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[finniestoncrane]

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general!scarecrow x female!reader, word count: 400 content (warnings): lil bit of blood mention, orgasm denial the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: ah i hope this was ok! the word count limited me on what i could put in!!💚

"Perhaps you ought to be more careful with your words around your fellow inmates, Crane."

He winced as you patted the now stitched up gash on his arm, leaving him to wash the dried blood from your hands in the rusted sink of his cell.

"Nothing makes me feel quite as powerless as allowing them to revel in their worthlessness without intervention. If I don't get to feel like I am at my best here, that I am living with greatness, then neither do they."

Turning to him, you cocked your head, raising an eyebrow in disbelief at the way he seemed to unwilling to concede to your advice.

"And that's why you keep ending up injured and under my care."

Jonathan coughed lightly, clearing his throat, as though he were stalling for time. But your silent gaze pulled his words from him, sooner, perhaps, than he intended.

"Maybe I enjoy your company. Maybe... I like being the centre of attention. Or... the centre of your attention."

"Is that so?"

Taking the initiative, you dropped to your knees in front of him as he sat on the solitary steel chair permitted in his cell. Grazing your hands up his thighs, you maintained eye contact, noting that he wasn't tryint to stop you, or question you, and only letting out a single, whimpered breath as you pulled his bright orange pants down and unleashed his semi-erect cock. There were so many things he wanted to say, to scream, but he managed out a soft quip.

"And do you do this... for all of your patients?"

"If you're worried that it means you're not special, or 'living with greatness', don't. I've never done this before."

He was quick to ease up to your touch, his muscles relaxing, tension dissipating as you took his cock in your mouth, wet and warm. His hips bucked up as his back buckled, his body shifting into a relaxed pose against the chair, all but his abdomen which tightened and strained as he lifted himself up at the hips into you. He was close already, desperate for touch, desperate to feel a semblance of importance, of affection.

But you pulled back from him, wiping your mouth on your sleeve.

"That's all you're getting, Crane. I can't reward bad behaviour. See if you can be good this week and I'll consider giving you some more attention."

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men dont want me for my body they want me for my encyclopedic knowledge of the scale's tag printer tags or whatever the fuck i call them