Oh God yes. My mind just went to very naughty places, and I love it. x)
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Ooh, I really like the last one with Sherlock’s foot on John’s head. ;) I love me some bottom!John.
Oh goodness. The very naughty things I would love to do to you, Mr. Cumberbatch. ;) Mmm.
Um… NSFW version… XD
I am a huge fan of rednavi, and someone shared this pic on a secret facebook group I am a member of and it was suggested there should be a fic to go with it. So…yeah…I *attempted* to write one. Here is a link:
I love you and Thank you. Wonderful!! :Q
Oh, GOOD LORD! This image. Just… TWO Benedicts! And that possessive, domineering look on Khan’s face! Both Sherlock AND Khan having their way with John, and John loving every minute of it. Wow! Much hot. Very sex. So jizz. Asdfghhjkl;%! I’ll be in my bunk. Hot damn…
I was going to laugh at this, but then I remembered how aroused I get when I watch Loki kick that S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in the stomach. He’s so fucking hot when he lashes out. I’d take an Asgardian boot to the gut any day.
I bet it hurts so good.
There is something wrong with me.
^^There is nothing wrong with Loki’s fangirls…the fact that Loki is a complete BEAST when he first arrives…NOM NOM NOM NOM
Fuck yes! I don’t particularly want to be beaten, but there is definitely something darkly sexy about the times Loki loses his composure and lashes out with that mischievous gleam in his eyes, commanding obedience and submission from everyone around him. He brings out a part of my kinky side I didn’t even realize I had. I like to be in control, and the idea of being a DOM turns me on; but at the same time, the idea of Loki commanding me to kneel before him, making me do very naughty things for his pleasure, and then ravaging me in a rough and domineering fit of passion, perhaps tying me up, forcing me to loosen that grip I have on the notion of control, on being in charge… There’s something wickedly hot in all that.
Fleurs du mol: "It’s no good," says John. He tries to keep his teeth from clenching...
"It’s no good," says John. He tries to keep his teeth from clenching out of frustration. This isn’t Sherlock’s fault. He has a multitude of other ways to frustrate John. But this shouldn’t be one.
Sherlock looks up at him. He kneels on the floor, his black trousers scuffed with dust and lint. No…
Ooh, I love this. Finally, a more realistic portrayal of sex and how it isn’t always as simple and easy as it’s portrayed in most fanfics. I feel like I’m having a bit of the same issue as John with my own BF. Maybe I should ask him to be more domineering. ;)
My boyfriend has hands like Benedict. They’re delectable. He also used to play the fiddle. He has a gorgeous neck too, which reminds me of Benedict’s. I can’t resist planting kisses in the little indent where his neck meets the center of his collar bone. He has such smooth, gorgeous, porcelain skin. Guh.
Aw, this genuinely makes me sad. You poor dear. :( I guess it’s more proof that asexuality, like any form of sexuality, isn’t simply a choice, despite what some ignorant people may think.