(Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

Comments

[desecrated]

Y-you don't have to do them.
[He sits and offers his hands again, sheepishly.] Doctors don't do this sort of work. They need you. Upstairs.

[John is short and stocky, but stubborn, really. Stubborn about caring about him Which is unusual.]

Are you usually so caring about low-level employees?

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John reaches for one hand and holds it, then gently begins to rub the salve over the tender spots. It should have a nice, cooling effect, even if it smells like medicine.]

My shift is over. I can do what I want.

[He smiles, but then raises his brow at the last part.]

I don't see what your level has to do with it.

[He's a doctor. This is what he does.]

[desecrated]

[He shrugs, watching the salve ease it's way into raw, chapped skin.]

Because you intended to go home, you've had a long shift, you've never noticed me before, and people are usually selfish about their own lives, and their own hours.

Instead you're looking after me.
Now, of course you're a competent doctor, so you prefer busy days, though you care for the injured you prefer that they're more of them. You have a romantic life despite your shifts, though you are unwilling to commit to anyone.
[He shrugs. He's not well-liked for a reason.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John does pause a moment when Sherlock says all that.]

Perceptive.

[He's not sure how he feels about being read so completely. Has this man asked around about him or something? He lets the hand go and reaches for the other hand to give it the same treatment.]

I didn't get your name.

[desecrated]

Sherlock.

[He lets John take his other hand that is just as chapped and sore. He hadn't really paid attention.

John isn't angry. Normally people don't like being read. John didn't seem to mind. What a strange man.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John can tell Sherlock is a little different. He's dealt with some patients who have had mental issues, though he wouldn't call Sherlock mental. Just.. peculiar.]

It's nice to meet you, Sherlock.

[He lets go of the man's hand.]

Better?

[desecrated]

[He touches his palm with his fingers, prodding a little.]

Yes, thank you.
Now if you'll please answer me who is doing the laundry in my absence, and I'm not fired am I? It cannot be you as you have a shift in the morning, and you cannot do shifts and the laundry. It will go or someone else will have to do it if I am not.

If you ask any of the orderlies to do it, they will ruin my system. It is efficient, the laundry gets done properly and they are sanitized and clean for anyone upstairs to use without fear of infection.

[you_dont_work_alone]

You're going to lose the use of your hands if you keep going as you are. Let them do the laundry for a few days.

[John gets up and wipes his hands off with a handkerchief in his pocket, then uncaps the eyedrops.]

Tilt your chin.

[He touches Sherlock's chin gently, to lift it up so the man stares up at him so he might administer the eyedrops.]

[desecrated]

[He tilts his chin up, wincing at the drops. He'd been so caught up in his work he didn't really notice the damage being done. Retain his focus. He notices John's facial features. They're a bit appealing, he's soft edges, not hardened by some of the other surgeons.]

They will not be pleased, it won't be sanitized properly.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Tell them what to do. I'll put you in charge of it.

[The orderlies will love that, he's sure.]

[desecrated]

[He winces at the drops' sting and chuckles in amusement.]

They'll love that.

[you_dont_work_alone]

I think you'll love that.

[John is amused. He puts the eyedrops down.]

Three times daily until the bottle is run out. Leave the rest of the laundry for tonight. Have the orderlies work on it tomorrow. alright? That's an order.

[desecrated]

[That's an order.Captain and Doctor's orders. Military. He does like that a bit.]

We're perfectly clear, Sir.

[He's not one to experience... attraction like normal people, but - there might be a little dilating of the pupils.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[Something about the look on Sherlock's face makes John's cheeks flush a bit. Ahem. His pupils might have done the same thing.]

Good. I better not catch you scrubbing wash tomorrow, either. I'll be checking in on you to make sure.

[He's glad it's settled, since he didn't really want to do laundry anyway.]

Do you, um, need a lift home?

[desecrated]

I'll be fine.

[He's still not changed out of his soaked trousers and digs his socks out of his shoes, looking a little uncomfortable to sit in the small chair and put them on. It's weird going home so early.

The socks are knitted and have been patched a few times. It's clear he - dresses more than his budget. Wants to be respected and not look vulnerable. Then he realizes what might be implied and shrugs.]

If you want to give me a lift, I am unopposed.

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John wouldn't let the man walk home in this state or take the bus.]

I don't mind at all.

[When Sherlock is ready, John will walk with him outside to the car. It's not really his, it's a loan from the military. If he gets an urgent call, they don't want one of their top doctors sitting on the bus.]

[desecrated]

[Sherlock nods and goes out to the car, feeling odd about getting in the passenger's side, a bit like - he really shouldn't be doing this.

Maybe that was why he liked the car.]

Loaner car..

[It's not that hard to tell. He's still - trying to impress and yet push his limits.] Last row of barracks.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Yes, it is. I should warn you, I'm not a very good driver. I don't really enjoy it.

[But John does manage to get them out of the parking lot and on their way.]

Do you have your own place or do you share it?

[It's not an odd thing to ask, is it?]

[desecrated]

It's the barracks, it's mostly shared space. I do have some of my own though. Why?
[He chuckles a little, staring at his hands in his lap.]

Are you not one for intimacy in front of others, Doctor? You do examine them all day, I don't see why it matters.

[He's either being bold or purposefully scandalous to make the attempt at friendship uncomfortable. He can't figure out why a doctor that just came down to the laundry on a whim decided he deserved care. He'd limp in exhausted some nights after everyone went to bed and no one cared then. He was clean at least, suppose he should be grateful for the distraction.

He doesn't really care about John's driving and ignore it.]

It's just at the very far end.
[The road is bumpy and uneven and he doesn't really care, he's more focused on examining his fingers than the conditions.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

What? [John turns red at the suggestion!] Of course not. I mean, that's not why I was asking.

[Why was he asking? He's not even sure. It just occurred to him to ask. Maybe it was improper of him.]

I just wanted to know if you'd be able to rest comfortably.

[desecrated]

[Sherlock frowns a little.]
Yes of course. [Why does John care about his comfort? It's not like anyone else does. As long as he is not in a drug den or dying his brother does not care about his situation. The fact he had space should be a good thing. He ignores the fact he might be wrong about intimacy.
Why else would John care about someone's comfort.]
I am an employee, not a ward.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Not my employee. More like... coworkers.

Or friends. If you want.

[John has a few friends, but having more wouldn't hurt.]

[desecrated]

[He shrugs, acting like he is bored and factual.] I don't have friends [He then wants to amend that.] I mean, I am usually too busy or too tired to ... socialize.

[Besides, it's not like he tries to be well-liked.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

You could if you.. you know, wanted to.

[He feels sort of foolish for trying so hard. John isn't even sure why he's compelled to try with this man. Soon they're at the barracks and he pulls up.]

Well, goodnight. Don't forget to use those medicines.

[desecrated]

[Sherlock isn't sure he could, even if he did want to. He is very busy with his work, and it's what others consider menial. It's just supposed to get done, doesn't matter who does it. He contemplates asking John to come see the small corner that's his, but - that's too far, isn't it?]

Goodnight, John. I won't.