Warnings: swearing, threats, mentions of blood, high tensions and emotions
Summary: You return to Moriarty, desperate to be out of his clutches though he always manages to need your hitman services time after time, bringing you back to his web. You tire of his games with Sherlock, but he isn’t finished toying with your heart.
Word Count: 620
A/N: Just note that reader is a hitman & I sort of constructed this exchange/event to happen around sometime between the end of the Hound of the Baskervilles and during The Reichenbach Fall. Sherlock is briefly mentioned & you can decide what you will the nature of the reader’s relationship with Jim. Also, thanks for sticking around! I know I haven’t been writing much but I appreciate you guys so much for supporting me and my work! There’s a prompt included in this work I got from @givethispromptatry and it’s bolded and italicized. I rearranged it to fit my story. Happy reading and thank you once again!
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“Well well, the prodigal returns.”
His voice sent tremors down your spine, body turning cold as his fingertips touched your skin, icy and cold; deadly as his heart.
You resisted the urge to reach around his neck and savor the remaining pulses of his heart.
“I don’t want any part in this anymore Jim, I told you last time. I’m done.”
“And yet, you haven’t moved towards the door. Need me to sing you a lullaby, huh? Just like the good old times.”
Jim circled you, a boyish grin creeping up onto a face you once loved, making you release a sigh.
He always got what he wanted. No matter how many women threw themselves at his feet, he always searched the room for you, his mass-murdering psychotic hitman.
You hardly ever left his side, making you the envy of most.
Alas, times had changed.
“Seriously. I’m through thinking about you, let alone what the hell you need me for.”
This time hung in the air as an afterthought, but he was smart enough to understand your frustration.
“Ah she does wonder about me,” he chuckled, bringing his hands to the small of your back, lips a breath away. You willed your painted lips in a smile.
“Yeah, you sound so shocked. You invade my nightmares and I’m done being your ploy to get to Sherlock.”
“Admit it. You love it and it’s so much fun. Don’t you think so? The look on his face would be priceless.”
“After all you did to me? Do you think I want to destroy him and his reputation over and over again? I’m nothing like you, nor will I ever be. I’m tired of my heart burning when I wish for what could have been.”
You took a breath, meeting his stony gaze which bore into you deeper than the pits of hell. His grip tightened, eyes flickering to your lips once more.
“It’s just-”
“It’s always been about both of you and your stupid games,” you hissed, cutting him off and reveling as his eyes flickered with pent up fury.
“It’s always the game. I’m through being a pawn, Jim. I don’t care if it’s your business on the line. I don’t. Have fun with Parliament or whatever rudimentary way you choose to pass your time. Maybe you should look for a better class of detectives to piss off. You’ll never lay another finger on Sherlock Holmes. I guarantee it.”
“My my how you’ve fallen. What on earth would the angels think of you now, love? You always had a soft heart,” an easy smile fell over his face, doing little to mask the violence and malevolence residing within him. “Please, take care of it. Wouldn’t want it falling into the wrong hands.”
“Jim, if you’re implying in any way that I...”
“Oh, love you’ve already told me what I need to know. Tread carefully, soft hearts are so easily crushed.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I already have.”
His pursed lips, strides carefree as he turned and walked away from you telling you all you needed.
All the breath left your lungs as you struggled to gasp for air, heart-wrenching in your chest as you took a few steps, slouching against the wall. You would not crumble, not while he was vacating the premises.
You couldn’t bear to walk back to your flat, to see the bloodstains that you knew were inevitable, littering the concrete.
He was long gone.
All the words you wanted to say, all of it mattered for not. Jim had ripped out the coils of your heart a thousand times over, spilling their vials on the concrete mingling with your perished detective who you’d never set eyes on again.
Jim Moriarty had been visiting Eurus Holmes in absolute secret by the request of her elder brother, Mycroft Holmes. The two of them had been scheming and planning a final problem for almost three months now during unsupervised conversations. The two masterminds had wrapped up their thirteenth chat, Moriarty left Eurus’ quarters when he noticed a corridor to the left he’d never paid attention too before, unable to ignore the curiosity bubbling up inside him, he skipped merrily down the mysterious corridor to a pair of large black steal doors with large writing across the centre reading; “Extremely dangerous, armed escort required” James tight lips turned to a smirk as curiosity turned to excitement, ignoring the words of warning, he flashed the ID badge given to him, an alarm bleeped as a blue light flashed before the metal doors opened and there you were. ———— Your cell was large, the front wall made of glass giving everyone a look in. Despite it being large, the cell was bare, a single bed was tucked away in the corner, a makeshift bathroom in the opposite back corner with a large bookshelf stacked with old and new books thrown across the floor and stacked unsteadily on the wooden shelf. Moriarty looked at the scene for a moment, unable to find the prisoner trapped inside. He looked for several minutes before a small voice echoed through the room. “What do we have here? A visitor for me?” Your voice was like velvet, soft and attracting. You watched carefully as the black haired man looked carefully for you but was unsuccessful. Signing heavily, you drop down from your hiding space, everyone had always told you that you reminded them of a cat, the way you climbed, perched and moved silently. “Well aren’t you a little kitty cat,” the man spoke, his Irish accent wrapped round you unexpectedly. “What are you doing locked up in here?” “They say I’m dangerous,” you reply softly. The man raised his eyebrow, “Are you?” With a smirk, you just say, “To certain people.” “You mean to everyone, Y/N.” the man said, the sound of your name took you back, no one knew your name, no one ever got to you. “How know my name?” You ask bluntly, all softness from your voice had disappeared. The Irish man smirked dangerously, his piercing green eyes stared holes in your head as he studied every inch of your face and body. “I know so much more than that; I know you’re a master assassin, a gun for hire and a hacker extraordinaire.” He smiled, “I’m Jim Moriarty, consulting criminal.” You had heard of Moriarty, learnt to kill with his right hand man Sebastian. Your head tilted as his copied you with a smirk. “What do you want?” You ask. “I think you’re wasted in here,” he whispered getting closer and closer to the glass to the point where his breath was visible on the glass, you move closer, playing his game of cat and mouse. Licking you’re lips and maintaining eye contact, he smiled seductively and adjusted his tie. “Want to get out of here?” He asked, you squint at his, unsure of what his game is but you were already tapped in his game and he knew your answer well before you could even answer. “Hang tight, Kitty,” Moriarty purred, “I’ll be back for you.” ———— Want a part two? Let me know! I know it’s short and I’m sorry!
Summary: Just some cute fluffy stuff after an evening of stealing something.
Warnings: Nothing, just fluffiness
Word Count: 607
A/N: I’m horrible at summaries in case you can’t tell... (GIF not mine.)
"Help!" I screamed. I could feel James Moriarty's gun digging into my side. "He's over he-" Moriarty clapped his other hand over my mouth as two security guards ran into the art gallery of the museum. They stopped when they realized that Moriarty had me at gunpoint.
He spoke up. "Don't try to stop me, or I'll shoot the girl. I don't like getting my hands dirty. But I will if it's necessary."
I whimpered. "Please... Please listen to him. I don't w-want to d-die. I-I was just making sure e-everything was in order before I left w-work!" Tears dripped down my face.
The guards froze.
"Now... Slowly put your guns on the floor and get on your knees, hands behind your heads," Moriarty said from behind me. The two hesitated. "Now!" They jumped at his sudden loudness. "Or else you'll never see the girl again."
They both got down on the marble floor.
"Shove your guns away."
They did what he asked.
Moriarty started moving backwards, pulling me with him. He pushed the exit door open, shoved me into the backseat of a waiting car and climbed in behind me. We sped off.
I looked at Moriarty with a raised eyebrow as I dried my tears. "You really don't have to jab me that hard with the gun, genius. It kinda hurts."
He smiled. "Well... It does have to look convincing."
I rolled my eyes.
Thirty minutes later we pulled up in front of the estate Moriarty was renting. He handed me the tube holding the stolen painting for his client, and I slung it over my shoulder as the driver opened my door.
We walked up to the front entrance of the huge place. The door opened and I walked to the safe room and locked the painting up.
When I came back into the foyer, Moriarty was standing there, waiting. I took off my fake glasses and smirked. "I guess my newly dyed hair and glasses tricked people again. It's funny how focused security guards and police are on you and not the person you're threatening. Tomorrow I'll show up somewhere, pretending that I remember nothing, and we'll move on to Berlin."
He chuckled. "What are we getting there again?"
"A ruby. Privately owned by a Herr Austein."
"Right." Moriarty took my hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow. "I have a surprise for you."
I raised my eyebrows and smiled. "Oh, really?" I shut my eyes. "Lead the way."
I let him guide me, hoping he wouldn't allow me to trip. I heard a door open, and felt a light breeze. We were going outside. Suddenly he picked me, and I almost opened my eyes out of surprise. "Whoa! What are you doing?"
He laughed quietly. "There were steps." He put me back on my feet and whispered in my ear. "You can look now."
I opened my eyes and gasped slightly.
We were standing in an area of the huge backyard that was tiled in the shape of a flaming sun. A table with two chairs, a white tablecloth, a candle... The whole shebang sat at the center. Hanging above the table were criss-crossing strings of lights. The blooming garden around it just added to the beauty.
Moriarty pulled out my chair, and I smiled as I sat down. "Who knew a psychopath could be so gentlemanly?"
He looked down at me. "Do you still hate me for jabbing you too hard with the gun, y/n?"
I laughed. "I might find some forgiveness in my heart." He gave me a gentle kiss and sat down across from me.
A/N: The beach sucks btw, I wrote this before I remembered how much I hate the beach.
Summary: Beach sex with James
Word count: 3061
Warnings: Smut, nsfw, stuff like that. You have been warned.
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The fresh air filled your lungs as you took deep breaths. It had been too long since you had breathed in air so clean. Your feet started to sink down further into the ground with every step you took, the sand moulding around your feet and leaving a hole from every step you took. Wind made the light blue dress you wearing flap about which copied your hair which was also flying. The roar of the ocean came out to meet you but soon sizzled out so that the small foam at the end only meet you up to your ankles. Your heels were in one and as you walked along the beach; the beach its self was almost completely empty apart from the of person jogging by with their dog. However, this didn’t surprise you as it was starting to get late. You had decided that you needed a break from the stress of everyday life at the end of the day. You handed really known that you were going to end up at this beach but your subconscious had taken you there. The place was so peaceful and free of city life that you had grown so accustomed to. It was perfect. Almost perfect. The only thing what would have are it perfect is if James was there with you.
James. Shit. You totally forgot to tell him that you would be late home. It wasn’t like you weren’t allowed to go out or anything it was more that he worried more than a mother watching their child climb a tree. There was no doubt that he would worry. Attacks were something that you were familiar from enemies of James. You dug into the pocket in you dress and pulled out your phone intending to call him when you suddenly stepped in a small hole. You didn’t fall over but your phone did slip from your fingers and fall into the resting sand. You let out a sigh of relief as you saw it wasn’t cracked but then the ocean came and swept its fingers over It and then faded away as fast as it came, leaving you in shock from what just happened. “Well shit.” You mumbled to yourself as you picked up the soaking piece of metal.
You frowned as you started to turn away from the sea, you were disappointed that you had to leave but you didn’t want James to worry besides he probably had already issued a search for you. You knew how he was when he was worried, or in Jack’s words ‘a real pain’. This time you watch where u were walking as you headed towards your car. The sand slowly turned back into grass the further you got away from the sea. The setting sun cast shadows upon the sand dunes and its colour was reflected on the calm water as wind was completely calm. You looked over to your car to see a shadowy figure leaning against it. Your breath hitched as your hand flew to the small pistol which you kept on your thigh. You could never be too careful. As you got closer you could feel their gaze on you; it didn’t feel harsh but it did feel familiar. “If you told me you were going to the beach I would have bought something to wear.” they spoke, James spoke. You let out a sigh of relief as he stopped leaning on the car and took a step closer to you who had stopped moving.
“I was worried that something had happened to you.” He quietly spoke as your eyes met his. “You always worry, I was going to call you but um, I sort of dropped it in the ocean.” You sheepishly told him as you rubbed the back of your neck. A small laugh escaped from his lips as he rolled his eyes. “Of course you did. You didn’t plan on leaving so soon now I got here did you?” He asked. You hadn’t actually thought about that. “I was only going back because I knew that you would worry.” You admitted and a grin crept its way up not James’s face. “Well in that case how about we have some fun?” He grinned at you. You watched as he slipped out of his shoes and rolled up his pants before taking off his blazer and gently putting the blazer, shoes and socks in the back of your car. He then took you heels and your wet phone out of your hands hand placed them in there as well.
He then grabbed one of your hands and started to pull back towards the sea. You let out a small giggle as the pair of you ran like children. The pair of stumbled down the dunes before eventually ending up sliding down them. When you got the bottom he helped you off the sand which was what the pair of you were now covered in. You gave James a quick kiss before skipping off towards the water. You smiled as your feet were once again welcomed by the foam which washed over them. You suddenly let out a loud squeal as James wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. You let out a burst of giggles as he went further towards the water; the water was now up to his knees and you knew that if he went further your dress would get soaked if he let you go. You giggled as you squirmed to get out of his arms. He chuckled before leaning closer, “you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.” He whispered in your ear, it sent a shiver down your body; that always happened whenever he did that.
You grabbed onto your dress before making one last turn and breaking away from his grip. You held your dress up as you slowly ran though the water. You giggled as you turned back to see James chasing after you. However, as you watching him you didn’t see the hole in the ground. For the second time that day you stepped it in. But this time you did fall. You heard James laughter from behind you as you groaned, you were now half soaked on your back. You sighed as you lay there, the water claiming you. James you in front of you and he hooded his arms. “Shut up.” You mumbled before he could say anything. He raised an eyebrow and spoke, “I didn’t open my mouth.” He pointed out. “You were going to.” You mumbled out. He offered his hand, a thought popped into your head and you flashed him a wicked smile before you latched onto his hand and pulled him down on top of you. You rolled your body so that he was now in the water and you were straddling him.
He let out a small gasp as he was drenched in water, a smile formed on your face as you giggled. You thought he would complain but he simply let out a loud laugh. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. He pressed his lips against your and you could feel him smile into it. His lips were soft and familiar, they moved against your own gently. He slowly parted from you and gave you a small wink before he placed his other hand on your neck, supporting it as he rolled you onto your back. But you kept the momentum going as you forced the two of you to keep going. Eventually the pair of you were soaked in the water as I slashed upon you. As you were rolled onto your back again James suddenly let go of you and pinned you down. He stared down at you. The sun had completely and only the full moon illuminated the pair of you. James’s shirt clung to his shirt and you could see his skin through the thin white material. Your white dress match his shirt, clinging to your figure, revealing the cotton bra you were wearing.
You slowly lifted your hand and brushed his wet dark hair away from his face but you didn’t take your hand away, instead it found its home on his check, you slowly moved it down his face until they gently brushed against his lips. You paused your movements and then carried on down until it rested on his chest. “I want you so much right now.” James breathed down at you. “I understand the feeling.” You tried to make it in a joking tone however you only ended up whispering it out. “Well then in that case why don’t we act upon those feelings hmmm?” He smiled wickedly down at you, his right hand moved down under your dress which was swirling in the water and firmly felt up you thigh. “Jim, we are in the middle of the beach. What if someone see us?” You told him as he hooked his thumb around the side of your panties. “Darling, no one except you have been here for hours.” He winked at you and his left hand mirrors his right hands actions however as it landed on your gun he unhooked the holster and dropped it into the water with a 'plop’.
“Jim.” You whispered out when he lowered his body on top of yours and grind down upon your body. His left hand travelled lower on your body, feeling its way down then under your panties before it rested on your clit. He made eye contact with you as he pressed two fingers against it and slowly started to move them in a circular motion. “Yes?” He hummed.
“I need you James. Please, I want you.” You let out with a shaky breath.
“Anything.” He mumbled. His right thumb which was hooked around your panties bought them down with a quick tug. He then placed that has on the back of your ass as he felt it, he then started grounding down upon you as his lips latched onto your neck, sucking, kissing and making small bites on it. You let out small gasps and moans as he continued to pleasure you. When he drew away from you so that he was straddling you, you let out a long whine from the loss of contact. Your own tiger found its way to your clit and replicated the moment that James had been making. “Fuck that so beautiful.” He swore, watching you as he undid his pants and pulling down his boxers so that his dripping erection sprung free. He grunted out as he started to pump himself, watching you as he did so.
One of his hands kept pumping himself while the other dipped down and he entered one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a small gasp. He slowly started pumping it before adding another finger inside of you, setting small little sparks inside of your body. His pace pumping you matched your rubbing at your clit. You could feel your legs let out more twitches as you but down on your lip, your breathing became heavy as your muscles tightened. You swore loudly as the tightness broke free and pleasure electrified your body. “Jim.” You moaned out with your eyes tightly shut.
As you as came down for your high you open your eyes, starting up at James. You couldn’t see his features very well in the moonlight however you could see that his jaw was locked up and he was slowly but harshly buckling his hips into his hand; this sent ripples in the water which caused some of it to wash harshly over you. The fingers which he had inside of you exited from you, causing you to let out a same whine in protest. He ignored it and used that hand to push your thighs apart, the then lay his warm body on top of your body, his warm lips found its way onto your neck; they roughly kissed it and you moaned out his name at the sensation. You buried your hand in his hair and tugged his head up so that your lips met his. Your lips started to battle against his however you soon lost as you felt his tip brush against you before he slowly pressed inside of you. You let out a loud gasp which turned into a moan at he took that opportunity to slither this tongue inside of your mouth; exploring it at his own will.
His left hand gripped for dear life on your thigh which you wrapped around him as he slowly pushed himself into you, stretching your insides as he did so. His right hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place as he exited you almost completely before slamming back into you. You ripped you mouth away from his at the action and tilted your head back letting out a loud curse. His warm body was the antidote to the cooling water around you. He buried his face in your neck and then slowly started slam in and out of you. He slowly moved his mouth up to your ear as he continued to send ripples of pleasure through your body.
“You like that don’t you? Me fucking your tight pussy with my cock?” He whispered in your ear before slamming back into you. “Your so fucking beautiful here underneath me.” His voice wasn’t his normal high pitched voice but it was deeper, full of lust. In response you only let out a small moan and tugged on his hair. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He growled and then but down on your earlobe. You could barely concentrate with all of your senses spiking however you knew that you had to trump his power play. With all your strength you managed to roll him off you and straddle him. Your hands came and rested on his chest as you slowly started to bounce on him. Your hands slowly undid his soaked transparent shirt and pulled it apart so that water finally had access to his chest. You ran your fingers along it, feeling him as you did so.
He soon grabbed your risks and placed them around his neck. He soon leaned forward so that he was sitting and wrapped his arms around you. The pair of you both moaned from the new angle. His hands groped your body before slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your white dress. He pulled your dress down in rough tugs, the cool air hitting your body. James undid your bra and then his hands brushed alone your body until they reached the front of your body and ripped away your bra and dumped it in the water. Both of James hands latched onto your free breasts and started to massage them before pulling on your sensitive, hard nipples.
Jim started to thrust up into you as your bounces started to lose their rhythm. You could feel yourself start to tighten around him. Your breathing was irregular and you tugged on his hair. He moved his angle slightly and started to hit all the right spot. “Oh yes, right there James.” You moaned out as your face started to scrunch up. A string of curses and moans of his names was released for your mouth as the tightened force inside of you finally let go, your body was electrified from your core and James continued to pound up into you making your orgasm to last as long as possible.
“I’ve got you.” He grunted in your ear as he slowed down, allowing you some room to recover. However, that didn’t last long as he was back at it again, this time his left hand left your breast and drifted down to your core where he started to pleasure your clit with three fingers. You clung onto his neck as you knew that you were somehow already close one again. You could feel him start to throb inside of you which matched your own racing heartbeat which was pounding in your ear. “That’s it darling.” He whispered in your ear. He then moved his head and bit down on your shoulder. You loudly gasped from the spike of plain which sent you into overdrive. You could feel yourself coming around his and you gripped onto him tightly causing James to let out a small hiss as he made two more slammed into and then his warm seed filled you. He cursed out your name as he did so, small aftershocks were still spiking in your body as the pair of you just sat there. The only sound was the light roar of the ways and your own pants which mixed in with James’s.
“Whenever you’re at this beach I want you to remember this, me, us.” He whispered in your ear. “And I want you to remember that I love you. More that I can comprehend.” He added before lightly kissing your jaw. “I don’t think that will be too difficult. Also as you remember the same.” You breathed out. He picked up your floating panties, your gun and your bra and places them in your fingers. He picked you and their pair of you moved out of the ocean. “I’ll call Sebastian for some clothes.” He spoke and went to his pocket and brought out his now ruined phone. “Oops.” He mumbled which caused you to laugh out. “Oh well.” He mumbled as he put it back in his pants and pressed his lips against yours. “At least we have each other.” You smiled at him once he pulled away. “Yeah we do.” He smiled.
The small sting of the wind flying sand at you hit your bare arms which your blue dress didn’t cover. You had stopped walking as were staring at the ocean, a couple of tears rolled down your face as you recalled that night. The way that you felt so alive and in love was a thing you hadn’t felt in a long time, not since, not since James died. “Not anymore. If you love me, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself killed.” You chocked out quietly to yourself. You knew that you would only ever have 'almost perfect’. Because James would never be there with you again.
This is the first thing I’ve written in months, so please go easy on me.
It was a quiet moment. The first in what seemed like forever. The past three months had been a harried time for Y/N. She was anxious to get this over with, yet she wanted to live it over and over again. She sighed, shifted in place and looked in the mirror once more. She'd never felt this beautiful. The crown was a bit much, but Jim had insisted on it. His queen, he called her. Queen Y'N.
She smoothed out the silk and lace covering her body, the white veil pulling at her hair. Y'N never thought she'd be a bride. She'd always been so put off by the people she'd dated. Now, standing here, after all the planning, after the stress of a short-notice wedding, she was ready. She pulled the thin lace over her smile, turning as there was a knock on the door. It was her Maid of Honor, "Come on, Y/N. It's time." The nerves were finally hitting her. Was she sure about marrying him? Of course, I am, she berated herself. She shook her head and followed her best friend out the door to the front of the venue doors.
She took her father's arm and smiled at him. She was glad he could make it. Holding his arm calmed her a bit, and she relaxed. The music started, she could hear it. This is it, she thought to herself. The doors opened and her father led her through the aisles. There he was. Her future husband. Soon she'd be Mrs. James Moriarty. She became a bit giddy thinking about it and smiled. Before she knew what had happened, she was being handed over to him. Her father smiled at the couple and took his place.
She turned and looked up at the beautiful man she was marrying. He was smiling. Y/N loved it when he smiled. His corners crinkled up and his face brightened. She hummed quietly in happiness. The vows went by faster than she thought they would. Time was flying today and she was both excited to be his wife and sad that she couldn't bask in the moment longer. She was staring into his gorgeous brown eyes when she heard, "You may kiss the bride."
Jim lifted her veil and leaned into her. "My Queen. Stunning." And with that, he kissed her, both parties smiling into the kiss. She heard clapping in the background, but she couldn't care less. She'd gotten what she wanted. He was her everything, and she was his. She couldn't have been happier in that moment.
