(7435 words) by MerHums
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Anthea (Sherlock)
Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Lestrade, Omega Mycroft, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mildly Dubious Consent, Virgin Mycroft, Sleep Sex, Knotting, First Time, Anal Sex, Marriage Proposal, Propositions, Oral Sex, Bonding, Rimming, Mycroft Being Mycroft
Summary:
Mycroft had reached the point in his life where he needed to mate. There was only one candidate.
The next RP post from myself and hums-happily
Déardaoin – MerHums – Superwood – Fandom, Sherlock (TV), Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Déardaoin – MerHums – Superwood – Fandom, Sherlock (TV), Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Superwood – Fandom, Sherlock (TV), Supernatural
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness
Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Harkness
Additional Tags: First Meetings, Priest Castiel, Priest Kink, Protective Castiel, Wings, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Top Castiel, Bottom Jack, Jack Harkness Flirts, Post-Canon, Post-Series, Angels, Angelic Grace, Angel Castiel
Summary:
When Jack went to investigate the ancient church, he didn’t expect to find an angel on guard.
hums-happily and I have decided to post some RPs. This is the first one we’re posting, for jazzforthecaptain
Pilot Smut Ficlet – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Pilot Smut Ficlet – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Title: Pilot Smut Ficlet
Rating: E
Word count: 552
Paring: Johnlock
Summary: Just a short bit of gratuitous smut based on the Sherlock pilot.
My thoughts: Well, that escalated quickly, but it definitely works. Enjoy 😉
For fangirlscout
Sherlock thought he was only going for a case. He didn’t expect the rentboy to blow his mind.
Teaser below the cut
Sherlock looked over the house of ill repute as he approached it. One of the more popular in London, it had a reputation for catering to more exotic or specific tastes. It was also a favorite haunt of the man Sherlock had been tracking for several weeks. He’d made a reservation earlier and the plan was to partake of a bit of entertainment to keep his cover and then track the man afterward.
It never occurred to Sherlock that having no experience with this type of entertainment might cause a problem.
Walking into the house he found himself in a foyer with a desk and a single woman behind it. She looked up at him. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes, Holmes.” He hadn’t bothered with a fake name, his target had no idea he was being tracked and his name was odd enough that half the time people assumed it was fake anyway.
She turned and opened up and old fashioned card file. From what he understood they had a computer system, but the cards were the primary records and destroyed after each visit in order to protect their clientele. She nodded and pulled out the card, taking the key that was attached to it and offering it to him. “Second floor, room 21B. Left side of the corridor.”
Nodding, Sherlock took the key without thanking her and mounted the staircase just off the foyer. There was almost no other sign of human activity. If he was a different sort of man it would all seem just a little bit creepy. But this house took their clients and secrecy very seriously. He’d only found out his client was coming here with regularity because he’d tracked the man’s movements for a bit more than a month. There was no sound as he went down the corridor and he could only imagine that the rooms incorporated some sort of soundproofing.
Licking his lips, Sherlock fit the key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the bed made up with military precision. The rest of the room seemed fairly barren and surprisingly empty. There was another door that he could only assume was some sort of bathroom and he started to reach for the handle.
“Sit on the bed, I’ll be out in a moment,” came a voice from behind it.
Jack Harkness Shags Everyone
I decided I needed a masterpost of my smut fics with Jack/whoever (as of January 21, 2015). There are a lot, so separating by fandom:
Torchwood
Ready For You – Jack/Ianto
Office Fetish – Jack/Ianto
Good Thing the Desk is Sturdy – Jack/Ianto
Bruises on the Heart – Jack/Ianto
Light in the Dark – Jack/Ianto
Superwood
Second Verse, Same as the First – Jack/Sam Winchester
Must be Christmas – Jack/Castiel/Castiel
Resting Place – Jack/Castiel
Respite – Jack/Sam Winchester
Wake Me – Jack/Castiel
Immortal Wings – Jack/Castiel
Two Captains and an Angel – Jack/Castiel/John Hart
Memory – Jack/Castiel
The Sound of Wings – Jack/Castiel
Do Not Sacrifice for Us – Jack/Sam Winchester/Castiel
One Night – Jack/Sam Winchester
Sanctuary – Jack/Sam Winchester
I’ll Keep Watch – Jack/Castiel
After Midnight – Jack/Sam Winchester
Bound – Jack/Sam Winchester
A Moment’s Touch – Jack/Castiel
Ghosts That We Knew – Jack/Castiel
New Year’s Eve – Jack/Castiel/Sam Winchester
4173 – Jack/Castiel
Always a Pleasure – Jack/Sam Winchester
Christmas Eve 1945 – Jack/Castiel
Save A Bull, Ride a Cowboy – all the pairings
Midnight Rodeo – Jack/Castiel
Sherlock
In Kandahar – Jack/John Watson
Mycroft Brings the Best Presents – Jack/Mycroft/Greg
Blue Eyes and Long Coats – Jack/Ianto/Sherlock/John Watson
The American and the Cop – Jack/Lestrade
Summoned – Jack/Mycroft Holmes
Come Get What You Want – Jack/Sherlock/John Watson
You Don’t Belong Here Either – Jack/Sherlock
Doctor Who
May I Have This Dance? – Jack/Ten
A Braid Takes Three – Jack/Nine/Rose
Hands Entwined – Jack/Nine
The Big Game Hunter – Jack/Riddell
Miscellaneous
It Had to Happen Once – Jack/Loki
Time Crunch – Jack/Jack
Flyboy – Jack/Martin Crieff
Local Wildlife – Jack/Tentacle critter
Captain Meets Captain – Jack/Malcom Reynolds
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THAT is a lot of porn. Lol
And clearly I like superwood (thanks awabubbles and jazzforthecaptain)
I’ll go ahead and reblog this one again too. I don’t have a John Barrowman/Jack Harkness problem. What are you talking about?
Also I do have Harkstiel fics that aren’t porn too.
So I had this quick little ficlet pop in my head:
John stumbled as they were pushed into the small cell to sleep it off. Sherlock mumbled a deduction at the cop that was closing the door, then all but threw himself down on the tiny bunk and almost immediately started snoring. Prat.
With a sigh, John sunk to a seat, leaning against the bunk. Sherlock’s hand was hanging down and he looked at those elegant fingers. I don’t mind, he’d said. And then they’d been interrupted. Bugger.
With a thunk, John tipped his head back against the wall. Stupid. He was getting married tomorrow. To a very nice woman that hadn’t faked her death for two years. Who hadn’t left him grieving in silence. Wanker.
Sighing, John ran his fingers along Sherlock’s, just feeling the bones. The skin was rougher than it had been two years ago. The detective had been through some things, John could see that much. Not that Sherlock would tell him anything of course. Twat.
“I’m getting married tomorrow,” he said out loud. Mumbled. Leaning forward he rest his forehead against the back of Sherlock’s hand. “Should be getting married to you.” Sodding hell.
It was true, he knew it in his heart even if he couldn’t say it aloud. He’d loved Sherlock Holmes for a very long time. He’d mourned him harder than he’d ever mourned anyone. Tried to crawl into a bottle for a time, something he’d always swore he’d never do. But Sherlock had driven him to it. Cock.
Pulling back a bit, John made sure he was still snoring, sound echoing around them. He dropped his head and kissed the back of his hand, then leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. Morning would be here and with it a wicked hangover. Then the wedding and whatever the hell Sherlock
was going to say in his best man speech. Probably read straight from his blog or something. Arse.
John closed his eyes and felt gravity pulling him downward. One hand reached over to entwine his fingers with Sherlock’s, though he’d never admit it. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and Sherlock never did make it easier. Bastard.
Fic commission for hermioneinthetardisin221b!
A Soldier’s Luck – When John meets Sherlock just before deploying, he thinks he’ll never see him again. Turns out a soldier’s luck is greater than that.
teaser below the cut
John first met the dark haired omega that would change his life a few days before shipping out for Afghanistan. He was in a pub, enjoying the last of his time off, when he caught sight of an argument out of the corner of his eye. Something felt off, and never one to simply stand by, he stood and made his way over. The dark haired omega was talking to a mated pair, and the alpha looked ready to clock him. John managed to get between them. “What’s going on?”
“This wanker says I’m cheating on ’im,” growled the alpha, gesturing at his mate.
“But you are,” insisted the omega. “It’s obvious by your shoes.”
“By my shoes?” the alpha snorted
“Yes, you have mud on one side that’s from the opposite side of London from where you work and where you and your mate live.” He looked at the other omega. “He’d been taking a lot of long lunches, hasn’t he? Working late?”
He nodded, looking at his mate. “I already suspected.”
“Well, of course you did,” said the dark-haired one. “You simply asked me because you wanted to be sure. When it comes to cheating mates you should generally trust your instincts.”
“Now listen here,” the alpha shoved John out of the way and snatched the front of the omega’s shirt, tossing him up against the wall.
“Hey!” growled John, getting to his feet.
“Stay out of this, soldier,” snarled the other alpha, moving towards where the dark-haired one was struggling to his feet.
“As if.” John shoved him back, feeling strangely protective of the omega already.
Fic Commissions
If you’ve always wanted a Janto321 fic you haven’t read yet, now is your chance.
I know I tend to write a bit on the short side, so I’m going with prices as follows:
up to 1k $10 | 1k to 2.5k $15 | up to 5k $20
Anything above that, we can discuss. My ships page is here. I have no problem with smut or most kinks. Always down for threesomes, but I also don’t mind writing 2k of fluff. I can work with most AUs, Omegaverse, whatever. If it isn’t on that ship page, ask. If I’m familiar enough with something I might still take a crack at it.
Pretty much my only no goes are RPF (unless they’re already a couple) and Major Character Death (unless it’s temporary, i.e. vampires or Jack Harkness)
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