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☾"Guess correctly and you'll get your treat"☽

!Content Warnings: 18+ Warning go away kids, Overstimulation, Edging, Praising, Orgasm Denial

Midnight x Present Mic x Eraserhead x Gender Neutral Reader

Dom Sweet Midnight | Switch Feral Eraserhead | Switch Gentle Present Mic | Sub Cockdrunk Reader

You didn't know why in the end you agreed to the request from your two husbands and while you might have regretted it in the middle, in the end you were finally satisfied

Auther's note: I wrote this in like an hour and it's my first time writing an explicit thing so long so i hope it's good and i may continue to make a series out of this oneshot :)

Hips raised, whimpering everytime you felt him press inside you. Eyes rolling into the back your head, vision becoming blurry but it wouldnt have mattered with the silk wrapped around your head covering your eyes.

"Come on, darling which one is it? Shouta or Hizashi? You'll get your reward if you're right so try and focus that cockdrunk little brain of yours."

You knew the one talking was Nemuri, not only because her voice was oh so sweet and teasing but because you could feel her hands stroking through your hair coaxing you through the edging and overstimulation that had been going on the past two hours. You realised a long time ago that you regretted agreeing to the night with the three pro heros and friends, realised as soon as the first orgasm of the night was stolen from you, taking out of your shaking grasp.

"Please, I don't know just let me cum, please i've been good please-"

With your sight being gone and your other senses heightened you could hear midnight chuckling and shaking her head above you. It took so much effort to get those words out with how painfully slow you were being filled up. What you couldn't see or hear was just how much the man behind you was struggling from keeping his noises down, and how midnight had her other hand, that wasn't busy petting through your hair, holding the mans cheek silently praising him for how well he was doing.

"Come on my pet you can do it just guess, guess correctly and you'll both finally be able to get your treat."

Deciding to block out everything except for the feeling of the form of whoever was slowly pistoning into you. They both felt so incredibly thick and long while inside of you. The difference was small but Shouta was slightly thicker and Hizashi a bit longer.

"Fuck i think- i- i dont know i think it's Shouta-"

You barely managed to whimper and whine out those words as those soft and sweet praises came out from the goddess holding you oh so close.

"You're right my pet. You're so good for me. Now my pretty boys give her her deserved reward."

You couldn't hold back the whine that came out of you as you felt the soft and comforting thighs under your arms and head leave.

"Shhh my little singer i'll be there for you. Let me fill up your mouth as our goddess is watching, you want that?"

Frantically nodding you felt hizashi's rough thighs moving beneath your head with your elbows propped up beneath you. It all moved so fast you were about to open your mouth for him, to welcome him when you felt a gentle but firm hand take a hold of your the hair and pulling you back, letting a whimper fall out from your lips. You knew it was nemuri from the sharp nails that scratched your scalp just right.

"I know you want to sweetheart but you have to give a verbal response. Come on tell our pretty blond boy just how much you want to make him cum in your mouth. How much you want to swallow his cum."

It was starting to get really difficult to think straight with the growing speed of shouta's thrusts into you. You should have known it was him, with the way his hands gripped, almost bruised your hips and the frustrated deep moaning, almost growling coming from behind you.

"Please- Hizashi please give me your cum, i need it i need it so bad please cum in my mouth."

At the start of this you remembered you were feeling confident, almost bratty with your pride intact convincing yourself you would be in control of yourself the entire time. What you wouldn't know was just how needy you were for Nemur- Your Goddess's Praise, Aizawas needy almost primal want for you and Hizashi's teasing hands all over you.

"Good pet. Come on you can get your sweet treat."

You felt your mouth hanging open in pants when your mouth slowly got lowered and filled with the hard, precum dripping cock in front of you. The hand holding your hair switched to another one with still gentle undertones but a lot more shakiness to it.

With two cocks filling you separately there was never a time you were left feeling empty. When Aizawa pulled you towards him and split you open on his thickness Hizashi got ready to pull you forwards onto his length. It was a constant and it was starting to get too much for you at a time. A coil was starting to form in your lower stomach slowly but surely.

They were noticing it too. Your more high pitched whines and moans coming from your mouth around hizashi's cock, the shakiness in your arms that held you up. Your hole fluttering around Aizawa making him growl into your ear.

"Does our toy need our goddess to help you cum?"

Frantically trying to nod without hurting hizashi you felt a weight on the bed moving but you only started making those sweet noises when you finally felt midnight's hand at your sex and oh it was so much all at once. You started to let out those sweet moans and they all knew you were close. Midnight's finger were getting faster, Aizawa thrusting so hard and fast you almost were seeing stars, Hizashi pulled you further down on his cock trying his best not to choke you but at this point you wouldn't care.

When the coil snapped, oh god did it snap. You started to shake, your hands gripping tightly around Hizashi's thighs as your arms were struggling to hold your weight. Your juices slowly started pour onto the bed bellow you. You felt Shouta's hot seed pour inside of you as he held your hips so close almost scared that you would go away. Hizashi followed not long after holding your head so far down your nose was nestled into the skin of his clean shaven abdomen. As his seed spilled down your throat you slowly felt yourself relaxing, the exhaustion of the last few hours slowly seeping into your bones, your arms slipping out from underneath you as the weight of your head fully dropped on Zashi's thigh. Whines from overstimulation left your mouth as you felt Shouta slowly pull out of you.

"Shhhh it's alright now my love you did so well. We'll draw you a nice bath you just relax you can drift off to sleep it's okay."

You couldn't even tell at this point who exactly said it you but the last thing you remembered before nodding off was slowly getting pulled up from the bed with your head falling against a chest that definitely wasn't one of your guys. The plush comfiness being evident but you weren't really one to complain.

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Kinktober Day 2: Edging with James Wilson

Warnings: Dom!Wilson, Sub!reader, Fem!Reader, edging, vibrator, pre-established dom/sub relationship, slight public sex

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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"Please..."

"No." James's voice was firm as he squeezed your hand gently. It was meant to be comforting, but with the vibrator he'd shoved into you before leaving the hotel that morning buzzing against your clit you were in no mood for his comfort.

You were at some medical conference with him, and he had gotten tired of listening to you say how board you were the day before. So, to keep you distracted he made you wear a vibrator all day, on just high enough to make you squirm but not high enough to make you cum.

"James, please. I need-"

"I said, no." He snapped, pinching your hip lightly before walking away to get you both a drink.

You shifted slightly on your feet, trying to find a comfortable stance without making it obvious that something is wrong.

"Y/n!" You turned slightly, seeing Cuddy walking towards you. You gave her a strained smile as she got to you. "Have you seen House anywhere? He's supposed to give a speech later, and I need to give him the que cards-"

You tuned your husband's bosses' voice out when you felt the vibrations go up for the first time all day. You had to dig your nails into your hand to keep from making any noise as you felt yourself quickly approaching a high.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Cuddy pulled your attention back to her with a concerned face. "You look very red."

"I-um. I'm a little warm." You fanned at your face, trying to discreetly squeeze your legs together. Cuddy stepped forward to push the back of her hand to your forehead.

"Did you have a fever today? You feel like your body is trying to break one- oh!"

You felt you knees buckle lightly, and a strong arm wrapped around your waist to stabilize you. "I've got you." Your husbands voice slid into your ear, and you quickly hid you face in his neck.

"Gonna..." You warned, and by a miracle the vibrations turned down. As much as you wanted to cum, you didn't necessarily want to do it in front of your husband's boss.

"I'm going to take her back up to the hotel room." You heard him telling Cuddy before a hand on your back started leading you towards the exit.

Once alone in the elevator, James tilted your head up, pulling you into a kiss. You gripped his shoulders roughly, pulling him closer to your body as you tried to ground yourself.

"Fuck you, James." You mumbled against his lips, making the man frown.

"You should be thankful that I'm taking you up now. I could make you sit through House's speech." He threatened, but you knew it was more bark than bite.

"You wouldn't. He would put together what you did in seconds of seeing me-ahh!" The end of your sentence was cut off by a cry when James upped the vibrations. "Screw you!" James just smiled at your words, stepping away from you as the elevator approached the floor.

"James, I can't walk." You panted, leaning against the wall.

"I believe in you." He promised with a big smile which you responded with a glare.

Just before the door opened you were able to push yourself off the wall and stand up fully. James didn't turn the vibrations down as you walked to the room but did offer his hand to keep yourself steady. Thankfully, no one else was in the hall during the walk, and once in the room you collapsed on the bed.

Your legs were spread slightly as you laid there, still panting from the constant stimulation. James walked over to stand between your legs.

"Keep them spread please."

You babbled something that even you weren't sure what it was meant to be. James spread them just a little more as he pushed the dress you were wearing up and pulled your soaked underwear down.

'You're dripping all over the place, surprised you didn't leave a trail behind you." He pulled the toy out of you, and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of no longer having constant vibrations. But you still wanted to cum.

"Please..." You whimpered, making James lean down and run his hand over your hair.

"What, you want to cum?" You quickly nodded, whimpering before he shushed you. "Too bad. You're still in trouble from yesterday, and I have to go down for the speech. Now stay here, rest up, order some food if you want, I'll be back later. And don't even think about touching yourself, because I will know." A few tears ran down your face as James walked towards the door, leaving you alone in the hotel.

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*lightheaded with lust* yeah he's like a father to me

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Crowley's expressions of love in season 2

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thank u thank u i tried my best :)

☾ "Be a good girl and use your words" ~ Price x reader☽

Pairing: Captain Price (also the other ops kinda)x female!reader

Warnings: Nsfw Content

Word Count: 1320

Summary: This is connected to the series on tumblr "On the run" by @devil-in-hiding but can be read without knowing the series. Reader is pent up with the fleeting touches of the team members and price is there to help but being a teasing cunt while doing so.

Note: Be gentle this is the first written out nsfw oneshot i have written.

It's been around a month now since they "broke in" and showed up on your doorstep and it's safe to say they're starting to affect you.

The way ghost stares at your body whenever you work around the house.

The constant praises coming from Gaz whenever you do something for him.

The flirty jokes stringing out of Soap's mouth at every chance he gets.

But the thing that's been affecting you the most is their touches.

One of the first nights they were here the 5 of you sat in the living room watching an old rom con that you convinced(forced) them to watch. You were lying on the couch with your head in Gazs' lap and with your thighs over Simons'. Halfway through the movie you felt Gaz's hands slowly running through your hair absentmindedly.

You slowly realised just how touchstarved all the years by yourself on the farm made you. Breathing evening out and eyes slowly closing as you felt yourself slowly falling asleep only to be awoken by a hand softly falling on your thigh. Looking towards Ghost you saw no change in his behaviour, he was still looking towards the screen that lightly lit up the room. Trying your best to keep your breathing steady you felt his hand slowly go up on your upper thigh.

On one hand you wanted to stop his hand, embarrassed of the sounds you're trying your best to hold back. What would the others do if they saw?

But on the other hand your skin felt like it was burning up were Ghosts rough scarred hand met your soft thighs. You cursed yourself for only wearing shorts for the movie. The movie has been gone from your mind for some time now, mind only focused of the feeling of simons hand on hour thigh, sometimes gripping it whenever something exciting happened in the movie.

So focused on Ghost's and Gaz's touch you didnt even realise that they started look at you, seeing you lightly squirming, trying your best to stay still and make no noise. Everyone understood to keep quiet, not interrupt whatever was going on.

They only stopped once the movie was over, Simon immediately having to leave to go to the toilet and shower. He definitely had to take care of himself after that.

The others asked if you were okay, worrying about how red you were even though they all knew the reason.

Situations like this only became more frequent afterwards and your need and want for them only grew bigger the more they touched you. But asking them directly for it? No you could never. You held your pride too high for that.

But oh when one night it was just you and price, sitting on a bench on the front porch looking into the dark fields and forests in front of you. Sitting on his lap with one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other running over your inner thigh you felt the wetness grow between your legs.

You both have been like that for at least half an hour now constantly teasing each other. Not even using words. Just you squirming on his lap "accidentally" pressing down and feeling the bulge in his pants grow.

Him running his fingers over your thigh, sometimes squeezing and every now and then getting a little higher on your skin.

But you needed him higher. You needed him closer. Needed to feel his touch more and more.

Quiet whimpers started to slip through, desperate for more. Moving around more in his lap trying more and more desperately each time to get his fingers closer to where you needed him the most.

You were so distracted you couldn't even hear him chuckle at your actions. After letting you struggle for a few more minutes he finally moves his mouth next to your ear.

"Cmon my love say what u need. Be a good girl and use ur words."

Whimpers slipping through at hearing Price's words you let your words break the silence of the quiet night.

"Touch me."

"Not good enough darling i need a bit more."

If looks could kill Price would be dead by now seeing ur death glare directed towards him. But how could he be scared by your anger when you're still pathetically squirming in his lap and whimpering like a mutt in heat.

"Please Sir touch me."

"Atta Girl."

Finally you felt his fingers teasingly move closer to your heat, moving your underwear to the side for more access you let out a whimper of relief feeling his fingers move between your folds.

You didn't even notice his other hand moving your legs apart, letting them fall on side of his legs making sure that you couldn't close yours anymore.

In a teasingly slow pace he drew circles over your clit not daring to get you close to release any time soon. As a desperate action to make him go faster you reached your own hand down but as you were about to grab his arm his other hand grabbed ur arm and pinned it to your back together with your other arm.

"Tell me if ya want me to stop or slow down but don't you dare try and pleasure yourself or try and make me go faster. I don't wanna have to punish such a good innocent little girl like you."

"No no please sir please continue i'll be good."

Chuckling at your words his hand released and moved down to your heat as well.

While one of his hands was speeding up making circles on your clit his other hand moves closer to your tight hole. Even with the fluids your body was producing his finger was struggling to get inside. When you felt the first finger going knuckle deep small moans could be heard.

"Be quiet my love or you'll wake up the others and you don't want them to see you all exposed squirming on my fingers do you."

Moans turned into quiet whimpers as you struggled to keep quiet but as soon as the second finger entered you more moans spilled from your lips.

He kept you there for what felt like an hour teasing you and bringing you so close to release but as soon as he felt you starting to shake and tighten on his fingers he stopped and took it away from you.

You were a moaning whimpering mess for him and he loved it. Loved having you shaking and squirming for him.

"Please Price i need it."

"What do you need love, tell me and address me properly."

"Please Sir make me cum."

"Good girl."

Suddenly the fingers on your clit sped up the circles it was drawing on it and those fingers inside of you curled and pressed so nicely against that spot inside of you.

"Cum for me darling."

All it took was those words and you started shaking and quivering in his lap. Eyes rolling to the back of your head while your back is arching against his chest. Price was whispering words into your ear but in your high you could only assume it was teasing words or more praise.

After letting you come down from your high and having you lean against his chest you let out a yelp of surprise when you felt him stand up. Moving you so he could pick you up bridal style he opened the door with his elbow and stepped inside.

He knew it was late at night but unfortunately that doesn't mean that everyone was asleep in the house but fortunately he managed to carry you up the stairs and into your room without anyone seeing you two.

Laying you down on your bed he handed you a bottle of water that you left on your nightstand.

"Okay little lady do you want me to stay here with you?"

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☾ "Be a good girl and use your words" ~ Price x reader☽

Pairing: Captain Price (also the other ops kinda)x female!reader

Warnings: Nsfw Content

Word Count: 1320

Summary: This is connected to the series on tumblr "On the run" by @devil-in-hiding but can be read without knowing the series. Reader is pent up with the fleeting touches of the team members and price is there to help but being a teasing cunt while doing so.

Note: Be gentle this is the first written out nsfw oneshot i have written.

It's been around a month now since they "broke in" and showed up on your doorstep and it's safe to say they're starting to affect you.

The way ghost stares at your body whenever you work around the house.

The constant praises coming from Gaz whenever you do something for him.

The flirty jokes stringing out of Soap's mouth at every chance he gets.

But the thing that's been affecting you the most is their touches.

One of the first nights they were here the 5 of you sat in the living room watching an old rom con that you convinced(forced) them to watch. You were lying on the couch with your head in Gazs' lap and with your thighs over Simons'. Halfway through the movie you felt Gaz's hands slowly running through your hair absentmindedly.

You slowly realised just how touchstarved all the years by yourself on the farm made you. Breathing evening out and eyes slowly closing as you felt yourself slowly falling asleep only to be awoken by a hand softly falling on your thigh. Looking towards Ghost you saw no change in his behaviour, he was still looking towards the screen that lightly lit up the room. Trying your best to keep your breathing steady you felt his hand slowly go up on your upper thigh.

On one hand you wanted to stop his hand, embarrassed of the sounds you're trying your best to hold back. What would the others do if they saw?

But on the other hand your skin felt like it was burning up were Ghosts rough scarred hand met your soft thighs. You cursed yourself for only wearing shorts for the movie. The movie has been gone from your mind for some time now, mind only focused of the feeling of simons hand on hour thigh, sometimes gripping it whenever something exciting happened in the movie.

So focused on Ghost's and Gaz's touch you didnt even realise that they started look at you, seeing you lightly squirming, trying your best to stay still and make no noise. Everyone understood to keep quiet, not interrupt whatever was going on.

They only stopped once the movie was over, Simon immediately having to leave to go to the toilet and shower. He definitely had to take care of himself after that.

The others asked if you were okay, worrying about how red you were even though they all knew the reason.

Situations like this only became more frequent afterwards and your need and want for them only grew bigger the more they touched you. But asking them directly for it? No you could never. You held your pride too high for that.

But oh when one night it was just you and price, sitting on a bench on the front porch looking into the dark fields and forests in front of you. Sitting on his lap with one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other running over your inner thigh you felt the wetness grow between your legs.

You both have been like that for at least half an hour now constantly teasing each other. Not even using words. Just you squirming on his lap "accidentally" pressing down and feeling the bulge in his pants grow.

Him running his fingers over your thigh, sometimes squeezing and every now and then getting a little higher on your skin.

But you needed him higher. You needed him closer. Needed to feel his touch more and more.

Quiet whimpers started to slip through, desperate for more. Moving around more in his lap trying more and more desperately each time to get his fingers closer to where you needed him the most.

You were so distracted you couldn't even hear him chuckle at your actions. After letting you struggle for a few more minutes he finally moves his mouth next to your ear.

"Cmon my love say what u need. Be a good girl and use ur words."

Whimpers slipping through at hearing Price's words you let your words break the silence of the quiet night.

"Touch me."

"Not good enough darling i need a bit more."

If looks could kill Price would be dead by now seeing ur death glare directed towards him. But how could he be scared by your anger when you're still pathetically squirming in his lap and whimpering like a mutt in heat.

"Please Sir touch me."

"Atta Girl."

Finally you felt his fingers teasingly move closer to your heat, moving your underwear to the side for more access you let out a whimper of relief feeling his fingers move between your folds.

You didn't even notice his other hand moving your legs apart, letting them fall on side of his legs making sure that you couldn't close yours anymore.

In a teasingly slow pace he drew circles over your clit not daring to get you close to release any time soon. As a desperate action to make him go faster you reached your own hand down but as you were about to grab his arm his other hand grabbed ur arm and pinned it to your back together with your other arm.

"Tell me if ya want me to stop or slow down but don't you dare try and pleasure yourself or try and make me go faster. I don't wanna have to punish such a good innocent little girl like you."

"No no please sir please continue i'll be good."

Chuckling at your words his hand released and moved down to your heat as well.

While one of his hands was speeding up making circles on your clit his other hand moves closer to your tight hole. Even with the fluids your body was producing his finger was struggling to get inside. When you felt the first finger going knuckle deep small moans could be heard.

"Be quiet my love or you'll wake up the others and you don't want them to see you all exposed squirming on my fingers do you."

Moans turned into quiet whimpers as you struggled to keep quiet but as soon as the second finger entered you more moans spilled from your lips.

He kept you there for what felt like an hour teasing you and bringing you so close to release but as soon as he felt you starting to shake and tighten on his fingers he stopped and took it away from you.

You were a moaning whimpering mess for him and he loved it. Loved having you shaking and squirming for him.

"Please Price i need it."

"What do you need love, tell me and address me properly."

"Please Sir make me cum."

"Good girl."

Suddenly the fingers on your clit sped up the circles it was drawing on it and those fingers inside of you curled and pressed so nicely against that spot inside of you.

"Cum for me darling."

All it took was those words and you started shaking and quivering in his lap. Eyes rolling to the back of your head while your back is arching against his chest. Price was whispering words into your ear but in your high you could only assume it was teasing words or more praise.

After letting you come down from your high and having you lean against his chest you let out a yelp of surprise when you felt him stand up. Moving you so he could pick you up bridal style he opened the door with his elbow and stepped inside.

He knew it was late at night but unfortunately that doesn't mean that everyone was asleep in the house but fortunately he managed to carry you up the stairs and into your room without anyone seeing you two.

Laying you down on your bed he handed you a bottle of water that you left on your nightstand.

"Okay little lady do you want me to stay here with you?"

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Fun Fact in On The Run reader has been on the farm for 6 years, just you and the animals

so to say you are also a little pent up would be an understatement, especially once the guys start staying with you

it’s absolutely no shock that you indulge in their touches rather quickly, acting as though they were an annoyance the first two months, but after feeling Gaz’s bare chest pressed against your back, fresh out of the shower and asking you oh so sweetly if you’d make a pie for them, it’s game over, you become putting in their hands

The first time Soap pulls you into his lap while you listen to Ghost and Gaz argue about what movie to watch that night, it takes everything in you not to whimper at the feeling of his stubbled cheek nuzzling your neck

“ye always smell so good bonnie..” he mumbles, hands massaging your thighs gently and your blood roars in your ears

“t-thank you..” you breathe, doing your damndest not to squirm, but it’s all in vein.

you feel his lips brush against your neck, trailing up to your ear and your eyes flutter, cheeks warming as his fingers trace lazy circles on your inner thigh. You don’t think, legs spreading just slightly, and he pauses, and you can feel his grin against your skin as his fingers skim the hem of your nightgown.

“yeah? ye finally gonna let me…?” he whispers, breath hot against your ear and you’re nodding dumbly, eyes rolling back when Soap teases a finger over the soaked fabric of your panties.

“god yer fuckin’ droolin’ and i avent’ even touched ye properly…” he pants against your ear, and then he’s shoving your panties to the side with one hand, and your body jerks at the feeling of Soap’s fingers dragging through your slick folds

“What’s this then?” Gaz’s voice cuts through the fog in your brain, but you can’t talk. Only whine when Soap adjusts you on his lap, spreading your legs with his knees so he can give the others a nice good look at what he’s doin.

“A’int she just a fuckin sight?”

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A deer in the headlights.

Jim Moriarty x reader

Summary: Jim comes home early and scares the reader, prompting a panic attack.

Words: 811

Warning: panic attack, but hey, comforting criminal Jim! Also... criminal Jim.

Author's note: I don't own the character Jim Moriarty! And you know I couldn't resist using a Fleabag gif. Andrew Scott has my <3

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She sat on the couch of their shared home, her legs pulled up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her legs, holding her book out for her to read. It was a cute sight, seeing her so comfortable in their home. 

Jim opened the door, his hands immediately moving to loosen his tie. He shook off his blazer, hanging it over one of the dining room chairs. He was quiet, almost silent. It was one of his favorite attributes of himself, being practically silent when he moved.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, her gaze focused on the book in front of her. He decided to have a little fun with his darling deer. 

He stalked up behind her. Her long hair was hanging off the back of the couch. Even as the conspiring smirk showed on his face, he couldn’t help but admire her. He continued his plan, his steps careful and meticulously done. 

He got slightly distracted staring at her hair, the tile under him squeaking. He froze, as did she. Her head moved up, her eyes looking straight forward at the wall like a deer in the headlights. He knows her so well, he can practically see the look on her face, knowing that she is now contemplating her options. 

As if instinct, his little deer jumped up, her book falling to the ground as she sprinted to their shared room. Jim smiled. He loved a game like this. He ran behind her quickly. His longer legs catching up to her.

The stairs slowed her down, her shorter legs moving quickly. He followed quickly behind her, not caring to be quiet anymore. As his foot hit the top step, she was within his reach. 

His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her to him. She let out a small squeal in fear. He smiled, resting his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her hair covered his face, but he didn’t mind. It gave him an extra opportunity to smell her sweet scent. 

Her body completely froze. Her fear was an aura surrounding her at this point. Jim finally noticed her quick breaths, and her hands that had his in a death grip around her waist. She was very scared.

His grip loosened immediately. He turned her around to let her see him. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears and they carried an uncertain look to them. He had seen this look. She was having a panic attack.

Her eyes may be looking at him, but she didn’t see him. She was in her own little world. A world of fear.

His heart dropped. His hands naturally moved to her face, cupping both of her cheeks, and pulling her face to his. Her hands jump to his, her death grip continuing. 

“Shh… it’s alright…. Shh….shh…,” he said in a comforting tone.

It seemed to calm her slightly, her body recognizing his touch, even if her brain didn’t. The tears began to fall from her eyes, another sign of her body relaxing further.

He smiled gently at her, his voice low, “Little deer, it’s alright. You’re safe…. You’re safe.”

Her body lets out a soft sigh, shaky from the tears. Her voice came out broken from the hiccuping of her diaphragm, “J…James…?”

He laughed at this. His deer was so precious. The thumb on one of the hands resting on her face began to gently move back and forth, giving her a feeling of comfort. “Yes. I’m here.”

He hated seeing her this way, but he also loved it. How she always ran into his arms when she was scared. Like now.

She let out a sob, her arms moving around his neck, pulling her to him. She began to cry harder into his chest. His hands moved to her waist, wrapping around her.

“I’m sorry, deer. I didn’t know I would frighten you like this. I wouldn’t have done so, had I known. Shh… it’s alright...,” he continued.

As her tears began to settle down, she pulled away from him. She pulled one of her arms to her face to wipe the tears, but he stopped her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. The other hand moved to her face as he gently wiped the tears for her. 

She sniffles, “You’re home early.”

He let out a loud laugh at this, “You silly girl. Of course I am. I told you I would be.”

Her eyes met his, “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize, little deer. You should know by now that I would never let anything happen to you."

She nods slightly, moving back into his embrace, to which he happily obliged. The feeling of her in his arms was his favorite.

One of his hands moved to the back of her head, playing with her hair. “I will call Seb, and tell him to consider me off for the rest of the day. It is you and I for tonight. No interruptions. No phone calls. Could you even begin to forgive me, angel?”

He could feel her smile against his shoulder. “Of course, James.”

He sighs, kissing the top of her head, “Thank you, little deer. Now, let’s go relax, huh?”

She lets him lead her the rest of the way to their room to make up for lost time.

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First Kisses; BBC Sherlock

Includes: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Lestrade, and Moriarty.

Sherlock:

It wasn’t rare for Sherlock to come out with the strangest things, but there were times when his requests were so unexpected that one would choke.

“I need to test out a theory,” Sherlock broke the silence between himself and Y/N one day.

“…Okay?” Y/N replied simply, preparing to tell Sherlock that he can’t put a head in the microwave again.

“I require your help.”

That was odd, he rarely ever trusted someone else to help him with an experiment, not even John.

With a raised eyebrow, she responded. “How so?”

“You need to kiss me.” Whilst his words were as blunt as always, Y/N couldn’t help the way that she choked in surprise, all whilst he rolled his eyes. “It is not that serious, Y/N. I simply need to see if it solves these thoughts.”

“These thoughts?” Came her confused response, watching him as he walked towards her seat on the chair opposite him.

“That is what I said, yes. Do keep up.”

Rolling her own eyes, she stared up at the detective who had an impatient look on his face.

“I mean, okay? If that’s what you want.” He smirked slightly at her attempt to seem nonchalant at his request; he didn’t expect her to actually do it.

“I just need to see if t-“He began speaking, only to have his sentence cut short by her lips pressing against his own.

Sherlock’s eyes widened as her hand gently gripped his cheek as kissed him. He was frozen in place, heart racing, and chest heaving once she pulled away.

“Did that help?” She asked, looking up at the startled and silent man as she seated herself back where she was previously. She waited for a few more moments to see if he would respond before giving up. “Anyway, I need to get going. Tell John I said hello whenever he returns.” Y/N said as she reached the door, Sherlock still frozen in place, at least, until the door clicked, and he snapped out of his haze.

“Hey, Y/N, wait!”

John:

Despite his initial dislike for the youngest Holmes sibling, John couldn’t deny the feelings that he had grown for Y/N Holmes over the past few months. It was obvious to everyone besides the woman herself who was, unlike her brothers, oblivious to any and every sign of affection towards her.

It was just the two of them in 221B going through the latest case files whilst Sherlock attended a crime scene. He had originally asked John to accompany him, but the man refused after realising that Y/N was remaining at the flat, something at which Sherlock simply rolled his eyes, having already deduced his friends crush on his sister long before he even knew himself.

It was a trickier case than usual, hence why Sherlock had to return to the crime scene, leaving John and Y/N to search through mountains of files looking for one specific word.

“This would be so much easier if these files were all on a computer.” Y/N yawned, flipping the page over to the other side, John doing the same.

“Agreed.”

“Wait, this might be what we’re looking for!” The woman shot up onto her feet in excitement, turning the paper towards John and pointing at what she was looking at with a smile which was soon returned as he agreed.

In excitement, Y/N’s arms wrapped around John, and she pulled him in for a hug, only to pull away once she realised what she had done.

“I’m so sor-“ she began, only to be silenced by John wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into him for a moment, lips pressed against each other.

“Finally,” a deep voice sounded from the doorway, making the pair pull back away from each other in both shock and embarrassment. “Now if you two lovebirds are quite finished, what have you found?”

Lestrade:

It was odd for Greg to enjoy working with Sherlock.

Whilst he didn’t mind John’s company, Sherlock was an absolute nightmare, but their friend on the other hand, Y/N, she was wonderful and Lestrade could not get enough of her.

She was everything that Sherlock wasn’t. Kind, sweet, funny, genuine, and it came as no shock to him, or anyone else for that matter, when he began developing feelings for her. However, despite how obviously reciprocated his feelings were, the man refused to believe that she could ever like him back, even after Sherlock himself told him that she likes him too.

The two had become fast friends, having clicked as soon as they met, and a friendship with Lestrade meant coffee. All the time. Coffee was his favourite time of the day, especially if there were doughnuts involved.

“Your coffee is in the kitchen.” Y/N called as Greg let himself into her apartment, a common occurrence amongst the two, and he shot her a thumbs-up as he passed her to grab his drink.

“Thank you very much.” He grinned, taking a seat beside her on the sofa and turning his attention to the football for a moment. He knew she had no interest in the game, so why she had agreed to watch it with him, he didn’t know.

“It’s no problem, Greggy.” She teased him with the new nickname, one that always earned a blush from the older man.

“Do you have to call me that?” He muttered, both his cheeks and ears tinted red in embarrassment.

“Yep!” She smiled, pinching his cheek as he continued to stare at her, or, more specifically, her lips as she licked them.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned over, his hand resting on top of hers, and pressed his lips against hers, something which she gladly reciprocated.

In his panic, he abruptly pulled back before registering that she had returned his kiss and began rushing out apologies.

“I’m so so sorry, oh my God, I should definitely not have done that. I am so sorry!” He rambled, previous blush darkening as she pushed himself to the other side of the sofa, disgusted with himself.

“Greg.”

“If you don’t ever want to talk to me again, I get i-“

“Greg.” Y/N repeated his name to try and catch his attention.

“I’m just so-“

Sick of his unnecessary apologies, the woman reached out to grasp the fabric of Lestrade’s shirt, pulling his lips back onto hers, her other hand landing on his shoulder.

“There’s no need to apologise.” She whispered against his lips as she pulled back. “I wanted that.”

Greg, too confused and happy to even register what she was saying, just listened to his brain go oh!

Mycroft:

Mycroft Holmes had two soft spots, his brother and Y/N, the latter being one that he was unwilling to admit to himself, let alone anybody else.

“Morning, Mycroft,” Y/N greeted him as he entered the café, one which he was a regular at; only for her, of course, but she could never know that.

“Good morning, Y/N,” came his simple response as she brought him his usually coffee, having already anticipated his arrival; he was nothing if not punctual, after all.

Neither of you knew how your friendship had evolved into him driving you home once you finished work, but there was never a single complaint heard about it. The moment you ended up at his home, however, that was when something shifted.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, just… odd. Having never been this close to someone besides his younger brother, Mycroft wasn’t entirely sure how to act, especially when the tension in the room reached its peak and your lips ended up pressed up against the others.

It was awkward, as to be expected considering that the older Holmes had never kissed anybody before. However, the awkwardness had its own charm about it, especially when he pulled away with flushed cheeks and immediately changed the subject, ignoring what had just happened for his own peace of mind.

“Should we like, I don’t know, talk about it?” You asked him the next time he entered the café, watching him closely for any sort of reaction.

“Talk about what? Nothing weird has happened recently, nothing at all. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Mycroft rushed out, desperately praying that you were oblivious to the shade of pink that now covered his cheeks.

He had no idea how it even happened, it just… did. Myrcroft was never one for affection, or even friendships, so he didn’t know why he kissed you and even worse for him, he didn’t know why he wanted to do it again.

“If you say so,” you chuckled at his embarrassed demeanour. “Either way, I finish in an hour if you like, wanted to go for dinner or something.”

Maybe he would wait around an hour, not for any specific reason. After all, nothing weird had happened.

Moriarty:

For as long as they had worked together, Y/N and Jim had always flirted with each other.

It started off small, almost unrecognisable, but gradually grew into full-blown flirtations with invitations that were never accepted. Co-workers turned into friends, and a friendship turned into longing, it was just how the cookie crumbled.

The two stared across at one another, Y/N pushing a plate of food in front of the criminal. “Eat it, or I’ll shove it down your throat, do not test me.” She warned, although there no malice in her voice; she just wanted him to eat something for the first time in a few days.

“Do I have to?” He pouted like a young child, earning a giggle from Y/N.

“Yes!” She laughed, leaning in closer. “Or I’ll force feed you it.”

“With your mouth, I hope.”

A blush dusted the woman’s cheeks as an idea formed in her mind, one which would solve many problems, including his refusal to eat.

As she leaned in closer, Moriarty couldn’t resist the joke falling from his lips. “Ohh, are we about to kiss right now?” His words were teasing, he didn’t actually expect her to do so, but as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, he couldn’t stop his eyes from widening.

Despite his initial shock, he was quick to respond to the kiss, his hands moving to cup her cheeks and pull her closer into him, deepening the kiss whilst one of Y/N’s hands moved to his shoulder and the other to his neck.

“I suppose we are,” were the only words spoken with a cheeky smile before she pulled him back in for a kiss to shut him up.

[voiths]

Sherlock (BBC)

CROWN JEWELS: Jim Moriarty x fem!reader

Summary: Be careful what you say - especially around a man like Jim Moriarty.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I have been working on this since summer and now that it's finally done I think I'm ready to share it with you guys. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you'll enjoy reading it.

Also a silent thank you for my friend who told me to keep going even after writer's block hit me hard. <3

Warnings: swearing

•••

Jim Moriarty likes to leave a lasting impression.

That was her first thought about him ever since she first met him - ever since she first heard him talk and saw his body language. The man talks with his whole body - especially when he's in an angry or mischievious mood -, expresses himself with his arms' and shoulders' movements and with his many different gestures. The words he uses and the way he builds up sentence after sentence makes one to stop and listen. And he can make all of that look elegant and strangely enough, gentleman-like.

No matter what he does or talks about, how many times you have already met him, he's someone who you can never get fully used to and that alone always burries that lasting impression. It causes many different feelings and thoughts about the man, making the brain work and think about him and his every little gesture and word long after he's left.

But how long can that impression last?

Long enough for her to remember their first meeting weeks after it had occurred. Long enough for her to build up a whole complicated characterization and profile of him. Long enough for her to be able to quote his words exactly as he had said them.

As she sat in her own armchair in 221B Baker Street, watching the news on the telly about Jim Moriarty himself; the remains of that well known charm of his being slowly built up the memories of their first meeting.

She was in the exact same position, sitting in her own armchair - what Sherlock and John thought she finally deserved, so she won't have to sit on the chouch or on the 'chair of shame' (as she liked to call that) when they have a case to solve -; but instead of watching the telly, she was reading, falling head first into the world of the book, enjoying the peace and quiet which occurred pretty rarely in 221B. But despite the fact that she was way too interested in whatever she was reading, she still noticed the noise of a door opening downstairs, followed by the noise of someone coming up the stairs.

She looked up from the book, picking up her bookmark as she listened to the quiet tapping as someone's shoes met with the steps. She has spent enough time in 221B to be able to differ everyone's steps: Sherlock's, John's, Mrs. Hudson's, even Lestrade's and potential clients' - but these steps didn't sound like any of those.

Sherlock was always quick as he came up, too excited about the cases he had to solve and way too happy to be free from boredom. John was either slow when he came up, looking through the letters they've got or quick and angry, done with Sherlock's new case or with the certain experiments he was doing in the flat. Mrs. Hudson's were always high pitched, Lestrade's quick and heavy as he ran upstairs and the clients' were slow, reluctant and quiet.

These steps were slow, that was true, but there was something unusual about them, about the sound when they met with the wooden staircase. These were slow and quiet, but confident and elegant - these were something new and not usual and boring.

She put her book down and looked at the door what was wide open - because no matter how many times either she or John closed it, Sherlock always left it open. They gave up pretty soon, accepting the fact that their only protection against a robbery is Mrs. Hudson and the door downstairs.

The stranger was soon standing in the doorway, looking around the flat so calmly it looked like he owned the place and he most definitely didn't even think about knocking.

He didn't look like a client. He was way too calm and confident, way too elegant to be one. No, he was something new and unique, someone who you immediately notice even in a room full of people because of the lingering elegance and confidence - because even the air changes when he steps in the room.

After looking around the flat his gaze stopped and he looked directly at her for the very first time. She held his gaze, not giving in on the sudden game, but her stomach tightened in fear, a fear she only felt when she was in a room with Sherlock Holmes, knowing he'll deduce her and know about the things she doesn't want him to know.

"Hi..." The greeting was so short and simple for a person like him, that she tilted her head a little in confusion. His voice was also slightly high pitched when he pronounced the 'I', but she quickly realized it was intentional.

"Sherlock isn't home... if he is who you are looking for." she said to him, thinking there was no way this man didn't come here to see Sherlock Holmes.

"I know. That's why I'm here."

For a moment she thought about telling him that John isn't home either, but then decided against it. He clearly isn't here to talk to John Watson. He's here to talk to her...

"I see." she looked away for a moment to think about what to do with him, but no idea came to mind. "Well then please have a seat. Although I wasn't expecting guests."

He accepted the invitation, taking a seat in Sherlock's armchair, while she tried to figure out who he was and what he wanted. Meanwhile the stranger leaned back and made himself comfortable, enjoying the situation and the fact that he is sitting in Sherlock's armchair.

He knows whose armchair he's sitting in - the realization hit her, only making the 'who is he' more interesting.

"Yes, you were." he spoke up so suddenly she had to shake her head a little.

"Excuse me?"

"You were expecting one guest or you were counting on one specific guest at least."

She looked at him again, pressuring her mind to think. He is someone important and he knows that as well. That was obvious. But important for who? Not for John. John wouldn't tolerate him at all - but Sherlock would. Sherlock would even appreciate all this act.

She tilted her head a little in realization.

"Moriarty? Good to know that now that name has a face." she noticed how his expression didn't change, even if he smiled at her realization - he was expecting it, for her to realize who he is. "May I know why you wanted to see me?"

"Just wanted to meet the ordinary people Sherlock keeps around."

"Ordinary?" she laughed. "You think ordinary people could live with Sherlock Holmes?"

"That doesn't make you less boring."

"Nor does it make you less annoying." she quickly answered, leaving the annoyance out of her voice. "Playing around with Sherlock, coming here uninvited. Next time send a message at least so I can prepare some tea."

His eyes shined up for a second as if for a short amount of time he was looking at something more interesting.

"Doesn't he annoy you? Keeping you from living on your boring, ordinary little life."

"Not really. I'm never bored at least. He keeps the boredom away."

"So loyal. Ordinary people can be so amusing, I should get myself one."

She just smiled at that.

"You really like to get under people's skin, don't you?"

"Of course I do, I mean that's the funniest part, isn't it?"

That's when she first noticed how he uses his body language when he's having fun - how his arms and shoulders are moving with him.

"I guess you're right. That can be funny, you should try it out more with Sherlock. It's enough if you play one note wrong on the violin."

But that wasn't his only memorable visit. No, all of his visits were more than memorable if she wanted to be honest. She could tell all of them apart, she could tell in which month they had accured...

He visited her many times, but he always sent her a message beforehand. A short one. Something like: 'I'm a street away dear.' or 'I hope the tea is ready.' But later on they became something more: 'I'd like to see you today.', 'I have a gift for you.' or 'You'll be out tonight.' She didn't dare to ask how he knows her number, how he knows so much about her - where she'll be, what she likes. It would've been unnecessary words and she wouldn't have gotten an answer.

So she kept her questions to herself - and she also kept their meetings for themselves. Even if Sherlock noticed the change in her behaviour and happily pointed it out, causing John to ask who she's meeting up with. Even if Mycroft pointed out that she had been out at night. Even if Mrs. Hudson nearly jumped out of her skin in happiness when both brothers accused her of dating someone.

But the most interesting one--

... the most interesting conversion they've ever had was special. Oh so very special.

He came without telling her about it beforehand, just like the first time they'd met. She was sitting in her armchair with her laptop in her lap, going through a victim's personal data to make a profile while Sherlock was too busy working on a much more interesting case. Apparently a triple suicide in one place isn't that interesting, at all.

She didn't hear him come in, but she noticed him standing in the doorway - because the door was once again, wide open. He just stood there in his Westwood suit, gloating in the fact that he had the element of surprise.

She looked up at him as she raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't call this time."

"I had business around here. I just decided to come in."

"Liar." she accused as she put the laptop aside and offered him Sherlock's armchair. "You knew they went out on a case, otherwise you wouldn't have come here. You enjoy working behind his back too much."

He took the offered seat and after he leaned back, he started to talk:

"Remember what I told you when we first met? About the loyal ordinary people?"

"Of course I do." she answered, half-offended that he thought so little of her. "You wanted to get yourself one."

"Yes, well you see dear, I changed my mind." once again, his body moved with his mood. "Maybe I shouldn't get myself an ordinary one, I mean they would bore me so easily. I think I'd be perfectly fine with a not so ordinary one."

She looked at him, trying to read him like she did so many times before that, but this time other than that smirk, she couldn't find out anything else. So she turned to examine his words, that's what was also interesting about Jim Moriarty, what he said and how he said it.

A not so ordinary one. How on Earth will he get one?

And then she realized that for Jim Moriarty, the hierarchy of the world is about ordinary and extraordinary people - and in that momemt he added the not so ordinary ones to the mix too. Even if he didn't like Sherlock, he accepted that he was like him - too clever, extraordinary. John was only, simply ordinary. Nothing more, maybe less. But he talked to her a lot. A whole lot without getting bored, without thinking about speaking to Sherlock directly so he could annoy him instead of her. He didn't gloat that he knew her and talked to her daily. For him she was middle class, she was that not so ordinary person.

She chuckled and stood up, deciding that she couldn't sit that through without moving.

"Oh no, you can't possibly think that I'd leave Sherlock for you." she shook her head in disbelief. "I mean I wouldn't be loyal, would I? What happened with loyality?"

"Ordinary people are loyal and loyality is boring." he leaned forward to pour some tea for himself, not really caring that Mrs. Hudson prepared that for John and Sherlock, and most definitely not him.

"Well then I must be really boring, because I won't just leave Baker Street."

"You don't have to leave to show you aren't loyal, darling, we've been talking for months without you telling about it to them." he leaned back again and took a sip from the tea.

"Yeah, well it's still a no thank you very much." she said as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her brain working as she thought about what he just said.

"No?"

"No. I mean why would I?" the question was left unanswered. "I'd only consider it if I'd-- own the fucking Crown Jewels."

She tried to think about something unrealistic to say, to show that her decision is unbreakable. But looking at him, she clearly chose the wrong thing.

Moriarty looked pleased instead of angry - and that grounded her into reality. She said something wrong. She could basically hear the cogs turn in his head.

"Well, in that case," he said as he got ready to leave. "I'll see you around, darling."

She was left there angry and sad, but the thing she didn't think about?

That a few days later she'd get a letter.

•••

"Goddamn it Sherlock, I told you to put the microscope away! I almost knocked it down and that's the only one we own!" she shouted as she put the said thing aside, saving it from a disaster.

"He's not home!" came the answer from John, who was sitting in his armchair watching the telly - or rather trying to find a channel worth watching.

"He's not?" she asked in disbelief. "And he went without either of us?"

"You know him. Once he wants to go somewhere he goes there with or without us."

She opened one of the cupboards to find two clean cups - the kind which hadn't met with blood, eyeballs or some kind of acid beforehand - and once she found some, she began to make some tea.

"Is the forest fruit one okay? We ran out of black tea."

"Yes, thank you."

"You owe me." she threatened jokingly. "Anything worth watching? We could watch some crime show now that Sherlock isn't here to spoil it." she offered.

"Good idea." came John's answer - she enjoyed watching shows and movies with him since he was the only normal person in the flat - him and maybe Mrs. Hudson, but even Mrs. Hudson's life was extraordinary. "One'll begin after the news."

"Fantastic." she said as she finished preparing the tea and walked into the living room with a silver tray.

And then John turned the news on - and she almost dropped the tray.

There he was. On the screen, in handcuffs as the officers took him away and he was smiling - more like grinning. It only took her a second to realize where he was - the Tower of London, where the damn Crown Jewels were kept.

God damn him. Both of them. Both Moriarty and Sherlock -- even John and Mycroft. All of them had to mess up her life and make it more exciting and interesting instead of boring. God damn her that she liked it.

The Crown Jewels. What did she say to him the last time they met? 'I'd only consider it if I'd own the fucking Crown Jewels.'

John looked surprised too. Not as much as she was, he didn't know she had been talking with the enemy. He didn't notice her shock thankfully and even if he did he must've thought it was a normal reaction.

"Moriarty-- that's Moriarty." he explained.

"I know." she said without thinking.

Before John could ask her how, she heard Mrs. Hudson call out her name from downstairs. She put the tray down quicker than usual, some tea was even spilt, and she was out of the flat in a heartbeat. She ran down the stairs, her heart beating fast.

"What is it, Mrs. Hudson? Did something happen?" she asked.

"Oh, not at all dear, it's just my hips. John was kind enough to give me some painkillers, but I couldn't really walk up the stairs right now." the woman explained with the usual enthusiasm. "But a letter arrived for you a few seconds ago. The postman must've forgotten about it in the morning."

And there it was, in Mrs. Hudson's hand. An envelope, a beige coloured one - the very elegant kind.

She took it from her quickly and just by the envelope itself she knew who sent it. The penmanship was perfect. Her name was written on it in black ink, the letters were slim and long.

"Who is it from dear?"

She tore it open, her fingers ripping the paper and she took the folded letter out. With uneven heartbeat, she began to read it:

'My dear,

I hope you'll enjoy the show I put on in the Tower, I know I'll most certainly do.

The diamonds in the envelope are from the Crown Jewels, forgive for not being able to give you the whole thing, but otherwise the police would be knocking on your door. Still, now you own parts of them. Nine diamonds to be exact, I sincerly hope all of them are in the envelope - otherwise I'll have to skin someone after my trial.

A promise is a promise. Now consider my offer. I'll pick you up at 7 p.m. as soon as I'm out.

- J. M.

P.S.: I hope I'll see you in court.'

John shouted her name from upstairs, wondering why she ran. She ignored him and looked inside the envelope.

Nine diamonds. Nine of them, some bigger than the others, were shining in it.

Mrs. Hudson saw them too and she gasped in surprise.

"Oh my, you didn't tell me you had found yourself a man dear."

"I didn't know it up until now either, Mrs. Hudson."

"What is it?" John was standing on top of the staircase, looking at them with confusion.

"She has a boyfriend." Mrs. Hudson said happily, clapping her hands together.

"She has a what?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." she argued, her eyes still on the diamonds.

"What is it then?"

She didn't know how to feel or what to feel.

Deep down she felt like a real woman. A woman someone, a very special someone, wants to court. A woman who's looked at as someone interesting, important and worth stealing for. She was flattered. Truly.

On the other hand she felt scared and confused. Jim Moriarty was still Jim Moriarty, and she was still the girl from Baker Street. With him she'll never feel completely at ease or safe, there'll always be a wall standing between them what they'll never be able to cross.

But still...

He was so interesting.

She looked up at John as she put the envelope in her pocket.

"I have a date."

Mrs. Hudson laughed in happiness.

She turned towards the stairs, her brain completely blocking John's voice out as it worked and worked, trying to figure Jim out.

Jim. He was already Jim in her head.

Then a strange question appeared in big letters in her mind like a neon sign:

Why nine?

[voiths]

Denial; Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft only seeked you out to deduce you (aka, how Mycroft realised he liked you).

John and Sherlock were, without a doubt, the loudest neighbours that Y/N had ever had.

Gunshots at God only knows what hour, constant stabbing, banging, and so on. Despite this, she still considered them dear friends and the best neighbours that she had ever had. Sure, they were weird and loud, but they were also kind and genuine, at least for the most part. Alongside this, they also appreciated her baking, especially after long cases.

A gentle knock sounded on the door the 221B catching the attention of three people.

“You can come in, Y/N,” Sherlock called from behind the door, greeting the woman with a nod before turning his attention back to Mycroft whilst John smiled at her.

“Hi, Sherly. Hi, John.” She smiled at the two friends before turning to the older Holmes brother. “Hi, Mr Holmes.” Y/N greeted him with a smile. Although she hadn’t met him before, it wasn’t difficult to deduce who he was; the expensive suit and the fact Sherlock was glaring at him gave it away.

“Sherly?” Mycroft spat, grimacing at the nickname given to his brother. “Who on Earth would you let call you that?” He asked.

“This is Y/N, our neighbour. What have you brought for us today? I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” The sweet smile Sherlock gave to the woman made Mycroft feel ill. He had no clue who this woman was and absolutely no idea why they seemed to be this close.

“Chocolate cake, sugar cookies, and love.” She joked, beginning to laugh at the way Mycroft audibly gagged. “I’m only kidding. No love.”

“I should certainly hope not,” came Mycroft’s response, one which simply made her laugh again.

“Are you jealous, Mycroft?”

“Because of the cake, he is.” Sherlock interrupted, waving Myrcoft off. “No, I won’t take the case. You can leave now.”

“This is an urgent matter, brother mine.”

“Don’t care.”

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, Mycroft lifted himself to his feet and prepared to leave.

“I’ll leave these with you, just in case you change your mind. Goodbye brother mine. John.” The hesitation was obvious on Mycroft’s face, despite how well he typically hid his emotions, as he faced Y/N.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Holmes.” Y/N smiled sweetly, earning a simple nod from him before he left.

Sherlock, who had leaned to grab the tub of baked goods from the woman’s hands, rolled his eyes as Mycroft left and immediately began to eat.

It wasn’t long until Y/N’s entire life had been researched.

There wasn’t much there. No criminal record, a few jobs, occasional moves, but no sign of her posing any danger to Sherlock and, by association, John. However, the way Mycroft felt upon seeing her was unusual, so he decided to do his own investigation.

“Morning, Mr Holmes,” he was greeted before he reached the empty counter. “Welcome to my bakery! Would you like anything?”

“Just a coffee, please. Black.” Mycroft nodded, not returning the smile she had given, despite the odd feeling it gave him. She was evil and he would prove it to Sherlock.

“Coming right up! Take a seat wherever you’d like, and I’ll bring it over.”

As Mycroft occupied a seat, he took a moment to properly assess the woman making his drink.

She didn’t seem threatening: a content smile on her lips as she prepared his coffee, humming a quiet tune that he barely picked up on. In fact, she didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all, but the feeling when he first saw her – a feeling Mycroft couldn’t explain – had him needing to investigate her further.

“Here you go, Mr Holmes.” Y/N said, placing a hot coffee and chocolate cake on the table in front of him. “Sherlock mentioned that you like cake, so I grabbed you some. It’s all on the house.”

“Why?”

With a small laugh, she responded without hesitation. “You’re Sherlock’s brother.”

How odd, Mycroft thought to himself. She doesn’t even know me and she’s giving me things for free…

Despite his thoughts, Mycroft simply nodded, watching as she took a seat opposite him. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s quiet today so I figured I’d try and keep you company the best I can. I’m sure you have better company than me, though.”

“I don’t mind,” he replied before even thinking. It was safe to say that he didn’t enjoy the way his chest felt whilst he watched her smile.

Maybe she’s a witch? No, don’t be stupid, Mycroft. They don’t exist.

“So,” Y/N’s voice broke the man from his thoughts. “It’s a funny story how me, Sherlock, and John met. I was actually working and Sherlock bursts in demanding to talk to me. My baking stuff had been found at a crime scene and he thought it was me!”

“How interesting.” Came Mycroft’s blunt reply, even if he was intrigued.

“You listened to it, so you must care, even just a little bit. I think that’s a win for me!”

Mycroft couldn’t help the tiniest smile that crawled onto his lips, but he internally prayed that nobody noticed it, especially her. She, however, seemed oblivious to the movement, simply staring over his shoulder and out of the window.

“Anyway, what was he like growing up? Was he like he is now? Blunt and rude?” Y/N asked with a giggle.

“He wasn’t, actually. He was rather sweet. He liked playing pretend with his friend; he always wanted a dog too.” Came Mycroft’s reply. “His favourite thing was pirates.” He said with a fond look in his eyes. Sherlock wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that he had told her, but he couldn’t resist answering her question.

Mycroft watched closely as the woman in front of him grinned, the bright and happy smile a nice contrast to what he was used to whilst working with the government. He couldn’t help but smile back, noting how her smile widened further as he did so.

“That’s sweet. I couldn’t imagine that, to be honest,”

It was time to ask the question that was on his mind. “Are you attracted to Sherlock?”

“Sherlock?” Y/N said, bursting into laughter. “No, absolutely not. He’s more like an annoying older brother. Same with John. We’re just friends, and, well, neighbours too.”

Confusion spread over Mycroft as she felt the weight on his shoulders lift at her words; she was telling the truth.

“How is she?” Sherlock asked the moment he answered the phone.

“How is who?” Mycroft’s voice sounded through the device.

“Y/N,”

“Why do you assume that I know?”

“It’s obvious you were there earlier.”

“…”

“Well, that and Mrs Hudson told us.”

“Of course she did.” Mycroft said with an involuntary roll of his eyes.

“So, how was it?”

“It was fine.”

“You like her then?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, you went to see her. It’s quite obvious, Mycroft. Come on, I thought you were smarter than that.”

Mycroft simply put the phone down.

He did not like her.

The next time that Mycroft came across Y/N was when it was raining.

He hadn’t wanted to seem ‘creepy’ by seeking her out again for more investigations and deductions, so he simply waited. She was friends with his brother, it wasn’t like their paths wouldn’t cross at some point. Besides, he didn’t want Sherlock to think that he liked her.

“Raining real bad tonight, isn’t it?” The driver spoke to Mycroft. He was new, so Mycroft couldn’t exactly blame him for attempting some type of conversation with him; it was still annoying, though.

Anthea, looking up from her phone was what caught Mycroft’s attention. “I feel bad for her.” She said, nodding towards a soaked woman. It only took Mycroft a moment to realise who it was.

“Pull over,” he stated bluntly, grabbing his umbrella. He simply ignored the look he was receiving from his assistant.

It had been a long day filled with rude customers, and to make it worse, it was raining, and she had forgotten her coat. Today couldn’t be going any worse for Y/N.

Shivering wildly and soaked to the core, Y/N huffed, watching the way her breath instantly evaporated; it was clearly below freezing, but she held out hope that the rain would stop and she would be home soon.

Her hope seemed to pay off, though, since she could no longer feel the rain. As she looked up at the sky, she spotted a familiar face.

“Mycroft?”

“Y/N.”

“What are you-“

“Get in.” He said, pointing towards the car before wordlessly leading her towards it, still holding the umbrella above her, even if he was getting wet.

“You don’t have to, Mycroft.” She said as he ushered her in and shut the door behind them both. “I mean, I’m soaking your car!”

Mycroft, who could feel the heat on his cheeks from their proximity, simply shook his head. He was too focused on the way her leg was pressed against his as she sat between him and Anthea who stared at her phone with a small smirk.

The ride was void of conversation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, the only noise was that of Y/N shivering.

After a moment of hesitation, Mycroft shrugged off his jacket and handed her it. “Here.”

There was no chance of refusal, Mycroft wouldn’t allow it, so with a quiet ‘thanks’, Y/N popped the jacket over her shoulders. He just found the chattering of her teeth annoying, was what he told himself.

As they arrived at the flats, Mycroft followed her out of the car.

“Thank you, Mr Holmes.” She said as they stood on the door of her flat.

“Mycroft is fine, Y/N.”

“Thank you… Mycroft.” She said with a small smile before bidding him a goodnight.

“I see you gave her your jacket,” Was all Sherlock said as Mycroft entered 221B.

It was hard. Very hard. Harder than anything Y/N had ever experienced. Having a crush was not easy as it was, but having feelings for Mycroft Holmes was the hardest thing in the world: he rarely showed emotion, he was blunt, he was rude, but most importantly to her, deep down, he was nice.

A small sigh left Y/N’s lips as she worked on her latest batch of cookies for the morning. He was on her mind… again. It was a common occurrence by now.

“We’re not open yet, sorry!” She called over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. As she turned around to see who it was and apologise again, a blush rushed to her cheeks. “Mycroft! What are you doing here?”

Mycroft stood there, umbrella in hand, and gave a simple shrug. “I was on my way to work so thought I would ‘pop in’ as people say.” He explained, earning a laugh from the baker.

“Modern phrases don’t suit you, Mycroft.” She teased.

With an amused shake of his head, Mycroft took a seat at the table nearest her.

“Want some cookies? They’re fresh out of the oven!”

Mycroft nodded with a grateful smile, always glad to have sweet treats. He would never turn down anyone’s desserts, least of all Y/N’s; not because he liked her and didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but because she was a good baker.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence, Mycroft gladly eating his cookies with an appreciative look whilst Y/N worked on her next batch. There was nothing awkward between them, and there, surprisingly, never had been.

“Are you not at work today?” Y/N broke the silence with a question that was bugging her. She could have sworn Mycroft had always worked this time over the months that she had known him.

Mycroft hesitated for a moment. He was supposed to be there right now but had decided to visit you before. It wasn’t like anyone could fire him for it, he was basically the British government, after all.

“Not yet,” he lied, and he was glad that he was a good liar.

“Oh, okay! I’m happy you came then. I don’t want to bother you.”

“You could never be a bother,” the words fell from his lips before he even registered what his thoughts, and he noticed the blush race up her cheeks, as did she with his.

“Thank you, Mycroft.”

As he stared at her and her rosy cheeks, a million thoughts went through his mind, but they were all related to one thing: her. It was in that moment that he realised the truth, he did like Y/N, and he had been attracted to her since the beginning; that was what he was feeling.

Oh dear…

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Do you take requests? If you do then I have one. Reader and Sherlock are in a relationship and she is feeling a bit traumatized of her past. Her traumatic childhood, all the raised fingers telling her she deserves nothing good. With Sherlock she forgot all of this until one night everything infront of her. And she thought Sherlock would see her the same way. And when Sherlock sees her this way what he does and all. A bit messy I know but thanks anyway!

Exceptional (Sherlock BBC x reader)

I hope you like it!

Warnings: Sherlock being Sherlock.

He was a cruel person himself in the way he spoke, so you felt trapped in your own feelings. Completely misunderstood. Which was strange, it was so unusual to feel misunderstood with Sherlock Holmes. Yes, he wouldn't give any kind of comfort, but he would instantly know what was going on and why it was happening. You knew that. You knew that the doubt would be dispelled by just telling him that you wanted to tell him something.

But it went beyond that.

It was related to his own perception of you. It wasn't about him giving you a detailed answer about the reasons for the rejection that others gave you. It was simply enough for him to think differently, for him to believe something, anything that made you think that everything that was ever said to you was a lie.

But you knew him. He was cruel and contemptuous. Suddenly he was simply thinking about a case, you told him something and if you were lucky enough to receive an answer, it was an objective reply from a busy man.

And you absolutely couldn't stop thinking about those sarcastic comments he constantly said, even to you.

You couldn't just tell him what was bothering you. No, you ran the risk of realizing your biggest fear: that he deep down believed the same thing those boys told you. That maybe he would give you an objective perspective and then see your teary eyes and not know what to say. It was typical of him. He had a hard time with that kind of thing: emotional situations. That's why, to this day, you didn't understand how you had any kind of romantic relationship.

He knew you were sad, he knew something was wrong. He understood what could have happened to you, but once he came in he stayed too long thinking about that case and forgot about everything.

You knew it.

You knew you didn't have his attention anymore. Your thoughts were clearly increasing, remembering how those boys constantly told you those comments that left you embarrassed, those that weakened you and made you unable to respond to defend yourself. And that haunted you, it couldn't get out of your mind.

“Okay, tell me what happened” Sherlock said, without taking his eyes off the test tubes.

Your skin crawled, there was no other choice. He already knew. It was obvious. You couldn't hide anything from him. No one, no one could hide anything from him.

“Nothing, nothing's wrong” You decided to say, knowing it wouldn't work.

He looked away from the test tubes, staring at the wall for a moment, visibly frustrated. He made great efforts not to say what was happening to you out loud, but he decided to control himself, but you knew that if you didn't say it yourself, he wouldn't be able to limit himself. His brain was going faster.

You knew it, he let you vent. That alone was enough for him.

“Am I distracting you?” You asked, already feeling the guilt in your body.

“Certainly yes” He answered, being brutally honest.

There was a moment of silence, while you planned your words. He was getting impatient, you could feel it. So you just said it. “What do you think of me?” You asked, feeling the nerves running through your skin.

He looked at you, suddenly. You lowered your head, feeling the embarrassment being completely transparent about it.

“I already told you when we met, your phone clearly indicated that you were going through a…” Sherlock began, doing exactly what he knows how to do.

“No, not that” You interrupted him.

He stopped. It was time to talk about it and by the way your hands were shaking he knew it would be serious. He slowly got up from his place, it was strange for him, to stop doing his things for someone. He had never done it and he was sure he would never do it for anyone else. In fact, he didn’t even do it for you. Only now. He sat next to you, looking at you with the typical eyes of a man whose nature was not exactly on the sensitive side, but cold and precise.

You had gotten used to his gaze.

He was uncomfortable, he had never shared an emotional moment with his brother. So he didn't have much experience in this kind of situation. He really hoped deep down that the answer he would give would ease your concern. The concern he easily deduced you had. But he let you, he let you say it, as a sign of respect for you. Maybe that was the most he could give you as Sherlock Holmes.

“When I was a child, people told me a lot of things,” you began, while your hands shook harder, “that I would never achieve anything good, that I was useless."

Silence.

And much more silence.

“Well, suddenly I think it's true,” you continued, without looking him in the eyes.

He found it absolutely strange. Although he did know, he knew what it was like to feel like that, inferior to someone, but that someone was Mycroft Holmes. Apart from him, there was never anyone else. Although well, maybe his university classmates when they were upset with him…

“Clearly you are none of those things,” he said, as if it were obvious. You shook your head. That wasn't enough.

“You are absolutely exceptional, to me” This time you he stared at you, serious.

You stared back at him, surprised. It was something Sherlock never said, never said to anyone. Suddenly, your mind knew that his opinion was much more important than all the others. Maybe that would calm your memories a little. You smiled at him. He smiled back.

And that was the first time, the first time Sherlock said something genuinely kind, without any kind of intention behind it. He really thought that. It made him think. You brought out that side of him, that side that made others feel like he was more than a cold and calculating man. Maybe he could understand your emotional and warm nature.

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I hate you~

Sherlock Holmes X Reader

//Enemies to lovers story. //

Warnings- SMUT, cussing, adult content 🤌

Y/n absolutely loathed Sherlock Holmes. She couldn’t stand the thought of him. She loved John though and she was always able to help when she could but since she worked at Scotland Yard she had no choice but bump into the consulting detective. He was always right and prideful about everything. So was she really excited to go to this Christmas party at 221B Baker street. No. She was dreading it. She was especially dreading it because Molly insisted they both dressed up in their prettiest outfits. She didn’t want to be in any space Sherlock was in. She very much disliked the man.

She looked at the door in front of her presents under her arm and the coat tugged tightly around her. She walks through the door a smiling Mrs Hudson beaming brightly at her.

“Oh hello dear! I was just on my way up. Do you need some help?” She asks making her way towards Y/n. She grins holding out some presents for Mrs Hudson to grab. She grabs the gifts the pair making their up the flight of stairs, Mrs Hudson opening up the door to the flat. There seemed to be only John and Sherlock here at the moment. Y/n mentally groans and rolls her eyes as she sees Sherlock on his chair playing around with his violin. John walks out of the kitchen holding a cup of tea.

“Hey! You’re right on time. The others should be showing up soon.” John says making his way towards Y/n giving her a small hug.

“I thought there would be people here by now.” Y/n giggles giving John an awkward hug back, she looks at Sherlock whos eyes were already on her. “Hello curls.”

Sherlock scoffs placing his violin down on the floor before standing up from his chair. “I knew I felt the IQ of the room go down.” He grumbles.

“That’s funny because I think that exact thought when I see you.” She smirks placing the presents down on the floor. By then people started walking in the door Y/n spotting the glare Sherlock gave her. Molly runs up to Y/n giving her a hug, her red dress tight against her body, the red lipstick looking fantastic on her.

“What are you doing! Take off that coat now.” Molly states. “I can’t be the only one that looks this fantastic.” She giggles lightly. Y/n rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know. I don’t like being the center of attention.” Y/n says shyly keeping her arms crossed.

“Come on. Take this off.” Molly mutters pulling at her coat. Y/n groans before taking off her coat revealing her black mini dress with a neckline. Molly whistles bringing the attention on Y/n. She mentally face palms herself the growing blush on her cheeks noticing the way everyone was looking at her. Greg makes his way towards her.

“Wow wow wow.” He compliments a beer in his hand. “Wonder where you’ve been hiding that body.” Greg flirts obviously already starting to get a little tipsy.

“I tend not to dress like this at work Greg.” She chuckles softly. Her blush growing at the attention she was getting, she wasn’t used to it all.

“Well if you did bet you all the lucky men would come after ya.” Greg chuckles leaning against the wall to support himself.

Sherlock gazed from afar watching Greg doing a horrible job at flirting with her. He hated the way she laughed at his jokes, he hated the way the dress looked absolutely breath taking on her, he hated her smile but he mostly hated the way it made him feel as she stood there talking to Lestrade. He shook his head making his way out the door he knew nobody would care if he stepped outside. He wrapped his trench coat around him tightly as he walked outside in the cold taking the cigarette box out of his pocket, taking the cigarette out and lighting it letting the nicotine hit his throat trying to drown out the sound of her laugh in his head. He was genius and he never understood why he constantly thought of the things that irritated him about her. He turned his head as he heard the door open and close. There she stood.

“You think I can have one of those?” She asked moving her way towards him. She didn’t even bother putting on her jacket, she couldn’t handle the attention or the flirting from Greg that she just ran out. Sherlock smirks slightly.

“Oh so you’re a smoker now?” Sherlock asked pulling out the pack of cigarettes holding out the carton signaling her to take one. She sighs and rolls her eyes.

“I’m not usually, I just couldn’t handle Greg anymore.” She mumbles grabbing the cigarette from the box bringing the bud between her lips. Sherlock watches her intently through his lashes watching the snow fall on top of her head, the way she shivered lightly from the cold hitting her bare skin.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He comments bringing up the lighter to her cigarette before lighting it. She inhales the nicotine holding it in her throat before letting the smoke out tilting her head as she does.

“For being the smartest detective you sure got that one wrong.” She laughed taking another puff.

“I’m never wrong.” He grumbles doing the same watching as she continued to shiver. “You’re also an idiot for coming out here without a coat.”

“I thought the cigarette would warm me up. I obviously was wrong.”

Sherlock sighs before taking his coat wrapping it around her shoulders. “You’re always wrong.” She warms up from the coat grateful for the heat covering her whole body.

“Not everyone can be as smart as Sherlock Holmes.” She states the first time she’s actually made a genuine compliment towards him. He smirks lightly tapping the ashes off his cigarette.

“So you do think I’m smart?” He asks turning his body towards her a smirk planted on his face amused at the sudden compliment.

“Oh shut up. You know you’re smart. You get told by everyone.” She says rolling her eyes.

“Yes…” he takes a deep breath. “But it’s more special coming from you.” He mumbles the last part quietly but she hears it. Her heart flattering somehow. She clears her throat before throwing the cigarette on the floor stepping on it to put it out.

“Well. Thank you for the coat and the cigarette.” She mumbles taking off the coat and handing it back to him. He smiles softly taking the coat out of her hand their hands slightly grazing. Y/n breath hitches at the contact, getting flustered she quickly turns her head before rushing back inside. Sherlock’s eyes following her as goes back in. Maybe he did understand why he hated her so much…

Sherlock made his way out of the kitchen after everyone left to avoid all the hugs and byes from everyone. That’s when he saw Y/n picking up trash and cleaning up from the party.

“Where’s John?” Sherlock’s asks watching her every move. She looks up at him.

“Taking that new girlfriend of his home.” She says with a slight shrug. Her eyes look into his softening, as his gaze was piercing back into hers. She clears her throat looking away from his gaze. Sherlock walks over to her grabbing the trash from her hands once again their hands accidentally touching. She freezes and so does he. He doesn’t let go of the contact and she doesn’t seem to as well. They gaze at their hands touching. Y/n doesn’t know what to feel, she hated Sherlock Holmes, she hated the way that he was always right, she hated everything about him- but did she? Sherlock gently grabs her hand the trash dropping down on the floor.

“You know, I’ve always wondered how you were able to work as a cop with these tiny hands.” He mumbled softly examining her small hands. “You look like you couldn’t hurt a fly but yet you could do more than hurt a fly.” His eyes moves from her hand back into her eyes. She looks back at those piercing blue eyes, the blush visible on her face.

“Why do you do that?” She breathed out her hand never pulling out of his. He cocks his head to the side his eyes full of curiosity.

“Do what?” He whispers gently his hands interlocking with hers.

“Make it incredibly difficult to continue to hate you right now.” She whispers back her eyes flickering between his eyes trying to see if this was indeed real.

“Because you don’t hate me.” His hands move to her wrist a small smile on his face. “You ever think that you don’t actually hate me but instead confuse that hatefulness for something else?”

“I hate you Sherlock Holmes.” She mumbles her voice wavering slightly not quite believing her own words.

“You hate me huh?” He smirks slightly. “Then tell me why your eyes are dilated… tell me why your heart rate is increasing by just me touching you right now?” He brings her wrist to his lips placing a delicate kiss on the wrist. “I thought I hated you too but realized I too was mistaking it for something else.”

She couldn’t breathe. Her head was spinning from what was happening. Maybe she didn’t hate him, maybe he was right. Her mouth felt dry from leaving her mouth slightly open from the scene unfolding in front of her.

“What is that something else?” She asks not realizing she moved herself closer to him.

“That’s for me to know.” He smirks noticing a piece of hair falling in front of her face. He gently tucks the piece of hair behind her ear his eyes never leaving hers once again. It was like her eyes were drugs and he was addicted to it. He moved his hand onto her cheek feeling the warmth of her blush under his hand. Her heart was beating as his hand laid innocently on her cheek and she couldn’t help but blush at the contact. She flicked her eyes down to his beautiful plumped lips. Sherlock moved his face closer to hers noticing the way she was looking at him, knowing it was a confirmation. He cups both of her cheeks smashing his lips against hers. Her hands automatically making their way up his hair as she stood on her tiptoes.

The kiss was deep and passionate. She didn’t want to pull back as much as he didn’t want too. Sherlock moved his hand and grab the back of her head, turning his head to get more access of her mouth pushing her head towards him more so he could explore her mouth. She let out a tiny moan which lit something up in Sherlock Holmes. He pulls back slightly from the deep kiss before grabbing her thighs and making her wrap her legs around his waist which she does flawlessly.

“I’m supposed to hate you Sherlock Holmes.” She groans as his lips make contact against her neck moving her back against the wall. Y/n was surprised how well he knew all the weak points and how well he was able to execute this. He pulls back from her neck a well knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“You won’t hate me after I’m done.”

Her stomach felt like a punches of knifes stabbing her from the inside. Which a lot of people say would butterflies but she hated that word. She also felt another thing she has never felt with Sherlock around. The arousal that grew in between her legs. She brings her lips close to his ear before whispering.

“Then make me not hate you.”

Sherlock head was spinning at the way she instantly changed from shy to seductive and he absolutely loved it. She bit her lower lip watching the way he was staring at her. A face she’s never seen Sherlock wear. Full of admiration. His hand makes his way towards the back of her head bringing her mouth to kiss once again but this time passionate and sweet. She lightly nibbles the bottom of his lip a groan escaping his mouth. He grips onto her thighs, her dress hitching up and he couldn’t help but move his hand up to make it hitch up more. Her breathing becomes uneven by just the way he simply touches her with his soft touch. His hand makes its way towards the back of her dress slowly unzipping the garment off. The dress falls slightly her bra exposing to him. He takes her off against the wall holding onto her tightly as he makes his way towards the couch and placing her back against the soft cushion his body hovering above hers. He pulls back from the kiss taking off her dress with a slight hesitation to make sure if she wanted to say no she could. Instead she continues to look at him with her bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You could say no anytime, ok?” He whispers gently his fingers tracing up and down her arm as he looked down at her bra and underwear.

“I don’t want to say no.” She breaths out. Usually she would feel insecure about the way she felt about her body but the way he looked at her it didn’t matter anymore. She felt safe around him. Even when he was being a dick she knew she could always trust and be safe next to Sherlock Holmes. He smirks slightly his hand moving from her arm down to her lower stomach playing with the top of her panties.

“Good. Cause I really don’t want to stop.” He smirks before slowly taking off the underwear his eyes never leaving hers. She hitches her breath as he takes off the panties and his mouth immediately attaching to her core. She gasps as he feels his tongue flicking her clit with such possession. She rolls her eyes back her head tilting backwards her hands going to his curls and tugging on them lightly. She feels his smirk against her his hands gripping onto her thighs to spread her open some more. She gasped even louder feeling his tongue dart around inside of her, her back arching to feel more of him.

“Oh god Sherlock.” She breaths out gripping onto his hair tighter. Sherlock groans at the tug which sent vibrations down onto her core. She whines at the sudden sensation. She felt herself getting closer to her edge and Sherlock could sense it because he immediately pulled his face back.

“No dear. I only want you to cum while inside of you.”He says licking his lips loving the sweet taste of her. “Now I think I’m wearing too much clothes. Do you think you could help me out.” He smirks his body hovering over her once again she blushes before nodding slowly. She brings her hands up to his button up before slowly undoing every button while making eye contact with him the entire time. Her eyes widen seeing the toned body of his. Yes he was skinny she always knew that but she never knew he was this… toned. She was about to take off the button up before he grabs her wrist and stops her. “Keep it on. I know you like the sight of this instead.” He kisses her wrist before he moves her hand down to his trousers. She wanted to moan at just the way his deep silky voice was talking to her. The way he was controlling everything she was doing. She unbuttons his pants sliding them down to his legs until she couldn’t anymore. Sherlock kicks off the trousers, her eyes darting towards his bulge that was desperately waiting to fling out. He sits himself up before taking off his underwear himself throwing it to the side.

She blushed at the sight of him basically fully naked. Except for the purple button up that stayed on his arms but showed his exposed chest. He moves his hand on her cheek his body hovering over hers. He places a small kiss on her lips.

“I can stop right now. Is this okay still?” He asks his eyes searching hers to figure out if she was still okay with it.

“I’m okay. This is okay.” She smiles softly. He grins before positioning himself and entering her. She gasped loudly covering her mouth as she does so. Sherlock groans his hand moving to the back of the couch above her head as he slowly pushes himself in feeling the tightness of her and the wet warmth feeling surrounding him.

“Fuck oh my god.” He grunts out he pauses waiting for her to adjust to him. She looks at him and nods signaling she was ready. He moves his dick deeper inside of her, her moaning softly as he does. He was loving the sounds she was making, he was hopeful he would be the only one to listen to them from now on. He feels her starting to adjust faster. He smirks gripping onto her thighs before moving his hips against her a little faster. She wraps her legs around his waist feeling him deeper inside of her. Sherlock grabs the back of her hair moving her head and capturing her lips into a deep passionate kiss. She moans against his lips as he continues to a good pace. “Fuck I love you.” He mumbles into her mouth. Her eyes widen at the confession, her heart fluttering against her chest. Fuck. That shouldn’t have turned her on just as much as what he was doing.

“Faster Sherlock.” She gasped out her hands moving to his back her nails gripping onto his shoulder blades. Sherlock grunts pulling his body back gripping onto her hips before moving her body up and down watching the way her breast bounced from the way his pace went faster. She moaned loudly tilting her head back and arching her back to get more of him somehow.

The sound of skin slapping made Sherlock go faster gripping harder onto her hips as he felt himself so so close to the edge. Y/n was moaning out profanities and moaning his name over and over again. Which made Sherlock’s heart burst. He watched as her breasts bounced, his dick going in and out of her, the sweat beads on her forehead, and her voice moaning out his name. She looked so beautiful in this perfect moment he thought. He felt himself about to explode and he felt her starting to tighten around his length.

“I-I’m gonna cum.” Y/n whimpers.

“I know, cum my love.” He grunts out his pace becoming sloppy as he was close to his high. He felt her clutch around him.

“Fuck! I love you Sherlock.” She moans out as she reached her high. Sherlock stomach fluttered instantly pulling out of her before reaching his orgasm and his cum on her stomach. Y/n breathing was uneven as she looked at Sherlock her cheeks flushed realizing what she just said. Sherlock smiles softly standing up from the couch wanting to chuckle at the confused look on her face.

“I’m getting a rag to clean you up love.” Sherlock chuckles softly grabbing a rag from the bathroom putting some warm water on it. He made his way back pausing as he looked at her. She looked like she should be at a museum, her breathing uneven, her hair sticking out everywhere but her face was flushed and beautiful, her body was another story even with clothes on it was definitely art he thought. He made his way over before cleaning up his mess on her stomach. She watched as he did so a small smile on her face.

“Thanks.” She whispers softly. He looks up at her the hair on his forehead stuck with the sweat. He throws the rag off to the side his focus back at her.

“So. Did I change your mind?” He smirks softly grabbing a blanket placing it on top of her before scooting himself behind her to spoon her on the couch. Y/n blushes turning her head away from him.

“Maybe?” She teases. He grabs her chin with finger and thumb making her look at him.

“You’re going to make a consulting detective reconsider that he was wrong about love being a defect?” He asked his gaze never leaving hers. A small smile shines on her lips.

“I wouldn’t mind that actually.” She jokes. He chuckles deeply wrapping an arm around her waist as she turns her body to face him.

“Well, I was an idiot and a jerk to you. Ever since I saw you I thought the feeling was hatred and annoyance. Even though you still annoy me but I kind of find it endearing now. The reason why you drive me crazy is because I’ve never felt this was about someone and it drives me insane. I’ve literally fallen in love with you and that makes me pathetic.” He smiles softly. He just fell in love with her, but made it his Sherlock way.

“I love you too Sherlock Holmes.” She giggles as he smiled brightly before placing a soft kiss on his lips. The door opens and both of them whipping their heads to see John frozen in the door way.

“Really you couldn’t do this maybe in the bedroom!” John says rubbing his face with his hands.

“I like to do my experimenting in the living room.” Sherlock says with a smirk written on his face.

“Oh hush! Oh god when did this even happen. Bloody hell I thought you hated each other. Why does this happen to me!” John groans making his way into his bedroom. Y/n and Sherlock look at each other before bursting out laughing.

“He’s not doing to be able to handle us anymore.” Y/n giggles. Sherlock grins.

“How many times I’ve heard him with other girls in his room. This is just payback now.”

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☾ JJK Men and their kinks ☽

𑁍 Warnings: sexual content, public sexual doings,𑁍

𑁍 Characters featured: Satoru Gojo, Geto Suguru, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro 𑁍

❥ Satoru Gojo

Exhibitionism: He does not care if someone sees no he will like it even more. Wants to show the world just how good he can make you feel. One of his favourite things to do is after a job is done, is drag you into an alleyway just to push you against the wall and pound into you. Will make you wear a skirt and steal your underwear so people see your juices mixed with his cum running down your thighs.

Marking/Claiming: While swiping through social media he came across collaring once and immediately knew what he was gonna do. Pays multiple very popular fashion brands to make collars with his name on it just for you and he will make you wear them whenever you go outside. But of course it doesnt stop there. Your entire body will be covered in hickeys and he is not afraid of giving you one right in front of people.

❥ Geto Suguru

Humiliation: Loves to degrade you and call you filthy names. Has you completely naked grinding on his thigh while he is completely clothed. Calling you his pathetic little toy. Whenever you won‘t behave he will have you completely naked for the entire day while making you do stuff. If you‘re not crying and whining underneath him he didnt do well enough.

Edging: If you‘re being a brat he while deny your orgasms until you‘re sobbing and begging him to forgiveness. He doesnt care how long it will take, a few minutes or multiple hours he stays patient. Will have you tied down on the bed with a vibrator against your clit or inside of you on the setting that will have you constantly on the verge of orgasm but never push you over the edge.

❥ Kento Nanami

Shibari/Bondage: Has a box of ropes, handcuffs and other sorts of stuff always under his bed. The first time you allowed him to do full body shibari he had your arms tied behind your back and your knees bent while you‘re face down on the bed. Seeing you squirm against the binds and try to get away from the pleasure is one of his favourite views. (Also quite often uses blindfolds on you)

Overstimulation: If he makes you cum, he will do it the right way. Won‘t pound into you unless you‘ve cum many times either through his mouth, fingers or toys. Will not stop if you‘re begging him to slow down telling him it‘s too much. He will only stop if you use the safeword. You‘re always completely drunk of pleasure after he is done with you.

❥ Toji Fushiguro

Size kink: Of course he loves it if you are smaller than him. This way he can manhandle you however he wants. But it‘s not only about size but also about strength. Pushing your small hands down with one of his big hands on your wrists. Seeing how when he lays his thick cock on your stomach it reaches till your belly button. He absolutely loves it.

Riding: Wether it‘s face riding or having you bouncing on his lap he likes it a lot. After he comes home from an exhausting job it‘s the first thing he wants to do. Seeing you bounce on his cock with your chest in his face. His hands forming marks on your hips with how hard he is gripping you. Or gripping your thighs and holding you down while your grinding his face.

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NANAMI is 100% a spanker.

He loves your ass. He could just stare at you for hours on end, no matter what you’re wearing at the time. Be it a pencil skirt, yoga pants, sport shorts or a dress. He could just stand there and watch you move, glutes moving up and down, hips swaying. It makes him swoon.

And while he could stand and stare, he’d much rather feel it up against his palm. He’d slap your buttocks once he walks past you, soft and teasing. Depending on your response the situation elevates. 

More times than not you find yourself sprawled out on his lap, his hands colliding with the skin multiple times over until he can feel it get warmer. His ears are immune to your cries,gasping at the force that comes with the loud clapping. Sometimes he’d stop to tease your clit gently, fingertips rubbing the bundle of nerves to hear a soft moan from you or have you tighten your shaking thighs over his palm. But it’s not too long before his hand is swinging in the air and against your reddened ass.

At some other occasions, he finds himself subconsciously feeling your ass in the morning. His large hands explore the soft flesh, squishing it tightly in his palm and giving it light slaps every so often.

GOJO, on the other hand, is a hair puller.

Honestly, there is no specific reason that he likes to pull your hair so much. Mostly he just likes the feeling of your hair filling into his fist, no matter the length of it, locks running between his fingers. It's an oddly satisfying to him .

He’s very random with it, too. Satoru would approach you while doing the dishes, one second his arms are wrapped lovingly around your waist, and the next his hand fists as much as it can of your hair and tugs at it “A-a- ah- Satoru– let go, seriously,” You’d grumble, face scrunched at the suddenness of it. “Mm, Gotta ask nicely, baby,” his hand continues to grab your hair tightly. Judging by the amused smirk on his face, he’s just messing around. Must get a kick out of it.

It’s another reason he loves seeing you on your knees before him. Your mouth consumes so much of his length, hands pumping whatever your mouth couldn’t fit in. All Satoru has to do is sit back, feel good, and pull at your hair. It’s easy control. And Satoru loves this control, as if steering your head however he likes. Not that your skilled mouth needs direction. 

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fem!reader, heaps of cum, somnophilia, handjob, blowjob, lots of masturbation, its just mindless smut so um... yea.... i need to go to horny jail fr for this one.

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I just need more perv!sukuna man.... fucking pathetic and desperate and horny, i want him with that degenerate behaviour. hes alr a horny ass mf but ohhh my goodness do YOU light a fire in him that nobody else can... You make him question his fucking dignity bc he gets a raging boner every time you do the bare minimum...

Perv!sukuna who needs to take a bathroom break every now and then around you bc his dick just wont stay down - fucking his fist desperately in a toilet stall being as quiet as possible because this is so out of character for his image, he's supposed to be the nonchalant, mean, coldhearted guy!!

Perv!sukuna who shudders from how turned on he is at the simplest things you might do, like when you bump into him on accident and the scent of your perfume hits his nose like an aphrodisiac, he wants to bury his face against the crook of your neck and inhale deeply - let the smell of you reach deep into his lungs. he wants to run his tongue across your skin so he can check if you taste as good as you smell.

Perv!sukuna who eventually makes his moves on you slowly... but its really difficult when every little kiss makes all the blood rush to his cock. He drops you off to your house after a date, and he makes out with you a little bit in his car before you have to leave, and there, he's sitting in the driver's seat with a tent in his pants. He waits until the window to your room lights up, and begins to stroke himself while thinking about how're you're probably stripping in your bedroom right now, to change your clothes. and speaking of clothes....

Perv!sukuna who likes to bring any of your scented clothes against his nose and jack off vigorously, unable to get enough of it. eyes rolling back when that orgasm hits him while every breath he takes in has your smell embedded in it.

Perv!sukuna who somehow manages to snatch up one of your panties one day and jerks himself off with it... he didn't want to cum directly on it yet, but he couldn't help himself and soiled it so quickly. he'll need to wash it now, and your scent's gonna be lost. if that's the case, he'll just use it a few more times to get himself off. (by the end of it, he's ruined it beyond washing with his seed by going a bit overboard...)

Perv!sukuna who starts nosebleeding the first time he actually gets to wet his dick with your pussy. You were mortified when drops of blood started running down from his nose once his cock was inside you. He wipes it away with tissues from your bedside and insists hes fine with a wolfish grin... he's just overtly aroused. that night, he wound up using a whole box of condoms from just your cunt alone. milked completely. so satiated. at one point, he had forgotten to change condoms after cumming once and blew a couple of loads into the same one, making you balloon up a bit.

Perv!sukuna who has a libido of an endless pit, he can stay hard and just cum over and over and over again... could stuff you so full you'll be pushing his seed out of yourself for literal days after having sex with him, once you're on the pill. he's just dumped his seed into you but his hips are still thrusting, cock heavy and ready to give you another one without pulling out once.

Perv!sukuna who is obsessed with any and every part of your body. the way he gropes your tits, ass, thighs, hips, etc. resembles a perverted old man - those grabby hands are always finding a way to squish your flesh whatever chance he gets. those large, searing and calloused hands are constantly gliding across your skin, making you wet your panties without failing all the damn time. his arms snake under your clothes very sneakily. you can push him away and verbally chastise him all you want, but you can't hide how much you enjoy all of it...

Perv!sukuna who becomes relentless with somnophilia once you give him the consent-- it starts off with just pathetic and desperate dry humping, but soon you'll be waking up with his dick anywhere on the surface of your skin or inside you, and you're greeted with a 'good morning' that's riddled with a deep groan, followed by ropes of his hot cum spilling in or onto you.

Perv!sukuna who just HAS to drag you to somewhere like the public toilets, in order to get you to suck him off or stroke him or SOMETHING bc his boner is getting too painful (you caressed his thigh). you always opt for jerking him off when you're outside, because things tend to get too messy when you let him in. he has no self control smh... now he's fucking YOUR fist in a stall, panting in your ear and saying things like "fuck, yes, baby... squeeze me more- fuu-ck," before painting the toilet with spurts of his cum. you grip firmly onto the base of his dick and he almost buckles over from the pleasure. you feel his pulsating cock in your hand and bite your lip hard.

Perv!sukuna who gets an oral fixation after you gave him head once. things get difficult for you. those pretty lips wrapped around his erection makes him absolutely feral. now he's thrusting in and out of your throat mumbling "fuck- i can't- help myself-" because you're tightening up on him so nicely and it feels too good. releases straight inside with your nose pressed onto his pubic bone, hips jerking as you feel the spurts hit the back of your throat and seep down to your stomach. his eyes half-lidded, high from the pleasure.

sukuna might be the greatest pervert of all time, but what does it say about you when you stay with him regardless? you enjoy being his live fuck toy. thankfully, he gives you great aftercare and spoils you silly behind the scenes. (i wasnt bothered to write the romance aspects so please imagine it yourselves <3) the way i wanted to add MORE but refrained bc it would get a bit too repetitive :)

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