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ourladyofoldgotham · 8 months

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i'd be your mistress (just to keep you around)

jonathan crane x gender neutral reader

NSFW 18+, minors dni

infidelity, angst, smut

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On a summer night, Dr. Jonathan Crane sneaks away from his life for a few hours to be with you.

It’s a warm August evening in Gotham, in the dusky hours before night falls and after the sun goes down. You hear his car before you see it - with practice, you can recognize it even in the milieu of the evening rush on the highway below your balcony, like a voice in a crowd. Your lover always calls late.

He lets himself in. You’ve never been particularly bothered by that. After all, he has a right to it. The money he pays you every month covers over half your rent, plus a solid chunk of your grocery bill- there’s no way you could get a place like this on your own acting.

Sometimes you wonder exactly why he does it - out of affection? A need to know you’re safe and cared for when he’s not there? Out of his own self-preservation? A way to make sure his tires stay unslashed and his reputation tidy when he comes to visit? Or out of guilt?

You try not to wonder. It’s easier to leave things unquestioned, with him. He makes it easy, honestly. You think about it more than you should when you’re alone- about whether it’s right to need him and have him in his respites from his beautiful life - but under his sharp, lonely gaze, it feels like it melts away. It’s just you and him. The rest doesn’t matter. Not right then.

He seems distracted when he unlocks the door. He is more often than not, these days. A perfect life can drive a man mad. There’s always something on his mind. Sometimes he’ll tell you about it absentmindedly, sitting back on the couch with a vodka martini while he undresses you with his eyes. It’s usually work things - a fascinating case, or a particularly troubled patient. He asks you your thoughts on it, and there’s something you find charming about it. As though he sees you as someone far more intelligent than you seem, as more than the sum of your parts. Sometimes, he refuses to - avoiding the question and your gaze as his hands slip under your shirt while you fix him a drink. That’s when you know it’s about his other life. His children, maybe. Issues with school or an argument with his wife. The things he really comes to you to forget. You wonder sometimes if they know - if they ever put something together from all of the evenings spent away.

He used to be more than just an evening caller. A couple years ago, he’d even spent the whole weekend with you. It had been the only thing you’d asked for for your birthday that year, and he had been willing to provide it. Between the wild sex, you’d done normal things together. He took you out to the fair and won you a prize. You went to dinner. You felt like a normal couple, like something to be shown off on his arm and not hidden away. Maybe that was the problem.

He was gone early Monday morning - you didn’t wake up to see him go, but you could have sworn you heard your door shut before the sun came up. After that, it was radio silence. Brief periods of quiet on his end are typical, he’s a busy man, but it had never been anything like this. There was always a little something to tide you over - a text, a little treat showing up on your doorstep, a call when he’s driving home from work. This was something else, something more worrying. At first you scanned the obituaries, the news, any accident reports that you could get your hands on going about your day. Maybe something had happened. Nothing showed up. You texted, of course. You called. No reply. He read them, sometimes, though. They delivered. You read into that. Maybe more than you should have. On the 12th of the month his money still showed up in your account. No note.

It did that four more times before you saw him again. He called you out of the blue one cold night in early December and asked if you were home. The exhaustion in his voice made your heart melt in seconds. You were out of practice making the martini, but when you cut your hand making the twist and ran out of vodka he kissed you on the cheek and said that anything you made would have been fine. The two of you ended up with hot spiked cider instead, curled up on the couch together. He was sweet, but he didn’t seem all there that night. He didn’t seem to want much from you but your company. He mentioned something offhandedly about the new baby, and he left you there alone just a couple hours after he came. His drink was still on the coffee table untouched.

To his credit, he was better about the silence after. He texted, sometimes, but so much less than before. Maybe a couple of times a month, one or two a week if you got lucky. It was the first time you ever really realized the vastness of his life outside of your apartment, and it served as a wakeup call. You stopped looking for auditions and started looking for jobs. The next time he came over your table was covered in applications and classified ads.

He asked about it. He looked confused, almost nervous. You spilled your heart out to him, of course. You never could keep a secret from him, and when you finished, there was a softness in his eyes that made you want to break down crying. He told you that you didn’t need that - that you never would. That he couldn’t always be there when you wanted him, or when he wanted you, but that he would always be there when you needed him. He told you that he loved you. It was the first time he said it. You tried your best to believe him.

You’ve been his thing on the side for four years now. You’ve gotten good at it. A distraction, a comfort for a couple hours in the night when he needs you in exchange for his money and as little of his time as you can manage. He has a life outside of you. He calls you on his terms. You make yourself as easily compartmentalized as possible.

When he comes in tonight, you have his drink in your hand and you’re already dressed up for him. He isn’t really looking at you. You’ve learned to be okay with that. You take his hand and lead him to the couch, setting his glasses aside on the coffee table.

You push him back and there’s no resistance. Your hand brushes against his cheek as you stand over him and he smiles, leaning into the soft touch. You lean in for a kiss and he melts underneath you. When you deepen it, he reaches up to hold you, one hand on the small of your back and the other undoing your shirt.

You pull back and look at him and he looks wrecked already, his icy blue irises barely a ring around his widened pupils. When he sighs and drops his head into the crook of your neck you know he needed this as much as you did. Maybe more.

You sink to the floor and kneel in front of him. He’s still in his suit, but it’s disheveled now, his shirt crumpled from where you grabbed onto him with his sleeves haphazardly rolled up. His face is flushed, and when you touch him over his slacks he throws his head back and whines. You don’t tease him for too long, though, just mouthing at him over his boxers for a minute. His hand is covering his mouth as he lets out a shaky moan when you pull out his cock, already rock-hard and dripping with precum.

You‘ve had your fair share of practice, and you know exactly what he likes. You sink your head down to his base almost immediately, and his hips buck up into your mouth. He apologizes for it through shaky breaths, but there’s something that drives you crazy about knowing he needs you badly enough for the infamous Jonathan Crane to lose control. His hand tugs at your hair, guiding you as you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. He arches his back and shivers, pulling you off.

“I…don’t want to finish this here. Go to the bedroom. Get ready for me.”

You get up, legs just a little shaky, and leave him on the couch with a kiss on his neck. You open yourself up for him, but he takes a longer time than you thought he would coming in. When he does, you feel that distance between the two of you again. His hand caresses your cheek softly, and you stand up to undress him properly. You’re tender with him, almost. You kiss his neck. You bring him back down to earth. He groans a little and sits down on the bed, pulling you close to him. Something in his eyes makes you feel like this is the first time he’s seen you in a long time.

“You look wonderful tonight, darling. Can’t think of what I could have done for all this to be for me.”

He smiles and grazes a kiss across your knuckles, raising your hand to his lips.

You hold his face in your hands and kiss him as you sink down onto his cock. It takes him by surprise, almost, his breath shaky. You opened yourself up while you were waiting, but you’re still hot and tight around him. Your legs are spread, your thighs on either side of his lap, and he clings onto them as you start to move - slowly, then switching to a breakneck pace when you find the spot inside that makes you see stars. For a minute, you falter, and then his hands are on you again, on your hips bouncing you on his cock, and then one reaching between your bodies to touch you. He is a terribly skilled man with his hands, and before you know it, you’re cumming on his chest. He guides you through it, soft and gentle, moving your hips through a slow roll, toying with the line where the pleasure becomes overstimulation.

He’s stronger than he looks, and he lays you down gently on the bed in the haze afterwards. He kneels between your legs above you, pulling your hips up to meet his. It’s only a few thrusts before you hear his breath start to quicken, his movements erratic. He’s over you now, cheeks hot and flushed, his blue eyes fluttering shut. You press one hand against his chest and the other on the back of his head to pull him in for a desperate kiss, but before you can, he’s pulling back, hand on the bed to steady himself as he pulls out and cums onto you.

He falls onto the bed next to you, and your hand intertwines with his, as easy as breathing. You can feel his heartbeat slowing as your head rests on his shoulder. He kisses you on the forehead and pulls you just a little closer, and for a moment the world seems perfectly atop its axis.

He catches his breath for a couple of minutes before he rolls out of bed. You hear the faucet running for a couple of minutes and watch the golden light slip out from under the door around his lean shadow. When he comes back, he's presentable again, and he hands you a warm washcloth. He gets dressed in silence as you clean yourself up.

With his shirt still unbuttoned, he leaves the room and steps out onto the balcony. You watch him for a minute, through the open bedroom door. The glow of the cherry on his cigarette lights up his face against the dim blue sky. He looks older than you remember him looking. More tired. More distant. You catch a glimpse of your own reflection in the glass. You do too.

You slip out of the glass door behind him, dressed in your pajamas - his old shirt and boxers. It's chilly, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You stay there for a while, his warmth against your side, while he finishes his cigarette. Neither of you speak. Gotham looks softer in the dying light. It's him that breaks the silence first.

"I love you. You have to know that."

"More than you love your life now? That I don't."

He looks away.

"I don't blame you for it. I wish I could sometimes. But I can't."

As you speak, you take a cigarette from the box in his hand. You lean in and he lights it for you from the embers of his.

"There are things about me that you don't know. Some for your own good. Some for mine. Maybe you should blame me."

His jaw is tense, and there’s a sadness in his eyes.

"You think I'm a far better man than you should. I wish you could understand."

"Maybe I could."

"I'm not giving you up on a maybe."

Your cigarette is finished and the night is cold, a silence falling over the two of you. It's half-past-midnight when he tells you he has to go.

You ask him to stay. You rarely do these days. When you do, it’s somewhere between a weakness and an indulgence and a hope.

He says no. He always does.

There’s something in the dark outside at night these days that unsettles you. Some sinking fear in the pit of your chest. You tackle it tonight to stand on the balcony after he says goodbye at the door. You watch his car crawl back out of the city through the evening traffic until you lose it in the crowd. By the time his car turns into a dark alley downtown, you are in a fitful sleep. He does not think of either of the lives waiting for him among the bright lights.

The next morning, reports will rise of a new villain on Gotham’s roster. “The Scarecrow”, they’re calling him. Panic about fear toxins and phobia will drip from the edges of the morning paper, but you won’t spare them a second glance. All you can do is trust. All you can do is wait for him to come back and pray that maybe this time he’ll stay.

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soapskies · 8 months

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Could I request a yandere nolanverse scarecrow with a reader who is a patient at Akrham. Maybe reader has anger or trust issues and only interacts to certain individuals because most people aren't very affectionate or kinds (platonic if possible please since I'm a sucker for your teen/kid reader fics)

YAN. NOLANVERSE SCARECROW W/ TROUBLED PATIENT

MALE READER. PLATONIC HCS. READER IS AN OLDER KID.

— Nolanverse Jon is a psychiatrist, not a psychologist, but I thought it would be more interesting if I wrote him to have one-on-one sessions with reader. So suspend your disbelief. :P

You learned early on that the only way to survive your situation was to shut down, or fight your way through it.

One of the youngest patients at Arkham, you were infamous among your doctors for being very uncooperative during your sessions

Most of your issues exacerbated by the conditions at the asylum, and inmates who had no trouble walking all over you.

Your therapists (who didn’t care much for juvenile delinquents anyway, when villains like the Joker were housed in the opposite wing), were quick to walk out on you when you lashed out, all except one.

Dr. Crane was the only one who stayed in the room with you, even when you were screaming until your throat burned and spent entire sessions curled up on the floor.

Although you glared daggers into him, he met you with an even tone of voice and a self-assured demeanor that couldn’t be matched, scribbling away on that notepad of his when you thought there was nothing of importance to note.

Dr. Crane seemed to make all the time in the world for you, always first on the scene when you broke down, and never treated you harshly, no matter how cold you were towards him. No matter how many other doctors looked at you with contempt, as if counseling you was a chore.

Maybe if you were paying attention, you would notice that you ran into him a lot outside of sessions, in which he would prod about your well-being and insist on walking you wherever you needed to go, like an overbearing father.

Not to mention how his actions went far beyond a normal doctor-patient relationship, whether it was holding your shoulder steady to look you sternly in the eye or the tight, awkward squeeze he would give you briefly before parting ways

He seemed to prod you about everything. How you slept, what you ate, who you talked to, what your family is like…

Come to think of it, you haven’t heard from your parents in a very long time, since you started your sessions with Crane. Not that you wanted to hear back from them anyway, when they were the ones who sent you there in the first place.

Miraculously, you were eventually released for “good behavior”, despite your headspace not feeling any clearer, and in none other than Dr. Crane’s care.

Nobody seemed to question it, or give you a second glance as you walked out the doors with him. You were under the impression you were going home, only to be herded into the doctor’s car and driven to some secluded house in the countryside, a good long ways away.

Suffice to say, you never left out of his sight again.

#scarecrow x male reader #jonathan crane x male reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x child reader #scarecrow x you #tw yandere #yandere x child reader #yandere #yandere x male reader #platonic x reader #nolanverse scarecrow

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spidey-x-male-reader · 9 months

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PLEASE Batman Begins Scarecrow with a male reader, every fic for him is fem reader and I’m down bad for this man 🥲🙏 how about some relationship hcs with a reader who’s the complete opposite of him, a big scaredy-cat?

Pairing: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) x male!reader

Summary: Headcanons - you're dating Jonathan Crane while being a big scaredy-cat

A/N: This was so relatable because I honestly love Jonathan Crane (and generally Cillian Murphy so much) and I'm so easily scared of so many different things man

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

When you told him that you were a big scaredy cat he thought you were overdoing it

You weren’t

However he doesn’t judge you for anything, quite the opposite actually. He finds it endearing

He would judge you for none of your fears or things you’re afraid of

He understands that everyone has their fears, and he respects that. He takes a patient and gentle approach when encouraging you to confront your anxieties, without pushing you too hard or too fast

That man is a psychologist. He knows exactly how to properly handle things like that

He becomes even more protective of you, not just because he cares about you deeply but also because he recognizes your vulnerability

He’s always around when you need help whether it is encouragement or getting you out of a situation, he doesn‘t even hesitate

I feel like he’d consider trying to help you confront your fears with his fear toxin but then is like “yeah no let’s not do that”

So he helps you out the usual way

Even though he might seem scary at first (especially with the mask) he starts becoming a calming presence in your life

He would literally leave his work in a second if you called or texted that you needed help

Sure that man is a supervillain but you’re his soft spot

He’d really do anything to help you deal better with your fears and would be so proud of you when you managed to do something no matter how small it seems to be

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weyirn · 2 years

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Hi, could I request Jonathan, riddler, bane, and slade reacting to their boyfriend being able to basically chill with any animal, like you could find him sunbathing next to a crocodile, or randomly holding a incredibleing venous animal. Just because he's chill like that, but the moment someone else coming to close the animal(if it's dangerous) trys to attack them like it usually would. So basically the reader being like a capybara?

I LOVE THIS IDEA LMAO THEIR BF IS LIKE A DISNEY PRINCESS OR SMTH 💀

DC Villains x Male!Reader

DC Preferences: Animal Lover

(This sounds like something he would probably do too in my opinion lol) Riddler thinks this is amazing, and probably the type of mf that would use this for one of his plans for fucking some shit. He feels like the animals are under your command in a way, with how they would try to attack other people when they come close. Even when it comes to the rats he uses, you have the loving urge to just pet and take care of them.

At first, Slade is cautious when he first sees you with some kind of dangerous animal, and his protective instincts kick in. But once you reassure him that the animals won't hurt you (all while petting a rattlesnake that's just chilling in your hands lmao), he trusts you to keep a close eye on them. He probably won't be chilling with them with you, but he does find joy in your love for animals and how fearless you are of them.

Jonathan finds it fascinating, how you can just hang around with such dangerous animals without any fear. Sometimes, he'll carefully watch their behavior and how they rest in your arms or beside you with ease, trying to figure out what's so special about you(/gen).

Bane trusts you to keep the animals under control, especially with how calm they are around you. He might reccomend you using these animals to your advantage to get what you want.

#male reader #x male reader #male!reader #dc x male reader #dc x reader #dc preferences #bane x male reader #bane x reader #riddler x reader #riddler x male reader #edward nashton x reader #edward x male reader #edward nashton x male reader #slade x male reader #slade x reader #deathstroke x reader #deathstroke x male reader #jonathan crane x male reader #jonathan crane x reader

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battyshopkeeper · 2 years

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I have a horrible idea and imma need y'all to hear me out

#i have a fic idea planned out now #the batman #batman begins #edward nashton #jonathan crane #scarecrow #the riddler #mlm #x male reader #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x male reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x male reader

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ayowhatnah · 1 year

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#xmale reader #steve harrington x male reader #stranger things x male reader #it x male reader #peter maximoff x male reader #x men X male reader #ben Hargreaves X male reader #umbrella acadmy X male reader #harry potter X male reader #theo nott X male reader #draco malfoy x male reader #obx X male reader #outter banks X male reader #jj maybank X male reader #Jonathan crane X male reader #tom riddle X male reader #Diego Hargreaves X male reader

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 2 years

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how loud dr crane is when bf is pounding in him?

LOUD unless you shut him up with something, he expects to be pampered and if he’s not he’ll whine and bitch about it until you either let him have it his way or get rough on him(spanking, brat taming, face slapping etc.)

#x male reader #batman begins #johnathan crane #johnathan crane x male reader #johnathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x male reader

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rosiemarieyn · 2 months

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Favour ||Pt. 1||

pairing: Jonathan Crane x (male) psychiatrist!Reader

Summary: Your annoying boss decides firing you, or you could do him a favour and keep your job.

Genre: Darkfic (?)

word count: 2.3k

Note: I just love jonathan crane so much so i wanted to write smth with parts !!

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Getting out of your black car was a hard task for you. You haven't gotten any proper sleep for the last week and now your dear boss jonathan — Sorry, "Dr. Crane" was making you work overtime.

"I hate this job." You complained as you walked through the asylum doors. "Good morning." you heard someone say behind you, even though it was nighttime. You turned to look at the person behind you, only to see your boss, who thought he was more mature, responsible, and smarter than you. Don't get me wrong, he is smart but he is a narcissistic piece of—

"Cat got your tongue? Get back to work. he said sternly before passing by you and looking at you while doing so.

"Motherfucker…" you thought as he managed to piss you off one more time.

It has been a couple of hours— 9 to be exact. Tonight was going to be a long night, and your boss wouldn't stop nagging you. You tried to escape his deadly gaze by going into the break room to have some coffee. You rolled your eyes while drinking your hot coffee when you saw Dr. Crane walk in, looking around like a lost dog, until he spotted you. You could almost see the way his face softened if it wasn't for the RBF he always puts on.

"Doctor, I need you to come to my office. Right. Now." There it is, his usual "bitchy tone" as you called it. He walked away with his hands behind his back, you screamed internally and turned to the other doctors, "Someone also hasn't gotten any sleep, huh?" you said sarcastically as your co-workers laughed at your not-so-degrading joke about your boss.

You stood in front of his office door. Staring at the walnut door with "Dr. Jonathan Crane" written on it. You knocked 3 times, he liked it like that weirdo. You heard a faint voice call behind the door, "Come in." so you opened the door to find him sitting on his black leather chair, pen in hand, signing documents with his glasses almost falling off his nose.

"what do you need me for?" you uttered, not wanting it to sound like you were annoyed but you were very, very annoyed at him. He looked up from his work and said, "Take a seat, please." he gestured at a chair in front of him, which you sat on while huffing.

"What do you mean by you're firing me?" your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. He leaned back on his chair and spoke softly, "Or you could do something for me to not fire you, doctor."

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#cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #cillian x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #tdk #scarecrow #scarecrow x you #male reader #scarecrow x reader

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red-write-hand · 6 months

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Fun little question-y stuff

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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ive come to azk for more jonny x guy reader,, mayhapz with zome fear gaz Zhenaniganz tm? thank u ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

Experiments of Mine

Gotham! Jonny x Male! Reader

Note: Reader was implied in to be male but then here’s nothing about it in there.

Summery: Jonny shows you his experiments then you kiss and everyone claps

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Softly, your footsteps echoed throughout the halls, peaking through the doorway to the hallway . The broken down house stank of the rotting wood around you, the old floorboards creaked under you. Bugs and other small creatures skittered into a nearby hole in the wall as you walked through the doorway.

You entered the hall, burns and scratches marked the wall as around you, holes in the wall showing the insides of the home, some going far enough that you could see into the next room. As you progressed forward you saw doors that had fallen off of their hinges, floorboards torn up, trash littered along the walkway.

Even graffiti covered some of the walls, you highly doubted the perpetrators left alive, knowing the person you were meeting.

At the end of the hall was a staircase, large windows covering the wall. Most have cracks in it, some were boarded up, others we’re covered with half burnt curtains that blacked out some of the light. The stairs looked unstable, you highly doubted you would be able to walk up them without falling through.

You took a right, entering another small hall, no lights except for candles that lined the hall were there, leaving it to be mostly dark. You followed the trail to the end of the hall, entering what seemed to be a kitchen.

Lab equipment sat on the island in the center of the room, vials with mysterious liquids bubbled, a mixing pot sat at one side, little trays with unknown items and chemicals were scattered about. You looked around, bags of random items sat around the island, mice and rats crawling about on the floor.

You leaned forward, watching as one of the vials bubbled, and steamed, the liquid inside was a pale orange, with the steam pouring out of the bottle, pooling around the bottom. It reeked, the stench of something rotting, like a dead, rotting corpse.

You were so entranced that you jumped as you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder.

You jumped, whipping your head back, almost knocking heads with him as he was so close to you. When you froze he just leaned forward, his eyes were wide open, bugging out of his sockets. His eyes were bloodshot, large bags hanging under his eyes, the purpleish color contrasting incredibly compared to his pale skin.

His eyelids and surrounding skin from his eyes weren’t decorated with the usual black face paint that he wore with his mask. Speaking of his mask, the facial garment was ratted, moth eaten.

He didn’t do anything, he just loomed over you. His breath was baited, shaky, incredibly raspy. Like a hiss leaving him every time he would exhale.

“Good evening.. Mr.. Crane..” your voice was full of fake confidence, leaning back from him. He snapped his head to the side, a tilt of the head.

He nodded, leaning back, motioning for you to follow him as he walked backwards. You watched as he retreated into the darkness, exiting through a doorway you could barely see from how dark it was.

You followed, much slower then he did. He crept, tiptoeing around, it kinda looked like he was dancing around the drawling mice and broken, burnt pieces of wood.

He led you through to the dining room, back up to a wall as you entered, and there he was.

A man was tied up, a bag over his head. You froze, you could hear him whimpering and crying, his legs shaking. His legs were tied to the chair, his arms behind his back. A noose hung around his neck, keeping the bag on his head.

You carefully looked back at Jonathan, he was looking at you with wide eyes.

“Why did you want me here?” You asked. He had asked you to come here, back to his old home, his current home.

He cocked his head again.

He ushered you over, grabbing your hand as he led you forward, towards the man. Hovered over you from behind.

“Watch..” he whispered, the man was twitching and crying.

He didn’t do anything else, he just continued his convulsing out of fear.

“Isn’t it wonderful…” he said, gesturing to the man. “Watching his primal fear instincts fail, as he wails and cries… he’s given up on getting out..”

You looked at him, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. He looked at you, leaning up to press his forehead against your temple.

“Yes.. in a way,. I suppose it’s neat.. in an odd way,” you stuttered out.

“It’s not even the fun part yet,” his voice was excited, he walked forward.

He wheeled a contraption over to the man, hooking his arm up. There was a bowl on the top of the machine, a seemingly boiling, bubbling and steaming. He hooked up an iv to the man’s arm, securing a needle under the skin.

He moved a bunch of the levers and buttons on the machine before stepping back, holding you as he watched. You looked on, horrified as the liquid flowed through the syringe and into the man.

He started by squirming, shaking and violently twitching.

Then he began to gasp and cry, wailing like a broken toddler. You looked at Jon, his eye were shimmering as he watched, he noticed you looking at him, he gently turned your head to look back at the man.

His torso and legs began to convulse, they tried to twist and turn, but were held down by the restrictions. That’s when the screaming started. It was blood curdling, how the man screeched, it made you terrified. He started to sling his head around, screaming and crying.

He thrusted his torso up, trying to get rid of the restraints, before he slung his head back, hitting it on the chair. He went limp, before you saw the large red gash on the back of his head.

You let out a crippling gasp, looking up where his head, a large red stain had been splattered and left on the impact point.

You stepped back, being stopped by Jons hand, he pulled you back, gently pulling you towards the now dead man. His body was still, like a statue.

“What.. did you do to him..” your voice was scared, you were scared.

“He was my test subject, he was disposable..” he looked at you, removing his mask, showing you his slightly sweaty, young face.

He looked younger then you thought he would, his skin was pale, and his cheeks were hollow. Yet his skin looked soft, his looked like a gentle kind boy. But seeing what he just did to that man, it took your breath away, in a weird way.

His eyes were intense, he leaned forward, he was so close to you. He was pretty, in a sick way, but he was still pretty.

“Is that why you brought me here,” your breath was shaky, “Are you going to do that to me,” you looked at him.

He smiled, he shook his head no, holding your face.

“Oh, no no no… I wanted to show you my work, all my hard work..” he was amazed with himself, looking back at the man’s body. He looked back at you, he leaned forward.

He gently kissed you, bringing his hand to hold the bottom of your back. You gently grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close.

He pulled back, smiling slightly, his eyes still wide and intense. He grabbed your hand, dragging you to another place.

“C’mon, lemme show you another experiment of mine…”

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bunni-writing-desk · 2 years

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Jonathan Crane would help his boyfriend/S/O with Testosterone injections. Especially if you have a fear of needles. DK Crane knows all the doctor tactics to calm someone down. Gotham Crane knows how to calm someone down from experience with his own anxiety and fear. This is just cannon no matter what Jonathan Crane it is.

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ourladyofoldgotham · 8 months

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our father

jonathan crane x male reader

NSFW 18+, minors dni

hookups, catholicism, smut

summary

Jonathan Crane goes out on a Friday night looking for sin. When he finds you, he gets that and more.

There’s something that sets him apart from across the bar. Maybe it’s the halo, maybe it’s the Sunday best. Whatever it is, it makes you want to tear him to pieces.

This isn’t what Jonathan Crane would typically pick to do on a Friday night. The music is blasting somewhere between loud and deafening, and the air is thick and hot and full of sin and filth between the bodies packed into the room. He has the distinct sense that this is not where he’s supposed to be. But, of course - it is.

University was both exactly what he had been told it would be like and nothing like what he’d expected. There was sin hidden in every darkness. That wasn’t the part he was scared of. The part he was scared of was that he liked it. That he would seek it out, that he would follow its scent like a hunting dog. That was what he was here for.

He feels your eyes on him and he turns away from your gaze, the silver crucifix around his neck glimmering coolly in the low light. You cross the room to where he’s standing alone in the corner, his sharp eyes flickering around the room.

“You don’t come here often, do you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

He chuckles nervously. Up close, you can see him even better, eyes as clear and wide as the sky and pale freckles across his nose. A flush creeps across his cheeks.

“So what brings you here tonight, then?”

You lean in, and you could swear you hear his breath quicken.

“Some friends suggested this place. They said it was nice, that maybe I could meet someone.”

“Maybe you could. Let me buy you a drink.”

You get a whiskey, neat. He gets the same thing as you, but from the face he makes when he tastes it, you can tell he’s never tried it before. It’s cute, endearing almost. Tempting.

“I think I’ve seen you around. You live near here or something?”

“I grew up in Old Gotham, but I’m here for university. I’m studying biology.”

“Not too far from the nest then, huh? I don’t think I’ve seen you around Gotham University.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and he blushes.

“I go to St. Thomas’s, the Jesuit college on campus.”

“Catholic? A man of God in a place like this? A little sinful, isn’t it?”

You grin at him.

“Maybe that’s what I’m here to find.”

He speaks just above a whisper, turning his face away. The flush in his face is spreading down his neck, and it makes you wonder how far it goes. His pupils are blown wide, his eyes on you as you tip back the rest of your drink.

You grab his wrist.

“Want me to help you find it?”

He nods silently, and you drag him to the dance floor.

The music is loud, something with a heavy beat. You don’t know the song well, but it works for what you need it to do. On the packed floor, your bodies are pressed against each other. You drag him towards you by his hips, and you feel him hard against you. He’s just a little taller than you, and he’s looking up, his throat flushed and enticing and his blue eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. You could swear he whimpers at the touch. You’d tease him more, but you can’t wait.

You grab the chain around his neck and pull him down to whisper in his ear.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

He nods, and you take his hand again, pulling him across the floor to the exit. When you get into the cool night air, you drag him into the dark alley next to the bar and pin him against the wall. You pull him into a fierce kiss, and his knees practically buckle, collapsing into you like he’s been starving for you for years.

You pull away first, him chasing you for a second before resting his head back on the brick, panting.

“I need a real yes for this one, angel. Out loud.”

“Yes. Please. Please, just touch me.”

He sounds wrecked already, almost as much as he looks. Flushed, breathing hard, his mouth spit-shiny and red already as he begs and you’ve barely touched him. He’s desperate for you in a way that seems almost implausible.

“Have you ever done this before?”

He’s clearly distracted, kissing down your neck and running his hands under your shirt, but he snaps back to attention at the question.

“No, never. Nothing, nothing like this at least.”

“This is your first time? With a stranger in an alleyway? A man who doesn’t even know your name?”

You take a step back, teasing him. He takes the bait, reaching for you.

“Jonathan. Crane. You know my name now.”

“So I do. Do you need to know mine?”

He shakes his head rapidly.

“I like it better this way.”

“Christ.”

He still looks holy, even in the Gotham alley, almost glowing under the streetlights. There’s something about angels that makes you want to see how dirty you can get them.

“Is there something else you want to call me then?”

He pauses, breath shaky.

“Daddy.”

You grin, pinning him again.

“Good boy.”

He whimpers as you kiss him, one hand running up and down his chest underneath his untucked shirt and the other rubbing the bulge in his pants. His hips buck up against you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He hardly lets you go long enough for you to unbutton his pants and pull out his cock, but when you do, he’s rock hard and dripping with precum. He moans the instant your hand touches him, hand over his mouth. You’ve only stroked him a couple times, your thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, when he cums. He spills over your fist onto his shirt, collapsing into you as he whimpers.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, just felt so good. Didn’t - had no idea it could feel like that.”

He’s panting, his hands shaky.

“That desperate for me, huh? Not exactly how good boys like you are supposed to behave, is it?”

You stroke his cheek with your hand and he melts into the touch.

“Let me make it up to you, please. Want to make you feel good.”

“You sure? It’s your first time, might be a lot. Don’t want to push you too far.”

He’s rubbing the bulge in your pants now, pressing himself into you and away from the wall. He stops kissing your neck for just a second to whisper in your ear.

“I need to feel you, daddy. Don’t you want to make me a sinner?”

A better man couldn’t have turned him down, and you’re not a better man.

“On your knees. Right here in front of me.”

He obeys you almost instantly, dropping to his knees in the alleyway, his eyes gazing up at you with barely a ring of icy blue left around his pupils.

“You want me to guide you through it?”

“Please.”

You unzip your pants and pull your cock out. You’re hard already - watching him like this does something to you. He watches it, almost transfixed.

You lift his chin up to look at you, and when you run your thumb across his bottom lip, his mouth falls open for you.

“No teeth. Don’t try to take it all at once.”

He nods up at you, and swirls his tongue around the tip of your cock. You shudder with how good it feels - it’s been longer than you thought, and it’s the first time he’s really touched you tonight.

“Good. Just like that.”

He looks gorgeous like this, pretty pink mouth wrapped around you and his blue eyes watering as he tries to take you deeper into his throat. He’s disheveled, his shirt half-untucked and his pants still undone and damp with cum.

It’s good - better than good even, he’s delectable - but you still need more. You place a hand on the back of his head, fingers tangling through his hair. You look down at him, a silent check-in, and he nods.

You go as slow as you can, watching him breathe slowly though his nose. The wet heat of his mouth is almost enough to drive you crazy.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?”

He pulls off and starts stroking you almost painfully slowly.

“Only for you.”

You throw your head back against the wall and groan as he licks up the underside of your cock.

“Didn’t think a little angel like you would be such a natural at this.”

He grins, something sharp and dangerous, and then he sinks down all the way to the base, his throat swallowing around you.

It’s not long until you’re close, and you pull him off by his hair, starting to stroke yourself with the other. He pouts, trying to bat it away.

“Fuck - no, gonna cum.”

“I know.”

He takes you back into his mouth, his eyes looking up at you adoringly and then fluttering shut as he swallows every last drop down.

“Holy shit. Come up here.”

You tug at his crucifix and drag him in for a kiss with one hand, doing up your pants with the other.

“Such a good fucking boy for me, huh?”

He nods, and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

You let him go after a minute, and he leans back against the wall, panting. He does his pants back up, running a hand through his hair and trying to smooth out his shirt. He still looks debauched, but you have to admit he cleans up nice.

“You find what you were looking for tonight, Mr. Jonathan Crane?”

“Yes. I think I did.”

“Guess I should be letting you go now then.”

You move to leave the alley, but he catches your hand.

“Well, I’m not quite sure I can head back to my dorm in this state. After all, they might suspect something.”

He looks nervous behind the seductiveness, and you remember for a second exactly how new all this is to him.

“Of course. Can’t let you go back to St. Thomas like this, can I? Might just have to take you home with me.”

There’s a soft relief in his eyes, and he leans into you. Your arm wraps around his waist, protecting him from the chill of the night. His head drops onto your shoulder, tired, and it stays there until you see the bright white of the taxi headlights coming around the corner.

sorry god. everyone else thanks for reading

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