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3. kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips
Hello my dear @lady-harvey you sent this months ago but I hope you enjoy what I came up with. I don't even remember where this prompt list resides anymore haha. Anyways I hope you enjoy the soft boy and hi everyone, I live!
Berry Kisses
Summary: Sherlock's kisses are one thing you cannot live without anymore. He can't resist you anymore than when he's on the trail of a killer. You live for the quiet moments where you can be at peace with each other, if even for a short while.
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethoundâ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
You live for these moments when Sherlock allows himself to rest, a short reprieve from the demands of his day. He wonât admit it outside the doors of 221B, but when you crawl up on the bed to straddle him, he canât look away. This is one of the best parts of his day, these quiet moments with you.
You offer a small smile in return, watching him, as his gaze meets yours his hands resting along your back, stroking and rubbing circles as you inhale deep, burying your face in his neck. It doesnât take long before he groans while you not so subtly suck marks along his neck.Â
âYouâre not going to get away with that so easily," he huffs, rolling on top of you, his lips a fraction from yours, teasing you so close but he feels miles away in the moment and all you want to do is run to him and drown in his kisses.
He pins you deeper into the mattress, piercing gaze roaming along your body, causing you to shiver. It always did in his presence, your body responsive in every way, each touch and caress of his awakening the sleeping siren within.Â
His lips still linger over yours, heat cascading along his body, setting fire to yours as if you are kindling ready to burst into flame.Â
âAre you going to kiss me or not?â you let out the barest whisper, tongue teasing along your lips.Â
âIf thatâs what you wish, yesâÂ
âReally I thought itâd take more convincing than that, my love.â
âKiss me then,â he quips, itâs almost a challenge but a deeper request, He wants more oh how he aches for more of you. Youâre already driving him mad being here with him this way and he wants to devour you until dawn breaks, but he lets you take your time. How willing you are to take your time, breaking him down bit by bit, his fingers digging into your shoulders with every desperate kiss, sigh, and plea you draw from his lips.
Itâs an addiction youâll never recover from but will gladly drown in tenfold if you can see this vision each and every day, of him bathed in the light soon succumbing to the shadows.Â
Your arms immediately wrap around him once more, straddling his waist and peppering his face with more kisses. He savors it, letting you do as you wish despite the protests of his mind. He wants you, yearns for you terribly but he wants, oh how he wants more.Â
He finds himself fixated on your nose, and so he caresses your jaw, cupping his face in your hand to stop you from your conquest on his neck. He barely pecks your nose, grinning at the amused laugh that follows, but his lips remain along your body trailing from your cheek, fluttering along to the corner of your lips before finally kissing you properly. You groan at the contact, somehow pulling him impossibly closer, falling into his adoration and warmth.Â
âI need you,â you sigh softly, your heart aching. Youâd feel so empty without him, but his lips are your salvation dragging you into the light, saving you from drowning in the depths of your mind.Â
He obliges, turning to press you into the mattress, pulling you under him not intent on letting go. âSo good for me,â he murmurs, words muffled by the sounds falling from you, your mind comprehending nothing but him and the love he bestowed upon you.Â
âYou taste,â he kisses your lips engulfing you before brushing against them again, âyou taste like strawberries.âÂ
âI see youâre catching on, how observant of you, my love.âÂ
His lips press against your neck, savoring the smell of you and strawberries intermingled-, and a few moments pass, his lips find yours once more, fingers carding roughly through your hair, and you groan. You want, how you want more and you let him take as much as you give, his hands falling to your waist gripping tight, worshiping you in nothing but adoration.Â
You make a reality what you imagine in your dreams. You find yourself falling into him consumed by him, wanting and feeling nothing but his skin against yours, relishing the sounds falling from his lips, the weight of him on top of you filling your every need. When his hand strokes your sides a shiver follows in its wake, his hand caressing the apex of your thigh, his sapphire gaze staring into your eyes, shimmering.Â
âMay I?â his gaze doesnât part from yours not when you whisper a yes against his lips, a long, elegant finger stroking you and the fire consuming you from the inside out. Itâs wonderful and all-consuming like him and when he adds another, working you slow, always eager and desperate to memorize this, memorize you for he knows your body, some of the darkest parts of your souls as well and you gladly fall bringing your lips to his in a searing kiss the feeling of him and his adoration pulling the last bits of pleasure from you. There you remain, basking in the bliss, his chest rising and falling curls brushing along his brow encompassed by you in your own universe.
imagine having a laughing fit with đ Sherlock, something unusual and so sweet.
Yess omg this would be so sweet like you make a joke trying not to think about all this work you have to do so he starts nuzzling you and it tickles then your hands find his ribs and he starts giggling. Minutes later you're in a full blown tickle fight and he's looking at you with such love and adoration and you pull him in for a gentle kiss.
A/N: Finally, after having not posted for such a long time... I can post a fic I had as a WIP since last year... I hope I get to write more again, but I can't promise anything. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.
Words: 1k
Warnings: Nothing, just some drunk sherlock?
After you received a message from Sherlock, that you should come as soon as possible to Baker street, minus the spelling errors; which you dismissed he messaged while being in trouble⊠You dropped anything you where doing and hurried outside to hail a cab; to take you to 221B.
The moment the cab halt, you paid the driver and rushed up the stairs to find Sherlock with John sitting towards each other with notes attached on their foreheads and from the liquor in their hand; you could probably tell, that they had too much for this evening, with how wasted they areâŠ
As you gasped for air, you let yourself drop on the doorframe, drawing the attention from the two men. You noticed a smile spreading on Sherlock lips the second his eyes where on you, but it wasnât a fake one; it radiates warmth like he was pleased to see you came, which was unlike for Sherlock to do. Not that he canât do it, but when he does; itâs either false ones that you can tell apart from the real, since the real ones are rare and shows how comfortable he is with someone, that he shows it; unlike the fake ones, where he drops his smile immediately the moment the person turns they face away from him; which you noticed a few timesâŠ
A giggle from John broke the awkward silence in this room. You turned your gaze to the doctor and raised an eyebrow at him.
âI kneeeeeeeew it!â he exclaimed, pointing to Sherlock, then he took a sip from his drink.
Sherlock, of courseâŠHe protested that the client shouldnât leave even after the client had already left. After all, who knows? It couldâve been a missed opportunity for a case that could have gotten his interest; but you simply pushed him back in his armchair when he tried to stand up.
âYou can work tomorrowâŠNow you better rest, so youâll be sober for the next dayâŠâ
He stared with a sharp glare, like he wanted to prove with some deductions heâs capable of working, but he faltered instantly; which you took as a sign that he gave in. When you turned to help John downstairs; where Mary would pick him up; still you felt his eyes bore onto you.
As Mary left with John; she gave you an apologetic glance before they got into a cab; leaving you to deal with a drunken Sherlock.
When you stepped through the door, Sherlock sat still in his armchair, his posture relaxed; his eyes on something. You never saw him resting like that, but it most likely came from the alcoholâŠ
His eyes wandered to you, noticing you were present again. There was this againâŠ
This warm smile.
âWellâŠletâs get you sobered upâŠâ you mumbled, leaning your hand on his shoulder to animate him to standing up, which he didnât and instead, he took your hand in his own; staring at it like it was a piece of art.
âYou have such soft hands...â,he murmured, keeping his eyes on your hand; rubbing his thumb along your palm.
You gently withdrawn your hand feeling the a heat rise on your cheeks; before you could say something again that he needs to rest, he slowly stood up wobbly on his own; leaning his hand your shoulder for support.
With you by his side, you brought him to his bedroom and only helped to remove his shoes and his suit jacket. It didnât need to get more awkward than it already was for you.
Just as you turned the night light off and wanting to head to the living room; you felt your hand taken again and a warm feeling on it. You peeked over your shoulder; seeing Sherlock lean his cheek on it, with his eyes closed.
You tried to withdraw your hand, but at the same time, you didnât mind it much. So, you stayed for a while and heard Sherlock snoring softly.
**********
The next morning you were preparing some tea and some water with some painkillers. You assumed he'll have a headache after yesterdayâŠ
Just as you wanted to get your stuff from the couch and leave for your own flat; you heard a door open followed with some footsteps.
âMorning.â You greeted him with a smile, which disappeared the moment you thought about yesterday again... It made you wonder if he remembered his drunken behavior or if he âdeletedâ it from his âhard driveâ.
Sherlock acknowledged you with a slight nod and went for the water and painkillers.
You watched him silently drink the water but felt uncomfortable for you staring at him. So you thought it was better to go. As you took a single step; Sherlock called your name, drawing your attention back to him.
âAbout yesterday-â
You interrupted him, holding your hands up in defense; âNo! Itâs alrightâŠI know you didnât mean thatâŠâ
Sherlock stared at you, and you could tell he thought for his next words, as he slowly opened his mouth to only closed it again.
âI..I really like you, and I mean... Itâ
You raised your eyebrows in confusion from this explanation about yesterday until he added.
â I meanâŠI like you more than a friendâŠâ
You froze on the spot at his confession as weird as the situation was you wanted to show him you felt the same, so you got out of your stupor and hugged him. It definitely caught him by surprise.
âDo youâŠfeel the same?â he asked cautiously.
You only nodded and said while chuckling; âYes.â
Sherlock hummed in thought. âI might have to thank John for thisâŠit was his idea to text youâŠâ
You thought again before you slowly connected the dots about yesterday. Like when John said he knew itâŠDid he see that you liked Sherlock or Sherlock, you or even both? You shook the thoughts away since they didnât matter anymore. The only thing what matteredâŠ
A/N: Finally, after having not posted for such a long time... I can post a fic I had as a WIP since last year... I hope I get to write more again, but I can't promise anything. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.
Words: 1k
Warnings: Nothing, just some drunk sherlock?
After you received a message from Sherlock, that you should come as soon as possible to Baker street, minus the spelling errors; which you dismissed he messaged while being in trouble⊠You dropped anything you where doing and hurried outside to hail a cab; to take you to 221B.
The moment the cab halt, you paid the driver and rushed up the stairs to find Sherlock with John sitting towards each other with notes attached on their foreheads and from the liquor in their hand; you could probably tell, that they had too much for this evening, with how wasted they areâŠ
As you gasped for air, you let yourself drop on the doorframe, drawing the attention from the two men. You noticed a smile spreading on Sherlock lips the second his eyes where on you, but it wasnât a fake one; it radiates warmth like he was pleased to see you came, which was unlike for Sherlock to do. Not that he canât do it, but when he does; itâs either false ones that you can tell apart from the real, since the real ones are rare and shows how comfortable he is with someone, that he shows it; unlike the fake ones, where he drops his smile immediately the moment the person turns they face away from him; which you noticed a few timesâŠ
A giggle from John broke the awkward silence in this room. You turned your gaze to the doctor and raised an eyebrow at him.
âI kneeeeeeeew it!â he exclaimed, pointing to Sherlock, then he took a sip from his drink.
Sherlock, of courseâŠHe protested that the client shouldnât leave even after the client had already left. After all, who knows? It couldâve been a missed opportunity for a case that could have gotten his interest; but you simply pushed him back in his armchair when he tried to stand up.
âYou can work tomorrowâŠNow you better rest, so youâll be sober for the next dayâŠâ
He stared with a sharp glare, like he wanted to prove with some deductions heâs capable of working, but he faltered instantly; which you took as a sign that he gave in. When you turned to help John downstairs; where Mary would pick him up; still you felt his eyes bore onto you.
As Mary left with John; she gave you an apologetic glance before they got into a cab; leaving you to deal with a drunken Sherlock.
When you stepped through the door, Sherlock sat still in his armchair, his posture relaxed; his eyes on something. You never saw him resting like that, but it most likely came from the alcoholâŠ
His eyes wandered to you, noticing you were present again. There was this againâŠ
This warm smile.
âWellâŠletâs get you sobered upâŠâ you mumbled, leaning your hand on his shoulder to animate him to standing up, which he didnât and instead, he took your hand in his own; staring at it like it was a piece of art.
âYou have such soft hands...â,he murmured, keeping his eyes on your hand; rubbing his thumb along your palm.
You gently withdrawn your hand feeling the a heat rise on your cheeks; before you could say something again that he needs to rest, he slowly stood up wobbly on his own; leaning his hand your shoulder for support.
With you by his side, you brought him to his bedroom and only helped to remove his shoes and his suit jacket. It didnât need to get more awkward than it already was for you.
Just as you turned the night light off and wanting to head to the living room; you felt your hand taken again and a warm feeling on it. You peeked over your shoulder; seeing Sherlock lean his cheek on it, with his eyes closed.
You tried to withdraw your hand, but at the same time, you didnât mind it much. So, you stayed for a while and heard Sherlock snoring softly.
**********
The next morning you were preparing some tea and some water with some painkillers. You assumed he'll have a headache after yesterdayâŠ
Just as you wanted to get your stuff from the couch and leave for your own flat; you heard a door open followed with some footsteps.
âMorning.â You greeted him with a smile, which disappeared the moment you thought about yesterday again... It made you wonder if he remembered his drunken behavior or if he âdeletedâ it from his âhard driveâ.
Sherlock acknowledged you with a slight nod and went for the water and painkillers.
You watched him silently drink the water but felt uncomfortable for you staring at him. So you thought it was better to go. As you took a single step; Sherlock called your name, drawing your attention back to him.
âAbout yesterday-â
You interrupted him, holding your hands up in defense; âNo! Itâs alrightâŠI know you didnât mean thatâŠâ
Sherlock stared at you, and you could tell he thought for his next words, as he slowly opened his mouth to only closed it again.
âI..I really like you, and I mean... Itâ
You raised your eyebrows in confusion from this explanation about yesterday until he added.
â I meanâŠI like you more than a friendâŠâ
You froze on the spot at his confession as weird as the situation was you wanted to show him you felt the same, so you got out of your stupor and hugged him. It definitely caught him by surprise.
âDo youâŠfeel the same?â he asked cautiously.
You only nodded and said while chuckling; âYes.â
Sherlock hummed in thought. âI might have to thank John for thisâŠit was his idea to text youâŠâ
You thought again before you slowly connected the dots about yesterday. Like when John said he knew itâŠDid he see that you liked Sherlock or Sherlock, you or even both? You shook the thoughts away since they didnât matter anymore. The only thing what matteredâŠ
So many people requested a 2nd part to âDeduce Meâ, so here it is! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst (no fluffs given here), Itâs short. Reader is broken.Â
Pairings/Characters: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader, Mycroft Holmes
âAnd why should I do this for you, Sherlock?â Mycroftâs question grated on Sherlockâs nerves. âMycroft, I do not ask you for anything. I donât need favors from you in normal circumstances, but I need this.â Mycroft cocked his head to the side for a moment as he thought. When John had called him and told him what Sherlock had done, Mycroft was determined to stay out of it. But now Sherlock was here, asking for his help. And Mycroft liked you. You were good for Sherlock.
i think about that one episode where sherlock and mycroft are playing board games all the time and i just think it would be so silly if sherlock found a girlfriend who managed to blow him away in every, single. one.
operation, sorry, trouble, chess, checkers, scrabble, battleship, jenga, clue (as once mentioned by john in a separate episode), life... you name it, they've played it and he's lost.
Alright this is equally sweet and hilarious. Buckle up because I hadn't planned to blurb or spitball so much of this idea, but I like it a whole lot.
Board Game Nights
Sherlock would be frustrated, practically squatting in his beloved chair and ruffling his curls in frustration muttering "how???" utterly baffled you can compete with him and his wit. I wonder though in this scenario the possibility of you (the girlfriend) being a professional tabletop gamer, so you spend your time studying strategy and pick up on his quirks, likes and dislikes outside of the weekly or daily gaming nights he insists you do for at least an hour or two. Every time he is baffled with the outcome - you do let him win once or twice, but alas you're competitive nature doesn't allow you to be so forgiving.
Now, if we get Mycroft involved it would definitely be a mixture of small teasing from you but sometimes you do have to shut Mycroft out and lock the door if he's not cooperating (spoiler he lasted for only 3 of the 5 games you played- he enjoyed Sherlock losing too much. However, he likes/admires how clever you are and stimulate Sherlock's quick fast charged mind to keep him occupied and off drugs).
In addition, with this competitive streak between you and Sherlock, I would also think it can extend to the bedroom, where he most definitely outwits you at seduction, but oh, it's definitely over the second you gently tug on his curls and whisper filth in his ear making him utterly weak and hunger for your kisses, your touch, and to his chagrin and better judgement, he admires how you're willing to take charge and let him know exactly what you want and how. He absolutely will test your limits, but also putting him in his place is a feat of its own and when he whimpers and begs, you can't help but drawn him in for more drowning in him and everything he gives.
******
This was so much fun to do @withalittlehoney Thank you for sparking the creative juices; they got flowing with this idea and went zoommmm! I'm uncertain if I'll make a full fic of it one day but the temptation to do so is there (:
Warnings: mutual pining, idiots to friends to lovers, confessions, slight angst, fluff, nervous sherlock
Summary: When Sherlock becomes your Chemistry tutor, you form an unlikely friendship, and an undeniable bond unfolds. Do either of you confess your feelings or continue living in denial? Waiting until the week before finals sounds like the perfect time to muse over these feelings, right?Â
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethoundâ (Do NOTclaim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 3.1k+Â
A/N: I had a wonderful time writing this story and it was a joy to weave together. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Sherlock is only one year above you in University so thereâs only a year or two age gap between you. Any chemistry inaccuracies are my fault, I havenât been privy to a course in a long while. Graphic by @firefly-graphicsâ. As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.Â
Dull, utterly dull, his mind mutters. At least grasping the concept of Chemistry landed him inconveniently in a tutoring position his professor highly recommended him for and after much beratement, he accepted, not that he was going to enjoy it in the slightest.Â
Summary: How many chances is enough? For you, youâve reached your breaking point and break the news to Sherlock after feeling neglected in an on again off again relationship with him, if thatâs even what you can call it.Â
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethoundâ (Do NOTÂ claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: Well, I hope youâre buckled up and ready for an angst adventure. I sort of imagined this having potential as an older teen (18/19) Sherlock and reader or them possibly both in their early twenties (21/22) so take that as you will. Thank you for the request @zombiesnips-blogâ I hope you and everyone else enjoys! As always comments and reblogs are most appreciated! This wasnât beta read so I apologize in advance for any errors. Graphic is by @firefly-graphicsâ
The phone in your hands shook, you inhaled deeply, annoyed at the person on the end of the phone who undoubtedly forgot to pick you up from the library where you studied for hours upon end, where you were supposed to study with him. You didnât want to be disappointed but it crept inside you still, lying upon you like a fever, your heart pulsing in kind. How many times were you supposed to forgive him? All the excuses you tried to conjure up did nothing, and you fall further into your well, filled by too many tears you shed.Â
Just me thinking of touching sherlocks curls, they look so soft.... Sorry, I'm so desperate and wouldn't mind some cuddles and just play with his hair... đȘ
This is so adorable. I hope you enjoy the short little something my mind finally ended up conjuring. I hope you can find some comfort in this as I've had and I hope you enjoy (: As always comments and reblogs are most appreciated!
Hold Me Close
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to any other sites. I only publish here and on A03)
Why do you expect so much from me?Â
You groan, trying to resist the urge to bang your head against the wall for what felt the thousandth time today. Your brain remained relentless pulling you down into its currents of torments but somehow you still prevailed despite it all. Your fingers continued tapping along your keyboard, eyes making no sense of the words that continue bluring along the screen.
It hurts, the longer your brain thinks, but you try, how you try to stop the doubt crawling in inch by inch. You let out a sigh, wanting to scream, give up, but that's not an option, it can't be you've come to far to crash and burn it all like this. So you groan, pushing yourself back from the desk, pacing back and forth.Â
Sherlock comes in, noticing you going back and forth, bottled up fury, oozing from you like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The twisting of your face, fingers digging into your hair, made something inside him twinge, his eyes softening, but he didn't know how you'd react. It was after all, a test of some sort, but he knew he didn't want to get burned, least of all by you.
âWhat is it, what do you want?â You canât help the bite of your words the stinging sensation burning behind your eyes. Couldnât you do anything right? Let alone not snap at the one person who made your life not a living hell? Â
He doesnât say a word, pulling you in his arms, extinguishing your flame, coolness evaporating around you, making the world feel okay it all seemed lessâŠ.scary and cruel, you could think clearer unworried about the future in that moment.Â
Only for a moment.Â
It canât last forever now canât it? Your cruel mind taunts, daring to pull you further down, burying it claws inside you, bringing you six feet under and back again.Â
Hands reach up into your hair, stroking it softly, as he urges you away from your office and up to your shared room. Wordlessly, he lays you down under the covers, carefully easing himself on top of you, head resting against yout chest murmuring encouragement, whispering sweet nothings you so craved deep down but never spoke of. Â
You need him, just him. Soon enough, you find your mind wandering, filled with thoughts of him as you siently begin playing with his curls, tugging them gently, a much needed distraction along with his steady breathing.Â
Your fingers in his curls has him melting and calms your mind. You're here. You're safe, the thoughts of failure, failure, failure, slowing down in your mind the more you begin to stay present, taking in your surroundings desperately trying to ground yourself to this. To enjoy the the temporary subsiding of your raging brain.Â
Oh how you wish you could throw it out make it new again and renew it all. Day by day is all it takes. But for now, you take it in kind, one kiss along your jawline, as he presses into you more. Soft whimpers fall from his lips, your thumb tracing along his jawline, hand caressing his face as he falls into you, nuzzling your neck, placing silent reverent kisses along it and you lean into him.Â
âSherlockâŠâ his name is like a prayer upon your lips and he continues in kind, soft feather light giving way to a deeper hunger. When his lips hover along your own, you sigh, tugging his curls gently wrapping your arms around his neck falling harder, further, into them, wanting needing more of this, more of him.Â
He kisses you deeper, full of desperation, silent whimper falling from him, admiring you, he canât get enough. âPerfect, thatâs rightâŠâ the kisses of his own fall back along your neck, enjoying your ministrations, pressing them along your collarbone, murmuring softer to himself.Â
You canât fathom why your mind could think of anything beyond this, but it filled you with something more of joy rather than the dread following you for weeks. All you could ever ask for is for more nights like this, Sherlock in your arms for nothing felt more right than this moment.
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