fringe_kinkmeme

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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.

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6. Go for it!

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From: (Anonymous)

Peter/Olivia; Olivia as a dominatrix

From: (Anonymous)

You mean a dunhamnatrix XD *cackles*

From: (Anonymous)

Sitting on the counter top, Olivia swung her legs and watched in amusement as he hungrily devoured his toast.
When he had finished, Peter wiped his hands on a paper towel.
"Feeling better now that you've got some food in you, Bishop?" She asked.
Peter grinned. "Yea. Loads."
Olivia giggled. "You have butter on your face..."
He licked his lips in the cutest way possible and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He raised an eyebrow. "Did I get it?"
"Not even close!" She laughed and gestured for him to come closer. "Come here." she smiled and he went to her. Peter stood before her as Olivia took her thumb and slowly swept the little dab of butter from his cheek. She stared at him as she put her thumb to her mouth and slowly sucked it off suggestively. His eyes narrowed, confused by her behavior.
Heart pounding in her chest. Olivia bit her lip and ran a hand down his shirt. Suddenly her fingers grasped at the fabric and she wrenched him closer. She hungrily pressed her aching mouth to his.
"Olivia-" he gasped for air against her lips. "What... What are you doing-"
One of her legs hooked around his waist, locking him to her.
"Stop. We shouldn't."
She bit his lip before growling, "You can't say you don't want this, Bishop. That you don't want me."
"I don't want this. At least not like this..." He insisted. Olivia's hands pushed up his shirt and attacked his skin with her mouth. Her tongue flicked over his nipple. "Oh god... stop..." he groaned half heartedly as a violent shiver rocked his body.
"I want you Bishop. I want you to touch every last inch of my body. I want to feel you inside me. I want it all." she dug her nails into his sides and slowly drug them down, carving into his skin in such an excruciatingly pleasurable way. Peter tensed. This was so wrong. But he felt himself slipping... He had to hold on and find the strength to push her away, to stop her before she went too far.
Olivia sucked at his chest, distracting him as she fumbled with his pants.
"Olivia..." He moaned. She pulled his jeans down. Peter tried to wrench away from her but she held him fast. "No please... We can't... Not like this... Please Olivia stop." he begged one last time as her fingers lingered at the waistband of his boxers.
"Kiss me Peter Bishop." She whispered. "Just let go. Please just kiss me."
He stood there, eyes closed, rigid and unmoving.
He felt her fingers leave his hips and her legs relaxed their hold around him. Peter opened his eyes to find her bent over her face in her hands, crying silently.
"Olivia... No... I..."
"You don't want me. You think I'm disgusting." She mumbled against her palms.
"Oh god Olivia- you know that's not true! It couldn't be farther than my true feelings for you." he whispered, putting an arm around her. "You have no idea how badly I want you sweetheart."
"Then why won't you even kiss me?" she whimpered, breaking his heart.
He sighed. "Because I'm not strong enough to stop. I wish I could just devour every inch of you. But none of this is ever simple... Once I start, once I taste you for real... I'll become consumed Liv. Every second of every day I'd ache for you... And I can't let myself do that to you. You deserve so much more than me. I won't let you be tried down." he explained as he pulled his jeans back up and buttoned them again.
"I don't care what you think I deserve. All I want is you, Peter. We were made for each other can't you see that? If anything, don't I deserve to be happy? Why would you take that from me?" Quivering with need, she clutched his shirt tight, begging for him to give in.
Peter frowned. "I can't... I can't hurt you..."
"Peter you're hurting me now." she whispered.
"No... Don't..."
Olivia pulled back and roughly shoved him away from her. "Then go. Just get out of here Peter. Please just leave."
"Olivia—" He started, moving to her again.
She shoved him harder this time. Peter stumbled backwards and tripped on the edge of the carpet, falling to the floor. Olivia glared and he saw the inferno waging behind her eyes. Peter had been intimidated by Olivia Dunham before but this was something entirely different. She was viscous; angry and hungry.
He was terrified and yet severely turned on.
"Liv please just list—"
"Shut up." Olivia stood over him, feet planted on either side.
She crouched down and roughly took his chin in her hand. "You make me sick. You think you're so smart don't you, Bishop? Mr MIT. Mr 190 IQ." she gripped him tighter, fingernails digging into his flesh. "Well you know what I think? I think you're nothing more than a worthless shit ex-con. And that's all you'll ever be."
Her word sliced at his insides burning him in such painful ways he never imagined. "Oivia—" he whimpered, pleading for her to understand.
"What part of SHUT UP don't you understand Bishop?!" She shouted and proceeded to briskly slap him across the face. As his cheek burned and flushed red from her hand, Peter wanted to smile. Oddly he had liked the way it felt... And that freaked him out.
She took his face again, her thumb played with his bottom lip "You know what? I changed my mind. You're not going anywhere." Olivia planted herself on his hips, straddling him. Peter moved to prop himself up on his elbows but Liv shoved him back down forcefully and the back of his head smacked the tile floor. "I don't think so." she hissed. Peter felt fuzzy pain spread through his head. He lost his grip on control.
One of Olivia's hands snaked up his shirt and rubbed at his abs. Her other hand played with his hair, her face looming inches above his. Peter couldn't handle her burning stare, he closed his eyes and let her continue her game.
"Peter Bishop." She ground her hips against his lap, caused him to groan from the friction. He couldn't hold it in...
Peter arched his back and trembling, one of his hands went to rest on her waist.
Olivia took his other hand and laced her fingers in his. She rolled his wrist in circles as she kissed him again.
"I hate you" She moaned into him.
Olivia bit down on his lip as she felt his lap harden completely.
Peter made a soft groaning sound and Olivia bit harder. "Ow..." he mumbled against her mouth.
Olivia's teeth released and she moved to his ear. "Quit your bitching." She hissed.
He chuckled slightly. Her rotations of his wrist stopped and she grew tense as she propped herself back up. "I'm sorry Bishop, but you think this is fucking funny?" Her eyes ablaze.
Feeling a bit bold and desperately wanting her to slap him again, Peter smirked. "Yea actually I do."
His face was set aflame as he got what he wanted and her hand made burning contact with his cheek. It stung in delicious pain. He craved it. "This isn't a game asshole!" She hissed.

"You're disgusting. I really can't stand you. Your face. Your fucking attitude. If it wasn't for your psycho shit father I would have put you away long ago." she stared him down. "Or threw you to those gangbangers to beat your ass so hard."
He licked his lips tasting the blood on them from when shit had bit him. "So what does that make you Miss Dunham?"
She hit him again and he growled, bucking his hips beneath her. Olivia grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head back to bite hard at his neck.
Her nails scratched down the length of his bicep carving red marks into his skin. It burned red hot but he loved it.
Olivia sat up and slowly pulled her t-shirt off revealing her bra-less bare chest. She shoved part of the shirt into his mouth. Peter smiled inwardly, secretly loving every bit of this. his eyes narrowed, feigning irritation and anger. Olivia grinned and managed to some how rid herself of her sweat pants.
in only her black undies Peter stared in amazement. Olivia tossed her hair back and rubbed her ass against his taunt erection she felt through his jeans. Peter groaned around his gag, his eyes rolling back in his head. Jesus Christ she felt good on him. She leaned back, her hands pressing onto the tile behind her, her back arching, her hardened nipples pointing upward. Olivia moaned richly and continued to rub against him, dry humping him asunder. Peter had dreams about her on numerous occasions. Of the filthy dirty things he wanted to do to her. Of the things he wanted her to do to him. He'd wake up in the middle of the night sweating and breathing deeply, needing some kind of release or he'd explode from the never ending tension. A long time ago on a mission out of state, Peter had stolen a pair of her panties from her. Now they were old and stiff from the amount of times he greedily spilled himself into them.
He always told himself he wasn't allowed to do anything about his desires. That she was too fragile, had been hurt too often. Had spent too long hiding from any emotional contact. But damn. Dunham was determined as well. And some day she had decided she wanted him.
Mid-moan, Peter started to cough on the fabric in his mouth, trying to force it out for release. Soon he burst into a real coughing fit, Olivia quickly leaned over him and pulled it from his mouth. He coughed a few times more before her mouth covered his and he forgot all about his inability to breathe. Fuck. She was all he needed. He was fine, only now he was aching for much more than just air.
He pushed up against her and rocked, trying to flip them over. Olivia's thighs were locked to him and she grinned devilishly when he failed. Peter growled, lifting a hand to her face to pull her down to his mouth. She quickly stopped him, bending his arm back until he squirmed with pain. "Don't. Even." The FBI agent hissed. He pouted and she bent and bit his lip again. Hard. Peter thrashed beneath her, desperately wanting to be on top of her now, to rip off her panties with his teeth and just dig into her hungrily.
"Dipshit I told you, you aren't going anywhere!" she snapped.
"Fuck you." He muttered.
"That's your job." she hinted, a gleam in her eyes. He started to smile but she ended it with another forceful slap to the face. He was throbbing with need, was sick of this game.
She scooted back and again began to run her pert ass against his erection. Peter squirmed and gasped when he came a bit in his jeans. Olivia giggled. She actually giggled like a fucking school girl.
"Oops. A little excited there are we, Bishop?" She sneered and lifted her hips up. She sat down directly on his lap, straddling the hump in his pants. Peter gasped. "Olivia... Please..." He whined. She started rubbing herself against him, dry humping him assunder. Olivia moaned and mumbled repeatedly just to drive him wild. One of her hands kneaded her own breast while the other had slipped to pleasure herself. Peter knew this sight would forever be burned into his head. It'd neveSoonr go away. It was far too delicious and flawless. Even just thinking about it, he tensed and she could feel the wetness of his jeans on her ass. He was gasping for air.
***
Olivia laid on top of him facing the ceiling. Her head was nestled on the crook of his shoulder. She took his hands and placed them on her abdomen. "Play with me Bishop." she mewed hungrily.
She took one of his hands and stroked herself through her damp underwear.
Olivia closed her eyes and turned her head to the side to kiss at Peter's cheek.
"Ohh...!" She heaved as he cupped her core roughly.
Peters fingers pulled the soaked fabric between her legs to the side and pressed two fingers against her entrance without slipping inside. He was teasing her. She grunted and flexed her hips, arching into his touch that he kept just out of her reach.
"Please..." she begged softly.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me Bishop... Fuck me with your fingers." she breathed softly, aching for him.
He pushed into her wet slick entrance and she moaned richly and shivered on top of him. Peter's other hand grabbed her breast.
His fingers pulled out of her, slimy and slick with her juices. He raised them to her mouth, wiping it on her lips, letting her taste herself. Olivia turned and kissed his own lips giving him his own taste.
"Mmmm." He mumbled happily as he licked it from his mouth. "Agent Dunham you are delicious." he mused.
"Do you like that Bishop?"
He grinned. "Yea." Peters fingers scooped into her again. He pulled them out and brought his hand to his mouth. He sucked it off before returning for more. He rubbed her sticky wetness between his thumb and finger as Olivia watched him play, delighted and turned on more than words could describe. He wiped his fingers on her lips once more and pulled her into another kiss. It tasted so good, the mix of her delicious mouth and her wetness from her between her legs.
"Yum..." He mumbled.
"Peter." She gasped, calling him by his name for the first time since she began this game. "I want you now..." He pushed upward against her. Fluidly, Olivia rolled over on top of him. Her mouth returned to his as she scrunched herself forward to allow him to rid himself of his jeans.
She sat up and looked into his eyes.
"Bishop." She growled, tugging at his hair.
she swiftly turned around on top of him, blocking his view. Peter's hands rested on her hips and he moaned loudly when Olivia wrapped her mouth around him.
Her hips flexed and she scooted her ass farther up Peter's chest. Olivia used a hand to massage his base as she went down on him and came back up slowly. She pulled him out and smacked her lips together. Her tongue flicked across his head an Peter groaned. "Oh god... That feels good."
Olivia rubbed the top of his hard member with her palm before putting him back in her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum in her mouth and was delighted. She sucked harder. His hips bucked an he gasped her name.
Peter came fully in her mouth, and she struggled against the load, choking it all down just in time for her mouth to be filled again. She swallowed it hungrily. And unlike most women, she loved the way it felt and expecially the way it tasted. It was utterly delicious. She was sick and dirty, she knew this, but she didn't care. The FBI agent sucked harder on him, drawing him to a point where he thought he might explode.
"More." She mumbled around him.
"Babe stop. Please... I'm not this strong... And we still haven't- haven't..." He gasped trying to get a hold of himself. He knew his pleadings were pointless, Olivia was going to do what Olivia wanted to do and there would be no reasoning with her. But he couldn't complain. He loved being dominated by this woman. She was sexy and beautiful and made him feel like no one ever could.
Her fingers clawed at his thighs, scratching at him viscously and leaving bright red lines.
"OLIVIA!" He gasped and grabbed a fistful of her golden hair as she abruptly sucked him like a vacuum sealer.
His cock pulsed in her mouth, swollen from her play. Peter spilled generously into her again.
She made happy delighted sounds as she swallowed half and savored the rest in her mouth. Olivia pulled up and turned to look at the man she so gloriously sucked off.
she grinned and a bit of her bounty dribbled out and on her chin. She swallowed the rest of what was in her mouth and rubbed her lips together making smacking noises, proud of herself and what she had done. Peter lifted a hand and slowly swept the dribble of cum from her chin. Her tongue darted out to lick his thumb clean.
He chuckled. "Feeling better now that you've got some in you, Dunham?" He asked.
Olivia grinned. "Yea. Loads."