MEME: to distract from coding
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I'm working on coding up my big rec-list and am now wanting, desperately to do this meme. SO WE SHALL. Because I'm done with PTHON and my betas have all my fic (lovely people that they are to put up with my grammar) and so there is nothing for me to do. I stole this from
leashy_bebes.
You can find my masterlist can be found right here.
♥ Play with me? ♥
♥ Heartbeats: a bit in the future.
♥ Picture Maker: Spain Road Trip.
♥ Picture Maker: Just before Merlin's second collection.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
♥ The Sexual Education of Bradley James: Morning Sex.
♥ Give and Take: When it's not okay.
♥ The One Where Gwaine Gets Cockblocked by Destiny: after. when he gets some.
♥ Shameless: after, when eames gets revenge.
♥ Breeches: after, where there's comeplay.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
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FIC MEME:
Pick one of my stories and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. Can be from any character POV (i.e anyone in the fic).
You can find my masterlist can be found right here.
♥ Heartbeats: a bit in the future.
♥ Picture Maker: Spain Road Trip.
♥ Picture Maker: Just before Merlin's second collection.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
♥ The Sexual Education of Bradley James: Morning Sex.
♥ Give and Take: When it's not okay.
♥ The One Where Gwaine Gets Cockblocked by Destiny: after. when he gets some.
♥ Shameless: after, when eames gets revenge.
♥ Breeches: after, where there's comeplay.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
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Date: 2011-06-16 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-16 08:25 pm (UTC)Arthur blinks awake. He hardly has to remind himself that he's in the back of a van, piloted by Will (that is to say, driven recklessly and without care for law or order or life), on his way through the Spanish countryside because it's all apparent when he wakes with something very wet sliding down the space between his arse cheeks. He was wearing pants before. He's sure of it.
"What—" He twists around and almost falls on his face because the van isn't exactly moving in a linear direction. "Merlin," he hisses, but Merlin only smiles, eyes glazed over as he looks up from where he's most definitely planning to give Arthur the rimming of his life.
Merlin has this face, this face that says: No, I don't give a single fuck about your sense of decorum or dignity or hygiene because I need you now and you love me, so give me what I want.
Arthur sees this face a lot.
"Shh," Merlin moans spreading Arthur's cheeks apart and rubbing his face along the space that's exposed. Arthur flushes, his cock impossibly hard with embarrassment and affection and—fuck, what the hell is Merlin thinking?
"Merlin, the models are right there," Arthur whispers, choking on his moan when Merlin flicks his tongue against Arthur's too sensitive hole. He's beat red with embarrassment now, at the fact that he can see the models pretending to sleep as they watch Merlin take advantage of him, right there, on the van's filthy interior carpet.
He can't seem to say 'no' though because, Christ, Merlin know how much Arthur loves this—how much he's been a little lonely with all these people around and no time for just the two of them—how any minute, Arthur feels like he's going to snap and kill Will in a fit of outrage because if they stop one more time for a drug deal or something equally as ridiculous, Arthur's going to call the police himself, just to get them deported back to merry old England.
But not, not now, when Merlin's making slippery and sloppy sounds as he works his tongue into Arthur's hole without mind. He stops every once in a while, when Arthur's moans get too loud and nuzzles at the hole with his nose, pressing chaste kisses and spreading Arthur wider.
"Merlin, you have to stop," Arthur sobs.
Merlin looks up, eyes glinting. "No," he says, leaning back into suck at Arthur's loose, greedy and so sensitive hole. "I don't think I will stop anything."
So he doesn't and that's how Arthur gets rimmed in the middle of Spain with five anorexic models pretending not to watch as Merlin fucks his hole until he comes, rubs himself off on Arthur's calf and then makes Will stop at the next MacDonald's.
Yes, Arthur thinks dazedly, cradling a sleeping Merlin in his lap, ketchup smeared across his face, I really do hate these hipsters-freaks
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Date: 2011-06-16 08:54 pm (UTC)Yes, Arthur thinks dazedly, cradling a sleeping Merlin in his lap, ketchup smeared across his face, I really do hate these hipsters-freaks
THIS LAST LINE. *_____* ugh, the world needs you to write hipster fic for the rest of time, okay.
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Date: 2011-06-16 09:47 pm (UTC)♥ Oh bb, I'm glad you liked this little piece of ridiculousness.
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Date: 2011-06-16 10:04 pm (UTC)(Oddly my favorite thing is Arthur cradling a sleeping ketchup covered Merlin. That makes me coo.)
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Date: 2011-06-16 10:14 pm (UTC)He is such a little perve but he can't help it! He has ~feelings.
(Oddly my favorite thing is Arthur cradling a sleeping ketchup covered Merlin. That makes me coo.): THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING TOO. WE'RE BRAIN TWINS.