Ever since reading this marvelous chapter of Chasingriversong’s Headmaster fic, drawings like these are relevant to my interests.
/shoves these in your face and runs
A day that starts with tentacle porn starts damn well.
More smut practice, now with bonus tentacles.
![Happy penis Friday. Happy nearly-weekend. Happy damn well everything.
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The dip of the panties into the swell of his bum…good god that’s beautiful.
The, uh, glass dildo ain’t so bad either.
tight
Oh Pirate, you have outdone yourself. And the witty, in-the-know ending…perfect!
A Gentleman’s Guide To Gunnes
Greg licked his lips, unabashedly staring at the elegant, sateen-gloved hand curled about Mycroft’s lace clad cock. “Why are you wearing those?”
Mycroft arched an impossibly sharp eyebrow. “Remember when I invited you down to Sussex, for the weekend?”
Greg started to flush a rather charming shade of crimson. “You asked if I’d like to try a bit of black powder.”
Mycroft grinned. ”Yes.” Then slowly, for emphasis, he began to stroke his cock, teasing out long pulls in perfect rhythm with his enunciation. “And how eager you were too, to take instruction in the priming and loading of a gentleman’s weapon.”
Greg felt himself harden at the memory, watching Mycroft thrust that damned ramrod repeatedly down the smooth barrel, every flicker of embarrassment plain on his face as he registered his host’s rather brazen invitation. And later, every cry of pleasure as Mycroft primed and loaded Greg, executing the task with equal precision.
“I believe you inquired why the musket ball must be wrapped in silk.”
At the word silk, Mycroft rolled his gloved thumb over the head of his cock, smearing his pre-come.
Greg bit back a groan. He was so hard now his syllables were faltering. “You said something about enhanced accuracy and performance.”
A dark stain was spreading along the fingers of the glove. “Precisely. You don’t want the projectile bouncing around willy-nilly in the barrel during firing. That would require a miracle to hit anything.”
‘From memory,” Greg let his gaze follow the lurid motion, “you had a rather impressive aim.”
Mycroft stilled his hand, peeled off the glove and tossed it aside.
“Indeed.”
His now gloveless hand flicked open the top button and flies on Greg trousers.
“Though one ought not to become too complacent about such matters.” He slipped deft fingers inside, freeing Greg’s burgeoning erection. “I put great stock in the practice of perfecting one’s skills. And…” He pressed his lover’s chest gently towards the leather-covered bureau, “…firmly believe a gentleman must never neglect the proper care and handling of his weapon.”Greg parted his thighs and pushed back into the hard heat behind him. Soft lace and gartered stockings brushed across his arse, framing the cock that was teasing him open.
“So what you’re saying is…”
Mycroft slicked himself up and slowly pushed in.
Greg babbled, open mouthed and moaned, “Oh god that’s good!”
“What I am saying…”
Mycroft pulled back and angled his thrust hard home.
“…My good man…”
Another thrust.
“…Is that providing you are amenable…”
Greg was a heartbeat away from coming and had to scrabble at the edge of the desk to brace against something.
“…I would like to broaden the instruction to include…”
One final thrust.
“…Regular sessions.”
Before Greg could gather breath to answer, he was spurting all over that lovely leather topped bureau while Mycroft pounded to climax inside him.
When they had both recovered some semblance of coherence, Greg reached around to pat his lover’s thigh.
“I get Saturdays and every second Monday off, providing I’m not on a case, and your brother doesn’t go and do something idiotic to get everyone up in arms.” He threw a cheeky grin over his shoulder. “Love you in lace by the way. Nice touch. I bet you’d look bloody gorgeous in crimson.”
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Atlin Merrick posted this pic (Source)
Solrosan asked for a wee fic. Atlin sent out the prompt and then this happened.
I’m still not quite sure how it ended up being an analogous commentary about antique firearms, but when it comes to the Holmes boys and their beaus, I guess anything can happen. Anyway, I hope that was convincing enough Solrosan.
I’m going to imagine this is Mycroft. Or Mark Gatiss. Or…I don’t know, I just need to stare at this a bit. Thank you.
You see that bodacious bum? You do realise that if he ever gets a bit heavy there will be even more?
Well, I’m glad that’s decided.
I’m sending Docspocklock her weight in glitter. She’s now become my preferred purveyor of sparkly awesome and, apparently, penis hats.
this is silly
Anonymous asked you:So, I have this visual in my head of a very cold Bat John hiding in Sherlock’s trousers to try and stay warm and suddenly he tugs on his foreskin a bit to cover the top of his head like a tiny beanie. In all honesty, I’ve been giggling about this all day and my husband is beginning to suspect it’s something naughty! Thank you for not only your art but for silly moments in my day like this that you are the direct inspiration for.
Anonymous asked you:Requests? You’re so good to us!! Please some Bat!John and Sherlock cuddles?
