#rorschach x reader

You nodded. Your hands trembled anyway. Not because of Walter. Because of everyone else. You knew exactly who filled these cells.

Murderers.

Rapists.

Gang leaders.

Men your husband had personally dragged into police custody over the years. Men who had sworn revenge.

The steel door buzzed open.

Walter stepped inside wearing the coarse orange prison uniform.

Without his mask. Without the shifting inkblots that hid his face.

Every single time you saw him without it, your heart ached.

His red hair was untidy. Bruises coloured one cheek. His lip was split.

He looked tired. So very tired.

But when he saw you…

Something changed, only for half a second. The hardness softened, not enough for anyone else to notice, but it was enough for you. You stood before you could stop yourself.

“Walter…”

He sat down.

“So you came.”

“I’ll always come.”

“Shouldn’t.” His eyes searched yours.

“What?” You frowned.

“People watching.”

“I don’t care.”

“They’ll use you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I care.”

You reached across the table. For a moment, he simply stared at your hand, Walter had never been good with affection in public.

Even after years of marriage. Slowly… his scarred fingers rested over yours.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered.

“I’m exactly where I belong.”

For a moment, there was silence, then you looked at him more.

“You’ve been hurt.”

“It's nothing.”

“Walter.”

“They tried.”

“…Who?” Your stomach tightened.

He shrugged.

“Everyone.”

“I knew this would happen.” You felt sick.

“They’re cowards.”

“They’re dangerous.”

“They’re criminals you arrested.”

“They’re criminals.”

“I know you didn’t kill him.” You leaned forward, Walter looked at you.

“You believe that.”

“I know it.”

“Why?”

The question surprised you.

“You’ve never lied to me.”

“I’ve hidden things.”

“Not the important ones.”

“You know what I am.” His eyes drifted down.

“I do.”

“Not good man.”

“I disagree.” He gave the smallest shake of his head. “Broken.”

You smiled sadly.

“So am I.”

“No.”

“You think I’m perfect?”

“No.”

“I’m stubborn.”

“Yes.”

“I steal your beans when I cook.”

Another tiny nod.

“You snore.”

“I don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

“I breathe.”

Despite everything… Despite prison walls. Despite guards. Despite murderers.

The corner of Walter’s mouth twitched.

Barely. Almost invisible. You smiled wider.

“There you are.”

“Missed you.” His expression became serious again. The words were so quiet you almost didn’t hear them. Your heart broke.

“You did?”

“…Yes.” He looked annoyed with himself.

“I missed you too.”

“Apartment quiet?”

“Too quiet.”

“Cat?”

“Still ignores me.”

“Hm.”

“He sits by the window every evening.” Walter looked away. “He waits for you.”

Silence. You knew what he was thinking. He would never admit it, but he missed that cat. Even if he insisted the creature merely tolerated him.

You reached into your handbag.

“I brought something.”

The guard immediately stood.

“No objects.”

“It’s just a photograph. It was checked beforehand.”

After checking it thoroughly, again, he allowed it. Walter accepted it.

It was a picture of your sitting room. The cat asleep in Walter’s old chair. Blanket folded over the arm. His journal still on the table where he’d left it.

Home.

His thumb brushed over the edge of the photograph.

“…Looks the same.”

“I’ve left everything exactly as it was.”

He stared at it for a long moment, then folded it with extraordinary care.

“You’ll keep it?”

“Yes.”

“It’ll remind you what you’re coming home to.”

“You think leaving.” Walter looked up sharply.

“I know you’re leaving.”

“They’ll try to keep me.”

“We’ll prove you’re innocent.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No evidence.”

“We’ll find it.”

“You shouldn’t waste your life.”

“My life is with you.”

His jaw tightened.

“You deserve…” He stopped but you finished for him.

“Someone normal?”

He nodded once, but you laughed.

“I married a man who wears a mask made of moving ink.”

He almost looked offended.

“It’s fabric.”

“I know.”

“You chose this.”

“I chose you.”

His eyes closed. As if hearing those words hurt more than any punch he’d received.

“You shouldn’t love me.”

“I do.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I understand more than you think.”

“I’ve done terrible things.”

“You’ve done necessary things. You’ve saved people. You’ve protected children. You’ve given everything for justice.”

“No compromise.”

“I know.”

“I won’t.”

“I know.”

Even if it kills me.

He didn’t say those words. He didn’t have to. They hung between you. The loudspeaker crackled.

“Visiting time ends in two minutes.”

“So soon?”

Walter stood up from his chair.

“I’ll come next week.” you said.

“Dangerous.”

“I’ll still come.”

“They may follow you.”

“I’ll still come.”

“They could hurt you.” You walked around the table before the guards could stop you.

“Walter…”

One guard sighed.

“Make it quick.”

You wrapped your arms around your husband.

For the first second, he froze.

Unused to being held. Then his arms enclosed you with surprising gentleness.

Carefully. As if you were something fragile. He buried his face against your hair. You heard him breathe. One long, shaky breath.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He said nothing.

For a moment.

“…Know.”

You smiled through tears.

“And?”

His voice cracked.

“I love you too.”

It sounded painful, like the words had fought their way through walls built over decades.

You kissed him. The guards separated you. Walter never looked away.

Not once.

Until the steel door closed between you. That evening, back in his cell, another inmate sneered.

“Your little wife still thinks you’re a hero.”

Walter sat on the edge of his bunk. Carefully unfolding the photograph.

Looking at the little apartment.

The waiting cat.

The home that still believed in him. His voice was calm.

“She knows truth.”

The inmate laughed.

Walter folded the photograph and slipped it safely inside his prison Bible.

For the first time since entering prison… The cell did not feel quite so empty.

Because somewhere beyond concrete walls and iron bars… You were waiting.

And Walter Kovacs had never broken a promise to come home.

~Masterlist~

Laurie soon followed after. Part of her wanted to avoid you entirely, You were a disaster waiting to happen. But she just…couldn’t. She didn’t know why she kept drifting towards you, why she entertained your conversations, why she even cares. Maybe it was the ping of loneliness she felt, and you were always there to listen, to give her the comfort she needed. Laurie didn’t expect to be this attached to you. She didn’t know why she was filled with so much worry whenever you walked out the door. 

Both Dan and Laurie immediately took notice of each other’s fondness for you. They both did always hover over you. Anyone would expect jealousy or some tension, but surprisingly they worked together well. Their priority was your safety and well-being. The only thing they did disagree on was whether they should let the others in. 

Of course Ozymandias notices. He always notices. He watched Dan and Laurie trail after you as if they were your shadows. Wondering what could you’ve possibly done to charm them and so quickly at that. That’s when his attention turned to you, watching you now more closely. Taking notes of you in meetings, in patrols. You seemed naive, undeniably so, but there was something else he saw. Potential, and having that in a man’s hand like him is a very dangerous thing. 

Adrian lets his growing interest in you be quite obvious to Dan and Laurie. He didn’t bother hiding it; they will figure it out eventually, might as well pull the curtains early. He, too, had your best interests in mind, though his definition of it can be argued. In truth, if it was up to Adrian, he would never let this whole debacle go through. But, he’s willing to share you with Dan and Lurie for now, he is just biding his time. He thinks these two will simply drag you down. 

A shock to everyone – team included – was the realization that the Doctor Manhattan seemed fond of you. He watches and watches. There are questions that not even a presence of a god can answer nor could science and it was why he found you fascinating. It wasn’t immediate, it was slow, it was gradual. He took notice of how you affected the others, the emotional turbulence your very existence was. He saw your life branching in every direction – he knows your happiest moments, your sorrows, your fears, your eventual end. 

Yet, in the most strangest turn of events, Jon wanted to be, no stay near you. He felt connected to you; strongly at that. He knew he was losing touch with humanity, tired of people, tired of their problems. But you – you were the thinnest thread tethering him to it. He simply tolerates the others, willing to play along their illusions of a united front, fully aware they are all hypocrites, just as destructive as the other. Unless your life was in danger, he wouldn’t intervene as much. You have a being that closely resembles a god protecting you. 

Rorschach, as said, didn’t only openly dismiss you. It almost felt like he hated your very presence. He didn’t see it at first. What could you have done to make the smartest man in the world and the most powerful being on Earth to be so fixated? Even for Laurie and Dan. Why do they care so much for you? Dan even offers Rorschach to give you a chance. A suggestion Laurie fought him on. Rorschach is the last person she wants near you, more frustrated that Adrian didn’t share her concerns. Truthfully, Adrian didn’t even consider him a competition.

Rorschach will insist he doesn’t care; not even a waterboard could force a confession. He wasn’t suspected at first. You assumed he disliked you for the longest time, his refusal to be as involved only reinforced your initial belief. But his obsession grew in silence. Somehow, Rorschach knew more about your daily life than you did. He stalked you whenever he could. Your name is mentioned a few times in his journal. Any creep in an alleyway or a bully in your day to day didn’t stay around long. Dan was the first to catch on, and the two formed an unspoken agreement to keep each other updated. 

The biggest headache to the team came in the form of the Comedian. Eddie wasn’t even considered a member at this point. He mocked the idea from the very beginning, could give a shit on what went on in meetings, this whole PR stunt. And while you could call Ed many things, oblivious wasn’t one of them. He was annoyingly perceptive; noticed there was a shift, a change in the air. The way everyone seemed to circle you as if they were…guard dogs. 

Eddie used to love making you uncomfortable; dismissive, even outright crude, betting on how long you’d last before ending up dead in an alley. But it came to a point in time when even a simple joke about you had the entire team turning on him. Even Rorschach tensed up. Even Manhattan, a being Eddie believed no longer cared, narrowed his gaze. 

Eddie slowly saw something in you that may have reminded him of himself – your stubbornness, your sharpness. He was the last to warm up, and the team almost misses the days when he was cruel. Because whenever he saw in you, no one really knows. A team he once scoffed at, a failed publicity stunt, a joke he didn’t want to partake in. Suddenly had him showing up, his presence becoming almost expected though he always had an excuse ready. He is too prideful to admit it was you, that he is starting to care for you as much as the others did. 

The team, as said, are quite unstable. You are the glue holding them together, whether you want to be or not. Yet there are still cracks, deep ones, that not even their shared care for you could fully mend. Dan suggests they actually try to make this work for your sake with Adrian and Laurie backing him up. They are better together than being at each other’s throats. So at least to the public, to you, they must seem and act like they’re on the same page. The first months go okay, but asking a bunch of violent masked vigilantes plus a god-like being to get along is like trying to demand the sun to rise in the west.

Laurie tries to convince you to give up the vigilante life. She believes she’s not like them in that she truly wants the best for you; no costumes, no blood, no late nights. The others do agree but in silence. Dan would never say it out loud. Last thing he wants to do is upset you. Adrian pretends to be on your side, tells Laurie it’s your decision, even offering to improve your gadgets and costume.

But Adrian sees no issue in forcing you to give up the mask even if it means orchestrating a scene, traumatizing you if it came to it. Though he won’t set these plans forth. Dan and Laurie are too soft hearted to agree on such a thing. The only one truly on your side in the matter is Rorschach. He’ll mentor you, approving your wish to keep going. He’ll be with you in every step of the way, ensuring no harm comes upon you. 

Dan and Laurie share the same desperate sentiment of wanting to be your everything. They want you to come to them first for anything. Laurie is the most openly affectionate. She’ll hug, brush your hair, bring small gifts like perfume or bracelets she’ll think you like. Dan is the most attentive. Asking of your day, offers help with anything you’re struggling with – hell even an assignment due the next morning. Reminds you to take your medicine, to rest, to look after yourself even when you remind him you’re grown enough. Both are absolutely terrified of disappointing you, of you hating them. Even a simple “leave me alone” will have them spiraling. 

Adrian spoils the hell out of you. He can’t help himself. In his mind, you simply deserve the best. He is very much aware you are your own person with your own thoughts and emotions. However, he has already decided he is the best person to determine what’s best for you. You are his responsibility now. So he’ll insist you eat healthier, wake up earlier. There is so much to do in a day, you can’t afford to waste such time. He trains you personally but he’ll always remain superior to you, make you meditate with him, offering you books he expects you to read. 

While forcing you to be your very best, Adrian’s also indulgent. Mention a book? He’ll bring it; first edition signed by the author itself. Mention a designer? Will have it personally shipped directly to you. Wish to visit somewhere like Paris or Italy? He’ll buy first-class tickets. Why not visit Turkey or Nepal too while we’re at it? Any universities you’re interested in? Ensures you are first on the waitlist. Appears as if he’s doing all of this out of the kindness in his heart, but he’s all smug about it with the others; what he can give you that none can. 

You’re unaware that every place you go; the headquarters, your apartments, even the spots you visit regularly has hidden cameras and microphones. Adrian doesn’t reveal the full extent of his resources to the team and none of them can truly judge him when Dan does the same thing. Dan keeps a log on all your patrols, every street you walk, every place you stop at. For your safety, he justifies.

Adrian also keeps most of his findings to himself, even when you “disobey” the rules. Choosing not to report just to seem like he’s on your side, making you more reliant on him. Dan struggles with keeping secrets; he lets things slip, things you’ve told him personally to Laurie or Rorschach. He doesn’t mean too, he’s just worried. It’s why Laurie trusts him so much. 

Laurie argues the most. All for your sake. Dan is too soft, too passive. The few times he ever raises his voice is when you’re in real danger, he’ll even snap at Laurie or Rorschach. Laurie already can’t Rorschach being near you. But the person she hates most, with every fiber of her being is the Comedian. Edward Blake. She didn’t even consider him part of the team and now he thinks he can simply waltz back in the good graces of everyone. Like nothing’s changed. He lounges there like he’s a king on some throne. Has the nerve to nudge you, joke with you, letting the word “kid” slip so easily from his lips. Her blood boils. You shouldn’t be anywhere near such a vile man. She’s tempted to tell you everything he’s done. 

Speaking of Eddie, he is still very much a violent, sadistic, selfish man. But against all odds, when it comes to you, he tries. Really tries. It almost comes off as awkward, he’s not good at these things. He tells you stories from his old missions, the cities he’s visited, the “glory days”, carefully removing anything too confidential. Ed’s still cynical, still bitter with his tirades. He believes he’s teaching you something, toughening you up in this bleak world. 

You’re allowed to go on patrols, but never alone. Must always be accompanied, no matter how small it is. Simple cases; drug distributions or money laundering schemes are tightly controlled. The enemy could have a weapon. It could be an ambush. Trying to argue against this decision will go nowhere. Not even Ed, who doesn’t give a damn about the rules, will budge. And there will be big trouble if you try to sneak out. First of all, it would be nearly impossible to get away. Either Ozymandias’ security will alert him, perhaps caught by Rorschach on the rooftop, or worse met with Dan and Laurie’s crossed arms and their “I am not mad, I am just disappointed” lecture. And if Ed finds you first, he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and drag you back to the base. 

There are also curfews you must follow. Usually assigned by Adrian and Dan. In fact, it’s both of them who work on a schedule so everyone gets a “fair amount” of time with you. But when you break these curfews, Dan doesn’t have the heart to ground you, those puppy eyes of yours has him feeling like he just committed a crime punishing you. Laurie, while furious, can't find it in her to stay mad for long, immediately wanting to make amends with you. And if there’s a culprit who is the source of you breaking all those rules, it’s typically Ed.

Eddie loves getting on everyone’s nerves, he plays the “fun uncle” who lets you stay out late, who lets you take sips of his whiskey. He’s really the very few who can make the Adrian Veidt be so close to his composure. His eye twitching cause he knows he did not just see Ed let you taste a drag of his cigarette. Eddie has no problem calling out the others, mocking them for pretending to be saints. He knows exactly who he is, knows all these fights and squabbles are less about protecting you, and more on who gets the upper hand on who. 

Jon is another one who sees right through everyone. He sees the selfishness, the hypocrisy. Adrian preaches all about choice, yet every aspect of your life is tugged and tweaked as if you’re his little project. Dan pretends to be the most gentle, the shoulder for you to cry on, yet he infringes your privacy, hovering over you constantly. Laurie accuses the men of being overprotective, that she is nothing like them. Yet she needs to know every detail of your life. You made a new friend? Went somewhere and you didn’t tell her? Didn’t even ask her to come with you? She’ll pout, acting as if you’ve committed the biggest betrayal. 

Rorschach will never comprise even in the face of armageddon. Yet Jon knows if it ever comes to it, he’ll break every law, every bone. And the comedian, a man who thinks everything is a joke. Who laughs at the face of cruelty. Still, somehow believes you’re the exception; protecting you from men just like him. And Jon just lets it all happen. He too his own contradictions, claiming to lose care for human life, for humanity itself. He sees your future, lets nature run its course, but he will interfere just to keep you staying a little longer. 

The only time Jon intervenes is when the fights get really bad. When everyone is at each other’s threat. Adrian trying to reason goes in deaf ears, Dan begging them not to fight, Laurie and Ed’s voices are loud, Rorschach interjecting whenever he sees fit. Jon can see you getting overwhelmed. He has let the circus play go long enough, warms them once but no one hears him. Suddenly a flash of blue and you’re gone. He takes you somewhere alone, isolated; Mars, the Arctic. Jon only brings you back because you ask him to. The others hate it. It reminds them at the end of the day, if Jon really wants to, they could lose you and they are powerless to do anything about it. 

As said before. Most of them can’t tolerate each other and for everyone’s sake and sanity; there’s an unspoken schedule for every member to spend some alone time with you.

Laurie absolutely jumps at any chance to spend any time with you. She has been groomed for the superhero life since she was a little girl. As a teen, her only company were men much older than her in costumes. With you, she treats it like a big sleepover, watching very badly acted movies, eating popcorn with face masks and all. She will gossip with you till sunrise if you let her. Laurie also loves taking you on shopping sprees; rolling her eyes every time Veidt offers to put everything on his card. 

Jon indulges you. He’ll sit beside you on the couch and watch whatever’s on the TV, even when he finds it all monotonous. Jon will appear randomly at times, sometimes giving you a silent heart attack. Jon never minds when you ask questions, no matter if they are thoughtless even as he works. Your voice is soothing and your curiosity is endearing. 

Rorschach tells the others not to include him, but alas to no one’s surprise he still partakes. No you won’t be at some dinner table, no he won’t ask about your day. Most often, you are sitting together usually on rooftops, eating takeout from across the street. You’re one of the few he lets talk freely. You think he’s not paying attention, but he listens more than he speaks. For how he is, you secretly know he cares more than he’ll ever let on. Rorschach keeps any newspaper clippings that mention you. His closest attempt of awkward comfort is when he says “good” when you’ve done well or some snack he leaves at the table; his way of reminding you to eat. 

Dan loves any moments he gets to have with you. He’ll show you his old tech, have you sit in Archie. Even designs a little co-pilot seat just for you, teaching you how to maneuver it. At his place, he makes sure everything is comfortable to you. Blankets? Warm tea? Music he specifically bought because he knows you’ll like it? Check, check, check. Dan is so charmingly awkward, it’s impossible not to open up to him. Unlike Rorschach, he'll ask about your day, what’s bothering you? What are your plans for college? He can help you with anything, just ask him. 

Spending time with Ed is basically playing a spinning wheel and seeing where it lands. He might drag you to a bar; the calmer ones, though the whole team is pissed. If there’s a pool table, he’ll insist on teaching you. Other times you’ll end up crashing on the couch beside him as he drinks, the place smelling of tobacco smoke. Watching the daily news on the tv or some game. Ed will even let you choose a movie that you like. He’s much more relaxed than he’d like to admit. He can pretend not to care, but those moments with you make his whole week. 

Adrian delights in nothing more than spending time with you. Clearing his whole schedule and if up to him, the team won’t see you for days. He’ll have you meditate with him, and yes he can tell when you peek. Adrian loves it if you have any artistic hobbies. You paint? He’ll buy you every type of brush, canvases and with all the colors one needs. If you want to travel, Italy or Paris, he’ll book the flight that same day. Why not make a stop to Turkey or Norway along the way? Adrian secretly loves showing you off, having you attend charity events or galas; dressed just as nicely beside him. Beyond all the gifts in the world, what he loves most is conversing with you. He could speak to you for hours and hours if the universe allows it (sometimes you suspect he loves the sound of his own voice). He’ll ask endless questions; art, philosophy, history. He wants to know exactly how your mind works.

Hollis and Sally would absolutely adore you. Hollis heard nothing but good things from Dan. The way Dun gushes about you, how could he not like you? It was about time he got to meet you. The three of you end up sitting together as Hollis tells you stories of his early days. Now imagine his shock when he finds out the comedian, of all people, is fond of you. Laurie meanwhile, talks to you constantly to her mother. She doesn’t mean to, but when her mom asks how things are going, Laurie just has to bring you up. By the time you meet her, you’re already adopted to the Jupiter family. Sally’s the type to squeeze your cheek and gush over you. 

When the Vietnam war happens, both the Comedian and Dr. Manhattan are deployed. Ed, being Ed, doesn’t give a heartfelt goodbye. Just tells you he’ll be back and you better take care of yourself, alright? The rest of the team immediately takes advantage of him being gone, they get more time with you. You could only watch the news, anxiously hearing the stories, the horrors that are happening from afar. When they finally return, Ed acts like nothing happened. Slinging an arm around your shoulders insisting you both “catch up”. Jon, on the other hand, returns more quieter and detached than usual. 

Adrian has a bit of a dilemma. Revealing his identity would mean retiring from vigilantism. Losing his place as the team’s leader which means losing direct access to you. The team’s already fragile hierarchy would collapse without him. He delays it as much as he can so when Adrian does finally act upon it, he’s sure that the team's dependency on him is secure. The team themselves know they need him; his resources, his connections and that he has your best interests at heart, which could be argued. And true to his prediction, they still run to him for answers. 

When the police go on a strike and it plunges the street into chaos. You don’t even get the chance to argue your case. Absolutely not. You are not allowed on the streets at all. Non-negotiable. Dan feels guilty, but even he wasn’t on your side. There were already talks of an act in the making, Ed offhandedly mentions. All you can do is watch the riots unfold through the tv or from behind the windows, watching it pass like most things. 

It feels like the calm before the storm. The air feels heavy. There is talking of a war happening between the Soviet Union and the United States. Vigilantes are being hated more each day and the government is succumbing. Jon, still gentle, still protecting, seems to be slipping further and further away. Rorschach is growing more….extreme even Dan can’t seem to defend whatever he’s becoming. Ed disappears for long periods of time. Work overseas, he calls it. As much as the team tries to shield you, Dan and Laurie pretending as if everything is fine. You weren’t as naive as they wanted you to be; you knew of Ed’s favors, the threat of nuclear war, the very threat of vigilantism ending. 

And Adrian? He still has his vision. His dreams of utopia. And he intends to make you the very center of it. You’ll live in a better world, a hopeful future, where you worry of running late and traffic jams rather than worry if you’ll live the next day. There are set-backs, but nevertheless. They are obstacles he can easily dispose of, all except the Dr. Manhattan. His attachment to you is something Adrian must equate. Ensuring that Jon leaves this earth without dragging you along. In the end, Adrian accepts the possibility of you hating him for what he’ll do. Adrian doesn’t want it. Rather avoid that possibility altogether. But he knows one day you’ll understand him, share his vision. After all, in the world he’ll create, you’ll only have him. It’s inevitable that the hate will dissipate and you’ll forgive him in time. 

“don’t move, slut,” rorschach groans before he rips the fabric covering your chest. your breasts spill out and he’s quick to put his mouth on your nipples, sucking and biting on them.

he justifies his haste with your clothing with your quickening heartbeat and the moan you made when he smacked your boobs, watching them bounce. one hand moves down to undo his trenchcoat, and you feel his growing hard-on pressed against your cunt. she wanted this, he tells himself.

“r-rorschach…” you moan before his fingers make their way lower and lower.

he feels how soaked you are through your costume. there’s a damp spot where your pussy is. he bites his lip under his mask.

“you like it?” he asks, not bothering to stop.

you slowly nod, face red-hot now. your swift demeanor changed a long time ago. now, you felt so little under rorschach. he wastes no time tearing away the cloth covering your cunt.

never once does he let you see his face as he ravages you. the thrill of a stranger taking you was welcomed ecstasy. the sound of rorschach’s fly unzipping sends a shiver down to your core. he rubs the tip against your wet folds, milking your arousal.

“use your words,” he asks, “what do you want?”

“you.”

“gonna have to be a little more specific than that, doll,” he hums lowly as he grinds his dick harder against you.

“your dick…” you huff, “please…”

you begging has him whipped. rorschach immediately pushes past your folds and straight to your cervix. he bottoms out into you in his first thrust, causing you to clench down and furrow your brows at the sharp mix of pain and pleasure.

he starts picking up his pace, murmuring, “you got a tight pussy on you. didn’t expect that.”

you can’t even retaliate. you’re too cock-drunk to talk back to rorschach. you watch as he looks from your pussy to your face, but there’s no eye contact, no intimacy. just desperate sex on a rooftop for manhattan to hear your lewd cries as rorschach takes you.

his thrusts speed up and he groans, “you want it inside?”

“y-yes,” is all you can stutter out as rorschach pounds into you harder now.

you wrap your legs around his hips as he thrusts, causing him to push deeper. it isn’t long before rorschach’s groaning softly, spilling his cum into you in long ropes. you can feel every drop leaking from his tip before he pulls his dick out of you. he watches as pearly beads drip from your pussy, and he uses a finger to fuck it back inside of you before making you suck his fingers clean.

“stay out of trouble,” is all rorschach mutters before he zips his pants back up.

he takes one last look at you, breathing heavy with post-sex messy hair. you’re glowing, yet he leaves without any last words.