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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 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).

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Walter hearing Peter and Olivia down the hall. She's a screamer.

She was a screamer, simply put.

[(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!"

Re: She was a screamer, simply put.

[(Anonymous)]

Bunny slippers. Peter teasing Olivia.
I love this and nothing hurts.