Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) 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 ( Read more... )
For their part, the girls are waiting on Dan. They don't really know what to do with him, which manifests into each following her own way. Molly tries to titillate (and to teach him to flirt, the poor thing), Laurie does her best to make friends with him and succeeds admirably, but succeeds no farther. They can all see her looking at him and Dan looking back, but he just talks to her about birds and planes and actually fucking dodges when she trips and tries to fall into him. Wanda avoids him. Well, when he can see her avoiding him. When he can't, she stares with glowing eyes. After a while it's almost like she's in heat herself, and still no sign from him. Dan's seventeenth birthday comes and goes, and it's Laurie who finds him sitting on the rim of the tub, sniffling and scrubbing at his eyes with his sleeve.
"Hey. Hey, don't start that." She sits next to him, awkwardly patting his back.
"Laurie, I'm the one survivor of my entire fucking litter, if I'm barren, what's the point?" He blows his nose into the wad of tissue he's already pragmatically gathered, and she sighs.
"Okay, so you haven't come into it yet. You've still got time." He mutters miserably and indistinctly. She frowns in concentration, listening. "Wait. Do you think you're ugly, too?"
"Well, I ain't winnin' any pageants."
"Neither is Wanda." She looks at him sidelong, because he's good and he's sweet, but if he has fucking delusions of grandeur, she will beat him to death.
He just blinks. "Wanda?"
"Yes, Wanda. She likes you. Does that help any?"
"Uh..."
"Seriously, that time you were fixing the shed and thought nobody was watching and took your shirt off? Probably took her an hour and a half to get her tongue rolled back up."
"...Oh." It's hard to tell what he means by this, and Laurie turns to pin him with a stare.
"If you don't like her back, and let on in any way that I told you any of this, I will fucking kill you."
"Okay." He takes his glasses off, cleaning them on his shirt and becoming stunningly beautiful almost exactly like a secretary in an old movie. "Were you all watching?" He blushes, and Laurie laughs.
"Yep, but Wanda watched the longest."
"She kinda scares me." He puts the glasses back on, looking over at her again. "I mean, without your testimony, I'd assume she hated me."
"She doesn't look it, but she's a huge fucking girl about some stuff. Thinks she's hideous."
"Well, I wouldn't call her pretty exactly, but... Compelling? Is that the word I want?"
Laurie smiles. "I think it might be."
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*F5F5F5F5F5!*
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Wow, "attempt maturing"
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F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5
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Too beautiful. Her pen scratches on the page of her journal. Too touchable. Have turned this into a diary. Journals are about things that happen and a person's thoughts. Diaries are about what boy you like this week, and god help me, he's all I can think about. I want to fill him, to mark him, to claim him for mine. She blushes alone in the twilight, and shuts the journal as if he might come up behind her at any moment and read it, even though she'd hear him on the metal roof and he'd be far too polite to read over her shoulder anyway. She's stretched and slick, the head of her ovipositor protruding slightly, and she whines, pressing her legs together and pulling it back as best she can. She's gotten sick of doing that over the past week or so, and climbs back through the window to sleep and dream again, her own flesh twining around her forearm like a lover.
Since being told that Wanda likes him, Dan has been watching her. She's fascinating anyway, but to think that this fiery, inscrutable creature actually likes him is... interesting, to say the least. He can't help but wonder what she would feel like under his hands. Wanda doesn't do casual contact. He's patted her on the back once, but knows nothing about the texture of her skin, and the freckles on her arms only make him curious about the rest of them, all unseen. He has dreams that might be about her. He wakes up from the most vivid of all feeling feverish and faint. He wonders if he's coming down with something, and then whimpers, slit half-open and dripping already.
"...Oh." He wonders what the proper way is to tell a girl a that you'd really, really, really like her to fuck you until you can't stand up, and realizes that there probably isn't one. He staggers out the door, and whimpers, standing in the hallway in a bathrobe over boxers, drowning in the scent of all three sisters. He can't tell whose is whose, all of them so blended and intense, and he reels for a moment, his eyes glowing green. They keep glowing as he finds a sharp, sweet thread and follows it, becoming more attuned to it as he goes. It leads him to Wanda's door and he can't even hesitate, opening it and stepping inside.
Wands hears the floorboard creak and sits up, staring at two green eyes in the dark. They're too high up to be either of her sisters, and the feel of the air is all wrong, too expectant. "...Dan?"
"Y-yeah. I, uh..." He shivers. "Can... can I sit down?"
She moves her legs away from the edge of the bed, and feels the mattress dip with his weight. He suddenly whines almost like a dog, and she shudders. "Are you all right?"
He just whimpers, stretching out beside her, still on top of the blankets, trembling as he whispers her name. Kissing him is the only option that makes any sense, and he mewls helplessly into her mouth.
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CLIFFHANGER OF DOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Really though, this is awesome!
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SHOT IT! SHOT IT!
Man this so needs now a continue.
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"Dammit, what do you want?" She mutters, hair in her face.
"It's happened. We need privacy."
Dan just purrs, wrapped around her from behind and nuzzling her hair as if they've been together for years. Laurie feels a small pang of envy, but it's drowned in happiness for her sister. "Told you it would work out. Try to keep from ravishing him until we clear out."
There's already a plan in place to truck on down to their "cousin's" house at any time of the day or night that they need to leave Dan alone with whoever he chooses, so Molly and Laurie throw on some clothes and wake their parents, stopping to kiss Wanda's cheek and wish her luck. It seems like forever, but finally the car pulls away and they're alone in the house. Wanda is vibrating with tension, and Dan hasn't stopped touching her this entire time, with warm, heavy hands, pressing her skinny body against his own as if it's something beautiful and precious. Now Wanda leads him back up to her room, not daring to look back at him because she knows she'll just pounce him on the landing of the stairs.
As it is, she remains resolute, and manages to get the door locked before she pushes Dan down onto her bed and devours his mouth again. He moans and melts under her, hands coming up to tangle into her hair and hold her close. He whimpers her name again, and it's amazing that two syllables can made her shudder.
"Daniel." She growls, and he whines, clusmily helping her get him out of his clothes. His slit is already exposed, but she wants to see him. She actually turns on the bedside lamp to get a better look, and he mewls, eyes wide and dark behind his glasses. She plucks them off his face and sets them neatly on the bedside table, running her hands down his broad chest and making him whine. "Beautiful." She rasps, running one fingertip down his wet slit without dipping inside. He mewls, the sound turning into a soft cry as she sinks her teeth into his neck. Her ovipositor is working its own way out, and she stops for a moment, breathing hard and trying not to whimper. Dan's massive hands reach up for her, almost timidly, like she won't let him touch, resting lightly on her waist before trailing up to cup her breasts (what little there is, anyway) and then her face, pulling her down for another kiss and whining as as her tip skims over his slit, warm, blunt, and wet. It wriggles luxuriantly against him and he lets out a helpless, quavering little cry, one shaking hand wrapping around it just below the head.
"Please, Wanda." He whispers, "Please, I..."
He doesn't get any further than that because she plunges into him the way she's wanted to for weeks, resting her forehead on his chest as she groans, curving like a striking snake inside him. He wails, quivering and tightening around her, warm and slick and perfect. Wanda raises herself up on her arms, biting her lip as she stretches him as far as she can in every direction, grinding deeper and deeper. Dan just groans and opens under her, head tipped back, clumsy hands clutching as her back like she's the only stable point in the world.
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"...Ohgod." Dan whimpers, finally ending their exhausted silence.
"Yes." Wanda rasps, and carefully slides out of him, the flesh sealing up behind her. She rests a hand on his belly, and he whimpers, so she stretches out beside him, rubbing gentle circles and listening to him whimper.
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"Good morning." She murmurs, and he laughs weakly.
"Good morning."
"I'm sure I looked better last night."
She had, but so had doorknobs. "Only because of the general universal boost. C'mere." Dan gently tugs her up to kiss her, swallowing the surprised, happy little sound she makes. "Besides, if you avoid a guy, he figures he shouldn't burden you with his attentions. I think you're adorable."
"...Really?"
"Yep." He kisses the tip of her nose, then nuzzles her hair. "Adorable."
Everyone takes good care of Dan as he grows. They bring him food and keep him entertained and he does his best to keep his dread from all of them. Every morning he expects to feel heavy stillness, and every day it's the same warm hum of a living litter. Wanda catches him hugging his belly one day, in an agony of hope, and ever after makes a point of telling him how healthy he is and they are, feeding him supplements and preparing the tank while he's asleep, to keep the pressure off. Dan is more grateful than he can say for this, and settles for wrapping around her and holding her close whenever he can, since she seems to need it so badly and fits so neatly into his arms.
She's cuddled in against his chest when it happens, Laurie and Molly downstairs, arguing over whether or not to put cheese on the popcorn they're making, their parents taking the same kind of afternoon nap that Dan and Wanda are. Quite suddenly, Dan is stretched too far, and whimpers, gently moving Wanda aside to sit up, one hand on his slowly opening slit.
"Dan?" She sits up, blinking in confusion, eyes rapidly clearing as Dan starts to cry. It's not that it hurts so bad, it's his sudden certainty that this is somehow not going to work. He almost wants to hold himself shut so he doesn't have to know, but of course there's no way. Wanda holds him tightly for a moment, and he can't help but feel a little better. She moves him to sit on the edge of the bed, kissing his wet cheek and murmuring reassuringly in his ear before bolting off to the get the catch basin, kept in the next room so Dan hasn't had to stare at it and fret. Now he just closes his eyes and leaves it up to Wanda, afraid to look as they pour out, gritting his teeth and growling in pain as his muscles engage to move the last few before finally closing. He can't hear anything but his own panting, and opens his eyes.
He sees two empty, grey eggs, and shuts his eyes again, burying his face in his hands as the grief sweeps over him. "Daniel." Wanda puts a hand on his shoulder, but he can't answer, biting back a howl a misery. "Daniel!" She snaps, and he looks up, startled.
"It's all right?"
"How can it be?!" Dan wails, wounded by the exasperation on her face.
"Only two." He very, very reluctantly looks back at the basin, and she lifts the empty eggs, revealing a vast clutch of perfect blue-tinted spheres, each with its tiny, dark occupant. Dan stares for a long time, sliding down to kneel by the basket, sliding his hands in to scoop one up and feel its warmth, looking at the tiny creature in its depths. "Only two." Wanda says again, gently. "Out of twenty. My fault, not yours. Produced too many for all of them to develop."
"Somehow eighteen survivors takes most of the sting out of that." Dan cracks, voice wobbling with new tears. Wanda kneels to hold him for a minute, then practicality reasserts itself and they take their clutch to the tank, setting it gently in the perfectly prepared water. They sit quietly for a long time, listening to the telenovela Laurie and Molly have made their popcorn for, and then finally get up and inform the family, who gathers around the tank and coos, everyone compulsively testing the water temperature and suggesting names.
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