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ranposbabe · 5 months

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Spillage

pairing: Albert James Moriarty x Fem!Reader

summary: Albert’s favourite wine is spilled and now he has to clean it up :(

warnings: smut, erotic content, unprotected sex!!!

The hour was late and Albert was still yet to return to your shared bedroom.

Everyone in the Moriarty manor decided to celebrate a recent victory taking down a nobleman that had been troublesome for quite some time.

However you couldn’t find it in yourself to join the celebration as you remained tired throughout the day and had returned to your room rather early. William did the same to correct some students test and Herder…

well he’s Herder, putting something together you assumed.

When it comes to celebrations of course there is all sorts of alcohol.

Of course it was Moran who didn’t hesitate to start the drinking early.

How could Albert refuse ?

You found yourself laying just in your undergarments along with one of Alberts white dress shirts that practically engulfed you. The buttons all open exposing your body underneath as the room had a tendency to become quiet warm with the heavy sheets even with the window slightly opened. A book.

Of course the calmness couldn’t last long.

The door practically swung open as the head of the manor walked in causing you to practically throw your book away in such sudden fright.

“Are you tipsy, Albert ?” You sigh, watching his every move as he walked in confident yet a slight trip to his step. His blazer out of sight he always looked fine in his suits.

Tightly gripped in his hand was a new bottle of his favourite wine half empty of course.

“Of course not, y/n.” He smirks. A familiar glow in his emerald eyes. He runs his hand through his typically combed back hair and a few loose strands fall over his forehead making him appear messy and desirable.

“Come to bed, beloved.” You pat the spot beside as if you were trying to convince a child that it was bedtime.

“You’re more so the lord of wine rather than lord of crime.” You roll your eyes, rubbing your hand up and down his back in a comforting manner.

“What’s this ?” He simply asks.

His eyes practically glowed at the sight of you his darling Wearing nothing but your undergarments along with one of his dress shirts. Overcome with tiredness you failed to even button the shirt, your stomach on view. Just like how he liked it.

“I didn’t think you’d notice.” You simply state.

“I’d be a fool not to notice.”

For a small intimate moment he presses his lips against yours before going back to taking a swig from the bottle.

Such a gentleman.

“”We’ll I’m sorry my lips don’t taste like wine, Albert !” You scoff at the sight an amused glow in his emerald eyes.

With a smirk on his wet lips Albert turns towards you and in an instant cages you in one arm

Suddenly Albert tips the expensive bottle and the warm red liquid splashed your belly and rolls down your side, staining the silk sheets.

“Albert !” You jump, your attempts to sit up fail as his arm keeps you still. He towers over you, quite the intimidating sight.

“Louis helped me change these sheets just this morning !”

His tongue pressed flat against your stomach licking up whatever was left of the wine like a starved man.

You gasp at the feeling of Albert licking the scarlet liquid from your belly and suddenly that familiar tingle starts riling up inside of you.

“Albert-

“I’ve missed this.” He whispers to himself.

It was only then did you realise he wasn’t as drunk as you originally thought he was.

He always had that certain smirk on his lips.

His tounge invades your mouth, wine spilling and running down your chin

“It seems you need cleaning kissing down from your lips to your neck.

“I don’t recall having wine splashed on my neck ?” You groan, Albert’s wet lips pressing against under your jaw all the while his fingers effortlessly grasp at your underwear. He playfully slaps at your hips silently telling you to raise them. You comply shimmying slightly while whines escape past your lips due to the lack of contact. But as soon as Albert removed your clothing he was quick to return the warmth of his touch.

He licks a long stripe of your cunt taking his time like he would sipping his wine.

His emerald eyes roll to the back of his head as you grind your cunt against his scarlet stained tongue. His brown locks feel so soft as they slip through your fingers as you grip at Albert hair holding him in place as he satisfys himself by enjoying his meal.

You learned quite early on to never interrupt Albert while he was in pure bliss.

But the cravings that rise inside of you make you suddenly wanting more. You practically have to pull Albert off of you to gain back his attention.

He always had his priorities straight.

“I’m here, my love. I’ll have your legs shaking in no time.”

You don’t hesitate in helping Albert remove his clothing while typically you would admire Albert in his nicely fitted suit, in this moment of time you’d rather see it be removed…more often.

The lamp by your bedside leaves the room in an orange glow makes Albert’s skin glow as his dress shirt is finally remover. A wave of greediness washes over you as you run you hand up and down his glistening body from his nice shoulders till just above his suit pants.

It doesn’t take long before his pants are removed and you’re suddenly too shy to look despite knowing not only the captivating appearance of his aching cock but also the sensation that it caused inside of you.

“I’m taking you now, y/n.” He assures, his hand massaging your waist. His eyes flickered down to the sight of your wet cunt, eagerly wanting to dive into his desert. You’ve both enjoyed the pleasure of love making to eacherother for a long time and yet on every occasion you’re both suddenly filled with giddiness and relaxation which come from the complete trust you both hold deeply for one another.

“Then take me, Albert.” You smile, no longer being able to hold back.

You’re connected not only physically but emotionally too. The pleasure not only feels good but Albert’s smile as he stares deeply into your eyes make you more than content.

He takes you just as good as he always has. Albert practically does all the work and yet with the pace of his thrusts you understand that he prefers it this way.

You don’t mind. The only sounds evident in the dimly lit room was your gasps of pleasure and Albert’s groans that sounded like music to your ears. Though the sound was of skin slapping was becoming much more louder.

“Don’t be shy now. You know how to use that voice of yours.”

If they hadn’t already, your ears had blushed red at his constant teasing. Yet really you couldn’t get enough of it despite how embarrassed you may of seemed.

His thrusts were deep as one of his hands rested by your hand holding himself up as his other was stained with scarlet, groping your left breast, clear determination evident on his soft yet toned features.

He soon presses soft little kisses between your breasts. He always shows the same affection with both of your breasts. You had to laugh at how considerate Albert was towards them. Your highs come when Albert leans up and presses a considerably slow kiss against your lips, purposely avoiding tongue making you wanting more. He couldn’t whether your lips were bruised or simply stained by the wine. Either way he liked the sight.

His eyes glow with not only lust but also with admiration as he brushes strands of hair away from your forehead, his touch being so gentle compared to his thrusts.

He doesn’t pull out he remains inside of you. He doesn’t hesitate to move on with the constant kissing onto your neck.

Albert was practically addicted to the sight of your newly bruised neck being mixed with the staining shade of red wine.

“I think the celebration is over.” You breathlessly sigh, running your hand through his dark hair.

“On the contrary.” He doesn’t hesitate to continue his attack on your neck.

“I think it’s just starting.”

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temporaryrose200 · 8 months

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Hello I just read one of your stories and I absolutely love your writing style. Is it ok if I request a short story of William James Moriarty x reader who is the youngest sister of Sherlock Holmes?

✩You’re something✩

✟pairing: William James Moriarty x Fem Reader

✟genre: Fluff?

✟warning:Not proof read

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

✟summary: Being a Holmes was tough, there was so much to live up to. But a special somebody helps you through it. Reminding you that you were someone.

✟a/n: None

Being the young sibling of the Holmes brothers wasn’t easily. Constantly being in their shadows, remembering every time when you would introduce yourself people would constantly asking if your brothers were Sherlock and Mycroft. It’s was annoying being the forgotten Holmes child. But there was one person who made you feel like the most special woman in the world. William James Moriarty. A charming man who knew exactly how to treat a woman.

The day you met was when you were going to met up with your brother Sherlock. Two of you arranged to met up with one another at a cafe and when you got there, you were met with a charming young man. Greeting your brother, you pulled up a nearby chair and sat yourself down on it. “Liam” Sherlock started, turning to his friend, a genuine smile forming on your brother face. “This my younger sister Y/N” he introduced, signalling towards your awkward and nervous form from have the spot light be put on you.

‘Liam’ gazed up at you, crimson eyes focusing intensely on you. Getting yourself ready from him to say something like: “ I didn’t know the Holmes brothers ha and sister” or something along those lines. But what you got instead was something you would never expect. The blonde haired man grinned fondly at you, strangely making all your worries melt away. “You wrote ‘Twist Of The Heart’ right.” Shock ran through your body at the mention of you old book, something you had wrote about 4 years ago. No publishing company wanted to take you because you were a woman, except one. Sadly the book was a failure and the future books you had in store were thrown away. But now hearing someone mention you not just as Sherlock’s sister but as your own person was a breath of fresh air. “It was an incredible piece of literature about unrequited love. Shame that you stopped writing.” It was odd heading someone talk so highly about you. But here you are be praised.

Fidgeting around with your hands, trying thinking of an appropriate response. But your brain was blank, and you were at a loss for words. You'd never been in this sort of situation before. "A-Ahh..." you stuttered out, feeling you throat tighten. “Thank you Mr Liam”

A chuckle rumbled from the man's chest as he shook his head. “My name is actually William James Moriarty”, he said to me with a smile.

Hearing the familiar name made your heart jump in your chest and you had to take a deep breath before you could speak again. "Moriarty?" You asked him, unable to keep the surprise out of your voice. “You mean!” The man nodded. You were so shocked that it took you several seconds to react but when you did, your face flush in embarrassment. How could you not recognise him! But most importantly, he read your book! “I’m so sorry!”

And that’s how a new friendship was formed. William and you continued to met up at nearby cafes or his house.Two of you had a lot in common and he so easily to talk to. Sherlock was starting to become jealous at how much William and you were hanging out. Your brother would say that you were stealing his friend, which you found quite adorable but don’t tell Sherlock that.

William helped you with gaining your confidence back and even with creating a new book. The story was a second part from your first book. This time the girl finds love with someone she never thought she’d fall for. Ironically though you fell hard for the noble man. It felt as if fate had brought him into your life. He was the perfect man, sweet, caring and oh so handsome. He made you feel so much emotions. You were head over heels in love, but did he love you? You were a nobody compared to your brothers. Just some washed up wannabe author. William was a nobleman, he would never fall for you. Right…?

#moriarty the patriot #yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukuko no moriarty x reader #x reader #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william moriarty x reader #sherlock holmes #⚰️

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rosesrflo · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I don't know if your requests are open. But if they are, can I request Sebastian, William, Sherlock and Louis seeing y/n in lingerie and how would they react? Thank you so much! Have a nice day and take care!!

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Feats; Sebastian, William, Sherlock, Louis (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut, painfully long, fem!reader/AFAB

Desc; IN WHICH you showcase some interesting outfits for your partner, if only you knew what you do to them. Don’t worry, they’ll let you know with some intimate explanations.

A/N; Of course, lovely! I enjoyed writing this but a few scenarios are rlly long, and I apologise if some characters are a bit ooc (sorry if it’s too/too less smutty), have a good day/night and enjoy! <3

SEBASTIAN;

This man is thirsty asf

What can he say? Force of habit.

If this is what he’s like on a normal basis, you can imagine what he’s like when things get hot, he cannot believe that you think you can wear an alluring lingerie without him at least touching you.

But he must say, black looks good on you.

So much that Sebastian pounces the moment he lays eyes on your figure, his hands hooked underneath your exposed thighs, lifting you against the nearest wall with a smirk etched upon his face as he presses surprisingly soft kisses against your neck.

You’ve dug a hole for yourself, you’re definitely not getting out of this one and the next few hours will be rough.

A muffled squeal fell from your captured lips, Moran’s hands travelled over your body, the fat of your thighs spilled from his tight grip that held you upright, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” His eyes hungrily scanned your expression.

“And all for me..” The skimpy fabric hugged your physique in a way that he didn’t dare look away, you looked down at him through lidded lashes, if you knew this was how he’d react, you would have worn lingerie earlier.

Sebastian lowered you onto the floor although his hands didn’t leave you once and continued his onslaught of hickeys to your bared neck. A heated blush crawled onto your cheeks at the sensation, “Not here-! Someone might see us.”

Your request was blatantly tossed aside as he only pressed on, hands trailing from your thighs to more sensitive parts, “Big talk for someone walking around in that.” He pulled away proudly to observe the darkening marks on your neck; ever shameless, Moran doesn’t give a damn whether anyone catches sight.

Not when you’re all dolled up just for him, in fact, he dares them to look at you.

WILLIAM;

How can he resist you?

Revealing, red silk cupped your features perfectly, it was clear as day that you had no idea what filthy thoughts were racing through William’s head at the moment.

Even though his face doesn’t break its charming facade, his heart beats a little faster than usual, and is that a tint of red on his ears?

Your little showcase was slowly yet effectively testing his patience.

Liam isn’t usually a sexually frustrated person, well that was until you dragged him into your shared bed chambers to rate a few rather seductive outfits.

His crimson irises rake up and down you, admiring how irresistible you appeared, every model pose sent his mind into a blurred frenzy - the feeling of your hands balancing on his shoulders as you leaned in to ask him for his thoughts.

Your body barely grazed his and if you lent in just a little further you’d be touching him, just a little closer and he would..-

The ornamented cup of tea clinked throughout the quiet room as Liam lifted it from its porcelain plate to his parted lips. But of course this all served as a minor distraction, the main focus was you, his gaze was half hazed as the straps slid over your bare body.

He wished to rip it off of you in the very moment.

After an anticipated pause, you shyly stepped forwards, hands cusped behind your back, “What about this one..? I like the coverage but it isn’t red..” Mindless mutters cut him off before he could reply.

“You look ravishing, either way.” You blinked at his double meaning compliment, a sweet smile formed on your lips in thanks. William on the other hand was undressing you imaginatively, you were so pure.

Turning away from him, you loosened the straps holding your outfit together, hues of blush heated your cheeks as you tried to undo the bra straps but ultimately failed, “Ah-Liam could you help me with..-“ Gesturing to your situation.

Liam’s beverage had long since gone cold, placing it onto the plate, he watched you nervously saunter towards him. Your hands clasped onto his shoulders for balance whilst he skillfully unclasped your bra straps, he had done this too many times to count. He swallowed audibly.

The lingerie was only just covering you, unconsciously, he held the small of your back and lightly urged you onto his lap; you gasped as he slid the clothing off of your shoulders, his eyes wandered to your exposed assets.

“May I kiss you, darling?” William’s tone was laced with lust as you steadied yourself.

What came after was certainly more than just a kiss.

SHERLOCK;

It was a stuffy night.

and It wasn’t exactly your intention to dress up for Sherlock, it was just so unbearably warm that you simply couldn’t wear anything else.

Unbeknownst to you, the minute he sees you in such revealing clothing, you’ll be even more hot and stuffed; except this time with his cock.

It was late into the night when Sherly received a bit of a gift as he finally retired to his room. You were a sight to behold say the least - all curled up in his bedroom, dark blue fabric danced hazardously across your body.

Unlike the others, Sherlock doesn’t immediately jump to sexual conclusions, no, he admired you. How lucky was he for catching a divine being like you?

He watched your sleeping figure for a few minutes, his eyes glinted with nothing short of admiration, you were absolutely heavenly, especially in that.

Admirations soon faded into lust.

A huff escaped Sherlock as he quickened his pace towards 221B, the sky was midnight blue and the finished cigarette in his hand didn’t ease any thoughts about you. His breathe hitched upon pacing inside the silent flat, everyone was asleep.

Wasting no more time idly standing around, Sherlock started his way to your shared room; the room air was humid, the largest window was far open and you were snoozing as peaceful as ever.

However, his eyes seemed to linger on your sleeping form, but it wasn’t a surprise - your body seemed almost nude if not for the lingerie, bed covers were strewn everywhere except you and the pale moonlight shon down onto your (s/c) skin.

You tossed in your sleep, sensing another person in the room. Sherly knelt by the bed before gently cupping your face, “Now what do we have here, (n/n)?” The familiar scent of cigars and faint cologne, accompanied with his cockney accent woke you from your slumber.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you blinked at Sherlock’s smirking face, “You’re back, Sherly.” He drew a figurative line with his index finger from your neck, between your breasts, “I’m back.”

“What are you wearing at this hour?” You averted your eyes at the query, “Not that I mind.” He lent in to press a kiss to your neck, despite his vague actions - it was quite obvious to you what would occur next.

“Please be gentle, Sherly, ‘m tired.”

LOUIS (SMUT WARNING);

Contrasting this man’s modest appearance, he’s probably the most sexually active excluding Moran.

Not on his own account but because he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Have you seen yourself? He tries not to think about your body but it affirmatively fails every time you show him one of your revealing outfits.

It makes his mind go brrr, the way it cups your breasts, your thigh high socks don’t help your alibi either, by the time he’s finished with you - you’ll be a mewling mess, bite marks littering your inner thighs.

Yes he’s a biter.

But don’t worry, Louis is an absolute gentleman and awfully good at it, he’ll have you screaming in no time flat.

All that can be said is, good luck.

“I advise you to be quiet, my lady.”

A silent gasp escaped your plush lips as your head fell into the fluffy pillows, Louis’ hands pinned your legs in the air to ensure you didn’t move whilst he worked on your pretty cunt.

Lace, blue garments were pushed aside your left lip, he wanted to devour you in such an outfit that captured your complete charm. Mewls vibrated in your throat, his tongue flickered kitten laps against sensitive nerve bundles.

Despite the situation at hand, a polite smile eased his features once his teeth catch your little bud and you looked just about to pass out, all fucked out. Using one hand to spread your sopping pussy, he pressed two digits into your entrance and he almost came on the spot from how tight you were clenching.

Pushing them in a few more times, you cried out his name as your back near arches off of the bed, “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” Louis leaned in to taste more of your essence, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his lips suckle your swollen clit.

Your legs kick upwards the closer you came to the edge of release, and it wasn’t until then does he realise how hard you were cumming, “Looking so lovely…dressed up in such obscene attire..”

He pulls away breathlessly after you slowly came down from the mind blowing high, your eyes squeezed shut and body trembling. Louis gazed down at the art piece he dubbed you, lightly pecking your forehead, how sinfully gorgeous..

“As you were, my lady.”

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neontokyoo · 1 year

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Hiiiii! Can't get enough of your writing, you're very talented! How about 80 and 84 with William, who came home late in the night after another mission only to find out that his wife's been taken to maternity hospital? Tysm in advance! <3

Ask and you shall receive. I'm glad you enjoy my writing!

Pairing: William James Moriarty x Reader

Prompts: 80, 84

Summary: You go into labor but your husband is absent and the responsibilities are passed on to his brothers.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy

As you lay in bed, thriving in pain, you couldn't help but think of William, your beloved husband. He was out on another mission,, one that could take days to return from, and you couldn't help but worry. The two of you have been eagerly awaiting the arrival of your first child, and you found yourself worrying about if your husband would miss the birth or not.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down a bit. You had to stay strong. For the baby and your husband. After a few moments, you heard a knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Y/N," the voice called. "It's me, Albert. May I come in?"

You gave him a weak answer as the door flew open, and it didn't take him very long at all to realize what was going on.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," he assured you. "I'll send a letter to William letting him know what's going on."

You smiled as the pain intensified and Albert left the room to go get Louis.

They did all they could to make sure you were comfortable, bringing in a bowl of warm water and a towel to ease the pain. They took turns rubbing your back and holding your hand as you went through the contractions.

As the hours passed, the pain became more intense. You could hear the brothers whispering to each other, trying to decide what to do next.

"We need to get a doctor here. It's too risky to do this on our own." Albert spoke after what seemed like forever.

You nodded in agreement, grateful for their level-headedness. They quickly dispatched a bird with a letter to William, letting him know what was happening.

After sending the letter, Louis went to go get a doctor while Albert stayed with you to make sure everything was all right.

When Louis came back with help, the doctor set everything up and checked your progress while the brothers stayed at your side.

The labor was long and painful, but finally, you heard the cries of your baby. You let out a deep sigh of relief and closed your eyes, feeling exhausted but overjoyed.

As you held your baby for the first time, you felt a surge of love and gratitude for the Moriarty brothers. They had been there for you when you needed them the most, and you knew that you could count on them no matter what.

As the sun rose, William arrived, looking tired but relieved to see you and the baby safe and sound. You could see the worry etched on his face as he looked at you and the baby, and you couldn't help but smile.

"It's over," you whispered, holding out your arms to him. "We're a family now."

William smiled back, his eyes full of love and pride. He took the baby from you, cradling her gently in his arms.

"Welcome to the world, my little one," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

You looked on, feeling grateful for the love and support of your husband and his brothers. You knew that you had made the right choice in marrying William James Moriarty, and you were excited to start your new life as a family.

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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His Home

Summary: What home means to William James Moriarty.

Pairings and Characters: William James Moriarty X Reader; Louis, Albert, Fred, Sebastian, Bond, Jack, Sherlock, and John.

Notes: I missed these characters, so I wanted to write about them again. Also rewatching the anime, and the moments with Louis just hits me in the feels. ☺️🥺🌺

· Home to William James Moriarty was the simple enjoyment he found in everyday life.

· The joy that he found from the teas and omelets that his brother, Louis, made him.

· It was the stories and the drinks William shared with his brother, Albert.

· It was the chaos that Sebastian brought to the family as he and Bond got into their spats.

· It was the freshly placed flowers that Fred would place in the living room after he tended to the garden.

· It was as Bond would advise them on proper skincare techniques.

· It was the way Jack would still clean up after them even though he didn’t need to.

· It was the way Sherlock would be his loud self despite the people around him.

· The way John would be exasperated with his partner.

· And…

· It was in the way you smiled at him, and the way he could imagine a life with you.

· Home to William James Moriarty was the one he made with his family.

Williams feels are as strong as ever. 🌺🌸

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vyloy · 1 year

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Albert x reader dubcon pls :)))))

Albert James Moriarty

╰┈➤tw: dub-con, sub bottom male reader, kidnapping.

"Sherlock, you really have to focus on getting rid of *them*!", you say, a bit irritated due to how distracted he has been these past couple of months, it was all because of this one individual, William James Moriarty, an interesting fellow, although you have done your homework on him and his brothers, you weren't able to discover anything weird about them other than the fact they all made it out of a burning mansion with each other and nobody else, odd but not odd enough to tip you off. "I am! Just let me figure this out...And you're one to talk when you're always distracted by the brunette anyways", he says, not even turning around to face you, you were offended but couldnt deny the fact you've been interested in Albert but you've always focused on finding the brothers unlike Sherlock who has been focusing so much time on reading the newspapers about the crime lord or whatever, you understand it's important but not as important as the Moriartys quite literally sending a letter addressing the both of you, "Sherlock Holmes, we need to go", you say sternly, grabbing your coat and heading out in the dead of night, knowing Sherlock would follow you sooner or later.

Walking down the streets of London, you could hear the crawing of crows, really odd, they never craw unless there's danger-

Just as you were thinking about it, a dark figure runs past the alleyway beside you, you pause, realizing you should have never came out at might, especially not alone, you tried to brush it off, showing no fear as you walked back to the apartment, just as you were about to arrive safely, someone grabs you from behind, "Hey!-", "shh, be quiet if you will", the very much familiar voice hushes you, you try to remember whose voice it belongs to but fail to remember and just remain quiet. After a couple minutes of just standing there quietly, not making a sound, not that you could make much, the hand covering your mouth would muffle any sound you would make - the mysterious voice lets go of you, setting you free, you turn to look at the person and found a pair of green eyes staring back at you, "My apologies Mr L/n for having to cover your mouth like that, we couldn't have you screaming", "we?", just as you asked the question, you black out, probably due to the drug that was on Albert's gloves.

When you awoke, you were in a luxurious room, definitely more luxurious than what you could ever afford. You examined the room, still processing what had just happened and also trying to figure out whose manor you were in, it wasn't too hard to figure out it was the Moriarty's due to Albert being the last person you saw before passing out cold. You get up and walk around, examining things closer, of course you checked the windows first, removing the curtains and seeing if you could escape, unfortunately the windows are barred up in a way you wouldn't be able to escape even if you tried. You then checked the desk across from the bed, an ink pen, a few papers and also a candle were placed neatly ontop of said desk, making it look clean, 'this room is extravagant...', you thought to yourself, almost forgetting the fact that you were kidnapped, you shook your head and regained your composure, a knock on the door catches your attention as you quickly ran to the bed, pretending to still be asleep and hoping whoever walks in won't realize. "Hm?", a man's voice is heard, footsteps slowly walking beside the bed, "still asleep..?", he whispers to himself and not a moment later, footsteps are walking further and further away from you and the door is shut. As you thought you were in the clear, you opened your eyes, getting up, only to see Albert still standing in the room, a smile on his face as he notices your 'now awake' figure, "good evening Mr L/n", his smile stays the same as his head tilts a bit towards the left.

5 days have passed since you first arrived at the manor, the food has been exceptionally good, everything was set up in a way you could still enjoy yourself despite being kidnapped. It was now night time, you were reading a book and writing down some important things to do after you get out as Albert sits beside you, much of his attention is towards you. Suddenly, you hear someone entering the manor, as they speak, you can hear that it's clearly Sherlock, it seems Albert also heard as he is nervously fidgeting his fingers, "Y/n, forgive me", was all he says before grabbing your wrist, smudging your hand writing and pushes you onto the bed, "Albert?", you say in a confusing voice, why would he even push you onto the bed? "Do cooperate", he says before suddenly attacking your neck, licking it before biting down, "ACK!?", you try pushing him off but he's too strong, "shh", he says, still leaning on your neck, his nose brushing up against your neck gets you flustered, "Albert..! stop this!", you try to yell at him but his hand covers your mouth, muffling any sound from you, you eventually give up trying to fight back, hearing voices getting near the room, you try your best to stay quiet as Albert continues to mark your neck, "I heard some voices from here", "that was probably your imagination, please take your business downstairs, it is very impolite to barge into someone's room", you hear the voices of Sherlock and William, they seem to be fighting even if they're not raising their voices. The handle shakes, making your heart drop for a second but then you realized it's locked and the footsteps start fading into the distance. Albert finally looks at you, "did that scare you?", not knowing how to put it into words, you simply nod. Thinking this was over, you tried getting up, only to be blocked by Albert's body, his hand grabbing your wrist as you try to hit him, "my apologies but you're simply too delectable", was all he said before pushing you down yet again, undoing his tie with a smirk on his face.

"O-oh, good evening!", you stutter and blush a bit, embarrassed as you were caught in the act. Albert walks towards the bed, sitting on the bed and he apologizes, "I am very sorry to have to inconvenience you, I'm sure you and Mr Holmes have figured it out by now that...", he lets you finish the sentence, "that the Moriartys are the ones behind the lord of crime", "precisely", "that still doesn't explain why you kidnapped me all of a sudden", you demanded an answer, why would they keep YOU locked up and not Sherlock?, "It's obvious Mr Holmes cares for you but it's also obvious he'll do anything to stop my brother from doing the ultimate sacrifice, we need you to be a distraction as we can't allow our plan to be ruined", "so I'm a hostage?", "emm, if you put it like that..", he smiles nervously, not knowing what to say as you have figured out what he was trying to sugarcoat, "how long will i be held hostage?", "until the plan succeeds, at least a week and a half", "alright, you won't harm him in any way, right?", you ask with an intimidating expression, enough to make Albert a little more nervous, "we won't", "alright then, i'm okay with this, if you keep your promise".

With him being stronger, you had a hard time resisting against his lust but you would be lying if you said you didnt enjoy it even a bit, "A-Albert stop", "I'm sorry but i don't think i'll be able to, darling", as that nickname left his mouth, you melted a bit, the way he said it was full of lust, so inviting. The two of you were now so lost in lust, you couldn't even think anymore, did you want this? You had no answer to that question, too lost in the moment, "Y/n...please cry my name", he says just as he enters you, making you scream a bit, it was so sudden, you never even realized he had prepared you with his fingers just a few moments ago, your mind was just blank, "Albert..stop, stop this!", you cried out, you still took him so well, your hole just so tight around his cock, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, your hole was inviting him, your cock dribbling with pre-cum, "please..", you continue to moan, not caring if others could hear your noises, this felt so wrong, having sex with your kidnapper, with the man involved in a string of murders and disappearances.

His voice was angelic, even if he was a demon right now, his moans were delicate, his groans were turning you on more than you'd like to admit, "It'll be okay, we'll be together", is the only thing he says before pumping your hole full of his cum, with just a few more thrusts, you also came, your chest full of cum and so was your hole, "A-Albert...", was all you said, you start to feel a bit light headed, Albert was there to support you, he pulls out and watches his cum seeping out of your hole, you were so full of his seed, "I'll show you so much more, stay with me Y/n".

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Been so busy these past few days, i keep saying i'm busy but it's true i promise😭 my s/o's birthday was a few days ago and i prepared so many stuff i felt like i would pass out

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yukitomybeloved · 9 months

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Having a crush is the most disgusting cringy sweetest painful most joyful thing you’ll ever experience in your life

I haven’t been this miserably happy in years

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fiyaakiko · 10 months

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My beautiful boy~ I love him siwiqiwhshsbjqj

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rayne-astrophile · 4 months

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William James Moriarty x Fem! Dazai! Reader

I've never found any yuumori x bsd reader so i guess i have to make one myself 😀

• you are dazai's adopted sister, a year older than him

• unlike your brother, you are quieter and more bearable than him. You like to read a lot, and your mind speaks more than your lips. You are more of a silent genius than an idiot genius. However, while talking, people can catch how similar you and dazai's playful tone are whenever you tease people.

• you are not manipulative like dazai, but you can be if you want. When you're on a mission, you like to take it seriously as you'd love to finish them immediately to continue reading.

• you also find things amusing like dazai does, you grew up together after all. Your attitude can be a copy of him whenever you want, and sometimes you have Ranpo's attitude.

• the first time you meet william is in Noahtic arc

• you are walking with your brother when you stop and observe the spiral staircase. You notice the blonde man who is staring at the stairs too, but you have no reason to talk, so you don't

• then, you hear the girls mention the blonde near you, asking another man to guess his occupation

• you observe them silently, and you have to admit, the two men catch your interest

• the blonde one especially, he awfully reminds you of your suicidal brother. Not his attitude, but his vibe and observations when he deducts things about the detective; you find out

• that's when your brother returns from who-knows-how-far-he-had-gone-until-he-realises-you-are-missing

"How fun~" dazai cooes as he stands behind Sherlock. "How about you try to guess my occupation too?"

To say that Sherlock is shocked is an understatement. The way he flinches and immediately turns around makes you chuckle.

"Since when----" the detective cuts himself off as he looks at your brother up and down. After a while, he scrunches his eyebrows.

Dazai sings, "Can't figure it out, Mr. Detective?" He turns to the blonde as you watch in amusement. "What about you, Professor?"

Sherlock frowns even more and asks, "How did you know my occupation?" Dazai smiles at him. "It's obvious. Only detectives play guessing games and get everything right."

"How about this man then? He's not a detective, but he got his guess right." One of the girls mutters as she looks at the blonde noble.

Dazai smiles and walks closer to him. "He's a special case. He simply finds this game amusing and wants to try himself. He is quite an observant, I may say. Solving and making problems must be your hobbies, hm?" He whispers the last sentence after he leans in towards the noble.

You can see how the poor blonde tenses. Seems like dazai figures something out, huh?

Dazai's sentence has two meanings. One, solving and making mathematics problems are one of the small things william likes.

Two, solving and making problems for society.

Dazai leans back and grins, "Anyways!" He walks towards you, and that's when the scarlet eyes lock with yours. "Since you can't figure something out about me, how about trying to deduct my sister instead?" He grabs your shoulders and pushes you towards the small group.

Sherlock observes you up and down as he hums. "You also stopped to stare at the spiral staircase.. but out of pure curiosity." He narrows his eyes. "I... can't find anything."

Sherlock admits his defeat. Dazai sighs in disappointment as he shakes his head. "Too bad, Ranpo-san is still the best detective."

"Ranpo... as if, Ranpo Edogawa?" The blonde asks you, as you are closer to him. "Ah, I see you read the newspaper, huh?" You smile at him.

"You're talking about him like you're quite close.. are both of you perhaps his colleagues?"

"Ding ding!" Dazai sings, "You got that right, Professor!" He claps his hands amusedly.

"No way! Both of you are detectives too?!" Sherlock exclaims in bewilderment. You simply laugh, "He told you that only detectives play guessing games and get it right, didn't he?" You add. "And geniuses."

Dazai chuckles before he speaks. "That was entertaining, gentlemen. Now, if you excuse us, we'd like to take our leave." He bows politely.

"Wait," Sherlock stops him from dragging you away. "What are your names?"

Both of you smile,

"Dazai. Dazai Osamu."

"Dazai Y/n. We'll see you again," you end with a small bow before dazai drags you away.

"...he's more than just a professor, isn't he?" You ask as your brother nods. "Yep."

• the next time you meet is on the train, where a murder occurs.

• you were accompanying ranpo when chaos happens.

• both of you nonchalantly walk into the crime scene when sherlock and william are investigating.

"Lestrade," ranpo calls out calmly, making the male flinch. He gestures to him to move away, which he unconsciously did.

Firstly, how'd he know his name? Secondly, why is he here, in the crime scene?

"Excuse me," you say politely. "And please excuse Ranpo-san's behaviour," you smile sheepishly.

"Ranpo? The greatest detective from Japan?!" He exclaims in shock, earning both sherlock and william's attention.

They turn to look at the door, just the moment ranpo enters, with you following behind him. His eyes keep closed as he hums and walks closer to the victim, William retreats himself to give the shorter but older male a way.

He stops beside you, and asks. "Is he going to solve the case?" You don't turn to look at him, your eyes are glued on ranpo. "If it's him, he will either solve it himself or wait for you and Mr. Detective to solve it just for fun." You mutter softly.

"I already got the culprit." Ranpo says nonchalantly as sherlock looks at him, flabbergasted. He turns to you, his eyes slowly open, revealing his beautiful emerald orbs that remind william of albert's. "Y/n, gather all the crew members."

You smile and nod your head as sherlock protests. "Wait! This is supposed to be mine and liam's case to solve!" Ranpo closes his eyes back and looks at the other detective. "Both of you will take more time than needed. It's better to solve it now, or the culprit will manage to get rid of the evidence." Sherlock clicks his tongue at that.

After gathering the crew members, ranpo observes every one of them before pointing at a member who is wearing glasses.

"You." He calls out. "Show me your hand." The glasses man steps forward and takes off his bloody gloves, revealing a wound on each hand.

Lestrade lets out a frustrated sigh as he runs a hand through his hair. He thought ranpo was calling out to the culprit.

"In 60 seconds, explain to me with detail how you got those wounds." Ranpo ordered, catching everyone off guard.

Why are they wasting time here? Shouldn't he tell them who the culprit is already?

"I-I hurt myself while working with my gloves still on.. I still haven't got them treated..."

Ranpo hums, and sherlock is ready to choke that crew member until the shorter male speaks again.

"That's not the right answer," he mutters. "I asked how you got that wound. I didn't ask why your gloves are bloody,"

"?!"

"You expected us to ask about your gloves, so you prepared for that. Because of that reason, whatever question that I ask, you will immediately explain why your gloves are bloody. I gave you 60 seconds to explain and it stresses your mind, which leads to you not being prepared, and resulting in you giving a different excuse from the question. I psychologically tricked your mind," he says proudly as the crew member grits his teeth.

"I---!"

"If you still want to deny it, then explain the blood splattered on your glasses." Ranpo finishes and the culprit gasps, immediately glancing at his glasses. "I'm pretty sure it's not your blood."

The crew member trembles, "I-I didn't plan to kill him... i-it was an accident....!" Lestrade approaches him, "Tell that in the police station."

Unexpectedly, the culprit runs and attempts to escape as he pushes the others away.

"Y/n!" Ranpo mutters as you nod your head. "Got it!" You sprint to the culprit as your right hand makes a certain move, and a golden thread wraps around the man, tying him as you grab his arm and push him down.

Your ability, Thread of Life, where you can form a coloured thread that is unbreakable. Golden thread is for the physical body, and red ones are when you need to touch people's inner soul. There are so many others, but we don't have time to explain all that.

As lestrade catches the culprit and puts handcuffs on him, you fiddle your fingers and the golden thread disappears.

Ability is quite a basic knowledge, but it is still surprising to see with his own eyes. You caught his attention back on Noahtic, and now william is more interested in you.

"Ne, y/n, what's the record?" Ranpo asks, leaning towards you as you look at your wrist watch. "15 minutes," you mutter as he groans. "Could've done better." You chuckle and pat his head, "You did a great job, ranpo-san. I'll give you some candies later."

That manages to lighten up his mood.

Until a certain blonde approaches you, along with his brother. "If you don't mind, may we join you, miss dazai?" William asks, hand on his chest as you look at him.

You smile at the blonde and his brother. "Sure, i don't see why not." You nod your head as they take a seat. "And please, call me y/n. Dazai is my brother," william nods his head.

Ranpo observes him up and down before standing up. "I'm bored, so i'm gonna piss that detective off." He says, referring to sherlock as he walks away, leaving you alone with the two blondes.

William smiles as he locks his eyes with you. "Nice to see you again, miss y/n. I see that your brother is not here," he says politely as you shake your head. "Unfortunately, he's on a different mission. Do you want to see him?"

William shakes his head, "Oh no, not really." He rests his head on his palm as his arm rests on the table. "To be honest, i'd like to know more about you. If you don't mind, of course."

You already caught his interest before, and he's not ashamed to admit it. If it means to get to know you, he doesn't mind being shameless.

You smile, "Of course, I don't mind. Only if you return the favour," you take out your handkerchief before handing it to him. "Before that, you should stitch your finger first." Oh, how amusing you are in his eyes.

Of course, he catches your interest too. His intelligence, his politeness... especially his scarlet eyes, that remind you of the blood on your palms back in your mafia era.

• let's just say that you become friends.

• louis seems fine with you getting close to his brother.

• however, you still need to remember the reason why you come to london. The whole agency will be coming, too. Soon, or later.

• why? The queen herself asked for their assistance to handle this lord of crime.

• but you can't possibly admit that, can you?

• especially when they are right in front of you.

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ranposbabe · 4 months

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Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 10

Question after question after question.

Yet you wouldn’t receive any answers.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that you could only have the courage to think about them and not even consider whispering them let alone saying them aloud for others to hear.

You definitely won’t find answers here that’s for certain. So far you hadn’t been successful but then again up till now u weren’t actively searching for the truth due to shock. You’re still in shock of course but it is evident that it’s beginning to numbing. There’s no one to confide in. Even if there was you weren’t sure of who or even where to find them.

Either way you knew it wasn’t a pub or a market.

There’s nothing here in the manor that will solve it. That was proven rather quicker when you first met William rather upbrutly. You’re just glad the situation hasn’t been brought up since. Come to think of it you were also glad you hadn’t seen Albert of late since you did in fact finish his bottle of wine that night. You didn’t even consider how expensive it was.

But you were desperate and where can desperate people find answers when they no longer have access to a phone ?

Books. “I know !” You practically jump up from the small bed.

“I’ll pay William a visit !”

From what you understood, William is a mathematician. Of course maths couldn’t help you get anywhere but a university must have books in other fields of subjects. Maybe just maybe you’d find something small to help guide you on your way. But as you managed to find yourself there you couldn’t help but look all around you to stare on in awe.

It was so different compared to your own personal experience in education.

Well obviously, it wasn’t like you ever attended the university of Durham but still.

People were walking around rather cheerfully in groups chatting loud as the rarely bright sun shined down on all. An atmosphere you’ve never really experienced before. The architecture also slightly threw you off. From what you remembered from your time buildings like this were extremely old and new buildings were plain and simple, practically dull compared to the old ones.

But how were you suppose to find the library if you couldn’t run into every single room of the building ? It would only take a matter of time before you’d be recognised as a trespasser. “Come on lads !” You hear from near you in the courtyard.

You were quick to run around a corner, making sure to not be noticed.

Hiding behind a wall, you peek around to only spot a young student walking towards two other students, looking rather eager.

“We have professor Moriarty’s class soon !”

Your eyes widen at their words. You were quick to follow them from a distance. You watched on as the students walked into you assumed a classroom.

But just as they walked in they were quick to leave again. You assume maybe they had time until class started so they simply left they’re belonging in the room so they could go continue freely about for however long. You took slow steps into the empty classroom, simply blown away at the sight. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but definitely not this.

The room was too enormous to process, you struggled to believe this was a genuine classroom.

Even when you timidly walked upon the high steps onto the balcony, you couldn’t believe the quality of the room.

Your fingers run against the wooden bannister. Of course as you sat down there was now only one thing to do.

Sleep.

As some time passed your eyes begin to flutter and your senses heighten at the sound of chatter. You nearly gasped when you realised. The class was currently taking place. When you looked down you could only stare on at the sight of William teaching seemingly a dozen students.

Maybe it was near the end of the class ? You hoped it was. You did contemplate just simply walking out but you were quick to realise the room was filled with just young men and you would stick out like a sore thumb if you left now.

But you couldn’t help but wonder how did no one notice you at all ? You were sat at the very back off on the side where you’d actually stand out more so were no students bored of this class ?

You were and you’re not even a student.

There was no way that William was teaching that good that no student of his was bored ? Was he ?

Even when you squint your eyes to no avail, you still couldn’t make out what was on the board. He looked so…confident. In himself. He didn’t speak quietly and his voice wasn’t demanding yet it was clear and from what you could tell just by peering at the students even though some seemed tired they all listened and watched William like a hawk.

For a moment you could only lay your head in your arms in defeat as you realised that you were stuck here.

You didn’t really think about him having that effect on others. William had his back turned to the students as he wrote an equation on the board.

“And perhaps even then-

William for once mistakenly looked up to his right just at the exact moment you raised your head from your strained arms. It was as if time has frozen as you both locked eyes with one another. His eyes squinting up at you while your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

Just like that William finished the class and as students began to pack up to leave you were rather quick to look away and avoid those unreal eyes staring you down.

William acknowledged all students before they left the room and you hoped that he would soon follow. He did not.

“So you really are a professor ?” You ask, gripping onto your long skirt hoping William didn’t notice the slight trip in your step as you carefully made your way down. He did. “Did you assume I was being dishonest about my occupation ?”

He asked, placing his hands behind his back as if he were still teaching like the professional that he is.

“I though you were just covering up for another job, I don’t know.” You simply shrug, briefly turning back to look around the huge room.

Of course, you missed the slight smirk evident on Williams face that was wiped away as soon as you faced him again. “I thought Louis had you doing chores this morning ?” Williams ask, gathering the dozen sheets of paper left on his desk. “He did ! He even wrote me a list but I left before I even started.” You smirk proudly. You weren’t even going to deny it.

Instead of walking by William’s side you opted for just simply following behind him like a lost puppy. Although you managed to get to the university with no problems, as the evening grew late and the sky began to darken you weren’t completely sure how to find your way back.

Minutes go by walking in silence with no conversation taking place between the two of you. You partly did want to indulge yourself in small talk but yet the words simply didn’t come out of your mouth. But even peeking a glance at William’s face he didn’t seem that keen on the idea either. Maybe he had a rough day ? Were his lessons really that short or was it cut short because of you ?

Yeah, silence was the better option.

But silence didn’t last long as you heard William greeting someone, you looked up to the sight of William speaking happily to Louis. You wonder if maybe they always met up on the way home.

You look around from behind William giving Louis a little wave all the while he simply returns a raised brow along with a scoff. There was a part of you that thought if the others had noticed you had left, in particular you were curious about Louis. But by a simple glance at the annoyance that shined through his glasses you guessed he somehow anticipated you once again leaving.

Although maybe he wasn’t anticipating your return ? It was evident now.

Maybe you shouldn’t sneak out anymore.

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temporaryrose200 · 1 year

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Hello sweetie! How are you? Firstly, let me tell you that your blog aesthetic is simply ✨awesome✨

I'd like to request headcannons/oneshot (whatever you prefer) with William J. Moriarty, having a relaxing bath with his fem! s/o.

Thank you very much, have a good day

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✩Lavender✩

✟pairing: William James Moriarty x Fem Reader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: No use of Y/N, Not proof read

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

✟a/n:Hello I’m doing really good and thank you! I really love Renaissance paintings and just aesthetically pleasing blogs:) Anyway sorry, this took sooooo long. I’ve just had no will to write things much for the past few months. This request tho was really fun to write after months of writer’s block. Hope you enjoy<3

Hearing the door creek open, William looked up from his paperwork, watching as he saw your head peek out from behind the wooden door. Upon entering William’s office, you strolled over to where your husband sat. “And what can I do for my lovely wife?” your husband questioned with one of his charming smiles that would make any woman swoon over him.

William had been very busy these past few weeks, from going to social events, working at the university, and his other job…So after growing tired of waiting for your husband to finally be available, you took matters into your own hands.

Placing both your hands upon William’s shoulders you began slowly massaging. Feeling how tense the man in front of you was, a pout makes its way on your face. “My dear, you’re so tense” you gasped, placing a hand over your ‘frown’. “Why don’t you take a break?”

Gazing down at the unfinished paperwork, William thought for a moment. It couldn’t be so bad taking a small break and anyway, how could he say no to his darling Wife? Not when you’re staring at him with your doe eyes. “I suppose I could take a small break,” William muttered but it was loud enough for you to hear it. Joy overtook your body and you couldn’t help but let out a squeal of excitement.

Wrapping an arm around your husband’s neck, you couldn’t help but pepper kisses on his cheek. William sat there with a pleasant smile, marvelling at the affection. Moving towards the blonde man’s ear, he could feel the outline of a smirk against his skin. “How about we have a bath” you suggested.

With a raised eyebrow William turned to you, a viable smile making its way on his lips. “We?” Your husband repeated, seeing if he heard what you said was right. Once William saw you nod to his question he stood up from his comfy leather chair. “Well then” William started, clapping his hands together, your husband giving you one of his closed eye smiles. “Lead the way my dear.” You didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing William’s arm, you lead the man down the corridors of the manor towards the bathroom, that you had set up only 5 minutes ago.

Opening the door, William was met with the relaxing scent of lavender. Feeling the stress of the day being washed away and replaced with tranquility. Scented candles flickered in the corners of the room and scarlet rose floated in the warm watered tub. Guiding William into the bathroom, shutting the door while doing so, you strolled over to a bucket. Hearing the sound of rattling of ice, William knew exactly what was going to be inside the mystery bucket. Spinning around to face your husband, you held two empty wine glasses and the bucket with an wine bottle sticking out. Picking up the bottle, William began observing it. “45 year old red wine, good choice my dear” he smiled, handing you back the wine.

It was finally time to get undressed and unwind in the sweet scented bath.

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rosesrflo · 1 year

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Hi dear! I saw that one of the annons requested Sebastian, Sherlock, William and Louis how would they react to seeing y/n in a lingerie. So, I wanted to request how would Albert react seeing y/n wearing a lingerie 👀

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Feats; Albert James Moriarty x f!reader (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut

Desc; IN WHICH Albert takes you out to spoil you with gifts, one of them being lingerie; what was once a harmless shopping spree will eventually turn into something more..heated.

A/N; Hi! I’m sorry this took ages to write up, I’ve been caught up in a lot of work and stuff recently, writing sexual themes isn’t my forte either (I actually struggle with it a lot) but I hope you enjoy! 💌

As we all know, Albert is 99.9% sugar daddy.

He will spoil the shii out of you if you’re someone he holds dear.

Luckily for you, you’re one of them, aside his brothers of course:

But you’re special, if you ask him to buy one outfit, he’ll buy the entire store - you liked that specific meal? He brought the restaurant. He’s just that rich and that dedicated to you.

He would do anything you asked of him.

You hypnotized him with your personality, your habits and gorgeous looks. Every sultry smirk, fluttering eyes and teasing touches gets him riled up real fast.

In addition to this, he also loves to dress you up.

Albert will take you to the best of tailors, he’d spend hours upon hours watching you twirl and pose in pretty outfits specifically made for his eyes and his eyes only.

Your skin on display, the clothing only a decoration, an accompaniment to the real beauty. You, your body. He’ll place you on a figurative pedestal once he catches a glimpse of you in lingerie.

God who? All Albert knows now is (y/n) (l/n).

It was actually originally his idea for you to wear it, he just wasn’t prepared enough to face your gorgeousness, is literally blown away.

You’re a goddess in his eyes, but watch out - he’s been eyeing you for a while now and I bet he’s ready to take a taste of you…

“Albert! Please don’t be so rude to the tailors, they’re the ones fitting our outfits, you know?” You lightly scolded your lover for shooing the tailor out after quote on quote ‘eyeing you for too long.’ In other words, he had threatened to fire the tailor whilst pulling your lingerie clad body close to his.

Your words seemed to go into one ear and pass out the other, he didn’t so much as blink. Emerald hues flickered up and down your figure, his mouth was parted slightly and his hands seemed to tighten on your hips. It took a while until you realised the exact position you were in, and how hungry Albert looked.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you swatted away his excuses, “No excuses mister-“

“(y/n).”

He spoke your name like you were a celestial being, honey slithered into his tone, successfully masking his silver tongue. “-Apologise this instance, the poor man looked petrified-“

“(y/n).”

Albert clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in amusement, you continued to disregard him, “-He probably has a family, if he loses his job, he won’t be able to-“ The brunette pursed his lips, softly yet firmly forced you to look him in the eye - using his thumb and index finger, hooking under your chin and raising it.

“(y/n).”

The rant weakened, eventually trailing off the longer you gazed into his vixen guise, “..Yes.?” And just like that, your five senses heightened painfully; you couldn’t see past Albert’s handsome features, you were so close to him you could smell a whiff of expensive cologne, his voice rang smoothly in your ears and you grew aware of his hands roaming your body.

As for taste, well you’d have hoped you would get a bite soon enough.

“You look…entrancing in that outfit.” True to his word, Albert was absolutely captivated.

You giggled at his faltering voice, lifting your head to press a slow kiss on his neck, “You’re not all that bad yourself, sir.” Albert quietly groaned upon hearing your suggestive tone, cornering you against the nearest wall of the changing room. He slid a knee just below your groin.

His mouth found yours, catching you in a heated make out session, the pads of his fingertips pressed on your waist-

“Uh-C-Count Moriarty..? Are you finished in there yet?”

The tailor called out the two of you, breaking you apart along with the sensual mood. Crouching under his arm and making your great escape, you began putting a more mature outfit on - Albert yelled back a frustrated confirmation.

You almost burst out laughing at his face, “Let’s finish this off at home, shall we?”

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neontokyoo · 11 months

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Let's Talk About Marriage (Full)

"Let's talk about murder. Did I say murder? I meant to say marriage. But, you know, they're quite similar procedures when you think about it. The participants tend to know each other, it's over when one of them's dead. In fairness, though, murder is much quicker."

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Prompts: 93

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): none

As the wedding day approaches, you can feel your nerves getting worse. You are about to marry the brilliant detective Sherlock Holmes, and while you love him more than anything in the world, the thought of standing in front of so many people and making such a huge commitment is almost too much to bear.

You've been up all night, trying to calm yourself down and get some sleep, but it's no use. You're too wound up, too anxious, and too terrified of what's to come.

As you sit in the bridal room, surrounded by your closest friends and family, you feel a wave of panic wash over you. Ms. Hudson and Mary Watson are there with you, trying to help you calm down. They're both incredibly supportive, but you can tell they're worried about you.

Ms. Hudson brings you a cup of tea, while Mary rubs your back and talks to you in a soothing voice.

"It's okay, love," she says. "You're going to be amazing. You and Sherlock are meant to be together. Just take some deep breaths and relax."

You try to do as she says, but it's hard. Your heart is racing, your palms are sweaty, and you feel like you're about to pass out. You can't believe you're having a panic attack on your wedding day, but you can't seem to stop it.

Ms. Hudson notices your distress and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Let's focus on something else, shall we? How about we get you dressed and ready to walk down the aisle? Mycroft will be here soon to walk you down."

You nod, grateful for the distraction. As you start getting ready, you feel the panic start to subside. Putting on your dress and veil, you feel like you're putting on armour, ready to face whatever comes your way.

Ms. Hudson and Mary help you with your makeup and hair, making you look beautiful and radiant. They're both so skilled at what they do, and you feel lucky to have them on your side.

As you're finishing up, Mycroft Holmes arrives. He's dressed in a sleek suit, looking every bit the distinguished older brother of Sherlock. He greets you with a smile and a nod, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you.

"Shall we?" he says, holding out his arm for you.

You take a deep breath and nod. It's time to face the music.

As you walk down the aisle, you feel a sense of awe wash over you. The church is filled with people, all here to celebrate your love for Sherlock. You can feel their eyes on you, but you try to focus on the man waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

Sherlock looks handsome and dashing in his suit, and as he sees you approach, his face lights up with a smile. You feel your heart skip a beat, and you know that this is where you belong.

As you reach the end of the aisle, Mycroft hands you over to Sherlock. You take his hand, and together you turn to face the crowd.

"You look quite lovely today, my dear," Sherlock says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I could say the same about you," you reply, smiling up at him.

You turn to face the celebrant, who begins the ceremony.

The celebrant speaks of love, of commitment, of the beauty of finding someone who completes you. You listen to her words, feeling their truth resonate deep within you. You think of all the times Sherlock has been there for you, of all the moments you've shared together, of all the love you've given and received.

When it's time for your vows, you take a deep breath and look into Sherlock's eyes. You know that these words will bind you together forever, and you want to make them count.

You begin, your voice strong and clear. "Sherlock, I promise to love you with every fiber of my being, to cherish you, to support you, and to be your partner in all things. I vow to be there for you through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live."

Sherlock takes his turn, his voice deep and steady. "My dearest love, I vow to love you more deeply every day, to support you, to cherish you, and to make you laugh. I promise to be there for you in all things, through all of life's ups and downs. I vow to love you for all eternity."

The celebrant asks for the rings, and you exchange them, feeling their weight on your fingers. They're a symbol of your love, a reminder that you're bound together for all time.

When the celebrant pronounces you husband and wife, you feel a sense of joy and relief wash over you. You turn to face the crowd, your hearts full of love and gratitude.

After the ceremony, the wedding party and guests move to the reception hall, which is elegantly decorated with strings of twinkling lights, soft candlelight, and beautiful floral arrangements in shades of purple and white. As you and Sherlock enter the room, the crowd erupts into applause, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride and happiness.

The band strikes up a lively tune, and you and Sherlock take to the dance floor for your first dance as a married couple. As you sway to the music, you feel like you're in a dream, surrounded by the people you love most in the world.

As the night wears on, the guests enjoy a sumptuous feast of fine food and wine, served by attentive waiters and waitresses. There's a sense of warmth and joy in the air, and you can see that everyone is having a wonderful time.

Ms. Hudson and Mary Watson come up to you, smiling and congratulating you on your marriage. They both look stunning in their dresses, and you're grateful to have them by your side on this special day.

The speeches begin, with Sherlock's brother Mycroft delivering a heartfelt tribute to the newlyweds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Sherlock and y/n," he began. "I am Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother and best man, and it is my honour to offer a few words on this special occasion."

Mycroft paused as he looked at his brother. "As a young boy, Sherlock was always a bit of an oddity. He didn't quite fit in with the other children, preferring to spend his time lost in thought or solving puzzles. He was always a bit of a loner, but he never seemed to mind. He was content with his own company, and he was always so fiercely independent. But then y/n came along, and everything changed. Suddenly, there was someone who could match wits with him, someone who could keep up with his quick mind and sharp tongue. She challenged him in ways that no one else ever had, and he fell in love with her for it."

He turned to look at you with a small smile on his face. "Y/n, I have to say that I wasn't quite sure what to make of you at first. Sherlock has always been so difficult to read, and I wasn't sure if you were the right person for him. But as I got to know you better, I realized that you were exactly what he needed. You're strong, intelligent, and fiercely independent in your own right. You're the perfect match for him, and I couldn't be happier that you're now part of our family."

Now he was looking at the both of you. "Sherlock, my dear brother, I have to say that I'm proud of you. You've always been so difficult to read, so aloof and distant, but seeing you with y/n has been a revelation. I've seen a side of you that I never knew existed, a tender and caring side that's reserved just for her. You've grown so much as a person since she came into your life, and I know that you will continue to grow together as a couple."

Mycroft picked up his wine glass, holding it in the air. "So I raise my glass to the happy couple, to Sherlock and y/n, and wish them a lifetime of happiness and adventure together. May your lives be filled with love, laughter, and the occasional mystery to solve. Cheers!"

You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as Mycroft concludes his speech, and the guests raise their glasses in a toast to the happy couple.

As the night wears on and the reception begins to wind down, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. It's been a long day, but everything has gone off without a hitch, and you're grateful for the love and support of everyone around you.

"Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world," Sherlock says, his voice soft and tender.

"You make me happy too," you reply, your heart swelling with love for this amazing man.

As you're saying your goodbyes to the last of the guests, Lestrade bursts into the room, looking panicked.

"Sherlock, there's been a murder. We need your help," he says urgently.

You feel a jolt of anxiety run through you at the mention of another case, but you know that this is just part of the job. Sherlock looks at you, concern etched on his face.

"I'm sorry, my dear. Duty calls," he says, squeezing your hand.

"I know," you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. "Just be careful, okay?"

Sherlock gives you a small smile and a nod, then turns to Lestrade. "Lead the way."

As they rush out of the room, you're left standing there, feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand, you're proud of Sherlock and all that he does to help people. On the other hand, you can't help but feel a twinge of sadness that your wedding night has been interrupted by another case.

But you know that this is just the beginning of your life together and that there will be many more cases to come. And as you head home, surrounded by your loved ones, you feel a sense of gratitude and hope for the future.

You relax with Sherlock after his return from the case that interrupted your wedding reception. You both sit together in your living room, surrounded by friends and family who have come to congratulate you on your marriage. John and Mary Watson sit on the couch, while Mycroft lounges in a chair across the room. Ms. Hudson stands by the window, admiring the view.

As you settle into married life, a sense of contentment washes over you. You're finally married to the man you love, and it fills you with joy.

"So, what are your plans for the future?" John asks, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled over the room.

Sherlock turns to you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, we're just discussing the possibility of starting a family," he says.

Excitement rushes through you at the thought of having children with Sherlock. It's something you've always wanted, but you weren't sure if he felt the same way.

"Really?" Mary says, her eyes lighting up. "That's wonderful news!"

Mycroft looks up from his book, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I can't say I'm surprised. It's only a matter of time before the two of you decide to start a family."

Ms. Hudson nods her agreement. "Yes, I've always known you two were meant to be together. And I'm sure you'll make wonderful parents."

"Ah, yes," Mycroft begins. "I see it now. Mini Sherlock and the case of the missing cookie."

"That one would definitely make it into the paper," John laughs. "'Baby Holmes Burns House Down for the First Time."

"Looks like you'll have to figure out how to change a diaper, Sherlock," Ms. Hudson snickers.

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Rest assured, I am more than capable of handling any challenge, including diaper changing."

"And we expect you to come to visit us with the baby every once in a while," John adds.

"Just imagine all the mischief the little one would be making!" Ms. Hudson exclaims, trying not to laugh.

"They'd be conducting all sorts of experiments in your kitchen, Ms. Hudson," Mary laughs.

Laughter fills the room as everyone shares their imaginative and silly stories about Sherlock's future children. The atmosphere is lighthearted and joyous, painting vivid pictures of mischievous little ones wreaking havoc in 221B Baker Street.

John chuckles and leans back against the couch. "I can see it now, Sherlock Jr. conducting his own science experiments with miniature test tubes and a little magnifying glass."

Mary adds with a twinkle in her eye, "And of course, his first word is 'deduction.' Imagine a little toddler pointing at things and saying, 'Two plus two equals four!'"

Mycroft, usually composed, chuckles softly. "Yes, and Sherlock's offspring surely has a knack for puzzles and mysteries. Perhaps they solve crimes even before they learn to walk."

Mrs. Hudson chimes in, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Oh, and the messes they make! Can you imagine little Sherlock Holmes, Jr., trying to reenact one of Sherlock's experiments and accidentally creating a miniature explosion in the living room?"

Sherlock, ever amused by the banter, joins in. "They undoubtedly have my affinity for observing details. Little detectives in the making, solving the mysteries of the lost stuffed animals and the case of the mysteriously disappearing cookies."

"Picture this," John suggests with a grin. "Sherlock Jr. and his classmates forming their own detective agency, solving cases and catching the city's missing pets. They're a force to be reckoned with!"

"Even the yard doesn't stand a chance against little Sherlock Jr. and his twenty classmate-assistants!" Mary declares.

"I can just picture him attacking his classmates, demanding them to give him any clues on who stole his favorite toy!" Mycroft laughs.

"Oh, imagine the stress he's causing for his teacher." Ms. Hudson says, wiping more tears from her eyes.

The room erupts in laughter once again, each person contributing their own comical ideas about Sherlock's future children.

"And what about their impeccable fashion sense?" John interjects. "Mini Sherlock, strutting around in a tiny fedora and a little trench coat. The trendiest detective in town!"

"No son of mine would be wearing that bloody hat," Sherlock retorts. "He obviously wears the deerstalker hat that John had described me wearing in his books."

Mary joins in, giggling. "And their obsession with disguises! Imagine little Sherlock Jr. sneaking around the house in different outfits, trying to fool us all. 'Elementary, my dear parents,' they say, revealing their true identity."

"Well, it is rather elementary," Sherlock adds, leaning back into his chair as he lights a cigarette.

"Picture this," Mycroft suggests, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Little Sherlock Jr., complete with a miniature violin, practicing their musical talents at all hours of the day. I'm sure the neighbors are thrilled."

"No, they're waking their parents up at five AM every morning playing the most intense violin music they can find just to wake their mother up for breakfast," John adds.

"Ah, the next Mozart in the making," Mary chuckles. "I can already see them conducting their own symphony of chaos."

"We might have to lock the violin away, then, Sherlock," you joke.

Your husband looks at you with an amused look on his face. "That won't be a problem. How can he possibly be playing the violin if I'm already using it? Plus, it's in our room most of the time anyway. I think we should have him sing or get him a kazoo instead!"

The room erupts into laughter once again, the playful banter bringing everyone closer together. The thoughts of Sherlock's future children fill your heart with warmth and anticipation. Amidst the silliness, you can't help but feel a surge of love and gratitude for the family you have found in these dear friends.

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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William James Moriarty

If there was something that William James Moriarty was truly jealous of, it was the freedom Sherlock Holmes could afford that he could not.

Sherlock Holmes was free to express his emotions as he see fit, wether that be positive or negative.

He was able to easily make friends and know others without any restraints hindering him, be it social class or the mask of a smile.

While William James Moriarty had to hide: his emotions, his thoughts, and his actions.

He did it for the better of all, but the thin cracks in his porcelain mask made him wonder.

How long could he keep this up? How long until people saw him for who he truly was?

And who will be there to save him?

He could only hope. If he was truly meant to be saved, it would be his family, his friends, and you who would come to his aid and would allow him to finally, finally be free.

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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

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

'•.¸♡mtp men as fathers♡¸.•'

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

Fluff :)

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

Enjoy!

William James Moriarty:

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

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

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

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

Also Louis teaches them basic kitchen skills.

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

Louis James Moriarty:

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

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

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

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

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

Also he teaches them basic and simple culinary skills!

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

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

Albert James Moriarty:

He spoils them, need I say more?

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

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

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

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

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

Sherlock Holmes:

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

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

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

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

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

Also he spoils the kid.

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

John H. Watson:

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

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

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

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

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

Sebastian Moran:

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

Mycroft Holmes:

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

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

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

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

His child will definitely grow up to have manners.

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

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

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

I hope the request is to your liking tho!

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

-love, tired Az :) <3

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