A series of vignettes involving Lestrade, Sherlock, and a certain pair of handcuffs. Eventual arrest fetish smut and numerous kinks we don’t need to discuss in polite company.
One of my favorite authors, taylorpotato. Do take a quick stroll through the tags, please!
Additional Tags: 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge, Closet Sex, more tags will be added, Masturbation, Smoking, Dom/sub, Spanking, Frottage, BDSM, Flogging, Negotiations, Relationship Negotiation, Kink Negotiation, Aftercare, Domestic Fluff, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Punishment, Gags, Sherlock is a Brat, Anal Play, Vibrators, Gunplay, Consensual Non-Consent, in, Roleplay, Rimming, Sleepy Sex, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Sherlock, Double Penetration, Sounding, Nipple Play, Blood, there is a happy ending
Summary:
At first everything is simple. It’s just sex. Release. So, how will Sherlock handle facing the fact that he might be falling for one Detective Inspector?
YAAAASSSSSS.
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Fourth story in Bittersweet is up. So many feels. I think this is a good ending to the series.
Demons – Sherlock acts out, but it leads to some necessary conversations between Greg and Sherlock.
teaser below the cut
ate in the morning Greg got a call to a scene. It didn’t seem that bad so he didn’t bother texting Sherlock about it. One thing led to another and it was four days before he realized he hadn’t heard from Sherlock at all. He texted and didn’t get an answer. Figuring he might be on a case he decided to give him some space.
When two more days had passed without any contact, Greg started to get worried. He went first to Baker Street and learned he hadn’t been home in at least a day. Cursing, he went back out to his car. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He should have paid closer attention. If Sherlock was hurting himself…shaking his head he started the car. It had been a long time, but he still knew a few places to go look.
The third club he walked into he spotted a familiar form in the corner. Taking a breath, he walked over. Sherlock was making out with a young blonde man. It was like a knife twisted in his gut, but he put a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. Starting, Sherlock raised his head and looked up at the inspector. He was high, at least going by his eyes. Greg squeezed.
“Hey, old man,” the object of Sherlock’s attention growled at him. “Shove off.”
“No, I don’t think so. I think it’s quite time for him to leave.”
The stranger reached for Sherlock’s hand. “You going to let your dad stop us when we’re just getting started?”
Sherlock got unsteadily to his feet. “Not my Dad.” He twisted in Greg’s hand and snogged him sloppily.”
Greg went very still, peeling Sherlock off him. The blonde stood, just a few inches taller. “Sugar daddy?”
“None of the above.” Greg met his eyes.
“Yeah, probably can’t get it up anyway.”
Greg seemed to barely move, but the blonde was stumbling back, grabbing his bloody nose. “Wanker punched me!” He waved in Greg’s direction.
Third story in the Sherstrade series, Bittersweet, is up.
Nightmares – Sherlock wakes Greg up with his nightmares.
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Greg woke quickly to a small noise. Sherlock had rolled over, back to him, sheets nearly thrown off. He whimpered a bit louder and Greg sat up against the headboard. The man was nearly curled into a ball, hands up as if protecting his head. He looked young and vulnerable in the darkness.
Reaching over, Greg carefully place a hand on his shoulder. “Sher,” he said softly. He jerked away. “Sherlock,” Greg’s voice was firmer. “You’re not there, wherever it is. Come back to me.”
There were a few more sounds. Greg kept talking and finally Sherlock’s body shifted and he raised his head. “Greg?” He asked cautiously.
Ghosts – A few nights after John’s wedding, Greg gets a text.
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Greg rolled over and grabbed his phone as it buzzed the second time. Come over – SH
Blinking, he saw it was just past 1 AM. sighing, he got up and threw in clothes. On my way -GL
The drive to Baker Street was familiar as he drove through the dark London streets. He knew why he was being called; John was still on his honeymoon.
Greg moved quietly up the stairs. They hadn’t been lovers since about six months before John had come onto the scene. They’d had their fun and had mutually decided they’d run their course. But still, here was, at going on two in the morning.
Sherlock was slumped in his chair. He stood as Greg came in and quickly crossed the room, taking his coat in both hands and kissing the older man desperately.
