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Apr. 16th, 2011 07:02 pm
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Date: 2012-03-19 05:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

during Amber 31422, Walternate's experiments for putting her in the tank weren't about finding a way to cross over... he just liked to see her dripping wet in that little white gown...
and for inspiration:

Date: 2012-03-19 05:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter Bishop/Olivia Dunham

Somewhere in the middle of season four, blue!Olivia suddenly appeared un the amber!verse and took Peter back home. Reunion!sex. "I knew you wouldn't be fooled again."

Date: 2012-03-19 08:15 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
oh god he is so fucked. And not in the good way.

Date: 2012-03-19 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Fringe RPF, Seth/Josh, post-con blues

(Come on, we were all thinking it seeing this:

Date: 2012-03-21 07:12 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Blue!Olivia; fingering

Olivia asks to finger Peter. Peter's seen it all and he's game. The more "top" Olivia is and more "bottom" Peter is, the better.

Exploration of a Real 'Happy Ending'

Date: 2012-05-20 12:32 am (UTC)
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Peter collapsed onto the bed groaning in pain. His muscles ached and he could feel the blood throbbing in his face. Everything hurt.
He hissed as Olivia struggled to remove his t-shirt.
"Oh calm down." she replied. "I told you not to go chasing after that guy."
"Liv how was I supposed to know he'd be waiting around the corner with a Louisville Slugger in hand???"
she shook her head. "You could've died Peter. You're lucky you made it out with only a few bruises."
"A few bruises?!" He tried to sit up to give her a dirty look but the pain in his chest weighed heavy upon him forcing him back down. "I think the asshole broke a few bones! My entire body is on fire and I can't even move without it burning." He complained.
She rolled her eyes. "Stop being a baby and roll over."
He muttered and gritting his teeth, he rolled onto his stomach. Peter allowed Olivia to remove his jeans and his boxers. He closed his eyes, expecting to fall asleep and rest his aching body.
he hissed as he felt a wet heat upon shoulder blades.
"Hush..." Olivia whispered. "It's just warming body oil. It'll help work out the knots and make you feel better." She told him and bent to kiss his cheek.
"You're gonna give me a massage?" Peter asked with a small, groggy smirk.
She smiled in reply. "Yes. Now just close your eyes and relax." He did as he was told.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, deep into the muscle, and Peter let out a throaty groan of approval.
"Oh... Just a little bit lower... yes right there." He yielded to her touch, moaning incredibly loud as she reduced the painful knots in his back.
Olivia climbed onto the bed and perched at his side. Her fingers worked magic and he all but melted beneath them. His groans and sighs were comforting and made her smile that she could make him feel better. She pressed the heel of her palm right between his shoulder blades and heard a soft pop.
"Ohhhhh..." Peter gasped and she smiled wider.
"Are you feeling a little better?" She asked him lovingly, digging deeper into his back still.
Peter groaned again before he answered. "Yes... Ugh god yes... Remind me to get the shit beat out of me more often." he mumbled.
"Mmm... Maybe I'll just start having to treat you more often." She mused with a sly smile and continued moving south until her hands were cupping his thick glutes. Olivia squeezed them a bit, kneading them. She heard his breathing increase substantially and was intrigued. Her own arousal was getting to her. She felt achy and downright hungry to explore their current position.
Peter squirmed and gasped loudly as she delivered a pert hard smack on his ass. As the skin turned red, she grinned. Olivia paused to slick her hand up with more body oil before she pulled him apart. She was curious as she pressed two fingers to his tight asshole, massaging the skin. The oil on her fingers made it easy for her to push into him. He was tight, so incredibly tight, around her fingers and she gasped as his ass sucked her fingers deeper.
"Fucking shittttt." Peter hissed and bit down on his own hand to keep from crying out. Olivia twirled her fingers within him, shifting to press against his prostate. If he hadn't been laying on top of his hardened erection, he would have came instantly.

Peter turned off the light and leaned in to kiss his girlfriend. She pulled him tight against her, her fingers traveling down the length of his body.
"Can I..." She prompted.
"I kind of want to... to finger you again..." she murmured, embarrassed.
his eyes glazed over from just the memory of that night last week. "Do you have more of that body oil?" He asked quickly.
She smirked in delight and reached to pull open the bed side table as Peter rolled off of her. "Where do you want me?" he asked.
She was blushing at the eagerness they both shared. "Let's just try it on your side this time." she told him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Peter happily obliged and rolled to his side.
"One or two?" Olivia asked, dancing her fingers on his skin.
"I don't care babe just make it good like last time." he all but growled.
Olivia slicked her fingers thoroughly and massaged his hip a bit to activate the warming oil. Peter bit his lip as her hand moved between his cheeks and she pushed into him.
"Mmm..." He mumbled.
"You like this don't you?" She giggled and kissed his shoulder. "Feel good?"
He simply nodded, seeing as he was practically drooling as he lost himself in sensation. Peter wondered if this was what it was like for Olivia when he was inside of her. He had to admit, she had it good if she was receiving even half of what he felt right now He started cataloging the dance of her fingers, storing their movements for later use when he could turn it back around on her.
Peter hissed as she abruptly added another finger into him, his hips rocking backward into her hand.
 "Too much?" She asked softly, concern ladening her voice.
"No." He croaked. Peters hand closed around his cock and squeezed himself, not so much for the sake of pleasure, but rather to distract himself from the momentary discomfort. Olivia's lips were making a quick meal of his shoulder as she bit and nipped at his skin with her own delight. He was fascinated to know that he wasn't the only one getting off on this.
"Oh god." He grunted as Olivia's free hand slapped his flank briskly.
Olivia snickered and abruptly scooped her fingers against his prostate. Peter's hips bucked forward and he gasped as he came thickly in his own hand. She pulled out, leaving him feeling hollow almost, open. It felt fucking amazing to be quite honest. Trembling still, he reached for the tissues on the night stand to clean himself off. Olivia grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Give it here." She breathed.
He gave her an odd look before offering her his hand, expecting her to wipe him clean with her shirt. Not her face. But Olivia bent to suck every bit of his semen from his fingers.

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Date: 2012-03-21 07:14 am (UTC)
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Brown Betty!Olivia/Esther; red lipstick; "That's just the kind of girl you are"

Olivia ravishes and dumps Esther and Esther just keeps coming back for more.

Date: 2012-03-21 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Cant be the only one -- Peter & Olivia - Making a baby sex. can be sweet or rough or both. probably set in the future?

Date: 2012-03-21 04:46 pm (UTC)
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Peter and Olivia; watching while the other one masturbates (not secretly watching, they're in bed together)

Date: 2012-03-21 05:48 pm (UTC)
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Yes please.

Peter's the prize

Date: 2012-03-21 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Both Lincoln and Olivia want Peter. It becomes a competition between them to see who gets him first.

(Craving a reversal on the two-men-chasing-one-woman trope, and everyone knows it's Peter who is the mad scientist's beautiful daughter on this show.)

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Date: 2012-03-21 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I...think I love you. <3

(Before you ask, yeah, I'm one of the five people actually writing fills for this 'meme, but my plate is super-full, sigh...)

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Date: 2012-03-21 05:47 pm (UTC)
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Amber!Olivia/Peter; virginity play. Amber!Olivia is the virgin.

Date: 2012-03-21 05:49 pm (UTC)
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I meant Red!Olivia.

Date: 2012-03-22 01:25 am (UTC)
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Blue!Olivia/Peter; kink; peters happy trail

Date: 2012-03-24 06:50 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia/Lincoln, post-A Short Story About Love

Peter and Olivia get their (fairy tale, spinning-slowly-in-an-embrace) happy ending. Now it's Lincoln's turn! Initially sort of awkward, functional threesome. Porn or otherwise -- I just want to see Lincoln made happy by people who care about him!
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[small spoilers for Nothing Is As It Seems]

He doesn't want to, but he needs to. "Olivia," he says, softly. "About Lincoln."

She looks up, and there's a flash of guilt on her face that's most people wouldn't catch. He loves her for everything she is, but most of all for how she cares. Olivia exhales, says evenly, "Yes?"

"He's not doing well."

"He's doing well in Fringe Division." But he can see her heart isn't in it. Lincoln Lee is in love with her and has been for a while. Peter feels guilty, although he knows his own nudges weren't necessary. Lincoln and Olivia fit well together, everywhere. Olivia glances down at her chipped mug cup of coffee, the newspaper spread out in an oddly un-Dunhamish chaos across the breakfast table in front of her. "Okay, so. Lincoln has feelings for me. What are we going to do about it?"

"I don't know, but we need to do something." Peter thinks about Lincoln, his expressive face and unwavering loyalty. He is a good guy, but that's not all there is because Peter thinks about him in that tank-top too. It's Peter's turn to level his breathing.

Olivia glances at him, and the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth is half-serious, half-sweet. "I know. We will."

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Date: 2012-03-25 12:00 am (UTC)
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Peter/Olivia; hot and heavy reuniting sex. Based on A Short Story About Love.

Date: 2012-03-25 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
If someone else doesn't write this, I may give it a go :) Love the prompt!

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Date: 2012-03-25 07:10 am (UTC)
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Olivia/Nina Amber!Verse. Mommy's little girl

Date: 2012-03-25 07:18 am (UTC)
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Not Alt!Nina in disguise. Actual Nina ;)

Archive Warnings: underage/noncon

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Date: 2012-03-26 03:36 am (UTC)
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Peter/Olivia, voyeur!Lincoln.

Peter and Olivia have a private moment in the lab when they think everyone else is out on a case. Lincoln accidentally walks in on them, unseen. He knows he *shouldn't* watch...but does anyway. Bonus points for the shame of watching turning him on even more.

Peter/Lincoln, peacoat(s)

Date: 2012-03-30 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
From the mouth of Josh Jackson, re Pelcon:

"Well, you never know! New universe, it's cold in the winter, shit happens, I'm just sayin'. Maybe they put [Lincoln] in a peacoat, and he looks good in a peacoat too!"

That's practically sanction to fic. Have at it.

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Date: 2012-04-03 10:44 pm (UTC)
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Sanction? It's an invitation! :-D

Nonnies, if any one of you writes this, I'll write you a piece in turn!

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Vermont. Rug. Have at it.

bonus if there's sexy times in the snow before/after.

Date: 2012-03-31 09:01 pm (UTC)
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Need it. Need it asap. Omg. Someone please!

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Peter/Olivia, post 4.16.

Celebratory sex for Broyles letting Olivia keep her job.

Date: 2012-04-01 01:53 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia; phone sex, dirty talk. Takes place during 4x16.

Olivia is at home while Peter is out with Lincoln on the case. Olivia misses Peter and calls him to see if he has a minute to talk. Phone sex ensues.

Date: 2012-04-01 03:05 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh and obviously this is before she joins them both on the case :)

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Date: 2012-04-01 02:15 am (UTC)
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Joshua Jackson/Anna Torv sneaking around/fuck buddies

with either: roughness, bukkake, dirty talk, anal, double penetration with toys, or hair play.

Bonus Points for all of the above

You enjoy that.

Date: 2012-04-02 01:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"Fuck Joshua drive it in. Harder." She growls, her legs tossed over his shoulders as he rams into her. Anna's gorgeous, pert breasts bob and rock with her every move.
He wants to take his time with her. Enjoy fucking her senseless. "Anna," he grunts. "Keep talking... Keep- going..."
She smirks, loving him for saying that. "Then go Joshua. Make me want it. Make it hurt..."
The truth was it already hurt. A bone-deep ache that shook her everywhere and made her crave more, endlessly. Joshua grabs her hips and yanks her closer, growling. Anna laughs condescendingly and rubs at her breasts. "Look at me pretty boy... Look at me."
He does and he nearly can't take it. That wicked smile plastered on her face, he can't decide if he'd rather slap it off or suck it off. "Fuck." He mutters still pounding into her.
"Why yes that is what this is." She laughs again. "A fuck. A good hard looonnnngggg fuck." Her teeth pop her bottom lip out as she annunciates the word.
"Stupid whore." he growls and pulls out of her.
"Oh but Joshua... you like me as your fuck toy don't you?" She mews, sweetly.
He drops her legs and leans over her, grabbing her chin roughly in his hand. "Doesn't make you any less of a whore." he hisses and she jerks forward to attack his mouth, their teeth clashing against each other.
"Mm you want a whore? I can give you a whore."
"Yea?" He grins maliciously. "Then get on your hands and knees." He orders, testing her resolve. She doesn't back down but instead looks excited.
"Mmmm... Whatcha gonna do sweetheart?"
"fuck you like bitch you are." she rolls onto her stomach and he yanks her to her knees. He pulls her apart with one hand as the other grabs a fistful of her hair. He presses her face to the bed as he slicks his fingers with her arousal before pushing four fingers tightly into her ass. Anna screams. It hurts god it hurts but it's a good hurt. He stops and rips them out of her.
She whimpers slightly. "Open your bedside table." He orders. Anna props herself up on her elbows and does as she's told.
"Fork it over." he growls.
"Fork what over?"
"The giant dildo you fuck yourself with at night. I know you have one. How thick is it Anna my love? What color? Black? Neon pink? Tell me baby does it feel good?"
Anna licks her lips and sure enough she pulls out a thick, tan vibrator from the drawer.
"You wanna try it?"
She smiles innocently. "Why not Joshua? Scared it'll hurt?"
"Fuck you." He spats.
Anna licks her lips hungrily. "Mm you've done that already... Isn't it your turn?"
Joshua hisses and snatches it out of her hands, fuck the thing was heavy. He flicks the switch at the base of the thing to the highest setting and without hesitation, he plunges it into her, making her buck and yell. "Hold it." he growls. "Keep it in."
Her eyes are watering. It's too much... Joshua then shoves his own length into her. The pressure of him and the toy combined send her over the edge, she shakes and nearly blacks out from the intense sensations. Anna struggles to breathe as he leans down to growl in her ear, "double stuffed ya bitch."
She doesn't have the strength to reply and instead she just whimpers, her body on fire, tingling in electricity.
He pulls the toy from her slick heat, and wipes her wetness across her back, painting her name in her own arousal as he thrusts into her still. When he finishes, he bends to lick her back off. He feels himself growing close and pulls out of her to jerk himself off the rest of the way.
"Tissues..." he rasps.
"No." Anna growls in reply.
He trembles, quaking, trying to hold it in. "I need... I'm going to..."
"Go ahead. lay it on me Joshua." she mews, glancing back to shoot him a grin.
That's all it took. With loud feral groan he releases himself, all over her upper back, dousing her thickly in all his glory.
"Oh my..." Anna giggles, "Excited were we?" She teases. She loved the feel of his hot and thick seed covering her skin. She kept a rule that he wasn't allowed to let go onto her, she lied and said it disgusted her. She did this for her own arousal, enjoying the guilt upon his face when he broke her 'rule'. It opened the door for punishment but also provided an exit from their play. Tonight however, Anna rode the wave of ecstasy it gave her.
"Rub it in," she orders gruffly to him.
"Anna..." he whines, expecting a punishment to end his play. "I-"
She wigged her ass, bumping against him. "Rub it in Joshua. Dont make me tell you again." she threatens.
Incredibly aroused just by this situation, he bends to burry his hands in her skin and his come. Thinking of a better solution, he scrapes some into his hand and then gathers her hair like a pony tail. He smears his bounty into her blonde hair and Anna giggles, excited by his play.
"You enjoy that." He growls in her ear before shoving her ass away and collapsing onto the bed. His own hair is damp with sweat and plastered against his forehead.
"We've gotta stop doing this shit." he breathes as she snuggles close against his chest.
"Why stop?"
Joshua laughs and puts an arm around her to pull her closer. Her fingers stroke down his chest lovingly.
"Because sneaking around like this is fucking exhausting."

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alt!Olivia/alt!Frank; playing doctor

Date: 2012-04-04 02:56 pm (UTC)
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Peter/Olivia; piano sex. Creative control up to writer.

Nick Lane/Lincoln Lee

Date: 2012-04-05 05:42 am (UTC)
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M - College Era. First Time

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Date: 2012-04-05 12:47 pm (UTC)
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Okay, so desperate to read this it's MY turn to offer bribery. Write this, my darlings, and I'll do my best to fill another prompt.

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Blue!Lincoln, rimming. The first time someone puts his or her tongue in his ass and it's amaaaaazing.

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Hngh, please. Someone write this. Please.

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Date: 2012-04-07 06:26 am (UTC)
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Joshua Jackson/Anna Torv Calling each other Peter and Olivia in bed

I am fascinated by these Josh x Anna rpfs. That Filming Welcome To Westfield fic and the Sneaking around/F*** Buddies fic were too die for... so please keep them coming! :*

Date: 2012-04-07 06:41 am (UTC)
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Blue!Lincoln/Red!Olivia; hurt/comfort.

Post 4x17 'Everything in Its Right Place.' Like seriously. The hurtiest comfortiest hurt/comfort there is. They need it.

the Lincoln that was not hers

Date: 2012-04-07 10:50 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"Please. Don't leave me alone..." Liv whimpered, trying to swallow her tears and force a smile into her force. She was failing miserably at it however.
Lincoln had driven the red head home, knowing where she lived was the same on this side as it was on his side.
He kept glancing in the rear view mirror to watch her in the back seat. She was leaved forward, head bent over her knees, her red hair falling in a veil to hide her face. His alternate was right, this Olivia- like the other- was strong and stubborn, trying to burry her emotions.
Lincoln wanted to tell her he was sorry. But didn't know how that would help.
Now he stood on her doorstep chewing his lip and she pleaded with him to stay. Her eyes were red and swollen.
"Please..." She whispered again.
He thought for a second and realized she needed someone to make sure she would be alright. He hated that it had to be him, the man with the same face of the partner she had just lost.
Lincoln sat on her couch uneasily and waited for her to plop down in the arm chair, like the other Olivia would. Instead, Liv sat at his side. Taking his hand in hers, she squeezed meaningfully.
"Olivia... I'm sorry."
She nodded. "Me too... I don't know if I can do this without him. And without Charlie..."
Lincoln didn't ask about the other man she mentioned. "Hey... You're gonna fine..." He whispered.
Liv turned to look at him. "What did you say to me?"
He stared back in shock and confusion. Sniffling, Olivia smiled. "I used to tell him that all the time... On our first case he had freaked out..." She laughed lightly. "The look on his face was adorable though..."
She dreamily laid her head in Lincoln's lap. He wasn't hers, but he felt like hers. "Please tell me you wont leave until I'm asleep..."
He shook his head. "I won't leave you, Olivia."
"Please... Call me Liv..." she smiled softly. "...He used to call me Red... You can too... If you want."
Lincoln nodded. She took his hand in hers again and brought it to her lips to kiss.
Sitting up once more, she stared at him with such intensity it rocked him to the core.
"I shouldn't be here... I'm not him." Lincoln hurried, all flustered and began to stand up.
She stopped him by grabbing his arm and pulling him back to sit on the couch. "You promised me you'd stay." Without warning, Liv leaned and pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss.
"I'm sorry Linc. I'm so sorry..." She whimpered as she clutched tight to his chest. She wasn't speaking to him, he knew this. He was merely a vessel for her to release her feelings for her Lincoln. Her partner.
"I love you. I always have. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry that I never told you how much you mean to me. I'm sorry I wasn't there..." The tears were flowing by now, heavy and thick they flowed from her eyes and down her cheeks.
Trembling, the Lincoln that was not hers, brushed them away. She caught his hand and turned her face into his palm, kissing gently.
"I need you... I need you to forgive me..."

**If someone wants to finish this off with some smut, please please do.**

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