Is extreme boredom something that happens with depression or just the feeling of nothing being exciting and just feeling completely numb… if anyone has any tips on how to get this feeling to go away or be less extreme feel free to message me…actually please do
Requested by @newts-fan-case: So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) & Anon: Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you!
Summary: ^^ That.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 2,055
Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).
A/N: God bless the sinners.
Enjoy!
“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.
“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.
“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.
“Why would anyone get arousedif they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.
“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”
Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.
She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.
“What are you doing here?” He inquired.
“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.
“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.
“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.
“No.” He said, “Actually I…”
“You…”
“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.
“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”
“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.
“Then what is it?” She asked once more.
“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.
“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.
Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”
