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［johnlock] Punishment for holding urine

35 year old John x 14 year old Sherlock

8:30

Sherlock crawls out from the warmth of his comforter, he gives a quiet kiss to the doctor sleeping next to him, and then docilely puts on his white fuzzy ball slippers and gets ready to go wash up.

His belly was slightly bulging, it must have been from too many drinks last night. "Well ...... so bad I need to go to the bathroom oh", Sherlock whispered, rubbing his stomach.

John quickly got up and stood in front of the mirror with Sherlock, the man didn't resist rubbing his hand through Sherlock's curls as he saw them stay messy on his head, when they were done with that he said to Sherlock, "I need to use the restroom, you want to pee first?"

"I ........." Sherlock nodded with wide eyes, then shook his head, "That ...... John ...... doesn't need it for a while! I'll go make you some tea!" He ran out of the bathroom, Sherlock couldn't imagine what it would be like for him to go to the bathroom with John ...... , that must be so humiliating! He had seen John's penis, it was much bigger than Sherlock's ...... That one could even be used as a weapon ......... Sherlock was a little afraid to take off his pants in front of John.

8:45

The boy looked down at the tea filling the cups, the sound of the water running made him unconsciously clamp his legs together, by the time the two cups of tea were brought to the table, Sherlock had felt the soreness in his abdomen tingling his nerves, well ...... if he had known that just now with John ...... that way he could have stood comfortably now and made tea for John instead of secretly clenching his legs ......

Early ...... had known that I would not drink so much water at night! John was right about drinking less water before going to bed and all that! He watched as John quickly took the tea into his mouth before the man looked at himself quizzically.

"Oh Sherlock, why are you being so good today?" John picked up a cup of tea and sat down next to the boy, "Thanks for such a thoughtful tea, won't you have some?"

"That, John, I'm a bit tempted ........."

"Well, isn't your little tummy hungry already!" John jokingly rubbed the boy's belly a couple times, the action made Sherlock's face roll up and he curled up against the couch, letting out a soft "hmmm" as the boy still burrowed into the doctor's arms, "I love the breakfast you made. "

"Maybe I should make some milk cereal, you're still growing, aren't you?" John kissed Sherlock on the forehead, he walked to the kitchen and poured down most of a 1L carton of milk, Sherlock swallowed hard, that much milk would make his stomach explode! He had to go to the bathroom ......

8:55

The boy went to the bathroom door and twisted it, the handle didn't respond, he tried harder and again, the handle fell right off the door, Sherlock's thighs began to shake and he felt like he was going to have to hold it in.

It suddenly occurred to Sherlock that yelling and screaming was not standard for a good boy, he was afraid that John would be angry so the boy quietly hid the broken handle behind the couch, he sat down painfully and the male watched as John brought in a large bowl of milk cereal, "John, are we going to eat these?"

This was way too much, Sherlock usually only ate a small bowl and this was definitely 5 times the usual amount.

"What? These are for you, listen, you're still growing." John shoved the spoon into Sherlock's hand, "I'll watch you eat it all, okay?"

John had always been a very nice man, but he would always show this look that scared Sherlock, making the boy think that when he really did something wrong, John would surely leave him ......! He couldn't let John down ......

Sherlock began to take big gulps of the milk cereal into his mouth, and with each sip he could clearly feel how such warm and sticky milk cereal was sliding into his body, and how quickly the liquid was building up in his bladder, and from time to time he shifted his hips a little bit in his chair so as to relieve the pressure on his bladder.

There was just so much moisture going into the boy's body that all of his attention was focused on his lower body, completely oblivious to what John was talking about.

9:10

"Okay Sherlock?" said John taking away the bottomed cereal bowl.

"What ...... I just, didn't hear." He contracted his abdomen, feeling really uncomfortable sitting in his chair, and stood up to listen to John.

"I said our landlady asked me to go to the grocery store to pick up some things for when she gets home in the evening, would you like to come along?"

"I ......" Sherlock's abdomen bulged outwards and he felt his eyes start to moisten, he had to ...... drain these... ...This is just too much ......

"Are you uncomfortable, dear?"

"My eyes are just a little dry ......" Sherlock looked around, no, he could never accept to find a bottle or something, it's what rude people do! But why was the toilet door ...... suddenly broken?

"John, I want to go with you." He grabbed the doctor's pants leg and tried to clench his legs.

The man wrapped Sherlock into his arms, "Great, you've been doing nothing but going to school and being a guinea pig at home lately, it's about time we got out of the house."

John's thighs squeezed Sherlock's stomach and the boy unconsciously pressed himself against the man's legs even though it put more pressure on his bladder, the subtle sensation made Sherlock's ears go completely red and he felt his body start to heat up, kind of wanting John to hold him for a little while longer ......

"John ......" he spoke, burying his face in the man's abdomen.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." The boy thought to himself, I like you, I really hope you like me too ...... But ......Sherlock just wanted to go to the bathroom now ! He felt his pants start to get wet, and he might not be able to control himself at any moment ......

"We'll be ready to go as soon as you get changed."

9:20

The boy walked into the bedroom and he flopped down on the bed, imagining that the big pillow in his arms was John's body, and God ...... it felt so good to have him pressed against his belly like this ......Sherlock squirmed a little, and the stimulation from the pillow made him shiver up, God .........Sherlock really wanted to just rub the pillow until he came! The subtle sensation made him close his eyes.

"Sherlock, are you changed?" John suddenly opened the door to his room, "Is my lad sleepy again?"

He came to the bed and saw Sherlock lying on his pillow, gosh ......Sherlock was still wearing his white one-piece plush pajamas, he looked so much like a soft little lamb, John hugged Sherlock's body and kissed the back of his head, "Who's the kid so cute?"

A small part of the man's weight pressed down on Sherlock, the irritation of his bladder filled the corners of his eyes with tears, it was a little hard ......But ...... so strange ......Why is this so Comfortable ......Sherlock hugged the pillow a little tighter as he began to imagine Dr. Waston and himself having sex, the thought made him even more sensitive, his poor cock was completely hard and was now resting against the pillow, the tip of it constantly oozing fluid.

John stopped thrashing around, "I think Mrs. Hudson will be pissed if she doesn't see those vegetables when she gets home."

The boy fell to his knees on his stomach, his face and body were hot, he craved John's touch, damn it! If only he were an adult, then he could lure John into bed with himself! He could make a lot of things legal, Sherlock began to complain that he had been born too late, so late that John could only think of him as a very stupid schoolboy ...... In fact ...... he was fourteen years old!

9:30

Sherlock finally decided to put on his little black trench coat ...... God ...... I wish he could grow taller later on, he looked like such a dork in this outfit ......! He changed his shoes and took John's hand, "Well, let's go."

Sherlock was always pretending ...... In fact, he could fix that damn door handle in less than a minute, and what would be the result of that?John looked at the child genius fiddling with his toolbox, and he would choose to send Sherlock back to Mycroft. In fact, in the matter of making tea, he could have done it perfectly the first time too, but Sherlock intentionally made the tea a little bitter this time, but each time better than the last, so that he would get a pleased smile from John and an encouraging kiss on the cheek ......... ...Sherlock knew he was bad! But it couldn't be helped, John loved these little kids who didn't look smart, what did he call it, "cute", yes, Sherlock even infantilized his age for this reason, and with his stunted body, he looked totally elementary.

9:45

They walked hand in hand into the supermarket and Sherlock suddenly stopped in his tracks, having ...... a bit of a hard time holding back ...... He shook John's arm and blurted out the truth: "I need to go to the bathroom, John ......"

"What? No bathroom breaks at home?" He looked at the sign, the restroom was probably on the third floor.

"Because the doorknob is broken ......"

"Why didn't you tell me? You're such an idiot ......"

9:55

Sherlock's eyes were already tearing up when they saw the bathroom, a sign on the door saying "under repair, no entry" John leaned down and looked at the boy, "in a hurry?"

"No ...... just a little bit anxious, I'm perfectly capable of waiting until I get home ......"

"Uh, well, let's hurry up and finish shopping and get home?"

Sherlock nodded, he was about to break down, the boy's whole body was pushing now, he was afraid that he would suddenly pee his pants in front of John, then ......John would surely send himself away ......!

10:10

With every step, Sherlock's bladder felt like a container about to break, the tea made the milk form urine faster, and all he could do was carefully hold John's hand and hope it would be over soon ......

"Are you okay?" John half squatted and looked at Sherlock's little face, "You're lying to me? You've actually been holding your pee for a long time?"

Sherlock immediately shook her head, "Absolutely not."

"Just lied to me." He quickly checked out at the register and without a word led the boy back to 221B.

10:15

"Stand by the couch, Sherlock," John said as he placed the food he had bought in the kitchen, "I'll fix the door handle, but need you to reflect on why you lied to me, nod when you hear me."

Sherlock nodded carefully, John looked totally pissed off and the boy didn't know what to do, the fear that he would be kicked out of John's house made his whole body shake in small tremors.

"Stay down, no getting up without my permission."

John suddenly blurted out, his face instantly cold, "You do realize that cheating on me will get you punished, don't you?"

A tear squeezed out of the corner of Sherlock's eye, he was having such a hard time and John wanted to punish him, Sherlock hated John now!

He did as he was told and slowly squatted down, a position that immediately caused him to let out a small whimper ...... His fluid filled abdomen was severely squeezed and his cock hardened once more, the squatting position irritated Sherlock to the point where his eyes reddened, "Please, John! " he saw the man handle the bathroom door, so would John let him get up and go to the restroom? Or would ...... it stay that way ...... until night fell ......

No one said anything and Sherlock stayed in this position for 10 minutes, his calves were starting to tingle and his pants were getting a little wet.

10:25

"Stand up." John's expression eases a bit as he installs the new handle, the tools scattered on the floor being kicked aside with his foot, realizing that John is usually a compulsive person who makes sure to keep things neatly arranged.

"Now, step in front of me." His voice remained low.

"Yes, I ...... "Sherlock had just stood up when his body flung itself uncontrollably to the ground, he actually almost fell ......Well, it's a good thing John hugged him ...... Instead of hugging, it was John who came to him, it was Sherlock who hugged John ...... John's hands didn't touch the boy at all.

He was still angry.

"You won't tell me why?"

Sherlock whimpered, "John...... please can you just let me go to the bathroom? I won't lie to you again!"

"No, I want to hear why, why did you do it?"

Sherlock replied in a small voice, "I'm just afraid you'll think I'm a pain in the ass and a liability."

John reluctantly lifted the fabric at the back of Sherlock's neck, Sherlock held his breath as John lifted him up ...... as easily as he would lift a kitten!

The man set him down in the bathroom, "I never thought of it that way ......" he sighed, "We'll discuss all this when you're finished."

10:30

Oh ......Sherlock looked at John, this ...... He was going to be watched by John on the toilet? No, this wasn't allowed, this wouldn't be allowed by Sherlock ......Before he could even open his mouth, John roughly peeled away his pants, "I'm sorry I may have hurt your thighs, but holding it in all the time would be bad for your health... ...Or is that what you want for yourself?" He stared up into Sherlock's eyes, who shook his head hastily.

He was right, Sherlock felt his ears burn along with his neck, he could finally go to the bathroom, it was great ...... except, being watched by John, he couldn't get it up ......

How could this be ......Sherlock was so close to peeing his pants ......His belly was swollen and sore, Sherlock cried out, "John, why... ...I can't right now ......"

John immediately thought, this might be bladder muscle fatigue from holding his urine for too long ...... Oh, how long had Sherlock been holding it in himself anyway? Why hadn't she told him earlier?

"Well, if I rub your little tummy, it might ...... help the bladder muscles relax and maybe hurt a little ......"

He didn't wait for Sherlock to answer, and began massaging the boy's smooth abdominal skin in circular motions with his rough fingers, and Sherlock made an intake of breath.

John's hands caused him to accidentally make a sound of shame and his parting soon raised its head in front of John, Sherlock stared at the floor in embarrassment while John acted as if nothing had happened. By the time the massage had continued to about the fifth minute Sherlock felt a strong urge to pee, "John, I think that's enough, can you get out?"

The man froze for a moment as he hesitantly removed his hand, "Sure, holler at me if anything happens."

10:40

Sherlock breathes a long sigh of relief as he sees the man go out and close the door, and as he prepares to release it, the blood in his body freezes as he once again feels as if he's blocked there ......

"John, please rub my stomach again ......" Sherlock weakly opened the door as he saw John's eyes turn strange, "Sherlock? "

"Oooh ......John...... I can't get it to pee, I ...... seem to only want to pee when you rub my belly ........." he said with tears in his eyes.

"Of course Sherlock," John's hand had a stroke across the boy's hot lower back, then he suddenly gripped it and Sherlock's body tensed, "......John! "

"Yes......... you've had an erection for a long time, haven't you?"

Sherlock nodded, "Well ......... you're making me ...... I'll cum ...... ..."

"And pee." John dropped to his knees, he kissed Sherlock's forehead, "If you hadn't lied to me today, I might have let you release sooner ......... While you were rubbing your bottom on the bed... ...... You think I don't know anything?" John whispered next to the boy's ear.

Sherlock leaned against the wall, he grunted and begged John to go slower, he rarely masturbated and couldn't take the stimulation at all, John stroked the back of the boy's neck, "Behave and I'll make you pee."

As he was about to cum, John plugged the horse's eye with malice, he bit the tip of the boy's nose, "I just said I'd let you pee, I didn't tell you to cum ........."

The boy gasped, "But I won't be able to pee if I don't cum oooooo ...... Please John, let me pee, I ...... I'll promise you anything!"

"Really?"

Sherlock nodded, he couldn't help but wiggle his ass so that his red swollen member continued to pump in and out of the man's hand, the man instantly released his grip and he slapped the end of his cock, "You're a lot of little things."

The boy's thighs began to spasm, the pain making him want it even more.

"How about if you cum, I'll allow you to urinate?"

John seemed like a new man ......... Geez, he carried Sherlock to the bedroom and threw him on the bed, the boy watched in despair as John pulled out a bottle of clear lube, he removed all of Sherlock's clothes and spread the boy's legs with his knees.

Now with his legs in an M-shape, Sherlock raised his chin with difficulty and pleaded with John that he could be allowed to go to the bathroom first, but then he remembered the man's words that he had to orgasm in the back before he could pee in the front ......... What does that mean? If you don't orgasm, you have to hold it in all the time? He began to whimper, why was John doing this to him? Just for cheating? Men used to be gentle, why today suddenly ............

John must not love himself anymore.Sherlock held back his tears and spoke, "It's just ...... whatever you like,"

The man moved over to kiss the curls on his forehead, "I love you so much Sherlock, don't doubt that ...... What do you want me to do now?"

He opened his jeweled eyes again, "I ...... "Sherlock wondered if John was lying as he rolled his head to the side, "I don't want you to touch me!"

John laughed softly, the fine lines at the end of his eyes mesmerized Sherlock once more, now the man was as aroused as he was before a war was fought, his muscles were engorged with blood and there was a noticeable bulge at the crotch of his pants.Sherlock felt like he was going to cum if he looked at him any longer ...... He chose to close his eyes, and just after a mere a second, Sherlock screamed as his cock was inserted into a cold metal object ............ What was that!

"Just afraid you'll be incontinent in the middle of it, Sherlock," John massaged the glistening pink glans in circular motions with his fingers, "You're so pretty ......" Then he lowered his head to lick and messing with Sherlock's poor parting, it was hot and hard and the slit in the urethral plug was still oozing clear liquid, John wrapped his mouth completely around the shaft this time, Sherlock threw her head back and cried out John's name, "No...... uhhh! No ......!"

John played with the soft flesh of the boy's loins as he took the cock in his mouth quickly simulating the motions of intercourse, Sherlock cried out uncontrollably, the horrible stimulation was making his lower half about to explode and he was completely unable to come, the tingling feeling of euphoria was gradually transforming into pain, "I'm . ...I really can't ...... I want to ......"

"You want what?" John lifted his head, the boy's tears had blurred his eyes as his mouth left Sherlock, John quickly withdrew the urethral plug and then took hold of the poor cock with his left hand.

"Well ...... I ...... I want John to make me ......"

"Say it Sherlock......" John leaned down and kissed the corners of Sherlock's mouth, his chin, and finally his forehead, satisfied that he had pressed his cheek against Sherlock's, oh ......Sherlock was just too good to be true......He had never been interested in a boy this young in age before, Sherlock was the first.

Sherlock shook his head as he grabbed the man's neck and awkwardly pressed his lips against John's upper lip, God, John's face still had an unshaven beard, which turned Sherlock on even more, his body trembling for it.John began to move his left hand up and down quickly, Sherlock opened his mouth and moaned as he felt John use his tongue to touching his teeth, soft and gentle, he wanted to do anything for John now.

"Sherlock, tell me what this is?" John suddenly stopped moving his hand, his left hand was soaking wet, he brought it to Sherlock, "Lick it clean."

"This ......," Sherlock sniffed it, it was definitely piss and ...... from too much excitement flowing out of it

He didn't dare think about it anymore, it was so humiliating, John actually told him to lick it clean ......Sherlock's face was lost for the rest of the day, he took back his previous words, Sherlock Homles hated John Waston!!!!

John shoved his finger directly into the boy's mouth and Sherlock let out a "whimper" of protest as he longed for an orgasm, an orgasm from John... ......Why don't you go on... ...?

"Oooh......John...... can...... oooh...... continue? "

"Sure, but I want you to get it out yourself." The man withdrew his hand and he pressed quickly across the front end, Sherlock's legs began to curl up and he covered it with his own hand as John had said, it didn't feel at all as good as John's, "Just ...... can you help me?" He looked at the doctor with pleading eyes.

The man lifted Sherlock up so he was kneeling on the bed with his hands behind his back and then took Sherlock's small hand in his own, the double pressure forced tears from the corners of the boy's eyes once again, John purposely increased the pressure and Sherlock cried out and ejaculated, getting cum all over John's shirt, "I'm sorry ......" he buried his head in the doctor's chest, "Can I be allowed to go to the bathroom now?"

Dr. Waston nodded, but instead of taking Sherlock to the bathroom, he unzipped his own pants, and Sherlock saw the huge monster pop out, in front of him, looking hot enough to fuck himself to death.

He swallowed hard and felt his cock get an erection once more, "I ...... please John, please let me help you ......"

The boy held out his hand and John stopped him, "How are you going to help me?"

Sherlock's eyes widened as he fantasized about John penetrating his back hole, then his eyes began to fill with blood, so big ...... it must be impossible to get in ...... and ...... then What about ...... oral sex? As if ............ his mouth wasn't big enough either ............

The boy was just about to open his mouth when he saw John take his hand and interlock his fingers with his own as he stroked the column with his right hand, biting his lower lip and letting out a moan of satisfaction as he ...... he was just masturbating in front of Sherlock?Sherlock thought the day was going to be a... . sex or something ...... Just, why?

Now was not a good time to ask that question, Sherlock gazed at the fine sunlight covering the man's blonde hair, the graceful curve of his neck was like a perfect sculpture, Sherlock couldn't help but slow down her breathing to admire the movement of John's hands, he looked like he had been holding back for far too long, Sherlock's face reddened once more, all because of herself ......John was all over Sherlock just now, and he, couldn't do anything!!!!

"Sherlock ...... I'm...about to come ...... I was hoping you could help me, okay?" Sherlock took hold of the man's cock, so hot that he jacked it a few times as quickly as John did, a jet of cum sprayed onto the boy's hand and chest, John lowered his head and kissed the boy's forehead, "Thank you Sherlock......I love you! ......"

At the end, Sherlock sat on the toilet for a good 3 minutes before emptying his bladder ...... Well, maybe he'll never lie to John again, who knows?

END

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An illustration for a novel：《The Youtuber Who Raised The Fire Dragon Cub》（ao3）

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[Johnlock]The Youtuber Who Raised The Fire Dragon Cub

a story for Johnlock,use Chinese to translate into English

John, a breeder and youtuber of a pet dragon, spends $100,000 a month on Sherlock, unaware that the dragon secretly transforms into a human form to sleep in his arms every night.  

*

"Sherlock?" Dr. Watson looks dotifully at his family member, a fire dragon the size of a full-grown woman's hand.  

The little creature rolled over in the doctor's palm, its eyes a rare shade of blue, its scales ivory white, and a streak of orange across its back.  

The rare orange rock dragon.  

Quiet most of the time, they are arguably the most clingy dragon species discovered since the 21st century, pouting, flapping their paws on the floor, or nibbling their owners' fingers when they're annoyed.  

"Oh... that was all the fancy advertising for the pet dragon store! Actually, they are cuter than you see!" John smiled contentedly at his phone, as the number of people in the live broadcast room increased by 2,000 immediately after the camera pointed at the little fire dragon! He bent down and kissed the little fire dragon, and the white creature quickly looked up to observe his new owner.  

       “Sherlock…… This is so cute, guys, I'm gonna hold on a second, what... you're scrolling so fast I can't read..." John holds the dragon on his shoulder, scrolling through the comments: "Blogger, I want to know how the mandarin rock dragon feels to the touch" "My God, he's so cute, I suggest you send him to me for a few days!" "Can I see Sherlock's belly?"  

       “OK… I'll answer this one first. How does it feel??" He took the little creature off his shoulder and put it back in his hand. The dragon quickly took hold of John's fingers. It nibbled gently at the doctor's hand.  

“Soooooo Cute!”  

"Please, I'm a student. Send me."  

Sherlock's vertical pupil scans the scrolling bullets from time to time, and he's... bored!  

Number of people in the live studio: 5,000!  

The cat continues to bite John's finger, hoping he'll finish broadcasting and play with him, but John doesn't notice. The man continues, "It feels like a ripe avocado, soft!" He pulls out his finger, "Hey Sherlock, can I touch your tummy?"  

The dragon spit a stream of fire in John's face. The fire was the size of a quail egg. It shot into the air and turned into a fireball.  

"Oh... did you see that! " John picked up Sherlock and held him to his chest. "He's attacking me. It's so cute! "  

John can't remember how many times he's said "cute" and can't resist kissing his dragon again. Sherlock climbs onto the man's shoulder and closes his eyes.  

The scales gradually turn a beige color similar to John's beige sweater. "The mimicry of the dragon... it's really, really amazing. I'm amazed by every change in Sherlock!"  

John looks at Sherlock's paws tightening around his shoulder. Oh... the poor thing must be tired!  

"Sorry everyone, I'm off the air now, see you tomorrow!" He didn't have time to watch the barrages, so he turned off his phone.  

* Please provide the following information in English:  

"Sherlock, Sherlock! Let Daddy kiss your tail!" John grabs the baby and takes it into the bedroom. He holds the baby and lays down on the bed.  

"Mmmmm..." John kissed his dragon three times. He was so soft and sweet!John didn't know how he did it. He rolled on the bed, his dragon looking at him helplessly.  

God...John, this guy is a real psycho.  

Sherlock rubbed his paws together. If it weren't for his need for food and shelter, he would have killed this guy!  

But...the dragon is afraid of the cold, and the evil man doesn't have the money to pay the heating bill, so he has to turn into a human form and snuggle into a man's arms at night to stay warm...!And as for the money he makes from his blog...well, it's all spent on expensive food and weird little clothes for Sherlock...  

Sherlock doesn't know what he's thinking, John is actually very smart, but every time he walks into a pet dragon store, he spends a lot of money on completely unnecessary but cute dragon items... including but not limited to: six-color animal-shaped cookies ($888/pound), a crocheted dragon hat ($2,388), custom-made dragon slippers ($8,888)...  

Oh my God John!Why did you fall for these things!  

Sherlock hates the slippers! They're so tight and slippery that every time Sherlock puts them on, John says things like "Oh, how cute" and "I'm going to kiss you to death today"...! The hat. He doesn't understand why people put hats on a dragon. It looks like a clown! (But every time he puts it on, John gets 10,000 people watching live on his show.) The most incredible thing is the cookies. They're just cheap flour, butter and eggs. It's just a fancy look. Don't forget that John can't even afford to turn on the heat.  

Heating......

 

Sherlock is freezing every night, so he turns into a human form when John is asleep and sticks close to the guy... which is... quite silly!  

*

John fills the bathtub with water, "My lovely Sherlock, Daddy is going to have a little talk with Mrs. Hudson now, shall I put you in the bathtub? If you have any difficulties, you can dial the pet phone... I really hate to leave you... "John leaves the bathroom with a three-step back... oh... the dragon probably knows why John is going to see Mrs. Hudson...  

A pet phone... probably the $300,000 gadget scam that's keeping John from paying his rent!  

"If you love your pet, please buy the world's first touch barrier-free communication watch! Contact your baby anytime! If there is danger, the watch will automatically alarm, and the police will rescue your baby within 1 minute!!! What are you waiting for? We promise to make only the best products for the owners! You surely don't want your dragon to fall in love with other owners, right?  

Sherlock doesn't understand why this junk with a strange location is in the house. It's a miniature location device. If Sherlock touches the device on his paw, it will automatically connect to John's matching watch.  

300,000... Sherlock sinks into the bathtub in a fit of rage. They can turn on the heat for the rest of their lives!  

       John……… Stupid!  

He must tell John about these things!  

*

It was so cold, and the hot water made the dragon forget everything... oh, he was turning into a half-man without realizing it.  

That's so good... I could lie there all the time...  

Sherlock heard footsteps and immediately submerged himself under the water.  

"Sherlock, I .."  

John stops breathing. "Who are you?" He lifts the man from the bathtub. "You..." The doctor's surprise at the pale blue vertical pupils is slightly amusing to Sherlock.  

"I... yes, I am your..."  

"Oh Sherlock! You're old enough to take human form already?! "John hugs the wet Sherlock. "Oh my God, let Daddy look at you. Why didn't you tell me before?"  

"You are so sweet and soft .."  

"All right, just don't describe me as sweet and soft .."  

"Oh... clothes! I bought you a lot of clothes in advance, but you are much thinner than I thought, I don't know if you can wear them..."  

John leaves the bathroom again, leaving Sherlock alone in the bathtub.  

............  

John is a lot more morbid than Sherlock knows, he knows about the weird human habit of calling himself the father or mother of a pet... but John... kissing and cuddling a humanoid dragon... which, if he remembers correctly, is... a very intimate human gesture... John always does these stupid things!

TBC

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[Johnlock] When Sherlock loses his soul

  

A johnlock short story, I use Chinese into English.

Watch Sherlock get jealous. (^_^)

 

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"You said Sherlock... Lost your soul?" John's surprised expression was enough to dislocate his jaw as he stared wide-eyed at the detective next to Mycroft. The man was staring at him with his usual dark blue pupils, and the tip of his nose was turning red from the cold.

 

"Sherlock, it's a cold day and you're very underdressed." He stroked the man's cheek like soft ice, and my God,Mycroft let his brother stand in the snow like that! He's gonna get sick!

 

"No, we have to go home and change. Sherlock, you're coming with me." As he spoke, the detective left Mycroft's side, unzipped John's coat as fast as he could, and got inside himself.

 

Sherlock also rubs his numb face against Watson's chest before Mycroft's surprise, and the detective then wraps his hands around the doctor's waist, placing his entire weight on top of John.

 

I like it.

 

Sherlock thought to himself.

 

   “Sherlock………” John patted the snow off Sherlock's head with his hand, "What's in your lost soul?" ?" "He murmured.

 

*

 

Things got weird about a month ago.

 

Whenever John starts making tea,Sherlock pops up on time, saying, "John, a cup of coffee, please." And then it's "John, coffee." Today,Sherlock wraps his arm around John and then blows into his ear, "John..." (It's a move that makes John, who insists he's heterosexual, shudder.)

 

Well, if it weren't for Sherlock's damn pretty face,John would never help him do so many things every day. Sherlock would even ask John to help him put some hot water in the bathtub. If you asked him why, he would only come to you, then look at himself with a little puzzlingly clear eyes like a lake Put your hand around your body.

 

John's strange behavior based on Sherlock summarizes the following:

 

1. Sherlock will get into John's bed after he gets out of the shower, and then lean into his arms until he falls asleep. (Where is the detective who doesn't need sleep?)

 

2. Instead of posing in the thinking position with his hands folded, he would lie in John's lap on his days off and listen to the radio. It makes John always wonder... Because Sherlock's pretty eyes are always looking at him...)

 

3. Sherlock is hostile to the women John dates. (Why on earth?)

 

He immediately called Mycroft, and after the British government said, "He has lost his soul," John's stomach began to churn.

 

Sherlock who gets sleepy easily, Sherlock who loves physical contact with himself, and Sherlock………… who needs his own help It's all because he's lost his soul. It's not something he wants to do, it's just something Sherlock does when he loses his soul.

 

*

 

The man brings the soulless Sherlock back to 211B. He is exceptionally obedient today, not giving John trouble, but also extremely clingy,Sherlock's fingers tightly grasp John's arm, he follows the man like a ghost, their shadows almost merge.

 

   “John…… Don't you think that's strange?" His pupils quivered slightly. "I'm no different from normal. That's the most abnormal thing." He lifted the curls from his forehead and put his hand back on John's arm.

 

John looked down at his red arm and said, "If you think it's normal to sleep next to me at night... Well, I think you're..." He tries to wrestle Sherlock away, which causes the detective to use even more strength to hold John down.

 

"I don't know what you're talking about, didn't I sleep next to you?" Wouldn't the old you have walked me? I just see you're not holding me, I'll... Pull your arm like this, because your face... You..." Hesitantly, he let go and took a step back, somewhat hurt, "John, you don't want to hold my hand..."

 

"No... Sherlock, we're just... Hey, we didn't sleep together before, and you weren't in my ear... Blooooow... What..." John will remember these scenes, his ears will start burning, he will see Sherlock's pale face take on an incredible expression, and then that beautiful face will come back close to him.

 

   “John……… Why don't you tell me why? I like you, I like holding hands, I like you touching my face, I like you taking off my..."

 

"No, no, no... ! Sherlock!” John took the detective by the hand, and then he wrapped Sherlock around his waist to keep the coat firmly attached to him. (Lest he actually take off his coat, Mrs. Hudson would faint if she came in.)

 

Sherlock has John completely pinned down on the sofa. He leans over him like a cat sniffing his owner's body. After a few moments of thought, he says, "I totally get it."

 

The detective gets up and looks out the window. The snow almost turns the field of view completely white. Maybe the old Sherlock is a stuffy person, he never shows his love to his John, so John will date someone else,John will... No holding hands... I don't sleep together...

 

"Didn't he say that?" Sherlock confirms it again.

 

"Who? What did you say?" "John wondered.

 

"The whole soul of me that you say, he didn't say he liked you?"

 

"What... ? You..."

 

"John, I don't like it when you go out with someone else."

 

"Oh, my God,Sherlock, I..." His heart began to shake violently from the detective's whisper, and John's inner world was covered with a rain, followed by a gust of wind, and the noise of those thunderstorms made him even smaller.

 

"I hate it when you dress up for other people, don't you know that? Did I really never mention it once before? While you were trying to meet someone with a new haircut, I was at home... Can't do anything... I don't know what you did with someone... John……”

 

"Sherlock, I swear you never told me that!" When the surgeon finally decided to embrace the man, he saw his familiar eyes begin to blush slightly, and as he watched the frown of grievance unfurl again,John took a deep breath and said, "Please look at me."

 

Sherlock staggered John's eyes because of those "uncertain factors", he pushed the man's arms, "No John, I think I know the answer today, you don't like me, the old Sherlock and you don't like today."

 

He began to adjust his collar. The deep black fabric made him look like a sad prince, but perhaps the prince's knight did not care about him... Oh my God... The knight will go to rescue the princess, whether it is the princess of his own country or the neighboring country... Sherlock gives a self-deprecating smile. What's he looking forward to? John will marry a girl he loves, they may have a baby, maybe get a dog...

 

As Sherlock sprints out of the door, John pulls him back in from behind once more, and they both fall to the ground. Sherlock is straddling the man's belly. He grabs John's blue sweater and pulls him up, and he pulls him into Sherlock's eyes, which are tinged with golden fury. They seem to never go away.

 

"God, I've upset you..." John supports the ground with his left hand and caresses Sherlock's earlobe with his right. "I didn't know you... Because you are so charming, your bravery, your intelligence, your beautiful eyes... I never thought you'd treat me, especially me, Sherlock, I..."

 

John swallowed, and the words he never said, "Because you're too good, so I just push myself... I want to keep my distance from you." He stood up and helped the detective to his feet. "But Sherlock, now you say that... Just because you have no soul, and when you recover, you'll regret what you said. I don't want to..."

 

"I..." Sherlock's face showed an expression of anxiety and pain, "My self-esteem makes me unable to pray that you only like me a person, before I change back, I hope you can listen to me... As soon as today is over, you'll be seeing someone else, and I can't do anything about it."

 

Sherlock almost smiles wryly at the floor beneath his feet. "It's just that the first day we met, I... I like you. You think all this is because you saved me? Nooooo. No, when Mike asked us to meet, I... I'm attracted to you..."

 

He stared up at John to make sure he was listening. "But I pretend not to care about your personal life, I pretend not to care about everything, John, but I damn well care about you, because of you, I'm no longer dependent on cocaine or anything... You know... I just can't say it..."

 

In response to him is the warm embrace of the military doctor, he like to get a precious treasure to Sherlock into his arms, his collar began to wet, Sherlock about three times in his chest, but new tears again from the corner of his eyes, the man with the cuff for him to wipe tears, "God... I can't believe I'm sorry I made you so sad..." He kissed the detective on the forehead. "I love you, Sherlock, and I'll never regret what I said."

 

He bent his head and kissed the back of the detective's hand with his lips so earnestly as if he were signing some kind of contract, "I love you." 'he repeated.

 

*

 

About two weeks later, John knew Sherlock's spirit was back, and it showed:

 

1. Sherlock stopped saying sweet things every day.

 

2. Sherlock's face burned horribly when John kissed him.

 

3. He said he needed 100 cases of 10 to make him forget the shame of his confession.

 

 

END

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Misc. XIXth century Johnlock Illustrations - (2023)

Sherlock wearing a kimono, amongst other works. I explained this precise head canon of mine in this video HERE. (Note: Drawing n°2 was the first version of Drawing n°1, that's why I used the same reference picture for the head)

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[Johnlock] Interruption of corporal punishment

 

A johnlock short story, I use Chinese into English.

35 years old Watson x14 years old Sherlock

 

 

*

Sherlock's stomach is against the man's thigh, his head is hanging in the air, and he is lying on his stomach to accept the punishment, and his alpaca coat is wrapped around his small body. Sherlock's legs are still flapping around, which makes the doctor feel that he is lying on his legs.

 

Is it a cat or a rabbit... ? Watson begins to hate his own messy brain. Sherlock is only 14 years old. His development is a little slower than his peers, and he is always following his butt, which makes John feel like raising a child... Sherlock is the cutest kid he's ever seen, whether he's wearing a blue ice silk robe or a little black trench coat. Oh, and because Sherlock's little face looks smart, Watson doesn't recommend spending too much time with him on his days off.

 

The doctor rubs the wooden ruler in his hand and takes one look at Sherlock's small brown leather boots, which are half off. The top of the shoe is caught back by the ball of his foot. "Take it off." He points to where his boots are, even though Sherlock can't see them.

 

Who knows how many new clothes he has in his closet that Watson hasn't seen before? Sherlock loves to wear his little black trench coat when he's out and about, but because it's so skinny, that belt is just for display at home. MMHHHMMM... He's very good at dressing himself... Well, John actually used the very adult word "dressing up" as if in his heart he thought Sherlock was dressing up for John, a thought that made John sick.

 

"Don't." As Sherlock said this, he kicked his boots off. The leather boots tumbled a few times, and the metal cat decoration on the upper made a screeching sound when it hit the floor.

 

It's so cute that when Sherlock comes running up to him in his little leather boots, John automatically bends down to greet him, even though Sherlock doesn't like to yell like the other kids.

 

It's just... Sherlock tricked him... Having fooled all the doctors, he thought everyone was stupid, and John couldn't imagine what the child would do when he grew up.

 

"Oh, you came here and pretended to be an autistic child to gain my trust, and then what?" Watson picked up the wooden rule and slapped the boy's feet. Without a sound, he squeezed the doctor's thigh with his right hand. "Sherlock, you have an IQ higher than any other 14-year-old, and you chose to cheat a psychiatrist into the inpatient department, along with a surgeon? You did a good job."

 

John recalls the countless times he's half-crouched in front of Sherlock to read him a storybook, or driven the adorable (not cute yet!) kid around. Going for a ride in the suburbs, just to make him feel better.

 

 

*

 

"Autism?" The doctor pinched the report form and his jaw tensed. He couldn't believe it... Is that why Sherlock has never spoken?

 

"Grade 3 autism and major depression." As he silently read a few lines, the muscles in his thighs began to contract.

 

*

 

"I was so worried about you, and now you're telling me it's all fake?" As the doctor's breath grew hotter, he could not control his anger, which John hated most: deception.

 

People in social groups often choose simple lies to maintain relationships, but Sherlock, who can turn the most important part of the word into a lie, will he normally integrate into some normal relationships when he is an adult? The answer is no. Taking a step back, Sherlock's behavior is simply because he's... He despised no one, the other doctors, John, his brother Mycroft... He's just happy to play around with everyone and watch them laugh when they wake up. What will Sherlock become in the future? The worst thing is that his heart knows how to show the good side, his face is very beautiful, no one will refuse a beauty with high intelligence, this is... The problem.

 

Sherlock shuffled back and buried his face in the doctor's lap, his knees against the hard floor, his toes curled up in his socks, and his head rubbing against the doctor's thigh.

 

Acting coquettish? Wronged? Or what? In any case, John's face grew serious, and it was impossible to spoil him any longer.

 

"You've lied to me for so long, is it hard to say Sorry?" Dr. Watson felt his thighs start to get wet. "Are you crying? Sherlock, if you want to continue acting, I can only say that you've fooled me once again."

 

Sherlock's head starts to shake and the sobs become more pronounced. John tugs at the boy's hem and the man on his lap stops sobbing. "Okay, you stand up and tell me." The man said helplessly.

 

It's quiet, no sobbing, no clothes rubbing, and after five minutes, John suspects Sherlock has fainted.

 

"Sherlock!" John took the boy by the armpit and pulled him up. He saw that his pretty face was wet with tears, that his eyelashes were drooping, and that his lips were marked by teeth. Sherlock glanced up at John, and in no time, the boy was lunging toward the doctor, the soft flesh of his cheeks pressing against John's ribs.

 

Shouldn't Sherlock be the person most likely to say Sorry at this point?

 

“Sorry……… Sherlock……… I scared you, didn't I?" John held the boy closer and stroked his head. "Tell me what happened, will you?"

 

“John…… " Sherlock refuses to look up. His heart starts racing and his hands can't stop shaking. The boy remembers the conversations he heard in his hospital bed during the day: John... John…… They say John is going on a date ………… And... Sherlock isn't cheating. He didn't intentionally pass on those test results... Sherlock isn't lying!

 

Sherlock closes his eyes, tears squirting from under his lashes. He turns his head, not sure if he wants to be closer to John or further away. His heart is still beating faster. The fabric of Watson's jacket is pulled over Sherlock's nose, and his voice is slurred.

 

"You need to tell me what it is?" John mentioned the neckline on the back of Sherlock's neck, and suddenly he remembered Mrs. Hudson's cat, who always picked up the white cat like that.

 

"PFFF... Let go of me!" Sherlock rubbed tears into the doctor's chest, he pushed the doctor's hand, and sat on the corner of the bed by himself.

 

"You use... Ruler... Punish me with that!" The boy grabbed his pants leg and tears filled his eyes together. "John..."

 

John used to spend the whole weekend with Sherlock. Ever since he started dating... Sherlock will never see John again!

 

At first he thought he wasn't likeable enough because John's date... To be honest, they're pretty, and their hair looks smoother than Sherlock's, plus they're slender, not short like Sherlock, like a bantam cat... Sherlock wishes he could grow faster, so he starts eating more, but instead of making him taller, it's actually making his face rounder... J

 

Oh, my God, does anyone like a round bantam cat? At least John doesn't have Sherlock………… on his list

 

*

 

"I've decided to re-evaluate you." 'said the man suddenly.

 

"I don't need that..." He didn't want John to know he had anxiety problems, and Mycroft had him tested... Sherlock hates doctors' questions, so he chooses to disguise himself as having another medical condition.

 

"Just the two of us, okay?" Half kneeling on the floor, the doctor stroked the boy's shoulder with his right finger, and saw that the boy's eyes welled up again.

 

As John's brain starts to heat up, he remembers Sherlock's usual symptoms: a racing heart, insomnia, headaches, stomach aches... If his judgment is correct, this is the somatization of anxiety.

 

"... If it's just John and no one else..." He bowed his head, avoiding the doctor's eyes. "I can promise you that."

 

"Would you like to fill up your little belly before you begin?" John saw that the boy was in a better mood and couldn't help teasing him.

 

"I..." Sherlock doesn't want to be a bantam cat anymore anyway... But will the face become rounder?

 

The doctor squeezed the boy's face in his hand and took him back in his arms. "Trust me, everything will be fine."

 

END

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John, the vampire, and his schoolboy detective.

（I refer to this picture）

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Benedict/Martin + BFI screening