Epitaph of a Bad Poet

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Prompts Anyone?

Feel free to send me Christmas-y prompts. I’m a bit bored.

(It’s almost time for S3! I may or may not navigate back to this username as I’m spectacularly lazy about these matters :P)

Ms Peel was not impressed with her Halloween costume. Greg was unimpressed because he got the blame.

Ms Peel was not impressed with her Halloween costume. Greg was unimpressed because he got the blame.

Sep 3

Anthea’s life in gifs.

Sep 3

Anthea’s life in gifs. 

Sep 3

Greg wondered how upset Mycroft would be if he pointed out how alike Mycroft and Cyril are. 

Aug 8

Prompt: Mycroft is embarrassed because he can't last long in the bedroom with Lestrade. Please? :)

Anonymous

Clothing abandoned in a messy heap, Greg and Mycroft fell naked onto the bed. They wrestled, bodies thrusting clumsily. Greg reached up, his fingers catching in Mycroft’s hair as he pulled their mouths together. Greg suddenly felt Mycroft tense against him before pulling away with a muttered “shit.”

Greg glanced up as Mycroft sat back on his heels staring down at his body. “Greg…I…” He looked embarrassed, unable to meet Greg’s eyes.

"Don’t worry about it." Greg replied, raising himself up onto his elbows.

"I’m not a teenager!" Mycroft suddenly snapped, his embarrassment turning to anger. "I should be…this shouldn’t be happening."

Reaching out, Greg touched his leg. “It’s fine. These things happen.”

"Not to me." He snapped again, clumsily climbing off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep on the sofa." With that the bedroom door slammed shut.

Sighing, Greg dropped back onto the pillow and took his wilting erection in his hand. He’d been seeing Mycroft for four months now, things were great - better than great - but they hadn’t managed to have sex, actual sex, yet. He suspected the answer to Mycroft’s…problem, was nerves and then frustration at those nerves but trying to talk to Mycroft about it seemed to have made things worse. He came without satisfaction, cleaned up and then reached for his phone.

One week later…

Mycroft glanced up from his laptop as Greg practically bounced into the living room. 

"You’re looking remarkably satisfied." Mycroft murmured as Greg placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I’ve got a present for you." Greg announced cheerfully, holding out a plain blue plastic bag. Cautiously, put his laptop to one side and took it. He glanced at the bag. "Go on." Greg urged.

Opening the bag, Mycroft carefully took out an even plainer cardboard box. Glancing momentarily at Greg’s puppy-esque excitement, he quickly opened the box. He stared for a moment before taking out a large ring of soft leather. He frowned at for a moment.

"It’s a cock ring." Greg announced.

"I know that. Why have you…?"

"After…you  know, the other night, I did a bit of research. This will help in your training."

"My…training?"

Greg held out his hand. “Come on, let me show you.”

Mycroft glanced from Greg to the cock ring. There was a strange glint in Greg’s eye which caused his blood to surge southwards. Reaching out, Mycroft took Greg’s hand and allowed himself to be led into the bedroom.

Aug 7

Might I prompt a consensual Greg/Mycroft/Jim threesome?

Anonymous

Grunting slightly, Greg wiped the sweat from his eyes. Mycroft’s foot was practically in his ear! He grunted again, shifting his weight slightly. He wasn’t sure he could hold this position, his knees were beginning to ache as he tried not to let his full weight rest against Mycroft. He glanced down and smiled fondly at the look of intense concentration on his lovers face. Mycroft’s neatly styled hair was damp with perspiration, one lose strand falling over his face. Greg could see the taunt lines of his muscles catching the slightly harsh strip lighting of the office. 

"Jim, I… I can’t…" Mycroft finally gasped, his voice catching as he tried to hold back. There was an intense silence, Mycroft whimpered slightly and Greg could feel his muscles tightening. He knew he couldn’t last any longer, if only Mycroft’s new friend would…

"Right leg, blue." Jim finally called.

Greg groaned in relief, his muscles relaxing finally. Mycroft gave a soft cry as his body gave out and he collapsed into an exhausted heap on the mat. 

 

(I’m sorry anon, I couldn’t resist :P)

Aug 7

Feel free to leave prompts…I’m a bit bored.

Aug 2
Not one of Cyril’s finest moments…
Greg had a similar video of Mycroft trying to get in a kayak and decided that they should make camping a tradition. Mycroft, Ms Peel and Shirley disagree. 

Not one of Cyril’s finest moments…

Greg had a similar video of Mycroft trying to get in a kayak and decided that they should make camping a tradition. Mycroft, Ms Peel and Shirley disagree. 

Religion Headcanon

- The Holmes family were Quakers. Mycroft was 11yrs old when he became an atheist.

- People think that Sherlock is also an atheist like his brother, in fact Sherlock is agnostic but prefers to be thought of as an atheist because the fact he doesn’t really know bothers him.

- John was raised CoE. He was never really a practising Christian but he has always strongly believed in God.

- Lestrade’s family is Catholic and he isn’t really sure on the whole ‘God issue’ but would probably describe himself as a lapsed Catholic.