An Angst-filled prompt I wrote
(TW: Cutting) Sherlock was curled up in a ball on the couch. John had gone out on another date with…. whatever her name was. He seemed so happy and excited before he left. Sherlock felt another tear roll down his face. He hated these nights. He took the razor and added another letter to the word on his arm, watching the blood bead and trickle out. He was careful - never enough to cause any permanent damage. Just enough so he could feel the pain and watch it bleed. Sherlock usually did this in the bathroom, but John was gone for the night so Sherlock did it on the couch instead. John wouldn’t come home. He was enjoying his date. Sherlock was sure of it.
A Fluffy Little Prompt I Wrote
Sherlock was nervous. He had felt the sudden urge to do something quite strange and he did it. He bought John…. a present. A stuffed hedgehog to be more specific. Sherlock had even gone so far as to wrap it. He had never exhibited this type of behavior before, and was unsure what it meant. Sherlock sat in his chair, holding the gift nervously waiting for John to come home. Hopefully John would be understanding of this strange turn of events within Sherlock’s behavioral patterns.
((Wing!Lock)) Sherlock entered Baker Street quietly, listening carefully and sighing in relief upon realizing that it was empty. John was still out, that gave him some time. He quickly headed up the stairs, taking off his coat and scarf, then his shirt, then the corset underneath. He draped all of these on his chair, slowly beginning to unfurl his raven black wings with a wince. He’d been hiding them for too long… some of his feathers were bent wrong, and the joints were cramped from being tucked in too tightly. He forced himself to take deep breaths as he stretched out his wings, his eyes closed as he blocked out the pain shooting through his body. ((Please play John?))
"Dead plants, John-" Sherlock raised a brow, trying not to sound to alarmed or excited as he examined the man before him in their kitchen stripped down only to his necessaries. "Not red-… ugh." Who could blame John though? He would do anything for his friend and this was one example of his unquestionable dedication. Sherlock couldn’t help to bite his lip. One must say, it was quite sexy overall.
John and Sherlock have been working a case that puts a strain on their relationship because Sherlock isn’t taking care of himself properly and John as his lover doesn’t like it at all. John pretends to “not care” to see if that will make Sherlock feel guilty or alone so Sherlock takes a depressant which will stop his breathing and slow his heart rate down to a very low level in which John will have no choice but to administer CPR to a barely conscious Sherlock using MTM and an ambubag to force ventilation and chest compressions to aid his heart. Make up kisses at the end are always nice ^.^
John had always been capable of hopping into people’s dreams. It was something he did, and always had done, though, after some training, he was able to get a decent grasp over it, and having a flatmate who didn’t really sleep helped as well. Of course, he had his own dreams, but that was only on nights that nobody in proximity to him was having truly emotional dreams he could slip into, so, in short, pretty much every single night. However, one night after a particularly adrenaline fueled conclusion to a week long case, he went to sleep and drifted into somebody else’s dream. He was now placed in the position of laying down, knees lifted to rest against his chest as best as they could, on Sherlock’s mattress, hands bound with the man’s scarf, and he was wearing the man’s coat. The only other article of clothing he wore in this particular dreamscape was a red jockstrap, an item he wasn’t completely unused to when used in rugby when he’d played in uni. Sherlock had arrived, glaring down at him with a predatory look in his eye, and John had had no choice to stop the dream before it went to far. So, with the morning just on the horizon, it was no surprise that John couldn’t maintain eye contact with the detective without going dry mouthed or red.
This person seemed to mean to want to remain anonymous, but I’m not sure. Dear person, if you want me to put the credits for your prompt, just let me know and I’ll edit the post : )
Around three am on Tuesday morning, John got a call. He was asleep at the time, and had every reason to believe that Sherlock was doing likewise on the floor below him, until the call told him otherwise. Sherlock has gone out last night and overdosed dangerously, by the time the ambulance found him he was practically dead. The lady on the phone told him that there was nothing he could do now, but he could visit him tomorrow in the hospital. Which raised the question why she has woken him up in the first place, but at the time as soon as he heard the news sleep didn’t seem all that important, he didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. The next morning he drove to the hospital as soon as visiting hours started and stood in the doorway to Sherlock’s ward and looked at him
(Soldier!john established) John had been released a week early from his one year deployment, and couldn’t be more excited to be home. He crept inside and put his bag away, climbing the stairs to look for the lover he had missed so much. John frowned when he didn’t see Sherlock in the kitchen or by the window with his violin- he had planned on surprising him.
Prompt: Sherlock & John get into a fight & to punish Sherlock John tells him he has to stand against a wall w/ his arms above his head & he can’t move them until John says so. John does all sorts of fun things to him until Sherlock is begging John to let him touch him because he can’t stand it anymore and John lets him and after that they have a super fluffy good time.
Do you know any femlock or mpreg prompts where either Sherlock or John are pregnant, trying to conceive, etc.? — Anonymous
I think you’ll find some femlocks here (personally, I love them). There’s one in the femlock tag. But I don’t know if anybody has ever sent an mpreg (or I don’t remember, which is more likely…