fringe_kinkmeme

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).

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From: (Anonymous)

Blue Livia. She's a little sex monkey. Weird fetishes.

From: (Anonymous)

Olivia was generally a fair, respectable woman. Easy going but temperamental when needed be. She was thoughtful and cautious as well.
But once that bedroom door closed she was different. Giggly and expressive. hungry and determined. So unafraid. Needless to say Peter had never met a woman quite like her. She took him by surprise every day, coming up with odd routines or begging for him to participate in her games.

She kept a black marker on her night stand. She liked to slide all over Peter's naked body and draw on him, scribbling dirty words and messages directly onto his skin. One night when Peter had fallen asleep, she took her marker and scribbled 'Dunham's Fuck Toy' across his forehead in all capitals. The next day Peter had spent three hours trying to scrub it off while Olivia laid bare on the bed giggling to herself.

The bed was never enough for Olivia either. There wasn't an ounce of furniture in her apartment she hadn't bent over or sat on or been shoved up against as Peter sank himself within her. Her peals of laughter and her kitteny moans and gasps driving him on, driving him further, deeper into her still.
Olivia had this odd fetish of having sex in the most awkward places and awkward moments. Peter would be sitting eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table when she'd come sauntering in and knock it out of his hands, not giving the slightest fuck as it spilled all over the floor. She'd grab him with a growl and shove his head between her breasts. And Peter was gone. 30 seconds later she was laid out on the table as he rammed himself into her.

From: (Anonymous)

Peter awoke from a very erotic dream to actually find Olivia's hand under the covers pulling at his dick as she touched herself. Peter trembled and rolled over on top of her. "Can't sleep???"
"No." she whimpered.
"So you thought you'd just jerk me off???"
"I need it..." She begged like a little puppy dog.
"Damn babe you have to let me take a break. We just did this a few hours ago. It's not that I don't love you... I'm just really tired..." He whispered softly to his wife below him. That's when Olivia’s hands forcefully grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed. She slapped them, hit them, kneaded them.
Peter collapsed heavy on top of her. He tried to roll over so she could breathe and he wouldn't crush her tiny body but Olivia held him to her
"Livia stop it..." he hissed as her hands pulled his ass apart and she squeezed and rolled his thick mounds in her hand. She started making those kittenish, tantalizing sounds that drove him wild with want.
Peter rolled off and away from her, trying to breathe.
She was like a parasite and was right back on him, straddling him, grinding back and forth and kissing him like there was no fucking tomorrow. Before he even registered he had an erection, he had come at full force all up her backside. Panting, he realized what he had done and was shocked at his sudden extreme loss of self control. He could feel her slide against him, giggling in delight, rubbing his semen into her skin like lotion. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back in satisfaction.
She was so... Smug. It irritated him. "I SAID NO." he roughly shoved her off and away.
He sat up and grabbed a few tissues off the nightstand to wipe himself off. She growled when he tried to clean her, however and he just left her be. "Fine." he huffed.
Peter went to the bathroom and slammed the door. He stood before the mirror and wasn't all too pleased by the man staring back. "What are you doing?" he whispered to himself arguing then, he told her no and he meant it. She couldn't have all the control every time. He should be allowed to deny her.
Peter threw open the shower curtain and turned on the faucet to run a warm bath. He needed to relax and calm down. He wasn't mad at his wife, he was just irritated by how quickly she had dominated him.
How she always dominated him.
Peter lowered himself into the water gently and was instantly comforted by its warmth. He relaxed and closed his eyes. And yet, he couldn't get Olivia out of his mind... He replayed that scene in his head, her smile and ecstasy on her face when he came against her ass. The flex of her pelvis, her hips grinding to him. Her hands cupping her core, playing with herself. And then hurt and guilt swelled in him as he thought of how he had shoved her tiny frame from him. And the vicious look in her eyes when he tried to clean the mess from her lower back and between her legs. How he had stormed off, furious. He couldn't bear the thought that he had hurt her.
"Hey Liv..." he called softly.
After awhile she appeared at the doorway, her face red and chagrined. She had slipped on an old t-shirt of his. "Hi." she whispered.
He smiled. "Hey."
"Are you still mad at me?" She asked softly.
Peter shook his head. "No." He nodded for to come closer.
Olivia did and when went she bent to kiss him, he pulled her down into the bath with him. She shrieked in surprise and burst into a fit of giggles.
Olivia nested herself between his legs and laid back against him. Peter put his arms around her. "I love you." he murmured.
"I know."
Peter loved especially the way she looked right now. In his old gray T-shirt. Wet, clinging to her skin, outlining her pebbled nipples.
Olivia shifted in his lap at the feel of his hard on prodding against her ass. "I thought you needed a break..." she whispered with a smile and turned to tenderly kiss his cheek.
"I do. I should..." He muttered.
She rolled over onto her stomach to kiss him again, the water sloshing slightly around them.
"Are you going to tell me to stop again...?" she breathed and pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth.
He held her hips and lifted her up. Peter brought her down to sit on his dick and she shook as he pushed into her.
Olivia licked her lips. She abruptly put her entire hand over his face, her palm squishing his features. He lowered her back to lie in the water, she floated on the surface, staring at him, waiting for his next move.
Grunting, Peter held her hips whilst he rocked in and out of her and the bath water sloshed onto the floor from his rhythms.
"Oh god..." She mewed, her eyes rolling back in her head. She held onto the side of the tub. "Peter I want you..."
He could feel himself growing close and he pulled out of her. Olivia howled miserably from the loss and squirmed. Peter adjusted himself just in time, and released himself all over her stomach. She bit her lip happily.
After a couple more rounds, the water had nearly spilled completely out of the bath from their movements. Olivia got out of the tub with him. He put on his robe and then wrapped a towel around her. He put her hair in a towel and frazzled it around a bit to dry it. Olivia giggled and kissed his nose lovingly. He rubbed her shoulders and body to finish drying her off. Olivia herself discarded the towel as soon as his hands left her however and instead undid the tie on her husband's robe. She opened it and pressed her bare body to his. Peter wrapped the fabric around them again.
He was so... warm...
"Peter... Carry me to bed..." she whispered. "I don't think I can walk..."
He smiled down at her and then scooped her small body in his arms. She played with his face and his stubble dreamily as he carried her out of their bathroom, the floor near the tub covered in a large puddle. Peter would mop it up later. Right now he was all too focused on the beautiful woman in his arms. His wife.
He laid her down gently on the bed. Her damp blonde hair stuck to her flushed face. She was still riding the secondary high from her three orgasms and was exhausted. And yet she couldn't rid the soft smile from her face.
Peter brushed her hair back and his fingers lingered on her cheek. He loved this part the most. When Olivia laid in full bliss not a worry in the world, loving everything and yet still only him at the same time. She was so special to him.
Peter slipped into a pair of flannel pajama pants before her crawled under the covers with Olivia.
She turned to look at him, her eyes shining, her sleepy smile widening.
He draped an arm around her and pulled her bare body close. She nestled against his chest and quickly fell asleep.

Olivia awoke in the morning to Peter's sweet lips on hers. She didn't open her eyes but instead kissed him back, flicking her tongue against his bottom lip. She felt his mouth mold into a smile. "Good morning, love." he mumbled and pulled away.
"Indeed." she giggled sleepily and opened her eyes to find his bright blue ones bore down into hers.
"How was your night?"
She grinned. "Depends on whether our little bath really happened or if it was just another dream."
"I just had to mop it all off the floor. So yes. It happened." He laughed and kissed her lightly again.
Olivia stretched. "Awesome."