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Some things to keep in mind include:
→ I bounce around fandoms and pairings quite a lot.
→ NSFW works are a definite.
→ Slash is prevalent.
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[Okay, this is cheating, but I’m totally putting the IM conversation behind a cut because HI WOW NEED THIS]
It’d be a lie to say Sandy has never cybered before - he was around when chat rooms were actually popular, and it was always fun to play along with straight guys asking A/S/L, pretending to be a naughty housewife and laughing at their fury when he revealed his true gender halfway through - but he’s never actually got off on cybering before.
It wasn’t even intended as cybering originally, just as a chat with the only other person in his guild on World of Warcraft who regularly stays up past 2am, but Thenightmareking proved fascinating to talk to and the conversation’s turn for a filthy one felt strangely natural; Sandy’s always theorised you could literally be seduced by words, but until now, his theory’s never been proven.
Sandy’s not even left the keyboard to lock his door, too busy typing with one hand while fisting his cock with the other, and if Thenightmareking’s messages back are any indication then he’s not alone in this - and best of all, he’s not having to pretend to be a girl, or slim, or tall, he’s typed the entire conversation as himself and it’s such a relief to have someone find him attractive despite the truth that he can barely breathe.
Okay, so I got an amazing anon asking for Cheerleader!Edd and football player!Kevin. This was inspired by c2ndy2c1d’s nsfw post. I’ll be posting this in two part’s so here is part one! (please read tags for warnings)
NSFW - It’s not a Kink, I swear!
Kevin never thought of himself as a kinky guy. He liked the basics, the simple, nothing weird or anything painful. (Football was doing enough of that.) The idea of tying someone up was hot, sure, the idea of being tied up did another thing, so hot, D/s, Eh, BDSM, spanking is weird. Regardless, Kevin just liked sex. Plan-jane, simple sex. But after a snide comment from Nat one football practice the image was rotting in his head, digging a hole and staying there to pester Kevin at the worst of times.
“Don’t you think Edd would look so good in one of those?” Nat had said, pointing to the cheerleaders practicing. Laughing at the time because that would be really freaking funny to see Edd in a crop top uniform with a short frilly bottom and knee high socks. Kevin had laughed until he wasn’t, blushing because the skirt would drift right above Edd’s mid-thigh showing off the pale skin, and fuck, Edd in knee high socks?
Kevin stumbled, striding next to Nat staring at the cheerleader thinking only of how fucking good Edd would look in one of those. Noticing him staring the girls waved; Kevin swallowed the rock that had formed in his throat forcing these filthy thoughts away and waving back.
“..You’re thinking about it,” Nat murmured by his side with a knowing smirk. “Aren’t you?” What an ass.
Prompt: I think they need to make use of the Detective Inspector’s handcuffs. ;-)
‘Hey,’ Greg grinned as Mycroft opened the door. The smell of cooking wafted through the doorway, and inside his boyfriend’s house was bright and welcoming. He stepped inside and, unable to wait, announced, ‘I brought something with me.’
‘And what’s that?’ Mycroft asked him, pulling him into a warm embrace.
‘Wait and see,’ Greg winked, heading off into the kitchen to locate the source of the smell. A pot of seafood was simmering on the stove.
‘Bouillabaisse,’ Mycroft explained, ‘… is it to do with sex?’
‘How did you know?’
‘You’re being very…’ he paused, searching for words, ‘…lascivious.’
Greg stopped inspecting the food in order to approach his lover. He crowded him into the corner of the room, pressing him up against the fridge, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. ‘I’ll be even more lascivious if you’re not careful.’
Silly little thing to cross over Penis Friday and Silver Fox Saturday. Some folks will recognize the universe for this fic pretty quickly, but that’s not necessary to be able to follow along…
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“Gregory, why in heaven’s name are you awake?”
“That’s a laugh. All I’ve heard from you lately is ‘oh Gregory, stay awake for me, won’t you my dear?’ and other nonsense.”
“That was due to my reasonable worry that you would not be able to retain your grip on consciousness. You were shot, if you remember properly.”
“Yeah, no problem with that. Man doesn’t forget taking two pieces of Hell right in the chest. At least after his brain’s been jogged a bit”
“Good. Very good. Now that we have established your knowledge of the events in question, you can return to sleep to continue resting. It will be a long time before you are healed, my dear, but the more rest you receive, the quicker your recovery will occur.”
“Nope. Not sleepy. Very not sleepy, if you know what I mean.”
Title: The Shop Boy Author: EventHorizon Rating: M Character(s): Lestrade/Mycroft, Sherlock. Warnings: AU, heavy petting, teen!lock, Sherlock’s a cute little shit… Summary: Sometimes, taking care of Sherlock had its benefits…
Dori’s secret shame: he likes the sort of rough type his brother hangs around with. On one gallivant to the nastier parts of Bree to collect Nori and bring him home, he runs into some criminal dwarves who give him some… attention…
Not as explicit, but still smut. Watch out for a cameo by yours truly!
One last minific to end winter break for school - back to the salt mines tomorrow. This one was inspired by two great gif sets of dear Lestrade in all his tie-less glory. Check out this one and this one…
