#lapsisunum

[yousaiddangerous]

I want the K.

Butterfly Kiss

The adrenaline was still buzzing through his veins as he leaned back on the couch. John could still feel his heart drumming in his chest and as he looked at Sherlock, his heart skipped a beat for an entirely different reason. The man looked debauched with his curls awry and his adam’s apple bobbing as he too rode the high of a chase that still played in their minds. Yet at the same time, his beauty was aweing. John moved his hand to Sherlock’s and placed it over his as he leaned against his cheek, still breathing fast. His eyelashes caressed the skin as he drank in the man’s scent and for the moment, John was completely content.

[mycroftthegreat]

lapsis-unum

"ℳight I inquire as to why you're bothering me at work, brother dear?"

[mycroftthegreat]

Bored. -SH

I'm not your jester. MH

[mycroftthegreat]

♦

Send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

"Idiot."

[rigamortician]

His brows knitted together, and he glanced at Grian a few times before finally asking, "Grian...why is your hand down my trousers?"

Our Muses are cuddled under a blanket watching a movie, when all of a sudden my Muse is feeling frisky and decides to slide their hand down your Muse's pants. Send me your Muse's reaction.

"AH." He blanched, and his hand immediately slid away from the other and settled on his own stomach, "I was just following the warmth and..." his ears turned red, but he did not take his eyes off of the screen, "I didn't mean to, honest."

[oldmoranarchived]

[SMS] I really want to taste that cock of yours. -SH

[ sms ] Excuse me? - SM

[ sms ] Please tell me someone hacked your phone, Holmes. - SM

[ sms ] ... unless you're really into that sort of thing? - SM

[prettygrimmfairytales]

Fairy Tales:

Still working on icon gif bundles for:

1. notjustapa

2. lapsis-unum

3. consultingfrom221bee

4. wildyoungboggins

5.lena-moriarty

6. blessyoumydarling

And not necessarily in that order.

[yousaiddangerous]

"I've been neglecting you, haven't I," he breathed against his neck, lips brushing over the sensitive flesh as he brought his head back around and he pushed himself up on one elbow so he could study John's face. He brought his other hand up to his face, tenderly cupping it, "I'm sorry, John," he whispered, "You have to know you're the most important person to me," he said, eyes casting down as he touched their noses together, before angling his head and taking John's mouth.

John’s fingers left the handle of his mug, replacing it back on the bedside table. His eyes shut. Had Sherlock been neglecting him? Yes, but John was used to Sherlock’s mind being occupied to puzzles, murders. John stared into Sherlock’s eyes and his smile was soft as he leaned into Sherlock’s touch. He nuzzled his nose to his. “I know,” he replied. He surrendered to Sherlock’s mouth. There were no apologies needed because John knew how important he was. He ran his fingers over his cheeks.