How did I break my writer's block with 1064 words of porn?

[lazaefair]

With Sherlock Holmes fanfiction porn, my dear Watson. And not actually any nice normal Holmes/Watson porn, but porn for an evil villain rare pairing. And I can't stop writing them. Why

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[em2mb]

You shouldn't make the title a question. Rather, "How I broke my writer's block with 1064 words of porn" just owns it. You know I know nothing about the Sherlock Holmes fandom, but I'll read anything that works the word "superlative" into the opening dialogue.

"Damn right," Moran said, mollified, most likely a good deal from the fact that Moriarty was now rubbing circles into his skin. He drew in a slightly shaky breath, and his fingers weren't so sure as he unbuttoned Moriarty's shirt. The professor smiled. Predictable, like a dog. Find his favorite spot to scratch, and he was putty in your hands. I like the varied sentence structure here. This metaphor works well.

Moriarty removed Moran's shoes and stockings, which still smelled of Parisian streets and squalid rooftops. I love smell imagery (if that's even the right word for it).

Moriarty kept his hands on Moran's hips and gently pushed him backwards, until his knees encountered the window seat, and pushed him down. Moran stiffened - he disliked putting his back to doors and

[lazaefair]

Any Psych porn I write is likely going to involve Shawn. And I can't write Shawn. :(