Sherlock x ftm reader

2-Moriarty/ tainted love pt1

Congratulations to whoever got the reference
Warnings: abuse, blood, unsavory language, almost non con
Y/n's pov:
"Useless!" Tomas spat in your face and slapped you. It had been about a month since you told him you were trans. things did not go according to plan when you came out.

"Pathetic!" he said and forced you into the chair behind you and tied your hands. You hung your head in shame. I deserve this you thought as Tomas got out a knife and started slashing the same spots from the other nights leaving new scars in the Process. The blood trickled down your thighs.

"Woman!"  The last word hit you you like a ton of bricks. You let a tear roll down your face. All while not saying anything. You just sat there and took it. Due to former experience it would be better this way, less violent.

He started to unbuckle his pants this was the worst part of the night. "I'll show you what your good for, your nothing but a hole for me." You let out another tear there was a knock at the door. He looked annoyed and ignored it.

"I know your in there Tomas , it's your boss, Jim moriarty" his face became white with fear after hearing that name. It sounded familiar you thought he quickly shoved you in a closet and whipped up the blood.

"Come on in, sorry to keep you waiting. I was cleaning." He fibbed you heard two pairs of shoes. This was your chance. But then again, what if your boyfriend's boss was just as bad.

Fuck it, you thought as you screamed "help me someone please!" A pair of shoes hurried over to the closet where you were stashed. The doors opened. the light streamed all around you it took a second to adjust.

Your eyes could see the surroundings. In front of you was a very attractive man, who looked furious. "What have you done to this poor boy?" Jim said trying to keep his cool. Your heart melted when he called you a boy.

"Oh don't mind her, I'll teach My slave how to behave when we have guests" he said You flinched when he called you a girl. Jim turned his head and notice your discomfort softened his expression. You felt like You were drowning in his eyes. Dark brown and so mysterious.

You looked away for a moment out of embarrassment. "'scuse me and (y/n) for a second" he pushed his way passed Jim and slapped me right across the face and whispered so Jim couldn't hear him. "I'll teach you a lesson later and your lucky that I do-" BANG! CRASH! You heard a gun shot and the body hit the floor.

Jim dropped his gun and rushed towards you. You flinched as though you were afraid of him. The blood had soaked through your jeans. Jim looked at you as if asking for permission to take them off and deal with you wounds. You nodded. He rushed to the bathroom for bandages. "Why are you helping me?" You asked Cautiously as if he were going to hurt you like your boyfriend did.

Jim placed his hand on your cheek and said for a clam tone for someone how had just shot someone else "because from the moment I saw I knew you would be my king." He said so matter-of-factly it made you blush. He noticed this and smiled. Something so pure it was hard to imagine possible. He finished fixing your wounds.

You went into the room you used to share with your boyfriend and got a pair of shorts. You heard the faucet turn on and water flow. No doubt he was washing his hands. you were just about to leave when you saw Jim enter and sit down on the bed. He patted the spot next to him. You sat.

Jim looked at you with pain in his eyes. "I'm so sorry that you had to experience that my king" he sounded so sincerely sorry. He leaned in to the point where our lips were almost touching, and planted his hand on your cheek. He leaned in more.

The kiss was magical, the sparks flew everywhere. You had never felt this way before. You melted into his touch. the kiss deepened and you slowly laid back fully on your bed you kissed for a few minutes before braking to breathe.

Jim looked at you with something new in his eyes. Passion? "(Y/n) please come with me and be my king of darkness" he said with what sounded almost desperate. His soft Irish accent luring you to agree.

You grabbed the tie of his suit and pulled him down for another kiss. Whatever this was you wanted more of it. You weren't happy with how close you two were he was much to far away. He broke the kiss and said "I'll take that as a yes" you nodded in agreement.

He stood up and brushed himself off and gingerly offered you a hand you took it and stood up. You stepped over your dead ex-boyfriend now wearing a crown, and damn did you look good.

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Word count: 870
There will be a part two and it will involve fluff so be warned I hope you enjoyed
-Alex