"Water is everywhere, all around them, and he can no longer see the shore. He can’t see anything except them, and water, and Sherlock and their hands and mouths and nothing else.
Commission! For consultingsmartass :)
The piece is my interpretation of the last bit of the fic "Water is another matter" Hope you don’t mind that I took some liberties with it :)
He wakes up once more that night, three o’ clock in the morning; the flat seems turned into a darkroom, red heat spread out across the walls from the side lamp. He is lying on the sofa between John’s thighs, the back of his head resting in the furrow between John’s hip and leg, and John’s back is bowed as he leans over him. He’s keeping Sherlock’s camera between his hands. Sherlock blinks back slowly, which draws a shaky, sharp breath out of John.
"What are you doing," he asks, throat raspy. His lungs are buttery-soft.
John pulls the camera away, smiles, and frames Sherlock’s face between his hands. “Immortalizing you,” he says. “Don’t move.”
Johnlock for ohsweetcrepes, who is a total sweetheart and without whom I would have never gotten my copy of Reapersun’s “Wreck”.
The piece is my interpretation of the last bit of the fic "The Grand tour of Europe”, so I took some liberties with it ;)
EVEN AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I AM STILL ENTERTAINED BY THE IDEA OF JOHNLOCK BLOWJOB AT GUNPOINT
WHAT WOULD BE WORSE— IF SHERLOCK DIDN’T COME
JIM WOULD SHOOT WATSON
TWO “PRESUMABLY” STRAIGHT MALES FORCED INTO FELLATIO
AND *HAVE* TO FINISH
AND NO, SHERLOCK IS THINKING ABOUT WATSON
THE SIGHT OF IT MAKES HIM HOT
AND BBY, JOHN IS TRYING HIS DAMNDEST
SMACKIN IT ON HIS CHEEK
CUZ JIM’S FAPPIN
THEN JIM TRIES TO PUT IT IN WATSON’S ASS AND SHERLOCK JUST GETS MAD
THAT’S MY HOLE >:(
IT WAS MADE FOR ME
it’s the six month anniversary of red pants monday!! thanks so much guys for making this all so weird and awesome!!!
posting this early, sorry for morning porn @w@;; will do my regular repost spam tonight still~
RED PANTS AND QUALITY PORN
JUST WHAT I NEEDED