Please consider: Sherlock spending some quiet time with his baby, maybe feeding him or cradling him as he falls asleep and whispering sweet nothings to the Little one (and maybe… Uses baby talk to talk to Jawn? ’tis my weakness.) Thank u for your consideration.

inchedSadie: This one really spoke to me; I hope you enjoy it, anon. 🙂

“Where’s Daddy’ little Monkey?”

Jawn looked around his blanketed space on the floor…he looked to his left, then to his right, then tilted his head back to look behind him, nearly toppling over before looking back at Sherlock with wide, attentive eyes, and shrugging.

“Wheeeerrrrreeeee’s Daddy’s Monkey?” Sherlock, who had been sitting opposite of him on the other side of the blanket, got up onto all fours. “Wheeeeerrrrreeee’s Daddy’s Monkey?!” he asked again and started to sloooooooooowly crawl across the floor to Jawn, pausing every so often like a lion stalking it’s prey.

Jawn, wearing nothing but a nappy and a smile, caught onto the game quickly and grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and grabbed the corner of the blanket up in his fist. The closer Sherlock came, the closer he pulled it to his face, hiding behind it.

“Wheeerrrrrreeeee’s Daddy’s Mon–” Sherlock was suddenly cut short when a soft, jangly infant’s block sailed across the room and bonked him on the nose. “Jawn. No-no.”

Jawn only giggled and pulled the blanket completely over his head.

Sherlock smirked and inched closer, and closer, and closer…until he was nose-to-blanket-covered-nose. “Wheeeeerrrrreeee’s Daddy’s teeny, tiny Monkey,” he sang again, barely above a whisper.

The lump underneath the blanket giggled and shrank down.

Sherlock slowly, slowly reached up, and…

….grabbed! the blanket, yanking it off of Jawn’s head. “THERE’S Daddy Monkey!!!”

Jawn squealed and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s neck; “Me, me, me!”

Sherlock laughed and sat back on his heels, bringing Jawn with him. “You, you, you!” he said in between noisy kisses all over each of Jawn’s cheeks and forehead before leaning back, so he could see his cheery little face. “Wait a moment…who’s Monkey are you again?”

Jawn wrinkled his nose, as if to say ‘who do you think you’re kidding?’ “Da’,” he said, tilting his head up for another kiss.

Sherlock chuckled, low and warm and deep, as a slow smile spread upon his lips. “You’re brilliant,” he said, and kissed the tip of Jawn’s nose.

Jawn grinned, the tip of his tongue poking between his teeth. “Da’,” he repeated, and giggled when Sherlock kissed him again. “Da’.”

Another kiss, this time on his chin.

Ah…there was a pattern! “Da’…Da’-Da’-Da’-Da’-Da’!”

Sherlock laughed out loud and kissed Jawn over and over, until Jawn was giggling and squealing too hard to babble his name anymore.

“Daddy’s loves his silly Monkey.”

“Da’.”

RP’s with Embie

@squeakpigsrevenge

sadieandmo:

He is a softe

Like a mallow

squeakpigsrevenge:

So squish

sadieandmo:

John likes to sit on the couch with Sherlock’s head in his lap, just to pet him for hours.

squeakpigsrevenge:

That face staring up at him all moon-eyed. Dummy slowly working.

sadieandmo:

Sometimes John will get lucky, and Sherlock will fall asleep right there. But he’s just as content to sit and have a quiet moment with his little boy, even if he doesn’t nap.
Every so often John’ll bundle him close and kiss his forehead. making Sherlock blink.

squeakpigsrevenge:

He’d slow grin behind his dummy and coo. John would give him literally anything he asked for in that moment. Luckily Sherlock was too little to want anything beyond more petting.

sadieandmo:

As much as John loves and appreciates the help and care that Greg and Mycroft provide for them, he really relishes the private moments when he has the baby all to himself.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Awww

Do you think he regrets sharing the baby? Like, he knows it’s selfish but….

sadieandmo:

I think so. They’re at Mycroft and Greg’s so often, it’s almost like they live there. Sometimes he’d rather just be home at Baker Street, being Daddy.

squeakpigsrevenge:

There’s no real way to reel it back either. Not after everything that’s happened. Jawn adores all the attention tho

sadieandmo:

Jawn loves it. It’s almost like having three Daddy’s at once, at least when Sherlock’s also big. But he does miss the way it used to be.
So, he ended up booking a little cottage along the coast for a couple of weeks one summer, for just the two of them.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Aww

squeakpigsrevenge:

At first Sherlock keeps looking for Greg and Mycroft even though he knows they aren’t there. But eventually he gets into the swing of things. It’s been a looong time since he had Daddy’s undivided attention. Sherlock has his charm set at 12

sadieandmo:

It’s a secluded little place about 10 minutes from the beach, so John puts Sherlock in a cloth nappy under a swimsuit, slathers him in sunscreen, and takes him to the tidal pools.

squeakpigsrevenge:

They spend hours down there, breaking only to eat a quick sandwich and change Sherlock’s wet, sandy nappy. John has to convince Sherlock that they can not ‘adop’ a crab. Or seven very ‘i’resting p’ish’. Or a very angry looking cat missing one eye and most of its tail.

sadieandmo:

“I don’t think the kitty wants to be friends, Sherlock,” he said, keeping a watchful eye as the baby held out his sandwich to share with it.

Sherlock pouted when it refused to come any closer, but just sat, watching. “Why no’d?”

“Animals are just like people, sweetheart…not all of them are nice.”

“Bu’d I y’ike him.”

“I know y’do. But he doesn’t know that, pet. He looks like he’s had a tough time.”

Sherlock sat back on the blanket that Daddy had laid out and worried his bottom lip while he watched the cat…finally, he took off the top part of his sandwich and, before John could say ‘no’, tossed it in the cat’s direction.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Omg!

sadieandmo:

lol

While most of Sherlock’s pet-searching is a failure, he does talk John into letting him keep a little snail with a bright pink, swirly shell, and a tiny mollusk.

squeakpigsrevenge:

“Sherlock.”

“Ki’ddy hun’rey.”

The cat flicked the remainder of its tail dismissively before wolfing down most of the tuna coated bread.

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“Mo’yyusks is ce’fa’pods.”

“Yes,” John agreed, carrying the bright yellow pail with their new pets, “Mollusks are a type of cephalopod.”

sadieandmo:

John helps find a big jar with a wide lid and lets Sherlock put some sand and pebbles in before they add the seawater and their new friends. “Have you named them yet?”

Sherlock leaned over the jar and stared down into the mouth of it. “Ummm…i’th boy’s or girl’th?”

“I don’t know, love. I don’t think they care.”

Sherlock held the jar up, and John put his hand underneath to keep it from tipping. “Mmm…My’coff,” he said, nodding to the snail, “An’ G’eg,” he added, nodding to the mollusk.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Omfg

*clutches chest*

sadieandmo:

lmao

John facetimes Greg and Mycroft that night, to let Sherlock introduce their namesakes. :p

squeakpigsrevenge:

Lololol

sadieandmo:

And the next morning, the cat’s chilling in the window, waiting for break’past.

squeakpigsrevenge:

“How come I’m the big ugly one?”

“Nah ug’y! Is a ce’fa’pod!”

“Oh, well in that case…”

sadieandmo:

lol…Mycroft is already on his phone, making the arrangements for a small aquarium to be delivered to Baker Street.

Please consider! Greg calling Sherlock his little pouty muffin. Thank you

Sadie:

*sigh* “You are the sourest, soggiest little muffin I’ve ever seen.“

*pouts* “Nuh-uh.”

”Yes-huh. Someone skimped out on the sugar this batch.”

”Nu–” *stops and ponders* “…Jus’ add mo’ sugars?”

”…”

”…Y’ah?”

”…Okay, you get one more biscuit because that was actually brilliant.”

Ummm… Aunt Irene breastfeeding a tiny Sherlock???? >.<

Sadie: I need more prompts like this tbh

“Oh, pet,” the woman cooed down at the overgrown infant in her lap. “What’s made you so fussy today, hm.”

Irene tried the bottle again, but the moment it touched Sherlock’s lips he whinged and turned his head away, sending droplets of milk spraying across his cheek.

“You don’t want it?” She gently wiped them away with the pad of her thumb. “You cried, I changed you…then you cried again, so I put you down with all of your toys…you weren’t happy with that either, so I’ve got you in my lap with a nice, warm bottle, and you’re still not happy. What is Auntie doing wrong, dearest?”

Sherlock whimpered and pouted up at her, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Irene smiled. “Yes, yes, I know, such a sad little baby you are,” she tutted, tapping her finger against his lips. “But I still don’t know what you’re after, pet.”

Irene didn’t expect him to answer. She hadn’t gotten more than a squeak or a squawk out of him all day, and while it had been a welcome change at first, it did present her with a new sort of challenge.

She also didn’t expect him to latch onto her fingertip, and start suckling.

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted into a small ‘o’ of surprise. “Oh,” she gasped. “So that’s what you’re after.”

Irene took one of the small pillows beside her on the couch and placed it behind his head, letting him lie back while she undid the buttons along the front of her blouse.

Sherlock watched with a wide-eyed, infantine gaze as she opened her top and reached into the cup of her bra, pushing it down to expose her breast. Then, she used her arm to replace the pillow and cradled the baby detective’s head, drawing him to her.

She gave another small gasp as she felt him latch on, and felt the pull of his tongue against her nipple. “Sorry, sweetheart…Auntie wasn’t expecting this part of the service. You won’t be getting anything this time.”

Sherlock only closed his eyes and nuzzled her breast with his nose, giving a quiet hum of satisfaction.

Irene stroked the hollow of his cheek with her finger, watching the motion of his lips and jaw.

“…I suppose that could change, with enough time and patience.”

RP’s With Embie

@squeakpigsrevenge

squeakpigsrevenge:Come along, Jawn

sadieandmo: Or conversely: “No, love…you stay with me, Sherlock. Don’t run off.”

squeakpigsrevenge: Lol yes. He’s running ahead and then dwadling behind

sadieandmo: “…Why he yell? Didn’ do nu’ffin’.” 😥

squeakpigsrevenge: Awwwwwwwwww

sadieandmo: It’s terrible, because they both know just the right words/tone of voice to get the other to go little.

sadieandmo: Sherlock’s gonna pout the rest of the day for gettin’ fussed at.

squeakpigsrevenge: “I don’t know where this attitude came from but you better straighten up.”
Sherlock just looks at him all gap jawed.

squeakpigsrevenge: Cause ‘parently pouting is attitude

sadieandmo: Sherlock gets all sullen and hugs his coat up around him…especially the collar, so no one can see his bottom lip jutting out.

squeakpigsrevenge: He’d go straight to his room when they got home. John was always smack happy when he was like this a Sherlock had to keep his bums best interests at heart

sadieandmo: Sherlock’s not quite ‘little’ little just yet…more like a sulky 6 year old. But he knows he’s getting smaller the longer he thinks about John snapping at him.
He crawls under his bed to hide away, coat and all

squeakpigsrevenge: John tries calling him for tea and gets no response. It’s been too quiet since they got home and thinks Sherlock may have aged up and gone out. They have rules against that but he’ll wait til Sherlock gets home to tell him off

sadieandmo: Once it starts getting late in the evening, though, John starts to wonder. They’re supposed to call each other if it looks like they’re going to be out past 8.

squeakpigsrevenge: He tries calling Sherlock’s cell and it rings from inside Sherlock’s room. There’s a thump and then Sherlock is crying. The phone startled him and he bonked his head in the underside of the bed.

sadieandmo:

John’s confused as all hell but the minute he hears Sherlock crying, he’s in the room and on his hands and knees by the bed. “Have you been here the whole time?…”

Sherlock cries into the carpet and nods, his hands covering the back of his head.

squeakpigsrevenge:

“Come here, sweetheart. Let Da’ see your head.”

“Hur’ds.” Sherlock wailed.

“I’m guessing you gave yourself a heck of a goose egg. Comere.”

“You gun’ ‘pank me.”

sadieandmo:

“What?” Now John really did have no idea what was going on. “Did you do something I should spank you for? Is that why you’re hiding?”

“N-no,” Sherlock snuffles in between deep heaving sobs.

“Then I’m not gonna spank you. Com’ere and let Daddy see, baby.”

squeakpigsrevenge:

“Da’yee a’ways ‘pank me.”

“Christ.” John huffed getting up and digging to the small flashlight he knew was in Sherlock’s nightstand. The little duck in hand John crawled under the bed. “Lemme see your head.”

Sherlock dropped one hand from his head to his bum.

sadieandmo:

John rolled his eyes…as if there would even be room under here, if he were so inclined.
He used the tiny flashlight and carefully felt around the mass of curls around the back of Sherlock’s head until his fingers brushed against a sizable knot that was starting to swell up.
“Yep, that was a good one.” He clicked off the light. “Crawl out and come with me.”

squeakpigsrevenge:

“No, no, no, Da’yee, p’ease.” Sherlock cried, putting both hands to cover his bum.

“Daddy’s not going to spank you. But he might if he has to haul you bodily from under the bed.” John barked, nearly smashing his own head on the way out. “Get your bottom out here, now.”

Sherlock moaned into the carpet and slowly inched his way from beneath the bed.

sadieandmo:

Sherlock slides out from under the bed and sit up on his knees as he reaches back to rub his head. His fingers brush over the lump, and his face crumbles. “Oww-wwwie!”

“Don’t press on it.” John comes over and moves Sherlock’s hands away. “You wouldn’t have bumped your head if you hadn’t been hiding in the first place.”

Sherlock just leans forward and buries his face in John’s jumper, and cries.

can you write one where Sherlock is very regressed or another john one? I have a big soft spot for that type of regression. Thank you so so much

sadieandmo:

Sadie: So do I. 🙂

If there was one thing John loved about Sherlock’s littlespace (and there were loads of things he loved about it), it was a Tiny day.

Tiny days, where Sherlock was so small as to be near pre-verbal, where John could sit or lay him anywhere and, as long as he kept within eyesight, the little detective would stay put and babble quietly with whatever toy he had in reach.

Today, was a Tiny day.

John was in the kitchen, quietly making a simple lunch for himself after laying Sherlock in the floor of the sitting room for a nap (Tiny Sherlock had a tendency to roll, and previous experiences involving the couch and a sizable goose egg popping up on his poor little forehead suggested the floor being the safest place to put him). It hadn’t been long since he’d dozed off, and John had just managed to finish making his sandwich and sit down at the table, when he began to hear little sounds of distress coming from the other room.

John frowned; those weren’t Sherlock’s usual noises. Not even when he was Tiny. He put his sandwich down, pushed his chair back, and got up to go check on his little one.

Sherlock was still where he’d left him, splayed out on his back on top of the pile of soft blankets John always laid out for his Tiny days…but he wasn’t sleeping as peacefully as he had been a few minutes ago.

The tiny detective was obviously dreaming, and it didn’t look like it was anything pleasant. His arms and legs would twitch every so often, and even from across the room, John could see his eyes darting back and forth behind his eyelids while he mumbled and made low squeaking noises that ended in whimpers…the poor thing had even spit his dummy out, and had somehow managed to knock it down near his feet.

“Sherlock…” John knelt down and lightly stroked Sherlock’s cheek with his thumb. “Sherlock, sweetheart, wake up.”

It took two more tries, and John gently shaking his shoulder before Sherlock startled awake, his eyes popping open wide and unfocused as he looked about the room.

“Shhh, hey…look, Daddy’s here, it’s alright. Look, muffin, it’s me…right here.”

Sherlock blinked rapidly, still appearing disoriented until he turned his head and his gaze finally settled on John. The look of panic ebbed away, and he gave John a faint smile.

John smiled back. “Hi, baby.”

The smile could have lasted for an entire lifetime and it still wouldn’t have been long enough for John, but it still faded much too quickly as Sherlock apparently remembered that he’d been having a nightmare; the smile faded and he reached for John, his chin dimpling as his eyes began to well up with tears.

“Aw, no…did my little baby have a bad dream,” John cooed as he helped Sherlock sit up and then held him to his chest. “That’s all it was, sweetheart. Just a bad dream.” He carded his fingers through Sherlocks’ curls and cradled the back of his head as he rocked him, right there on the floor, and kissed his damp little forehead.

Sherlock tucked his arms in between them and sucked his thumb while he lay there, sniffling.

“Poor baby. Do you want Daddy to make you a bottle?”

Sherlock nodded, but the moment John started to pull away and stand up, he let out a weak, strangled cry, and John knew he wasn’t going anywhere at that particular moment.

“Alright, we’ll wait a little bit first,” he said, and continued to rock his little one.

~*~*~*~

…He still loves Sherlock’s Tiny days.

can you write one where Sherlock is very regressed or another john one? I have a big soft spot for that type of regression. Thank you so so much

Sadie: So do I. 🙂

If there was one thing John loved about Sherlock’s littlespace (and there were loads of things he loved about it), it was a Tiny day.

Tiny days, where Sherlock was so small as to be near pre-verbal, where John could sit or lay him anywhere and, as long as he kept within eyesight, the little detective would stay put and babble quietly with whatever toy he had in reach.

Today, was a Tiny day.

John was in the kitchen, quietly making a simple lunch for himself after laying Sherlock in the floor of the sitting room for a nap (Tiny Sherlock had a tendency to roll, and previous experiences involving the couch and a sizable goose egg popping up on his poor little forehead suggested the floor being the safest place to put him). It hadn’t been long since he’d dozed off, and John had just managed to finish making his sandwich and sit down at the table, when he began to hear little sounds of distress coming from the other room.

John frowned; those weren’t Sherlock’s usual noises. Not even when he was Tiny. He put his sandwich down, pushed his chair back, and got up to go check on his little one.

Sherlock was still where he’d left him, splayed out on his back on top of the pile of soft blankets John always laid out for his Tiny days…but he wasn’t sleeping as peacefully as he had been a few minutes ago.

The tiny detective was obviously dreaming, and it didn’t look like it was anything pleasant. His arms and legs would twitch every so often, and even from across the room, John could see his eyes darting back and forth behind his eyelids while he mumbled and made low squeaking noises that ended in whimpers…the poor thing had even spit his dummy out, and had somehow managed to knock it down near his feet.

“Sherlock…” John knelt down and lightly stroked Sherlock’s cheek with his thumb. “Sherlock, sweetheart, wake up.”

It took two more tries, and John gently shaking his shoulder before Sherlock startled awake, his eyes popping open wide and unfocused as he looked about the room.

“Shhh, hey…look, Daddy’s here, it’s alright. Look, muffin, it’s me…right here.”

Sherlock blinked rapidly, still appearing disoriented until he turned his head and his gaze finally settled on John. The look of panic ebbed away, and he gave John a faint smile.

John smiled back. “Hi, baby.”

The smile could have lasted for an entire lifetime and it still wouldn’t have been long enough for John, but it still faded much too quickly as Sherlock apparently remembered that he’d been having a nightmare; the smile faded and he reached for John, his chin dimpling as his eyes began to well up with tears.

“Aw, no…did my little baby have a bad dream,” John cooed as he helped Sherlock sit up and then held him to his chest. “That’s all it was, sweetheart. Just a bad dream.” He carded his fingers through Sherlocks’ curls and cradled the back of his head as he rocked him, right there on the floor, and kissed his damp little forehead.

Sherlock tucked his arms in between them and sucked his thumb while he lay there, sniffling.

“Poor baby. Do you want Daddy to make you a bottle?”

Sherlock nodded, but the moment John started to pull away and stand up, he let out a weak, strangled cry, and John knew he wasn’t going anywhere at that particular moment.

“Alright, we’ll wait a little bit first,” he said, and continued to rock his little one.

~*~*~*~

…He still loves Sherlock’s Tiny days.

Everyone’s prompts are so wholesome, but I’m gross so I’d love something more on the sexually explicit side of things … Johnlock or involving Greg or Molly or whatever 🙃

Sadie:

“Slowly, Jawn, slowly…don’t rush.”

“Like this?” Jawn touched the vibrator to the front of Sherlocks’ nappy again, making the little detective gasp sharply and then throw his head back against Greg’s shoulder, moaning.

“Very good, just like that.” Greg grinned like the cat who’d caught the canary, and gave Sherlocks’ exposed neck a kiss. He held the man spread-eagle in his lap, arms pinned behind his back, thigh splayed over his own thighs, wearing nothing but a nappy and an expression of blissful agony.

A devious little doctor in similar dress knelt on the floor between their legs, taking massive, rock-hard pleasure in torturing his captured companion with a heavy duty vibrator, rubbing it slowly up and down the front of his bulging nappy.

Jawn giggled darkly as Sherlock groaned again and arched his back, trying to push himself against the source of the vibration, but Greg held him firmly in place. “No-no-no,” Greg chided, and clucked his tongue. “Good little boys have to ask first…and you are a good little boy, aren’t you? My good, beautiful little boy,” he murmured in Sherlocks’ ear as he nuzzled his nose into his dark, sweat-damp hair, and took a deep breath…

He could smell the desperation. The torment.

Sherlocks’ breath came in quick little pants; music to Greg’s ears. “G-goo’, g-good b-boy,” he stammered. “I, I’m a g-good booooOOOOOOHHHGOOOOODDDAAAAMMMMMIT!!!”

Greg’s head snapped down…Jawn had somehow managed to work the vibrator right inside the leghole of Sherlock’s nappy and while Greg had to applaud the initiative, he didn’t want their game to end so…quickly. “Jawn, no-no!”

Jawn instantly pulled the vibrator out and his it behind his back, while Sherlock keened at the loss.

“What did I say?” Greg scolded, trying to remain serious while Sherlock rocked and rutted his hips in his lap. “I said slowly, didn’t I?”

Jawn pouted, and nodded.

“Then follow directions, or you don’t get a turn.”

Jawn looked stricken. “But I want to play with his bum, too!”

“Then be a good boy for Greg and follow instructions.” Greg switched Sherlocks’ wrists to one hand, then reached around and gave the front of his nappy a good, hard squeeze, making him moan in a gorgeously pained way.

“Now, do it again…slowly.”

I have a prompt, if you’re up to it. I know you write the boys around the age of two, but what if John regressed even smaller one day, like a /baby/ baby, and Sherlock got to be the big brother for a day? Just a random idea should you want to do it.

Sadie: I’ve been getting so many good prompts lately! These are gold, guys!

“My’coff?”

“Yes, Sherlock?”

Sherlock looked up at his big brother from the floor. “Why, um, why is Jawn…” He looked back down at the extremely regressed man laying on a pile of blankets next to him, chewing an infant’s squishy, fabric block, then turned back to Mycroft. “Why is Jawn so, um, so qui’id?”

Mycroft pushed his chair back from his desk, stood up, and came over to them. He stooped over Jawn, gazing down at him, then reached and gently took the block from his hands and gave it a small shake in front of the little doctor’s nose, making it jingle. “Because he’s a very tiny little baby today, isn’t he?” he said with a fond smile playing on his lips.

Jawn responded with a big, toothy grin and a happy gurgle.

Sherlock watched, fascinated. Jawn was never this tiny. Never tinier than him. “A y’ittle baby?” he asked, crawling closer.

“Gentle,”Mycroft reminded him, and then handed Sherlock the jingly block. “Can you be a good big brother and play with him while I warm a bottle?”

Sherlock’s head snapped up, his mouth open in a ‘O’ of surprise. “Big br’ovver?” he asked, his voice soft with mild awe. He’d never been a big brother before.

“Yes, a big brother.” Mycroft stood up and ruffle the front of Sherlock’s hair. “Would you like to give him his bottle when I return?”

Sherlock’s eyes widened, and he beamed up at his brother. “Y’ah, p’ease!!” he babbled, returning his attention back to Jawn. “I do i’d!!”

“Then play nicely…I’ll be in the kitchen if he begins to cry.” Mycroft made his way out of the room, but stopped just on the other side of the doorway, out of sight, and peered back in…

Sherlock had picked up a different soft block from the pile nearby, and was squeezing it to make it squeak in Jawns’ face right before pulling it away as the little doctor reached for it, kicking his feet and giggling.

Mycroft waited until Jawn finally caught on to the game and succeeded in grabbing Sherlock by the wrist with a clumsy hand, making Sherlock cheer “Yay, Jawn di’ i’d! You di’ i’d!”, before he turned away to go make the tiny doctor a bottle.

Mycroft smirked; of course Sherlock would be a good big brother. He had, after all, learned from the best.

Flowers and Showers (or, in this case, a Bath) – embalmer56, sadistically_sweet – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

squeakpigsrevenge:

Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Age Play, Fluff without Plot, Diapers, nappies, Dummies, Pacifiers, Little Sherlock, Babysitting, Ageplay, Little Sherlock gets to do a science!
Series: Part 2 of The ‘Co-’ Series
Summary:

Just a lazy afternoon at the elder Holmes brothers’ house.

Final chapter!!!! @sadieandmo we are ammmmazin’!!!

aos is being a butt and says i wrote this chapter but it was 10/10 a beautiful co-lab with Sadie!!!!

Flowers and Showers (or, in this case, a Bath) – embalmer56, sadistically_sweet – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]