#mycroft holmes x reader smut

[tulipsforvin]

Hi! Can I request a Mycroft Holmes x fem reader? Heavy smut with angst 👉👈

✧ ⚠️: implications of cheating, jealousy, hair pulling kink, degradation kink, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), marking, handcuffing, possessiveness, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, toxicity, breeding kink, spanking, squirting, mycroft is an asshole—just FILTH.

✧ summary: you and mycroft have an argument, causes you to be petty and flirt around with other men, mycroft gets jealous and fucks you until you're crying.

you'd fucked up. majorly fucked up.

over an argument between the two of you two nights ago, you'd become petty and made perhaps the biggest blunder in your life; clinging onto another man—breasts pressed up against his arm, obvious flirting, teasing caresses, sultry, bedroom glances passed between the other man and you.

the way he practically tracked you down with his immaculate connections reaching out to all and every single part of britain would seem terrifying to anybody else — anybody else but you.

he had eyes everywhere.

which is how you ended up in this situation, on your knees in the dim of the night in his office; almost gagging with how he was pushing your head down the entirety of his long, girthy cock. you gasp for air, making your throat constrict around his cock.

he groans at that; voice rumbly and deep. his intense, dark and almost black eyes stare down at you, watching his length disappear and appear with every back and forth bob of your head.

“that's enough.” mycroft harshly pulls you up by your hair; holding it tight in his grasp. you grunt in pain.

the paperwork on his desk are strewn aside; it was evident he had planned all of this ahead knowing he would be doing this to you. he pushes you down onto his desk, flipping you over so your ass is facing him.

“i didn't realize my wife was such a whore.” his voice is dark besides your ear; causing you to tingle. he's leaning down, chest pressed against your back as his fingers travel south. “so fucking wet,” he whispers.

he pushes your panty to the side with his fingers, lubing his fingers up with your fluids. “you like that, huh? you like being pushed around like a fucking prostitute? such a goddamn slut.”

his middle and ring finger index enter you unannounced and your body jolts up in surprise. “angh—!” you're huffing and panting, fingers digging into the edges of his oak desk. the pace of his fingers are fast, undeniably fast.

“did you let that man do this to you as well?” mycroft's teeth sink into your shoulder and he bites, it's not a gentle, loving bite; it makes you cry out.

he's jealous. it's clear to see on his face; furrowed eyebrows, glaring dark eyes and a tight jaw.

“no—fuuck.” you moan out, feeling his fingers curling up. you were loyal to him, and he knew that, he did; but this mycroft, the current him, was absolutely unreasonable—out of his mind. his mouth leaves hickeys wherever it travels, your neck, your shoulder, the inside of your wrist; everywhere.

the lewd sounds of his fingers smacking into your poor, abused pussy ring around his office. his fingers hit that one spot of yours perfectly, repeatedly.

“wait, mycroft, please! i'm about to-” your mouth falls open into a ragged, animalistic moan when you suddenly hit your high, creaming around his fingers. and he doesn't stop, not even when your nails dig into his arms; drawing blood. he won't let you up, not with his weight pushing you down anyway.

“haah..! mycroft, hnngh..” you're loud, you're screaming. eyes closed, legs trembling, toes curling.

“shut up.” he demands. “fucking shut up.” the dark haired man pulls back, almost ripping the tie off of him. he roughly puts your hands behind your back and uses that very tie of his to tie your hands up.

mycroft's cock lines against your crying pussy and he rubs the tip against your folds, gathering slick, gathering enough lubrication to aid him in pushing his heavy cock inside of you.

“a-ahh!” a sob escapes you at the intrusion, pushing it's way in deep — pushing it's way in hard. mycroft's hands find their positions on your hips and he harshly rams you back and forth against his dick.

his pace is unrelenting and you can only moan out in a mixture of pain and pleasure at his administrations.

“were you moaning for him like this, too? when he was inside you?” he growls, grabbing you by your hair and pulling you back against him to lock your lips together.

“i didn't fuck him—oh!” you whimper when you feel a hand come down on your ass. but he's not really ready to listen.

“you're mine, do you understand?” every time he shifts his hips back right before he slams his cock back in, it hits your cervix just perfectly. over and over, over and over again. and you can't even answer, not with how fast he's fucking you, anyway. you feel knots build up in your stomach and before long, you're cumming around him again; gummy walls clenching down onto him.

mycroft huffs, groaning as you push him to his own orgasm. he shudders when he grabs you by the jaw and turns you around and kisses you roughly, only for you to bite down on his lips enough to break skin and draw blood. “fucking.. bitch...” he grunts in pain.

“i said, do you understand?” he's panting, beads of sweat falling down his forehead. he straightens his back and runs his hand through his dark hair, stray strands sticking to his skin.

“ngh— fuck, yes..!”

but mycroft doesn't stop — not even when he's spurting thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you. “i'm going to.. hngh.. fuck you until i get a baby out of you. until i get you pregnant.” he says. “until the only word on your lips is my name.”

you're almost drooling. “a-aah!” it hurts with how your body is so sensitive right now. every drag of his cock along your wet, sloppy walls makes you whine.

“you're—” thrust “—mine to touch,” thrust “mine to love,” thrust “and mine to ngh.. fuck.”

you're in tears; unsure whether it's due to the pleasure or with how he's treating you. your arms have begin to feel numb with how long it's been tied up behind your back.

“uuhh.. mycroft!” your legs tremble and your knees buckle underneath you. incomprehensible pleads and babbles of his name are the only words that escape your mouth.

this is the strongest orgasm you've felt yet and it's only after mycroft murmurs a quiet, “shit.. look at that. look at you, you're squirting.” when you realize that he's right; you are.

it takes three orgasms from you and two from him for mycroft to finally leave you alone. and then reality finally comes crashing down onto you.

your marriage—can it ever truly be mended again?

[angelltheninth]

Bride and Joy

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, interrogation, dirty talk, name-calling, rough sex, creampie, table sex, oral fingering, cnc roleplay, roleplay, dark Mycroft Holmes

Word count: 2k

Kinktober Day 8: Breeding Kink

A/N: Mycroft seems like one of these people who would be extremely possessive of his lover so that's the angle I'm taking here. I'm glad to see people requesting all the pretty Yuumori men for kinktober.

You already knew it was all over for you. You got caught, detained and placed within an interrogation cell waiting for who ever the set on you. Betraying the Queen is no small crime after all.

The room door opened and a tall man in a black suit and a cigar walked in. You knew him to be Mycroft Holmes, one of the Queens best and most trusted men. And the most ruthless.

"Well you got yourself in quite a bind there haven't you little missy?" He took a drag of his cigar as he walked to where you sat and placed the file on the table in front of you, exhaling the smoke as he did so. "Stealing documents, forging signatures, weapon smuggling and a plot against the Royal family. You've been quite busy haven't you?"

You narrowed your eyes and clenched your fists, "If you know all of that already then why am I here? You've got your evidence, why not charge me with treason and be done with it?"

Mycroft chuckled, closing the file and tapping his index finger on it, "That's certainly an option." He took another drag before he put the cigarette out, "But we could use someone of your talents. Of course you'd still be under our surveillance but you'd still be a free woman. In some ways at least. I haven't spoken to her Majesty yet but I'm certain she would agree. I only need you to say yes to marrying me."

He looked at you like it was the most obvious solution to your problem. You on the other hand looked at him like he had just lost his mind. "Excuse me? Why would I do such a thing?" You felt his gaze sharpen as a blush spread across your face.

"No one would ever agree to let you roam free without supervision. I'm afraid not even I could negotiate that. But if I were to take you as my wife, well it would grant you a certain favor and immunity as a spy." He walked around the small table and grabbed your chin, his eyes staring into yours, "Surely you're aware of how beautiful you are. You would make a fine wife. And..." His fingers trail lightly across your throat and across your side, making you shiver, "A fine mother I'm sure."

His smile widened as his fingers started to skim the edge of your shirt, giving the barest hint of touch on your thigh. You gulped under his gaze, feeling like an a small animal looking at their predator. Both fear and adrenaline rush though you as you stammer out, "W-What? But I'm... I don't think this is a good idea."

"No? Any why not? You get a pardon, you get to keep your job, you get a nice husband. I promise to treat you right and love you for as long as we're together." Although his word was meant to be comforting you could sense a darkness behind them. "I will make you feel so good. Just give yourself to me my sweet."

A high gasp tore from your throat when you felt his fingers rubbing you through your panties.

"H-Hold on. This isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this. I don't even know you." His eyes softened for a moment, his lips closing in on yours.

"Oh you will. We'll get very familiar with each other." Mycroft pushed his lips against yours, they were softer than you expected but his tongue was quick to remind of you how rough he could be, pushing past your lips, swallowing your little soft moan and brushing against your tongue. "You're getting wet already. Are you sure you don't want me?"

"You're my enemy. I shouldn't..." Hi moved your panties to the side and moved two fingers up and down in a slow manner, spreading the wetness evenly before pushing them both inside with no warning. You screamed at the intrusion and buried your head in his chest to muffle your moans, fisting your hands into his suit, "God." You whimpered and shifted in your seat as he moved his fingers in and out, taking them out all the way to the tip and then burring them all the way to the end.

"You're beginning to loosen up. If you're already this wet I can't even imagine what you're gonna feel like around my cock." He took your hand in his placed it over his bulge. The cock throbbed under your touch, warm even though the material of his pants, "See how hard I am already? That's all for you. All for this cunt."

Upon hearing the possessive growl in his voice you couldn't help but spread your legs. He paused for just a moment and then laughed.

"Well would you look at that. Little whore wants it now does she? That didn't take long. You need to make it for fun for me miss." He slid his fingers out, pulling your panties off in the process. "Start by cleaning these for me."

He offers you his fingers, still looking rough even while covered in your juices. When you didn't immediately go for his fingers you heard him scoff next to your ear as he pushed them against your lips, "I told you to suck. You need to follow my orders to the letter if you want this to work out for you." You let out a whimper as you open your mouth for him, allowing him to slide his fingers in and fuck your throat, "Good girl. You'll learn fast don't worry. I'll make you into my little cockslut before you know it."

You moaned around his fingers at his words, a fresh flood of wetness gathering below as you start bucking your hips forward, clouding your senses, "Please, I can't..."

"Beg. Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you're a horny slut who wants to be breed. Say it." He was very rough when taking his fingers out and grabbing your chin with his still wet hands, "Well?"

It was embarrassing how easily you were being broken by him. How easily he managed to get to you just by using his words and fingers. How badly you wanted it. Wanted him. "I'm a horny slut... who wants to be breed." Mycroft grinned, wide and pleased at your confession.

"Interesting. I wasn't being serious with that one but it's nice to hear you admit to it." Another blush spread across your face and down you neck, "Well how can I refuse my future wife." He gave you a brief kiss, humming at your the lingering taste on your tongue. He chuckled as he tapped your cheek lightly and turned to give you some room. You could hear him unbuckling his belt. "Why don't you bend over and present for me, I want a good look at you."

You gulped in anticipation as you stood up on shaky legs, your slick running down your thighs and dripping onto the floor. You felt like you're in heat, ready to be taken and fucked. That feeling only intensified when Mycroft turned around and lets you see his hard dick, standing tall between his legs with his hand at the base. Your cunt pulsed with need to be filled and stretched open by it. Maybe you were just a bitch in heat after all.

And like a good bitch you presented yourself for him, bending over the edge of the table and hiking up your shirt, revealing your cunt and your ass. But not before getting a glimpse of his muscular body as he undid his bowtie and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"What a lovely sight you are. So ready for me." You hear his footsteps approaching followed quickly by his hand smoothing over your left ass cheek before gripping your hip in a tight, sure to bruise grip. "Are you ready for my cock?"

"Yes." You breathed out, even catching yourself off guard with how needy and breathless you sounded.

"And have you earned it? Do you promise to be a good whore for me whenever I ask? To get on your knees and suck my cock at the snap of my fingers." He leaned over to snap them next to your ear as the tip of his cock nudged at your opening.

"I promise. I'll be good. I'll be so good." Mycroft laughed at your eagerness, pushing his fingers into your mouth as he tilted your head a little for easier access. "Fuck. Fuck me. Please, please, please." You could barely talk with your mouth sucking on his fingers but you wanted it so much that you don't care how desperate you were.

When he finally does slide in you don't care that this was supposed to be an interrogation, that he's your enemy, that he basically blackmailed you into marrying him, all you care about his how his cock fills you up over and over.

"You take me so nicely. You were made for me weren't you. Just for me and my cock. I'll fuck you every day I can promise you that, breed you like you need to be bred. You're gonna look so pretty when you're full of my cum you little slut. My pretty cumslut." He thrust his hips into yours, his fingers playing in your mouth, dragging them over the flat of your tongue.

You whimpered and moaned for him, bucking your hips backwards, your wet cunt clenching around his throbbing dick, making him hum and go harder and faster at every jolt of his hips. The room was filled with wet, needy, lewd sounds of him fucking two of your holes at the same time, your moans muffled but still very audible.

He was ruthless in his pace, shoving his cock as deep as it could go, dragging along your front wall every time he pulled out. You were starting to get dizzy with pleasure, your cunt so full yet so empty. You needed more. You needed him to fill you up properly.

"Please come. Please. Fill me up." You struggled to talk around his fingers, your words barely coherent.

"What ever you say sweetheart." He was so amused by the state he's brought you to that he decided to have mercy and give you want you wanted, "But you're gonna have to come first." He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and once again places them next to your ear, "Ready?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice. You heard his fingers snap next to your ear, and something snapped inside you as well, a flood heat rushing though you as you bucked your hips wildly and came all over his cock.

"Good slut. So good for me. So damn good." In one last, hard thrust he buried his dick deep inside of you and flooded your womb with his cum, his hips twitching as he groans through his release, your name falling from his lips as he leans over you. You both took deep breaths to relax your bodies and let the combined pleasure flow through you, "Did you enjoy that my love?"

"Fuck Mycroft. I mean just... holy shit." You breathed out hard at which he lets out a slow chuckle.

"That good I see. I'm glad. Thank you for indulging me in this. And for the suggestion to roleplay. I bet it would have been fun to break you." His lips skimmed the area of your neck, pressing slow kisses as you relax under him, "Do you want to stay like this a little? And don't worry about anyone walking in on us. I made sure we have more than enough time. Maybe even for a round two if you feel like it."

"Hell yes." You squeezed around him as he pulled you back against his chest and took a seat on the chair, his cock comfortably snug inside of you, keeping most of his cum inside. "How about we try for a round three after we get home?"

He laughed loud against your neck, "Are you taking the roleplay seriously? You don't actually need to take my cock all the time."

"No. But what if I want to?" You rolled and pushed your hips downward, feeling him twitch inside you.

"Then who am I to say no to my wife." With a soft touch he turned your head towards him to give you the sweetest kiss of the day, but not the last.

[izaanagi]

hey could you write with mycroft who is needy but the reader and him are in his office?

You have to swat his hands one, two, three times away from your waist before scowling annoyingly at Mycroft’s stern face, lined with absolute deadpan - and being his greatest asset, as he’d lie straight in your face and you wouldn’t know it.

But this time is different: Mycroft just tugs at you, wanting you to sit on his lap while he looks over official documents you likely should not be even aware exist, wanting to feel you close. He grabs at your thighs, your ass, your shoulders and it does not put him to an ease.

“Mycroft…,” you call out, but he’s perfectly capable of doing two separate things at the same time, and ignoring something he likely does not want to hear is not more difficult that nailing a distance target with a weapon of choice. You try again calling out, but he just just deposits you on his thighs, and wounds like a cobra around your middle, making you unable to move, less even stand.

He nips at your bare skin, as his eyes continue following the words on the documents - and his fingers trace silently the path of sun through the valleys of your body. He hovers over your nipples, making them harden unconsciously, only to proceed further down, hips bruising at the strength on the grip.

His cock is hard under you, and Mycroft moves his hips tentatively, a soft huff leaving his lips. He grinds and rocks against your body, not caring one bit of looking as deliciously smitten, gone, ambitiously clingy. Mycroft is not one to really care about appearances, after all.

It stops once there is a knock on the door, and you know Mycroft is so close to snap and grab your wrists in his hands, just to mercilessly fuck you raw.

When he answers, his voice stays steady.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Holmes, the official report has just come in…,” you do not hear the rest, as Mycroft tightens the hold on you and tries his best to understand how exactly he is going to work through his boner, without you giving any ounce of help.

[ha1taniwh0re]

This is a real mess

{Smut one}

Fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

Characters: Mycroft, Sherlock , William and Albert

First time writing smut, not proud of this one<3

/third person pov/

You are married to the famous Lord of the Crime and your bestie is dating the Famous Detective. So you can call it that besties date besties. One day your handsome husband decided to all of you go on vacation. As the group agreed William booked some luxury apartments. Well if you and your friend only knew the bet between your husband and his friend before you went there.

/Readers pov/

My husband, our friends and family and me went on vacation to relax ourselfs after that plan about changing the world we had. My best friend (her name) is dating Sherly so she is here too. Im so happy because of that. We went to Paris, town of love. I love that town, and Liam told me he will get me there in the future. And he did. When we arrived in Paris we went straight to our hotel. Albert, Mycroft, Moran and Louis were in one apartment for 4 people. William, Sherlok, (friend’s name) and me, we were in other apartment. And Bond, Fred and Jack got the third one. When we got to our rooms (friends name) and me decided to go on a walk around Paris to buy something and to see the town.

“Honey?”, i said as i was going to William’s and my room in the apartment.

“Yes baby?” He asked me as i saw him geting my dresses into closet.

“Baby don’t do that. Its my job you don’t have to”

“No worrys baby. What did you want to tell me?”

“Oh yes (friend name) and I will go on a walk, maybe shopping”

“Sure baby have a great time”, he said and i went ti kiss him and left the apartment with (friend name).

/Liam’s pov/

“Let’s go and prepare everything” Sherlock told me and we started making everything so we can start our deal as girl come back.

Sherlock and I made a bet about who can stay longer in bed.

We got some wine, candles and flowers. We went to prepare ourselfs because i have a feeling our girl will ne here any minute.

/reader pov/

As (friend name) and I came back, the scene we saw made us all red. I saw my husband sitting on sofa with cigarette in one hand and wine in the other. His shirt was unbuttoned and he has white pants on. Sherlock on the other hand was laying on the wall with cigarette in his hand shirtless.

“Ladys, we are very excited that you are back.” Sherlock said.

“You see Sherlock and I made a bet, but we need you two for that”, my handsome husband said and showed me with his hand to come and sit on his lap.

As i was back to reality i was already sitting in his lap and he pulled me into kiss. As we were kissing he was unting my dress.

/Friend’s pov/

(Name) was sitting on her husbands lap, they were kissing and he was unting her dress. As i was watching them my boyfriend Sherlock pulled me by waist and we were only 2cm away.

“Dont look at them baby. They have there time, we will have our”, as he said that he kissed me and untied my dress.

They picked us up and went straight to bedroom. Placing us gentle on bed.

Sherlock placed his hand on my bra and with one move he took it off. I instantly cover myself.

“De, de baby don’t be shy you know i love your body”, he said and gently took my hands and put me in his lap, he started kissing my neck.

/reader’s pov/

As Liam put me on bed, in one second he ripped my bra. When i moved my hand a centimeter from last position Liam took them and places above my head.

“Don’t hide my things, my love”, he said and started sucking my boobs.

He started getting lower and lower and than he was face to face with my private part.

“My favorite place to be”, he said and move my panties and started sucking on my clit.

“Mfmmm Liam”.

/(Friend’s name) pov/

As Sherlock was kissing my boobs he put his hand into my panties.

“Sherlock~~”, i moaned.

He put one finger inside of me and looked straight to my eyes.

“You are doing good little one”.

After I cum he put me on bed and sucked his fingers. I looked over to (name) and she was already looking at me with smile. And william was cleaning her pussy.

“Girl if someone ever told me this would happen i wouldn’t believe them”, (name) said.

“I agree with you girl”, i said.

As i wanted to tell her something she moaned because William put his dick inside of her.

“Sorry but i will take my girl now, you should be careful of Sherlock (friends name)-chan”, Liam said and I looked at my boyfriend.

He was standing in front of me nacked. I got his dick I started sucking it.

“Mfmmm you little devil”, he said.

/reader’s pov/

Liam was fucking me so hard in so many positions and i cum over 3 times, and i could say the same for (friends name). And after 30 more minutes they cum at the same time. I was laying at Liam’s chest and (friends name) was doing the same but at Sherly’s chest. As us girls almost fell asleep Liam spoke.

“Albert ni-san, Mycroft-san how can we help you?”

ALBERT?! MYCROFT?! (Friends name) and I covered ourselfs bit first thing we found.

“De, de girls. We are sorry that we came uninvited but we heard you girls screaming”.

“We are sorry”, i said with blushed face.

“Neee William is it okey if we like older brothers show you some tricks?”

Liam and Sherly looked at each other and agreed.

“Ladys is that okey with you?” Mycroft aksed us.

With blushed faces we agreed. Albert came to me and removed cover. And made me to get up. He placed his hand on my ass and i moaned.

“Ahh”

“Nee I didn’t do anything i just placed my hand and you already moaned”, he smirked.

Liam sit on corner of the bed and Albert made me sit directly on Liam’s dick.

“Liam~ Albert~”

Albert took of this shirt and as i was riding Liam and looking at albert i took off this pants and strated sucking his dick.

“You are devil one” Albert said.

/(friends name) pov/

As Albert and Liam were with (name) and I watched them Mycroft took my head and made me face his nacked body.

“Don’t look at them you perv. That’s not good”. He said and in one second i was sitting on his dick and Sherly put his dick in my mouth.

/third person pov/

As the girls came for 10th time this night, boys were close to the end. Albert was laying on bed with (name) riding him and as he cum liam took his wife and fucked her on desk they had in room and cum inside her.

And for (friends name), Mycroft was fucking her from behind and Sherly was sucking her boobs and enjoying with sound of his girlfriend moaning. When Mycroft finished Sherly took her and fucked her hard form another 5 minutes.

Girl had no energy and just fall asleep when boys put them in bed.

/next morning/

In the morning girls woke up and Liam and Sherly jumped to help them.

“Good morning my love”, Liam said.

“Good morning”, (name) said and Liam took her to get shower.

The same goes with other couple. When boys helped girls to prepare themselves for the day there was a knock on the apartment door and Albert and Mycroft came inside.

“Good morning girls we hope you are good”, Albert said and girls saw flowers in there hands.

“This are for you as apologize for being harsh with you the other night”.

“Thank you guys”, girls said and there days started.

Even they slept there relationship was the same. They acted like that never happened.

[pickle-de-packle]

Mycroft Holmes NSFW Headcannons

Warning(s): NSFW content I think this is the dirtiest thing I've written ;)

Word count: 342

Request(s): Open

He has a lot of pent-up frustration because of this he’s rough on you.

He leaves handprints on your waist, hips, and thighs.

He gives the best aftercare. He gets anything you want, rub your sore muscles, and rub bruise cream on the needed areas.

He loves bending you over the desk in his office with his tie stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet.

He loves that you jerk and whimper when he spanks you. He loves making your whole ass red.

He is a bit above average lengthwise and definitely above average in girth.

He loves leaving hickeys on your neck.

He likes you when you suck him off under his desk, especially when someone comes in.

He steals your panties any time he fucks in the office. He makes sure you see him stuff them in his pocket.

He loves thinking about you walking around with no panties and his cum running down your legs.

If you hang around the office he ‘run’ into you and pulls you into an empty room to fill you up again. He cum in you a few more times to make sure your pussy is stuffed and gushing so much that you have to go home to change.

He loves buying you barely-there lingerie sets and having you walk around the house in them, they never last long. Especially when you lean on any table or bend over.

He loves brushing his fingers gently over the delicate lace or mesh as he pounds into you, making you gasp with how deep he's hitting.

Once he's done he might leave you bent over the table, pull the panties back over your puffy, ruined, and filled cunt, and sit down behind you to watch his cum soak through and down your thighs.

When you two are at home he takes his time to work you up and draws out multiple orgasms to the point you end up overstimulated and crying.

[beneathashadytree]

hello! may i request a nsfw alphabet for mycroft holmes from moriarty the patriot? if you’re not comfortable, may you do a sfw one instead? thank you! 💕💕

NSFW ALPHABET - MYCROFT HOLMES HEADCANONS

Warnings : this is obviously NSFW, but I don’t think there’s much else to warn of except the lack of proofreading, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : smutty smut!

Word count : 3.3K words (oops…)

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! I can’t even begin to tell you how much fun I had writing these. Headcanons are very relaxing for me to write. Plus, I have such a soft spot for this man🫠 Hope you enjoy this!💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mycroft is a very methodical man, and he tends to stick to routines for the most part. That also translates into the bedroom; after sex he’s gotten into the rhythm of cleaning up after his lover, preferably changing the sheets as well. If they’re too exhausted to get up and shower/bathe, that’s fine by him! He’ll just take care of them with a damp towel and let them curl up against his chest (hint: it’s very warm!)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As probably hinted by the previous part, his favorite body part on himself is probably his chest. In a rather innocent way, he loves the way they rest their head against him to listen to his heartbeat every night, and in a not-so-innocent way, nothing beats the sight of them burying their head into him, tears wetting his chest as the pleasure overwhelms them.

On his partner, he can never resist their eyes. Not when they’re twinkling so sweetly up at him, not when they’re begging to be comforted, and definitely not when they’re blown with lust and a deep desire only he can fulfill. It always leaves his chest burning with want to see them look at him like that.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

Mycroft’s not exactly fond of messes, so cumming inside his lover tends to be his go-to. Not to mention the fact that he might have a bit of a possessive streak when it comes to the bedroom, and seeing his release oozing out their hole has him more than ready for another round in seconds.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d never admit to it out loud, but he’s had some rather lewd fantasies concerning his occupation—something about fucking his darling as they roleplay as enemy agents with incredible sexual tension (him not really roleplaying at all, honestly) gets him really going.

Though he’d never risk bringing them to his office, he’s had his fair share of fantasies of bending them over his desk and taking them from behind as they try to muffle their moans into his hand. He’d have to settle for fucking them just as good in his office at home.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Now, being one of the older men in Yuumori, he’s definitely had his fair share of experience. Men weren’t saints back then, as much as some history tries to convince us otherwise.

In his early 20s, he probably fell in love with someone and took things seriously with them for quite a while, but soon his job forced him to put an end to it before it ended in bloodshed. He couldn’t risk anything happening to someone he truly cared for in that way—so ever since that relationship ended, he resorted to casual one night stands. Just a good romp every now and then to relieve himself of his stress did the trick—though of course, he always ensures that both parties understand that it doesn’t mean more.

And he… well, he most certainly knows what he’s doing. He puts his years of delivering pleasure to faceless names into good use, and knows his lover’s body like the back of his hand.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

While he does usually love taking his lover from behind and the way his hands always gravitate to their ass and waist to pull them in closer, I think he’d prefer to have them in a position where he can clearly see their face. For someone who’s spent the majority of his life with no strings attached, he wants the fact that he’s absolutely serious about this to set in. This isn’t a casual fuck; he takes his time to make love to them and ravish them thoroughly, and the emotional bond formed through eye contact while doing so is something he’d rather not compromise on.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Mycroft is a serious man in all aspects of life, so he’d be quite serious during sex. Especially since he considers this relationship his last, he’s rather intense and prefers to focus on giving them his all in bed. Occasionally though, when they’re letting him know just how incredible he’s making them feel, he’d let a small smirk make its way onto his face and tease them lightly.

He doesn’t mind if his lover has a sense of humor though—it’s rather sweet to him, and shows him just how comfortable they are with him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I kind of see him as someone who doesn’t particularly care but also prefers to keep himself well-trimmed. If he’s busy with work (as he most often is), then he probably won’t bother wasting time on that. Though as soon as he gets the chance to, he trims because he likes things to be orderly.

The carpet mostly matches the drapes—mostly, because the curls get progressively darker further down, and they already are a shade or two darker than his (slowly greying, as much as he hates to admit it) hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

While he wouldn’t go around making declarations of love every five minutes, I think he’s more of an acts of service guy. He takes his time to engrave it into their body that he’s so devoted to them, by bringing them unimaginable pleasure, and so dutifully too. It almost feels like he’s worshipping them at times without ever explicitly stating it. The smouldering heat in his eyes and the snap of his hips against theirs is more than enough proof.

He does, however, have a really soft spot for kissing. The look he gives them when their swollen red lips part from each other should be illegal—it’s like the entire world pales next to them and he could see no one but them.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Mycroft’s a very busy man, and he tends to lose track of how much time has actually gone by during his missions. By the time he gets to finally have time to himself and fill his head with thoughts of his darling (thoughts that have his pants constricting almost painfully as he remembers every position he’d last taken them in), two weeks might’ve passed.

His sex drive isn’t the highest, since he expends so much energy on the job, he’s sometimes too drained for jacking himself off. It’s more likely that he masturbates whenever he’s stressed. And why would he resort to his fist like some teenage boy, when he could be embracing his lover in his arms? If both of them are willing and wanting, he’d love to spend the night in bed with them instead.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned before, he has a bit of a roleplay kink with his job. And perhaps (regardless of their gender), he’s got a bit of an undiscovered breeding kink that is the real reason behind him favoring cumming inside them.

He’s also a rather large man, and practically the entire population is much smaller than he is. If his lover counts among them, then he’d be pounding them into the mattress the moment he realizes just how small they are underneath his massive body. Watching the way his hands splay all over their stomach and the way his cock bulges their tummy just the tiniest bit has him hypnotized.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bedroom and his office. The bedroom provides a certain sanctity and intimacy that nothing else provides, and his office feeds into his fantasies.

That’s not to say he hasn’t tried doing it in… well, every corner of the house. The kitchen, the bathroom, the sitting room—you name it, he’s probably tried it in an uncharacteristic frenzy. However, he’d prefer not to repeat the experience in the sitting room; the furniture was far from comfortable, and he figured neither of them liked the idea of having important guests over where debauchery had just happened.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing too special gets him going. He usually has sex with his lover just because he’s missed them, he’s feeling rather afffectionate, or because he feels like the moment is right. That doesn’t mean that certain things don’t ignite a certain brand of passion underneath his skin; no sir.

Whenever they’re the ones to approach him with a demanding gaze, clearly aiming to take the lead, he grows hard within mere seconds, it’s almost ridiculous. Something about that is ridiculously attractive to him.

He also has a weird thing that could also count as a kink… he likes seeing signs of aging on them. Smile lines on their face, crows’ feet with every smile, a few greying hairs here and there, calloused hands from work; if he ever catches sight of any of these signs, his sex drives goes through the roof. There’s just something so intimate about growing alongside the person you love, and he finds it charming that they’re showing signs of being so well-loved over the years.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Someone handing him the reins and asking him to fully dominate them would not mesh well with him. This especially if it includes outside of the bedroom; he dislikes the idea of having so much power over someone. Considering the fact that he has so many responsibilities and is so used to sitting atop most of the food chains, he’s not fond of that also happening in his personal life. He’d very much rather have them both as equals. He’s not opposed to preferences during sex; just doesn’t like being a dom outside of it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely giving. Receiving is nice and all, but he enjoys the intimacy and trust involved in having someone as powerful as himself on his knees for someone, slowly kissing up their thighs before making his way to where they anticipate him the most. He adores the the little whimpers they make, the blissful expression on their face, the whisper of his name on their lips as their hands tug at his hair, and the trembling of their thighs in his hold. It’s entrancing.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends, but he mostly prefers a mix of the two. Roughness is mostly reserved for when lust is clouding his thoughts and all coherency leaves him, and he can’t help the bruising pace he sets then, as long as they have no protests concerning that. However, intimacy is crucial to him, and he feels that being rough only does a slopping job of proving how enamored he is by them. He could slowly roll his hips against theirs, prolonging both their pleasure as much as possible. His favorite is definitely a fast but sensual pace, where they could both chase their highs while also falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. Gentle hands roam and caress as slapping skin and wet sounds resound through the room.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Only when fully motivated, and he feels a desperation creeping up on him does Mycroft resort to quickies. He doesn’t get that much time off in the first place, so he prefers to envelope himself in them entirely, worshipping every inch of their body with his—and he can’t do that properly if all he does is a quick fuck-and-go. It doesn’t sit right with him to do that with someone who holds his heart in their hands and whose love he cradles in his; especially not when they get so little time to indulge in each other.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Highly unlikely for Mycroft to take any risks. Aside from the occasional fantasy he has, he wouldn’t risk having anyone walk in on them. The sanctity of love-making isn’t something he wants other people to trespass on, for many reasons. He’s also a very respectable man, and dislikes the idea of having sex in a place that counts as inappropriate to him.

As for experimenting, as long as it isn’t a hard no for him, he’s up for trying everything his lover wants. If it’s something they consider a need in their sex lives, Mycroft is more than happy to integrate it into the bedroom. He’s very much a giver, and that’s one of the ways he can express his care and how well he knows his lover. He might even develop new interests now!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Honestly it varies from time to time. Mycroft’s in his mid 30s, and loathe as he to admit it, he hasn’t got the stamina to last him all throughout his job AND all night in the bedroom as well.

If he’s stressed out and his partner invites him to take it out in the form of a quick fuck of frustration, he wouldn’t last very long, but he’d make it through 3 rounds at a minimum, his energy levels through the roof. If he’s exhausted from work, he wouldn’t have it in him to have sex more than one slow, almost-lazy round, though he’s keen on making sure they’re quite well sated, and never forgets his methodical aftercare.

If he’s been away on a mission for quite a long while and has missed his lover so much that he seems desperate to hold them, he’d have enough stamina to last a few rounds, seeing them and getting to touch them leaving his mind in a frenzy. However, if it’s none of the 3 aforementioned scenarios, then his lover is in for a very fastidious love-making session. He usually lasts for 2 or 3 rounds at the most, prolonging their pleasure as best as he could so that they’d both last longer than they normally would. He’s certainly up for pleasing them with his mouth, and he’d have no complaints if they decided to reciprocate the favor—though he always does prefer worshipping them without asking for it in return; it feels more genuine that way.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

While he doesn’t own any, seeing as he’d much rather spend the night in his beloved’s arms than with anything artificial as compensation, he’s not opposed to them owning any. As a matter of fact, he probably encourages it, with the way he’s often away on the job. He’d hate it if they felt they had to curb their needs simply because he was gone. He finds it flattering that they miss him as much as he does them.

During sex, however, he’d prefer it if nothing was involved aside from their own bodies. It’s not as much being a prude or too prideful, as it is just him valuing the act of bringing one to the throes of pleasure with nothing more than their ability to read each other’s bodies and respond in kind.

In all cases, toys were far from being advanced or variable in the 19th century, so the options were few anyways.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not very much. Mycroft likes to prolong sex more often than not, yes, but he’d rather do that by setting a steady pace, instead of being a tease. He doesn’t really believe in delayed gratification, and he isn’t that playful so as to be a menace about it either. However, he’s not above the occasional smirk and taunting remark, though it rarely happens. They’ll have to catch him in a particularly lovestruck and relaxed mood for that to hapen.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mycroft’s not very loud, and it’s probably due to how much he’s trained himself to remain quiet under dire circumstances. Old habits die hard, after all, so he’ll mostly keep his volume down. Any sounds he makes will be in his lover’s ear, head bent over in pleasure and eyebrows furrowed.

He’s not much of a moaner, but he tends to groan out loud the moment he completely sheathes himself inside their warmth, pulsating around him. He grunts a little with every thrust of his, and if they clench around him he lets out a shuddering breath.

He prefers to be on the receiving end of dirty talk, and it usually encourages him to make an exceptionally lewd comment of his own. If he’s feeling particularly sappy (for example, after an extremely dangerous mission, or after spending weeks apart), he might find those three little words falling from his lips in a gasp as he cums and spills into them. It’s oddly endearing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Being an older brother meant that he had to spend his entire life sharing everything, and so he grew up to be secretly rather annoyed by the concept of having to share his clothes. Despite that, the first time his lover nicked something from his closet and he came back to find them seated on the bed with his huge shirt draped over their frame, he could only swallow thickly, the familiar tingle of lust spreading from his gut up to his heart. It took him mere seconds to cross the threshold of the room and completely immerse himself in them, fucking them within an inch of passing out—and he genuinely had no idea where that intense want came from. Needless to say, stealing more of his clothes became a rather pleasant incentive for mindblowing sex.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Seven and a half inches when hard, and so girthy that it’s a little difficult for them to wrap their hand around him during foreplay. He has a bit of an upward curve, and the head tends to flush an angry red when he’s very heavily aroused. Definitely has heavy balls as well, and they hang a bit. It’s actually rather intimidating to see him naked for the first time.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As I’ve said before, it depends, but his sex drive is generally not that high. Unless he’s really turned on by something about them he particularly fancies, or he’s been away from his beloved for far too long, he doesn’t think of sex that often. With such a busy lifestyle and being acutely aware of the fact that he’s growing older, he doesn’t get the time for it that often either.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s neither an insomniac, nor does he slump over immediately into a deep sleep. Mycroft sticks to his aftercare routine religiously, and only after checking in with his darling and ensuring that everything’s to their liking does he allow himself to rest. Post-coital bliss hits him then, and he falls against the pillow with a tender smile on his face as he listens to them chatter a bit.

If they fall asleep pretty quickly though, he’ll tug them into his chest for a good night’s sleep. He sleeps best when they’re both well-sated, and he enjoys the feeling of their arms around him and their ears pressed to his slowing heartbeat. They usually end up waking up in the morning in the same position they’d slept in the night before.

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Mine ❦ Sherlock Holmes Part Six

Sherlock Holmes x Reader 

Summary: Sherlock Holmes, the most famous detective in the world. After finishing a case, he decided to visit Enola and his mother. On the first day of the visit he laid his eyes on a beauty, you

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A/N: Hello guys! Part six is finally up! I just wanted to say that you need to understand that I am a human being and that mean messages wont motivate me to post another part. Anyways, thank you for 216 followers. I had 129 when I started the series.🫶🏻

Words count: 1.1k (I know this is a bad part so prepare to cry a little bit in the next one)

Warning: Smut mention

You woke up the next day and saw Sherlock sleeping peacefully next to you.

You were smiling at the thought of what happened the night before. 

You made love. 

You made love with Sherlock. 

You knew that your father would be pissed if he found that his daughter slept with someone. 

And that someone was Sherlock. 

Luckily he would be gone until the day the event took place, so you and Sherlock got more time to spend together. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard that Sherlock was slowly beginning to wake up. 

You turned around to face him. 

“Good morning!” You smiled at him. 

“Good morning!” He said back while smiling. 

“Did you have a good sleep?” 

“Again, I slept like a baby! Did I hurt you last night?” 

“Not a bit, I pretty much enjoyed it.” 

After that you shared a few kisses and cuddled together, not minding that you were both naked under the sheets. 

Flashback 

“I love you too, Sherlock. I have loved you since the first time I saw you.” 

After that you continued on with kissing. You wanted to stop before things got heated, but did not work out. 

Sherlock carefully began undressing you and left goosebumps on your skin.You did the same to him. The two of you did not break the kiss.  

He took his time to admire your naked body. He kissed every inch and every part of your body. 

After spending a good ten minutes of worshiping your body, he pushed inside you. 

Both of you were a moaning mess and Sherlock began speeding up. 

After a few minutes, you both released and were out of breath. 

You stared at each other before sharing a few kisses and later on, fell asleep. 

End Of The Flashback 

After spending an hour of cuddling each other in bed, you eventually decided to get up. You told Lucy to get the breakfast ready in an hour. While the breakfast was getting ready you and Sherlock took a bath together and got changed. It was another day with bad weather which meant that Sherlock would eventually sleep at your fathers mansion until the day of the event, which was in three days.  

You went downstairs to eat breakfast and spent another day exploring the mansion with him. 

The kitchen was empty so you decided to bake some cookies. You two were laughing and joking around while baking which later on turned into a food fight and made a huge mess in the kitchen. So, you cleaned the kitchen. 

After you cleaned the kitchen, you ran to the library while holding hands. You spent most of the time in the library. 

Mycrofts POV

Mycroft had a hard time finding a plan. 

His sister did not help, neither did his mom. 

And then it hit him. 

What would happen if you caught Sherlock with another woman? Would you leave him? 

He came with the perfect plan and found a perfect person for it. All he had to do was to wait for you to come crying to him. 

He thought of his old friend Vanessa who he knew from when she was a kid. She is eight years younger than Sherlock but she was the perfect match. 

The plan was for you to go out town while Sherlock and Vanessa walked together. You would end up seeing them, seeing how Vanessa would flirt with him. 

But there was a problem. 

Vanessa’s father already set her up with someone else so it would be a bad picture for her family if she was seen with another man. 

But, Mycroft can fix that too. 

He wrote Vanessa asking her to meet up at a small cottage that Mycroft’s mother owned outside the town. The reason why is because nobody can hear them. Not you, nor Sherlock. 

He made a new plan. 

Vanessa will be taking Sherlock to a picnic on the flower field, the same field Sherlock told you he loved you. Shortly after that, Mycroft would take you on a walk and will be passing the flower field, seeing Sherlock with another woman. 

Mycroft did not feel bad. Not even a bit. 

He chose the worst place to do this. The flower field. 

It was your and Sherlocks favorite place. You shared your first kiss, you told each other that you love one another and you even went there on your first walk together. 

It would break you apart. 

Meanwhile at your house

It was the day before the event and there were stylists coming over to your house for you to try the dress. Sherlock already had a suit from before so he did not need any stylist. He was waiting outside of your room, waiting for you to show him your new dress.

He could not keep his excitement to himself. 

He knocked on the door a few times to ask when you were done, but everytime he tried the stylist would tell him that you requested not to show him before you were done. 

Sherlock waited an half an hour before one of the stylists opened the door and let Sherlock in. 

The moment he laid his eyes on you was the same moment he thought he was going to pass out.

You looked so beautiful. The dress was everything. 

The color matched your personality,  the way you looked in it, the way the corset showed off your curves. Everything about it was perfect. 

“Sherlock, what do you think?” 

Sherlock just stood there looking at your beautiful face before saying anything. 

“You look like a real life princess, a princess that you only hear in fairytales. You look like my princess” 

Sherlock began walking towards you and when he reached you, he smashed his lips with yours. 

You stood there kissing not noticing that Lucy was standing there waiting for you to be done. 

“Ms Taylor! Yours and Mr Holmes' bed is ready.”

“Thank you Lucy! I really appreciate it!” 

After she left you and Sherlock started laughing since the poor lady had to wait for you to stop kissing. 

The stylist took off your dress and left. You and Sherlock got ready for bed and laid down. 

You dozed off quickly but still felt his hand wrapping around your waist…

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That's not how I'd do it

A Sherlock x Reader Masterlist

I have began to write a chaptered fic of YN as Mrs Hudson's niece and she lives with Sherlock and John. Chaos ensues, naturally. Extra info NOT BASED ON THE TIMELINE OF THE SERIES

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Chapter Six

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Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

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Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Fifteen

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“Good Girl”

[tulipsforvin]

Hello! You are one of the few authors who write something in this MTP fandom. And I really enjoy your fanfics💐 Can I request a smut with Mycroft?

I apologize...My English is a bit broken, I hope I wrote clearly😭

✧ your grammar's fine, don't worry! your request was a little vague so i added whatever i could think of, hope you don't mind :)

✧ p.s: thank you for the kind words ᥫ᭡ !! thnx for requesting, love <3

✧ mycroft x f!reader + getting head & fingering (f!receiving) + praising

mycroft had been more busy with his duties lately. he'd barely come home and even when he did, which was quite rare, he'd be too tired to properly even engage in a simple conversation with his love.

“..oh, right there.”

and this was his way for making up for his neglect.

your back arches off the bed by the slightest inch, fingers tangled into his dark hair, tugging and tugging at every new sensation, every new need of yours.

“hmhh..” he groans into your cunt, lips wrapped deliciously around your swollen, throbbing clit.

mycroft is on his knees on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around your thighs which he uses to pull you close. you're wet. so, so very wet—dripping down from your pussy to the expensive bedsheet below you, not that you cared right now anyway.

“mycroft..” you begin, but are immediately stopped when he licks a stripe down from your clit to your vulva. “hngh— fuck.” to add to the pleasure, his fingers walk up from your pelvis to your breasts and he uses his thumbs to draw circles over your nipples.

he's slow, but precise with his actions. some time in and you finally realize that he isn't just randomly lapping you up — he's circling his initials into your clit. you gasp every time he starts with the 'M' and shudder everytime he ends with the 'H', as if your body was his.

yet it only turned you on even more.

“a-ah..” you're practically humping yourself onto his face and the man willingly sticks out his tongue for you to relieve yourself.

“doing so well for me.” he murmurs, and although his words are slurry, his praise makes you even more determined to get yourself off on him, makes you ride his tongue even faster. his hands wrap around your breasts and he fondles them, gives them an occasional squeeze once in a while.

surely getting yourself off on him would be a piece of cake, right? but the time spent apart was so long and you couldn't even remember the last time you touched yourself so everytime you neared your high, your body suddenly couldn't handle it anymore and slowed down on it's pace, edging you.

“m-mycroft..” your eyes are pooled with unshed, desperate tears and you whine his name out softly. you're frustrated. and you want, no, need to cum.

the man wasn't dumb, he knew of your frustrations so he cooes to you. “shh, shh. it's okay. i'll get you there, sweetheart. trust me.”

so he took matters into his own hands and delved even deeper between your legs. his tongue laps at you faster, sucks and kisses your clit — even adds in a finger to help you—help his poor, sweet girl.

his fingers pump in out of you and his tongue is still unrelenting in it's pace. “fuck— please..! i'm going to cum, please-” and yet, your body didn't seem to listen to you. getting closer and closer to your high was making you overwhelmed, and the stimulation was simply too much.

“haa.. hngh, i-” you're tugging at his hair, back arched, toes curled, mouth agape. “p’ease—” and you've hit the edge. your moans grow louder, fill the room and your thighs shudder and try to close around his head but he keeps your legs spread apart with his big hands, caressing your legs.

mycroft only hums in response, rubbing and caressing his hands all over your body. “that's it, that's it.” he whispers. “let it out, that's my good girl.” you're gasping — unsteady, short breaths while he helps you come down from your high.

“good, good” his voice is raspy, deep, aroused.

that was beautiful, he thinks. the strain against his pants is obvious and you're sure he's almost leaking with the stain you see when you prop up on your elbows to look at him. “good job, dear.”

your eyes flick to the clock and so does his.

10:34 AM.

“now that i'm aware i'm late,” he murmurs close to you. “i might as well take the day off an indulge in you, instead.”

[sherlocksoft]

The Experiment

Sherlock Holmes x reader

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Summary: When you married Sherlock, you discovered a side to him that you would never have expected. A side that was only for you.

Author's notes: See if you can spot the line I included from a Sherlock Holmes story as a nod to Victorian Sherlock… I used a few Victorian terms in this to make it authentic, so on the off chance that you're an historian specialising in Victorian dirty talk, please be kind 😉. This is written with any Victorian Sherlock in mind, but leaning toward Henry.

Warnings/content: nsfw, shameless smut, 18+, f!reader, reader has a vagina, dirty talk (but make it Victorian), first time, marriage, breeding kink, fingering, cream pie, cunnilingus, overstimulation, discussion of safe word, mentions of blow jobs, dom Sherlock if you squint, mentioned aftercare

Marrying a gentleman like Sherlock, there was no surprise that when it came to matters of the marital bed, he was technically as inexperienced as you.

You had been delighted to learn that he had a tendency to live slobbishly from time to time despite scrubbing up exceptionally well; neglecting his hair, sleeping in, wearing his dressing gown all day, not bothering with trifles like what time you ate dinner or who was calling in when his organised chaos took over your home (especially if it was his brother Mycroft).

You were also pleased that he wasn’t a prude — in his line of work you supposed it would be difficult to be completely prudish — because you felt you could comfortably be yourself around him, which seemed such a rare treat for a woman living in these days.

But the one thing you were utterly surprised by, was the way he spoke to you about sex. And even more surprising; how completely crazed he seemed for you. It went against everything you expected of him while courting, and definitely against everything that the general public would ever imagine of him.

Always treating you entirely properly, you’d expected an awkward and perhaps uncomfortable encounter upon consummating your marriage, sure that he would not have time or care for physical affection, especially since he usually displayed such an obvious aversion to the touch of others.

On the contrary, he seemed to have a great deal of confidence as well as an intricate insight into the topic, even upon your first time together. His approach set every nerve in your body aflame before sating you completely and providing a generous offering of his pearly seed to establish itself in your belly.

When you found yourself atop your newly shared bed, at first you worried your ankles may be revealed as your dress lifted above your boots, but he didn’t seem at all phased. You supposed people did see one another in the nude once they were married, and although the thought had been eating away at your nerves, but Sherlock didn’t seem nearly as on edge, which went a long way to soothing your worries.

You’d seen this look of his before. His sparkling eyes devoured you as though you were a new and exciting mystery to be solved, and knowing him as you did, he would no doubt be filled with drive fit for a thorough investigation.

‘Do not worry, darling, I shan’t strip you of your beautiful dress just yet,’ he soothed, caressing your cheek before shedding himself of his jacket and loosening his ascot. ‘Let us start slow, we do have all night after all.’

He moved down to sit beside where you laid upon the bed, and his fingers worked to remove your boots, sending shivers tingling up your legs as his flesh eventually brushed against yours.

You watched him carefully as he rolled his sleeves up, wondering what on earth he was preparing for. You began to feel entirely like one of his experiments, and you supposed that in a way, since this was his first time too, you were. The thought made your lips curl in amusement and your heart race.

‘Have you researched sex, Sherlock?’ you asked bashfully as he lifted your skirts further and ran his fingertips, featherlight and only slightly shaky, up along the contours of your inner thighs.

Gently, he pushed your legs apart, fingers hooking under the soft fabric of your bloomers as that gorgeous curl loosened to fall over his forehead.

‘Of course I have,’ he said simply, still entirely focussed on contributing to your growing arousal. ‘One cannot possibly get something of such delicate balance down to an exact science without sufficient data… just like one cannot perform an exact art without practise. And practice, we shall…’

Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at the imagery of him studying indecent books with your pleasure in mind. You were overcome with an unusual desire to squeeze your thighs together, but ignored it in favour of feeling entirely safe in his apparently capable hands. Hands that were slipping your bloomers down past your knees and dropping them unceremoniously to the floor.

His fingers began to explore your slick folds, not at all helping to cool the red hot blush that powdered your cheeks.

‘Oh, how I’ve dreamed of bedding you, my darling,’ he breathed, settling properly beside you on the bed. ‘I’m going to satisfy you in ways you cannot fathom. Don’t be shy, you’re doing so well for me.’

Your unexpected cry of pleasure tore through the otherwise silent room, his finger now slowly pumping in and out of your heat. You gripped his arm as if holding on for dear life, fearful that you might otherwise float away in this unexpected haze of bliss.

‘You feel like silk,’ he praised, voice weakening slightly. ‘That’s it, hold on to me, you’re safe. You’re going to come on my fingers first, my needy little minx. Focus on how they fill you, how they caress your inner walls. Does it excite you as it excites me?’

You nodded. Your mind was fuzzy with pleasure like you’d never known, so much so that answering verbally seemed a certain impossibility.

‘I have fantasised about taking you on my fingers,’ he whispered, low and deep into your ear, ‘how divine you would sound as you give in to your pleasure, my name slipping hungrily from between those pretty lips.’

He removed his finger then, and a whine of protest erupted from somewhere within you. You just felt so empty without his elegant digit sliding in and out of your swollen entrance, dragging against something inside that made you absolutely ravenous for more — but a new sensation soon took over and you felt disappointed no longer.

His slick coated fingers dragged up through your folds and you shuddered, all the nerve endings in your body, it seemed, set alight at once. But when he reached the throbbing nub at the apex of your sex, there was suddenly ten times the bliss you’d felt before and your body jolted upward as your scream pierced the room.

‘Ah, it seems it’s not so hard to find after all,’ he said casually, ‘I summised that most men were simply to lazy to bother with this little trick, and perhaps I was onto something. But look at you darling, how you tremble for me while I massage your pretty, soaked flower. What man wouldn’t want to witness their love so utterly wanton for their touch? To feel her blatant arousal at his very fingertips?’

Your mind had turned all but blank, the sensations shooting through your body overwhelming you as his fingers danced with perfect pressure against your clitoris.

‘Sh-Sherlock- I- oh!’

‘I know, darling, I know, you need to come for me, don’t you?’

Swiftly, he pressed his thumb to your clit and slipped a finger easily back inside, fucking you harder and faster than before, watching with delight as you unravelled beneath him.

As the lewd slapping of his fingers fucking into your sopping sex filled the room he, quite pragmatically albeit with a much darker voice than that which he uses during his usual experiments, talked you through your release.

‘This pleasure will soon overwhelm you, culminating in your orgasm. If all goes to plan, your quim will rapidly clench around my finger and there’ll be something like sparks at your clitoris, then you’ll feel a few moments of indescribable ecstasy...’

Your own fingers snapped around his wrist, feeling his steady yet vigorous movements, and you wondered how on earth anything could feel better than this, right now.

And then it hit.

‘Ah, yes, there it is. That’s it! Yes, come for me! Come for me!’

His name did indeed tear from your parted lips, shaky and breathy and desperate, and then his fingers began to slow, easing you down from your high until he gently withdrew them.

Your eyes closed as you relaxed back against the pillows, your legs shaking. You heard a humming sound that pulled you back to the present, though, and glanced across at your husband to see him gleefully sucking your slick from his fingers.

‘It is frankly a disservice to the entire human race to consider that act depraved. Mmh. And you taste like the sweetest nectar, darling... tell me, did it feel good?’

You nodded, biting your lips together.

‘There’s no shame in it, my love. Especially if it feels good.’

‘It felt exquisite,’ you breathed, punctuated with a blissful sigh, and Sherlock smiled broadly. A rare sight. ‘But what about you?’

‘I do not wish to rush you. I will be truthful, however — after watching that beautiful display, my root is as solid as a rock. Whilst I've no intention of pressuring you, I will not turn you down if you’re sure you feel sufficiently ready for me.’

‘I… I think I do,’ you whispered, and you loosened your grip from the layers of your skirt to rest a hand delicately on the broad expanse of his chest.

He gasped at the simple affection, and the reaction caused your lower lips, still throbbing with the after effects of your climax, to quiver.

‘May I?’ you asked carefully, and he nodded. Your hand trailed down gradually, until it reached his lower stomach.

Sherlock’s breath quickened, and you pushed lower still, cupping his erection.

‘Ah- ohhh-’

His eyebrows raised and his eyes fell closed as you stroked his length softly and slowly, but before you could find a proper rhythm, he quickly snapped his hips away, grabbing your hand firmly in his as he leant in to kiss you with fierce passion.

As he pulled away from your lips, he muttered, ‘I hoped to inject you with my seed, but I fear that if you continue touching me for a moment longer, the only thing filled with it will be my undergarments.’

‘Then please, Sherlock, take me-’

And take you, he did. Within a second you were pushed onto your back, and he was settling between your legs, hurriedly unfastening his trousers to release his steadily leaking arousal.

As he carefully pushed himself into you, your warmth enveloping his length, an expression of sheer bliss relaxed his handsome features.

‘Am I too big, darling?’ he panted. ‘Does it hurt?’

‘No- please, don’t stop, Sherlock, I want to be filled with your cock- filled to the brim with your blow-’

He smirked at your words. You mustn't be quite so innocent if you were using words like that.

Sherlock began to steadily roll his hips. Your core burned with an unusual pain, a pain that made you crave more.

His forehead pressed to yours, your hot breath mingling with his each time he thrust gently into you and let out a sweet little whimper.

‘I told you I’d- fantasised about- pleasuring you- ha- ahhh- I can’t deny- I’ve thought of many acts, some of which you might consider- mmh- indecent- but each flood of bliss I give to you is- ha- simply the perfect result of an experiment I’ve been dying to carry out since I met you, and- ohhh-’

His voice was so breathy and shaky now, you knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, but you wanted to give him a taste of how he’d made you feel. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his back, pulling him closer and signalling for him to go harder.

‘Do you- ohh- do you w-want my children, darling? Do you want me to- ah!- unleash my potent seed within these t-tender walls and- give you a child?’

‘I want nothing less,’ you breathed, thrilled at his words, and at that he snapped his hips unrelentingly, snaking a hand between your writhing bodies to massage your sensitive clit once again, and Sherlock relished in the moan his touch elicited.

‘Clever little- ohh- trick, isn’t it?’ he just about managed, and less than a second later, came with force inside you.

Your walls tightened, contracting around his thick cock to milk him of every last drop, your tightening walls taking him to a plane of existence he’d never before explored.

This orgasm felt different for you, you noted, and if either of you had been coherent enough to discuss the matter you were sure he would ask you to write it down and keep a record detailing those differences.

Nevertheless, your second peak was just as strong, and you fell weak once again as Sherlock’s seed dribbled onto your thighs and he rolled off you, panting.

‘Darling- that was- oh, it was-’ he muttered, half delirious. ‘You feel- good god, you feel-’

‘I came again,’ you admitted, proud this time, knowing it would please him.

‘I know. I felt it,’ he smirked, and then, almost as if he read your mind, ‘did it feel different?’

‘Yes,’ you chuckled.

‘Oh how wonderful! I should write a monograph on the matter. Only for your eyes of course — although it could benefit at least half of the population if there were more literature on women’s pleasure.’

‘So, a filthy love letter just for me, with a touch of the scientific?’

‘You understand me so well,’ he cooed, stroking your cheek. ‘This is precisely why I adore you.’ And suddenly, there was a sparkle in his eyes that you’d seen when he reached a breakthrough. ‘Tell me, have you ever heard of cunnilingus?’

You shook your head. ‘Not… really. I may have gleaned a… basic understanding-’

‘It’s precisely the act I mentioned may be considered indecent, but I would very much like the opportunity to try it with you.’

‘Tell me about it?’ you breathed excitedly.

‘Perhaps it would be easier to show you. Do you trust me?’

‘Yes. Do it,’ you said eagerly, hungry for as much as he was willing to give you.

‘Consider this another experiment… if you dislike it, you must tell me and I shall end it, however my understanding is that if it works, you will not be entirely in your right mind so we must set a code in place.’

‘How about a word that we don’t associate with sexual activities?’ you suggested.

‘Precisely. “Mycroft” it is.’

You burst into a simultaneous fit of laughter, until he silenced you with another, fervent kiss.

‘You might need to loosen your corset for this one. Providing three orgasms in restrictive clothing is no way to treat one’s wife. And what if there are four, or five? I would never forgive myself.’

Taking his advice, you began to strip, soon revealing your breasts to him.

‘Oh, darling, what a perfect start...’ He wrapped his lips around a nipple and sucked lightly, his fingers toying with the other. He was pleased to feel you squirm beneath him and jolts of pleasure shot from your chest to your core and back again.

‘Oh- I never knew they could- mmh- feel like that…’ you groaned, but once again he left you cold to move onto something new, shimmying lower to settle his face at the apex of your thighs.

His tongue lashed warm and wet against your sex, circling your nub, exploring your folds and lapping at your entrance to collect your combined juices.

The way you shuddered had him fighting off a second erection. Not now — he needed to concentrate, and was hoping that with this new method he could give you multiple orgasms in one sitting. His own pleasure could wait.

He hummed into your quim as though he were enjoying a long awaited meal, and you quickly fell apart once again as his hums of delight vibrated through your core.

‘Sherlock,’ you whined, ‘Oh, Sherlock…’

‘One more?’ Came his muffled response, his deep growl reverberating through your weakened body. It didn’t take long for another peak to take over, your mind completely clouded in a haze of overstimulation.

‘I think it’s time for a break now, my love,’ he muttered softly, coming up to hold you, his pretty lips coated in your juices. ‘I rather think that this has been an experiment I would take pleasure in repeating regularly, if you’ll allow me.’

‘I’d be delighted,’ you sighed dreamily, already feeling the pull of sleep.

‘I will also mention that, as soon as you’re comfortable enough, I would rather like to experiment with my own orgasms. See how they feel inside your hand… or your mouth…’

‘Yes, yes I would… I would like…’

‘Shh… for now, it’s time to sleep. Rest, my darling wife you’ve done so well for me.’

You nodded, and that was the last you remembered of the evening.

A thin blade of warm sunlight woke you in the morning. You found yourself comfortably wrapped inside his shirt. He’d cleaned you up after you drifted off to sleep, and you rose feeling refreshed and relaxed.

Creaking open the bedroom door, you heard his handsome voice floating through. He had a client, and when you peeked through the gap you could see that your husband looked impeccably well put together. Unlike you; if anyone saw you like this… you dreaded to think. You smiled to yourself, though, wondering what his stoic looking client would think if he knew what Sherlock had spent all night doing before meeting with him. You bet Sherlock could teach him a thing or two.

You could only hope this case would be too boring for him so he would return to your bed, for you entirely planned to take Sherlock into your mouth the moment you were able. To taste him. To give him as many releases as he had given you. To see him entirely, blissfully weakened by pleasure…

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Secret - S.Holmes; Prologue

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut

Warning: none

Word: approx 700

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You should never have had slept with Sherlock Holmes.

From the moment you mistakenly kissed after a long night of drinking, it was a downhill spiral of secret meetings in the private study room – not studying – and late hours in the lab room – not practising. All of your friends warned you that it would only end in a heap of tears over a destroyed friendship.

But you couldn't help yourself. Sherlock left you wanting more: a junkie infatuated with the pleasure.

Because the way that his thighs bumped against you and his strict tremulous voice empowered you to give him every part of yourself., twice. So far, you both have been quite thirsty.

Everything had been wonderful in your life. You were ready to graduate from high school, you had your entire summer planned out, and when autumn arrived, you were going to pack your paints and go to Liverpool to pursue a career as an artist. And suddenly it was all collapsing around you, one fantasy after another turning to dust and vanish in the blink of an eye. 

"Do you have any trophies?" You stuttered in astonishment, your legs giving way from beneath you and allowing your body to fall to the bench.

It was a chilly Tuesday evening, and you were sitting in the park midway between your house and Sherlock, exactly as he had requested. He seemed anxious on the phone, but Sherlock was always like that, like the time he called you at 3 a.m. and forced you to come over just to be sure he didn't have a third nipple. Even so, you hastened to get ready and see him since he was your best friend and you needed him by your side.

And he was about to leave you.

You understood how important this was to him. Even you and everyone else who knows him would agree that the lab is his second home. You knew how hard he had worked for an opportunity like this, and you wanted to be happy for him, but hearing him tell you about the best news of his life made you sick. If Sherlock was accepted into Boston University, he'd leave you behind to cope with your mess of a life.

Sherlock sat down beside you, knees brushing up against yours as he moved as close to you as possible. “Yeah, isn’t it amazing? I was just scolded Mycroft that I hate government jobs when someone from the uni called I should come to Boston and you know, start to prepare myself there. It’s what I’ve always wanted!” He was beaming with so much excitement and happiness.

You didn't want to be the one who got in the way of his dreams, as much as you didn't want to go through it alone. You tried to grin as you drank past the lump in your throat. "That's fantastic news, literally. Sherl!" You cried, attempting to fake enthusiasm. You were still sick to your stomach on the inside. 

"I still can't believe it," he said, shaking his head in bewilderment before wrapping his arms over your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. His scent enveloped you in an instant as you buried your face in his coat, holding back the tears that begged to fall. "Thank you for never letting me give up," he muttered quietly, gently cradling the back of your head and running his fingers through your hair.

You were on the point of tears, feeling the salty sting as they gathered in the corner of your eyes, but you swallowed hard to keep them in. "This calls for some celebrations," you burst into tears leaning out of Sherlock and bringing your scarf closer to your face. "How about you go get us some tea from the corner café?"

Sherlock smiled brightly at you and rose to his feet, oblivious to your pain. "I like the way you ponder," he said while directing attention to his nose and then at you. "One green tea for my best friend, coming right up!" He responded, backing away and kissing you.

You finally allowed the tears fall down your cheeks as you watched his figure walk out of the park, sobbing breaking out of your chest. The last shred of hope you had clutched to, the possibility of having him at your side through it all, had slipped from your grasp and broken on the ground. You couldn't be the one to derail his hopes as well. 

"I guess it's just me and you," you said to yourself, cradling your stomach with your hands. Inside was a swarm of cells that were rapidly multiplying into something that was totally your responsibility.

The secret you could never tell Sherlock.

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Even the devil was once an angel | [1/?]

Summary: You are a psychiatrist and decide to play a dangerous game with the worst of criminal minds. Or: you're a bit bored too.

Pairing: Jim Moriarty x Fem!Reader

Chapter word count: 2714

Warning: +18, mind games, angst and smut, hurt/comfort, stalker!Moriarty (Jim Moriarty is his own warning)

Next Chap: 2

I. The day we met

The first time you meet James Moriarty, he pretends to be someone else.

💥💥💥

That morning London showed leniency to its citizens, letting the clouds clear from the gloomy day of the day before and giving way to warm sunshine that broke the dry and cold temperatures.

The little park outside your window was teeming with so many different people. Mothers who accompanied their children to school, engaged couples who stopped along the road to exchange affection, elderly people who let themselves be carried away by their pets.

For a brief moment you identified in one of those people, away from the twisted world you floated in, gasping for air to try not to fall down again.

How pleasant it must have been to lead such a simple life. Follow a policy that doesn't put your life at risk for even a second.

You heard the unmistakable sound of an email and turned on yourself in the mobile chair, taking your mind away from your fantasies and returning to reality. You opened the mail and read its contents.

You absentmindedly ran your fingertips over the computer keyboard, quickly deciphering the message and dwelling on the unmistakable initials of Mycroft Holmes. 

Although it sounded more like an order than a real request for assistance, you forced yourself to respond passively and affirmatively about your presence at the appointed meeting place.

Just before you could send the mail, a soft knock came to your door.

Let your eye scroll one last time on the encrypted script you used and then with a click you send your reply back to the sender. You immediately closed your email-box and invited your patient to come in.

Your secretary had warned you that same morning that a new patient had requested a consultation and since she had determined from the tone of his voice that it was urgent she had placed him the same day.

The white door clicked and this little man appeared on its doorstep and snapped his neck from right to left, trying to locate you.

When he found you, his lips parted in an embarrassed smile and he moved from one foot to the other on the door while he seemed to assume an excited and anxious attitude that made you raise your eyebrows in a funny way.

“Good morning,” he stomped forward and reached over your desk, “Richard Brook. I made a meeting this morning with your assistant.”

With a smile, you grabbed his hand and noticed an unusual nervous tremor. The grip was weak and his fingers were smooth but before you could linger too long, his hand slipped away from you.

“Of course, I've already been informed. Nice to meet you, Mr. Brook.”

You rose to your feet and with your heels you noticed that you were slightly taller than the man. You went around the desk, approaching him and with one arm pointed to the real leather armchair not far from you.

You avoided touching him, raising a hand behind his back only to urge him to move forward but without creating real contact. You felt too much agitation in the air. Probably an unexpected gesture from you would have put him on the run.

“Oh, yes, thank you.” He makes an odd leap forward as he runs a hand behind his neck. “Please, just Richard.” He added as he dropped to the soft dark leather.

The room offered a wide space, occupied only by a mahogany desk and an office chair, the welcoming chair for patients and a small single armchair where you sat immediately, closer to study your client.

He was wearing a one-size-fits-all gray T-shirt and ripped jeans of a faded blue. He waved his sneakers over each other, often making your gaze fall down.

“Anything makes you comfortable, Richard.”

You forced your gaze back to him, focusing on his hazel eyes and his dark, undone hair.

Everything about him showed little attention to himself but inevitably your eyes rested on young, well-manicured hands. His nails were short and freshly trimmed, no bite marks along the surrounding flesh and cuticles.

Richard caught your attention and casually placed his hands between his thighs, hiding any other signals. 

An alarm bell rang in your brain, warning you that you had a great actor in front of you.

Before he could notice your moment of evaluation, let the most sincere smile slip on your face and closed your eyelids to prevent him from reading a fake.

“So, Richard. What would you like to talk about today? Is there a reason for your presence here?”

You brought your hand to your chest and hips, mimicking a search for something and stood up. You had to get back to your desk as quickly as possible.

The man followed your movement, his mouth slightly open to speak.

“What a careless, I forgot the folder. Forgive me a second...”

You had just passed the chair when the reloading click of an unmistakable weapon rang behind you.

“Unusual for the government's personal psychiatrist to forget something so elementary. Reeeeeally disappointing.”

It was the low pitch slowly rising into a childish moan that sent a shiver down your spine.

It wasn't the first time you had dealt with psychotic killers but it was definitely the first time anyone had found you in the undercover job.

You wore the best rigid and impenetrable mask you could find in that unexpected situation and forced your eyes to focus only on the weapon that was pointed directly at you instead of looking for the cameras that Mycroft had placed in your office. If you only had a vague idea who he was you were sure he would easily catch your eye.

The rigid and anxious body of the man who had entered the office seemed to have completely melted away, giving way to one full of arrogance and sadistic fun.

“Beginner's mistake, right?”

You frowned at his remark but luckily the guy was protagonist enough to explain without having to ask for anything.

“The hands. I didn't want to ruin them. I'm a prima donna on this.” He held his right one up in front of his face, looking curiously at the nails. “I must have underestimated you a little too much.”

He laughed a little at your neutral expression, almost wanting to break it just for the sake of seeing you scared or angry.

“It seems that my boys are doing a great job with bugs...” He dropped his back against the chair as if he were the owner of the place and waved the gun to point to the whole office before pointing it at you again.

You felt that if you remained silent for a long time, the man would have shot you without thinking twice.

“Who are you?” It was a stupid question, the first thing you thought of saying without sounding nervous.

The amusement that lit up his face turned into an expression of complete coldness. His eyes blocked your every chance of reading, darkening and narrowing dangerously.

“No, no, no...” he moaned, looked away from your figure but before you could even think of moving a muscle, he jumped up from his chair and took two big strides in your direction.

It took all your willpower not to flinch from that sudden outburst that had dragged him within inches of you. The barrel of the gun pressed hard just above your breasts, giving you bursts of pain from the excessive pressure.

“Haven't you figured out who I am yet ?!”

The high tone of voice made you clench your jaw and painfully bite the inside of your cheek to avoid jolting. The difference in height didn't give you any advantage and the more you looked into the depths of those dilated pupils, the more you became aware that it was an animal ready to jump on your throat.

You thought about it for a few moments and then sighed loudly. It couldn't be anyone but him.

“My assistant does careful research on every patient who crosses my threshold. Before letting you in, she must have necessarily identified you and this means that the results she found on Richard Brook were reliable. However, you staged a little theater, committing yourself to make me believe that you are exactly the desperate and melancholy little boy without keep in mind my professionalism.”

You watched his irritated expression slowly crack. You took that as a good sign.

“The ability to create a well-recognized false identity, the art of knowing how to play a role, your knowledge about my work, the fact that I have stand in the way of only one subject in the last two years...” eyes from bottom to top, connecting your gazes again. “I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Moriarty.”

You were incredibly angry with Holmes for not showing you at least half a photo of the man you were dismantling the entire criminal link to.

Knowing the identity of Moriarty was reserved for very few, true, but if there was even the slightest chance that the criminal could identify you, you wanted him to have been reported to you.

James Moriarty gave you a smile before turning his back to you and spread his arms in a theatrical and dramatic gesture.

“Din din din! Looks like someone just spared a bullet.” He commented enthusiastically.

Without being seen, you turned your head to the desk and thought of the Walther suspended and away from you under the desk. You took a couple of steps back, pretending to have pain in your joints and being forced into a movement to stretch your legs.

But the criminal didn't seem to care because he slipped the gun between his waistband and jeans, stretched like a cat with his arms up, and began wandering around the room, studying the various photos and documents leaning against the gray wall.

“I thought you were just another puppet in the hands of the government, doctor.” He said your title as a strange mockery as he grabbed your psychotherapist qualification off the wall. “But I have to change my mind, you seem to be vaguely competent in what you do.”

The rational and conservative part of you suppressed the compelling and suicidal urge to retort and humiliate him.

“He seems to be very knowledgeable about me. I thought there were no documents certifying my work with the government.”

You took another cautious step back and finally felt the surface of the desk beneath your fingers as you slowly arched your knees to feel down.

“What a stupid conclusion, doc. I can call you doc, right?”

You finally feel your fingers closing around the grip of the gun but you see Moriarty's free arm rise high and the sound of a snap of fingers resounds in the room.

A few seconds passed where you couldn't figure out what had changed but then the figure of the criminal turned and focused on you and at the gun that you were holding by your side.

Exasperated, he rolled his eyes.

“I feel offended, doc. I thought we were having fun here.” He rests the frame that he was holding back in its place, adjusting it to the maximum of obsessive and then holds out a hand to you, in a clear gesture.

When you look down on your hand you find the red dot of a sniper rifle and a tired smile is painted on your lips. Did you seriously have any chance against this man who was 10 steps ahead of you?

“You can't blame me for trying, can you?”

Your voice came out more amused than it should and Moriarty noticed it because he returned to smile at you with that maniacal expression as you put the gun in his open hand.

You had learned a lot about James Moriarty. Mycroft Holmes had told you about it, back then when he had entrusted you with several members of the Mexican cartel to be questioned and 'persuaded' to gossip about their highest bidder. You had been told of the criminal's incredible danger and you were also aware of his unstable voluptuousness in changing his mind, opinion and actions. 

You were certain that if the vocabulary was aware of the person, under the word psychopath you would find his face.

To buy time, it was enough to play his own game without unbalancing.

“We are not all great geniuses, Mr. Moriarty, but I assure you that we can do very well even without being.”

Interminable seconds of silence passed and your thoughts wandered to your young secretary a few meters from you, regardless of what was happening inside your room. If the man had shot, would she have run to see what happened or would she have run away?

You were hoping for the second one, you really didn't want to have a woman on your conscience not aware of your real job.

James closed his hand on the weapon but also grabbed your fingers in the process. You still felt that the sniper was aimed at you but Moriarty had an interested and heated look in his eyes.

“I can't deny it. John Watson seems to be a great addition to the balance of the Holmes and you...” he chuckled, maniacally as he absently stroked your fingers over the gun, the barrel of the gun pointed at you “... you definitely pissed me off doing that magic number on my precious buyers and sellers.”

Then, without warning, you felt the cold surface of the Walther forcefully push under your chin, like a dangerous caress. The fingers of James' right hand landed on your face and he used his thumb to force against your lips, violently, squeezing the soft flesh against your white teeth.

“I wonder how much your language proficiency is really worth.”

An unhealthy thought won you over. Jim Moriarty was really a rare case to study, a level of psychic disorder so severe that it could no longer even be considered pathological but that he maintained a healthy and real awareness of himself and the surrounding environment. You had dealt with psychopaths or schizophrenics but they all had a different, almost abstract, unreal conception of the world. 

And he had a weakness. He liked to play.

You must have been a bit crazy too to propose what you were about to propose to him.

“How about betting then?”

The pressure on your face eased, the gun lowered a few centimeters but you didn't dare to take your eyes off the man who was holding you in his hand and under fire. His body reaction had confirmed that you were riding the right wave, though.

“I can give you a demonstration of how I do it. I guess you are thinking that your clients are stupid enough to be manipulated by a simple psychotherapist. If you really think you are immune to all sorts of my therapy, you risk nothing.”

You felt his fingertips absentmindedly caress your skin just below your dark circles and for a second you had the terrible feeling that he could snap and pull your eyes out of their sockets just for the sake of making you scream and apologize for your insolence.

But instead of doing so, a long groan of perplexity vibrated from his throat as his lips slowly curved into a crooked but satisfied smile.

He unexpectedly pressed his hand with the gun against your cheek and the free hand on the opposite side. You felt the cold metal push until it left temporary marks but you were too busy with his face hovering over yours to be distracted.

“You have a special subject to study, what do I have in return?”

“A temporary distraction...” his face remained impassive at your words so you forced yourself to add more sarcastically than rationally: "and the satisfaction of being able to shoot me in case I have shown you that I'm not as good as the government describes me.”

You were still alive and your head wasn't leaking brain matter so, somehow, he must have liked your answer when he left your office.