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.
[Fill] Bane/John Blake, Warning: Non-con; black-mail (for sex)
anonymous
July 24 2012, 04:32:57 UTC
[[[ A/N: 'Fill' or 'Minifill'...? I'm not entirely sure what the difference is between the two, so, here, have some 'cake'...]]]
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
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Re: [Fill] Bane/John Blake, Warning: Non-con; black-mail (for sex)
anonymous
August 2 2012, 22:31:42 UTC
Don´t you dare to apologize for such an amazingly written fic! :) I think you are a real talent. You wrote a horror story, scary as hell, so intense that it made me cringe at the thought of what John was through. Yet you managed to keep it not overtly explicit. Keep writting, I´m your fan.
*Blushes* Thank you, darling! I'm glad it worked out so well. Horror is actually one of my favourite genres, so the fact that I was able to give someone the genuine heebie-geebies is more than I could have ever asked for (lol). And yeah, I'm going to keep on writing. Currently working on two other prompts in this kinkmeme, but it's slow going. Hopefully another prompt doesn't wander by and distract me from my work...(as if that's ever going to happen, heh). ;D
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 ( ... )
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