I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
My Lets Draw Sherlock entry, inspired by Closer by Nine Inch Nails
OR an excuse to draw porn?
Happy Red Thong Monday LOL
I said I’ll go nsfw at any time, hopefully it’s not too alarming on a Monday! XD
this fucking reaction image i cant
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~
“So what are we doing then?”
“Oh just passing the time… and proving a point.”
“That you’re in love with me.”
yes yes yes! this has got to happen!!
I don’t know why I made this. Holy shit this is nerve wrecking. Err… Happy Red Pants Monday.
He knows about the pants.
WHAT IS TH-THIS FEELING?? COULD IT BE??
oh my god it’s a yaoi
That is a mouthwatering fucking nape right there.
The wash of warm air returns to John’s nape. Sherlock runs his tongue from the base of his neck to the base of his skull. John swallows and shivers, and feels his nipples harden.
“I do so love the back of your neck,” Sherlock purrs. “When I’m fucking you it’s all I can do not to savage it.”
(I loves me the nape porn. Backs of necks are soooo delectable.)
Hey, Prof. Here’s some nape porn for you, for no good reason other than that it happened.
The back of John’s neck is warm, and soft, with a subtle nap that’s a delight for Sherlock to have under his lips. Living with it is ceaseless temptation; at times, like this one when the afternoon light pours through the windows to gleam in the fine golden fuzz at John’s hairline, Sherlock breaks. He pulls John back into his arms and nuzzles until, with a sigh, John tips his head forward and allows Sherlock to help himself to that delectable nape.
Sherlock laps at him like a grooming cat, tongue spread broad and clinging to feel every grain, to taste John to the full in this expanse of him that’s so naked yet forbidden. It helps him think, knowing that John is stowed safe and snug in his arms, all his intimacies accessible should Sherlock want them. He can safely let the world beyond them fall away, shrunk down to the space encompassed by John’s warm body and that which immediately partakes of it.
Sometimes the gentleness of lips and tongue aren’t enough, and nothing will do for that sweet, soft nape but to be possessed by a corresponding hardness. John gasps, then, as the sharp edges of Sherlock’s teeth sink into his flesh and grip. Sometimes that’s enough, a reminder of roughness, a celebration of the vulnerability of that beautiful span. But at other times, Sherlock feels himself creased with the need for John to feel him to his utmost, through every filament of him. And then, oh then he bites down, seeks and finds the tendons of John’s trapezius and captures them, squeezes them between ridges of enamel till the pressure pulls John’s neck into an arch and his body surrenders itself, enervated, into the clasp of Sherlock’s arms.
Caught in that grip, Sherlock knows, John can feel him in his fingers and toes, the backs of his knees and the small of his back, over the curve of his arse and his belly and nipples and in the roots of his teeth. It drives John slowly, beautifully mad, to be held this way. Sherlock keeps him, caught and feeling, till John’s hips are rolling gently against his groin and he can taste John’s rising pulse against his tongue.
Sometimes John wants to be fucked like this, caught between Sherlock’s teeth and cock, but today, this is enough for them. At length, John pulls Sherlock’s arms tighter around him. Sherlock finally releases him to nibble gentle apologies up and down his neck, and they stand together, feeling the tingle of each other in their bodies.
PA. Are you. Trying to. FUCKING KILL ME? I mean. I mean. “all his intimacies accessible…he can taste John’s rising pulse against his tongue…” I am being literal and not exaggerating when I say my goddamn mouth is watering.
(I especially like how you got the whole cat thing in there without being explicit about it. Somehow that made it all the more, well, tasty.)
Good lord, sign me up for that hotness.
I’ve probably blogged these before, but seriously, these pictures should be illegal. They’re definitely NSFW.
Red is the sexiest color.
Happy Red Pants Monday
I just. I think this is one of the biggest signs of how deeply Sherlock cares about John, how deeply he’s in love with him. Sherlock, who could easily starve himself to death when distracted by a case, always, always makes sure that John is fed. Without fail. Even at the start of their many adventures, when they’re in Angelo’s restaurant, Sherlock says that John “might as well eat,” since they’re on stakeout. Even though Sherlock isn’t interested in eating, himself.
Sherlock does that again and again - taking John to restaurant after restaurant, making sure that John orders something and eats it, even when Sherlock’s busy scribbling notes or hypothesizing about a case. (Just look at that bottom-left GIF. Case in point.) The message? JOHN MUST EAT, even if Sherlock does not.
And this is Sherlock, folks. A cold and asocial man who doesn’t give a rat’s arse about other people, normally. But John is the only one whose bloody eating habits Sherlock cares about, with a compulsive, clockwork attentiveness that borders on (hell, is) domestic. That level of concern is not something even average people would feel for mere ‘friends’, let alone Sherlock, who cares little enough about other people’s fiddly feelings and fiddly needs, in the first place.
Sherlock feeds John. And watches out for John, not only in the epic life-saving way, but also in the day-to-day, make-sure-John-gets-fed way.
This pattern repeats throughout canon.
Which is why I love this GIF-set.
Because it’s true.
Not so much because of the girlfriend angle, but because Sherlock is always painfully aware of John, of John’s wellbeing, his health and his happiness. Sherlock is absolutely fucking devoted. And it shows.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I believe so much in Johnlock.
Johnlock definition on UrbanDictionary.com
Oh. God. Yes.