Batman Kink Meme
THE BATMAN KINK MEME
nanakibh here~! For those of you who don't know what these are, allow me to explain. It's a place where you can request fics anonymously and have your deepest, darkest desires be fulfilled. Anon A requests and Anon B writes for the prompt. Easy as that.
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nanakibh here~! For those of you who don't know what these are, allow me to explain. It's a place where you can request fics anonymously and have your deepest, darkest desires be fulfilled. Anon A requests and Anon B writes for the prompt. Easy as that.
★ Request anonymously. Or not. It's really up to you, I suppose.
★ Clearly state ( Read more... )
“Are you fearful, Jonathan? Why… are you frightened?” Tetch continued his goading, drawing forth more harsh looks from Crane. “I certainly can understand, we’re all scared of differen-“ Jervis ceased his taunting instantaneously as Crane shot forward and seized the off blue collar of his issued asylum ensemble. Furry stuck to Crane’s features and he met Tetch’s eyes once again, but this time without apprehension.
“I am not frightened.” He breathed, intensity entwined in his voice.
“Then let your need guide your behavior, suppress your instinct to lead, pursue rabbit.” Retorted Jervis, grin growing more wicked as he spoke.
That was all it took for Crane to slam him down atop the chess board, the abiding pieces and tea mugs flying from the table and spinning onto the tile floor. Crane was pissed, shoving Jervis downward with clenched fists still entangled in the shirt collar, his face inches away. Jervis bent upwards and pushed his lips to meet Jonathan’s. He bit onto Jonathan’s lower lip and continued to roughly mesh them together while running his hands over the fabric of Crane’s matching shirt. He lifted the shirt after reaching the bottom seam and placed his hands franticly over Jonathan’s lean upper torso. Jonathan inhaled sharply, tearing his lips away from Jervis’s and grabbed the man’s refined hands in his own, forcing them above his blonde head. Crane panted, trying to keep his cool while Jervis smirked below him, softly rubbing his fingers against Jonathans grip.
“You’re mad!” screeched Jonathan, losing his grip not only on Jervis, but also the small amount of sanity that kept him from himself.
The Hatter peered up at Jonathan with concern, the corners of his mouth imitating the ghost of a smile, and declared tenderly, “We’re all mad here.”
Crane’s mind made a violent switch as he bent forward and delivered a bruising kiss, it turning somewhat gentle as Jervis’s tongue slid from out his mouth to press against the recipients’ closed lips. Jonathan hesitantly opened his mouth, shutting his eyes tight when he felt Jervis’s tongue brush inside. Crane suppressed his urge to run, to hide, to bash Tetch over the head with the nearby fallen mug, and tried to kiss back. Why be afraid? What the hell was wrong with him? He had no fear. None. He was not going to back down to some fool’s dare, especially not from Tetch.
The kiss escalated, their tongues colliding together sloppily as Jervis clung to Jonathan’s asylum shirt. Jervis was the next to break the kiss, trying to catch his breath while he tugged at the material. Jonathan arched up and in one swoop relieved himself of the cloth. Jervis did the same and again began his frantic roam of the taller man’s torso, eliciting shaky breaths from Crane as he delicately ran his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Jonathan then caught Tetch in another harsh kiss, snaking his own hands down Jervis’s sides. He kept his eyes closed so as not to see Jervis, but opened them again when he heard the blonde man faintly groan. Jervis was watching him, raw need and lust distinct in his eyes.
“Jonathan… wonderland is near… it’s- It’s down… the rabbit hole… Jonathan.” He whispered between each forceful kiss.
Crane pulled away, tilted his head askew, and simply replied, “Jonathan isssn’t here right now…”
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He met Jervis square in the face and gnarled, “You’re not going to like pat-a-cake when I’m through.”
Jervis’s face clenched with the pressure of Crane’s cock burying itself inside him. He stiffened, trying to relax into the strain, but did not have time to recover. Jonathan kept forcing himself steadily inside and Jervis whimpered in pain, his arms pinned by Crane’s torso. Crane let the side of his head rest between the left crook of Tetch’s neck and shoulder and felt the man writhe in discomfort beneath his frame. Soft pants and gasps escaped from Jervis and he tried to wrap his legs around Jonathan’s lithe waist. Crane suddenly clenched Jervis’s thighs and fastened his legs apart with talon like nails, brutally biting into the receptive flesh of Jervis’s neck. Tetch yelped in pain and tried to wriggle himself away from Crane’s surprisingly sharp incisors.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son… The jaws that bite, the claws that caAAAATCH!” shrilled Jervis as Jonathan gave a particularly forceful thrust, grinding himself in circles to further his entrance.
Crane’s penis was little more than halfway inside Tetch’s body when he began to recede back. Jervis made a slight sigh of relief. At the sound Crane growled and shoved his cock back inside making the man below cry out briefly before biting his lower lip to silence himself. Jonathan was beginning to find a rhythm after the first, uncomfortably, tight thrusts and Jervis began to move in unison with him. Both found themselves panting and Tetch started to purse his lips against the joint end of Jonathan’s jaw; squirming a hand free and weaving it through Crane’s hair as well. He moaned as Jonathan thrust a bit faster, feeling far more at ease then previously.
Jonathan took his right hand from Tetch’s thigh and effortlessly covered the blonde’s mouth. He closed his eyes like he had before and lifted himself an inch above Jervis’s mouth, touching his forehead to his hand that laid there. He wanted to smack Tetch for enjoying himself, but found he was too busy indulging in his own enjoyment. Muffled words came from underneath Crane’s hand as he kept his steady rhythm, also noting how Tetch’s heartbeat matched his thrusts. He lifted his forehead and removed his hand from Tetch’s mouth to fondle the man’s jaw.
“Wonderland… I’m almost there, ahh… wonderland…” Jervis chanted quietly, his eyes shut.
Crane gripped the jaw his hand had been caressing and pressed his lips softly to his companion’s. As Jervis came his own orgasm reached its peak when he felt the man spasm beneath him. He mouthed the Hatter’s name silently. Crane collapsed upon Tetch, legs slumping as gave out.
Jervis sighed and said dreamily, “I was there… my god… wonderland…”
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“Are you just going to lay there? Get up.” sneered Jonathan, throwing his dirty shirt at Jervis.
Jervis sat forward placing his outstretched arms behind him for support, his legs dangling off the side of the table. He appeared listless, eyes half lidded and smile clearly evident. Crane’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed his pants.
He quickly pulled them on and said, “I’ll need to get more clothing.”
“Where… where is your scarecrow outfit?” asked Jervis, still somewhat dazed.
“None of your damn business.” Crane replied, reverting back to his hard exterior.
He glanced at Tetch, who was cleaning himself off, and skulked out of the employee’s lounge. He went to the side of the staircase and leaned forward onto his forearms, gripping a hand in his hair. He looked down at all the abandoned junk below and wanted to wretch. He was a fool.
“I suppose you’ll want to stay, Jonathan? You simply can’t leave now that we’ve found wonderland together.” Jervis hollered from inside the room, his voice the same tone as it was before their intimacy.
Crane didn’t comply, still feeling sick. His mind had switched from the fearless Scarecrow back to the timid, hopeless, bookworm he knew he was. He swallowed hard and came to another realization. There had been no silly costume, no micro-technology, no electronic headband placed within the confines of his hat. Just him; short, annoying, light haired Jervis Tetch. It was not the Hatter, it was him. He always got what he wanted, always in control. Crane felt himself beginning to vomit.
“Tea is on the stove, Jonathan!”
-Fin (hope you like)
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I dont know why so few people do this pairing cause to me it always seemed just perfect and you write it just perfectly =)
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