Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Unilock, Alternate Universe – College/University, Art, Inspired by Art, Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, First Time, Anal Sex, Rimming, Top John Watson, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Moving In Together, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:
Sherlock hired John Watson to model for him. He didn’t expect him to stay.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Omega Verse, Omega Sherlock, Alpha John, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Masturbation Interruptus, Sex Toys, Top John Watson, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Established Relationship Summary:
Sherlock wakes to find John’s gone to work… and his heat is early
So my very first johnlock fic was posted Aug 1, 2013. I can hardly believe it’s been two years already.
I’ve got some pretty awesome graphs and stuff coming a bit later from phipiohsum475, but I wanted to take a moment and acknowledge some of my favorite fics from the last year:
Relationships are like music. They have up and downs, passionate swells and quiet dips. And, sometimes, you find a perfect chord. But what happens when the melody is broken?
John/Greg and John/Greg/Sherlock. Omegaverse and Post-Reichenbach with alpha Greg and John and Sherlock as omegas.
When John meets Sherlock just before deploying, he thinks he’ll never see him again. Turns out a soldier’s luck is greater than that.
Omegaverse johnlock, different first meeting, smut and the general universe making sure Sherlock and John come together.
Baker Street Bamfs – When London’s most notorious gang kidnaps John, Sherlock and Lestrade to send the Met a message, they don’t expect the boys to fight back quite so well. And they never planned on Mycroft Holmes.
The day after Sherlock’s disastrous return from the dead, John comes to make things right.
My Empty Hearse fix-it for John not getting kidnapped. Johnlock pwp.
As always there are far more than this, and more I could have listed as favorites. Hope you enjoy, thank you so much for all of you who read and encourage me, and we’ll just have to see what the next year has in store!
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sherlock Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Sherlock Holmes Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Omega Mycroft, Alpha Lestrade, Alpha/Omega, Developing Relationship, Mycroft Being Mycroft, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Angst, Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Top Greg Lestrade, Bottom Mycroft, Demisexuality, Breaking Up & Making Up, Domestic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleeping Together, Literal Sleeping Together Summary:
When Greg agreed to service Mycroft’s heats, it was strictly a business transaction. As Mycroft’s heats come to an end, he realizes he wants something more.
This puts me at just over 500,000 posted words (not counting the rp accounts). It’s been a helluva couple years, but I can’t thank you all enough for your support.
OK dear anon the only I read so far is All the Flavours, Cherry and More
by conversationswithbenedict. It has BOTH OF THOSE THINGS plus some cherry flavored lip gloss. But I would love to read more in this genre. And I’m hoping to draw some corset/stockinglock in the near future. If anyone knows of more more fics that fit this criteria would you be a doll and leave in in the replies or hit up my ask on anon (if you’re shy). And I’ll reblog this later if I get some good recs 🙂
Off the top of my head I can think of Red Corset by merindab which is actually John in a corset. She has other crossdressing fics too.
OMG willietheplaidjacket **bows down and worships** THAT IS GORGEOUS (heads up NSFW). But wow…..amazing. Thank you for the rec my dear **slams bookmark** yesssssss
I’m glad you enjoyed my fic, here’s a few more:
The crossdressing series is It’s for a case. And there’s more art Willie did for it, and most of them involve sexy underthings.
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sherlock Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Sherlock Holmes Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Omega Mycroft, Alpha Lestrade, Alpha/Omega, Developing Relationship, Mycroft Being Mycroft, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Angst, Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Top Greg Lestrade, Bottom Mycroft, Demisexuality, Breaking Up & Making Up, Domestic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleeping Together, Literal Sleeping Together Summary:
When Greg agreed to service Mycroft’s heats, it was strictly a business transaction. As Mycroft’s heats come to an end, he realizes he wants something more.
This puts me at just over 500,000 posted words (not counting the rp accounts). It’s been a helluva couple years, but I can’t thank you all enough for your support.
Jack wiped his brow and leaned back, reaching for the bottle of water he had close at hand. American midwest summers were nothing to joke about, especially after getting so used to Cardiff. He’d stripped down to his undershirt and looked down at his current project.
Something had been buried here, maybe a hundred years ago. He was out here digging it up, but even getting an early start the sweat trickled down the back of his neck and the humidity filled his lungs. At least it was under some trees, if it werefully out in the sun he’d have had to come here at midnight.
He checked his wrist strap and saw he was getting close to… whatever it was. Alien, he knew that much. And not that big. With any luck he could sort it out and get it cataloged in no time. Of course if it had been buried this deep, it probably wasn’t going to be that easy.
Picking up the shovel again, he dug in and turned over another bit of dirt. Suddenly, something cold, wet and solid hit him in the back of the head. He spun around, only to take another one to the chest.
“Cas?” The angel was watching him with amusement in his eyes, slinging another snowball with unerring accuracy.
“How the…” Jack bent to try and return fire, but the snow was was already melted. A fourth one hit his shoulder and exploded, spraying droplets of cold.
“That’s it.” Jack used the shovel to knock aside the next one and scrambled out of the hole, going for Castiel’s ankles.
Cas danced aside, another snowball landing in Jack’s hair. Jack shook his head and rolled to his feet, grinning as he faced Castiel, looking for an opening. Cas weighed another snowball in his hand and as Jack lurched for him he darted forward and dropped it down the back of his tucked-in shirt.
Jack swore and yanked up his shirt, cold water running down his back. “I give,” he groaned wringing out his now soaked t-shirt. “Nice to see you, too.”
Castiel wrapped his arms around him from behind, kissing Jack’s scruffy cheek. “I did say I’d come help you.”
“Some help,” muttered Jack, with an eyeroll, still grinning.
“More than you know,” said Cas, “look.”
Jack turned and saw that where the snow had soaked had soaked into the ground, something small had appeared. He checked the reading, then bent and picked it up. “It’s a seed.”
“Yes. Planted, but not compatible with Earth, so it never grew.” Castiel opened his hand for it.
Jack dropped it into his palm. “If you knew that, why did you let me dig it up?”
“I wasn’t fully certain until you got closer to it. It’s home planet is cold, which is why it reacted to the snow.”
Jack shook his head. “Colder than here in the winter? I’m sorry for anyone who lives there.”
“The species that lives there would find this planet to be far too extreme in its temperatures and generally far too warm.” The seed vanished into Castiel’s pocket.
“I know, there’s a million worlds out there.” Jack looked wistfully up at the cloudless blue sky before looking back at Castiel. “I take it the snowballs were to encourage it to show itself.”
“And you did need some cooling down.” There was the smallest breeze as invisible wings fanned Jack.
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time I got a snow stuffed down my clothes. You got any more of that lying around?”
Castiel produced another snowball and balanced it in his palm.
“Good,” said Jack, snatching him from him, taking a step back, and lobbing it against Castiel’s chest.
Castiel blinked and looked down at himself. “You are aware that I do not feel temperatures as you do.”
“Yep,” said Jack brightly. “Just needed a little payback.”
Shaking his head, Castiel had that little smile that meant ’Humans’. Jack stepped forward and kissed him. “Well, since we’re done here and you don’t feel the heat or the cold, you can fill in the hole. I’m going back to the motel. Air conditioning was a wonderful invention.”
“Very well, Jack. I will be along presently.”
Jack got into his truck, knowing that he’d have time for a fast shower before the angel got back. And not nearly enough time to get dressed.