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tinkerleaf · 2 months

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Housework

So this little fic was something I wrote in like 2021 with the help of Dreamily, but I loved it too much not to share. I love MtP and had to put something on my blog for it. I also didn't mean to make Moran sound dumb lol. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Synopsis: Moran can't stand to do chores, and Louis can't stand him. The reader tries to save the day. gn reader Pairings: Sebastian Moran/reader/a little bit of everybody Words: 830 Genre: fluff? comedy? lighthearted Warnings: none that I can think of.

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Sebastian was truly a ditz when it came to chores. You had caught Louis scolding him for not helping around with the housework numerous times and couldn’t help but laugh.

Louis was very strict in his expectations and how he ran things, but it made you so happy to know that Sebastian was attempting to do his chores for once.

Normally, he asked Fred or you to do them, which you hated. Especially when you have your own things to do.

But this time? This time, you felt bad about telling him off. As for Louis? He was ecstatic.

You went inside William’s office to pick up some needed papers to finish writing up for his next mission. Unsurprisingly, you found him asleep upon opening the door. He typically fell asleep in strange places all the time due to exhaustion, and you really couldn’t blame him. You could see how often William had been working recently, so it made sense for him to find refuge in such a quiet room. You didn't dare wake him.

However, what did wake him was the sound of glass breaking from downstairs. He jolted awake and was almost startled seeing you there in front of his desk. You two maintained eye contact briefly before he finally spoke, “What was that noise?”

You sighed, “I’m not sure, but if I were to guess, Sebastian dropped another frame.”

He stared at you for another moment giving you a small smile, “Never a dull moment in this house, is there?”

“Not really, no.”

With that said, he got up and left the room as you followed suit. You went through the hallway and down the steps leading to the foyer. Sebastian was standing near the staircase looking down at Louis with fear in his eyes. His hands were above his head and guilt was written all over his face.

Looking down beside the two, you saw the shattered picture frame dispersed on the floor. You rolled your eyes, “You know, I didn’t want to be correct.”

Sebastian whipped around to look at you, “It was an accident! Honest! Louis told me to dust the frames and I did!” He lowered a hand to the back of his neck, “And then it fell…”

Louis stepped forward, “Well, you can't put it back together, right?” He looked directly at Sebastian and then at you, “You can't always ask one of us to fix your problem. We don’t care how it happened. You need to clean the mess, Moran! It’s a simple task.”

“Fine, fine.” The large man muttered before stepping back towards the closet.

You sighed and began to walk away from the scene when Louis stopped you. “Wait! Come here for a second.” You followed him to the kitchen. When you both were inside, he closed the door and turned to you. “I cannot take this anymore.” He pushed his glasses back.

Rather than responding, you simply nodded.

“He does this every time I ask him to do something.” He took out his handkerchief and dabbed it across his forehead. “He does this for attention, you know? But it’s never enough.”

You heard the closet door reopen.

His eyebrows furrowed and sighed, “Please…” He put a hand on your shoulder, “Do something about that stupid man.”

You gave him a nod before heading back to find Sebastian sitting on the couch.

“What are you doing?” You asked annoyed.

He turned to look at you, “Oh!” Before he could say anything else, you crossed your arms and glared at him. He stood up and began picking up the pieces of the frame.

Once they were all gone, you shook your head. “Do I have to watch over you all the time to make sure you do what you’re supposed to do? I only hope you’re not like this on missions.”

He snapped his head up, “No! Of course not!”

“Then why are you letting this go on?”

“Because I hate it when he tells me what to do…and it’s fun to watch him get pissy over little things.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way that’s it.”

“And why not?”

“Because that’s stupid!”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I thought you were on my side.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side! It’s just,” you paused. “Look, just try to make it less obvious that you’re making fun of him. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s stressed enough as it is. And stop throwing your chores to Fred!”

“Fred doesn’t mind.”

“That doesn’t make it right! Stop it!”

He opened his mouth and then closed it. “I understand.”

“Alright. Now let’s get back to work.”

The rest of the night passed without any further incidents, though Sebastian did drop a wine glass or two while Louis was gone.

As you were putting away the dishes after dinner, you heard a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by yelling.

‘Damnit.”

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asylvmq · 9 months

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cruel world part 2

warnings - smut, fingering (r receiving) begging? Reader gets hickeys. Cant think of any more but if there are lmk!!

part one here!

“What was that about?” You asked Ellie.

“Uh, I’m not sure actually.” Ellie knew exactly what that ment but was she gonna tell you? No way in hell.

Walking out the hospital, you inhaled smelling the sweet scent of freshly cut grass, replacing the smell of hand sanitiser.

“What’s your address?” Ellie asked, getting into her car.

“It’s not far from here I’ll just tell you where to go.” You replied, following Ellie’s movements and putting your seatbelt on.

Ellie nodded, starting her car up and turning out of the hospital onto the main road.

It didn’t take long for you and Ellie to soon arrive home.

It was a big house, the kind in which most American children dreamed of living in. The entire house being completely white, similar to the house you see in the notebook. A wooden loveseat, placed right from the door with various plants and flower’s surrounding the house.

“Wow your house is beautiful.” Ellie said in awe.

“I know come on let’s show you the inside.” You replied. You hadn’t been home since Christmas and you missed your cat.

“Ellie can I ask you something?” You said nervously, approaching the front door.

Why were you nervous? Ellie thought. Were you finally gonna give in and fess up about your feelings for her?

“Uh yeah sure?”

“Are you scared of cats?”

Ellie started laughing, holding her stomach as she crouched over.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed, looking at Ellie in front of you.

“No I just thought you were gonna tell me that you had a crush on my or something, but yeah I love cats, omg do you have a cat!”

“Yeah you wish, but yes I do in fact have a beautiful cat” you said opening the door to reveal your cat sprawled on the floor.

Ellie immediately nealt down and started stroking him. Making a very high pitched ‘aww’ sound.

“What’s his name?” Ellie asked sitting down next to him.

“Frank.” You smiled seeing Ellie in such a venerable state because of a cat.

“I love that.” She laughed, getting up and taking a quick glance around. The living room was big with one of those grey spinny chairs, the kitchen was again big with a wooden dining table and chair set. With various things sprawling across it.

“You wanna see my room?” You asked, already halfway up the stairs.

“Sure.” Ellie was curious on what it looked like. Was it pink? Red? Yellow? Green?

Opening your bedroom door, revealed a pink and white room which reminded Ellie of the Lana del Rey aesthetic.

“Wow very pink.” Ellie laughed sitting on your bed.

“Not what you were expecting?”

“Wasn’t really sure what to expect to be honest.” Ellie said honestly.

“So I’m guessing I’m taking the couch?” Ellie joked.

“What no, you can sleep in here I’ll take the couch.” You replied.

“it’s your own house I wouldn’t expect you to sleep on the couch.”

“How about we both sleep in my bed? It’s a double bed for a reason and we’re not gonna do anything right?”

“Right.” Ellie laughed, knowing if it were her way she’d having you screaming and begging for more.

“Here.” You said chucking her a pair of clean little boy shorts, “would have gave you some pink ones but I don’t think that’s your style.”

“What’s that supposed to mean you don’t think I’d look pretty in pink?” She pouted, stepping closer.

“What no! I just-“

“I’m just fucking with you, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“Only in a twist for you.” You winked.

Was Ellie hearing that correctly? ‘Only in a twist for you’ then you winked? She was going feral.

“Come on let’s go to bed it’s been a long night.” Ellie suggested.

Agreeing with her you participated in your night-time routine of stripping your clothes off, obviously not infront of Ellie in the bathroom and jumping in the shower.

Ellie wasn’t really bothered in showering as she had one in the morning, so she changed her clothes into the shorts you’d given her and ditching her shirt and leaving herself in a sports bra.

After your shower you brushed your teeth and wondered back into your room, just in a towel.

“Do you want me to leave while you get changed?” Ellie asked.

“Ellie I’m not gonna flash you, I’ve had a lot of sleepovers in my time. And where both girls so I guess it doesn’t matter anyway.”

Yeah just girls who want to fuck each other.

Ellie nodded and went back to scrolling on her phone. She was trying to be respectful, but she couldn’t help but take a few sneak peeks.

“Whatcha think?” You asked putting your hands on your hands, doing a little twirl to show Ellie your matching pink pyjama set.

You were wearing a vest, which hugged your tits perfectly with short, pink shorts that shows the curve of your ass.

“Looking good.” Ellie replied, like she wasn’t thinking about pinning you down and ripping it off you.

“Thanks, you too.” You retorted, going to sit on the unoccupied side of the bed, plugging your phone in.

“Oh shit Ellie I don’t have a spare charger, what percent is your phone at?”

“Um 17% why?”

“Here give me your phone, my phone is 53% so yours needs charging more than mine.” You replied, putting your hand out to grab Ellie’s phone, which she gave you.

“Thanks.” She said yawning.

“No worries.” You replied. Turning the lamp off and laying down.

your mind was racing. Ellie had been so kind today with your dad and everything, which made you think about the future if you were ever to get with Ellie.

Where would you live together? New York? On a farm? Ellie’s dad owns a farm and she had mentioned a few times that she’d like to take over his business when he retires.

Would you get a pet? Would you have a kid together? What kind of animals would you have on the farm?

“Ellie?” You said in a whisper.

“Yeah?” She replied in a sleepy voice

“Thank you for today, really I know I’ve already said it so many times but I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Good thing it was dark, Ellie was blushing like a child. She would do anything for you, no matter how brutal or bad, that was how much she liked you.

“Like I said it was really no problem and i got to meet your cat, so I guess it’s a win, win situation.”

You laughed scooting closer, it was dark. But not so dark that you couldn’t see Ellie. The moonlight shined on her face, enhancing her features. Her big green eyes, her perfectly shaped nose, her freckles that looked like they’d been flickered on with a paintbrush.

“You’re so beautiful Ellie do you know?” You said pulling your hand up to put a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Ellie was going insane. Her face heated up and it felt suddenly hot, she wanted to reply but she didn’t know how. ‘You too?’ Too common. ‘Thanks?’ Too accepting. So she accepted it the only way she knew how.

Grabbing your face and pulling you in, mouths interlocking. You immediately accepted the kiss grabbing her face like she did yours and sitting up.

You felt her tongue graze your bottom lip, and you opened up for her immediately. It started slow but it quickly turned into a heated make out session with little to no time to breathe.

You pulled away, catching your breath as you watched Ellie do the Same.

“What happened to ‘we’re not gonna do anything’?” Mimicking your words from earlier on.

“I think we both know that’s a lie.” Ellie replied, Looking at your lips again.

“are you sure you want this?” Ellie whispered, watching you lean in once again.

“Yes Ellie please I need you.” You whined.

“Oh you need me?” Ellie laughed

“Oh god just shut up and kiss me”

Ellie took no time closing the gap between you too again, reaching down to grope your tits with her hands, which caused you to let out a muffled moan.

You let your hands wander her body, her muscles, her small boobs, her face.

Ellie moved her head down to come next to your neck, sucking just below your ear.

“Oh fuck” your whimpered, feeling the wet in your panties start to spread.

“Let’s get this off you yeah?” Ellie asked referring to your vest.

You nodded, in which Ellie took no time to start lifting the vest over your head, revealing your hardened nipples.

“So pretty.” Ellie said in awe immediately going to suck them.

You basically screamed when she did so. What can you say? Sensitive tits.

“Please Ellie.” You said getting impatient.

“What baby, what do you want.” She replied continuing her work on your boobs.

“I want you.” You moaned

“How?” She said, removing your shorts and underwear.

“You’re, fuck.. fingers?” You we’re honestly embarrassed to say the least. normally a girl just gets on with it, you didn’t expect her to ask HOW you wanted her.

“Thought you might say that, catch you staring at my hands all the time.” She said laughing.

“God you’re so wet.” She said going to kiss your neck, pulling you on top of her.

she wasted no time diving two fingers straight into your hole.

“Fuck!” You screamed, as she curled her fingers inside you.

You felt dizzy, like your head was gonna explode but did you feel good.

You were sat on her lap, head on her shoulder as she worked her magic. That was until she pushed you back into the bed, fingers still not leaving you.

“Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.”

You were gonna laugh, but her putting her thumb to your clit caught you off guard. Moaning loudly and grabbing a fistful of her dark hair.

You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, Ellie could tell, the way you were clenching around her slim fingers.

“Ellie I’m- god I’m gonna fucking-“ your orgasm hit you like a truck, your legs started shaking, and you were panting like you’d just ran a marathon. That should have been Ellie’s que to finish off but did she? No.

“Ellie I can’t It’s.. fuck”

“Take it, like the little slut I know you are.”

you let out the most pornographic moan known to man, which made Ellie clench around thin air.

“Fuckkkkkk.” Ellie smiled in awe watching you shrivel beneath her.

Ellie knew you were close, again. Picking up her pace, which made you put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming, as if you hadn’t let out about 90 moans.

“Don’t hide babe, I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

That sent you over the edge, screaming as loud as you could, tears spilling out your eyes and your second orgasm hit.

Ellie let you finish, then slowly removed her fingers. Which caused you to whince at the empty feeling.

“You did so good for me, let’s get you cleaned up ok?”

“What about your turn?” You asked feeling guilty that you’d just got the best fuck of your life and you didn’t even get to return the favour.

“Another time.”

You nodded, watching her wander off into the bathroom and come back with a flannel.

You watched her as she cleaned you up, taking her time and being slow to make sure she didn’t hurt you.

“There we go, are you ok?” She said looking at you which made you laugh.

“What’s funny?” She said fake pouting, going to lay next to you.

“I just didn’t think you’d be so vocal in bed.”

“You’re talking about me being vocal in bed when you were screaming?”

“Touché.” You replied. Your mind was racing. You had so many questions for her.

“So what does this make us?” You asked.

“Let’s not this about it right now, and I don’t want you to think this is just some random one night stand kinda thing because I really do like you I’m just.. I don’t know.” You could tell you was stressed, she hasn’t had the best luck with relationships in the past. Most of her times in bed just being one night stands or just ‘fuck buddies’ as she liked to call it. But you couldn’t help but feel sad that she didn’t have more to say.

“It’s ok, I was just making sure we were on the same page with things..”

“Ok let’s get some sleep, yeah.”

You nodded, turning around to feel Ellie hugging you from behind.

Ellie did feel bad that she didn’t have more to say. She really did like you but didn’t really know how to express her feelings. She didn’t want to fuck this up. Especially with a girl like you.

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You woke up, the light shining through into the bedroom. You had turned around in your sleep so Ellie was cuddled into your chest, she looked honestly so cute.

“Morning.” She said looking up at you.

“Morning.” You replied, rubbing your eyes.

“You ok?” She asked. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah my legs are a little sore.”

“Hmm I wonder why.” Ellie laughed as you sat up, stretching your arms, still shirtless from the previous acts of last night.

You got up and started heading towards the bathroom.

“Where you going beautiful?” Ellie asked not hiding that she was staring.

“Bathroom, I’m dying for some water.” You replied, you walked into the bathroom, grabbing a cup and going to turn on the sink when..

“Ellie fucking Williams I’m going to kill you!” You scream laughed, running back into the bedroom going to tackle Ellie on the bed.

“What?” She laughed, covering herself with the blankets to avoid your smacks.

“You know what! Look at my neck and my tits!!” You sighed, purple blotches littered across your entire upper half.

“Ooops, guess you’re gonna have to wear hoodies for a little while.” She replied. Shrugging her shoulders.

“Ughhh you’re the worst.”

“You know you love me.” She smirked.

“Xoxo gossip girl! Ha.” You laughed pointing your finger in her face.

The ringing of your phone interrupted the moment. You immediately grabbed it and saw the contact name “grandma”

“Who’s that Ellie asked?” Looking at your confused expression.

“My grandma” you hadn’t talked to her in months, so you were guessing it was probably something to do with your dad.

“Hey granny everything ok?” You asked in a softer tone.

“Hey sweetie, yes I’m ok just wondering if you were coming to the hospital today, your dad is asking about you.”

“Yeah I’ll come down in a little bit.” You replied.

“Oh good I’ll be here so I’ll see you then.”

“Ok bye granny, see you later-“

“Wait, your dad said you had a special friend who came with you yesterday.”

Special friend? Yes Ellie was a special friend but what?

“Um I wouldn’t say she’s a special friend, she’s just my roommate.”

You looked up at Ellie who was holding in a laugh.

“If you say so honey, but that’s how I met your grandfather may he rest in piece.”

“Whatever gran I’ll see you later ok?”

“Bye bye.”

As you hung up the phone Ellie immediately bursted out laughing.

“Ooo am I your special friend.” Ellie cackled.

“Shut your mouth!!” You said slapping her arm.

“Come on her dressed, granny needs to meet my special friend.” You winked.

This was going to be a strange day.

@gold-dustwomxn

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neontokyoo · 1 year

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Fanfiction Recs

Just thought I'd post this because I can't ever keep track of all of my really good stories that I'd like to reread, and people have been asking for some recs anyways (even though I'm disgusting and it's 95% smut) (y'all should be so proud of me for blasting music to not have to deal with my siblings screaming bloody murder downstairs for 15 minutes just so that I could make this for y'all). Feel free to send me any fanfiction recs though, because I'm desperate to find more to add on here. <3

MTP: Rough play - Louis James Moriarty, NSFW Red- William James Moriarty Partners in Crime - William James Moriarty, NSFW New Beginnings - Sebastian Moran, NSFW The Case of the Troublesome Roommate - Sherlock Holmes, NSFW For You, He Will - William James Moriarty The Allure of a Well-Written Politcal Critique - Albert James Moriarty, NSFW The Price of Information - Sebastian Moran, NSFW Wants & Needs - Mycroft Holmes, NSFW Some like it sweet - Louis James Moriarty And then these, of course:

BSD: These are mostly 18+, I believe, but the smut doesn't come for quite a while. . .

Haikyuu: Still mostly 18+, but whatever

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty anime #ynm #yuumori #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp #mtp x reader #bungo stray dogs manga #bungo stray dogs spoilers #bungo stray dogs wan #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd anime #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #haikyuu #haikyu smut #haikyuu fanfiction

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white-queen-lacus · 3 months

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I'm on my way to sharing the epilogue of my YuuMori ff on EFP, yet I can't help but share this Adlock scene because I'm very satisfied with the result! ❤️ I'll put it under spoilers, mostly because it's quite long!

Nel percorrere il salone, Sherlock vide la combriccola impegnata a seguire le spiegazioni di Herder nel mostrare le sue invenzioni. Qualcuno mancava all’appello, ma chi gli interessava non era presente. Nel notare l’assenza del cappotto bianco, soffrì al pensiero di dover lasciare il tepore per affrontare il gelo, ma indossò ugualmente il suo soprabito nero, per poi uscire da una porta laterale. Nel varcare la soglia, si voltò non appena vide Bond, schiena appoggiata al muro e mani in tasca, intenta a osservare il gioco di luci che attraversava il cortile in lontananza. Nell’accorgersi di lui, sgranò gli occhi azzurri. “Sherly?!” esclamò, raddrizzandosi.

“Hai intenzione di rimanere qui a congelare?” chiese, stringendosi nel cappotto.

Bond lo guardò perplessa, poi sorrise con aria maliziosa. “Devo ricordarti la volta che ti sei spogliato per darmi i tuoi vestiti rimanendo in mutande o quella in cui ti sei tuffato nel Tamigi con Will?”

Sherlock non sapeva se essere impressionato o sentirsi a disagio, quindi si appoggiò con la schiena al muro accanto allo stipite opposto della porta. Il fiato gli uscì in uno sbuffo visibile e si limitò a osservare a sua volta i giochi di luce. Pochi istanti e capì cosa ci trovasse. Non aveva mai visto delle luci correre insieme, poi a scatti, poi inseguirsi in percorsi lunghi e tortuosi. Era magnetico. “Herder ne sa una più del diavolo, eh?”

Bond inclinò appena la testa. Sorprenderla nei modi più disparati era da lui, ma raramente l’aveva visto temporeggiare per qualcosa. “Già…” disse tuttavia, tornando a guardare le luci. “Dubito che ci sia qualcuno di più geniale di lui.” aggiunse, con l’intento di punzecchiarlo facendo leva sulla sua proverbiale megalomania.

Sherlock, invece, non vi dette corda, alzando gli occhi al cielo. Aveva la stessa postura e la stessa espressione di quando, presentandosi a lui in abiti femminili al posto di Moneypenny, durante la missione al Kensington, l’aveva scorto appoggiato al muro, in attesa. Soprabito invernale e sigaretta mancante a parte, ma l’odore del tabacco era sempre lì. Bond gli rivolse uno sguardo nostalgico. Gli aveva detto, in quell’occasione, che la magia di Cenerentola sarebbe durata soltanto per quella notte e così era stato. Dopo aver risolto il caso, Sherlock era andato via e lei aveva fatto ritorno a casa sorbendosi le frecciatine di un redento Moran e i complimenti del maestro Jack. Dopodiché, aveva riposto l’abito azzurro e la parrucca che riproduceva fedelmente i suoi lunghi capelli biondi nell’armadio. Se la parrucca le era tornata utile per ingannare il visconte Simmons, l’abito era rimasto lì, intoccato.

“Sherly… è tutto a posto?” chiese, con un tono ora sinceramente preoccupato. “C’è qualcosa che devi dirmi, vero? Che ti ha detto tuo fratello?”

Sherlock realizzò di non aver con sé le sigarette. Sempre un passo davanti. Non era mai facile, quando si trattava di Bond. Di Irene. Ogni volta che pensava di raggiungerla, lei sfuggiva. Era stato più semplice, durante la mascherata. Ma quando le maschere cadevano, lui era soltanto un uomo che non aveva idea di come gestire quel sentimento che era nato come semplice incomprensione, poi ammirazione, poi… non sapeva più nemmeno lui stesso come definirlo in un modo che significasse, per lui, dover ammettere qualcosa che aveva sempre rifuggito. Sapeva anche che rivedere quella che John aveva definito la Donna era qualcosa che non avrebbe mai ritenuto possibile e che non era in grado di capire perché ogni qualvolta si avvicinassero, lei finisse con l’allontanarsi. Proprio come le luci del percorso. Correvano insieme, si bloccavano, si inseguivano. Eppure, in un angolo remoto della sua mente, non riusciva a non pensare a quanto fosse orgoglioso del fatto che, in quei tre anni, fosse diventata la punta di diamante del MI6 al punto tale da suscitare la curiosità della stessa Sua Maestà. Più in basso però, nel suo cuore, avvertiva qualcosa di profondamente diverso e sconvolgente.

“Sherly, dannazione! Ti sei incantato o cosa?”

Battendo le palpebre, si decise a prendere un enorme respiro, poi voltò appena il viso verso Bond. Non aveva idea di che espressione avesse, ma ne vide le guance farsi rosse.

“Sei felice?” domandò, al posto di rispondere.

“Che… domanda è?” chiese di rimando, incerta.

“La vita che hai ora… ti rende felice?”

Il sopracciglio sinistro tremolò e Sherlock affilò lo sguardo. “Beh… non posso dire che non lo sia… insomma, guarda… sono James Bond. L’agente con licenza di uccidere.”

Lui annuì, ripensando alle sue lacrime, la notte in cui si erano congedati. Se non avesse scommesso sul Lord del Crimine, Irene sarebbe morta per mano di Mycroft. E facendolo, Irene era morta ugualmente, dando vita a James Bond. Si chiese se quella fosse davvero la sola strada percorribile, se alla fine, Irene Adler non poteva esistere più. La donna che mai avrebbe potuto dimenticare. La sola che aveva totale controllo sulla sua razionalità tanto da spingerlo persino a mandare in fumo il suo stesso appartamento e a mostrarsi proprio a lei per prima, dopo esser tornato. Non ultimo, quel tarlo che gli arrovellava il cervello al pensiero di lei stretta al suo braccio, della sua espressione inintelligibile… della voglia totalmente irrazionale di stringerla a sé e di prenderne le labbra carnose in un bacio. E poi, quel gesto che aveva fatto quando, prima di scappare dalla residenza Simmons, aveva posato la mano sul ventre fasullo con aria pensierosa… e, durante la cena, il modo in cui i suoi occhi si erano spalancati per un istante mentre Moneypenny annunciava il lieto evento, per poi addolcirsi.

Bond sospirò, notando che Sherlock era completamente chiuso in chissà quali pensieri. A quanto pareva, era di malumore e non aveva intenzione di aprirsi. D’altronde, il fatto che avesse più volte invocato di tornare in America le sembrava già abbastanza penoso. Aveva persino pensato di indossare un abito da donna, quella sera… blu, perché il blu le donava, come lui le aveva detto una volta. Ma negli ultimi tempi, Sherlock sembrava aver deciso di metter da parte qualunque sentimento provasse per lei in favore della risoluzione dei casi che si erano presentati nuovamente alla porta del 221B. Eppure, in quel momento le aveva chiesto se fosse felice. La verità era che era tornata ad esserlo, dopo che lui aveva fatto ritorno. La sola idea le era bastata persino ad esser pronta a mandare al diavolo l’identità che aveva assunto pur di trascorrere del tempo insieme. E non era abbastanza. Distolse lo sguardo, rincantucciandosi nel cappotto. “Io rientro. Effettivamente, c’è troppo freddo.” disse, facendo per rincasare.

“Irene. Irene Adler.”

Nel sentire il suo nome pronunciato con tono serio e fermo, si bloccò.

“James, Sherlock.” lo corresse, tagliente.

“Per me sei sempre Irene, lo sai.”

Gli occhi azzurri di Bond si fecero lucidi e il suo cuore mancò un battito. “E questo dovrebbe bastarmi, ora?”

“Sei troppo intelligente per chiedermi qualcosa di cui sai già la risposta.”

Bond sbottò, voltandosi di scatto e afferrando Sherlock per la collottola. “Ma voglio sentirlo ugualmente. Da te. Che tu mi dica… una volta per tutte… che cosa provi davvero… Sherlock…” disse e nel mentre, la sua risoluzione si fece sempre più debole, così come la sua presa, nel perdersi negli occhi blu notte dell’uomo che la guardavano come mai. Sherlock tolse le mani dalla tasca, sollevandole fino a posarle sulle sue. Per fermarla. Perché non prendesse freddo. Perché anche soltanto il poterla toccare era la prova che entrambi erano vivi.

“Sei tra gli agenti del MI6 che potranno spostarsi in missione all’estero.” disse e Bond lo guardò con gli occhi sbarrati, incredula. “Cosa?!”

Sherlock strinse la presa. “Se le circostanze lo dovessero richiedere… vorresti farmi da partner?”

“Eh?”

“Sì, insomma… in coppia… come coppia… cioè… aaaaaaah! Maledizione!!” incespicò nelle sue stesse parole, imbarazzato.

“Mi stai chiedendo di… aspetta… non capisco… perché non riesci semplicemente a dire le cose come stanno?!” protestò Bond che, diversamente da lui, capiva fin troppo bene, dal suo modo di fare, che intendeva altro ma, ogni volta, era capace di farla diventare matta.

“Perché non è facile, Irene! Non è facile…” disse, infine, tornando a guardarla. Nella loro vicinanza, nonostante i capelli corti e l’assenza di trucco, Irene era lì e lo guardava a sua volta, bella, indomita e brutalmente capace di farlo capitolare su una graticola.

“Quando mai qualcosa per te è stata facile? Tu ami i misteri… le cose complicate…”

Sherlock sospirò, vinto. Persino risolvere il mistero del Lord del Crimine si era infine rivelato meno difficile che capire il cuore e le azioni di quella donna. “E tu sei il mistero più complicato di tutti…”

Irene sgranò gli occhi, col cuore che aveva preso a batterle forte. Ciononostante, si morse le labbra per non dargliela vinta. “Dillo ancora…” sussurrò, con voce tremante.

Nel sentirla, riconobbe in quel tono lo stesso con cui gli aveva detto addio una volta. Si era voltato altrove, perché non vedesse che in quell’istante, anche lui era commosso. E le aveva detto che si sarebbero rincontrati, se lei fosse stata viva. Lo era. Lo sentiva dai battiti che palpitavano con più forza nei polsi di Irene. E da quel viso che aveva contemplato in foto, poi ogni qualvolta fossero insieme. “Anche se pensi che non sia così… io ti vedo, Irene. E voglio te al mio fianco.” sussurrò, addolcendo la presa intorno alle sue mani, per poi voltare la situazione in suo controllo, provocandole un sobbalzo a quel gesto inaspettato, portandola con le spalle al muro e, come le luci che tornavano a giocare insieme, abbandonarsi a un bacio a lungo agognato da entrambi.

Nessuno di loro due, tuttavia, aveva notato che in alto su quella porta, come sulle altre, pendeva leggermente del vischio, mentre la mezzanotte scoccava, annunciando a tutti il Natale.

#personal #fanfiction #yuumori #ynm irene adler #ynm sherlock holmes #ynm james bond #ynm adlock #ynm bondlock #italian #moriarty the patriot

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hergan416 · 1 year

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Google is going to think I'm interested in drugs because of this stupid fanfiction, isn't it?

#sherlock holmes (ynm)#sherly...your coke addiction is killing me #you may ask: hergie...why are you focusing on this aspect of his character?#i just wanted to ok?#i WANTED to read someone else do it...maybe someone who knows what they're trying to describe but uh #im weirdly picky about ynm fanfiction #so i keep feeling ive gotta write it myself even though there's nothing /wrong/ with whats there already

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stalpra-and-100-fandoms · 2 years

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The Brewing Storm Fanart

Well, @user-needs-new-hyperfixation, would you look at that? The follower that made some fanart last time made some fanart again!

Honestly, I couldn't help myself. Too much temptation and I gave in. This time, I tried a comic style to see how it goes. This attempt is all about experimentation, and I think that'll be apparent when you see it (⌒_⌒;)

I drew in manga format, kinda, and it reads from right to left. Also putting in snippets of the original text as a reference. GO READ IT OR ELSE

Tagging: @darkhumanpiekid

If you want to be a part of my Animations/Digital Art Taglist, please proceed to this post or ask in the comments

#art #digital art #digital #fanart of fanfiction #fanfiction #yuumori #moriarty the patriot manga #sherlock holmes #holmes #mtp #ynm #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock #mycroft holmes #sherlock and mycroft #mycroft

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rickandrowling · 1 year

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Look. I just want to find a Moriarty the Patriot fic where the oc or reader (at this point, I don't care if it's oc or reader, just that it's readable) is a very younger sibling of the Moriarty brothers. Pls. Gimme fluff. Not romantic stuff, just some pure shameless platonic fluff. Don't make me write it please.

I don't know how to write. All I know is that you start with whatever you've experienced.

To me, this means reading etiquette books from the victorian ages.

(Its actually pretty cool btw, expanded my vocab a lot and gave ideas how they used to speak)

(There was a lot, and I mean a lot, of passive-aggressiveness in that book it's awesome.)

Reader/OC is like toddler age, think 5 years old, (yes I have thought about this I have a google doc dedicated to this, plus spent a whole week thinking what would be an age when a kids can recognize something is bad but not have the power to do much other than taking William and Loius as far away from the bio bro William.)

I've thought about this a bunch, and if someone can take these story bunnies away from me, that'd be great. I've got scene in my head and they won't stop. Headcanons and stuff.

...just bear in mind I haven't read the manga just yet. I've just watched the anime.

This was all for the teaparty episode.

I read victorian etiquette books, watched victorian related history stuff in youtube. All for the proper build up of an oc and a plot I'm likely to be very ill equiped to write.

Just what am i doing?

#yuukoku no moriarty #ynm william #fanfiction ideas i will never write #why am i like this #pls send help #co-write this with me perhaps? idk how this place works #tf am i doing #fanfiction woes #yea that sounds about write #...i'll see myself out #fanfic ideas

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leblancdamoiselle · 2 years

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*+:｡.｡ 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝓑‎ ｡.｡:+*

Blanchesa 𝑩𝑳✩𝑵𝑪;

𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨

Old enough to drive. Started writing at October 2022, still have a long way ahead. ENTP. #bday—April 10, Aries baby<3. 8w7. Any pronounce. Requests are always open.

Property of: Chūya Nakahara and James Bonde

#albert james moriarty #ynm #yukoku no moriarty #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #fanfiction writer #anime fanfic #Spotify

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cutepebblesstuff · 8 months

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Just the average experience of every fic-reading ynm/mtp fan

fic: toujours pur by freefan1412

#when did this become normal?#ynm fanfiction #ynm #mtp #moriarty the patriot #mtp fanfiction #sherliam #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty

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lordsofcrime · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet…

(Billy~)

(No one writes anything for Billy so I decided to do it myself)

(Reader is a Moriarty sibling)

WARNING: 18+ & mention of guns

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Billy is a very in-the-moment kind of person. This being said, he is a firm believer in the importance of aftercare. He sets a fast pace all night and is more often than not exhausted by the time he reaches his limit, but he always finds time for you at the end. Usually, he’ll collapse on top of you, drawing you into his arms, curling your flushed bodies together. There's nothing better for a good night’s sleep than a fuck with Billy, and the pair of you don’t last long after the last round. You fall asleep, on those nights, to the thrumb of his body against yours and his ragged breath on the back of your neck.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Billy is particularly fond of his fingers. He’s always been a hands-on kind of person, and, as a result, is extremely skilled with them. He’s a fast learner and very observant. You better bet those hands have scoured over every inch of your body and memorized it for good measure. You’re also partial to his hands, liking the rough feeling of their calluses against your throat when he holds you down.

He loves your ass. It’s as simple as that. It doesn’t matter what position you find yourself in, he’ll find a way to get his hands on it. You don’t mind. It’s particularly nice when your back’s to a wall and he’s pounding you into it. You can’t get enough of his rough fingers kneading at your skin there. He’s got a cute ass too, which you remind him of regularly. He seems to like that.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

ALL OVER THE PLACE. There is no plan when it comes to Billy. More often than not, he doesn't know it’s happening till it’s too late and will end up moaning into your hair while his body releases everywhere. It’s something you had to get used to, but you’ve grown to love his element of surprise and find it both hot and a little endearing.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

It’s not really a secret, because you two have no secrets, but he REALLY wants to have a threesome with you and Moran. Billy is a bi-disaster in every sense of the word. You are still wary of the idea, as you’ve always considered Moran to be a kind of uncle figure. Even so, you wouldn’t flat-out refuse a threesome with someone else.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Billy was an outlaw; yes he’s experienced. You were not the first person he slept with and you probably won’t be the last. This isn’t to say he’s not loyal. Your relationship with him is more of a “friends with benefits” situation than anything else. You’re both young and neither of you wants to settle down any time soon. In the end, though, he knows as well as you do, that you’ll probably end up together and is just waiting for that time to come.

F= Favorite position

He’s kind of crazy, in a hyperactive way when it comes to fucking, and won’t last very long in one position. Even so, he loves taking you from behind, throwing you over the nearest surface he can reach. Against the wall, on the floor, he doesn’t really care as long as he’s inside of you. He likes it the other way around too, when you bend him over the bed and stretch his walls till he’s crying out for release.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

You’re both terrible teases and regularly shit-talk each other between strangled moans and messy thrusts. It’s both of your favorite activities, bantering till the sun comes up. He’s also incredibly loud, having no restraint when it comes to letting you know how he feels. Whether it’s him tearing you apart, or vice versa, he cries and moans and laughs without a thought in the world as to who can hear him. You love watching his expression turn from lidded lust to a bubbling smile; there’s nothing quite like it.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Billy’s clean. Not overly so, not like Lou and Al who have to have everything just so, but Billy is neat. He dresses smart and knows how to pull out the stops for a special occasion. He always smells good too, like citrus and pine. Even at his worst, grimy and covered in sweat after a hard day’s work, you still find him incredibly attractive. Get yourself a man who can do both.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Billy is romantic. He brings you flowers and bows you through doors (although he does that mostly as a joke). In the moment though, he’s an animal. It’s what you like about him. He’s raw and emotional, wanting you wholly and completely, without restraint. Some people might have been alarmed by his tenacity, but not you. He was something else when lost in pleasure, eyes blown wide, lips glistening, and muscles strained. He was art and he was perfect.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He likes to look at you while he does it, not letting you touch him, but instead watching the frustration settling across your face as his fingers glide along his shaft. He likes to let you know how good it feels with little gasps and grunts, head thrown back against the sheets, eyes fixed on you, smiling. Sometimes you touch yourself in retaliation and other times you’ll leave in protest, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to you.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

You can’t say you were shocked when you discovered Billy had a thing for guns. The first time he pulled one on you, a shiver shot through your whole body. You know he’d never hurt you. You trust Billy completely. Even so, the sight of his finger laced around the trigger and the sharp sting of the cold barrel pressing to your head made your heart stop. “Is this ok?” he’d asked and you’d responded wordlessly, opening your mouth and taking the medal down your throat.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He’s not picky. He’ll fuck you anywhere. The bedroom is most common, but you two've done it in the kitchen, pantry, back yard, barn, and even once in the greenhouse. Your favorite experience had been in the back of a stagecoach, heading home from a mission. Despite the fatigue weighing the pair of you down, it had been impossible to keep your hands off each other. A combination of strained nerves and fear of losing one another had resulted in a heated makeout session, involving promises, tears, and excessive groping.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Seeing you wear his clothes. There’s nothing that gets billy going like seeing you draped in one of his dress shirts. Ironically, this inevitably ends with the clothes on the floor and you missing whatever plans you had scheduled for that day.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Billy is pretty open. He’s down for virtually anything. The only thing the guy can’t stand is bad breath, which you know, fair enough. If you do not smell good, he will sit there and pout till you’ve returned from the bathroom clean and refreshed. Forget about morning kisses. He’ll cuddle you and press his lips to your neck, back, and temple. He will UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES kiss you on the mouth.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He’s the kind of guy who believes if he receives, then he should also give. He’s not bad at it either. Honestly, you’d rather have him inside you, pounding you into a wall, but he puts in such a good effort that it’s hard to complain. He’s the same way but still absolutely loves the image of you with his cock shoved down your throat, gagging and spluttering around it. He’s not huge either, so it’s easy work for you. You’d even go as far as to say you enjoy it. Then again though, you enjoy most things when it comes to Billy.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Billy’s philosophy when it comes to sex is— “the more the better”. He wants to try everything and sometimes he feels like he doesn’t have enough time to do it, so, yes, he’s fast. You’d go as far as to say he’s too fast, but honestly, you prefer it that way. There’s nothing quite like catching your partner’s eye across the dining table and being dragged upstairs and nailed against a wall moments later. It’s exhilarating and painful all at once, making you feel indescribably lucky and alive.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Yes. Just yes.

R= Risk (do they like the idea of being caught)

That’s what makes it fun. It’s enjoyable anyway, but the idea of being caught flips a switch for both of you. At parties, in the kitchen, next door to Will and Sherlock’s room, it didn’t matter. He’d catch your eye from across the room and within five minutes your hands would be fisted in his dusty curls with his tongue shoved down your throat. On several occasions, you had, in fact, been discovered. The first time by Fred, who never quite looked at you the same again after that, and the second by Sherlock, who’d kicked in your bedroom door and screamed something about wanting to sleep. He and Will got you back the next night though, screaming each other’s names for the whole house to hear while you buried your head in your pillow.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Honestly, it’s hard to keep track. Billy barely gives you time to breathe, let alone count. Each round is fast and rough. Only when he’s upset does he slow down. You enjoy the desperation and want he takes you with, but when he pauses to saver the moment, the effect is magical. On nights like those, all you want to do is hold him, feeling his pauls against yours and marveling in him. You love him, and no matter how hard things get, you always want him.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

It’s not that he’s opposed to toys, it’s simply the fact that he’d rather do it himself. He likes the challenge. He likes figuring out what makes you tick. Most of all though, he craves the skin on skin contact. Every touch burns and aches with need, and he wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world. He wants to make you feel good and he wants to do it with his own hands, mouth, and cock. It stems from pride, but as he is more than capable, you have no reason to complain. You even prefer it that way.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

So much. That fucking smile he wears and the words that come out of that beautiful mouth are the bain of your existence. At the same time though, you can’t live without them. He’s like a drug, sweet, intoxicating, and incredibly addictive. You make sure to remind him of that every time he leans down and coos in your ear. You, however, are nothing compared to Billy when he’s on the receiving end. He turns into a hore, begging and pleading, head thrown back with curls plastered to his shining face. His fingers and toes curl, and you inevitably have to give in, instincts taking over as you follow him over the edge.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

In the moment, Billy doesn’t talk, he yells and whines and laughs. He does all of this without restraint. If someone hears, then good. He wants everyone to know how good you make him feel and vice versa. No one does it quite like Billy when it comes to pleading. He’ll throw back his head, revealing his flushed throat, and beg for release. Sometimes, you give it to him. Others, you make him wait.

W= Wild card (random headcanon of any sort)

Even though he doesn’t necessarily want to settle down, Billy really wants to marry you and has asked you multiple times, but each and every time you’ve refused him. That doesn’t stop him though, if anything, it spurs him on. Billy likes a challenge, and you’re his greatest challenge of all. It gets his blood going seeing you flirt with other men. You do it on purpose, right in front of him. You like the spark that enters his eye, guaranteeing that the night ahead of you will be a good one. On occasions like those, he’ll pin you down and smother you with his lips, pounding into you, and whispering all the while— “one day, Y/N… one day, I will marry you…”

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Personally, you think Billy’s perfect. He’s not overly long, about six inches with an upwards curve that hits you just right every time. He’s the exact opposite of self-conscious about it. He doesn’t need to be a giant to make you feel good, and he knows it. It’s good for other things too, like fitting down your throat and fucking your face sensless. Size definitely isn’t everything.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He’s very sexual, but so are you when it comes to him. Nine times out of ten, he’ll be down to fuck, but that’s not all there is to your relationship, far from it. The pair of you can talk for hours, laughing, drinking, and telling stories. You can also enjoy silence together. On late nights, usually after a mission, you and Billy curl up in the armchair by the fire to read, or even just watch the flames dance in the grate. Sometimes you talk, dreaming of a future where you can settle down and raise a family together. It’s moments like that, it feels like you can almost grasp the dream, but then the morning comes, and with it, the memory of atonement that you both share. Your life with Billy will never be a normal one, but, at least for a while, you can pretend.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

By the time the pair of you finish, you can both barely move a muscle. You’ll collapse wherever’s nearest. If that means sleeping on the floor, then so be it. Even exhausted though, you never stop clinging to each other, and always drift off tangled in one another’s arms.

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