Two Femslash Meme Entries
This technically opens for fills tomorrow, but hey. I can't go from averaging 6000 words a day to NOTHING. I mean, I could. But it's nice to write something short and just pass it around to be enjoyed immediately.
Title: Fogged Glass
Author: geonncannon
Word Count: 1,011
Fandom: RPFS
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Warnings are implied with "KINK MEME FILL", right? And the fandom? This has nothing to do with the real human being person on whom it's based. It's just sharing a little fantasy and no harm is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the Fourth Annual Femslash Kink Meme!
Prompt: Olivia Wilde/Olivia Wilde, fantasizing at the gym
Olivia was near the end of her workout and leaned forward to put down her hand weights. She glanced to the right, as she always did as she caught her own movement in the wall of mirrors. She was dressed down in her workout clothes, tight shorts and a spandex top, and her hair was pulled back from her face. She hated the way it made her look; she had too much face, too much eye, and her jaw was just too big. But people seemed to like the combined effect.
It didn't matter that she was currently only working on dramas; eventually there would be another Tron or Cowboys & Aliens that would require her to be in peak physical condition, and she wasn't planning to start from scratch. Even if she could get away with wearing baggy sweaters and jackets on set tomorrow, eventually someone from wardrobe was going to show up with a skintight catsuit.
She picked up a towel as she stood, moving to stand in front of the mirror. "Hi. I'm Olivia Wilde. Nice to meet you." She smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners and her mouth spreading in such a weird way. People wanted to see this ten feet tall on a screen? Were they insane? She turned her head to one side, then the other, then nodded at each other.
"Nice to meet you, Olivia. I'm... Jane Cockburn."
"Are you a fan, Jane?"
She wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. "Nah. Not really."
She laughed. "Wow. Honesty, that's unexpected."
"Well, I'm not going to lie. Not even to someone as beautiful as you."
She smiled and looked behind her in the mirror. She didn't want the humiliation of someone walking in and seeing her talking to herself like this. Interruptions were unlikely; she only chose the deadest times to work out to avoid paparazzi and rubber-neckers. Of course, what they were hoping to see--
"Oh, come on."
She looked at the mirror, brow furrowed and eyes wide. "Did you say something?" She realized how stupid it was the moment it was out of her lips, but Olivia in the mirror widened her eyes and nodded.
"You know what they want to see. It's why you do all those photo shoots where you're wearing a handkerchief. You have an amazing body, and you have gorgeous, classical features."
She ducked her chin. "I have a square jaw and a weird nose. My eyes are nice, I have to say..."
"Is that all you like about us?"
She looked and saw her hands roaming up and down her sides. The reflection's hands stroked the outer curves of the small breasts, thumbs moving to tease the erect nipples.
"They could be bigger."
"They're perfect just the way they are," Mirror Olivia insisted. "Go on. Cup them."
She blushed. "Someone could see."
"And you like that. Don't you? That someone could walk in here and see Olivia Wilde touching herself this way?" She bit her lip, eyes dark with passionate intent. "Go on. Just slide that hand a little lower..."
She looked down and watched her fingers moving over the bare skin of her stomach, to the waistband of her shorts. She looked up without lifting her head, looking through her lashes as Olivia did the same. There was a pinkness to her cheeks - those high cheekbones were definitely something to be proud of, she supposed - and she smiled. She was breathing hard, and she flattened her fingers against the crotch of her shorts. She pointed the toe of her right sneaker, knee bent, and began to massage herself in a slow, wave-like rhythm.
"How does that feel?" one of them asked softly; she'd lost track. "Good, feels good," she whispered in response.
She cupped her breast and forced her eyes open, shoulders hunched, rocking her hips against her hand in a gentle rhythm. Watching Olivia masturbate, watching Olivia watch her. She swallowed hard and tilted her head to the side, her hair brushing her neck. It wasn't Olivia now. It was Thirteen and Quorra, Ella Swenson and Mia Conlon. They were masturbating for her, thanking her for bringing them to life, their breath fogging the glass between their faces. Watching her masturbate for them. She whimpered and closed her eyes as their names circled through her head.
She was Sabrina McKay, with her labial tattoo, and Sarah Witt in a sexy toga. She was Elizabeth, topless and kneeling at the foot of the bed with her hands bound to the bedposts.
She moaned and opened her eyes wide. Through the fog, she could almost pretend she was seeing another person. And then, suddenly, she realized that she was seeing another person; she was seeing the Olivia Wilde people fantasized about. She was shuddering when she pushed her hand into her shorts and touched herself, eyes rolling back as her fingers slipped over wet flesh.
They swirled around her. Thirteen's lab jacket, Quorra's bob cut, Ella's skirts, and Olivia gave a choked gasp as her muscles tightened around her fingers. She trembled through her orgasm, eyes open so she could see herself in the mirror, and her lips curled up into a lazy smile. Her eyes were half-lidded and definitely seductive, and she chuckled as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the reflection. For a moment, she thought she felt it give under the pressure.
She opened her eyes when she pulled back. Her nipples were still hard, and her stomach shone with sweat. She took the towel off her shoulder and pressed it to her neck, her chest, and then quickly wiped off her fingers. She hooked her thumb in the waistband of her shorts to make sure they sat right on her hips and backed away from the mirror, vigilant for signs of movement from the creature within.
The Olivia in the mirror did nothing else that she wouldn't approve of, so she finally turned her back and went to take a shower.
She expected it would be a very long one.
Title: Dangerous Women
Author: geonncannon
Word Count: 1,061
Fandom: Avengers (2012)
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: A little bit of bondage never hurt anyone. Well. You know what I mean.
Author's Notes: Written for the Fourth Annual Femslash Kink Meme!
Prompt: Natasha/Maria/Pepper, blindfolds
She should never have agreed to this. They were dangerous women, the best of the best from their respective countries. A Russian assassin so powerful that she could stand up with a Super Soldier and Tony's suit of armor. An American soldier who was powerful enough to stand at the front lines of the most elite group of fighters the government could assemble. A woman who had stood toe-to-toe with a demigod with nothing but her guns and guts.
And now they were standing somewhere in her bedroom, doing God knew what, while she sat blindfolded on the edge of the bed. She was trembling slightly, a little nervous and a lot excited about what was about to happen. The blindfold was soft, resting above her eyebrows and just above the tip of her nose. Natasha had tied it carefully, whispering in her ear to make sure it wasn't pinching her hair. When Pepper promised it was fine, Natasha placed a soft kiss on her cheek and retreated into the open space of the room.
The blindfold meant they could do whatever they wanted to her.
The lack of restraints meant that they had her permission to push the limits.
Pepper wasn't surprised the killing machine could be tender. When she became CEO of Stark Industries, when she thought of Natasha as Natalie, long nights at the office had often included shoulder massages and foot rubs. And then one night, kneeling in front of Pepper to take off her shoes, Natasha had looked up and stared at her without flinching as she offered "a more thorough relaxation technique." Pepper had been naked on the couch with Natasha's fingers easing into her so quickly that she didn't even have time to process the fact she was being fucked by a woman. It felt too good to analyze.
She'd felt betrayed by Natasha's eventual unmasking as a SHIELD agent, but the world was quickly becoming a map of assumed identities. Pepper suggested resuming their "normal lives," using each other only as comfort in times of great stress. She went to Tony and, as she'd recently discovered, Natasha found Maria. Now, after the near-invasion and the dispatching of Loki, there was enough time for everyone to take a breath and relax. Tony had Bruce, and Natasha suggested Pepper and Maria should get to know one another.
Over drinks, Natasha explained it thus: Maria likes redheads. Pepper gets turned on by people in uniform. "And I just like having people fuck me."
Unassailable logic on all counts.
They undressed her slowly. One of them undid the buttons of her blouse while the other slipped cool hands under her skirt and tugged down her pantyhose. Her ankle was kissed and a quick tongue teased her toes before letting her foot drop back to the carpet. Feather-soft kisses traced the cup of her brassiere, and then pursed lips pressed against the material. The tongue swept until the hard bud of her nipple could be felt underneath it, and it was teased with nips of sharp teeth.
Her skirt was left in place as someone climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. She leaned against the woman, relaxing as her legs were lifted onto someone's shoulders. A tongue drew an arrow straight to her crotch, and her breath caught in her throat as a slow exhale of breath blew across her red-orange pubic hair. Her breasts were held, her neck was kissed, and her clit was taking into a mouth and greedily sucked.
Pepper moved a hand back to her supporter's hip, the other resting on top of the other woman's head. Her fingers curled and she arched her back to press herself against her partner's mouth. She turned her head and someone's mouth fit over hers. She heard/felt a gentle sigh of pleasure from below and knew the kiss was being watched and enjoyed. Her tongue swept into the new mouth and she realized without a doubt that she was kissing Maria.
Maria's hand moved down Pepper's stomach, riding the movement of Pepper's hard breathing for a moment before moving lower. She spread Pepper's labia, slipped into Natasha's mouth, and then curled before pushing inside of her. Pepper's cry was choked and quickly cut off when Natasha rose over her and covered her mouth. Pepper tasted herself on Natasha's lips and tongue as Maria's fingers pumped into her.
Natasha lifted Pepper's hand, wet the fingers, and guided them between her own legs. Pepper, still a novice to this sort of lovemaking let herself be guided, face flushed as she felt Natasha tighten around her. She curled her thumb up, pressed it to Natasha's clit, and let the woman thrust against each other with her body caught in between. When she came, she clutched to Natasha with her free hand and hoped they didn't exclude her. She kissed whatever she could reach until Natasha came - growling as she did so - and focused her energies on Maria.
When all three were sated, Natasha and Maria stretched out on the mattress and fell against each other. Pepper could hear their kisses, moans, the springs protesting as they shifted their weight against each other. She stood and slid her fingers under the blindfold and pushing it up and off. She turned and looked down at her lovers, breathing heavily at the expanses of tight, sweat-slick flesh. Natasha's thighs were parted and wet with her orgasm, and Maria was spreading the moisture through her pubic hair, matting the dark red curls with her fingers.
She dropped the blindfold. "Look at me."
Maria turned half-open eyes to her; Natasha was too focused on Maria's nipple to heed the order, so Pepper leaned down and swatted her ass hard. Natasha yelped, eyes widening with instinctual violence before settling down to aroused fury. Pepper smoothed her hand over the pink skin, returning Natasha's gaze without blinking. There was a time, the look said, when I was your CEO and you were my assistant, when you knelt before me and kissed my toes. There was a time when I could have taken you over my knee and you'd have called me ma'am.
Natasha's lips curled in desire, her eyes darkening as she paid Pepper her full attention.
Pepper smiled.
She was going to show them that she could be a dangerous woman, too...
Title: Fogged Glass
Author: geonncannon
Word Count: 1,011
Fandom: RPFS
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Warnings are implied with "KINK MEME FILL", right? And the fandom? This has nothing to do with the real human being person on whom it's based. It's just sharing a little fantasy and no harm is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the Fourth Annual Femslash Kink Meme!
Prompt: Olivia Wilde/Olivia Wilde, fantasizing at the gym
Olivia was near the end of her workout and leaned forward to put down her hand weights. She glanced to the right, as she always did as she caught her own movement in the wall of mirrors. She was dressed down in her workout clothes, tight shorts and a spandex top, and her hair was pulled back from her face. She hated the way it made her look; she had too much face, too much eye, and her jaw was just too big. But people seemed to like the combined effect.
It didn't matter that she was currently only working on dramas; eventually there would be another Tron or Cowboys & Aliens that would require her to be in peak physical condition, and she wasn't planning to start from scratch. Even if she could get away with wearing baggy sweaters and jackets on set tomorrow, eventually someone from wardrobe was going to show up with a skintight catsuit.
She picked up a towel as she stood, moving to stand in front of the mirror. "Hi. I'm Olivia Wilde. Nice to meet you." She smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners and her mouth spreading in such a weird way. People wanted to see this ten feet tall on a screen? Were they insane? She turned her head to one side, then the other, then nodded at each other.
"Nice to meet you, Olivia. I'm... Jane Cockburn."
"Are you a fan, Jane?"
She wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. "Nah. Not really."
She laughed. "Wow. Honesty, that's unexpected."
"Well, I'm not going to lie. Not even to someone as beautiful as you."
She smiled and looked behind her in the mirror. She didn't want the humiliation of someone walking in and seeing her talking to herself like this. Interruptions were unlikely; she only chose the deadest times to work out to avoid paparazzi and rubber-neckers. Of course, what they were hoping to see--
"Oh, come on."
She looked at the mirror, brow furrowed and eyes wide. "Did you say something?" She realized how stupid it was the moment it was out of her lips, but Olivia in the mirror widened her eyes and nodded.
"You know what they want to see. It's why you do all those photo shoots where you're wearing a handkerchief. You have an amazing body, and you have gorgeous, classical features."
She ducked her chin. "I have a square jaw and a weird nose. My eyes are nice, I have to say..."
"Is that all you like about us?"
She looked and saw her hands roaming up and down her sides. The reflection's hands stroked the outer curves of the small breasts, thumbs moving to tease the erect nipples.
"They could be bigger."
"They're perfect just the way they are," Mirror Olivia insisted. "Go on. Cup them."
She blushed. "Someone could see."
"And you like that. Don't you? That someone could walk in here and see Olivia Wilde touching herself this way?" She bit her lip, eyes dark with passionate intent. "Go on. Just slide that hand a little lower..."
She looked down and watched her fingers moving over the bare skin of her stomach, to the waistband of her shorts. She looked up without lifting her head, looking through her lashes as Olivia did the same. There was a pinkness to her cheeks - those high cheekbones were definitely something to be proud of, she supposed - and she smiled. She was breathing hard, and she flattened her fingers against the crotch of her shorts. She pointed the toe of her right sneaker, knee bent, and began to massage herself in a slow, wave-like rhythm.
"How does that feel?" one of them asked softly; she'd lost track. "Good, feels good," she whispered in response.
She cupped her breast and forced her eyes open, shoulders hunched, rocking her hips against her hand in a gentle rhythm. Watching Olivia masturbate, watching Olivia watch her. She swallowed hard and tilted her head to the side, her hair brushing her neck. It wasn't Olivia now. It was Thirteen and Quorra, Ella Swenson and Mia Conlon. They were masturbating for her, thanking her for bringing them to life, their breath fogging the glass between their faces. Watching her masturbate for them. She whimpered and closed her eyes as their names circled through her head.
She was Sabrina McKay, with her labial tattoo, and Sarah Witt in a sexy toga. She was Elizabeth, topless and kneeling at the foot of the bed with her hands bound to the bedposts.
She moaned and opened her eyes wide. Through the fog, she could almost pretend she was seeing another person. And then, suddenly, she realized that she was seeing another person; she was seeing the Olivia Wilde people fantasized about. She was shuddering when she pushed her hand into her shorts and touched herself, eyes rolling back as her fingers slipped over wet flesh.
They swirled around her. Thirteen's lab jacket, Quorra's bob cut, Ella's skirts, and Olivia gave a choked gasp as her muscles tightened around her fingers. She trembled through her orgasm, eyes open so she could see herself in the mirror, and her lips curled up into a lazy smile. Her eyes were half-lidded and definitely seductive, and she chuckled as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the reflection. For a moment, she thought she felt it give under the pressure.
She opened her eyes when she pulled back. Her nipples were still hard, and her stomach shone with sweat. She took the towel off her shoulder and pressed it to her neck, her chest, and then quickly wiped off her fingers. She hooked her thumb in the waistband of her shorts to make sure they sat right on her hips and backed away from the mirror, vigilant for signs of movement from the creature within.
The Olivia in the mirror did nothing else that she wouldn't approve of, so she finally turned her back and went to take a shower.
She expected it would be a very long one.
Title: Dangerous Women
Author: geonncannon
Word Count: 1,061
Fandom: Avengers (2012)
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: A little bit of bondage never hurt anyone. Well. You know what I mean.
Author's Notes: Written for the Fourth Annual Femslash Kink Meme!
Prompt: Natasha/Maria/Pepper, blindfolds
She should never have agreed to this. They were dangerous women, the best of the best from their respective countries. A Russian assassin so powerful that she could stand up with a Super Soldier and Tony's suit of armor. An American soldier who was powerful enough to stand at the front lines of the most elite group of fighters the government could assemble. A woman who had stood toe-to-toe with a demigod with nothing but her guns and guts.
And now they were standing somewhere in her bedroom, doing God knew what, while she sat blindfolded on the edge of the bed. She was trembling slightly, a little nervous and a lot excited about what was about to happen. The blindfold was soft, resting above her eyebrows and just above the tip of her nose. Natasha had tied it carefully, whispering in her ear to make sure it wasn't pinching her hair. When Pepper promised it was fine, Natasha placed a soft kiss on her cheek and retreated into the open space of the room.
The blindfold meant they could do whatever they wanted to her.
The lack of restraints meant that they had her permission to push the limits.
Pepper wasn't surprised the killing machine could be tender. When she became CEO of Stark Industries, when she thought of Natasha as Natalie, long nights at the office had often included shoulder massages and foot rubs. And then one night, kneeling in front of Pepper to take off her shoes, Natasha had looked up and stared at her without flinching as she offered "a more thorough relaxation technique." Pepper had been naked on the couch with Natasha's fingers easing into her so quickly that she didn't even have time to process the fact she was being fucked by a woman. It felt too good to analyze.
She'd felt betrayed by Natasha's eventual unmasking as a SHIELD agent, but the world was quickly becoming a map of assumed identities. Pepper suggested resuming their "normal lives," using each other only as comfort in times of great stress. She went to Tony and, as she'd recently discovered, Natasha found Maria. Now, after the near-invasion and the dispatching of Loki, there was enough time for everyone to take a breath and relax. Tony had Bruce, and Natasha suggested Pepper and Maria should get to know one another.
Over drinks, Natasha explained it thus: Maria likes redheads. Pepper gets turned on by people in uniform. "And I just like having people fuck me."
Unassailable logic on all counts.
They undressed her slowly. One of them undid the buttons of her blouse while the other slipped cool hands under her skirt and tugged down her pantyhose. Her ankle was kissed and a quick tongue teased her toes before letting her foot drop back to the carpet. Feather-soft kisses traced the cup of her brassiere, and then pursed lips pressed against the material. The tongue swept until the hard bud of her nipple could be felt underneath it, and it was teased with nips of sharp teeth.
Her skirt was left in place as someone climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. She leaned against the woman, relaxing as her legs were lifted onto someone's shoulders. A tongue drew an arrow straight to her crotch, and her breath caught in her throat as a slow exhale of breath blew across her red-orange pubic hair. Her breasts were held, her neck was kissed, and her clit was taking into a mouth and greedily sucked.
Pepper moved a hand back to her supporter's hip, the other resting on top of the other woman's head. Her fingers curled and she arched her back to press herself against her partner's mouth. She turned her head and someone's mouth fit over hers. She heard/felt a gentle sigh of pleasure from below and knew the kiss was being watched and enjoyed. Her tongue swept into the new mouth and she realized without a doubt that she was kissing Maria.
Maria's hand moved down Pepper's stomach, riding the movement of Pepper's hard breathing for a moment before moving lower. She spread Pepper's labia, slipped into Natasha's mouth, and then curled before pushing inside of her. Pepper's cry was choked and quickly cut off when Natasha rose over her and covered her mouth. Pepper tasted herself on Natasha's lips and tongue as Maria's fingers pumped into her.
Natasha lifted Pepper's hand, wet the fingers, and guided them between her own legs. Pepper, still a novice to this sort of lovemaking let herself be guided, face flushed as she felt Natasha tighten around her. She curled her thumb up, pressed it to Natasha's clit, and let the woman thrust against each other with her body caught in between. When she came, she clutched to Natasha with her free hand and hoped they didn't exclude her. She kissed whatever she could reach until Natasha came - growling as she did so - and focused her energies on Maria.
When all three were sated, Natasha and Maria stretched out on the mattress and fell against each other. Pepper could hear their kisses, moans, the springs protesting as they shifted their weight against each other. She stood and slid her fingers under the blindfold and pushing it up and off. She turned and looked down at her lovers, breathing heavily at the expanses of tight, sweat-slick flesh. Natasha's thighs were parted and wet with her orgasm, and Maria was spreading the moisture through her pubic hair, matting the dark red curls with her fingers.
She dropped the blindfold. "Look at me."
Maria turned half-open eyes to her; Natasha was too focused on Maria's nipple to heed the order, so Pepper leaned down and swatted her ass hard. Natasha yelped, eyes widening with instinctual violence before settling down to aroused fury. Pepper smoothed her hand over the pink skin, returning Natasha's gaze without blinking. There was a time, the look said, when I was your CEO and you were my assistant, when you knelt before me and kissed my toes. There was a time when I could have taken you over my knee and you'd have called me ma'am.
Natasha's lips curled in desire, her eyes darkening as she paid Pepper her full attention.
Pepper smiled.
She was going to show them that she could be a dangerous woman, too...