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[gthmangl]

omg what's this , uniform, could u continue it ? Or make another horror hurt comfrt smut series of sort I don't know if you have read this fanfiction called vivisection which also has crane u should, this totally had very similar vibes

I don’t know if I’m gonna continue it,since I don’t really have an idea about a sequel. I do have some other things in my drafts but if you want to request something you’re free to do so :)

[gthmangl]

the uniform

trigger warnings: noncon,violence,jonathan,roleplay?,mentions of murder,power imbalance,professor/student,misogyny,established relationship,mentions of blood,not mentioned but age gap

prof!jonathan crane x fem!student!reader

author’s note: this is absolutely NOT lore accurate,so don’t come for me if i got anything wrong,i was just playing around with the idea of jonathan’s crush on sherry. also english is not my first language so sorry for grammatical mistakes and errors.

the minutes passing by felt like hours as you waited for professor crane to finish grading the other students’ papers. the silence made it even worse,interrupted in intervals by the old clock in his office. he called on you in class,told you to meet him in his office. as per usual. even if your peculiar relationship prevailed in the last few months you still felt uneasy sitting on the run down leather couch.

he seemed unusually tense this day. you noticed it even when he was teaching. he was jittery,getting easily annoyed by the students. you didn’t know what was up and you didn’t dare to ask. his huffing and sighing as he aggressively wrote something and tossed the papers to the side made your heart drop to your stomach. the anxiety in your chest making you fear what he had in store for you today. most days it was just you bent over his desk,your stockings torn as he pounded into you from behind. he was always aggressive with you. always pulling on your hair or giving you a few slaps to shut you up.

but on these days,when he was on the edge,he had the tendency to do much worse than tear your stockings and strike you across your face.

the sun had already set making the atmosphere even more agonizing. you just wanted to go home. “professor” your voice soft as you called out to him,afraid of disrupting the uncomfortable silence spread across the room. he didn’t budge,his head still in the papers. you sighed,deciding to not push it any further. you didn’t want to anger him even more. the coldness of the room gave you goosebumps,as a storm made its presence known outside. a harsh roar of thunder and heavy rain already littering the streets. and finally,professor crane stacked the papers and put them to the side.

but the anxiety in you swirled. his eyes met your for a second before he reached into his drawer pulling out a clear bag. “put this on” he threw it at you,the bag hitting your chest before falling on the couch next to you. examining the contents of the bag,inside was a neatly folded cheerleader uniform. it didn’t look brand new. in fact,it looked old. the fabric looked run down by time,though what caught your eye was the brown spots on the uniform. your brows furrowed,”is that bloo-“,your sentence was interrupted by professor crane sighing heavily.

“put it on.”

you looked up at him,still questioning the blood on the rusty uniform. “i don’t have all day” he said looking at his watch and leaning back on his chair. shutting your mouth,you pulled the uniform out from the bag. slowly,you started taking off your shirt,then stood up to unzip your skirt. you could feel his predatory gaze as you stripped in front of him. his eyes admiring the bruises on your body from the last time you two were together.

it was no secret that professor crane was a sadistic pervert. especially when it came to you. his eyes never leaving your body as you pulled over the top,then bent down to put on the skirt. getting a good view of your ass in your sheer stockings,he groaned quietly as he moved in his chair.

you turned to face him after you were done,feeling queasy about wearing an old bloody cheerleader outfit. he sat there for a few seconds before he ordered,”sit down”. you sat back down on the couch. watching him as he got off his chair and made his way to you. he sat down on the coffee table in front of you,sighing as he played with his watch. when he finally looked up,his eyes looked softer behind his glasses. his hand came up to caress your face,his fingers rough against your soft skin.

“sherry” he mumbled to himself.

your name is not sherry. who is sherry? was she the girl this uniform belonged to? was that her blood? you furrowed your brows at the name,opening your mouth to protest,but he just shushed you. his hand squeezing your chin as he spoke,”i will address you as sherry,and you’ll call me jonathan,got it?”. you were still confused,a million questions running through your head but you nodded. you were going to find out who this sherry was either way. you set your mind on that. “use your words,doll” his grip on your chin tightened.

“yes-“ you wanted to say professor,”jonathan”. he smiled,a soulless smile,”good girl”. his hand left your chin,his fingers ghosting your neck before stopping at the neckline. he took a deep breath. “i missed you” he mumbled,you could barely hear it. but you heard it. your expression remained stoic,you weren’t sure how to react to that statement. but by the looks of it,he wasn’t expecting a reaction. his fingers traced your collarbones before he spoke again,”did you miss me?”.

the lump in your throat got bigger as you nodded. again,not sure what response he was expecting. if he wanted to play a game with you,then he should’ve explained the rules first. he looked off to the side,and you weren’t sure if he was disappointed with your response. “no you didn’t” he sighed. “um…” you tried to fill in the awkward silence. what the hell was going on? why was he making you play this sherry character? who even was she? anger started to build in your stomach as those questions resurfaced again.

“did you kill her?”.

his icy blue eyes now gazed upon yours. if looks could kill,you were sure you’d be dead by now. you gulped,”sherry..i- mean”.

smack

his hand met your cheek in a harsh manner. so harsh,you fell to the floor. your cheek burned red,your vision getting blurry from the tears. “brat” he spat,”i did not give you permission to go out of character!”. oh he was insane. you already knew that,but this solidified it. his sick version of role playing made your chest tighten,as you began to sob on the floor. he stood up,yanking you by your hair. he brought you face to face to face with him,his hand now going to your neck.

pupils blown wide,he had this crazy look in his eyes. “you wanna know so bad” jonathan started rambling,an evil smile forming on his face. “yeah…i did kill her” your eyes widened,you weren’t really expecting this from your professor. even if he was crazy,you were expecting some sob story about how she was his first love and how she died tragically and he could never get over her or something like that. “why?” your voice was barely a whisper,fear rising in your chest as you were sure you crossed another boundary. “because she didn’t listen to me” he inhaled “just like you”. his grip on your neck tightening,you squirmed as you felt constricted.

“maybe i should kill you as well” removing his hand from your neck,jonathan shoved you to the floor. with the sole of his shoe he kicked you on the side of your face. you screamed from the impact,not expecting it. and then he did it again. and again. sometimes going lower and kicking you in the stomach. “are you going to listen to me now?” he stopped his assault as he crouched down to your level and gripped your face in his hand,giving you a light smack. your face was wet with tears as you nodded. clumped eyelashes looking up at him,his own blue eyes devoid of any emotion.

he threw you on the couch,getting on top of you. giving you another round of slaps on your face.

he started to rip your stockings,his hands shaking with anger. “professor-“ you whined at his aggression,but he interrupted you yelling,”i am not your professor!”. you shut your mouth,watching him take off his glasses with the same shaky hands and throwing them somewhere on the floor. after your stockings,he tore your panties with ease,as if he was possessed by some superhuman strength. “dumb bitches like you have no right to talk” he mumbled to himself,hands going to unbuckle his belt. “do you understand?” he said,taking out his hardened cock from his pants.

“yes,jonathan” you nodded,your tears staining your neck and the couch below. you didn’t dare to call him professor this time,in fear of him actually going through with his promise of killing you.

his bulbous head rubbed against your slit. humming with satisfaction at how wet you were becoming,he chuckled to himself. tapping his head on your clit a few times,he breached the barrier of your entrance. that was followed by a whine from you,still not used to his size. he didn’t give you time to adjust before he pushed his cock in your cunt completely.

“-ahh- always so tight for me” he groaned at the feeling of your warm walls around his girth,pulling him in,pulsating around him. it didn’t take long before he started pumping into you. “slow down,please pro-“ you were whining below him when his hand met the side of your face yet again. the sting from his assault earlier still present.

“you never listen to me,do you?” he started rambling,”girls like you never listen,always in their own world,always getting what they want”. he clicked his teeth as he continued,”airheads, that’s why you get thrown around later,that’s why you get abused,and then you cry about it” he said,his thrusts slowing down but still harsh enough to send you forward. “you and sherry,both useless” his hand rest on your neck now,lightly squeezing.

“are you going to kill me too,professor?”

his hand around your neck tightened at your words,veins protruding on his forehead from anger. “i could if i want to” he could feel your walls clench around him at his words. jonathan chuckled at your reaction,”dirty girl”. tears still spilled down your cheek,wetting his fingers. his blue eyes barely visible from his pupils,he stared down at your figure. face stained with tears,in sherry’s old uniform,your tights torn as his cock was splitting you open. he loved it. “i’m not going to kill you,darling” jonathan bent down to kiss you after he said that. a rare moment where he could be sweet. “but i’m going to hurt you,beyond repair” his thrusts became faster,sloppier.

you knew he was close,because after he said that he went quiet. just some huffs and groans falling from his lips. he always went quiet when he was close to cumming. your hand tried to pry off his hand on your neck,but his grip just tightened in response. closing his eyes,his breathing faltered as his hips flushed against yours. a loud groan spilled from his lips as he filled you up. ropes of white painting your walls. then he pulled out.

standing up,he watched his cum drip out of your cunt and down on the leather couch as he fastened his belt. it took you a few moments to pull yourself together,pushing yourself up on your elbows,wincing as the pain from his assault earlier shot through your body,you grabbed a few tissue from the coffee table to clean yourself. professor crane found his discarded glasses and put them on. running a hand through his hair as he straightened his suit.

he cleared his throat,”cmon,i’ll take you home”.

[gthmangl]

a teaser of what i’m working on

[gthmangl]

prescription

warnings: drugging,manipulation

jonathan crane x reader

“and your medication? have you been taking it regularly?”

“yes,dr.crane,always on schedule”

you answered,your fingers playing with the soft skin of your palms on your lap. he looked up from his notes,his eyes raking down your body for a split second. he didn’t look too convinced. the silence that filled the room made your heart skip a beat. the gloomy interior of his office and the rain paddling down on the windows didn’t do much to comfort you. he scribbled something in his notes again after studying your body language for a few seconds. always so stiff,biting on the inside of your cheek,creating indents with your nails on your palms. adorning a big soft sweater with a skirt. were you teasing him on purpose?

“alright”

sighing,he broke the silence.

“i want to put you on a different medication,something more potent,but i think it will be good for you” he explained, clasping his hands and putting them on the desk. your brows furrowed. you were doing perfectly fine with your treatment. “but why? im fine with my current medication” you objected, though you ended your sentence with slight uncertainty as dr.cranes deadly blue eyes locked with yours. sighing again,”yes but as your doctor,i am not seeing progress”. you looked at him dumbfounded. you thought you were making good progress till now. “i know what’s best for you,you may think you’re doing fine,but you’re not” his voice was raspy,different somehow. you nodded your head after all,not daring to question his knowledge and title as a psychiatrist.

“i have a sample here” he opened his drawer,pulling out a small baggie with a few pink pills inside. “i’d like you to try it here,now” “but why now” you interrupted. he didn’t look to pleased with being interrupted as he clicked his teeth,”as i said,it’s a little stronger than your current medication,i just want to make sure you’re not going to experience side effects”. standing up from his desk he walked over you,pulling out a pink pill from the bag. handing it to you,you took it with shaky hands. “w-what side effects?” his words instilled fear within you,even if most medications had side effects. “drowsiness,blurred vision…” he trailed on as his eyes studied the uncertain look on your face.

“will you be good for me and take it?”

he knew how to get under your skin. his voice dripping with authority,and like a scared child you took the pill from his hand,downing it with the now cold tea on the table. he still stood over you,hands in his pockets. waiting. his presence alone made you feel uneasy,your palms started to sweat,your heart beating rapidly in your chest. you didn’t know if it was the medicine or him hovering over you. “dr.crane…i don’t feel so good” you could barely get the words out,your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. his hand came to caress the side of your face,the coldness making you jolt a bit. “don’t worry” his voice now soft and weirdly comforting,as he caressed your face and waited for the pill to fully kick in.

as your vision started to blur,your consciousness slowly fading away,you could hear dr.crane sigh with relief,a chuckle escaping his throat. “don’t worry,my darling,i’ll take good care of you”.