An Unforeseen Delight

Title: An Unforeseen Delight Summary: Sherlock’s desire and plan to see your glorious assets on display takes an unlikely turn of events Author: Maddy (@laterthantherabbit) Words: 2600 Characters/Relationships: Sherlock x reader, John x sister!reader Warnings: None I think. Partial nudity?

Request: Heyy, what about a Sherlock x Reader in which the reader is John’s sister and she ist visiting the Bakerstreet Boys for the first time? She arrives in a pair of mom fitting/skinny jeans that accentuate her god damn beautiful ass and Sherlock likes seeing her in them. He just steals all the other ones she brought with her and hides them so she is forced to wear the ass accentuating ones for the whole weak. - @sherlockourhero

Author’s Notes: I finally did it, I got a request out! There will be another one tomorrow and then there are a few more to do over the next week. If you want please send in more requests we’ll be happy to write them! Thanks for your patience lovlies! I absolutely loved this request!! It was super fun to write and I loved writing every word of it. Thanks so much for this awesome idea @sherlockourhero, it was amazing!

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When John had said that his sister was coming out to Baker Street for a week’s visit, Sherlock had thought nothing of it. Harry must obviously be sobered up otherwise she wouldn’t be coming and John must have been trying to help her along as she makes it through the next week before moving back with Clara, obviously. Not obvious however, was the possibility of a third Watson and that it was in fact John’s second, and youngest sister coming to stay. When you climbed out of the cab in front of 221B late one afternoon, Sherlock had frozen whereas John had ran up to you with the biggest smile Sherlock had seen on his face ever, his arms outstretched for you to step into and be engulfed in a strong bear hug. You were obviously his favourite of the two sisters he had, or the two Sherlock knew about at least, and you were stunning. The afternoon sun shone through your hair, turning its natural hue into a golden sheen and your skin became soft in the light. Your slightly reddened cheeks brought out the iridescent colour of your eyes and your full lips had been curved into the most beautiful smile Sherlock had ever seen. So enraptured by your beauty he was, he didn’t realise John had let you go until you had turned to him, your hand extended ready for him to shake.

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Truth or Dare

The pair sat side by side at the top of Sherlock’s bed, leaning against the headboard with their knees brushing together at the close proximity between them. Both of them stared at the laptop placed in front of them, neither one fully focused on the film playing.

She could smell his Lynx body wash and she could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He could smell her shampoo, could feel her trembling slightly beside him, cold in her thin pyjama top but unwilling to admit it.

“That was awful,” Sherlock said bluntly. “She clearly wasn’t running. Her hands would’ve slid towards the right, if she had, not straight off the centre.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Sherlock, they’re hardly likely to actually make the actors run and jump onto a moving train,” she laughed, twisting her head slightly to face him. He had been silent for a while, since the awkward ‘I want to know what you feel like’ scene, and she was startled to hear him actually speak again.

The two of them were watching 'In Your Eyes’ at (Y/N)’s request. Honestly, she hadn’t expected him to agree to watching the film with her, or she had assumed that he would’ve at least left the room before they even got a quarter of the way into it.

“Don’t they have stunt men?” he asked, turning to look her in the eye. “That’s what they normally use, isn’t it?”

His brow was furrowed slightly and he had his confused puppy look on, something that (Y/N) didn’t see often.

She laughed again. “Yes, Sherlock, but do you think that they would really pay for a stunt woman for a minutes worth of footage?”

“Well, it would make the film better, wouldn’t it?”

“Sure but it’s the end of it anyway. Why bother?”

Silence fell over the two and they turned back to the laptop, catching the last few seconds of the film, a small kissing scene, before the credits began to roll.

(Y/N) crawled towards the laptop and closed the lid, pushing it towards the foot of the bed. Grinning, she turned back to Sherlock.

“So, what did you think?” In the four years that she had known him, this was the first time that she had managed to get him to sit through the entirety of a film.

Sherlock’s icy blue eyes studied her for a second. He could tell that she wanted him to have enjoyed it, yet she wanted him to be honest.

“It wasn’t awful,” he admitted, “although they should have just paid for the stunt people.”

Shaking her head slightly, (Y/N) smiled. “I’ll write them an angry email,” she joked, feigning anger.

The self-proclaimed sociopath smiled softly. “Yes, you best had.”

Rolling her eyes, the girl tilted her head slightly to the left. “What should we do now? I mean, I would suggest a game of Cluedo but John advised me against playing that with you,” (Y/N) giggled. In fact, John had taken the game to the house he and Mary shared, declaring that it was 'better this way.’

“It’s a stupid game, anyway,” Sherlock said, eyes narrowed. “It’s wrong.”

The younger woman was silent for a few seconds, thinking about what else they could do. It wasn’t too late, it was only just coming up to ten. Sherlock had promised her that he would spend the night doing whatever she wanted but she wasn’t sure what it was that she wanted to do.

“You know that feeling when somebody asks you what your favourite book is and in that moment your mind goes completely blank and you can’t remember any books that you’ve ever read?” she said.

It was a rhetorical question; Sherlock knew that but he couldn’t help himself.

“No,” he said as she finished with, “well, that’s me right now.”

Silence fell across them again.

“How about truth or dare?” (Y/N) suggested suddenly.

“Isn’t that what teenagers play?”

“Who says we can’t play too?”

Sherlock thought about it. “Alright,” he agreed, “but we only get to chose truth three times.”

(Y/N) smirked. “Well then, Mister Holmes, truth or dare?”

Half an hour later, the youngest Watson and the youngest Holmes had moved to the sofa, two empty bottles of Vodka and a half-full third sat on the table in front of them. They were still playing the game, only now both of them had used up all of their truths and both were slightly drunk. Surprisingly, neither of them were slurring their words just yet.

“So, dare or dare?” (Y/N) asked, leaning back against the arm of the sofa. She didn’t wait for him to reply. “You have to ring Mycroft and tell him how much you love him and how much you miss him.” She grinned wickedly, reaching her hand out and offering him his phone.

Sherlock reluctantly took the phone from the woman’s hand, unlocking it slowly. He glared at his friend while entering his brothers number and pressing the call button. It rang three times before Mycroft answered.

“Sherlock,” Mycroft sighed, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

(Y/N) grinned, gesturing for Sherlock to get on with it.

“Can I not ring my favourite brother to tell him that I love him?” he said, feigning sadness. “You must visit soon. I miss you terribly.” (Y/N) shivered at the death glare sent her way as the youngest Holmes pulled the phone away from his ear, hitting the 'end call’ button quickly before chucking the phone onto the table. “Satisfied?”

"Very much so.”

“It’s my turn now,” he reminded her, “so I wouldn’t be too smug if I were you.” He was quiet for a moment before snapping his fingers, a devious smirk spreading across his face.

(Y/N) looked at him warily, beginning to regret starting the game.

“Seeing as you brought my brother into this,” he said, spitting out 'brother’ with distaste, “you have to do the same. You’re going to 'accidentally’ call John.”

“Is that it?”

“I’m not letting you off that lightly,” Sherlock smirked. He gestured for (Y/N) to get closer to him, which she did, before leaning in the rest of the way. He whispered something in her ear and her eyes widened as she pulled herself back, a look of disgust on her face.

“You are a cruel, cruel man, Sherlock Holmes,” she complained, pulling her beaten up phone out of her pocket. She pressed down on the home button, telling Siri to call John. As it rang she breathed deeply, preparing herself for what she was about to do.

“Hello?” John’s voice spoke quietly from the speaker. “(Y/N)?”

The youngest Watson loudly moaned in pleasure, flipping Sherlock the finger as she did so. She slammed her fist against the back of the sofa, moaning again, pressing her arm against her mouth and mumbling the first name that came to her mind, muffling it slightly. “Join in,” she hissed quietly to Sherlock, careful not to speak too loudly that the receiver on her phone would pick it up.

He rolled his eyes before doing what she said, trying to make it sound as convincing as possible.

“(Y/N)?” her brother said, his voice wary. He wished that he wasn’t hearing what he thought he was.

The two continued to moan, groan and gasp until they heard the beep of the call disconnecting. (Y/N) sighed in relief, smacking Sherlock in the shoulder before reaching for her phone, desperate to tell John that it was a dare.

“No,” Sherlock said, snatching the phone from her hands. “Don’t forget, you can’t tell him until the morning.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, glaring at her flatmate intensely. “I’m going to make you pay for that,” she promised. “Just you wait.”

“I’m absolutely terrified,” he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

“You should be,” she replied, shifting so that she was knelt on the leather cushions of his sofa. She mimicked Sherlock’s devious smirk, curling her fingers around the collar of his shirt and dragging him closer to her. “You should be very, very terrified, Mister Holmes.”

Sherlock’s mouth went dry and, not for the first time, he realised how truly stunning (Y/N) was.

For the shortest amount of time, the two just stared at each other, eyes locked and neither one able to look away. She was the one to break the stare, moving so that her lips caressed the base of his throat as her hand slid from his shirt to the back of his neck, holding him firmly in place. She leaned into his body, her chest pressed against his.

“(Y/N) Watson,” he choked, “what are you do–?”

“Shut up,” she mumbled against his skin, trailing kisses up his neck until she reached his jawline. “I’m making you pay.”

She pulled her head backwards, observing his face. His beautiful blue eyes were wide open, studying her closely. Sherlock couldn’t think straight with her pressed against him like she was. (Y/N) grinned, tilting her head slightly to the right before she planted her lips on his. He reacted immediately, his lips moving against hers with ease.

One of his hands found its way to the small of her back while the other gripped at her waist, pulling her closer to him.

(Y/N) tangled her other hand in his thick black curls, tugging roughly. Sherlock opened his mouth, letting out a low moan as he did so. Their kiss was hungry, possessive and neither of them were sure why they hadn’t done it sooner. His tongue slipped into her mouth tentatively as he tasted her, earning himself small gasp.

Sherlock backed her into the corner of the sofa, shifting her slightly so that she was laid in between his legs.

(Y/N) broke the kiss for a moment, mumbling a breathless, “Sherlock.”

She had thought about this moment before, sure, but she had never expected it to actually happen. She was surprised by how soft his lips were, how skilled his tongue was, easily coaxing moans out of her.

As Sherlock crashed his lips onto (Y/N)’s again, the pair of them began to roll.

A shrill scream escaped the young Watson as the both of them crashed to the floor, one of them managing to catch their head on the corner of the table.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) yelled, rolling away from the consulting detective, hands pressed to her forehead. She continued to yell profanities while pulling her hand away from her face quickly, gasping as she saw that her thin fingers were slick with blood. “Sherlock!”

The dark haired man panicked, waving his arms around frantically. “What do I do?” he asked, eyes wide.

“John! Call John!”

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John Watson sat in his arm chair, arms crossed firmly over his chest as he stared silently at his baby sister sat opposite him, a large plaster across her forehead. He had received two calls from her in one night, each one something he never really wanted to hear.

(Y/N) hung her head in shame. Once John had arrived, he wordlessly guided his sister to Sherlock’s arm chair, tended to her wound (which, luckily, only required a butterfly stitch or two) and then proceeded to sit himself down in his old chair in front of her.

She didn’t need the consulting detective’s skills of deduction to know that he was confused, maybe even disappointed in her, although she wasn’t sure why he would be the latter. Maybe he had noticed that her lips were slightly red and swollen, much like Sherlock’s.

“Please say something,” she finally whispered, breaking the tense silence.

Sherlock on the sofa the both of them had previously occupied, watching on with curiosity.

“What do you want me to say?” John scoffed, moving his arms to the arms of the chair, leaning forwards in his seat slightly, jaw tight.

(Y/N) glanced up at her brother, shrinking back into her seat as she accidentally met his eye. “I don’t know,” she said. “Just, please, cut it out with the silence.” Receiving the silent treatment from John had always unsettled her, in childhood and adulthood, and he knew that.

John heaved a breath, burying his face in his hands. “You two realise that you’ve mentally scarred me tonight, right?”

(Y/N) glanced up at Sherlock, a look of confusion on her face. “What does he mean?” she mouthed. The Holmes boy pointed towards the ex war-veteran as if to say, 'ask him yourself.’ So she did.

“What do I mean?” John repeated, looking up from his hands. “What do I mean?” His voice began to increase in volume. “I mean, I get a call from my little sister and answer it to hear her and some bloke at it, only that bloke happens to be my best bloody friend!”

(Y/N) looked between her brother and flatmate before erupting into laughter.

John glanced between the two, brow furrowed. “What are you laughing at? This isn’t funny. Nothing about this is funny. How did you even manage to call me?” he asked, not really wanting to know the answer. In all honesty, he just wanted to forget the entire night ever happened.

“You think,” she gasped, “that that was real?”

The crease between his eyebrows got deeper. “It sure sounded real,” he said bitterly.

(Y/N) took deep breaths, quickly calming herself down. “Sherlock and I,” she began, gesturing between the two of them. John’s face twisted in disgust for a moment. She burst into laughter again.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “We were playing truth or dare,” he explained. “(Y/N) brought Mycroft into the game, so I thought it was only fair if I pulled you into it, too.”

The eldest Watson visibly relaxed, breathing a deep sigh of relief. “You wanker. You complete, utter arsehole.”

“I agree,” (Y/N) chimed in, earning herself a dark glare from Sherlock. She raised her still-bloody hands in mock surrender.

“You too!” he exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the brunette. “You were part of it! Were you just going to let me believe it was real? Do you want me to have nightmares? No brother wants to hear that.” He shuddered.

“If it makes you feel better,” (Y/N) offered, “Mycroft had to hear Sherlock tell him that he loves him.” She didn’t mention that, eventually, he would probably witness his brother snogging someone when he either checked the footage the cameras he had hidden in the flat had recorded or somebody showed it to him.

“Must’ve been terrifying.”

Brat (Sherlock x Reader)

Request:  Ok so I loveloveloVE your writing and was wondering if you could do a Sherlock x reader where she wants attention but he’s in his mind palace so she straddles him an such and she says “why won’t you give me attention” and he replies “why are you such a needy brat” and she asks him to call her a brat again Sherlock finds her kink amusing and smut ensues

Authors Note: I will burn in hell after all the smut that I have written… Oh well, not like I won’t know anyone  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Sherlock (BBC) Masterlist

- These are all Reader inserts!

|Sherlock Holmes|

Sherlock x Reader - These Words of Mine 

Sherlock x Reader- Jaw Kisses

Sherlock x Reader- Insecurities of Mine

Sherlock x Reader -  The Other Morstan

Sherlock x Holmes!Reader x John- Sidekick 

Sherlock x Reader - Tiny But Mighty

Sherlock x Reader - Keep Breathing 

Sherlock X Reader- Where My Heart Used To Be

Sherlock x Reader- The Idiot on Baker Street

Sherlock X Reader- These Wounds Won’t Seem To Heal

Sherlock x Reader- This Secret I Keep

Sherlock x Reader- The Painfully Obvious 

Sherlock x Reader- Remember How It Felt?

Sherlock x Reader- Dreams Made Alive 

Sherlock x Reader- Her Name Was Mary

Sherlock x Reader- Everyones Eyes On You

Sherlock x Reader- He Started This!

Sherlock x Reader- A Little Love and Whole Lot Of Laughs

Sherlock x Reader- Affirmation 

Brother!Sherlock x Sister!Reader- She’s My Sister

Sherlock x Reader x John- Bitterness Kills

Sherlock x Reader- Our First Kiss

|Mycroft Holmes|

Mycroft x Reader- You’re Still Here

|John Watson|

John x Reader- The Softest Touch

John x Reader- Tenderhearted 

|Eurus Holmes|

Eurus x Reader- The Art of Insanity

Proper Hello

IMAGINE: John, Mary and Sherlock are at (Y/N)’s house for dinner. What happens when John and Mary leave?

[gif is not mine. ooc of sherlock (sometimes)] 

warnings: none

word count: 740

“What is that?” Was the first thing Sherlock said as he walked into her house. “And why is it looking at me like that?” Sherlock felt a nudge behind him and he respectfully moved.

“It’s a cat Sherlock, haven’t you seen one before?” John asked as he put down his coat. “And it’s looking at you because he’s interested.” He rolled his eyes before walking into the kitchen, “Now come along, she’s waiting for us.”

Sherlock and John walked into the kitchen and was instantly filled with a delicious aroma. “That smells good, what is that?” Sherlock asked as he saw her mixing something in a bowl. He saw her hips move from side to side and gulped. ‘Don’t even think about it.’ He mentally said to his nether regions. ‘Now, is not the time.’  

“It’s lamb roast but with my father’s special ingredient,” she turned to face him and wink, “and hello. Sorry I couldn’t answer the door, I was a bit preoccupied.” She turned back around and started mixing.

“It’s okay, where’s Mary?” John asked as he looked for his wife who was around 25 minutes earlier than them. She nodded to the bathroom and John went.

“You got a furball on your leg.” Sherlock pointed to her leg, where a cat was rubbing up against it.

She stopped mixing and picked the cat up, “Him? Oh yes, I forgot to tell you I got a cat, his name is Gale,” she rubbed noses with the cat and Sherlock smiled, “he’s a bit serious sometimes though, always seems like he’s thinking. Quite like you actually.” She let Galen back on the floor and walked over to him. “Hey.” She wrapped her arms around him and smiled.

Sherlock almost instantly put his arms around her, “Hello. How have you been?” He kissed the top of her head, it may have seemed like a friendly gesture but between them they knew it meant a lot more.

“Good, now that you’re here. What about you?”

“It’s been going alright. There’s been a case that Mycroft wanted me to look at. Quite boring actually.” Sherlock rolled his eyes as he relaxed into her arms.

“Can you tell me?” She pulled away and looked at his face.

“Sorry, can’t. It’s top secret.” he winked and pulled her closer. She laughed against him and he felt the vibrations. “I missed you.”

“I know, I’ve missed you too.” She went on her tip-toes and kissed him briefly on the lips. They held on to each other, comfortable in the silence.

“What have we missed?” Mary asked as she entered the room, they quickly both pulled away. “How’s the food? Is it burned yet?”

She laughed as she walked over to the oven, “I’m glad that you have so much faith in my cooking Mary. Supper is almost ready.”

While they waited for the lamb to finish cooking, she poured everyone a glass of wine and began to talk. They talked until they heard a beeping, signalling the lamb was done. “Oh, look at that. Isn’t that a beauty?” She awed as she pulled out the lamb from the oven.

Dinner went by quickly and soon enough Mary and John had to leave. “I’ll see you both tomorrow maybe? Down by the cafe that we all like?” She inquired as she walked them over to the door.

The couple nodded, “What about you Sherlock? Wanna catch the cab with us?” John asked.

“No, we have to talk about something,” he gestured between him and her, “I’ll catch one later, or I might stay in here for tonight.” John and Mary both nodded, a grin on their faces.

“Well have fun! Both of you, and we’ll both see you tomorrow.” Mary yelled as she got into the cab.

“Don’t be late!”

 As soon as Sherlock closed the front door he was roughly pushed into her lips, which he eagerly kissed back. “You have no idea how much I have wanted to do that all night.” Sherlock left kisses all over her face, her neck and her chest.

 “I think I do,” She rubbed herself up against the bulge in his jeans, “now, let’s have a proper hello.” She pulled his head and smashed their lips together, her hands quickly removing his shirt.

“Here?” He asked breathlessly as she began working on his belt.

“Yes.”

“Little vixen.” His words were choked out as she began removing his underwear.

Needing for Attention - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case:  think about how hot this would be: reader dry humping Sherlock to get him out of his mind palace, at first he ignores it but when he can’t take it anymore he roughly takes her on his way to his room (against the wall maybe) cause he is that desperate. & anon: A fic where the reader is bored/horny while Sherlock is in his mind palace so the reader tries to get his attention by touching him and smutty stuff? & anon:  Will you do a sherlockxreader imagine where the reader goes down on him and then he returns the favor?? (I have a dirty mind 😂)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,625

Warnings: Smut - unprotected, oral (female and male receiving), rough, dry humping.

A/N: I couldn’t help but to mix the requests because I felt like they would fit and this… This was… Wow.

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Sherlock had been sitting at the exact same spot for two and a half hours. He didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, and he definitely didn’t pay attention to (Y/N).

She was used to it, really, but that night was different. Maybe the hormones, or simply her need to relieve stress, but she was horny as hell and she needed Sherlock to get her off.

“Sher…” She whispered flirtingly in his ear. The detective ignored her. “I need you to help me with a little something.”

Sherlock didn’t show any sign of concern about her innuendo. (Y/N) sighed heavily and started rubbing his shoulders. He was sitting at his usual chair. “Sherlock…” She chanted.

The detective remained indifferent to her. (Y/N) was starting to get desperate, so she did what she had never thought of doing. She got on his lap and started moving her hips back and forth as she pressed herself tightly around one of his thighs.

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Dating Sherlock Would Include

Requested and my first headcanon!

Imagine Sherlock freaking out because you forgot to tell him your parents were visiting…

Sherlock X Reader: Jealousy (nsfw)

My friend helped me write this so, thanks friend

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Every time - Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x Reader

Hey ! Let’s take a little break from writing about the batfam and give Sherlock some love. So here, number 44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN” for @whovianayesha, it wasn’t an easy story to write, I hope I didn’t mess it too much, like I hope the characters are not totally out of character, like that it’s not just PLAIN FUCKING BAD and that you’ll like it :s : 

(My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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John and Mary Watson enter yours and Sherlock’s shared apartment, and discover you laughing loudly on John’s ex-chair, in front of a very confused Mrs. Hudson. 

Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes, is no where to be seen. 

John, being the genius detective best friends understands immediately what was going on, and isn’t able to hold a little chuckle in, under the curious gaze of his wife. 

Mary turns to Mrs. Hudson with a questioning look, and the older lady answers : 

-I’m not sure what happened. They were being cute in the living room. He was trying to solve a case, sitting on the floor in front of her, she was playing with his hair oh it was so cute you should have seen it ! …And then all of a sudden, he stood up, quite annoyed, and left to go lock himself in his bedroom and she has been laughing ever since ! That happened over half an hour ago ! 

John smiles at the confused landlord, and approaches you. He lays a hand on your shoulder, and finally, you notice him. Your laughter finally subsides, and you look at everyone in the room. 

-Oh hey guys. How long have you been there ? 

-Mrs. Hudson, since half an hour apparently, us ? Only a few minutes. 

You smile mischievously and none of them can stop themselves from smiling back at you. Before Mary can asks further questions, because she’s still quite…disconcerted as to what is going on, John continues : 

-Did you say it again ? 

-I have no idea what you’re talking about John. 

-Oh come on, was he stuck on a case ? And you said it right ? 

Your smile broadens even more, turning almost sly, and in a breath you say : 

-Maybe. 

-What was it this time ? How did you annoy him ? 

-Puns. 

-Puns ? 

-Yup. Puns. Terrible one at that. 

And without any warning, you start to chuckle lowly, but it rapidly turns into a full on laughter ! 

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