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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).
You Never Cease To Amaze
Date: 2012-05-05 05:21 pm (UTC)"I don't really know where that came from. It just- it just happened."
He sucked a large red hickey to her skin, marking her. "It could be fun... You know... You want to try to experiment some more?" he proposed slyly.
"What?"She asked, struggling to keep from losing herself under his touch.
"Let's play Olivia."
"You- you want me to fuck you with my mind?"
"No." He growled and she sighed in slight relief. "I want you to MAKE me fuck you."
"What?" She mumbled.
"Just like earlier. On the roof tops. Control me 'Livia. Use me." He growled in her eat, nipping at her skin.
She shook her head. "I don't think I can do it again-"
***
Peter felt all his inner nerves grow dull and dormant. His fingers moved
to brutally rip open her shirt, ignoring the buttons on her blouse.
"Are you doing that?" He breathed excited and she nodded in reply.
He grinned mischievously. "God yes, Olivia-" Peter stopped, his mouth closing in mid sentence.
"Stop talking." She gasped. He found himself unable to disobey and all his blood rushed south as he grew impossibly harder.
Olivia laid there lost in herself and her sensations as she made him take the lead. Her hips bucked upward as he rid her of her clothes. Her own hands went to work on his clothes and he stared at her questioningly.
"I like to do this myself." She told him.
"Oh!" He gasped as his hand closed around his cock and she used him to jerk himself off, smirking at the sight as she did so.
Suddenly he fell at her side and she crawled next to him, allowing him to release his grip on himself. Olivia kissed her way up his shaft and landed a pressured kiss on his tip, teasing him. Peter wanted to thrust his hips upward into her inviting wet heat of her mouth, but she had left him immobile on purpose, torturing him.
She stopped her control for a moment and took a deep breath. It was difficult, flexing her ability. But it was getting easier with practice.
"You okay?" He whispered, able to speak again.
"Yea. I just need a second." She smiled reassuringly.
After she regained her focus she returned to their game and decided to try something new. She made him semi-immobile once more but gave him a bit more freedom. Olivia sat cross legged at his side, focusing on his groin.
Peter squirmed and gasped loudly, his eyes watching his cock. He could feel everything. A tight pressurized hand enclosed around him, and yet she sat still at his side. The invisible hand jerked him upward and he moaned.
"Olivia! Please!!!"
She smiled and let her mind snap back.
He was breathing impossibly heavily and panting eagerly, desperate to have her completely.
"Please..." he begged. Olivia didn't need powers of mind reading to know what he wanted. And she moved to lower herself down onto him. She let her own whine escape from her mouth at the feeling.
Peter's hand snapped upward to grasp her breasts roughly and she tossed her head back in ecstasy, her golden hair cascading down her back.
His thumbs expertly flicked and pinched at her nipples. "So this is what you like?" He snickered. Olivia began to rock on top of him, moving him in and out of her. Her movements were forceful and jerky, using him to fuck her hard and in all the right places.
She was growing tired again and used the last of her stamina to bring him to orgasm quickly and explosively. Olivia had never heard him utter such a guttural sound before, and it alone tumbled her over the edge as well, whimpering asunder.
"Shit." He gasped as she collapsed at his side, her face flushed and sweaty.
"Good?" She whispered breathily, slightly trembling.
"Fuck yea." Peter moved to kiss her deeply. "You never cease to amaze me 'Livia."