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John nearly snarled at the suited man. “A car is far more than just another piece of machinery. You have to care for it or it won’t care for you.” He stomped up to Sherlock, hands clenched in fists at his side. “And this? This is definitely a lady.”

*bouncing eagerly and squeaking with glee*

(I have to hit the hay, my dear Corza. I’ll definitely post anything more you and your muse cook up when I’m free tomorrow!  Just assume I’m making grabby hands in my sleep. ;D  Hee!)

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Sherlock rolled his eyes. “‘She’? It doesn’t have feelings, it’s a mechanical device used for transportation. However, it stopped transitioning smoothly between gears and I was told you were the best mechanic this side of the Atlantic. So here I am.”

EEEEEE!!!!!  \o/  Yessssss!  Squee!

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John frowned, arms crossed over his chest as he watched this “Holmes”drive his car into the shop. The poor car deserved a better handler.

\o/ Yesssss!  Just a contemplative nibble or do you think there’s more in the making? 

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No pressure…

;p

lovelylaceandlilac:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

Best kink meme prompt ever. (Sadly unfilled.)

UNFILLED?  Gadzooks!  That’s a crime! This needs to be a fic!
I’d actually hoped the image was also a link.  Linky goodness, please?

I should have made it a link!  I’ll go back and fix.  Here’s the original prompt:
http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/15253.html?thread=85435797#t85435797

Woots!  Thanks, mrv3000!  So now we have lovely linky goodness! 
And, I reiterate: This needs to be a fic!  *applies hint hammer to all writerly folks in range*  K’BONG!  Please grab an ice pack and some Muse Treats as you go.
;D

Finished it!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2033115
This was actually a pretty fun exercise. As someone who has been struggling with writers block taking a plunge into a little insanity isn’t necessarily a bad thing.


YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!  The prompt has been filled most excellently by lovelylaceandlilac!  \o/  Woohoohoo!  Go read it, peeps, it’s a hoot!

lovelylaceandlilac:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

Best kink meme prompt ever. (Sadly unfilled.)

UNFILLED?  Gadzooks!  That’s a crime! This needs to be a fic!

I’d actually hoped the image was also a link.  Linky goodness, please?

I should have made it a link!  I’ll go back and fix.  Here’s the original prompt:

http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/15253.html?thread=85435797#t85435797

Woots!  Thanks, mrv3000!  So now we have lovely linky goodness! 

And, I reiterate: This needs to be a fic!  *applies hint hammer to all writerly folks in range*  K’BONG!  Please grab an ice pack and some Muse Treats as you go.

;D

Finished it!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2033115

This was actually a pretty fun exercise. As someone who has been struggling with writers block taking a plunge into a little insanity isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!  The prompt has been filled most excellently by lovelylaceandlilac!  \o/  Woohoohoo!  Go read it, peeps, it’s a hoot!

Audience Participation: Fic-Writing Edition

tygermama:

lucifuge5:

cosmictuesdays:

Taken from someone else on another network, deemed too good not to use.

Ask me a question about one of my fics or series. It can be absolutely anything in any project and I will tell you the honest-to-goodness answer (even on the progress/plans for next chapters of current series).

Don’t hold back. Whatever you ask, I’ll answer as truthfully and as completely as possible. You can also ask about my writing as a whole, if you like.

Here are my works (AO3 linkage).

what the hell

my stuff is here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Tygermama/works

Sure, why not?  Me on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Random_Nexus/works

Did you ever write a fic in wich Sherlock fucked a chocolate cake? Or was that someone else?
Anonymous

Yes, I did, in fact, write a fic in which Sherlock fucked a chocolate cake, while John peripherally participates.  That was me.  It’s called…

(lovely cover art by moonblossom)

You may read it HERE if you like. 

Just so you know, if it’s not obvious by the title and the whole ‘Sherlock fucking a cake’ thing, the fic is crackalicious and not meant to be taken seriously in any way, shape, or form.

Thanks for asking, though; if you read it, I hope you get a kick out of it.  ;D

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Beeblock - MH & GL

MH

Although he, of course, could recall the conversation with Gregory word for word if necessary, Mycroft hadn’t accorded it his full and focused attention; busy, as he was, with anticipating a multitude of variables as well as juggling his personal and dual work schedules for the following week to see that nothing important was left unaddressed.  Consequently, the question about whether he’d eaten dinner had passed as a curiosity of casual conversation until Gregory was standing before him at the door with an immediately recognisable takeaway bag in one hand and dressed more like the sort who’d be delivering said takeaway than a member of New Scotland Yard’s key personnel.  Mycroft led him upstairs in a distracted sort of fugue, belatedly deducing the significance of the dinner question, as well as his previous knowledge that Gregory owned a motorcycle; certainly Mycroft had seen surveillance images of the man driving it, but some portion of his brain—distracted as it was—seemed to have tagged this information with new significance.  Irritating, Mycroft labelled it for the time being, since delving into it further just now wasn’t feasible.

Reaching the study, Mycroft held the door for Gregory and closed it firmly after he’d entered, giving himself the internal equivalent of a light cuff ‘round the ear as a number of lesser details added up belatedly.  He made a soft ‘tsk’ sound at himself before saying briskly, “How rude of me.  Let me take your coat, Gregory.”

GL

He even idly bent and unbent the sock-covered toes of his uppermost foot as he chewed, suddenly reminding Greg of Sherlock and that habit of his, wriggling his toes against the arm of his sofa like two half-formed anemones.  The motion of Mycroft’s foot was more like the curling and uncurling of a cat’s tail.

“Now I’m almost afraid to think what you would consider too problematic,” muttered Greg, distractedly wondering if Mycroft’s toes were long and spidery like his brother’s.

“No need to bother with that just now,” Mycroft assured him easily.  “Best eat your food before it’s gone too cold to enjoy.”  As if to provide a proper example, Mycroft finished his dumpling.

“Easy for you to say,” grumbled Greg, though he sat up a bit and reclaimed his bowl. 

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Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie Films) - JW/MM & SH

Within a matter of weeks, Holmes was out most evenings, occasionally not returning till the wee hours or even dawn.  Not much later, he was gone for three days, his only explanation when Watson asked was that he was working on the final part of the endeavour which had moved him to let everyone think him dead for all this time.

Soon Holmes was gone more often than he was present in the Watson home, and the guest room began to take on the faint scent of cigarette smoke with an undercurrent of a sweeter kind of smoke, one Watson couldn’t place at first, but then recalled quite vividly upon seeing a round rough-silk cap with a braided queue affixed to the back.  Holmes was making use of his Chinese immigrant disguise, which usually meant he was seeking out London’s opium dens for information.

Watson had never fully believed those disguised visits to be strictly about information, but he had no proof to the contrary, other than that Holmes would often find them necessary to some case or other around the same time he had spent some time in agitation over some trouble or problem; he might never have confided the sources to Watson, but he clearly underestimated how well Watson had come to know him.  Watson did not observe in the manner Holmes’ brilliance led him to do; no, Watson’s observations were those of a friend, and a doctor.  

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Cabin Pressure/Harry Potter - Martin Crieff, Ron Weasley, & Characters Yet To Be Named By The Muse

“So, you’ll be at loose ends for a while, then?” Ron asked, sounding half-distracted due to his dedicated attentions to his triple-scoop of ice cream.  

Martin shrugged, feeling glum, despite the pleasure of a visit from one of his ‘distant cousins’ as his mum liked to say.  Who could predict G-ERTI’s losing a second engine to a bird-strike after the unexpectedly convoluted hijinx that had gone into replacing the first one, which had lost the fight with a goose just above St. Petersburg? 

“Dad said you were making extra money with a removals business?”  Ron had his head tilted at a painful-looking angle, but Martin caught his cousin’s gaze on him.  Everyone always underestimated Ron as an adult, since he’d been such a pillock throughout much of his teen years, but Martin knew better.

“What’s this really about, Ron?” Martin finally asked without disguising his suspicion.

random-ficcery:

Title: The Shapes Of Affection (Also on AO3)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Maleficent (2014 film)
Characters/Pairings: Diaval, Maleficent, Aurora, Phillip
Word Count: 1,822
Disclaimer: I sure as heckabetsy am not Walt, or his clone, and I’m doing this for fun, not profit.
Spoilers: YES….

hey there! I've noticed that you (and other well known bloggers) often have followers asking you if you can help them find a fic that they've forgotten the name of, and if you don't know then you get your followers to help out. this inspired me to make a lil side blog, thatonesherlockfic, for people who want to find old fics they've read >< the idea is that i'll see if i can remember reading it, and if not then followers can help out:D it would be great if you could post this to spread the word!
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anotherwellkeptsecret:

AHH! This blog is going to be very useful! Thank you for letting me know. <3

This is a brilliant idea!  \o/

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snogandagrope:

beautifulfic:

I am always amused by the people who read my fics and then tell me I’m going to hell for writing gay smut in such explicit detail.

It’s like, well, you’re coming with me… You read it.

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I’ve got a table reserved down front, by the band. See you there, love :)

After the show, come back to my office, I’ve got pitchfork and hoof-print patterned curtains and a shockingly red carpet, you’ll love it.  A few of the demons on my level are looking for new fic to read.

Stand Up (Avengers/S.H.I.E.L.D./Captain America Fic)

Title: Stand Up (Also on AO3)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Avengers (& Captain America & S.H.I.E.L.D.)
Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers, Peggy Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Agent Phil Coulson, Misc OCs; Mention of Peggy Carter
Word Count: 4,004
Disclaimer: Not owning, profiting, meaning any harm, or in any way claiming anything that’s not mine is.
Warnings: Mild warning for bullying and non-graphic minor violence amongst minors
Summary: Someone’s got to stand up for those who can’t.
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It only just occurred to me tonight that Father’s Day is tomorrow.  This is kind of apropos, then, though it’s entirely coincidental.

belovedmuerto:

belovedmuerto:

belovedmuerto:

Since AO3 doesn’t have a share option for a whole series (Get on that, AO3? Please?) here’s a link to the “He Kindly Stopped For Me” series, which is the one where John is Death, and Sherlock is a demigod.

So far, the ficlets are all in roughly chronological order, though I suppose eventually I’ll write some here and there that aren’t. I dunno. Give me some cool prompts and we’ll see what happens. ;)

Anyway, the three ficlets that I recently posted here are all posted there now, too. With titles, even! 

morning reblog. This is easier than reblogging each of the ficlets as they’re posted here!

And a friday evening reblog. I always feel like when I’m around tumblr is the opposite of when everyone else is.

mojoflower:

Then Sherlock pushed him over, flipped onto his back, expression dazed and wild.  “Do it like this, John.”  He wrapped his legs around John’s hips and pulled him in.  “Like this.  You’re not hitting the right spot.”
John soothed him, his distress disconcerting.  “Okay, okay, Sherlock.  I’ve got you.”  He pulled Sherlock closer to his lap, opening his thighs to lower himself, get down to sherlock’s level.  He blew gently on Sherlock’s chest as he worked his cock back inside of him, guiding it with one hand while the other stroked through Sherlock’s hair, traveled down to his neck.  John kissed him when he’d seated himself, licked inside his mouth and then the hollow at the base of his throat, sipping the salted sweat that pooled there.
He aimed carefully, watching Sherlock’s face, angling his hips until he found it, the sweet spot, and Sherlock went rigid underneath him, a hoarse sound torn from him as he flung his head back.  “There!  /There, John, oh, fuck, god, do it.  Go, do it!” and blunt fingernails dug into John’s sides as Sherlock sighed and coiled underneath him.
John drew back and let go, hammered hard, each thrust forcing a deep cry from Sherlock, who pulled him in almost angrily, unseeing, focus inwards.  “More, more.  John, /John, John /DO IT,” he cried.
And John did, worked until his every muscle quivered and burned.  “Touch yourself,” he gritted, wrapping his hand around Sherlock’s neck, enhancing the arch of it, until all he could see was the strain of Sherlock’s throat, the seeking lift of his ribs, and finally the frantic motion of his arm as he did as John said, stripping his cock mercilessly.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds before he was coming, pyretic ribbons of ejaculate embellishing his body, covering dark moles, shining like rivers on alabaster flesh, and the convulsions of his frame, the clenching of the walls around John’s cock drew John’s own orgasm, so intense as to be nearly painful, but transcendent all the same, pushing semen deep inside Sherlock, claiming him internally, aggressively, and John collapsed with a shout and a shudder, aftershocks milking him of little bits more, he could feel it bathing the head of his cock, liquid heat surrounding sensitive skin, and he liked to think that Sherlock felt it as well, the heat and the power and the ownership of it.
[Part 1, Part 2   Part 3  Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10 Part 11  Part 12  Part 13]
[ETA:  Story complete and now posted:  over 1k more words and more gifs for your pleasure:]

A Study in Sensuality (or, That Johnlock Gif Story)
MojoFlower

Summary:

When John signs up to partner with Sherlock Holmes in photography class, he never guesses it will end up with him balls-deep in his study partner’s arse. Easy A?

mojoflower:

Then Sherlock pushed him over, flipped onto his back, expression dazed and wild.  “Do it like this, John.”  He wrapped his legs around John’s hips and pulled him in.  “Like this.  You’re not hitting the right spot.”

John soothed him, his distress disconcerting.  “Okay, okay, Sherlock.  I’ve got you.”  He pulled Sherlock closer to his lap, opening his thighs to lower himself, get down to sherlock’s level.  He blew gently on Sherlock’s chest as he worked his cock back inside of him, guiding it with one hand while the other stroked through Sherlock’s hair, traveled down to his neck.  John kissed him when he’d seated himself, licked inside his mouth and then the hollow at the base of his throat, sipping the salted sweat that pooled there.

He aimed carefully, watching Sherlock’s face, angling his hips until he found it, the sweet spot, and Sherlock went rigid underneath him, a hoarse sound torn from him as he flung his head back.  “There!  /There, John, oh, fuck, god, do it.  Go, do it!” and blunt fingernails dug into John’s sides as Sherlock sighed and coiled underneath him.

John drew back and let go, hammered hard, each thrust forcing a deep cry from Sherlock, who pulled him in almost angrily, unseeing, focus inwards.  “More, more.  John, /John, John /DO IT,” he cried.

And John did, worked until his every muscle quivered and burned.  “Touch yourself,” he gritted, wrapping his hand around Sherlock’s neck, enhancing the arch of it, until all he could see was the strain of Sherlock’s throat, the seeking lift of his ribs, and finally the frantic motion of his arm as he did as John said, stripping his cock mercilessly.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before he was coming, pyretic ribbons of ejaculate embellishing his body, covering dark moles, shining like rivers on alabaster flesh, and the convulsions of his frame, the clenching of the walls around John’s cock drew John’s own orgasm, so intense as to be nearly painful, but transcendent all the same, pushing semen deep inside Sherlock, claiming him internally, aggressively, and John collapsed with a shout and a shudder, aftershocks milking him of little bits more, he could feel it bathing the head of his cock, liquid heat surrounding sensitive skin, and he liked to think that Sherlock felt it as well, the heat and the power and the ownership of it.

[Part 1Part 2   Part 3  Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10 Part 11  Part 12  Part 13]

[ETA:  Story complete and now posted:  over 1k more words and more gifs for your pleasure:]

A Study in Sensuality (or, That Johnlock Gif Story)

Summary:

When John signs up to partner with Sherlock Holmes in photography class, he never guesses it will end up with him balls-deep in his study partner’s arse. Easy A?

havetardiswilltimetravel:

Hey guys, I’m REALLY in the need of some hurt/comfort Johnlock fic recs. I’m at the end of my list now and would appreciate any recs you have. Like REALLY appreciate. Please?

Some blatant self pimpage, here, dunno if you’ve read any of ‘em, but they’re SH/JW, hurt/comfort, and happy endings, so… if not the fix you need, then a near-fix to tide you over till you find more of what you’re looking for?  (As much as it’s pimpage for my fics, it’s also a bit of laziness, because I knew right where to find these.  Heh.)

Spoon The Hell Out Of You

Tough Day

It’s The Thought That Counts

Quiet Time

Priorities

Four Sniffles And A Funeral

The Doubtful Lodger

This one has BBC, Ritchie’verse, and Canon segments: Storms And Snuggles

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Other ficcers’ fics.

I’ve gleaned a few from my AO3 bookmarks, from the stuff good enough that I’ve read more than once.  I have a gajillion bookmarked fics, so I just sort of eenie meenie minie moe’d it. 

Gone Is My Past by Cyerus  - sweet, sad, hurt/comforty, and will almost certainly make you cry a bit along the way.  Bittersweet ‘happy’ ending, but it really works.

Electric Pink Hand Grenade by

Northwest Passage by

Trapped and Upside Down on the M6 by

A Study In Silence, Action Man, Worth A Thousand Words  by