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Jim/Molly, equal opportunity anal
anonymous
August 16 2012, 02:37:56 UTC
Molly isn't particularly fond of PIV intercourse. It's not necessarily unpleasant, but it's never done much for her. She much prefers anal stimulation, in the form of tongues, fingers, cocks, dildos---you name it.
Most men are more than willing to indulge her, but there's just one problem---too many of them are overeager, selfish bastards about it. There's never enough foreplay, or enough lube, or enough focus on her pleasure, so after her last selfish partner, Molly has decided to offer anal with a caveat: her partner must be willing to let her fuck them first.
And what do you know---charming Jim from IT just might be game.
GOOD PARTS VERSION: Molly fucks Jim with a dildo and then they have anal sex. Much fun is had by all.
P.S. OP is extreeeeeeeeeemely fond of rimming, especially if it's Molly doing it to Jim. :)
post-reunion J/S at the opera - TW for PTSD, spoilers for Tosca
anonymous
August 16 2012, 02:58:01 UTC
So, Sherlock's back from the dead, his reputation's been patched up, and he and John are reunited and doing cases again. They're not completely over the emotional strain of Reichenbach and its aftermath, but they're over the initial Angst Hump of reunion and enjoying being together again. Life is, in general, going pretty well.
Sherlock and John are celebrating the successful conclusion of a case by going to the opera together. They're seeing Puccini's Tosca. The guys have a great time until the end of the third act. Who'd have thought that an opera that ends with the soprano flinging herself from a parapet would turn out to be just a wee bit triggering?
If you can work in a little emotional h/c in the aftermath, that would be lovely. Classical music geekery is also a plus.
Slash, pre-slash, and the kind of epic bromance that involves going on opera dates together are all welcome.
Yay, I'm so glad you're liking it so far! I haven't written much in this fandom yet, so this is a bit of an adventure for me. Sorry for the delay...I've been a little swamped this last week, but I am definitely still working on it! I'll have another piece up soon.
Exhaustion!H/C
anonymous
August 16 2012, 03:01:07 UTC
Have had a fortnight of Hell and am to the point where one more person being horrible could literally send me into a full fledged crying jag without a word of warning. And I don't ever cry, it's just stress and lack of more than four hours' sleep at a time in two weeks and few regular meals, etc., etc., blah blah blah okay enough about my issues -
Sooooo shameless exhaustion fic, please? Preferably Sherlock dragging John along on a case until he just quietly and considerately drops out of the way somewhere, and the ensuing Sherlocky freakout because Why Cant You Ordinary People Get Over This Ridiculous Need For Transport And Get Out Of My Damn Way Lestrade Or I Will Run You Over My Blogger Lying On The Floor Is Very Definitely Not Good.
fill: signs checked but rather ignored [1/?]scatteredscriptSeptember 8 2012, 05:12:44 UTC
Having a partner was useful, quite so. But having a partner was also dragging on his own person. Sherlock Holmes did not get tired, he would not let himself on a case. Cases were more important, much more so, than the simple act of sleep. His eyes might burn, but he ignored them well and overcame his physical needs because that was just what he had to do. There was no other choice about it.
And this case, gods, this case was one for the records on sleep deprivation. Sherlock got off on these kinds of cases, with the thrill of the chase and deduction after deduction, and being able to share it all with John, who was -- after, oh, who the hell cared how many hours it had been, Sherlock didn't pay mind to that, it wasn't important -- who was bleary-eyed and all circles under the bottom lids. Simple exhaustion, but if Sherlock could get past it, certainly John, the ex-army doctor, could as well. Sherlock paid no mind as John's blinks grew ever more increasing and turned more into shut-eyes than simple and rapid blinks. But John was more
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Sebastian gets ticked.
anonymous
August 16 2012, 03:12:36 UTC
Ideally, non-established relationship, before anything to do with Sherlock Holmes. Doesn't have to be particularly long.
Sebastian finally gets fed up with Jim (preferably because he's usually a jerk and tends to push Seb around) and rounds on him, which may or may not scare him.
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Most men are more than willing to indulge her, but there's just one problem---too many of them are overeager, selfish bastards about it. There's never enough foreplay, or enough lube, or enough focus on her pleasure, so after her last selfish partner, Molly has decided to offer anal with a caveat: her partner must be willing to let her fuck them first.
And what do you know---charming Jim from IT just might be game.
GOOD PARTS VERSION: Molly fucks Jim with a dildo and then they have anal sex. Much fun is had by all.
P.S. OP is extreeeeeeeeeemely fond of rimming, especially if it's Molly doing it to Jim. :)
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Sherlock and John are celebrating the successful conclusion of a case by going to the opera together. They're seeing Puccini's Tosca. The guys have a great time until the end of the third act. Who'd have thought that an opera that ends with the soprano flinging herself from a parapet would turn out to be just a wee bit triggering?
If you can work in a little emotional h/c in the aftermath, that would be lovely. Classical music geekery is also a plus.
Slash, pre-slash, and the kind of epic bromance that involves going on opera dates together are all welcome.
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Sooooo shameless exhaustion fic, please? Preferably Sherlock dragging John along on a case until he just quietly and considerately drops out of the way somewhere, and the ensuing Sherlocky freakout because Why Cant You Ordinary People Get Over This Ridiculous Need For Transport And Get Out Of My Damn Way Lestrade Or I Will Run You Over My Blogger Lying On The Floor Is Very Definitely Not Good.
Ta, bbs. <3 *resorts to shameless groveling*
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And this case, gods, this case was one for the records on sleep deprivation. Sherlock got off on these kinds of cases, with the thrill of the chase and deduction after deduction, and being able to share it all with John, who was -- after, oh, who the hell cared how many hours it had been, Sherlock didn't pay mind to that, it wasn't important -- who was bleary-eyed and all circles under the bottom lids. Simple exhaustion, but if Sherlock could get past it, certainly John, the ex-army doctor, could as well. Sherlock paid no mind as John's blinks grew ever more increasing and turned more into shut-eyes than simple and rapid blinks. But John was more ( ... )
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Sebastian finally gets fed up with Jim (preferably because he's usually a jerk and tends to push Seb around) and rounds on him, which may or may not scare him.
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