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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1
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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.
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Fill :Jon/Martin, 176 makeup sex 2/2
(Anonymous) 2020-12-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)Then Jon pulled away. “Wait. I should… I should talk to you first.” He sighed, frustrated, and ran a hand through his hair. “I just promised to be more open with you and I–”
“It’s okay,” Martin said quickly before Jon could (ugh) apologize again. “It’s fine, just…” He sighed, as the last of the languid pleasure from Jon’s caresses faded and the jittery anxiety returned. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I Know you want to fuck me,” Jon said, and Martin nearly choked. “And I’m fine with that, really. In fact…” He smiled, and it was sweet and a little mischievous. “I think I want to? I want to watch you come undone for me. I didn’t know how much you wanted this, how much you wanted me, and it felt good to be wanted like that. I want to show you that I want you just as much.”
That had been more than Martin had bargained for when he’d told Jon he could Know. Jon wasn’t wrong, of course he wasn’t, but there were some pretty obvious reasons why Martin hadn’t pushed for it.
“You don’t like sex.”
Jon shrugged. “You don’t like listening to me rant about inconsistencies in a dime-store murder novel, but you did plenty of that in the cabin.”
“I did like that, actually.” Martin hadn’t cared what the topic was, just hearing Jon speak animatedly about anything had been nice.
“Sure,” Jon conceded. “In the same way I’m going to like making you moan my name as I suck you off.” Martin’s brain briefly short-circuited. Jon paused and blushed. “Actually, I might be overestimating my prowess there. I’m not sure if I’m actually any good? I’ll try, though, and you can tell me what you want so that I don’t mess up.”
Martin stared at him. “You… you want me to tell you how to get me off?”
“You’re the expert,” Jon pointed out. “And I’ve promised to take your lead when you know what you’re doing.”
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Me neither.” Jon grinned. “So? Is that okay? Can I start?”
“I mean… yeah.”
Just getting naked was a production. Jon seemed distracted by everything. Martin’s shirt was only half over his head when Jon ducked down and started kissing his belly. It tickled, and Martin squirmed, especially when Jon started lightly using his teeth, nipping and scraping at the skin there. “Jon…”
“Hmm?” Jon asked, not lifting his head or stopping. If Martin wanted something, it looked like he would have to tell Jon outright.
Not that he had any complaints. This was nice enough. Martin pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaning back to get a better view of Jon’s explorations.
“You have amazing skin,” Jon murmured against Martin’s ribs. “It feels like satin under my lips.” He nipped at the underside of Martin’s ribs and lifted his head just enough to lick at Martin’s nipple. It felt good, but it was the soft moan that fell from Jon’s lips that awakened Martin’s cock. Jon lapped and sucked at Martin’s nipple, seemingly enjoying the new texture, while his hand played with the other one. Martin moaned and spread his legs to relieve some of the tension there, a plan that backfired as Jon slotted himself between Martin’s knees, hovering above him.
“Jon, I don’t…”
“Shh…” Jon finally pulled away from Martin’s nipple with a final lick and worked his way further up, kissing up Martin’s chest towards his neck. “We have time. We have all the time in the world. Just let go.”
Martin huffed. He wasn’t that easy. “I’m not about to… to jizz in my pants,” he protested, and felt Jon’s laugh against his skin. “But I think maybe getting them out of the way isn’t a bad idea? Just in case. It’d be uncomfortable to walk in.”
Jon gave a sigh and another final kiss to the base of Martin’s neck before pulling back, his hands dropping to Martin’s zipper. “I am looking forward to seeing you laid bare before me.”
Martin burst out laughing. “Who talks like that?”
“I do,” Jon said. “Obviously.” He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Martin’s underwear and trousers, and pulled them both down to below his knees before pausing. “Right. Shoes.”
Martin couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’ve never really done this before!” Jon protested, but he was grinning too. “There’re a lot of things to remember.” He removed Martin’s shoes and socks, then pulled his trousers off the rest of the way. Then he kneeled back and just… looked.
The laughter faded as Martin felt his breath catch. He’d been worried, he realized, that Jon would look at him with disgust or at least distaste. He hadn’t expected the tender and loving expression Jon wore as he examined every inch of Martin on display. No heat, no lust, no excitement, but a deep and abiding appreciation. Martin shivered and Jon’s eyes turned towards his face and, in that gaze, there was heat.
“I love you,” Jon said, completely unnecessarily. Then he bent down and took Martin’s foot in his hand and started kissing his instep.
There was no reason for that to feel as good as it did. Martin groaned and dug his fingers into the flesh of his inner thigh to stop himself from touching his cock. Jon scraped at the skin with his teeth, and Martin threw his head back and gave himself over to whatever Jon wanted to do. It felt like he spent forever before switching to the other foot and spending another eternity focused on drawing the most embarrassing noises out of Martin through his toes.
“You look…” Jon gave a shaky laugh. “You look amazing like this.” He mouthed his way up Martin’s calf, and Martin shoved his fist into his mouth and bit down. If he’d been trembling before he was all-out shaking now, shuddering under Jon’s hands and lips and care.
Jon took a moment as he arrived at Martin’s knee to look up at him. “You don’t have to hold back. We can do this as many times as you want.”
They could. Time wasn’t really a thing, and neither of them would tire. They could spend hours, days just luxuriating in each other. Martin knew that people couldn’t die in this new world, but he felt that, if they could, he might.
Still, as Jon moved up to Martin’s thigh, he brought his head close enough that Martin could touch his hair, run his fingers through it, draw it out of the way as Jon pressed kisses and small, playful bites into his flesh. It was nice to participate, to touch, and Jon leaned into the caresses like a cat. Martin felt his breath catch as Jon’s head turned under his hand, cheek pillowed against his thigh, eyes fixed on Martin’s stiff, aching cock.
Jon shot Martin a quick smile of anticipation as he lifted his head, settling himself more comfortably between Martin’s legs. “Here we go,” he murmured, and licked a stripe up the underside of Martin’s cock, closing his lips around the head without an ounce of hesitation.
Martin wasn’t sure how he resisted bucking up into that wet heat. Jon gave a suck and Martin cried out his name, not sure if it was in warning or appreciation. His hand was still in Jon’s hair, and he could feel the tension in Jon’s neck as Jon swallowed around him, trying to get more inside his mouth. He choked a little, pulled back, and tried again.
Sobs escaped Martin’s lips as he fought to stay still, to let Jon set the pace. On a technical level, it was okay – a little too much teeth, not quite enough suction. But the build-up had Martin on a razor’s edge before Jon had even touched his cock, and the sight of Jon, bobbing and angling his head between Martin’s legs, was overwhelming in itself. He felt his balls draw closer towards his body, an unmistakable tension that signalled an imminent release, and barely managed to tug Jon off him before he let go, before his orgasm overwhelmed him. His vision greyed at the edges, and all he could really see was Jon, looking at him, darkly satisfied.
By the time he felt like he had air in his lungs again, Jon was nestled up next to him, kissing his cheek. “How do you feel?”
“Better,” Martin croaked, and it was unfair that Jon’s voice wasn’t nearly as wrecked as his when Jon was the one who’d had a cock in his mouth.
Jon smiled and kissed him again. “I’m glad. I just… I feel a little foolish and selfish for not offering this before.”
“You feel selfish?” Martin said. “After that?”
Jon shrugged. “It’s like you’ve been starving and I have a feast and I’ve just allowed you a morsel of bread. I… it didn’t occur to me that this might be something you really needed.”
“I don’t, usually,” Martin said. “I meant it when I said I wanted to be with you, in whatever form that took. I still do. If that includes sex occasionally, then, yes, that would be lovely.” Jon snickered at Martin’s prissy tone. “But if it doesn’t, it’s still what I want.”
“Alright,” Jon said, lacing his fingers with Martin’s. “But please let me know what you want. I know how much letting me into your mind unnerves you, and I’d rather not do that again. It was… illuminating, but unwelcoming.”
“Sorry,” Martin said.
Jon smiled and looked away. “Stop apologizing.”
Re: Fill :Jon/Martin, 176 makeup sex 2/2
(Anonymous) 2020-12-06 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill :Jon/Martin, 176 makeup sex 2/2
(Anonymous) 2020-12-07 06:43 am (UTC)(link)Thanks!