#cocainecomrade

[talentedliarloki]

Bite me.

Put “bite me” in my ask if you’re sexually attracted to me.

"Well, this is certainly a surprise, detective."

[j-ohnw-atson]

 cocainecomrade said: Nearly naked. Not entirely. Get your facts straight.

"Sherlock..."

We said we'd keep those pictures for our eyes only

[j-ohnw-atson]

--John?

"Something you need, Sherlock?" he asked with a small smile.

[magiciswhoiam-archive]

You. Me. Bed. Now.

Send “You. Me. Bed. Now.” and see how my muse reacts.

        Merlin looked at Sherlock puzzled, the words sounding strange on the other man’s usually quizzical mouth. The order was clear, though, and Merlin didn’t know what to do—-should he refuse it or accept it? They were clearly friends and the servant was content in that, caring for Sherlock in his own special way, but he also did not want to push the boundaries too much.

             And now Sherlock was doing exactly that.

"Er…" He was a case.

[di--lestrudel]

PSA;

I've done it again. I start too many threads and overwhelm myself, I take a couple of days or a week off because I just can't do it and I come back announce I just have to drop some threads because I just can't do it. so; I'm dropping some threads. If I decide to drop yours, please don't be offended. It probably means I always struggle with our thread and I'm terribly sorry.

Dropped Threads:

This City is a Mess flight-of-the-thieving-magpie

Heart of My Own jamesmoriartylives & governmentoffcial

Intro thread cocainecomrade

Intro thread laststandreichenbach

ah, this list will be updated, but that's it for now. If you'd prefer our thread not be dropped, please message me and we'll talk something out.

Thanks.

[j-ohnw-atson]

Sherlock II John

cocainecomrade asked you:

[He all but rolls his eyes, then, and seems just as distant as he'd always been. Hands slipping into his pockets, the man shrugs.] It's nothing, John.

John arched his eyebrow and stepped closer to his friend, "y'know you can't just kiss somebody and then not explain yourself," he was close to amusement as he watched Sherlock's eyes move from left to right in the fast fashion that they normally did.

[j-ohnw-atson]

[He skirts by, experimentally pressing his lips to John's temple as he passes. Sherlock observes, curious, but says nothing and reveals nothing with his expression.]

John’s eyes widened at the brush of lips on his skin and looked up at Sherlock with a stunned expression, his mouth hanging open as normally the detective wouldn’t be so…touchy with another human.

"Sherlock?"