#justasimplesinner

[inkdrawndreams]

Happy belated birthday @justasimplesinner. Hope it was good.

[rogues-gallery-headcanons]

aight, if im too late just ignore/delete this, but if i made it on time before the askbox closes, could i please have a crumb of mof jon on a prom night with a date he doesnt even know how he got? motherfucker deserves a to be the prom queen😔✊

Yes! The boy deserve that crown!

MoF! Jonathan Crane - Prom Night

After the disaster that happend with Sherry Squires he doesn't want to come to Prom;

Not that he would come if that whole fiasco didn't happend;

You were maybe a friend, you knew what happend and that didn't sit well with you. Jonathan didn't deserve that;

So one day, before the school day ends you ask if he wants to go to Prom with you;

At first he don't take well, he will insinuate that you just want to bully him, just like Sherry. Please don't be mad at him, the whole thing was traumatazing for him, he just don't want to happen again;

Reassure him that you're not Sherry, and that's not going to happen, he's capable of being loved like anybody else;

He will reluctantly agree, but expect him to ask every time he sees you If you're sure that you want him to be your date;

"Great! Pick me up at 6! Pm!"

Two weaks before Prom someone figure it out that Jonathan was going with you. The next moment you and Jon were together a guy approaches you and ask you to Prom;

You didn't know who he has, so you said no, plus you already had an date. Oh! But he didn't take the 'no', and he said "Who the scarecrow? Ha!";

You acted more then you thought, and the next thing you heard was your hand hitting the guys face;

"Never say that to me again."

You took Jonathan hand and left. When the two of you got somewhere quiet you asked if he was ok;

"I'm the one to make the question!"

Well after that he stopped asking if you really wanted to go with him;

On Prom Night Jonathan comes to pick you up, and it was on the moment he saw that his heart squiped a beat, you looked fantastic with your dress/suit. You smiled when you saw him;

"So let's get going!"

The Prom it self was boring, but you danced and had fun with Jon, you gotta admit he knows how to dance;

When the moment came he asked if you wanted to slow dance with him, on that dance he said thank you, for making him come to Prom;

You didn't stayed to see who won Prom Queen, it didn't matter. Expecially If you two happen to be making out on the parking lot;

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requested by justasimplesinner

[gothamsworst]

arkham knight and classic comics riddler being coddled by a very mom-type s/o (with a sprinkle of angst of it aint too much to ask) if youd be so kind?

Arkhamverse!Edward Nygma + Motherly!S/O HCs:

God, this man needs someone like you in his life. Sure, in the earlier games, he’s a bit more put together. But as time goes on, he starts to really unravel and let himself go. He can hardly remember to eat or sleep, let alone do his laundry, clean up behind himself, or tend to other menial “distractions” (i.e: his chores).

It can be a real strain on your relationship, considering you do feel more like a mother to him than a partner. He starts to take advantage of having you around, and will until you put your foot down about it. You’ve fought about it a lot, and the more he spirals into his obsession with Batman, the more you feel him slipping away from you.

Despite how kind you are to him, and how hard you work to help him take care of himself, he’s convinced that one day you’ll leave him. And it scares him, thinking that one day he’ll be alone again. During those moments of lucidity, he’ll apologize for everything he puts you through. Though he knows, one day, it won’t be enough.

Comicverse!Edward Nygma + Motherly!S/O HCs:

This version of Edward is silly and light-hearted, but he can still be very single-minded when it comes to his obsession with riddles and schemes. But at least he remembers to take a bath once a day and won’t let the dishes pile up too high before he finally does them.

Even so, he really appreciates having you around. It makes him feel loved and appreciated, which is all he’s ever wanted out of life. To have someone there who appreciates everything he does.

Some days, he’ll come bounding through the door, full of energy as he sweeps you into an embrace. Others, he’ll barely have the strength to drag himself through the door before he collapses into your arms. How he returns to you just depends on how his day has gone.

[x-gotham-rogues]

holy shit i didnt think this day would come, im so glad youve opened requests again! can i get arkham knight eddie gettin a massage from his s/o that may (or may not) get more and more sensual and lead to some fun?

I like to think Ed is trying his damn hardest to get this situation to turn into some sexy shit

But he keeps failing miserably because he is filthy, tired, and genuinely needs to relax

If his S/O somehow manages to convince him to actually stop plotting and working for a massage (which is a big IF, mind you)

He falls asleep within 3 minutes

This man is very, very tired and is feeling the borrowed energy from his thousand cups of coffee claiming their debt

Mans needs break, periodt

[hannibalsbignaturals]

how does it feel to be the funniest motherfucker currently living on earth huh

It feels superkalifragilistikexpialidocious

[supervillain-smut]

submissive cicero submissive cicero submissive cicero submissive cicero submissive cicero submissi- girl p l e a s e

Just a quick warning for anyone not into this, there will be a strap-on used! As always, ask and ye shall receive! Though I believe Cicero’s on the receiving end this time ;)

"Cicero, get on the bed. Take off your hat, gloves and shoes before you do and place them on the nightstand." Cicero gulped in anticipation, both excited and scared of what was to come. He complied, his hat last to be removed. His hands were already shaking; he had made his particular mood known when just as you were preparing for sleep, he began to kiss your neck, rutting his hips against your rear. Cicero had then admitted about being somewhat touch-starved as all you had focused on was what the next contract was.

“Remove your shirt and sit down on the side, facing me.” He immediately began to pull his shirt off with a quick ‘yes, Listener.’, his torso now exposed; it was obvious to a fellow assassin that his time with the night mother left him somewhat out of shape, but not by too much at all. Just a muffin top and abs defined just enough to see the hard work of the past. His upper torso had no casualties, however, due to the recent excessive use of his blade, his biceps were clearly all muscle, and his chest was well-defined, with a moderate amount of hair and a trail all the way down.

You stood in front of him, using your index finger under his chin to lift his head to look at you as you kissed him deeply. He moaned into the kiss, desperately trying not to stand or pull you into his lap as his eyes fluttered shut, just enjoying the affection. You moved from his mouth to his jaw, down his neck and you could feel his breathing quicken as he struggled to not give in to what he wanted. You were going to take your time with him, too fast and you could never reel him back in. He would lose himself in the throws of everything, and your opinion meant little in those times, it was very rare that you intentionally let that happen.

He mewled as you found the sensitive spot on his neck, and you glanced down to see his cock straining against his trousers. You sat in his lap, Cicero groaning in response, attempting to subtly grind himself against you; you allowed him to for a little while before pinning his hips down under your weight, Cicero clearly not liking that too much, but you were the Listener, he would allow anything. Your hands freely roamed his torso, while you played a particular trick; if you started higher up at his shoulders, then ran your hand down to his lower abdomen in one smooth but slow motion, he would get hotter and rut his hips in desperation. And just like clockwork, he did, tilting his head back while his eyes watched you through his lashes, hands gripping the edge of the bed until his knuckles turned white.

You repeated this about three times before he was panting, nearly whining and a plea so close to forming. You could feel him with no trouble at all through his pants, just where you wanted him. You stood in front of him yet again, “Remove your trousers and sit on the very edge. Don’t touch yourself until I say.” Cicero took a moment to process what you said through the fog in his brain, but complied nonetheless as you shed your top along with your bra, and removed your own pants, but keeping you panties on. Cicero’s member sprung from it’s confinements, standing proud and aching for touch. He sat down on the edge of the bed, watching you, trying desperately not to pleasure himself as you stood almost completely naked in front of him.

What happened next, he’ll admit, he wasn’t prepared for as you spread his legs apart with your body, then got on your knees, beginning to stroke him. He gasped at the sudden contact and the sight of you, before you spit in your hand and picked up the pace. He moaned and tilted his head back as his eyes closed, just focusing on your touch. He was content to stay like that, if that was all you wished to do, but was startled out of his thoughts as you licked up his shaft. A strangled moan tore itself from his throat, and he was struggling not to beg for more. You saw the conflict in his face, and decided to give him what he wanted, for now as you took him in your mouth, working it along with your hand. “Gods...” Cicero moaned out through clenched teeth; he could feel the coil winding in his lower region, but wanted this to last.

“Listener, it’s... hah.... It’s too much, ah.” You removed your mouth from him, and stood back up, much to Cicero’s exasperation. You had one more order for him as you removed your panties and sifted through a drawer; you were going to make this about him, for once. “Cicero, my darling Keeper” You cooed as you took his face in your hands, placing a quick kiss on his lips, a content sigh coming from Cicero “Get on the floor, on your hands and knees, with your upper half on the bed.” Cicero nodded, complying immediately as you sifted through a drawer, finally finding the object you had used on him only once before, as well as some lube. He sat there in curiosity and slight impatience, his member nearly touching his stomach as it throbbed.

You put the strap-on on, applying a generous amount of lube to it. You ran your hands down Cicero’s back, stopping at his hips. He glanced over his shoulder at you, worry painting his face only for a moment. “Tell me if you don’t want this, okay, Cicero?” He nodded, bracing himself for what you were going to do. “I’m going to go very slowly, okay? Just relax, and let me know what you need, and I’ll take care of it.” Cicero nodded again, and you positioned yourself, letting him feel what it was against his lower back. No protest was heard, and it was obvious he knew by now what you had and were intending to do. You pushed the tip into him, and his hands gripped the sheets as a gasp was heard.

“You okay, Cicero?” “Yes, Listener, just... Give Cicero a couple seconds.” You waited until he began pushing backwards, taking in a little more before pausing. After a little while, you were fully in him, and he began to slowly rock his hips, testing the waters. He groaned, picking up the pace, and you got the hint, beginning to thrust into him. He began to moan, his hands fisting the sheets as you began to thrust at a steady pace; you shifted your hips to get a better hold of his waist, and he cried out. “Oh, Listener, there! More, please!” With a grin on your face, you began to slam into him, and he became deliciously more vocal, moaning and mewling with no holding back.

He could feel the coil winding tighter than ever before, sweat dripping down his face, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. He was about to begin jerking himself, but you evidently had caught on to what he wanted as you pressed yourself against him, burying yourself even deeper and he let out a broken moan as you wrapped your hand around him and began stroking in time with your thrusts, biting into his shoulder as he whimpered. You could tell he was close as Cicero began to buck wildly into your hand, his back pressed firmly against your chest and coming undone by the second.

A couple more thrusts, one last slam from you, and he cried out as he came harder then he can even remember, going stiff with stars in his eyes as you continued to pump him, his cry dying down into a whimper as he shot his seed onto the side of the bed, his stomach and your hand. You remembered from your last encounter with this particular toy what he liked as you swiftly but carefully pulled the toy out from him, another strangled moan tearing from his throat as he bucked his hips, cum dripping from his penis. You got up, removed the strap as you grabbed a warm washcloth, washing your hands quickly in the basin as you cleaned him up, his legs shaking. “Are you alright, Cicero my love?” You asked gently, and he nodded, at a loss for words but satisfied to say the least.

After you were both cleaned up, you helped him into bed, spooning him and playing with his hair, something that always calmed him and put him to sleep in no time, as you kissed along his jaw and shoulder. He fell asleep not too long after, and you sat back, taking in how peaceful he looked, and the sheer amount of trust he had in you. Cicero, when you first started travelling together, wouldn’t let himself sleep and always took night watch. To see how far he’s come was enough for you, and you loved him dearly, as did he.

[lemonchips]

is that riddler with black metal make up on your profile pic amd where can i find him

yes it is, the comic its from is Teen Titans #12 !!