I wonder what John blogs about.
I hope that in the 3rd season he goes on tumblr or whatever during a scene to look like he’s blogging, and he tracks the “johnlock” and “johnlock smut” tags
And then Sherlock is behind him and smirks about seeing John swoon over porn of them together, and gets a boner himself
and then John turns around and sees him.
And so they have some manly giggles to shrug it off
and then suddenly
and
…
and as they make their way off to the bedroom things like “I liked that one post with us in the shower, I’d like to try that John..” can be heard
My top 5 Johnlock fanfics (;
Hey guys! It’s been a while so I am back with my top 5, most smuttiest, take-a-cold-shower-right-now, fangirling, FEELS and all that jazz Johnlock fanfics!
In no particular order,
1.Performance in a leading role
Is it sad that I love this book? I didn’t actually want to read this at first because of all the hype, but I finally decided to because the hype must have some truth in it right? And for once, the hype was right! OMG, I fricking love this story, it doesn’t seem possible, casting John and Sherlock as actors but yet, MadLori manages to do it and yet at the same time, keep all the traits of John and Sherlock that we all know and love.
Oh wow. *fans myself frantically* I have never ever considered Johnlock in a BDSM relationship but this was wonderfully and I love how in control Sherlock was while John was all… And I love the ending, building up their relationship like that so it was definitely a winner.
This was so hot. I know this is getting repetitive but so hawt! And, and it has a sequel!
Less smut, more humour and fluffiness. (:
And last but not least,
Sherlock speaks French during sex. Need I say more?
And that’s it! My top 5 Johnlock fics!
My first smut ever ok guys please don't judge me
John yawned deeply and closed his laptop. That was enough blogging for one night. He and Sherlock had just gotten back from Dartmoor after revealing the mystery of the Baskerville Hound, so he had plenty to type about for the evening. But now was the time for sleep. John could barely keep his eyes open.
He entered his bedroom lazily, rubbing his eyes. He immediately headed for his dresser, and still facing it, took off his watch, and laid it on top. He crossed his arms over his stomach to pull off his sweater, and threw it away from him; he didn’t care where it landed so long as he was able to crawl into his bed faster. He then unbuttoned his trousers, turning around only to face Sherlock with an intrigued look on his face. His shirt was halfway undone from the top, his hair ruffled in a strangely sexy way. And he was just sitting there… Why did he look so appealing to John then?
Wait a bloody minute, what was Sherlock doing in John’s bed?! John opened his mouth to quesion, but Sherlock immediately cut him off.
“No need to protest, John, I was just hoping you could complete a request of mine.” His eyes looked like a puppy’s at this point, his eyebrows raised, and a crooked smirk appeared on his lips.
John held his breath and asked, “And what would that be?”
“Two days ago at the military base in Devonshire, you confronted a corporal before we entered the premesis, do you remember?” Sherlock brought his hands up underneath his chin, still smirking.
“Yes,” John replied, confused.
“You announced to him that you were a captain and showed him your badge before saluting him,” Sherlock said, “and ordered him to show us the full turf.”
“I don’t see where this is going,” John said.
“I’m going to need you a bit closer for this request,” Sherlock said.
“What?”
“Come here, John,” Sherlock’s smirk grew larger now.
Within John’s first step toward the bed, he realized his trousers were still undone, but kept walking anyway. What the bloody hell was going through Sherlock’s crazy mind?
John reached the edge of the right of the bed, but Sherlock cocked his head to the left, motioning John to move even closer. John bent down, now face to face with Sherlock. Those ice blue eyes hypnotized him enough for his mouth to part slightly open. He looked down at Sherlock’s lips and Sherlock’s smirk grew into a seductive grin before speaking in a low, sensual tone, “Give me an order, captain.”
John’s eyes flashed quickly back up to Sherlock’s, not entirely sure how to react to the random change of character. It was alarming, but he strangely enjoyed it.
Sherlock noticed the dumbfoundedness in John’s eyes and said in the same tone, “Oh come on… there must something you’d like me to do.”
John knew exactly what he wanted Sherlock to do just then. Where this sudden shift of sexuality came from, he didn’t know, but he was too tired and aroused to protest himself. After a long build-up of confidence in his head he finally ordered Sherlock, “Finish stripping my pants, soldier.”
Sherlock’s seductive grin instantly became excited. His eyes widened and he adjusted on his knees as John stood up straight again. “That’s more like it!” Sherlock cried before ripping the pants off of John’s body.
John’s trousers and pants fell on the ground, still around his ankles. Sherlock smiled at John’s hard cock and stared back up at his face, beggingly. “What else shall I do, captain?”
It was John’s turn to give a sexy smirk now. “Get on your back,” he said. “That’s an order.”
Sherlock immediately obeyed and John bent down once again, this time to violently undo the rest of Sherlock’s shirt. He then rubbed his hands all over Sherlock’s torso, pulling off his sleeves, and occasionally kissing and sucking parts of his neck and chest.
Everything was moving too quickly for John to question anything. But, oh, what did he care? This was fun and arousing, and he had no idea that he’d wanted this so badly.
Still kissing Sherlock’s neck, John tore off Sherlocks trousers, leaving on his undergarmets, and threw them away from the bed. He finished stepping out of his town trousers and pressed himself down onto Sherlock’s body. Their lips met, and they continued to grind against each other. Their breathing became heavy as Sherlock slipped his tongue into John’s mouth.
John reached his hand underneath Sherlock’s pants and fondled with Sherlock’s scrotum. Now both of their tongues circled around the each other’s and the grinding became slower, more anticipating. Sherlock’s head bent back and he let out a pleading groan. John couldn’t help but smile with delight.
John squeezed Sherlock’s testicles in his hands. “Take your pants off turn around,” John ordered.
Sherlock quickly obeyed by fumbling his undergarmets off of his legs, revealing his erect cock, and instantly spinning around to the head of the bed, his hands touching the wall and his knees holding himself up.
John had never done this before, but he certainly wasn’t afraid to give it a go. He wanted Sherlock so badly at this moment (and frankly, loved the feeling of being in charge of him for once), and he was probably going to regret it later, but was too excited to care. He slowly inserted himself into Sherlock and slowly took himself out. He repeated this leisurely action enough times until Sherlock let out another pleading groan. John smiled again and ordered him to, “Beg.”
“P- please,” Sherlock sofly whimpered.
“That’s an order,” John growled as he fiercely thrusted himself into Sherlock and grabbed his right shoulder.
“Harder,” Sherlock let out in a breath.
“What was that?” John growled again as the thrusted himself deeper this time.
“Harder!” Sherlock shouted, cocking his head back.
John wasted no time intensely lunging himself repetitively into Sherlock. He pushed up Sherlock’s ass as Sherlock slid his hands off the wall and buried them along with his face in the pillow below.
“F-faster,” Sherlock breathed.
John suddenly pulled Sherlock up, right hand on his right shoulder and left hand cupping his chin. He growled in Sherlock’s ear, “What was that, soldier?”
“Faster, sir,” Sherlock said, clenching his teeth.
John smiled once again, giving his all, moving in and out as heavily and as quickly as he could. Sherlock sank back into the bed and John pressed his own body on top of Sherlock’s back. John moved even faster as Sherlock let out a loud moan. John sank his face into Sherlock’s neck.
“John,” Sherlock breathed out, “sir… I…” Sherlock’s voice trailed off in the intense pleasure.
“Tell me,” John whispered, “tell me.”
“I’m going to-” Sherlock stammered, “to…”
Sherlock let out a powerful moan, coming into John’s sheets, and John pulled out of Sherlock, finishing himself off on Sherlock’s bare ass. When he was done, he turned Sherlock’s body over to face him and got on his hands and knees. Sherlock rested his left wrist on his forehead and his right on his stomach. They both were breathing extremely heavily, and their exhausted stares turned into smiles.
“What… just… happened?” John asked in between his breaths.
Sherlock let out a laugh and John quietly joined him as he rest his head on Sherlock’s left shoulder. Sherlock put his left arm around John and kissed his forehead.
“No idea, captain,” he said, and snuggled closer.
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You and the stranger both like Johnlock.
Stranger: Sherlock pushed John against the wall, pressing against him, refusing freedom of movement. “It’s an experiment.” He quickly explained to his boyfriend.
You: John widened his eyes and struggled against him. Although he should trust him, this was sudden. John wasn’t prepared. After a few moments he stopped and stared into Sherlock’s eyes, then swallowed. “What sort of experiment?”
Stranger: ”A very special, very specific experiment.” The sociopath said quietly. He leaned forward. “I’m going to test your reactions to various stimuli.” Sherlock whispered huskily into John’s ear. Their favorite ‘experiment.’
You: John slightly closed his eyes and shuddered. Nodding slowly he licked his lips, then smiled lightly. “Okay. An experiment.” He brought his hands and lightly draped them over his shoulders. “I’m game.”
Stranger: ”Your cooperation is much appreciated, doctor.” Sherlock replied in the same seductive manner, his lips just barely brushing against the skin. He moved and kissed John roughly on the mouth, keeping him pinned to the wall.
You: He was going to respond to Sherlock, but then the detective interrupted him with his very distracting lips. Sliding his eyes closed he moaned lightly against his mouth. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss John tightened his hold around Sherlock’s shoulders.
Stranger: Sherlock placed a hand on the back of his neck, bringing him closer. He maneuvered his tongue into John’s mouth, brushing it aggressively against the other’s, fighting for control of the kiss. As usual, Sherlock won, taking over John’s mouth, memorizing every detail.
You: He savored the taste of Sherlock. John moved his tongue in rhythm of Sherlock’s. Shivering to the other mans touch on the back of his neck. His felt the bit of his stomach burn with desire. He felt a need for more… Rolling his hips against Sherlock he gasped into his mouth.
Stranger: Sherlock took the hint and pressed forward, grinding his hips against John. He pushed his tongue further into his mouth, continuing his lovely, intimate dance with John’s. The gasp encouraged him to nibble a bit on John’s lower lip, something he hardly ever did, just to see what he’d do.
You: John cried out softly and moved his hands to Sherlock’s hair. Curling his fingers around the dark, thick locks, John pulled tuft’s of his hair and hungrily pressed back against Sherlock.
Stranger: Sherlock attached his lips to John’s neck like a leech, sucking and biting down on the exposed flesh. He slowly ran his tongue over the purple bruise, then leaned up to nip at his ear. The detective proceeded to suck on John’s earlobe, thoroughly enjoying the reactions he was getting from all this.
You: John leaned his head as far back as he could, exposing more surface area for the detective. He bit his lips to keep from moaning, like a little school girl. Pleasure washed over him as the taller man devoured his ear lobe.
Stranger: Sherlock chuckled and moved his hands to the buttons on John’s shirt. He took his time undoing them one by one, lightly trailing his fingers across the newly exposed skin.
You: John panted slightly, his breathing becoming hitched and uneven. This teasing.. would be the death of him. He lustily looks at Sherlock and whimpered, “Hurry..”
Stranger: ”Patience, love.” Sherlock whispered hoarsely. He grunted quietly, violently rolling his hips against John’s, hooking a leg around that of the man against him. He slid the now-open shirt away from John’s body, revealing his bare torso. Sherlock tossed it to the side. It wouldn’t be needed for quite some time.
You: Hugging Sherlock’s body with his legs he arched his back as the detective erection dug into him. He practically saw stars, Sherlock was touching him, but he wasn’t. It was like the other man wanted to see how far he could take John on the edge of sanity, only to pull him back by throwing him a bone. Moaning loudly, he gave a rougher tug at Sherlock’s hair.
Stranger: Sherlock groaned quietly and kissed him feverishly, and moved one arm to wrap around his shoulders. The other was slowly making its way down his chest, across his side, Sherlock’s hand coming to rest on John’s arse. He pulled him closer, continuing to move against him. Sherlock could feel John getting hard already and smiled into the kiss, mentally planning out most of the night.
You: Parting his lips he wanted to one-up the man. To make him crave more. As to how he would do it, not even he knew at the moment. He’d probably wait til later during the night to make Sherlock beg for something. Considering he was tightly pressed against the wall, John brought up his other leg and shivered as Sherlock’s hand cupped his arse. Rolling his hips, in a slow teasing manner, he groaned lightly and pulled from the kiss. He moved his head to the side of Sherlock’s head and placed kisses along his jawline.
Stranger: Sherlock pulled away and took a small step back, panting. He leaned over and licked John’s ear. “Bedroom. Now.”
You: A small smile played on John’s lips. Placing his feet on the ground and shivered as the other man licked his ear. His mind was clouded as he walked to Sherlock’s room.
Stranger: Sherlock followed eagerly, nearly outstepping John. Once they both were inside their bedroom, he kicked the door shut. Mrs. Hudson was still in and they needed to let her know not to come in or pay mind to any odd noises which may arise from within the room.
You: John instantly headed for the bed. He sat on the edge. His legs dangling over the edge as he looked at Sherlock, with hungry lustful eyes.
Stranger: Sherlock smiled and took a few steps forward — wait, no. His smile spread to a devilish grin, and he jerked his head, gesturing for John to stand up and come over to him. The only source of illumination in the room was the bedside lamp, the golden light shined off Sherlock’s eyes giving him a hungry, predatory look.
You: John stared at him hesitantly before lifting himself from the bed. Taking slow strides to the detective he held his steady gaze, a smile playing along his lips. When he reached Sherlock he looked up, his eyes glittering with adoration and lust.
Stranger: Once John was within a small enough distance, Sherlock stepped forward and kissed him again. His tongue mapped out John’s mouth, committing the area to memory, a soft noise escaping him. He reached a hand down and ran his fingertips along the skin at the waistband of John’s trousers. Feather-light touches that he was certain would drive the other man insane within hardly any time.
You: The kiss with Sherlock took no time to cloud his mind. His thoughts were full of nothing but Sherlock touching him, kissing him… driving him insane. John whimpered as Sherlock’s fingers teased his pants, as though he was going to take them off, but he himself didn’t know when. Moaning into the kiss, John reached up and wrapped his hands around the back of Sherlock’s neck.
Stranger: Sherlock slipped his long fingers beneath the waistband, teasing the soft, sensitive skin underneath. He latched onto John’s collarbone, kissing and sucking, leaving a mark or two. Sherlock absolutely loved teasing John, it was so much fun just to watch him react.
You: John’s mouth choked out a moan that faltered as Sherlock teased him, continuously, over and over again. His skin tingled as Sherlock teased the area of his skin just below the waistband. His nails raked lightly against Sherlock’s neck as he tilted his head. “Sherlock…” He whispered breathlessly.
Stranger: Sherlock quickly unbuttoned and shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor in a lifeless heap. He wrapped his arms around John, their bare chests pressed together. The detective lightly caressed John’s back, occasionally scraping his short fingernails along the flesh. He moved a hand back down to John’s arse, bringing him back so that there was absolutely no space between them whatsoever.
You: John shivered due to the body warmth emitting from the other man. He arched his back as his eyes fluttered as the nails moved along his back. In all honesty his back was probably his weak point. As his chest brushed against Sherlock’s he slowly slid one his hands to Sherlock’s chest. He looked up and placed a kiss to his chin. With his other hand he lowered Sherlock’s head so he could plant a kiss of his own to the other mans lips.
Stranger: Sherlock smiled, a soft sigh escaping him. He moved his hand away from John’s arse and around to the front of his trousers. Grinning deviously, he slowly started rubbing John’s clothed erection through his jeans.
You: He jolted and let out a harsh moan. He had forgotten how hard his erection was. It throbbed in his pants. It ached to be freed and touched. Shivering John pulled back from the kiss and almost cursed his name. Lowering his head to Sherlock’s chest he closed his eyes as his breath became even more ragged. “S-Sherlock..” He whined.
Stranger: ”Oh I’m sorry,” Sherlock smirked. He moved his mouth to John’s ear. “Is there something you want?”
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okay pervs. this is my first...johnlock smut. please don't judge me forever because i know it's literally complete shit.
Sherlock stumbled into his bedroom, steadying himself on the door frame, he was clearly intoxicated, John noted that he still somehow managed to look like a god, even with his hair all mussed and his shirt sloppily untucked.
Sherlock rubbed his eyes hazily, not bothering to turn on the lights, he made his way over to his dresser, quickly grabbing his pajamas, he started fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt.
John was silently watching from Sherlock’s bed, stifling a chuckle that he was still oblivious to his presence, though not willing to announce it just yet, perhaps when he’d gotten a few more items of clothing off.
Sherlock had just taken off his belt when he heard a creak from his bed. He froze. He slowly turned around, squinting, his eyes not totally adjusted to the darkness.
He breathed a sigh of relief, it was only John. Wait - what? What was John doing in his bed, and at this hour? He almost asked him this question, but suddenly he got the wind knocked out of him when John bounded forward and shoved him up against the dresser.
“Need some help there?” John growled in his ear, grinding their hips together forcefully.
Sherlock lost his ability to respond when John smashed his mouth into his, their skin burned on contact, he was biting and pulling at his lips, their tongues shoved hotly and forcefully against each other, John wanted more. And Sherlock was in no state of mind to deny his desires, a fact he feared John knew entirely too well.
John’s strong hands traveled purposefully down Sherlock’s lower back, shoving his hips even harder into his as he planted little nips along his jaw and down his chest. Sherlock let out a stifled moan, John smirked against his skin, pulling him by the front of his trousers to the bed.
John flung him around and landed himself on top of him grinding his hips into Sherlock’s growing bulge. John leaned down and kissed him, his mouth full of lust, he didn’t let up from the kiss until Sherlock was gasping for air, clawing at John’s back and pulling his hair. John growled into his mouth and rolled off of him, his hands ripped mercilessly at his trouser’s button, wriggling him out of his pants immediately, John only had boxer briefs on to begin with, so all that separated them now was two thin pieces of fabric, a fact they were both becoming all to aware of as they grinded mercilessly against each other, leaving bit marks along each other’s skin, rolling over each other, fighting for dominance, unfortunately for Sherlock he would not win that fight, no in this state anyways.
John pinned Sherlock on his back, making quick work of their remaining clothing, he sucked at his neck and nipped and licked his way down his body, enjoying the groans he was receiving in return. Sherlock grabbed John’s hair and shoved his head down to his cock, begging him to take him now, John grinned, breathing deliberate hot air right on his tip, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock and stroked slowly. Sherlock shoved his hips forward, to John’s amusement, and he shoved him right back down again.
“John, godda - FUCK,” Sherlock broke off as John took in as much of him as he could muster, his teeth lightly dragging as he moved back and forth, appreciating every inch.
It was almost too much for Sherlock to bear, John massaged him and rubbed his balls as Sherlock seized up, his legs tightening around John’s body, his nails scraping along John’s back.
“John - John I -” Sherlock gasped, trying to sputter out a warning.
John just responded even more enthusiastically, moving faster and more deliberately, when suddenly Sherlock’s whole body shook, his back arched against the mattress, his vice grip on John intensified as he moaned John’s name, his voice cracking, John took in all he could as Sherlock rode out the waves and slowly sunk back down, breathing deeply, panting almost.
John rose up and held Sherlock to close to him, kissing him softly on the lips, smiling against his mouth. Sherlock was experiencing a new kind of intoxication, because the alcohol had worn off by now, he’d only been a bit tipsy after all. He nuzzled himself into John’s arms, and whispered one small phrase, that John was barely sure he heard.
“You’re perfect.”
