WAIT guys im not done horny posting⊠one more thing⊠Shane and Ilya have bare sex, ok and Shane is all have you ever you know done that with anyone before? And Ilya is like hm no not really and Shane is like what do you mean not really. And Ilya is like well with girls sometimes when I was drunk and being stupid, but Iâd always pull out- Iâve only ever cum inside you Shane. And Shane is like. Oh. Because it kinda didnât matter if Ilya had- but he kinda loves that only heâs given Ilya that. And then heâs just like âI canât really picture you being able to pull outâ and Ilya is like all eye brows and âwhat? What kind of chirp is this Hollander? I am not so stupid to maybe get someone pregnantâ and Shane is just all shrug- âwell whenever we- everytime weâve fucked, even with a condom you donât want to come anywhere but inside me. And you push in so deep when you cum sometimes it knocks my breath out. So. I just canât see itâ he shrugs and Ilya is all.
âWhat the fuck shaneâ and heâs maybe a little hard, and Shane is like âI mean itâs really hot. I like it. I just think youâd suck at pulling outâ and heâs got a little smirk and Ilya is like woooow. Turns into bickering which turns into play fighting which turns into dry humping- which turns into Shane on his back with his legs slung over Ilyaâs hips, Ilya pushing into him bare and slick with lube.
Once heâs all the way inside, mouth panting against Shaneâs, Shane stroking his hand through his hair heâs like âmake sure you pull out okay?â And Ilya pulls back to catch Shaneâs eye and that little gleam he gets in it and oh game on. Ilya is like âof course baby, donât wanna get you pregnant, metros stand no chance without next season if youâre knocked upâ and Shaneâs mouth drops open and his cock throbs between them and he lets out a tiny choked sound and oh. Ilya will be investigating that more later.
But it Shane so itâs game on and he swallows and he says âmm only if you canât control yourself big boyâ and Ilya hates how much that turns him on- and then theyâre fucking and Shane is squirmy and loud under him, hands all over Ilyaâs chest and neck and face and down his back and gripping at his ass and Ilya loooves that he can fuck him like this now, on his back and glued close and not hiding anything between them anymore. Ilyas getting close and his brain is swimming because he wonât prove Shane right- he wonât but fuck it feels so fucking good and Shane is so tight and wet and perfect around him and his cock looks so pretty throbbing and jolting with Ilyaâs thrusts and he loves the way Shane shakes around him after heâs cum and Ilya keeps fucking him through it till he fills him and he wants that and he- he canât heâs going to be good.
And then shane is kissing him, pulling at his hair, scratching at his scalp and saying âm closeâ Ilya all low and soft and fuck Ilya loves him and only Ilya gets him like this and they both need this so badly- itâs the whole universe, how good this feels. And Ilya needs Shane to feel good, heâs nodding, kissing Shane back the best he can as he fucks him, harder, deeper, presses his legs apart further the leverage down and in the way Shane loves and Shane is whining, throwing his head back and mumbling âIlya Ilyaâ and Ilya might die, like this, he thinks one day because itâs too good. Itâs already heaven.
âLet go sweetheartâ Ilya is mumbling and shane is nodding and heâs slurring out âdonât cum, donât cum inside remember, you canâ get me preâ and Ilya is fucking him harder then, Shaneâs words stuttering until he cums, back bowed and all over his stomach and chest and heâs so fucking tight round Ilya and Ilya is so fucking close. So close. He needs to cum- but he needs to cum inside Shane.
Heâs never once had an issue with pulling out, happy to cover tits or face or ass in his cum instead, but Shane is all dazed and shivery and post orgasm gorgeous on his cock and his hands are grabbing soft and open at Ilyaâs back and neck, holding him close and Shane loves being full, Ilya knows this, Ilya loves filling him, he stays inside Shane after sex for as long as he can most times and itâs not right itâs not what he wants, to pull out of the warm secure home of Shaneâs body, where he belongs, where Shane takes him like itâs devotion. Ilya is shivering, his shoulder wracking as he fucks Shane and his pace is slowed and he tries to force his hips to stay on the out stroke. To pull back- but he canât, he canât stop driving in, helpless little fucks of his good because this feels to good, being Shaneâs, connected to him, fucking him open, fitting him on him he canât make himself stop.
Ilya frowns and looks up at Shane and Shane is head back, mouth parted, soft smile as he takes Ilyaâs thrusts, his hand on Ilyaâs cheek now, thumb rubbing and Shane mumbles after a big content sigh âfuck baby I love your cockâ and then Ilya is whining, low and driving into Shane, all the way, sinking his cock so deep it must hurt a bit for Shane, till he has no more space to go and he cums so hard his thigh and lower stomach cramp with it, Shaking as he ruts and pushes up up up into Shane, filling him.
When they both have words again, Shane giggles, fuck drunk and swats at Ilyaâs ass and Ilya is shaking his head and pinching at Shaneâs sides and calling him a cheat! A fucking cheat! He didnât play faiiir and Shane is laughing, open and happy and locks his legs behind Ilyaâs back when he does threaten to pull out and kisses his head and tell him itâs okay he wonât tell alone his pull out game is weak and Ilya pins his hands to the bed to tickle him until Shane is kicking at him and flushed all the way down his chest and Ilya gives in. He slumps onto Shane, biting back his smile. Fuck Shane is so fun and lovely and hot and everything he could have ever wanted. He puts his hand over Shaneâs stomach, spreading his cum out with his fingers, making a mess that Shane will start to bitch about in the next ten or so seconds but Ilya beats him to it, pulls back to look at Shane and ask âwhat will we call the baby?â And then Shane is pushing Ilya out of him, avoiding eye contact and flushing and stumbling on dazed legs to the shower. Ilya catches his smile in the bathroom mirror as Ilya chases after him.
So I was thinking about Percy's mark of Achilles and how it got washed away when he entered camp Jupiter, and I was thinking that was kind of weird, cus that seems like a huge advantage for the Seven and it was strange that Hera would remove it, but then I thought what's the Alternative? Why didnt Hera choose Annabeth maybe to do the exchange? She was a leader too, she was at Camp half Blood five years longer than Percy. But then I realise can you fucking imagine Percy's reaction?? When he finds out his girlfriend got kidnapped by Hera, had her memory erased, got dumped in the middle of nowhere, and made to run from monsters for months straight??? He would wreck the Gods' shit Gaia would rock up to Olympus and the only things left standing would be the buildings Annabeth designed.
Ajfkglahfjflflf all of The Lost Hero they're making Jason Piper and Leo put tiny breadcrumbs together to figure out wtf is going on until nearly the end and then on page EIGHT of Son of Neptune the first monsters Percy fights are like "We work for the goddess Gaia she brought us back to life, here's when she'll wake up and here's her evil plan. Cheese N Weiner?"
Merlin's a better man than me if Arthur told me I should have told him my best friend had magic, at said friends funeral, after said best friend saved his life twice and DIED for him?? His ass would not have made it back to Camelot
Merthur + Morgwen take turns ruling Camelot. Morgana is the King in the same sense that Merlin is the Queen. Do you understand me? Hello? Is this thing on?
Merlin needed to steal something from the vaults. Again.
It wasnât as bad as it sounded, really. It was only a book. A very powerful and very magical in nature book, but still a book nonetheless. It wasnât like he was stealing ingots of gold or anything, so really, the King should be thanking him for ridding his beautiful vault of such a not-vault-worthy thing.
Thatâs how he justified it to Lancelot when he asked for his help to get in. Not that Lancelot needed any justificationâ he heard the words âstealâ and âmagicâ and didnât even hesitate to agree. Like a dog wagging its tail upon hearing the word âwalk.â
Merlin needed to stop thinking such things about Lancelot.
Back to the thievery: Merlin had even planned this one out. See, a part of a knightâs duties was standing guard at the most critical locations inside the castle, such as the royal chambers, armoury, or the vault. The day it was Lancelotâs turn to take the post, Merlin handed him an enchanted waterskin. Whoever drank from it would develop a cold immediately. A mild one. Hopefully. He was pretty certain it would be mild.
That night, he stood by the stairs leading down to the vaults, waiting silently. When he heard steps climbing up, he started walking away as if he were passing through. Even though it was too late for servants to be wandering these parts of the castle.
âOh, Merlin, thank God.â Merlin turned at the voice, feigning surprise. Sir Galahad looked sweaty and feverish, his eyes glazed, and Merlin became a little less certain it would be a mild cold. âPlease inform Prince Arthur I must leave my post, I need to go to see the physician. I fear whatever curse is afflicting me is contagious.â
Merlin grimaced at the word âcurse.â He hoped Sir Galahad wouldnât remember it come morning. He also hoped Gaius didnât suspect he had a hand in this. He hoped for many things.
Merlin told him heâd do it immediately and wished him a swift recovery. As soon as Galahad turned to leave, Merlin went in the opposite direction of the royal chambers.Â
Lancelot was waiting for him downstairs. He greeted Merlin with a smile that almost made him trip and fall down the last steps. They didnât say a word. With a murmured spell, Merlin unlocked the heavy doors and slipped in.
It felt like he spent hours in there. Not only was it a big room, it had endless shelves and crates filled with trinkets over trinkets over even more trinkets. Many of them were humming with magic, begging Merlin to take them with him.
He only took what he had come for, though. When he finally found it. An old tome bound in leather. A gilded dragon on the front looked at him with eyes made of emeralds.Â
Just then, Lancelot half-stepped into the vault, standing in the space left by the ajar door. With a panicked expression and hurried hand motions, he mouthed at Merlin, âhurry up.â
Merlin got out as silently and quickly as he could. There was no one else there, but he could hear footsteps slowly descending the stairs. A guard or a knight, by the clinking of armour.
He closed the door and, with another spell, locked it. It made a sound. Just an itty, tiny bit, way too loud sound. The footsteps above stopped, and Merlin heard a sword slowly being drawn. Great.
He looked at Lancelot with wide eyes. He was a hairâs breadth away from him, so close Merlin was touching Lancelotâs armour with the back of his hands, which held the book to his chest. Lancelot hadnât backed away when Merlin exited the vault.
Lancelot mouthed something, but Merlin couldnât decipher it. He was distracted by the movement of Lancelotâs lips so close to him.
And thatâs when the terrible idea popped into his mind.Â
âKiss me,â he mouthed. Lancelot stared at his lips, a confused frown on his face. Not good at reading lips either. Merlin heard the knightâs heavy footsteps quicken their approach. He grabbed Lancelotâs neck and almostâ almost cut the distance between them completely. A single twitch and their lips would be touching.
Lancelot was too close for him to be able to read his expression. He could only tell his eyes widened and his lips parted. Merlin had stopped breathing, and Lancelot too, because he didnât feel his breath on his face.Â
They didnât need to kiss, not really. There were already rumours about them, spread through the castle like wildfire. Started by them, more or less on purposeâ though truthfully less. It was convenient for when they were found in odd places at odd times, or in⊠curious situations. Arthur would ask, âWhere were you last night?â and Merlin would answer, âWith Lancelot,â and theyâd leave it at that. They didnât confirm anything, they didnât deny anything.Â
It wasnât real, though. As much as he wished it was, it was only a cover. An excuse better than the tavern, a lie he wanted to become truth.
Lancelotâs lips brushing his, though⊠that felt real. It felt all much too real, when the feather-light touch became more of a pressure. And then Lancelotâs lips were unquestionably on his. Slightly parted, wet with saliva, breath hot on his face. It was so real and so much better than what Merlin had imagined.
Lancelot pressed closer, making Merlinâs back hit the doors. His whole body was against Merlinâs now; his legs, his mailed chest, and his hands scorching hot where they grabbed Merlinâs hips. Lancelot tilted his head, deepening the kiss, pressing to Merlin even more. As if he wanted to fuse their bodies together. Merlin was unable to do anything but hold onto him with his free hand and kiss back with the hunger of a man who had never known sustenance.
He wasnât even able to hear anything over the sound of his own heartbeat. Until the whirring of a sword being sheathed startled them both enough to jump from each other, hitting their noses in the process.
Leaning against the wall in front of them was a very smug-looking Gwaine.Â
Merlin didnât know how to feel about that. Because on one hand, even if they straight up told Gwaine he had just stolen from the vaults, he would not rat them out, so they were safe. On the other hand, he had just interrupted his first âand probably onlyâ kiss with Lancelot. So he kind of wanted to throw the stupid book at his face.
âGwaine.â Lancelot cleared his throat, stepping back from Merlin, but not completely facing away from him.
âNo, no. Donât stop on my behalf.â He smirked, placing his arms behind his head and making himself comfortable.
âI should go,â Merlin murmured. He clutched the book to his chest and slowly stepped around Lancelot. Reluctant to get out of there, but unable to look at him in the eye.
He wanted Lancelot to stop him. To ask him to stay. To kiss him again. Merlin kept walking, no fingers around his wrist or a wait stopping him.Â
Sometimes, Merlin got the feeling Lancelot, too, liked him like that. Wanted him like that. He had kissed him just now, hadn't he? He thought sometimes Lancelotâs eyes lingered a bit too long on him, or touched him when there was no need, or sought his company out over that of others. But it may just be that they were close friends and people are, you know, friendlier with their close friends.Â
Goddess, he should never have kissed him. It was going to drive him insane.
âIâll, um, see you later,â Lancelot called after him.Â
Merlin nodded and hurried without looking back. He also ignored Gwaineâs cheerful goodbye, and later felt kind of bad about it. It wasnât his fault Merlin was physically unable to think before doing things. To be fair, it was extremely hard to think when Lancelot was as close as he had been right then and there.Â
As he rushed up the stairs, he heard Gwaine say: âI heard a noise down here, like a door closing. I was worried.â
Lancelot answered: âYou should have worried somewhere else.â
Gwaine laughed at that, but Merlinâ it made his heart beat a little bit faster. It may have been his wishful imagination, but Lancelot had sounded as upset as Merlin felt.
s01e05 "Lancelot" /// s04e02 "The Darkest Hour (Part 2)"
fam can we talk about this callback. can we talk about the fact that the chances of lancelot remembering that moment yeaaaars ago are 200% actually. and that's why he's chuckling and wiggling his eyebrows at merlin. can we talk about lancelot remembering something from like 4+ years ago. can we talk about how in s01e05 merlin was like "i can't do this damn spell im gonna fail arthur's gonna die" but the moment he learns lancelot is on his way to fight the griffin, merlin is like- wooosh. lancelot im here we're doing this together. guys can we talk about how lancelot makes merlin more daring and brave. can we talk about how merlin's actions inspire lancelot. guys guys can we talk about mercelot---
prguitarman
kianamaiart
2087
gummygunk
baratheonpilled
titsay
turnnoffyourmind
