#strawberry sherlock x reader

[bakerstreethound]

🍓Sherlock doing this to reader 😩❤️🦋

1. whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

2. wrapping your arms around your lover's neck

3. kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips

Hello my dear @lady-harvey you sent this months ago but I hope you enjoy what I came up with. I don't even remember where this prompt list resides anymore haha. Anyways I hope you enjoy the soft boy and hi everyone, I live! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Berry Kisses

Summary: Sherlock's kisses are one thing you cannot live without anymore. He can't resist you anymore than when he's on the trail of a killer. You live for the quiet moments where you can be at peace with each other, if even for a short while.

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

You live for these moments when Sherlock allows himself to rest, a short reprieve from the demands of his day. He won’t admit it outside the doors of 221B, but when you crawl up on the bed to straddle him, he can’t look away. This is one of the best parts of his day, these quiet moments with you.

You offer a small smile in return, watching him, as his gaze meets yours his hands resting along your back, stroking and rubbing circles as you inhale deep, burying your face in his neck. It doesn’t take long before he groans while you not so subtly suck marks along his neck. 

“You’re not going to get away with that so easily," he huffs, rolling on top of you, his lips a fraction from yours, teasing you so close but he feels miles away in the moment and all you want to do is run to him and drown in his kisses.

He pins you deeper into the mattress, piercing gaze roaming along your body, causing you to shiver. It always did in his presence, your body responsive in every way, each touch and caress of his awakening the sleeping siren within. 

His lips still linger over yours, heat cascading along his body, setting fire to yours as if you are kindling ready to burst into flame. 

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” you let out the barest whisper, tongue teasing along your lips. 

“If that’s what you wish, yes” 

“Really I thought it’d take more convincing than that, my love.”

“Kiss me then,” he quips, it’s almost a challenge but a deeper request, He wants more oh how he aches for more of you. You’re already driving him mad being here with him this way and he wants to devour you until dawn breaks, but he lets you take your time. How willing you are to take your time, breaking him down bit by bit, his fingers digging into your shoulders with every desperate kiss, sigh, and plea you draw from his lips.

It’s an addiction you’ll never recover from but will gladly drown in tenfold if you can see this vision each and every day, of him bathed in the light soon succumbing to the shadows. 

Your arms immediately wrap around him once more, straddling his waist and peppering his face with more kisses. He savors it, letting you do as you wish despite the protests of his mind. He wants you, yearns for you terribly but he wants, oh how he wants more. 

He finds himself fixated on your nose, and so he caresses your jaw, cupping his face in your hand to stop you from your conquest on his neck. He barely pecks your nose, grinning at the amused laugh that follows, but his lips remain along your body trailing from your cheek, fluttering along to the corner of your lips before finally kissing you properly. You groan at the contact, somehow pulling him impossibly closer, falling into his adoration and warmth. 

“I need you,” you sigh softly, your heart aching. You’d feel so empty without him, but his lips are your salvation dragging you into the light, saving you from drowning in the depths of your mind. 

He obliges, turning to press you into the mattress, pulling you under him not intent on letting go. “So good for me,” he murmurs, words muffled by the sounds falling from you, your mind comprehending nothing but him and the love he bestowed upon you. 

“You taste,” he kisses your lips engulfing you before brushing against them again, “you taste like strawberries.” 

“I see you’re catching on, how observant of you, my love.” 

His lips press against your neck, savoring the smell of you and strawberries intermingled-, and a few moments pass, his lips find yours once more, fingers carding roughly through your hair, and you groan. You want, how you want more and you let him take as much as you give, his hands falling to your waist gripping tight, worshiping you in nothing but adoration. 

You make a reality what you imagine in your dreams. You find yourself falling into him consumed by him, wanting and feeling nothing but his skin against yours, relishing the sounds falling from his lips, the weight of him on top of you filling your every need. When his hand strokes your sides a shiver follows in its wake, his hand caressing the apex of your thigh, his sapphire gaze staring into your eyes, shimmering. 

“May I?” his gaze doesn’t part from yours not when you whisper a yes against his lips, a long, elegant finger stroking you and the fire consuming you from the inside out. It’s wonderful and all-consuming like him and when he adds another, working you slow, always eager and desperate to memorize this, memorize you for he knows your body, some of the darkest parts of your souls as well and you gladly fall bringing your lips to his in a searing kiss the feeling of him and his adoration pulling the last bits of pleasure from you. There you remain, basking in the bliss, his chest rising and falling curls brushing along his brow encompassed by you in your own universe.

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[1donoow]

MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Fantastic beast [newt scamander]

harry potter [wolfstar][remus lupin][regulus black][james potter]

the black phone [vance hooper]

enola holmes [sherlock holmes]

the walking dead [glenn rhee]

outa [peter pan][felix]

maze runnner [newt][gally]

dune [duke leto atreides]

rise of the guardians [jack frost][bunnymund]

big hero 6 [tadashi hamada][hiro hamada]

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———FANTASTIC BEAST————

newt scamander

@moonlit-imagines - your husband coming home to find a baby niffler hanging from your neck

@spideyharrington - one and the same

————HARRY POTTER————

wolfstar

@wolfstardaughter-jj - like fathers,like daughter

@masivechaos - you remind me of him

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

remus lupin

@ddejavvu - grumpy remus x sunshine reader

- ___

- y/n loving when remus ramble

- sleepy cuddles with remus

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

regulus black

@ddejavvu - the reader intentionally mistook sirius as snape

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

james potter

@reysdriver - lucky charm

———THE BLACK PHONE———

vance hopper

@angelofthenight - are we about to kiss?

@mirrorballshiningjustforyou - vance with a opposite reader

- vance x cheerleader reader

————ENOLA HOLMES————

sherlock holmes

@marvelousmando - the game is afoot indeed

@love-strawberry - we'll be alright

@st-juliet - pulse point ♡

———THE WALKING DEAD———

glenn rhee

@the-daily-multi-fandom-post - gleens lover girl

@refiwrites - tepidity

@captain-tch - trinkets

——————OUAT————————

@thepiratequeenofneverland - A Poly introduction

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

peter pan

@heliads - dating peter pan would include

@evangeline-perry - peter pan relationship

@bad268 - peter pan fluff alphabet

@justpan - Kindness and Cruelty 

@mysadcorner - peter with a quiet!reader

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

felix

@goldenxshine - dating felix and wearing glasses would include

————MAZE RUNNER—————

@toxicbubblegum212 - snow in the glade

@virginia-peters - ___

@givemearock - tmr boys if you gave them a rock

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newt

@heliads - men and tea

@witchthewriter - jealous newt with a medjack girlfriend would include

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

gally

@cantstoptheimagines - rbf

@writingandimagines - gally teaching you how to defend yourself

@5sospenguinqueen - dating gally would include

@gladerscake - territorial

@witchthewriter - being gally's s/o would include

——————DUNE————————

duke leto atreides

@nonpoppin - beard

@dailyreverie - you are what’s important right now

- your touch

- hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder

@starryeyedstories - like real people do

@catlordewrites - in the water

- a little less lonely

@lightsinthedistancee - how it feel to be free

@geo-winchester - like we used to be

@supernovafeather - new home ♡

@letstalkaboutshtufff - opposites attract

@pumpkin-stars - stalwart

@ophelialoveshandsomemen - you're handsome with snowflakes in your beard

——RISE OF THE GUARDIAN——

jack frost

@imagines-dreams - ___ (cupid!reader)

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bunnymund

@razzlerdazzler - bunnymund with a halloween spirit s/o who likes spring and easter

@daydreaming-away-reality - the sweetest thank you (mother nature!reader)

—————BIG HERO 6—————

tadashi hamada

@multi-fandom-imagine - pop rock kiss

- ___

@subtly-a-selkie - tadashi is here pt1

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hiro hamada

@thequeenrains - a night to a decade

@bigherosix2 - quarantining with hiro

@maycat-19-142 - ___ (poison!reader)

#masterlist #mix fandom rec #newt scamander x reader #remus lupin x reader #regulus black x reader #james potter x reader #vance hopper x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #glenn rhee x reader #peter pan x reader #newt x reader #gally x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #jack frost x reader #bunnymund x reader #tadashi hamada x reader #hiro hamada x reader

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

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Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Don't Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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[shotgunbunny]

═๑♡𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬♡๑═

WC:4.7k+ GIF by gay-bucky-barnes

dark!Sherlock X reader

{warnings: NONCON/DUBCON!! reader is sold!! mentions of prostitution in Victorian era!! misogyny!! age gap!! blood but not a lot at all!! dirty talk!! virginity loss!! breeding kink!! insane Sherlock!! murder!! like this is dark baby!! manipulation!! brainwashing?/Stockholm syndrome!! kind of a sugar daddy?!! dacryophillia!! spitting!! }

Sherlock was accustomed to lady company quite often but the problem was the fact he didn't get satisfaction from any of the the ladies. After every intimate moment he shared, a numbness settled over him faster than he expected and he would lay there miserable all while his company was perfectly satisfied.

Sherlock heaved a sigh over his problem. He didn't want to be detached from his emotions during sex anymore. He craved to be wrapped up in pure bliss with the overwhelming feelings of love too. And that was apparently too hard for the detective to find. So he had decided to take on this problem like a case.

He stood at his desk staring down at the chart of paper. He needed someone who would fit his type perfectly, and even he didn't know what it was. He grunted frustrated over this. That didn't help him get any closer. By the time he had decided to just look at a local whorehouse, convinced that there would be a lady there who would help him due to their experience, night had fallen over the London streets.

Sherlock grabbed his coat and left his cane behind, trying his hardest not to be noticed by any that would recognise him. He headed down to the pleasure house that is simply known as 'THE PINK STRAWBERRY.' Apparently there, all the women smelt and tasted of strawberries and Sherlock was positively excited to see if this was true. He entered the establishment, allowing his eyes to drag along the men that were sat in the velvet chairs.

He headed to the desk where a man dressed in a dark 3 piece sat. He looked up at Sherlock and smiled. "What can I get ya' sir?" He spoke nasily and it made Sherlock irritated yet he hid it, determined to solve his issue. "Do you have anything new? Any new deals? Anything intriguing?" The man looked around before looking Sherlock up and down. "You ain't a pig are ya'?" He whispered the question and Sherlock leaned forward, "I am not." Technically not a lie, he was a detective not a police officer after all.

"Good then. I got a new deal indeed. A new girl just came in. Innocent as can be. Naive and dumb, perfect for molding. You can have her for the night. Or you can have her forever at the right price." Sherlocks interest peaked as he thought about the offer. The molding part definitely appealed to him. Don't get Sherlock wrong he was glad that feminism was making a move into society, but he needed a submissive wife. He had worked hard and supported enough so he deserved a reward.

"I'd have to meet her." The man stared at Sherlock suspiciously before he heaved out a sigh and slid a key to him. "You get five minutes. And then it's decision time. Got it?" The man stated it all firmly all while staring Sherlock down. "Understood sir." With the agreement made the man directed Sherlock to the room where this new woman was.

He unlocked the door feeling his palms slightly sweaty from nerves and excitement over the prospect that there might be someone by his side soon. He kept his eyes on the floor as he entered the room and then turned to close the door, preparing himself to see you. He turned and his breath was instantly knocked out of his chest.

You sat in the messy silk sheets. Clad in a white nightgown that was short on you and only just hid your lady parts. The sexy lingerie pushed your breasts together perfectly and you looked like an angel. Your hair framed your face perfectly and your big doe eyes stared up at him questioningly. Scared even. He scanned the rest of you, your lips were big and plush, your skin looked soft and your legs looked positively sexy to him.

Sherlock moved to the bed and sat in front of you, cooing as you slowly moved away from him, cautious of the strange man. "Do not worry angel. I am not here to hurt you. I wish to get to know you. My name is Sherlock, what is yours my darling?" You continued to stare up at him with those big eyes, mesmerising him. You whispered your name to him, your voice a melody to his ears. He repeated your name, feeling his heart flutter over how he pronounced every syllable of your name and how it would perfectly match up with his last name.

You stared at the hulking form of the man that sat on the edge of your bed. He was handsome yet he intimidated you. His eyes were a beautiful cold stormy blue, yet the way they observed you made you uneasy. It was like he knew everything about you just from a glance. His dark brown locks looked so soft and you couldn't help be drawn into the contrast of how he looked both hard and soft at the safe time. His broad shoulders and muscular arms that were tight against his suit had you squirming over how he looked almost godly. He was a specimen of a man, but you knew he was here for something you had tried to save. Your virginity.

"Is it okay if I call you angel?" He asked gently soothing you to a degree and you nodded your head at him. Still keeping your eyes on him. "You know angel, I was given an offer to buy you. I can get you out of this place and keep you safe and warm. All you'd have to do is be my wife. I can assure you there are no bad intentions behind this. I simply wish for a pretty girls company." His voice was soft the whole time and he allowed himself to reach out and hold your small soft hand in his large one. Embracing the size difference between the two of you and how he would have to go easy on you.

"I-I wanna get out of here. But I don't even know you sir. How can I trust you?" Your curious gaze lingered on him and he smiled softly bringing your hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "You just have to trust me angel. You can ask me anything you want and I shall answer." You examined him and his soft demeanour trying to conclude if it was fake or real.

"O-okay. Why do you want a wife sir? You're already h-handsome enough. I am confused as to why you've come to a whorehouse to find a wife. It's almost ironic." Sherlock chuckled at your mumbles. "I need someone pliable to my needs. I've struggled with connecting my emotions to sexual activities so I'm seeking an emotional bond first. A whorehouse is where women are used to finding a man's pleasure, I believed they helped me. And indeed they have, they've brought me to you."

You blushed at his words, yet you remained confused over them. You had no idea what to expect from the hulking man and if you rushed into a relationship with him, you were scared of where you'd end up.

"Can I confess something Mr. Sherlock?" He resumed his soft smile allowed his gaze to soften too. "Ofcourse angel, anything to keep hearing your heavenly voice." You blushed at him before bringing your gaze to his, allowing your eye contact to hypnotise him. "How do I know you won't hurt me?" Sherlock got off the bed before he kneeled down with his hand on his heart staring up at you in the bed from his bowing position and spoke confidently. "I promise you, I would never raise my fist at a woman and I would most certainly never even dream of hurting you angel." You smiled finally and nodded at him.

He stood up and resumed his place on the bed, allowing his final few minutes of getting to know you be filled with you shy mumbles of what you liked and who you are. A knock on the door startled you and he placed a large hand on your leg comforting you. The door then opened revealing the man from the front of the house.

He started displeased of Sherlocks hand on you thigh and spoke loudly and confidently. "So, do we have a deal?" Sherlock turned his head to look at you and you stared at him. You saw his eyes scanning your reaction and you looked away with a blush, not wanting to give away the fact that you were hopeful to be leaving here and even excited to become a wife. Sherlock grinned at your shyness. "Yes we do have a deal." And with that Sherlock threw a bag stuffed with coins and notes at the man making him gasp at the amount inside.

Sherlock turned to you, and grinned making you smile too. "Come angel, let's go home."

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Adjusting to life with the detective was a hard one, a terrifying one. You never really agreed to be with Sherlock, you felt like a cattle being sold off to the next consumer where you would eventually be slaughtered and devoured. You were forever grateful to God above for saving you from marrying Sherlock as he had no time at the moment or the coming moments to take your hand.

He had often argued with himself over it and you stood looking at him. You remember when you came into his office and saw him staring at his chalk board filled with writing and conclusions and you heard his frustrated mumbles clearly. "Stupid fucking pricks. I will marry her, she will be mine and that'll show them. I'll make sure she's fucking filled with my kids, so that then you can't deny letting me marry her. And I'll ofcourse get kids. What a perfect scenario." You gulped and tiptoed away terrified.

You were often alone at Baker Street, staring longingly out of the window trying to figure a way out of this hell hole. Yes Sherlock never raise his hand at you but his insults were vile and left you heartbroken and self conscious. He often reprimanded you for ending up in the whorehouse rather than waiting for him, and when you went to respond about your father selling you he would cut you off with a glare filled with a darkness that filled your stomach with dread.

Because of the long periods of time being locked up in his house, you had become accustomed to the lay out and began to hatch out a plan of escape. You had to plan it carefully making sure that the detective didn't suspect and that you were 2 steps ahead of him. You mapped out the floorboards and the windows, even single structure of the place and began planning any route that would lead you to the streets where you would bolt and never look back.

After you had planned four pathways perfectly so that even the mighty Sherlock Holmes wouldn't even suspect, earth shattering news was given to you. You see while you thought you were cautious and cunning, you were actually sloppy. Sherlock noticed every move you made, he overlooked your plans while you slept and chuckled at how silly they were. From going under the floor boards to jumping out the window.

He knew he had to find a way to discourage this, afterall he had spent money on you and was promised a moldable doll that would fulfill his needs. And don't get him wrong, he was most definitely attached to you emotionally. Everything you did drove him crazier in love with you. From something as simple as you gentle morning breathing when you were at peace to your more fiery moods when you were planning an escape erratically. He loved your passion, your gentleness and your ever growing desires to escape.

See he also had a plan too which would boost his love for you and unite you both. Yet first he had to discourage you, crush you. And he did this by killing your parents, making sure it ended up in the newspaper where he then gave it to you. He watched with sadistic pleasure as your eyes filled with tears over their deaths. Yet he did not predict you throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing.

You longed for some form of comfort, even if it was with the man that held you prisoner. His arms were warm and for a small second that bled into a week, you felt safe. You felt comforted grieving in his arms, he promised to take care of you and he had. He was. "My Angel, you know that I adore you. I will keep you safe forever, you just have to stop fighting. Let yourself fall into being Mrs. Holmes and I'll promise you whole the world." He whispered gently into the crown of your hair, you hummed, your throat aching from crying so loudly.

And after hearing his words of adoration, you let yourself sink into him. Into his love and his comfy and soon he began surprising you. He brought you home beautiful dresses, jewelry. Anything you wished for he would bring to you. It was then that Sherlock realised the key to your heart was through money and beautiful things, so he decided to spoil you in hopes to catch you when you fell deeply in love with him.

He remembers the time he got you to wear your potential wedding dress. A long white dress covered in lace with long arms. You walked out shyly and coughed quietly. Sherlock turned and his mouth opened slightly, his eyes widened slightly and a blush coated his cheeks. With quick firm steps, he headed towards you and placed his large hands on your waist. You looked down meekly, mumbling, "What do you think?" Sherlock brought his hand up to your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. He flashed you a charming smile before he gently spoke with passion and love swirling around his eyes. "You look perfect angel. Truly sent from heaven."

All too soon you found yourself surrounded by gold and rubies, and as beautiful as they shined, but it only helped prolonged the aching in your heart. The need to run free and choose your own fate began to rise up in your blood again and you began devising your escape again. And Sherlock caught on immediately feeling his heart ache that his gifts weren't enough to satisfy you. But it was no matter, you would be thankful soon, you would worship him for the gifts he bought you.

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Tonight was the night that you escaped. You were ready, Sherlock had told you he would be working late and you faked a pout and spoke gently, "I hope you hurry home soon, I get lonely with you honey." To which he placed a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips before rubbing your noses together and replied in his soft gruff voice, "Don't worry angel, I'll be with you sooner than you think." And then he headed out the door locking it.

You looked outside and saw the darkness spread down the streets and the with a sigh, you dragged yourself to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. You were prepared to fight for your freedom. You stared in the mirror, you were dressed in your comfiest dress and you were thankful you took your corset and other accessories off. You put on sensible shoes and then heaved a breath in and out and started to undo the window lock. You heard a click and smiled.

You got up and pushed yourself out of it so that you were sat on the ledge. A cool breeze swept past you and you breathed it in. You looked down your heart hammering at the giant drop that you faced. There was a large bin beneath you thankfully yet you were still terrified. You closed your eyes and pushed off the ledge suppressing your scream the best you could. When you peaked your eyes open you saw your in the large dumpster and saw that many pillows were stacked in here to cushion your landing.

Your blood turned cold at this and you quickly scrambled out. You fell out and as you pulled yourself up, you heard the familiar taps of a cane. Sherlock knew. You froze and turned to stare at him. His face was blank and he stared at you. He spoke clearly. "You may have thought you were 2 steps ahead of me angel. But I am always a leap ahead of you. So I give you the choice. Go back to our room and your punishment won't be that bad and I will forgive you for your temporary lapse in judgement."

A pause played between the two of you and you felt tears gather in your eyes. You had come so far, you were so close. You waited for him to speak feeling your heart hammer. With a heavy sigh from Sherlock, he spoke again, his voice deepening a warning evident in his tone. "And if not, then try running and see what will happen angel. Because I can promise you, I will tear your wings off and break your halo before you can even apologize."

Your heart raced and you slowly turned gulping. You had worked too hard and with that one thought playing through your mind you sprinted and a dark laughter soon followed you. And before you could even make it to the first lamp post you were tackled onto the ground by his hulking figure. He spoke hotly into your ear, "I warned you. Now you're gonna deal with the consequences." He pulled you up over his shoulder and stomped to your shared apartment. He kicked the door down and the kicked it closed.

He stormed to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed. You gasped trying to catch your breath from crying and the fear that was vibrating in your chest. You watched as he quickly stripped from his clothes in anger. His predatory gaze settling on you immediately after his cock sprang free. You couldn't bring yourself to look at it. Instead you continued begging with your eyes to stop this but you were only met with his cold, dominating gaze.

"Strip." He said, his voice a hiss. You shook your head crying more. "Do it or I'll do it for you." You let out a pitiful sob and within seconds he was upon you and tore your dress open. Buttons popped off and seams torn, your breasts spilled free and within a few moments of them being exposed, Sherlock brought his head down and took a nipple into his mouth. Licking and sucking it, you felt yourself grow wet for him yet you held back your moans. A squeal left your lips as he quickly bit your nub and smirked. All the hike his thumb was pinching and caressing the other.

He pulled away and stared down at your tits. "Just wait til these are full of milk for our children. Your breasts will get so heavy, and I'll happily hold them. Fuck this little body is so perfect. Pretty tits to match your pretty face. I can't wait to mark them up with my bites and my cum. And don't give me any crybaby shit, this was your choice whore."

He soon tore the rest of your dress off followed by the rest of your clothing. You quickly tried to shield yourself but he was too fast. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and smiled wickedly at seeing your naked body on display to him. You slowly brought your gaze down his body, getting wet at the sight of his muscular arms and his chiseled body. And then staring in shock over his big cock. It was long and girthy. A prominent vein running from the bottom to just under the tip.

Sherlock settled between your legs, you were hip to hip and with a grunt, he grabbed his cock, and slid it up and down your folds before pushing into you ripping the air from your lungs and replacing it with a scream which was quickly muffled by Sherlock's massive hand. He stared down at where you both connected and groaned feeling your pussy tighten around him trying to lubricate itself around his massive cock.

"Fuck. You're tight little pussy is fucking perfect. So warm, so tight. It's fucking hugging my cock. Your pussy is a big a whore as you. You wanted this, you wanted me to fuck you. You wanted me to shove my big cock into your little pussy. Awwh look at your tears, you look like such a slut. Maybe that's why you were in the whitehouse, cause you're just a fucking slut."

He looked down at you and smirked and your closed eyes, he moved his hand from your mouth to your chin and then pried your lips open with his thumb and then spat into your mouth. He then held himself up with one hand, remaining perfectly still letting you adjust to his cock. He then spat on two fingers and brought them down to you clit and began rubbing viciously. He then stared down at you again and pressed his mouth to yours.

He swallowed your groans and moan and let his tongue swipe around you mouth letting him taste every part of you before pulling away while sucking on your tongue. When he pulled a way a wire of spit attached you both for a second before it broke and splattered on your face. He smirked and the felt how wet you were and licked from your cheek to your temple. You fluttered your eyes closed until his hand gripped your jaw, and took away the small bit of pleasure you were feeling. You stared up at him mortified.

"You will look at me. Understood, I'm warning you. You keep your pretty eyes on me. With your fucking pretty crocodile tears. You keep looking at me or else it will get worse. I'd hate to lay my hands on your pretty face an leave a nasty mark there."

He then began to rock his hips and let his thrusting start slow and steady. Letting your virgin cunt get used to his cock and his thrusting. He moved his gaze from your eyes to where he was in you. As he pulled out he saw bits of blood on his cock and he groaned feeling a sense of glory over taking your virginity. And after he felt that glory he let himself go and began thrusting with wild abandon.

"You were a fucking virgin. God that's so fucking perfect. My good girl. You saved this cunt for me didn't you. Ofcourse you did, you had no idea what to do with it until you met me. This is my cunt now. I'm gonna cum in it, so it's fucking mine!"

You began moaning and whining feeling bliss wrap around you everywhere. You brought you legs up to knot around his hips, needing more of him even though you didn't want more. Your small hands travelled to his broad back and began scratching it, needing to grasp something to hold onto reality from the pleasure you were feeling. You felt the knot in your stomach and unwinding and then you finally felt go and came all over his cock with moan that echoed in his head.

He placed his head in your neck and planted kissed and sucks everywhere. Covering you in his love bites and the pure fact that you were purely his in that moment nudged him closer to his climax. And then he felt your pretty pussy flutter around his cock and cum all over it. And soon he lost control and came in you. Making sure to fill you up and not let one bit go to waste.

"Fuck did so good. Did perfect. Gonna make me a father aren't you. Such a perfect little angel, such a good girl for carrying all my kids. Did so fucking good taking my cock, gonna get a ring on that finger tomorrow and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't think of anything but me. My angel. Gonna make you love me as much as I love you."

He laid on top of you and peppered your face in kisses, whispering things into your ears that you didn't hear as you were too blissed out and were close to falling asleep while he still had his cock in you. You let your eyelids close and your breathing slow as you drifted to sleep with Sherlocks cum dribbling out of you.

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You and Sherlock had moved into a much more spacious home and it was truly wonderful. The garden was big and filled with flowers and he would pick one single flower a day and present it to you before explaining the meaning. You were positively drowning in his love. So much so that you had stopped fight against it and allowed yourself to sink into it. And in return you gave Sherlock all the love in your heart too, allowing for your mind to be vacant with everything except Sherlock and your family.

Enola adored staying over to play with her nieces and nephews. In total you and Sherlock had 5 children, not counting the one that was currently in your stomach. With 3 strong boys and 2 gorgeous girls it seemed like life was complete. Enola taught them key things even if they were little, but they understood. You blamed that on Sherlocks genes afterall he was the smart one.

Speaking of, you just heard the front door close and the sudden parade of small feet dash down the hall to see their father. You giggled and continued making dinner for everyone all while pregnant and a baby in your hip. Little James was quite the mother's boy and he was clingy. Yet they all were at his age. He babbled to you as you stirred the stew, he listed colours and insects trying his hardest to remember what insect came out of a cocoon.

You heard the childish laughter getting closer and the heavy footsteps of you husband. Sherlock watched you, absolutely mesmerized by how perfect of a mother and wife you were. Don't get him wrong he still supported the feminist notion slowly rising, but he could not bring himself to allow you to do any of it. Seeing you as a reward for all his hard work. He drew his attention to James sat on your hip listening to his confused babbles.

"A butterfly my dear James." Your son's eyes lit up and you gently placed him down for him to wobbly toddle towards his dad for his daily cuddles. You smiled content at the homely and domestic atmosphere. You zoned out looking at the blue sky, still stirring the stew, completely missing Sherlock dismissing your children to go and wait in the dining room.

With gentle steps, Sherlock curled himself around you, and you leaned back into him and turned your head up and slightly turned it, and he placed a soft gentle kiss on you lips and gazed into your eyes lovingly. "How were the children, Mrs.Holmes?" You smiled, "Enola came over and kept them busy drawing, yet James decided to cling to my side and question me as to why my stomach has gotten so big."

Sherlock chuckled and moved his large hand up to your stomach cradling your pregnant belly. He placed a soft kiss in the crook of your neck before gently whispering, "And how are you my love, is our little one treating you okay?" You sighed happily feeling peace radiate through your bones and into Sherlocks. "I'm fine, they were kicking up a storm this morning but I think that's because they weren't ready for daddy to leave for work."

He hummed, "I apologize my angel. Truly, this one is going to be a little devil and I think that's my fault entirely." He said smugly. You giggled at him, and allowed him to keep cuddling you as you made dinner and settled into your husbands embrace and his dark love.

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[enzenwriting]

adore you! - (completed)

♡ Summary: Debuting as BE:LIFT Lab’s next solo artist, you reunite with your best friend Jungwon in Enhypen! With the groups’ quick fondness towards you, a certain member is sure he adores you extra with brotherly and senior care! But what if Jay finds that this doting is unlike his feeling towards his younger members because he definitely does not want to kiss Yang Jungwon like he does to you?!

Pairing: Enhypen Jay (Park Jongseong) x idol fem!reader (feat. enhypen+ other idols)

Tags: stranger to lovers, friends to lover, kinda slowburn, jealousy, idols!, lots of fluff letchugoooo!!!

Warning: probably alot of cursing, dry humour, alot of typo and no proof read writing.

Status: COMPLETED

upload schedule : —-

Author's note/AN; hello it’s me again:) I’m just trying to move on from attention please😭 so here’s another enhypen smau😭 also NOT because jay is climbing up my bias list in manifesto era

00 - Jay’s schedule / YN’s strawberry

01 - Fan acc

02 - debutnation (real)

03 - moot

04 - could be her

05 -tiktok domination

06 - hybe’s baby

07 - 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲

08 - hybe’s gym ghost (written! 2.8k words)

09 - ice cream thieves

10 - y/nstan first win

11 - sherlock gnomes

11.5 - riki stop growing

12 - I did this to myself

13 - vlive special!

14 - titanic stans

15 - bangbang@gmail dot com

16 - tea connoisseur

17 - kdrama moment (written! 0.9k words)

18 - büzzfeed cake (written! 1.6k words)

19 - he’s a 1 but

19.5 - Pokémon trainer Hee

20 - what goes on in hybe building

21 - after week club! special guest

21.5 - ice cream line

21.6 - there’s more?

22 - #YN #SHREK

23 - foot long subway

23.5 - two for a dollar

23.6 - Yang Jungwon knows something (written! 0.5k words)

24 - manifesto your man

25 - shade of yellow

26 - special MC!

27 - bisco I choose you!

28 - no comment

29 - idiot sandwich

30 - bachelorette here we come

31 - smooch your homie

32 - that one fan account (derogatory)

32.5 - down with the park!

33 - beetrayal and souper sad

34 - my mission here is done

35 - run cat boy run! pt1 (written! 3k words)

- run cat boy run! pt2 (written! 0.9k words)

35.5 - twitter discourse

36 - next phase

37 - dis-pocketchz vlive

38 - manifesting era is not over (written! 1.3k words)

39 - that’s the real dispatch

39.5 - big brain

40 - epilogue! Adore you!

40.5 - what’s after like? (6month after!)

40.6 - more than like

Behind the scene:

1 loose screw / Sunflower for 2 / 3 things?!

req: unseen shots

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction! Any idols (and activity) written and mentioned in this story/AU is not to be associated with the real idols. All images used in this AU are not mine! All images are accessed through the internet (google, pinterest, instagram, twitter and tumblr!)

#enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen imagines #enhypen smau #enhypen fluff #enhypen social media au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen park jongseong #park jongseong #enhypen jongseong #enhypen jay oneshot #enhypen jay #enhypen jay scenarios #enhypen jay park

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Red Days

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: Sherlock always knows.

Warnings: periods, slight mention of seggs

MASTERLIST

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"Oh fuck off!"

Sherlock smiled to himself upon hearing his lovely girlfriend swear the fist thing Thursday morning. He knew exactly why she's upset in the bathroom and the the sound of her opening her trusty pad only backed up his guess.

Her period has begun.

"Good morning love, sleep well?" He folded the newspaper and put it off to the side as she emerged from their bathroom. Y/N crossed the floor and sat in his lap, curling up to the warmth that his body provided.

"Good morning and there wasn't much sleeping because somebody kept me up all night." Her lips pressed against his neck as she nuzzled into it.

"I wonder who that was?" His body shook with laughter as she playfully smacked his chest.

"How are you feeling, any cramps? I know how terrible they get for you." Y/N pulled back a bit to look into his baby blues with a surprised look on her face.

"What is it love?"

"You know."

"Of course I know. For the past week we've had sex multiple, multiple times, which you initiated. Your breasts are sensitive as they are heavier and fuller than they regularly are. You've been craving a whole lot of sweets plus you've been bloated for a couple days now, I chose not to bring it up. Oh and then there's the fact that I heard you opening your pad a short while ago." Sherlock winked at her knowing that he checked all the boxes with his observations. Y/N rolled her eyes at him and placed her face right back into the crook oh his neck.

"You, Sherlock Holmes, never cease to amaze me. What am I craving now? Since you seem to know everything."

"Strawberry cheesecake and cookies 'n cream ice cream."

"Screw you." He got it right again. Chuckling, the curly haired detective kissed her head, rubbing her back soothingly in the process. A shit eating grin plastered itself onto his face as he spoke his next words.

"You already did, many times in many positions."

"Sherlock!"

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@sketch-and-write-lover @gaitwae

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[tranquilpetrichor]

afternoon with a ghost

synopsis: it's just another regular weekend for you, visiting your boyfriend in the land of the living.

cast: non!idol taerae (zb1) x gn!ghost reader

genre: ghost au, comfort, light fluff, light angst

wc: 1k (1082)

warnings: references to reader's death, mentions of a drunk driver, joking about stealing boba, pet names used, cursing

notes: another wtf is eris writing moment. i'm not really on something when i think of my writing ideas, but i'm on something, you know what i mean?

taglist: @restlessmaknae

taerae attempted to stab the top of his strawberry milk tea (a recommendation from ricky) with a straw, resulting in some liquid spilling out from the top.

he frowned and tried again, this time, managing to successfully puncture a hole at the top so that he could drink his sugary drink in peace.

you laughed at him and his struggle with the drink. "you would think that after being friends with me for so long, it'd be easier for you to do that. how often do we get boba?"

"not as often as we used to, love."

you laid your head on his shoulder like usual, and he glanced over—he's still not used to the chills he gets when he's around you, metaphorically and literally.

taerae was also not used to how transparent you were, like the glass on his shower door. how he could see the other side of his couch through your torso. but he never stared for too long—he knew when you were aware of him doing that.

but most of all, he wasn’t used to you referring to your hangouts as if you were still alive and well.

you yawned. "well, you're very busy, and i'm very dead. still, it's nice to hang out. do your friends know you've been talking to a ghost?"

"even if they did, i'm sure they wouldn't believe me," he said, shrugging. "i get it, honestly. i'll tell them, eventually."

smiling, you took your own boba cup, piercing the top with one clean stab of the straw. in life and death, brown sugar milk tea would always be your favorite. mortifyingly sweet, but tasty.

"of course, this can be our little secret for a while longer. how's the singing channel going?"

he laughed. "it's alright. you should listen to the new infinite cover medley i uploaded!"

your eyes widened and you nodded in approval. "wow, you really have been busy. when i get the chance, i will, don't worry."

a small grin appeared on his face.

"i'll hold you to it."

"even though i'm dead?" you asked sarcastically.

"yea, who said you being dead would stop me from making you stream my videos? i do technically need views and more engagement."

he took another few sips of the milk tea. god, it was hard to maintain the perfect ratio of tea to boba pearls. you were always able to do so, after all, you were considered the expert on all things boba.

you hummed and tapped your chin with your pointer finger. considering your transparent appearance, the motion did look odd to taerae.

"i'll consider it."

you put your drink down on the coffee table, laid your body across the couch, and rested your head on his lap, causing him to feel a light but odd sensation on his skin.

he grinned. "wow, you're so cold, y/n."

"no shit, sherlock. but you're here with me anyways."

the two of you laughed simultaneously.

"because i missed you. even if you're only occasionally able to visit, some time with you is better than none at all.”

you stared up at his face, no doubt taking in his dimples and other facial features.

"cute," you muttered under your breath. this was a common habit of yours, laying your head on his lap, sometimes saying whatever came to mind, and other times, saying nothing at all. it was a relaxing time for both of you.

his face softened even more while staring at you. for a few more minutes, maybe he could pretend it was all okay.

some days, it hurt more than others, seeing you and wishing your life hadn't been cut short by a reckless and drunk driver. you told him not to be so down about it, but he couldn't help but think of the ways the scenario could have been prevented. other days, he'd forget about the incident, only to recall it suddenly.

what hurt most of all was that taerae had envisioned a beautiful and vibrant future with you, one that would never come to fruition.

maybe it was a little delusional, you'd both have a house with a room for instruments, go on semi-frequent boba runs, and lovingly annoy the shit out of each other for eternity. and now, the possibility of that was gone.

he closed his eyes. "i know that i can't logically date a ghost, but believe me, i would try if it was you. i miss you."

for some reason, logic and reason always seemed to find the door when it came to his feelings for you.

your gaze pierced through his soul. "i know, taerae, and i hope you can move on. i love you, but you know that you have to live your life."

he sighed and gazed at the steady rise and fall of your chest. "of course, y/n."

you easily sat up, picked up your boba, and floated beside him. "now, let's move on from depressing stuff, shall we? i still haven't asked you for your opinion on the drink."

he looked at his half-empty cup. "i like it. i'm glad i didn't order it any sweeter, though—it's refreshing as it is. i'll have to tell ricky his recommendation was pretty solid."

"as for you," he continued. "you'll never stop drinking brown sugar milk tea, will you?"

"until the day i die—oh wait. until i'm reincarnated into someone who absolutely hates boba, i will never give up the chance for that drink."

you hummed thoughtfully to yourself. "you know, i could steal it. i don't think any of the employees over at that boba place can see ghosts. but i won't, because i'm a semi-nice person."

taerae laughed. "to be fair, you didn't think i could see them either. but here we are."

"yeah, you're right. even that only happens every once in a blue moon."

he stood up, watching you take a few more sips of your drink. "can't get rid of me, y/n. even when you're dead."

you rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile. "would never dream of it. but please. like i said, don't let me hold you back from a great future."

he paused. "y/n, you could never hold me back. if anything, you keep me going."

you giggled lightly. "then let's keep going, until the end."

maybe taerae's future wouldn't be one he had planned or expected. but as long as he had his favorite ghost by his side, he was sure things would be easier.

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[ffeelann]

ABOUT ME E E E

🍓 I'm Ann, 18, eng/esp, she/her, love strawberries, currently taking free requests!!!, 2$commissions and ko-fi tips!!

🍓do's: stablished relationship, angst, fluff, pregnant reader. Write as quickly as I can (ily guys thanks for your support), nsfw, suggestive, loUD READERS I LOVE THOSE OH MY

🍓maybe??: violence(a bit), manipulation, mommy/daddy kink, fem/gn/male readers/characters. (I actually do some of these topics very often, like violence or suggestives. The thing is that I don't do that ALWAYS u know)

🍓 don't: non-con, extreme stuff, weird fetish content😭, NOTHING WITHOUT CONSENT THAT'S NOT COOL MAN, pedo, etc.

🍓F🍓A🍓N🍓D🍓O🍓M🍓S🍓

Hazbin Hotel, COD, Soul Eater, Fullmetal Alchemist, Slashers, DC, Marvel, Sherlock, Lupin III, Twisted Wonderland, Shaman King, tmnt(?) love those guys, Spy x family, one piece, kuroshitsuji, NANA, paradise kiss, snk, Harry Potter, Tokyo revengers, Inazuma eleven bc why not, haikyuu, paswg, moon knight, daredevil, teen titans, stranger things, good omens, the ennead (mojito set me free I don't wanna suffer anymore), kuroshitsuji, masters of sex bc no one knows it APPARENTLY, criminal minds yay, osomatsu san, Hunter x Hunter, detective conan, Magic kaito, tokyo mew mew, sakura card captor, saint tail, resident evil.

If you're in doubt, you can ask anyway!

and way, way more...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #könig cod #cod mwii #soul eater #fullmetal alchemist #slashers #slasher movies #90s horror #horror films #michael myers #slasher community #dcu #dc comics #batfam #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #batman #tmnt fandom #rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #spy x family #one piece #Kuroshitsuji #nana hachi #nana komatsu #hachi #takumi ichinose #ren honjo

[nyxcaelum]

My Fanfics Masterpost

These will be sorted by length, and each by fandom underneath. They are all on AO3, I moved all my works to their archive.

I keep this list up to date as good as I can. In this case, all fics unless stated otherwise are written romantically, just to make it easier I use & instead of / for the Ships.

Works in Collections will not be listed each one by one, but instead can be found under the "Collection" tab.

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Rated 18+: All are Sherliam unless noted otherwise

Three Minutes in Heaven

The color of Depression - Albert & Mycroft

Sinful Indulgence

Desire, Flavor, Bliss

On Fire

General Audiences, Teen and Up:

Memories lost at Sea

Watching Fireworks together

Dancing in the Moonlight with you

Between Strawberry cake and coffee

Trigun

And we took the leap (explicit), Vash x Wolfwood

Love your next like you love your coffee, with or without milk and sugar. (CW: Incest) Plantwood /Vash x Wolfwood x Nai

Bungo Stray Dogs

Soukoku:

Kissing Strangers

Addictive Whispering

Oda & Ango:

A Promise of a lifetime

Sunshine & Pancakes

I´ve always liked you, you know

Hypnosis Mic

A heartfelt talk at dusk - Hitoya & Jakurai

Sugary sweet Sleepover time - Fling Posse Fluff

Drunken Confessions - Doppo & Hifumi

Persona

Signs of Love - Protag/Akira & Akechi

Arknights

Cold, cold, twisted hearts and an unusual proposition - Doctor & SilverAsh & Gnosis

Sk8 the Infinity

Usagi to Yuki - Reki & Langa

Prickly like Soda, Sweet like Juice - Reki & Langa - unfinished, probably will never finish it

Shall we Date? Obey me!

Maybe you´re the reason I can´t sleep - MC & Belphie Sleepy Fluff

Idolish 7

A Confession - Tsumugi & Gaku

Vanitas no Carte

Tarte Tatin, for my beloved - Vanitas & Noe

Fate Series

Under the Christmas Tree in NY - Saber & Gilgamesh (was a work for secret santa)

FMA

And do they? - Roy & Riza

Fairy Tail

A drop of Sake - Jellal & Erza

Tears of Themis

Curry together tastes better than having it alone - Rosa & Vyn

Sleeping Together - NuCarnival Fluff One Shots (All guys)

Tunas DOA & Hunting Dogs Crack One Shot collection

Tunas Genshin Reader Fics (Eng, Ger, and 18+ available separately inside)

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Oh woe me, my sick heart - Will & Sherlock

In solving Crimes, we find Love - Will & Sherlock

Tales of

The sun and the moon and the stars Mikleo & Sorey mainly

These are all basically German works.

Nur jeweils eine Fic:

When the Devil meets the Fox - BSD Soukoku

Empty Dreams - LoL SettPhel

-> LoL Novel lange Fanfic Collection

Cantarella - Arknights Doctor & SilverAsh

Blindfold of Love - Riza & Roy

Mein Servant und Ich - Fate Grand Order Misc. Geschichten

Rabenschwarz - Tekken Jin & Reader

The little Sweets - My Hero Academia - Ochako & Bakugo

In the name of Love! - Soul Eater - Blackstar & Tsubaki

At the end of a long escape - Resident Evil - Sherry & Jake

Grandiose Stadt - TEWY - OC & Joshua - freundschaftliches Ship

Der der die Sonne stahl - Noragami - Iki & Yato

Winterwunder und blaue Jeans - Miraculous Ladybug - Adrien & Marinette

Persona

Schwarzer Kaffee - Protag/Akira & Makoto

About the Pleasant Boy - Nur Goro Akechi

Tales of

Abends in der Taverne - Zaveid & Eizen

Memories of Brother - Eizen & Edna Drama

The tale of the time traveling Girl - OC/Autor Insert & Zaveid

Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy x Reader Short Stories - Collab mit Schwester , mit den 15. Protagonisten

Nacht des Kristalls - Generelles Abenteuer mit Luna, Noctis, Ignis in AU

#fanfiction masterpost #all my works sorted and listed #ao3 fanfic #sooo many fandoms #jesus christ man

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Show some love! 📺💖Tell me ten of the most niche characters you’ve ever searched “x reader” fics for, and then share this with ten of your favourite people!

Omg, great minds think alike and I hadn't meant to delay this but happy for the ask, thank you!

Thankful to all of the Mandalorian writers at there for the vast amount of content 💗💗💗 I'm basically swimming in the Living Waters rn!

So many great MCU characters that I've read fics for, highlighting my current obsession with the moon boys! But Steve, Buck, & Sam star in so many great fics themselves 😉And cannot not forget the infamous Dr. Strange himself.

Related by actor, Sherlock Holmes is up there on my list! I've been fascinated with Strawberry!Sherlock and have meant to go search for more.

And, of course, my favorite angel- the baby in a trench coat. I haven't read for him as of late, but he's occupied so many hours solely through text.

#of course there's more but I shouldn't bore anyone with a ten page paper #wonderful mutuals #ask

[sillyrabbit81]

Part 3 to his tuition? Please? 🥰

Summary: Sherlock teaches you that pleasure is a two-way street.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx 3.8k

Warnings: Smut, mild angst, oral sex (male receiving), medical terms, slight Dom/sub vibes, slight coercion, age gap (not explicitly said, but implied), outdated views on marriage, woman, and sex.

Authors note: Sorry it took so long to get a third part. It’s probably not what you were expecting, but here it is. I hope you like it. ❤️

Thank you to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed.

Edited by me three drinks in, there will be errors (possibly a hangover if I keep going)

Masterlist

His Tuition Part 2 Part 4

His Tuition Part 3

When your father agreed to allow Sherlock to ask for your hand in marriage, you wonder if he thought about what kind of man he was. Did fathers ever consider their daughter’s romantic happiness? Or did they only think of their financial comfort? You know your father was hoping for a proposal from a man with a larger inheritance, but your father also recognised the prestige a man like Sherlock would give to the family and so his slightly lacking financial security was overlooked.

However, as you sit on Sherlock’s lap, naked, his fingers deep inside you, you can’t help but wonder if your father would approve. Was this the kind of thing that your parents did? Do all married people do this kind of thing? You suspect not. Surely your mother wouldn’t be so grim on the rare occasions she spoke to you about marital relations if she had ever felt like this.

Lying limply against your husband’s shoulder, euphoria makes you mind hazy, your body weak, and your heart warm. Sherlock withdrew his fingers, and you lift your heavy head. What was it he just said? You weren’t finished yet? Perhaps this is the part that is unpleasant, the part where he enters you. You feel a rising sense of fear and panic. How awful must it be that even what you just did together doesn’t make up for it.

Sherlock’s fingers are covered in your thick, sticky, wetness. You want to hide as you can smell it, embarrassed by the appearance and odour as Sherlock rubs his fingers together, seemingly studying it. He gives a small hum of contemplation, before he sticks his fingers in his mouth. Although you’ve seen him suck your arousal off your fingers before, it still shocks you.

“You still taste like strawberries,” Sherlock mutters. “Early season strawberries plucked just as they ripen, still a little tart.” He takes your fingers in his hand and brings them to your lips. “Taste it.”

Aghast at his description and suggestion, you bury your face into his shoulder. “I couldn’t,” you say, shaking your head. It is scandalous, dirty, wrong, but you also feel curious and waywardly excited.

“Child,” Sherlock reprimand is obvious in his tone, the edge to his voice returns. “Must I remind you that I will not hesitate to discipline you?”

Swallowing your fear, you lift your head. “No Sir.”

Sherlock lifts your fingers; his blue eyes are intense as he presses them to your mouth. With quivering lips, you open as they slide over your tongue. Your eyes widen as you see he is right, sweet but slightly tart, your wetness is not the foul tasting thing you imagined it to be.

“Good girl,” Sherlock praises in that soothing deep timbre that makes your insides feel warm. He watches you suck your fingers until a small smirk plays on his lips and he abruptly pulls them out. He reaches his long arms up the bed, lying flat a moment as he grabs one of the decorative pillows and places in on the floor between his legs. You watch in confusion, what on earth is he doing?

With surprising strength, he slips his hands under your arms, lifts you off his lap and places you on the floor so the pillow sits under your knees. Still no clearer as to his objective, you look at Sherlock with questioning eyes.

“Sir? Will we lay together now?” you ask, hesitantly.

Sherlock shakes his head. “Watching you suck on my fingers has given me an thought,” Sherlock explains. “It was not part of my original plan, but my love, you are so wanton, I suspect you may enjoy it.”

You lower your eyes in mortification. He keeps calling you that… wanton. The word conjures up images of ladies of the night, woman in states of half undress, highly rouged and scandalous. However, when Sherlock says it, he seems to be praising you. It confounds you. The wives of gentleman are not supposed to be wanton, you should be demure, polite, not driven by passion. But when you look at your husband, you can’t supress the desire in your heart.

Hearing a rustling you turn your attention back to Sherlock and immediately look away. His hands are at his pants, his long, elegant fingers work at his buttons. You know what you are about to see, you bathed your brother when he was a child, but you have never seen a full grown man’s. You know you shouldn’t want to see it, but you do. You are curious, but also afraid, fearful of what he will want to do with it.

“Look at me, child,” Sherlock says. Swallowing down your trepidation, you turn your eyes to his, avoiding even a cursory glance between his legs. “Do you wish to make your husband happy?”

“Yes, Sir,” you say truthfully.

“Even if the methods are somewhat unorthodox?” Sherlock asks. You think for a moment before answering, Sherlock gives you a small smile of reassurance. “It’s quite alright for you to speak honestly.”

“Well, Mr H… I mean, Sir,” you look at Sherlock to see if he is upset by your mistake, but his smile is still in place. “I was aware when I agreed to your proposal that you are unorthodox in your professional life. Furthermore, your recent um…” you search for the correct word. “Tuition in matters of…” again you try to find the right word.

You worry your stuttering and perturbed words are angering Sherlock, but he raises a hand to your cheek, gently caressing you with the back of his fingers. “Continue.”

“Self-care,” you say. Sherlock’s smile grows a moment, and he nods. “Was also unorthodox. It seems to me, your unorthodoxy produces satisfactory results and therefore, whilst your methods are not conventional, it does not mean they are not effective. And since I wish to be good wife, surely it would be prudent of me to at least give your methods a chance.” You let out a breath. You don’t think you have said so much to Sherlock in one burst in your entire courtship.

A small hum of approval vibrates in Sherlocks throat. “Not just a pretty face, are you?” You preen under his praise, straightening your back, holding your chin high. “I wish to further your… tuition,” your husband says. “I have taught you a way for you to give yourself pleasure, now it is time for you to learn how to give me the same happiness.”

Your brows furrow. You thought that was what happened when you lay together, you thought it was something men enjoyed, and women tolerated. However, Sherlock did say it was unorthodox, so perhaps there are other methods for men to have a little death.

“Just as before, I expect to be obeyed, my love,” Sherlock says, sternly

You nod your head. “I will, Sir,” you assure him.

“So innocent, yet so willing and trusting. What a prize I have found.” Sherlock’s tone is warm, his fingers stroke your cheek as his thumb runs over your lips. “So soft, immaculate, mine…” he mutters, as if speaking to himself, his normally sharp eyes seem to glaze as if in a dreamlike state. Then he blinks and his eyes regain their focus. “Shall we begin?”

“Yes, Sir,” you say. Though you can hear the tremble in your voice, you don’t know if it is from excitement or unease or both.

“Good girl.” Sherlock shifts, his movement catches your eye, and you watch wide eyed as he reaches into his pants and pulls out his manhood.

Shocked, you fall back resting your bottom on your ankles. It is big. It is much, much bigger than you thought it would be, it seems to be as thick as your wrist. No wonder matronly duties hurt so much. The top is redder than the skin below it, smoother too. The shaft has thick veins throbbing beneath the skin and you can just make out the hair at the base of it, coarse, curly and dark.

Even as you stare at it, you lick your lips. The top looks like it would feel soft, while the shaft looks like it would be a little rougher and hard beneath the skin. No wonder you need so much wetness, how on earth would that fit inside you? Sherlock had only put two fingers in you, and it felt like he barely fit. His manhood looks 3 or 4 fingers wide.

Intrigued, your find yourself on your knees again getting a closer look. A small bead of liquid wells at the top, what is that? You place a hand on Sherlocks thigh and the other makes its way towards the pulsing muscle.

“Would you like to touch my cock, my love?” Sherlock’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

You drop your hand and look away, shame fills you. Wanton indeed. No gentlewoman should ever want to touch that. And yet, you do. It all feels so wrong, but you cannot stop the desire to see if the bulging head of his manhood was indeed as soft as it appears.

Sherlock’s fingers slip under your chin, and he turns your head until you look at him again. “I asked you a question, child,” he says. “Speak truthfully. I will not have my wife lie to me.”

Swallowing down your humiliation, you reply, “Yes, Sir.”

“Give me your hand.” Sherlock puts his hand out, waiting for yours and you give it to him, placing the back of it on his palm.

You forget to breath as he guides your hand towards his manhood, his cock. Gently, he touches your fingertips to the top. You gasp as he dips your fingers in the slippery liquid that pools on the head. He glides your pads over the dark skin, and it feels silky and although its firm, it is still soft.

“The liquid serves a similar purpose to your own, as it provides lubrication, however, males don’t produce much,” Sherlock explains. His voice sounds funny, there’s a hesitation as he speaks, a breathlessness.

You glance at him, his eyes are staring intently at your fingers, his brows are crinkled and raised. He’s so handsome, he’d be almost femininely pretty with his lashes and cheekbones if his jaw wasn’t so masculine. Sherlock raises his eyes to yours and you drop them, returning your attention to his instruction.

Sherlock hums but doesn’t mention your lack of concentration and continues his lesson. He traces your fingers around the head, and you notice your path leaves a wetness behind. “This part of the penis is called the glans, it is highly sensitive for most males and must be met with a gentle touch.”

You nod. “Yes, Sir.”

Bringing your hand lower, Sherlock guides your fingers down to an inverted v shape below the glans. You hear a sharp intake of breath and try to pull your hand away.

“Sorry, Sir,” you say. “It was not my intention to hurt you.”

“Child, that was not a sound of pain,” Sherlock says softly, indulgently. The hoarseness of his breath makes you think of the strange noises you were making earlier, and you look away ashamed, wondering what Sherlock must think of your ignorance. “The frenulum is very sensitive,” he explains.

Sherlock folds your hand around the shaft, your fingers barely meet, he’s so thick. The skin is smooth, but the veins make soft ridges that you feel under your palm. Sherlock guides your thumb over the nook under the glans. The frenulum, you correct yourself. For a moment you worry, there’s so much to learn and you don’t want to disappoint him. But then you are distracted by a rumble in Sherlocks throat as your he guides your thumb.

“Move your hand up and down the shaft, exerting a small amount of pressure, and let your thumb rub over where you’re touching now with each stroke.”

Nodding, you do as Sherlock instructs, watching how the skin moves as your hand bobs up and down. He lets your hand go and you keep going at his established pace, it’s unhurried and you quite like way it feels.

“Good girl,” Sherlock mutters in a deep tone that seems to vibrate in his throat. You feel his hand at your cheek, and he presses his lips to the middle of your forehead. “So good, my love.” Your body warms at his praise and his kiss. Sherlock’s hand stays on your cheek and his thumb slides over your lips. “Look at me.”

You raise your eyes to Sherlock. His lips are parted, and his chest puffs as soft moans pass his lips. You think he is tired judging by how heavy his lids seem, but the feverish flush to his skin shows that he is not. His thumb presses against your lips until you open and take him inside. There’s something illicit about it, but you like it, and shamefully it fills you with desire.

“Suck on it gently,” Sherlock’s breathless words surprise you. Why would he want you to suck his thumb? You wrap your tongue around it and softly start to suck. Sherlock breathes deeply and closes his eyes. “That’s good, my love. Perfect amount of pull. Now move your mouth up and down, while sucking.”

You’re even more perplexed by this request but seeing Sherlock’s reaction excites you. He is obviously enjoying it, even if you don’t understand why. You begin to move your head and find you must lap your tongue against the pad of his thumb to keep up the pressure. You wonder if you’re doing it right. You feel a little silly until he opens his eyes, and whispers your name, and you don’t feel so ridiculous anymore. You feel a little powerful as Sherlock’s blue eyes seem to burn with a dark passion. You’ve never seen him look at you like that, even earlier his penetrating gaze was not so scorching. That is your doing, you are making him feel lusty and ardent.

“My love, that’s it.” Sherlock praises. His jaw is slack as he watches you, his mouth moving wordlessly, like he wants to say something, but also wants to stay in this moment forever. Finally, he licks his lips and removes his thumb from your mouth. “I want you to do what you did to my thumb to my cock.”

You gasp. You can’t. That’s… that’s… you can’t even find the right word. Wrong? Distasteful? Abhorrent? Heedless? Taboo? Arousing? You feel a small tremor pass through you as you feel your body leaking moisture from your core. No, you wouldn’t do that. It’s indecent.

“Did I say you can stop, child?” Sherlock prompts firmly, indicating your hand that slipped off his cock in your astonishment.

“Sorry, Sir,” you whisper. You replace your hand, moving it the way he taught you. You consider what he said about putting your mouth on him. He’s so immense though, you do not think it is possible for him to even fit.

“Tell me, my love,” Sherlock starts. “Does my cock feel good in your hand?”

Lowering your eyes to the red and gold cushion under your knees, you softly respond. “Yes, Sir.”

“Perhaps you would like the way I feel in your mouth too,” Sherlock rationalises. You feel his fingers on your cheek again, subtly caressing you, moving slowly down over your jaw and down your neck. “You have such a pretty mouth, warm and wet with lovely delicate lips, I have no doubt you would bring me much pleasure. And you like that don’t you? You like pleasing your husband.” Sherlock hooks a finger under your jaw, digging into the soft skin beneath your chin. He whispers, “I know that you are aroused again. Your legs clench so tightly together. I know your wetness has returned, I know your cunt throbs, I know you want to touch your little nub.” He raises his eyebrows, turning his statements into a question.

“Sherlock, please,” you beg. He was right, so right, he reads you too well. “It’s too big.”

A small smile plays on Sherlock’s lips, seemingly pleased his assumptions are correct. His hand slides to the nape of your neck and begins to draw your head to his cock. “Open your mouth, my love. I don’t expect you to take all of me, not tonight at least. Use your hand on my shaft and your mouth on my glans and you will see me to my ends.”

With a heaving chest you look at his cock. You shake your head. “It’s wicked,” you murmur, but you already feel your resolve waning. “Obscene.”

“All the best things are,” Sherlock says. “Your body, your mind, your soul, so innocent, but so willing to be drawn into depravity.” He keeps guiding your head, bringing you closer and closer until your lips brush his silken skin.

Sherlock’s body shakes at the subtle touch. His hand slides into your hair as he looks at you. His brows are drawn low, his dimpled chin lifts as his jaw clenches and he sucks in a deep breath through his nose. His eyes, as dark and blistering as before, tighten, and he seems to hold his breath. You open your mouth and so does he, his hand turns into a fist in your hair. He wants it so bad, you’re his wife, is it not your duty to give your husband what he needs, fulfil his every wish? Only that morning had you promised before your family, his, and the Lord, that you will submit to him in all matters, and you can’t very well disobey him on your first day of matrimony. Besides, he would not lead you astray. Would he?

You close your eyes and let him into your mouth. Your lips stretch as he enters, and you hear a guttural groan. The sound sends ripples of pleasure through your body and your core begins to quiver. You look up and his eyes are on yours, his forehead wrinkles as he watches you take him deeper, until the whole… what was the word… glans is in your mouth.

“Do you have any notion of how delightfully sinful you look, my love?” Sherlock’s baritone is smooth and deep despite his ragged breath. “Such a profane act performed by one so pure… It’s beguiling.”

A whine tries to escape your throat, but it is hampered by Sherlock’s cock and comes out like a strangled cry. You breathe deeply through your nose and his scent floods your senses. His strong masculine fragrance, mixed with the smell of tobacco and faint trace of sweat from travelling is intoxicating and your mouth starts to water.

You start to move your head like Sherlock taught you to. Being much bigger than his thumb, it took a few tries to make it work, but eventually you can lick at him and apply the gentle suction he wanted. You develop a rhythm, a consistent, languid pace that he seems to be enjoying if the barely audible moans are an accurate gage.

Sherlock begins to guide your speed with his hand in your hair, increasing steadily. Your lips start to chafe, you have no doubt they will be puffy and sore tomorrow. Your jaw starts to lock, the muscles burn, but you don’t want to stop. You want to know what happens. Will he feel something like you felt earlier? Will his reaction be like yours? Will he feel the intense euphoric release you do?

As if he’s a fortune teller, Sherlock starts to talk, pausing frequently to catch his breath as his hips start to jerk and the muscles in his thighs tighten. “I’m close to the edge, my love… My seed will release soon… I’ve been told it’s not… unpleasant but be prepared to take me… there will be decent amount.”

His seed? In your mouth? You shake your head, your rhythm interrupted, you try and lift your head, but he keeps you still and begins to thrust his hips.

“Shh, my love,” Sherlock says. “Don’t stop now… you’ve done so well… such a good girl…” His faltered praise calms you, gives you courage. You’ve tasted yourself and it wasn’t so awful. You hold him in your hand again and suck, your tongue moving against him.

“Good girl… my sweet young wife… so wanton and hedonistic and…”

Sherlock doesn’t finish speaking, instead he lets out a harsh groan and he holds your head still. He moans again, this time it’s almost a whimper and you feel a spurt of liquid fill your mouth, coating your tongue. It’s warmth shocks you, and then your tastebuds pick up its bitter, salty flavour. It’s not strong and like your own taste, not unpleasant and you swallow it down just as another jet of seed pulses into you, repeating the action until there is no more and Sherlock’s whole body briefly contracts with a final growling groan.

Sherlock looks exhausted, but when he lifts his eyes, they seem to shine and the small approving smile on his face makes you smile in return. He looks at you a long time, raising a hand to your cheek in what you begin to realise is his way of showing you affection. You lean into it, covering it with your own hand, wishing to show him the fondness you have for him. His smile broadens a moment, he chuffs softly and you stay like that a few moments more.

Putting his hands under your arms, Sherlock lifts you into a standing position before standing himself. He starts to undress, and you step back, giving him space, and he walks across the room to the luggage.

“Are we to lie together now?” you ask. You’re a little less nervous now, although you still have lingering fears, especially of how much it will hurt.

Sherlock glances back at you, his lips are drawn in an amused grin. “In the biblical sense? No, not tonight.”

“Oh,” you say softly, surprised at how disappointed you feel. “Was I… am I…” Sherlock gives you his full attention as he removes his shirt. Your breath catches in your throat as you see for the first time the full expanse of his broad chest. Strong, and well-formed, he was like the classical sculptures you had seen on your tour of France, but with more hair across his chest and low on his belly. You take an unconscious step toward him, feeling a weakness in your knees.

Taking a step closer to you, Sherlock asks, “Were you what, my love?”

You lick your lips. “Am I unsatisfactory?” His brows raised and you quickly continued “Do you not wish to consummate the marriage, Sir?”

“Child, you are most satisfactory,” Sherlock raised his hands to your cheeks, tilting your head to lay a soft kiss between your eyebrows. “So agreeable, that I am tired and need to take a nap before further relations.” He smiles, “I wish for you to join me. And perhaps when I wake, I can show you how I can use my mouth on you.”

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[bakerstreethound]

Congrats on 5 years! 🎉

Can I get a Sherlock fluff with Sherlock is awake first, hes looking at the reader with utmost love. But he wakes up the reader with kisses and nuzzles.❤️ I adore the way you write & I cant get enough of soft Sherlock🍓✨

Thank you so much for sending this in. I finally completed the story (I apologize for taking so long) I hope you enjoy it! There is a bit of light smut at the end so 18+ only.

Light in the Darkness

Summary: Waking up in Sherlock's arms is one of the highlights of your day, and he shows you how much he adores you; how grateful he is to have you in his life.

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

Sherlock groans, wiping the remaining sleepiness from his eyes. Outside, the sun barely makes itself visible, the night holding fast to London, unrelenting in its grasp over the city. Sherlock yawns, reaching out to the other side of the bed, your sleeping form breathing softly lost in the throes of sleep. 

He smiles, his hand brushing softly along your side watching as you lean into his touch. Even your subconscious knows you’re at peace here with him and you snuggle further into him, allowing yourself a moment of extended comfort before reality pulls you into its clutches. 

Lips travel softly along your neck, the soft brush of curls following in their wake as gentle nuzzles replace the kisses, going back and forth simultaneously. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips and your eyes flutter open, met with the face of your husband looking at you with simmering eyes, half lidded, the sleep not fully leaving him, yet.

“Good morning to you, too Sherlock.” 

He melts against you, your fingers running through his curls, massaging them as he likes it, earning an appreciative groan. You continue at it, relishing in the soft noises he makes, not yet ready to let any of his cases take him from you. He looks content enough, his breathing slow and steady, much the opposite of your own when you wake up startled from nightmares.   

“That feels nice,” he gazes up at you eyes shimmering in adoration, overcome with unspoken emotions he can't fathom. It’s more than nice, something you could’ve conjured in a dream.

His arm laced around your waist pulls you impossibly closer, the feeling of his bare skin against yours a reminder of the night before, allowing you to admire the marks you left behind, mingled with the scars of a time long past you knew wouldn’t disappear from his skin, a permanent reminder of those times alone. But nothing like that will happen again, not with you by his side. 

You press a kiss to his cheek, pulling him from his thoughts, and what a sight you are, eyes wide looking at him with more adoration than he could possibly fathom. His hand reaches to you of its own accord, stroking your cheek softly.

You lean into his touch, his warmth kindling a spark inside you, firing into your heart, electricity rampant between you. He doesn’t want to look away, even as the sunlight barely parting through the ever-hanging fog beckons a new day, he doesn’t want it to begin.

He only wants to remain here with you for the moment, though his mind protests, his legs aching to run down the ramparts and alleyways of his beloved town. It will always be there for him. 

London isn’t you. 

And you are more than the city that soiled his name, his reputation, slandered him for a penny here and there to get the inside scoop. 

You are his, his to cherish and damn it you are one of the only ones he truly finds some semblance of the concept of love, the feeling of you next to him makes his head spin, fathoming the possibilities of how you both ended up this way together.

It is a bond of unbreakable trust between you, beautiful and understood looming and intertwined with truth. 

His forehead rests against your and you lean up into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands carding through his beautiful mass of curls, twirling a rogue strand around an index finger. 

“You’re wonderful, Sherlock. What would I do without you?” Or, rather, what could you do to help his racing mind. His eyes dart back and forth, deeming to bury his face in your neck inhaling your scent.

What was he supposed to tell you?

This feeling inside him blooming further over the past year makes him nervous, even trying to voice how he feels won’t do it justice for what he can’t fully express. 

When his lips brush yours, his arms caging you to him, encompassing you in his safety and warmth, it’s all you can comprehend consume and breathe. It’s him all-encompassing and nothing more. Nothing feels more right than this moment. 

“Sherlock,” your voice falls from his lips in a perfect incandescent harmony, one he wants to breathe, to sing to create with you and you alone. 

Fiery desperation fuels the strength of his kiss drowning you further into the heat of his flames, the coolness of your water evaporating his lips in a breath of fresh air.

You don’t want it to end, despite the time, the hour, the plans for the day, all is obsolete and his hands brush under the seam of your shirt, slently asking for permission. No other words are needed, you welcome him without question, shivering as your form is revealed to him, inch by inch, each intake of breath anticipating his next move.

Lips grazing your neck, hands falling to your hips, stroking circles just so. Your hands dig into his back, clinging to him like a lifeline, not daring to let go.

His body pressing against yours, groaning at the friction makes you shiver in anticipation. The full feeling of his skin against your laid bare to him is nothing more than comforting. 

It’s home, it’s where you belong.

Only he got to see you in such a manner and you for him.  Such is the manner of things and how they’ll always be. You want no one else but him. His feelings are indescribable as his fingers work you slow, your mouths falling open at the sensation, digging into his back harder, begging and pleading his name. 

He loves you like this, would frame it if he could. Another memory another shot of the countless images in his mind palace he keeps. Memories of you always flutter near and you’re where he belongs, his northern star the compass pointing him home.

For London may be his city, but here with you in his arms, falling apart through his love, he is home at last. A beacon of light in the darkness.

******

#sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #strawberry!sherlock #strawberry sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock smut #sherlock fluff #sherlock holmes imagine #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock tv #my writing #strangelockd #beloved friend #writing request

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 21

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find out what went down between Bucky and Steve.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Handjob sksk, unprotected p in v penetration, idk I feel like this will make y’all nervous LMAO

A/N: After five fucking drafts, I have finally finished this part and guess what? I still ain’t satisfied but whatever??? This is sort of a transition chapter...a transition to what? Read on to find out lmao

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Did you say that out loud? You probably did, judging by the look on Steve’s face, you must have cussed right in front of him, the CEO of a large company. Another one. Another problem. Will you ever find peace or were you destined to come across these rich, handsome, young men who were made to wreak havoc in your life?

“Is that so bad?” Steve asked.

Of course. It’s so fucking bad that you honestly didn’t know how else to react about finding out that Steve was Bucky’s step-brother all along. The same person who somewhat ruined his relationship with his mom. Strawberry Tart Guy. Steve Rogers.

What a small world indeed.

“I’m withdrawing my application.” you simply said, trying your best to compose yourself despite the revelation.

You had so many questions swirling in your mind right now and as much as you wanted to be straightforward and ask Steve, you’d rather not stir the pot. Especially when you and Bucky just made up.

Steve nodded with a sigh, sitting back down on his chair. “Yeah, I figured that out when I found out you work for him.” he chuckled, shaking his head as if he too, was unable to believe the coincidences.

“As much as the company seems great, I really think pushing through with my application here would only cause more damage than good.” you mindlessly responded.

Steve tilted his head, his brows furrowing into his forehead in curiosity. “More damage? How so? And why aren’t you as surprised as I expected you to be? Bucky having a step-brother isn’t really out there, it’s not exactly a secret but it’s rarely talked about. I doubt he’d be disclosing something as personal as that to his employees.”

Goddammit. You gave yourself away!

“I read it somewhere.” you lied, feigning a smile.

Steve narrowed his eyes at you, “No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.” you firmly responded.

Steve laughed, “You know I’m good at reading minds so I know you definitely did not read that somewhere. Besides, you were so nervous about George during the event when you should be worrying about Bucky, your boss. No employee should be so worried about their boss’ father, unless…” he trailed, as if he was putting the pieces together.

“Why do I feel like I’m being interrogated by Sherlock Holmes?” you asked, trying to divert Steve’s focus on something else.

Steve lifted a brow at you but shrugged as a response, “I’m just curious. Anyway, have you thought about dinner with me?” he randomly asked.

“I can’t.” you quickly responded.

“Why? I thought you weren’t seeing anyone?” Steve asked.

“I kind of already...am seeing someone.” you carefully said.

Steve nodded, “And that someone is Bucky?”

“What? No! Of course not!”

Steve let out a brief chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against his seat, “You and Bucky have a thing going on and that might have something to do with your resignation. It’s why you were also so worried about George during the event because he was probably being an ass to you about it. And you’re withdrawing your application from my company for the sole reason that it would hurt Bucky if you decided to work for his step-brother whom he hates.”

You were left speechless and well, impressed at how Steve was able to figure things out by simply connecting the dots. Either he was a genius or you were too obvious but still, impressive deduction skills.

“Tell me, I’m wrong.” Steve boastfully said.

“You’re…” you trailed, trying to sound confident. “You’re not entirely wrong.” you finally admitted.

Steve grinned, “I knew it.”

“Okay but George doesn’t know about us and I was worried about him because he was against Bucky’s decision to let me lead the project.” you corrected him.

Unable to help yourself, you spoke up again before Steve could even open his mouth to say something. You knew that you were crossing boundaries, but you couldn’t help but ask.

“What happened between you and Bucky?”

Steve must have predicted that you would ask him that because he smirked knowingly. He was quiet for a few seconds, as if he was trying to find the right words to say. You were about to apologize for being nosy but Steve didn’t mind because he answered you right away.

“I only did what was best for him.” Steve explained, “Bucky was a problematic kid and always did things that would get mom’s...his mom’s attention. We had a good relationship but just like any other siblings, there was rivalry but even so, we looked out for each other. I looked out for him, especially when he was becoming erratic with his decisions. He was so consumed by his anger for George that he decided to just flee the country and get as far away as he can from him.”

“Bucky, you can’t just leave. Where would you go anyway?” Steve asked worriedly as he followed Bucky out of the bar.

Bucky turned around, “I know someone in England, I’ll figure it out.” he responded with nonchalance, fishing out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

Steve frowned, “You haven’t even figured out your next step. Buck, you can’t be making decisions like this. You’re barely halfway through our last year in the university, don’t throw that all away just because you hate George.”

“I don’t even like my course,” Bucky bitterly chuckled, sticking a cigarette stick into his mouth before lighting it up. “And if there’s someone throwing shit away, it’s dad, not me. I know that the company is losing money and that he only wants me to take over the business to save its ass from bankruptcy. I’d rather not.” he said, taking a long drag from his cigarette before Steve snatched it away from him, throwing it to the ground and stepping on it.

“You’re doing the same thing by gambling.” Steve called out.

“It’s dad’s money, not mine.” Bucky explained.

“Then what about mom?” Steve asked, “How would she feel about her son leaving her?”

“She has you.” Bucky bitterly said.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Bucky, she loves you. More than she loves me. She’s not going to allow you to leave.”

Bucky sighed, “I’ll come back for her. Steve, you know me better than anyone else. You know how much I need to get away from here...from him. I don’t want to live the kind of life he wants me to have.”

It was strange to hear the full story about Bucky’s life, how much he struggled because of George and how it drove him to want to leave everything behind. Steve ended up telling their mom about Bucky’s decision to leave, afraid that he was just going to ruin his life.

“Bucky had always been impulsive and I didn’t want him to leave without thinking it through. But there was no way to stop him from pushing through so I had to do it. Mom was disappointed in him, she was hurt that he wanted to leave without telling her about it. I only did the right thing. Things have changed since then.” Steve said.

You didn’t know what to say or how to feel even though things were clearer now. Bucky had always been stubborn and he often failed at understanding certain things, you had to experience that first-hand to know.

Steve leaned forward, placing his elbows on his desk as he searched your eyes. He seemed like he wanted to say something.

“You owed me a couple of favors during the event, would it be fair if I asked you for one?”

-

Your departure from the company was the first thing you did upon arriving at the office that afternoon. To be honest, you were nervous about announcing it so suddenly but after the “interview” over at J.R. International, your announcement was pushed back and your worry was replaced by what seemed to be an overload of information about Bucky and Steve.

“Next week will be my, well, last week in this company. It has been such an honor to be working with everyone in this company, I’m very grateful.”

The resignation came as a shock for everyone, it was very unexpected given that you just pulled off a huge project. However, everyone supported you and offered their thanks and well-wishes for your next endeavors. Something that you have yet to figure out.

You told Mark about your resignation prior to the announcement, and he wasn’t really shocked given that he knew everything that was going on with you and Bucky. He was just as supportive when you revealed that you and Bucky patched things up and that you decided to give it a shot, all thanks to Beverly’s advice.

“That’s about it.” you said, concluding your announcement. “Back to work we go.” you chuckled and watched everyone head back to their respective cubicles.

Your eyes met Bucky’s when you were about to head back to your desk, he offered you a small smile, “In my office, please?” he asked before walking ahead.

Does he know about your interview this morning? Well, he knows about it since you asked for a half-day schedule today but for what company the interview was for, was it possible that he could’ve guessed?

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you called out Bucky’s name in a warning tone in an attempt to remind him of the rules. One of which was not to be obvious around the office.

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to ask about your turnover plans.” he reassured.

You narrowed your eyes, “Yeah, you want to ask about something else.” you said, knowing exactly that it wasn’t just the turnover that Bucky wanted to ask.

He had been eyeing you suspiciously when you arrived at the office, like he knew that something was bothering you. You could feel your nerves heighten as you sat down across his desk, fiddling with your fingers and trying to compose yourself.

“Are you okay?” Bucky worriedly asked. “You seemed a bit...off when you arrived. Did it go well? I know we’re not supposed to talk about that, but you really look bothered. Are you sick? Do you want an early time out?” he asked.

You shook your head, “I’m fine. It’s...I…” you started to speak, remembering the conversation you had with Steve upon his revelation.

“I turned an offer down.” you simply stated.

Bucky frowned but nodded in understanding, “Was it because of the compensation?” he carefully asked, gauging whether you were comfortable enough to talk about your job hunt.

You shook your head, “Not really.”

You were losing your focus on Bucky with all the new information you found out about his family, especially what transpired between him and Steve that affected their relationship so bad.

Bucky’s hand on yours snapped you out of your trance, bringing you back to reality. The same reality that has been bugging you ever since you found out about Steve being Bucky’s step-brother.

“It’s not the compensation. It was the management.” you said.

Bucky hummed, “Are you worried that you might have made the wrong decision by turning their offer down?” he asked, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb to soothe your nerves.

You sighed, “I honestly don’t know.” you admitted.

“Look, you’re amazing and I’m not saying that just because I love you.” there goes the L-word again.

Butterflies in your stomach exploded and warmth crept up to your cheeks. You don’t think you’ll get over it every single time Bucky would tell you that he loves you.

“You’ll find something perfect for you, I’m sure of that. And no, I’m not going to be sly and refer you to others.” he said with a slight chuckle, “I’m trying to be honest, I swear. No secret referrals.” he quickly added in defense when you gave him a look.

Honesty.

It was a promise the both of you made to each other, to keep an open communication about everything. From the looks of it, Bucky was doing his best to open up to you about anything that might affect your blossoming relationship. He was being careful and doing his best to make it work.

Would you be as willing to be honest with him though? Especially after having that conversation with Steve?

“Depends on what the favor is.”

“Help me out with Bucky. Mom’s birthday is coming up and there’s a party, he turned the invitation down knowing that dad and I will be there. I know he wants to go but his pride is obviously in the way. Even if we don’t reconcile, I’ll be fine as long as he and mom patch things up.”

You stayed mum, not sure if you were in the position to interfere with Bucky’s personal life especially that he hasn’t opened up to you about it that much. However, you also knew that he was lonely and that he probably felt like he lost everyone he loved. You wanted him to be happy too and maybe resolve some of his issues caused by his past.

Steve continued when you remained quiet, telling you that the only way for Bucky to actually attend the party was if you were involved in it. So he asked that you help him organize it as a freelance event coordinator.

“It’ll only be for a few weeks and the party isn’t even that big. You’ll be paid for your work, don’t worry. If you told Bucky that you have an event, he’ll definitely attend. I know this sounds like I’m hiring you to help me set Bucky up, but his presence will mean a lot to mom.” he explained.

You sighed, thinking it through. Steve saw how conflicted you were and slid a folder over to you, it was a contract and the compensation was impressive. You still haven’t figured out where else to apply and the idea of staying unemployed for quite a while didn’t really appeal to you.

“No secret referrals?” you reiterated to Bucky with a playful tone.

He laughed as he shook his head, “No secrets in general.” he reassured.

You bit your lip and nodded, “No secrets.” you repeated confidently.

The confidence in your tone was enough to mask the guilt underneath it all. Guilt from not telling Bucky that you knew Steve and that you’ll be working closely with him.

You signed the contract.

-

Bucky was absolutely disappointed in himself when he had to cancel your weekend movie date. Something happened at the factory and he needed to make a lot of calls to fix the problem. Instead of letting the weekend pass by without spending time together, you suggested staying over at his place instead and wait until he was no longer busy.

You arrived at his unit four hours ago, cooked lunch for the both of you and watched a movie by yourself. Bucky was still stuck in his office, probably stressing over the mishaps at the factory.

He was on the phone when he allowed you to come in, offering you a sweet yet tired smile as he continued to talk. You walked around the place, waiting for him to end the call and came across the framed photo of him with his mom, the one with Steve.

Your stomach dropped when you remembered that you’ve been hiding something from him. Would a white lie be just as bad if you had good intentions?

“Hey, I’m sorry again for canceling.” Bucky sighed as soon as he was finished with his phone call.

You approached him when he held out his hand, taking your wrist and pulling you to sit on his lap, “We can still head out if you want, have dinner and go see the last full show.” he suggested.

You shook your head, “We don’t have to, I know you’re tired.” you reassured as you got up from his lap to stand behind him as he sat on his chair.

Bending down, you whispered into his ear as your hands massaged his shoulders, “How about I just help you relax?”

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle when your hands slid from his shoulders down to his pecs until your fingers reached the band of his sweatpants. You toyed with the strings as Bucky watched, glancing up at you before placing a soft kiss on your jaw.

“You’re gonna kill me, babe.” he said, followed by a groan when you palmed his cock through the fabric of his grey sweats.

His dick hardened at your touch almost immediately, forming an outline that strained against the cloth. Bucky’s sharp intake of breath was loud enough to echo in his office when you slid a hand inside, realizing that he went commando.

“Buy more of these sweats, will you?” you teased Bucky before licking his ear, taking his lobe in between your teeth to tug at it.

Bucky choked on his moan when you wrapped a hand around his shaft, firmly squeezing the base before sliding your hand upwards. You thumbed his slit, spreading the bead of pre-cum all over so you can easily pump his cock.

“Shit, feels so good, baby…” Bucky hissed, lifting his hips up as you jerked his hard cock while keeping your lips pressed against jaw.

You loved the feel of his stubbled cheek against your skin as you continued to fist his cock, making sure to press kisses and whisper things you were expecting him to do to you afterwards. Having Bucky look so helpless and reduced to a moaning mess just with your hand boosted your ego.

Who would’ve thought that Mister Barnes could be so whiny and needy?

A few more strokes and Bucky grunted, hissing as he pulled your hand away from his cock at the same time he stood up. The urgency in his movements made his chair roll backwards, gripping you by the waist and hoisting you up. You laughed against his mouth when he rushed into his bedroom, tripping over air in a rush to have you on his bed.

“Hey, I wanted to make you relax.” you told him as he undressed you quickly, pushing you on your back before showering your body with kisses.

He hummed against your stomach, “Tasting you will help me relax.” he said before sliding your underwear down and going to town.

The way Bucky fucked you was so much different from how he used to back then. It was still passionate and almost primal, with his hand wrapped around your throat as he pounded his cock into you. But there was a certain gentleness now, there was vulnerability in how he’d look straight into your eyes or how he would kiss you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, arching your back and holding onto his arms for dear life when he thrusted into you slower but harder at the same time. Each thrust sent your body upwards, your head almost hitting the headboard. Bucky kept his pace steady, he never sped up and you never thought that it could bring you so much pleasure.

Bucky held your throat and kept your face turned to him, he bent down and licked your lips before moving his hand upwards to squeeze your face, forcing your mouth open. He slipped his thumb inside and you sucked, your eyelids fluttering close as you tasted skin.

You opened your eyes and the sight of Bucky gazing down at you with so much adoration made your stomach flutter and your pussy wetter.

“I love you.” he said before kissing you hard at the same time he slipped a hand in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

You moaned into his mouth when you came, holding onto him tightly as he finally sped up his pace. A couple more thrusts and his hips stilled, slamming into you one last time before spurting ropes of his cum inside of you, flooding your channel with his warmth.

“You still don’t have to say it back. I’m not expecting you to anytime soon.” Bucky said before kissing you again.

-

Bucky was on his back and you were beside him, on your stomach, just talking. It was close to dinner by the time the both of you took a rest from pleasuring each other.

“Can I ask you something personal?” you brought up, pressing your cheek further into the pillow.

Bucky smiled, “What is it?” he asked, turning on his side so he can stroke your bare back with his fingers.

“What’s your mom like?”

The movement of Bucky’s fingers against your spine stopped and you thought that you might have overstepped on some boundaries. However, he was quick to hum as if he was trying to find the right words to say.

“She’s lovely.” he said, continuing to draw patterns on your skin, “And she cooks really well. She had this habit of brushing my hair back ever since I was young and I hated it so much when she kept on doing it to me even as a teenager.” Bucky chuckled at the memory.

You laughed, “Never mess with the hair.” you said.

Bucky nodded, “Never. I spent so much time fixing it and then she’d just get her hand up in there. I secretly loved it though.”

“How often do you see her?” you asked again. “You don’t have to answer.” you quickly added.

“Not much. She’s still very distant. Sometimes I’d call her, ask her to come over and cook for me and I always expected for us to be able to talk. But it always ends up in silence. I don’t know what happened to us so I don’t know where to start or what to say. I think she got tired of it so she’d make excuses whenever I’d invite her.” he explained sadly.

You deeply inhaled and then looked up at Bucky, “If you get the chance to talk to her and make things right, would you?”

Bucky let out a deep sigh, “Of course.”

“And your step-brother?” you asked.

Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes, “Don’t count on it.”

You were about to ask about what happened to them when the doorbell rang. Bucky quickly kissed you, saying that he ordered some pizza before putting his sweatpants on and leaving the room.

Upon checking your phone on the nightstand, you saw that Steve had messaged you.

Can you meet with mom and I tomorrow? She wanted to discuss a few things about the party. I didn’t tell her anything about you and Bucky 🤐

Goddamn Steve and his damn emojis.

#bbb writes #the match #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fem!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #sebastian stan

[hanafubukki]

Mischief, Questionable Treats, and Love

Summary: You can’t help but question William’s tastebuds sometimes, but you admitted rather fondly to yourself; you love his tenacity for causing mischief.

Pairings & Characters: William James Moriarty X (Female) Reader; Fred, Albert, Sebastian, and Louis (mentioned)

Notes:  Happy Valentine’s Day💕🌸💕🌸  After seeing some fan art of William enjoying some rather...questionable desserts. I had to write this. 😂😂😂😂 Tagging @thatdazaikin​ and @garmadorkowo​ because they know exactly which fan arts I am talking about (if I find the links to them again, I’ll post it here). Edit: Link

·      YN did not know what to feel.

·      Right in front of her, one Williams James Moriarty was eating something rather…questionable.

·      It was a strawberry cake, which was great and all; but the fish topping is what made her stomach roll.

·      William was halfway through his slice, smiling and munching away.

·      YN didn’t know what to think.

·      She turned and stared at the others in the room.

·      Besides Louis, who was happy that his brother was happy and was tactfully hiding his distaste for the concoction.

·      Albert, Fred, and Sebastian looked as if they were sick to their stomach, as well.

·      YN gave a look to Albert, and he just shrugged helplessly.

·      Why did she have to do everything?

·      “Beloved?”

·      William turned to YN, who spoke after he had finished his slice of…cake.

·      “Yes, dear”

·      “Why not save that cake for later? I brought some dessert from the bakery I work at. I’m sure you and the boys would enjoy them.”

·      William stared at the bag of treats YN gave to Louis, who then started displaying them expertly on a dish.

·      “Why not eat them all together? With all of us, we can finish the cake and the treats you brought.”

·      “No!” The men in the room shouted.

·      William looked at them in confusion.

·      YN quickly shook her hand, drawing the attention of William again.

·      “It’s okay beloved, you should enjoy that cake. You seem to really like it.”

·      Then a thought came into YN’s mind.

·      She couldn’t help but slightly smirk.

·      “Why not take it with you to Sherlock’s home? I am sure he would enjoy that treat as much as you do since you two have such…similar tastes.”

·      “Yes, Brother. Please do take some for the detective, he’ll enjoy it.” Louis interjected.

·      YN couldn’t help but laugh internally.

·      Louis, who now respected Sherlock to a degree, could not help but mess with the detective occasionally.

·      William nodded in agreement, and everyone breathed a collective sigh internally.

·      YN smiled and got up to help Louis with the preparations, despite his protest.

·      Albert takes William’s disaster cake to the kitchen, while Sebastian distracted William by bemoaning the lack of drink.

·      Fred continued tending to his flowers.

·      YN laughed to herself, exchanging a look with her beloved.

·      William was truly the devious sort.

·      She truly loved this man.

·      “Achoo!”

·      “Bless you, Sherlock, someone must be talking about you.” John looked at Sherlock in concern. His best friend made enemies as easily as honey attracted flies, after all.

·      “That’s just a superstition John! No reason to believe in those false tales.”

·      If only Sherlock knew of the catastrophe visiting him in a few days, he would be remembering this instance while eating a very questionable desert.  

·      Sherlock Holmes would literally be eating his own words.

Hope you enjoyed 💕💞💞😊

yes, yes I did have to take a stab at Sherlock lmfaoo 😂😂😂

(This can be loosely...very loosely connected to The Chase Series. There’s one detail in the story that gives it away, but as always; I’ll leave it up to the reader’s interpretation whether they want it connected or not. Personally, I think of it as…a future sort of scene 😊😊💕💕)

#William James Moriarty x reader #yuukuko no Moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku No Moriarty x reader #yuukuko no moriarty #Moriarty of the patriots #moriarty the patriot #Moriarty the patriot x reader #the chase series #Moriarty the patriot the chase series #very loosely connected #up to you wether it is or not #but just tagging for myself #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #fred porlock #Sebastian moran #mtp sherlock #mtp john #mtp x reader #female reader

[ragingbookdragon]

My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

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Change of Plans

Birthday Month Event

Pairing: John Watson x reader

Category: One-shot 

Summary: You get some birthday cuddles from your boyfriend. However, John has more than just a relaxing evening on his mind... 

Warning: None

Birthday Note: Do I have a thing for Martin Freeman and the characters he so brilliantly portrays? Maybe. Is that a bad thing? Absolutely not ;) 

     You came home to the flat to find John in his favorite chair by the fireplace, dozing. It was a comforting sight, especially after a long day working in the office and fighting with Lestrade. You were the detective who supported Sherlock’s assistance. 

     You were the one who defended him and his crazy ways, even when it meant putting your badge on the line. It was exhausting and you loved it. But nothing made you forget a taxing day quite like coming back to John. 

     He stirred as you kicked off your shoes and slid off your jacket, giving a pleased hum when you proceeded to crawl into his lap. “Hello, darling,” his kiss was slow and sleepy. 

     “Hey,” you snuggled into him, forehead resting in the crook of his neck, your arm draped across his waist. “I got your flowers in the office earlier. Thank you, they’re beautiful.” 

     “Good, I’m glad you like them.” John had closed his eyes again as he absently rubbed your back. “Did you get the chocolates too?” 

     You nodded, the memory causing you to smile. “How did you know the strawberry cream-filled ones are my favorite?” 

     John gave a soft chuckle. “Kind of hard to forget something like that.” He lifted his head and kissed the side of your face. “You mentioned it once and I made a mental note of it.” 

     “Thank you, John.” You nuzzled closer. 

     “Happy birthday, darling.” He shifted so he could wrap you up in his arms. “You ready for our date tonight?” 

     “Our date?” You raised your head to look at him. “I thought Mrs. Hudson had planned a party for this evening.” 

     “Well she did, but then Sherlock convinced her that tomorrow would be a better day for it.” 

     “Why would he convince her to change her plans?” 

     “Because, you know,” John cleared his throat as his face grew slightly flushed. “Reservations.” 

     You smiled. “And that’s all?” 

     “Yeah, of course. That’s all.” John sat a little straighter. “You better go on and start getting ready, our reservations are for seven thirty.” 

     Not believing him for a moment, you leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “All right, have it your way.” You moved off his lap and started for the bedroom. “Just as long as the night ends in dessert, I’m all yours.” 

     “Thank goodness we’re going somewhere with dessert then.” John waited until you had gone into the bedroom and shut the door before reaching down to touch the small, square box in his pocket. And the glistening engagement ring hidden within. This was definitely going to be your best birthday ever, for both you and John.

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