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contact-guy · 3 days
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Doodles for THE BERYL CORONET, in which Holmes makes the worst sandwich ever and gets to wear a little outfit
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confirmed bachelors
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holylulusworld · 3 days
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Mr. Holmes' maid (1)
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Summary: You're his maid.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Maid!Reader
Warnings: angst, power imbalance, dub-con (just in case) cuddling/sharing a bed, master-servant relationship
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A storm is brewing outside your window. Mirroring the chaos inside of you. You clutch the thin blanket you wrapped around your body tighter to shake off the cold that seems to be your only companion tonight.
How did you end up fearing that you would end up on the streets for the storm to take you away?
How could you let this happen?
How could one night be the beginning of the end?
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The night started like any other night. You finished cleaning up the mess your master left behind before he disappeared for most of the night, or until morning.
The lights were all out, and you tried to find sleep in your small chamber. You were grateful that Master Holmes offered you a warm place to stay. Most maids must pay half of their wage or more for a cold and pest-infested room. You had it so much better.
“Hmm…that’s not my room,” you heard a commotion in front of your chamber. Master Holmes murmured something you couldn’t hear before he opened the door to your chamber.
Your heart was beating out of your chest. Did you do something wrong? Did you forget to clean a room, or break something?
“Why is my room so small?” He huffed and stumbled inside the chamber, kicking the door shut with his boot.
You held your breath hearing his shoes and clothes drop to the ground. This couldn’t be real. He wouldn’t enter your room without knocking.
It was unusual enough for you to live alone with your master. People would talk if they found out he entered your room in the dead of the night.
“Bed,” he grunted before you felt the bed dip. You inhaled sharply feeling his warm body press against yours. He sniffed at your hair and murmured your name. “Warm and sweet.”
“Master Holmes?” You could smell the alcohol in his breath and feared he was out of his mind. “This is not your bedroom. Shall I lend you a hand?”
“Another time,” he purred and nuzzled his face in your shoulder. “I didn’t want to sleep alone.”
Your eyes widened at his admission. He didn’t end up in your chamber by mistake. Your master was seeking your closeness.
“I tried to stay away for so long,” Sherlock brushed his nose over your cheek. “You’re too sweet to be ignored. I want to hold you.”
You stiffened when he carefully wrapped himself around your body.
“Goodnight, Master Holmes.”
“Hmm…it’s gonna be a good night now,” Sherlock sighed deeply. “That’s nice, isn’t it?”
The answer got stuck in your throat. It felt nice, indeed. But it was wrong, so wrong. If anyone found out that you forgot your place and allowed yourself to enjoy his warmth, you’d end up on the street.
“Can I kiss your cheek?” He murmured. “Is it too much to ask for, Y/N?”
Your name on his tongue was too much. You whimpered his name, forgetting about your place. “Yes…Master Holmes.”
“Good,” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and whispered your name. He wrapped his arms tighter around your body and closed his eyes. Sherlock fell asleep only a few moments later.
You on the other side of the bed couldn’t fall asleep all night. Fear, along with a new feeling in your lower half kept you awake.
You wanted Sherlock to be this close forever, but at the same time, you feared he’d punish you for giving in to his demands so easily.
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The next morning, everything was the same as before.
You made breakfast for your master, cleaned after him, and tried to focus on your chores - not how his body felt against yours.
Sherlock acted like he didn’t seek your closeness the night before. He barely looked at you, busy getting out of the house for his latest case.
“I’ll be running late tonight, maid,” he said and looked at you. “I expect the house to be clean, and a warm blanket at your chamber. It was colder than expected in your room. Make sure to have it warm when I come home.”
Sherlock left without another word. Leaving you alone with many questions and even more intrusive thoughts. Was this all a game to him? Maybe it was a test you didn’t pass last night.
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Night came and you sat on your bed, wringing your hands.
You couldn’t deny your master to sleep in your room. He didn’t hurt you or inappropriately touch you.
So many days and nights you spent dreaming of becoming his bride, but this was impossible.
Sherlock Holmes lived in a different world. Yours revolved around scrubbing the floors while he solved famous cases.
Lost in thoughts you didn't hear the door open. You stared at your hands, unsure what to do now.
“Maid?” Sherlock entered your room just like the night before. He watched you sit on your bed. “It’s past bedtime.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” you murmured and lay down on your bed. He hummed and stepped closer to watch you hide from him under the blanket.
He glanced at the warm blanket you placed on the side of your bed he claimed last night, frowning deeply. “I told you to get a warmer blanket.”
“I got it for you, Sir,” you hastily replied.
“I wanted you to fetch one for us,“ he said and unfolded the blanket to cover your body with the warm and soft fabric. “I want us to be warm.”
Your heart did somersaults at his words. Us. He said us.
“Much better,” he muttered while crawling under the covers. Again, he wrapped his larger frame around your body to hold you in his arms. “Pleasant, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Sir,” you stammered while your heart hammered in your chest. He kissed your neck and hummed against your skin.
“Did you ever spend the night with a man, Y/N?”
You shook your head, afraid to speak. The only precious thing you called your own was your innocence.
“You won’t spend the night with some other man,” Sherlock’s voice was lower when he said the next words. “You’re Sherlock Holmes’ maid, and no one can have you.”
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Days passed. Weeks passed. Even months.
Sherlock came to you every night to sleep in your room. He never explained why or did more than hold you in his arms.
Maybe he was lonely and missed the human touch. Maybe there was a part of him that was obsessed with you.
You didn’t know. And you didn’t dare to ask.
He was still the master, and you the servant.
Your world was strict, and servants were expected to be subservient and deferential to their masters at all times.
There wasn’t much you could do. – Not even tell him that you enjoy his closeness and how he smells.
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sherlockcorner · 22 hours
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Sherlock x Good Omens [ similar shots ]
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werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcat · 18 hours
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the adventure of charles augustus milverton
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watsonsdetective · 1 day
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He's so dramatic I love him
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wohnjatson · 2 days
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The granada holmes recipe is 1x layre of clothing for every 10x miles outside of london
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kimgmac63 · 2 days
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A collection of doodles I did today and yesterday - in which Watson continues to witness horrors beyond human comprehension and I can't get Holmes's nose right for the life of me.
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starfruitsomething · 3 days
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I don't care if they never kissed- Johnlock could not be more canon.
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Louis *angry*: why don't you like cats, Sherlock? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little bleep! What's not to love?? Sherlock: I don't know Louis; I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor. Louis:… Sherlock: I'm ALLERGIC.
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power-condition · 9 hours
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holylulusworld · 3 days
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Mr. Holmes' maid masterlist
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Summary: You're his maid.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Maid!Reader
Warnings: angst, power imbalance, dub-con cuddling/sharing a bed (just in case), master-servant relationship, smut, unprotected sex, implied loss of virginity, name-calling, breeding kink, cream pie, possessive Sherlock, unrequited feelings, more to be added
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angryducktimemachine · 17 hours
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"May I have another potato?"
Tfw your roommate comes home too late for dinner and just starts eating your potatoes aka Radio Sherlock Holmes proceeds to understand the assignment.
[ID: a digital drawing of Holmes and Watson. Watson is sitting, eating dinner and Holmes is standing next to him, eating a potato with one hand while reaching for another potato on Watsons plate with his other. Watson looks at him displeased and with a raised eyebrow. /End ID]
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righteousbreakfast · 23 hours
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i love you sherlock & co episode 19&20 the gloria scott
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