Jonathan Crane a.k.a The Scarecrow, is one of my favourite DC characters of all time; his backstory is so intriguing, and dare I say, I find him quite alluring, so I took upon the chance of writing a bunch of imagines in different scenarios with him...
A/N: As this part takes place in Jonathan's grandmother's house, at night, all dialogues will be whispered or expressed quietly, cause we don't wanna get caught ;)
Also, this part contains A LOT of explicit sex scenes, so you've been warned.
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I was standing outside Jonathan's house, making sure his grandmother's bedroom lights were off; my heart was pounding with excitement. Man, if she finds out...
Earlier today, Jonathan and I went out on a date while she was at church. We had a lovely time together as usual, but things got pretty 'spicy'. We kept teasing each other on various occasions and we had a pretty hot make-out session; I even saw Jonathan get a boner, but I decided not to bring it up just yet. We were going back to Jonathan's house to... 'Complete the transaction', if you may, but his grandmother showed up so we had to postpone it... But not for long.
I went back home (mom was still out, but like I cared), and tried to get some sleep but the thought of us today kept me busy. My bed was making squeaky noises as I kept turning over and over; I couldn't stop thinking about Jonathan, I needed to see him... Who am I kidding? I needed HIM.
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I sneaked back into the property around half an hour ago; good thing the woman is such an old 'goodie goodie', so she goes to bed early. Once it seemed safe to go out of my hiding spot, I carefully climbed up to Jonathan's window, which was thankfully open, and I went in as quiet as a mouse.
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His room was neatly organized, but he had no decorations, posters or even a bookshelf; there was only the closet, a desk, a nightstand and a full-sized bed where he was already asleep. His chest went up and down slowly, his hair was all messy, his lips were slightly parted, and you could hear a light snoring. I've never seen him sleep; he looks adorable.
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