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if you dont mind me requesting another... may i request where the s/o reader is a noble with a really kind heart, like she owns a bakery and she loves to give pastries or breads to the peasants for free, and another noble didn't like it and burn the bakery down? how would the brothers react? you can do it with any of the moriarty brothers! sorry if its too detailed :]

NOBLE F!READER'S BAKERY BURNS DOWN ✦

🌷: reactions featuring the moriarty brothers

🌷: why have only 1 when you can have all 3? this is so unnecessary but i thought i'd spoil you (all) a bit. p.s you're fine, don't worry :)

⚠️: CW! slight desc of gore in william's part, skip if uncomfortable.

WILLIAM J. MORIARTY ‧₊˚✩彡

— it was the kindness you had that had him first crawling to you. being a noble you could have done many things; plan extravagant balls and tea parties, spend money on all sorts of items. but instead you opened a bakery, giving away baked goods for free. he had become distressingly attracted to you.

william's red glaring and gleaming eyes could be seen from miles away. he thought he'd drop by your workplace during his lunch break from university. he thought he'd enjoy a small meal and a small conversation with you, but instead he had to watch from feet apart as final, dying embers fell to the ground. the bakery that you and he loved was gone.

“will—” you sobbed, practically falling apart in your lover's arms. you had worked incredibly hard for this, only for all your blood, sweat and tears to be turned to ashes at the mere tantrum of an angered man.

“oh, my love.” william cooed sympathetically. his fingers tightened around you. he was quiet, but his narrowed eyes and tight jaw was enough to indicate what was about to happen in the near future.

over the next few days, which had not really took that long at all—he was able to track down the noble who had dared ruined your efforts and made you cry.

a man as corrupt as the noble who had burned down your bakery was more than enough to irk him. making you cry was another contributing factor to tip him off. just as the man unable to tolerate the warmth of kindness that you provided, william set all of his means of income ablaze. and just as blind he was to dismiss the happiness that appeared on the common people's faces, he made sure to gouge out the man's eyes so that he could see nothing at all.

and perhaps he might have gone a little overboard with his ways in his wrath—but he reasoned that if it were the divine themselves who brought forth tears from your eyes, not even the depths of damnation could hold him back from extracting retribution on your behalf. nobody could, would or should harm you.

ALBERT J. MORIARTY ‧₊˚✩彡

— during every visit of his to the orphanages he would find you already there, distributing all kinds of pastries and bread to the little kids. he found your kindness and charitable personality extremely charming. he had fallen in love with you.

fast forward to a few months and he had already begun wooing you. imagine his anger as he watched the happy-go-lucky and overall wonderful person he'd fallen deeply in love with lose their smile once their bakery had been burned at the hands of a dirty noble.

albert wouldn't just stand by. he was subtle—wore a charming smile but used his expert tongue to slowly chip away at the respect others had of the noble. it was backhanded compliments at first, then small insults that he brushed off as a joke, and then full on accusations as public opinion of him began to dive low at an alarmingly fast rate.

by the time he was done the noble was stripped from all respect and sympathy, forced to live an isolated life from others and unable to show face to anybody ever again.

of course he wouldn't stop at just that, though. he holds out his hand at you, warm and enveloping fingers wrapping around you as he pulls you up from your sadness. (and he always will). “how about i chip in enough funds to help you rebuild your bakery?”

“no, you already do enough for me anyway.” it would be extremely expensive. you possibly couldn't ask him to do this, but he seemed to have other plans.

albert smiles, voice teasing but comforting all the same. “then, how about this; i pay for all the repairs and you let me eat for free whenever in the future?”

LOUIS J. MORIARTY ‧₊˚✩彡

— it was a secret but sometimes louis went out of his way to see you. even if the sun had already begun to set he would walk an extra mile to buy grocery from a grocery shop that was situated right besides your bakery. on several occasions he would watch you, in all your kindness, feed the mouths that came to you and it honestly warmed his heart to no degree.

with a few pushes from his brothers he had finally began dating you. he loved you dearly and everybody knew he became violently devoted when he loved.

now if we push aside the obvious assassination attempts on that "imbecile of a man" (his words, not mine) by louis and his colleagues trying to hold him back, he's actually quite tame. again, only if we push aside the homicidal factors like the anonymous death threats and the bloody knives sent to the noble.

with a little help from his brothers, you're back on your own feet again (louis sacrificed the noble's legs in exchange). and louis even drops by every now and then to help you with baking and other works!

“do you need help with that?” he looks at you from behind your shoulder, watching you do your work.

“nope, i'm fine.” you smile up at him but he still grabs the batter from you and does it in your stead.

“how about you go sit down and enjoy a glass of cold juice or something similar of the sort?” he says calmly, already putting on an extra apron.

and in the end, you oblige as louis guides you out the room. because at the end of the day, not everybody can make lemon tarts as good as he does anyway.

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During an argument

Billy: Can you atleast try and see this from my perspective?

Sherlock: *crouches down*

Billy: ...I hope you die

[tulipsforvin]

Thighs or tits or ass

[insert audio] what happened to "hello" "how are you" "my name is"? what happened to that?

(thighs)

[tulipsforvin]

They are just a bunch of little guys.

I tried doing some chibis as a treat. I hope they are cute as I never did them much. I don't know if I'll do more at a later date, there's still some work in my personal life to be done.

[tulipsforvin]

︶꒷꒦︶𝔖𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡︶꒦꒷︶

༺I Tags: one-shot, fem! reader x William James Moriarty, fluff, beach day idk, modern AU

༺I Warnings: barely any, just slightly suggestive at the end?? pretty short too

You noticed William had been overworking himself again. He wasn't sleeping nor eating well and you were getting worried because of it. So you had you negotiate with him, and it was no easy work. You wanted him to take at least a small break from everything else.

He complained and tried to make up an excuse for every idea you had to spend your vacations with him, but when he actually gazed at your endearing eyes he just had to submit to your enchantments and say yes.

"Only because you look at me like that."

"I'll go put my swimsuit on," you said once the two of you had finally arrived at your beach house.

He nodded and put his own swimsuit on. He was planning on wearing a modest one, yet he didn't want to get his skin damaged by the Sun in case he had totake his shirt off and that's why he needed your help to put sunscreen on his back.

You came out of the changing room with your new swimsuit and he tried not to pay attention to it.

"Could you please help me, darling?" he asked as he grinned.

"Of course, handsome."

The sunscreen made it quise easy for your fingers to softly slid against his back, nape and shoulders first. Then you continued with his chest and his slightly toned abs. Nonetheless, when your hands went up to his face you noticed how flustered he had grown.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing, I can..." he muttered nervously, "I can do that by myself."

"You'll do your arms and legs. Let me finish with your face, alright?"

The blond tried to look away from your eyes. Letting you see him acting that shy would be a bit... embarrassing. And to make it worse, you kissed his jaw.

"Thank you, my love."

"It's your time to help me out though." You turned your back to him.

"Sure," he said. And he did what you asked him to with a bit of hesitation. Letting his fingertips caress your bare back and shoulders felt too good to be true.

Once he was done putting the sunscreen on you, you ran to the pool and when you came out of it your whole body was soaking wet. The Sun made your skin colour look more stunning if that's even possible in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" you frowned rather playfully.

William walked towards you and placed his hands against your waist before pulling you into a deep, desired kiss.

"Gorgeous. You look gorgeous. Don't look this gorgeous if you don't want me to die from a heart attack or to kiss you until we never go back home," he spoke.

You threw your arms around his neck and immediately kissed him again. Yet you didn't realize how hard you pulled him, and both of you ended up falling into the pool.

Liam looked at you and started laughing when he saw how suprised you were. Soon you were both a laughing mess.

"Do I even have to tell you you look gorgeous as well?" You ran your fingers through his now wet hair, earning a smile from your dearest.

"Do I really, pretty woman?" He smirked.

"Yes, you do, precious man." Soon he was sitting on the stairs of the pool as you were almost pinning him against the wall of it. "Why are you blushing so hard though? Just calm down."

He could only manage to chuckle and bury his face into the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses here and there.

"You know why, (Name)," he whispered.

You teased him with more and more kisses all over his face.

"(Name)..." he softly moaned. "It tickles."

You didn't mind overwhelming him. In fact, that was pretty much your intention.

You two went to the sea many hours later and held each other's hands. It was already late at night, so you could see the moonlight stroking your boyfriend's soft skin, which was truly a sight to behold. This time he was the one who caught you staring at him, but instead of teasing you like you would've done, he just blushed and smiled innocently at you.

You gave him a little peck on the lips and noticed the subtle yet obvious salty taste on them. Were his cheeks pink because he had been sunkissed or because he was simply infatuated with you?

"It's too dark here, Liam. We should go back to our house and-"

He didn't even let you finish. He had felt the need to pull you closer to him.

"Can't you just... eat my heart, crawl into my skin and become one with me for once and for all? I need you."

Your eyes widened at his odd request and tried to utter at least one word despite having gone absolutely weak now.

"I need to feel your warmth to another level, (Name). Please, I don't know what to do." He was basically whimpering and you found that this was making you dizzy (in a strangely nice way).

"That's why we should go back home, my angel. I'll help you there. You'll find out how soon," you said as you grabbed his hand and took him to your house, to the heaven of your bed.

[tulipsforvin]

i can't believe we're moots i love u and ur fics SOOOO much FJFJJFSJFNDJ stay healthy !!!!! <3

SO REAL ?? TRUTH BE TOLD, I USED TO SEE YOU HALF THE TIME ON MY TL AND I LOVED THE DRABBLES YOU POSTEDD i'm pretty sure i've liked/reblogged tons of your content either from this account or my alt like a year or half a year ago when i was more active on tumblr

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quick! how are you doing today!?

HIAIAI IM GOOD <3 hope you're feeling well too! thanks for checking up on me :)

[tulipsforvin]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THAT IDEA!!!!

Yes not even the we kinda find each other annoying romance but like I am a despicable noble and the sight of me should make his skin crawl but every time he sees me his heart is going 100 miles and hour and he thinks it's just the hatred but it's the LOVEEEEE

HOLY SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT??? HE THINKS IT'S THE ANGER OR THE DISGUST HE FEELS SEEING THE READER BUT IT'S BC HE'S SLOWLY FALLING IN LOVE ‼️‼️

[tulipsforvin]

guys ?? enemies to lovers with william j. moriarty ??? not them just being vaguely annoyed at each other type of enemies to lovers but they want to strangle and kill each other kind of enemies to lovers ????

it's dark romance btw (not that dark i guess idk) + only the slightest inkling of a thought for the plot rn but !!! would you want to read it 🫨🫨

[tulipsforvin]

the intertwined book reading seems so endearing to me

dating william james moriarty aesthetic

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AHJRJRD I'm melting ?? THIS IS SO CUTE ‼️‼️

(not a req)

Imagine William's girly s/o making for him and them matching rings, but they're super girly, like a glittery heart or a silly flower, and William despite being more masculine wears it everywhere because his s/o made it for him how could he not?? He loves it more that himself tbh.

aww that's so cute to think about !! william is definitely the man who—once in love—gives his partner or the relationship in general all of himself. he'd go about his everyday tasks and mundane activities and every now and then somebody would want to know what the ring's about and ask him.

he'd proudly (although it may not show entirely upon his face but a fonder, warmer smile is evidently present; which doesn't appear often but at the talk of his love or fond, cherished memories) tell the person, maybe his student, that it was his darling that gave it to him. he thinks, perhaps, sometimes showing off is not that bad — after all, it's the love of his life and her adorable little gestures of love ♡ how could he possibly resist?

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(not a req)

Imagine William's girly s/o making for him and them matching rings, but they're super girly, like a glittery heart or a silly flower, and William despite being more masculine wears it everywhere because his s/o made it for him how could he not?? He loves it more that himself tbh.

aww that's so cute to think about !! william is definitely the man who—once in love—gives his partner or the relationship in general all of himself. he'd go about his everyday tasks and mundane activities and every now and then somebody would want to know what the ring's about and ask him.

he'd proudly (although it may not show entirely upon his face but a fonder, warmer smile is evidently present; which doesn't appear often but at the talk of his love or fond, cherished memories) tell the person, maybe his student, that it was his darling that gave it to him. he thinks, perhaps, sometimes showing off is not that bad — after all, it's the love of his life and her adorable little gestures of love ♡ how could he possibly resist?

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OMFG OMFG

WHAT ABOUT –

GIVING THE MORIARTY BROTHERS THE HEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME!?!?!?!!?!?!

😵‍💫♥️

✦ GIVING HEAD 4 THE FIRST TIME

♥︎ — FT. albert, william, louis (HELL YEAH)

♥︎ — CW! oral sex (m!receiving), implications of exhibitionism w/ louis, william whimpers bc edging + a lil handjob (m!recieving again), slight overstimulation (??) with albert

LOUIS J. MORIARTY

— FROM THE SECOND LOUIS stirred awake to the end of the day—work, work, work. so much work. a plethora of duties. a list of things to be done; cleaning, cooking, washing, all sorts of chores around and inside the residence. he barely had a minute's rest.

so of course he should be rewarded for his deeds.

“(name)!” louis hisses, eyes widened. he slaps a hand to his mouth. he's hoping, praying his voice isn't heard. you lick your way up to the tip. swollen.

it's a vibrant pink, almost teetering on a dull red with little droplets of precum forming at the top, dripping it's way down to the base. clearly sexually frustrated.

you're behind the counter of the kitchen, your warm mouth wrapped around his cock. people are outside—both of you hear someone, perhaps moran, bickering and bantering with somebody else.

“what are you-” his cock throbs in your mouth. it's obvious that, embarrassing as it is, the danger of being seen is somehow turning him on. his fingers wrap around your hair tightly and you hum in response. you should have done this sooner.

you pepper kisses down his length, teasing the tip with your thumb, kiss back up and —

yeah. right there.

“hngh..” his upper body slumps forwards, one palm against the counter edge to stabilise himself feebly. your tongue swirls around his cock all while you're bobbing your head back and forth on his cock.

it's fucking addictive. too good for his sake or safety. louis swears to himself if this—if you were some type of narcotic, there wasn't a chance he would make it out alive. footsteps. click, clack. click, clack.

but it feels way too damn good to back up now. his hand fists into your hair and he thrusts his hips into your mouth. you're gagging - he's chasing his release.

“(name)(name)(name).” beads of sweat fall down his forehead. suddenly a flash of white hits him, all consuming and powerful and he's panting and huffing. “haa.. haa.. you cheeky little... —”

“louis..?” it's a familiar voice; deep and rich. albert.

“you're almost red. are you coming down with a fever?” the brown haired man's voice is concerned and louis finally realizes how he must seem right now; flushed from neck to toe, gasping and groaning.

“i'm..okay, brother.” he says, still without breath. “just tired.” he exhales hard. “i'll prepare dinner soon.”

louis is ever-grateful that the kitchen counter is tall.

tall enough to hide a person crouching behind.

WILLAM J. MORIARTY

“TELL ME WHERE IT FEELS GOOD.” you're looking up at him through your lashes. you lick a stripe of prefluid dripping down to the shaft, make your way up, reach the tip but barely touching it or giving it attention.

a mere second away from his orgasm — but you rip that right away from him. again. and again and again.

it's frustrating.

william's hips jolt and he throws his head back, groaning. “mmhh..” his head falls back against the chair of his study. you're on your knees between his spread apart legs, pressing kisses on the few moles that's spread across the length of his twitching cock.

if he knew this was how it was going to be, perhaps he should have tried to make more time for you; that way you wouldn't be here retaliating like this.

“(name)..” william peers down at you with ruby eyes glossy with tears and something else. “(name)..” he mumbles again, as if that would change something.

“hm? you want to cum?”

“please.”

“then tell me where you feel good.” your hot breath fans over his dick. “tell me you need me. tell me that i get all the blood in you rushing straight to your dick.”

“...” he huffs, expression pinched. it's not that he was embarrassed—well, perhaps he was. it's just that he feels good everywhere, right from the tip to the base. it's enough to make him emotional, it's that good.

the way he's feeling; it's vulgar. obscene. and william, even with his advanced vocabulary, has never once spoken vulgarly - it's not like him at all to do so. he has no way to describe it without sounding like a slut who was starved for sex. “god.” he gasps out when you bring your hand to this delirious, heated mix.

up and down. up and down. up and down.

he doesn't know because it's his first time. is this supposed to feel this good? he could almost cry.

“nngh..” he whimpers. your lips wrap around his cock, you suck in your cheeks. it's warmer & tighter inside of you now. “my god.” he rasps, fingers tightening around the the chair until his knuckles whiten.

william's eyes are pooled with unshed tears, he's panting hard; coloured in all warm tones of red, orange and vermilion. “(name), please. please, please. i cannot do this much longe— hnn..” he whines.

he's there—right there. it's like he's almost, almost tipping off the edge. except that there's a thread, measly and thin holding him back. and it's killing him.

“come on, pretty boy. tell me.” you tell him, a mischievous grin on your lips. “i'm waiting.”

“hnn..” william's chest is heaving up and down and he's sweating. strands of golden hair stick to his forehead. he looks down at his cock and it's almost drowning in precum. his eyes shut tight and he exhales hard. he has a decision to make.

after all, he can't leave his dick crying now, can he?

ALBERT J. MORIARTY

HE HAD REACHED ENLIGHTENMENT. or so albert says, watching as you try and fail to take all of his length into that poor, poor mouth of yours.

“ah, ah.” albert tuts playfully. “you can't just shove it in there, darling. easy.” he's grinning widely & happily.

“there we go, right—ah. there. you're getting the hang of it.” he tells you with the most smug face.

you glare up at him. 'getting the hang of it' he said. he should be the one getting the hang of it. why was he acting as if he wasn't having his soul sucked out of him? quite frankly, it hurt your ego. “hff.. ”

albert's fingers comb through your hair, caressing your scalp. his face is relaxed now, arms behind his head as he rests against the bed's headboard. “mm..” his eyes widen, he sits upright on the bed. “i don't think you're supposed to do tha—”

his body almost stutters away from you when you practically swallow all of his dick. and he moans out.

loud.

quite deserving of someone who was acting as if this wasn't his first time getting blown. but not without consequence, of course, since your gag reflex is triggered. in an instant, albert's girthy cock has hit the back of your throat and it constricts, tightens the already narrow passage of your mouth and—

“fuuuckk..” he groans, hips jerking forwards. sticky, hot strings of white sputters from his sensitive dick and inside of your mouth. but you don't stop, not when he's practically squirming around on the bed with consistent blabbers of your name and how good he feels. “hngh. (name), yeah— g-god damn it..”

“anh!” your head bobs up and down his entire length, tongue lapping and licking the cum-drenched veins that slightly protrude from his overwhelmed cock.

his fingers are twisting into the sheets, toes-curling and eyes seeing stars. it's a little hardcore for his first time getting a blowjob, that's for sure but it sure feels good.

although he should be a little humble next time; considering how you're ready to suck the life out of him just to teach him a lesson.

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in another life, i would have liked to make tea and breakfast with you in our cozy kitchen with the warmth of our laughter and love filling the air. the sun would shine warmly and brightly through the window above the sink and the birds would sing a song for us. in another life, i would have liked for us to be mundane, but in love all the same.

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Even Moriarty's are doing this trend

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[tulipsforvin]

hi um first off i love your fics sm <3 one of your reblogs for my post motivated me to keep on writing more for my fic UHHH I LOVE YOU (/p) AND PLEASE STAY HEALTHY <33

THANK YOU DARLING ANON ♡ i'm sure you're going to do more than just wonderful with your fic!! i wish you the very best and i hope you have a wonderful day or night ahead of you :) take careee