Sherlock BBC Prompting Meme

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Prompting: Part XI
Giggles at the Palace
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Please check the Sticky Post to find the newest active part and post your prompts there.

Prompts from this post can be filled on the Overflow Post




GENERAL GUIDELINES
+Anon posting is most definitely allowed, but not required.
+All kinds of fills are accepted! Fic, art, vids, cosplay, interpretive dance--whatever. Go wild! :D
+Keep things neat! Read prompts before you post to see if something similar has already been done, and while you are encouraged to prompt as much as you like, try to fill as well.
+Please do not re-post prompts unless the last time they were prompted was on an older part. Simply put: ONE posting of each prompt per part.
+Until further notice, RPF (real person fic, i.e. fic involving the actors themselves) is not supported at this meme.
+Depending on the rate of activity, there may or may not be a prompt freeze when a part reaches 2000 and 4500 comments.
+However, there will be one when it reaches 7000. Also at 7000, a new part will be posted, and all prompting should happen on the new part.
+Multiple fills are encouraged! :) Just because a prompt has already been claimed or written by someone, do not be afraid to offer up a second fill.

THE FILLED PROMPTS POST
There's a link to this at the bottom of the post. I ask that if the part you wanted isn't up yet, just wait and one of the archivists will get to it, but please, once it is up, please make sure you post your fills there according to the guidelines. DO NOT skip out on doing this because it seems like too much effort.
Do not be afraid to ask questions about how it works if you are confused! The mod would be happy to explain.

CONTACTING MODS
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RE: OFFENSIVELY WORDED PROMPTS
Guys, I will only put in one reminder about this.
Think before you prompt about the way you are asking. It isn’t difficult, and it will only take a minute or so of your time.

I also urge you to consider warning not just for triggery prompts, but also for fills, because some people will be viewing in flat view.

That said...
DISCLAIMER
This is a kink meme. As such, there will be prompts that could offend you in a number of different ways. Not every prompt will have a trigger warning, and not every prompt will rub you the right way. If you have an issue with a specific prompt, feel free to bring it up in a discussion that takes place off the meme. However, flaming will not be tolerated regardless of origin.
You have rights to an opinion, of course, just as you have the right to scroll right past a prompt that you dislike.

Remember, guys; Be civil, be friendly, but don’t be shy!

LINKS AND AFFILIATES
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Check the Sticky Post to find a list of all the prompting posts.
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Love Post - Rant Post - Chatter Post
Sherlock RPF Request Post
Overflow Post

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Lestrade is a young PC who gets a call to shut down a disturbance at a party/nightclub. What he finds there are a bunch of university-age kids on drugs, and, in particular, a pretty dark-haired boy covered in glitter and high up on cocaine who tries to proposition Lestrade as a bribe.

Does Lestrade take the bribe? Does he stand strong and lock him up? Or does he take the kid home, and wash the glitter off his face, and put him to sleep in Lestrade's own bed?

FUCK! This could be so HOT! Seconded!

Thirded! :D

I need this deliciously naughty prompt to be filled people!

I need this more than I need OXYGEN.

ALL RIGHT BITCHES
NC-17 FILL OF FILTHINESS IS ON THE WAY
LEMME JUST EAT SOME BEN&JERRY'S FIRST.


YOU KNOW. TO GET IN THE MOOD.

EVERY FUCKING WORD OF THIS COMMENT MAKES ME TINGLE WITH EXCITEMENT.

OP IS QUIVERING IN ANTICIPATION

DELICIOUS ANTICIPATION

HERE HAVE SOME PRONS (1/?)

(Anonymous)
BEFORE YOU READ THIS YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT: A) I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING THIS DIRTY BEFORE AND B) I PROBABLY GOT POLICE STUFF WRONG, BUT WE'RE ALL HERE FOR THE SECKS ANYWAY SO DEAL WITH IT. CARRY ON.

3:08 AM

Lestrade gasped. "Oh, shit - "

At the moment, there was this: A tongue running up the side of his neck, obscenely long fingers sneaking into the waistband of his sensible trousers, the tickle of black curls against his earlobe.

And then there was this: "Still not convinced, Constable Lestrade?", drawled in a baritone rumble against his lips.

Then a hand was wrapping around his cock, and for a millisecond Lestrade's body was torn between jerking at the hips and shuddering all down the spine -- and then it was doing both and a hoarse, drawn-out gasp was the only sound he seemed capable of making. He bucked into the white hand, unable to stop himself, and was reprimanded with a nip to his shoulder and the restraining press of slender hips against his, though this was not, as such, unpleasant. In fact, well -

His thoughts sputtered and died out as the fingers began to move at an almost cruel speed. He could feel the wallpaper behind him now, cold and invasive against the stretch of bare skin between his lowered pants and rucked-up shirt, the pebbled texture a sharp contrast to the cool smoothness of the hand servicing him. His hands scrabbled for purchase, anywhere, running restlessly over his chest and face and grasping fruitlessly at the wall above his head. A series of whimpers emerged, unbidden, from his lips.

Sherlock's lips curved wickedly against his throat.

12:42 AM

" - I understand, sir," Lestrade said tiredly into his phone, "Things are just a bit rowdy down here. We'll have it cleared up in no time. Oi, get off, you bloody tosser - sorry, not you, sir - "

He covered the mouthpiece for a moment and cast around, trying to spot another squad member in the jumble of mile-high uni students. "DONOVAN," he hollered over the hubbub, "WHERE ARE YOU? HOW MANY ARE LEFT?"

An unintelligible answering shout came from behind one of the police cars. A very displeased-looking Sally poked her head over the hood.

"What was that?" Lestrade yelled back.

"I said, nearly done now. Just need to put this lot in the van. Listen, you go in and do one last sweep, me and Anderson'll take care of these kids."

"Will do." Lestrade put the phone back to his ear and murmured, "Yes, sir, just cleanup left. Er. Yes. No, don't trouble yourself, sir, it's all sorted. All right, see you tomorrow."

He snapped his phone closed, massaged his temples a bit, and re-entered the club, which was still shadowy despite the fact that they'd turned on all the lights. The concrete floor was strewn with debris of both the glittery and questionable kind, which Lestrade skirted smartly. No sense getting these shoes dirty. They still had a year left in them, at least.

Outside, the rest of the squad was leaving, the druggie-laden van speeding off with a faint rumble. A few officers remained, but they too soon would depart. Hopefully, Lestrade would be with them. It had been a long day, and he was more than ready to go home and enjoy a nice cuppa -

One of the crates stacked nearby fell to the ground with a resounding crash. Lestrade leapt and had his gun out before he could process the sight of the person behind the remains of the stack. Then his brain caught up with his eyes, though apparently his lungs had been left behind because he couldn't seem to breathe properly at all, and he lowered his gun. The person now climbing lazily up from behind the crates was a boy, no more than two or three years his junior, dark-haired, pale-skinned, and clearly high as a kite. His pupils were blown huge and dark, and there was a languorous drag to his movements. His shirt hung open, and the white planes of his collarbones and neck had been dusted with glitter. Lestrade swallowed. He didn't need his gun, anyway. This slim creature wasn't going to hurt him. Probably. He checked his watch and groaned.

Re: HERE HAVE SOME PRONS (1/?)

(Anonymous)
(that second bit happened BEFORE the first bit, in case that somehow wasn't clear. And now I am knackered and I must have sleep. MORE/REAL PR0NS TOMORROW, I PROMISE)

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Re: HERE HAVE SOME PRONS (1/?)

(Anonymous)
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFff

I need more. NOW.

NO WORDS NO WORDS NO WORDS

You have no idea how much I appreciate you right now.

Re: HERE HAVE SOME PRONS (1/?)

(Anonymous)
PLOT, WHAT PLOT

12:58 AM
The boy's name was Sherlock, although he'd said it more like "Shhhherrrlock", all low rumbly syllables with a pronounced click at the end. Also, he had no concept of personal space (though that might have been due at least in part to the coke), and he kept stumbling and draping himself all over Lestrade, and Christ, it really had been way too long if some stoner boy with an unexpectedly low voice was enough to rev him up.

The last of the policemen had already left, much to Lestrade's dismay. Of all the days to be abandoned by his squad-! He shrugged off the unfairly pretty boy (again) and pulled at his unfairly slender wrist, ignoring his mumbled protests.

"You, my friend, are going straight into the clinker," he informed Sherlock matter-of-factly.

"Oh, now, Constable Lestrade," said Sherlock, grinning catlike, "you don't want to do that."

"Don't I, though?" said Lestrade, opening the door.

Sherlock slouched out, talking lazily the whole time. "Well, for one thing, you've been up since at 5 AM, and are undoubtedly quite fatigued. For another, it's been a busy day - you've had to break up a total of three bar fights today, not to mention you were forced to chase a bank thief through half of London. That's a bit much even for a dedicated copper like yourself, mm?" There was that shit-eating grin again, and Lestrade couldn't decide whether to gape or glare. Fortunately, his face seemed to be stuck with the former option, so he didn't really have to choose.

"Besides," added Sherlock matter-of-factly, "you're going to take me home."

At this point, Lestrade's mouth finally re-engaged and he snapped, "What? I'm doing nothing of the kind."

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. . .

-high pitched squeal-

GODDAMMIT! -butterflies-

hurryhurryhurryhurryhurry

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