#scarecrowcranes

[scarecrowcranes]

can’t you see, my sweet patient? that i’m not here to fix you. the fact that you’re so sick and broken is what entices me more. in fact, i’m here to make you worse

[scarecrowcranes]

a mentally ill and unstable patient coming into my office for therapy work. spilling all their secrets and sins to me, detailing all about how much they crave pain and suffering. they tell me their trauma, yet are completely unaware of the fact that i’m stroking my cock to the sound of their voice.

[scarecrowcranes]

introduction

hello, my name is jonathan crane, but you can call me dr. crane, jonathan, scarecrow, or crow if we’re close.

bisexual

taken by my lovely boy❤️

jonathan crane fictive

bodily 22 alter age is 28 though

romantic paraphilie (anti contact)

kinks/paras: bondage, medical play, teasing, forced intox, hypnosis, blood, sensory play, pain

common tags

nymphomania posting- sexual posts

fear toxin- reblogs

love toxin- romantic posting

words of wellness🩻- asks

confessions- venting

clipped wings 🪽- tag for my darling

sing, sweet angel of music- lyrics/songs

anons:

minors do not interact you will be blocked on sight. this also goes for “chrono” minors or whatever. you can’t transition your age. you’re a child. get off the internet.

i follow back from: @hockeymutt

[scarecrowcranes]

guys my bf keeps trying to bite my dick off do i give him a chew toy orr

[scarecrowcranes]

words alone could never express how much i adore you, how badly i crave you, how perfect you are

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you wake up to bright white lights blinding you, unable to move your arms, or your legs. and you’re afraid, this setting looks too familiar. you’ve been here before, but not like this. not strapped down with an IV in one arm, a simple saline drip to keep you hydrated. you’re unable to catch your breath as the door slams open, and i enter. pushing a cart with a large syringe, and a vial of bright orange liquid.

my smile is familiar and warm, and it begins to ease your nerves. you know me, i’m your kind and caring psychiatrist. your eyes beg and plead for release from the straps holding you down, but it doesn’t matter. you’re not going anywhere. my words sound clouded as i explain the process of what we are about to do, you have no choice but to agree. and with that, a quick, sharp, pain in your other arm. a standard dose of fear toxin.

you writhe and struggle and scream as you hallucinate your biggest fear. crying and sobbing, begging for me to let you go. “please, help me dr. crane! make it stop.”

oh my sweet little experiment, we’re only just getting started.

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strapping them to my table before slowly injecting them with such a small dose of fear toxin, maybe an altered formula. a formula to show their biggest sexual desire, something they know they shouldn’t want. yet that’s what they receive, they cannot fight it. they cannot run. but not to worry, dr. crane is here, i’ll monitor your vitals. i’ll be sure to not get too handsy.

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daily reminder that i love my boyfriend