Requested by anon:
Can you make a heated sherlock imagine where he hasn’t had a case in a while but hasn’t been able to go to the drug dens or smoke because of Y/N so he takes out his frustration on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (doesn’t have to be smut but it could be real HEATED)
Summary: Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke. (Y/N) continues to mock him about it, without telling him where his cigarettes are, which leads Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing her what it’s like to be on edge.
A/N: This is the longest piece of smut I’ve written and it’s not even smut like so, wow. I hope you like this!
from one side to the other of the flat. He was frantically looking for that tiny
carton box, hidden somewhere inside that messy labyrinth he had unconsciously
created. She was sitting on the sofa, knowing exactly what he was doing but
pretending to ignore it, although Sherlock had noticed that sly smirk formed on
her red lips.
Not a case,
not a single one, and that was his curse. He had saved everyone and gotten to
be a big and famous detective, but what was the price of fame? Boredom, that
them.” Sherlock begged. His back was turned to her, but he knew exactly how big
and curved that mischievous grin on her face was.
enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sherlock finally turned to see her.
were crossed, one over the other, and her feet were pointing at him. The black
high heels matched the black pencil skirt that failed to hide the soft skin
from her thighs. Her hands were holding one of his old books, and her arms
rested lazily over one of the arm-holders. A messy strand of hair had fell over
her face, framing it so delicately it made Sherlock get distracted for a few
me you were annoying when you were bored.” She said, “But I have to say it: You
better when I’m smoking.” Sherlock snapped. He lifted his chin, trying to look
like the intimidating man from the newspapers rather than an anxious boy.
things will kill you one day.” She leaned back on the couch, allowing her head
to fall back on the pillow. Sherlock observed said movement as if it had been
performed in slow motion.
lose strand bounced over her nose before falling back to the side. The way her
eyes shut after her head touched the soft fabric, and that slight breeze of air
her lips expelled. The way her chest rose up a bit after, inhaling once more.
And her feet, one of them – the one from the leg crossed on top – still pointing
at him. How her delicate hands left the book over her lap, calling his
attention to focus yet again on her skin.
Summary: A University AU. You have been studying in the library all weekend, although the sexy librarian has been distracting you. Turns out you’ve been a bit of distraction for him also. Warnings: Explicit (+18) smut, public sex, no condom & oral. Also swearing
University was hard and stressful but you loved every second of it. You had made friends with all the History majors, your dorm roommate was hilarious and the campus coffee pop-up stand was a lifesaver, literally. University was everything you expected to be and more, you did think it would be more partying at 4 am but you did go to the occasional one or two at the weekend.
Except for this weekend. This weekend is spent in the library on campus, researching medicine in the 18th century. You had been arriving as soon as the doors opened and staying to just before closing time.
Also, you couldn’t lie the man running the library this weekend was hot. When you walked in on Saturday morning, he was perched behind the oak desk with a book, glasses perched on his nose and long hair tied back into a bun. White button up shirt tucked into blue denim jeans. He was intimidatingly handsome, rugged with the unshaven face but adorable in the sense his mouth moved as he read; muttering the words to himself.
You had, admittedly, been slightly creepy with the staring when reading about history became boring. He was just so intriguing to you. You hadn’t seen him work here through the week, you hadn’t seen him around campus either, he was an enigma to you. You wanted to know more but yet, you didn’t want to go up and just talk to him. So, you kept to sneakily peeking over the mountain of books at him.
When you walked in on Sunday morning it was dead. Everyone had gone out partying Saturday night, leaving the library to be empty on Sunday as they all nursed their hangovers. He was there, sat silently behind the desk, till he glanced up at the door opening and smiled at you. Pride and Prejudice perched in his right hand.
Summary: The next morning (after the events of “Beard Burn”), Steve’s girlfriend returns the favor ;)))
A/N: this is intended as the sequel to Beard Burn! Yay! Look i finished something that i promised i would do! Thanks again all you beautiful people for getting “Beard Burn” over 1k notes. That’s crazy,,,
Warnings: all smut, some fluff. oral sex (mr), language
(I should have used this gif for the first one dammit)
The next morning, you wake before Steve, eyes fluttering open against the annoying morning sun; you’d forgotten to close the blinds last night. You groan and roll over onto your back, hitting Steve, who immediately wraps an arm around your stomach. You glance up at him, expecting to find him awake, but he’s still fast asleep on his side, one arm bunched under his pillow, the other now lazily thrown across your stomach. You smile and reach a hand up to run through his beard. He looked so cute like this, his mouth open, lightly snoring, eyes squeezed shut against the sun.