And also I updated my fanfiction list, more or less. It’s in my naviagtion or a link is here.
“Come on, John”
Though he can’t say anything now.
Does smut fic count for penis friday? Anyway, I wrote this in part because of this picture. There isn’t plot, really, at all. Not even a little bit.
John ties Sherlock to a chair and then proceeds to have sex was a stranger in front of him. Everyone gets some.
“Come on, John”
Though he can’t say anything now.
Does smut fic count for penis friday? Anyway, I wrote this in part because of this picture. There isn’t plot, really, at all. Not even a little bit.
John ties Sherlock to a chair and then proceeds to have sex was a stranger in front of him. Everyone gets some.
when someone comments on my fics or recs them or just drops me a message telling me they liked it, i just wish so many good things for them because writing fics is hardwork. Sure, it’s enjoyable but it takes a lot of effort and a lot of time and it feels so good to be appreciated and liked.
IF YOU LIKE SOMEONE’S STUFF THEN DROP THEM A MSG, BELIEVE ME IT’LL MAKE THEIR DAY BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MANY KUDOS OR COMMENTS a FIC GETS, IT’S THEIR BABY AND THEY TREASURE ALL THOSE THINgS OK
True dat.
Yep
Chapter 2 of The Case of the Taken Toddler is up!
A Study in Body Shots
This is shameless, silly, fluffy, smutty nonsense. It’s fluffersmut. Basically everything it says in the title/on the tin. It is a gift for a lovely group of ladies without whom my days would be a lot less fun. I hope you enjoy!
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Other Tags: Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut (Fluffersmut, as I like to call it), Body Shots, Friends to Lovers, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Post-Reichenbach, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs
Word Count: 4658Summary:
Sometimes, even after coming back from the dead, Sherlock can be a bit of a party pooper.
John helps him live a little.
/throws at all of you and hides
This fic is delightful, if you’re into johnlock at all
Okay folks, I have just written the fluffiest piece of johnlock. Like, cute as a box of kittens adorable. With smut on the end, because, well, me. If you want some cutesy adorable romantic johnlock though, give it a look.
Only Three Days Gone: John’s been at a conference the last few days. He comes home to find Sherlock’s been ‘borrowing’ his sweaters.
Teaser below the cut
John paid the cabbie with a sigh. Three days in Yorkshire for a conference in the dead of winter was no one’s idea of a good time. It was damn good to be home and he was looking forward to a warm cuppa and maybe some crap telly while Sherlock told him about whatever cases had come up. His own bed with a Sherlock in it would be nice too. The cold drizzle offered extra encouragement to head inside and up the familiar steps.
Pushing open the familiar door, John, couldn’t help but smile as he shrugged his coat off. Sherlock was curled up on the couch, asleep, wrapped up in one of John’s favorite jumpers. Shaking his head and leaving him there, John stepped into the kitchen to put the kettle on, noticing another jumper on the back of one of the chairs. They had texted the entire time John had been gone, but it seemed maybe Sherlock had missed him more than he let on.
Heading upstairs to drop off his bag, John could see his bed had been slept in, covers thrown to the footboard. The dresser drawer stood open and several jumpers lay on the bed while a few were missing all together. “It was three days, Sherlock,” he said quietly to no one.
“I missed you,” Sherlock’s voice behind him made John jump. He turned and laughed at the sight of Sherlock standing in the doorway, swallowed up by the jumper that rode too high on his stomach.
He stepped closer to Sherlock and placed a warm hand on his exposed skin, pulling him down for a kiss. “I missed you too.”
Sherlock moaned softly into the kiss, nudging John at the bed. Chuckling, John broke the kiss to pick up the jumpers from the bed and toss them at the dresser. “Did you take all of them?”
“It’s been cold,” pouted Sherlock.
I saw this post yesterday, and got the urge to write Sherlock in high heels. For a case, of course…
So yep, now I’ve gone and wrote crossdressing sherlock.
Teaser below the cut
“This is utterly ridiculous.” John paced in the living room, adjusting his jacket. “Why are we doing this again?”
“We have been over this,” Sherlock’s voice drifted from the bathroom. “Twice in the cab and four times since we arrived home.”
John opened his mouth to argue, but the click of heels made him stop his pacing. He stared up at Sherlock, mouth dropping open.
Instead of his usual stiff flatmate, there stood at a tall red-head, wearing a deep blue dress that set off her eyes and accented curves John suddenly wondered just where the hell Sherlock had been hiding. The dress was just knee length, showing gorgeous legs that fit comfortably into strappy heels.
She smiled and stepped closer to John. “It’s Sheryl.” John was amazed that he’d changed his voice. It was still deep, for a woman, but in a sultry, sexy sort of way that was doing terribly embarrassing things to his body. And they hadn’t even left the flat yet.
He wanted to offer his arm, but in those heels, Sheryl was a good foot taller than him. She smiled. “Go on, be a gentleman and get us a cab.”
