Tumgik
#yuumori mycroft
yyutsuu · 10 months
Note
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-
———
!! Fluff !!
Gender Neutral reader
!! TW !! : None that I am aware of
Romantic relationship
———
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???? 😭😭😭
———
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.
———
-yyutsuu on Tumblr and Wattpad-
!! Please refrain from reposting my work without permission !!
115 notes · View notes
beneathashadytree · 10 months
Note
Congrats on 2K!!! Could I request prompts 13 and 21, for Mycroft Holmes, please?
NIGHTS WITH YOU - MYCROFT HOLMES X READER
Tumblr media
Warnings : pretty suggestive implications but nothing else I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : domestic fluff <3
Word count : 0.7K words
Additional notes : Thank you nonnie! I did enjoy writing this soft piece, so fingers crossed that this is what you had in mind. Hope you like it!💗
Prompts : “Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?” “Can this stay between us?”
Tip jar if you’d like to buy me a Ko-Fi!
Masterlist
Tumblr media
“Your hair’s much softer than it seems,” they pointed out as they carded their fingers through it.
“Is it? I’ve never paid it much attention,” Mycroft replied, his eyelids fluttering shut as their actions soothed his nerves to a point where he found himself nearly falling asleep.
Their other hand wandered, tracing invisible shapes onto the warm skin of his chest. He was very much naked in their bed indeed, but the last thing on their mind at the moment was any sort of intimate act. This was the only kind of intimacy that they were craving now.
“I believe Sherlock’s hair is quite similar to yours,” they mused, “The same curls and all.”
Mycroft sighed a little with exasperation, though he didn’t seem too annoyed. “Please do not bring up my brother’s name while we’re in bed.”
“Alright, alright,” they conceded, scratching at his scalp just right, successfully pulling a deep hum from the back of his throat. Something of a smile formed on their face; nothing ever made them happier than the sight of this man, who had a habit of working himself to the bone, relaxing in their arms. “If you’re too busy, I’ll let you up.” This was said with no small amount of reluctance, and was—thankfully—met with even more reluctance from his end.
“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?” Mycroft carefully asked, not quite meeting their eyes. It must’ve been embarrassing to him; to ask for something so mundane and so simple, when he was a man who’d always carried the weight of the Crown and its responsibilities on his shoulders.
The last thing they wanted to do was discourage him from seeking them out whenever he was in need of affection—after all, theirs was plentiful when it came to him. “I’d very much like that, actually,” they replied with all the honesty there was, and then resumed their ministrations.
After a few beats of silence, they noted the dark circles under his eyes, and the gauntness of his cheeks. “You seem tired.” Their hand left his chest, only for their fingers to softly caress his face. “I suppose it would be wishful thinking on my part, to think that you’d been taking care of yourself?”
“Darling.” Mycroft sighed once more, though this time he sounded decidedly more resigned. “I just… hadn’t the time. Please, do not scold me.”
“I won’t admonish you this time, but you know I worry,” they earnestly said, tilting his face to meet their gaze. “You’re about to fall asleep in my arms, and it’s not even ten o’clock yet.”
He snorted, his tone self-depreciative. “Not my most impressive feat, I suppose, getting all but knocked out after one round in bed.”
“I’d rather have no rounds but plenty of hours of sleep for you.”
There was no doubt as to whether or not they were being truthful, because even a blind man could see just how concerned they were for his well-being, and how deeply they always wished to help shoulder some of his burdens. Since they very well couldn’t interfere with Royal business, they were stuck here, with nothing in their hands but to try and make him feel most at home and at ease with them.
“I’m sorry. I wanted us to have a more memorable night together, after having been apart for so long. But...”
Mycroft sounded truly apologetic as he said that, and they couldn’t help but smile at the way he could no longer force his blue eyes open. They knew it would be mere minutes before he fell into a deep sleep, and they would have to content themself with the beautiful sight of him slumbering in their embrace.
“It’s alright, dear. Only one round for one night is more than other men might offer, but I know it leaves a blot on your perfect record of a daily two,” they teased him, softly stroking his cheek as he huffed out a half-laugh and shifted to drape his arm around their waist.
“Then I must ask. Can this stay between us?” he mumbled, his consciousness clearly slipping.
“Of course. Wouldn’t dare spill your secret.”
And perhaps his last memory before the world turned dark was that of them tenderly kissing his forehead, seeing as he fell asleep with a small, content smile on his lips, the sight of which warmed them up to their very toes.
Tumblr media
Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights
105 notes · View notes
Text
Although it's still January 4th in my country :
🎉🎉🎉🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYCROFT HOLMES 🎉🎉🎉🎉
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
22 notes · View notes
illir · 4 months
Text
a bit late but managed to draw something for holmes bros birthdays!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
629 notes · View notes
the-little-pierre · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
I love the effect 🤭✨️
531 notes · View notes
mayst0rm · 26 days
Text
Tumblr media
Happy Birthday William James Moriarty 🌹
Art Print ✨
248 notes · View notes
goldenlotus-arts · 21 days
Text
Tumblr media
"Going home after a long workinh day with your wife waiting at the door" vibe🤤
174 notes · View notes
vodkabutgay · 4 months
Text
Louis: Brother...am I ugly?
William: Nonsense. I'm looking at you right now you're the most beautiful boy in the world.
------------
Sherlock: Brother, am I ugly?
Mycroft, without looking up: Very much.
279 notes · View notes
universe-nero · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
I remembered that I haven't shown you the most complicated art from last year
A meeting at Universal Export
-Made for Professor Moriarty's fanzine in twitter-
188 notes · View notes
yyutsuu · 9 months
Note
hi! your imagine was amazing, thank you so much for answering. i hope you don’t mind but may i request a mycroft x reader again but with some angst, where they have a really bad argument? they can break up or reconcile - it’s up to you!
Argument -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-
———
!! Angst with comfort !!
Gender Neutral reader
!! TW !! : Argument and smoking/nicotine mentions
Romantic relationship
———
Word count: 1098 words
A/n: (I have returned !!) I chose to have a happy ending, I hope you’re fine with that ! I also have no idea what the argument should be about, so I did not specify it, I hope you also do not mind that
This is serving as such a good distraction from the suffocating air in this plane 😭😭
———
It was a rainy day, both on the inside and out. You are laying on a relaxing and comfortable bed, the one that you and Mycroft shared. Usually, the two of you would be resting together, but last night was contradictive. Mycroft did not return home, he had most likely been staying in his office for the night.
You knew clearly what was the cause of this, during the night before yesterday, the two of you had an argument, not pleasant at all. “I despise you.” His words hurt like a excruciating stab wound, engraved onto your brain, haunting you.
The curtains were not open, but a faint luminescence emits still from them. The silence filling the air is harmonized by the rain, softly tapping at your window. At first, the tapping was simply background music, but now it seemed to become louder and louder, driving you to the brink of insanity as you hid under the warm blanket.
You decide to finally let go of the comforting embrace of your blanket which is as soft as a feather. You begin to sit up against the chilly bed frame. Your eyes are slightly swollen from the tears of last night mixed with the fact how you did not get the recommended amount of sleep, no, way less than that.
You simply sit there, blankly staring down the thin strips of light that had succeeded in escaped the cover of the gloomy curtains. You slowly and painfully recall the recent events, fatigue weighing down on you as you do.
It was presumptively one of the worst fights you’ve ever had with Mycroft, not psychical, but equally painful. You sat on your soft bed, rethinking the whole conversation over and over again, recalling every single tiny detail as if it only happened seconds ago.
By the time you realized you should perhaps head out for a breather, hours had passed since you sat up, the rain had died down. Getting out of bed was not difficult, you were wide awake ages ago. The very moment you step out from your blanket, the icy cold air bites at your skin.
After getting dressed and brushing your teeth you head straight outside, forgetting about breakfast entirely. It wasn’t too early in the morning, you stuff your house keys into your pocket, the sound of steady footsteps arising from your shoes. The air was particularly nice, cool and fresh, just what you needed.
The grass was damp, water droplets still resting on the emerald leaves that sprout from the earthy dirt. Every wave of sound was automatically blocked out by your ears, granting you the calmness you had wished for. The frown painted on your face, at long last, disappeared.
It was late in the evening when you finally returned home. During your stroll you had purchased some delectable food at a befitting bakery and had a cup of warm coffee.
You approach the front door to your and Mycroft’s shared house. By the amount of times you saw the door, you could tell when someone entered after you left. After you left the door, it had been unlocked from the outside and then locked from the inside. You stood there, slowly extending a hand to unlock the door, puzzled at who could and would enter.
It appeared you forgot about him, you had forgotten about Mycroft for a good couple of hours. “Mycroft…” You mutter, your memory finally refreshes as you unconsciously say his name. Your hand movements stop entirely, freezing up on the spot.
Your heart races, you don’t quite know what to do, open the door or stay out for longer? You knew deep down, the argument did not result into hate for Mycroft, you had said some pretty hurtful things too, but you just didn’t know at all what to do to fix the relationship.
You take a deep breath and place the keys into the keyhole, turning them as your ear takes in the sound of a familiar click. With your shaking hands, you turn the door handle and push the door open.
You look around and observe the room, Mycroft was most certainly present in the area, his once shiny shoes sitting near the front door accompanied with the difference in placement of a chair at the dining table proved that. After taking off your shoes and carefully placing them next to the door you walk around.
He was not in any room, not sitting on any furniture, you had searched most rooms. It was until you plopped yourself down on the couch you felt a small breeze graze your skin, it was coming from the sliding glass doors to the balcony along with a faint smell of nicotine.
You approach the balcony doors, brushing the silky curtains to the side, revealing the sight of Mycroft standing on the balcony. His back was turned to you but you could spot the smoke forming from each drag of the cigarette he made. It is without a doubt, you were not happy at all with Mycroft’s actions, he had promised he would avoid smoking a while ago, keeping his promise until now.
You slide open the glass door, Mycroft immediately puts out the cigarette on an ashtray and turns around to face you, as if nothing occurred at all a second ago. As he turns to face you, you can observe and notice that his lips are quite dry, the cigarette he had clearly wasn’t his first in a while. In addition to that there are very visible eye bags, he wasn’t getting enough sleep.
The moment the two of your eyes met, tears spill from Mycroft’s eyes, he had evidently been holding it in for quite a while. He walks towards you and holds you in a tight embrace. “Please, just allow me to do this for a while,” Mycroft whispers. You are caught off guard by this.
After some time you both head inside and make some tea. Eventually, the two of you talk about the matter and came to an agreement. Mycroft had also promised he would try his best to avoid turning to nicotine no matter what happens.
The following night was better than every other one you experienced, the two of you holding each other in an embrace while sleeping peacefully under the familiar warm blanket. The aftertaste of the argument entirely washed away. The both of you finally being able to receive sleep, the rain had begun again, but this time it was in forms of soft and calming taps on the window.
———
-yyutsuu on Tumblr and Wattpad-
!! Please refrain from reposting my work without permission !!
80 notes · View notes
beneathashadytree · 11 months
Note
Hello! Can I request prompt 16 with mycroft from mtp? I hope you have a nice day!
FIRSTS - MYCROFT HOLMES X READER
Tumblr media
Warnings : none I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluff n puppy love
Word count : 0.6K words
Additional notes : Hi nonnie! This was a very sweet request, and felt like a breath of fresh air. Hope you like this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!💗
Prompt : “You were my first kiss.”
Tip jar if you’d like to buy me a Ko-Fi!
Masterlist
Tumblr media
The gloved hand that was stroking their waist oh-so-tenderly, and the other calloused one that gently tilted their chin upwards, couldn’t possibly distract them from the fact that they were being kissed by none other than the man they’d fantasized about for the past nearly 3 years.
Even in their most fanciful dreams, they had never quite imagined the softness of his lips brushing at theirs, barely there at first, before pressing more surely as they melted into the kiss—and his careful embrace. They hadn’t ever dared to picture how his shuddering breath would mingle with theirs, or how his touch burned in its wake, or how his blue eyes would look, darkened as his emotions swept them up altogether.
But there they were, actually kissing Mycroft Holmes, and not a single coherent thought remained in their head.
Stunned, they’d stilled at the start, before his warm lips and the affectionate look on his face completely robbed them of any other thought than to follow his lead. They hadn’t the faintest idea what to do, but to try and kiss him back by mirroring his actions was their best shot.
It felt far too soon when he pulled back, though they could understand that it was done under the guise of propriety. Only when he’d left a few inches of space between them could they finally dare to exhale, though that gave their body enough time to register the fact that their knees had suddenly grown wobbly.
“Oh dear,” they faintly said, stumbling a little as they tried to regain their balance. Mycroft looked a little alarmed, and his fingers fell from their chin while his grip on their waist grew tighter—a fact that only served to make their tummy flutter harder.
“Are you alright?” His deep voice was too near, and too much all at once. They could feel their face burning more with every second that passed, and knew that they must’ve been a rather embarrassing shade of red.
“Yes,” they managed to say, leaning on his rather muscular arm for a few beats, just so they could straighten up. “Yes, I’m only… a little overwhelmed.”
Mycroft frowned at that, an expression it seemed he was so scarcely without—though they, who knew him better than anyone else, knew that to be quite untrue, for they’d seen him smile so gently more than enough times than was good for their heart.
“Have I misread something?” His question was quiet, but direct. “Was this unwanted?”
“No!” they were quick to exclaim, before growing embarrassed by their outburst. “No, it just… you were my first kiss.”
A look of understanding came on his face, before being replaced by one of faint amusement. “Ah.”
“Ah indeed.” They sounded vexed as they brushed the front of their crisp shirt, though that was probably directed at their own self. “I’ve embarrassed myself, haven’t I?”
“Why on Earth would you have?”
Scoffing, they glanced back up from the imaginary flint. “Come now, it was abundantly clear how inexperienced I was. With kissing, I mean.”
“I hadn’t noticed, actually.” At their look of incredulity, Mycroft insisted. “No, really.” He looked painfully awkward for a half-second, before he cleared his throat. “Perhaps it’s because it was my first kiss as well, and I was too… distracted to notice.”
Dumbfounded (and probably even left gaping) by his revelation, they could only splutter out one question. “Uh, you…? I mean, what distraction? That is, what had you distracted?”
Another awkward clearing of the throat. Dark eyes met theirs soon enough, and the hesitation on his face might’ve even been counted as bashfulness. “It might have something to do with the fact that I’d been wanting to do this for quite some time now.”
Lightheaded at yet another shocking revelation, they shakily breathed in, voice coming out smaller than they’d anticipated. “Ah.”
“Ah indeed.”
Tumblr media
Taglist : @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights
57 notes · View notes
soulmatesyuumori · 9 months
Text
I can't believe no one talked about this bit here
Tumblr media
My man lost himself thinking/talking about Albert with such a fond smile LOLOLOL there is literaly a pause there for him to collect himself, as if he forgot he had Louis in front of him.
Mycroft: *thinks and talks about Albert ❤* .... Oh sorry, where were we?
Louis: *looking away awkwardly, thinking* oh my gosh, this Holmes too?? damn it, brothers, why????... well, at least this one's decent.
446 notes · View notes
amuletowa · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
holmes bros
302 notes · View notes
angelltheninth · 1 year
Note
William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, Moran, James, Mycroft and their favorite spots to kiss you at?
Oh! I misunderstood the first time I read it lol, ok no problem Anon!
Pairing: William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, Moran, James, Mycroft x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, making out, slight groping/fondling, teasing, neck kisses, shoulder kisses
A/N: They all make me swoon so hard!
William likes to kiss you in the living room while the two of you are relaxing after a long day. It's one of the spots he allows himself to be the most vulnerable at. He doesn't particularly care if someone were to walk in and see the two of you, he will give you a kiss regardless.
Louis will kiss you in passing in between chores that he does. He keeps busy a lot during the day so it's really the only time he can kiss you, other then mission and meetings and of course during your alone time at night before you go to sleep.
Albert kisses you only behind closed doors. Well he can kiss your hand during a social event but the real kisses are for you to witness only. He's the kind of man who can get pretty carried away when kissing you and he'd rather not contribute to the inevitable gossip.
Sherlock either kisses you in his office or his bedroom. Any other place and you're more then likely get interrupted by someone. He can't have that, not when he's too busy leaving hickyes and marks down your neck as you squirm against him.
Moran doesn't care where he's kissing you as long as he's kissing you. Everyone knows not to approach and try to pull anything when he's around. He'll kiss you anywhere his lips can reach and hold you against him while cupping your ass to let everyone know that you're his.
James will pull you into a kiss anywhere to surprise you and see you blush and be flustered. He likes being the gentleman of course but he can't deny that you look cute when you're walking hand in hand and he leans over to kiss you, much to the disgruntled gasps and murmurs of the people around you.
Mycroft will kiss you as soon as he comes home from work. No matter where he finds you he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and kiss your neck and shoulder until you're gasping and asking for more.
1K notes · View notes
illir · 4 months
Text
mostly sherliam (+mi6 etc) post timeskip art dump
just realised i have a lot of these even the ones i from 2022 that i never posted on tumblr so here you go! as usual doesn't include drawings that already had separate posts in my blog
long post!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
(↑ i like to imagine sherlock and mary are kinda in an in-law situation post-timeskip, except he's kinda awkward around her now (but still wanna be nice to her since she's john's wife after all) while she's just chill with him)
Tumblr media
(bean water = coffee) (but louis, tea is also just leaf water...)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
(i hope they still get to go on dates even in london~!)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
(the flowers are in liam's room now💗)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
(↑ is ko-fi request)
Tumblr media
(↑ is ko-fi request as well)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
(↑ set in chapter 65. fred who's too excited to show his roses that he's been tending to the past 3 years to william who just got back from america)
Tumblr media
this ended up with a lot of just louis and sherlock beefing haha i unfortunately didn't get to draw a lot from the 221b side so i hope to get the chance to do so in the future 💪 (or psst commission me or send me a ko-fi request to do it 👀👉 renebaeragi.carrd.co )
thank you for reading!
450 notes · View notes
the-little-pierre · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
I can't describe this feeling 😭✨️
Mycroft Holmes ~♡ musical
480 notes · View notes