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[callmetrue-blog1]

Name of this piece is called Pleasure

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[aunaturelprosaic]

Hey guys, another day with 🆕 post. -thanks for tagging a lot all this while. Today’s topic is not to be influenced by other people’s opinions, to be able to become much tenacious than it’s required. To not lose oneself while dealing with people along the way in our life’s journey’s. This things need a daily effort, to not be able to get swayed by the opinions of others. If you do waver, thats when you need to put work to put you back into the mind which you started with. With all the reason you had then. So motivated you were. - 📌📝 @aunaturelprosaic - Share with who needs this! Save for yourself too. - Hopeful tags: #unwavering #courageous #mindset is what I am talking about here. #mindporn #wordporn #lifelessons #mindsetiseverything #mentalhealth #mentalhealthmatters #brainhealth (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRV7lzSrxem/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[yourcloudlessthoughts-blog]

Rendezvous

“Our happy place” we said No regrets, only prayers That we can take our footprints somewhere cloudless But, you didn’t know when… 

Here I am where I was before everything changed Here where I brought the ashes of yesterday I moved away but carry us everywhere No more Ifs, only remember whens 

There you are where we happened where all that you feel is my absence In a universe we painted yellow and blue Where we made a lie the truth Where love was absolute and enough….. 

Here, without you There, without me

There, where we had both died Here, where I am half-alive 

-- Yeye Tupaz

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[lily-themadqueen-andpinky]

Affection (Sherlock x Reader) dirty oneshot

warning: handjob, overstimulation  

Read part 2 here, where Sherlock helps you to relax ;)

Read more Sherlock dirty stuff HERE Read more Sherlock stuff HERE

So, this monster citric-acid-mindporn oneshot with 6000 words is the fault of @7soulstars

They brought the monster alive bc of this incorrect quote:

It’ s one of those days, one of those cases, that once again keeps Sherlock under high tension. You don’t know why, because in these moments he doesn’t talk very much, and certainly not about why he is so stressed. You’re no more present for him at that moment than a piece of furniture, he probably wouldn’t even realise if you left the flat to go on a spontaneous two-week holiday.

Even if he tries not to show it, you notice it, you see it, you can look behind his rigid mask. You could make a list of the points from which you can tell that he is stressed and in need of relaxation.

You have told him many times that he urgently needs to find a balance for the mental stress and pressure. A physical activity or at least distraction in the form of mental relaxation to restore the balance between body and mind. But he only laughed for a moment and explained to you that he has no time for such a stupid thing and that he believes it to be idiocy. You are convinced that it would be so helpful for him, especially in such stressful situations.

Since Sherlock is the scientist of you two, you even went to the trouble of picking out statistics, research, reports for days to prove your words, that he can actually work better through activities that distracted his brain for the moment. But he didnt care.

Today you will prove him that you are right. Smiling, you will walk towards him and stand behind him, which he even doesnt notice. He is so busy finding his focus again that he completely blocks you and everything else out, as he does every time. Maybe you can at least help him a little, you think, and sighing, push your sleeves up.

Today is another one of those days when he seems to be struggling. His thoughts seem stuck, his mind seems blocked.

You can tell by the fact that his facial features are harder than usual, that he constantly touches his temple or neck with his hand.

Instead of concentrating on the microscope, you notice that he is often looking restlessly around the kitchen. He desperately tries to break the blockade, but he doesnt succeed.

Sherlock flinches when your fingers first touch his soft hair, and his whole body tightens in one fell swoop as you fight your way through the thick wool to his scalp. You enjoy the feeling of his hair on your hand and gently stroke your fingers through his hair again and again.

But instead of relaxing, Sherlock seems to be building up more and more resistance to your offered help, as if he absolutely wants to prove to you that it doesn’t make sense.

Sighing, you finally stroke his black curls a bit before pulling your hands back again. It was worth a try. You turn away from him, shrugging your shoulders, and want to go back to the living room.

“What was that?” his monotone voice breaks the silence while his gaze is fixed on the cupboard opposite him and he doesn’t move an inch yet. If you didn’t know better, you could assume at this moment that a mannequin is sitting at the kitchen table.

“Affection?” you explain to him barely with a light bite on your lower lip, whereupon he shakes his head.

“Disgusting…” he replies as he turns his head towards you and stares at you with a frown. You can’t help it and you just have to smile. This is typical Sherlock. You know that he’s actually thinking exactly the opposite, but under no circumstances will he admit it. He’d rather drop dead.

You cross your arms in front of your chest and lean against the door frame as he stares at you all the time.

Something is happening in his head right now, his eyebrows are shrinking thoughtfully. Waiting, you keep tapping your forearm with your fingers.

“Do it again…” he finally whispers nervously and quickly turns back to the microscope before he runs the risk of you realising that he liked it.

You won’t let him tell you twice. With a quick step, you walk towards him again and demonstratively stretch your fingers to make them crack.

It happens every leap year that Sherlock asks you to do something like that, and you shouldn’t waste this chance.

This time he doesnt tense up either, on the contrary. With a deep growl he slowly lets his head fall forward as your movements become stronger. Again and again your fingers circle all over his head, and finally slowly towards his neck. You can clearly feel the tension at the base of his neck, and as you massage a little harder exactly over this spot, a louder hum escapes him, and he shudders briefly.

Carefully you fight your way back through the thick curls with your fingertips until you stop at his scalp. You wait a moment and start gently massaging the hairline with circular movements.

A smile creeps onto your face as you can see in the reflection of the glass in the cupboard door opposite that he’ s closing his eyes, which is proof that it’ s anything but disgusting for him.

You release most of your fingers, except for the thumbs. Concentrate all your strength on forcing the muscles next to his neck spine to relax in a circular motion. The movement of your hand continues to move towards his shoulders and you are shocked and fascinated at the same time how tense this man actually is. You are surprised that he doesn’t run around whining with headaches all day long. You decide that you will definitely release every single tension today.

“Why do you stop?” he asks and you can hear the confusion in his voice. With a sigh you put your hands on your hips and look at him with a grin. If you now simply ask him to take off his shirt, you have lost. He will refuse just because he is such a damn stubborn ass.

Finally, you decide to push the collar of his shirt a little to the side, which fortunately works well, as Sherlock always has the top buttons of his shirt open.

With a firm grip you start to work the muscles on his shoulders and you notice that he reacts increasingly to your touch. But massaging someone’s back in this way is simply too difficult if you have to keep pushing the fabric of the shirt out of the way.

Frustrated, he moans in a low voice as your hands leave his body. With a questioning look he turns to you on his chair.

“Sherlock? What do you think about trying an experiment?” With confidence, you stand in front of him and giggle as you hear his annoyed breathing.

“I thought it was disgusting…” you say with a raised eyebrow, whereupon he rolls his eyes annoyed. You need to trick Sherlock, get him to go for it, and just put his stubbornness aside for a few minutes.

“It is…” he just notices and turns back to the table. Shaking your head, you look at him and then tap him on the shoulder, clearing your throat. You don’t give up that easily.

“Are you going to start that again? What’s that supposed to prove?” His answer is bitchy and you know why. The last time you offered him the experiment, he refused straight away. But this time he’s hooked, he has an idea of what can happen. At first you will of course face resistance, because you are right and he knows it. Again he tries to concentrate on his work, but after a short moment he closes his eyes cursing because nothing works anymore. You notice his frustration and gently stroke his upper back with your palm.

“Maybe you’re right and it won’t help you. Then you have only wasted a few minutes of your life and I will never bother you again. I swear to you,” you say quietly and bend over to him to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Sherlock usually can’t resist experiments, but rarely refuses them if he finds them totally nonsensical. But curiosity is in his nature and he will try to prove you wrong by all means.

When you want to raise yourself again, you feel his hand on your forearm, which holds you firmly in its grip. A smile creeps onto your face, because you know you have him trapped. He can’ t resist, it is impossible.

“An experiment then…?” he asks with hesitation and you can see the excitement in his eyes as you nod silently to him. With a slight smile that he tries to hide from you, he gets up from his chair and now stands in front of you. Thoughtfully he looks at you all the time, and after what feels like an eternity he bends down to give you a quick kiss.

“OK, I agree…” he mumbles, his look is challenging. You will have to work hard for the experiment to be successful. And you won’t give up under any circumstances until he agrees with you.

“All right, Mr Holmes. Then get on the bed now” you ask him and only get a questioning look in response. Sighing you let your head fall to the back of your neck. That’s a good start. It just might be easy with him for once. Just one time.

“Sherlock, let me explain something to you, my love. MY experiment, MY rules. So off to bed… Oh, and don’t forget to take your shirt off” you ask him in a harsh tone with your arms crossed. He stands close in front of you, barely a hand’s breadth away from you as his gaze becomes penetrating.

“And if I don’t?” he asks in a low voice and bends further towards you so that you can feel his breath on your face. You know his little games, he tries to rattle you to prevent you from ripping him off.

Puffing, he finally squeezes past you when he notices that you are not giving up your demand and goes into the bedroom without words. You have to control yourself not to make a cry of joy and follow him with quick steps.

Because Sherlock hates it when he has no control, and consciously tries to avoid these situations. Even if he accepts it, he will try to keep the upper hand.

But in this case he will lose, it’s your experiment and you make the rules, at least this one time.

*

“Really? Just because I took my shirt off?” he scolds you and that doesn’t make it any better. Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip. It’s not your fault. You shrug your shoulders apologetically. You curse yourself at the moment because he knows exactly what reactions he is triggering in you. He does it on purpose.

You watch his every move as he unbuttons his shirt one by one, pulls it slowly out of his trousers and finally puts it over the edge of the bed.

Only when he turns to you and looks at you with more or less outraged gaze, you realize that you have been staring at him the whole time.

“You can leave that out of your mind. It’ s only a matter of the experiment!” he threatens you in a deep voice that a shiver runs down your spine. He doesn’t exactly make it better with that.

“Now lie down on the bed for God’s sake!” you scold him in an unnaturally crude tone. The corners of his mouth twitch briefly upwards and he finally lies down on the mattress. You don’t hesitate another moment and climb onto the bed so that you can sit on his back. You must smile at the way he lies in front of you. He lies half on his stomach, one hand under his side, the other under his head and somehow completely twisted. This is more the position where he wakes up in the morning, but not the right position to enjoy a relaxing massage.

“Sherlock, it doesn’t work like that. You have to lie down in the right way. Hands to the side and back straight, come on!” you ask him and try to push him into the right position, which is very exhausting when a sitting giant like Sherlock refuses to help at all. He could cause your experiment to succeed, and then you could tell him that you were right all along.

When he finally lies the way you want him to lie, you slowly lower your weight onto his lower back. But just as you are about to start working his tense muscles, you notice that something very important is missing. A relaxing massage is not as soothing if the fluid is missing.

Unfortunately, there is only one bottle of fluid in the whole flat, which you can use to give Sherlock a kneading. It’s good that he’s lying on his stomach on the bed, otherwise he’d see the slight blush decorating your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, bend over to the side of your bedside table and take out a small bottle. You have been using this product for years to give yourself some pleasure. It’ s not a massage oil, but it should be enough for the purpose. You  enjoy thinking about the tingling effect it has when you use it to treat yourself.

It’ s hard for you to tear yourself away from this thought and concentrate on Sherlock again.

You could put the gel on your hand in advance to warm it up, but then you decide differently. With a slight grin you open the cap and let a large drop of the cool gel drip onto his spine. With each one, he twitches shortly.

“YN! You are about to prove the opposite of what you claimed with your experiment”. You assume that he wants to scold you, but most of his words get lost in the pillow on which he has placed his head.

With a smile you start to rub the gel all over his back with circular movements. If it was just too cold, he’’ll notice soon that his back is pleasantly warming up. This is the speciality of this gel.

So you try to ignore it and work your way towards his lower back. You can feel under your hands that he is becoming more and more relaxed. At least his body, but his thoughts are still racing. You can tell by the fact that the individual muscles are probably much looser, but actually he lies too frozen underneath you. You will probably have to use more questionable methods to really help him. You would also lose otherwise, and you don’t see that as a matter of principle.

You lean forward carefully to devote yourself first to his shoulders and upper back. First you circle your palms firmly over the skin, then you move more and more into a kneading movement.

Again and again you can hear Sherlock’s soft humming. And every time you want to say that you were right. But then the experiment would be over for him, and he would probably be offended to death.

“Turn around” you ask him in a whisper, and even if his expression tells you that he doesn’t understand why, he still complies with your request. You must be careful not to fall off the bed when he turns on his back in one go.

Sighing, you slide your ass towards his knees and tap him on the back with your finger.

“Hm?” he mumbles into the pillow and doesn’t move a millimetre. With a smile, you gently stroke his back with your fingernails once and for all, causing him in turn to grunt a little louder and shudder.

“You have lost” he mumbles and puts a hand on his forehead while his eyes are still closed. Under no circumstances will this bastard admit that he is more relaxed now. Well, you are far from reaching your goal. You want him to be able to think without blockage again, to be able to concentrate again, and you haven’t achieved that yet.

You lick your lips for a moment when you see him lying there in front of you and think of a thousand things you can do with him. But above all it is one thing that always comes to the fore.

You bend down to him and your lips gently touch his.

“ This is not part of the experiment…” he protests in a low voice. You place another kiss on his cheek, on his chin and one on his neck. Doing so, you use your tongue for assistance.

“YN. This is not the deal! Stick to your own rules” he hisses and takes his hand off his head to gently push you away from him. You support yourself with your hands on your chest and push yourself away until you are sitting straight on his lap.

You notice that this has the desired effect on him as you can feel the increasing pressure against your core.

“So you want me to follow protocol? What do you think it would look like?” you ask in a sweet voice and drive your fingernail from his chest to his navel where his hand stops you. You can see that a tingling sensation spreads over his whole body.

His gaze is penetrating and he tries to keep control of his reactions with all means. However, this becomes increasingly difficult as you don’t stay seated still, but keep slipping forward or backward a little bit.

“I did NOT say I was finished, love. And I never said that it was only done with a back massage. I said massage, and this is a very broad term, as you should know” Your words are soft and threatening at the same time.

“YN! The basis of an experiment is to prove that kneading muscles or affection has no effect on my mental ability. We have the proof. My back is relaxed, but I can’t see any beneficial reaction” he still insists that it is nonsense. But you will convince him otherwise.

With a quick grip you grab his wrist and with a light pressure of your fingernails and your threatening look you make him let go of your hand.

“Are you trying to sabotage my experiment, Mr. Holmes?” you ask and bend down to him again without letting go of his hand. He barely shakes his head as he fixes your gaze. His eyes darken with lust and you know he struggles hard not to give in to the need.

You lay your forehead panting on his and as your trembling lips melt together, you lead his arm back to his head. You never thought that having the upper hand would turn you on so much. You will prove to him that you can force even the great mind of Sherlock Holmes to restart, just with a massage.

As you release the grip around his hand, you sit up straight again and reach for the little bottle again. Holmes looks sceptical as he can read the label, but he doesn’t try to stop you.

“You know that it is essential to at least try to get fully into it? Close your eyes, Sherlock and just enjoy it…” the last words you whisper and are surprised that he immediately follows your instructions. He hasn’t closed his eyes properly yet, when a thick drop of the gel hits him on his chest and he flinches again. Smiling, you spread another drop on your hands and then start rubbing slowly over the skin of his chest.

A frustrated snort escapes as you move your hands upwards and work his shoulders, biceps and the muscles around his collarbone.

“I’m just following protocol, Sherlock…” you whisper and you can tell him that this is exactly what he doesn’t want. But it’ s not the time yet for what you have in mind.

Slowly you spread the gel on the arm next to his body and gently massage every inch up to the wrist. You do the same with the other arm, which you first have to pull away from his head.

When you reach the wrist, you gently place your hands on his belly and slowly slide them towards his waistband.

“ YN!” Sherlock exhales hoarsely when he notices that you gently undo the button on his trousers and are already working on the zip.

Again, you take some of the lubricant rub it on your hands again and start rubbing his thighs from his knees up.

“Yes, I know, the protocol. But you don’t just have muscles in your upper body, you know” you explain in a sweet voice and slowly pull down his trousers including shorts. It wouldn’t be so easy if Sherlock hadn’t raised his pelvis. Grinning, you notice that he is finally more cooperative and gives you more and more freedom in the implementation of your experiment.

But… he is still fighting it. His cock is not too hard yet, so you will have to push him. After you have got rid of his pants on the floor.

This alone is enough to make your underwear soak through with your wetness. You watch with enthusiasm that his cock pulsates a little bit and becomes harder step by step as you get closer and closer to his balls with your hands.

With not too much pressure you rub the inside of his thighs and stop as your fingertips rest on his balls. His cock is now jumping rock hard at you and you must be careful not to throw your rules overboard and lick his perfect dick.

Gently, without resistance, you push his legs apart a little, causing Sherlock to swallow hard. It would only take a moment to get him to the point where you want him. Again and again you circle your thumbs over his leg, whose muscle is probably more tense now than before. But that is exactly what you want.

You can see that his breath is getting more and more pressed and he is getting more and more tense all over his body.  His eyes are still closed, and you know that he is enjoying it.

Your grip loosens and finally you remove your hands, followed by a disappointed grumble from Sherlock’s throat.

“I think the protocol ends here. I guess you were right Sherlock. I was wrong” you torture him as you continue to observe him. He then takes a deep breath through his nose and places the arm that has been lying on his forehead until now, next to his body as well.

“Fuck the protocol…” he curses in a harsh tone and looks at you in an exhorting way. But you just put your hands on your thighs and shake your head in scandal.

“Not in that tone, Holmes! An experiment is a serious thing and it should be carried out seriously, don’t you think?” a wry smile creeps onto your face. Oh, that’s so good. You can see his frustration, you can feel it, you can hear it. And you like it.

“YN! Please!” he says quietly and slowly but surely he loses control over himself.

You reach for the bottle with the gel next to you and bend over to the bedside table again, just to put it away for the moment. As you do so, you accidentally stroke his twitching cock.

When you touch it, he curses muttering and closes his eyes again. His breath goes squeezed before he tremblingly takes a deep breath.

“What please?” you ask innocently and sit down between his legs again.

“You haven’t worked all the muscles. The protocol is incomplete. An experiment must always be carried out completely… Please!” he brings out gasping. Due to the fact that he has used the word “please” twice in a short period of time, you know that he is about to go crazy. His argumentation is not even bad, you must actually agree with him. You haven’t worked all the muscles. But that can be changed quickly.

“ When I think about it, you’re actually right. I mean, you are the scientist of us. What would I know?” That’s exactly what you like. You got him in your hand. His breath is trembling, more and more he begins to squirm under you, to somehow provoke a touch from you.

“That’s it… that’s my girl. And now you should continue the experiment…” he gasps and is paralyzed for a moment when you suddenly grab his hard cock with one hand. With the other you quickly grab the lubricant again and open the bottle so that the lid falls off the bed. You shrug your shoulders for a moment, because the bottle will probably be empty when you’re done with him later anyway.

With a firm grip you pump his cock and continue to grab it until his tip is completely exposed. You bend a little lower towards him and he gasps for air as your hair tickles on his belly and thigh. You look at his face for a short time. He still has his eyes closed and is completely tensed. He can hardly wait and you don’t want to torture him too much. Carefully you take the bottle in your other hand and bring it just above his cock and squeeze it tight.

He inhales sharply as the cold, heavy drop of lubricant hits his tip unexpectedly. Sherlock is calm at first, waiting patiently, but when you start to rub the liquid with your thumb, he’s all yours.

His deep groans reach your ear and you can see from the corners of your eyes that he’s clutching the sheet with both hands. As you then spread the lubricant all over his cock and drop another thick drop on his shaft, his breath becomes increasingly frantic. You pause as you put the bottle, which is almost empty, to the side again.

You have a firm grip on his cock on the shaft as you slowly pump him again and again. You would have liked to pull off your pants right now, position yourself above him and let him sink deep inside you. But that’ s not the plan today.

You bend down to him unintentionally and he trembles all over his body as he feels your cold breath on his heated cock. As the lubricant develops a slight warmth on the skin over time, each of your touches intensifies with every minute.

“Oh, shit…” Sherlock always winds more and more under you as you massage the rest of the gel onto his head with your index finger and thumb.

With the other hand you slowly move towards his balls and as you look at each and every protruding vein on his cock, you gently start to massage his balls as well.

You take your hand back to his cock with a gentle stroke, and while you hold him in place with your index finger and thumb on the shaft and put pressure on him, you massage his cock tightly with the other. Through your firm grip you can feel every vein that appears with the increasing pressure.

You groan with pleasure when the tip of your tongue meets his thick head. You can’t just sit there and stay away from it. It’s like putting someone’s favourite candy in front of their nose and asking them to keep their hands off it.

Sherlock mumbles something that fades away in his moans as you run the tip of your tongue around his tip while gripping his cock so tightly that he swells up a bit more. But you know that today is not supposed to be a blowjob, and you move panting away from that perfect dick again.

But you’ re doing something with him that you have never done before, and that is exactly when you need this firm grip.

Sherlock’s reactions speak for themselves. With each pumping his breath goes faster, the grip on the sheet gets tighter and he begins to follow the rhythm of your hand with his pelvis, moaning increasingly with a low voice.

You accelerate your movement a little more and always give his thick head an extra moment of attention. You would really love to just suck him dry right now.

You close your eyes for a short moment and with every movement you lose yourself in increasingly quiet moans.

You feel his cock starting to twitch and open your eyes again as he throws his head back into the neck.

You lick your lips when you watch him, but you do not release your grip. You can feel every little twitch in your grip and smile at him.

“YN, I… I… am about to come…” he pants hoarse and in the same moment you feel him straightening his back. His mouth opens in silence and he opens his eyes for a short moment, only to close them again with an eye roll.

As his cum pours out in pulses over his cock and your hand, he moans loudly and collapses panting on the mattress. You keep squeezing your thighs together, because even now you’re at a point where you can hardly stand it, and you’re glad that there’s still some of the gel left, so that you can later find relaxation yourself.

“I don’t think it helped much. But it was an interesting experiment anyway…” he replies stuttering and inhales hissingly as you strengthen the grip around his cock for a moment so that he doesn’t completely lose his erection. It’ s really more difficult than you thought, he still insists that he is right.

“Have I given my proof, Mr. Holmes?” you ask with conviction and are somewhat confused as he laughs panting and puts both hands on his forehead.

He takes a moment to catch his breath and opens his eyes. Your breath goes faster for a moment as he fixes you with his exhausted look.

“Well, then the experiment isn’t finished…” you say for sure and watch him sit upright, resting on his arms and watching you with contracted eyebrows as you start pumping his cock again. Because you have a grip on his shaft, he is still hard enough. Not rock-hard, but enough to give Sherlock the final proof that his mind will also stop working at some point.

“What… What are you doing? For God’s sake… This is…fuck…” Grinning, you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip and Sherlock starts to whimper. His arms, on which he still rests, tremble with every pump, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he closes his eyes with a groan and curses again and again.

“This, my dear, is called overstimulation. If this doesn’t work, you’re hopeless…” you explain to him and bend over to him to put your forehead on his so that the tips of your noses touch.

With every movement you can feel that every touch must be extreme for him. Everything seems to synchronize. In time with your pumping movement his legs start to tremble at the same time as his arms and his breath but he enjoys it. His moaning becomes more and more hectic and you can feel that his cock starts to twitch again because he is getting harder again.

You close your eyes while you keep rubbing his cum around his tip and his shaft.

With every touch he twitches and gasps more and more. He presses his head tighter against yours while his breath goes squeezed through his nose. He isn’t even able to respond to your kiss any more as your lips meet his.

Since you know that he isn’t able to think or enforce his stubbornness at this moment, you slow down your movement abruptly, and you know that it frustrates him like nothing else in his life.

“Say it, Sherlock. Say that I am right! "you gasp softly and still pump his over-sensitive dick, only much slower than before. Between his moans he laughs briefly and hisses as your thumb rubs his tip hard again.

When you notice that he is hard enough again, you loosen your grip a little and start to massage his cock with both hands. His hands grip the sheet so tightly that you fear he will tear it up. His deep moans get louder and louder each time you do this, and are like music to your ears, bearing in mind that Sherlock is usually quite quiet in sexual matters, and you won’t hear anything more than a lustful groan from him.

"You… you are…goddamn…” he can’t talk, it just doesn’t work. You’re right. He is experiencing the proof right now. His brain is no longer capable of making a small sentence.

“you… you are… right… oh fuck…” his words drown in your kiss, while you immediately increase the speed again. It is only a dry gasp that comes from his throat. By now he is trembling all over his body. Sweat has built up on his forehead and his lips are dry and move only trembling as if in silent prayer.

He is a whimpering mess and no longer able to react in any way or feel anything other than your godlike hands.

Again and again your lips fleetingly meet his, and when his cock finally twitches again and he spills another load, his loud, animalistic moaning goes down in your lips. For a moment he is not able to breathe, but with every pumping your movement slows down until his cock lies in your grip exhausted and can finally come to rest.

Sherlock breathes frantically and as you open your eyes and look at him, you know that you have never seen anything more beautiful than this man at this moment.

His hair is sticking wet to his head, his face is covered with the trail of tears that have made their way and his cheeks are glowing in dark red.

With a smile you kiss him again. But this time he returns your kiss, even if only weakly, but he tries it anyway.

“I…I…” he tries to say stammeringly, but you interrupt him with another kiss.

“Hush… Lie down, my darling. Enjoy that feeling…” you ask him gently and he nods just barely. With one move he lets himself fall back onto the bed and accepts that his body is still shaking uncontrollably. At least his breath calms down a bit while you get up from the bed and go to the bathroom to remove the mess on your hands.

After just a few minutes you stand with a smile in the bathroom door, because Sherlock is still lying in the same position. Naked, exhausted and in a deep sleep. But he is relaxed and you are sure that your experiment was successful.

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[mindfulgraffiti]

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[basshitter]

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[yourcloudlessthoughts-blog]

I could've been the stupidest person to believe your lies over and over again. Even when you're at fault I'd be the first person to say "I'm sorry", whenever we fought, I always try to put my pride away and find a way to keep you near. But this time. I'm done. I'm no longer letting myself be hang up on someone who is too insensitive to figure out what he's doing is painful or not. You didn't even have the decency to explain yourself to me. I could've given you the whole world but you only gave me a bed of roses, and eventually, roses wilt.

-- Alyssa Christine Tiu

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