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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1
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1. The prompt should begin with "Prompt:"
2. The fill should begin with "Fill:". Otherwise there should be no change to the title.
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1. All comments to the meme must be anonymous. Linking to fills on AO3/Tumblr/website of your choice is allowed, but comments here must still be posted anon.
2. Concrit is welcome if the author requests it, but character bashing, kink shaming, and hijacking threads by derailing prompts with contrary comments or asking for additions to the prompt are not allowed.
3. Warning for spoilers and subjects such as non-con, incest, underage, character death and worms is highly recommended, but not mandatory.
4. Crossover prompts between Rusty Quill Gaming and The Magnus Archives may be posted to both posts.
5. Please link all fills to the fill post.
6. Don't be an asshole. Mods reserve the right to freeze, screen or delete at their discretion.
7. While it should go without saying (kink meme and all) please be advised that much of the content here may not be appropriate for individuals under 18.
8. Update: All prompts can be filled by more than one person. Two cakes (or three, or four) are always appreciated.
While spoiler warnings are not required, if you would like to spoiler cut anything, you can use the following code:
<div tabindex="-1"><b>spoiler title</b><div>Some spoilery content.</div></div>
Prompting Guidelines
1. The prompt should begin with "Prompt:"
2. The fill should begin with "Fill:". Otherwise there should be no change to the title.
2. Include the names of the character(s) or pairing(s) in the title, followed by the kink or trope if applicable. Pairings should be formatted A/B(/C/D).
3. If you would like to provide warnings, please put them in the first line of the comment to prevent the titles from getting too long.
And example title: Prompt: Jon/Plant monster, sex pollen
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Re: fill: Jonah/Elias, possession sex (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2020-11-25 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)Elias would make some sort of sound at that if he had control of his mouth. He doesn’t get to find out what kind of sound it would be, because as things are, it happens in silence.
His hand doesn’t immediately go where Elias expects it to. Instead, Jonah skims just briefly over the coarse patch of his curls, then off over his hips, down to the outside of his thigh. He squeezes softly there, his thumb sweeping over the top of his leg. His other hand comes up to Elias’s stomach again, and his fingertips feather over a point off the side of his abs. Somehow, even with his own hand, the lightness of the touch is unexpected to Elias, almost ticklish. He experiences the very strange sensation of a shiver that he feels in his mind, but that his muscles don’t carry out.
The hand on his leg inches over the top of the muscle, down to the inside. Jonah drags it up his inner thigh and stops to stroke, just where the hair begins to grow thicker. Elias feels the fingernails of his other hand scrape gently against his stomach.
Elias’s mind is strung tight with anticipation, but there’s no tension in his body as his hand climbs his thigh to brush his cunt. Jonah skims over his lips, then strokes his fingers through his folds.
Elias is wet. He doesn’t know if that’s on Jonah’s part or on his own.
Jonah lifts his hand to Elias’s mouth and pushes his fingers through his lips. Elias can just barely taste himself, a hint of salt and musk, wetness lost in wetness inside his mouth. He runs his tongue over the bottom of each finger. Opening his mouth again, Jonah strokes his fingers over the slippery swell of Elias’s bottom lip as he withdraws them. Then he pushes his boxers down his thighs and kicks them off.
Jonah has seen Elias’s body naked before, in the shower or getting dressed. Elias has gotten used to that much, at this point; it’s only the same skin everyone else has under their clothes, and he’s gotten over being flustered about it. This is different. Even with his shirt still on, he feels stripped in a way he hasn’t before. He feels exposed. His body feels like an envelope someone’s slit open and dumped out the contents of to sort through.
Elias’s hand returns between his legs. Jonah presses down into his cleft and spreads him apart.
He slides one finger down over Elias’s clit, stopping to toy with his hood piercing. “That’s an interesting little accessory,” he says. “You know, I never looked close enough to notice it when I was scouting you out. It was a bit of a surprise to find it when I settled in. Not really my style, but I suppose it has its charm.”
He tugs lightly on the ring, and Elias feels the metal drag against the base of his clit. It draws something sharp up through him, a feeling so raw and sudden he isn’t sure if it’s pleasure or alarm, just that it’s something that would make his body jerk in response if it still could. His fingers uncurl to rub a circle around his clit, and that does feel good. The way his hands move unpredictably is weird, but the response from his body is one he recognizes. He tries to absorb himself in the parts of the pleasure that he understands, let it cushion him from the parts that he doesn’t.
“Does it feel strange?” says Jonah. “Maybe you’d like something to make this a little more familiar. We could run through some of the things you like to think about when you do this to yourself. Maybe one of the ones with Edward, from back in the library at work? I know that’s a favorite fantasy of yours.”
How — Elias has never mentioned anything about Edward to anyone, let alone something suggesting that he likes to think about him like that. That’s something private that’s never left his head. There’s no way anyone could know about that.
“Yes, I know the things you like to imagine,” says Jonah, stroking at the head of his clit, now beginning to swell unmistakably. “You like to think about him bending you over a desk and fucking you from behind. You like to imagine what it would feel like to have him come inside you, you like that an awful lot, don’t you. You want to beg for it. Sometimes you want him to hold you down and squeeze your throat, and sometimes you want him to kiss your neck and tell you you’re a good boy.”
Elias has thought about these things plenty of times, let these scenes play out in his head and then dismissed them without a second thought. But hearing them actually said out loud, and in his own voice, no less — it makes it all sound embarrassing, filthy, wrong.
“You thought about him like that so much, but you were always too shy to talk to him. Maybe I should have a chat with him, convince him to do some of those things you’ve always dreamed of. I wager he’d make time for the new head of the Institute.”
Elias feels a surge of panic at that, more fresh and urgent than expected. No — he thinks, it wasn’t even a serious crush, he would never actually — it was just something to entertain himself, an idle fantasy to get off to, he was never going to act on it —
“No? Just the two of us, then?” Jonah pushes against him a little too hard, almost painful, and then resumes his unhurried, light stroking. “As you like.”
Jonah rubs him slow and easy, a low smolder. The pleasure creeps up through him in degrees so slow he can’t help wanting more of it. Elias likes it quick and hard when he jerks off. He never touches himself like this. Left to his own devices, as soon as he wants more, he gives it to himself, and he’s not used to the feeling of a long simmer not allowed to boil. It has him flustered in a way that would probably be embarrassing if he could actually do anything to act on it.
“Do you like this?” Jonah asks him. Elias doesn’t form the truth into words inside his head, but he knows Jonah knows it anyway. “I’m certainly enjoying it, I have to say. It’s really so thoroughly…thrilling to find out what you feel like firsthand. Seeing it from a distance just isn’t the same.”
He’s never experienced anything like this. It’s touching his own body, it’s his own body being touched by himself, but it also feels sort of like having someone else’s hands on him. It doesn’t have the predictability of self-pleasure, where he already knows what he’s going to do and it’s the less exciting for it; now he’s in the dark about what his hands are doing next, and it makes every touch ripple with a shivering intensity. He’s aware of the little things he wouldn’t be if he was the one doing them — the hitching of his breath, the parting of his lips, the knitting together of his brows.
Jonah has fallen into a nice, steady rhythm at his clit. He works his fingers across him in movements that remain just as even precise even as Elias feels like he’s starting to come apart. Elias wishes he could moan, but Jonah keeps his mouth resolutely closed. It’s been a slow heightening, but Elias can feel the weight of his orgasm building up, he can almost —
“Not yet, I don’t think,” says Jonah, pulling back from the spot where Elias needs it so badly. Wait — wait, come on, that’s not fair, Elias thinks, but Jonah won’t let him have it, his fingers moving to play with the lips of his cunt instead.
Even though he knows better by now, Elias makes one more futile attempt to focus on his hand hard enough to get it back onto his clit. It doesn’t move anywhere other than where Jonah wants it to, of course, and Jonah must be able to tell he’s trying, because he chuckles a little.
When Elias has burned out his useless attempts at a struggle and resigned himself, Jonah finally inches the tips of his fingers back to stroke his clit again. The touches are moderate and controlled, but the relief is so good. Elias feels his whole cunt twitch and clutch at the stimulation. The warm bloom of pressure starts growing in him over again, and Elias leans into it, trying to hold onto it.
He gets to the edge quicker the second time. Jonah rubs him with torturous restraint until it bubbles back to the surface. He’s so fucking close, he can feel it swelling in him, pushing against the edges of him. It’s in his reach. He knows he could get there so easily if he just pressed a bit harder, but the touch at his clit doesn’t vary for a second. He’s caught there at the height of it, suspended, being dragged through it by inches and still getting nowhere.
Elias is straining for it, but his teeth don’t grit and his thighs tense no more than they already were a minute ago. His hand moves with infuriating regularity. He’s tight and drawn, all of him focused at the promise of almost-there at his cunt. Everything else is gone. His body is all he has now, and he doesn’t even have that. His limbs aren’t his and his breathing isn’t is and his pleasure isn’t his. There’s a cramp starting in his hand. It would be an annoyance, at any other time, but Elias realizes with an almost hysterical carelessness that it’s not his responsibility anymore.
Jonah switches the rolling motion of his fingertips to short little taps at the base of his clit. It’s enough to send sparks through Elias with every contact, but it’s not enough to push him over the brink. Jonah gives him a good minute needling at him like that, then draws back entirely.
Elias wishes he could yell, or squirm, or do something. Jonah kneads at his outer lips, but the sensation Elias gets from it is only the dim echo of what he needs. It’s not enough. Jonah continues to touch him dully until he cools again.
When Elias has apparently waited enough, suffered enough, Jonah makes another taunting approach at his clit. His fingers stop right at the periphery, rubbing him just off-center of where he can feel his hardness, at the edge of where the pleasure’s strongest.
Please, please, Elias begs inside his head. Jonah continues to skirt the boundary for another few moments, then slides those few holt centimeters to the epicenter of Elias’s need.
The direct pressure is a sunburst of ecstasy. Jonah massages him thoroughly, without holding back. Elias can feel himself tipping over the edge, and this time Jonah lets him.
He’s not really ready for how it feels when he starts to come, and come hard. Even in the helpless spasms of a normal orgasm, he can at least control which direction he bucks his hips, how much he arches his back, how loud he groans. Now he has nothing, a passenger in his own pleasure. He’s utterly dragged along in the riptide of it.
Jonah has him moaning now. He’s loud, moving around a lot, and Elias doesn’t know how much of it is genuine from Jonah’s side, or if he’s playing it up for Elias, or if Elias would be this reactive if it were up to him. All he can do is feel himself twist and tense and feel the noises he makes as they come up from his throat.
He has no idea when it’s going to end. Jonah doesn’t let up on his clit, and every peaking flare of sensitivity dips and then rolls directly into another one. He shudders through waves of it until finally his hand retreats from between his legs, and then he twitches once or twice more and it’s over.
Elias wants to lie there collapsed and try to put his head back together, but it’s barely a few seconds before Jonah stands him up and begins getting him dressed again. Elias sits in the backseat of his own mind and barely pays attention to where they’re going as Jonah takes them to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Jonah looks in the mirror. Elias wishes he wouldn’t. It’s a very strange kind of eye contact, making it only with himself, and at the same time with himself nowhere in there. It reminds him of the other thing he can’t explain — for some reason, now, his eyes are blue.
Jonah smiles at him, or maybe just at himself. “There,” he says. “I do feel like I know you better know. What do you think?”
Elias doesn’t say anything in his head. He doesn’t know what his answer would be even to himself, let alone to Jonah, not that he can separate the two anymore.
“Well, I consider that to have been a resounding success,” says Jonah. “I think we can make this arrangement work. Don’t you?”
Re: fill: Jonah/Elias, possession sex (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2020-11-26 08:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: fill: Jonah/Elias, possession sex (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2020-11-29 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)