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Apr. 16th, 2011 07:02 pm
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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.


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!


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: 2011-04-28 02:16 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I don't know if that's *exactly* what you wanted, but I had so much fun writing! Anyway, there is another authority figure on its way, just hang tight! :)

Olivia had this night ritual of brushing her hair on bed for what felt like hours, before going to sleep. That night she was oblivious to him watching her while he pretended to read the newspaper, actually; not that she would mind if he watched her but there was a beauty in her unawareness as she ran down the hairbrush on her long golden strands and the appreciation on her face, deep concentration in her closed eyes. She was doing it not to untangle her hair anymore but because it soothed her, Peter noticed with a tiny smile. Olivia sat carefree, dressed in only panties and one of his shirts simply because he asked her to wear it, freshly showered and smelling like a spring morning. She looked at him when she caught his stare, smiling coyly.


“Nothing, I’m just watching you. Wish I was that hairbrush you hold so possessively…”

Her smile got broader, as she divided her hair in two and braided it, pushing the hairbrush aside, not breaking the stare.

That smile. It could light up a room when she smiled. Peter loved that he was the one to bring it to her face; it made her look so much younger, especially when her hair was down and she was half-naked on his bed. She turned to him again when she was done, both braids hanging over her shoulders.

“You look like a little girl,” he said, chuckling.

Olivia laughed herself, walking towards him, barefoot, resting against the arm of the armchair he was sitting on. Peter immediately put the paper aside, holding her.

“Well… I’m your little girl, then.”

It was one of those moments that would make people around them feel sick, for they were gazing lovingly at each other, his arm wrapped around her waist and hers around his shoulders as she fondly caressed his face. Peter pulled her to his lap and she curled around him like a cat, spreading heat over his crotch.

He couldn’t help it, he loved that woman so much it hurt him sometimes. The only thing he could do about it was smile. Every single time he looked at her, he would smile like an idiot.

”My little girl?” he chuckled, nuzzling her cheek.

“Yeah,” she said sweetly, almost child-like, kissing lightly his neck.

“Daddy likes it, then,” he replied, getting her cue. Olivia smiled, letting her lips brush lightly against his, grinding her hip against his groin not that gently, making him groan at the contact. Peter felt a surge of blood straight to his cock and he knew she was aware of his reaction by the knowing look she gave him, eyes deep and dark green with lust.

“I love you so much, Daddy, I want to see you happy.”

“You do?”


“You know what would make Daddy really happy?” he said, opening his pants and pushing it down slightly, freeing his cock. Olivia slipped to the floor, kneeling between his legs, resting her elbows over his thighs “Do you want to make me happy?”

“Yes, I do. I want to make you really happy,” she replied softly. Peter chuckled lightly, cupping her face. He chuckled at her almost innocent smile and how good at it she was. He thought the CIA was missing a wonderful spy.


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