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.
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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).
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Re: Part 4/4 alpha!Martin, surprise rut
Date: 2020-08-29 11:35 am (UTC)Martin was still focused on his cock, teasing the hood, flicking the head lightly with his tongue. "Martin!" His hands were in his alpha's hair. "Martin, please." He tugged, perhaps ungently. "I want--"
"Yeah?" asked Martin, following it up with another kiss to his mons, as though reluctant to leave.
Jon let his legs fall open even wider and beckoned Martin up, hoping he came across clearly.
Martin's eyes widened and he promptly scrambled to shuck off his own clothes. There was a wet spot against the front of his pants, where he'd leaked through. He shoved them down; his cock was thick, with a pronounced curve and a vein running heavy down the side. The head was dripping pre and already such a hungry, hungry purple—
It was slow going—Jon was tight, even if he was dripping wet enough to mark the sheets, and he knew Martin wouldn’t do anything that could possibly hurt him. Even now he was pressing reassuring little pecks to Jon’s cheeks, holding him penned in and safe in his arms. It was hard to think of anything except the rightness of Martin's weight holding him down and the heat of his alpha's skin and how deliciously full he felt. Jon locked his arms around Martin’s neck and kissed him deep and devoted, nipping at his lips, tonguing his mouth open. He tasted like tea and bitter cocoa.
Martin pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside Jon, and then drove forwards and into him, knocking a soft "ah!" from Jon. Martin broke their kiss and Jon saw that he was blushing pink over his cheeks and chin and chest—before he tucked his face in Jon’s neck and started marking up the skin there. He drew out and thrust in again, and again, over and over, each an achingly slow movement of flesh against slick flesh. "Martin, Martin, more."
Martin only hmm-ed in response, sucking kisses over Jon's scent spots and soothing the skin with his tongue when Jon bucked and whimpered. He clenched down around him and Martin broke off in a groan, his hips stuttering helplessly.
"Alpha, please." Jon bared his neck, the place a claiming bite would go. He couldn't detect the pheromones he was giving off, but he heard Martin's sharp inhale and knew it was potent. It was a dirty trick to play, but Jon knew that.
Martin began to move with new urgency, pushing Jon back up against the pillows behind him and gripping him by the hips, his previous gentleness replaced with something more assertive. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and more forceful. The bed creaked, but it was inaudible over the wet sounds of their bodies meeting over and over, and the eager cries Jon let out every time Martin sank into him. His thighs were wet with his own slick—when Martin's grip faltered and he slipped out, Jon whined loudly in protest.
Martin chuckled and kissed him, a hungry, biting thing. His hands were ungentle on Jon’s jaw. This was a side of him Jon didn’t often get to see, and he desperately wanted to know more. "Hands and knees, love."
Jon rolled over quickly, keeping his knees apart and his arse up. Martin made a rough, helpless sound and slid back in, one arm bracing himself against the headboard, the other holding Jon up against his chest.
"Oh, Jon," breathed Martin, his nose in Jon's hair, and drove into him so hard he squealed. He could feel Martin's knot forming, nearly catching with every thrust. Just thinking about it, about Martin tying him, coming inside him—it made Jon shiver and clench down in anticipation. Martin let out a delightful noise in turn, and Jon felt lips against the shell of his ear. "Mm. Mm! You're all..." His hand traveled down Jon's sweat-slippery body, grabbing roughly at his chest, rubbing calloused fingers over his stomach, over his navel, in wide sweeps over his cock and his cunt, giving him the heel of his hand to grind up against. When he spoke, his tone was equal parts possessively hungry and impossibly sappy. “You’re all mine, Jon. My omega.”
Jon could barely think for his body's outsize reaction to those words. Between that and Martin's steadily growing knot and the sensation of his alpha’s mouth on his neck, on the skin under his ear—
It snuck up on him, almost. Jon came in blissful waves of sensation, scouring his mind empty, making him writhe. He might have cried out; Martin certainly did, hilting himself and grinding up into his wet heat as Jon pulsed around him. The sounds of the room then faded, leaving behind an almost imperceptible ringing, and for a few seconds he simply basked in the overstimulation that accompanied Martin’s every movement. It sent his nerves fizzing gently, just on the good side of too much.
His hearing cleared in a moment, and the thudding of his heart was drowned out once more. He’d come so much slick that every movement Martin made sounded obscene. “Jon,” cried Martin, holding him even closer, his breath warm against his neck, “Jon, god, I’m—”
“Knot me,” demanded Jon.
Martin keened and thrust into him a few more times, savage movements that made Jon yelp, that slammed the headboard hard against the wall. His knot swelled, tying them together, and his hips jerked weakly in place as he came, moaning sweetly into Jon’s shoulder. He collapsed on top of him and slowly rolled to one side, tucking Jon in against his front, still lost in the haze of his orgasm.
They lay there for several long minutes. Jon gently ran his fingers down Martin's forearms, relishing the feeling of being fucked full by an alpha as desirable as Martin. Was it just him or the Beholding cataloguing yet another experience? Jon didn’t feel like that mattered. Not right now, not with that knot inside him, rubbing up against all the right places. Jon didn’t quite have another orgasm in him, but he enjoyed the sensation nonetheless.
He felt it when Martin stopped spilling inside him. He sank into the pillows of their nest, panting, his muscles tensing and relaxing. Jon took one of Martin’s hands in his and gently kissed the back, right above a group of pale freckles. It would take a couple minutes for Martin’s breathing to return to something that would let him speak, but Jon wasn’t in a hurry. They would be here for a good half-hour at least, and Martin’s hand had many more freckles to visit.
“Mmn,” hummed Martin, finally. He kissed the back of Jon’s head, and Jon smiled. “I—” started Martin, and then stopped to clear his throat. He didn’t say anything after that, but he curled tighter around Jon, tangling their legs together. His scent was riotously happy and lovestruck, light and sweet and undercut by the sharper notes of his rut.
Jon knew he probably smelled the same way, but it was detecting it on Martin that made all the difference in the world. He’d made his love this happy, this content; Martin had been long overdue for some loving, and sensing how well he’d done made Jon feel buoyant.
What did he look like, Martin so relaxed and happy behind him? Had his blush traveled further down his chest? Had his expression softened in that lovely manner Jon so often found when he caught Martin looking his way?
They would be face to face next time, and Jon wouldn’t take his eyes off him.
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A/N: I'm sorry about the double spacing in parts 3 and 4. But I hope you liked the fill, as late as it is!
Re: Part 4/4 alpha!Martin, surprise rut
Date: 2020-08-29 07:20 pm (UTC)Re: Part 4/4 alpha!Martin, surprise rut
Date: 2020-08-31 12:54 am (UTC)