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Heya!! Can I get some recs for Bucky celebrating his partners birthday with them ??
My birthday is March 28th and I really need some comfort 😅
Thank you in advance 🙏
Reader’s Birthday
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birthday gift by @incorrectmarvelquotesss
Bucky wants to treat his girl on her birthday.
Flowers and Things by @espinosaurusrexex
Who would have thought that Bucky "The Winter Soldier" Barnes would ever have a crush on the sweet sweet team member Y/N? Well, certainly not Sam, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to tease him about it. Bucky is determined to buy Y/N a birthday gift, and his best friend's suggestions seem a little too stupid to pursue. Let's hope his own idea is good enough for her...
Happy Birthday to Me by @language-rxgers
It’s your birthday, but you don’t want anyone to know, because you never celebrate it. (Un)luckily for you, today is just about the worst day you’ve had in a long time, but a visit from your metal-armed best friend may just make you feel a little better.
Flowers and Things by @espinosaurusrexex
Who would have thought that Bucky "The Winter Soldier" Barnes would ever have a crush on the sweet sweet team member Y/N? Well, certainly not Sam, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to tease him about it. Bucky is determined to buy Y/N a birthday gift, and his best friend's suggestions seem a little too stupid to pursue. Let's hope his own idea is good enough for her...
Birthday Tiara by @babyboibucky
You weren’t enjoying your birthday until Bucky comes along.
Forever Yours, B x by @summerofsnowflakes
Sam throws the perfect birthday party, but someone is missing the celebration
All Things Pink by @bucky-barnes-diaries
Bucky being the sweetest boyfriend by bringing you flowers on your birthday.
Birthday Blues by @theeleggymeggy
It’s your birthday, and unfortunately you seem to be going through the birthday blues. Sam and Bucky won’t let you be upset on your special day, which leads to Bucky revealing his feelings for you.
Birthday Cake by @writingliv
#bucky barnes fic rec#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes series#winter soldier x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes modern au#bucky barnes#bf!bucky#boyfriend!bucky#bff!bucky#best friend!bucky
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November Reading List - Part 1 - Marvel
Hey, lovelies! For some reason my original post won't let me save everything , so I have split this into two parts. Here are the Marvel character fics I've had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of November. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .
Love, thanks, and happy reading! ❤️
Bucky Barnes
Bucky vs. Book by @lostgirlmuseum
For A While by @mochie85
Birthday Cake by @writingliv
Ace of Wands by @flordeamatista
The Beat of a Heart by @rookthorne
Burn the Witch by @sgt-seabass
Every Breath You Take by @vellicore
Babysitting Duty by @nicoline1998enilocin
Superheroes with Style by @angelltheninth
After the Mission by @ghostofskywalker
Pulse by /@lostgirlmuseum
Trust by @samwilsonsbabymama
Nirvana by @tumblin-theworldaway
Store by @noctumbra
Safe by @flightlessangelwings
Love Changed the Minds of Pretenders by @tom-whore-dleston
Massage by @writing-for-marvel
Little Games by @mrsbarnesblog
Bartender by @sweetdreamsbuck
Steve Rogers
Our Last Summer by @lostalioth
Neighbor Steve by @buckets-and-trees
Mouth to Mouth by @thornsnvultures
I Just Love You by @ofstarsandvibranium
Anew by @ttyls
The Learning Curve by @bluemusickid
Doubting by @nekoannie-chan
No Place Like Home by @mellowsaturns
Habits and Kinks by @tuiccim
Advent Calendar Day 2 by @haravath0t
Hurts by @slothspaghettiwrites
Brave (Ch. 2) by @boxofbonesfic
Mastery by @ronearoundblindly
But We Lost It by @princessmisery666
D*ck Pic Steve Rogers by @xsapphirescrollsx
Sit Still (Look Pretty) (Pt. 1) by @megamindsecretlair
Too Big (Pt. 1) by @evansbby
Green Room Mirror by @luxeavenger
Stucky
In Want of a Treat by @awesomerextyphoon
Sam Wilson
Sugar Daddy by @fluffyprettykitty
#navy's fic recs#reading list#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x female reader#stucky x reader#stucky x female reader#sam wilson x reader#sam wilson x female reader
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Bucky Barnes Fic Recs
Notes: Check the rules of each blog before reading please!! Enjoy 💗
All Fic Recs
One-Shots:
wallpaper by @cosmicbucky
verity by @cosmicbucky
Avenger!Reader:
almost believing by @intrepidacious
Pick Me by @buckyalpine
Fur Baby by @buckyalpine
Civilian!Reader:
Persona non Grata by @bi-disaster-yn
Pregnant!Reader:
Need more of that blue in my life by @foreverindreamlandd
Series:
AU's
New Girl by @theidiotwhowritesthings (New Girl AU)
Civilian!Reader
your hands have some good mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme
Avenger!Reader
Time & Temptation by @ellemj
Wanting Game by @writingliv
#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x female reader
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Lucky Shirt - Prof!Benedict Cumberbatch (smut)
I got the chance to work with @writingliv once again – yes, I am very much fangirling, y'all know how much I adore Liv – and boy, I am so proud of us and of this beautiful fic we've written together. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Professor Cumberbatch was perfect. He was sweet, supportive, ever-willing to help. He was attentive and loved to praise your achievements. It came to no surprise that you had ended up trying and succeeding at becoming his favourite student. The two of you had become an unstoppable duo, however, could there be more than mere passion for academia behind it?
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, lots and lots of tension, small sprinkles of angst, age gap, professorxstudent relationship
Pairing: Prof!Benedict Cumberbatch x fem!reader (about 9k words, she's a long one)
Professor Cumberbatch led a life full of rules, keeping clear schedules, boundaries, and conversations. Honest, passionate, and helpful would probably be the three words most people would use to define him. A life dedicated to teaching, to helping, to learning. He never swayed away from his clear-cut schemes unless it was for somebody else’s benefit. Selfless… Professor Cumberbatch was also incredibly selfless.
You, however, would think this set of facts did not do justice to his character. Professor Cumberbatch was not just selfless. He was an absolute saint. He had been your point of guidance since you first joined his class in your last year of undergrad and had offered you a place as a research assistant as a Master’s student. He had happily stayed until late hours helping you with your first dissertation and had never failed to answer any question related-or-not to his topic. Benedict Cumberbatch was your hero, which made your crush on him so much more inappropriate.
You had tried to stop thinking about him that way, feeling guilty at the idea that this saint of man was so willing to help you and take you under his wing, and all you did was fantasise about him breaking all the university rules and fucking you. It was an awful feeling, especially when you were sure he didn’t feel the same way, but it was something you couldn’t yet find a way to get rid of.
So here you were, sitting in his office, wearing that baby blue shirt he had once complimented a year ago or so, waiting for him to come back with news on whether you had been accepted to attend the most important conference in your field. You had excused your continuous wear of the shirt by referring to it as your lucky colour, making it the perfect attire for any important moment you had shared with the professor.
Your black heels had been incessantly tapping his beautiful Persian rug as you tried your best not to bite your nails when the door of the office finally opened incredibly slowly, and a gloomy Cumberbatch appeared on the opposite side wearing a shirt of a starkly similar colour as yours. “I am sorry…” he started to speak, and you felt your heart drop immediately, your hands moving to your face, covering it. “That you will have to cancel all your plans for the week April 19th because we are going to the conference!” He shouted your way, a gigantic crooked smile filling his mischievous face. You couldn’t believe it, instantly uncovering your face and checking his expression for a bluff.
You couldn’t help yourself jumping up from the excitement and reaching for him, giving him a hug. Your professor seemed to equally disregard all decorum, wrapping his hands around your waist before whispering to your ear, “it seems like your lucky colour works.” You tried your best to hide the growing warmth on your cheeks as he let go of you.
“Thank you so much for this! I am so excited! I cannot believe it!” You replied once the two of you were at an appropriate distance again, still looking at each other with the utmost admiration and excitement.
“Do not thank me. You did this all yourself. I just had to answer a reference request, and you may be surprised about this, but I find it incredibly easy to tell people how incredible you are.”
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“Can anybody tell me when Operation Overlord was fought?” Professor Cumberbatch’s voice echoed through the classroom, eyes flickering to meet yours at any given chance. It felt like you two were playing a game, a game whose rules you have long forgotten, unable to focus on anything but him.
Him, the one you dream of when the nights grow warmer, when the heat fills your bedroom like the heat filling your veins whenever he speaks to you.
Him, the one that makes you tremble whenever his skin meets yours, never in an inappropriate way, though forced closer like magnets unable to part.
Him, the man that popped up in your thoughts when you wake and when you are about to fall asleep. An ever present sensation you slowly but surely adapted to.
You didn’t pay attention to the answer of the student that tried to catch the professor’s attention for the past minutes. Your thoughts weren’t able to grow quiet, a loud sound that rang through your mind like a song you couldn’t stop singing. It was wrong, so awfully wrong, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from craving his touch, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours without any clothing caught in between.
Professor Cumberbatch needed a few moments to rip his eyes from your features, breaking eye contact with a slight scowl tugging on his face. The nagging voice inside your head made you wonder if he was annoyed with the other student for cutting your shared moment short. There was always something so intense about the way he looked at you, forcing you to sit straighter, eyes unable to move away.
“Anything else you want to add to today’s lesson? If not, you are good to go.” Your heart picked up its beat as his eyes found yours once again, a silent way of communicating, asking you to stay behind for a few more moments. The other students pushed past you all too impatiently, wanting to flee from the classroom, but you didn’t move, not able to even try to imagine another place where you’d rather be.
“I won’t hold you back for long, I just wanted to give you these folders. It’s everything they gave me for the conference.” Your fingers brushed his as you took the folder, breath hitched in your chest. His eyes followed your every move, watching you thumb through the papers, unable to bite down your smile.
“I am so excited, I can’t wait for us to go there!” Your voice left him smiling, unable to bite down his excited grin. Your nerves were running wild, wondering how being at the conference with him will play out, praying to whoever was listening that you’d be able to also focus on something else besides the gorgeous professor you wanted to call yours.
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Soft music filled Professor Cumberbatch’s office, ringing in your ears without distracting you from the essays you were grading with the professor. It wasn’t unusual for you to join in on his later sessions, finding comfort in his closeness, even though you wouldn’t share many words, just a few glances here and there.
“What is it? You are biting your lip again.” Professor Cumberbatch’s voice ripped you out of your trance, eyes snapping up from the paper. Heat flushed through you as you let go of your lip, teeth no longer buried in the warm flesh.
“Sorry, I struggle to follow their argumentation, it simply makes no sense, and you know how much I hate saying this.” Your voice was soft, not wanting to interrupt the calm atmosphere you two were trapped in. You watched him move closer, admiring the way he carried himself, the way his beige trousers hugged his legs, and how the rolled up sleeves of his black dress shirt exposed just enough of his muscular forearms and the watch clinging to his left wrist. Fuck, you’d dream of this tonight, you were sure of it.
“Let me have a look.” The professor sat down next to you on the comfortable sofa placed in the far back of his office. The scent of his cologne crawled up your nostrils, making you shudder as his leg was pressed against yours. His eyes carefully followed the sentence you had highlighted, concentrating on the arguments the student seemed to have struggled with. “Yes, I see what you mean. Leave it on my desk later, I’ll add some comments myself.”
He pushed the essay back into your hands, eyes meeting yours. Neither one of you dared to move, eyes not wanting to break contact, hearts calling out to one another without finding the right words to express what was burning on the tip of your tongues. He broke the intense moment first, clearing his throat before he rose back to his feet.
“I think I’ve kept you here long enough, you should get some rest and start packing your bags.” Disappointment filled your system, slowly nodding your head as a quiet “Of course” left your lips. And with one last glance shared, you left his office with a racing heart and sweaty palms.
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You arrived at your apartment and dropped on your bed, sighing loudly. It was getting too difficult to deal with, to keep your gazes in check, to keep him from knowing how you felt. It was overwhelming. It was driving you crazy. You were growing so desperate for any hint of reciprocation that you had started to imagine things, seeing lust in his gaze when it couldn't be there, when it shouldn’t be there.
You decided to check your already packed bag one more time, giving into the parting words of your professor. All the outfits for the conferences lay perfectly organised in your bag, each accompanied by a pair of matching lingerie. No. you were not planning on sleeping with anyone at this event. It was just an old trick that you had once read; wearing matching lingerie makes you feel confident even outside of the bedroom.
You were about to close the bag when your phone rang on your nightstand. You picked it up, surprised to see Professor Cumberbatch calling you at almost 1 am.
“Hello?” you picked up, your fingers playing with the silky material of the matching nightgown to your lingerie.
“Hey there, apologies for the late phone call,” his voice sounded tired and stressed. You knew exactly how badly he wanted all his students to do well, and grading always put him in a bit of a bad mood.
“No problem, Professor. Is everything okay?” your question was filled with worry as you sat down on your bed and wondered if he was still in his office.
“I was just thinking about our conversation from earlier, and I was worried you would think I dismissed you because you couldn’t finish correcting that paper. You know how much I appreciate you helping me with corrections, and I wouldn’t want you to think anything bad of my dismissal. It was just so late and… I sometimes worry that I am stealing all your time. I am sure you have better things to do on a Saturday night than spend it with me, correcting papers with me.” He ranted away nervously. You could hear the sound of his dress shoes in the background as he paced through the room.
“There is no other place I’d rather be,” you blurted out right away, immediately realising the finality of that statement.
“Really?” he chuckled bitterly, “I am sure any other woman your age would disagree. Your twenties are important for your career but also to go out, have fun, make friends, and make mistakes. Please don’t let me keep you away from doing all of those things.”
“I am having fun, and I have friends,” you laughed, slightly hurt that he thought you were a complete loser.
“You know what I mean,” he chuckled, embarrassed.
“No, professor, I am not quite sure. From what I understand, you think I am a loser with no friends or fun,” you laughed, teasing him further.
“What I was trying to say is that there are significantly funner things to be doing on a Saturday than correcting papers with me. At your age, I was doing much more interesting things, at least.”
“What were you doing, Professor?” It was an inappropriate question, especially in the tone you had spoken it. You were not sure where it had come out from, but the exhaustion and comfort of your bed had pulled it out of you.
“I don’t know…” he seemed to be thinking, trying to understand himself where he wanted to draw a line before this conversation broke his rules, “I was partying, drinking, getting into trouble, trying to get girls.”
“I do all of those things,” you replied confidently, a foxy smile on your lips and a particularly strong inflexion in the all.
“Girls?” he asked, cursing himself right away for falling into your obvious trap.
“Girls… boys…” you laughed, “I am usually not the one trying, though. Especially recently, nobody has really caught my interest that way.”
“I guess I should take advantage of it and continue to monopolise your time until you do,” his answer sent a shiver down your spine. It was late, and neither of you was thinking perfectly straight.
“I think you should,” you replied before a yawn took over your voice.
“I should let you get some sleep. We have a long week ahead of us. See you at the station tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Professor.”
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You watched the scenery pass by, the lush green countryside, the houses that seemed empty and once left behind in a hurry to disappear from rural places like these. Your heart ached at the thought, finding sadness in the empty places, wondering who had once lived inside these buildings.
It had been a good two hours since you had met the professor at the railway station, boarding the train to the conference. And while he was sitting next to you, elbows and thighs close to touching, eyes focused on a book he was reading, you didn’t find the needed comfortableness to focus on your book nor on your notes.
Your mind painted a colourful picture, wondering how the upcoming day with him so close would play out. Even though you were used to seeing him every single week, this was something new, something exciting, something that left you gasping for air.
“Are you cold?” His voice stroked your limbs like the soft April breeze, hands instinctively finding your arms.
“No, I’m alright, thank you.” You shot him a tired smile, cursing yourself for going to bed that late. A yawn clawed through you, eyes momentarily fluttering close. Perhaps you’d be able to find a few moments of rest, nothing long, though just enough to settle your mind and heart.
It felt like a trick of your brain, focusing on the elbow that was slowly pressing against yours, the forearm that met yours on the armrest separating your seats. Your heart was back to jumping in your chest, pounding louder than the rattling noises of the train.
While your mind started overthinking his move, trying to read between the lines, your body seemed to understand what it was supposed to do. All too slow, you placed your head on his shoulder, eyes not daring to flutter open in case you read the signs wrong. A soft exhale of air left the man, hand finding your knee to squeeze your soft skin.
“Get a bit of rest.” His voice successfully managed to lull you to sleep, heart slowly but surely finding a pace that would allow you to rest.
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“We are here,” a voice shook you softly awake as you realised you had fallen asleep on the man’s arm. You instantly retracted back to your seat, putting as much distance as the train allowed. He looked at you entertained as he stood up, offering you his hand so you could do the same.
You grabbed it slowly, savouring the way his slender long fingers held yours so confidently and got up.
“The hotel is just a 10-minute walk from the station,” Cumberbatch added as he brought down both of your bags from the shelf at the top and then handed you yours.
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You made sure to fill up the walk with every possible fun fact you had on the city, describing the few monuments you passed by and making sure you to search for your professor’s eyes, incredibly afraid that you had crossed a line by falling asleep on him. He listened to every single one of your words attentively, nodding and smiling as you made the third energy joke in a row.
“We are here,” Cumberbatch finally interrupted you, pointing at a beautiful historic hotel. You exhaled, thankful that soon you would be able to be in your room, away from him, and finally able to think straight.
The two of you entered the hotel and approached the reception, where a pretty, tall girl offered you a smile. “Hi, how are you? We have a four-night reservation under the name Cumberbatch. Two rooms.”
“Mmh… Cumberbatch?” the woman spoke back as she typed the name. A worried expression crossed her face before she looked up, meeting your eyes first and then the professor’s. “I only have one room for two reserved. Not two rooms.”
“That cannot be.” Benedict’s voice was firm and serious as he calmly placed his arms on the front desk.
“I am very sorry. People sometimes get confused when booking from more than one person and assume there are separate rooms.” She spoke politely, showing her best apologetic look.
“I will then pay for an extra room,” Benedict replied, not once turning to look at you.
“We are fully booked,” the woman replied, pressing her lips together, “I am very sorry.”
“There must be SOME available room,” he doubled down before you interrupted him.
“It is fine. We can make it work. The room has a couch, right?” You tried to ease off the tension, smiling at both your professor and the receptionist.
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“I am so sorry. I have no idea how this mistake could have happened,” Benedict apologised for the tenth time as you reached the elevator, his eyes as soft and heavy as he tried to find a solution to this situation.
“Professor, it is completely fine.” You finally stopped him as the two of you entered the elevator, “there is a couch in the room. I am happy to sleep there.”
“I won’t let you sleep on the couch,” he replied, shocked that you would even think that was an option.
You sighed, closing your eyes, trying to decipher whether this was a dream or your worst nightmare. All you wanted right now was to be alone, to be by yourself, away from the overwhelming need this man filled you with. You had no idea how you would survive sleeping in the same room, regardless of whether it was on a couch, on a bed or on the ground.
The two of you walked towards the room’s door as Benedict bit the inside of his lip to stop himself from apologising again. He opened the door and was met with a queen-sized bed and a tiny minuscule couch. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, turning back around to you to apologise once again, but you stopped him.
“Let’s grab dinner! I heard some people from the conference are also staying at the hotel and grabbing dinner close by! Let’s go!” You patted him on the back and dropped your bag, ready to leave the room and what it would bring in the following days.
His heavy steps pounded against the ground, following you back towards the elevator. An almost uncomfortable silence was now following you two around, urged on by the inappropriate thoughts you both couldn’t shake off. Perhaps dinner would manage to distract the two of you for a moment, letting go of the tension and relaxing in comfortable chairs with other academics close by.
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“Some more wine?” Benedict’s breath tickled your neck, forcing you to swallow loudly as you wordlessly reached your glass out for him to refill. His gaze was stuck on your features, on the smile you couldn’t stop from widening whenever he spoke up, murmuring facts about the academics you were now surrounded by.
“You have to tell us, (y/n), how does working with a stubborn man like Benedict Cumberbatch work out?” Your chuckles rumbled through you, eyes finding the piercing ones of the man sitting next to you. By now, you have forgotten most facts Benedict had shared with you, could barely remember their names, and yet you tried to play along, elbows placed on the table with your face placed in your hands.
“Let me tell you, it’s an utter nightmare.” Laughter boomed through the evening, through the garden that surrounded a few tables and chairs. The cosy atmosphere that lingered in the restaurant eased some of your tension from earlier, allowing the two of you to breathe calmly. “I am very lucky to have him by my side. No other professor has ever taught me this much.”
The hand of his that was resting on the back of your chair found your shoulder, fingers stroking your skin softly to communicate the gratitude he was feeling. Benedict was all too used to praises, and yet your words had a new meaning to them, making him sit a bit straighter as he began to pay attention to how some of his colleagues looked at you, unable to bite down their curiosity.
“I am the lucky one, I’ve rarely met students as bright as (y/n).” Heat flushed through you, forcing you to take another sip of your wine. You weren’t nearly as tipsy as you wanted to be, unable to accept his praises, the words he spoke that left your insides churning in excitement.
“Be careful, Benedict, otherwise, we may steal her from you.” One of the men sitting close to Benedict spoke the words without much thought, or so it seemed, not expecting the hard expression to widen on Benedict’s features. The professor didn’t reply, eyes searching yours as you shot him a small smile, hand finding his knee before you could give the gesture much thought. His muscles tensed underneath your hand, but before you could even try to move your hand away, he placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing yours.
“We had a long day, we should catch up on some sleep. Have a good evening.” Benedict’s words forced you to your feet, murmuring a soft “Goodbye” to the others. Your breath got stuck in your lungs as Benedict’s hand found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he guided you out of the restaurant. Once again, you felt your thoughts race, focusing on the way his fingers stroked your clothed waist, guiding you through the warm evening towards the hotel.
No further word was spoken as you stepped into the elevator, standing in front of Benedict with your eyes searching his. You couldn’t ignore the way his eyes flickered between your lips and eyes, praying deep inside that he’d finally close the gap. The two of you stood closer than needed, with his hand still placed on your waist and your hand finding his other one. Perhaps this was the moment you had been desperate for years, hoping that he’d finally cross the invisible line between you.
The mere thought of finally feeling his body pressed against yours left heat to fill your veins, heart pounding in your chest. But before either one of you could move again, the elevator came to a halt, forcing the two of you to step out. Only as the darkness of your shared hotel room lured you closer did you begin to realise that the night wouldn’t end like you had hoped it would.
He turned on the light and spoke, “I will take a shower before going to sleep, but don’t wait up for me, sleep well, (y/n). Please take the bed.”
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Benedict entered the bathroom and left you alone in the bedroom, leaving you to wonder what you had possibly done wrong to ruin such a perfect moment, to stop him from kissing you. You sat on the bed, defeated, as you heard the sound of the shower turning on. Fuck. Maybe it was the alcohol or the burning feeling on your skin, but this felt like too much, too close, too little. It was ridiculous, nothing that deserved you crying over it, yet you could feel your eyes tearing up. The need was too much. He was too much. It almost felt unfair for him to leave you wanting the way he did.
As the sound of the shower stopped just for a second, you snapped out of your pity party, cleaning the tears from your face and getting changed before your professor could exit the room. You opened your bag and searched for your pyjama, only then realising you had brought your nightgown as your only sleeping option. You sighed loudly, covering your face and then dropping your arms to decide.
“Fuck it,” you spoke to yourself as you took off your clothes, putting on the nightgown that barely covered your ass and left little to the imagination for much else. If he could tease you all night, touching your waist, looking at you the way he did, you could do the same and even if he was not interested at all. Even if you had made every sign up in your mind, no man would not at least be tempted by such an outfit.
The bathroom door opened a few seconds later as you were busy folding your clothes back into your bag. You didn’t even dare to turn around to meet his gaze, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment overcome the boldness of the alcohol.
Your professor cleared his throat, and you finally met his gaze, feigning being completely and totally oblivious to what you were wearing. His blue eyes looked almost black by how dilated his pupils were, and you couldn’t help but offer him an innocent smile. He was wearing a loose black T-shirt and some grey pyjama pants.
“I am sorry. I didn’t think I would be sharing my room tonight,” you acknowledged the outfit, walking by his side, brushing his arm just so slightly before entering the bathroom with your toothbrush at hand.
Benedict had to command every single one of his muscles not to turn around, not to look at you walk into the bathroom, not to follow you, to pin you against the sink and fuck you right there.
You left the door of the bathroom open as you brushed your teeth, giving him the possibility to look into to watch as the hem of your nightgown rose high enough to show the curve of your ass. He, however, didn’t. Going straight to his couch and grabbing a pillow and duvet from the cupboard, and laying down.
You exited the bathroom excitedly, hoping to have one more chance to tease him before heading to bed but found him already deep asleep. Facing the back of the couch as he uncomfortably tried to fit within it.
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POV Benedict
He didn’t dare move, eyes squeezed shut, arms wrapped around his too tall frame for a couch this small. Benedict tried to listen to your breaths, counting them to try and figure out if you were already asleep. His cock was aching, twitching in his boxers in a desperate need to be touched by you.
Fuck, he felt like a young boy, unable to guide his body, to pick up on his needs and urges, and to stop himself from giving in before it got too much. He hadn’t expected you to wear something like this, something that left his heart racing, pumping blood straight to his cock. It was torture, the worst situation he had been forced to live through so far, Benedict was convinced of it.
The second his mind painted a picture of your body pressed against his, he shot up from the couch, searching the false comfort the bathroom offered him, door falling shut with a thud. He could only hope that you were truly asleep by now, not picking up on his movements, the heavy breaths leaving him.
His hand pushed his boxers down his legs, just enough to free his hard cock. Precum was bearding his tip, veins shining through the thin skin, fuck, how much he wanted to feel and see your hands wrapped around him. Would you use your mouth on him? Would you stroke your tongue along the underside of his cock before sucking on his tip?
A heavy moan threatened to leave him, caught seconds before it could echo through the bathroom. His teeth left marks on his lower lip as his hand picked up its pace, fucking himself without any mercy, working on the fleeting time night offered him. Deep down, he hated himself for pushing you away this very night, wondering why he hadn’t given in, why he hadn’t chased the closeness you had been willing to offer. But something had held him back, something he was now regretting.
He couldn’t stop another moan from not leaving him, eyes squeezed shut, head rolled back. His orgasm was close, a desperate need to finally get over the sensations the mere sight of you had pushed through him. Benedict had to stop himself from choking on your name, from talking to the (y/n) he imagined kneeling in front of him.
With one last heavy breath leaving him, white cum began to cover his hand, sticking to his skin. Benedict pumped his cock a few more times before he let go of his cock, settling down on the toilet seat.
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POV Reader
This night probably counted as the top three worst nights of sleep in your life. You had spent it between nightmares and sweats, waking up every couple of hours, feeling incredibly restless. You were thankful to see that it was already 7 am the next time you were shaken awake by another terrible dream. It took you a second to ground yourself; remember where you were. You instantly turned to the couch and found it empty, the bedsheets of your professor perfectly folded on top of it.
You scanned the rest of the room, sitting up, finding it equally as empty. A mix of disappointment and relief filled your chest as you were equal parts thankful he wouldn’t have to see you with this exhausted face and sad you didn’t even get a glance at how he looked right after he woke up in the morning.
You checked your phone and found a message from him, “Good morning! I wanted to give you some privacy before the big day. I will be waiting for you at the lounge if you want to grab breakfast together.”
You smiled at the message, forgetting all about last night. Everything was okay. The two of you were okay. He was your professor, after all, your rock. He had every right to reject you. Everything was okay.
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You took your time getting ready, trying the different outfits you had brought as options and opting for the simplest one. Your ‘lucky’ shirt, some black suit trousers, and black stilettos. You exited the room confidently, your bag with your presentation at hand and your earphones in your ears. Your “gameday” playlist playing at full volume.
You entered the hotel lounge, finding your professor sitting on a beautiful leather couch, a newspaper on his lap. He was wearing a white button-up and some navy trousers. You approached him eagerly, removing your earphones and greeting him with a smile, “good morning, professor.”
“Good morning,” Benedict spoke, not meeting your gaze once. Eyes stuck on the newspaper.
“Should we get breakfast?” You kept on the smile, sure, he was just very enthralled by whatever he was reading.
“I have actually already eaten,” he replied with a sigh, intensifying his gaze on the paper. You pouted, disappointed, confused by his sudden coldness. “I have some meetings to attend before your presentation. Do you mind if we meet there already?”
You hesitated in answering, trying to keep the disappointment on your face from turning into clear sadness. He finally looked up, noticing your silence. His eyes were empty, cold like they had never been before.
“Of course,” you finally replied after he raised an eyebrow, “I…I will just go over the presentation by myself.” You had to look away before your eyes started to water, which seemed to pull a reaction right out of you.
Benedict stood up and placed a hand on your shoulder, “you will do amazingly. You are smart and incredible. You don’t need me for this. I will be in the crowd cheering.”
You tried to look at him, thankful that it had just been a small weird moment of coldness, but he had already started to walk away towards the exit of the hotel, leaving you standing there.
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Were this many people always supposed to be at the event? Had everyone just suddenly realised your topic was cool and decided to listen to you talk? Where was he? You were starting in mere minutes, and there were barely any seats left. Where was he?
You squeezed the flashcards in your hands, trying to stop the trembling in your hands. You peeked once again from the stage, searching for him between the rows of mostly middle-aged men.
“You are going up in three,” some random guy with an earpiece said as you nodded emphatically, shutting your eyes and trying to control your breathing.
You stayed there for a couple of seconds, controlling your breathing, reminding yourself that this was your research. That you could do this alone. That you didn’t need anybody else. You were about to open your eyes when a hand on your shoulder startled you. Blue. All you saw was blue for a second until you could focus on the rest of his face. He had changed. He was wearing your lucky colour.
“Everything will be fine,” Benedict nodded softly, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as he seemed slightly out of breath.
“You are here,” you exhaled the words out.
“I am sorry, I-” he lowered his gaze in shame, but he was stopped by the earpiece guy announcing you were up. “You can do this. You are smart. Your research is incredible, and you are so incredibly charismatic that I wouldn’t be surprised if every professor in the room would try to steal you after this. Go show them how amazing you are. I am here.”
You nodded emphatically, instinctively pulling him into a hug and burying your face in his chest just for a second, feeling as he stiffened under your touch. You let go of him and nodded a little more, breathing in and out and walking onto the stage.
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“Thank you, everyone, for listening,” you closed your presentation as the room broke into a myriad of applauses, a feeling of euphoria filling your chest as you turned to look to your professor, that stood still behind the curtain, giving you the most idolising smile you had ever seen.
You walked out of the stage with a gigantic smile straight towards your professor, whose hands immediately cupped your face, “that was incredible.”
“Thank you,” you looked up at him, immediately filled with all that tension that had been there the night before.
You were interrupted by a group of listeners approaching, and Benedict immediately moved away from you, looking down, realising the inappropriateness of his proximity. It felt as if this moment managed to rip you out of your trance, the bubble of excitement and happiness had popped, and once again doubts began to fill your mind. You were hurt, sad, and angry that Benedict hadn’t been there to support you through the hours leading up to your talk, hiding away from you rather than murmuring comforting words.
Whatever game he was playing, it was a game you found no pleasure in, growing antsy as you began to overthink what had happened in the past hours. From the second he had told you about the conference, Benedict had promised that he’d be with you on that very special day. He’d guide you like a mentor, like a friend, empty promises you were now clinging to. The ship had left the harbour, but the waves of anger had ripped it to the cold ground before the crew could swim to safety. Swimming had always been easy with Benedict near, but drowning had felt so much easier today.
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The glass of champagne felt cold against your palm as you let your eyes wander. You were able to spot a few familiar faces in the crowd of scientists you were trapped in, celebrating your and their success. Benedict stood close to you, focused on the conversation he had been pulled into, unable to escape before the others had noticed him.
“An impressive talk, (y/n), I hope you’re proud of yourself.” One of the men you and Benedict had dined with yesterday evening was now standing in front of you. He was handsome, almost as tall as Benedict, but his eyes didn’t have that mesmerising blue colour you’d always recognise, his hair wasn’t brown like the coffee Benedict would bring you whenever you helped him grade essays, and his hands weren’t as big as the ones you wanted to feel on your body.
“Thank you! I am very happy about the crowd’s reaction to it.” A smile tugged on your lips as you took a sip, buying yourself some time. Fading seconds Benedict used to study you, the fake smile he instantly saw through, the slightly uncomfortable shifting of your weight from one leg to the other. He stepped closer, hand trying to come to rest on your waist, but you pulled away before he could touch you. “Excuse me, gentlemen, I’ll get myself another drink.”
You felt his eyes burning through your back, standing on the spot you had been standing on seconds ago, jaw muscles clenched. With every step you took away from him, your heart picked up its pace, pounding in your ribcage, fuelled by your anxiety and anger. Why did he have to be so cold towards you this morning? Why did he have to chase the distance rather than finally closing the small gaps between you?
Slowly you made your way through the crowd, holding onto your refilled glass with an iron grip. You weren’t nearly as tipsy enough as you wanted to be, pouring down big gulps to try and get rid of the tension that held your system hostage. Piercing blue eyes found yours from afar, wordlessly guiding you closer, surrounded by men and women you haven’t met before.
“May I introduce you to my wonderful (y/n)?” Benedict’s voice had a strange undertone to it, pronouncing your name with a newfound possessiveness dripping from it. This time you didn’t get to pull away as his hand gripped your waist, pulling you into his side. Your thoughts were racing as fast as your heart, but you tried to smile at the people that now shook your free hand, eyes not wandering from your features. Benedict’s fingers kept boring into your skin, not giving you the slightest chance to even try and escape him.
Only as the people moved on, finding new conversations to get lost in, did you manage to free yourself. With your gaze set on your glass, you took a step away from him and another before his patience seemed to snap. His big hand came down on your wrist, the other took your glass from you to place it down on the nearest table before he started pulling you through the room.
“Where are we going?” He ignored your question, pulling you outside into the hallway.
“What is going on with you? You’re behaving like a child.” Benedict’s words cut right through you, forcing a scoff from you. For a second, you allowed yourself to study him. His eyes no longer reminded you of a cloudless blue sky, but rather an angry storm threatening to unleash its power, fuck, why was he still so very handsome.
“I’m the one behaving like a child? You left me hanging this morning, even though you promised not to leave me alone before the talk!” He clenched his jaw, eyes growing even darker as he took a step closer, towering over you.
“Is that how you speak to your supervisor? I’d be careful of my tone if I were you.” You barely recognised his voice, dark and husky, leaving your thighs clenching and your hands shaking. Even though you were angry at him, so fucking angry, you couldn’t help but let your gaze flicker to his lips, wanting to feel them pressed against yours.
“Are you threatening me? You know what, fuck you, Benedict!” The words left you before you could stop them from rolling off your tongue, trying to turn away from him with hurried steps. But you didn’t get far, pulled against his hard chest with one of his hands cupping your warm cheek and the other resting on your waist. For a few seconds, Benedict studied you with dilated pupils and heavy breaths spluttering from his thin lips. Seconds that passed by all too slowly, torturing you and your racing heart. Something seemed to give him the final push, lips meeting yours before you could speak another word.
Your mind didn’t get any time to focus on the situation, guided by your body, by the way your lips moved in sync with his. For years you had tried to imagine what kissing Benedict may feel like, but this was a new sensation, something raw, something full of emotion, something you were addicted to from the first second on. Your hands found his suit jacket, clinging to him for dear life as if you were scared he’d part from you way too soon.
His tongue moved along your lower lip, coaxing a moan from you. The kiss grew more heated with every passing second, relishing in one another’s touch, the beats of your racing hearts, the blood rushing through your veins, a beautiful mixture. Benedict slowly parted from you to catch his breath, staring down at you with a smirk, an expression that left your insides churning in anticipation. With his hand finding yours, he wordlessly pulled you down the hallway towards the elevator that would take you up to the floor of your room.
Was this it? Was this the moment you had thought of too many times to count? Was this the moment you had thought of as your wandering hands took care of the ache between your legs?
The second the doors of the elevator started to close, you were pulled in for another kiss, pressed against the mirror you didn’t dare look at. You could only guess that you looked like a mess, hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes wide – all because of the man that couldn’t stop touching you.
“I,” Benedict murmured against your lips, hands toying with the fabric of your lucky shirt, struggling to find the right words. “I’m sorry for being this cold towards you, I still struggle with what you make me feel, and with the power my position holds over you, I don’t ever want you to think that I’m using you. You need to know, if you want me to stop, you can always say so.”
His thumb ran along your swollen lips, unable to bite down his smile as you pressed a kiss to his digit. The elevator came to a halt, allowing the two of you to find your way to your hotel room, pushed inside by his big hand finding your lower back. Benedict didn’t let you get far, hands pulling you against his chest, eyes getting lost in yours.
“I need your spoken consent before I touch you.” His lips ghosted over yours, patiently waiting for you to speak up. It took you a few seconds to speak up, unable to concentrate on anything but his touch, the fire he had unleashed inside of you, a fire so daunting he wouldn’t ever be able to tame it.
“Touch me, please, professor.” The use of his title seemed to push Benedict over the edge, growling against your lips as you were guided towards the big bed. His lips found your throat, sucking on the spots that left your toes curling and your heart skipping needed beats. Skilled hands undid the buttons of your shirt, pushing the fabric off your shoulders to expose the lacy lingerie you were wearing. Benedict marveled at you, freezing the moment for seconds as his eyes took in the sight in front of him, wondering how and why he got so lucky.
You murmured his name, snapping him out of his trance, hands working on his shirt. The moment pushed your nerves over the edge, hands struggling to undo the small buttons, signing in relief as he pushed you away, tugging the shirt over his head. Benedict didn’t give you any time to take in his upper body, the muscles you wanted to run your hands across, the freckles and small spots you wanted to kiss, forced down onto the bed. Your professor towered over you, lower lip caught between his teeth as he watched you undo your bra, exposing your breasts to his wandering eyes.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to see you like this, at my mercy, ready to give me whatever I’m asking of you.” His raspy voice left you gasping, eyes rolling back as his hands undid your trousers, helping you out of them. By now, you were only wearing your soaked-through, lacy panties, a sight that could make the blind see again, Benedict was sure of it. A work of art, the finest creation his eyes would ever get to take in. He wanted to take his time with you, wanted to love on every inch of your skin, but his own desperation drove him closer to you, shuffling out of his trousers with hurried movements.
He crawled up your body, flipping the two of you around for you to settle in his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing against your core. Fuck, you were already done for, balancing along the line of your state of pleasure only he’d push you into. His hand found the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss, eyes fluttering close as his free hand found your chest, cupping your breast, tugging on your hard nipple. Moans clawed through you, all too shamelessly, all too freely, unable to hold back the sounds he elicited.
“I knew I'd never be able to hold back once I touched you, and I was scared of losing my control around you.” You knew he was talking about yesterday evening. You knew he was trying to smooth out the wrinkles on your heart he had crumpled like a piece of paper, and yet you couldn’t focus on them. You kissed him again, murmuring a soft “I need you, professor” against his lips.
His strong hands found your hips, grinding your core against his clothed cock, making your breaths get stuck in your lungs. The both of you were close to snapping, skipping the foreplay just to feel one another, and yet Benedict tried to hold back, not wanting to end your moment together this fast. Your legs quivered, the feeling he pushed through you with the grinding movements left your walls clenching around nothing, forcing a “More, please” out of you.
“Ask for it properly, you know how to be a good girl for me.” Benedict’s teasing words left you whining, eyes fluttering close as he stopped your movements, holding still to patiently wait for you to express your every need.
“Want your cock, fuck, need you inside of me.” A growl was forced out of Benedict, flipping you around once again, panties forced down your legs before your mind could even begin to catch up with his movements. With your body fully exposed to him, you were lying beneath him, staring up at him with lust-blown pupils and your teeth buried in your lower lip. His big hand found your core, brushing his fingers through your folds, moaning as he felt your wetness. You were dripping for him, body showing him how much you needed his touch, how desperate you were for him, for his fingers, for his cock.
His soft fingers circled your pulsing bundle of nerves, forcing your back to arch and your hands to fist the fabric of the blanket you were laying on. Benedict found himself obsessing over your sounds, hoping that he’d get to coax them out of you for endless nights to come, very well aware that he’d never be able to part from you and your bond again.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop.” He had pushed two fingers into your tightness, curling them against your swollen spot. Both of you knew that he was teasing you, fucking you all too slow, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible. Curses rolled off your tongue, forcing one of your hands to find his forearm, nails clawed into his skin, set on leaving marks he’d have to hide for the next few days.
“So desperate for me, so pretty, I knew you’d be perfect for me.” His praises left your skin growing warmer, eyes unable to meet his intense gaze. You felt your orgasm growing closer, wanting to let go, giving room to the intense sensation you were aching for. But just a second before you could give in with his name rolling off your tongue, Benedict let go of you.
Your eyes snapped open, staring at him with parted lips and furrowed eyebrows, a moment of confusion passed as you watched him reach for his wallet, pulling out a silvery foil packet. His eyes searched yours as he pulled his cock free, boxers left on the ground next to your panties; you couldn’t pay any attention to the fabric, eyes wandering down his naked frame, taking in the sight of his hard cock. His tip was flushed red, length twitching in his grasp, close to combusting.
“Are you sure about this? We can always stop.” Benedict was once again towering over you, not daring to move as he stared down at you. With one hand, you pulled him down to you, lips finding his as you murmured a soft “Fuck me”. Skilled fingers rolled the condom down his cock, aligning himself with your entrance before he slowly pushed into you. The both of you had to halt for a moment, eyes squeezed shut to take in the new feeling, adjusting to the tightness of your walls to the size of his cock.
“Move, please.” Your command was met with a groan, building a slow rhythm that took a few thrusts for you to get used to. The moans that tried to claw through you were held back by your pressed-together lips, not wanting to give your loud sounds enough room to reverberate through the thin four walls you were surrounded by, something Benedict easily picked up on.
“Don’t hold back, let me hear you, love.” The use of the nickname broke the dam, allowing your sounds to rumble through you. Your nails left marks down his back, scratching at his skin in a desperate try to hold onto him. His hips met yours with every thrust, forcing himself deeper into you, needing to etch this every moment into your mind. “You’re doing so well, my pretty girl.”
The second his tip met your swollen spot, you choked on your gasps, letting go of a high-pitched “Oh god”, very well knowing that you’d cum all too soon. Benedict’s smile began to widen as he picked up on your desperation, fingers finding their way back to your clit. You gripped his shoulders as your orgasm began to rock through you, filling your every pore, overtaking your whole body.
Benedict fucked you through your high, getting lost in your pleasure and drunken features, feeling his own high filling his body. He gave it a few more thrusts before he came, holding still as his cum filled the condom.
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The rest of the week was spent between conferences, lingering touches, and long nights of fucking. Benedict could barely keep his hands away from you when you were in public. His eyes were always searching for you when you weren’t by his side. His hands perpetually on your waist as the two of you made small talk with other academics. Sometimes you couldn't make it until the night, sneaking into an empty hallway, a bathroom, back to your room. He was addicted to you, and you could barely believe all your dreams had finally come true.
It was safe to say your grading sessions were never the same again. They mostly occurred in his house now, and they included dinner and a couple of fucking-breaks. They weren’t as efficient but significantly more fun.
#Benedict Cumberbatch smut#Benedict Cumberbatch imagine#professor fic#doctor strange#bbc sherlock#Benedict Cumberbatch x you
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This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3
Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.
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STEPHEN STRANGE
➥ Doctor Strange
✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc
✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv
✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv
✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv
✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook
✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable
➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable
➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable
✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable
➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable
➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable
✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable
✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward
✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino
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➥ Defender Strange
✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines
✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines
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➥ Sinister Strange
✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines
✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46
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➥ Supreme Strange
✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines
✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines
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SHERLOCK HOLMES
✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero
✦ Comfort by starks-hero
✦ Deep Water by starks-hero
✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero
✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero
✦ Different by starks-hero
✦ Sentiment by starks-hero
✦ I'm Here by starks-hero
✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero
✦ His Remedy by starks-hero
✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero
✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero
✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe
✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic
✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic
✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader
✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader
✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting
✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting
✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
✦ Soulmates by writingliv
✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff
✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook
✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook
✦ ILY by annesthaeticc
✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc
✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc
✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal
✦ Pancakes by aephereal
✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction
✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife
✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia
✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting
✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines
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Sebastian Sallow x MC/Reader x Ominis Gaunt NSFW - Volume 1
First Volume for Sebastian Sallow x MC/Reader x Ominis Gaunt archive, this list is all NSFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
PLEASE NOTE: Some headcanons are separate Sebastian x MC and Ominis x MC
Oneshots
Carnal - @arthenaa
-> Insatiable - @arthenaa
Cheating - @kaminokatiee
-> Cheating Pt 2 - @kaminokatiee
-> Cheating Pt 3 - @kaminokatiee
Daddy Issues - @twitchydownfall
Dark Whispers, Light Vows Prologue - @seabass-swallows
-> Dark Whispers, Light Vows - 1 -@seabass-swallows
-> Dark Whispers, Light Vows - 2 - @seabass-swallows
Do You Sleep Anymore? - @sweetnsourdoh
-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 2 - @sweetnsourdoh
-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 3 - @sweetnsourdoh
-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 4 - @sweetnsourdoh
-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 5 - @sweetnsourdoh
-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 6 - @sweetnsourdoh
-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Epilogue - @sweetnsourdoh
give him something to listen to - @cuffmeinblack
how the trio became a throuple - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
I carry your heart with me (I carry you in my heart) - @tinaexe
I like my body when it's with your body - @tinaexe
Insatiable gravity - @tinaexe
Mallowsweet Muses - @anto-pops
-> Mallowsweet Muses Pt 2 - @anto-pops
-> Mallowsweet Muses Pt 3 - @anto-pops
May I feel said he - @tinaexe
No Better Way to Warm Up - @matchavellichor
-> No Better Way to Warm Up - @matchavellichor
Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire - @seabass-swallows
-> Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire Pt 2 - @seabass-swallows
-> Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire Pt 3 - @seabass-swallows
-> Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire Pt 4 - @seabass-swallows
Seven new ways that you can eat your young - @tinaexe
Sharing Is Caring - Everyone Has Needs - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
-> Sharing is Caring Pt 1 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
-> Sharing is Caring Pt 2 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
-> Sharing is Caring Pt 3 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
-> Sharing is Caring Pt 4 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
Teach Him a Lesson - @fierymiasma
The Glory Hole - @twitchydownfall
Two Swines and Knickers - @lostmyremembrall
-> The Apology Gift - @lostmyremembrall
-> The Moral High Ground - @lostmyremembrall
Series
Broken Promises - @writingliv
Duplicity - @imagrindylow
Finally Normal-ish - @luckycharmedpuff (feat. Other HL boys)
Old habits die hard - @cuffmeinblack
Headcanons
As Subs and Doms - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
Favorite Positions - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
First Times - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
How Loud/Dirty Talk - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie
#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x mc#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis gaunt x mc#sebastian x mc#sebastian x reader#ominis x you#sebastian sallow imagine#Sebastian sallow x reader x ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x reader x sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt x mc x sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc x ominis gaunt
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Last Updated: 2024-02-04
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
✑ Make Me￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 •
❆ A Night at the Opera by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "It's Christmas Eve on 221B Baker Street, and though everyone is celebrating at the flat, [you leave] the party early after receiving a mysterious text from Sherlock."
❆ Christmas by bitternessismyname • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You love Christmas and want yours and Sherlock's first [Christmas as a couple] to be special; [however, your boyfriend insists on] being a Grinch."
❆ Christmas Party, the by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 •
Summary: After your blows you off, Sherlock offers to escort to your office Christmas Party. As it happens the detective is an excellent date.
❆ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "A snowstorm falls over London and you're left trapped at 221B with Sherlock. It doesn't sound all that bad, but keeping Sherlock entertained poses as a challenge."
❆ Holmes' Home by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "A drunk Sherlock had the genius idea of taking you, his girlfriend, to the infamous Holmes home for Christmas."
❆ Making Time by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
❆ Merry Christmas Sherlock by writingliv • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock craves your attention and a bet may just do the trick."
❆ Mistletoe by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "When an argument finds Sherlock and [you] under [the] mistletoe… in the center of Scotland Yard, [you take] the moment to spite Anderson... and maybe for some other reasons too."
❆ Mistletoe Test, the by frostandflamesfanfic • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "It's your first Christmas at Baker Street and you're determined to make it the best one ever. When [John] tries to warn you about [Sherlock's] aversion to the holidays, you start to see a whole new side to the consulting detective. Will it affect your friendship?"
❆ Shopping Sherlock by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock realises he may have met his match… in Christmas shopping by his fiancé until he finds the perfect gift."
❆ Snow Angels by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: It's the first snow and you drag Sherlock outside to play in the snow with you.
❆ Where Are the Mistletoe? by pinkthink • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Although your relationship with Sherlock is still relatively new and he still has a lot to learn about how people interact with one another, the two of you are beginning to understand each other better, even if Sherlock did believe that he should attach mistletoes so that he could kiss you whenever he wanted."
❆ A Case of Mistletoe & Presents by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ A Thousand Wishes by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Can I Hold Your Hand? by geeks-universe • 〔F〕 •
❆ Cuddles and Unruly Curls by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Cute Together by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ First Snow of December by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ I'll Find You by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 •
❆ Sidewalks of London by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Surprise Presents by dyns33 • 〔F〕 •
❆ Winter Wonderland by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Drinking Sherlock's Spiked Punch… by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Christmas at 221B Baker St… by strrvnge • 〔F〕 •
❆ Christmas Shopping w/ Sherlock… by geeks-universe • 〔F〕 •
See Also: Navigation || BBC!Sherlock Master Index
Authors: @bakerstreethound || @bitternessismyname || @dyns33 || @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds || @frostandflamesfanfic || @geeks-universe || @generallynerdy || @imaginesbyella || @lykaonimagines || @make-me-imagine || @pinkthick || @prettyxlittlexwriter || @spilledkauffie || @starks-hero || @strrvnge || @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction || @writingliv || @writings-of-a-british-fangirl ||
#Sherlock Holmes x Reader#Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader#Sherlock Holmes x Y/N#Sherlock Holmes x You#Sherlock x Reader#Sherlock x Female Reader
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🔎Sherlock Holmes recommendations🔎
Ongoing
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Completed (series/miniseries)
🔎Blinding Jealousy (by @writingliv): After a terrible date, you are stuck in the rain just around the corner from the house of your bosses.
Part1 | Part2 | Part3
🔎Lets have dinner (by @classickook): 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.
Part 1 | Part 2
One Shots/Drabbles/ Prompts
🔎Thursday thrill (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): 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.
🔎safe in your arms (by @classickook): sherlock can only fully relax when he’s in your presence so after he comes home from a frustrating case one day, he’s more than happy to be in your arms again.
🔎Deep Water (by @starks-hero): When a case goes wrong and leaves you in a bad way, guilt begins to get to Sherlock, who’s holding himself accountable.
🔎Always On My Mind (by @starks-hero): Sherlock's mind is a cursed thing that decides to torture him with everything he fears most whilst he tries to rest.
🔎His Remedy (by @starks-hero): You are one of the few people that can handle Sherlock when he has had a bad day. In fact, you're the only one.
🔎Touch Starved (by @starks-hero): It's taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.
🔎Love as Deep as Ours (by @multific): Every morning Sherlock doubted he deserved you. And every day you prove him more than worthy.
🔎unintentional mystery (by @fool-who-dreams):The mysterious Sherlock Holmes has unintentionally been keeping his biggest secret from everyone: you.
🔎Soulmates (by @writingliv): Sherlock Holmes has finally found his match. One could say he has found his soulmate.
🔎505 (by @annesthaeticc): Sherlock finally comes back to the land of the living. Is it truly possible that after two years, he'll be welcomed back?
🔎Personal (by @annesthaeticc): He's sick and tired of being just friends. Sherlock finally lets you know what he truly feels for you on your special night.
🔎Puppy Luv (by @annesthaeticc): While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend. And hopefully your new friend. He brings her home and fluff ensues.
🔎Sentiment (by @goldencherriess):Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker.
🔎And they were roommates (by @goldencherriess): Y/N quickly discovers that being roommates with Sherlock Holmes has its own benefits.
🔎Spiraling (by @stupidthoughtsinwriting): After an accident during a case, a hostage situation leaves you in a coma for a week. During that week in the hospital, things are going horribly in Baker Street
🔎The London eye (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): Y/N has a problem; she’s in love with Sherlock Holmes. She’s decided to bury her feelings, but we all know that nothing gets past the consulting detective and his deductions. But could he be hiding something himself? A tour of one of England’s greatest landmarks might just reveal a couple secrets... after all, love is in the air, right?
🔎measurements (by @classickook): as you join john and sherlock on a case, you’re not too pleased to see the infamous irene adler flirting with your boyfriend.
🔎Not You Watson, I Meant Watson! (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): It’s been a near week since Sherlock has had a new case, and he’s positively vexed. But when John arrives with an unexpected visitor, things certainly liven up for the consulting detective.
🔎Safe Place (by @lykaonimagines): During an argument over one of Sherlock’s experiments, Y/N realizes some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on.
🔎Come Home (by @lykaonimagines): Sherlock had sent Y/N away shortly after Mary’s death in hopes of protecting her... and preventing her from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. Now that she’s back and has all the details, she’s not sure their relationship can survive it.
🔎Absence of You (by @lykaonimagines): Y/N’s sent away on a mission for months, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in her life and how badly he wants her home.
🔎Meet the Parents (by @starks-hero): Whilst visiting 221B, you finally get the chance to meet Sherlock's parents. Embarrassment ensues.
🔎Danger Night’s (by @starks-hero): Sherlock never really cared what the drugs did to him until he saw what they were doing to you.
🔎Comfort (by @starks-hero): finding comfort in his arms after a long day
🔎Different (by @starks-hero): After a night in together, you find that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk.
🔎Fixation (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): Sherlock and Y/N have always teased each other relentlessly, claiming one was fixated on the other. One day while on a case, they realize that their banter holds a ring of truth.
🔎Darling It's Cold Outside (by @starks-hero): A snowstorm falls over London and you're left trapped at 221B with Sherlock. It doesn't sound all that bad, but keeping Sherlock entertained poses as a challenge.
🔎The Right One (by @starks-hero): Sherlock's previous experiences with love left a few cracks. But you're more than happy to help mend them.
🔎It’s just a head cold (by @starks-hero): Sherlock may make a great detective, but he's a bloody awful doctor.
🔎I Took Care Of It (by @starks-hero): Mycroft is horrified to discover that one of his old insults no longer applies to his little brother.
🔎Missed You (by @sherlockxreader): You come home from months away climbing Mount Everest and Sherlock tells you just how much he as missed you.
🔎The Case of the Unread Article (by @sherlockxreader): Sherlock tries his hardest to gain your attention after weeks of not having a case
🔎I Want One (by @victoriaholmeswriting): Sherlock and his girlfriend (reader) are watching Rosie on John and Mary's date night when he makes a life changing request.
🔎The Holmes Family (by @victoriaholmeswriting): 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.
🔎Ballroom Blitz (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds):John and Mary suspect a spark between their friends Sherlock and Y/N, but they just can’t go about proving it. When the Baker Street gang is invited to a prestigious ball, the Watson’s suspicions might just be confirmed amid the grandeur...
🔎the feeling is mutual (by @classickook): you've been harboring a crush on sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as you can. foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he’ll even return your sentiment?
🔎ILY (by @annesthaeticc):On a quiet Sunday evening, Sherlock contemplates how he feels for you, and finally the three sweetest words you ever heard fell from his pretty lips.
🔎Merry Christmas, Sherlock (by @writingliv): Sherlock craves your attention and a bet may just do the trick.
🔎Every second (by @imeternallylove)
🔎Late Nights & Violins (by @daydreamtofiction)
🔎You wanted my attention now you have it! (by @asherloki)
🔎Imagine accidentally drinking the spiked Christmas punch at Sherlock’s family home… (by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction)
🔎Sherlock and the Green-Eyed Monster (by @thepokyone)
🔎Compared to you (by @thepokyone)
🔎The stray (by @thepokyone)
🔎Pillow (by @thebaileybugle)
🔎Bubble Bath (by @classickook)
🔎Your Hidden Strength (by @okay-j-hannah)
🔎small jealousy (by @specialagentlokitty)
🔎good to you (by @specialagentlokitty)
🔎Second chances (by @thepokyone)
🔎Relatioship advice (by @thepokyone)
🔎Merry christmas to all (by @geeks-universe)
🔎Bedside manners (by @luxwritesfanfic)
🔎On tap (by @luxwritesfanfic)
🔎You’re the only thing that matters (by @annesthaeticc)
🔎Here comes the sun (by @aephereal)
🔎Right where you left me (by @luxwritesfanfic)
🔎Christmas at 221B Baker street (by @strrvnge)
🔎skeletons and sugar rushes (by @thepokyone)
🔎Kids in love (by @thepokyone)
🔎Dislike (by @thepokyone)
🔎Ridiculous costumes (by @thepokyone)
🔎Time goes on (by @thepokyone)
🔎Violin lessons (by @thepokyone)
🔎Empath (by @grace-writes-shit)
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You can check other characters recommendations here
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Fic Recs
Hello, I actually remembered to do this for once!
Below the cut, find the fic recs for the week of 27/02 - 05/03
Loki Laufeyson
Slow Dancers by @twhxhck
Naked is Better by @twhxhck
Queen of the Nine by @wheredafandomat
You Held Me Captive by @twhxhck
Secret Serenade by @springdandelixn
Drugs of Love, Love of Drugs by @pics-and-fanfics masterlist linked
The Feast by @lokisgoodgirl
Favor by @psychospore
One Look by @holdmytesseract
Bring Her Home by @acciotherapists
He’s Not Coming Home by @acciotherapists
Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked
Hidden by @michelleleewise
Relinquish the Crown: Outfits & Portraits by @muddyorbsblr
Tom Hiddleston
Possession by @holdmytesseract
Magnus Martinsson
After Hours by @glxssylaufey
Untitled by @ladyfluff
Just Grab My Ass by @justthehiddleswrites part 1 linked
Memories by @holdmytesseract
Doctor Strange
Untitled by @vickie-mcmuffin
I Can Help With That by @syngrafaes09
Reflections by @strrvnge
First Time by @vickie-mcmuffin
The 1 by @strrvnge part 1 linked
COVID Cuddles by @geeky-politics-46
Untitled by @dino-fart
Sherlock Holmes
The Day Off by @jokatsuya
Let Me Help by @cissyenthusiast010155
Hold Me by @fallingforunrealisticromance
Soulmates by @writingliv
Bucky Barnes
Where Dreams Go to Die by @insomniumstella masterlist linked
The Interview by @sweetbbarnes
Knight in Shining Scrubs by @rookthorne
Petals by @biteofcherry
Two Sides of the Same Coin by @anonymityisfunwriter masterlist linked
A Million Summers by @intrepidacious
Like A Daisy in Darkness by @witchywithwhiskey
This Coffee is Gonna Be Good by @potatothots
Bygone by @borntobewondering part 1 linked
Own Me by @buckyalpine
Promises, Promises by @babyboibucky
The Match by @babyboibucky masterlist linked
Project V by @babyboibucky masterlist linked
After All This Time by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Yours by @jadedvibes
Was Your Favourite by @quietmyfearswith
Looking For A Heartbeat by @justreadingfics masterlist linked
Forgotten Keys and Warm Tea by @fandoms-writings
Fear of Falling by @onceuponastory
#Ella's Fic Rec List#fic rec#fic rec list#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston x reader#loki#loki laufeyson#loki x reader#loki x you#magnus martinsson#magnus martinsson x reader#magnus martinsson x you#doctor strange#doctor strange x reader#doctor strange x you#sherlock holmes#sherlock holmes x reader#bbc sherlock#bbc sherlock x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#borky barnes#bucky barnes x you
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Doctor Stephen Strange fic recommendations!
A bunch of Stephen Strange fics that I read and absolutely adored! You’re all talented and wonderful. Thank you for sharing your talents!
Don't blame me (Sinister Strange)- @getlostsquidward
Can you hold me series - @lykaonimagines
In a different light (Sinister Strange) - @geeky-politics-46
Dance lessons - @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans
Glimpse of us - @writingliv
Where is my love - @dexnnovk
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The Ghost of Christmas Future – Loki
Part 3 of my Christmas series! A big thank you to @writingliv for writing this with me, I love working with you! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Loki is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Future and he shows the god something that forces him to find his way back to his past lover.
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), some angst, mentions death
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader (2.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
Series Masterlist
An almost grim expression tugged on the god’s features, fuelled by the annoyance he felt, by the uneasiness radiating off him. Loki paced his quarters, eyes trying to focus on his book, desperate to distract himself from his mother’s Yule preparations. If there was one thing he detested, it was these celebrations, festive days reminding him of people and stories he needed to forget.
The mere thought of being dragged down memory lane by his heavy heart and his aching mind left the god of mischief groaning, he was better than that, he was better than all these pathetic humans that gave into their emotions. With an angry growl rumbling through him, the book Loki had been holding was tossed to his bed, slender fingers combing through his black hair.
This is why he had let her go. This is why he had pushed her away. This is why he needed to get away from her and the pitiful excuse of a life she lived.
Her. The one his heart had been rather fond of, the woman who had managed to lure the god into her trap. It had been easy, too easy, but who was he to deny a challenge. Loki would always win, no matter the game, no matter the rules – at least that’s what he had always believed, till (y/n) had stumbled into his life.
She had managed to bewitch him within seconds, pulling the man into her grasp before either one of them could understand what was happening. It had happened years ago, years where he had snuck away from Asgard with one of his many tricks, finding joy in the simplicity of Midgard. It had been his own fault, he should have stayed away from there, should have listened to the warnings, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and then suddenly it had been too late.
Loki could still feel her pressed against his body, he could still hear her soft voice murmuring his name, calling him back to bed. Memories he needed to get rid of, fast. He was better than that. He was stronger than that. He was smarter than that. He hadn’t been born to live a simple life, he was a god, made for more.
But sometimes, just sometimes, he found himself giving into these memories, lingering on the thoughts that painted her features, allowing him to pick up on the sound of her loud laughter, allowing him to feel her soft skin beneath his cold fingertips. It was torture, pure torture, and yet the feeling had a bittersweet touch to it. An almost addictive pain.
He plopped down on his bed, eyes focused on the expensive looking ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of his memories, a useless try that only pulled him further down the rabbit hole. His teeth grazed his lower lip, about to draw blood, about to sink into the flesh she had kissed many moons ago.
Before he could try to sleep away his memories, wanting to dream of a better life, of an exciting future, he heard his name being called, eyes snapping open. His heart was pounding, beating against his ribcage as he looked at the unfamiliar being standing near his bed.
Loki had seen many ominous creatures in his life, but none looked like this. The spirit seemed to levitate above the ground, only its cloak gracing the marble floor. No face was visible as a grey hood loomed a shadow over any possible features, emanating a freezing chill that ran down the god’s back.
Loki shot up, his hand immediately searching the knife he kept by his bed. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” He asked, ignoring the way his breath had suddenly condensed in front of his lips.
“Silly prince, who am I, you ask?” The voice spoke, letting neither its gender nor species be revealed.
“How dare y-” Loki sneered at the creature until it approached him, forcing him to hold his breath.
“I do not have the time for your scandals, prince. I am here to show you something. Follow me,” the creature turned, hitting Loki with its cloak that felt just like a thicker blow of air. It didn’t turn around to check if the god was following; instead, it walked out of the room and sped its pace. Loki had barely the time to react, following the creature as quickly as it could.
“Where are we going?” The god asked, short of breath as they made their way out of the castle. The halls were empty, it seemed like everyone had disappeared from existence. The ghost did not answer. Instead, it switched directions, almost causing Loki to trip.
“Where are we going? I demand to know,” Loki doubled down as he regained his balance, jogging to catch up the lost distance.
The ghost suddenly stopped, turning back to the god for a glance before looking forward again, nothing more than the deep dark forest standing in front of them. “We are late. A funeral.”
“Wh-” Loki tried to ask, confused. Funeral? Whose funeral? He didn’t know anyone that had died recently. His question, however, died in his throat as fog covered the previously dark forest, acting as a canvas where an image started to form.
Flowers, dozens upon dozens of vases and bouquets filled to the brim with tulips. Midgardian flowers. Loki frowned. His stomach turned. What? He continued to watch the image develop right before his eyes as rows of people filled a snowy cemetery. Cries and moans filled the empty winter air suddenly, far too familiar yet strange for him to point out.
“Why are you showing me this?” He finally broke the silence, his voice cracking under the pressure in his chest.
“How long do midgardians tend to live, prince?” The voice replied, still staring at the image upon them.
“A century? I-” Loki’s head felt as if it was spinning, every Midgardian he had ever met running through his mind. A thought tried to form, but he suppressed it. No. She was maybe thirty by now. She couldn’t-
“If they are healthy. If nothing happens,” The voice doubled down in a dreamy tone. His thoughts were seemingly elsewhere. “Weren’t you the one that loved to underscore their fragility?”
“I-” Loki tried to speak, but his lungs burned, his eyes trying their best to focus on the details of the image upon him, ignoring the sobbing cries.
“Wasn’t she particularly careless?” The ghost finally spoke, and Loki felt his knees buckle. no.
It couldn’t be. He would have found out. He would have known. They would have told him… but how? How? If he had left without telling anyone, simply kissing her on the forehead like he had done every other morning and walking out, never to be seen again? Why would they tell him even if they could? He had done nothing but hurt her.
No.
Loki shook his head.
„You’re lying to me, why are you doing this? Who are you?” One question after another rolled off Loki’s tongue, filling the silence he found himself engulfed by. But the ghost didn’t reply, he kept watching the scene in front of them play out.
Loki had to stop himself from vomiting, unable to stop the bile from rising up in his throat. This had been his wrong doing, his selfishness that had lured him away from her, her, the one his head had grown fond of.
There wasn’t a day where he didn’t think of her, of (y/n), the love he hadn’t got to feel in many moons. The dark voice inside his head had promised him that he was destined for more, made for something by far bigger than what she could offer.
How wrong he had been. How foolish he had been.
“I understand, I do. But please, take me away from here.” The ghost turned back towards Loki, staring him down for a few seconds, watching the tears roll down his cheeks, before the scene finally vanished. Loki’s head was spinning, eyes struggling to focus on something as the ghost kept speaking.
“It’s on you to decide, but remember, the time she has is limited, don’t let any more of it go to waste.” And with one last exhale, the ghost was gone, leaving Loki trapped in nothing but an uncomfortable darkness flooding through his room.
……
„Loki? What am I doing here? Where am I?“ A relieved sigh left Loki as he stared down at her, taking in the features he had last seen in one of his nightmares. His heart was still aching, racing in his chest at the mere thought of ever losing her to Death’s cold grasp.
“You’re in Asgard, I had to see you.” She had been forcefully awoken from her dream, unable to pierce together what was happening as she was dragged away from her home. And yet she hadn’t protested, not speaking up as a wave of familiar comfortableness had flushed through her.
“You kidnap me, because you have to see me? Is that all?” (Y/n) had always been good at seeing through his lies, eyes not letting go of his as she slowly reached out to cup his cheek. Sparks shot down Loki’s back at the familiar touch, oh how he had secretly longed to feel her close once again.
“You were dead, I saw it, saw your dead body.” Confusion tugged on her features, not understanding what the god was speaking. He shook his head to try and get rid of the pictures flushing through his mind once again. “It was in the future, far from now, and yet I couldn’t stand myself for letting you go. I needed to see you, prove myself that you’re still alive.”
“Oh, Loki.” He dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers. No longer did he want to share any meaningless words, no, he wanted to feel her close, wanted to touch the body he had once known like the back of his hand. The kiss was fuelled by their still burning love, tying the two closer together as he pushed her against his best, crawling on top of (y/n).
He could hear her heart racing, could feel her gasps leaving her. Sounds that left him grinning in mischief. His hands started wandering, long fingers that knew their way down to her heat, the place where she ached for him. The moment had something almost unreal to it, like a dream, a faded memory, Loki couldn’t help but wonder if yet another ghost was playing a trick on him, but her sounds were too strong, too honest.
“I damned you for a long time, cursed your name. But yet my body has never not been yours, forever connected with you.” Another kiss was pressed against her lips as his fingers disappeared inside her sweats, teasing the thin fabric of her panties. She has soaked through the fabric, dripping for him, him only.
Within seconds he had her undressed, fabrics finding their way to the ground as he let go of her. Their eyes held contact, allowing her to watch him settle between her thighs, lips kissing their way to her cunt. Soft moans left her, one hand finding his locks as the other tightened its grip on the blanket she was laying on.
“My pretty flower, I missed your taste, I missed your sweet sounds, oh how I missed you.” His tongue brushed through her folds, moaning at her taste as (y/n) arched her back off the mattress. Loki ate her out like a starving man, feasting from her with groans clawing through the two in unison.
For months they had dreamt of moments like this, never willingly admitting to it, even though they were caught by them, unable to escape. His arms found their way around her thighs, keeping her close as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, thumb circling her pulsing bundle.
She was a shuddering mess, made for the God’s eyes, for his hands, and his tongue. She was his, in all her glory. And deep down Loki couldn’t help but promise to her, and to himself, that she’d never leave his side again.
His name rolled off her tongue, like a dark secret spoken in the depth of the night, like a prayer made to save her damned soul. A sound that left Loki groaning in satisfaction, adding more speed to the movements of his tongue and fingers. She was close, he could tell, and all he was focused on was making her cum on his tongue.
(Y/n) tightened her grip on his locks, eyes squeezed shut to give into the quiet call of her name. She came with a loud gasp, head thrown back, teeth buried in her lower lip. Loki watched her unfold, kept fucking her with his tongue through her high, before he slowly let go of her.
The god crawled up her body, lips meeting hers to allow (y/n) to taste herself before he plopped down next to her, pulling her into his chest. And with another kiss pressed to her forehead he tightened his grip on her, promising to hold her close till the end of her time.
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🍇How many fandoms have you written in?
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A: I used to overuse epithets (the blonde, the other man, etc.) horribly much when I first started, until someone pointed this out to me and I weaned myself off of that trash. I also used to not get lay/lie correct 90% of the time (I still check a chart, from time to time 😂)
🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?
A: Getting too caught up in the details and in-the-moment exposition, and thus making the story very long and taking it from a nice concise oneshot to a multi-chapter monstrosity. Also: WIPs. I have too many.
🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?
A: probably researching human anatomy butcher charts (like what cut of meat from where, how it would be best prepared, etc). This is for the "Fresh" fandom fics I've written, lol.
🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?
A: Long rambling ones that ask questions and list lots of specific details of what the reader liked!
🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?
A: Probably diapers. Or cannibalism.
🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?
A: Comedy
🍏What is the easiest type?
A: smut
🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?
A: Google Docs. Word if I'm going somewhere without internet access. Usually I write the most at night, but it can be any time of day.
🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?
A: I can't think of any! Lol. It used to be anything like Diapers/omorashi/enemas, but I officially crossed the rainbow bridge into weirdo-land a long time ago, now.
🍇 what made you choose your username?
A: In middleschool when the internet first showed up at school, they showed us Yahoo and had us make an account. It randomly assigned me the UN: sarahyellow--that became my well name on Ao3. So when I moved over to Tumblr, I just went with something obvious that communicated what I'm about and my Ao3 friends could find: "Sarah-writes-Stucky." My first blog was maliciously deleted by a anti-ship troll, so for my new account it had to be a little different "sarahowritesostucky"
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Sending this to all fic writers, mention the five favourite fic writers of yours and send them a hug 🤗
Can I just hug you all - extremely hard!
I can’t choose favourites but I’ll tag the five I deffo want to hug really hard right now 😂
@lokisgoodgirl
@lokisprettygirl
@michelleleewise
@writingliv
@lokiprompts
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