Benedict Cumberbatch looks like he ought to be on the cover of a romance novel. Or the cover of a DVD about some gorgeous, brilliant chap with tons of people enamoured of him and… wait…
Have I mentioned that Jude Law’s Watson is one of my three most favourite Watsons ever
Have I mentioned that your drawing of him here is one of my favourite Watsons ever? <3
and I AM horny
This gives me a double shot RIGHT in the girly-bits and in my fic-brain. The Muse is on the verge of rubbing up against this image like a cat high on catnip. Jeeeeeez!
Posting early for Penis Friday as I might not be around. I might do more work on this at a later date. I wanted to add the lovely black wallpaper from Irene’s flat but didn’t have time t source it
this really is such a beautiful manip!
Bringing this bit of shmexy manip awesome back. Glassdildo rocks the manip world.
One more : 2013 09 08 - TIFF People Magazine Portraits by Ruven Afanador
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Here, have some johnlock sex.
Ops, i think i added something!
oh sweet god in heaven!!
Mr. McGregor, this is indecent.
mother of GOD
Ewan McGregor MUST BE STOPPED.
I’d say ‘tag your porn’, but you have - didn’t stop me having a knicker crisis upon seeing this array of garment porn! The amount of sheer sexy awesome here is staggering!
levynite replied to your post “levynite replied to your post “DirtyCorza: GF John hummed into the…”
IT DID NOT ASPLODED. IT SPONTANEUOSLY SELF COMBUSTED.
WHAT DID YOU EXPECT WITH THIS KIND OF SMUTTERY! READ COMMANDO OR PREPARE FOR RUINED KNICKERS, YO!
John hummed into the kiss, letting his eyes close as Greg’s lips overtook his, deep and sultry, yet taking their time. It made him whimper in frustration, the kiss far too languorous when his own needs were battling for fulfilment.
"John." Sherlock’s voice broke through the hum of need and want as his violinist’s hands splayed long fingers over his hips. "We’ll take care of you."
John let himself be tugged forward, knees spreading as he moved up Sherlock’s body until they were spread out on either side of the man’s hips. He gasped when his hard cock came into contact with Sherlock’s slick stomach, groaning as he rocked his hips into it. He relished the feel of the slippery spunk-covered skin against his throbbing member, a whimper caught in his throat when Sherlock arched his back, pressing up in time with John’s slow thrusts.
He wasn’t sure when Greg’s lips had left his own, but when he felt a stubbled chin against his shoulder, soft lips soothing the roughed skin, John’s eyes opened with a start. “Oh god.”
He shuddered under the assault of his senses, barely holding in a shout when Sherlock’s fingers gripped his hips more tightly, urging his thrusts harder and faster. His own hands reached for Sherlock’s shoulders, tugging him up, letting the thrusts slow as Sherlock sat up until he was close enough to kiss. John’s cock was aching, and he put every ounce of that frustration into the kiss, pulling Sherlock closer until their chests were pressed together, his lips and teeth devouring Sherlock’s. It wasn’t enough, though, making John growl in frustration as he tried to figure out what was missing, what more his body ached for.
Then Greg was kneeling behind him once more, a firm pressure against his back just as Sherlock was a firm pressure against his front, and John couldn’t stop the gasps of pleasure that rocked through him. His head fell back as the orgasm rocked through him, causing his whole body to shudder and only staying upright thanks to the firm bodies at his front and back.
*squirmy flailing* Oh, my… yes. I think, whenever this is done, it will be going into the ‘spank bank’. It’s like you lifted some fantasies out of my own pervish little brain. So very, very pertinent to my interests.
Greg stares at the donut currently impaled on Mycroft’s umbrella. The man had been attempting to get Greg’s attention for all of thirty seconds before he’d resorted to stabbing the pastry like so much curbside garbage with the end of his ubiquitous rain gear and lifting it in front of Greg’s face.
Greg weighs his options: he could get angry; or, he could get even.
He pulls the donut from off Mycroft’s umbrella and sets it down on his desk. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he places both hands palm-down on his desk, raises his hips, and leans forward. He snakes his tongue out to lave at the tip of the umbrella, catching the icing gathered there.
To Mycroft’s credit, he doesn’t twitch or flinch. He holds the umbrella steady whilst using his free hand to scoop up the donut off of Greg’s desk and bring it to his mouth. He quirks an elegant eyebrow in challenge.
As a reply, Greg seductively mouths the rest of the icing off the umbrella while Mycroft licks a path all around the top of the donut with the tip of his tongue, getting just a little bit of it on his upper lip. He lets it sit there, pink and obscene, and Greg huffs out an unintentionally forceful breath.
Mycroft smirks. “Two can play at that game, Gregory.”
Oh, Wearitcounts, you awesome beastie, you!
levynite replied to your post “DirtyCorza: GF “That is just-” Greg’s words halted when he noticed…”
*wanders up with a small fire extinguisher for random*
Srsly, dude. Totally need to keep one handy for this stuff. ;D
Greg started to thrust slowly, his hands on John’s hips helping to keep him steady. He didn’t let the man take control, didn’t let him speed up the pace he was thrusting into him. His eyes were locked on Sherlock’s face, watching as he bit his lip when John begged for more, the way he moaned just seconds after John did every time Greg managed to brush against his prostate.
When Greg finally gave in to John’s pleas for more and harder, it was Sherlock who gasped while John gave a muffled moan, one hand going to his mouth so he could bite his knuckle. When Greg let one hand slip down again to fist John’s cock while he thrust, it was Sherlock who cried out, back arching as if he were moments away from coming while John gave just the tiniest shudder, something Greg felt more with his cock buried deep in his ass than from his chest pressed against John’s back.
The defining moment, though, the one that pushed Greg over the edge was when John clutched at Sherlock’s shoulders, finally falling forward as his orgasm overtook him, and Sherlock met Greg’s eyes, looking over John’s shoulder to let Greg see the instant he was pushed over the edge, without a single hand on his cock, or even getting it out of his pants.
*incoherent noises of squirmy approval*
OMG! Thank you and… and… and THANK YOU! That is the nicest thing! OMG! I’m so happy you enjoy the ficcery and woah, Nelly, the idea of Rupert and me getting up to mischief together? Oh, be still my smouldering knickers!
Srsly, though, you are so lovely to say these things; I feel extraordinarily lucky to have such kind people like you wishing me well. *huge happy grins*