Captain John H. Watson, M.D.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

“I’m so tired… ”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“My hands are shaking.” 

“Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”

“Please stay. I’d like some company.”

“Could I get a hug?”

“Would you pet my hair?”

“Will you sing something for me?”

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

“Can I lay my head in your lap?”

“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”

“Here, lay down in my lap.”

“You know, you’re pretty comfy.”

“Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”

“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”

“I’m not letting go.”

“I’ll hold you as long as you need.”

“It’s okay to stay, you know.”

“I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

“I’m just going to get us some tea.” John murmurs with a small smile, pressing a kiss to Sherlock’s forehead. “I’ll be no more than five minutes.”

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.

He gently brings the man’s wrist to his sightline, checking for damage. “Mm... Too tight. I’ll fix that next time if you want. Bring the proper gear and what have you.”

“I could. Probably. Won’t be as fun as the first time, obviously. But if you did-” He gently grabs Q’s thumb with his teeth before lowering his lips onto it. He sucks languidly before popping off of it with a smirk, resting his head back in Q’s hand, “I could take care of you just as well. Training and all that.”

At Q’s comments, he merely rolls his eyes, not really giving a fuck one way or the other.

“After a shower. I’m all sticky cuz of you.” He replies, leaning down to press a kiss to Q’s cheek. “You should join me.”

The cats followed them to the bathroom one jumping up to lay in the sink the other sitting on the toilet watching their every move.

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.

He gently brings the man’s wrist to his sightline, checking for damage. “Mm... Too tight. I’ll fix that next time if you want. Bring the proper gear and what have you.”

“I could. Probably. Won’t be as fun as the first time, obviously. But if you did-” He gently grabs Q’s thumb with his teeth before lowering his lips onto it. He sucks languidly before popping off of it with a smirk, resting his head back in Q’s hand, “I could take care of you just as well. Training and all that.”

At Q’s comments, he merely rolls his eyes, not really giving a fuck one way or the other.

“After a shower. I’m all sticky cuz of you.” He replies, leaning down to press a kiss to Q’s cheek. “You should join me.”

@hisloyalwriterjw

The bindings had caught John around the wrists in the heat of the moment. On top of it, one of his still healing ribs flared up from the strain and panic. He had managed to hold out, not letting the distractions stop the two of them, but now that the adrenaline rush has passed, he needs a moment.

He wring his wrists, a nervous tic that he hasn’t managed to shake even with the MI6 training. 

Exhaling sharply, he tries for a calmer tone so as to diffuse Q’s fear,

“Don’t apologize.” He murmurs, evening his breath. “Are you...”

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.

He gently brings the man’s wrist to his sightline, checking for damage. “Mm... Too tight. I’ll fix that next time if you want. Bring the proper gear and what have you.”

“I could. Probably. Won’t be as fun as the first time, obviously. But if you did-” He gently grabs Q’s thumb with his teeth before lowering his lips onto it. He sucks languidly before popping off of it with a smirk, resting his head back in Q’s hand, “I could take care of you just as well. Training and all that.”

At Q’s comments, he merely rolls his eyes, not really giving a fuck one way or the other.

“After a shower. I’m all sticky cuz of you.” He replies, leaning down to press a kiss to Q’s cheek. “You should join me.”

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.

He gently brings the man’s wrist to his sightline, checking for damage. “Mm... Too tight. I’ll fix that next time if you want. Bring the proper gear and what have you.”

“I could. Probably. Won’t be as fun as the first time, obviously. But if you did-” He gently grabs Q’s thumb with his teeth before lowering his lips onto it. He sucks languidly before popping off of it with a smirk, resting his head back in Q’s hand, “I could take care of you just as well. Training and all that.”

At Q’s comments, he merely rolls his eyes, not really giving a fuck one way or the other.

“After a shower. I’m all sticky cuz of you.” He replies, leaning down to press a kiss to Q’s cheek. “You should join me.”

@hisloyalwriterjw

The bindings had caught John around the wrists in the heat of the moment. On top of it, one of his still healing ribs flared up from the strain and panic. He had managed to hold out, not letting the distractions stop the two of them, but now that the adrenaline rush has passed, he needs a moment.

He wring his wrists, a nervous tic that he hasn’t managed to shake even with the MI6 training. 

Exhaling sharply, he tries for a calmer tone so as to diffuse Q’s fear,

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.

He gently brings the man’s wrist to his sightline, checking for damage. “Mm... Too tight. I’ll fix that next time if you want. Bring the proper gear and what have you.”

“I could. Probably. Won’t be as fun as the first time, obviously. But if you did-” He gently grabs Q’s thumb with his teeth before lowering his lips onto it. He sucks languidly before popping off of it with a smirk, resting his head back in Q’s hand, “I could take care of you just as well. Training and all that.”

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.

He gently brings the man’s wrist to his sightline, checking for damage. “Mm... Too tight. I’ll fix that next time if you want. Bring the proper gear and what have you.”

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.

He gently brings the man’s wrist to his sightline, checking for damage. “Mm... Too tight. I’ll fix that next time if you want. Bring the proper gear and what have you.”

x

His was Q’s every day. He was forced to attend these kind of galas. Mostly because he had to sell himself and Q-branch convincing the rich people why they should keep funding it. But to be honest he hated galas like these. Too many people and eyes on him every second.

So when he’d gotten a chance to spend some time with John who to his surprise also attended he found himself relaxing a little more. It was nice seeing a familiar face in all these strange looking people.

A soft smile was spread across his lips as he heard John him to the music. Something Q found endearing actually. But then again the man held his iron tight grip around Q’s heart without him even realising it.

“Bet you wished you could use your hands, hm?” He manages to get out, easily moving in time with Q. He can already feel a warmth building in the pit of his stomach, causing him to stifle a moan.

He grazes Q’s neck with his teeth before leaving another mark. His hips buck sharply, enough so that he puts his arm between Q and the headboard so the man doesn’t smack it.

Reaching up again, he decides that he’s tired of not having Q’s hands on him and frees him from his binding.

“Just be glad I can’t. I’ll claw that back of yours up like you’ve never seen before” he moaned sweetly as he moved his hips with John’s arching his back slightly at the hard thrusts. He stretched his neck biting his lower lip from moaning when he felt John sink in his teeth leaving another mark on Q’s neck. These were definitely going to raise questions later on.

“What do you mean not- Fuck- Intimidating? Fuck... Hell, Q... Q-” He shifts slightly, hitting Q’s prostate again. “Q- You fucking watch me kil-”

His words dissolve into a moan, the pressure building and building. He could normally go longer than this but to be fair it’s been a while, and Q has been very obedient despite that mouth of his.

As John slammed against his prostate Q cried out in pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillows below his head curling his toes. “Fuck!” He cried parting his lips as he panted heavily in between the moans and cries.

“Fuck!” He breathes, gasping for breath.

He holds them there a moment, just giving them both a moment to breathe before he carefully unhooks Q’s legs from his shoulders. He sags ontop of the man in a bear of a hug with a soft chuckle. He presses a lazy kiss to Q’s jaw.