crimson-winter:

crimson-winter:

i just love to headcannon all the different variations of johnlock sex

like there’d obviously be the high off a case sex, never making it to the bedroom, one of them just bending the other down onto the kitchen table and sucking and fucking him ‘til he’s gasping and shaking and numb

and then there’s the sleepy morning sex where it’s warm and tender and there’s a little bit of dusty light filtering in and they’re just lying on their sides and placing soft kisses on their shoulders and backs, somewhat wondering if they’re dreaming

and the super jealous sex, where one of them gets chatted up on the street and the other just can’t live with that so they forget the case and rush home and fuck until his smell is back all over his skin

the incredibly passionate night time sex, where they draw out every gasping near-orgasm, and they can’t touch enough, and the sheets are balled and tangled and there’s desperate kisses and rolling spines and licking any curve of any limb and they want to make it last so they switch for hours until they’re both exhausted and satisfied and sleepy

and the sex that one of them uses in return for a chore, and that’s a bit fucked up, they think, but who cares, i don’t want to do the dishes

blowjob, hand job, and rim job sex where his fingers are snaking their way into his hair and pulling him down into him, or one’s rimmed ‘til he’s panting and drooling

and the sex that doesn’t even feel like sex. the painful intimacy where they’re both afraid and sad and remembering the road to where they are and needing to be closer, just come closer, and they don’t even finish because i’ve lost you so many times… not one more, please.

and sex in the bathroom so they can see their orgasm faces in the mirror

the sex where sherlock looks up a bunch of different positions and kinks and they’re trying them all out, laughing at the silliness, until they try one kink and everything is silent until john dips his head back and sighs oh… fuck.

and the dirty sex, where they’ve never really liked dirty talk, but this time - this time i’m gonna fuck you into the mattress, you’re gonna take it all in your pretty little arse and you’re gonna swallow me whole, aren’t you?

the silly sex where they’re stumbling drunk and laughing and happy and falling off the bed and they’re having trouble getting hard because there’s just so much alcohol in them

or the birthday sex, where one of them does a little strip tease and imitates marilyn monroe’s happy birthday mr. president and then sits on the other’s lap and gives a grinding lap dance

and the public sex: when they’re out with lestrade and just dip into the alleyway for a quickie, or they traveled all the way to the beach and he just looks so hot in those wet swim trunks that i need it right now in the sandy bathroom

or the sex when they’ve just experimented with shaving for a change and they feel like pornstars until they get rashes from the stubble 

and then they go to a gay club just for funsies and they’re grinding in the center and a little bit high and a lot more happy and don’t blame me if the grinding turns into secret fucking standing up, it’s dark and he told me to 

or the sex when they just stay up late talking about what works best for them and which positions and thrusts are their favorites so they try to have perfect sex where everyone gets exactly what they want but it turns more into a battle of perfection and neither of them feel as good as when it’s just horny and sloppy

sex where his eyes are the sexiest part, dark and dangerous and never looking away

shower, bath tub, and swimming pool sex that never actually works out as well as the movies made it out to be

and the sex after they’re all dressed up and dapper so they have to be careful not to get cum on the tuxedo

and the sex that they’ve been dreaming of, wanking to the thought of since they first met

all these variations and options.. and i love them all

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