#my alleyway

[bakerstreethound]

A Single Touch

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, hints of soft (sub) husband Sherlock/dom Sherlock, gentle teasing, mentions of marking, tenderness, and feelings

Summary: A peaceful afternoon in 221B takes a turn when you become insistent on needing Sherlock's attention and he indulges.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I hope you are all well. I hope you enjoy this little treat for I adore Sherlock so and he deserves the love and attention even when he can be annoying. Special thank you to @strangelockd for beta reading and loving this story from its conception. She is now the official aunt of this fanfic. As always, comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

You smile to yourself as you look around 221B, enjoying the rare peaceful afternoon on the couch, your favorite book discarded on the coffee table. Sherlock’s features are calm and relaxed and you grin despite yourself, knowing how much he hated to admit he liked this…whatever this supposed routine had become.

Your fingers ruffled gently through his curls, his breath coming steady, occasionally shuddering when you tugged harder on them to tease him. You gaze upon him fondly, watching his cheek quiver, lips pursing while he flips a page of his novel.

So that’s how it was going to be, then. You smile to yourself, for you do so love a challenge. 

Carefully you tug his curls once more, earning a raised brow in return, until you reach for the book, pulling it from his grasp, not before inserting the bookmark into place; you don't have the heart to dog ear the page like a heathen. 

“I was reading that,” he huffs, feigning annoyance, yet his eyes shimmer in mischief and mirth. 

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Surely you can think of something.” 

He shifts, sitting upright on the couch, watching you intently, dark fierceness flashing for a moment in his eyes. “I’ve considered no less than five options.” 

You smirk at his practicality and calculating mind, and shake your head in amusement, before you climb over onto his lap, swinging a leg over to straddle a thigh. Ever so slowly, you lean into him, pressing your lips to his forehead, relishing in the faint sigh he releases.

His grip on your waist tightens as you settle yourself fully, tracing a thumb along his lower lip. You relish in the widening of his eyes, the faint twitch of his cheek, mind, and body fighting to take over whatever impulses have him in a frenzy.

You adore the push and pull and could fall into it for eons. With him, every touch, every instinct of yours screams yes for it all is right, almost too good to be true. 

“Damn you.”

“Whatever for, dear boy?” You murmur not a care in the world, nuzzling his neck before grazing your tongue over a sensitive spot, relishing in the way his shoulders tense as he fights off a shiver. 

He says nothing else as you continue on your merry way, smirking to yourself at his reactions, the way he gripes your waist tighter, fighting off the anticipation of your lips latching on to his neck for what feels like the hundredth time.

Even if it is the hundredth time, he wouldn’t tire of it for a moment, for it is you, and that’s all he wants. 

You in every moment. 

It’s what you want as well, want to show him how much you love and adore him, how you can never get enough of him. How you deserved him you wouldn't know for he is everything to you and more.

You press another kiss to his waiting lips which accept you eagerly, your hands running down his torso, and you sigh. 

How was this your husband? 

He softly pressed a kiss to your lips and you gracefully fell into the feel of him, wanting to adore him. Your heart ached in kind, a mixture of melancholy and longing, desperation and want. It is your form of love, all because of him.

Through the years you count him as one of your greatest blessings, but the words catch in your throat when you try to speak them aloud.

You hope he knows, surely, he does for he’s the only one who braved your tumultuous shores, the depths of your heart, and still he stayed. 

He stayed unwavering and you as well through it all. Thoughts of these flood his mind, for he’s all too enraptured with your form, the way you melt into him, the way his nails dig deep into your waist. He jolts slightly at the praises that pull from your lips, a slight blush creeping along his cheeks at your words. 

“You don’t….that’s not…” he struggles to voice and you offer him a smile, kissing him once more, whispering your pleas in tandem. 

“Let me help you…” you sigh into him, tugging his lower lip, earning a low groan before shifting on his lap, his hands reading to your back, gripping you impossibly tighter. 

“Then I should help you, darling.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing tone sending shivers down your spine in a delightful manner and you welcome it. You both require a reprieve and it starts with a single touch. 

One of love. 

One of need. 

One of desire. 

One of desperation. 

That’s how you find yourself an hour later on your shared bed, engulfed by sheets and the delicious heat of his lips on your own, tongue trailing along your body, his deep sonorous baritone edging you on. 

“I said every inch, my dear,” his voice rumbles from his throat igniting your body from the inside out, “Isn’t that right?”  Your shirt slides higher up your body as inch by inch your upper body is revealed to him and Sherlock smirks, delighting in the situation. 

You roll your eyes, shuddering as his hands grip you tighter, before pulling the rest of your shirt off, promptly discarding it on the floor, not a care in the world. His gaze bores into your back and you fight off a shiver to no avail.

You can feel his smirk searing to your back before he presses the gentlest kisses along your spine and you melt in kind before he sucks a mark, making you squirm. 

“Not…fair…”

“Nothing about you is fair,” he growls.

You groan in kind, letting him do as he pleases, pulling you impossibly closer to him, heat radiating between you, sending you aflame. It was only a shift of the hand, a brush against his wrist, and the tension filled him to the brim like lightning before it struck.

You shudder when his finger brushes back along your body, melting, completely undone by him and his embrace. He traces the marks he made along your spine, and you bite back another whimper, causing him to whisper in your ear. 

“I want to hear you make those pretty noises for me, alright?” 

You swallow, knowing he’s not asking and when he kisses you heatedly, you let yourself fall into the abyss and infinite as you’re made one, relishing in the warmth, and eternal bliss you fall into every time you’re here safe in his arms. 

All it takes is a single burning, aching touch. 

And you fall together. 

Down in the abyss where love and pleasure combine, something else you can’t quite fathom or remember, but it’s enough. All you could ever want and more; the gasped pleas from parted lips, hand entangled in those sinful curls, your bodies forever intertwined. 

******

#sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfic #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock tv #my writing #my alleyway

[cloferatu]

#my alleyway

[rileyclaw]

emerald trio: enigmas to all, but most especially amity blight

#like have u ever had someone step on ur back after a long day of being hunched over. #its HEAVENLY #the owl house #toh #emerald trio #toh s3 #gus porter #willow park #hunter toh #this comic is dumb. i just want to draw dumb things. crawls into a cardbox box in a rainy alleyway so pitifully #amity blight #toh comic #fanart #my art #need someone to do this to me rn actually ive been hunched over all day drawing #fsghdjfhsjdfs

[denkisauce]

best genre of photo actually

#the first time i did whippits i was in todoroki cosplay in an alleyway last halloween and that’s the only way i ever wanna do dr*gs #tw drugs #how do i even tag this #tsuyu asui #froppy #kill la kill #ryuko matoi #sonic #????? #idk who the top right girl is but i’m in love with her #cosplay #my stuff

[rokipu]

I can't believe today was a good day

#trigun #vash #wolfwood #vash the stampede #vashwood #what if we were both guys and we sat in a cool alleyway in comfortable silence #And I shared my donuts with you #roki trigun

[yourlocalabomination]

Hey, Dickhead!

*smashes your face in with a crowbar*

#if I had a nickle for everytime Ted spankoffski beat a character played by Jeff in the face with a metal object I’d have 2 nickels #my question is how did he obtain the crowbar? did he find it in an alleyway? did Teddy randomly have a crowbar in his studio apartment? #I like to think that Ted specifically went and bought the crowbar with the last 20 bucks in his wallet purely just to smack Kilgore with it #anyway big fan of how unhinged Ted is in this scene we need more of it #formal pertition to give Ted spankoffski a crowbar again and just set him loose into the wild. I just wanna see what he does with it. #(please ignore how I don’t know how to do side profiles I’m working on it okayyyyyyy) #ted spankoffski #theodore spankoffski #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #starkid fanart #fanart starkid #time bastard #time bastard nightmare time #starkid time bastard #nightmare time #hatchetfield nightmare time #starkid nightmare time #nmt #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #fanart #my art

[boreaswrites]

hate to break it to you

#me too empty pools vacant alleyways me too #mcr5 #my chemical romance

[sensitiveheartless]

Ok, so Muppet AU! Every ability user in canon is a muppet, except for Dazai, who nullifies both abilities and the physical state of being a muppet!

Now that that’s established:

Bram is already kind of a muppet, right?

(Whenever Bram spreads the vampirism, the newly infected muppet just gains a pair of glued-in fangs)

Corruption is just muppet-Chuuya on a string, being swung wildly about like the killer rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Imagine you are a muppet for as long as you can remember, and then one weird human pokes you, and suddenly you are also human for the first time alsksjdjf

Oh and the best part of this AU is Ranpo!!! Because if Fukuzawa convinced Ranpo that he had an ability when he was fifteen, then that means that Fukuzawa simultaneously had to convince a human boy that he was a muppet.

And Ranpo believes this for years.

Ranpo, a human man: “Haha, I have the best ability in the agency! >:D”

Atsushi, a tiger-muppet who has just learned how all this works:

#this is how my brain copes with being cooped up apparently #I cannot properly express just how much the Ranpo bit has been making me crack up it makes me so happy #also holy shit dazai and fyodor’s dynamic is so funny too #breaking news: man has extremely antagonistic relationship with a muppet bent on destroying all muppets #the fuckingg— the alleyway scene. oh my gosh. DEAD APPLE #Dazai sitting at a table with TWO MUPPETS who then proceed to STAB HIM #Dazai having a normal one dkdjfjfjf #don’t mind me I’m losing it #bsd muppet au #bsd #my art #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd bram #bsd fukuchi

[leo-bandito]

alyx & some sort of half life creature? a snark or vortigaunt or something

Snark Saturday (Tuesday)

#I love Snarks so bad they’re so cute and funny and I love when you throw them at the marines in hl1 #I think alyx does this with the combine also. just opens a jar and sets them loose down the alleyway #I love alyx so bad…… I’m doin a whole sketch page w her I love her so much #she’s running around in my brain and I’m running around and we’re looking at cool bugs and fish #GODDDD she would love river monsters….. #alyx vance #half life 2 #half life alyx #half life #hl2 #hla #hl alyx #Doodles #requests #half life snark

[espeartz]

Knight Airi changed my life

#momoi airi #airi momoi #project sekai #prsk #prsk fa #hatsune miku colorful stage #my art #this set killed me in an alleyway #shot dead like a sick horse #more more jump #mmj fanart

[kerodevil]

welcome home but its a 90's edutainment game

#welcome home #wally darling #this drawing beat me to a pulp in a dark alleyway and stole my money

[bakerstreethound]

Heavy is the Burden

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x gender-neutral reader

Warnings: comfort, soft Sherlock, gentleness, pure fluff, mentions of anxiety, loneliness, panic, and sadness

Summary: After a long day of errands and classes, you finally return home seeking solace and basking in the warmth of Sherlock.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 765

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I know I haven't been as active writing fic as I have in the past year, but inspiration struck me a few days ago and I managed to write a little comfort story. I hope you enjoy! My summer classes start up in a few days so I hope to find time to write even then for my beloved detective. Graphic by @firefly-graphics. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Time trudges on, even when you open the door to your flat, closing the door softly, the grocery bags and your backpack hanging off of you adding to the weight of your exhaustion.

You don’t want to think about the endless list of words going through your mind, determined to overload your evening and the next before they have begun. Such is the toll of an anxious mind, always on edge waiting for something to happen, sending you into a panic.

It’s a burden you carry the push and pull thriving off chaos, with you addicted as it holds you in your clutches, your form of motivation. The notion of rest exhausts you as you set the grocery bags on the counter and your backpack on a kitchen chair. 

Methodically, with practiced ease, you assemble the groceries out of the bags and put them away by memory, your brain on autopilot.

Everything is in its place, your heart calms its rapid beats, and you take a deep breath. The same goes with your backpack as you take it to your bedroom, place your laptop on your desk, and hang the bag over the chair.

You take another breath, inhaling the fading scent of Sherlock - leather, musk, and faint cigarette ash. Your heart twinges at the thought of him, how he holds you, caresses you. It’d been a while since you had seen him between you working late and him solving cases with John.

You can’t remember the last time you’ve properly relaxed without some garish nightmare plaguing your thoughts or worrying about the best way to structure your days. 

These days your mind is both your greatest asset and enemy, causing you more than enough heartbreak for a lifetime. You take another breath and change your clothes into something more comfortable, a clean but beloved graphic tee paired with soft lounge shorts and one of the many hoodies Sherlock liked to steal and wear from you.

You inhaled, catching his scent again, only this time your eyes well with tears, the full brunt of the week hitting you in tandem. 

Despite your apprehensions, your tears fall and you cocoon yourself in a blanket wishing it were a hug instead. Your eyes close and you find yourself drifting and you let the burden slip away, falling into that lovely abyss of sleep. 

A soft gentle warmth soon encompasses you and you draw to it, a moth to a flame, nuzzling into a familiar chest, the scent of familiarity, of home enveloping you. 

“I’m here, I’m home,” he murmurs into your ear unsure if you’re completely awake, but you adore it, adore him all the same. 

You shift against him, nuzzling deeper into him and he chuckles, pulling you closer so you can hear the steady thrumming of his heart, the one he told you on quiet darkened nights that it belongs to you.

“You’re back, you came back!” You mutter softly, burying your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, your warm cocoon of a blanket slipping from your shoulders. You don’t care for he’d returned to you and you want to shower him in kisses. 

He chuckles, stroking your back, sending shivers down your spine and you press up closer to him, basking in the simple warmth of him, not having to speak a word. He knows the mood you’re in, anxious yet somber, sad but bone-weary sadness that’s embedded deep in your body, part of your soul. 

“Shall I warm us up some soup?” he asks, his fingers threading through your hair gently, making you melt impossibly more. 

You yawn at the thought of warm soup, and the crunch of toasted bread. “Only if I make us grilled cheese to go with it.” 

“That sounds wonderful.” He smiles, the corner of his lip twitching a fraction almost revealing the full shy boyish grin you’ve come to adore, the one reserved for you. 

Carefully, he helps you to your feet ensuring you are not dizzy before taking your hand and leading you back to the kitchen. Suddenly you are grateful you grabbed extra bread and cheese at the store.

You fight off a smile as you watch Sherlock scurry around the kitchen, and you toss your eyes skyward thanking quietly the force of nature bringing the both of you together.

You do not know what you would do without him, John, and Mrs. Hudson in your life. 

You wipe away a stray tear, wrapping around behind him for a hug, your hands resting along his waist. Dinner can wait ten minutes more. 

******

#sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfic #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock tv #my writing #my alleyway

[inkeyjay]

Justice, from The Alleyway Oracles

#justice #death #the tower #tarot #necromancer #fantasy #dnd #bbeg #dungeons and dragons #illustration #prints #the alleyway oracles #not my character #the alleyman's tarot

[dawnbreakersgaze]

"Dawnbreaker's dark silhouette was an intangible enigma, black coat vanishing into the shadows of the night." - Still in Dark

I have a problem, and the only solution is more Dawnbreaker, apparently.

#enjoy the 4 am edgelord edits bc all i can think about is seeing this man in a dark alleyway and making bad choices with him 🥴 #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #lnds #love & deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #li shen #love and deepspace zayne #dawnbreaker zayne #kay's edits #reminding myself of my myspace editing days 🥲 14 year old me would be so proud lmao #idec he's still hot even when emo

[iero]

It was an uphill battle but they didn't know, but they didn't know, we were gonna use the roads as a ramp to take off

#fall out boy #fob #patrick stump #pete wentz #andy hurley #heartbreak feels so good #so much (for) stardust #so much for stardust #my edit #userangelic #usernaysa #userbaby #tuserrobin #userparamore #This is the part in the MV where I knew they must have had a TON of fun making this video. #Just three dudes being dudes in an alleyway... Nothing to see here. :)

[ninjasmudge]

its his first day

#sequal to that one where mk finds maq outside in an alleyway. #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk pigsy #lmk #mk art #red son #lmk red son #my art #CUSTOMER SERVICE WILL MAKE HIM MORE EVIL NOOOO