▲† Sherlock Kinks †▲

katkola:

packofdogs:

CALLING ALL WRITING-TYPES

hey-o

the seb to my jim/the greatest pornographic mycroft roleplayer of all time is looking for someone to write either

WE WILL SHOWER YOU WITH LOVE, AFFECTION AND MAYBE VIDEOS OF US CRYING IF YOU DO SO.

LOVE YOU ALL LIKE MY LUGGAGE.

Done. Mycroft/cake. M for dessert nudity.

Mycroft sauntered into his home after a day of keeping his brother and the whole of England under wraps. He hung his umbrella up with his coat, and after giving it a last longing look for the night, he ventured tiredly towards the kitchen. His regular chef had taken the day off, but Mycroft was far from helpless at cooking.

That’s when he saw her…laying bare on the kitchen’s middle counter. She gave gave him a wistful glance. The chocolate mouse cake was an obvious temptress sent by Sherlock. But alas, Mycroft did not get to his position in the British government with a weak will- No! He was going to check the fridge…find some vegetables…stir fry something…low…fat. He finds himself in a chair in front of her.

“Good evening, madam. I must inform you that while you look quite lovely, I am on a diet…”

She simply sat their in disbelief but taunted him with a powerful waft of sensual cocoa and cream. As if not controlling his body any long, he slowly approached the maiden. The pastry seemed frightened as Mycroft’s shadow began to eclipse her face. The air became thick with anticipation, and the heat of restraint melted off his brow in the form of sweat. It was too late for protest as he dug his hands deep inside and ravaged the frosting.

Before he knew it, the cake had been reduced to crumbs, but he was too ashamed to look at his short-lived lover… He felt a bristling shower was in order.

———-

John mouth hung agape, unable to turn away from CCTV monitor.

He leaned over to speak an inquiry, but was cut short by Sherlock quickly yanking the monitor from it’s cords and letting it fall out the window….several times.

OH GOOD LORD I’M DYING

WE FUCKING LOVE YOU OMG