#sherlock hol

[sillyrabbit81]

When your brother takes you to visit an old friend of his and Sherlock spots you

You completely ruined my day with this. So here! I hope I ruin yours!

Pairing: Sherlock x Female Reader

Word Count: 370

Warnings: breeding kink, cream-pie kink, p in v sex.

Totally off the cuff and unedited.

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When his housekeeper introduced your brother, Sherlock looked up from his book with a smile, and opened his mouth to greet his old friend. Then he spotted you behind him, and quickly rose to his feet.

He blinked several times. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Sherlock,” your brother repeated, “May I introduce, my sister.”

You stepped out from behind your brother, eyes lowered, shy and unsure. Sherlock walked slowly towards you, and a feeling grew in his gut that he was not altogether familiar with. You raised your eyes, and his steps faltered while his heart began a rapid tattoo that he could feel all through his body, most noticeably in the thickening length between his legs.

“How do you do?” you said and raised your hand.

Sherlock took it, silently cursing the silk glove that stopped his hand from feeling yours. His long fingers slid over your covered palm until his pads felt the soft warmth of the skin of your inner wrist and he closed his eyes.

The groan he barely managed to stifle was extremely uncouth as were the images that flooded his mind from the brief illicit touch.

The urge to pull you towards him and taste your mouth was almost too much to overcome. His nose flared like a bull as he indulged in his fantasies. He wanted his lips on yours as he lifted your skirts and ran his fingers up the supple flesh of your thighs until they reached your cunt. He’d find it hot and honeyed, ready and eager to take him and you’d put up no resistance. Your core would be desperate for him, your satin smooth walls would yield to the invasion of his weeping cock as he plucked your maidenhood, stole your purity and planted his progeny deep with your pristine womb. 

“Mr. Holmes?” you asked, the note of concern in your voice was touching. “Are you quite alright?”

“Yes,” he said, pulling himself out of his lurid thoughts. 

You were the one, the one he would take to his bed each night, fill with his seed and he’d watch as it spilled onto the sheets before he’d scoop it back into your ruined hole and do it all over again.

[dearpabitel]

I can't believe Mofftiss confirmed the tea code and the deerstalker theory in the same episode

[dancerhotcocoa]

I know Amanda had this question but I think that was in her point of view. Let’s ask Moffat and Gatiss

[marta-bee]

BBC!Sherlock fandom has a thing (as do most fandoms probably) for student/teacher sexytiems. As such, I’m a bit surprised no one has tapped this particular vein:

He is a man of good birth and excellent education, endowed by nature with a phenomenal mathematical faculty. At the age of twenty-one he wrote a treatise upon the Binomial Theorem, which has had a European vogue. On the strength of it he won the Mathematical Chair at one of our smaller universities, and had, to all appearance, a most brilliant career before him. But the man had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind. A criminal strain ran in his blood, which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers.

Mormor professor/student PWP. That’s all I’m saying. Or Morcroft. Or Sheriarty. Or...

You get the idea.

[marta-bee]

I mentioned earlier that I’m finally working on a story again. The 90-second version: canon!kidlock (but more angst than fluff, because this is Sherlock), with a strong dash of Sherrinford, (Grand)Mummy Holmes, and French villas. Also, bees. The slightly longer version, copied from my LJ:

Holmesians have long hypothesized a third, older Holmes brother who looked after the family estate and let Mycroft and Sherlock go off to London. I have this headcanon that said "other one" joined the army in his youth, served in some skirmishes in colonial Africa and came back shellshocked. The idea was that during the Great Hiatus Sherlock came across some Zulu Africans who were maimed by the newly-developed maxim machine gun, it forced him to confront the limit of logic in the face of violence (and passions generally), that connected with what he had seen his brother go through after his own service, and that's what makes it visceral what he'd put an old soldier through. I actually alluded to this in a previous story, “Telling the Bees,” though skimming that fic, it looks like almost all (maybe “all”) of that content ended up on the cutting-room floor. The idea is that after Sherrinford came back from Africa a psychological mess, Mummy Holmes took him off to France (with Sherlock in tow), since Sherrinford had spent some summers there as a child and it was a good place to recoup. Sherlock spent a lot of time bee-watching as a way of avoiding being around Sherrinford (who was more than a bit scary because of, you know, PTSD) and people generally (since he's about seven years old at the time and in a country where he probably barely speaks the language). All of which means Sherlock would spend a lot of times getting lost in his own world of learning how bees behaved, both because it was interesting but also because it was something completely separate and wholly his own at a time when family life had to be fairly frightening, which more or less parallels what Sherrinford is going through after the war. And it has me thinking about repression, logic and observation and deduction as a way of controlling the uncontrollable.

Of course it's canon!kidlock. Is there any interest in that? If it's been written before I've never read it.

Would appreciate thoughts from any ACD fans, Victorian-ophiles, and generally anyone who enjoys talking about this stuff....

[doinurmommy]

DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN WATCH THE PILOT OF SHERLOCK? PLEASE I WANT TO WATCH IT SO BADLY. 

[azyume]

I've litteraly cied my heart out when i figured out what Mycroft said....

[docteurholmes]

Best Crack Vid Ever <3 Obsessed with Sherlock.