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shad0w-ink · 18 days
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redraw of Sun & Moon Merthur
Many think that the God of the Sun and the God of the Moon hate each other, that they both compete for the sky.
But truly they've been married for over millennia and are just a very competitive couple
( I might be making a comeback...maybe...possibly..idk yet)
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mlm-writer · 1 year
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Emails and Interludes (Arthur Pendragon x M!Reader)
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Pairing: Dom CEO Arthur Pendragon x Sub Cis Male Employee Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1395 POV: Second Summary: You CEO has control over your vibrating buttplug and since he is the boss, he gets to play with it whenever the fuck he wants. Note: For the prompt ‘vibrator’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here.  Tags: bluetooth sex toys, modern AU, CEO AU, buttplugs, dom/sub, humiliation kink (?), pain play, degradation kink, etablished relationship, safe sane and consensual, little bit of crying and aftercare
You had been answering emails for the better part of two hours, when something suddenly started buzzing. It was not your phone. You cleared your throat and leaned your elbow on the desk, hiding half your face with your hand on your chin, trying to disguise that the vibrating butt plug you had in just came to life, while you were in your cubicle at the office. 
With one hand you unlocked your phone, checking if you missed any messages from your boyfriend. However, it seemed he just decided to play with you without any notice. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping your cock would not get too excited. 
What started out as a gentle vibration, grew to an intense stimulation of your prostate. You bit your lip and hit your face with your hands, trying to make it look like a headache. “Sir, are you okay?” You looked up to see one of the interns leaning against your desk, looking worried. Guinevere was such a sweet girl, but you really did not need her kindness right now. 
You nodded your head. “Yeah, just a bit of a headache.” She put the pile of papers she had been holding onto your desk and put a hand on your forehead. You did not protest, putting all your energy into keeping a straight face. 
“You’re not heating up. Do you want paracetamol? I always keep some in my bag.” You nodded your head again and watched her scurry off with her papers. You let go of the breath you had been holding and a few seconds later the vibrations died down. Then your phone started buzzing too. You let out a relieved chuckle, when you saw who texted you. Mr. CEO Pendragon himself texted you to go up to his office. 
You left before Guinevere could return with her painkillers. The walk up to the elevator felt awkward. You were just thankful for an empty elevator up to the top floor. Merlin sat at his desk outside Arthur’s office. He was on the phone telling someone to not-so-kindly fuck off. He gave you a nod of acknowledgement and a thumb to signal that Arthur was not occupied. You knew that. Otherwise he would not have started playing with your buttplug. 
You knocked on the door, before entering the huge office. Arthur sat at his desk, pretending to be typing something important. You could tell by how quickly he was hitting the keys. Usually, he was slow as molasses. The highrise windows behind him were covered with the white drapes that allowed the daylight to enter, without allowing anyone to see what Mr. Pendragon and one of his employees were up to. “Hope I am not disturbing you, Mr. Pendragon… sir,” you mused, while you sauntered over to the leather couch in his office and lied down on your stomach. 
Arthur did not look directly at you. “In fact, you are,” he said, casually grabbing his phone. You squirmed in anticipation. “I will be with you in a moment.” And just as he finished his sentence, you felt the medium vibrations inside you. You moaned and stretched your body over the couch, trying to entice your boss boyfriend into giving you his full attention right now. 
You unbuckled your belt and loosened your pants. You shamelessly reached into your underwear to stroke your hardening cock. You closed your eyes and made yourself comfortable, touching yourself as if you were in your own bed at home. A few overexagurated moans later, you heard Arthur get up, but you pretended like you did not. It was only a matter of seconds until your hand was roughly pulled away from your cock. You opened your eyes to meet Arthur’s hard gaze. “What do you think you’re doing?” He leered. 
You smirked up at him. “Waiting for you, sir. I thought you were busy,” you teased, a shit-eating grin on your face. Arthur was not impressed. He twisted your arm and lifted you to your knees. Your chest moved along with your heavy breaths as you waited in anticipation. You looked over your shoulder at Arthur, who seemed to enjoy your predicament. 
You stayed like that for a moment, hand twisted behind your back, on your knees on the couch with your pants unzipped. “Get undressed,” Arthur demanded, before letting you go. Once you had regained full control of your body, you made hasty work of ridding yourself of your clothes. You then kneeled on the patterned carpet between the couch and the glass coffee table. 
You put your hands on the back of your head and stretched your back, making sure you looked just how he preferred you. However, keeping a straight back was hard, when Arthur set the vibrator inside you to its maximum setting. You moaned, cock weeping between your legs. You could feel the precum dripping down your length. You looked over at the desk, where the CEO was leaning against his desk, phone in hand and eyes glued onto your trembling body. 
“Please, mercy!” You eventually cried out when you could no longer hold your position and doubled over. You dug your fingers into the carpet, your hips thrusting into the air against your will. Arthur’s expensive leather shoes made a clear sound as they stepped over the marble floor towards you. The sound stopped when he reached the carpet. 
You could no longer hear his steps, so it was quite the surprise when you were suddenly grabbed by the hair. “This is what you get for being a whore in my office,” Arthur snarled as he pulled at your hair until you were on your back on the carpet. He straightened his back and his leather shoe came to rest at the base of your cock. You cried out in surprise as the pain shot through your body. 
“Aren’t you ashamed of how needy you are?” You whimpered, unsure what he wanted to hear from you. He shifted his foot and increased the pressure, his heel digging into your balls, while the rest of his foot squished your cock between his shoe and your stomach. “You like this, don’t you? Say it!” 
“I love it!” You started sobbing, the vibrations inside you and the pain driving you crazy. It was all pain of the most exquisite kind. “I’m your dumb whore, please let me cum.” Through your tears, you could see how pleased your boyfriend was with you. He moved his foot back and forth, painfully massaging your cock. 
Arthur scoffed at you. “You’re pathetic.” The pressure increased. You were sobbing in pleasure and pain. “Cum then. You’re such a painslut. Show me that you’re at least a well-trained one.”
You closed your eyes, moaning, sobbing and gasping as your weeping cock shot cum all over your chest. Arthur did not lift his shoe off your cock, until you were milked dry. The vibrations inside you slowly decreased to a full stop and you were left a mess on the floor. Your breath was shaking as you came down from your high. 
After a moment, you felt Arthur’s hand caressing your face. “Are you all right?” You saw the pack of wet wipes in his hand and nodded, before resting your head back on the carpet. “Good,” he replied, before he started to take wipes out of the pack and wipe the cum off your body. When he was done, he helped you off the floor. You winced when you moved and felt the buttplug shift inside you. 
After Arthur helped you get the plug out, you collapsed on the couch, head in your boyfriend’s lap. You enjoyed the moment of calmness as you mentally returned to the real world. Arthur noticed it the moment you were present and killed the silence. “Dating your boss comes with the benefit of sex interludes at work, but you still need to work you know,” he teased and poked your shoulder. 
You kept your eyes closed, blindly waving off his hand. “You are so fucking romantic,” you complained back at him. Arthur responded by leaning down and capturing your lips in a gentle, loving kiss. When your lips parted and you opened your eyes, you saw the lovestruck look he gave you. 
“Just a little longer then,” he whispered, before kissing you again. Nothing like sex interludes between emails. 
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styxhuntress · 1 year
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Need input for AO3 Series Title
So I posted a Merlin (BBC) one-shot for a reincarnated Arthur au where Arthur is told a story about a man who lives all alone behind some mountains by a lake for his lost King to return. this fic is titled “The Mountains” it has Merthur (sort of)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44205943
I am going to write and post a sequel for this fic, that I am going to title “The Lake” (this sequel will be more Merthur-centric of course.) That one will be the actual reunion between the two. 
And then there may or may not end up being a third part called “The Farm” that is basically an epilogue where the two live together on the farm Merlin built on the shore of the lake while waiting for Arthur.
I am going to link them by putting them in a series together but I need to title the series and was hoping to get some input from you guys. Here are the options I’ve come up with:
The Place I Belong
Take me Home
Home
Forgotten Dream
Remembrance
The Wait
Which do you guys like? Respond in the chat if you have a preference. Or if you have another idea that I might like better.
Currently I am more drawn to The Place I Belong and Forgotten Dream. 
I like Forgotten Dream cause of the scene where Arthur tells Gwen that sometimes he’d dream about running away from the crown and the throne and live on a farm somewhere no one knew who he was. And then Gwen asks how he’d manage a farm and he just says “I’ll take Merlin of course he can do all the hard parts” and so it makes me think of that. And plus the whole epilogue one has the two of them living on the farm Merlin Built. 
But I also like The Place I Belong cause let’s be real, Arthur Belongs with Merlin. Plus I like the whole romance vibe the title has.
Thanks in advance if you share your input.
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dragoncall · 6 months
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PARDON
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regulusrules · 7 months
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I was minding my own goddamn business only to suddenly remember this scene exists
I don't know how to explain it, but it's addressing something so visceral in me.
Like. Did anyone ever expand on how Arthur literally didn't even blink before getting up to save Merlin from the onslaught he would have faced for his outrage? He just got up immediately and took Merlin away, held and handled his anger, and even gave him the respite (visiting Gaius) that he needed.
Wtf. Like boy no you're not supposed to be this fucking in sync with your manservant's reactions. But it's as if he predicted it even, because he saw in Merlin the exact same reaction he wanted to do, but had the tact not to because he grew up with boundaries. So he goes on to save his boy instead.
Sick of how much these two loved each other
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found my new passion: putting merthur into random meme pics
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reggieslocket · 6 months
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crystaiskiess · 6 months
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stealing moments
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chronicowboy · 3 months
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this post & merthur
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immabitqueer · 5 months
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I have a hc that Arthur just picks Merlin up like a sack of flour whenever and everyone just gets used to it. I mean not a soul mentioned Arthur dragging Merlin out of the throne room in The Witch Finder. I like to imagine that that's just how they are. Merlin starts to pick a fight in the market with a neighboring kingdoms knights? Arthur has an easy solution. Throw that servant over your shoulder and walk away. Is Merlin trying to join a fight with no weapons to protect himself? As soon as your open and the other knights can handle it grab him bridle style and haul ass. Works every time. When this first started Merlin would try and fight back and squirm away but it was no use so he just goes with it now.
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mirbeau-art · 5 months
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🚶🏼🚶🏻‍♂️🚶🏻‍♂️🚶🏻‍♂️🚶🏻‍♂️🚶🏾‍♂️🚶🏻‍♂️
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shad0w-ink · 8 months
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*appears out of the ether to give you this*
I redrew that one drawing I made like, I think 2 years ago, Originally Arthur wasn't supposed to be shirtless but I got so proud of that arm that I decided not to cover it up
here's a close up
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I ALSO DID A TIMELAPSE(half-way through cuz its when I remembered)
and if for some reason you want to know I was listening to Kids Again by Artist vs Poet (its in my merthur playlist)
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thefabledpheasant · 2 months
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I was watching the episode where Merlin disguised himself as the “dolma” and I was feeling frustrated at Arthur’s lack of concern to Merlin’s whereabouts. It goes against everything we’ve ever seen of him. He never forgets Merlin and he’s never calm when Merlin is in potential danger.
So I was thinking to myself, why? Why would Arthur forget Merlin? And I remembered that, despite being an old woman sorceress, he immediately felt like he knew her somehow. She is everything that Merlin is not (to his knowledge), and yet he somehow knows her. Just like he did with “Dragoon”.
“You seem familiar, sorceress” - Arthur
And as the “dolma” points out he’s forgetting something, he jokes with her the exact way he does with Merlin. “Ah, I thought things had gone unusually smoothly” + other lines. Why would he do that?
Because a part of Arthur knows Merlin is standing right in front of him. He’s unable to recognize that he’s forgetting Merlin, because he can feel that he’s standing right there. He bickers with her because that’s Merlin. She has to explicitly point out that it’s Merlin he’s forgetting, in order for his brain to override his feelings.
Arthur always knew the true Merlin. Even if neither of them knew it.
“I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.” - Recognition
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kongkxty · 9 months
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I'll protect you
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dragoncall · 6 months
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So it’s been 15 years since S1 of merlin was first airing and here I am, unemployed, reblogging merlin content on tumblr and the Merlin twitter has randomly come alive again
life has come full circle
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regulusrules · 11 days
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Welcome to my usual metas where we hyperfixate over Arthur Pendragon’s love for Merlin. Today’s episode features this scene right here:
To remind you of the context, it was s03e12 when Camelot was besieged and Arthur just ordered Gaius, Gwaine, and Elyan to go find shelter in the woods. A second later, he looks at Merlin, diverts his eyes, and tells him, “Merlin, you should go with them.”
Which btw translates, in Arthur Pendragon's dictionary, to: Merlin, I want you safe, I want you away from harm’s way, but Merlin, Oh Merlin, don’t leave me. I really don’t want you to leave me. I sustain my strength from you. You’re the bravest man I have ever met. I keep going because I know you’re there. Don’t go and leave me. I am urging you to go, but please don’t believe me.
I really just can’t. Because you guys, Arthur isn’t scared to go fight an entire army of the dead. He’s not scared that he is limping and injured and definitely won’t make it. He’s just scared to do it without Merlin.
And when Merlin looks at him and says, “Nah, I’ve seen the woods already”, Arthur knows Merlin had heard it all, and chose the kindest response possible that doesn’t spot on his worry and fear.
Those fucking two.
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