Watchmen Kink Meme 3. Weeeeeeee.
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
He remembers that the man’s idea of a perfect shot would be of them fucking like this, from the back detailing the contours of his muscular back and how it joins with his thighs and gluts to form an image of a man unraveled. He lets go of Walter’s hips, letting him angle himself, arch his back, move on his own accord.
The shutter closes.
The shutter closes.
The shutter closes.
They fuck harder now, and god, if Walter finds out that he’s actually enjoying this-never mind instinctive bodily reactions like an erection--he swears from then on that he’ll mimic his john, who comes to him every week with a new incision on his thighs and forearms and a new sob story to tell about how hard school is and a new track mark in the crease of his elbow. He arches his neck to look at the ceiling for a moment.
The shutter closes.
He closes his eyes, just for a second.
The shutter closes.
“Fuck!” the man says, and despite his profession, Walter is put-off by swear words enough to snap his head back and look at his john with open eyes an an open mouth. That really seems to do it.
The shutter closes.
The man’s fingers taste like stop bath and fixer, a distinguished taste that he wouldn’t experience anywhere else, the identity of this particular trick.
He tenses up-
The shutter closes, and the roll of film whirs for thirty seconds.
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Later, as the college kid showers and Walter is leaning his side against the window, his elbow rested atop the window sill, he thinks of Leslie and her johns. He imagines how her night is going, how she is mutually satisfied each time, how she doesn’t decline offers from her clients to pleasure her.
He hears the shower stop and moves out of the curtain of moonlight the window offers, so that the photographer won’t see his pose and want to admire it.
One day, he needs to figure out how to reconcile the concepts of jealousy and disgust.
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Captcha: Texas steeps. TEXAS REPRESENT WHOO
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It always hurts to see Walter justifying things to himself like that.
he feels like he’s looking down the barrel of a gun.
I should not find that so hot.
Oh my fucking god, I LOVE the dynamic you've set up between TL and Walter. It is so awesome. There is also something...I don't...I can't really put it into words, but the sex scene between Walter and the photographer - particular the repetition of 'The shutter closes' - affected me. I'm also intrigued by the fact that rather than being forced into the profession one way or another, he chose to do it. Seriously excellent start; we can never have too much whore!schach. Looking forward to the next update.
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YES YOU SHOULD. PHOTOGRAPHY IS SEXY. XD
So glad you enjoyed this, anon. I really tried very hard to tap into something that hasn't been done before. Writing Watchmen characters is soooo haaaard XD I was afraid this was going to be utter fail.
Thanks!
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And LESLIE! (I was a little pissed when my story didn't let me do anything with her.) Leslie is spot-on the happy hooker, I esp. liked the line about how she "loves loving it," which is apropos b/c being a whore is supposed to be intrinsically shameful, and you're not supposed to love it. But that's Leslie for you. I luff her so, and their relationship (romantic, sexual or otherwise) is boss.
Sorry for rambling. but this was HOT and WOW and SUCH a great start. I am all a-flutter to see how Dan works into this! Moremoremore, and soon!
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Ohhhmygoood. I'm new to this fandom, so to be honest, it's actually super hard for me to make good on everyone's personalities. (That, and this is literally the FIRST THING I'VE WRITTEN IN A YEAR AND A HALF). I'm really glad someone likes it XD
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WHAT this is the first thing you've written in a year and a half? You better stay in this fandom and keep writing us more. :| Or else!
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And YES. Pregnancy + marriage + new babby = NO IDEAS. I was so frustrated in the days before coming up with this. XD I'm glad you like it.
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1955
His first kiss was a whore’s kiss.
“You sure?”
He was squatting in the alley way, back against the brick wall as she takes a knee beside him. She popped her bubble gum in his ear.
“Stop,” he said firmly.
“Jeez, okay.” She moved away and sat next to him. “Well… how you wanna do this?”
“Don’t you know anyone that… you know.”
“Takes boys?” He winced; she popped again, though that time a considerable distance away from his ear. Absently, she twirls her red curls. “Gee…”
“There has to be some real sickos you’ve seen.”
“Yeah, well, they’re all sickos. Tell you what,” she said, standing, offering him a hand. He took it and pulled himself up, declining an offer for a piece of her annoying gum.
“Next time I do my rounds, I’ll ask around. ‘Kay?”
“Do you like it?” Walter asked suddenly. Leslie blinked at the question, as if someone had suddenly repeated a dirty secret from her diary. He knew she’d been doing it for at least a year now; everyone did except for her parents. He thought it was a pretty legitimate question.
“Uh… Well,” she kicked at wet gravel beneath her worn Mary Janes.
“Yeah, actually.”
She made eye contact with Walter and decided, based on the way his face was about to contort into a mixed expression of shock and disgust, to put the spotlight back on him.
She shook her head. “Look, this isn’t right. You don’t even know how--“
“How to what?”
She paused and smirked, which he didn’t like. “Well, for one, to kiss.”
There wasn’t a very long pause between her last words and his.
“Show me.”
She sat on her knees in front of him, excitedly turning on her professionalism.
“Okay well, first of all, you have to relax. Take a deep breath.”
He sighed, instead.
“… Okay, that’ll do. Next, you have to lean in-“
“Contrary to popular belief, Leslie, I’m not a retard. Get on with it.”
She made a face at him and leaned in to meet his lips. He pressed against them, lasting for several seconds, until she slipped her tongue in, and he jerked away, pulling his knees up to his chest. His blush was like wildfire crawling up his pale neck and face.
She sighed back. “See? You can’t do that, Walter.”
Angrily, he pushed himself up the wall and stalked in the direction of home, hands deep in pockets.
She called after him, “Well if you can’t even kiss, what are you gonna do for him, huh? Stare at him until he gets a hard-on?”
It’s when she said those words that Walter understood the full gravity of what he was trying to do. He turned back to her.
“Let’s try this again,” she said.
The next time, his lips were still slack, but he was able to part his mouth to let her in. She could feel him tense up, resisting without pulling away. When he tried to reciprocate, he bit her tongue on accident, painfully scraping his teeth against hers as she pulled away.
“Ow,” she said, tears in her eyes.
“Sorry.”
Her face sank into her palm. “We have a lot of work to do.”
He set his jaw, a twisted kind of determination solidified in his face.
“Rent’s due at the end of the week.”
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Walter’s biggest issue, Leslie contemplated between stops one day, was that… well, Walt had a lot of issues. But the main one was that it was so obvious that he didn’t want it.
“Do you understand?” She stopped and turned to Walter, not even knowing that she had simply been thinking her words and Walter knew nothing of them.
Confused, he shook his head no.
“You can’t just suck someone’s dick for five dollars and expect them to like it.”
“Why should I care if they like it or not? They’re getting what they paid for, aren’t they?”
Leslie opened her mouth to respond, but shut it. Sometimes, Walter spoke with a stroke of pure genius. What he said began to make sense before she shook her curls. I will not get caught up in a fight about morals with Walter. I will not get caught up in a debate with Walter. I will not get caught up…
In the next alleyway, she surprised him by taking the collar of his coat and slamming his small frame up against the brick, her mouth coming down on him with the pressure of a can opener. Instinctively he tried to push her away, but she caught his hands and held him against the rough material, scraping his hands against it. She pried his lips open and slid her tongue in.
…and still, nothing of note about his kissing besides the way he wrenches free from her and slaps her across the face, hard.
When she recovered and simply frowned at him in disdain, he felt nauseous. He thought of the men that waited in his hallway, the ones that tried to touch him and call him “sonny” or “little man.” He thought of the man who was with his mom behind her closed door when he heard her scream and later found her on the ground with a broken nose, blood gushing freely over the dirty carpet.
“You’re a terrible kisser, Walter,” she sneered, wiping her mouth. His face whitened.
Walter turned heel and ran.
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