#first of all I drew Magnus going left not right LMAO

[theinkventurezone]

Griffin: [...] the boar is like trying to do its own thing but you very, um, uh, dramatically yank on it and again, and start to pull it off over to the right.

[peachiejamie]

@marilyndraws Come get y’all juice!

In all seriousness, here it is! I hope you like it and I hope it’s as accurate as it could be. I know I took some creative liberties but I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it. There are a few places where I was unhappy with it while writing. The pacing is a bit off and the characterization isn’t great but I hope you like it!

Have a great days otherwise!💖 AjdnsjJANSJS god I hope you enjoy it. Your art is just wonderful and I scream every time!!

Here’s the piece!

Missing Persons

Statement of Amy Bassmaji regarding her time working in missing persons. Original statement given January 5, 2016. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

Okay, listen.

I’m not... I’m not crazy. I promise you I’m not crazy. I haven’t had a history of mental illness, my family doesn’t have a line of any of that type of shit. I am, all things considered, perfectly sane. I’m- I’m sound off mind, I swear. You have to believe me. What I saw is absolutely fucking crazy but you have to believe me.

I’ve tried to tell people but all they do is look at me like I’m losing my mind and... and honestly, I think I might be...

I just... I can’t handle another look like that. I don’t think I can take another. But... you’ll believe me, won’t you? This is what your institute is for?

Lord, what am I doing? I didn’t even believe in your credibility a week ago and now?

Just... I’m not crazy. That’s all you need to know, I am not crazy. I saw what I saw. And what I saw couldn’t have been a lie.

See, I work in missing persons. Or... at least, I worked in missing persons. Some people were easier to locate than others, just as a few are more unsettling than some. Usually, the missing report could be some kid running away or a sloppy kidnapping. It isn’t normally too bad.

I never really dealt with the more heavy missing persons cases. I was still climbing the ladder until recently. I got a promotion, which I was ecstatic about. Finally, some progress, you know? All that hard work finally paying off, finally being able to look at the fruits of my labor. It was... thrilling. I hadn’t looked forward to something in a while.

It was normal at first. Maybe not as riveting as I had dreamed for it to be but it was good. Most of my coworkers were wonderful, though some of them had their moments. All things considered, they were normal. They didn’t stick out for being amazing but they didn’t stick out for being terrible either. They were just... average.

Now, here’s the thing. I said most for a reason. Nearly all of them were just... normal but there was one exception to that.

Her name was Marilyn. Marilyn Hightower. At first glance, she was just like everyone else. She blended in just like I did. Just like you do. Just like... well, most do. She helped find a good few. She was reliable, efficient, and well trusted by the staff. I shouldn’t have been bothered by her.

Yet despite all that... I hated being around her.

I don’t know how to describe it, the feeling she gave me. It was just wrong. It was like there was something crawling up my back, agonizingly slow and dangerous. Like I was an insect trapped in the web of an eight legged monster.

I don’t know if I’m just saying that because of what I know now but looking back, I should have known. The clues were all there I just... I just couldn’t have known what it all meant.

What am I saying? I don’t even know what it all means now. I came here hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could. Maybe you know about this shit with spiders and webs and missing people. Maybe you can make sense of what the hell is going on and what the hell happened to me.

I don’t... I don’t know why I was the only one who seemed unsettled by her. I didn’t say anything about my unease because everyone else loved her. My superiors, my coworkers, hell, even my friends. They all seemed fine with her and I... I didn’t. I wasn’t. And I didn’t want to ruin what I got so I... I just kept my mouth shut.

I thought that maybe it was just me. Probably just me being an asshole, I thought. Just forget about it, just let it go. Maybe she just rubs me the wrong way, maybe it’s just that our personalities don’t mesh. There wasn’t anything about her that warranted my displeasure. And the more I watched her interacting with my other coworkers, the more I grew sure of that.

She was just so... vibrant. She got on with everyone like a damn house on fire and I was sure that it was just me. It had to be just me even when she looked at me like I was... I don’t know, food? Prey? She looked at me as if she knew that I didn’t trust her and she was going to do something about it. Like my confusion was some cruel, amusing joke. Some game for her to control and enjoy.

Thinking about it, it probably was.

The thing that changed all that was when I was visiting work late one night. I forgot my laptop in the meeting room because I was in a bit of a rush. My girlfriend and I were heading out for a date and I didn’t want to be any later than I had to be. I guess I lost my mind a bit in the thick of things.

It was supposed to be an in and out sort of thing. I knew the building and it was just a laptop, for fuck sake. It should have been five minutes, tops.

Some of the lights were still on and there were a few people working late in their offices but those people were sparse and we were acquaintances at best. I was as good as alone but at the time it felt like a comfort, knowing that I wasn’t traipsing through a completely desolate police building.

When I got to the meeting room, I was surprised to find that there was a light still on. Not all the lights, just one. It was the overhead lamp that hung in front of the board, illuminating the red yarn that connected staples photos, letters, news clippings, and locations. You know, the like. The type of stuff you see on TV.

It was dim in the darkness but it spilled out into the room.

It shouldn’t have been unsettling but there was this gut feeling that something was wrong. It twisted and convulsed in my chest and I felt... delirious. I wondered if anyone was still here this late at night. It wouldn’t surprise me, the department we work in tends to keep all of us up.

You don’t realize how many people go missing but working in a place like I do...? It tends to give you perspective. You get multiple reports at least every other day of normal, breathing people disappearing off the face of the Earth. You have to see hundreds of pictures of smiling faces that, more often than not, never get found again. It’s soul crushing, in a way. Realizing that so many normal people disappear out of thin air.

Realizing that the people that you walk by on the street or the people that you love could be one of them. Or how many loved ones will never be able to see that missing person ever again, nor will they ever have the closure of knowing what happened to them.

It’s why I got into the field that I did. My brother disappeared when I was fifteen. I guess... I guess knowing the pain personally does that. I always thought that everyone joined for the same purpose, for genuinely trying to find people and bring them back. To make sure no one has to lose another person again.

I was wrong.

God, I was wrong.

Being in that room sent shivers down my spine. I don’t know what it was but the shadows that the yarn cast looked like webs, intricate and wrapping and waiting. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to snag me. Trap me. But trap me for what? Trap me for who? And I could have sworn there was something in my ear, this odd... scratching noise.

I ignored it. It would go away soon enough, I thought . And the sooner I was out the sooner I could escape the prickling in the nape of my neck. I wanted out of that room as soon as I could be.

I should have run then. I should left my stupid laptop and run then.

I crouched to grab it, which was propped in between two chairs right where I left it. I squinted in the dark, reaching forward, but when my hand wrapped around the handle it didn’t wrap around the plastic that it usually did.

No, it wrapped around hundreds of small, moving things.

I screamed. As embarrassing as that is, I screamed. I yanked my hand back and stumbled, tripping and stepping on those things with a terrible, disgusting squelch. my ears rung for god knows how long but I searched for whatever the hell I was surrounded by.

And that’s when I heard it.

And that’s when I realized it.

The scuttling.

The spiders.

The sounds of hundreds of thousands of millions of spiders moving and crawling and writhing where the light does not reach. I could see them now, their shapeless form shifting and climbing in the darkness, crawling up the walls and onto the table with their millions of legs and beady, malicious eyes.

They were hapless, moving as one and covering the room like a thick grime.

I was too terrified to scream, too terrified to move. It felt like there were cobwebs in my throat, clogged in my joints and tightening around my neck like a noose made by that suffocating ocean of spiders that surrounded me. I was drowning in it, drowning in the terror that consumed me.

I felt nauseous, I felt sick. I felt afraid. Would they kill me? Consume me like the insects that they trapped in their web?

Then I looked up.

Then I looked up and there she was. Marilyn. She stood in the light of that damned lamp and smiled at me, sneered at me. Her eyes glowed with the same malicious amusement of the monstrosity that filled my ears and choked my lungs. She held a piece of yarn in her hand, pinched in between her fingers as she smiled.

The spiders seemed to grow erratic with excitement and something else. Something like hunger. Something like desperation. Their scuttling and movement grew louder, grew faster. They pooled at my feet as if they were waiting for some barrier around me to break. And I knew that barrier of brief protection would break the second she let it. And in that moment, I realized that I wasn’t just some victim.

I was the insect in the web.

I was the insect trapped in her web. She was the spider and I was her prey and I was stuck in the trap she had created. And I realized that I wasn’t her only victim and I wouldn’t be her last.

She wasn’t here to bring people back. No, she was here to make sure they stayed missing.

She grinned then. I think she must have seen my dawning horror, the bombshell of that epiphany blooming on my face.

I ran. I left my laptop and I ran. I didn’t give her a chance to tell her damned spiders to trap me.

When I got back home, my girlfriend was there. Bless her heart. She helped me the best she could but the worry on her face as I tried to explain what happened made me shut up. She didn’t believe me. She would never believe me. No one would. Hell, I wouldn’t have believed me.

I quit my job the morning after.

I didn’t speak to Marilyn again but I could see her from the window of that room while I was walking back to my car, smiling with that same smile from that night.

I moved as soon as I could but the spiders follow me. Wherever I go, they follow me. Their scuttling fills my ears whenever I close my eyes and their cruel, amused stare glares back at me like a cruel joke.

I don’t like spiders anymore.

...I think I might get an exterminator.

Statement ends.

Ms. Bassmaji’s account of this encounter sounds like a few we’ve had before. The sea of the spiders, the scuttling. It seems Hightower is still terrorizing the innocent with the help of the Web. Unsurprisingly... we cannot make a follow up with Ms. Bassmaji.

However, Tim did some digging with records and found both Amy Bassmaji and Marilyn Hightower as employed. However, Marilyn still proves to be as slippery as a damn eel and disappeared before we could locate her.

Martin did some digging himself, finding out that Ms. Bassmaji was reported as missing by her girlfriend, Katelyn Palmer, in May of 2017.

Prior to her disappearance, there was a spider infestation in their flat. Oddly, only their flat was exclusively effected. No amount of pest control could have gotten rid of them. Odder yet, Ms. Palmer states that as soon as Ms. Bassmaji went missing, the spiders seemed to disappear with her.

I hope that she didn’t suffer too long, but knowing of the way Hightower kills, I sincerely doubt it. I can only pray that we apprehend her soon.

End recording.

[kinkymagnus]

26 + 89 and maybe a little sub magnus pls??

prompt: cum inflation + sex toys + sub magnus

this was like, shorter and not as good than i hoped, but honestly i have like 30 prompts and i need to get some out and if made sure every one met my ridiculously high standards none of them would ever be published, because i’m a perfectionist who is way too fucking hard on himself lmao. anyway enjoy anon!!

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Magnus was dangling between pleasure and pain. The feeling was intense and wonderful, leaving him shivering on the bed.

He was squirming against his tight bonds, wrists pulling helplessly at the silk ties holding him in place. The silk ropes were enchanted to hold back his magic so he was left completely helpless under Alec.

Every part of his body was tingling and burning with pleasure.

His ass felt stretched and full, his cock felt full and painfully hard, but the ring wrapped around the base kept him from coming.

He couldn’t see, the blindfold firmly in place. The large plug in his ass was vibrating, humming against his sensitive walls. His nipples were swollen and sensitive, tightly clamped.

His cock was bobbing softly as he tugged desperately at the silk ties and thrashed under Alec. He was whining and moaning and drooling around the ball gag firmly strapped to his face. He could feel the tight, comfortable pressure around his neck signifying that he still had the collar on.

His legs were spread wide, tied apart and helplessly parted to expose his stuffed hole.

Alec’s eyes were hungrily devouring every inch of his trembling body, watching his tight ass clench and unclench around the large plug, watching his thighs tremble and tense, watching his pink, swollen lips stretched obscenely around the gag. And his cock, his beautiful, thick cock—it was flushed and hard, the little sound gently stretching it. Every time it bobbed Magnus whimpered, the slim rod inside no doubt making him feel full and hot.

He looked beautiful. Hickeys scattered all over his well-built body, chest heaving as he panted and whimpered around the gag, legs spread wide and eager for him. his bulging arms strapped above his head and leaving himself helpless and indecently exposed. The plain, black collar wrapped around his neck, partially covering one of the hickeys.

He looked so needy and wanton, all the obscene moans and delicious little trembles he was making as he helplessly writhed and silently begged like a slut.

Alec had already kissed all over him like this, drawing more sweet and needy sounds from his throat. He’d do it again, too, he’d leave even more hickeys all over him—paying special attention to his sensitive thighs and neck, as he always did.

And now… it was time to bring it up a notch.

Alec finally put his hands on Magnus again, his big hands cupping Magnus’s hips. Immediately, Magnus bucked upwards, trying to get more of his touch, and Alec pulled away, teasing him.

Normally, Magnus would say something playful and teasing right about now, or he might groan just fuck me already, but now—well, even if he wasn’t gagged, he was gone. Mind lost in a haze of need and lust, floating on cloud nine.

Instead he just whimpered helplessly, hips stuttering against the bed.

Alec bent down and kissed the side of his cock gently. Magnus’s jaw clenched around the gag.

Alec smirked. “I’m gonna take this out now, okay, baby?”

He gently drew the sound out, relishing the broken moan Magnus gave, the way his spine arched.

He lay it on the bedside table before returning to settle between Magnus’s legs.

He licked up Magnus’s cock, drawing more noises from him.

He didn’t spend too long teasing him with his mouth, instead choosing to pay attention to Magnus’s ass.

First, he bent down to gently lick at his flared rim, teasing him open around the toy, making his hips twitch against the hands firmly pinning them.

Then, he slowly, slowly dragged the toy from his ass, watching his loose, slutty hole twitch around nothing.

He was so tempted to push his cock in now—feel that hot, slick hole around him—but he knew it had to wait. There was still plenty of teasing to do.

“Hmm… what should I release you from first?” Alec mused.

Magnus whimpered.

“Hmm… I want to hear you beg,” Alec decided. “You’re always such a delightful little slut when you’re teased.”

Magnus moaned loudly in agreement. Alec’s words sent heat radiating through his body—normally, he didn’t care much for name-calling in bed. But Alec made it sexy—the confidence, the love, the affection in every gesture… and it was hot when he trusted Alec, he loved being desperate and needy and submissive and letting go when it was for someone he trusted.

Alec gently undid the straps on the gag and eased open Magnus’s jaw, pulling the gag from his mouth.

Once the gag was free, Alec leaned down and kissed him deeply, tongue slipping into his mouth. Magnus moaned, trying to move forward to deepen the kiss but held back by the restraints.

After a moment, Alec pulled back. “No speaking,” he said softly. “But make all the noise you want. Sound good?”

Magnus nodded, biting his lip.

“Good,” Alec said. “Now I’m gonna remove the clamps. Feel free to make all the noise you like.”

He bent down and gently removed the clamps on his nipples, easing them off to make sure that it wouldn’t hurt too much. Magnus shuddered and gave another muffled moan as blood rushed back to his abused nipples. It was a dizzying sensation, leaving him shivering with pleasure.

Alec leaned down, kissing up his chest. Magnus whimpered, knowing what was coming.

Alec reached his nipples, taking turns kissing and licking each one. He didn’t let up even when Magnus shuddered and whined in pleasure, continuing to kiss them and suck them and licking them, gently taking them between his teeth and tugging them.

Soon enough, Magnus was mewling and squirming away from the overpowering stimulation, his oversensitive nipples throbbing with pleasure and pain.

He couldn’t do anything but squirm and whimper, crying out and twisting away from Alec’s mouth instinctively.

If not for the cock ring, it would have been enough for him to come untouched.

“A…Alexander, please!” Magnus moaned. His voice was hoarse. He hadn’t spoken since the foreplay, so his voice was out of use.

“Mm… you weren’t supposed to speak, slut,” Alec teased. He pinched one of Magnus’s nipples with his fingers, tugging gently.

Magnus gasped out a moan. “O-oh… I’m sorry, I’m… please…”

Alec pinched the other nipple mercilessly. Magnus cried out. He waited for another pinch or kiss or swirl of Alec’s tongue, but none came.

Alec had stopped—it wouldn’t do to hurt Magnus, after all.

“Mm… should I take off the blindfold?” Alec mused. “On one hand… you don’t deserve the reward after disobeying, little slut.”

Magnus’s cock twitched, and he bit back another moan.

“On the other… I do so love seeing those beautiful eyes of yours.”

There was a moment of silence. Magnus didn’t dare speak.

“How about we compromise?” Alec said, a devious thought coming to mind. “I’ll take off your blindfold, but I’ll put the gag back in.”

He slid off the blindfold, and Magnus blearily blinked up at him, golden cat eyes dazed but fond.

“That feels like an unfair exchange,” Magnus said, smiling weakly.

Alec kissed him, then leaned over to retrieve the gag he’d tossed aside. Magnus willingly opened his mouth, allowing Alec to slide the gag back in. Alec gently strapped it on, then leaned back to admire the result.

His hand cupped Magnus’s face, thumb stroking his cheekbone. They stared at each other for a minute, before Alec withdrew. “Time to take it up a notch,” Alec said. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Magnus made an eager noise around the gag, eyes bright.

“With a toy,” Alec finished, smirking. “You haven’t earned my cock yet.”

Magnus gave a frustrated moan, head falling back on the pillow.

He felt Alec get up, bed shifting as his weight disappeared.

Magnus waited impatiently, feeling exposed and needy.

But Alec was back soon enough, holding something red. Magnus craned his neck to see—it was a rather long, ridged toy, notched with balls from small to large at the base.

Alec didn’t waste any time. He settled between Magnus’s widely spread legs, one hand massaging circles on his thigh.

“You ready, baby?”

Magnus nodded.

“Good.”

Magnus felt the smallest ball of the toy—the tip—pressing into his hole. Alec went slow but steady—the first several balls slid into him with little effort.

After that, the stretch steadily got wider, making Magnus moan and rock his hips ever-so-slightly into it.

The toy went deep into him, hole stretched open around the widest part of each ball over and over as each one was pushed into him.

Until he was taking the toy near to the base, his sensitive and raw rim forced open around the thickest parts of the toy, then given a brief moment of relaxation only to be stretched wide open again.

And then Alec pushed the last one in, watching as his hole struggled to close around the thick base. Only the little handle was left outside of him, ready for Alec to pull the toy out again.

Magnus was left panting and moaning and drooling a little, still tied and gagged.

Alec let it sit there for a moment, eyes taking in every beautiful inch of his boyfriend.

Then he slowly pulled out the largest ball, watching Magnus’s eyes roll back as he moaned around the gag.

He tugged at it, removing just as maddeningly steady as he’d put it in.

Magnus wanted to do something, anything, to vent the pleasure he was feeling. It was all too much, but he couldn’t scream, he couldn’t thrash or fuck himself on the toy.

He couldn’t even let off some steam via magical outburst—the enchanted ties held strong, leaving him unable to do anything but lie on the bed and take everything Alec was giving him.

Alec was taking his goddamn time drawing the toy from him, watching his ass dilate around it each time.

Magnus could feel each ball of the toy stretching him open, feeling like the widest parts were stretching his rim all the way only for the pressure to relax… but only for a moment before it was happening again.

The sensation was delicious.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last too long. The toy could only go so deep, after all.

Soon, the tip was sliding out of him and Magnus was left trembling and clenching around nothing.

“Should I put it back in?” Alec mused. “Or are you getting impatient for the main show?”

Magnus moaned enthusiastically, hoping he was conveying please put your cock in me well enough.

Alec reached forward, hand cupping his face and thumb brushing his cheekbone. “You want a real cock, don’t you?” he said, sounding a little amused. “Don’t worry… you’ve been very good for me, little cockslut.”

Magnus’s cock twitched again. He was still painfully hard, kept from release by the ring.

“I’ll reward you,” Alec said, climbing on top of him, lining himself up.

And then, with no warning, he slammed all the way in.

The slide in was smooth, as Magnus was still well-lubed and stretched-open.

Magnus’s eyes rolled back, jaw straining to fall open further. Alec’s cock felt twice as big as the toy that had been in his ass.

Really, it was probably as thick as the base had been, but it was just as thick the whole length of it and the sensation of al of him being stretched that wide was overwhelmingly good.

Alec set a rough, deep pace, fucking him with no mercy. Magnus pulled at the bonds, screaming and drooling around the gag, trembling as he helplessly let his ass take every thrust of Alec’s huge cock. His magic was humming relentlessly under his skin, buzzing and adding to the sensation of overwhelmed pleasure.

Alec changed the angle of his hips, aiming for Magnus’s prostate. Going by the way Magnus gave a muffled scream, he succeeded.

“Oh, fuck it,” Alec growled. He’d planned to make Magnus cum like this, gagged and bound, but he couldn’t wait to hear those beautiful noises anymore. “I want to hear you, slut.”

He undid the gag and Magnus spat it out. Alec threw it aside and kissed him hungrily, quickening his pace.

Magnus was squealing and moaning as Alec pounded into his ass, gripping his hips tightly as he fucked him. It felt so good, pleasure bursting through him, hot and tingling and perfect. The fullness in his ass, the collar around his neck, the way he was helplessly bound under Alec.

And then Alec was groaning, hips stuttering as he clutched Magnus closer. And he came, hot cum spraying deep inside Magnus’s ass, making him cry out and tug at the restraints.

Alec pulled out, feeling satisfied. Magnus’s hole was loose and hot, cum dribbling down his thighs.

Magnus was left sobbing and hard, begging Alec to let him come.

Alec stroked his cock carefully, coaxing himself into staying hard. Magnus cried out as Alec pushed in again, cock filling him up and thrusting languidly.

Alec teased him, thrusting slowly and kissing him and occasionally slipping his hand between them to play with his sensitive nipples or stroke his cock.

And he built his pace gradually, fucking him harder and harder.

Eventually he came again, leaving Magnus shaking and moaning as he felt more hot seed spilling into him, slicking up his hole.

Alec didn’t pull out this time. Instead, he leaned back (cock pulling out slightly and making Magnus whimper) and untied his legs, hands massaging his thighs.

Then he hitched one leg up and thrust in.

Magnus’s eyes rolled back and he screamed.

Alec’s cock was reaching even deeper inside him, slipping wetly through his own cum. Magnus trembled and moaned, cock painfully hard, tugging uselessly at the ropes.

Alec came again. Magnus moaned loudly, feeling the large amount of cum in his ass, filling him up. It was spilling out of him with every thrust, leaking out of his ass. Every thrust into his ass made obscene noises.

Alec slowed his thrusts, panting into Magnus’s neck.

He leaned back, and gently hooked Magnus’s other leg over his shoulder. Now Magnus was flat on his back, both legs hitched in the air. Magnus whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to ready himself.

Alec’s hand cupped his face. Magnus slowly opened his teary eyes. Alec looked into his hazy, needy cat eyes and then thrust.

Magnus screamed again, feeling the heat building in his body all over again. His ass was loose and sore and full, stuffed with cum.

Alec drew him to the edge again and again, fucking him until he begged for mercy, until his cock was flushed and painfully hard, until he was sobbing with pleasure.

Alec filled him with cum until he was obscenely hot and slick and dripping inside, until his thighs were shaking and coated white.

By the time he was done, Magnus was a shuddering wreck, ass stuffed to its limit, belly actually bulged outward slightly from how much Alec had filled him, cum covering his thighs and soaking the sheets below him.

“You’re such a good cumslut,” Alec purred. “Oh, look at you… look how full you are.”

Magnus whimpered something incoherent. He was crying, tears streaming down his flushed face. He felt so good, but the denial of his orgasm was making him feel shaken apart, loose and hot and needy and lost.

“You’re gonna come when I tell you, okay, slut?” Alec said, voice soft and teasing. “I’m gonna take off this ring and you’re gonna control yourself… and when I tell you to come, you will.”

“Y-yes,” Magnus said.

Alec flicked off the ring.

Magnus made a noise of pure desperation and need, but he managed to hold back. His was face was flushed, his body trembling so hard he was almost vibrating.

“Come.”

Magnus screamed. His body was shaking uncontrollably as overwhelming pleasure finally washed over him. Alec groaned and came himself, kissing messily up Magnus’s neck as he emptied himself in that slick, hot ass one last time. Magnus’s tight muscles clenching around him milked his cock dry one last time.

It felt like the best orgasm of Magnus’s life—so much pleasure, and elongated by the cum pumping into his ass.

After a long moment, Magnus collapsed back against the bed, limp and whining softly. Alec kissed his cheek, groaning as he pulled himself up. He slowly dragged his cock from Magnus’s sloppy, slutty ass.

His asshole was gaping, drooling thick ropes of cum. Alec bent down and licked across it, tasting himself and Magnus’s musky skin.

Magnus whimpered, squirming away, ass clenching loosely in protest.

Alec smiled, watching his beautiful boyfriend tremble. He sat up, using his fingers to scoop up some of the seed leaking down Magnus’s thighs.

He pushed it back into Magnus, relishing the little gasps and moans he made as he did. He kept this up until he’d stuffed as much of as it he could back into him, tilting his hips up so it didn’t leak out quite so easily.

He took the plug from earlier and pressed it between Magnus’s cheeks. Magnus moaned but didn’t protest.

Alec pressed it in, his stretched rim easily taking it and clenching loosely around the base.

Magnus moaned, shifting slightly as he felt the fullness from the plug, keeping him stuffed full of cum.

Alec looked up at him, taking in his slightly rounded belly that was swollen with cum, the arms still limply tied above his head, his trembling body, the way his face was flushed and slack with pleasure.

Alec laughed. “Okay, no more teasing. You did so well, baby.”

Magnus hummed. “Mmmm…. I feel so full,” he said. He sounded sleepy, relaxed, happy.

“I should clean you up,” Alec said fondly. “Get you down from those ties.”

He retrieved a cool cloth and did just that, cleaning the remaining traces of cum off of his chest and thighs, kissing along his skin as he did so, then tossing it aside so he could untie him.

He let Magnus down as gently as possible, untying the ropes and massaging his shoulders and arms.

“You did so well,” he murmured, kissing his muscles. “You were so good, okay, love?”

“Mmm.”

Magnus was drifting in a haze, feeling warm and safe. He vaguely felt Alec tug him closer, felt his magic hum happily as the restraints were taken off.

He felt Alec’s lips brush against his forehead, kissing him there gently. “Good night, sweetheart,” he said softly.

Magnus was tucked in Alec’s arms, feeling fingers gently combing through his hair. He fell asleep to the soothing, repetitive motion of Alec’s fingertips rubbing his scalp.

It was perfect.