#moriaty the patriot x reader

[sophistication-as]

SEX ON FIRE 🔥 WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY X F!READER

CAR SEX WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND

❤️‍🔥🌡️all rights reserved to the artist @ogata69 on twitter (x)

❤️‍🔥🌡️inspired by the king of leon's song, sex on fire

❤️‍🔥🌡️wc: 4.5 k

❤️‍🔥🌡️contains sexual tension, pussy eating, sex (p in v), edging, unprotected sex, pull out method, mutual pining and cursing

❤️‍🔥🌡️thank you all for the support, especially @elicypher and @ayaswrld

edit: i am still traveling, so if you want a continuation, please tell me (i've not completely finished it correctly). sorry if it's not my best work 😭

The rush of velocity coursed through your veins, matching the pulse of the city lights streaking past. Driving at night always felt different—there was an undeniable thrill to it, a spark that broke through the monotony, offering an exhilarating contrast to the otherwise predictable routine of your life.

The car glided through winding roads, past blurred signs and landmarks, each one a marker of a potential destination for some distant future. Tonight, though, the journey wasn’t about where you were headed, but about surrendering to the soft pull of the past. A fleeting sense of nostalgia washed over you, dragging your thoughts back to childhood. You remembered sitting in the passenger seat, watching adult hands move gracefully over the gearshift. Back then, freedom had felt like a distant promise, carried on the hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of practiced fingers.

Now, you were the one at the wheel, your gaze locked on the road ahead. The city had dissolved behind you, leaving only the open countryside, the outline of a secluded manor just visible on the horizon. But even with the adventure unfolding before you, something felt off. Like a gap that you couldn’t quite fill.

The soundtrack.

Your eyes flicked sideways, catching a glimpse of William’s profile, half-illuminated by the passing neon glow. His expression was focused, lips tugging into that mischievous smile of his. There was a silent contest between you, one neither of you had fully acknowledged yet. Would it be his soulful classics, or your less-than-subtle dad playlist that would define this moment?

"Let me guess," he broke the silence, voice teasing but soft. "You want something dramatic."

A laugh escaped you, breaking the tension, but your hand was already reaching for the console. "Only if it fits the mood."

"Keep driving," he replied, his fingers dancing over the screen. "I’ll find something you’ll like."

The hum of the car filled the air, the steady rhythm matching your pulse as you focused back on the road. The traffic was light, but the hours ahead would stretch into the quiet of the night before you reached your destination. William had suggested this trip—a blend of relaxation and intellectual curiosity. The Lake District’s ties to Romantic poets intrigued you both, and you were both curious about rare manuscripts housed in a private collection near the estate.

You were reluctant to take a break. You and William were always so caught up in your work, but maybe this would give you both the pause you needed. Yet, as the city lights faded behind you, and the peaceful countryside opened up before you, there was something about the sudden shift that made you question if you were being impulsive—or if William had more influence over you than you cared to admit.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed his calm concentration as he scrolled through the playlist. His golden hair, darker in the dim light, tousled slightly—a rare but not unexpected sight. With one hand steady on the wheel, you grabbed his water bottle from the compartment and took a quick sip.

"You could’ve told me you were thirsty," he said, his tone light, his attention still on the screen. "It’s my job as co-pilot."

The car hummed around you as he found a playlist he seemed to approve of. The music started, and he turned to you, his expression unreadable, though the teasing edge in his voice was unmistakable.

"A playlist for driving at night, huh?" he asked, tilting his head. "Why do most of these songs sound like they’re... about sex? Feeling a bit needy, darling?"

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him only briefly. "You’re intelligent, William," you replied smoothly, your tone casual. "Stop asking questions you already know the answer to."

He chuckled softly, but his gaze was still fixed on the screen. His hand rested warm and steady on the wheel, the quiet intensity of the night deepening around you.

"There’s nothing wrong with not having a boyfriend, or having a healthy imagination," he said, voice lowering a little, almost softer now. His fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder before resting there, a touch that lingered. "It surprised me, that’s all. You’re brilliant, desirable... anyone would be lucky to have you."

You glanced at him for a moment, a quiet smile tugging at your lips, but your voice carried the faintest edge. "Finding someone worth your time? It’s like searching for gold in a river. You know it’s out there, but you’re going to waste a lot of time looking."

Your gaze flicked to his face, studying his reaction. "Most men are scum, William. Honestly, I couldn’t care less to try."

He was quiet for a moment, gaze still on the screen as though measuring his words. When he finally spoke, his voice had softened. "I wouldn’t call it wasting time. You just have to find the one worth keeping."

You shot him a sideways glance. "And where, exactly, do I find this mythical man?" you teased, voice light but with an underlying curiosity.

"Maybe closer than you think," he said quietly, the weight of his words lingering longer than you expected.

A faint smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at him. "I still think he should fall straight into my lap. Like an angel."

"So, you want a demon, then?" William shot back, grinning. "I remember you were obsessed with Sebastian from Black Butler. Your room was basically a shrine—pictures, drawings, all over the walls. Good times."

A groan escaped you, rolling your eyes in exasperation. "I was a teenager, William. That doesn’t count."

"Doesn’t it?" he teased, his grin widening. "The evidence was pretty damning."

But it wasn’t his teasing that had you biting your lip, barely able to focus on the road. It was the way his hand had settled on your thigh—warm, steady, but there with an undeniable intensity. The air around you shifted, thickened, as though the car itself was holding its breath.

"Stop teasing me," you muttered, your voice playful but edged with something else. "Or I’ll make you drive instead."

His eyes flicked over to you, amusement dancing there. "But, darling, I’m terrible with GPS."

"Exactly," you said, the words slipping out with a knowing edge. A wicked thrill ran through you as you imagined him fumbling with directions. A slight shiver passed through him.

The corner of his lips twitched, betraying the conflict inside him as he looked away, watching the road ahead. His body language was tense, the heat rising inside him not entirely from the car’s temperature. The break with you had been everything he needed, but there was still a part of him that burned for more. Every teasing word, every playful exchange, only left him wanting more.

Would he try again?

He cared for you—no, he craved you. The thought of you consumed him, haunted him, until even the silence between you felt charged. He’d come up with this whole trip as an excuse to spend time with you, a reckless move, but when you agreed, it felt like everything had clicked into place.

William wanted to see the moment you let your guard down. He wanted to feel your lips pressed to his, your body against his as the heat of your connection filled the space between you. His thoughts drifted, pulling him into an imagined reality where you were finally his, where you melted into his touch. His chest tightened, the longing almost unbearable.

"William?"

Your voice cut through the haze of his thoughts, your hand waving in front of his face. His eyes snapped back to you, the moment broken, but the heat still simmering beneath the surface.

"You okay?" you asked, voice soft but insistent. "I asked if you'd like to stop for a bit."

"Yes," he replied quickly, his voice a little tighter than usual. "A break sounds good. Is there an inn around here?"

You studied him for a moment, a little too aware of the tension that had built between you both. "A break? Or are you just avoiding something?"

He looked away, his fingers absently smoothing the coat in his lap. "Something like that."

And then, his gaze met yours again, lingering just a little too long. "We all need a moment to breathe, don't we?"

You smirked. "Maybe, but I'm not sure it’s just a bathroom break you need."

You shifted closer, your words soft but charged. "You think you’re the only one holding back? The way you move, the way your hands grip the chalk when you’re writing, the way your body—lean, strong—gets so close when you explain things. The way you smell... how I can feel the heat radiating from you. It’s maddening."

The words hung between you, thick and undeniable.

"It’s maddening to realize that you don’t desire me truly, but want a distraction from your rational world. I see the glances and the whispering when we are together, it seems I am too basic to be with you – the hot young professor – don’t you think?"

Her words stung, sharper than he had anticipated. The casualness with which she dropped them, as if they were nothing more than another playful observation, made them all the more cutting.

He turned to her, his jaw tight, the words caught in his throat for a brief, strained moment. A part of him wanted to deny it—wanted to push the whole subject away. But the raw honesty in her eyes made it impossible to lie.

"Is that what you think?" His voice was lower now, the teasing edge gone. It wasn’t the frustration he was used to hearing in his own voice, but something quieter, something far more dangerous. "You think I’m just trying to escape the confines of my ‘rational world’?"

She shrugged, her lips curling into a half-smile, but there was a softness in her gaze now, a vulnerability he hadn’t seen before. She was playing a dangerous game, one she knew all too well.

"You don't have to admit it," she said softly, eyes flickering to the road ahead, though she could feel his gaze lingering on her. "You just have to look at the way you act around me. When you’re close, it's like you're holding your breath, like you're scared to let yourself... want anything. But you're drawn in anyway, aren't you?"

William shifted in his seat, the tension tightening further. He didn’t need to admit it; he could feel it—a pull he couldn’t explain, yet couldn’t ignore.

"You don’t know anything about what I want," he muttered, though his words lacked the usual confidence, tinged with something far more uncertain.

Her laugh was soft, almost like a sigh. "Isn’t it always the way? You never want what you think you need, but you can’t stop yourself from wanting it. It's easy to convince yourself it's a distraction, a game. But it’s not, William. It never has been."

The silence between them grew, thick with unspoken truths and unacknowledged desire. She didn’t look at him again, but she didn’t need to. The tension was palpable, the space between them charged with the words they hadn’t yet said but both knew were there.

"You think I’m just playing games?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t answer at first, instead letting the question hang in the air, drifting between them like the road stretching out in front of them. And when she did speak, her voice was low, steady, and undeniably certain.

"Maybe you’re the one playing games, William. But if you’re trying to keep me at arm’s length, you’re losing."

"Stop the car."

"What?"

"Stop this fucking car, darling." He smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. His gaze was sharp, different from all you had seem before, with a malicious glint that reminded you of blood. Sighing, you obeyed, steering the car into a small parking lot at a gas station by the side of the road.

You put the car in neutral and pulled the handbrake, unaware of when he kissed you. His voice was a low mutter, and your eyes widened as you saw a tear fall from his eye. "Why can't you understand anything I say? Do you really think I'm just a filthy womanizer, name?"

You tried to speak, but he cut you off again. "How could I even sleep with anyone when you're the only one in my mind?" He placed his hand on your cheek. "I... I even dedicated an entire thesis to you."

"Does that make you understand?" he groaned as he pulled you into an embrace, the feel of your hands on his back almost unbearable. "I love you."

His hands roamed over your body with an urgency that matched the pounding of his heart. Every touch, every breath felt like a claim, marking you as his. You could feel the heat of his body, his breath shallow against your skin as his lips traced the curve of your neck – nibbling it incessantly.

"Do you feel it?" he whispered, his voice low and raw. "The way I need you... the way you're the only thing that matters now?" He pressed closer, his cock hard against your hand, and you could already taste the tension, thick and unrelenting. "Tell me you feel it too. Tell me you understand."

"I want you, William. I always have."

Aren’t you afraid of being seen?" you murmured, confusion evident in your voice as your back pressed against the leather of the car’s backseat—the car you had only recently bought and that wouldn’t remain so clean after this. Your gaze darted from side to side, searching for anyone who might intrude on your fragile sense of privacy.

"Who cares?" he muttered, shifting awkwardly on his knees against the carpet, his face now level with your hips. "I almost lost you because I was too scared to feel anything real—let them watch if they want."

His patience was wearing thin, but he forced himself to move carefully. He unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your legs slowly before tossing them aside. His hands lingered, firm, his touch more certain than hesitant, as if grounding himself in the moment. His gaze burned into you, full of need and desperation, like you were the only thing in his mind.

"Open your legs for me, sweetheart." He rested his head on your thigh, his eyes almost pleading as he gazed up at you. "Let me make you forget everything that's troubling you."

You parted your legs, and the sight before him – oh, the sight – was enough to make him cum undone. The hardness in his pants throbbed painfully, barely restrained. A glistening patch of your arousal darkened your simple nude panties, the wetness trailing all the way to your clit. He swore he could almost catch the faint, intoxicating hint of your sweet scent.

Would you taste as good as he imagined?

He moved closer to your core, pausing just long enough for your consent. When you nodded, his fingers slid your panties to the side. He started with a slow lick, savoring your taste as he traced the length of your slit. Then came a single, lingering suck on your clit that drew a gasp and a moan from your lips. He was definitely pussydrunk.

How could he not be? You tasted divine, and the sight of your walls fluttering around nothing, desperate to be filled, drove him to the brink. It was maddening. His hand pressed firmly against your lower back, pulling you closer to his mouth. He wanted more, he wanted everything. Every drop of you.

William slid his index finger inside you, curling it eagerly toward the spot he had studied so meticulously in his anatomy books—the one that promised to bring unparalleled pleasure to a partner. "S-Shit, this feels so good," you stammered, biting your lip as you struggled to steady your breath.

He chuckled, unable to resist the allure of your soft, vulnerable expressions. His finger curled in a deliberate come-hither motion, coaxing pleasure from deep within as he continued to suck the very breath from your lungs. Adding a second finger, he watched you unravel before him, utterly lost in the rapture he so skillfully provided.

"Ngh…s-so close." The pulsing sensation in your gut tightened, drawing a sharp tremble from your legs as you clenched around his fingers. Your breath hitched, a gasp escaping, and your thoughts dissolved into a haze of pleasure. William's tongue moved with calculated precision, circling and teasing until the world around you blurred, leaving only him and the dizzying waves he adored.

"I won't let you cum yet," his gaze held a spark, the corners of his mouth lifting just enough to tease without revealing too much. "I want you on my cock."

Before you could respond, he grabbed your arms and pushed you onto all fours. His grip was firm, immobilizing you without effort. You gritted your teeth, frustration bubbling over as the sensation of being so close yet denied coursed through you. He didn't react to your hissing protest, simply adjusting his hold to keep you steady.

"I won't stop once I start," he said, leaning close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Just fuck me already," you snapped, your patience gone. "Stop teasing, you bastard."

"If you insist," he said, the words laced with heat that sent a shiver down your spine.

Snap.

The sound of his belt being undone broke the air between you, deliberate and unhurried. His movements were calculated, a stark contrast to the rush of tension that gripped you both. With a flick of his wrist, he loosened the leather, casting aside the composure he wore like a mask. The William you thought you knew—refined, restrained, untouchable—was gone, replaced by a man consumed by need.

His pants slid down to his knees, and he freed his cock,

letting it press firmly against your ass. You gasped as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck, his voice a low growl that seemed to echo in your chest.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured, his hand gripping your hip, pulling you back just enough to make his intentions clear. "This is what you’ve been driving me to."

Your body tensed as he guided you into position, his hand pressing firmly against your back to arch you just the way he wanted. The cool air hit your exposed skin, heightening every sensation as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you still.

The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, hot and unyielding, sending a jolt through your body. He leaned over, his chest brushing against your back as his lips hovered by your ear.

"I’m not holding back this time," he said, his tone commanding yet heavy with affection. His voice trembled slightly, giving away the tension coiled in his body. "Do you want me to fill you up?"

The weight of his body pinned you in place, but you managed to look back at him, meeting his gaze. The hunger in his eyes was unrelenting, blazing with need, but there was something deeper there—a silent plea, almost vulnerable, as if he were asking for more than just permission.

"Yes," you breathed, the word spilling out before you could second-guess yourself. "I want you to, please."

The corner of his mouth lifted, satisfied with your answer, before his lips claimed the back of your neck in a kiss that left you trembling. Then, without waiting for a response, he pushed forward, filling you inch by inch, the stretch forcing a gasp from your lips. He didn’t stop, didn’t pause, until he was buried deep inside you, his body flush against yours.

His hand slipped from your back to your jaw, turning your face just enough for his lips to brush the corner of your mouth. "You keep pretending you're in charge," he murmured, his tone low, almost teasing. "But look where you are now."

Your breath hitched, and you opened your mouth to snap back, but the slow pull of him moving inside you wiped the thought clean from your mind. He pulled back slightly, letting you feel the drag of every inch, before slamming his hips forward, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips.

"Liam!"

His name spilled out before you could stop it, your voice trembling as he moved inside you with deliberate intent. A rich, low laugh escaped him, warm yet tinged with a smugness that made your cheeks flush hotter. "That’s it," he murmured, his grip on your hips tightening. He adjusted his stance, his thighs bracketing yours, keeping you steady against the rhythm he was setting. "Say it again. I want to hear exactly what I do to you."

You swallowed hard, your breath catching as his weight pressed you deeper into the worn leather of the back seat. The windows had long since fogged, heat radiating from where your bodies met, filling the car with your scents. "You’re insufferable," you managed to hiss, though the words wavered as your body betrayed you, arching instinctively into his sex every movement.

His response was immediate. His teeth grazed your shoulder, just enough to make your skin tingle, before his lips followed, nibbling lightly as if testing your limits. "And yet, here you are," he murmured, his hips snapping against yours with more intensity. The wet, rhythmic sound of his movements filled the cramped space of the car, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

His hands moved lower, gripping your thighs firmly to hold you in place as he adjusted your position. The shift sent him deeper, the hard, insistent head of his cock brushing against that sensitive spot inside you, drawing a choked gasp from your lips.

"Taking everything I give you," he continued, his voice softening but never losing that sharp, teasing edge. His pace didn’t falter, every thrust hitting the perfect angle, as if he had mapped out every way to fuck you long before this moment.

"Tell me again," he murmured, his body pressing closer, his chest brushing against your back. His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "How you’re the one in control, name. I’d love to hear it."

For all his gentlemanly charm, William could truly be insistent at times. The control he prided himself on could crumble so easily, his reason slipping away as instinct took over. It was almost funny—almost. The way the heat of your pussy wrapped his dick, engulfing him completely, made it impossible for him to think clearly. All that careful composure vanished, his blood rushing south until he felt dizzy with pleasure.

He paused, his moans growing louder as he began grinding in slow circles. You felt your arousal trailing down your thighs, threatening to stain the leather seats beneath you

"Oh my fucking god," William muttered, pulling away, slick coating his lips and chin as he stared at the mess you’d made. "Look at that pretty pussy. So wet, all for me." A soft slap to your ass had your body jolting.

You let out a breathless laugh, your head dropping forward as your fingers clawed at the edge of the seat. "You talk too much."

"Stop pretending you don’t love it," he murmured, his voice rough but steady as his eyes locked onto yours. His pupils were blown wide, his golden hair damp and sticking to his forehead from the heat between you.

His pace slowed, his hand sliding around to your abdomen as his thrusts grew more intentional. His palm pressed against your skin, right over the spot where he could feel the motion of his cock inside you, eager to see your expressions.

You felt yourself nearing the edge of climax, and you knew he was just at the same point. The slick noises intensified with each of his final thrusts into you.

"If you stain my car, you will clean it, okay?" you chuckled, your voice breathy, as he massaged your clit in circular motions while rolling his hips. You moaned loudly, the dizzy sensation in your head reaching its apex, your vision momentarily going black.

"Don't worry," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "I’ll clean it every time, dear."

He bit his lip as he reached the edge, pulling out of you and wrapping his hand around his length. Pumping up and down along his flushed shaft, he moaned your name, circling the tip with his thumb until sticky ropes of cum painted your back white.

You looked at him and sat down, your legs trembling, your skin slick with sweat and stained with his cum. "I’m exhausted. God."

"I am no god, name," he smirked teasingly, pulling a cloth from the car door compartment to clean you. "But I can be your boyfriend."

"As if I’d let you have me this easily," you huffed, crossing your arms. "We still have two hours left, and you just lost your driver."

"Go, go, math genius. I’ll help you with the GPS," you added nonchalantly, pushing him lightly and pointing to the steering wheel.

He pecked your cheek and ruffled your hair. "I’d do it even if you hadn’t asked."

William reached for his boxers, pulling them up his legs and over his hips in one swift motion. He grabbed his jeans next, stepping into them and tugging them into place before fastening the button and belt.

He opened the car door and stepped out, the sound of his shoes faint against the ground as he moved around to the driver’s side. Once there, he opened the door, slid into the seat, and adjusted it slightly, his hands steady as they found the steering wheel.

"But I’ll really need your help to understand these maps," he pouted. "I’m a mathematician, but this type of technology is a no for me."

You sighed, sitting down next to him after putting your clothes back on. "I hope this place is actually relaxing and interesting."

"Let’s go, darling," he said with a smile. "I’m paying for it anyway."

"Rich bastard."

And the engine roared to life

[kanroji-san]

Obanai!Y/n/Reader AU

William: Mx. Iguro likes playing hard to get~

William: Lucky for them, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of!~

[sophistication-as]

i want him so bad

Heyy how are you? I hope you are good.

I saw your Moriarty the Patriot work and hoped that I can ask you for my request.

I had in mind like reader who is Jack’s granddaughter who visited him to help group for mission. She has crush on Liam since Moriarty brothers steped in her house after fire. When they had dinner William teased her under the table. After dinner William caught her pleasure herself.

Stay safee and I hope you will do my request 💕

HII THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <3 writing moriarty makes me happy so!!! (also sorry this is so late + turning this into modern au because it's easier + it's not the best because i procrastinated)

cw; teasing, masturbation, overstimulation,

being "childhood friends" with the moriarty brothers was interesting, especially with william because he always kept to himself and that was fascinating on its own

you loved to tease him, picking up a little something here and there from moran as well, but you did it because it was fun and his reactions were very cute! especially when his face flushes slightly and tries to tease you back

you know full well that he has the capability to tease you back, and make you ten times flustered, and yet he doesn't — and as time passed, your teasings came to a minimum, well aware that you are both adults now

"you okay?"

tears well in your eyes as you look up towards albert sitting opposite of you, you did not expect william to put his hand on your thigh and that caught you off guard, making you choke on the wine in your mouth

"yes, it's nothing!"

your head snaps towards the left where william is at, questioning him with your eyes, he doesn't look at you but you can see the smile on his face, the smile of victory — he's been waiting for years to do this, to see you flustered because he's the one teasing you

and he knows, he knows why you've stopped once you turned into an adult, how could he not? you practically eyefuck him respectfully every chance you have, not that he hasn't done the same

this isn't the first time he's done something like this under the table during dinner, and it certainly won't be the last — your grip on the fork tightens as he inches his fingers up, grazing your thighs gently over your slitted dress, leaving the places he touched burning with desire

your mind blanks as you stare at the food in front of you, trying not to let out any sounds of pleasure to the brothers sitting with you

william leans towards your ear as his fingers drag up your dress slightly, just enough for his fingers to touch your already stained panties, "looks like you're enjoying yourself."

"fuck." you curse under your breath, loud enough for only him to hear

he smiles as you push his fingers away, you squeeze your thighs together before you excused yourself from the table, desperately needing to release yourself because he sure isn't going to help

you're gasping and sighing from needing more the moment you get on your bed, falling into the abyss of pleasure, back arching off the soft cushions as your fingers press onto your hardened and sensitive clit, juices coating them immediately

as much as you didn't want to say it, his name comes into your head and they roll off your tongue so easily, hoping that he'd be the one to touch you finally just give you what you needed

your heads are in the clouds, too immersed in your own pleasure of chasing your high to even notice the said man standing at your door frame, watching everything you are doing to yourself

william watches as you ride your fingers while your orgasm dies down, panting heavily from the feeling, but as soon as it's over, you're groaning at the lack of it — your fingers, they're not enough

"you know, if you wanted my help, you could've just asked."

you turn to look at william as he walks towards your bed, mattress dipping at his weight while he gets between your legs, hands sliding up your thighs once again, except this time, you get to see how dangerous he looks with his hooded, lust-filled red eyes

his fingers sink into your warm ring of muscle smoothly with the help of your recent orgasm, curling and stretching at the right spots

he thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, especially when you're under him, begging and whining his name for more, and he thinks he should've done this a lot sooner

"gonna make you cum on my fingers, okay pretty girl?"

[violxz6y]

Moriarty The Patriot x male reader chp2

"Sir,are you alright?,"a cranky voice asked "I don't have to send a message to mr moriarty now, do I?"

"No No you must not bother the busy mr.moriarty for little old me, I should be fine"a deep smooth voice said,he peered down at the wrinkled filled face, with a tight knit eyebrows and an obviously frowned expresion.

Her arms held a paper tape as she held it around the slim waist of the said man.She delibratly tighted the hold on him squeesing his organs together in a tight grip.

"old lady-  co-uld yoU lesse--n your grip" stutters escaped the mans plush lips,his body tensed at this action.

Suddenly she withdrew the tape causing a gust of wind startling the male leading him butt first down the platform straight into the perwinkle carpet.

"First of all,you dont call me old lady im only 52 and secondly if you took care of my perfectly crafted suits you wouldnt be in this situation every single week!!!,"exclaimed old lady she huffed as she crossed her arms against her chest.Her dress was a dark magenta and her hair was in a tight slicked back bun.

"Im tired of your childish behaviour and i cannot understand how the noble kind and handsome mr moriaty  deals with your kind"she finshed in an elegant style she turned her back and pranced to the room of the left hand side  on the wall with the green stipes next to a golden rimmed mirror.

The said male had stayed as silent as a mouse during the old ladies tantrums.His face smooshed against the softness of the carpet."kind and noble she says"he huffs under his breath," his eyes droop down and his face stiffens."havent gotten to see him for so long (:C)" tears start to brim in his eyes.He wanted to embraces his friends in a long tight hug,feel their presance hear their soft laughs.His heart swhelled with longing,"No," he thought "mission comes first"his expression tightness a new found determination filled his face.

He swiftly gets up,he dusts of the dust from the carpet and strides out of the room into the entrance.A ring of a bell could be heard as he leaves the said boutique.He elegantly tips his hat twords any established gentlemen and gentlewomen he sees down the street showing them a sign of respect.After all how was he going  gather any intell if they all hated him.

Some ladies turned to each other covering their mouth with fans giggling twords each other as he walked past,some men snarled at him in envy while others hid their adimartation by tipping their hats low enough to cover the top half of their faces.

What could he say he was quite the looker indeed. Tall with box broad sholders,his joy filled (e/c) eyes,perfectly tailerd suit with the best accesory of all his charming smile.

Most people would forget he came from humble beginings.Most people asumed he was born into this type of wealth,but no it was aquired by not so favourable deeds.

As he pondered about himself and the world.His long legs ended up taking him to his destination.A libary,  specifically his libary "Welltons Book Garden" .An out of place building contrasting the brick architectual creations,it was  made entirely of oak wood small yet cozy looking, glass doors with an neatly printed "closed sign".

He shuffled tword the entrance of the Libary, rumedging  through the pokets of his maroon suit with black embodiary details ,he held his keys with his callosed hands, they jiggled as he  shifted them through to find the one he was looking for.

Each of the keys where unique carved  into different ways into animals trees plants so that it could never be replicaded.These keys held information to many unsolvable mysteries in the whole of London,England no no the whole British Empire and its ennemies.

"Found it!,"his eyes gleamed in happiness as he found his token to the entry of his libary.

He unlocked the door it let out a soft click.He outstretched his long arm and pushed the door open with minimal force.

There his eyes met with shelves upon shelves of the greatest novels,study accounts.The was a worn down cracky ladder in the middle of the shelves that reached uppon the highest of mountins.

He turned right and his feet carried him into the isle where the books where highly concentrated meaning where one would walk in,and dissapear without a trace with no notice from anyone.

His arms traced apon the leather spines of the novels. A familar Thick scent of fresh paper and leather filled into his nostrills.

Gosh he loved this place,hours and hours spent imquiring interesting information.

He began to pushout books in the specific isle.First was a redish book with the title "Inconginto" then Medical studies by_____" his body danced one with the books.Taking them out putting them back in,it was as if he was dancing some type of fast paced waltz.One two three switch one two free take.A repeating pattern until a light click filled his eardrums.

The shelve swang open reavealing a silver metal door underneath it.

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[uramichislefttiddie]

Moriarty The Patriot Hc

||Contains: Sebastian Moran||

||Warnings: fluff, mention of scars?||

Ok just had a sudden urge to write something for Sebastian out of nowhere??

You were staring off into the distance, eyes beginning to flutter close from the lack of sleep from previous nights where thoughts had kept you awake making you view the future different a lot of the time from what you had wished it to be like.

Your thoughts were soon cut off from a soft snore from the man who had now curled into you, arms gripping onto you not wanting to let you go, hair all over the place from his usual style. You carefully turned around to look at him without wanting to wake him up, it was very rare he actually got sleep especially now with all these events now going on. You noticed his shirt had slightly lifted up allowing part of his toned torso to be shown, at first glance you only saw it slightly and thought it was your eyes but when you looked again you realised he had a scar covering his right side, you had failed to ever realise he had a scar here, it was an old looking one however probably from when he was a colonel.

Your hand had moved to trace over his scar, if anything you thought it made his body pretty, it was unique, the way it sat across his torso was so intriguing to you. All of a sudden a firm hand had grabbed your wrist making you cower, afraid of what was about to happen, it wasn’t that Sebastian had ever hurt you or even threatened to it was just a well known fact that he could be very intimidating.

“What do you think your doing?” His voice had turned groggy from him having just abruptly awoken up. His hand still held a firm grip on your wrist, you didn’t want to admit it but his grip had begun to hurt, cutting off circulation. Sebastian had noticed you wince and looked down at your hand, he quickly removed it and went wide eyed not meaning to have hurt you. “I’m sorry, it was just sudden and was unusual to me.” You let out a sigh of relief knowing he wasn’t truly that mad at you about it however you still moved a bit away from his body giving him some space.

As you did so, he looked at you giving you puppy dog eyes as if to say he didn’t want you to move away from him and missed your warmth next to him. When he opened his arms for you that’s when you moved back to him, resting your head on his shoulder breathing in his scent. “Like I said it was just an unusual feeling to me y/n, sorry again for making you scared.” “No don’t worry I understand.” You looked up at him and gave him a reassuring smile to which he returned with the same gesture which was a rare sighting to see.

You had begun combing his hair with your fingers knowing this was the best way to get him to fall asleep but however he hadn’t even started to close his eyes, you knew there was something he was wanting to say, you placed your hand under his chin making him face you. “Seb what’s on your mind, tell me so I can try and help.” He looked anywhere except your eyes, every time he went to open his mouth no words were able to escape. Finally after a minute or so of quite he looked you in your eyes and began talking. “May sound weird but can you carry on with what you were doing before, it was kind of a nice feeling.” You gave him a confused look wondering what he was meaning. “Oh y/n you know what I mean this is embarrassing enough as it.” You still had no clue what he meant.

After he let out a sigh at your confusion he softly grabbed your hand and placed it to where you had just been tracing over his scar before hand. You had finally gotten the message and let out a laugh at his antiques, he was a strange man in his ways, always having this stern demeanour about him but than when he was just with you it was like someone having their first crush and not knowing how to act. “Really Sebastian, you couldn’t have just said so?” You smirked up at him.

“No…I could not have just said so actually, thank you for asking.” He said half sarcastically, both of you breaking into a laughter. You began doing exactly what you had been which was tracing his scar on his torso, soon enough Sebastian had knocked out obviously in a deep sleep as all you could hear was snoring from him. “Great” you thought to yourself, “your making me want to hit you right now Moran!” He was not a pretty snorer at all some nights you were worried he’d wake neighbours up with his awful snoring.

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The orange hue of the sunrise seeped through the crack of the curtain lighting up the room, Sebastian had peacefully slept all night surprisingly however you on the other hand was still wide awake, eyes bloodshot with eye bags accompanying your face, all your night consisted was of Sebastians snoring keeping you wide awake no matter how sleepy you got.

You felt movement next to you, looking beside you Sebastian had finally awoke, hair everywhere making him look like he had just been dragged through a bush backwards. “You alright? You look almost dead if I must say.” You had to admit his morning voice was always something to die for, his heavy British accent coming through very clearly. “Yeah just couldn’t get to sleep is all.” He stared at you knowing fine well it was him that made you not be able to sleep at all, he was always told he was a loud snorer by people but he never believed it until now, seeing as your face was clear evidence of just how he really slept.

Before he got out of bed he grabbed you by your cheeks (I mean your face nothing else, dirty mf) and gave you a kiss with a comforting smile before walking to the door to go downstairs. “You get some sleep and I’ll make you breakfast in an hour or so, is that all good with you love?” He quickly turned around from the door frame noticing he received no reply as he looked towards you, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh, seeing your form spread out face first in the cushions, completely flat out from the restless night you just had.

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William James Moriarty x Rapunzel!Reader

Story link; story + reader info, Prologue, Chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5

[Story can be also found on Wattpad. PNG of William provided by @prof-kenny]

After bringing justice to Earl Argleton, the Moriarty brothers received a map and an anonymous letter asking them to "save the girl".

Out of curiosity, William follows the map which leds him to a hidden tower. There William meets (Y/N), a mysterious girl with very long golden hair that has special healing magic, who was being held captive by Argleton.

After gaining (Y/N)'s trust, William decides to bring (Y/N) to live with him and his brothers.

Can (Y/N) learn to live in the world outside the tower? Will she become apart of the Lord Of Crime? And can William protect (Y/N) from those who want her magic for themselves?

[kenmas-consoles]

Hello honey! I hope you don't mind me requesting something with this topic but my father told me today that I should kill myself just because I bleached my hair and then that I should care about other's opinion and not my own so can I request how would William react to his s/o saying this to him? If you don't feel comfortable writing this it's fully okay, I understand 🤍 Thank you in advance though 🤍

Pairing: William Moriarty x Reader

Summary: You bleach your hair and your father disapproves and says harsh words that lead you crying and William is there to console you.

Word Count: 1,878

Warning: Mentions of death/ act of suicide

It was never a secret to anyone that being born into a prestigious lineage meant that you had watchful eyes on lock with your every move. Every action you made was like a public statement and it was quite restricting, never being able to act out in the open in fear of public judgement. It has been that way since you were young, (y/n) (l/n) the eldest daughter to a famous business tycoon in England.

Though upon meeting William a few years back right after a business transaction made by your father and William’s eldest brother Albert you had become close friends, and maybe something even more. The time you’ve spent with him made you feel free, free enough to express yourself because you knew he wasn’t one to judge. It was a breath of fresh air, you never had to worry about the public eye whenever you were with him. These days you have a little skip in your step, after gaining the confidence to just be yourself.

You had made a big decision of getting your hair dyed and you were quite jittery upon entering your estate with your newly done hair. The little adrenaline rush of somewhat planned impulsivity of getting it dyed thrilled you though you know that others may have mixed feelings about your new hair. It hadn't mattered to you much since you were sick of playing the perfect daughter role. You knew your parents would have to find out one way or another you just hoped they would be accepting. Besides, it was just hair and it wasn’t that bad. If anything you thought you looked 10x better a blonde.

Still, you made an effort into hiding it for the day and probably dropping the gun and talking about it tomorrow since you were still pretty tired.

Closing the doors silently you enter your room and just as you set out a sigh of relief you hear a clatter and a piercing shriek.

Maggie, your personal maid, was in your room with tea now stained on the carpet floor as she looked at you with wide eyes. Upon realizing it was just you, her young mistress, she had calmed down and rushed towards you. Holding you by the shoulders she inspected you in amazement.

“You- you’re hair!” she exclaimed in excitement, “You’re blonde! How-”

You giggled lightly at her amazement and loss of words and babbling as she held a few locks of your hair in her fingers.

“I’ve had it done earlier,” you said, giving a little spin. “How does it look?”

“Absolutely stunning dear!”

Her response brings a smile to your face.

“What in the heavens?!” A deep male voice exclaimed from behind the door and your smile had grown shaky as you realized that the voice belonged to your father.

You mustered up a smile and took a deep breath before facing him.

“Do you like it?” you asked. “It’s preposterous! outrageous! What were you thinking?! Or did you even think at all?!” “Please calm down it’s just- “Hair?” Pinching the bridge of his nose he turned away from you with a shake of his head. “ You’re being selfish again, why can’t you just listen?”

In a much quieter tone he says “why can't you just get it through your head that your actions greatly affect the family! your brother is months away from getting married and you-

why can't you just think about what others might think and stop with this nonsense.”

Each word brings a pang in your heart as your eyes sting with tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him either as you grew small in his presence, self conscious even.

A silence passed and neither of you spoke. The tension in the room was suffocating, your father looked as though he had more to say but he just clicked his tongue before moving towards the door.

“Maggie, please clean up this mess,” your father said without turning back to look at the now scampering maid.

Sparing one last look he sighs and says, “I’m done with this conversation, with you, you can go jump out the balcony for all I care.”

Once the door clicks shut, you fall on your knees. Never before had your father said anything so harsh nor has he raised his voice towards you before. The tears threatening to spill had already made its way down your cheeks and you choked up a sob. All the confidence you had built over the past years felt like it was deteriorating and the only feeling that ate you up was guilt and shame.

Maggie comes back in and rushes towards your side as she sees you crying. “He doesn’t mean that sweetie,” she says all while cooing consoling words and holding your crumpled form.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night, your fathers words replaying like a broken record. Were you selfish? Was it your fault? You couldn’t help but think that and once again the ugly feeling of shame was boiling up within the pits of your stomach.

Watching from your balcony, your father who was talking to the coachman below. Downcast, he hadn’t spoken to you all day. Thinking back to last night where he couldn’t even look at you during family dinner nor even say a word to you during breakfast.

As though you were drilling holes into his head from above he had turned to face your balcony. You stepped back to avoid being seen but you saw him shake his head and then you felt the shame creep up again.

You were frustrated. At your father’s silence, his words, at yourself for letting it get to you so much. It was so really unlike you and you felt tears start to sting at your eyes. You knew your schedule was free today so you had decided to head for the Moriarty manor, your safe haven.

You made your way there without delay, gripping at your skirt as you sped through the streets of London, ignoring the weird stares and whispers of those who had recognised you. Nothing was more important now than getting there, since you were minutes away from breaking down once more.

Upon reaching the manor you were greeted by the familiar face of Louis who was tending to the gardens by the gate. Delighted you made your way towards him. “Louis!” He turned his head and stood with a shocked and bewildered expression as he blinked twice almost as if checking if what he saw was correct. “(y/n)?” he asked and you happily nodded.

“What happened to you, you look like you have been crying?” he asks.

You scratch your head a bit and mention how it was a long story not even denying the fact that he found out you were crying. Louis offers you another understanding smile as he walks with you to the manor telling you he’d go fetch William for you.

“I forgot to mention,” he says as he led you through the long hallways of the manor, “You look beautiful by the way, I’m sure my brother would think so too.”

You in turn blushed in response to his words.

“You can stay in the living room (y/n), I’ll go inform William of your presence now,” he says with a curt nod and a smile.

“Thanks Lou,” you say as you both exchange another set of smiles before he takes his leave.

A few minutes pass and you hear the sound of quick steps, the door of the living room bursting open to reveal none other than William Moriarty with the most agitated expression ever.

His agitation morphed to shock as he took one long look at you and he slowly moved towards the couch you had been sitting on.

One of his rare small smiles grace his face as he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand tenderly.

“You look different,” he jests, then takes a lock of your hair between his fingers and rubs them. You both sit in comfortable silence and he takes this time to inspect your face, he notices the little circles around your eyes and how puffy they look not to mention your slightly rosey tipped nose. It wouldn’t take a detective to know you had been crying.

He looks at you expectantly and you take it as a sign to start spilling the beans. You tell him of how you had dyed your hair the other day to sneaking into the family manor that night uptil how your father had scolded you for your actions.

William just sat there with his hand in yours, staring at you lovingly as you replayed the story. Squeezing your hands ever so lightly when you had told him that your father had told you to kill yourself. He was appalled with your father to say the least, you the most brilliant person he had met and someone had the audacity to say such hurtful things to.

As you move your arms around animatedly to show your frustrations he found them rather cute and amusing, another smile moves up to his face. You were too caught up in retelling the story to notice him bring his hands to your chin. He moves your chin to face him and this action silences you.

Smiling at you once more he moves the hand holding your chin to caress your face. “Listen,it's true you have to consider others' opinions but that's just the tip of the iceberg, think about it... do we have more confidence in their opinions than we do our own? self-care is never a selfish act.”

You sigh, taking his hand that was on your face in your own, “It’s different when those people are your family. I don’t know how I could go back and face th-” “You don’t have to go back,” he grumbles under his breath but enough for you to hear.

“...then where would I go?”

“Simple,” he says with a compelling dangerous glint in his crimson eyes. “You are of age now, stay with me. I will marry you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and awkwardly laughed it off thinking it was another one of Williams jokes but the look in his eye told you that he was dead serious. Your cheeks then set aflame as numerous butterflies crashed around your stomach and chest.

“I know it is much too early for a proposal but I promise to love and cherish you for as long as my heart keeps beating,” He then stands and extends a hand for you to take, almost a silent sign of asking you to accept. And once you do slip your hand in his he holds you by the waist for an embrace and whispers in your ear.

“Besides, I think you look lovely as a blonde.”

This comment leaves you in a fit of giggles. William James Moriarty will always continue to be your safe haven, a pillar of support.

Hey there angel I hope you’re feeling alright please remember that you cant let others decide your self worth for you so try not to let huetful comments let you down. I’m pretty sure you look amazing and hopefully your father will come around with getting used to seeing your hair that way. I hope this story was to your liking as well have some moriarty love!

Also I pretty much crammed this cause I only saw the request today and aaaaaaa im sorry anywayz hope you like it again sweetie!!

[vyloy]

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"𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓"

"𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮."

ꕥ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: william james moriarty / reader

ꕥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implied female reader, +18, smut, nsfw, oral (f + m), fingering (f!receiving), sex (p in v), edging, unprotected sex, mutual pining, romantic intimacy, emotional vulnerability, mention of crimes and society's problems.

ꕥ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: william james moriarty, the infamous lord of crime, is now your ally. but when he stands at your door late at night, you find yourself questioning if being just that is enough. there’s a tension between you, something more than simple partnership. as trust and desire intertwine, you can't help but wonder—what is it that draws you to him? is it mere fascination, or something far deeper?

ꕥ 𝐰𝐜: 4135!

ꕥ thank you @eliasorchard for your support

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤

The room was still, the only sounds being the faint scratching of your pen and the soft crackle of the candle burning low on your desk. Books lay scattered across the surface, open to pages filled with intricate diagrams and notes you’d carefully scrawled over the past few hours. The faint scent of wax and parchment lingered in the air, familiar and comforting.

The knock on the door broke the fragile silence. It wasn’t loud, just a gentle rapping, but it was enough to pull you from your focus. Your pen stopped mid-stroke, hovering over the page as your gaze shifted toward the sound. A rare disturbance at this hour.

You rose from your seat, tugging at the edges of your skirt to smooth the fabric. The floor creaked softly beneath your bare feet as you approached the door, hesitating for a moment with your hand on the handle. Taking a quiet breath, you turned it and pulled the door open.

"William?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. The faint flicker of candlelight casts shadows over his face, making his expression even harder to read. He stood there, as calm as ever, but something in his stance gave him away—something small, but enough to make your curiosity spike.

"Is everything all right?" you pressed, your voice softer this time. “It’s unusual to see you at this hour.”

"I do apologize," he said, his tone as polite as ever. The golden strands of his hair fell lightly over his scarlet eyes, catching the faint light in a way that made it hard to look away. "But I assure you, I am here on business, not merely for the pleasure of your company."

"First of all, it’s quite rude to leave a guest standing at the door, don’t you think?" you remarked, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips as you stepped aside to hold the door open. Your gaze flickered briefly over the sharp lines of his black cloak, a garment clearly chosen for its ability to conceal more than just his identity. Though your tone carried a playful edge, your posture remained poised, every movement calculated with the kind of grace that bordered on instinct.

You gestured toward the leather armchair by the fireplace, its surface gleaming in the soft, golden glow of the flickering flames. "Please, make yourself comfortable," you added smoothly, your words effortlessly mingling warmth with precision. "I’ll prepare some tea."

William chuckled, a spark of amusement flickering in his scarlet eyes. "Your consideration is truly remarkable," he said, the edge of a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Though, I must say, I’m rather surprised you’d welcome me after such an ungodly hour and finding you, of all places, in your own room."

With a smooth nod, he entered the room, his movements effortless, like he had all the time in the world. His gaze swept the space, lingering on the flickering fire that cast shadows across the walls and shelves. He lowered himself into the armchair with a languid grace, his fingers finding each other almost instinctively as he settled in. "Quite cozy in here," he remarked, his voice laced with dry humor.

Some minutes later, you proceeded to pour hot water into the teapot, which had been previously filled with tea leaves. You presented him with an exquisite fine china cup, worth thousands of pounds, in a serene manner.

William accepted the delicate porcelain cup with a small, appreciative smile, his fingers wrapping around the smooth china with careful precision. He brought the cup to his lips, inhaling the floral fragrance before taking a sip. "I must admit," he said, his voice low and thoughtful, "you truly have a talent for creating...environments." His eyes briefly scanned the room before returning to you. "I hadn’t imagined a study would require quite so much furniture." There was a playful note, but his tone remained gentle, his gaze sharp as he watched your reaction.

He was bold, that much was obvious, and you couldn’t hide the faint smile that tugged at your lips. He had that effect on you — no denying it. There was something about him that screamed genius, that rare kind of brilliance that only comes once in a lifetime. Or, as you liked to joke, a damn mastermind. It wasn’t easy to hide anything from him, though. His eyes were sharp, always watching, always noticing. You could try to mask your thoughts, but he seemed to see right through you, like an open book.

"I realized I was working into the late hours, so I thought, why not make things convenient?" You lifted your cup, savoring a sip of tea, before gesturing casually toward the king-sized bed nestled behind you. A subtle smile played on your lips as you added, "Besides, I think it adds a certain charm to the room, wouldn’t you agree?"

"I assure you, that charm pales in comparison to the owner's," he murmured smoothly, the comment slipping from his lips with such ease that it almost went unnoticed. Before you could muster a reply to his casual flirtation, he seamlessly shifted topics, his tone adopting a more serious edge. "Speaking of pressing matters, did you receive the documents regarding the labor exploitation and trafficking schemes between the French and British elites? Or perhaps any updates from your meeting with the Queen?"

"I wouldn’t say receive—more like acquired by stealing," you chuckled softly, shifting slightly in the armchair beside him, your body moving with a fluid grace as if to shake off the weight of the conversation. "But don’t worry, I’ll fetch them for you, all right?"

Rising to your feet, you crossed the room with purpose, the soft tap of your steps barely audible against the rich carpet. At the mahogany wood drawer, your fingers traced its edge before pressing a hidden button beneath it, revealing a concealed compartment.

William observed the process with a faint, almost amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His crimson gaze followed each movement you made, noting the precision and ease with which you executed even the simplest of tasks. It hadn’t escaped him how much more efficient his life had become since forging an alliance with you—an ally who, thus far, had never failed him.

Yet, it was him who messed things up, since your relationship was supposed to be strictly professional. But there he was, lingering in those moments you shared—debating, reading, or planning together. It was like he couldn’t help himself, enjoying it more than he probably should.

He didn’t even notice when she was standing right in front of him, handing over the documents he’d asked for. That expression of surprise lasted only a second, then he masked it, quietly diving into the information like it was the only thing that mattered.

"So, there really is a cartel between the English and French elites, keeping the textile industry under the control of those arrogant bastards." he muttered, his voice low with a tinge of disgust. His lips curled slightly, his tone almost mocking as he continued, "And as if that wasn’t enough, they’re linked to the deaths of workers and the suppression of popular movements."

William let out a dry chuckle, running a hand over his face, his fingers briefly lingering at his temples as if trying to rub away the weight of the revelation.

"Thankfully, you’ve prepared a plan, Liam. At least those monsters will see their power diminished," you said as you reached for the empty cups. With practiced ease, you placed them on a silver tray, the porcelain making a soft clink. Turning back to him, you folded your arms lightly, tilting your head with a hint of curiosity. "So, what’s next? What am I required to do now?"

"Don’t worry about work now. You’ve already done enough, risking your life for those documents," he said, offering you a reassuring glance. His voice was soft, almost gentle, though the edge of his usual sharpness lingered. "Enjoy your rest for a while."

"Are you going home now?" you inquired, watching him carefully. You figured he had accomplished what he came for and didn’t have any other reasons to stay. "Do you want me to call my coachman?"

"I was lying when I said I was only here for business," he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. He shifted slightly, a faint trace of embarrassment coloring his expression. "But, are you willing to listen to what I have to say?"

Was he implying he felt attracted to you ?

You glanced at his eyes—scarlet, like a deep, burning flame—and then, almost involuntarily, your gaze shifted to his lips. There was something dangerous about the way he stood there, words hanging between you both like a heavy fog. The air felt charged, and you weren’t sure whether you were ready to step into it or pull back.

He raised from his seat with deliberate ease, his movements carrying a quiet confidence. He leaned down, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his fingers brushing softly against your lips as if testing the waters. His voice dropped to a near-whisper, laced with something raw and unguarded. "Please, tell me, name... May I kiss you?"

"Do you really think I would reject you?" you murmured, a playful edge to your tone as you closed the gap between you. Your hands reached up, pulling him into a kiss that was anything but shy. His fingers found their way to your neck, the touch insistent as he deepened the moment, his warmth consuming you entirely.

Without breaking the kiss, he swept you into his arms with ease, carrying you as though you weighed nothing. The world tilted for a moment before you felt the soft sheets beneath you. He placed you down gently, his touch careful, as his scarlet eyes met yours, searching for permission to go further, silently asking for permission.

You answered without hesitation, your gaze and the way you drew him closer saying everything he needed to know.

He then used his lean, slightly calloused fingers to trace along your thigh, moving deliberately. Each touch was firm yet careful, stirring sensations that sent shivers through your body. You tensed under his hand, your breath hitching as his fingers circled the hem of your skirt, playing just at the edge.

The slowness wasn’t accidental—he enjoyed drawing out your reactions, taking his time as if savoring every second. You could feel the subtle pressure of his fingertips, rough but measured, igniting a mix of frustration and longing. A soft sigh escaped your lips, one you couldn’t suppress, and his low chuckle followed immediately after.

“Patience,” William murmured, his breath brushing your ear. His tone carried the faintest hint of mockery, making the flush on your cheeks deepen.

His fingers slid just beneath the edge of the fabric, and the warmth of his touch against bare skin made your pulse quicken. The teasing was unbearable, every nerve in your body screaming for more. The tension was maddening, and finally, you couldn’t hold back.

“Just take this off already,” you huffed, trying to sound commanding but failing to hide the tremble in your voice. Your fists clenched at your sides, as if the small motion could keep you grounded. “Stop toying with me, William.”

He paused, a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned back slightly. His crimson eyes traveled slowly across your form, a deliberate sweep that left you feeling bare under his gaze.

“Why would I stop?” he asked smoothly, his voice low and teasing. “I’m enjoying the view.”

Then, with infuriating calm, he moved his hands to his waist, undoing the button of his pants with a soft click.

"If you’re not going to do it, I’ll just handle it myself." You inverted your positions, placing all your weight on top of him – a silent reminder that you, too, had the strength to equal him.

That surprised him, though not in the way you might have expected—he visibly hardened beneath you. Glancing down, a smug grin spread across your lips, satisfaction glinting in your eyes as he tasted his own poison.

William's pupils dilated when you had the brilliant idea of starting to take off each piece of clothing from your body. He could no longer suppress his desire, not when he finally had your bare skin touching his. "I surrender," he murmured, your name lingering on his tongue. His voice was hoarse with longing, tinged with the faint embarrassment of admitting defeat in this intimate battle.

He gently placed a hand on your back, pulling you closer until his lips captured yours in a soft, deliberate kiss. The tenderness quickly gave way to passion as his lips explored yours with a fervent curiosity, eager to uncover every hidden detail. A low groan escaped your throat when his tongue slipped into your mouth, the intensity of his desire igniting something equally heated within you.

"It seems you're skilled in more than just academics, Mr. Moriarty," you teased, your voice slightly breathless as your lips parted. The unusual fervor in his kiss contrasted with the composed, calculated persona he so often wore, making your remark all the more fitting.

A mocking expression played across his face, silently taunting you, as if to say your situation was no better than his. To stoke the flames further, his fingers began to explore the delicate heat between your folds, teasingly tracing the slickness that had escaped the confines of your now-forgotten undergarments, abandoned somewhere on the floor.

"I can show you many other things I skilled as well, my lady."

Your eyes fluttered shut from the overwhelming stimulation, breaths uneven as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Instinctively, your legs attempted to close, but his firm hands pushed them apart, holding you in place. Without hesitation, his head dipped lower, drawing closer to your womanhood with purpose. "Liam, it's so good. I can't take it anymore," you gasped, your voice trembling and pitching higher with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

He looked up at your face from below, a soft, almost predatory smile tugging at his lips. "Darling, I know you can," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

The words sent a jolt through you, your body arching slightly in response. Before you could protest, his tongue returned to its relentless pace, circling your clitoris with maddening precision. Each flick and swirl sent waves of satisfaction that spread like wildfire through your body, leaving you gasping for air.

Your thighs trembled as his hands pressed into your skin with just enough force to ground you while his tongue pushed you higher. When he slid a single finger inside, the intrusion was almost too much, your walls instinctively clenching around him. But it was the curl of his finger — achingly precise, particularly for his first time — that sent shockwaves through your core.

A strangled moan escaped your lips as he found your sweet spot, a sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. Your head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as the world outside this moment faded into oblivion. The faint rustle of sheets beneath you and the warmth of his breath against your most sensitive skin grounded you, while your thoughts spiraled—momentarily forgetting that you were ever rivals.

"William—please," you gasped, voice quivering. The desperation in your tone surprised even you, but it didn’t faze him. If anything, it spurred him on.

His free hand moved to grip your hip, his touch rough yet reassuring as if to anchor you amidst the storm he was conjuring. The rhythm of his movements was unrelenting, every stroke and flick driving you closer to the edge.

Your breaths grew uneven, each inhale catching in your throat as the tension within you coiled tighter. The only sounds in the room were your soft whimpers and the wet, sinful noises of his ministrations — you felt yourself nearing your release, unable to hold on any longer.

"Come for me, darling. Don't hold back," he urged, his baritone voice coaxing as you reached your peak. A broken moan escaped you as your fingers tangled in his golden hair, pulling slightly to steady yourself, while he eagerly savored every drop of your release.

You let out a soft chuckle, the calming sensation washing over you leaving your body pleasantly exhausted and your head spinning faintly. Beads of sweat clung to your skin as you tried to steady your breathing. William rose from his position, leaning in close. His lips brushed against your forehead in gentle, lingering kisses, a tender contrast to the intensity of moments before.

"I believe it's your turn now. After all, I’m not one to allow imbalance, especially in matters of pleasure," you teased, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you glanced at him with an air of confident mischief.

He couldn’t help but glance at you, his crimson eyes gleaming with a sadistic edge, that highlighted his mixture of intelligence and a shadowed past—one you had yet to unravel. "If you insist," he said, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine, "who am I to deny you this pleasure?"

With deliberate slowness, he spread his legs slightly, the fabric of his underwear tightening just enough to reveal the unmistakable length of his desire. Your breath hitched at the sight, heat rushing to your cheeks, but his gaze pinned you in place, unapologetic.

Placing his hands firmly on his thighs, he leaned back ever so slightly, the motion hinting a challenge. A wicked smirk danced across his lips as he taunted, "Come here—if you dare."

You weren't one to shy away from challenges, so pleasing the infamous Lord of Crime couldn't possibly be dangerous, could it? That question went unanswered as you pushed his underwear down with anticipation, sliding it off his feet before letting it fall to the ground. It revealed the most delicious cock you had ever seen – the tip swollen, a deep pink hue, and the girth, goodness, it could stretch you deliciously.

"I see why you're so popular in society, my my," you teased, your tongue flicking gently along his base. In response, he let out a low groan, his grip tightening on the bed sheets.

"Do you really think I would bed someone who doesn’t share my ideals?" His voice was low, barely a whisper, as you felt his body tense beneath your touch. His eyes closed, a faint hiss escaping him, not from pain, but from the pleasure your actions were bringing. "And do you honestly believe I have the time for endless physical relationships?" His lips curled into a slight, mocking smile, even as he fought to keep his composure. "You couldn't be more wrong."

"So, am I privileged?" Your eyebrow arched in anticipation, a playful challenge in your gaze. As you took the tip of him into your mouth, you circled it with your tongue, feeling the salty taste of his precum linger. You couldn't help but chuckle, the vibrations sending a thrill through him, awaiting his response.

"What do you think?" William murmured, his voice laced with a soft amusement. His hand moved to your head, a gesture both tender and possessive. Slowly, his fingers combed through your hair, savoring its texture as he massaged your scalp in a soothing rhythm. And then, your lips wrapped around him, moving up and down his length in a steady rhythm, your effort evident as you fought to suppress the urge to gag. The stretch and weight of him tested your limits, but you kept going, driven by the muffled groans of your name that escaped his lips.

"Shit, name, you're gonna make me cum," he murmured, his voice hoarse with restraint. But you didn’t relent. If anything, you pushed him further, your fingers trailing down to gently massage his balls, drawing out a low, guttural groan from deep in his chest. Determined, you took him fully into your mouth, the stretch overwhelming but intoxicating, your nose brushing against the soft tickle of his blond pubes as you moved.

And just as he seemed on the verge of release, you pulled away with a mischievous grin, leaving him with a devilish expression. "Little minx," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, "do you really think you're going to get away with that?"

"With what?"

Without hesitation, he slipped his hands behind your back, flipping you beneath him with a swift yet deliberate motion. His crimson eyes burned with unrestrained desire as he aligned himself against your entrance, teasing you with the head of his length, as he rubbed it against your slit. "Now take all of me," he commanded, his voice low and thick with hunger.

Following that, he slammed into you, the slick heat of your walls wrapping around him with an almost perfect fit, causing his length to twitch with raw pleasure. "You feel incredible, darling," he murmured, his voice dripping with longing. With a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pushed deeper, his tip grazing your cervix. "So wet and ready, all for me," he added, his words lingering in the charged air before he closed the distance, capturing your lips in an intimate kiss – his hands roaming into your body as he explored you.

While immersed in the kiss, your bodies shifted, and before you knew it, you were straddling his lap. Your hips moved in tandem with his, rocking back and forth, taking in the fullness of his massive length and girth with each motion. Soon, you buried your face in his neck, the aroma of his cologne enveloping you. It carried a sophisticated oud note, warm and smoky, with hints of spice and leather that lingered like a signature of his power. The heat of his skin against your cheek sent a subtle hum through your body, and you couldn’t resist brushing your lips softly along the pulse at his throat, feeling its steady rhythm beneath your touch.

You felt yourself nearing the edge, and it was clear he was too—his brows furrowed, his shoulders rigid with tension. His gaze burned into your breasts, the intensity sparking a shiver through you. His fingers didn’t falter, tracing deliberate, slow circles around your sensitive areolas, the coolness of his skin sending a contrast against your warmth.

Your hands clung to his back, nails tracing faint marks as your body tightened around his cock, your climax spilling around him in a slick, glistening ring. "I... I’m going to pull out now, name," he murmured, his voice strained and pitched higher from restraint. With a sharp exhale, he withdrew, and his release followed—hot, white streaks painting your belly in messy, heated patterns.

The room is still heavy with the warmth of the moment, while William moves with purpose, his hands gentle as they clean you up, the motions slow but steady.

"Jesus, I think we really need a rest now," you mutter, voice low. "Or we won't be able to do any work tomorrow."

He laughs quietly, the sound almost lost in the stillness of the room. His fingers are careful, wiping away with a handkerchief he found in a close wooden corner table any traces of him in your skin, and replied, "it would be perfect, since our bodies need to rest. Now, let me take care of you."

Seeing a nod, William moved with a quiet grace, slipping into his silk pajamas. The fabric clung to his frame just enough to reveal the sharpness of his form, the deep midnight blue catching the light as he adjusted the cuffs with ease.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, before he stepped closer, his hands gentle as he helped you into your own nightwear. Then, he carefully dressed you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he fastened the buttons.

You lay on your right side, facing the cool edge of the bed, while he settled on the left, a small gap between you that felt oddly familiar. The blanket, thick and heavy with a soft, worn texture, was pulled up to your chins as you both adjusted into place. You reached for the lamp on the corner table, which clicked off with a soft metallic sound, leaving the room bathed in silence and the intensity of each other's gaze.

"I think we overdo it a little too much."

"...."

"I agree."

"Maybe we should just accept it...no?"

"It would be a pleasure."

[kanroji-san]

Silver Serpent/ Moriarty the Patriot x Kny! Reader

They were the only guys who made me feel good of being me... And to be honest...

It's perfect

Okay, I am planning to write about Moriarty the patriot. I don't know why but today they just came out of my mind.

So it's Kny! Fem!Reader based off of Obanai but the personality will be mixed.

Like Obanai's and Mitsuri's and maybe from other characters too.

[bowandcurtsey]

@unkownknowledge Johjin you have a mutual now, dats me. (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Also, I recall some of my other mutuals tagging me in this. I think it's @arcanestage and @ckjwnnbc ... I THINK. or maybe it's @elysianluv. I'm not sure but I'm willing to bet my money it's 2 out of the chaotic trinity in my life.

So okay here goes!

Favorite color: I'm a colour person. I generally just like colours. I like light and pastel colours but I also like black and white. But anyway black and white are NOT colours. They're shades.

Currently reading: Black clover manga / my mutuals' fanfics. LMAO. I might churn out my inner bookworm to read again but for now I have no time~ I used to be an avid reader.

Last song: Don't know what to do - Blackpink

Last movie: hmmmmm. It's "On your wedding day" starring Park Bo Young and Kim Young Kwang.

Last series: Moriaty the Patriot. If you're talking about completed ones, it's Black Butler.

Sweet, savory, or spice: Sweet then savoury but no spice. I can't with spice. Also with sweets I don't like chocolates. （＠v＠）

Currently craving: Something Cheesy or also fruits.

Tea or coffee: 10/10 a tea person. I love it and I drink it without sugar.

Currently working on: My lovely bby's requests hahaha. Ok spoiler, I'm working on a william x reader fic :3 where the reader is kinda like an outcast and william recruits her. (〃´∀｀〃)

Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @mr-moonman-man-me-a-moon

(that was very nice ty bro🥺)

Favorite color: PURPLE ALL SHADES THERE ALL GOOD

Currently reading: the book thief (for a school thing, but I’ve been enjoying it, i like the vibe of it a LOT very angsty so far-)(also been listening to I’m not crazy a lot too)

Last song: been jamming to nothing but pyrite girl by R.I.P. since it came out lol (underrated af, their content is always top tier )

Last Movie: not sure actually? I don’t watch movies often, I think it might have been some hallmark movie my family wanted to watch or something? don’t quote me on that though lol

Last series: centaur world, very good mmmm please watch it adhjlpitwafndx

Sweet, savory or spice: sweet (sweet sweet victory yeah~)

Currently craving: l…lemon cake... my beloved

Tea or Coffee: COFFEE ALL THE WAY

Currently working on: Animatic for the au maybe?  (but I haven’t drawn anything yet rip💔)

Tagging: uh not sure who to tag ummm ,@children-of-subcon,@twipsai,@holonarwhale,@ahitfan2,@randomlyfallen,@chaosofdoodles,@kittykatcar,@the-trans-anon,@snatcher-no-snatching,@asterofthedeepforest,@mysteryman-17,@sockheadstudios,@catkidhatkid,@ahatintimepieces,@thevoidfeller,@provoiceactor1,@frickfracksnatchisback,@lulu-baked-beans,@justmarmurable,@lemonadesoda,@banyanas,@catthescholar,@theoryfan205,@nerdgeekcc,@shaykai,@doodle-person,@whipped-bean,@demonkinguwu,@marmurable,@ectochasmz,@kittykatzvillage ,@a-world-of-hats, @habijob,@quartizinedaze,@kaileedraws, @jam-blue, @acid-rainclouds, @gigilefache, @artxeevee uh thats everyone i can think of atm lol (tbh I probably forgot a bunch of ppl oof)

[shcyc]

Heyy how are you? I hope you are good.

I saw your Moriarty the Patriot work and hoped that I can ask you for my request.

I had in mind like reader who is Jack’s granddaughter who visited him to help group for mission. She has crush on Liam since Moriarty brothers steped in her house after fire. When they had dinner William teased her under the table. After dinner William caught her pleasure herself.

Stay safee and I hope you will do my request 💕

HII THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <3 writing moriarty makes me happy so!!! (also sorry this is so late + turning this into modern au because it's easier + it's not the best because i procrastinated)

cw; teasing, masturbation, overstimulation,

being "childhood friends" with the moriarty brothers was interesting, especially with william because he always kept to himself and that was fascinating on its own

you loved to tease him, picking up a little something here and there from moran as well, but you did it because it was fun and his reactions were very cute! especially when his face flushes slightly and tries to tease you back

you know full well that he has the capability to tease you back, and make you ten times flustered, and yet he doesn't — and as time passed, your teasings came to a minimum, well aware that you are both adults now

"you okay?"

tears well in your eyes as you look up towards albert sitting opposite of you, you did not expect william to put his hand on your thigh and that caught you off guard, making you choke on the wine in your mouth

"yes, it's nothing!"

your head snaps towards the left where william is at, questioning him with your eyes, he doesn't look at you but you can see the smile on his face, the smile of victory — he's been waiting for years to do this, to see you flustered because he's the one teasing you

and he knows, he knows why you've stopped once you turned into an adult, how could he not? you practically eyefuck him respectfully every chance you have, not that he hasn't done the same

this isn't the first time he's done something like this under the table during dinner, and it certainly won't be the last — your grip on the fork tightens as he inches his fingers up, grazing your thighs gently over your slitted dress, leaving the places he touched burning with desire

your mind blanks as you stare at the food in front of you, trying not to let out any sounds of pleasure to the brothers sitting with you

william leans towards your ear as his fingers drag up your dress slightly, just enough for his fingers to touch your already stained panties, "looks like you're enjoying yourself."

"fuck." you curse under your breath, loud enough for only him to hear

he smiles as you push his fingers away, you squeeze your thighs together before you excused yourself from the table, desperately needing to release yourself because he sure isn't going to help

you're gasping and sighing from needing more the moment you get on your bed, falling into the abyss of pleasure, back arching off the soft cushions as your fingers press onto your hardened and sensitive clit, juices coating them immediately

as much as you didn't want to say it, his name comes into your head and they roll off your tongue so easily, hoping that he'd be the one to touch you finally just give you what you needed

your heads are in the clouds, too immersed in your own pleasure of chasing your high to even notice the said man standing at your door frame, watching everything you are doing to yourself

william watches as you ride your fingers while your orgasm dies down, panting heavily from the feeling, but as soon as it's over, you're groaning at the lack of it — your fingers, they're not enough

"you know, if you wanted my help, you could've just asked."

you turn to look at william as he walks towards your bed, mattress dipping at his weight while he gets between your legs, hands sliding up your thighs once again, except this time, you get to see how dangerous he looks with his hooded, lust-filled red eyes

his fingers sink into your warm ring of muscle smoothly with the help of your recent orgasm, curling and stretching at the right spots

he thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, especially when you're under him, begging and whining his name for more, and he thinks he should've done this a lot sooner

"gonna make you cum on my fingers, okay pretty girl?"

[kenmas-consoles]

Hi! Can I request platonic hcs of the Moriarty Bros interacting with a student of William's who got caught up in the whole "crime lord" thing and ended up joining their crew? I think it'd be neat. Thank you in advance!

A/n: aaaa this is my first moriarty the patriot story so I hope that it’s to your liking! Also i noticed that you didn’t exactly specify a gender for the student and considering he teaches in a private all male’s academy ion know imma use the rules of fiction and use a gender neutral reader/student anyways enjoy!

pairing: moriarty brothers with a platonic g/n student

word count:

 Headcanons: 

you were an insider

just like Fred your jobs consist of going undercover and gathering information

Just like any other student in the academy William taught at you had quite the status, a socialite from a well known family 

Coming from a family with a rather big name and that sort of status held its benefits which means you had access to information about various inside affairs and business 

and since you come from a respectable family that made you quite the spy because nobody would really suspect that the “kind (l/n) family heir would do such a thing” 

at first you had ended up becoming an unofficial member after Lucian’s case and continued to be the Moriarty’s eyes and ears 

but after an incident with another rival business that ended with your family dead, William generously offered his services of revenge 

after all that's transpired you ended up as a member to the moriarty crew

A real valued member at that

To say the Moriarty brothers are fond of you would be an understatement cause they treat you like a younger brother/sister

With Albert

Now Albert has always been a family man 

He loves his brothers a lot and dotes on them from time to time but more often than not he feels a bit dejected now that his brothers are now so grown up 

and when the addition of you joining the crew he was delighted to see a fresh face

There isn’t really much of an age gap between him and his brothers because they were around his age when they met but with you oh boy 

10 year age gap lezzgeddit 

He’ll use this as an opportunity to spoil you to make up for not being able to do that to William and Louis

He’d send you post cards, gifts and little trinkets

He regrets that he has to work in an office 

Albert loves it when you ramble about anything

It makes him feel soft that you trust him with your thoughts and even secrets

With William

Ever since the gang took you in and you moved out of the dorms expect to get culture shocked 

William at home and William in school are two different people 

There's this strict rule of separating school life and home life mostly because he wants to keep it professional

will occasionally join you for lunch doe 

It also feels weird not calling him Professor at home

Tutors you loads and sometimes laughs at your misery and failed attempts in answering math problems

He’s also really quite good in teaching other subjects like science, english, history and etc. 

kinda feels unreal 

finds it funny when you rant about school too and sometimes he’d give his two cents on some teachers or other students you find annoying

With Louis

He’s soft that he has a new younger sibling around

Boy is so used to being the youngest but now he has a younger sib around cue shocked Pikachu face

He’d spoil you the most out of all the brothers

Bakes you extra cookies cause why not

tries not to be obvious about it 

He’d ask you how school is going all the time even though he could literally ask William

He knows he isn’t much compared to his brothers but it warms his heart whenever you both hangout

He also is the best listener and secret keeper in the household so you’d go to him to rant all the time 

He’d get worried when you get assigned to do missions and would ask if you’d like him to accompany you 

Thinks you joining the team is a blessing