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peasysqueezy

#I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack

bluezest

To Andrew Scott, a delicious man and even more exquisite Villain as #Moriarty in Sherlock

About 5 hours of digital work

#wow!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty Characters: Sebastian Moran, Jim Moriarty Additional Tags: Russian Roulette, Casual Murder, submissive sebastian, Power Bottom Moriarty, BDSM, ish Summary:

"He drew me closer to his side, I sought his will to know, And in that will I now abide, Wherever he leads I'll go."

Jim finds a drunk Sebastian stumbling out of club in the rain and takes him home to train him in the fine art of submission.

#mormor #sebastian moran #jim moriarty #james moriarty #moriarty #mormor fanfic #mormor fic #mywriting #sorry i struggle with writing pure porn #forgive me fanfiction gods

mormoratorium

a preview

Sebastian couldn’t breathe, his brain was taking him back to number four, then to number three, number two, all the way back to smashing Mr. Pugs’s skull into his brain. He could never breathe while taking his first breaths of hell. It was paradoxical like that. Moriarty’s grip around his neck, stopping the blood from flowing to his head, stopping the air from reaching his lungs, all from this man half his size and with no rifle. Moriarty got closer, and it was only when the Irishman’s thigh pressed against his crotch that Sebastian realized he was getting hard. Moriarty smirked and pushed Sebastian backward.

“I’ll take that as being clear. Now. Kill her.”

Sebastian did.

coming soonish to ao3

summary: jim finds a drunk sebastian stumbling out of club in the rain and takes him home to train him in the fine art of submission

mormoratorium

Now available!

wipe it all away

#mormor #sebastian moran #jim moriarty #moriarty #james moriarty #i wish this had turned out better but you know #i've been restless to create

attaagirl

I want to break free from your lies You’re so self satisfied I don’t need you ..

a preview

Sebastian couldn’t breathe, his brain was taking him back to number four, then to number three, number two, all the way back to smashing Mr. Pugs’s skull into his brain. He could never breathe while taking his first breaths of hell. It was paradoxical like that. Moriarty’s grip around his neck, stopping the blood from flowing to his head, stopping the air from reaching his lungs, all from this man half his size and with no rifle. Moriarty got closer, and it was only when the Irishman’s thigh pressed against his crotch that Sebastian realized he was getting hard. Moriarty smirked and pushed Sebastian backward.

“I’ll take that as being clear. Now. Kill her.”

Sebastian did.

coming soonish to ao3

summary: jim finds a drunk sebastian stumbling out of club in the rain and takes him home to train him in the fine art of submission

#mormor #james moriarty #jim moriarty #sebastian moran #mywriting

I have finally seen the light

#moriarty #james moriarty #jim moriarty #mormor #sheriarty #i have literally never used that tag before #myedit

#mormor #james moriarty #jim moriarty #sebastian moran #sherlock #myedit

oh-lovely-depressionn

#q

mormoratorium

And now it looks like innocence is gone I know right and I know what’s wrong

What was Sebastian supposed to do, after the rooftop? He couldn’t let Jim go. Couldn’t forget him. So he created him again. In his head. And from then on it was just Sebastian Moran and his private, pretend Jim, giving him orders and whispering to him everything he needs to hear.