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Prompting Part XXXIV
Giggles at the Palace
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Crossover with the Hobbit- Thorin and Co., John Watson (Bilbo), Sherlock (Smaug)

One moment Thorin's dying on the Battlefield, the next, he's waking up, fully healed, on the ground in a strange land called 'London'. He starts walking around (attracting quite a bit of attention with his Middle-Earthian get-up). Thorin's relieved when he runs into a familiar face.

Bilbo (now calling himself John Watson) is shocked. As an effect of traveling to the Undying Lands and (if you want to make it canon) maybe something the elves did, he's been able to live through the ages at the same age as he was when he went on the quest, coming and going from Valinor as he pleases. Bilbo doesn't know how Thorin got there, but he takes him back to his flat and introduces him to Sherlock (who is Smaug in human form).

The three return to the Undying Lands, where Gandalf and the elves are able to explain how Thorin has been brought back from the dead. However, with this comes a bittersweet twist. Fili and Kili have been brought back as well, but were captured by some enemy of Thorin's (Azog, Thranduil, Bolg, someone else). Thorin might not like working with Smaug, no matter what form he's in, but who better than the Greatest Detective of all time to help him find his nephews?

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Could be fun !

Sherlock/Moriarty- Noncon Kissing

After seeing that Sherlock "is him", Moriarty proposes a deal with him. He'll call off the Snipers (and maybe allow Sherlock to get rid of Richard Brook), if Sherlock spends the next fifteen minutes doing whatever Moriarty wants. Reluctantly, Sherlock agrees. He expects to be forced to do anything from having sex with Moriarty to being forced to break some law. However, all Moriarty does, is make Sherlock kiss him. For fifteen long minutes.

Pokémon Gijinkas....

Sherlock (as an absol - http://i.imgur.com/rKUGdTW.jpg) meets John (a growlithe/arcanine - http://i.imgur.com/IFG5W.jpg )

the rest is all up to anon.....

(images are cowslips - http://imgur.com/a/DDxvd)

Plan Gone Wrong

A plan involving Sherlock breaking into a locked home (maybe for a case or something) goes wrong when he gets stuck in a window. John finds him, and teasing ensures. Can be smutty or just plain old fun, I don't really mind either.

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God please stop sending me great prompts that I want to write so badly but can't because I'm writing too much.

I can image Sherlock,considering that he's skinny as a stick, to attempt to hop out of the smallest overhead attic window and discovers that his hips can't get out nor his arse lol.

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Sherlock wants a big cock buried inside him. From anyone really.

Mycroft is always willing to give Sherlock what he wants.

John/Sherlock past non con denial (potential underage?)

Established relationship.

John finds undeniable evidence (photos or videos) of Sherlock being subjected to noncon activities. Sherlock doesn't have to be underage, but the other person looks significantly older than Sherlock.

Issues/strange parts of their sexual intimacy all comes together for John and everything suddenly makes sense: about how Sherlock sometimes shies away or doesn't want to do something in a specific way or has to do something in a specific order etc.

Sherlock strongly denies it's him. He tries to claim that the evidence were from an old case, but it definitely wasn't him. It's not that he's deleted it and doesn't remember. He is just determined to believe that is the truth and he needs John to believe him too. Except, the cat's out of the bag.

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Seconded! All my internets and bonus cookies for a fill, please.

Making Love

I have no problem with good old fashioned hot monkey sex, but I've kinda been wanting some schmoop. My very vagueish plot is John is upset or having a bad day. Not anything dire like Harry's dead or he lost patient really, just sometimes you have a bad day. Sherlock picks up on this (maybe it's the limp coming back, maybe John forgot to make Sherlock tea, whatevs) and brings John over to their couch.

Snuggles ensue, maybe a Bond movie, and slowly John starts to relax and the mood lifts. Then I'd like sloooooow build up to the sex. Snogging on the couch, groping etc. They move it to the bedroom (though if you can make it 'making love' on the couch, do it) and its slow, drawn out, intensely connecting sex. I don't care who tops but I kinda feel top!Sherlock would work best in this sitch.

Feel free to play around with the details. Maybe it's Sherlock in a strop because he's bored and John doing the cuddling. I'm not terribly picky but I'd kinda like this a bit on the vanilla side. I think it would just go with the mood better. No BDSM, water sports, orgasm denial etc. And please no crack. Normally I'm good with a bit of crack (I definitely think you should be able to laugh with your partner during sex) but I want all the feels in this one.

tl;dr-long, drawn out making love between (pref. established) John and Sherlock. Can be pre- or post-TRF. RTMIs welcome!

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Awwww I need this too right now. Seconding!

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[trigger warning for non-con elements/general nastiness]

Sherlock is kidnapped. Over the next few days, his abductors send John photos of the detective bound, beaten up, in varying degrees of distress, and occasionally being sexually abused.

When Sherlock is found, John has to not only help bring Sherlock back to health and get over the traumatic experience, he also has to deal with the fact that all those photos--Sherlock tightly bound, his mouth stretched around a ball gag, foreign fingers reaching toward his trousers--really turned him on.

tl;dr: While Sherlock is kidnapped, John finds photographs of him in distress arousing.

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So deliciously wrong. Seconding!

The Other Brother- Moriarty/Mycroft, Moriarty/Sherlock, h/c, angst, noncon

Moriarty's obsessed with Sherlock, but that's nothing compared to the way he feels about Mycroft. To get under Mycroft's skin, he kidnaps both brothers and forces Sherlock to blow him while Mycroft watches.

Please no Sherlock/Mycroft, forced or otherwise.

Thicker Than Water (1/3) - NON-CON

A/N: Fair warning that Moriarty has his way with both brothers in this fill. Mycroft offscreen, Sherlock onscreen. There's also one-sided Johnlock for angst.

Mycroft hears his mobile chime in the pocket of his suit jacket as he's approaching the front door of 221B. With a put-upon sigh and a skyward roll of his eyes, he takes it out, thumbing an icon on its screen to open the waiting text.

Go away, he expects to read. Instead, the message says, Dear me, Mr Holmes, what a fine suit you're sporting today.

Reflexively, Mycroft's gaze lifts, sweeps across the top-floor windows of the building on the other side of the street. Moriarty hasn't seen fit to taunt him personally in several months. Not since he unravelled the Bond Air scheme. Something has evidently changed. He wouldn't feel motivated to break such a long stretch of silence otherwise.

Half a minute passes, and the mobile once again chimes, signalling the arrival of a second text.

Don't be alarmed, love. Sherlock and his little pet are safe. For now, at least. It's you I'm after. Dinner?

Mycroft promptly fires off a text telling Anthea to raise Sherlock and John's surveillance statuses to highest priority. Then he jams his mobile back into his pocket and knocks on the door, offering Mrs. Hudson a thin, forced smile.


A week later, en route to the Bolivian embassy to smooth over a diplomatic incident, Mycroft hears his mobile chime. Intuition tells him it's another text from Moriarty before he's even pulled the device out of his pocket.

The red tie again? Must say I'm rather disappointed, Holmes. I prefer the blue one with the teensy umbrellas.

Cold fury seething low in the pit of his gut, Mycroft types, What do you want?, then hits the send button.

You, in all ways possible, and some that aren't, Moriarty replies a minute later.

Dread strokes a tingling path down the length of Mycroft's spine. For a moment, he can do nothing but stare at the words on the screen, but then the feel of the car pulling to a stop alongside the embassy jolts him back to the present. Shoving his mobile back into his pocket, he shuffles out of the car and into the brisk, blustery March downpour.


By the time Mycroft exits the embassy, night is settling over London like a dark, smothering shroud. Getting into the backseat of the car, he lets his head fall back against the headrest and releases a long, wearied sigh. A minute later, the peal of an incoming text shatters his momentary respite, and he duly removes his mobile from his pocket.

Dear, oh, dear, Mr Holmes. What kind of big brother are you? Letting poor Sherlock out of your sight for so long!

Time seems to grind to a halt. The rush of blood in Mycroft's ears overtakes all other sound. He draws a slow, deep breath through his nostrils, compacting his lips into a firm line as he tamps down a rising frisson of terror.

There will be dire consequences should even the slightest harm be done to him, he texts back.

A split-second later, he hears an answering ping from the front seat, then a high, warbling giggle. The previously anonymous driver twists around, favouring him with a hungry, impossibly black gaze and a predatory grin. "Oh, come now, Holmes," Moriarty chides in a taunting lilt, "we both know that's a completely empty threat."

A criminal goes around, kidnapping beautiful men. Sherlock goes to investigate as a target since he fits the descritption of the victims. It backfires when he gets captured. He soon finds out he is part of a heram among the others who were captured.

Military!John and Mrs. Hudson

I just want Mrs. Hudson fawning over John dressed in his dress uniform (pinching his cheeks, brushing dust off his shoulders, being all Momma Bear and telling him how handsome he looks, etc), while John fidgets under the attention. Gen fluff, please!


John is a boxer. He's good, but he's not getting any younger. He's barely held together with pills and drink and he makes stupid bets, besides.

Sherlock is the hooker with a heart of gold who wants to take him away from all this.

Unbeknownst to Sherlock, Moriarty offers John a way out if he'll take a fall.

After Sherlock's death, Lestrade helps John get back on his feet. He helps John move out of 221B, and into a place of his own.
If it ends up being Lestrade/John it's all good :)

Fill: Retribution [S/L, S/J, J/L] 1/2

Ah. This is so much darker than you probably wanted. Sorry.

That morning John woke with a name on his lips to find he was greeted only by an unusually blue and cloudless sky. The day was cold and clear. But, the world was unreal without Sherlock in it, with the quiet chaos he left behind.

On the way to the graveyard, Sunday traffic cleared a path. He closed his eyes. They drove slowly, as if they never needed to get home. He wished they didn’t.

The turnout for the funeral was small, but then, of course, Sherlock had not been an easy man to befriend. John shuffled his feet and looked over the pale drawn faces of the other mourners. Mycroft concluded with a few solemn words on the quality of his brother’s character. To most they must have sounded like lies, nice lies. But, John knew them to be true, for the most part, hints at the man Sherlock could have been if he had only stuck around a little longer.

He glanced again at the tearful faces and couldn’t help thinking that Sherlock would find this all hilarious. A face at the edge of his vision caught his attention. Greg’s dark eyes, like his own, were dry. Sensing the attention they flickered to meet him. John looked away almost immediately, but not before he felt the intensity in that gaze. It seemed he was not the only person here furious with the man for killing himself.

The ceremony ended. As others mingled and traded consolations John withdrew. He couldn’t stand to hear their hollow words. He had already said all he had to say to Sherlock. He didn’t want an empty pat on the shoulder. What he did want was a drink.


He wasn’t sure what drew him there, after vowing not to come back. Perhaps it was because the bartender suggested he go home, and out of habit, this is where he found himself.

Sherlock’s room was dark, but not empty. There was a figure silhouetted in the pale glow of the streetlamp radiating through the curtains. John almost hoped it was him, the detective returned, and that it had all just been a trick. It was a moment before he recognized Greg. He was looking into an open drawer of Sherlock’s undershirts.

“What are you doing here?”

Greg looked as startled as John felt. It dawned on him, when Greg dropped his eyes to the keys in John’s hands and slowly raised his own. They had the same set, not just to the front door but to Sherlock’s bedroom door as well. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. But, somehow it was, always the same story with Sherlock: impossible but true.

“Shit.” John sank onto the foot of Sherlock’s bed, his face in his hands. The sheets still held the shape of a sleeping figure. Sherlock’s smell was all around them. “Did he—? Were you?”

“I can’t believe this.”

John laughed chokingly at Greg’s remark. It was, literally, unbelievable. He was dizzy and not just from the whiskey. He looked up at Greg, and this time Greg couldn’t look away. “How long had this been going on?”

“On and off for a few years,” Greg grimaced, looked pained to admit it. With a wife and children too, John added, in his own mind. For Christ’s sake, Sherlock, did your depravity know no bounds?

“What about this past year? Was that on, or off?”

Greg balled his hands into fists. “There were rumors but— I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“That makes two of us.” Maybe it was the alcohol making him reckless, or maybe the anger buzzing in his ears. The words were out before John could think them through. “We should make him pay.”

“How? He’s dead.”

The words were still a shock. Sherlock was dead and he was still fucking with them. John walked over and put his hands on Greg’s shoulders. The other man smelled of booze as well. “Did he ever let you have him in his bed?”

Greg’s eyes widened and John felt him shiver under his touch. “No.”

“Me neither.” John knew his grip was too tight, but he couldn’t make himself let go. “Do you know what we should do?”

“Yes,” Greg replied, and dragged him down into a kiss.

Solo!Sherlock or S/J Porn and Sherlock's Libido

Ok so I've read a bunch of fic where Sherlock sees some porn and is totally unaffected by it and only John holds the key to his sex drive. I like those fics, but I'm looking for something different.

So somehow, Sherlock has to watch some porn for some reason and maybe buy some sex toys. He goes into the case thinking he's above this whole sex thing but it turns out he -really- isn't. So he ends of wanking himself silly and just gets really worked up and horny.

I'd be ok if it's just some solo!Sherlock smut but I'd also really like it if somehow John gets dragged into all of Sherlock's fantasies.

TLDR: Sherlock watches porn and gets really into it.

Re: Solo!Sherlock or S/J Porn and Sherlock's Libido

Wow, are you me? I have been craving exactly his for an age and a half and I've been close to writing this prompt several times myself. My first born goes to whoever fills this.

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inexperienced!Sherlock has got to be one of my most favourite things there is and, in my opinion, there is simply just not enough of it.
So what I would really, really like to read and I hope someone will write this because, gosh, that would just be swell, is Sherlock and John's first time and Sherlock has no idea what to do, he's completely out of his element and kind of embarrassed. What does he do with his hands? His mouth? Where should he be touching John? And John can tell that he's thinking too much because it kind of looks like he's about to go into his Mind Palace to suss this out and so he has to get Sherlock to stop, get him to relax, and then promises to take care of him.
Gosh, I would love to read this. Please, someone, write for this if you can? I would be oh so very grateful.