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bakerstreethound · 3 months

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A Single Touch

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, hints of soft (sub) husband Sherlock/dom Sherlock, gentle teasing, mentions of marking, tenderness, and feelings

Summary: A peaceful afternoon in 221B takes a turn when you become insistent on needing Sherlock's attention and he indulges.

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

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I hope you are all well. I hope you enjoy this little treat for I adore Sherlock so and he deserves the love and attention even when he can be annoying. Special thank you to @strangelockd for beta reading and loving this story from its conception. She is now the official aunt of this fanfic. As always, comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

You smile to yourself as you look around 221B, enjoying the rare peaceful afternoon on the couch, your favorite book discarded on the coffee table. Sherlock’s features are calm and relaxed and you grin despite yourself, knowing how much he hated to admit he liked this…whatever this supposed routine had become.

Your fingers ruffled gently through his curls, his breath coming steady, occasionally shuddering when you tugged harder on them to tease him. You gaze upon him fondly, watching his cheek quiver, lips pursing while he flips a page of his novel.

So that’s how it was going to be, then. You smile to yourself, for you do so love a challenge.

Carefully you tug his curls once more, earning a raised brow in return, until you reach for the book, pulling it from his grasp, not before inserting the bookmark into place; you don't have the heart to dog ear the page like a heathen.

“I was reading that,” he huffs, feigning annoyance, yet his eyes shimmer in mischief and mirth.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Surely you can think of something.”

He shifts, sitting upright on the couch, watching you intently, dark fierceness flashing for a moment in his eyes. “I’ve considered no less than five options.”

You smirk at his practicality and calculating mind, and shake your head in amusement, before you climb over onto his lap, swinging a leg over to straddle a thigh. Ever so slowly, you lean into him, pressing your lips to his forehead, relishing in the faint sigh he releases.

His grip on your waist tightens as you settle yourself fully, tracing a thumb along his lower lip. You relish in the widening of his eyes, the faint twitch of his cheek, mind, and body fighting to take over whatever impulses have him in a frenzy.

You adore the push and pull and could fall into it for eons. With him, every touch, every instinct of yours screams yes for it all is right, almost too good to be true.

“Damn you.”

“Whatever for, dear boy?” You murmur not a care in the world, nuzzling his neck before grazing your tongue over a sensitive spot, relishing in the way his shoulders tense as he fights off a shiver.

He says nothing else as you continue on your merry way, smirking to yourself at his reactions, the way he gripes your waist tighter, fighting off the anticipation of your lips latching on to his neck for what feels like the hundredth time.

Even if it is the hundredth time, he wouldn’t tire of it for a moment, for it is you, and that’s all he wants.

You in every moment.

It’s what you want as well, want to show him how much you love and adore him, how you can never get enough of him. How you deserved him you wouldn't know for he is everything to you and more.

You press another kiss to his waiting lips which accept you eagerly, your hands running down his torso, and you sigh.

How was this your husband?

He softly pressed a kiss to your lips and you gracefully fell into the feel of him, wanting to adore him. Your heart ached in kind, a mixture of melancholy and longing, desperation and want. It is your form of love, all because of him.

Through the years you count him as one of your greatest blessings, but the words catch in your throat when you try to speak them aloud.

You hope he knows, surely, he does for he’s the only one who braved your tumultuous shores, the depths of your heart, and still he stayed.

He stayed unwavering and you as well through it all. Thoughts of these flood his mind, for he’s all too enraptured with your form, the way you melt into him, the way his nails dig deep into your waist. He jolts slightly at the praises that pull from your lips, a slight blush creeping along his cheeks at your words.

“You don’t….that’s not…” he struggles to voice and you offer him a smile, kissing him once more, whispering your pleas in tandem.

“Let me help you…” you sigh into him, tugging his lower lip, earning a low groan before shifting on his lap, his hands reading to your back, gripping you impossibly tighter.

“Then I should help you, darling.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing tone sending shivers down your spine in a delightful manner and you welcome it. You both require a reprieve and it starts with a single touch.

One of love.

One of need.

One of desire.

One of desperation.

That’s how you find yourself an hour later on your shared bed, engulfed by sheets and the delicious heat of his lips on your own, tongue trailing along your body, his deep sonorous baritone edging you on.

“I said every inch, my dear,” his voice rumbles from his throat igniting your body from the inside out, “Isn’t that right?” Your shirt slides higher up your body as inch by inch your upper body is revealed to him and Sherlock smirks, delighting in the situation.

You roll your eyes, shuddering as his hands grip you tighter, before pulling the rest of your shirt off, promptly discarding it on the floor, not a care in the world. His gaze bores into your back and you fight off a shiver to no avail.

You can feel his smirk searing to your back before he presses the gentlest kisses along your spine and you melt in kind before he sucks a mark, making you squirm.

“Not…fair…”

“Nothing about you is fair,” he growls.

You groan in kind, letting him do as he pleases, pulling you impossibly closer to him, heat radiating between you, sending you aflame. It was only a shift of the hand, a brush against his wrist, and the tension filled him to the brim like lightning before it struck.

You shudder when his finger brushes back along your body, melting, completely undone by him and his embrace. He traces the marks he made along your spine, and you bite back another whimper, causing him to whisper in your ear.

“I want to hear you make those pretty noises for me, alright?”

You swallow, knowing he’s not asking and when he kisses you heatedly, you let yourself fall into the abyss and infinite as you’re made one, relishing in the warmth, and eternal bliss you fall into every time you’re here safe in his arms.

All it takes is a single burning, aching touch.

And you fall together.

Down in the abyss where love and pleasure combine, something else you can’t quite fathom or remember, but it’s enough. All you could ever want and more; the gasped pleas from parted lips, hand entangled in those sinful curls, your bodies forever intertwined.

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#sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfic #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock tv #my writing #my alleyway

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cloferatu · 3 months

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#my alleyway

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rileyclaw · 1 year

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emerald trio: enigmas to all, but most especially amity blight

#like have u ever had someone step on ur back after a long day of being hunched over.#its HEAVENLY #the owl house #toh #emerald trio #toh s3 #gus porter #willow park #hunter toh #this comic is dumb. i just want to draw dumb things. crawls into a cardbox box in a rainy alleyway so pitifully #amity blight #toh comic #fanart #my art #need someone to do this to me rn actually ive been hunched over all day drawing #fsghdjfhsjdfs

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denkisauce · 2 years

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best genre of photo actually

#the first time i did whippits i was in todoroki cosplay in an alleyway last halloween and that’s the only way i ever wanna do dr*gs #tw drugs #how do i even tag this #tsuyu asui #froppy #kill la kill #ryuko matoi #sonic #?????#idk who the top right girl is but i’m in love with her #cosplay #my stuff

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rokipu · 1 year

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I can't believe today was a good day

#trigun #vash #wolfwood #vash the stampede #vashwood #what if we were both guys and we sat in a cool alleyway in comfortable silence #And I shared my donuts with you #roki trigun

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yourlocalabomination · 2 months

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Hey, Dickhead!

*smashes your face in with a crowbar*

#if I had a nickle for everytime Ted spankoffski beat a character played by Jeff in the face with a metal object I’d have 2 nickels #my question is how did he obtain the crowbar? did he find it in an alleyway? did Teddy randomly have a crowbar in his studio apartment?#I like to think that Ted specifically went and bought the crowbar with the last 20 bucks in his wallet purely just to smack Kilgore with it #anyway big fan of how unhinged Ted is in this scene we need more of it #formal pertition to give Ted spankoffski a crowbar again and just set him loose into the wild. I just wanna see what he does with it.#(please ignore how I don’t know how to do side profiles I’m working on it okayyyyyyy)#ted spankoffski #theodore spankoffski #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #starkid fanart #fanart starkid #time bastard #time bastard nightmare time #starkid time bastard #nightmare time #hatchetfield nightmare time #starkid nightmare time #nmt #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #fanart #my art

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sensitiveheartless · 8 months

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Ok, so Muppet AU! Every ability user in canon is a muppet, except for Dazai, who nullifies both abilities and the physical state of being a muppet!

Now that that’s established:

Bram is already kind of a muppet, right?

(Whenever Bram spreads the vampirism, the newly infected muppet just gains a pair of glued-in fangs)

Corruption is just muppet-Chuuya on a string, being swung wildly about like the killer rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Imagine you are a muppet for as long as you can remember, and then one weird human pokes you, and suddenly you are also human for the first time alsksjdjf

Oh and the best part of this AU is Ranpo!!! Because if Fukuzawa convinced Ranpo that he had an ability when he was fifteen, then that means that Fukuzawa simultaneously had to convince a human boy that he was a muppet.

And Ranpo believes this for years.

Ranpo, a human man: “Haha, I have the best ability in the agency! >:D”

Atsushi, a tiger-muppet who has just learned how all this works:

#this is how my brain copes with being cooped up apparently #I cannot properly express just how much the Ranpo bit has been making me crack up it makes me so happy #also holy shit dazai and fyodor’s dynamic is so funny too #breaking news: man has extremely antagonistic relationship with a muppet bent on destroying all muppets #the fuckingg— the alleyway scene. oh my gosh. DEAD APPLE #Dazai sitting at a table with TWO MUPPETS who then proceed to STAB HIM #Dazai having a normal one dkdjfjfjf #don’t mind me I’m losing it #bsd muppet au #bsd #my art #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd bram #bsd fukuchi

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espeartz · 2 months

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Knight Airi changed my life

#momoi airi #airi momoi #project sekai #prsk #prsk fa #hatsune miku colorful stage #my art #this set killed me in an alleyway #shot dead like a sick horse #more more jump #mmj fanart

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kerodevil · 7 months

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welcome home but its a 90's edutainment game

#welcome home #wally darling #this drawing beat me to a pulp in a dark alleyway and stole my money

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inkeyjay · 10 months

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Justice, from The Alleyway Oracles

#justice #death #the tower #tarot #necromancer #fantasy #dnd #bbeg #dungeons and dragons #illustration #prints #the alleyway oracles #not my character #the alleyman's tarot

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iero · 1 year

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It was an uphill battle but they didn't know, but they didn't know, we were gonna use the roads as a ramp to take off

#fall out boy #fob #patrick stump #pete wentz #andy hurley #heartbreak feels so good #so much (for) stardust #so much for stardust #my edit #userangelic #usernaysa #userbaby #tuserrobin #userparamore #This is the part in the MV where I knew they must have had a TON of fun making this video.#Just three dudes being dudes in an alleyway... Nothing to see here. :)

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bakerstreethound · 1 month

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Golden Mornings

Relationship: Nikolai Lantsov x gender neutral reader

Warnings: lots of fluff, heated kisses, and happy Nikolai

Summary: Waking up in the arms of the King of Ravka is always special to you and you want to show him how much you adore him while he returns the sentiments in kind.

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

Word Count: 828

A/N: Hello my lovelies. This is my first time writing & posting for the wonderful Nikolai Lantsov. I hope you enjoy it! It's been in my drafts a bit as I've been meaning to post but life got in the way. Regardless, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

Nikolai nuzzles closer to you, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. You chuckle to yourself, eyes half drooped, resisting your brain’s internal alarm clock to get up and start the day. You continue to stroke his back, rubbing patterns trying to prolong the time you have before your duties demand the trajectory of the day.

“Morning, love,” he murmurs. You tap his nose gently in response as he scrunches it, painting his face in childlike happiness.

“Good morning moi tsar,” you grin in response, his eyes scrunched at the title you called him.

“It’s too early for this. What have I done to incur your wrath?”

“Nothing at all my dear Sobachka.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead and he smiles back softly, eyes glimmering in adoration.

Despite it all, despite the demon, you have accepted him for who he was and is, and on mornings like this, he has come to cherish being in the warmth and strength of your arms. It is where he belongs, and he wishes he found you, his true home sooner.

Ravka may be his kingdom, but you are his alone - his to cherish and adore.

You cup his face in your hand, thumb brushing along his lower lip, his gaze unwavering as his eyes take in the sight of you once more. It’s all he ever wants, the simplicity of waking up in your embrace, the golden sun illuminating your shared chambers with the promise of a new life, a new kingdom, and a thousand tomorrows on the horizon.

“Did you find a blemish there, my love?” Nikolai’s cheeky trademark smirk flourishes along his face, a reminder of the boy he was, hidden under the man he’d become.

Your hands trace his lip with ease, the smile lingering on your lips blooming. “Even if there is a blemish, I’d adore you all the same, dear Nik.”

His smile deepens, “Well, then,” he leans over you, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips while pulling you under him, his gaze transfixed, admiring your form.

You squirm against him to no avail, his gaze not lingering from your lips, hands gripping you firmly, the sheet falling further down his torso. You whisper to yourself, an odd assortment of words you can’t recall, too enraptured by the sight before you. Your hands trace the outline of his chest, and you wrap your arms around him bringing him closer before peppering him with kisses, dragging your tongue over them.

He groans in kind, determined not to fall, but he does. How can he not? He’s utterly yours. When your lips are determined to consume him whole, alternating between marking and kissing him, you smile, leaving a few marks over the faint trace of the bite marks you’d left the prior night.

“See something you like, love?” Nikolai smirks, boyish glee lighting his eyes.

“Yes, in fact, I do. You’re absolutely wonderful and I cannot get enough of you.” You nuzzle his neck as one of his hands cups the nape of your neck, pulling you close as he adjusts himself on top of you after pulling you in for a proper kiss.

A kiss that melts your soul, warm like sunlight and honey, of the many days you wish to wake up to until your dying day. It pulls you in and you press yourself against him more, the feeling of his skin against yours the perfect sort of heat and warmth.

You gently tug his hair, a soft gasp leaving his parted lips while he strokes your hair, leaning down to kiss you once more. Your hands reach around his neck while he pulls you close, his lips brushing your neck, pulling you on top of him, your laugh filling the empty space, music to his ears, the warm Ravkan sun shining further in through the windows, perfectly highlighting your features and your eyes.

You squeeze your legs as you straddle him, steadying yourself before you gently tug his hair, a gasp parting from his lips, his blonde curls shimmering. You take a moment to enjoy the sight while you pepper kisses along his neck, biting and sucking in kind, his hands falling to your waist, squeezing tighter in response.

He huffs in amusement, his hands squeezing your waist tighter before rolling himself on top of you once more littering your face and neck with kisses.

“Nik!” You squealing, helplessly flailing beneath him. “That wasn’t fair!”

“I don’t recall us playing fair this lovely morning,” he quirks a brow, giving back to kiss your lips, capturing you in his warmth and light. It brings thoughts of waking up like this in the future when Ravka is finally safe, the scent of waffles wafting through the walls, followed by the sweet smell of syrup that Nina adores.

Moments like this you cherish for eternity and a lifetime, despite the war-torn nation bequeathed to a young king. You would rebuild. Together.

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#nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #the grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #nikolai x reader #nikolai fanfiction #paddy gibson #my writing #my alleyway

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ninjasmudge · 1 year

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its his first day

#sequal to that one where mk finds maq outside in an alleyway.#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk pigsy #lmk #mk art #red son #lmk red son #my art #CUSTOMER SERVICE WILL MAKE HIM MORE EVIL NOOOO

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blondeaxolotl · 7 months

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Double posting, I had to draw this image as Cat Grell after @pop-roxs dmed me it I could not stop laughing after I saw it

Here's the original image btw

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domwitch · 5 months

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I want to rescue a stray catboy and rehabilitate him. He hisses and swipes at me when I try to gently wash the dirt from his scraggly, matted body but eventually lets me rinse the suds out when he finds that the warm water feels quite good actually. The next day, I have him sit on my lap while I feed him with my fingers. He makes a mess, but dutifully sucks my fingers clean like a good kitty. What a good boy! I scritch behind his ears and lets out a sigh, stretching his arms and legs and flexing his cute lil paws. He's adjusting so well to indoor life ❤️❤️❤️

#my post #i could never rehabilitate catboys bc theyd all be foster failures 😔#does this post make sense #i want to take care of him like hes a lil soggy wet kitty abandoned in a cardboard box in a gross alleyway

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elizakai · 7 months

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*you stumble across an alleyway…

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