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mykinkyyandere · 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
AO3
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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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
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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. 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. 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. 
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.
“So, doc, truth or lie?”
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. He tried to peek from your position, raising his posture slightly, but you lifted the notebook so that he would not read.
“You'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.”
Moriarty crossed his hands over his belly covered by a dark blue linen shirt and gloated at your deductions.
“It'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.”
His offended sigh distracted you from your next remark. He had an exaggeratedly shocked expression on his face and his right hand had risen to rest where, you presumed, his heart lay.
“I'm offended, doc. I pride myself so much on the relationship I have built over the years with my little brother.”
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.
“But don't bother conferring with the old Ice Man. I've been very thorough in erasing traces of the past.”
You gave him a sad smile that hid the strong sense of disappointment.
“Ever heard of attorney-client privilege, Mr. Moriarty?”
He made a thoughtful groan but didn't add anything else. 
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.
“They're unbearably fucking boring!” He dropped his head back, colliding with the backrest and sighed audibly. “How can you be so blind to such a clear clue!”
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.
“I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Thomas, but it seems I have an emergency to attend to.”
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. 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. Your cold face changed to an offended and furious frown as you watched the man at your desk.
“I am quite sure Lucia informed you that I was busy.”
You finally caught his attention and he arched his neck to look at you.
“And I'm supposed to care about that?” He asked undisturbed, as he probed you from head to toe. He was probably enjoying your first human reaction to his person. 
“It should.” 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.“He is a patient in real need of assistance and you have interrupted his time, Mr. Moriarty.”
He shrugged, sneering. 
“So am I, didn't you hear what I said earlier?”
He was clearly poking at you now, and you were getting pulled in.
“To you this is all just a stupid game. A way to fill the void that your, oh so immense, knowledge cannot fill.”
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.
“Forgive me, doc, for giving you that feeling. What can I do about it?” His voice was clearly mocking.
“Get those shoes off my desk and sit on the couch like any fucking therapy patient.”
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 so quietly suggested to him.
You remained staring at the empty desk for a few seconds until a shaky, uncertain breath finally left your constricted lungs. 
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. 
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.
“I apologise for my behaviour. I stepped out of character.”
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.
“The robot attitude wouldn't hold for long, I assure you. I like you, doctor. Maybe we can be friends.”
His comment made you laugh unwillingly.
“I'm your analyst, not your friend.”
“One doesn't exclude the other, does it?”
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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trinittyy · 9 months
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fic recs
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just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.
note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.
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divider by @firefly-graphics
toxic affection - @love-toxin
warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship
pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader
literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr
but this was one of the first I found and it's epic
what's your escape - @gotnofucks
warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con
pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader
the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader
she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way
infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist
warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con
pairing: dark!clark kent x reader
poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man
sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.
naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18
warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con
pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader
guilty pleasure series
hate to love ransom but I can't help it
what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside
warnings: dub-con, character death
pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader
royal au
love me a good jealous steve
plot twist shocked the shit outta me
smut was out of this fucking world
love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist
warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con
pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader
modern vampire au (what's not to love there)
this actually made me cry like a bitch
ongoing series
sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.
kryptonite - @cherienymphe
warnings: non-con, obsession
pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader
the build-up and tension gave me actual chills
trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine
warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap
pairing: wayne munson x reader
guilty pleasure fic
absolute filthy smut
wrath of the dragon - @straywords
warnings: non-con, chasing
pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader
yet another down bad man
overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior
pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader
there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues
anxious - @syntheticavenger
warnings: stalking, kidnapping
pairing: dark!peter parker x reader
tasm peter
cutest in a way lol little fic
the dream that got away - @dotieeee
there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one
warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession
pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera
probably the first dark fic about morpheus
each chapter was a masterpiece
and i still haven't seen the show lol
thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger
warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage
pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader
a funny little unhinged lloyd fic
rsvp - @syntheticavenger
warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)
sequel to the fic listed above
lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering
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tulipsforvin · 6 months
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HOLMES BROTHERS
✧ Mycroft Holmes
mycroft x jealousGN!reader · as a yandere · face-sitting HCs · smut
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✧ Sherlock Holmes
missionary, riding or doggy? · as a yandere
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bluessmutifyplaylist · 10 months
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Hola, amigos.
Hi, Tumblr! I’m Blue, and I write fan fiction on Wattpad, Quotev, Ao3, and now Tumblr. I will write any smut about:
- My Hero Academia
- Ouran High School Host Club
- Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)
- Once Upon a Time
- DC Comics/Shows/Movies
- A Series of Unfortunate Events
- Yandere Simulator
- Harry Potter
-Naruto
- Anne With an E/Anne of Green Gables
- Caraval/Once Upon A Broken Heart
- Kakegurui
- The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
- Creepypasta 
- FNAF
- PJO/HoO
- Black Butler
- Twisted Wonderland
- Disney
- Death Note
- Umbrella Academy
- Star Wars
- Marvel
- Attack on Titan
- Genshin Impact
- Tokyo Revengers
- Stranger Things
- Fate of the Empress (ain’t no fanfiction on this blessing of a game)
- Tokyo Ghoul
- Elvis 
- Wednesday/Addams Family
- The Remarried Empress
- Arcane League of Legends
- Enola Holmes/Sherlock Holmes
- Luxiem/Nijisanji EN
- Welcome Home
- Howl’s Moving Castle
This is an nsfw blog. Reader can be of any gender or any sexuality. Doesn’t have to be Reader, I can do Character x OC, Character x Character, etc.
I will do pretty much any kink or fetish, aside from ones relating to human waste, pedophilia, anything with minors, incest, and I think that’s it.
Right now, Requests are Closed
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star1117-archives · 2 years
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hi, this is the anon who sent in an ask about how wonderful your yandere mingi miniseries is! since you have a request thing going on, i was hoping i can send in a request? <3 
pairing: yunho x fem!reader
genre: yandere, smut, college au (for extra spice, if you want: they became friends because y/n was assigned to a paired project with yunho for a class) 
specifications: stalker yunho, voyeur yunho, consensual sex (maybe y/n likes yunho too but doesn't know he has yandere behavior), daddy kink, name-calling
prompt: "you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel."
thank you for reading this! i hope you're doing well, and even if this doesn't get answered, i want to thank you for writing and providing us with good ateez content <3
Oh hey I remember you <33 tysm love and I hope you’re doing well anon :]
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➵ Pairing : Yunho X Fem!Reader
➵ Genre : Smut, College au, Yandere + Slight Crack
➵ W.C : 1813
➵ Warnings : Voyeurism, Non-consensual filming, Dirty talk, Simp Yunho, Sexual innuendos, Restraining, Explicit consent, Daddy kink, Humping, Marking, Posessiveness, Sex w/o prep (don’t do it), Perv/Stalker Yunho.
➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI
© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.
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“For fucks sake.”
Holding your bag over your head, you cursed at the sky as the heavens seemingly opened up above you. The flimsy material done little to shield you from the torrential rain so despite not being the most sporty of people, you sprinted across the pathway to the dorms on the other side of campus. Typical that the one person who didn’t seem like a dick in your class had to be the furthest away from you. Fucking typical.
When you finally reached his dorm, you knocked rapidly on it until Yunho answered, his eyes wide as he quickly ushered you in. Completely soaked to the skin, you had a scowl on your face that could make a grown man shiver as you stood in his hallway. Holding in a chuckle, he ruffled your hair and with a look of disdain, shook the water off it.
“You’re soaked, let me grab you a towel.”
Unable to control your flaring temper at the absurdity of the situation, you shouted after the boy as he walked away.
“Wow Yunho, you’re a real Sherlock Holmes!”
Coming back to you with a smile and a surprisingly fluffy towel Yunho threw it to you, managing to land it on top of your head and turning you into a ghost with very colourful language. Pulling the towel off your face, you started to dry your face and hair as you glared at him.
“You’re lucky there’s no one else to work with boy, but you’re on thin fuckin’ ice.”
Yunho rolled his eyes and nodded, his playful smirk fading when you started tugging your joggers down.
“Wha-”
Stripping yourself of your wet clothes, you thanked whatever God or deity there was that you’d kept your dance clothes on underneath. Looking up at Yunho with a raised eyebrow, you glanced at his bright red ears and stifled a chuckle.
“What, sad you’re not gonna get a striptease?”
“N-..No!”
Yunho sputtered to himself in shock before turning away with a shake of his head and guiding you out of the hallway, hand on your back as he lead you further into the dorm. His roommate, recognisable as San from your dance course, was sprawled out on the sofa, completely immersed in the tv as he tapped furiously on his controller.
“Wooyoung hurry up! The bunker! I said the bunker you deaf bitch! Mingi you fucking shot me you stupid fucking giraffe!”
Your eyes widened and Yunho chuckled nervously, slapping the back of San’s head and sighing when the boy slipped his headphones off without taking his eyes from the screen. Yunho hissed at him, just loud enough that you unintentionally heard.
“Y/N’s here, pause that damn game.”
San whined as his friends shouted through his headphones, clearly trying to talk to him.
“Yunho it’s a live game! How the fuck do I pause a live game?!”
Before Yunho could reply you rested a hand on his shoulder with a small smile, your mood brightened slightly from watching the two bicker.
“It’s okay, it’s not as if we’re doing the project with him anyways.”
Yunho turned to you in surprise, his eyes looking for something in your face as his expression was unrecognisable. You just couldn’t place how he felt right now.
“It’s just.. we don’t have a kitchen table cause we always eat in here so…”
You raised an eyebrow at Yunho in confusion, looking between him and San who was already immersed in his game once again.
“Well, unless San’s got you sleeping on the couch, ain’t you got a room?”
A flush spread across Yunho’s face at your words, the man coughing nervously as he stared at you dumbfounded for a second. When you waved a hand infront of his face, Yunho clicked back into gear and smiled widely, nodding.
“Okay then! Lemme just go tidy a little first, I wasn’t exactly expecting you.”
You chuckled and patted his shoulder.
“No need, with my manky ass brothers I’ve definitely seen it all.”
Yunho however grabbed your wrist with an urgency, his tone rushed.
“N-No!”
Your brows were furrowed as Yunho lead you around the sofa, practically forcing you down on it.
“Yunho it’s fi-“
“Stay here with San, I won’t be long.”
The finality in his tone left your face burning, gulping before nodding.
“Okay..”
Smiling, Yunho patted your head before walking away, leaving you to deal with the fire ravaging your body. Not even glancing away from the screen San sniggered, smirking in a knowing fashion.
“He likes you too you know, like really likes you.”
You turned to him in surprise, pushing his shoulder as you spoke.
“Who said I liked him?”
San tore his eyes away from the screen to look you up and down before turning back again, kissing his teeth.
“A unicorn riding a scooter through Buckingham palace would be less obvious than you lovesick fucks.”
Cursing and throwing his controller to the side, San stared directly at you as he spoke in an irritated manner, the black screen displaying a ‘Game Over’ drenched in blood.
“Get it out the way and fuck already, I’ll keep my headphones on to give y’all some privacy.”
There was truly nothing you had to say to the man infront of you, completely dumbfounded by his words. Luckily however you were saved by the bell when Yunho called out to you.
“Y/N?! You ready?!”
San turned around and ran his hands all over his back like a teenage boy, earning a middle finger when he turned back around with a smug smirk.
“Coming!”
“Already? Thought you’d last longer, to be frank.”
You let out a frustrated sigh and stomped away in the direction of Yunho’s voice.
“Fuck you Choi San!”
“Nah thanks, get Yunho to sub in for me!”
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Yunho raised an eyebrow when you came in with a scoff, grabbing your laptop from the bag slung over your shoulder before setting it down next to you on his bed.
“Something up?”
You shook your head and sat down, opening your laptop and clicking away.
“Nothing, just San being stupid.”
Yunho’s eyebrows creased at this, drawing your attention away from the screen when he spoke.
“What happened?”
You looked up in surprise and patted Yunho’s hand when you saw his concerned expression, chuckling quietly to yourself.
“He thinks you’re madly in love with me, and we should fuck now, since he’ll be on call with his friends.”
Shaking your head, you let out another scoff before redirecting your attention to the assignment.
“So what-”
Your eyes widened when your laptop slammed shut, looking at Yunho in silence as a new expression took over his features. One that didn’t look as innocent as you’d usually expect from the shy, friendly giant.
“And what if I was?”
You stared blankly at him for a second, struggling to process his words.
“What if you were what?”
Yunho chuckled and it sent a chill down your spine, goosebumps starting to rise as the room suddenly felt very hot.
“What if I was madly in love with you? Like utterly insane, deranged in love with you?”
He slowly took the laptop off your thighs, gaze hungry as he replaced it with one of his large hands.
“Would you let me show you? Show you how fucking crazy you drive me, Y/N?”
When you opened your mouth to reply Yunho’s connected with yours, the kiss sloppy but passionate. You instantly melted into his embrace, not fighting him when he laid you on your back. His body hovered over yours as his hands travelled your body, stopping at your wrists and catching them with one hand whilst his free hand grasped your chin. Nibbling on your bottom lip, Yunho pulled back triumphantly when he saw how beautiful they looked swollen. Now images of them wrapped around his cock plagued his mind, but he couldn’t do it. Not without your permission.
“Say it Y/N, tell me what I wanna hear.”
His thumb now stroked your lips, weighting down on them slightly to part them as you stared up at him in awe. All your bravado from before had been quickly taken from you by Yunho’s hungry stare, the boy’s eyes gleaming at the prospect of making you his. Yunho’s tone almost became whiny when he was met with pure silence however.
“Please, I gotta hear you say it.”
His thumb slowly moved from your lips to your cheek, caressing it as he eagerly awaited your answer. You gulped and nodded, breath hitching when Yunho’s grip tightened on you.
“Please… Daddy.”
Almost seeming shocked for a second, Yunho’s eyes widened slightly at the new name you’d given him. The effect of the title soon wore off however, especially when your eyes glistened with lust as you spoke.
“Show me.”
Wasting no time Yunho had already begun ridding himself of his sweatshirt while your hands tugged your tight shorts off. The boy’s smirk was almost crazed when he saw your underwear, lowering himself down slowly while you gripped his shorts. It was a mad struggle to pull each other’s clothes off, both of you desperately tearing at the fabrics. Eventually you were both left in your underwear, Yunho now fully on top of you, pinning your arms as he feverishly kissed your neck.
“Such a good… little slut.. giving yourself.. to me so… easily.”
You whimpered quietly and nodded, body jolting as Yunho’s clothed member rubbed against your core. It was like you were in high school all over again, your body moving against his almost automatically. The hisses and grunts leaving Yunho’s mouth as he shamelessly rutted onto you had your panties soaked, eyes tightly shut as you moaned. The heat radiating from the two of you already hung in the air, mixing with lust as both of your sweat mingled on each other’s skin. When you felt a little blossom of pain on your neck, you let out a pleasured cry, whimpering quietly as Yunho licked the spot he just bit.
“Pretty little..shit- whore… G-gotta mark you up… Make you mine.”
You let out a breathy moan of the male’s name as his hands gripped your legs, pushing them apart with ease before pushing his boxers down and pulling your panties to the side. One hand on your hip, Yunho slowly pushed into you with a groan, jaw clenched when you cried out in pain.
“It’s okay pretty… I’ll shit- I’ll stretch you out.”
You nodded quickly, hands finding his forearms and nails digging into his skin. The male simply let out a breathy laugh at this, glancing at the little red dot hidden on his shelf before pressing messy a kiss to your lips, making sure they were even more swollen by the time he pulled away.
He had to make sure his little slut looked picture-perfect for the camera, after all.
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sherlockfoolm · 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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WRITING RULES
A/N: I want to be more active so here it is who and what I write for :) requests are almost always open. And if you want to request something that is not listed here give it a try!
What fandoms I write for:
(just so you know, if you want to request a fandom I'm not currently in just ask and I will try my best)
mcu
dc
hp
stranger things
chronicles of narnia
twilight
after
asoue
the office
ahs (mostly season 1 )
httyd
vampire diaries
wednesday (not only the recent serie, but even the old films)
fnaf
hp marauders era
victorius
icarly
creepypasta
xmen
bbc sherlock holmes
elementary
shameless
the turning
It
star wars
umbrella academy
rick and morty
misfits
maze runner
titans
hunger games
tmnt
divergent
skins
scream 1
mha
pirates of the caribbeans
heathers
atonement
pjo
mphfpc
ever after high
monster high
mlp
ouat
shallow grave
gravity falls
steven universe
mlb
descendants
Jurassic Park/World
and almost every cartoon show
What I write:
smut
fluff
angst
hurt/comfort
age regression
yandere
Poly relationship
If you have scenarios that involve other situations feel free to ask
What i will not write for (TW):
pedophilia (for me this includes some BIG age gaps and sexual scenarios with age regression)
sa
con non con
tempted suicide (I mean I won't write the attempt, but I am willing to try and write the after)
stalking (in detail)
murder
grafic violence
pregnancy
redemption arc (depends ond the character)
Character x Character (unless for poly relationships character x reader x character)
heavy BDSM
anything that makes me uncomfortable (I mean that if a request makes me uncomfortable I will not write it.)
That's it, once in a while come back to see if i get in new fandoms or there's any change :)
P.s. when requesting remember that I'm a human too lol, it will take some time to write and always be polite ofc
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failing-life2 · 1 year
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About this account:
The creator:
I'm religious
I like sci-fi
I like history
I use she/her (But I have no problem with they/them)
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Fandoms I write for: (Soon means I haven't finished watching it)
Supernatural
The Umbrella Academy
Criminal minds (Soon)
The Sandman
The Vampire Diaries
Sherlock Holmes
Doctor Who (Soon)
Good Omens
The Boys
Marvel
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What I will be writing:
As I have stated in my bio, I will not be writing things like [Character] x [Character] or [Character] x Reader. I will be doing crossovers, platonic ships, platonic!reader, or headcannons. This is because of religious reasons and because I'm not very comfortable writing romance, if two characters are cannonically together in the movie/show I will include that in the story but I won't write an entire fic for their relationship alone. This may not be the ideal content a lot of people want but I've had this idea for a while and really wanted to do it.
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Requests:
Regarding requests I don't properly know how to create an asks box (I don't know if that's how you say it) so for the mean time I will be writing any ideas that pop into my head but as soon as I figure out how, I will open request to specific dates.
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Yes and No's
Fluf ✔️
Smut ✖️
Platonic ✔️
Romance ✖️
Crossovers ✔️
Headcannons ✔️
Yandere (romantic or platonic) ✖️
Angst ✔️
Hurt/Comfort ✔️
AU ✔️
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Age rating for blog:
All ages (unless specified)
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That's all for now, once I actually start writing I will create a masterlist.
Goodbye~
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JUST-DREAMING-MARVEL’S REQUEST GUIDELINES
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I do not write smut or non-con (which is rape, btw).
I do not write yandere or alpha/omega/beta fics or age regression.
I will write female readers or gender-neutral readers. If you do not specify, I get to choose.
I write for the following characters:
Marvel: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stucky, and The Avengers (as a group)
Sherlock Holmes: RDJ!Sherlock Holmes
Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi
I get to make the decision on whether or not I write your request.
Please respect when the requests are closed. There is a reason and I will try to open requests as soon as I am able (physically, mentally, and emotionally).
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1. fics are written with female or gender neutral readers.
2. i write angst, fluff, and smut (fem!reader only).
minors please dni with content marked 18+
3. i reserve the right to delete any request as i see fit.
4. time may vary on each request and i cannot guarantee when i will get around to writing them. please be patient with me <3
5. i do not permit any of my fics to be copied, translated, or reposted to other sites.
6. the following lists are subject to change and i may add more as they come to mind.
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who i write for:
outer banks
rafe cameron
jj maybank
the gray man
courtland gentry/sierra six
lloyd hansen
call of duty
simon “ghost” riley
könig
stranger things
eddie munson
steve harrington
marvel
peter parker (all)
steven grant/marc spector
stephen strange (all)
bucky barnes
steve rogers
sam wilson
loki laufeyson
thor odinson
misc
sherlock holmes (bbc)
khan noonien singh
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what i will not write:
non-con/dub-con
a/b/o
incest
pedophilia
abuse/harassment
polyamorous relationships
yandere
kidnapping
eating disorders
drug use
suicide
self-harm
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Even the devil was once an angel | [1/?]
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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: 2714
Warning: +18, mind games, angst and smut, hurt/comfort, stalker!Moriarty (Jim Moriarty is his own warning)
Next Chap: 2
I. The day we met
The first time you meet James Moriarty, he pretends to be someone else.
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That morning London showed leniency to its citizens, letting the clouds clear from the gloomy day of the day before and giving way to warm sunshine that broke the dry and cold temperatures.
The little park outside your window was teeming with so many different people. Mothers who accompanied their children to school, engaged couples who stopped along the road to exchange affection, elderly people who let themselves be carried away by their pets.
For a brief moment you identified in one of those people, away from the twisted world you floated in, gasping for air to try not to fall down again.
How pleasant it must have been to lead such a simple life. Follow a policy that doesn't put your life at risk for even a second.
You heard the unmistakable sound of an email and turned on yourself in the mobile chair, taking your mind away from your fantasies and returning to reality. You opened the mail and read its contents.
You absentmindedly ran your fingertips over the computer keyboard, quickly deciphering the message and dwelling on the unmistakable initials of Mycroft Holmes. 
Although it sounded more like an order than a real request for assistance, you forced yourself to respond passively and affirmatively about your presence at the appointed meeting place.
Just before you could send the mail, a soft knock came to your door.
Let your eye scroll one last time on the encrypted script you used and then with a click you send your reply back to the sender. You immediately closed your email-box and invited your patient to come in.
Your secretary had warned you that same morning that a new patient had requested a consultation and since she had determined from the tone of his voice that it was urgent she had placed him the same day.
The white door clicked and this little man appeared on its doorstep and snapped his neck from right to left, trying to locate you.
When he found you, his lips parted in an embarrassed smile and he moved from one foot to the other on the door while he seemed to assume an excited and anxious attitude that made you raise your eyebrows in a funny way.
“Good morning,” he stomped forward and reached over your desk, “Richard Brook. I made a meeting this morning with your assistant.”
With a smile, you grabbed his hand and noticed an unusual nervous tremor. The grip was weak and his fingers were smooth but before you could linger too long, his hand slipped away from you.
“Of course, I've already been informed. Nice to meet you, Mr. Brook.”
You rose to your feet and with your heels you noticed that you were slightly taller than the man. You went around the desk, approaching him and with one arm pointed to the real leather armchair not far from you.
You avoided touching him, raising a hand behind his back only to urge him to move forward but without creating real contact. You felt too much agitation in the air. Probably an unexpected gesture from you would have put him on the run.
“Oh, yes, thank you.” He makes an odd leap forward as he runs a hand behind his neck. “Please, just Richard.” He added as he dropped to the soft dark leather.
The room offered a wide space, occupied only by a mahogany desk and an office chair, the welcoming chair for patients and a small single armchair where you sat immediately, closer to study your client.
He was wearing a one-size-fits-all gray T-shirt and ripped jeans of a faded blue. He waved his sneakers over each other, often making your gaze fall down.
“Anything makes you comfortable, Richard.”
You forced your gaze back to him, focusing on his hazel eyes and his dark, undone hair.
Everything about him showed little attention to himself but inevitably your eyes rested on young, well-manicured hands. His nails were short and freshly trimmed, no bite marks along the surrounding flesh and cuticles.
Richard caught your attention and casually placed his hands between his thighs, hiding any other signals. 
An alarm bell rang in your brain, warning you that you had a great actor in front of you.
Before he could notice your moment of evaluation, let the most sincere smile slip on your face and closed your eyelids to prevent him from reading a fake.
“So, Richard. What would you like to talk about today? Is there a reason for your presence here?”
You brought your hand to your chest and hips, mimicking a search for something and stood up. You had to get back to your desk as quickly as possible.
The man followed your movement, his mouth slightly open to speak.
“What a careless, I forgot the folder. Forgive me a second...”
You had just passed the chair when the reloading click of an unmistakable weapon rang behind you.
“Unusual for the government's personal psychiatrist to forget something so elementary. Reeeeeally disappointing.”
It was the low pitch slowly rising into a childish moan that sent a shiver down your spine.
It wasn't the first time you had dealt with psychotic killers but it was definitely the first time anyone had found you in the undercover job.
You wore the best rigid and impenetrable mask you could find in that unexpected situation and forced your eyes to focus only on the weapon that was pointed directly at you instead of looking for the cameras that Mycroft had placed in your office. If you only had a vague idea who he was you were sure he would easily catch your eye.
The rigid and anxious body of the man who had entered the office seemed to have completely melted away, giving way to one full of arrogance and sadistic fun.
“Beginner's mistake, right?”
You frowned at his remark but luckily the guy was protagonist enough to explain without having to ask for anything.
“The hands. I didn't want to ruin them. I'm a prima donna on this.” He held his right one up in front of his face, looking curiously at the nails. “I must have underestimated you a little too much.”
He laughed a little at your neutral expression, almost wanting to break it just for the sake of seeing you scared or angry.
“It seems that my boys are doing a great job with bugs...” He dropped his back against the chair as if he were the owner of the place and waved the gun to point to the whole office before pointing it at you again.
You felt that if you remained silent for a long time, the man would have shot you without thinking twice.
“Who are you?” It was a stupid question, the first thing you thought of saying without sounding nervous.
The amusement that lit up his face turned into an expression of complete coldness. His eyes blocked your every chance of reading, darkening and narrowing dangerously.
“No, no, no...” he moaned, looked away from your figure but before you could even think of moving a muscle, he jumped up from his chair and took two big strides in your direction.
It took all your willpower not to flinch from that sudden outburst that had dragged him within inches of you. The barrel of the gun pressed hard just above your breasts, giving you bursts of pain from the excessive pressure.
“Haven't you figured out who I am yet ?!”
The high tone of voice made you clench your jaw and painfully bite the inside of your cheek to avoid jolting. The difference in height didn't give you any advantage and the more you looked into the depths of those dilated pupils, the more you became aware that it was an animal ready to jump on your throat.
You thought about it for a few moments and then sighed loudly. It couldn't be anyone but him.
“My assistant does careful research on every patient who crosses my threshold. Before letting you in, she must have necessarily identified you and this means that the results she found on Richard Brook were reliable. However, you staged a little theater, committing yourself to make me believe that you are exactly the desperate and melancholy little boy without keep in mind my professionalism.”
You watched his irritated expression slowly crack. You took that as a good sign.
“The ability to create a well-recognized false identity, the art of knowing how to play a role, your knowledge about my work, the fact that I have stand in the way of only one subject in the last two years...” eyes from bottom to top, connecting your gazes again. “I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Moriarty.”
You were incredibly angry with Holmes for not showing you at least half a photo of the man you were dismantling the entire criminal link to.
Knowing the identity of Moriarty was reserved for very few, true, but if there was even the slightest chance that the criminal could identify you, you wanted him to have been reported to you.
James Moriarty gave you a smile before turning his back to you and spread his arms in a theatrical and dramatic gesture.
“Din din din! Looks like someone just spared a bullet.” He commented enthusiastically.
Without being seen, you turned your head to the desk and thought of the Walther suspended and away from you under the desk. You took a couple of steps back, pretending to have pain in your joints and being forced into a movement to stretch your legs.
But the criminal didn't seem to care because he slipped the gun between his waistband and jeans, stretched like a cat with his arms up, and began wandering around the room, studying the various photos and documents leaning against the gray wall.
“I thought you were just another puppet in the hands of the government, doctor.” He said your title as a strange mockery as he grabbed your psychotherapist qualification off the wall. “But I have to change my mind, you seem to be vaguely competent in what you do.”
The rational and conservative part of you suppressed the compelling and suicidal urge to retort and humiliate him.
“He seems to be very knowledgeable about me. I thought there were no documents certifying my work with the government.”
You took another cautious step back and finally felt the surface of the desk beneath your fingers as you slowly arched your knees to feel down.
“What a stupid conclusion, doc. I can call you doc, right?”
You finally feel your fingers closing around the grip of the gun but you see Moriarty's free arm rise high and the sound of a snap of fingers resounds in the room.
A few seconds passed where you couldn't figure out what had changed but then the figure of the criminal turned and focused on you and at the gun that you were holding by your side.
Exasperated, he rolled his eyes.
“I feel offended, doc. I thought we were having fun here.” He rests the frame that he was holding back in its place, adjusting it to the maximum of obsessive and then holds out a hand to you, in a clear gesture.
When you look down on your hand you find the red dot of a sniper rifle and a tired smile is painted on your lips. Did you seriously have any chance against this man who was 10 steps ahead of you?
“You can't blame me for trying, can you?”
Your voice came out more amused than it should and Moriarty noticed it because he returned to smile at you with that maniacal expression as you put the gun in his open hand.
You had learned a lot about James Moriarty. Mycroft Holmes had told you about it, back then when he had entrusted you with several members of the Mexican cartel to be questioned and 'persuaded' to gossip about their highest bidder. You had been told of the criminal's incredible danger and you were also aware of his unstable voluptuousness in changing his mind, opinion and actions. 
You were certain that if the vocabulary was aware of the person, under the word psychopath you would find his face.
To buy time, it was enough to play his own game without unbalancing.
“We are not all great geniuses, Mr. Moriarty, but I assure you that we can do very well even without being.”
Interminable seconds of silence passed and your thoughts wandered to your young secretary a few meters from you, regardless of what was happening inside your room. If the man had shot, would she have run to see what happened or would she have run away?
You were hoping for the second one, you really didn't want to have a woman on your conscience not aware of your real job.
James closed his hand on the weapon but also grabbed your fingers in the process. You still felt that the sniper was aimed at you but Moriarty had an interested and heated look in his eyes.
“I can't deny it. John Watson seems to be a great addition to the balance of the Holmes and you...” he chuckled, maniacally as he absently stroked your fingers over the gun, the barrel of the gun pointed at you “... you definitely pissed me off doing that magic number on my precious buyers and sellers.”
Then, without warning, you felt the cold surface of the Walther forcefully push under your chin, like a dangerous caress. The fingers of James' right hand landed on your face and he used his thumb to force against your lips, violently, squeezing the soft flesh against your white teeth.
“I wonder how much your language proficiency is really worth.”
An unhealthy thought won you over. Jim Moriarty was really a rare case to study, a level of psychic disorder so severe that it could no longer even be considered pathological but that he maintained a healthy and real awareness of himself and the surrounding environment. You had dealt with psychopaths or schizophrenics but they all had a different, almost abstract, unreal conception of the world. 
And he had a weakness. He liked to play.
You must have been a bit crazy too to propose what you were about to propose to him.
“How about betting then?”
The pressure on your face eased, the gun lowered a few centimeters but you didn't dare to take your eyes off the man who was holding you in his hand and under fire. His body reaction had confirmed that you were riding the right wave, though.
“I can give you a demonstration of how I do it. I guess you are thinking that your clients are stupid enough to be manipulated by a simple psychotherapist. If you really think you are immune to all sorts of my therapy, you risk nothing.”
You felt his fingertips absentmindedly caress your skin just below your dark circles and for a second you had the terrible feeling that he could snap and pull your eyes out of their sockets just for the sake of making you scream and apologize for your insolence.
But instead of doing so, a long groan of perplexity vibrated from his throat as his lips slowly curved into a crooked but satisfied smile.
He unexpectedly pressed his hand with the gun against your cheek and the free hand on the opposite side. You felt the cold metal push until it left temporary marks but you were too busy with his face hovering over yours to be distracted.
“You have a special subject to study, what do I have in return?”
“A temporary distraction...” his face remained impassive at your words so you forced yourself to add more sarcastically than rationally: "and the satisfaction of being able to shoot me in case I have shown you that I'm not as good as the government describes me.”
You were still alive and your head wasn't leaking brain matter so, somehow, he must have liked your answer when he left your office.
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Rules and Guidelines (Request Rules)
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Dni
Homophobes
Ableists
Racists
Transphobes
Islamophobes
Yandere/Dark blogs
Minors under 10
Pedos
Hebephiles
Ephebophiles
Proshippers
Basic DNI
Fem Aligned
People who post inappropriate content (example: images of naked men or women) like please if that’s what you are looking for leave my page immediately and feel free to block me.
If you are fem!aligned and you do interact with my page you will be blocked, my stuff isn’t for you and you need to accept that.
Rules
Do not post my work as your own
Not required but likes and reposts are appreciated
Any prompts that I make are free to be used as long as you give credit
I have the right to deny any requests so if your request gets denied I will let you know and explain why.
Requests (READ THIS BEFORE REQUESTING)
x Male!Reader/ x Gn!Reader ONLY
Mention if you want male or gn, or else I’ll automatically do gn.
No Character x Character
Make sure to say if you want a skit, fic, or headcanons
Character head cannons are a-okay!
Trans or Cis reader/character is allowed
I may or may not do poly ships but I am open to them
I will write minors but only platonically (Siblings/Friends/Reader being their parent)
Single Dad/Parent reader is also fine with me
I will write teen relationships (but nothing sexual cause that’s creepy af)
As of now idk how I feel about writing smut, and honestly I'm not really down for it.
Proposal/wedding headcanons are good too
Romantic or Platonic
Characters as parents or siblings are allowed
Reader as parent or sibling is allowed (and of course romantic and/or platonic as long as it follows my guide)
No hard angst, I will do light/medium though
No Yandere/Dark requests
Kidnapping-related requests are allowed as long as the character or you are not the one doing it. (Like the reader being rescued from a kidnapper for ex.)
Headcanons are welcome too
AU's are also welcomed
I will NOT be doing the following. ABO, Bang or Die, Sex pollen, Unhappy Endings, Pregnancy of the reader, Heat, or any heavy sexual tropes.
Reader with another character’s personality or traits,(ex. Male!Reader who is like Sherlock Holmes).
Non-Human reader/character are also okay with me! (I won’t do zoophile-related things) (Ex. Werewolf Reader is allowed but not like a straight-up dog being in a relationship with a person).
Prompts
You can use either one of the prompts in the prompt list or a prompt of your own
Make sure to be specific about who the prompt is for and if it's a dialogue prompt make sure to say who is saying it
Make sure to say whether it is male or gn, if you don’t specify I’ll do Gn.
Other than that enjoy your stay! :D
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hi, this is the anon who sent in an ask about how wonderful your yandere mingi miniseries is! since you have a request thing going on (congrats on 1k, by the way!!), i was hoping i can send in a request? <3
pairing: yunho x fem!reader
genre: yandere, smut, college au (for extra spice, if you want: they became friends because y/n was assigned to a paired project with yunho for a class)
specifications: stalker yunho, voyeur yunho, consensual sex (maybe y/n likes yunho too but doesn't know he has yandere behavior), daddy kink, name-calling
prompt: "you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel."
thank you for reading this! i hope you're doing well, and even if this doesn't get answered, i want to thank you for writing and providing us with good ateez content <3
Oh hey I remember you <33 tysm love and I hope you’re doing well anon :]
Tw: Non-consensual filming and Mature scenes ahead, proceed with caution.
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“For fucks sake.”
Holding your bag over your head, you cursed at the sky as the heavens seemingly opened up above you. The flimsy material done little to shield you from the torrential rain so despite not being the most sporty of people, you sprinted across the pathway to the dorms on the other side of campus. Typical that the one person who didn’t seem like a dick in your class had to be the furthest away from you. Fucking typical.
When you finally reached his dorm, you knocked rapidly on it until Yunho answered, his eyes wide as he quickly ushered you in. Completely soaked to the skin, you had a scowl on your face that could make a grown man shiver as you stood in his hallway. Holding in a chuckle, he ruffled your hair and with a look of disdain, shook the water off it.
“You’re soaked, let me grab you a towel.”
Unable to control your flaring temper at the absurdity of the situation, you shouted after the boy as he walked away.
“Wow Yunho, you’re a real Sherlock Holmes!”
Coming back to you with a smile and a surprisingly fluffy towel Yunho threw it to you, managing to land it on top of your head and turning you into a ghost with very colourful language. Pulling the towel off your face, you started to dry your face and hair as you glared at him.
“You’re lucky there’s no one else to work with boy, but you’re on thin fuckin’ ice.”
Yunho rolled his eyes and nodded, his playful smirk fading when you started tugging your joggers down.
“Wha-“
Stripping yourself of your wet clothes, you thanked whatever God or deity there was that you’d kept your dance clothes on underneath. Looking up at Yunho with a raised eyebrow, you glanced at his bright red ears and stifled a chuckle.
“What, sad you’re not gonna get a striptease?”
“N-..No!”
Yunho sputtered to himself in shock before turning away with a shake of his head and guiding you out of the hallway, hand on your back as he lead you further into the dorm. His roommate, recognisable as San from your dance course, was sprawled out on the sofa, completely immersed in the tv as he tapped furiously on his controller.
“Wooyoung hurry up! The bunker! I said the bunker you deaf bitch! Mingi you fucking shot me you stupid fucking giraffe!”
Your eyes widened and Yunho chuckled nervously, slapping the back of San’s head and sighing when the boy slipped his headphones off without taking his eyes from the screen. Yunho hissed at him, just loud enough that you unintentionally heard.
“Y/N’s here, pause that damn game.”
San whined as his friends shouted through his headphones, clearly trying to talk to him.
“Yunho it’s a live game! How the fuck do I pause a live game?!”
Before Yunho could reply you rested a hand on his shoulder with a small smile, your mood brightened slightly from watching the two interact.
“It’s okay, it’s not as if we’re doing the project with him anyways.”
Yunho turned to you in surprise, his eyes looking for something in your face as his expression was unrecognisable. You just couldn’t place how he felt right now.
“It’s just.. we don’t have a kitchen table cause we always eat in here so…”
You raised an eyebrow at Yunho in confusion, looking between him and San who was already immersed in his game once again.
“Well unless San’s got you sleeping on the couch, ain’t you got a room?”
A flush spread across Yunho’s face at your words, the man coughing nervously as he stared at you dumbfounded for a second. When you waved a hand infront of his face, Yunho clicked back into gear and smiled widely, nodding.
“Okay then! Lemme just go tidy a little first, I wasn’t exactly expecting you.”
You chuckled and patted his shoulder.
“No need, with my manky ass brothers I’ve definitely seen it all.”
Yunho however grabbed your wrist with an urgency, his tone rushed.
“N-No!”
Your brows were furrowed as Yunho lead you around the sofa, practically forcing you down on it.
“Yunho it’s fi-“
“Stay here with San, I won’t be long.”
The finality in his tone left your face burning, gulping before nodding.
“Okay..”
Smiling, Yunho patted your head before walking away, leaving you to deal with the fire ravaging your body. Not even glancing away from the screen San sniggered, smirking in a knowing fashion.
“He likes you too you know, like really likes you.”
You turned to him in surprise, pushing his shoulder as you spoke.
“Who said I liked him?”
San tore his eyes away from the screen to look you up and down before turning back again, kissing his teeth.
“A unicorn riding a scooter through Buckingham palace would be less obvious than you lovesick fucks.”
Cursing and throwing his controller to the side, San stared directly at you as he spoke in an irritated manner, the black screen displaying a ‘Game Over’ drenched in blood.
“Get it out the way and fuck already, I’ll keep my headphones on to give y’all some privacy.”
There was truly nothing you had to say to the man infront of you, completely dumbfounded by his words. Luckily however you were saved by the bell when Yunho called out to you.
“Y/N?! You ready?!”
San turned around and ran his hands all over his back like a teenage boy, earning a middle finger when he turned back around with a smug smirk.
“Coming!”
“Already? Thought you’d last longer to be frank.”
You let out a frustrated sigh and stomped away in the direction of Yunho’s voice.
“Fuck you Choi San!”
“Nah thanks, get Yunho to sub in for me!”
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Yunho raised an eyebrow when you came in with a scoff, grabbing your laptop from the bag slung over your shoulder before setting it down next to you on his bed.
“Something up?”
You shook your head and sat down, opening your laptop and clicking away.
“Nothing, just San being stupid.”
Yunho’s eyebrows creased at this, drawing your attention away from the screen when he spoke.
“What happened?”
You looked up in surprise and patted Yunho’s hand when you saw his concerned expression, chuckling quietly to yourself.
“He thinks you’re madly in love with me and we should fuck now since he’ll be on call with his friends.”
Shaking your head, you let out another scoff before redirecting your attention to the assignment.
“So what-”
Your eyes widened when your laptop slammed shut, looking at Yunho in silence as a new expression took over his features. One that didn’t look as innocent than you’d expect from the shy, friendly giant.
“And what if I was?”
You stared blankly at him for a second, struggling to process his words.
“What if you were what?”
Yunho chuckled and it sent a chill down your spine, goosebumps starting to rise as the room suddenly felt very hot.
“What if I was madly in love with you? Like utterly insane, deranged in love with you?”
He slowly took the laptop off your thighs, gaze hungry as he replaced it with one of his large hands.
“Would you let me show you? Show you how fucking crazy you drive me, Y/N?”
When you opened your mouth to reply Yunho’s connected with yours, the kiss sloppy but passionate. You instantly melted into his embrace, not fighting him when he laid you on your back. His body hovered over yours as his hands travelled your body, stopping at your wrists and catching them with one hand whilst his free hand grasped your chin. Nibbling on your bottom lip, Yunho pulled back triumphantly when he saw how beautiful they looked swollen. Now images of them wrapped around his cock plagued his mind, but he couldn’t do it. Not without your permission.
“Say it Y/N, tell me what I wanna hear.”
His thumb now stroked your lips, weighting down on them slightly to part them as you stared up at him in awe. All your bravado from before had been quickly taken from you by Yunho’s hungry stare, the boy’s eyes gleaming at the prospect of making you his. Yunho’s tone almost became whiny when he was met with pure silence however.
“Please, I gotta hear you say it.”
His thumb slowly moved from your lips to your cheek, caressing it as he eagerly awaited your answer. You gulped and nodded, breath hitching when Yunho’s grip tightened on you.
“Please… Daddy.”
Almost seeming shocked for a second, Yunho’s eyes widened slightly at the new name you’d given him. The effect of the title soon wore off however, especially when your eyes glistened with lust as you spoke.
“Show me.”
Wasting no time Yunho had already begun ridding himself of his sweatshirt while your hands tugged your tight shorts off. The boy’s smirk was almost crazed when he saw your underwear, lowering himself down slowly while you gripped his shorts. It was a mad struggle to pull each other’s clothes off, both of you desperately tearing at the fabrics. Eventually you were both left in your underwear, Yunho now fully on top of you, pinning your arms as he feverishly kissed your neck.
“Such a good… little slut.. giving yourself.. to me so… easily.”
You whimpered quietly and nodded, body jolting as Yunho’s clothed member rubbed against your core. It was like you were in high school all over again, your body moving against his almost automatically. The hisses and grunts leaving Yunho’s mouth as he shamelessly rutted onto you had your panties soaked, eyes tightly shut as you moaned. The heat radiating from the two of you already hung in the air, mixing with lust as both of your sweat mingled on each other’s skin. When you felt a little blossom of pain on your neck, you let out a pleasured cry, whimpering quietly as Yunho licked the spot he just bit.
“Pretty little..shit- whore… G-gotta mark you up... Make you mine.”
You let out a breathy moan of the male’s name as his hands gripped your legs, pushing them apart with ease before pushing his boxers down and pulling your panties to the side. One hand on your hip, Yunho slowly pushed into you with a groan, jaw clenched when you cried out in pain.
“It’s okay pretty… I’ll shit- I’ll stretch you out.”
You nodded quickly, hands finding his forearms and nails digging into his skin. The male simply let out a breathy laugh at this, glancing at the little red dot hidden on his shelf before pressing messy a kiss to your lips, making sure they were even more swollen by the time he pulled away.
He had to make sure his little slut looked picture-perfect for the camera after all.
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Hello, there!
Hi, Tumblr! I’m Blue, and I write fan fiction on Wattpad, Quotev, and now Tumblr. I will write anything about:
- My Hero Academia
- Ouran High School Host Club
- Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)
- Once Upon a Time
- DC Comics/Shows/Movies
- A Series of Unfortunate Events
- Harry Potter
-Naruto
- Anne With an E/Anne of Green Gables
- Caraval/Once Upon A Broken Heart
- Kakegurui
- The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
- Creepypasta 
- FNAF
- PJO/HoO
- Black Butler
- Twisted Wonderland
- Disney
- Death Note
- Umbrella Academy
- Star Wars
- Marvel
- Attack on Titan
- Genshin Impact
- Tokyo Revengers
- Stranger Things
- Fate of the Empress (ain’t no fanfiction on this blessing of a game)
- Tokyo Ghoul
- Elvis 
- Wednesday/Addams Family
- The Remarried Empress
- Arcane League of Legends
- Enola Holmes/Sherlock Holmes
- Luxiem/Nijisanji EN
- Welcome Home
- Howl’s Moving Castle
I write angst, fluff, yandere, etc. I will do my best with crossovers. I can write suggestive things, but no pure smut on this blog. Reader can be of any gender or any sexuality. Doesn’t have to be Reader, I can do Character x OC, Character x Character, etc.
If you’ve got any recs, those are appreciated. I am currently making my way through: Tokyo Ghoul, JJBA, Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece.
Right now, Requests are Closed
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IMPORTANT !!
i Do Not write fics, i instead write short and sweet bullet points for imagines, i find it takes less time but i can still add lots of detail into them, so you won't have to wait a long time for you to get your request!!
i will write match ups for people!! however i won't add them to my masterlist.
characters i write for..
ryuunosuke naruhodou
sherlock holmes / herlock sholmes
kazuma asougi
gina lestrade
maria goulloyne
barok van zieks
things i won't write for..
nsfw (smut, implied nsfw, really grotesque horror)
kidnapping scenarios (make me and a loooot of people uncomfy)
yanderes
r//pe or any illegal stuff please
dr//g related stuff
ships ! it's not that i'm uncomfortable with shipping, i just don't think i would be very good at writing ships ;;
max amount of characters per ask is 2 (for now) until i'm more advanced as an imagines blog and can physically take more than 2 characters ahaha
i've probably missed some stuff so if you have any questions then please don't hesitate to ask !!
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