Barrel's Goddess 2

Anything: BBC Sherlock X Reader

A/N: Woo hoo, first Sherlock imagine! Let me know what you think?

WARNING(S): Sally Donovan being an idiot

You took a deep breath and walked up to your boss’ office before tentatively knocking on the door to which Greg said, “Come in!”

Opening the door, you stepped inside and your gaze immediately fell on the tall, handsome detective with his messed-up curls framing his concentrated face.

“Sherlock,” you began in a pleading sort of tone.

“Ah, Y/N,” Sherlock greeted, “The girl is up to talking, then?”

You looked at him before sighing, “Sherlock – look, this girl’s been through a kidnapping and her brother is lying unconscious at a hospital – bloody hell, she’s just seven! Just – can you – please be gentle, just this once?”

“What her point is beneath those much-too kind words,” Greg explained, “Just anything you can do to –”

“Not be myself,” Sherlock finished monotonously.

Greg awkwardly looked at him, “Well, it can’t hurt.”

You, Sherlock, Greg, John and Donovan walked together to the room where the little girl was sitting, next to a psychiatrist.

She was staring determinedly at her knees and her tiny face looked so sad that it made you hate Moriarty, if possible, even more.

Sherlock walked closer to her and said in what he hoped was an understanding voice, “Claudette, I know you’ve been through a lot –”

There was nothing left to say. Claudette took one look at Sherlock’s face and emitted a loud, piercing, bloodcurdling scream that echoed off the walls of the isolated room.

“Okay, alright,” you placed a hand on Sherlock’s arm. He was looking perplexed.

“Sherlock – let’s just leave,” you muttered, steering him out of the room and back into Greg’s office. Minutes later, the rest of them came running in.

“Makes no sense,” John frowned.

“Poor thing’s traumatised,” Greg sighed, “Something about Sherlock reminds her of the kidnapper.”

You looked at Sherlock warily, suddenly realising that he’d not uttered a single word during the conversation, but was determinedly staring out the window.

“Hey, don’t let it get to you,” Greg joked, “I always feeling like screaming when you walk into a room. In fact, a lot of us do. Come on.”

He left the room.

You threw one last furtive glance in Sherlock’s direction.

“Okay, come on,” you said gently, “You need to get home – it’s been a long day.”

As you made to steer him out of the room, Sally spoke up.

“Brilliant work you did, finding those kids with just a footprint. Really amazing –”

“Thank you,” Sherlock curtly responded.

“ – unbelievable,” Sally finished with a cold demeanour.

“Sally,” you warningly said, “Don’t listen to her – come on, let’s go.”

Not entirely convinced, Sally glared after the detective’s retreating form.

—-

“Sally, this is ridiculous, you hear me?!” you shouted, “Ridiculous.”

“Y/N – look at my position here!” Sally yelled, “He’s just absolutely – well, brilliant! It’s unrealistic! It’s not – it’s not right!”

“He’s different, is what you mean to say,” you snapped, “And that annoys you, does it? Because he’s not like you, or Andersen, or Greg – or even me?”

“I told you when I first saw him, I didn’t like the look of him –”

“So you’re saying he’s touched in the head?!” you yelled, “That he’s crazy?! Listen – to – me – Sally!” you pleaded, “Sherlock is not a lunatic, he’s not a fraud, and not a liar!”

“Then why did that little girl start screaming?” Sally asked.

“I – well,” you sputtered.

Sally smirked knowing you were lost for words.

“Girl of seven years of age, kidnapped a week ago, sees Sherlock and starts bellowing her head off – a man she’s never seen before,” Sally said, “Or has she?”

“Are you crazy?” you yelled, “Why would Sherlock do something like that?!”

“Sally, listen to me,” you said in a more pleading tone, “I know you don’t like him and I know he’s not a very open person. And I realise that you’ve not got much to go on about his personality apart from his cases. But listen to me, Sally – Sherlock is not a bad person. He would never do that to a kid! To anyone, for that matter! Don’t you see what Moriarty’s trying to do? He’s trying to sow doubt into the minds of whoever are closest to him and others as well!”

Sally scoffed, “Really, Y/N? You of all people bought into that bullshit about Moriarty?”

“Sally –”

“We don’t have time for this, Y/N, Lestrade’s already approved an arrest warrant. Now, I want you to stay away from the scene – you’ll only make it worse.”

“Make it – Sally, he’s my friend!” you yelled.

“And I’m your colleague who bears a message from your employer that you will get fired if you don’t follow instructions.”

—–

“So – he refused?” you asked in mock bedazzlement.

“What was he, some sort of private eye?” asked the superintendent.

“He was – we were,” Greg began.

“ – consulting with him, that’s what you told me,” said the superintendent, “Have you used him on any proper cases?”

“One or two, sir,” you said pleadingly.

“Or twenty or thirty,” Andersen muttered under his breath as you disbelievingly looked at him.

“What?! This – private detective, has no authorisation and you give him access to all sorts of classified information?! You’re a bloody idiot, Lestrade! Now go, fetch him in, right now!”

“Sir –” you began, “I’m not going to – arrest my own friend.”

“Safety before sentiment, L/N,” he growled, “I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend, I don’t care if you’re pregnant with his child – he’s a suspect in a case and I own this section of Scotland Yard, I can get you fired like that,” he snapped his fingers, “Clear?”

You turned faintly pink, “Y-yes sir.”

—–

You walked into 221B Baker Street straight up to Sherlock’s living room, keeping your face as impassive as possible.

“Sherlock Holmes, I’m placing you under arrest on charges of abduction,” you monotonously recited.

Though he normally would have insulted an officer in his face and told them to sod off, Sherlock took one look at your pained expression and quietly wrapped his scarf around his neck.

You extracted a pair of handcuffs and, with enormous difficulty, placed them on his wrist.

“God, I’m so sorry Sherlock,” you whispered so quietly that nobody except him heard you, “I promise this’ll be over soon, I promise.”

“ – and on charges of being involved in several other suspected cases,” you finished.

Sherlock looked at you again before saying, “Alright.”

“What – no, it’s not alright,” John sputtered, “This is ridiculous – Y/N! Y/N come on, don’t tell me you –”

“Don’t try to interfere or I’ll arrest you too,” you told John, your voice cracking with the agony the situation was causing you. John gaped at you but spoke no more.

As Sally took over Sherlock and dragged him downstairs, the chief superintendent strolled inside, taking a brief look over his apartment.

“Dottiness, that’s what he radiates,” he muttered, “Took one look at his face and knew it. He’s a bloody lunatic.”

“Apologies, sir,” you said, beginning to lose your cool, “But Sherlock Holmes seems a perfectly sane man to all of us.”

“Is that so?” he asked in a mocking way, “We’ll see what you’ve got to say when he’s convicted for all the murders he’s done just to show off –”

——

Sherlock was staring determinedly at his knees when your voice made him look up.

You were running out of his flat door as if your life depended on it.

“Hand – over – this – prisoner – to me,” you panted, coming to a halt, “Chief’s orders.”

The officers looked confused but guided Sherlock to your side.

“What are you doing?” he asked you out of the corner of his mouth.

“Getting you the hell out of here,” you answered out of the corner of yours, “Right, we’ve got around five seconds before they realise something is –”

“Stop! STOP!” the chief came running outside, his face grotesquely bloody from the punch you’d aimed at him, “STOP THAT WOMAN!”

The officers seemed to realise it was wrong to hand Sherlock over to you but they were too late. You grabbed the gun sitting in your pocket and pointed it around.

“Get on your knees! Everyone! I swear, I will shoot!” you screamed like a maniac.

“Open fire –” the chief began.

“NO, JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS!” Greg bellowed over the commotion, “WE CAN’T AFFORD SERGEANT L/N’S DEATH IN THE CURRENT CLIMATE!”

You felt an inexplicable rush of gratitude towards Greg.

Everyone reluctantly sunk to their knees.

You menacingly made to raise the gun again to get Sherlock out of there but your hand was restrained by something. You looked down in surprise to see one of Sherlock’s hands free of handcuffs due to the reason that it had been placed onto yours, cuffing you two together.

“Don’t move!” yelled Sherlock. Nobody complied.

He raised your connected hands and shot into the air as you yelped in shock.

“Don’t move or I will kill this woman!” Sherlock pointed a gun to your head. Immediately, you caught on.

“Please, don’t move!” you said in a very convincing teary voice, “I’m his – his –”

“My hostage!” Sherlock yelled helpfully.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered to yourself.

Sherlock’s cuffed hand dragged you gently further and further away from the scene.

“Now what?” you whispered.

“Improvisation,” Sherlock responded, “Run.”

You barely had time to register it as he took off sprinting, dragging you along with him. After a few blocks, you gained a clumsy coordination and you finally stopped at a gate with no way ahead.

Sherlock tutted in annoyance and jumped over the gate.

“What – you bloody twat, I’m not jumping off of that!” you yelled.

“No time to negotiate, Y/N!” Sherlock yelled, “Move to your right, and jump! Now!”

You shook your head but police sirens were gaining on you so you had no choice. Closing your eyes and shouting a prayer to the heavens, you jumped off and landed straight into Sherlock’s arms.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you walked forward, as far away as possible. When you finally reached a secluded spot, Sherlock turned to you, both of you panting.

“You’re alright?”

“What – why, why did you do that?” you gasped, clutching a stitch in your side, “Now they’re going to think you’re a bloody psychopath, I had it under control!”

“You would have lost your job,” Sherlock snapped at you.

You scoffed, “I’d rather be unemployed than work at a place that’s trying to hurt my friend!”

Sherlock looked at you seriously, not blinking in the least.

“You would – you would be prepared to risk your job for me?” he clarified.

“Yes!” you yelled, “Of course I’d be prepared to risk my job for you!”

“Why?” Sherlock abruptly asked, “Nobody ever does anything without a reason, tell. Me. Why. This is – this is inhumane, this – this feeling I get around you these days – I don’t know if it’s you or me –”

“I think - it’s both of us,” you said quietly, “It’s called attraction, Sherlock. I think – I think you – you fancy me.”

“I’m beginning to think so too,” Sherlock muttered, messing up his hair, “But you didn’t answer my question. Why?”

You sighed.

“Sherlock.” you seriously said, “Sometimes you don’t need a reason to be nice to someone. I’d risk my life for you, Sherlock. I’d do anything for you.”

There was nothing more to be said. After staring at you in serious concentration, Sherlock inched closer to your face. You could feel his breath fanning your face and his gaze was fixed upon your lips as yours, on his. Your lips collided in a spontaneous kiss and the next moment, you were fisting his shirt and pulling him closer to you, holding on as tightly as possible.

Sure, the world was beginning to crumble around Sherlock, but that could wait.

All that mattered in that moment, was you and the feeling of your body pressed up against his on the cold winter’s night.

A/N: So do you think Sherlock is a field I should write more fanfics in?

Imagine: Being in a Poly Relationship with Harley and Joker:

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : the weather is bad and your dad, whose been picking you up after late shifts, is out of town so he’s sent his best friend bucky to take his little girl home. who is bucky to refuse?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dad’s best friend!bucky barnes x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4,215 words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :  (  MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+  )  teasing, age gap (bucky is late 30s, reader is 22-23?), undefined relationship, praise kink, thigh riding, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving mentioned), dirty talk, pet names (sweets/sweetheart, honey, baby/doll), unprotected sex  ( don’t risk it, wrap ya biscuit! ), creampie, cumplay.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :  i really said to myself “hey why don’t u write something small abt this au!bucky” and then it took two days and made my brain melt out through my bad ear. anyway, please don’t reupload, repost or translate my work. i only post on tumblr, so if you see this elsewhere know that it isn’t me. once again, i ask that MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+

“You better be careful, what with this weather” Your boss, Tom, calls as you pull on your jacket, having so graciously offered to finish closing up on his own so you could get a head start to try and beat the worst of the wind and rain. You’re babbling your thanks to him once again when the bell above the diner door gives a jingle, your ride home entering. Your boss is about to shoo him away, telling him that they’re closed but you cut in, “Don’t worry, this is just Bucky. My dad asked him to pick me up, cause he’s outta town”.

“Y’ready, doll?” Bucky calls out with his familiar drawl, opening the door back up and letting a large gust of wind and rain into the diner. You make a point to dart straight out, shouting your good nights and final thank you to Tom as you rush to Bucky’s car, earning a chuckle from the pair. The parking around the diner isn’t that expansive, but it’s dark and you find yourself halting as you look out for it, only for Bucky’s hand to find the small of your back and guide you instead.

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No bc you know something's wrong when EVEN this mf would be a better Captain America than John Walker

Y'ALL KNOW I'M RIGHT

my true love

saw this on tt and thought I'd share here cause it's sweet

dbf!steve + golden boy reputation + your dad constantly teasing him about settling down + him meeting you someplace quiet in your house to absolutely ruin you and whisper all the filth he can in your eyes.

— 🦩

god & steve is very a oh i don’t really ever wanna get married type of guy but then he meets you and it’s supposed to be just a fling but turns out, he’s falling in love with you

so when you’re away at his cabin and he’s whispering sweet filth into your ear as he rocks his hips against yours he mumbles “be mine, i don’t wanna share you with anyone else, sweetheart.” 🥺

Touch Starved

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: It’s taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: none, just fluff and soft Sherlock

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written for Sherlock and I think it’s about time I go back to my roots :)

You hadn’t noticed it before now.

You hadn’t noticed when his fingers would drag across your palm when you released his hand, almost as if he were hesitant to let you go. You hadn’t noticed when his hold on you tightened and your shirt bunched in his fists each time he had his arms around you. You hadn’t noticed when his eyes softened and slid shut when your hand fondly made its way through his hair.

But now, as you lay together in the quaint living room of 221B it was clear as day. You suddenly couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before. Sherlock Holmes was touch starved.

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tidal // steve rogers 🌊

↳ summary: tony doesn’t trust his kid and steve has to play mediator, although those duties don’t come without a reward

↳ relationship: dad’s best friend!steve rogers x stark!reader

↳ request: steve defending his soft girl when she starts crying when someone yelled at her…maybe she thanks him by putting her mouth to good use @donutloverxo + what about dad’sbestfriend!steve x reader?…I need me some Steve please!! (anon)

↳ word count: 5.4k (this has no business being this long)

↳ warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, some light fluff kinda

↳ author’s note: i do love a stark!reader so this was so much fun for me - enjoy my loves! x

The relationship that you have with your father is complicated. It reminds you acutely of the foamy sea that you used to tentatively wade in and simply stare at with a wide-eyed, childlike fascination when your parents took you to the Maldives or Seychelles or Ivory Coast, each summer a different place and a different tide. There’s a sense of predictability to it, a routine you have in a language that is understandable to nobody but the two of you. He pushes and you pull, coordinating your movements in a choreographed dance so as to safely row your canoe filled to the brim with trust and love through the rocky seas of life. 

He’s made a mark on you that will always be a permanent imprint on your soul much like the way that water stains the surface of the sand but it’s not as if you perceive that as something negative. You attribute the best parts of yourself to your mother and father and although their DNA isn’t housed inside your body, you’re more Tony’s child than he could have ever asked for. He hears so much of him in the tone of your voice and sees Pepper whenever you cross your arms over your chest and pin him with a look he knows too well - her influence is all over your mannerisms - and the both of them in the charming brightness of your smile when you let yourself laugh freely.

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A/N: Jack really needs a hug. (I volunteer!)

3rd October: Bonfire night. 🔥 | feat. Captain Jack Sparrow

Words: 1337 Warnings: none

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I'm feely so subby and needy for the marauders rn. Not like in a sexual way, but just in a cozy needy way. So I was wondering if you could write a small little thing about how like their girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night bc she's afraid of the thunder from the storm and she like sneaks into their room to snuggle up with one of them and then they wake up the next morning and they're all like ????when did she get here? and yeah. Sorry its so specific, thank you sm!

Warmth and Safety

A/N: YES, yes this is such a mood. I wrote this as a little baby blurb and it mainly focuses on Sirius for the main concept of the story. So, I hope you enjoy and PLEASE send in more Marauders content. I love writing for this dynamic and am in desperate need of more ideas for it. 

Pairing: Marauders x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 948

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Your half-asleep body shoots up abruptly as you hear the booming crack of thunder shake the timely glass against your windowpane. Clutching the heavy quilt against your chest, you peer out to watch the chunky droplets pour down from the darkened night’s sky. You scan your room to see it still empty to which you assume that your roommates have spent the night with their significant others, yet again. You absolutely dreaded thunderstorms, not necessarily because you were scared of the act itself, it’s just the volume of the storm right above the castle that always made your heart race. Upon hearing another colossal crack from the sky, you find yourself scurrying out of bed in your silk set of pajamas to make your way to your boyfriends’ shared dorm room. 

With nothing but the sounds of the roaring thunder mixed with the faint patter of your bare feet slapping against the cobble-stoned ground filling the emptiness of the common room, you scramble up the steps towards the boy’s dormitories. Upon arriving at your boyfriends’ door, you slowly push it open to reveal the faintest glow of a single lantern creeping out from its place on the nightstand next to James’ bed. Creeping into the room, you jump as the sky unleashes another loud crack against the stone walls of the outside of the castle, making you race to the side of the curly-haired boy’s bed. Seeing the sleeping boy strewn out across the mattress, you give him a gentle shake to urge him to the other side of the bed to make room for you. While it was a good idea in your mind, the realization of the fact that he was the deepest of sleepers in the entire room suddenly dawned on you as the boy made no notion of awakening.

“Leave him be, puppy. Come here,” a sleepy Sirius spits out in a low whisper. 

You dart your attention towards the raven-haired boy with glistening and desperate eyes as he sits up in his bed. He motions you towards him with the swift wave of his hand before lifting his covers up as an invitation into his warm embrace. 

“What’s the matter, hmm?” he half-asleep asks as he turns to wrap his welcoming arms around your small shivering frame. 

“It’s too loud and it’s making my windows shake,” you sputter out as you nuzzle yourself into the protruding safety of his body. Immediately understanding your reference to the chaotic weather, he tenderly runs his hand up and down the length of your spine in an attempt to soothe you. 

“It’s alright, I’ve got you. Go back to sleep,” he slurs as he starts to drift off once more. 

You lay your head against his broad chest as you begin to feel the heaviness of sleep arrive once more while you let yourself go to the rhythm of his evened-out breathing. As you drift off into your deep slumber, you occasionally jerk at the oncoming whips from the sky. However, you’re quickly soothed back to sleep as Sirius’ arms find themselves automatically tightening around you in his sleep. Finally feeling the sense of safety and warmth, you let yourself slip into the sweet solace of gentle slumber. 

~~

As the morning sun arose, Sirius found you curled up into his chest letting out the faintest of snores from your deepened sleepy state. It was quite a surprise to him as he didn’t entirely remember the events of last night. To be frank, he thought the snippets he did remember to be a dream in itself. That said, the raven-haired boy stared down at you with the gentlest of smiles before using the length of his fingers to stroke some of the strands of hair strewn about your face to behind your ear. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he subtly moved himself to where he sat against the headboard with you still asleep and curled into his side. 

As the boy shuffled about, gently cradling you while doing so, he saw both James and Remus awakening from their own slumbers. As James sat up in bed, he let out an obnoxiously loud yawn while stretching his arms out on either side of him, causing you to gently stir into Sirius’ side. Grabbing one of the extra pillows from the other side of you, Sirius used his free arm to chuck it at James before shushing him causing the boy to let out an even louder sound of displeasement. 

“Would you shut up?” he hissed out as he motioned towards your sleeping figure.

The boy recovers from the gentle blow to his face before picking up the pillow and cocking his arm to lunge it back at the aforementioned boy before being stopped by quite the grouchy Remus sitting up in his own bed. 

“Knock it off,” Remus grumbles, staring at the two before landing on you who’s still asleep in Sirius’ bed. He tilts his head in slight confusion before motioning it towards your smaller frame nearly tucked away under the weighted maroon quilt.

“When did she get here?” James asks quietly as he lets out another tired yawn. 

“She came at like two this morning. The thunder was too loud in her room,” Sirius states letting a hand gently rub up and down the column in the middle of your back. 

They all nod their heads in unison quickly understanding the probable dilemma you faced earlier this morning. Seeing as how it was still quite early on that gloomy Saturday, they continued to let you sleep in for the majority of the morning. You essentially stayed glued to your position in Sirius’ side as you basked peacefully in the warmth and safety of the boy next to you.