#yuukoku no moriarty x reader smut

[eliasorchard]

you've been working hard, let him treat you

— smut, soft sex, fingering, you go on vacation with him, he buys you gifts and anything else you deserve

"darling?"

three knocks. no answer.

"i'm coming in." the blond opens the door to the bedroom, his coat taken off and draping comfortably on his arm - his smile is gentle, caring and cheerful as he steps in.

as wonderful as his day went at the university, he'd missed you terribly; which is why the first thing he thought of was to hold you in his embrace, maybe place a few pecks & kisses here & there until you're laughing & squirming at how ticklish his kisses feel.

william's eyes widen in surprise at the sight - watching you sob heavily with all kinds of gross fluids running down your eyes and nose was something he hadn't been expecting.

"oh, my poor, sweet girl.." he tuts softly, immediately making his way to you and wrapping you in his arms. "what's wrong, dear?" his fingers push the stray strands on hair away from your face so he can look at you carefully.

you can't seem to face him, not like this, anyway. you're clinging tight onto him, face buried into the crook of his neck as you wail some more. "studies.." you mutter out, voice cracking. "it's too much for me.. i feel utterly helpless. i just can't- you know? everything seems to be crashing down and- and—"

your voice falters. you can't speak with that lump in your throat that refuses to be swallowed. "alright, i understand. i understand, dear. shh.. shhh.." he cooes, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "it's okay.."

"good morning, dearest." soft lips against your forehead. you hum sleepily, eyes opening. it's bright - did you pass out from the exhaustion of crying too hard last night?

"mmm.. morning." you rub your eyes, sitting up in bed. now that your eyes aren't as blurry as it was a few seconds ago, he looks like he's getting ready. you look at the time. "getting ready for university so early?"

"the university?" william chuckles softly. "no, my dearest - i'm getting ready for a little vacation, you and i." he strokes your hair. "now," he kneels down on the edge of the bed, gathering your sleepy face into his warm hands and places a kiss on your nose. "how about we have some breakfast and you get ready? i've done all your packing already."

waves crashing against the shore, the sun out and about, birds chirping joyfully above the clouds; what was going on? the bell boy's dropped your luggage and his, putting it away properly.

it's massive inside. the ceilings are high - fitting an opulent chandelier on the ceiling of each room. the walls have expensive wallpaper on them, each room has large panes for windows, a king-sized canopy bed, a room service system, welcome drinks and meals, instruments - practically everything one could ask for.

"do you like it?" he whispers softly into your ear, away from you by mere millimeters. the short distance with him and him whispering into your ear like that - it makes you tingle. his hands are behind his back, ruby red eyes gentle and lips smiling.

"liam!" you exclaim, shocked. "like it? i love it!"

"hmm.." he hums, satisfied with your reaction - especially when you push yourself up on your toes to press a kiss against his cheek, arms wrapped around his neck. he leans down to make things easier for you. "i'm glad. a fitting suite for my hardworking love."

the next few days are spent in absolutely leisure, spending your days with william lazily, always entangled with his limbs, calling room service everytime you wanted to do something mundane. it was a nice change, it felt like you finally had somewhat control of your life; instead of it being hurdled away from the overwhelmingness of your studies, instead.

it's one of those usual, relaxing days from your vacation with him again. the two of you just returned from strolling around the beach, enjoying a little tropical drink in hand. and now the two of you are back in bed, your back against his chest; his face nuzzled comfortably into your hair and his arms wrapped around you with ease.

you've been trying to get into a comfortable position for a few minutes. perhaps it was the caffeine at work. you back up against him again - he shudders.

"(name)." his voice is uneven; almost pleading. "it's almost one, please go to sleep." his hips move back.

"oh, sorry. am i disturbing you too much?" you make a small movement to turn back, which causes him to let out a small, barely audible moan - almost a huff.

"(name).."

that's when you feel it; the bulge pressed against your backside. vibrant shades of reds and pinks creep up from your neck to your face until you're flushed crimson.

"william..?"

william presses a small kiss on your neck, the most sensitive spot of it to shush you; he's embarrassed as well. "...it's only natural." he says. "i can't help it; not when i'm around you." a pause. "i apologise if this is uncomfortable, if you'd like i can go sleep on the-"

"nonono, wait." you shake your head, determined not to be distanced from him. you turn your head over to your shoulder, meet his ruby eyes and a face that mirrors your own blushing one. "i- i um, i understand. as you said; it's only natural."

a small silence fills the room.

"..would it be selfish," his hand caresses your hip, fingers kneading and palming lazily over the soft flesh; feather-like touches, as if they're simply hovering over you. "if i ask that i may indulge in you — even in late hours?"

you blink in surprise. a momentary pause, and then your lips break out into a small grin. "it wouldn't."

"that's great, then." his hot breath fans over your neck, making you shiver. his hand travel down south, pushing up your dress l. his long, slender fingers push aside your panties and you stifle back a moan. "mmhh.."

william's middle and index finger rub small circles with slow and careful precision at your clit, making you jolt a little at the stimulation. your legs spread.

"liam," you sigh breathily. "that feels good."

hearing your voice, something about the sweetness, something about how soft and quiet it is makes him chuckle softly. "go on, darling. let me hear what other sounds you can make." he eases his middle finger in and he groans at how wet you feel.

"look at you," he whispers in your ear, voice sultry. "clamping down on my fingers - how wet you feel."

william's fingers pump back and forth, in and out, knuckles pressed against your folds, fingers as deep as they can go. "ungh.." your fingers dig into his arm.

"shh, shh.." he cooes, trying to ease you. you can feel it; the painful erection against your back. you're not a bad lover, you want to help him and more than anything else, you want him. inside of you, as soon as possible. "liam? can we plea-" you reach behind.

"easy, my love." he murmurs. "all in due time."

william fingers you much faster now, curling his fingers upwards - pressing that sweet spot, that sweet spot riiight up there just perfectly. "i, as well, want nothing more than to feel myself be coddled inside you."

you moan out, feeling your stomach in knots. "hngh.." you whimper and your toes curl. you're squirming now, feeling lightheaded - it's coming, you're coming. william would be a fool not to notice.

he makes a few more curls of his fingers, pressing against your g-spot with just right pressure. "that's it.." he nibbles on your bare shoulder. "there we go.."

"nngh..!" and it's so strong; your orgasm, with how skilled his fingers are. you're trembling, eyes rolling to the back of your head, fingernails digging into his forearms, feeling your high hit you like a truck.

you're still seeing stars when he lines up against your entrance, tapping at your folds with his tip. you turn your neck to kiss him sloppily; a mess of saliva and hot gasps and breaths against each other. your eyes fall down to his loins and it's almost embarrassing.

the tip has gone from a creamy pink to a darker and more dull pink; swollen, by the looks of it. "do you see what you do to me, love?" he questions, his voice half in pants and shaky whispers.

"ah!" you gasp, feeling him push himself in. it's so warm, so wet and so soft inside of you that he has to take a few breaths to compose himself and not cum on the spot.

william and you are connected so intimately. he looks down to see where the two of you are joined and he doesn't see a slither of space. he shivers at the sight.

"mnhh.." he hums, pressing further into you and pulls you further to him. you envelope his lips with yours; warm and wet. he nibbles down on your bottom lip as he rolls his hips.

"mm.. yeah, right there.." you gasp when he hits a deeper spot inside of you that no one has before.

"hngh, so good." you babble into his mouth. his cock has a delicious curve & that has you drooling eveytime the tip comes in contact with the cervix.

his skin is damp and so are you from sandwiching yourselves against each other. he pushes your hair away to see you better, presses a kiss on the crown of your head as he fucks you. and he fucks you good.

"hm.. hmhh.." william is grunting softly. you can feel this man throbbing inside of you. his fingers grasp the flesh on your soft hips & he dips his face into the crook of your neck. "i love you... i love you, (name).."

he's close-and quite frankly, so are you. your legs tremble. "angh, please please, i'm going to cum-" he feels you clench around him hard and that is all it takes before a flash of white sputters and paints itself inside of your gummy walls. his orgasm triggers your own as you shudder and shiver, squirm and writh in his embrace as you cum around his cock; moaning and gasping his name and incomprehensible pleads.

you black out.

when dawn arrives and you awaken from your slumber, you are bombarded with dozens of gifts littering the already huge bedroom.

how much could this man have bought and spent to fill this large room anyway? you are soon pulled away from your thoughts when you see william enter the room, shirtless, hair wet, droplets of water dripping down his skin and a towel wrapped around his waist.

"eye candy." you murmur to yourself, but not small enough for him not to hear. the man chuckles.

"come, my dear. i do not know about candy but i have brought us breakfast. i figured you would need some energy to open up all these gifts, anyway."

[jqafterdark]

Seeing S/O in Lingerie Reaction

From a request in my main blog, this has no smut but VERY SUGGESTIVE so... yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sebastian Moran, William James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, and Louis James Moriarty

Tag/s: Historically inaccurate lingerie

Sebastian Moran

The man whistled as soon as you entered his field of vision.

He looked like a kid in a candy store.

Straight up GRINNING from ear to ear.

If you're showing him a variety, he'll inspect every single one of them.

It's almost alarming how focused he looks.

Little do you know, he's thinking about how to use whatever lace or strings your outfit has to his advantage in the bedroom.

The minute you're within his reach, Sebastian pulls you to his lap to get a closer look.

He takes his time to take in your figure while his hands roam through your body.

Even as you walk away, his eyes never leave your figure.

Like you were one of his targets on missions.

He would definitely tease you, wanting you to get riled up as much as he is.

What's more annoying is he wants you to say that you want to do it before he continues.

He's torn between taking it off or just doing the deed with it still on you.

Whatever position you're in, he definitely has a good view of you.

A mirror might be involved.

"I'm back-" Sebastian abruptly stopped as your eyes met in the mirror, wide in shock.

His eyes traveled down to your new short silk nightgown and stockings, going up and down before smiling.

"You could have just said so," he chuckled, removing his coat as he walked up to you.

You quickly grabbed whatever was closest to you, in this case, a hairbrush, and pointed it at him as you kept a distance.

"Oh no, you don't! Last time, I chased the target through the city with a limp!" you muttered, keeping your distance as your eyes never left him.

"Do you have a mission tomorrow?" Sebastian innocently asked, making you pause.

"...No...?"

"Then that settles it," he smiled, quickly hugging your waist.

"SEBASTIAN!"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Wouldn't want your pretty outfit to rip, now do we?"

William James Moriarty

When you asked him to come with you to go underwear shopping, he was shocked, to say the least.

But he quickly recovered and agreed.

You definitely have his attention now.

While his eyes kept following you while he drank his tea, his smile was different than it usually was.

It was more... devious, so to speak.

While he keeps his composure, a lot has happened in his mind.

While you were picking some things, William acted like a perfect gentleman.

Holds the clothes you picked, heartfelt compliments to boost your confidence, over all the best boyfriend you could ask for.

Almost too good to be true. And it was.

He might have thought of a few scenarios on how the two of you could get away with it in the store.

It helped that it was a pretty private dressing room, considering the store was made just for the nobles, where it was just you and him.

Even the workers were far from earshot, attending to the other customers at the front.

But he didn't continue since he saw you enjoying your little date and didn't want to ruin your good mood.

It didn't help that you would ask him for help to put some of them on, though... Or take them off.

Besides, he has the whole night planned just for the two of you, and he's making sure no one would bother you two.

You hummed happily as you swung the bags in your arms, satisfied with your purchases.

"I'm surprised you agreed to go shopping with me, Will!" you mused as you turned to William, "Didn't you have a meeting later with everyone? Wouldn't you be late?"

William gave you a smile as he grabbed your hand, "The meeting was moved since some of the professors were out sick,"

"Is that so..." you trailed off, shrugging off his response.

William quietly chuckled, remembering the surprised expressions his comrades had when he said the meeting was canceled and assigned a new mission to everyone.

The manor was now empty until morning.

"Well, whatever! I can't wait to try these at home," you beamed, looking down at your new haul.

"Indeed," William agreed, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Sherlock Holmes

He never saw the appeal of the lingerie until he saw it on you.

Now, lace is his favorite thing on your body.

The first time he saw you in lingerie, it was like he shut down.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were glued to you as he reached his hand out to you.

When you walked up to him, he eyed every inch of your body, engraving the image of you in his mind.

To him, you looked ethereal.

Like beauty personified.

When he did speak, it was soft and breathless, as if you rendered him speechless.

And when you did it, the sight of you in lingerie and covered in hickeys he left is now his favorite thing.

He gets more possessive whenever he sees you in lingerie.

And surprisingly more gentle and slow, wanting to enjoy every second of it.

Now, every time you buy a new set, he likes having a private fashion show.

When you bring him to a lingerie store, he is not embarrassed at all.

Hell, he'd even pick out a few things for you.

You can tell his compliments are genuine with how serious his expression is.

"Sherlock?" you called out, slowly walking up to him.

His eyes were completely wide as he looked at you.

"Sherl?" you called out again, but no response as he continued to stare at you.

You bit your lip as you covered yourself, feeling self-conscious wearing nothing but a bustier with matching underwear.

"Don't,"

"Huh?" Sherlock quickly grabbed your hands, pulling them down to your side.

"Don't hide it. You look beautiful," Sherlock breathed out, mesmerized by your outfit as his eyes slowly looked up at you.

You felt your face flush as you looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

"You're staring too much,"

"I disagree,"

Louis James Moriarty

You almost gave the man a heart attack.

He was not expecting to see you in lace and sheer one night after a long day of house chores.

Was it an unwelcomed surprise? No. Definitely not.

That night, he was just hoping to have some downtime with you after working the whole day.

So when he saw you by your dresser half-dressed putting on stockings, it was like the man turned into stone.

Minutes later, Louis came back and saw you in your robe, relieved to see he was okay.

His face became completely red when he remembered what happened and apologized for walking in on you.

Even though you forgave Louis, he's still scolding himself for liking what he saw.

What's more, his eyes would gaze over your robe when it would slip.

Explaining why he slammed his head on the table was interesting, to say the least.

So when you told Louis it was okay for him to look, he was still shy. But you would catch him stealing glances your way.

He tries to compliment you, say anything coherent for that matter. But he just mutters something while looking at the ground.

However, the moment he got more confident, his hands would not let you go.

Suddenly, he's fluent in dirty talk and knows just what to say to get you in the mood.

And he makes sure you know just how beautiful and alluring you looked that night.

"I truly apologize..." Louis muttered, a cold towel over his head as you chuckled, tying the robe tightly around your waist.

"Don't be. I'm just surprised," you reassured as you removed the towel, making Louis meet your eyes.

You weren't sure, but you swear you saw his eyes tracing your robe down to your chest.

His face turned completely red instantly, making him turn away.

You breathed out a smile as you hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head.

"I'm really not mad, Louis!" you giggled, swaying side-by-side.

"Besides, that was for your eyes only, you know?" you grinned, making the man freeze as steam came out of his face as you snickered.

"Please don't tease me..."

[ananiel]

Okay, I know and I'm very sorry that I am bothering you again. I just thought about something crazy.... What if Sherlock and William baby traped Obanai!Reader? And she can't bring herself to kill the babies because it's not babies's fault? It's twins by the way. Girl and Boy.

And if you are writing NSFW can you do it too?

And I am very sorry again for bothering you with my requests��

I just like how you write about it and how you are imagining it. I have plenty scenarios but I don't know how to write them🥲

Yes, i am not the best at writing nsfw but i can certainly try, and do not worry, You are of no bother at all, i like taking requests, and that is a very good idea!

Yandere sherlock holmes x reader x yandere William james moriarty

Tw : mentions of killing intent, non con, yandere themes, baby trapping, drugging, dark content, read at your own risk!

Nsfw!

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IT had been days since they saw your scars... Days since they started making side comments, side comments that became more and more disturbing for You

"do You think that the child Will have your beautifull eyes?"

Or

"... Ha, you'd look so good round, full with children, my darling"

You weren't dumb either. You knew what they were hinting at, all the soft touches, sugestive looks and most importantly, on the rarely ocasions that they let You go outside... The way they would stare at pregnant or mother's with their children, especially if the Young ones were still babies. Every time, You would see at least one of them stare long, with a small smile as his hand went to your stomach, holding it tight (and You in place)

Of course, You expected what came next, a talk with them, over tea, which, as a fool, You took, in which they wanted to prepare You, and say that You are at a Point in your relathionship in which the time for kids is right... They were old enough, and so were You for that.

You protested, screaming at them as You told them that You would never want to raise children, or have sex, with either one... And they took that... Smirking?

When your vision got slightly blury You understood why, of course, they planned this, they knew You, they knew You wouldn't accept it in no way posible. But drugging? This was low even for them, You wanted to say, but do You truly know them both so well to say that? Can You even say that, knowing You were talking about your kiddnappers and possible rapists?

.

.

.

"no... No...." You breath out, trying to pull yourself togheter as You saw them inch closer.

Maybe it was your tired mind, but You could swear that You saw their faces twisted in that awfull smirks of theirs.

Sherlock was the one to grab You to your feet and making You grind against his erected cock while he let out a shaky breath of pleasure.

"now sherlock... Be patient Will You? Your turn Will come"

William says wraping his arms around your waist and holding your ass against his pants.

"it is easy for You, Liam, You will be the first to take her"

You shooks your head, your ears ringing as sherlock comented, and his rough hands adictinvly went and unbottined your shirt, giving them acces to your bare skin.

Seeing that, William's lips made contact with your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings about how You will see that this is the best for You, that You were made to be a mother and that You will thank them for impregnating You when You would see the beautifull baby that will come out of you all.

You fall on the sofa, them soon following and taking their positions, with William behind You and Sherlock in front of You, Sherlock captured your lips in a pasionate kiss, his hands going to your hips as his toungue plays around your mouth, his hands guiding Your hips to meet William's, earning a few moans from the blond as he continued to pree open mouthed Kisses to your neck, making You unconsciouly moan against Sherlock's mouth, which grew his need dor You.

They continued to whisper sweet nothings here and there, but that didn't help, didn't help at all, as tears weild up in your eyes and their hands opened up your pants.

You were too weak to fight, and the combination of sherlock's roughness and the way William softly rubs his hands all over your skin... It was getting good, as much as you hated to admit it, as much as you hated the fact that they did make You wet.

William smiles mischevously as he felt the wetness from your panties, bring to of his fingers to tease your entrace before inserting them slowly, making You yelp weakly against Sherlock's mouth.

William started thrusting his fingers, making small pauses that had You embarassingly trying to meet his thrusts.

"see? Told ya she's gonna come around eventually, now hurry up Liam, am getting impatient... "

William playfully rolls his eyes as sherlock Kisses down your chest, ending up sucking on one of your nipples as his hand massages the other one.

William continues to thrust his fingers up, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but before You can come, he removes his fingers, making You grown.

You left soft moans spill out of your lips from sherlock's actions as your eyes widen when You heard the William's pants falling down.

"easy now..." he shushes as he gives himself a pump before guiding You on himself, making You take him inch by inch. Not giving You time to get used to him before he bottoms out

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as You felt him slowly snap his hips back in you, earning a very loud moan from you, followed by more small muffle ones.

"hey... I'm getting jealous, pay attention to me too... " sherlock whispers, his hands playing with your clit as William thrusted his hips fast, making You reach your High that was denied earlier

"oh... This is... Better than i could've ever dreamed" he says in between groans and pants, his motions continuing for what felt like hours, as he continued to thrust, not giving You time to come down from your High

You moaned louder.

"we talked that after cumming we Switched William" sherlock bites into your shoulder, as if to show that he is very serious, not that William could seem to care less

"Said about switch ing after coming, she did, i didn't, wait till i finish and have your turn, it's not like she is going anywhere"

William rests his head against your shoulder, shotting his load inside you.

Panting, he gives one more thrust before pulling away.

"finally!" sherlock exclaims as pushes inside you, causing You to yelp, thinking that ha wasn't prepared, and that You would get a small break.

But no, the overstimulation was making You even more lightheaded than You already were because of the druged Tea. And jesus, You didn't know if You liked sherlock's aproach more, or William's. William was more calculated, having a rythm that he trusted in, while at sherlock it felt like every single thrust was difrent from the other, making your stomach twist and turn. You were close again, and if they fucked You thought this orgasm again, You are more than sure that You will pass out

"forgeting about me?" William asks as he presses down on your stomach, making You moan as he could feel sherlock's dick against his finger. You let out a loud moan as You came, William kissing your neck whole smiling as sherlock seemed to lost in his pleasure tto give a reaction other than a moan from the aditional squeze "you'll see my darling, once this children are born, You will thank us"

Sherlock nods, too lost into his pleasure to respond properly as he chases his high, bitting down on the opposite shoulder that is planting the Kisses.

His movements get more sloppy, and after 2 more thrusts, he cums. You fall against his chest, breathing in deeply as tears start pooling from your eyes again, but You don't know what they are. Maybe fear, maybe overstimulation, hatred .

"your turn now, Liam" Your eyes widen at that

"let her rest a minute, she needs it if we want her to not pass out and remember everything"

.

.

.

And remember everything you did, You felt disgusted at yourself, You looked into the mirror at your stomach almost 8 times a day, trying to see a difrence, trying to see if truly You were pregnant with their children.

You dreded the fact that You were late, that You were sleeping more, that You were more picky, and they couldn't seem to get enough of them.

They had, physician after physician come, but after the first one was killed right in front of You after You tried to tell him the truth, that You were forced into this. You weren't trying to take any risks now, You didn't want a poor man's blood on your hands.

Twins.

Twins, oh how happy they were at the sound of twins, how empty You felt, thinking that instead of one reminders of what happend, You had two. Two little beasts to resemble the bigger ones.

At month 5 You were already big enough to cause some disconfort, which they took grade pleasure in, helping and always holding your stomach... You considered more than once to fall down a fight of stairs, to end this pregnancy and posibly yourself, but something stopped You, the vow You made to be better than your parents.

You hated those kids, and it made You hate yourself more, that You couldn't love them, that You will end up maybe worse than your whole clan. What choice did the children have? It's not like they were at fault for who their fathers are...

You saw them put the cribs, You saw them react and tell everyone, and soon, You will see them hold the babies too. You saw the obbsesion, the need in their eyes more than enough to know that, that was the case now too. The children were a way too keep You close to them, but also, to have another piece of you.

They were obssesed with the kids too.

For You, they were the snake demon You had to cut your face for. They were the monster that your parents failed to protect You form, they were the demons You won't leave your children in the hands of those demons.

When they were born, You held them, You held one beautifull boy with blue hair and your striking eyes, and one girl, the spliting image of William, of it weren't for one colored eye that wasn't Red, her heterocromia made her somehow cuter, in the eyes of you, someone that was crytisized for them your whole life.

You were tired after birth, but You held strong, making sure that the two men have as little contact with the babies as posible that is until You heard one private discusion

"oh Liam, You genius, she doesn't even know that the children Will have our possesive traits!"

What? You looked at the baby in your arms, feeling lightheaded

"Who would expect a child being obssesed sherly, and You saw the babies' eyes, how they follow her... Our little copies. She can't escape now, and with the children, it's not like she wants to, the door has been opened and left unguared for a week, she won't ever escape now "

Door opened... You rushed to their cribs, putting each one of them in their respective cribs, looking at them for one last Time...

Not survivours like You... No... They were tiny baby demons... They were holding You out of fear for them in a Cage, only that it was opened, this time, the Cage is opened...

This time You can run...

You don't look back, You don't take anything... Foolled, You were tricked by the offsprings of demons.

And You won't accept it, won't accept being held hostage no more.

You were a better mother than your parents could ever be, and that made You proud, but after your past was hunted by snake people, You won't let another kind of those people control You any longer

(i am thinking to make a continuation of this, like, iguro obanai darling escapes without the children, and while sherliam are busy trying to find her, Louis and entity! Reader, that he didn't love at first, take care of the kids, but seeing her so motherly, he slowly starts to get obsesive, seeing the children as their own and the entity as his partner. What do You guys think?)

[q1ngqve]

ᝰ LEAVE !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 cockwarming william j. moriarty!

CW; fem! reader, cockwarming, penetration, praise kink, slight edging, ‘good girl’, ‘pretty girl’, ‘darling’, slight angst at the end

soft whimpers fill william’s office as you sit on his lap, his cock buried deep inside of your cunt. he’s told you to keep it down at least three times, telling you that the others would hear if you kept whimpering his name like that.

that comment shut you up immediately, you haven’t told anyone but you’ve been sleeping with almost all of them since you arrived and joined their little group. you just couldn’t help it, how could you when all of them gives you their undivided attention and respect? and it’s pretty damn hard to say no when they’re all so convincing in their own way.

you bite back another moan when william shifts his hip beneath you, trying to get into a more comfortable position while he focuses on grading the maths assignments before him.

you know he’s doing it on purpose, he’d shift his position slightly every once in a while just to rile you up. it isn’t the first time you’re cockwarming him, but it sure is the first time you’re lasting this long trying not to fuck yourself on his cock. and he can feel it, the way you’re clenching around him unconsciously and the way you’re already dripping down his pants is a clear indication that you’re this close to begging him to fuck you.

your legs tremble as you struggle to stop your body from reacting. the pleasure was just too much to handle, especially when the tip of his dick kisses your spot so sweetly. and he presses a soft kiss to the crevice of your neck, “I’m almost done, just a little longer, okay? you’re doing so well for me.” and all you can muster without making too much noise is a soft hum that you’re not even sure if he heard.

william knows. of course he does. he knows you’ve been sleeping with the rest of the group, and he knows he should be doing something about it, but he’s not going to deny the fact that you’ve raised their morales tenfold since you joined. and he knows he shouldn’t be fraternizing with a fellow team member, but it’s so hard when you’re so fucking obedient to everything he says. he loves that about you, always so pliant and obedient for him.

you are so close to fucking yourself on his dick, and he knows that as well. which is why he shifts his legs, the soft motion pushes his dick right up against your g-spot. the moan you’ve been holding flies out in an instant, and you let go. the pleasure was just too much to not move, how could you not when he’s so deep inside, stretching and filling you up so good?

your hips grind down onto his and you let your whimpes escape, fully focused on chasing your high and throwing away the fact that you might get punished later into the back of your head.

but obviously, doing it by yourself isn’t enough. william smiles when he hears your pleas tumble out in incoherent words, barely catching on to what you’re trying to say. but he’s fucked you enough times to know that you’re begging. begging him to thrust up into your warm, wet cunt, giving you the release you want so badly.

“please, please, please— I’ve been so good!”

william hums, the sound reverberating deep from his throat. “you have, haven’t you?” he thinks he’s getting soft hearted, especially when it comes to you. “been a good girl and cockwarmed me for so long, didn’t even move a muscle and make a sound. isn’t that right?”

a few strands of hair falls to the front of your face when you nod in reply, trying so hard not to scream his name you finally feel him thrusting up into you.

“pretty girl deserves a reward, don’t you think?”

“yes please…”

you hear him chuckle before his leather-gloved hands grabs your hip and shoves you onto his desk. he swears he’s losing it. completely and absolutely losing it when it comes to you. one look at you lying on his desk beneath him with your face contorted in pleasure is enough to make him cum on the spot.

but he promised he’d give you your reward, and he always delivers.

your back arches off the wooden desk when you feel his hands drawing circles on your clit. the sensitive muscle reacting to his touch instantly, sending heat up your core.

william twitches inside you, feeling your soft walls clenching around him as your whimpers increase in pitch. “c’mon darling, you’ve got this. come for me.” you blacked out for a second, your climax hitting you like a truck under his soft coaching.

“that’s it, good girl.”

soft moans leaves his own lips as he cums inside you, unable to hold it back any longer.

you steady your breathing, eyes still closed as you await the harsh change in his tone. “now, leave.” your eyes open, adjusting to the lights above, heart breaking into a thousand pieces.

william’s already shoved himself back into his pants and looking down at you like you’re filth, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. you scramble to stand and smooth your dress, eyes hardening at this repeated scene ever since the two of you began this whole ‘thing’.

the sound of your heels walking away in the corridor has his own heart aching. deep down, he is sure that he’s falling in love, and he can not allow himself that luxury, not when so much is at stake.

⭒ A/N — this was supposed to be a drabble so idk how it turned into a full blown fic with some plot behind it…

[shall-we-die]

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He loves being in control - Sherlock would enjoy being in charge during intimate encounters. He likes to be the dominant one and take the lead.

He can be a tease - Sherlock knows exactly how to push your buttons and loves to make you squirm. He will tease and taunt you, bringing you to the edge before pulling back.

He is a romantic at heart - Despite his sarcastic and witty nature, Sherlock can also be incredibly romantic.

He enjoys showering his S/o with affection and surprises. He will go out of his way to show his love, whether it's through small gestures or grand romantic gestures that will leave you swooning.

He is a bit of a masochist - Sherlock loves a bit of pain mixed in with his pleasure.

Whether it's through light spanking or exploring other forms of light BDSM, he enjoys adding a little bit of pain into the mix.

He is a bit of a exhibitionist - Sherlock loves the idea of being seen, and would not be opposed to some outdoor or public... activities.

[starsh1ne-va1ly]

Headcanons for the Moriarty Brothers

Okay vin– get ready for ANOTHER terrific headcanon/prompt idea of mine :'D @tulipsforvin ////This is going to be a series where I add all my headcanon by reblogging my old post. (Not proofread!) Dont steal or copy those ideas unless I allowed you to write something with this like oure dear friend vin (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ <3 @tulipsforvin all of this is my own work made by @starsh1ne-va1ly

—Louis James Moriarty

I think that when he first started to have feelings for you, he would be a tsundere. Not the bully one, he will problaby just be really distant and cold towards you, not wanting to fall even more in love than he already is. (yesyesyesyes–)

I mean considering his situation, love and loyalty to his brothers– he thinks that romantic feelings for someone outside (or even in) of the Moriarty group are in his way and that he doesn't need more intimate relationships with people other than his family. So at the start he first pushed those feelings, thoughts and also you away. Leaving you confused and hurt. BUT– after a while he might see MORAN making a move on you. And thats the point on where he won't be able to take it anymore and starts regretting his past decision. Seeing MORAN OF ALL PEOPLE making a move on you— making you shyly laugh and smile at him... No JUST NO. FUCK NO. NONONONONO. NOOOOO— (Moran and William probably developed this plan together so that Louis could get closer to you and find happiness too.—)

So when he finally makes a move on you he slowly, like REALLY slowly turns into the sweetheart that he is. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

He will definitely be protectiv of you. I mean, have you seen how he acts when Sherlock is around Liam? You must be blind to not see this :') I'm also a sucker, simp, lover, etc... For the troup x loser reader. Or x shy/calm/motherly reader. JUST LOOK AT HIM??? His whole family is made up of losers ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ He will be attracted to you, I'm sure of that.

Also high thigh socks??? Seeing you in youre night grown with these— His mind go brrrr. Hugging you from behind and hiding his flushed face in youre neck.

[beneathashadytree]

Hello,How do you feel now? I Hope your get better❤️Anyway congrats for your 2k followers,you really deserve it!

I love your stories and writing so much,and for request, could you please write spicy story about Albert James Moriarty having jealous sex with reader ? You can add little fluff in the end too👉👈prompts: 47, 63,64

LET HIM WATCH - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : this is obviously very NSFW, messy sex, cumming inside, jealousy sex, implied exhibitionism, cum-eating, dom!Albert, sub!reader, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : filth smut

Word count : 1.3K words (oh shit—)

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I’m feeling quite alright now, thank you very much. You’re really too sweet! I’m glad to be celebrating this event with all of you guys. I honestly usually write under 1K words for this event, but this request was so good that I just ran with it. I hope it’s to your liking, though I apologize for being so late!💗

Prompts : "Be quiet. We're not alone." "You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more.'" "I want to love every inch of you tonight."

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Albert Moriarty was a risk taker, and anyone who knew him well enough was aware of that. He liked to act on his whims (which always actually were carefully-constructed plans that depended a little too much on chance) despite knowing that he might very well lose it all, and he loved nothing more than pulling the rug from underneath everyone’s feet without them realizing. He was a wicked man, through and through.

But more wicked than anything he’d done was the way he was currently fucking his sweetheart half-dumb with his back against the wall in an abandoned drawing room, the loud sounds of the party still going on in the ballroom next-door.

Their fists were bunched in his smart shirt, desperately trying to hold onto anything as his cock mercilessly drove deeper into them; deep enough for them to jolt in his arms and arch their back in such a lewd way that, paired with the sex-drunk look in their hazy eyes and their kiss-swollen lips, it almost had him cumming on the spot.

This was much more frenzied than they’d ever seen Albert try to bed them. In fact, the way he wildly snapped his hips upwards as his arms pulled them deeper into his chest and faster down his cock was almost determined to fuck the common sense out of them.

They were already far too gone; after all, under no circumstances had they ever expected to find themselves being pumped full of his cum—not once, but twice—in the room next to the one where all the nobility of the ‘Ton mingled and chattered.

But how could they focus on anything else, when every vein and every ridge of him dragged against their walls so deliciously? How could they form a coherent thought, when his swollen tip abused that one spot that drove them mad with lust and had them writhing in his arms and crying his name like a wanton whore?

“Albert! F-fuck, slow down—!”

He clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval, an almost-condescending smile on his perfect face as he saw how their actions contradicted their words. They were pushing back to meet every single one of his thrusts, eager for the pornographic squelching that came with the meeting of skin against skin and his cock into their sopping hole.

“You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more,’” he chuckled. His hands had a mind of their own at this point. One had sought purchase in their thigh, fingers digging deep enough to leave bruises that had them squirming delightfully in their seat for days afterwards, while the other had reached up to pinch at their hardened nipples through their fancy clothes. “And I need to fuck you well enough to leave a mark inside you. After all, no one can do this but me, hm?”

A strangled moan left their mouth as he drove in particularly deep to punctuate the point he was trying to make.

“Your words, sweetheart.”

“Oh, God, yes. Sir, yes, sir. Only you, sir.”

With a tug at their thick locks, he smashed their mouths together, hungrily kissing them as if they would die if they weren’t connected in every single way possible. Teeth gnashed and tugged, and tongues tasted and sucked, so messily that he could swear he could see them drooling a little past the corner of their mouth.

Breathily, after pulling away for a moment, he asked, “Not even Lord Harrington?” What they could muster was only a small sound of dazed confusion, to which he tugged at their hair again and forced them to meet his burning emerald gaze. “He seemed awfully friendly with you earlier. Going on and on about his lands and perks, I presume?”

“N-no! Albert, I would never—“

“It isn’t a matter of whether or not you would, darling. Of course you wouldn’t,” he chuckled half-heartedly, though there was anything but mirth in his voice. He slammed up into them, his pace growing unforgiving, and causing them to twist and whine out another plea. “After all, he wouldn’t be able to ruin you like this. I always knew you liked it rough. I wonder, what he would say if he saw you like this, full of my cock and begging for it harder?”

In a rather ironic twist of fate, the door handle of the drawing room was being twisted open at that moment, and Albert barely had a few seconds to pull the both of them behind the curtains and press them up against the window. Footsteps resounded in the room, and he could hear the sigh of what could only be Lord Harrington himself sitting in an armchair and pulling out a cigarette in the furthest corner of the room.

Albert’s cruel smirk showed just how delighted he was at this turn of events. Before they could even register what was happening, he began pounding into them again, earning a surprised keen of pleasure, before he clamped his hand over their drooling mouth.

“Be quiet,” he hissed into their ear, “We're not alone. Or do you want Lord Harrington to see you all fucked out and desperate for my cum?” When he felt them clenching around him at his words, a jolt of surprise and arousal ran through him. “Oh? Looks like you do want that. Want him to see your pathetic little hole stretched around me? I could arrange that, darling. Just say the word.”

A pinch to their aching nipple, and then a tap to their thigh urged them to push harder against him and take him in deeper. Impossibly fast and ruthless, Albert paid little mind to the fact that Lord Harrington was smoking a mere few meters away from them and could very easily hear them, if not see them altogether. After all, it seemed like his naughty sweetheart had taken a liking to the idea of getting caught.

With a practiced hand, he reached down to teasingly touch them right where they liked it, mixing that with his firm grip. His other hand muffling their breathy gasps and shameless moans, it didn’t take long for him to feel their muscles spasming around him, their orgasm coming crashing into them. That delicious feeling alone coaxed his throbbing length to spill inside their warm walls, and he cursed under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling from where they were joined so messily, and down their flushed and bruised thighs.

In a daring display of lewdness that almost stunned him, they scooped his release from between their thighs as he pulled out of them with a low hiss, and stuck their fingers into their mouth. A satisfied hum, and they were licking every drop off their wet fingers. That sight alone kindled yet another raging fire inside of him; one that couldn’t be satisfied with a mere quick fuck behind the curtains.

“Just so you know,” they shakily whispered, clinging onto his lapels as they still seemed a little exhausted from their passionate craze, “It’s not his presence that makes the difference. It’s the thought of you showing us—me, off. That’s all, really.”

Albert could only swallow thickly, as he felt his heart thud in his chest. He barely registered the fact that Lord Harrington’s footsteps had taken him out of the room and closed the door behind him. All he could think of at the moment was that he couldn’t think of a more perfect person to have fallen so irrevocably in love with.

With a gentleness that had been absent from his fit of jealousy, he began to readjust their rumpled and half-strewn clothes. Clasping their sticky hands in his, he pulled them in closer for a tender, almost-laughably-chaste kiss to their soft lips.

“Let’s go outside and bid everyone our farewells. We can make it back home before ten.” He glanced at his watch for confirmation, then nodded. Brushing back their hair, he met their eyes, no less sensual, but all the more fond. “I want to love every inch of you tonight.”

Taglist : @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @whitecelluyu @wifeofkyojuro

[ha1taniwh0re]

What a night

Request from @hai-kbai <3

Fandom: Moriarty the patriot

Character:Irene Adler x fem reader

Warning: (dom)Irene, (sub)reader, modern AU, fingering, oral, cum, vibrator, lesbian sex

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"oh come on (name) you need some fun in your life" Alica said.

"Yeah all you do is work let someone do you babe" Bella said.

"Ugh alright" I said.

"Okey so we know you don't have any club clothes so we bought some for you" Bella said and showed me bag.

(outfit1-you, outfit2-irene)

"Amm are you sure about this?" I asked.

"OMG YOU LOOK SO SEXY" Alice said.

"We are getting free drinks tonight" Bella said.

After we finished our makeup and everything we went to some fancy club. When you are women you can go everywhere even some rich private club. When we got inside I already knew I won't like it there.

/two hours later/

"Can we go now?" I asked.

"Noo it's fun babe" Bella said.

I rolled my eyes and than I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I looked to left to see who is the person and I saw a boy maybe a year or two older than me.

"My boss called you to VIP room" he said and showed to VIP room.

I looked up and saw a blonde man in suit with glass of wine in his hand smiling at me and waving. I gave him wave and fake smile.

"Im sorry but Im with my two friends I can't leave them"

"He said that you can bring them too"

"We are going for sure, lead us to door" Alice said.

I didn't get a chance to say something because they dragged me to VIP room. When we entered that boy didn't enter with us but we met with other people. There was big sofa and there were 3 man and... 1 women?

"Hii there" a blonde man from before said with smile.

"We appreciate your offer for this but we should get home you know" I said with scared smile.

I heard someone laughing. It was that women.

"Relax love, we called you here to chat and have fun nothing more. It's not what you think, but if you want that we can figure something out" she said and looked at me from bottom to top.

I felt my cheeks burning.

"Irene don't scare her more" a brunette man said.

She smiled at me and went to pure more wine.

"Hi my name is Albert, this two blondes are my younger brothers William and Louis, this man is Moran and lady who spoke to you is Irene"

"Im Alice, this is Bella and one who spoke to you guys is (name)"

"(Name)? What a lovely name sweetie" Irene said.

"Irene we know that you like her but let her to relax first, she got scared" Louis said and took a sip of his wine.

Irene came and gave us a glass of wine.

"You like me?" I asked.

"Yeah why? Does it makes you uncomfortable? You don't like girls?"

"I have never kissed a girl to know if I like them but it doesn't make me uncomfortable. It's just I never heard that someone like me"

"Damn baby it's someone else's loss than because you are hell fine"

"Irene relax a bit" Moran said.

"Fine" she rolled her eyes.

She is hot while doing it.

"You like how she rolls her eyes huh (nickname)?" William asked.

Oh shit they caught me. Irene looked at me with smirk. She layed me down on sofa and got on top of me.

"Oh so you like me too"

I looked at her face, eyes, lips and than I felt something on my lips. She kissed me. I started to kissed her back.

"Woah there get a room Irene" Moran said when he paused kissing Alice.

"Sure" she said and took my hand.

We got out of room and went to some room. When she closed the door next second I felt my back on wall and my legs around her waist. We started kissing. My hands were around her neck while her hands were grabbing my ass. She took us to bed and started to undress me. Because of my outfit she didn't had much to take off. I released that she didn't take off my skirt when I wanted to take it off she grabbed my arm.

"Leave it you look so sexy with that skirt on"

That sentence turned me on more. I smirked and started to undress her. When we were both nacked she started kissing me but than I felt something inside me and that were her fingers.

"OH MY GOD" I moaned into her mouth.

"You like it babe?"

I nodded and she smirked. After just two minutes I cane on her fingers and it was the best orgasam I ever had. I rolled us and started to eat her.

"Oh shit you know what you are doing" she said and put her hand on my head to pull me closer.

She didn't take much to cum too. I thought that we were finished but than she got a dildo from somewhere.

"Ready babe?"

I nodded and she put it inside, but thing I didn't know it wasn't dildo but vibrator.

"Oh shit"

I took her by waist and put her on my face. While I was eating and fingering her she was messing with me.

"Oh shit Im close"

"Come on baby, cum on my face"

That was a button and she came on my face, I ate all her cum.

"Now you" she said and went down on me.

Vibrations and her tongue were enough to make me cum.

"OMG IRENE!!"

She ate all my cum and went to kiss me. We were cuddling.

"I know that we don't know each other for a day but do you want to be my girlfriend?" She asked.

"YESSS!!" I said.

[yanmari]

Hello! Hope it's not a bother... A request for Moriarty the patriot fandom, William Moriarty or character of your choice, featuring smut or not is also up to you. Without photography being in common use, what kind of keepsake would he keep of his s/o? Handkerchief, glove, stocking, nightgown or something else to remember them by? Tysm, and have a good day! <3

secret stash

william james moriarty x afab!reader

william james moriarty will always be the calm and collected character among his group. he could pull the trigger without blinking an eye, stab a man right through their vital organs—watch them die an excruciating death, but he never faltered.

as if he's far from being human.

however, there were several incidents that proved such theory wrong. one of those incidents happened hours after he shared a passionate and steamy night with you.

every time he stakes his claim on you, he always make sure that you leave one of your things behind—preferably, something that would remind him of you.

that day, you left your stockings behind before scurrying away from the moriarty mansion. that very stockings were torn right in the crotch after he couldn't control his urge to have you.

he always keep your things in a box, secured by a lock with intricate design—a lock that only he has the key.

he just got home from the university when his brother, louis, asked him about a certain box he found in will's room. he asked him where he should put it, making will's scarlet pupils shake for a moment.

“louis, you have to listen to me. you didn't see anything, and you will not say a word about this to anyone,” he said with finality while smiling at his younger brother.

he should find a more hidden spot to keep his stash from anyone's eyes.

[vroerry]

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[veaaxela]

moriarty the patriot x charlize ronan fem! Au

Yooooooo can anyone make an au out of this?!?!?

[eliasorchard]

William tying our hands / gagging us with his red tie 👁️👁️

highkey steamy sex, p in v, use of belt as constraints and tie as mouth gag, fingering, reader has afab body features.

UAGSHSHS it's been so long since i've written smut. i hope you enjoy. thank you for the request, anon :)

"sit down, (name)." william's back faces you, his hands busily twisting off the cap of a whisky bottle.

"don't order me around." you grit. "i am not your dog."

william's hand freezes, then he slowly turns around — resting against his office desk, and fingers curling round the edges. it's subtle, but his scarlet eyes are slightly narrowed.

he'd expected this anger from you. the remnants of your recent argument was still there, still present — simmering under your skin. and truthfully? it was the same for him.

"my darling," he says, the sarcasm imminent in his voice. "my dearest, my love.. will you please do me the honour of taking a seat? i wouldn't want to tire out your pretty legs."

a hesitant pause. "not in this way, anyway."

fuck, you hiss under your breath. that tone, so annoying. and what came after that was even more annoying.

you settle into the nearest chair, leaning back into it and crossing your legs. he approaches, offering you a glass. you glance at it. "i didn't come here for this. you know that."

"why are you here, then? i am exhausted from arguing."

"an apology."

william raises an eyebrow.

"give it to me." you state, and he scoffs — looking away.

moments linger in silence before he finally replies. "you're right." his expression softens, shoulders drooping as his eyes come to meet your own. he sets the glass of whiskey aside on the coffee table and slowly kneels, taking your hands in his. "i’m sorry. i understand now that my actions and words were wrong. the fault lies entirely with me, and i am truly, utterly sorry."

silence fills the room. you lean in. and kiss him. the world melts. against his trembling lips, you whisper: "forgiven."

william smiles against your mouth, feeling your hand on the back of his neck. you bring him in and kiss him. you kiss him hard. you kiss him again, then kiss him some more. and every time, he kisses you back, angling your lips together.

william's hands travel under you, holding you up. you wrap your legs around his waist. he takes you to his desk, sets you down. his head drops low to pepper kisses against your jaw. "open your mouth for me." he rasps, voice hoarse.

and you do. your lips part, letting your tongue meet with his. it's hot, you think. the room feels incredibly hot — or maybe it's just the kiss. maybe it's your bodies. they glide against each other and you can't help but let out a moan.

"too many clothes." you gasp, trembling hands trying to pop his shirt buttons. he lets out a shaky chuckle. "that's right. so let me, my love."

shirts are shed, and his hands rest over your ribcage, just below your chest, holding you close and steady. he dips his head, kissing the sweetest parts of your neck. but oh, he's taking his time — he's too slow, too soft.

you want him.

and you want him right now. a whine escapes you.

"liam—.." you whisper against the shell of his ear. he shivers.

"please, my dear." william pleads softly, pulling back slightly as he runs a hand through his blond hair. his brows are furrowed, breaths coming in unsteady gasps, with loose strands falling into his face. "be patient."

"no," you beg equally desperate. "right now.. please."

you can't help it — the growing arousal between your legs.

your fingernails dig into his back, rake into his skin, and a pained groan tears out of his throat — his expression twisting. he lets his head fall against your shoulder with a breathy sigh, nibbling on your exposed collarbone. and he holds apart your legs, grabbing fistfuls of your thigh pudge.

"(name)." his voice is raspy, dark, desperate — frustrated. he unbuckles his belt and with it, wraps it around your wrists, securing them with a firm but gentle grip.

and a legion of butterflies takes flight in your stomach as he tightens it. "no more, my dear." he skates his thumb along your cheekbone gently. "it hurts, you understand?"

your brows crease in frustration yourself. but you still nod.

"yes," you whisper sensually. "i do. and i'm sorry. i do."

"good." he presses a kiss to your forehead, pushes your panties to the side — and with the much present wetness, the penetration of two of his fingers is easy.

your jaw slackens, head tilting up while a moan of pleasure makes it past your lips. william takes the chance to turn his attention to your jaw and your neck in hot, frenzied kisses.

"god," you gasp as william continues with his ministrations, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. "ah- shit. that feels so good." and your moans continue to get prettier, get even louder when he angles his fingers upwards — hitting that spongy, sweet spot over and over. his eyelashes flutter at the sounds you make, now he'd normally never muffle the lovely noises that escape your throat...

but the walls are thin, and he's sure his colleagues are in the other room working on something else entirely. he pulls his fingers out, and you let out a whimper of disappointment at the loss of the feeling of his fingers inside you.

that sentiment, however, shifts instantly when he lifts his red tie, holding it taut between his fingers. "bite down."

you blink in surprise, cheeks flushed. "what?" / "the tie, my love." william says, equally red. "clamp down on it."

hesitantly, you part your lips and bite down on it. his gaze is intense, and you can sense his approval when he smiles. the way you manage to look gorgeous, even as your mouth is stuffed with his red tie makes him chuckle. he leans in, whispering against your ear. "you're beautiful."

you gulp, feeling the tips of your ears turn bright red as william align his tip against you. he lets out a shuddering breath, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly, very gently bottoms out inside of you.

"hngh." william whimpers, gripping onto your waist. he's sure he's covered in the most vibrant shades of vermillions. you feel amazing around him. "you feel so good.. so warm."

a moment passes, letting the both of you get used to each other before william begins to move. "ah..! fuck," you gape, blinking furiously. the friction is lovely — the way he rolls his hips, the motion, the speed — nothing could be better.

william snaps his hips against yours, the loud stuttering of his skin against your's makes him realise how ineffective the gag in your mouth really is. "hah...! (name), my darling—" he pants, adjusting his position for better support, he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, angling your hips slightly sideways as he picks up on the pace — grip on your hips firm and pulling you closer as he meets your movements.

"mmph," you're seeing stars, and you don't know what you're pleading for exactly, but you know the previous tension between the two of you has completely dissipated.

something pools in your stomach, warm and tingly and you know you're close — so close. william picks up on that, too, and his thrusts further intensify.

you want to hold something, anything to ground yourself—but your hands are tied, the leather cool around your wrists.

"liam, liam, liam," his name comes out in muffled chants, almost incompressible with the tie stuffed in your mouth over and over. the knot within you snaps, and everything releases like a dam. your orgasm washes over you, blurring your vision with white, and triggering his own as he whimpers his own gasps of your name repeatedly.

"haa... haa..."

william collapses against you — his breath labored and huffing. the only thing that brings him back from ecstasy is the beating of your heart against his own, bodies still trembling lightly. "you... have a talent for driving me wild."

[jqafterdark]

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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?"

[shall-we-die]

F for Sherlock

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• Sherlock's clearly a spooner. He loves being able to wrap his arms around the person he's with, snuggling them close and holding them tight as they drift off to sleep together.

• Sherlock has been known to have a thing about ears. caressing them, nibbling at them, whispering into them. He finds it both sexy and intimate, enjoying the idea that he can have such control over someone with just a few touch or words, and he finds the soft, vulnerable skin of the ears very inviting. When making love with his s/o, Sherlock always pays a lot of attention to their ears, using them in creative ways to tease him and drive him crazy.

• He likes being the big spoon (specially when it comes to love making), which allows him to wrap his arms around the other person, pulling them tight while also enjoying the warmth of their back pressing against his chest. He tends to curl his legs around the other person as well, which can be both protective and affectionate. It's a very versatile position, allowing for both comfort and physical closeness.

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He likes to feel like he's the one in control, both in your relationship itself and in your sex life... he wants to be the dominant one. He just wants to control everything in his life to make himself feel better.

When you are under his control, when he can move your body as he likes, his brain will no longer feel pressure and pain.

In fact, he is using you as an anti-stress tool. He easily pulls you under him wherever he wants. And he uses you without any shame.

Of course, he's so good at manipulating you.

But he's so charming that you won't regret being with him. You, enjoy being held by Sherlock, finding it both romantic and comforting.

Sherlock is not one for dirty talk, but he enjoys seducing the ones he's with, and sometimes he does so verbally. He uses his voice as a weapon, speaking softly and seductively to draw people in and captivate them.

He enjoys the power he has when he speaks, knowing that he can make someone squirm just by whispering in their ear.

When he does use his voice for seduction, he tends to use witty phrases and double entendres, enjoying the challenge of getting his meaning across without being too overt. He also speaks in a low, husky voice that is sure to make anyone weak at the knees.

Then it's time for him to show off his fingers.

When he plays with your body, he touches the most private parts of your body, and you have to hold on to the wooden table so as not to make a sound. He moves closer to you from behind and whispers more provocative words in your ears.

He likes to focus on your ears and neck. He love it when you shiver while he kisses those parts.

He tends to find these sensitive areas very inviting, and enjoys being able to draw out a reaction or a breath in his lovers by grazing his fingers over them. He also enjoys the idea of leaving small love bites on these areas, which he can look at later to remind himself of their love and passion.

And yes, this is how he can make you cum without even having to unzip his pants.

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[beneathashadytree]

Hi again! May I request for the 2K followers event a smut piece with Louis Moriarty with

Prompts: 40, 55 and 70 (Reader saying 40 and Louis saying 55 and 70)

Thank you!

MESSY - LOUIS MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : lots of kisses, mutual masturbation, blowjob, mild ball play, almost-fingering (m!receiving), cum swallowing, facial, mild cum play, no power dynamics I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : smut (but they’re so in love)

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I really liked the prompts you chose, and kudos to you for giving me a chance to make this reader pretty bold! Really hope you like this 💗

Prompts : “Let's just have sex instead.” “I'II go gentle. Though, we can always change that.” “Your face is a mess... a very pretty mess.”

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Stumbling in the hallway amidst their passionate kiss, they could barely keep themself upright, let alone notice that they were now dangerously close to the ballroom. With a shudder and a squeeze of his eyes shut as though to bring himself to his senses, Louis was the one to pull them apart.

Clearing his throat, he managed to say, “We should probably head back inside.” Though it was the right thing to do, they could tell from his darkened crimson eyes that it was the last thing he wanted—and that fact alone was enough to embolden them.

“Or,” they thoughtfully offered, entwining their hand with his, “Let's just have sex instead.”

A faint blush bloomed on his pale cheeks. “Darling, I don’t think—“

“Don’t think.” They shook their head at him, earnest eyes trained on his warring expression. “Just feel. What do you feel?”

“I feel like… I need to have you,” he admitted, the redness on his cheeks growing deeper. “Now, preferably.”

“Then come with me.” And with little to no forewarning, they pulled him along by the hand, running down the hallways like a pair of youth with nothing to worry about.

Finally, it was Louis who pushed the door to his room and sent them both stumbling back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hurried hands and needy kisses, amidst wildly thumping hearts and rampant emotions. They could never get enough of this man, and it seemed that both their body and soul were in agreement.

When they’d pulled away with a clear enough head to find themselves both equally stripped of their clothing and his hand between their legs, they were met with Louis’ ever-so-tender gaze. Something in them snapped, and they decided that they wanted nothing more now than to please him.

With an adoring smile of their own, they began to press soft kisses down his neck, trailing down to his exposed chest and the taut muscles of his abdomen. When they were close enough to where he was so impatiently awaiting their touch, they pressed diverting kisses to his hipbones, something that had his cock jumping eagerly against his skin.

“Someone’s eager,” they chuckled, before taking that as an invitation to suckle on his tip, already weeping so much pre-cum at nothing but their soothing kisses all over his body.

He groaned at the very first contact of their lips on him, before steadying his breathing enough to say, “How can I not be, when you look at me like that?” The vibrations of their laugh against his cock had pleasure tingling down his spine, as they took him even further into their mouth and coaxed a moan of their name from him, and a promise. “I'II go gentle. Though, we can always change that.”

They pulled him out long enough to mumble, “Whatever you want, my love,” before taking him in once again into their sinful mouth. So warm and wet, they took him so perfectly that it had him fighting the urge to arch his back off the bed. Their tongue swirled expertly around his tip, sucking on him like it was their favorite thing to do.

Deft hands found their way down to fondle with his balls, cupping his weight in their palm and alternating their gentle massage between them. It was his favorite thing, they’d learned; having himself played in every way was always the best way to get him to grow numb with pleasure.

It seemed like it was taking everything in Louis to not thrust up into their mouth, and glancing at him only served to make them whine around his cock. He truly was an angelic vision of ruin; his blonde hair splayed under his head, crimson eyes blown wide with sheer lust, his lips swollen from biting them in an attempt to hold back his desperate moans, and his cheeks rosy.

All it took was a daring circling of their wandering finger to his tight rim of muscles, and he was already pulsing in their mouth, before shooting his load down their throat. They pulled him out of their mouth with a wet pop, and their palm coaxed more cum from his heavy balls.

Ropes of his release landed on their face, and the sight alone had Louis swearing expletives as he scrambled to sit upright. The look in his eyes was predatory, to say the least, and being the target of it had the warmth in their core swelling, and their thighs crossing tighter in hopes of some much-needed friction.

“Your face is a mess... a very pretty mess.” His fond smile somehow making the moment feel all the more intimate, despite the vulgarity of it all. “I’ll wipe it all off, then you must let me return the favor, alright?”

Before he can make well on his promise, they wiped off some of his release with their index finger, and stuck into their mouth to suck it clean with a hum of satisfaction. Louis’ eyes darkened, and his cock grew harder at the sight. At that moment, he swore to himself that he would not be returning back to the party without making his lover climax with his mouth and filling them up twice, at the very least.

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