Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four
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... )
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... )
"Yeah, well, it's not just me, babe," she says. "I mean, you know I love you, I love sex, and we've done a lot of crazy things. But this body has its own ideas and I'm pretty sure they're not mine."
"Wh-what?"
"There's such a thing as conditioning," she says. "You know. Like Pavlov's dog. Bell rings, dog salivates. Only by 'salivate' I mean 'get a hard-on,' and by 'bell' I mean ..." She pokes her foot against Dan's ass.
He blinks. "But you ... um, aren't you kind of, umm, hot for me anyway?"
"Not like this. I mean, yes, of course. But it's different things, triggering it. I usually get turned on watching you take off your costume, not put it on. And there's a certain thing you do when you're drinking coffee, the way you lick your lips, and your hands on the coffee mug, and when have I ever been into you drinking coffee before?"
She pauses and blushes. Walter blushes so damned easily, with all his pale skin.
"And then there's the way I want to put this in you and fuck you into next week."
Dan turns pale.
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Then, of course, there's nothing they can do about it.
Laurie says she's going running, and gets out of the house as fast as she can. She's certain that Dan is going to take the opportunity to jerk off, probably in the shower so the room won't smell too much like sex when she gets back.
It's fine for him, she thinks irritably, Dan at least has his own right hand. But Laurie --
She knows it would kill Walter if he even suspected she was using his body that way. And even if he never found out, it still seems like a violation, a kind of rape. Laurie handles his penis only when she has to pee, or in the shower when she soaps up, and she deals with the near-constant arousal with virtuous thoughts and the occasional ice cube down her boxers. Even so, it's been an ordeal keeping her hands off Dan's body, let alone Walter's.
Especially after the conversation she and Dan just had. God, something about the idea of Dan keeping his weird little crush to himself, all these years ... and she has to admit, now that's she's gotten a chance to see what Walter looks like under the layers of grime, she can understand the appeal.
He's slim-hipped, powerful, compact. His face is flat-out awful, but there's something appealing about it, too -- like an mutt so ugly you have to love it. It's strange to live behind a face like that; people look at her and look away. Laurie's used to being smiled at, stared at, flirted with. She's always wondered how people would treat her if they could only see her brutality, and not her beauty. Now she thinks she knows.
As for Walter, he wears her body like an ill-fitting uniform. He tucks her long hair inside the collar of his workshirt, and keeps his spine ramrod straight, as if he's afraid he'll be overtaken by her curves otherwise. He's been keeping clean, at least -- showering regularly, thank god. She thinks his usual lack of hygiene might be a kind of contempt, something he reserves for his own desirous flesh.
All those years, and he never made a move, never said a word. She wonders how many times Rorschach has stolen glances at Dan, in the Owl's Nest, or in the midst of a fight, watching the smooth flex of his arm muscles, the way the owlsuit pulls tight across his thighs...Fuck.
There has to be something she can do about this.
She puts her head down and does her best to run Rorschach's body into exhaustion.
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"Hi," Laurie says, flopping down into the armchair. "Where's Dan?"
"Went out. Said something about supplies for owlship upgrades."
"Hmm. Have a good workout?"
Walter just glares at her. Laurie's glare isn't quite up to his usual standards, but still extremely serviceable. Laurie grins back at him. It's still weird, seeing her own face from the outside. "What crawled up your ass?" she asks, pleasantly.
"Fatigued," he says, his monotone transposed into alto. "Headache. Difficulty concentrating. Possibly your body is defective."
She narrows her eyes. "When's the last time you had a smoke?"
"Filthy addiction," he mutters. "Destroyed pipe. Flushed tobacco supply."
"YOU --" Laurie takes a deep breath, bites her tongue. "Ok. You owe me about twenty-five dollars. But come upstairs, I have a secret stash."
"No."
"Do you want to feel like shit for the next month?"
He blanches. "Month?"
"I've tried to quit three times. Trust me, this is just the beginning."
He stares at her hard from under dark bangs. Then he scowls. "Fine."
***
She knows what she's going to do as soon as she puts the cigarette to his lips.
"Slowly," she instructs, hearing it come out in his odd rasp. He sounds like the one with the pack-a-day habit, not her. "Hold the smoke in. Then blow it out."
He does it, leaning back and closing his eyes.
"Feel better?"
"Hurm. Yes."
"Good. Here, take another drag." She holds the cigarette out to him, and feels a thrill when he doesn't take it from her, but instead leans forward and accepts it again from her hand.
"There," she says. "Now, If you want to quit for me, go ahead, just don't say I didn't warn you."
"Might just do that. Hobbled by nicotine dependency, Laurel."
"Yeah, yeah."
He takes the cigarette from her then, and she watches in silence as he smokes it down. They're sitting side-by-side on the bed she shares with Dan, and even sitting down she has to look up a little at him. It's weird, being the shorter one, but weirder still to notice how slender her own wrists are, how smooth and delicate. She'd never thought of herself that way before.
"You know," she says before she can stop herself, "You might be able to help me out too."
He looks up sharply at that, as if he had been waiting for there to be strings attached. Laurie plows ahead.
"I need you to jerk me off."
A moment later she's cursing, beating at the singed place on the blanket. "Shit! You don't just drop a lit cigarette, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Laurel," he says, sounding stricken rather than outraged, and she looks up at him where he's backed up against the dresser.
"Look, I'd never do that to you," she says. "Ok? This is still your body, until we -- until we get switched back."
"Ennk."
"But it's getting really damn uncomfortable and I was hoping you could, you know, do whatever you normally do, or at least let me --" She sighs. "Walter. I'm just asking you for some help."
He stares at her, and she reaches out, carefully, and takes his hand.
"Please," she says.
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"Best to disrobe," he mutters. His hands hover at her waist, not quite daring to pluck at her t-shirt.
"You always do it like this?" she asks, sliding the shirt over her head.
He doesn't answer.
She undoes the fly on her jeans and god, she's so eager; her hands are shaking. When she's stripped to her boxers, she can't resist running her fingertips over Rorschach's flat stomach, his sensitive little nipples. She hears him make a noise that she can't decipher, watching her.
"So ... do you do this standing up or..."
"On the bed," he says. She lies down, and is surprised when he pushes her on to her side and then wraps around her from behind.
God, she can feel her own breasts pressing against her back; but before she can think too much about the dizzying Escheresque implications, his small sharp hand is pulling her junk out of the boxers, pushing the waistband down behind her balls.
He runs the tips of his fingers once down her length.
"Shhhit," Laurie says. God, it's good; it's such a relief to be touched that she has to close her eyes and arch her back, pushing into his palm.
"Hrn," Rorschach comments from just behind her ear, and closes his hand around her, starting to move.
"Oh god..." Laurie groans. "God, yes. This has been killing me," she mutters, hearing her voice go deep and gravelly like his. "Being around Dan, every time he looks at me ... How do you live like this?" she moans, and feels his slender hand squeeze her cock.
"With difficulty," he concedes.
He starts up again, rough and firm. She looks down, and the sight of his (her) fingers closed around her (his) taut, slick flesh makes her weak with lust.
Walter makes a noise of discomfort. "Thought you might be spared," he mutters. "Weakness of the flesh. Regret that you must endure this ... imposition."
"What?" Laurie says vaguely. He's rubbing his dainty thumb up against that spot, the place just under the head she's always known was sensitive but never knew felt like this. She reaches back to get a good grip on his long hair. "No, it, this is just -- oh god. Oh god do that, do that again."
"Usually silent," he says, petulantly, and speeds up. "Intended as preventative measure, not exercise in hedonism."
She almost laughs despite herself. "God, Rorschach, only you would think that a hand-job -- ahhh -- isn't supposed to feel good ... oh, fuck," and just like that, she gasps and goes rigid, semen spurting from her cock into Walter's long-fingered hands.
She thinks she might be screaming, but she can't tell, because her ears have popped, or possibly become blocked up by molten brain matter. "Fuck, Walter," she says as soon as she can, twisting so that she can see him; he's staring down at her with an expression she's certain she's never seen on her own face before. It's something like terror and something like longing, and before she can stop herself she's reaching up to kiss him.
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He's panicky as a untamed animal, but she knows what he needs even if he doesn't. Sure enough, he stills, breathing in sharp little gasps as she combs through curls to find him, sopping wet and swollen against her fingers.
For a moment it's eerie, like touching herself and not feeling it. Then Walter hiccups and whines and buries his face in the crook of her shoulder, and she works at him just the right way until the little tremors start. She smiles, and starts to take slow, even, devastating passes against his clit, growling curses and endearments until he seizes and bucks in her arms.
It's beautiful.
He clings to her as it passes, taking long, shuddering gulps of air, like a little kid who's just finished a tantrum. "Hey," she says, as gently as she can with Rorschach's voice. "Hey, you're ok. Shhh. It's ok."
His hair has come loose from his collar, falling in tangled hanks over his back. She starts to comb it out with her fingers, and he recovers himself enough to shake his head.
"Hrn. Don't like it loose. Gets in my eyes."
"I'll braid it for you."
That's enough to get him to sit up, scowling. "Hands are disgusting."
She sighs in exasperation, though privately she's relieved. If he's complaining, she can't have broken him too badly. She rolls out of bed, stretching on her way to the sink: her body feels fantastic. He hasn't moved when she comes back with an elastic and a damp washcloth, and he lets her take his hands and run the cloth over them and between the fingers.
"...disgusting," he mutters again, and she snorts. "Ok, all clean. Come on, let me get all this hair out of your way."
She's always liked her own hair but it feels different through Rorschach's fingertips, heavier and somehow coarser, like raw silk. "I haven't worn it like this since I was 13," she says. "But it should be more comfortable."
He nods. She looks down at his bowed shoulders, the little mole on the back of his neck. She feels a sudden piercing tenderness, and she needs to say it, has to say it before she loses her nerve.
"I know how you feel about Dan," she says.
He turns his head to look at her, and her face hasn't had as much practice staying neutral, so she can see a spark of fear and anger. She expects him to deny it, but he only says, "How?"
"I know what your body wants," she says.
He looks away again and crosses his arms, a Rorschachian gesture which isn't as effective with a pair of breasts in the way.
"Doesn't matter," he says finally.
She finishes the end of the braid and slips the elastic off her wrist. "There," she says. "That should be better. Just brush it out at night, and I'll rebraid it for you in the morning."
He nods, and makes to get up. Laurie puts a hand on his wrist.
"He might," she says. "You should say something."
He turns his head, sharply.
"Have you ...?"
"What? God, no. I told you I wouldn't even jack off on my own. We'd never do that. But ... he wants to."
"Of course he does," Walter says. "Pervert."
"I don't think Dan's tastes are ever that simple," she says. "And neither do you, or you wouldn't love him."
"Hrn." He looks away, and she lets go of his wrist, reluctantly. She likes the way it fits in her hand. He opens the door.
"I wouldn't mind," she says. "If, you know, after we switch back. There's enough Dan to go around."
"Conversation is ridiculous," he says, and shuts the door behind him.
Laurie flops back on the bed, sighs, and closes her eyes. Then she hears the door open again, and Walter says, "Thank you, Laurel."
"No, thank you," she says, and grins, and keeps grinning after he shuts the door again and she hears him walk away.
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Aside from the obvious omghawtness, Laurie-as-Rorschach's discussion with Dan after his slip was wonderfully lulzy and poignant. Also, this line:
"Hey," she says, as gently as she can with Rorschach's voice. "Hey, you're ok. Shhh. It's ok."
made me very glad I'm already sitting down. *whimper*...
If your muse sees fit to continue this and resolve the issue with Dan (with mixed-up bodies or in their own), I would happily offer firstborns, cookies, and/or blood sacrifices. Just sayin'. :3
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I mean i can understand Laurie. What would YOU do if you were in Rorschach´s Body? Hey sounds after a good prompt: What would you do if you were in *insertname here of the Watchmencharacter* Body trapped? Thumps up for maybe OT3ness
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Holy shit, anon. XD This is fucking fantastic. This is really what I was thinking of way back when someone suggested bodyswap porn (I think I wrote the first part of that thread, but fucked if I really remember) and gah. You should totally continue this. You are obviously the man for the job. XD
Seriously, you need to at least do all the porny permutations. I don't care how they got this way either, but Laurie totally needs to fuck Dan and there needs to be pegging and there's a whole blackboard of kinky math, here.
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Laurie/Walter cuddling with Dan(with comforters in between) is so cuuute! And them respecting Walter's privacy never ceases to make me d'aww.
Hnnng, the sex, especially Laurie getting Walter(herself) off afterwords and her thinking about how weird(good)her own body feels was...hnng. And Laurie wanting to fuck Dan was just too good. Can't their be an AU where they DO do it?? D:
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Hot as fuck. Need moar like burning.
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LOVELY. Now, please consider a sequel with Dan.
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Anon, you must be some kind of bodyswap deity.
i loved Laurie enjoying her own body, as it were *waggles eyebrows* Not being out-an-out bi (though she could be) but just being so comfortable with herself that she's enjoying the opportunities presented, and the contrast between that and Walter's self-hatred is beautiful.
And the hair-braiding! i would love the chance to check out the back of my own head :D
But my favouritest part was Dan and Laurie cuddling in bed, and these lines:
"Mm," he says. "That feels so good, Ror- "
They both freeze.
"Okay..." Laurie says carefully.
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...and awww, in the GN, Laurie's "I knew it!" when they was watching the news reveals that she thought that Walter was some kind of pervert, when really, he's repressed like woah, and I've always that Laurie could grow really protective of Walter if she only got to know him, it's obvious from the way Laurie treats her mother that she could be very brash and very tender.
lol, captcha says "issues dwarfism", and the ink spots looked like this; O_o
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