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Sherlock x reader - days with you

Hi! Could I please request a Sherlock x reader, where she is really adventurous and always drags him on little trips like picking trains at random and seeing where it takes them. She’s also the kind of person people just talk too. He finds it incredibly endearing and adorable. So he happily drops whatever he is doing to follow after her to the shock of everyone. She’s kinda like his sunshine sorta? If that makes sense, sorry if thats way way to much. Love your writing btw!!! - Anon💜

You were scrolling through your laptop, bored as anything while you were listening to Sherlock mumble on about not having anything to do.

“Why not go out somewhere?” Mrs Hudson smiled.

You looked up at her and grinned as you put your laptop away and rushed to pull your jacket on.

You grabbed sherlocks and tossed it over to him with a huge smile on you face as you grabbed both his and your wallets, taking the keys from the side as you held your hand out to him.

“Come on!”

“Where?”

You gave a small shrug and wiggled your fingers at him.

Sherlock said nothing as he pulled his jacket on and walked over to you, letting you take his hand and drag him out of the flat as you shouted bye to your landlady.

You were practically bouncing with excitement as you walked.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

Sherlock furrowed his brows a little bit as he glanced down at you before looking back at the street.

“You don’t know where we’re going do you?”

“Nope!”

Sherlock rolled his eyes, he wasn’t shocked you didn’t know. You would tell him about your random little adventures, and sometimes you would drag him along.

He hasn’t come on one of your random adventures in a while, so he wasn’t sure what to expect this time, last time you took him shopping.

“You know I could be doing other things.”

“But you’re not.” You beamed.

You let him go so you could get to the underground and he followed you to the train.

You jumped on a random one, and sat down while he sat next to you.

He scrolled through his phone while you kept track of what stops your were passing.

You finally found one that interested you and you urged Sherlock to follow you, as he did carried on looking through his phone.

You had a light grip on his hand as you simply just wondered the streets, and finally you found something that looked interesting to you.

Sherlock finally put his phone away and looked at what you were looking at.

“Book store?”

“Yup! Let’s see what they have!”

You took him inside and finally let go of his hand as you started to browse some of the sections.

While you did Sherlock was stood behind you the whole time, occasionally looking at a book that you showed interest in.

While he was looking at some books for you, he heard you talking to someone and looked up to see who it was.

He didn’t know them, and you didn’t seem to recognise them either but you looked pretty happy to just be talking so he left you be.

He went to buy a few books and held the bag in his hand as he walked back over to you still chatting away with someone.

“Hey Sherlock! This is Mark, he works at this shop part time, he studies criminology isn’t that cool?!”

Sherlock hummed a little bit.

“It isn’t the worst of choices to study.” He replied.

You rolled your eyes at him and bid goodbye to your new friend before letting Sherlock lead you from the bookstore.

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

“Uh… yeah. Can we get food now?”

“Pick a place.”

You picked a small cafe and Sherlock went to order your food before sitting back down, handing you a cup of tea.

“So what did you buy?” You asked him.

“Oh, right. Here.”

He handed you the bag to look through as his phone started to ring.

He excused himself and answered it, getting up to bring your food over before he sat down again and listened to whatever was being said on the other side.

“I’m busy Lestrade.”

You looked up in curious.

“Give John the case, I’ll look when I am home.”

Sherlock huffed a little before replying to the detective again.

“I don’t care, I’m out with (Y/N), you can wait.”

With that he hung up while grumbling and you smiled a little bit at him.

“Sherlock if you need to go we can head back.”

“No, it’s fine. That can wait.”

“Are you sure? It sounds like Lestrade could really use your help.”

“He can handle it himself, he’s a big boy. Now, where are we going next.”

You smiled at Sherlock and took a sip from your tea.

You gave a small shrug as you looked out of the window.

Sherlock kept his eyes glued on your smiling face, and he cracked a small smile as he watched you simply just watch the outside world go by.

You were always so happy, so content, and it made him feel at ease.

He had been waiting for a case for days, but he would never give up a day with you just for a case

𝓓𝓪𝔂 14 - Solving A Case || BBC Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

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Summary: Sherlock insists that you visit him, but his motives are rather unclear.

Warnings: some undressing

Word count: ~ 800

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: the prompt for today is: Undressing

"Good morning, Mrs. Hudson!" You shouted before going straight to Sherlock's apartment.

A completely unknown reason prompted him to contact you, asking you to go to his house immediately.

Sherlock walked down the front hall and glared at you, cocking his one eyebrow up, as soon as he heard your sweet tone echoing off the walls. "You're running late, Y/N."

As you tried to remove your scarf, you nodded. "I know, I am so sorry, it wasn't my fault..."

"You say it wasn't your fault?" He inquired.

"Of course it wasn't. They fixed a sidewalk on the way from my flat, so traffic was a little chaotic," you said finally as you removed your coat and scarf.

His frown had been replaced by a smile on his lips. "Don't worry, I'm aware of it, and I calculated that you might be late. Let us not waste any more time. Please follow me."

After throwing your stuff on the couch, you followed him quickly with an eye roll. "We were going to meet later anyway, so what's the big deal?"

Sherlock looked at you as soon as the door to his office closed behind you and said, "Undress."

Not sure if you heard it right, you blinked and looked around awkwardly. "Excuse me? What?”

"You heard me. Undress, Y/N," he repeated, looking at you.

As you took off your shoes, a look of confusion still appeared on your face. "Like, you want me to take off everything?"

Sherlock cocked his eyebrow at you. "Did I tell you to take your shoes off? I told you to undress."

"I wouldn't take off my skinny jeans with shoes on," you rolled your eyes and then smiled.

It hit you then - there was no doubt your dear boyfriend was eagerly awaiting tonight's date. Revealing your bra, you slowly took off your shirt. It was only a matter of time before your pants followed, revealing matching bottoms. "Sherlock, you might have told me earlier that you cannot wait to see me that much."

He walked to you and traced his fingers along the stripe of your bra, humming to himself. He put hands on your shoulders and slowly turned you around to take a look at your bun.

There was something odd about this, but Sherlock was always odd, so you didn't pay much attention, but when you didn't reach any good conclusions, you started to wonder. "Sherlock? What are we doing exactly?”

"I'm undressing you," he told you simply, pushing his hands beneath the straps of your bra, tugging them down your shoulders, cupping your breasts after.

You gasped and bit your lips, smiling at him. "Well, I can see that. You want to take stuff slowly today?"

"Maybe," his response was brief.

Playing with your bottom lip, you nodded, staying quiet, enjoying his touch.

Soon, his hands moved from your breasts down your body, through the stomach, until they reached your thong.

As his hand reached lower, you let out another soft gasp that filled you with goosebumps.

Sherlock's hand played with your thong, and soon he pushed the material down your legs, slowly and constantly, humming at the softest of your skin under his calloused fingers.

When you stepped out of the panties, you realized you were fully naked in front of him. Like every time, it made you blush. "Sherlock, stop playing with me."

He put hands to your shoulders and slowly caressed down them; his touches soft and delicate like a summer rain. "Good, good, very well." Soon, he turned you around and took one more glance over your curvy hips and fully breasts and thighs.

As you stared at the door in front of you, you were confused. Usually, Sherlock took things slow and unexpectedly, but this was getting silly.

Suddenly, he sent you a warm smile. "Ok, I'm done, you can get dressed, if you want, of course."

"What?" You asked quietly, looking at him. "Excuse me? What do you mean you are done?”

"I am solving a mysterious case. The deceased woman was your size and I had to check something. Thank you for helping me get the clue that the killer had to be left-handed."

"Wouldn't it have been easier to go touch the actual body instead of dragging me all the way here?" You asked.

"Why touch some random, cold Noddy when I have you in my reach, my beautiful?" Sherlock walked back to you and kissed your cheek.

"Well, it seems like your hobby," you grumbled, annoyed by the kiss. "But maybe you could take a little break?"

His eyebrow went up slowly and a cocky grin appeared on his lips. As Sherlock started unbuttoning his plain shirt, he nodded. "I like this idea, Y/N."