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cillians-sweetheart · 12 days ago

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Can you do a Jonathan Crane x depressed reader with smut he falls in love with her

yesss! (apologies If this is not exactly what you wanted, I've just gotten so used to writing messed up fanfics😭)

Doctors Orders - Johnathan Crane

Dr Crane (30) x Naive!Depressed!Reader (18)

Plot: Y/N is depressed, and lonely, and seeks reassurance and help from Dr Johnathan Crane. But instead he falls in love, and manipulates and takes advantage of her for his own twisted pleasure.

Content: talk of depression and daddy issues, manipulation, dub-con, smut, oral (m), unprotected pv, dry rubbing/handjob (m), pet names, daddy kink, rough sex, breeding, age-gap

With a heavy pressure in my chest, and a shiver in my legs, I entered the gloomy office of my new psychiatrist. He sat with a perfect posture in the leather chair larger than him. His hands crossed neatly and an unsettling look in his piercing blue eyes.

“Dr Crane” He introduced me with an easy but stern voice. “Sit”.

His eyes through his glasses pointing to the chair opposite of his desk. I moved quickly, My dress flowed with my subtle movements, to obey and sat in the chair, looking forward to his sharp face. I noticed his eyes taking a glance at every feature of my young face. Eventually with his stabbing stare, I got uneasy and looked to my lap. “So…Y/N” He said, reading from the chart in front of him. “What seems to be the problem?” His eyes return to me from the paper.

“I am um… just struggling…”

“With?”

“I always feel like I am empty and that everyday is the same draining routine. Most of the time I don’t even want to wake up..” My fingers fidgeted in my lap, and my eyes remained down in shame of my feelings.

“And why do you think that is?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair.

“I don’t really have any friends… or family to be honest”

“Are you an orphan?” His head tilted.

I looked up at him in confusion. “No, my dad just doesn't acknowledge I exist most of the time.”

“I see.” He nodded and gently pushed his glasses up the bridge of his perfectly shaped nose. “So you are lonely? Per say.” I nodded in response. A devious smirk grew on his plump lips. “Mhm… you just want to be loved, don’t you?” His silky voice had an attraction on my body, making me melt, and believe his every word.

I nodded again, unable to tear my eyes away from his personable face.

“Good… Good…” He nodded slowly. “And why do you think no one would love a doll like you.” He purred low under his tone.

“I-I don't know…” I replied shyly. “They just don’t..”

“It makes you sad, doesn't it?” He changed his tone, and body language to appear as though he were being empathetic. Even though it was nothing but his twisted trap to lure me in and use me like his toy. But of course no one but him knew that.

“Mhm” I nodded. My eyes; big and pure looking at him.

“Aw, poor, poor girl…” He shook his head slowly. “You just want to be happy, and loved, don't you?” Again I nodded. Falling deeper and deeper into the hole he is digging in my fragile heart. “Well, I know how to make you happy, my dear.”

“Really?” My voice was delicate and my eyes watery.

“Of course.” He chuckled quietly at me. Seeing how mesmerised I was by him, the words he spoke to me, he adored just how desperate for love I was. And how easy I was to manipulate, and break into pieces. “I can give you all the love you want…”

My eyes lit up at his words. Dr Crane was just hysterical with himself at how vulnerable and eager I was for him. “Please…” I said just under my breath. My body, and eyes felt as if they were sinking into the floor as I stared at his perfect, perfect face.

“My sweet doll… all you have to do is listen to me. Can you do that?”

I nodded quickly, willing to do anything in my power at that very moment for him. My psychiatrist I just met.

“That’s a good girl…” He leaned back in his chair. “Come.” He demanded, motioning me to go to him.

I stood from the chair -and with my eyes still melted onto his face- I walked around his desk and in front of him. Standing between his spreading legs.

“Sit.” He pointed to the floor below him. In an instant I fell to the floor, sitting on my knees between his legs. My innocent eyes laid upon him above me, reading to do anything in his command. Dr crane groaned in satisfaction at the sight of me sitting before him. So, so easy I was.

“Good…” His voice was low, and seductive. “If you behave yourself, and be my obedient doll, I will give you all the love in the world.” He said to me in a sarcastic tone I hadn’t recognised while leaning down closer to my face. “You’d like that… Wouldn’t you? Me loving you and being the daddy you deserve."

“Mhm” I nodded. My thighs shuffled just inches closer to him.

“You do everything I say, and you can be all mine. Understood?”

“Yes…”

He paused for a moment. Staring at my face. Desire, and corrupt in his blue eyes.

Dr Crane’s hand came down onto my face. Gently he stroked my hair, down to my soft cheek. My eyes closed as I melted into his comforting touch. “My pretty girl…” He said softly. “So pretty.” His tone lowered, and his other hand undid the button of his pants.

I hadn't noticed anything he had been doing besides the feeling of his hand on my skin.

"Do you want to please me, my doll?"

My eyes opened -and with my face still in his hand- I nodded honestly.

"Mhm... and you love daddy don't you?" His hand slowly continued to undo his pants. Dr crane chuckled to himself, "That's a dumb question. Of course you do."

"Do you love me...?" I asked fearfully but my eyes were praying for his acceptance.

"Sure" He smirked. "But if you want all my love, you my dear, are going to show me just how much you love daddy. Okay?"

"Mhm. I'll do whatever you want...I promise."

"Really?" His zipper came down. "Anything for me?"

"Yes"

Dr Crane smirked to himself at how much easier this was then he could've ever expected. "That's a good girl... Give me your hand."

I lifted my hand to him and he roughly grabbed onto it and held it over his hard lap. My eyes widened and my body froze. Through my hand I felt movement and Dr Crane's grip becoming tighter on my delicate hand. With his, he moved my hand along the growing bulge. My eyes stared at the lengthening shape forming through the tightening fabric of his pants.

"You like that?" He asked lustfully.

I was frozen in the moment, not knowing what to say, or do, with the growing sensations of my own. My thighs squeezed tight together, and I still had not looked away from his stiff, covered cock.

Eventually coming out from my daze just slightly, I nodded and on my own, continued to rub him.

He lifted his hand off mine and let me touch him freely. Crane winced and groaned at my gentle hands on his throbbing cock. To my eyes it looked as if It were going to break out from his pants because of the size, and tightness. So to be the obedient little girl I promised I'd be, I thought it wouldn't hurt to go further. I reached under the hem of his pants and onto the hot, hard skin underneath.

"Good..." He purred. "just like that sweetheart."

He was incredibly pleased at me doing what he wanted without even asking. My ability to somewhat read his mind, and lustful fantasies he wished for us.

Holding his warm cock, I slowly pulled it out in front of my innocent eyes. He groaned as my hand moved along the length. I was stunned at the sight, never seeing such a thing. The flesh between my legs pulsed and itched with a growing, sensitve sensation.

“Oh, such a sweet thing” He praised while stroking my hair. My eyes glared up to his, my hand still gripping around him. “Show daddy you love him…” He spoke with his eyes penetrating through mine.

I nodded with obedience. And not so sure of what to do, I had just gently stroked him. With his hand he rubbed and caressed my face and cheeks in admiration, but also lust. I could feel the subtle movements of twitches and pulses in my hand. My eyes; unable to peel from the beauty of him. Of his cock, and alluring face.

Dr Crane's hand grabbed at the back of my head. Roughly but not painfully. “Open your mouth baby doll…” He purred, staring at my little lips. I looked at him and slowly opened my mouth with confusion. Before I could take an inhale he pressed onto my head and filled my mouth with his thick cock. He held onto my hair while I choked from the suddenness. “Suck.” He demanded. I instantly sucked in my cheeks. The soft flesh from within my mouth was tightening around him. With his grip in my hair he pushed my head down, and up. Forcing me into swallowing his every inch.

It was an experience I felt guilty enjoying. It felt so strange, but tasted so oddly pleasurable.

Dr Crane’s hand gently began to lift from my hand. It was his message for me now to do all the work. As he removed his hand, I slowly and un-surely kept going. Gently stroking, and sucking his perfect cock with my soft lips.

He hadn’t made much noise until my lips would come up and suck around his pink tip. From there he’d groan, and his hands would grip tightly onto his chair.

“Mmm… Good girl…” He groaned with his voice low. Eventually my slow pace and inexperience became not enough for him. He had to feel more. Feel the sweet sensations of virginity on his cock. With his impatience he demanded down to me, “Get up.”

I lifted my head from his lap and with shaky legs stood from the floor. As I came to my feet his rough hands grabbed onto my hips, and he forced my stomach and chest down onto the hard wood of his desk. My cheek laid against the desk and I stared at the wall. My legs, and body are shaking.

I felt Dr Crane’s hips, and his hard cock, against mine. He lifted the dress and ripped through my thin panties. I could hear him quietly chuckling to himself feeling the wet fabric, and then my wet skin. My legs twitched as his cock rubbed through my wetness and against my sensitive clit. I whimpered from the ticklish pleasure and squirmed against him uncontrollably.

His hands grabbed tightly onto the bare skin of my hips, and butt. In a quick movement his cock was pushed deep into my virgin hole. I cried out a whimper, and moaned. So many sounds of pain and pleasure combined. He beat me with his cock, loving the look of me bent over his desk and suffering with the intensity.

Uncontrollable moans, and cries escaped my lips. I tried to stay quiet but it was impossible. It felt as if he were ripping me open, but also caressing my pussy with such pleasure.

Each thrust of his hips -his cock sinking deeper with each one- made my wetness drip for my used hole, and along my thighs. I held my hand over my mouth to mumble my embarrassment, my moans.

From behind me I could hear his sweet groans of pleasure as he used my body like a toy. Using me in a way I hated to admit that I loved too much. My legs shook and my cries and whimpers got louder, and more frequent with his every movement. My insides sunk inside of me, feeling as if my little pussy were going to explode.

“You like daddy’s cock don’t you?” He taunted, still pounding aggressively into me. “Mmm… so tight and perfect… your pretty pussy will never be the same after this…” He whispered down to me. I felt sick, but also like that ticklish sensation was becoming too much for me to handle. And to my surprise I finally did explode. I felt wetness spread and drip down my legs. The pleasure becomes increasingly intense. It felt as though I were going to cry. My legs shook profusely, and I melted on Dr Crane’s cock.

He smirked and chuckled at me, still thrusting incredibly hard into me. My quick but also first orgasm was amusing to him. And soon after several bruising thrusts, He groaned, and moaned, filling my used little pussy with his thick cum.

He leaned down to me, close to my face and whispered to me, “I’d like to see you in my office next week. My sweet obedient girl."

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theyaluvmee · 1 year ago

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Pretty Little Slut || Johnathan Crane

WARNINGS |🦢| ; PinV , unprotected sex , slight breeding (no mention) , like no talking bc idk how to do human interactions very well , dirty talk , out of character Johnathan (prob) , describes his dick a lot smut , fluff .

Johnathan has never been one to be…expressive. You were the one who confessed first, you were the one to say ‘I love you’ first, and you weren’t the one to initiate sex first?

It was an unusually hard day for him, he came home angry, his coworker was on his trail, and needy, because he couldn’t get you off his mind.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling on your phone. You were waiting for him to get home, already in your pajamas (which consisted of pink panties and a plain white shirt you stole from him) when he entered the kitchen, grabbing your phone and setting it aside. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, his hands running up your sides, snaking to cup your breasts through the shirt.

“Missed you so much baby,” He mutters, his kisses starting to trail down to your jaw. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you,”

His hand trails down to your panties, his skilled fingers softly tracing the rim, the cute little bow on the top, your thighs, anywhere he can touch that will turn you on as much as he was.

“John I swear to god if you don’t-“ You start before being cut off by a low moan, he had ripped your panties off. His breath was heavy but he didn’t touch you. He pulled you off the counter by your hips, sending you onto your knees in front of him.

He looks down at you, grabbing the back of your head and shoving it into his pelvis. “You feel how hard I am? All because of you, imagining your slutty little mouth sucking my cock,” He says, you feel wetness pooling in your cunt, most definitely wetting the floor.

You don’t waste any time unbuckling his pants and boxers, pulling them down so they pooled at his ankles. You grabbed the base, Johnathan watching every move, and started to give sloppy kisses to the angry red tip. You could already taste the salty pre-cum when you licked your lips, your tongue darting out so you could rest his heavy cock on your tongue. Your lips wrap around him. Your eyes never leaving his, even when they fill with tears at the stretch.

His hands collect your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he guides your head along his cock, your tongue feeling every vein. You pulled off just enough for his head to be in your mouth, your tongue swirling just where the head and shaft meet, a spot you knew Johnathan melted at. And you were right, his head tilts back and his mouth was slightly agape, his breathing heavy as low pants leave his mouth.

“Fucking hell, such a slut, My pretty little slut.” He moans out. He forces your head down harder, faster. He’s definitely close. Your hands hold onto his thighs for stability, especially when you feel his warm cum shoot down your throat, his eyes rolling back as he releases.

After he regains himself he pulls you up by the hair. He smashes his lips back onto yours, lifting you up to sit you onto the counter. His hands force your legs apart.

“Such a pretty little cunt huh? All wet and needy for me?” He says in a mocking tone, giving your pussy a small smack before grabbing his cock, lining it up with your entrance and pushing it in all at once.

You moan at the intrusion, your throat already raw from when he fucked it. He pushes the shirt up just enough for your tits to show. He roughly pinches your nipples, your body jolting at the feeling.

His pace is rough and fast. One hand presses on your lower abdomen and another holds the cabinet above you. Your ass hangs off the counter, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he fucks you in every since of the word.

“Yeah? Nobody fucks you like I do, but you already know that huh baby,”

He states, the hand that was holding the cabinet coming down to move some hair off of your forehead.

His hips crash into yours, soft groans and pants leave his throat. The hand that was pressing down on your lower abdomen move down to play with your puffy clit, his thumb rubbing fast and tight circles on it.

“G-g’nna cum! Johnny pleasee,” You moan out, eyes rolling back as your back arches. Your hands search for his arms, grabbing the muscle tightly as you cum.

Your walls clench tightly around him, setting off his orgasm. He bends down to bite at your breasts, angry red marks that would be sure to bruise by tomorrow. You felt the warm sticky ropes in you as he came, his hips slowing as to make sure to get every last drop, filling you.

As he came down from his high his head rested on your chest, peppering small kisses along your breasts, being extra careful at the parts he had just attacked. He had pulled out some time later, feeling his cum leaking out of you making small ‘plap!’ sounds as they hit the floor. This makes Johnathan laugh softly, kissing your forehead before taking you to the bathroom to clean you both up.

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 9 months ago

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Masterlist (Cillianmesoftlyyy)

Last updated: 12/10/24

As requested, here yah go my lovelies! Series are indented separately to keep them together. One-shot stories are listed in numbered format. Requested fics have a "⭐️"

Neil Lewis (Watching the Detectives 2007):

The Gumshoe is a Girl's Best Friend (fluff)

Horror Movies (smut) Horror Movies Pt 1 Horror Movies Pt2

As You Wish (smut) As You Wish Pt 1 As You Wish Pt 2 ⭐️

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders):

In Love, in War (smut): In Love, in War Pt 1 In Love, in War Pt 2 In Love, in War Pt 3 In Love, in War Pt 4 In Love, in War Pt 5

At the Cabaret: At the Cabaret Pt 1 At the Cabaret Pt 2 At the Cabaret Pt 3 At the Cabaret Pt 4 At the Cabaret Pt 5

Take It on the Run (smut): Take It on the Run Take It on the Run Pt 2

Cillian Murphy:

Under the Weather (fluff)

Method Acting (smut)

So New (fluff)

Like a Good Neighbor... (smut)

Cut the Shit-delusion, Sweetheart (fluff)

Nerves (smut) ⭐️

Dr. Jonathan Crane (Batman Trilogy):

The Experiment (smut + my first work) The Experiment Pt 1 The Experiment Pt 2 The Experiment Pt 3

I Can Fix That... (smut) I Can Fix That Pt 1 I Can Fix That Pt 2 I Can Fix That Pt 3 I Can Fix That Pt 4

Moth to a Flame (smut) Moth to the Flame Pt 1 Moth to the Flame Pt 2 Moth to the Flame Pt 3 Moth to the Flame Pt 4

Jonathan Breech (On the Edge 2001):

The Ward (smut) The Ward Pt 1 The Ward Pt 2 The Ward Pt 3

Tom (The Party 2017):

Sweet Revenge (smut)

Agent Lenny Miller (Anna 2019):

How About It, Agent Miller? (smut)

William Killick (The Edge of Love 2009):

What I Want... (smut) What I Want... What I Want... Pt 2 ⭐️

Matthew Joy (In the Heart of the Sea 2015):

Wary Sailor (smut) Wary Sailor Pt. 1 Wary Sailor Pt. 2 Wary Sailor Pt. 3 Wary Sailor Pt. 4 Wary Sailor Pt. 5

The Castaway (fluff/smut) The Castaway Pt. 1 ⭐️

Mike Kiernan (Broken 2012):

Academic Validation (fluff)

Raymond Leon (In Time 2011)

Do You Know How to Bend? (smut)

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peaky1wh0re · 10 months ago

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You can be my daddy

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby #thomas shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #Spotify #johnathan crane #jonathan crane #jonathan crane smut #Jonathan crane × reader

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mushies-stories · 1 year ago

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involuntary experiment

Jonathan Crane X F!Reader

Summary: Scarecrow uses a new toxin on himself and the reader, a hero who decided to seek him out alone this time in hope of bringing him down. this is literrlly porn and some plot aha

Wanrings: SMUT 18+, no use of Y/N, dubcon, Drugged, Dom/sub dynamic if you squint, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, pnv, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral(Mreceiving), fingering(Freceiving) pet names, over stimulation, No use of Y/N, over all soft Crane? Squirting, mild science experimentation, claiming? Kinda… I think that's it XD

word count: 4564

You had been after Scarecrow for a while now but his dumb little henchmen always seem to buy him just enough time to pull some kind of toxin out, forcing you to retreat or suffer in fear. So you figured this time you would catch him off guard, you knew who he really was and his face wasn't a secret unlike yours.

Follow him after his deal with some other low life, remember that low life, then follow him back to whatever hole he thrived in. easy.

It really was easy. You followed him down to the basement of some abandoned building on the out-skirts of gotham. You waited silently as he unlocked the rusty metal door and slid it open then made your move. In an instant you were kicking him into the room that turned out to be a basic lab. You thought the kick would have knocked him on his ass, instead he stumbled a little and dropped his briefcase but managed to collect himself rather quickly. Quick enough that when you went to attack again he was swinging his body around and stopping your arm from hurling your fist into his jaw.

You were stunned for a moment, surprised that he was even able to block you. His henchmen normally did the heavy lifting. His free hand was reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling something out. Shoving him you freed your arm and backed up. You stayed alert just in case but you knew he wouldn't hit himself with his own toxin. His mask was in the briefcase across the room.

You eyes him as he pulled the canister out, he stared back with a tight smirk. “Oh, you decided to give me a house visit? How special.” He snorted. The liquid in the canister wasn't normal, this one was a pale pink.

“Well I figured it was time to put an end to your madness, Dr. Johnathan Cran.” you said and shrugged.

His smirk grew. “That so? Growing tired of chasing me then?” He took a step closer and straightened up in defense. “You know, I was waiting for an opportunity to try this new toxin out.” he said, shaking the canister with another step and taking his glasses off in the process, placing them in his jacket pocket.

You stepped back, wanting to keep space between you. “That so? How are you gonna do that without your mask?” you said, glancing at the case that sat on the ground between you both. “Because I can bet I'll get to you before you make it to that mask.” you stated, ready for him to make a move.

A low chuckle left the man. His piercing eyes staring into you with no regard to your threat. “See, the thing is.” he began, taking another step. “I don't want the mask this time. I've seen this on people alone, how they suffer alone in their cells at arkham. I want to see what happens when two people are under the influence together.” he said, undoing the cap and tossing the smoking can between you.

Smoke filled the room immediately and during the coughing fit the smoke caused, you watched him. He was clearly affected by the smoke, coughing along with you but stayed perfectly skill in place. You weren't sure why he wasn't making a move. “What is this?” you choked out.

You both slowly composed yourself as the smoke settled and fresh air became available. “It’s an aphrodisiac, laced with a little truth serum.” he said, a grin growing on his face as your eyes winded at his words. “The more sexual desire creeps in, the stronger the effect.” Jonathan said factually.

You shook your head in disbelief. “That's insane.” you said quietly.

He stood straight, cocky. “Perhaps. But tell me this, have you ever thought about how id fuck you? Late at night have you ever thought about how well my cock would stuff your pussy?” His words were sudden, lewd and they had an instant reaction on your body.

You shook the feeling of heat on your face away. “What are you talking about?”

He chuckles and steps closer, leaving only a couple feet of space left. “Does your pussy ache at the thought of me fucking you?” he stepped closer when you didnt flinch back and then closed the gap when you only continued to stare at him in disbelief. The toxin was making you more compliant, more willing to let him be closer to you. A hand came to cup your cheek, the skin there felt like it was on fire from the contact. “Tell me, how do you feel?” his head tilted with an almost knowing grin as he looked down at you.

You blinked slowly, your brain starting to fog up. You wanted to fight back, say something to wipe the smirk off his face but those thoughts swirled with the ones just like he was saying. You had the occasional thought about him, knowing what he looks like helps. It was a few times and everytime you felt disgusted by it, he was a deranged madman who drugged people. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to hide as you felt your body tip more into desire for the criminal in front of you.

“Well? Speak up. Is your pussy getting wet for me right now? Feeling hotter and needier, need me to fuck you all better?” he asked softly, almost caring while his thumb stroked your cheek.

A small whimper escaped past your lips. Every word he spoke awoken a new spark in your brain that killed off all logic and left only a scorching burn of desire between your legs. You nodded slowly. “Y-yes.” you whispered, eyes barely keeping focused on his own that watched you with eyes that must look similar to your own, blown out and full of growing lust.

“Good girl.” He cooed. Stepping away he dropped his hand from your face and nodded once. “Undress, and don't forget to take the mask off.” He ordered.

You hesitated a moment, you started with your shoes but your hands froze before they could move to your shirt. feeling embarrassed now at the order as your brain attempts to wrap itself around what's happening. But he was watching you so intently and the gleam in his eyes was enough to push your brain to move your hands to the button and zipper of your pants and undo them. You slowly slid them down along with your belt and tools with shaky hands and kicked them aside. Then you went for the shirt and tossed them in the forming pile next to you. “Dr. Crane… my head feels…” you tried to express how you felt as your body and mind gave further in, the hesitation leaving you as you exposed yourself to him, now taking your bra off and sliding your panties down and subconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

He smirks at how you now called him by his title “Oh sweet girl, I know.” his hand came back to cradle your cheek, this time thumbing the hem of your mask. “Why don't you take this off as well, clear your head up a bit.” His smile could have been mistaken for sincere. He slid the mask over your head and his smile grew when he saw your full face. “Well, I've been missing out huh?”

Before you could even register just how exposed you were, his lips were on yours. The kiss wasn't harsh but it wasn't gentle, it was needy and hungry. His hands found your hips and pulled you flush against him. You clutched the front of his suit jacket as his lips worked against your own and you could feel just how hard he was with his bulge tightly pressed between your bodies. You couldn't help the small gasp you let out that became an invitation for Jonathan's skilled tongue to work its way into your mouth to further the pleasure. Even a kiss was making your sex pulse. You peered over at the canister at your feet but before those thoughts of the toxic’s involvement could form in your head you were swept away by Jonathan biting your lower lip. All desire to fight was lost and replaced by the need for Johnathan to fuck you untill your pussy was ruined.

When you pulled away with shaky breaths Johnathan didn’t look as composed as he had before. It looked like the aphrodisiac was finally taking its full effect on him as well. He brought both hands up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. “I want to feel these lips, pretty girl, can you do that?” he asked. You nodded and he let you sink down to your knees. You wasted no time undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down enough to let his cock spring free before you. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together at the sight. You took him in your hands and pumped a few times, causing the man above you to let out a few shaky breaths. Pre cum adorned his cock head and was slowly dripping down his length. “Like it sweet girl?” he asked, looking down at your blown out eyes.

You nodded and leaned in to lick a fat strip along his cock before slipping your lips around the leaky tip and sucking it like a lollipop. I deep groan rumbled through Johnathan. “Been wanting to taste your cock.” you confessed breathlessly before sliding down his cock and hollowing your cheeks around him, immediately starting a slow pop of your head.

Jonathan brought a hand to tangle in your hair, making sure it stays out of his view as you sucked him off. “Fuck baby.” he groaned “iv thought about your mouth on my cock so many times.” you moaned softly around his cock, continuing to suck him, the need to taste him and make him cum driving you to bob your head faster. “Just like that sweet girl, oh fuck just like that.” he leaned his head back, hand lax in your hair as you worked him.

One hand fisted pumping his shaft while the other went to gently grope his balls. You moaned around his cock at the heavy set and squeezed them. Jonathan groaned and gripped your hair. He pushed you down further until you were gagging with the tip of his cock hitting your throat. You struggled around his massive girth and you had to bring both hands up to hold into his pants to keep steady. “Fuck, baby..” he grit out between breathy groans, his seed shooting into the back of your throat. “So good baby, make sure to take all of it.” you struggled to maintain focus while he rutted himself into your mouth. “Fuck this aphrodisiac makes everything so sensitive.” he huffed.

You swallowed and began coughing and gasping for air as soon as he pulled out and released his hold on you to rake through his own hair. Regaining a little brain function you noticed his dick was still hard and still leaking precum. Then you felt the tingling in your core increase and you could feel just how wet you had gotten with hardly any touching. “Dr. Cane… will you fuck me now?” you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes.

His hair was now disheveled and red tinted his cheeks. He brought you up with a hand on your chin while the other traveled to your hips, rubbing circles on the hot flesh with his thumb. “But I wanted to taste your dripping cunt and taste your cum sweet thing.” He said, his eyes showing how much he really was affected by his own desires right now. Letting go of your hip, his hand traveled to run a slender finger through your folds.

You gasped as the sudden stimulation. His fingers continued to work through your folds and soon started teasing your entrance. “Bu-but I want to feel you inside.” you whined out as his fingers pushed into your tight pussy.

He pumped into you a few times before pushing his palm down against your clit, adding to the stimulation and causing your pussy to clench around his digits. “If I can't now then you'll just have to let me after I’ve cleaned you up and the toxin wears off because if i fuck you now im filling you with my cum over and over until I have nothing left to give you.” he voice was low, filled with meaning and truth.

With the mix of his hand fucking your pussy relentless and his dirty words, you were reeling, hanging onto him as your legs began to shake. You tried to nod between soft moans while trying to keep your eyes open, the pleasure starting to feel too good as heat pooled in your stomach.

“Tell me sweet girl, want me to fuck you full of my cum, want to wake up still stuffed and leaking all over?” he said, digging his palm into your cunt. “Use your words, let me hear you.” he said, moving closer to your face as you quickly came undone in his hand.

You nodded faster and let out a shaky breathless moan as his motions of pounding his fingers and grinding his palm into your sex intensified. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to maintain focus on his blown out pupils. “Yes, yes please. Just fu-fuck me Dr. Crane!” you squealed out as your orgasm hit you.

His hand wrapped itself into your hair, bringing you to rest your head against his chest. He let you grind into his hand while you settled from your high.

He listened to your moans dye into soft whimpers as your hips stilled with his fingers still buried in your cunt. “So good baby, you sounded so good for me.” He praised, finally pulling his hand away from your leaky hole. You flinched when he brought his index and middle fingers to your lips. “Open up and taste yourself.” he encouraged. You parted your lips and let him press his slick fingers against your tongue.

You moaned around his fingers as you sucked your own release off of them. Then you looked up at the mad scientist with needy eyes. “Now? Please Dr. Crane? Will you fuck me now?” you asked though you were already pulling his jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Your brain could only focus on him, your need for him to stuff your pussy.

His eyes softened and he allowed you to tug the shirt off. You began to kiss and bite his exposed flesh along his collarbone and jaw. “Fuck, alright baby. C’mer.” he grunted, picking you up by the thighs and within a few long strides he was laying between your legs on the couch that sat along the back wall. “Gonna be a good girl and take my fat cock?” he asked, rubbing his cock along your folds.

You gasped as he smeared your slick on his cock. “M’ready! Please put it in~” you begged and wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer. “Need you so bad, please.”

His cock twitched against your heat. “Fuck, so needy for me.” he smirked and poked your tight hole with the tip of his cock. “Dripping wet and begging for my dick, what a dirty girl.” He teased and slowly sank into you. His hands held your hips in place as he bottomed out and you shook gently under him, legs squeezing his hips. You let out a loud and needy whine as he stretched your pussy open. He stilled inside and came to lean over you, arm next to your head caging you in. “don't worry, I'll take good care of you.” he cooed, rolling his hips into you and smirking at the face of Ah it caused you to make.

You hadnt had sex that felt this good before, his dick felt like it was made for your pussy. When he started a moderate pace to allow you to adjust a moment you could feel the slight curve of his cock. The veins on his cock dragging along your inner walls had you practically mewling under him with how good you felt.

He chuckled and started a faster pace, making sure to bottom out with every thrust. Your pussy was sucking him in and squeezing him just right he could tell he was already close again. His thrust picked up so he pounding into you with precision and where it felt best and you were a moaning mess on his cock. Your hands came to hold his shoulders as he fucked into you. With your head pressed back into the couch cushions you lost yourself in his movements, so good you couldn’t tell that you were building to another orgasm until it was right there and the only warning you gave was a desperate moan and jumbled words.

Johnathan groaned and leaned his head between your shoulder and head, his cock twitched before his hot load filled your gummy walls. “So tight baby, your pussy’s so good baby.” he praised as his hips rocked into you, making sure to fuck his cum deep and keep it there. He leaned up to look at you, a soft smile played at his lips. “Like my cum filling you up?” he asked, stroking some hair away from your face.

You smiled at him. “Feel so good. m’ warm and full.” you admitted. Your legs tugged him closer, not wanting him to pull out, you still felt so needy, you needed more. “Can I have more Dr. Crane?” you asked sweetly.

His smile turned darker, more mischievous. “Oh baby, do you need me to fuck you tell your little pussy is dripping full of my cum?” He rolled his hips again teasingly. You nodded, breath caught in your through with how deep he was, and again his dick was still totally hard. “You were just begging me so well sweet girl, even calling me Dr.Crane like a good girl. You can do that again right?” he smiled and waited as he continued to roll his hips gently, just enough for a little friction.

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Please, need you to fuck me full Dr. Crane.” you rushed out. His words had a way of causing the deepest reaction from you. You needed him so desperately you didn't understand anything but him right now. “Please, I need it.”

“Need it that bad? Tell me whose pussy this is then, tell me baby girl who do you belong to?” his eyes were fixed on yours, his face turned more serious. Your eyes widened at what he was saying, he wanted you to be his and his alone. The implication should have probably frightened you, made you struggle away but it didn't. You wanted him to ruin you, have you in every way. “Well?” he pressed.

“Yours, Dr. Crane.” you said softly and pushed yourself against him with a little whine. “All yours.” you conceded.

With a low groan he slowly began to thrust into you again, pulling back almost completely to fill you up again. “That's it, all mine.” he sank his back into the crook of your neck and littered it with sloppy kisses and the warmth of his tongue and teeth grazing the now new overly sensitive spot on your body. A hand came to roam over your breasts, squeezing one and pinching at your nipple before repeating the actions to the other. You whined and your hands came to tug at his dark hair. He smiled against your jaw before nipping at it. The thought of his marks adorning your chest and neck tomorrow made you feel even warmer.

You held tightly to him now that he was pounding into you with a firm hold on your hips. Your whole body was responding to him perfectly and he just knew exactly where to hit that spot that had your legs shaking and eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Fu-ck, gonna cum!” you managed to squeak out, every thrust taking your breath with it. The only acknowledgement from Johnathan was his free hand snaking up your chest and his hand wrapped itself tightly around your through. He pulled back to look at you as his hips snapped into you faster, his eyes transfixed on watching you come undone under him. Your eyes fluttered to maintain focus on his face as the all too familiar sensation took over. You shook as you felt your release practically poor out of you with how stuffed you were.

“So good, so fucking tight.” he said with a low groans as he thrusted into you, not giving you a moment to catch your breath after your climax. His eyes are fixed where your bodies connect, watching his cock ruin your pussy. “Fucking perfect. My pussy. My girl.” he grunts between thrusts. You held onto him, arms locked around his neck. He fucked into you desperately and he was still hitting you so deep you couldn't help the lewd sounds coming from you. Your sweet little whimpers and moans encouraging him to fuck you faster. He grinned down at your fucked out face, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body became sweetly overstimulated. He could feel and hear your slick coating your lower bodies.

It was becoming overwhelming for you, his cock hitting the right spots over and over without stopping while his ships slammed into you. “To much! Too–aahh much please!” you begged for release, still to cling to him.

“Sshhh baby you can do it, give me one more. Squeeze my cock like that one more time.” he encouraged through low groans. He brought the hand down between your bodies to run fast circles on your clit. “You can do it, cum again for me. Such a pretty thing when you cum.” The sounds of your fluids mixing filled the room along with breathy moans and gasps from the both of you.

You cried out a moan and screwed your eyes shut. He was going to force another orgasim from your abused cunt and there was no stopping him, you could feel your stomach tighten and pussy flutter uncountably around his girth. “Fuck! Please ple-” you groaned out as another orgasm shook through your body, your pussy spasming around his cock as he continued to stroke your sweet spot through your climax. You felt his cock shoot another full load of his hot cum deep into your waiting pussy.

“Good girl.” he cooed, slowing his relentless pounding as your pussy pulsed around his cock. “So good baby, you did so well, are you ready for your treat?” he asked and you nodded, your chest heaving as you looked up at him and his still hard cock twitched at the sight of tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He smirked at the thought of you being so overly stimulated and crying for him. Then with you still impaled on his throbbing cock, he wrapped his arms around your back and brought you to sit on his lap with his legs now firm on the ground.

Your back arched and you let out a strangled moan as he managed to sink just a little further into you. You could feel his cum leaking from your spent hole and down his dick, your mixed fluids soon began drenching his pants as he bounced you on his cock. “Dr. Crane, so much cu-um.” you whimpered, trying to hold yourself up with shaky arms. “So full, there's so much.” you babbled out between moans. You were cock drunk and it was evident as your eyes streamed with tears

Johnathan couldn't blame you however, he was right there with you, your pussy was constantly clenching around him like you were always on the verge of another orgasm. “You can handle a little more right? I mean look how much has already spilled out?” he said, gazing down at where your bodies connected. You followed his eyes and the sight alone sent a shiver through you. Slick and cum oozed around the base of his cock with every thrust into you. “Your pussy feels so good Babygirl, squeezing me so tight. Do you want to cum again?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub against your overly sensitive clit as his hips rutted up against your own.

You whined and your arms folded in on you, no longer able to hold yourself up. You were so tired but he felt too good, your pussy responded so well to his touch you couldn’t help when another orgasm began to wind itself up. “To mu-uch, feels weird Dr. Crane” you practically screeched into his chest and blinked away tears that threatened to fall.

His hips continued to hit your tender bundle of nerves while his hands simultaneously slammed you down into his cock and abused your throbbing clit. “Good, that's it, let it feel good and make a mess for me.” he encouraged, feeling his own release creeping up. His words relaxed you and you soon felt the wave slam into you within seconds. Your body tensed and your legs shook around him as you self liquid drench his lower stomach and under your bodies. You cried into his chest, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “Fu-cuk, that's it. Squeezing me so well to take my fat load.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against your shoulder and rutting into you as he emptied his balls into your sloppy hole.

You pulled back and looked at him, eyes tired and pussy still fluttering around him. Your mind and body were so tired but your pussy shuddered at the thought of him pulling out. “Can we stay like this?” you asked hopefully.

He smiled softly at you and brought his hands to cradle you upper and lower back. He leaned back more and pulled you to lay on his chest. “Don't worry sweet girl, I got you.” he coles while stroking your back and gently rocking his hips up.

you whined softly against him. “Some toxin, you can keep coming after all of that.” you noted, almost frightened since your pussy was pusling and raw some rought he was already fucking you.

He chuckled and rolled his hips gently again, starting a steady rhythm that was actually relaxing and had you curling into you as your eyes fluttered shut. “I know, and thankfully I have you to take it all for me, I did say I’d give you everything.” he held you firmly against him, his hips picking up speed but staying gentle and as calming as he can manage. “I'll take good care of you.” he whispered into your ear. You sighed and gave in, relaxing fully into him as he used your pussy to get off again. You didn’t want to fight it, even this, being a ragdoll for him to fuck into was wonderful.

To say the mess you woke up to was almost alarming. you, laying on his chest with his soft cock still buried in you with mixed fluids still soaking your bodies.

#johnathan crane #johnathan crane x reader #batman begins #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #Dr. crane #dr.crane x reader #batman smut #batman begins smut #dc x reader #jonathan crane x reader smut

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fuckmycrane · 10 months ago

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18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, stepcest, noncon, drug use, hints of sexism/misogyny.

Oh Crane... the man you are 🤍.

Stepbrother!Crane who thinks he is better than you because he is studying psychology. He belittles your career choice, and if you chose the same as him, Jonathan will constantly compare your progress to his.

Stepbrother!Crane who uses you as a lab rat, always asking you questions and "psychoanalyzing" you. He is always ready to comment on your behavior, your responses and your actions.

"You don't have to be so aggressive, darlin'. I know, I know— you hate it when I call you that, but you know that irrational anger is part of a pattern that..."

Stepbrother!Crane who constantly is mansplaining you. It's annoying to the point that you simply stand up and lock in your bedroom, screaming against the pillow from pure frustration. He just stays in the living room, smirking pleased with himself.

Stepbrother!Crane who used you as the lab rat for his first fear toxin prototypes. Before it even was meant to create hallucinations, he just intended to cut every brain signal, sending it to a deep slumber— or momentarily induced coma— and he did it every Friday night before bed.

Stepbrother!Crane who after the third time experimenting with you couldn't help himself and undressed you, watching your seemingly dead body and constantly checking your pulse— what if he accidentally overdosed you?

Stepbrother!Crane who not only writes his progress with the toxin, but also fucks you every Friday night. He enjoys how responsive your body is despite being shut down, he likes how you don't fight back. Crane leaves bruises and marks that you can't simply explain the next morning... accompanied with a sticky mess in between your thighs.

#— ✏️ anya writes!#jonathan crane x reader smut #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane x y/n #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane fanfiction #johnathan crane x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader

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cillianscumslutt · 2 months ago

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Careless

Pairing: Johnathan Crane x F!Reader

Synopsis: You never listened to anyone, even when it came to being cautious. Johnathan made sure you were cautious after a night of drinking and carelessly leaving your door unlocked.

Warnings: NONCON, forcefulness,Forced entry,penetration, p in v, fingering, violence, mentions of blood, let me know if I missed any

(GIF is not mine)

Notes: REBLOG AND HEART, REBLOG AND HEART, REBLOG AND HEART

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It was almost ironic the way you drunkenly sauntered around your apartment complex in your little angel costume. You shivered from the coldness of the October air ,and the constant ac running in the building certainly didn’t help either. But you went out with friends to a party and made the mistake of drinking a bit too much. And you decided to take the train home, alone.

Gotham was dangerous for anyone to be alone at night, but especially for pretty girls like you. Regardless of how many times or how many people would warn you against this, you wouldn’t listen. You never listened.

As you mumbled to yourself about the coldness kissing your skin whilst you unlocked the door of your rather cheap apartment, your neighbor's eyes followed you, watching closely through the peephole of his own apartment. Johnathan Crane was his name. A well known doctor at Arkham Asylum.

He had lived here a little over a year. It was a great disguise to test his theories and fear toxin. Nobody ever came to this part of Gotham, as it was the most dangerous. He hadn’t been expecting to find something or someone for that matter, as intriguing as his studies. But here you were.

As you opened the door to your apartment, you sighed heavily, slamming the door shut and not bothering to lock it since you were too tired. You were careless these days, a little too careless for Johnathan’s liking. What if someone were to come into your apartment while you slept and stole your most valuable possessions? Held you at gunpoint? Or worse yet, took advantage of you?

It was frustrating watching someone so young and new to adulthood be so incredibly stupid when it came to safety. But what was he to say? He observed you well enough to the point he knew you hated being told what to do. He certainly wasn’t going to attempt to make conversation by telling you to lock your door, since you wouldn’t listen and perhaps it would seem a bit creepy for your neighbor to be telling you this.

Over the past six months since you had moved in and Johnathan had started to find an odd fascination in watching you and everything you do, he hadn’t spoken even a word to you. You weren’t necessarily oblivious to your surroundings, but you chose to ignore them or the issues at hand as you did with any other problems in your life. That’s why maybe on this cold October night, Johnathan had decided he had enough of your carelessness and wanted to teach you a lesson.

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You didn’t drink a lot but you certainly drank too much. Your head thumped a bit as you soaked in your tub, submerged by coconut scented bubbles, watching the leaky faucet drip continuously. No surprise it wasn’t fixed as you had only mentioned it to your landlord three separate times…

It was quiet for a moment, only the leaky faucet dripping and the water moving ever so slightly around you as you relaxed a bit. Your eyes fluttered closed; resting your back against the tiled wall of the tub. This short moment of relaxation didn’t last long as it sounded like the door was being slammed shut just outside the bathroom.

Your eyes snapped open in an instant, moving so quickly the water came in waves, crashing around you and out of the tub. You kept your mouth shut tightly, standing up cautiously before wrapping your towel around you. Bubbles from your bath clung to you, dropping to the floor as you obviously walked out of the bathroom.

“Hello?” You called out, clutching your towel to you. The rest of the house was dark, only the bathroom light was on as you were just there. No one answered, and nothing stirred. But the presence of a shadow could be felt instantly the second you stepped into your dark living room.

A silhouette sat on the sofa, drinking in the way your voice attempted to come out strong and unbothered but deep down, it knew you were scared. The caution in your footsteps said it all as you reached out for the light that was somewhere. The voice of the figure called out in a low, serious tone that was heard so clearly.

“Don’t turn on the light.” Just as quickly as he said it, he wanted to take it back as he had forgotten who he was speaking to. The girl who never listened. But luckily, you were a little further away from the light than you had anticipated.

Your head began to thump painfully as you searched desperately through the dark for the switch of the light before being pulled away. Icy cold hands grabbed you, pulling you into somewhat of an embrace. His arms secured you as his face went to the dampness of your neck from your bath. You smelled heavenly as he took a deep inhale, sinking his teeth into you harshly.

You whimpered, not knowing exactly what to do or say as the stranger held you there. Whoever they were, they smelled nice and had you not been in this predicament, you would’ve complimented them. Another whimper escaped your parted lips as the stranger drew a bit of blood.

He pulled away with a loud sigh, resting his forehead against yours, keeping a tight grip on you. Soft lips pecked at your ear as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. You’re also so careless, silently inviting me in.” He chuckled a bit, pulling at your towel that you held so tightly in your hands.

“N-no…” you finally spoke, voice wavering with uncertainty and fear. Still your head pounded now with the beat of your racing heart at the feel of the strangers grip on your towel, pulling with a slight force.

“No? You say that but, if you didn’t want anyone in here…taking advantage of this body that you flaunt so shamelessly, you wouldn’t have been so stupid to not lock your door.”

And he was right. You knew that. But it was too late to admit that. Too late to fix your mistakes or even argue with him. Still your stubbornness made your pride too great to say anything.

With a harsh pull, your towel was taken from you, making you gasp as you attempted to reach out for it. You hear it hit the sofa, with a wet slap against the fabric from your lack of drying off before exiting the bathroom. Through all the anxiety and fear resting writhing the pit of your stomach, you swallowed it back a bit, glaring at the shadow of the stranger before you.

“Who the fuck are you?”

He chuckled as if it were truly funny to hear you speak so boldly. Once more he enveloped your body in a tight hold that you did attempt to get out of but he had you at an awkward angle, holding your arms behind your back as his cold fingers caressed your thigh.

“Don’t act so fearless now, baby. Nothing wrong with a little fear. Completely normal…fascinating you could say.”

His fingers without warning were shoved inside of you. Three at a time with no mercy nor prep. Another strangled noise left your lips in a mix of pleasure and pain. “I’ll scream!” You wanted, throwing your head back against the stranger's chest.

“Do it. You think someone will save you? This is Gotham. The slum of the fucking earth. Nobody cares, but you should’ve.”

And tears began to form, making your lip quiver. Your mind was battling with your body to not react to his touch, but ultimately lost. It’s biological response was too strong against his fingers, making you cum around them before he shoved them in your mouth.

“What a little fucking slut…huh? Dressed like an angel but you’re coming on my fingers like your pussy needed it so bad.” He said in your ear in a harsh whisper, making sure you cleaned his fingers.

“I hope you’re ready for my cock…your little attempts of bravery got me so hard. I can sense the anxiety you feel, being fucked and forced by a stranger. But you like that, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, still attempting to keep what dignity you had to yourself. He roughly shoved you against the wall before you heard a zipper and clank of a belt unmistakably hitting the wooden floorboards. He parted your shaking legs, moving his fingers ever so slightly at the slick of your orgasm from before.

“No fight left, huh? If I would’ve known you would give up this easy, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

It was shameful to hear him say this. To mock your silence as a weakness. You were treading carefully with your options, not wanting to die in this situation but also not wanting to go down without a fight. It wasn’t until he drew close, his erection poking at your bare ass as he leaned into your neck once more.

“I hope you’re on some sort of contraceptive because I’m not wasting a single fucking drop.”

You flung your head back hard, hurting your neck in the process as you were sure to hit him hard in the face, hearing the crack of his nose. His stance faltered a bit and you thought maybe you were in the clear to run before you were shoved against the wall once more. His hand entangled in your hair tightly, burning your scalp as he slammed your head against the wall repeatedly.

“You really are a stupid little fucking bitch, huh? I was going to be nice, try and let you enjoy this and be civil, but now I want you to see and feel everything.”

Even in the midst of all this, and the excruciating feeling of your headache that had now worsened from the blows of your head being hit off the wall, you didn’t know what he meant. What was everything? Whatever did he mean?

A cold spritz of something tasteless and odorless hit your face from the side. You started coughing, shaking your head a bit as you sneezed. His grip adjusted a bit as he continued to what you could only guess was removing his pants.

Your eyes began to blink rapidly, seeing shadows of things and creatures in the corners of your eyes. Every time your head turned, they moved. Taunting you with viscous laughter and quickening paces around your apartment.

“Mm, I can’t see it but I know your body is simply amazing.” He spoke out, reminding you of his presence as he pushed the head of his cock inside you. A small gasp left your lips, surprised at the sensation and confused and anxiety at the things that lurked in the dark.

They spoke in unison, shrieking and singing the saddest of cries as they moved past you. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. You were going to die. They were going to kill you. He was going to kill you.

“Please…” you cried quietly as he began to rut into you, complimenting you on the tightness of your warm , tight pussy around his cock.

“Mmm…please what? What is it?” He grunted, slapping your ass, making it echo throughout the spacious apartment.

“Don’t kill me. Don’t let them kill me…”

He said nothing, only continuing his assault on you as you lay limp between him and the wall. The only support you had was his hold on you that never seemed to falter. “I won’t kill you…I want you to remember this. I want you to think about my cock in you every time you think about leaving your door unlocked, every time you wear that tiny little fucking dress…you’ll remember this.”

He fucked you hard, at a brutal pace. It felt like hours until he groaned, pulling you as close to him as he could manage before coming inside of you. At this point your eyes were on the verge of closing and you were barely conscious as you slumped against him. He breathed heavily, pulling you up and dragging you to your bedroom.

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

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It had been a few weeks since the night of your attack. You were now incredibly cautious, as anyone would be. You barely left now unless it was to go to work. Even then, you took time off. You thought it was all a terribly bad dream until the blood from his nose was evident on the floor.

You didn’t even attempt to reach out to the police. Gotham police were useless. They didn’t take calls like this. They were too concerned with finding the villain known as Scarecrow.

You stood alone in the elevator, holding your bag to your chest before someone else quickly entered with you, selecting the floor they needed. His piercing blue eyes looked over to you as he gave you a small smile. You return it, blushing a bit at how attractive this guy was.

“Are you going up as well?”

You only nodded, watching as the elevator doors closed. A small void of silence filled the elevator until he cleared his throat.

“How long have you lived here? You don’t seem like you should be in a place like this.” His voice was soft and professional as he adjusted his glasses, looking over at you curiously.

“Oh, just a few months. Not long really. How about you?”

“A little over a year now. Not exactly the best place, but a more isolated one, I assume. I’m in apartment 7B on the right side. So at least I’m not on the last floor.”

“7B? That’s the apartment right across from mine!” You smile in disbelief.

“Oh really? Wow, we’ll have to have wine together sometime, if you’re up for it of course.” He offered with that same small smile.

You felt your face heat up as the elevator stopped and you both walked together to your sides. You gave him a small nod.

“Sure, absolutely.”

As he spoke, walking past you just the slightest hint of his cologne filled your senses and you recognized it, oddly enough. He smelled so nice.

“Oh, you smell so good. Hope that isn’t weird to say, what is it? I feel like I’ve smelled that scent before.” You ask curiously, cutely tilting your head to the side as Johnathan holds his keys in his hand.

“Oh, thank you. I’m not sure. Was a Christmas present from my grandmother. I’ll let you know the next time I see you.” He winked, now fully facing you.

Suddenly you see a slight bruise under his glasses that connects from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his eye. Your mouth hung open a bit as everything came flooding back to realization.

Whoever they were, they smelled nice and had you not been in this predicament, you would’ve complimented them.

“See you around.” He said your name before disappearing into his apartment, leaving you alone in the hallway of the apartment building with your bag held securely to you as tears filled your eyes.

You shouldn’t have been so careless.

#dark!fic #18+ mdni #johnathan crane #dark!Johnathan Crane #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic #scarecrow #smut

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montimer · 1 year ago

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Btas!Scarecrow,Btas!MadHatter,Tnba!Joker (seperadet) x dom!reader

Warning: smut

Btas!scarecrow

He'll try to muffle his moans, which rarely works.

He'll hate to admits it but hes into being a sub, being controlled by you.

He would only do it in private. He has a reputation to uphold.

I think hes a virgin so he comes pretty fast from the first time.

He can get flustered pretty easily. Even if you just tease him a little you got him blushing crazy.

Make him stutter out what he wants. Embarrassed but he'll say it, wanting more.

He is fine w/ a little degeneration. Like calling him ur slut and stuff like that. But please be gentle and don't call him worthless etc... He already has a low self esteem

He can't hold back when you go too fast on him. He'll turn into a moaning and blushing mess. He'll grab onto you or whatever is the closest.

He'll moan ur name out as he comes.

Btas!Mad hatter

He'll obey whatever you tell him. He is so happy he can get intimidate w/ you.

He also loves being a sub but isn't embarrassed to say it.

He usually wants to pepper you w/ affection but he just can't say no to you. Especially when it feels this good.

You got him all red in the face w/ just a kiss. He'll be gasping for air after a make out.

He loves to worship you.

He'll hug you close if he can. Or wants to be held by you.

He can hold back some of his moans so he'll whine and let out gasps instead. Not for long tho. As more close he gets the more he loses control over his moans.

Aftercare is that he will hold you to him, smiling ear to ear. Maybe saying a quote from alice in wonderland.

Oh how did he deserved some one as perfect as you?

Tnba!Joker

At first he thinks he can handle it and he'll be top. Oh how wrong he was.

You can get this man so flustered he is lost for words.

He is very loud. He'll be a little embarrassed when he moans a bit too loud.

This man is into almost everything.

He gets all blushy when you tease or compliment his body.

He might let out some giggles. Enjoying the moment.

The more closer he gets the more he'll obey you.

He'll let you use toys on him or vibrator. He'll be biting his lip.

He can get impatient if you go slow/gentle. He just can't take it, he'll start begging you to go faster.

You can turn him into a mess, going fast. "What if others would see you like this,huh? The clown prince of crime getting dominated like this?"

He can completely lose it. He can't say a word to that only moans come out.

He will throw his head back as he cums

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firemenenthusiast · 1 year ago

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every time i see this guy on twitter (i refuse to call it x) its either him flashing his electric eyes or he’s about to shoot himself and so far I’ve seen 3 different times where he’s pointing a gun to his head 😭😭

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darlingsfandom · 7 months ago

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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.

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cillians-sweetheart · 5 days ago

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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 37 (End)

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine.

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

I stood with my shaky knees up to him as he tucked himself into his pants half assed. With the tip of my finger I wiped my lip looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked so drained but filled with an immense amount of lust. He looked at me the way a predatory animal would. Hungry for its prey.

Johnathan lifted under me and swapped our positions. He slammed my back down onto his desk and ripped into the hem of my leggings. I was stripped down on his desk within seconds. My soaked panties were ripped by the strap with a sharp snap, and thrown onto the desk next to my face. But I couldn't complain since I wasn't the one who bought them.

Johnathan's hands gripped onto my thighs ripping them apart and pushing them up. I was completely bare and spread in the window. But luckily I was covered by Johnathan's head as he shoved it between my legs. He kneeled and squeezed incredibly tight onto my thighs as he dug his tongue as deep as he could into me. My head fell back against his desk where I let out a long and loud moan. He sucked all the way up from my dripping hole to my pulsating clit. His tongue went back and forth from circling and sucking. At occasion he would fuck me with his tongue, sticking it deep in my hole and licking my insides. Not one drip of my arousal was left untouched. He licked everything I produced making me almost go dry.

"You taste so good" He moaned with his mouth lifting just barely. His words brought me incredibly close to my edge.

I lifted my head and saw him already looking up at me while his tongue slithered along my slit. The sight became too much, I felt as if I were gonna finish so quickly just looking so I put my head back down. My thighs twitched and closed together against his head. He could sense my closeness with the way I pulsed and throbbed under his tongue. His eyes closed and his face dug deep. His hands rubbed along my thighs while he groaned into me. I uncontrollably moaned "daddy" While my fingernails dug into the wood of his desk.

Meanwhile sounds of explosions and fear filled the city below us. Each pathetic individual inhaled the rotting gas, causing an amusing burn in their brains; Frying every last cell.

Johnathan and I were far too busy to watch the whole thing, but just the sounds of fear from the streets alone were incredibly electrifying, arousing even. Nothing could have ever played out so beautifully. Even after the rain comes the sun, the success, the glory. We had it all. Gotham city, and soon... the whole world.

But again, I heard the distant knock. Coming from all around me. From the walls, the ceiling. My eyes dart from every corner of the large, spacious room. My breath remains held in the chest, growing heavy and cold. I blink just a single blink. But my eyes don't open. With all my strength I still see nothing but the darkness of my own mind. My arm tries to reach, but with no movement, nothing but a numb paralyzation.

Bright, blinding light stings my eyes as they open suddenly. Above me; a large circular light, a familiar light. My head whips around, Lying on the same chair in Johnathan's office, and to my side standing concerningly, is Johnathan.

I look at myself, In the exact clothing of my first visit with Dr Crane. As for him, in the same suit as I remembered ever so vividly.

"You went out for a moment Y/N." Dr Crane slowly tilted closer to me with his clipboard clenched in his arm.

"What?" I sat up slightly and my eyes searched the room looking; desperately searching for any sign this is a dream.

"You went unconscious for about..." He peers down at his watch. "10 seconds."

"Johnathan, why are we here?" I was no longer amused with this prank of his. My tone grew paranoid while also agitated.

His face turned cold, unsettled. "How do you know my name..." He said with almost what sounds like fear. Which coming from him, was quite the surprise.

"Johnathan stop, why are you acting like that?" I sat up and leaned towards him and he in an instant began backing away from me. "Baby..." I tried to be reassuring as best as I could in this situation. "What is going on? Why are you being so weird?"

"Did you um... Happen to see anything while you were unconscious Y/N?" He said trying to keep himself serious but still with great concern. The black pen being held tightly between his fingers.

"What do you mean? No?"

"How did you figure out what my name was?"

It felt almost silly answering that. "What? We are married, why would I not know your name?"

"I am serious."

"So am I!" I felt now I could cry. It no longer felt like a joke, or a bad dream. This was real. "We moved in together, we got married, you got me a dog!" Tears welled up in my eyes. Dr Crane shook his head, in concern, but amazement. "And- and we had such beautiful sex..."

"Y/n that is inappropriate."

"But it's true! I remember every moment of it!"

Crane lowered his head, and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"It was nothing but a dream, Y/n." His eyes returned back up to me.

"No... w-we did so much together..."

"We didn't."

"My mom... I killed her..." My breath was heavy. "And Tanner, a-and those other people..."

"Really?" Dr Crane now became intrigued, but still holding the annoyance in his voice.

"Yes, here... S-She is paying you to kill me!" The look, and expression portrayed on Crane's face changed quickly as I revealed what I knew. He went silent. Lost for words.

"Where did you receive that information?" His eyebrows furrowed, while he brought the clipboard in front of him. Clenching it tightly.

"You told me, a-and then we; I killed her."

"In your dream perhaps, but your mother is still just down the hall."

"She's alive...?" I asked, my heart sinking in my stomach, and my blood running cold in my face.

"Yes." He said seriously with a single nod.

At that moment, I froze in my spot. I couldn't feel a single thing throughout my whole, frightened body. My vision blurred in front of me, and my hearing faded.

"Y/N?" Dr Crane's voice was nothing but a mumble coming from a distance. "Can you hear me?" He spoke again. His words still not phasing me.

With a flash of paranoia I bolted at the door, opening it roughly. I didn't feel anything, nor did I have a single thought in my delusional mind. I ran, and ran throughout the halls of the dark, medical smelling asylum.

Tears of fear and betrayal ran down my cheeks, down onto the concrete floors. My feet fell harshly and my breath heaved heavily.

Not far behind me was Dr Crane; and in the far distance of the lengthy hallway, my mother. Both of them trying to holler, and catch up to me. My eyes, and my head whipped back to them every second. Seeing them becoming closer and closer. Yelling and taunting me with such a devil-like presence.

I'd been so focused on them, on seeing the distance between us closing with every passing moment. I hadn't seen ahead of me, the concrete wall coming in contact with my head.

Everything went black, and empty. The light above grew closer; brighter, coming to me. With my little strength I tried, but couldn't move. At all. Nothing but darkness, and light surrounded me. My mind, and body are completely paralyzed.

Circling around her, Dr Crane and Ms Y/L/N peered down at her lifeless body and fractured, bleeding skull. Her mother felt a pang of relief, and also guilt with her sudden, accidental suicide.

"I-I don't know what to say..." Her mother's eyes couldn't pull away from her daughter's dead body.

"Then say nothing. Mental insanity is not to be praised. Especially with a lunatic like her. Be proud she shall never roam Gotham City again."

"Thank you, Dr Crane." Her mother nodded, turning her eyes to him.

"Do not thank me, but your child for doing us all a favor in taking her own life."

The End

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cheesecakebandit · 9 months ago

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The worst feeling ever

Nothing sucks more than forgetting the name of a fic you like and having a hard time finding it in your likes or online so I need your help Johnathan Crane simps

There was this really awesome smut one shot of vigilante reader catching Johnathan and tying him up while he flirts with her. Reader calls for backup from Gordon and while waiting Johnathan still tied up edges her on about being stressed and she basically tops him I can’t find it anymore help me out besties 😪

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darkcranefiction · 1 year ago

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Injected Nightmares

PART: TWO

FOR: JONATHAN CRANE X RAEDER INSERT

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

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

As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the sky, the once bright and airy room you knew to be yours now felt darker and more suffocating than ever.

You had been at the asylum for two weeks and had undergone several humiliating examinations, both mentally and physically and, much to your distress, Dr. Crane had taken an unusual interest in you.

"You are going to be mine" were his words during your last examination and, ever since, you were plagued with insomnia.

You tried to get some sleep, but your heart pounded rapidly within your chest, palms sweaty, as you anticipated the moment when the darkness would consume you completely.

And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, there was the sound. A slow, deep breath from the other side of the room, followed by a gentle footstep on the creaky wooden floorboards. You knew then that Dr. Crane was approaching, his presence casting a looming shadow upon you. He had visited you at night before, but this time was different. You could tell.

The heavy door opened slowly, revealing his imposing figure. Slender and dark.

His angular features seemed almost predatory, as if he were a creature born from the shadows themselves. With each step closer to your bedside, his menacing presence intensified. Your heart raced wildly as you struggled to maintain eye contact with him.

"What are you doing here, doctor? It is almost midnight" you asked nervously, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, don't worry about the time," Dr. Crane replied, his voice oozing confidence. "We have plenty of night ahead of us." His hand brushed against your shoulder, sending a shiver through your body.

"I will give you a few more moments to rest" he continued, his eyes flickering over your form with an intensity that sent a wave of unease through you.

"A few more moments before what?" you wanted to know, your voice quavering with apprehension.

"Before I claim you." Dr. Crane responded coolly, his eyes narrowing in a predatory manner. "Your body will soon become mine, and I will mold it as I please."

A chill ran down your spine at his words, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

"No, please..." you pleaded, trying desperately to convince him otherwise.

"Please, Dr. Crane, I cannot bear any more of this treatment. My body aches every day from all of these experiments. My soul is aching too, and I am scared."

Dr. Crane regarded you solemnly, his eyes conveying a mixture of pity and contempt. "Trust me, my dear. Don't be scared. I will help you overcome your fears," he murmured softly, reaching out to stroke your cheek tenderly.

The thought of spending even more time under his care made your stomach twist with dread.

"What I am going to do to you tonight will be bring me great pleasure while, for you, it will be just like another experiment, but this time, without the metal tools," he promised you with a wicked smile. "Remember, you're no longer just a subject, but my patient and pupil."

"I will teach you how to submit to your fears, how to endure pain, and how to bend yourself to my will," he continued, his voice cold and emotionless as he slowly removed the blanket covering your shivering body.

Your face flushed with shame as his fingers gently traced the bruises and cuts left by his previous torments. The sight of your battered body only served to fuel his desire to inflict more suffering upon you. "You will learn to appreciate what I do for you," he insisted, the corner of his mouth curving into a sadistic smile.

In a sudden burst of anger, you screamed out loud, "No! I won't!" before trying to get up and run towards the door, not realising that Dr Crane had already locked it, trapping you inside this room.

As you struggled to escape, panic growing inside of you, Dr Crane calmly approached you with a sadistic smirk.

"Please stop, I beg you!" you cried, tears streaming down your face. "Please, anything but this!" You cried, realizing what he would do to you.

With a devious grin, Dr Crane responded: "Alright, my dear. Tonight, I'll let you decide on the method of our bonding. But only because it is your first time."

He then pulled out a syringe from his lab coat pocket, containing a green substance.

"Tonight, I will do to you that we have spoken about during our last appointment. You know, the thing a man does to woman on occasion. I am sure you remember?" he said, holding the syringe up for you to see. "And before engaging in such intimate act, I can either inject you with this special serum that will block all pain and stimuli, allowing me to break you in properly or I can tie you down to the bed using leather restraints. The choice is yours," Dr. Crane proposed with a devilish grin. "Though, I strongly suggest choosing the serum, it will make you completely numb. You won't feel a thing," Dr. Crane explained, his eyes burning with intensity. "That way, it will be easier for you to accept what comes next because let's face it my dear, you will not be leaving this room with your virginity intact."

Your mind reeled with indecision, knowing that whatever decision you made would alter the course of your life forever.

"It doesn't matter, Doctor," you finally decided, swallowing back your fear. "If it means getting this over with, I'll choose the serum," you said anxiously and with tears running down your face.

"Good choice, now lay down on the bed," Dr. Crane commanded, his tone cold and unforgiving.

You complied, lying down on the iron bed frame, trembling with fear and anticipation.

Dr. Crane grabbed your arm, expertly inserting the needle into your vein, injecting the green serum into your bloodstream.

The world around you began to blur, becoming increasingly difficult to focus on. You felt your body start to go numb, losing sensation in parts as the serum took effect.

You became aware of the implications of what was happening, but you couldn't react, as your body had been rendered useless.

"Don't fight me, my dear," Dr. Crane murmured, running his hands along your limp body. He unbuttoned your hospital gown, exposing your breasts to his gaze. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he took hold of them, fondling them roughly.

Dr. Crane's hands then moved downward where your white cotton panties covered your innocence.

He grasped the fabric tightly, ripping it away from your body as if it were nothing. Your mortification was evident, your eyes filled with horror at the invasion of your privacy. You tried to struggle, but the serum paralyzed your resistance, leaving you helpless beneath his touch.

With your panties torn off, Dr. Crane stood up, stepping back to admire his work.

He took off his coat and unbuckled his belt, freeing himself from the confines of his clothes.

"Have you ever seen an erection before?" Dr. Crane inquired casually, his voice dripping with curiosity.

"N-no, I haven't," you stuttered, your heart racing wildly in your chest. The reality of the situation struck you like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of terror coursing through your veins.

Dr. Crane chuckled softly, his expression a mix of amusement and arousal.

"Well, let me rectify that for you," he replied in a low, husky voice before pushing down his pants, revealing his throbbing manhood.

As he approached your helpless form, his intentions were clear: he wanted to take advantage of your vulnerability. His eyes glazed over with lust, making your stomach turn with revulsion.

Feeling completely violated, you fought against the paralysis, trying desperately to find any part of your body that still functioned. But there was none.

You watched as Dr Crane placed a condom and a bottle of lubricant on the bedside table and, despite your horror, you were powerless to resist him, frozen in place by the effects of the serum. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the reality of the situation.

"Lets position you properly shall we?" Dr. Crane's voice was laced with a perverse pleasure, his hands reaching out to you.

You felt your heart race with terror as he began to pull you towards the bottom edge of the bed and push your knees apart so that he could kneel in between your spread legs.

His eyes bore into yours, filled with a dark intensity that frightened you even more.

"Are you on birth control my dear?" Dr. Crane asked with a sneer, his hands moving down to your legs, spreading them wider.

You nodded meekly, tears streaming down your face. "Yes, Iam."

"That's good," he muttered, his eyes full of malice. "This means there is no need for a condom then, is there?"

Dr. Crane's voice was laced with malevolence, as he leaned closer to you, his hot breath causing you to shudder involuntarily.

Your mind raced, wondering what he meant. Was he going to ignore protection? You didn't dare ask aloud, too afraid of what his response might be.

Feeling powerless, you stared at the ceiling, fighting against the encroaching darkness of despair. The realization that you were completely at his mercy left you feeling utterly defeated.

"Are you ready for me to make your worst fear come true?" Dr. Crane taunted, relishing in your discomfort, not expecting an answer.

He slid onto the bed, hovering over you as you laid motionless beneath him. Your body still remained numb, though your mind was far from being so. Panic surged through your system, the sheer terror of what was about to happen consuming you whole.

He pushed his hips forward, the head of his erect member teasing the entrance to your womanhood. You whimpered in distress, attempting to squirm away from his touch, yet unable to move due to the serum's effects.

Dr. Crane chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Relax, little one. It'll be over soon," he whispered in a soft, soothing tone, but it did little to comfort you.

As he pressed his weight onto you, the mattress creaked under the strain, adding to the discomfort you already felt. He gripped your hips firmly, anchoring himself as he started to penetrate you.

"Thanks to the serum, you will feel pressure, but not pain," he assured you, his eyes burning with a hunger that terrified you.

Your body went rigid with shock as he broke your hymen, the pain cutting through the serum's numbing effect.

A cry escaped your lips as you felt his entire length slide inside you, taking you beyond the point of resistance.

Your body convulsed in pain, a sharp contrast to the serum's numbing effects elsewhere.

Dr. Crane held you down, refusing to allow you to pull away from the agony he was inflicting upon you.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he saw your tears flowing freely, your body struggling to reconcile the conflicting sensations of pain and numbness.

"There might be some blood my dear, but this is perfectly normal after this kind of experiment," he whispered reassuringly, his hand stroking your hair, a mockery of tenderness. "It's just another rite of passage in your journey towards womanhood."

As he thrust deeper within you, his pace growing faster, you found yourself wishing for the numbness to return, for anything to take away the searing pain that consumed you. Your cries echoed throughout the room, muffled by the single lightbulb above, giving the illusion that no one could hear your plight.

Yet your pleas fell on deaf ears, for Dr. Crane continued his assault on your body, determined to complete his mission.

Your heart pounded frantically in your chest, fear consuming you whole. Each thrust of his hips drove home the horrifying reality of your situation, your body betraying you in its struggle to protect itself from further pain. As his thrusts grew more forceful, your body buckled under the assault, the numbness giving way to a wave of searing agony.

The sounds of your tortured moans filled the room, punctuating the brutality of Dr. Crane's actions. The walls seemed to close in on you, their stark presence reflecting the horror of your situation.

"Not long now, my dear. I will be done soon," Dr. Crane hissed in your ear, his words a cruel promise of relief from the pain you were enduring. However, you knew all too well that his 'relief' would only bring on a new set of torments.

His movements became more erratic, more frenzied, his breath coming in short gasps as he pushed his limits harder. His muscles bulged with exertion, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued his assault on your innocence until pushed all the way against the entrance to your womb, stalling.

"There you go sweet girl," he groaned loudly as, finally, he filled you with his seed.

His body shook violently, his muscles tensing in release.

As he collapsed onto you, your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, your body trembling from the physical and emotional trauma.

You could feel the warmth inside you, his semen mixing with your blood, your virginity lost forever.

He then pulled out of you, his eyes glinting with a sense of accomplishment. He was now the one who had taken your innocence. You cried, overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil that engulfed you.

He cleaned himself off, his movements precise and efficient, a mixture of arrogance and sadism in his eyes.

"Rest now, my dear," he said, his voice cold and distant as he pulled your arm towards him again and injected you with another strange substance.

His hand moved swiftly, administering the drug with practiced ease. You couldn't help but feel a deep dread as the world around you began to blur, everything becoming unfamiliar once more.

"You will not remember this when you wake up." Dr Crane's words hung heavy in the air as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

Despite your loss of memory though, your body ached in ways you never imagined possible, leaving you feeling exhausted and violated. In the midst of the darkness, you struggled to regain control of your life and come tomorrow, you would be more confused than ever.

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hisfavkayla · 4 months ago

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Here’s the story on Wattpad since it doesn’t want to upload on here!!!!

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strxngewitch02 · 1 year ago

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS.

Pairing: Jim x Fem!Reader.

Song: Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift.

Word Count: 8.3k.

Summary: You were friends with Jim but slowly you began to have a crush on him which became more than you could bear as he was already married but that didn’t stop the both of you.

please ignore the cliche plot the smut makes up for it, I swear. :')

+ WARNINGS: smut (18+!) angst, Jim being soft, fingering, p in v, no protection, praise kink, adultery, cursing.

You messed up.

That’s it. You messed up.

You allowed yourself to be carried away and swept up within the moment that wasn’t even supposed to happen. if it weren’t for the way he was gazing at you with his piercing yet mesmerizing pale blue hues or maybe the way he grazed you with his finger tips that sent small sparks throughout your body then maybe just maybe you wouldn’t have ended up bare in the sheets with the man who was already married..

Married to another woman..

The worst part out of all of this, is that you knew he was married. The fact that you knew and you allowed it to happen. You have every right to feel revolted with yourself right now. If the universe or god or any great entity that controlled this vast universe it definitely knows how much you loathe yourself right now. You needed to slow down and think about how this even happened.

You lived in a Suburban neighborhood– in Dublin, east coast of Ireland. A single mother with a beautiful nine year old daughter named Mary, a journalist for your own advice column and a part time Pilates trainer at a studio that your sister owned. As far as you knew, your life was normal. Between spending time with your daughter and your jobs, your schedule flowed perfectly together. You would be able to drop Mary off in the morning for school, teach class later on in the morning and you would be able to go home during the day to work on your advice column before picking Mary up from school, then the cycle repeats unless otherwise.

You’ve always been on your own. Having a daughter and two jobs, your love life was a punchline of a lame joke. In case you are wondering about Mary’s father, that’s a whole other story of its own, let’s just say he was completely out of the picture.

You would be lying if you told someone that it didn’t feel lonely sometimes. It was lonely, it was incredibly lonely; of course you’ve made multiple attempts to at least go out on a few dates and have a nightstand if you were lucky enough but most of the time those don’t even work out.

And It’s not because you weren’t attractive, no it was quite the opposite. In fact, you were quite beautiful– which was ironic for you because when you were younger your father called you the ugly duckling between you and your sister but then you prospered into a beautiful swan as you grew older. Like any normal person you still have your insecurities (no thanks to dad) yet overall you felt secure with yourself.

Clearly, your beauty wasn't the reason why your love life was shriveling away like a dried up raisin. It was the fact that you were picky, and you knew your heart wouldn’t always be completely in it. You weren’t that kind of person to simply have one night stands– but you admire those who do without forming any kind of connection that wasn’t only based on physical attraction.

You’ve tried and even though it felt good to have that void in your chest to be filled in that moment, the lingering feeling of desolation and melancholy always crawls its way back in. It wasn’t good for your mental health and it wasn’t good for your daughter. So you were only left with your jobs and your delusions of a love life to suddenly appear. But you knew deep down that Mary deserved a good father figure while she’s still young and you shouldn’t put so much hope into your fantasies.

Mary was a sweet girl, too sweet for her own good– she has a beautiful mix of your features and her father’s. The features that she shared from her father never bothered you either as you knew it wasn’t her fault that she was placed here on this earth because you didn’t wrap it until you tapped it. Of course, you and Mary’s relationship wasn’t always perfect but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You love her regardless– with all of your heart. Mary was the ray of sunshine you had in your life and you were more than happy to be her mother.

Knowing how kindhearted and smart your daughter was, she had many friends in her school. Even during teacher and parent conferences you’ve always been told many times how she loved helping the other kids, and the only times she would get in trouble was due to how talkative she was and you didn’t think it was a problem either.

And that’s how you met him.

It was a gray and cloudy weekday, as you got off the phone with Mary’s teacher claiming that it was after school and Mary was waiting for you. Accidently getting caught up with your advice catalog time went by over your head without even realizing and now your child is sitting in the school alone and you knew she was going to be a little..not little definitely upset with you.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Curses and all other kinds of profanities spilled from your lips as you frantically slipped on your mini cotton black trench coat. Your foot practically kicked down your front door before running like a trackstar to your car. Fortunately you didn’t live too far from the school and, without getting caught speeding past red lights, you managed to arrive at school where your daughter was currently waiting at.

Your hasty footsteps echoed throughout the hallways of the school as you moved through with only one destination in mind, which was your child’s classroom. Once you were close to the classroom where Mary was, you halted in your footsteps as you watched Mary leave the classroom with two other kids, a boy and a girl and then a man. A man that you knew well wasn't Mary’s teacher so you assumed that it must be the other children’s father.

Furrowing your slightly together you couldn’t help but to feel a little confused but relieved that at least you weren’t the only parent that wasn’t perfect. But it also did make you feel a bit skeptical as it is why a random man would be with kids and your only daughter.

“Mary!” You called out to her, your tone airy yet smooth which caught the attention of your daughter and the man. Immediately, your mind stopped racing and your heart leaped from your chest as his entrancing stunning ocean eyes met yours. It was as if his eyes had some deep hidden meaning behind them, it almost made you feel a little intimidated– how tired yet pierce his eyes were. His figure was lean but the broadness of his chest also stood out, along with his dark but slightly graying tresses, his sharp jawline, high cheekbones, his plump yet light pink lips, and smooth yet freckled fair skin…

Pretty.. You thought.

But as quickly as you fell in a captivated daze you quickly pulled yourself out of it the same way, you knew well that you were attracted to this man but considering how he was here and with kids– you can assume he is married or hope he wasn’t a random stranger.

“Mom!” You hear Mary call out happily as she walks towards you. A wholehearted smile took over your lips as you lovingly gazed down at her, allowing your hand to gently caress her back pulling her to your side. Thank god that she wasn’t upset with you. “I am so sorry, babygirl, I lost track of time.” You said softly as you felt Mary raise her head up to look at you. “It’s okay, I was with them.” she responded looking over at the alluring man and his kids who were in fact walking in your direction.

With each step he took you could feel your heart pound in your chest as he was now approaching you, his hands stuffed in his dark blue puffy jacket along with his kids who followed behind him and soon had their own conversation with Mary.

The man only gave you an awkward half smile as his gaze never left your form, you can tell that he was definitely on the reserved side. “Hi, you’re their father?” You asked giving him a little smile in return, then you couldn’t help but to mentally slap yourself a little bit with the question as you noticed in fact the boy and girl that were talking to Mary did in fact look like him. You watched as the man blinked in confusion for a moment, being thrown off by your question– you could feel the conversation instantly dying before it even started.

A dry airy chuckle left your lips as you felt yourself cringe, “I-I’m sorry, stupid question– I was just..” before you could finish your sentence you heard a deep chuckle coming from him stopping you from rambling. “No, No it’s fine.” He says softly, shaking his head for a second with the same ghostly smile. “I get it, I would wonder the same thing if a random man would be standing with my kids too, it would be really weird..” he paused for a moment before continuing, “I-uh, I was also late picking up my kids so yeah..” He briefly elaborated as you felt yourself relax as another gentle relieved chuckle left your lips, watching him. His voice was smooth and sonorous, it sent unwavering shivers throughout your body. Just by looking at him– he had a lingering forlorn yet cryptic aura surrounding him and it was reeling you in like a moth to a light. You hoped you didn’t look too obvious.

“I totally get you, I was just caught up with work that I didn’t realize that time flew by, you know?” You smiled warmly and for a moment you thought you saw him falter.

“I’m Y/N.”

You watched as his little timid faint grin formed into a genuine smile. It was as if air was caught in your throat, your heart fluttered at the sight of his smile. You felt proud of yourself that you managed to make him smile.

“Jim..Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself politely as he extended his hand towards you which you did your best not to look eager to grab and shook his hand in a little handshake. You immediately caught the golden band on his finger indicating he was indeed vowed to someone else. You couldn’t help but not be able to suppress the disappointment that flooded through your body. He had a wife and kids.The forced mentality of ‘it is what it is’ came into mind. And the attraction you had for Jim will most likely be temporary.

Unfortunately, the kids manage to break the tension between you, asking if they can walk together. You and Jim didn’t mind as you all walked out of the school together. You managed to hold a longer conversation with him, taking the opportunity to get to know him better.

Jim was definitely a man with a few words, and was more listening to you than you listening to him but he still present with you in the conversation. You both share a mutual affection for your kids, and you both worked at home– it was nice to share similarities with someone, to you it always made you feel like you were understood better, and you hoped he felt the same way. Although it's not uncommon to understand another parent- but between you and Jim you both just want to get through the day.

Luckily, It wasn’t just you that genuinely enjoyed his company as he offered to exchange numbers before parting ways. As this began to possibly be the start of a beautiful friendship for you.

You knew you were going to see him again soon, maybe for the rest of the following week. And you were right, when you picked up Mary on time for the rest of the week you would sometimes see Jim walk out with his kids. You two would exchange waves and polite smiles then carry on. Despite exchanging numbers neither of you made the first move to send a text first. You felt a little disappointed but you knew that maybe it was for the best and you shouldn’t look for some sort of connection that wasn’t there in the first place, let alone a text.

Jim has a wife. That is that — you two are also just acquaintances, and your kids are friends. That is all. Yet, that didn’t stop your thoughts always trailing back to him– and you began to feel a little angry with yourself for it. Were you truly so lonely to be thinking about a man you only had spoken once?

What is wrong with you?

Get over this crush already.

This would go on until the end of the week on a Friday, just as you and your daughter got home from school, a gentle ding emitted from your pocket. Stepping into the house, closing the door behind you, you took out your phone. You didn’t get to see who texted you as you heard Mary’s loud footsteps run off to the kitchen leaving her jacket on the floor along with her book bag..

“Mom, I am going to have a cookie!” she said loudly before you could respond you already heard the cabinet shut. Shaking your head you released an exasperated sigh, “Mary, please pick up after yourself! And don’t eat all of them!” You responded raising your voice a little bit while locking the door behind you.

Another ding went off on your phone once more adding waves to your annoyance. Who was trying to contact you? A gentle frown painted over your lips as your hand reached into the buttpocket of your jeans to grab your phone to see that you got a message from an unknown number.

Hey, It’s the random man from school.

Kidding, it’s me Jim.

You felt your heart stop beating in your chest for a split moment as you vacantly stared down at the gray text bubbles that were on your little phone screen. You felt many waves of emotions crash down on you– denial, shock, guilt, and then excitement. Gradually a ghostly smile was painted on your lips replacing the gentle frown that was present a few moments ago, just when you began to accept that nothing was going to happen.

It was funnily convenient.

You didn’t gloss over the fact that he remembered your conversation when you guys first spoke to each other as you felt your heart skip a beat once more.

Had he been thinking about you as well?

You can still be wrong that maybe he just wanted to ask you something about school or your kids and that would still be fine. This was nothing, harmless– this wouldn’t escalate to anything more. Just keep it short and simple.

After a few minutes of typing and deleting your message multiple times to think how you should respond due to your mixed emotions of anxiety and excitement— you finally responded to him.

Hi, Jim! Lol. How are you?

You had no idea that after sending back that one message, you guys would be texting for the rest of that day.

** **

It is strange how someone can go from being a stranger to a good friend to someone you ended up falling for. You knew it was a bad idea the minute you laid your eyes on him and somehow like a black hole Jim effortlessly sucked you in. Ever since the first text he had sent you, you guys began to talk everyday; through texts, and eventually calls. It only has been a few weeks since you guys first met.

You even discovered that he only lived a few blocks away from you which resulted in a lot of Mary having playdates with his daughter. This became a normal thing, almost every Friday Mary would have these playdates. The first time when he was at your house it was a bit awkward since you were used to only talking to him over text or calls but with a cup of coffee you both relaxed and talked how you guys normally do in the dining room while the girls would be hanging out in Mary’s room.

It also didn’t help how being around his calming presence made you feel so comfortable, made you feel like you could tell him anything and he would just listen to you.

You often wondered if his wife knew about your friendship with him, or if she even knew about you at all. She probably does since her daughter occasionally hangs out with Mary almost every Friday, you knew you shouldn’t even be thinking about those kinds of things.

Everything felt good, way too good. And with your luck you knew when things feel way too good, that means things were going to take a painful turn.

Sitting criss cross on your living room couch alone in the house on a Tuesday afternoon, you were on the phone with Jim. As usual with a dumb happy grin on your face you guys talked and it ended up with him assisting you with your advice column on your laptop.

“A twenty year old girl in college got heartbroken by her boyfriend she dated since childhood because he cheated on her and she wants to go back and talk to him but she knows it’s wrong. What should she do?” You asked as the grin never wavered from your lips.

“Maybe go to more parties and get wasted and she’ll find another guy by the end of the second semester?” You jokingly snickered as you leaned back against the couch, your muscles easing into the cushions. Hearing Jim’s light chuckle on the other line of the phone.

“God no. What kind of fucking advice is that?” Jim asked playfully, still chuckling softly, you could feel your heart flutter at the sound that came from him.

“Okay, Okay, fine– I am not going to say that. But she is only twenty and she has so many other things to worry about other than a boy. Like her possible career and her friends and her future! And she should try and focus on that instead.” You exclaimed.

“That is much better. Way better than the last answer.” Jim responded, causing you to laugh softly, shaking your head slightly as your gaze stared down at your laptop, your fingers gently pressing on the letters on your keyboard, typing up your answer.

“Alright done, give this a listen.”

“Shoot.”

You cleared your throat a little bit as you began to read. “You lost someone important to you, and how you feel is completely valid. But you have to feel your feelings out, and try to focus on what’s really important. Such as yourself, your career, and future– going back to him won’t change what happened. Remember that you have friends and family to support you. And that you’re not alone in this. All you can do is try to take care of yourself.”

Jim was silent, as you finished reading which caused you to fiddle in your seat a little.

“Thoughts?” You asked wondering what he was thinking.

“That was good, pretty good.” He responded nonchalantly, almost being blunt which caused you to worry a little bit, your grin faltering slightly.

“Is that all? Should I add more? It sounds like you don’t like it.” You asked reluctantly.

Jim was quick to encounter your statement. “No,no,no! I do. I really do like it. It’s really sweet of you, It’s lovely, you’re lovely.”

You could feel the blood rushing up into your cheeks, turning into a harsh crimson hue. Who knew a simple compliment could make you feel so smitten? Silence hovered over the two of you for a moment until Jim was the first one to break it.

“Y/N?” He called out to you softly pulling you out from your daze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go silent on you.” You chuckled nervously. It was just his last comment.

“No it’s fine..” He paused for a moment. “I don’t know what has come over me.” Jim said softly back to his timid tone. This only made your heart race once more as you sighed softly.

“I appreciate it, thank you for being my assistant.” You did your best to save this conversation from turning tense. And it felt like it didn’t make the slightest difference.

“I mean it, you know?”

You paused once more the burning sensation in your cheeks didn’t change. Now intently listening to him as you can hear him about to say more.

“You really are lovely, Y/N..I mean it.”

There it was…That tension again, the suffocating tension that made you feel like you were drowning. And within that moment, like a wave crashing and meeting the ocean shore, you knew that you were falling hard for him, wiping the grin that was on your lips away.

Then the golden band on his finger flashed in your mind.

No, you can’t do this.

“Jim, what do you mean by that?” You asked him hesitantly yet firmly as you removed your laptop from your grasp before grabbing your phone, taking it off of the speaker and pressing it against your ear.

“What do you mean by what I mean?” He asked, sounding a bit taken back by your sudden question. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, I was just…I don’t know how to explain it but that felt like more than a compliment.” You stated as you paused once more, were you overthinking this? You were about to open your mouth to cut the silence but then Jim interrupted you.

“Because it was more than a compliment.”

In that moment, It was as if something took over your body and possessed you, this confession spilled from your lips like vomit.

“Jim, I think I am falling for you.” You breathed out.

Then a tense silence completely consumed the both of you.

Oh fuck, did I really say that!? You mentally wanted to slam your face against the table. Fuck, you had to fix this quick. No, there was no way of fixing this now, you fucking blew it.

“Jim, I'm sorry. You’re married and I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, I am an idiot, I am so so sorry.” You began to ramble, not letting Jim be able to interrupt you. “Y/N wait, wait-” but you weren’t listening as your thumb slammed on the red at the bottom of your screen ending the call.

This was a long awaited painful turn that you’ve brought on yourself. Now all that was left was you and your panicked and raging thoughts. You clearly took it too far, getting caught up in the moment that it left you feeling like an idiot.

** **

It was your day off today from the Pilates studio and you didn’t have to do much for your advice column. So for the rest of that morning you took the time to clean up the house. Mary was in school so it was just you alone at home– singing softly to yourself as you were finishing up with doing laundry. Neatly folding what was last of the laundry in your basket, feeling the warmth of the fresh cotton fabric between your fingers before placing it with the other piles of clothes on your bed.

It has been two days since your confession with Jim. You did what was best for you, and you began ignoring his texts and dodged his calls. This was morally wrong and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more.

“And you know damn well..For you, I would ruin myself, A million little times..”

You sang softly as the tender melody came to an end on your phone dying down, you would glance at your phone a few times that was sitting on your nightstand, in hopes you would catch your phone displaying Jim’s name across the screen but to your disappointment it didn’t, why would it? So you can ignore it more or have a war with yourself whether you should drop the silent treatment or not? No. At this point you would understand why he would give up.

A gentle sigh leaving your lips as your mind begins to aimlessly wander about your conflicted feelings. You want to believe that it would remain as a friendship but you knew damn well that slowly this entire time it turned more than a friendship to you. Feelings were completely one sided, he was married and he was only being kind to you because both of your daughters are friends. You were scared that harboring these feelings would become so heavy that eventually it’ll crush you and it did. You were playing with fire and you got burned.

Just as the next song on your phone began to play, a loud knock on your front door echoed throughout the house shaking you out of your thoughts. Feeling your brows knit together you walked out of your room heading towards the front door.

Who could that be?

You wondered as your hand gently grasped the doorknob pulling it open to reveal Jim gazing at you with a bit of desperate yet defeated expression with his phone in hand.

It was like you were faced with a jumpscare as you felt your eyes widen and without thinking you tried to close the door on Jim but he was too quick as he managed to slip his shoe between the door leaving it ajar. “Y-Y/N, please can we talk? Please just for a second.” He said in a deep raspy tone. His voice crack manages to burn itself into your mind.

You stood still for a moment before opening the door more widely for him to step into your house, now alone just between you and the married man you had fallen for. You took a few steps back away from him with your arms folded over your chest, your gaze not leaving his form. Once he was inside the house he closed the door behind him– “You didn’t think of picking up your phone when I called you? Or my texts?” He asked, sounding a bit tired as his piercing yet stunning ripples of ocean blue gaze bore into yours, spawning goosebumps on your skin.

“How could I after that? So I can embarrass myself some more?” You asked with sarcasm evidently dripping from your tone as you watched Jim roll his eyes a little at your remark. “I am serious, Y/N.” He said, sounding a little more soft as he took a step towards you.

“So am I, Jim. You’re my friend, I was stupid, I shouldn’t have said what I said, you’re married and–” You weren’t sure how much your heart could take at this moment. It was hammering so hard that it felt like it was building something, along with the backflips your stomach was doing it was becoming agonizing.

You could feel his warmth from where you were standing as you broke away from his gaze as you turned your head away from him but only for Jim to gingerly cup your cheek turning your face back to look at him immediately putting an end to your rambles. “Hang on a second, hang on a second Y/N..” Jim said his tone was still soft, as he looked down at you his lips curled slightly down forming a frown his eyebrows knitted slightly together causing a little wrinkles to form between them. His touch was so warm you did your best not to melt into him.

“This is so fucking mortifying Jim, you shouldn’t even be here.” You could feel your throat go dry as your eyes became misty, placing your hand over his shoulder weakly attempting to push him away but he stayed still in his spot. “Listen to me, please.” You kept your gaze down refusing to meet his gaze.

“You’re not an idiot for telling me how you felt that day alright? Don’t think that I haven’t thought of you the same way. I have. If I didn't, I wouldn’t have told you that a compliment was meant to be more.” Jim exclaimed quietly a gentle airy dry chuckle leaving his lips as his thumb gently caressed your cheekbone. You only shook your head as you used your freehand to gently pull his hand away from your cheek and it only resulted in him intertwining your fingers together.

“You’re lying.You were just being polite.” You said your breathing became uneven, clenching your jaw slightly– you didn’t realize how you were shaking in his grasp. Jim only continued to keep you close and you couldn’t find yourself pulling away from him, your hand still in his.

This was happening, really happening.

“I-I, Why would I lie to you about that?” He asked in a genuine yearning tone. “Because you feel bad for me. I am a single mother alone here with no one to talk to of course you would.” You snapped suddenly feeling a little aggressive but Jim didn’t seem fazed by it.

“That isn’t true at all, Y/N. Not even close.” You can detect the hurt and how despondent he felt in his voice, the need to prove himself to you. You remained silent as you continued averting your gaze from his and he seemed to notice it as he called out to you once more.

“Look at me..”

You closed your eyes for a moment, keeping your chin faintly down completely avoiding his gaze, as you knew if you looked at him you would completely succumb to him.

“Y/N… Look at me.” He softly implored once more.

After a few moments, you sighed quietly and you finally complied, opening your eyes looking back up at him as he gazed down at you with a gentle expression. It was like he knew how fragile you felt in this moment. You watched at how his eyes flickered at your features to your eyes then back to your lips, causing your features to soften.

Both of you remained silent as he gently squeezed your hand before releasing your hand, attentively, he placed your palm against his chest. You can feel his heart beating rapidly against your palm, like his heart was trying to burst free from his chest cavity. “Feel that?” Jim breathed out as he gazed down at you, keeping your palm firmly against his chest. “My heart is beating out of my chest, Y/N.. Can you feel how fast it’s going?” He asked, a bit breathless with a faint smile.

You didn’t realize how close you two were as your faces were inches from each other, breath gently fanning against your lips–the tip of his nose gently grazing yours. “Yeah..” You only murmured now a little airy laugh slipped from your lips at how this felt like you were in a scene of a movie, but it wasn’t this was in fact real as your forehead lightly rested against his.

Jim wasn’t lying as you could literally feel how anxious he was in your palm. His heart beating against your hand, you knew you weren’t just feeling how nervous he was. You were feeling how much he cared about you.

How his heart was beating for you…

Feeling his dark tresses brush against your forehead, you released an inaudible shaky exhale. Your fingers curling up now grasping his shirt, his lips gently brushing against yours sending sparks throughout your being. This was all becoming too much, as it felt like Jim read your mind. “Fuck it..” He whispered as he closed the distance between you, eagerly capturing your lips with his as his fingers now rested on the side of your head keeping you still.

That’s right.. Fuck it.

You could feel your heated skin crawl by how powerful the emotion behind his kisses. His kisses fill you with nothing but thoughts of him, you didn’t hesitate to return his kisses matching his passion. He was invading your mind, body and soul– you desperately pulled him closer. Wanting him to take everything you have, wanting his thoughts to be filled with you too as your lips moved languidly together with fervor.

A gentle gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth tasting you. A deep groan erupted from his mouth, god you loved his groans, he wanted you and he wanted to let you know that he did. The way his lips moved with yours, the sound of your breaths swallowing each other’s as your hands explored each other’s bodies leaving a firework like sensation through your clothed skin.

It left you ravenous for more.

“Jump..” Jim whispered against your lips, you immediately obeyed as you jumped, and instantly you felt his hands catch you. Your legs draped around his waist as his hands were under your thighs keeping you still now walking you to your room impressively without breaking the feverish kisses, tongues tangled, and hands squeezing and gripping each other.

Jim effortlessly shoved away your neatly folded laundry off the bed before gently placing you on the mattress. Everything seemed to fade into a beautiful blur as you felt your back melt into the mattress, his body hovering over yours, as nothing else seemed to matter anymore. What only mattered was you and Jim in this moment, exploring these intense emotions that you both held for each other. Keeping your legs around his torso, diminishing the space between you two, you felt his restrained erection from his jeans as he gently grinded his hips against yours causing a moan to escape from your small frame but only to be muffled by his soft lips that were against yours.

There was no stopping now, as you could feel the warm dampness pool in your underwear– your bodies molding together like colors on a canvas. Your hands slipped underneath his shirt feeling the movement of his back muscles moving beneath your touch. Jim then pulled away from the kiss now sitting up causing you to grunt quietly out of disapprovement wanting him to come back as he quickly discarded his ebony quarter sleeve top revealing his chest. With half lidded dazed eyes you watched as he gazed down at you with his sharp sunken ocean blue optics that were clouded with nothing but desire for you.

Both of you were breathing heavily, aching to taste each other’s lips once more. “May I?” He asked softly as his fingers gently fiddled with the hem of your shirt. You nodded your head giving him consent to remove your white oversized t-shirt. You knew you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your shirt. You were at home, so why would you wear one?

He swiftly removed your top, revealing your breasts– the cool air nipped at your heated skin feeling your nipples turn hard from the little breeze. In a pleasurable haze you continued to watch the way his lashes fluttered against his freckled cheeks as your heaving bosom was now exposed for him to take in. His gazed burned into your skin causing you to shiver once more, watching his lust filled eyes rake down from your exposed neck to your torso. You felt so bare in front of him, it was as if your skin was translucent and he could see right through you.

Reading your thoughts, your emotions, your heart– it made you flushed. That was another thing you adore about him, how blue his eyes were and how a simple glance from him can make you shiver. Jim then leaned back down over you but this time you felt his fingertips delicately trace your body feeling every contour of your skin, trailing his fingertips from your abdomen to the valley of your chest to your cheek, while he was using his other arm to hold himself over you so he wouldn’t crush you completely with his weight.

You sucked in a sharp inhale as you felt his face lean in towards you nuzzling his nose in the nape of your neck before pressing featherlike kisses on your neck. Your eyes fluttered to a close tilting your head more to the side giving him more access to your neck, your cheek resting against his palm. Jim didn’t hesitate to nibble and kiss as much of your skin as possible leaving you breathless.

You were aching so bad for him that it began to hurt. You could feel his lips at one spot before going to another and next thing you know he was everywhere, just worshiping you with his lips. His lips trailing down to your body, going from your neck, collarbone, then to your heaving breast. “You’re so beautiful..” Jim whispered as he kissed the center of your chest where your heartbeat was. His praise causes your pussy to clench at nothing but air.

“Jim..” You whimpered out softly as you needed him. “I got you, sweetheart. Just let me enjoy this.” He murmured as he then lowered his mouth to your breasts and glided his tongue across your nipple, earning a moan out of you as he covered your right breast with his mouth completely. While his other hand slipped past the waistband of your pajama shorts, into your underwear. You gasped softly at the cool sensation of his fingers feeling the slit of your wet folds. “You’re so wet, for me Y/N...” Jim chuckled quietly before moving his mouth to tend your other breast giving it the same attention.

Patience was treading on thin ice with you, and you knew Jim was teasing you. And you damn well knew that he wasn’t lying either. Your underwear was beyond saving considering how aroused you were, seriously you swore you felt your arousal drip between your inner thighs until you felt Jim’s middle finger flick against your throbbing nub between your legs causing your body to jolt with a moan spilling from your lips.

Jim took notice as he continued circling your clit with his finger feeling up your juices before slipping in his middle finger into your pussy with a gentle squelch noise. “Fuck Jim!” You whined softly in ecstasy feeling your head fall back deeper against the pillow your eyes still clamped shut as Jim pumped his finger in and out of you in a slow pace before building speed, his middle finger curling up inside of you hitting your g spot within your warm tight wet walls.

You felt Jim pull away from your breasts before pressing his lips back onto yours muffling your moans as his tongue slipped back into your mouth mingling with yours, he then added another finger stretching you out once more causing you to whimper against his lips, as he fucked you fast and hard with his fingers despite the little room he had in your shorts and underwear.

Clearly he was preparing you and this was the only start of what was going to happen. With so much pleasure you were desperate to hold onto something, as your hands found his shoulders gripping him for dear life, the knot in your tummy beginning growing tighter, your folds fluttering shut against his fingers.

God, you have forgotten how good it felt to be touched like this, to have someone’s undivided attention on you and your pleasure alone. As the only times you had sex they would either finish too fast and leave you unsatisfied or they would make you focus on them. Not Jim, he wanted to infiltrate your thoughts with his touch, his lips– everything he possibly could and you were letting him.

Jim then pulled his fingers out of you, quickly slipping off your shorts and underwear down to your ankles and you kicked them to the side before Jim reattached his coated fingertips to your clit. Swiping his fingers against your anching nub once more, he pulled away from your lips as you both breathed heavily in unison. You could feel your mind submerge into a euphoric haze feeling your climax creeping up on you. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this with you, sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear before nibbling your earlobe causing you to gasp softly. “M-Me too Jim..” You breathed out shuddering against his body feeling each rub from his finger sent more intense ripples of pleasure to your stomach.

Jim then sank his fingers back into you to the knuckle curling them immaculately against your g spot once more with precision. And just like that you felt the knot become undone in your stomach as immense waves of pleasure your orgasm ripped through you sending you over to the edge. Loud mewls escaped your lips as Jim stilled his fingers inside of you, feeling your throbbing walls clamp down on his fingers.

You both laid there breathless for a moment as Jim pressed gentle kisses around your face while you were coming down from your high. “You okay?” He asked you softly as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck pulling his fingers out from you causing you to whimper quietly from the loss of his fingers. Weakly, you nodded your head slowly catching your breath, “Jim, I want you..” you said in an airy tone as your hand reached down to his erection that was bulging from his jeans, your fingers tracing the outline evicting a sharp inhale from him.

Jim immediately obliged as he helped you pull down his pants along with his boxers allowing his cock sprung free from it’s restraints making him sigh out of relief. You couldn’t help to drool slightly at the sight of his length– how long and thick it was as it hung from his body. You weren’t sure if you wanted to taste him or have him inside of you- either way both of those thoughts were making you ache heavily with desire.

Jesus, his wife really did hit the jackpot with this man.

A shaky exhale left your lips as Jim gently caressed your cheek with his thumb before gently pushing you back against the mattress, his eyes fixated on you. He rose on his knees as you were now able to take in the sight of his exposed body– now his firm erection only a few inches away from your dripping entrance. “Open up your legs for me, darling.” He demanded softly with his large hands pushing your legs apart gently. His voice was deep and breathless that sent another wave of shivers throughout your body.

Fuck, these pet names he was calling you — were going to kill you.

Without hesitation you spread your thighs wider for him, now being completely bare and open to him. “Good girl..” Jim praised with a little smirk tugging on his lips, causing your heart to flutter.

You were holding in your breath as you watched his hips with one gentle fluid motion he thrusted into you making you cry out loudly, your walls stretching with an intense pressure slowly filling you up only halfway in. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop?” He asked with concern as he gazed down at you; his dark graying tresses disheveled, his large hands holding your thighs keeping you still. He was so kind, it was making you melt beneath him. “I-I’m okay, keep going.” You whispered as you began to grip his shoulders once more, your nails sinking into his skin .

“That’s my girl..” Jim praised once more as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He was so hot, you never would even think Jim would have this side of him. He then shifted his knees before thrusting into you completely, his cock deeply sheathed into you. Your mouth fell open as a loud moan spilled from your lips, your eyes clamped shut once more– god, you felt so impossibly full. Jim completely invades you as your bodies are finally connected in the best way. Your thighs squeezed against his waist but he only pushed them apart tenderly. “Ah, F-Fuck..” He groaned out shakily, as he admired the way his cock completely vanished inside of you before closing his eyes allowing his head to fall forward slightly.

You opened your eyes as you breathed heavily, adjusting to his size– his moans making you clench around causing him to gasp. Your desire growing insatiably stronger, you rolled your hips against his desperately pulling a loud moan out of you as you felt the head of his penis kiss your cervix. A deep grunt left his lips as he leaned down towards you releasing your thighs– his chest now pressed against yours as both of his elbows were resting on either sides of your head.

Immediately he began thrusting into you with a slow moderate pace as your body moved up and down slightly with a string of moans spilling from your lips– pleasure completely consuming your body. Jim released a breath as he managed to grab both of your hands intertwining your fingers together pinning them next to your head as his hips slammed against yours.

You turned your head away as you whimpered loudly at how he continued hitting your cervix with perfect precision, “Y/N… Keep your eyes on me.” Jim demanded his voice dark and low. Your body shuddered as you obliged, turning your head to look at him to find him already gazing at you with half lidded eyes that were nothing but filled with affection and lust.

Both of your gazes burned into each other as his thrusts became more relentless, making you feel like you were on cloud nine of pleasure and ecstasy. Jim groaned as he felt your walls clamp around him tight not wanting to let him go– nevertheless he didn’t ease his hard and fast pace. All that was heard in your bedroom was the sound of wet bodies clashing together, as his cock brushed against your clit causing you to arch your back, your chest melting into his, your hands squeezing his. “S-Shit, you feel so good, Jim..” You mewled as your bodies continued moving together in sync.

The friction between you made you burn with desire. “You feel even better, Y-Y/N..Fuck..” He gasped out as his face scrunched up slightly at how tight you were, his mouth hanging slightly open as heavy breaths escaped his parted lips as he aimed to make you come first. You could feel yourself slipping, getting lost in Jim, truly no other thoughts that weren’t anything else but him.

You then wrapped your legs around his hips causing him to sink deeper into you making you both moan out loud in unison, the familiar coil in your stomach began to form knowing you were about to reach your climax for the second time as your heavy breathing began to become unsteady.

Jim then pressed his lips against yours in an eager open mouthed kiss, like he knew you were close and he continued plunging himself deeply into you as he was getting close to his own climax as well.

“I-I’m close..” You breathlessly stammered against his lips as his teeth sank down at your bottom lip before pulling away and releasing it. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Jim whispered as he watched you tremble against his body squeezing his hands tightly as your body was pressed deeper into the mattress. You then cried out as your body arched against him, you felt the knot in your stomach finally snap as your climax washed over you with the familiar waves of pleasure.

Frail moans left your lips as Jim quickened his pace as he used your limp body to chase his climax before releasing a loud groan, his hips stuttering slightly before being buried deep inside of you as he ejaculated his semen, staining your walls.

Jim stayed still for a second trying to catch his breath before slowly pulling out of you causing you to whimper softly as he collapsed on top of you, his head resting against your chest, both of your naked bodies lightly coated with sweat. Your head was spinning, your mind completely lost in a fog as you both basked in the afterglow of this moment.

Once your breathing became steady again as you slowly came down from your high you felt Jim roll off of you as he laid next to you leaving you still laying on your back as you two went silent.

Even the silence felt so loud.

He then pulled the comforters over your naked bodies as he laid on his side facing you. You could feel his gaze burn into the side of your face as you kept your eyes on the ceiling finally processing what just happened.

“Hey..” Jim called out to you quietly as he scooted closer to you draping his lightly freckled arm around your body pulling you close as you turned to face him on your side, you can tell that he hated when things go quiet like this.

Your little panic gaze burned into his, and he already knew how you were feeling. “Y/N..Talk to me.” Jim begged as he gently cradled your cheek with his palm which you instinctively melted into.

You sighed deeply into his touch, your mind unsure if having sex even fixed anything between you two, if anything it added more fuel to the fire of your problems.

And this is where you knew that you messed up..

Big time.

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PART 2 COMING SOON ;)

I hope you guys enjoyed it ! First one shot for this page. And honestly this is the first smut I’ve ever written so I hope I did Jim Justice but bro was so romantic. I apologize for any grammar error or anything that looks weird- But anyways, thank you guys for reading! ♡

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