#Dr. Crane Drabble

[darlingsfandom]

“Sacrifice”

kinktober day five.

pairing: Dr. Johnathan Crane x Patient Fem Reader!

tw: blood play, drugging, knife play!

No actual smut! A little nipple sucking but that’s it.

The moon light pooled into the room acting as the only light source while you laid upon the mattress in the corner. Everyone always said you’d end up here but you never listened and now you were paying the price.

You were on your side half asleep when the foot steps outside your cell grew louder making you sit up on your elbows until the clanking metal perked you up onto your feet. You walked out of the cell and looked around before you felt a hand around your throat and a damp cloth that had been laced with chloroform was covering your nose. Your heart was beating fast until your eyes felt heavy , body weak but as you passed out you never felt your body hit the floor.

The feeling of water slowly dripping onto your forehead eventually woke you. Everything felt hazy and heavy as you opened your eyes. You looked around to realize this room was somewhere you had never been and to be fair you had been in a few areas of the asylum.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” A voice spoke up as the figure walked closer to you , flicking a light on to make you squint before you realized that you were strapped down to an old hospital bed.

“Please!” You felt fear rush in your veins.

“Cute, already begging and I haven’t done a single thing to you.” The figure became a person as he stood in front of you with the light glowing behind him. Dr. Johnathan Crane, your psychiatrist. He stood there with his hands behind his back and tight lipped smile on his face as he observed you.

“Please Dr. Crane, don’t hurt me !” You whimpered as he circled the bed.

“Oh? You think I’m going to hurt you! That’s rich.” He stood in front of you. “No, well it might hurt a lot but you’re absolutely perfect for this.” He held out a needle before sticking it in your arm making you yell before trying to move and yet you couldn’t.

“What the fuck was that ?”

“You won’t be able to move, but you will be able to feel everything.” His lips turned into a sly smile as he ran his fingers over your lips. Crane tossed the needle away before he dimmed the lights , stood over you and watched you lay there with tears in your eyes. He walked over to a tray, examined it and grabbed something before he came back. “Like I said, you won’t move but this will hurt and it will be my pleasure.” He held out a knife and your skin went flush at the sight.

“PLEASE!!” You screamed in terror before the cold metal dragged into your soft thigh. The blood ran down your thigh making you cry. “Why are you doing this to me?” You sobbed.

Johnathan smirked as he ran his fingers through your blood and brought them to his mouth before licking them clean all while looking you in the eye.

It shouldn’t turn you on. It shouldn’t make you clench and yet it did. He stuck the knife into your other thigh making you cry as the blood dripped. Your mind and heart were racing as he laughed at how pathetic you were. Johnathan held up the knife and licked your blood from it. he was crazy, beyond crazy! How was this man a professional?

“ I know what you’re thinking sweetheart, how could I be head psychiatrist here when I’m clearly mad ?” He dragged the knife down your stomach at an agonizing pace that made your nipples hard. That part didn’t go unnoticed since he dragged his fingers through your bloody thighs and smeared it across them before he licked the blood off your nipples making a whimper leave your lips.

“Such a sweet sacrifice .” Crane licked his lips before he took the knife and completely cut the fabric of your gown to expose your whole body. “I knew you would be.” He pushed the fabric off of you before he set the knife down. “See, you’re the type girl who was just pushed too far. You lived up to everyone’s expectations but your own and snapped. Plus you add in your daddy and mommy issues it was no wonder I had to have you. You just go along with it and now, now you’re choosing to fight, well you tried to before I drugged you. A pretty girl like you, I’m trying a new drug on you, a little sacrifice for science.” He breathed in your face before kissing you gently which fogged up your judgement even more!

This man had drugged you, cut you and kissed you all in a day. Crane had a new toy, you and he was about to play with you until you were nothing but a broken doll for him because you were his, all his and he’d make sure the marks he left you on kept you in line.

[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."

[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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Updated: 10/25/23

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༺˚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❗️

[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.

[fkmarrycill]

Tumblr ate my original post, which only exists as a reblog that I can't edit. 😫😭😭😭 So, welcome to take two 🎬🎬…

Here are my stories for Cillian and some of his characters, also tagged #fkmarrycilllibrary. The most recent stories are listed first for each category.

These are mostly, but not all, smutty reads, noted by this handy symbol: 🔞.

I typically write one shots and drabbles, rather than chapter stories. Character stories are pretty true to canon, unless otherwise specified. Unless otherwise specified, RPF stories are AU in the same way--Cillian is single, with no kids.

I tend to not take requests, only because I am not the fastest of writers, and I don't want to leave anyone hanging. 🙃 But do send an idea if you have one--I've sometimes dropped everything to pursue a juicy idea. I'm chaotic like that. 😉

For more of my work, check out @brownskinsugarplum76 for Robert Plant (Led Zeppelin) stories, and @iggy-licious for Iggy Pop stories. We love a niche music fandom. 🥰

Last, please check for my perpetual reading list by searching #cillianwriterfam .

Thanks for stopping by and reading! Please feel free to comment or reblog! ❤️

Cillian RPF

🔞One Shot: Weekend in Bed

🔞One Shot: Pre-Gaming (Cillian x reader)

Cillian kiss drabble

Tommy Shelby, Peaky Blinders

🔞One Shot: A Small Favor (Tommy x reader)

🔞One Shot: At Ease (Tommy x OC)

One Shot: The Promise of Spring (Tommy x Lizzie)

🔞One Shot: Bad Things (Tommy x May Carleton)

Jackson Rippner, Red Eye

🔞Touch Me Tease Me Collection, Part 1 (Jackson x OC)

Dr. Jonathan Crane, Nolan Batman Trilogy

🔞WIP (Jonathan x reader)

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

DD Emoji Ask Game

I dunno if this has been done before, but I thought of it while at work and figured it'd be a fun thing to try out, so here goes~

This is an emoji/ask meme just for DD's characters, I've included all the popular ones (movies and TV only) I've seen in his tag with a whole ton of prompts that can be mixed and matched, so if that's something you'd also wanna try out then feel free to reblog, set your own rules/limitations for who/what you want, and take part with me 💗

Type (Optional)

🤔 Headcanon(s)

📖 Drabble

Characters

🤹 Abner Krill (The Suicide Squad)

🎆 Abra Kadabra (The Flash)

🕸 Bob Taylor (Prisoners)

🧛‍♂️ Dr Fearless

🤡 Dwight Pollard (Gotham)

😚 Hank (Virgin Alexander)

🦉 Jack Delroy (Late Night With the Devil)

👓 James Lewis (Teacher)

🚬 Johnson (Reprisal)

🖌️ Joshua Whitmore (Cass)

💻 Kurt (Ant-Man)

🥺 Lester Billings (The Boogeyman)

🔧 Lonny Crane (The Belko Experiment)

🔫 Murdoc (MacGyver 2016)

🙏 Piter De Vries (Dune)

⛓️ Ray Watkins (The Rookie)

💣 Simon Lynch (Almost Human)

🃏 Thomas Schiff (The Dark Knight)

⛵ Wojchek (The Last Voyage of the Demeter)

🥃 Wright (aka The Writer, Making Love)

🎲 Random

😶 Unlisted (Specify)

Prompts

😢 Angst

😊 Cute

💭 Dreams

🍼 Family

😨 Fear

🐑 Fluff

🤝 Friends

❣️ Happiness

💔 Hate

⛅ Hopes

🩹 Hurt/Comfort

❤️ Love

🎵 Music/Dancing

🤗 Platonic

🥰 Romantic

🔞 Smut

🌶️ Spicy

🍭 Sweet

🎯 Random

✏️ Unlisted (Specify)

[darthannie]

Hiya! I'm Annie.

I'm kinda new at this whole thing so bear with me as I figure this all out.

Right now I'll be writing for a few of Cillian Murphy's characters including, but not limited to:

Neil Lewis

Jonathan Crane

Jackson Rippner

Jim (The Delinquent Season)

Raymond Leon

Thomas Shelby

Requests are OPEN.

KINKTOBER '23 MASTERLIST

NEIL LEWIS

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

JONATHAN CRANE

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

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

JIM (THE DELINQUENT SEASON)

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

THOMAS SHELBY

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

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

[purplelurkinghini]

Hate at first sight scriddler? Lol

Send me a reverse trope + ship and I’ll finally write something a drabble

He thought he could stomach the sight of Jonathan Crane’s sour face from behind the burlap sack. However, him having cut holes for his steely blue eyes did mean Edward Nygma was getting cut to the bone.

‘When they told me you were going underground,’ he began, his baritone voice bouncing off of the concrete walls, ‘I assumed it would be a basement.’

‘How did you find me?’ The Riddler, the man who claims to have all the answers, asked.

‘I have your calling card,’ he motioned as if he was about to pull out such a card from one of the patches on his matted coat. After producing nothing save for an awkward silence, he proceeded. ‘Your clues, Edward.’

‘I left no prints, no paper-trail, no clues,’ he got heated, spitting fire directly into the man’s masked face as if to set it on fire.

‘You always do,’ he threw his eyes at him like daggers. ‘You can’t help yourself. Especially when you’ve failed to fill your prescription.’

‘I’m not your patient anymore, Crane!’

‘Not Crane,’ he corrected him, a needle suddenly appearing between the suffocating space between them. ‘Scarecrow.’

The first time Edward met him, he addressed him as Crane and doctor. But that was back when Dr. Jonathan Crane was still legally sane and working at Arkham Asylum. It was back when he still had power over Edward, still had a hold on his thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to get a hold of his patient’s mind back then. And he resented the doctor for it, for the sharpness of his eyes and how they sunk under his skin.

Now, as he is aquatinted with the Scarecrow for the first time, he sunk right back into those cold blue eyes and breathed in the burning flame that Dr. Crane had once ignited

‘You’re hiding in the dark like a rat, waiting for a bat to follow the breadcrumbs,’ Scarecrow spoke over the silence. ‘He’ll eat you alive, as he always does. Unless-’

‘Unless?’

‘We add poison at the end of the trail.’ The Scarecrow presented the syringe again. It was filled with distilated fear.

‘Are you making me an offer?’

‘No, Edward,’ he smiled behind the loose stitching, all chapped lips and yellowed teeth. ‘You’re asking me for help with your pest problem.’

Edward was ready to retch, to protest the man’s presumptions, when a shadow moved across his monitor: it was the pest passing a security camera.

‘I hate you.’

‘I know.’

[dracuno]

✧ . ° # ⁺ cillian murphy + characters . ‧ ❀

random brainrot i found confidence to write out + tiktoks + playlists

neil lewis (watching the detectives)

⟡ "knocked up" (prompt snippet)

⟡ "you know other women?" (prompt drabble)

⟡ neil & y/n stoned (tiktok)

robert fischer (inception)

⟡ him (tiktok/thats all u need 2 know)

matthew joy (in the heart of the sea)

⟡ "i told you i'd come back, right?"

jonathan breech (on the edge)

⟡ miserable but with u (playlist)

dr. jonathan crane (batman)

⟡ him as your therapist (drabble/hc)

⟡ giving him head during a trial (judge crane imagine) (v light nsfw)

[capr1pengu1n]

Masterlist:

Edward Nygma/The Riddler:

⊹ You’re bleeding magic out somehow. - your boyfriend, The Riddler, decides to share you with his colleague, Harley Quinn

⊹ Twist the knife like it’s something to do - when Nightwing asks you to stake out The Riddler in his warehouse, you come to realise you've played right into his hands

⊹ A little victimless crime - upon losing a bet, your consequence is to dress up in an outfit of Edward's choosing, while he shares you with his colleague, Jonathan Crane

⊹ And when I'm taking your innocence - After Edward last shared you with his criminal partner, a hidden outfit leads to yet another encounter between you three; one that has unforeseen results. (part two)

⊹ I’ll break your pretty face - After solving your rival's incessant riddles, you're face to face with the man who has been giving you a headache for months now. But with emotions bubbling to the surface, you find out just how much your rival hates to feel about you.

⊹ Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue - While on shift at Arkham Asylum, what should be a routine check on an injured inmate turns into something a whole lot more. (Assault on Arkham!Edward)

⊹ So let's all pretend that we are undead - After an encounter with something you're sure wasn't human, you come to find that he can't seem to keep himself away from you (vampire au)

⊹ If you've got to spend your time, oh won't you spend it with me? - After a long day, Edward finds a solace in your bed that he can only get from you (fluff)

⊹ Until the lights go down - Under Edward's protection in Arkham City, you quickly become bored of your routine, and hope to spice up your time by seducing your lover (Arkham City!Edward)

Eddie can't stfu during sex drabble

making out with the riddler drabble

Harley Quinn:

⊹ You’re bleeding magic out somehow. - your boyfriend, The Riddler, decides to share you with his colleague, Harley Quinn

⊹ Let's go paint the town on our way home - After her latest crime, Harley comes home and wants nothing more than to rail her girlfriend in her adrenaline fueled state.

Dr Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow:

⊹ A little victimless crime - upon losing a bet, your consequence is to dress up in an outfit of Edward's choosing, while he shares you with his colleague, Jonathan Crane

⊹ And when I'm taking your innocence - After Edward last shared you with his criminal partner, a hidden outfit leads to yet another encounter between you three; one that has unforeseen results. (part two)

⊹ Be advised, no restitution comes tonight - Reluctantly agreeing to attend a Halloween party, once Jonathan sees you in your outfit, he can't seem to keep his hands to himself

[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.

[mypoisonedvine]

please read the warnings on every fic before clicking 'keep reading'! if you enjoy, please reblog and consider commenting. all my works are 18+ only.

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[bruniciobrunaldo]

Hello, my name is Bruno, I'm 21 and I'm trying to get back on track with writing (also lost my old account) I'm thinking of using this account to express my love for all the fictional characters I love (not only Ash)

Either way, I write for different fandoms, being my thing writing for male readers and readers under the trans umbrella mostly

Who I write for

Slashers

Michael Myers (RZ's too)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Candyman

Leatherface (Bubba Sawyer)

Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt)

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Pinhead

Billy Lenz

Ghostface (Billy Loomis, Stu Macher and Mickey Altieri)

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise (1991 and 2017)

Leslie Vernon

Josef (Creep)

Kurt Kunkle

Norman Bates

Martin (1977)

The Creeper (Creepers Jeepers)

Albert Shaw/The Grabber

Marvel

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Loki

Mantis

Nebula

Peter Quill/Starlord

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Deadpool

Quicksilver (any)

Jack Russell

Steven Grant

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Peter Parker (any)

Doc Ock (Olivia or Otto)

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

George Stacy

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

DC

(movie or series versions)

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Edward Nygma

Edward Nashton

Arthur Fleck

Joker (Ledger)

Oswald Cobblepot

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot-Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen/Flash (movie only)

Ratcatcher 2

Rick Flag

Chris Smith/Peacemaker

Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Disney

Quasimodo

Judge Frollo

Dr. Facilier

Scar

Lottie LaBouf

Jim Hawkins

Madrigal family

Dead by Daylight

David King

Jeff Johanssen

Ace Visconti

Jane Romero

Kate Denson

Felix Richter

Mikaela Reid

Vittorio Toscano

The Trapper

The Nurse

The Doctor

The Huntress

The Legion

Oni

Trickster

Skull Merchant

Other characters

Ash Williams

Carrie White

Dewey Riley

Robert Van Helsing

Coach Boomer

Jareth The Goblin King

Willy Wonka (Chalamet's)

Renfield

Dracula

The Janitor (Willy's Wonderland)

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Dewey Finn

Beetlejuice (Keaton's)

Hellboy

Abe Sapiens

Prince Nuada

Oc

Mostly for nsfw purposes (mainly monsters)

Yes!

One-shots

Hcs

Drabbles

Nsfw

Freaky nsfw (the monsterfucker kind)

Gore

No!

Long fics

Omegaverse

Scat/Puke

[bump1nthen1ght]

may i request a drabble of a reader (any gender or lack therof that you please) with a goblin partner, maybe with a meet cute in a research/academic setting? Thank you so much :)

Of course Anon! We need more goblin stuff in the world. I also loooved doing stuff in an academic setting, as y'all can tell my inner nerd came out in some parts of this piece. Hope you enjoy!

Gender Neutral!Reader x Nonbinary! Goblin: Meet cute

You have a complicated relationship with your University’s library.

On one hand, you love it. It’s big, close to your apartment, and astoundingly beautiful. The architecture feels like it's ripped straight from the 20th century, with vaulted ceilings, dark wood and stained glass windows. The dustiness and history is perfect for setting the studying mood, the library never getting too rowdy even during its most crowded time.

On the other hand, it’s so fucking old that nothing is done efficiently. The bookshelves are all stretched up to the ceiling with no regards to the non-flying species students and the categorical system is ancient enough that there are no computer versions of anything. If you’re looking for a book you just pray it's been properly shelved, low to the ground, with big obvious letters. Otherwise you have to flag down the librarian or one of her many assistants.

Today is one of those days where your complex feelings come to a head. Yeah, the atmosphere has certainly stirred you to read those archived experimental reviews you’ve been procrastinating. And yes, you have no idea where to find it because the First Last Name in the paper starts with an X and you’ve got NO clue where it is. You’ve been wandering 20 minutes; spending 15 minutes trying to convince yourself you don’t need help and another five trying to find an assistant to guide you.

You finally come upon a step ladder, ridden by a small figure around 10 feet above you.

“Excuse me!” You whisper-scream. The assistants' large, green ears perk up, and one swivels back to better hear you. “Do you perchance know where I could find articles by a Dr. Xander?”

The assistant’s tail fidgets back and forth, ears turning back before they finally lean back and look down at you. Even from so far up, their yellow eyes seem to glow in the shadowed ceiling.

“Sorry, what was that?” The goblin assistant whisper-screams back.

“Um, Dr. Xander-” You say at your normal tone, promptly shushed by someone another bookshelf over. You huff and go back to whispering. “A Dr. Xander? It’s a scientific article but I couldn’t find the X section-”

“What?” The assistant says again, now speaking normally, craning their back and pointing their ear downward.

“Dr. Xander-” Another shush. Jeez, why can they speak normally but not you? “Dr. Xanders article about in the most recent Science?”

The assistant leans down further, mouth opening for another “What?” When the step ladder begins to shudder and shake. Your brain goes into bullet time, seeing the assistants flailing arms trying to regain their grip in slow motion as you grab the bottom of the step ladder to steady it. But the momentum forward only makes the goblin’s feet slip off the sides, throwing them backward and falling down.

Your heels scuff against the carpet as you propel back as well, arms thrown out in your own attempt to balance yourself. The goblin screeches at a high pitch and you yelp, realizing how fast and far they are coming at you. But as if possessed by a cheerleader, You outstretch your arms, bracing your stomach and clenching you legs.

The colors are all a blur, but you somehow keep your eyes open, only coming back into focus when looking down.

The goblin breathes heavily in your arms, bright yellow eyes wide with slitted pupils. A dark green blush paints their cheeks, your arms having scooped them down in a bridal position, faces a romantic distance away from each other.

You feel your own face get hot with embarrassment and adrenaline, still shocked you were able to catch them at all.

“Uhm, you can let me down now.” They whisper.

You bumble through a “Oh yeah, of course”, bareky making sensible words as you let them down. Blood pumping so hard you can practically feel it in your veins.

The assistant straightens out their vest, brushing their hair back into it’s combed style and taking a deep breath. If not for their thrashing tail, you wouldn't have thought the fall barely phased them.

“Thank you very much for..catching me. I imagine that would’ve been quite the injury if you had not.”

“Oh yeah! No problem, no problem.” You mutter, fiddling with the hem of your T-shirt. Their eyes are so bright, their demeanor so smart, it only adds to your flustered state. “Happy to help.”

“Indeed, it is most appreciated.” They tuck a loose strand of hair behind their ear. “Now that I’m down here, what can I help you with?” Utterly shocked by their resounding professionalism, you stammer out the Last Name your looking for. “Ah, that should be in the fourth stack back there, on the 5th shelf. I’ll lead you to it, the lights are busted in that section so it can be a bit difficult to navigate.”

“Oh, thats alright. I don’t want to be a bother-”

They hold out their palm, just the slightest bit indignant.

“I insist.” Their pleated shoes click as they shuffle past you. You pull up the strap of your backpack, trying to brush back your own hair to seem as put together as they are.

The two of you scurry past several larger than life bookshelves, taking several sharp turns in a random order. You become thankful on the assistant insiting they help; you definitely would’ve gotten lost.

“May I ask what your researching? If it is not too invasive a question.”

“Yeah, of course! I’m actually interning in Dr. Close’s lab right now, working with hummingbirds.” The assistant takes another sharp turn, leaving to follow their tail as a waypoint. “This paper has some interesting data, so I’m trying to see if it can inform my future research. I’m trying to dive more into torpor.”

“Fascinating.” They murmur, finally stopping at a bookshelf, gazing upwards towards a higher shelf. “And what got you interested in it?”

Your lips curl up in a smile, that giddiness when talking about your field.

“Well, hummingbirds already have a crazy metabolism, so the fact they can just slow it and their heart rate down is fascinating. I mean, their eggs are barely bigger than a pea yet they burn through so much nectar and use it so efficiently, all while hasically dropping into a coma for part of they year. It’s just- how did they even evolve to do that? Its such brilliant machinery-” You realize your rambling, the assistant’s big yellow eyes looking intrntly at your gesticulations, paused in their search for a book. “Sorry, I bet it seems silly, getting worked up over such a tiny thing.”

But the assistant just smiles, wirey and relaxed. Their ears flicker in amusement and you can feel your nerves ease.

“Don’t be. All pursuit of knowledge is admirable. Those who look down upon the little things often are ignorant of what the big things even mean. Plus-” they turn back to the books, standing up on their toes to reach for your article. “-you eloquate so expressively, it’s hard to not get excited as well.”

Your face groes hot, twirling a baby strand of hair.

“Thank you. You s-speak rather eloquently too.”

“I read a lot.” They lean up again, jumping just a centimeter off the ground, but their fingertips barely graze the end of the book. Their cheeks flush that embarrassed green again, but they don’t look to you for help.

“I can get that.” They nod, brushing their hair back again in what must be their nervous habit. The book is farther back on the shelf, making you perch on the balls of your feet, but you are able to grab the cover with little issue.

(The bottom of your shirt rises as you do, exposing a small bit of your stomach. You don’t notice, but the assistant does, forcing their gaze away as they feel their ears grow hot.)

The scientific journal has a bright picture of a bird on the front, the name of the article you're searching for flashing as you flip through the pages.

“This is perfect, thank you so much!”

“It was no problem, dearie, all in a day's work. Here, I can escort you to the main stacks, this back area is like a dungeon.”

You nod, still thumbing through the journal. There are some interesting articles in here, maybe you’ll find more interesting data to look at.

Once you reach the lighter part of the library you tuck the journal into your side bag and try to match pace with the assistant.

“I can’t thank you enough for the help. I seriously would have never found it without you.”

“It is no problem, if anything I’m repaying you for catching me.”

You rub the back of your neck, eyes darting upward to avoid contact. You’d been trying to push that to the back of your mind, forcing yourself not feel awkward about it. “O-oh that was nothing. I was just at the right place at the right time. Honestly, I’m usually pretty clums-”

With a squeal and dose of irony, the tip of your shoe catches on a raised patch of carpet. You arms flail outward as you try to catch yourself, but instead a small hand pulls you back by the wrist, grip leveraged by their tail now wrapped around one of your legs. You stumble backwards, but a hand lies on your lower back, steadying your posture.

“Yeah, that’s more like me.” You half joke, slimy embarrassment running down your spine.

Behind you the assistant chuckles. Their tail unwraps from your leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You turn towards the exit, trying to leave some dignity intact, although you can see yourself screaming about this in the car.

“Thanks again. You’ve been a huge help, in more ways than one.” You brush some imaginary dust off your shirt, trying to seem cool, calm, and collected.

“It’s no issue. Could I get your name?”

“Oh! Y-yes, it’s ____.”

“Pleasure to meet you, ____. I’m Revike.” They step back, adjusting their suspenders. “And I hope to see you again.”

“Me too. Though helpfully I won’t need so much help next time.”

“Like I said, it’s no issue.” They give you a tiny smirk. “I’m a librarian after all, its my job to look after priceless works.”

You’re sure you look like a cartoon character, eyes bulging out as Revike leaves you with a wink, trying not to giggle like a middle schooler.

Welp, seems like you’ll be going to the library more often.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Dr Peter Andover x Reader || Drabble

Plot: In this issue of 'making Peter take care of his mental health', you decide to enlist a rabbit for some animal therapy. 🐇🐇🐇

Warnings: This is just very fluffy!! Pun totally intended 😄 ^^

"Hey Dr!" You call cheerfully, letting yourself right on into his office and completely ignoring his dead-eyes as he looks up deadpanned from his paperwork and you click the door shut again behind you. Waltzing steadily right up to the desk, you carefully lug a pet carrier with you and heave it gently onto it. "How're you today?"

"Fine... " His voice is full of exhaustion, heavy with melancholy, before his eyes flicker towards the carrier and theirs lift in his tone when he speaks next; though he does not look any better, yet. "What's that?"

Going ahead and unlatching the compartment door, you reach in and give whatever is inside a few sweet pets. "A bunny. Her name's Ghost."

Dr Andover's eyes follow you as you lift Ghost out of the carrier door and into your arms, giving the little rabbit more pets. She's quite fluffy, a beatiful pure white colour like his hair, and quite calm. Sweet and happy in your arms. "And uh, why do you have Ghost with you??"

"She's for you." You tell him bluntly, gesturing at him with your free arm to push his chair back from the desk. "Go on- Put your pen down."

"What- " Dropping the pen, Peter is sits back so confused, mind still thick with terrible thoughts and a mountain of paperwork he has to complete. And- and now there's a rabbit and he-- oh god is it Easter already?? No, surely not-

"Ghost is living with me while her momma, my sister, is outta town- and she is very lovely. Though she's been eating my wicker laundry basket." Making dissappointed tut tut tut noises, you gradually round the desk until Peter's craning his neck back to look skeptical at you. "I just thought she would like to meet you."

"You what- "

Now standing right by the doctor, his hands conveniently set on the arms of his desk chair leaving room on his lap (Now is the monent to strike, you're thinking. Before he understands and kicks you out. Well, tries to), you tilt your head at him. "You don't have any allergies, do you?"

"Uh, no."

You give a peculiar look. "Scared?"

Vaguely, through the bafflement and the dark clouds in his eyes, Dr Fearless looks insulted at that. "Of a rabbit?"

"Didn't think so." Okay great. Ever so carefully you lean down and release the warm little bunny in Dr Andover's lap even as his mouth falls open to protest. "Careful... "

As you straighten up and set your hand on the back of Peter's chair, you watch the bunny rabbit step around in his lap for a few moments and smell at him with her little twitchy whiskery nose with a bemused look on your face- because almost as soon as Ghosts weight settled in his lap, Peter's whole body relaxed and he offered his fingers to Ghost for a curious sniff. "Oh- Hello, there... you're cute, I'll admit... "

A little grin quirks at the corner of your mouth as Peter almost immediately bonds with the little rabbit. A grin slip across his tired, haggard face as Ghost pats up the mans chest, reaching for his face, and yours widens.

For a few minutes you stand there, just making sure that Peter is fully emursed in the 'therapy', stroking Ghosts back with his whole hand and totally focused on the feel, before you step away and quietly just start to tidy up the office a little.

"... very slick, Y/N."

"-Hm?" You look up from the plate of mugs you've gathered and faking confusion. Whatever do you mean, sir?? I'm a simple person just bringing a rabbit into work for show and tell.

He's looking up the tiniest smirk is playing at the corner of his mouth for a moment, looking like he's going to call you out, Ghost still snuggled in his lap- until he just gently shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "I don't know. Dont worry." He does know- but he looks back down to Ghost with lovely soft eyes and you sigh; continuing to collect dirty dishes strength about the little well-decorated room.

Peter sits with Ghost for a good half an hour before snapping back to his work-mind, and making you leave. He did ask you to bring Ghost back again tomorrow, though, 'if it happens to cross your mind'.