Hello! The following fanfics were created by me and are based off omegle rp chats. Some of the prompts are mine, however many are not. I usually ask permission before writing/posting the stories, but if you see one that you know is your prompt and want it taken down do not hesitate to tell me.

All the fanfics are rated M to be safe, however some are REALLY dirty. They almost all contain some form of smut. Included is some Johnlock so don't like don't read.

Each chapter is a different fanfic and each includes a summary before the story begins. Enjoy! :D !

1. When Sherlock Got The Sniffles…. (Established Johnlock)

Sherlock needs his army doctor. He has a cold and calls his boyfriend John to come take care of him.

John, would you be able to come home? SH

Please. SH

I'm on my way, actually. Anything wrong? JW

Yes, yes. Very Wrong. I believe this is the end of me. SH

I have a stuffy nose, coughing, chills, fever, and no energy. SH

Sherlock, you aren't dying you've just got a cold. Your doctor is almost home. :) JW

No, I don't have a cold. I'm not going to make it. I want to spend my last moments with you. SH

As sweet as that is, your symptoms are the same as a common cold. JW

Well I don't like it and I want my doctor. SH

John, this is serious. SH

It's a cold, you aren't supposed to like it. I'm coming up now. JW

Sherlock looked down at his phone and nodded slowly, blowing his nose into another tissue. This was the end of Sherlock Holmes. He huffed and flipped onto his stomach, hiding his puffy eyes and red nose.

"J'hn," he breathed out.

He threw the empty box of tissues at the door when he heard the man coming upstairs, causing John to duck and roll his eyes with a smile.

"Hurry up. I want to have as much time as I have left with you," he mumbled into the sheets.

Sherlock's hair was messy, more than usual, and was still in his pajamas. For, John it was... different seeing Sherlock so vulnerable since he so often hid behind a mask, even after they began dating.

John walked over and sat down next to Sherlock, putting down the bag of supplies he had gathered and placing a new box of tissues on the table.

"You aren't dying." John added as he handed Sherlock a tissue.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and took the tissue, throwing it to the floor quickly. He moved so he was laying on his back and looked over at John, knowing the man would probably laugh at how terrible he looked.

"J'hnnnn," he wined.

He held his hand out for the other to take, and used his other arm to fly dramatically through the air.

"I don't feel well. I don't get like this. I hate it," he muttered. "I want my doctor," he frowned.

"Sh'rlockkkk" John mimicked before slipping under the sheets.

He snuggled close to Sherlock and reached a hand to further tousle his hair, causing Sherlock to hum happily. The brunette practically purred at the feeling of his hair being played with. Once John was in the bed with him, the detective moved closer and he wrapped his arms tightly around John's waist.

"Good thing I've had my flue shot".

"Yes. I would've made you do this anyway," Sherlock teased, burying his head into the mans shoulder and taking a deep breath.

"M'ke it stop," Sherlock wined, moving so he could cough the other direction.

"I can, but you're going to hate it even more."

John reached down and pulled out a medicine bottle filled with a red sticky liquid. He sat up and measured a dosage and handed a spoon to Sherlock. "You need to have three of these." Sherlock made a disgusted face and covered his mouth with his hands. He looked like a small child, but he would do anything to not take that medicine. He shook his head and gave John a pleading look.

"Dn't make me take that," he said into his hands.

"Well you need to...please for me?"

Seeing Sherlock wouldn't John tried again. "Ugh, what do I have to do to make you take these?" John snuggled back down with Sherlock. "Tell me."

Frowning, Sherlock curled back into John. "Dn't go to work for a week and stay home with me," he smiled, looking up at him once again. He kissed his lips quickly, not wanting to get the man sick. "I hate the taste of that stupid medicine," he scowled, pushing the bottle away.

"A week?... fine." John tried to stop himself from smiling, but the look on Sherlock's face as he took the medicine was priceless. "A lot can get done in a week..." he added with a smirk on his face. John leaned forward kissing Sherlock, not caring if he got sick.

"Really? brilliant," he smiled, kissing John back happily.

He made noises as he took the medicine, obviously very unhappy about the whole thing.

"How long until I feel better? I would like to make the week last," he chuckled, moving back into John's chest.

"In a day or two." John laughed as his lover finished taking the last of it. He automatically, ran his hand through Sherlock's hair causing him to smile at the feeling. The detective leaned into the touch.

"Thank you for coming home J'hn," he hummed, turning his head and sneezing a few times while making a horrified face.

"I hate this." He put his face into the pillow and sighed, "That horrible medicine better work."

"The worse it tastes the better it is." John reached for the bag and rummaged through it. He pulled out a book. "Want me to read to you?"

Sherlock nodded and looked over at John, "Yes." He smiled slightly and wrapped an arm around his waist, waiting for John to begin reading. "I love when you read. It... Relaxes me," he muttered.

John chuckled. "You mean it turns you on"

He began reading the Odyssey. "Sing to me, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course,..."

Sherlock listened to John as he read, curling more and more into his chest. He closed his eyes and drifted off slightly, smiling at how John was reading. He really did always read very well, and his voice was soothing.

"Thank you love," he smiled.

"You're welcome"

The reading was putting him to sleep as well and he began to stutter and curl up into his Reichenbach hero. John eventually dropped the book and focused on cuddling into a sleepy Sherlock. With a smile, the brunette twined their legs together, enjoying the warmth that came from his lover.

"Make sure you don't go to work tomorrow," he laughed, coughing slightly in the process.\

He nuzzled his nose against John's before giving him a quick kiss. John moved an arm to hold Sherlock. He pushed his hand just under Sherlock's waist band to better hold onto his hip.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"I love you," he said softly, kissing him a few more times before resting his head against John's. He closed his eyes and relaxed, occasionally turning so he wouldn't cough on John's face.

"and I love you, always"

John also relaxed and drifted off to sleep hoping Sherlock would soon do the same.

Sleep would help him recover.