I Hate How People Will Look At Popular Indie Artists Who Had One Or Two Songs Go Viral On TikTok And

Don't forget animated video game Sherlock and watson

Normal Sherlock and Watson

Medical Sherlock and Watson

Horror Sherlock and Watson

Supernatural Sherlock and Watson

And last but not least, lo and behold

Biblical Sherlock and Watson

(Honorably mention to merlin and King Arthur, the medieval Sherlock and watson)

Heyyy I hope this is okay especially with how many requests you must get day in and day out 🖤 I had this idea of a dark knight who is in charge of watching over a captured princess and over the time of her being imprisoned she develops feelings for the knight. Eventually she decides to attempt an escape but when the dark knight catches up to her flirtatious tension arises (^◔ᴥ◔^) Honestly it’s your blog but if it’s WLW that’d be great, otherwise go crazy and have a good day!

"Trying to leave without saying goodbye? Heartbreaking. Just as we were getting along."

The princess whirled. Even as she did it, she knew it was foolish. By the time one had laid eyes on a dark knight, it was usually already too late to win the fight. Especially when it was her dark knight. Well, not hers, but...

The knight stepped forward, oh so obligingly, from beneath the night that begged for the honour of giving her cover. The moonlight kissed the sharp black edges of her armour, caressed the deadly tip of her sword, painted her lovingly in monochrome.

The princess's breath hitched.

"Wearing my clothes too," the dark knight said. "My, my princess."

"Well, my dresses do not exactly blend in. It is not sentiment."

"You look good in my things."

The princess swallowed. Her face bloomed with a treacherous heat.

"Have you come to say goodbye then?" She tossed the words half like a plea, and half like a gauntlet.

The worst part, after all, was that she had struggled over the thought of leaving without saying goodbye to her dark knight and captor - which was, frankly, ridiculous. Of course, that didn't mean she wanted her escape attempt to fail simply for the chance of seeing her again. She took half a step back.

The knight's head tilted, expression obscured by her mask.

"Goodbye," the princess said, determinedly. She kept her voice steady, or at least as steady, as proper, as she could. "I have enjoyed our time together."

"Then you will be delighted to know that this is not farewell."

The princess's fists clenched at her side. She edged back another step, gaze fixed on the knight. "Just let me go. You cannot bring me back to him!"

"I most certainly can. Or do you imagine it will be difficult to put you over my shoulder?"

She hated that part of the thought made her shiver, not exactly in terror. Made her think of the knight's lean arms, her lithe strength, the way she towered over the princess in the moments where they were pressed close. A force of nature. A girl made of shadow and bloodshed.

"Please," she said.

"Princess."

"Please."

"I won't tell him you tried to run."

The princess laughed, a bitter thing, shaking her head. She couldn't fight. Or, rather, she could fight but she would not win. Could she run? Maybe. People often underestimated how fast she could be, when she wasn't focused on the poise expected of her.

(People, her mind supplied, were not her knight.)

She jutted her chin up, she edged back another step. "If you cared for me at all, you would not bring me back."

"And if you cared for me at all, you would not expect me to forsake my job."

"Even if you drag me back I'll run again."

"Yes. And I'll catch you again."

"How did you even find out about this!?"

Her - the - dark knight moved then. Wicked fast. One instant she was a few metres away, the next second she had the princess pressed up against one of the forest trees. She did not reach for her sword. Her hand cupped the back of the princess's head, keeping her from bashing it as she was pinned back. Her hand tightened in the princess's hair, sending a sharp bolt of almost sweet pain and adrenaline through the princess's body as she tugged.

"Because, Zaria," her voice was a silken hiss, "I know you."

The princess's breath gave another treacherous hitch. She was sure her eyes were wide

The knight's lips were inches from her own, her head bent low. Lady death and the maiden, the gold jewels of a looming over kiss turned to lavish twilight and steel.

"I know you better than anyone ever has," the knight continued. "Your clever viciousness, your pretty lies, your beautiful cunning. People always mistake prey for something soft and sweet and innocent, don't they?"

"But you are not people."

"Of course you would run." The knight's free hand slid up too, from her shoulders, thumb brushing over the princess's parted lips. "As surely as I would hunt you. This was inevitable between us."

The princess's hand closed on the sword left abandoned at the knight's side. She could have drawn it. She could have plunged it forward in their closeness, hoped to dig past all of the armour to the intriguing thing she'd caught glimpses of beneath.

But then her knight would not be blood and shadow, she would just be blood, and pain, and gone. She wet her cracked lips.

"And does the hunter ever feel tenderness for its prey?" she asked, softly.

"The prey is everything to the hunter," the knight replied. "And so the hunter feels everything for her."

"But not enough pity to let her go."

"I feel no pity for you, princess. You are not a pitiable thing, are you?"

"Then that is not everything."

The knight laughed. "You are magnificent. Will you come willingly," she asked, "or should I actually drag you?"

"Oh, you can drag me. Kicking and screaming. I think you'd enjoy it. Me writhing and thrashing and hot and spent in your arms."

The princess was delighted, despite her losses, to see the dark knight swallow at that. To hear her breath hitch, a chink in the armour. Information, for the next time, perhaps. It felt like a victory, however small. Not escape, perhaps, but another rock chiselled hidden from her prison walls.

"Very unladylike," the dark knight managed.

"You should tell him," she said, and nipped the dark knight's mouth savagely. "How unladylike I am. A lost cause. Not worth keeping."

"Oh, you will always, always, be worth keeping. Of that I'm sure."

"Maybe you should work for me instead."

"Maybe I should. But not today. It is late, and the rest of us need our beauty sleep to keep up with you, my princess."

They were fighting after that.

MDNI

Female yandere oc x fem reader x fem! Yan! Oc!

Light smut incoming

This fantasy post includes forced Pussy eating, soft cnc, bondage, kidnapping, chase kink, fem characters, fem genitalia, cult leader, worship kink, blood, bondage and praise.

The cult leaders pet

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After finding pictures in the forest while camping of dead bodies drained of their blood with a deadly cults logo as-well as a gorgeous woman with long brown hair and hazel eyes standing on top of the bodies you dash to find help, will you escape in time?

You ran through the harsh secluded forest with the cold winds rushing through your hair as you raced away from your camp where you found those cursed images only two things ran through your mind, were you next? And what the fuck was that?

Through your jumbled thoughts and ragged breaths you looked down to see the pictures in your hands again. These images looked hauntingly like the witness described pictures of the deadly cult that lived in these woods, although those were just rumours right? Paranoia raced through your body as you breathed harder until you heard a haunting branch crack behind you. There was someone behind you. And they didn’t have the best intentions with you. Especially with those images you held in your hands.

You continued to race through the forest as you heard ragged breaths and angry desperate cries. The cries rang around your thumping panicked mind. They were loud and horrid. The cries pinged your mind and plagued the deepest crevice of your mind.

In a panic you spotted a thick couple of bushes and hid in there, accidentally dropping the evidence aka the photos. As you watched them fall you heard two people arguing angrily then complete silence. Utter silence. Before a soft woman’s voice rang out from the bush after her perfect manicured fingers picked up the now muddied photos.

“Sweet thing! come on out~! Poor thing your probably so petrified~ trust me our goddesses will be so welcoming! There’s nothing to fear!”

The voice chirped condescendingly as you heard them rustle in the bushes around you, increasingly getting more and more aggressive. They wanted to find you and they wanted to find you now. Then it all came crashing down upon your poor brain as you realized, they wanted you. They wanted to offer you like they did to those to their leaders. The cult was real.

As the wandering hands came closer you felt your muscles tense and you dashed out of the bushes, desperate to escape. At the sudden movement you caught the eye of the near by follower and they attempted to grab onto you, pushing you both into mud as your knees bled from the sharp stick and rock slivers in the wet mud. You desperately crawled away while screaming for help as loud as you could. Suddenly you no longer felt the crushing grip on your leg and looked behind you. The followers were bowing?

Your eyes looked infront of you to see two taller beautiful woman. Cold horror rushed through your veins as you realized one of the woman were in the photos. They were both dressed in riches and soft silk fabrics as they looked down upon you. One had beautiful black silk dressings while the other had white dressings. You easily recognized the one in the black dress as the woman who stood upon the dead bodies.

Cold Horror struck through your bones as your ragged breaths rang audibly through the tense atmosphere. You had no where to run.

Before you could react you felt a sharp pinch in the back of your neck as everything went dark, one of the followers must’ve used a sedative dart. The only thing you felt after that was cold silence as you heard your body thump in the mud and felt yourself fall out of consciousness and the harsh ear ringing sound that permanently altered your hearing.

- smut warning -

You awoke chained to the hard cold ground on your knees infront of the two woman who sat on simple yet elegant wooden chairs. Once you got a clearer look at them you realized they were both hauntingly gorgeous yet something about them ran shivers down your spine. Wordlessly the one with lighter silks stood and laid a gentle hand against your face and slowly guided your disoriented mouth to her smooth delicate pussy. You shook your head no softly yet she tugged harder on your hair, causing tears to run down your face.

“Behave.”

The powerful woman above you demanded as she continued to push your face into her pussy to your dismay. At the rough action you felt the other cult leaders arms wrap around your waist and heard her smooth voice speak to the woman above you,

“Iradita my love, be gentle.”

The woman spoke while slowly slipping her two fingers onto your underwear, slowly massaging your clit. You moaned softly as her skilled fingers continued to attack the little bundle of nerves, ignoring your little whimpers of disapproval.

“Irademia. I shall do as I please, and this sweet girl is going to eat my pussy.”

Iradita hissed while shoving your face into her pussy demandingly. Horror washed through your body as you remembered the news about the horrors they put their victims through, it was better to stay on their good sides. You slowly stuck your tongue on her clit and licked gently. The woman above you groaned and moved her pussy around on your tongue, obviously enjoying it. Her grip on your hair loosened as she whispered,

“Oh sweet girl I’m going to enjoy you, keep going for I am your goddess”

Terrified of Iradita’s anger you kept going, on the edge of cumming from Irademia fingering, you started to suck desperately on Iraditas clit for some form of comfort from the sensitivity in your clit from the merciless massaging. Finally you came on Irademia’s fingers, coming undone and collapsing in her arms. At your movement Irademia caught you and allowed you to rest on her as she continued playing with you.

Iradita groaned and placed one leg over your shoulder, placing her pussy on your face, forcing you to keep eating her out. This was going to be a long night, and you were theirs now, their pet. Their offering.

I think it's concerning how much I hate straight omegaverse.... can't y'all understand LIKE OMEGAVERSE WAS MADE FOR THE GAYS LIKE WHY WOULD I WANNA SEE STRAIGHT PPL DOING STRAIGHT THINGS

However that's excused if it's alpha girl x omega boy bc then the dude gets pregnant

I just wanna see women getting women pregnant and men getting men pregnant ❤️

the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.

im too lazy to make this a writing only acc so fuck it this is js my shitposting/main/sometimes writing acc 💀💀

just remembered i can write instead of doing missing assignments- drop prompts below or i will be stewing up an absolutely devious fic

Wally came up with this, makes us do it at every reunion.