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I don’t know what I was thinking…it’s john/moriarity,then john/sherlock

The Right One – John has a sex dream about one man, when really he wants another.

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“Come along, John." The memory of a sinister voice, leading him through the locker room of a pool. Only this time the man was standing in front of him, looking worse for wear as he crooked his fingers at him. John moved forward, part of him knowing this was a dream, but in too deep to pull away.

Moriarty was only slightly taller, sinister eyes meeting his and igniting something in his guts. "Such a good boy, Johnny.” His hand reached up and traced along his jaw, making him shiver and moan. When he reached his chin he dragged two fingers up for him to suck.

John sucked eagerly, going to his knees. He realized he was already naked and spread his legs. “So eager,” purred Moriarty, running a hand through his hair. “Do you spread your legs for him?”

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Title: Immortalis

Author: janto321

Alternate Universe Type: Cursed Immortal John Watson

Summary: Sherlock learns that John Watson is not what he thinks he is.

Rating: M

Pairing: john/lock

Genre: AU

Length: 1964

Warnings: none

Author Notes: Very grateful to stitchlock for helping

Links: AO3

Morning reblog because I think this might be one of my favorite things I’ve written.

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Title: Immortalis

Author: janto321

Alternate Universe Type: Cursed Immortal John Watson

Summary: Sherlock learns that John Watson is not what he thinks he is.

Rating: M

Pairing: john/lock

Genre: AU

Length: 1964

Warnings: none

Author Notes: Very grateful to stitchlock for helping

Links: AO3

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Wrote a bit of military kink pwp at work today:

Brass – Sherlock is bored and shooting the walls again. John teaches him a lesson.

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John looked at himself in the mirror. Desert cammo pants and tan boots. Tucked in tan tshirt, dog tags hanging on his chest. There was a bang as Sherlock took another shot at the wall. Two weeks was too long without a good case. He gave himself a short nod and marched down the stairs.

“Sherlock Holmes!” He barked, standing in the doorway.

Sherlock dropped his hand, turning to look. He gaped, eyes dialating. John quickly crossed the room, disarming Sherlock in one quick motion, twisting his arm behind his back. “How many times have I warned you about discharging firearms indoors?”

“I…John.” Sherlock panted as he was bent over the table.

“What was that? Did I hear you addressing me improperly?” He felt a thrill of power as Sherlock shivered underneath him. His free hand squeezed Sherlock’s hip, noting the erection tenting his bottoms. Leaning over, the dog tags trailed along Sherlock’s spine.

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Um…. I wrote Martin Crieff/Greg Lestrade…

Local Flavor – Martin Crieff gets picked up at a bar by Greg Lestrade

This one is entirely RJ’s fault.

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Greg smiled at the ginger. “Come here often?”

Martin stammered at the dark eyed, silver haired man. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” Greg looked him up and down. “Haven’t seen you here before.”

Martin picked up his drink and quickly chugged the rest. “I’m an airplane Captain. Just here on a layover.”

“Oh, a Captain?” Greg stepped closer, touching his arm.

Blushing furiously, Martin stood a little straighter. “Yes.”

“Well since you’re only here for the night, I could show you something of the local flavor.”

Martin stammered, looking around a moment before meeting his eyes. “I suppose so. I’m Martin.”

“Greg,” he smiled warmly. “My car’s right outside.”

Watching Greg walk towards the door, Martin took a breath. Well it was better than sleeping on the plane, since he’d lost his hotel room to Douglas. Again. He followed Greg to his car.

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This is all stitchlock’s fault. I wrote Martin Crieff/Jack Harkness:

Flyboy – When Martin Crieff gets a ride from Jack Harkness, he gets more than he bargained for.

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Jack grinned at the young man looking for a ride from the airport. A captain, by the looks of things, and maybe he’d had a rough day. Jack sauntered up to him. “Hello there, Captain.”

The young captain turned and blushed as he looked him over. “Er, hello.”

“Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?” Jack gave one of his warmer grins, enjoying the way the man blushed harder. Gingers were fantastic for that.

“Captain Martin Crieff,” he shifted his bag. “You fly?”

“Oh I’ve been around the world a few times,” Jack winked. “Need a ride?”

Martin stammered and somehow got out a nod. Jack put a hand on his back and guided him to his car. Jack chatted easily as Martin gave him directions. They finally pulled up to his place. “Well this is my attic, have a good evening,” Martin started to get out.

Jack put a hand on his arm. “Sure you don’t want to invite me in?”

Martin stared at him a moment. “Would…you like to come up?”

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I think this is the longest not-multi chapter thing I’ve written, and it’s a pretty sweet story about a relationship.

Mycroft’s Choice – Omega Mycroft never wanted an alpha, until he met Greg Lestrade.

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The fact that Mycroft Holmes was an omega had become incidental to his life. He kept things carefully structured, had a three day heat every four months he carefully scheduled around, and any alpha who thought he could be cowed or intimidated quickly found out just how wrong they were. He was content with his lot in life and, other than the thorn in his side that was his younger brother, saw no reason his life wouldn’t continue along the same path. Until the day Sherlock dragged alpha Gregory Lestrade into his life.

“I thank you for calling me,” he told the Inspector as they headed down to the holding cells. In his mind, he was already gathering facts as he looked at the man: handsome, unbonded, alpha, promising career, patient.

“Not the first time I’ve dealt with Sherlock,” said Lestrade. “I’m sure the assault charges will vanish by next week.” He gave Mycroft a critical eye.

“As long as he stays clean,” said Mycroft. “I understand he’s been helping on some of your cases.”

Lestrade stopped and pulled him into an alcove. Internally he braced himself for the slightly shorter alpha to get in his face and try to intimidate him. Tiresome really. He was so busy with his thoughts he missed that Lestrade was actually speaking. “…so I’d appreciate you keeping that aspect quiet.”

“I must apologize Inspector,” Mycroft couldn’t keep all the surprise out of his voice. “I missed part of that.”

Lestrade chuckled and stepped back. “I only said that I’d appreciate you keeping your brother’s involvement quiet.”

Mycroft shifted his umbrella. “Of course. I can’t imagine your superiors would be happy to know of his participation, even if he does do your job for you.”

Lestrade raised an eyebrow. “Solving the case isn’t the same as prosecuting the crime. Come on.” He moved past Mycroft and back down towards the cells. Watching him, Mycroft knew he had to do more research on the Inspector.

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Just a little fluffy/smutty Johnlock

Snow Day – John’s home from work due to the snow, and Sherlock is bored

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London was snowed in. Work had already told John not to come in. He sat in his chair, a cup of tea close at hand as he read a journal. Sherlock puttered in the kitchen with some experiment he was trying to not think too much about. The city sounds were muted; few cars dared the streets. The loudest noise was the fireplace, warding off the chill.

Something shattered in the kitchen. John was on his feet in an instant. Sherlock was wrapping his hand in a fortunately clean towel and trying to clean up glass at the same time. John caught his wrists. “Let me see.”

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Things Happen in the Small Hours of Morning (1265 words) by janto321 [AO3]

Things Happen in the Small Hours of Morning (1265 words) by janto321 [AO3]

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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: First Time, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Top John, Bottom Sherlock, Comfort Sex, Nightmares
Series: Part 1 of Night Hymns
Summary:

Even at Baker Street John Watson has nightmares that keep him awake. Early one morning he’s surprised to find Sherlock in his room, making an unexpected offer.

I can tell I’m a better writer now, but Night Hymns is still one of my favorite things I’ve written.

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Okay guys, maybe I cracked. Here’s a Mycroft Holmes/Jack Harkness fic. Just because.

Summoned – Jack’s in town, Mycroft summons him to his office for a ‘meeting’.

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Jack swaggered his way into Mycroft’s office. “You wanted to see me?”

Mycroft adjusted some papers. “I had heard you were in town taking care of some business.”

With a grin, Jack walked over to his desk and leaned on it. “And you wanted to see me?”

“You do so rarely leave Cardiff these days.” Mycroft wetted his lips as he looked up at him.

Reaching over the desk, Jack loosened his tie. “Did you miss me, or something?”

“You are not a man easily forgotten,” admitted Mycroft, holding his eyes as Jack slipped the tie from his shirt.

“Been called a few things in my life,” said Jack, starting on his buttons. “You always sound smarter than everyone else in the room.”

“I am smarter than everyone else in the room.” Mycroft stood and pulled Jack in for a rough kiss.

Jack opened his mouth to him and dropped his coat on the nearest chair. Mycroft pushed down his bracers and pulled him closer by the belt. “You are a bad man, Captain Harkness.”

“Perhaps you should punish me, then, Mister Holmes.” Jack grinned at him.

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