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Sherlock:*opens the body bag*
John: *shocked because he saw Y/n in a body bag with airpods in her ears*
also John: uhm.. Sherlock, shouldn't the clothes or items related to the corpse be separated?
Sherlock: *groan in frust* Y/n! How many times have I told you not to sleep in a body bag!
Y/n: *gets up and yawns while stretching her hands and cracking her spine* nice bed ever
John:...
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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It is finally Y/N's turn to walk down the aisle. Sherlock can't keep his eyes off of her. She is certain that the man waiting at the alter is the one she will spend the rest of her life with. Is he?
wedding fluff and angst
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Sherlock stood at the alter, hands clasped behind his back. To the wedding guests, his sharp stance would suggest ease. In truth, each deep breath he chased was laboured and unsure.
She was a vision in white. Precious in deep sheets of ivory.
Sherlock had never seen such perfection.
Y/N took measured steps down the aisle in time to the music's pace. A few steps further and the bride would become somebody's wife.
Sherlock promised himself he would not cry today. Not one tear, he swore. He was better than that. Still, as Y/N drew closer, step by step, he wasn't certain he could keep a dry eye.
He considered turning away or focusing on the flower arrangements set behind her shoulder. Anything to keep the strain in his chest at bay.
It was in that moment of deliberation that Y/N chose to wink at him. A small gesture, hardly visible behind her veil but even so, he caught it.
Propping his shoulders back, he chose to keep looking. Better to face the music than miss a flutter of her lashes or the quiver of her lip when she smiled.
Though his throat felt constricted and his chest heaved for breath, Sherlock Holmes could not turn away from the bride.
He registered John shoot him a grin from the left. He wasn't sure that he returned it.
"She's beautiful," John said in a hushed tone.
"She's beautiful," Sherlock repeated.
Three years earlier, Sherlock had met Y/N for the first time. Since then, she had stumbled through the flat each day, always with a shy smile and a soft spoken, "hello".
He loved her from the start.
Their highs and lows, they would experience together. When she threw her head back in laugher, teeth gleaming at something her lover said, Sherlock would see it. He often revealed his experiments to her, if only to see the wonder shine in her eyes.
Even after every lover's spat, Sherlock would wrap his arms around her and swear that things would look brighter in time.
He was right. By God, he was right. He had to be, for now, she stood just steps away from him, at the alter, incandescently happy in her wedding gown.
A slow tear trailed down Sherlock's cheek.
Y/N finally reached him and there was silence in the cathedral when the music at last, had died.
"You're crying," she said.
Sherlock choked out a laugh that hurt his head. "I'm not," he replied. He tightened his lips together to ease the line of worry that had suddenly appeared on Y/N's brow.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. Closing his eyes, Sherlock shifted her veil aside. His hand trembled as he pushed it just far enough to kiss her cheek.
Though he gave her the softest of kisses, he felt a sharp stab in his heart, as arduous as the touch of his lips on her skin was brief.
He dropped her veil again and opened his eyes. "Every happiness," he said to her. His gaze steeled into her own. He hoped she wouldn't understand but she did.
Y/N nodded and her veil rustled. "Every happiness," she said back to him.
Sherlock clenched his jaw and feigned a smile for the wedding guests that stared from the pews. Then, he took Y/N's hand in his own and walked with her for three final steps.
John waited beside the priest.
Sherlock presented the groom with his bride and took his position as best man.
He was good at that, after all; standing on the outside, looking in. It's how he captured so many of his friends' most private moments in the small space of 221B.
Throughout the ceremony, the words, "every happiness" rang in Sherlock's mind.
When John and Y/N shared their first kiss as man and wife, Sherlock clapped along with the others but still, "every happiness" lingered at the tip of his tongue.
He simply couldn't manage to add the words, "I wish you..." at the start.
Things would be brighter in time, he told himself.
He knew it was a lie but for now, he clapped.
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Doctor: How many sexual partners have you had?
Me, who reads smut fun fictions about different characters on daily basis…
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Last Updated: 2024-02-06
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ A Week Early￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.
✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."
✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."
✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."
✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."
✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.
✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.
✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.
✑ Come Home by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Following Mary's death, Sherlock sent you away to prevent you from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. However, now that you're back and has all the details, you're not sure your relationship can survive it.
✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."
✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."
✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."
✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"
✑ Game is On, the by classickook ��� 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."
✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"
✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.
✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."
✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."
✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: {…}
✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."
✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…
✑ Let's Have Dinner￨Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."
✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.
✑ Men by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You work at the MI-6 Headquarters for Lady Smallwood. You love your job, but one day someone shows up and things get a little bit weird."
✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."
✑ On Edge￨Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."
✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."
✑ Rest of Our Lives￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."
✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."
✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."
✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.
✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •
Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.
✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."
✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.
✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again
✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."
✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."
✑ Affirmation by eurusholmmes • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ All Day by classickook • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Announcement, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔M〕 •
✑ Another One!? by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Bad Day by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Bagels by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Birds and Bathtubs by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Blissful Morning by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Boring Days, the by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Cuddling? Cuddling. by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating and Doctors by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Emotions and Experiments by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •
✑ Enjoy the Show Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Fatherly Advice by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ F*ck It by coppercatswrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Jaw Kisses by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Keep Breathing by eurusholmmes • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •
✑ Lying Detective, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts •
✑ Made for Each Other by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Measurements by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Morning Light by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Never Stood a Chance by luxwritesfanfic • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ New Family by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No Flirting by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Not on the Couch by imagine-by-susu • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Our First Kiss by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Our Little Game by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •
✑ Psychology of Cute by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Resurrection by moonlightsong • 〔A᜶F〕 •
✑ Rewritten Memory by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
✑ Safe in Your Arms by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Stressed by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tease by classickook • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tell It Like It Is by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Texting by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ These Words Of Mine by eurusholmmes • 〔A〕 •
✑ Thinking Out Loud by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Wedding Day by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Why Did You Kiss Me? by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •
✑ Babysitting Rosie w/ Sherlock... by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •
✑ Being Sherlock's Pregnant Wife... by tessimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Cuddling w/ Sherlock... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Getting into Trouble w/ Sherlock... by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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the sanctum's mad brick rn, wong.
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Change is Never Easy
Summary: The two of you called it quits a month or so ago...and then Y/n faints during a shift. Change is never easy.
Pairing: Surgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!Reader
Warning(s): ex-lovers, exes to lovers(?), fainting, unexpected pregnancy
The atmosphere at General-Metro had quickly become thick with tensions ever since the breakup. Dr Stephen Strange and Nurse Y/n L/n had officially called it quits a few weeks ago, and the lingering awkwardness between them was impossible to ignore.
Navigating the hallways was like tiptoeing through an emotional minefield.
Y/n, nursing her wounded heart, did her best to keep up appearances during her shifts. She tried to focus on her tasks and avoid any unnecessary encounters with Stephen.
The air of the hospital was constantly charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions; and the slightest interaction left both of the medical professionals on edge.
On one fateful day, while Y/n was basking in her lunch-break, the build up of the emotional strain proved too much. In the break-room, surrounded by the hum of vending machines and the distant chatter of her coworkers, Y/n collapsed.
Panicked voices echoed through the room as her coworkers rushed to her aid.
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The current events of Stephen Strange's ex did not reach him until later on in the day, courtesy of one Christine Palmer, who had intercepted him in the bustling hallway.
"Stephen, have you gone to check on Ella? Something happened to her during her shift, and I haven't had to opportunity to see her yet," Christine whispered urgently, concern etched into her voice.
Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? No, I haven't. Is she alright?"
Christine briefly briefed him on the situation before she got paged to another emergency, prompting Stephen to abandon his current path and seek out Y/n.
When he found her, lying down in a quiet corner of the hospital, seemingly alright, the relief on his face was undeniable.
Slowly walking over to her, he brushed a stray hair out of her face. "What happened to you?" Concern prominent in his voice as he dragged a chair over.
With a flutter of her eyes and a shaky smile, Y/n greeted him. "Hey, Stephen. I don't really know what happened. I just felt incredibly dizzy, and then everything went black for a moment. I'm probably just dehydrated, I'm sure everything is fine."
Stephen raised his eyebrows, and his professional instincts kicked in.
"People don't just faint for no reason, Y/n. I'm going to order a few tests to make sure."
Before calling in others, Stephen quickly did an examination, asking her about her symptoms and taking note of her vitals.
As Stephen focused on the exam, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Their interactions were once filled with warmth and familiarity. Now, they were tainted by the awkwardness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud.
She was broken from her thoughts by Stephen's sigh of relief. "Physically, you seem find. I'm still getting other tests done to be thorough."
Y/n nodded, appreciating the concern emanating from her ex-lover. "Thanks, Stephen. I appreciate it."
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It was probably about fourty-five minutes later when Stephen was given Y/n's test results. His eyes scanned the report, his expression changing from professional concern to surprise. Y/n, being curious and anxious about what he had seen, couldn't help up speak up.
"Stephen, what is it? What's on the report? Am I okay?" she pressed, her eyes searching his chiseled face for answers.
Taking a moment to compose himself, Stephen finally spoke, his voice a mix of disbelief and realisation. "Y/n, you're...pregnant."
Time seemed to still as the revelation hung in the air. Y/n's eyes widened, mirroring Stephen's astonishment. The awkwardness of their recent breakup was momentarily forgotten as they processed this unexpected twist of fate.
"Pregnant?" Y/n repeated, the word feeling foreign on her lips. "But we were careful?"
Stephen's mind raced, still processing the news. "Well, it seems we have to blame the twisted mind of the universe for this."
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A/N So...I'm back from the dead 🙃 Sorry for another hiatus, Uni sucks, but I'm on break now :) Hopefully I can write more...but I'm me sooooo, please don't get your hopes up. BUT, there will be a part two of this that I have already pre-written so...
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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 10: Baptism
Contents | Part 9 | First Person Version [AO3]
Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) The morning after stirs up a new Ellis, one who returns home with a newfound fire.
Word Count: 4.8K
Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, religious imagery, sexual references, scenes of verbal & physical conflict. Readers must be 18+
"Shit."
You stirred slowly at the sound of Father Benedict's voice, his weight disappearing from beside you, making the mattress bounce and the bed frame creak.
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit shit." The words left him in a panicked hiss, each utterance catching between his teeth.
You opened one eye, vision fuzzy in the dull morning light, too tired to make sense of what was happening. Why was he swearing? Had he already begun to regret what you'd done?
He hurried across the bedroom in a blur of bare skin and frantic whispers, hopping and stumbling into a pair of underpants as he made his way towards the window.
"What's wrong?" you croaked, watching as he craned around the curtain, peering down towards the ground outside.
A knock at the front door answered your question. He ducked down quickly, adjusting himself in his pants as he slowly rose back up again. Another knock.
"Fuck," he whispered. "Shit, fuck-"
"Father?" a distant voice called out. "Father, are you in there?"
"Is that June?" you asked quietly, eyes widening as you sat up and clutched the duvet to your bare chest, as though the sound of her voice alone was enough to make you feel indecent.
He groaned despairingly into his hands as she knocked again, calling out to him with concern through the letterbox.
"What's going on?" you whispered. "Why is she here?"
"Because I- shitting hell," he hissed. "I overslept."
"For what?"
"Morning bloody prayer. I can't believe I-" He stopped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before unlatching the window and pushing it open. "June! June, up here," he shouted, waving down at her with an apologetic smile. "I am... so sorry, I- I wasn't feeling well last night and I've slept in."
"You slept in?" she replied. Her voice was faint, the wind carrying most of it away. "But I've already opened the church doors-"
"No, no that's fine. Really, I just have to get dressed and then I'll be there."
"Well people've already started arriving. What do I do in the meantime?"
"Tell her to try out some of her standup material," you muttered from the bed.
He choked back a laugh and swatted his hand at you, like a silent telling off. "Just-" He cleared his throat, taking a moment to straighten his face. "Just tell them I'm running late but shouldn't be more than a few minutes."
You weren't sure if she said anything else after that - the woman tended to mumble at the best of times - but the sound of her footsteps fading over the gravel driveway made it clear she was retreating.
Father Benedict shut the window and turned around, blowing out a puff of air as he leaned back against the wall. "I can't believe I overslept."
"You were up late, to be fair," you replied.
He allowed his eyes to wander, just for a moment, over the messy bed, your bare thigh peeking through a gap in the duvet. "Still," he began, shaking it away and rushing to the wardrobe. "I have a responsibility to my congregation, I can't just... not show up, it's..."
You sat quietly as he rummaged through his clothes, hanger hooks screeching as he moved them back and forth along the rail. He pulled out a shirt and shrugged it on, turning towards you as he buttoned it up.
"This isn't how I'd ideally have liked this morning to go. But I shouldn't be gone for more than a couple of hours," he said. "I lead prayer, then afterwards I host a small social meet for some elderly members, but it won't take long."
Your back straightened slightly. "Y-you... want me to stay here while you're gone?"
"Yeah," he replied casually as he grabbed a pair of trousers and stepped into them. "Unless- Do you have to be somewhere?"
"No- well, not until later."
"Okay. Just... help yourself to something to eat, preferably stay away from the windows-"
You giggled.
"And I'll drive you home when I get back."
"You really don't have to-"
"I want to."
You conceded, nodding softly and settling back against the headboard.
He pulled open a drawer and grabbed a pair of socks before hooking his fingers into his shoes and making his way towards the door. "Okay, back soon."
"You might want to fix your hair," you called out.
He stopped, turning back to look at you as he ran a hand through the wild locks. "Better?"
"It'll do."
You sat on the back doorstep of the rectory, warming your hands on a mug of tea as you watched your dress blowing on the washing line. Last night's storm had given way to a mild morning, but the wind still had a bite, making the dress flutter and dance in the air, the bright yellow fabric billowing like a flag at full mast. You never drank tea; why you'd chosen to make some now was a mystery. It just felt right, the kind of thing a normal person would do whilst they sat waiting for clothes to dry.
The garden was quaint and secluded, a boarder of thick bushes and tall trees beyond the mossy stone walls, enclosing the small pocket of green in total privacy. You sipped your tea as birds chirped and bounced from tree to tree, the smell of the toast you'd made still drifting out from the kitchen.
Maybe this kind of life wouldn't be so bad, you thought. You were sure you could learn to like tea, hang washing on the line every morning, make breakfast as birds sang beyond the garden wall. You could bake cakes for parish fundraisers, have a bunch of kids and give them 'sensible' names like Jacob or Charlotte, take them to mass every weekend, say grace around the dinner table. Maybe it wouldn't matter that you didn't actually believe in any of it, because once the church doors closed and the kids went to bed, it'd be just the two of you. And he already knew, but he wanted you anyway.
"God, Ellis, get a grip," you muttered. "One night together and suddenly you're the pastor's wife."
You rose to your feet, pausing on the doorstep to gaze up at a blanket of soft grey clouds rolling in overhead. It was going to rain again, you thought. You made your way back into the kitchen and tipped the last of the tea down the drain, swilling the mug with water and drying it with a tea towel. It was nice to see an empty sink; no plates covered in dried food, no wet, grimy sponges or wine glasses rimmed with Gina's lipstick.
Gina.
Your stomach turned at the thought of her; how she was probably at home right now waiting for you to come back, or maybe she didn't even care that you were gone. Could you even call that place home anymore? Home was supposed to be a sanctuary; a place of warmth, comfort, safety. Yet all that house seemed to be was a collection of closed doors, strangers with familiar faces and rooms you never spent time in.
The sound of the front door latch made you still, a click followed by a creak, footsteps moving through the house towards you. For a moment you worried it may not be him, how you would explain why you were there, alone, wearing clothes that didn't belong to you. But the fear was fleeting, quelling instantly when a deep, rich voice chimed from the living room.
"Ellis? Are you still here?"
"Yeah, I'm in here," you replied.
He stepped halfway through the door with a smile; the same smile you'd come to look forward to whenever you arrived at church. It was charming, gracious, every inch of his face brightening the moment he laid eyes on you. You smiled back, though you weren't sure you could ever produce an expression as naturally warm as his.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi."
"Look what I found." He moved further into the kitchen, revealing a small leather handbag dangling by its strap over his index finger.
He handed it to you with a smile and you thanked him in a relieved sigh, making your way to the kitchen table and unzipping it with haste. He pulled out the chair beside you and sat down too, stealing a piece of half-eaten toast from the plate you'd left on the table and munching on it quietly as he watched you.
You took out your phone, tapping your thumbs with futility against the shiny black screen. "Dead," you said. "Thought as much."
"I think I have a charger somewhere if-"
"Nah it's okay. Haven't paid my phone bill so it makes no difference anyway."
He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he swept the crumbs off his hands. "Do you want to use my phone?"
"You have a phone?"
"Why wouldn't I have a phone?"
"I don't know, just hard to imagine a priest... texting."
"I text."
You couldn't help the amusement creeping across your face, the thought of his name popping up on your screen; what would you save him as? Ben? Father Benedict? Perhaps just Father would suffice. Daddy?- No, Ellis.
"Do you think priests take vows to live like it's the 1800's or something?" he asked.
You shrugged. "I just assumed if you needed to use a phone you'd have one of those old rotary ones or something."
"Oh my god." He laughed, too amused to notice the blasphemous slip.
You slid the phone back into your bag and dragged the zip closed slowly, watching each metal tooth knit together with far more focus than the task required.
He stopped laughing and cocked his head, eyes darting over your face. "Are you alright?"
"Hm?"
"You. Are you okay?"
You remained quiet for a moment, chewing the inside of your cheek in thought. "Y'know I've never liked that question. It's too broad, don't you think? Makes my brain feel all jumbled."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, okay in what sense? Physically? Mentally? Right this minute or in life in general?" You relaxed slightly into the back of your chair. "Sometimes, people don't even actually want to know how you are at all, they're just saying it instead of 'hello'..."
A smile curled slightly at one side of his mouth. "Well I actually want to know how you are."
"In which way?"
"Let's go with all of them. How are you? In every iteration."
"Hm. Well, physically, I'm tired, a little sore, my foot is killing me. But emotionally I feel... weirdly calm; like last night changed something in me. But I'm not necessarily sure that's a bad thing."
"You feel different?"
"Yeah. Don't you?"
He let his head fall slightly to one side, his gaze turning distant, just for a moment. "No." He shook his head, focusing his attention back on you. "Honestly, I thought I would. I went to sleep last night convinced I'd wake up full of regret and shame and- no offence-"
"Mm," you replied sarcastically.
"But I didn't. I still felt... like me. Like nothing's changed."
"Even after all that sinning you did?" you joked. "You sinned a lot, father."
He dropped his head to hide a smirk. "Hey, what happens in the rectory stays in the rectory."
Your shoulders shook with a chuckle, making him smile.
"I like it when you laugh," he said softly. "You don't do it enough."
You glanced across at him; at those sea foam eyes, so striking against the tired red of their waterlines.
"I have a stupid laugh," you replied quietly.
He smiled, shifting in his seat to move himself closer, his body leaning in slowly towards you. "You have a lovely laugh."
It was strange, how even after a night like last night - after growing so familiar with the intricacies of his body and submitting yours so willingly to him - the sight of his face edging closer, lips parting gently in anticipation, was still so butterfly-inducing.
You'd resigned yourself to the idea that you'd never get to kiss him again, that when the sun rose that morning, all of the intimacy you'd shared would be washed away with last night's storm. Yet here you were, gazing at him through heavy lashes, your focus rolling slowly back and forth between his eyes and mouth as you sat perfectly still, letting him come to you. Closer and closer until you couldn't see anything but him, couldn't hear anything besides your own heartbeat, the gentle pattering of rain against the kitchen window.
Rain.
"Oh, shit!" You jumped up quickly and bolted to the back door, throwing it open and hurrying over the grass towards the washing line.
You were back in the dress, although you weren't sure it resembled sunshine much anymore. There were patches that hadn't fully dried, smudges of dirt from holding your shoes in your lap, and a small bloodstain on the skirt. Yesterday, you'd felt pretty when you put it on. Today, you hadn't even dared glance at your own reflection.
Father Benedict turned the heat up in the car, sliding the vents to point the warm air in your direction. You were thankful for it, relaxing back into the seat and staring out the window as he drove, slowing for a red light almost as soon as he pulled out of the church grounds.
"So where are you going to say you were last night?" he asked.
You could tell the question had been itching to get out, dancing on his tongue until he finally found the right moment to let it spill.
"I haven't thought about it," you replied. "Suppose it's none of their business where I was."
"What if anyone else asks?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing there was a specific answer he wanted to hear, one that would free the tension he'd been holding in his shoulders since he'd got behind the wheel.
"I'm not going to tell anyone what happened, Father," you finally replied, trying your best to make your voice sound soft, reassuring, trustworthy.
He glanced over at you for a second before fixing his gaze back on the road, the light finally turning green again.
"Thank you," he said. "I mean, it's not that I- I'm not saying I want to pretend this never happened or anything. I just..."
"Want to pretend this never happened."
He laughed gently through his nose. "No. I just need to figure out the best way to navigate through-"
"Navigate," you groaned teasingly. "God, you sound like an internet life coach."
He rolled his eyes. "Navigate is a perfectly normal word."
"It's a fluffer. You're fluffing up the point you're trying to make."
He looked at you again, longer this time. "Alright. I don't want to give up my priesthood."
"I know. I never expected you would."
"It's who I am. My faith, it's... such an integral part of me. And that's not me saying last night wasn't also me. I just... You've thrown some things into question, made me act in ways that definitely wouldn't go down well if the church found out."
"I made you?"
He smirked. "Mhm, all your fault."
You turned back to the window, biting your lip to suppress a smile. "At least you won't have to deal with me hanging around the church anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I admitted I lied. I'm just a big fat nonbeliever. No reason for me to attend services anymore."
He paused in thought, steering the car smoothly with his large, agile hands. The movement made you shiver; the sight of his fingers curling around the wheel, the protruding knuckles and prominent veins, even more attractive now you knew what it felt like to have them on you.
"So does that mean you won't be coming to help out on Thursday?" he asked, entirely oblivious to your ogling.
"Thursday?"
"The communion session."
You closed your eyes, letting out a long, exasperated exhale. "Shit," you whispered. "I forgot about that."
"You don't have to come if you don't want to," he said. "I can make do-"
"No, no, I offered to help out."
With every traffic light, every turn of a corner and familiar street, you felt the tension turning your limbs to stone. Nerves flooded your stomach at the thought of walking back into that house, confronting the people you somehow wanted to slap and thank at the same time.
Father Benedict bumped the kerb gently, rolling to a stop beside the front gate. He pulled the handbrake, the car plummeting into silence as he switched off the engine, the only sound coming from your deep intake of breath, the sigh that left you as you turned your head to face him.
You took a moment to look at him, to let your eyes skim over every line and curve of his face. You would see him again, of course you would, but not like this.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" he asked.
You nodded, allowing a quick smile before grabbing your bag and the straps of your shoes.
"Ellis..."
You glanced back up to find him staring straight ahead through the windshield, head tipped back slightly against the headrest.
"I meant what I said last night." He didn't look at you. "You shouldn't let anyone who isn't worthy go near you again."
It made everything feel more real, somehow, hearing those words repeated without the cloud of heat and lust surrounding you.
"Promise me," he said, finally making eye contact.
"I promise." The words left you in an awkward stammer, mouth moving before your brain had a chance to catch up.
You undid your seatbelt and reached for the door handle, the hinges groaning and grinding as you pushed your elbow against the door, always forgetting how stiff it was until you found yourself fighting to open it.
You leaned all of your weight into it, but it didn't budge. "It's jammed," you said. "Like actually jammed this time."
He sighed and unclipped his seatbelt. "Honestly, this piece of shit car," he mumbled as he leaned over to help.
His body was stretched across yours, so close you could see the muscles straining in his neck, feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. You pressed your back into the seat to give him more room, watching his throat bob with a hard swallow as he pushed on the door, finally getting it to open.
"There we are," he groaned.
"Thanks," you said softly.
He looked at you, still leant over your body, eyes falling to your chest as it rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths. And when his gaze snapped back up to meet yours, there was an entirely different expression on his face.
"Alfie!" Gina's voice screeched in the distance, turning the heat between you ice cold.
You turned to see her on the front doorstep of the house, her panic and anger clear despite the distance between you.
"Alfie! It's Ellis, she's back!"
You sighed and climbed out of the car, closing the door behind you with your hip.
"Where the fuck have you been!?"
You didn't answer her, walking barefoot over the pavement towards the gate, barely getting it open before Alfie appeared at her side. He pushed past her, steam practically rising from the top of his head as he came bounding down the path towards you.
"What the fuck are you playing at, Ellis!?" he shouted.
You'd never seen him like this before, so aggressive in his movements, clenched teeth and balled fists, the fury palpable beneath his skin.
"Just disappearing like that!? Not answering your phone all night!? Do you know how fucking worried we've been!? We were this close to calling the fucking police!-"
He stopped a few feet away from you, his focus shifting to the tall figure emerging from the car. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as he watched Father Benedict approaching.
"Don't I know you...?" he muttered in confusion.
"It's the vicar," Gina called out, hurrying down the path.
"Priest," you corrected bluntly.
"Really, Ellis?" Alfie snarled. "Is this a fucking joke!? I've been up all night with no idea where you were, and you've been with him!?"
He marched angrily towards you, stopping suddenly when Father Benedict stepped in the way.
"Whoa there," your priest said calmly, voice so deep it was almost inaudible.
Alfie took a breath, back straightening as he glared at the man in front of him. "What? You think I was going to hit her?" He sneered in genuine offence. "What kind of man do you think I am?"
"Probably best I don't answer that question," Father Benedict quipped.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let's just calm down and go inside," said Gina, grabbing Alfie by the sleeve of his shirt.
He shrugged her off. "No. I want to know who the fuck this guy thinks he is."
"He's the guy who let me sleep on his couch when I said I didn't want to come home," you said. "Because I caught my boyfriend fucking my best friend, in case you'd forgot that part."
"Oh of course you're piping up now you've got this dick head sticking up for you."
Father Benedict smiled, which only seemed to irritate him more.
"What's a priest doing getting all pally with some random woman who doesn't even believe in God anyway? It's fucking creepy, you're a fucking creep." He pointed his finger in his face, spitting the words at him.
"Put the finger down," he said calmly.
"What? This?" He began pushing it hard into his chest, poking and prodding him roughly.
"Oh Alfie, grow up," you said.
"I understand you've been worried about her," said Father Benedict, gripping him firmly by the wrist to stop the childish assault. "But taking your anger out on me isn't going to solve anything. I was just dropping her home."
"Do you want a medal?" He snatched his hand away. "Want me to thank you for harbouring her in your house while I worried sick all night?"
You couldn't help but scoff. "I wouldn't have left in the first place if you hadn't been sleeping with-"
"You shut-"
It all happened so fast you barely had time to react; Alfie turning towards you, pointing in your face as he took another quick, belligerent step forward. Father Benedict intercepting with a swift swing of his arm, his fist cracking against the side of his face and knocking him to the ground.
You took a sharp breath, somewhere between a gasp and a choke, watching as Gina dropped to her knees at Alfie's side with a panicked yell. Father Benedict sucked in the air through his teeth, hissing as he shook his hand, a pained expression scrunching his nose.
"Oh my god," you breathed, grabbing him by the upper arms and pulling him back, dragging him over to the car.
"Fuck sake," he whispered, opening and closing his fist.
"I can't believe you just did that."
"I'm so sorry, I just- I thought he was going to-"
"What the fuck!?" Gina shouted. "Aren't you supposed to be a fucking pacifist or some shit!?"
Alfie groaned, pushing her hands away as she tried to examine his face.
"Just go inside, Gina, Jesus Christ!" you shouted.
You took his hand in yours and he let you hold it for a moment, looking over the grazes on his knuckles in stunned silence.
"It's okay, I'm alright," he said, gently pulling away and shaking it out again.
"You prick," Alfie spat as he clambered to his feet.
You sighed, nodding towards the car. "You should go."
He hesitated, eyes darting between his hand and the face he'd just pummelled with it.
"I'll be fine," you insisted. "Honestly. He's a dick but he wouldn't hurt me."
"Forgive me for finding that hard to believe."
"He wouldn't, I swear. I just want to go upstairs, get a shower, get my stuff together. I'll be alright."
There was a deep, reluctant rumble in his throat before he finally gave in, turning to make his way to the driver's side door. You exhaled a shaking breath, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him get in, trying to ignore the chaos still erupting behind you.
He got in the car and shut the door, concern etched between his brows as he looked at you through the passenger window. You gave a reassuring smile and waved him off, stepping back through the gate.
"Wait, Ellis," he called as he rolled down the window and leaned over. "Here."
You walked closer, plucking a small piece of paper from his outstretched fingers.
"If you need me," he said simply.
You looked down at the paper as the car rolled away, a mobile number scribbled hastily across it, 'I text' written below. You laughed to yourself and closed your fist around it, turning on your sore, bare heels and making your way up the path towards the house.
You'd made it halfway upstairs when you heard the front door slam behind you, the sound of footsteps hurrying after you.
"Wait, Ellis," Gina barked. "Do you not think we need to talk!?"
You spun around, looking down at her as she followed you. "No, I don't."
"I'm pressing charges on him," said Alfie.
"He was protecting me," you replied angrily. "He thought you were about to hit me."
"Look, I don't care about what happened out there," said Gina.
"I fucking do," Alfie mumbled.
"We need to talk about yesterday."
You rolled your eyes and continued up the stairs. "You mean when I walked in on you screwing my boyfriend?"
"Ellis-"
"How long? Actually, y'know what? I don't care. You're welcome to him. I was done anyway."
"What?" Alfie shouted, jogging up to catch you.
You walked down the landing to your bedroom, turning just before you reached the door. "I was done. With us."
He pushed past Gina, making his way towards you. There was a bright red mark on the side of his face, a cut on his lip and blood smeared around his nostril. You almost felt bad for him, but then he spoke.
"You are fucking him, aren't you!"
You sighed, opening the door and stepping into your room. "What are you-"
"The priest! That's where you were last night, that's why he just punched me in the face like some fucking yob in a nightclub-"
"Anything to make yourself feel better about what you did, Alfie."
You slid open a drawer and pulled out a towel, wedging it under your arm as you fished for some clean clothes.
"You're not denying it," he said from the doorway.
"I have denied it, you just don't want to listen."
"Bullshit. You've been acting different ever since you started going to that church. I knew there had to be a reason for it. It's not normal, Ellis! And I don't buy for one second you've just made innocent pals with that guy. It's- It's weird! Leaving me here so you can go and spend time with that-"
"Do you know what, fine. Yeah, I slept with him," you began, walking towards him. "And do you know something else? He was better, and bigger, and more skilled than you could ever hope to be."
He swallowed, his face hard and unamused, eyes scanning your face in an attempt to figure out if you were lying or not.
You came face-to-face with him, leaning in to speak slowly and quietly. "He made me come so hard he had to cover my mouth just to keep me quiet."
You elbowed past him, leaving him speechless behind you.
"Ellis," said Gina, standing in the way of the bathroom. "I just want to talk-"
"I don't have anything to say," you interrupted bluntly. "Our entire friendship has just been you keeping me around to make yourself feel better. Patronising me, infantilising me, making me feel so wildly uncomfortable about who I am. You've made it very clear you can have any man you want, yet you decided to fuck mine. All because I stood up to you at the christening, made you feel stupid for half a fucking second."
She shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "It's not like that."
You stepped around her, pushing into the bathroom.
"I think I actually have feelings for him, Ellis."
"Of course you do. And you know what? Congratulations. I'm glad it's you he'll be flailing about on top of instead of me."
Her jaw sharpened, teeth grinding behind pursed lips. "Y'know... I think you should probably look for somewhere else to live..."
You gave a dry laugh. "Shags my boyfriend then kicks me out. Classic Gina."
You slammed the door and locked it, letting your forehead rest against the wood for a moment as you caught your breath. That was so unlike you. All of it. The harshness, the sarcasm, the honesty. It felt good. So why were you trembling?
You stripped off your dress and sat on the edge of the bath, gently peeling away the dressing from the sole of your foot. It didn't look as bad as it felt, the dried blood covering a small slice, the skin around it darkening with a bruise.
You turned on the shower, holding your hand beneath the water until it warmed up, watching the stream run off the tips of your fingers like ribbons. This water was going to cleanse you; wash away the dirt and sweat and rain, the anger, the shame. You were going to scrub it all away and step out anew.
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Personal Favourite Fanfics | Sherlock Holmes |
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P.S: ISTG I'm actually nice 💀
Henry Cavill's Sherlock Holmes:
En Garde
https://www.tumblr.com/ithebookhoarder/700363473057628160/synopsis-your-husband-has-always-been-protective?source=share
Bewitched
https://www.tumblr.com/cinebration/700022517638840320/bewitched-sherlock-holmes-x-reader-request?source=share
The Experiment {1}
https://www.tumblr.com/sherlocksoft/720044593814667265/the-experiment?source=share
The Experiment {2}
https://www.tumblr.com/sherlocksoft/721735199838355456/the-experiment-pt-2?source=share
Dangerous Games
https://www.tumblr.com/callmemaeverick/700148734404820992/dangerous-games-sherlock-holmes-x-femreader?source=share
If Only You Would Know
https://www.tumblr.com/espinosaurusrexex/709047438545190912/if-only-you-would-know?source=share
Run Away
https://www.tumblr.com/multific/699612561573920768/run-away?source=share
It Takes Two
https://www.tumblr.com/frost-queen/734448194490089473/it-takes-two-reader-x-sherlock-holmes?source=share
Pulse Point
https://www.tumblr.com/st-juliet/700595018092675072/can-i-request-an-nsfw-fic-sitting-on-sherlock?source=share
A New Years Kiss
https://www.tumblr.com/make-me-imagine/705226568468971520/a-new-years-kiss?source=share
Unfailing Confidence
https://www.tumblr.com/cinebration/700296882676711424/unfailing-confidence-sherlock-holmes-x-reader?source=share
Only You
https://www.tumblr.com/thisisawonderfulusername/704360254583996416/only-you-cavillsherlock-holmes-x?source=share
Dance In The Winter
https://www.tumblr.com/darlingdekarios/722523690629234688/dance-in-the-winter?source=share
Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock Holmes:
https://www.tumblr.com/iamsherlocked1479/713022583842422784/admit-it?source=share
Hold It Together
https://www.tumblr.com/iamsherlocked1479/723734057530408960/hey-could-you-do-a-smut-where-virgin-reader-is?source=share
My Muse
https://www.tumblr.com/specialagentlokitty/720463481796771840/sherlock-x-reader-my-muse?source=share
Stolen Love
https://www.tumblr.com/freckles-things/704444975185821696/stolen-love-bbc-sherlock?source=share
Brother Dearest
https://www.tumblr.com/starks-hero/697324677898584064/brother-dearest?source=share
What A Lovely Inconvinience
https://www.tumblr.com/starks-hero/712182074421985280/what-a-lovely-inconvenience?source=share
My Type
https://www.tumblr.com/specialagentlokitty/719588419383230464/sherlock-x-reader-my-type?source=share
Exact Opposite
https://www.tumblr.com/lykaonimagines/702753577537568768/exact-opposite-sherlock-x-reader?source=share
My Favourite Person
https://www.tumblr.com/specialagentlokitty/718640213077950464/sherlock-x-reader-my-favourite-person?source=share
Don't Be A Brat
https://www.tumblr.com/iamsherlocked1479/735527507205423104/dont-be-a-brat?source=share
[No Name]
https://www.tumblr.com/yandereaffections/188283801811/sherlocks-beyond-concerned-for-how-you-react?source=share
[No Name]
https://www.tumblr.com/mykinkyyandere/685510432203603968/imagine-the-reader-coming-to-sherlock-for-help?source=share
Robert Downey Junior's Sherlock Holmes:
Oblivious Pain
https://www.tumblr.com/just-dreaming-marvel/686875499130191872/oblivious-pain?source=share
And Then There Were Two
https://www.tumblr.com/nikoruistyping/676683580767895552/hi-again-this-is-the-anon-from-before-if-i-can?source=share
Robert Downey Junior's Sherlock Holmes, Series:
In The Game Of Love {1}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/662704224159793152/in-the-game-of-love-1
In The Game Of Love {2}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/663945231671181312/in-the-game-of-love-2
In The Game Of Love {3}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/664791573947662336/in-the-game-of-love-3
In The Game Of Love {4}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/666249575040974848/in-the-game-of-love-4
In The Game Of Love {5}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/669679249658150912/in-the-game-of-love-5
In The Game Of Love {6}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670429416861614081/in-the-game-of-love-6
In The Game Of Love {7}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670665006890778624/in-the-game-of-love-7
In The Game Of Love {8}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670681378996748288/in-the-game-of-love-8
In The Game Of Love {9}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670781776622469120/in-the-game-of-love-9
In The Game Of Love {10}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/672584933855870976/in-the-game-of-love-10
In The Game Of Love {11}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/675767664185163776/in-the-game-of-love-11
In The Game Of Love {12}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/676397774885011456/in-the-game-of-love-12
In The Game Of Love {13}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/676412402640797696/in-the-game-of-love-13
In The Game Of Love {14}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/676841121888043008/in-the-game-of-love-14
In The Game Of Love {15}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/677125955018457088/in-the-game-of-love-15
In The Game Of Love {16}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678402072761270272/in-the-game-of-love-16
In The Game Of Love {17}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678567136800686080/in-the-game-of-love-17
In The Game Of Love {18}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678588326088966144/in-the-game-of-love-18
In The Game Of Love {19}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678643863030808576/in-the-game-of-love-19
In The Game Of Love {20}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678682570019487744/in-the-game-of-love-20
In The Game Of Love {21}
https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678765024046694400/in-the-game-of-love-21
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery
warnings: swearing, argument, menstruation
Sherlock paced the flat, occasionally tapping away on his phone. I sat in John’s chair, curled up around myself as tightly as I could.
“Sherlock.” I said. He continued to ignore me. “Sherlock.” There was a raise of the eyebrow but he still continued to ignore me. “Sherlock Holmes!” He jolted and frowned as he turned to look at me.
“What? What could you possibly want that is more important than this case?” He asked, venom dripping from his voice.
“and what about that case is more important than your partner being in pain?” I shot back. Sherlock looked me over.
“I see nothing wrong with you.” Sherlock scoffed.
“of course you don’t.” I muttered, getting up and grabbing my coat. “You’re such a fucking machine that you can’t even tell when your partner is in the middle of their period.” I shrugged my coat on and opened the door. “When you get your shit together Sherlock, call me. Until then…” I shook my head and left. I could hear him calling for me but I ignored him. Mrs. Hudson came out of her flat and looked up as I came down the stairs.
“what’s all that yelling about?” She asked.
“Sherlock being a dumbass as usual.” I muttered as I paused in front of her. “He thinks the case is more important than whatever I have doing on right now so I’m going to leave him to his own devices until he can get his shit together.”
“John will be back soon. Maybe if you wait…” I shook my head and sighed.
“I can’t wait for John to come back. I’ll rip his head off while we wait.” I admitted. “And as pissed as I am at him, he doesn’t deserve it.” Mrs. Hudson rubbed my arm.
“be safe luv.” She said before letting me leave. I wandered the streets of London, grabbing fish and chips from queensway before taking the London eye. I watched a couple take a picture in front of the parliament building, kissing before giggling at each other. I smiled softly to myself, pulling my phone out of my pocket as it buzzed.
‘The case can wait. You’re more important to me than anything. Please come home -SH’
biting my lip, I texted Sherlock back. I explained that I was still pissed off at him and I would be back later. I didn’t receive a response so I pocketed my phone and continued to walk around the city. When I had reached whitechapel, I started to head down towards the Jack the Ripper museum. I paused when I saw Sherlock leaning against the building.
“Sherlock…” I said, looking around before stopping in front of him. “What…”
“I’ve been an idiot.” He said, reaching out to touch my arm. “You always come here when you’re pissed at me. Or life. You’re looking for something to help solve it. Why I don’t know but it’s admirable. The unsolvable case.” He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re admirable. Everything about you. And you are more important to me than any damn case.”
“glad you finally noticed.” I said, chuckling as I shook my head. “John knock some sense into you?”
“Mrs. Hudson.” Sherlock admitted. “And you. I didn’t realize that you were feeling like shit. For all my deduction and reasoning…I failed you.” Sherlock wrapped his arms around me. “I’m sorry. Really. How does going home sound?” I nodded, wrapping an arm around his waist as he turned to lead me back to baker street.
“strange to hear you apologize.” I mused as I laid my head on his shoulder. Sherlock hummed in agreement.
“Someone must have really knocked some sense into me then.” He teased. I smiled at him. Sherlock leaned down and pressed a kiss to my head. “If you ever need help solving that case…I’d be happy to help.”
“I think I’ve got this one.” I said, pausing and turning in his hold. “But thank you.” I leaned in and kissed Sherlock with the sun setting behind parliament.
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A Touch of Jealousy [Request] || Doctor Strange x F!Reader.
Word count: 5.4K. Poisonous Touch (Part Two).
Summary: Stephen reminds you, who your husband is.
Warning: SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. Domineering acts, edging, oral (female receiving), fingering, belt spanking, unprotected p & v sex, rough sex, creampied.
Request: Written for @sherlux
Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else.
A/N: So... jealous Stephen? Anybody?
Following Stephen's victory against his evil double and Wanda, America has taken you and Stephen back to the reality from which you both originated. Following his request to be left alone with you, the Sanctum was now completely empty save for the two of you. He then turned his attention to you and fixed you with the most icy of eyes before immediately throwing you over his shoulder.
"Stephen! What the heck are you doing?" He did not respond to you in any way; rather, he continued to move about the residence. You entered the bedroom slamming the door shut violently, and all you could think to say was, "Stephen." You hated the fact that you enjoyed what was happening, but you couldn't help anticipate what he was about to do to you.
You fell with a bounce on the bed as he tossed you down, and his shadowy figure proceeded to lean over you as his piercing eyes watched your every movement as he stood over you.
You said to him, "Stephen, I'm exhausted," as your thoughts drifted towards the idea of kissing him.
"And I don't care." He began to stoop down more towards you. Before you could even react, his warm lips had already taken hold of yours. You let out a groan as your hands rushed to his neck and began clutching strands of his hair. As his body left yours, he groaned into your touch as his hands moved around your arms and brought them over your head.
"What ar-" You asked confusedly.
"You honestly think I was going to allow you to touch me? Hmm? After you behaved like a fucking whore?" He questioned and tutted, he moved away from your body entirely and went over to the dresser that was next to the bed. You listened as the pace of your heartbeat increased. He pulled out a black burberry tie, which you didn't even know he owned. Your eyes widened as he quickly returned to your side and grabbed both of your wrists, pulling them up to the level of your head.
"W-what on earth are you doing?" You mumbled under your breath as he secured your wrists to the bedpost.
"I'm punishing you," When you heard those words, your whole body trembled, and a chill raced down your spine. "Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn't appear quite so eager." He tightened his hold on your hands to be absolutely certain that you would not be able to escape.
"Why is that?" You made a whimpering sound while licking your lips.
"You're not supposed to like or enjoy this. You have been a naughty girl, shown by the fact that you loved fucking that other version of myself, in front of me." He reached out and ran his palm over your neck while the darkness in his eyes deepened.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you angry; all I wanted to do was rescue you." While you relished the sensation of his touch on your flesh, you made an attempt to escape.
He pressed both of your cheeks closer together, "You really didn't think that I would get upset at you fucking someone else? No?" You groaned in response to what he said.
“Given the gravity of the situation, I was under the impression that you wouldn't give a damn about it.” You wanted to test your ability to enrage him since you now, knew that furious and forceful sex is the most satisfying. His grasp on your cheeks tightened.
"I don't like sharing what's mine." He growled. He pressed his lips back to yours again as his hands began to travel down to harshly grip your hips as he pushed himself against you. This kiss was rougher than any of the others, it was more urgent. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, his large fingers snaked their way under your shirt, making their way up to your stomach.
You whined loudly as you wanted to touch him, your husband, you craved it. Stephen grumbled against you as he scrunched the fabric of your top in his fists and tore it in half, exposing your black lace bra.
"Stephen!" You gasped, but he ignored you. He let out a snarl, his fingers were quick to relieve you of your bra as he threw it and your torn shirt on the floor. You threw your head back as he kissed down your jaw and neck.
His tongue started to move over the delicate surface of your breast as his lips began to suckle it. This prompted your back to arch. Your lips never ceased moaning during the whole session. As you continued to fight against the tie, you noticed that it was starting to cause discomfort in your wrists.
"Stephen.." You moaned, and you felt him smile as he resumed his job sucking till your breasts were painful, "Please." You begged, you wanted—no, you need him to go lower. You desired for him to see how damp you are and how much your body yearned for his presence.
"No speaking. Unless it's me you're referring to." He gave the command, his voice crackling with the pent-up rage he'd been suppressing. Your eyes widened but you nodded. His fingers then wrapped around your hips, as he began to take your pants off. Your underwear came next, and the frigid air in the room caused you to gasp as Stephen parted your legs, exposing your dampness to him.
"Oh darling, you’re going to make a mess." When he realised how wet you were, he let out a groan. His hands on your thighs, he began to give you a series of gentle kisses that moved from one to the other.
"Stephen!" You let out a shocked sigh as his lips finally made contact with your clit, which he then kissed several times before sucking on and as you allowed yourself to be overcome by pleasure, your eyes started to close.
A smack to the inner thigh caused you to rapidly open your eyes, and when you looked down, you saw the man smirking to himself in the space in between your legs.
"Eyes open, darling," He ordered, "I want you to see who is making you feel so amazing." You whimpered in response to his low grumbling voice, which matched those remarks.
He stroked his tongue over your slit, and as soon as you started to quiver, he clamped down even harder on your legs. He brought his hand to your folds and separated them.
"You have such a pretty cunt." He moved in for another kiss on your moist cunt and leant in closer, but you needes something else.
"Fingers. Please, Stephen."
Once again, he smacked you on the thigh. "What did I say to you?" He got up and walked over to his dresser, his body once again became disconnected from yours. As soon as you saw the colour pink, you were aware of what he was about to get. You became nervous.
"You need to be reminded who you're married to, haven't you?" He mumbled under his breath as he moved back in between your thighs. He activated the pink orb with a flick of a switch and pushed it to your clit, sending harsh vibrations to go throughout your body, "I don't think I can ever punished you enough." He smirked as he saw you struggling against the ties.
He bit his lips as he slid one of his fingers inside your cunt, which resulted in an increase in the level of pleasure. You began to screaming as you were completely absorbed in the experience.
"You don't deserve to come yet." After he said that, your eyes immediately widened in response, "I think I should edge you two times." While he was talking, he inserted another finger, roughly to pumping his two mid-fingers inside you rapidly. As you got closer and closer to your high, your thoughts became cloudy and blank.
You clenched and tightened around his fingers, and you were almost ready to come forwards when everything came to a standstill. You started whining as he took the vibrator and his fingers away from you. He sucked his fingers by bringing them up to his lips, putting them to his mouth, "Hmm~ So sweet."
You gave Stephen a dirty look before looking away, feeling ashamed.
He leant over you and compelled you to look at him while saying, "Oh, don't be angry, you brought this to yourself." You showed displeasure at his comments, you wanted to win his approval, and you desired to show submission to your spouse so that he may ravish you.
He kissed you tenderly, and his tongue moved slowly around the inside of your mouth. As you gasped into his lips, his fingers were back where they had been on your folds. While one of his arms curled around your waist, he started pumping two of his fingers in and out of your hole while the other arm brought you closer to him.
"I own this little cunt. No one else's," You moaned at his possessive behaviour as he leant in close to whisper something in your ear, "Only I am able to touch you in such a way. I am the only one who has the ability to touch you and fuck you to the point where you won’t be able to walk. Do you understand?"
You nodded as your body began trembling as he quickened his pace.
"I said, do you understand?" He repeated.
"I-I und-derstan-nd." You swallowed the thick drool inside your mouth and could barely answer back.
"Say it," He growled in your ear, his grip tightening.
"My little cunt is yours. Only yours. No one else's."
"Of course it is." He had you wrapped around his fingers and his lips had finally found their way back to yours. You felt the growing of your ecstasy, and you strained once more against his binds as you felt the closeness of releasing.
Even though Stephen could tell you were getting closer, he didn't slow down his fingers. You groaned even more loudly than you had previously as you continued to strain violently against the bonds, which caused your legs to quiver. While Stephen's fingers were pounding away at you, Stephen's thumb was on your clit and he was rubbing it furiously. You let out a cry of delight since you were so near to the feeling the sweet ecstacy. Instantaneously, you were able to regain control of your hands once the knot gave way. When he stopped moving, your eyes widened in response.
"I'm sorry." You spoke in a low voice.
"No, you're not." You knew he was right but he could've tied it tighter?
"Face down. On the bed. Now," He said, his voice carrying an undercurrent of anger. You began to move to get on your hands and knees, but before you did, you turned around to stare at him as he pushed his trousers down, exposing his incredibly perfectly sculpted cock.
"Did I say look at me? Down. Now." He grasped your hips, drove his knees into the backs of your knees, placed one arm across your waist, and then used a steady hand to push you over so that you were bending over at the waist and then you saw him reaching for something on the nightstand.
You inhaled deeply and then gently released the air from your lungs. When the folded leather belt made contact with your flesh, you both felt and heard a smacking sound. You took another blow from him. You screamed out. After giving the region a little petting with his free hand, he continued to strike you afterwards.
"Do you like that?" He asked, with some hesitance in his voice.
"Yes." You responded with each fresh whack that was delivered. You gave a little buck as he slapped you skin while rubbing his hand softly all over your ass and stroking the stinging region between swats. However, he did not stop slacking you.
The moans that were emanating from you became more loud. Once again, your hips began to move, and he immediately stopped. You were freed from his grasp when he assisted you in climbing higher onto the bed. He leant forwards and bit you firmly on the hip. You squirmed away. He grabbed you, dragged you back to the spot where you were, and struck you on the rear end once again.
"Where are you going?" He asked, and reached two fingers into your cunt from behind.
"I.." You were completely at a loss for words. He was absolutely filling you up and stretching you out on the inside. You could feel how wet you were.
"Do you like THAT?" He asked and shoved another finger inside.
"YES." He removed his fingers from you and proceeded to nibble and suckle on your ass cheeks while they were still in his grasp.
He ran his nails all over your thighs, cheeks, hips and up your back. He started groping you, twisting the thick of your ass in his hands and pulling at you. This was in line of a wild massage. You weren't fond of it at first, but he spiced things up by playing with your clit with his fingers, biting and swatting you, and so on.
Before you knew it, he was devouring you. He didn't waste any time stretching it out and jamming his tongue inside before trying to fuck you with it. He had three of his fingers stuck within you and you bucked your hips, applying intense pressure inside you. You had risen to a higher level at this point, and you had entirely lost contact with the discomfort that it ought to have caused. You could tell that he was stroking his own cock since the bed was shaking as he did this, and he instructed you to reach down and stroke your clit while pumped the cock you wanted to touch so badly.
"Would I be that easy on you?" He asked, with the same icy demeanour and authoritative tone as before. You rubbed harder. "Would I be that light? Harder." You obliged, despite the fact that the beat didn't feel as wonderful as your regular one, but you didn't worry about this at all. It was pushing you to your breaking point. You could feel yourself tighten on him.
"Roll over,” He said, lifting up, pulling his hand out of you. You turned over and instantly spread your legs out for him, at which point he reached his hand up for you to suck some of your fluids off of him. His voice remained icy even as he established eye contact with you once again, "Are you mine?" He probed your clit with his thumb while asking the question.
You had the need to shut your eyes, tilt your head back, and writhe about in response to the pressure, but you resisted the urge and instead gazed into his eyes while firmly responding "Yes."
"Say it," He said in a tone that was forceful, frigid, and demanding.
"I'm yours. ALWAYS. Yours." You repeated it, and he slipped his cock into your cunt after covering it with fluids while rubbing himself against your slit. Your body contorted in discomfort as you realised that you would have to bear with his enormity for far longer than you had anticipated. He halted exactly where he was. He was aware that he shouldn't go too far, too quickly. At this stage, the discomfort was manageable but it was definitely still there.
You couldn't help but move your fingers in a looping motion around your clit. Everything felt fantastic. At first, he rocked quite gently in order to stretch you out more. You felt more and more pleasure from him, so he slid deeper and deeper with every few moments. Finally he was fully inside of you, you were writhing in excruciating delight in response to his thrusts. He was picking up the pace and going for a deeper roll with his hips as he did so. You continued to rock into him, insatiably craving more of him. You were acting really wildly.
"You're mine," He said again, not wanting a response. Your eyes were locked into his while his cock abuses your insides. He reached down to remove your fingers from your clit and then seized control as the expression on his face changed reflecting the pure pleasure of being inside of you. He realised you were in such an elevated level of pleasure from the rise he gave to your threshold of pain, that felt too great for him to quit doing it even though he knew you felt the sting.
"Yes," You let out a little cry as he continued to drive you beyond your limits. When you reached out to touch him, you saw that he seemed to be losing layers of hurt and rage. You were sceptical that he would ever put it into words.
He drew back and thrust. Your bodies met with a slap. You whimpered and sighed—it was sudden, but pleasurable.
While his hands were delicately curled around your neck, he said, "Harder?" The slap of his body against yours was followed by a groan from deep inside your throat, and he pulled back again, pushed with more effort, and then asked, "Harder?" after the slap of his body against yours.
You inhaled deeply, held it for a while, and then exhaled slowly as you saw him rock from side to side while holding himself inside of you. You hadn't prepared yourself for how different things really turned out to be. It was thrilling, but it still hasn't sunk in that Stephen's possessive nature was much more intense than you had anticipated.
You felt a warmth like to that of the sun spread throughout your body as he plunged and assaulted your cunt again and again with the same force. He moved slowly but steadily. You let out a scream as he pushed your head and neck farther into the mattress. You attempted to concentrate your attention to his rhythm while also taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You were frightened, but the pain was a mild, humming pain, and the pressure was manageable even if Stephen was slightly pushing too hard against your windpipe.
"You want me to fuck you harder?" He waited for an answer.
"Y-yes," You managed to say as you held onto his veined wrists.
"Beg me, (Y/N). Beg me to fuck you harder." He was fingers held your throat firmly, the restriction on your airflow intensifying. But you didn't want him to stop.
You moaned the following second as he entered you with a swift, brief buck of his hips and murmured, "Fuck me harder, please."
After a few more fast thrusts forwards, he straightened his back, and he released his grasp on your neck so that he could hold your hips while he fucked you. As soon as you were free from his hold, you drew a long breath and coughed. At the same time, his thrusts continued to propel you forwards and a distinct pleasure built between your legs. You elevated your gaze and strained your eyes to view his face, which was flushed and contorted as a result of the effort. You could see that he was attempting to hold back, because he wanted more.
"Harder?" he asked, his jaw clenched. He reached one hand forward and grasped your wrists and used them as leverage to thrust a little more vigorously. You could hear his impatience in his voice, "Answer me."
"Yes," You gasped. "Harder, please. Fuck me harder, Stephen."
As he continued to bury himself further and deeper, the bed underneath you began to shake. You were able to feel the flesh of your ass spring at each penetration, and you knew that Stephen was concentrating his attention there, watching his cock get sucked in by your cunt. He strengthened his grasp on your wrists, tugging hard against the momentum of his hips, and he discovered a rhythm, punctuated by his quick breathing and your increasingly desperate cries.
You’ve never seen Stephen get so rough with you before, not any of the hundred times you'd imagined it. Your fantasies had been thrilling and you'd varied the scenarios, but they'd all been romantic. Your lustiest fantasies failed in comparison to the reality of this violent fucking, driven by jealousy and punishment. Stephen was sensual and patient and he’d always has been the same sexually. Sex with him usually consisted of kisses lasting and the caresses lingering. Always moving as one, wrapped in each other's arms in the bed, beneath the sheets.
Nevertheless, you couldn't deny that Stephen turned you on. Your skin was flushed, your mouth was dry, and your brain was swimming with confused excitement. At the same time, tension was building up inside of you, and it was that familiar urgent pain that had you groaning and grabbing at the sheet on the bed.
Stephen abruptly pulled his cock out of you without warning as he rolled onto his back and led you to go on top of him, drawing you close into his arms. You kissed for a few seconds and he snaked a hand down between you, taking his cock into his hand. His other hand nudged your hips away from his and without thinking about it, you rose, shifted and positioned yourself so the head of his cock touched the entrance to your cunt. He heaved a sigh, grasped both of your hips in his hands, and urged for you to go down on him. You led him all the way inside and then sat up with your legs spread out around his hips while altering the angle of your pelvis so that his cock could penetrate you more deeply.
You gazed down at Stephen, who was smiling lustfully with his lips apart and reaching for you at the same time. "Kiss me," He ordered.
You leant over and felt a nice change in the pressure that he was applying inside of you. You followed his instructions and brought your lips to his, at which point he held your head in his hands and kissed you passionately. When he did this, his hips would move underneath you and push upward.
When you began to move your hips in response, he pressed his hand across your lips and whispered, "Don't move.”
As he began raising his hips and thrusting himself into you with short, fast thrusts, you stopped moving and clutched the surface of the bed. His rapid breathing began almost instantly, and the expression that appeared on his face made it very clear that he was lost in his arousal. He kissed you, and as he did so, his tongue made a rough stroke in between your lips.
"Are you coming?" He panted, still thrusting into you. "I want to see that expression on your face again."
"Not yet," You said truthfully.
He kissed you again and pushed his hips high, holding them against you for a second.
"Touch yourself," He said. He returned his hips to the surface of the bed in a very measured manner. "Stroke that pussy, (Y/N)."
You slipped a hand between the two of you and were taken aback by how wet you were. You jumped as your finger lightly went across your clit, and Stephen grinned a hungry smile at the same time.
"That's it, baby," he said softly. "Stroke yourself."
He studied at you for a while as you slipped your fingers all over your folds and then slid them down so that you could feel his cock penetrating you. He smiled. After that, he moved, pressing himself against you so that your hand was caught between the two of you. As he entered you, his hips gave a strong buck, and you let out a scream as he filled you in.
"Keep stroking your clit." His voice was full of lust as he watched you react to your own touch. "God, you're sexy when you do that."
You let out another scream, excited by what he had said, and you stroked yourself more frantically. His hands went to cover your breasts as he continued to press himself further and farther inside you. The ecstasy was reaching its peak, and you let out a scream. Stephen pushed you to continue, but his words were hardly audible above a whisper. You moaned and panted while letting your fingers fly over your clit.
You started to move your hips in an attempt to ride him, but he reached down and grabbed your head once in his hands. Because of the force with which he held you, you felt a surge of panic go through your body.
“Don't move," He hissed and admonished you sternly, "Don't move." He brought your mouth down to his again and for a second neither of you moved. "Stroke your clit, (Y/N). Nothing else." The expression that he had in his eyes was terrifying, yet exhilarating all the same.
"That's it, baby. I can feel your pussy getting tighter." He licked his bottom lip as he watched you stroke your clit in circular motions, while your cunt kept his cock warm.
You let your fingers swirl and circle once again, and Stephen stared at your face in silence for a few seconds at that time. You moaned and bit your lip, aware of your frustrating need to move your hips, to have him going in and out of your pussy, you could feel the orgasm starting to build up in your stomach.
"Please," You pleaded. "Stephen, daddy…"
He smirked, knowing that you were now very desperate after calling him, ‘Daddy,’ he had a solid grip on your head, his fingers curled so that they drove into your scalp, and he dragged it closer so that your foreheads were in contact with one another.
"Oh daddy, please." You whined but still kept touching yourself in front of him.
He was breathing fast as he watched you, but he didn't respond to your pleas.
"Stephen." You kept whining. You started to move your hips a little, tentatively lowering yourself over his cock. "I'm going to come." While he waited, his whole body was tense, and it was easy to sense it.
"Please," You pleaded again. "Please, Let me come. Please fuck me, Daddy."
He groaned and his hips moved before you even finished the request. They rose and fell in a rapid rhythm and you squealed and concentrated the motions of your fingers, chasing the spot that would start your orgasm. Stephen grasped your head firmly in both of his hands and kept it there. You could see the effort in his face, his arousal and expectation.
"Harder," You moaned and he thrusted so hard your knees left the bed.
He shifted suddenly, pushing you off him and you fell onto the bed, confused and frustrated—You'd been on the verge of coming, right on the edge and he'd stopped you, again. A half second later he was pushing your legs back toward your shoulders and bringing his cock to your entrance again.
He grabbed your hand and brought it back down between your legs. At the first touch, you felt your body tensing inside. You rolled and rubbed your clit as you peered up at Stephen's heated face.
"You like fucking like this huh? You freak," He said, his wild eyes on your cunt as he pushed forward, entering you. "God, you're so tight." He drew back and thrust again, making your legs jump.
"Oh God," You squealed. "Yes, Daddy. Fuck me, fuck my pussy."
You were thrilled by your own remarks, but the expression on his face as he braced himself and started to rock harder was unlike any other emotion you had ever seen. He brushed his palm over your cheek and neck before putting his fingers around your throat and squeezing. Even though there was just a little amount of pressure, you became tight out of alarm.
He didn't move his hand away and he didn't slow his thrusts.
"Stroke yourself again." There was an edge in his voice, an authoritative edge. You stared at him, unsure of what you felt or wanted, but you obeyed. You were almost startled by the sudden recurrence of the throbbing pain after your ecstasy. You swore and crushed your head back against the bed. You felt Stephen's grasp go a little tighter around your neck, and he made an enthusiastic moan while putting a little more power into his thrusts.
"So sexy," he growled. "So fucking sexy."
At that point, you were already shrieking and gasping, with your whole body tensing up in preparation for the release. Stephen's hold on your neck became more firm as he propelled himself forwards, groaning with each stroke. It was painful. However, you like the way it felt.
"I'm so close, so close," You panted.
"Come, baby.." He sounded almost angry, his voice full of force. "I want to feel you come. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock."
When you glanced at his face, which was filled with deep animal hunger, and felt the pleasure break. Stephen's hand released your throat, and you gasped, writhing and squirming beneath him as the intensity of his thrusts and your quaking pussy overwhelmed you. You heard yourself whimpering and locked eyes with Stephen. "Oh baby," he breathed. "Hmm. I feel you coming, baby."
As he kept himself within you while you were orgasming, his face contorted in a way that conveyed both pleasure and agony. He was holding himself in while you were having a climax.
"I'm going to come soon," He said. He started moving again, quickly returning to the pace and intensity of a few moments before. "Inside you," he gasped. "Inside your gorgeous little cunt." His jaw was set as he fucked you, using the bounce of the bed against the momentum of his thrusts to penetrate you deep and hard.
He suddenly shifted your legs, bringing your hips off the surface of the bed, driving his cock even deeper. His fingers dug into your hips, fingertips hard on your hip bones, and he filled you again and again, panting hard. He swore, and bucked forward, grabbing you violently. He buried himself deeply in you while moaning and throwing his head back as his thrusts abruptly slowed down.
"Oh God, argh—." You felt the tremble in his hips and the pulse at the entrance to your cunt as his cock jumped, spurting jet after jet of cum, filling you up.
It seemed as if he was coming for a very long time, pulsating inside you; then, a second later, he swooped down on you and kissed your lips. His kisses were passionate, breathy, and grateful all at the same time. You encircled his neck with your arms, shivering all over as the powerful release spread throughout your body.
He continued to kiss you over and again as he held you in his arms for a whole minute. His chest was hot against yours, and his heart was pounding. When he slid out from between your legs, he ran a gentle touch over your hip and thigh. As his breathing slowed, he slid onto his side and kissed you gently while he was there.
"Was I too rough? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He pressed his mouth to yours, looking at you with a familiar expression of concern.
You shook your head. "You didn't hurt me," You said, and realised it was true. A few times, you had been surprised and terrified, but even though there had been pain, it was nothing that would last for an extended period of time. In spite of your fear, you found that you loved it, even if his hard treatment and those brief minutes of control had caused your head to spin and your pussy pulse. "I loved it… but I think I wouldn’t be able to walk properly now." You admitted.
Stephen chuckled, “Don’t worry, I can carry you around the Sanctum.”
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Sherlock: *makes a deduction about the characteristics of the killer*
Y/n: *looks at Sherlock with a look of love*
Sherlock: *stops when he notices Y/n is silent* What are you doing?
Y/n: *with an expression of falling in love and a sweet smile* You're smart.. I love you.
Sherlock: *stopped responding and looked at Y/n with a blank expression*
John: *sighing* I think you broke him.
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𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Sherlock comes home high off the thrill of case solving, he proceeds to drive Y/N insane (in the best way, of course). Though he refuses to wind down and take a break, Y/N must use her wits to CALM. HIM. DOWN.
Sleepy Sherlock + fluff! ♡
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The drone of Mrs Hudon's vacuum thrummed below the flat. It was a lazy day on Baker Street, and Y/N could feel it's droll effects.
She stood by the kitchen table, steeping a cup of tea. It's colour drained out in ribbons as she watched with unenthused interest. Sherlock hadn’t made it home that night, so the flat was painfully quiet.
Y/N prodded at her teabag. She squeezed the last of its flavouring out with a spoon and sighed. "So this is what he means when he's bored," she muttered.
She was about to dump the tea for the sake of steeping another batch, when a familiar voice boomed from the front door.
"I AM BRILLIANT! Oh darling, I know my mind is first-rate, but there are moments where even I'm impressed by its rampant luminosity!"
Y/N gave a jolt at the sudden intrusion. The door crashed against its frame and she nearly lost grip of her teacup. The drink sloshed and burned the back of her hand.
"SHERLOCK!" she cried out. "You startled me!"
Sherlock ignored the reprimand and followed the sound of his partner's voice. His steps were quick, nearly giddy.
Y/N frowned when he creeped into the kitchen. "Three cases solved within a twelve hour span!" he hissed, excited. "I am on FIRE!"
Sherlock's hair was mussed and his eyes gleamed wildly. He sounded breathless when he spoke, as though he had raced across the city.
Y/N bit back a smile and tried to remember her annoyance. "What are you going on about?" she demanded.
Sherlock grinned, nearly buzzing. "A magnificent performance on my part! A tri-movement concerto where I cracked the cases in an eloquent sequence of acuity and guile!"
"Good day, I take it?"
Sherlock dragged his hand along the edge of the countertop until he reached Y/N. His rushed strides were clumsy as he stumbled towards her. He squeezed her shoulders and planted a fervent kiss on her cheek. "Oh, you have no idea!"
"Sherlock, maybe you should take a breather now. You've been out since yesterday. Don't you think a bit of rest is in order?"
He looked down and noticed the steaming teacup still in her hands. "No time for that," he chided. "Come hear about the investigations!" Sherlock tossed the drink to the sink, making the porcelain clatter. Before Y/N could object, he gripped her hand tight and led her to the living room.
Sherlock drew open the curtains with great zeal, his open arms casting shaded silhouettes against the room. "Let's set the scene," he said with a dark smile. He turned back to his partner and stalked around her, building up his narrative.
"A robbery, six missing persons, and a murder. All distinct at first glance, wouldn't you say?"
Y/N perched on the edge of an armchair and crossed her arms. She was amused by his dramatization but worried about his lack of rest. In the moments where Sherlock Holmes was still high off the thrill of case solving, he was nonstop.
"Yes, I suppose so. But maybe you can finish your story in the morning? A good night's rest will---"
Sherlock bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. His eyes were bright. "That can wait, dove. As I was saying, Lestrade believed the three events to be mere coincidences as well. But I soon discovered that---"
"--- that everything was interconnected? Yes Sherlock, that's very impressive."
Sherlock glanced at Y/N and quirked a brow. "I'm sensing disinterest," he noted.
Y/N sighed. She stood up and took his hands in her own. "Not at all," she assured. "I'd love to hear of your triumphs, but I'm more concerned with your wellbeing at the moment."
"I don't understand. I'm perfectly fine!"
Y/N quirked a brow. She studied the dark shadows beneath his eyes and the slight tremble in his hands. His scarf was done up in a knot, and he seemed pale.
"Take a quick look in the mirror and tell me again that you're fine."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "A look at the mirror won't prove anything other than the fact that you worry too much."
"Then it won't hurt to look, now will it?"
Sherlock scoffed and glanced at the mirror hanging from the back wall. He studied his reflection in silence.
"Clever girl," he murmured, finally. "I've seen better days, haven't I?"
Y/N dipped forwards and kissed his jaw. "I would say so. You're not invincible, you know."
Sherlock sighed and pulled her against his chest. "True as that may be, there are certainly moments where I feel invincible."
Y/N felt his deft fingers trail through her hair. She leaned against him and listened to the steady beating of his heart. "Do you mean when you're out case solving?"
Sherlock pulled back until his eyes locked with hers. He tapped a finger to the tip of her nose and grinned. "Not quite. I mean to say that invincibility lies in the moments I stand by your side."
Y/N giggled. "You've gone soft from your sleepless nights," she hummed. "Let's get to bed." Before Sherlock could protest, she gripped the end of his scarf and pulled him away.
"But the sun is still shining! London won't sleep until nightfall, and I'm sure I can hold up another few hours!" His last words were muffled by a yawn that he tried and failed to suppress.
"Somehow, I'm not convinced!" Y/N laughed. "You're exhausted. Come on, I'll fetch you a pillow."
Sherlock smiled. There was no use countering her. Secretly, he didn't really mind. He felt a profound sense of comfort in Y/N's care.
He squeezed her shoulder from behind. "I'm in your hands," he whispered.
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Can you write for reader x Sherlock where reader is a little like Elizabeth Bennet, likes to read and paint etc. Singing and all the cultural stuffs and Sherlock has fallen for her too hard?
𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍
pairing: sherlock holmes (bbc) x fem!oc
summary: in which sherlock holmes doesn’t catch himself from falling quick enough for jane burbank
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warnings: none
a/n: this was my first time writing for a request so i really hope you like it <3 i also made it [x/oc] as i'm more comfortable doing it that way but i tried to stay away from descriptions as much as possible to make this little fic as inclusive as possible too <3
he wanted nothing more than to talk to her, even if it was only a meagre apology for accidentally brushing against her in the library isle. she enamoured him and he hated it, even years later as he held the heavy velvet curtains between two fingers and watched her cross over the road and unlock the door to her flat. john smirked behind his newspaper, "you're doing it again."
"doing what?" sherlock huffed, letting the curtains drape back into place over the window. "saying i'm doing something again would mean i'm repeating the action. what's special about me standing by the window." he stalked through the flat and flung himself into an old wooden chair by the kitchen table, seething over his frustration.
he hated it when john was right. nothing frustrated him more than his closest friend seeing right through him as if he were a spirit. more often than not, when he was sulking about not having cases or waiting for results from his less-than-ethical experiments, sherlock would find himself rooted to the floor by the window. sometimes he would play his violin slow and mournful, sometimes he would stand in plain sight.
it would stun him when the sunlight bounced off the wire frame of her glasses, the reflection shooting through her window and right back to his. sherlock found it hard to concentrate on anything else when she would sit in her arm chair with a cardigan that on anyone else would have looked ugly but on her the bright colours did nothing but compliment her. she always had a pen or pencil or paint brush hidden away in her hair, and occasionally she would reach up and fiddle with it as she thumbed delicately through the pages of her book.
sherlock looked up from concentrating hard on the surface of the table when his phone buzzed him his pocket, and he pulled it out. his smile became visible against his will.
you're doing it again, if you want to come over you only have to ask
within minutes he was at the door, ripping off his burgundy dressing gown and trading it out for his thick and heavy belstaff. at john's call of "where're you off to all eager?" he simply shouted "out" as he clattered down the thin staircase. sherlock was out of the door and crossing the road faster than he was able to think, knocking sharply on the blurred stained glass window set into her front door.
there was a crash from inside, a mutter of swearing as she pulled back the door to reveal her haphazard state. sherlock stared dumbly at her, trying to ignore the red splatter of paint on her neck dripping onto her chest, searching for words as when he opened his mouth it turned dry. "you didn't ask," she said, but stood back to let him into her house anyway.
sherlock walked in through the hall, catching himself casting his gaze over the walls like he did every singe time. the university diploma sat pride of place over the mantlepiece of the fireplace in the living room reading 'ba joint honours in history and history of art awarded to jane burbank, graduating with a first from the university of edinburgh'
next to it was a framed photo of the pair of them stood together at a mutual friend's wedding the previous year. sherlock had gone along begrudgingly when he'd found out that jane was attending the party after the ceremony because her cousin was the maid of honour for the bride. they were both standing outside of the venue side by side, smiling into the lens as one of the flower girls was messing with the petal confetti in her small wicker basket in the background.
jane brushed her bangs off her eyes as she moved around the airy living room, shoving wooden crates of paint back into place on the shelf and moving her latest canvas out into the garden to dry completely. sherlock stood awkwardly in his coat and ran his finger under the collar of his shirt sitting tightly against his neck. she stared at him as she returned, wiping a paint stain off the hem of her white dress as she did so.
"sherlock, i don't know why you insist on dressing like a child from the past in the middle of summer." london had been blanketed in a sticky, heavy heat as they hit the peak of august, making being indoors impossible but being outside worse. jane was only glad of her broken window to allow a constant breeze to pass through the ground floor of her house but knew the relief wouldn't last long. it was only a matter of time before the rain came in thick drops and plunged them into everlasting autumn.
he shrugged awkwardly and peeled the coat from his body, and when jane looked at him from behind her easel tucked away in a corner by the bay window he removed his blazer from his shoulders too. sherlock felt too free when he was with her, it scared him, but she made him feel to exhilarated to even care sometimes.
once, when they'd met at a summer research project collating students from different courses at the russel group unis, jane had cleared her throat to catch his attention in the library. at the noise he turned around, still holding the heavy volume, and saw her looking at him through a gap in the shelves perching her chin on the heel of her hands. "hey," jane whispered at him, "d'you want to do something fun?"
sherlock couldn't find his voice to tell her that what he was doing was fun and that he didn't really want to leave the safety of the library that late at night, but her bright eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lights hanging from the high ceiling from exposed wires made him throw caution to the wind and join her on their escapade. jane dragged him to a concert and to this day not one of them could remember who it was they'd seen only that they were rubbish and the cone of chips they'd picked at while walking through a grassy park was much more enjoyable.
he'd been dressed for winter then too, despite the thin linen of his shirt trying to cool him down in the muggy night air. but he couldn't care less about the heat invading his skin or the salt from the chips that caught on his finger tips because he was talking to jane burbank, and it had been all he'd wanted to do since she came bursting into the lecture hall for the summer programme two minutes late in a haze of frazzledness as she pulled down the hem of her summer dress where it had ridden up from her haste.
if he had been a better man he wouldn't have looked down past her neck but he couldn't help himself.
perched on the end of the emerald green sofa shoved against a bright white wall covered in artwork and cheap antique picture frames, sherlock fumed silently like the kettle he wished jane was setting over the stove because he could see john giving him his worst 'i told you so' look from the front window of his flat over the road. jane returned with a silver tray laden with small plates holding biscuits, two empty glasses holding ice and a large pitcher of sparkling orange juice.
"d'you want to go out and do something fun tonight?" jane found herself repeating the words every time she saw sherlock, which wasn't as often as she would have hoped considering she bought her house opposite his flat with his proximity in mind. he was always out sleuthing with john, who she'd seen more, and got on well with.
so was it really any surprise that jane took any chance she could get with sherlock, to make the most of the time they had together. he'd intrigued her all those years ago (it hadn't in-fact been too many years ago since they'd graduated with first honours, but life in the wake of sherlock holmes was long and weary) and still continued to do so now. she was pleased she knew him before he made it big as a 'boffin' in the national press and was even more pleased that he still kept up with her completely opposing lifestyle despite his cold-heartedness and want of plain fact.
with a gleeful grin and a shake of his shoulders as she squealed at his minute nod, jane was away to pack her bag and to grab her sandals before rejoining him at the front door. much to her excitement, sherlock had decided to brave the outside world without the protection of his belstaff, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone and his blazer was tucked neatly under his arm as he waited patiently for her. "ever practical," she muttered and locked the door behind her. the heat of the day beat down on her exposed shoulders from where she'd pinned her hair up at the back of her head and she pulled her sunglasses over her nose.
they set off and june looked at her watch, "quarter to three, fancy going out for something to eat first?"
"whatever you want to do," sherlock agreed, and sure enough half an hour later they were sat on outside tables for a cafe overlooking westminster watching the people go by. well, sherlock was watching the people go by and jane was peeling away the pastry of a croissant she'd ordered while taking occasional sips of her glass of diet coke. he tapped his fingers against the saucer for his coffee patiently waiting for her to finish so they could leave.
jane wanted to look through the markets in camden for old records before they tried to find a pub for dinner and finished off the day at st james' park to listen to the music drift over them from the live festival happening in hyde park that she didn't get tickets to. she was always asking him if he wanted to do something fun even when she'd planned the day to some kind of degree of legible and sherlock just agreed.
but he did so because jane had asked him to, and anything that was fun to her would be fun for him.
after their intermission at the cafe, where jane had stopped to take some candid photos of some couples she'd seen over the green before turning the lens on an unsuspecting sherlock, they suffered the stuffy carriage of the underground before emerging at camden. jane beelined for stalls selling records and cassette tapes she didn't need because her selection was already overflowing. she picked up a sleeve and turned it to sherlock, grinning, "don't you just love them?"
he smirked before saying, "i prefer blur" only to receive a smack on the shoulder for his admission. by the time they'd left jane had bought enough to put a sizeable dent into her savings account made for paying off her student debt and she was dragging sherlock to an art gallery she noticed was free to the public before they sat down to eat again.
there was something about her wide eyes as they walked around the gallery that sherlock couldn't tear his eyes away from. it might have been the sun shining down on her cheekbones from the glass ceiling or the way she looked like one of the twisted statues in her white dress and delicate sandals or her screwed up face as she focused on something in the background through the lens of her camera. being with jane was a break from the world he'd plugged himself into and he loved every second of it.
sherlock didn't love it as much, however, when they were sat outside (again) at a pub jane liked sharing a bowl of chips while she told him about the awful date she'd had with an awful guy who had an awful name two days prior. his back straightened and something curled in the pit of his stomach as jane told him about the bloke's lacklustre effort of wooing her, especially when he lumped her with paying for dinner and their tube fares back because he'd 'conveniently' left his wallet in a different jacket.
"he wasn't even wearing a jacket, sherlock, i mean can you believe it? i go on one date for the first time in months and he's a total prick!" she picked at a chip and dunked it angrily into the splodge of tomato sauce she'd poured onto the plate before soaking up any vinegar that had been left behind, "is chivalry really dead? i refuse to believe it is."
sherlock made a hoarse noise in the back of his throat before leaving for the bar and returning with a drink to replace jane's third glass of diet coke since they'd sat down. he placed down the cocktail in front of her and felt a flush of pride creep down his back as jane placed her hand over his to thank him earnestly. she took a sip, then another until the entire thing slid down her throat with a sigh of relief.
"i really needed that," she said and giggled to herself. sherlock forgot every time he was with her when she drank that jane was the lightest of lightweights, but when she'd had one she was happy and when jane was happy sherlock was well on the way to being happy too.
another cocktail later and jane had reached her happy medium for alcohol intake - she was blissfully unaware of anything happening outside of the six foot boundary around her but could still hold herself upright and kissed sherlock enthusiastically on the cheek when he caught the bill as a waiter was passing by their table. she laughed all along the path and the whole time the two of them were walking to st james' park.
sherlock didn't make it a habit to carry people around on his back, but when jane looked up at him with a pout and wide glassy eyes he acquiesced and hoisted her onto his back with her ankles locked together just below his navel.
she insisted on getting a cone of chips for old times sake even though they'd eaten enough to fuel an army back at the pub, and jane happily handed over five pounds in cash for a cone and a pot of curry sauce to the woman behind the till. "thank you!" she called out from over her shoulders and sherlock walked through the gates to the park and let her down gently onto the grass where they usually sat.
jane fell forwards and caught herself from landing on her face by her knees, laughing as she slumped forwards onto her chest and propped her chin up into her hands. sherlock sat beside her on his jacket and brushed her bangs out of her eyes, and she felt her skin flush where his fingers had touched. the music from the concert in hyde park eventually reached them just as jane thought it would and she began to hum the tune under her breath as she picked at the chips sherlock was holding out for her.
jane rolled onto her back and felt the blades of grass tickle her shoulders and she moved to make herself comfortable. "we never talk anymore sherlock." she huffed, and tried to reach out and run her fingers over his cheek but stopped when she realised her hands were moving in the completely wrong direction.
"you've been talking all day."
"but i mean you and me. we never talk, i talk at you and you listen."
"i like listening."
"no you don't, you'll out live god trying to get the last word in."
he laughed behind his smile, "i like listening to you."
jane pushed herself onto her feet and sank down again so she was eye to eye with sherlock. he could still see the red splatter of paint along her neck and upon closer inspection he found that the drips had dried throughout the day past the neckline of her already low summer dress. "i wish you would do more than watch and listen to me." she whispered, still tapping out the rhythm of the new song against her knee.
"but i like listening to you and i can't help but watch you. it irritates me." lies.
"no it doesn't."
damn.
before sherlock even had a chance to refute or say anything in his defence, jane's hands were placed gently on either side of his neck and she pulled him forwards to join their lips. jane held him so close that their noses bumped together repeatedly and she had to lean forwards to follow him when he pulled away. "jane!"
"what?" she questioned, finding that she'd sobered up at a startling rate when the gravity of what she'd done had truly set in. "oh, sherlock i'm so sorry i didn't mean to-" her words were cut off as he kissed her again, again and again to pepper kisses all over her cheeks and along her forehead where her bangs had fallen over her eyes again.
jane was a breath of fresh air, the calm in the middle of the storm he lived his life by. in the moment with her, sitting on the grass in a darkened london park he couldn't help but not care about what john would say when he finally got home or if jane would soon realise how dangerous tangling her life with his truly was.
she pushed herself onto him and held onto his arms as she kissed him harder, not caring that sherlock was the right-hand-man of every inspector at scotland yard or that his idea of fun was dissecting human bodies and testing them for bruising. the only thing that mattered to her was the boy she'd liked since she walked in late to the lecture hall was kissing her back after he'd admitted to her, drunkenly at their mutual friend's wedding, that it was all he thought about whenever he saw her
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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
❧ Holmes Family, the by victoriaholmeswriting • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When refusing to dress up for Halloween results in an argument with his wife, Sherlock re-evaluates his priorities and tries to make it right."
❧ Truth Behind It, the by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Prompt(s): "Person A loves Halloween, but sees that Person B hates it. A wants to find out why, but B doesn't want to say it."
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❧ Halloween at 221B by jpat82 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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"it's not like that, cloak, i promise! my neck was cold, it's just a scarf! don't be like this!"
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