#Sherlock holmes replies

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Is that our first domestic? Well at least our relationship lasted longer than my last one.

[sherlockholmescd]

Damnit. I lost you. Where did you run off to?

Lost me? I am not a dog, Watson.

I followed a lead, to the park. Try to keep up with your short legs.

[contact-guy]

This is part of a series, read these first! (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4)(pt 5) (pt 6)

HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES part 7 - man of action

this is part of the Watson's sketchbook series!

(slight nsfw under the cut)

[artofdeductionbysholmes]

Congratulations to all Trump voters; you have just lowered the IQ not only of the United States but of the entire planet.

Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

I do not get paid by the police when I solve their cases, but I do get paid by private clients for cases now and then. However, it depends on the finances of the people who consult me, depending on the assets of the client I might not charge anything at all, especially if the case is highly mentally stimulating, that is enough payment. And otherwise, let's just say I do not worry much about monetary issues, given my familial background. Having the british government in your family has it perks, including not having to worry about finances or rent. Which means that I can fully focus on my work instead of worrying all the time to make ends meet, being able to help more people without charging them.

I don’t know is this just me or has anyone else wondered how does Sherlock has money on his card how does he pay rent???? Like In the first episode it gets said “he doesn’t get paid for this he enjoys it” BUT HOW TF HAS THIS MAN GOT MONEEYYYYY?????!?!? HAVE I NOT BEEN PAYING ENOUGH ATTENTION TO THE SHOW IM SO CONFUSED😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😿😿😿😿

[johnhwatsonblog]

Hi Dr. Watson, I recently came across this footage still and, for a split second, I thought he was proposing to you: down on one knee, arms holding up as if presenting a ring. Then I saw the gun. Nice jacket though. You look great in sap green.

And I promise you that I will have a very different expression if I am proposed to….

[holmesoverture]

Trick or treat!

Halloween is over and I was not prepared for anyone to ask for a trick or treat so I shall improvise by offering this "baby picture" of my dog. You can decide if this is a trick or a treat! <3

[prosopopeya]

hey if you happen to enjoy acd!sherlock holmes fanfic, or know of the sherlock author wordstrings, FYI that their site with their acd!holmes/watson fic seems to have been removed from its original URL. wordstrings put out a call for help to crowdsource any missing fic. in the comments, someone posted that they found this link which seems to be functional.

if you want to read some mindblowingly excellent canon holmes/watson -- which are the reason i even read the stories in the first place -- then i suggest you get into these stories. and if you have read them before maybe it's time for a reread!

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Hi, can I ask for some Sherlock Holmes with a side of spanking and cuddles?

Title: The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Fandom: Enola Holmes series

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him. For @princessphilly, I hope this works!!

Warnings: female!masturbation, spanking, softDom!Sherlock

A/N: I listened to “24 Caprices for Solo Violin, Op. 1, MS 25: No. 24 in A Minor” while writing this, you do not have to. But it is quite good if you like violin and suspenseful music. Also, Enola correctly guesses that Paganini is Sherlock’s favorite composer in the first Enola Holmes film, so like, research! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The sounds of violin wafted through 221B Baker Street. You loved to hear Sherlock play most days. But, today was different. This was day three of a Paganini marathon, which could only mean one thing.

He was stumped on a case. 

A case he refused to talk to you about. No, he could only converse with his beloved violin about it. However, that’s not how you see it. No. 

Your perception? He decided to play instead of paying attention to you. Being the brat that you are, you are determined to make him regard your presence.

You don your tightest bodice and skirt, the deep sapphire one that Sherlock purchased for you as a gift when he asked you to move into Baker Street. He specifically had it tailored to your measurements, showing off your ample bosom and child-bearing hips. 

You make your way from your shared bedroom into the drawing room where Sherlock is playing. His violin is tucked between his chin and shoulder. His left hand bows at a speed that makes the messy curls on his head dance along to the music. His right hand holds the violin at the neck so delicately, it’s almost loving.

You step around several stacks of papers, narrowly missing a tower of books. You remind yourself to have that talk again with Sherlock about the difference between organization and chaos. 

You finally make it to the chair next to his music stand, his eyes never leaving the sheet music. You make sure to sit down in a way that makes a squeak that Sherlock has commented on many a time. He’s actually shown you how to sit so that said squeak does not occur. You remarked that he could just get rid of the chair, to which he replied that you can sit elsewhere if you’re going to complain.

No reaction. 

You seethe, watching as he continues with 24 Caprices. You kick over the music stand and the sheets dance gracefully to the floor.

Nothing.

He simply closes his eyes and plays from memory. He plays it perfectly, of course. Paganini is his favorite composer, after all. He would know it forward and backward.

You were growing impatient, running out of options for how to get this man’s attention. Until it hit you. The idea was just ridiculous enough to work. It would be depravity in polite society, sure. But clever enough to get him to at least acknowledge your presence. And that would be enough.

You get up from the chair and make your way over to the chaise lounge. Arranging a few pillows to rest your head upon, you then lie down and pull your skirt up enough to get to your drawers. You pull them down and toss them out of the way, Sherlock being none the wiser as he continues playing.

You let your hand wander down to your folds, already slick with the frustration of being untouched for days. You allow yourself time to tease, playing with your swollen bud before dipping lower to enter a single finger within yourself. A sigh escapes your lips as you explore your inner walls. As another finger joins the first, Sherlock’s name falls from your lips.

Sherlock’s sense of smell is what pulls him out of his hyperfocus. He smells your arousal as he hears his name in the air. In an instant, his fixation becomes all about you.

He places down his violin and bow next to the fallen music stand, not putting it right-side up. Not bothering to be quiet, as your moans now fill the room louder than his playing did, he stalks over to you and clears his throat loudly.

Your hand stills and you open one eye looking up at your husband. The look on his face of disappointment is enough to cause heat to flare behind your cheeks. Then, his face changes to that of…impatience?

“Well? Are you going to finish then? Or must I intervene?” Sherlock’s words have a bite to them, and you can’t say you’re surprised. Well, you are stunned he is offering to help.

At least you were under the impression that he is offering to help. And that is why he is the expert detective and you are...well, not.

Before you can ask for assistance, Sherlock is lifting you off the chaise and throws you over his shoulder. He takes you into the bedroom and set you down on your feet before sitting on the edge of the bed. 

He points to you and beckons you with a curved finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You begin to sit next to him, but he blocks your path.

“I don’t believe bad girls get to sit down next to Sir. Over my knee with yourself, girl. You’re going to practice your counting. And don’t make me repeat myself.” Sherlock’s voice is stern and you involuntarily gulp before settling your middle across his lap.

Sherlock pulls up your skirt so it rests along your back and the cool air of the room produces gooseflesh along your bare bottom and legs. No sooner do you register that feeling does the first blow land. You grunt as Sherlock’s hand grazes the skin of your left cheek.

“One, Sir!” You cry out, surprised at the white-hot heat of the smack.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He raises his hand again. He waits until your ass relaxes and brings down his hand upon your right cheek. This time harder than the first.

“Two, Sir!” You shout, the sting radiating through you.

“Good girl, I think you deserve one more though,” Sherlock informs you and you nod, “Use your words, girl. Do you deserve another?”

“Yes, Sir, I deserve another,” you whimper, clenching your thighs to try and gain some sort of friction.

“I wholeheartedly agree, my dear,” he laughs, punctuating his sentiment with one last swat to your left cheek.

“Three, Sir!” You gasp, clutching onto Sherlock’s pant leg as his hand finds its way between your legs to find you soaked.

“That’s my good girl, look how soaked you are for me. I bet you’re right on the edge. All you need is one…last…push,” Sherlock plunges two fingers into your sodden cunt and expertly finds your inner bundle of nerves. He massages it while praising you for taking your punishment so well. “You’ve been so good for me, my love. You take all the attention you need, girl.”

Before long, you are clenching around Sherlock’s fingers and he is working you through your orgasm with his skilled fingers. You send thanks to the heavens for marrying a man who understands the female anatomy. 

As you come down, Sherlock pulls down your skirt. He pulls a pillow from the bed for you to sit on as he turns you around in his lap. He kisses your forehead and presses your head down to lean on his shoulder, resting his head upon yours. 

“Now, my dear little one. Care to explain what that little show was for?” His voice is calm as his arms wrap around you, holding you flush to him as he rocks a bit back and forth.

“I hate it when you’re stuck on a case, you don’t pay any attention to your wife, my love,” You don’t attempt to hide the sorrow in your voice.

“You’re so right. I’ve neglected my dearest. She even had to turn to her own ministrations in the wake of my absence,” he pulls back and looks down at you, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “As frustrating as a case may be, it is no excuse to ignore you. I promise you, my love, it will not happen again. You have my word.”

“Thank you, Sherlock,” you twirl your finger around a curl of his hair and watch it spring back, “I love you.”

“And I love you, dear one. Now, shall we solve this case, Mrs. Holmes?”

“That we shall, Mr. Holmes.”

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[daipeanutsaiban]

we love more homumiko or just holmes in general! im curious to see more of those two. also i love your klimt and lady b art. SO much. im very normal about that group as well

thank you for the sweet message!! 🥹💖 these were my first attempt at homumiko/mikohomu (and the first time seriously attempting to draw yujin, which is a travesty because i adore his character) after seeing ur ask. unfortunately i lost motivation towards the end on the 2nd pic but if it's alright i'll post it anyway (maybe i'll finish it at a later date.. no promises there though haha🤞)

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

important subtext: Jeremy Brett smoked 60 cigarettes a day and went out of his way to break nonsmoking area rules to do it

Mr Brett what do you think you're confirming here

(I think this was about this post - sorry, my notifications don't work.)

Oh yes, absolutely! Another piece of important context is that Jeremy Brett left his first wife for a man, and was in a relationship with actor Gary Bond from 1969 to 1976.

Now, I do not think that you can necessarily say that because Jeremy was a queer man, he had to play a queer Holmes. But I am sure that -when he thought about whether or not he thought that Holmes was queer for himself - he came up with a better explanation than 'He and Watson couldn't kiss because of the smoking'. I mean, this man made up an elaborate headcanon about Holmes's childhood to understand how to play him. Personally, I think that he probably saw Holmes as too isolated and emotionally repressed to act on any feelings he might have had for anyone. He has this wonderful friendship with Watson who by some miracle (and lots of patience, I'm sure) just understands him, and who doesn't even marry in the Granada adaption. It is perfectly clear the are 'exclusive', in every way the viewer choses to interpret their relationship. They are together and they always will be. (Oh no, now I'm thinking of the Lost Beekeeping Footage again ...)

I also think that Jeremy often was uncomfortable because he felt Holmes and he were very different and he struggled to get him 'right', and at the same time that Holmes was coming too 'close' and took over too much of Jeremy. I think there is a possibility that Jeremy deliberately tried to separate his own experiences and feelings from what he believed Holmes to have experienced and felt.

When he made that reply about the pipe, I think it is relatively certain he came up with that on the spot. It is clear that he could not have said 'Yes, I think Holmes and Watson are gay' without causing a massive scandal which would not only have meant trouble for Granada, but also journalists digging through his private life. In that light, it was possibly even brave to say "I think it's unlikely" and "If it cheers the gays up I'm thrilled". I think it was possibly necessary to frame it as a joke, first by citing David's "Well, we're not" and then by coming up with that stuff about smoking.

But it does look a bit suspicious from a man who has been chainsmoking throughout the whole interview, I agree. ;)

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Opinion about Taylor Swift?

Overrated.

[sherlockholmescd]

Hi Mr. Holmes, I assume you and Dr. Watson @docjwatsonblogposts met on 29 January, 2023? So you have found out Jeff Hope's killer. Who was it? Was it Moriarty and/or his henchmen? It's strange that I never heard of this development in the news for such a high-profile case.

I am not at liberty to say. All details regarding this case are highly confidential.

[atamh]

Mr Holmes! A pleasure to meet you, I've heard wonderful stories of your rather... clever ways of going on. Jaime is my name. And I have a question. As someone in such an important role, and as someone who has such a famous brother, how hard does that weigh on your shoulders and mind?

[artofdeductionbysholmes]

Do you see Rosie as a daughter figure or not??

Hello.

Rosamund? A daughter figure? That's an odd question.

She is John's @johnhwatsonblog daughter, obviously, not mine. I am hardly suited for fatherhood, as anyone with sense would agree. But still, she is part of John's life, which inevitably means she is part of mine, whether I like it or not. And I do— tolerate her. More than I anticipated. Much more.

Do I consider her a daughter figure? No. Not in the traditional sense. But if you're asking whether I would do anything to ensure her safety, to keep her out of harm's way, to educate her, to make her happy—well, yes. It appears I already have.

So, to answer your question: I don't feel like her father, but my actions may suggest otherwise. Strange how these things happen without one's permission.

SH

[fairer-tales]

john watson is so good luck babe coded. especially the bridge.

UR SO RIGHT!! AAGHH!!

john watson who has had so many consecutive gfs that he got them confused. (one of those gfs saying he’d be a good bf to sherlock)

john watson who so adamantly denies that he’s gay, even at the slightest implication.

john watson who cheated on his wife and said ‘I’m not the man you thought I was. I’m not that guy. I never could be’ (he was bored by domesticity and lack of risk, yet risk was linked to sherlock from the very beginning - he needed ‘risk’ again)