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... )
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The air surging past you is deafening. Beneath the mask, you close your eyes against blurring edges before the free-fall ceases so abruptly, the rest of you with it. White spots infuse with red, dance beneath your eyelids as your skull cracks, among other things, on the unforgiving pavement. You can hear it better than you can feel it and the abyss promises nothing as it sucks you into blackness. You go willingly, falling again.
Consciousness is vicious when you come to, making you wish you hadn't. Your head and body throb with an ache so sharp that it is difficult to breathe or move or scream. But you can feel and it isn't paralysis, just blood hot in the back of you throat, sticky and cold beneath your mask. When you open your eyes, lift your head from the ground, it's with a hiss and double vision. A concussion at the very least ( ... )
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He's in your bed. Dressed in your ugly gray pants. They fit him perfectly. His hair is bright, obnoxious like yours though redder for the blood that remains in it. Last night-- this morning, actually-- you remember his eyes were dark when you stripped away the mask, a split second before you decided not to kill him. You wait for him to open them before confirming that they're brown. Like yours. They roll under the lids as he opens them a sliver, settle on you.
A mirror image. Give or take fifteen years. He stares are you impassively when you ask him the date. Fine. Give or take ten years. Ten years exactly ( ... )
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You have never saved anybody, least of all yourself. You won't bother trying.
You can no longer remember what brought you to this. Such all too familiar debauchery, madness. You don't fight it when you feel his hungry mouth because you expect it. Somehow. He is hard and hot against your thigh and you find yourself remembering the way it feels, like déjà vu that could never have happened.
There is no fear when you tell him what you are going to do to one another, what you will do to him. It's all blind trust and innocence in him and ( ... )
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Pwease? *doe eyes*
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