#sherlock smutt

[strangelockd]

Till The End Of Time

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader

Summary: After years of living a busy life and being the worlds only consulting detective. Sherlock Holmes basks in the glow of fatherhood. Together you opt for a movie night, leaving Sherlock with other ideas in mind for the two of you.

Warning: - Heavy Fluff & Smut, Fingering, Pure Mutual Admiration, Praise Kink, P In V Sex, Hair Pulling.

•This came to me as I was organizing my music. I hope you all enjoy it. (Who wouldn’t enjoy Sherlock as a father 🥹) I am slowly returning to my inbox requests so please bare with me. If you like the song you can check out my Sherlock Holmes Playlist. As always likes, comments and reblog’s are always welcome•

Stroking Sherlocks soft brown curls between your fingers you couldn't help but give a joyful sigh. It was the perfect day, and Sherlock wanted nothing more than to enjoy the weekend with his girls. After retirement, it took a while for your husband to live a slower life amongst people.

For decades all Sherlock Holmes knew was solving criminal cases, chasing one high with the next. The Consulting Detective was never one to admit that he would become the ‘settle down’ type of man. But after time and great patience, Sherlock Holmes grew to fall in love with what normal people would call human domesticity.

Resting your arm around his neck Sherlock craned his head bringing your hand up, kissing each finger gently as your daughter continued sleeping in his lap. His free hand continued playing with Amelia's curls while his eyes trailed to yours. That piercing green gaze that always sent flutters through your stomach. To most Sherlock wasn't an easy person to read, but this look said it all as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

“I love you both so much y/n,” he broke the silence, “You and Amelia have brought me more happiness than anything could ever give,” his lips went back to your hand as he glacially made his way to your wrist. Placing a delicate kiss on your pulse point you released an impulsive groan bringing your legs closer in a foolish attempt to hide what the heart truly desired.

“And I love you S-Sherlock, we both do more than anything in the world,” you quivered, trying to maintain your composure. Nearly waking Amelia you both paused giggling only for her to continue back to her soft snores. She was always a deep sleeper like you and at times like this it served its benefit. Leaning in slowly you kissed Sherlock, feeling him moan against your soft lips, his free hand cupping your chin as if you were porcelain glass. His thumb stroked your skin softly as you leaned into his touch, soft and secure.

“How about we put Amelia to bed and we can have a movie night? I'll even let you pick the film,” you smiled.

Sherlocks hand trailed down resting on his navy clad leg as he sat contemplating your idea. The edge of his lip formed a familiar smirk as he quickly stole another kiss.

“That sounds more than fair,” he agreed.

Sliding your arm off, Sherlock stood up opting to carry Amelia to her room. Her small delicate limbs clung to her fathers frame like a tiny koala as his long fingers played with her soft auburn hair. Tucking her in gently, Sherlock kissed Amelia's forehead whispering sweet nothings, stroking her soft curls that strikingly resembled his own. Next to you, she was perfect in his eyes.

“Good night, my dearest Ameila. Mummy and Daddy love you with all of our hearts,” the timber in his voice spoke with promise, closing the door behind him. With a satisfied sigh he rolled his shoulders back with a feeling of confidence. Like the familiar thrill of solving a case Sherlock Holmes couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

The two of you brought him more pride and joy than he ever could imagine. All these years he always felt like a pariah, destined to wander this world alone. Sherlock kept convincing himself that he wasn’t worthy of anything good. But with you, it changed the course of his life for the better. With Amelia, life just became more plentiful.

*****

Making a quick change into your pajamas, you sat at the foot of the bed unaware that Sherlock was standing by the door frame on the side safely assuming he was watching this whole time. His eyes glowed in the low light as he took strides closer, wedging himself between your legs opening them wider, his expression drinking in your lovely features. The curls draped over his forehead as he slowly leaned into you, feeling his breath on your skin sent goosebumps up your flesh.

You pulled away, eyeing him with suspicion playfully taking him in, “penny for your thoughts?”

Sherlocks body towered above you, his big hands cupping your face softly bringing you in for a deep kiss. The feeling of his lips ever inviting as his tongue grazed across your lower lip begging for entrance. Together you moaned in sweet unison as he slipped inside, holding your frame up for support as you kissed with heated passion. Feeling his strong legs between yours you couldn’t help but bring your fingers up to his waistband pulling him closer. It was enough to spur him on as he continued kissing you. All that could be heard was your shared moans as you suddenly pulled away suddenly remembering the plans for tonight.

“Wait. S-Sherlock. What about the film?” You pleaded, his lips trailing your collarbone. The flecks of his tongue against your skin made you release a sharp hiss. His tongue continued nibbling your ear as you melted under his hypnotic touch. Powerful and strong, he was able to read you better than anyone. He pulled away leaving the both of you breathless as he rested his forehead against yours smiling sheepishly.

“I had another plan besides a film my darling. Much more pleasurable plans. And beside,” taking his fingers he slid off your top leaving your top half exposed, “you said I got to pick what I wanted to watch,” throwing the garment on the floor he gave a soft groan. He couldn't help but stare in awe, “and I choose to watch you come undone by me.”

His baritone voice dropped an octave as he was left stunned, “So perfect,” leaving his mouth agape you stood up to kiss him softly. Your bare chest pressed against his form fitting white shirt that was begging to be ripped off. Sherlock leaned in to kiss you once more as you leaned into his touch. The feel of his large hands pressed against your bare skin left goosebumps in their wake. All that could be heard was the sound of Sherlocks whimpers as your fingers threaded through the curls that crowned his head. He always had a weak spot when you grabbed or played with his tresses.

Sherlock was all too eager to accept the guidance as your hand led him to suck on a nipple, followed the other he traced each bud with delicate care. Knowing all the tricks to make your knees buckle. He was feeling you getting impatient as you pulled his head away, leaving him smiling. The sound of his labored breath only turned you on more as your fingers fumbled with the button of his white dress shirt.

You slowly removed his buttoned shirt leaving his top half exposed. The way the moonlight kissed his alabaster skin made your pussy ache. Before you could comprehend Sherlocks palms rested beside you on the bed as you felt the weight shift on both sides of your hips, he wanted more of you as he slowly slid two of his fingers around your waistband. Biting your lips you locked eyes as he slid your bottoms off finally freeing you from your pajamas. He could see the glisten of your eager entrance aching for his attention.

You took a quick hold, grabbing his waistband once more in a desperation to have him closer. Your lips returned in a feral fury as you removed his trousers and boxers in a swift motion. His hands returning to your entrance, you cried a soft moan as his fingers pumped in and out, the feeling was pure ecstasy as you felt your orgasm blossom. It clearly spurred Sherlock on because it made him pick up the pace as his thumb teased in circles around your tender bud.

“Darling you're so beautiful. I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you,” he purred curling his finger in that spot. The sweet spot that always had you see stars. Before you knew it you cried out in pure pleasure as Sherlock watched on, grinning with pride.

Coming down from your high Sherlock paused, bringing a foot up he placed a kiss on your ankle. Hearing you giggle his green eyes glowed as he locked into your gaze. He slowly crawled on top of you kissing up the length of your body, his arms cadging you in as he leaned down kissing you softly. Sherlock was always a passionate person deep down and to find himself lost in this moment was something of a dream. The look of your pebble flushed breasts accompanied by the look in your eyes of pure satisfaction. He wanted this moment etched in the walls of his mind palace forever.

He kissed your forehead trailing down to your nose, his lips found yours as he melted into your touch. The great detective was immensely turned to putty by the one thing he can't live without. You. For you fit him better in more ways than one. He brought himself up aligning his cock at your entrance. Giving a few steady pumps with his hand you took in the glisten of pre cum beading off the tip making you bite your lip once more. Bracing his shoulders for support as he asked, “Are you ready my love?” Sherlock's eyes never left yours as he scanned you for absolute permission.

Taking a hand you cupped the back of Sherlocks neck, bringing him close and kissing him gently. Showing assurance the kiss was soft and bared your heart filled trust. No words were needed as Sherlock slowly thrusted himself in. You both shared a groan as the kiss never broke. Allowing yourself to adjust before he pulled away gently, he locked on your gaze once more purring into your ear.

“Promise me one thing y/n,” he went even slower, itching himself deeper as he slowly bottomed out. Savoring the moment of feeling his cock stretching you so unbelievably full. You clenched slightly causing Sherlocks hands to suddenly dig into your hips knowing damn well it will leave marks.

“W-what's that,” you stuttered as he kept up his thrust, determined to make you feel complete.

Sherlock caged his arms around you as he paused leaning into your ear his voice purred against your ear, “that you're mine. Forever,” returning to his pace your nails dug into his back. Your hand laced the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. A kiss that spoke of untimely promise. He kept up the pace as you moaned once more in pleasure.

“Always!,” feeling your climax blooming, your nails dug into his pale back even deeper, “I promise Sherlock. Now please go faster,” you begged, feeling your heels dig deeper, spurring him on as it only took those words for him to start thrusting into you at such a pace; A pace you will know you'll feel the next day.

“Jesus Sherlock!” You groaned into his neck, his curls sticking to his sweat glistened forehead as he kissed you. Stifling all moans as you rode your climax. The feeling bloomed as his hips moved at this new angle that made you suddenly see stars. Whatever god you were chanting was wasted as Sherlock slammed into you one last time. Your orgasm hit you, making your eyes practically fall into the back of your head as you drenched his cock with your nectar.

“That's my good girl,” he smiled, feeling the praise go right to your solar plexus. You were always a sucker for admiration. He pulled out gently making you wince, you couldn't help but miss the feeling of him. Throwing the blanket iver Sherlock quickly returned with a tray full of essentials. Even after lovemaking he always believed in aftercare. The tray consisted of two sleeptime teas, massage oil and a small stack of what looks like steaming towels.

“You always take such wonderful care of me Sherlock, how did I get so lucky?” He traced a warm towel over your center as he was careful not to overstimulate. He reached for the glass bottle of oil, pouring it over his elegant digits as he signaled you to lay on your stomach. The feeling of his strong hands worked every aching nerve as you sank into the mattress.

“It's not luck y/n I just love taking great care of what is precious to me,” he spoke softly rubbing every part of your skin. The oil felt amazing as he finished with your shoulders sealing the gesture with a kiss he rubbed his hands dry on a towel before reaching for your tea. Covering with the blankets you snuggled closer together as you both sipped your beverages in complete happiness enjoying the moment shared between you both. For life could not be any more satisfying than having you and Amelia at his side.

Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes Playlist

@withalittlehoney @deepbatched @bakerstreethound @thealleydog @sassenach-on-the-rocks @blxckdragonfly @asherloki @pinkthick @stewardofningishzida @cumbrbatchbenedict @geeky-politics-46 @lokidokieokie @strangesgirls @silversword7000 @newavenger @icytrickster17 @lucimorningst4r @lady-harvey @evelyn-kingsley @battledress @budugu @kentucky-criedfricken @hunterofshadows04 @km-ffluv @datauthorress @azu21 @cemak @sobeautifullyobsessed @aphroditesdilemma @huxs-waifu @strangesslut @butchers-girl @dino-fart @meeom @strangesthirdeye @vickiee-mcmuffin

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I come with requests (pls). You can decide if it has smut or not but-

SHERLOCK (ENOLA HOLMES VERSION) IS TALKING TO IRENE AND Y/N IS JEALOUS CUZ HE SEEMS TO FLIRT WITH HER N STUFF.

Again, you can decide if there's smut or anything but I NEED this fic.

It would be greatly appreciated as I need another reason to listen to Reputation.

Hey Anon,

Again I'm incredibly sorry you had to wait so long. Hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Smutt, dom / sub vibes, arguing

The whole situation was wrong. You stood in the doorway of Sherlock’s apartment, the apartment you recently had to move into. The woman seemed to enjoy your startled expression, her eyes were dark and there was a smirk ghosting on her red lips. 

“This is-” Sherlock started his eyes fixed on the woman, to your relief he had kept his distance. He was leaning against the fireplace mantel. 

“Oh, I know who she is.” Her eyes narrowed, and her body was sprawled across the couch. “I’m Irene, an old friend of Sherlock’s,” She said moving her gaze back to him. 

You wanted to throttle her, wishing that women’s issues could be settled like men. Instead, you smiled brightly. 

“If I knew we were having guests I would have put something together. I’ll put the kettle on.” You moved into the kitchen. 

“No need darling. I'm not here for tea.” She uncrossed her legs and sat upright. “I came here for business.” 

Then it started. You stayed on the edge of the room as the two started to banter. Crime scenes, clues, motives, both trying to get the upper hand. You struggled to keep up as they argued, one thing was glaringly obvious. The tension in the room was palpable. You felt the electricity and it made you sick to your stomach. 

They were an inch away from each other, Sherlock looking unimpressed and cold, while she looked like she was savoring every moment of the interaction. 

“Maybe you should look a little closer, somewhere in the woods maybe?” 

“Moriarty-” 

“Sends his regards.” She whispered her eyes focused on his lips. Part of you felt like you should intervene, and the other part of you felt like slinking away. This was so embarrassing, he seemed to forget about your existence altogether. Part of you knew it was because he wanted the missing information from the case he was working on, but the rest of you couldn't feel that logic. 

You were swallowed up by his lack of concern for you. He looked and acted as if he was single, he was doing exactly what she wanted him to do. 

She turned on her heel and left, slamming the door behind her causing you to jump. Your stomach and chest were tight, but you would rather be shot than let him see that he had hurt you. 

You moved to the bedroom and shut the door, locking it even though you knew he would probably be sitting there sorting through her riddles. 

You grabbed a bag stuffing it with clothes, anger seeping out of you. It was going to be a huge mess if you went to your sister's place like this but you didn’t care. Any place was better than here. 

You opened the bedroom door and to no surprise, he was sitting there staring out the window. Muttering under his breath. He never liked being interrupted when he was like this. So you walked across the living space towards the front door. 

“Where are you going?” He asked exhaling smoke from his pipe. 

“Doesn't matter.” You shrugged. 

“Of course, it matters.” He stood up fully attentive now. 

“No -” 

“She just gave us the missing clue, Morarity is--” 

“Is a fucking ponce. I don't have time for this Sherlock. I can't do this,” You slipped a little then took a deep breath making your way closer to the door. 

His large frame blocked you and you were surprised that he was making such an effort to keep you there. He looked like he was struggling to explain something. 

“You're angry. I don't understand why.” This made your blood boil.  “But Moriarty wants you.” 

“I’m glad someone does.” You bit back. His face was stern and you knew he wasn't going to let you leave and a part of you was happy to argue.  

“You don’t think I want you.” His voice was just above a snarl, and his eyes were dark. His anger had the opposite effect on your body, your pulse raced and you suddenly felt a few degrees too hot. His glare was consuming and you hated him for how attractive it was. 

“Obviously not. She was all over you, and you - you - you - just let her. Right in front of me - you didnt even -” He leaned his face closer to yours and your words cut off.

“She wants you to run out of here angry. There’s a delivery carriage just up the street that hasn't moved since she got here.”Sherlock whispered. “She’s already left, thinking you’d run out of here. We have the upper hand.” 

You thought about what he was saying, there was plenty of logic. The way her eyes would land on you periodically despite flirting with Sherlock. She was obvious too obvious about it. You still felt like fighting. 

“I don’t like this.” You gritted your teeth. Many converstations had recently been had over the many ups and downs of the life he lead. How you were attched to him publicly now due to a careless misstep. Now you understood his reluctance all these months. 

Moving in with him was the safest option. You didnt realise how angry all of that made you, how your private life was boiled down and sold as broth for everyone to consume. Somthing so dear to you, you knew deep down you wouldnt want to live without him. You closed your eyes, you wanted him. But the world needed him. All those murdered women, cases left unsolved completley neglected until he would show up. 

He was doing what was right. A thought that comforted the anger you felt at the loss of control. 

“Then let me make it up to you.” He said through gritted teeth. A voice in the back of your mind told you to run away from the darkness in his eyes. Your body stood frozen in place, welcoming his rage. 

He closed the space between the two of you and gripped your jaw tightly. You looked up at him with wide eyes, he was so angry. His mouth crashed into yours and you felt yourself slip away into blissful submission. 

This wasn't normal for you. When you wanted to fight you let him have it. You would shout at him and was always secretly grateful that he could take it. He never tried to take advantage, letting you express your emotions freely. Normally without consequence. But his hands were warm and gripping at your flesh madly.

You felt like you should make an effort to push back, try to take some control back. But your body had a mind of its own. You wanted him to make it up to you, and for once you didn’t want to be the one thinking and doing.  

You let him ravish you, pulling apart the front of your dress. His mouth biting the flesh along your breastbone. He pushed you against the living room wall, and a crashing sound was noted in your periphery but you didnt have the brain power to care. He used his knee to press his way between your legs. His hand ran up the inside of your thigh bringing your skirts up higher. 

His mouth tenderly sucked in a nipple causing you to knot your fingers in his hair. A groan escaped your lips, your eyes fluttered closed and the last of your thoughts faded away. 

Your mind was singularly focused on receiving his touch. He placed one last sharp bite against the base of your neck before picking you up. He kissed you messily as he carried you back to the bedroom. Kocking over piles of books and experiments. The place would be a disaster after but you didnt care. His large body somehow managed to safely navigate the chaos before reaching the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed and quickly discarded your dress. His body was on yours in the span of a breath, he wasn't going to risk letting you sober up and snap back to reality. 

A faint warning sounded that there were still men waiting outside the house… That thing could be dangerous. The thought only made you wetter. 

Your mind went blank as you felt his mouth on your clit. No warm-up, no warning. Your legs snapped shut and you let out a scream. Your hips bucked and he placed a hard slap to the side of your thigh. 

You were getting close, your voice was loud. He moved away and you tried to push his face back down. He resisted you easily. With a fluid motion, he had moved his whole length inside you. The stretch was almost enough to make you orgasm. 

“Not yet.” He snarled, thrusting inside you wildly. His large hand cradled your neck with a delicious grip, his teeth sinking into the flesh under your collarbone once more.  

The pain and pleasure was too much for you. Your hips met his every thrust desperate for his command. Your throat was sore from crying out. 

His thrusts became harder and deeper, stealing the air from your lungs. Your whole body was tensing up.

“Cum” he growled into your ear and your body contracted and seized. The pressure was unbearable, he forced his way in and out of your tight cunt, finding his own release. 

After an eternity your body finally collapsed into nothingness. The most soothing nothingness. 

Sherlock collapsed onto the bed next to you. Pulling you against his naked body tightly. You let him move your limp body, still not able to grasp the world. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into your hair. His voice was thick with grief, and you shuddered against the sudden cold that moved against your skin. “I will send you to Frace, there is a monastery there -” 

“Stange thing to do to a woman before banishing her to live with nuns” You mumbled rubbing your cheek against the hair on his chest. 

“I can keep you safe.” He sighed heavily. 

“Perfectly safe here. He’ll find me if you send me away, better to stay next to you. Handle this like every other case.” You were very proud of the contributions you made to the cases you had helped with.

___________

The man shifted looking down at his watch once again. The lady never left the apartment. He felt antsy, Moriarty made it very clear how he deals with disobedience, the last thing he wanted was to end up another case file on Sherlock’s desk. 

He didnt really want this job. He looked at the apartment window through his side-view mirror. Guilt hit him at the thought of kidnapping a woman. His brother had made it very clear that this was the only way to pay off his debts. The thought of his nephew and sister-in-law, made him stay in his seat. 

Stupid family. 

After a long while he got down from the carriage. He ran up the stairs and was hit with the sounds of crashing and screaming without his better judgment opened the apartment door.  221B, just like in the papers. 

To his astonishment, the place was trashed. Books, instruments, broken glass, and various liquids thrown across the hardwood. The sound of the woman’s screams made his stomach drop. Sounds like maybe someone else was hired, in case she went the other way or something. With a heavy sense of guilt, the man turned and shut the door behind him. He ran down the street leaving the carriage there. Maybe whoever else was on the mission would go back for it.

Thinking one last bitter thought about his family, he got on the next train out of London. He sat on the train and said a prayer for the poor woman, pledging never to get involved with such things again.

[penniesfortheferryman]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

I have written muses from shows I hyper fixated on over the years. Supernatural, The Walking Dead, BBC Sherlock, and a few others. Kharon was my first big break away from canon TV show / movie muses, and he's the one that never really leaves me. Even if I take breaks from him, I could never truly abandon my boy. He started out as just a mean spooky boy and flourished into a true rounded muse. I just always liked Charon from the Greek Mythos, and he was written about the least so I could really flesh him out a bit more.

is there anything you don’t like to write?

I don't like writing anything involving SA, or p*edo stuff It's fine if it's part of your muses canon story ( current or back ) as Kharon has been SA'd in his cannon backstory, so if it's mentioned or spoken about it is fine. But I won't write out either of those things. I also won't write out detailed animal harm as it upsets me greatly.

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

I like writing everything honestly, fluff, horror, mystery, adventures, sad stuff. Slice of life, doom and gloom, smutt.

how do you come up with headcanons? 

Normally I just go about life and Kharon screams at me when something really resonates with him. Sometimes I try those muse sheets to try and think of different ideas or aspects of his personality or life. But normally I just see something and I'm like "Yeah, that's my boy."

do you write in silence or do you play music? 

Sometimes I listen to music, but mostly I just have YouTube playing in the background. I can't write in silence.

do you plan your replies or wing them?

I wing everything. I like just throwing Kharon into situations or conversations and seeing what he does. Though I am okay with plotting threads, if the other person has some ideas.

do you enjoy shipping? 

Yes. Kharon is a lover of people and monsters.

what’s your alias/name? 

Lola or Bonbon.

age?

30.

birthday? 

Dec. 17.

favorite color?

Black/Green/Orange/ Yellow/Blue

favorite song? 

To many to list.

last movie you watched?

The 8th Night ( according to Netflix ) I don't watch many movies.

last show you watched?

The Silent Sea ( according to Netflix ) Same for shows.

last song you listened to?

Five Finger Death Punch - Digging My Own Grave.

favorite food? 

I have a lot.

favorite season?

Winter/Fall

do you have a tumblr best friend?

My babe @carriageofaerietails

tagged by: @malumxsubest tagging: ( anyone who sees this and wants to do this, just take it from me and tag me so I can read it! )

[sciapod]

Ok, ok.

YELL AT ME WHEN MORE OF THIS DROPS. 💦

Thanks in advance.

Can I straddle Henry Holmes’ wide hips under that tree and just have him take me right there in the open in the middle of a field...? Please. I’ll do anything -🐺

My hand slipped, and that’s not even the Sherlock that’s waiting for you today but I am a kind demon.

Warnings: Smut, exhibition and such! Cockwarming, Henry’s tree trunks.

Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast. It toyed with your senses, making you feel suddenly flushed as you sat right next to him.

Sucking in the air, you absentmindedly played with your locks. Crickets and forest critters chanted around with the bliss of noon while the essence of Sherlock threatened to claim you, reducing you to a wicked, wanting thing.

"You're nervous..." his baritone nearly took you by surprise, making you jump in your seat.

"Why don't you come here and sit on top of me?"

Your heart dropped to your gut. Sherlock was ever so stoic, whenever he pulled something as audacious as this it made your skin jitter.

"We're outside".

He gazes at you as you made an excuse, giving you an unyielding smirk and darted his tongue between his teeth. Moving like a big cat, Sherlock inched his lips to your ear and groaned, "sit on top of me and slip your knickers aside, I want to feel your warm cunt around me."

As you shivered, his hand gripped your waist and hauled you to him. You stuttered, looking around with fright as Sherlock made you straddle his solid thighs.

"There's my good girl," he hummed, fumbling with his belt. The sharp sound of fabric tearing followed, and you made to cover your mouth with shame to muffle a gasp.

"Be quiet" he warned and grinned at you, pressing his lips as he lined his hard, hefty cock at your dripping entrance "don't want someone to hear what a dirty harlot you are, do you now?"

With one agonisingly slow stroke, he filled you completely, his meaty girth, pulsating hot into your squeezing cunt. A moan escaped you, involuntarily. Sherlock was too big, forcing you to take him all at once and then remaining still while your organs throbbed together angrily.

Giving a mischievous smirk, he picked the book up and began and read out loud, bottoming out inside you the entire while. One hand ran down your back, and every few second you felt the spasm of his shaft between your desperate walls.

"Now I want you to remain still," he whispered "and don't move. Like I said, I just want to feel you".

A sweet young couple and an old lady with a Schnauzer passed the pebbled path that was laid in front of you, giving the two of you glares. This lewd behaviour was enough to make them curl their nose with disapproval. If only they knew how deep he was inside you. 

*

More is coming 😈😈😈

[betareaderwanted]

New betas

1) KissNTell

Language: English

Not available for originals

Fandoms: Veronica Mars, The 100

Category: M/F

Ratings: General Audiences, Teens and up

Genres: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/comfort

How to contact: babylovet2016@gmail.com

2) Diane (she/her)

Languages: English, Turkish

Available for originals

Fandoms: Good Omens, What we do in the shadows, Sherlock, Venom, Our flag means death, The Witcher

Category: M/M

Rating: Teens and up, Mature, Explicit

Genres: Angst, AU, Fluff, Humor, Hurt/comfort, Smutt

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Ikea aesthetics (yea that’s a thing)

Interior

Baking

Book/ reading aesthetics

Anything witchy

Lockscreens/ wallpapers

[girl-next-door-writes]

HIII I choose the following: Mycroft + Look out is icy! + Fake dating+ White Christmas

The police force hired a psychologist and she goes to a crime scene with Lestrade to learn the ropes. Sherlock John and Mycroft are there cause it's some kind of high profile case or Moriarty ness. Then they go to the office Xmas party but both the new doctor and Mycroft have no date and are made fun of. Then, out of spite the girl says she DOES have a date and it happens to be Mycroft. He plays along they go together as a fake couple and have lots of fun with many sarcastic comments. But the side walk is icy and our leading lady trips and Mycroft of course is there to catch her...KISSING AND SMUTT HAPPEN (it can be different of course I am not good at this prompt thing)

Eeeeeeeeekkk! I have definitely added this to the list! It's gonna be so much fun.

[thenervouspickle]

Welcome to my Restaurant of fics!

Hello everyone! I’m taking lil fic orders, I’m willing to do parings and self inserts. All you have to do is send in your order via ask and I'll just cook it up in my kitchen!

These are the Flavors I’m willing to write. Feel free to pick more than one!

Low spice - little smutt\ only kissing and groping

Medium spice - normal smutt

Hot and spicy - smutt with your kinks

Extra spicy - very vivid graphic detail with kinks

Sweet - fluff

Extra sweet - kill me with fluff

Sweet and sour - hating each other to being fluffy

Sour - some hate

Sour and bitter - hatred with angst

Bitter - angst

100% dirt bitter - murder my feelings

Extra topping - add a line of dialogue you want to see in the fic. You can specify the person to say it if you wish.

Fandoms I’ll write for sure - Walking Dead, Anything Marvel, Shazam, Night at the Museum, Big Bang Theory, Top Gear, Any Star Trek, The Try Guys, Buzzfeed Unsolved, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Pacific Rim, Stranger Things, Mythbusters, Rick and Morty, LetterKenny, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Scrubs, IT Crowd, Supernatural, Sherlock, and Lucifer. However feel free to ask about others too!

Examples = I'd like a self insert with Fry from Futurama with low spice, and a hit of something sweet

Can I have 100% dirt bitter with Stucky, with an extra topping from Steve,” I can’t live without you!”

[swissmissficrecs]

shutthehellup said: [...] Do you have any fics that could make me feel better? Fluff, smutt,... I don't care! Something to make me feel good. If it it could be well written that would be great!

Reply: I’m sorry to hear about your disappointment, just know you are not alone, we all have awkward moments and things that don’t go the way we want or plan. Good things are still going to happen to you! In the meantime I can definitely offer you some very well written fics that will hopefully distract you and lift your mood. First a couple of previous lists I compiled:

Feel-good Johnlock fics, low-rated

Lighthearted fare 

And because those lists are already over a year old, here are some additional fun, humorous fics, some older some newer:

Fics to cheer you up

Captains of Industry by 221b_hound (37K, M, Johnlock, Mystrade, and Sally/Molly) Captains of Industry is the most hipster of Melbourne hipster cafes. It's bespoke suits, artisan shoes, sculpted facial hair and the most exquisite food and coffee all the way. Sherlock Holmes, Digital Security Consultant, has become a regular patron. And one day, perhaps one day soon, he will work out how to successfully flirt with the hot barista, John Watson.

Hello You by weeesi (20K, T, Johnlock) John kind of can’t believe he’s doing this and kind of can’t imagine doing anything else. He dips his head, heart pounding.

How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn't Know He's Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine's Day Ever by unicornpoe (9K, T, Johnlock) Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He’s also pretty sure that John doesn’t know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Let Nothing You Dismay by OpalJade (13K, E, Johnlock) For lack of a better Christmas gift idea, John makes a booklet of redeemable coupons for Sherlock.

Model Behavior by wakeneve (9K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock’s a fashion photographer famed for getting a rise out of his subjects, John’s a model past his peak who needs one last job, Sally Donovan’s looking for her first big break and Lestrade just wants not to be sued. [ Note that this fic was deleted from AO3 and is only available in the original anonymous kinkmeme version on LJ linked above. ]

Oh, What a Night by penumbra/anotherwellkeptsecret (100+ panel comic, M, Johnlock) Alternate tumblr link in case the images don’t show on AO3 John and Sherlock go on a date. Hilarity, kissing, and egregious amounts of fluff ensue.

Point of Maximal Impulse by Smirkdoctor (15K, E, Johnlock) Today was the first standardized patient interaction, and John was nervous, and very nearly late. He knew it was silly, but the act of finally introducing himself as “Doctor Watson”, of laying hands on another living, breathing human aside from his learning partner for physical exam maneuvers...in a medical capacity...well, it felt huge.He took one last deep breath and rapped three times on the door of exam room 221-B, listening for acknowledgement from the patient within.“Oh, do come in,” drawled the richest baritone voice John had ever heard.

Roommates are for little people by alexxphoenix42 (69K, E, Johnlock) John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc by etothepii (20K, T/M, Johnlock) Addams Family crossover series.

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (24K, E, Johnlock) Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but serial killers have the worst possible timing.

To A Tee by lookupkate (15K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock receives a text from an unknown number. The man is under the impression that he needs a sugar daddy. After careful consideration...well, he could be right.

What to do When Your Flatmate is Homicidal by Hyacinth_sky747 (58K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock takes Molly's advice when dealing with his dangerous flatmate.

[theharlequinwriter]

My request box is open

Do you to the outdatedness of my ask box I have decided to empty it and start over . I write smutt, fluff, angst, non-romantic, sibling, trigger, and a little bit and mental health pretty much anything. Song themed , alternate universes. Ect

Fandoms I write for.

Supernatural

The walking dead

Arrow

Flash

Supergirl

Dc legends

Krypton

Black lightining

Marvel (EVERY MOVIE)

Justice league

Punisher (netflix)

Daredevil (netflix)

Star Wars

Star Trek ( Og , Movies and new gen ) 

Gotham

Altered carbon (netflix)

Travelers (netflix)

Smallville

Suicide squad

Harry Potter

Fantastic beast and where to find them 

Doctor who

Sherlock

Stranger things

Game of Thrones

X-Men

If you don’t see your fandom please request anyway I’m always looking for more to add to the list

[strangelockd]

Here a snippet of a fic I’m working on, let me know what you think. Should I continue? 😏

“Forgive me father for I have sinned in the eyes of our great lord.” Father Sherlock swallows, a tremble ran down his spine at that familiar voice. Y/N.

He gripped his right knee steadying his breath.

A loyal congregant, you have been attending his church for years ever since you moved from across the Atlantic. But what could you possibly have to confess?

“It has been exactly six months since my last confession. For something has been plaguing my mind,” you professed.

Something…or someone?

There was a pause as Father Sherlock shook his head slightly, his long slender fingers gripping the leather bound bible with the other hand.

“What is it my child?” Sherlock craned his head eyeing you through the mesh screen. The dim light making your red lipstick stand out as he grazed a palm over his stiffening trousers.

To be continued…

[omeglelockassholes]

Sometimes I feel like the Parentlock tag completely ruin 'fannon' parentlock ocs for me. They put them in horrible lighting and so many prompts are so repetitive; I feel like I see the same people over and over again. I have my own parentlock oc with an original name and I get so much bullshit everyday. I had like one vulgar prompt, but stopped it since personally I felt like it was just an excuse to have smutt and I didn't want that, so I moved on to a normal conversation starter. (1/2)

           With that starter I have stated my preference for Sherlock (since I've seen many people who do that on the tag) but further stated that any character is absolutely fine, the oc is an adult and I've stated that even platonic relationships are absolutely fine. But I still get bullshit like 'you have an annoying oc' 'fuck your oc' and no one tries to talk it out with me, just disconnect. I wish there was another tag I could use to rp as my oc; the parentlock tag became very toxic. (2/2)             

OCs have never been well-received, and wanting to play then with a canon character has been frowned upon further. I’m not a part of the parentlock tag, but from what I know it is a tag for people who want to RP as characters who are parents, or as the kids of canonical characters.

Personally, I never RP with OCs as a main focus, with the only exception being Severin and Richard, because they have a fairly well-established fanon backstory. A lot of people will also play with Hamish and Alex, or as parents to OC kids.

RPing an OC x Canon has always been hard to do, but I would recommend using the generic ‘Sherlock RP’ tag, and maybe some AU verses that are common. To avoid people straight-up insulting your OC, maybe ask if they are interested in RPing with an OC beforehand. That’s all the advice I can give, sorry anon. I wish you the best of luck.

-J

[emeraude-d-aout]

ask 11 answer 11

thanks @not-all-those-who-wonder-r-lost for tagging me!! :D

1. What is the movie you have seen most (willingly or unwillingly) in your life? ooh boy im such a nerd but its a toss up between twilight breaking dawn part 1 and 2 ooooor back to the furture....not sure which ive seen the most but its one of those lolz

2. What are your favorite books from your childhood? sadly i didnt read much when i was a kid...sooo the 1st books i actually got into hardcore was twilight (before i even knew there was gonna be movies) gaaah im a total dork sooorry

3. If you could get any animal as a pet, what would it be? well i have a dog, but if i could have any other...hmmm...probably horses hahaha

4. What story/book/tv show/movie do you think deserves a fix-it the most? oooh boy.....im not even gonna mention sherlock, dont get me started soooo ummm... well this movie “beautiful creatures” the books were fucking fantastic and the movie was the most horrible thing i have ever seen!!! sooooo that.

5. Whose concert would you like to go to the most (no matter how unlikely that it will happen? hmmmm well right now im hardcore into i prevail, from ashes to new, and asking alexandria, soooo those! :D

6. Tea or coffee? Or maybe a third beverage? definitely coffee beg time :D

7. What are some of your favorite search terms for fanfics? ooooooh boy...ummm... nsfw, smutt, fluff, angst....umm..ya stuff like tht... *blushing*

8. Where would you go to for a perfect vacation? probably a really beautiful beach where you can see right through the water.

9. What 3 adjectives would you use to describe yourself? dorky, shy, umm...naughty.... lolz

10. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream? hmmmm homeade vanilla lolz

11. What HP house would you be sorted into? oh god ummmm probably gryffindor

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ok my questions...reminder tho I am soo bad a t questions... lolz

1. If we could live on any planet, which one would you choose?

2. Favorite type of music/band?

3. Favorite book or series?

4. piercings/tattoos? how many?

5. Play video games or watch movies?

6. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

7. If you had to be a mythical creature, what would you be?

8. Celebrity crush?

9. Favorite dessert?

10. Sex or money?

11. (ok really laaame noodles for this last one) When did you join tumblr and why?

(hope this isnt too lame for yall)

@somenerdywolfok  @missgeoffreychaucer  @annika-gf  @sherlockdramaturgy  @spectaculacular-sammy

[fandom-smut-shots]

Multi Fandom Reader Insert Prompt List

Since I started posting non smut on here, I decided to post the list of prompts here as well. Prompts that have been claimed are labeled with a character, and the ones I’ve already used are in bold.

Just comment or message me with which prompt and character you want. I would prefer not Avengers, because I get so many requests, but you’re welcome to ask about fandoms. You can ask for fluff or smut, but if you don’t specify I’ll just make it fluff.

1. The comment. - Steve Rogers smut for The Silver Iris.

2. Who are you? - Bucky Barnes fluff for The Silver Iris.

3. Diatribe. - Killian Jones fluff for The Silver Iris.

4. Dear Diary. - Emma Swan fluff for The Silver Iris.

5. An old photograph. - Jefferson smut for The Silver Iris.

6. Never say… - Bofur fluff for ShiroKarasu

7. I found a key. - Nori smutt for ShiroKarasu

8. Honesty is… - Wanda Maximoff smut for Blossom.

9. I killed it. - Sherlock Holmes fluff for That1Chick.

10. Mesh. - Jeremy Renner smut for AlixIsFandomTrash.

11. Six-pack. - Dwalin fluff for ShiroKarasu

12. You bastard. - Mike Johnson smut for ShiroKarasu

13. Out of breath. - Peter Pan fluff for Zara.

14. Who knew? - Sam Winchester fluff for Zara.

15. No, I won't. - Sam Wilson fluff for Shamu The Killer Whale

16. What a jerk. - Gabriel fluff for KiloMeow

17. Stiff.

18.A pink tutu.

19. Frozen. Gibbs for ShiroKarasu.

20. Blanket.

21. No pen. - Reid Garwin.

22. The file.

23. Wet. - Charlie Bradbury smut for Angel_Of_Death6

24. Mr. & Mrs. - Jefferson smut for Fluffy Pickle Blankets.

25. The fight. - Sherlock Holmes for Faze.

26. The bone crunched.

27. Crazy in love.

28. Drunk. - Gibbs fluff for ShiroKarasu.

29. One extra.

30. But you said… - Lucifer for emily.

light changed.

32. Tick, tock, tick.

33. Red plaid shirt.

34. Terracotta tile.

35. White board. - Peter Parker fluff for KiloMeow

36. Traditional.

37. Sunshine.

38. Fall.

39. iTunes.

40. I got this.

41. Scene after scene.

42. Dear Anna.

43. He clenched his fist.

44. A priest walks into… - Steve Rogers smut.

45. Surprise! - Blaine.

46. May I? - Lucifer

47. Noodles.

48. Coffee. - Caleb Danvers for wRitE_LiKe_mArGo

49. Grass.

50. Coaster.

51. Flower patterns.

52. Lemon wedges.

53. Telephone cord.

54. Used tissue.

55. Leopard print.

56. USB.

57. Rough cut.

58. Inner workings.

59. Striped curtains.

60. Heavy.

61. Unopened.

62. CD.

63. No more staples.

64. Buy milk.

65. Leftovers.

66. My charger.

67. Cable.

68. All gone.

69. Goals.

70. Exercise.

71. It was different.

72. Time is running out. - Peter Pan for Faze.

73. Looks like a baby.

74. My diary.

75. My bag is packed.

76. The new guy.

77. Calculated.

78. Unread.

79. Free delivery.

80. Rules.

81. Hardcover.

82. The clouds together.

83. Witness.

84. The gambler.

85. XXX.

86. The tree is still up.

87. Binoculars.

88. On a barstool.

89. Dead plants.

90. Wooden.

91. Angels.

92. Hunger.

93. Horses.

94. Candy wrapper.

95. Time.

96. To do.

97. A lost key.

98. Feathers.

99. Phones.

100. Fire.

101. Rehab.

102. My BFF.

103. Unwritten.

104. The law.

105. Calm.

106. Tears.

107. Dead leaves.

108. Tunnels.

109. Change.

110. A wish. - Steve Rogers smut for The Silver Iris.

111. A blind date.

112. Dinner.

113. Mother-in-law.

114. January.

115. Cables.

116. Dehydration.

117. Battle.

118. Status update.

119. Wedded.

120. Alone. - Bilbo Baggins fluff for KiloMeow

121. Ghosts. - Steve Rogers fluff for princessa.

[crazycatt71]

Smutt. I know, you are all shocked. 😛

[strangelockd]

I love you

Pairing: SherlockHolmes x Reader

Synopsis: it’s getting late, but your son has a special request for more music

Warnings: fluff and angst, (kinda proof read, Ill fix it later if I find errors)

A/N: I know two fics in one week!!!! 😮

Please accept this small fic of tooth rotting fluff as I finish up ‘Darling You Taste Divine’. Its Sherlock being a perfect adorable dad so naturally its catnip right?

“Play it again daddy play it again!”

Your son squealed with glee as your husband played his violin, its something you all have come to enjoy doing every evening. His little green eyes lit up as he gazed upon his father, he was his hero and best friend. He always felt like an outcast, but ever since you came into his life that changed for him. With the birth of his son came this human that looked at him not as a “highly functioning sociopath”, but as a hero, and someone to look up to. As far as he was concerned Sherlock could do anything.

“John William Holmes for the last time daddies hands are tired and he needs a break” you stated sweetly to your only son.

His little head turned to you with hands clasped pleading, “aw come on mom, just one more song pleeeeease!” Noticing his eyes getting bigger it was hard saying no when he has the eyes of his father. He always had his fathers tenacity and you admired that. Glancing over to your husband his bottom lip quivered in what looked like a cute attempt at a begging pout. Rolling your eyes you smiled and obliged, “ok fine alright but just one song, ok daddy. I don’t want him up to late” you and Sherlock eyed each other in a knowing glance and he gave a smiling wink.

“Oh trust me He won’t be the one up late tonight,” He gave that look that sent a flutter in your core. Returning his gaze to your son he smiled

“So, what does my little prince want me to play?” He plucked the strings gently with a smile across his face, “shall daddy play Mary Had A Little Lamb? I know mummy loves that one.”

“Ya daddy play that one!”

He winked at you across the room returning his instrument to his chin playing the classic melody. You noticed he eyed you and mouthed the words “I love you” that made you blush and blow a kiss in return. Over the years watching the happiness glow in both of there eyes made your heart burst more and more. There was nothing Sherlock wouldn’t do for you both.

Leave a comment if you liked it. Interact! It inspires me to keep writing.If you want to be tagged in future stories comment below.

A special thanks to the followers who request to read my work.

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