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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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How 'bout some real sex with Sherlock and Irene Adler? If you don't do ships, that quite alright you can do it with reader. And these prompts 🛐🛐21, 62 Thank youuu ❤️❤️

Heyy anon! Thanks for the request! I included a song that I thought for the vibe of this piece… hope you enjoy 😉

A Three-way Break ~Dom!Sherlock Holmes(BBC) xDom!Irene Adler xSub!Fem Reader

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#21. “You know what, fuck it.”

#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, threesome, kissing, fingering, eating out, face sitting, overstimulation, mistress kink, praise kink, more implied smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You were in Sherlock’s flat as he was pacing back and forth. You were flipping through the case files of a particularly sticky cold case that Sherlock had picked up.

“Sherlock?”

No response. You continued looking through the many pages.

“Sherlock.”

Still no response. Finally you looked up. Sherlock had stopped pacing and was on his phone.

“Sherlock. What are you doing?”

“What? Nothing. Find anything?” Sherlock tutted you off, still typing on his phone.

“No, Sherlock, we’re stuck. We’ve got nothing.” You huffed.

You had no idea why he would request you for this case… You were a low key detective at Scotland Yard… You were no Lestrade…

No response.

“Sherlock!”

No response, Sherlock walked off into his room. You sighed in frustration. You were tired. You needed a break. A break from work. A break from Sherlock.

You placed your hands over your head. At least ten minutes went by when Sherlock finally came back and went straight to the window. You didn’t even try this time. But then you heard the door downstairs open, and footsteps started to grow. You head picked up the door opening.

In walked a hypnotizing, stunning brunette with striking eyes and plump, red lips.

“Her?” The woman said.

“No not her.” Sherlock stressed the last syllable, his hands balancing against his lips, “Me, I… I need a distraction.”

“Well, Why not her?” The Woman toyed, making direct eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” You finally interjected.

“Because she’s too fragile.” Sherlock answered the woman’s questions, ignoring yours.

“I’m sorry, what?” Your head swiveled over to Sherlock who was still looking out the window.

“I don’t think so. Why, really…?” The woman continued having a conversation with Sherlock while never breaking eye contact with you.

“Irene Adler.” Sherlock said.

Now you were really confused.

“What?? Can somebody please explain to me what’s bloody going on?” You exclaimed.

“Her name is Irene Adler. And I said No.” Sherlock repeated in annoyance and with strain in his voice.

Irene beat you to a reply, “Yes, but why?”

“Because I might do something I’ll regret…!” Sherlock practically yelled.

Silence ensued.

You huffed in frustration, “Well I’m leaving for the night. Good Night.”

You grabbed your bag and prepared to leave.

As you walked towards the door, Irene purred, “But wouldn’t it be just so much fun?”

You walked to go through the door, but Irene grabbed ahold of your wrist, stopping you from leaving. You looked up to just about yell at her but then you met her eyes. Something inside you just rolled over for her and you did nothing. Irene smirked at your reacting and turned her attention back towards Sherlock.

“Sherlock…” the woman purred in a hum.

As she did so, she pulled you flush up against her and her lips grazed your ear.

“I’m going to kiss you now, dear. Is that alright?” She purred in a hushed tone.

You blushed furiously at her words and speechlessly nodded. At that, the woman closed the gap, attaching her precious, dominating lips to yours. A tiny gasp came from the other side of the room, as Sherlock had turned around to see you and Irene kissing. Irene was quick to slip her tongue inside your mouth, making you whimper.

It was very evident from the get go that she was in charge. So naturally, she dominated your tongue and explored your wet cavern with ease. So entranced in the kiss, Irene was easily able to pin you against the wall next to the door, deepening her bruising kiss.

“You know what, fuck it.” Sherlock seethed.

Sherlock had had enough.

He was quick to move Irene out of the way, entrapping you in between the wall and his body. You stared up at him with your puffy lips and glazed over eyes, and you were met with dark orbs of lust… and maybe even some jealousy…?

His lips crashed into yours without another thought between the both of you. Sherlock was feistier and more impatient than Irene was, but he was still very much dominant over you. His tongue slid into your mouth with ease as he explored and dominated your wet cavern.

At your eliciting a moan, Irene had had enough… She ripped Sherlock from you and smashed his lips into hers. And the fight for dominance ensued. Teeth clashing, tongue fucking, growling, whimpering, just to find out who would be charge. While you leaned against the wall breathless, pupils blown wide, watching the events unfold in front of you.

At one point, the woman went to whisper something in Sherlock’s ear, apparently calling a cease fire. Sherlock nodded in agreement to whatever she had said, and then not their attentions turned to you. You gulped.

Irene came up to, took your hand and led you into Sherlock’s bedroom. She pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you, while Sherlock was looking around in his drawer of toys.

“Red is for stop, yellow is for pause, and green is for good, understand?” Irene paused her sloppy markings on your neck to check in with you.

“Yes…” you breathlessly panted.

“Yes mistress…” the woman threateningly growled.

You gulped yet again.

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered.

“Now, Let’s take these clothes off…” she purred into your ear, beginning to remove your shirt, then your bra, then your trousers… Until you were left in nothing but your knickers…

Both Irene and Sherlock took a moment to drink you in. Your face flushed red at their staring, so you naturally tried to cover yourself.

“Oh no… none of that.” The woman tutted you off.

At that, Sherlock was by the bedside, grabbing your left wrist and tying it to his bed post. You yelped at his action.

Irene stripped quickly in front of the bed and to both your and Sherlock’s pleasure.

“Color?” He asked, while not stopping his administrations.

“Green.” you confirmed, causing Sherlock to smirk.

“Good girl…” he praised, which sent sparks directly to your core and made you blush deep fusia.

Irene who was straddling your form chuckled, “Looks like someone likes to be praised…” she teased, continuing her markings along your collar bone making you whimper and whine.

While Irene continued, Sherlock came along side the other bed and took your right wrist to tie against the bed post.

Now you were stuck there.

At the mercy of the woman and Sherlock…

The woman’s teasing tongue made it down to your sensitive bud, which she happily twirled her tongue around, causing you to arch your back and whimper in pleasure. Sherlock came to the edge of the bed and tugged you down a bit, making both you Irene yelp.

Sherlock chuckled, “Spread your legs for me…”

You did as you were told, and Irene caught on quickly, moving herself to your upper torso so that Sherlock would have the room needed for his administrations. Irene continued to tease your breasts, as Sherlock practically ripped off your knickers and attached his lips to your clit.

You cried out in overstimulating pleasure as Irene was pinching your nipples while sucking on your pressure point while Sherlock was ravaging through your folds. You were a goner once Sherlock slipped a finger into your aching cunt…

You came in an overwhelming, euphoric orgasm cloud, curling your toes and pulling against your bonds with both your lovers names rolling off your tongue. But neither of them stopped no… Sherlock added another finger to your throbbing cunt and Irene began sucking and biting your pressure point.

“Cum for your mistress again, love…” The Woman purred into your ear.

Her words sent you toppling over the edge once again, as Sherlock expertly curled his fingers inside your clenching cunt. You tugged against your restraints, desperately wanting to touch the beautiful woman who was straddling you.

Irene chuckled at your neediness, “If your a good girl and let me sit on that pretty face of yours, then maybe I’ll free you from your bonds, yea love…?” Irene purred.

You eagerly nodded and panted, “yes mistress please mistress…!”

The stunning brunette then moved to straddle your face and lower her soaking cunt onto your face. You gladly accepted, lapping at her folds immediately. While you were doing so, Sherlock didn’t stop in curling his fingers inside you. He quickly added a third, making you yelp as he stretched you out even more. You groaned out in pleasure, as you were brought to yet another climax, while being suffocated by your mistress cunt.

That being certainly not the last time you came at the hands of those two…Safe to say, you spent your night with little to no sleep…

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ha1taniwh0re · 8 months

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What a night

Request from @hai-kbai <3

Fandom: Moriarty the patriot

Character:Irene Adler x fem reader

Warning: (dom)Irene, (sub)reader, modern AU, fingering, oral, cum, vibrator, lesbian sex

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"oh come on (name) you need some fun in your life" Alica said.

"Yeah all you do is work let someone do you babe" Bella said.

"Ugh alright" I said.

"Okey so we know you don't have any club clothes so we bought some for you" Bella said and showed me bag.

(outfit1-you, outfit2-irene)

"Amm are you sure about this?" I asked.

"OMG YOU LOOK SO SEXY" Alice said.

"We are getting free drinks tonight" Bella said.

After we finished our makeup and everything we went to some fancy club. When you are women you can go everywhere even some rich private club. When we got inside I already knew I won't like it there.

/two hours later/

"Can we go now?" I asked.

"Noo it's fun babe" Bella said.

I rolled my eyes and than I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I looked to left to see who is the person and I saw a boy maybe a year or two older than me.

"My boss called you to VIP room" he said and showed to VIP room.

I looked up and saw a blonde man in suit with glass of wine in his hand smiling at me and waving. I gave him wave and fake smile.

"Im sorry but Im with my two friends I can't leave them"

"He said that you can bring them too"

"We are going for sure, lead us to door" Alice said.

I didn't get a chance to say something because they dragged me to VIP room. When we entered that boy didn't enter with us but we met with other people. There was big sofa and there were 3 man and... 1 women?

"Hii there" a blonde man from before said with smile.

"We appreciate your offer for this but we should get home you know" I said with scared smile.

I heard someone laughing. It was that women.

"Relax love, we called you here to chat and have fun nothing more. It's not what you think, but if you want that we can figure something out" she said and looked at me from bottom to top.

I felt my cheeks burning.

"Irene don't scare her more" a brunette man said.

She smiled at me and went to pure more wine.

"Hi my name is Albert, this two blondes are my younger brothers William and Louis, this man is Moran and lady who spoke to you is Irene"

"Im Alice, this is Bella and one who spoke to you guys is (name)"

"(Name)? What a lovely name sweetie" Irene said.

"Irene we know that you like her but let her to relax first, she got scared" Louis said and took a sip of his wine.

Irene came and gave us a glass of wine.

"You like me?" I asked.

"Yeah why? Does it makes you uncomfortable? You don't like girls?"

"I have never kissed a girl to know if I like them but it doesn't make me uncomfortable. It's just I never heard that someone like me"

"Damn baby it's someone else's loss than because you are hell fine"

"Irene relax a bit" Moran said.

"Fine" she rolled her eyes.

She is hot while doing it.

"You like how she rolls her eyes huh (nickname)?" William asked.

Oh shit they caught me. Irene looked at me with smirk. She layed me down on sofa and got on top of me.

"Oh so you like me too"

I looked at her face, eyes, lips and than I felt something on my lips. She kissed me. I started to kissed her back.

"Woah there get a room Irene" Moran said when he paused kissing Alice.

"Sure" she said and took my hand.

We got out of room and went to some room. When she closed the door next second I felt my back on wall and my legs around her waist. We started kissing. My hands were around her neck while her hands were grabbing my ass. She took us to bed and started to undress me. Because of my outfit she didn't had much to take off. I released that she didn't take off my skirt when I wanted to take it off she grabbed my arm.

"Leave it you look so sexy with that skirt on"

That sentence turned me on more. I smirked and started to undress her. When we were both nacked she started kissing me but than I felt something inside me and that were her fingers.

"OH MY GOD" I moaned into her mouth.

"You like it babe?"

I nodded and she smirked. After just two minutes I cane on her fingers and it was the best orgasam I ever had. I rolled us and started to eat her.

"Oh shit you know what you are doing" she said and put her hand on my head to pull me closer.

She didn't take much to cum too. I thought that we were finished but than she got a dildo from somewhere.

"Ready babe?"

I nodded and she put it inside, but thing I didn't know it wasn't dildo but vibrator.

"Oh shit"

I took her by waist and put her on my face. While I was eating and fingering her she was messing with me.

"Oh shit Im close"

"Come on baby, cum on my face"

That was a button and she came on my face, I ate all her cum.

"Now you" she said and went down on me.

Vibrations and her tongue were enough to make me cum.

"OMG IRENE!!"

She ate all my cum and went to kiss me. We were cuddling.

"I know that we don't know each other for a day but do you want to be my girlfriend?" She asked.

"YESSS!!" I said.

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blueberri-chee · 8 months

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Bad girl

parings- Any character you like x reader ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

summary- she's jealous.

Warning- NSFW, smut, Fem reader, use of good girl/daddy/slut..

“You’ve been a very bad girl today.” Her fingers barely grazed the part of me which craved her attention. She’s been doing this all night, relentlessly punishing me with small touches and heavy looks from across the room.

“Please, please, I’m sorry. Just touch me, please.” I begged but she clicked her tongue. I heard the silk sheets rustle but the black blindfold on my eyes forbade me from seeing what she was doing. The room became quiet for a while. The extreme stillness of the air around me made me call out her name. I knew she wouldn't leave me alone, I knew she knew I hated the dark and being alone but since my sense of sight was completely obscured, I felt the need to hear her voice. I needed the comfort of her voice whilst I was tied up to the bed and blindfolded. I need to know that I wasn’t alone. Being in this state put me in a headspace where only she could reach. It was my safe space where only she existed. She was the reason for it, she was the guardian of it, and she was the only one who could pull me out of it.

I got no response from her. I wondered whether she had heard me or was just pretending to ignore me just to put me on the edge.

“Daddy?” I said again but this time my lilt carried a little urgency to it as I again got no response from her, I tugged on the chains around my wrists as to get her attention on me but to no avail.

She is punishing me. She is punishing me for not obeying her. She had told me not to talk with the shady man at the club, she told me to stay back and not to flirt with him.

“I should have listened to you, I’m sorry, just please-” I sniffled as tears gathered in my eyes.

“Shush.” I heard her from somewhere in the room, “Did I allow you to speak?” Her voice filled with malice made me want to cower but the chains restricted me from doing so.

“I don’t want to hear a single sound coming from you.” I felt something cool drip on my stomach making it twitch, “You want to be a good girl?” She asked and I nodded. I do not want her to be angry with me. I would do anything to be in her good graces.

“You may speak now, I need your verbal consent for what we are going to do.” She said with utmost composure.

“Yes, daddy. I am okay with whatever you think is perfect.”

“Hmm.” I felt her finger on my lips, but the touch was gone even before I could saviour it, “And what are your colours?” She always asked me these questions before every scene to make sure I was comfortable and okay with everything going on and that made me feel a little safe.

‘Green for you may proceed and I am totally comfortable. Yellow for I need a minute and red for stop immediately.” I repeated the colours like clockwork but this time she didn’t praise me.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you but your colours when I ask you or you feel like you want me to stop, understood?”

“Yes.” I felt a slight sting on my right thigh making me gasp.

“Yes, what slut?” She asked.

“Yes, daddy.” I replied quickly.

“Better. Now, it is time for your punishment.” She traced her finger on my thigh where I am sure the red colour must be blossoming. I felt something cold on my lips and I shivered. Ice. The only thing I like being this cold is ice-cream and this is just plain and not even sweet, it is just really cold.

“I want you to hold this in your mouth, without chewing it and don’t make a single noise.” I nodded wanting to please her.

“Open your mouth.” And I did. She gently placed the ice cube on my tongue and closed my mouth with her finger beneath my chin. Goosebumps appeared all over my neck and hands. The cold made my tongue heavy and I did not like the cold but I was going to prove to her I am a good girl.

I could feel her fingertips on my neck, on my breasts, on my stomach, on my thighs but again not where I needed her the most. The touches stopped and I could hear her walking away. Was she going to leave me alone here? I don’t want to be alone in the dark. The cold ice in my mouth made my head even more heavy than it already was and the thought of being alone made it spin not in a good way. I was about to call out for her again when I heard the sheets rustle and dip with her weight. Her fingers traced the inside of my thigh and goosebumps rose all over my skin.

“Remember what I had said, not even a single sound.” And it was more difficult for me since I am a loud person and she always loves when I scream her name but now, I have to be completely silent.

The first vibration against my clit made me jerk as sparks of pleasure coursed my body and my mouth dropped open. I almost choked on the ice but I caught it in between my teeth. The ice was acting both like a curse and a boon for me. If I open my mouth to make any sound, I’ll choke on it and if I keep it on my tongue for too long, it will hurt.

The vibrations grew stronger making me weaker, after being teased for so long even the slightest of simulations were enough to push me over the edge. I wasn’t sure if i’m allowed to cum or not. I can’t ask either so I have to hold.

Tears gather in the corner of my eyes and whimpers escape my throat without permission. The ice in my mouth and the vibrations together weren’t a good combination. My thighs started to shake and she just ran her fingers down them.

“Little slut wants to come?” She asked in a tone filled with sarcasm which I couldn’t understand because of the pleasure and the pain. I nodded my head and I sobbed as the ice completely melted in my mouth.

“Pathetic.” She increased the vibrations, “Beg.”

She loves control and humiliation turns me on. She knows what words to use and what words not to which might trigger me. I know she must be enjoying the picture of me spread out, tied up and blindfolded, begging to let me come.

“Please, daddy, please. I’ll be a g-good girl from now on.”

“We both know you can do better than that.” Her condescending tone made me want to fall into a pit and never show my face again. The ice had numbed my tongue as well as my brain.

A choked moan left my mouth and I clench my fist as she increases the vibrations a notch. “Aaa~ Please.. Please…” meaningless words fall for my lips the same way the tears fall from eyes staining the blindfold. I can feel the pleasant heat pooling in the bottom of my tummy. My toes curled around the silk sheets as she pressed the dildo deeper and sucked a mark on my thigh, “let it go.”

Those words were enough for me to come with a scream of her name. My thighs trembled and my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted but in a good way.

The waves of pleasure didn’t last for long as she removed the blindfold and tossed it somewhere. She kisses me softly and her warm mouth makes me sigh happily. My hands itch to touch her, to run my fingers across her soft skin but I can’t. She pulls away and removes her shirt tantalisingly slowly, leaving her upper body bare. My eyes run over her prominent collarbones and her breasts. She chuckles after seeing the hungry look in my eyes and leans down again to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. She pulls away and kisses me softly before climbing off the bed and removes her trousers.

She wraps her hand loosely around, “tell me what you have learnt?” She kisses and licks my neck softly.

“To do what you’ve told me to and not to disobey you.”

“Good girl.”

A little present by me for you all since it's my birthday!!! 🎊

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 4 days

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Hello mother. 🫡 I’m back to read your Michael discourse, and the takes are very interesting.

I haven’t watched Saltburn yet (I did watch Priscilla though and Elordi did a smashing job, so I can’t wait to see him + Keoghan + Fennell fuck me up @ Saltburn) — but I would like to request a Michael fic which I will read after watching the movie.

Would you be open to writing about Michael with a more experienced/ older partner (assuming they’re all in undergrad in the movie), who is just as intelligent as he is (maybe more) . Bonus if she’s toying with him LOL. Or fucks him up (along with fucking him) I love cruel women mwah 😘

(P.S : I don’t know if you’ve watched Bendybend cucumberpatch’s Sherlock but Lara Pulver’s Irene Adler lives rent free in my mind since 2010)

You asked for this back in November, I'm so sorry it's taken so long! It's now on the WIPs list. Here's a teaser...

Improper Fraction

Pairing: Michael Gavey x f!reader Warnings: Smut.

Summary: Michael gets great satisfaction from humiliating a fellow student during the fresher's week pub quiz, only to get a nasty shock when he realises he'll be seeing lots more of her. And she's keen to get her own back.

Full fic coming soon. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

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asherloki · 3 months

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My tiny

Sherlock x petite!reader

Request:- Hello! Fellow writer here :) 8 and 9 on the smutty one liners for sherlock x reader? Maybe he was thinking about her in his head (mind palace, whatever lol) and he called her to baker street and deducted she wanted him back? :) take this as far as you want or don't do it at all. Nothing but love <3 ~ @run-clever-boy

Smut

Word count:- 4144

A/n:- I'm not good at smut, I hope you still like it.

Prompt lists!

I walked upstairs almost as fast as I can and stood infront of Sherlock's door. As I came home after office I recieved a text from him "come at once, case ... Mostly - SH". Sherlock Holmes is the one who discovered my talent which I never knew I had. Solving mysteries. I was never into detective fiction either, until one day I met him he immediately asked me a few questions. He says he deduced I have an analytical brain, a brain to form thousands of theories, imageries which often are the reason for my distress, so he wanted to use my brain for something good. I started to tag along with him and John Watson. He took me to the cases which weren't dangerous for a woman. To him I'm rather a tiny woman, he even calls me tiny sometimes, which I first showed irritation to, but in my heart I know how much I like when he calls me that. So, the cases which are dangerous for a tiny woman like me he makes sure I solve, or help in solving them from their flat. As much as possible. He even let me talk to clients. I don't know what is the name of this relationship of ours, is he a guide, shaping me into a better person or ... I don't know but I actually like the fact that he doesn't care about women. Except for some, Molly Hooper his friend, Mrs Hudson his landlady, eurus his sister but it's complicated, and there's been someone else who intrigued this poor detective with her wit. He talks rather highly of Miss Irene Adler. His respect towards her makes me like her too, even though she's a criminal. Also that compliment, well I hope he meant it as a compliment when he said, "you're witty, like the woman". He likes my wit, intellectual debate. He sometimes brings up such topics of which I can speak of passionately, passion, he likes it. He also -

"Why didn't you knock?" The detective came opening the door, reminding me I've been standing there like a fool without knocking.

"Oh ... Sorry, I just-" I ran out of excuses, "let me in detective" I entered, his tall body couldn't stop my 5ft tall one to pass through the door.

"Welcome I guess" he said closing the door, "well it's my chair" he pointed towards his chair which I occupied.

"So? There's still alot of space there" apparently Sherlock himself is a lean man and I am petite as well, "anyway you said there's a case for me".

"Oh yes wait" he nodded and recalled about it, he went straight to his mantle piece and pulled out a letter which he handed me saying "here".

"From Mr Laurent" I read, "isn't he a detective too?"

Sherlock nodded in response.

"To miss... Wait it's for me?" I was stunned, a detective needed help but from me and not from.., "I don't understand".

"Seems like Mr Laurent has a crush on you" he said anything, I rolled my eyes and opened the letter,

"Let's read it" I said and read the letter contained the case Mr Laurent needed my help with, an old man was murdered in Venice, his four sons and their wives were in the house with three strangers, he's known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, Mr Laurent also sent me a ticket to Venice. I read the whole thing out loud and Mr Holmes, my friend, I hope I can call him so, listened attentively, "he needs my help? But it's rather clear, who did it."

"Who did it?" No comment was made on his part to the request of help instead he asked about my theory for the case.

"Isn't it obvious, three strangers at his house exactly at the time of his murder? I mean, look he was known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, which I'd like to believe involved women, who knows, how many enemies he harboured for himself and who knows how many illegitimate children, atleast one wouldn't surprise me, we need to check on the strangers, if the family members were to do it they would've done it anyday, won't even make a fuss about it, even though it's possible they chose this time to put the blame on the strangers but I believe the wealth of this old man would go to them anyway, they're the legal family but these strangers." I looked at Sherlock, he stood at where he was, staring at me, I know these eyes, he only stares like that when I'm making a point, a theory, a solution to the mystery, "we can check on these strangers I guess ".

He came closer to me, slowly, I didn't know why but the air was... Sultry, I didn't feel such things for him, never ever, he's not really... My type.

"Yeah" he said clearing his throat "are you going then?"

I shook my head "no, I don't know this person " I stood up, "I can't spent time with someone I barely know."

"I'd suggest the same" he said taking that ticket away from me, "he just wants to get into your..." He stopped.

"Into my?" I asked..

"Nothing " he said and put that letter away.

"Into my bed, I know" I answered making him chock, "was it vulgar?"

He glanced at me, it's not that vulgar, I said many vulgar things intellectually that just made everything less awkward for John, Sherlock and I never had an awkward moment, we have same vibe, same mentality, same everything.

"No it wasn't " he said coming closer, it's bizarre, he's like everyday, clad in his black trousers, white shirt, his same dressing gown, something hot surrounded us. I've barely felt any such tension after my fling with Thomas ended. It was all about Sex and Sherlock hated it, he never objected but he hated how we just banged wherever we got the chance, we didn't spare his bathroom. He doesn't know about it.

"What's in the corner of your lips?" He asked touching the corner of my lips, almost, I didn't move, consenting him silently to touch them.

"What's there?" I enquired, to my own surprise my voice came out as a sultry whisper, never happened with him.

"May I check?"

I nodded and I wasn't aware of what I was going to experience. His lips touched mine, the first time ever, we kissed? I couldn't believe my own senses we actually kissed.

He pulled away, smirking as he replied, "there was nothing".

Can you believe it?

"Very funny" I replied sultrily and walked towards the kitchen, "what was that supposed to mean ? Jealousy?"

He furrowed his brows as I said something impossible, "jealous of what?"

"Mr Laurent?" I replied.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know, perhaps the fact that he asked me to come with him and if he's handsome then we might.."

I didn't have to complete my sentence when my detective came almost running saying,

"Don't you dare bang him all over Venice".

"I'm not a whore"

"I know you aren't, but Thomas"

"He was my fling so..."

"Shut up you're my tiny detective" he literally called me tiny and didn't let me act offended, rather crashed his lips on mine, bless Thomas for teaching me everything I needed to be good at this. I let our tongues dance as we parted lips to let them enter.

"I've been thinking of this, and more everytime you formed theories of a case, solved them, did some analytical research or simply said something intellectual with.." he said pulling away, "with passion, so much passion, you're a spark, a fire and I would be cold without you" my ears as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he was vulnerable, expressing himself however he could, "make me warm Sunshine, tiny little detective".

"I'm not.." I couldn't even object, he interrupted.

"Miss 5ft."

I'm tiny, his tiny... I did say his didn't I?

"Tiny one, hated when you banged Thomas" Sherlock said booping my nose lightly.

"Could see it in your eyes" I replied letting his fingers trace the features of my face.

"Pretty Little face, cute little exterior" he said out loud then leaning to my ears he whispered "only I know how much thirst is in there".

Yes, the thirst. Never thought I'd actually do it with him but..

"Guess we're gonna..." I stared.

"Do something else " he picked me up and I wrapped my legs round him as he carried me to his bedroom. I'm so petite that I fit perfectly in his arms. He has comforted me many times when some violent case triggered me, I love his embrace and I am loving whatever we're upto. He dropped me on his bed, and he climbed on top of me.

"So, what's your plan?" I asked confidently knowing he has little to no experience in bed.

"You'll see tiny" this time it hit a nerve.

"If I'm petite then why do you wanna fuck me" I said a little agitated. He smirked knowing he's successful in driving me up the wall.

"Because, your anger and passion turns me on" he said as his hands fumbled with my shirt button, "and your intellect is my porn".

Now that was a big sixer by Mr Holmes. Making a woman like me whimper. And that made him raise a brow.

"I see your body reacting to my comment." That was sultry just like his voice. No wonder I've always admitted one thing about him, he has a sexy voice.

"Because words are our thing detective" I played my turn as well.

"I see, tiny detective" we both are detectives. And we both get a bit excited by intellectual word play. He and I know how to trun people's heads with words. He did it Jeanine and I, too with some men to get information.

"What if we actually..." I began to touch his buttons, "do the action this time, without all the talk?"

"I like that idea" he said, he and I both unbuttoned our shirts. Tossing them to some corner of his room. As soon as we both sat half naked his lips attacked my neck. Leaving prominent marks, for people to know to whom I belong, for now or... Forever Mr Sherlock Holmes.

I brought him even closer as the sensation was different, special, we've solved many cases together and this does feel special. Alot special. His hand roamed to my back and unclasped my bra. My nails dug into his skin. I wasn't ready for him to see me like this. His tiny detective at his mercy, does sound sexy doesn't it?

"May I?" He whispered in my ear, asking for permission if he could see my breasts.

"Ofcourse, it's not like your tiny has the biggest set of boobs" I joked to which he raised his face and looked into my eyes,

"Good, then they'll fit perfectly in my palm" he said, still not for once looking down at me. As I nodded and gave my consent then only he looked down and took no time into brushing his fingers against my hardened nipples, sending shivers, a touch from a man I trust, the hands which keeps me safe, the safest touch.

"You've never been into bodies did you?" I couldn't help but ask. He kept marking my neck and in between pinching my tits as he replied,

"A good body will lose it's charm with time, but a charming personality as yours, a passionate mind as you, an intellect like yours will never."

He does have a point, we'll still be eachother's favourite even after we're old as a goose.

"Also.." he continued, "your eyes will also remain beautiful, bright, reflecting your charming personality, a mystery I'll spend my life solving".

I allowed myself to bring him even closer and kiss him more lovingly this time, as his hands started to undo my belt and then pulling my jeans away. If I knew something like this would happen I would've come prepared, but... Guess he doesn't really care about all that.

"Don't overthink it" he said, "you look fine, I..."

He trailed off, wonder what he wanted to say but yes, I won't be a spoil sport with my overthinking. I got up and treated his trousers the same way he treated mine. And the twitching member of him was making sure to make his presence prominent.

"Should I do something about it?" I asked kissing his neck, feeling his body reacting to it under my fingers. I made him pull his pants down leaving him in his boxers, preparing myself to finally be the person to see Mr Holmes's thing. Wonder if anyone else got a glimpse... Oh right, Jeanine.

I kissed his chest as I put his boxers down, his twitching member finally got a bit of freedom. He let out a soft whimper, his cheeks turned pink, so he's shy? It didn't seem so the way he kissed me. I looked his member, wrapping my hands around it making him let out a whimper again,

"May I?" I also should take permission if he did. He nodded and I brought my mouth to his tip, leaving a light smooch on it. I knew what I was doing, Thomas was a good practice. He stared at me, breathing heavily. I guess I smirked when I licked his length, then wrapping my mouth on it I started to work on it, with both my mouth and my hand. He controlled for sometimes but he moaned, finally he let himself be vulnerable, he liked what I did.

"I never kn..." He tried to speak as I made it incredibly impossible for him to do so, "never knew... You...ah" see? Incredibly difficult as I fastened my pace, "you could do ... It so... Ah... You're great".

That lifted my confidence and I...

"What the?" As I planned to make him cum in my mouth, I see he has something else in mind, he pushed me down and pinned me to bed.

"Let me return this favour tiny" his heavy voice whispered in my ear. I knew what he meant, I squeezed my thighs together, knowing there's a wet spot in my panties. His voice wasn't helping, rather was making it worse. Thomas was good, but I never knew he, Sherlock Holmes knows how to do to a woman. He got down and almost ripped my panties away. I really don't know whether I'd be able to wear them again after we... It's okay, I sometimes forget my pants at home. I still squeezed my thighs, keeping him from seeing what he wanted to.

"Are you eager?" I teased, I told you, I'm well trained by my fling. He smirked, but his smirk was innocent. My teasing was gone, I felt... I... With Thomas it was just good sex, but I... Felt safe with Sherlock. Never happened before, no one cared for me like he does, no one values my wishes like he does. He gives me more than I ask. And I'm not even talking about material stuffs, he... "My my". He forced my thighs to spread to give him a good view. He looked down and then at me,

"Tiny" he said seductively, "just like you" I was thinking of something sexy to say until he said, "I like it".

And then? He dived like a starved man would for food. His tongue touched my clit giving me shivers, making me moan loudly, thank goodness doctor Watson is married and out of this flat. Otherwise he'd have heard me moaning, as his tongue played with my clit. He didn't stop there, he let his tongue run through my slit, I tried to move upwards in his bed, his big hands grabbed my waist and pinned me in my place. I put a finger between my teeth to keep me from screaming. His tongue felt good, even better and I know now why. He kept on eating me out as I put a hand on his head, grabbing his curls and pulling it slightly. That's how horny I can get, don't go on my looks. He finally pulled away from my pussy, staring right into my eyes,

"Few more licks would've painted your face white Mr Holmes" I said panting.

"Guess you can paint my dick all white" he said stroking his dick. That's a sight I liked, the posh detective and his tiny childish assistant, newspapers called us "the detective and his sunshine", "posh detective and the tiny woman", "detective's childish assistant". Only if they knew, posh detective, cold detective and his childish, innocent, tiny, intelligent girl is doing dirty on his bed. He positioned his tip to my entrance, gave me a look, I nodded, ready to have him in me. And he did push himself into me,

"Ah fuck you're big" the only thing I could scream as his big cock entered me. But that's it, he's in me, I realised something I never did, now I want him, him.. I stretched my arms out, asking him to come to me. He wasted no time and leaned on me, giving me a kiss he stared to rock his hips, slowly and sensually. It felt good, my tall man, his face burried in my neck, his thrusts hitting perfectly. He protected me from bullies, showed me I'm extraordinary to worry about those ordinary people, made me realise he and I are worth better things and ... Now that I know all these, I'm not ever going to stray again... I hope. I'm staying Sherlock Holmes. He took his pace and fuck it felt nice, it felt perfect,

"My go- oh yes" I moaned, he raised his face to see mine,

"Oh, little miss tiny is about to beg" he said to tease me, I remember he told me about Irene Adler wanting him to beg, and ended up begging for protection from him, twice.

"I don't beg, men gives me anyway" I didn't wanted to be a self absorbed person, especially not now, it's just ... Came out. He replied with a sudden thrust that found the spot,

"Ah yes right there" I screamed, arching my back. He stopped, his cock in me.

"What if I don't fullfill your desire?" He does that to people, being rude but never to me. I showed my puppy eyes (which I always do and it works on him)but eventually my mouth spoke,

"Pretty please?" Which apparently means I begged for more.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.” he said with a smirk and resumed his thrusts at my g spot. I brought him closer and wrapped my hands around him. The most intimate, he and I. I could stay like this forever, but he eventually got up and fucked me faster, the roomed filled with him painting, my moaning and our skin slapping. His cock worked fine in me. And we both knew I was close.

"So am I" he said between his pants. With some more thrusts I let out a scream, eyes closed, I painted his dick white. He pulled out of me immediately, shooting white strings to my belly.

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We got up, we cleaned ourselves and sat on his bed with a chessboard.

"Oops got your bishop" I mocked as I replaced his bishop with my pawn.

"Aww poor your queen" eventually he trapped me and got my queen that made me gasp,

"You did not" I, surely am offended by Sherlock's intelligent move, "not my queen, I can never win without it".

"Oh I'm sorry tiny" he didn't seem sorry at all, "be careful next time" his voice was gentle, soft as he explained how I should play and be careful next time, "you got it?"

"Sherlock?" I called him, not answering his question, I can play chess well, now if you play with Sherlock Holmes you're never good enough, but I wanted to ask him something else, "how was it?" He blushed, I'm too bold, I can ask anything without thinking twice, "anything you imagined?"

He nodded fumbling with my queen, "the world is filled with ordinary and notoriety you know tiny" he said looking into my eyes, "reality is often cruel, I... I saw your innocence and potentials in your eyes. You were wasting your time with Thomas, fling is useless, I hoped you'd find something better, worthy of your time, all I could give you is my adventures. You.. you're very intelligent, emotionally. You're an unique, creative thinker as well, you're hard to describe just like me. Can't let those ordinary people bully you, can't let those ordinary men lay finger on you, I couldn't stop Thomas since you consented but I want you to understand, you're here for something better." I just listened to his words, made sense why I always felt no one understood me, sitting here on his bed, wrapped in his white bedsheet with a chess board. If feels safe, he makes me feel... Understood.

"What I mean to say is I'm terrible at expressing emotions, yet I feel them just like you do, I saw you couldn't fit in with your dull boring, bimbo classmates who ultimately back stabbed you. But I see you here, with me, smiling, laughing, feeling safe I hope. This world is dull for people like you and me tiny, these people are cruel, boring for us, you and I couldn't settle down with any ordinary profession or people. We're too similar. The only thing though I believe you have extra is, your innocence. With you, reality is better than my dreams, my imagination. Because my imagination came with the reality of the world that I faced, but with you I saw a different side of it. You're different, innocent, you think differently, you're kind and you don't do things to please people. You don't want to be ordinary, you hate being boring, you're far more me than I am, you're far better me I must say, you're a better Sherlock Holmes, you bring out the better Sherlock Holmes in me, my tiny. This reality is better, and I am not just talking about sex."

Can you believe? His puzzled words did make sense, it's better here just him and me.

"I realised today that you love me" I spoke as a tear fell from my eyes, remembering how everyone treated me and how he does, I'm his better world.

"Glad you know" he said looking down at the board. I didn't know where we were at the game but I moved another pawn of mine.

"Sherlock..." I spoke, "if you wanted someone good, I believe there are many people who are... Good. You know I can't control my temper, I have no filter, I am also pretty childish and-"

"If by good you mean ordinary people, who doesn't have personality, who copies others, brags to you, lies to you, use you" he knows everything I've been through, he knows how people treated me, "ordinary people often thinks they're extraordinary, especially to those who actually are... Rare. You know my university life". I nodded, he was a lonely kid,

"So was my school life" I certainly was a lonely kid in my school, we're both eccentrics.

"We can live in our safe bubble, here, with our stupid adventures if you'd like" he proposed and I loved it, guess my grin proved so,

"And I" I got up and threw my arms around him, "love it".

He hugged me tightly, the sorrow we experienced, all was transformed into a certain joy, he always felt relaxed holding my head to his chest,

"But detective?" I had to be myself and make a proposal of mine, "I like your handcuffs." He looked suspiciously at me,

"Fine, my tiny's wish is my command".

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock fanfic #sherlock smut

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dapetty · 2 months

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EXPLICIT CONTENT - NO ONE UNDER AGE 18

A fic I wrote a while ago but it's my favorite so I thought I'd post the link here in case you'd like to read it. Might be a tad smutty. Ok. It's all smut but fun smut, I hope.

Enjoy!

Summary:

Sherlock is in complete control of his transport - except for one thing and it's become an obsession. Irene Adler runs a high end brothel with male prostitutes, catering to the upper classes (i.e. RICH). She's Sherlock's last ditch effort at overcoming his phobia against being penetrated. Paging Doctor Watson, former Captain in Her Majesty's Armed Forces, now hooker with a heart of gold.

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #humor #john watson #sherlock holmes #funny

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gregorovitch-adler · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for tagging me, @calaisreno !

1.) How many works do you have on AO3?

-> 69. It's been almost two years since I entered the world of fic writing. Enjoying my time!

2.) What's your current AO3 word count?

-> 204,949.

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

-> I've written for BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Harry Potter, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, and Good Omens, so far.

4.) Top five fics by kudos?

-> An Old Photograph

Mysterious Cheekbones

A 'Brief' Case

We're Not a Couple!

Wounded

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

-> I respond to all the comments, sometimes to say thanks, sometimes to elaborate on something. I love responding to comments, and receiving new comments always brings me joy (obviously).

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

-> The Fall , I think. Although there are quite a few, but this one is the saddest.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

-> I mostly write happy endings, so it was a bit difficult to choose. But I think Whisper.

8.) Do you receive hate?

-> Not hate, exactly but rude comments, sometimes. Including bots. But that's also rare.

9.) Do you write smut?

-> Yeah, sometimes. I've written porn both with and without plot. It's fun.

10.) Do you write crossovers?

-> I've written two crossovers by now. One was BBC Sherlock/Harry Potter and the other one was BBC Sherlock/Better Call Saul.

Sherlock/HP: The Hidden Side of London.

Sherlock/Better Call Saul: Better Call Sherlock.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

-> I don't think so.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

-> Yes, three times. Twice in Russian and once in Chinese.

13.) Have you co-written a fic before?

-> No, I haven't.

14.) What's your all time favourite ship?

-> Sherlock Holmes/John Watson.

15.) A WIP you doubt you'll ever finish?

-> I've been meaning to complete A Fashionable Doctor for a long time, but I didn't get back to it for some reason. Not abandoning it, but yeah. It's a slice of life, fluffy fic. Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting. Pairing: Molly Hooper/Irene Adler. I will finish it, eventually.

16.) Writing strengths?

Characterisation.

Dialogue.

Realism in dark topics.

Descriptions in action packed scenes.

17.) Writing weaknesses?

I struggle to write descriptions when I have to set a scene. I'm an impatient writer, and I find it painfully boring.

Sometimes I tend not to follow the "Show, don't tell" rule. I've been trying to avoid this thing in my current WIPs, though.

I sometimes don't have the patience to write anything more than a drabble-length fic.

18.) Will you write dialogue in another language?

-> Haven't done that before, but I might, if I wanted to. Preferably in one of the 3 languages I speak.

19.) What was your first fandom?

-> BBC Sherlock. I started writing in January 2022.

20.) What's your favourite fic that you've ever written?

-> It was a tough choice between two or three works, but I'd say Superficial Wound, Deep Feelings. This is the first fic I wrote in the Victorian era style (for ACD canon fandom). Canon compliant to The Adventure of the Three Garridebs. Bittersweet ending.

Tagging: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely , @lookingforlifeoutthere, @keirgreeneyes , @totallysilvergirl, etc.

#fanfiction #tag games #fic writers #writing #archive of our own #ao3 #bbc sherlock #better call saul #breaking bad #good omens #harry potter #acd canon #sherlock holmes/john watson #sherlock holmes #john watson #kim wexler #jimmy mcgill #mcwexler #my fics

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findroleplay · 10 months

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hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace.

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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gerri-godmother · 6 months

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20 author questions

tagged by the lovely @badcatholichusband

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 11

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 153,683

3. What fandoms do you write for? Succession

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is not therapy — Roman chooses to go see Dr. Kellman on his own, which she identifies as one of his “strengths.”

Once upon a poolside — She knows by the knock that it’s him. That, and she was half expecting him to come crawling to her, a glutton for punishment. What she’s not expecting is to see him already punished: the blood on his shirt, the tear in his suit, the bruise already forming around his left eye. Not again, Logan, she thinks, only to remember that they’d entombed him that afternoon. Just another hurt-comfort fix-it fic immediately following S4E9.

Soft like silk — roman/gerri with twice the silk blouses (my magnum opus)

I know a place — season three of succession but it's Shiv who's weird about Gerri

Something unholy —something about “in costume” put the image of Roman in a priest’s collar in my head and I can’t get it out. A silly, sick, sexy, and heartwarming romp. In response to: Roman/Gerri autumn date. Takes place in a simpler time (season 2). I am going straight to hell.

5. Do you respond to comments? Not really but I would like to start because I love comments and am so grateful to everyone who reads my fic!!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angistest ending? Honestly I’m not sure how White Ferrari will end, but I’m thinking it will probably be that one. As for existing fics, probably Once upon a poolside, but it’s not even that angsty. I’m all about hurt/comfort on a micro and macro level.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Soft like silk or maybe This is not therapy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only one time and it wasn’t even really hate but someone was like “Gerri’s too mean” and I was just like “uh-huh.” because that’s how I like her.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? I pretty much ONLY write smut lol. The kinky kind??

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes I love them. Honestly my Hacks one I think is the craziest. One day I’ll finish that. And my Veep.

11. Gave you ever had a fiction stolen? No! But Soft like silk has inspired some stuff and honestly that counts for like a billion kudos

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no but I would! hmu!!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? oh god this is so hard — I really am just absolutely obsessed with bisexual icon Gerri Kellman and will pair her with anybody (even her husband Baird!) but Shiv/Gerri I think

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Meditations in an emergency. I am going to finish I know a place one day but there’s just a lot of pressure (from myself) to make it good (plus I have to rewatch the end of S3 to put myself back in that place/time.

16. What are your writing strengths? kink/smut, dialogue, accuracy to the source material, character complexity (according to my wife who betas everything)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Self indulgent background on the Kellman family, commas

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? my French isn’t good enough

19. First Fandom you write for? Sherlock (I used to write Irene Adler/Kate the maid, so that’s telling of a number of things)

20. Favorite fic you’ve ver written? probably This is not therapy because I’m a therapist in real life and it was fun to just disregard literally every single element of what that’s actually like and have fun with the idea of Gerri being Roman’s therapist

tagging anybody who wants to do this including my IRL wife @thegables and romangerri folks like @catherineflowers29

#fanfic #succession #succession fanfic #romangerri #shivgerri #gerrolina #not making any promises but this is making me want to take up i know a place again and FINALLY finish it #I could also do a season 4 shivgerri #that would be interesting #since I’m having so much fun with a pregnant character in white ferrari

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ao3feed-jimlock · 4 months

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I need to love you every day and every night (and I love you with everything I have)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s9iSxoh by ksdruxmd Sherlock and Jim. Jum and Sherlock. Two names, as if created to be written next to each other. Two hearts, beating for each other, as if the world won't ever end. One marriage, one love and two consultants with a long love story behind themselves. And everyone else around them, feeling like third wheels :D (aka my married Sheriarty fanfic that has been around the tag for some time, now finally in English too) Words: 16918, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 9 of Sheriarty my love Fandoms: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Jim Moriarty, John Watson, Sebastian Moran, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson (Sherlock) Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes & Jim Moriarty Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Married Couple, Established Relationship, Some Plot, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty Fluff, Long-Term Relationship(s), Consulting Husbands (Sherlock), Enemies and Lovers, POV Sherlock Holmes, long chapters, Smut(maybe?), Teasing, Attempt at Humor, general adorableness, Sheriarty my way, Translation, AU where Sherlock and Jim met while they were 13, Character Study, BAMF Irene Adler, Third wheel John Watson, mystrade, Parental Mrs. Hudson, mentioned parents - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s9iSxoh

#ao3feed #fanfic #jimlock #sheriarty #sheriarty fanfic

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ao3feed-mystrade · 4 months

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A Fairy Tale Not For The Faint of Heart

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53084188 by Birdie0318 Crown Prince Mycroft of Doylia and Prince Greg of New Scotsyard were arranged to marry at a young age. After his mother’s death, he and Greg are finally married, but not exactly in love. But, Sherlock running away from his duties to go with his lover might spark some feelings between the two. Words: 474, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English Fandoms: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Anthea (Sherlock), Culverton Smith, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Charles Augustus Magnussen Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Dragons, Witches, Sirens, Gorgons (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Fairies, Smut, Mutual Pining, They Are Idiots, Falling In Love, Angst read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53084188

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mystrade #mycroftxlestrange

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Sherlock (bbc) Fandom Masterlist

This is my Sherlock (bbc) Fandom Masterlist ✨ which includes all the Sherlock characters and ships of the tv show that I’ve written for! Check out my post with all my request details— Requests & Prompt-List! My main navigation post—

Mommy… Master List

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Sherlock Holmes(BBC) Masterlist

Irene Adler(BBC) Masterlist

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hearsthephone · 5 months

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🚙 the one thing i will never do in roleplay

🛳 my opinions on DNI lists

☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed

🖼 my favorite types of characters

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Ohohohoho alrighty

-I will never begin a writing partnership by writing sexual scenarios (one night stands, pillow talk, building up to an eventual sex scene, etc.). Not to knock people who do- more power to ya, but even when I did write smut (this was years and years ago- writing smut just doesn't vibe with me) I didn't do that because it felt weird to just start with that. When I begin writing with someone we're getting a feel for each other and I prefer to do that with less vulnerable scenarios, if that makes sense? But yeah, never done it, won't do it, not my thing.

-If that's the best way for you to set boundaries, go for it. Just make sure the list has things you do feel strongly about and it doesn't have a lot of "weeeeell xyz is largely disliked so I'm putting this here but I'm not really pressed by it" elements, ya know? It's your list and your boundaries. Make it yours.

-So that depends on what you mean by "first". If by "first" you mean the first first then it was Irene Adler from BBC Sherlock in middle school and it was my friend and I farting around in our texts messages whenever we were bored. If by "first" you mean the first I intentionally did then it was a nobleman named Francis that someone on Pinterest was looking for a person to play as the scene partner to their noblewoman OC. Shoutout to them- I don't know their name and can't remember their user or anything but they were my introduction to roleplay and were so sweet and patient and helped me make connections with people and find a place in the community and I love them forever for it!

-Spooky psychics. Can't get enough of them. Also corvid companion characters. Love those little bastards.

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Рядом/Near

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by IAmAdlocked

— И что бы ты делала, окажись у него в пистолете ещё одна пуля? Или не окажись меня рядом? ||

История одной встречи. Рефлексирующий Шерлок, который наконец-то что-то понимает. И Ирэн, которая ведёт себя как типичная Ирэн.

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After closing another case together with The Woman in France Sherlock understands something important. And reflexing a lot. Irene (mis)behaves like typical Irene.

Words: 2458, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes)

Relationships: Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Fluff, Established Relationship, Relationship Study, Awesome Irene Adler

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There's a She-Wolf in the Closet

Chapter Fourteen: You Shook Me All Night Long

Summary: After a particularly interesting dream, Sherlock investigates a particularly interesting case.

Warnings: Light smut, 18+ themes, Sherlock trying to play off his h wordness, descriptions of blood.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Sherlock breathed in heavily, letting out small, strained moans. Something he never thought he’d do in his life. For pleasurable reasons, at least. The man held onto the sheets, his head buried into the pillow in front of him. Yes, Sherlock Holmes was on his hands and knees in the middle of his own bed. “Please….” Came from Sherlock’s mouth, a foregin word on his tongue but it made the sound all the more sweet. The depth of his voice made a simple, pleading “please” mean that much more. It was a foregin emotion in this circumstance. Desperation. In times of high stress, big cases, were usually when it came to him. Not…. this.

Irene Adler may have thought she would bring Sherlock Holmes to beg for mercy, and be the first to get to him. And maybe she could. But fate was funny, it had that scenario playing with another woman in mind.

Someone much different than The Woman.

“Please what, sweetheart?” A very familiar voice to Sherlock. She pulled slightly on the man’s restraints, the ropes tightening slightly which would create bruises he would most likely cherish in the morning.

Sherlock let out a small, deep whine, “I-I-” This was hard for the detective…. In many ways. Emotionally, though, he wasn’t used to having someone else in such control over him like this.

Sex wasn’t something he’s fully experienced before and, as far as he knew, he would be the one in control. But in one fell swoop, she changed his mind. No, he would be the one begging, pleading, wanting, whining while she made him like that. It felt…. Freeing. Good, even. Like it was meant to be that way. She showed him a side of himself that he didn’t think he had.

“P-Please, M-Mistress Violet!” Yes. He’s letting go. She’s letting him let go. Sherlock let out a breathy whine as his lips released those words.

Jayden is not an inherently sexual creature, even though it was her job. But she has a better insight than anyone about what a simple experience can do to someone. She was just hoping this would be a positive outcome. And right she was….

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“Sherlock?!” John banged on his bedroom door, his voice muffled from within the four walls. Was he really not up? It was eleven am. Sherlock had to be. That would be a new record for the detective.

Speaking of, the man inside the room let out a deep breath, not realizing his face was flushed. It was a dream…. All of it? Why did it seem so vivid? Like…. Like Jayden was right there, making him feel good. Making him lose control and give it to someone else in the sweetest way possible.

Sherlock looked around his room, trying to calm himself with simple deductions but that was not working so he got dressed…. Careful of himself. He didn’t want to seem hot and bothered. Because he was surely both. Now, John was a man as well but the detective wasn’t ready to reveal himself to be sexually inclined yet. After all, the first time Sherlock was sexually active in some way was when he met Irene Adler and he didn’t do anything with her besides see her naked.

Which John saw as well so it wasn’t private anyway. Not that he wanted it to be, it was a surprise. Something he didn’t anticipate. Like his dream. He didn’t anticipate he would have it. Sherlock barely dreamt in the first place so it was shocking he had one, especially like that.

Another deep breath as the man opened the door to his room, coughing to gain John’s attention as the man took a sip of some tea he made. “There you are, thought you were dead.” He chuckled softly.

“Somehow I doubt my death will be as…. Boring as dying in my sleep.” Sherlock coughed for a moment, realizing his voice sounded much more husky than usual.

John wasn't an idiot, as much as Sherlock decided to call him so. The man's eyebrow cocked at the sound of Sherlock's voice, "You alright?" The doctor observed the detective for a moment, not missing the way Sherlock's cheeks were slightly flushed and–he realized this because of the detective's own ramblings–the way his pupils were dilated once he came out of the room, not to mention the slightly harbored breaths.

"Just fine." The detective gritted his teeth, trying to sound less irritated but failed. Sherlock could tell John was observing him and was one step away from finding out exactly why his pupils were dilated, why his skin was flushed, and why his voice was deeper than usual.

Thankfully, the doctor was not as cruel as Sherlock would be in such a situation and decided not to comment on it. "Alright, well, we have a case to get to." John said, his mind already clicking everything in place.

Sherlock nodded, coughing for a moment before he went to grab his coat and scarf. London was frigid in the winter and with the snow, the air had a certain bite to it that most everyone hated. But, for once, Sherlock was quite thankful it was cold outside. It should be able to distract him from the scene still lingering in his head.

"Please what?" The sickly sweet sound of her voice echoed in his head. Sherlock has never even heard Jayden say something similar to that in a tone so…. distracting.

Sex was something Sherlock didn't really acknowledge until Irene and after, he started to question it was something he wanted in the first place. Indifference seemed to be a struggle after The Woman arrived, naked with only some heels on. For a moment, though, the detective landed on a hard 'no.' That only lasted for a few years.

Jayden came along and messed everything up. In the best way possible. Sherlock's attraction to her was like nothing he's ever felt before. He wanted to do everything and anything with her. Whether that included sex or not was up her.

If he was honest, Sherlock wouldn't blame Jayden for not wanting anything sexual from him. It was a part of her job, it could be–was–tiring. She needed a break from it all. It was more than healthy to take a break…. From anything really. Especially if you do something for days on end.

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The crime scene was brutal. It's been a while since Sherlock has seen something this bloody. Stains of red were all over the walls, floors, and even the ceiling.

Just goes to show how good of a weapon a guitar can be when trying to kill someone.

Although, it did take some time for Sherlock to realize what the murder weapon was. The images of his dream and the sultry sound of Jayden's voice haunted his mind, distracting him from the task at hand. The man had to press his palms into the temples of his head just to get his brain to start working properly again.

"Something up with him?" Greg asked John as Sherlock began pacing around the scene, rattling off simple deductions like what Sally had for breakfast or the state of a police car to calm himself.

It was nice that Greg was concerned and so was John, but he knew the deeper meaning as to why Sherlock couldn't focus. "Yeah…. He'll be fine though." He hoped. John shrugged, keeping an eye on the detective to make sure he didn't say anything stupid just to get his mind working again.

When Sherlock did start to focus, he rattled off the deductions like they were fleeing from his mind as soon as he realized them. "Clearly a physical altercation with things being broken or askew, as well as the bruising on the woman's knuckles, head was beaten by something heavy and large…. An electric guitar judging by the size and width of the indents. Possibly something expensive like a Fender but not too flashy, perhaps in the color black…." He explained, his eyes scanning over the woman's body yet again.

It was someone she didn't know, that much was clear. Someone going to the music shop, perhaps to buy or…. Reminisce in a time where they could play. "Check inventory and see if any guitars are missing that match the description." Sherlock said, looking over at Greg who finally paid attention.

Sherlock looked to the wall of the shop, eyeing some of the guitars on the wall. It reminded him of Jayden's…. Jayden! Right, she knew her guitars from inside and out. She was able to manipulate them in ways no one else could, or, he thought only she could. The soft melodies that were played on her acoustic greatly complimented the appearance of it. A soft white with the black painted accents being chipped away after the countless times she's used it, the gloss fading away to a nice matte. It was loved. Loved for years.

But Jayden's electric guitar…. That was something that hung on the walls of her apartment, barely used unless in the mood for it. It was in immaculate condition, in the style of something more retro than anything newer. It was a light mint color with white encapsulating the strings and a wooden neck that was meant to play chords. Sherlock has never heard nor seen Jayden play it. Perhaps it was more of a trophy for her or she only played it when she felt a piece called for it. For instance, something more Rock N' Roll? Or something more like Pop? Sherlock knew she listened to an artist called Doja Cat….

Sherlock totally didn't search up the song on Google for the sole purpose of bonding…. And he totally didn't listen to any others made by her.

Totally.

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