8 Works by Wilde_Moon
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Exactly one month. One heart-breaking, gut wrenching, soul destroying month. One month in which he had wholeheartedly believed that the man; the careless, idiotic, and devastatingly brilliant man, would make himself known. There had been nothing. The waterlogged Were let his eyes fall once more to the black slab in front of him before slowly closing them against his distress. He had failed his kin.
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Sherlock spotted the bloodied body the instant he stepped through the door. He had known it would be there of course. He had observed all the clues.
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In the end that was what did it. The sight of Sherlock's blood, the scent of it, as it coated that long column of unmarred white flesh. The way the life-giving liquid quivered as it flowed across his pulse point. The way it pooled in the hollow at the base of his throat. John was on him in an instant. Sherlock didn't stand a chance.
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Suddenly he was gripped with an unfathomable urge. His frenzied mind clashing and crashing and grating over the impulse. Panic pulsed through him at the idea of not meeting the thoughts behest. He knew what he needed, and he knew where to get it.
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She couldn't help but wonder by Wilde_Moon
Fandoms: The Avengers (2012), Marvel Avengers Movies Universe, Thor (Movies)
23 Nov 2012
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She couldn't help but wonder how many women had received this treatment. She couldn't help but wonder if he actually knew. And she couldn't help but ask. "I'm not entirely sure… I didn't exactly keep a tally…" he began before slowly sinking his index finger into her…
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They’d been following up on a 7. They needed to check a detail with his brother. Suddenly Sherlock was in a mood foul enough that a nice double murder couldn’t bring him round. John processed for a fraction of a second and then his jaw dropped. Lestrade had lost weight. Mycroft had lost weight. They had been… liaising?
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This is it then. The end. I don’t want to watch and yet I am unable to look away. He deserves my attention. It’s the least I can do to bear witness, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me. I pray for him as I watch. Please god, please let him die. As the agony stretches on into eternity; I pray for him.
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The dark haired man at his feet cast a disbelieving look first at his injured right palm and then at the plaster cast on his left. “Don’t be obtuse brother” he stated simply before reaching up and unbuckling his brother’s belt. The luxurious fabric slipped satisfying over the older man’s hips to pool at his feet. He wore no undergarments and with all barriers removed Sherlock was finally left looking upon his brother’s member. “Oh yes” Sherlock vocalised his appreciation and Mycroft’s breathing picked up in response.