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Smut Picture Prompts Meme: Full of Ragrets Edition

the smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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"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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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?"

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.

"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?"

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.

"I know," Scarecrow finally pulls out of Nightwing, now that his cock is soft. "Do you hate me?"

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Crane pauses, still looking at Nightwing. For an instant, he almost looks sad. "You always say that. And every time I almost want to believe you."

"Come back with me."

He's not fighting, not right now. He's not even working to free himself just yet.

"Back to Arkham, you mean?" Where he would be stuck inside a cell. "Come with me. We can run away together, away from the Bat."

His shoulders slump as much as they can with his wrists still bound. "I can't live your life. You know that."

"I know." It was worth a shot. Just as often as Nightwing urged Crane to seek help, he asked the vigilante to start over with him. "I think the time it will take you to free yourself and put your clothes back on will be a good head start."

He brings his legs together, crossing them as demurely as he can and winces at the burn in his thighs. Tomorrow, he's going to be sore.

"Why me?"

"If you're expecting me to get down on one knee and propose, you're mistaken," He makes his way to the door, turning to look at Nightwing one last time.

He isn't stupid enough to expect that, but he did hope for some sort of answer. Nightwing sighs and turns his head, looking away.

"I would, however, be lying if I said that I didn't care for you in the slightest," Which is as good as it can get from the Scarecrow when it comes to a confession of feelings. He leaves Nightwing, telling his goons to get the van.

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