ᥫ᭡. MTP CHARACTERS AS YANDERES
✧ a/n: my dumbass deleted this request or something. i don't know.. it just kind disappeared so here i am, writing it again. @noregretzfoodieotaku here you go!! 😭
✧ ⚠️: mentions of obsessive behaviour, mentions of gore, stalking.
MANIPULATION and mind games are a favourite of their's. They twist and turn their words - coating their venomous sentences with honey to hide their true intentions.
“I love you like a grave loves it's corpse; you rot into me while I embrace your decay. Where else would you find somebody like me?”
They are more subtle and discrete than the rest. And yet, they're the most dangerous out of all. They mess with your mind - loosening your screws and bending you to their will.
You shrivel, unsure of how to respond. “I-” You look away, not sure where to direct your gaze. “I can't.. because there's nobody else like you. There won't ever be anyone else like you.”
They tip your chin upwards to meet your gazw, a victorious smile gracing their facial features. “You're correct. You never can.”
They play the role of a god - a saviour, something holy that it seems almost comical to expect something dark out of them. They scheme right under your nose and yet they're completely unnoticeable - so when you're finally their's and in their complete grasp, you won't even be aware of what hit you.
the manipulators: albert j. moriarty, william j. moriarty, mycroft holmes, james bonde, charles augustus milverton.
STALKING you is like second nature to them. They've memorized your sleeping schedule, when you get in and out of work or your educational institution, the type of food you eat and avoid, the places you frequent, etc.
They're on the more quieter side, similar to the manipulators. Yet, they won't initiate direct contact with you. Atleast not yet.
They watch silently as you move on about your day from the cracks of your doors or your windows, any opening that is accessible for them to get a view of you.
“Oh!” You gasp, bumping into somebody's shoulder as you get out of the subway. “I'm so very sorry! I didn't mean to—”
The figure disappears. You don't remember their face and all you have of them is now a love letter that appeared out of nowhere, the words written in blood.
You'll find remnants of their presence in the place where you live or go to work for/study. Footprints, gifts, shards of glass - etcetera, etcetera. Did they break into your house?
the stalkers: fred porlock, irene adler, zack patterson or zach paterson, billy the kid, von herder.
DEVOTION is the first word that comes into your mind when you look at them. They obsess over you like canines - clawing and sharp, salivating and perspiring. It's messy.
They find their God in you. For them, ichor runs in your blood and they lick it off your wounds like the nectar the divine consume.
They are the most violent, most agressive and the loudest of the three. They tend to be overprotective and all consuming.
Bodies are slit and stabbed, throats and heads are beheaded and cut, entrails are put up as if they were decorations or stepping stones for the things or lives it took to get to you.
“Nobody,” They begin, wiping away the smudge of blood on their upper lip. “Nobody can seperate you from me. I will crawl back to you from the devil's grasp if you call me.”
the violently devoted: louis j. moriarty, sherlock holmes, sebastian moran, billy the kid(??)
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How 'bout some real sex with Sherlock and Irene Adler? If you don't do ships, that quite alright you can do it with reader. And these prompts 🛐🛐21, 62 Thank youuu ❤️❤️
Heyy anon! Thanks for the request! I included a song that I thought for the vibe of this piece… hope you enjoy 😉
A Three-way Break ~Dom!Sherlock Holmes(BBC) xDom!Irene Adler xSub!Fem Reader
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#21. “You know what, fuck it.”
#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, threesome, kissing, fingering, eating out, face sitting, overstimulation, mistress kink, praise kink, more implied smut, etc.
Enjoy (;
You were in Sherlock’s flat as he was pacing back and forth. You were flipping through the case files of a particularly sticky cold case that Sherlock had picked up.
“Sherlock?”
No response. You continued looking through the many pages.
“Sherlock.”
Still no response. Finally you looked up. Sherlock had stopped pacing and was on his phone.
“Sherlock. What are you doing?”
“What? Nothing. Find anything?” Sherlock tutted you off, still typing on his phone.
“No, Sherlock, we’re stuck. We’ve got nothing.” You huffed.
You had no idea why he would request you for this case… You were a low key detective at Scotland Yard… You were no Lestrade…
No response.
“Sherlock!”
No response, Sherlock walked off into his room. You sighed in frustration. You were tired. You needed a break. A break from work. A break from Sherlock.
You placed your hands over your head. At least ten minutes went by when Sherlock finally came back and went straight to the window. You didn’t even try this time. But then you heard the door downstairs open, and footsteps started to grow. You head picked up the door opening.
In walked a hypnotizing, stunning brunette with striking eyes and plump, red lips.
“Her?” The woman said.
“No not her.” Sherlock stressed the last syllable, his hands balancing against his lips, “Me, I… I need a distraction.”
“Well, Why not her?” The Woman toyed, making direct eye contact with you.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” You finally interjected.
“Because she’s too fragile.” Sherlock answered the woman’s questions, ignoring yours.
“I’m sorry, what?” Your head swiveled over to Sherlock who was still looking out the window.
“I don’t think so. Why, really…?” The woman continued having a conversation with Sherlock while never breaking eye contact with you.
“Irene Adler.” Sherlock said.
Now you were really confused.
“What?? Can somebody please explain to me what’s bloody going on?” You exclaimed.
“Her name is Irene Adler. And I said No.” Sherlock repeated in annoyance and with strain in his voice.
Irene beat you to a reply, “Yes, but why?”
“Because I might do something I’ll regret…!” Sherlock practically yelled.
Silence ensued.
You huffed in frustration, “Well I’m leaving for the night. Good Night.”
You grabbed your bag and prepared to leave.
As you walked towards the door, Irene purred, “But wouldn’t it be just so much fun?”
You walked to go through the door, but Irene grabbed ahold of your wrist, stopping you from leaving. You looked up to just about yell at her but then you met her eyes. Something inside you just rolled over for her and you did nothing. Irene smirked at your reacting and turned her attention back towards Sherlock.
“Sherlock…” the woman purred in a hum.
As she did so, she pulled you flush up against her and her lips grazed your ear.
“I’m going to kiss you now, dear. Is that alright?” She purred in a hushed tone.
You blushed furiously at her words and speechlessly nodded. At that, the woman closed the gap, attaching her precious, dominating lips to yours. A tiny gasp came from the other side of the room, as Sherlock had turned around to see you and Irene kissing. Irene was quick to slip her tongue inside your mouth, making you whimper.
It was very evident from the get go that she was in charge. So naturally, she dominated your tongue and explored your wet cavern with ease. So entranced in the kiss, Irene was easily able to pin you against the wall next to the door, deepening her bruising kiss.
“You know what, fuck it.” Sherlock seethed.
Sherlock had had enough.
He was quick to move Irene out of the way, entrapping you in between the wall and his body. You stared up at him with your puffy lips and glazed over eyes, and you were met with dark orbs of lust… and maybe even some jealousy…?
His lips crashed into yours without another thought between the both of you. Sherlock was feistier and more impatient than Irene was, but he was still very much dominant over you. His tongue slid into your mouth with ease as he explored and dominated your wet cavern.
At your eliciting a moan, Irene had had enough… She ripped Sherlock from you and smashed his lips into hers. And the fight for dominance ensued. Teeth clashing, tongue fucking, growling, whimpering, just to find out who would be charge. While you leaned against the wall breathless, pupils blown wide, watching the events unfold in front of you.
At one point, the woman went to whisper something in Sherlock’s ear, apparently calling a cease fire. Sherlock nodded in agreement to whatever she had said, and then not their attentions turned to you. You gulped.
Irene came up to, took your hand and led you into Sherlock’s bedroom. She pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you, while Sherlock was looking around in his drawer of toys.
“Red is for stop, yellow is for pause, and green is for good, understand?” Irene paused her sloppy markings on your neck to check in with you.
“Yes…” you breathlessly panted.
“Yes mistress…” the woman threateningly growled.
You gulped yet again.
“Yes mistress…” you whimpered.
“Now, Let’s take these clothes off…” she purred into your ear, beginning to remove your shirt, then your bra, then your trousers… Until you were left in nothing but your knickers…
Both Irene and Sherlock took a moment to drink you in. Your face flushed red at their staring, so you naturally tried to cover yourself.
“Oh no… none of that.” The woman tutted you off.
At that, Sherlock was by the bedside, grabbing your left wrist and tying it to his bed post. You yelped at his action.
Irene stripped quickly in front of the bed and to both your and Sherlock’s pleasure.
“Color?” He asked, while not stopping his administrations.
“Green.” you confirmed, causing Sherlock to smirk.
“Good girl…” he praised, which sent sparks directly to your core and made you blush deep fusia.
Irene who was straddling your form chuckled, “Looks like someone likes to be praised…” she teased, continuing her markings along your collar bone making you whimper and whine.
While Irene continued, Sherlock came along side the other bed and took your right wrist to tie against the bed post.
Now you were stuck there.
At the mercy of the woman and Sherlock…
The woman’s teasing tongue made it down to your sensitive bud, which she happily twirled her tongue around, causing you to arch your back and whimper in pleasure. Sherlock came to the edge of the bed and tugged you down a bit, making both you Irene yelp.
Sherlock chuckled, “Spread your legs for me…”
You did as you were told, and Irene caught on quickly, moving herself to your upper torso so that Sherlock would have the room needed for his administrations. Irene continued to tease your breasts, as Sherlock practically ripped off your knickers and attached his lips to your clit.
You cried out in overstimulating pleasure as Irene was pinching your nipples while sucking on your pressure point while Sherlock was ravaging through your folds. You were a goner once Sherlock slipped a finger into your aching cunt…
You came in an overwhelming, euphoric orgasm cloud, curling your toes and pulling against your bonds with both your lovers names rolling off your tongue. But neither of them stopped no… Sherlock added another finger to your throbbing cunt and Irene began sucking and biting your pressure point.
“Cum for your mistress again, love…” The Woman purred into your ear.
Her words sent you toppling over the edge once again, as Sherlock expertly curled his fingers inside your clenching cunt. You tugged against your restraints, desperately wanting to touch the beautiful woman who was straddling you.
Irene chuckled at your neediness, “If your a good girl and let me sit on that pretty face of yours, then maybe I’ll free you from your bonds, yea love…?” Irene purred.
You eagerly nodded and panted, “yes mistress please mistress…!”
The stunning brunette then moved to straddle your face and lower her soaking cunt onto your face. You gladly accepted, lapping at her folds immediately. While you were doing so, Sherlock didn’t stop in curling his fingers inside you. He quickly added a third, making you yelp as he stretched you out even more. You groaned out in pleasure, as you were brought to yet another climax, while being suffocated by your mistress cunt.
That being certainly not the last time you came at the hands of those two…Safe to say, you spent your night with little to no sleep…
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