Hosting Watchmen/Rorschach Kink Meme
Here it is-the Watchmen kink meme inspired by the endless Rorschach threads on /pco/!
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 ( Read more... )
“So this is the way we live now.” Dan laughs quietly at himself as he snuggles in under the arm of a being whose concept of ‘now’ is alien enough to make his remark a joke.
“Yes. This is always the way we live now.” Jon murmurs, blue fingers carding through Dan’s hair. “I enjoy it.”
/Months ago, he is touching Dan for the first time, fascinated by his softness, and by the little squeaking noises he makes as Jon’s hands slide up his inner thighs. Laurie chuckles, kissing Dan deeply and letting him tangle one desperate hand into her hair to anchor himself. She’s lying alongside him, holding one of his bent knees up and out for Jon. He sounds lost, and Jon knows that his face is flushed.
“Jon…” He whimpers, writhing slowly on the sheet. “You feel like…” He whines as Jon presses his tongue to the underside of his balls. “…low-grade electrical current.” He whispers in a soft rush. “God…” His voice cracks as Jon’s tongue slides lower, and he cries out as it presses into him, arching his back. Laurie kisses him again, muffling his desperate sobs as she trails her free hand down Dan’s belly to wrap around his cock, making him buck and moan./
“So do I.” Dan murmurs, kissing Jon’s chest. He sighs, and strokes Dan’s hair, glancing over at Laurie. She’s on her side, spine slightly curled. She breathes deeply, still fast asleep.
/Half an hour ago, the lips of her cunt close around Dan’s wrist and she groans, her nails sinking into his forearm. Dan is wide-eyed and awestruck. “All right?” He whispers, kissing her belly. She nods, and whimpers, rocking her hips in tiny, brief movements. Jon watches them, lazily stroking himself. He can see the tendons flex in Dan’s arm when he balls his hand into a fist, and he shivers at the deep, lost moan Laurie gives in response. She melts back onto the mattress, helpless to rise or even to close her legs, crying out with every tiny movement that Dan makes. She raises her head and stares down at Dan’s arm, cursing softly in amazement before she slumps back again, her restless hands flying to her breasts, kneading and pinching harder than she can ever get Dan to./
Laurie nuzzles Jon’s shoulder and mumbles sweet gibberish, making him smile. He strokes her side lightly with the backs of his fingers, which makes her purr and stretch. Dan leans on Jon to watch her.
/A year from ‘now’, she is pinned under them both, snarling and biting Jon’s lip as Dan’s thrusts drive him deeper into her. Jon is never going to tell her that she reminds him of her father when she’s like this. So fierce and devoted. Despite the Comedian’s brutal actions, Jon had never been able to shake a certain strained affection for him. He shudders and bites her shoulder as Dan whimpers, covering his upper back in soft kisses. He knows exactly what drew Laurie to Dan. He’s so sweet that it’s hard to bear./
Jon sighs, curling his fingers into Dan’s hair, idly scruffling him like a dog. He smiles as Dan sighs and leans into it. “She’s so beautiful.” He murmurs. “I’ve never been able to get over that.”
“Neither have I.” He runs a finger around the edge of Dan’s ear to feel him shiver.
“Will you ever?” Dan whispers, kissing his wrist.
He pauses. “It does not appear so.”
Dan smiles. “So we’re even.”
“Yes. We are.” He shifts to kiss Dan, enjoying his unique scent and texture, and the peculiar frequency the atoms in his body buzz at. He has never told anyone that this seems to be as unique as a fingerprint, a retinal pattern, a lip print, or the subterranean configurations of sinus cavities. Dan whines, and melts against him with his painfully sweet utter lack of hesitation.
A low chuckle tells them that Laurie is awake and watching, and Dan blushes without opening his eyes. “Don’t mind me, boys.” She murmurs. Jon doesn’t mind her, biting Dan’s neck hard enough to make him squeak as the rustling of the sheets and the flick of a lighter tells him that she’s sitting up to sleepily smoke, enjoying the show. He smiles, and resolves to make it worth her while.
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Did you write this, anon? Whoever did gets 10 gold medals for creative, hot porny/relationship writing.
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Amazingly hot.
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Porn is so much more satisfying in context....
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