Theme: Quickies, Frantic Gropes, Desperate Times

[tavern_keeper]

Welcome! This month's theme is Quickies, Frantic Gropes, Desperate Times. We hope you can join us for a roll in the hay :D

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[yesimafan]

[yesimafan]

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[alby_mangroves]

BLESS. YOU. <3___<3

[yesimafan]

BEST FRANTIC GROPE EVER!!! :-D

[yesimafan]

Great theme!! Plot bunnies are groping me all over the place!

[alby_mangroves]

EEEEEE YES!

[anonymous]

*GLOMPS THE TAVERN & EVERYONE IN IT!* Ok, a bit of quickie-ly scribbled porny silliness/crap poetry to celebrate the new theme. Warning for abuse of office supplies. ;-)

Quickies about Quickies: The Intern Edition

Sometimes Arthur couldn't wait
'Til after work or on a date
He'd text Merlin CEO's in five?
Knowing his father'd skin them alive
If he only knew the things they did
While he was away off in Madrid

Frantic fucking on Uther's desk
'Til all the post-its stank of sex
Arse sweat on budget projections
(Merlin Xeroxing his erection)
Used condoms in the potted plants
Stapler snagged on Arthur's pants
Prints knocked askew on shaking walls
Semen spit in the desktop waterfall
Paper cuts and carpet burn
Ignored in favor of Arthur's turn
At shoving highlighters where the sun don't shine…
Then back to work in record time!

[yesimafan]

omg glorious!!! the desktop waterfall ftw!!

[alby_mangroves]

DEAR ANON, WE LOVE YOU! Fuck this is awesome, thanks for brightening my morning at work. I'm looking at my desk, stapler, post-its in a new light :D

[anonymous]

Very clever nonnie! Arse sweat on budget projections indeed :)

[anonymous]

BRAVO!! Love that you are here, omg love your writing!

[alby_mangroves]

HELLO WHAT'S THIS?!!
Wow and FUCKYEAH AUDIENCE! Lovely, lovely work. So happy this theme inspired you to this awesomeness!!

[alby_mangroves]

A 100 word drabble, if you will!

The scratch of blankets at Merlin's back, faint fireglow beneath his door and faraway sounds; Camelot goes to rest.

Oiled fingers scrabble down, nimbly easing aside a placket, scratching, fluffing crinkly hair. A slow tease, the way he likes.

Eventually he grips.

Gentle tugs, then a roll of the hood, finally hot handfuls of cock, a languid thwap thwap till he’s panting. He’s nearly, oh-

“Merlin!”

FUCK.

Cock punching through sweaty grip, he races, swallows his moan, fills his hand just as Arthur barges in and-

-stills. Stares, cheeks aglow.

Merlin’s laughter follows his retreating back.

[alby_mangroves]

INDEED!