PAIRINGS: various!characters (MTP) x gn!reader. GENRE: fluff, slight crack.
PROMPT: ‘the floor is lava!’ WARNINGS: possible spoilers if you squint, headcanon format, unedited, lowercase intended.
#. SYNOPSIS: how would they react during a small game of ‘the floor is lava’?
even an illegal criminal organization that practically rules the underworld of london should be able to have fun every now and then, so it’s no wonder someone yells, “THE FLOOR IS LAVA!” any time they have the chance. each individuals reaction vary in many amusing ways — and your poor self ‘coincidentally’ gets dragged in every single time.
ever the slacker, MORAN is always the first to sprint to the nearest table or chair; depending on how hurried he is, he will either grab you and sling you over his shoulder, or pick you up bridal style, there’s no in between. nevertheless, 9/10 you end up in his arms as he tries to get off the floor, because there’s no way he’d leave his babe in lava. (it’s you, you’re the babe).
has an almost unfair advantage over most members due to his agility, FRED utterly dominates this game field — he has never lost the game and certainly doesn’t want you to either. so he grabs your hand and makes a run for it, if you can’t catch up, that’s fine because this guy has more strength in his body that he looks. he isn’t afraid to hoist you up and jump at the same time, of course he always places you on the furniture first, a real sweetheart.
though he doesn’t participate often, considering half the time he has a tea tray in one hand and a platter in the other, LOUIS let’s himself get clambered on as you search for refuge. he can and will balance the dishes whilst letting you jump on him, he refuses to have you stand in lava — this man is the standard, and an absolute gentleman.
another one that has you clinging on to him. WILLIAM is usually situated in his comfortable armchair, sipping on some warm tea when watching the amusing spectacle of the others scrambling across the room in search of furniture. he does not hesitate to let you clamber onto his lap, though his grip on your waist tightens so you don’t slip off.
being the dignified noble he his, ALBERT doesn’t join, instead, he spectates the chaotic scene like a play. but he wouldn’t deny you if you tugged on his arm, not giving him a chance to reply before pulling him on top a table, ‘saving him from the lava.’ he finds it mirthful, his arms will be loosely wrapped around your hips, holding you as you threw things at any remaining survivors.
his unpredictability is terrifying, especially if you’re his lover. unsurprisingly, he’s probably the one that called it out. you can never know whether JAMES will trip you up on his way to victory, or if he’ll pull you along with him. and if you do end up together, he keeps a hand on you, just in case you fall away, ‘a victory without you isn’t a win at all’ are his exact words. he invites you to hit people off their posts (moran), until he randomly shoves you off, as stated, he’s very unpredictable.
despite not having the ability of sight, he’s still very aware of his surroundings, and due to this, his other senses are enhanced. HERDER knows the entire room layout, he also has you to guide him, even though he doesn’t necessarily need it. sometimes, he pretends to be unable to navigate just so you hold his hand, a small smirk on his lips whilst you pull him close to you as you huddle together on one tiny stool. (you definitely notice it, he’s not as slick as he thinks).
MONEYPENNY is your free ticket from the lava, she’s not albert’s secretary for nothing, her position in MI6 is complimented by her physical prowess. as her partner, your safety is guaranteed, even though she herself doesn’t play much, she’ll definitely help you get to safety. although she stays composed, she’s mentally repeating to herself to help you out of the lava. the bae of baes.
THE DETECTIVES:
most of the cases he gets other than from the lord of crime bore him, so it’s no wonder SHERLOCK attempts to satiate his boredom by playing this game. of course he’s already lying on the couch, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as everyone’s yelling at him to move. the only person he’ll move for is you, he would watch you look around panicking then make a move, becoming you to him and pulls you against his chest.
she’s fiercely competitive in this game, the truth is, MISS HUDSON will help you from the lava as well. whilst waving her pan around, she easily climbs onto the table, taking you with her. she lets you throw the frying pan at sherlock, has a proud look on her face when you do.
this guy low key struggles because he’s too nice to shove someone off, but that’s alright because JOHN has you to do do it for him. with a small ‘sorry’ as you shove people into the lava, he’ll take part in sabotaging others if you ask him to though.
A/N: hey lovelies, it’s been a while, i kinda lost passion for writing, so i took a hiatus and this was originally just a side piece. probably still won’t be back on a daily basis, but i hope you enjoy this. have a good day/night. 🫶
-> various!ynm x reader prompts. (manga included) these are linked newest-oldest.
𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒;
- light my cigarette | fluff to angst. - why didn’t you tell me? | angst no comfort. - in my eyes, you’re an angel | comfort. - don’t mind me, just enjoying the view | NSFW.
𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒;
- N/A
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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘;
- i didn’t know you had a wife, professor | crack. - why didn’t you tell me? | angst no comfort. - in my eyes, you’re an angel | comfort. - don’t mind me, just enjoying the view | NSFW. - i said I’d take care of you, no? | fluff + NSFW. - i’ll hold you tight | comfort.
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘;
- don’t mind me, just enjoying the view | NSFW.
𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘;
- don’t mind me, just enjoying the view | NSFW.
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𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍;
- it’s three in the morning | fluff. - don’t mind me, just enjoying the view | NSFW.
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊;
- N/A.
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄;
- in my eyes, you’re an angel | comfort.
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘;
- N/A.
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𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄 & 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆;
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Hi dear! I saw that one of the annons requested Sebastian, Sherlock, William and Louis how would they react to seeing y/n in a lingerie. So, I wanted to request how would Albert react seeing y/n wearing a lingerie 👀
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Feats; Albert James Moriarty x f!reader (MTP). Genre; NSFW
Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut
Desc; IN WHICH Albert takes you out to spoil you with gifts, one of them being lingerie; what was once a harmless shopping spree will eventually turn into something more..heated.
A/N; Hi! I’m sorry this took ages to write up, I’ve been caught up in a lot of work and stuff recently, writing sexual themes isn’t my forte either (I actually struggle with it a lot) but I hope you enjoy! 💌
As we all know, Albert is 99.9% sugar daddy.
He will spoil the shii out of you if you’re someone he holds dear.
Luckily for you, you’re one of them, aside his brothers of course:
But you’re special, if you ask him to buy one outfit, he’ll buy the entire store - you liked that specific meal? He brought the restaurant. He’s just that rich and that dedicated to you.
He would do anything you asked of him.
You hypnotized him with your personality, your habits and gorgeous looks. Every sultry smirk, fluttering eyes and teasing touches gets him riled up real fast.
In addition to this, he also loves to dress you up.
Albert will take you to the best of tailors, he’d spend hours upon hours watching you twirl and pose in pretty outfits specifically made for his eyes and his eyes only.
Your skin on display, the clothing only a decoration, an accompaniment to the real beauty. You, your body. He’ll place you on a figurative pedestal once he catches a glimpse of you in lingerie.
God who? All Albert knows now is (y/n) (l/n).
It was actually originally his idea for you to wear it, he just wasn’t prepared enough to face your gorgeousness, is literally blown away.
You’re a goddess in his eyes, but watch out - he’s been eyeing you for a while now and I bet he’s ready to take a taste of you…
“Albert! Please don’t be so rude to the tailors, they’re the ones fitting our outfits, you know?” You lightly scolded your lover for shooing the tailor out after quote on quote ‘eyeing you for too long.’ In other words, he had threatened to fire the tailor whilst pulling your lingerie clad body close to his.
Your words seemed to go into one ear and pass out the other, he didn’t so much as blink. Emerald hues flickered up and down your figure, his mouth was parted slightly and his hands seemed to tighten on your hips. It took a while until you realised the exact position you were in, and how hungry Albert looked.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you swatted away his excuses, “No excuses mister-“
“(y/n).”
He spoke your name like you were a celestial being, honey slithered into his tone, successfully masking his silver tongue. “-Apologise this instance, the poor man looked petrified-“
“(y/n).”
Albert clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in amusement, you continued to disregard him, “-He probably has a family, if he loses his job, he won’t be able to-“ The brunette pursed his lips, softly yet firmly forced you to look him in the eye - using his thumb and index finger, hooking under your chin and raising it.
“(y/n).”
The rant weakened, eventually trailing off the longer you gazed into his vixen guise, “..Yes.?” And just like that, your five senses heightened painfully; you couldn’t see past Albert’s handsome features, you were so close to him you could smell a whiff of expensive cologne, his voice rang smoothly in your ears and you grew aware of his hands roaming your body.
As for taste, well you’d have hoped you would get a bite soon enough.
“You look…entrancing in that outfit.” True to his word, Albert was absolutely captivated.
You giggled at his faltering voice, lifting your head to press a slow kiss on his neck, “You’re not all that bad yourself, sir.” Albert quietly groaned upon hearing your suggestive tone, cornering you against the nearest wall of the changing room. He slid a knee just below your groin.
His mouth found yours, catching you in a heated make out session, the pads of his fingertips pressed on your waist-
“Uh-C-Count Moriarty..? Are you finished in there yet?”
The tailor called out the two of you, breaking you apart along with the sensual mood. Crouching under his arm and making your great escape, you began putting a more mature outfit on - Albert yelled back a frustrated confirmation.
You almost burst out laughing at his face, “Let’s finish this off at home, shall we?”
hiya I wanna request some william comfort fic bc I had a bad day today but where I can find your rules? I'm currently using tumblr app, so I cannot find it
Feat; William James Moriarty x gn!reader (MTP). Genre; fluff, comfort
Prompt; ❛❛I’ll hold you tight.❞ Warnings; bad days, ugly crying/lh
Desc; IN WHICH William is always the first to pick you up on your worst days, not only is he a great crime consultant - he’s also an excellent comforter.
A/N; heyy lovely! Sorry i’m a bit late with this request, but i do hope you’re feeling better now - the reason you couldn’t find my rules is bc I haven’t made them yet. Mostly bc I’m using mobile + this blog is quite new - but I’m working on it atm ❤️ thank you and enjoy!
We all have bad days.
And in all his genius, William certainly isn’t a stranger to them.
In fact, most of his days used to be plagued with storm clouds, with no sunshine or light until you stumbled into his life.
You were a gift, your very presence lifted him from the darkest depths, you were undeserved.
Back then, he had realised how angelic you were - Liam just knew that you were too good for him so he tried to scare you off by showing you his intentions, his thoughts, he trusted you with the worst of his plans.
Yet, you didn’t bat an eye. Only acknowledging each and every part of him, you saw him for who he was and began mending his heart because you love him.
It’s a WIP
William can still feel your warmth encasing him in a hug - that December night, the first time you ever saw him cry. You held him close, stroking his hair and kissed his head like a mother would. You filled that empty void in his chest.
That’s why he wants to do the same for you, Will believes he is forever in your debt.
And when you cry, are upset, have a bad day, he’ll hold you tight; just as you did him.
Also because you are literally the last person in the world that should go through any type of pain.
The corners of your lips downturned as you sat in the living room, cross legged with a cup of cold tea, your hands trembled, biting frost bite seeped into your bones and reached the depths of your soul. You felt heavy in sadness. No thoughts except crystal teardrops cascading down your frowning face.
There was no particular reason for the gloomy mood.
Today just so happened to be an off day, one where no matter what you did to escape it, you couldn’t. Your tea was near frozen over as cold, December nights bled into the estate. You were alone, shivering and crying with no one to confide in.
They’d all gone out to celebrate the closing in Christmas, maybe you should’ve joined them but it was far too late now.
What would they say if they saw you like this?
In your moment of pondering, you didn’t notice a familiar criminal mastermind standing behind you, his arms crossed and a thinking expression plastered on his face. William was confused as to why you hadn’t gone out with the rest of the organization. “(y/n)? I thought you were celebrating with the others.”
You froze in the spot, why was he here? In order to not reveal your distraught state to him, you stayed still without turning around to face him, “So did I.” Nonchalantly reaching for the cup of tea, you shivered upon the sudden coldness against your hand.
“I suppose we’re both in the same boat,” He smiled passively, realizing you were both alone together, “but I’d rather you tell me why you’re upset first.” Liam tapped two fingers on his other arm in anticipation.
A weak laugh echoed across the room, you being the source of it; even though he called your unsaid bluffs, you hadn’t flinched once, you didn’t take William an oblivious man, he was smart and easily figured you out, “I don’t know.”
After your empty chucking fit, you whispered a hoarse reply, nothing but honesty in your disappointed tone. He simply observed your manic attitude, not moving an inch, “I see.”
Staring down at your upturned hands, you felt dissatisfied, unhappy for showing yourself in this depressing light, the one part Will hadn’t seen yet. He was never supposed to see you like this, you were an utter mess today and what’s worse is that he saw it.
You felt the feeling before the sting of your hand as you slapped yourself lightly, “(y/n)-“ William jumped to action immediately, he rushed in front of you in case you dealt anymore harm to yourself. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I shouldn’t be crying over…something so simple.”
“Cry all you need to, although I despise seeing you distressed - it’s quite normal and let me tell you a secret-..” He lent to your face, cupping his hand near your ear to whisper something, “..-Sometimes, even I cry.” You giggled slightly at his jest, not noticing that this was his way of cheering you up.
William let a sly grin slide on his lips, “Now that’s the smile I love.” He linked your hands together, landing an intimate peck on your lips, his eyes softened at your delighted face; you were as beautiful as ever, especially when you were happy. He felt some sort of proudness at achieving this.
I'm not exactly sure if your request are open, so I'll just leave this here, and if they're closed, please ignore it. (Also your writing style is like, perfect?)
So, William takes fem!reader to a hotel for their first time, and reader is super nervous and shy, but William soothes her nervousness away and they have soft/intimate sex. Super fluffy please😌
Pairings; William James Moriarty (MTP) x fem!reader Genre; NSFW, fluff
Prompt; ❛❛I said I’d take care of you, no?❞ Warnings; panic attacks, implied separation anxiety, unedited
Desc; IN WHICH your first time away from the comfort of home goes awry, but William seems to know how to chase away your worries.
A/N; Hello, my lovely! I tried to do this the best I could, also dw, my requests are always open. Thank you sm for the compliments, I’m honestly not the greatest at writing smut - anyways, I hope you’re doing amazing - have a great day/night! 💌
“Are you feeling more comfortable now, darling?” Crimson, red irises studied down at your glazed expression, his eyes gradually softened upon every passing second. Time felt like it had frozen as he lent down, his lips hovered just above your own before capturing them delicately.
A swarm of butterflies fluttered overwhelmingly in your stomach - with warm cheeks and a pounding heart, you barely managed a subtle nod. William James Moriarty knew damn well what he was doing and you were going to let him.
Ba-dump!
Ba-dump!
Ba-dump!
How did you end up in this situation?
“-infiltration shall prove difficult since he lives so far out, but (y/n) should be able to take the documents then depose of him during the party..”
You stopped listening after that.
A steaming cup of earl gray glared up at you as you lowered your gaze, steam wafered around your facial features the closer you peered down. “(y/n)? You look quite pale, do you wish to rest?” Quickly snapping back from your dazed state, you shook your head.
“I’m fine, Louis.”
You weren’t.
How could you possibly be fine when you knew you would be leaving for such a long time period? An entire month, alone and living in some cheap hotel deep into the country side. The idea itself sent shivers down your spine, you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the estate; it had become a place you held dear to your heart.
More so, the people. There would be no more late night champagne problems with Albert, no more bars with Moran, no more cooking feats with Louis, no more gardening with Fred and no more William.
You clenched your silk clad hands tightly, breathing in sharply, you attempted but ultimately failed to suck it up. For the sake of Will’s plan, your worries meant nothing compared to his goals, you felt embarrassed.
William vaguely side eyed you, he frowned at your tense posture, your hands were balled up into a fist. He knew exactly what was wrong, he had learnt all of your cues and what they meant long ago, Will wasn’t too fond of this plan either, he didn’t like how far away you’d be from him.
Gently clasping his left hand around your right fist, he tenderly circled your knuckles with his thumb, “Are you sure? You can retire to our bed chambers, I’ll update you on the plan later.” William lead your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.
You smiled wearily, how charming.
The plush mattress felt like an abyss as you sunk further into it, rolling onto your side, you pulled the swaddle of blankets to your chin. Tears welled up in your tear ducts, dripping down your cheeks and staining the expensive sheets - they didn’t look to be stopping anytime soon.
An unpacked suitcase lay abandoned in the corner of the room, hyperventilating hiccups escaped your throat as you pressed your face to a pillow. Your heart felt heavy in your chest.
“(y/n), my dear, are you…crying?” William questioned by the doorframe; you closed your eyes in hope of calming your panic attack, his tone was laced with empathy and that was where you understood that-
He already knew.
How could he not? Although he couldn’t catch sight of your face, it was tinted red from the sobbing fit, your voice fell silent and would most likely wobble if you tried to speak, so you didn’t.
Will sighed at your empty reply, “You don’t need to utter a single word if you don’t want to, tell me when you’re ready.” His footsteps sounded muffled as he walked to the messy bed and your sprawled body, sitting down on the side of the bed, he watched you bury your face in the covers even more.
Reaching out a hand, he brushed stray locks of hair/(stray braids, locks etc..) from your neck, his soft touch lingered for a few seconds prior to finally pulling away, “What’s the point if you already know?” After finally mustering some courage to speak, it came out croaky.
He hummed, “I wanted to hear it from you.” William’s statement was so genuine you almost broke broke down into tears again, shifting your body as you were facing him, you leant into his caress.
“I’m reluctant to leave, I don’t want to, I can’t.” His thumb swiped the wetness underneath your sore eyes, “Well, I believe you’ll be happy to know that I’m coming with you. I managed to swap around some details.” It took great convincing for the others to agree to his decision, but it was all worth it for you.
He charismatically smiled at your expression of disbelief, you blinked blankly into space before playfully slapping his arm, “Wipe that stupid grin off of your face, you could’ve started with that!-“
“Now, where’s the fun in that?”
You unintentionally jumped towards your lover at the sound of your hotel room’s door slamming shut, William slightly raised an eyebrow referencing how paranoid and jumpy you had became the further away you travelled from the Moriarty Manor. Even so, he caught ahold of your upper arm as you backed against him, “It’s just the door, dear.”
“I know, I know, ‘m sorry, this is so different to our home.” (e/c) drew to the floor, downcast in embarrassment. This has been occurring since the two of you had left to a second ago. Will took one glimpse at your exhausted demeanor and the slurs in your sentence, “Don’t apologise, let’s rest for now, hm?”
Nodding hesitantly, you linked your hands with his and padded across the room towards the bed, “There’s only one bed.” William only smiled, continuing to sit you down on the neatly folded sheets whilst he knelt in front of your self. “That shouldn’t be an issue, unless..?”
His hands worked skillfully, pushing your skirts up before unlacing your intricately designed stockings, he rolled each of them smoothly down your legs, “No-no it isn’t, but I can undress myself, Liam!” He briefly paused to glance up at you. “Relax, my love - you’ve had a long day, let me spoil you this one time.”
Blush crawled up your face, resting on the apples of your cheeks, “Just this once.” An almost inaudible sigh tumbled from your tongue as he reached behind for the constricting corset fastened around your waist, he untied the strings, making quick work of them.
Subsequent to finally removing your clothing, he began preparing himself for sleep. You rubbed your eyes, vision becoming more blurry by the minute; tapping William’s hand, you gestured to the comfy bed, “Liam.”
He chuckled at your impatiently sleepy tone, he let himself get into bed, pulling you closer to his body, “Sleep well, darling.”
And for the first time in weeks, he found comfort in sleep as it consumed you both - but not for long.
Black.
Pitch black, everything was dark.
You woke up in a fright, eyes snapped open as you stared up at the blank ceiling, your breathing came and went as you frantically tried to steady its irregular pattern. Fear still coursed through your veins, tears built up on your waterline due to shock.
Patting the empty space around your shaking body, your heart skipped an entire beat upon realising that William was no longer holding you in his loving embrace. It was all a dream-a nightmare, so where was he?
“(y/n)? I went for a cup of tea.” You flinched at William’s call in the dark, he held a lot candle in one hand and a cuppa in the other. Soon enough, relief rushed over you and you relaxed your joints, “You and your tea, I swear, love; wake me up next time.” Half the meaning was said mockingly but the undertones held urgency and terror.
Will detected those hints of agitation, “I apologise for not being here.” He placed down the items in exchange for crawling back into bed next to you, his arms found their designated places around you.
Adjusting your eyes to the warm flickers of light, the flames licked the air and filled your room with heat, “..I don’t think I can sleep for another night after that.” He absentmindedly bundling your wrists with one hand, pushing them above your head in a sensual manner, “I can think of other things to do.” Flashing a quick smile and gently rolling you into your back.
An exclamation of surprise escaped you, “Will-!” You managed to release yourself from his light grip to entwine both of your hands with his, “Please just stay.” His familiar sinister pupils glinted lovingly at your request, pushing your hands against the mattress.
“Of course.”
“Are you feeling more comfortable now, darling?” Crimson, red irises studied down at your glazed expression, his eyes gradually softened upon every passing second. Time felt like it had frozen as he lent down, his lips hovered just above your own before capturing them delicately.
A swarm of butterflies fluttered overwhelmingly in your stomach - with warm cheeks and a pounding heart, you barely managed a subtle nod. One of his hands released yours to wander south, it pushed aside the soaked lace garments covering your cunt.
William looked at you for confirmation before easily sliding a single digit inside, a whimper clung in your mouth as he pushed two more inside, it was music to his ears - the lewd squelching of your pussy pulling him in and your pretty mouth moaning in ecstasy.
Almost like it was automatic, you spread your legs farther as he pulled away from finishing prepping you for his cock. A whine unconsciously sounded from you as you tearily peered up at him, “Wi’iam please-please, ‘m desperate.” Will cooed at you, you were certainly more sensitive this particular night, already falling apart from just his fingers, “Words, darling, words - can’t give you what you want unless you tell me.”
“Want you-please.” Your pleas fell on sharp ears, he pressed one last kiss on your forehead before undoing his nightwear and pulling his cock out, you almost moaned at the sight of him; his face was flushed red from your clashing body heat, precum was leaking from the tip of his cock from arousal.
William exhaled breathlessly upon catching sight of you lying bare underneath him, “Anything for you, (y/n)” he straddled your midsection, his gaze traveling to your twitching pussy smooshed against his cock. You followed his eyes in anticipation, “Liam..”
He held himself back from thrusting his entire length inside of you all together, instead pushing a few inches in before stopping completely, “You know the rules darling, what did I say? Words.” An impatient sob fell from your mouth as you threw your head back, “In! Put it in!”
With a tight grip on your entwined hands, Will hissed whilst he granted your wish. You were squeezing around his base so tightly he might’ve came there and then, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper into you. That familiar feeling lit a heat inside of you, tears threatened to spill with each mindless rock.
Stilling inside your pussy, William watched your expression fade into pure pleasure, “Can-can’t move, dear-loosen up.” His voice released some tension but your cunt fluttered around him even more, (e/c) eyes dilated and rolled back once he finally started moving.
Your hand shakily reached down to find your clit, he held your wrist before you could play at it, “Let me-“ His hand replaced yours to relieve pent up pleasure, with his index finger and thumb, he fondled it acutely. Your mouth dropped open as he unconsciously rolled his hips harshly on yours.
“That’s a good girl, haah-!” His sentence cut off with a groan upon pressing against that spongy spot, forcing a cry out of you, you jerked your hips upwards in an attempt to grind in time against his thrusts. Will continuously hit it without a stutter until you tightened once again, your puffy cunt spasmed.
Wet strings of squirt ran rings the tip to the base of his dick, his eyes widened at your trembling and mewling body. “Close Liam!-‘m close, s’ close!” Closing his eyes shut, he rubbed tighter circles to your bud whilst his balls sagged with hot cum, threatening to spill.
The dam had long broken now, tears were streaming down your face as you cried in pleasure. Sobs hitched your breathe as his thrusts kept pushing deeper and deeper against your G-spot, “So beautiful, you’re doing-ah! perfect, darling.” William urged your release, his mouth mingling with your chest, he suckled on a sensitive nipple like a baby.
You ran your fingers through his hair, tangling it slightly; back arching with high pitched gasps at hearing his praise, you felt your chest heave.
“William!”
White flashes filled your vision as you came in spurts, you squirted again - sticky strings spurted everywhere, on the sheets and soaking his balls. William didn’t stop thrusting inside your trembling form, trying to prolong your orgasm whilst chasing his own. But considering it was you, ejaculation came easily.
His cock twitched inside of you prior to emptying his hot cum deep inside.
The two of you stayed immobile for a while, breath irregular and chests heaving. You blinked blearily from the intense session, “I’ll clean this mess up.” William kissed the inside of your wrists gently, he slowly pulled out to collect some towels but you had different motives.
“No, can we stay like this? For what’s left of the night at least.” You pulled him back into you, he chuckled breathily at your harmless indignation; cockwarming with you for the rest of the night would be a challenge, but he’d manage.
Hi! Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I don't know if your requests are open. But if they are, can I request Sebastian, William, Sherlock and Louis seeing y/n in lingerie and how would they react? Thank you so much! Have a nice day and take care!!
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Feats; Sebastian, William, Sherlock, Louis (MTP). Genre; NSFW
Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut, painfully long, fem!reader/AFAB
Desc; IN WHICH you showcase some interesting outfits for your partner, if only you knew what you do to them. Don’t worry, they’ll let you know with some intimate explanations.
A/N; Of course, lovely! I enjoyed writing this but a few scenarios are rlly long, and I apologise if some characters are a bit ooc (sorry if it’s too/too less smutty), have a good day/night and enjoy! <3
SEBASTIAN;
This man is thirsty asf
What can he say? Force of habit.
What can he say? Force of habit.
If this is what he’s like on a normal basis, you can imagine what he’s like when things get hot, he cannot believe that you think you can wear an alluring lingerie without him at least touching you.
But he must say, black looks good on you.
So much that Sebastian pounces the moment he lays eyes on your figure, his hands hooked underneath your exposed thighs, lifting you against the nearest wall with a smirk etched upon his face as he presses surprisingly soft kisses against your neck.
You’ve dug a hole for yourself, you’re definitely not getting out of this one and the next few hours will be rough.
A muffled squeal fell from your captured lips, Moran’s hands travelled over your body, the fat of your thighs spilled from his tight grip that held you upright, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” His eyes hungrily scanned your expression.
“And all for me..” The skimpy fabric hugged your physique in a way that he didn’t dare look away, you looked down at him through lidded lashes, if you knew this was how he’d react, you would have worn lingerie earlier.
Sebastian lowered you onto the floor although his hands didn’t leave you once and continued his onslaught of hickeys to your bared neck. A heated blush crawled onto your cheeks at the sensation, “Not here-! Someone might see us.”
Your request was blatantly tossed aside as he only pressed on, hands trailing from your thighs to more sensitive parts, “Big talk for someone walking around in that.” He pulled away proudly to observe the darkening marks on your neck; ever shameless, Moran doesn’t give a damn whether anyone catches sight.
Not when you’re all dolled up just for him, in fact, he dares them to look at you.
WILLIAM;
How can he resist you?
Revealing, red silk cupped your features perfectly, it was clear as day that you had no idea what filthy thoughts were racing through William’s head at the moment.
Even though his face doesn’t break its charming facade, his heart beats a little faster than usual, and is that a tint of red on his ears?
Your little showcase was slowly yet effectively testing his patience.
Liam isn’t usually a sexually frustrated person, well that was until you dragged him into your shared bed chambers to rate a few rather seductive outfits.
His crimson irises rake up and down you, admiring how irresistible you appeared, every model pose sent his mind into a blurred frenzy - the feeling of your hands balancing on his shoulders as you leaned in to ask him for his thoughts.
Your body barely grazed his and if you lent in just a little further you’d be touching him, just a little closer and he would..-
The ornamented cup of tea clinked throughout the quiet room as Liam lifted it from its porcelain plate to his parted lips. But of course this all served as a minor distraction, the main focus was you, his gaze was half hazed as the straps slid over your bare body.
He wished to rip it off of you in the very moment.
After an anticipated pause, you shyly stepped forwards, hands cusped behind your back, “What about this one..? I like the coverage but it isn’t red..” Mindless mutters cut him off before he could reply.
“You look ravishing, either way.” You blinked at his double meaning compliment, a sweet smile formed on your lips in thanks. William on the other hand was undressing you imaginatively, you were so pure.
Turning away from him, you loosened the straps holding your outfit together, hues of blush heated your cheeks as you tried to undo the bra straps but ultimately failed, “Ah-Liam could you help me with..-“ Gesturing to your situation.
Liam’s beverage had long since gone cold, placing it onto the plate, he watched you nervously saunter towards him. Your hands clasped onto his shoulders for balance whilst he skillfully unclasped your bra straps, he had done this too many times to count. He swallowed audibly.
The lingerie was only just covering you, unconsciously, he held the small of your back and lightly urged you onto his lap; you gasped as he slid the clothing off of your shoulders, his eyes wandered to your exposed assets.
“May I kiss you, darling?” William’s tone was laced with lust as you steadied yourself.
What came after was certainly more than just a kiss.
SHERLOCK;
It was a stuffy night.
and It wasn’t exactly your intention to dress up for Sherlock, it was just so unbearably warm that you simply couldn’t wear anything else.
Unbeknownst to you, the minute he sees you in such revealing clothing, you’ll be even more hot and stuffed; except this time with his cock.
It was late into the night when Sherly received a bit of a gift as he finally retired to his room. You were a sight to behold say the least - all curled up in his bedroom, dark blue fabric danced hazardously across your body.
Unlike the others, Sherlock doesn’t immediately jump to sexual conclusions, no, he admired you. How lucky was he for catching a divine being like you?
He watched your sleeping figure for a few minutes, his eyes glinted with nothing short of admiration, you were absolutely heavenly, especially in that.
Admirations soon faded into lust.
A huff escaped Sherlock as he quickened his pace towards 221B, the sky was midnight blue and the finished cigarette in his hand didn’t ease any thoughts about you. His breathe hitched upon pacing inside the silent flat, everyone was asleep.
Wasting no more time idly standing around, Sherlock started his way to your shared room; the room air was humid, the largest window was far open and you were snoozing as peaceful as ever.
However, his eyes seemed to linger on your sleeping form, but it wasn’t a surprise - your body seemed almost nude if not for the lingerie, bed covers were strewn everywhere except you and the pale moonlight shon down onto your (s/c) skin.
You tossed in your sleep, sensing another person in the room. Sherly knelt by the bed before gently cupping your face, “Now what do we have here, (n/n)?” The familiar scent of cigars and faint cologne, accompanied with his cockney accent woke you from your slumber.
Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you blinked at Sherlock’s smirking face, “You’re back, Sherly.” He drew a figurative line with his index finger from your neck, between your breasts, “I’m back.”
“What are you wearing at this hour?” You averted your eyes at the query, “Not that I mind.” He lent in to press a kiss to your neck, despite his vague actions - it was quite obvious to you what would occur next.
“Please be gentle, Sherly, ‘m tired.”
LOUIS (SMUT WARNING);
Contrasting this man’s modest appearance, he’s probably the most sexually active excluding Moran.
Not on his own account but because he just can’t keep his hands off of you.
Have you seen yourself? He tries not to think about your body but it affirmatively fails every time you show him one of your revealing outfits.
It makes his mind go brrr, the way it cups your breasts, your thigh high socks don’t help your alibi either, by the time he’s finished with you - you’ll be a mewling mess, bite marks littering your inner thighs.
Yes he’s a biter.
But don’t worry, Louis is an absolute gentleman and awfully good at it, he’ll have you screaming in no time flat.
All that can be said is, good luck.
“I advise you to be quiet, my lady.”
A silent gasp escaped your plush lips as your head fell into the fluffy pillows, Louis’ hands pinned your legs in the air to ensure you didn’t move whilst he worked on your pretty cunt.
Lace, blue garments were pushed aside your left lip, he wanted to devour you in such an outfit that captured your complete charm. Mewls vibrated in your throat, his tongue flickered kitten laps against sensitive nerve bundles.
Despite the situation at hand, a polite smile eased his features once his teeth catch your little bud and you looked just about to pass out, all fucked out. Using one hand to spread your sopping pussy, he pressed two digits into your entrance and he almost came on the spot from how tight you were clenching.
Pushing them in a few more times, you cried out his name as your back near arches off of the bed, “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” Louis leaned in to taste more of your essence, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his lips suckle your swollen clit.
Your legs kick upwards the closer you came to the edge of release, and it wasn’t until then does he realise how hard you were cumming, “Looking so lovely…dressed up in such obscene attire..”
He pulls away breathlessly after you slowly came down from the mind blowing high, your eyes squeezed shut and body trembling. Louis gazed down at the art piece he dubbed you, lightly pecking your forehead, how sinfully gorgeous..
Hello ! It's me again ! How are you ? I hope you are well and have a good day !
Last post was awesome though it broke some fragments of my soul 💀💀💀
I've been thinking about this for a while now but could write HC about William , Sherlock, Bonde with a s/o who's insecure about their petite/small body ?
Prompt; ❛❛In my eyes, you’re an angel.❞ Warnings; body image, GN!reader, skin pinching/pulling
Desc; IN WHICH your closest ones notice the lack of appreciation you have for yourself and decide that enough is enough.
SHERLOCK;
Let’s get one thing in order, he’s absolutely head over heels for you, probably thinks you’re adorable.
Doesn’t note down what you look like, he’s more focused on the little things, such as your personality, actions, habits.
When Sherly finds out about your insecurities, be prepared for a world of appreciation, this man’s on the case!
He loves you so much, thinks you’re gorgeous in every way possible; is not afraid to tell you.
To him, your body is a blessing, Sherlock could list over a million reasons why.
The way you get on your tip toes to press small kisses on his face whilst complaining about his height, or maybe it’s the way your waist fits so delicately into his hands - either way, he’s gonna be all over you.
“Because I’m just not good looking, Sherly! I don’t have curves or figure, and i’m-“
Said detective narrowed his eyes with furrowed eyebrows at your small rant, he stepped forwards to pull you into his arms, ultimately cutting your speech off - good, Sherlock didn’t want to hear your self deprecating words, he loves you too much to know that this was what you thought of yourself.
Your breathing steadied slightly as silence embraced the two of you, his hands gently pressed your head near his collarbone, “You’re gorgeous, you know?” He broke the tranquility to compliment you.
“No, I don’t…I don’t think i am.” Your hands grasped at his blazer in an act of defiance, Sherlock continued to analyse you.
He fauxely hummed, “Well you are, you don’t have bad qualities, you make amazing pancakes and you fit perfectly in my arms, therefore you must be; after all, once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, must-“
You shook your head in amusement, “Must be the truth.”
WILLIAM;
You’re his favourite form of loving.
No matter what body shape you have, height or looks, you’re always loved to the best of his abilities.
Liam fell for you, every part of you, looks and all.
Treats you like porcelain, not because he doubts you but because he’s scared of losing you, you’re dear to him and a cherished part of the organization.
William absolutely despises your pesky insecurities, even more so your habit of taking it out on yourself.
The first time he found you murmuring self deprecating insults to yourself was terrifying, parts of your skin were painted bright red from self abuse, he wished he knew before all of this started.
Smartass uses all the things he loves about you to his advantage, that’s a lot of points he has, loves you to the moon and back.
Will is scared of seeing you in that state again, whenever you ‘jokingly’ speak down to yourself, he shuts it down pretty quickly.
Definitely holds you a little tighter at night.
William rubbed soothing circles onto your back, he frowned. From what he was seeing, this wasn’t the best you’d ever been, you were shaking like a leaf with transparent tear streaks marking your cheeks.
Even in this state, he couldn’t help but think about how..breathtaking you looked. An inaudible murmur slipped past your quivering lips, Will snapped out of thought, “Hm?”
You clenched your eyes shut, head limply falling against his shoulder; guilt was written all over you face as you mentally scolded yourself for thinking and saying something so absurd, of course Liam loves you.
But what if he doesn’t? What if you were so repulsing that-that he couldn’t?
“You could never repulse me.” It didn’t occur to you that you were speaking aloud, no hint of betrayal or disgust was evident on his face, William held you closer to him, careful not to aggravate your self inflicted bruises.
“Because I love you so much more than I should.”
BONDE;
Every day of your life will 100% be filled with praises, compliments and soft touches from him.
James is convinced that you have bewitched him because he’s literally enchanted by you.
He’s convinced you’re the one, you’re the moon to his sun, the light to his dark, the yin to his yang, the partner in his crime - you get the gist.
You bet that the moment he uncovers the truth, you’re in for the most chaotically, sweet scolding from your lover.
He won’t stop at it until he’s sure that he’s chased all your insecurities away, even then, James will keep a sharp eye on you.
Something about your petite height/shape makes him want to hug you tight.
All I have to say is that you are one lucky mf to have captured the heart of James Bonde.
James slowly lifted your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I love-“ his eyes met yours, he proceeded to cup the apples of your cheeks and caress the blush dusting them before planting random pecks across your face. “-you.”
Lifting your hands to shield yourself from the onslaught of affection, laughter sounded at his loving antics, “James-I-“
He simply hummed in response, cutting you off by catching your hands and lining kisses on the palms, all while maintaining playful eye contact. Did you always sound so angelic?
“I love the rest of you as well.”
You were at loss of words and utterly speechless, James’ tone of voice transitioned to one of more softness, you shakily reached up to cup his face like he had done moments before.
His words felt unreal, “Love yourself too, please.”
You had never felt more loved than with him.
thank you sm!! I’m sorry this took a bit longer + it’s kinda short, I’ve just had a lot of work to do and stuff but I’m glad that you enjoy my writing<33 Have a good day/night
Hello ! I've recently finished watching yuumori and was really hoping to see HC about several of the characters. I really love Liam btw ... That man has me wrapped in his fingers I swear 😳! Could I please request (if you have time ^^) Sherlock and Liam ( add anyone else you want too , ) with a s/o who has terminal illness and hasn't told them because they don't want to worry them but they catch them while taking them at some point ?
Feat; Sherlock, William (MTP). Genre; angst no comfort
Prompt; ❛❛Why didn’t you tell me?!❞ Warnings; fainting, GN!reader, bleeding
Desc; IN WHICH your illness begins to take a toll on you more and more, until one day your little secret gets uncovered by the one you didn’t want to find out.
SHERLOCK;
Good luck slipping past this man and his range of medical knowledge, you saw how he examined that corpse on ‘The Noahtic.’
But say you did manage to hide your illness from him.
He may have suspected something was going on with the consistent doctor appointments or maybe the ‘cold medicine’ you always kept from his reach might have gotten him thinking as well.
Despite him questioning all these things, he didn’t overthink it.
Until you suddenly collapsed in the middle of a case.
You were brought along like usual to investigate a scene but it turns out the criminal snuck back into the scene to get rid of evidence, a stupid move, really. Because now you, John and Sherlock were sprinting on their heels.
Long distance running and straining your body in general had its consequences, it seems like you had forgotten until it was too late.
The moment your body began falling, Sherlock froze in his tracks to catch you. He’d probably examine your state but it was no use with how shaky his hands were.
Is absolutely terrified for your well-being, luckily John is a seasoned medic fresh from war - like he did when he first met Sherlock, he’d check your pulse then examine your physical state.
You hadn’t sustained any injuries and nothing was wrong with your respiratory system, one thing irked him though; why was your heart racing so fast?
They’d ask you about it later, it’s probably nothing.
“(y/n)…What a joke!” Sherlock grinned, throwing back his head in an amused manner. There was absolutely no way you were truly ill, right? if you wanted to trick him, you’d have to try a lot harder than that.
You swallowed thickly, “Sherly it’s not-it’s not a joke.” The words rolled off of your tongue in such a way that he paused.
He felt his lips part slightly, Sherlock was never good with relationships and he found himself calling you a blessing for staying by his side, you had grown on him and the idea of you no longer being with him terrified him to no ends.
But now possibilities have become reality.
“How much longer do you have?” “Eight months.”
Reaching out to comfort you or Sherlock, you didn’t know - you just wanted him except he..stepped back from your outstretched hand, “Please don’t go, i just didn’t want to be a burden to you.“
His eyes burned with something you couldn’t recognise.
“If you didn’t want to be a burden, you should’ve told me before!”
WILLIAM;
Like Sherly, he’d have his suspicions, only instead of brushing it off he’d try to test his theories out.
Since Louis was sick when he was younger, Will would notice the smallest things you do that his brother had done.
From the random attacks to the constant coughing, it scared him a lot more than most would think it would. To go through the pain of not knowing if someone you love was going to make it through the night.
You often deny his subtle observations when questioned.
One night when William was out later than usual, you gave up trying to hide everything, coughing up blood into a handkerchief became a nightly routine for you when no one was around.
Cringing at the sight of blood, your hands folded it and threw it in the bin.
Well, it was a bit of a surprise when Louis fished out a bright red stained handkerchief from the trash, he’d asked William about it and his first thought went to his subordinates that were most likely using it to dress their wounds.
Your lover waved it off, but when he observed it more closely, a sudden thought flashed red flags - isn’t that the handkerchief that (y/n) always tucked into their coat?
Don’t be surprised when you find it laying on your desk along with William leaning casually against your doorframe.
“A lovely handkerchief, shame there’s blood on it, I wonder how that happened.” William flashed you an almost unnoticeable look, you could’ve sworn his eyes glinted for a second.
Your fingernails dug into your palms.
William uncrossed his arms and gently grabbed your hands, wiping the blood spilling from your skin with his own hands, “You’re hurting yourself, dear…however, I must say, your blood looks awfully similar to that on the handkerchief.”
Your pupils dilated a large extent, his red eyes flickered to your horror filled face. “You knew.”
Once you stated those words it was all over for you, “Knew what? That you’re sick? That you lied to me?” Something in his expression was unusual, it was unfamiliar, it was not a face William would make.
The two of you stood in silence as he looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry.” God knows that neither of you would forget this moment until the day you died.
Which came far sooner than anticipated.
i’m sorry that this came out way more angsty/vague that expected, but I didn’t really know how to write it, enjoy anyways! - I hope you have a good day/night though <3
❛❛ HAD I SEEN SUCH BEAUTY BEFORE, THE MOMENT THAT I SAW HER.
Pairings; Sebastian Moran (MTP) x fem!reader Genre; fluff
Prompt; ❛❛It’s three in the morning.❞ Warnings; none.
Desc; IN WHICH you and Moran receive a long awaited telegram from your favourite crime consultant, although you had one complaint, why did he have to send it so early in the morning?
Knock! “Excuse me, a telegram.”
You blinked blearily at the sound of heavy knocking on your door, fighting back the urge to crawl further into the blankets, you rub some sleep from your eyes and tried to get out of bed.
This failed miserably.
Mostly because a certain gunner you knew was set on clinging against your body, you attempted to slide out of his grasp without waking him but that quickly flew out of the window since he didn’t budge an inch and simply held you even tighter.
Your hands feverishly pushed his shoulders, only resulting in Moran tucking his head into the crook of your neck, the second you felt the vibration of a soft groan on your collarbone - your breath caught in your throat.
So much for not alerting him.
Slowly and steadily, you waited for a few seconds before removing his arms. Once, you could properly move your body - you sighed in relief and started to make your way to the door.
A small slip had been pushed underneath the door way, you furrowed your eyes brows in confusion as to who you knew had the riches to afford to send a telegram. Everything clicked into place when you turned the paper over and a familiar crest captioned with, ‘Je crois en moi’ stared up at you.
“You better have a good excuse for getting out of bed at this hour.” Moran’s gruff voice called out for you, his footsteps echoing throughout the hall, upon reaching you, he planted a kiss against your bare shoulder while wrapping his arms around your midsection.
You subconsciously lent into his touch, a smirk creeping up his lips as he read over your shoulder.
“Looks like we’re back in business, doll.”
Just ignore how short this is or how (y/n) literally says nothing :V
Pairings; William James Moriarty (MTP) x fem!reader Genre; fluff/crackfic
Prompt; ❛❛I didn’t know you had a wife, Professor.❞ Warnings; none
Desc; IN WHICH William’s students start to get curious of the woman that dropped by to give him lunch everyday, little did they know, you were his wife.
“..Five minutes.”
William carefully checked his pocket watch before examining his students that were frantically trying to finish their test papers.
His gaze drifted to the few boys that were slipping notes to each other in the far back left row, he tapped his foot and purposely made eye contact with them. Despite him only warning that specific group, those around them felt his sharp glares, and were internally squirming.
This went on until,
“I brought you lunch, Louis said-”
As soon as your voice became audible, all the students visibly relaxed and it was almost as if there was no tension to begin with. You placed a makeshift paper bag on his desk, smiling brightly at him; slowly, you noticed the circumstances and your words trailed off into a hushed murmur.
In any pupil’s perspective, the two of you were contrasting forces; their professor, who was utterly terrifying when he wanted to be and you, ‘the pretty lady that always dropped by to give him lunch,’
They gaped at the immediate mood change, it was similar to as if a switch went off. William acknowledged your efforts by flashing you one of his rare, genuine smiles while thanking you. You reciprocated with a hasty kiss, so fast that some could barely register what had happened.
Those that did, grinned mischievously.
You cheekily winked at him for effect before gracefully ambling out, his eyes trailing after your figure.
The domestic feeling dropped completely when William turned back to face his class, “Your time is up, place your papers on my desk, class is dismissed.”
As of majority of the students were glad mathematics was over a certain group was faintly whispered to each other as they took their departures, sometimes peering ‘discreetly’ back at their professor.
William lent against his desk once they all disappeared to their respective periods, “That was quite the risky move you chose, my dear.” Stillness echoed back at him for a few seconds until you decided to make your appearance.
“Well, you left before I could greet you, call it..a morning gift. However, it looked to me as if you were relatively enjoying it.” You held your hands behind your back with a beaming appearance.
William smirked, “Quite.”
He reached for the bag you had recently given him, William was certainly graced to have a partner like you in his life. One that would make him lunch, one that would love him unconditionally, and one that would sneak bullets into school premises for him.
You fumbled around with your clothing, quickly looking around to make sure that no one was nearby - you swiftly pulled out a gun that was stuffed down your cleavage.
“You’ve yet to fail to impress me.” Liam smoothly caught the weapon that you briskly tossed to him.
“Did you see that?” Three boys were crouched down behind the door of their math professor’s classroom. They were hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman that came into their class and find out what exactly her relations were with their teacher.
The shortest one’s breathe hitched as he ducked down from the door’s window, his voice becoming meek by the second when realising he almost caught eyes with you, “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, Charlie..”
Said boy nudged him playfully, “Don’t be a wuss, Earl, if you really feel uncomfortable: you can go back to lessons.”
“She gave him something, but I can’t see from this angle.” The third hissed to his brothers and waved a hand for them to check as well, they traded suggestive looks after seeing you sit next to him on the desk.
Your dress was pulled up to your calf’s and you were supposedly leaning against the Professor with a close eyed smile. They swear that even the most noblest of ladies couldn’t match your sophisticated stance.
The three of them were quickly snapped back to reality once hearing you question Professor Moriarty ‘if he had heard anything’. Thomas paled slightly; “Maybe we should head back now, did you see how Professor looked at us during the test?” He shivered at the thought of experiencing it again.
“Who knows what will happen if he catches us skipping.”
Behind the door, you held in your giggles, “You really scare them, how harshly do you lecture them?”
William frowned, “I don’t know whatever you mean, just wait until we get home.”
It was now your turn to sulk.
At home;
Your laughter was muffled by William lightly brushing his lips against yours, no words were exchanged as you pulled him in for more of his cool embrace. His eyes stared down at you lovingly, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands and-
Chuu.
“I win!”
He rolled onto his back next to you with nothing short of pure affection as you proudly relished in your achievement, “How many times is that now? Five-six, do tell me, darling.”
You turned to face him while your exhilaration slowly dissipated, “I believe it to be six.”
Earl felt his ears gradually change into a dark blush when looking up at the woman he just bumped into, he cursed out his brother’s under his breathe for turning him into the plan’s guinea pig.
“I-I’m sorry, Lady-uh.” His voice cracked from embarrassment.
You covered your mouth with one hand to conceal your fond smile, “I’m Lady Moriarty, but please call me (Y/n).” If he thought he couldn’t get anymore redder, he was wrong. You didn’t reply since your sight had drifted to the bush behind him.
Ah, his brothers were hiding in a bush.
Earl followed your eyes and froze in realisation as he registered what you were distracted by, Charlie and Thomas weren’t making the situation any easier with their harsh whispering, “Abort mission, a-b-o-r-t!”
He took a few steps back and contemplated his best course of actions, “I’ll be going now! Good day to you-miss (y/n), uh-yeah.” Awkwardly, he paced back still eyeing you before breaking out into a run and leaping head first into the bush.
“Nailed it.” “Yeah, definitely.”
You chuckled and shook your head, you played out how William would react when you tell him what had went down.
“Am I interfering? I brought you a snack.” You peeked into the classroom from behind the door, with as light stepping as you could to not interrupt anymore than you already had, you placed a familiar bag onto William’s desk.
Instead of his usual response, another voice called out for him before he could get a single word in; Charlie cupped his hands around his mouth and belted out a sentence that would have the entire mathematics department gossiping for a good week or so.
“Not at all Missus Moriarty! In fact, you came just in time, Profess’ was just about to lecture us.”
Thomas smirked and gave him a high-five whilst Earl sunk deeper into his seat, you almost felt sorry for them - they were definitely going to get William’s cold shoulder for the rest of the year. An experience you were sure that they would not forget.
A pregnant pause sounded through the room, seconds began feeling like hours until someone muttered something along the lines of, ‘he’s married?’ Soon enough, most of the class were murmuring about it to each other.
Liam raised an eyebrow at you, “You just had to tell them, hm?” Your eyes averted to the flooring, a sheepish smile stretched across your face, “Go easy on them.”
As soon as your knowing statement was heard, all the colour started to drain from Charlie’s face as the consequences of his actions dawned upon him, it was almost synchronized with his brothers but each of their expressions held one of horror.
“I can’t promise I will, my dear.”
this was kinda rushed considering it’s like 1am and my brain is somewhere else but I hope you enjoy anyway! :7. Pls ignore that random smooch scene.
Pairings; Sherlock Holmes (MTP) x fem!reader Genre; fluff to angst
Prompt; ❛❛Light my cigarette?❞ Warnings; suicide, arson
Desc; IN WHICH Sherlock finds a new mystery to solve, you, or in other words - the woman that offered him matches. Soon he would realise the meaning behind your actions.
Click.
Clack.
Sherlock paid no mind to whoever was standing next to him, he hadn’t a care for anyone in that moment. The only thing he decided he needed was a smoke and a solution to who ‘the lord of crime’ was. Alas, the latter wasn’t available, and with the way he was patting down his blazer for a box of matches - it seemed like he couldn’t even have that.
He let out a huff of anger at his luck, this piqued your attention and you looked at the man next to you with confusion, you were quick to realise the situation when you noticed the unlit cigarette between his fingers. A small smile crept onto your lips, “Excuse me for intruding but, it looks to me that you need to light that.”
Sherlock was quick to side-eye you at the observation, “Obviously.”
You hummed and took a drag of your own cig, you watched as smoke blew into the cold air. It twisted and turned like a map of some sorts, reminding you of the complicated plans your older brothers had dedicated their time to. “Luckily for you, I still have-
With one swift movement, you pulled out your trusty, old matchbox. “-this!”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow in amusement, it wasn’t often he found women smoking and one with strange humor like your’s. He unconsciously observed your posture and outfit, “Thanks, but i’m wondering why a noble lady such as yourself are smoking.”
You paused for a second and blinked at his statement before answering, “You could tell? Well, you must have the occupation of a detective then.” Your eyes expertly scanned over him like he had just done, and for a second, Sherlock could’ve sworn he had done this all before.
It reminded him of a certain maths professor.
“Say, have you ever heard of William James Moriarty?” The question made you ponder on how much he really knew, you gently ran your fingers over your family’s crest that was delicately patched onto your gloves. “Heard of him? Liam’s my brother.”
A spark seemingly lit up in his eyes and you could’ve sworn he flashed a boyish grin at you, “Back to my question, do you also happen to dabble in violin?” Sherlock was excited to say the least, to test the idea of someone other than William rivaling his skills.
And the rest was history.
“They’ll love you! Not as much as me but, still, stop worrying about it” Sherlock lent against the wall of an alley way near 221b with crossed arms, he didn’t understand why you were so flustered about finally meeting his housemate and landlady.
After your first meeting by the bridge, you both started to frequently visit the spot, hoping to catch a glimpse of each other and that you did. It wasn’t very surprising for others when you started subtly eyeing each other, holding hands, sharing kisses and mysteries.
However, it was the most unbelievable thing for Sherlock to have fallen for your stupidly irresistible charm, to have let his walls down for ‘some’ woman. And you for his, but you would never tell each other that.
“I’m not worrying!-Let’s just go.” You were 100% worrying and you were very much sure you were going to mess up in front of his friends, or embarrass yourself, and-
The detective sighed at your stubbornness, he cupped your face with his hands, “You are, you’re doing that thing where you start fidgeting with your gloves.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and lead you out of the alley.
“Alright..I’ll try.” “That’s my girl.”
Well, what else could you say? Sherlock was right, they absolutely adored you.
You clasped your hands tightly against each other as you watched your elder siblings and the others discuss the upcoming series of events.
“The final act will be arriving soon.” William slyly smiled at each and everyone of his subordinates, finally, his piercing gaze landed onto you and it felt like you were staring into a live mirror; it didn’t reach his eyes. The room fell silent at the mention of the last stage, knowing exactly what William was going to perform.
An unspoken agreement passed through when you exchanged looks with the people you had learnt to call family, once a time ago, everyone in the room had sold their lives to William, they were able to atone for their sinful actions.
And yet, he was still willing to carry the burden himself.
You wanted to desperately protest against his choice, but you knew that look in his eyes, no matter how much you would have wanted to beg - no amount could stop him. William was set on this and so you stayed silent; silently watching behind the scenes, silently watching your subordinates file out, silently watching-
After all, you were the overseer.
“A penny for your thoughts?” William curiously asked you, successfully snapping you out of your mind. “Will’ this..isn’t fair!”
The words spilt from your mouth before you could stop them, his lips pulled up and his expression was soft. How could he? The lord of crime, whom had committed so many murders not be able to tell his own kin a few words.
“Maybe so, but it has to be done - the blood on my hands have stained me red and the guilt of my actions have long caught up to me, (y/n), I want to die.”
That was not the answer you wanted to hear, his words struck a cord inside you and it snapped, “You-stupid, you’re worse than Sherlock, you don’t have to die! Don’t you understand? I can take your place, i’m nothing, my role isn’t important-“
William narrowed his eyes and cut you off, his face not changing, “But you have importance to me, for all of us, live - (n/n).”
And with that, the discussion was over.
But he must’ve been a fool to believe you wouldn’t back down without a fight.
The city was going up in flames.
Bright embers reached for the sky, people’s screams of fear and terror tore through the air. The ledge you curtly sat on was the one that William would..perform atop, as the overseer; your job was to see to that everything went to plan, a job you didn’t want to betray but here you were.
A bittersweet look graced your face when you saw the dancing fire’s show come to an end, people of all sorts were at last working together. A pleasing outcome after all the planning.
You chuckled dryly when you spotted William’s figure beneath the tower, even more when you saw how determined your lover was to catch up to him and save him from his doom.
Shakily standing up and stretching your muscles, you curtsied without a single wobble. People were beginning to gather.
Now, now the real show had started.
“Hey! There’s someone up there!” “Isn’t that, Lady Moriarty?”
The crowd gasped and gossiped at you, and for once in your entire life, you were glad you took ballet lessons. Your steps slowed down once you got nearer to the edge, a small part of you wished that someone would stop you.
“They’ve seen me now, the overseer.” You whispered to yourself. It was now or never.
“(y/n) James Moriarty, you get down from there right now!” A shout carried through the wind and for a second, time itself stopped. You didn’t need to look to identify the two people that were both scrambling to get to you.
Your dress flew around your ankles, giving the people of London an impression of an angel. But the truth was, you were far from it, “And for my next act-“
In one sweep of the wind you fell off backwards.
“I’m gonna kill myself.”
Sherlock had one chance, one chance to save the woman he loved.
He reached out and your fingers grazed his.
All that was found of you was a single matchbox floating upon the water.
