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This is a kinkmeme. You may just be familiar with the concept.

If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.

RULES

1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?



2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).

3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.

4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.

5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?

6. Go for it!

REMINDERS

7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?

8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here's [personal profile] eliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.

9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).

Date: 2012-02-03 03:51 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
It's a kink-meme, how about some actual kink? bdsm - pairing of your choice, hard core, dark fic, non-con - slip off into another universe if you need to, to make it work. Like Walter said, there's more than one world

Nameless - bdsm - eventually

Date: 2012-02-03 05:58 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
It’s the jackboots that she sees first. They’re frayed, scuffed at the edges, so well worn there’s no hope of ever seeing a reflection of one’s face.

Once military always military, Olivia supposes, because it catches her attention when her vision’s still woozy from the drugs.

His face is sharp with deprivation. Like his boots, there’s a thin layer of dust on his clothing, staining his hands, smudging his cheek. His her own age, Olivia notes, or maybe a year or two to either side of it. “Who are you?” she rasps.

He coughs once, a rattle in his lungs like a sleeping serpent. “You were dosed with cortexiphan when you were a child.”

She’s never heard of it.

Olivia turns her head. Her limbs have been tied down, stretched like a starfish. The table beneath her is industrial, cold metal. There’s a groove running the perimeter for draining purposes. A cadaver’s rack, she thinks grimly, and stretches her neck a fraction further. The room has the stale taste of recycled air. There are no windows, a solitary door to her left. The cement of the four walls is cracked, discoloured as if sand-blasted. She listens.

“What’s cortexiphan?” Olivia refuses to react to her own nakedness; her voice remains polite with inquiry. He smiles. It’s wrong – pleasant - it makes him appear handsome. His eyes are blue, swimming toward green; she can’t tell in the dim light. He rocks forward on his heels as if abashed. She catches a glimpse of dulled dog-tags and feels her eyes harden, her muscles gather and release. “Do you work for Sanford Harris? He liked tying up privates, too.”

“Sweet, tree,” he sing-songs. “The Bell rung so hard it knocked all the olives off. He preferred fear but there are other methods, too.”

“You need to listen. My name is Olivia Dunham, Special Investigator with the Military police…”

“You were dosed when you were a child and you’ve forgotten all about it,” he interrupts, and there’s something in his stance that screams military, or para. “That hardly seems fair.”

He doesn’t look handsome any more; he looks mad, fresh out of the insane asylum. He turns a half pace and Olivia sees the gun tucked into the back of his low-slung pants. Her fingers flex in their restraints. “What’s your name?” She tries, she never had SERE training, distract, her instincts say, because she can feel something building, pressing behind her eyelids like a vibration.

“Peter,” he says. “Or maybe it’s Lincoln. There’s a Nick and a John somewhere too, but they all get messed up in my head.” He runs his tongue over his lips, knuckles one eye as if half asleep, or as if contact lenses are irritating him. “John Scott.”

Olivia goes cold, she’s never heard of the other men but that one she knows. “You’re not John.”

The room shudders, heaves. Dust drops like a curtain.

Olivia freezes, heart tripping in her mouth. She spent three months in Japan, she’s familiar with how the earth rolls; how it stirs beneath in the dark, like a lumbering beast. She spent three months in Afghanistan, and she knows the whine and rattle of a surgical strike as it tears down buildings and flattens cities.

He grins at her cheekily, and he’s young again, sane, even as he’s stripping the glock from his pants, aiming it low as he checks the firing chamber. His movement are economised and sharp.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore, sweetheart.”

The door closes behind him, the room’s plunged into pitch-black.

Olivia breathes. The dust alights on her bared skin like crawling insects. The ventilation system kicks in with a groan. Air-conditioned, she realises. Shortly it will be too cold for comfort on her metal tray. It’s a beginning, although Olivia has no clue what they want, where she is, or how she went from John’s bed to a war-zone. He didn’t question her, she rationalises, and he’s not after information, he was rangy, dishevelled as a wolf.

She shivers as the hours pass, as her muscles lock down first with the cold then begin to shake. Olivia tells herself to remain calm, analytical, to bid her time until the scales change. She listens to the sound of distant warfare and wonders where the hell she is.

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Date: 2012-02-09 10:44 pm (UTC)
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blue!Olivia/Peter, Peter fucking her while she's wearing only his peacoat

Date: 2012-02-21 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
...I for one am down with this. Or up against the wall. As the case may be. <3

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Date: 2012-02-24 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia /or& Sarah Connor, kevlar

Date: 2012-02-25 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Okay, I so fully approve of this prompt. *stare*

PETER/OLIVIA

Date: 2012-02-26 03:56 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia, up against a wall.

Date: 2012-02-26 12:03 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia; dreaming about Peter; vibrator

Walter/AltLivia

Date: 2012-02-28 05:23 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
AltLivia seduced Walter in the new timeline instead of Peter, that's why he calls her Mata Hari.

Peter/Olivia/AltLivia

Date: 2012-02-28 05:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Turns out AltLivia does like the bad boys sometimes, but only when they're around nice girls.

Re: Peter/Olivia/AltLivia

Date: 2012-02-29 03:13 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Want. ilu

Date: 2012-02-29 03:12 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Anna Torv/Joshua Jackson...

For the love of gawd make my life complete, SOMEONE! please? PLEASE.

Coworkers at a glance. Something more at heart.

Date: 2012-02-29 04:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Josh pulled away and looked into her eyes. He crashed his lips against hers and Anna melted in his arms. He deepened the kiss and her lips parted against his. They were locked together for what seemed like sweet eternity. "Cut!"
Anna ignored the intruding voice in her piece of heaven. She tugged at tufts of Josh's hair and he smiled against her lips.
"Alright you too! Cut! We're done for today."
Josh pulled away with a silly grin. "Hi."
Anna bit her lip and patted his chest. "Good work." She laughed and pulled herself out of his arms.
"Hey so great stuff today, huh?" Josh asked her as they walked off set.
"I suppose." Anna laughed. "But you didn't have to memorize two different scripts each week and continuously switch between two different personalities..." She teased and shoved his shoulder playfully.
He gave her a fake wounded expression. "Oh! What is this nonsense we have here?!" He laughed. "Anna can't handle the challenge of playing the two Olivias! Hmm... Looks like we might get canceled after all!"
"Oh shut up! You have it good. There's only one version of your character." She told him with a smile as they got their coffee.
"I have to admit it gets a little nauseating kissing so many different versions of you."
"What? There are only two versions! And oh so I'm nauseating now?" Anna turned to him as he took a drink. "Because I'm pretty sure during that last scene you were pretty into it there, Josh."
He coughed mid-drink and choked for a second. "Uh it's called acting! Duh." he defended, slight color coming to his cheeks. "It's that thing we do everyday."
She laughed. "Right. Okay which is why you kept going with that kiss for a few minutes even though we cut scene. Oh and not to mention the strange little tongue thing you were trying to sneak in there."
"You're imagining that last part. And the only reason we kept going is because usually you pull away first. But it didn't happen. Actually I'm pretty sure you were in control. You were the one leading it so yea." He laughed awkwardly. "Although telling the truth kissing you couldn't be farther from nauseating. It's nice." He grinned and winked. Josh laughed and put a hand on Anna's arm distractedly. "Hey I have to go talk to John about something. I'll see you later." He said and walked away.
She watched him go, her heart breaking, and she could feel her face flush. For awhile now she'd been having these awkward feelings in her stomach every time he was close. It was getting worse with every kiss they had on screen. It was wrong to think of Joshua in that way... But she had to admit that he was her best friend. They had so much fun together on set and he could always make her laugh. He was a complete dork like she was and needless to say, they just worked well together. And... She was falling in love with him...

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Date: 2012-02-29 04:44 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
preferably Peter/Olivia but any pairing will do

Someone walks in to find the two going at it in a vigorous fashion.

Date: 2012-02-29 06:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
hahhhhhh... Ella walks in on Peter and her Aunt Liv. :D

Joshua Jackson/Anna Torv

Date: 2012-02-29 05:48 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Filming THAT scene from 4.12 "Welcome to Westfield"

(Come on, I know that you have thought of it!)

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Date: 2012-02-29 06:19 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
*drooling profusely* Torvson. Let's make it happen.

"don't hold back"

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Date: 2012-03-01 03:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Excuse me while I read this over and over....

Date: 2012-03-04 04:45 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Wait what's the prompt here?

Date: 2012-03-04 04:43 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Blue Olivia. Bondage.

Date: 2012-03-04 04:45 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Walter hearing Peter and Olivia down the hall. She's a screamer.

She was a screamer, simply put.

Date: 2012-03-06 04:39 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Walter laid awake late into the night, listening to the sound of his son and future daughter-in-law making love down the hall from his bedroom. He loved Peter and Olivia and was glad that they were happy but did they have to be so loud? Agent Dunham's moans made him shiver as they grew in volume and passion. She was a screamer, simply put. he hated himself for actually liking her noises. It was a terrible reality though when Peter could be heard laughing or growling with her. Or just saying her name.
Walter rolled on his side and buried his head under his pillow, trying to drown out the sounds. He tried singing to himself but it did nothing for him when Olivia shrieked like she did.
His only relief was that his son lived at the end of the hall and not next to his bedroom. He would literally go mad.
"BISHOP!!!" He heard her howl.
He grew sick of the noises and swung out of bed. Slipping into his bunny slippers, he crept down the hall with his pillow and blanket in hand. He would sleep on the couch tonight for sanity's sake. He laughed at the thought. Sanity.
Walter heard the floor boards creak beneath his feet and apparently so did the young couple, for she had grown quiet.
"Sh shh! Did you hear that?" Olivia whispered as Walter shuffled past his son's bedroom.
"What?"
"I think Walter's awake..."
Peter snorted. "So what."
"I don't want him to hear us..."
"Livia trust me with the way you scream he's guaranteed to know exactly what's going on..." he teased.
Olivia giggled, a beautiful tinkling sound. Walter could see the scene in his head Olivia lying beneath his son, naked, beaming, her pert breasts quivering as she laughed. Or perhaps his son had her on her hands and knees. The soft flawless expansion of her back gleaming. A beautiful canvas that ached to be decorated with a tongue and bite marks.
Walter frowned and headed down stairs to seek refuge on the couch. He settled in comfortably and closed his eyes. Things were quiet for five minutes... Before, "Oh— Shit! PEEEETTTTEEERR!"

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Date: 2012-03-04 05:08 am (UTC)
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Peter/ Blue!Olivia/ Red!Olivia Peter doesn't know Red!Olivia would be joining them.

The Games Fringe Division Whores Play part 1/2

Date: 2012-03-04 05:10 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The room is cloaked in near darkness, the only light is the soft glow from the kitchen light that has wrapped around into Olivia's living room and into the bedroom. They are tangled in the sheets as Peter continues ravishing her entire body. Kissing her every surface, probing his fingers and tongue into every crevice. Soon she's pulling at his hair, yanking him upward to join her in a war of tongues. She tastes her self on his lips and smiles.

The FBI agent flips them over and pins him down with her thighs, holding him there. In the dim glow he still catches a flash of fervor in her eyes. Olivia reaches to fish the scarf from the bedside table and Peter knows the drill; is thoroughly delighted by her play as she ties it over his eyes. And soon he is submersed completely in darkness. He feels Olivia's soft kisses grow hungrier and more fervent at his neck. He is dying to reach up to touch her, to tangle his fingers in her luscious hair, but he knows better. This is Olivia's game. They play by her rules. He isn't allowed to touch, Is bound to just lay there, lest he wants to be cuffed achingly to the bed once more.

So he lies there as she devours his chest and abdomen. Peter trembles, his primal urge to just return her caresses is overwhelming. He claws at the sheets for traction. She growls slightly and her teeth sink into his lower lip. A warning.

She turns her self from him, shifting her weight until he feels her hot core is against his chest. He knows her ass is inches from his chin and he has to bite his own lip to keep from lurching forward and pulling her to his mouth. He, too, wants desperately to speak, to make any utterance of passion or just simply mumble her name... Anything... But no. This too was a silent game. Any thing louder than a deep breath or pant, and he would be punished. Presently he isn't warmed up to the idea of having each of his limbs bound tightly to the bed. It wasn't something he found particularly erotic. Especially when she made it hurt, and not the good kind of pain they'd often indulged in on other occasions.

Peter thrusts his hips upwards in surprise as Olivia wraps her mouth around him, eagerly gripping his thick thighs in her hands as she devours his entire length. She pulls him out of her warm, delicious mouth and he nearly whimpers from the loss. Her tongue flicks across his tip and twirls in a fanciful motion. His toes stretch and curl as she wraps her lips around his head and abruptly sucks.

Peter bites his lip hard, nearly drawing blood, struggling to repress his noises. Without even realizing or feeling it build, he comes forcefully into her mouth. A mumble of happiness before she draws him out. Soon he can feel hot syrupy liquid dripping onto his tip and all around his groin. She was dribbling her bounty out of her mouth, decorating his body in his seed. Peter shivers violently. She leaves her perch on his lap and he feels her shift to sit on the bed before she puts him back into her mouth. Olivia bites slightly, testing his resolve. It hurts. Shit it hurts so good. His eyes water beneath the blindfold.

"Ung- 'Livia!' he gasps. That was it. He had lost. She rips him out of her mouth and briskly slaps him across the face; something he usually finds pleasure in. This time it means something else. He simply lies there defeated as she begins to bind him the the bed posts. His wrists go into her handcuffs and she binds his feet with more tokens from her collection of scarves. When she is finished the room is silent for a long while and he wonders what she plans to do next. Peter flexes his toes and opens and closes his hands.

Soft swollen lips press to his right palm and he relaxes. This would be a less violent encounter, he concludes. She hasn't begun hitting hit, beating him. He lets his guard down and relaxes, excited for what to come.

Her tongue flicks across his palm and between his fingers. Peter feels her take him in her hands again. Her rhythm is different this time, a surprise for her. He squirms as she continues to tug on him and uses her other hand to trace patterns upon his chest. Her mouth returns to his and she engages him in a war of tongues. The sensory overload is unbearable, he can't move, there were too many things going on at once. He feels warm wet heat enclose his cock. He is in her now. Completely. It takes him a while to focus upon a single thing and he realizes it's not between her legs but instead between her lips where he is being pumped in and out of. He focuses hard on sensations, trying to count the points of contact. Trying to make sense of things. One... Two... Three hands... Two pairs of lips.

Peter freezes, feeling a chilling cold shoot through his body. "Olivia." He called. She doesn't reply and instead she leaves him, withdrawing her tongue and hands. "Dammit what's going on?" he growls, tugging at his restraints. Fighting. "Olivia!" He shouts.

He feels the blind fold come undone, fingers grazing his cheek. "What the fuck?!" he stares into the face of Olivia. The other Olivia. Her hair dark, bangs cut straight across her forehead. "You fucking whore, what have you done with my Olivia?!" He hisses. "ANSWER ME!"

The red head smiles gleefully. Her blonde twin appears behind her and rests her chin on the other's shoulder. "Ooch, he's mad Livvy, isn't he?" She giggles.

The red head laughs, a lovely provocative timbre identical to the blonde's.

Peter frowns, a facade of fury and confusion. His wife continues to stare at him hungrily as she turns to whisper into her alternate's ear.

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Date: 2012-03-06 01:06 am (UTC)
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Anna Torv/ Joel Wyman; she shouldn't be attracted to her boss, who is a married man

Date: 2012-03-06 01:17 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Guys can I just say I fucking love these Anna stories? So bring it allllllllllllll

Date: 2012-03-06 01:56 am (UTC)
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Peter/Olivia; what if their phone hadn't rung in '6:02AM EST'?

Date: 2012-03-06 01:58 am (UTC)
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Peter/Olivia; Olivia as a dominatrix

Date: 2012-03-06 03:36 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
You mean a dunhamnatrix XD *cackles*

The Dunham-natrixx

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Date: 2012-03-06 02:00 am (UTC)
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Peter/Olivia; Peter has a thing for women in stilletto heels.

Date: 2012-03-06 03:44 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Blue Livia. She's a little sex monkey. Weird fetishes.

Date: 2012-03-06 04:03 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia was generally a fair, respectable woman. Easy going but temperamental when needed be. She was thoughtful and cautious as well.
But once that bedroom door closed she was different. Giggly and expressive. hungry and determined. So unafraid. Needless to say Peter had never met a woman quite like her. She took him by surprise every day, coming up with odd routines or begging for him to participate in her games.

She kept a black marker on her night stand. She liked to slide all over Peter's naked body and draw on him, scribbling dirty words and messages directly onto his skin. One night when Peter had fallen asleep, she took her marker and scribbled 'Dunham's Fuck Toy' across his forehead in all capitals. The next day Peter had spent three hours trying to scrub it off while Olivia laid bare on the bed giggling to herself.


The bed was never enough for Olivia either. There wasn't an ounce of furniture in her apartment she hadn't bent over or sat on or been shoved up against as Peter sank himself within her. Her peals of laughter and her kitteny moans and gasps driving him on, driving him further, deeper into her still.
Olivia had this odd fetish of having sex in the most awkward places and awkward moments. Peter would be sitting eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table when she'd come sauntering in and knock it out of his hands, not giving the slightest fuck as it spilled all over the floor. She'd grab him with a growl and shove his head between her breasts. And Peter was gone. 30 seconds later she was laid out on the table as he rammed himself into her.



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KT Tunstall lyric

Date: 2012-03-07 08:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia
"When I turn out the light, you're out sight, although I know that I'm not alone"

Date: 2012-03-07 09:46 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia/Altlivia Kink Intro:

It was dark. Their torches did little to illuminate the tunnel they’d followed their suspect into. The man was responsible for infecting over 100 people with some unknown toxin. They hadn’t been able to defend against the attacks, as the toxin in every attack was slightly altered. Something that had frustrated Walter greatly. He fell into himself a little more with each attack. It reminded Peter of Walter on the first nights out of Saint Claires. Staring at equations, humming a haunting tune. The ever-evolving toxin also meant that the effects varied. The first attack had caused everyone to scratch at their skin as if there were something crawling under their flesh. The second caused a complete loss of impulse control and a heavy tendency towards violent outbursts. The effects may have differed, but they always proved catastrophic for the ones infected.

The hand on his shoulder caused him to jump. It took a moment for Peter to see Olivia’s eyes in the darkness. She wanted to split up, she hadn’t said it yet, but he knew. He knew like he knew Olivia was taking this case personally. The last attack had killed 4 children. Olivia always had a soft spot for children. Peter wondered if the Other Olivia shared this or if the protective nature was bourne from looking out for the other children in the Cortexiphan trials. Peter sighed and nodded in response to Olivia’s instructions. It was amazing the importance of tone. The way she asked him to split up was said hesitantly, uncertainly, basically, without trust.

Trust, he’d taken it for granted. The suspicious glare Walter gave him every time Peter brought him coffee or sweets; the perplexed look Olivia spared him whenever he acted more than a stranger. At times working with Olivia felt so familiar. In some ways she was so similar. Her insights, the things that made her smile, the way she furrowed her brow, the way she ran her hands through her hair. For brief moments he could delude himself into believing he was home, but then he’d make eye contact, and the unfamiliarity in her gaze would shatter his illusion.

Peter aimed his torch to the right, and jumped as Liv appeared a few feet in front of him. Her eyes appraised him in the dark, her auburn hair glinting against the light of the torch. Recent events had led to a joint effort by both universes. The Olivia Dunham from the other universe had been brought into the fold.

It was strange, looking at her with the familiarity of a lover and the baggage of betrayal while she looked on him as an amusing oddity. She acted like she found his knowledge of them and their world to be like an amusing parlor trick. He knew better. He’d drowned the betrayal in a bottle of whiskey, and he’d replayed every moment, broken down every deception. He could see it on her face now. The way her lip twitched as she joked, she was uncomfortable. His knowledge made her uncomfortable. This was something the two Dunhams had in common.
Liv smiled at his surprise,

“That way pretty boy.” Peter looked to the left and found a third tunnel. The tunnels ran for miles under the city. There wasn’t a better place for their suspect to run. The next few minutes were uneventful. The air was stale, and the torch only allowed him to see a few feet ahead. The air smelled of rust, and grapefruit of all things. He stopped dead in his tracks. No. It couldn’t be. He took off in a run, “Olivia! Liv! We have got to get out of here!”

Olivia appeared in the light moments before Peter crashed into them, sending them both to the ground.

“Peter!” Her voice was loud in his ear. Her body was draped over his in a manner his body new well, and it responded to it. He knew Olivia felt his body tense and ready beneath her, but she did not remark on it, instead she bolted back to her feet,
“Are you mad? Why are you running around screaming!?” Peter’s hands were waving in front of him, he stumbled over his words a moment before he found himself,
“We have got to get out of here now. We’ve been infected.” Olivia’s gaze narrowed as she took in his face under her torch’s glare,

“Are you certain of this?” Peter nodded, his Olivia would not have asked,

“Dead certain.” He winced slightly at his choice of words, but Olivia didn’t comment,

“Go find Liv. I’ve got to make a call. We need to be quarantined.”

Date: 2012-03-07 10:03 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
color me fascinated -- great beginning!

may i suggest reposting it in the right spot, though? it's loose in the meme...

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Date: 2012-03-08 05:01 am (UTC)
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Either Walter or Ella accidentally stumbles upon Peter and Olivia's "toy collection"

Date: 2012-03-13 07:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Joshua Jackson/Anna Torv/Seth Gabel

Season 4 Finale party (more exactly, after-party).

Date: 2012-03-13 08:14 am (UTC)
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Date: 2012-03-15 05:11 am (UTC)
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Anna Torv
ANYTHING MAKE IT RAW AND DIRTY. OBLITERATE MY OVARIES I DARE YOU. BY HERSELF. OR WITH JOSHUA. OR WITH JASIKA. WHATEVER SHE CAN FUCK BLAIR BROWN FOR ALL I CARE. JUST MAKE IT GOOD. All these Anna fics stop just before the delicious part... Give me what comes next. I NEED THIS. :*

Date: 2012-03-15 10:19 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/AltOlivia; puppy play

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