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The Meme Maid ([personal profile] meme_maid) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-18 11:15 pm

Smut Picture Prompts Meme: Full of Ragrets Edition

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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-19 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)

The moment the motion stops, he's shaking in his bonds, struggling as he tries to regain some of the friction. His mask prevents Crane from seeing the way his gaze is bleary and how his pupils are blown wide, but his expression is clear from the bright flush on his cheeks and the way he pants, lips parted as he tries to squeeze down on the toy.

"P-please..." It's hard to say whether or not he's agreeing with the doctor, or if he just wants more. It's hard for him to know, but he thinks his skin will split if he doesn't get some sort of relief soon.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-19 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Crane smirks again, relishing how he has the vigilante in his hands like this, begging for more. "Since you asked so nicely..."

He slowly removes the toy, inch by inch, so Nightwing can feel every bit of it leave him. Leaving him empty for now, Scarecrow takes some nearby lubricant he'd obtained along with the dildo and unzips himself. Crane takes his cock out, already hard from watching Nightwing writhe like this, and slicks himself up.

Scarecrow positions himself above the younger man, prodding his opening to make him ache for it more, until finally pushing inside of him.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-19 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)

The way the toy drags out makes him claw at the ropes holding him still, the young hero sobbing in dismay as he left open and empty, hips humping desperately as he tries to find some form of satisfaction. But with the toy gone and Crane's hand no longer on his cock, he gets nothing.

"Please," he begs, and something inside him knows this is wrong, but he can't be bothered to care, not when there's a fire burning him up from inside. There's a slight pressure against him, and Nightwing knows he shouldn't be begging like this, but it's just a tease, making his aching emptiness all the more apparent. "Please, please, god-- I need it, I need it!"

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, beg me for it," Crane thrusts into the younger man, letting out a low moan as he does so, his cock surrounded by warm flesh. "You want me. Admit it." He gave a hard thrust of his hips, gripping the younger man's waist with both hands.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 12:56 am (UTC)(link)

One hand has the sharp prickling sensation of cold needles against his over-heated skin, and Nightwing moans for it. He folds up slightly, abdomen tensing as he wraps his legs around Crane's hips.

"A-ah, please! I want--you, oh," the words and sounds come out in time with the thrusting as he's rocked back and forth on the bed.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Crane starts to thrust a little faster and harder, leaning down so he can lick Nightwing's neck, tongue pushing out between the threads on his mask.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 01:12 am (UTC)(link)

Nightwing whimpers, his head falling back.

He can't-- There's something-- What...

Between each half-formed thought, there's a sudden burst of pleasure as he gasps and begs, filth falling from between his lips as he tries to drag his partner closer.

The night. The ambush. The fire that burns within him. The overwhelming terror. The pricking of needles. The friction that keeps him hard and dripping.

"Crane--" he breathes, "Ah, Crane--a-ah... Oh!" It all comes back to him in a rush, just in time for a particularly harsh thrust that makes him shout.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Scarecrow's masked face grazes Nightwing's cheek, trailing along until his burlap-covered lips touch the vigilante's in a strange kiss.

"I could fill your lungs with toxin, make you imagine me as your worst fear. Wouldn't that make for an interesting evening." The hand that didn't have the needles stroked Nightwing's thigh.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 01:29 am (UTC)(link)

He tenses, but all that does is make him clench down around the hard cock rocking inside him. His thighs are spread wide, keeping him open and vulnerable, and he's so hard he's leaking down onto his stomach.

"D-don't, ah, ah...!"

The thing is-- He knows that it isn't an empty threat. Crane's done it before; got some sort of perverse pleasure out of wringing wanton pleas and orgasms from Nightwing even as he wept and shook in terror.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"You would rather look at this face while I have sex with you then?" Crane runs a finger down his mask, tracing the stitches. His fellow rogues had suggested he get plastic surgery to fix the horrific mess under it, but Scarecrow had brushed them off.

The hand at Nightwing's thigh slides up, between their bodies, to grab Nightwing's cock and start giving him a handjob again.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 02:00 am (UTC)(link)

He shuts his eyes. It's not that he finds Crane horrific, he's just-- This isn't the first, second, or even third time they've ended up fucking. It's just that each time, he can't justify it to himself, can't convince himself that it's okay.

The Scarecrow is a villain. Every time they meet, it's because Nightwing is there to stop some sort of scheme Scarecrow has hatched.

But then Crane takes his cock in hand, and Nightwing bites down hard on his lip to try and hold back the needy sound he makes.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
There is something perversely satisfying in knowing that he can turn Nightwing, a hero who lives to stop crime, into putty in his hands. Enemies one moment, lover another.

"I will make you come, Nightwing. Rest assured." He thrusts as hard and fast as he can into the younger man.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 02:26 am (UTC)(link)

He's not far from it, that's the problem. Despite his weak protests, he's rocking down onto Crane's cock even as he pushes up into Crane's hand.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"See how much you like it?" Crane taunts, leaning back down for another strange kiss around his mask. How he could pull that mask away and see who his Nightwing was, yet he refrained from doing so.

Crane gasped and his mouth hung open in a silent moan as he climaxed, yet he didn't stop thrusting, wanting to see Nightwing to completion and continue with his satisfaction at seeing the vigilante come for him.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)

The spill of warmth inside him is unmistakable, but it mostly did nothing but make him burn even hotter, and he tenses, struggling to stay quiet even as sounds of pleasure keep slipping out.

A few more thrusts, and he's coming with a loud cry, wrists rubbed raw by the ropes keeping his arms bound by his head.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Crane groans as he feels Nightwing's flesh tighten around him again, and witnesses the subsequent climax, nodding with satisfaction. He doesn't stop thrusting until both of them are completely spent.

He hovers over Nightwing, cock still inside him. "What to do with you now? Do I give you your costume back and have you dumped into an alley? Or do we take a moment and fight it out as usual?"
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 03:44 am (UTC)(link)

He pants heavily for air, dragging in each precious breath with a faint sort of desperation. "Why do this at all?" He has to know.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Is it so hard to believe that I'm a man with needs and desires?" Crane runs his fingers down Nightwing's chest. "Or that I happen to think you're worthy of my attention?"
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 04:17 am (UTC)(link)

Nightwing moans, shifting as he tries in vain to move away. It makes him aware of Crane slowly softening inside him, though, and he bites his lip, going still again. "You should hate me," he says weakly.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," Scarecrow finally pulls out of Nightwing, now that his cock is soft. "Do you hate me?"
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 04:21 am (UTC)(link)

The answer should be fast and easy, but he can't say it, can't say the yes that he knows Crane expects. Nightwing looks away, beginning to shiver as the sweat slowly begins to evaporate from his skin. No, he doesn't hate him.

"Are you going to dose me?" he asks instead.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Crane looks down at his glove, then at the vigilante still bound before him. "Not tonight, Nightwing." Even though he knows it's a bad idea, he reaches up and loosens the restraints, without untying him completely.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 04:54 am (UTC)(link)

"Thank you." It's quiet and sincere, and in return, he doesn't move to free himself. Not just yet. "My uniform?"

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Scarecrow goes over to a box in the corner, opening it up and tossing Nightwing the rest of his costume. "Do what you will." He approaches Nightwing and brushes his damaged lips against the other man's one more time.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 05:15 am (UTC)(link)

Before the other man pulls away, Nightwing calls out to him again: "Crane. You don't have to do this." He has to try. Every time, he fails. But he still has to try.

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