#sherlock requests

[aures-nook]

Hey-!

pls send in more requests :)

I only have 4 right now and I’m probably gonna want more soon anyways!

[mistersandmangivemeadream]

make them the prettiest that i’ve ever seen/intro

Good evening/afternoon/morning/dusk/eternal damnation, this is your pilot speaking. 

If you look out to your right, you will observe succulent ambrosial dreamscapes coming to surface that are perhaps yours or your neighbors or a dark mysterious stranger’s who just so happen to have caught your eye and now you are left to think of them as your eyelids slide shut. 

To your left is ruin. 

So please, close your eyes.

 I promise it’s better that way. 

~

Hello, my name is Solomon aka Mr.Sandman a nom de plume that inspired me to start up this place you have found yourselves in. This is my first attempt at this sort of venture (requests/commissions) so please-have patience or kindness or if you can’t find any of those things perhaps find your wallets and I will shut up and just write something better for you. 

Linked below is Rules/FAQ. Navigation is coming together slowly as I prepare for what will be incoming. 

Over the next several weeks I will be posting examples of my work for you all to get an idea of my general writing style/level. If you have any questions/comments/concerns/belief systems-please do not hesitate to reach out. 

Cheers, 

Sol 

FAQ & Navigation 

[coltcas]

What is love?

Sherlock x Reader Words - 400 maybe idk

A/N sorry I haven't been posting lately I've been busy studying but I quickly wrote this a while back so here

You were sitting comfortably on the couch in 221b. Across from you was a thinking Sherlock, his legs across his armrest and his hands clasped under his chin.

You flipped a page looking up from your book when a voice boomed throughout the silent room, "Can I ask you a question."

You looked back down to your book humming telling him to go on. He moved and sat up in his seat. "What is love?" He asked. Your breath hitched, there's no way he knew, Sherlock was smart but he can be completely oblivious and you've tried your hardest to hide it.

You chuckled nervously, "You're asking me?"

"Well yes, I can't ask John about this stuff because men tend to be more cold and aloof when talking about their feelings." He said slyly.

You sighed and put the book in your hands onto the couch. "Love is limitless, it knows no restrains or boundaries. To me, love is the thing that when you have found it with the right person, you can never be the same person because of them." You said feeling a bit uncomfortable seeing as you're completely in love with him.

He met your eyes with his own, "So what you're telling me is, love is like a watercolor sunrise, in which from afar you see pure beauty, but upon closer examination, you see delicate, fascinating imperfections, and no matter how hard you try, those tiny imperfections captivate you're entire being, like I feel with you." He confessed to you.

"What?" You asked him shocked. You can feel your heart beat against your rib cage and your mind rushing with questions.

"Love could be compared to a watercolor sun-"

You swiped your hand to him cutting him off, "What you said after that."

"That it's like what I feel with you." He said softly.

You turned your head and grinned, "What are you saying Sherlock?"

His eyes traced your face, most likely reading you. "I love you." He said mostly to convince his mind that he really was.

"I love you too you, idiot."

[all-fandoms-fiction]

I am so proud

that I was able to get myself back to writing and managed to post two new fanfics today!! My list for upcoming fanfics number two is almost cleared, it only had two more to go and then we will start number three! I am so exited, also I would love to get some MARVEL and Sherlock requests for my next list and maybe some other fandoms that I do :3 thank you!! I love everyone of you who still follow me and support me!! It keeps me going!! 

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Tension - Request

Requested by @phanisnotonfire1:  Can you make a Imagen where Sherlock has had so much Sexual Tention towards you and He finally Looses it and is really rough but at the end Mrs.Hudson walks in. And anon:  Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock in his purple shirt of Sex where the reader teases him(wearing a few things) when he tries 2 concentrate&he just can't take it anymore and has sex with her on his leather Chair?thanks!!

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,177

Warnings: Smut - rough, unprotected (this is fiction, wrap it up guys!).

A/N: Today’s work was so tedious I needed a release and this was just perfect.

Enjoy!

Sherlock was sitting at his desk. His eyes were focused on the microscope in front of him, trying to get as much information as possible from a small particle of dust he had found at the victim’s front teeth.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was bored and Sherlock wasn’t of much use so she decided to have fun by herself.

She walked out of the room and walked towards him like she didn’t know what was going on. Sherlock couldn’t help but to look at her.

“Are those fish nets?” He asked, looking directly to her legs.

“Maybe, do you like them?” She inquired flirtingly, showing off her net-covered legs.

“Yes, they are… lovely.” And so he turned back to the microscope, ignoring her once more.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and went back to the room before going out once more, this time with a tight shirt with a low cleavage and red lipstick. She prepared some tea and walked back to Sherlock with the cup in hand.

“You changed your shirt.” He observed as he took the cup and drank from it.

“I thought this open looked better with the tights.” She replied nonchalantly, “Do you agree?”

“Yes, of course.” Yup, he was still ignoring her.

Maybe if she was as observant as he was she would’ve noticed how his whole figure stiffened at the sight of her, or how Sherlock pressed his legs together after five seconds of her waltzing around the flat. Maybe she would’ve noticed the hungry stare Sherlock gave her while she prepared tea, or the thin layer of sweat that was starting to cover his skin.

(Y/N) went back to the room to put something else on… Or, most likely, remove something else.

She eventually walked out once more, wearing only the fish nets, a pair of black high heels, and a little black dress she kept there. Sherlock had to take a deep breath when he saw her, but even so he acted like he didn’t notice.

(Y/N) hugged him from behind, resting her head over his shoulder. “I love it when you wear that shirt.” She whispered, “It looks so hot on you…”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re not wearing anything under that dress, are you?” He trembled.

“I’m wearing the fish nets.” She said and Sherlock couldn’t help but to exhale loudly.

“I’m trying to work.” He complained.

“And I’m bored.” She whined, “You know how awful that is…”

“The game is on, (Y/N).” Sherlock followed her with his eyes as she sat on the desk. “I need to concentrate.”

(Y/N) tilted her head like she didn’t understand. Sherlock looked so powerless there, sitting at that crappy chair, with his black pants tenting and that purple shirt that turned her on so much… It was like a vision from Heaven.

“Just five minutes.” She begged.

“We both know it won’t be just five minutes.” Sherlock breathed out.

“I’m counting on it.”

The whole tension around them got broken as Sherlock caught her lips in one fast move, pushing her back on the desk. (Y/N) tangled her fingers around his black locks and Sherlock’s tongue explored her mouth. (Y/N) framed his hips with her legs and whimpered at the feeling of him growing harder.

“Couch, now.” She ordered, pulling slightly away from her lips.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He said, but obeyed her anyways.

Sherlock carried her to the leather couch at the back of the flat. He laid her back-flat and then crawled on top of her. The fish nets disappeared in less than a second for Sherlock ripped them away from her. She threw her high-heels off and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Sherlock’s breath was heavy and panting, which made (Y/N) get wetter and wetter with each exhalation. She removed his pants, leaving the shirt half-buttoned and his boxers. Sherlock removed her dress, exposing her bare body completely to him.

(Y/N) spread her legs under him and pulled his boxers down as a silent order. “Stop telling me what to do.” Sherlock complained as he aligned himself to her entrance.

“Stop obeying me, then.” She dared.

Sherlock squinted angrily and thrusted deeply into her. She moaned loudly and arched her back. Her reaction was more than enough to make Sherlock forget about his pride, and so he thrusted over and over into her. Deep, fast and hard, he wanted to show her he was his own boss even when he knew she was truly enjoying it.

(Y/N) moaned, whined, and squealed as Sherlock pushed deeper and deeper, touching her G-Spot every time. The springs from the couch squeaked under them, and the sweat on their skin got printed over the leather fabric covering the cushions.

“Faster…” She begged.

“Stop telling me what to do.” He groaned and started thrusting faster. (Y/N)’s eyes rolled and then she shut them completely. Her mouth fell into an O and her head fell back on the arm rest. Sherlock admired her.

Her lips were bright red and her skin was blushed and sweaty. He could feel her hard nipples against his chest and the pulsation of her vulva around him. She clenched her walls tightly, making his moan along with her. He pounded more and more, ignoring the rest of the world and focusing on the two of them only.

Sherlock shut his eyes and groaned huskily and his thrusts became faster and faster. (Y/N)’s walls clenched even more until she found her release, ripping a loud moan from her throat. Sherlock followed her soon after.

He fell on top of her, breathing heavily. (Y/N) caressed his curly hair weekly and their breaths became even.

“Sherlock, my dear, I…” Mrs. Hudson froze at the door.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Hudson.” Sherlock gave her a sheepish grin.

“Hi.” She greeted silently, “Hi, (Y/N).”

“Hi.” She greeted back from under Sherlock.

“I uh… I forgot what I was… Weren’t you on a case?” She took a step back.

“I got bored.” (Y/N) explained.

“Oh well…” Mrs. Hudson sighed, “I’m going to make some tea…” She turned to walk out but stopped. “Oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Yes?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“You lucky lady.” Mrs. Hudson winked at her and left.

Sherlock and (Y/N) stared at each other for a second before bursting into laughter; which was ended by Sherlock kissing her once more.

“Can I go back to work?” He asked.

“I thought you didn’t want me to give you orders.” She whispered; her breath ghosted over his lips.

“I don’t, but you’ve trapped me between your legs.” He whispered back. (Y/N) noticed how her legs were still around his waist and she couldn’t help but to laugh.

“All right, all right… But we’re having a round two later.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her, left a quick peck on her lips and got up from the couch.

He put on his boxers back and went back to work. (Y/N) stayed at the couch for a bit longer, admiring his every move until she decided to take a shower.

That was their life.

*Requests are ALWAYS open.*

Masterist.

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[eurusholmmes]

SHERLOCK REQUESTS STILL OPEN

cmon guys… I KNOW that y'all are still reeling over TFP. I have one request to fill and another being written in my head, quite possibly for John. My ask box is always open! You can feel free to request ANYTHING except slash and smut. I LOVE writing for Sherlock as a show! There’s so much content in the 12 episodes we’ve been gifted with that I can almost work with anything! Taking requests for: Lestrade. Sherlock. John. Mycroft. I WILL TAKE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP REQUESTS FOR MOLLY, EURUS AND MARY AS WELL. Please send them in! I don’t bite! Don’t be afraid to ask me for something!! Please have a fantastic week ❤️

[teacups-and-murder]

Ficlet Requests

Hey, everyone, I'm open for ficlet requests if anyone is interested. :) Here is one I just wrote for Sherlock's reoccurring dream... --- It always starts with the breaking of the glass. He can feel the glass shattering around his back. Every edge is like a razor. The impact is hard, so hard that Sherlock's breath leaves him. Sherlock expects to hit the ground. Instead, already without any air in his lungs, he's suddenly under water. He tries to tear himself away from Ajay, to do anything to get himself above the water, get some air… It works once or twice… That is until Ajay has him pinned. The water is sharp. He can feel it in his lungs. Burning his eyes and nose and throat… He can feel nails digging into his scalp as his head is held under. Sherlock holds his breath for as long as he can and he pushes and kicks and screams but his actions are useless. He can't get out of this. He's going to drown here. Then he feels the yanking of his curls. His head is pulled above water. He can't see. The chlorine is burning his eyes and he can't see, can't see, can't see- "Have you worked out what it is yet?" Sherlock knows that voice. He knows that voice and it's not Ajay. His vision clears and he realizes he's at the pool. The pool where Carl Powers died. The pool where John had a bomb strapped to his chest. His heart leaps into his throat, chest constricting… "What's the final problem. I did tell you…" Sherlock is dragged out of the pool by his hair. He yells and tries to turn to see if it's still Ajay who has him, but it can't be. He knows it can't be, but he can't accept that it's him… That it's the man he knows that voice belongs to… Then Sherlock's on his back and he's nose to nose with the consulting criminal himself. Jim Moriarty is stroking his face, a menacing smile on his lips. Sherlock can't breathe. He tries to suck in a breath, but he's drowning. He's above water and he's still drowning. "But did you liiisten?" Sherlock's whole body jerks as he gasps awake. He sits up and throws the sheets off of himself, swinging his legs off the bed. The sob forces its way out as he puts his face in his hands. It's the fifth time in a row. https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12307733/1/

[coltcas]

I’m back and refreshed!

I’ve had zero motivation I'm sorry for not posting! if you sent in a request expect it soon!

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I write almost every fandom, I just don't do smut! 

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