I wrote another Moriarty/Moran thing. This one has sex in it. Also BDSM and roleplay and rough sex and stuff. (Therefore this is rated adult)
(I had to split it into two chapters because of the length and I’ve realised maybe it breaks in a slightly awkward place because if you only read the first chapter it possibly seems a bit dubious-consenty, but I promise this is all consensual roleplay.)
Fic: For Old Times’ Sake
Sherlock Holmes/Ripper Street crossover
Characters/pairing: Sebastian Moran/Bennet Drake (with implied Moriarty/Moran)
Rated: for teens and up
Summary: Detective Sergeant Bennet Drake is reunited with an old acquaintance
Notes: Moran is based on Paul Anderson’s version. This is set vaguely before both AGoS and Ripper Street.Posted here
The Christmas Gift
For my dear heart, my Sahib with all my love, posting it now so I don’t forget.
Merry Christmas darling
This is probably as finished as this is going to get.
Sebastian Moran/Langdale Pike.
I don’t know exactly what this is meant to be, I figure maybe they had sex and then got into an argument because Moran always goes back to Moriarty after screwing Pike, so Moran is trying to pacify him a bit.
Moran/Pike ficlet
(The random prompt word was ‘slide’)
It’s different to how it is with Moriarty, not merely because Moran usually dominates Pike in the bedroom, but other things are different too. It is not better, but it’s not the same. With Pike there is the hot slick slide of skin on skin; there are kisses that are more heated and more passionate; there is the sense of them speaking their own language, mostly without words; one that Moriarty – for all his brilliance with different tongues – does not fully understand. Sex with Moriarty is like nothing else Moran has ever experienced (nor would ever want to experience; the professor is the only man he will ever accept as his master), and he would not give that up for the world, but he relishes these liaisons with Langdale Pike too, who understands the colonel’s lust not merely through observation and speculation; not abstractly, but from his own experience.
I finished uploading my kinkfest of a fic here
(Moriarty/Moran and Moriarty/Moran/original male character)
Warnings for explicit sexual content and, well, a fair few kinks. (See the fic additional tags for the main ones)
Author: Not_You
Verse: book canon
Characters/Pairing: Sebastian Moran/James Moriarty; Watson; Lestrade
Rating: mature
Genre: romance
I wrote a thing slightly unlike my usual things
Title: A New Game
Characters/Pairing: James Moriarty/Sebastian Moran
Rating: Adult
Genre: PWP, romance
Warnings/content: BDSM elements, rape roleplay, rough sex, handcuffs, verbal insults, bad language, topping from the bottom.
Notes: just to be clear, everything in this is consensual.Can be read here
Fanfiction: Bedtime in the Moriarty/Moran Household
Title: Bedtime in the Moriarty/Moran household
Characters/Pairing: James Moriarty/Sebastian Moran
Wordcount: approx. 1,300
Genre: Romance/PWP
Rating: Mature
Warnings/content: sexual content, D/s elements, bondage, gags, sensory deprivation, references to spanking-
Fanfiction (Moriarty/Moran)
Title: A Most Intimate Experiment
Author: KoreArabin
Characters/Pairing: Sebastian Moran/James Moriarty
Verse: Ritchie!verse
Rating: Adult
Warnings/Contents: explicit sexual content, D/s
Summary: Professor Moriarty proposes an experiment
Moriarty/Moran ficlet: Married
(The random word generator keeps giving me ‘married’; it’s obviously a sign.)
He looks at Moran’s face across from his on the pillow. His fierce, perhaps slightly feral gunman is relaxed now, eyes half-closed, his mouth pulled into a sleepy smile. Moriarty has come to like seeing him this way, sated and contented; completely relaxed. It’s so rare that Moran ever does relax fully, especially in company, and knowing therefore that the colonel trusts him enough to let his guard down around him gives Moriarty a strangely warm feeling inside.
“Sebastian?” he says. “Have you never wished that you were married?”
“Mm,” Moran says, not bothering to open his eyes. He shifts closer to the Moriarty, slipping his arm around Moriarty’s body. “Can’t marry you though, can I?”
Moriarty stares at him for a moment. “No,” he says, “you cannot.”
“Doesn’t matter though,” Moran remarks, his lips almost brushing Moriarty’s throat as he snuggles up against him.
“Doesn’t it?”
“Well we’re as good as married anyway, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” Moriarty says, stroking Moran’s hair and breaking into a fond smile, “Yes, I suppose that we are.”
