So guys, my one year anniversary of writing Johnlock is coming up August 1. It’s been an incredible year, that’s for sure. I was thinking I might queue up some of my favorite fics. Do ya’ll have any other suggestions about what I can do?
“i don’t mind”
no one minds. touch his other knee too, i’m not bothered. hold his hand idgaf. start jerking him off see what i care.
there were over 3,000 lightening strikes in 2 hours last night in the UK
this is a direct result of people complaining about Thor being female. You’ve angered her
psychodelicunicron reblogged your post pride-glee-andthetardis: This is all … and added:
Merinda, of course you know when John was born.
March 11, 1967. Also Alex Kingston’s birthday, but she’s slightly older then him 🙂
And I wrote a mystrade. It might be multichapter, if folks want:
A Cabin Hideaway – Mycroft takes Greg out to a cabin for some alone time.
teaser below the cut
reg frowned as he pulled up to a quiet parking lot and found Mycroft waiting next to his usual black car. He parked and got out. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, Gregory, please, get in.” Mycroft was as imperious as ever, offering no other explanation.
At least this time, he seemed to be giving Greg a choice.
Sighing a bit, Greg got in and scooted across the back seat. Mycroft joined him and the car started. The windows were shaded so Greg had no idea where they were going. Fear tickled his spine. But this was Mycroft. While fear was probably not an unreasonable reaction to have with Mycroft Holmes, he knew this man. They’d been lovers for over a year now. And he always kept careful control until they were safely ensconced in a bedroom. And sometimes even then,, Greg had to coax him out of his shell, spending an what seemed like an hour slowly licking him open or sucking his cock until his lover was a moaning, writhing mess. If he was very lucky or had done particularly well, Mycroft would beg for his cock.
Just thinking about it made Greg have to adjust his trousers. Mycroft, of course, did not miss the movement. He didn’t turn his gaze towards Greg, but his hand slid across the seat and over his thigh until he could touch the growing bulge. Greg was surprised, but he leaned back and let Mycroft do what he wanted, biting back a moan as he wasn’t sure that Mycroft wanted the driver to know exactly what they were doing back here.