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Jim in IKEA~
Fanart for FaerieCat's fic 《Journeys End》.
@conduitstreetcat @greenfaeriefeverdream
I'm sorry to be late.
I've been a little busy recently.
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Just having my morning cigarette…
Prompt: slow dancing? Love your drawings!!
“Shut up and dance, Tiger.”
Jim definitely leads and pushes Seb’s reluctance. Took a little bit of artistic Mormor license with this one. Such a deadly pair. Thank you so much and what a lovely prompt!
Hib in 10 pictures
Rules: describe yourself with 10 pictures you already have. no downloading or searching for new ones. then tag 10 people.
Thanks for tagging me, @conduitstreetcat ♥!
Here we go:
If you want to do this, consider yourself tagged!
5, 7, and 22 for the kinky questions
((ps I love your writing so much you have no idea how damn honored I am to have you in my inbox 😍😍😍😍))
5: Where is one place you would never have sex:
“Okay, I’m gonna be real honest. ‘Would never’ doesn’t really exist for me. I could see maybe a ‘could never’, purely based on like, not being able to get it up due to the whole… trauma in that place thing, but… fuck, if my partner’s working me over and I’m there? Goddamn right we’re gonna try it. Funeral home? Sure. Church? Sure. My Father’s study? Might take a bit, but I’m sure I can get there. Prison cell? Sure. Bloody room? Fuck yeah. Elevator? Bathroom? Store? Car? Middle of the street? Sure. Why not. Let’s go. Pull your pants down.”
7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:
“Okay, so, there’s a reason I have this. Wings is a weird fuck and he liked to make ‘bird porn’ jokes because I called him a chicken wing sometimes.”
https://thcf4.redgifs.com/GenerousLonelyAntarcticgiantpetrel.webm
((Covered boobs, but no actually sex. Just... weird bird heads in bathing suits??))
22: One sexual thing you would never do:
“Honestly, not really into bathroom shit. Like, cool if that’s your thing, but just seems like a bit too much mess and not enough reward for me.”
Mormor
For @conduitstreetcat
Greg frowns as he is led down into a dark and dingy cellar, a heavy blindfold blocking out any chance of being able to see where he’s going. He almost trips over the last step and lands awkwardly into a wooden chair. He feels heavy chains bind his wrists and ankles to the chair and he prays that Mycroft would have found that he is missing. That a search party was on his way. He hears a wisp of a voice, not sure what they’re saying. But it’s definitely familiar.
All at once, the blindfold is ripped from his eyes and a spotlight is shone in his face. God, that was bright. He groans as he tries to rubs his eyes, but the chain just digs into his wrist, making blood well up.
There is a chuckle behind him, that chuckle. Mycroft! He tries to lean his chair back but he goes too far. Falling. Falling. Until he hits the concrete ground. He looks up to see the cold grey eyes of Mycroft staring back at him.
“Mycroft. Please. What-?” He begs.
Mycroft looks down at Greg, disdainfully, “shut up, mule.” He orders, putting his booted foot over Greg’s mouth.
Greg whimpers, tears in his eyes. He didn’t think that he had done anything wrong. Just this morning he had made Mycroft breakfast, with a rose and tea. He didn’t think that Mycroft had stopped loving him. He looks up at Mycroft, pleadingly.
“Get up!” Mycroft orders.
Greg whimpers and wriggles in his chair, but can’t get up. Suddenly, he’s flying. Flying until the four legs of the chair land on the floor. His head whips forwards and a headache comes on behind his eyes. “Mycroft please. You’re hurting me. I love you.” Greg begs.
“I’m doing this for you.” Mycroft hisses in his ear. “You said you wanted something rougher. Something more... Mormor.”
“Yes but-“
“Silence!” Mycroft orders, he smacks Greg upside the head, only making his headache worse. He comes around and sits on Greg’s lap, kissing him hard and pulling his hair back. “This is for you.”
"Wtf, Jim, are you seriously telling me you wanna keep them?" "But...Sebby! You won them for me at the fair! Look at them, they're maybe ordinary but...aren't they adddorable?" "Holy s**t..." @tinemo @conduitstreetcat