The Second Most Dangerous Man In London.

Devil John

Chapter 2 - Hell

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: Explicit

Summary: John is dead, but that’s not the end for him. Not when he has a soul left to corrupt.

Excerpt:

The room is dark, illuminated by a bare yellow incandescent light hanging down from a pale cord that has been tied in a hangman's noose. Light pools around his feet in a circle fading away into blackness. The world outside of this little circle of light is darker than a starless night, blacker than a coal mine.

Along the wall, he sees small black spiders scurrying around. They sit just outside the circle of light. Their red eyes glowing, their bodies hidden in obscurity.

“Back with us now are you, Johnny?” sings a voice with an Irish accent. “It's about time.”

John watches as Moriarty walks slowly toward him, defiling the circle of light with his very presence. He's wearing the Westwood now, under a black knee-length coat with a blood red lining. His eyes bore into John's naked flesh and he sneers.

John looks down. There are scars on his hairy chest. His bullet wound from Afghanistan is back now. He pushes to his feet, not wanting to show such vulnerability to an enemy. His back scrapes against the coarse wall and starts to bleed.

“Moriarty! This is the kind of thing that I'd expect of someone like you. I knew it had to be a trick. Where are we, and why are you holding me here?”

Moriarty rolls his head back with a sigh. Then he stomps around in a tiny circle bobbing his head from side to side in frustration as he cries, “Hell and Devils! Are we back to that again, Johnny Boy? I SO hate repeating myself.” Moriarty whips his head around to glare at John as he yells. “WHERE ARE WE?”

His voice hits John like a slap, and he falls to his knees.

“Now Johnny boy, Tell me WHERE! WE! ARE!”

“In Hell,” John says quietly.

Continued on AO3

In which Irene does not develop feelings for Sherlock, but is instead a good role model for cancer prevention.

The continuing Adventures of Devil John

Work in Progress

After Sherlock Holmes died, he and the spirit of John Watson spent some time bumming around as ghosts. It was Sherlock's idea of course. He still loved the world and there were things that he had left to do. The freedom of going unseen and delving into mysteries that none had been able to solve filled him with glee, and John, who had been with him constantly through the latter years of his life as his body had failed him more and more, couldn't begrudge him his enthusiasm.

The only thing that gave John pause was Sherlock's chosen form. An old man's body had never seemed to fit Sherlock whose spirit was never old, but John was still surprised when he took Sherlock's hand to help him out of his body, and he pulled out the form of an eleven year old boy, curly-haired and smiling with one missing tooth, and scratches on his knees. It did seem to fit his personality, wild and mischievous. It looked so appropriate as he manipulated the air making channels of cold and heat that caused the bees to fly in complex spirals and shape forms like helices and starbursts. It also fit the ghost who liked to pull Mycroft's toupee off of his head at inappropriate times. A prank that had his spirit rolling on the floor in laughter and also left a smile on the edge of Mycroft's face who looked almost as if he knew that Sherlock was there. Then again, he probably did know about it given the fact that Sherlock had written extensive notes in his lifetime about his haunting by the demon spirit of John Watson. Mycroft would have inherited the notes, and his mind was never one to be limited by what everyone else 'knew' was true. Sherlock's form was wholly appropriate to his person, but John had hoped for more, and in this form John couldn't get himself to do more than give him a hug and a peck on the forehead from time to time.

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Female Sexual Anatomy - External

The external female sex organs include two folds of flesh, one inside the other called the Labia Majora and the Labia Minora (the major lip and the minor lip). Inside the labia minora on the top is the glans clitoris which is protected by the clitoral hood. The glans clitoris is an organ with many nerve endings that can be a source of sexual pleasure. The glans is only the outside of the clitoris which extends back into the body underlying the labia and continuing along the roof of the vaginal wall.

The urethral opening connects to the bladder and urine comes out of it.

The vaginal opening is where the penis goes during sexual intercourse. It connects to the womb, oviducts, and ovaries where children are conceived.

The anus is the opening of the large intestine and food waste comes out of it.

The female differs from the male in that females have three openings while males have only two (an anus and the urethra which carries both sperm and urine)

Full image behind the cut

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This morning’s bedhead is starting the year off in style. https://www.instagram.com/p/B61D1waBqdK/?igshid=tzbn2icwuoq4

Devil John 7 - Sex

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: Explicit

Excerpt:

In the army, his unassuming nature and his ability to get a repeat date with any woman who had dropped her knickers for him once was what spurred the men to name him Three-Continents Watson.

He couldn't help the desire he felt whenever a pretty woman walked by, but it was contained somewhat by his certainty that he could have them begging and calling his name if he wanted them to. Even so, he always felt a little tense when he was alone with a woman.

Men, for the most part, did nothing for him. John found them uninteresting, almost without exception. Until a man had strutted across the lab toward him with his cheekbones and his tailored suit and John had felt it like a punch in the gut. He'd even had the gall to wink at him on his way out, just like she had, reminding him of what it felt like to be powerless.

When Sherlock had taken John's very mild query into his sexual orientation and thrown it in his face, John knew that his momentary thought of perhaps giving the other side a go was never going to happen. He put it out of his mind.

And yet, Sherlock always had a way of throwing him off balance. He definitely was NOT a woman, but sometimes the ever-changing color of his eyes, or the pale freckles on his neck as he stood playing the violin, or the rounded curve of his ass would hit John in a way that made him feel like he was back in that referee's closet.

continued on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Crowley’s Rat Army Words: 2158 Summary: Crowley wants to surprise Aziraphale during the Chinese New Year. His trusted band of rats are in for more than they can chew.

I got snowed in on the 12th and couldn’t get to work, leaving me awake early with nothing to do. Obviously that means I was messing around on Discord when I thought: What if we all wrote one fanfic. together. at the same time.

Lets thank all these beautiful people who decided to take a chance on a stupid idea with me, and helped create something hilarious and fantastic!

@heavens-bookshop​ @normified​ @maddyteddysstuff @crowleystolemyshoes​ as well as our partners on AO3 Latter_alice, The_jackalope & soleo_lion!

We had so much fun working together, we ended up making our own discord server, the Ineffable Writers Guild! Please join us for writing, collaborating and chitchat!

This will also be my “something” for Lunar New Year on my @goodomonths Holiday Challenge.8′3

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR! YEAR OF THE RAT!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/James Moriarty Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, James Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes Summary:

After the pool incident. Sherlock tells John of how he knew James Moriarty in his youth when he was his...benefactor.

Excerpt:

“The third time that I met James Moriarty, I was twenty. I was standing on a street corner in tattered jeans and an old jacket. University hadn't agreed with me. Not after I started taking drugs to numb the aftermath of a bad love affair. I know, you're shocked. You don't see me as the kind of person who has love affairs. I don't. Not anymore.

"I was in danger of getting expelled from Uni, and Mycroft exploded. He put a freeze on my funds. Told me that I wouldn't get another penny until I improved my performance there. I told him where to shove it. I spent my nights on the couches of people I knew, until I wasn't welcome anywhere. I was so bored and lonely that I went to bars and let men buy me drinks only to pickpocket them when they were drunk and use the money to buy cocaine. I was high, and bored, and desperate, wondering where I was going to sleep that night. Wondering if I knew anyone else who might give me enough for another hit when a car stopped beside me.

"I remembered him, vaguely. He certainly remembered me. I climbed inside. I often think back to that moment. I could have walked away, and everything would have been different. If I had simply walked away, that woman might never have died, and you might not have been taken. Then again, who knows what Moriarty would have done. Needless to say I did climb into the car. That fact can't be changed.

A visual representation of the US's new unemployment claims over the years, for better context of the past month.