Sherlock BBC Prompting Meme

"we get all sorts around here."

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Prompting Part XXXIV
Giggles at the Palace
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Mycroft/fem!Sherlock, A/B/O, Menstruation

Omega!Sherlock lives with her older brother, Alpha!Mycroft, in Central London. She comes in particularly heavy that month, and the hormones drive Mycroft insane.

(Also compatible with John/fem!Sherlock and Moriarty/fem!Sherlock)

FILL PART 1/?: INTOXICATION (Holmescest, fem!Sherlock, omegaverse)

His car has barely come to a stop outside of his home before Mycroft is opening the door, finally able to stand on his two feet, on the pavement. After three hours on the road driving back from the monthly off-site meeting, held this month in the city of Bristol, Mycroft needs to stretch his body, all six foot two inches. He waits, impatiently, as his driver pulls his overnight bag and suitcase from the boot and passes them across. He gives the man a quick nod of dismissal and turns his back, long legs eating up distance of the short path to his front door, before the car engine has even started. Though to be fair, at twenty to midnight most people could excuse Mycroft his reluctance to dally, to stay out in the brisk, cold air of this inky black night.

Seconds later, the front door is locked behind him and his overnight bad ad suitcase placed next to the hallway table. Mycroft can’t hold back the yawn, and the crack of his jaw sounds like a gunshot in the quiet of the house. He blinks rapidly and even shakes his head in an attempt to clear the fuzzy feeling from his mind and listens for any signs of life.
Nothing. He presumes his sister is out for the night, or is already asleep. Neither option would surprise him the night after her monthly heat.

A sudden thought penetrates the drowsiness that’s settling upon him and he dives into his overnight bag and pulls out a small bag, leaving it on the side table where he knew his sister would find it the next morning. In the bag was a pack of tampons, a blister pack of painkillers he knew she preferred and a small bag of the Swiss chocolate he always craved.

After all, he might be the British Government, an alpha and a man but he knew better than to cross his omega sister just after her heat and during her period. That was why he had started the off-site meetings held each month in a different British city. He’s been predicting his sister’s heats for years; every month, right on his schedule, his car picked him up at five in the morning and he returned late the following night once the heat had passed. Only rarely did he have to tweak his schedule and he was thankful that Sherlock’s body was as habitual about her heats as she was about her experiments. If he ignored the small fact that he’d had to replace his entire range of tableware at least once a year and had to refurbish his kitchen twice.

And Mycroft was glad that the trip to Bristol didn’t need any minor rescheduling otherwise he’s sure he would still be listening to the whining of the Secretary of State for Health at how it would have clashed with … Mycroft ruthless cuts the errant train of thought off. He daren’t imagine what nonsense the politician gets up to in his free time. Why the man thought he could whine at Mycroft of all people was a little baffling but he’s sure that the plan already in play would stop the man from harassing him soon enough.

As he trudged up the stairs and into his own set of rooms on the left of the building, his tired mind cast back to the start of the week. Of how Sherlock, who was always quick to temper when faced with idiocy, had been snappy than normal with him when he offered her a cup of tea that Monday morning. He’d been careful not to draw any attention to the small spots that always seemed to appear on her pale skin at this time or her slightly bloated appearance, a lesson learnt in childhood and he still had the scars to remember that lesson, and the scolding from his mother still rang in his ears. And he definitely knew better than to remark on the fact that she wandered about their home wearing silk tops for most of the week, an attempt to ease the pain of rougher cotton against her sore nipples, a natural result of her body reacting to the omega chemicals coursing through her body. Mycroft was certain that mentioning that would have resulted in something worse than a couple of scars from sharp fingernails.

"Shezza" (S3 spoilers)

Something, anything, regarding Sherlock's addict persona and his time in drug dens. Gen or smut welcome.

Re: "Shezza" (S3 spoilers)

Yes please. I need more junkie!Sherlock in my life.

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It's been a while since we had any medfet on the meme. So let's have Doctor!John and Nurse!Mary play with Patient!Sherlock. Prostate massage, enemas, sounding, get it as kinky as possible.
(Fully consensual relationship please, and bonuses for it being Sherlock's first time and for description of aftercare)


Will always second more medfet on this meme.

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Mystrade, Mpreg

I don't think that I've ever seen any Preg!Mycroft before, so can I have wanton and hormonal six-month-pregnant Mycroft just wanting to be roughly fucked by Lestrade?

Gen or whatever. Sherlock racing

There's a lot of fix it and OT3 and sex so how about something silly?

Sherlock cross over with Sonic all stars racing or Mario Kart. So that's the Sherlock cast cars/go karts/ air planes/etc. in a race setting.

Bonus: Make it serious

Bonus 2: Make it close to the game that you use as possible

Epic Friendship, Please, And A Little AU

Hello! So, whilst I dearly love John/Sherlock in a romantic sense, what I'd ideally like right now is some epic platonic love ('cause they are so totally soul mates no matter what); all the love in the world if it's also extremely fluffy, and all my limbs for hurt/comfort- and recs are most certainly welcome, too.

But, if at all possible, with internal organs on offer, I would very much like to see some (once again, completely platonic)- female!Sherlock and John. Or, and this is something I don't think I've encountered before (I've been going through the old prompts but still have a way to go), at which point I offer any possible firstborn children for, well, gay!Sherlock and John platonic friendship love, where it really is 'all fine' and John is his best friend and champion, as always, of course, and Sherlock is not in love with him hopelessly but although only one facet of his character is different, it has a very wide reaching effect (think how much it totally changes his interactions with Irene, for example); although my head canon is that he's actually ace/demise dual, so maybe he's a homoromantic asexual (dating Victor Trevor? Lestrade?); the epic John/Sherlock friendship is really what I'm looking for, and this is getting long, sorry.

TL;DR: platonic John and Sherlock, please, in the loveliest way possible. Cheers!

Re: Epic Friendship, Please, And A Little AU

Yay for gay/homoromantic ace!Sherlock & straight!John.

clinical sex, masking emotions

John and Sherlock have had sex three or four times now (spaced out over a month or so), and so far it has been, in John's opinion (though he'll not admit it), a bit disappointingly clinical. Sherlock seems to be a proponent of the "get the job done when convenient, no frills, no soppiness" approach to sex. He isn't really into kissing during the act, there's no such thing as foreplay for him, and he's quite startlingly quiet, even during orgasm. John becomes incredibly self-conscious and eventually confronts Sherlock about it because he's worried Sherlock isn't enjoying himself (and Sherlock waves him off like he's being silly). Yadda, yadda, yadda... Eventually, they're having sex and there's some sort of weight behind it (maybe John was endangered on a case, making Sherlock particularly emotional), and at one point, Sherlock just seems to accidentally break for just a moment, enough for a glimpse of emotional!Sherlock; he whispers some sort of endearment, maybe, kisses John, etc., before getting extremely embarrassed and sinking back into his colder facade. Turns out, Sherlock has just been holding himself back, acting all detached and unemotional (even though inside he was going mad with it) because it embarrasses him that he feels that way, as it seemingly goes against all that he thought he held true about sentiment and emotion.

Re: clinical sex, masking emotions

I've never thought of this scenario or read a fic like it and now I'm wondering why, because it makes perfect sense and is very in character. Seconded with the burning power of 1,000 suns!

Lost Condom

John and Sherlock accidentally fall asleep whilst one is still inside of the other (a "stay for a bit" moment that turned into lights out for the night) and in the morning they discover they're now separated but the condom is still in the bottom's arse. Cue an awkward condom-retrieval scene (definitely using fingers, not...the toilet way).

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"How in the bloody world did this happen?"

Sherlock twisted his lip in between his lower teeth. "It's simple John. We are both heavy sleepers and I'm not used to another presence in my bed so I shifted and popped out after our romp."

The detective laid on his elbows, flat on his stomach, as he observed the juncture on John's lower half. The man tried not to flush at the close proximity nor Sherlock's gaze.

John sighed and tried to relax his body, legs spread with his hands on his thighs. He had such a good day yesterday too.

It started when John on his day off went to Tesco's and the pin machine actually worked without trouble for a change. Then he discovered the bank made an error after checking his account and they reimbursed him in his favour.

When he went back home the flat it remainded intact and Sherlock, of all people, offered to take him out to dinner for a change due to solving a double homicide the other day. John couldn't believe it at first, considering that they have been dating for about three months now without any major changes in their demeanour nor habits.

They ate their meals (yes Sherlock ate,) in between conversations before going out for drinks afterward. The two made it home in the wee hours of the morning; buzzed and full with good food as they staggered back to their flat in 221b.

John couldn't remember much after that; wild hurried kisses, sweaty bodies, and the feeling of fullness. They must have passed out after, which resulted in this.

"How the hell can a condom just slip out? Isn't it suppose to be air tight?"

"It was probably due to the semen residue. I produce slightly more than average due to years of celibacy so it made my member slick, which would cause it to part from your body."

John coughed; Sherlock said it like it was normal.

"Do you see it?" He changed the subject to more pressing matters.

"Not really." Sherlock frowned. "I need to stretch to see if I can reach it John."

The blond doctor thought about giving up and doing it the...other fashion but he was already embarrassed enough as it is.

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Sherlock/Molly multiple orgasms

Molly, as it turns out, is extremely orgasmic- she comes from almost no stimulation at all. Sherlock loves to see how far he can push her and how many times he can make her come in a single session. Up to you if John wants to join in, too.

Re: Sherlock/Molly multiple orgasms

Hnnnng. Please please please.

"Practically perfect people never allow sentiment to cloud their thinking." -- Mary Poppins, Mary Poppins (1964)

A Mary Poppins AU where Sherlock is the magical nanny that shows up to teach an emotionally distant father to connect with his children while taking the children on fantastical adventures. Bonus points if some effort is put into explaining why Sherlock is in the magical nanny business.

(sort of) AU, not quite so fast friends

I sort of envisioned this as a uni AU, but it could totally work set at the same time as ASiP...basically, John and Sherlock meet in any context BESIDES potential flatmates and hit it off about as well as they do on the show--which is to say, John is impressed and sort of weirded out, and Sherlock is intrigued by John and pleased to have somebody think he's so clever and amazing (instead of annoying), but since neither is in need of a flatmate, there's no need to become quite so fast friends and John never gets invited along on cases, etc.

BUT Sherlock is so unused to having somebody be not only interesting, but interested in him and his work, think he's incredible and, well, be nice to him and laugh at his jokes that he gets a little tiny bit...obsessed with John Watson. He desperately wants to be this man's...friend?, he supposes, but he has no clue how to go about it. None. Cue Sherlock semi-stalking John, turning up at odd moments and trying to be friendly, funny, or interesting but still being Sherlock and thinking "friendly" and "funny" mean "talking about murder and/or intensive emotional manipulation" and "interesting" means "babbling on about 243 types of tobacco ash and how they might be differentiated." John has no idea what to make of this guy, who is somewhere between extremely creepy and endearingly socially clueless. After some cuteness/misunderstandings/angst/awkwardness, the two eventually end up spending time together and John realizes he really likes Sherlock. You can take it in a shippy direction if you want to, but gen is 100% fine. Bonus points of Sherlock at some point thinks he's achieved a level of friendship such that he can "relax" and be a little more freely bizarre/rude, with John being basically like "what fresh hell is this?" Double bonus points for Sherlock awkwardly asking Mycroft how the hell to people and getting pretty much a crash course in manipulation and the importance of not having friends.

tl;dr: John and Sherlock meet and find one another intriguing, but neither is in the market for a flatshare. Sherlock becomes a bit obsessive/awkward/creepy/adorable/angsty in his attempt to make a friend. John comes round eventually.

Re: (sort of) AU, not quite so fast friends

Seconded, because dear Lord I do the same. Talking about preparing for the zombie apocalypse, rabbits and the best place to hide bodies, let alone the time in high school I accidentally convinced people I was a serial killer, all putting most normal people off, I can completely sympathise.

Sherlock is Anna, Moriarty is Hans, John is Kristoff, Greg is Olaf and, or course, Mycroft is Elsa.

Sherlock accepting that he will always find love in his friends and in John, but that no love will be stronger than that he and his brother share (much to their displeasure).

Non-consenual kissing

HLV alternative: Instead of the pissing in the fire scene, Magnussen forces Sherlock to kiss him. John is just stood there unable to do anything until after Magnussen and his men leave. The kiss leaves Sherlock feeling as dirty and violated as if he had been raped.

Re: Non-consenual kissing

i want this badly

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I need some silly cute fic

--season 3 spoilers--

when Sherlock's in hospital, someone (Molly? Lestrade? Mycroft?) brings him a teddy bear (or some other kind of plushie) for comfort. Sherlock thinks this is totally ridiculous but when he's alone and a bit in pain he actually quite likes cuddling it. of course someone has to walk in on him all cuddled up with his new friend.

Re: I need some silly cute fic

awwwwwwwwwwwwwww <3

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Mycroft is an awesome big brother, and always has been

Since I've seen a few horrible-big-brother Mycroft prompts, I'd like the opposite, please.

During a case/random visit/whatever, Sherlock and Mycroft are interacting and, at the end of the conversation, after Mycroft has helped him in some way (with a case, maybe), Sherlock says something along the lines of 'Thank you, Dad/Father'.

Mycroft doesn't even notice. Sherlock most certainly does. And has a sudden epiphany about the fact that Mycroft practically raised him, and did a bloody fine job of doing so.

He proceeds to show his appreciation in a very Sherlockian way. Bonus if Lestrade/Watson/Mary/anyone are there when this happens. Bigger bonus if Mycroft has no idea why Sherlock is suddenly being nice to him.

Re: Mycroft is an awesome big brother, and always has been

waaaaaaaaaaaaant. This is just too cute.


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