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※ℬ𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝑔𝓈
ɴsғᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ[ᴊᴏᴜɴᴏ sᴀɪɢɪᴋᴜ x ᴅᴏᴍ ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss ᴍᴇ.[ғʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏsᴛᴏᴇᴠsᴋʏ x sᴜʙ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] sғᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɴsғᴡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴛᴄʜᴏᴜ. ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ?[ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ x ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ’ᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴇᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ.[ғʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏsᴛᴏᴇᴠsᴋʏ x ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ? ʟᴇᴛ’s ʀᴇsᴛᴀʀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ.[ғʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏsᴛᴏᴇᴠsᴋʏ x ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʙᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟ.[ʙsᴅ x sᴜʙ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]
sғᴡ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ[ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] sᴜɢᴀʀ ʀᴜsʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs[ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀɪᴄʜ ᴋɪᴛsᴜɴᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs[ᴀᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ[ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴡɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ[ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴇɢɪɴ![ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀɪᴄʜ ᴋɪᴛsᴜɴᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)ʏᴏsᴀɴᴏ ᴀᴋɪᴋᴏ)]
※𝒥𝑜𝒿𝑜'𝓈 ℬ𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒
ɴsғᴡ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ.[ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ x ᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.[ᴍɪsᴛᴀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴏ x ᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] sғᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs[ᴀʙʙᴀᴄᴄʜɪᴏ ʟᴇᴏɴᴇ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ[ᴛʀɪsʜ ᴜɴᴀ x ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.[ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ x ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ[ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ x ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʏɪᴘᴇᴇ[ᴛɪᴢɪᴀɴᴏ x ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x sǫᴜᴀʟᴏ]
※ℒ𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓂/𝒱𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓁 ℋ𝒾𝓉
※ℳ𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓉
sғᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs [ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ x ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴡɪᴘ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀ~ [ ᴍᴏʀ ɪᴀʀᴛʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!] ᴡɪᴘ
※𝒪𝒷𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝑒! 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒?
Reposting again because y’all don’t seem to know
PSA FOR ALL FANFIC WRITERS.
DONT 👏 TAG 👏 CHARACTERS/PEOPLE 👏 AS 👏 X/READER 👏 OR 👏 X/OC 👏 OR 👏 X/CHARACTER 👏 IF 👏 THEY 👏 ARE 👏 NOT 👏 THE 👏 MAIN 👏 COUPLE 👏
Y'all it’s honestly so frustrating. I mean I get it, I want my work to be seen too. I’ll usually tag a few people that are present in the fic, in the tags, just to be more thorough.
But there is a fine line between tagging let’s say #Captain America and #Captain America x Reader when it’s a Tony Stark x Reader fic.
Especially since Tumblr’s tagging system is already kinda fucked, you don’t make it worse by tagging different people.
Sure, adding more people it gets your work seen in more tags, but not in the light you’d want it to. Personally, if I see a fic that has been tagged with a certain character, that isn’t the character I’m looking for, I pass right by it.
In fact, I make a point to not read it, because that’s just downright lying and frustrating as hell.
Another example, my friend and I like the YouTubers Sam and Colby, Devyn and Corey, Elton Castee and Aaron Doh. (Or the people that live/lived in the “Trap House”) While I like Colby (as does she) she also likes Aaron. So far we’ve only come across one Aaron fic, but in the Aaron Doh x Reader tag? All Colby fics. The only reason we found the one fic was because the girl posted her master list.
I’ve been encountering this since I joined Tumblr, and it’s always frustrated me to no end. So I’ve finally decided to say something about it.
JUST DONT DO IT. YOUR FIC WILL GET NOTICED.
Maybe not as much as you want it to, but that doesn’t give you a right to be disrespectful to those who do write, who aren’t getting reads because you decided your fic was more important. Thank you.
(And yes I will be tagging X Reader stories, not to be hypocritical, but because this needs to be seen by the people that are doing it) (which yes I know is also hypocritical but at least I acknowledge it)
Masterlist
Updated 17/03/2021
Here are the majority of people I write for, at the moment I am in my studies so expect things to move slow, but when inspiration hit. I am going to go hard. My inbox is CLOSED for now. Enjoy my loves
JUST POSTED - Sanctuary 05/10/21
Currently working on -
[Siren’s Lullaby]
[Massimo x reader]
- 619x
Steve Rogers
The Boys
MARVEL
Witcher
This was so amazingly soft, it was so gentle despite the gruesome topic, how did tou even manage that???? That's some talent right there, wow. You really depicted it like you knew exactly what you were talking about (not implying you didn't), even with the quite vague description I gave you. The way you put in triggers that set off the urges, the boys helping the reader, it was those details that made the story flow so smoothly and perfectly. Wow, this was one of the best things I've read in a looooooong while. I couldn't praise it or you enough, really! Thank you so much again.
Let’s get some dinner.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader, John Watson x Reader
Warnings: Destructive, selfharm, mentions of starvation.
Request. Hi! Can I request a Sherlock x reader (a fic or headcanons, whatever you choose) where the reader is as destructive as he is? For example (and I’m not proud of this, trust me…) I’ve starved myself for long periods of time or randomly hurt myself, like banging my head on the wall. If you won’t write this, for any reason, just let me know. Thank you so much!
I tried to keep this one gender neutral.
Sometimes you’d get so engulfed into your work, or a case or something you were obsessing about, that everything around of you seemed to disappear. Sherlock usually had the same problem, he’d even given the ‘problem’ a name; his mind palace. And while you did not think that it was the same, John had walked in multiple times with the two of you, zoned out. If it wouldn’t be for John, the two of you would probably go on without any food for the rest of the day. Sometimes you’d go without food for more than two days, only to be reminded that you needed something in order to proces everything normally. It wasn’t that you did it on purpose. From a young age you had displayed behavior that others would deem harmful or destructive. All to yourself. And while your parents had tried multiple times to rid you of such behavior, it sort of sticked. Fortunately with some psychological help, and later on that of John and Sherlock, most of the damage would be minimal.
Besides, not eating most of the time was great for your figure.
As a young child you’d have mostly urges. To hit a wall. Or suddenly slam your head against the wall. There were other urges. More severe ones. There was one ‘accident’ with the knife. But after that you learned to suppress most urges. Neither you nor your parents ever wanted to experience that again.
Now that you were an adult, living on your own, you no longer had the supervision of your parents. You’d chosen a place in the middle of London and quickly made friends with the famous detective and his friend. They looked out for you, and in some way you did the same for them.
Most of the urges would quickly fade. And when you were near Sherlock or John, they would distract you. It was usual Sherlock who would recognize the certain facial expression you had. When you would be alone, there would be the occasional urge to slam your head. There was this one particular wall who seemed to trigger you. Which was why you’d spend most of your time in Sherlock and John’s apartment. A silent agreement the three of you had. They wouldn’t question you when you’d walk in, nor would the belittle you when you’d have one of your accidents. It was rare for John to have to patch you up. Fortunately.
And while most of the times you went along with them on cases, this time you were in your own apartment. You weren’t certain anymore why. However you had followed the case closely. Something about a killer that would only kill certain people. Most of the victims looked like you. Which was probably why neither Sherlock or John wanted you to tag alone. Afraid of the danger they might put you in.
So you decided to help them in your own way. Text certain details you had found. Or go online in order to find more information. A pattern maybe. You didn’t think about your environment, or the time. Only about the case and wanting to help out. You were kind of thirsty, however you had pushed the feeling away, not feeling the need to drink or eat. The only thing you did do, was shower when you felt like it. Just because it helped you think, before slipping back into a state of pure concentration. You were close. You could feel it. There was just one thing you were overlooking and you couldn’t stand it. You’d eat something later. Maybe tomorrow. But for now you just wanted to find the last piece of information you needed. Focussing on your screen made all the other urges disappear. Walking by the one wall did not seem to trigger anything, not with the case on your mind. The only thing you’d occasional do, was slam your knuckles on the table when you couldn’t find something.
The sudden knock on your door startled you. Bringing you back to realization. “(Y/N)?”, you heard Sherlock’s voice on the other end of the door. You hadn’t heard him come back from the case. When you glanced outside you saw that it was dark. The only light coming from outside was one of the lampposts. You moved to stand, reaching out to open the door when you realized how cramped and painful your hand was. When you glanced down you noticed the blood. shit. While Sherlock or John never berated you for your destructive behavior, you could tell that it disappointed them. So when you opened your door, you hid your hand behind of your back, flashing him a smile. “Hey there Sher. How’s the case? Any details you can share?” you stepped aside when he moved inside of your home. He glanced at you for a few seconds before taking in the room. Obviously deducting what had happened here for the past.. hours? What time was it?
“Solved it yesterday actually”, Sherlock turned around so he could look at you. Your raised eyebrow made him smile, however it was quick to fade. Had he known you were trying to solve the case as well, he would have come and visited you earlier. But he had been so busy, so occupied that when John mentioned your name earlier he realized that something was off.
Before you could speak Sherlock spoke again. Taking in your form as he explained how he had cracked the case. You groaned, slightly annoyed that the answer had been so obvious. “When was the last time you ate?” he suddenly asked, making you frown. It had been a while, you knew that yourself. And by the way Sherlock was asking it, you were certain he could tell. With your hand still ‘casually’ behind your back you stepped closer. Looking at the bottle of water next to your laptop. It was half empty. “When did we have dinner again”, it was after that when Sherlock received a text and left you, muttering about the murder. “Three days ago”, he squinted slightly at you, approaching you and putting his hand on your back so he could guide you out of your house. The tone of voice alongside with the realization that it had been three days since you ate something, made you cringe.
You could feel you stomach hurting, and while you ignored the feeling while you were alone, now that you were in the presence of Sherlock it only stung more. The fact that you did it again. Not only did you disappoint yourself, you disappointed other people by your actions as well, and that seemed to hurt more. You didn’t speak, just walked along Sherlock as he guided you in his room. John was about to greet you, but he read the grim expression on your face and raised an eyebrow at Sherlock. You didn’t watch the exchange, but knew that John was quickly informed of the situation. “John, grab the first aid kid, (Y/N) seems to have hurt their hand”, Sherlock moved to his chair, watching you as he had you on his couch. You couldn’t read his emotions, however you felt scared by the way he eyed you. Your parents were sweet. They had done their best by helping you out. But in situations like this they would lose their cool. Your mom would cry most of the time, your dad would shout. Both not understanding what was going on in that head of yours.
However Sherlock was not your mom or dad. He had never raised his voice with you. “I’m sorry”, you mumbled, not wanting to speak up or acknowledge that you had done something so stupid. Sherlock had guided you to his room, because he had realized before you did, that you were to weak to move on your own. Going without food for three days had made your head fuzzy and light. John sat beside you, taking your hand so he could look at it. You did the same. Seeing the bruising, the dried up blood around the knuckles. It wasn’t broken, you could tell the difference. But it was sure going to hurt for a while. John’s smile was warm. He looked tired, but he never seemed too tired to take care of you. He was too good.
Sherlock gave you a smile of his own. They were rare. But they meant a lot to you. “Let’s get you something to eat shall we?” it was late, too late to go somewhere, but not too late to order something in. While John tended to your hand, Sherlock ordered you something to eat while he discussed the case. He was curious how far you had gotten. Maybe he just wanted to see what you had came up on your own, but at the same time he was trying to understand your pattern. He had made a mental list of whatever triggered these self-destructive behaviors. He had spoken multiple times to John about you. Checking whether he was missing something just so he could help you. Knowing that his presence made it easier for you, he had no problem in taking you under his wing.
You’d felt like a freak. But with John and Sherlock near you, you knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of.
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Birthday Boy
A short blurb involving my beloved detective. This is kinda rushed and scattered since I should’ve been in bed hours ago but I’ll probably do another birthday surprise for him sometime later. Cheers 🥂
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username). Repost because the other flopped & wasn’t showing up in tag searches.
Almost immediately you pin him under you when he walks through the bedroom door, his expression bewildered at why you were being so insistent of having him in bed with you so early.
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Headcanons of you being Sherlock’s wife in Enola Holmes
Summary: reader insert of enola holmes movie
Henry!Sherlock Holmes x Wife!reader
Notes:
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
Comments and kudos are highly appreciated :)
words: 2400
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Headcanons of you being Sherlock’s wife in Enola Holmes 2
Summary: reader insert of enola holmes 2 movie
Henry!Sherlock Holmes x Wife!reader
Notes:
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
Comments and kudos are highly appreciated :)
words: 2400
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Swallow
Swallow
Summary: Sherlock allows you to sample his favorite brandy. He has you drink it in the most unusual way.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Warnings: 18+ smutty content, petplay? (use of the terms “pet” and “master” but that's about it), consumption of alcohol, spitting kink (spitting drink into mouth), praise kink, a little bit of dumbification, hinted blowjob- Let me know if I forgot anything!
Word Count: 800ish
Any typos are my own!
A/N: YAY! 211 followers!😆 Thank you all so much! I wanted to get this little oneshot posted before I go to bed, just to keep your desires satisfied until I can put together something a little longer hehe 😉 Enjoy everyone!
Your head was resting on his knee as his fingers buried themselves in your hair, massaging your scalp. He chuckled when you purred at the spine tingling sensation. Sherlock gazed down at you as you pressed your cheek into the fabric of his trousers, your eyes closed in bliss.
“Does my little rabbit enjoy it when I give her pets?” He hummed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
You peeked at him, nodding bashfully. You did enjoy his gentle caressing, perhaps even too much. You knelt at his feet as he reclined in his favorite armchair. He cradled your jaw as he grinned once more. His thumb rubbed your cheek.
“How sweet you are, pet. Such a good girl.” He murmured as he reached for his brandy on the side table.
You watched him take a sip, wondering what it tasted like. You had never been allowed to taste his favorite brandy before. He raised a brow, smirking as you gazed at him curiously.
“Are you thirsty, pet? I suppose a little sip won’t hurt you.” He cocked his head to the side. “What do you say?”
Sherlock was always adamant about using your good manners.
“Please, may I have a sip, sir?” You sat up straighter as you looked into his eyes.
“Good girl. Just a sip.” He tugged lightly on the back of your hair, making you lean back. “Open your mouth.”
Without hesitation, you opened your lips. Sherlock smiled at you, still tenderly stroking your cheek.
“You will take what your Master gives you, pet. And you will be grateful.” He reminded you of your place.
You nodded. The detective hummed and raised the glass to his lips. He took a big swig, holding the liquid on his tongue as he bent down. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise when he spat the brandy into your open mouth.
The action was humiliating yet so arousing. He emptied his mouth into yours, making you shiver. The brandy was strong and made your taste buds tingle as it coated your tongue. He licked his lips as he pulled away, cradling your jaw.
“Good rabbit. Now swallow.” He closed your jaw with his hand, watching you carefully.
You did so. It burned your throat and settled in your stomach warmly. You hiccuped, biting your lower lip as you coughed softly.
“T-Thank you, Master.” You rasped.
Even though the drink wasn’t great, the fact that it came directly from Sherlock’s mouth made your pussy pulsate in need. He tossed his head back with a soft laugh.
“It is too strong, darling?” He watched you shrug. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful for not liking it.
“How about another sip?” He offered with a smirk and you hesitated. You squirmed, trying to get any bit of pressure on your aching cunt.
After a pause, you nodded. Without being asked, you opened wide for him. He grinned and took another sip. He spit it into your mouth again, this time tugging at your hair.
“Swallow.” He growled.
You obeyed, moaning as it burned all the way down. He snickered a little. You pinched your eyes shut, throbbing between your legs once more.
“Thank you.” You looked down, trying not to let him see you wince.
“What a good little pet I have. Taking what her Master gives her without a second thought. All you want to do is please me. Oh, yes. That’s all that tiny mind of yours worries about. How to please your Master. It’s your only purpose, isn’t it?” He cooed, setting the glass down so he could bring your face up.
“From sunrise to sunset, all you think about is me. What a loyal pet you are, sweet rabbit.” He purred, holding your face in his hands.
His praise made you squirm and nuzzle his palms. He smelled so good. The detective hummed as he watched you lean into his touch. It made you open your eyes when his hands fell from your cheeks.
“Look at what you’ve done.” He clicked his tongue, pointing to his lap.
You followed his finger, gasping when you noticed the bulge he was sporting. His finger snapped, bringing your attention back to his face. He shook his head scoldingly.
“What am I to do with this? Who will take care of this need I have?” He sighed dramatically.
You jumped at the opportunity. Tugging on his pant leg, you whimpered desperately. The need to please him filled you. You sat your chin on his thigh, waiting for further instruction. His permission was needed before you could make a move. Sherlock laughed at your eagerness.
“My pet, will you take care of me? How sweet. Go ahead, unbutton my trousers. I have something else to slip into your sweet mouth.” He reclined and nodded for you to continue.
“And don’t forget to swallow what your master gives you, darling.”
A/N: Love you all! Goodnight 💜
Taglist: @sunshine-with-daisy @leigh70 @islacharlotte @lysarria @kebabgirl67 @pandaxnienke @identity2212 Credits: Divider- @firefly-graphics
Hello, yes, welcome to this tiny list of things I have written. At this time, all of it is smutty 18+ nonsense, so if that's not you: turn around and walk away! This is not for you!
Summary: The shenanigans of eight college guys who share a house...
(Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt - University Edition.)
Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 -- Part 7 -- Part 8 -- Part 9 -- Part 10 --
Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under a lot of stress. (Dom!August x fem!reader. This is smut and I mean SMUT.)
Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6
Summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?" (Contractor!Sy x OFC (Lara))
Preview 🍂 Part 1 🍂 Part 2 🍂 Part 3 🍂 Part 4 🍂 Part 5 🍂 Part 6 🍂 Part 7 🍂 Part 8(coming soon)
A little short (August Walker x reader) - Smut
Summary: You try to prove August Walker isn't the boss of you. Turns out he is, and you're screwed.
In all fairness... (Walter Marshall x reader) - Smut
Summary: It's date night, and you found the perfect outfit... In hindsight it may have been a little too perfect.
— 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 – 𝐈𝐕
JANUARY 2023 | 60 FICS
♕ Female reader insert and OFC-centered. (Summaries and warnings included.) ♛ 18+ - Please respect the authors' wishes regarding interactions. ♕ Henry Cavill. Captain Syverson. Geralt of Rivia. August Walker. Walter Marshall. Sherlock Holmes. Clark Kent. Napoleon Solo. Charles Brandon. Hellraiser!Mike ♛ Heed the warnings. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. ⚠️ Support writers. Do not forget to comment/reblog these stories. ⚠️
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[❣] Fluff | [֍] Smut | [➷] Angst | [✩] Favorites
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♔ 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋 ♔
✩✩ Sunday Morning [❣] by @bakarilennox
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: I just had this idea in my head and I just wish this was my reality, okay? Okay. And this is like my all-time second favorite pic of him, I’m not sorry at all. ❥ Warnings: is so much fluff that you would spontaneously combust a warning? 👀🤷🏾
— Anything [❣] by @7eamfan7asy
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: you’re coming home after a rough day at work and find solace in Henry’s embrace. ❥ Warnings: none.
— Love Bite [❣] by @delicate-moon-princess
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: it was just a little love bite. Who knew Henry could be so dramatic? ❥ Warnings: RPF, mostly fluff with a hint of sexual undertones, kissing, licking, biting, minor cursing at the end, major pouting from Henry, overall playfulness and cute couple moment.
— ✩ Sunshine Daisies [❣ ֍] by @thelastsock
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Warnings: contains smut! No mentions of condoms (be safe everyone!), contains lots of flowery language and feeeeeelings.
— Midnight Snack [➷] by @sweetdreamsofgelato
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: after a long business engagement, Henry takes you out on a midnight snack run. ❥ Warnings: RPF; Mild Emotional Angst. Slight Existential Crisis. Brief Kissing (is that classified as a warning or a promise, I can’t decide.)
— ✩ Pitching Tents [֍] by @angryschnauzer
❥ Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans ❥ Summary: Ooof… *insert breathless spongebob meme here* Okay, so your co-stars Chris and Henry invite you along for a long weekend camping trip, and in the wilds of nature they let their inhibitions be set free. ❥ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (female receiving), Oral Sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, threesome, spit roasts, fingering, grinding, handjobs, vaginal creampie, sloppy seconds, cockwarming, sex outdoors, anal sex, unprotected anal sex, anal creampie, anal sloppy seconds, degrading talk, zero inhibitions, no refractory period, aftercare, crack fic, utter filth, you. have. been. warned., and the world’s best camping table.
— Unnamed Drabble [❣] by @henryofsteel
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: you surprise henry with some home baked healthy snacks. ❥ Warnings: none.
These are all written by the brilliant Forest Nymph herself, @littlefreya
— ✩ Silverfox [❣]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Henry is turning grey and you find it quite irresistible. ❥ Warnings: Fluffy floof fluff, slightly suggestive but no smut.
— White Honey [❣ ֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: waking up the morning after you lost your virginity to Henry, you muse of the night before while feeling hungry for more. ❥ Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, mentions of blood, mentions and slight oral, unprotected sex, bodily fluids.
— Spooky Season [❣]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Halloween is your favourite holiday, and frankly, it’s quite an obsession of yours. However, seeing Henry and you just started dating, you are rather insecure and afraid of what he might think of you if he finds out… ❥ Warnings: PG13, gooey fluff, insecurity, a new relationship, romance.
✪ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ✪
— ✩✩ Of Invests and Returns [➷ ❣ ֍] (on-going series) by @mayloma — Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8; Part 9; Part 10
❥ Pairing: CEO!Sy x Dahlia Lewis (OFC) ❥ Summary: Due to global economic troubles, Sy was forced to sell most of his company's shares to investors. Much to his displeasure, the investors commissioned a business consultancy to check the company for potential savings and optimization. Dahlia Lewis is one of the unwelcome visitors. And Sy's first encounter with her doesn't go smoothly. ❥ Warnings: enemy vibes, pining, fluff, angst, smut, mentions of war, implied PTSD, business situations...
— The Same Old Song [➷ ֍] by thesaucynomad (now only on AO3)
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Sy stops by one night and wants to know if you’ve missed him. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - angst, smut.
— A Captain & His Cowgirl [❣ ֍] (on-going series) by @winter2112rose
❥ Pairing: Syverson x “Sugar Lips” (unnamed OFC) ❥ Summary: A series of one -shot stories about how one meeting on a night out, changes the life of a young solider, Travis ‘Sy’ Syverson, forever. Giving him the one thing, he’s always dreamed of, a family. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - fluff, smut: (oral, fingering & penetrative. Food Play). Drinking, Swearing. Mentions of solider duties and war.
— Magenta [֍] by @scorpiobitch95
❥ Pairing: unnamed OFC ❥ Summary: She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night. ❥ Warnings: 18+ ONLY - smut, thigh riding, swearing, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, sex (p in v), slight dom/sub behavior if you squint, light praise kink, bodily fluids.
All written by @angryschnauzer
— Wrong Number [֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: after a stressful week at work, you send a booty call text to a guy you’ve met on Tinder, but it goes to the wrong person… and that person is your boss. ❥ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Booty call, Dirty Talk, Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Doggy Style, oral sex (male receiving), Pearl Necklace.
— Happy Mother’s Day [֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Warnings: 18+ - Smut, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex, Sy being a bit of a horny beast.
All written by @sillyrabbit81
— Tick Tock [❣ ֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: you want a baby, who better to give you one than your friend Sy? ❥ Warnings: implied smut, over clothes touching of Sy’s pp, recreational drinking, drunk kissing, fluff, slight angst.
— The Last Customer [❣ ֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: while waiting for your ride home after work, you meet an interesting stranger and his temperamental motorcycle. ❥ Warnings: implied smut, swearing, mostly just fun flirty stuff.
— Riding High [֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Syverson takes you for your first motorcycle ride. And you like it... a lot. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - Smut, oral (f receiving).
—✩ Nice Reward [➷ ❣ ֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: you accidentally give away to Sy that you have a praise kink. Your ex always made you feel ashamed of your kink, so how will Sy react? ❥ Warnings: 18+ - praise kink, smut, fingering (f receiving), implied oral sex (f receiving), mentions of kink shaming, some angst.
— Thrill Me, Chill Me [❣ ֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: your best friend invites you to a The Rocky Horror Picture Show Halloween party. Dressed as Janet you feel a little vulnerable, until you meet the guy dressed as Rocky and then the evening takes an exciting turn. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - fluff, very mild angst, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), mild dirty talk, a bit of silliness, Sy being a cheeky bastard.
— Will You Miss Me at All? [➷ ֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: despite your misgivings you visit Sy the night before his deployment. ❥ Warnings: angst, implied sex.
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—✩ Lookout [➷ ❣ ֍] (sequel to Will You Miss Me at All?)
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: you and Sy have been married for ten years. About 18 months ago you split up to protect yourself and your two boys after he refused to get help with his issues. Sy agreed to get help and it seems to have worked and now he wants to get back together. He recently got back from a 12-month deployment and you decide to go on a date to see if you can reconcile. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, suggestions of a breeding kink, suggestions of a praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy.
♞ 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 ♞
— ✩✩ What You’d Do for the One You Love [➷ ❣ ֍] by pikapeppa — Third part of the Chamomile and Gwent series on AO3.
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: (sp0iler alert) - Geralt has been training you as a witcher’s assistant for the past year. You’ll soon be setting off on your first journey together, and you’re excited to learn more about his trade by taking some small and simple contracts together along the way. When you and Geralt accept a contract from a man named Olgierd von Everec, however, you learn much more than you bargained for. You learn that a contract is never simple nor small, whether it be a witcher’s contract or a contract of a trickier nature. You learn, quite painfully, what it really means to love someone. And most painfully and terribly of all, you learn what it is to truly hate. ❥ Warnings: Fluff, Angst and Smut, Gentle Dom!Geralt, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, cameos from other characters, graphic depictions of violence, blood, monsters, action/adventures, mild suspense/horror… Sally’s Note: this is my favorite Geralt series ever!
✩ Give You Peace [❣] by @hiscyarika
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: when he can’t sleep, Geralt turns to Reader (who is a healer) for relief. ❥ Warnings: none.
— The Inn: Part One & Part Two [➷ ❣] by @sillyrabbit81
❥ Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Lyssia (OFC) ❥ Summary: Geralt tries not to fall in love with the serving girl at the inn. ❥ Warnings: angst and mild fluff (?)
— Comfort [➷ ❣] by @notabronte
❥ Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Henry Cavill x unnamed OFC ❥ Summary: series of drabbles I just vomited in a doc because I’m deeply hurt that this man will not be playing Geralt anymore. Main theme is comfort. ❥ Warnings: none, mostly fluff, some RPF (towards the end)
— ✩ Look Into My Eyes [֍] by captainsy-cookiemonster
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Warnings: +18 minors dni, straight up porn, forced eyecontact is that a thing like as a warning?, shy reader, mDom, some fluff at the end.
—✩ Ghost of The Past [➷ ❣ ֍] by @daydreaming-in-letters
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Geralt finds himself at the court of King Milogost of Arstenheim in the hope of some coin, but what he discovers there is more than he could have ever hoped for. ❥ Warnings: angst, talks of death, loss and grief, vaginal sex, fluff.
— Not a Man of Many Words [❣ ֍] by @gummydummy19
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Geralt of Rivia isn't a man of many words, luckily words aren't what you need him for. ❥ Warnings: smut, cockwarming in a bathtub (yes, IN A BATHTUB), biting, jandjob, slights thigh riding/grinding, maybe a few curse words, kissing.
— Bathhouse (completed mini-series) [➷ ❣ ֍] by @cavillanche
❥ Pairing: Geralt x Lidka (OFC) ❥ Summary: after a rough job leaves him injured, Geralt visits a bathhouse. ❥ Warnings: none.
—✩ Needle & Sword [❣ ֍] by @thelastsock
❥ Pairing: Geralt x Márta (OFC) ❥ Summary: it’s always been the Seamtress and her cat. That is until Geralt, and his faithful mare Roach, walk through the village one summer’s day on the edge of Autumn. Which is mightier, the Needle or the Sword? ❥ Warnings: mild pining, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, passing references and descriptions of wounds and battles, a dick scar (yup!), references to prey/predator vibes, Geralt being a little bit of switch maybe? And copious amounts of eye contact. Also, a cat being a cat.
— Leather & Lace [֍] by @kittenofdoomage
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Y/N has need of an escort, and Geralt is the only person she trusts to protect her but will their history pose a problem? ❥ Warnings: slight angst, mentions of prostitution/sex work, familial/marital death, loss of virginity (discussed), smut.
— The White Wolf: Part One, Part Two & Part Three [❣ ֍] by @brexrif
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Can I ask you a romantic scenario with Geralt and a shy girl who starts to follow him and Jaskier after Geralt saved her life? Can I ask you to add some smut too? If you are comfortable with that. Can I ask you to make the girl a virgin too? ❥ Warnings: fluff, smut.
♚ 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ♚
—✩ Room with a View [֍] by @daydreaming-in-letters
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: A mysterious stranger invites the reader to his hotel room. Despite the danger he exudes, she can't help but give in to her desire. But is she willing to play by the rules? ❥ Warnings: dom!August, dark(ish), teasing, orgasm denial, bondage, manhandling, oral (male receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, rough sex, role play, (recreational) drinking, dirty talk, language.
— Happiness is a Butterfly [➷ ❣] by @poledancingdinos
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Warnings: angst with a happy ending.
—✩✩ Holiday Angel [➷ ❣ ֍] by @deandoesthingstome
❥ Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Fem!Reader ❥ Warnings: age difference (m 40′s, f 20′s; it’s your best friend’s dad for god’s sake), mention of cheating, mention of phone sex, masturbation (f), light!dom (m)/sub (f), praise kink, lingerie, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v sex in various positions, protected sex, light bondage, spanking and ass play; if this doesn’t sound like something you’d be into, I won’t be offended if you scroll on by.
All written by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether
— ✩ A Night in Paris [❣ ֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: August takes your virginity. ❥ Warnings: explicit, loss of virginity, soft!August, fingering, sexual intercourse (p in v), hints of corruption kink, some fluff.
— Burning Love [➷ ❣]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Everyone (including you) thought that the love of your life was dead. But August Walker doesn't give up that easily. ❥ Warnings: angst, scarred face, fluff, passionately making out.
All written by @littlefreya
— Hood Ornaments [֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather gloves. ❥ Warnings: 18+, unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition.
— Sweet and Spicy [֍]
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Warnings: Bondage, Sub!August, oral, Smut + Fluff
♤ 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 ♤
— ✩✩ The Bodyguard [➷ ❣ ֍] (on-going series) by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether — Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7
❥ Pairing: Walter Marshall x Svetlana MacRieve (OFC) ❥ Summary: brooding ex-cop Walter Marshall is hired as a bodyguard for a woman who will prove to be more than a mere assignment. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - slow burn, swearing, cursing, drunkenness, jealousy, romance, fluff, angst, smut: explicit, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, mild foot worship, orgasm, bodily fluids...
✩✩ Night Moves [➷ ❣ ֍] (on-going series) by @deandoesthingstome
❥ Pairing: Walter Marshall x Alexandra Pierce ❥ Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - in general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, alcohol, general violence, and maybe some comfort.
— Guardian Angel [❣ ֍] by @littlefreya
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: you are to be used as a bait in Walter’s investigation, and so he helps install the tracking equipment below your dress. ❥ Warnings: fluff, romance, a hint of smut, a pinch of oral (pussy kissing), groping, a pinch of angst because it’s Walter, semi-public PDA.
— Cuddle Buddy Wanted [❣] by @capncassas
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: after reading an ad on the internet from you looking for a cuddle buddy, Walter is seriously concerned for your safety. ❥ Warnings: pure loving Walter fluff being a big body guard.
— Bite of the Bear [❣ ֍] by @angryschnauzer
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: whilst at the Syversons’ end of summer party, you and your husband Walter sneak off to watch the fireworks in private, and he proves that bears do bite… and you like it. ❥ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Neck Biting Kink, Biting, semi-public sex, public orgasm, kitchen sex, unprotected sex.
— Home for the Weekend [❣] by captainsy-cookiemonster
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: after finally closing the case he’s been working on for weeks, Walter comes home to his equally exhausted wife. They decide to spend the weekend on the couch, cuddled up together and eating takeout. ❥ Warnings: nothing really, fluff, tiiiny bit of angst if you squint maybe, implied nudity? (Walter takes a shower), also worth a warning that I’ve been pretty writer-blocked the last few months and am still not completely rid of it… also not beta’d all typos are mine, also this is my first time writing for Walter and this is completely based on the very few soft moments we saw of him, especially his last scene.
— "I've Missed You" [➷ ❣] by @sweetdreamsofgelato
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Prompt: “I’ve missed you” kiss. ❥ Warnings: angst; hurt/comfort vibes
♙ 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒 ♙
— Breeding Kink Drabble [֍] by @sillyrabbit81
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Prompt: “That one. I’m gonna breed that one.” ❥ Warnings: 18+ - breeding kink, cream-pie kink, p in v sex.
— Pipe Smoking Drabble [֍] by @littlefreya
❥ Pairing: reader insert
❥ Prompt: “Just wanna lie on daddy Sherlock's arms, watching him smoke as I softly stroke his beautiful, beautiful curls.”
❥ Warnings: 18+ - fingering, hinted spanking.
—✩✩ Exactly What You Need [֍] by @delicate-moon-princess
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: it seems Sherlock understands your needs better than you do. ❥ Warnings: 18+ - smut, unprotected p in v, rough sex, outdoor sex, size kink, breeding kink, slight ass worship? (Sherlock just has such a nice ass what can I say?), old timey views on sex, brief mention of body changing during and after pregnancy.
— What it Would Be Like to Love You [➷ ❣] by @cruelfvkingsummer
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: what happens when a genius and a hopeless romantic are arranged to be wed? Or the one where you broke your own heart to keep him happy only for him to realize all of his happiness lied with you. ❥ Warnings: angst, fluff, cheesy proposals, painfully emotionally unavailable men, my poor oldey writing, jealousy, canon-level violence, guns, injuries.
—✩ The Masked Mystery [➷ ❣] by @youvebeenlivingfictional
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: ❥ Warnings: flouting of Victorian mores; riding; piv unprotected sex
❖ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓 ❖
— Alpha Clark [❣] by @darling-scribe
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Setting: AU ~ A/B/O Universe ❥ Prompt: “A group of Alphas tried to follow me home today.” ❥ Warnings: fluff, ABO Dynamics
— Drabble [❣] by @yespolkadotkitty
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Prompt: person a and person b are in a relationship and at a family dinner the embarrassing baby photos come out. ❥ Warnings: none.
—✩ Contradictions [❣ ֍] by @thelastsock
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Warnings: temperature play, abuse of superpowers, semi-public sex, semi-public touching, consent negotiated, unprotected sex, tiny bit of exhibitionism implied and I think that’s about it?
❉ 𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 ❉
— In His Arms [❣] by @make-me-imagine
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Warnings: fluff.
—✩ Sweet Surprise [❣] by @nashibirne
❥ Pairing: reader insert ❥ Summary: Napoleon and his wife want a baby. ❥ Warnings: this is so fluffy; it goes without warnings (except for the mention of problems with getting pregnant).
❅ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❅
— Dark Corridors [❣ ֍] by @laketaj24
❥ Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader ❥ Warnings: light fluff, light smut.
— The Natural Thing to Do [❣ ֍] by @geralts-yenn
❥ Pairing: Hellraiser!Mike x Reader ❥ Summary: after another breakup, instead of your best friend you only find her brother Mikey at her home. The guy you had a crush on since you were 12… ❥ Warnings: mention of relationship problems, smut: fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-i-v sex (be smarter than these two and protect yourself, guys!
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Posted: 13/01/2023
— micaela's february recs
ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3
GRISHAVERSE
— nikolai lantsov.
young royals by @clairecrive
currents by @lantsovsupremacist
↳ you are in love
the art of pretension by @fleurspun
↳ sick and stubborn
↳ healer's duties
love language by @fishley
speak up by @prince-septimus
sugar cube by @magpiencrow
a dare for a truth by @sumsebien
— kaz brekker.
when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds
confrontations in a lonely club by @curseofaphrodite
what do you want from me? by @romeomontaague
silent birthdays by @amourology
↳ schat
you are done for by @sumsebien
this is what happens by @fishley
MARVEL
— peter parker.
you more than anything by @nghtwngs
↳ you love me, i love you
on that rooftop by @nezuscribe
skateboards, the force, and a lack of pants by @damnedparker
secrets and skateparks by @earthgirl616
aurora by @mgparker
scenes from a modern romance by @dameronology
— marc spector.
just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr
— matt murdock.
green is the color by @courtforshort15
the defence rests by @dameronology
OUTER BANKS
— jj maybank.
hot for a pogue by @butgilinsky
meet me at our spot by @amourology
— rafe cameron.
midsummers by @butgilinsky
so gorgeous it actually hurts by @folkloreslovechild
HARRY POTTER
— fred weasley.
after all this time by @httpbakugou
MARAUDERS
— james potter.
five times james wanted to kiss you and the one time he did by @moonlitmeeks
— sirius black.
all your fault by @heloisedaphnebrightmore
↳ absurd ideas
'cause i don't want you like a best friend by @evermoreal
grand scheme by @fishley
— remus lupin.
it's time to go by @godlessandwrecked
BRIDGERTON
— benedict bridgerton.
en garde by @delphispoeticals
show me love by @romeomontaague
— anthony bridgerton.
should've never let go by @writeroutoftime
illicit affairs by @marwritesgood
— colin bridgerton.
alone together by @romeomontaague
TOP GUN
— bradley bradshaw.
delirium by @kyber-crystal
↳ head in the clouds
ENOLA HOLMES
— sherlock holmes.
invisible string by @marwritesgood
AVATAR
— lo'ak.
in full bloom by @loaksky
— neteyam.
warm hands by @loaksky
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
— aemond targaryen.
corridor kisses by @flowerpotmage
One Night || Sherlock x Reader (smut below cut)
He showed up minutes to noon.
You’d been up late studying, pouring over textbook after textbook that you’d been too tired to bother putting away when you finally crawled into your bed in the young hours of the morning. Your flat was as cluttered as it had ever been with a disarray of notes occupying every surface the eye could see and beside your open laptop, a cold cup of tea sat forgotten amidst the middle of it all, half empty with a shallow ring forming on the wood beneath it.
Your eyes were slow to open at the sound of the incessant knocking on your front door and you stretched with a groan, your half asleep mind fumbling to remember if you were expecting company then. The knocking grew louder, faster, and only after determining that the visitor was definitely not going to stop did you throw your legs over the side, the wood cool cool beneath your feet.
You didn’t bother to move a single hair, despite how atrocious your bedhead surely was, and your eyes fought against every instinct to fall back shut and crawl back into your bed as you stumbled to the front door. Whoever it was had the indecency to wake you from your near-coma and as punishment, they would be forced to endure your unkempt state and most likely harrowing morning breath.
You had barely unlocked the bolts when the door flung open, nearly knocking right into you, and the tall dark blur of the consulting detective swept past you into your flat.
“Y/N, you won’t believe what I saw on my way here.”
You blinked at him, your mind suddenly on as high alert as it could be, and you pushed the door shut behind you. He’d yet to even spare a glance in your direction as he rushed through the room like a storm, his hand running along every surface he passed until he plopped unceremoniously to the spot you’d occupied most of the night before. You watched him fumble with the teacup and he took a sip before promptly spitting it back out into the porcelain.
“Gah, it’s cold.”
“Yeah,” you rasped in a tone that called him out for stating the obvious. “It’s been out all night. Why would you just drink from random cups?”
“Not random,” he mumbled, “it was yours. And I love tea. Can we make tea?”
Your arms crossed as the cogs in your head started to turn. Leaning against the arm of your chair, you peered down at him as he begun to flip through the pages of your various textbooks with both hands, eyes flitting wildly from one page to the next as though he could absorb all the different passages simultaneously.
Though, this was Sherlock, so perhaps he could.
“Sherlock, what are you doing?”
The question went ignored.
“These are boring.” A look of disgust curled the edges of his lips as he moved on to the other open books spread out, finding nothing of interest in those either. “Why are you reading these, Y/N? They’re so boring.”
“They’re for my classes, Sherlock.”
“You already graduated,” he protested, at last turning those bright blue eyes your way. His brows furrowed. “These aren’t for forensics. Why are you studying anatomy now?”
“I enrolled in a nursing program.”
“Why?”
“Because—because I needed a change.”
“Change is upsetting.”
You rolled your eyes at that. “I’m not surprised you would say that.”
“Oh. Oh!” In an instant, he was at his feet once again, all but leaping over the coffee table to cross the room to you. His hands clamped onto your arms and he leaned in, like he often did when he had a breakthrough on one of his cases. “Y/N, you’ll never believe what I saw on my way here.”
“You said that before. So what was it?”
“I was on my way over here and there was a car parked down near Mr. McGillis’s shop—you know the one, with the knives and the clocks?”
“Yes. You took me there two weeks ago on one of your cases.”
“Yes! That one. Well you’ll never believe it but the car—a dog was driving it!”
You cocked your head with a most perplexed expression, one eyebrow raised in disbelief—and not because of his story, but rather the enthusiasm with which he was relaying it.
“I know! Isn’t that the oddest thing?” He let out a burst of laughter and his eyes shined wildly. “Well, of course it wasn’t really driving, but there were two dogs in the front seats and the small one had its paws up on the wheel—here, I have a picture. You have to see!” As he fumbled to reach into his pocket for his mobile, his grip on your arms fell and you took a step away.
“Sherlock.”
His hands abandoned his search and he looked at you once more, a stupid little smile that, in any other circumstance, would have been charming gracing his lips. “Y/N.”
You held out your hand. “Sherlock, give me your list.”
This time, it was he who looked at you in confusion. “My list?”
“Yes, Sherlock. Your list.”
Recognition hit and for a moment, he said nothing.
“I don’t have it,” he lied.
“Yes you do. You always do. Give it here.”
“No.”
“No?”
Like a petulant child, he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his chin.
“If you want it, you have to take it from me.”
You eyed him up and down, reading everything from his posture to his stubborn glare and letting out a resigned sigh, you took a step forward. Your hand slipped into his pocket.
“It’s not in there.”
You glanced at him. “Then wh—“ As your understanding took root, you drew back and glowered. “Sherlock.”
“Go on, love. Take it.”
He was challenging you, his eyes glinting playfully—dangerously—and he pulled the corner of his lip between his teeth with a smirk. You took another step forward as he lifted back the side of his coat and cautiously, as though you could be burned, your fingers slipped into the pressed pocket of his trousers, brushing the crumpled note hidden inside. Before you could pull away, his arms wrapped snugly around you and all but pinned your body against his own, chest and legs and hips pressed firmly together.
“You’re so warm,” he groaned. “Are you always this warm when you’ve just woken up?”
“Sherlock, you’re crushing me.”
His arms loosened ever so slightly but he didn’t let go and he didn’t give you any space to escape from his embrace. It was enough, however, that you could pull your hand out from his pocket, clenching the crumpled paper between your fingers.
“My god,” he groaned again, his deep voice rumbling against your form in a most confusing and pleasant way, “you smell absolutely divine. How is it you always smell so delicious?”
His head dipped and you felt his nose bury into the skin of your neck, into your messy hair, and he hummed against you, sparking tiny shivers that wracked up and down your spine. You were nearly distracted enough to forget the entire purpose of standing so intimately close to him but with how oddly he was behaving, it didn’t stray far from your thoughts. You unfolded the note and did your best to smooth it with the little dexterity your single hand would provide.
As you struggled to see the words from over his shoulder, your eyes widened.
“What the fuck, Sherlock? Ecstasy?”
“It’s fascinating. I can’t believe I’ve never tried it before.”
“Sherlock, why would you take ecstasy?”
For a man who so seldom felt any strong emotions and even rarer still wanted to feel them, it was a most peculiar whim and you found yourself at a loss for words.
“For a case,” he mumbled. His face was still so close to yours, the tip of his nose drawing a delicate path along the line of your jaw. “The victim was drugged at a nightclub and the assumption is that it was the dosage that killed her. Obviously I had to adjust it for my stature.”
In your younger years, you had become well acquainted with it while you were away at university. You were no stranger to its effects or the dizzying euphoria that it created, but seeing that high experienced through Sherlock was jarring and alien to say the very least. You read over the number written out beside the long pharmaceutical name and your eyes widened again.
“I can’t believe you took this much. Jesus Christ—“ you tried to push away but his arms held you against him with alarming strength. “So you, what, figured you would overdose to see if it would kill you?”
“No,” he murmured so softly against your neck. “On the contrary, I’ve never felt so alive. Do people feel like this all the time?”
“When they’re high, yes. That’s what makes it so dangerous.”
“And appealing.”
It would have been impossible not to notice the way his firm hands began to slide across your back, fists curling and uncurling in the fabric of your sleep shirt as though it were an instrument he was all too eager to learn.
His breath fanned warmth against the shell of your ear as he gasped your name. “I feel so strange. And you feel so good.”
This was getting to be too much.
“That’s the drugs talking, Sherlock.”
Your hands rose up between you and as they slid over the smooth fabric covering his chest, he let out a moan that once again left you shivering, unsure if it was your body reacting to the proximity of your situation or if it was a thousand tiny alarms setting off at the sound.
“Fuck, it feels so good when you touch me.”
At that, you shoved him back with every ounce of strength in your body. He stumbled on his feet and looked at you in confusion—dare you say dejection—and his lip pulled down into a pout.
“Why did you do that?”
With the distance returned between you, you were able to clear your mind of the strange illusion he’d cast. Your hands fell to your hips, lips pulling into a most unpleasant scowl. “Damnit, Sherlock, how could you be so foolish?”
“Please.” In an extravagant motion, he waved the pesky thought away and his eyes remained locked on your form, raking up and down over and over in a slow way that made you feel far more exposed than you were. “I’ve done much worse than this.”
“Yes, as though I need the reminder.” Your eyes clamped shut and you pinched the bridge of your nose.
What were you going to do with him? How long has it been since you’d had to deal with someone this high on this particular drug—he might as well have taken Viagra with the way he was carrying about. You let out a sigh, mind searching everything you’d read about drug interactions since beginning your studies and everything you knew from before then, scrambling to remember if you had anything useful for the situation at hand.
You had nothing.
You couldn’t think clearly.
Your eyes snapped open, suddenly, when his face was buried into your neck again—only this time, his tongue lapped out, tracing a lazy pattern against your skin up to your ear and before you could properly prepare for it, his lips closed over the sensitive flesh of your lobe, nibbling and pulling and breathing in a way you never—not in a million years—would have expected from him.
“Sherlock.” Your voice was needy, pleading, but whether you were pleading him to stop or to keep going, you hadn’t the foggiest.
“You’re so bloody soft,” he moaned against you. “Softer than velvet. I wonder if you’re this soft everywhere.”
His warm fingers squeezed your fleece-covered thigh, running up and down with enough force to bruise and his other hand had somehow snaked its way underneath your shirt in your momentary distraction, sliding up and up and up along your ribs until he could very nearly—
“Sherlock Holmes, watch your hands!”
You all but jumped away from him, catching yourself on the edge of the chair to keep from falling backwards in the clumsiest way.
Focus. You needed to focus.
The man looked almost as dazed as you were sure you did and his lips were moist and red and if you weren’t so utterly astounded, it would have turned you on like nothing ever had.
Okay, so it did that anyway—
“I’d like to watch my hands touching every inch of you.”
Fuck.
When his lips stretched into a smirk once more, you almost lost it. You stepped around behind the chair and held your hand up, signaling him to stop before your hormones could cloud your judgement.
“Sherlock, stop it. This isn’t you and I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re high as a kite.”
He made that face again—the one that relayed the depths of his confusion, looking a breath away from upset with his bright blue eyes as wide as could be.
“But I want this.”
“Now you do. Tomorrow you’ll regret it.”
“I promise you I won’t.”
He took a step closer, around the side of the chair you hid behind, and your feet mirrored his to keep distance between you.
“No, Sherlock, please. Your not thinking straight. You need to go sleep this off.”
“Sleep is the last thing I need right now.” His voice was the embodiment of pure sex. He took another step and so did you.
“Then go take a shower. I recommend a cold one.”
“I’d be more inclined if you joined me.”
The thought crawled into your mind and made a nest of its own and for a single moment, you thought your feet might betray every rational thought you had and take him up on the offer.
You couldn’t let that happen.
You darted past him in a quick burst and plucked your purse from its spot beside the door.
“No. I—I have to go to work. I’ll be late for my shift.”
Sherlock stared at you, expression unchanged. “No, you’re lying. I may be ‘high as a kite’, as you put it, but I can still read you like an open book. Or open—“
“Nope.” Your voice pitched and you shrugged your purse onto your shoulder. “Not lying. Gotta go.” Your hand twisted the knob. Without sparing a glance back at him, you called out to him over your shoulder. “The towels are under the sink.”
You slammed the door shut behind you and lasted all the way to the stairwell before you fell back against the wall and let out a long-held groan.
What the hell was he doing to you?
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Experiment
Sherlock Holmes x Reader
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There are many ways to describe THE Sherlock Holmes: Eccentric, Determined, Odd, Genius. Those unfortunate enough to meet him in person would describe him as childish. It’s quite amusing to think that someone as smart as Sherlock would be so childish. He throws tantrums and pouts when he doesn’t get his way. Even when he’s solving a case, he’s giddy like his mommy brought him home a toy. So it should be no surprise he acts childish when he’s in love.
Of course he doesn’t tell you about his new found feelings for you. No, he performs little experiments on you. Trying to inquire if you could share his feelings. He starts off slowly not wanting to alert you. He begins by increasing his physical contact with you. Just a simple brushing of knuckles when passing each other. Or a gentle hand on your back. Light innocent touches, that's all he dares to do. You don’t seem to mind which gives him confidence to continue testing the relationship between you too.
He moves on from light touches to soft words. He’s not bold enough to openly flirt with you. That's not his style but he does tease you in his own way. He’ll whisper his explanations in your ear letting his lips graze your ear ever so lightly. Giving him the out if you should bring it up that it was accidental. He’ll give you compliments in the form of observations. ‘That colour blue suits you’, there simple barely there compliments but he still notes the reddish colour to come to your face at them.
So far it seems you share Sherlock's feelings, but he needs something more concrete if he’s going to confess. So tonight he’s going to be more bold. Johns out with *insert girls name* Sherlock and you will have the flat completely to yourselves. Giving him the perfect atmosphere to collect the last bit of data he needs to know before he reveals his feelings. He needs your pulse, he’s been trying to get it the past week but you always evade him. Moving at just the right moment preventing him from gathering this crucial data. Tonight though he’s determined to get it.
You have a bright smile on your face when you enter the flat holding a bag of take out. If you're being honest you find yourself nervous to be alone with Sherlock in this manner. Of course you’ve spent time alone with him before, though he was always working on a case. This was different, this time his focus would be on you. It is intimidating to have his undivided attention. Honestly you were so surprised when Sherlock texted you to come over. The simple short text of ‘John’s out come over’ It didn’t leave room for you to say no not that you would have. The thought of declining never even crossed your mind. As soon as you got his message you were responding, at first you thought he had a case. Though with a simple text he refuted the idea texting you that he was just inviting you over.
After staring at the text for an absorbent amount of time you finally get ready. Picking up takeout on your way and that's where you are now. Sitting next to Sherlock watching some random tv program while eating your takeout. You’re the first to break the silence, “Is everything alright Sherlock?” You're trying not to ruin the evening but you can’t help but be curious as to what brought on this on. He’s been acting differently all week. It was subtle changes at least in the beginning.
Yesterday when the two of you were walking to the lab he grabbed your hand. Fully interlocking his fingers with you. He didn’t even acknowledge it so neither did you just letting him lead you to the lab.
“Do you think I invited you over because something was wrong?” your face told him his answer. “John was out so I thought we could spend time together” you let out a soft ‘oh’. Not that Sherlock was listening, no he was focusing on your body language. Watching closely at the blush forming on your cheeks. Time to get his last few points of data.
He feels more confident, especially when he moves closer to you and your pupils enlarge. Your voice is background noise to Sherlock, he focused on your pulse. That's beating rapidly under his finger tips. Experiment complete.
He cuts you off mid-ramble placing a kiss against your soft lips. He smirks against your lips when he feels your pulse pick up. When he pulls away your eyes are still closed. “What- you just kissed me” your voice is shaky.
“Yes and I want to do it again, if that’s okay?” While Sherlock was confident in his deducing skills. He was still uneasy about romantical advances.
“Please” you're already tangling your hand in his hair, pulling him back to you.
Sherlock Holmes can be described as many things: Eccentric, Determined, Odd, Genius, and an amazing Kisser.
Empath (Sherlock x Reader)
Words: 922
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: none
A/N: This is just something I had been thinking of for a while. I feel like if magic were to be real in Sherlock’s world, he’d definitely end up with an empath of some sort. I feel like he’d be really interested in her ability at first but at the same time not want to have anything to do with her because emotion is not an advantage and whatnot. But soon He’d just give in and it was the best choice he ever made.
There was nowhere they'd rather be. Laying in each other's arms, with no words to say. They wouldn't need them anyway. With only a look, he could see just what she was feeling. With a touch, she could feel what he felt.
Someone who doesn't feel emotion like others and another who felt everything. A sociopath and an empath.
Running her hand over his bare ribs she could feel the pure relaxation and contentment filling him like hot chocolate on Christmas day. His blue-green eyes peered into hers, seeing the dilated pupils and slightly parted lips. His forehead pressed to hers and their messy locks meshed together.
Their legs were tangled together and his hand rested on her fabric covered thigh. He held the back of her head with his other hand, his arm tucked underneath her neck, keeping her close.
Light filtered through the pale curtains while her soft music played quietly in the air and soothed her mind. Her positive energy cleared his mind and filled him with a sense of fulfillment and warmth that he would have never gotten from any substance before he met her.
His brother always said love wasn't an advantage. He'd obviously has never met anyone like the woman in Sherlock's arms. She cleared his mind, drove away the insanity, and filled him with purpose. He had been clean for months now because of her. She had become his drug in a way.
“Figure it out yet?” Her voice was soft and sweet, sending pure delight through him. He hummed.
“I had it figured out about 30 seconds after we met the client,” he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling in her chest. A smile spread across her face and she pressed her lips to his in an adoring kiss.
“What took you so long?” She teased. “Surely this was a breeze?” He smirked and brought his hand up to run his thumb over her lower lip.
“I was distracted.” He leaned forward to kiss her, only for her to pull back slightly.
“Oh, no! You mustn't get distracted, dear. Lives are on the line!” She grinned at his scowl. He growled and buried his face in her neck.
“It's hardly a five, but you made me take the case. It's not my fault that I find my current company more interesting than whether or not a woman's husband is having an affair with her own brother.”
She chuckled at his grumpy voice and the way he curled his arms around her possessively. Her hand came up to run through his hair, twirling a curl on her index finger.
“Well, you couldn't feel the distress from her handshake. Poor woman, how she couldn't tell that her husband had the hots for her brother is beyond me. Just meeting them both earlier confirmed it. The guilt and adrenaline in the room were stifling.” She scrunched her nose. Sherlock simply observed her.
He adored it when she spoke of what she feels from others. Emotion was something always looked down on in his life, but when he met her, it became such a regular thing that all contempt for it was gone. Now, all he wanted was to hear how people felt through her. Her ability also came in handy during cases when they had some more stubborn clients or suspects. He absolutely adored her.
He grabbed her hand and rested it on his chest, right above his heart. This was his way of expressing his love for her. He still had difficulty wording what he felt, but luckily, he didn't have to with her. She smiled and gently ran her nails over his skin. His body filled with a feeling he once thought he could never feel. But this was coming from her hand. She was pouring her emotions into him. Saying she loved him back.
“Tell me again,” He whispered. She exaggeratedly groaned.
“Sherl, I've told you a thousand times!” she said incredulously, their moment somewhat ruined by his request.
“Please. You know I find it interesting.”
“But I hardly understand it myself.” She pouted. He looked at her with his kicked puppy look. Her frown deepened. “No.” His eyes only seemed to get bigger. “Ugh, fine!”
His face broke out in a satisfied grin. She glared at him.
“Well, it’s like a flow of colors in my mind. All swirling and dancing, sometimes indiscernible from each other. Like a beautiful battle. There’s crimson rage, muddy green jealousy, yellow happiness. When I touch someone, it can see those colors in my mind.” She closed her eyes and ran a hand over his sharp cheek.
“Like right now, I can see orange curiosity, soft blue contentment, and… fiery red love.” She grinned as she opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. His pupils blown and a look of awe across his features. “But there is a sliver of dark grey denial. Still think you can’t love, dear?” She playfully challenged.
“I'll have you know, you are infuriatingly beautiful and intelligent, but you’re wrong. I did once believe I could never feel what I feel for you.” He paused, “granted, everyone else is still morons and I can't stand to be around them. But why do I need to when I have all I need here?”
“Watch out, Mr. Holmes, someone might think you've gone soft.” She chuckled. He laughed in response and smoothed a hand over her hair.
“Soft? No,” he scoffed. “In love? Hm. Yes.
“Love isn't a disadvantage when it's with you.”
Thinking Out Loud (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)
Request: Hi! I saw your dialogue prompts and wanted to request nos. 9, 10, and 42 for Sherlock. A bit angsty and a little fluff if you would. Thank you in advance!
Words: 665
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: FLUFF, marriage
Shaky hands shifted and pulled at the lace sleeves of the dress. Sighs left the cherry lips of the nervous bride in puffs. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought of in just a few minutes she’d be waltzing down the aisle.
“Are you feeling okay?” Mary asked from behind her. (Y/N) nodded with a wavering smile. She was feeling more than okay. She was elated, practically buzzing with anticipation.
“It’s just – I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.” She felt her heart thumped loudly in her chest. “Especially for Sherlock.” She let out a small chuckle. Mary huffed a laugh of agreement while nodding her head.
Flashback
The couple walked side by side near the Eye of London. Some man had been found dead in the river just around here. They were here to find clues as to who killed him.
The woman’s attention was drawn away from her path when she heard a squeal of delight and a woman shouting ‘yes’. A young couple, younger than her and Sherlock, stood at the base of the Eye, wrapped up in each other’s arms in the chilly winter air.
(Y/N) sighed nearly inaudibly, but from how close she stood to her partner, he could easily hear the longing sound.
“Don’t even think about it,” he drawled, not looking at her. “I told you when we first started this relationship, that it would not end up in marriage. It’s not a good idea.”
“I wasn’t – I didn’t…” she sighed heavily. “I don’t expect you to ever propose to me. I’ll be content to just be with you for the rest of our lives… Or until you get bored.” She looked down at her feet, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
Sherlock suddenly stopped and faced her. She didn’t look up to him.
“Look at me.” He demanded, his voice tight. She refused. “(Y/N), look at me… please.”
It must have been important for him to say please. She looked and locked eyes with the detective.
“Don’t ever think I would get bored of you.” He paused for a moment, his brows furrowing. Then without another word he turned and walked away. She watched with wide eyes as his back grew farther away. She had to run to catch up.
Months passed and the two were lounging at home, having just waved Mary and John off. The two had just recently married and were still adjusting to the married life. (Y/N) sat squished in between Sherlock and the couch arm. For some reason unknown to her, he decided to sit as close to her as possible, just short of sitting on her.
“When should we set the date?” Sherlock asked out of the blue. Blinking in confusion, (Y/N) looked up from her book.
“What date?”
“For our wedding, of course.” He rolled his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Just marry me already. I know with John and Mary getting married you can’t stand the thought of not marrying me.”
End Flashback
“I do.” His deep voice rang in tune with her soul. Her smile was blinding to his eyes. Never had he ever met someone so radiant. He was glad she was his. And with this kiss they now shared, she was his and he was hers for the rest of their lives.
“At what point did you think that this was a good idea?” She mumbled, pressing her forehead to his.
“Don’t you remember? At the Eye, I told you I wouldn’t mind you having my last name if that were the only reason we got married.” His hands were soft and warm around hers. She cocked an eyebrow.
“No, you didn’t. You just said we would never get married, then told me that you’d never get bored of me. You stared at me for a bit the just walked away…” She recounted. His face twisted in annoyance.
“I really need to start saying things out loud…”
Yours From The Beginning (Sherlock x Reader)
Request: Hey I love your fics and I was wondering if I could request a Sherlock x Reader fic using prompts 5 and 24. Thank you very much 💕 5 “It’s midnight, what do you want?” 24 “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified, to be honest.”
Words: 1027
Warnings: Domestic violence, abuse, blood, angst.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader
A/N: I apologize for my long absence! I've been going through some mental health stuff, on top of college and moving... But I’m back! I have 4 more requests in my list and we are almost to 300 followers! I can’t believe it! Thank you guys so much! (Also imagine this gif as Sherlock coming to save you!)
All was silent in the building. The tenants of 221 Baker St. all slept on peacefully in their beds. John snores ever so softly, wrapped tightly in his tan sheets. Mrs. Hudson would mumble in her sleep, occasionally a scolding tone would slip out with Sherlock’s name as the subject. But these two are not what held the detective’s attention.
The doorknob quietly jingled as a key was inserted. How he got a copy was beyond the tenant of 221C. (Y/N) was curled up into a ball amongst her lavender blankets. She twitched in her sleep at the sound of footsteps closing in on her bedroom.
The door squeaked open, something she refused to fix specifically for this reason. She was a light sleeper.
“It’s midnight, Sherlock, what do you want?” Her rough, sleepy voice sounded from the mound of blankets. Sherlock didn’t stop as he made his way to her bed, lifting the duvet and nudging her to move over. She groaned and wiggled to the side, allowing him to lay next to her.
This isn’t the first time the two have shared a bed. Having grown up with each other the two knew each other like the back of their hands.
“What’s the matter?” She mumbled, wrapping her arms around him like she does when he’s in a mood. He was silent and she honestly didn’t mind. He seldom answered her if he didn’t want to. Most of the time he just wanted peace and quiet and that’s what she provided. As well as an ear to listen if he needed one.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and tangled their legs together. She was wearing shorts. It sent his heart beating wildly. The softness of her skin, the gentle but firm grip of her arms around him, and the forgiving pressure of her body against his, it all had his mind fuzzy.
As children, (Y/N) was a cute kid but always covered in dirt, hair frizzy and band-aids covering her legs and arms. As teenagers, (Y/N) sprouted into a spitfire of a woman. Always questioning their teachers, getting into detention for talking back. Or for the time she shot a boy in the junk with a paintball gun for talking bad about Sherlock.
He hadn’t seen her for years after her family moved away in their junior year. They kept in touch, though. Sending letters and exchanging phone calls. He would tell her of the college he attended and the cases he solved after college.
She would indulge him of her career as a freelance writer. And of her boyfriend.
Robert wasn’t a good man. He was so charming and kind upon first getting to know him. He would take her out and make her feel like a princess. That was until they moved in together. He was smart, hitting her in spots that were easily hidden. Berating her and isolating her from her friends.
But she managed to stay in touch with Sherlock, not telling him of what was going on, however. Knowing how Sherlock was, she was able to keep it hidden from him, talking as normally as she had before this all happened.
But why not tell him? Simple. She didn’t want to seem weak. She was always able to handle herself growing up. So, she can handle this as well…
She broke, though. Robert had come home smelling of perfume and booze. He threw a vase at her head. She couldn’t remember why. She couldn’t remember much of that night. All she remembers is barely reaching her phone after Robert had passed out on the couch. Her vision was red with blood and the buttons of her phone were smudged red as she called Sherlock.
He had shown up to find her in a puddle of her blood. He nearly thought her dead, if it hadn’t been for the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Mycroft’s men had rushed in and swept her up and to the nearest hospital. Sherlock stayed behind.
He showed up at the hospital with bloodied fists and a split lip. After that, after her recovery, Sherlock arranged for her to move into 221C, where she had her privacy but was within reach of him.
That had been four months ago, and her hair was still boyish short from having her head shaved in order to stitch her up. Robert mysteriously disappeared, thanks to Mycroft, who thought of the woman as a little sister.
Having her here now, all grown up and beautiful, it awoke something in Sherlock.
“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified, to be honest.” He murmured into her skin. She jerked slightly; having thought he had fallen asleep.
“How do you mean?” She carded her fingers through his dark curls. He tightened his arms around her.
“My heart races when I’m near you like this, my mind is hazy when I think of you. And I’m paralyzed when you smile at me. The air leaves my lungs when you cry and it’s as if the world turns grey. The thought of losing you feels like I’m dying.” Sherlock curled around her. Almost afraid of her response to his confession. He felt her take a deep breath and he braced for the worst.
“Shit, Sherl…” Her voice came out in a sob. His head shot up to look at her in the dim light. Tears glistened in her (e/c) eyes. A smile painted her face, however. His brow furrowed.
“Did I say something wrong? I-I apologize… I figure you don’t feel the same for me. I’d understand if-if you only saw me as nothing more than a brother or a close friend, but I-”
“Sherlock.” She cut him off, cupping his slightly scruffy cheek. He hasn’t shaved in a few days because of his latest case. She liked it.
“Yes?” He breathed.
“Just shut up for once.” She grinned, pressing her lips to his. Truth be told, she had always loved him. From the very beginning. She just figured the man who said love was weakness wouldn’t love her in return.
Oh, how she was wrong.
The Time I Wasted (Sherlock Holmes x Daughter!Reader)
Request: Heyo great writer can you do Sherlock X daughter reader. Angsty please prompt 99 and 95 thank you
Words: 1529
Warnings: Angst. Character death. Blood. Wound infection. Gore. Detached father. Parent death. Torture. Basically an angst salad. Curse words.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x daughter!reader, John, Mary, Mycroft, Moriarty.
A/N: I started writing this, hated it. Deleted it. Rewrote it. And died. Enjoy.
A sigh was heard from the kitchen. Followed by a mumbled curse. Another one. Another goddammed head.
“Dad!” A young woman’s voice called. “Dad!” She called again when there was no answer. He was most likely deep in his mind palace again. She groaned.
What was she supposed to do with the head dripping a mysterious clear goo all over their food? He wouldn’t be happy if she got rid of it, but now she can’t even prepare dinner.
Looking over to the man perched in his chair, she tapped her foot with her hands on her hips. “Dad, do you want take-out?” She knew it was a long shot in asking but sometimes it was nice to imagine that he would actually reply.
You see, despite the great detective, Sherlock Holmes, being her father, she did not share the same intelligence as him. Yes, she was smart, enough to breeze through school, but not enough to gain the attention of her father. He often ignored her or treated as he did everyone else. Like an idiot.
Fed up with the silence and the fucking head, she stormed from the kitchen to the door, barely grabbing her coat.
“I’m going to Uncle John’s.” She threw over her shoulder, not really looking at the man. It’s not like he cared anyway. Nobody really did. Maybe John and Mary, but they were too wrapped up in their own lives and she didn’t want to bother them.
This is why as she left the flat, she didn’t hail a cab to her Uncle’s home. Instead, she took a left, hands buried deep in her pockets and headed nowhere. She was never wanted here anyway.
Her father had an uncharacteristic, drunken tryst with her mother twenty-one years ago. He had been on a case apparently that involved a serial lover/murder. Guess he was just putting himself in the killer’s shoes. But nine months later, after he was long gone, little (Y/N) was born. Everything was great, though. Her mother poured everything she had into raising her. She was her best friend. Her confidant. Then it was all stripped away.
When she was twelve, her mother died in a plane crash. She had been on a two-week business trip and was finally coming home. But rather than her loving mother opening the door, it was a woman from social services, coming to take her to her father.
For another ten years, she would live as a ghost in this strange man’s home. Wanting nothing more than to have a loving parent to replace the one she had lost.
She didn’t know how long she walked. It must have been hours because the sky had gone dark a long time ago. But she had no intention of going back yet. Maybe not ever. Nothing in that flat really mattered.
Having a feeling that something was amiss, she looked up. A black car had pulled up next to her. She rolled her eyes. Of course, Mycroft sent a car. This happened every time she was gone for too long. As if she were a prisoner.
Walking up to the car she opened the door and looked at the woman sitting in the seat. It wasn’t Anthea, but an equally beautiful woman.
“Can’t Mycroft just leave me alone?” She asked, getting in the car anyway. The woman looked up from her phone and smiled. The doors locked. And the woman pulled out a cloth. Too late did (Y/N) realize this wasn’t Mycroft’s doing.
Everything went black as the cloth was pressed to her face.
“(Y/N), what did you do with my skull?” That girl, always moving things around. ‘Cleaning’, as she called it. He shook his head, digging around the flat for the cranium. “(Y/N)!” He looked up to the kitchen where she just was. No, it’s dark now. Oh, she must have left a while ago.
“Probably to John’s. No, not John’s. She didn’t take her purse… Another one of her fits then. Mycroft’s people should be bringing her back then.” Unconcerned now, he sat back down and once again entered his mind palace. Unaware of where his daughter really was.
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“Ugh, my head. I feel like I was hit by a truck.” (Y/N) moaned as she tried to lift her head. It was cold. And the ground was hard. Concrete. The chill had already settled in her bones, causing her to shiver violently.
“Ahhh, the little mouse is awake~” A sweet Irish voice came from the dark doorway. She already knew who it was.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the bright florescent lights flicked on. It set her head on fire. Her body ached. She doesn’t remember anything past getting in the car, but from the still bleeding scrapes on her elbows and knees, she wasn’t put in this room nicely. She must have hit her head as well if the wet feeling on the side of her head suggested anything.
“Aw, not even a hello, darling? No matter, you won’t be saying much soon.” He smiled softly, chewing his gum. She sent him the most hate-filled glare she could muster.
“Fuck you, prick.” She bit out.
He gave a short, barking laugh, feigning shock and offense. He held a hand to his chest and scoffed. “My dear, those are some pretty colorful wonder from someone so young. What would your father say?”
“He’s not my father!”
“No? Then I suppose he won’t care about all the fun we’re going to have.”
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“What do you mean she hasn’t been here? She lives here.” John watched Sherlock pace.
“I mean, she hasn’t been here, John! She left and hasn’t come back,” Sherlock snapped.
“How long has she been gone?” Mary asked from her position on John’s old chair.
“Three days.”
“Three days, Sherlock?!” John dragged a hand through his hair, letting it scrub back down his face. Mary buried her face in her hands.
“Darling, I don’t think she’s coming back,” Mary said softly. Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks.
“What, why? Why wouldn’t she come back? All of her stuff is here. She even left her idiotic stuffed cat. She never would leave that, it holds sentiment. And we all know how she adores her sentiment.” He was rambling now.
“Look, whether or not she wants to come back, we need to find her. She could be in trouble,” John rationalized.
At that moment a knock sounded at the door. The three occupants turned to see the newcomer.
“Mycroft,” Sherlock addressed his brother.
“Brother mine,” The older man greeted. Reaching into his suit, he produced an envelope. “A letter for you.”
Sherlock wasted no time in striding across the room and nearly ripping the letter from his brother’s hands. One simple sentence was written on the paper. And it was all he needed.
Let’s play Hide and Seek.
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If she thought she was in pain before, this was agony. It was hellfire in her bones. Her wounds had stopped bleeding a while ago, but because of the poor conditions of the room and her weakened body, infection settled in quickly. She sat in her own vomit and blood, the pain making her nauseous.
She just wanted to die. It would have been better if he had just killed her outright. But where’s the fun in that? Her throat was raw from screaming and vomiting. Her fingernails were bloody and torn from digging into the wooden chair she sat on.
All of this. All of this because she was related to Sherlock Holmes.
She hates him.
Suddenly, hands were on her. But after three days of torture, and another two of festering in her own sick, she couldn’t react.
“(Y/N). (Y/N), look at me.” A voice called. “Just hold on.” A gurgle was his reply. “Shh, don’t try to talk.”
“D-dad?” Was that her voice? It was unrecognizable. It was weird, talking instead of screaming.
“I said don’t talk.” Sherlock scolded, lowering her to the floor. The coolness of the floor helped clear her fogged mind.
“Just leave me, it’s over.”
He scoffed, shaking his head, “You just don’t listen, do you?”
“I got it from you.” She coughed out a laugh, it hurt. But not physically. How ironic. To finally have a conversation with her father and she’s dying. She knows she is. She was too numb to not be.
“We just need to wait for John. We’ll get you to the hospital. I can save you.”
“No, you can’t. It’s too late…” He knows. But he doesn’t want her to be scared.
“This looks infected.” The wound on her side oozed and practically bubbled with infection.
“It’s fine.” Really, it was. She couldn’t even feel anything anymore. Darkness was creeping at the edges of her vision. Her father’s face nothing but a blur.
“…You’re dying.” He said this more to himself than her. Ten years wasted. He had this precious girl next to him this entire time and it took her dying in front of him for Sherlock to realize it. The guilt was unbearable. But probably not as unbearable as what he put her through.
“Well… that’s fine too.”
Darkness consumed her.
Send in some requests! I feel like writing this week 😌
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Manners (Request)
Sherlock x gn!child!reader, John x gn!child!reader
Genre: fluff
Request Description: Thank you for saying you’ll write for Sherlock, I appreciate it :) Could you do one where all the peeps are round for dinner (Sherly, Mycroft, Greg, John ect) and John invites his cousin round (like age 9) and she’s just like REALLY polite and even when Sherlock says something really mean from one of his deductions she just brush’s it off and forgives him for it and even Mycroft likes her (PURELY PLATONIC PEOPLE) and she asks to see the brains in the fringe and Sherlock is ECSTATIC
Warnings: none really
(A/N): the only warning here is really that i dont remember the sherlock characters THAT well. and ive totally forgotten who sherly is, so this fic must live without her hahaha
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Your Real Voice (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]
Hi! If youre taking requests can i please ask for a (henry) sherlock Holmes where the f!reader is Enola’s personal maid and when Sherlocl arrives they both fall for each and she’s clumsy around a lot and they confess one night and a lot of fluff ensures? Thank you so much!—Requested by anon
So, this is not quite as fluffy as you probably wanted, anon. One, because Sherlock isn’t exactly fluffy in any iteration he appears, and two, because I rather felt the exchange that occurs in this request is more honest and open than in what I could have written. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.
Warnings: none
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The first time you met Sherlock, he swept through the door with Enola, taking in the hallway and adjacent rooms with one swift, all-encompassing glance.
He noticed you last, however.
You curtsied the moment he met your gaze, a nervous smile tugging at your lips, before you turned your attention to his sister. The young woman flung a shawl at you, not out of a lack of respect but merely because she yanked it so hard off her shoulders its momentum carried forward out of her hand. You caught it clumsily, not yet used to your mistress’s frustration with upper-class formalwear, and folded it awkwardly over your arm.
“And you are?”
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