gothamincarnal

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[imbetterthanyouforever]

VegaBoys, 2020. Pastel on paper.

[theclownprnc-arch]

gotham-incarnal​:

A head pat? Bat closed his eyes and chuckled at the absurdity of it. Yet, he leaned in. How much Joker had mellowed out.

His hand moved through green hair, a hum in his chest as he relaxed and held his partner close for a moment.

Whenever you’re ready. Despite his hesitancy, that confirmation of patience changed things. Things had slowed down, and Bat felt far more at ease. In control.

“You would need my help with it, wouldn’t you?” He said after a while, confident and slightly teasing. Decisive. He separated them gently. Raised his left wrist, right hand holding Jokers palm. Slowly kissed the first three fingers. Looked into Jokers eyes, heart thudding but less in fear. In excitment and bravery.

Then he looked down. Slowly guided and placed each finger on the three latches hidden along his inner forearm. “Push down and pull.” His hand over Joker as he showed him the motion. He’d said he wouldn’t hurt him, and– Bat was inclined to believe him. He wanted this, paranoia be damned.

A slow exhale as the armor clicked and both halves released, the hinge unlocking. Bat slid his hand free. Flexed bare fingers. They tingled at the air– finger, palm, wrist, forearm all exposed. Slid his palm hungrily over purple glove to pull it free. It felt very Victorian, the intimacy of a simple, warm hand touch. He grinned at the novelty of it. The next step taken.

If he only took a moment for some self-reflection, he probably would be repulsed by how much he had warmed to the Bat. He was always open with him in his own peculiar way, but it’d never came down to this. To tenderness and care, and understanding worthy of a dedicated lover. Suddenly, next to him, he felt so small. Though not in a way that filled him with inferiority. It felt… nice, oddly nice. Joker didn’t know why and for now, the clown didn’t care to pointlessly mull over it.

Breathy chuckle and a light nod, alert yet dreamy eyes followed the gentle movement of the other’s lips. Sheez, his pale cheeks must’ve been tinted with hues of bright pink by now. Who would’ve thought that such small acts of puppy love would nearly squeeze a high-pitched, abashed giggle out of his voice box?

Following the instruction, with some help the piece of armour was soon freed and a rush of innocent thrill was quick to raise hairs up his nape. Cautiously, curious fingertips began exploring newly revealed forearm and once their skins met, he already knew it would be hard to let go of him. Ever. Lifting the Bat’s hand slowly, his thumb pad affectionately caressed his knuckles before leaning in and peppering them with little pecks. As if to apologize to them for each time he left them battered.

[gotham-incarnal]

He hadn't felt the strange, chemical burned texture of Jokers skin before. Not like this. Fingers explored over his skin, tracing scars and dancing between freckles. He felt the lips on his scarred knuckles, his own blush at how silly it all felt. The kisses quickly and softly brushed against his skin.

No. Silly wasn't quite the right word. Casual, adorable, wonderful, still didn't quite fit. Gentle and strange. Precious. Who would have thought he'd ever think such gentle and intimate words about the man standing before him. He let out his own little tittering chuckle, eyes crinkled as his lips turned in a smile.

He felt safer, as Joker responded to the vulnerability with an uncharacteristic softness. After the kisses were placed, he reached forward. Bare hand on Joker's pink cheek. He could feel more details beneath his fingers. The curve of his cheek and jaw. Joker looked human in this moment. His fingers glided down under his ear, fingertips brushing against soft green curls. Palm cupped his face. It fit just-right. Bat brushed his thumb over the curve of his lover's warped mouth. Traced the warm skin with his own. Overjoyed and overwhelmed, he took a deep breath and beamed wide.

Bruce gently lifted his other arm, pushing against Joker's free hand. Another step.

[trustymikh]

boy oh boy, @emptysiac​ showed me this lingerie and things happened

[theclownprnc-arch]

gotham-incarnal​:

His arms tensed as fingers started fiddling with the tie (one Bruce had gotten him, wasnt it?) and slipped it off. Skin tingled in anticipation as he was blinded. Footsteps faded slightly and Joker warned him not to move. Bruce’s head turned, attention reflexively zeroed in on the noises. The breathing and shoes. Too much training. Too much trauma.

He took a calming breath. Let the hypervigilance sink away. There was a strange sort of safety in giving up control. He trusted Joker. Trusted him enough to allow this. Turning the fear into a game. He wasn’t going to get seriously hurt. Not in any true danger. Just a rollercoaster.

Fingers curled around the edges of the counter, heart racing even as his breathing relaxed and his gaze drafted into a more natural position. Shoulders slumped and he shifted his weight as he settled in. Got comfortable. Waiting anxiously– not fearfully– for the next move.

“Yessir.” His own face turned coy, smirking.

An electrifying shiver was quick to bolt down his spine just at the view of the Bat at the moment — eyes covered, hands leaning against the closest material support. Joker liked it. Joker knew he liked it more than he should. If a couple of months earlier someone told him that the thought of taking advantage of such vulnerability wouldn’t even cross his mind, he’d deem it insane. But now no traces of malice were marking ideas storming through his head. Since they’d come to this stage— he would never forgive himself if he lost this trust he’d been chasing after for what seemed to be ages.

Lips curled up in a playful half-grin as he continued his unhurried stroll, pulling out a chair before heading to the neighbouring room to get some ropes. For once not crimson-stained. And for once they wouldn’t be restraining a hostage. Returning to the Bat, the jester’s hand clutched on the collar of the other’s shirt, leading him towards the seat he’d prepared for him a while ago. With the pressure put on his broad shoulders, Joker wordlessly commanded him to sit down.

“This new look suits you,” he mentioned with an impish tone to his voice, dragging his index finger along his lover’s jawline.

[gotham-incarnal]

His shirt was grabbed, then he was tugged forward. It felt so nice, pulled along while knowing it wasn't anything dangerous. His breathing shallowed, felt heat pool in his stomach and core.

He sat obediently. A sharp inhale at the finger on his jaw. Unexpected, as everything was when he was blinded. A little disoriented, vulnerable but very, very exited. He tilted his head to give more access, a soft gentle gasp. Every touch was unexpected and more intense, all focus narrowed in the darkness. God, he was going to be a mess by the end. Might end up begging if Joker played his cards right.

"I'm sure you'll make me look absolutely beautiful when you're done." He praised, giving his own impish grin.

[gotham-incarnal]

A head pat? Bat closed his eyes and chuckled at the absurdity of it. Yet, he leaned in. How much Joker had mellowed out.

His hand moved through green hair, a hum in his chest as he relaxed and held his partner close for a moment.

Whenever you're ready. Despite his hesitancy, that confirmation of patience changed things. Things had slowed down, and Bat felt far more at ease. In control.

"You would need my help with it, wouldn't you?" He said after a while, confident and slightly teasing. Decisive. He separated them gently. Raised his left wrist, right hand holding Jokers palm. Slowly kissed the first three fingers. Looked into Jokers eyes, heart thudding but less in fear. In excitment and bravery.

Then he looked down. Slowly guided and placed each finger on the three latches hidden along his inner forearm. "Push down and pull." His hand over Joker as he showed him the motion. He'd said he wouldn't hurt him, and-- Bat was inclined to believe him. He wanted this, paranoia be damned.

A slow exhale as the armor clicked and both halves released, the hinge unlocking. Bat slid his hand free. Flexed bare fingers. They tingled at the air-- finger, palm, wrist, forearm all exposed. Slid his palm hungrily over purple glove to pull it free. It felt very Victorian, the intimacy of a simple, warm hand touch. He grinned at the novelty of it. The next step taken.

[kanclerg]

[qquinntessential]

gotham-incarnal​:

Bats weren’t known for purring and The Bat certainly wasn’t. Rarer still was the 6ft5 creature caught as a little spoon.

She’s in his home, and it’s safe. Truly relaxing. Half a mind to ask her to stay. To stay for… a while. Nothing complicated just– living together sans greasepainted interruption. More moments like this.

The kisses on his neck were heaven, soft and gentle. She marked that spot. Just beneath the unbuttoned collar, the curve of his shoulder met the neck met her warm lips. His eyes fluttered closed, a lazy arc of his spine and throat. Soft rumble of excitement and yearning.

He turned his head, chasing the corner of her mouth as he rolled to face her. Small complaining hum at the teasing.

Leg slowly slid between hers. His own lips met her throat, chaste at first. Gentle nibble at the jaw right below her ear, planning to bruise before pulling away.

“I’d was thinking of returning the favor. If you have more lipstick on you.” His makeup bag was in the bathroom, and this embrace was too warm to move from. Unless she asked. Anything she asked.

“Or rather… I could–” Kiss to her neck, thumb tracing her neckline. “Go get mine,” kiss. “and we could see what colors look best.”

Another giggle escapes, soft, AMUSED by the BIG BAD BAT’S almost - displeased hum. She will admit, she’s a fan of the way she affects him, not - quite - DRUNK on power, but ENJOYING it nonetheless. But then the tables are turned and suddenly she’s FACE TO FACE with him. Soft whine scrapes past parted lips, the leg between her own only FEEDING the fire growing in her core. Thin fingers tangle into dark locks, urging him to maintain their proximity, lest she feel the cool draft of separation against her skin tonight. She can’t wait to inspect the field of blossoms he’s sure to leave against porcelain canvas, each STING better than the last. But then his words register. Maybe PURPLE isn’t her colour tonight. A hand detaches itself from his form, rummaging through back pocket to pull out the tube she keeps on her at all times.

❝   Y’can use mine. It’d be a SHAME to let what WARMTH we’ve created go t’WASTE.   ❞

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Bruce gently moved them, kept her close while carefully climbing on top. Kept his knee against her core and pressed a little harder, grinning at her whine. His own core was warm, teasing himself as much as her. His dysphoria was behaving today, eager for her touch as their relationship & trust grew. (She saw him as himself)

Red lips pressed to her cheek first, a fading trail to her neck. Right behind her ear, teeth worked at her soft skin, purple flower framed in a gentle red kiss. Looked like a fuscha flower.

"Excited to look like a flower garden?" He chuckled, moved to plant blossoms on her clavicle.

[the-mr-lolipop-things]

Jokers Dreams

[theclownprnc-arch]

gotham-incarnal​:

“No. I’m always yours.” He gently kissing those furrowed brows. Joker didn’t understand, and Bruce didn’t quite know how to explain it. His own embarrased chuckle against Jokers lips. “We don’t have to. It’s just… I wanted to be at your mercy for a bit. To shut off everything and just… do nothing but trust you. Be helpless. M–maybe tie me up? Or blindfold me?” Bruces cheeks were red with embarrassment. His own tittery chuckle. “I figured you’d like the power trip.”

This fairly UNUSUAL request dawned upon him eventually, bit by bit, as the Bat elaborated. Confusion faded in favour of IMPISHNESS. Placing a small peck on the other’s jaw before pulling away for a moment, the playful spark in his pupils gleamed at the sight of cheeks already washed over with HEAT.

“Give me a second then.” Undoing his own tie, Joker soon wrapped it around his eyes as an impromptu blindfold. POWER TRIP. That was one thing he couldn’t say no to, definitely. Starting to step backwards, his simper grew. “Don’t do anything until I come back, got it?”

[gotham-incarnal]

His arms tensed as fingers started fiddling with the tie (one Bruce had gotten him, wasnt it?) and slipped it off. Skin tingled in anticipation as he was blinded. Footsteps faded slightly and Joker warned him not to move. Bruce's head turned, attention reflexively zeroed in on the noises. The breathing and shoes. Too much training. Too much trauma.

He took a calming breath. Let the hypervigilance sink away. There was a strange sort of safety in giving up control. He trusted Joker. Trusted him enough to allow this. Turning the fear into a game. He wasn't going to get seriously hurt. Not in any true danger. Just a rollercoaster.

Fingers curled around the edges of the counter, heart racing even as his breathing relaxed and his gaze drafted into a more natural position. Shoulders slumped and he shifted his weight as he settled in. Got comfortable. Waiting anxiously-- not fearfully-- for the next move.

"Yessir." His own face turned coy, smirking.

[gotham-incarnal]

"No. I'm always yours." He gently kissing those furrowed brows. Joker didn't understand, and Bruce didn't quite know how to explain it. His own embarrased chuckle against Jokers lips. "We don't have to. It's just... I wanted to be at your mercy for a bit. To shut off everything and just... do nothing but trust you. Be helpless. M--maybe tie me up? Or blindfold me?" Bruces cheeks were red with embarrassment. His own tittery chuckle. "I figured you'd like the power trip."

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

Ivan Michaud, Ballet International de Caracas

Kenn Duncan for After Dark, 1978 - The Christopher Street Reader

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Krzysztof Stępniewski

[gotham-incarnal]

[ @theclownprnc random smut. Wow thread number 46474 i threw at you today oops ✌😭 ]

Lazy but deep kisses. Bruce againstthe counter, fingers knotted in fabric yanked Joker closer. Then Bruce pulled away, panting. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide in excitement and mischief and desire.

"Could I be... entirely yours for today? No decisions, no worrying, just... trusting you and-- and following orders?" That sounded INTENSE but... Joker understood. Right? "Red, yellow, green yeah?"

[latentshape]

Maison Martin Margiela S/S 1990

[modelsof-color]

Lina Zhang by Elizaveta Porodina for Vogue China - September 2020

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

Seated Male Nude, Color crayons on black wove paper, circa 1970

Paul Cadmus

[thunderstruck9]

Paul Cadmus (American, 1904-1999), Seated Male Nude , c.1970. Color crayons on black wove paper, 48 x 27 cm.

[gotham-incarnal]

[ @qquinntessential ]

Fingers trail up his chest, nails scratching gently. The romantic parts of foreplay. Gazed adoringly up at her. Hands slide along her thigh. "You know, it's been a while since I was tied up. Or choked. If that's something you'd be--"

There's confirmation and he curled his toes. Bit his lip and arched his neck as fingers slid around his throat. Slipping into character and, oh what a fun character to inhabit. Passing off control, slipping free of everything but physical sensations. To please, to enjoy, to turn everything off and simply be pleasured.

"Please." Voice soft. If she has a praise kink shes certainly in for a good time. "Choke me please, Harleen." (If she wants a different epithet, he will certainly oblige. And oh, that she might give him one too.)