Sorry guys, but I just can’t be on this blog anymore. Nothing’s happened with it and I just don’t have the muse. I’ve grown apart from everyone, and It’s kind of made me better. Less drama, less heartbreak, less waiting for a miracle…
So I’ll miss you all. This will be the last you hear from me on this account. I’ll check time to time for messages, but that’s it.
I love you.
Hi there. I’m Princess Amaxicorpialeiton Valitaliax of Protulla II — But seriously, Max is fine….
I’m gonna be here the rest of the day. Love me?
i just fucking choked on air
your exorcist is going to be choking on more than that.
benjamin is going to fuck the shit out of your exorsist
"Ooh, but I do love you John," he groaned, kissing down the other’s spine, "I’ve dreamed of you, imagining you just like this, fucking you endlessly until you can barely walk… I’ve wanted you for so long…"
His body moved even more, but was gentler. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against the other’s skin, being a bit more tender, “I didn’t mean to be rough…” Rolling John on top of him, he looked him in the eyes. Cautiously and slowly he unbound his wrists, looked at him, and then pulled him back against his lips passionately.
John shut his eyes tightly as he felt lips against his spine, his body seeming to tremble, though not out of fear now. “I- I’ve had dreams about you too, Sherlock, I need you- I waited for you, I thought you were dead-” John felt his wrists suddenly free, gasping as his shoulder blades were released from his position, and with a sharp pain, he could finally relax.
And then they were together, their lips pressing passionately, tenderly together. John shifted a bit, he went onto his back hands raising to press fingers into his black hair, his blue eyes open as he looked up into Sherlock’s eyes. “You.. actually do- love me?”
"I do," he said, the amount of honesty in his statement surprising him, "Oh, I’ve loved you for ages, John…"
His hand smoothed down the other’s chest as his lips move over his neck, reaching down to tenderly fondle and grope at the bulge between his legs. Benjamin was feeding. And he knew the better the sex, the fuller he’d be. So John was in for a rather pleasant night.
He fingered the red shorts until he had the courage to pull them away. Leaning down, he met John’s eyes as his tongue lapped up the side of the doctor’s member. Bigger than he’d expected, and very welcome. Keeping the eye contact he plunged it down his throat, all the way to the thickened base.