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if there is such a place as knitting hell
it will be full of picot bind offs
tagged all the askbox smutlets I’ve received with ‘askbox smut’
for easy savior’ing
well, for you.
for me it’s easy access <3
things I do at 3am when I can’t go to sleep
sherlock-sherbet replied to your post: Sherlock has amazing self-control. John likes to break it. He strips Sherlock down and lays him out, stretched tight against his bonds, wrists and ankles locked in with soft leather. He covers Sherlock’s eyes and ears, makes the detective guess where he is, and he’s still more often right than wrong. He brings out the riding crop at first, but when Sherlock’s skin is pink and stinging, he switches to just his nails-John scrapes down his sides and strokes his nipples until Sherlock is writhing.
Guhhhh I wish I could reblog this.
Done! <3
Rebloggable.
| Sherlock has amazing self-control. John likes to break it. He strips Sherlock down and lays him out, stretched tight against his bonds, wrists and ankles locked in with soft leather. He covers Sherlock's eyes and ears, makes the detective guess where he is, and he's still more often right than wrong. He brings out the riding crop at first, but when Sherlock's skin is pink and stinging, he switches to just his nails-John scrapes down his sides and strokes his nipples until Sherlock is writhing. | ◤ |  Anonymous |
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I LOVE YOU BBY
Portrait in the fucking attic… It’s the only way, I’m telling you!
This gifset will never be not true
Because I haven’t shared one in a while. And who doesn’t need more naked John in their lives?
They’d been back from the case in Dartmoor for a few days when it happened. John was minding his own business, checking his email, when Sherlock cleared his throat.
“John?”
John closed the lid of the laptop, studying Sherlock’s face. There was a flush across his cheeks, a clear sign that whatever he was thinking about, it was exciting him.
“What’s up, Sherlock?”
“When you pulled rank. At Baskerville, I mean. Is that… I mean… can you do that at will?”
John raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking if I can fall back into army mode for a case or something?”
At this, Sherlock flushed even deeper. “Not a case, precisely.”
“Sherlock…” John’s voice was teasing, slightly rough around the edges. “Are you telling me you’ve got some kind of military kink?”
“I wouldn’t call it a military kink. Not entirely. More of a Captain Watson kink, specifically.”
John got up, crossed the sitting room and ruffled Sherlock’s hair.
“I think I still have a few things packed up in boxes, let me go check.” He smirked to himself, knowing full well he still had a full kit of both combat and dress uniforms.
And that was how John ended up sweaty and exhausted, draped across Sherlock’s bed in nothing but his dog tags and pair of well-worn old combat boots.
marple | murder is easy
Benedict’s bomber jacket appreciation set.
