Spine tingling
anonymous
May 29 2011, 01:48:09 UTC
John, being a Doctor, knows a lot about the human body. He also knows a lot about a certain Detective's body... like where exactly to press on Sherlock's back and spine to make him come instantly into his pants...
Sometimes John is so cute and cuddly looking in his knitted jumpers that Sherlock feels dirty for thinking sexual thoughts about him. Other times, John looks at him so lustfully that Sherlock can't understand how he ever thought this man looked innocent.
Idk if this is what you wanted. It will get dirtier.A chilly updraft rattles the two high windows. The wintry air seeps through the cracks between the window pains. It breaks the protective barrier of heat that surrounds him. Instinctively, John pulls the blanket tighter around his legs. London was having yet another unbearably dreary winter. It would be quite sometime before people accepted these weather extremes as normal -- biting cold in winter, clammy heat in summer. He might never accept them. Each gust of cold wind cuts to the bone. It awakens old war wounds. Stretching his sore leg, he curls deeper into his armchair. John is grateful for the chair's support. It comforts his fevered, almost throbbing flesh. The memories of war surround that wound. He needs to escape within the chair's open arms. He lays his head back. The chair holds him, an inanimate mother wrapped around a lost son. Soon, the television and the wind have lulled him to sleep
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Sherlock/Mycroft/John D/D/s
anonymous
May 29 2011, 01:50:30 UTC
What it says up there. ;) Mycroft and Sherlock doming the hell of out John. If you write both the sex & the everyday life, I will shower you with cookies!
Teenage fic - The Breakfast Club AU
anonymous
May 29 2011, 01:51:09 UTC
I'd like a fic based on the movie The Breakfast Club. It's about five classmates who are each from a different clique or social group. They spend a Saturday in detention together. They start the day at odds with one another, but by the end they become friends when they come to realize that they are all more than just their respective stereotypes (a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal). I think Sherlock, John, Molly, Jim, Moran, Lestrade, Donavan are all possibilities to fill the roles
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To get closer to Sherlock, Moriarty surveils Mycroft. Mycroft in turn surveils Moriarty surveilling him. So Moriarty surveils Mycroft surveilling him surveilling him. It gets so complicated that they both get headaches and Mycroft says, "Fuck this, let Sherlock deal with that creep."
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Um except the lustful looks from John. Sadly.
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