Summary: Blaming Moriarty for your brother's imprisonment, you seek to infiltrate the prison with a bit of help of his loathing friend. Attractions of push and pull, you can't deny the hold he has over you. Moriarty asking if you would prove your loyalty to him. 🔞Minors do not interact. Smut included (first time being this explicit with smut writing 🙈)
I'll always be there for you, boy I have no shame.
The clocktower bells chimed. An ominous preeminent as you watched the scene unfold before you. Police officers storming over. Clasping their hands around your brother's arms. Pushing his arms to the back, tightly locked for no escape.
Professor Hodge's face stern and still. A mighty gesture to your brother. Sherlock fought back. Swaying his shoulders in protest. The grip on his arms only grew tighter. Baffled, he blinked when his face shoved down on the table. Bend over for the restraints to come.
Your breath shocked, eyes thick with tears. Mind trying to process what was occurring into these fleeting seconds. Your name hoarse on your brother's lips. Slowly they pulled him up, hands cuffed to his back. Your brother's name lingering in your throat. Moving forwards, trying to reach a hand out to him. Gasping loud when a force of hand pulled you right back. Tight around your arm, another arm clasping over your waist.
Deafeningly you called it out in protest. 'No, no, no!' Body leaning forwards onto his grip. The warmth of his body against your back. The other arm joined around your waist. Keeping you in place. "Not here..." James's voice huffed out by your ear. Muscles tensing into your body, withholding you back. Police officer's booths clicked on the marble floor. Carrying your brother out. Framed for murder.
You let out a loud grasp for air after their departure. Trying to collect yourself together. James's grip on you faltering. Only needing a simple push from you, to have him off. Turning on you heel, to the man partly responsible. "This is your fault!" You called out, hand raised. Striking it down.
James huffed loud, hand trembling when it clasped around your wrist. Inches away from his cheek. "I didn't frame him, sweetheart." His brows going upwards in delight. "You might as well have!" You answered, pulling your wrist back to have it as yours once more. His grip tightened, not ready to release your wrist. "Trouble follows you like a shadow." Gaze hardened at him.
James tugged at your wrist, forcing you to stumble over your feet. Bumping against his chest. "I'm not asking for it!" Tone in his voice harsh. "But you don't oppose to it." You answered with a scoff. Ripping your hand free from his. Turning, you walked off. "Where are you going?" James called out, throwing his hands up.
"To get my brother!" You shouted over your shoulder. James's eyes widened, hastening after you. "Prison isn't a walk in the park." Tugging you to a stop by your arm. Teasingly, you perked your eyebrow up. "Or fitted for your charachter." His gaze up and downing you.
A hint of a smirk lurking at the corner of his lips. Getting on the tips of your toes, you neared his face. Lips inches away from his, whispering. "You know nothing of me." Your hot breath invading his. Planting your heels back down.
James's swallowed thickly, taking in a deep breath. Almost like wanting to bottle your air in his lungs. "Are you willing to tamper with your innocence?" He questioned, a silly smile appearing. Tilting his head slightly, rubbing his thumb non-chalantly to his lips. "Why don't you find out." Rewarding him with a sarcastic smile.
Patting your hand tauntingly against his cheek. James found himself smiling at your back. Conscious off it, he settled it down. Scoffing loud at himself. Nibbling at his lip, gaze torn away before exhaling deep. Hurrying after you. Before you knew it, you were keeping a look-out while James bent his morals. Keeping a low profile near the police carriages.
Sneaking up from behind, taking a good interest in them. He stopped near a carriage, glancing over to the front. Spotting two police officers chatting by the horses. James bird-called you over. With one last glance, you left your post. Quietly and swift, joining his side. "Get in!" James forced out in a low voice. Holding the lid open to a wooden crate. Exhaling deep, you grabbed his hand for help. Pushing yourself off, stepping into the crate. Laying yourself down. Eyes widening when
James came to join. Forcing you to scoot over, back pressed against the wood. With his hand he lowered the lid above him, leaving you in complete darkness. Nothing but your breaths to fill the silence. You gasped silently when his knee forced a way between your legs. In the folds of your skirt, pushing deeper.
Blindly his hands brushed over your waist, up your spine. "Move your limbs." He ordered firmly. Numbly nodding, you moved your clutched hands by your chest to his neck. Draping them over his shoulders in an embrace. James scooted closer up to you. Hot breaths lingering on your lips.
His hand scooped your knee up to his hip. Your heart pounding loudly in your chest, you just knew he could sense it. There was no preventing yourself from staring. Eyes briefly widening when his gaze locked with yours. Slowly adjusting to the darkness, revealing his features. Taking up good use for the limited space.
The carriage wobbled, forcing James to press his hand to the wood behind you. Husky pants at your mouth to maintain a distance. As possibly as he could. The thumping of your heart only increased, you thought for sure it was loud enough for him to hear. Nervously you looked away, trying to tense your muscles to tone the bouncing down.
Tearing your gaze away from him. It was only when you heard a deep chuckle from him that your gaze locked on him once more. He gently pushed at your back, bringing you closer to his chest. Gasping breathlessly when your lips almost touched. Nose to nose.
"Your foot is pressed against mine." You let out slightly annoyed. "That should be the least of your concern." He responded, scooping your knee higher up to his hip for he had felt it slip. "There aren't many places now that I haven't touched." Perking his eyebrow up with a teasing smirk. Tensing your jaw, you wanted to shove him off. Only you couldn't, forced to be embracing him.
The more you tried to squirm, the tighter he held onto you. Your eyes widened still, when his face neared. Cheek brushing over cheek. A breathy grasp near your ear. "Ease up." Whispering. His hand pressed against the side of your body. You hated how effective his voice and touch was to your nature.
You shouldn't be enjoying yourself this much. Your muscles eased around him. The sudden stop from the carriage, forced your noses to boop against each other. Looking away in embarrassment. James brought a finger to his lips, hearing the muffled voices of policemen.
Carriage came back in motion, the shrieking of doors closing right behind them. "No going back now, sweetheart." James spoke, curling up a smile. You waited till the voices had died out. James pushed the lid up by his hand. Popping his head out to see if the coast was clear. Waving his hand blindly before your face, he pushed himself further up. Muscles tense when crawling out.
You followed right behind him, taking his hand as he assisted you out. Fingers entangled with his, he guided you away from the carriage. Remaining low and out of sight. Nearing the back-area's of the prison. Moving between lines of laundry. James snatched clothing from a basket, rolling them around his arm. Pulling you to a secluded area. "Strip!" He ordered. You raised your eyebrow up to him. Taking the clothing from him. Ignoring his comment, you put the clothing over yours.
Glancing over your shoulder to James dressed the same. Snorting loud at the skirt dangling by his legs. James scoffed loud, grabbing you firmly by the elbow. Dragging you away through the backrooms. Keeping your heads down, you maneuvered through the laundry ladies. Moving with a quick pace. Chuckling a few times when James struggled with the extra fabric between his legs. Caught in his walk, restraining him. The sounds of steam puffing up caused a warmth beyond pleasurable.
You were about to round a corner when James had abruptly stopped. Pushing you up against the wall. Covering your body up with his. His face nearing yours. "How much are you willing to do to save your brother?" He questioned. "Anything." You answered. A sly smile hiding on his lips. "How much are you willing to do for me?" Averting his question to him.
His gaze lingering on yours. "For you..." Getting on the tips of your toes, moving your head closer to him by an arm over his shoulder. "Nothing." Whispering by his ear. James's jaw tensed, hands clenched in a firm grip. Pulling yourself back with a teasing smile. James brushed his thumb down your lips, parting them slightly. "For now..." He responded. Shoving himself off you, he rounded the corner.
Breathlessly you followed. Shaking his words out of your head. There would be no way you would kneel for this man. James grabbed a laundry pusher with ease, rolling it forwards to follow the others. You kept a distance, keeping a close eye on your surroundings. James kept his face down.
Handing out fresh prison clothing to them. Curling up a smile at Sherlock's approach. "Here you go, lad." Manipulating his voice to an old cranky one. Slightly lifting his head up with a wink. Sherlock suppressed a smile, heading on. Moving to the side, quickly changing into the hidden clothing James had provided.
With a pull at his elbow, he met with James. You came running over, pushing a laundry cart forwards. "Get in!" Ordering your brother. Sherlock's eyes widened in shock, shifting them to James. "You brought my sister to a prison?" Grabbing him roughly by the dress he was still wearing.
James tore his hands off. "Get in!" You repeated, cutting through before a hassle would erupt between them. James grabbed you by your back, tossing you over the edge. With a squeal, you landed between the laundry.
Emerging with a scowl. James shushed you, pushing your head back down. Disappearing between the laundry. The cart rolled, forcing you to maintain balance by the use of your hands. Huffing loud that James had handled you like that. The cart stopped, hearing sudden voices.
Holding your breath, you hoped you wouldn't be discovered. Even though it was foolish of James to shove you inside the cart, since you were not a fugitive. Their voices dimmed, causing you to breathe once more. Cart nudging against your elbows with each rough movement they enforced on you.
Then the cart came to a stop. Laundry dug aside to reveal you. Both James and your brother leaning down. Grabbing each an arm, pulling you out. Sounds of whistles, caused all three of you to gasp. Sherlock pushed you to the back at the policemen running over. Holding his fists up. “Y/n run!” He let out. The first policeman went for Sherlock. Throwing a fist at him.
Sherlock clumsily stumbled back. Swaying his fists mindlessly around. Receiving with ease a right hook from the police officer. Rolling your eyes, you rushed up to your brother. Pulling him back by his shoulder. Punching the police officer right in the nose. The other one had run up to James. Wrestling with him. You threw another punch when the police officer neared once more. James caught off guard by a moment. Stumbling back when receiving a punch. Nose bleeding.
Recollecting himself once more, he jumped at the police. Wrestling him to the ground. Lifting the hem of your skirt a bit up, you picked up a laundry whacker. Whacking the policeman in the back of his head with it. He tumbled to the ground as James let go of him. Gawking in shock to you. “If you ladies are done.” You called out.
Sherlock and James shared a brief glance, hurrying after you. “Your sister even throws better punches than you.” James pitched in. You crawled up a carriage. James hastening himself to your side. Sherlock jumped in the back the moment you ordered the horses. Hoofs high, thumping back on the ground. Riding off, breaking through their defenses just before the doors would close.
Taking refuge in an old theater. Sherlock pinched his nose shut. Head back, laying down over an armchair, groaning lowly in pain. “You really can’t throw a punch.” James mocked from his seat. Sherlock groaned more in response, not in the mood for it. You approached with a bowl and a cloth. James glancing over to your brother, keeping a keen eye on him.
Needingly, he grabbed for your waist, pulling you to him. “Will you cure my wounds Y/n?” Saying dramatically, hand clutched at your thigh. The fabric of your skirt crumbled under his palm. Annoyed, you set the bowl down. Wringing the cloth. Glancing too, over your shoulder to your brother. An arm draped over his eyes. Groaning silently in pain.
Quietly you brought the wet cloth to his nose. Dapping the blood away. Lowering the cloth to his lips. Brushing it gently over them. James’s hands firm on your thighs. “Tell me again what you would do for me?” He whispered, brushing his thumb up your cheek. The sensation leaving you flustered.
You bend down to his height, draping an arm over his shoulder. “Nothing…” You whispered in response. James’s eyes rolling back in pleasure. He forcefully grabbed you by the neck. “Are you so sure about that?” Quirking an eyebrow up.
Tilting his head slightly to the side. Taking you in observation. You hated how compelling he was. Wickedly charming that it shook you to your core. Sherlock’s groans made you pull apart with a clearance of your throat. Tearing yourself away from James. Catching his yearning gaze, tearing you apart. Joining your clueless brother’s side.
The theatre was a brief hide-out. With no attachment anymore, the world was an open board. Roaming from place to place, trying to solve the puzzle. The puzzle of Shu An and the murders she committed. Trying to connect the pieces together.
Outstanding three, joining forces. Finding yourself at some point back in Constantinople. James a force that didn’t seem to leave. Roaming around you like a vulture. Unaware to your brother that his desires had already run too deep. Too deep to make any sense of it.
The dinner party with your family was a complete disaster. James seemingly being the only one who had a giggle out of it. Your family members had returned to their quarters each in their distress. A knock on the door, made you perk your head up.
Causing your pacing to stop upon James entering. Sneaking into your room. He walked up to you, brushing his hands up your arm. “Quite the family gathering.” He spoke. Rolling with your eyes, you moved away from him. “You certainly had the time of your life.” Crossing your arms.
James moved behind you, sliding his hands from your hip over your stomach. Brushing his lips up your neck. “I have to admit your father has ambition.” He whispered, leaving a tender kiss up your neck. Scoffing loudly, you spun around in the embrace.
“What about your ambitions, James?” You responded, leaning down against a low table. He curled up a smile, stepping closer to you. “It is rather tempting.” He answered, brushing a finger over his lips. “The weapon, enough to wipe out any one that opposes us.”
You chuckled tauntingly at the usage of ‘us’. “Imagine the wealth when it is sold. Men would crawl on their knees for it.” James continued, moving his hand to your neck. “You want that formula…” You responded. James’s hand tightened around your neck, forcing your face to his. “How willing are you to betray your family for it?” Asking in a husky tone.
Shuddering out a breath, you curled up a smile. “For you?” You responded. “Everything.” A whisper leaving your lips. Sucking in a breath, James’s lips were forced upon yours. Kissing you roughly. In a quick moment, he pulled away. Letting his finger brush down your lips, parting them. “Prove me how willing you are…”
Yearningly your lips drew closer to him. James teasingly made sure they wouldn’t touch. Moving quietly back. Breathlessly you gasped, approaching him. James sat himself down on the bed, casting you a cheeky smile. Lifting the hem of your skirt up, you went to your knees. Crawling over to him.
Setting your hands on his knees, pulling yourself more up. Teasing his lips with your breath. Your head got pulled back by him. “Will you kill for me?” He questioned. “Who.” You responded to prove your loyalty to him. Desires unleashed within you. James smirked. Giving him a playful shove, he fell back on the mattress. Moving a bit higher up when you come on the mattress.
Skirt lifted up to position your legs around him. James moved his chest up, shoved back by you. Swaying your finger at him for even trying. James chuckled delightfully. Setting your hands on his lower stomach, you positioned yourself at his waist. Already feeling the bump into his pants. Smiling cheekily at him for how hard he already was.
Gently you began to rub yourself to him. James hummed deeply. Teasing your core with his. Making a bit of room, your hands lowered to his pants. Unbuttoning it. James assisting you into lowering his pants and underwear. His hands went roughly under your armpits. Groaning loudly as he wanted to handle you on his hard cock into position.
You restrained yourself, taking his hands with force. Slamming them down beside him. For once you wanted to be in control. Moving your bottom back, you leaned down. Reaching the eye level of his cock. Veiny, thick with a bit of precum at the tip. Pressing his hands deeper into the mattress, you placed a tender kiss against his cock.
James groaned pleasantly. Your lips tracing upwards with kisses. Sensing him push himself upwards in desperate need from the stimulation. Letting your tongue draw a circle at his top, the husky moan coming from him caught you off guard. His hands struggled for freedom. The urge to have a bit of control larger.
Pulling yourself a bit up, you brought one hand of him up. James perked his eyebrow up when you brought his hand higher. Bringing three fingers of his to your mouth. Rubbing it in and out for wetness. Swirling your tongue over them. Wet with saliva, you guided his hand down. Down to under your skirt to your pulsating core.
Guiding his fingers to trace over the outskirts of your vagina. Slowly bringing them inwards, his wet fingers meeting with your own wetness. Brushing over the lower folds of your vagina. Upwards to your clit. A thousand sensations rushing through your body with his touch. A husky moan leaving your mouth. Rubbing his fingers against your clit, you paced your own stimulation. Wetness intensifies with each rub.
James guided your other hand to his cock. Patiently waiting for more stimulation. Guiding your hand around it. Keeping his fingers clasped around yours, slowly bringing it up and down. His husky pants filled the air. The sensation sparked up till your toes. He quicked up the jerking off with your hand. Buckling his hip upwards to you in need. His fingers tickled your clit. Guiding them all around to explore your vagina inwards and outwards. Breath quickening, sensing yourself rub harder to his fingers. In desperate need.
James felt you riding his fingers, knowing you were close to an orgasm. Pulling his hands free, he scooped you up. Rolling you over. Hovering over you, holding his throbbing cock in his hand. Bringing his lips to yours, kissing them deeply. Guiding his cock inwards. His breath shuddered against yours when he slid inside.
Pushing himself deeper inside you. Your fingers scratched his back in pleasure. Moaning loudly when his thumb rubbed your sore clit. His hips rocking to yours. Your moans reached a peak as James laughably tried to shush you. Enhancing the pace. Gripping onto the mattress, your head rolled back.
Body shuddering and spasming underneath him. Quickened moany breaths at the sensation build up. Ready for release. Pleasure overtaking you. Crying out in pleasure. James’s throat groaning loud, body shuddering at his own orgasm. Keeping your body still by your thighs. Panting exhaustingly.
A shuddering laugh at his lips when he slowly pulled his cock out. Now dripping wet with cum and your wetness. Taking a hold of your neck, he pulled your chest upwards. Kneeling down as you remained underneath him. Kissing you roughly. Enjoying the hold he had over you. Aware your family was unknowingly a few rooms away. Unaware of the bond strengthened by loyalty.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper
Characters: Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes
Additional Tags: Sherlolly - Freeform, Getting Together, First Kiss, Post-The Final Problem, Post ILY, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, marks and spencer's dine in for two for ten pounds, Valentine's Day, Molly Hooper Appreciation Week
Summary:
'Stomping up the stairs, Molly marched through the living room and straight to the kitchen, where she unceremoniously dumped the bag of food and wine onto the worktop. She knew a lot of it probably wouldn’t be eaten or drunk, she guessed she might not thank herself in the morning. But the thought of another Valentine’s like all the others was too much.'
Molly Hooper decides she's a bit done with the drama. Sherlock Holmes gets what's coming to him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Young Sherlock (TV 2026), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes & James Moriarty
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes, Cordelia Holmes
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Pining, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Drunken Flirting, Drunken Confessions, Drunk Sherlock Holmes, Friends to Lovers, James Moriarty Loves Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes Loves James Moriarty, Bisexual James Moriarty, Idiots in Love, Self-Indulgent, First Kiss, Drunk James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, James Moriarty Has Feelings, Everyone Has Big Feelings
Summary:
"Have you ever been in love?" Sherlock asked, his eyes fluttering closed in contemplation. "Flirting doesn't count. I mean, truly, deeply. Like they speak of in poetry."
OR
James and Sherlock get drunk and confess to things they probably shouldn't.
A little something fun for the Young Sherlock fandom!
Title is from the song off of Role Model’s newest album! <3
