#dr crane x you

[darkcranefiction]

Injected Nightmares

FOR: JONATHAN CRANE X RAEDER INSERT

PART: ONE

WARNING: MENTAL DISORDERS, NON-CONSENTIAL SMUT, TWISTED STUFF, MEDICAL PLAY

NOTE: DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

The journey to Akram Asylum felt like a descent into darkness, as if the heavy clouds above threatened to envelop you entirely. In the dimming light, the trees surrounding the asylum loomed menacingly, their branches twisting together like the tendrils of some ancient creature. Your car slowly navigated the narrow road, its wheels crunching over the gravel that lined the way.

As you approached the asylum, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to become even more palpable.

The large iron gates creaked open before you, revealing the stark, ominous facade of the building itself. The windows were barred, the bricks were discolored and weathered, as though they had witnessed countless horrors over the years. The cold, unforgiving wind gusted through the courtyard, carrying with it the faint cries of the patients trapped within the walls.

The sound of your knock on the door reverberated through the silent hallways, leaving you feeling uneasy.

Dr. Jonathan Crane emerged from the shadows, his gaze assessing you up and down, seemingly taking note of every small detail about you. With a firm nod, he led you towards the dimly lit room where your intake examination would take place. You followed him hesitantly, wondering what secrets lay hidden behind his piercing eyes.

Inside the room, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. The only source of light came from a single lamp near the examination table, casting eerie shadows across the chamber.

The room smelled musty, as though dampness had permeated the very fabric of the space. As Dr. Crane began his examination, he instructed you to undress completely, a chill running down your spine at the thought of revealing yourself in such a dark and dismal setting.

With trembling hands, you removed your clothes, stepping onto the cold metal surface of the examination table. His eyes roamed over your body, and a sinister smile formed on his lips.

He first began to talk about your thoughts, your dreams and everything surrounding your mental state which, to you, seemed odd, considering that you were naked.

His eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as he asked questions that made you feel both exposed and vulnerable.

"What do you think of when you close your eyes at night?" he asked, leaning closer to you.

Your heart raced, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I... I don't know," you stammered, looking away. "Please, Doctor, just get on with the examination."

He merely chuckled, a low rumble in his throat that sent shivers down your spine.

"Isn't it strange how our minds can wander so far when we're left alone with our thoughts? It's fascinating, really."

You shifted uncomfortably on the table, unable to find a response. It was almost as if his eyes could see right through you, as if he knew exactly what thoughts lurked beneath the surface.

"Any thoughts of self-harm?" he probed further, his tone almost conspiratorial. "And please, be honest now. It's safe here."

You shook your head, your heart racing in your chest.

"No, nothing like that." He nodded, scribbling something down on his clipboard. 

"Any thoughts of harming others?" Dr. Crane continued, his question causing your brow to furrow.

"No, not intentionally," you replied, attempting to maintain eye contact. "But why do you ask?"

He smiled cryptically, reaching for a fresh sheet of paper. "It's standard procedure, my dear. We must understand all aspects of your mind before we can help you fully."

You swallowed hard, still unsure of whether to trust him or not. "So, no harmful thoughts or urges to hurt anyone else?" he pressed, his voice lowering slightly.

"It's crucial for us to explore these aspects, especially in a facility like this one."

You shifted nervously on the table, your heart pounding against your ribcage. "I guess..."

"Don't worry, my dear," he reassured you with a warm, comforting smile. "It's just a part of the process."

The room fell silent once again, the only sounds being the ticking of the clock on the wall and the soft rustling of papers as Dr. Crane jotted down notes on his clipboard.

"We will have to explore this further, to ensure your safety and the safety of others here. But fear not, my dear, it's simply for understanding your psyche better."

A knot formed in your stomach, but you couldn't bring yourself to argue with him. Instead, you took a deep breath and tried to remain composed, listening intently as he continued speaking.

"Now, let's move on to the physical examination."

Dr. Crane's voice broke the silence, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes held a predatory gleam, and his lips curved into a wicked grin.

"Any pains anywhere?" he then asked as he began to turn your neck, left to right, while you responded with an anxious "no".

"Good, now open your mouth for me. Open wide" he instructed and, after you complied with his request, he inspected your teeth, your tongue, and your ears, observing everything with an intensity that seemed almost predatory.

He then moved on to your breasts, placing a cold stethoscope against your chest to listen to your heartbeat before removing it again and taking some notes.

"I will examine your breasts next," he announced, his voice resonating with authority.

You couldn't help but shiver slightly, your eyes growing wide as you looked at him.

"There's no need to be frightened, my dear," he assured you kindly. "This is just another part of the examination process."

Swallowing hard, you nodded slowly, forcing yourself to relax as he proceeded with the examination.

The cool fingers of Dr. Crane caressed your skin, moving delicately over your body. As he reached your breasts, his touch became more deliberate and forceful. 

"This hurts, doctor." You cried out, feeling a sudden surge of pain as his fingertips dug deeper into your flesh.

"Just bear with it," he replied, his voice cold and distant. "I need to examine you thoroughly."

You bit your lip, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he expertly maneuvered his fingers around your most sensitive areas. It felt like he was searching for something hidden beneath your skin, and you had no choice but to endure the pain.

His relentless exploration left you trembling with anxiety, and you found yourself yearning for the moment when he would finally release you from his grasp.

"All seems well" he eventually acknowledged before retrieving some rubber gloves from the box next to the examination table. His movements were calculated, precise, each action serving a purpose.

"So lets carry on, shall we?" he then said before walking over to the drawer beside the examination table, rummaging through it until he found what he was searching for. Pulling out a jar of lubricant, he carefully placed it on the table in front of you. 

You swallowed, feeling a mixture of confusion and dread as you glanced between him and the jar.

"Dr. Crane, may I ask what this is for?" Your voice wavered, betraying your unease.

He smiled slyly, his eyes alight with mischief. "Oh, my dear, don't worry. It's merely to facilitate a thorough examination." He proceeded to open the jar, revealing a silky gel inside. "This will make things much more comfortable for you during your vaginal and rectal examinations," he explained, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.

"Please place your feet on the footrests now and allow your knees to fall open," he instructed.

Your heart thumped erratically in your chest as you complied, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his watchful gaze.

As you obeyed his orders, he positioned himself between your legs and used a lamp to shine some light towards your intimate region.

He then proceeded to coat his latex covered fingers generously with the slippery gel. The cool substance slid effortlessly over his fingers, giving them a wet, shiny sheen.

"Relax, my dear," he cooed, leaning in closer, his breath brushing against your ear. "This will only take a moment."

Despite his words, you felt anything but relaxed. In fact, your muscles tensed involuntarily, as if anticipating the worst.

As his fingers dipped inside you, penetrating your virgin core, your face contorted in pain. "That hurts, doctor!" you gasped, struggling to contain your tears.

Dr. Crane continued his inspection, his expression unchanged, his voice cold and detached. "I assure you, it's perfectly normal. Many women experience discomfort during their first pelvic examination," Dr. Crane reassured you, his voice calm and steady. "It's only natural, considering the sensitivity of the area."

You forced yourself to breathe deeply, attempting to control the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Doctor, please, it hurts so much," you whimpered, your voice breaking with emotion.

Dr. Crane continued to work diligently, unphased by your pleas. "Just try to relax, my dear. It'll go quicker if you don't fight it," Dr. Crane coaxed, his fingers expertly exploring your inner depths.

You bit your lip, trying desperately to follow his advice despite the intense pain and humiliation. Your eyes filled with tears, but you remained steadfast, determined not to give in to your agony.

As he finally withdrew his finger from you, you noticed some blood on its tip.

"Have you ever had intercourse?" he then asked as he cleaned his hands, seemingly unaffected by the discomfort he had caused you.

"No," you replied, your voice strained from the pain. "I haven't had sex with anyone."

Dr. Crane regarded you with a keen interest, his eyes assessing you like a prize specimen. "Very well, I will not use a speculum in your vagina then. Your hymen still appears to be intact, hence the bleeding," he observed before, without warning, he pulled off his gloves and reached for a new set. As he donned them, you found yourself growing increasingly anxious, fearing what was to come next.

Without hesitation, he picked up a rectal speculum from the nearby tray and prepared it for use. "Please lie down on your side now, facing away from me," he instructed, his voice devoid of empathy.

You did as he said, your legs bent at the knees and your bottom raised toward the sky. Your heart raced as you awaited his next move, terrified of what might come next.

"Please, Dr. Crane, don't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice laced with desperation.

Dr. Crane regarded you with a smirk, his eyes full of amusement. "Don't worry, my dear," he reassured you. "It will only hurt momentarily," he told you before reaching for the cold jelly again.

This time, however, instead of applying it to his own gloved fingers, he carefully massaged it onto your anus.

You felt your body tensing up even more, instinctively fighting against the invasion of his fingers. The unfamiliar sensation was excruciating, yet you remained stoic, refusing to cry out or show weakness.

"Relax, my dear," he repeated, his voice remaining as unemotional as ever. "I assure you, this won't last long."

Despite his attempts to soothe you, you could feel your insides clenching tightly as he placed the speculum at the entrance to your rectum.

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over as he carefully inserted the device into your tight anus. You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth, willing yourself to maintain composure. With a firm push, the metal device disappeared inside you.

"I will now adjust the width of the speculum so that I can examine your rectum," Dr. Crane informed you coolly.

Gripping the handles, he started to widen the device, his movements smooth and precise.

A wave of panic coursed through you as you struggled to remain composed. This was nothing short of torture, and you prayed that it would soon be over.

Sweat formed on your brow, beading and dripping down your temple.

Your heart raced as you felt the invasive device stretching your rectum, the unbearable pressure making you want to scream out in pain.

Dr Crane then used his finger to glide inside your anus, testing its reaction to his touch.

As he continued his examination, the burning sensation intensified, leaving you feeling utterly violated and helpless.

Every fiber of your being ached, begging for relief, but you maintained your composure, unwilling to let him see how deeply his actions affected you.

Finally, Dr. Crane removed the speculum, leaving you feeling utterly exposed and defeated.

Your eyes darted towards him, searching for any hint of remorse or regret on his face.

"All done, my dear," Dr. Crane finally announced, pulling off his gloves and tossing them into the trash bin. "Thank you for your cooperation."

You rose slowly from the examination table, feeling exhausted and drained. Your face flushed with shame and embarrassment; you could barely muster enough strength to leave the room.

Dr. Crane followed closely behind, leading you to the exit. "Please return tomorrow morning for further tests," he commanded, his tone implying that you had no choice in the matter.

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[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 3)

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Tw: Vivisection mention, torture mention (GiW agent receiving), me not actually knowing how telegram works

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually.

(Pt. 1 here) (Pt. 2 here) - (Pt. 4 here)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It’s an average, ordinary afternoon in Gotham, and Jason is in hell.

Specifically, Jason is in hell because he’s been researching the GiW for the last week or so, ever since a cryptic message from Scarecrow of all people.

He still hasn’t gotten anything substantial out of it that Scarecrow hadn’t already provided. Most location data had been previously scrubbed from the database, weaponry details were apparently all stored physically, and the experiment logs seemed to be only accessible from within one of the bases, whose locations Jason did not have.

Apparently Babs and Tim were having similar issues with gathering information. He had sent a copy of the files over to them in a moment of weakness, but they were having the exact same results as him.

To make things worse, the GiW was more active than they had been previously, combing through Crime Alley and the rest of Gotham tirelessly. At least they weren’t harassing him anymore, he thought, but now he had even less of a clue what they wanted.

And to top it all off, the Joker had escaped Arkham a few days prior to Jason receiving Scarecrow’s note, and he still hadn’t done anything. That could only mean that he was planning something big, which meant more grief for Jason, because the clown was obsessed with him.

So yes, Jason wasn’t having the best week.

He got up from his computer, stretched, and walked over to the window.

The sky was Gotham’s usual grey, clouded with a toxic miasma made up of traditional pollutants and the aftermath of gas attacks both, which could generously be called ‘smog.’

The streets seemed busier than usual, or maybe that was just because Jason was having a hard time keeping his eyes focused.

With blurry vision and a dull ache in the back of his head, Jason paced through his apartment, going through everything he knew.

The GiW, or Ghost Investigation Ward, were part of a secret government project having to do with ‘ecto-entities,’ which were mostly made up of ghosts.

The GiW was able to kidnap and steal away anyone who was ‘ecto-contaminated’ to be dissected, and it was completely legal.

According to the non-censored patrol reports he was given, Jason himself was considered ecto-contaminated. So were Bruce, Damian, Steph, and Cass.

There were also several rogues that were in the same boat, but their names had been redacted, presumably by Scarecrow. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he guessed it was either for leverage or privacy. Knowing Crane, it could be both.

Anything useful about the GiW seemed to be stored physically within their compounds, or on an operating system that couldn’t be accessed outside of certain areas.

Anything useful about ghosts was conveniently removed by Scarecrow.

And, lastly, he knew from capture logs that they had numerous captive ghosts which were definitely being experimented on. One of these ghosts was named Daniel, last name redacted, and had been turned over by his parents in return for allowing them to run their own experiments on the boy.

From what he could tell, it had been around fifty two days since he had been turned in.

Fifty two days of experimentation and dissection.

Jason had to find him.

But first, he had to find the locations of the GiW bases, and plan his entrance carefully. He couldn’t let them get away because of a simple mistake.

The only location data he had been able to find was on a picture of the boy, Daniel, a picture of a vigilante in a red suit, and a quick note left about Daniel which hadn’t been transferred into the main database.

The note was…

Jason had been around crime for a very, very long time. He understood it intimately, in a way most people would never hope to achieve.

He understood hatred, too.

And yet, the words in that note were almost incomprehensible to him.

They were mockery of a child in pain. A child that was not seen as human. A child that was seen as a threat, a monster.

The man had detailed the security surrounding the child being cut back. Apparently, the kid had some sort of sonic scream. They were removing the muzzle that inhibited it because he had screamed himself hoarse, and he couldn’t make a sound anymore.

He also mentioned that the kid was cut open at least once a day, sometimes multiple times. He was opened up, played with, and sewn back shut.

The man joked that they should just put a zipper on him, so they wouldn’t keep wasting their stitches.

Jason really, really wanted to kill that guy.

The metadata on the note traced back to a newly-bought building in Gotham’s financial district, while the photos both came from Amity Park, Illinois.

Amity Park, Illinois did not exist in any official capacity.

Tim, who had taken the Batplane to check the precise location listed in the metadata, had reported that there was a town there after all, and it was on complete media lockdown from the rest of the world. He hadn’t even been able to use Bat, Justice League, or Young Justice channels to message anyone outside of the city until he left.

Jason had checked the building in the financial district firsthand, and found that the man who had submitted the note had done so while resting on a patrol of the city. He seemed to go there often to avoid his superiors, and Jason found it easy enough to get the drop on him the third time around.

His advanced interrogation techniques hadn’t been enough to get the man to name any locations. Worse, the man definitely recognized Red Hood, and would definitely tell the rest of the GiW about what had happened as soon as he left.

So, Jason did something about that. He couldn’t kill him, unfortunately, so he did the next best thing.

The GiW sent him to a public hospital within a few hours of finding him with shattered hand bones, broken arms, and a throat with near-permanent damage. The man wouldn’t be able to speak for a month at least.

He might never write again.

Jason, having read the note over and over until the words stained the backs of his eyes, thought it was the least he deserved.

Jason sighed, stopping his pacing. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this. If anything, working himself up was only going to lower the chances of him magically coming to a realization about where the kid was or what in the hell was going on.

He walked into the kitchen, popped some leftovers into the microwave, and started them up.

Once they were done, he brought them out to his desk, intending to eat as he continued to work on the GiW case.

When he saw his screen, he froze.

Telegram had been opened to a new chat with someone he had never messaged before.

TooFine: who are you?

TooFine: why are you looking into the giw?

The messages were a couple of minutes old, probably sent while Jason was spiraling pacing. He just stared at the screen, dumbstruck.

Shakily, he responded.

RedDead: How the hell did you get my contact info

Whoever was on the other side of the screen paused for a second. Jason considered sending a quick text to Babs to tell her what was going on, but he decided that he could handle this by himself.

TooFine: got it from the backdoor I put into the giw system.

RedDead: Shit

TooFine: ok your turn

TooFine: why r u looking into the giw? seriously man

RedDead: I don’t have a single reason to tell you. Give me one and I might answer your questions

TooFine paused again. Clearly they both had issues trusting someone over the internet, and rightfully so. What they had both admitted to doing was incredibly illegal, and if someone turned them in, they would be in deep shit.

TooFine: ive been trying to take down the giw since it was created. I can help u if ur honest with me

RedDead: Oh yeah, because no one has ever lied to another person on the internet before

RedDead: But fine

RedDead: I’m looking into them because they’ve been shadowing me for over a month at this point, among other reasons

TooFine: other reasons?

Jason sighed. He shouldn’t have added that. He knew that the other guy would ask, but he said something anyways.

RedDead: They’ve got a kid. I don’t like it when people hurt kids

TooFine: Danny? he’s alive?

RedDead: From what I can tell

So he knew the kid. Or, at least, he was pretending to. It would make sense for him to be cagey about his intentions, and for him to be desperate enough to reach out.

TooFine: oh my god

TooFine: do you know what city? fuck

TooFine: fuck fuck fuck

TooFine: I need to find him man please

RedDead: He’s somewhere in Gotham

RedDead: I’ve been trying to find him for a week now but no dice. They keep everything important on separate servers

TooFine: listen man you’re a good hacker but you’re not as good as me. you need my help if we’re gonna find Danny

RedDead: Okay, what are you trying to get me to agree to?

TooFine: i’m coming to gotham and we’re going to meet up

RedDead: Hell no

RedDead: Stranger danger

TooFine: if I tell u who I am will you say yes

RedDead: ?? How am I supposed to verify if you’re telling the truth

TooFine then sent him what seemed to be a selfie. Jason’s jaw dropped at the kid’s sheer audacity.

RedDead: There’s something seriously wrong with you

TooFine: my name is Tucker Foley. i live in amity park. i’m in 10th grade

RedDead: ???????? WHAT THE HELL

TooFine: i can send u my address too

RedDead: PLEASE DON’T??

RedDead: WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE? DON’T DOXX YOURSELF TO ME

RedDead: WHAT IF I WANTED TO KILL YOU OR SOMETHING? WHAT IF I WAS A FED

TooFine: i have to take that chance.

TooFine: Danny is my best friend. they’ve had him for over a month and no one’s doing anything to help. mr. Lancer was the only one who cared and he gave up after they blackmailed him

TooFine: they’ve had him for OVER A MONTH. I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD.

TooFine: Sam and Jazz and I are coming to gotham and we’re going to find him no matter what it takes

TooFine: you have to help us

Jason considered, for a second, the choices he’d made in his life that had led up to this moment. He also considered, if he was in this kid’s position at his age, if he would be doing the same.

He decided to throw the kid a bone.

RedDead: [4735.jpg]

TooFine: HUH

RedDead: I’m guessing you know me

TooFine: RED HOOD??????

RedDead: No I’m just a very dedicated LARPer

TooFine: am i gonna die for Danny right now

RedDead: If I were literally anyone else, probably

RedDead: But no, you’re not. I’m gonna help you find your friend

TooFine: your username is red dead and you’re. yeah ok

RedDead: Oh come on, it’s funny

TooFine: Danny would love you

RedDead: So Danny clearly has great taste in jokes

TooFine: nope. literally loves puns and wordplay

RedDead: Nevermind

They both paused for a second. Then, Jason had a thought.

RedDead: Wait you’re in the 10th grade and you’re hacking into government databases?

TooFine: please don’t tell my parents.

RedDead: And how are you supposed to explain a sudden vacation to Gotham to your parents?

TooFine: wait so you’ll help me?

RedDead: I really hate to say it but I’m not the best at hacking, and my usual help is busy trying to track down the Joker. So, yep, we’re teaming up

TooFine: LET’S GOOOOOO

RedDead: God. I’m asking a 16 year old to help me take down a government agency and save another 16 year old

RedDead: I feel like the bat

TooFine: oh my god this is awesome. Danny is gonna flip when the actual real-life Red Hood comes to save him.

RedDead: I already regret this

TooFine: too late.

TooFine: btw do u have any place for 2 teenagers and 1 adult teenager to stay in gotham? preferably without dying but yknow.

Jason groaned. He was really, really gonna regret this, and he knew it.

Still, the alternative was some overeager kid dragging two other idiots to Gotham to find their friend and getting themselves killed. At least this way he’d have help, and damn good help at that.

He really was turning into the Bat, wasn’t he?

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #Tucker doxxes himself as a power move and immediately regrets it #Jason knows for a fact if he doesn’t agree Tucker is gonna get himself killed trying to do this without him #Jason: holy shit I need to find this kid #meanwhile in Crane’s apartment #Danny: hey dr. crane would you still love me if I was a worm #sorry this took a long ass while btw I had no idea what I was doing LMAO

[weirdworldofwinnie]

Happy Halloween!🎃Here's a treat for all you Jonathan Crane lovers out there:

Face Me...

Dr. Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow x Female Reader (NSFW 18+ only smut)

Summary: You work at Arkham Asylum in Gotham and Dr. Crane has been stalking you for a while, but you are leery of him and have been avoiding him outside of professionalism at all costs. One night though as you are leaving work, he tracks you down at your car to see just what you're so afraid of.

Word Count: ~4,426

Warnings: Semi-rough car sex, non-con elements, forced oral (male receiving), dirty talk/language, slight degradation, hair pulling, slapping, stalker behavior, talk of virginity loss, birth control, Dr. Crane being kind of a creep in general

Note: Reader does not know he is actually Scarecrow! And images above are sourced from Pinterest. This story is based only on Cillian Murphy's version in the Batman films and is my interpretation of the character; I don't own him or any part of the franchise, this is just for fun.

Tonight was swathed in misty sheets of rain in the gritty darkness lightly tainted by the glow of streetlights as your car, parked a few blocks from Arkham Asylum, beeped to unlock and you slung your purse over your shoulder, sighing after a long day and wanting to get home to a hot bath and a drink or two. But a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach at a shadow from your peripheral vision made you hesitate and you squinted through the hazy shower that was tapering off to a light drizzle, dampening your hair.

A suited man, height on the shorter side, was stopped no more than twenty feet away and a jarring jolt rushed to your bones when you saw the street light glint off his narrow framed glasses and you paused, hand on the car door. He was utterly silent and you were unnerved by his stiff posture and oddly clenched fists, half thinking to jump in your four-door-sedan and peel out of his presence, but he then walked forward causally, those hands relaxing and slipping into the pockets of his black slacks.

"Good evening," he called out, stepping into view under a streetlight with a smirk and you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms defensively as he slowly approached, that sick smile never sliding off his features that were - you'd have to admit - frankly handsome... No, beautiful was a better term.

"Why are you stalking me, Dr. Crane?" you asked with edginess to your tired voice. It was late and you didn't even live in Gotham City, you just commuted here for work.

"Stalking? Oh no, I am simply observing," he replied smoothy, but it came off as more snappy and insincere.

"Right... Don't you have somewhere to go?"

"Do you?"

"Yeah, home to my apartment miles away. It's been an exhausting day and too late to be out on the town, so if you're proposing anything, I can't take it tonight."

"It's always a long, late night in Gotham."

He moved within a few feet of you and you swallowed nervously, but remembered a man like him could smell fear, so you put up a brave front.

"So when do you finally fuck off and leave me alone? It's unprofessional to follow someone without their permission, you know. Keep this up and I'll need a restraining order."

"But you always avoid me during work and now you reject my offer for simple company?"

"Company late at night at my car in the rain? And aren't you technically my boss? We aren't friends and I don't know why you're so interested in me, but I don't think you should be. I'm not looking for a man like you. Right now I'm just looking for a nice glass of red wine honestly."

"Really...?" he drew the word out to almost a parodying tone and you pursed your lips.

"Yes, really. Now I bid you goodnight, Dr. Crane." You opened the car door fully, ducking and stepping a foot in when the door caught and you looked up to see him holding it in a firm grip. He was stronger than you expected.

"Stop denying it, I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Stop hiding and face me once and for all," he insisted darkly.

You took a breath, desperately trying to calm your beating heart and yet the horrible feeling that this evening wasn't going to end on a dull note persisted.

"Don't hurt me, I'll-" you started to warn and his eyebrows shot up with a shake of his head.

"Call the police?" It sounded like mockery from his mouth and you scowled as he continued, his pale hand sprinkled with rainwater sliding up and down the car door frame.

"Hurt you, hm? Well, only if you want me to." He chuckled and you stared at his slightly floppy dewey dark hair and raised eyebrows.

"Why the hell would I want you to hurt me?"

"You tell me. I do know you secretly want something else, don't you? Something more... erotic?"

You scoffed angrily, hating how he was worming his way past your exterior and into attraction, but you couldn't let it happen.

"Take a raincheck. I'm going home." You tried to shut the door but he was still holding it in a death grip, knuckles white and veins bursting out the back of his hand.

"Stop fucking around, I don't have time for this sh-" you cut off your sentence with a yelp as Dr. Crane shoved you inside the backseat of your own car and you landed flat on your back as he came inside to hover over your vulnerable body, wetting his pink lips.

"Please! Don't do this!" you cried out of panic and he leaned back, breathing heavily.

"Don't go anywhere," he warned and you struggled to sit up, throwing your purse up front and he slammed the side door shut, getting more comfortable in the backseat, which you were not pleased about.

"This is MY car, get out," you commanded, but he was as cool as a cucumber as he cleaned his glasses with a cloth from his suit jacket.

"I just want to talk one on one, which we never do outside of the usual board meetings and it can be so boring, always about psychiatry and stats and police reports and this patient and these crazies and-"

"Oh sure you just want to talk. I'm not some kind of naive idiot to the desires of the opposite sex," you rolled your eyes and he scoffed, settling back on the seat with a cross of his legs and looking up to the car ceiling.

"It's so cold and wet tonight, shame we aren't someplace more cozy," he muttered and you awkwardly crawled into the driver's seat with your keys and fumbled to insert them in, starting the ignition.

"What are you doing there?" he asked mildly and even that sounded passive aggressive. God, he sure was insufferable.

"Turning the heat on because you're whining about it. I just wish you'd get out of here, completely violating my privacy."

"This is a public street you're parked on, isn't it? And is this how you treat all passengers?"

"I never have any passengers," you remarked bitterly and Crane leaned forward, putting his hands on the back of the seat and peering around to you as you glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"Indeed. I know you're mostly a loner with almost no friends and orphaned from family or maybe you've lied and they aren't dead and are only estranged... Either way, no one cares and no one understands how you spend office hours in a facility full of the most criminally insane but you do it for the money and to quench your curiosity because deep down, you know - you know you're a freak too who sees no normal in what you have deemed a, oh say... corrupt kind of world."

You swallowed at his assertions and unfortunately fairly accurate reading.

"I don't need sympathy from you of all people," you snapped, putting the heat to full blast. It was freezing tonight and the defrost was battling the condensation filling up the windshield.

"I'm only trying to understand you myself, it's my job to psychoanalyze."

"I'm not one of your patients or experiments," you told him in disgust.

"Every human being is an experiment in the eyes of their creator, which is me for you because I happen to be the one who hired you in the first place. Without me, you would not have a job and therefore I created you in that respect," he replied in absurd smugness.

"Then what am I? Frankenstein's monster?"

His eyes flashed and he adjusted his glasses reflexively.

"I wish. No, you're my first prototype I have yet to diagnose."

You shut the heat off once the internal temperature was fairly toasty and cracked a window down a fraction for circulation. A beat of silence befell until he suddenly climbed into the front, dropping into the passenger seat confidently, and you realized how lithe he was, how easily he fit into spaces not designed for someone with such an overshadowing, all-encompassing ego.

"Now what are you doing?" you asked exasperatedly. He didn't answer and you hated the way looking at him was making your heart flutter despite your anger and the alarm bells ringing in your brain. Something about him was always... very off and you never could quite place your finger on it, he was a blind spot, but it was undeniable. Which was telling considering the people you were exposed to every day.

Crane reached up and removed his glasses entirely with a swipe to set them on the dash and your breath caught with that simple action. You admitted how he was very visually pleasing without those lens obstructing his intense blue colored orbs were. You glanced down and fiddled with the keys when he suddenly snatched them up out of your lap and pocketed them into his own pants with a manic expression.

"Hey, give those back!" you yelled and began to wrestle with him, arms flailing as he held his own above his head, palms up and empty.

"You want those? You have to do something for me first."

"I-Okay, what is it?" You dropped your arms and glared at him suspiciously. He smirked once, speaking with a tremor of excitement.

"If I was civilized, which I'm admittedly not, I'd ask you out on an old fashioned dinner date and then walk you to your door, give you a nice polite kiss and send flowers to your desk on Monday. But I can't wait anymore for that saccharine romantic scenario, so we'll get straight down to business. I want to fuck your brains out, right here in the car."

You blinked, rather stunned.

"I... I-I no, I can't, I mean that's-"

And here was where your confidence utterly failed as he suddenly lunged and grabbed you to pin you down inbetween the passenger and driver seats, head flung upside down almost to the backseat floor and legs helplessly kicking towards the windshield.

"Please, don't do this!" you yelped anxiously.

"Don't tell me you're a virgin who has never had a dick in you before," he whispered, misreading your fearful hesitant expression. Actually, you'd had sex once with a lame boyfriend back in college and since then, avoided the dating and hookup scene, content just to masturbate when you could.

"Oh, fuck, I should've guessed. What a shocking discovery," he wrongly concluded rather sarcastically and you cringed, twisting your head away from his warm breath and ridiculously good looks.

"This makes it all the more interesting, then," he murmured with a feathery caress to your cheek and you flinched, giving him a kick and successfully wriggling out of his grasp to curl up against the door in the backseat.

"I've been waiting a long time for our encounter," he mused, utterly unfazed at the negative reaction.

You immediately went to open the door, ready to run for your life if he became overly threatening, but he hit the button that locked all the doors. You manually unlocked your one door - thank God for that safety feature - but his deadly voice made you freeze.

"Are you quite sure you want to do that?"

"T-This is my ensured vehicle and y-you are violating every right of mine by t-taking over like this," you stated, but your voice was shaking like a leaf through the words.

"That's it, you are afraid of me..." he whispered slowly and the pure delight with pride in his voice was unmistakable. You turned to look at him directly, unable to hide and deny anything any longer.

"I think you are being very inappropriate right now," you admitted nervously.

Crane moved to join you in the backseat, but you felt stuck even though you could technically open the door and make an escape. There was no way he could really stop you, was there? He didn't have a weapon on him, did he?

"If you were really frightened, you would have bolted by now," he said as though reading your thoughts and you gulped, realizing he was right.

"Dr. Crane, I-" you were broken off by him abruptly grabbing your face and kissing you, his tongue sloppily forcing its way into your mouth and you naturally reciprocated while inhaling his sharp stinging scent of expensive cologne. He pulled back with a gasp and a mischievous spark in his eyes that made something awaken deep inside.

"You kissed me," you said in a stunned voice.

"That's precisely what I did, Y/N," he answered with another touch of smugness and you closed your eyes, knowing you were in too deep now. He was going to take this all the way and you felt helpless to stop it. Did you even want to stop him?

"I knew if I exposed myself enough to you, you'd finally stop being immune," Crane told you with a sort of self-righteousness as he ran his hands down your back and shrugged your coat off before moving to your front to remove your blouse carefully, button by button.

"I hate to see such pretty tits contained and so oppressed... Let's free them, shall we?"

He unclasped your bra and removed it, tossing it to the floor and you shivered, goosebumps peppering your bare arms and neck.

"Aww, is it too cold?" He made a pout and privately you wanted to smack those stupid lips right off his condescending face but it was if you were under a spell of a sudden, entranced by his actions and his hypnotic eyes. He trailed his fingers down from your throat to your nipples and you hardened at the stimulation, closing your eyes in regret. Dr. Crane was turning you on, dammit.

"Better than I could imagine..." he breathed, taking in your appearance for a minute while groping your breasts, squeezing, and you gritted your teeth as he teasingly tickled you under your arms, making your breath hitch and a stupid giggle slipped out.

"Sensitive, are we? I promise I won't hurt you."

You leaned back, casting a fretful look out the windows in case of onlookers, but the street was empty and the glass was streaky with rain, creating a thickly translucent rippled covering not unlike a shower curtain.

"No one knows," Crane stated flatly in response to your paranoia while untying his dress shoes and pushing them under the seats. You just nodded, taking off your own and then unzipping your pants the same time he undid his own. His tight dark grey briefs were bulging with his cock and you hesitated, absolutely unsure of what to do when he completely stripped and out popped out his erect glistening-at-the-tip penis in full view.

"Take it in your mouth," Crane ordered abruptly, pushing you down beneath him.

"Um, no I think that's disgus-" Your voice was cut off as you nearly choked; he roughly shoved his cock so fast into your parted mouth. The silky end of his tie tickled your nose as he inched closer, and clearly this was much more enjoyable for him than it was for you as he groaned in building ecstasy and you kept your mouth closed around it, afraid that if you moved, you'd gag or get hurt. He forced your head up a little and bobbed, but you could feel a dribble of precum seeping down your throat and now you reflexed, yanking yourself from him with a loud noise and banging the car door open to cough and spit violently out onto the pavement below.

"Get back in, do you want someone to see us?!" Crane hissed and you felt a sharp tug on your hair as he pulled you back. You shrieked and self defensively twisted to slap him straight in the face. He gasped from the unexpected blow, falling back and banging his head on the opposite window as you spat, wiping your lips of his mess.

"Can't take it like a common whore, can you? Feel like being a goddamn difficult bitch, don't you? Think you're better than me, do you?" he seethed, rubbing his cranium and you huffed.

"I thought you'd just put your dick in me, not that bullshit."

"It's called oral and many women in fact enjoy it."

"How do you know, you've done that before?"

He had a strange expression when he replied briskly.

"I've read up on the concept, you know."

"You've studied about women and sex. Amazing. Is that what you do on your lunch break or...?" you almost laughed, but the way he was staring at you wasn't in a joking manner. He had the look of an inmate one straw away from a full psychotic behavior break down. Basing from your training, you decided to distract his frustrating anger and talk nonchalantly to calm him down.

"Okay, I'm kidding around, I get it, and I don't mean to hate or spite you. Remember when I was initially employed at Arkham, fresh out of college, and I met you for the first time? I personally thought you were extremely cocky and looked waaay too young to be a top psychiatrist in such a grand high security institution. Now I can say with certainty that while you are, um, creative in your methods with the inmates and I do admit I find you very terribly attractive, I have to say Dr. Crane... I still think you're an arrogant son of a bitch."

"Call me Jonathan," he replied, unimpressed by the insult and wrestling off his tie.

"Well, Dr. Jonathan, you sure are a pretty piece of work," you replied with ample attitude and he was fed up, dumping his jacket and shirt from his body and twisting the tie in his fingers. He held it up and a muscle spasmed in face, jaw clenching and enunciating his cheekbones.

"You want me to choke you with this?"

"I'd really prefer you didn't and it would be very nice if you weren't such a dick forcing your sex on me," you answered matter-of-factly.

"Lie down or I'll fucking fire you from your position, understand?" he snapped loudly and was extremely serious as you glared, but then reluctantly laid back obediently on the seats just to avoid complications and he came down swiftly, carefully aligning to position his penis at your entrance. He cautiously touched the moist head to your vaginal lips when you held up a hand onto his chest, stopping him.

"Now hang on doctor, don't you want to warm up first?"

"I'm obviously already warmed up, Miss Y/LN."

"But I don't have lubricant on me, so you're going to have to get me naturally very wet for penetration because right now I'm dry as a bone," you warned for your own protection, but hardly expected him to listen.

"Don't tell me how to do it," he replied, snippy.

"I'm serious, you can't just stick it in there; it will be just as hard for you as it'll be for me and I don't want to end up seeing a gynecologist."

"So you aren't a virgin after all?"

"I had my hymen broken with a loser in the past," you told him and he raised one brown eyebrow, creasing his forehead with a few fine lines.

"Then how should I start, Miss doctor?"

You wordlessly took a hold of his index finger and guided it to your opening and he pressed lightly, feeling pooling liquid.

"You little liar, you're already discharging," he whispered disapprovingly and he massaged your clit in slow jerky rhythm. You nodded in approval, losing your control as he slipped a finger in and moved around enough to make you clench a bit, trapping his digit.

"How does that feel?" he asked almost clinically and you closed your eyes, urging him to put in another finger. He did and you almost orgasmed when he extracted much too soon, sighing.

"This isn't much fun for me," he whined and you made a face, shifting position to spread your legs wider, putting your arms up and accidentally smearing the fogged window with your fingertips. You looked utterly submissive, practically begging to be fucked, to get it over with (so you convinced yourself).

But for all his aggression to trap you in your own car for penetrative sex, Jonathan was now becoming oddly timid as he hesitantly closed the gap between you, realigning his bare body to yours.

"Wait, have you done this before?" you asked suspiciously and he was sheepish in answering.

"I told you, you are my first prototype."

"Shit, you're the virgin here?!" You laughed as though this made this experience any less stressful or partially contrived.

"Do you masturbate?" you then asked and he rolled his eyes.

"What kind of man of do you think I am?"

"Is that yes or no?"

"Doesn't matter, Y/N. Now, let me ask you a more important question: are you on birth control of any type?"

"I..." you hesitated to answer because if you told him 'no' would he go any further? You had pills at home as a precaution, but neglected to ever take them, assuming you'd be remaining single. But you had no intention of getting into a full relationship and certainly not being impregnated by this man.

"I left them at home," you finally answered truthfully.

"I have something for that then," he assured and you stared as he leaned back and rummaged in the pockets of his clothes on the floor. He produced a tiny pill container and dropped a pill into your open palm. You didn't ask why he was carrying around birth control pills, but assumed he had indeed been planning this for a while.

"Don't want any unnecessary side effects of something that I'll have to end up terminating anyway," he muttered bitterly as you popped it in and climbed into the driver's seat to swig some water from your plastic bottle in the cupholder, feeling grateful that at least he didn't administer that Fear Toxin he was always messing around with in the asylum.

"Now can we get started?" Jonathan asked impatiently and you took a breath, easing the front seat down so you were lying parallel to him. Jonathan clamored on top of your naked flesh and straddled you, his cock rubbing up against your thighs, then vaginal area and you squirmed, clutching onto his back. He pushed in gradually, but densely, and you whimpered at the stinging pain and then the growing pleasure bubbling around his cock within your walls and you clenched hard, much harder than you had with his fingers.

"Oh... Fuck, Jonathan..." you groaned and he bounced up and down lightly, thrusting with slaps of skin and you felt your bottom sticking with sweat to the leather seat as he kept at it for several minutes, gripping your hips and nearly plowing you apart. It hurt, no getting around it, and he wasn't privy to what you were feeling as he seemed entirely in his own zone, racing for his pleasure until you moaned loud enough to cause him glance down, realizing you were getting close to free falling off the edge.

"C'mon, you're so close with that pretty little pussy of yours, almost..." Jonathan breathed in your ear and as he hit the spot, finally the climaxing orgasm came with a bang and it was so intense, probably fueled by adrenaline and stress more than actual love, that you emitted a high pitched shrieking whine which trailed into a low moan of relief while it tapered off and he grunted, somehow thrusting even further. Yes, you had minimal experience, but had never ever been penetrated this far before and you dreaded how much longer he could rail you, but thankfully his own orgasm came with a grunting groan as he spilled into you and you held on, digging nails into his shoulder blades and nearly biting his neck. He panted heavily in your ear and his tickle of breath made your stomach flip.

He laid still on top of you for awhile, cock twitching and warming your insides. The windows were fogged up completely and the cold was now non-existent with the heat you and him were creating out of friction alone.

"You enjoy yourself?" you whispered hoarsely to Jonathan as his breathing slowed sluggishly and he looked like he was falling asleep, so you shoved him off your aching body and he blinked, rubbing his forehead.

"Yeah, that was satisfactory. Maybe I should bump up your paycheck."

"I'm not a prostitute, but thank you."

He smiled lazily, eyes rather unfocused, and you pulled your seat up with the lever, reaching for his glasses on the dash and handing them back to him. He, in turn, retrieved the car keys from his pants and tossed them back to you with a clanging jingle.

Casting a look around your car, there were streaky handprints on the fogged glass, thin swipes of fingers and imprinted palms decorating the back windows and you reached over to one and drew a heart outline in a patch of blank space. Jonathan's own finger speared through it, making a arrow.

"Very romantic," you commented sarcastically and moved to join him in the backseat as he started to draw a creepy face reminiscent of a familiar spooky icon (a clown? Maybe a scarecrow?) when he stopped and checked his watch.

"I need to go," Jonathan coldly stated out of the blue and began to hastily gather up his clothing, awkwardly dressing before he stepped outside and zipped up his pants, and inhaled the late October city air, somewhat out of breath. The rain had stopped and the skies were clearing, the full pearly white moon slicing through the curtain of storm clouds, and you drew your blouse around yourself with a shiver before sliding into underwear, realizing you'd never look at Dr. Crane the same since this intimately raw experience.

"So I'll be seeing you around tomorrow...?" you wondered aloud and although you meant for that to be purely work related, he clearly took it the other direction.

"Oh, I'll be seeing you." He smirked knowingly and then slammed the car door closed in your face, leaving you sore and to reel from whatever the hell this twisted specimen of a man just put you through. Did you like it?

Maybe.

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stole your car - jonathan crane x reader

hello anon, you asked and you shall receive hehe. i hope you like this one.

summary: your willing to do anything to get revenge on your ex-boyfriend - even if it's batshit crazy.

warnings: smut 18+ mdni!!, drugging, toxic relationship, gaslighting, reader is mentally unstable lol, p in v, choking, rough sex, facefucking, oral (m!receiving), it's just filthy lmao but they get their happy(ish?) ending don't worry

the sirens wailed off in the distance; a sound that signified a job well done on your part. the night was unruly - rain pouring down like the tears on your face when he left you, and the thunder and lighting were crashing down like your world when he told you he couldn't be deal with you anymore.

this is how you made me, you thought to yourself silently, as you watched the car combust into flames from the balcony of an old building in the middle of gotham. that'll show him.

you met jonathan when you were his patient - that's right, he used to be your therapist. ever since you laid eyes on him, you started to fall. hard. you were never really the crazy type - and certainly not the delusional type either, but jonathan knew exactly how to push all your buttons. he did have a phd in psychology, after all.

jonathan was no stranger to insanity - he was the scarecrow, but not many knew of the alter ego he possessed. you sure didn't, and you were clueless to what you were getting yourself into, but so was he.

the taste of his lips were your choice of drug, your fuel, what gave you life. the two of you started off your tumultuous and rocky relationship a little over two years ago. both of you were crazy about each other - unable to keep your hands off one another. slowly but surely, that lovesick craziness turned into actual craziness - bitter arguments, toxic behaviour, gaslighting, abuse - it was driving the both of you to new levels of insanity.

soon, the taste of lips started to make you sick.

after nearly two years of a being together, jonathan decided that he'd had enough. a part of him secretly loved that he was slowly breaking you down; driving you to the brink of insanity, but another part of him hated it. that gorgeous face of yours never failed to make his heart race, but what lied beneath was something that made even the master of fear himself, fearful.

"you're lucky your pretty, you know?" he spat, voice dripping with venom, "it's too bad that inside that pretty little head of yours - you're fucking deranged."

this was the final straw for jonathan. the two of you were having an argument again, and of course, he was the one to start it. he hadn't come home from work when he said he would, and it was almost an hour past 5, which is when he normally returned. understandably, you got worried and decided to fire off some...passionate texts.

you didn't mean to come off as harsh - you were just worried about him, but he didn't take to it too kindly. his loss.

"did you seriously think sending me pictures of you pouring bleach all over my expensive suits would make me want to come home?!" he exasperated, his gaze remaining cold. "and not only that, but you fucking shredded up every other piece of clothing i own, smashed my laptop, and broke every god damn dish in the house - and for what?" he looked exhausted, staring at the broken glass that littered the floor of the apartment.

you looked at him teary-eyed with a pout on your face, "i'm sorry, jonny, i just love you-"

"i love you too, but fuck-" he snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "i just can't do this anymore, babydoll. i can't." he tells you softly, still using the pet name he always used for you. the look on his face told you everything his words failed to.

"w-what?" you ask, stepping towards him, in which he just stayed still, sighing at the mess around the two of you. "but..."

"i'm sorry, babydoll. i am." he tells you, reaching out hesitantly to hold onto your small hands with a gentle touch, "i don't think i'm good for you - don't think i ever was."

and that's how dr. jonathan crane ended things with you last week - but you were determined that this wasn't the end. you weren't one to back down, that's for sure.

now, you weren't entirely to blame here. actually, you weren't to blame at all. as crazy as jonathan liked to paint you out to be, this truly only started because of him. when the two of you met, you were a different girl; a sweet girl. you had a few boyfriends, never long term, but a few. your previous relationships weren't rocky at all, in fact, they were tame - very tame.

throughout the course of the almost two years that you and jonathan spent together, he was slowly dosing you more and more over time with his fear toxin. now, you thought you were going crazy, but he wasn't going to tell you that he was secretly drugging you - no, don't be silly. instead, he gaslit you into believing that you really were going crazy.

it started with just a drop or two in your juice, or even in your food sometimes - then it escalated to something more, it always did with jonathan. slowly but surely, he would up the dose to three, maybe four...five...six drops, and so on.

the side effects of the toxin being ingested were different to what his fear toxin would do when it was sprayed in a gas form onto his victim. the effects were...gradual. they would sneak up on you when you least suspected it.

it started off innocent - you would see shadows in your peripheral, dark, lanky shadows; they slowly turned into figures. dark, shadowy figures that would linger around. then, the audio hallucinations kicked in. voices, whispers, screams - he was slowly tipping you over the edge.

at this point, you couldn't stop him. you weren't even aware.

sighing, you snap yourself back into reality - enough already with the past. the combustion of flames ripping through jonathans brand new benz made you smile with pure glee. he knew he was a target, you smirk to yourself.

and so you stood there, on the balcony of that old building, in your sleep slip, black and lacy, listening to the sirens sound off. thankfully, the balcony had some sort of covering on it, so it prevented you from getting soaked from the rain. "always looking so beautiful - even when committing the most disgusting acts," jonathan would often say to you - perhaps he was right in that instance.

you were suddenly hyperaware of the sound of tires screeching below you, and you glanced down from the high balcony to see a blacked out car coming to a screeching halt, definitely burning the rubber tires, below you.

you couldn't see who got out of the car, as it was too dark out - the only light offered by the flames coming off your ex-boyfriends car in the distance of the twilight.

"so you're stealing cars now?" you hear a distorted voice come from behind you, and you whip your head around to see a man that you don't recognize - at least not yet.

you take a good look at this man who was dressed sharply, in a suit and tie, and what appeared to be some sort of sweater vest underneath. an ensemble you became all too familiar with. but the one thing you truly didn't recognize was the burlap mask on his face, tattered and a little eerie.

scarecrow.

you had seen this man on the gotham news quite regularly, the gotham pd was always trying to ease the publics nerves by saying they were working "diligently" to try and find the man behind the serial poisonings in the area - whatever that means.

"you're..." you trail off, the cold breeze nipping at your skin and blowing through your soft hair.

"i could kill you right now, you know." the distorted voice says to you in an eerie tone, but you just stare blankly at him. "it's like every time i think, 'she can't any fucking crazier,' you somehow do get crazier."

"yeah well, you're dumb enough to leave your car keys in your office out in the open. you don't see my car getting stolen and bursting into flames, do you?" you say casually, making him scoff. he was a little taken aback that you weren't too phased about him being the scarecrow, but given your track record - that wasn't too shocking.

"but why?" he asks, voice still distorted. you just shrug softly, "i wanted to get your attention."

"you don't have to steal my car and set it aflame to do that, you know." he says, blue eyes still holding a menacing gaze through the small eye holes in the burlap scarecrow mask.

"but i had enough of wanting your love when you never give it to me." you whine, causing him to scoff out a laugh.

"god, you're so fucked up." he tells you.

"you started it." you retaliate, causing him to become still.

"what are you, twelve?" he snaps, and you respond, still calm as ever.

"you're the one playing dress up, loser." you say gesturing to the mask, and you try your hardest not to giggle at your own joke. he just sighs before stepping towards you.

as you were about to mock him for yet another thing, he grabs you by the neck, pulling you towards him, causing you to choke - his grip a little too tight.

"feeling a little bold tonight i see," he says to you, voice seemingly not distorted anymore, "i can't lie, it does something to me - seeing how far you'll go for my love."

you struggle to breathe, unable to form a response. you just claw at the hand wrapped around your neck.

"oh, you poor thing," he coos mockingly, "it's okay, babydoll. you don't have to say it. i love you too."

and with that, he finally released your neck from his unwavering grip. you gasp and cough repeatedly, chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. before you even have a chance to do so, he drags you inside the old building, taking you off the balcony - taking you out of sight.

he tosses the mask into a random corner of the room, disregarding it as he looked at you with a cold stare. "get down on your fucking knees, darling."

you do as your told, sinking down to your knees - which felt cold against the icy, marble floor of the dimly lit room. he wasted no time undoing his belt, pulling his already hard cock out.

he softly taps it against your cheek, then your lips a few times, a smirk painted on his face. "don't you wanna show me how much you love me? i mean, you went through all the trouble, blowing up my car and all..."

you sigh, slowly taking him into your mouth, sucking him off like you have a thousand times before. he instantly groans at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth, and his hand snakes behind your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

as you were licking and sucking his cock teasingly, he wasn't having it. jonathan decided that, again, he'd had enough. without warning, he shoved his cock down your throat - setting a brutal pace. you felt yourself gag around his length, tears brimming your eyes as you stared up at him; your mouth stuffed with his cock.

the feeing already had you soaked, and you let him use your pretty mouth the way he pleased. finally, he pulled your mouth off his cock - and you were trying to catch your breath.

"stay on the fucking floor, babydoll." he says to you using a gentle tone despite the words that were coming out of his mouth. "you're such a whore, aren't you? but you're my whore, isn't that right?" he cooed mockingly.

"mm, y-yes. i'm.." you swallow nervously, "your whore."

"that's what i like to hear." he smirks, looking down at you. he kneels down to your level, and wastes no time getting you out of your heels and lace slip, pushing you down on the cold tile.

"face down, ass up, sweetheart." he says to you, tone still soft. hastily, you turn around and arch your back, sticking your ass out. the black lace of your panties wasn't covering much, and he cursed under his breath at the sight.

"fuck," he groaned, "look at that." he softly trails a finger down your clothed cunt - your panties fucking soaked.

you felt his leg between yours, pushing them further apart - and you whimpered. he just laughed softly, pulling your panties down - and you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your folds.

swiftly, he pushed his cock all the way in - giving you no time to adjust. you moaned at the feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt out, and he let out a shaky breath before he started to move slowly.

"j-jonathan..." you moaned, arching your back even more, "f-fuck, faster please."

"you're so desperate for my cock, aren't you babydoll?" he asks you, suddenly fucking you at a much faster pace, knocking the wind right out of you. "mmph! y-yeah, i-" you couldn't even find the words to finish what you were trying to say, the feeling of his cock pounding your pussy making your head spin.

"that's it, baby. gonna fuck you 'till you can't even think straight anymore, fuuuuuck-" he moans, and you could feel yourself just getting wetter and wetter at his words. "i'm gonna fuck you stupid. you want that?" he asks.

too fucked out to respond, you just whine and moan, begging incoherently, making him groan lowly with a breathy laugh. "mm, thought so."

as he continued to split you open on his cock, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "o-oh, i'm gonna cum, fuck- can i cum?" you beg between gasps and moans, and he pulls your head back by your hair, causing you to whine, still impaling you mercilessly with his cock.

"yeah? you wanna cum?" he snarls in your ear, making you dizzy.

"please, let me cum for you." you say back, out of breath and all fucked out.

he keeps your head held up, "y-yeah, cum on my cock, babydoll." he says, stammering slightly as he's getting out of breath from the brutal pace he set while he fucked you, his cock reaching places so deep you didn't know if you were going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.

his words had a way at winding you up - and with a few more deep thrusts you were covering his cock in your cum - and squirting all over the floor. jonathan took in a heavy breath at the sight, "fuck, did you just squirt?" he asks breathlessly, "i need to see this, shit-"

you whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out for a moment, slamming you down on the hard, cold, marble tile as he flips you around so that you're in missionary. grabbing a hold of your hips, he thrusts his cock back into your abused cunt with ease, tip of his cock hitting your cervix deliciously - making you cry out.

"c'mon, put on a show for me, babydoll. you can give me one more, i know you can." he almost pleads you, and within seconds, you're screaming his name out again, the clear liquid pouring out of you for the second time tonight. "fuck!" he says loudly, hips staggering as he fills you with him cum, burying his cock as deep as he could.

after a few more slow thrusts, he stops - still buried deep inside, making sure your fucked out cunt takes every last drop of cum he has to give you.

with one hand, he brushes a strand of your hair out your face, looking at you with...love?

"i know you miss me like i miss you." he whispers, and you nod along. "yeah, i think it's o-obvious." you manage to whimper out, still breathless and dazed from squirting not once - but twice.

"be mine again, babydoll." he says, voice barely a whisper; so quiet you don't think you've heard him properly.

"what's the catch?" you respond calmly.

"...go to therapy." he deadpans, looking at you. "god knows you need it."

you take a moment to think about it, before pulling him into a soft kiss, which he gladly returns. "okay," you tell him, "under one condition."

that got his attention, and he looks at you. "yes, babydoll?" he asks, innocently.

"i need you to understand that the toxin you think i'm oblivious to you slipping into my food and drinks is not what's driving me to insanity," you softly say, causing his head to shoot up, looking at you incredulously as you continue to speak.

"it's you."

a/n: sorry i realized i put in warnings for stuff that wasn’t actually in there because my brain got scattered writing this lmao

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[darthannie]

day seventeen: praise kink with jonathan crane

pairing: Jonathan Crane x f!reader word count: 532 warnings: not much really, lots of praise, oral sex a/n: Finally got around to writing a shorter one! I really like the idea of Jonathan being all sweet and shit. Really makes me Think. kinktober masterlist

Your boyfriend, Jonathan, was usually stressed when he got home from work. Being a doctor in one of the most infamous places in Gotham did a number on him. He entered your apartment and hung up his coat and traversed the apartment to find you. You were in the bedroom, lounging after a long day. You got up and gave him a hug and a kiss. 

“I missed you today,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” 

“Yeah, what about me?” 

He smiled and stroked your face. His voice was soft. “I kept thinking about you on your knees for me.”

“Like this?” You knelt in front of him and pulled out his cock. You licked along the length before putting it in your mouth. He quickly hardened as you sucked. You moaned as he twitched in your mouth. “Good girl. You’re so good at that,” he whispered. Jonathan stroked your cheek, feeling himself through it. 

He took some control back, thrusting deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly and he laughed lightheartedly. “Come on I know you can take it.” 

You closed your eyes and relaxed your throat, moaning as he finally put his entire cock in your mouth. He pulled out and gestured for you to get on the bed. You sat up on the bed and he curled a finger to coax you closer to him. You slid towards the edge of the bed and took off your underwear and silk slip, leaving you completely bare. 

“Open up for me,” he said. You’re jaw unhinged and he immediately stuck two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. He slid his fingers in and out of your mouth, making you suck. You coated them in your spit. “Beautiful. Look at those absolutely gorgeous lips wrapped around my fingers. Perfect.” 

Once he was satisfied, he took those same fingers and stuck them inside of you, bending them at the knuckle. He got down on his knees and ran his tongue around your clit. He licked and sucked like he needed it more than anything. He pulled away after a few minutes. “I need to be inside you. Now.” 

He didn’t even bother taking off his clothes. He lifted your legs and helped you move further onto the bed. He entered you swiftly, tossing his head back as he felt you squeeze around him. He wanted you cum soon, setting a fast pace. “I’ve been waiting all day for this. You’re taking me so well.” He moaned as he watched you underneath him. “You’re so pretty when you squirm. Do you wanna cum, pretty girl?”  You nodded rapidly and he rubbed your clit with his thumb, quickening his pace. His voice was saccharine, “Cum for me.”

Your body shook as you reached your peak. “Look at that pretty little face. You’re so pretty when you cum.” When your body calmed he pulled out of you and stroked himself before spilling on your stomach. He groaned, “Look at how much you made me cum. Fuck, what a good girl.” You felt your face get warm. He was being particularly sweet today, there must have been something in the water. 

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[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Omggg imagine Cillian Murphy!Jonathan Crane being out at night doing Scarecrow things, mask on and all, when an innocent woman is running from a man that had tried to take her/hurt her, and she literally runs into Jonathan’s arms and clings to him because she’s scared, and Jonathan is one, very confused because he is in his full Scarecrow getup, clearly not up to any good, and two, here is this girl that ran to him of all people to feel safe and comforted from her fear. I think it would fascinate him because he is used to being the root of peoples fears, most people running away from him, not towards him. So in both fascination and also attraction to this young woman that is literally clinging to him for protection, he fear gases the man that was after her. But Jon ends up taking her himself out of complete fascination on the somewhat backwards reaction that she has had towards him, but also he feels a deep need to protect her from the horror that Gotham City is🥹 It would honestly start out as somewhat of an experiment to him, but then it very quickly turns into love for the both of them 💞🥹

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[lacontroller1991]

Baths and Tea (Jonathan Crane x GN!Reader)

Main Master List || MISC Master List

Requested by anon: I wish you would write a fic where Crane takes care of reader when they have a stressful day and he sees they are a bit on edge, I need comfort sorry u.u....

-- Anya 🍓

Author's Note: SO THIS IS MY FIRST CRANE FIC I HOPE I DO HIM JUSTICE

Warnings: just a really really shitty day, mentions of nudity/undressing, language

Word Count: 1.1k

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It all started with a cold bed. You woke up at around 7:30, expecting to cuddle into the side of your boyfriend and go back to sleep only to feel no body presence by your side. You initially shrugged it off and still got out of bed to grab coffee. When you got to the coffee pot you thought it would be hot, but when you took a sip, it was cold. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” You had murmured to yourself, eyes rolling at how thoughtful your boyfriend is.

When you managed to get to your class, after missing the bus, you found out that it was canceled and this pissed you off. Normally, professors would send courtesy emails to let students know if the class is canceled but apparently not.

By the time lunch had come around you were already done with the day. To try and lift up your spirits, you decided to go to your favorite lunch spot by campus, hoping that they would have your favorite item on the menu, but just your luck, they didn’t. “This day literally couldn’t get any worse.”

It did. And by the time you got home for the day, you were ready to cry and just bury yourself underneath a pile of blankets. Which is how your boyfriend finds you.

Jonathan typically isn’t the affectionate type. You would even go as far as saying that he doesn’t know what the word affection means. He sometimes wonders why you haven’t left him for someone a little more…warm. Finding you underneath a pile of blankets though? It raises concern in him. 

Moving to your side of the bed, he sits on the edge, trying to find your face under the mound but failing to do so. Instead, he pulls back the covers only to find your eyes puffy and tears running down your face. 

“Dove? What’s wrong?” Despite the words of concern, they sound apathetic, and you instantly notice.

“Why do you even care?” The abrasiveness of your comment causes him to jolt back. He definitely did not expect that from you. He tries to think of what to do. It’s clear that you’ve had a rough day and he wants to make it better. Nodding his head tersely, he leaves your side and goes to the kitchen. 

Not even 5 minutes later he's walking back into the room, a cup of hot tea in his hands. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed again, he lightly nudges you causing you to push the blankets away and look up at him through tear soaked lashes. 

“I made you your favorite tea.” He offers the tea to you and you take it from him, savoring the warmth that the cup provides, eyeing him suspiciously.

“What did you put in it?” 

“Nothing that I wanted to,” he tries to make a joke about his work, but he gathers it’s not the right crowd right now. “Do you want to talk about your day?”

You take a sip of the tea, letting the warm drink soothe your throat and warm your body. You can’t deny that him making you tea did boost your mood slightly. People often ask you why you’re with Jonathan Crane of all people. He’s cold. Calculative. Creepy. Apathetic. But none of those things really bother you. You try to focus on the good in him, and it’s moments like this that make you glad that you’ve stayed with him, even if he is a challenge.

“It’s just you weren’t here this morning and didn’t bother heating up some coffee. Then I was late to class because the bus system fucking sucks and it was all a mute point because class was cancelled anyways. I tried getting my favorite lunch but they were out of it, and when I chose another option, my card declined. Then when I went to my other class we got our exams back and I didn’t do as well as I wanted to. When I got home I got an email saying that the job I had applied for was now occupied and they don’t need me. To make matters worse, the same asshole professor that randomly canceled class just posted a new assignment that’s due tomorrow and it’s supposed to be 8 pages long. A research paper. Due tomorrow.” You start to cry again and Jonathan takes the drink out of your hands, setting it to the side before pulling you into his arms as best as he can. Even though he is a trained psychologist and an active psychiatrist, he doesn’t know what to do. 

“That sounds horrible. I’m sorry.” He comments nonchalantly while stroking your hair softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you begin to calm down, nuzzling into him lightly.

“It is horrible. I just want today to be over.” Jonathan pulls away and hands you back your drink before standing to his full height and disappearing into the bathroom. You try to move your head and see what he’s doing, but it becomes obvious when you hear the bathtub faucet running. Jonathan appears a second later and offers you a hand. Taking his hand, he pulls you out of bed and towards the bathroom where you see the tub being filled with water and bubbles? “Jonathan?”

“Why don’t you get in the bath and I’ll run down to that Chinese place you like to grab some dinner. Does that work?” He stands slightly awkwardly as a smile creeps its way onto your face. Again, it’s moments like these where you really love him. 

“Can you stay with me? I really want some physical affection.” He nods his head and begins to strip while you watch with a smirk on your face. Upon realizing that you’re staring at him, he looks at you through his glasses. 

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

“Mmhmm I’m just enjoying the view.” He doesn’t make a comment as he watches you undress and slip into the tub before joining you, awkwardly positioning himself behind you as you lean back into him. “This is really nice.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he comments more sincerely this time, pushing your hair aside and pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, causing you to shiver. 

“You’re making it better.” He smiles against your skin as his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against him. 

“I’m glad to hear that. Do you want me to kill the professor?” He’s 98% serious and you know it.

“Jonathan,” you warn as he lets out a chortle.

“What? I was only kidding.” A moment of silence. “Partially.”

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[acapelladitty]

Greasing The Wheels: Part Two

Pairing: Riddler/Reader/Scarecrow

Word Count: 6.5k

Part One available HERE

Summary: After the 'success' of your first meeting with Crane, Edward arranges another meeting as he allows the mad scientist free use of your body and soul.

(warnings: threesome, deepthroating, whipping, double penetration, rough sex, exhibitionism, bdsm dynamics, anal sex, crying, orgasm, cum marking, punishment)

As always, Edward’s instructions were as clear as day and delivered in such a way that even the simplest of minds could comprehend them as your eyes flick over the scrawled note which awaited you atop his favourite chair.

Your role is to do whatever is asked of you. You will service Crane as a makeshift cleaner, doing what you can to improve his working space, while also fulfilling any other service which he may require of you. You are expected to do so with enthusiasm and skill, using your prior knowledge of what Crane likes to ensure that he enjoys you.

Failure to meet any of these very basic requirements will result in punishment and Crane and I have very different approaches to administering discipline. We have discussed your enjoyment of our previous meeting and Crane has expressed a clear desire to test you with elements of his toxin. Disappoint or embarrass me and I will be forced to indulge him.

All our usual rules apply, and Crane is aware of both your limits and your safeword.

Preparations were quick to follow.

You were meticulous in your routine as every inch of your body found itself treated to some form of treatment, be it an exfoliation or a shave, and your makeup was kept simple to enhance your natural features. It was Edward’s preference and on nights like this, when the game was the focus of your fun, it was your pleasure to indulge him.

Edward observed the results, as he always did, and he seemed pleased with your efforts if the slight warmth in his gaze and wandering hands was anything to go by.

“Pretty little thing.” He murmured, running his fingers across the loose white shirt which tucked into the short skirt that hung to just above your knee. “Do you remember your role?”

“Yes, sir.” You answer and the title earns you an approving nod as he pulls his goggles free of his hairline and deposits them at the side.

“Excellent. I will be working on the finishing touches for Crane’s new customised leg brace so my presence will be mixed. He is aware of my hard rules and, should he disrespect them, you are permitted to call for me and seek out my support. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do well and we’ll see about a special reward.” Edward leered, not bothering to hide the slight tent in his slacks as he brushed his groin against your hip.

“One that I’ll like?” You ask, batting your lashes as you tilt your head at him.

The question nets a chuckle as his fingers trace along your jawline.

“For a little while, yes.”

x-x-x-x-x

The abandoned farmhouse which Edward revealed as Crane’s hideout was surprisingly imposing as it loomed ahead on the short drive. Edward, one hand on the wheel and the other alternating between the gearstick and your thigh, did not seem the slightest bit intimidated as he quickly dragged the car up the dirt path and switched the engine off.

A nervous energy, one borne of your previous encounter with Crane plus the promise of what lay ahead, made your body shiver as your hands flexed against your legs.

“Are you incompetent?”

The question catches you by surprise, making you start a little as your head snaps towards Edward - only to find him staring at you intently.

“I’m not sur-”

“Are you incompetent?” Edward repeated, cutting you off with a harsh voice.

Meeting his gaze as you often did, you shake your head softly.

“No, sir.”

“Then you will be fine. You have your instructions and your safety net.”

Now nodding in agreement, you slip from the car and try to ignore the slight dampness of your underwear and the shameful way in which your anxiety only seems to make it worse.

The house is unlocked, and Edward is quick to sweep you through the main floor as he leads you through to the main living space. It is an odd sort of house with many of the furnishings and trappings missing, replaced with unmarked boxes and scientific looking equipment which meant nothing to you. Eventually though, your gawking ceases as Edward turns a corner and brings you face to face with Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow himself.

Clearly in his main workspace, a large desk sat surrounded by various notepads and stacks of books which were clearly used often. A slightly smaller desk lay attached to the larger one and this was covered with beakers and mixed bottles of coloured liquids.

Crane himself stood in full costume; his patchwork costume and mobility aids as familiar as ever as the majority of his face lay hidden away by both his mask and the shadows of his hood.

A traitorous stab of arousal lances through you as you meet his milky gaze once more.

“Good evening, Doctor Crane.” Lowering your head in greeting, your voice is slightly higher than usual and the cadence of it doesn’t go amiss as a slight smirk tugs at the corners of Edward’s lips.

“Crane.” Edward offers, nodding only once.

“Nygma.” Jonathan answers in kind. “And his little pet. How delightful. Does she know of our arrangement?”

Heat tickles at your cheeks as both men speak of you as if you were not there.

“Yes. She knows the role she is to fill as we work.”

“Good. Come here, dear.”

Moving forward on legs which feel unsteady, you take the few steps necessary to stand before him and your neck tilts up to meet his impressive height.

“And what do you think of our little arrangement? I don’t imagine your master asked your thoughts before he traded you like a whore.” Heat pooling between your thighs, your arms remain submissively pinned to your side as his thin hands move to ghost along your body, teasing the edge of the shirt.

“He told me what was expected and it’s not my place to question it, Sir.”

Crane’s cold fingers trace over the soft bruises which have only just started to fade on your exposed collarbone, his fingertips matching up to the evidence of your activities with Edward earlier in the week. “Masochism suits you, little toy. Tell me, at what point do those masochistic tendencies fall into true suffering? When your master punishes you? Roughly fucks you? When you disappoint him?”

“If I disappoint him then I deserve to be punished.” You answer with a demure smile, feeling the burn of Edward’s eyes on the back on your skull. “He’s brilliant and he always knows what’s best for me.���

“Even when he punishes you to the point where tears are streaming, and you feel ready to break? To shatter into pieces like fragile glass?”

“Especially then.” You pause before adding a hasty. “Sir.”

It’s a cheeky response and it does not go unnoticed as yet another small chuckle pulls free of Edward’s unseen lips and Crane’s eyes darken, dilating almost imperceptibly.

“Your little rabbit has fire.” Crane comments, eyes casting over to Edward as he disregards you completely. “Do you lack the discipline to truly snuff it out?”

“A broken toy has no appeal.”

“Hmm, yes. For once, we agree.”

And with that Crane took a step back and you found yourself dismissed as both men took their leave to head over to one of the sprawling tables. Remembering Edward’s earlier information, you turn in place and head back to the kitchen which you had spotted earlier, knowing that the items you need will be found there.

Sure enough, sitting atop one of the wooden kitchen units lies a plastic bucket surrounded by two or three various cleaning products plus a fresh pack of cloths. A touch of humiliation plays across your skin as your role for the evening truly sets in and you are quick to fill the plastic bucket with hot water from the nearby tap before adding some cleanser.

Your clothing isn’t designed for such a cool building and you shiver as a breeze curls around your exposed legs, piercing through your shirt and making your nipples press against the fabric as they peak. In response, you drop to the floor and start your tasks as you dip one of the cloths into the cleaning mixture and swipe it across the floor.

It comes away with some dirt but not as much as you would have expected given the general state of the house and a firm determination to do as well as you can settles in your mind. Edward wouldn’t allow any less and the promise of a reward was as deliciously tempting as ever.

Scrubbing away at the floor with a rhythmic motion time loses meaning until a soft creak of the wood behind you causes a startle that makes the brush fall from your hand. Attempting to turn in position, you find your movements halted by a rough hand gripping the back of your neck in such a way that you freeze in instant panic.

Little more than a creature clamped between wolves’ teeth.

"Do not stop working. No matter what."

Cold words with an unspoken threat, instantly recognisable as the deep tenor of Crane, wash over you and you nod out your understanding - a tight, anticipatory feeling settling in your gut.

"Speak, little rabbit. I trust your narcissistic master hadn't robbed you of your tongue yet."

"Yes, Dr. Crane, sir." You stammer out as your hand seals around the fallen brush to pick it up once more. Always following instructions.

Like a good girl should.

Your skirt is flung unceremoniously over your lower back to expose your entire lower half to his sight. A heated flush paints its way down your face and neck as you maintain slow circles of the brush while remaining on your knees.

His fingers are quick to brush over your skin, a feather light touch which draws a sigh from your lips until it forms into a light squeal as he brings his hand down hard on your defenceless ass. The loud crack of the connection breaks through the air like lightning and is instantly followed by a spreading heat that warms your cunt and sends a shiver down your spine.

"Don't. Stop." Two words punctuated by growls as he sinks two fingers viciously into your cunt, the digits using the thankful wetness there to sink up to the knuckle without much resistance. It's not a gentle touch, his fingers clearly testing your readiness rather than providing it, but the calloused skin and slight fullness feels like a delicious warning of what is to come.

His grip is brutal, hand digging into the flesh of your hips as you hear the slight squeak of his mechanical brace as he drops heavily on one knee to the floor. Arching your back, you raise your ass as you were expected to do - the position uncomfortable as you now support yourself mainly on the one hand which is not scrubbing away at the floor.

The sensation of his velvety cockhead brushed against your slit, seeking out the warm hole he viewed you as. The side of his curled hand brushes against your cunt as he angles himself carefully before thrusting himself within you in one sharp movement.

A yelp snaps free of your lips, pleasure lanced with a discomforting pain at his sudden intrusion making your walls spasm around him as your knees jerk against the floor. His breathing is heavy, interspersed with low grunts, as he gives himself a moment to enjoy the tightness of your hole as you clench around him.

It doesn't last, and he immediately sets himself off on a cruel pace; his hips slamming against your ass as he drives himself hard against your body, every thrust sparking a dull, aching pain as the very tip of his cock bounces off your cervix. The onslaught leaves you breathless, discomfort making tears well in your eyes as you cling to the warm pleasure which steadily builds around it.

"You take it so well." Crane snarls. "A trained whore, fulfilling her only purpose."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to use you as I see fit and when I'm ready to provide you the reward you've worked so hard for, you'll take every drop."

Shaking your head in a frantic nod, you cry out as a harsh hand tugs as your hair - yanking it back with such a ferocious grasp that your scalp burns as your head stretches back in such a way that your neck is fully exposed.

"Verbal answers only, little toy."

"Yes! Yes, sir. I understand." You babble out, the words strained by your taut neck before adding. "Thank you."

You can almost hear his smirk at the add-on as he resumes his brutal pace, his cock giving no quarter as the length of it reams you out. He was definitely longer than Edward but not as thick and the difference in size was surprising and unfamiliar.

Before long, his grunts grew more erratic, and his grip of your hips tightened to the point where you were certain that small rounded bruises would decorate the spot in the coming days. Without any warning, aside from a wicked thrust which slammed his cock against your cervix one final time, you felt the heat of his release as it burned you from the inside out.

Turned on but nowhere near your own peak, a whine of frustration slips free of your lips as you clench around him determined to milk out whatever pleasure you could. Sensing your intentions, Crane pulls free of you with a lurid wet noise which sparks a fresh blush across your cheeks. His hand gropes at your ass roughly, caressing and squeezing the skin painfully as he inspects your wrecked hole and the mess there.

"Turn." He commands, his tone low yet satisfied as he enjoyed the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

Following his intention, you keep the brush tight in hand as you shuffle around on your knees.

"Clean me, whore. Every inch." His hand is wrapped delicately around the base of his cock, his pinkie pressing against the thick patch of dark pubic hair which covers the skin there. "Miss even a millimetre and I'll take a switch to you so harshly that your master will have a hard time fixing the damage."

Shuddering at the threat, you dip your mouth forward and take his cock between your lips. The immediate taste of your own juices mixed with his release hits your tongue and it isn't the worst thing ever so you hum contentedly as you set your tongue to quick work; curling around his length and slurping along the shaft as you clean him diligently.

"I'll be using this cunt again before you leave."

You pull free of his cock to reply as a flush overtakes your cheeks at the unexpected vulgarity. "Yes, sir."

And without sparing a second glance in your direction, Crane tucks his wet cock back in his slacks, turns on his heel and disappears back through to the main workroom. His release trickling free of your abused cunt, you cup your hand across your sex and enjoy the heat of the skin against your palm. Your clit throbs beneath the heel of your hand and the temptation to grind into it is wicked.

Approaching footsteps make you flinch, and you quickly snatch your hand away and return to work, pulling your skirt from your back to its original state before rapidly wiping messy circles across a fresh patch of flooring.

“Working hard, pet? Good. I expect no less.”

Warmth alights in your chest as you look up to see Edward looming over your prone position. His dark slacks have an obvious bulge, and you crawl towards him obediently and without insistence, hands fumbling with his zipper to release his cock as he continues speaking.

“Good girl.” He praises quickly, a smile stretching his lips as you pump your hand along his cock. His green shirt is stained with grease and the scent of oil is strong against your nose. “Crane seems pleased with whatever performance he expected from you. Again, not that I expected any less. Your diligence towards your training shows.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You answer, enjoying the familiarity of his cock in your hand as you tease and please him in the ways which you know he loves – ensuring to keep your focus on the ultra-sensitive head of his cock and maintaining a firm pressure on the length as you stroke him down to the thick patch of pubic hair which cushions his groin.

Before too long, his breathing grows harsh and his hips move to buck his cock within your grip, both telltale signs that mean he’s almost ready for his release – signs that you had long since grown accustomed to as his cock remained buried deep within your throat or ass.

“Open your mouth.” He demands and you do so in an instant.

His hand replaces your own as a stuttering groan slips free of his lips and you jump in surprise as his release splashes across your mouth; thick ropes of cum landing across your tongue as one drips across your lower lip. The taste of him is quick to fill your senses and you allow your mouth to hang open until he’s quite finished and has slipped his softening cock back within his slacks.

“Now clean yourself up, pet.”

Swiping your tongue across your lower lip, you pick up the mess there and swallow it down without hesitation. A choice which earns you an approving grunt as his hand drops to press along your head, almost in the way that someone would pet a dog.

“Keep it up and my reward will remain will within reach.”

x-x-x-x-x

Kitchen complete and looking cleaner than you suspected it had been in some time, you soon move through to the living room without much difficulty. The only slight pause in your work came after finishing your thorough scrub of the floor and taking a much-needed bottle of water from the nearby fridge. You were thankful for the chilled water because you had a feeling you would be needing the extra hit of fluid before the evening was over.

The main room was cleaner than the kitchen and the difficulty mostly lay in trying to wipe-down between all the nooks and crannies of Crane’s various pieces of equipment. Some were dustier than others and moving around them required a level of focus that you were struggling to maintain.

Your earlier drink of water has washed the taste of Edward from your mouth, but your cunt still feels the sting of its earlier use, a sensation made worse by the constant standing and kneeling which was necessary for your domestic duties. The only benefit of having moved on to this space is that you can clearly see both men standing on the other side of the room as they continue their business.

Wiping the damp cloth across the table, your eyes dart over to both men as they remain huddled over some metal contraption which means nothing to your ignorant eyes.

A crash of glass makes you jump in place, and you whirl back to the table just to notice that one of the small glass beakers which was placed precariously close to the edge of the table is missing. A quick glance down confirms the mess, the tapered tip of the beaker having broken off and smashed in half just next to the base.

"Well, well, well…" Edward disappointed voice rings out from across the room and you straighten your spine against it, even as your head falls submissively to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sirs, this toy didn't mea-"

"What you meant to do is irrelevant," Edward interrupts, his hand wiping itself off on his dingy white vest, "but what you did is make a mess. The exact opposite of your purpose here."

Remaining silent, you bow your head further to show just how sorry you were as a creeping suspicion that you had been set-up crawls along your spine.

"Doctor Crane?"

"Yes, Edward?" Crane joins the conversation smoothly, resting his weight on his good leg as a sadistic delight smooths across his twisted features.

"Since my toy saw fit to harm your property, I feel that an equal payment is due in kind. Please show our," Edward pauses, "what did you call her? Ah, yes, little rabbit, how carelessness is rewarded in this life."

"Of course." Crane croons in his deep tenor and a shiver runs through your skin as you realise that his punishments are unknown, nothing like those you were familiar with Edward doling out.

"And Crane?"

"Yes?"

Edward said nothing but his glance was particularly hard in such a way that you know something unspoken had passed between them.

Crane's movements were light as he approaches. His costume flutters with the subtle movement and your gaze settles on his shoes as you remain still. However, a hard grip on your chin forces your head up as you lock eyes with his milky gaze.

"Your master insists that I refrain from the use of my toxin as a punishment."

A shudder of relief rolls through your shoulders and Crane's features harden slightly as he notices it.

"For now, I should say. I have explained to him how such an experiment can be conducted safely, and he has asked for slightly more data which is easily provided. You will taste my toxin yet, whore."

His thin lips curl into a cruel smile, a determined smile, and you can hear the truth in the words.

"However," Crane continues, "his interference has meant that I am reduced to more physical forms of punishment. Go to your master and collect the switch."

Fear laced with arousal pools deep in your gut.

The dreaded switch.

Edward's punishments were not typically physical, his preference for predicament tasks and pinpoint orgasm control making the need for corporal punishment a less attractive option. But they weren't unknown and of all the various impact toys he introduced you to, the sharp sting of the switch was not among those that you could say you liked.

Padding over to where Edward is standing, he points wordlessly to the wall behind him, and you see the switch standing upright against it. You pick it up and quickly return to Crane, handing him the thin wooden stick and watching as he quickly tucks it beneath his armpit.

His hands, as steady as a surgeon, make quick work of your shirt - ripping the buttons free as they skitter across the floor with a tinny sound. Gooseflesh breaks across your skin at how cool his fingers are as he gropes at your tits with a methodical brutality; squeezing with a full palm before zeroing his attention in on your peaked nipples, a vicious pinch between his thumbs and forefinger making you whimper.

"A very soft little thing." He muses in a gravelled voice. "Malleable."

Remaining silent, you take the unexpected examination with shuddering breaths as arousal and shame swirl through your thoughts while he takes the shirt from your upper body and dumps it unceremoniously on the floor.

"Turn around."

"Yes, Dr Crane."

Turning, you face the opposite way and jump in place as his cold hands grab at your wrists to move them against the wall you were now facing.

"If these hands move from this position, then I'll double your punishment for disobedience." He warns, rolling the hem of your skirt between his fingers before tucking it in to the waistband – fully exposing your ass as much as your back.

"Yes, Sir."

"Ten was the agreement set out by your master so let's not disappoint him. Count them out."

CRACK

The first blow catches you across the upper back in such a way that the sting of it makes your upper half curl in place. It's like a flick of lightning, carving its way across your exposed skin for a moment of sharp pain followed by an unpleasant throb as you couldn’t rub at the affected area.

"One." You answer steadily.

He's cruel in his delivery of the next two strikes, swishing the switch with a surprising level of force and ensuring that he hits fresh skin across the middle and lower parts of your back. The second hit you took with a grunted count of two, but the third drew a soft yelp of discomfort as your face screwed up in pain.

"We're only on three, little rabbit. Surely Nygma wouldn't play with a toy this easily broken?"

CRACK

“Four!” You cry out, flinching hard as this blow land across the back of your upper thighs, the sting there even worse than your back. He follows up with another two, quick blows and they both lash across your exposed thighs as a high-pitched cracking noise rings out across the quiet workspace.

There’s very little pleasure to this pain and the sudden intensity of it brings tears to your eyes as your palms tremble against the wall. Your thighs feel like they’re on fire and you wouldn’t be surprised if the welts were already visible from the sheer force which Crane seemed to be putting into the hits.

“Six.” A stuttered whimper.

Ready for a new target, you feel the tip of the switch tracing across your ass, and you tense in preparation of the hits to come. Again, he’s sadistic in his delivery of the next three blows. The first cracks across your ass with a sharp pain that draws a yowl of distress from your lips, one made worse by the continuing throb of your back and thighs. Crane then waits, long enough to ensure that the pain of the hit was beginning to ebb before delivering the next.

Knowing that Edward was watching, you call out the numbers of each strike of the switch – the ninth call coming out as more of a cry than an easy distinguished number and your knees shake with the effort of keeping your body absolutely still, knowing that Crane will add another ten if he sensed any hint of disobedience.

“Only one left, little rabbit.” Crane calls out, his voice laboured with the effort of his hits. “Where should I put this one, I wonder? Edward?”

“Dealers choice. She hates corporal punishment, so I trust your judgment.” Edward’s unseen voice responds, and you can hear the amusement in his tone.

Standing with your hands and legs spread, the silence which falls fills you with an anxiety made even worse by the fact that you know Crane is seriously considering how best to use his final hit.

CRACK

A searing heat sparks up across your cunt as the switch collides with the sensitive, stinging flesh there which such a shocking intensity that your heels rock off the floor and an open sob of distress flees your lips as your teeth bite at your lower lip. Truly suffering, a fat tear rolls free of your right eye and trails down your cheek, tickling the skin there as your hands remain pinned against the wall and unable to wipe it away.

A looming presence behind you makes you tense as Crane drapes his taller frame across your own, the tent of his slacks pressing against your upper hip as his hand drops to run across the various heated welts which decorate your ass and thighs.

“You took that surprisingly well, whore.” He growls into your ear, pressing his fingers roughly into one of the raised welts as you whimper in kind. “I’m slightly disappointed that you held out so well. I was looking forward to painting that skin more thoroughly.”

He pulls away and you drop your hands from the wall, knowing that your punishment is filled, and your fingers shake terribly as they dip the floor to pick up your shirt. Pulling it on, you pause to fix your skirt but don’t bother to try and do the remaining buttons on the shirt as your hands are trembling too much to make such a thing possible.

With blurry eyes, the sharpness taken by the tears which remain, you watch as Crane walks to one of the nearby couches and deposits himself on it roughly. It’s an old-looking couch, worn and frayed around the edges where the fabric has been overused, and the tacky brown shade of it feels very old-fashioned.

“I am tired of helping you, little rabbit, and your discipline has stripped me of some of my energy. Come here.”

As obedient as ever, you walk over to him with soft footsteps, the heat of your abused skin flaring against your shirt with every step. Your eyes glance over to Edward only to see him bent over the work desk, his back fully to you as he tinkered with something mechanical.

“I will not waste more of my effort on you.” Crane announced, pinning you in place with his milky gaze. “You will come and fuck yourself on my cock until I am satisfied.” His hands were quick to release his cock as he spoke, his rock-hard length – the result of his enjoyment of your punishment – standing to immediate attention as he wrapped his fist around the base of it.

Despite your pains, your neglected cunt is wet as hell and you hike your skirt over your hip as you crawl onto his lap, carefully avoiding the metal leg brace as you try to find a position which won’t cause him any discomfort. His body feels very thin beneath your own but he manhandles you well enough as he adjusts his cock against your wettened slit.

He’s in no mood for foreplay and, knowing that your cunt was already stretched out from his earlier fuck, he pulls you down harshly to sink his cock fully between your folds. The sudden fullness draws a moan from your lips as he stretches you out in fell swoop and your cunt clenches around his length. After the pain of your punishment, a little pleasure wasn’t going amiss and you roll your hips across his lap, taking him as deeply as you could as your hands grip to the fraying fabric of the couch in a desperate attempt to chase some pleasure.

His costume is scratchy and uncomfortable against your welted skin, and you focus on the sensation of his cock as you bounce on his lap with a steady rhythm, fucking yourself as instructed.

Closing your eyes for only a moment, a savage pinch of your nipples forces them open as a yelp escapes your lips. His fingers are as rough as ever as he plays with your bouncing tits, pinching and groping at the skin until it’s reddened and extra-sensitive beneath his hands. The fascination he holds with your chest is unabashed and his slender fingers, scarred and hosting jagged nails, torment your skin with a sadistic precision.

“Enjoying yourself, whore?”

Startling at the suddenness of Edward’s voice in your ear, you unleash a short cry and your head tilts back to meet him as he continues.

“Don’t stop on my account. In fact, let me join you.”

His cock brushes along the cleft of your ass and you shiver in anticipation. As part of your preparations, he had insisted on a thorough cleaning but in the heat of the evenings events you had forgotten his earlier insistence.

A crack of a bottle rings out behind you and Crane seems content to remain buried within your cunt as he watches you interact with Edward with a subtle interest, gleaning what little aspects of your dynamic that he can.

Edward’s fingers press against the rim of your ass, and you can feel the coolness of the lube which coats them. He makes quick work of covering your hole before slipping in two fingers for a sudden stretch which takes your breath away. Anal was no stranger between the two of you but it was something which usually was graced with a little more prep and stretch time.

His fingers scissor within you and you tighten your hole around him, a move which draws a growl of pleasure from Crane as you milk his cock with every clench.

You relax as Edward’s fingers pull free and are quickly replaced with the blunted head of his cock pressing against your hole. In one quick thrust, he buries the first few inches within you and your body pushes forward, pressing against Crane as you’re forced to accept him.

It’s pain and pleasure in one; an intense fullness which makes your skin feel as though it’s going to combust as your holes stretch to accept and accommodate both cocks. Prepared enough to ensure no real damage, you were not prepped enough to avoid the hollowing throb of having your ass reamed out and the burning discomfort of your hole draws several small whimpers from your swallowing throat.

Your clit remained woefully neglected, the small sensitive button feeling as though it were aching with its utter lack of attention.

“My work is finished.” Edward grunted, maintaining a rhythmic pace with Crane as their cocks moved in tandem. “Your new leg brace is fully functional and ready for use.”

“Is it coated as requested?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I will ensure that payment is included in the usual account. As discussed, there is room for a bonus if you would allow me my own session with your little rabbit.”

“Provide me evidence that you won’t break her in the ways I don’t want her broken and then we’ll see about booking an appointment with the good doctor for a private session.”

Both mean speak conversationally, if a little strained, as they continue to fuck and talk about you as if you weren’t there. It’s humiliating and the shame only adds to the hot pleasure which is sweeping across your spine and making your clit throb.

With a vicious growl, Crane indicates for you to move off his cock and you slip him free of your cunt while allowing Edward to continue to thrust against your ass. Fisting himself in hand, Crane’s breathing is erratic as he strokes his cock rapidly, chasing his peak. He hits it after a few moments, his release arcing across your exposed chest as one particularly energetic drop of cum lands as high as your chin, feeling warm against your skin.

He continues to stroke himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, visibly pleased with having painted you with his release, as his gravelled voice makes more demands of you.

“Leave the mess. I want you to wear the rewards of your services until you’re out of my sight.”

“Yes, Sir.” You stutter out, cunt feeling empty and suddenly neglected by the loss of his cock.

With a careless grunt, Crane pushes you off him to the side as he slinks out from his position beneath your sweat-slicked and cum-stained frame. Luckily, Edward’s grip of your hips was so intense that it didn’t matter much to him as he bent you further over the couch and only fucked you harder as Crane slipped off to inspect his new leg brace.

“Have you come yet, pet?” Edward grunts, the fingers of the hand which isn’t currently pressing into your hip trailing across the welts which decorate your ass.

“No, Sir. Of course not.” You pant out, arching you back to give him easier access to your ass as you carefully bend in such a way to not disturbed the mess of cum which is splattered across your chest.

He hums at your answer and a low scream slips free of your lips as his fingers stroke along your cunt, brushing against your swollen clit like a bolt of pleasurable lightning. His touch is soft and teasing, perfectly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he coats his fingers in your juices before returning to your clit.

Demented with the sudden onslaught of pleasure, your orgasm approaches like a freight train and your limbs tremble against the effort of keeping yourself bent over as he expertly pulls you to your peak. Incoherent pleas spill from your lips and your ass clenches around his cock with every thrust.

With a muted cry, your release hits as the tight band of arousal which has been tightening across your groin snaps into a glorious bliss of intense pleasure – the culmination of your various uses and abuses comes to fruition as Edward presses his thumb roughly against your clit to quickly force you into overstimulation. Your vision blurs dangerously for a moment and you feel his body shudder against your own as your desperate clenching pushes Edward over the edge, his release hitting just a few moments after your own.

Overstimulated as he takes out his orgasm on your clit, your scream is low and guttural as every nerve seems to alight across your body. Edward cares little for your plight and you feel the heat of his release painting the inside of your ass with a scorching heat as he rides out his own pleasure.

“Good girl.” Edward pants out and you smile despite everything. He very rarely spoke while fucking, often reserving his long speeches and humiliating praises for the before and after, so you drink in this little change like a woman starved.

Edward pulls free of your ass with an obscene noise that makes fresh heat flare in your cheeks. His hands are quick to wrap around your waist and pull you to your feet, a movement which makes some of his release leak free of your ass and down your thighs as you lean back into his familiar and comforting frame.

“Remember,” he mutters into your ear as his face nuzzles against your sweat-slicked neck, “don’t touch that mess on your chest or I’ll have to let Crane have his way with you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You look beautiful like this. Fucked out, marked up, and coated – inside and out - with the rewards which you worked so hard for.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You shudder out, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your neck as the adrenaline of your night catches up with you and envelopes you in a fatigue which makes your legs feel like jelly as a slight nausea touches at your throat.

“Let’s go.”

Supporting your body with his own in a possessive way, neither Edward not Crane spare each other another glance as Edward makes to leave. Your skirt is a mess, crumpled and stained by various releases, and your shirt is ruined. However, it’s only a short walk to the car and you know there’s a coat in there which can cover you as you return down to Edward’s own workspace.

As Edward pushes the door open to allow you to pass through, the last thoughts which touch at your mind as you finish up your hard session is to wonder just how much data Edward will need before he lets the Scarecrow play with you once more.

(will upload to AO3 this weekend)

#riddler #scarecrow #jonathan crane #edward nygma #edward nashton #riddler x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #riddler x you #riddler x reader x scarecrow #gotham rogues #dc comics #jonathan crane x reader #edward nygma x reader #dr jonathan crane #scarecrow smut #riddler smut

[neurotonic]

random sketch dump from various dates! not much of a theme here lmao

citing my sources: [shameless fruit stealer] [littleguysdaily template] [cuntress]

bonus (suggestive???) fabbylaris under the cut. Crude joke and nothing more really

Solaris ... call me crazy but i think fabby's trying to tell you something

#i expect you to die #ieytd #is this anything ... #agent phoenix #reginald crane #roxana prism #the fabricator #commander solaris #john juniper #dr. zor #gene art #sorry. NOT SORRY. sorry again #umm third pic was a scrapped concept for my fic. i like how it looks #but i felt it was too intimate for them ? in that stage of their situationship. should i call it that. anyway #fabbylaris #commander solaris x fabricator #fabricator x roxana prism #roxafabby

[pixie-ass]

Don't Say You Need Me - Jonathan Crane Drabble

Warnings - none except refrenced non consented ghost hands

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

It'd been almost 2 weeks since she'd last heard from the man she loved. Last time she'd seen him he'd been the one to reach out, look for her until he found her, to tell her he missed her and needed her back. Like always she believed him, blurred by the rose lens of love. He'd been there for a while, not long but a little longer than usual until one morning he'd left, with nothing but a few words of how he needed to leave and couldn't explain it to her. 

Here she was now, laying in her bed, a comforter covering her from head to toe as she stared out her apartment window into the gloomy streets of Gotham. The tv was playing in the background, the news reporter buzzing about more criminal attacks of people dying from a gas poison. She could care less, a villain could come into her apartment now and strip her of everything but she wouldn't care, her heart had been ripped out again. 

The moon was bright in the sky, but clouds would come and cover it again, leaving her in darkness again. 

It was late into the night, but she couldn't sleep.

Flipping over, she looked at her small clock, 2:37, it read. It's been days since she'd gotten good rest even if all she did was rot in bed. 

She hasn't always been this way, she'd been with many men before, but none of them had made her so sad to lose like Jonathan had. She'd been strong, never shedding a tear for any of them, telling herself they weren't worth it. But then came the doctor, with his charming good looks and stoic personality. 

Lost in thought she once again stared into nothing in particular, lost in thoughts that kept coming. Her phone lit up, she zoned into it. She was getting a phone call. Sitting up, she picked it up, the caller ID was unknown. 

Furrowing her brows she answered, "Hello?"

"Y/n, hello. It's Jonathan."

Silence filled the room, her heart leaped in her chest, from happiness, excitement, pure bliss. It was like the color had returned into her life once again. She was happy to hear his voice again, like a drug it lured her in and had her addicted everytime.

"My love, where have you been? I've been worried sick." She inhaled shakily, the news of his voice making her happiness overpowering, "Oh, i've missed you so much, Jonathan.." she whispered. She was now sitting up completely, the first movements she'd done in a while.

"I've been busy here at Arkham, you know how my job is. Lunatic after lunatic. You wouldn't believe how many crazies are in this city." His voice sounded the same, yet she could suspect a different hint of tone from his usual annoyed one, it sounded darker, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She decided she was imagining it, from her lack of sleep and time since she last heard him.

She let out a giggle, "Yeah, I'm sure, I've seen the news. There's a new criminal they call the Scarecrow, spraying victims with a fear gas. Another crazy you'll be seeing soon, huh?" There was a noise in the call as if a shift in fabric, "Perhaps if he's caught. I've seen him around the media, his techniques are quite intelligent though, the police haven't caught him, not even the infamous Batman." There was a snarkiness in his voice, his annoyed tone had returned, his tone almost sounded insulted at her comment.

She wondered why, then another question popped up, "Why did you call me until now, Jon?" She was now frowning, looking down at her knees, her heart aching in fear of what he would say. 

"Ah yes, I called you because I wanted to see you, my darling." Her frown lifted, a smile replacing it as she bit her lip happily. 

"I've been wanting to see you more than anything. When did you want to meet up?"

"I'm outside your apartment complex, if now is fine." Jolting up she looked outside her window, seeing him walk into the doors of the complex, her heart raced as she looked at herself.

She looked a bit messy from laying in bed, "Oh, um, yes now is fine. Let me just clean up a bit. Just knock when you're here please." He gave a quick response, as she hung up. She wasn't sure what he needed but now her nerves were getting to her as she replaced the lounge clothes she wore with actual clothes. Slipping on a small black skirt and sweater, she tidied up her hair as she heard a knock. 

Opening the door, she smiled widely, there stood the man she'd yearned for, dressed in his usual suit. "Jonathan…" She embraced him in a tight hug around the neck, holding onto him like he'd disappear into thin air again, "I've missed you so so much." She exhaled into his neck. He placed a hand on her waist, he'd never been much of a physical person. Stepping back, she stared into his face, smile never leaving as she motioned him to come in. He did so, she noticed he was carrying a suitcase with him, she assumed he'd just got out from Arkham. 

"Good to see you too, darling. I needed to see you again." He spoke, setting down his suitcase on the kitchen table. Her heart fluttered at his words, he did seem a bit different. 

He sat down at one of the tables and she accompanied him in doing so. Staring at him, she noticed he carried himself with a new demeanor, she didn't speak until he spoke up first, "I'm sorry I left so abruptly. I had an emergency to see to. You know I love and need you, my darling." 

She nodded, smiling as she grabbed his hand in hers. "I know, my love. Don't worry. I'll always be here for you, I love you more than anything."

Jonathan was pleased to hear this, he gave a smile in return. He knew when he picked her long ago she'd be perfect. No matter how many times he'd left, for months or longer, she accepted him with open arms. He wasn't interested in love or such things but that didn't mean he wasn't good at faking it, he was a master at manipulation and psychological abuse, he was only using what he knew. 

"My darling, since you love me so much, would you do anything I told you?" He leaned over, running a hand through her hair lovingly, then moving to her cheek as he caressed it with his thumb. They both equally knew she would, she nodded, placing her hand on top of his as she leaned into his cool touch, bathing in the feel of it. 

"Of course, my love." 

"Good." He responded, leaning into her and placing a slow kiss onto her lips. She melted into it instantly, closing her eyes and taking in the feeling she missed so much. His lips were warm and he was perfect as always. 

A small click was heard, but she ignored it, too infatuated with the man's lips to acknowledge or care. That was until a smell filled her nose, his lips had pulled away by now and she began coughing, opening her eyes she saw smoke and Jonathan had been replaced by a terrifying frowning scarecrow. She let out a scream that was quickly broken by another fit of coughs as she stood up, stepping backwards to get away. 

A gruesome voice now filled her head and the room around her was becoming distorted, the lights flickering and dark voids and bugs crawling everywhere. "Oh my darling, having trouble?" The voices seemed to be mocking, she couldn't see him clearly now, only a terrifying dark shadowy figure slowly making its way towards her. She felt hands touching her all over. Falling backwards her body made harsh contact with the floor, she continued to scream, now crying, "Please… please stop, no no no.." she closed her eyes but that only seemed to make it worse as more terrifying images appeared.

"Your pretty little mind can only take so much. Shhh succumb to the fear! Come on my darling, let it all out. Let me see your biggest fears." The voice was tormenting, filling her whole head as she cried harder, the feeling of hands getting more painful on her body. She tried to rub them off frantically, but the feeling only worsened, she felt like she was suffocating. Opening her eyes the scarecrow was face to face with her, distorting and moving into terrifying faces straight from a nightmare. 

"Make it stop, make it stop please!" Her words were coming out slurred, whines and whimpers being all that Johnathan heard. She was trying to crawl away, but not to much success. Jonathan could see it was affecting her greatly, he was pleased, a sinister smirk on his face as he ripped the mask off. She was showing to be a great sport, her fear was much more extravagant than he had imagined. He had used a lower dose on her to test it out, but she showed great promise in his future experiments. 

Cooing at her, he caressed her face again, her eyes widened in fear as she was paralyzed in place unable to writhe away. Her eyes then closed suddenly as her body went limp, her brain must have exhausted from the high levels of fear.  "You're okay now, Dr. Crane will take care of you for being such a good girl." 

#cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy #cillian fic #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #batman #scarecrow #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #fem reader #lana del rey #inspired vy pretty when you cry by lana bc cillian and his characters are so lana coded #coquette #girlblogging #lizzy grant #dr crane #batman begins #ldr #drabble #pretty when you cry

[look-at-the-soul]

The man behind the mask

Jonathan Crane x reader (Cillian Murphy as Scarecrow)

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt Thank you so so much for sending this idea! I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but I wanted it to be perfect… I hope you like this 🥰

A/N: I’m finally going through some requests I had saved in my drafts. And I knew the only way to get through this story was sharing something a little bit personal…

❗️When you go out (club, restaurant, pub, whatever) don’t leave your drink unattended, not for a single minute, I mean it, the only time I agree to go a club - I was never the big party girl- there was a group of 8-10 big men in red t-shirts, they stood out because they weren’t locals. One of them spiked my drink, I saw the bubbles like those alka-seltzer things, (I didn’t drink it), but then I made the mistake of going to the bathroom with my friend and when we came out, a group of four of them were walking towards us. Luckily our other friends intercepted us midway out of nowhere and we got out of the club through the emergency door, it was a miracle it was open, and I know for local news that’s a group that uses woman as human/organ trafficking, again, be careful when you go out 🙏🏻

Jonathan raised his eyebrows at the stupidity in legs sitting in front of him at the bar.

Four men rushed past them, talking in English with a foreign accent about a girl who was drinking the special cocktail.

“You know the consequences if you don’t get him first.” He warned standing up. “I don’t think you want to see my mask, again.”

He came all this way for nothing, that useless man only had excuse after excuse for not making a simple job.

When it came to his time, he was really jealous of it, he wanted things done efficiently. That’s why he decided to leave before he lost the little patience he was given. Taking the stairs to the first floor, he made a face when he found the place crowded, but the frown increased when someone accidentally bumped into him.

“‘m sorry, I don’t feel really well.” The girl apologized before passing out right in front of him, he barely had time enough to catch her in his arms.

“No, no, no. Ughhh.” He groaned.

The group of foreigners started walking towards him.

“Move over scrawny.” Said one of them.

The rest of them laughed, bringing back all the horrible memories of his childhood when his classmates bullied him for being short and skinny.

Closing his eyes, Jonathan swallowed hard, placing the girl carefully on the floor. “Take that back.” He warned.

They all looked like gigantic monsters with big and strong bodies.

The group erupted in laughter.

It was a natural thing to take the scarecrow mask from the inside pocket of his suit and putting on while taking the small gas device in his hand.

Pressing the button, the gas came out of the mask without a warning and they started screaming uncontrollably, as they watched their worsts nightmares come to life.

Still wearing the mask but not using the gas, Jonathan looked at the girl, who briefly opened her eyes. “Help m-”

Was all she could mumble before passing out again.

Shit. Jonathan thought, he wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t a savior, but he couldn’t leave this girl just like that.

So against his will, he took her in his arms.

***

Lighting the fireplace he cursed himself for giving in and bringing her to his house, but as he saw her features he confirmed he couldn’t leave her at the club.

He knew she had been drugged, Jonathan knew the modus operandi of the club; every night they picked a couple of girls, spike their drinks and take them for human or organs trafficking.

It was a terrible escenario, yes, but it was a reality. Something he didn’t have any business in.

Although he was involved now, because of the girl sleeping in his couch. Walking around, he grabbed a needle, electrolytes, and some vitamins, to try to contrarrest the effects of the drugs.

He was surprised by his own kindness towards this stranger, but as he watched her frown soften, he wondered if he wasn’t as terrible as he thought of himself.

Your head felt as if it was smashed against a wall several times, you felt dizzy, the whole room spinning around, your entire body hurt making you wonder if a train hit you and you didn’t know.

Then you saw it, something connected to the inside of your arm.

As you tried to take the tape off, a soft hand came to stop your movement.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.”

The sharp move made your whole body ache, as you tried to move away.

“Where’s the man with the mask?” You asked feeling groggy.

“Everything is fine. Drink this.” Taking the tablets and water, you thanked him in a whisper.

Your eyes dancing across the room, you could see it was still dark outside. And with that you drifted back to sleep again.

Not noticing when Jonathan checked your vitals three times during your sleep.

When you finally woke up, it was a whole new day, the day was sunny and a soft melody could be heard in the background.

Your mouth felt dry, and your vision was a bit blurry.

“You will feel better tomorrow, just need to have some rest.” The deep voice startled you from behind.

Looking down your body, you were covered by a light blanket from your waist down, the upper part of your body had a hoodie on, you felt your strapless dress disheveled, thankfully it was covered.

“W-who are you?” What the hell happened last night?

“Dr. Crane.” He answered looking at her through his glasses.

But by the scared look that crossed your features, he sighed annoyed by this soft side of him.

“Jonathan.”

He was always Dr. Crane, or the Scarecrow, he was never Jonathan. Not in public at least.

And he felt awfully naked showing someone that part of him.

“Y/N Y/LN.” You stated still unsure. “I-I need to use the bathroom.”

He was still a stranger but he seemed like a good person too.

“Take the hall, to your right.”

With a small nod, you followed his instructions, but before disappearing in the hall, you turned to face him.

“You were the man wearing the mask, weren’t you?” You remembered it too vividly; his voice, his eyes, the way he protected you.

Surprised by your words and your memories, he nodded.

But he was even more surprised when you rushed towards him to give him an unexpected hug.

“Thank you… for saving me.”

He couldn’t remember the last time someone thanked him for something, or the last time he got a hug like that.

But it definitely meant more than he could explain.

As you were in the bathroom, Jonathan kept his eyes closed, still too engrossed in your perfume and the way your arms wrapped around him.

Why did it burn? And why did he wanted more?

Those were questions he didn’t have answers to, but he was soon pulled out from his thoughts as he heard a loud noise in the bathroom.

Opening the door, Jonathan found you unconscious on the floor.

“Y/N!” Jonathan tried shaking your arms slightly. But there was no response, the drugs you consumed at the club affected your system, even though he knew the possible side effects, he got scared. He couldn’t take you to a hospital, he couldn’t explain someone had spiked your drink and he tried to help you.

With a groan he lifted your motionless body from the floor, walking back to the big couch and one more time, providing you with another dose of the cocktail he used earlier. Thankfully he had everything you needed right there at home, he had a couple of medicines he considered to be necessary in his emergency kit.

Moving away the hair from your face, he found himself smiling for no reason, or at least he wasn’t capable of finding the right words.

Checking your pulse, he finally took a deep breath as he saw the numbers coming down to a normal rate. Unsure if you were allergic to anything, he kept the doses to the minimum, and added something else to help you get rid of the drugs in your system faster.

Emptying the contents of your stomach wasn’t something nice, you felt more embarrassed than ever, but after you regained consciousness, Jonathan assured you it was the only way.

You didn’t know this man, but he saved your life, not only at the club, but by taking care of you the way he was doing it. He gently explained you the side effects these drugs could do, he made sure you stayed hydrated and was constantly checking if you needed anything.

“I’m sorry your free night from the hospital shift ended up like this, taking care of a groggy.” You admitted embarrassed, hiding your blush in the glass of water he offered you. “First time I go to a club for a birthday, I was never the big party girl-type and I pass out… how did I end up here?” You asked embarrassed.

Jonathan’s features changed, he looked serious and concerned. “They drugged you, Y/N.”

It took you several minutes to process his statement, your hands started shaking as Jonathan adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“Shouldn’t have say that, sorry.” He offered you a half smile, he was nervous.

“How do you know that?”

“There’s a lot of people behind them, you were lucky they couldn’t take you.”

“I was lucky because you saved me.” But as you saw him shaking his head, you repeated it. “You did.”

“No, it was Scarecrow.” He mumbled.

Frowning you asked him what he meant, but he shook his head again and stood up.

“You need some food.” You saw him shifting his weight from one foot to another. “What would you like?”

“Indian?” You asked with a smile and he knew he was in trouble.

Big troubles.

Some time later, you were sitting with him in his immaculate kitchen telling him that you were a teacher of seventh graders, but at the moment you were enjoying the school break. Without really noticing, you shared a big part of your personal dreams with him, for some reason he had this mysterious energy around him, but you could also see he was humble.

But also extremely shy and quiet.

Leaning back in your chair, you asked: “What’s your specialization?”

Jonathan was about to take a sip of his drink, when your question took him by surprise.

“Let me guess.” You wondered. “Pediatrician?”

What was he supposed to say? Oh, and by the way… I make sane people go crazy and then keep them locked in an asylum?

“Cardiologist?” But as you saw the doubts in his eyes, you pursed your lips in a tight line. “Sorry, don’t want to bother you, I can get all detective sometimes.”

“No, is it that… I’ve a place for people who can’t be on their own,” he took a deep breath and looked down at his plate.

“See?! I knew you have a big heart.” You stated in a cheerful mode, feeling better.

He felt terrible for lying, but he didn’t have another choice.

“Listen…” He tried to explain but you cut him off.

“Don’t be so modest Doctor… sometimes you have to admit you’re a hero and you also need to learn to take compliments.” Picking up the things you used, you turned around to throw it in the trash. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you did, I feel much better now.”

Against his will, you called a taxi to go back home, not without thanking him once more for what he did.

But your gratitude wasn’t enough for him.

There was something else growing in him, something stronger, something he wasn’t capable of naming yet. Something he had never felt before.Jonathan felt an uncontrollable need to be around you.

He had never cared about anyone else apart of himself. But after taking care of you, he genuinely felt like he could be a better person, after getting to know you a little he knew he needed your cheerful personality around.

And as the days passed by, he wasn’t able to let go of your memory.

But little did he knew that every night after he saved you, you would dream of that night at the club, the way his blue eyes stared at you as he carried you in his arms.

You were only able to remember small glimpses of him, everything was so blurry unfortunately, but deep down in your memory, images of him looking down at you through that mask showed up constantly in your dreams.

It wasn’t the fascinating color of his eyes, no, it was something else. You were grateful that he saved you, yes, but it was more than that.

Realizing that he was afraid to give the first step, you decided to show up in his front door the next Thursday at midday.

A maid welcomed you and asked you to wait for Dr. Crane inside, she would announce you shortly.

“This better be important Dolores, I don’t like to be interrupted when I’m doing my experiments.” You heard him say as he took the stairs from the basement.

You saw the shocked expression in his face as he found you in front of him. Maybe it was absurd to think that he would welcome you with open arms, he was probably busy.

“Sorry if I interrupted you, Jonathan… I just wanted to give you this back.” You showed him the hoodie he used to cover you.

When he looked down, your nerves increased. Did you made a mistake thinking you could take the initiative?

Embarrassed for your actions, you left the bag of food you also brought. Turning around, you wished the taxi was still outside.

“You have no idea how many times I wished I could see you again.” He finally stated as you reached the front door.

“What did you say?” Your heart started beating at a crazy speed.

“Sorry if I was rude, I wasn’t expecting to actually see you again.”

You smiled and relaxed a little. “Well you didn’t ask me for my phone last week.”

Frowning, he answered: “big mistake.”

A nervous chuckle left your mouth.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you would like to see me again.”

Now it was your turn to frown. “What makes you say that? You’re a good man, I will be forever grateful with you.”

There were things that would probably make you think he was a monster.

Jonathan walked away from you, turning his back at you, hands in his pockets.

“The mask is supposed to have the opposite effect, Y/N.”

Taking in his words, you could see the battle he was fighting inside.

“Show me… Show me the mask.” You pleaded.

“No.” He immediately interjected.

“I already saw the mask, Jonathan and what I saw is that the man wearing it, saved my life.”

Seeing your smile made him forget about everything. He was convinced he would only see you in his dreams, but you made him question himself so many things he thought were figured out by now.

Staring at the mask in his eyes images of all the people he had tortured flashed before him, and the last thing he wanted to cause you was that, he was terrified to show you who he really was. The more he thought about it, the more he confirmed he shouldn’t really be walking back from the basement with the mask on.

You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you were close enough to see his blue eyes through the mask. The memories of that night playing in the back of your mind, you suddenly remembered listening someone screaming, you could only see Jonathan’s back, everything around you was moving, blurry, as if you were underwater.

Your hand moved up to touch gently the seams over the closed mouth. Had he been silenced in the past? Had someone forced him to see the world from behind the mask? Was he trying to protect himself from someone?

“There was something else…” You could see through the holes that his eyes were closed. “A gas.” You remembered.

“Y/N…”

He didn’t want you to see that side of him, he didn’t want you to see Scarecrow.

“What are you afraid of?”

“That it will push you away.” He whispered.

But you encouraged him to show you the gas as well.

Jonathan swallowed hard, afraid to scare you, he was ready to see the horror in your face. But his breath got stuck in his throat as you didn’t even flinch, when the gas dissipated and you were still there, he couldn’t believe it.

Confused, he blinked. “Y-You didn’t see it?”

“See what?” You frowned. “I only see your mask.”

There wasn’t something that scared you?

Hesitating, you bit you lower lip a little while your hands touched the hem of the mask covering his face.

Maybe you had to be drugged in order to meet him.

In a very intimate and delicate motion, you pulled it from his head. Holding the mask in one hand, you ran your free hand through his disheveled hair to smooth it, loving the way it fell against his forehead.

His fingers felt cold against your cheek, but his lips were the perfect fit for yours when he titled his head to kiss you. Tentative at first, to then move at a slow rhythm.

Accidentally, Jonathan pressed the gas button as his hands circled your waist, taking you both by surprise. Looking into each other’s eyes, you both chuckled at it, only to start kissing again.

And for the first time, he knew that he could show someone the real him, the man behind the mask.

***

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[darkcranefiction]

Injected Nightmares

PART: THREE

FOR: JONATHAN CRANE X RAEDER INSERT

WARNING: MENTAL DISORDERS, NON-CONSENTIAL SMUT, TWISTED STUFF, MEDICAL PLAY, REALLY DARK SMUT, CRANE BEING A PREDITOR

NOTE: DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

You awoke with a start, your surroundings swimming back into focus. Your room in Akram Asylum appeared unchanged - a small, drab space with stark walls and a thin mattress on an iron bedframe. The lingering scent of fear which permeated every surface assaulted your senses once more, making you feel as if you were suffocating. You shifted uneasily on the thin mattress, trying to get comfortable despite the aches and bruises covering your body.

You felt a stinging sensation radiating from your core but you did not know why the pain was there. All you remembered from last night was that you went to sleep without pain and woke up today with agonizing pain between your legs. The bed sheets were bloody and stained.

You tried to cover yourself, but the pain only intensified when you moved. As you looked down at your hands, you noticed they were trembling uncontrollably, not knowing what had happened to you.

The pain you felt deep within your body made it impossible to focus on anything else. You didn't understand how this could have happened, or why it had happened to you. But one thing was clear: you were no longer the same person you had been before.

After a minute or two of composing yourself, you decided to investigate your discomfort and stood up in order to visit the bathroom.

You limped towards the bathroom door, wincing at the pain in your lower abdomen. With trembling fingers, you managed to open the door and stepped inside. The bright lights in the bathroom made you squint, accustomed as you were to the dimness of your room. Looking down at the toilet seat, you hesitated briefly before sitting down. You instinctively grasped at your abdomen, trying to comprehend the cause of such excruciating pain.

As you sat there, the pain seemed to intensify with each passing moment and, when eventually, you looked in between your legs, you were shocked by what you saw. There was some blood, not just on your sheet but also on your thighs and even around your vagina. It was like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from.

With a shaky hand, you reached down to touch your tender skin, expecting to find swelling or soreness, but instead, you discovered something much worse. 

You noticed a white crusty substance on your labia, similar to the texture of a thick layer of dried glue. You touched it gingerly, your heart racing, unsure of what this strange substance meant.

You tried to open yourself up and, much to your surprise, you noticed some more of it inside you. It was thick and liquidly white in color, appearing to have an unusual consistency. You could see tiny bits of blood mixed in with it, making your stomach turn. As you took a closer look, you realized that these fragments of blood must have come from somewhere deep within you.

This realization sent a wave of terror through your body, causing your knees to buckle. It dawned on you that something had been forced inside you, possibly causing the bleeding and the pain. You didn't want to think about what exactly had been inserted into your body, but the evidence left behind spoke volumes.

As your vision began to blur with tears, you suddenly heard footsteps approaching your room.

You steeled yourself, trying to maintain your composure.

Dr. Crane entered the room, followed closely by Nurse Smith. They both regarded you silently, their expressions conveying a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Without a word, Dr. Crane gestured for Nurse Smith to take over.

Nurse Smith walked towards you with a calm demeanor, her steps measured and confident.

"It is time for your next examination. Please put on a gown and follow us," Nurse Smith instructed, her tone professional yet oddly detached.

You obeyed, your movements mechanical, the pain coursing through your body like a living thing. You donned the gown, feeling as though you were walking to your execution. As you followed them down the corridors, the cool, sterile environment heightened your sense of vulnerability.

Upon reaching the examination room, you hesitantly entered, your eyes skimming the stark landscape, searching for signs of any clues as to what had happened to you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you spotted the stainless steel table, bathed in the harsh fluorescent lighting, its surface marred by what appeared to be bloodstains. A wave of nausea coursed through your body, making your head spin and your legs feel weak.

Nurse Smith directed you to lie down on the table, her hands gentle but firm as she positioned you for the examination. Dr. Crane approached with his customary detachment, his expression revealing nothing about your predicament.

"Please place your feet on to the footrests and allow your legs to fall open," Nurse Smith directed softly, her hands guiding yours with a firm grip.

You complied obediently, feeling a surge of panic as your body revealed itself. The cool air chilled your exposed skin, adding to the vulnerability you already felt.

Dr. Crane and Nurse Smith exchanged silent glances, their eyes gleaming with a hint of curiosity and excitement. Dr. Crane stepped forward and began his examination, his hands probing delicately at first, then with growing intensity.

"Speculum please," he commanded brusquely, his tone betraying none of the empathy or concern one might expect under the circumstances.

Nurse Smith complied quickly, handing Dr Crane the tool.

The speculum was a metal instrument, slightly curved and angled, designed to gently widen the vaginal opening.

The cold metal against your sensitive flesh sent shivers down your spine. This object symbolized not only your vulnerability but also the horrors you had experienced. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold back the sobs.

Dr. Crane carefully inserted the speculum, slowly expanding your inner lips apart. The pressure was immense, the device seemingly tearing your flesh as it opened wider and wider.

"Just relax," Dr. Crane advised casually, his eyes fixed intently on the inside of your body. "Try to keep still, I need to examine you thoroughly."

Nurse Smith held your hand tightly, her palm cold and clammy, providing little comfort. You fought to stay composed, but your body continued to shake uncontrollably.

The cold metal instrument pressed deeper into your body, forcing your muscles to contract involuntarily.

"I see... quite interesting," Dr. Crane murmured, a grim smile playing upon his lips.

His gaze lingered on the telltale signs of penetration and force. Despite your efforts to remain composed, your heart raced, and a whimper escaped your lips.

Dr. Crane's eyes flickered with excitement, his breathing shallow. He knew he had pushed you to the edge, relishing in your vulnerability.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the cries threatening to break free. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your composure.

"Doctor?" you eventually asked as he examined you, your voice wavering with uncertainty. "What happened to me?" Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and desperation fueling your words.

Dr. Crane remained unfazed, his eyes roving over your body as he contemplated his response. "There seems to be some tearing," he finally said, his voice devoid of emotion. 

His eyes lingered on the damage done to your body, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

"Tearing from what?" you asked. Your confusion was evident, and your fear was palpable.

"Tearing from our experiment last night, for which we had to sedate you. Do you not remember?"

Dr. Crane queried with disbelief, his eyes narrowing. "It was necessary for your treatment my dear," he explained calmly, his demeanor unchanged. "Our methods require complete submission and trust. We had to ensure you would cooperate fully."

"And what about the white stuff inside me?" you asked, your voice quavering with fear. "Why is it there?"

"It's a byproduct of the experiment, nothing more. It will vanish in no time,"

Dr. Crane replied dismissively, his tone conveying an indifference to your well-being. "Your body is adapting to the new procedures, but it may take some getting used to."

"Now, Nurse Smith, please hand me the device," Dr. Crane requested, his tone commanding.

Nurse Smith swiftly retrieved the requested item from a nearby cabinet, presenting it to Dr. Crane with precise movements.

Dr. Crane inspected the instrument, nodding in approval. His fingers danced expertly over its contours, adjusting the settings accordingly.

He turned his attention back to you, his eyes alight with a calculating intensity. "Are you ready to continue?"

You hesitated, your eyes darting between him and the device.

Your heart raced in your chest, your palms sweaty with fear. Was he truly asking if you were ready to submit again?

"Yes," you managed to say, trying to summon courage from somewhere deep within you. "I understand that this treatment is important, and I am willing to cooperate."

Dr. Crane nodded, his eyes darkening with excitement. "Excellent. Let's begin."

"I will be inserting this device into your uterus, thereby avoiding unwanted consequences when it comes to future experiments," Dr. Crane explained, his tone unconcerned. "We want to make sure you can handle the intensity of our treatments without issue. It's crucial for your rehabilitation."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath coming out in rapid gasps. This man had subjected you to such a terrifying experience, and now he expected you to willingly let him do it again? Your mind screamed, but your body refused to defy his authority.

With trembling hands, you consented to the procedure, submitting to his merciless will.

"This might hurt, but fear not, it will not take long," Dr. Crane reassured you with a predatory smile. His eyes seemed to promise a world of pain and pleasure beyond your comprehension.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the inevitable agony.

Nurse Smith expertly lubricated the device, ensuring smooth insertion. Her touch was cold and efficient, yet it held an undertone of sadism.

Dr. Crane gripped the instrument with expert precision, his eyes trained on you with unwavering intensity.

Slowly, steadily, he began the insertion process.

The cold metal slid into your warmth, causing you to wince in pain. Your body tensed as the foreign object invaded your most intimate space.

"Relax," Dr. Crane urged gently, his voice soothing despite the callousness of his actions. "It will be over soon."

Nurse Smith stood watchfully by his side, her eyes fixed on the process, her hands folded primly in front of her. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, both physical and psychological.

Your muscles tensed, your body reacting defensively to the intrusion. Each inch of progress brought forth a new wave of pain, the sharp sensation cutting through your defenses like a knife. Yet, you forced yourself to endure, driven by the desire to regain your sense of self and escape this hellish prison.

Dr. Crane's face bore a mask of determination as finally he pushed the small device into your cervix opening and stopping momentarily to check his work. The slight tremble in his hands betrayed his excitement, his breaths short and ragged. His eyes met yours briefly, holding a mix of challenge and dominance, his power over you undeniable.

"You may feel a certain amount of discomfort," he cautioned calmly, his tone belying the cruelty of his intentions. "But just relax, it won't last long."

Your eyes locked onto his, filled with a fierce determination, your breath caught in your throat.

He gave it a final push, securing the device firmly in place. With a click, the mechanism clicked into position.

He stepped back, surveying his handiwork with satisfaction.

"There you have it," he announced proudly, his voice echoing through the sterile room. "A minor procedure, but essential for your continued progress."

Nurse Smith observed the exchange, her expression a mixture of fascination and loyalty. She silently supported Dr. Crane's decisions, regardless of how morally questionable they might be.

"Now, as for this evening's experiment, Nurse Smith will see you in your room and provide you with a mild sedative and suppository," Dr. Crane informed you, his tone businesslike and detached. "Afterward, I will visit you in your room, which is where we will conduct the experiment."

Your heart raced in your chest, panic beginning to set in. What would tonight's experiment entail? Would it be more excruciating than the previous one? Would you be able to withstand it?

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[definitelyunhingedagentphoenix]

*if Phoenix and Juniper had more time to beef with each other at the peace summit*

John Juniper: just die you worthless piece of shit!

Agent Phoenix: at least I'm good at my job, you careless hack!

John Juniper: HOW DARE YOU?! I AM JOHN JUNIPER, THE WORLDS GREATEST ACTOR!

Agent Phoenix: YET YOU FLOPPED AT BEING MY HANDLER! I KNEW IT WASN'T YOU SO FUCKING FAST!

John Juniper: YOU MOTHER-

Zor: OH MY GOD JUST KISS OR KILL EACH OTHER ALREADY! I'M GETTING BORED!

Handler: KISS KISS KISS!

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[queenshelby]

Jonathan Crane’s Heir (One Shot)

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Virgin!Reader

Warning: Loss of Virginity, Medical Experiments, Restraints, Breeding, Smut

Words: 1467

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Jonathan Crane has been single all of his life but, what he wants now is an heir, someone to step into his footsteps and take over Arkham Asylum. You volunteered to give him exactly that…

***

"I am glad you volunteered for this Y/N and I am even more glad about the fact that your purity remains intact and for me to take. Now please, take a seat up here” Dr Crane said, pointing towards the examination chair which looked like the chair you’ve seen at your gynecologist’s office.

“Yes Dr Crane” you said shyly before complying with his request and taking a seat right on the edge of the chair.

“Wonderful. Now, please lay back, put your feet up on the metal bars and make yourself comfortable. I need you accessible Y/N. I am sure you understand” Dr Crane then ordered and, when you placed your feet up on the bars, causing you to be exposed and spread out in front of Dr Crane, he tied your legs to the chair with leather straps.

“Dr Crane? What are you doing?” you asked nervously while he approached you.

“This is for your own protection. I need to ensure that you stay in place for me when I inseminate you” the doctor then said while dragging the fingertips of his right hand down your stomach and thigh. You nodded again with approval and Dr Crane didn't stop there. He slid his hand back up your naked thigh under your skirt until he found your panties, and pressed against them hard enough to make you squeal.

"Let’s see if we need some lubrication, shall we?” he then told you before he pulled your white cotton panties aside and pressed two fingers inside you.

“Oh” you moaned with surprise as a wave of intense pleasure accented with pain swept through your body.

“You see, Y/N, I would really like to avoid the use of anything artificial during this process so, I guess this will do for now. You should just be wet enough to take my cock” Dr Crane observed just before he moved away from you long enough to unzip his fly and pull down his pants and underwear.

“Yes doctor. I understand and I am ready for you to begin the process” you confirmed and Dr Crane reached for a pair of scissors which he used to cut off your panties before positioning himself in between your legs.

"Good. Now let’s see if you can give me an heir, shall we?” Dr Crane then told you and you gasped as you felt the head of his cock pressing against your slick slit.

You didn't answer, but he could see the submission in your eyes when you looked up at him and that was all he needed as he started applying more and more pressure with his cock until the head finally popped inside of you.

It was a jarring, painful sensation, but it was so hard to tell pain and pleasure apart. At least that was true until his cock ran up against your hymen for the first time. That gave you such an electric jolt of agony that he had to cover your mouth when you tried to scream.

"Calm down Y/N! It will feel better soon" Dr Crane reassured you as he tried harder to force himself inside you and it was on his fourth thrust that he tore through your virgin pussy.

After that he kept invading your purity, claiming you an inch at a time until he was finally all the way inside you.

"You are nice and tight still. I should be able to fill you up nicely" Dr Crane then told you as he started to pump in and out of your in earnest without even giving you a chance to adjust to his size.

With heavy thrusts, it was the pain that disappeared first. You might have passed out, you weren’t sure, but the raw gritty pain of Dr Crane’s cock going in and out of you was replaced by the slick warm feeling you supposed you were meant to enjoy.

And it didn't stop there. The longer he fucked you, the more you started enjoying the feelings that he inspired inside with you and, eventually you moaned while blushing hard in shame.

"I told you, you would be enjoying this” Dr Crane growled in your ear as he kept on fucking you, hard and fast and your mind was rapidly becoming a hall of mirrors, and every time Dr Crane gave you a little jolt of pleasure, the maze reoriented. It made it impossible for you to put together any complex thoughts as he kept using your body for his pleasure.

The less well you could think the better being fucked started to feel and soon the pleasure was coming rapidly, and the hall of mirrors was quickly becoming a kaleidoscope of constantly rotating mirrors and shapes. Every thrust became both an instant and an eternity and you were lost in them. The hot slick friction of this man sliding in and out of your body had already been the worst experience of your life, but it was quickly becoming the best. You couldn't help it. You couldn't resist it. You could barely endure it. This was a hell of your own making and you burned with the pleasure that was building up inside you. You had agreed to all of this and now you were enjoying it with all of your might.

"Fuck" you cried out finally as your body was burning but your mind was unravelling, and then finally the fragments of your mind caught fire, and burst into flame. You were annihilated by the sudden burst of pleasure. The hall of mirrors. The kaleidoscope. The ability to think. All of it was gone. It went up in an instant, and like a stray firework it was all so beautiful for a moment, then it was gone forever.

You were eventually brought back to your body only by the steady rhythm of the man thrusting in and out of your battered pussy. The pain had returned, and brought you to life one raw jolt at a time. The pleasure was there too now. You were sore, but you also needed more. The fire he'd lit hadn't gone out entirely and you could tell that the smoldering coals would burst into flames all over again if they were given any fuel at all.

"There you are" Dr Crane gloated. "I thought that I might have killed you. You passed out for more than a minute there” he groaned as he kept on going.

“I am sore doctor. It is starting to hurt again” you pointed out but he simply grinned.

“I am almost done” he groaned. “In less than a minute, I will be filling your womb with my seed and the drugs I’ve given to you yesterday should have opened up your cervix nicely for me” Dr Crane confirmed and you knew that he was already leaking precum inside you while he got closer and closer to blowing his load. Every time his balls slapped against your ass it was another reminder that any second now, he could be filling you up and forcing his baby inside your ripe young body.

And, Dr Crane was true to his word as, within less than a minute he groaned loudly and stalled. That was when he bottomed out inside you and the shaft of his cock started to throb against your open cervix while his balls tightened and contracted.

“Right there, that’s it” he groaned and this was when you felt the warmth spreading deep inside you. He was cumming right into your open womb and you could feel it. It kept going and going. For twenty seconds he shot jet after jet of his seed into you and this was enough to put you into orgasmic bliss again. You thrashed and moaned again, but this time Dr Crane didn't cover your mouth. This time he let you moan so loudly that half the people at the facility must have heard you cum like this. The mortification you felt only made it all that much hotter as you burned beneath him though. You hated that this happened, but you also never wanted it to end.

A minute later he peeled himself away from you and pulled his softening cock out of your painfully battered pussy. A streak of cum and blood came along with it and he gently cleaned you up before covering up your pussy with some sort of seal.

“Rest here for twenty minutes and then you are free to go” he told you before telling you that he will require you again the following two days for a top up.

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espresso - jonathan crane x reader

summary: a meet cute that turns into domestic life with our beloved dr. crane.

warnings: swearing, slight implied age gap (reader is in her early 20's, jonathan is late 20's), fluff <3, ooc whoops dont hate me

a/n: this is like my first fic ever, so please be kind!! sorry for any mistakes about his character or anything like that, i'm a new cillian fan and i've only watched the first batman movie with him in it so again sorry if i made mistakes with his character lol <3 side note; this is heavily inspired by "espresso" by sabrina carpenter because I ADORE HER and im probably going to make more fics inspired by music or songs lol

as the rain continued to pour down from the sky onto the city of gotham, you sat in the bedroom of your apartment in your favourite pyjamas, phone in hand as you gushed to your friend about the encounter you had today.

"i swear, it was some meet cute situation straight out of a romance movie," you say over the phone, giggling, "holy shit, he was so cute though, but yeah - that's how he asked me out."

you were telling your friend about how earlier in the day, you so happened to bump into a very handsome stranger at your favourite coffee shop - well, technically, he bumped into you. as you were turning around to walk out of the coffee shop, iced coffee in hand, you suddenly gasped at the feeling of hot coffee spilling on your sundress.

"jesus, im sorry-" you heard a flustered voice say, and you quickly look up to find a handsome, tall, dark haired stranger, with eyes so blue you could still get lost in them through the glasses he was wearing. he was reaching over to grab napkins off the counter, and awkwardly tried to pat the coffee off your dress.

you laughed softly, and shook your head while taking the napkins from his grasp and tried to get the remnants of coffee off yourself, "mistakes happen," you softly assure the stranger while doing so.

after a few moments of fumbling around with napkins together, you tossed them aside into the trash, and he spoke to you again.

"i apologize, i've had quite the morning, and i was not looking where i was going, are you alright?" he asks, and you lock eyes again. god, he was actually gorgeous.

"i'm alright, it's okay," you assured him once more, "i get it, we all have days like that." you say softly, with a little smile, noticing his suit and tie.

he looks at you quietly for a moment, seemingly taking you in, before gently speaking again, "i'm sorry, i'm not usually this brash or forward by any means, but are you seeing anyone?"

you stare at him with surprise for a moment, before responding to him with a slight blush dusting your cheeks, "...no uh, i'm not, why? tryna ask me out on a date or something?" you quipped, suddenly feeling a little bold.

"i am, yeah. how about you give me your number and i'll take you out to dinner sometime this week?" he casually asks you, and you stared at him surprised again - this handsome stranger (who, by the way, just spilled coffee on you?!), was asking you out on a date...how could you say no?

"oh, um, yes, okay. yeah." you say, slightly flustered, as he pulls his phone out and gives it to you so that you could add in your contact information. after you gave him your number, you smiled softly at him as he spoke to you again.

"i'll text you, sound good?" he asks, casually again, which makes your heart leap for some reason, and all you could do was nod, as you made your way out of the coffee shop with your iced coffee.

and that's how you ended up on the phone with your friend gushing about the event that unfolded earlier on in your day.

"maybe he's the one." your friend teased, with a giggle.

"could you imagine?" you say back, laughing.

"and it was the worst hangover of my life." you joked, a glass of your favourite wine in hand as you looked at the man across the fancy restaurant table from you.

"i haven't been hungover since college." he laughed along with you, looking at you with a smile.

you we're on a date with the man who had spilled his coffee onto you, who you learned was jonathan crane; the chief psychiatrist at arkham asylum. you told him your name, and what you were currently majoring in. with the car he picked you up in and with the restaurant he took you to for the first date, you were already falling, quickly too. clearly, he had a taste for the finer things in life.

after a few more drinks, and good food, the two of you continued on talking as if you had known each other forever. then, the two of you headed out, and he drove you back home to your apartment. as he pulled up to your apartment complex, he parked his car and insisted that he walk you up to the front doors of the building. what a gentleman, you thought.

as you got to the front of the complex building, you turned around to thank him, and he smiled softly at you.

"yeah, of course,” he says with a pause and then he sighs, “god, you’re so beautiful.” he whispers softly, taking his hand, tracing your jawline and cupping your face softly, and before you knew it - you were leaning into his touch, and you felt his lips on yours.

"i can't stop thinking about you, i miss you." he sighs to you, over the phone.

jonathan was stuck working late again at arkham asylum, and yet he still he still made time to call you, just to hear your voice once more. the two of you had been dating for a few months now, and you'd never been with someone before who treated you with such love and adoration.

you stared at the vase of red roses on your table, which he brought to you weekly because he 'knows they're your favourite', as he always said, and you smiled to yourself softly.

"i miss you more." you said dreamily over the phone.

there was silence on his end for a moment, before he eventually sighed and spoke again, "you don't have class tomorrow, right?"

you smile to yourself again, knowing he usually followed this up by asking to see you or something along those lines, "...no."

"can i see you?"

your heart leaped at those four words you loved to hear, "yeah, of course. come over?"

again, he was silent for a moment - almost as if he was lost in thought. you didn't blame him, working late at an asylum was tiring. after a few moments, he still didn't say anything, and you spoke into your phone again, softly, "jon?"

"you should move in with me. i dunno, just a thought..." he trails off, suddenly speaking up again.

you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of actually living with him, moving in. "...why not?" you say, with a breathless laugh.

"let's discuss tomorrow, i'll drive to yours around noon, but i have to get back to work," he sighed, "i love you."

i love you, you could never get tired of hearing those words come out of his mouth, "okay, i love you too, jon. see you tomorrow."

and with that, you hung up - giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. jonathan was whipped for you; he was wrapped around your finger, and you loved it. you knew he was thinking of you and you only every night, every day, 24/7 really.

jonathan wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as you cooked dinner in the kitchen.

"missed you at work today." he softly says, placing a soft kiss behind your ear, and a few more down your neck, making you giggle.

"my mind kept wandering to you during class today," you confess, feeling his arms stay put around you, "dinner should be ready in around 15 minutes."

"theres fresh roses on the table for you, darling. got them on my way home from work for you, appreciate you making dinner, you didn't have to." he tells you, kissing your cheek before unwrapping his arms from you, as he made his way out of the kitchen.

feeling content and loved, you sigh happily to yourself, finishing up your cooking. after dinner, the two of you sat cuddled up on the couch together, watching some show on netflix you were currently binging. as you stayed there, snuggled up in his arms, you felt him take a gentle hold of your hand, and his thumb brushed over the diamond ring on your finger.

oh right - the diamond engagement ring that he had proposed to you with just after your two-year anniversary. he had put in so much effort, taking you away for a weekend vacation, where he surprised you with a hotel room littered with rose petals and candles. he told you how much he loved you; how he just adored you and couldn't see himself living a life without you in it.

he gave you his heart, and you gave him yours. he knew after you found out about him being scarecrow, and you were actually okay with it, that he was going to make you mrs. crane.

it's funny, really, you didn't mean to find out, but jonathan was working suspiciously late for the last couple weeks, and your mind automatically went to the worst; an affair.

however, after doing some snooping around (you pulled a joe goldberg, obviously, and started following him around when he said he was at "work"), only to find out that he was in fact not having an affair, but just fear gassing people around gotham in what appeared to be a burlap scarecrow mask of some sort. phew!

a part of you knew that this was indeed fucked up, but i mean hey, he wasn't cheating, and he treated you so good, we all look past certain things for the people we love, right?

when he came home one night around 3 am, he found you waiting in the living room of your shared apartment, arms crossed and a pout on your pretty face.

"you scared me! i thought you were cheating on me. next time just tell me if your...doing whatever your doing with that toxin stuff you create at work." you exclaimed at him, looking cute as ever while doing so.

he was silent for a moment - shocked, actually. he didn't know what shocked him more, the fact that you thought he would ever betray you like that with another woman or that you didn't care about his secondary...job.

"...darling, i can't tell if your being satire or not." he says cautiously, taking a few steps closer to you on the couch.

"i'm really not." you roll your eyes, and huff.

jonathan was silent again, before laughing softly and shaking his head, coming over to wrap his arms around you, his voice low and gentle.

"i love you but-"

"i followed you." you say quickly, knowing that he was going to say something along the lines of 'but how did you find out?'

he gives you loving look, and smiles softly at you. he says nothing and instead, just pulls you into a deep kiss, in which you happily return.

"you're crazy, you know that?" he whispers against your lips, and you give him a look.

"and you're not?" you quip, and he's suddenly dragging you to your shared bedroom, hands all over your body.

"shhh." he whispers, peppering kisses all over your neck as he pushes you back on the bed.

looking at your husband with a doting expression, you sigh contently, iced coffee in hand. the both of you had the day off, and you both decided to start the day with a cute morning coffee date.

as he puts his cup of black coffee down, he takes your hand in his, and smiles softly at you.

"we should go on vacation again soon, i need a fucking break from work." he says, and you knew work had been exhausting him recently - no, not his actual job, he was talking about his other job, you know the one where he goes around terrorizing gotham.

"d'wanna go to mexico?" you ask, suggesting your favourite vacation spot, and he nods, holding your hands tighter.

"wherever you want to go, we'll go." he says gently, thumb brushing over your ring.

as you were about to say something back to him, his arm almost knocked his cup of coffee over.

"watch your arm - don't want espresso all over me again." you tease, smiling softly at your husband.

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[darthannie]

day twelve: forced orgasm with jonathan crane

pairing: Jonathan Crane x f!reader word count: 703 warnings: noncon, floor sex, clothed sex, dacryphilia if you squint, unprotected sex a/n: There’s something about Jonathan Crane having a private practice and using me that really does it for me.  kinktober masterlist

You should have never chosen Jonathan Crane to be your doctor. Stockholm syndrome would be the proper way to describe your relationship with him. 

It started as a normal patient/doctor relationship. Somewhere along the way, Jonathan began disclosing more personal information in an attempt to relate to you. He admitted his attraction to you one day during a session. You felt a prickle of embarrassment creep up, almost feeling like you had done something wrong. He assured you it was a good thing and he wanted to continue helping you. 

During a recent session, you cried and cried for the entire forty-five minutes. You thought he was taking pity on you when he hugged you as you got up to leave. Then he wouldn’t let go. You kept trying to push him away but he pulled you in for a timid kiss. It threw you off, but you kissed him back. 

He took it a step further when he reached under your shirt and groped your breast. You tried to remove his hand but he squeezed tighter. It almost hurt. His hand moved to lift your skirt. You swat his hand away, but he resisted as he reached underneath to pull down your panties. They fell down to your ankles.

You wanted to get away from him. You thought to get on the floor, quickly drag yourself away, and then make a run for it. But, he simply followed you to the ground when you went down. You went to drag yourself away from him but he crawled over you, completely enveloping you under him. He guided you onto your back and flipped up your skirt. He felt how wet you were on his fingers. He teased you with one before adding another. 

“You’re so wet for me,” he muttered.

“Jonathan, why are you doing this?”, you said meekly. 

“Because you want me to.”

He kissed you and this time you didn’t kiss him back. Maybe it had to do with you coming to your senses. Or maybe it was because you heard his belt and zipper come undone. You felt his tip on your clit. He was toying with you, delaying the inevitable. He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to him.

You lied there as dead weight. You didn’t want to give him anything. Not a single word, not a single moan, nothing to indicate you were enjoying what he was doing.

And yet, you couldn’t help but let out a small yelp when he hit a certain angle. He smiled, “See I knew you had it in you.” 

His thrusts were agitated, trying desperately to get you to cum. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. The sick, tightlipped smile never left his face. He inspected the way you looked at him. It was a face of disbelief. Your doctor, of all people, shouldn’t be doing this to you. And you shouldn’t be bewitched by the way he stretched your cunt more than anyone else ever had. 

You tried to say “stop” but the sound got stuck in your throat, sounding like a disgruntled shout. You continued your whining, unable to form any thoughts. His thumb started to rub your clit. You were completely, utterly drunk on him. 

“Cum on me,” he commanded.

“I can’t!”, you whined. 

“I’m not asking twice.” 

His thumb moved quicker and his thrusts got deeper. After a few moments, you involuntarily came undone. Tears began forming in your eyes. Your orgasm was so overwhelming your entire body shook. He didn’t bother pulling out of you. He came deep inside you, his hips faltering as he filled you with his cum. 

When he finished, he pulled out of you and pulled up your panties. He fixed his pants and then your skirt. He stood up and reached out his hand to help you up. You ignored the gesture, thinking it was in poor taste considering what had just occurred. He pretended as if nothing happened.

“Well, that’s it for today,” he said as he stood behind his desk. “Is next week at the same time still good for you?”

“Yes,” you replied. You only hoped the next session was not as eventful. 

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