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I wrote iamianto some birthday porn. She wanted Greg Lestrade/Jack Harkness.

The American and the Cop – Greg Lestrade picks up Jack Harkness at a bar, and gets more then he bargained for.

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Greg watched the handsome American in an old-fashioned military coat flirt mercilessly with the bartender. He’d been watching him since he’d walked into the pub. If he didn’t step in soon, he’d be taking the bartender home. Walking over he leaned on the bar. “Hello there.”

The man turned brilliant blue eyes towards him and looked him up and down, grinning easily. “Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?”

“Greg Lestrade.” He took Jack’s hand, finding it warm and inviting. The bartender had moved off, leaving them alone.

“Nice to meet you, Greg Lestrade.” Jack had a smile he could get lost in. Greg found himself still holding Jack’s hand.

“Unless you’re dead set on the bartender, you could come back to my place.”

Jack glanced over at her. She gave him a nod towards Greg. “Naw, I think I’m going to go off with you,” he smiled.

“My flat’s pretty close.” He led him out of the pub. They hadn’t gotten very far before Greg was drawing him into an alley and pushing him up against the wall for a heated kiss.

Jack hooked his fingers in his belt loops. “Eager.”

“You smell nice,” explained Greg, leaning in to nibble his neck, wanting to taste him. He pulled away and stepped back. “Come on, just a little further.”

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I was inspired by the hostess shenanigans to write some rpf of John and Scott roleplaying a pilot and a stewardess

Virgin Atlantic – John’s got his hands on a stewardess uniform and he’s convinced Scott to put on the pilot uniform.

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John leaned on the counter and adjusted the scarf around his neck. He was wearing the stewardess uniform, red and tight, riding up his thighs. On his feet were matching red heels. “This is ridiculous,” muttered Scott through the door.

“Oh come on, Tottie it’ll be fun.” John fixed his lipstick.

The door opened and Scott stepped out in his pilots uniform. He stopped and looked John slowly up and down. John put his hands on his thighs and struck a pose.

“You’re terrible.” Scott smacked his bottom.

John’s hand went to his mouth. “Oh! What are you going to do about it, Captain?”

Scott growled and caged him against the wall. “I can think of a few things.”

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Washing Machine – janto321 (FaceofMer), loveanddeathandartandtaxes – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Washing Machine – janto321 (FaceofMer), loveanddeathandartandtaxes – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

loveanddeathandartandtaxes:

He took the opportunity to suck a love bite where his collar would hide it.

Mycroft took a proprietary hold of his arse, and Greg raised his head. “By the way, your washing machine is on the fritz. Pretty sure it’s beyond repair.”

Rating: M (barely)

Relationship: Mycroft/Greg

Tags: Frottage, Washing Machines, Fluff, Domestic

We were chatting and phrases like “important conversations mid-sex” and “washing machines” and “help i am writing this” were bandied around.

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Malcolm Merlyn/Dr. Jacob Glaser Slashfic, Explicit

jazzforthecaptain:

So this afternoon, Merindab and I collaborated ideas into what turned out to be a spectacularly fun fic. She wrote this – I just supplied the, um, character guidance? – but indicated that I should post it, so here it is.

I can explain why this exists, really.

Really.

We were talking about how fandoms exist shipping characters played by Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman, meshing the worlds of say, Star Trek and Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe. And when it clicked, I said, oh, that would be like if I shipped Malcolm Merlyn from Arrow and Dr. Jacob Glaser from Stonehenge Apocalypse. Because they’re played by John Barrowman and Misha Collins, respectively, and I (for the uninformed) ship Jack/Cas like flippin’ Fedex.

…And then I started getting ideas. Like how Jacob craves recognition, for someone to take him seriously, and how someone like Malcolm might see some value in an idea of his (because someone like Malcolm thought it would be an excellent idea to put a GIANT EARTHQUAKE MACHINE under the ‘slums’ of Sterling City so, yeah, excellent out of the box decision making skills there, right up Jacob’s alley). All it would take is for Malcolm to work up a good front of earnest interest in Jacob’s theories (with a solid promise that it would be used for good) before Jacob started ponying up information.

Give it five minutes, he’ll be flat on his back.

He’s a healthy conspiracy theorist and so it wouldn’t take all that long before Jacob figured out he’d been played and/or things went badly south for the world, but you know me, MY SHIPS ARE NEVER HAPPY.

But Merinda wrote me some lovely smut. So without further adieu, *jazz hands*

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Malcolm Merlyn/Dr. Jacob Glaser Slashfic, Explicit

jazzforthecaptain:

So this afternoon, Merindab and I collaborated ideas into what turned out to be a spectacularly fun fic. She wrote this – I just supplied the, um, character guidance? – but indicated that I should post it, so here it is.

I can explain why this exists, really.

Really.

We were talking about how fandoms exist shipping characters played by Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman, meshing the worlds of say, Star Trek and Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe. And when it clicked, I said, oh, that would be like if I shipped Malcolm Merlyn from Arrow and Dr. Jacob Glaser from Stonehenge Apocalypse. Because they’re played by John Barrowman and Misha Collins, respectively, and I (for the uninformed) ship Jack/Cas like flippin’ Fedex.

…And then I started getting ideas. Like how Jacob craves recognition, for someone to take him seriously, and how someone like Malcolm might see some value in an idea of his (because someone like Malcolm thought it would be an excellent idea to put a GIANT EARTHQUAKE MACHINE under the ‘slums’ of Sterling City so, yeah, excellent out of the box decision making skills there, right up Jacob’s alley). All it would take is for Malcolm to work up a good front of earnest interest in Jacob’s theories (with a solid promise that it would be used for good) before Jacob started ponying up information.

Give it five minutes, he’ll be flat on his back.

He’s a healthy conspiracy theorist and so it wouldn’t take all that long before Jacob figured out he’d been played and/or things went badly south for the world, but you know me, MY SHIPS ARE NEVER HAPPY.

But Merinda wrote me some lovely smut. So without further adieu, *jazz hands*

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A bit of bamf/dark john pwp with a touch of fluff at the end.

Depth of Devotion – Sherlock belongs to John. No one touches a hair on his head.

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Sherlock was always a bit faster than John thanks to longer legs. He darted into the alley after the suspect, leaving John turning the corner just as a shot rang out.

Sherlock was down. John’s world stopped as the man took aim at the prone figure. Without thought he hurled himself forward, shoving the gun to the side seconds before it went off. There was the crack of broken bone.

Next thing John knew, Lestrade had both arms around him, hauling him back. “John. John.” The man was on the ground, not moving, maybe not breathing. He twisted out of Lestrade’s arms and turned toward Sherlock. The detective was sitting up, watching wide-eyed while one of the police tended a superficial wound on his arm.

Blinking, Sherlock looked up at him. “I’m fine. Mostly missed.”

“He was going to shoot you again,” growled John.

“Yes. The bullet is imbedded into the bricks.”

Lestrade looked between the two. “Looks like self-defense to me. But I would suggest you both go home.”

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