#holmes imagines

[mxsinistir]

Dangerous Woman (pt.1)

Pairing: Eurus Holmes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are Jim Moriarty's younger sister, aka the most dangerous women in London, and while on a mission with Sebastian Moran, you're captured by Mycroft and sent to Sherrinford, where you meet the other most dangerous women. This takes place right before The Reichenbach Fall.

Warnings: N/A, maybe language?

This is also on my Quotev w/ the rest of my Eurus one-shots: https://www.quotev.com/story/11117878/Eurus-Holmes-One-Shots/4

       "Sebbyyyyyy," You dragged out your words with a smirk, your arms around the shoulder of the man you were walking with. The sniper rolled his eyes. "I'm bored,"        "We are literally going to kill a Government agent in two minutes," The blond scoffed around the cigarette on cold-chapped his lips. "[y/n], how are you already bored?"

       "Because some MI6 Idiot doesn't interest me," You mused, your voice dipping through a range of strange pitches and octaves. "I have an idea, let's go kill Mycroft Holmes." You clicked your tongue, your lips close to his ears.

       You were odd, to say the least, but just as dangerous as your counterpart. Some days, you were cold and merciless; an ice woman. Times like this, you were childish and irritable. It was a role of the dice, but that wasn't what destroyed those who crossed your path. It was your skill set.

       You had the brains of your dear brother, James Moriarty, as well as his connections. But right now, you were on the way to kill somebody with Sebastian Moran. You didn't need a sniper, nor friends - you were your own asset.

       "We talked about this," Sebastian started. He'd lived with you and Jim ever since the game with Sherlock had started. By now, Sebastian wasn't as easily manipulated. That was good - it was painfully simple when he'd first moved in.

       "Then let's burn him," You sang. Ever since the game had been set afoot, Moriarty was bent on mirroring the Consulting Detective. Himself being Sherlock, obviously, with Sebastian being hired as John. You were (against your will) assigned Mycroft Holmes as your "angelic" counterpart.

       The sibling equal for the other to bounce their plans off of. The fisherman in a sea of goldfish. Seeing straight through the water with the ability to pluck any of them out of the ocean with a flick of a line. Well, that's what Sherlock was supposed to assume.

       Mycroft wasn't really necessary to Sherlock's story, at least not in Jim's eyes. No more so than Molly Hooper or Greg Lestrade. Important and character building, but Jim didn't bother filling his life with mirror images of them. No, you'd only been called back after your brother's little visit to a place called Sherrinford.

       Because you, in your own way, was the secret sister that Sherlock didn't yet realize existed. The clever girl alone on the plane, trying to reach out for an older brother's validation. When you'd first infiltrated the Parliament to work close to the eldest Holmes brother, you'd heard about Sherrinford and Eurus. You'd asked Mycroft, as no one else seemed to know anything more than her name.

       "Run, [Y/N]!" Sebastian's voice slashed through the air, the heavy rooftop wind carrying it through London. Your teeth chattering, your heart pounding. You'd left your sniper and your sniper rifle to be found by Mycroft and his Government. succour that moment, all that mattered to you was making it out alive.

       "That's her," You heard Mycroft's voice sail over the speaker. "Get [Y/n] Moriarty!" And so they did. By the time you'd texted your brother, you were already on your face on the rooftop, being stripped of your belongings - telephone included - and being thrown blindly into the helicopter.

       "Just a simple shot," One of the MI6 men said, putting a needle into the hollow above your collarbone. You weren't sure what it was at first, but you quickly realized that your deductions were becoming fuzzy, and all you remained aware of up until your final consciousness moments was Mycroft Holmes, standing smugly in the corner of the same helicopter, speaking many words - only one that you could fully comprehend.

       Sherrinford.

***

       The floor was cold, the air was cold, you were cold. The white nightdress they'd given you was impractically thin and impossible to warm yourself with. The slippers were plain uncomfortable, but taking them off hadn't helped your temperature by any means.

       "Mycroft," You sang through the glass, drumming your fingertips against the wall madly, "You can't possibly think you'll keep me here for very long, do you?"

       "This isn't just another prison you can walk out of," Mycroft said, sounding awfully proud of himself. "I'm afraid that you'll never see the light of day again, Miss Moriarty." You could only laugh lightly to yourself. Oh, you'd misjudged him; Mycroft really was funny!

       "Yes, I'll send you a postcard from Eastern Europe when I get around to escaping." You mused. Mycroft, despite being obviously unsettled, kept his composure and muttered something to the guards before turning on his heel to leave. "Tell me, Mycroft." You sang, "Does Sherlock know about the dirty little secret you're keeping?"

       Any normal person would turn around, but you should have known that Mycroft wasn't a regular. He'd dealt with taunts before - anyone who worked in Politics would have. So you'd have to try harder, obviously. You sucked in a breath and started to speak in a low whisper that resonates through the cold walls and cold air and turned the ice man's bones crystalline.

       "Oh, I am lost, oh who will find me?" You smirked. He turned, a look of horror struck across his face. "Deep down below that old beach tree. Oh, help succor me-"

       "Stop it!" Mycroft hissed, "Stop it right now!"        

       "Now the east wind blows. Sixteen by six, and under we go." The words fell gracefully off your tongue. Another thing that Eurus had told James when he'd come to Sherrinford in person.

       "You will never meet Eurus Holmes. Never in a million years."        You would have waited that long if you had to.

***

       "Compare us," Eurus whispered to her guard, and like clockwork, he walked out in search of you. You, who Eurus was eager to meet and compare to your elder brother.

       You were brought in wearing a straight jacket, set in the cell across from her, smiling like you had nothing to fear. Because in truth, you didn't. Even if Sebastian was dead or worse, you had others you would run to your beck-and-call. You brother could send them, in fact, he probably had sent out his assassins hours ago to find you.

       "Leave," Eurus said, noticing the barely-noticable look of confusion that struck your face. But your surprise was more obvious when the guards turned on their heel and promptly left you alone.

       Left you alone with the second most dangerous woman in the world.

       "I'm almost disappointed," You clicked your tongue expressively, pulling your arms and joints in all sorts of ways to remove yourself from the straight jacket as you had done a thousand times before. "Your big brother really thought so highly of this place." You pouted.

       "Prisons don't do contain people like us," Eurus said, her voice ethereal upon your ears. "Do they? Not for long and not well."        "Oh, I should hope not," You took a daring them to the glass, stepping a foot past the line, "So why is the genius woman still in her glass bowl made for a goldfish?"

       Eurus smiled, "Put your hand to the glass and find out." You hated orders. Hated them from your brother, from Sebastian. But for Eurus, you would take them with a smile, because the game she was offering to play was simply too fun not to play.

       With a cheeky smile, you stepping right to the glass and outreached your fingers. But instead of glass, you found Eurus' soft, unexposed hands. Your own fingertips must have felt like sandpaper to such uncalloused hands.

       "There's no glass to touch," You said with amazement, "You can walk in and out of here at will and the guards are all too stupidly loyal to stop you."

       "I do better from here," She said, "I can control whoever I want from my little glass cell that Mycroft thinks is so impossible to shatter.

      "Well, then there's no reason for me to stay." You decided, "If I were in the cell across from yours, Jim would really be putting all his eggs in one basket. I, however, prefer to get things done from the outside world." You sang,        

       "[Y/n]!" A voice hissed at the entrance. You turned to see Sebastian walking towards you, disguised as an officer and ready to shoot whoever was in the corridor. He looked stupidly stunned to find that both women were standing casually on either side of the non-existent glass and talking about life.

       "Seb, please don't interrupt me while I'm trying to talk to a clever person." You criticized, and your sniper simply bit his tongue and guarded the door, muttering something into his transceiver about having found you and Eurus.

       "Will you be back?" Eurus asked. You smiled,        

       "Oh, I'm sure." You said, clasping your hands behind your back as you walked towards Sebastian, "Cheerio, Eurus; don't be too bad while I'm gone."

       You weren't quite sure, but as far as you were informed, you were inclined to believe that you'd just found a dangerous new friend.

[imaginarystories]

My greatest weakness

A Sherlock Holmes Imagine…

*Y/N POV*

Your eyes opened slowly when the morning sunlight entered your bedroom. A groan left your mouth, when your hand went to touch the empty space next to you. Great. He surely didn’t come home last night. You thought as your feet met the cold floor. A light feeling of sickness hit you when suddenly you ran to the bathroom in a rush - just like several other mornings lately. Just as you finished throwing up, you thought about the possibility of caring a micro scoping human in your stomach. A thought you quickly wanted to go away. You didn’t have time for a baby, and Sherlock sure wasn’t going to be happy about the responsibility. Actually you thought that Sherlock would be angry or out of his mind, if the two of you were going to be parents. Heck, his cases are his babies. A frown had formed on your face, when you realized that you were still sitting on the floor of the bathroom. You had to know that the chance of caring a baby wasn’t there.

Small quick steps could be heard on the almost empty street. The stores had only just opened, but you couldn’t wait for an answer. You had to know now. When you reached the store, you made sure to get at least 3 pregnancy tests, just to be entirely sure. The cashier had a strange look on her face, when she saw the tests, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You paid and headed home.

Mrs. Hudson was at the door by the time you reached 221B Bakerstreet. “Oh hello dear”, she said in her sweet voice. You loved Mrs. Hudson - always so caring and curious. But you didn’t feel like talking. “Hello Mrs. Hudson - I really don’t have time for a talk right now. I’m sorry”, you said trying not to sound worried or sad though it was hard. Your hand touched the door to your apartment ever slightly, not wanting Sherlock to be home right now. Luckily he was still out, so you quickly ran to the bathroom, took the first test and waited for the result. Positive. Crap. You moved on to the next test and waited. Positive. No, god, no. You took the last one and hoped to the finish that it was negative. It felt like centuries went by as you waited for the final result. Positive… Shit. That was the only thought as you stared at the test result. Just as your thinking about how to say it to Sherlock, your ears caught the sound of the door smacking. It was that way Sherlock would’ve shot door, when something was up. “Y/N! Where are you?” you heard Sherlock shout. You froze. Right there on the bathroom floor. “Y/N? Are you okay? Mrs. Hudson was worried about you”. You could tell he was looking for you. You breathed in and rose to your feet. Your hand dried the one tear that was falling down your cheek, before you unlocked the door and went into the living room. And there he stood. Your lovely boyfriend, who might not be perfect, but he was yours - at least still for some time. “Oh there you are darling. You should’ve been with me to this absolutely wonderful case. It was fantastic. There was this body in the middle of nowhere and…”. You cut him off. “Sherlock…”. He stopped with a questioned look, not used to be cut off by you. “I - I really have to tell you something…”. “It’s obvious that you are nervous, so it must be something significant”, he said with his deductive face expression. A light nod came from your silent frame. You breathed in before the words left your slightly pink lips: “I’m pregnant”. It felt like forever before Sherlock responded with panic in his voice. “And you are sure it belongs to me? Right of course it does… Oh wauw, I feel so strange… I’m not used this… I’ve always been able to keep myself distant. Divorce myself from my feelings. But lately my body has been betraying me, Y/N. First John… Then I met you. I can’t be weak, I can’t feel weak, but my love to you… And now this”. He sat with his head in his hands. You didn’t exactly know what to answer, but you wanted to try anyway. “Sherlock… I’m sorry. I really am. But it is our responsibility now…”, you tried. The room went silent for a couple of minutes. “You know what darling… You are right. If we can make a human being, then we can take care of it together!”, he said as he went for a drink. As he grabbed the glass his hand shook. “Oh look…. I’m afraid”, he held the glass high before taking a sip. You smiled as his insecurity, which is a side you had never seen before. You walked towards him and gave him the biggest hug. “I’m here Sherlock… We are doing this together - and you are going to be the perfect high functioning sociopath father who has ever existed”, you comforted as you felt him calm down in your arms. He pulled away with an insecure smile on his face as he calmly placed his hand on your belly, still shaking a bit though. He smiled and placed his head on your shoulder. “I hope so my love, because I can’t live without you. And I probably can’t live without this little human either”, he whispered in your ear. “I think I have found my greatest weakness”.

A/N: Let me know if any of you have any request:)

[fandom-imagines]

The man behind the mask: Chapter Sixteen

The man behind the mask masterlist

Pairing: Sherlock X Reader

I usually update this on my wattpad a few days before I post it here so if you want to read these chapters early, you can do so here: X

As I leant over the toilet I knew something was wrong immediately.

I was throwing up blood.

The sick didn't smell like your usual sick, it had an awful smell.

It took me a moment before I realised.

The bitch poisoned me!

Immediately I did what I knew I had to do.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"I-I've been poisoned" I whispered, leaning against the wall when a sudden dizzy spell hit me.

"Where are you ma'am?" The operator asked, tapping something on her keyboard.

Quietly, I gave her my address before falling back against the wall, my vision going black.

Beeping was the first thing when I woke up, the bright lights blinding me.

I was in a hospital.

Well at least I'm not dead.

The first thing I noticed was that I was alone.

I should have known I wasn't important enough to my parents.

Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my texts.

The first was from my mom.

'We hope you know you didn't have to poison yourself to get out of this'

'You've worried Irene sick'

The rest from her were just telling me how disappointed she was that I had, yet again, ruined her family gathering.

Sighing to myself, I scrolled further down.

The rest were from John.

'How is it?'

'Y/N?'

'Where are you?'

'Did you murder someone'

'Okay we're seriously worried now'

'Sherlock is close to flying over'

I smiled to myself, glancing up at the door when a doctor walked in, shooting me a small smile.

'I'm fine don't worry about me'

Instantly, I got a response.

'You don't seem fine'

'Where are you?'

I placed my phone on the side, making a mental note to reply to him later.

"Well the good news is that the poison is almost completely out of your system" He smiled, going through his notes on the clipboard.

"The bad news?" I asked, knowing that there was bad news.

"You're going to feel ill for the next few weeks. Light headed, extremely tired. Your body worked extremely hard to reject the toxin so you may feel ill. It's common and totally normal"

"What you mean you get people poisoned a lot?" I joked, earning a chuckle from the man.

"After one final assessment, you can leave" He smiled, looking towards the machines as he ran through the tests.

"You're all good" He smiled, handing me the forms to dishcharge myself.

Thanking the man, I began to slowly walk back to my old house, hoping to get my case.

As soon as I reached my house, I saw everyone happily chatting in the lounge.

I rolled my eyes, as I silently crept into the house, running past them and heading upstairs.

While I was grabbing all my stuff, I heard the door behind me swing open.

"You know you're not welcome here anymore? Your parents are extremely mad that you ruined the gathering"

It was Irene.

"You poisoned me!" I spat, throwing my bag over my shoulder.

"That's not how they see it." She smirked, leaning towards me.

"Stay out of my way, (Full name). Or you'll get a lot worse" She warned.

"What? Worse than you trying to kill me?" I sneered.

She shrugged, before walking out of the room, her short dress rising as she did so.

Sighing, I quickly ran down the stairs and out of the door before hailing a cab to the airport.

After going through security, I finally took a seat and pulled out my phone to reply to John.

'I'm fine, I just got out of hospital, don't worry'

Okay, probably not the best thing to add don't worry too.

'Hospital?! Y/N what the hell happened?"

I smiled at his concern, looking out of the window at the planes as I thought of a response.

'I'll explain later, don't worry 😊'

"Flight A219 now boarding"

Johns POV:

My phone beeped, finally receiving a reply from Y/N.

Sherlock and I had been extremely worried all day.

She usually sent us a message every hour, saying how she wanted to leave so when we didn't get one for a few hours, we were extremely worried.

'I'm fine, I just got out of hospital, don't worry'

"Sherlock!" I called, catching his attention.

"She's just left hospital" I said, watching as he came striding in.

"Hospital?!" He asked, watching as I quickly type out a reply.

"She said she'd explain later" I sighed, looking over at my best friend who had a worried look on his face.

She was the only one who could get him to express emotions like that.

Y/N'S POV:

"Welcome back ma'am" One of the staff members smiled, handing me my tickets and luggage as I headed outside to catch a cab.

I didn't arrive home until around 8am, and I was wide awake.

I had managed to take a nap in the cab home and was feeling extremely awake.

"Hey, guys" I smiled as I walked into Sherlock and John's flat.

"Holy shit, you're okay" John smiled, watching as Sherlock walked up and pulled me into a tight hug.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, keeping a tight grip on my shoulders.

"I probably shouldn't have told you to poison me" I laughed, shrugging when neither of them cracked a smile.

"I got poisoned" I shrugged, like it was no big deal.

The two of them stood staring at me, before I began speaking.

"Well why you two do that, I'm stealing your bed, Sherlock" I smiled, heading to his room to hopefully sleep away to possible sickness.

[fandom-imagines]

The man behind the mask: Chapter Fifteen

The man behind the mask masterlist

Pairing: Sherlock X Reader

I usually update this on my wattpad a few days before I post it here so if you want to read these chapters early, you can do so here: X

As soon as I entered my room, I spotted a sandwich on my bed.

Quickly, I changed into an oversized shirt I had stolen from 221B at some point and jumped onto my bed, sighing in relief when I finally relaxed.

After eating the sandwich my mother had left, I allowed myself to take a quick nap to prepare for all the drama about to happen.

Day one:

"Hey, wake up your Aunt Cassie will be here soon" My mom said, shaking me.

"I'm up, jeez" I sighed, pushing her off me as I stood up, heading towards my bag to grab some clothes and things to get ready for the day.

"Good, she should be here soon. The rest of the family are coming around noon" She smiled, looking over at me as I looked at the clock.

10:34

"Great, can't wait" I said, sarcastically earning a sigh from my mother.

"Can you at least try and get along with Irene. She's a lovely young girl and thinks the world of you" She sighed, heading to my door.

"Of course, she does" I muttered, watching as my mother left my room, an annoyed scowl on her face.

Throwing on a pair of leggings and a red sweater on, matching with my red converse, I headed downstairs, phone in hand as I text John, knowing I wouldn't get a reply from Sherlock as he rarely checked his phone.

'Help'

'What's wrong?'

'Irene is here'

'Good luck'

I sighed to myself as I entered my lounge to see Irene sat on my couch, a sly smirk playing on her red lips. Her dark hair pulled back in a perfect style, different from my messy laid-back hair.

Obviously, the best for the dominatrix.

"Y/N" She greeted casually, looking towards my mother who was in the kitchen.

"Irene" I sighed, taking a seat opposite her, my right light swung over my left as I sat on my phone.

"Ah, Y/n you're here." My mom said, walking into the lounge automatically sensing the tension in the air.

"She's grown up beautiful hasn't she, Mrs Moriarty" Irene smiled, shooting me a wink when she knew my mother wouldn't notice.

Rolling my eyes, I observed the two interact.

"Obviously not as beautiful as you, Irene" My mom smiled.

"You must have men on their knees begging for you, mustn't you?" My mom continued.

"Oh, you have no idea" Irene smirked, looking towards the door as her mother walked in.

I watched the three of them interreact, waiting for my father to walk through the door.

'I've been down for like five minutes and they're comparing us'

'Sherlock says sass them'

'Tell Sherlock I said I'd rather not, I don't fancy dying today'

'He said to tell you if you die, he'll solve it'

I chuckled to myself as I put my phone on the table in front of me.

"Wow, Y/N. You've grown!" My aunt smiled, walking towards me before wrapping me in a hug.

"It's great to see you, Aunt Cassie" I lied, plastering on a fake smile.

"You look great!" She smiled, playing with my hair.

"Obviously not as good as, Irene" I said, not missing the unamused look on my mother's face.

"Non-sense, you're both beautiful." She gushed, finally stopping touching my face.

"Say, could you two do me a favour?" She asked, pulling out her purse as she looked between Irene and me.

Letting out an inaudible sigh, I nodded.

"Sure"

"Could you head to the store for me? I need some cigarettes for Paul" She said, referring to her new husband, Paul.

She was his fourth husband, and her fortieth boyfriend.

"Here you go. Get yourself something for you and Irene" She smiled, her curled blonde locks bouncing on her shoulders, her pink lip gloss shining in the light.

This was her way of trying to get us to bond. Sending us away to do things together.

It never worked.

"Let's go, Y/N! I can't wait to catch up with you" She smiled fakely, glancing over at my mother to see her happy look.

"Great" I muttered, following her out of the door.

Irene and I walked in silence, the only noise being the passing car and the clicking of her heels.

Her white and black dress tightly hugged her curves, making her look like a goddess.

To her, I felt inferior.

She was the dominatrix.

She literally had people begging on their knees.

I was just a detective.

"So, we're still rivals then?" I asked, blankly, mentally cursing myself for forgetting my phone.

"Obviously" She stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I don't even know why we hated each other. It just happened from the moment we met.

Even as kids we constantly argued, over anything. Sometimes it led to physical fights.

Of course, it was always my fault.

The troubled girl whose brother left her.

"I don't know why you're such a bitch. Do you feel like you have something to prove?" I spat, stopping and facing her, a blank look on my face.

She paused for a moment, a look of anger on her face, hatred in her teal eyes.

"You're gonna regret that" She spat, speeding ahead of me, as fast as her heels would allow her.

Rolling my eyes, I slowly trailed behind her.

"Here you go" I said, forcing a smile on my lips as I handed my aunt a packet of cigarettes.

As soon as she took them, I leaped for my phone.

"Mom, I'm gonna go upstairs for a bit. I'm not feeling too well" I lied, watching my mother and she turned towards me, giving me a slight nod.

"Don't forget lunch in at two" She said, before I headed upstairs.

'I don't know if I'm going to make it through this week'

After sending the text, I threw my phone onto my bed, me following shortly after.

'Why not?'

'I'm gonna hit someone or myself I swear'

Sighing to myself, I grabbed a book off the bookcase in my room and began reading.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed.

'Never seen you so frustrated'

'Try being around some beautiful woman who makes it seem like you're the bitch'

'I'd rather not'

I smiled to myself, checking the time.

1:47

Sighing, I slowly sat up, tossing the book onto the floor.

"God help me" I muttered to myself, grabbing my phone before heading downstairs.

"Oh, Y/N good just in time. Irene's just bringing out the food." My mother smiled.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Aunt Cassie, Irene and Paul are staying over" My mother began.

"Aunt Cassie and Paul will be taking the guest room and you and Irene will be sharing your room" She finished.

Are you frigging kidding me?

I gave a quick nod, attempting to come up with a plan.

There's no way I was sharing a room with her.

I'd rather go to hell and be Lucifer's bitch.

"So, Y/N. What do you do now?" My uncle Phil asked, looking over at me as he began eating his turkey.

"I'm a detective" I answered, hoping he'd stop talking to me.

I just wanted to get through this without socialising.

"What's it like then?" He asked, continuing the conversation.

"Interesting" I shrugged, poking at my food, not feeling entirely hungry.

Luckily, my uncle and uncle in law began talking about whatever men talk about and my mom, Irene and Aunt were having a conversation about cooking.

This was my chance.

Slowly, I climbed out of my chair, making sure not to make a noise. Once I was out of the room, I darted upstairs and headed to my room.

As soon as I entered my room, I headed to my window, lifting it open. Carefully, I place my foot up onto the wood below it and hoisted myself up onto the loose bricks and sat on the roof.

Nobody knew I could sit up here, so it would be virtually impossible for someone to find me.

Dangling my feet, I pulled out my phone to facetime John.

It rang for a few moments before he picked up.

"Hey, Y/N!" He smiled, waving at the camera.

Seconds later, Sherlock entered the frame, his hair messy and papers in his hand.

"Hey" I smiled, catching Sherlocks attention.

"Hello" He said, turning his attention back to the paper.

"Case?" I asked John, to which he nodded.

"Damnit, I wanna come back" I chuckled sadly.

"You will be soon." John sighed, looking at the screen.

"Say, where are you? I can see the sky, are you outside?" He asked.

Looking behind me, I looked up at the sky.

It was a cloudless sky, the sun shining brightly.

"Oh yeah, I'm on the roof" I laughed, turning the camera round to show my feet dangling off the edge.

"That's dangerous, you should get down" Sherlock stated, not looking up from his papers, as he moved to the other side of the room, presumably to put them up.

"I've done this before, I'll be fine" I said, moving back so I could lay down on the roof and look up at the sky, placing my phone beside me.

"It's so boring. I'm scared to eat anything that I don't make in case I die" I joked, hearing John laugh.

"You'll be home in less than a week" John said, smiling.

"If I make it" I laughed, staring up at the sky.

"Have you eaten?" John asked, sipping his drink.

"Not since last night" I shrugged, sitting back up to face the camera.

"You should eat something" John said, making me laugh.

"That would require moving and going to buy something. I'd rather not" I giggled, looking at John who had a small smile on his face.

"I still think you should sass them" I heard Sherlock say from off screen.

"Thanks for the advice but, I don't wanna die" I said, repeating my text from earlier today making him chuckle.

"Aren't you meant to be socialising?" John asked, glancing up at Sherlock who was doing god knows what.

"I ran off while they were eating. I doubt they'll notice" I shrugged, thinking for a moment.

"I really need a reason to leave, I can't stand it here" I sighed, laying on my stomach, hoping to get comfortable.

"Don't do anything stupid" Sherlock said, as if he was reading my mind.

"What like put myself in hospital?" I joked, even though that's what I was thinking.

"That is a terrible idea, you'd have to stay longer"

"It'd stop me socialising though"

"You're obsessed with death and injuries lately" John chuckled, remembering my joke about poising me.

"What can I say? They make me feel like it" I laughed, listening to the neighbours' dogs bark at each other.

"I should probably go, try and get through this hell" I smiled.

"I miss you guys"

Pausing for a second after I hung up, I decided to lay down and enjoy the peace.

The cloudless sky was relaxing, birds chirping and the atmosphere relaxing. The warm heat gazing upon me, it was different compared to the rainy streets of London.

"Y/N!" I heard a voice yell, making me open my eyes and quickly scramble back into my room.

As soon as I landed on the floor, my bedroom door swung open.

"There you are!" My mother gasped dramatically as if I was missing.

"What happened! We were in the middle of lunch" She sighed, looking over at me.

"Sorry, I just wasn't feeling too good" I lied, running a hand through my knotted hair.

My mother sighed, looking over at me as if she was assessing me.

Luckily, because of the awful weather in England, I was significantly paler than I was when I lived here.

"If you're not feeling too good, maybe you should stay up here." She said, sighing as I nodded.

"Call if you need anything" She said, before heading back downstairs.

As soon as the door closed, I began to silently cheer.

"Great" I smiled, jumping onto my bed and grabbing my old laptop.

I decided to text John in hope to get in on the case they were working on.

'Email me the case details'

A few minutes later, my phone beeped with a reply.

'Done x'

Did he just send me a kiss?

I chuckled to myself as I opened my email to see all the case details.

Victim: Charlie Bradbury

Cause of death: Asphyxiation

Scene: Motel

Details: Young woman found bleeding in a bath tub. Announced dead upon scene. A knife was found on the floor but there were no known prints on the object. Bloody footsteps were found walking out of the motel room. (Size 9)

Stab to the lower abdomen, throat slit. Evidence of a struggle.

I decided to do a search for her online, running through all her known records.

She was using an alias, that was evident and it was covered up well, only someone who knew what they were dong would be able to find out.

She was a hacker, that was evident in her records.

She had recently hacked into a server for some people called The Stynes.

I did a search for the name and only one link came up.

It was a news article about a recent murder by someone claiming to be an optician.

The so-called murder was a Styne.

Satisfied with my work, I emailed it all to John and shut down my laptop ready to take a nap before Irene took my bed.

Once I had changed out of my clothes and climbed into my bed, my phone dinged.

It was a text from Sherlock.

'How did you do that?'

Chuckling to myself, I quickly typed out a reply before silencing my phone and placing it on charge.

'Talent 😉'

I woke a few hours later to a knock on my door.

"Come in" I called, rubbing the sleep from my eyes to see my mother.

"Everyone is getting ready for bed if you want to grab your covers for tonight and make yourself comfortable on the floor" She said, to which I nodded.

I had no intention of sleeping in the same room as Irene, we both knew that.

Throwing my duvet off me and placing it neatly back onto the mattress, I headed out into the hallway to grab the spare covers we kept for nights like these.

Whenever Irene would come over, she would always take my bed and I would take the floor.

Throwing the duvet on the floor, I watched as Irene climbed into my bed, a smirk on her lips as she made herself comfortable.

"Goodnight, girls" Cassie said, walking into my room.

"Goodnight" Irene and I both said, waving to Cassie as she left the room.

It was around 2 in the morning when Irene finally fell asleep.

Quietly, I grabbed the covers and pillow I was supposed to be sleeping on and headed to my window.

Throwing the sheets up, I prepared to catch them in case they fell, luckily, they didn't. I grabbed my phone, before climbing up after them.

Carefully, I laid out the duvet flat on the ground, placing the pillow on top of and laying down.

It was around 8am back in London and I decided to shot John a text.

'You awake?'

It took a couple of minutes before I got a reply.

'Yeah, why are you? Isn't it night over there?'

'Just got out'

'Out?'

'On the roof'

'You're not sleeping on the roof, are you?'

'Would it make you feel better if I said no?'

John didn't reply, instead I received a text from Sherlock.

'Get off the roof'

I smiled at his obvious concern, before sending him a reply.

'Make me, Holmes'

Once I placed my phone beside me, I made myself comfortable and stared up at the night sky.

Stars littered the sky, each glowing in their own magical way. The moon shone brighter than any of the stars. Full moons were always spooky, although I had probably just watched too many Supernatural shows.

In the distance, you could hear the loud chatter of people just leaving bars and see the flashing lights of various police cars.

I made sure to set an alarm for early next morning so I could sneak in, just before everyone woke up.

Day five:

I was so glad when I woke up, I only had one day left before I headed home.

Irene and I had barely spoke or argued with was good, although she was constantly looking over at me and smirking, so she was obviously planning something.

The day went surprisingly fast and before I knew it, we were eating lunch.

"Everyone! Irene decided to cook her own special meal, it looks amazing!" My mom gasped, watching as Irene balance three plates on each arm, handing them out to each of us.

"These look amazing, darling" Her mom gasped, looking over at her daughter, pure admiration in her eyes. Something my mother never gave to me.

It was around thirty minutes into our meal when I felt something wrong with me, I was suddenly his with a wave of nausea and I ran to the toilet, but not before seeing Irene's smirk.

As I leant over the toilet I knew something was wrong immediately.

I was throwing up blood.

The sick didn't smell like your usual sick, it had an awful smell.

It took me a moment before I realised.

The bitch poisoned me!

Immediately I did what I knew I had to do.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"I-I've been poisoned" I whispered, leaning against the wall when a sudden dizzy spell hit me.

"Where are you ma'am?" The operator asked, tapping something on her keyboard.

Quietly, I gave her my address before falling back against the wall, my vision going black.

[fandom-imagines]

The man behind the mask: Chapter fourteen

The man behind the mask masterlist

Pairing: Sherlock X Reader

I usually update this on my wattpad a few days before I post it here so if you want to read these chapters early, you can do so here: X

"When do you leave?" He asked, finally taking his goggles of and placing them on the counter behind him as they fell for the fourth time.

"Two days, which is why I need to buy a ticket." I said, grabbing Johns laptop that had been discarded to the floor.

"Its password protected- "John began before I turned the screen around to showed I was logged in.

"I'm not even gonna ask" He muttered, watching as I began typing.

"It's simple when you do what I do" I said, not thinking about what I was saying.

"What you do?" John asked, crossing his right leg over his knee.

"Long story, no time to explain right now" I said, watching as Sherlock took a seat on the couch at the end of the room.

"Thanks, John" I smiled, handing him his laptop.

"How did you do that? You didn't even enter anything." John began, an amazed look covering his face.

"Like I said, simple" I shrugged, smiling once I spotted the proud look on Sherlocks face.

God, how much I loved him.

"I'm not there and I'm already bored" I sighed, making Sherlock and John chuckle.

"You'll be fine" John smiled, gently patting me on the back.

"I'm surrounded by my family and people that hate me, I'm gonna be the opposite of fine" I muttered, tightly gripping the handle of my bag as I stood outside of the airport.

"Can't you like poison me or something" I joked, smiling at the two men as I prepared to leave.

"You better not have too much fun without me." I smiled, wrapping my arms around John,

"How much drama can happen in a week?" John chuckled, letting go of me as I made my way to Sherlock.

"Don't get shot or kidnapped" I laughed, watching him smile.

"No promises" He said, staring at me for a moment.

"Oh, come here" I laughed, wrapping my arms around him.

He tensed for a moment, before slowly wrapping his arms around me.

"Stay safe you guys" I smiled, looking at the two men I called my family.

"You too, Y/N" John smiled, nodding.

"What could happen?" I chuckled, bidding the two goodbye as I headed to catch my flight.

"Call us when you land!" John called, making me laugh as I turned to wave one last time.

The plane ride to my old town was long and dreadful. I was sat next to a young man, around 25 who couldn't take no for an answer.

As soon as the plane landed, I waited for my luggage, before heading outside.

It was around 2:30 here, meaning it was around 8:30 over there.

Yawning, I pulled out my phone to let them know I had landed.

'Hey! I just got here and I swear I am never flying again'

Wind blew through my hair as I waited for a cab.

"Heya, love. Where too?" A cab driver asked, pulling up to the sidewalk.

"(Hometown), please" I smiled, throwing my bag into the back before climbing into the cab, just as my phone beeped.

'You better, we need you here.'

I chuckled to myself before typing in a reply.

'I feel needed'

'You are'

Shaking my head, I decided to look out of the window.

"Boyfriend?" The cab driver asked, catching my attention.

"No, just my best friend" I said, shaking my head.

"Ah" He chuckled, glancing back at me.

Married 10 years

Two children.

Loyal.

Friendly

"So, holiday or visiting someone?" He asked, focusing on the empty road.

"Visiting family, sadly" I said, muttering the last part.

The cab driver chuckled, tapping his fingers to the beat of a song that was currently playing on the radio.

"You don't get along with them?" He asked, shooting me a small smile.

"Nah, not really. I haven't seen them in a while" I shrugged, earning a sad smile from him.

The conversation flowed easily back and forth for a few hours before we arrived at my old house.

"Here you go" I smiled, handing him the money for the ride and some extra.

"Thanks" He smiled.

"It was nice meeting you" He said, nodding out of the window.

"You too" I said, waving as he sped down the road.

By now it was around 5am and all I wanted to do was shower and sleep.

"Y/N, how are you?" My mother asked as I entered the house.

"I'm sweaty, stink of smoke and just want to sleep. Other than that, I'm good" I said, rolling my eyes.

"We missed you" She said, enveloping me in a hug.

"Yeah, I'm sure you did" I muttered, smelling her cheap perfume.

"Here she is, my favourite daughter" My father said, walking out into the hallway to greet me.

"I'm your only daughter" I chuckled lightly, wrapping my arms around him when he took me in.

"I'm gonna shower and take a nap. Is my room alright?" I asked, hoping to just get a few hours sleep.

My mum nodded

"Of course, I'll bring some food up soon. Don't forget, Irene and Aunt Cassie will be here soon" She smiled, looking forward to seeing her sister and niece.

Irene and my mom got along splendidly.

Irene would always say such sweet things about me to my mom, making it seem like I hated her for no reason.

"Thanks, mom" I sighed, making my way up the stairs and heading into my old bedroom, dumping my things on the floor before heading to the bathroom.

As soon as I entered my room, I spotted a sandwich on my bed.

Quickly, I changed into an oversized shirt I had stolen from 221B at some point and jumped onto my bed, sighing in relief when I finally relaxed.

After eating the sandwich my mother had left, I allowed myself to take a quick nap to prepare for all the drama about to happen.

[fandom-imagines]

The man behind the mask: Chapter thirteen

The man behind the mask masterlist

Pairing: Sherlock X Reader

I usually update this on my wattpad a few days before I post it here so if you want to read these chapters early, you can do so here: X

"So, there was more than Angelo?" He said, casting me a look which held an emotion I didn't recognise.

Fear?

Guilt?

I sighed to myself, knowing I had to tell him everything. He'd know if I was lying and would never forget it.

"Look, I'll tell you some other time. Let's just get back to the flat. I said, well discreetly begged. Sherlock gave a slight nod, before we both headed back towards the flat.

Here we go.

-X-

“Hey, you two” John greeted as Sherlock and I entered the flat, Sherlock pulling off his coat and placing it on the door before turning to me with a confused look.

“I’m just gonna go down to my apartment, see what I can do with it” I said, giving the two men a slight smile as I turned to leave to see what was left of my apartment.

Walking in, the first thing I noticed was a ton of rubble scattered all around the floor. Wallpaper had been ripped and was hanging off the wall, with various parts of carpet flung around.

“Well, damn” I chuckled to myself, kicking the door closed behind me watching as dust sprayed across the room at the impact.

The house was around two kicks away from being damaged beyond repair.

“Guess I need a motel for now” I sighed, heading to what was left of my bedroom.

What I used to call a bed was now just scattered lumps of bed frame and mattress foam. The wallpaper and carpet were covering the floor along with pieces of my closet and various articles of clothing.

Luckily, the safe I kept was still tucked safely in the corner of the room, appearing unaffected by the blast.

“Well at least I know it’s safe” I said, chuckling at my own pun as I walked towards the safe, pulling out my keys from my back pocket, flicking through them until I found the safes key.

Unlocking the safe, I noticed everything in there was untouched. The bundles of cash I had been saving since I was a child remained there.

I would have put it all in a bank, but knowing how easy it is to have your bank hacked these days, I decided against it. After all, there was a lot of money there.

Grabbing the bundle, I grabbed a small bag that had been thrown to the floor and began throwing in some clothes and necessities to take to wherever I decided to go, shoving the cash inside with it.

Fifteen minutes later, I was prepared to go.

Deciding to head up to 221B before I leave, I threw my bag on my back and began making my way up the steps to the flat.

“Hey” I smiled, peeking around the door to see Sherlock in his usual seat and John in his.

“Hey” John replied, looking over at me, smiling.

“Where are you going?” He asked, noticing the bag that was hung loosely on my shoulders.

This seemed to catch Sherlocks attention as his eyes shot open, studying me closely as I shrugged.

“I’m probably gonna find a cheap motel and stay there until I can get my flat sorted” I smiled, gripping the strap of my bag.

“You know you’re more than welcome to stay with us, right?” John offered, to which I politely declined.

“It’s okay John. I’ve been too much of a burden already.” I chuckled, avoiding Sherlocks intense gaze.

“Well, if you ever need anything. We’re here.” He smiled, bidding me a goodbye as I left the flat.

John’s POV:

“John?” I heard Sherlock ask, as I stood up to make my tea.

“Make your own tea” I sighed, flicking the switch on to heat the water up as I grabbed a mug from the cupboard, before heading back to the lounge and taking a seat in my chair, not missing the way Sherlocks eyes rested on my figure.

“Why do you like my girlfriend?” He asked, his eyes unmoving.

“Well she’s nice, we’re good friends?” I answered, confused at his question.

“Not what I meant” He stated, staring deep into my soul.

“Then what did you mean, Sherlock?” I asked, blankly.

“Why do you want to be in a relationship with my girlfriend?” He questioned, watching me for a reaction.

“What? I don’t?” I said, attempting to act natural. But him being, well him, he would certainly know.

I couldn’t deny the fact that I had gained some feelings for my best friends’ girlfriend since we met up again in London. Of course, I didn’t do anything with them, hoping they would disappear. I mean, she’s dating my best friend for goodness sake.

“Yes, you do, John. No point in denying it.” He sighed, eyes following me as I stood up to finish making my tea.

“How did you know?” I asked curiously, sipping my tea after I did so.

“The way you look at her, your pupils dilate and a smile is always on your face. The way you immediately offered her to stay at our flat, and then the way your smile dropped when she declined. Your eyes remained on her as she changed, even though you knew it was rude you couldn’t help it. You make her tea as soon as she asks, where as you tell me to make my own.” He began, before I interrupted.

“That’s because you’re rude about it” I explained.

“Then there’s the way- “

“Okay, yes you can stop now” I sighed, taking another sip of my tea.

“I can’t help it, Sherlock. I’ve- “I began, before he interjected.

“Since you were friends in college. Yes, I know” He smirked, jumping up and heading to the kitchen, presumably to check on his latest experiment.

“Damnit” I muttered.

Your POV:

“That’ll be £32.50 please.” The woman behind the desk smiled as I handed her the cash and she handed me the key.

“Thank you” I smiled back, heading outside to the motel room I had been given.

As I walked in, I was immediately hit with the strong smell of cigarette smoke. Obviously, someone had ignored the no smoking policy. The ugly brown walls were damp and covered in mould and the lumpy single mattress was covered in cigarette stains and god knows what else. The green carpet was thick and clumped together with mixtures of food, mouldy milk and sweat.

I decided to throw my bag down and leave to grab some food, not wanting to stay in here longer than I had too.  

The door took a while to lock, the handle jingling loosely every time I moved the key. Eventually I successfully locked it and turned around to be greeted with the face of a man.

He was drunk, it didn’t take a genius to know that. The smell of vodka was radiating off the man. Drool and tomato sauce was stained around his lips and a day-old stubble was visible on his face. His blue jeans were old and worn and his white vest was no different, covered in muck and sweat.

“Can I help you?” I asked, taking a step back in hope to avoid the strong stench of alcohol.

“No, but I can help you” He slurred, attempting to wink but failing miserably, as he took another step towards me.

“You can help me by getting out of my face” I smiled, crossing my arms across my chest, my back hitting to motel room door as I took another step backwards, as the man took another step forward.

“I can help you in better ways than that, sweetheart” He whispered, leaning close to my ear causing a shiver to run down my spine.

“I have a boyfriend” I said, shoving the man away, watching as he stumbled backwards, a look of anger crossing his face as I did so.

“Ungrateful bitch, not giving me what I want” He snarled, pushing me against the motel door.

“When I want something, I get it. The man always gets what he wants, you hear me?” He continued, nails digging into my shoulders as he pressed his body against mine.

Quickly, I brought my knee up to his groin, making him groan in pain as he fell to the floor.

“Don’t you ever touch me again” I warned, giving him a slight kick as I walked away, the groans of pain slowly fading away the further I got.

-X-

“Guess who’s back again” I laughed as I walked back into Baker street, throwing my jacket to the ground, sitting opposite John as I whipped out my phone.

“Hello” He chuckled, watching me as I pulled up my messaging app to reply to my parents.

“Sherlocks in there, poking at eyeballs he got from god knows where” John smiled, watching me chuckle.

“The morgue, John” Sherlock yelled from the kitchen, coming to stand in the doorway, goggles placed messily on his forehead.

“What are you testing this time?” I asked, looking through the door to see a dozen of eyeballs placed in small plastic containers, each filled with a different unknown liquid.

“Which liquid damages the human eye the most” He said, happily.

“Normal things then?” I joked, watching a small smile grace Sherlocks lips, a sense of pride washing over me knowing that I was the one that put it there.

“What happened to your shoulder?” He asked, looking at my shoulder which I hadn’t noticed was slightly bruised and bleeding from the drunken man.

“Some drunk guy attacked me” I shrugged, brushing down my shoulder, rubbing away the blood.

“Some guy did what?” John asked, now looking at my shoulder.

“He was saying something about men always getting what they want. I kneed him down there, its fine” I shrugged, my attention moving back to my phone which had lit up after receiving a reply.

My parents were hosting a little family gathering next week and wanted me to attend. They apparently wanted me to meet their new family. My uncle had recently got married and his wife had a baby. I knew that the whole time there would be tension between me and my aunts’ oldest daughter. We never got along from an early age. She just didn’t like me and I didn’t like her.

Our parents begged for us to get along and sent us on multiple playdates but it only made our relationship worse. One time we had a massive fight and the two of us ended up in the ER.

“I’m going home next week” I announced, locking my phone to avoid the reply.

“Home?” John asked, shooting me a confused look.

“I’m going to see my parents. They’re having a family gathering or whatever. They want me to go down, see my new cousins” I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

“You don’t want to go?” John quizzed, eyes glued intently on me as I shrugged.

“I don’t get along with a few people there.” I sighed, watching as my phone buzzed again, this time with a text from my aunt.

I do hope you and Irene get along next week. It would be a shame to ruin such a nice event.

“I’ll probably just sit in the corner alone like I usually do” I smiled.

“Maybe hide in my old room.” I replied, locking my phone as more texts came through.

“Is that all your mum?” John asked, after my phone vibrated for the thirteenth time.

“Nope, I don’t know who’s texting me anymore” I shrugged, looking up at Sherlock who had remained silent for the second time today.

“Sherlock?” I asked confused.

“I don’t understand. Why don’t you get along with your family?” He asked, confusion etched on his face, something that was rarely there.

“Let’s just say they weren’t very happy with me once Jim left” I sighed, turning my phone off ass it kept vibrating away.

“I also don’t understand why your name is (your surname) instead or Moriarty” I finished, moving his goggles further up his head as they fell.

“After he left, I was mad. I felt like he betrayed me, so I changed my name. I wanted a new life, away from him. I needed to be my own person, to rely upon others. Not get too attached. Guess that changed” I explained, muttering the last sentence.

“When do you leave?” He asked, finally taking his goggles of and placing them on the counter behind him as they fell for the fourth time.

“Two days, which is why I need to buy a ticket.” I said, grabbing Johns laptop that had been discarded to the floor.

“Its password protected- “John began before I turned the screen around to showed I was logged in.

“I’m not even gonna ask” He muttered, watching as I began typing.

“It’s simple when you do what I do” I said, not thinking about what I was saying.

“What you do?” John asked, crossing his right leg of his knee.

“Long story, no time to explain right now” I said, watching as Sherlock took a seat on the couch at the end of the room.

“Thanks, John” I smiled, handing him his laptop.

“How did you do that? You didn’t even enter anything.” John began, an amazed look covering his face.

“Like I said, simple” I shrugged, smiling once I spotted the proud look on Sherlocks face.

God, how much I loved him.

[fandom-imagines]

The man behind the mask: Chapter Seventeen

The man behind the mask masterlist

Pairing: Sherlock X Reader

I usually update this on my wattpad a few days before I post it here so if you want to read these chapters early, you can do so here: X

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex (stay safe kids) some fluff at the end.

Quick side note if you do read this trash: It'll suck because I'm an asexual virgin lmaoooo.

I also have absolutely no idea what part of the body is where because I don't pay attention oops

(You don't have to read this lmao, its mainly a filler)

The two of them stood staring at me, before I began speaking.

"Well why you two do that, I'm stealing your bed, Sherlock" I smiled, heading to his room to hopefully sleep away to possible sickness.

I heard Sherlocks footsteps follow me as soon as I turned to leave.

Seconds after I entered his room, the door opened revealing him. I gave him a small smile as he closed the door.

Slowly, almost nervous like, he began to walk towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

Once he reached me, his lips were pressed against mine in a soft and gentle kiss.

His arms reached around my waist while mine made their way around his neck.

Slowly, his lips travelled across my jaw, down to my neck leaving soft kisses as he moved further and further down.

Once he was around halfway down my neck, he began to softly suck the skin of my neck, making me moan and causing him to smirk.

"What are you doing?" I asked again, once he pulled away and turned to face me.

"You'll find out soon enough" He smirked, pushing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands reaching the hem of my shirt, lifting it above my head and tossing it to the side.

Quickly, my hands made their way to his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning them.

His arms left my body for a split second for him to toss his shirt to the side, before pushing me back towards the bed.

The second my knees hit the edge of the bed, the two of us fell backwards.

Me landing flat on the bed, and him landing with his hand, holding himself up.

His lips pressed against mine once again as I began to push myself further up the bed, not once disconnecting our lips.

His hands lightly gripped my wrists, holding them up above my head, smirking slightly as our lips parted.

"What are you doing?" I asked for the third time, a slight smile on my lips.

"Have you not figured it out yet?" He smiled, his lips attaching themselves to my neck, sucking and occasionally biting, making me moan and attempt to free my hands causing him to chuckle.

"Maybe you'll have to tell me" I smirked, bringing him up to face me.

"Maybe" He said, returning the smirk, lifting my body up to un-hook the back of my bra, letting it fall free before being discarded on the floor.

His lips, once again, connected to my neck, moving slower and slower down my neck, past my collar bone and down to my chest.

Once he reached my breast, he began sucking, leaving little marks until he reached my nipple.

He ran his tongue along the sensitive bud, chuckling lightly as my back arched and a moan escaped my lips.

His large hands travelled down my body, leaving no area of skin untouched, until he reached my trousers.

Quickly, he slid them down legs throwing them to the ground with the rest of our clothes.

As soon as he did so, my hands reached the nape of his neck, pulling him up towards me, connection our lips in a soft kiss, my hands running down his body until they reached the buckle of his trousers.

Swiftly, I undid the buckle, Sherlock and I removing his trousers, chuckling.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, hovering over me, hands either side of me. His face inches from mine, sweat sticking his raven curls to his head.

I gave a shy nod.

"I am" I smiled, pushing my lips against his, smiling into the kiss.

His mouth began to trail down my lips, to my chest until reaching my hips.

His hand slowly removed my panties, throwing them to the side along with the rest of our clothes.

His mouth began to attack my throbbing cunt, his tongue sliding between my sticky folds.

A quiet moan left my lips, my head pressing against the pillow.

Sherlock chuckled, his breath tickling me as he continued to run his tongue along my pussy, occasionally sucking.

"Sherlock, I-I'm gonna" I whispered, feeling a warmth beginning to grow inside my stomach.

Suddenly, his lips were back on mine, where I could taste my juices.

My hands travelled down his stomach, grasping at the last layer of clothing between us before lowering it and tossing them to the side to be met with his erect cock.

My hand grasped it, slightly tugging, rubbing my finger along the tip, smearing the pre-cum, earning a moan from him. His head titling back, eyes closed, his mouth open.

Fully grasping his erect cock, I began to tug, slowly first, before eventually picking up pace.

Various profanities escaped his lips, alongside moans.

Right when he was about to cum, he gently pushed me back onto the bed, arms either side of me.

"Are you absolutely sure?" He asked, panting as I nodded.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He asked, smiling as I nodded.

Slowly, he lifted his hips towards mine, guiding his throbbing cock into my soaking cunt.

A moan escaped my lips as I adjusted to his length, wrapping my arms around his neck while he pressed his lips against my neck, soft moans escaping his lips as he slowly thrust his hips back and forth inside of me.

After he was certain I was adjusted to his length, he sped up, the two of us moaning.

"S-Sherlock I-I'm gonna" I gasped.

"I know" He whispered into my hair, pressing soft kisses across my face.

A few moments later, I felt my walls clench around Sherlocks cock as Sherlock and I came in sync.

Sherlock slid to the side of me, turning to face me, his hand running through my hair.

I loved moments like this.

Moments where nothing else mattered, it was just Sherlock and me.

Alone and vulnerable.

"I love you" He whispered, shocking me.

Neither of us had ever said those words before, even though I knew I thought it.

"I love you too" I smiled, pressing a small chaste kiss on his lips as the two of us fell in to a deep slumber.

I feel dirty oops

Okay but like ive got such bad writers block. Like Idk what to write next lmao. If you have any ideas hmu lolol~

[fandom-imagines]

(I added a Charlie gif to this, because I love her so much lolol)

John: Sherlock, she loves you!

Sherlock: *slightly smiles* Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you’d go deeper

John: You like her, don’t you? *smirks*

Sherlock: *grumbles* Of course not.