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getosbf · 10 months

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Moriarty the patriot as text posts pt. 4/?

#moriarty the patriot #sherliam #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #sherlock moriarty the patriot #mycroft holmes mtp #albert james moriarty

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tulipsforvin · 5 days

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Hiii, how are you? I love your writing sm, especially your Mycroft fics. I didn’t even like his character that much until I read your fanfics about him ^^

So can I request a jealous Mycroft Holmes x trophy wife reader? Something similar to your last post or maybe a continuation?

Thanks sm <3

✦ YOU BELONG TO ME ‧₊˚✩彡

🌷: HII im good :) thnx sm for the kind words !! have a nice day/night

🌷: F!TROPHY WIFE READER x JEALOUS MYCROFT HOLMES

⚠️: such a cliché 🙏, somewhat suggestive at the end.

surely this was to be expected; you were in no way lacking. the attention your beauty and elegance brought with you was only one of the many implications that came with marrying you. he could handle it, couldn't he? surely he could. you were his trophy wife, an accessory to be shown at the best.

but that position didn't quite please you. no no, you wanted more. you wanted all of him, him and his affections, every bit of his attention. you wanted to be more than just a mere prize to him. which is why..

“right! and then he said—” music & loud voices dipped in cheery laughter blur into the background.

watching yet another group of men group you crowd you for the umpteenth time this night—something began to rise within him. anger, frustration, disgust.. he wasn't sure what it exactly was. perhaps a mixture of them all. all he knew was that it made his stomach feel hollow, his chest burn with something foreign and bile crawl up to his throat.

you high five a nobleman. that noble looks too happy over mere skin contact. the muscle under his eye twitches slightly. ‘really?’ he wishes to say out loud. he's the one who brought you here. you're his wife.

“..mr. holmes.”

“mr. holmes.”

“mr. mycroft holmes.”

mycroft snaps out of his thoughts. “ah.” he blinks. his dark eyes smoothly shift back to the man infront of him. “apologies, secretary general. please continue.”

“...” the secretary general scans mycroft's face for any expression hinting to why he seems so out of it tonight. mycroft is too clever not to notice so he arches an eyebrow and the secretary general clears his throat. “ahem. as i was saying, if we are to implement better rules and regulations then..”

the secretary general's voice fades into the background for the second time this night. mere background noise to mycroft holmes—the man known to be devoted to his work. well.. not tonight though. there was something else bothering him.

“you're so beautiful, miss. (name)!” the man infront of you chirps, a patch of hair on his chin for a beard.

his beard doesn't even connect, mycroft scoffs under his breath, thinking to himself. if you can even call it a beard—it's just barely visible stubble. barely there.

“oh thank you!” your hand pats his forearm lightly.

what on earth are you doing? he wishes he could say.

he glances back at the babbling man infront of him; not a stop to his endless tirade of words. he sighs.

“mr. holmes, are you okay?” the secretary general says, tilting his head to the side by the slightest.

“i am.” mycroft replies curtly, not even looking at him. his attention is somewhere else entirely. on you, to be exact. and that rat looking bastard besides you.

“i should be the one thanking you for attending. otherwise i wouldn't have been able to meet you.” the nobleman's gaze falls to your neck where a beautiful pearl necklace rests. “such a gorgeous necklace, i must say.” he uses it as an excuse to caress your neck with the back of his fingers.

mycroft's face darkens visibly, a vein protruding on his jaw as he clenches it. his eyebrows furrow, forming a small line in the space between.

that's enough. he thinks. he doesn't like that. no, not at all. why aren't you saying anything to that bastard?

instead of pushing the nobleman away, it felt like you were encouraging his actions, letting him do as he pleases with you—and that really irritated mycroft.

a server carrying several glasses of sparkling wine walks to each group of people, asking them if they would like some. when the server comes to you, the nobleman alongside you picks up two glasses.

the man is cheerful as he speaks to you, obviously feeling quite joyous at the chance of being able to talk to someone as beautiful as you. “here, miss. a glass of champagne each for you and for me.”

“thank y—”

in mere seconds mycroft has excused himself and began striding to you, footsteps large and distanced.

“thank you.” a man's hands, large and veiny slithers into the space between you and the nobleman. and when they pull back, they retrieve the two glasses of sparkling wine from the nobleman.

your neck snaps around to the deep, familiar voice behind you. you look up to see a tall and looming mycroft, annoyance plastered across his face, hand you one glass and keep the other to himself.

“mycroft!” you smile up at him, eyes glittering. you take the glass of champagne from him and sip at it.

“o-oh,” the nobleman falters, stepping back instinctively. “good.. good evening, mr. holmes.”

“evening.” mycroft's voice is low and rumbly. an arm travels to your hips and he pulls you in close to him.

“fine banquet, isn't it? i quite like the atmosphe—”

“yes, yes.” mycroft hums dismissively. “pardon me, but me and my wife have somewhere to be.”

that's all he says before he's practically dragging you away, a firm hand still grasping onto your waist—not even letting either of you bid farewell to each other.

“we do?” you peek up at him as you're walking away.

“yes.” his voice is quiet. tight. firm. growly. everything sexy. “i feel as if a little disciplining might be in order.”

you gulp thickly at his words as he leads you to the bathroom. but this was what you wanted, after all.

you can't help the small and subtle smirk that appears on your painted lips. “ofcourse.. darling.”

#mycroft holmes x you #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft holmes x y/n #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x you #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x you #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #mtp x reader #mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes mtp #mtp mycroft holmes

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my-hyperfixation-hell · 8 months

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#moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes mtp #john watson mtp #mycroft holmes mtp #von herder #louis moriarty #albert moriarty

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favficbirthdays · 4 months

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Happy Birthday

Mycroft Holmes (5th January)

Moriarty the Patriot

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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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the-little-pierre · 7 months

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🖤Mr. Holmes💛

#mycroft holmes #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #憂国のモリアーティ #yuumori #fanart #digital art #ynm mycroft #mtp mycroft #mycroft #ynm fanart

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universe-nero · 9 months

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LOW QUALITY MTP

parts 23 to 36

part 33 you can see it here

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mayst0rm · 11 months

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[wip] Possessive 🤭

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #albert james moriarty #mycroft holmes #mtp albert #mtp mycroft #myal #mycal #mtp fanart #yuumori fanart #mycroft x albert

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sleepinghellokitty · 3 months

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Mycroft: I don't make the rules Sherlock: Yes you do Mycroft: That's true, I do

#moriarty the patriot #mtp sherlock #mtp mycroft #mtp #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #mtp textposts #mtp incorrect quotes #incorrect mtp

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we-intentionally-exude-calmness · 2 months

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Moriarty the Patriot: The Remains Chapter 11 - English Translation

Greetings, lowly mortals! Tis I, the myth and legend, Min, here once again to present you peasants with the English translation of the latest chapter. You all better enjoy this one, or else the redrawers will have your heads (they suffered with this one). https://mangadex.org/chapter/e821fb98-2f58-445b-952e-c3c0d15c70f4

And finally, remember to always intentionally exude calmness.

#louis james moriarty #manga #moriarty the patriot #mtp mycroft #mtp sherlock #mtp william #scanlation #sherliam #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukuko no moriarty #albert james moriarty #sherlock holmes #ynm

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getosbf · 10 months

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So is no one gonna talk about how Albert is wanted by the government both figuratively and carnally

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #albert james moriarty #alcroft #mycal #mycroft holmes mtp

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tulipsforvin · 27 days

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Hello! You are one of the few authors who write something in this MTP fandom. And I really enjoy your fanfics💐 Can I request a smut with Mycroft?

I apologize...My English is a bit broken, I hope I wrote clearly😭

✧ your grammar's fine, don't worry! your request was a little vague so i added whatever i could think of, hope you don't mind :)

✧ p.s: thank you for the kind words ᥫ᭡ !! thnx for requesting, love <3

✧ mycroft x f!reader + getting head & fingering (f!receiving) + praising

mycroft had been more busy with his duties lately. he'd barely come home and even when he did, which was quite rare, he'd be too tired to properly even engage in a simple conversation with his love.

“..oh, right there.”

and this was his way for making up for his neglect.

your back arches off the bed by the slightest inch, fingers tangled into his dark hair, tugging and tugging at every new sensation, every new need of yours.

“hmhh..” he groans into your cunt, lips wrapped deliciously around your swollen, throbbing clit.

mycroft is on his knees on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around your thighs which he uses to pull you close. you're wet. so, so very wet—dripping down from your pussy to the expensive bedsheet below you, not that you cared right now anyway.

“mycroft..” you begin, but are immediately stopped when he licks a stripe down from your clit to your vulva. “hngh— fuck.” to add to the pleasure, his fingers walk up from your pelvis to your breasts and he uses his thumbs to draw circles over your nipples.

he's slow, but precise with his actions. some time in and you finally realize that he isn't just randomly lapping you up — he's circling his initials into your clit. you gasp every time he starts with the 'M' and shudder everytime he ends with the 'H', as if your body was his.

yet it only turned you on even more.

“a-ah..” you're practically humping yourself onto his face and the man willingly sticks out his tongue for you to relieve yourself.

“doing so well for me.” he murmurs, and although his words are slurry, his praise makes you even more determined to get yourself off on him, makes you ride his tongue even faster. his hands wrap around your breasts and he fondles them, gives them an occasional squeeze once in a while.

surely getting yourself off on him would be a piece of cake, right? but the time spent apart was so long and you couldn't even remember the last time you touched yourself so everytime you neared your high, your body suddenly couldn't handle it anymore and slowed down on it's pace, edging you.

“m-mycroft..” your eyes are pooled with unshed, desperate tears and you whine his name out softly. you're frustrated. and you want, no, need to cum.

the man wasn't dumb, he knew of your frustrations so he cooes to you. “shh, shh. it's okay. i'll get you there, sweetheart. trust me.”

so he took matters into his own hands and delved even deeper between your legs. his tongue laps at you faster, sucks and kisses your clit — even adds in a finger to help you—help his poor, sweet girl.

his fingers pump in out of you and his tongue is still unrelenting in it's pace. “fuck— please..! i'm going to cum, please-” and yet, your body didn't seem to listen to you. getting closer and closer to your high was making you overwhelmed, and the stimulation was simply too much.

“haa.. hngh, i-” you're tugging at his hair, back arched, toes curled, mouth agape. “p’ease—” and you've hit the edge. your moans grow louder, fill the room and your thighs shudder and try to close around his head but he keeps your legs spread apart with his big hands, caressing your legs.

mycroft only hums in response, rubbing and caressing his hands all over your body. “that's it, that's it.” he whispers. “let it out, that's my good girl.” you're gasping — unsteady, short breaths while he helps you come down from your high.

“good, good” his voice is raspy, deep, aroused.

that was beautiful, he thinks. the strain against his pants is obvious and you're sure he's almost leaking with the stain you see when you prop up on your elbows to look at him. “good job, dear.”

your eyes flick to the clock and so does his.

10:34 AM.

“now that i'm aware i'm late,” he murmurs close to you. “i might as well take the day off an indulge in you, instead.”

#IT'S BEEN SO LONG #SINCE I WROTE SMUT #I'M SO EMBARRASSED #but i hope you like it !!#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot smut #yuukoku no moriarty smut #mycroft holmes x you #mtp mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes x y/n #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft holmes smut #mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes x reader smut #yuumori

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Hello, can I asked for some headcanon of Mycroft Holmes having a crush on Y/n as the little sister of Moriarty Family, please? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

CRUSHES ARE FOR ORDINARY PEOPLE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Mycroft Holmes x Female!Moriarty!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): FLUFF, Crushes

Notes: I did change it to the Moriarty’s older sister instead of younger because Mycroft is in his 30s while they’re all in their 20s, lol

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Admittedly, the moment Mycroft realizes he has a crush—and on Albert James Moriarty’s older sister, no less—he panics.

Him? Have a silly little childish crush on you? Preposterous!

Crushes are for ordinary people. And he is definitely not ordinary.

So he does what any reasonable man would do and buries his feelings.

You were also his secretary, so it would be a conflict of interest anyway.

Therefore, burying his feelings and hoping they would go away would be the logical option.

At least… until Sherlock finds out.

The teasing was relentless.

Somehow, that information got to Watson.

And in turn, somehow, that information gets to Albert.

Albert confronts him about said information one day when no one else is in Mycroft’s office.

“What do you intend to do about it?” He asks his superior, who looks up from his paperwork.

It would take an idiot to realize what he’s talking about.

“Absolutely nothing. It’s a conflict of interest and completely inappropriate for the workplace.” Mycroft replies, and Albert nods once, a stern look in his eyes.

“Good.” He says, clicks his heels together, and leaves with a salute.

His feelings get harder to ignore the more you show up to his office to work.

He admires your cleanliness and the dresses you wore (you were always dressed immaculately, which he definitely liked).

He admires your hard-working attitude and how you smile at him whenever you see him.

It makes his heart flutter and his feelings that much more difficult to ignore.

Surprisingly, you approach him one day with a request that blows his expectations out of the water.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” You ask, and he drops his pen in shock.

The object of his affection asking him to such an intimate affair?

He’s only human after all. It’s only fair that he would be in shock even if he wasn’t an ordinary person.

Initially, he declines.

It was a conflict of interest, and while you knew that, it didn’t stop you from asking again.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass that it’s improper. I like you and would like to take you out for dinner if you’ll have me.” You say determinedly, and he gapes at your vulgar words.

He forgot that you always spoke your mind and said exactly what you felt. Even if it was against societal expectations of women.

This, admittedly, makes you embarrassed.

“Sorry. That was rude of me… I’ll go and—”

“Wait!” He stands behind his desk and rounds it to stand before you.

He’s a good deal taller. You have to look up to meet his dark eyes.

But he doesn’t mind.

In fact, he finds it endearing.

And shockingly (maybe not), he finds himself accepting your invitation.

His heart stutters at the blinding smile that you direct at him.

It’s beautiful.

And the rest is history.

#mtp x reader #mtp mycroft x reader #mycroft holmes x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot mycroft x reader #mycroft x reader #mtp mycroft #mtp mycroft holmes #fairy writes

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favficbirthdays · 1 year

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Happy Birthday

Mycroft Holmes (5th January)

Moriarty the Patriot

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #ynm #ynm mycroft #ynm mycroft holmes #mycroft ynm #mycroft holmes ynm #moriarty the patriot #mtp #mtp mycroft #mtp mycroft holmes #mycroft mtp #mycroft holmes mtp #moriarty the patriot mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes #fictional birthday #january #january 5th

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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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kimlzzzy · 8 months

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Inspired by the canon Yuumori Highschool AU shenanigans. Read from right to left please!

I need part 3 to have Albert and Myckey interract with each other!!! It's a need!! ((Drawing Louis' happy face was joy))

#yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #ynm #mtp #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #louis james moriarty #sebastian moran #william james moriarty

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