Dream Kissing Sherlock...Or Not? by Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1856
Modern/Victorian. John may or may not have travelled in time and met a man claiming to be Sherlock Holmes
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Dream Kissing Sherlock...Or Not? by Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1856
Modern/Victorian. John may or may not have travelled in time and met a man claiming to be Sherlock Holmes

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Photographic Evidence by Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1821
Holmes encounters a suggestive photograph of Watson in uniform
What Really Happened... by Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1818
Set within the framework of the ACD story 'The Adventure of the Empty House'. What happens after Watson faints.
Working Relationship by Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1657
ACD, victorian. Holmes and Watson, a bit over a year after Holmes' return from his supposed death at the Reichenbach Fall
Watson To The Rescue? by JaneTurenne, Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1496

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Accidents Will Happen by Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1384 (ACD/Victorian recs)
New Neighbours by Random_Nexus
Johnlock Love Letters #1400 (ACD/Victorian recs)
Sherlock
The most fascinating and bizarre creature in Johnâs life moved his hips forward, sliding his cock through the cradle of his loosely-cupped left hand and slowly, steadily, pushed himself into the cake. The cake buckled a little, icing squelching out a bit from between the layers, and more icing squeezed up between the fingers of his bracing hand on the other side as he had to keep the cake from scooting away. âOhh⌠cold,â breathed Sherlock, as if heâd been expecting something else, perhaps. John wanted to ask what it felt like, but then heâd want to know why. Why, why, why was Sherlock doing this? Was this why girlfriends âwerenât his areaâ? Why he was âmarried to his workâ? Because he kept a mistress on the side that he could purchase from the bakery whenever the mood struck him? How did one develop an âerotic attraction for baked goodsâ in the first place? How would it taste to lick that icing off of Sherlockâs warm, hard cock? No, no, more than a bit not good! --Fucking Cake, by (AO3)Random_Nexus, (John/Sherlock)