(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

[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.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Goodnight.

[He watches the man go inside. At least he knows Sherlock got home safely. Tomorrow, perhaps the man will enjoy ordering his new helpers around.]

[desecrated]

The next day he very much enjoys telling the orderlies how to do his laundry as he nurses his raw hands. They don't like it much, but doctor's orders.

They don't know why Laundry Boy needs a break though, really.
They complain and throw insults but Sherlock doesn't care. Or at least he acts like he doesn't care.

[you_dont_work_alone]

[The orderlies may throw insults, but when they see John enter the laundry, they all shut up and stand at attention.]

There a problem here?

No, sir!

[desecrated]

[Sherlock is enjoying himself thoroughly, sitting near the basket of clean laundry.] Doctor Watson. [He recognizes plainly.]


You need different pins for those uniforms, you're using the sheet pins.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Good. Be sure to everything he says. Exactly.

Yes, sir! [The orderlies get back to work, scrubbing much harder now.

John walks over to Sherlock.]

Let's see those hands.

[desecrated]

[Sherlock extends his hands. They look a little better - it's obvious he's used the cream rather well. He smiles when John tells them to follow his orders.]

They do feel better.

[They still hurt a little, not that Sherlock will say that. He's a proud person, proud he can take care of himself, that he doesn't need anyone, most of the time.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John is sure they do still hurt a bit, but they have healed since yesterday.]

Good job. Keep using the cream. And gloves, from now on, alright?

[desecrated]

The work is not as precise with gloves, Doctor.
Would you rather there be stains on a few linens, the patients will complain.

[He's protesting, but the discomfort in his hands and the discomfort of not being able to work hadn't helped. However it's not... right of him to defy Doctor Watson if - everyone else is staring at his brashness.]

But if you ... say so.

[you_dont_work_alone]

I'm sure it'll be good enough.

[He's not asking for perfection. Even if Sherlock wears gloves, John is sure they'll be perfectly sanitary.]

Glad to hear it. Is there anything else you need down here?