So I wrote my first Johncroft PWP …

Ink and Leather – John meets Mycroft in his office for a quickie.

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Mycroft shut the door to his office and turned around to face John. The smaller man was watching him. They both knew exactly why he was here. Mycroft stalked towards him and John’s tongue darted out a moment before Mycroft was kissing him, pushing him against the edge of his desk.

John groaned and grabbed the front of Mycroft’s shirt, pushing his tongue into Mycroft’s mouth. With a growl Mycroft grabbed John’s hair and yanked his head back to attack his throat.

Moaning, John dragged his fingers through the thin hair. Mycroft’s teeth dragged along his skin until he sucked a mark just below his collar, making John’s eyes flutter closed.

John’s fingers went to Mycroft’s waistcoat but Mycroft grabbed his hands and with surprising deftness flipped John over and bent him over the desk.

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Here have some bottom!John, military kink, gunplay pwp:

Improper Usage of a Firearm – A bit of roleplay never hurt anyone. Especially when Sherlock has John on his knees and calling him Sir.

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Sherlock Holmes could have been a great actor. John was always surprised at the changes that could come over him when he took on a role, whether it was in dealing with a suspect or a witness, or, like now, just in their flat. He’d somehow acquired his own officer’s uniform, looking imperiously down at John with a swagger stick tucked under his arm. John himself was wearing camouflage, maybe a little tight around the belly these days, but it still carried a faint smell of sand and sweat.

“I think you need punished, don’t you, Private?” Sherlock’s voice carried cold authority.

Even though John was a terrible actor and it was a long time since boot camp, it was easy enough to fall into this role. “Yes, Sir.”

“Over the table, stance wide.”

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janto321:

Unshaven (888 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Beards (Facial Hair), Top John Watson, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Anal Sex, Reunion Sex
Summary:

Sherlock didn’t expect to find John with a beard.

janto321:

Mycroft Brings the Best Presents (1547 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Torchwood
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: jack harkness/mycroft holmes/greg lestrade, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Jack Harkness, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Birthday Sex, Threesome – M/M/M, Threesome, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rimming, Bottom Greg, Top Jack, Light Bondage, Kissing, Voyeurism, Birthday
Summary:

Mycroft brings Greg Jack Harkness for his birthday. It’s a present for all of them.

janto321:

A First Taste (720 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rimming, Top Sherlock, Bottom John, First Time Topping, Topping from the Bottom
Summary:

Sherlock asks to top

janto321:

Leather (946 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty
Characters: Sebastian Moran, Jim Moriarty
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alley Sex, Rough Sex, Leather Kink, Leather, Anal Sex, Wall Sex, Crossdressing
Summary:

Sebastian should have known Jim didn’t plan on going to this club just to see a client.

shellysbees inspired me to take another crack at Sherstrade, so here we go:

Life Preserver – Sherlock calls Lestrade when he needs help. Greg just hopes that’s enough to save him.

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“Oh for fuck’s sake,” growled Greg, heaving Sherlock to his feet and wrapping an arm around him. At least his car was close by. The young man was half out of his mind, but at least he didn’t fight as he was poured into the passenger seat and buckled in.

He should take him somewhere professional to get sober and clean up. But he didn’t want to do that. Ever since Sherlock had started showing up at his crime scenes, he’d been finding himself more and more intrigued. And when Sherlock had texted him tonight he hadn’t hesitated to come. Looked like he’d been roughed up a bit too, there was a cut on his temple.

They reached his flat and Greg helped him inside and into a chair. He went to make some extra strong coffee and get the first aid kit, pushing the mug into Sherlock’s hands and moving to clean up the cut.

“Ow,” hissed Sherlock, jerking away and suddenly far more awake.

“You’re welcome,” said Greg. “Drink your coffee.”

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I wanted to write stitchlock a birthday fic and asked her for ideas. She suggested getting florid about John Watson’s eyelashes. So that turned into this:

At My Most Beautiful – Sherlock loves to simply watch John in the early morning light. Sometimes it becomes something more.

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I lean against the doorway to our room, watching my lover sleep. A faint smile creases my features and there is a warmth in my heart. John always looks small in the early morning light. Awake, John is dynamic. He fills a room, or at least my mind, in a way most would never expect. And although here he looks less than imposing, underestimating John Watson is dangerous. I would know. He sleeps on his back, one arm tossed above his head. Though we had been intimate before falling asleep, sometime in the night he’d pulled on one of his undershirts, hiding his body from me. He is as self-conscious about his scars as I am of mine.

I turn my attention to what skin I can see and study his face. He is relaxed, softened. Unbothered by the nightmares that frequent us both. The steel blue eyes are hidden, golden lashes laying thickly on his cheek. He shifts as if aware of my gaze, eyes fluttering a moment before settling again. I cross the room and slip into bed beside him, sitting against the headboard as I resume my study of his careworn face.

An eyelash has fallen loose. I capture it and consider the way the light reflects the golden tones. Transfixed, I don’t realize he’s awoken until he speaks.

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