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fringe_kinkmemeThis 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'seliade'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).
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).
The Games Fringe Division Whores Play part 1/2
Date: 2012-03-04 05:10 am (UTC)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.
Re: The Games Fringe Division Whores Play part 1/2
Date: 2012-03-04 11:26 am (UTC)Re: The Games Fringe Division Whores Play part 1/2
Date: 2012-03-15 06:45 am (UTC)Re: The Games Fringe Division Whores Play part 1/2
Date: 2012-03-16 12:28 am (UTC)