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sherlockscockywink wanted a food fight. So here we go, silly and smutty:

Food Fight – Sherlock promised to make breakfast, but when does anything go according to plan?

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John and Sherlock stood in their pants in the early morning kitchen. John was glaring at the mess in Sherlock’s frying pan. “That is NOT how you make an omlette,” growled John.

 “Cooking is science,” said Sherlock calmly. “I am certain I am more than capable of producing an adequate breakfast.”

John reached past him and snatched the spatula. “You are a menace .”

Sherlock looked at his pan. “We did agree I would make breakfast today.”

“Yes and there’s a reason I don’t let you near the tea.”

The taller man pouted. “But John…”

Leaning up John kissed him gently, reaching for the pan at the same time. Sherlock caught his hand and there was a brief struggle for control until suddenly it slipped out of both their hands and Sherlock had egg running down his leg. John giggled.

Sherlock looked down at him, dragged his fingers through the mess and flicked it at him.

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Yep, I wrote another smutty fic today:

You Shield Me – John protecting Sherlock from thugs is nothing new. Neither is Sherlock protecting John from his nightmares.

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Sherlock winced as the gun blast echoed in the space. He glanced over to see John had moved his gun to a different target. But the men were dropping weapons now, the wounded one holding his arm. Sherlock’s phone was in his hand, already texting Lestrade. He couldn’t help but see the fear on their faces, the ice in John’s eyes. They were amateurs: John was not.

“Look, man, we didn’t want any trouble,” said one, keeping his hands up. John’s gun never wavered.

“The police will be here shortly,” said Sherlock, taking in the young man. Broken home, occasional drug use. Typical.

“You all right, Sherlock?” John’s voice was as calm as if discussing a cup of tea.

Sherlock stepped closer to him, barely brushed his hip with his hand. “Quite all right.”

John’s eyes flickered to Sherlock, tongue wetting his lips as he shifted his hold on the gun imperceptibly. Sherlock looked towards the door, small smile on his face. There was the sound of cars and he knew the police had arrived.

“Here are your thieves, Inspector,” said Sherlock as Lestrade led the way inside. “John shot one.”

“Just a little,” said John quickly. “He’s fine.”

Lestrade muttered about paperwork as John quickly slid his gun back into his jeans, covering it up with his jacket. Sherlock watched the action closely, never tired of it. More police were arriving now and they quickly slipped out the side door.

“Let’s get some dinner on the way home,” said John as if he hadn’t just been staring down half a dozen armed men.

Sherlock made a non-committed noise as they walked back towards the main road. He tugged John into an alley once they were far enough from the police cars and kissed him deeply. If it was up to him he’d kiss John in front of the Queen and everyone, but he knew John would rather fewer people know about them. And contrary to John’s belief he did listen. Sometimes.

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This short fic is a little different. It’s johnlock and mystrade in one fic. But I wanted to show the similarities between the two relationships. Mostly I’m just praying it makes sense:

Tandem – Two relationships, each unique, but also mirrors of one another in ways their participants never know.

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Sherlock lay awake, watching John sleep on his side. He looked almost boyish, lines of worry and stress smoothed out and softened by the moons soft light. One small hand lay curled on the pillow, forming a loose fist. The other hand was tucked under his chin, lost in shadows. His white t-shirt rode up, exposing the soft stomach.

Greg watched Mycroft sleep. It wasn’t unusual for the man to show up on his doorstep late at night. More often than not Greg was awake watching late night telly. He’d take the man to bed, maybe after a hot shower and they would sleep the way they slept best; side by side.

John’s chest rose steadily, heart strong and steady as always. Something worrisome must have crossed his dreams because his brow suddenly furrowed, lips parting to release a breathy whimper. Sherlock clasped the hand under John’s chin, feeling him squeeze, only relaxing when Sherlock’s lips brushed his cheek. John guarded Sherlock’s days; Sherlock guarded John’s nights.

Mycroft had seemed particularly bothered by something tonight. Greg wouldn’t even begin to guess the reason. It could be anything from a bit of cracked china to an attempt on the Queen. His brow was creased as he breathed softly, curled up on his side. He ran his hands down Mycroft’s back, soothing him. The man mumbled something and shifted. Greg leaned down to kiss his cheek, hand moving around to his chest. Mycroft whimpered. “You’re with me,” whispered Greg in his ear. “Safe.”

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Okay, so I wrote two smutfics today. This one is Mystrade and a bit inspired by that awesome gifset:

Midnight Touch – Mycroft’s been working too hard. Greg knows how to make him relax.

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Greg was one of the few people who could walk into Mycroft’s office without an invitation. Besides, it was nearly midnight and the office building was practically empty. The man was at his desk like usual, working on some paperwork. He barely looked up as the door opened. “What do you need, Gregory?”

“It’s almost midnight,” said Greg, walking towards him.

“I will hardly turn into a pumpkin.” Mycroft put his pen down. Greg could see the lines that said he’d barely been sleeping.

“Mycroft.” Greg put both hands on the desk and leaned over him.

The other man sighed and leaned back in his chair. “If I told you I have very important work to do would it matter?”

“Not one bit.” Stepping back, Greg started on the buttons of his shirt. Mycroft licked his lips as he watched him.

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thescienceofjohnlock wanted some top!Sherlock, so here’s a little pwp:

What John Didn’t Know He Wanted – Sherlock and John have been sleeping together a few weeks. This time Sherlock takes control.

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John panted, out of breath and near giggling as they came back into the flat. “Ridiculous,” he grinned, straightening to look at Sherlock.

For his part Sherlock was looking at him with naked lust. A shiver spiked down John’s back as he met his eyes and licked his lips. Sherlock moved first, cradling his head as he crushed his lips, need broadcasting down tongue and fingers straight to John’s cock. He moaned, surprised by the aggressiveness. He fisted Sherlock’s coat, yanking him closer.

Then Sherlock was pulling him down the hall, clothes falling in a trail behind them until they stood nude in Sherlock’s room. Sherlock pushed John onto the bed. Panic spiked down John’s back for just a few heartbeats as he looked up into Sherlock’s hungry eyes. They hadn’t done it this way before, but he found his cock twitching at the idea of his lover filling him over and over again. And clearly Sherlock wanted to try things this way for once.

“You want me,” John swallowed and smiled with come hither eyes, scooting back on the bed to grasp the headboard with both hands, tongue darting out again to wet his lips.

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I needed to write something short, smutty and fluffy, so here you go:

Wash Away the Bruises – Short post-case shower sex pwp.

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John sighed as the hot water struck his skin. Bits of blood swirled down the drain; not his. A bruise stained his right side where he’d taken the blow for Sherlock. At least they’d caught the bastard and he wouldn’t be hurting anyone else.

Still, he was tired and sore. The bathroom door opened and he smiled, letting the water run down his hair and face as he closed his eyes. Sherlock was almost silent as he stepped behind him. He rested a hand on his hip and kissed his shoulder.

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Would anyone be interested if I wrote a post-reichenbach smutfic of John finding comfort in Greg and Mycrofts bed?

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So..I wrote another smut fic.

Cuffed for Science – Sherlock storms into the bathroom to find John with his pants down. “Good! Just like I need you. it’s for a case!”

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“I require your  assistance John,” Sherlock opened the bathroom door.

“Sherlock!” John had his pants half up. “Knock, you bloody bastard!”

“No, no, you won’t need your pants. Or trousers.”

John stared daggers at his flatmate. “What do you need that won’t require pants?” he asked evenly, mentally counting to twenty.

“Come to my bedroom.”

John closed his eyes and upped the count to forty. “I’m not gay, Sherlock.”

“A man’s life depends on this, John, I need your assistance. I need to see how long it takes you to achieve orgasm.”

The mental count went to eighty before John opened his eyes. “Really?”

Sherlock gave John one of his looks. “It must be you, I cannot keep track of the various factors while masturbating myself. Besides. You need to be bound.”

John stared at him. “You want to tie me up and then do what?”

“Masturbate you. Do keep up, John. My bed is closer.”

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Have some short johnlockstrade this morning:

Poker Night – This wasn’t how Greg expected poker night to go. 

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This was not the way Greg had imagined this evening going. But fuck it all, he sure as hell wasn’t upset. John put down his cards with a wicked smile. Greg swore and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his pants, dropping them to the floor with the rest of his clothes. John was still dressed in socks, tshirt and pants; no wonder it had been his idea to play strip poker. Sherlock sulked in his pants. He’d refused to play the last two rounds. John looked Greg over appreciatively and took another drink. “Still not wanting to play, Sherlock?”

The man grumbled and tucked his head into his folded arms, slouching further into his chair.

John chuckled and stood, making his way around the coffee table to where Greg sat on the couch. As Greg watched, John climbed into his lap. Before he could react, John’s hands were in his hair. He kissed him hard, grinding slowly against his lap. 

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And one more Mystrade tonight. Also there may be plans for another one as well. But it’s 1am, so, have some smut,I’m going to bed

Make You Beg – Coming home Greg is surprised in his flat. But it’s the best kind of surprise.

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Greg Lestrade unlocked the door to his flat, tired after another long day. At least Sherlock and John were on this case; might even be solved by morning. He stepped inside, but before he could turn on the light, a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned but the gun was knocked from his hand before he could aim. A strong hand grabbed his arm and twisted, shoving him face first into the wall with a grunt.

“You have become slow,” said a familiar voice in his ear.

“One of these days I am going to shoot you,” grumbled Greg. “Aren’t you getting too old for this game?”

“On the contrary. It is a refreshing change of pace from the verbal dente.” He leaned in and nibbled Greg’s ear in a way that sent shivers down his spine and stirred the interest of his cock.

Greg pushed back, but he had a firm grip. “The polite thing to do is to ask.”

“You always do give in regardless,” his breath was warm on his ear. “Shall I take you against this wall, Gregory?”

Greg panted at the promise in his tone. That voice knew him too well, could pick him apart with just words. A hand dropped to his zip and stopped, waiting with infinite patience.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Please.” He swallowed hard. “Mycroft.”