#dr crane Drabble

[darlingsfandom]

Could you write about a hardcore dirty Cillian Murphy dr crane non con smut?

TW: CNC!, swearing , nipple sucking, p in v unprotected , cream pie, semi stalking.

You sighed softly as you pulled the blanket over your lower half, fluffed the pillow and switched through the tv channels until you found something that caught your attention. An episode passed by before you found yourself falling asleep.

The wind blew in from your cracked window. No matter how often he told you to keep it closed, you never listened. You had been with Jonathan for over a year and you’ve had your ups and downs and now was one of the down moments. The two of you had got into it about having dinner with your friends that he couldn’t stand. He told you that they were no good for you, but you don’t listen to him about it because he himself has no friends. Now you were sleeping alone in your house while he was either at work again or in his own home, you didn’t care! You were mad that he never wanted to do what you wanted.

You found yourself stirring a little in your sleep. It was a mix from the breeze, your emotions and the fact you had to pee. After debating for a minute you got up to use the bathroom and by the time you got back something felt weird. You shook off the feeling and got back into bed. Your eyes instantly closed and your soft snores filled the room along with the tv softly speaking which was comforting to his ears as he watched you from your closet.

Jonathan had snuck into yourself very carefully. He knew your routine , you’re a creature of habit which he enjoyed for this very reason and the fact it was easy to track you like a lost puppy. You were his little lost puppy. He watched as you turned on your side. You looked like a mess but so peaceful. Your tit was hanging out of your tank top, which had hardened since the cool air kept blowing in, your hair was sticking to the side of your face and your mouth was slightly parted. He lingered for an hour watching how you turned , how you snored, how a tiny moan caught his attention.

The sound of your moan perked his ears. Your nose was scrunching as your legs moved in a way he found interesting. Jonathan moved slowly towards you as you stirred. He moved until he was at the edge of your bed and licked his lips. His hands stroked the side of your head softly making you purr. He stood over you inhaling your scent slowly until you started to slowly wake up from your dream.

Your eyes slowly opened and it was still dark but you could tell that someone was standing there in your sleepy state. The scream you let out was quickly covered as he slapped his hand over your mouth while he climbed over top of you.

“Keep that pretty little mouth shut.” He whispered into your ear while you squirmed beneath him. Jonathan grabbed the bottom of your shirt and hiked it up and took it off. He kept his hand over your mouth as he lowered his head to suck on your nipples slowly. He always loved sucking on your perky nipples made him feel a certain way. You whined against his hand as you laid there like a good girl. He switched from one nipple to the other looking up at you to see your pleading eyes. Jonathan slowly pulled on your nipples with his teeth making you scream against his hand. He looked at you with that certain look that made your thighs clench.

You watched as he stood up and grabbed your hips to peel off your shorts. Part of you wanted to kick him but you knew better than to disobey him. Johnathan undid his own pants slowly as you laid like you were glued to the bed. Slowly he climbed back on top of you.

“Be my good girl and just take it.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your folds. “You’re always such a good girl. You’re such a simple creature, never wears panties to sleep, always in a tight little top, so easy to take advantage of you.” You were clenching around nothing. It was wrong that his words and actions turned you on this much! It was disgusting yet you loved it. He held your thighs open as he pushed the head of his cock into your tight hole making him moan in the way you liked.

“Fuck! You have such a nice pussy sweetheart.” You whined loudly as Jonathan pushed all the way in. He held onto your hips pinning you down . You laid there taking it as he slowly thrusted his hips in and out of you watching how you sucked him in each time. You went to grab his arms but he moved his hands and gripped your wrist to pin them above your head. Jonathan leaned down and kissed you hard making you moan against his lips while he picked up his pace and started pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You laid there taking the pounding. You were his little doll, a fuck toy that took every inch of him while he moaned above you about how sweet you are, how your pussy was made for him and you loved every second of it. Jonathan was squeezing your wrist hard and his thrusts got sloppy. Before you could say anything, he was whining out his high as he pumped you full of cum!

“No no! Pull out! I’m not on the pill! You tried to scratch at his hands but it was too late!

Jonathan smirked to himself as he pulled out and tapped the head of his cock against your tummy before standing up, turning on the lamp on your bedside table and grabbed some tissues.

“I will say darling, that was a very good idea you had.” He gave you a kiss on the head as you laid there with a smile. Sure, no normal person would find this normal but CNC was something you two wanted to try for a while and it was worth it.

[novashelby]

Unspoken-Jonathan Crane x Reader

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader Word Count: 282 Warning: No detailed smut. Implied fucking. Touching. Him being kind of an asshole. Genre: Smut Summary: Dr. Crane wanted some discreet, silent fun in the bathroom with a woman he didn't know.

Thank you @vivianleighwishesshewasme

It was a silent agreement between them. After a short glance across the bar, they met locked behind the bathroom door. No words would be shared. Just that silent, unspoken agreement. Discretion. Jonathan slipped behind the bathroom door, pressing his back against it to shut it, locking it easily. A small smirk quickly exchanged before she hoisted herself over the sink, fingers gripping the hem of her dress. She hurriedly pulled it over her ass as he worked at his belt. It’d been a while for the both of them, but neither of them knew that.

Neither of them knew anything; each other’s names, occupations, relationship status. And none of it mattered. One thing mattered to him, and it was keeping her bent. He mumbled under his breath and she hissed out a shhhh. No speaking from him or her. Her spine shuttered as he placed his hands on her lower back and rubbed up, slow and tantalizing. Pressing against her inner thigh was his cock; needy and leaking with precum. He supposed if he knew her name and this was anything beyond discretion, he would have to care about her pleasure.

But it was his. His hands made their way to her hips, positioning her perfectly. Making sure her back was arched just right. His cock lined up. At first, he was nice. Sliding in slowly, patient and gentle. Just making sure she was nothing, but comfortable. But when that first plea for more slipped from her lips, when her hips pushed back, aching…he grinned. There was no longer a need for such formality. His fingers dug in her sensitive flesh, and he forgot all sense of being a gentleman.

[vintage-selfshipper]

Can we get some crooner being fluffy lovey-dovey with the BTAS rogues? TNBA rogues are alright, I just have a preference.

Yes we can! Here’s some various headcanons for the sillies, along with a sketch I’ve been meaning to post:

Frankie is a MASSIVE cuddle bug. The worst part about Arkham is not being able to cuddle with his partners/lovers. If you’re wondering, little spoons: Riddler, Penguin. Big spoons: Scarecrow, Mad Hatter. But they don’t mind switching it up!

Suggested by @dnpanimationstudioclone, they all have themed slippers and pajamas (I WISH I had included them in the doodle below). Oswald has penguins (obviously), Jonathan has crows, Jervis has bunnies and an additional mouse one that Crooner bought for him, and Eddie has question marks. As for Crooner, he probably has music notes on his pajamas and fuzzy pink slippers. He also does have pink robe he wears quite a bit!

Frankie’s love of singing can be unbearably cheesy, mainly with singing things related to moment. Like “Money, Money, Money” by ABBA while escaping a heist. Or singing “Splish Splash” while helping Jervis take a bath. Example here hehe:

Although Crooner puts on this air of confidence, he struggles when he’s simply Frankie. A civilian. Like he has to convince himself that he’s worthy of his partners. And in his character design, you can see this with his hair! When he’s confident and putting on a production, his hair is a perfect heart-shaped pompadour. When he’s self conscious and the mask is down, it flops down in messy ringlets.

I doodled this after a hard week not too long ago. They’re having a movie night, the movie in question? A compilation of Batman getting his ass beat (again, thanks Paige for the idea!)

[your-nanas-house]

hi nana !

I’m currently under the weather with a chest infection):

Could you possibly write something fluffy for me with any of Cillians characters ??

Omg, darling 🥺 Hope you will recover quickly and that it's not too painful. 🍀 I did just 4 characters because I couldn't choose! And just little drabbles with soft/fluff moments. Let me know if you want other characters or something more specific!

'Lowering your guard'

◇ Pairing: Thomas Shelby X fem!Reader [(age gap) they are both off age]

His calloused fingers were rubbing slightly the skin of his nose as he pinched its bridge, a tired expression adorned his older face slightly hidden from his circulare shaped glasses

"I got it, eh... just come here" Tommy finally spit out gruffly, his usual cold eyes and stern look now softer than expected. His fingers pushed the glasses back in place before he gesturing you to approach his desk and armchair.

His thighs were already spread, his arms resting comfortably on the armrests ready to shift to hold your body as soon as you straddled him. His big hands, a bit dirty from the writing, started to rub your back, creating imaginary relaxing shapes.

The man didn't open his mouth, continuing to read through his papers as you rested on him, head on his broad shoulders and hands busy stroking his short hair.

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◇ Pairing: Robert Fischer X fem!Reader (lovers)

Your gaze was blank, staring at the wall of the hotel room as you laid in bed. The sheets shielding your half naked body from the cool breeze, making your skin react with goosebumps.

The only lights there were the soft one of the moon, shining through the half closed curtains and the dim light of the rich bathroom where Robert was freshing himself up after the previous intimacy.

You were lost in your own world and thoughts, not realizing immediately the warm hands that sneaked up from your leg to the curve of your hip nor the breath against the back of your neck.

"Do you mind if we could cuddle?" His whisper coming out almost hesitantly; you didn't comment or reply. You just shifted your body closer so that Robert could easily spoon you with a small smile.

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◇ Pairing: Patricia 'Kitten' Braden X fem!Reader (+ Charlie's child)

Your heartbeat was still racing from the lovely night you've spent with the woman next to you.

A lovely dinner, an amazing walk, and now a funny movie in an open cinema, in the cosiness of your car as you cuddle with her in the back seats

"I'm glad for this evening even if you had to bring your friend's Charlie kid along" you whisper, glancing down at the sleeping kid between you two.

Patricia didn't answer immediately, shifting her light eyes towards your face before offering you a tender smile and a kiss on your cheek, which left a beautiful mark made of her lip gloss.

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◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X fem!Reader (professor x university student)

It was odd but strangely not unpleasant. When he asked you a couple of days ago to grab a coffee with him, your reaction was one of pure shock and hesitation, but now you were glad to have made the right decision... even if you were sitting in front of your professor in a cosy cafeteria.

The strong but sweet liquid warmed up your throat as you swallowed; your eyes focused on Jonathan, Dr. Crane, glancing from his piercing eyes to his charming smile as he kept talking about something you weren't quite catching.

A soft music could be heard from the intimate table he had chosen, making the atmosphere even more romantic. The good conversation was just an addictional point to the whole "soft package".

"If I can be honest, Miss— Y/n, If I may... I'm glad you agreed to this"

"Me too, professor— sorry, the habit... Jonathan"

[darthannie]

Cillian Murphy Character Masterlist

Reminder of who I'll write for:

(I do not write rpf!)

Neil Lewis Jonathan Crane Jackson Rippner Jim (The Delinquent Season) Raymond Leon Thomas Shelby Robert Capa

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KINKTOBER '23 MASTERLIST

NEIL LEWIS

thursday night out (fluff)- Neil can't sleep and neither can you. A late-night conversation leads to revelations.

Neil Lewis NSF/W Alphabet

JONATHAN CRANE

potential side effects (dark smut)- After giving you an experimental medication, Dr. Crane helps you get over your fear of intimacy. 

nap time (dark(?) smut request)- Jonathan comes home and finds you asleep. He simply can't help himself.

JIM (THE DELINQUENT SEASON)

thesis statement (smut)- You accidentally bump into your Professor, Jim, at a sex shop.

purpose statement (smut) (pt 2 of TS)

assess and discuss (part 3 of TS)

THOMAS SHELBY

grand gestures (fluffy request)- Tommy spoils you and you have a hard time accepting it.

water works (smutty drabble request)- Tommy helps you squirt for the first time.

RAYMOND LEON

Raymond Leon NSF/W Alphabet

[mypoisonedvine]

i can't remember if I sent something like this to you before. but a drabble where Jonathan crane is helping a student or fellow colleague test a new drug they made. however, the drug instead acts like an aphrodisiac making the reader completely pliable to jonathans wants...

YOU DID AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT AND IM SO GLAD YOU SENT IT AGAIN!!!

warnings: dubcon cause of the drug, breeding kink, spanking, kinda rough/aggressive, housewife and misogyny kink hehe

"Please, please," you whined as you tugged him closer by the lab coat, pressing your thighs together to try to hide the arousal running down them. "Please, Dr. Crane--"

"I don't know what you need," he panted, "tell me what you need, I'll try to help."

"I need... need you to--" you choked out, knowing you couldn't just say what was in your head: touch me, fuck me, need you inside me right now, need you to breed me--

He pulled you a little closer, looking at your face, and you whimpered as you looked up at him. "You're burning up," he noticed, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, and you worried your knees would buckle.

"F-fuck, please," you begged again, "touch me more."

"Where?" he asked, but there was a sparkle in his eye that made you think he might already know what was going on. "Tell me where, and I'll help you."

You tried to grab his hand to guide it between your legs, but he pulled away.

"I want to hear you say it," he insisted.

"My pussy," you blurted out, "fuck, please-- I need to--"

He snapped suddenly, turning you around and bending you over the lab table in an instant. "I know what you need," he decided suddenly as he roughly stripped you, getting as much of your clothes out of the way as you arched your back and whined for more. "I know what you fucking need," he said again before smacking your bare ass harshly, making you shudder and pant. "Need to be filled."

"Yes," you breathed.

"Need to be fucked," he continued, and you whined.

"Yes!"

"Need to be bred."

You gasped as he pressed his cock against you, teasing your opening like you weren't already desperate enough. "H-how," you choked out, "how could you know I need that? Did you know the drug would do this?"

"No," he answered, "this is what you all need. You're just usually too afraid to admit it."

He plunged into you with a sigh, your whole body shaking as he started to fuck you-- not too hard, but not exactly delicate either.

"I didn't know what was in that drug you tried," he went on, "but I suppose whatever it is finally made you realize your purpose. To be bred and claimed."

"Oh god, Crane," you blurted out.

"I think you can call me Jonathan now," he laughed as he leaned down over you, holding your hips tighter. "We might as well be on a first name basis, if I'm gonna get you pregnant."

You purred and arched your back, everything in you crying out for exactly that.

"Such a cute little career woman," he chuckled, "but you're no better than this, are you? Still need a man to fuck some babies into you. Did you always want it to be me? Or will anybody do?"

You'd had a crush on him before, sure, but not exactly the type that makes you want a child-- that was definitely the drugs talking.

"Gonna get you so fucking full," he promised with a groan, "gonna give you every drop until you're pregnant-- think that'll help you calm down?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "fuck, please--"

"Can't wait to see you like that," he smiled, "full with my baby. Tits all swollen and sore... so needy and wet all the time from the hormones-- sort of like this, hopefully a little more rational, though. You're gonna make the prettiest housewife, sweetheart, now that you finally know your place."

[lau219]

@ennui-whimsy-and-me Here’s an actual drabble for you, my dear, inspired by this gif. 😉🫶

“You think I don’t know what’s going on inside your head, Y/N?” he said as he met your eyes from across the room. “You wanted to get caught.”

Nervously standing behind Jonathan’s desk, your palms were sweaty and your heart was pounding as he looked at you, his demeanor calm and slightly sinister, an intimidating yet somehow still sexy smile on his lips. He’d caught you red-handed, and as you nervously and ashamedly looked back at him, you felt like you were on trial. But after he’d walked into his office and caught you reading through the file on his desk which contained his employee review of you, you may as well have been.

Still frozen in your spot behind his desk, you tried to apologize again for being a nosy intruder. But when you’d gone into his office to leave behind some lab documents for him, you couldn’t resist lingering as you seized the rare opportunity of being alone in his private space. Looking around, you also hadn’t been able to resist when you’d spotted the file on his desk with your name written on it in his handwriting, and you’d opened the file before you could stop yourself.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Crane. I just…I noticed my name, and I just wanted to see…see what you think of me.”

You blushed even deeper as you said that, realizing how stupid it sounded. But at your nervous little admission, Jonathan smiled again, giving you that look that made your heart pound.

Yes, this man absolutely intimidated you. But, even more so, he also absolutely turned you on. Of course, that was a secret you’d always kept only to yourself, but apparently, Jonathan had still figured it out.

Still looking at you, he slowly and calmly moved further into the room from where he had first stopped just inside the door. Approaching you at his desk, Jonathan then looked down at the file, placing his hand on it and sliding it out of your reach before meeting your eyes one more time, then shifting and moving behind you instead. Frozen in your spot in both disbelief and nervous arousal, you said nothing more as Jonathan’s front was nearly pressed to your back, and he placed his hands on your hips as he quietly spoke in your ear.

“You want to know what I think of you, do you?” he said, the brush of his lips against your ear sending an aroused shiver down your spine. “Well, then you’re looking in the wrong place, sweetheart.”

You felt Jonathan slowly slide his hands up your torso then, and as he lightly squeezed your ribs and then felt you silently seek more as you leaned back into him, he finished.

“After all,” he said, “if you want to know what I think of you, all you have to do is ask me.”

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[ennui-whimsy-and-me]

Hey! Could I request a cute drabble (or just headcanons if you prefer) with Jonathan Crane where he’s in a relationship with reader and he breaks his right arm due to Scarecrow shenanigans, which she doesn’t not know about. So he makes up a stupid excuse, and when he comes back home, tired, upset, and in pain, after a quick trip to the hospital, reader just pampers him left and right (since he’s kind of incapacitated with his dominant arm stuck in a cast). He entertains the pampering, and secretly enjoys it after the awful day he’s had ☺️ have a good day!

( I'm so sorry for the delay, babes! I hope you like it! )

Currently reclined on the couch, an activity Dr. Jonathan Crane scarcely found himself doing, he finds himself pondering his current predicament. Yes, it had been an entirely avoidable situation on his part. Making deals with the Mad Hatter, as he liked to call himself, hadn’t been the wisest of decisions - but he needed that certain shipment containing several chemical compounds for a more enhanced strain of his toxin.

In the end, the Hatter walked away with a few less of his gang members, Jonathan lost one of his men and walked away with an ulna fracture. Figures.

After a short stint in the hospital, he trudged home with a cast and a prescription for painkillers. On the way to his apartment, he had concocted a story to feed his girlfriend, considering he couldn’t exactly hide a broken arm. When he walked through the door, after fumbling with the lock for longer than he’d care to admit, he immediately noticed that a few lights were on inside.

It wasn’t too late, but he surely thought she would’ve been in bed by now. Any notion of that went out the window when she greeted him from the couch - a warm smile on her face as he entered the living room.

That smile quickly vanished the moment she saw his cast. Quickly rushing over him, she began visually assessing him for more injuries - finding more scrapes and bruises to her horror - and asking him what had happened. He nonchalantly brushed off her concern, informing her that he took a misguided step down the stairs.

His nonchalance of the situation had apparently been unsatisfactory, because less than an hour later he found himself propped up on the couch by several pillows - waiting for soup.

Normally he would find the entire situation he was in quite ridiculous, but truthfully he was too tired and too comfortable to care. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was the painkillers, the pillows, the chamomile tea with honey, the savory scent wafting from the kitchen, or the fact that Y/N popped her head into the living room every 5 minutes to check on him - but he felt utterly relaxed.

“Has your medication kicked in yet, love?”, she asked softly, not wanting to startle him as she rounded the couch.

“It’s just starting to.”, he confirmed, offering her what he hoped was a small reassuring smile.

Sitting on the couching beside him, she gave him a look of sympathy as she brushed away a few locks of hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

“I’m so sorry you had such an awful day today, sweetheart.”, she tells him, her voice laced with her own hurt for him as she cups cheek - thumb gently stroking his cheekbone.

Jonathan found himself leaning into her touch, finding solace in her gentleness and warmth. Deciding then that he could get used to this.

“But I’m right here if you need me and dinner will be ready soon.”, she continues, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He hums contently at the affection, a reaction caused by the drugs of course. At least that’s what he’s going to tell himself.

Too soon for his liking, she pulls away and stands up. Careful not to jostle him.

“I’m going to go check on the soup and get you another cup of tea, I’ll be right 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.”, Y/N informs him, offering a small smile as she leaves.

He sinks further into the pillows as he watches her go, and Jonathan confirms that he could - in fact - get used to this.

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

@lau219 @bouquet-and-pearls

[fear-and-riddles]

"Riddle me this; when you solve me, I vanish. What am I?"

"A question."

Hi there! This is an in-character askblog for Dr. Jonathan Crane “Scarecrow” and Edward Nygma “Riddler”. On this blog, you can ask questions that will be answered by the characters through text and occasional written drabbles and art. :) Please make sure to check out the additional information in the pinned post!

[summercourtship]

(For the prompt list you just posted) Number 1 with Jonathan Crane would be 🤤

This is kinda an alternate version of the one scene at the Sponsorship Gala in STBOTDI. It doesn't have to be, but it is very similar.

in a hidden alcove. | jonathan crane x f!reader | 18+

warnings: over the clothes, dirty talk/condescension| word count: 585 Guess inspired prompt list | send me a character + number for a 100-500 word drabble | character list + rules

Somewhere in the building, light jazz music was playing but you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. Dr. Crane was close, crowding against you in a small alcove on the second floor of the event venue. You had tried to resist him, had tried to pretend like you didn’t ache for him constantly, or that this wasn’t a fantasy come true for you. He seemed to see right through it, if his huffed laughter against the skin of your neck was anything to go by. 

“You really think I don’t know how you like it?” He whispered against your skin, his breath raising goosebumps on your arms. His hand was between your legs, a feather light touch running over your underwear as you tried to bite back any noises to avoid anyone coming by and catching you. “You think that I don’t see the way you look at me, like you’re practically begging for me to put you in your place?” 

You pressed against his hand, silently urging him to apply more pressure to your cunt, wanting a relief from the need that has slowly built up within you since he first asked you to meet him after class three months ago. Tragically, he moved his hand back with your movement, keeping the same light pressure. Enough to give you a taste of what he could do, but not enough to actually fulfill any of your desires. 

“You’re going to have to use your words.” He chastised lightly, chuckling when you whined in frustration. He knew you too well- your hatred of fully expressing yourself rearing its ugly head, warring against your need for release and your lust for him. “Or I’ll leave you here, wanting and wet, unable to find the release you need-”

“Fuck, please, Dr. Crane, touch me--” You gasped, only to moan when he finally pressed his fingers up against you, immediately rubbing circles on your clit through your underwear. It sent immediate sparks up your spine, and you scrambled to place your hands somewhere to maintain your balance. They ended up on Dr. Crane’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his jacket as he cooed at your reaction. 

“Isn’t that much better?” He asked, the same patronizing tone he always used now like an aphrodisiac in your veins. You nodded, unable to stifle the whimpers escaping from your mouth.  Even as your legs began to shake, your breath coming faster, he didn’t slow down his movement. If anything, he sped up, like he was determined to make you come in your underwear in the next minute. 

Your eyes screwed shut as you rode the first waves of your orgasm, your mouth open but no sound leaving. Dr. Crane coaxed you through it, only slowing down when your breathing became rough gasps as you tried to catch your breath. His pale eyes watched your every movement, every heave of your chest and fluttering of your eyelids as you returned to yourself. 

“We should get going.” He said, slipping his hand that had just been between your legs into your pocket.

“What about-” You cut yourself off, casting a quick glance down to his pants where he was clearly hard. He only smiled, placing his hand on the small of your back as he guided you back to the main gathering area of the gala.  “Why don’t we take care of that later? I’m afraid we would have been caught if we were missing for much longer.”

[slut4thebroken]

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@mypoisonedvine @lovelybucky1 @pinguwrites @kiss-me-cill-me @ilovefictionalpsychopaths @mysaintkitten @scorpiussage

༺˚ʚ Jonathan Crane ɞ˚༻

Drabble: Dr. Crane helps a patient with a fear of being penetrated

thoughtless❗️

gemini ❗️+ jackson rippner

༺˚ʚ Jackson Rippner ɞ˚༻

Subway Groper

“I wanted him to see what I’m going to do to you.”❗️💕

Drabble: Jackson has fun while waiting for a ransom❗️

༺˚ʚ Robert Fischer ɞ˚༻

just business (sub!robert fischer x dominatrix!reader)

༺˚ʚ Thomas Shelby ɞ˚༻

Equal

Treat Me Wrong

Nectar

༺˚ʚ Robert Capa ɞ˚༻

Can’t Focus❗️

Touch starved dark!Capa❗️

[darlingsfandom]

TW: oral sex (male receiving), fingering, illusion to Stockholm syndrome , handcuffs and not proofread.

Part One of The Crow

After months of staying by Dr. Cranes side it almost felt like a fever dream. It was almost impossible that this was your new life. How and why did he ever fixate on you?

“Darling, you’re doing it again.” His voice took you out of your trance. It happened often that you would just sit there, eyes glazed and mind wondering.

“I’m sorry my love.” You smoothed over your lap before he sat down next to you. Crane ran his finger along the side of your cheek before tilting your head sideways to look into your eyes. His eyes were filled with love, passion and lust while yours were soft, passionate and a little sad. He loved how your sadness was always visible.

“You’re sad and I don’t understand why. Do you not appreciate the life I’ve given you? You’re a little house wife without being married. And I know for a fact that you enjoy the sex.” His words made you shrug your shoulders and clench your thighs.

“I do enjoy it Jonathan …” you tried to look away from but he cupped your jaw tightly making you look him in the eye. “I miss going out.” You mumbled making him raise his eyebrow.

“That’s all? I never said you had to stay here all the time, just that you can’t leave me.” He stroked your cheek softly before pulling you in for a kiss. His lips moved against yours making you remember part of why you’ve stayed this whole time. At first when you discovered he was the one with the crow that brought you all the gifts, it was odd, a little scary and yet fun. You felt seen for once and Dr. Crane did not hold back showing you how much he admired you . The days became weeks that became months and you had found yourself becoming his housewife like he had said.

Every night when he got home you’d have dinner ready to go, his laundry folded and put away, the apartment was clean and bed made up. He had conditioned you to be this way. He made you drop from all your classes because he was your professor after all and he could teach you anything you wanted to know. He knew the second you walked into his class he had to have you. So quiet, so naive and so beautiful and when the day came that you finally snapped he knew it was time. He loved showering you with the surprise gifts and using his pet crow to lure you in.

Eventually the months passed and you were fully in love with him. You almost couldn’t function without him. Crane even got you your own bird that funny enough fell in love with his crow.

“Jonathan!” You gripped his arm while the two of you sat on the couch.

“Yes darling?” He patted your hand.

“Look at those two, just like us.” You pointed to the birds nuzzling each other in the cage.

“Yes darling, just like us.” He kissed the top of your head before he took your hand, helped you onto your feet and took you into what was known as the dark room. He laid you on the bed carefully before he grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed you to the bed.

“Have I been bad?” Your eyes went soft along with a pout on your lips.

“Oh honey, no you’ve been so good. That’s why you have the fuzzy cuffs on.” Crane leaned down and kissed you hard before he grabbed the bottom of your skirt and bunched it around your hips to show off your panties. He sat down on the edge of the bed by your side and rubbed your thighs. His fingers tips trailed over your inner thighs until he reached the fabric of your panties. He slowly pulled them off and bit his bottom lip when he seen your cunt. No matter how many times he’s seen your cunt or touched it or licked it he always fell in love over and over again.

“Please Jonathan. I need you.” Your voice was pleading as he ran his fingers over your folds while looking into his eyes.

“I know you do but I’m taking my time with you tonight. I’m going to show you how beautiful you are when you orgasm.” Jonathan dragged his fingers slowly up and down before pushing two fingers into you making you whimper. He looked at you with such loving eyes. You truly were perfect.

His fingers started at a slow pace. Twisting in and out before he readjusted himself so he was sat between your legs, lifting one up to put over his shoulder while he picked up the pace. The eye contact was something you use to be shy about until he got you use to it and even now as he looked you in the eye it still made you blush.

“Faster , please Dr. Crane!” You knew that would get him going. Any time you called him Doctor he would loose it. It was the same as when any woman would call a man daddy, it was the same effect. He pulled his wet fingers out of your cunt and shoved them into your mouth making you suck them clean which you did eagerly.

“Such a naughty girl, using that against me.” Jonathan stood up, put your leg back down and got himself undressed. His cock was heavy and hard as you laid there with your mouth open. “Look at you, ready to suck my cock. Such a good girl.” He got back on the bed and uncuffed you so that he could put your hands behind your back.

Once he had you in position he held your face in his hands before he slipped the head of his cock inbetween your lips. You gently sucked on the tip while he stroked your hair. He watched carefully to make sure you were okay before he could shove his cock down your throat. When you first started sucking his cock you would gag but over time he has you taking his cock all the way down with no gagging.

“That’s a good girl.” He pushed his cock down your throat until he was all the way in. You did gag a little but that was normal. Jonathan fisted a handful of your hair as he fucked your throat. You kept eye contact with him as he used your mouth. Your eyes watered a little bit as some spit dribbled down your chin which turned him on even more. Since he was lost in his own lust his orgasm hit him hard and fast. He finished down your throat making you whine as you swallowed. You opened your mouth to show him that your mouth was empty. “Such a sinful one you are, making me finish before I even got to fuck you.” He panted above you before grabbing you and tossing you back onto the bed. “I don’t know if I should let you cum tonight or maybe I should make you cum over and over again until this pretty little cunt is sore.” He gave your pussy a hard slap making you jolt forward.

“I’m all yours.” You spoke up and this time you actually meant it.

[novashelby]

The Clinical Boyfriend-Jonathan Crane x Reader

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Relationship issues? Mention of sex. Word Count: 768 Summary: Dr. Crane's girlfriend is tired of him neglecting her. And while he isn't the most romantic, he does very much want to let her know how much he admires her.

Thank you @wonderlanddreamer for playing my Cillian Murphy drabble game. I feel horrible, but admittedly, this isn't the best I have written. I fought with it for awhile, but hopefully you like it. <3

He was never affectionate. Always so incredibly dry. Clinical! And oh so attentive…to work. But hardly to her. Even when his body was pressed against hers and they were entangled in the sheets, he was so distant. Often it felt like loving an empty vessel, allowing her to question if any of it was worth it. But she stayed another day because somewhere among all the grey and rain, there was some light. At least she hoped as she laid within his grey silk sheets, hands folded over her chest. His cum rested between her thighs, feeling sticky. 

He had already moved on, reaching over for the lamp on the nightstand. Everything was easier for her in the dark, and when his finger flipped the switch, her feelings combusted in a stream of words. A jumbled, gibberish mess that she wasn’t even sure she understood, but once a word slipped through, they all came. Jonathan knitted his eyes, turning the light back on. She rested up on her elbow, looking at him. “And I’m sorry, Jonathan, I just..you know how hard it is to love someone that hardly even smiles at you? And the dinners I cook, the clothes I wear, every single thing I do for you goes completely unacknowledge-do you even understand-”

Jonathan stopped her right there, a deep sigh indicating that he was nothing, but annoyed. How dare she speak up, right? He flipped on the lamp and felt for his specks along the nightstand before placing them lazily on the bridge of his nose. “You seem to be going through emotional distress…”

She stopped, clicking her tongue, mouth turning a gaped. “W-what?” she asked in disbelief, an incredulous laugh allowing her to choke on her words. Jonathan watched as she blinked away the audacity and shook her head. “Are you….”

Jonathan raised two fingers. “Are you under stress from work? That can often make one irrational and irate.” She could have killed him. She wanted to kill him. Take those glasses of his and punch them back into his eyes. Jonathan looked over her; fingers twitching, jaw tense. “And you’re clenching.”

“Because I’m pissed off.” She kicked the blanket off her legs and turned more directly at him. “Did you not hear me? I said that I am upset about how our relationship is going, Jonathan.”

“I’m aware,” he nodded, opening his hand towards her, motioning for her to continue. “Why do you think you may be feeling this way?”

She was about to respond when she paused. “Jonathan, do you not get it? I’m your partner. I’m trying to express to you how I feel and you’re playing fucking doctor!”

He swallowed and took off his glasses, wiping at his tired eyes before putting them back on. “Love, I’m hardly playing  doctor.” That little, condescending laughing irritated her more. Especially when he added, “I am a doctor.” 

“But I’m not your patient, I’m your girlfriend! But yet I feel as though I’m nothing to you.”

He was quiet for a moment before he pressed his lips together, and out reached his hand, propping her chin on two fingers. “You must understand that expressing feelings is not easy for me. I think and act clinically. I’m obsessed with what I do because I’m passionate about what I believe in.”

“And that is an excuse to neglect me?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s not. But my affections for you-my complete respect, admiration, and adoration is completely unmatched because no one in this world compares-”

“Words don’t-”

“I show love in the way I know how,” he said. “I don’t ask that you accept it or like it, but forgive me that I prefer a love language that focuses on the respect of one’s intellect and thoughts before frivolous gifts, compliments, and monotonous PDA.” He leaned in, smiling just slightly. “I don’t ask anyone, but you to critique my work. I don’t tell anyone else, but you about my research, blueprints, and theories. Never do I ever let anyone, but you read my work first. Why? Because I value you.”

She matched his smile. “It’d still be nice if you’d notice other things-”

“I do, but I respect that you have the confidence and self worth to already know that you look great in anything you wear.” It wasn’t perfect, but it was him. “Come here.” He pulled her in and flicked off the lamp before allowing his lips to tease at her neck. “You and I are above the mundane. Including dull, fake, for show relationships that do nothing, but feed an ego.”

[vintage-selfshipper]

Crooner question. What kinda date would he set up with each rouge?

Ahh this is a great question!! Sorry this took a sec, but here it is!

The Riddler:

Now, Crooner/Frankie isn’t as “quizzically-inclined” as Eddie, but he’d try his best to appeal to his special interests.

He’d start by making a little guessing game of their favorite songs, and then give them the answers via a mixtape! (Idk what their favorite songs would be, if y’all have suggestions pls share)

Idk why, but I can see Riddler enjoying being wined and dined at a fancy restaurant? Especially with how flustered he gets with minimal flirtatious advances, that traditional date angle would be pretty fun to him.

When they get home, Crooner would attempt to play one of Eddie’s video games. He needs some assistance, and is more than happy to get help from the guy who literally designed it!

Like with the rest of his partners, Frankie definitely spends some time having Edward infodump about his favorite interests. Riddles, games, quizzes, toys, yada yada. Whatever he wants. And there’s something so special in having that time to learn from someone you love.

The Scarecrow:

The date has to be planned a bit in advance, due to Jonathan’s schedule. But Frankie doesn’t care! As long as time is spent together.

I can weirdly see Jonathan being a museum nerd? Get him that annual pass!! Crooner also enjoys them, but it’s a lot more fun when they’re together and can talk about the exhibit.

Even though he’d be down for whatever the museum has to offer, he has a preference for hands on exhibits. One of his favorite parts of these dates is just people watching and wondering “hmm what makes them absolutely terrified”

I can also see him being a bakery fan!! Jonathan may be cruel in his work but he isn’t heartless. His favorite baked goods are definitely apple cider donuts and ham and cheese croissants. Meanwhile, Crooner likes anything with chocolate he also enjoys cream-filled donuts because whore

As the date comes to a close and Crane has to go back to work, Crooner always makes sure to leave a little note or gift in his briefcase. Nothing too extravagant, but enough to give the doctor a happy sigh.

The Mad Hatter:

We all know from “Mad As A Hatter” that Jervis is a fan of extravagant dates, or at least the idea of one. And Frankie is up for that challenge!

He’d probably start with some form of breakfast in bed. Chamomile tea, an array of scones, bacon, fruit, and Crooner’s attempt at reading Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. And maybe a back rub thrown in.

Going back to “Mad As A Hatter,” I can see them both having fun in the park. Jervis was probably banned from Storybook Land, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have fun at any of the local parks! I have no clue why, but I can see him and Crooner roller skating… or attempting to.

After some more sightseeing, Jervis’ social battery would begin to run and they’d probably head back to spend the rest of their date at home. But that’s more okay! It gives them plenty of time to have fun, just with the two of them. Cue plenty of dance sessions to “The Lobster Quadrille,” “No Rain” (stole that headcanon from @bluefreakingskies) and “All Shook Up”!

Of course, they’d end the night with sharing new and old findings on their hyperfixations. I can see them in bed, pouring over different illustrated versions of Wonderland, with some calming music on the record player. A perfect way to soothe them into a wonderland of dreams.

The Penguin:

I gotta say this first and foremost, Crooner would be pissed at what Vreeland did to Penguin and he’d have to do quite a bit of trust building. But once he feels comfortable, date nights become practically every night. (Well, realistically, probably two or three nights a week. But you get what I mean!)

As you’ve suggested DNP, these two absolutely LOVE the idea of love coupons. Considering how often they have dates, they use the coupons as a way to plan. Outside of the normal coupons (like make dinner, full-body massage, slow dance), they also have ones related to their careers! Such as, feed the birds, serenade, shine Tommy guns, and make throat-coat tea.

Similarly to Riddler, Oswald loves to be wined and dined. Or rather, treating Crooner to a fancy meal. And unlike a certain socialite, he doesn’t mind how Ozzie eats. Which have you seen how he swallows fish?? Frankie is absolutely turned on by that

We know from “Birds Of A Feather” that Pengy loves the opera, so it’s no surprise that he takes Crooner to his favorite shows. And in turn, I can see him taking Oswald to different concerts. But where their interests collide is with musicals! Penguin enjoys the classics from Rodgers and Hammerstein and Gershwin, while Frankie loves ones with heavy leitmotifs and symbolism like with Sondheim.

I know you liked the idea of Crooner doing spa activities, and you won’t be disappointed with how his date nights end with Pengy! He makes sure that he’s utterly pampered to the max, usually involving a bubbly bath, fancy soaps, face masks, and massages for his sore hands/flippers. But don’t you worry, he absolutely returns the favor to his partner!

There’s probably some more info on how Crooner arranges dates (including some more private/nsfw information), but here’s the simple stuff. Hope you enjoy it!

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (92)

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Argonauts And Allies-MTK4FUN (ao3) Summary: AU California Gold Rush - Join the Everdeens, Hawthornes, and Mellarks as they search for gold in a mining camp. "The only way my mother would agree to let us spend any time together is if you asked permission to court me," Katniss joked. "It could work," Peeta said. "It might even stop some of the stories going around." A Softer Place to Land-SoThere (ao3) Summary: After giving Katniss some surprising news, Prim disappears from her sister's life. While trying to move on, Katniss receives a phone call that will challenge everything she knows about life and love. A Song of Found Souls-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: He’d been 5 the first time he’d heard it. It wasn’t the usual chirps and chittering but high and clear notes intoning an unmistakable melody. The next bird that passed echoed the song but in a slight variation, taking up the harmony. His father’s grip tightened as he inhaled sharply. His brothers stopped their tussling and craned their necks to see the source of the sound. Even his mother, though her mouth pinched in a frown, stared up at the sky. Peeta scanned the faces of the crowd: Everyone frozen as if under a trance, the entire yard falling silent as the flock of mockingjays passed. The mountains reverberated a final somber echo and the spell was broken. Bonfire on the Bayou -titania522 (ao3) Summary: Written for Yuletide in Panem Christmas Drabble Challenge, Day 1 Finnick and Annie join Katniss and Peeta for a Southern tradition. However, Annie's got a little surprise for Finnick. Boundless As The Plains-MTK4FUN (ao3) Summary: AU 1860 - Nebraska Territory - Peeta Mellark is a goner when Katniss Everdeen gets off the stagecoach at the trading post he and his brother Rye operate. But Katniss leaves before he can say much to her. Will they ever see each other again? A Pioneer!Everlark tale set against the backdrop of the Pony Express. Brighter Than Angels-sohypothetically (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen has a quiet life as a Phys. Ed. teacher. She volunteers to chaperone Fairfield Junior High's ninth grade trip to Washington D.C. and ends up finding an unexpected ally in Home Ec. teacher Peeta Mellark. Will sparks fly between the pair? An Everlark A/U Building the Dream-sohypothetically (ff) Summary: Dr. Aurelius treats Peeta and brings him back to himself at the end of Mockingjay. How does that happen? What role does President Paylor have in making sure Peeta can become whole without Plutarch using him as a piece in a new game? Rated T due to descriptions of Peeta's treatment by the Capitol post Quarter Quell. Burning-swishywillow (ao3) Summary: He doesn't know how it happened, but suddenly it's the night before the Games start and he's restless in his bed, thinking of her. - Alternate Games. but sir, that's my emotional support ghost-songbirdheart (ao3) Summary: this is a collection of drabbles based on a silly little (and yet I hope well executed) concept I'm fond of wherein the ghost of Lucy Gray appears to Peeta during his Capitol captivity and provides him with some psychological shielding and comfort, mostly because I want an excuse to write songs for her to sing, Peeta needs a big sister figure (to be clear, their relationship is exceedingly platonic; her pet names are because she's southern, not because she has a thing for him), and the ghosts of District 12 are my fav; they're in chronological order for now, but as it's a drabble collection, they may not stay that way - enjoy! By Any Other Name-mrsbonniemellark (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta bond over their unique names at Starbucks. Inspired by my own Starbucks adventures with my name.

[graveyard-stray]

Stress Relief | Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

DRABBLE

Word count: 459

summary: after a long day at the asylum and dealing with the Batman, Jonathan needs some help relaxing once he gets home and you are the only one who can do it.

Includes: sweet sweet fluff. That’s really it. No TW.

After a long and grueling day at Arkham Asylum, Dr. Jonathan Crane stormed through the door of his penthouse apartment, his mind consumed by thoughts of the Batman thwarting his latest experiments with fear toxin.

"Damn that vigilante! Every time I come close to achieving my goals, he swoops in and ruins everything!" He tosses his briefcase on his desk and doesn’t bother hanging up his coat, merely laying it lazily over a chair.

You frown as you see his frustration and hear the anger in his voice. You approach him softly, putting a gentle hand on his arm. “Jonathan, calm down. You can't let him get to you like this."

He pushes away from you, his fists clenched and his breathing heavy, "But he's always one step ahead! It's maddening!"

You walk closer to him again and wrap your arms around his torso, enveloping him in a soft embrace. "I know it's difficult, but you're stronger than this. Remember why you do what you do."

Crane lets out a heavy sigh, "You're right... I can't let him control me like this."

You pull away with a smile and lead him to the living room so he can get comfortable. “Sit down, I'll make you some tea." You insist.

As you bustled about the kitchen, Crane sank onto the couch, the tension in his muscles slowly ebbing away in your presence. Despite his facade of toughness, being with you always made him feel vulnerable in the most comforting way.

You soon returned with a steaming cup of tea and settled beside him, your calming aura enveloping him like a warm embrace.

The warm mug you held in your hand was placed on the table infront of Johnathan "Here, drink this. It'll help you relax."

He took a sip of the wake liquid and felt it slithering down his throat and calming his body. "Thank you, my love, don't know what I'd do without you."

You just smile softly at him "You don't have to do anything alone, Jonathan. I'm here for you, always." You say before placing a sweet peck on his cheek.

As you sat together in silence, the weight of the day slowly lifted from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace that only you could provide.

After he finished his tea you cuddled up against him, wrapping your arms around his midsection and hurting your face in his chest. Johnathan smiled softly, In your arms, he always found solace from the chaos of his world, a sanctuary where he could be vulnerable without fear of judgment.

And as he leaned into you embrace, jeknew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as he had you by his side, he could weather any storm.