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elvestoneanzelote1 ยท 1 month
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A:n- ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ...
๐˜Œ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.
๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด from ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด
(Slight yan) Sherlock Holmes x male reader
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It wasn't the fact you were too quiet. No, he is fine with people been quiet.
And there are many artist.
Illustration, architect, and... Good in chemistry and painters.
Nor he should bother himself to name all of them.
But something was different about you.
You have knowledge he knows but you pretend you aren't compatible in intellect.
He doesn't get you at all.
Not even one bit.
He doesn't.
Perhaps he was annoying you often.
Perhaps...
But you don't seem to bother much so it's fine right?
Confining yourself in the room he had to unlock it because you make Miss Husson worry perhaps... Even him.
Friends... Were you even his friends can you both call each other that? He wonders.
People will lose interest in silent people who barely talks but he couldn't.
He never understands you or perhaps he does but never really takes into consideration that he may over bothering you.
Right...?
You were so unbothered... So blank with poker face of sort.
Not even a smile.
And the fact he gets annoyed that you can't even draw him unlike how you drew the others.
He wonders why you often hang out with Madeline either.
Yes she is pretty but isn't she overbearing sometimes? Like often hog your attentions?
Hugging you as if you both are couples.
Trying to swoon you with her smile and.. And.. He doesn't know why.
He felt irritated that you never told her to keep distance but to him.
Hey both of you were boys either way it wouldn't bother you to hug you... Will it?
Even John and you hang out quiet well.
you spoke more with John than... Him.
And whatever he does it never... Get your attention.
Like... He never caught your attention.
He doesn't know why he is feeling this way.
Frustrated he was and annoyed.
But... He just want to hug you is it... Weird?
Or will it bother you if lean closer to you more?
I mean... Okay you are irritated by the cigarette smell... Which he try not to smoke often around you.
He doesn't understand you at all.
He felt his mind been consume constantly... By either the case he should do as a detective or... Try to...
Why were you so... Difficult.
His brother said women's are hard to tell but for him it was you.
He... Just want to see... Your smile.
Once.
That's all he ask.
And perhaps... He will crack you open more.
He doesn't understand why you talk to William well too.
Like you both knew each other well.
He knows Liam also is interested on you.
He is too he admit.
You were strange.
But perhaps that's the strange thing he find himself lured to you.
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But he isn't going to ignore some who try to break your boundaries.
Clients or not if they make you uncomfortable to even approach him he will make sure they won't come again.
No no he won't resort to anything threatening yet. if the person knows and backs away.
Is it wrong to get know something that perk your interest no right?
After all... You and him are not far of to get to know each other more and more.
And perhaps... Something more.
After all... He can let himself be slight greedy can he?
He doesn't know... And he will try to know.
Whatever is it about you that make him feel so connected and lured he will... Find it.
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A:n- that's all take care good day/night to all
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yandereaffections ยท 1 year
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Sherlock Masterlist
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Moriarty
Crushes Brother is in debt to him
Crime boss kidnapping S/o
Sherlock vs Moriarty
Demon Queen S/o
Comforting S/o after watching a Scary Movie
Mycroft vs Moriarty
Kidnapping Headcannons
Bloody Wedding
Famous S/o getting creepy gifts
Jealous
Pregnant S/o Escaping
S/o pregnant with Sherlocks Child
Jealous cause S/os getting attention at the Gym
S/o Breaking Down over a Halloween Prank
Physically weak s/o
Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff
Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention
Smart S/o yet is too trusting
Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing
Affection HC
How he shows his love when off on work
Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o
Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2
Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival
S/o being spiteful and challenging him
S/o playing horror games
S/o who barely eats TW
S/o who comes from a long line of assassins and government officials
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Sherlock Holmes
This is for your Protection
S/o who he cant read
Sherlock vs Moriarty
Sherlock vs Mycroft
Possessive S/o
Vampire Sherlock
Sending Sherlock a Love Letter
Halloween Date
Life Threatening Situation
S/o getting overprotective when Sherlocks insulted
Bed Sharing
Timid S/o being harassed by their ex
Hacker Crush realizing their Husbands having a Affair
Crush found stood up
Being the cause of S/os Amnesia
โ€œKeep your sluttish hand away from MY man.โ€
โ€œYoure all i think aboutโ€
Whipped and Soft for S/o
Jealousy Headcannons
S/o whos stressed over School
Single Parent S/o
Fluffy Headcannons
S/o who is scared of relationships for theyve never been in one
American S/o
Yandere Letter
Murder Mystery
S/o who charges straight into danger
Extremely calm S/o
How hard he fell for S/o
S/o who always accompanies him on cases
Sick S/o
How he shows his love
Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention
Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff
Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing
Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o
Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2
Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival
Getting S/o a puppy
Formal business S/o dropping everything when he wants them
S/o who plays minecraft a lot
Christian S/o
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Mycroft Holmes
Headcannons
Sherlock vs Mycroft
Asking him to sign a marriage certificate
Mycroft vs Moriarty
Trying to Escape
Dense Crush
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Irene Adler
Headcannons
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Sherlock
NS FW Headcannons
Sub Sherlock cumming in his pantsย 
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Irene
NS FW Headcannons
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Can i request yandere sherlock and mycroft reaction to their darling being engaged already to someone else
Yandere Mycroft Holmes
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Oh, that Mycroft would be angry.
Of course, he found this little "problem" when he was looking for information about you.
And Mycroft knows this right from the start.
Fortunately, he knows how to be really patient.
Mycroft really doesnโ€™t rush at any point.
He also knows his own position.
So sit down, pick up the popcorn and now you can watch your partnerโ€™s life start slowly but surely to go downhill.
First they lose their jobs, then they get into debt and finally leave the property.
This will not happen within a week.
It will take at least half a year.
Mycroft wants everything to look credible.
After that, the second phase of the plan begins.
Mycroft starts getting to know you.
He will listen to your problems (which he has caused) and promise to help YOU.
Nope not your partner.
Only you.
Help = getting married to him.
Isn't a friend's support a nice thing?
Yandere Sherlock Holmes
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Sherlock wouldn't be happy.
Not happy at all.
He is really jealous.
You make him think better so you are really important to him.
Sherlock would probably come up with a plan.
He would make your fiancรฉ look really bad.
Maybe he would stage a crime and make them look like they were guilty.
So soon your fiancรฉe will go to jail.
And I donโ€™t think your parents will let you marry a criminal.
(Welcome to Victorian England where parental consent to marriage was very important.)
Maybe you can ask Sherlock for help?
And he will "help you".
But sadly, he only manages to find more evidence against your partner.
Oh how sad.
But if for some reason this plan doesnโ€™t work Sherlock would surely kidnap you and make it look like a crime.
Sherlock really likes to stage crimes.
No one will surely find you.
But this is only if, after staging your partner, he fails to break the engagement and get into a relationship with you himself.
Iโ€™m not sure if your parents consider an unstable criminal detective with a little smoking addiction a better option for you.
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mykinkyyandere ยท 2 years
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What do you think of Sherlock with a crybaby reader? The reader is very sensitive, anything someone says or any situation that is a little embarrassing, the reader starts to cry a lot. Although Sherlock is always defensive when she starts to cry, he can't deny that he is always turned on with her little eyes filled with tears (Maybe a smut with dacriphilia and size kink. I'm sorry I'm making so many requests about Sherlock, I just love this man too much, and so little dark content about it :C)
Crybaby
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Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sherlock Holmes X gn!Reader
Summary: His reaction to a crybaby reader.
Warnings: Smut, +18, non-con/dub-con, yandere, dark, obsessive/possessive, kidnapped reader, taking advantage of the naive reader, manipulating, dacryphilia kink (?), praise kink
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When Sherlock is busy, his intolerance to the people around him doubles. People are intolerably idiot, blind and sentimental. Their brains can't process obvious evidences, their eyes are blind to facts and their hearts are their biggest weakness. Sherlock is a strong man isolated from all those dangers. He doesn't let anything get in the way of his logic and facts.
John's unnecessary sentimentality towards the victims bothers him. He told John many times that he's being useless, citing crying over patients who were dying in hospitals won't help them. The fact that John sees him as a monster or a robot just proves his logic.
It's a big shock to him that such a sociopathic guy is attracted to a crybaby like you. Although he may try to deny at first, he accepts your sensitive nature over time. His disregard for emotions was the big reason why he didn't want you because he had never felt such intense emotions before and you were scaring him. But his twisted feelings for you overcame his fear and he embraced you with all your disadvantages. Now you're the only person who can be there even when he's busy.
It confuses not just Greg and John, but everyone including Mrs. Hudson that you're the only one who doesn't piss him off. You're supposed to piss him off the most! You start to cry easily because of something you've watched, heard or read, and Sherlock patiently takes you in his arms every time. His voice is kind when he asks you what happened. He knows it's nothing serious and you're just upset over something silly, but he's never spoken down to you. No matter how small it is, he nods, confirm you with his words and comforts you.
He thinks your mind is too sensitive. It's not conducive to rationality and is doomed to remain completely erroneous. You are like that, very sensitive and it's his job to protect you. It's not just because he's obsessed with you that he keeps you by his side all the time. He keeps you by his side as much as possible to make sure you're okay rather than leaving you alone.
When you cry, he caresses your hair and looks straight into your eyes, even if you're not looking at him. All this crying is so nonsensical to him, but he's so exciting to watch you. It's perfect to observe a different situation and it relates to you. Normally he can't stand crying people and finds it so boring, but everything is just so interesting with you.
It's okay for him to stop his work to comfront you. When Greg witnessed this, he frowned and opened his mouth in surprise. Half a minute after Sherlock insulted his intelligence and told him not to distract him, he walked over to your trembling body and asked in a soft voice what was wrong. He took you in his arms, placed multiple kisses on your cheek, then pointed Greg to the door. "Leave. Your presence bothers me."
And one day, of course, Greg would say something to upset you, and Sherlock knew this moment would come. John knows how protective Sherlock is about you, and he learned the hard way not to mess with you a long time ago. Someone like Sherlock gets so possessive over someone like you, of course it leaves questions in their little minds. John knows how much Greg will regret making you cry. Oh, he's going to regret it so much.
Sherlock hides all this cruel and violent side of himself from you. It wouldn't just make you cry, it would also traumatize you. He secretly deals with the situations and people you cry for, and loves to see you waiting for him when he gets back to his flat. It must be a terrible thing to have nowhere to go and be so helpless, luckily you have Sherlock. You may cry because you're being shy when he looks at you while talking to you, or when you see him bleeding for some reason. Sherlock will always smile at you, looking into your eyes as if he can see what's on your mind.
In fact, there are times when your crying gives him some kind of pleasure. If you're crying from pain or serious sadness, he hates it. But if you cry when you're angry or embarrassed, because of something insignificant, he finds it quite... arousing.
At such times, his steps are slower, his voice is deeper, and his breathing is heavier as he comes to you. As he picks you up, his hands roam around your body longer than they should, he brings his face close to your neck while looking at you, and starts kissing your tears from there till he reaches your eyes. He feels his body burning as he asks what happened. He loves to listen to your sobbings so closely. He loves your trembling and high voice as you speak.
He takes you to his bedroom every time, saying he'll make you feel good. You whimper as he takes off your clothes and tell him to stop but he tells you to trust him. He makes you feel so good every time, doesn't he? You're his, don't forget that.
Your reaction when you see his big cock never changes. You gasp and cry more. You remember how he fits into you so hard and you're so scared, perfect. Each time, he leans over your face and places kisses all over to shush you. He knows you'll never stop crying and he doesn't want you to stop anyway. It's just his instinctive reaction based on your own reaction. Nothing makes his cock throbbing so hard but you begging him to stop and sobbing. Your screams as he thrusts himself in and your miserable cries that follow is delightful.
He doesn't know why your cries turn him on so much. He doesn't know why he secretly wishes you not to stop crying while he comforts you. He must hate your crying in every way. It should cause him pain, not pleasure. Well, he doesn't have time to think about that as his cock explores your tight walls again. Why do you have to be so sweet and sensitive?
He always makes sure you cum too. Makes sure you enjoy it. Even with sobs, you have to cum. Afterwards he kisses your trembling lips and presses your body to himself. You're so tired and too scared to move.
He's so careful and gentle while washing you. He makes sure to be quick. Your cries turn into soft sighs and you hold on to him. He always praises you while he washes you. He tells how brave and a good baby you are for him that he's so proud of you, that you make him feel so good and you're so special. He puts you in his bed and tells you how much he loves you before you fall asleep.
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persnicketypomelo ยท 10 months
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What about writing for the Sherlock fandom ? Moriarty would definetely be interesting. Or something about King Arthur, Lancelot, or the James Bond movies?
Those are just suggestions, of course !!
I don't usually go out of order in requests, but I've wanted to do something like this for a while. I'll do one for the Sherlock series (I'm assuming you mean the BBC one since that is the most popular, I believe). Not really a fan of James Bond, but I'm not completely opposed to either of those ideas! Maybe I'll do small posts about them in the future!
obsession, kidnap
Yandere Moriarty Headcanons
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Let us be clear, Moriarty, though observant, has the social-emotional intelligence of a toddler
What he wants, he gets, regardless of the consequences to others, and when he tires of his toys, he doesn't hesitant to discard them
He cares not for good nor evil, only his own whims
To catch his attention in a way that doesn't wind up in your death, you must impress him in some way
Either by interfering in his criminal network, or making a name for yourself in some way, you attract his attention in a way he cannot ignore
If you prove a nuisance to his business, he will either be impressed, or annoyed and send a hitman out for you
When you manage to best his goons, then he is definitely at least amused
You're not completely incompetent, and pose somewhat of a threat to his livelihood--and not many people are capable of that
He wants to see what makes you tick and how to get under your skin
Moriarty would use the people you love against you, as bait, and he expects a good show to save them on your part
He is not caring, and the minute he feels you become too bland he is not afraid to dispose of you
I think, however, with time, his feelings grow more intense until he believes youโ€™re simply too entertaining to get rid of, but he is so prone to changing his mind that you can never quite know...
He doesnโ€™t feel threatened or jealous of others around youโ€”after all--he is rich enough to hire people that keep an eye on you
They report to him your every action of every day, and should someone lay a hand on youโ€ฆhe has ways of making people disappear
Depending on whether Moriarty feels you are an intellectual match for himself, he might not see you even as a person, really
If he considers your intellect to be significantly beneath him, then he will consider you more as a pet
I see possibilities of him both kidnapping you and allowing you to roam free (albeit the ever present thorn of his existence in your side)
Should he kidnap you, he would allow you to escape, and then repeat the cycle over again, each time with more improvements to your security, watching you improve each time
It provides him light entertainment--akin to trash television--to see what you learn and how you adapt each time
If he doesn't kidnap you, it's because he sees no merit in doing so
Your antics amuse him, and confined, you are not capable of entertaining him
Even if he decides not to kidnap you, he will engrain himself into your life and delight in your frustration over your inability to do anything about it
However, this game of chase between the two of you is destructive, and will eventually end in one of your demises
For your own sake, I hope you can lock him away or kill him once and for all
Otherwise you might suffer an outcome worse than death at his hands
I don't feel like this was my best work, but I'm not sure how to improve it either :(
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coffee-ig ยท 2 years
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Yandere Sherlock Holmes
TW: Yandere themes
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He is great with his deduce but you are a different case altogether. Whenever he tried to deduce anything about you it was mostly wrong, which led to him being obsessed with you.
He wanted to know more about you and almost always followed you, stalked you. He was always lingering.
He would create a situation in which you do live with him.
He will do anything and everything for you not to favour or befriend anyone. He would want you to be with him always.
He is also not good with romance so, what he thinks he is doing is right but deep down knows that this is not healthy.
He will kidnap you if you 'reject' him in anyway.
He is understanding, if he knows that you are upset with him he would try understanding why.
Do not try breaking his rules or such, or he will throw a tantrum.
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aphroditelovesu ยท 1 month
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Hai, do you take request for Enola Holmes? If so could you do a headcannon for Yandere husband Sherlock holmes x Young Duchess Of Somerset who is a very wealthy, prestigious, powerful and Influential woman in England?
(Both in headcannon and Boi, please)
โ ๐Ÿ” โ€” lady l: I hope you like it, anon! I certainly enjoyed writing it and here is the link to his bot :) have fun and forgive me for any mistakes! โค๏ธ
โtw: stalking, mention of kidnapping and death and unhealthy relationships.
โ๐Ÿ”pairing: yandere!sherlock holmes x female!reader.
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Sherlock Holmes never planned to get married, too focused on his work to even think about the possibility of getting a wife and having children. He always kept that thought in mind for a long time, until the day he met you, the Duchess of Somerset.
During an investigation, Sherlock had to go to a ton society ball to get clues and with the money and fame he had, it wasn't difficult. He just didn't expect to find you there, so beautiful and surrounded by flatterers. Holmes did not expect to be taken away the way he was by your smile.
You changed his way of thinking very quickly, leaving him intrigued and a little curious. Who were you, anyway? And why don't you get out of his thoughts? Endless, unanswered questions were all Holmes had.
Sherlock did extensive research about you and your family. You came from a noble and powerful family, very rich and prestigious and there were many benefits to marrying you. Several young nobles had their eyes on you as your title and powers were very tempting. This made him furious.
They were all leeches who only wanted you for the power and riches that came with it. They could never appreciate you the way he would, they couldn't worship the ground you walk on the same way he would. They would never be as good to you as he would be.
Sherlock wasn't sure why he felt this way about you, but he knew he couldn't allow you to marry one of those unworthy fellows. He had to have you, it was a need, a desire that dominated him completely. You would be his, he would be sure of that.
He was quick to pursue you and court you. Being the excellent detective that he was, Sherlock quickly discovered all of your interests and places you used to go to and he consequently started appearing in those places and talking to you. He knew he shouldn't seem crazy, so Sherlock was kind and showed an obvious interest in you.
It didn't take long for him to become in love with you, even with the dark and unhealthy feelings taking over his mind, Sherlock still remained the same with you. You also fell in love with him gradually, he was handsome, kind and not a brainless sycophant. He was everything you could want in a husband, so when, one autumn afternoon, he asked you to marry him, you happily said yes. Holmes smiled at this, everything was going the way he planned.
Fortunately for your family's life, they had no problem accepting Sherlock into the family. He was a good suitor and had good fame and fortune, so he was good to marry you, the Duchess of Somerset. Sherlock was happy about that, satisfied with the fact that he wouldn't have to convince your family in less orthodox ways.
Life with him was good and Sherlock was a good husband by the standards of the time. He was faithful to you and loved you deeply. You never thought a husband could love his wife as much as he did, but Sherlock was one of a kind. He made you feel loved every day, every little bit of you was adored by him. He loved the ground you walked on and did everything he could to make you happy.
He spoiled you endlessly, anything you wanted he would buy for you. Even if it wasn't necessary due to your status, Sherlock still loved giving you gifts. Your wardrobe grew a lot after your wedding and there were many times when you only wore a dress once out of the many you received.
Sherlock was very protective and slightly possessive over you, but he won't let you down. He will vent his jealousy and fury in other ways, he could never think of upsetting you with that. But his overprotection could be suffocating, as he made a point of personally taking care of his safety and he was constantly attached to you. It was part of the job, he would tell you.
He would teach you self defense if you didn't know. He knows it's dangerous, but Sherlock wants you to know how to defend yourself in case he can't protect you. Especially when you were pregnant, he wouldn't take any risks.
Being the Duchess of Somerset and having so much power and influence wouldn't stop Sherlock from pursuing you. He might have some problems with that, since due to your heritage he could never kidnap you because he would be discovered, but he would deal with it. After all, you are his and he is yours. And when he became your husband, he swore to himself that he would never stop loving you and he would never let you go.
You are united until death, at the end of it all.
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ananiel ยท 3 months
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Oh You, the smiley Fox that his world seem to revolve around.
You were... He doesn't know. He doesn't know what status You have, what family You might come from or what that smile filled with malice means, or how the rumours about You started, no one does, and it seems like no one ever Will.
The only thing known about You, is the fact that You have powers. Powers that could help him, powers that could make everything so much more easier for him.
So he asked around, stalked and threatened others for Informations, and finally, he got the chance to see You and speak to You
The first Time he had the oportuny to be in your presence, it was like a lump formed in his throat. He has heard about that fox like grin of yours, a grin that keeps people awake at night.
But that stare, that stare that completly shut him up. He could stay ages under your stare and he wouldn't get bored, wouldn't even think of something else at all, just You
You were beautiful, a true gem for him. He snapped out of the first shock, at least a little, and he started asking question. Of course, your answears were like riddels, not even the "yes/no" answears were simple, You had to spice them up, to make them harder for him to understand You. He repeats them in the dead of the night like a prayer, as if he'd have a chance in ever revealing your true nature. As if you'll be his once he does reveal te truth behind your words.
Never did a woman keep him up at night like You did. Hell, he wasn't even aware this could happen before meeting You.
IT was but when he did his nightly routine when he saw something. You marked him with your magic, and your initials were ingraved into his colarbone with a neatly handwritting. His fingers ran over that place over and over. In his delusional mind, he saw this as a sign that You wanted him too, as much as he wanted You.
He grew obsessed with that ideea, of the ideea that You were just as crazy about him as he was about You.
His obsession grew because of it, but if he only knew the truth. The truth that it was actually a Mark You put on him to warn other witches of his intentions. After all, before his intention to love you, the first one was to use your powers and nothing else
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yyxandere ยท 8 months
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๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พŸโ˜† ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐“๐”๐‘๐„
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โ˜† .* noteย โ”€ this is a prolouge for the story I'm working rn, it's a tgaa story a yandere barok and yandere herlock x reader story!! I've been reading the og Sherlock book so I can put some refrences!! Hope you like this prolouge and you can give me your thoughts about this story!! My mutual actually proofread this and shes actually helping me so props to her @lovetals ! :3 โ™ก
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A small clanking sound, heard only outside the garden where the owner of the house was walking around her small garden holding a small basket, only halfway filled with white and yellow chrysanthemum flowers, each one of them looks fresh after yesterday's rain droplet hits the pedals making them glaze like a refine glass.ย 
The woman still walking around her small garden suddenly stood still at an Indigoletta rose before her. She planted this rose ten years prior and still to this day she still always manages to take such delicate care of the rose. But no matter how gorgeous the rose she only brushed her fingertips to the glistening petals and her eyes full of longing when she touched it. Feeling that her staring will do nothing, her fingertips went back to her batch of flowers then back to what she was doing.
The woman looked at the baskets and noticed that it seemed odd. Like something was missing, she couldn't understand it, she has been doing this many times and why does she only feel this kind of strangeness, like she forgot something but not knowing what it is she canโ€™t figure it out herself. Before the woman could succumb to her thoughts she heard a knock at her door.ย 
With a quick movement and a slight sigh, she put away the chrysanthemums and walked into her living room to see who could be at the door.
ย Opening the door she found the tan skin, looped hair and pink wearing jลgakusei girl-her unofficial apprentice - Mikotoba Susato. The girl smiled brightly at the sight of her tutor and gave a small but respectful bow as a greeting.
ย โ€œGood afternoon, Professor.โ€ said the young woman with a gentle smile on her face. The tall woman nodded. โ€œGood afternoon, Mikotoba. What brings you here today? I'm pretty sure that our next turtoring shall be next week and I'm also sure that you're going to be the last person who gets dates wrong, so what is it?"
ย  With a soft giggle the young girl shook her head. โ€œNo, no, I am not here for another toturing. And I am definitely did not forget the date, but I came here becauseโ€ฆโ€ She paused and took some papers from her school bag, handing them over to her tutor. โ€œFather wants me to give you this papers, it's legal papers for me to be recognised as a judicial assistant in the eyes of British law." She said while her toture receive the papers while looking with a mild dejected face. "They're still hanging to it huh?" said the woman who just sighed while she adjusted the papers to the nearby table.
"And also," the woman now perked "Kazuma-sama wanted your presence in our state after dinner, to be precise 7:40 pm sharp, he'll be waiting in his room he said, by the look at his face I feel like it's very serious so I guarantee that you may come and seek him." the girl said while the other woman listened intently.ย 
The woman can only look at the girl and nod to her "Certainly, I wouldn't mind. If it's that important then I'll surely come over and talk to him." The young girl noticing the banjo clock behind the woman hitting an exact 8:50 am said, "Now then I think it's my que to leave, you do need time to read and sign all the papers," the girl said seemingly "So I'll be off and don't worry I'll be telling Kazuma-sama. Thank you!'' The young Mikotoba can give her a sweet smile and a small bow.ย 
The woman nodded as a reply and waved goodbye to her before closing the door. She sighed again and put the papers on the table before heading to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. As the door closed behind her the young upcoming judicial assistant glanced at the door with the name of her female proffesor and looked at it with some sort of determination.
'I know that you'll find the courage to step foot on that place again,'
'...Judicial Assistant (L/N) (Y/N).'
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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  โœฏยธ.โ€ขยด*ยจ`*โ€ขโœฟ โœฟโ€ข*`ยจ*`โ€ข.ยธโœฏ
ใ€๐”๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ซ!ใ€‘
โ–บ Susato can easily remember the dates and know what day is it today. So if you ever need help remembering what day is it today, ask Susato!
โ–บย (Y/N)s' House is half English half Japanese architecture and the outside is a small traditional Japanese garden with a lot of European flowers blooming. She gives them to kids and neighbours whenever she sees them or anyone gazing upon them.
โ–บย Despite the sakura theme jลgakusei that Susato is always wearing, her favourite flowers are actually Magnolias and Gladiolus. Because those are flowers that remind her of you during your youth based on the stories you've told.
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yandere-wishes ยท 7 months
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The feminine urge to write Yandere! William James Moriarty x reader ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’ž
No, seriously I want to write something for every character in that show XD. Sherlock, Albert, Mycroft, Moranโ€ฆ
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doflamingadonquixote ยท 2 years
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Even the devil was once an angel | [2/?]
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Summary: You are a psychiatrist and decide to play a dangerous game with the worst of criminal minds. Or: you're a bit bored too.
Pairing: Jim Moriarty x Fem!Reader
Chapter word count:
Warning: +18, mind games, angst and smut, hurt/comfort, stalker!Moriarty (Jim Moriarty is his own warning)
Previous Chap: 1
James Moriarty decides to show up assiduously for every appointment. You find a change in the tenth session.
You didn't think the consulting criminal was so competitive when it came to winning a bet on his superiority.ย You had, by mutual agreement, arranged two days a week where he was to come to your office and at the appointed times.
You had no intention of accepting his offer to give you an entire attic just for his sessions. The egocentric little bastard had to be a real patient if he wanted to continue playing the game.
After several positive feedbacks in putting stakes in your relationship, you had ventured to put a time limit on your work.
You had asked for a year, a year without having the pressure and the unawareness that, at any moment, Moriarty might shoot you in the head.
He simply laughed at you and rejected your request with a: "Where would be the fun in that?".
By studying him, confronting him, listening to him you had come to the conclusion that he was seriously suffering from a psychopathic personality disorder.
He often enjoyed constructing stories. And with those stories he would put you in great difficulty.
He was so adept at lying that when he finally asked you: "Truth or lie?" You were faced with a Pandora's box that you didn't know whether you wanted to open.
Another thing that made you curious and confirmed your assumptions was the nervous jerks that lit him up like a fuse. You thought you heard your secretary knocking things off the desk, out of the office, when Moriarty's scream came suddenly.
Even so, with a few more sittings, you had managed to avoid touching any sore buttons that would upset the man in front of you.
He always sat at your desk, creating a position of authority over you and often played with the objects distributed on the surface.
You lowered your eyes and found the pencils neatly and straight, arranged next to the laptop.ย He had already been inside for several minutes and they were still there, neatly arranged.
Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a tennis ball bouncing violently against said pencils, breaking the order, and then landing on your lap.ย 
You tried to hold back a smile as you lifted the toy and brought it before your eyes.
Another thing you'd discovered about Jim Moriarty was how much he loved disorder and chaos, and that anything that wasn't to his mental standards had to be torn down.
โ€œSo, doc, truth or lie?โ€
He rocked back against the swivel chair, terribly discombobulated as he let his back slide down.
You opened the notepad on which you had jotted down summary diagrams to help you determine the information he had given you during the session.ย He tried to peek from your position, raising his posture slightly, but you lifted the notebook so that he would not read.
โ€œYou're not a maths professor but you probably wish you were, considering the way you frowned when talking about the poor university performance, almost as if to remedy it.โ€
Moriarty crossed his hands over his belly covered by a dark blue linen shirt and gloated at your deductions.
โ€œIt's not true that you have contact with your family, your lack of empathy and your criminal record would prevent you from having relations with them.โ€
His offended sigh distracted you from your next remark.ย He had an exaggeratedly shocked expression on his face and his right hand had risen to rest where, you presumed, his heart lay.
โ€œI'm offended, doc. I pride myself so much on the relationship I have built over the years with my little brother.โ€
Your eyes focused on the notebook to prevent the criminal from understanding your reaction and, to make it more believable, you made more of a circle around the word 'brother'.
Moriarty sneered as he straightened in his chair.
โ€œBut don't bother conferring with the old Ice Man. I've been very thorough in erasing traces of the past.โ€
You gave him a sad smile that hid the strong sense of disappointment.
โ€œEver heard of attorney-client privilege, Mr. Moriarty?โ€
He made a thoughtful groan but didn't add anything else.ย 
You really believed that the therapy was progressing at the right pace. Moriarty had even gone so far as to turn his conversations into something very close to a confession.
But suddenly, the perfectly mapped out road you had built up to that moment collapsed in on itself and you with it.
That day you were quietly listening to the reflections of one of your young patients. He was one of those somewhat hesitant ones, who are never quite sure whether to say the right thing or not, so building up a sort of confidence had taken you many weeks.
And James Moriarty had probably managed in two seconds to overwhelmingly destroy it.
That day he entered your office with a frightening carriage, leaving behind your secretary's frantic pleas for him to politely stay out of the session and wait.
His footsteps were heavy and for the first time you found him locked in one of his best dark suits.
He crossed the threshold and dropped into his usual chair, placing his leather shoes on your computer on the desk.
โ€œThey're unbearably fucking boring!โ€ He dropped his head back, colliding with the backrest and sighed audibly. โ€œHow can you be so blind to such a clear clue!โ€
Your confusion quickly turned to anger as you watched the young secretary look from Moriarty to you with a startled and agitated expression.
In addiction, the boy on your couch had curled in on himself, and he too had his gaze focused on the newcomer.
Swallowing the lump that had blocked your breath for a few seconds, you forced your body to react in the most natural way possible.
With an apparent calm, you stood up and offered your hand to your client who took it, albeit hesitantly.
โ€œI'm sorry for the inconvenience, Thomas, but it seems I have an emergency to attend to.โ€
You walked him to the door, reassuring him that the session would not be paid for and to make an appointment as soon as possible with your secretary.ย You left him in her care and closed the door with a snap.
Showing menace towards the most dangerous man in London, and (why not) perhaps the world, wasn't the smartest thing you could do, but James Moriarty had quickly gotten under your skin, irritating you to the point of exhaustion.
Your fists clenched spasmodically and you could feel your nails pushing painfully against your palms.ย Your cold face changed to an offended and furious frown as you watched the man at your desk.
โ€œI am quite sure Lucia informed you that I was busy.โ€
You finally caught his attention and he arched his neck to look at you.
โ€œAnd I'm supposed to care about that?โ€ He asked undisturbed, as he probed you from head to toe. He was probably enjoying your first human reaction to his person.ย 
โ€œIt should.โ€ You bit your tongue to avoid adding that you doubted his respect, however, and moved a few steps closer to prevent your words from reaching those outside the door.โ€œHe is a patient in real need of assistance and you have interrupted his time, Mr. Moriarty.โ€
He shrugged, sneering.ย 
โ€œSo am I, didn't you hear what I said earlier?โ€
He was clearly poking at you now, and you were getting pulled in.
โ€œTo you this is all just a stupid game. A way to fill the void that your, oh so immense, knowledge cannot fill.โ€
You spat out the words in anger and judgment, which didn't suit you at all and was extremely unprofessional.
He raised his hands as if a weapon had been pointed at him and you feared his sniper would threaten you again at any moment.
โ€œForgive me, doc, for giving you that feeling. What can I do about it?โ€ His voice was clearly mocking.
โ€œGet those shoes off my desk and sit on the couch like any fucking therapy patient.โ€
Your throat suddenly went dry, preventing you from hurling yourself at Moriarty again and, in the several seconds of silence that sliced the air, the criminal got up and went to sit comfortably in the armchair you had soย quietlyย suggested to him.
You remained staring at the empty desk for a few seconds until a shaky, uncertain breath finally left your constricted lungs.ย 
You analysed yourself. James Moriarty had taken you by surprise. You had not pre-set your attitude, which helped keep the man from reaching your personal sphere as a human being and not as a doctor.ย 
And by barging in like that he had managed to get around the barrier and intrude.
You raised a hand, massaging your forehead and pinching the base of your nose as if to regain some semblance of self-control.
โ€œI apologise for my behaviour. I stepped out of character.โ€
Moriarty was looking at you intently and for the first time you thought he was taking you seriously.
Your back touched the chair you were sitting on a few minutes earlier and you sighed.
โ€œThe robot attitude wouldn't hold for long, I assure you. I like you,ย doctor. Maybe we can be friends.โ€
His comment made you laugh unwillingly.
โ€œI'm your analyst, not your friend.โ€
โ€œOne doesn't exclude the other, does it?โ€
You opened your notebook but didn't comment. His words suddenly seemed very real to you, very meaningful. Moriarty had always been good with words, with his eyes, with his body language.
Stupidly, in the midst of his complaints about Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson, you wondered what it would be like to be friends with an internationally known criminal.
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sherlockfoolm ยท 1 year
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Rules, fandoms I write for and who (Please check rules)
Please send in requests (Especially yandere).
Sherlock bbc;
Sherlock Holmes
James Moriarty
Mycroft Holmes
Gotham tv series:
Jerome Valeska
Jerimiah Valeska
Fish Mooney
Jonathan Crane
Oswald Cobblepot
Edward Nygma
Bruce Wayne
Interview With The Vampire 1994:
Lestat De Lioncourt
Scream 1996:
Billy Loomis
-Stu macher
(I write poly Billy and Stu and them separately)
-Sydney Prescott
Halloween 1978
Michael Myres
Labyrinth
Jareth The Goblin King
-Spiderman
Tom holland Spiderman/Peter Parker
Andrew Garfield Spiderman/Peter Parker
Andrew Garfield Gwen
(I write Peter and Gwen poly or separately)
The Green Goblin
Star Wars
Padme Amidala
Anakin Skywalker
(I write poly Padme and Anakin and I write them separate)
Luke Skywalker
Chucky
Tiffany Valentine
Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (I can write them poly and separately)
-Carrie 1976
Carrie
Rules and stuff:
I can write yandere and the character just how they are, though I prefer yandere. (Do not get offended if a yandere fic of mine is particularly dark. That is how I view the character as a yandere)
I write smut.
I write female reader and gender neutral reader. (I will try my best with a gn reader and I apologize if I make a mistake when writing a gn reader)
I only write x reader. Do not request an oc or a ship. (Though my fanfics are written with a poc reader in mind, and I may take a poc reader request since we don't get a lot of rep)
I don't write yandere slashers beside Carrie and Billy and Stu
I only write head canons (but feel free to request full fanfics (I will write them if I find them interesting)).
As of now I don't write platonic fanfics, but I might in the future so feel free to ask.
Write as many requests as you want, but I am not obligated to write/respond to your request
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depraved-love ยท 2 months
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Fandom list:
Anime:
Attack on Titan
Black Butler
Bungo Stray Dogs
Death Note
Demon Slayer
My Hero Academia
Naruto
Series:
Castlevania
Sherlock
Books:
Folk of the air
Iskari
Games:
The Arcana
Cookie Run
John Doe
Your Boyfriend
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flaredcfan ยท 2 months
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Flare | Secretly Batman | Cannot spell at all
After roughly a year off Tumblr (my old accs: @flaysthings, @batmanxgreenlantern ), I am back and more obsessed with more fandoms now than ever!
๐Ÿฅ Any and every pronoun will do (โ โ—โ โ€ขโ แด—โ โ€ขโ โ—โ )
๐Ÿฅ Can't wait to make new friends>:)
+ Will take requests/asks, especially ones about Saltburn
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mykinkyyandere ยท 2 years
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My Little Baby
AO3
Pairings: Yandere/Dark/Daddy! Sherlock Holmes X Age Regressed/Little! f!Reader
Summary: You're flatmates with Sherlock for some reason. No one knows why he chose you. And your sleeping problems give him an excellent opportunity to to get closer to you than ever before.
Warnings: Dub-con, smut, +18, slightly oral (licking female part), orgasm (both receiver), cumming inside, loss of virginity, slight blood, (forced) age regression, ddlg, daddy-kink, age regressed/little/sub! reader, daddy/dom! Sherlock, yandere, dark, manipulation, anxiety, insomnia, pointing a gun, drugged reader, bottle-feeding, tracking of water intake, dirty talk, smacking on the butt, praise kink, breeding kink, degradation kink, obsessive, possessive (Stay away if it's triggering for you. I'm not responsible for your ignoration, please don't cry on my inbox. Keep scrolling.)
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You haven't slept well since the day you lived with Sherlock. It wasn't because of his messy routine, you were already staying in the bedroom upstairs. It was because of your worries, fears and reasons you didn't know, you've never been able to sleep well. Usually during the day you would try to sleep on the sofa or Sherlock's armchair. It was easier to get some sleep during the day as opposed to not being able to sleep at night.
Sherlock didn't object that you curled up in his armchair like a cat. However people who saw you there warned you that Sherlock was so grumpy about it and didn't want anyone in his seat. Once you wanted to get up but he grabbed your shoulder and stopped you. He asked the person speaking to you to leave with an attitude that you thought was pretty rude, but which he described as polite.
When you laid down on the sofa, he always covered you with a blanket and asked if you were okay. You told him you were just sleepy. He was always attentive and caring towards you. He kissed your head and stroked your hair. Then he went to get you some water. He made sure you drank eight glasses a day. It was strange that he tracked your water drinking, but when you asked him about it, he told you about the terrible harms of dehydration and you were so scared that you never questioned him again.
And when you curled up in his armchair, he would still cover you with a blanket and bring you some water, but there was more. You noticed that he often looked at you while he spent time in the kitchen with his experiments. Every time you looked in that direction, you met his eyes. Like it was a pleasure for him to see you his seat. And a few times when you woke up, you saw him sitting on the opposite armchair watching you. He wasn't doing anything. His legs were crossed and he was looking at you with his hands brought on his lips. This scared you and you jumped, but he didn't move. He told you to keep sleeping, he was just thinking. Again, you didn't question because he was Sherlock Holmes. He was the man with unexpected behaviours.
Sometimes you'd sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen and bury your head on the table and fall asleep. Each time Sherlock would carefully pick you up and take you to the sofa. He had taken you to his bedroom as well, but when he saw that you couldn't sleep, he let you sleep in the living room. Being in a place where everyone could enter, or to be more clear, at a time when no one was sleeping, made you feel safe and you could sleep in this way. But the bedroom was a place where you were alone, where all your worries and fears gathered.
Seemed like Sherlock could read your mind. He never forced you to sleep in his bedroom. When you wanted to sleep in the living room, he was understanding, even being very harsh to those who made a single noise. Once, while you were asleep, Greg came in, yelling. You literally jumped in fear and looked around. You saw Sherlock sitting on the opposite seat and watching you in his classic position. His features tensed as he focused on your tear-filled eyes and trembling lips. You didn't expect him to point a gun to Greg's head when he stood up in a rage. Greg backed up with his hands up, yelling what the hell he was doing. Sherlock just kept pointing the gun and threw him out. "She was sleeping and you scared her."
You didn't know if he didn't considered how frightening his action could be to you or if he simply didn't care, but the threatening sight of him holding a gun to Greg's head made you cry so hard that day. When he tried to get closer to you, you pulled the blanket over your face and shivered, begging him to stop. He constantly told you how much he cared about you, that he would never hurt you. He explained that Greg was already the picture of headache by birth and was also a detective, so guns were very workaday. He said even if it was Greg's head, holding a gun to someone's head was actually very normal among them. It affected you because you barely saw a gun in your life and you had no idea how to defend yourself. Extremely fragile and helpless. Needs someone's protection. He especially insisted on that opinion.
You finally agreed with what he said and let him come near you. He was careful to be slow, though, and leaned over your face, never taking his eyes off yours. His sharp blue eyes and sharp gaze drew you in, but also gave you chills. You looked at him like hypnotized and couldn't think of anything. You shivered and jumped as he gently touched your head. To reassure you that there was nothing to be afraid of, he shushed you and caressed your hair.
As time passed, he became more caring and closer to you. At some point you stopped questioning why he was doing this because it became his right. He took care of every detail about you, asserting your safety and health, and you couldn't actually see how he spread into your life like a spider web. He has surrounded you everywhere, made you unable to do anything without him. You were already very sensitive and vulnerable mentally. He knew that. He knew everything about you. You were so obvious, even more than an open book. And he took advantage of this.
"Come here, baby. I want you to drink this slowly." Sherlock sat next to you with a bottle in his hand and held it out for you to check. He stared at you with those eyes that you thought were almost scary, and waited for your reaction. You looked at him in surprise, then at the bottle between his long fingers. Anxious, you took it and supported it with both hands, staring at the white liquid inside. He's been calling you by nicknames lately. My little baby was one of them. He didn't say anything when you asked why. He just shook his head and smiled a little.
"What is this?" You slowly spun the heavy bottle in your hand. To figure out what it was, you brought the tip close to your nose and sniffed. Was it milk?The bottle was warm.You rocked it up and down and whimpered a little. It was a heavy bottle. You looked at Sherlock for the answer. He watched your interaction with the bottle with interest. He had one arm behind you and the other was leaning on his knee, looking at you. It was impossible to know what was going on behind those mysterious eyes.
"Milk. Hot milk. It'll help you to sleep." He slowly took the bottle from your hands and shook it a little. You didn't know what to do when he didn't take his eyes off you so you lowered your head. But you could still feel him keep starinf at you. He gently placed his fingers on your chin and turned your head towards him.
"Sit on my lap." His voice was soft, but his demand was firm. Your mouth opened slightly and your lips trembled. He could see your confusion and hesitation. To help, he grabbed your waist and placed you easily on one of his tights. He wrapped his arm around your back and held your arm. "It's okay."
When he brought the bottle to your mouth, you turned your head and protested, placing your hands on his chest. Why did he want to bottle feed you? Was it one of his experiments? "No, I don't understand why."
Your discomfort was visible. You were nervous, maybe a little scared. You needed reassurance, obvious. "You think bottle feeding is wrong, someone wanting to feed you is wrong, you're not a baby after all, are you? Your body is grown-up. You have to take care of the grown-up things, you have to do what they do. Society expects this from you and you torture yourself for years because of it. You don't want help, you're dealing with things that are definitely too tiring for you and that absolutely you don't need to concern. Just because of the misperceptions imposed by the toxic and idiot society.
But it isn't wrong for someone to take care of you, it isn't wrong to give yourself to someone. Because when I look at you, I see exactly what you need, what you really want. I know how lonely and needy you are, from the first day I met you. You acted like a grown-up but you were actually so scared that if I had pushed you a little, I could've easily made you cry." He laughed in excitement but then got serious again.
"Your family, most likely. A little girl who didn't get the attention, love and care she needed. She was forced to be an adult and now, like a lost kitten on the streets, she craves to be adopted. The truth you can't accept is, my little baby, that I am the adult here. And you're just a poor little baby dying to cry. "
After he finished, you just stared at each other for a few seconds. And just like he said, your eyes filled with tears. You started crying no matter how hard you tried to hold yourself. Sherlock Holmes who sees through everyone, of course, saw yours most easily. He knew everything about you from the very beginning. He pulled you and pressed you against his chest. Who knows how long he listened to your sobbing.
"You're not alone, let me take care of you." Your breaking point was that day. After he calmed your cries, you let him feed you. He often took the bottle from your mouth, wiped the tears from your cheeks, and asked if you were okay. Both to find out your emotional state and to make sure you were not trying to drink too much. He didn't wanted you to choke on. He often reminded you to take slow, small sips.
After you finished the milk, he took you in his arms and carried you to his bedroom. He carefully put you on his bed and covered you with the duvet. Then he laid next to you and hugged you. "Try to get some sleep, baby. I'm here."
You let out a whimper as you moved uncomfortably. You were having a hard time comprehending the situation and were afraid to give yourself to him, that was all. But Sherlock would help you. You soon felt sleepy. Your body relaxed as your eyelids closed and your head rested on his chest. Was it because of that milk? It had a strange sweet taste in it. Sherlock was right, it helped you to fall asleep.
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When you woke up, you felt more helpless than ever before. So emotional, so needy... You wanted Sherlock. You wanted to hug him and cry. Did Sherlock really bring out the feelings you buried inside? You couldn't think like you used to, you couldn't understand anything. As if your ability to comprehend what was going on around you and to think sensible had disappeared. You needed him so badly to guide you.
"Sherlock?" You whimpered in a low voice. There was only you in the room. It was evening, so the room was dark, but the table lamp was on. For some reason, waking up alone in his dark room and not being able to find him scared you. You started to cry as you sat down and called out to him over and over.
Within seconds he was in the room and was seated next to you. He pulled you to his chest and stroked your hair. He rocked back and forth as he placed his chin on your head. "Shh, I'm here. I'm here."
You fidgeted around him. You grabbed his arms, hit his chest, pulled his shirt, rested your head against his shoulder, wrapped your legs around him, rubbed yourself against his... not on purpose, of course. You just wanted him. Like a little cat in need of attention. But you liked the feeling you got.
"Don't leave me alone." You sobbed. He apologized to you many times and kissed your head. His body tensed from your wiggles, and his grip tightened. He pressed you much more to himself as you jumped a little on his lap for his attention. "How are you?" He ran his hand down back of your neck and followed your curve. With a shiver, your waist arched and you pressed your breasts on his chest. He could feel your round, lovely breasts and your hard nipples.
You easily forgave him and your attention was quickly distracted by his question. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you think about how you felt. He caressed your back and stretched the back of your tiny dress he had put on you while you sleep. You didn't even know what you were wearing. "I well sleep-" You struggled to make sentences. You were in an even weirder state than when you woke up. Difficulty speaking scared you, but you tended to forget that often.
"Good girl. Good little baby." His compliments took you out of your discomfort and quickly made you happy. You jumped on his lap and rubbed yourself against him to show your joy. Whatever was in his pocket seemed to become more noticeable as you moved. You could feel it under your tight panties and you loved that feeling.
He let out a hoarse groan and pressed you tight against him. It caused the thing in his pocket to sink deeper into your soft and sensitive part. It was much harder than before. He pressed his lips to your neck and inhaled your scent. "You're such a good girl."
You raised your arms and laughed. His hands caressed you from your waist to your arms. Part of his palm rubbed against your soft breasts. "Mmh, my baby's so happy." He smiled and laid you down and got on top of you. You chuckled and pushed his chest, but he fixed your legs at his waist and rubbed himself against your soft skin. You wanted more as the strange sensations between your legs were getting bigger and bigger. โ€œSherโ€ฆโ€ he shushed you when you were about to moan his name. "Call me daddy. I'm your daddy now, and you're my little baby."
"Okay daddy." You couldn't remember what you wanted to say to him, it felt so good where he rubbed. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth, throwing your head back. You felt his fingers on your neck and shoulder. He dropped the dress off your shoulders and revealed your breasts.
"Do you like it?" His deep voice made you tremble. He grabbed your soft butt and kept rubbing himself up and down. You wetted not only your panties but his pants as well.
You nodded and moaned in response, but he stopped and gave you a soft smack on the butt. You turned your face to him, which looked like was about to cry. He smiled and leaned over to kissed your cheek. He pulled your hair from your ears and whispered into your ear, his breath was hot. "Yes daddy."
Your sensitive body and emotions made you dizzy. You felt Sherlock's big hands kneading your breasts as tears rolled down your cheeks. You sobbed as he gently rubbed your nipples. "Yes daddy."
He wiped your cheeks with his thumb and calmed you down. "Shh, don't cry. Wanna apologize to your daddy?"
"Yes daddy!" You nodded eagerly and bit your lower lip. He smiled and pulled the dress to your belly, revealing your beautiful skin even more. After giving your legs for you to hold, he got naked, with watching your seductive breasts showing between your legs and your presented fluffy pussy under your wet penties. Your gaze was so pure, so innocent. You couldn't think, you just needed him. Just as he wanted.
You gasped when you saw his hard cock. It was huge! How could this be possible? He stroked himself, not taking his eyes off for a moment, from your face that was looking at his cock in confusion. The fact that his cock had caught your attention so much triggered his twisted feelings even more. "Daddy needs your help."
"Hurt?" You pointed your finger at it, trembling. He slowly pulled your panties off and watched with delight as your sticky juice stretched out of your pussy. "Daddy's dick craves for your little cunt. You're going to help me, right? Don't you want your daddy to feel good?"
"Yes, yes daddy! I help.." To taste your pussy, he stuck out his tongue and licked your clit slowly. His hot tongue you scream in joy. You were so soft and so sensitive, perfect. Your stomach tightened and you dripped more juice. He took your legs from you and bent over them, placing them as high as he could on either side of your head. Your breasts gave him a perfect view between your legs, your sweet pussy was dripping onto his bed, waiting to hug him. Your mouth was open and your eyes were lost. Oh, you were just like a doll.
"Do you trust me?" As much as you wanted him to touch you and wanted to help him, he knew you were scared. It was hard for you to believe the idea that you would enjoy taking something huge, he knew that. And he knew it would hurt a lot. But he needed you like crazy.
"Yes daddy." You whispered in fear. He kissed your lips and slowly pushed himself. It hurt so much as he forced your tight little walls to welcome him. You screamed and begged him to stop but he pushed himself a little more. "So tight, fuck."
"Daddy, please!" You sobbed so hard, your walls clenched around him like crazy.
"You make me feel so good baby." He moaned and closed his eyes for a moment. Your clenches made him thob over and over again. He knew you were in pain, he knew you were scared but you made him feel so good.
"Daddy!" You screamed with all your might. Trying to gather his high mind, Sherlock apologized to you and pulled his cock out. He tried to calm you down for a while. He kissed your cheeks, licked your tears, sucked your neck and nipples. He rubbed your clit so you wouldn't feel the pain. And meanwhile, he constantly praised you.
"You're such a good girl."
"I'm so proud of you."
"It won't always hurt like this, it's your first time."
"Do you trust your daddy?"
Yes, you trusted him. You loved him. And you let him to do that again. He thanked you for letting him and pushed himself again. Your screams filled the entire room, even the entire flat. Fortunately, Mrs Hudson wasn't at home. Even if she was, nothing would change. Sherlock would keep fucking you with passion anyway.
You bled a little. It mixed with your juice and dripped onto his bed. He never stopped stroking your clit as he thrusted deeper each time. "You're doing so great, baby. I'm so proud of you." He kept his slow pace for a long time, waiting for you to get used to him. As time passed, he felt you relaxed around him, and he increased his speed a little more.
"Daddy..." You sobbed and looked into his eyes. You looked so cute that he thrusted so hard and made you scream.
"I'm so sorry, babygirl. You're just so beautiful." He kissed your trembling lips.
"Beautiful?" You asked innocently and moaned when he hit your sweet spot. He smiled.
"Yeah, the most beautiful and obedient girl ever." He thrusted your sweet spot a few more times and made you smile. "Guess the pain is gone?"
You nodded and closed your eyes but he smacked your butt. "Words." He warned you sternly.
Scared, you opened your eyes and looked at his stern face. You whispered as tears filled your eyes. "Yes daddy. I'm sorry, I forgot."
He hit your sweet spot multiple times, making you moan. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth parted. "It's okay, babygirl. Don't cry."
He straightened himself up a little and placed your legs over his shoulders. Grabbing your soft waist, he pushed himself hard inside you. The feeling of fullness you felt inside and the intense sensitivity between your legs was perfect. You felt something was about to happen. "Daddy, I-" You didn't know how to say this, but he knew.
"I know, baby. Me too." He pressed your legs against himself and burried himself deep inside with hard thrusts. Your breasts bounced up and down with each of his thrust. Your voice shook, making your moans even more seductive. He stopped rubbing your clit and focused on your sweet spot. He was about to cum, but he wanted you to cum first.
He pulled your legs off his shoulders and sat you on his lap. He grabbed your waist and gently bounced you on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and moaned. He made you feel so good. The way he wrapped his arms around you, his endless praises he showered on you, everything was just too much. Your stomach cliched.
"Yeah..." Sherlock didn't know how long he could resist the feeling of your tight little walls. "I need you to cum." He whispered. "Cum for your daddy." He caressed himself hard on your sweet spot, trying not to cum. "Cum for me."
You were so close to something, but you didn't know what it was. You were dizzy and your eyes were a little blurry. A tickling sensation took over your stomach for a short while, then your whole body tightened. Your back arched as much as possible and you couldn't stop your shaking when you felt like you were exploded. You sent strong spasms around his cock and made him cum instantly. The way you milked his cock made him growl. He sucked your neck and whispered so many filthy things.
"My fuckdoll. Take my cum."
"You're my cumslut."
"You're my dumb little cumslut."
You should've cried because he was being so wild to you, but you liked that he wanted you so much and had such intense feelings for you. You liked being owned by him.
He laid you down on the bed and kissed your lips. Then he slowly pulled out his cock and stared with satisfaction at his thick cum dripping out of your used little hole. You finally became his little babydoll.
He took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. After washing your delicate body gently and quickly, he dressed you in clean clothes. He quickly changed the sheets, laid you on the bed and covered the duvet over you. "I'll be with you in ten minutes okay?"
"Okay daddy." You nodded and rubbed your eyes, clearly sleepy. He smiled and patted your head.
"I love you."
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Can someone roleplay on this post? I don't want to be involved. Any fandom. Here's an image to use as a prompt. Thanks
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