An Experiment (Johnlock Smut)

An Experiment (Johnlock Smut)

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thesmut_critic By thesmut_critic Updated Dec 02, 2014

John was sitting across the room, typing at his laptop. Sherlock sat on the couch, bored out of his mind. He had nothing interesting to do. His gun for the face on the wall was in his room, and he doubted neither Mrs. Hudson nor John would go fetch it for him. John continued to type. Sherlock sighed, flopping over, sprawling on the too small couch. He. Was. Bored. He needed an experiment. Better yet, he needed a case, but odds of that were not in his favour. He considered going to the morgue, but it was closed and breaking in seemed much too dull. He needed more excitement, something new, something he hadn't done already, something-He rolled his head over towards John. Oh. Oh how new. How curious. Interesting? Yes. Exciting? Most probable. Valuable results? Oh, yes. He rolled back over to look at the ceiling forming a quick plan.

He was positive the blogger would go for it. Because, after all, no amount of girlfriends could make up for the fact that Watson was there for Sherlock, 24/7...

Mrs Hudson down stairs: oh I'm going to be rich by tomorrow with all the bets I have just won.
Imagine dying only to have Sherlock Holmes stick his finger up your ass
LLheyyy LLheyyy Aug 11
hey lil mama lemme whisper in ur ear
                              
                              tell ya something u might liek to hear
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                               
                              
                              it's free real estate
It's fine. Dean's in purgatory and Sam brought his wifi to hell. I'm friends with Luci and Crowley
LLheyyy LLheyyy Aug 11
I want Mrs. Hudson barging in so badly. Like, "John, you said you weren't gay."
My eyes are weird like Sherlock's. They're a strange mix of blue and gray. They're so pale, they almost look fully gray 🙃