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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1
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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.
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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.
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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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AO3 Collection
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
Links
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Fills Post
Chat and Off-Topic Discussion
AO3 Collection
Tim/Martin, angry sex
(Anonymous) 2018-06-08 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tim/Martin, angry sex
(Anonymous) 2018-06-24 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)“Tim are you alright? I heard you yelling at Elias-”
“What is it you always say, Martin? ‘I'm fine,’?” Tim's tone is vicious and biting. He lets out a bitter huff of laughter. “Yeah, I'm fine.”
He's not fine, obviously. Martin can see him faintly vibrating with anger, his movements jerky and uncoordinated as he paces their small shared office. Martin bites his lip unsure of how to deal with Tim acting, for all intents and purposes, like a caged animal. There’s a wild look in his eyes that Martin doesn't like and he has a feeling Tim is going to go out and do something stupid if Martin doesn't head him off right now.
He steps into Tim's path. When Tim gives him a dark look, he swallows but holds his ground. Slowly he reaches up and places a hand on Tim's darkly stubbled cheek. He doesn't look away when Tim frowns at him, eyes slightly confused.
“Tell me what you need,” Martin says quietly. He watches a tumultuous wave of emotion pass over Tim's face before the anger settles there again. Martin can feel the clenched muscles in Tim’s jaw jumping under his hand.
Tim's mouth works for a moment, as if he's chewing on his words, before sound comes out. “Bend over the desk.” His voice is low and throaty and it makes Martin shiver.
Martin knows what Tim wants, it's obvious in the way his eyes have taken on that bright, lust filled, predatory sheen and Martin can't say he's surprised. He'd heard Tim bragging on numerous occasions of the women and men he’d taken to his bed. Now that he knows about Danny, Martin is pretty sure Tim's been using sex as a coping mechanism for his loss. He just never expected to get caught in the crosshairs.
He doesn't want to tell Tim no. He's spent so long, days to weeks to months, trying to get through to him somehow, trying to help him, and Tim's been shut tight against his attempts, reacting only with anger or depression. If this helps him, even if only a little, Martin will do it.
He makes his way over to the heavy wooden desk, far too large for the room, and bends over the front of it. He hears the click of the door latching and the slide of the lock settling into place and tries not to squirm.
“Pull your trousers down,” Tim says and Martin obeys, hands fumbling with his belt for a moment before he's able to get the button and fly undone. He pushes the dress pants and boxers down to just below his ass and waits, breath held in burning lungs, for Tim's next command.
His job must have not been good enough because Tim stalks up behind him and yanks the fabric down aggressively until it's around his knees. Then Tim kicks his legs apart as far as they can spread, trapped as they are.
Martin closes his eyes against the sound of a cap opening and exhales loudly when a finger, slick with what smells like lotion, slides into him without preamble. The scent is sweet and cloying, and Martin knows he's not going to be able to smell it again without thinking about this.
Tim slides another finger into him, not giving him a chance to get used to the first and Martin holds in his whimpers. It hurts. Tim thrusts his fingers in and out a few times then pulls away. Martin knows what's next and he's not ready, there wasn't nearly enough preparation, but before he can say anything Tim I'd already pushing the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle of his hole.
Martin gasps and jerks forward, hips trapped against the edge of the desk, soft flesh against unyielding, cold wood. Any beginnings of his own arousal quickly disperse from the pain. Tim has his hips in a too tight grip, and Martin knows that, come morning he will have finger shaped bruises there.
Tim doesn't give him time to adjust before he starts viciously fucking him, the hard sound of flesh on flesh loud in Martin's ears. Martin lets out what sounds like a sob, might actually be a sob if the burning of tears in his eyes is anything to go by. He reaches out and grabs the edge of the desk above his head, knuckles turning white.
Tim is utterly quiet behind him aside from the occasional breath, but when Martin turns his head to look, Tim puts a hand on the back of his skull and pushes his face into the desk. His cheekbone digs into the paper and leather of the large calendar sitting on the surface.
Martin reminds himself that he is doing a good thing for Tim and it helps him focus on something other than the pain. If this is what he needs, Martin is more than happy to give it to him, as much as he is able.
The angle that Tim fucks him changes abruptly and Martin gasps at the sudden shock of pleasure that makes his knees weak. Tim hits that spot again and again, the head of his cock bluntly hitting Martin's prostate with every thrust and Martin doesn't even get fully hard before he comes with a loud moan. His whole body shakes with it, and if Tim wasn't behind him he'd surely sink to the floor as his knees buckle.
“Jesus fuck Martin,” Tim groans, shoving against Martin roughly once, twice, three times before he shudders out his own orgasm. Martin can feel the pulsing of his cock inside him. He stays completely still, letting Tim revel in his release.
Martin can't help the whimper when Tim suddenly pulls out. He feels raw and open, the lotion stinging what are no doubt tears around his hole. He waits for Tim to say something, anything, but all he hears is the faint rustle of fabric and the door opening and closing as the other man leaves.
It takes an effort to unclench his fingers from the edge of the desk and he raises himself up onto shaking arms. He looks down at the smear his face made on the calendar and takes in one deep breath, then two, before letting the tears fall.
Re: Tim/Martin, angry sex
(Anonymous) 2018-06-24 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)One of the lines that stuck with me was "His job must have not been good enough because Tim stalks up behind him and yanks the fabric down aggressively until it's around his knees." Even in this situation, Martin seems to worry about something like that. Basically, I love the characterisation here. And Tim's just so full of anger.
Re: Tim/Martin, angry sex
(Anonymous) 2018-06-24 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tim/Martin, angry sex
(Anonymous) 2018-06-25 08:20 am (UTC)(link)