Mini-Fills!
Here are just a few quick and random prompt fills I did in the past, in no particular order. I apologise in advance for SPAG errors and such.
Irene making Mycroft spank her
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Rated: R
Pairing: Mycroft/Irene.
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin ;) Also, I wrote something in the present tense. Gasp!
"I hope you realise that this is highly unusual, Ms. Adler," Mycroft Holmes says. He's looking at her with indifference, although the effect is slightly ruined by the rising flush in his cheeks. He circles her until she can see nothing but his long shadow.
Irene smiles against the back of her hands. She is wearing her battle dress, but her posture speaks of surrender. She is her knees and forearms, hands clasped before her as in a prayer.
"Consider this a parting gift, Mr. Holmes," she says, and rests her chin on her knuckles. "I always suspected you'd make a fine student. I'm only sorry I won't be around long enough to teach you."
The whip flies at her backside in a wide arc. She doesn't flinch when it lands, but lets out a soft sigh in appreciation.
"Surely you can do better than that?" She purrs. "I've been very naughty."
"Yes, and you will be punished for that," Mycroft says. He's studying her, she knows. More calculating than leering, and she shivers for the first time since she stepped out of her dress.
"But I do wonder why, of all people, you chose me for this task, Ms. Adler."
Irene smiles again. She curves her spine, and the sound of his hitched breath makes her skin tingle.
"There are very few people I'd allow to bring me to my knees, Mr. Holmes." She resists the urge to lick her lips, and adds, "A woman must have standards."
He considers this for just a moment. She can practically hear the gears in his mind turning.
"Begin counting, if you please," he says at last.
Cockslut!Sherlock
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Rated: NC-17
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Summary: What's a casual blowjob between friends?
The first time it had happened, the two of them had just returned home after the conclusion of a successful case. Sherlock was positively brimming with energy, and the two of them were laughing hard about something or another. And then, just like that, Sherlock was on him, shoving him against the kitchen wall.
It wasn't something they did regularly. But like most men, even the great Sherlock Holmes had needs. If those needs were best answered by bringing someone else pleasure, well, it was a little unexpected, John had to admit, but definitely, emphatically not unwelcome.
The first time happened when they've just returned to the flat after the conclusion of a successful case, Sherlock was absolutely brimming with energy and they were both laughing hard at something John couldn't even remember anymore. Before John was able to catch back his breath, Sherlock was on him, shoving him against the kitchen wall. He kissed him deeply, his hot, needy mouth pressing against John's.
"Good?" Sherlock asked when he finally pulled back, his hand cupping John's nape.
"Good." John gave his assent, breathing hard.
Sherlock flashed him a quick but shining smile before his mouth descended again to press against John's. John recovered enough to suck Sherlock's tongue into his mouth, following the movements of his flatmate's head. He wrapped his hands around Sherlock's waist and pulled him closer, grunting in pleasure when he felt the hard-on pushing against his stomach. He palmed it through the fabric of Sherlock's trousers. The other man broke off the kiss at the contact, and gave out a little approving sign. John grinned at his response.
Sherlock kissed his brow in appreciation, and then began to slide down John's body, pressing up against John as he did so. He kneeled at John's feet, hands caressing John's thighs. "John." He breathed, mouthing John's cock through his trousers. "May I?"
'Fuck' John thought before his brain regained speech. "Yeah," he said, surprised and more than a little turned on by the deepening of his own voice. "How long have you wanted this?" He asked, and ran his hands through Sherlock's hair.
Sherlock hummed a little as he worked to release John's cock from his trousers and pants. He didn't pull them down, opting only to pull out the rock hard prick and run his hand along the shaft.
"A while," he said and kissed the tip, before his tongue darted out to lick at the slit. He cupped John's balls in his other hand and fuck, John's brain seemed to have lost its speech function again.
Sherlock leaned closer to lap at John's balls, drawing one into his mouth and sucking gently, rolling it around his mouth. He drew his face upwards to tongue at the base of John's cock, leaving suckling kisses on the underside. The sight of his prick resting on Sherlock's face was possibly the hottest thing John had ever seen.
"Sherlock," John said breathlessly. "Stop teasing."
John heard the man chuckle before the head of his cock was engulfed in a tight heat. Sherlock sucked on the head, making little suction noises as he did so. He unzipped his own trousers, sighing around John's cock with relief as palmed himself distractedly, his other hand wrapped around John's shaft and began sliding back and forth, his saliva easing the movements.
John rested his hand hesitantly on the back of Sherlock's head, who in response moaned in approval and edged forward, swallowing around John's prick. Getting the hint, John applied the slightest pressure to Sherlock's head, and began to thrust into the willing mouth.
Sherlock's hand around his own prick quickened its pace. He leaned forward and took John cock into his mouth completely, coming to a still with his nose pressed against John's pubs, making little choking sounds. He stayed like that for several seconds, impaled on John's prick before pulling back entirely, a line of spittle following from the head of John's cock to him mouth. He looked up at John, catching his eyes. His face was flushed and was grinning, catching his breath. He looked utterly debauched.
He continued to wank himself off, kneeling on the kitchen floor. His other hand went back to wrap around John, who groaned. John wrapped his own hand around Sherlock's, jerking himself off in enthusiastically.
Sherlock began licking John's cock, sliding his wet tongue between their entwined fingers, not caring when he was smacked in the face by the erratic movements. John pulled Sherlock's hand off and dragged him forward by the hair, until the other wrapped his lips around him again. He face-fucked his flatmate until he could feel the telling pressure building up in his balls.
He came hard into Sherlock's mouth, hips continuing to jerk forward with his thrusts until every last drop was swallowed. He released Sherlock's hair, and the other pulled back slowly, releasing John's prick from his mouth with a final little suck.
Sherlock leaned back on his heels. He came as well, John realised, coating his own hand with his come. Before John knew it, Sherlock brought his hand to his mouth, licking it clean. He smiled up at John before leaning forward again, tucking him back in his trousers.
"Well," Sherlock said, standing up and pressing a quick kiss to John's lips. "That was fun. We should make a habit of it."
BAMF!John to the rescue
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Rated: PG-13
Pairing: John/Sherlock, established.
Warnings: slight non-con.
Summary: Random guy starts hitting on Sherlock, and doesn't take no for an answer. John won't stand for that.
Sherlock scowled, searching the crowd for his partner. It was hopeless; the night club was completely packed with party-goers. The smell in the room was a reflection of that, coupled with the odour of stale beer. He would be forced to send his clothes to the dry cleaners tomorrow, no doubt.
A friend of John from university was due to marry that week. Apparently this was his way of celebrating his last night as a bachelor. Sherlock wasn't sure why John insisted on his company tonight if he was just going to disappear not twenty minutes after they arrived. He said it would be weird for him to show up alone. Sherlock was under the impression that stag parties often took place without the men's significant others in the picture, but perhaps that rule was different when one's significant other was also male? Sherlock only agreed to come anyway because he thought this way he'd be able to skip on the actual wedding. Weddings were hopelessly tedious.
Sherlock sighed and climbed up the stairs to the top floor of the nightclub, making his way to the balcony that overlooked most of the establishment. He found himself a relatively secluded spot, and leaned forward against the balcony railing. Let John do the legwork, he'd find him eventually. At least Sherlock won't have to mingle until then.
He scanned the crowd. The place was full to the brim with men in various stages of intoxication, and at least a few who were pretending to be more inebriated than they really were. A couple on the dance floor were doing their best to copulate with their clothes still on. Bodies wriggled against one another in a frantic dance, out of sync with the loud music thumping in his ears.
A hand slide down his back and he turned around, expecting to see John and frowning when he was met with a stranger. The man was tall, handsome and exuded an aura of confidence. He was also quite obviously drunk; swaying slightly on his feet. He reached to grab the railing with one hand, leaning casually and far too close for Sherlock's liking. Sherlock stood his ground, glared at the man who did not seem to take the hint.
"What's a gorgeous guy like you doing here on his own?" The man shouted over the music, his breath rank with the smell of alcohol.
"Shove off," Sherlock said loudly. A quick glance told him that the man was high on more than just alcohol.
The man backed off the slightest bit, hands held up in a gesture of surrender, "And he bites! Sorry, didn't mean to push your buttons," He shouted, grinning widely, "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"Try reincarnation," Sherlock suggested dryly, quite bored already. He turned away from the man, and made his way downstairs.
"How about I buy you a drink instead?" The man followed close behind Sherlock, shouting in his ear to make himself heard.
"Are you deaf? I'm not interested." Sherlock gave the man a quick glance. "I'm sure your boyfriend will object, anyway. He's been calling your phone all night."
He used the man's confusion to slip away into the crowd, effectively shaking him off. Making his way across the room, he checked his mobile again, but John still hadn't responded to his text, probably hadn't felt the phone going off with all the noise around them. Noise that was grating on Sherlock's nerves. He stood on his tip toes, scanning the sea of people. Catching a glimpse of familiar dirty blond hair, his lips twitched and he pushed through the crowd in pursuit of his lead.
He startled when he was pulled against a broad chest, arms pinned to his sides. "So how about that drink?" the man from before said, nuzzling Sherlock's ear. The man rubbed his clothed erection against Sherlock's backside.
Sherlock gritted his teeth, and prepared to teach the arsehole how to keep his hands to himself when the weight disappeared suddenly from behind him. He turned around to see the man clutching his wrist, doubling over in pain. No one paid the slightest bit of attention to him.
"This guy bothering you, Sherlock?" John said, appearing beside him.
"Not anymore," He said, one eyebrow rising.
"I've been looking everywhere for you." John said, and Sherlock chuckled at the absurdity of it. John pulled Sherlock firmly against him, swaying them slightly to the music. "You all right?" He asked.
He smiled. "Absolutely."
Hope you enjoyed! :)
Irene making Mycroft spank her
Link to prompt
Rated: R
Pairing: Mycroft/Irene.
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin ;) Also, I wrote something in the present tense. Gasp!
"I hope you realise that this is highly unusual, Ms. Adler," Mycroft Holmes says. He's looking at her with indifference, although the effect is slightly ruined by the rising flush in his cheeks. He circles her until she can see nothing but his long shadow.
Irene smiles against the back of her hands. She is wearing her battle dress, but her posture speaks of surrender. She is her knees and forearms, hands clasped before her as in a prayer.
"Consider this a parting gift, Mr. Holmes," she says, and rests her chin on her knuckles. "I always suspected you'd make a fine student. I'm only sorry I won't be around long enough to teach you."
The whip flies at her backside in a wide arc. She doesn't flinch when it lands, but lets out a soft sigh in appreciation.
"Surely you can do better than that?" She purrs. "I've been very naughty."
"Yes, and you will be punished for that," Mycroft says. He's studying her, she knows. More calculating than leering, and she shivers for the first time since she stepped out of her dress.
"But I do wonder why, of all people, you chose me for this task, Ms. Adler."
Irene smiles again. She curves her spine, and the sound of his hitched breath makes her skin tingle.
"There are very few people I'd allow to bring me to my knees, Mr. Holmes." She resists the urge to lick her lips, and adds, "A woman must have standards."
He considers this for just a moment. She can practically hear the gears in his mind turning.
"Begin counting, if you please," he says at last.
Cockslut!Sherlock
Link to prompt
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Summary: What's a casual blowjob between friends?
The first time it had happened, the two of them had just returned home after the conclusion of a successful case. Sherlock was positively brimming with energy, and the two of them were laughing hard about something or another. And then, just like that, Sherlock was on him, shoving him against the kitchen wall.
It wasn't something they did regularly. But like most men, even the great Sherlock Holmes had needs. If those needs were best answered by bringing someone else pleasure, well, it was a little unexpected, John had to admit, but definitely, emphatically not unwelcome.
The first time happened when they've just returned to the flat after the conclusion of a successful case, Sherlock was absolutely brimming with energy and they were both laughing hard at something John couldn't even remember anymore. Before John was able to catch back his breath, Sherlock was on him, shoving him against the kitchen wall. He kissed him deeply, his hot, needy mouth pressing against John's.
"Good?" Sherlock asked when he finally pulled back, his hand cupping John's nape.
"Good." John gave his assent, breathing hard.
Sherlock flashed him a quick but shining smile before his mouth descended again to press against John's. John recovered enough to suck Sherlock's tongue into his mouth, following the movements of his flatmate's head. He wrapped his hands around Sherlock's waist and pulled him closer, grunting in pleasure when he felt the hard-on pushing against his stomach. He palmed it through the fabric of Sherlock's trousers. The other man broke off the kiss at the contact, and gave out a little approving sign. John grinned at his response.
Sherlock kissed his brow in appreciation, and then began to slide down John's body, pressing up against John as he did so. He kneeled at John's feet, hands caressing John's thighs. "John." He breathed, mouthing John's cock through his trousers. "May I?"
'Fuck' John thought before his brain regained speech. "Yeah," he said, surprised and more than a little turned on by the deepening of his own voice. "How long have you wanted this?" He asked, and ran his hands through Sherlock's hair.
Sherlock hummed a little as he worked to release John's cock from his trousers and pants. He didn't pull them down, opting only to pull out the rock hard prick and run his hand along the shaft.
"A while," he said and kissed the tip, before his tongue darted out to lick at the slit. He cupped John's balls in his other hand and fuck, John's brain seemed to have lost its speech function again.
Sherlock leaned closer to lap at John's balls, drawing one into his mouth and sucking gently, rolling it around his mouth. He drew his face upwards to tongue at the base of John's cock, leaving suckling kisses on the underside. The sight of his prick resting on Sherlock's face was possibly the hottest thing John had ever seen.
"Sherlock," John said breathlessly. "Stop teasing."
John heard the man chuckle before the head of his cock was engulfed in a tight heat. Sherlock sucked on the head, making little suction noises as he did so. He unzipped his own trousers, sighing around John's cock with relief as palmed himself distractedly, his other hand wrapped around John's shaft and began sliding back and forth, his saliva easing the movements.
John rested his hand hesitantly on the back of Sherlock's head, who in response moaned in approval and edged forward, swallowing around John's prick. Getting the hint, John applied the slightest pressure to Sherlock's head, and began to thrust into the willing mouth.
Sherlock's hand around his own prick quickened its pace. He leaned forward and took John cock into his mouth completely, coming to a still with his nose pressed against John's pubs, making little choking sounds. He stayed like that for several seconds, impaled on John's prick before pulling back entirely, a line of spittle following from the head of John's cock to him mouth. He looked up at John, catching his eyes. His face was flushed and was grinning, catching his breath. He looked utterly debauched.
He continued to wank himself off, kneeling on the kitchen floor. His other hand went back to wrap around John, who groaned. John wrapped his own hand around Sherlock's, jerking himself off in enthusiastically.
Sherlock began licking John's cock, sliding his wet tongue between their entwined fingers, not caring when he was smacked in the face by the erratic movements. John pulled Sherlock's hand off and dragged him forward by the hair, until the other wrapped his lips around him again. He face-fucked his flatmate until he could feel the telling pressure building up in his balls.
He came hard into Sherlock's mouth, hips continuing to jerk forward with his thrusts until every last drop was swallowed. He released Sherlock's hair, and the other pulled back slowly, releasing John's prick from his mouth with a final little suck.
Sherlock leaned back on his heels. He came as well, John realised, coating his own hand with his come. Before John knew it, Sherlock brought his hand to his mouth, licking it clean. He smiled up at John before leaning forward again, tucking him back in his trousers.
"Well," Sherlock said, standing up and pressing a quick kiss to John's lips. "That was fun. We should make a habit of it."
BAMF!John to the rescue
Link to prompt.
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: John/Sherlock, established.
Warnings: slight non-con.
Summary: Random guy starts hitting on Sherlock, and doesn't take no for an answer. John won't stand for that.
Sherlock scowled, searching the crowd for his partner. It was hopeless; the night club was completely packed with party-goers. The smell in the room was a reflection of that, coupled with the odour of stale beer. He would be forced to send his clothes to the dry cleaners tomorrow, no doubt.
A friend of John from university was due to marry that week. Apparently this was his way of celebrating his last night as a bachelor. Sherlock wasn't sure why John insisted on his company tonight if he was just going to disappear not twenty minutes after they arrived. He said it would be weird for him to show up alone. Sherlock was under the impression that stag parties often took place without the men's significant others in the picture, but perhaps that rule was different when one's significant other was also male? Sherlock only agreed to come anyway because he thought this way he'd be able to skip on the actual wedding. Weddings were hopelessly tedious.
Sherlock sighed and climbed up the stairs to the top floor of the nightclub, making his way to the balcony that overlooked most of the establishment. He found himself a relatively secluded spot, and leaned forward against the balcony railing. Let John do the legwork, he'd find him eventually. At least Sherlock won't have to mingle until then.
He scanned the crowd. The place was full to the brim with men in various stages of intoxication, and at least a few who were pretending to be more inebriated than they really were. A couple on the dance floor were doing their best to copulate with their clothes still on. Bodies wriggled against one another in a frantic dance, out of sync with the loud music thumping in his ears.
A hand slide down his back and he turned around, expecting to see John and frowning when he was met with a stranger. The man was tall, handsome and exuded an aura of confidence. He was also quite obviously drunk; swaying slightly on his feet. He reached to grab the railing with one hand, leaning casually and far too close for Sherlock's liking. Sherlock stood his ground, glared at the man who did not seem to take the hint.
"What's a gorgeous guy like you doing here on his own?" The man shouted over the music, his breath rank with the smell of alcohol.
"Shove off," Sherlock said loudly. A quick glance told him that the man was high on more than just alcohol.
The man backed off the slightest bit, hands held up in a gesture of surrender, "And he bites! Sorry, didn't mean to push your buttons," He shouted, grinning widely, "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"Try reincarnation," Sherlock suggested dryly, quite bored already. He turned away from the man, and made his way downstairs.
"How about I buy you a drink instead?" The man followed close behind Sherlock, shouting in his ear to make himself heard.
"Are you deaf? I'm not interested." Sherlock gave the man a quick glance. "I'm sure your boyfriend will object, anyway. He's been calling your phone all night."
He used the man's confusion to slip away into the crowd, effectively shaking him off. Making his way across the room, he checked his mobile again, but John still hadn't responded to his text, probably hadn't felt the phone going off with all the noise around them. Noise that was grating on Sherlock's nerves. He stood on his tip toes, scanning the sea of people. Catching a glimpse of familiar dirty blond hair, his lips twitched and he pushed through the crowd in pursuit of his lead.
He startled when he was pulled against a broad chest, arms pinned to his sides. "So how about that drink?" the man from before said, nuzzling Sherlock's ear. The man rubbed his clothed erection against Sherlock's backside.
Sherlock gritted his teeth, and prepared to teach the arsehole how to keep his hands to himself when the weight disappeared suddenly from behind him. He turned around to see the man clutching his wrist, doubling over in pain. No one paid the slightest bit of attention to him.
"This guy bothering you, Sherlock?" John said, appearing beside him.
"Not anymore," He said, one eyebrow rising.
"I've been looking everywhere for you." John said, and Sherlock chuckled at the absurdity of it. John pulled Sherlock firmly against him, swaying them slightly to the music. "You all right?" He asked.
He smiled. "Absolutely."
Hope you enjoyed! :)