#ftm john

[karkatshell]

metamorphosis

[trashbag-baby666]

My brain is staring at ftm!john smut so…

John’s off of work one night before Gale is. He sits around for a while watching tv trying to fill his time before Gale gets home.

After he’s watched three straight episodes of his show he’s exhaustingly board. So he succumbs to the horny part of his brain and pushes himself up off the couch and finds his way to their bed. He digs through the bedside drawer till he finds the ~rose toy~ naturally tugging down his briefs and sweats and kicking them out of the bed. He spits in his hand and slicks his hand between his folds finding the folder on his phone of Gale. He taps on the most recent photo, Gale stood in the mirror with his wife beater on, his arms toned and tanned from hours under the sun working construction.

John bit down on his lip as he turned on a low pulsating setting and brought the toy to his clit. He scrolled a couple photos in to a photo of them sitting infront of a mirror, John sat on Gales cock. John clicked the vibrator up another click as he scrolled to a video of him bent over, Gale thrusting into him from behind. Buck, Buck, oh god. John whimpered in the video, he blushed at his own sounds. He dug his toes into the sheets, his knees falling further apart as the suction increased with another click. John let out a small whimper and arched his back, pressing his mound into the rose.

John scrolled up to the top of the album and scrolled through the photos of Gales thick, plush pink cock. John pressed the rose against his palm as he pushed two fingers inside himself. He felt the slight stretch in pleasure as he began pumping his fingers in and out. The rose rocking against his enlarged clit, John turned his head into the pillow, “Buck, oh god, Buck.”

What John didn’t hear was Gale coming home, his keys in the door, him sliding his boots off, him calling out for him.

John’s head in the clouds and vision whiting out as he stretched a third finger into his soaking cunt.

“Oh, baby,” Gale stood against the doorframe, his hands crossed over his chest. John opened his eyes, wracking one of his knees inward to see Gale in the doorway.

“Please,” John whines, he doesn’t have time to be embarrassed about the position Gale caught him in. The blonde is shucks his dirtied work pants and shirt, coming over to the bed and tossing the blankets off John’s legs. He gently pulls the rose from between John’s folds with a pop his fingers coming out of him next as he sits up and lets Gale slide in behind him. He leans back into his warm chest, spreading his legs as Gale sunk the rose back onto John’s clit.

“Oh,” John hiccuped, turning his head into Gales neck, pressing his forehead into him.

“Do you want my fingers?” Gale murmured into him, feeling the nod of John’s curls against his chin. Gale trailed his hand down Johns side, rubbing his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. He plunged two fingers inside John, curving and hitting his sweet spot immediately.

“Gale,” John keened pushing his hips forward into him. Gale turned the vibrator to a higher setting, instantly sending him pouring over. He clenched around Gales fingers as he gushed out an orgasm, Gale’s hand dripping in his slick.

John’s hips fought against the toy, pressing his clit further into the suction. John let out a cry into Gales neck, hips wriggling and fighting. “Think you can give me another one?”

“Mhm,” Johns eyes clenched shut as he tried to sit himself still against Gale, his fingers still deep inside, “Anything for you.”

[mystery-deer]

There's antimony, arsenic...

  "John I need the...the thing." John looked up wearily from the book he was reading to see his flatmate leaning against the doorframe to his room, her eyes struggling to stay open and her clothes hanging off of her, giving her a slovenly look.

  "The thing? What thing? Are you drunk or high right now?" He really hoped it was the former, he didn't think he could deal with her being high after such a long time. 

 "Drunk, with Lestrade. I need the thing John." John sighed heavily, standing up and gently pushing her backwards, which, to his surprise, led to her falling over like a pile of bricks. "Ow, why?"

  "Sorry, I didn't think that you would....up we go, to the couch." He slung one of her arms over his shoulder and struggled to lift her up and drag her over to the couch. Sherlock moaned about the 'thing' she needed again and John rolled his eyes, dumping her onto the couch. "What thing?"

  "It's a....a bright thing. A....it's....John I really need it." John glanced longingly at his room, he could almost feel the cool pillow pressed against his cheek. "Jooohn."

  "Sherlock I haven't the faintest clue what you're talking about."

  "Sing the song."

  "What so- no, no Sherlock I am not going through this with you again."

  "But John-"

  "You may be a genius but I can't remember anything past Uranium."

  "Europium is next."

  "Great, cheers."

  "OH there's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium..."

  "NO! Sherlock don't you dare!"

  "And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium..." John listened in horror as Sherlock began to sing that infernal song once again, protesting every time she stopped to take a breath (which she ignored) until finally she stopped. "I figured it out."

  "What?" Asked John from his position face down on the floor.

 "Mercury, molybdenum, Magnesium. I need Magnesium!" Sherlock exclaimed, delighted, as she went over to her desk where she kept all of her materials, digging around draw after draw looking for magnesium.

 John watched in shocked silence for a moment before blinking slowly and standing, making his way back to his room. "Great, Sherlock?"   "Hm?" She replied, already lighting a Bunsen burner.

  "Next time just write it down."

[mystery-deer]

   They met every day after school in the chemistry room. Sherlock was always there first, waiting impatiently for John.

   They were both there for different reasons, but they were surprised to find out they got along well. They weren't technically allowed to be there but Mrs.Hudson had found them in there so many times after school hours that she had given up chasing them out and just let them stay until the janitors came to clean.

  Sherlock huffed when John stumbled into the room trying to balance six books in his arms. "You're late." He grumbled. John set down his books and let out a sigh, rolling his eyes and sitting next to the other boy.

  "Yeah, I needed to get books for science."

  "You don't need books for science." John tilted his head and smirked.

  "Because I have you?" He asked, Sherlock snorted and looked down at his homework sheet.

  "No, because there's a thing called the internet that you know how to use." His eyes narrowed in confusion when John laughed. "What?" He asked in a defensive tone, so used to people laughing at him for everything. His gender, his looks, the way he rambled on and on whenever someone asked him a simple question or even when he wasn't asked one...

  "You're funny." He smiled when he said it, a warm smile that made his eyes light up. Sherlock felt a tiny bit of himself warm up, he and John had been coming here together a lot but something felt different this time. They stared at each other for a moment before John blurted out, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

  Sherlock blinked, taking a moment to recover. "Really John? What a boring question." John rolled his eyes.

  "Just answer it smart guy." Sherlock thought about it for a moment.

  "A policeman or a scientist."

  "I want to be in the army...or maybe I'll be a doctor. Hey! If I'm a doctor and you're a scientist we could work together." Sherlock laughed. "I'm serious, you make the medicine and I give it out."

  "I don't work well with people, it's on my report card." John snorted and Sherlock chuckled, within minutes they were both grinning and bursting into laughter as soon as the other one stopped. Their laughter echoed in the empty room, making it sound louder and more permanent. For a moment they each stopped to think.

                                      I don't want this to end.

                                 I want to stay like this with you.

  When they calmed down John sighed contently, smiling as he began to talk again. "We'll start our own business, for people like us. People who can't afford yearly checkups, people who are down and out, people who the big fancy doctors don't care about. Those are the people we'll help."

  Sherlock watched as John spoke with quiet intensity, feeling his heart start to beat a little faster. "I'd like that." He said, his voice nearly a whisper.

  The two locked eyes for a moment and it felt like time was standing still. Everything had stopped, even their breath. The only thing that continued to move was their hearts, which seemed to be trying to escape their chests.

                           I want to keep talking with you

                         I want to keep laughing with you 

  John turned away first, laughing softly and opening his science notebook. "So...do you have the answer to question five?"

                                       Forever.

[mystery-deer]

Sherlock drummed her fingers against the table as she read an article in the paper about a jewel she had recovered, frowning at how many times the reporter had addressed her as "he" and "the young man." She eventually got sick of it and began to tear the paper to shreds, muttering about how ignorant people were.

  John came into the flat, back from buying groceries and peeked his head inside Sherlock's room, a place he tried with all his might to stay away from. It smelled strongly of smoke and chemicals and he was positive he heard something growl at him one time. "Is that the paper? I was going to read that!" Sherlock made a humming sound that sounded like a short question. "If this is for an experiment why not use regular paper?"

    "Newspaper paper is different from regular paper and this isn't for an experiment." John raised an eyebrow and after making sure nothing would try to attack him he leaned against the doorframe. Sherlock glanced at him as she dumped the shreds of paper unceremoniously on the floor. "If you must know there was an article about a dashing man who returned a missing jewel in it." John looked confused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing.

   "But you and I were the ones who...oh." Sherlock looked away as John's face fell. "Oh Sherlock I'm so sorry.." She shrugged half-heartedly.

   "It's not that bad, no one reads the newspapers anyway." They both knew she didn't mean it and John marched across the room to wrap his friend in a bear hug. Sherlock protested softly but hugged him back, falling quiet after awhile. They both listened to the sounds of the flat, the people shouting upstairs and the cars honking outside. Somewhere in Sherlock's room something rustled and John placed his feet firmly on the bed.

   "Your room is disgusting." Sherlock chuckled but wiped away a tear that had snuck down her cheek. "I'm going to write my own article about you." She didn't reply but John didn't mind, rubbing her back in circles. "It's going to be ten times better than that newspaper one and it's going to let everyone who reads it know what an intelligent and beautiful and accomplished and absolutely mad woman you are." Sherlock smiled thinly at that and John knew that she was going to be okay.

   They spent the rest of the evening bad mouthing the reporter online and writing a new article about the stolen jewel's recovery (John wrote and Sherlock commented and pointed out errors in his work.) By the end of the day were both snickering and eating chips and discussing their next job, the newspaper article's remains burning into soot in the fireplace.

[corrodedbattery]

so sherlock would be very stern about john not wearing his binder too long, and i bet playing rugby with a bound chest is not good? so with some stern words to the teammates he goes back to wearing a couple of sports bras for training, but insists on binders for games. another team finds out about john, and some things are said, but then they all mYsTeRiOuSlY start the game with blacking eyes and bruising here and there and john laughs and tells his team not to treat him like a fucking princess.

!!!!!!