freemabatch:

johnlocked-kurtofsky-potterhead:

freemabatch:

I read Johnlock fics pretty much non-stop, some would say it’s a bad habit but nevermind…

At the moment I’m particularly looking for a fic where they go from “friends to lovers” and it all begins from them having to share a bed. If it’s under 5000 words I probably won’t read it… (Because I’m lazy…

Okay, let’s get this shit started (I pretty much only read smut at this point, so it’s basically going to be a porn rec list. Sorry.)

• First off is my absolute favourite, ‘The Great Sex Olympics of 221B’ by Xistentialangst. Sherlock and John bet on who is the expert in sex. Pretty much anything by her is fucking brilliant. Seriously. And I’m fairly sure they’re all friends-to-lovers fics.

• If you want something really obscenely hot, specifically in the dirty talk department, anything by Driffta and/or The Devil’s Feet on ff.net is mind blowing. Shameless wank bank material. Although I think most of their stuff is established relationship. Most, not all. ‘Tuck Me In’ specifically is a friends-to-lovers where they share a bed. And then do it. Obviously.

• Check out peevee on ao3. My favourites are ‘Just a Little’ (John and Sherlock aren’t having sex until suddenly they are; super hot concept of barely-there penetration) and ‘Silent Treatment’ (Sherlock hasn’t spoken for nearly a week, but John sees him spread out on the couch in his robe and decides to go for it. Basically gratuitous rimming).

• ‘Nature and Nurture’ is a FANTASTIC parent!lock fic by earlgreytea68 on ao3. My favourite parent!lock fic ever, and it’s still updating. Long story short, the baby is an accidental clone of Sherlock.

• ‘The Fabric of Life’ is a gorgeous post-Reichenbach story I couldn’t find for nearly a year after I lost it. It’s by holyfant, but is now an orphaned story on ao3. It is still there, though.

• There’s a fantastic potterlock series on ff.net by animegirl19791 that basically retells the Harry Potter books from John’s point of view, as if he and the other Sherlock characters are in the same year as Harry. The first part of the series is called ‘The Philosopher’s Stone as told by John Watson’. You can guess what the other ones are called, though it’s only midway through Goblet of Fire right now. Definite slow-building Johnlock.

• ‘Without Words’ by DXM Junkie is absolutely beautiful. Sherlock and John never talk about what they’re doing, what they’ve begun. Even when it goes on for a decade, it’s just never said. It doesn’t need to be. Goddamn, I love that one.

• ‘TOW They Share A Bed’ by Yesilian is a textbook share-a-bed-and-end-up-in-love fic, and there’s a very good chance you’ve already read it lol.

• ‘The Thing Is’ by TSylvestrisA holds a special place in my heart as it’s the first Sherlock fic I ever read. Beautiful story.

• I’m super in love with TalksToSelf’s ‘About Last Night’. It’s a 5&1 fic of five versions of John waking up in Sherlock’s bed after sex and one time not.

• ‘Stick to the Script’ by thisisforyou is adorable in it’s miscommunication. Sherlock needs to tie John up to the bed to reenact a crime scene. John is surprisingly willing, and Sherlock discovers his feelings aren’t as platonic as he thought, and decides they’ll just have to roleplay the crime every time a new victim is found.

• I’m hpgleek713 on ff.net if you’d like to check out my stuff. I only have three Sherlock stories right now, but I’m super proud of them. One was a Valentine’s Day prompt of ‘Footsies’ (Sherlock wants to cheer John up on this Valentine’s Day so soon after his divorce, and gets him a pair of socks to make him smile. There’s even art I did to go along with it), and one is an ongoing RP with avidityfire called ‘The Right And The Wrong’, where the boys confess their feelings the day after the stag night.

• ANYTHING by MildredandBobbin, ScarlettWatson, verityburns, wendymarlowe, and starrysummernights on ff.net. God, they’re all good.

There’s tons more I’m probably not even remembering right now, but this was what I remembered or thought to look up off the top of my head. Hope it helps!

Oh snap! I didn’t expect such a response, so thanks for this! Oh I wouldn’t worry about them being porny, as, well, yeah ;)

Some of those you’ve listed I’ve read/sound familiar. So I’ll definitely check them and the others out, thanks alot! :)

No problem! I’m happy to help :D

forgivesherlock:

johnlock shippers are getting so much bad press at moment and i really just wanted to remind people that we’re not all like that. it may not seem like this is the case, but many of us are accepting, respectful and supportive of other characters and ships. it’s just the hateful shippers that seem…

freemabatch:

I read Johnlock fics pretty much non-stop, some would say it’s a bad habit but nevermind…

At the moment I’m particularly looking for a fic where they go from “friends to lovers” and it all begins from them having to share a bed. If it’s under 5000 words I probably won’t read it… (Because I’m lazy…

Okay, let’s get this shit started (I pretty much only read smut at this point, so it’s basically going to be a porn rec list. Sorry.)

• First off is my absolute favourite, ‘The Great Sex Olympics of 221B’ by Xistentialangst. Sherlock and John bet on who is the expert in sex. Pretty much anything by her is fucking brilliant. Seriously. And I’m fairly sure they’re all friends-to-lovers fics.

• If you want something really obscenely hot, specifically in the dirty talk department, anything by Driffta and/or The Devil’s Feet on ff.net is mind blowing. Shameless wank bank material. Although I think most of their stuff is established relationship. Most, not all. ‘Tuck Me In’ specifically is a friends-to-lovers where they share a bed. And then do it. Obviously.

• Check out peevee on ao3. My favourites are ‘Just a Little’ (John and Sherlock aren’t having sex until suddenly they are; super hot concept of barely-there penetration) and ‘Silent Treatment’ (Sherlock hasn’t spoken for nearly a week, but John sees him spread out on the couch in his robe and decides to go for it. Basically gratuitous rimming).

• ‘Nature and Nurture’ is a FANTASTIC parent!lock fic by earlgreytea68 on ao3. My favourite parent!lock fic ever, and it’s still updating. Long story short, the baby is an accidental clone of Sherlock.

• ‘The Fabric of Life’ is a gorgeous post-Reichenbach story I couldn’t find for nearly a year after I lost it. It’s by holyfant, but is now an orphaned story on ao3. It is still there, though.

• There’s a fantastic potterlock series on ff.net by animegirl19791 that basically retells the Harry Potter books from John’s point of view, as if he and the other Sherlock characters are in the same year as Harry. The first part of the series is called ‘The Philosopher’s Stone as told by John Watson’. You can guess what the other ones are called, though it’s only midway through Goblet of Fire right now. Definite slow-building Johnlock.

• ‘Without Words’ by DXM Junkie is absolutely beautiful. Sherlock and John never talk about what they’re doing, what they’ve begun. Even when it goes on for a decade, it’s just never said. It doesn’t need to be. Goddamn, I love that one.

• ‘TOW They Share A Bed’ by Yesilian is a textbook share-a-bed-and-end-up-in-love fic, and there’s a very good chance you’ve already read it lol.

• ‘The Thing Is’ by TSylvestrisA holds a special place in my heart as it’s the first Sherlock fic I ever read. Beautiful story.

• I’m super in love with TalksToSelf’s ‘About Last Night’. It’s a 5&1 fic of five versions of John waking up in Sherlock’s bed after sex and one time not.

• ‘Stick to the Script’ by thisisforyou is adorable in it’s miscommunication. Sherlock needs to tie John up to the bed to reenact a crime scene. John is surprisingly willing, and Sherlock discovers his feelings aren’t as platonic as he thought, and decides they’ll just have to roleplay the crime every time a new victim is found.

• I’m hpgleek713 on ff.net if you’d like to check out my stuff. I only have three Sherlock stories right now, but I’m super proud of them. One was a Valentine’s Day prompt of ‘Footsies’ (Sherlock wants to cheer John up on this Valentine’s Day so soon after his divorce, and gets him a pair of socks to make him smile. There’s even art I did to go along with it), and one is an ongoing RP with avidityfire called ‘The Right And The Wrong’, where the boys confess their feelings the day after the stag night.

• ANYTHING by MildredandBobbin, ScarlettWatson, verityburns, wendymarlowe, and starrysummernights on ff.net. God, they’re all good.

There’s tons more I’m probably not even remembering right now, but this was what I remembered or thought to look up off the top of my head. Hope it helps!

johnlocked-kurtofsky-potterhead:

alicexz:

Okay this extremely terrible sketch is for the amazing reapersun (SORRY!!) who asked for Sherlock and John in the same pic, yeah interpret this how you want…
Personally I imagine after some sort of severe argument John is about to storm out yet again, maybe for good, and Sherlock slams his hand against the wall and struggles with his words and stares at him so intensely that John softens… and wonders… SOMEONE WRITE ME A FIC

“No, Sherlock! God… I’m done. I’m so fucking done.”

John stormed past Sherlock, shoving him with his good shoulder as he grabbed his belongings roughly. Keys, wallet, coat…

Sherlock followed him as he blew through the flat like an angry tornado. “I don’t understand, John. What is it that’s gotten you so unnecessarily worked up?” he asked, trying to make sense of the temper that had risen out of John seemingly from nowhere.

John spun in place, so quickly that Sherlock—who had been following close behind—crashed into him.

“You want to know what my bloody problem is, Sherlock?” he gritted out through the furious pounding in his head. “I’m sick of trying to put effort into this friendship—or whatever the hell you consider this—when you’re so clearly disgusted by anything that isn’t a case or any other cure for your fucking boredom!”

Taken aback, Sherlock gaped for just a moment before flaring up himself. “I don’t understand, John. I say one little a thing about not being able to stand that godawful witness, and—”

“No, Sherlock,” John cut in vehemently, “You can’t stand anyone. Anyone. Not one damn person on the planet. That’s exactly what you said, don’t try to backpedal.” He laughed bitterly, not a trace of humor in his tone. “And I’m not even bloody surprised.”

His face fell slightly. “I’m tired, Sherlock. I’m tired of being your lackey, and I’m tired of trying to build  something from nothing.” His eyes were bright and glassy. “I’m tired of trying to be friends with someone who can’t stand being around anyone.” His gaze hardened again, and his voice was steely as he finished, “I’m just so fucking done, Sherlock.” He shoved past Sherlock and headed for the door.

He was startled when Sherlock caught him just as he reached the door, forcefully grabbing his arm and slamming him against it to face him. His gaze was intense and burning.

“Sherlock, get off of—!”

“No, John. You clearly need to hear this.” His fury burned coldly in his voice and eyes as he carefully enunciated every word.

“You do not count as ‘anyone’, John. You have no idea how much you mean to me, and I will not stand by and watch you downplay how I feel about you because of a passing comment I made about someone else.” He leaned in closer, his face taking on an edge of genuine anguish, mixed in with the still burning anger. “You have no idea, John. No idea…” He looked down, taking a deep breath and speaking towards their feet. “That time… after the rooftop…” John went rigid. They never talked about where Sherlock had been all those months he was gone, or what he had been doing.

Sherlock looked up, his face composed but his eyes betraying his hurt and confusion, and went on, “I did it for you. All of it. Because…” He drew in a breath, “I would rather jump off that building for real than watch you die. You are the most important thing in the world to me, John.” His eyes hardened. “You are not. Just. Anyone. You are my… best friend.”

John stared at the face bending down to be level with his own, completely stunned. His gaze roamed over those eyes, those cheekbones, that mouth…

And suddenly, everything was totally, perfectly clear.

He mattered. John Watson mattered to Sherlock Holmes, more than anyone else in the whole world.

Slammed with the sudden, concrete power of that truth, John barely noticed Sherlock’s face inching closer… closer…

He felt the tingles before he felt the kiss. Once their lips touched, powerful surges of electricity shot down John’s body, nearly causing his knees to go out from under him.

The kiss was far too short, as Sherlock pulled away quickly to inspect the damage.

“Was that…?”

John answered the unusually tentative detective by reconnecting their lips as if they were magnetically charged. He grasped desperately at Sherlock, his coat, his jacket, his dressing gown… whatever the hell he was wearing.

Feeling John tug him down further, Sherlock let his own hands wander. They slipped around John’s face, up his back, then back around his body to finally rest at his face, gripping it firmly and tilting it to just the right angle.

Breathless, the pair broke apart and stared at one another. They both began to chuckle, each taking in the other’s disheveled appearance.

Sherlock stroked John’s cheek with his thumb. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted softly. John hummed in approval, his forehead creasing with worry as the smile slipped off Sherlock’s face.

Sherlock gazed deeply into John’s eyes, holding him, mesmerizing him. “Promise me you won’t leave, John. I can’t… I couldn’t…” He seemed to be struggling for words. “I know I’m awful. And I can’t promise to stop being that way. But I can promise that you will always be more important to me than any case, puzzle, or person. More important than anything else in the world. 

“I just… I love you, John. Please don’t leave me.”

Silent tears trickled down John’s face as he recalled his shouted accusations from a mere few minutes ago. He surged up and kissed Sherlock again, feeling their tears, feeling the combined proof of their love and longing and loss and relief and hope. 

He broke away and buried his face into the crook of Sherlock’s neck, smiling and nuzzling the skin there and holding on for dear life. To his flatmate. To the man he loved.

To his best friend.

“Never. Idiot.”

I wrote this little ficlet a long time ago for this gorgeous art, and I just found it again! Forgot how much I loved the concept and the drawing. Beautiful.

johnlocked-kurtofsky-potterhead:

alicexz:

Okay this extremely terrible sketch is for the amazing reapersun (SORRY!!) who asked for Sherlock and John in the same pic, yeah interpret this how you want…

Personally I imagine after some sort of severe argument John is about to storm out yet again, maybe for good, and Sherlock slams his hand against the wall and struggles with his words and stares at him so intensely that John softens… and wonders… SOMEONE WRITE ME A FIC

“No, Sherlock! God… I’m done. I’m so fucking done.”

John stormed past Sherlock, shoving him with his good shoulder as he grabbed his belongings roughly. Keys, wallet, coat…

Sherlock followed him as he blew through the flat like an angry tornado. “I don’t understand, John. What is it that’s gotten you so unnecessarily worked up?” he asked, trying to make sense of the temper that had risen out of John seemingly from nowhere.

John spun in place, so quickly that Sherlock—who had been following close behind—crashed into him.

“You want to know what my bloody problem is, Sherlock?” he gritted out through the furious pounding in his head. “I’m sick of trying to put effort into this friendship—or whatever the hell you consider this—when you’re so clearly disgusted by anything that isn’t a case or any other cure for your fucking boredom!”

Taken aback, Sherlock gaped for just a moment before flaring up himself. “I don’t understand, John. I say one little a thing about not being able to stand that godawful witness, and—”

“No, Sherlock,” John cut in vehemently, “You can’t stand anyone. Anyone. Not one damn person on the planet. That’s exactly what you said, don’t try to backpedal.” He laughed bitterly, not a trace of humor in his tone. “And I’m not even bloody surprised.”

His face fell slightly. “I’m tired, Sherlock. I’m tired of being your lackey, and I’m tired of trying to build something from nothing.” His eyes were bright and glassy. “I’m tired of trying to be friends with someone who can’t stand being around anyone.” His gaze hardened again, and his voice was steely as he finished, “I’m just so fucking done, Sherlock.” He shoved past Sherlock and headed for the door.

He was startled when Sherlock caught him just as he reached the door, forcefully grabbing his arm and slamming him against it to face him. His gaze was intense and burning.

“Sherlock, get off of—!”

“No, John. You clearly need to hear this.” His fury burned coldly in his voice and eyes as he carefully enunciated every word.

“You do not count as ‘anyone’, John. You have no idea how much you mean to me, and I will not stand by and watch you downplay how I feel about you because of a passing comment I made about someone else.” He leaned in closer, his face taking on an edge of genuine anguish, mixed in with the still burning anger. “You have no idea, John. No idea…” He looked down, taking a deep breath and speaking towards their feet. “That time… after the rooftop…” John went rigid. They never talked about where Sherlock had been all those months he was gone, or what he had been doing.

Sherlock looked up, his face composed but his eyes betraying his hurt and confusion, and went on, “I did it for you. All of it. Because…” He drew in a breath, “I would rather jump off that building for real than watch you die. You are the most important thing in the world to me, John.” His eyes hardened. “You are not. Just. Anyone. You are my… best friend.”

John stared at the face bending down to be level with his own, completely stunned. His gaze roamed over those eyes, those cheekbones, that mouth…

And suddenly, everything was totally, perfectly clear.

He mattered. John Watson mattered to Sherlock Holmes, more than anyone else in the whole world.

Slammed with the sudden, concrete power of that truth, John barely noticed Sherlock’s face inching closer… closer…

He felt the tingles before he felt the kiss. Once their lips touched, powerful surges of electricity shot down John’s body, nearly causing his knees to go out from under him.

The kiss was far too short, as Sherlock pulled away quickly to inspect the damage.

“Was that…?”

John answered the unusually tentative detective by reconnecting their lips as if they were magnetically charged. He grasped desperately at Sherlock, his coat, his jacket, his dressing gown… whatever the hell he was wearing.

Feeling John tug him down further, Sherlock let his own hands wander. They slipped around John’s face, up his back, then back around his body to finally rest at his face, gripping it firmly and tilting it to just the right angle.

Breathless, the pair broke apart and stared at one another. They both began to chuckle, each taking in the other’s disheveled appearance.

Sherlock stroked John’s cheek with his thumb. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted softly. John hummed in approval, his forehead creasing with worry as the smile slipped off Sherlock’s face.

Sherlock gazed deeply into John’s eyes, holding him, mesmerizing him. “Promise me you won’t leave, John. I can’t… I couldn’t…” He seemed to be struggling for words. “I know I’m awful. And I can’t promise to stop being that way. But I can promise that you will always be more important to me than any case, puzzle, or person. More important than anything else in the world.

“I just… I love you, John. Please don’t leave me.”

Silent tears trickled down John’s face as he recalled his shouted accusations from a mere few minutes ago. He surged up and kissed Sherlock again, feeling their tears, feeling the combined proof of their love and longing and loss and relief and hope.

He broke away and buried his face into the crook of Sherlock’s neck, smiling and nuzzling the skin there and holding on for dear life. To his flatmate. To the man he loved.

To his best friend.

“Never. Idiot.”

I wrote this little ficlet a long time ago for this gorgeous art, and I just found it again! Forgot how much I loved the concept and the drawing. Beautiful.

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cassywinchestertheangel:

hellotheremynameslucy:

theonewhosawitall:

whatifidontknowwhoiam:

I thought I could keep on without reblogging it.

I was wrong.

they should just start to hire tumblr to make adverts for them.

Its.. it’s just the ood.. I don’t even know.

i am loving this

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patrickandmarcus:

the single greatest moment of the series

patrickandmarcus:

the single greatest moment of the series

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colinorgasmic:

tastefullyoffended:

musicalwaysfindsaway:

luckystrikesandtallthings:

waywardswagabond:

we went on splash mountain today

We’re in a stable relationship

I’m surprised you weren’t asked to leave for all that horsing around in the front

There is nothing about this picture that isn’t quality
like despite the couple in the front there’s the guy absolutely freaking out about them kissing and trying to protect jane crocker’s innocence
there’s those two people behind them that absolutely cannot believe what they’re looking at 
and then there’s the guy in the back who is waiting for jesus to take him away from all this nonsense

 the guy in the back who is waiting for jesus to take him away from all this nonsense


Are we sure that’s what the deal is with the guy in the back?BecauseI meanREALLY look at that faceAlsoWhere’s the person sitting next to him?

colinorgasmic:

tastefullyoffended:

musicalwaysfindsaway:

luckystrikesandtallthings:

waywardswagabond:

we went on splash mountain today

We’re in a stable relationship

I’m surprised you weren’t asked to leave for all that horsing around in the front

There is nothing about this picture that isn’t quality

like despite the couple in the front there’s the guy absolutely freaking out about them kissing and trying to protect jane crocker’s innocence

there’s those two people behind them that absolutely cannot believe what they’re looking at 

and then there’s the guy in the back who is waiting for jesus to take him away from all this nonsense

 the guy in the back who is waiting for jesus to take him away from all this nonsense

Are we sure that’s what the deal is with the guy in the back?

Because

I mean

REALLY look at that face

Also

Where’s the person sitting next to him?

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benedict cumberbatch: sherlock is dangerous and an absolute bastard
tumblr: sherlock is a sad gay baby

亲爱的

亲爱的

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