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Can I get a moriarty the patriot x reader with William for be my valentine 🩷 Focused on ribs

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AHH! *happy dances in MTP* God I've been craving ler!William; this was an absolute blast to write! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!"

“Physical ability?”

“I’ve been trained by the best.”

“Hm..any fears?”

“None that I can recall.”

“Really, Liam?”

“...Besides those wretched things.” William added with a small groan, making you laugh against his chest. “Besides that, none I can think of.”

“None at all, eh? Impressive. Well- besides caterpillars.” You giggled, laughing more when he hummed in mild irritation. “I suppose even the Lord of Crimes himself has a weakness.”

“I suppose he does- but I wouldn’t be so quick to laugh, (Y/N).” He shifted some, his hands coming to your sides and resting on your lower ribs. “I know all your weaknesses.”

“Wahhait, wahhahahhahahait!” You squealed when he suddenly pressed in, prodding along the spaces between each bone and sending ticklish waves across your skin. “Wihihiihiihliahhahham, pleahhahahhahse!”

“Giving up already? My, what a terrible spot this is.” He cooed down at you, slowly walking his fingers up your sides with deadly precision; gently scratching along your ribcage as you squealed and laughed beneath him. “You know- one of my strengths is being a mathematician; let me show you- one…two…three…”

“Nahahhahahahahhahahaha!” You cried out as he began to count your ribs, drawing out each number with a prolonged scritch. “Wihihihihihihliihihihihaahhahaham!”

“Hm..forgive me, while my math is good, I’m not entirely familiar with anatomy. How many ribs do we have again? 12? 24? Oh, I lost count.” Willam tsked, bringing his hands back to your bottom set once more. “Let me start again; one…two…three…”

There wasn’t much you could do besides take it, laughing and cackling when he “forgot” once more- drilling into a terrible spot somewhere along the middle set. “LIHIIHHIIAHAHHAM PLEAHHAHHAHSE!”

“Heh, I suppose I should let you go.” The blonde stopped at last, leaving you gasping for air as William ran a soothing hand along your back. “Thank you for indulging me, (Y/N).”

You only groaned, pressing your face into his chest once more as you swore to yourself you’d have your vengeance.