comment_fic | Monday - Pop culture

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Hi! I'm Lisa (

raggedy_edge) and I'm going to be your guest host for this week. I hope we have some fun. :)

To start things off, I thought we might play around with pop culture. Its a pretty wide sandbox to play in, so I thought it would be the perfect Monday theme to ease us into the week. Basically you are only limited by what has been released to the masses... movies, songs, books, television, celebrity catch phrases... its all fair game.

Please just make sure to be format your prompts correctly ie:

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

An example of today's theme might be:

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, "somebody has a case of the monday's" (Office Space)

Also, please remember to leave just one prompt per comment, and don't forget if you happen to think up a response to your own prompt, you are more than welcome to answer it.

Finally, if nothing strikes your fancy in today's theme, there are always the Lonely Prompt indexes waiting for your loving attention!

Ok, thats it for now, have fun!

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From:

entropynchaos.livejournal.com

Comes immediately after this (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/22536.html?thread=3727112#t3727112).

Lancelot stumbles, but catches himself on one of the posts, and then crawls up and over Merlin, until they’re face to face – Merlin’s eyes still sparking dangerously.

“Keep the gag on him,” Arthur orders, and Lancelot grins when Merlin’s eyes narrow with annoyance. He knows, by now, how much Merlin needs to be able to use his mouth during sex – and not like that. He needs to be able to moan and beg and whimper, to curse and promise anything, please, Arthur, more, Lancelot, now.

But Merlin’s arms are stretched above his head, wrists tied with the softest rope Arthur could find, and he’s naked and already spread out, legs wide and Lancelot reaches down and slips two fingers in so easily because Arthur made Merlin prepare himself while they worked before they tied him down. Below him, Merlin whimpers, sound muffled through the gag, and he bucks up as much as he can, given that Lancelot is crouched over him.

And Lancelot knows that Merlin can get out of this any time – the slightest thought would have the ropes untying and unravelling themselves into useless strands – but that’s what makes this so very amazing; Merlin, tied up and desperate and wanting, willing to promise everything, anything (if he could), if only someone will touch him, use him and fill him up.

The bed dips and shakes as Arthur climbs on and reaches for Lancelot, drawing him into a kiss that makes Merlin strain at his bonds. His fingers are still in Merlin, slipping in and out so slowly and so very much not enough for Merlin if his glare is anything to go by when Lancelot looks back down at him.

“Go slowly,” Arthur tells him, his fingers running through Lancelot’s hair, and Lancelot leans into the touch even as he slides his fingers out of Merlin and repositions the two of them, wrapping Merlin’s legs around his waist and pushing in so easily. In front of him, Arthur holds Merlin down with a hand pressed flat on his chest, and Merlin struggles under it, hands tied and useless and eyes wide and promising things that would be impossible for anyone else – should be, really, but normal rules don’t seem to apply to Merlin.

Arthur leans over Merlin, mouth close to the younger man’s ear and hands roaming over Merlin’s too-pale skin, short nails bringing up red welts and Lancelot can hear him whispering constant, dirty things to Merlin as Lancelot buries himself deep, deeper, deepest inside that hot, tight heat.

Edited Date: 2009-04-13 06:21 pm (UTC)