#Sherlock Holmes imagine

[milfloveer]

Proof of love ♡

Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Prompt: After y/n gets a little stressed about her and Sherlock's relation and— Well, Sherlock shows her how he really loves her ;)

Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20s and Sherlock in his 30s), p in v, unprotected sex, fluff, creampie

A/n: I need Sherlock in my life so badly 😩

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Sherlock and I just arrived home after attending a high society party so we could unfold more information about this recent case. Enola and Tewkesbury were there too, the first working on her case as well and the later was there on work behalf as he is a Lord and has his duties as one.

Enola was clearly bothered with all the feminine attention Lord Tewkesbury was given. I couldn't censure her as I was feeling the same towards Sherlock and all those ladies around him asking for a dance, their hands all over my man. Enola and I just rolled our eyes and focused on our cases ignoring each woman who approached the men.

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Sherlock opened the door to his apartment and we walked in, I was clearly frustrated and it didn't slip Sherlock's gaze "You alright, darling?" he asks tenderly and cautiously.

I turn to him and see his concern "Yes, love, everything's alright." I say, even though I was lying. Those interactions all night long made me feel easily discarded and replaced.

Sherlock and I relationship was somewhat recent, we were only together for half a year and yet none of us dared to say those three simple words.

I can say that I care for him deeply, I got really attached to his personality, behaviour, the manner he works and thinks, his papers all around his apartment in a perfectly messy way, the way he played the violin when wanted to relax and get lost for a moment.

I truly fell for this exquisite detective, but I didn't dare to say those words to his face as I was afraid he wasn't feeling what I was. So I kept it to myself until now.

Sherlock frowns and follows me to our shared room "Darling, I know you and I can tell something is up." he says with concern in his voice as I try to unzip my dress, ending to ask him for help on it. He gladly does "Please talk to me." his voice wavering a bit making me look at him worriedly.

I sigh seeing his saddened face as I've never seen him like this. Getting closer to him I lay my hands, one on each side of his face and look deep into his eyes with tenderness "It is nothing important of concern, honey." I say softly, trying to brush it off.

But then again, Sherlock Holmes wouldn't be Sherlock Holmes without discovering the truth "It is concerning you and if it is concerning you, it is concerning me." he says pointing between us as he talks "Please, don't leave me in the dark, dove." he says while holding my gaze and I gave in and told him everything I was feeling at the party and when all the female attention is on him, how replaceable I feel, how dischargeable, how ridiculous.

I was now sitting at the end of our bed with my head hanging as my eyes freely released tears while looking at our hands interlocked on my lap "Oh, dear, why haven't you talked about this with me?" he asks caringly, I sniff and he brings his index finger and thumb to my chin, lifting it so I could look into those blue pools "I didn't want to overreact." I say barely above a whisper, he smiles softly "It's not overreacting dear and I assure you here that I have only eyes for you, my beautiful girl." he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, caressing my cheek afterwards and cleaning the remaining of my tears with his thumb.

"Prove it then." I blurt out shocking myself with my boldness, but nonetheless Sherlock chuckles darkly making me shiver "With pleasure, darling." he says as he leans over me making me lay down on the mattress behind me.

Now hovering over me he caresses my sides teasingly as his lips brush mine. No words were said as he connects strongly and lovingly his lips to mine eliciting a moan from me. He starts lowering his hands as his lips move to my neck and collarbone, teasing and marking all the soft spots.

I was already on my undergarments making me start to take off his clothes as he's still fully clothed, first his jacket, then his tie and vest, his shirt and belt were now off and he pulled down his pants discharging them somewhere in the room.

"Please, I need you." I say tugging at the waistband of his underwear, he chuckles "Eager are we?" he asks making me flush as I nod. He frees himself as I take off of me the remains of my underwear.

Now both fully naked we scan each others body "You're so beautiful." he growls caressing my side with his fingertips before capturing my lips while aligning himself with my entrance. As he enters me my mouth falls open and a moan echoes through the room "Oh dear." he says against my ear, his arms each on either side of my body, his hands behind my back, flat on my shoulder blades as he moves lovingly in and out of me.

My legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer as my nails dig into his back certainly leaving some scratches over it. Both breathing heavily and moaning into each other's ears; I love this man so much.

Sherlock speeds up his pace hitting a wonderful spot inside me over and over "Yes, honey, don't stop!" I say gasping sensing the tension building up each time he pounds into me. He then gets on his knees bringing my legs up to rest on his shoulders, I cry out in pleasure as he groans pounding strongly "I'm so close, Sherlock." I say, my legs start to tremble with the feeling.

With a few more pushes and I'm taken over the edge, Sherlock following, spilling his seed into me "Ah, Sherlock!" I say pushing him down and kissing his lips eagerly and then softly. As he pulls away he brushes against my lips, whispering "I love you." I froze and look up at him "What?" I breathe out starstruck about his confession, his eyes widen as he realized he just confessed his feelings for me out loud.

I bring my hand to his cheek and caress it, I smile before letting out a soft chuckle as my eyes fill with happy tears. I lift my head so I could reach his slightly trembling lips and close the gap, the kiss is slow, tender and filled with love, as we were telling without words 'I love you'.

Slightly I pull away and whisper against his lips "I love you too." his eyes widen slightly hearing the words slip like honey from my mouth making me smile lovingly at the man still above me.

[frost-queen]

The search is afoot (Reader!Bridgerton x Sherlock Holmes)

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Your curiosity sparked when your sister entered the drawing room. Posture slightly bend, head turning from side to side. Clearly in search for anything. You slammed the novel shut you were boringly reading. Tossing it aside on the sofa between you and Anthony. Hopping up to meet your sister half-way.

“Looking for something?” – you asked. Eloise hummed soft. Bending down to catch a glimpse underneath the sofa’s. You moved aside when she came nearly pushing you over. Agitated she kept searching in silence. To Anthony’s annoyance. – “Just communicate.” – he spoke with a sigh.

Eloise’s posture straightened. Her hands settling with a shove at her side. – “I seemed to have lost my notebook.” – she admitted in a frustrated tone. – “The blue one with some pencil markings on it?” – you questioned curiously. Your sister humming loud.

You clasped your hands together in delight. Eyes twinkling in delight. You then cleared your throat, moving your hands to your back. – “Where did you last saw it?” – you asked, tapping a finger thoughtfully against your chin. – “Between what hours was it? Was anything out of the ordinary?” – you continued asking, circling around her. Eloise gaped confusingly back at you.

“No.” – Anthony called out, getting up as well. He came running over to you, grabbing you by your elbows. – “We are not doing this, Y/n.” – he let know. – “But…” – you responded when he started shoving you away from Eloise. – “This is a serious matter. It needs investigating.” – finishing to proclaim your intentions. Anthony sighed loud. – “You are not a detective Y/n!” – making clear. – “But…” – you repeated being shoved towards the door.

Anthony shoved you outside, holding the door frames with both his hands. You huffed annoyed at his behaviour. – “Get your head out of the clouds.” – were his final words before shutting the door in front of you. The sudden shut, startled you. Puffing annoyed, you crossed your arms. Turning away to mope. Colin crossing the hall, caught a glimpse of you. Making him pause in this stride. – “You alright, sister?” – he questioned, coming over.

With a distress sigh, you untangled your arms. – “Anthony is being mean to me again.” – you called out. – “How so?” – Colin furrowing his brows. Approaching as he rustled his fingers through your hair. You took a deep breath. – “Eloise has lost her notebook and I simply wanted to help look for it.” – you explained. Colin letting out a long ‘aah’ as he understood. – “You’ve been playing detective again haven’t you?” – he replied.

“I just wanted to help and he tossed me out!” – you dramatically called out for it being the worst. Colin only chuckled, patting his hand on your shoulder. – “I know I shouldn’t say this, but you should read less… specially those mystery novels. Look how filled your head is with it.” – he spoke, making you shove his hand annoyed away. – “You just don’t understand me.” – raising your voice to him.

With force, you let your shoulder bump into his to shove him out of the way. –“ Y/n, I!” – Colin called out. Sighing afterwards as it was no use. You stomped angrily up the stairs. Not caring if you were being too loud. Crossing the upper floors, you paused near Eloise’s room. Humming curiously before entering. Door still open as you look around. – “Where would one misplace a notebook.” – you mumbled to yourself.

Getting on your knees, you looked underneath her bed.  Going through her drawers and searching in every nook and cranny. Your searching brought some noise along, drawing the attention of your youngest brother Gregory. He walked past, furrowed his brows and simply walked backwards. Staring confused back at you.

“What are you doing?” – he questioned. – “Searching.” – you replied, ignoring him half to keep your attention on your search. – “Mother!” – Gregory then shouted loud into the hallway. – “Y/n is playing detective again!” – he finished making you widen your eyes. Dropping everything to rush over to him with a shushing tone. Covering up his mouth with your hand.

“Quiet, Gregs.” – you let out with a hard stare. Gregory wiggled his head free, trying to shout for mother again. – “Mo… mother!” – he repeated making you struggle to keep his mouth shut. – “Stop it!” – stomping your foot on the ground. Gregory kept shouting against your hand with muffled sounds.

Groaning loud, you decided to take a run for it. Picking up the hem of your skirt, rushing towards the stairs. Huffing and puffing loud at the dismay of your family. Dismay for recognizing your talents. To not let you go with your admirations and interests. Claiming it to be foolish and absurd. For no lady could become a detective or should concern themselves with mysteries.

Anthony blamed it on the novels you had been reading. Colin blaming in on the Holmes’s. Close friends to the family. For the Holmes’s had an interest in solving mysteries as well. You ran for the door, leaving the household. Needing to have an escape from your siblings taunting. You hated their mocking. For not taking you serious on that matter. Going straight for the streets. Running away a couple of streets away till you slowed down. Sure that none of your siblings would pursuit.

Catching your breath, you enjoyed a nice walk. Clearing your head and getting rid of the annoyance lingering inside of towards your brothers. You loved them dearly, but hated that they didn’t took your interest serious. Calling it un-lady-like. A waste of time. Idle hobby’s to skip lessons. All calling it such things to make you lose interest in it. Looking around, you narrowed your eyes slightly.

Trying to read people like so many detectives did in your novels. Trying to read their stories off their faces and gestures. Moving closer to a vender, you tried to understand snippets of his life. Taking a keen eye of his hands. Seeing how rough they were. Calluses on his knuckles. Then your gaze went further up, meeting up with a pair of angry eyes. The vender cleared this throat loud at you for staring. Changing your expression, you pulled up a humble smile. Apologizing.

Moving a bit away, you recognized some voices. Turning round you saw Enola and her brother Sherlock leave a shop. Knowing mystery always followed them, you couldn’t withhold your excitement. Wanting to be a part of it. Leaving the vender, you hurried over. Making sure you weren’t trampled by a passing carriage on the road. – “Splendid day is it not, Mister Holmes.” – you breathed out, catching your breath from hasting over.

Sherlock and Enola paused when you came jumping in front of them. – “No.” – Sherlock immediately responded already knowing your intentions. He tugged Enola at her arm to follow. You weren’t going to let him win so easily, going after him. – “I didn’t say anything.” – you told him, hot on his tail. Sherlock stopped abruptly, making you nearly bump against his back. He swiftly spun around.

“Your eyes made it clear, you had alternative intentions, also did your posture.” – he started pointing out with his finger. – “The tone in your voice gave you away that you are seeking. Not to mention the flush in your cheeks indicates you hurried over because you knew we might be solving a mystery.” – he answered.

“Are you?” – you responded ignoring most of his speech. – “No.” – Sherlock said clear, turning his back to you once more. – “I know you are lying to me, just let me join.” – you begged going after him. – “No miss Y/n.” – he repeated, staying true to his words. – “Please mister Holmes.” – you reached for his elbow, pulling it towards you.

Wanting him to stop walking. – “No, miss Y/n.” – he called out like speaking to a puppy to sit still. You pouted your lips in response. Enola pressed her lips together to withhold a snicker. – “Fine, you are just scared.” – you called out once he had begun walking away again. – “Scared that I’ll solve it before you.” – hoping to get under his skin would do the trick.

“A man’s observing eye is not that great. Not compared to a woman’s eye.” – you casually said to give him that extra nudge. Admiring your own hands out of boredom. To look indifferent. Enola glanced from between her brother to you. Sherlock puffed his chest, being riled up by you. – “Ha!” -  he let out with a hard sound. Intended for mockery.

“Intimidated?” – you questioned moving your hands behind your back. Leaning a bit closer to him. Sherlock puffed loud. Suddenly grabbing you firm by your arm. Pulling you along. Enola snickering quietly at the display. You chuckled amusingly, pleased that your scheme had succeeded.

Sherlock led you to a place, shoving you inside. – “One wrong thing and you are out.” – he warned you. – “You sound like my brothers.” – you replied moving past him with crossed arms. Sherlock shot his sister a scowl to stop smiling like a damn fool. You entered the room with a humming sound. Cheerful that you could involve yourself with mysteries.

You looked around the room, going straight to a painting that caught your eyes. Before you could fully reach it, you felt a gip on your elbow stop you. Sherlock shaking his head as he pulled you away from the painting. Making you huff annoyed, trying to free you from his grip. – “Why do you go for the most obvious thing. First observe then search.” – he spoke.

“Don’t go running in like a blind fool.” – he finished letting go of your arm back by the door. – “Who are you calling a fool?” – you called back. – “You.” – Sherlock tapped his finger on your nose to tease you that extra. It made you scrunch your nose and slap his hand away. You crossed your arms, looking at the room. Sherlock staring in silently, trying to take in every detail. Enola scribbling some notes down. Sherlock began moving from his position after a while.

He stepped a certain way, suddenly stopping. Looking down as he lifted his shoe up. Seeing something black and sticky underneath his shoe. It made you laugh loud. – “If you would’ve been observant, you might have seen that there had clearly been a struggle. The desk is slightly shoved back over the wooden flooring, hinting those scrape marks.” – you approached him with a smug expression.

“If you had observed that, you would’ve also seen that the commotion had tipped the ink bottle over.” – pointing in a certain direction as Sherlock followed your point with his gaze. – “For the ink bottle is over there, where is normally would be on the desk. Someone must have picked it up and moved it away. Perhaps trying to clean it up, but forgot a spot near the carpet… you are currently standing in.”

Sherlock kept staring at you. – “She’s good.” – his sister spoke with a pleasant smile. Sherlock hummed deep, fidgeting with something in his hand. Looking with a quizzable brow from you to his sister and back. Fighting hard the urge to compliment you for your observations.

“As I said, a woman’s eye.” – you repeated holding out a handkerchief to him. He curled up a smile at your silliness. – “Do continue then, miss Y/n.” – he gestured at you to go on. Bending a bit down to clean the underside of his shoe from ink. You hummed soft looking thoughtfully around. His sister was looking around as well. Taking notes near a knights suit.

Displayed for art from a long time ago. Enola narrowed her eyes on it. Her brother’s calling catching her off guard. Making her turn sharply around, but accidentally knocking an elbow against the armour. The armour started to wobble back and forth. Enola gasping loud as she jumped aside.

The armour came falling forwards towards you as you were the next close target. – “Miss Y/n!” – Sherlock shouted out, coming to the rescue. Rushing over to you, wrapping his arms around you. Turning you away, keeping you in his arms.

Staring up close to your face, panting quietly on your lips as the armour clattered to the ground behind him. Enola gasped again with her hands up to her mouth. – “I’m so sorry.” – she let out in shock. Her brother’s eyes still on you. – “Are you alright miss Y/n?” – he questioned. You nodded with a bashful flush in your cheeks. He slowly rose your posture up so you stood steady on your feet once more.

His hands still on you, till his sister made him aware of it. Making him clear his throat, immediately dropping his grip. Quickly turning away, scratching the back of his head in the process. You swallowed hard, turning away as well. Wanting to hide the fluster in your cheeks. With a nervous atmosphere, the two of you focused on the matter once more. Unaware of the Holmes gentleman catching glimpses of you.

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[strangesthirdeye]

Sherlock: *yelling to Y/n from the kitchen* Y/n can you give me a hand?

Y/n: *comes up to Sherlock with the corpse's hand* here

Sherlock: ...

Y/n: ....

Sherlock: where did you get this corpse hand?

Y/n: .... Mor.. Morgue?

[saraakpotter]

imagine: meeting Sherlock for the first time and him not being able to 'read' you

*y\f\c= your favorite country

You were one of Lestrade's close friends. you worked as a detective inspector in another country but you had recently moved here and since you were a highly intelligent person he thought you and Sherlock should meet.

And today he decided to go to 221b and bring you with him so here you are, standing at a strangers door.

"this is absurd, why should i come again?" you asked

"for god's sake y\n can you stop nagging for a minuet and do what you're told to do?" he says tired of you constantly asking the same question.

"if you are asking me, no" you teased

"oh shut it" he says and you smirk.

The door opens.

"DI Lestrade!" the man says and Greg nod's walking in and guiding you in too.

"so, this is my friend y\n y\l\n. she moved here from y\f\c" Lestrade explained.

"oh! John Watson. pleasure to meet you." he introduced and you smiled shaking his hand.

As you entered the flat and sat down you saw a man with curly brown hair and a black coat sitting on an armchair, his eyes closed.

Lestrade pointed at the man.

"he is Sherlock Holmes. the man i was telling you about." he says and you nod obviously bored. with that the man opens his eyes and looks at Greg but then quickly glances at you.

"who is that?" he asks

"Sherlock, this is my friend, y\n y\l\n."

Sherlock remains silence, looking you up and down. after a while he raises an eyebrow.

he quickly looks at John.

new coat is sleepy just talked to an old friend has a date is nervous

He turns and looks at Lestrade.

annoyed same coat stressed has 2 mission reports to read has 6 missed calls

The words and random facts kept coming to his mind, he hadn't lost his observation skills.

He turns his look at you.

????

Was all he could see.

He rose an eyebrow and looked you up and down again.

"interesting" he muttered to himself

"what was that?" you ask

"nothing.....so, y\n, right? what do you do? as a job i mean." he asks making John and Greg smirk.

[fandom-oneshots-etc]

✨ Dropping by to request literally anything sherlock x reader - would love something with awkward idiots in love ✨

🍄 Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: When Sherlock goes off on a frantic tangent, John knows exactly who to call, the idiot in love with him...

🍄 Word Count: 2084

🍄 Abbreviations: N/A

🍄 Warnings: N/A

🍄 Note: I hope this is what you were looking for Anon! :)

“What’s he doing this time?” you answered the phone as John’s name appeared. You had become so accustomed to the calls at all odd hours of the day, usually all pertaining to your high-functioning sociopath of a friend, Sherlock. Odd hours like the one now.

You had just sat down in your cloud chair, kindle in hand ready to read the next chapter of your gripping (b/g) when the phone had pinged, angrily vibrating against the coffee table-top. A puff of air had moved the stray hairs touching your face as you instantly recognized the personalized ring tone you had installed. You knew that John wouldn’t call you unless it was at least a code blue, blue-in-the-face blue. A colour code the two of you had created to describe the different moods of Sherlock Holmes.

“I’m so sorry-” You rolled your eyes with a little smile. “He’s just off on one. He solved the case, you know the one with the woman and the suitcases? He’s been off the walls since then. Can’t get him to settle, he’s talking about renovating the flat, knocking walls down for more ‘thinking space’. I think Mrs Hudson’s threatened to evict him already,” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips at the thought of the sweet old woman threatening your tall friend, knowing very well that she’d mean every word. You could already picture the offended horror on Sherlock’s face at her threats.

“I’m on my way,” you reassured before hanging up the phone and pushing yourself out of the comfortable chair. Slipping your kindle into your bag, you grabbed your keys from the hook and turned off the lights. You didn’t bother changing out of your night clothes,, instead your threw a long coat over your pajamas and slipped on your trainers before heading out of the flat. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of getting a cab this late at night, but you preferred that over walking the streets alone in the dark.

Thankfully, Baker Street was only a few roads away and the journey was nice and short with the lack of traffic at this time of night. Looking up at 221B you could see tat it was one of the only lights on in the street. You slipped the spare key out of your bag and unlocked the door to 221B.

Mrs Hudson reached the bottom of the stairs in an angry flurry huffing as she passed, a few rushed ‘oh dear’s escaping her lips as she passed you, only briefly making eye contact as she scurried back into her flat, red-faced. Taking that as your cue, you started up the stairs to the flat, fully expecting to see the flat in complete disarray, and you weren’t disappointed.

The papers from the now-closed case were still strewn across the flat, stuck to the walls, laid out on the desk, tucked under the tea cups on the small side table. The tea cups, several sat on the desk untouched and probably growing a few types of fungus that Sherlock could happily describe for you. The pillows from the sofa were thrown about the flat as Sherlock stood on the sofa, feet buried in the sofa cushions and tape measure I hand as he stretched it across the wall in front of him, a HB pencil clenched between his teeth.

“Thank God you’re here!” John poked his head out of the kitchen as if weary of the man in the living room. He gestured for you to step into the kitchen, with a final glance at the tall consulting detective, you slipped into the kitchen.

“How long has he been like this?” you asked, setting your bag down on the cluttered kitchen table. Piles and piles of old experiments were stacked tall, filling up almost the entire surface of the table and from the darkening black patch by one of the chairs you had no doubt that Sherlock had blown something up today, yet another thing to add to the list of problems for you and John.

“A couple of hours now, I stupidly thought that solving the case would change his mood, but it only seemed to make him more antsy for another one-” He sighed. “Sorry it’s so late, I know you usually sit down and read about now. I didn’t want to bother you but with Mrs Hudson threatening eviction I thought it best not to wait.” You smiled at your friend and shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s been a while since he’s been like this so it was expected sooner or later. Better sort him out before Mrs Hudson really does chuck him out.” The two of you chuckle at the thought of a homeless Sherlock, it’s not really a sight either of you can imagine fully. But you had no doubt that his homeless network would really find him the best spots in London to squat.

“You don’t mind if I take a quick walk do you? I’ve been cooped up in here for a few hours trying to sort him out, just need bit of fresh air.” You shook your head and hurried John out of the kitchen door and down the stairwell. You knew it would be easier to deal with Sherlock without John around anyway. Not that John was a problem, but with Sherlock like this and his habit of making unsavory comments without fully thinking of the consequences, it would be easier than having a row start between the two flat mates.

You paused for a moment and brushed your finger against the black mark on the table top and inspected the pad of your finger. That’ll come off with some polish, you decided. Stepping back out of the kitchen and into the living room, your eyes zeroed in on the consulting detective who had now abandoned the tape measure and was gently knocking against the wall looking for a hollow sounding area.

“No.” You spoke clearly, catching the attention of the detective who had yet to notice you. Spinning on his heels, his eyes flashed at you wide and adorable. It kind of reminded you of a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. His mouth started to open but you shut him down quickly. “No,” You gave him a stern look. “That wall has all of the major electricity lines and one of the main water pipes. No.”

“There’s no way you could possibly know that just from looking at the wall-” Sherlock argued.

“No I couldn’t. I know because I had to get the schematics for the flat after you started shooting the walls because you were banned from in-person cases and blew the power out in this side of London,” You reminded. “An event that Mycroft still calls ‘The Great COVID Blackout’.” Sherlock’s nose scrunched at the mention of his brother. “Now, are you going to sit down or am I going to have to use that self-defense training program you insisted I go on to incapacitate you?” You could almost see the cogs turning in his head as his eyes narrowed at you, trying to deduce if you were serious or not. Your unwavering stance must have given him his answer as he slowly stepped down from the sofa and settled his feet back on the floor calmly.

“Why are you here?” You were very rarely offended by Sherlock’s blunt words, it just wasn’t worth the energy when you also knew that he rarely meant it to come across in that way. “No, don’t answer that. You’re here in your night clothes, your kindle is tucked in your bag and your hair is done up which means it’s late- John called you. Why?”

“Probably because his roommate was threatened with eviction after planning to renovate their rented flat and set the landlady off.” “Mrs Hudson wouldn’t evict me. She still owes me for getting her husband executed.”

“Favours do expire Sherlock. They have their limits.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Really?” You nod. “Oh. Well John wouldn’t let her evict me.” “Have you been experimenting today?” You think back to the two mugs settled on the kitchen counter, one sporting a brownish green sludge at the bottom.

“Yes, why- Oh.”

“Right come on,” You clapped your hands, moving towards him and grabbing one of his hands to pull him over to his chair. You ignored the sounds of protest from Sherlock as you settled on the chair and tugged on his arm. “Sit down,” you instructed. Sherlock sighed and complied, dropping onto the floor and crossing his legs underneath him. You grabbed the TV remote and switched it on. “What should we watch? Bones or Criminal Minds?” you pondered.

“Why do we have to watch a crime show? They’re always so inaccurate-” You flick the TV onto an episode of Criminal Minds. “Look, the killer’s using tape- what about finger prints? They don’t need to study his behaviour, just find the prints-” You smiled softly, fiddling with a few strands of Sherlock’s curly hair in your lap as he rattled on about the mistakes of the Unsub and the BAU team.

It was around an hour later that John returned to the flat. Pushing open the front door of 221, he was relieved to hear nothing. The light under Mrs Hudson’s door was now off, meaning she had slipped into bed, no longer tormented by her tenant’s renovation plans. The light on the landing let off a soft glow as John started up to the flat. A heavy wave of relief swept through him as he noticed the lack of banging, drilling, sawing or any construction noises at all. You had managed to talk him out of it for now. He reached the top of the stairs and could hear the muffled sounds of the TV in the flat. Stepping into the kitchen he could see that the place was still a pig sty but at least there wasn’t any knocked down walls or partially constructed extensions. The mess could be dealt with in the morning.

As he turned the corner and peeked - still a little cautiously into the living room - a soft smile graced his face. Your back was pressed against one of the arms of Sherlock’s chair, your legs swung over the opposite side. Sherlock’s was still perched on the floor with his legs crossed, his head dropped back against your stomach, with your right hand resting on top. Your fingers rhythmically threading through his curly brown locks, soothingly. John flicked his eyes up to the TV screen to see an episode of Criminal Minds playing, Sherlock’s face scrunched in distaste as he watched the team profile the murderer. Your other hand held your kindle tightly, your fingers set comfortably around the flower pop socket on the back as you occasionally flicked the pages with your thumb.

John couldn’t help but watch in awe for a moment. No one he knew had ever been able to soothe Sherlock in the way that you could. Not him, not Mrs Hudson and certainly not his brother, not even his parents had this calming effect that you had. He wondered if Sherlock would ever confess to the effect you had on him, or explain why you had such an effect on him. John knew the reason, Mrs Hudson knew the reason… did Sherlock? Did you?

You were always just as oblivious as Sherlock. John had mentioned to you once or twice about how you effected the consulting detective, but you couldn’t see it. You wouldn’t admit to the effect you so clearly had on him nor would you confess to the butterflies that whirled in your stomach whenever you were this close to him.

You caught John’s eye and must’ve made an educated guess of what he was thinking as you rolled your eyes and shook your heads. Deciding that now was probably not the time to bring up the obvious pink elephant that shared the living room with the three of you, John mouthed a ‘thank you’ to you and you nodded, letting out a quiet yawn. He bidded a quick farewell to the pair of you before shuffling out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. On his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but wonder how long the two of you would remain oblivious.

As he reached the top of the staircase he paused and chuckled. Lovesick idiots.

[star-girl-05]

Experiment

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

There are many ways to describe THE Sherlock Holmes: Eccentric, Determined, Odd, Genius. Those unfortunate enough to meet him in person would describe him as childish. It’s quite amusing to think that someone as smart as Sherlock would be so childish. He throws tantrums and pouts when he doesn’t get his way. Even when he’s solving a case, he’s giddy like his mommy brought him home a toy. So it should be no surprise he acts childish when he’s in love. 

Of course he doesn’t tell you about his new found feelings for you. No, he performs little experiments on you. Trying to inquire if you could share his feelings. He starts off slowly not wanting to alert you. He begins by increasing his physical contact with you. Just a simple brushing of knuckles when passing each other. Or a gentle hand on your back. Light innocent touches, that's all he dares to do. You don’t seem to mind which gives him confidence to continue testing the relationship between you too. 

He moves on from light touches to soft words. He’s not bold enough to openly flirt with you. That's not his style but he does tease you in his own way. He’ll whisper his explanations in your ear letting his lips graze your ear ever so lightly. Giving him the out if you should bring it up that it was accidental. He’ll give you compliments in the form of observations. ‘That colour blue suits you’, there simple barely there compliments but he still notes the reddish colour to come to your face at them. 

So far it seems you share Sherlock's feelings, but he needs something more concrete if he’s going to confess. So tonight he’s going to be more bold. Johns out with *insert girls name* Sherlock and you will have the flat completely to yourselves. Giving him the perfect atmosphere to collect the last bit of data he needs to know before he reveals his feelings. He needs your pulse, he’s been trying to get it the past week but you always evade him. Moving at just the right moment preventing him from gathering this crucial data. Tonight though he’s determined to get it. 

You have a bright smile on your face when you enter the flat holding a bag of take out. If you're being honest you find yourself nervous to be alone with Sherlock in this manner. Of course you’ve spent time alone with him before, though he was always working on a case. This was different, this time his focus would be on you. It is intimidating to have his undivided attention. Honestly you were so surprised when Sherlock texted you to come over. The simple short text of ‘John’s out come over’ It didn’t leave room for you to say no not that you would have. The thought of declining never even crossed your mind. As soon as you got his message you were responding, at first you thought he had a case. Though with a simple text he refuted the idea texting you that he was just inviting you over. 

After staring at the text for an absorbent amount of time you finally get ready. Picking up takeout on your way and that's where you are now. Sitting next to Sherlock watching some random tv program while eating your takeout. You’re the first to break the silence, “Is everything alright Sherlock?” You're trying not to ruin the evening but you can’t help but be curious as to what brought on this on. He’s been acting differently all week. It was subtle changes at least in the beginning.

Yesterday when the two of you were walking to the lab he grabbed your hand. Fully interlocking his fingers with you. He didn’t even acknowledge it so neither did you just letting him lead you to the lab. 

“Do you think I invited you over because something was wrong?” your face told him his answer. “John was out so I thought we could spend time together” you let out a soft ‘oh’. Not that Sherlock was listening, no he was focusing on your body language. Watching closely at the blush forming on your cheeks. Time to get his last few points of data. 

He feels more confident, especially when he moves closer to you and your pupils enlarge. Your voice is background noise to Sherlock, he focused on your pulse. That's beating rapidly under his finger tips. Experiment complete. 

He cuts you off mid-ramble placing a kiss against your soft lips. He smirks against your lips when he feels your pulse pick up. When he pulls away your eyes are still closed. “What- you just kissed me” your voice is shaky. 

“Yes and I want to do it again, if that’s okay?” While Sherlock was confident in his deducing skills. He was still uneasy about romantical advances.

“Please” you're already tangling your hand in his hair, pulling him back to you. 

Sherlock Holmes can be described as many things: Eccentric, Determined, Odd, Genius, and an amazing Kisser.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Sherlock constantly barging into your apartment…

The key turned in the door as the locked clicked to allow you passage into your apartment. Pulling the groceries into the room, you were busy thinking of which bags held the frozen items when you looked up and saw the calamity being conducted inside by the detective downstairs.

You had told him repeatedly not to enter your home without your consent and most certainly, not to touch anything!

“It’s like you get a kick out of pressing my buttons.” You asked, setting the bags down at your feet.

Your favourite clock had been taken off the wall and dismantled. The books were scattered along the tables and floors and Sherlock appeared to have taken creative liberty with your mantelpiece decor.

Shaking your head, you had had enough. “I can’t do it anymore - you win. I’m moving out.”

Sherlock, not expecting that to be the response, frowned. “What?”

“Moving out.” You repeated. “It’s clear that you hate having me around. I thought that staying here would be nice - that it would be easier to consult with you on cases but obviously not.”

You grabbed your coat from the back of the chair and moved in the direction of the door.

“I don’t come here because I don’t like you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Sherlock said.

Stopping what you were doing, you turned around. Sherlock was now looking at you. His face harbouring a light smile.

“I enjoy spending time with you and yes, sometimes I irritate you and disrupt your life but it’s because I don’t know how to ask for your company.”

~ More imagines here ~

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi Cheleah😌❤️

drunk sex with Sherlock(Henry) pls👀👀

hi baby! another request done, hehe. I hope you like it even with how short it is.

summary - your husband fucks you after a few drinks.

warning - smut, intoxication, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You moan, feeling his slow but rough movements against you. Sherlock moves inside of you, whispering slurred drunken words into your ear. “So fucking tight and warm, my best darling.” He groans, gripping your hips roughly, thrusting harder and deeper. Your mind is fuzzy from the intense pleasure mixed with the alcohol. The feeling of his thick member sliding in and out of you feels excellent. Everything felt so electrifying, so raw and passionate. Your husband looks deep into your eyes, smirking as he notices your glazed-over look matches his. “My precious little darling, letting me have you even while intoxicated.” The scent of whiskey on his breath causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head and your walls to clench around his throbbing member. 

Sherlock cups your cheek, instructing you to wrap your legs around him as he picks up the pace, slamming into your sweet spot deep inside. You cling to him, not daring to let go of the man you love, the man currently splitting you open over and over again. You feel shivers roll through your body, a bliss washing over you as your back arches and your juices flow out of you. Sherlock snaps, becoming feral in his drunken state, pinning you down into the mattress and pounding you into it. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

He buries his face into your neck, grunting when his balls tighten and his cock throbs wildly, thrusting as deep as he can before he lets go. Thick spurts of cum fill you to the brim, leaking from your full cunt. You whimper, trembling underneath him as his cum continues to shoot out of his mushroom tip. “Good girl, such a good girl.” 

thank you for reading!

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[writeriguess]

hiii!!! I am so glad to see you’re back :)). Just wanted to send a req for sherlock (bbc) x reader where the reader is the eldest holmes brother. Just a scene / one shot where John finds out Sherlock has ANOTHER mysterious sibling who will be visiting. The siblings reunite.. bonus points if they’re somehow engaged to Moriarty 👁️.

again, really excited to see you’re back. I love your writing sm and am relieved to see you feel comfortable enough to start again on here <3

author's note: I'm so happy to be back—thank you so much! <3

The Family Affair

John sat in his armchair, watching Sherlock shuffle through the mess of papers spread across the table. The detective had been unusually restless all morning, muttering to himself, his fingers drumming against every surface they encountered.

“Alright, Sherlock,” John finally said, setting his mug of tea on the table. “What’s going on? You’ve been twitchy since breakfast, and that’s saying something.”

Sherlock stopped in mid-step, his back to John. He didn’t turn around immediately but instead adjusted his collar and smoothed his shirt cuffs, the movements slow and deliberate.

“I have a guest arriving shortly,” Sherlock said finally, his tone clipped.

“A guest?” John raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you have guests?”

Sherlock’s head tilted slightly, and he half-turned, enough for John to see the shadow of a smirk on his face. “Not just any guest. My brother is visiting.”

John blinked. “Your brother? You mean Mycroft?”

Sherlock scoffed, as though the suggestion was preposterous. “No, John, not Mycroft. The other one.”

John froze mid-reach for his tea. “The other one?” he repeated slowly. “You have another brother?”

“Yes,” Sherlock said simply, as though this were a fact so obvious it needn’t be explained.

John stared at him, mouth agape. “You have another brother, and you’re only just mentioning this now?”

Sherlock turned fully, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, his face alight with amusement. “Eldest sibling, actually. And quite a bit more… elusive than Mycroft.”

“Elusive,” John repeated, still trying to process. “Let me guess, they work in the same shadowy government circles as Mycroft, but with an extra layer of top-secret nonsense?”

Sherlock didn’t answer, which was answer enough.

John pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right. So this other sibling of yours, who I’ve somehow never heard of, is just popping in for tea, are they?”

“Not tea, no.” Sherlock glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. “But they should be arriving any minute.”

Before John could ask the dozens of questions now swirling in his head, there was a sharp knock at the door.

Sherlock straightened, his smirk transforming into something harder to read. “That’ll be them now.”

John watched as Sherlock strode to the door with more purpose than usual. The detective pulled it open, and John’s curiosity peaked as a tall figure stepped into the flat.

“Sherlock,” you greeted coolly, brushing off the chill from your coat. Your voice had the same crispness as your younger brothers’, but with an edge that suggested you had no patience for their dramatics.

“Y/N,” Sherlock replied, his tone softer than John expected.

Your gaze flicked over Sherlock’s shoulder, landing on John. “And you must be the infamous Dr. Watson,” you said, offering a polite but distant smile.

“Er, yeah, that’s me,” John replied, standing and extending a hand.

You glanced at it for a beat too long before taking it briefly. “Pleasure.”

The tension in the room was thick, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt more like something unspoken was hanging in the air, something only you and Sherlock understood.

“Did Mycroft put you up to this?” Sherlock asked, his sharp eyes studying you.

“Hardly,” you said with a dry laugh. “I’m here for my own reasons. Though I’m sure he’ll have something to say about it.”

John watched the exchange like a spectator at a tennis match, completely out of his depth. “I’m sorry, but can someone explain what’s going on here? Who exactly are you?”

You turned to John fully, folding your hands neatly in front of you. “I’m Y/N Holmes, the eldest of the three. I’ve been abroad for… a while.”

“Abroad?” John echoed. “Doing what, exactly?”

“That,” you said with a pointed look, “is classified.”

“Of course it is,” John muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Now that introductions are out of the way,” Sherlock cut in, his voice carrying a sudden sharpness, “why are you here, Y/N? You don’t make social calls.”

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “You’re right. I don’t.”

Before you could say more, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out, your movements measured, and glanced at the screen. For the briefest moment, your expression softened—just a fraction—but it was enough. A sharp sigh escaped your lips as you silenced the device and slid it back into your pocket.

John, still trying to keep up, had caught the name flashing across the screen. “Moriarty?” he blurted out. “Why do you have his number?”

Sherlock’s eyes were already locked on you, his mind visibly racing through the possibilities. He leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing every microexpression you failed to conceal.

“Why indeed?” Sherlock asked, his tone biting, his gaze narrowing like a predator closing in on its prey.

You gave nothing away, merely raising an eyebrow at him. “It’s not what you think,” you said evenly, though you knew it would do little to deter him.

“Not what I think?” Sherlock’s voice turned cold as he began pacing, gesturing sharply as he spoke. “You have Moriarty’s number saved. You sigh when you see his name. There’s a ring on your left hand—a subtle design, yes, but new. You’re more meticulous than Mycroft when it comes to appearances; you wouldn’t wear something like that without reason. And the way you pocketed the phone just now, guarded but not defensive, suggests familiarity. Intimacy, even. I’m not wrong, am I?”

John blinked, looking between you and Sherlock. “Hang on. Are you saying—”

“You’re engaged to him,” Sherlock hissed, venom lacing every word.

John’s head snapped back as if he’d been slapped. “Wait—what? You’re engaged to Moriarty? That Moriarty?”

You didn’t flinch under their combined scrutiny. “I told you, Sherlock. I have my reasons. You don’t have to like them.”

“Like them?” Sherlock’s voice rose. “You’re marrying the man who tried to kill me!”

“Sherlock.” Your tone was firm, but there was a warning in it. “This isn’t up for debate.”

John looked between the two of you, feeling as though he’d wandered into the middle of a play where half the script was missing. “Right. Well. This is going to be fun.”

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[bakerstreethound]

Congrats on 5 years! 🎉

Can I get a Sherlock fluff with Sherlock is awake first, hes looking at the reader with utmost love. But he wakes up the reader with kisses and nuzzles.❤️ I adore the way you write & I cant get enough of soft Sherlock🍓✨

Thank you so much for sending this in. I finally completed the story (I apologize for taking so long) I hope you enjoy it! There is a bit of light smut at the end so 18+ only.

Light in the Darkness

Summary: Waking up in Sherlock's arms is one of the highlights of your day, and he shows you how much he adores you; how grateful he is to have you in his life.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Sherlock groans, wiping the remaining sleepiness from his eyes. Outside, the sun barely makes itself visible, the night holding fast to London, unrelenting in its grasp over the city. Sherlock yawns, reaching out to the other side of the bed, your sleeping form breathing softly lost in the throes of sleep. 

He smiles, his hand brushing softly along your side watching as you lean into his touch. Even your subconscious knows you’re at peace here with him and you snuggle further into him, allowing yourself a moment of extended comfort before reality pulls you into its clutches. 

Lips travel softly along your neck, the soft brush of curls following in their wake as gentle nuzzles replace the kisses, going back and forth simultaneously. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips and your eyes flutter open, met with the face of your husband looking at you with simmering eyes, half lidded, the sleep not fully leaving him, yet.

“Good morning to you, too Sherlock.” 

He melts against you, your fingers running through his curls, massaging them as he likes it, earning an appreciative groan. You continue at it, relishing in the soft noises he makes, not yet ready to let any of his cases take him from you. He looks content enough, his breathing slow and steady, much the opposite of your own when you wake up startled from nightmares.   

“That feels nice,” he gazes up at you eyes shimmering in adoration, overcome with unspoken emotions he can't fathom. It’s more than nice, something you could’ve conjured in a dream.

His arm laced around your waist pulls you impossibly closer, the feeling of his bare skin against yours a reminder of the night before, allowing you to admire the marks you left behind, mingled with the scars of a time long past you knew wouldn’t disappear from his skin, a permanent reminder of those times alone. But nothing like that will happen again, not with you by his side. 

You press a kiss to his cheek, pulling him from his thoughts, and what a sight you are, eyes wide looking at him with more adoration than he could possibly fathom. His hand reaches to you of its own accord, stroking your cheek softly.

You lean into his touch, his warmth kindling a spark inside you, firing into your heart, electricity rampant between you. He doesn’t want to look away, even as the sunlight barely parting through the ever-hanging fog beckons a new day, he doesn’t want it to begin.

He only wants to remain here with you for the moment, though his mind protests, his legs aching to run down the ramparts and alleyways of his beloved town. It will always be there for him. 

London isn’t you. 

And you are more than the city that soiled his name, his reputation, slandered him for a penny here and there to get the inside scoop. 

You are his, his to cherish and damn it you are one of the only ones he truly finds some semblance of the concept of love, the feeling of you next to him makes his head spin, fathoming the possibilities of how you both ended up this way together.

It is a bond of unbreakable trust between you, beautiful and understood looming and intertwined with truth. 

His forehead rests against your and you lean up into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands carding through his beautiful mass of curls, twirling a rogue strand around an index finger. 

“You’re wonderful, Sherlock. What would I do without you?” Or, rather, what could you do to help his racing mind. His eyes dart back and forth, deeming to bury his face in your neck inhaling your scent.

What was he supposed to tell you?

This feeling inside him blooming further over the past year makes him nervous, even trying to voice how he feels won’t do it justice for what he can’t fully express. 

When his lips brush yours, his arms caging you to him, encompassing you in his safety and warmth, it’s all you can comprehend consume and breathe. It’s him all-encompassing and nothing more. Nothing feels more right than this moment. 

“Sherlock,” your voice falls from his lips in a perfect incandescent harmony, one he wants to breathe, to sing to create with you and you alone. 

Fiery desperation fuels the strength of his kiss drowning you further into the heat of his flames, the coolness of your water evaporating his lips in a breath of fresh air.

You don’t want it to end, despite the time, the hour, the plans for the day, all is obsolete and his hands brush under the seam of your shirt, slently asking for permission. No other words are needed, you welcome him without question, shivering as your form is revealed to him, inch by inch, each intake of breath anticipating his next move.

Lips grazing your neck, hands falling to your hips, stroking circles just so. Your hands dig into his back, clinging to him like a lifeline, not daring to let go.

His body pressing against yours, groaning at the friction makes you shiver in anticipation. The full feeling of his skin against your laid bare to him is nothing more than comforting. 

It’s home, it’s where you belong.

Only he got to see you in such a manner and you for him.  Such is the manner of things and how they’ll always be. You want no one else but him. His feelings are indescribable as his fingers work you slow, your mouths falling open at the sensation, digging into his back harder, begging and pleading his name. 

He loves you like this, would frame it if he could. Another memory another shot of the countless images in his mind palace he keeps. Memories of you always flutter near and you’re where he belongs, his northern star the compass pointing him home.

For London may be his city, but here with you in his arms, falling apart through his love, he is home at last. A beacon of light in the darkness.

******

[witchersmistress]

Excuse me Professor

Hello my darlings, i ended up down a very dark road for awhile, im clawing my way back but grief is just awful. so this is me attempting to come back.

Triggers: forced orgasm, semi pulbic space, thigh riding and stimulation a dark sherlock holmes, [ despite his protest] pet names and secret deals.

word count: 1.2 k

“ Emily Weaver” jolted me from my dazed sleep, shaking my head to wake myself up as I looked at who called my name. Shit I dozed off in class, worse I dozed off in his. Professor Sherlock Holmes.. He was pinning me with a glare, his blue eyes heated. “ You will stay behind after class to talk about this inexcusable behavior”  he continued on with the lecture as I shrank my seat to avoid the eyes of my fellow students and peers.

The hour dragged as the bell rang, students lingered to see what would happen. “ I said class was dismissed, that means leave.” He was holding the door open as students ran out the door, he shut it with a slam, locking it behind him and closing the curtain. He walked to the bottom of the stairs “ Emily join me in my office please” he said opening another door as i walked down the stairs and passed him into his office. He had bookcases everywhere, filled with books and awards. His desk was filled with books, open and overlapping one another. “Sit” he demanded as he walked to a bookshelf pulling off his tie and undoing a few buttons of his shirt,  while pouring himself two fingers of an amber liquor  and downing it in one go. Pouring himself another one as he spoke “ What are we going to do with you?” he mused as he turned to face me “ I.. I don't know what to say, i am so sorry..” placing a hand on my shoulder, moving his hand across my collarbone, before grabbing at the base of my neck moving up my throat to my chin and tipping my head back to look up at him. Watching him take a sip of his drink. Opening my mouth to protest him, he leaned down, sealing his mouth over mine, opening it slightly, letting the liquor into my mouth. I drank it greedily, getting hints on vanilla and caramel with a hint of a smokey oak flavor. Panting as i down the last of it, sucking on his lip for just a little more. He pulled away and smiled wickedly at me. 

“ I was right, you are her my wicked girl” my heart dropped into my stomach..fuuuck he figured it out. He swung around the chair pulling me up by my neck as he sat on the edge of his desk pulling me between his spread thighs. He growled as he took  my face in his hand. “Tell me, is that why you are so tired in my classes? Because you are out dancing every night, making men crazy as you dance on that stage under the ultraviolet lights." His other hand made its way down the front of my blouse, undoing the buttons as he went, moving down to my skirt, he dragged my skirt up to my waist, exposing my garter belt and thigh highs.

He chuckled wickedly as he began to pluck at the straps holding up my thigh highs, as I pressed my thighs together, trying to surprise my desire, he  hummed in satisfaction, moving one of his thighs to separate mine. With minimal effort he wedged his thigh between mine until I was straddling his thigh, pushing it up into my throbbing core. I failed to conceal my whimper as I bucked my hips once before going still. He brought my face closer to his, removing the hand from my throat to the other side of my hip, as he began to move my hips  back and forth applying pressure ever so slightly. Pro.. profess..sser” i struggled with my words as he hummed wickedly “ yes my wicked girl” he crooned, his eyes darkened with lust and desire. My mouth went dry and I couldn't speak. I tried but nothing was coming out. Moving my hips faster, I began to whimper helplessly  as I watched the impressive bulge in his dress pants grow bigger. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. 

“ i've know for a while now, watching you both on that stage and in the halls, you may be innocent but you can't fool me” i could feel the approach of my impending orgasm as he continued on “ part of me wanted to be good but my wicked Emily ,” i  nodded quickly not sure how long i could hold the tidal wave back. He slipped on of his long nimble fingers into my dripping pussy, i groaned and rolled my head back as he took that finger out and began to circle my clit in a slow and tortuous circle “ the devil on my shoulders wants to know if you’ve ever cum with my name on your lips” moving my arm to his shoulder to support myself as he leaned back, picking up speed as he continued to circle my clit. “ Yes.. yes.. Almost every night” he smiled was down right sinful and delectable. “  i want to hear you” i was at my breakpoint and i did not care that i was going to sound like a whiny girl begging for a new purse or phone. “ please, professor” he tsked me several times cocking an eyebrow as i tried again “ please sherlock” i could feel the dames break., i leaned forward into his neck and buried my face in his neck as he continued to finger my pussy relentlessly, just as my first orgasm ended, another one was right behind him as i pulled back from his neck, grabbing his face between my hands, pulling him close, kissing him as i rode out my second orgasm. He swallowed my moans as if he was a starving man, greedy and wanting more, my legs began to shake as he withdrew his finger, pulling away from our kiss, he licked his finger clean before pulling me back on for another kiss, grabbing both my thighs he wrapped  them around his waist as he stood,. Turning around and depositing me on his desk. 

Breaking our kiss, resting his forehead against mine as I begged for my legs to stop shaking. His hands where still on my thighs as he began to lower himself, moving my now wet panties to the side, flattening his tongue starting at the bottom, he licked upwards in  slow strokes and circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, before standing up and smiling at me like the cat that ate the canary. Moving my panties back into place and pulling down my skirt for me as he looked me in my eyes. “ You’ll only ever dance for me now, understand? Every night at 5pm you will meet me at my car and ill bring you to my home, were you will dance for me till i cant keep my hands off you and I’ll fuck lick and suck that pretty pink pussy till ive had enough. Do you understand me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I nodded “ Yes sir” . Something dark flashed across his features as he handed me my bag and scooped me up bridal style carrying me to his car. Buckling me into the passenger seat, I asked “ Where are we going?” a deep rumble echoed from his chest “ My wicked girl, i'm not done with you yet” he smiled as he drew a knuckle down my cheek, placing a soft kiss on my lips “ I expect you’ll miss your classes tomorrow" he winked, chuckling as he closed the door.

[frost-queen]

In labour (Reader x Sherlock Holmes)

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“So any day now?”

John’s question sparked up an interest in Sherlock. He set his hands underneath his chin with a deep hum. – “Mycroft will be on his knees begging for forgiveness in no time.” – he responded. John furrowed his brows, staring confused back at his mate. – “I… I was talking about Y/n!”  - John called out, gesturing away.

“Oh.” – Sherlock responded. Taking exactly a few seconds before it hit him. – “Ooh!” – calling out, lowering his hands. John nodding with raised up brows that he finally understood. – “I forgot for a moment.” – Sherlock waved his hand idle away.

“How can you forget that any day now, you could become a father.” – John answered shaking his head at Sherlock’s thought train. Questioning again how Sherlock was able to strike you as his wife.

“I just forgot alright.” – Sherlock spoke with tensed brows. – “Just… just don’t tell her that.” – he made clear. John shook his head with a sigh. Turning his head, John looked around curiously.  – “Where… where is Y/n anyways?” – questioning as he hadn’t seen you walk around for at least half an hour.

“In the bathroom.” – Sherlock responded. John made a face to usher him to speak further. Worry striking his face. – “Yes, she is fine.” – Sherlock filled in. Not a moment later they jumped up from a loud scream. Both getting up and running over to the bathroom. – “Y/n, are you alright in there?” – Sherlock started pounding on the door.

“Y/n are you in pain?” – John asked turning the door knob that you had closed. – “Y/n, answer me.” – Sherlock begged, knocking even louder. John held his ear by the door, hearing you pant.

“Y/n open the door please.” – John asked as you cried it out in pain. Huffing and puffing moments later. The door got unlocked. Sherlock shoving John aside to enter. – “Y/n!” – he called out with worry.

Seeing you stand by the tub, one hand under your stomach. Sherlock’s gaze fell down on the wetness at your feet. Staring in shock at it. John bumped against his shoulder to get to you. – “Her water broke Sherlock!” – he called out. Sherlock blinking rapidly in response to absorb that information. John was already at your side, holding your arm up.

“Deep breaths Y/n.” – he said, supporting you. – “Sherlock we have to move. Now!” – John shouted at him. That seemed to work as Sherlock got in action. Nearly knocking himself out by the door when he rushed back out. Hurrying back inside with yours and his coats. Holding them proudly up like caught fish.

John sighed loud, snatching your coat from him. John helped you put on the coat. Handing you then over to your husband. – “I’m going to park the car in front. You help her downstairs.” – John addressed to Sherlock with a warning point.

Sherlock swallowed, taking John’s place at your side. Taking a hold of your arm. – “Is… is there going to be any more water?” – he asked as you could scream at him. – “Just get me downstairs.” – you responded annoyed. Sherlock helped you step carefully over the spill.

You were trying to steady your breathing as he helped you down the stairs. Misses Hudson appearing at the foot of the stairs. – “Oh is it time?” – she called out with delight. – “It is baby time misses Hudson.” – he responded helping you down the last few steps. – “Best of luck.” – she wished, sending you off with a pat on your back.

The car was parked in front. With the help of Sherlock you got inside. John not wasting any time by stepping on the gas. You were huffing and puffing. Calling it out in screams in between. Sherlock took your hand firm.

“Y/n, I’ve read that you have to puff like this.” – he informed you. He started mimicking huffs and puffs. First quick one’s than much slower one’s. You shot him a glare at how annoying he was. – “Don’t you start!” – you called out in pure frustration.

“Y/n!” – Sherlock panicked when you started to move around the car. Trying to find a comfortable position. Yelping in distress at the discomfort of being in labour. – “How is she doing back there?” – John wanted to know. – “Drive!” – was your answer ending in a loud scream of pain, shooting through you.

Sherlock’s gaze fell down on you, staring with wide eyes at you. Gasping at what you were doing. Panicking himself a bit as it suddenly all felt real. – “Drive faster John!” – he called out, worrying that you might give birth in the car. Panting loud, you settled for a comforting position for as long as it lasted. Sweating immensely.

You reached for his hand, wanting him close. Sherlock took your hand, leaning in closer. Wanting to give you a comforting kiss. Yet the moment his face got close to you, he received your hand against his cheek. Pressing his face against the window with a scream of agony. – “Au.” – Sherlock yelped out, face getting squashed against the window.

“Sorry.” – you puffed out. Sherlock removed his face from against the glass, waving at you that it was alright. – “How much longer?” – He wanted to know, not sure how much of this torture he could endure. – “Any moment now.” – John replied, taking a turn. – “Sherlock.” – you breathed out, reaching for his hand. – “I’m here Y/n… I’m here.” – he said taking your hand. 

A discomforting pain shot through you, making you squeeze his hand hard. Sherlock calling it out as his hand got crushed in yours. Trying to bite the pain away, by upholding his smile at you. Seeing how you were worried and panicking. He didn’t want to add more to that. Giving your hand a good pat.

John parked the car in front of the hospital. Opening the door for you, helping you out. Still crushing Sherlock’s hand, he toggled behind you, trying to keep up. Inside you were immediately assisted by nurses. One of them helped you sit down in a wheelchair. The two of them running after you.

You got pushed through double doors as one of the last nurses stopped them. – “Only the father can go further.” – she told them. John looked over at Sherlock, who remained silent. – “That is you!” – he called out. – “Right… right. That’s me.” – Sherlock shot his hand up. The nurse urged him to follow her. They gave him some protection coat before entering the room. You smiled between the tears at the sight of him.

Sherlock let his hand slide in yours, brushing his hand over your head. – “It’s really happening darling.” – he said calmly. Sucking in a breath, you nodded. – “I’m scared…” – you told him. – “So am I, but we can do this together.” – his words soothing you. You closed your eyes when he pressed his lips on your forehead. Leaving a tender kiss. Holding his hand firm, you began pushing.

Hours later, you had your baby in your arms. Sherlock stroking his hand through your hair. Complimenting you on the good work. Smiling between the tears, you kissed him. For your family had a member more.  

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Being Sherlock's wife and going through the pregnancy would include:

Warning: It's Sherlock, he's a great man. fluff, aftermath of The Final Problem, sweet, baby, Sherlock is a great husband, pregnancy, Baby William creation.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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• Him, dumbfounded and stunned when you told the news that you are pregnant which causes you to be concerned with the lack of response from him.

"I think you broke him" John.

•But later Sherlock recovers from the state of loading his information by hugging you tightly and repeatedly saying you two have become parents.

• Since you are still in the early stages of pregnancy, Sherlock will monitor your diet and recommend routines that should be followed by pregnant women. That's after he did research for pregnant women on Google.

• Concerned with the safety of you and the baby when you insist on joining him and John to solve cases. Even if you are still early in your pregnancy and capable of doing your work, saying that you don't need to tire yourself, but later let you join him and John.

• Morning sickness? don't worry Sherlock is always alert to your situation so don't be surprised if he suddenly appears behind you just to hold your hair as you vomit all the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

• Headaches? Sherlock can give you paracetamol and massage your head. Body aches? automatically, Sherlock is good at massage

• When it comes to the middle of pregnancy, the majority of pregnant women will have cravings with weird combinations of food. So you are no exception.

• Lemon and Honey? Sherlock can take the pickle and peanut butter? Sherlock doesn't know if the one he married all this time is human or not.

• wake up late at night just to eat something spicy? Sherlock automatically got up and left the flat for the sake's of you.

• you are also no exception to mood swings and your victim is Sherlock. Obviously.

• from sad to angry to happy and Sherlock handles your mood easily because he really expects you to be like that. He will be the place where you release your mood swings as long as you don't kill him.

• John being an expert about pregnancy (Mary preggo tadaa) gave him advice to handle pregnant women.

"and don't stress her out, Sherlock" John obviously.

• And now the awaited time has arrived. As your stomach is getting bigger and rounder, Sherlock can't keep his hands on his side because he always puts his big hands on your stomach just to feel the baby in that stomach.

• he will kneel and talk to the baby in the stomach which becomes a daily routine in these few months. He excitedly talked about his cases. Obviously.

• Him, excited when he gets a response from the baby in the stomach like a baby kicking your stomach because the baby is excited with his father. Often leaving you gasping for breath due to indigestion being kicked by the baby in the stomach.

• rub your belly every night and hug you from the back every time you sleep.

• when it comes to last month of pregnancy, your body aches and back pain are getting worse and Sherlock always helps you.

• he will whisper words of comfort in your ear as he hugs you from behind and strokes your hair to convince you that you are a strong person as you are having a mental breakdown.

• But overall, everything turns out fine and you don't have a mental breakdown anymore. Thanks to your loving husband.

• Excited because there are only a few weeks left before he will meet his baby and always finding some good names for his baby.

• Gender? nahh he doesn't care about that as long as the baby comes out well.

"Tina?" Sherlock.

"sounds like somebody's aunt" You.

•talking with baby has become traditions now. And he cannot wait to hold his baby.

• last week of pregnancy, he already took you to the hospital in case you give birth early. Bags and all facilities such as baby clothes and diapers have been packed by Sherlock. So no need to worry.

• John gave him a word of advice about the newborn. Such as what he should do and what he shouldn't do so that he won't panic.

• Rosie is excited to meet her new friend and always stuck with you while talking to the baby in your belly. She already sees you as a mother figure as hers has passed away. So no wonder she always stuck with you.

• When it's time for you to give birth, Sherlock will be where you endure the pain when you push the baby out of your vagina. He doesn't care if his hand is broken because you grabbed it or you swear at him. He's always there.

• Him, saying that you are strong and encouraging you to push the baby.

• panic when everything was quiet for a moment but sighed in relief when he heard the sound of his baby crying for the first time. He rubbed your head happily.

• Him, support his bundle of joy in both hands and smile genuinely as he found out that he got a boy.

• William Scott Hamish Holmes. That's your baby's name and his.

• Kiss William's forehead tenderly and whisper some words like welcome him to the family of Holmes.

• He is always there when you need him. What a great husband.

[saraakpotter]

She is my girlfriend(BBC Sherlock x reader)

summery: 3 times Sherlock lied about being your boyfriend and the time he made it real warnings: i think none but there are spoilers on the show if you haven't watched it yet genre: fluff p.s: i added some scenes and changed some dialogues in some parts.

number one: during 'the blind banker'

you were a detective. you went on cases with Sherlock and John. now you had to go into Eddie Van Coon's apartment.

"they are new to the apartment aren't they?" you said.

Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"

"how are you so sure?" John asked

Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.

"maybe they changed it." John said.

"no one would do that" you said and Sherlock rang.

"hello?" a woman's voice said some moments later

"ummm, hello miss, we are your downstairs neighbors. i don't know if you know us." Sherlock said

"uh, umm, no. we are new" the woman said.

"well, me and my girlfriend forgot our key's in our apartment" Sherlock said wrapping one arm around you and you rose an eyebrow but quickly played along.

"oh, do you want me to open the door for you?" the woman asked

"yeah, ummm, could we come from your balcony?" Sherlock asked.

"the balcony?!" the woman said surprised and Sherlock nodded.

after she left you came out of his arms.

"your girlfriend?" you asked with a raised eyebrow and John chuckled.

"oh, please. it had to be believable." he said.

"uh-huh" you said

number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'

"punch me in the face" Sherlock said

"punch you?" John said

"yes, punch me in the face. didn't you hear me?"

"i always hear 'punch me in the face' when you talk but it's usually subtext" John says

"yeah" you agreed and then, without another word you punched Sherlock in the face.

"i always wanted to do that" you joke

"ouch" Sherlock says "ok..." he starts but gets cut of by another punch by John.

"you are right! i think i did too" John says chuckling making Sherlock roll his eyes.

after forcing Kate, Irene's assistant to open the door you entered the house.

"who is the beautiful lady?" Kate asked with a fake smile

"oh, i..." you started but Sherlock cut you off

"she is my girlfriend" he says

"oh" Kate's fake smile fades and she walks to the room asking you to follow.

"i literally just punched you in the face" you whispered

"i asked you to" he says and you tried to hide your smile

number three: during 'the hounds of Baskerville'(i added this scene)

"hi" Sherlock says sitting next to a random costumer at the bar.

"hello, what's the problem?" the man said

"well, me and my girlfriend are here for vacation and we heard whispers about a huge dog in this town. in the woods." he says

"we made a bet. i said there is no such a thing and he disagrees" you played along

"so, you are here more often right? we wanted to know which one of us will win" Sherlock said placing a hand around your shoulders to make it look more realistic.

"oh, oh, this is way more than a dog. it's a monster. you should believe in it." the man says and then he turns to look at you "of course i don't want to scare a pretty woman like you"

you rolled your eyes and Sherlock glared at him and left before he could finish.

"ok, thank you for your help." he says trying to act unbothered.

"wow, you don't have to be so overprotective" the man say making you smirk and Sherlock roll his eyes.

number four: the real confession

"y\n?" Sherlock says walking to the room.

"yes?"

"i wanted to ask you something" he takes a deep breath.

"ok, what is it?"

"will you....can you....oh god!"

"Sher, just say it. its okay."

"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"

"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow

"oh god" he takes another deep breath "look, i'm not usually this nervous about anything but this really means to me and it has been on my mind for months....will you, be my girlfriend?" he finally says

"what?" you chuckle making him look more worried than he already is "you were nervous to ask me to act like your girlfriend? i have done that a lot of time. i'm actually starting to think it is real" you joke.

"what is it this time? a serial killer or another guy with mental health issues? maybe another naked woman?" you continue

"no....i....i mean be my actual girlfriend" he corrects

"what?" now you were really confused

"you see, all this time, when i acted like you were my girlfriend or acted jealous, it was because i liked the thought of that."

he waited for you to answer but when you didn't he continued.

"will you?" he said "be my girlfriend"

"this isn't a test to see how sentimental i am?" you asked half-jokingly

Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.

"then yes, Sherlock Holmes. yes, i will be your girlfriend"

[specialagentlokitty]

Sherlock x reader - my type

Hello, how are you mate, could you do a fic where reader is a pretty young lady with lots of male admirers and Sherlock thinks she’s out of his league. But he didn’t knew she was actually into him. Thanks! - Anon💜

Walking into flat with you looked around for your older brother but you couldn’t find him anywhere, but you did find his flatmate.

“Hey Sherlock, have you seen my brother?”

Sherlock looked up from the laptop.

“John isn’t here?”

You smiled a little, shaking your head at him and you walked over to him, leaning over the back of Sherlocks chair, you looked at what he was doing.

Sherlock glanced at your arm next to him but he said nothing about it.

“Why are you looking for John?” He asked.

“He was supposed to come to the shopping centre with me.”

Sherlock nodded his head and carried on scrolling through whatever webpage he was looking through.

It was silent for a moment.

“Come with me.” You said.

“Why?”

You smiled a little and walked back around the chair, placing your hands on your hips as you looked at him.

“Because I want you to come, it’ll be fun!”

“I’m busy.”

“No you’re not don’t lie to me Sherlock Holmes. Come on! Do you really want to leave a lady walking around the city alone?”

Sherlock went back to looking at the laptop and you huffed a little.

“Please Sherlock? I don’t wanna go alone.”

Sherlock sighed, closing the laptop.

He stood up and grabbed his coat and you beamed brightly at him as your an down the stairs.

“Thank you Sherlock!”

He complained the whole way to the shopping centre, but he went wherever you went even if he didn’t want to.

You were in a store looking for new tops and jackets, and Sherlock stood looking around.

He noticed how a lot of men would stop and look at you and he furrowed his brows slightly.

Sherlock looked at you.

You didn’t even seem to pay the other men any attention, you simply went about your business shopping for what you wanted.

“Hey beautiful, wanna grab a drink later?”

You looked up at the unknown man and blinked.

“Not interested.”

You walked away, grabbing Sherlocks arm so he would follow you.

“This is why you didn’t want to come alone.” He said.

“Yeah, John usually scares them away.”

Sherlock nodded his head and looked at the red shirt you were looking at.

“That’s not your colour. Here.”

He reached out and handed you a light blue version of the top and you smiled slightly.

“Thanks.”

You happily went to pay for everything, and started wondering again.

Sherlock noticed more and more men trying to hit on you, some offering to get you lunch, pay for your things, take you out.

You declined them all, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him slightly.

Sherlock wasn’t one for human emotions.

But you were beautiful, even he had to admit that. You seemed to have a sort of glow about you thay no matter where you were he could easily pick you out in a crowd.

You were absolutely stunning, he was sure if you wanted too you could’ve been a model.

And even though you declined the advances of other men it hurt him they had the courage to hit on you when he didn’t.

He didn’t know how.

But not just that, he was certain that there was no way you would date someone like him. He was sure of that.

He sighed softly, and glanced at you, seeing you stopping by a small bakery.

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

“A little. I just want to look.”

Sherlock nodded and gestured for you to go in, and he followed you, watching as you showed interest in different things.

“I’ll be out in a moment.”

“Okay!” You beamed.

Sherlock went back around and gathered a few of each thing you seemed to like or he knew you liked and brought them.

Walking outside, Sherlock held the bag out to you.

“Sherlock?”

“Well take it then, it’s for you.”

You took the bag and looked inside.

“Aw Sherlock you didn’t have to!”

“You wanted them and couldn’t make up your mind, so I got them all. Are we done shopping?”

You looked up at him and you smiled softly, nodding your head.

“Yeah, we can go home now.”

You got a cab back to the flat with him and happily skipped up the stairs, and you sat on the arm of his chair.

Sherlock walked over and sat next to you, and you held out the bag of baked goods.

He looked up.

“They’re yours.”

“And I want to share with you.”

“Thank you.”

Sherlock took one and you smiled, leaning against him and he couldn’t help the fact his heart skipped a beat a little.

“So, why did you turn down all of those men?”

You hummed a little.

“They’re not my type.”

“You have a type?”

You nodded.

“Oh yeah. Tall, brown messy hair, blue eyes, really smart but kinda oblivious to normal emotions, lives with my older brother and he buys me food from the bakery.”

You jumped up and beamed brightly at him, giving him a wink you grabbed your stuff and ran away while he sat there processing what you said

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @stark-ironman

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), slight bondage

I stood in the door to the hotel room, hotel key dangling off my finger. I shook my head with a smirk as I fought back the laugh that was caught in my throat. Sherlock stared back at me, narrowing his eyes as he took me in.

"Oh I should have known." I finally laughed. Sherlock huffed as he rolled his eyes, shifting as much as the handcuffs let him. "When John asked me to come check on you because you had snuck out to see Irene...I knew she'd do something. I knew you would end up in some pickle. One way or another. But this..." I gestured to him. "This is something else entirely."

"Yes. Well. If you would be so kind..." He gestured with his head to the pillow between his legs.

"Has the great Sherlock Holmes finally found a problem he can't get himself out of?" I laughed as I closed the door behind me. Sherlock set his jaw as he looked at me.

"For fuck's sake (Y/N)." He groaned. "Just get me out of this." I climbed up on the bed and moved the pillow, chuckling as I looked him over.

"Christ Holmes. Don't tell me you find being tied up enjoyable." I teased. Sherlock glared at me. "You see...this is what you get." I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Running out on me. To see HER." I pulled back and cocked my head at him, settling on my haunches as his eyes softened. "Leaving me at the restaurant. Alone. For an hour and a half."

"Darling..." He breathed out.

"You're lucky I ran into John." I sighed as Sherlock stretched his legs out. "He told me what happened. How you wanted to protect her. Again. After she has proven to you time and time again that she does not need you. Nor does she want you. She does not need your protection Holmes." Sherlock hung his head with a nod.

"I know." He sighed. "Damn I know." His head hit the headboard and he closed his eyes. "Instinct is a foul creature." Sherlock took a deep breath before looking at me again. "I'm sorry luv. I'd promise it won't happen again but..." He shrugged slightly, wincing at the tug on his arms.

"We both know you'll go running the first hint of trouble." I sighed. Sherlock gave me a tight smile as he nodded. "You're too good and kind for your own good Sherlock Holmes."

"And that stays between us." He shot back, eyebrow raised. I laughed as I shook my head.

"I think Irene knows that whether she wants to admit it or not." I responded. Sherlock paused before nodding. I glanced down to Sherlock's dick. "And I think we should do something about this before remedying the situation." Sherlock shifted uncomfortably as I got off the bed, undressing as quickly as I could. He gulped as he watched me.

"(Y/N)...you don't have to..." He stuttered. I gave him a look.

"I want to." I said as I climbed back onto the bed, crawling into his lap. Sherlock moved his legs to support me as I settled over him. "This alright?" I asked as he gazed up at me.

"More than alright." He said, shifting so his knees were bent behind me. I leaned back against his legs as I gripped him and slowly sank down on him. Sherlock moaned as the muscles in his arms went taunt. My head fell back, the air leaving me as our hips met. "As much as I disdain being found like this..." Sherlock breathed out.

"We are going to have to do this again." I finished. Sherlock nodded with a slight laugh. "Fuck. Its like I can feel everything." I sighed, lifting up and slowly sinking back down. Sherlock hummed.

"The feeling is mutual." He moaned as I ground against him, repeating my previous action. "I will admit, I'm not sure I like not being able to hold you."

"Well it is what you deserve right now." I groaned as I started to pick up the pace. Sherlock panted as his eyes fell to where we were joined. "Running off after that fucking woman and all." Sherlock growled as the string finally snapped. He lunged forward and kissed me, making me falter in my movements.

"That fucking woman is the key to our salvation. Once I take out her employer, we can lead a semi normal existence again." He growled. "Even if it kills her in the process. It does not matter to me. Only the employer." I gulped as I nodded slowly, Sherlock's face softening as he saw I understood.

"Good." I breathed out. Sherlock bucked his hips, making me fall forward slightly and put my hands on his chest. "Sherlock." I breathed out as he repeated the action, meeting me as I continued to bounce on him. "Oh fuck. Sherlock."

"Come for me darling." He breathed out. "Come for me." I cried out as I sank back on him, moving slightly up his chest as his hips continued to buck underneath me. Sherlock rode out my orgasm, following me over the edge shortly after. "That's it my love. That's it." He breathed out as we came down from our high. I slowly peeled myself off him and reached up to free him from the headboard.

"You're lucky it was me and not the maid." I teased as he rubbed his wrists, letting me run my hands over his arms. I kneaded the muscles as he watched me. "I ran into her as she was coming down the hall. Something about fresh linen for the bed. At the request of the patron." Sherlock's cheeks turned red as he took a breath.

"Then I am incredibly lucky." He smiled at me, gently cupping my cheeks before kissing me. "I promise. Once this Moriarty is caught, Irene Adler is going away for a long time. Either in jail or back to America where she belongs." I nodded as he softly pecked my lips.

"And we are doing that again. Once John is off and married of course." I smiled at him as Sherlock helped me off his lap. He chuckled as we went about getting dressed.

"Why should we suffer while he has done the same thing to me?" Sherlock asked, a plot hatching as he looked me over.

"Sherlock Holmes you rouge." I laughed as he pulled me close, kissing me deeply.

"Only for you luv." He breathed out, arm wrapped around me as we left the room. "Only for you."