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pikse: John’s final message to Sherlock. “One more miracle, for me.” This part is so goddamn painful. The second I heard him say it, “it was all a miracle” was incluided in the speech in my headcanon. You don’t even necessarily need to lose a friend to know the meaning of the word “miracle”. Sometimes you have a person, or people, in your life that CAN’T HAPPEN, shouldn’t, couldn’t have happened if the laws of nature and the universe whatnot had the slightiest bit of sense left, but there they are, the unbelievable and amazing people and you, YOU know them. It’s the overwhelming feeling of privilege and gratitude of knowing them and having the possibility to be with them. To John, Sherlock is that unbelievable coincidence that completed his life - a MIRACLE. </dramatic> </but I mean it>

pikse:

John’s final message to Sherlock. “One more miracle, for me.” This part is so goddamn painful.

The second I heard him say it, “it was all a miracle” was incluided in the speech in my headcanon.

You don’t even necessarily need to lose a friend to know the meaning of the word “miracle”. Sometimes you have a person, or people, in your life that CAN’T HAPPEN, shouldn’t, couldn’t have happened if the laws of nature and the universe whatnot had the slightiest bit of sense left, but there they are, the unbelievable and amazing people and you, YOU know them. It’s the overwhelming feeling of privilege and gratitude of knowing them and having the possibility to be with them.

To John, Sherlock is that unbelievable coincidence that completed his life - a MIRACLE.

</dramatic>

</but I mean it>

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thescienceofjohnlock: atlinmerrick: Sherlock Tumblr Porn There are all kinds of virginity. There’s the never-been-kissed sort. John lost that at thirteen. Sherlock just before sixteen. There’s the never-had-sex kind. John lost that at seventeen, Sherlock at thirty-four. And then there’s, well, there’s the never had anal-sex kind of virginity and John and Sherlock both lost that within the same week, Sherlock first. The morning they made this new kind of love John almost had heart failure. So scared was he of doing it wrong, of hurting Sherlock, of coming too fast, the good doctor quite nearly didn’t come at all. Well he needn’t have worried. Almost as soon as John slid slow inside his lover’s long body, Sherlock sighed, wrapped arms and legs around smooth flesh, and pulled his sweetheart close. As John murmured endearments and diminutives—”It’s all right baby, breathe my love, it’s fine”—Sherlock actually giggled, drunk on equal parts pleasure, pain, and the sweet heat of John’s bare skin. And as John thrust soft, slow, and so-very-right, the good detective’s gentle caresses became nails leaving pretty tracks along his lover’s back. By the time Sherlock came—long before John—he was so overdosed on pleasure his toes were curled and he was quiet possibly speaking in tongues. Yes, there’s all kinds of virginity, and too many are lost in ways far less sweet. But Sherlock, and later that week John, were lucky. They lost this kind to each other and the only regret either had was that they didn’t do it sooner. Well that, and maybe it’ve been nice to record it. Ahem.    Previous: A Study in Red | Next: Eat I wanted to write something for the so-very-gifted Kuuttamo. When I asked what she’d like she requested a story to go with this virgin!Sherlock drawing of hers that I love. This is that (slightly silly) tale. About tail, I guess. I loooove this Reblogging again because I love this Atlins story so mu-hu-huuuch! &lt;3

thescienceofjohnlock:

atlinmerrick:

Sherlock Tumblr Porn

There are all kinds of virginity.

There’s the never-been-kissed sort. John lost that at thirteen. Sherlock just before sixteen.

There’s the never-had-sex kind. John lost that at seventeen, Sherlock at thirty-four.

And then there’s, well, there’s the never had anal-sex kind of virginity and John and Sherlock both lost that within the same week, Sherlock first.

The morning they made this new kind of love John almost had heart failure. So scared was he of doing it wrong, of hurting Sherlock, of coming too fast, the good doctor quite nearly didn’t come at all.

Well he needn’t have worried.

Almost as soon as John slid slow inside his lover’s long body, Sherlock sighed, wrapped arms and legs around smooth flesh, and pulled his sweetheart close.

As John murmured endearments and diminutives—”It’s all right baby, breathe my love, it’s fine”—Sherlock actually giggled, drunk on equal parts pleasure, pain, and the sweet heat of John’s bare skin.

And as John thrust soft, slow, and so-very-right, the good detective’s gentle caresses became nails leaving pretty tracks along his lover’s back.

By the time Sherlock came—long before John—he was so overdosed on pleasure his toes were curled and he was quiet possibly speaking in tongues.

Yes, there’s all kinds of virginity, and too many are lost in ways far less sweet. But Sherlock, and later that week John, were lucky. They lost this kind to each other and the only regret either had was that they didn’t do it sooner.

Well that, and maybe it’ve been nice to record it.

Ahem.

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I wanted to write something for the so-very-gifted Kuuttamo. When I asked what she’d like she requested a story to go with this virgin!Sherlock drawing of hers that I love. This is that (slightly silly) tale. About tail, I guess.

I loooove this

Reblogging again because I love this Atlins story so mu-hu-huuuch! <3

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