#watchmen 2009

[hellboys]

WATCHMEN dir. zack snyder

[jdms-flat-ass]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN | dilf gifs x

[thegoddamnedwatchmen]

Walter Joseph Kovacs has been dead for 38 slutty, slutty years

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Bloody Mess

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Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: When a fight between the two of you goes wrong you find yourself and your arch-enemy The Comedian indulging in a different type of violence.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: NSFW - physical violence, rough vaginal sex, blood play, semi-public sex, hair pulling, spanking, dom/sub dynamic, Eddie's filthy mouth, shotgunning

A/N: Nasty, bloody rooftop sex with the Comedian, need I say more?

The sky was darkened, though the busy roads; the many scarlet-tinted tail lights that blared from every vehicle and looked like little red dots from your view relentlessly lit the city. You stood on the ledge of one of many rooftops you'd crossed tonight in search of anything, something. Someone to kill, someone to save, trouble to start and to end. Your idea of heroism was never exactly clean cut, and it showed in your violent streak of vigilantism. The government was never particularly fond of the masked freaks running rampant in New York City let alone the occasional rowdy civilian or protester you might've beat half to death, or all the way to, here and there. You were a wanted woman. The target on your back got you used to the feeling of being watched, an unlikely familiarity with that chill that swept down your spine when it felt like someone was waiting for you to turn your back and take a swing at you, or when he was here. You turned around, and sure as shit there he was, him. Your arch nemesis Edward Blake, the fucking Comedian. You despised the bastard, and he hated you no less. Oftentimes you'd leave each other so bloodied and beaten that when you did manage to get away you'd be in recovery for weeks, and he'd broken more bones than you had fingers.

"Fancy seeing you tonight, doll." Eddie spoke past the cigar balancing in the corner of his mouth, his hand reaching up to close his fingers over the cigar as smoke streamed out from the ignited end.

His back was pressed up against the door that led to the rooftop of the building, a smile playing on his lips as he inhaled deeply before removing the cigar from his lips. Asshole took the easy way up. The dynamic between you and the Comedian was one of brutality, the two of you indulging in an endlessly intense cycle of violence over and over again, and you were sure you'd do it until one of you killed the other. And as he took one last drag and tossed the cigar off to somewhere on the rooftop you knew it was time for this usual rough little dance of yours, a flurry of swinging fists and nasty kicks until one of you got too tired or injured to fight the other and managed to pull off some kind of escape.

"Oh Eddie, you know this didn't happen by chance. You chase me through this city like a lost puppy."

His smile faded, the shift in his eyes highlighted that much more by the black eye mask that surrounded them, and his jaw tensed with the irritation of what you'd accused him of. You practically called him clingy. He stormed towards you, his boots thudding against the roof as he moved in strides with a focused look in his eyes, the look he usually had before he punched you square in the mouth and threatened to take a few teeth while he was at it. The approaching attack had you hopping down from the ledge and charging towards him knowing you couldn't let him reach you first, you always met him halfway. As soon as you were within reach Eddie swung, a heavy punch that you narrowly dodged and attempted one of your own, except yours landed. Your fist slammed against his jaw, your knuckles splitting when you drew your fist back and dealt a second in succession, but the third was greedy. Eddie recovered, not that he needed much, and caught your wrist. He swiftly twisted your arm behind your back and kneed you down to the concrete, your face slamming into the ground and the feel of strain and tension searing through your shoulder making you let out a wheezy pain-filled laugh. You turned your head to look at him ignoring the friction burn you were surely scraping along your cheek in the process, a smile playing on your lips as you finally felt the blood lining your top lip, your nose pouring with it. You'd have to crack that back into place later.

"You know I like it rough."

His eyes filled with amusement, the smile he too allowed to spread across his lips reflecting that sickeningly pure joy. He loved having you pinned bloody and beaten beneath him, but more than anything he loved that you cracked a smile through the pain no matter the agony. It was one of few similarities between the two of you, but most definitely his favourite.

"Good, 'cause there's more where that came from."

He had your arms pinned behind your back, the other clasping the nape of your neck to snatch you harshly upright from the concrete, and you could feel how he was readying to slam you back down again. Fuck that. You swung your head back and slammed the back of your head into his face, the sudden force making Eddie loosen his grip enough for you to wiggle free and spin around to face him. He was clutching his nose while muttering curses under his breath, blood escaping from his nose and through the gaps between his fingers, dripping from his chin onto the floor below. Then, as the initial adrenaline began to subside, you felt a pounding sensation throughout the back of your head. You reached up to pass your hand over it for a moment and hissed as your palm lightly pressed down whilst you tried to blink away the fact that you were seeing doubles, then drew your hand back and raised it in front of your face to inspect it. No blood, but you'd have one hell of a concussion. It seemed Eddie came to just as quickly as you did, your eyes locking as you glared daggers at one another. He was the first to stand and practically lunge in your direction, an infernal rage in his eyes burning so bright that you were sure this would be it, he'd surely crush your throat if he got a hold of you, but you'd go out swinging. You quickly rose to your feet and leapt at him when he was within reach, tackling him to the ground and landing on top of him when his back collided with the ground, the solid wall of a man that he was cushioning your fall. He took a deep breath a little winded and you used the opportunity to bring your fist down onto him, once, twice, but the third was wishful thinking. It seemed bad things came in threes this evening. He raised his leg up under you and kicked you, a boot to the stomach so hard there was nothing beneath you before you knew it, until there was; and by hell did you know it. You landed awkwardly on the ledge of the rooftop, the immense pain coursing through your abdomen and the blood you seemed to be painting the ledge in with every cough sending what of your body was on over, and you slipped. You managed to grip the edge with both hands just as you felt the nothingness below you, wind rushing through your hair and the view of passing cars on the streets hundreds of feet below taunting you. It was a long way down, and the gnawing pain in the shoulder Eddie had busted was making it hard to keep a grip, a small scream escaping your lips as it only worsened the longer you held on for. Just then, there he was. He leaned over and hovered just above you to let out a small chuckle at the state you were in, his eyes following the way your fingers were slowly slipping further and further towards your demise.

"Well shit, looks like I'll get the last laugh after all, doll."

It was as you looked into his eyes that you felt it, pure unadulterated fear. You'd never felt anything like it in your life, had never been this close to death, and the place you were most likely going was nowhere good. You never thought you'd beg him for anything, but you began sputtering the pleas from your lips before your mind could stop you.

"Eddie, Eddie please! My arm, fuck I can't!"

Under any other circumstances seeing you beg for your life would've pleased him, made him laugh even, but his smile faded. The Comedian stopped laughing. You couldn't hold on any longer, frantic eyes fixed on his as you scrambled slightly before being forced to release your grip and prepare to feel yourself falling through the air, eyes screwing shut for a moment out of sheer panic. But you felt nothing. When you opened your eyes Eddie was leaning over the ledge, his hand tightly gripping yours. You thought he ought to have stamped your hands off at first, or simply let you fall to your death, but there was something strange circling in that man's eyes, something you couldn't quite recognise. He just couldn't let you die. He pulled you up and wrapped his arm around you as he lifted you and pressed you to him, allowing himself to fall back onto the rooftop and take you with him. As his back pressed up against the concrete you attempted to calm your hysterical breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he inhaled his own heavy, fatigued breaths. What could be distinguished as stars through the evening smog twinkled brightly overhead, the moon casting a light over one side of Eddie's face illuminating the scrapes and cuts you loved to mark one another with, and you dare say the two of you found your first moment of peace; of silence. Intoxicated with the adrenaline rush of a second chance at life at the hands of your own would-be killer you lifted your head from his chest to look at him, him too lowering his eyes to meet yours though they appeared to wander elsewhere from time to time, and you crashed your lips against his. It was reckless, and Eddie could've sent your ass tumbling over the roof again, but he didn't. His lips moved back against yours hard enough to bruise, his tongue forcefully pushing into your mouth as your slightly blood-filled mouths began to mix, both coating each other's tongues with that salty metallic mixture. It was a goddamn mess.

"You're so fucking pretty, sweetheart." Eddie whispered between your bloody kisses, the surprisingly gentle flattery making you laugh against his lips.

"I always knew you had a thing for me." You teased, the comment prompting him to bring his hand down onto your ass hard and send a loud smack sound ringing through the air; that'd leave a mark.

You jolted a little as you bit down on your lip and felt the sting prickling across your skin, the warning stare he shot you and the dangerously dark smile forming on his lips reminding you of how vulnerable of a position you were in.

"This doesn't change anything, doll. Just a little fun."

He flipped you so that it was your back now pressed against the cold ground and he was hovering above you, one of his hands trailing from your breasts down to your stomach, and then further until he was skimming his fingers over your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you shamefully needed him more than ever. Eddie gripped your thigh, squeezing the flesh and revelling in the small moan that slipped past your lips from the smallest of touch.

"You keep up with making noises like that and you're gonna be the death a' me in more ways than one."

He brought your legs further up onto his lap, angling you so that he could work a hand behind your back in search of your costume's zipper. He started tugging it down the moment he felt it against his fingers, the form-fitting material of your bodysuit spreading out slowly over your back and exposing your skin to the freezing skyline chill. When the zipper stopped just above your behind Eddie was eager to reach around the front to start peeling it off you, your body arching to assist him with the removal. He tsked as he reached your hips, your legs hung over his lap stopping him from dragging the material down your legs.

"You ladies and your damn costumes, legs up."

You weren't the type to take orders, especially from that of Edward Blake, but you were for tonight. You drew your legs back and raised them allowing him to drag the gathered fabric down your legs, carelessly tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but the g-string that hardly constituted as underwear and the garter belt laid over the top, your stockings fastened to the clips. His eyes lit up at your taste in panties, and a throaty chuckle escaped his throat.

"You always been such a nasty slut?" He rasped as he dug a finger beneath some of the material situated on your hips and pinged it against your skin, the elasticated sting making you wince.

It was clear Eddie took no prisoners even when it came to that of intimacy, his fingers impatiently fiddling with the comically large buckled belt resting across his hips and tossing it aside once he got it undone, his fingers pulling his zipper down and wedging into the waistband of his pants to push them down afterwards, letting the material sit just below his hips. Almost irritated he dug his fingers into the front of your panties and tore them clean off, the rip of the lace and the sudden exposure to the cold almost causing your legs to attempt to snap shut and a surprised gasp leave your lips, but your legs draped either side of his hips meant you could do no such thing.

"Eddie!" You scolded as he discarded your ruined panties, the look he shot you once he turned his attention back towards you sending a chill down your spine.

He was grinning, the blood drying beneath his nose and decorating other parts of his face making for one hell of a mess, and making his amusement all the more sinister. It was now that it occurred to you that giving yourself to the comedian was like selling your soul to the devil. Eddie was a cruel, callous bastard who would do with your body as he pleased, and you were opening yourself up to whatever sadistic torment he had in store for you, but what really frightened you? You weren't sure you cared. He roughly grasped your hip with one hand, the other digging into one side of his pants as he pushed them down until he'd entirely freed himself, his cock springing free and leaving you barely able to spare a glance as he immediately leaned into the space between your spread legs and took hold of your other hip, his calloused fingers digging into your sides as he lined himself up and practically slammed inside you. He gave you no time to adjust, giving his first thrust with no mercy for the way you were still getting used to the stretch around him, the sharp pain making you wince and grip his forearm, your fingernails digging into his skin as you squirmed beneath him.

"What, can't take it now, sweetheart? Thought you liked it rough." He punctuated his taunting words with another hard, merciless thrust, your eyes screwing shut as you let out a pain-filled moan.

"That was when we were beating the shit out of each other, Eddie." You forced through your desperate and strained breaths, the reminder of the violence you shared only minutes ago making him smile a little and run his tongue over his bloody bottom lip.

"Fighting, fucking, same damn thing." He leaned down to capture your lips before you could argue with him, the groan that he breathed into your mouth as he gave another deep, bottomless thrust mixing with your own muffled, high-pitched moan.

He tasted like cigars, the facial hair dusting his top lip skimming over your lips as he stole the air right out of your lungs and exchanged it for his own. Eddie's lips moved against yours until he pulled back and used his bruising grip on your hips to flip you onto your stomach, his hands immediately readjusting onto your hips and bringing your ass upright making your back arch, and then he was inside you again. You flattened your palms against the concrete as you tried to come to terms with the new unforgiving angle, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the evening air as did the moans you could no longer suppress, the noise only seeming to further spur him on to bury himself inside you over and over. Then his hand was in your hair, wrapping it around his leather fingerless gloves and using the grip on your hair to jerk your head backwards only arching you further, his hips bucking up as he utilised the newfound angle.

"Oh fuck, Eddie!" You cried through pleasure filled sobs, tears trickling down your cheeks from the mixture of the searing burn in your scalp and the way he fucked into you so ruthlessly.

Even then you somehow found yourself needing more, and so did he. He leaned into you and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that would be a deep violet in only a matter of hours and lightly biting with his teeth, still tugging your hair all the while. Eddie was branding you. You'd have to sport these marks on your neck for weeks along with the other bruises and cuts that you'd earned from the way he'd manhandled you moments prior, not that now was any different. It just felt better. But only the two of you would know the man those marks pertained to, and you'd have to hear him taunting you about it anytime you run into him from here on out. Your thoughts were interrupted as he brought his free hand against your ass with a hard smack, the biting sting spreading through your skin making your eyes water once more, though the cry filled whimper that escaped your lips told a different story. He chuckled darkly at the sound you made, his chest plate pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered.

"You gotta let me hurt you like this more often." He teased, still pushing your buttons even when he was so deep in you you could hardly think straight.

"Fuck you." You spat back, though Eddie didn't seem to care much for your protest as he gripped your jaw and moved your head so your mouth could sloppily meet his, your lips parting more submissively than you'd like to admit as his tongue slipped past your lips.

He could still taste your blood on your tongue, his mouth claiming yours and groaning against your lips as he did, and then he pulled back. He unwrapped your hair from his hand and let you fall back towards the concrete, feebly propping yourself on your arms as he gripped your hips again and picked up the pace of his hard thrusts, the spot he was driving into over and over making your legs quiver. It was no surprise when your orgasm crashed over you, your palms instinctively flattening against the ground as the occasional minute stone dug into your palm, the way your breath caught in your throat before you let out a long, pleased moan making him all the more eager. His hips started to stutter whilst a low grunt rumbled from his throat, and he managed to pull out just in time to shoot hot wet spurts on your inner thigh, his hand resting at the top of your ass as he watched the droplets dribble down your thigh and slightly pool on the concrete at the inner side of your knee. Too weak to hold yourself up any longer and having already pushed your injured shoulder to the limit you let yourself drop to the ground, the side of your face smushed against the roof as you tried to steady your breathing, Eddie too slumping against your back but propping himself up enough that he wouldn't crush you with his weight.

"That was almost as fun as kicking your ass." You teased once you'd gathered yourself, the comment making him scoff and lift himself to move off of you, readjusting his costume and tucking himself back into his pants.

"Someone's ass still got mighty kicked." He retorted and gave your abused ass a firm slap just to remind you, the sound it drew from you making him chuckle.

You winced from the sharp pain and dreaded the thought of catching a glimpse of whatever he'd done to you back there in the mirror later, to your whole body really. Gathering what was left of your dignity you picked yourself up and slipped your bodysuit back on, the way the material clung to your afflicted skin doing you no favours, and the embarrassing reminder that you were now pantyless thanks to The Comedian as the material uncomfortably lined your crotch. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him when you were done, a lit cigar now balancing between his lips just as it had when you first laid eyes on him earlier in the night, though he looked much more dishevelled now. There was a thin sheen of sweat on some parts of his face, stray strands of hair falling from the way his hair was somewhat swept back and curling at either side of his forehead. Blood had dried above his top lip from when you'd given him quite the nose bleed, some on his teeth which you could only make out when he closed his fingers around the cigar and removed it from his lips, grabbing your chin to guide your lips towards his, smashing his mouth against yours. He used the opportunity to fill your mouth with cigar smoke until it was almost like breathing him in, humming a small moan against his lips from the sensation before Eddie let go of your chin and pulled back. He cracked a cocky smile as he watched you exhale the smoke once your lips had parted, the hubris in his expression only heightened that much more by the eye mask that encircled his eyes.

"See you around, doll."

He murmured before setting his cigar back between his lips and heading back through the way he came, the metal door slamming shut behind him.

[1cebat]

Umm more art of Rorschach

[thornheartless]

"He's next on the block."

"Fat chance."

[team-jakey-jakes]

He’s so tall got damn 💀 the (skinny) JEANS??? Screaming rn.

[picspammer]

Now at midnight, all the agents...

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Comedian taking Ozymandias for a fool during a team meeting.

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“In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon.”

Watchmen (2009)

Directed by Zach Snyder

[hunterssm00n]

Natural Born Sinner

The Comedian has addictions too, and they include more than just cigars and violence. | Eddie Blake/OC |

part 1 of 3

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*cw include dubcon smut, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, degradation, stalking, emotional/psychological abuse, misogyny, name-calling, breaking and entering, past abuse, dark themes*

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He lifted up Himself and said unto them "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her."

The day had crawled by, and the commute home had crawled even more. All she wanted after a long work week was to be holed up in her apartment with a book, something hot to drink and a warm bubble bath. Maybe that's what she would do tonight - she thought of this as she exited the bus at the stop on the corner. She waved at the driver as she walked down the stairs through the open doors, and he'd crooned at her to have a nice weekend, Michelle.

It was still raining, like it had been the whole day - lately, that seemed to be the only thing Mother Nature wanted to do. Maybe she was sad, Michelle pondered as she crossed the first of three blocks that would lead to her apartment. She didn't have her umbrella with her - it sat idly next to her swivel chair in her cubicle at work, probably still damp from this morning. That was okay though, she didn't mind the rain. And it wasn't like she'd be seeing anyone else tonight anyways. This rain would no doubt frizz her hair in some ungodly way. If it wasn't so damn cold outside - mid October in the city was not at all it was cracked up to be - she probably would have even considered jumping in the puddles. But she didn't. She probably would've ruined her heels, which would've been a big upset.

As she neared her apartment complex entrance, she reached into her pocket to fish around for her front door key. Tiptoeing up the steps to the door in her black high heels, she noted that the lock had been broken. Hmm, no use for the key then. Swinging her long black hair over one shoulder, she simply pushed the door open and stepped inside, attempting to close it behind her to the best of her ability. This was not uncommon - happened all the time. She thought nothing of it as she unzipped her coat, shaking it off during her trek up the stairs to her tiny apartment. Rounding the corner to the right, she did, however, think it was odd that her door was open.

This meant one of two things. Someone was robbing her place, or he was there.

"Shit," she stated. Her unladylike mouth tended to get her in trouble more often than not, but she knew that if he was actually in her apartment then he would be very amused by it. Slowly, she crossed the short span of floor to her front door. She noted that the lock was not broken, the door was merely propped open. Even slower, she reached out and pushed the door open, waiting to see what awaited her inside of her apartment.

Nothing.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Her apartment was the same as it always was; a little messy, smelled a bit like the candle she'd accidentally left burning all last night. No lights on, so she couldn't be sure someone wasn't hiding in the shadows. However, she was sure that he wasn't there, because if he was, he wouldn't be hiding from her. He'd probably be sitting right in her favorite chair in front of the TV, smoking a cigar, one ankle propped up on his knee as he waited for her to come home.

In fact, the only difference she noted was the faint trace of that cigar smoke in the air. The further she walked in, turning on lights as she went, the more she could smell it. She glanced back at the door warily, eyes roving for anything that could have been out of the ordinary. Had he been here? She didn't smoke, so it wasn't a normal smell that was prevalent in her space... Unless he showed up, of course. Then the smell overtook everything. However, no one was there, she concluded. She'd gone through every room, turned on every light, and there was no other trace of anyone having been there. If he had been here, he was gone now. 

Michelle allowed herself to relax for the first time since she got home, sure that she was alone in here. She went over to her front door and made sure it was locked - maybe she'd not locked it properly when she left for work in the morning. Doubt clouded her mind at that thought - she always made sure the door was locked completely when she left her place. Don't worry, there's no one here. She let that thought settle in her mind, trying to let it comfort her. Maybe she was just imagining the smell in the air as well; maybe the thought of him was playing tricks on her like a ghost.

After unloading herself - taking her coat off and hanging her purse up on the coat rack, toeing her shoes off - she immediately went into the bathroom to start drawing herself a bath. That was her goal for this evening: absolute relaxation.

Once the water had run warm and filled up the tub, she added a lavender smelling liquid soap to it and stripped off her clothes, eager to jump into the nice smelling concoction. She pinned up her long hair, thinking how sad it was that she was excited to sit here and soak for the remainder of the evening. But, she needed to majorly de-stress, and this was the best way to do it.

She stepped into the soapy water, sinking down into it with a sigh. Leaning her head back against the porcelain edge of the tub, she closed her eyes for the first time all day.

Not even a minute had passed when she heard a noise from outside her front door. Footsteps, heavy ones. She opened one eye, listening hard. It was probably someone passing by to get to another apartment. From her bathroom she had a direct view to the entrance to her apartment. Since she lived alone, she never bothered closing the bathroom door. She noted a shadow underneath the door from the hallway that wasn't moving - somebody was definitely outside her door, hovering there.

Michelle had seen enough movies to know that she was no way in hell going to call out. That was a sure-fire way to get murdered. She waited in the tub to see if they would leave. The shadow shifted once, followed by a metal clanking noise. It took her a moment to realize that whomever it was was attempting to pick the lock. Now the panic started to set in. Did they know someone was in here? Did they care?

She thought of the smell of the cigar smoke from earlier. Was he outside the door right now, picking the lock? She rose up from out of the water, the soapy suds dribbling down her naked body. She reached for the towel hanging on the rack bolted to the wall next to the tub, wrapping it around herself while stepping out of the water. The clanking from the front door continued, and she quickly cut through the door that led to the bathroom, heading for the kitchen. Her thought was on the giant breadknife that lay dormant in her kitchen cabinet - if she could get to that at least she'd have something.

Halfway there, her door swung open, and instead of freezing in her tracks she took off in a run towards the dark kitchen to her left. She heard the door slam and footsteps thunder towards her just as she slipped into the kitchen. Quick as lightning, she yanked the drawer open and grabbed the massive breadknife, whipping around to point it towards her assailant just as they were about to grab her.

Much to her (non) surprise, he stood behind her. The Comedian himself, Edward Blake. He gave a huff of amusement at the sight of her holding the knife, pointed right at him. "Baby, if I knew this was gonna be the welcoming committee, I woulda come a helluva lot sooner," He winked at her with one of his grins that could put city lights to shame. His problem was that he was handsome, and he knew it. Many a woman had fallen for that smile, those eyes that could stare right through you; he was the very definition of tall, dark and handsome. The devil in disguise. Many a woman, including her.

The difference here was that while she'd fallen for that charm, she wasn't stupid enough to believe him and put up with his shit. She knew the kind of man he was, which was why she tried to avoid him at all costs.

It was a lot harder to avoid him, though, when he did things like this - this wasn't the first time he'd broken into her apartment, unannounced. It just had been a while; a few months. The last time she'd seen him was about three weeks ago (not that long), and it hadn't been in her apartment. Then, he'd visited her at work... after hours, and hadn't let her leave until he'd gotten what he'd wanted.

Still standing with a tense posture, she did lower the knife, but didn't put it down on the counter, "Eddie, you're not supposed to be here."

"Says who?" He eyed her up and down, noting how she was still dripping wet from leaping out of her warm bath at the speed of light. There was a puddle pooling on the cracked kitchen floor by her feet - the rapidly cooling water was now touching her toes as the slope of the floor caused the liquid to roll towards her bare feet.

She could not deny, though she knew how wrong this was, that she felt a twinge of excitement upon seeing him. And she knew how wrong it was, completely and wholly. She always wished Eddie was a better man - if he had been, she could honestly say she would have had no problem with this. Hell, she probably would've gotten down on one knee and proposed to him.

"Says me," Now she did put the knife down on the counter behind her, crossing her arms at him, "I told you not to come here."

"Yeah," he sighed, taking his heavy swaggering steps towards her, one hand reaching up to stroke the scruff on his chin, "But we both know you didn't mean it."

She made herself stand her ground as he came near - it took all of her strength to keep her feet planted on the ground. "I did mean it, and I mean it right now when I say: Get out." He stopped uncomfortably close to her - she could feel the heat radiating off of his large body, smell the musk coming from him as he towered over her. There was tension in the air as he looked down at her, pondering her statement with a smirk. His eyes were dark and smoldering beneath the mask covering them; the mask did nothing to diminish their devious intensity. "You can't push me around."

He chuckled, like this was funny. "Sure I can," He grabbed onto her damp, bare shoulders and pushed her back against the counter. Her lower back hit it firmly enough to startle her. If this was any other situation with him - if he was actually a good man, she could have stood to play this game with him. But she couldn't do this because it was him. He had to go now.

"Eddie," There was an edge to her voice, but it didn't come out as harsh as she wanted it to, "Don't," She pushed her hands against his chest, which was protected by the hard bullet proof vest that he wore with the rest of his costume. Her push, which was rather flimsy, she noted with annoyance, did nothing to him. She chalked it up to her being nervous - she knew what was going to happen, and she knew there was a point where she was going to stop protesting.

"Honey, I'm not gonna hurt'cha," He nuzzled his face into her hair, cradling her now so that her head was under his chin, her lips inches from his throat. She wanted to bite the skin of his neck, wanted to kiss it, lick it, tear into it with her teeth. She wouldn't let herself unwind from this rigid posture - she feared that if she did, the motions would all come back full force, and she would lost herself to this lust that he brought out of her.

"I just missed ya is all," Big, warm hands cradled her jaw, trying to lift her face so she would look at him, "C'mon baby girl,"

God, that voice was her undoing. Deep, hot drawl that poured out of him like molasses. She could feel the vibration of his chest against her hands, rumbling with each word he spoke. Oh, hell. She tried to keep her face away from his, but those calloused palms could be so strong yet so gentle at the same time. He managed to lift her face, tilting her head back with skill. She turned her cheek as he leaned in for a kiss, his scruffy beard grazing her cheek as did his lips. Undeterred, his mouth continued to kiss down to the crook of her neck, and she felt his tongue lap at droplets of water that still clung to her bare skin.

She balled her hands into fists against the hard covering on his chest, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around his waist. He kissed a warm trail down to her shoulder, having to lean down the farther he went. As if he'd been thinking that at the same time as she, he suddenly gripped his hands onto her towel clothed waist and hoisted her up to sit on the countertop behind her. This swift motion caused the top of her towel to unravel from her chest, leaving her exposed to the chilly air. Her nipples hardened in the coolness, and his administrations were not helping as he stood between her legs and trapped her there, hands stroking her thighs and mouth working all over her neck and shoulders. She did let out a moan, a quiet one that escaped her throat, when he knelt down so his mouth could reach her exposed breasts. The heat between her legs was molten with desire, burning hot with want that she knew wasn't going to go away. She banged her head back against the cabinet on the wall behind her when he tugged on a nipple with his teeth. She didn't even realize her hands were in his hair until he hissed at a particularly hard pull, and she tilted her head to look down at him.

"Not that I don't enjoy the fight you put up, but," Those large hands fumbled with untying the rest of the towel and getting it off of her, "I don't know why y'even bother when you know you're just gonna wind up on your back begging me Eddie, Eddie please-"

With a glare and a surge of energy, she shoved at his chest with her feet, pushing him back away from her. He landed on his back with a massive thud that shook her entire kitchen, pots and pans rattling in their cabinets and under the stove. Jumping down from the counter top, she clutched at the towel in her hands, bringing it up to cover her chest once more. She reached back and snatched the knife up off the counter, pointing it at him as he started to sit back up with a growl.

"No," she stated firmly, swallowing down as much of the arousal as she could. Eddie sat up a little off the floor, leaning on his elbows as he watched her brandish the knife at him. "You need to go. Don't make me say it a third time."

"Awww, 'Chelle," He smiled at her like he thought she was cute, that megawatt grin lighting up the dark kitchen, "Put that damn thing away, honey, only person you're gonna hurt is yourself."

She took a step closer, jaw clenched (as well as her thighs), "You know damn well I know how to use this - I'm not fucking around, Eddie, I want you to-"He lunged up at her suddenly, and she let out a shriek as she jumped back, still holding the knife steadily out in front of her as he leapt to his feet. "Jesus Christ!" One hand clutching her towel closed over her chest, her hand that held the knife trembled ever so slightly as she kept it pointed at him, "Just stop it already, would you please?!" She knew he was trying to scare her, and damn it, it worked. He had that look in his eyes he got when he was about to do something bad - that sick light in his dark iris's that meant he was more than willing to take her even with the knife still clutched between her fingers.

Instead of acting upon whatever he'd been thinking about doing, he relaxed his posture and reached a hand up to smooth his hair out of his face. He sighed, "Believe it or not sweetheart, I'm not here for a fight. I miss you - I wanted to see you." The words sounded foreign, awkward coming from him. The Comedian rarely got sentimental, rarely got serious unless he was pissed off. She almost felt uncomfortable hearing him say them, as much as he himself was saying them.

She swallowed thickly again at his low voice as it crawled over her flesh like a warm breath of air. She didn't let herself loosen her grip on the knife. "You broke into my apartment - into my building."

"Okay," He held up one large hand, palm facing out towards her, "That was broke when I got here - your fuckin' landlord is a piece of shit, wouldn't know how to fortify a building to save his damn life. Then I had to rush on up here and make sure you were okay, but you weren't home. So, yeah, then I picked your lock." He shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "And I wouldn't have to break in if you didn't keep changing the damn locks."

She stared at him in outrage, "I never gave you a key!"

"You left a spare lying out on the fucking coffee table - what else were ya gonna do with it?"

"I wasn't gonna give it to you! Not everything is yours!"

"'Course it ain't," There was that grin again. God, he was going to be the death of her. "That's why when you want something, y'gotta take it."

Instead of arguing with him further, she shook her head, "You're fucking insufferable."

"And you love me for it," He winked at her, taking a step closer, not caring about the potential danger of the knife she held. She raised it at him in warning - she would not be swayed by his charm. Looking down at the blade like how one would look at a flower, the man before her tilted his head to one side before his eyes once again rose to meet hers. Then, "Were you takin' a bath before I came in?" The tone of his inquiry was general curiosity laced with suggestiveness - which meant that she should not answer this question. She didn't give him any indication that she'd heard him, but that didn't seem to deter him from his goal... Whatever it was at the moment. "Well hell, doll, don't let me stop ya! You know what, I've got a great idea: Why don't I join you? I'm feelin' real dirty right now..."

She narrowed her eyes at him, but he was already turning and heading towards her bathroom - her very tiny bathroom that could barely fit one person, let alone the both of them. He himself was the size of two and a half people - tall and broad, and his costume just added to his bulk. Still clutching the knife, she followed him, stepping carefully over the trail of costume he was leaving behind. She had half a mind to pick up all the pieces and throw it all out the window, but she didn't want to give him a reason to be walking around naked in her apartment. At least if everything was here, she could maybe chuck it all out in the hallway and shove him out with it. Maybe. Her heart stopped when she saw his pants lying in the doorway to the bathroom, and she gulped despite herself. "Eddie..." she warned, knowing the sight that would await her when she rounded the corner - she steeled herself for what she would see.

The sight before her she was sure would be the death of her, if nothing else he did quite did the trick. The Comedian was laying in her bathtub, which was not big enough for him, and he was naked. He scrubbed at the black paint around his eyes with the soapy water - he didn't seem to mind the girly scent. Everything was off - his clothes, his gloves, his mask. There were no weapons in sight, so unless they were submerged under the water with the rest of him, they were lying dormant on the floor with the rest of his costume. He cupped his large hands in the water to gather some, and poured it over his head, smoothing back his damp hair. God Almighty. He had to leave now before he caused her to do something she would regret.

"C'mon, 'Chelle, I need help gettin' my back. You know there's that one spot I can't ever reach,"

"No, what you need to do is go, just please, go."

"Please, please, please, so Goddamn polite," He plucked her purple loofah off of the hook it had been hanging on suctioned to the side of the shower. "You're even polite when my tongue is in your pussy." He chuckled at the thought, squeezing her loofah between his hands so the soap suds spilled over his fingers, "'Oh Eddie, please, oh unnh please...'"

She tried her best to ignore what his words did to her. She didn't know what to do - he wasn't going to leave and her resistance was fading. Her conscience was even whispering Just give him what he wants, what you want, and he'll go. But every time she did, it was harder to let him go.

She knew she wasn't the only one this whole situation was hard on.

Her lack of words caused him to look over in her direction, dark eyes trailing up her towel clothed body before meeting her own. He seemed to sense her conflict (which wasn't difficult given their past), and he stood up out of the water.

She'd been right about the whole 'no clothes' part. That was for certain.

Her mouth watered at the sight of him, much like the water that cascaded down his naked body as he stood there. She didn't stop her eyes from roaming; she couldn't. He extended a hand out to her, one long leg lifting over the edge of the porcelain to step out of the claw foot tub. Water dripped off his body onto the floor mat beneath him, and it wasn't long before he stood right in front of her once more. Her eyes were on his chest - where her eye level pointed directly since he was so tall. She focused on the hard muscle beneath the skin, a protective layer of fat covering the muscle - he was dense and warm, the kind of body that you wanted to cuddle up to; the kind of chest that you wanted to fall asleep on. She didn't want to look in his eyes; instead she focused on the dark hair on his chest that the water droplets clung to, the hair that traveled down and down and down - No, she wasn't going to look there, either.

"Where'd all that fire go?" he murmured, his voice low and sensual. It was said so quietly that she wasn't even sure if he was talking to her or of if he was commenting to himself. She felt his fingertips graze the backs of her hands, then close around her clenched fists, including the one still holding the giant breadknife. From there his hands stroked a line all the way up to her elbows where he lifted her limbs and placed them around his neck. It was so much harder not to look at him now - she had to keep her head tilted downwards. "'Chelle," She closed her eyes to keep from looking up into his. His hands were on her face then, gently but firmly tilting her head back. She knew what was coming, and she knew once she hit that certain point she wouldn't want to say no, wouldn't want to tell him to leave.

When she felt his lips touch hers, she knew that point had come. There was no going back now.

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AN: I do not own the Watchmen franchise or any of it's characters. Michelle is my own OC. I also do not own the song 'Natural Born Sinner' by In This Moment. The above pictures are from pinterest, there's links attached that go back to the original posts.

part two

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Eddie Blake/The Comedian in Watchmen (2009)

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN | It’s the dimples for me 🫣

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Memories

Masterlist

Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Ex Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: After retiring from being a vigilante in '77 you lost touch with most of your old teammates, until you happen to bump into one of them eight years later, the Comedian.

Word count: 3.9K

Warnings: NSFW - Age gap (reader in their early 30s, eddie mid 60s), period-typical sexism, brief dry humping, vaginal sex, praise, eddie's filthy mouth

A/N: I never write any sort of 'soft' version of the Comedian as it's out of character, but for old Eddie specifically he got a lot more lonely and regretful as he aged, which we saw especially in scenes like his talk with Moloch. So this is some sweet smut with some angst & fluff at the end.

It was pouring with rain, the streets of Manhattan slick and reflecting the light from the street lights that lined the sidewalk, the puddles that occasionally littered the ground rippling with every drop of rain that crashed against its surface. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to warm yourself up, your clothes damp and clinging to your skin besides the leather trenchcoat you'd thrown on in a hurry, and stepped out from the momentary shelter you'd found from the rain in the form of a small ledge overhanging above the entrance to a store. You looked down the busy road hoping to wave down a cab when you caught sight of a man holding an umbrella heading down the sidewalk towards you, not quite registering him at first until you saw the scar extending from his brow to the side of his mouth.

"Eddie?" You called out with uncertainty.

His head lifted, his eyes searching for the source of the sound until he locked eyes with you, picking up the pace in his steps until he reached you.

"Doll?" He responded with a smile, looking you over as though he equally couldn't quite believe it was really you after all this time.

Eddie noticed the way the rain was pouring on your already drenched hair and coat and chuckled, stepping closer to you so that he could hold the umbrella to cover both of your heads.

"God, it has to have been at least-"

"8 years." Eddie interjected when you seemed to be doing the mental math of how long it had been since you last saw him, a melancholy tone to his voice with the way he was able to recall it so perfectly.

You nodded and let out a sigh that turned into a small, misty cloud in the cool air.

"Well, I was just on my way home. You could come back with me and I can get you some coffee, maybe even get you dried up while we wait for the rain to stop?" He suggested, though there was a light in his eyes as he said it like he'd be disappointed if you didn't.

"Sure, I'd love to catch up, and I never say no to coffee." You smiled, to which he held out his arm for you to take and you linked your arm with his.

The walk to Eddie's high-rise apartment building, the Promethea Building according to the signage at the entrance, was short but sweet, and he was leading you through the lobby and into the elevator before you knew it. When you got to the floor of his apartment he stepped out prompting you to follow him, the folded umbrella clutched in his hand dripping and leaving wet splotches on the floor on the way to his door. He retrieved his key from his pocket and unlocked it, pushing it open and allowing you to follow him in as he stepped inside, then closed the door behind you as you quietly observed the inside of his apartment. It was very spacious and probably cost a fortune, but you weren't surprised that Eddie could afford such a thing after doing vigilante work for over 40 years now. Although you couldn't say the same for you and any of the other crime fighters of your generation whose careers were cut so short. You were torn from your train of thought when you felt Eddie reach around from behind you to undo the belt at the waist of your leather coat, his breath fanning against the side of your face as he leaned over your shoulder to be able to see what he was doing, seemingly lingering there a little too long. He slid it down your arms once the material came apart which bunched at your wrists, and you helped him get it off from there.

"Thanks." You muttered as he took your coat and hung it up before he moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"I'm gonna go change." Eddie mumbled as he turned to go down the hall, presumably towards his bedroom.

You took the time alone to begin wandering around the apartment, the view from the large glass wall overlooking the city being the first thing to catch your eye. There was a usual smog covering the dark, cloudy sky, the rain still pouring and spilling over the window whilst the streets below were somewhat busy with the occasional passerby and the many cars on the road. When you turned you were surprised to find a framed photo of you that you'd done for a magazine cover towards the start of your crime-fighting career hung on the wall. It generated just the right amount of publicity to put you on the map for good and got the papers to take an interest in reporting the criminals you'd turn in, not that any of your male counterparts had to do that, they were front page no matter what. The whistle of the kettle got louder and louder whilst you stared at the picture, a small smile on your face as you reminisced. You were part of the second generation of costumed vigilantism after those such as the Comedian and his time, the time when being a masked freak was actually a good thing. That admiration became tarnished when public outrage started to grow towards those sworn to protect them and people took to the streets in the form of riots, but you could hardly dispute the sentiment when there were those such as Eddie at the helm, the poster boy for egotistical displays of power and anarchy. You met Eddie at a meeting to join a new crime-fighting team proposed by Ozymandias, in which he not so gracefully crapped over the idea of the whole thing before taking his leave, leaving the plans that had been drawn up in flames. That should've been the first sign of trouble, but you naively followed him out and did some work as a duo afterwards, sometimes a trio with Nite Owl when he had enough patience to deal with Eddie's antics; you liked to think you balanced the whole thing out to make it tolerable enough for Daniel.

"Ya like starting at yourself, huh?" Eddie commented once the screeching of the kettle simmered down, and you turned to find him pouring the boiling water into two coffee mugs.

"Or you like staring at me." You retorted with raised brows which made him chuckle a little.

"It's a nice picture, you look good." He responded simply as he set the kettle down and picked up a small spoon to stir the coffee.

"About as nice as that hustler magazine on your coffee table, right?" You gestured to it with a tilt of your head and crossed your arms over your chest playfully.

He only let out a small laugh in the form of a snort and searched the pockets of the robe he was now wearing, a lighter and a cigar in his hand once he removed it. He propped the cigar between his lips and brought the lighter to it, igniting the end before flipping it shut and placing it back into his pocket.

"I'm an old man now, sweetheart. I can eyeball as many hustler magazines as I damn well please." He spoke around the cigar, balancing it in his mouth as he did.

Eddie picked up the coffee mugs and started bringing them towards the couch making you round the glass table to settle down on it. He placed the mugs down on the table and closed his fingers around the cigar as he lowered himself down onto the couch, blowing a stream of smoke from his lips as he did. He then reached up to grab the t-shirt he'd slung over his shoulder and held it out for you to take.

"Here, bathroom's down the hall." He muttered.

You quickly made your way to the bathroom and removed your soaked sweater, your body already much warmer when you removed it and threw on Eddie's t-shirt. He was twice your size and built like a linebacker meaning it was more of an oversized dress than a top, but you used that to your advantage and removed your now drenched pants too. When you returned he briefly dragged his eyes over your bare legs, whilst you couldn't help but notice the small smiley face pin badge he was still sporting after all these years as you sat back down beside him.

"Still wearing this, huh?" You reached out to run your thumb over the badge clipped to his robe. "Did you give it up?"

He thought for a moment before shaking his head, watching as your thumb ran over the badge before looking back into your eyes.

"I registered, I do work for 'em here and there. You?"

You lowered your hand and sighed.

"Not since '77."

In 1977 Congress passed the Keene Act outlawing vigilantism and requiring you to register with the government if you wanted to continue, but you felt as though that regulation came at a price as did many others, so you retired.

"Do you miss it?" Eddie asked as he removed the cigar from his mouth to take a sip of his coffee before setting the mug down again.

You mirrored him and reached to take a sip from your own coffee as you thought about your answer. It was a loaded question, but you ultimately settled for the latter.

"Yeah, I think so. But I'm guessing you don't get to patrol the streets anymore and screw around like we used to." You pointed out, earning a smile from him in response.

"Yeah, not so much of that anymore."

Reflecting on it had a wistful glint fill his eyes for a fleeting moment, but he moved on with the hopes of not getting too wrapped up in the nostalgia of the past.

"So, you married? Kids?" He asked as he blew another cloud of smoke which slowly started to dissipate.

Your brows bounced up and you let out a small laugh of disbelief. That kind of question seemed so out of place directed towards you of all people.

"Married? God no. That was out of the question the moment they clamped down on crime fighting. You think most men are thrilled at the idea of marrying a woman who could toss him over her shoulder like it was nothing?"

"Well, you'd have a hard time doing that to me." Eddie remarked.

"My point exactly." You retorted.

"Touché." He added with a smile.

He pushed the cigar back between his lips and casually rested his large hand just above your knee. His hand felt nice and warm on your cold skin, so you were hardly opposed to the touch.

"You still living at your old place?" Eddie continued, blowing smoke with each word.

"Yeah, never moved. Too many memories." You admitted with a small shrug having always been quite the sentimentalist.

Eddie nodded in understanding and then started to chuckle, shaking his head as your words sparked some long forgone memory in his mind.

"What?" You pried playfully, curious as to what you'd reminded him of.

"Ya remember when Dan got injured? Me and you had to haul his ass back to your apartment since your place was closest, that night was a mess." He recalled with a grin, subconsciously caressing your thigh with his rough, calloused palm as he spoke.

You laughed as it flooded back to you. The three of you had decided to traipse around the city on foot that night rather than taking the Owlship, much to Daniel's dismay. Unsurprisingly, things took a turn when the three of you came face to face with a small horde of rioters. You were able to disband them with minimal civilian harm no thanks to Eddie but not before Daniel got swarmed by a cluster of them, and you had been too busy making sure Eddie wasn't manhandling or brutalising anybody to notice.

"Yeah, I patched him up and then sent you two idiots on your way." You reminisced with an eye roll.

He didn't know it, but you hadn't wanted Eddie to leave that night.

There was some shared laughter and then a comfortable silence once it died down, the two of you just enjoying one another's company until Eddie set his cigar down in the ashtray resting on top of the magazine. He raised his hand to hold one side of your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek.

"Me and you really did have some fun, didn't we?"

You let a warm smile take over your lips and placed your hand over the back of his.

"We sure did, Eddie."

He was so much closer to you now, and you could've sworn his gaze briefly settled on your lips before looking back into your eyes, and then he leaned forward. Eddie's lips pressed against yours, his hand still caressing the side of your face and using it to deepen the kiss. Then he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the taste of cigars and the aroma of him permeating your senses, including any urge to not go against your better judgment. You wasted no time sliding onto his lap, a grunt escaping his lips as you settled down on his groin and let your hands get lost in the thick grey strands at the sides of his hair. He let go of your cheek to stroke his hands over your thighs and beneath the hem of your t-shirt, his rough fingertips brushing over your hips and moving down to cup your ass, the force in his grip earning a low moan from you. Rolling your hips slightly had his fingers dig into your skin, the groan that rumbled from his throat getting lost in the kiss and the friction you were creating only making the bulge forming beneath his robe grow that much harder. Eddie stood from the couch taking you with him, his hands still gripping your ass firmly to support you prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands running through his hair as he makes his way to the bedroom. You unwrap your legs from him when he leans down to set you on the bed, straightening his back to start undoing his robe whilst you sit up to cross your arms and gather the material at the hem of the top he had given you, pulling it over your head and tossing it on the floor by the bed. When his robe came apart you were quick to lean up on your knees and press your lips against his lower abdomen, peppering kisses all the way from his stomach to his chest. Eddie let out a pleased sound and tangled his fingers in your hair, letting you admire his body some more before taking hold of your chin and tilting you to look up at him.

"I missed you, doll." He rasped, moving his thumb up to sweep over your bottom lip.

You smiled up at him and ran your hand down his chest, enjoying the way the hair on his chest felt beneath your palm.

"I missed you too."

He urged you to lay back down and climbed on top of you, his hands moving down to grasp your thighs and spread them apart, settling into the space he made between your legs and smashing his lips against yours. Lining up with your entrance he pushed himself inside you, the short gasp you let out as you stretched around him muffled against his lips as he gave you a moment to adjust to the feel of him before he started moving. He broke the kiss to bury his head in the crook of your neck and litter kisses there, slightly sucking and teasing the skin between his teeth in a way that was guaranteed to leave you with marks, the thick scruff of the moustache on his upper lip scratching along your neck all the while. Shamelessly you let one of your hands get lost in his hair again, combing your fingers through it and gathering a fistful of it to gently tug once you got to the back, your other hand sliding down his back allowing you to enjoy the way the muscles in his back flexed against your palm. He stopped his affections on your neck to turn his attention to your ear, whispering into it.

"You don't know how long I've wondered what this pussy would feel like." Eddie drawled, emphasising his words with a particularly deep thrust.

For a moment he slowed his movements only to lean back and take hold of your leg, propping it on his broad shoulder before sinking back into you and filling you to the hilt all over again.

"Oh fuck, Eddie." You whined.

He chuckled, eyes half-lidded with lust and turned to place a tender kiss on the side of your knee while his hand grasped the top of your thigh. Then he started moving his hips again, long, excruciatingly hard thrusts that were only heightened by the angle he'd positioned you in. Eddie was taking his time with you. Savouring you and the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut when he hit a particular spot. The rain was still pouring over Eddie's bedroom window, the soft thuds and pitter-patter against the glass the only noise in the room besides your needy cries and the occasional creak of the bed. He planted a few kisses along your neck again, dragging his mouth up and across your jaw until he reached your lips, and then claimed your lips with his.

"Feels so fuckin' good, babydoll." He cooed between kisses, the praise going straight to your cunt.

This was probably the first time in Eddie's whole life that he felt as though he was making love to a woman and not just fucking someone to get himself off. To him, you had never been just a pretty face or a rookie vigilante for him to mess with because he cared about you, and that was saying a lot considering Eddie didn't much care for anything, especially these days. You were the only person who had ever been able to look past his sadistic and amoral front, even when he never gave you a glimpse at the tormented man underneath. There was no doubt that the Comedian was one sick sonofabitch, a cold, heartless bastard as many would say, but he loved you for whatever that was worth.

He started bucking his hips into you rougher, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your moans and the way he was buried so deep inside you making you dig your nails into his skin with the hand you'd placed on his back, the other still in his hair. He groaned against your lips as he felt you claw down his back, the sensation only spurring him on to make his thrusts that much more intense.

"Come for me, hon." Eddie coaxed as he felt you start to squirm beneath him, every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand gathering a fistful of hair at the back of his head as you clung to him, and then it crashed over you. Your breath caught in your throat, your body arching into him as he only continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm, and you finally choked out an unbridled sob from your parted lips at the overstimulation. The sound seemed to tip him over the edge too, quickly withdrawing himself from you and removing your leg from his shoulder letting it drop to his hip. He spilt onto your lower abdomen, warm droplets splashing on your skin as guttural groans reverberated through his chest, which rose and fell rapidly with his short, jagged gulps of air. Eddie took a moment to collect himself, the two of you panting as you tried to ride out your highs.

Eventually, he leaned down to place a sloppy kiss between your breasts and then got up in search of something, returning with a small towel when he was back in your field of view. Eddie never usually cared about this sort of thing, but he thought you'd appreciate the gesture. He climbed back onto the bed and started wiping you down, then tossed the towel aside when he was done cleaning you up and laid down beside you. You immediately draped your arm across him, your leg moving over him as you rested your head against his chest and sighed softly when he wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head, pulling you flush against his chest.

"We should've done this years ago." You remarked, drawing a conceited chuckle from Eddie in response.

Things got quiet when his laughter tapered off,  and then his voice pierced the silence.

"I shoulda married you."

You didn't quite believe what you had heard at first and didn't even glance at him to make sure that you had heard him correctly.

"What?"

"Don't make me say it again." He warned, knowing that you had most likely heard him the first time.

You lifted your head from his chest to look at him and were totally staggered by what you found. His eyes were glassy and full of regret, and it was clear that he was trying to keep it together so that he didn't have to be vulnerable with you. But laying here with you and feeling you wrapped up in his arms, even the sound of your slow, steady breaths drove him to a conclusion he'd been avoiding for years. He was lonely. He refused to ever come to terms with it because he'd never needed anybody, but that attitude hadn't survived the test of time. Eddie didn't have anybody to come home to after spending months away on some classified overseas bullshit, he didn't have anyone to call his own, it was just him. You sat up and cupped one side of his face, his eyes boring into yours.

"Does it help if I say I would've said yes?" You added truthfully, though it was disguised as a way of cheering him up.

He snorted his laughter and grinned, placing his much larger hand over the back of yours.

"Of course you would've, you've always been sweet on me doll." He taunted in response, which made you playfully scoff.

You leaned in and pressed a deliberately long kiss on his cheek directly over where his scar is, and then gave his lips a quick peck too.

"Well, why don't we make up for lost time, hm? We can grab dinner next week."

Then there was that sadness filling his eyes again, though you weren't sure it had ever truly left.

"I can't. I'm being shipped off to god knows where on another mission again. I don't know when I'll be back, I'm hardly ever here." Eddie sighed frustratedly.

You nodded in understanding, your thumb idly stroking his cheek.

"Okay, well when you're back just give me a call. We'll figure something out." You suggested with a small smile.

You settled back down onto his chest, his fingers combing through your strands as he started to stroke your hair, the touch making your eyelids feel heavier until eventually, you succumbed to sleep.

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I read the watchmen comic and watched the movie yesterday and it was very good so ummm I drew Rorschach (roar-shack)