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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).
Anna's Girls
Date: 2012-05-19 04:07 am (UTC)Jesus Christ what is happening.
Damn that dream again. Damn it straight to hell. She's been having it for over a month now. It always began with her in a bed in the early morning. Her eyes would be closed but as she felt the mattress shift they'd fly open to find a blaze of red hair.
At first it had been okay when it was just the Alternate Olivia she was having elaborate erotic dreams about. Because at least then Anna could lie to herself and say that in her dreams she was the original Olivia. However waking up from a dream of herself lying there while a blonde and a redheaded version of herself ravaged her body.... it couldn't be healthy. She had been letdown so many times in the past and had numerous relationships walk out the door. But at least Red and Olivia knew exactly what she wanted, where she liked, and what felt good. The girls could easily coax her to orgasm without much effort.
It wasn't just the hair that she got off on. Over the years Red and Olivia had become like real feasible people, rather than simple characters. She knew the girls like the back of her hand. (she should, she is the girls), and she loved them like sisters. They were a part of her. And the sexual fantasies she'd been entertaining were harmless if she kept them to herself, right? Besides no one would understand the separation her mind made between the three of them together. In her fantasies there weren't three Anna Torvs.. There was Olivia. There was Red. And there was Anna.
Olivia was tender, loving and gentle, as she'd press her lips to Anna's. The kiss was sweet and soft, and an identical groan would escape from both of the women as they deepened the kiss, fingers reaching up to tangle in each others hair. Olivia always tasted like home. Vanilla and cinnamon. In the midst of their bliss was when Red would make her reappearance, suddenly planting a wet kiss right between Anna's legs, a promiscuous smirk plastered on her face as she did so. The two Olivias would then circle her, running their fingers all over her trembling body as she begged for their attention. Sometimes Olivia would be curled at Anna's side engaging her in a long heated kiss as Red pumped fingers into them both and her mouth alternately suckling the other girls' breast. On the most torturous of evenings, Anna would be forced to lay immobile and begging as Olivia and Red went at it before her. The three girls had done a lot over the few weeks they spent together roaming Anna's psyche. But on this evening, she had awaken too early, leaving her still trembling with need.
Anna feels sticky all over and having her cotton underwear soaked through and through is not something she finds comfortable when her body is still aching. She kicks off her blankets with a sigh and climbs out of bed, ignoring the damp spot she had left on her own bed. Reaching in her bedside table, she fishes around for the next best thing to having a real incarnation of her girls. She's been using the damn thing alot lately and prays to god the batteries won't choose this evening in which to turn to shit. She has to get this done and fast. She would prefer if she didn't have to strip down in the shower and plunge her own fingers in and out of herself. Anna never can get it just right alone. 'I do just fine babe.' A voice whispers in her head, sounding startling like herself, or rather... Red. It was true that the woman had magic fingers.
She disappears into her bathroom, closing the door behind her tightly. Anna settles down onto the bath mat after shucking her sweat pants and the offending wet undergarments. The elongated vibrator feels at home in her hand lately. As she presses the small button on the bottom the thing stirs awake, humming softly and pulsing in her palm. Anna runs it across her belly, teasing herself as she slowly dips downward. Guiding the thing across her slick folds, she trembles from sensation. As she pushes the vibrator into her waiting heat, her hips buck a bit, a soft whimper escapes between her lips. She doesn't have the strength to keep her eyes open. As they begin to flutter closed, she can already see Red and Olivia waiting for her. Of course. They were always there.
"Olivia!" she gasps. Anna's other hand moves to make quick work of her clit as she continues to pump her toy in and out of her in a sickly greedy fashion. "Ohh."
In her mind she sees Red's hand enclose her wrist and move the position of the vibrator, angling it deeper into Anna. 'There you go. Right. There.' She hears Red laugh.
A hand grasps at Anna's breast and rolls the nipple between fingers. It's her own of course, but to her it's Olivia's hand working it's own magic
Anna shatters around the vibrator in a matter of seconds, clenching tightly, thrusting her hips upward and coming fast and hard as she cries out.
Panting for air, Anna slides to lay on the cool tile floor, basking in the glow of her spent orgasm. She pulls the vibrator from between her legs and gruffly thanks it for its services before flicking it off and tossing it aside. As Anna closes her eyes to allow sleep to entrap her once more, her girls are still waiting. they curl up on either side of her on the floor and cling close, never wanting to let go. And Anna never wants to let go of them.
Re: Anna's Girls
Date: 2012-05-20 04:36 am (UTC)