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wearewholockians:

For the Johnlockers c:

Update!

I just realized I should be tagging these as NSFW x3 sorry guys. The last few were tagged but from now on the asks will be tagged too. :)
How are you all liking the new content? If you like it, tell me. If not, tell me anyways! I’m open to criticism. Do you think the fanfics/fanart should be dirtier? Or more mellow? I’ll do a mixture of both just in case.
Thanks!

"Who Are You?" -Mystrade Beginnings

i-am-greg-lestrade:

Okay, so I collected the 3 parter I wrote on holiday, cleaned up some typos and buffed out some stuff. Making them all together!!

Word Count: 3001
Rating: M (sexual themes [not smut, not quite.])
Characters: DI Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Mystrade/ Mystrade beginnings

Enjoy!~

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CLICK!

The large monitor turned on, making a slight static buzzing. Mycroft tapped a few keys on his laptop’s keyboard and an image flickered on. It was a darkened view of the sitting room in 221B. Mycroft liked to keep an eye on his little brother, ever since Sherlock had been found in a gutter, track marks riddling his arms and strung out on a multitude of different drugs. It took him weeks to recover so now Mycroft wants to make sure it never happens again.

He saw no movements in the first camera’s view, which, for 9pm, was unusual for Sherlock. He was usually up until at least 3 in the morning, rambling or playing his violin. It was a wonder his landlady could stand it.

Mycroft took a sip from his crystal glass, the amber liquid sloshing gently at the sides. Tapping a few more keys, he brought up the view of Sherlock’s bedroom beside the one of the sitting room. It was darkened as well, but the bed was occupied. It seemed that Sherlock had gone to bed early. that struck Mycroft as strange. Sherlock may have just had a tiring day and just simply went to bed early, but Mycroft didn’t think so.

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reapersun:

~click for spoiler (but not really) nsfw~

reapersun:

~click for spoiler (but not really) nsfw~

i-was-gkazul:

Tumblr-Con commision for Megg
based on her fic [x]
What even are bodies. Dammit Gkazul get your shit together. Also pants boners. what even.

i-was-gkazul:

Tumblr-Con commision for Megg

based on her fic [x]

What even are bodies. Dammit Gkazul get your shit together. Also pants boners. what even.

oddthesungod:

owow can you guess what I liked the most about yesterday’s episode? One tip it’s oraanngee wahahah

oddthesungod:

owow can you guess what I liked the most about yesterday’s episode? One tip it’s oraanngee wahahah

kilodalton:

Title: After the Rain

Summary: She races with him through the rain and the dark, wondering, as always, if he returns her desires. Little does she know—that all ends… tonight.

Art by the-untempered-prism, fic by kilodalton

Fic BetaBabe: fadewithfury

A/N: Slightly angsty smuttily smutty smut for your enjoyment. This is an original joint fanworks collaboration between artist the-untempered-prism and writer kilodalton =D Thank you to fadewithfury for the invaluable beta of both the story and summary =)

They race towards the TARDIS. The beating of their shoes on the pavement echoes the clatter of the rain that has overtaken them, each step casting off wet droplets that rattle onto the street like tiny diamonds casually discarded from their feet. They sprint–well, as best as she can sprint in completely impractical shoes like these–through puddles on rain-slicked roads so drenched that they create their own little tide, complete with currents streaming down towards the gutters. They’re holding hands, palm against palm, facing down the dangers of the world together, but his fingers seem to be slipping away from her own in the downpour. His stride is longer than hers, faster than she can manage in these shoes, and their grasp on each other falters as they run. No matter—she grits her teeth and holds on tight, determined to hang on as long as she can.

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mattsmithissexy:

Eleven picks up a sexy companion (aka me).

rose-tyier:

Briar Rose, Sleeping Roses.
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rose-tyier:

Briar Rose, Sleeping Roses.