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thot-writes · 2 years
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i’ve been watching moriarty the patriot (finally) and first of all eat the rich and second of all i love william. here’s something for my williamheads out there
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william james moriarty is sexually attracted to idiots (and you’re the idiot);
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at first glance, no one knows how the fuck a refined genius like William and a single-digit IQ buffoon manage to work
you’re vastly different people, after all. while William has enough brainpower to run all of England you have enough brawn to break it down by hand
you’re abnormally strong for your build, you always have been, and you tend to stray away from the law which is what attracted William’s interest in the first place
you became the brute force that would come in and fuck shit up whenever shit required fucking up, and you were more deadly barehanded than most people are equipped, so you became a “personal bodyguard” of sorts.
but holy shit were you dumb.
part of you hated being around william so much, because he’d say things and then someone else would reply with different things and you were always just completely lost
what’s going on? who does this dude want revenge on? how is will gonna get everyone out? who is this guy? how’d he find us? wait, did he find us or did we find him? i need a nap.
once you accompanied william on a train with a murder onboard. also onboard was william’s rival (another man who thought so hard it made your head hurt). and by the end of it you were still confused
“There’s just one thing I don’t understand…” you said, though it was a blatant lie, there were many things you didn’t understand. “Who was the killer?”
you remember the blank-faced stare from will and louis. those judgemental red eyes continue to bore into your soul.
but william found himself distressingly attracted to you anyway. he didn’t know why, but every time you opened your mouth and something stupid came out he was overcome with an urge to rip his suit in twain.
as you got to know each other better, he found himself seeking your presence whenever he could. you had a lot of stories about your life before you met him, and your comedic timing was impeccable. you seemed to be the only person who could make him laugh — genuinely, that is, not the “weird evil one” you always say he does.
before long you were paramours. there was no official conversation, there didn’t need to be, it was just where your relationship went naturally.
you’d spend as much time together as possible, and you came to notice that whenever you said one of your trademark idiot things that william would fix you with a hungry gaze. it wasn’t perceptible to the average person, but you’d known him so well at that point you could easily tell.
occasionally, whenever privacy permitted, he’d all but jump you once you were alone.
between his fervent kisses you’d ask, “Not that I’m against this—“ he steals your lips again, “but why’re you so excited all of a sudden?”
he pulls away and caresses your cheek, his eyes a mix of lust and adoration. “Darling, would you really prefer to talk when you could just take me?”
that never failed to get you going, which is why he’d say it. he wasn’t really looking forward to confronting that he got insta-hard whenever you acted stupid.
the only time he can hold himself back (other than being in public, that is) is when you’re injured or otherwise unwell. he gets so beside himself with worry that his persona cracks — just a little, but enough to be noticed by his brothers, and certainly more than anyone else can manage.
you stepped into the office one evening with blood pooling into the fabric of your shirt. Louis speaks up first, “You’ve been injured!” he all but yells as he rushes to grab a first aid kit.
you didn’t even seem to notice. you look down and jab at the wound. “Oh yeah, I did get lightly stabbed.”
Moran barks out, “You got stabbed?!”
“Lightly,” you correct him. “That guy William had me nab had a friend with him. I tried to grab him too but I uh… killed him. I didn’t try to snap his neck it just happened. Sorry, boss,” you say, nodding apologetically in William’s direction.
there’s very little to betray his emotions, but as soon as he saw your injury he bit the inside of his cheek. he shakes his head, his smile transfixed but now slightly strained. “Not at all. You did well. Once you get that wound treated you should get some rest, I’ll come see you soon.”
he doesn’t leave your side that night. you insist it’s not a big deal but he can’t bring himself to leave.
part of william hates that he puts you in danger regularly. the logical part knows that you’re near-superhuman with your uncanny strength and constitution, but the emotional part, the part that loves you so dearly it gets anxious when you’re not near, berates him for risking it anyway.
despite you being the one who’s injured, you hold will close and assure him that you’re not going anywhere. “I’d drag my sorry ass up from Hell to come back to you, Will,” you tell him. and you mean it. there’s scarce a force in this world or the next that could stop you.
he smiles a little and relaxes in your arms, inhaling your scent and tracing a finger along your muscles. “I know, my love.”
at first glance, no one knows how the fuck a refined genius like William and a single-digit IQ buffoon manage to work.
at a deeper inspection, it becomes apparent that there’s no one else in the world better suited for each other than you two.
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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months
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hello, can i ask for prompt 1 + family fic with william from moriarty the patriot pls 🙏🏻
# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; slice of life; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of comedy; family!fic &kids!fic; daddy!william is so precious; pregnancy mention; xxi century; sfw
includes: female reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}
author’s note: hi! this request- so cute!
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1. “Let’s watch some movies from Studio Ghibli (or Disney, or Pixar)!”
Every evening was a kind of ritual and the best form of relaxation for you, your husband and your two children; first you had supper together (usually delicious sandwiches with cheese and lots of vegetables, baked sausages and oatmeal cookies that your daughters absolutely loved), then it was time for a bath full of fun and laughter – your girls liked so much spending time in a bathtub filled with white foam. They also enjoyed to splash William with water and thus pretend to be two cute whales. At the very end, it was always time for fairy tales and conversations between the four of you. Of course, your daughters were the ones who set the rules so they always chose your evening entertainment. With a bowl full of popcorn, hot tea and dimmed lights, everything seemed to have its own unique atmosphere. When winter comes, the only light brighten up the living room were golden Christmas lights and candles. However, due to the fact that it was currently summer, only one small lamp in the corner of the room was on, not disturbing anything.
“... Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” Lily – your older daughter – screamed and jumping on the couch, and you just laughed as you turned on the TV. Netflix really was a useful thing in your apartment and you definitely couldn’t function without it. Especially when you had two kids.
“Yes!” Added your younger one – Sophia – and William caught her mid-jump and sat her down on the mattress, handing her a bowl of still-warm popcorn. “Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” She repeated the words of her sister two years older than her, then busied herself eating the salt corn, which crunched loudly in her mouth.
“I want to see Ariel!”
“Mommy, no! Please, please play movie with Merida! I miss Merida!” She spat a few grains onto the sheets. William sighed as he picked them all and placed everything on a handkerchief on the glass table next to the huge sofa.
“Hmm... How about Mulan?” You asked quite seriously, putting your hand on your left hip in the process. In your right hand you held a small black remote control and you were ready to turn on one of the fairy tales on the platform. Your daughters looked at you with wide eyes, then at each other and squealed happily, clapping their hands and nodding their heads in agreement. You sighed with relief. In the last month, you’ve watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ twelve times and ‘Brave’ fifteen times...
“Mulan! Mulan!” They screamed as they ran across the couch and you turned on the movie. William, on the other hand, tried to calm your kids, fearing that one of them would fall or, worse, break something. Although your daughters were your perfect little versions, they definitely had Albert’s character...
“Shush, peanuts! Focus on watching Mulan and Mushu’s adventures!” Your husband said seriously, though out of the corner of your eye you saw him fighting the urge to laugh at the sight of your laughing children.
When the Disney fairy tale began, and you sat next to the younger girl, you turned your head slightly to your partner, who was watching the well-known story with curiosity.
“... Wouldn’t you like to have third daughter?” You asked with a chuckle escaping your lips and William raised his right eyebrow.
“I’d prefer a son... At least we could watch ‘Cars’ or ‘Toy Story’...” He replied quite seriously and you just grabbed your stomach lightly. In the darkness, however, your beloved did not notice it.
Well... Maybe this time you both will have the son Will wants? But you didn’t want to tell your husband yet. His birthday was coming up soon, so you tried to keep it a secret until that day and make it a present.
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Hello! Can I request William Moriarty with a reader who is like Riddle Rosehearts?
If you guy don't know who Riddle Rosehearts is he is character of game called Twisted wonderland.
William James Moriarty
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You would really be a great help.
You are usually very organized and help them with schedules.
Scheduling is really important in their plans.
Even a small mistake can mean the failure of everything.
William really appreciates your help.
He really trusts you.
You are always on schedule and really reliable.
Just what he needs.
Because of this, William might also have a bit of a crush on you.
However, he does not admit it directly.
William doesn't want to put you in danger.
You are also the person who keeps order in the mansion.
Sometimes even too much.
William would care about you.
And he doesn't want you to overwork yourself.
He would try to get you to take it easy.
But in the beginning it can be really hard.
However, he does not give up easily.
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wearelordofcrime · 5 months
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Hello everyone, there's something that I'd like to share with everyone here, because I believe it will help a lot of people.
For us folks who engage in imaginary worlds, with canon characters or our own creations, who have deep conversation with their faves in their heads or need their comfort character's shoulder to cry on, there is an unavoidable phenomenon which I took the liberty of naming "Character burnout".
"Character Burnout" essentially means that you have no energy in order to visualise your character(s) in your mind or engage with them on your imagination. I've come to the conclusion that it can be a result of an actual burnout (mental) or it can be irrelevant to mental state and your mind is overwhelmed. Simply put, it is the way your mind kindly asks you for a small break to charge its batteries. After all, picturing an entirely different reality needs a lot of energy.
Now, the reason I'm saying all this, is not for the sake of just mentioning it. I understand that a lot of us are extremely attached to our comfort characters/ f/o(s) or whatever you prefer calling them, myself included, and this situation can be very stressful. Personally, I panic, thinking that I've lost interest to my favourite characters or "grew out of it" to the point I become unable to function at all, but, after a small amount of time I can connect with them again.
So, when you experience this, please don't jump into conclusions or let fear overcome you, the connection will come back again as enjoyable as ever, you just need to be patient and give your mind the time it deserves to recharge in order to take you places again. It may take days, or weeks, but the love we have for our characters is never gone.
If anyone wants to talk about this, please do speak your mind, and I'm open if someone wants to discuss it with me as well.
So um that's it, and and sorry for the long post!
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joanquill · 7 months
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Hiding from a Stalker with Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder
Can I ask for a scenario fic where a Fem! Reader runs up to the Moriarty Brothers + Von herder pretending to be their girlfriend becuuse of a stalker
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Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, and Von Herder
Tag/s: Fem!Reader, Scenario
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Albert James Moriarty
"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called out for you as you squeezed in through the crowd, hoping the number of people would help you hide.
"Excuse me... Miss (L/N), please wait!" the man kept calling out, his eyes locked on you as he made his way through the crowd.
'This is bad...!' you gulped as you quickly walked around, hoping to lose him as he followed you through the dance floor.
'Is he gone..?' you thought, turning your head around as you walked, bumping into someone.
"Sorry! I didn't see-!" you quickly apologized as you faced forward, seeing it was Albert James Moriarty, his suit now drenched in wine as the crowd gasped.
"Insolent girl!"
"Ugh, how improper..."
"How dare she...!"
"Are you all right, miss?" he asked, seeing your frantic state.
"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called as he reached you, making your blood freeze.
"A-Apologies, my lord…! Shall I help you with the stain?" your voice cracked as you took out your handkerchief, wiping the wine out with shaky hands as the crowd glared at you.
Albert raised a brow as he looked at Sir Acheron, connecting the dots.
"I believe helping me get a new set of clothes would be a better alternative?" Albert suggested, stopping your hand.
"Shall we?" he smiled, linking your arm with his as you walked out of the dance floor.
"O-Of course!" you agreed, sighing in relief as you followed along, hearing Sir Acheron scoff as he left the scene.
"I can see why you would bump into me despite me standing still," Albert whispered, making you nervously laugh.
"Right… Sorry again about the stain. I know quite the talented tailor in town, though!"
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William James Moriarty
Your eyes darted around the street, hoping to see at least one shop still open for the night to hide.
You gulped as you saw the man's shadow growing on the ground, hearing his footsteps quickening and closing in on you.
Desperate, you quickly made your way to the department store, only to be stopped by the security guard.
"I'm sorry, miss. We're closing in a few minutes,"
"No, no… You don't understand." you grabbed his arm in fear, "Please, I just need somewhere to-"
"-Sorry, darling. Have you waited long?" a voice chimed in, making you and the guard turn your head to the sound.
It was a nobleman with blond hair and red eyes smiling at you both.
"W-What?"
"Sorry, I lost track of time," he apologetically laughed, walking up to you.
"Shall we get going?" he asked, looking over to his side.
Following, you saw the man stalking you stopped by a lamplight, making your blood curl.
"Y-Yes," you smiled, taking his arm, "Let's go…" you muttered, following the man as you kept your eyes on the stalker.
"There's a police station a couple of blocks from here," the nobleman whispered, making you widen your eyes.
He only looked at you with a wink.
"I'm sure we can convince the officers to help, along with a restraining order if needed."
"I see…" you sighed in relief, feeling your body relax for the first time that night.
"Thank you so much…" you muttered, feeling your eyes tear up in relief, "I thought I was a goner.."
"Here," the man gave you a handkerchief, which you happily took.
"Don't worry, that man won't hurt you now."
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Louis James Moriarty
"There you were!" you beamed as you grabbed Louis' arm, catching him by surprise.
"(Y/N)? What are you-"
"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," you sighed as you hugged his arm, your whole body shaking as you hid your face.
Louis raised a brow as he looked around, seeing a man staring at you both in the dark.
'Oh...'  he thought and frowned, wrapping an arm around you.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry," he smiled as he pulled you close, hiding you from the man's sight.
"For how long has he been following you?" he whispered, making you gulp.
"I just noticed him an hour ago..."
Louis frowned at the answer as he put his coat on you, catching you by surprise.
"You seemed cold," he explained, keeping you close as you left the department store.
"Did he do anything to you?"
"No, he was just following me the whole time," you answered, pulling his coat close to your body.
"Sorry... I know you wanted to buy a gift for William's birthday,"
"What are you apologizing for?" Louis sighed, keeping an eye on the stalker following you both, "That creep isn't your fault," he reasoned as he called for a carriage.
"Let's get you home for the time being," Louis whispered as he helped you up the carriage.
"What about you?" you asked as you grabbed his hand, "You might get hurt,"
Louis breathed out a smile as he removed your hold, "I'll be fine. You're the one he wants,"
"Then what are you gonna do?"
A dangerous glint lit up in Louis' eyes before he lifted his head and gave you a courteous smile.
"Just giving him a lesson he won't forget,"
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Von Herder
"Honey!" you called out as you hugged Herder from behind, almost making you both fall over.
"Huh? What-" he muttered, feeling you hold him with trembling arms.
"Um... Miss? I think you got the wrong-"
"-Honestly... I thought you said we were meeting in the cafe?" you sighed with a shaky breath, still holding onto him.
Furrowing his brows, he gently hugged you back, feeling another presence behind you not too far away.
'I see...'  Herder sighed, noticing the growing hostile air closing in on you two.
"Sorry, sorry! It must have slipped my mind," Herder played along with a cheery voice, pulling you away from the presence and linking his arm with yours.
"Now then, what should we eat?" he asked as he led you away from the presence, hearing you sigh in relief.
"You can decide this time," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Sorry, miss. Are you all right?" Herder whispered, still feeling the presence following you.
"Yes, I'm okay... Thank you for playing along," you whispered back, your hands still shaking.
Herder frowned as he kept you close, thinking of a possible solution.
"Oh!" he beamed, stopping abruptly with a grin.
"Sorry, honey. Can we make a quick stop?" Herder asked as he pointed at a mechanics shop, making you raise a brow.
"I don't mind. But what for?" you asked as Herder smirked.
"You'll see," he answered vaguely as you both entered the shop.
"It will be quick, miss...?"
"(Y/N)," you smiled, "(Y/N) (L/N),"
"Miss (Y/N)," he finished as he rummaged around some parts.
"If you don't mind, I might have a solution on how to protect yourself,"
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illir · 9 months
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some holmes bros arts that i've done until now bc they're so funny together (also canon never shows us how they looked like when they were younger i had to be delusional and do it myself) (ft. sherliam)
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(i drew these three above last year before they revealed mycroft's hair is actually curlier than sherlock's, so.)
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bonus: modern au
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bonus: sherliam
(i drew this in 2021 way before we even knew sherlock disliked getting compared to mycroft, that scene makes me so happy he got so offended LMFAO 😭)
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(i drew this after william and mycroft won the 2022 valentine's day voting!! (it's not voting))
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ryuusea · 2 months
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Too much sweets. More sherliam modern au doodles.
You know, I don’t think I’ve actually ever had Swedish Fish, but I’ve had shark shaped gummies.
Also included the WIP of the close up shot of Sherly and Liam leaning in together because I’m fond of it. I like the tension I was able to show there. 🤭
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yandere-romanticaa · 7 months
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Just thinking about the extent William would go just to kill his rivals in love. But his darling knowing all about this and eating up. Just like, “please William, tell me how you deceived us all.”
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Going off a little bit back on this post, I just love the thought of William's darling also being a yandere. The beauty about this man is that he is doing all of these things and they're actually horrible - murder, theft, fraud, blackmail. He does them all with a smirk on his face. William proudly sees himself as a devil but never in his wildest dreams could he have pictured that his little lover could be just as sly as he is.
You beg the man to tell you everything, he better not leave any details out no matter how gruesome or bloody they are!! You are no damsels in distress which he takes good note of. Truthfully, you really do need some tough skin in order to even consider being with this man.
William won't lie though, he is pleasantly surprised by your attitude. As per your request, he leaves nothing out. He tells you what weapons he used and how, which parts of the body he sliced and what arteries to aim. Your aim must be true and mind set - do you wish to torture or kill your victim, that is something you need to be 100% sure of before setting off on this bloody journey. He watches your reactions like a hawk, your scrunched up face and furrowed eyebrows are so... cute.
He can't help but blush.
You don't notice the scarlet red that blooms on his pale cheeks, too immersed in his story. My, what was he to do with you? William had no plans of ever including you in this, you were too precious. He won't ever allow you to be in any compromising position, he won't ever allow you to kill.
Even so, the Lord of Crime can't help but to have his breath taken away as he looks you dead in the eye, pure devotion looking right back at him.
William has no idea that you are more than ready to slaughter anyone for him. Man, woman or child, you didn't care.
No one was safe.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Bride and Joy
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, interrogation, dirty talk, name-calling, rough sex, creampie, table sex, oral fingering, cnc roleplay, roleplay, dark Mycroft Holmes
Word count: 2k
Kinktober Day 8: Breeding Kink
A/N: Mycroft seems like one of these people who would be extremely possessive of his lover so that's the angle I'm taking here. I'm glad to see people requesting all the pretty Yuumori men for kinktober.
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You already knew it was all over for you. You got caught, detained and placed within an interrogation cell waiting for who ever the set on you. Betraying the Queen is no small crime after all.
The room door opened and a tall man in a black suit and a cigar walked in. You knew him to be Mycroft Holmes, one of the Queens best and most trusted men. And the most ruthless.
"Well you got yourself in quite a bind there haven't you little missy?" He took a drag of his cigar as he walked to where you sat and placed the file on the table in front of you, exhaling the smoke as he did so. "Stealing documents, forging signatures, weapon smuggling and a plot against the Royal family. You've been quite busy haven't you?"
You narrowed your eyes and clenched your fists, "If you know all of that already then why am I here? You've got your evidence, why not charge me with treason and be done with it?"
Mycroft chuckled, closing the file and tapping his index finger on it, "That's certainly an option." He took another drag before he put the cigarette out, "But we could use someone of your talents. Of course you'd still be under our surveillance but you'd still be a free woman. In some ways at least. I haven't spoken to her Majesty yet but I'm certain she would agree. I only need you to say yes to marrying me."
He looked at you like it was the most obvious solution to your problem. You on the other hand looked at him like he had just lost his mind. "Excuse me? Why would I do such a thing?" You felt his gaze sharpen as a blush spread across your face.
"No one would ever agree to let you roam free without supervision. I'm afraid not even I could negotiate that. But if I were to take you as my wife, well it would grant you a certain favor and immunity as a spy." He walked around the small table and grabbed your chin, his eyes staring into yours, "Surely you're aware of how beautiful you are. You would make a fine wife. And..." His fingers trail lightly across your throat and across your side, making you shiver, "A fine mother I'm sure."
His smile widened as his fingers started to skim the edge of your shirt, giving the barest hint of touch on your thigh. You gulped under his gaze, feeling like an a small animal looking at their predator. Both fear and adrenaline rush though you as you stammer out, "W-What? But I'm... I don't think this is a good idea."
"No? Any why not? You get a pardon, you get to keep your job, you get a nice husband. I promise to treat you right and love you for as long as we're together." Although his word was meant to be comforting you could sense a darkness behind them. "I will make you feel so good. Just give yourself to me my sweet."
A high gasp tore from your throat when you felt his fingers rubbing you through your panties.
"H-Hold on. This isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this. I don't even know you." His eyes softened for a moment, his lips closing in on yours.
"Oh you will. We'll get very familiar with each other." Mycroft pushed his lips against yours, they were softer than you expected but his tongue was quick to remind of you how rough he could be, pushing past your lips, swallowing your little soft moan and brushing against your tongue. "You're getting wet already. Are you sure you don't want me?"
"You're my enemy. I shouldn't..." Hi moved your panties to the side and moved two fingers up and down in a slow manner, spreading the wetness evenly before pushing them both inside with no warning. You screamed at the intrusion and buried your head in his chest to muffle your moans, fisting your hands into his suit, "God." You whimpered and shifted in your seat as he moved his fingers in and out, taking them out all the way to the tip and then burring them all the way to the end.
"You're beginning to loosen up. If you're already this wet I can't even imagine what you're gonna feel like around my cock." He took your hand in his placed it over his bulge. The cock throbbed under your touch, warm even though the material of his pants, "See how hard I am already? That's all for you. All for this cunt."
Upon hearing the possessive growl in his voice you couldn't help but spread your legs. He paused for just a moment and then laughed.
"Well would you look at that. Little whore wants it now does she? That didn't take long. You need to make it for fun for me miss." He slid his fingers out, pulling your panties off in the process. "Start by cleaning these for me."
He offers you his fingers, still looking rough even while covered in your juices. When you didn't immediately go for his fingers you heard him scoff next to your ear as he pushed them against your lips, "I told you to suck. You need to follow my orders to the letter if you want this to work out for you." You let out a whimper as you open your mouth for him, allowing him to slide his fingers in and fuck your throat, "Good girl. You'll learn fast don't worry. I'll make you into my little cockslut before you know it."
You moaned around his fingers at his words, a fresh flood of wetness gathering below as you start bucking your hips forward, clouding your senses, "Please, I can't..."
"Beg. Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you're a horny slut who wants to be breed. Say it." He was very rough when taking his fingers out and grabbing your chin with his still wet hands, "Well?"
It was embarrassing how easily you were being broken by him. How easily he managed to get to you just by using his words and fingers. How badly you wanted it. Wanted him. "I'm a horny slut... who wants to be breed." Mycroft grinned, wide and pleased at your confession.
"Interesting. I wasn't being serious with that one but it's nice to hear you admit to it." Another blush spread across your face and down you neck, "Well how can I refuse my future wife." He gave you a brief kiss, humming at your the lingering taste on your tongue. He chuckled as he tapped your cheek lightly and turned to give you some room. You could hear him unbuckling his belt. "Why don't you bend over and present for me, I want a good look at you."
You gulped in anticipation as you stood up on shaky legs, your slick running down your thighs and dripping onto the floor. You felt like you're in heat, ready to be taken and fucked. That feeling only intensified when Mycroft turned around and lets you see his hard dick, standing tall between his legs with his hand at the base. Your cunt pulsed with need to be filled and stretched open by it. Maybe you were just a bitch in heat after all.
And like a good bitch you presented yourself for him, bending over the edge of the table and hiking up your shirt, revealing your cunt and your ass. But not before getting a glimpse of his muscular body as he undid his bowtie and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.
"What a lovely sight you are. So ready for me." You hear his footsteps approaching followed quickly by his hand smoothing over your left ass cheek before gripping your hip in a tight, sure to bruise grip. "Are you ready for my cock?"
"Yes." You breathed out, even catching yourself off guard with how needy and breathless you sounded.
"And have you earned it? Do you promise to be a good whore for me whenever I ask? To get on your knees and suck my cock at the snap of my fingers." He leaned over to snap them next to your ear as the tip of his cock nudged at your opening.
"I promise. I'll be good. I'll be so good." Mycroft laughed at your eagerness, pushing his fingers into your mouth as he tilted your head a little for easier access. "Fuck. Fuck me. Please, please, please." You could barely talk with your mouth sucking on his fingers but you wanted it so much that you don't care how desperate you were.
When he finally does slide in you don't care that this was supposed to be an interrogation, that he's your enemy, that he basically blackmailed you into marrying him, all you care about his how his cock fills you up over and over.
"You take me so nicely. You were made for me weren't you. Just for me and my cock. I'll fuck you every day I can promise you that, breed you like you need to be bred. You're gonna look so pretty when you're full of my cum you little slut. My pretty cumslut." He thrust his hips into yours, his fingers playing in your mouth, dragging them over the flat of your tongue.
You whimpered and moaned for him, bucking your hips backwards, your wet cunt clenching around his throbbing dick, making him hum and go harder and faster at every jolt of his hips. The room was filled with wet, needy, lewd sounds of him fucking two of your holes at the same time, your moans muffled but still very audible.
He was ruthless in his pace, shoving his cock as deep as it could go, dragging along your front wall every time he pulled out. You were starting to get dizzy with pleasure, your cunt so full yet so empty. You needed more. You needed him to fill you up properly.
"Please come. Please. Fill me up." You struggled to talk around his fingers, your words barely coherent.
"What ever you say sweetheart." He was so amused by the state he's brought you to that he decided to have mercy and give you want you wanted, "But you're gonna have to come first." He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and once again places them next to your ear, "Ready?"
You nodded, not trusting your voice. You heard his fingers snap next to your ear, and something snapped inside you as well, a flood heat rushing though you as you bucked your hips wildly and came all over his cock.
"Good slut. So good for me. So damn good." In one last, hard thrust he buried his dick deep inside of you and flooded your womb with his cum, his hips twitching as he groans through his release, your name falling from his lips as he leans over you. You both took deep breaths to relax your bodies and let the combined pleasure flow through you, "Did you enjoy that my love?"
"Fuck Mycroft. I mean just... holy shit." You breathed out hard at which he lets out a slow chuckle.
"That good I see. I'm glad. Thank you for indulging me in this. And for the suggestion to roleplay. I bet it would have been fun to break you." His lips skimmed the area of your neck, pressing slow kisses as you relax under him, "Do you want to stay like this a little? And don't worry about anyone walking in on us. I made sure we have more than enough time. Maybe even for a round two if you feel like it."
"Hell yes." You squeezed around him as he pulled you back against his chest and took a seat on the chair, his cock comfortably snug inside of you, keeping most of his cum inside. "How about we try for a round three after we get home?"
He laughed loud against your neck, "Are you taking the roleplay seriously? You don't actually need to take my cock all the time."
"No. But what if I want to?" You rolled and pushed your hips downward, feeling him twitch inside you.
"Then who am I to say no to my wife." With a soft touch he turned your head towards him to give you the sweetest kiss of the day, but not the last.
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frozeyourcookie · 5 months
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Just innocently fixing his pants, nothing more than that
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Initially wanted to draw Liam walking in and wondering why his heart fucking sped at the sight to make it sherliam but I got tired </3
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tulipsforvin · 7 months
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William James Moriarty's
Green & Red Flags:
Green Flags:
William is always in tiptop shape and has excellent hygiene. Expect him to have a spare handkerchief that he doesn't use for himself in one of his inner pockets.
He's a coolheaded, collected man. He would deal with stubborn whims, tantrums and demands with ease, I think he'd find it mildly amusing — watching his beloved get all sulky and grouchy if they didn't get what they wanted. He'll tease them for it, too.
Dates would probably be high-end luxury restaurants with five to four star ratings, stargazing, picnics and library dates.
He's very soft with his loved ones - very gentle, very vulnerable. He's a clingy one once the majority of his walls have been broken down, for sure.
Forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, cheek kisses, top of the head kisses, on the inner part of your wrists, kisses & kisses.
He'll restrain himself quite alot in public since PDA (Public Display of Affection) was quite frowned upon during his lifetime so he'll make up for it when the two of you are in a more intimate and private space.
When in private, I assume he'd like kissing more intimate parts of his s/o such as their neck, collarbones, their earlobes & such.
Feel like, if sanitary pads or well, fabrics for menstruation were a thing during his time, he'd carry them just incase of an emergency had his lover been a woman.
He has a dozen scrap books and albums of his love and likes keeping little things of them in a little intricately designed box.
Well groomed hands and healthy fingernails because he wants to use them to please his darling when in bed.
Doesn't mind spending money on his sweetheart. Rather, he'd probably encourage them to use his income on themselves as freely as they want.
Red flags:
I feel like since with his busy schedule of constant assassination, scheming and living his other life as a nobleman who's taken up the job of a mathematics professor, William wouldn't be around home much. In a week, he'd probably only be around for three to four days.
Would come home late. Probably slouch against the doorframe or fall asleep on a chair or a couch - still in his bloodstained cloak.
At the beginning, once he'd begun to realize the extent of his romantic feelings towards his love interest, he would be one to push them away and act distant towards them since he wants to focus on his lifelong project and being in a relationship with his partner, knowing his end, would only hurt them.
Suicidal. Obviously. Can be quite draining on the two.
William has major trust issues. Breaking down all of his walls or well, most of it, would take years on end.
Has a saviour complex.
William would always be weary and exhausted thus making time for his lover would be difficult since he'd either be in bed or doing something (trying not) to get him killed.
Wouldn't touch his s/o for days after he's assassinated some corrupt noble. He'd think he'd be staining his beloved, even though he's always scrubbing at himself to rid himself of the blood on him (would still imagine the blood on him even after he's removed it off his skin).
Can't take compliments. Asking him to accept your compliments would be equivalent to talking to the wall.
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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months
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Good day! For your event, may I ask for prompt 20 with William from mtp? Congratulations on reaching 4k followers milestone! Your writing is great, keep it going! :3
# tags: scenario; current relationship; soft romance; fluffy shit; a bit of angst; mention of cancer; sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}
author’s note: thank you, anonnie! have a nice day/night too :)
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20. “Why are not you listening to me?” “... I’m very lucky to have you, you know?”
Warm summer weather, someone wonderfully playing violin music in the center of the city, beautiful looking women and dignified men are a typical Saturday evening in London in the middle of August. You and William took a walk around downtown, occasionally stopping by the shops to buy something sweet or as a souvenir. This was your partner’s first free time in many long weeks that he could devote to rest, to you and your love. He didn’t have to worry about work, his brothers and friends, the battle with Sherlock or the rich people around him every day. He could pretend to be one of them, enjoying a nice time with you and your warm hand that held his slightly larger one tightly all the time. You were his greatest treasure and the most precious pearl.
That day you visited several food stalls, bought a lovely set of hair bows, drank amazingly warming coffee and stroked the cats basking in the sun, right next to one of the monuments. It was a day full of attractions and smiles.
“…Next week I’ll have to go to a meeting at the library. Annabelle, Jack and Mary want to throw a small party on the top floor of the building to gather the rest of the money for a hospice for children with cancer.” You said with a shy smile and then glanced to your right. The pleasant smell of cinnamon buns and whipped cream hung in the air. “I’d also like to help Susanne make a cherry pie for a little girl who’s turning ten that day… Hey. Why are you not listening to me?” You stopped mid-step, looking at the man with furrowed brows. His calm face expressed many emotions – from sincere joy, through true affection, to pride and understanding for you. There was no boredom or nervousness in his gaze, he was just happy.
“…I’m very lucky to have you, you know?” The question was purely rhetorical and made your cheeks blush warmly. Lightly embarrassed, you squeezed his manly hand tighter. “It is really wonderful that you are helping these small children.” He added a little softer, pulling your body into a long hug. The smell of cinnamon tickled your nose even more, and you just nodded.
“These children are loved by no one but us. They are amazing and very smart. Maybe someday you’ll come with me to the hospice? I’m sure they’d love to hear your stories.” You said happily, dragging the man towards the coffee shop.
“… If that’s what you want, of course I’ll go there with you, my dearest.”
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Hi I'm sorry, I saw you already wrote the pregnant with william and sherlock before !!! My memory is bad lmao😅☹
So can I ask for moran and fred? 😉
Sebastian Moran
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Sebastian would be surprised.
He never thought about becoming a father.
Actually, he might be the father because we have seen indirectly in the anime that he had sex with a woman.
And guess if a thing called birth control had been invented at that time.
The answer is no.
And now that we've planted that cursed idea in your head, we can continue.
As I said, Sebastian would be delighted.
But worried at the same time.
He is not sure if he can be a father.
But he is also not a person who goes to the "milk shop".
This would be learning.
A lot to learn.
Sebastian would try to protect you.
he doesn't want anyone to hurt you or the baby.
This might also be the reason why Sebastian follows William even more loyally.
He wants a clean world where you can live.
Getting married could be difficult.
So Sebastian is "officially" dead.
So there might be a slight problem here.
Fred Porlock
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Okay Fred would be really shy with this one.
He can't handle this at all.
A very red boy.
Actually, the bigger question is how you even got into bed with him.
It seems that even Fred can't tell the answer to this.
The other people living in the mansion would be as surprised as he was.
Maybe even more surprised.
Fred would try to be the best father possible.
he would quote a lot of childcare manuals.
In addition, he would listen to tips from his friends.
Things he's not going to do when he's older.
Fred would also be really affectionate with you.
Lots of hugs and physical affection.
He loves you much.
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tachikoma-x · 6 months
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😂
He’s so precious.
MTP Sherlock is such a bundle of JOY. I say that completely unironically.
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joanquill · 8 months
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Hello! Is your ask box open? If not, please disregard this and sorry in advance 🥺🙏 I wanted to make a request of Albert James Moriarty on how he would react to his s/o receiving love letters (these days it would be a text or dm but alas the Victorian Era lmao) from an ex. And vice versa. If he received love letters or Fan mail. Thank you so much! ❤
S/O Receiving Love Letters Reaction and Vice Versa
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Albert James Moriarty
A/N: I wasn't quite sure if this was a headcanon only, so I added a short scenario just to be sure ^^"
Guide: (E/N): Your Ex's Name
Warning/s: Profanity
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S/O Receiving Love Letters
Despite knowing Albert wasn't your first lover, he was determined to be your last.
You didn't hide things about your love life, but he would notice some exes had a more negative reaction from you than others.
He wouldn't push you if you didn't want to talk about a particular ex.
When you would tell stories, you kept them short and straight to the point.
If you were friends with your ex, he didn't mind, and he would try to be on good terms with them.
If he does feel uncomfortable with something, he would always talk to you about it, so you two can work it out together.
Whenever you would receive letters from your ex, you would either give them a curt response saying you were taken or throw them in the trash.
He didn't really care for your past or the letters. He loves you for you and trusts you.
So when he was sorting out letters and saw a love letter from your ex-fiance, he was intrigued.
When he finished sorting them out, he immediately walked up to you with the letter in hand, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Dearest?" Albert called out as he walked into the living room, seeing you reading a book on the couch.
"Yes?" you replied, lifting your head from the book as Albert showed you the letter.
"(E/N) wrote to you," he grinned, making you squint your eyes and put down your book.
"(E/N)? As in my ex-fiance (E/N)?" you questioned as you got up from the couch, walking up to him.
"It would seem so," Albert confirmed, giving you the letter.
"What does he want?" you sighed, roughly opening the letter.
As you read the letter, you let out a scoff and wore a strained smile.
"He forgives me for ruining our wedding day? Are you serious?" you read out loud in disbelief, rereading the letter from the top while Albert grabbed some wine from the kitchen.
"Is he serious? He was the one who slept with a random girl he met at a bar the night before!" you shouted as Albert poured you a glass.
"Oh, my God..." you grumbled, throwing the letter on the table as you rubbed the temples.
"He thinks our relationship is a way for me to make him jealous..." you told Albert, making him raise a brow.
"Really?"
"Really," you confirmed, "And he said he's willing to "forgive" me and take me back? Can you believe this-! This! Narcissistic, entitled-!" you groaned as you leaned back on the couch, feeling your head heat up in anger.
"How the hell did he even know where I live!?" you questioned, grabbing the letter.
You let out another deep sigh as you grabbed the glass Albert prepared for you, downing it in one go.
"May I?" Albert asked as he pointed at the letter.
You nodded in response, letting Albert take the letter and read it himself.
"Wow... Three pages and not one apology,"
"Right!?" you defended, making Albert chuckle as he put down the letter.
"Ugh... Years later, and he's still giving me a headache..." you muttered, walking up to Albert and climbing onto his lap, hugging his torso as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he hugged you, rubbing your back as you relaxed against his touch.
"Yeah..." you replied, snuggling into him, "I can't believe that idiot would think I would leave you for him..."
Albert lightly chuckled as he kissed the side of your head.
"Would you?"
"HELL NO!"
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Albert Receiving Love Letters
Seeing love letters in the mail is pretty much the norm in the Moriarty estate.
Especially after the tea party, the love letters just skyrocketed.
Whether it's for Albert, William, Louis- even Fred received some letters of adoration.
Let alone invitations from single noble women.
If there were NO love letters or invitations, it feels off.
Seeing love letters addressed to your lover is nothing new, even before Albert started courting you.
At the start, it felt a little uncomfortable seeing the number of letters he would receive, let alone how some women would give you theirs so they know Albert would see them.
However, Albert would always reassure you that they mean nothing to him.
And he'd make sure everyone knows he belongs to you.
If it was simple fanmail or words of gratitude from the people he helped, you adored those letters and even agreed on how great your lover was.
"Do you really need to go?" Hannah asked, holding onto your clothes as she looked up to you with sad puppy eyes.
"Yeah! You haven't visited us in ages!"
"We missed you!" the kids whined as they started grabbing onto you, making it harder to end your visit to the orphanage.
"Now, now, children... We can't keep Mx. (Y/N) away from their home," Lillian, the caretaker, warned, making the children whine as they let you go.
"Besides, didn't we prepare a gift?" Lillian reminded, making the children's heads perk up as they rushed back to the building.
"A gift?" you questioned as Lillian smiled at you.
"Yes. The children have been working on it all morning," she explained as they started running out and lining up to you with a piece of paper in their hands.
"For you!" Edmund smiled as he held up the paper to you, showing a letter of gratitude to you and Albert.
"It is a shame Lord Albert couldn't come... The children wanted to surprise both of you," Lillian added as the children started to crowd around you, excitedly showing their letters and drawings.
"I see..." you breathed out, feeling your heart swell in emotion as you took a deep breath, composing yourself.
"Thank you. I'll make sure Albert will receive them as well,"
You kept smiling even when you arrived back home, rereading the letters the children made.
When you heard the front door click, you quickly got on your feet and ran to the entrance.
"I'm ho-" you greeted Albert with a hug, almost pushing him back out.
"Welcome back!" you happily greeted, making him smile.
"What got you in such a good mood?" he questioned as he kissed your forehead, making you giggle.
"You'll see,"
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