Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such ( Read more... )
“Babe,” she says softly, near Danielle’s ear. “Babe, I’m going to go wipe down now.”
Danielle murmurs a vague “Mmm?” that could be either an amused “Oh, really?” or a “What?”, but then she shifts and sits up slightly, brown eyes blinking and a little dazed without their glasses. Adrienne automatically moves aside and watches the gentle shift of Danielle’s heavy, beautiful breasts and the soft folds of her belly, and feels the need to reward Danielle’s all-around loveliness with a kiss to the sternum before Adrienne slides out of bed.
“Bothers you that much?” Danielle asks muzzily.
“I have standards, Danielle,” Adrienne retorts, all practiced business arrogance, but her mouth coils up into a pert smirk as she does so.
Adrienne leaves the bathroom door open so that she can still see Danielle in bed, and perhaps so that Danielle can watch Adrienne go over her own thighs and pussy with a damp washcloth. At forty-seven years old, Adrienne Veidt looks better than many girls in their twenties- high, firm, small breasts, long elegant limbs of ballerina-honed thinness, clear skin with only the most cursory of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
She glances back at Danielle and smiles.
“You can join me if you’d like.”
“No thanks,” says Danielle. “I think I’d prefer to stay back here and just enjoy the show.”
Adrienne takes this as a challenge and leans against the doorway so that her lean, angular gymnast’s body becomes a sharp, erotic ant umbra against the light. Danielle whistles in approval and pushes a long lock of wavy brown hair from her eyes as she pulls the covers over herself.
“If you want, I could even do the honors for you,” Adrienne calls.
Danielle hesitates.
“Look, Adrienne, it’s one thing for you, but… well, not all of us are making it through the years unscathed.”
Adrienne is by now pulling on a short negligee. “Don’t be stupid, Danny.”
“I’m serious. Sure, you’ve kept that Miss America body for all this time, but…”
Danielle gestures at what little can be seen of her physique. Between the sheet pulled up to her collarbone and the lush expanse of her hair falling over her shoulders, released from its usual ponytail, her arms are really the only visible part.
Adrienne sighs.
“Danielle, really-”
“I get that you probably think it’s stupid- fuck it, Adrienne, I used to be barely any bigger than you, and this early menopausal shit-”
Danielle stops as Adrienne sits down beside her. This was something she hadn’t even been able to share with Laurie, out of fear that Laurie would be disgusted and leave. Laurie and Danielle had drifted apart anyway, which was why Danielle now found herself a regular houseguest of the woman who’d saved the world by killing fifteen million of its inhabitants, but Danielle couldn’t blame her. Laurie liked Danielle, needed someone after Jon, related enough to Danielle that for a while it might have even been love… but ultimately, Laurie wasn’t enough of a dyke for it to work out. She and Danielle kept in touch, though Danielle hadn’t been able to tell Laurie just who she was fucking now, or how in love with Adrienne Veidt she was.
Adrienne reaches for Danielle’s hand. Danielle is actually blushing.
“You wouldn’t know about any of that, would you, Supergirl?” she teases.
“Menopause? I haven’t bled in eighteen years,” says Adrienne. “I imagine you’re right; I wouldn’t know at all.”
“Lucky,” Danielle says automatically, and then the realization that it may not be so lucky dawns and she feels terrible enough to grab Adrienne and kiss her.
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“Maybe that’s what’s making you crazy enough to stay with me,” she says, peeling back the sheets to expose Danielle’s gloriously feminine body. Danielle shivers. Her nipples promptly harden in the cool air, and Adrienne leans forward to lick one of them.
“God, you taste good-”
“Adi!” Danielle giggles.
“I suppose I’ll have to clean you up right here myself,” Adrienne announces matter-of-factly.
Danielle begins to say something about being tired, but is cut off by a wave of pleasant sensation beginning where Adrienne’s tongue is massaging her clit.
“Adi, goddamn-”
Adi continues to lovingly French kiss Danielle’s pussy until Danielle suddenly cries out and relaxes. Adrienne licks the damp away from Danielle’s crotch and the softness of her ample thighs.
“There. All clean now.”
She lies down beside her again and runs a caressing hand over the pouch of Danielle’s belly. Danielle is smiling again.
“I guess, though, if I’m playing secret wife with you, you’ll get me back to the early days. I must just look like a lump of uncooked dough compared to what you see in the mirror every morning-”
“Danielle?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t question me. You’re an absolute goddess.”
Adrienne trails her hand up over the mounds of Danielle’s breasts. Danielle stares at her.
“What?”
“You heard what I said, and furthermore, I’ve been going at it with you six nights a week for eight months now. If I thought you were disgusting, this would never have happened. You’re…”
She pauses.
“…you’re an uncommonly beautiful woman, Danielle Dreiberg. Exactly as you are.”
Danielle is silent for a moment. She takes Adrienne’s hand.
“So much for the cold hard bitch I was warned about. Damn, even your hair looks softer right now.”
“What?”
“Tousled, kind of. Girlier. Looks more like a pixie cut like this instead of like you should be reading the nightly news in a suit and a baritone voice.”
“Fuck you,” Adrienne says amiably, smoothing it back into masculine harshness with one hand.
“Christ, you keep your hair like that and nobody’s guessed you’re a dyke yet?”
“It’s practical this way. It’s harder to do this-”
She teasingly grabs at a handful of Danielle’s thick brown hair and pulls just enough for Danielle to feel a quick jab of pain. Danielle goes “Hey!” and turns to pin Adrienne against the bed, then bears down to kiss her, regardless of where Adrienne’s mouth was a few minutes earlier.
A few hours later, Danielle wakes to put on her nightgown and looks back at Adrienne.
Adrienne is still asleep, but even in the dim light coming in from the window her cheekbones are picked out in high relief. Her one exposed arm is a thin streak of whiteness with a jutting elbow. She has shining, thick blonde hair, but it’s cut short, nearly following the shape of her head except gradually lengthening toward the front so she has a longer forelock to sweep back to one side when it’s properly, rather mannishly arranged (or to hang over her eyes when Danielle hit her against the television sets over a year ago).
Danielle goes into the bathroom and studies her own nude reflection. She is soft and full and folded, a high waist succeeded by a rounded belly and dimpled thighs. Her hair falls nearly over her breasts.
She slowly suspects that perhaps Adrienne is as jealous as she is infatuated, that perhaps that was why she had carried feelings for Danielle all along-
Adrienne Veidt, Queen of the New World Order, jealous of Danielle Dreiberg?
Impossible.
It doesn’t matter either way, anyway. Danielle pulls on her nightgown and lies down beside Adrienne, enfolding her in her arms and her love.
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OP here: These two are perfect, absolutely perfect, and so is this fic. Exactly what I wanted-- they're both mature women and it shows but really really affectionate. Also Adrienne's haaaair~
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There's just something very right about this. Are you a dyke, authoranon? I ask for science.
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