#i've been shafted in the past so i don't ask for anything because clearly my prompts suck lol

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I saw on your blog somewhere that you would have liked to prompt for 221b consolation, what prompt/prompts would you want written?

(UGGGGHHH I accidentally refreshed this window before posting so I lost everything I originally had written, so I’m just… kind of cutting down what I initially wrote and trying to remember what I wrote.)

Hey Nonny!

Oh, I’m not expecting anything at all, and no obligation.  My prompts are more.. snippets of stuff more tuned for longer fics, I think, which is why I don’t usually ever ask because I can’t ask anyone to devote time like that for me. I used to rec the same things because I like seeing other authors’ interpretations of my requests, LOL.

John’s dog tags, I love having them as a symbolic interpretation of John in stories, and there’s far too little of them: Sherlock wears John’s dog tags after finding them in a box John brought over when he first moved in. Naturally, while John is out getting the rest of his stuff, Curious / nosy Sherlock looks through the box and it’s all his army memorabilia (minus his gun of course, to Sherlock’s annoyance) and inside is John’s dog tags. Sherlock nicks them because they intrigue him at first, knowing that he can find out a lot about John just from the numbers on the tags. He takes to wearing them over time as he grows closer to John, and John finds out one day when Sherlock is injured on a case and they slip out of his shirt. Instead of getting angry, because John thought he lost the tags in the move, he’s intrigued and shocked: “Why do you wear those, then?” “Because it helps me feel safe. I always feel safe with you around John.” And so on. Yeah, I’m a sucker for tear jerking, tooth-rotting confessions.

Lingerie. I like people other than me in lingerie, and I love how authors describe people in lingerie. 

Sherlock and Molly have a girls’ night in the morgue one night, chatting about the boys they like, Molly about the new EMT and Sherlock about John, obviously. They’ve grown closer since Molly stopped pining over Sherlock, and they become each other’s cheerleaders to confessing / asking out their prospective beaus. I just really like the idea of Sherlock FINALLY feeling like he can talk about his affections openly. “But he’ll never love me, he’s not gay” and Molly’s like “you really are thick when it comes to John, aren’t you?” and Sherlock is all like ??? and Molly is like, “you don’t see the way he looks at you, Sherlock. Like a kid in a candy store (or something more lewd, LOL, I’m not good at dirty euphemisms)”. You know how it ends lol.

For-A-Case from Sherlock’s POV. I only know of two fics that are as such, otherwise they’re ALWAYS from John’s POV. And I get it, but I always wonder if Sherlock knows what he’s doing. So like, for me he knows he’s being manipulative, but he’s SO desperate for whatever he can get from John, that he’ll purposely take a case that requires them to be a couple. Eventually he breaks because it hurts too much, and confesses to John, John then admits OMG ME TOO, and then they get together.

Soft and pining Sherlock and BAMF! John. I just, UGH I love this dynamic and I love confident John when he knows he’s flustered Sherlock.

Anything fluffy, really. Bedsharing and the like.

I’m a woman of simple tastes. I have more but I can’t remember them right now because they’re mixed up with fics I want to write myself, LOL.

[sofreddie]

Scent From Above 3

Summary: Quarantine strikes and the wait to see each other grows.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Heat/Rut Toys

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Quarantine AU ?, Heat, Smut (Mutual Masterbation, Use of sex toys), Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,242

A/N: So I was looking at the story and my @spnabobingo squares and 'Quarantine' - NOT a square - actually gave me a really good catalyst to tie different prompts together. So that's how that happened! This smut was a little different for me because I feel like it's kink-ier than anything I've written.

Part 2

It had been a long month of phone calls and video chat between Y/N and Jensen. They hadn't managed to coordinate seeing each other after their initial weekend. Now it seemed the wait to see one another would be even longer. The whole world was on global lockdown for quarantine.

"This sucks," she whined at her laptop, Jensen's face filling the screen for their latest video call, "I was really hoping you'd be able to help me through my heat again," she admitted, wincing at the cramps that had been growing in intensity since that morning, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, 'Mega," he whined in response, "Your shirt has lost its smell," he pouted, showing her the cloth dangling in his hand.

"Yours too," she admitted, looking at the said shirt that was draped over the pillow beside her in bed. She winced once more, a hiss slipping past her lips as she failed to hide the pain from her now very worried Alpha. It took her a while to catch up, but she finally caught on that he wasn't going anywhere and that he was serious about her, about them.

If she had let him claim her, they could be together right now.

"How bad is it, Baby?" his worry grew as he noticed the physical toll her heat was taking.

"It's not great," she admitted, "But it's not too bad. I have toys to help me."

There was a long silence between them before Jensen sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and released it with a pop.

"Toys, huh?"

The boyish and charming Jensen faded away as her Alpha came to the front. His eyes darkened and she could practically see the thoughts processing in his mind.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, biting her lip and blushing hard.

"Show me."

His tone had her shivering and she nodded as she went to retrieve the small box from under her bed. She sat on the bed, the unopened box in front of her and looked to Jensen hesitantly.

"No, Omega," he shook his head, his Alpha tone coming forth to command her attention, "Show me."

She felt nervous yet empowered over the reaction he was having and she wasn't even touching him. She nodded once more, before removing all of her clothes and getting comfortable on the bed. She laid the toys out beside her within easy reach.

She positioned the laptop on the bed so they could see each other and leave her the use of her hands.

"So beautiful 'Mega," Jensen breathed out as his eyes looked over her body hungrily. He was disappointed to see all his love bites and marks had faded to nothing in their time apart. He forced back the choked whine in his throat and forced himself to focus on her.

"Alpha," she moaned, running her hands over her body teasingly. She had shown him her small collection of toys. She had a regular vibrating dildo, a special knotting dildo, and a vibrating wand. They had served her well in her past heats.

"Spread your pussy for me, Baby. Let me see how wet you are."

She reached down with one hand and spread her lower lips open, exposing herself completely to him.

"Use your other hand and rub your clit," he guided her, his eyes locked in fascination and need. She keened as she touched her clit, the nub swollen and aching. Jensen licked his lips, desperate for a taste.

Catching it, she decided to tease him, gathering a little slick on her finger before bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean. Jensen's eyes followed her every movement. He growled when she sucked her finger, hastily undoing his jeans to get at his rapidly swelling cock.

"Fuck, Jay," she whined hungrily as her eyes settled on his exposed cock. His hand wrapped around the thick shaft, sliding up and down. She rubbed her clit in time with his slow strokes, feeling the fire and desperation build within her.

"Use the wand," he huffed, watching as she turned it on and brought it to her folds. She gasped as the vibrations coursed through her. He continued guiding her until the wand was on its highest setting, driving her right up to the edge and over.

Jensen squeezed the base of his dick, not wanting to come yet. He wasn't done with her.

"Now the dildo," he groaned as she came down from her high, "The one with the k-knot," he stuttered, watching as she switched out the toys and spread her lips once more.

She was glistening with slick, a bit dripping out of her hole and down the crack of her ass. Jensen wanted so badly to lick up the path, gather the slick on his tongue.

"Feels so good, Alpha," she moaned, lost in the bliss and forgetting her bashfulness. She slid the toy inside herself to the base, Jensen letting a soft curse at seeing her stuffed and stretched around it.

"Yeah, that's right," Jensen began stroking his cock once more as she thrusted the toy in and out of herself, "Fuck yourself, Omega. Imagine its my dick in you," he huffed, stroking in time with her thrusts, speeding up at she did, and realizing she was skillfully guiding this whole endeavor.

"Gonna come, Alpha," she whined in desperation, "Come with me," she pleaded.

"Wanna fucking knot you," he growled through clenched teeth, feeling his knot starting to expand. Jensen quickly tore his belt from the loops and and bit down on it, his urge to claim overwhelming him once more.

It had never been a thing with anyone ever before.

He was pretty sure it'd always be there with her.

He clutched his knot with his other hand, watching as she hit the button to set off the inflatable knot on the toy. She wailed as her climax crashed into her. He called out her name as he came, his knot popping and quickly deflating with nothing to lock onto.

Once they calmed, and the urges subsided, they cleaned up. Y/N dressed in clean panties and a tank top, too warm from her heat to want much else.

"When this is all over," Jensen said, gesturing vaguely to the world around them, "I'm coming straight to you," he swore, "I want to claim you, Y/N. I want you with me. Especially now that everything seems like it's going crazy…"

"I know," she admitted, "I've been stuck at home alone. No people. I don't even own a pet," she huffed a laugh, "Though Fred and I are making fast friends," she added with a chuckle.

Jensen felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. Who the fuck was Fred?

"Who?" he managed to ask in a calm, yet clearly confused tone.

"Oh! My succulent," she smiled, showing him the potted plant, "Only other living thing around here besides me."

Jensen appeared to melt as he visibly relaxed and Y/N laughed harder. He shook his head and huffed a laugh.

"This sucks."

"It really does," she easily agreed.

"Soon," he promised, "Someway, somehow." She yawned and he chuckled. Her heat was hard on her and after that orgasm, he was pretty sure she was tired. He could use a little sleep too if he were being honest.

"Soon," she acknowledged, blowing him a kiss before ending the call and settling in for some much needed rest.

PART 4

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings