#yuukuko no moriarty

[niilue]

congratulations on 3k!　for the event:

von herder (my beloved)　+　blindfolds　+　gun play, if possible　+　panties to the side

⎯ von herder • moriarty the patriot

cw: sub von herder, dom male reader, blindfolds, gun play, panties to the side. - im so sorry for the super late delay of this :(( </3 hope u like it

niilue's 3k event

the room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of a lamp in the corner, casting faint shadows across the walls. von herder knelt on the bed, blindfolded, his trembling hands resting on his thighs.

the black fabric covering his eyes left him completely vulnerable. he couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. he could hear every click of the gun in your hand, the sound of cold metal shifting between your fingers.

"are you nervous?" you asked, your voice calm yet firm as you circled the bed slowly.

"no," he replied, his tone low and controlled. but the slight tremble in his voice betrayed the truth: he wasn’t nervous. he was aroused.

you stopped behind him, running the mouth of the gun gently along his neck. the response was immediate: his body shivered, muscles tightening under your touch.

"isn't this dangerous?" you murmured, pressing the barrel against his skin. "trusting someone like me this much?"

von let out a shaky sigh, his lips parting slightly. "if trust were easy, it wouldn’t be worth it."

"good boy."

your free hand slid down his back, tracing the curve of his spine until it reached the soft fabric of the panties you’d made him wear. black satin, hugging his hips perfectly, highlighting the curve of his ass.

"you look so fucking good in these…" you whispered, running the gun along the small of his back and down to his panties. "do you like wearing them for me?"

"yes."

"why?"

"i don’t know…" von herder swallowed, trying to steady his voice. "maybe because… it makes me feel more yours."

you smiled. that was the answer you wanted to hear.

"more mine, huh?"

with a slow, deliberate motion, you slid the panties to the side, revealing his tight, trembling hole. his body quivered slightly, the pale skin of his ass framed by the contrast of black satin.

"does this feel good?" you murmured, pressing the gun’s barrel against the curve of his ass.

von let out a low moan, his hands gripping the sheets tighter. "yes…"

you leaned down, licking a line up his neck as your fingers traced circles around his entrance, feeling how he clenched and twitched under your touch.

"i'm going to wreck you," you whispered. "but first…"

you brought the gun to his mouth, pressing the barrel softly against his swollen lips.

"open up."

his lips trembled before he obeyed, parting to let the gun slide inside. he let out a muffled moan, his cheeks flushed red as his tongue traced the cold metal.

"do you know how fucking sexy you look like this?" you asked, pushing the gun deeper into his mouth. "with your mouth full, like you can’t wait to be used."

von whimpered around the gun, his hips shifting backward slightly, seeking more contact.

"desperate, aren’t you?"

you slowly pulled the gun out of his mouth, watching as a string of saliva hung from his lips, his cheeks red and his breathing ragged.

"please…" he murmured. "do it already."

"what do you want me to do?"

"i want you to fuck me," he said, his voice breaking with need. "until there’s nothing left of me."

that was all you needed.

you slid the gun down his back again, pushing the panties farther aside with the barrel as your other hand grabbed his hip. his exposed entrance twitched, tight and ready for you.

you positioned yourself behind him, rubbing the head of your cock against his hole.

"i'm going to ruin you," you whispered in his ear. "and i won’t stop until you’re crying from how good it feels."

"please…~"

with one firm thrust, you pushed inside him, feeling how his body opened up slowly to take you. von let out a strangled moan, his back arching as his hands clutched the sheets.

"ahh—" he gasped, his voice broken with pleasure. "fuck…"

you stayed still for a moment, savoring the way his body trembled around you, how tight and warm he felt, clenching and pulsing with every breath.

"is this what you wanted?" you whispered, moving your hips slowly, grinding deeper inside him.

"yes…" he whimpered, his voice trembling. "please… don’t stop."

you had no intention of stopping.

each thrust was harder, deeper, pulling more broken moans from his lips. the blindfold had slipped slightly, and you could see his red, swollen lips trembling, his body shaking with every movement.

"don’t stop…" von begged, his hands fisting the sheets. "please, don’t stop…"

"i'm going to make you come just like this," you said, pressing the gun against his abdomen as you thrust deeper.

"ahh— yes…!" von cried out, his body shaking violently. you could see precum dripping from his cock, his entire body trembling with how close he was.

"you’re mine, von," you whispered, biting down on his neck. "only mine."

"yes…" he moaned, his eyes closed beneath the blindfold. "only yours."

and when he finally came, his body convulsed beneath you, his back arching as his seed spilled onto the sheets.

word count: 864

[smultronte]

Sunshine ☀️

[sowoyp]

drarry is so sherliam coded tbh

also pls read this mtp au thread on twt its so good

[theweepingangelofcas]

Hi! could you write a NSFW of William and a female reader situated in his desk in Durham's classroom?

(I think I asked for it anonymously by mistake the other time, and I'm not sure if my request was sent, anyway I'm sending it again haha. I'm also not sure if this request has been made before, but I'm asking anyway <3) pd. I love your blog, Im reading all of your works rn

Hello hello! Yes, I got your anon version too lol. Sorry it took like a literal year for me to answer your asks! I've been stupid busy. But I really hope you like this little drabble. ******************

On The Desk - William Moriarty x Reader

You had visited your sweet husband during his lunch break.

He had left his packed lunch on the counter at home. And you, as his devoted wife, were more than happy to bring it to him. You had even brought along a meal of your own, hoping to spend him planning hour with him too. You hadn't expected... this.

You were splayed out against his oak desk, your bare breasts pressed against a few papers and perhaps a quill or two. His tie was wrapped around your wrists, caught along one of the drawer knobs, keeping your arms held taught above your head.

"You're such a sweet wife..." His cock was drilling into you, and if it weren't for part of his vest being balled up in your mouth, you would've moaned his name, "Bringing me something, even though it was out of your way? Goodness, I truly don't deserve your kindness, do I?"

A muffled cry was the only response you could give, feeling your eyes roll as he fucked into you harder. You could see the lunch sacks you had brought stacked neatly beside your head, right next to a bundle of ink pens. Your eyes then trailed to the door. Being a teaching college, there was no lock. Students were always encouraged to stop in during planning hours, and that was usually not to your detriment. You had always found it sweet. But now? Oh god, you hoped no one even dared enter the teacher's hallway.

Despite your sighs and moans being muffled, he still shushed you, keeping his voice low as he spoke, "Shhh. Don't want any of my colleagues to hear your whoreish noises, do you?"

You couldn't help it. You shuddered at the thought, tightening around his length in ecstasy.

He chuckled darkly, "Well then, if you insist..." He ripped the fabric from your mouth, replacing it with his long fingers. Your mouth hung open obscenely, and you felt your drool drip off of your chin, surely ruining one of his student's papers. Though still muffled, your sighs of ecstasy were much louder now.

"Yes, I'm so very happy you're such a perfect wife."

[we-intentionally-exude-calmness]

About Yuumori Chapter 77's English Translation Release Date

Hey, Loki here. We have been getting several questions about when our translation of chapter 77 will be released. Your eagerness and love for Yuumori is very heartwarming and we are working tirelessly to deliver. 

However, please note that this chapter is significantly larger than usual, with double the pages and workload. Not only that, but this time of year is very busy for everyone as Christmas and New Years are approaching. We each have personal lives outside of this project, so dedicating our every moment to translating isn't possible. 

Despite this, we still aim to release it by the end of this month. Though given the aforementioned circumstances, it will be difficult. Therefore, it may take us a bit longer.  We are grateful for your excitement (though it may feel pressuring at times) and ask for your continued patience. 

Thank you.  And as always, remember to intentionally exude calmness.

[ranposbabe]

(Ongoing) Masterlist

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

To be continued…

[creantzy]

Happy (late) birthday William James Moriarty ❤️

[incorrect-moriarty-sherliam]

Happy birthday Mycroft!

[isolabellz]

victorian flirting

[cewwart]

the chokehold this man had on me when he wore his hair like this….

moriarty the patriot doesn’t get enough love

such a good story (￣^￣)

[smultronte]

Sherlock showing off his math skills

[knavesdamsel]

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

I haven’t been this miserably happy in years

[theweepingangelofcas]

Eat The Rich, Feed Them to the Cats - Moriarty Bros x Reader

Anyone else in the USA having a crisis? Me too! Let's all maladaptive daydream together that our sweet dear Sherlock boys are with us, on our side.

Title is inspired by a fav nonprofit cat shelter of mine, Wonky Hearts Animal Haven. Please go check them out. They have stories that are truly so heartwarming and uplifting, it's a great distraction.

(No, I do not believe all men are bad. I myself have a male fiance whom I love and trust very much. But the election has left me feeling helpless and scared, as though my rights or my body don't matter. I'm writing this to vent. I respect if your political opinions are different than me, but I ask that you do not attack me in the comments, my dm's, etc)

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William Moriarty

You two had been together for years now, since you two were teenagers. You've shared everything. Hopes, dreams, ideals... So when he saw someone try to harass you simply because of your gender? That won't do.

"Oi! Pretty broad!"

The random man's words did little to phase you. You didn't even speed up your footsteps. But your dear William stopped in his tracks.

Oh, yes, that's right. No one had ever been stupid enough to cat call you with him around before.

"Y/N..." his gaze had turned to the man, unblinking, "Did you not hear what that man just so crudely yelled at you?"

You shrugged, stopping in your tracks to try and let him catch up to you. He didn't dare move.

"It's nothing, William. Happens all the time to us ladies."

If you didn't know better, you'd say his eye just twitched.

"Is that so? And here I was, thinking it was mostly noblemen who were the rotten part of our society."

He smiled then. Like his mind wasn't 100% alongside you anymore.

His cane left the ground, being weilded in both hands almost like a baseball bat.

Or, more accurately, perhaps he was holding it like a mace.

It was safe to say, no man went within a few dozen meters of you for quite some time after that. After all, you always had your dear William with you now.

Louis Moriarty

Oh, did you think William would be protective?

Ha!

Louis is SO MUCH WORSE

To be completely fair, he was already practically a guard dog for both you and William. You had been engaged to him for a few months, and each passing day he just wanted to spend more time by your side.

This was how he found out how truly awful some men could be.

You two had boarded a train back to Durham, coming back from a lunch date together. You two had managed to score a semi-private spot in the lunch car, meaning that he could hold you without too much fuss from the rest of society. One hand was in yours, the other wrapped around your waist. You had both ordered drinks, his a sophisticated Earl Grey tea, yours a refreshing seltzer water. That was when your waiter came back up to you both.

"Sir, I know this is quite uncouth of me to say, but the gentleman a few seats down won't stop staring at your lady friend there." He gestured to you, specifically your chest, and you seemed to shrink into your seat instantly.

Louis scowled, "Thank you for informing me. You're dismissed, good sir."

The waiter stepped away, and Louis's grip on you got tighter.

"It's fine, darling. You mustn't fret." You tried to comfort him, but his scowl only deepened.

"I will fret." He turned his head, catching eyes with a man a few booths down. He did, indeed, seem to be staring at you. "And I'm going to teach him to respect others, or die trying."

You saw Louis stand, and approach the man in a terrifying calmness. He shook his hand, and gestured for him to follow him.

If you happened to see a person-shaped figure get thrown out of the train that day, no one has to know.

Albert Moriarty

He understands deep, seething rage. He dealt with it much when he was younger. So he understands that the best way to deal with it, is to take care of it yourself.

Normally, women weren't allowed into a prestigious college. But Albert, with his power and wealth, managed to convince the school that having one woman among its ranks wouldn't hurt. Hence, you being halfway through a science and medicine degree. Albert supported you all the way through. Your husband truly was a lovely, understanding man.

"It was fascinating, my love!" Your eyes lit up as you opened your textbook to that day's lesson, "We learned about the chambers of the heart, and all the illnesses and diseases that can correlate to it's health. Isn't that so cool!"

His smile widened at seeing you happy, "It certainly is, my dear. Do go on, teach me more about it."

You nodded, eyes bright, about to keep talking before-

"I'm sure anything is fascinating to a woman. But can she even understand it? Why, she should be at home, not trying to educate herself on something she could never possibly understand."

A man had approached you both. His smug grin was enough to dampen your joy immediately.

Albert blinked, his expression blank, before turning his head back to you, "My dear, would you like my walking stick, or do you want to use your textbook? After all, this fine gentleman seems in need of an anatomy lesson."

Your grin came back, "Your walking stick, please. I'd rather not get my favorite chapter dirty."

The man's eyes flew open as you took the wooden cane from Albert, weilding it more like a weapon than an aid.

"Now," The excitement in your expression was back, "I'll give you an anatomy lesson as I break all of your bones in alphabetical order."

[qweaenr]

MORIARTY THE PATRIOT - Holidays & Anniversaries

[ranposbabe]

Spillage

pairing: Albert James Moriarty x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could Albert refuse ?

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

Of course the calmness couldn’t last long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s this ?” He simply asks.

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

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

“I’d be a fool not to notice.”

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

Such a gentleman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Albert-

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

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

He always had that certain smirk on his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He always had his priorities straight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think it’s just starting.”

[knives-and-narcissi]

They have such ‘you can’t sit with us’ vibes here and I love them for it.

Sorry Lestrade, only two members allowed in the genius club and it’s already full up.

Better luck, next time. ☺️