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crimsonrae · 3 years

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Unruly Women

Summary: Sherlock seems to be surrounded by unruly, opinionated women.

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Smutty, Fellatio

A/N: So...just watched Enola and Sherlock’s line of “So everyone keeps telling me.” Kept playing in my head, in regards to Enola needing him, and the only other person besides Edith to say so was the housekeeper...so ‘everyone’ seemed a bit of a stretch. So I added one more woman voicing her opinion.

Off-cuff and unbeta-ed, sorry for any errors.

Unruly Women

“You’re angry with me.”

A finely shaped brow arched, but its owner did not move her head from her book to acknowledge the smokey baritone that grizzled her ear. Instead, she turned a page, “Now, what reason would I have to be angry with you, my love?”

Her even-keeled tone set Sherlock’s teeth on edge as he turned to glare at her, “A question I would like the answer to very much.”

She sighed, snapping the binding of her book closed with nary a flutter as she stalwartly met his burning stare. Pursing her lips prettily she taunted, “You’re the detective. You tell me.”

“She’s not my ward, Delia.” Sherlock growled almost petulantly, but she didn’t miss the flash of regret - guilt that spurned his irises.

He may claim to be unaffected by his sister’s and mother’s plight, but Delia had spent too long in his company to not know when her dear-heart was pretending. She had never been able to discover what made him hide from the world, but he was never as impervious as he liked to seem - else wise she would not love him as dearly as she did. Though, that didn’t mean she didn’t want to slap him on occasion.

Now was one such occasion. She tilted her head, raising her brows in mild disbelief, “Did I say anything about Enola?”

“You didn’t need to.” Sherlock murmured, a faint pout tugging at his supple lips as he placed aside his newspaper, “I could see your disapproval the second I told you of Mycroft’s plans...also your amusement that she had slipped away.”

That was true. She only knew of Enola from what Sherlock had imparted and by all accounts she sounded like a very precocious young woman. Perhaps, in need of a guiding hand for when she stumbled, but not the iron fist that Mycroft seemed to favor. In truth, if it hadn’t been for the fond, almost pained, glint that had decorated Sherlock’s cerulean orbs as he spoke of her then Delia wouldn’t push the issue... but he loved his little sister, was enchanted by her. Though he refused to admit it.

“I’m not her guardian.” He iterated staunchly, though Delia was hardly swayed.

He became most stubborn when he knew he was in the wrong.

“Yet, that doesn’t change the fact that she needs you.” Delia whispered softly, letting some of her disappointment with him coat her tone.

Defensive anger flared in his orbs as he perceived her manipulation and he spat, “I already have one unruly woman to contend with - why would I need two?”

Unimpressed, she leaned forward, making as if to leave, “Well, you’ll soon have none if you keep behaving like a petulant boy.”

She made to cross his path for the door, but only made it a step before his large hand seized her wrist. With barely an ounce of his strength, he pulled her onto his lap - unconcerned with being seen by the servants. Mrs. Hudson had walked in on far more indecorous behavior.

Unconsciously, her hands slid to his broad shoulders as she leaned into his firm hold - silently enjoying the biting press of his fingers into her hip. His touch was not gentle, she had made him angry with her threat to leave. Sherlock did not abide abandonment from others, only he was allowed that luxury.

His glower barely softened as she held his stare, “Then I suppose it will please you to know that I’ve already started looking for her.”

Delia smiled faintly and bestowed a light kiss to his cheek as she murmured, “It does.”

Grumbling faintly, he uttered, “She’s still Mycroft’s ward.”

She hummed indulgently, knowing better than to push the subject just yet. Her love was on the right track, she just needed to wait for him to reach the right conclusion.

She pressed another kiss to his lips and moved to stand, only to find that his grasp remained firm. Again, she lifted a brow at him, “Sherlock?”

He growled, eyes gleaming with ardent lust... and something darker, “As I said, I have one unruly woman and I’ve had enough of her scheming for one day. I do believe you need a reminder of your place, my dear.”

Unbidden, her thighs clenched together and wild heat poured through her veins like lighted kerosene. Still she protested, “Sherlock, you -”

She yelped a second later as he splayed his legs, dropping her to the floor. He blinked innocently down at her, “That mouth has better uses. Remind me of what they are.”

She sputtered, flushing under his demanding stare, but she didn’t have time to further her protest as he growled, “You have five seconds before I take matters into my own hands and we both know what that entails.”

Gulping, she slithered to her knees, bowed before the apex of his thighs. Even as her hands shook with tremulous nerves, her mouth watered for the beast beneath his trousers. Nimbly, she undid the buttons of his trousers, sliding his hardening length from beneath with such delicacy that he groaned.

It was only as her lips came to kiss his head that Sherlock spoke again, “Don’t ever leave me... don’t ever threaten it again.”

Delia peered up at him with wide eyes, sorrow coating her irises - showing him fully her regret in making him uneasy. She nuzzled his cock, breathing in his musky scent as she whispered, “Never give me cause to do so.”

He growled and she smiled mischievously, “Though I suppose, you’d just find me anyway.”

His rebuke was choked off as she swallowed him whole. He jerked in surprised, moaning as her hot mouth suckled him so beautifully.

“Maybe I should send you to finishing school.” He muttered, eyes rolling back as she caressed his loins in time with her tongues strokes.

Delia grinned around his throbbing manhood, knowing he would never do such a thing... but for now, she would take her punishment like a good girl.

#Sherlock HolmesXOFC #Smut #Enola Holmes #henry cavill #Fanfic

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ggukcangetit · 4 years

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Dreamcatchers Chap 2

Pairing: jungkook x oc

Synopsis: DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.

Rating: NC-17

Genre/AU: fluff/action/mystery | detective! au | police!jungkook, police!oc

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, blood, drugs, death. basically stuff you’d associate with a murder mystery/crime drama.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Acknowledgement: shoutout to @stutterfly for designing this beautiful banner which i am completely in love with and stare at for no particular reason throughout the day

A/N: second chapter! i was planning to post a chapter each friday but got slightly delayed this week. reminding everyone that this story features a named oc because i’m still very unfamiliar with writing second person reader inserts. i’m not aiming for strict accuracy in this story, and all criminal investigation/forensics knowledge i have has been gathered by watching crime drama/procedural dramas! my knowledge of geography is also not totally accurate so apologies for that. once again, one thing right by @hobios prompted me to write a police inspector! jungkook story. would highly recommend reading that because it’s probably one of my most favorite pieces of writing!

17th December

Yuri walked into the station at 7 am the next day and found that it was surprisingly empty. She had brought a few small things to keep at her desk - a picture of her parents, a couple of pens, a small sticky notepad, and a mason jar filled with snacks. She smiled to herself as she recalled how her old colleagues always used to teased her about the mason jar.

“Good morning, DI Choi! Hope you’re settling in properly.” Seulgi came over with two cups of coffee and placed one in front of her.

“Oh, thank you! I forgot to get coffee on my way here,” Yuri replied with a smile. “And please, let’s not be so formal. Call me Yuri.”

“Alright then, Yuri, please call me Seulgi!”

Yuri was grateful to see a friendly face at the station. She hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, and had been dreading having to see Jeon in the morning.

“You’re here really early,” continued Seulgi. “I’m sure Chief Inspector Goh will be very impressed.”

“Ah no, it’s nothing like that.” Yuri brushed it off with a laugh. “We’re bringing in a witness today. I just wanted to orient myself with the station before we questioned him.”

“Oh? A witness?”

“Hmm.” Yuri swirled the contents of the cup in her hand, looking at it absentmindedly. “We couldn’t bring him in last night, unfortunately.”

“I see. Oh, before I forget,” said Seulgi, checking something on her phone. “The autopsy should be ready by this afternoon. That should hopefully help you a bit.”

“Perfect! I think we can start creating a proper timeline once we have the results.”

“I’ll leave you to it then, Yuri,” said Seulgi. “I have to get back to the lab.”

Yuri sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest of the station’s revolving chair. She recalled the interview with Mr. Kang the previous day; he hadn’t exactly been uncooperative, but something about his manner was odd. The absence of grief might not be indicative of guilt, but it definitely hinted at something lying underneath his polished words.

“DI Jeon? DI Choi?” Jisoo came over with an uncomfortable expression on her face. “We’ve brought in Mr. Park. He’s waiting in interview room #3.”

Yuri wondered why Jisoo looked so disturbed. Then again, she had only met the junior officer for the first time the previous day; she really didn’t know anything about her or her usual disposition.

“Don’t accept things from people for the sake of being polite.” Jeon brushed past her, the frown firmly embedded on her face.

“What?” Yuri quickly put her phone into her pocket and followed him.

“The coffee,” he said, as if self-explanatory.

“What about it?”

“You don’t like it. You aren’t going to drink it. But you’re still holding onto it because Seulgi gave it to you. Just dump it in the trash. We don’t have time for unnecessary courtesy, DI Choi. It’s a hindrance.”

Although his tone was hard and tinged with irritation, Yuri realised that Jeon was right. She had taken one sip of the coffee in front of Seulgi, but the truth was that she hated plain black coffee. Indeed, the last 15 minutes had been spent swirling the contents of the cup but never taking a sip. Yet, Jeon had noticed and somehow come to the right conclusion. Was she really so easy to read? A tiny bubble of annoyance began growing inside Yuri - what gave Jeon the right to comment on her choice of beverage, or anything for that matter!

Interview room #3 was the largest one in the station. Yuri walked in to find a young man leaning back in the uncomfortable metal chair, looking like he was the one in charge. His silvery blond hair was parted in the middle matching the cold hue of his grey eyes and the pallor of his porcelain white skin. Everything about him looked frosty except, Yuri realised, the reddish pink of his rather plump lips.

Jeon sat down across from him, flipping open a thin file. “Thank you for coming in, Mr. Park. W-”

“Now now,” interrupted Park Jimin, his voice more soft and high-pitched than Yuri had expected. “We’ve known each other far too long for formalities, Jeongguk. You’ve been to almost every one of my New Year’s Eve parties, remember?”

Jeon clenched his teeth, a muscle ticking in his cheek. “As I was saying-”

“But I don’t believe we’ve met.” Jimin turned towards Yuri, the right side of his lips twitching upwards slightly. “I’m Park Jimin.”

Suddenly, Yuri felt uneasy. There was something about the way Park Jimin was looking at her that made her stomach feel queasy.

“DI Choi,” she said, gulping down the bile that threatened to rise inside her. “Can you tell us what you were doing on the night of December 15th, Mr. Park?”

“I can,” he said, leaning back once again. “But whether I will, is another question.”

The thing about Park Jimin was that he was being incredibly transparent about his desire to hinder the investigation in any way. On top of that, his gaze kept flitting towards Yuri - a fact that Jeon seemed completely oblivious to - and lingering for the briefest of moments.

“I’m asking you again, Mr. Park,” said Yuri, placing her arms on the table. “What were you doing on the night of December 15th?”

“I really don’t think that’s any of your business. Unless,” he paused, his lips lifting into a smirk. “You’re interested in joining me afterwards for a drink.”

“This is a murder investigation, Mr. Park! Stop propositioning the investigating detective and answer the question!” Jeon slammed his fist down on the table, a vein throbbing along the side of his neck.

“A murder investigation, huh?” The silver haired man finally made eye contact with Jeon, his eyes no longer flippant and suggestive. “Finally getting down to the facts, aren’t we?”

The air had grown considerably more tense, and Yuri sensed that there was definitely something about Park Jimin that she hadn’t read in his files.

“Who?”

“What?” Jeon clenched the fist that remained stiff on the table.

“Who’s murder are you investigating, Jeongguk?”

The balance of power in the room had tipped in favor of Park Jimin when Jeon reluctantly opened his file and took out a picture. Sliding it towards the other man, he leaned back into his chair and waited for the latter to finish looking at it.

“Kang Eunwoo was found dead in his home yesterday. His father says you visited him the previous night and were possibly the last person to see him alive.”

“No.” Park Jimin pushed the picture back towards them. His body language had stiffened considerably.

“No?”

“I didn’t visit him. I haven’t seen Eunwoo since the Grand Fundraiser Gala held at the end of November.”

“Then you won’t mind telling us where you were that night,” Jeon asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I’m afraid not.”

“You’re not going to tell us where you were on the night of 15th December?”

“That is correct.”

“I insist you provide a statement of your movements, Mr. Park,” said Yuri, frowning slightly. “Things could get very tricky for you otherwise.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

xxx

“How long can we detain him?” Suho asked Jeon, glancing worriedly at the door to interview room #3.

“24 hours max,” said Jeon, checking his phone. “Unless we come across something more concrete connecting him to the case. Just because he’s being an asshole, doesn’t necessarily mean he’s guilty.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not,” added Suho, with a shrug.

“Have you checked his bank records? Credit card usage?” asked Yuri. “We could try and construct a timeline with that - find out his whereabouts, where he went, what he did.”

“On it!” replied Suho with a grin.

Jeon, on the other hand, didn’t look too thrilled. He sat at his desk, flipping through some files that were clearly not part of the current case - judging by how many of the pages were dog-eared and worn from repeated examination.

“Why isn’t Jimin providing an alibi?” Yuri asked, recalling the trainwreck of an interview they had just completed. Jeon didn’t answer; the rustling of pages the only indication of his presence.

“If the Kangs and Parks are such bitter rivals, it probably gives him a strong motive. If he didn’t have anything to do with Eunwoo’s death, why is he refusing to tell us where he was?”

Silence.

“Unless, of course, he did have something to do with the death.” Yuri got up from her chair and peered over the partition between her and Jeon’s desks. “Something about him shifted after he saw the picture of Eunwoo.”

Yuri frowned, as Jeon continued to ignore her. Walking over to his desk, she tapped him on the shoulder a few times before he reluctantly turned towards her.

“What’s your problem, Jeon?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’ve been an absolute dick since I joined yesterday. I’d chalk it up to a personality defect, if it weren’t for the things that Ahreum told me. So I’m asking you again,” she said through gritted teeth. “What exactly is your problem?”

Jeon shut the file and slammed it on his desk. Standing up straight, he was almost a head taller than Yuri. His strong brows emphasizing the ire in his dark eyes.

“I don’t need a newbie coming in and telling me what to do, and messing up the system.”

“I am not a newbie...” Yuri barely managed to contain her anger. “I haven’t told you what to do! And I damn well haven’t messed with your fucking system!”

“You really have no idea about my fucking system, Choi.” Jeon glared at her.

At any other point, the unfortunate choice of word order would have made Yuri cringe. But she was too angry to consider any sleazy innuendos Jeon was trying to throw into their argument.

“I don’t care what Ahreum said about you. You’re a humongous asshole and if this was any other situation, I would’ve walked the fuck out of here! But as it stands, I will be working here. And I will be working on this case. If you continue making things difficult for me-” she picked up the file Jeon had been reading in favor of answering her questions- “I’m gonna drop this off at Goh’s desk. Then you can say goodbye to whatever the fuck it is that you’re so obsessed with!”

“Don’t you dare.” He was standing very close to her now, his jaw hardening aggressively. “If you so much as touch that file again-”

Jeon was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Seulgi stood a few feet away, looking slightly alarmed at the scene unfolding in front of her.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, uncertainly.

“What do you want?” snapped Jeon, snatching the file away from Yuri.

“I have the autopsy report.” Her expression still remained concerned, but she handed the file over to him nonetheless. “COD is blunt force trauma to the back of the head. It’s most likely that he hit his head on the granite mantle above the fireplace. Death was instantaneous so he must have hit it with considerable force - not something I’d attribute to an accidental fall. Time of death estimated between midnight and 1 am.”

“He was hosting a party that night,” said Yuri. “There was definitely plenty of alcohol present. Was he very drunk?”

“I’d say there was enough to loosen his inhibitions considerably, but not enough to be completely pissed.”

“What about drugs?”

Jeon scoffed at Yuri’s continued questions, his eyes never leaving the autopsy report.

“Do you have something to say, Jeon?” asked Yuri, irritably.

Seulgi intervened before the argument could escalate once again. “No, there weren’t any drugs in his system. At least not the regular ones. I’d have to check specifically if we’re looking for rarer, less traceable ones.”

“Can we get the people who were present at the party to come in give us a blood sample?” asked Yuri. “Maybe Eunwoo didn’t do any drugs, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t any drugs at the party.”

“I can run the tests. Most of the drugs I tested for remain in a person’s blood for at least 2-3 days.”

Jeon returned the file to Seulgi. “There’s no need for that.”

“What?” Yuri snapped her head in his direction. “Why not?”

“You won’t find drugs being used at the Kang mansion.” He picked up his backpack and started walking towards the exit.

“Where are you going, Jeon?!” yelled Yuri.

“Home.”

xxx

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