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JOHNIARTY- VICTORIAN BOYFRIENDS
Captain John Watson is readjusting to life in London when he meets Professor James Moriarty, a brilliant philosopher and astronomer. As is John’s luck there’s more to James than meets the eye, but he’s too besotted to care.
Cue them sneaking off together, hiding their affair, John slowly becoming part of his criminal empire and LOTS of victorian sex slang
DO NOT REPOST OR REUSE MY GIFS!
JOHNIARTY - SEWN TOGETHER
It seemed so simple at the time - Sherlock’s angel, battling his demons. Stitch them together and encourage John to win. Life is rarely so neat, however. After he got over initial revulsion and horror, John resigned himself to a life of isolation. What could he do with a rotting corpse half inside him, hanging off him like a conjoined and malformed twin?
But then Sherlock used his serum, and Jim’s corpse began to move.
@bbcshortarse came up with this AU and sent the Imagine blog a story based upon it, and now we’re RPing it together X3 I made this for them!
The Great Game
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Jim grinned, taking his fingers away and pressed his length in, turning John around in strong hands, pressing him up against the tile. “This what you want?” He breathed, buried inside of him.
“Yes!” John cried. “Yes, Daddy, that’s what I need... Move, please,” he begged, pressing back against him.
Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)
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He laced fingers in his hair. “N-never gonna last like this,” he breathed, touching his cheek. with his free hand, his hips jerking into his mouth a little as he continued.
“It’s too good, too fucking good!” He shuddered, thighs shaking.
John wanted him to come. He hummed softly, blinking up at Jim. His lips quirked a little and he nodded at Jim, encouraging him.
JOHNIARTY - GUNPLAY
God, it was dangerous. The pistol was loaded, John knew, but the way Jim’s tongue pressed against the barrel… he couldn’t resist. It was an invitation, a promise if John gave in.
And John always gave in.
The Great Game
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He added another, groaning. “Oh I love hearing you talk like that, Johnny boy. LIstening to you beg so prettily for me…”
“I’m glad you like it, Daddy. Mmn - Hurry, please, I need you...
Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)
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He was perfect. John was absolutely perfect in every capacity and Jim knew he was in trouble. There was no possible way he could ever let him go now, and it wasn’t only because he was fucking his face.
JIm loosed another moan, staring back at him with lust filled black eyes, slowly letting his cock slide through his lips, muttering praises in whatever language came to mind, in this case it was Italian.
John sucked in earnest, eager to please Jim. It wasn’t just his foreign language, or the sound of his moans, or even the way he slowed his pace to admire John - he really, really liked Jim, and after one date that was dangerous.
Men weren’t exactly his taste, usually. The time in the army, that was just... it was friendship and desperation, that was all. At least that’s what John told himself as he rolled his tongue over Jim’s head.
God, he didn’t want to be with anyone else.
Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)
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Jim gasped, tangling his fingers in John’s hair and pulling a little to hold him still. He moaned, the heat of his mouth sending shockwaves through his body. He whimpered, hips moving slowly into his lips. “Oh, John…”
In truth, John loved the way it felt. Being held in place, utterly at Jim’s whim as he slowly fucking his mouth... it was perfect. His lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes, watching Jim’s expressions.
The Great Game
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“Never again,” he promised, kissing his skin with slow, tender relish. “Mmn, and I won’t stop either. Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grinned, fucking his finger into him.
“God damn right,” John growled. It wasn’t enough; he needed more, needed to be filled. “More, Jim, please!”
The Great Game
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He grinned, sucking on his throat , listening to him speak. “I will do anything and everything to you, Johnny boy,” he whispered. “Say the word and I will. I’m at your mercy, at your whim. You are the only one in the whole of creation that has power over me. I bow to no one but you.” His finger pressed into him and he let out a satisfied purr.
“A-ah, I won’t... I won’t ask you to bow. Just don’t lie to me. Don’t... Don’t leave me,” John whispered, pressing back against him. “And for fuck’s sake, don’t stop that...”
Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)
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He moaned, staring right back at him and watching the hunger well in John’s eyes. He grinned, biting his lip to watch him, goosebumps rising on his skin. “Fuck, Johnny, please,” he gasped, fingers sliding into his hair.
John gripped Jim’s arse and pulled him forward, swallowing his cock. His pink lips slid along his skin as John took as much of his length as he could. For good measure he crooked his finger and gestured to Jim to move - he wanted to be used.
More LTPOG stuff… coloured page 2!
Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)
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“Y-yes, John, I think I would,” he smiled, awed.
On command he climbed onto the couch, eyes trained on him. His heart was pounding, his body throbbing with want and it was obvious through the tight jeans he was wearing.
John slid a hand over his erection, squeezing gently through the denim. His eyes never left Jim’s as he unzipped him and slipped his cock free. Licking his lips, he slid the pads of his fingers along Jim’s shaft a moment before he opened his mouth invitingly.
The Great Game
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A soft laugh brushed his lips and the back of John’s neck. “You make me wild, Johnny boy,” he snarled, slipping a little bottle out of his pocket and slicked his fingers, teasing his entrance. “Mm, I ache to get into this tight little arse of yours, baby. I think about fucking you constantly. Can barely take a shower without thinking about how beautiful you look when wet.” He smirked, watching his slick fingers wet John’s skin. “Like that.”
“I think about you all the time,” John admitted. “Your hands, your lips, the little mole on your chest... the one under your eye... I think about you pinning me down, I think about your teeth leaving marks on my skin, I think about the way your eyes burn when you bury your cock in my throat...”
He let out a soft sigh, pressing back against Jim’s gentle fingers,
Coloured page 3 of LTPOG~ It’s past midnight and I need to go to bed ahah!
Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)
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He loosed a low moan, kissing him roughly. “Well if…if you would like to return the favor….” He breathed, almost shy. “If that mouth of yours kisses that well I can only imagine your other talents.”
John grinned up at him. “... Would you like to fuck my face, Jim?” It was a coy invitation, far bolder than John usually dared to be, but adrenaline surged through him. “Come here.”
The Great Game
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“You have been good,” he whispered, kissing along his skin with warm, deep presses of his lips. “Far better than I’ve been, Johnny, and you deserve the world. I’ll give it to you too. And right now?” He turned John around, pressing him into the tile, one hand still stroking him. “I’ll give you my cock.” He slid John’s clothes down, baring his arse to the open air and pressed his hips against him, letting him feel his own hard length through his trousers. “You see what you do to me?”
John moaned, digging his fingers into the grout. Jim’s skin was flushed and heated against him - even through the cloth of his trousers. “Yes... I see, Daddy,” he breathed. “I’m... I’m glad, I love that I can make you hard.”
