October 14, 2012

Cthulhu playfully nibbled his way down the Doctor’s body, mouth tendrils curling and stroking, the edges of the fine suckers scraping like tiny gentle fingernails. With a half-strangled giggle, the Doctor said, “Thu, you’re tickling!” The Elder God snorted in amusement, large taloned hands running up the Doctor’s thighs. “Actually, my dear Timelord, _you’re_ ticklish.” The Doctor’s chuckle faded into moaned Gallifreyan profanity when Cthulhu’s mouth and accompanying tendrils engulfed his cock.

Awwww, somebody left me adorable tentacle smut. ^_^ I cracked right up at ‘Thu.’ I…

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Ok, actual smut: It was purely for the case, Sherlock kept telling himself. His body was only transport and the unfamiliar sensations flooding him were temporary. Though a part of him desperately wished they weren’t. The feeling of John’s hands petting his hair, the sound of John’s voice telling him what to do, the release of trusting John with what to do… it was beyond the realm of Sherlock’s experience. His mind was clearer than cocaine had ever made it and his muscles were relaxed. (cntd)

Part 2: If asked, he would have described what he was feeling as ‘content.’ He…

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