#daddy sherlock

[cumbercougars]

Molly, Sherlock and all the babies!!

What I thought about to get my blood pressure down at my appointment today.

[nike-apteros]

Orderly queue ladies, orderly queue 🍑🍑😛😛😳

[littlefreya]

Can I straddle Henry Holmes’ wide hips under that tree and just have him take me right there in the open in the middle of a field...? Please. I’ll do anything -🐺

My hand slipped, and that’s not even the Sherlock that’s waiting for you today but I am a kind demon.

Warnings: Smut, exhibition and such! Cockwarming, Henry’s tree trunks.

At the park.

Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air was fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast. It toyed with your senses, making you feel suddenly flushed as you sat right next to him.

Sucking in the air, you absentmindedly played with your locks. Crickets and forest critters chanted around with the bliss of noon while the essence of Sherlock threatened to claim you, reducing you to a wicked, wanting thing.

"You're nervous..." his baritone nearly took you by surprise, making you jump in your seat.

"Why don't you come here and sit on top of me?"

Your heart dropped to your gut. Sherlock was ever so stoic, whenever he pulled something as audacious as this it made your skin jitter.

"We're outside".

He gazed at you as you made an excuse, giving you an unyielding smirk and darted his tongue between his teeth. Moving like a big cat, Sherlock inched his lips to your ear and groaned, "sit on top of me and slip your undergarments aside, I want to feel your warm cunt around me."

As you shivered, his hand gripped your waist and hauled you to him. You stuttered, looking around with fright as Sherlock made you straddle his solid thighs.

"There's my good girl," he hummed, fumbling with his belt. The sharp sound of fabric tearing followed, and you made to cover your mouth with shame to muffle a gasp.

"Be quiet" he warned and grinned at you, pressing his lips as he lined his hard, hefty cock at your dripping entrance "don't want someone to hear what a dirty harlot you are, do you now?"

With one agonisingly slow stroke, he filled you completely, his meaty girth, pulsating hot into your squeezing cunt. A moan escaped you, involuntarily. Sherlock was too big, forcing you to take him all at once and then remaining still while your organs throbbed together angrily.

Giving a mischievous smirk, he picked the book up and began and read out loud, bottoming out inside you the entire while. One hand ran down your back, and every few second you felt the spasm of his shaft between your desperate walls.

"Now I want you to remain still," he whispered "and don't move. Like I said, I just want to feel you".

A sweet young couple and an old lady with a Schnauzer passed the pebbled path that was laid in front of you, giving the two of you glares. This lewd behaviour was enough to make them curl their nose with disapproval. If only they knew how deep he was inside you. 

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More is coming 😈😈😈

[nia-s-not-so-secret-diary]

[white-wolf-of-rivia]

Those thighs 🔥 that smile 🔥 that hair 🔥

Feel free to add on if you need to

[hofohc]

More Sherlock? Yes, please!!! 🥵

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

Sherlock Fics

“For A Detective You Can Be Pretty Thick" Sherlock (in his own way) tries to help you during your time of the month.

"It’s My Fault" Being the little sister of Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes can be a bit nerve racking.

“The Little Detective” a fanfic written with @bennyspengwing  (audioxphile) Sherlock’s little girl follows him around and learns all her fathers ways. Chapter 2 Chapter 3

“A New Family” A Enola Holmes style fic that was awfully written. Link will take you to post with AO3 link.

[roseofithaca]

ridiculous standards

Rosie’s first date: I really care about your daughter, Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock: Oh really. Well if I shot you in the chest, do you think you would care about her enough to come back from the dead?

Rosie’s first date: I...uhm...w-what?!

Sherlock: Hmm, don’t seem so keen now, do you? Boring. OUT!

John: Damnit, Sherlock, let them go to the bloody cinema!