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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 2017-03-20 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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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 05:20 am (UTC)(link)

"Come back with me."

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

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 06:02 am (UTC)(link)

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

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 06:30 am (UTC)(link)

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?"

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 07:09 am (UTC)(link)

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.

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[personal profile] doctor_terror 2017-03-20 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
"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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[personal profile] flybybirdie 2017-03-20 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)

For a moment after Crane leaves, Nightwing stares at the ceiling, shaken. And then he moves, undoing his bonds and dressing as quickly as he can. As expected, his legs are weak and the rope had left marks on his wrists, but he pushes that to the side.

There'll be a lecture, later, for going MIA for a few hours.