sherlockbbcficrecs:

Powerful, Beautiful and Without Regret by songlin

Summary: Vampire!Sherlock and werewolf!John in a world similar to ours in which vampirism and lycanthropy are recognized as diseases, regarded somewhat like AIDS was in the early days of the epidemic

Pairing: Sherlock/John, with some other minor pairings on the side

Rating: M/NC-17

Warnings: Some vaguely noncon-flavored interactions between Mycroft and Sherlock (though nothing explicit happens), violence, blood

Submitted by: greencarnations

What we thought:

greencarnations: Vaguely WIP, though at any given moment it works as a complete story to which additional material may be added. I was inspired by some art to write some vampire/werewolf Johnlock, and I thought some of the lovely followers of this blog might like to take a look. :)

sherlocklooksbetterinasheet: I love this style of fantasy AU and I’ve been enjoying this so far, so it would be nice to read the rest if/when more is added. Definitely a good one to try out if you are a fan of vampire/werewolf stuff.

There has been some more added to this recently and I spent all of last night re-reading and catching up. The ‘The Scandal in the Baskervilles’ part isn’t finished yet so I’ll definitely keep checking back for the next part. The ending seems to have already been written though, and I’ve read that as well - it’s absolutely heart wrenching, the sort of thing that generally makes me rock backwards and forwards in front of my screen whispering “my poor babies” over and over again. I was definitely getting a bit teary at this!

4:36 am  •  2 June 2012  •  22 notes

marabara asked: For the breathing fic quest: Working it Out by Sideris? It's on AO3 and Chapter two has a kissing scene with mention of exchanging Co2 breaths, but it's a pretty small reference 2/3 of the way through the chapter. Hope this helps and good luck in finding it if it doesn't!

Thanks!

7:59 pm  •  1 June 2012  •  2 notes

mickulty:

moraniarty:

sherlocklooksbetterinasheet:

Reading a Sherlock fic and suddenly:

I just-

I just died a little inside.

Jesus there is some really bad fanfiction lurking on the internet.

How is this in any way an acceptable abbreviation of ‘Mycroft’?

asfdgyhuyrtgrdsacdwqefwgr

dwasfgdfsg

dsads

ffs

obscene laughing

#hey mycky u so fine #u so fine u blow my mind #hey mycky

(via godhatesfigz)

7:04 pm  •  1 June 2012  •  186 notes

Anonymous asked: Do you know of any good Sherlock/Moriarty BDSM fanfics? Thanks x

You can check here to see if there’s anything you fancy. 

I have also since found a few others that feature a little more BDSM than any in the above link. Because of the pairing and the nature of the fics, I would recommend for people to take a look at the warnings etc before reading these, as Sherlock/Moriarty tends to get pretty violent and quite kinky. Some of these are also dubcon or noncon, so just a heads up for that.

Broken down by fireofangels

Moriarty takes Sherlock for his own.

Kisses by fireofangels

Sherlock gets fucked on his back while Irene strokes his hair/shoulders and occasionally kisses him. Not consensually.

blue dress by theplatonicnonyeah

When boredom took over something new had to be invented to alleviate the ennui. This was a game they had both agreed on. There were unspoken rules only they understood, but with one ransom: John’s life.

3:27 pm  •  1 June 2012  •  2 notes

mallamun:

I. love. smut.

However, I have noticed a few… puzzling… recurrences in my preferred genre. Now, it has been scientifically proven that slash fic releases the same chemicals in the brain as eating chocolate does, and it has also been scientifically proven that chocolate releases the same chemicals in the brain as love/sex, ergo, reading fan fiction is neurologically akin to falling in love. Theoretically, you can live on slash fic without ever needing to leave the house (except to buy chocolate).

Unfortunately, there is also this little part of my brain that I have to turn off while I’m wanking to a good Sherlock/John kinkmeme entry: it’s the part of me that knows, deep down, that I’m masturbating to material written by an 8th grader.

Index

1. The Medically Worrisome Erection
2. The Magically Appearing Lube
3. The Utterly Pointless Condom
4. The Shiny, Scary Anal Sex (aka “Full Sex” or “Real Sex”)
5. The Not-So-Elusive P-Spot
6. The Esoteric Orgasm
7. That Thing He Does With His Tongue 
8. Conclusion 

Click to read!

Read More

(via moraniarty)

2:18 pm  •  1 June 2012  •  5,898 notes

moraniarty:

‘hello john’ said sherlock

‘i’m no gay’ said john

then they had butt sex

the end

(via mickulty)

9:30 am  •  1 June 2012  •  197 notes

temperance-middleton asked: Hi, thanks for trying to find it, I am sure that it will turn up oneday but it is a Johnlock fic, *scratches the her head* sorry about not mentioning that ...

Is it definitely not Control Alt Delete by Mirith Griffin?

I’ll make a note of it and carry on looking for you =]

8:55 am  •  1 June 2012  •  1 note

4:49 am  •  1 June 2012  •  3 notes

pepperjinks asked: it's working now! i'm so sorry, i didn't even tell you what i wanted either! some anthea fics, or some mycroft/anthea fics (romantic or platonic) would be awesome! sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

Haha no problem! 

I have a couple of fics featuring Anthea here.

There is also Semper Fidelis by blind_author, which is really a must-read for BAMF!Anthea and Anthea/Mycroft.

And a few others from around and about:

Credibility by herbailiwick

I’d Tap That by herbailiwick

So often do I need by calerine

The Art of Scheduling, or, How Mycroft Came to Realise He was Well and Truly Fucked by igrab

and she can get what she came for by voodoochild

Equivalence by intraductory

Spend All Your Time Waiting by sc010f

Camera 69 by Random_Nexus

Car Sex by aron_kristina

Unscheduled Kiss by Random_Nexus

the Power stories by ljs (not finished but man, this is awesome and I love it)

10:51 pm  •  31 May 2012  •  7 notes

thescienceofjohnlock:

timemachineyeah:

twelvebats:

concludes:

ayamayamayam:

do-you-have-a-flag:

concludes:

weavile:

quick speedpaint ‘cause this has been in my head for ages. phone depicted above is Sherlock’s, not John’s.

#I imagine there are days where John probably can’t even make the stairs and slumps against the staircase and holds his head in his hands #and wonders why of all the things that had to be taken away from him it’d be Sherlock 

jesus chriiiist and some days he texts sherlock without thinking: ‘gone to tesco, what do you need? -JW’ and sherlock’s phone pings from inside his trouser pocket and if john could breathe from the ache in his chest he would scream

stop it

no

stop

And then, on good days (when he can stand to think about him and all the good memories they had), John calls Sherlock’s cell just to hear his voice before he leaves a voicemail. It’s a ridiculous sounding message, but so inherently Sherlock, spoken in that bored and exasperated tone John knew too well: “Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective. Don’t bother leaving a message if it isn’t pertinent to a case.”

And, sometimes, hearing his voice would be enough for John. Enough to make him smile and laugh, and hang up and go about with his day.

Sometimes, though, he’d have to leave a voicemail. Just a “Hey, Sherlock, I’m not going to be at the flat tonight, just wanted to let you know” or even “Mrs. Hudson said you shot her wall again. I’ll let you take care of it this time.”

And, just once, years after Sherlock’s death, he said,

“I love you.”

Once was enough.

OMG UGLIEST CRYING

John stops blogging. He can’t see the point of it; nothing ever happens to him anymore - he’s just staying alive. But the good days begin to outnumber the bad ones through sheer bloody-minded placidity, and John fills the inbox of Sherlock’s phone with inane little messages and expects nothing back. With: “How many times can I get into a row with the chip and pin machine before they ban me? -JW”, or “Triple murder in the papers today. You’d have loved it. -JW”, or simply “Bloody raining again. -JW” - hundreds of texts about everything and nothing at the same time. And John stops blogging. But he never stops talking about his day.

JFC AS IF THE WOUND ISN’T FRESH ALREADY!

why are you doing this to me 

all my brainings are crying mushes now

no why did you type any of that

And then one day, while John is in Tesco ambling around with a half empty basket, the phone, Sherlock’s phone buzzes inside his pocket. He stops dead, eyes widening and pulls it out. Before looking he stills himself and reminds himself that it’s probably just a wrong number or a mistake of some kind, maybe even a message he sent himself that has been delayed for some reason, it happens.

He sighs and turns the phone over, running his fingers over it like it’s some kind of precious object. The screen is lit, telling him there’s a new message, he pushes the button to open it.

Suddenly stiff fingers drop the shopping basket, sending it contents scattering across the vinyl floor. The phone slips from his other hand, bouncing on the hard surface and the screen cracks as once heavy feet are suddenly light in their hurried flight from the store.

The phone lies broken but still on and readable, the message reads *I’m sorry John, come home and don’t forget the milk. -SH*

(via deastrumquodvicis)

7:08 pm  •  31 May 2012  •  8,739 notes