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Oh, look. THE PROMISED SEQUEL. Ask and YOU SHALL RECEIVE, FANDOM :D

Also, I clearly need to invest some time in finding Holmes icons.


Title: A Study in the Art of Proper Reciprocation
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: This is the immediate sequel to Things That Bear Repeating. If you would like to read this without reading that, all you need to know is this: in that fic, Holmes falls in the Thames on a case and nearly dies, and Watson gives him a lecture on the value of his life. Uh...involving his dick.
Summary: Holmes wakes to a mystery that is a decided pleasure to solve.

( It is the natural instinct of man, upon waking, to open his eyes and determine his surroundings. )

Dear Campus Internet,

Look, I promise not to READ that porn I wrote last night. I just want to answer the awesome comments people left for me. They made my Monday so much better, Campus Internet; I just want to say thanks, NO PORN INVOLVED. If I decide to read the porn, I will pull up the copy I saved on my hard drive. Or, you know, REMEMBER WRITING IT.

Sdfkskdmdk,
Me

--

Dear Stomach,

Now you're hungry? Now? We drove past 15 decent places to get food on the way here and you were all "No, no no, don't even think about it, that is a horrifyingly bad idea." Now my options are cafeteria food and vending machine fare, so you are just going to have to wait.

I hope this teaches you a lesson about the consequences of being a whiny bitch.

This is indeed what my middle finger looks like,
Me

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Dear Professor,

I cannot tell you how irritating I find it that you make attendance for this class compulsory when ALL YOU DO is read the online book notes word for fucking word. So no, I don't feel guilty about using your class to read and write fanfiction. In fact, it is your fault.

Try some original content,
Me

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Dear Sherlock Holmes,

WOW, YOU REALLY MAKE A MESS OF THINGS WHEN YOU MOVE INTO SOMEONE'S BRAIN, DON'T YOU. It's pretty adorable, actually. Don't stop.

I love you allllmost as much as Watson does,
Me

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Dear Robert Downey Jr., Jude Law, and niagarawoman,

Okay, guys. I work at a law office. At law offices, there are documents called requests for proposal, abbreviated to RFPs. Today, I was told that I get the lovely task of editing, reformatting and processing an entire host of these things. This in and of itself is not a problem; I am more than happy to do the job for which they pay me.

NO, THE PROBLEM IS HOW MANY QUESTIONS I ASKED MY BOSSES TODAY ABOUT RPF BY MISTAKE. Thank god they don't know what that means; I nearly died of embarrassment the first time and then COULD NOT STOP DOING IT. ARGH.

...But reading that story was still totally worth it,
Me

So...tired...but...must...post...library...sex....

Title: Top to Bottom
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Peter (implied Neal/Peter/El)
Spoilers: Nope nope, villain of the week is entirely made up.
Warnings: Defiling of a library?
Wordcount: 2351
Summary: Neal Caffrey doesn't place bets without knowing the odds.
A/N: Apologies in advance if I wake up tomorrow morning, am ASHAMED of the horrible pun that is the title of this fic, and change it. FAIR WARNING.

( Top to Bottom )

Title: Earned (Or: That One Time With the Taxi)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Neal, offscreen OT3
Spoilers: Yeah, through the end of the season.
Warnings: Some D/s dynamic.
Author's Note: Written for hoosierbitch's post seeking more porn! Man, did everyone provide. I've been writing a ton of comment!fic this week, I'm gonna post all the drabbles here later, but this one ended up being 1200 words long, so it gets its own post.
Summary: "This is stupid," Neal says, and he's right, he's beyond right, but Peter doesn't care; he's been waiting long enough, now.

( Earned )

I was fooling around on the kinkmeme (NOT, as I mistakenly called it in a conversation earlier, the KINMEME, which would be a different meme indeed) yesterday, and I came across a lovely prompt. Anon asked for something involving my favorite OT3 and backpalming or cup-and-balling, a la the hilarious webcast with Tim and Matt.

So! I started this there, and then it turned out to be the morning!sex mentioned in Another Saturday Night. Like that story, this can be read alone, but they are both technically part of the Captain Americaverse.

So: THANKS ANON. YOU'RE AWESOME, WHOEVER YOU ARE.

Title: Dice or No Dice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Peter/El
Warnings: Be warned: this is some dirty porn. Fingering, anal sex.
Spoilers : Nope.
Author's Note: Though it can be read alone, this is the immediate prequel to Another Saturday Night; specifically, this is the sex they had that morning.
Summary: Neal's had to abandon the use of many of his more specialized skills; he'll be damned if he abandons this one.

( Dice or No Dice )

So! I accidentally wrote 4500 words of White Collar porn! I'm going to go ahead and keep blaming purple_chalk. And now it's here for you, in all it's totally porntastic glory. Happy...Thursday?

Title: The Right Way to Ruin a Suit
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Peter/El
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: Spanking, handcuffs. Some D/s dynamic. Also, it's definitely earned that NC-17 rating.
Word Count: ~4500
Author's Note: You asked for it, snegurochka_lee. I hope it's to your liking!
Summary: Peter's right; Neal really does wear too many goddamn clothes.

( The Right Way to Ruin a Suit )