Like it Like That - Iolre - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. The Gate - Pleasure-Dome hotel pt 2. Sherlock positioned himself forward again and nudged his rigid member up against John's hole. It had tightened up a bit, now even the first quarter inch met resistance. Nonetheless, Sherlock pushed, assessing the way the pink muscle stretched, it's wrinkles fanning out. With a torturously slow nudge, he slid in until he was nearly at the widest point of his cock and there he stopped.
Part of him yearned to thrust in completely, but he willed himself to be disciplined. He ran a hand over John's buttock found a welt and pinched. Without willing it, John clamped down momentarily on the head of Sherlock's cock, sending a thrill of pleasure down the shaft to a spot deep in the base groin. He thrust forward, the head popping in and the shaft swiftly submerging. "Fuck," Sherlock breathed, the swear unusual from him, but the sentiment heartfelt. "You are so very good, John. " John groaned around the gag. "So good," Sherlock muttered.
In a way it was a cruel game to them both. Sherlock shrugged. A Question of Control, a sherlock fanfic. Nick: Heya, I've been writing. Here's a little sample of what I've been doing. Hope you like it. John explores aspects of Sherlock's sexuality...sort of. Disclaimer: I'm not that crazy. I'm only this crazy. Rating: M...sexuality, kink/fetish, autoerotic asphyxiation It all started on a case which had absolutely nothing to do with asphyxiation. He didn't come back until it was more morning than night. "Told you not to wait up," he said quietly, breathily.
As Sherlock often reminded me, I wasn't good at analyzing people. "You were right," he replied absently, "It was the uncle. " "I know, I already phoned Lestrade, what? While I spoke, Sherlock pulled his scarf off of his shoulder and tossed the overcoat to the ground. I got up, stretching out a kink in my neck and shoulder. There was no response at first, just some frantic shuffling, syncopated by things hitting walls and the door. Just because he'd told me not to, I was tempted to stay up for the rest of the night. "Who the hell are you? " Performance. Brighteyes' Den of Iniquity and Justice for All - Master Post: My Master's House Universe.
Here be all the things that relate to my Sherlock slave AU, the My Master's House 'verse. The stories are listed in the order in which they're written. The chronology of the universe is a bit tougher to organize, since many of the pieces involve flashbacks. Although most of these stories should work fine on their own, I suggest reading them in this order. Warnings and pairing information are listed on the individual headers; please pay special attention to the warnings, as this universe is full of dark stuff. The Stories * In My Master's House are Many RoomsAs a new slave in the Holmes household, John is having trouble finding his place.Originally written for s0mmerspr0ssen for holmestice Summer 2011 and posted here. . * That You May Also Be Where I AmJohn started out as a free man, and he’s not having an easy time coming around to being a proper slave.
. * I Will Not Leave You ComfortlessLestrade comes to Mycroft on Christmas Eve ready to talk, but not knowing what to say. . * Silver and Gold by. "I've Got You Under My Skin" - Sherlock BBC-Based AU - Random_Nexus - Sherlock. We are the heavy clouds - kiyala - Marvel Avengers Movies Universe. School For Scandal Chapter 1, a sherlock fanfic. Edit (05/06/12): I apologise for the wait on Chapter 30. I am working away feverishly on it. Thank you for your continuing support and patience. Lastly, this is slash. If you find that offensive, or if the idea of Sherlock boning John is not a wholly appealing thought then allow me to direct you to the "back" button from whence you are free to frolic amongst stories of more heterosexual themes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock and I don't make any money from this. School For Scandal Chapter One: Typically, just five minutes into the new school year Sherlock found himself already on his way up to the administration office to untangle yet another of their blunders. He rang the bell at the admin desk, unsurprised to find it unmanned. "Just one moment, dear! " Sherlock rolled his eyes. Most of them were half-obscured under the mass of the monstrous school issued backpacks, which successfully crippled or mentally scarred most of the newcomers before they reached grade nine.
"Mr. "Yes, Mr. "Hey! The Making Of - Chapter 11 - emmagrant01 - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. Control, Alt, Delete Chapter 1: Sherlock Provides a Demonstration, a sherlock fanfic. Chapter One: Sherlock Provides a Demonstration They've been living together for two months when John first catches him doing it. John Watson is just finishing the evening's washing up when he hears an odd humming noise. It's deep and throaty, like something emanating from the big cats enclosure at the zoo. Whatever it is, it's hitting John's ribcage and making it throb. There he finds Sherlock, lying on his back on the sofa, his interminable legs draped over the far armrest.
Sherlock lets his head drop to one side. "Hmm? "Deleting," replies Sherlock, in response to the question John has not asked. He should be used to this by now, but Sherlock's casual intrusions into John's headspace still make him blink. There is a silence. "Go on," says John, with what he hopes is a particularly nonchalant hand wave. "Mmm. If I like? John doesn't have to look at Sherlock. Interesting. No longer preoccupied with being caught looking, John just stares at him, taking all of him in. Oh fucking hell. Nnngh. The Man No One Liked - Chapter 1 - shouldbeover - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. Chapter Text “Mister Holmes!” Sherlock heard him of course, hard not to the man was so bullish, but still he didn’t look up from the hat he was brushing. It dangled from his fingers, almost falling until another fingertip came into the round and brought it expertly back up.
He crouched over it from his perch on the wooden bench; the meticulous back and forth of the little hairbrush whispered at him as he brought up the nap of the felt; just so, just so, just so. Still he didn’t answer. “Mister Anderson.” He placed slight emphasis on the sibilance in the title, drew out the last syllable of the surname just a fraction. He arranged his features into the impassive countenance he used when he knew something degrading was about to be asked of him. “You have valet duties tonight.” The brush stilled. “For whom?” Anderson pulled a piece of paper from his breast pocket. “Watson. Sherlock sat back and mentally ran through all the family names he’d memorized after his arrival at Carleton Hall.
Dr. The Only Thing That Was Ever Mine - Chapter 1 - Remy_Writes5 - Sherlock. Sweeter Than Skin - Vivi_Marius - Sherlock. The Love Song of Two Idiots - SkipandDi (ladyflowdi) - Sherlock. Some years ago -- a few decades, in fact -- Sherlock Holmes was a little boy living in a big house in the country, ensconced comfortably with both his parents, his older brother, and on average a household staff of seven. He could play music in the conservatory, draw in the sitting room, or do his own experiments in a space set out just for him in his father’s lab. He could read books in two libraries, climb trees on the grounds, even ride a horse he’d been given, a brown and white thoroughbred named Franklin. There was little Sherlock couldn’t do if he so wished, and he spent most of his time blissfully unaware of how very unusual that was. At the same time, not so very far away, there was another little boy named John, who was growing up with a doctor for a father, an inconsistent friend for a sister (an inconstancy that was as much his fault as hers), and a mother whose primary job seemed to be confusing him as often as was possible.
That was to say, they were arguing over money. A Cure For Boredom - Chapter 1 - emmagrant01 - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. Ask - emungere - Sherlock (TV. Getting Back to the Routine, a sherlock fanfic. Without a Measure of Darkness, a sherlock fanfic. A/N: This is not a Sugarverse story, for those of you following that universe. John had left every lamp on, flooding the flat with yellow-white light that glinted off the few polished surfaces that remained uncovered, skittering over the ever present mess of papers tossed across the desk and coffee table.
Sherlock, barefoot and pyjama clad, squinted in the offensive light, caging his eyes behind his fingers. The headache didn't abate with the half-hearted darkness and he winced as he made his way around the living room, turning knobs or pulling chains until the dimness crept back in. "All right, then? " John asked, sticking his head out from the open kitchen doors. "Why did you turn all the bloody lights on? " "Bit dark out today," John replied. "Not that dark," Sherlock said.
"I'm not," replied John, cheerfully. "Tea? " "Sherlock? "What? "Tea then? " "Yes," Sherlock sighed, tilting his head back. "Can't you go half a day without that ridiculous claptrap? " "Claptrap? " "Shut it off. "What? " Mrs. Feeling blue in a brown world - The Fabric of Life (Sherlock/John, NC-17, 1/?) Sherlock FanFiction Recs - Toxicology. Walk through ghosts - augustbird - Sherlock. Morning sunlight slants in through the blinds. Sherlock opens his eyes. The flat is empty. John moved out yesterday. Sherlock closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. “Are you—?” “I have no interest in helping you complete any paperwork,” Sherlock says, rolling the patch up.
“I wasn’t going to ask you to do that,” Lestrade says as he follows, “I was going to ask you if you were all right.” Sherlock doesn’t look back and hurries down the stairs, “What an inane question, Detective Inspector.” “Sherlock,” Lestrade grabs the back of Sherlock’s elbow. “Am I late?” “No matter,” Sherlock says, pulling his arm from Lestrade’s grasp, “You can pay for dinner.” Her name is Mary and she is a primary school teacher. The first time that Sherlock tried to read her (occasional binge eater, survivor’s guilt over a brother who had committed suicide, abandonment issues from growing up without either of her parents), John had gone silent.
“Coffee?” “No you git,” Molly says, but it’s affectionate. “Hm.” “John!” Infiltrate (tear down the walls and the gate) - SkipandDi (ladyflowdi) - Sherlock. Mycroft loves India in the spring. Monsoon season is over but it has done its work, leaving the land fertile and arable. From the sky India looks green, a wash of color across the continent.
Mycroft knows when they land it will be vibrant oranges and reds and every shade in between, colors that don’t exist in nature burning in his eyes, and there will be beautiful women wearing delicate sandals and beautiful sari’s and oh, oh, oh, how he loves India in the spring. That touch of the exotic, paradise; when they leave he’ll smell saffron and galingale and star anise in his hair, cinnamon and cumin in his clothes for weeks. “You’re smiling again,” Elizabeth remarks across the way. “There is a lovely little hole-in-the-wall around the corner from the embassy I’m going to take you to. “I went out with a boy from Bangalore at university,” Elizabeth says. “You never went out with a boy from Bangalore.” “Press?” “Limited.
“Excellent.” “Likewise. The drive is lovely, disturbingly so. “What is this?” Undercurrents. Title: UndercurrentsFandom: SherlockPairing: John/SherlockRating: RWarnings: Slight crime scene fetish, masturbation, possibly disturbing themes.Word Count: 3000Disclaimer: In no way mine, or anything to do with me, I own nothing.Summary: "There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak.
"AN: darthhellokitty gave me some brilliant prompts to play with. I'm not entirely sure if this is what you had in mind for this one, I hope it's something close. When John gets back to the flat Sherlock is still staring at the crime scene photos he'd been obsessing over before he'd gone out. They're spread out all over the floor, Sherlock's striding back and forth over them and glaring down at them in a way that suggests he's made no progress at all. "Still mystifying you then? " John offers sympathetically, while shaking his coat off. "Not everything has to make sense.
" "Yes, it does," Sherlock says, like John is quite obviously wrong. "I'm missing something, something obvious. " Feeding Sherlock Chapter 1, a sherlock fanfic. Feeding Sherlock First impressions are wonderful things. If you're careful, they can be lasting. If you're unlucky, they'll never fade. Here are the first impressions Sherlock Holmes often trailed behind him like so much dirty glitter: Brilliant. "Open your mouth. " John Watson would have had a few choice phrases to add to that stupid list, if any one had asked. "Please? " Wounded. "Sherlock you have to eat. " Kind. "Just a little. " Masochistic. "One bite. " Hungry. For the fifth time in fifteen minutes John Watson held a sandwich up to his flatmate's mouth. Once, many months ago John had asked Sherlock what purpose starving himself served.
"Hunger gives me power, John. Sitting catty-corner to Sherlock at the kitchen table, John watched his lover watching nothing. John knew why, of course. "Please, Sherlock. The detective glanced at the sandwich that persistently hovered and imagined John feeding children at a hospital. "Stop trying, John. " What use was it anyway? "Fuck you. " "Don't bore me Sherlock. " Alone On the Water, a sherlock fanfic. Author's Note: Please DO NOT tweet, email or otherwise refer to my fanfictions (or really, anyone else's) to the showrunners or anyone else on the cast and crew. Fanworks need to stay in fanspace. Sorrow's my body on the waves Sorrow's a girl inside my caveI live in a city sorrow builtIt's in my honey, it's in my milk Don't leave my half a heart alone on the waterCover me in rag and bone sympathyCause I don't want to get over you. -The National I sit and I hear the words. Inoperable. Sherlock sits next to me, legs crossed.
The neurosurgeon is a classmate of mine from Bart's. I have more questions but Sherlock is on his feet. "John – I'm so sorry," says my old friend. I laugh. We say nothing on the cab ride home. I just stand there. "I'm not interested in examining my emotional state right now, John, which is clearly your object. " "Then how about your physical state? " He snorts. "We need to talk about it. " "About what? " "Yes, all right, I do. I'm incredulous.
He stops, finally, and faces me. Queenfanfiction | Sherlock BBC: In Search Of A Word. DarkCopy - Simple, full screen text editing. Comfort - Valeria2067 - Sherlock. Sherlock came home to find John curled up on the sofa, facing away, his arms hugging tight to his chest. “John?” He asked. “Not now,” John replied. Sherlock sat in the space left behind John’s bent knees. ”Don’t even think about it. ”Yes, that’s where it hurts; I told you yesterday, remembe— hey! ”Sherlock, just don’t, don’t, oh-” John stopped protesting when he felt both of Sherlock’s hands begin to move in slow circles, pressing firmly, one on the small of John’s back, and one over John’s growing erection. Sherlock slowly released John’s thumb, letting his full lips trail along maddeningly to the very tip before letting go.
John closed his eyes and parted his lips. “Mmmm?” Just as John’s body began to tense, Sherlock assailed John’s mouth with a deep kiss. Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Fic Recs. The Blind Leading The Blind... - Sherlock Fic - Reaction, Part Two. Title: ReactionRating: R/NC-17Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and am making no profit from their use, more's the pity.Warnings: Non-con and slash.Summary: Written for a prompt on the kinkmeme: Before shoving him in the explosive vest, Moriarty fucked John, viciously.
John makes it through the whole encounter with Moriarty and Homles via his own badass soldier nerves of steel, but afterwards, when he and Sherlock are admitted to the hospital for minor burns and abrasions and shock, the hospital staff find other injuries on John. (Title page by birddi) Part One In the end, Moriarty raped him four times before John was released and ordered to re-dress himself at gunpoint. He didn't bother making a grab for the gun – there was no way he'd be able to take it, not in his condition. As he dragged his arms and legs under him, his limbs weak and trembling after being bound for so long, John silently tried to take stock of his injuries. Truth be told, his whole body ached. “Why?” Archive of Our Own » list works » by thesardine. Archive of Our Own » show work. Evidence of Human Life - thesardine - Sherlock (TV. The Progress of Sherlock Holmes - ivyblossom - Sherlock (TV.