leave me fic prompts

[tellytubby101]

seeing as I'm bored, I'm going to ask people to leave me characters and/or pairings in the comments and I'll give you little drabble pieces of my head canon (if you want an AU setting or something, just specify)

try to aim for a fandom I'm familiar with please, though go free reign on any pairing/character/AU that you want; length of response will

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Sherlock/Moriarty (2)

[tellytubby101]

Sherlock's hand have found a solid grip on Jim's upper arms and he pulls him down then, until they are pressed chest-to-chest, blood staining Jim's stomach. They grapple, twisting and biting and punching until Sherlock is on top once again, forearm pinning Jim's upper body in place like an iron bar. Jim struggles, but not too much, not enough to say I am not in control, but enough to make a friction between them, and they both groan. The temperature rises by several degrees, sweat trickling down both their brows.

There are red marks on both of them now, bruises in the shape of fingers and hands painted on their skin. Sherlock sucks at a bite mark on Jim's jawline, sucks until it hurts and Jim cries out. He won't cry out stop, but his fingernails claw at Sherlock's arms. It should be uncomfortable, but there is something delicious about this certain ache and there is blood everywhere, the smell like copper in the air.

"Are you giving up?" Sherlock asks, but he knows before Jim answers that he'll say no, and Jim grins again, nothing amused but definitely something cruel in his gaze, a dark hunger in his eyes that is near hypnotic. They don't break eye contact, and Sherlock almost begins to growl, because he wants Jim to look away, wants him to submit, admit who has the upper hand here.

A sudden click right behind him. A pressure at the back of his head at the base of his skull. A gun barrel. The rules have changed and Jim only smiles wider.

Sherlock's upper lip curls as if he's about to snarl. "Two against one, Jim? Not very fair." But he relaxes his grip and leans back.

"Oh honey," Jim croons, lips brushing against Sherlock's cheeks in a sick shadow of a kiss. "When do I ever play fair?"

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/fin

Re: Sherlock/Moriarty (2)

[stupid_drawings]

Oh man, I love it! Jim, you sassy bastard! He's only cheating because he can't win otherwise!