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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

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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

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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doflamingadonquixote · 2 years

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Even the devil was once an angel | [2/?]

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. 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.

#jim moriarty #jim moriarty x reader #female reader #bbc sherlock #sherlock fandom #sherlock fanfic #sherlock holmes #angst and smut #hurt/comfort #terapist to friend #friend to lovers #male yandere #mind manipulation

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trinittyy · 9 months

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fic recs

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.

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

#fic rec #dark fic #dark!clark kent #dark!peter parker #dark!steve rogers #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!morpheus #dark!curtis everett #dark!sherlock holmes #dark!daemon targaryen #dark!bruce wayne #dark!bakugou #dark!ransom drysdale #x reader

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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

✧ Sherlock Holmes

missionary, riding or doggy? · as a yandere

#mycroft holmes x y/n #mycroft holmes x you #mycroft holmes x reader #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #mtp mycroft holmes #mtp sherlock holmes #serraaphim's masterlist #serraaphim

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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

#demon slayer smut #bnha smut #obey me smut #twst smut #smut

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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 :]

➵ 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

“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!”

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

#Sherlock Holmes #Gotham #Dc #Star Wars #Spiderman #jareth the goblin king #the labyrinth #Slashers #fanfiction #x reader #yandere

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somelonelywriter · 11 months

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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

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

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)

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~

#supernatural #marvel #good omens #the umberella academy #sherlock holmes #the boys #the sandman #criminal minds #doctor who #fanfiction #fanfic #sci-fi

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pendragon-writes · 2 years

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Rules and Guidelines (Request Rules)

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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doflamingadonquixote · 2 years

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Even the devil was once an angel | [1/?]

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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yungisstar1117-writes · 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 (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.”

“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!”

“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-“

“What, sad you’re not gonna get a striptease?”

“N-..No!”

“Wooyoung hurry up! The bunker! I said the bunker you deaf bitch! Mingi you fucking shot me you stupid fucking giraffe!”

“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?”

“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?”

“Say it Y/N, tell me what I wanna hear.”

“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.”

“Show me.”

“Such a good… little slut.. giving yourself.. to me so… easily.”

“Pretty little..shit- whore… G-gotta mark you up... Make you mine.”

“It’s okay pretty… I’ll shit- I’ll stretch you out.”

He had to make sure his little slut looked picture-perfect for the camera after all.

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blues824 · 2 years

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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.

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mykinkyyandere · 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.)

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. “Sher…” 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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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Good Kitty

AO3

Pairings: (BBC) Yandere!Sherlock X Yandere!John X f!Reader

Summary: You're a good kitty and good kitties wait for their daddies at home.

Warnings: Smut, yandere behaviours, non-con, rough sex, crying, pain, abusing, dirty talk, oral sex, overstimulating, kidnapped reader, daddykink (I'm sorry if I forgot something)

Your sweaty face and chest were leaning against the bed as your cute little butt was up. John had teached you over and over that the only duty of weak, needy little kitties like you was to grip their daddies' dicks tight when they got home. It was simple. You just had to be at home while Sherlock and himself went on dangerous cases that only strong and powerful daddies could handle.

After John licked his tongue hungrily at the sight in front of him, he grabbed your cheeks and madly savored your wet little pussy.

He shoved his tongue into your entrance as he sucked hard on every inch of you. "Daddy!" Your seductive moans made his cock throb and he smacked you hard.

"I want to see her face, John." You gasped at Sherlock's deep voice. All his attention was on you in his seat. He gently touched his violin. "Turn her around. She'll tell me what a good kitty she was today."

John left you drooling between his mouth and you and grabbed your pussy hard as he lied you on your back. "Little kitty"

"Hhh, ahhh!!" He pulled his hand with a hard rubbing. Then he grabbed the back of your head and made you look at Sherlock. "Tell him you're our good little kitty, come on, baby." His tongue hovered on your cheek and lips. He lifted one of your legs and slapped his dick hard on your pussy one after the other. "Come on, come on, tell him. Ohh, you're driving me crazy, you're making me so horny, baby. I want to fuck you like an animal, my little pussy." John growled and made you scream in fear. Then sticked his lips to yours and burried his tongue in the deepest points.

Sherlock stood up and put his violin on the seat.

"John you selfish, horny bastard!" When John was about to fuck you, he grabbed him in frustration and pulled him over, threw him on the floor.

"What the fuck, Sherlock!" John quickly straightened up and shouted. As he was about to collapse on you again, Sherlock grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him with a brute strange. "Asshole, you're scaring her, look at her!" He pointed to you. You were shaking and looking at John with your fearful whimpers. "Besides, I didn't want you to turn her over for you to fuck before she could even answer me!"

"Look at her. Look at that delicious, wet, inviting cunt! She's waiting for us well-behaved in our house with pure eyes. She does wait all the time. Our kitty is so obedient and timid that I want to stick my dick down her throat while she looks at me with those teary eyes!"

John's brutish talk made you sob in fear. Sherlock sighed, shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You're letting your hormones and emotions run you over. You're always making her very tired."

"Her duty is to be there when I want to tire her out. Her duty is grip me fucking tight. That's what babies are for." John stroked himself harshly as he stared greedily at you, who was behind Sherlock. "Come and suck your daddy's dick, come on baby."

You looked at Sherlock with frightened eyes. You didn't want him to let that happen. John was always the most expressive and the most compelling. If he wanted you, he would say it in the dirtiest ways and have you harshly. Even though he's normally a logical and controlled person, when it comes to you, he thinks with his dick, not his brain.

Sherlock, on the other hand, was much more mysterious. He was playing with you slowly and always watching you. It was as if he understood what you were thinking, what was your next step. It was as if your next step, your movement, the sounds you made, the words you said, everything you did was a fun game for him. He enjoyed observing you. Just like the owner playing with his pet. Owner and his little kitty.

He was a scary and uncertain man and you were very afraid of him. A few times you tried to escape but he stopped you before you managed. His gaze was stern, as if he was reading your mind. But he always asked you what you were doing as if he didn't know what you were trying to do. "Confused? Did you try to find him or John? Curious about something? Go back to your room." But you both knew the truth very well. He watched you tremble as he led you back to your room.

But you didn't want him to leave you with a horny John. And he sensed that. He read you as usual. He nearly commanded John in a deep voice as he stripped off his black suit. "If you hurt her, I'll choke you." Of course, he couldn't send John out of the room with his rock-hard length. He was dying for satisfaction.

You gasped when Sherlock was finally completely naked. His hardened cock was rising relentlessly. Despite his calm and controlled appearance, crimson color, glowing head and the veins that looked like they were going to explode were actually revealing that he was no different from John. It was just Sherlock. Who doesn't want to show his feelings, or even wants to ignore them. But he also knew. He knew it too when they first saw you, kidnapped you and made you their own. He had deep feelings for you and it was undeniable.

He stroked himself a few times and swung his cock like a bow. Then he got behind John and clasped his arms tightly behind him. "Come here kitty. He can't hurt you, come on and calm Daddy John."

He growled deep in John's ear as he spoke to you in the softest voice possible. "Our poor kitty doesn't have the strength to handle your carelessness and brute strength. If you hurt her, I'll break your bones and throw you on the street"

You looked at John with wide, teary eyes as you crouched on your knees in front of him. John ignored Sherlock's threats as he lost himself at the sight. "Open your pretty little mouth and wet my big cock, come on baby."

Sherlock's strong grip stopped him as he tried to hold your head. "Take your hands off."

He tightened his grip even more. "No. Go ahead kitten." When he called out to you, you reached out and grabbed it with both hands, hoping to escape from him as soon as possible.

"Ahh!" John growled through his teeth as he tried to rub himself against you. "Take it in your mouth, come on, wrap that little tongue of yours, I want to hear your little gags."

"H-huh?" You looked tearfully at Sherlock. Your expression gave him a sadistic pleasure, but he answered your beggings without taking his eyes off you. "That won't happen, John, can't you see how fragile she is?" Then he winked at you. "Hurry up sweetie, Daddy Sherlock needs your sweet body too."

You did as he told you. You took his head in your mouth and started sucking it slowly. You kept your teary eyes on John because he had taught you over and over again that you must always look at him.

"Ohh, baby... oh my beautiful, little kitty..." He tried to push himself harder on you, but Sherlock held him back. "Take more, take more." He closed his eyes and threw his head back, whispering. "Take more, suck harder."

You took his thick lenght in your mouth as much as you could and tried to suck it harder. But it was so big that you couldn't even fit half of it in your mouth. You tried to suck as hard as you could, pressing your tongue against his shaft as he had taught you. Tears were running down your cheeks.

"Well done, little kitty. That's right, just like that." John was pretty close, but he wanted to come inside. He let you suck him a little longer, savoring your perfect face. "That's enough, baby."

As soon as he gave you permission, you backed away from him and coughed. Your hands reached out tremblingly to wipe away the tears, but only for more to be put in as the words that terrified you poured out of his mouth.

"Bring your little pussy over here." He forced Sherlock to release his arms. "I'm going to keep her bouncing in my arms until she cries and you can't stop it."

Sherlock knew he couldn't hold him back any longer, so he released John with your pleading gaze. You instinctively lifted your arm in self-defense, and John grabbed it hard and pulled you towards him. Ignoring your pleas, he lifted you up and hung your legs from his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep from falling. "I want your moans to echo on the walls, baby."

Your scream filled the room as he mercilessly entered you. Sherlock watched you with a slight smile he couldn't hide as John fucked you standing up like some kind of animal.

He never admitted it, but it turned him on when John treated their fragile little kitty like that. In this relationship, he was interested in loving your vulnerable body gently. He liked to see the fear mixed trust in your eyes as he treated you gently. But John preferred to show that he loved you in the most animalistic way. It's like two different predators. One plays mind games with his prey, gives her assurance and loves gently, the other takes ruthlessly.

John hit your cervix harder and harder. Lost in your sobs and pleadings, he fucked you as he pushed you against the wall to hit your cervix with the hardest possible thrust before giving his final hit. His thick and intense cum warmed your inside, his lips never leaving your neck. He continued to hit you slowly and rhythmically as he came down from the high.

"I love that you cry for me." As he lowered his rhythm, he slowly took himself out, allowing his cum to flow down his dick. "I love your voice so much."

He slowly carried you to the bed and chuckled knowingly at Sherlock's excited gaze.

"You secretly want to fuck our kitty like that, don't you? Ohh, I know that look in your eyes. You can't hide your desire." He laid you on the bed and pressed his lips to yours.

"I have more special and meaningful desires. The kind you can't understand." He couldn't help the trembling of his voice. He watched as John shove his fingers into you as he kissed you noisily. Your moans were so arousing.

John parted his lips. "Oh really?" Then he sucked on your neck and pressed his fingers to your sweet spot. He was gasping for breath. "What exactly do I not understand?" You moaned louder as you went high in feelings you couldn't control.

"Even if I explain, you still won't understand." Sherlock's dick throbbed. His ears were ringing, and his eyes twitched between John's fingers abusing your pussy and rubbing your hardened nipples. And of course your seductive face.

"Cum on my fingers, baby."

In a short time, pleasure filled your entire body and you cum trembling. "That's my little kitty. Oh, yes..." He took his fingers out and rubbed your clit. You tried to cover your legs with overstimulation.

"Please, don't. Please... Sher-" You wanted to call Sherlock for help, but your moans didn't allow it.

"Enough, let her go." Sherlock held John and roughly separated him from you. He actually enjoyed having Sherlock standing in front of him with his dick begging for attention.

"She's all yours. Do whatever you want to her." He grinned.

He gave John a stern look. "Oh, I will." Then he turned to you, who's curled up in bed and crying. He felt bad for a moment and wanted to take care of himself on his own. But just for a moment.

He got on top of you and placed your legs on his shoulders. You looked at him with your teary eyes and trembling lips. He caressed your legs. "I promise I'll be gentle."

He slowly pulled himself in and thrust his head back with pleasure. He looked at you as he went harder. Your bouncing breasts, closed eyes, arms on either side of your head, open mouth… the moans that spilled from your lips were blessing his ears.

"How about being a little rougher? I thought you were dying for her." John sat on the seat and spoke amusedly as he watched you.

"Shut up." he whispered. He was too full of pleasure to care about him.

"Daddy, please..."

"Look at me and tell me what a good kitty you were today." His voice was hoarse. His gaze was terrifying.

"I was-" your whimpers interrupted you. You were very tired and very sensitive.

"Come on say it." He was almost harsh. This scared you and you sobbed. His hand reached your breasts and caressed them. "Were you a good kitty today?" He took one and squeezed it. "Have you been waiting for me all day?" He quickly bent over you and pinned you between him and the bed. He whispered as his lips touched yours. "Miss me?"

His movements were slow, his lips sucking on yours slowly, his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth, savouring. Hitting your sweet spot gently.

"Is that what I can't understand? Being all romantic and slow." John laughed and turned his head. Then he turned back to you in surprise.

"How can you manage to be slow with her? She's so seductive. She's incredibly..." For a moment he stopped and moaned. "She's a total doll, a complete toy. I just... I just want to jump on her when I'm around her."

Sherlock didn't even seem to hear him. He was determined to make you cum on his dick as he slowly fucked you. He stroked your hair and continued to enjoy your lips.

John gasped in surprise. "You were right, I guess I really won't understand. But what I won't understand is how you can stay so calm and controlled around her."

Sherlock slowly parted his lips from yours and looked into your eyes. "Open your eyes and tell me."

When you looked at him, you felt his full attention was on you. It made you feel overwhelmed and you closed your eyes.

"No, no. Look at me, darling. I won't tell you again." His deep voice scared you and you looked at him again. He insistently waited for an answer. "Now, were you a good kitty today?"

You felt lost as he hit your sweet spot. "Yes, daddy." You had a hard time keeping your eyes on him.

"Uh-uh! Full sentence." He hit faster and quickly kissed your lips before staring at you again.

"I was... a good kitty... today." You said under his intense gaze. Tears were running down your cheeks and your voice was pleading.

"All for me?" For just a moment, he almost hit your cervix, but he stopped himself.

"All for... you. Please!"

"All for your daddy?" He was about to lose control. His hits got harder, but he tried to keep them as close to your sweet spot as possible.

"All for... my daddy!"

You screamed in sudden pain, but hungry lips slammed into your mouth, silencing you. The hard hits on your sweet spot and cervix both hurt and gave pleasure. You moaned hoarsely into Sherlock's mouth and dug your nails into his back as the quick, fierce movements soon made you cum. He paused for a moment, enjoying the way your spasms reached every inch of his dick. But he soon moved again and sent his cum around your walls.

He pulled his head and scanned your face. "Good kitty."

"I have to admit, I really want to fuck my baby like this, but I can't help it." John whispered as he stroked his hardened dick again.

"You were such a good kitty today. Let's clean you up now. I want you to sleep cuddling me." He took himself out slowly. His thick cum rushed through you, giving you a strange feeling of fullness. John stood up as sherlock got out of bed and bent down to pick you up.

"No, back off, Sherlock. I want her again." John growled greedily.

"Daddy, no... Please!" You burst into sobs. Sherlock immediately cupped your face to calm you down. "Don't cry, my love. I won't let that happen."

"Oh, I'm not taking permission." Sherlock held John's arm and quickly pushed back as he grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Look at her and show some mercy, for fucksake! She shouldn't be afraid of you, she should trust you and feel protected. But look what you've done. We are her protectors, damn it!" He shouted in anger.

John looked at you more carefully. More... human. You were crying and scared. You didn't feel safe. You obviously wanted to go. To escape. He regretted for a moment. For a moment he felt like a complete monster.

"I'll spread my cum on you."

Just for a moment. And so he decided to go solo. All you had to do is look at him with sweet eyes and wait for him to cum on you.

"I won't touch her, Sherlock. Get out of my way." His voice was hoarse.

He got close to John's face and snarled. "Be quick."

He shook his head and wasted no time, stood in front of you. He abused you with his words while shamelessly stroking himself.

"Look at me, kitten."

"That tight little pussy of yours is mine."

"Watch me. Look at my cock."

"Open your mouth and show me your little tongue when I cum."

And your mouth was open as he cum with aggressive growls. He spilled his cum all over you.

"That's a good little girl."

"Now that you're done, get out." As if he didn't get pleasure the fact that John had just cum on your seductive pose, Sherlock hurried over to you and took you in his arms. "I'll clean her up."

"Why am I getting out and you're cleaning her up?" He stroked himself a few more times.

"Because you're an animal, John, and she feels safe with me." He hurried to the bathroom, leaving John alone to question himself.

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