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ananiel · 4 months

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Imagine being able to see spirits. You are able to see animals and humans walking (or floating) around, hearing how they talk and how they speak, talking about how they wish they could see their family or talking about how they want nothing more but justice

You are able to touch and pet, to speak and to interact with any of them, and when people touch your bare skin, they can see spirits too, which caused You to always wear gloves and long sleaves, as well as a mask

Now, the basic answear for this Power would be to become an oracle or some crazy witch of the Town. But what if You become a Detective. Yep, a young Detective that suddenly rised into the favour of the people for being able to solve cases that are a century old (mainly because the beheaded victim cries in Your bathroom at 3:36 am sharp every night)

So You live like this, in a happy way with your gift

Logical would be to keep your gift hidden too, so that people don't try to kill You for knowing to much

You met him on a random day, thinking nothing of him while a dog spirit was hiding behind your leg. He seemed friendly, and eager to befriend You as well, almost honored to be in your presence

Now spirits upon spirits whisper his name, talk about how deranged and how he was the one who killed them, or played part into their death. Spirits that got very fond of You would tell You to stay away from that man

You clearly followed their advice, and distanced yourself from him. But he isn't dumb, he caught up to it, and now, he tries to figure out what has gotten You to hate him so much

Surely... He has been studing You for ages, talking You day and night to figure out the best personality to just steal You away only for himself. What failed in his plan?

He asked himself, oh well, guess he'd have to take You in a more forcefull attempt

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yandere-romanticaa · 8 months

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Omgg I am obsessed with your recent mtp Yandere William posts. I am a sucker for Yandere William but for his darling to be a Yandere for him also?? That’s just chefs kiss. I love how he acts obviously to his darling’s pinning! I can see him testing his darling and putting them through an emotional rollercoaster whenever he “mistakes” their gestures as innocent and friendly or getting close with other women. Like darling is contemplating whether they should march over to him talking to the women flirting with him and grab him by his tie and pull him away or stay put but glare daggers at him and the woman.

He'd act so coy, the perfect gentleman. Why, he is only making small talk with the ladies who came up to him, it would be rude to turn them away! Social protocol is unfortunately something to consider here and as a gentleman from a noble house, William can't turn down the women most of the time, particularly if they catch him off guard.

The faces you make are like a drug to him. William is a man who can read you like an open book, there's absolutely nothing you can hide from him. Even as you do your best to stay hidden in the shadows he can still make out the bitter frown on your face and if looks could kill, every single woman that surrounded him would already be deep in the ground, serial killer style.

You have no idea that William feels exactly the same when it comes to you too.

Men are slimy dogs who will do practically anything to get their hands on a woman.

In a way, he's no better.

Whenever he thinks that some fool has a chance with you, William makes his move. Bloodshed is not ideal but it is not completely off the table either, more so if the gentleman in question thinks that he can just have you as he damn pleases.

William always has to hold himself back from scoffing and pinching the bridge between his nose whenever he's talking to these morons. To think, that these men could come close to your level is preposterous. They do not even bother to see the absolute radiance you possess, if he could William would kiss the ground you walk on. He wants to worship you, give you his entire heart, body and soul, it's all you deserve and so much more.

He's more than happy to see that you feel the same way. All he needs to do is bide himself just a little bit more time and he can go in for the kill.

You will be his. There were no doubts about that.

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moriartyluver · 1 year

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Okay but imagine being Liam’s wife and he forgets his lunch so you take it to him at the university, and his students (who have seen how soft Liam gets when he talks about his wife) are gushing over you and asking you a bunch of questions about their professor, how the two of you got into a relationship and all that

Meanwhile he’s just flustered and blushing in the corner

AND THAN AFTER YOU LEAVE THEY START TALKING TO HIM ABOUT HOW NICE AND PRETTY YOU ARE

🎀.

A/N: IM CRYING BC I WROTE A ONESHOT FOR THIS BUT IT DIDN SAVE 😭 ANYWAYS I REWROTE IT BASICALLY THE SAME SO TAKE THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN FED ONCE AGAIN, MY DEAR LIAM SIMPS

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Format: oneshots

Genre: fluff

Prompt: ^^

Warnings: uhhh implied nsfw at the end ig? Reader is a noblewoman, reader is female, reader is William’s wife/ established relationship. NOT PROOFREAD kinda short too 😞

A knock came from the other side of the door to the lecture hall. Classes had already started so you were hoping and praying that this was the right room, as you would’ve felt so embarrassed otherwise.

A familiar voice calls out to you, causing you to smile.

“Come in.”

You slowly open the door, trying not draw too much attention to yourself, which fails terribly the moment you’re visibly in the classroom.

You play with the cloth wrapped around the lunchbox in your hand, which your husband, who was now teaching his class some complex equation, had forgotten that morning in a rush to get to work. (“Five more minutes” he said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck when you told him to wake up. Those five minutes became half an hour and yet your tired husband didn’t even regret it)

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Professor-“ you apologise as your husband’s face shifts into a soft smile.

“It’s alright, darling,” he said softly but discreetly as he approached your figure by the door. He took the lunchbox in your hands and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek right before you walked back to the door, ready to leave as the handle squeaked.

“Oh look! It’s the professor’s wife..!” One student called out to you

As you began to turn to leave, another one of William's students spoke up. "Excuse me, Mrs. Moriarty," he said, waving his arm about as you failed to notice the growing blush on your husband’s face"but we've all been curious about our professor's personal life. Would you mind answering a few questions?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your head. The students leaned forward in their seats, eager to hear you talk about the usually strict professor.

They asked about how you met, how long you'd been married, and what it was like being married to the mathematics professor. They all seemed fascinated by William's usually strict demeanour turning soft whenever he mentioned you in the past and now they were faced with you, they understood why.

William was sat in the corner of the room, clearly flustered by the attention, which was rather amusing even if you didn’t admit it aloud. He kept his head down, hiding his pink cheeks whilst you answered his students happily.

As you finished answering the questions and prepared to leave, the students all thanked you for your time. The moment the door shut, William lifted his head to continue the lesson, coughing slightly to regain his composure. The young men in the room talked of how beautiful and kind you were to them, while the professor desperately tried to change the subject.

Not that he didn’t agree, of course, because he certainly did, but because he knew if the topic of conversation had stayed on his lovely wife, he wouldn’t be able to resist singing your praises or getting incredibly flustered and lovesick as he thought of you.

When he arrived home after work, he showed this great affection in the best possible way (iykwim🤭😏), secretly hoping you’d come by his classroom more often.

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fiyaakiko · 10 months

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My beautiful boy~ I love him siwiqiwhshsbjqj

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yyutsuu · 9 months

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Early Morning -William James Moriarty x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Slight teasing (very light lime)

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 709 words

A/n: Finally, William post !!! He’s my top kin and I adore him an unhealthy amount

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It is currently early in the morning, too early for anyone to be up. Your ears catch a light rustle of sound. Being able to identify it as your lover, William, sitting up while beside you, you roll over and shift your gaze up to the blonde.

“Liam? Unable to sleep?” You ask lazily. “It seems so. Is a good morning kiss available?” William replies. He has been perfectly conscious, laying on the shared bed for a great deal of hours already, and after having the auditory perception of hearing you waking up, he smiles tenderly at his lover.

You pull him down, under the covers once again. William is met with a loving embrace as you softly place your lips on his. “Good morning, love.” William mutters. He kisses you with passion, gently pressing his and your lips together for an extensive amount of time. William feels the warm, adoring embrace of the love of his life close to him. He is truly unable to imagine a life without you by his side.

Gently nibbling on his lips isn’t enough for you, this results in the continuation of changing to kiss his neck with affection. “Mhm…” William gives a small moan as his neck is lightly bitten and kissed. Clearly vividly cherishing the attention and affection you are giving him. “I love you so much.” He whispers faintly.

“The feeling is very much mutual.” You add. You burrow your head into William’s chest, refusing to break the embrace. “Do you perhaps wish to get some breakfast?” William asks in a low and soothing voice, feeling extra comfortable and collected beside you.

“You should rest, at least for a moderate bit more… or we could have a different kind of breakfast~” You respond teasingly, looking up at him with a smirk. William’s returning chuckle is filled with tenderness. “I see what you are implying, you naughty, little monster.” He says, his crimson orbs shining softly, as if they were rubies.

“Just sleep for a while more, you need more rest than what you have received.” You mutter. You tightly clutch William, trapping him in your clasp while also rendering him unable to escape.

William sighs. “Fine.” He responds gingerly, closing his eyes once again. “Do you wish to cuddle for a little while longer?” He negotiates. Your eyes light up with happiness at his words. “I suppose that means yes.” William says, smiling tenderly while pressing himself closer to you.

William can feel his arms wrapped around his beautiful lover while you’re returning the embrace. William is enjoying the warmth and closeness of your body against his own. You proceed to burrow your head into his broad chest on instinct, dozing off from the level of comfort.

“You look adorable when you’re close to falling asleep.” William whispers. He strokes your hair with a gentle and benevolent touch, appreciating the moment of togetherness and the feeling of being close to his lover. After a short period of time flies by, both you and William succumb to sleep. William had dozed off comfortably with you in his arms.

By the time the two of you wake up, the sun is already shining brightly outside the room. Sunlight peeks into the shared bedroom, a pleasant and summery warmth filling it. William yawns widely and stretches himself, yawning again. His soft, blonde hair is standing on end and his eyes are still barely open.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” William whispers, caressing your cheek and gently shaking you awake. You respond with a lazy yawn and good morning. “Did you have a good sleep, my love?” William asks tenderly, cuddling and kissing your cheek, smiling softly at his lover.

“Very much so, how about you?” You respond. “I slept well too. You are such a cozy sleeper.” William whispers softly, cuddling closer to his lover and burying his face in your hair. "I could stay in bed with you all day," He whispers gently. "There's nothing I fancy further than simply being with you and feeling your warm embrace."

William holds you close, deeply savoring the affection of his lover close to him.

The two of you continue to stay in bed, enjoying the moment for a while more, before finally getting up for breakfast.

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request Moriarty The Patriot characters including Mycroft as fathers? Like would they be protective, caring, would they spoil them a lot yk just general things basically🤭

Omg that's such I cute idea, I'm always too lazy to include mycroft but I'll include him this time.

'•.¸♡mtp men as fathers♡¸.•'

Mtp x gn!reader (if I make reference to the reader but idk)

Fluff :)

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Mycroft.

Enjoy!

William James Moriarty:

He will be such an excellent father, but won't pay as much attention to the child as he would like.

He is a maths professor so he'll teach his children about maths obviously, but he is occupied by his work at time and cannot spend as much time as he would like.

He will also teach them on like equality and decent human respect and how everyone should be treated equally because at the end of the day we are all homosapiens and shouldn't judge each other due to nasty stereo types and rumours.

Basically his child(ren) are well educated but still go to school cuz like they need to.

Also Louis teaches them basic kitchen skills.

Over all 9/10 father, the whole underground situation isn't the best regarding children yk

Louis James Moriarty:

He is protective as hell, like the house is baby proofed till the child is six or something.

But he will let the child explore its surroundings, especially in nature.

He's they type of guy to baby proof the plastic containers but let them walk to the very edge of a cliff yk.

He wouldn't actually let that happen but you get what I'm trying to say hopefully.

He child grows up around the smell of tea and obviously that's the only thing they drink.

Also he teaches them basic and simple culinary skills!

Louis also would educate his child(ren) about decent human respect and the child's uncle, William will teach them math in his spare time.

9/10 again the very deadly line of work thing isn't the best regarding children yk.

Albert James Moriarty:

He spoils them, need I say more?

Also he encourages them to play with other kids from lower classes.

He would be the most serious about tho and his drinking habits need to be reduced.

The child can't have such influences on its little mind.

Its uncles teach him a lot of things but Albert also contributes.

8/10 after, this time his legal and illegal line of work also his drinking habits, we don't want the child to grow up to be drinking alcohol 24/7.

Sherlock Holmes:

He is the fun dad, like all the kids love him.

But he can be low key scary when serious/angry but other than that he's chill yk.

John is child's favourite uncle, and it thinks Mycroft is low key scary.

Also Ms Hudson gives little Holmes candy cuz she can never resist the little kid.

It's the only reason why Sherlock isn't on the streets.

Also he spoils the kid.

7/10 father, he's like broke, smokes way too much, also his line of work isn't the safest (he got arrested and almost killed someone) but he will try and be careful.

John H. Watson:

He's an amazing father, he's really caring and soft.

He might spoil the child on a rare occasion but nothing too much.

Also if he thinks he'll endanger himself being sherlock's partner or like assistant idk but whatever he is to sherlock during working hours, he'll quit.

He doesn't trust sherlock with his child, like at all, he thinks sherlock will drop it or something.

10/10 father, he makes the child his first priority and shouldn't get shot death regarding his line of work.

Sebastian Moran:

I cannot see him as a father, like at all.

Mycroft Holmes:

He a stubborn father, but he has a soft spot for his child, it's honestly so sweet.

Like he would low key spoil the child but not too much and he'll be a very caring father.

Although when he gets mad or overly irritated the child is told to stop whatever they are doing in a harsher tone and either get told to go to their room or something similar depending on what they are doing.

But he apologise to the child and tells them what they did wrong.

His child will definitely grow up to have manners.

9/10 father, he gets irritated a bit too much.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry but bond isn't in here as well :(

I hope the request is to your liking tho!

Take care of yourself as much as you can and have a good day/night!

-love, tired Az :) <3

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married-to-google-translater · 11 months

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@yuki-1999

Mycroft Holmes

Okay, it should be clear that Mycroft doesn't mean what he says to be mean.

But it might be a little too "truthful".

Or he could just be really frustrated and tired.

Side effects of being a Sherlock babysitter.

But whatever Mycroft said to you hurt your feelings.

Really really hard.

And you're certainly not trying to hide it.

You really made this point clear.

This will cause a really big fight between the two of you.

Which is rare because you don't usually argue.

This may also include some other things that have disturbed your relationship but that you haven't talked about before.

R.I.P the couple's time together tonight.

You could have spent time together…

But no..

Your evening is spent with you crying in the bedroom and Mycroft trying to understand what's going wrong.

It really takes too much time.

Mycroft is really not good at apologizing.

Because he's usually right.

But for you, he is ready to step into the discomfort zone.

Mycroft isn't really a good comforter.

But when you hug him he wraps his arms around you and apologizes.

Only once.

Just for you <3

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kunikame · 1 year

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in another life. - w. j. moriarty

just a lil something that's been in the drafts for a while now.... 😇

warnings : mtp anime end + manga spoilers, cussing, stabbing & other mentions of killing/violence, sherlock is called a bastard twice (2 times), reader is called "beautiful" once (1) but no pronouns otherwise, ignore the "- divider -" it wont let me add the pic for some reason

w/c : 1671

maybe it was the way he carried himself, or maybe it was his selfless nature; you never knew the exact reason why you fell for the crime lord in disguise. it just.. happened.

you wouldn’t call it effortless, but you can’t call it hard either. loving william might have always been easy, but loving him never was.

loving william in a physical way was horribly hard. he was always overworked and tired– or working– and most importantly, on his merry way to rid england of the corrupt nobles. he was doing a great thing, you told yourself (the ‘but the wrong way’ remained unsaid, as always), and you couldn’t wait to see the nation become one he’s always dreamt of. a place where people feel safe, and, most importantly, equal.

only, you wanted to see it with him by your side.

yet as your eyes follow his figure and that of the accursed detective he’s grown so fond of– sherlock holmes, the bastard, that should be you– falling into the thames river, you realize that maybe, maybe he hasn’t told you the extent to how far he’s willing to go for this nation. maybe you were too naive, maybe you missed the signs, or maybe he simply didn’t trust you enough to tell you about his plans. now you’ll never know.

you remember one time you overheard the brothers arguing, liam saying “you don’t know what it’s like walking alone every step of the way” then apologizing right after, only to be met with silence. a few moments passed and you heard louis reply “you don’t know what it’s like either, brother. we started this journey together and have walked the path together, as a team. it’s only the destination you insist on reaching alone,” and now you realize, maybe you should’ve inquired about the meaning behind his words.

except, you didn’t. you thought if it’s something important, liam will tell you sooner or later. spoiler alert, he didn’t.

now all you feel is the betrayal settling in your heart because while everyone else knew, they never thought about telling you. no “oh hey, by the way, your boyfriend is going to sacrifice himself soon, but no worries we got sherlock on the job”– a plan which backfired since both of them jumped– nothing. what hurt the most was not even liam thought to tell you.

and here comes the guilt baring its teeth, biting into your heart and lungs and suddenly you can no longer breathe or hear anything other than the ringing in your ears– you never even got to say goodbye. he was just going to die without saying anything. he just.. left you there.

when you saw their bodies splash into the river you felt like a part of yourself drowned with them. with him.

the days after the incident were a blur. you don't quite remember anything through a whole month after they jumped. everyone around you slowly realized you knew nothing of the plan. albert couldn't talk to you about it very long as he got locked up. moran disappeared off the face of the earth soon after. all you had were fred, james and louis, and perhaps they were all you needed. every step of the way, they stood by your side.

you were a team after all. since your younger days. there were more of you back then, but, maybe the 4 of you could go on until you reunite with albert– and hopefully moran– somewhere down the path.

3 months. 3 months have passed.

days turned into weeks, weeks into months.

you missed william dearly each day, but you are not as depressed as you were anymore. louis has been made leader of m16, albert was still sitting in his cell, moran was still missing and fred was tending to his flowers. some things just don't change, you chuckled.

thanks to louis' new position you had responsibilities and jobs to carry out again. you'd say it's with less people but that would be a lie. herder has finally wormed his way into the actual missions– technically.

things start getting crazy from there. 1st a mission regarding moran, next a briefing with the older holmes, next the younger one– the absolute bastard– shows up. without william.

you take a step back– maybe you weren't over it after all, but if you stabbed him right now mycroft would kill you. louis verbalized the thoughts you all had, ".. that day, you fell down the river thames with brother william.. and now, you're the only one standing in front of us like this. can you.. please explain?"

sherlock goes to tell the story of how he awakened on a boat heading for america with bandages all over him and william both. met a guy called henry (also known as billy the kid, apparently), who was the one to patch them up and watch over them and blah blah blah– you stopped paying attention halfway. you only zoned in when he mentioned the blond.

".. i got a telegram from liam; 'help m16 for me' he said. and that's how i ended up back in london, in secret."

when you opened your mouth to speak, fred stole the words right out of your mouth, "mr. william is .."

it hit you then. not like a punch in the face, more like a direct run in with a truck. he didn't die. he's.. he's not dead. he's alive. for the love of god, he's alive.

uncontrollable tears were streaming down your cheeks. it wasn't just a dream, wasn't just something you made yourself believe to cope with his 'betrayal'. it's real. he's alive.

the room broke out in chaos once the news registered in herder's brain. he reminded fred of his new roses, and you of your one wish coming true– it didn't last long however, as louis got right back to the point of the briefing.

"you really are just like liam."

"mr. holmes, may i have a moment?"

you couldn't help yourself, you rushed to the door after it closed behind the 2 men.

".. thank you. for that time.. and all the way until now, for not forsaking my brother.. for saving his life.. from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

william and albert went around greeting everyone in order. you stepped away and chose to gaze out the huge window while you waited. eventually, you were the only one left.

you smiled softly then; you can imagine how much those words meant to louis. they were true, though.

- divider -

yet another mission is over, and now moran is back among your little no-longer-criminal-organization group. it took fred almost being shot, a poker card from william, and a lot of convincing, but he's home. you're back to bickering and teasing each other, just like old times.

barely 2 days later, william and albert showed up, sending the tea cup fred was holding shattering. the idea of letting the 3 brothers have their reunion first was a collective agreement so you pushed louis into the hallway and shut the door softly.

with a soft sigh, you avoided listening in on their conversation this time (much unlike the other occupants of the room; specifically herder, who went tumbling the moment the door opened).

taking the cue, the others slowly filed out of the room, leaving only you and william, who was staring at your back intently.

"you have an eyepatch now i see," you said, turning to face him.

the sun behind you illuminated your figure just right. you looked exactly like an angel would. maybe this a sign, he thinks.

"i do indeed. you've grown even more beautiful than i remember."

"flattery will get you nowhere, pretty boy," you sighed, "why didn't you tell me?"

"i couldn't, i'm sorry. you looked so happy. i couldn't bring myself to ruin it for you. for us. i thought, in the end, if i shouldered the responsibility myself, maybe you'd realize i was a monster all along. tainted, with hands covered in blood. i didn't deserve to hold you, love you, the way i was."

"you're very wrong about that. you were, are, and will always be the most beautiful and selfless soul i know– even if that whole bridge jump scene was very selfish, if i do say so myself," you move closer to him to cup his cheeks (still as soft as you remember, though slightly more bony) and caress them softly, "you deserve everything and more, liam. if the stars would make you happy i'd go and pick some for you. you should've talked to me, relied on me a little more. i thought we were a team, an unstoppable duo, you know? i can't be a duo on my own; neither can you."

"i know now. i'm sorry. are you still mad?"

you looked at him as if he hung the sun and stars himself and he believes he has an answer to that question, "i'm not mad at you. i can't be. i love you too much for that."

the love in your eyes is mirrored in his vermillion one, the burning intensity of it almost swallowing you up like the flames in a burning building, yet the warmth is friendlier– gentler – the last rays of a summer sunset by the ocean.

"never do anything like that ever again, alright blondie? promise me."

"i promise."

you remove your hand from his cheek, placing it in the small space between you and raise an eyebrow in amusement, "do you pinky promise?"

he can only chuckle and hook his pinky with yours, "i pinky promise."

the deal is sealed with a kiss filled with 3 years worth of words and emotions left unsaid.

perhaps it was meant to be like this. is this what "in another life" means? most likely not, yet still. he's a new person and so are you. your lives are not what they used to be.

maybe this is your "another life".

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kaylalovesmaneskin · 11 months

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Late of night office trip

A/n: Heyy loves I’m back I truly love and appreciate all the love on the last story it truly means so much to so with that being say here a story for y’all and once again thank you. ❤️❤️ I just wanted to say that this story literally came from a little snippet of part a smut that my friend wrote so credits @ellior1111 to them but without a do let’s get started. Also y/n is Sherlock's sister who's best friends with Louis. Taglist @ellior1111 @tommy-lee-slash

Warnings:swearing, knife kink , office sex, teasing,degrading, and a whole lot of smut🤭

You had walked into Williams office late at night. You had been staying at the Moriarty’s family house because your best friend is Louis. So you went downstairs of the house to the bathroom and Williams office was down the hall so you went to go and see what he was up to. You began to walk down the hall to the office and you overheard him talking to someone. The door was closed so William and whoever was in there couldn’t see you. You had put your ear up to the door to hear them talking about you. “William, what about Louis' little friend? You know I can tell how you've been staring at her kind of weird lately .” You heard a familiar voice say. It was Albert he was talking to. “I don’t know what you mean.” William said, trying to deny Albert's accusations. “Well I’m just saying you wouldn’t want him or Sherlock to find out, especially Sherlock.” He said. “That kid isn’t going to do anything.” He said so confidently. “Oh well anyway you have a good night and figure out what you're going to do.” You heard Albert say before opening the door. You quickly ran behind a pole you saw. You waited there until Albert went back up stairs then you made your way over to Williams office. The door was back closed. You had quickly fixed your hair and clothes before knocking. You knock on the door. “Who’s there?” You heard William ask. You were hesitant at first not to reply but then you did. “It's me y/n.” You said to the door. “Oh doors open.” He says. You opened the door to see him in his usual white button down but the first 3-4 buttons were opened and his hair was messy. You were stuck in this sort of trance you began to blush at the sight in front of you. “Sweetheart eyes up here if you came to talk talk now if not then go.” He snapped at you. “Uh umm so I heard what you and Albert were talking about.” You said putting your hands behind your back. “Well well well it seems like we have ourselves a little nosey naughty girl listening to a conversation that she doesn’t need to hear.” He said. “Come on dear, sit down and act like you have some home training.”

He said pointing to the chair that was sitting in front of his desk. You had gone to sit down when all of a sudden you had the great Idea to try and tease him. “So William, how would you feel if my brother had found out about what you think of me?” You said crossing your arms and legs. “Well see I don't care what your brother thinks because i could be fucking your brains out right now and he could walk in and he won’t do shit.” He said, grabbing something from his drawer in the desk. “Oh yeah, are you sure about that?” You said noticing him get up off his chair with a knife in his hand. You got a bit scared because you've been hearing about all these rich people dying lately so it kinda had scared you. “William w-what’s that in your hands.” You said but your voice was kinda shaky. “Oh this.” He said holding up the knife. “You got nothing to worry about sweetie.” He had walked over to you and began to tie your hands down. “What the fuck are you doing.” You said asking him. “Shhh you just be quiet and I take care of this.” Then he tied down your feet. “William James Moriarty what in the name of god are you doing let me go.” You said trying to break out of the ties. “Well see, I want to see how you would react to this.” He came up from behind the chair you sat in and he took the knife and put it’s tip at where your cleavage was and dragged it all the way up slowly. You had begun to whimper at the cold tip of the knife. “Seems like someone is enjoying themselves I see.” “W-William p-please.” You said Beggin. You didn’t know what you were begging for but you just were. “If you want something you're gonna have to use your words y/n.” He said in such a sexual way that it had begun to make you wet. He took the knife just once more and started to drag it against both of your arms one by one. “William.” You moaned lightly. “So sweetheart I’m letting you go but since you thought you could try and tease me you’ll see what you're going to get.” He had taken the knife that was in his hand and cut the tides. You had gotten up and he pinned you to the door kissing you hungry. Taking off your black dress and letting it fall to the floor you were wearing black lace underneath. Bringing you over to his desk William had moved everything off to the side . Bending you over. “Stay there you dirty little slut.” You had gotten more wet by each degrading name he had called you. He had taken off his pants and underwear leaving him only in the button down shirt. You began rubbing his cock against your already soaked entrance he had slammed into you going fast making his balls slap against your ass. Trying to hold in your moans. William had you bent over his desk rearranging your guts. “This is what you get for teasing me.” Paper began falling off the desk. The desk shook with every harsh thrust William made as you held onto your orgasm that was edged and denied several times. “Oh William p-please f-faster p-please.” You said moaning loudly. As William still continued to fuck you senseless you both heard banging at the front door. You both heard someone coming down the stairs to open it. “Where’s y/n Louis.” You heard your 2nd older brother say. “She went to go to the bathroom and she didn’t come back.” Louis said back to him. “W-William w-we had to stop, they will hear us and find us.” You said out of breath. “Don’t worry they won’t try shit I promise that.” He started to fuck You more even harder this time to try you. “Oh fuck.” You moaned out loud. “Did you hear that?” Sherlock said. “Yeah it’s probably something else.”

Louis replied. “Shhh y/n you wouldn’t want them to hear us now do you.” He said, whispering into your ear. “Well Louis if you see her give her this.” Sherlock said and then he left. Louis had headed back upstairs. As William continued you fuck you your orgasm began to arise again. “W-William I am about t-to ahh fuck c-cum.” You said losing your breath. “Okay you’ll cum with me.” He said, giving a few more thrusts. The knot in your stomach finally broke and you were cumming with William. You had started to come down from your high and you and William both had put your clothes back on, you had sat on his lap and you both shared another heated kiss. Then the both of you had left his office and went up stairs. “That was one of the best fuckings I had ever.” You said to him all he did was wink at you. You went up to kiss him one last time. “Good night y/n and don’t tell anyone what happened, got it or it’s going to be way worse for you.” “Good night and I won’t.” You said winking at him. Then William went to his room and you went to Louis' room.

THE END

#fem!reader #smut #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mtp x you #mtp louis #sherlock holmes #albert james moriarty

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yukitomybeloved · 11 months

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Y’all ever wonder how their relationship was like when they were younger

Look at them, they’re so cute

I could talk about them for hours on end, y’all don’t understand

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pinkluhvv · 9 months

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Shush

[ james bonde x reader ]

[ just be quiet ]

[ she/her pronouns]

“Guess who!~” One hand covered her eyes, the man's voice right next to her ear as he spoke.

Feigning ignorance she tapped her chin as if she were thinking. “I’m not sure. Who could it be?” She hummed before James pinched her side with one of his free hands making her jump back with that high-pitched laugh. “Kidding, kidding. I know it’s you.”

James removed his hand from her eyes, spinning her around by her shoulders with a “Surprise!” A jazz hands maneuver before yanking her into a hug pushing her head onto his shoulder. He ran his hand flat down the lady’s back and stopped on her lower back, his other hand wandered down one of her arms, his fingers trickling down her arm in feather-light touches—that sent tingles through her arm—stopping and interlocking their fingers together, bringing her hand out and pressed an intimate kiss to her shoulder, and then her neck, and then under her ear, and then over her ear—a soft “mwah” breathed out after each one.

“Did you miss me, hun?” He whispered over the skin of her ear, an almost girlish giggle falling from his—oh, so perfect—lips at her shiver. “Oh, of course, you did, and I certainly missed you as well.”

All she could do was nod at his words, he shushed her each time she went to speak. Making his hot breath fan over her ear again.

“Ah-ah-ah... I haven’t even gotten to tell you everything I missed about you.” He breathes out, his grip slightly tightening on her. “I missed your smell…” He breathed in, “I missed your hair…” He breathed out an ‘ah’, “I missed your body… oh you’re perfect, perfect figure.”

He said softly, the hand on her back giving a squeeze to the skin. “And don’t tell me you don’t have a perfect figure. Everything about you is utterly perfect, right?” He hummed awaiting your response. When no response came he let go of her hand, moving it to lift her head from his shoulder, lifting an eyebrow as he stared at you. “Right?” He asked again, nodding his head and nodding your own with his fingers, whether you liked it or not, he found you perfect.

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ananiel · 5 months

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What if You were the snake in the grass of their world?

Talking about this "snake in the grass" saying. It's the fact that usually, all the snakes You find on fields aren't poisonous and usually harmless, more afraid of You then You are of them. But there is a very poisonous species of snakes that hides around fields and is said to have a poison strong enough to kill an adult in less then 30 seconds after the bite

So think of it, a snake in general brings fright to people because hey, it looks weird and scary. People usually don't care if it is poisonous or not. They just run away and don't look back, saying that it is better to be safe then sorry

So thinking of it. What if You come from a misterious family. One that is known for being linked to many murders and / or felonies as a whole.

Yet, your family had always an excuse or turned out to have an aliby that held them out of this acusations. Even if they had witnesses to prove that they were part of it, they never got caught

So that's when You come along. A young individual, one that doesn't seem to have bite in them at all. A quiet and shy person or a loud but inocent one.

They see You and think of You being weak, harmless, but knowing the rumours that your family is surounded with, they are still very carefull around You

Even if the cruelty doesn't run on the surface like the rest of your family, You are still very misterious yourself

Not many know anything about You, somehow, no matter to who you speak, they become more clueless then they were before after they spoke to You.

But what if there are more layers to your personality, what if You wait until they are close of You and then You attack? What if You act weak just to get their guard down for You to strike better?

What if the cruel and calculated individual is the real You. What if the real You is ready to kill and hurt anyone to get their way?

What if You are the true villain of the story they are in ? What if You truly are the snake behind it all?

And what if they get addicted to your poison? What if they get addicted to the sharp toungue of yours? What if they are ready to die to have You in their arms?

Imagine the irony, they watched as many fawned over them, not knowing their true intensions, only for them to fawn over You, but them knowing who you truly are and what You do

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yandere-romanticaa · 8 months

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Just thinking about the extent William would go just to kill his rivals in love. But his darling knowing all about this and eating up. Just like, “please William, tell me how you deceived us all.”

Going off a little bit back on this post, I just love the thought of William's darling also being a yandere. The beauty about this man is that he is doing all of these things and they're actually horrible - murder, theft, fraud, blackmail. He does them all with a smirk on his face. William proudly sees himself as a devil but never in his wildest dreams could he have pictured that his little lover could be just as sly as he is.

You beg the man to tell you everything, he better not leave any details out no matter how gruesome or bloody they are!! You are no damsels in distress which he takes good note of. Truthfully, you really do need some tough skin in order to even consider being with this man.

William won't lie though, he is pleasantly surprised by your attitude. As per your request, he leaves nothing out. He tells you what weapons he used and how, which parts of the body he sliced and what arteries to aim. Your aim must be true and mind set - do you wish to torture or kill your victim, that is something you need to be 100% sure of before setting off on this bloody journey. He watches your reactions like a hawk, your scrunched up face and furrowed eyebrows are so... cute.

He can't help but blush.

You don't notice the scarlet red that blooms on his pale cheeks, too immersed in his story. My, what was he to do with you? William had no plans of ever including you in this, you were too precious. He won't ever allow you to be in any compromising position, he won't ever allow you to kill.

Even so, the Lord of Crime can't help but to have his breath taken away as he looks you dead in the eye, pure devotion looking right back at him.

William has no idea that you are more than ready to slaughter anyone for him. Man, woman or child, you didn't care.

No one was safe.

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moriartyluver · 11 months

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𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒑𝒐𝒄! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭

[ɴᴀᴍᴇ] [ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ]

❝ One may paraphrase the great Queen Elizabeth, I may have the body of a woman but I have the strength and intellect of a man...however I would like to put a spin onto that and say that I still have the intellect and strength of a woman because my gender does not change the fact that I can have your body laying in a pile of its own filthy blood.❞

ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ

❝ those around me consider me a man of great intelligence but when I look at her, I feel my mind go blank and words are unable to form in response to her beautiful yet degrading remarks..❞

ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ

❝ Then that would mean you have no problem with someone stronger than you taking away your lives, wouldn't it? ❞

ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ

❝ Of course anyone could see that William and Lady (Name) together are unstoppable in creating a world of freedom free of filth❞

sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋs ʜᴏʟᴍᴇs

❝ Mysteries are there to be solved! It'd spoil all the fun if someone were to give me the answer, you fool! ❞

sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ

❝ Those who kill don't die peacefully. Sooner or later, we too shall meet deaths like the duke's. But we are determined to finish this mission. We're determined to fulfill our goal even if means sacrificing ourselves. ❞

ꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏʀʟᴏᴄᴋ

❝ it's so unfair that lord William's only salvation is dying while carrying all this alone ❞

ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴏɴᴅ

❝ my name is Bond. James Bond.❞

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fiyaakiko · 11 months

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obsession with him!😭

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yyutsuu · 10 months

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Hi, could you write Mycroft Holmes x gender neutral reader where they cuddle after Mycroft come late from work? Thank you!

Home Late -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : None that I am aware of

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 637 words

A/n: I'M SO SORRY, THE REPLY IS SO DELAYED. I had end of term exams to complete and study for, after that I managed to forget I even had Tumblr for a good few weeks... This is so short too... I swear I'll write more in the next approaching weeks to make up for it

Help what is short for Mycroft-? Mycky??? Mycro???? 😭😭😭

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You are Mycroft Holmes' partner, the two of you sharing a mutual love for the other. It is currently late into the night, the comfortable cushions belonging to the sofa nudging against your night wear. Your eyelids were heavy, staying awake was becoming more and more of an arduous challenge.

But your body jolts up, the mist fogging up your brain and train of thoughts vanishing in an instant. The cause was the nearing noise of familiar footsteps approaching the front entrance, followed by the impossible to miss sound of rustling and jingling of keys. You watch from the couch as the front door is unlocked and opened, an exhausted Mycroft walks in.

He closes the door, Mycroft drops his bag which most likely contains a great deal of important files. He lets out a yawn, a long tired yawn. He looks about, his drowsy eyes stopping in the direction of where you as well as the couch occupies. Mycroft's expression changes to one of happiness mixed with fatigue. "You are still awake?" He says quietly, closing his eyes momentarily and enjoying the warmth of the shared house.

Mycroft's eyes open again, his gaze returning to you, his soft warm look becoming a gentle smile. "It's been a hectic day. I'm relieved I'm finally home." He mutters. Mycroft's movements are sluggish, his hair a mess, he looks like a total slob, but strangely attractive. Mycroft makes his way over to you and takes a seat on the couch, right next to you.

"Good evening." You say to Mycroft. He fails to reply and is about to rest his head on your shoulder, before pausing and stopping himself. You can practically see the great amount of effort he is putting into to not just situate his head on your shoulder and fall asleep right then and there.

You sigh at his actions. "Oh Mycroft, refrain from overworking yourself..." You murmur. Mycroft's smile slightly broadens, his eyes softening as he finally gives in, you feel his head falling onto your shoulder. Mycroft proceeds to nuzzle into you for a moment, exhaling with great tiredness.

"I apologize, darling. It has been quite the busy week. But no need to worry, you always manage to calm me." Mycroft breathes out in a hushed tone. "That's good, you comfort me quite a bit too." You whisper in reply as you reach your hand out and secure it on the back of his head.

Mycroft smiles at your touch. "I am truly glad I'm the one that can provide to you the peace you deserve." He mutters lazily while his hands fall into yours, he proceeds to lace his and your fingers together, holding your tender hands tightly as your eyes meet. Mycroft pulls you in and presses a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, not pulling away for several minutes. "I am undoubtedly lucky to have you, my dear..." He whispers, millimeters away from drifting off to sleep.

You laugh softly at his state. "We're both exceedingly tired, aren't we?" You whisper. "How about we cuddle then go to our bedroom and get some proper rest?" You suggest. The reply you receive is a tired mutter of "Mmm... that sounds... like a splendid idea..."

Conveniently, the two of you are in a comfortable and cosy position, laying down on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Mycroft lays his head down on your shoulder and presses his body closer to yours.

The two of you never made it into the bedroom to sleep, within minutes of snuggling up nice and warm against each other, both you and Mycroft ended up drifting into deep sleep. The warmth of Mycroft's embrace shielding you from all unpleasantries.

Staying awake and awaiting Mycroft's return may be a challenge, but the rewards are advantageous.

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