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After Watching "A Scandal in Belgravia"
Sherlock Fandom: That was amazing.
Steven Moffat: Really? You think so?
Sherlock Fandom: Of course. Extraordinary. Quite extraordinary.
Steven Moffat: That's not what you normally say.
Sherlock Fandom: What do we normally say?
Steven Moffat: 'Fuck you.'
A scandal in Belgravia
John: *trying so hard to be straight*
Irene: *trying so hard to be gay*
Sherlock Holmes, making people question their sexuality since 1887. Still a virgin.
YES YES - THIS THIS THIS. YES. OH. GOD. YES.
The leather is smooth and cool where it slides across his lip. If he had the strength, he could touch his tongue to it, taste the bitter sweet flavor, inhale the heady scent of soap and musk. He would take more if only he could, but that’s not what John wants from him today, and he knows it. John demands obedience and strength of mind, self-discipline and self-denial. The temptation to misbehave is strong, the pleasure of the snap of the crop across his arse an enticement that’s hard to resist.
But he will resist, will obey.
For now.
Once again.
Dead.
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You can use that crop on me any day. (Irene or Sherlock. I’m not picky.)
It always makes me feel a little more okay with myself when I see nudes that have the same body type that I do.
