The Terror - Prompt Post 1

[coldboys]

This is for prompts for all things AMC's The Terror (2018). Go nuts! 

Cast RPF also goes here, shine on you crazy diamonds. 

If you've filled (or started filling) a prompt, please make sure to link it in the comments of the Fills Post. And if you would like to cross-post your fills on AO3, here is the collection!

If you have questions or comments please contact us in the comments of the Mod Post.

Just to reiterate from the Mod Post, here are the RULES: 


1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.

 

2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.

 

3. Prompts should use this format in the subject line: [SHIP], [DESCRIPTION]

e.g.

Hickey/Crozier, CNC knifeplay

 

Solo gen can be prompted as well alongside (a) character name and description

e.g.

Gen, Edward Little, having a nice day

 

4. Fills should use this format in the subject line: FILL: [TITLE], [PAIRING], [RATING], [ANY WARNINGS]

e.g.

Fill: The Last Hour, Hickey/Tozer, E, cw dubcon

 

5. One prompt per comment please. 

 

6. Multiple fills for each prompt are welcome! 

 

7. You don't have to be anon for your prompts or your fills but we do encourage it because of the vibe. You're also welcome to deanon your stuff by posting on AO3/Tumblr as you please! 

 

8. Feedback on prompts and fills is AWESOME; please take longer conversations to the discussion post.


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Fitzier, A/B/O alpha Fitzjames, omega Francis breeding kink

[(Anonymous)]

As it says on the tin, let Francis be fucked!! Possibility of pregnancy authors choice.

Re: Fitzier, A/B/O alpha Fitzjames, omega Francis breeding kink

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please let him be fucked (and knocked up too).

Crozier/Jopson (pseudo?)incest

[(Anonymous)]

Jopson would like to get fucked by his dad Francis.
+1 for blowjob where Francis calls Thomas son and feeds him his cock

Tozer/dealer's choice, weight gain/feeding/body worship

[(Anonymous)]

Thicc Tozer, specifics up to you. Can be rescue AU where he's put on weight since coming home, can be modern AU, just want to see him with a bit (or a lot) of tum and (cold boy of your choice) feeling a way about it. Bonus points for sexy feeding/stuffing

Re: Tozer/dealer's choice, weight gain/feeding/body worship

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, this one's got me breathing heavy... Thicc Tozer has so much potential, he just looks made for it... might be working on a fill for this. Shh.

Goodsir/Badsir being mean and making Goodsir cry

[(Anonymous)]

Is this modern Au? Is this a dream? I simply want Badsir to make Goodsir cry. Could be a cathartic cry, could be a dubcon cry, whatever, make 👏 Goodsir 👏 cry 👏

Re: Goodsir/Badsir being mean and making Goodsir cry

[(Anonymous)]

He would cry so prettily 🥺

Goodsir/Stanley BDSM

[(Anonymous)]

Goodsir tying up Stanley, fuck the insomnia out of his head

Re: Goodsir/Stanley BDSM

[(Anonymous)]

oh please please please ! bottom stanley is sorely needed !!

Firzier - Victorian State of undress

[(Anonymous)]

Anything with how the perception of what “underwear” is has changed.
Maybe James sees Francis wearing only a shirt and braces? (How indecent he can see the shape of his body under the fabric)
Or James in a dress which yeah sure, but he’s barefoot and the hem is so short you can see his ankles and some leg?
Anything with how they’re so bundled up even a relatively chaste level of undress is now the hottest thing for miles

Re: Firzier - Victorian State of undress

[(Anonymous)]

Please... this is so hot...

Goodsir/any, noncon + magical healing cock

[(Anonymous)]

Goodsir's magical healing cock being discovered when someone noncons him and finds themself suddenly in excellent pre-expedition health. Whether Goodsir himself knew about his magic cock, how exactly his cock magic must be activated, who noncons him, and what they decide to do with him upon discovery is up to the writer. I would just like to see Goodsir suffer for the sake of healing!

Blanky/anyone/everyone - the Fuckmaster

[(Anonymous)]

Because we all know Blanky FUCKS - there’s an orgy, everyone’s invited, and Blanky is in charge. Let’s have him as producer, director, and if your heart so desires the star of the show!

Hickey/anyone - forced drunkenness

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by one of the other prompts here + a very hot Hickey/Crozier fic on AO3, this has awakened a kink or should I say a thirst in me. I want to see what happens when Hickey, notable abstainer from this specific vice, is forced to drink. A lot. Enough to get him drunk, against his will.

Lots of fun options for manner of force (physically forcing the bottle into his mouth? 👀 order backed by threat? medical necessity due to lack of other painkiller? other?), or ways he might try and fail to weasel out of it, or person(s) doing the forcing - which can be any cold boy you wish, or, even some random OC or crossover character as long as there’s a canon character watching and/or canon character involved in the sordid-sexy aftermath. Or, well, I am also into some very good cold boy chastely putting soused ratboy to bed, but, perhaps there are shippy thoughts there upon seeing him in such a state (or from Hickey’s pov, upon being cared for while defenseless). Or, on the other hand, sex of any degree of consent or lack thereof.

Re: Hickey/anyone - forced drunkenness

[(Anonymous)]

jfc this is too good, i need this filled (i am Thinking but making no promises at this time)

Tozer/anyone Trans man Tozer

[(Anonymous)]

would love a fic where Tozer is still big and hairy but also trans. Bonus points if he has a big t-dick

Solo (?) Adam Nagaitis, struggling to take off the prosthetic ass

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to apologize for this one idk if cast rpf is allowed and also idk if I want this in a kink way or just to like. Rotate the psychosexual dynamics in my mind but anyway. God bless you every one

Re: Solo (?) Adam Nagaitis, struggling to take off the prosthetic ass

[(Anonymous)]

please god let it be allowed I need to read this

Jopson/Little, half-brother incest

[(Anonymous)]

Preference toward Modern AU, but any context/backstory/setting works. Maybe they're separated at a young age and find each other later in life, maybe they're with each other all along, dealer's choice.

+1 if one or both of them is slightlyyy underage, +1000 if there's a substantial age difference

Little/Crozier - molly house

[(Anonymous)]

Canon divergence (or pre canon) Crozier and Little secretly agree to rendezvous at a Molly house where they role play Little being a molly boy and Crozier as his willing and very eager customer.

Re: Little/Crozier - molly house

[(Anonymous)]

this is inspired,,, the relationship btwn crozier and little is SO tasty and i'm very curious abt this take on it, esp pre-canon vs. canon-divergence -- how do they know each other? regardless, edward serving crozier in a different way and getting taken care of in return? +1000

Hickey/any, Cornelius Hickey struggling to take a really big dick

[(Anonymous)]

Because I really misread that other fake-bum thread. Hickey bottoming to someone with a dick that is simply too big —- consensual sex, dubcon, noncon, whatever, just to have him be trying to muscle through it.

Little/Tozer - postcanon prison

[(Anonymous)]

The expedition is rescued, and the surviving mutineers are sentenced to hang.

At some point prior to the mutiny, Little and Tozer had had an affair. Against his better judgment, Little now goes to visit Tozer a last time.

Go where you want from there, whether angsty or bittersweet or unexpected last minute prison break adventure.

FILL Little/Tozer - postcanon prison — gen - cw references to hanging and execution

[(Anonymous)]

Edward used to know how long it takes, from the moment the condemned man leaves his cell until he is declared dead. Somebody told him once. An interesting fact which he has never expected to be pertinent to his own life. Surely there must be a man who stands with a pocket watch — a doctor — to record the precise minute of death. He wonders if Tozer knows. Whether they have told him exactly how the Law will take his life.

They were ‘Edward’ and ‘Sol’ once, but not now. Something has come between them, whether it is rank or shame. Or perhaps it is merely that Tozer will be dead soon and he will not, and there is no bridging that divide.

Edward cannot meet his eyes, but nor does he want to look down. If he sees the man’s hands, he will have to think about all the places those hands have been, in every sense.

“They aren’t going to hang him,” says Tozer. “Not guilty by reason of insanity.” No need to say the name. It was a foregone conclusion that that devil would escape the noose, the way he was blabbing about bears who were soul-eating gods. The men who followed him have not been so fortunate.

“Will you come and watch?” asks Tozer, and Edward nearly answers sincerely until he realises that he is being mocked. He will not be there, of course. He has committed no crime that anyone can hang him for, but he has been tested and found wanting a thousand times over, and a coward he remains.

The guard calls out that time is up. Edward hesitates. How should one say goodbye to a man who is going to die — a handshake, or a touch on the arm — but already the guard is ushering him away and the opportunity has gone. He has fumbled and missed his moment, as he always does.

Gibson/Irving, manipulative seduction

[(Anonymous)]

Gibson's more than a bit of a manipulator himself, it just doesn't show up as clearly since he's usually standing next to Hickey. I could easily see him seducing Irving as a way to make extra sure he keeps his mouth shut about what he saw. I think he'd do it slowly and cleverly and make full use of the fact that his job description literally includes dressing and undressing Irving, and he'd probably have Irving feeling guilty for "taking advantage of him".

Hickey in the background being very bad at hiding his jealousy is optional but would be fun.

Re: Gibson/Irving, manipulative seduction

[(Anonymous)]

This is so good!!!

Goodsir/Collins

[(Anonymous)]

Belly kisses

Gibson/Armitage, threats and manipulation

[(Anonymous)]

Gibson isn’t happy that Armitage escaped punishment for the Silna kidnapping while Hickey gets lashed, and he lets Armitage know how he feels about it. Dealer’s choice now he accomplishes this, I would simply love to see Gibson being mean and manipulative without Hickey around to egg him on (because my opinion of Gibson is he’s already Like That, it’s just he and Hickey make each other worse).

Goodsir/Hickey - captivity canon divergence or AU

[(Anonymous)]

I just really love 1. narrative foils and 2. captor/captive shipping

So, maybe a canon divergence where Hickey and Goodsir somehow survive but Hickey is still keeping Goodsir prisoner and they’ve formed a bizarre stockholm-lima mutual hateful-needful codependence.

Or, any kind of AU in any time period, as long as the premise features Hickey kidnapping Goodsir and the two of them in a long term captivity scenario.

It’s equally great for me if this is a sexy bad end forever, or if it (somehow…?!) becomes love, or if they’ve come to a strange stalemate point where they’re effectively just two weirdos sharing lodgings but one or both still frame it this way as excuse to himself for why he’s not left/not killed this guy yet.

Likewise, up to you how the relationship turned sexual and whether/to what extent it’s consensual.

Minifill - gen/pre-relationship, canon divergence, power dynamics, codependence

[(Anonymous)]

AN: This gripped my brain immediately, it ain't much but I hope it's enjoyed nonetheless. Canon divergence, Goodsir didn't die and Hickey's Tuunbaq wounds were less awful/able to be treated. Cut to them in the Artic stumbling god knows where!

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Goodsir loathes him. It's never a question these days. He loathes the man that's forced his hand to desecrate others' bodies, perhaps even hates him for it. For dragging him further and further into the cold, their numbers winnowing down until it is just them.

He loathes the fact that he is here for his hands and his tongue, because Hickey never learned to butcher, and Inuktitut was beneath him. He is a forced guide at what feels like the end of the world, and cannot remember the last time he saw another person until today.

He could leave the man to die, since the Tuunbaq took Hickey's hand off. Could leave him tongueless and hopelessly abandoned. A roughly treated wound and trouble swallowing could kill even the best of men. Hickey has never been the best of men.

But he cannot remember the last face he saw since abandoning the mutineers, and he is as good as a physician nowadays, constantly tending as he is to the other man. First do no harm, and face to face with a Netsilik party he cannot make his treacherous tongue comdemn a man to death. Not out here. Not when they've survived this long by the skin of their teeth.

It takes too long for him to remember what he would have known easily months, maybe even a year, ago. "Sick. Help, please. Hunger, sick, please." It's a jumbled mess that would ashame his past self, but there is a sheer bright relief burning in his chest when the leader of the group seems to grasp his intentions.

They are fed, and furs shared with them. When the group settles for the evening, making a snow-house for the night, Goodsir finds himself exactly where he's been for the last few- days, weeks? Pressed against Hickey's side so they both remain warm, an essential need become habit. There is a loathsome relief that comes with resting his hand against the other man's chest, monitoring his heartbeat even now. Making sure illness won't steal away the last thing he has left.

(Goodsir is not a covetous man. He is not Hickey, after all. But he doesn't pull away when Hickey's own hand curls at his side, a reciprocation of need. Man cannot survive alone, and they are both men out of place.)

Little/Hickey - Discipline, social games, D/s

[(Anonymous)]

Crozier is The Captain but Little runs the ship’s routine day-to-day, meaning he has a lot more contact with, and immediately tangible authority over the men. (a daily daddy, if you will)
While not the most authoritative leader, Little is competent at his job, committed to order, and no fool— Little is very aware of social propriety and maneuvering within the lines. As is our Mr. Hickey, though from a very different angle.

How does Little keep Hickey in line? How might Hickey cross Little’s lines? How does Little impose his authority, if not inclined towards violence or pious appeal? How crazy could Hickey drive the Lt? Where are their limits? How might they compromise? Could they enjoy playing and pressing at their assigned roles? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

Pre- &/or post-lashing.
Not necessarily an overtly sexual prompt, but I’m interested in a range of potential dynamics here, and this is a kink meme, so dangerously horny-full smut is absolutely welcome.

Fitzjames/Ross due to Fitzjames>(<?)Crozier

[(Anonymous)]

Expedition rescued or even expedition successful divergence. Fitzjames and Crozier are back in England, the unresolved sexual tension between them very much still unresolved. Fitzjames can’t quite bring himself to be direct with Crozier, Crozier can’t quite bring himself to embark on one more heartbreak, and on self-destructive impulse, knowing very well the depth of Crozier’s friendship with Ross and suspecting more, Fitzjames jealously seduces Ross into a one night stand.

As to whether Ross/Crozier is or was really a thing or how Ross feels about Fitzjames and Fitzjames’ intentions, I leave it up to you. It is also up to you whether to focus on the Ross/Fitzjames, Fitzier, or Rossier component. Just no character bashing or flat this is the good guy, this is the bad guy stuff, please. I like and am interested in all three characters here, and I love messy people making messy choices. Dubcon is welcome, as is hatesex, but not necessary.

Re: Fitzjames/Ross due to Fitzjames>(<?)Crozier

[(Anonymous)]

I love this!

Anyone, gun kink

[(Anonymous)]

Everything they ate started with a gun. Now all they have left is the guns.

Anyone, getting off to someone else fellating a gun. Basically, “you press a gun to my mouth, I’m gonna give it the best blow job you’ve ever seen”

+ for extra depravity (cw:dub con) their finger is on the trigger and there is the threat that the giver is the next meal

FILL Anyone, gun kink Hodgson/Tozer, cw dubcon and loaded gun

[(Anonymous)]

I hope this is sufficiently rancid for you, OP!



“Mr. Hickey is in one of his dark moods again, isn’t he? I can always tell, even from in here. The sound carries throughout the whole--”

“Be quiet,” Des Voeux hisses, jabbing Hodgson in the leg with the butt of his double-barreled shotgun for good measure. “It’s none of your concern.”

Outside, Hickey holds Tozer hostage while he snarls and raves like a madman. It's true, he has become increasingly unstable over the last few weeks, but Hickey usually reserves his ire for the men, not his second in command. The shouting continues, becoming more and more intense until the crack of a harsh slap reverberates throughout the barren landscape. Hickey calmly walks away, leaving Tozer, red-cheeked and ashamed, to make his way back to the tent.

Tozer storms inside, his strong features sagging in defeat. "Nothin' to be done about it," he mutters. The other occupants of the tent look away respectfully, and it feels like the silence might stretch out forever until a small, quiet voice emerges from the corner of the tent.

"Why would you allow that man to raise a hand to you?"

All eyes shift from Hodgson to Tozer, who is terrifyingly calm as he approaches Des Voeux and picks up the shotgun.

"Hodgson I TOLD you to stop--"

"S'alright, Chas," Tozer interjects. "Let the lieutenant speak."

"I just think… you're the strongest man in this camp, a Royal Marine! Why would you take orders from him? What power does he have over you that you are willing to go along and get us all ki--"

"That's enough." Tozer creeps toward Hodgson like a jungle cat stalking its prey, his gun at the ready. "Since you won't stop talkin' about things you don't understand, I better give you somethin' else to do with that mouth of yours."

Tozer raises the rifle and all the color drains from Hodgson's face. His lower lip trembles and his watery blue eyes go wide with fear, but the air between them crackles with electricity. His belly flutters as he holds Tozer’s gaze and slowly, carefully, opens his mouth.

Tozer wastes no time inserting the rifle between Hodgson's pink lips, his finger securely on the first trigger. "Never took you for a whore, lieutenant," he leers. "Pretty mouth like that, shouldn't be surprised. Only one of these barrels is loaded and I'm not sure which. Give this gun a proper seein'-to and I'll consider not pullin' the trigger."

Tozer pushes the gun in just far enough to trigger Hodgson's gag reflex. He chokes, but recovers quickly, his eyes still locked with Tozer's.

"Now-- suck."

Hodgson places one hand on the gun and runs his tongue along the seam between the two barrels. He closes his lips and sucks, inhaling the heady scent of gunpowder. He finds his rhythm quickly, caressing both barrels with his tongue and contemplating the similarities between the taste of metal and the taste of blood.

Across the tent, Hodgson hears quiet moans and knows that some of the men are pleasuring themselves to this scene, and he struggles to ignore the growing hardness in his own trousers. When he reaches for his member with his free hand, Tozer shoves the gun deeper into his throat until he gags. "None of that," he says, "not until I'm through."

Tozer is panting now, tense with arousal and struggling to hold the heavy gun in place. Hodgson continues to suck like he was born to do it, using his hand to control the depth as he lavishes the gun with kisses and licks. When Tozer's arm is about to give out, Hodgson pulls the gun out of his mouth just enough to speak. "Put it down," he whispers. "Let me help."

Tozer drops the gun and Hodgson opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, preparing to receive Tozer's cock as he would the Eucharist. He barely touches Hodgson's lips before he comes, spilling onto the lower half of the lieutenant's wind-chapped face. Hodgson finishes himself off with a few quick strokes, finally looking away from Tozer as he closes his eyes in ecstasy.

"Good lad," Tozer mutters. He picks up the rifle, returns it to Des Voeux, and exits the tent, his head held high again.

Silna/Sophia modern AU

[(Anonymous)]

I see you across the room and I just had to have you.

Irving/Little, fisting

[(Anonymous)]

+1000000 bonus points if they’re lesbians, Hodge is also permitted to participate if you think it works better!

FILL: Irving/Little (but lesbians), fisting

[(Anonymous)]

In this room the bed creaks. This is her brother's house, it is Jane's place of employment; they have taken the bedclothes and set them on the floor. The wood digs now into Eleanor's hip and elbow where she is braced on her side. Jane reaches up and takes a fistful of her nightgown, and Eleanor pushes harder into her, three fingers hooking against bone. Jane gasps and sets her teeth against the gasp - her breath has a sour, greenish astringence that can only be gin. "Put it inside," she whispers, and when Eleanor falters she wraps her fingers about Eleanor's wrist and then pushes her thumb into the little pad of muscle where her palm flares from her wrist.

"Oh," says Eleanor faintly, and then, "God. God - won't it hurt?"

"No," Jane says. She sounds nearly peevish, and Eleanor breathes a laugh through her nose. Jane stiffens a little and Eleanor is worried for a moment that she will turn haughty and call it all off. She slides her fingers free and Jane makes a raw little whimper.

For a moment they are silent. Eleanor's hand hangs stupidly in the dark between them - it has a dim glow in the slice of grey moonlight between the two curtain-halves. "How must I…?" she says, and Jane says nothing at all.

At first she fumbles it, trying to force it like a wedge, until she thinks to narrow her hand by folding in her thumb. Jane is wide open and she can work herself inside, turning her wrist, making way, until she feels the fat muscle at the base of her palm founder against the lip of her - her, Jane, who is breathing now in little fits, who is whispering something that sounds suspiciously prayerful.

Eleanor presses up until there is a little burst of pressure and she nudges inside altogether. She feels that in her gut, a bolt of hard warmth. Jane cries out, smothering the cry with her own hand. Her cunny wrings at Eleanor's fingers; it feels like a muscle, like a mouth, hot and raw, drawing taut when Eleanor twists her wrist.

"Oh, God," Jane is saying, "oh, my God," and Eleanor flinches a little, embarrassed, because this now is certainly a prayer. But she keeps it up, moving inside her - she is more caught up in it than she had realised, it is work to keep steady and slow, she wants to drive hard into her.

Jane's fingertips butt briefly against the inside of Eleanor's wrist; she is rutting against her own palm. Eleanor lets out a little groan and immediately Jane yanks her hand back. For God's sake, Eleanor thinks, and shifts so she can work her over with her other hand. The bud of her is swollen hard, too slippery to catch - Eleanor wants it in her mouth, the want sudden and mortifyingly acute. The logistics of it though are just now beyond her, and she keeps to her task, pressing at Jane in hard flexing circles until she sobs and twists and cinches around Eleanor's hand with such a force that she is a little alarmed.

When she draws her hand out it is sore and hot - well-used - and wet past the wrist. She wipes it on the thin sheet and regrets it at once, knows with a pang of dread that she has left behind blood, a handprint; but when she holds the cloth up to the weak light from the window there is only a smear of translucence like she has rubbed at a fogged mirror.

Jane is still lying slack but has plainly come back to herself a little: Eleanor feels herself watched. She makes no move for Jane - it is hard to guess at what she will permit from one occasion to the next. "Are you quite fine?" she says, and Jane says nothing but pulls Eleanor down on top of her - terribly awkward about it, but the relief is unexpectedly sharp. She rocks against Jane's sweet plump thigh and then hitches up to grind against the point of her hip, and her crisis comes on so quickly there is a little ribbon of pain in it. When it is through her though she feels warm and loose and bright, and strokes fumblingly at Jane's sleek hair, which has come out of its plait and is spread over the pillow.

Presently she gets up and fetches the water glass from her bedside table for them to share. It is tinny and there is not enough of it. Already she can feel Jane becoming cool with her, though she is collegial enough as they haul the bedding back up onto the mattress and set it aright. Jane will need a fortnight or so to repent of this, and she will be churlish about it - Eleanor cannot hold it against her. Just now she feels quite gently towards her, quite comradely; she is glad they were thrown together this way, in this house. Eleanor will be sorry when she goes, though God knows the children will not. She finds the candlestick and lights it again, that Jane may go safely back to her room.

Hickey/Tozer, T4T, cockslut Hickey

[(Anonymous)]

I just think Hickey should take Tozer's massive strap and get absolutely railed. Obsessed with insatiable slut Hickey just wanting to be stuffed with cock and used and fucked for hours, begging for more even when he's wrung out from having orgasm after orgasm. He's overstimulated but that's part of the fun, he just wants to keep on coming until he can't take any more.