hii can i request a smut for rorschach?? this fandom is so dry rn 😭
✎ᝰ. EVIL WAYS ✧ WALTER KOVACS
a/n: trying a new layout hopefully its cute !! i didn’t know how kinky u wanted this so lmk 😓
fem! villain! reader . . . mdni. porn w/ no plot tbh. clothes ripping. degradation. piv sex. nipple play. creampie. no aftercare. idk rorschach is just mean in this.
YOU STOLE FOR fun. other villains knew it, heroes knew it. that’s just who you were. you just didn’t expect to come across him tonight. you’d fought the nite-owl, silk spectre, and many b-list heroes, but none of them irked you in a way rorschach did.
you’d have no chance of escaping him through physical prowess. it felt like he had the strength of a lion. instead, you’d have to evade him through flustering the masked man.
it was only a matter of time before schoolgirl kisses atop his mask just wouldn’t do a thing.
“put down the jewelry,” the figure says among the shadows.
you’re right in the middle of plucking pearls from the safe of a socialite when rorschach makes his presence known. he takes in the sight of your skin-tight costume. he’s glowering under his mask, dressed like a slut.
you turn to him, musing, “i don’t think so.”
then the chase begins. you leap through a window with the agility of a cat. it’s a small advantage at first, but rorschach’s grappling hook cancels it out as he moves faster across building to building. after a few minutes, he’s caught up, and it ends as quickly as it started.
“don’t move, y/n,” he growls, standing right in front of you.
“or what?” you coo.
he moves closer to you, hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat, and your hands find their way to the collar of his jacket. lustful, rorschach remarks darkly, she deserves punishment.
his left hand leaves his pocket and flashes a pair of handcuffs to you. he reaches for your wrist but your opposite hand curls into a fist and swings at him. rorschach backs up, freeing you.
he grunts, “you really want to test me tonight? fine. you’re asking for it.”
he moves closer and pins you down on the rooftop. the iron grip rorschach has on your wrists is bound to leave marks. you try your best and use all your strength to lift up your hands or kick back, but to him, you’re just squirming prey.
the only reason his grip on you loosens is because of a long kiss pressed against his mask. he felt the outline of your lips move against his own, and his brows furrow.
“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.
