#Moriarty x Y/N

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Last Updated: 2024-04-03

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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Little Holmes￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔E᜶A᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ After You Love by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "You meet the most puzzling person at a café..."

✑ Complicated [Soulmate!A.U.] by megs-mostly-random-fandoms • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "This was not at all how you expected meeting your soulmate would go..."

✑ Devil is a Gentleman, the by keravnous • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "You started working at the National Gallery a couple of months ago. Today, the whole staff has gathered to give one of the most benevolent private sponsors a tour. What could possibly go wrong?"

✑ Doomed by make-me-imagine • 〔A〕 •

Summary: Jim never thought he'd fall in love. He never thought he was capable of it, so how can he convince you he loves you

✑ Landslide￨Prt. II by frost-queen • 〔A〕 •

Summary: When John and Sherlock attempt to use you as leverage against Jim, it forces you to come to terms with who exactly you've fallen in love with...

✑ Suprise Sweetie by frost-queen • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine going out on a date and Jim... surprises you by showing up and claiming you as his."

✑ You're Alive by make-me-imagine • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You mourned Jim after he shot himself on that rooftop. Hurt, angry and confused you can't understand why he did it and why he never told you who he really was… Needless to say, when he miraculously appears in your apartment, doesn't get him the warm welcome he expected.

✑ Always by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Deadly by bonniebird • 〔M〕 •

✑ Fight, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl •

✑ Hostage by megs-mostly-random-fandoms • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

✑ Midnight Swim by geeks-universe • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Miss Me? by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Moriarty's Secret by megs-mostly-random-fandoms • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Now Pet by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Privilege by bonniebird • 〔M〕 •

✑ Problem by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Rooftop Reservation by movedtosalamooneder • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Secrets by magicalthoughtsendinterribkefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Sleepover by thepokyone • 〔F〕 •

✑ Swoon by bonniebird • 〔F〕 •

✑ We'll See by writings-of-a-british-fangirl •

✑ You Look Like You Need a Hug by make-me-imagine • 〔F᜶C〕 •

✑ Dating Jim as John's Sister… by charliesmdawn • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Jim Moriarty... by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Living w/ Jim Moriarty... by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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Authors: @bonniebird || @charliedawn || @deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts || @frost-queen || @geeks-universe || @justauthoring || @keravnous || @lacelynpage || @ladyalicesbookstore || @magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics || @make-me-imagine || @megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms || @movedtosalamoonder || @oneshots-imagines-and-that || @thepokyone || @writings-of-a-british-fangirl ||

[reina-writes]

Being Holmes’ mastermind criminal sister would include

Requested by anon.

Being Mycroft and Sherlock's sister, however being a master-mind criminal, and a very wild person (wild like joker type of crazy) thank you! I love your writing, always makes me look forward to new writing material! ❤

The brothers knew that there was something off about you since you were young.

You have fun for scaring the shit out of Mycroft, which Sherlock would find amusing.

At first you created an alter ego so that you could challenge Sherlock. After all, you don't want to make things too easy for him.

But then again, your alter ego, Y/N, is much more than just a persona. It's something that you've been hiding deep inside for a long time, and now it's starting to come out. Your alter ego is a way for you to indulge your wild side and test your limits. You enjoy the thrill of the chase and the adrenaline rush that comes with danger and risk-taking.

Despite your criminal activities, you still make an effort to have proper dinner dates with your family and act like everything is going well. 

Your relationship with the family is difficult and even though you may act like everything is well, there are times when you feel outsider and misunderstood. You just can’t resist the sweet lure of the underworld.

You still manage to scare Mycroft, despite his years of experience dealing with difficult situations. Sherlock still finds this amusing. 

You have a career of your own choosing, which you use to cover your illicit business dealings in the underworld.

You have a deep love and admiration for your brothers, despite the fact that they may not always understand or approve of your criminal activities.

You have a dark sense of humor and a tendency to play mind games with people around you. You enjoy manipulating people, especially your brothers, and seeing how far you can push them before they break.

You also relish the challenge of trying to outwit Sherlock, who you see as one of the few people who can match you.

Sherlock would likely be concerned for the safety and well-being of those around him. He would try to intervene and stop your criminal activities, but would do so with a sense of curiosity and a desire to understand your motivations and thought processes.

His reaction would be a mix of curiosity, concern, and a desire to outsmart you. 

He would see the situation and you as a puzzle to be solved.

Mycroft would feel a sense of responsibility for not having been able to intervene earlier in your life and prevent you from going down this path.

He may also feel a sense of guilt for not having been able to protect you from the darker elements of the world that you have now become involved with.

Mycroft would probably try to intervene and stop you even if that meant putting you in jail or otherwise taking drastic action.

Though he may or may not find your intelligence and resourcefulness impressive. Not that he’s going to admit it.

BONUS

Playing your own games with Moriarty. It would be entertaining, long-lasting relationship which would satisfy all needs for both of you.

While it is possible that the relationship could be entertaining and satisfying for both of you, it is important for you to carefully consider the risks and consequences before deciding to engage in this type of activity with Moriarty.

After all, Moriarty is a highly skilled and unpredictable criminal mastermind.

But hey, that’s what makes it so much fun.

[tulipsforvin]

Hello,can I request headcanon about how moriarty brothers will act as bf or s/o pls?

How would The Moriarty Brothers Act As a Significant Other/Bf?

Characters: Albert James Moriarty, William James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty.

Format: Headcannons.

Albert J. Moriarty

Affluent, rich and successful in almost all aspects to live a luxuriously comfortable life. What else could one ask for?

His gaze follow you anytime you look at something that catches your eye. Perhaps you didn't tell him you wanted it because you felt shy or nervous? He'd keep it a secret - his awareness of you finding something you like.

The next day you'd find it on your bedside table when you wake up, all nicely wrapped.

I reckon he leaves love notes as well ranging from short 'Good morning'(s) to professing his love for you.

Very playful with you. Always, always joking around with you. He loves listening to the sound of your laughter.

Protective. I think he's a fairly jealous man. Definitely not the pouting, sulking type but more like the 'show-them-you're-his' kind of type.

What a gentleman. And I mean, WHAT A GENTLEMAN. Back of the hand kisses, kissing your face, tying your shoelace, opening the door for you..I could go on and on.

He loves to use his money on you.

He knows what he's doing. Although he probably hasn't been in a relationship before, his experience with noble ladies absolutely fangirling over him has probably made him an expert in that field already.

If something gets overwhelming for you, for example a function, he'll shift the spotlight away from you to him so you can have a break. Just like how he does the same thing with William and Louis. Only further proves his protective tendencies.

William J. Moriarty

To be able to get into a relationship with him in the first place implies that you would need to have to break down through several walls that he built to shield himself and go through several obstacles (probably orchestrated by himself☠️).

But once you do, there's a certain comfortness he'll find in your presence. He'll be very vulnerable and turn emotional with you. Shocker. He's also really attentive.

Gets you out of predicaments with ease and can put up with your stubbornness.

He's very sweet and knows how to take care of you. Like, stroking a thumb over your lips if there's milk or something else that you didn't know was there when you just finished eating/drinking something.

Subtle, cute acts that make you swoon.

I'm so, so vey sure he writes love letters.

He's posessive, I'm sure. Contrary to the gentle exterior he has and even though he's quite soft with you, he's posessive. Proof is him going on and on about how Moran was his like a weirdo. Who says he can't do the same with you?

Not very experienced in the field of romance, but he would love to try out new things for you. There's also his intellect. This man probably does research on everything and anything relationship related to please you.

Your personal encyclopedia on all subjects. Don't know about a particular topic? There's nothing to worry about. William, of all people is your boyfriend after all.

Neck kisses. There's something he loves bout intimacy. Like, not just cheek kisses, though they are fine too but I think he loves to explore crevices of your body no one has explored before. Once again, makes him feel like you're his and only his.

Louis J. Moriarty

He likes to bake and cook for you. Anything you want to eat or drink at like, 3 in the morning? He'll trudge out of bed and go make it for you.

He's the more snuggly type. He likes to get warm and cozy with you, especially if it's cold outside.

He's protective like Albert but unlike Albert's more discreet way of acting protective, he's more direct. More agressive with his ways. Just as he is with Sherlock whenever he gets close to William.

NOT EXPERIENCED AT ALL !! He's very clumsy. He probably hasn't even interacted much with ladies before but he tries so, so very hard for you. That's so endearing.

Lots and lots of forehead and nose kisses for sure.

He's not one to talk unless it requires for him to speak so he's pretty satisfied just hearing your voice and nodding his head. A wonderful combination if you like to go on and on about all kinds of random topics.

The type to get easily jealous. He, most likely, has not had alot of meaningful relationships in his life except the Moriarty group, so when he's in a relationship - he's very territorial and gets jealous even though he seems like a sweetheart. Which he is, ofcourse - but just for a selected few.

He gets bashful in the early stages of his relationship or if the two of you are trying out something new. He also likes to bury his face in your chest and neck.

A sucker for intimacy like his older brother.

[kanroji-san]

Y/n: don't kill me, I have a husband! Random Aristocrat: I don't care! Y/n: you don't understand, I'm not begging for mercy or anything like that. This is a warning. Louis: *suddenly bursts in* YOU'RE READY TO DIE!

[fairy-writes]

Would it be too much to ask for a William James Moriarty x Holmes sister reader? Like she's a travelling archaeologist/anthropologist who's a genius in the field and has found many artifacts and lost cities and can be a bit of an eccentric looney like her older brother Sherly but she's also incredibly kind to those in need and often donates her treasures to the less fortunate and even helps Sherly from time to time which is how he meets her and is impressed by her smarts and sarcastic wits. Also, a bit of a parkour junky likes to wear mens clothes tailored for her measurements and often wears her hair in loose buns or ponytails and loves riding horseback much to Mycroft's displeasure🤭

A BUSINESS PROPOSAL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Mildly sexist behavior from Mycroft? It is the 1800s after all.

Notes: So this was super fun to write! 

Fun fact! I took an archaeology class for my associate’s degree in criminal justice and highly recommend taking one to anyone in college! 

I actually took several anthropology classes (intro to anthro, bio anthro, and archaeology). I even considered switching my major to anthropology at some point! (I switched it to English lol)

PART TWO HERE

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Otis whinnies, and you reach forward from your place in the saddle to pat his neck.

“Easy, Otie, almost there.” You whisper to him and gently nudge him to turn down the familiar road of Baker Street. You could spot your brother’s flat from where you were at, an unfamiliar carriage parked in front. You frown briefly and then shrug. Sherlock could have whoever he liked over. 

But… he did promise to take you out on the town in celebration of your latest discovery. Did he forget?

No… He wasn’t the type to forget something like that. You had been exchanging letters for weeks about your coming home. 

A tall man was at the front of the carriage, tending to the horses. He had spiked black hair and a glove on one hand. He looks at you with skeptical eyes as you draw near and dismount your horse. The Cleveland Bay snorts, ruffling your hair as you smooth your hand up his snout and between his eyes. Then, you promptly tied his reins to the post outside 221B Baker Street and went up to the front door. 

The door knocker was more worn than you last remembered, with the shiny brass turning a glimmering gold color from all the hands touching it. You rap the door once, twice, then a third time, and wait, stuffing your hands in your trouser pockets. 

A young man opens the door, sandy blond hair combed neatly and brown eyes alight with curiosity. A grin breaks your face, and you step forward into his arms as he realizes just who is at the door.

“My dear John!” You shriek, and he chuckles, lifting you off your feet and spinning once in a circle before setting you down. 

“I thought you weren’t due back for another two weeks!” He replies excitedly, and you laugh gleefully. 

“We finished early! Anyhow, how’s Mary? Sherlock said you two were expecting!” You say and slap his shoulder good-naturedly. He ducks his head, a pink flush on his cheeks as he nods.

“She’s home at the mo. But yes, we’re expecting. The midwife thinks it’ll be a girl based on how she’s carrying.” He said, and before you could say any more, there was a noise at the top of the stairs. 

You turn, and your grin widens even more until your cheeks hurt. 

“Sherly!” You crow, and he bounds down the stairs to sweep you up in a bear hug. His boisterous laugh made your heart sing, and you buried your nose in his hair. He smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey. He must have been on a case. He squeezes you tight and sets you down. 

“I thought you were coming back in two weeks!” He exclaims, and you roll your eyes,

“So John said, I told you we finished early!” You tease, and it is then that you notice that there is someone else in the flat. 

He was tall, probably around your brother’s height. He had blond hair and deep scarlet eyes that studied you with interest. He was dressed in a brown suit with a crimson tie. A lord. That much is obvious.

Sherlock notices that you notice his friend and gestures to the man at the top of the stairs. 

“This is Liam! A mathematics professor at Durham University and a friend of mine who helps me on my cases.” He says proudly as “Liam” descends the stairs and approaches you. 

You stick out a hand and introduce yourself. His hand is smooth like you expected, as opposed to your calloused one. You had bandages littering your fingertips from blisters from shovels and tools. 

“William James Moriarty. I’ve heard stories about you.” His British lilt is proper and endearing. You feel your heart flutter and your ears burn. But you smile warmly nonetheless and give his hand a firm shake.

“As much as I’d like to say the same, Sherly has yet to tell me about you in his letters.” You direct the last sentence to your older brother in the same teasing tone as before. 

Sherlock rolls his eyes and punches your shoulder lightly while William watches on in amusement. 

“I got distracted!” Sherlock complains, and you break out into giggles. 

“I would love to hear some stories if you’re up to it.” William cut in gently before you, and Sherlock could start bickering. You brighten. A chance to tell stories of your work and not have someone get bored? It sounded like heaven!

That was how you got to where you were at the current moment. 

You were seated next to Sherlock at the Moriarty dining table, regaling them with a story of the most current dig you had been on.

“—and Egypt was absolutely smashing! It was so beautiful!” You say, waving your hands excitedly as you describe the tomb that had been uncovered. It had taken weeks to uncover everything, almost months. But oh so worth it. 

“Might I ask what you did with all the artifacts you found?” William inquires, and you hum as you sip at your wine. 

“Donated it all back to the locals. It’s the least I can do. Plenty of archaeologists steal their finds and bring them back to England to show in museums. I try and do the opposite.” You say and were pleased to see William nod in approval. 

At least someone shared your sentiment. 

You got a letter to your very old and very dusty flat a week after your return to England, summoning you to your eldest brother’s estate. You had been dusting and cleaning your furniture when the postman knocked on your door. You frown, brushing your pants on the seat of your trousers, and answer the door. 

The letter was short. 

Dearest sister, 

I have received news of your return to Egypt. I would like to have your company at the family estate for dinner to discuss business and your adventures. 

With best regards, 

Mycroft Holmes

A summons to the Holmes family estate that your oldest brother had inherited after your parents retired to the country. You look at the ceiling and groan, eliciting a funny look from the postman. 

This was going to be fun.

As soon as Otis realizes where you are, he tosses his head and tries to turn around. You tug the reins so he faces the right direction and nudge him into a walk down the road.

“Otie, I don’t want to do this either. But I’d rather not have Mikey send special forces after us or something.” You say to Otis, and when you reach the stables, Mycroft’s hired stable hand takes your beloved horse’s reins. “Take good care of him!” You nearly reprimand the stable hand who agrees and welcomes you back with ease. 

The maids welcome you in excitedly when you rap on the massive double doors, and you are ushered upstairs into the dining room. 

Mycroft was seated at the head of the table, where your father would be if he were here, and he stood to greet you. He offers a handshake, but you simply smile warmly and hug him tightly. He may have grated on your nerves, but he was still your brother. Mycroft stiffens and pats your shoulders awkwardly when you step back.

“As awkward as always, I see Mikey.” You said and took a seat at the table next to him like you did when you were kids. He clears his throat and calls for the kitchen staff to bring in the food. 

It wasn’t much, considering there were only two of you. But it was as extravagant as Mycroft always demanded it to be. 

“Would you like to change into dinner attire before we eat, sister dearest?” Mycroft says suddenly, just as you are about to dig into the delicious roast prepared by the staff of the household. You put your fork down and scowl.

“Don’t start with this, Mikey. You know I hate dresses.” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push the issue. 

At least… he doesn’t until you are done with your meal and in his study, talking about your travels to Egypt. 

You down the rest of your whiskey and set the glass whiskey tumbler on the table between you two. 

“More whiskey?” He offers, and you shake your head.

“I want to be able to ride home after this.” You say and hold in a yawn. The excellent food combined with the fireplace blazing with a crackling fire is lulling you to sleep. 

Suddenly, Mycroft stands and walks in front of the fire, setting his own glass down on the mantle and turning to face you. 

“Might we talk some business?” He inquires, and immediately, your mood sours. 

So this was his end goal? Get you sleepy and drunk so you couldn’t ride home and were subject to his pleadings?

“I don’t want to hear it, Mikey.” You say and stand, holding onto the back of the wingback chair for a moment as the dizziness sets in. 

He scowls, 

“You are of perfect age. The season is just starting. You could still join in and find a potential suitor!” He tries, and you scrub at your face.

“I already told you I wasn’t interested in courting! I’m interested in—”

“Your work, I know. But what happens when the digs dry up and there’s nothing else for you to do? What will you do when you get too old for this?!” He snaps, and you whirl, steadying yourself with the chair as your anger flares. 

“It won’t dry up! There are thousands of years of history still to be discovered! Hundreds of thousands of cities and archaeological finds!” Your voice rises to a shout, and you hear distant footsteps as maids scurry away from you and your brother’s anger. 

This goes on for several minutes until Mycroft a bomb on you. 

“Mother and Father have decided. If you don’t find someone to court, they will no longer fund your excavations, and you’ll be stuck here with me.” 

You freeze, hands wound tightly in your hair, and argument dying on your tongue. 

“B—But that would mean—” Mycroft cuts you off gently and approaches, putting his hands on your shoulders. 

“You’d be stuck here until you find a husband—no more digs. No more artifacts. Not until you do as they and I ask.” Tears well up in your eyes, and you shrug off his hands violently and flee. 

Your boots pound against the hardwood floors, and you run outside where it has started pouring rain. Instantly, your clothes are soaked as you make it to the stables, dress Otis in his saddle and bridle, and swiftly mount his back. He tears out of the stables at a thundering gallop, and the stable hand barely dives out of the way to save himself from being trampled. 

Otis’s hooves dash against the cobblestone roads. You cling to his reins and hunch over his back as tears stream down your face and sobs wrack your body. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Taking away your funding? 

No one wanted to fund a woman on an archaeological dig! 

Much less one as young as yourself! 

You were screwed! Doomed to live as a housewife because that was society’s and your parent’s expectations of you!

Otis eventually comes to a halt, and you dismount, collapsing onto a bench, breathing hard as rain pours down your body. Your shirt sticks to your skin, and your trousers swim in water as you sit in a puddle on the bench. But you can’t bring it in you to care. 

A carriage rumbles to a stop before you, and you look up as the door opens. 

“Might I interest you in some shelter?” Comes a proper and endearing accent that you recognize. 

“William?” You sniffle, and he smiles, extending a hand. 

“If you’ll let him, Fred will handle your horse. How about you step inside the carriage, and we’ll take you back to the Moriarty estate.” He says over the rain. A young man with a blue scarf wrapped around his head gets off the front of the carriage and approaches. You hiccup and nod, handing Otis’s reins to the young man and accepting William’s hand into the carriage. He sheds his overcoat and offers it. 

It’s warm and heavy as you wrap it around your shoulders and sit down. Your boots squelch against the floor, and William knocks twice against the carriage's wall, and it starts moving once again. 

The Morairty estate is even grander than you remember, looming over you as the carriage stops by the front doors. You nearly slip in your haste to get inside and are taken up the stairs to one of the many bedrooms. 

“Draw a bath and get warm. I’ll have some clothes brought by. We can have a talk after you’ve collected yourself.” William says gently, and you nod, taking off his overcoat so he can have it back. He excuses himself, and you are left alone in the suite. 

The bath is nice and hot, and you let out a sigh as you shed your clothes into a pile on the floor and sink into the warm water. Your tears are drying, but your emotions are still raging like a rabid dog inside you.

How could they? 

Didn’t your family know archaeology was your passion? Your dream?! Of course, they did! You never shut up about it when you were but a little girl learning to play the piano! You babbled on and on about fossils and artifacts in between lessons until you were blue in the face!

It wasn’t long until you were done in the bath and dried off. As William had promised, some clothes were left on the bed. A button-down that looked like it might fit you, a pair of trousers that might be a bit too long, and a pair of undergarments. You tugged on the underwear and then the trousers, having to cuff them at the bottom so you didn’t trip. The shirt fit better than you thought so you pinned your hair out of your face and left the bedroom and down the hall. Hadn’t there been a sitting room just down the stairs? 

William was inside, stoking a fire with a poker, his back to you. He stood and turned when you rapped lightly on the entryway. His lips curled in a welcoming smile, and he gestured for you to take a seat. 

“Would you like some tea? I had Louis put the kettle on.” He said, and you nodded, sitting on the couch beside the fire.

“Thank you. For the clothes and… everything else.” You mumble, and he shakes his head,

“Don’t mention it. Sherlock mentioned you hated dresses.” He says and pours you a cup of tea.

It’s delicious. It warms you from the tips of your ears to the ends of your bare toes. You scuff them on the plush carpet as William sits across from you. His scarlet eyes are illuminated like glittering rubies in the oranges and yellows of the fire. They’re alive like a torch resides inside. 

“Now, might I ask why you were out in the rain?” William asks as soon as you’ve settled into your spot. You bite your lip and wonder if you can trust him with your problems. 

Sherlock trusted him well enough… 

Perhaps…

“I got into an argument with Mycroft. He said my parents will cut off my funding for excavations if I don’t find a proper husband.” You blurt, and he hums as he takes a sip from his cup. 

“I assume they’ve been funding your past archaeological escapades?” He says, and you nod.

“Correct. But that is going to change unless I get married.” You grumble, and he cocks his head to the side, setting his cup down on the tea table next to him and seemingly mulling something over. 

“This may be a bit forward, but I have a proposal. A business proposal, if you will.” He starts, and you narrow your eyes. A business proposal? You set your own cup down and cross one leg over the other. 

“Go on…” You say hesitantly, and he clasps his hands together as if working out a problem in his head. Sherlock did say he was a mathematics professor.

“I could marry you.” You inhale sharply and proceed to choke on your saliva. William half gets out of his chair to come to your aid when you finally get your coughing under control. 

“Why?!” You demand, and he shrugs, 

“I’ve done some research into you. You are spearheading the way in new archaeological techniques. You donate your finds back to the locals in need. And frankly, I find you fascinating. If we go ahead with this, you’ll have access to my brother Albert’s influence as well as the Moriarty name and fortune.” He says, and you sit back, stunned. 

“I could continue my work?” You say skeptically, and he nods. 

“Indeed. There’s no reason to stop you. I might ask for a lecture or two from you at Durham University. But that’s it. So…” He extends a hand for you to shake. “Have we reached an accord?”

You are speechless as possibilities run rampant through your brain. You’d be free from your parent’s influence as well as pleasing them. Though pleasing them was the last thing on your mind. Yes, you’d be married. But like William said… it was more of a business proposal…

You reach forward and shake his hand. His smile widens marginally as you speak,

“I accept your proposal.”

[ranposbabe]

You Dangle The Mistletoe

summary: how some mtp men react when you dangle the mistletoe above you ;)

warnings: slightly suggestive in all except louis n herder (??)

WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY

William had spent the entire day locked in his study

He didn’t mind as the hours flew by but you begged to differ

All was quiet while he continued to read his book until he heard a rather loud knock at the door.

He wonders who it is (not)

He expected you to simply walk in and yet when he didn’t hear your footsteps or was only then did he turn around.

You stood there with the mistletoe laying on top of your head

Like a statue waiting for his reaction first

He attempted to hide his smirk but of course you saw right through

“Take that off your head, y/n” He sighs, his eyes still stuck to the page.

You don’t even think he was actually reading at this point, surely it doesn’t take that long to read one page

“I will if only you-

“If only I what ?”

“Take off your clothes first”

William could no longer hide his smirk

ALBERT JAMES MORIARTY

It was late eventing and Albert had finally returned from his military duties

But what you didn’t expect was to find Albert still in his uniform.

But it was a good surprise

You always thought he looked good in any colour but he something about him in red had you hot and bothered-i always get carried away when writing about Albert plss

Anyways he’s standing there looking proud and you’re dangling that mistletoe with your shaking hands and all is well

He then joins you by your side and does not hesitate in kissing you

You both enjoy yourself as you spend hours minutes kissing

When I say enjoy I mean like really enjoy

But next thing you know he’s groping your chest :0

“Albert !” You gasp at the sudden pleasurable sensations

He apologizes but he doesn’t mean it

He looks down at you with this mesmising emerald eyes that are glazed over with lust as he chuckles at the sight of your face becoming hot-

“You were holding it rather low, y/n”

LOUIS JAMES MORIARTY

Louis stood rather anxiously in the kitchen as he listed to himself the ingredients he needed to gather to prepare supper

As always you were prepared to lighten the mood

Of course it never made him feel better you just got a laugh out of it most of the time

With his back facing you, you did spend quite some time simply watching him as he worked.

You were about to make him stress even more

“I think you’re missing something.”

He acts like he knew you were there but he didn’t (at least the whole time you were there)

“What is it ?” He rather blunt while you giggle showing off the mistletoe

He just stands there looking at you and you’re starting to get freaked out by his judgemental stare

He can’t help it though he struggles with expressing himself :(

He quickly catches on and trust me he wants to give you a little kiss but what if moran walks in ???!

Nobody is ever in the mood to deal with that man

Eventually he does come to your side and gently presses a kiss to your cheek

He does look behind your back to make sure no one is there

“Here” You hand him a napkin from the kitchen counter only for him to raise a brow in confusion at you

“You have a squished berry on your cheek”

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Sherlock had mentioned to you earlier in the day that his day would be filled with jobs so he of course told you not to wait up for him

Of course you never listen to him

To be far as it was already late you didn’t think you’d have to wait long for his return.

You were so wrong

You decided to wait up holding the mistletoe above your head waiting

Sherlock was gone so long you literally fell asleep

Some time went by Sherlock was busy :(

Your eyes flutter open to see the room in complete darkness except for a candle keeping the room in a dimly light

“What’s this ?”

You jump up in shock to see the sight of Sherlock standing over you holding the mistletoe as if to inspect it

“Nothing !” You laugh, without hesitation you grab it right from the detective

But still Sherlock observed it, noticing immediately how hot your face became as you twiddled with it nervously

“Perhaps it should be lower.”

Next thing you know the mistletoe is laying on your stomach ;)

Let’s just say…Sherly knows where to place his kisses <3

VON HERDER

You didn’t have to search far when it came to looking for Herder

“Herder !!!” You called, of course not surprised to see the man hunched over working on something you could only guess was an invention or so

With his back facing you as he was sat in his chair you didn’t hesitate to make your presence more known

“Oh hello” He smirks at slight ticklish sensation of the mistletoe touching the tip of his nose

Still sitting, he looked straight up tilting his head back already anticipating exactly what you came for

He couldn’t help but chuckle as you rather hastily pressed a quick kiss against his lips

“Well thank you for my present, y/n” He stands up from his seat.

He could tell you were blushing

With his figure now standing in front of the table tho truly did begin to wonder what exactly he was working on

But with Herder you were never left wondering long

“Here’s your present !”

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was laid out on the table

“My very own gun !!!!”

[aoizaraka]

HOW BEING IN HIS ARMS FEEL LIKE

being in the comfort of his arms and cuddling all afternoon might be the best moments you hope to happen everyday. you dont necessarily like the cruel frigidness in the room, and the touch of his cold skin doesnt help it either. but you dont care-- as long as you're with him and he's with you. the comfortable feeling of being in his arms just makes you forget about the burdens of life, the dreadful emotions that has been eating you alive. the tightness of your mental stability automatically eases up. it makes you forget even the hardest moments of your life.

-- . fyodor, shibusawa, ayatsuji yukito . william moriarty . hanako/yugi amane , teru minamoto . tanjiro, giyuu, obanai , (and anyone else u want!!)

instead of you initiating it, its usually him. he has always been a clingy significant other, not that you mind. it doesnt matter where you two even are, public or private, he just wants to feel your skin against his. he prefers being little spoon most of the time, but it doesnt matter. he often just rests his head on your shoulder. the feeling of it comforts and relieves you, your stress, and basically everything, i mean.. the feeling of his physical affection, his warmth and shared feelings with you makes you feel warm even in the inside.

-- . ranpo, nikolai, dazai . louis moriarty . mikey, baji keisuke . tsukasa, teru (m) . zenitsu

[shuichiakainx]

they put Sherlock BBC on Netflix and guess who's watching it again 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

[syo0x]

Those eyes~

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Both of you were just chilling and seating on the couch as you were focused on your phone and scrolling down watching videos. You saw some funny video as you were about to share it with them and saw me him already looking at you.

He looked at you with a soft gentle gaze in their eyes and smiling at you. You were surprised and become flustered of the way he looked at you. He looks so charming indeed.. as he gently brushed your hair that covers your eyes to see your beautiful face clearly. He's been admiring you for a while, realizing that he's been staring at you for a long time with those eyes makes you more flustered.

He chuckled, "Hmm.. what's wrong love? got something to show me hm?"

You were clearly knocked out by just looking at him... as you immediately snapped out and took a deep breath to look at him again. And yes... you couldn't defeat that handsome face of him, you started to avoid his gaze and looking away... you were confused and flustered. Why the hell did you end up in this situation... you were blushing a mess.

He just simply wants to keep looking at your face as you were avoiding looking at him. He began to frown cutely and confused by your actions. Maybe you should give him attention now.. before he started sulking up.

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Characters: idk/your favourites :3

[cielshottea]

Inspired by „I wanna be yours” by Arctic Monkeys

I wanna be yours…

It’s a heavy, spring rain. You two are in your bed, cuddling together. You’re holding your hand with his. That’s only one thing you need to be happy.

I wanna be yours…

It’s a nice, warm day, and you two are in the middle of the forest, holding your hands together and enjoying the sound of silence and nature.

I wanna be yours…

It’s the evening. You two are in your bed. You feel safe in his arms. So calm in his arms. So important in his arms.

I wanna be yours…

You’ve already ended your lessons in school. The sun is setting. People are quickly going home, the sound of people’s laughs and talks is more quiet with every second. He comes to you starts holding your hand. His other hand is on your cheek, caressing it gently.

”I wanna be yours…

I just wanna be yours”

Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya, Dazai, Sigma, Oda(bsd)

William James Moriarty, Luis James Moriarty, Sherlock (moriarty the patriot)

~author’s note: ehh, i want it to be true❤️‍🩹😓

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-04-03

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[qa-senpai]

Do you write smut? If you do is it okey to write reader x Moriarty brothers where Albert and William show Louis what to do to girl in bed?

Ofc! But before I write, I just wanted to say that I hope this is what you're expecting and I hope you love it! <3

Moriarty Brothers x Reader Where Albert & William show Louis What to do to a girl in bed.

Warning: Smut

Note: MINORS DON'T INTERRACT! I have edit the headcanons and I hope it went better then before.

[Sfw]

Louis may look cold and harsh but he's quite the opposite :D

At first when you start dating the brothers they treat you like a gem!

Super protective over you and wouldn't let someone mess with you or hurt you.

Louis is the one who's responsible on kitchen duty. He prepares breakfast/lunch/dinner almost everyday. You were quite amased by how can someone like Louis who's a scary murderer could cook so flawlessly?

At your free times, Louis will offer to teach you gourmet cooking for spending time together.

Will had him smiling by your clumsiness (thinks you're cute!)

Not only that but when you're with Albert he will invite you over to the music room to play Violin/piano for you.

William in the other hand will read you books. Any genre you want! Romance/Mystery/action/slice of life/fantasy, you name it! But he'll mostly enjoy teaching you math for quality time together.

[Nsfw]

Everytime you wanted to make out , Louis will be the first one who's blushing like crazy before you.

Poor boy, he was confused on how to take the lead.

Luckily he got 2 beast in the manor who is willing to teach Louis about this 😏

When he saw you were fucked dumb by William who keeps thrusting his massive cock inside of you and Albert who thrust your mouth on his erection made him leak pre-cum.

How was he supposed to not get turn on when you're this sexy?

When they were in the stage on edging, oh boy My Boy Louis surrender. What is this?? Hair pulling, bondage, knives play, breeding, degrading??? He really has a soft spot to you and can't bare to say those cruel words Or even hair pulling, what if he hurts you??? He surely doesn't want that. 😔

When you say that it helps to lighten the mood more Louis couldn't stop blushing from the morning till now ever since he saw you each time. Made his mind go wild.

When Louis gets to push his dick inside your body startle and you were shaking so much by how huge it was.

William who was beside him give him instructions on how to know which place to hit and when to go rough.

Meanwhile Albert taught him on stimulating your partner by just talking and teasing.

Poor Louis was trying his best to stay dominant the entire moment. 🙏🏻

After the whole tiredly night, you notice Louis had dark circles around his eyes.

You ask if he get any sleep after the accident and he just stare at you darkly with his danger aura around him and answer with a tired tone.

"I have issues at that time but I'll get over it."

God Louis learn his lesson 🙂

[tulipsforvin]

✦ A LOVE THAT MELTS ALL

✧ william james moriarty x fem!reader

✧ summary: he's insecure of his scar but he has you. short fluff.

IT WAS THE NIGHT AFTER HIS RETURN; exactly three years later. the lit candle was dim, barely illuminating the bedroom that you and william shared and overall casted a hue of dull orange throughout the room.

you're situated on your heels between his legs on the bed, palms flat against the matress beneath and in the slight gap between your body and his own. william's back, which was already resting against the headboard of the bed, pushes itself even further back against it when you push your face upwards to him.

you're close. too close. he swallows hard, and you watch the prominent adam's apple on his neck bob.

“..darling? is something the matter?” he looks down at you. his voice is soft, confused and uncertain all at the same time. you're staring too hard at him to merely brush it off as 'observing'. applying that word here would be too much of an understatement.

“may i ask what you're wearing the eyepatch for?” your head tilts by the slightest degree, curious.

right.

right. william lets out a breathy exhale.

he hadn't told you about that part yet. with all the emotions and feelings upon his return, he really hadn't found the time to tell you. and quite frankly—he really didn't want to tell you. but he does anyway.

“i.. obtained a scar during my fall.” he clears his throat. “from the westminster bridge.” he watches as your expression turns into one of sincere sympathy. he hadn't even realised he was nuzzling his cheek against your outstretched palm, holding his face.

until you say the words: “can i see it?”

william freezes. you can only watch as his face dissolves into one of panic, widened eyes and a dry throat that he tries to rid of by gulping thickly. “i.. i think it would be in our best interests if i don't show you, and that you don't see it either.”

“but why?”

“why..?” he repeats weakly. why, you ask? it is because you're going to find me hideous. it is because i have done all that i possibly can for as long as i have known you so that you may see me as my best self and that revealing this ugly, disgusting mark on my face now would ruin it all.

“i'm afraid cannot show it to you. it is not a pretty sight.” he scrunches his face slightly and turns his face away from you, as if unsettled by the very idea.

“you must think of me a fool if you think that i care about aesthetics over my lover, liam.” you tell him, sighing with the back of your fingers caressing his cheek. he flinches. “if it's made you what you are right now, then isn't that more beautiful than anything else? you don't have to be perfect to be beautiful, you know.”

“i...” but he cannot seem to refute. nor find any reason to. your words would have made him cry, had he not felt so uncomfortable. “(name)..”

you smile subtly. “but at the end of the day, it depends on you whether you want to show it to me. i won't force you, nor will i let anybody else force you either.” you make an effort to pull back but the blond suddenly pulls you back right in.

a yelp from you in surprise at the sudden tug from him and you're crashing against his chest. both of his hands wrap around your wrists gently. “no, no. you're right, i.. it would be better if i show you it now than procastinate any further. i most likely would not be able to gather the courage if i'm any later.”

his hands fall to his sides, allowing you to do as you please. allowing you to lift off his eyepatch. your eyes crease at the corners while your lips form into a smile. “yeah.” you say. “thank you for being brave.”

your fingers are cautious and gentle on him as one hand rests on his cheek while the other goes behind of his head to unlace the string holding it together.

his breath hitches. a pull from your finger at the string and the eyepatch flutters down onto his lap.

on his left eye is a healed scar. scar tissue, to be exact. the eye colour, which previously used to be a vibrant and a lovely shade of red seems to have lost it's colour as well. the silence lingers in the air. william's fidgeting now, but trying to make an effort not to show it. his face has, once again, dipped away from you. he's embarrassed, face tinged with a light pink. he's biting the inside of his cheek, anxious.

“liam..” you breathe out after a long while. “you're beautiful.” he shakes his head, unconvinced.

william turns to peek at you. “lying to me now would be cruel. i can understand if you find me disgusti—”

then why the long pause? he thinks to himself but does not say it. my love, are you grossed out by me?

but the truth was far, far from his thoughts.

you palms press against his chest as you push yourself up and in an instant, your lips are pressed softly, gently over his eyelid. he flinches sharply.

“(name)—?” he's surprised. baffled.

“i will say it to as many times as you need to hear it, william. you're beautiful. you're beautiful. you're beautiful. you're beautiful.” you pull back, smile at him, give his cheek a slight squeeze and watch as his face—no, his entire being almost melt into a puddle.

his hands, those warm hands and his slender fingers wrap around your waist, tread upwards by the slightest until they find place over your ribcage with the uttermost softness. and he pulls you in.

“i love you.” you mumble silently against him. he doesn't do much but press his lips against yours, gentle and warm against your own. eyes closed, foreheads and the tips of your noses touching.

your eyelids flutter open to a william, flushed and eyes shimmering, looking at you with the most happiest of grins—as if you plucked the stars from the night sky for him. “i love you too. most ardently.”

[kanroji-san]

Muichiro!Y/n/Reader AU

Muichiro!Y/n: *bleeding from the head* I am not doing so well...

Louise: Oh god what happened?!

Muichiro!Y/n: I don't really remember...

William: How do you not remember that Muichiro!Y/n?...

[fairy-writes]

Can you do a part 2 to your MTP William x archaeologist sister reader I would like to see the Holmes brothers reactions. ❤️

A MIGHTY SURPRISE OVER DINNER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Archaeologist!Reader, Sexist behavior from the Holmes family? (not Sherlock)

Notes: We’re pretending courthouse weddings were a thing back in this time period

PART ONE LINKED HERE

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Your marriage to William James Moriarty was a secret well-kept until a snowy winter day in December. 

It had been a simple courthouse wedding. His family had been there. Albert and Louis as witnesses. But the rest of his little ‘entourage’ had shown up in celebration as well. James Bonde and Sebastian Moran had shown up with bottles of wine to celebrate what they said was “a day that they thought would never come.”

Fred Porlock had been sweet and gifted you a bouquet of daffodils. He had told you later that they represent new beginnings, and he wanted to welcome you to their little family.

It took all your strength not to burst into tears right at that moment.

You hadn’t even worn a wedding dress, for heaven's sake! Instead, you wore a simple white blouse with beige trousers because you didn’t want to purchase much less tailor white ones. William had worn his regular brown suit and red tie.

Oh, how your mother would’ve had your head had she found out. How improper you were!

You didn’t even take a proper honeymoon persay. William had instead surprised you with a trip back to Egypt to visit the locals of your latest dig. You hadn’t been on an excavation in ages, and they were more than happy to welcome you and your new husband with open arms.

Husband…

You were officially married. No longer a Holmes and no longer tied to your family.

You were free.

Well… as free as a woman could be, that is.

All that was left was to tell your parents and brothers.

The aforementioned secret marriage was kept a secret for approximately thirteen months before it got out. In fact, you managed to keep it a secret up until William asked if he could break the news to your family over Christmas dinner. 

He asked you over breakfast around a week before Christmas Day. You had moved into his estate soon after the marriage was finalized. 

“Might I ask you a question?” He asked politely, and you looked up from your ham and eggs, raising an eyebrow as you did so. 

“Sure.” You said as you swallowed your mouthful and cleared your throat. 

“How do you feel about telling your parents about our marriage?” At this, you choke on your inhale and proceed to cough until you almost feel lightheaded. 

William—used to your dramatic reactions by now—sits patiently as you try to gain some semblance of control over your body. 

“What brought this up?” You demand, and he shrugs, taking a sip of his tea. 

“It’s been over a year now. Don’t you think it’s time to tell them?” You look down at your hands, fisted in your shirt, and grit your teeth, mulling it over. 

He was right… it had been over a year since you went no contact with your family save for Sherlock. Of course, he relayed messages from them to you. But you never responded besides telling them to sod off. 

At least Sherlock understood where you were coming from and didn’t push the issue too much. Perhaps then he would know why you had kept your marriage a secret until now? 

So… with that in mind… you agree, and William sends out invites to Sherlock, Mycroft, and your parents that day. You also send out an invitation to John and Mary and their new baby girl as moral support. 

Sherlock responds almost immediately by phoning William and enthusiastically saying he’d be delighted to come to the Moriarty estate for dinner. Mycroft responds via phone the next day, confirming his and your parents' attendance at this growing Christmas party. 

The day of the surprise comes all too quickly. 

You dress that day in a white blouse, a bold, crimson suit coat, and matching trousers. Just as you’re buttoning your blouse, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. 

“Come in!” You call as you finish the last button and turn to see William closing the door behind him. 

“Are you ready?” He asks, and you shake your head almost immediately. 

“I never am when it comes to my parents.” You say honestly, and he offers a smile that you like to think is reserved just for you. It crinkles the corners of his eyes and curls his lips rather attractively. You smile back and then head to the bathroom connected to your bed chambers for your jewelry box. 

It was William’s wedding present to you. A beautiful cherry wood box that contained jewelry you had collected over the years. Most of it was gifts from the locals you had gone on expeditions to. 

But…

There was one piece of jewelry that was not a gift to them. 

And that was your wedding band. 

It was a plain gold band, nothing too extravagant. Just the way you wanted it. And while it was simple and nondescript, you only wore it if you were going to events with William as his wife. He wore a matching one for the same reasons. And he slid his onto his ring finger just as you did the same for yours. Then, your husband extends a hand.

“Shall we go downstairs to greet your family? Sherlock is already in the parlor, and we are expecting everyone else soon enough.”

Your parents arrive just as it’s beginning to snow outside. 

Mycroft is watching disapprovingly as you coo over baby Clara, John, and Mary’s baby girl. She’s almost a year old and already starting to crawl and toddle about. You could practically smell his disapproval of your outfit, but you paid him no mind. Once this announcement is done with, you never have to speak to him again.

Your parents burst into the parlor, spooking you and Clara. The baby girl starts to whimper, so you hand her back to Mary and go to greet your parents. 

“Oh, dearest, couldn’t you wear the Christmas dress we purchased for you this year?” Your mother says immediately as you approach, and your face sours. 

“Well, hello to you too, Mother.” You grumble but give her a hug nonetheless. Your father extends his hand, and you shake it. Luckily, it was your right hand, so you simply kept your left with the ring in your trouser pocket. 

“If I might interrupt,” Comes William’s smooth voice, and you jump. You hadn't heard him come up behind you. “Dinner is served.” He finishes and ushers everyone to the dining room. He offers a comforting smile, and you reach out boldly to squeeze his hand. 

He doesn’t pull away. At least not until you reach the dining room and have to separate to sit with your respective families. 

Dinner was brought out, and just before everyone dug in, William stood and tapped his spoon against his wine glass. 

“Before everyone tucks in, we have an announcement to make.” He says, making eye contact with you, and you realize very quickly what he is doing. 

It’s time. 

Your heart starts thundering like horses in your veins, and you hear blood roaring in your ears. But you get up and make your way around the table to his side and take his hand just as he says,

“I suppose I should say my wife and I have an announcement to make.” 

It’s silent for a beat. Then two. 

Then noise. 

Your mother promptly bursts into tears. Whether out of happiness or disappointment, you have no idea. Your father grew red in the face and nearly started shouting before he remembered his manners. Mycroft simply sits back in his seat, stunned into silence. Sherlock’s face broke into a brilliant grin.

“I knew it!” He crowed and slammed his hand down on the table happily. 

You stand awkwardly as you wait for the noise to die down. William doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time. But… eventually… your parents get their emotions under control.

“Absolutely not! I will not have you associating with someone as stained a reputation as the Moriartys!” Your father bellows, and you hold back a flinch. It wasn’t often he got this angry.  And, of course, you knew what “stained reputation” your father was talking about. The burning of the Moriarty estate back when they were mere children had been quite the scandal. You remembered hearing about it when you were but a tiny tot. 

“You asked that I marry. I did. So now you have no right to judge whom I court, much less marry. I expect my dowry is still in your hands? And that you’ll keep your promise?” You say quickly, curtly, emotionlessly. You didn’t have the patience for his antics right now. He wanted you to marry in order to fund your excavations but didn’t want you to marry certain people? Where was the logic in that? And your family was all about logic.

“Please, dearest, think about what you’ve done! To marry into the Moriarty family is to stain our family name!” Your mother pleads, but you just roll your eyes. 

“I don’t see you chastising Sherlock about his choice of friends.” You snap back and very nearly leave right then and there. 

William is the only thing keeping you here. You can feel the tears burning as they threaten to fall. You just wanted your family to be happy for you. Was that too much to ask?

“That’s different!” Your father all but shouts, and you watch your husband raise an eyebrow. 

“Pray tell me how it is any different?” He says, and you shiver at his frosty tone of voice. 

“She’s a woman! That’s reason enough!” Your mother blubbers, dabbing at her falling tears with a handkerchief. Now, it’s William’s turn to roll his eyes. He takes a moment, entwining your fingers together as he looks at the ceiling. 

“Your daughter is perfectly capable of marrying whom she wishes. This is precisely why we didn’t say anything when we married nearly thirteen months ago.” 

That sentence sends your father into another shouting fit. 

“Thirteen months?!” He roars, and William smirks, letting go of your hand in order to lean both palms on the table. 

“Yes, quite right. And you will listen closely to my next words.” He said smoothly, and your parents both went silent. Mycroft still has yet to say anything, and Sherlock is simply sitting back in his chair with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

William leans back once again to take your hand. 

“You will fulfill your promise to your daughter. And hand over her dowry. Though we have little need for the money. But imagine the scandal that would erupt if you didn’t?” Your mother swallows audibly, and your father glares at your husband. He looks back cooly, not backing down. 

In the end, William wins the little starring contest, and your father averts his eyes. 

“Fine.” He growls, and William smiles,

“I’m glad we could come to an understanding. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go comfort my wife.” He says and gently turns you around to head for the dining room doors. 

“Wait, Liam.” Sherlock’s voice breaks through your raging emotions, and you stop, turning to face the middle child of the Holmes family. Your husband turns and looks at him,

“Yes?” Sherlock stands, that same smile on his face as he studies the two of you. “Was your marriage the only announcement you had to make?” He asks innocently, and you glare at him. 

Of course, he knew already.

William hums briefly before his lips curled in a devious grin,

“Oh yes, I almost forgot.” He says and puts a hand on the small of your back.

“We are expecting.” He says and leaves your brothers to deal with your dramatic parents once again. 

[ranposbabe]

The Blindfold Stays On!

pairing: von herder x fem!reader

summary: herder just likes to prove you wrong :(

warning: smut, unprotected sex!!!, herder himself is a warning tbh

“Who’s there ?” Herder calls out as he remains seated working on a gun Moran had once again broken.

“It’s me ! It’s y/n !” You reply, practically breathless as you walk down the steps that led you to the German engineer.

With his back turned to you, you couldn’t see the slight smirk upon his lips.

Of course he knew it was you. By now, Von knew what exactly your steps sounded like . He could tell the difference between everyone in the manors steps yet every time he asked for confirmation you would always assure him that it was you. He knew. He just liked how you forgot every time. It was a little joke of his.

“Ugh ! Von I’m so tired !” You groan, stretching out your arms to soothe the tightness you felt throughout your body.

As you walk straight over to where Von worked at his desk, you couldn’t help but peer over his shoulder to see what he was working on at such a late hour.

As you would of guessed. It was a weapon. “Ha ! You’re tired ?” Von blatantly laughed, continuing on with his work as if you weren’t even there.

“Louis sent me away !” You as Von would put it dramatically sigh, sitting down on the blond’s right knee despite there being a chair right beside him. “I thought Louis was doing paperwork upstairs so what exactly are you doing down here ?”

He doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist while still continuing to work on the gun.

“He was and everyone else is busy so there’s nothing to do that’ll even wear me out since you don’t even think I’m tired !” You roll your eyes, noticing how Vons pace doesn’t become slower despite now only using one hand. However you weren’t surprised as Von was always skilled when it came to using his fingers.

“I know what will wear you out.” He whispers in your ear, his long fingers slightly digging into your side that makes you instantly rubbing your thighs together.

Despite the fact that he’s wearing the blindfold you could tell by the outlines it’s barely gave that his brows were raised when he spoke with such lust evident in his tone.

Suddenly, Herder swiftly pushed aside the tools left on his desk and in one motion he effortlessly shifted you onto the table before him. As he stood over you instinctively you wrapped your arm loosely around his shoulders as the blonds height was surely intimidating. As if he understood your next move he didn’t hesitate to then hoist you up and walk away from his station. “Von !” You gasp, your legs wrap around his waist as the material of your skirt natural begins to hike up. A smirk is upon Herders lip due to the sensation of your warm skin against his suit pants, his hands instantly are under your thighs messaging the shown. skin knowing that more was soon to be exposed.

Despite only walking for a short amount of time to make his way to his room it’s obvious that Von knows how to handle you even as he opens the door and lays you down onto the bed he has you clinging to him like you’re made of porcelain but with his confidence and skills your complete trust is in him. He knows how to care for your body. He knows every spot as if you were one of his inventions. His property.

As you laid down on the soft sheets you couldn’t help stare up at him as he stood

slowly but surely removing his blazer and unbuttoning his shirt as he knew your eyes would remain on him and him only. “Still tired ?” He asks with a hint of playfulness in his tone. “I think I have a bit of energy left.” You nod, somewhat distracting as your eyes roam over his figure as his alongside your clothes become discarded onto the floor. “You won’t after this.”

Herder uses his hands everyday so of course it would come to an advantage. It doesn’t take long until two of his long fingers are rather deep pumping inside your wet cunt. With only two fingers inside there was a part of you that hoped he wouldn’t add another as just his fingers alone were making you feel so full.

Of course that part of you died down rather quickly.

You practically almost hit your head off the headboard as Von inserts a third finger as you contemplate the fact whether you may rip in half due to not only the size of his fingers inside you but you swear you feel the sensation of him touching your cervix. Surely if his fingers didn’t you knew his cock definitely would.

As you whine at the lack of fullness due to Von removing his fingers, he’s rather quick to stop your whining as he cleans his fingers drenched in your arousal with his own tongue all the while shoving his fingers on the opposite hand right down your throat. When he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a definite pop sound, his thumb softly glides against your lips. He’s touched them many he knows just by the feeling of your soft lips what you’re feeling whether you’re content, upset or about to reach your climax. He knows the last one pretty well by now.

He knows your every teasing move and sure to do it right back if you go too far.

Even when your hand sneakily reaches up just to touch near his blindfold he’s too quick for you as he’s proven before as he catches your wrist and raises them above your head. You can only stare on in shock like a mouse being caught by a cat.

Herder reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out something from the draw.

That something being another blindfold which you funnily enough recognised as being the floral one he once used to trick Moran when the Colonel attempted to remove his blindfold. Von didn’t hesitate to loosely tie it around your own eyes. For the sake of feeling secure your arms instantly wrap around his waist as your others senses become more sensitive as you loose your sight.

“Perhaps another is needed for this frisky wrists of yours, darling.” At that Von gives you no warning as he deeply thrusts into you, already you could see the imprint of his cock inside of you practically kissing your cervix. “You have the solution to everything don’t you ?” You whine, desperately pressing kisses against his fine jaw until he finally gives in and kisses you back. The sudden darkness fills you with excitement as you know longer can even attempt to guess Herder’s next move. “When it comes to you.” He sighs, pulling away along with a string of saliva that belong to the both of you that intertwine. “Yes.” He whispers into your neck pressing open mouth kisses anywhere he could find.

Even when his thrusts begin to slow down you can’t help but lean your head back in pleasure squeezing your eyes shut despite it not making a difference since the blindfold remained around your eyes.

When your highs finally come Von is rather hesitate to pull out but when he does he moves to lay his head onto your chest.

The sound of your fast beating heart almost puts him to sleep. But before you could get used to the position and fall asleep yourself Von pulls away from you.

You hear the sound of a fabric being loosened but before you could figure out what exactly was happening Von removes your blindfold. Your eyes flutter momentarily before you stare upon the surprising sight before you.

He took off his own blindfold. With a smile on his face, his eyes that you fail to describe due to the unrealness of them stare down at you with such warmth and love. You simply smile back at those eyes that only you will ever get to see.

The familiar smirk reappears as he tosses both blindfolds onto the floor along with your now creased clothing.

“If you wanted to see my eyes all you had to do was ask.”