Exposure Therapy (Jonathan Crane x reader)

Part 1

Summary | Your therapist tries a new method of treatment to help you with your fears.
Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, rape, non con, dub con, oral, p in v sex, fingering, fear play, crying, rape (again. I'm really emphasizing this lol), forced breeding, unprotected sex, threats of involuntary admission to asylum
Notes | This is rape. Just straight up. Sure she's attracted to him and trying not to think of it like that but it's literally just rape. Final warning.

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You had been meeting with Dr. Crane for a few weeks now. You were mostly just talking, sometimes he'd have you try something to start to get you more comfortable living normally. But the progress was slow overall.

"There is another form of treatment we could try." He suggested, setting his pen down on the notebook and giving you his full attention.

"If you think it'll help." You shrugged.

"Do you know what exposure therapy is?"

"Um... yeah. But isn't that for phobias of bugs or heights?"

"Usually, yes. But those aren't the only types of fear this technique can help with."

"Oh... I'm not sure I understand, Dr. Crane."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course." You nodded.

"In our first session you told me it feels like you're living everyday waiting to become part of the statistic."

"Yeah?"

"If you're already part of the statistic, do you think you'll still feel that way?"

"Um... I guess not? I don't understand what you're getting at." He set his notebook and pen down on the coffee table, then stood up, making his way to the empty side of the couch as you stared at him in confusion.

"You're lucky you came to me, you know. Most doctors don't care enough to try everything possible to help their patients." You gave a small smile in response, not able to talk before he continued. "In order for this to work you need to trust me completely, can you do that?"

"Yes, but I'm still not sure what it is you're doing." He stared at you for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh and taking off his glasses. He set them on the table, then met your gaze again.

"Studies show that patients who relive traumatic experiences in controlled environments can actually better overcome that trauma. Now in your case it's slightly different because your fears were not born out of trauma, but I still think it can help." He paused as he debated what to say next.

"With the kinks you've indulged in already, the environment might have been a little too controlled." You furrowed your brows, trying to understand. "Putting you in a situation that is controlled, just not by you, should be effective." He said, placing a hand on your thigh.

"Dr. Crane, what-" He shushed you, slowly rubbing his hand up and down your thigh, each time getting closer to your skirt.

"You know, I thought about doing this at your house- maybe wear a mask so you didn't know it was me. But that wouldn't be controlled enough. So I knew it had to be here." He said quietly, an unnerving smile on his lips. "With someone you trust." When he slowly started leaning forward, you moved back until you were laying on the couch with him hovering above you.

"There's nothing to be frightened of- I'm no heathen. This isn't about committing a violent act against a defenseless woman, it's about helping you work through your fears. I have every intention of making sure you can take me comfortably." He maneuvered himself between your legs, your skirt rising as they parted. Your eyes widened at his words, finally understanding.