Round One Prompt Post
Round One Is Currently Closed To New Prompts
Welcome to 'Round One' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
This round will close when it reaches three thousand comments and after two weeks, another prompt post will open.
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Welcome to 'Round One' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
This round will close when it reaches three thousand comments and after two weeks, another prompt post will open.
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Dwight, Anthony, Sebastian, Charlie, Dylan-
The next cry catches in the back of his throat. Sounds pitiful and hollow. A little like him.
He closes his eyes and swallows; opens them again. There's a crack in the ceiling that stretches from the fart north-east corner to maybe a foot away from the windowsill. He's been staring at it for the last fifteen minutes in an attempt to ignore the madness going on between his legs.
-Joshua, Mathias, Hogan, Izzy-
And it's not difficult, per say, to remove himself from the situation at hand; his body. To become a witness instead of the victim, at least momentarily, until Bane gets him with a well-aimed thrust. And it hurts. Hurts in a way he never would've dreamed possible. It's a pain so deep-a pain so acute that he isn't too sure how he's going to make himself come back to this, again and again and again, until either the bomb is found or it takes everyone in this godforsaken city with it...
-Cory, Mitch, Tony, Sadar, Kelvin-
The hand on his left hip shifts. Slides down his trembling thigh to cup the back of his knee, lifting his leg as Bane leans further forward, almost close enough to kiss.
He's blocking John's view of the ceiling crack now, eyes two soulless pits that drown him in the oily ichor of a twisted mind. So John closes his own and immediately hates how it seems to heighten everything else around him.
-Wally, Trent, Vince, Olexander-
The angle's changed; precipitates the man's completion as his thrusts begin to stutter out of time. Bane is panting madly through the filter of his mask and John can feel the faintest flutter of every breath against his face. He's still trying to hold the noises in; keeps one hand twisted in the sheets, the other in the pillow by his face, lest he accidentally touch the man. Prays that this means the end, because the pain is unimaginable.
He wants to scream.
-David, Kyle, Leroy-
And he nearly does, but he's able to cut the next cry short because by then Bane has begun to falter. Just a few short jabs and a flood of warmth-because the bastard doesn't have the decency to use a goddamn condom-but that's all it takes before it's over..
It's over.
-Christopher, Taddas...
Bane doesn't withdraw immediately. Grabs John firmly, though gently, by the jaw instead until he opens his eyes and meets his steely gaze.
“I wonder...” the man murmurs, voice alter by the mask, “is a hero in secret really a hero at all?”
...Conner, Phillip...
“Don't...” he chokes, because he wouldn't have them learn the truth, even if it killed him.
This is one secret he'll gladly take to his grave...
Bane laughs mockingly. Brushes his fingertips against the side of John's face in a parody of affection and kindness. “I'm a man of my word, Mr. Blake. So long as you can say the same for yourself, I foresee us having no problems.”
...Adam...Franklin...
He doesn't know how he'll be able to drag himself back here tomorrow night, but he'll do it. Even if Bane's hand slips down to grab him by the hip, rhythm starting anew; even if John can't help but bury his nails in the bastard's back then and scream and writhe, because, God, this time he really can't-he can't-
...Austin...
...But...but he'll do it.
...Levi...
And he will, because-
Because he can...
...Joseph.
...for them.
[[[A/N: ...Dafuq did I just write?
Seriously-many apologies, my dear! I ship the whole Bane/Blake thing going on here, but when I really had the chance to stop and think about it I just didn't see Johnny~boy consenting. At all.
Also, Bane scares the holy kit-and-caboodles out of me, so I wrote him like an ass. I'm sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for. It's just, uh, uhn...damn. Brain's dead again. Please excuse me while I find myself a new set of batteries...
*bows head and quickly scurries away*]]]
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Also, after I posted the darn thing, I went back to reread your prompt and realized it was supposed to be in a Post-Apocalyptic setting, so, ah, I hope this is still okay...? I'm actually tempted to write a continuation, because, honest to goodness, this is the only time I've ever filled a prompt in a single comment and the angst hurts so bad I'm having a hard time just letting go...
In any case, tell me what you think. If did a continuation, is there anything you'd like to request?
;)
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By request do you mean plot wise or kink wise? As far as plot nothing more than Bane continuing to be a terrifying bastard and for kink, idk, I love how big Hardy's hands are so some thing w that. Like Bane threatening to/actually fisting Blake? If that isn't to squicky for you?
Or just ignore this and do whatever you want because I'm sure it will be great regardless.
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*throws Batman at John*
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In any case, thank you darling. ;)
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Many thanks, darling. ;)
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Beautifully written, too. I love the litany he uses to get himself through it, and Blake's courage, and how he'll do anything to keep the kids safe. He's the most awesome character, and damn, Bane is scary as shit.
I second the OP! Lovely!
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Anyhow, many thanks, my dear! I'm glad you enjoyed it. ;D
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