#johnstradelock

Our SRP community has some incredibly talented people, and it’s time we gave them the love they deserve for all their hard work!

⬡　sanguisuga

Mystrade is my biggie, but I have Johncroft, Johncroftstrade, Johnstrade, Sherstrade, Johnstradelock, Johnstradelockcroft, Holmescest, Hartcroft and Greggsy. The Greggsy is probably the rarest.

⬡　eloquated

Mostly Mylock/Holmescest and Sherlolly, with a healthy squiggle of Gen and a dash of Mystrade and other things!

⬡　MissDavis

My first love in the Sherlock fandom is Johnlockary and it’s still my favorite. Here is the link to my Johnlockary fics on AO3.

⬡　lord-of-nerdy-art

My blog is an art blog. I specialise in pictures that transform when you click them (it’s difficult to explain). My main ship is Sheriarty and I also do crossover related stuff (usually wholock).

⬡　sunken-standard

I really don't do a lot of self-promotion, but I started off from the early days with rare pairs (John/ Molly, Sherlock/ Victor, then eventually Sherlock/ Molly and even a little Molly/ Mary and Sherlock/ Janine).

⬡　EmmaSpencer

Hi! I'm a dedicated Mystrade fanfic wirter. I haven't verntured to other ships so far. But I have a few Mystrade in Hogwarts fics. 

⬡　Lavender_and_Vanilla

OT3: Lestrade/John/Sherlock. Post return. Ignores S3. 

In Sherlock's bedroom, there is a box.  Shiny, black, sleek.  It is locked, and only Sherlock has the key.  Inside lay two leather collars, one silver, one gold. *************

John's phone dings.  A one word text:  "Gold."  He smiles and pays for the groceries. *************

Lestrade's phone dings.  A one word text:  "Silver."  He smiles, leaves his office and hails a cab. *************

They reach 221B at the same time.

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I’m not jealous of John’s relationship with Lestrade I just don’t see why they feel it’s necessary to keep from shagging at Baker Street. They’ve been together for six months now and not once have they come back to the flat to have sex. It’s not like it would bother me and if it did I could always leave for a while. I mean I kick John out of the flat pretty often to go to my mind palace so it’s only fair that I have to vacate from time to time as well.

I bet they think that if they come back here to shag I’ll ask them to be part of some sex experiment which I have to watch or record.

That sounds like them now, that’s right I told John I’d be at Bart’s tonight, I should hide, well not hide exactly but get out of their way. I’ll go to my room, keep the lights off until they’ve gone to John’s then just stay there until they’re finished and act like I didn’t hear anything. That’s exactly what I’ll do.

They haven’t gone up to John’s room yet. Are they going to do it in the living room? They better not use my chair, I would have noticed if they’d done it there before. Wouldn’t I? Of course I would have. I see and observe. That’s what I do.

It sounds like they’re moving upstairs now. Good, the sound will be more muffled if they’re in John’s room.

I wonder if they’re always this loud? Does John call Lestrade by his first name or his last when he comes? I shouldn’t be thinking about this. This is exactly why they never shag here. I should leave or I’ll sit here in the dark trying to deduce the sex they’re having.

John is definitely on top, from the sound the bed is making likely lowering himself onto Lestrade’s cock. Greg’s cock. That was definitely a Greg. I shouldn’t do this. It’s an invasion of their privacy. I’m just going to get up and leave the flat as soon as I take care of this erection I seem to have developed.

Oh god, Lestrade has John on his back now. They’re picking up their pace. Wait for me. I’m close, so close and I’ve barely even touched myself yet. Hiding was a mistake. I should have let them know I was here and offered to leave if they intended to have sex.

Does John let Lestrade stroke him to completion or does he do it himself? I bet he lets Lestrade do it, making him come from inside and out. That’s the John I know. And Lestrade is probably rougher as he gets closer to release.

Any minute now, that’s it, yes, good. At least I managed not to make too much noise as I came. Considering how loud they were they probably still don’t know I’m here. I’m just going to take a quick nap and then I’ll leave for a while and come back.

I wonder if Mycroft’s cameras and other various recording devices picked any of that up. I don’t need the video, just the audio. I’ll tell him it’s for an experiment.

It’s morning. I slept all night. Oops. I wonder if Lestrade is still here. I should get dressed, maybe just my dressing gown and pajamas. Definitely more than just my bed sheet don’t know how my body will react to seeing them in the flesh after last night.

"Morning Sherlock," John says greeting me. He hasn’t dressed either. Neither has Lestrade. Since when did he start keeping clothes here? They both look very pleased with themselves. They can’t possibly know that I was home last night, can they?

"Morning," I reply. They know, they definitely know I got off on hearing then get off.

"Sherlock, are you alright?" John asks me. Of course I’m not alright I got off on you and Lestrade shagging last night and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do about it.

"I’m fine," I reply.

"If this is about last night it’s fine. It’s good actually. We all know relationships aren’t your area but if you’re interested," John explains hesitantly.

"Interested?" I ask thinking I must have misheard him.

"Interested in us," Lestrade chimes in from the living room, "you weren’t nearly as quiet as you thought you were."

"Greg," John scolds him.

"Well he wasn’t," Lestrade replies defensively and John chuckles. I finally see why they work as a couple and I think, I think I want to be a part of that.

"Nothing ventured nothing gained," I agree and they both seem pleased with my decision. Truthfully I’m pleased as well.

Johnlock - Sell your soul

"I’d sell my soul for a long lasting relationship" John said aloud after his ninth breakup in as many months.

Little did the army doctor know that his flat mate’s brother was a demon and happened to over hear his statement. Using a lose interpretation of contract law he accepted John’s offer to sell his soul for a long lasting relationship.

Since John wasn’t specific about the type of relationship Mycroft took the liberty of making John’s relationship with his little brother the one which would fulfill the contract. When Sherlock jumped off a building and killed himself Mycroft resurrected his brother to keep the contract going.

Sherlock and John remained partners in crime well into their seventies and continued to live together once they retired from detective work. When Sherlock died, Mycroft came to collect the soul John had unknowingly promised him years ago, a soul John gladly gave in order to be with his best friend once again.

jfkdsa;fjkda!!! Mycroft as a crossroads daemon!! YESPLEASE!~♥

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torchwood221b submitted:

Johnstradelock - little spoon

(Greg’s POV)

John and I take turns being the little spoon. It started innocently enough, well, I say innocently. I’ll spare you the details but suffice it to say that the three of us had just solved a case and come back to 221b to have sex, when it was over John and I insisted that Sherlock stay in bed with us and at least take a post coital nap. To make his escape difficult we put him in the middle, he slept a full eight hours and so did we. Ever since then we make Sherlock sleep in the middle and sixty percent of the time he sleeps. Considering how little he slept before I’ll be the little spoon every night if it will get him to sleep for even a couple of hours.

ohmygoooooooosh!!! *squeaks* ~♥

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torchwood221b submitted:

Mimmock - ice cream in the snow

Dear diary,

Last night was the first snowfall of the season and for some reason Gene insisted on taking me out for ice cream. Once we got our cones, mint chocolate chip for me and Neapolitan for him, he insisted we go for a walk in the snow while we ate. I thought it was strange at first but then he explained that when he was a kid his parents wouldn’t keep ice cream in the freezer during winter so during the first snow fall they would all go out for their last ice cream cone of the year. Gene doesn’t actually observe his family’s tradition of abstaining from ice cream all winter long but he still goes out for ice cream during the first snow.

Don’t tell Gene but I was secretly hoping he was taking me out during the snow to propose.

jkfd;lafjka;fdskjas;l!!! SO CUTE!!! ~♥

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torchwood221b submitted:

Mystrade - when I wake up

(Mycroft’s POV)

I have never been a morning person but when I wake up next to a certain detective inspector (who finally divorced his wife) I think I might be becoming one. Greg doesn’t need to get up for work nearly as early as I do so I get the opportunity to watch him sleep for a few minutes before I get out of bed.

He’ll be awake in a half hour or so and in this state he tends to talk in his sleep. Eighty percent of the time he talks about work which includes my brother’s involvement in a case a minuscule amount of the time, from the way the media had portrayed things you’d think Sherlock is involved in all but a few of Lestrade’s cases. The other twenty percent of his sleep talking, give or take, is about me. I must admit that I’m flattered by this, especially since dream me is apparently the perfect lover, devilishly handsome, extremely witty and utterly brilliant (his words not mine.)

Today is devoted to Sherlock, or more specifically Greg telling Sherlock and John not to do something I couldn’t quite make out. I’ll ask him about it over our morning tea…