he just kisses her upper lip so slowly and

Mad Love #2 - Request

Requested by @sexy-bookworm-fangirl:  Being Sherlock’s twin sister (basically the kinder and more sassy version of him), and Moriarty falls hard for Reader. Like, his breath is quick, he can’t think, and he stutters around Reader. Reader falls for him, and Sherlock, John, Mycroft, and Lestrade (your boss/bestest friend in the world) get protective of Reader
Sequel and Smut requested by multiple anons.

Pairing: Moriarty x reader

Word count: 3.609

Warnings: Smut - rough, unprotected, violent, oral (male receiving).

A/N: Yes, I based this on Vanessa Ives and Dorian Gray (Penny Dreadful); No, I’m not slightly sorry.


Originally posted by alksontini

|Part 1|

“(Y/N), my love, my princess…” Moriarty chanted in a whisper, “Escape with me. Let’s burn their hearts together; please, let me live by your side in the darkness in which we shall hide.”

“Jim, such a romantic.” She giggled.

“I’m serious,” he stated as his eyes widened exposing his maniac thoughts, “escape with me, (Y/N).”

“Where would we go that neither Mycroft nor Sherlock can find us in?” She asked.

“That is my point, exactly. We don’t have to find a place where they can’t find us, but rather a place where they will find us so they will not look there.” Jim cheered like a little boy talking about their favourite toy.

“Makes sense…” She mumbled.

“Then let us escape now.” Jim whispered,

“Right now?” She inquired.



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Stuck - Marvel (Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver) *aou*

It was dark all around her, the damp air made her hair stick to her skin and her clothes seem soaked. How long she had been down here was hard to tell. Time stands still when one can’t see, can’t hear. Why would one climb down into a mountain with no backup or partner for watch? Hoping to the gods and everything good that one wouldn’t be stuck down there. Yet here she was. Stuck. Deep inside a mountain. The mission was top secret, so backup was no option, not that there was any service down here to call for backup anyway. 

“Great, now what?” She muttered to herself, as she tried feeling around the edges, knowing there had to be some way to get out of there. After what seemed like hours she came across a stone in the wall sticking out, a huge stone. So she did the only reasonable thing to do; climb it. The stone was slippery, but after the 3rd try she managed to climb on top of it. Even if she now was just over a meter over where she had been, this was a huge difference than the hour before. She started to feel around where she stood again, in the hopes of as much as a little rock to hold on to, or a little bulge in the stone, but nothing. She was yet again, stuck. She stepped back a bit, looking up, knowing that up there somewhere there was a way out. 

 «HELP!» She tried, but no answer came. 

 There was a hope deep inside of her that maybe, just maybe someone would be climbing the mountain at night, but it was a hopeless hope. Which was just pure irony in itself. She sat down against the cold stone, feeling the cold creep into her bones, making her shiver from the inside. Time was hard to tell by now, since darkness made everything so much harder. This mission was going to be her last, she knew it. Not because she didn’t want to do anything after this, but because she was going to die down here. Cold, wet and surrounded by darkness.


«Y/N.» A voice whispered, and she opened her eyes. To her enormous surprise she could actually barely see the face in front of her, and she had never been happier to see it. Pietro stood in front of her, a concerned frown on his face as he looked at her. 

 «Pietro.» The words barely escaped her lips before she was embraced in a hug. 

 «Please don’t ever go on such missions again.» He whispered into her hair, as he held her tight against his body. They were still down in the mountain, it was still dark and she was still freezing, but she didn’t really care, because Pietro was here with her. After a while they pulled apart, Pietro lifting her up in his arms. 

 «Let’s get you out of here, so you can get the warmth back in that body of yours.» He said, before she felt some pressure to her head, and the wind tangling with her hair, she knew Pietro was running, it only felt so weird to her. In a second they were outside, where the sun was rising behind the horizon, and the birds were singing their morning song. Pietro carefully sat her down on the ground, before pressing some button by his sleeve, speaking into it. 

«Found her.» He kneeled before her, so he could take a proper look at her. Her body temperature were low, and were having trouble staying awake for now, but other than that she seemed okay. 

 «Y/N?» She looked up at him. «Don’t fall asleep okay.» He held her by her upper arms, so she wouldn’t just fall to the ground. «You hear me?» She nodded weakly. 

 But even so her eyes started to slowly close, and Pietro cursed under his breath in a language she couldn’t understand, nor make out the exact words due to that she was almost passing out. When she was so close from the darkness consuming her, she felt a pair of lips against hers, and her eyes snapped open. Pietro was kissing her, his warm lips against her cold ones. She hesitated at first, but after a while she kissed him back. Her heart was beating faster, her body heating up slightly due to the kiss. They pulled apart, Pietro looked unsure up at her. 

 «Couldn’t let you pass out, not knowing if you would ever wake up again, without doing that at least once.» He said, as they heard a engine above them.



This was bad… I’m sorry… but I’m posting it anyway… cuz I don’t know if I will be able to post anything tomorrow….

anonymous asked:

prompt: cullen's trying to convince Trevelyan not to go out and fight a dragon (or something) bc she could be KILLED for maker's sake, but she won't listen and in the heat of the argument he accidentally blurts out his feelings for her

Okay, so I had two ideas for this prompt. Here’s the first one. I’ll post the second as soon as I write it :D


Rated T.

“Please don’t go,” he murmured, hand coming to rest on her forearm.

Elena jerked her head up to search his face—it wasn’t like the Commander to be so bold. In fact, beside when he carried her out of the blizzard after Haven, she couldn’t think of a single time he’d touched her. His mouth was set in a hard line, brows creased, and golden eyes dark.

“I have to. The people of the Hinterlands have already been through so much. They shouldn’t have to worry about a dragon burning down what’s left of their homes and crops.”

A group of Orlesian nobles glanced at them suspiciously as they stood just outside the door to her chambers in the Great Hall. Though she had left the council room in a rush, he must have hastened after her. Cullen cast a baleful glare at the whisperers before tugging Elena into the hallway beyond the door. The gloom and quiet of the stairway surrounded them, mercifully granting privacy.

“It is not a risk that the Inquisition—that you—should be taking. Send the Iron Bull and his Chargers in your stead.”

In the tight space of the corridor, she was made acutely aware of just how much bigger Cullen was than her; he towered over her, board shoulders blocking the doorway behind him. He leaned down over her, one hand resting against the wall behind her head. Warm breath stirred the lose tendrils of her hair, tickling her neck.

“I can’t do that. It would be…unworthy of me. I promised Mother Giselle I would do all in my power to help the refugees,” she whispered, conscious of the prying ears in the room just beyond.

“This isn’t some raid to close a rift or two, Elena. These creatures were worshiped as gods, and for good reason,” He hissed. “You could die, for Maker’s sake!”

She frowned, mulling over his words. He may have been right, but that didn’t change her desire to help. Something else about what he said was bothering her as well, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“That’s true any time I leave Skyhold,” she finally said. “I’m not some delicate maiden who needs to be protected and sheltered all the time. It’s my job, my duty, to take these risks.”

“And it is my duty to see you safe,” he pressed, the hand that still gripped her forearm tightening, pulling them closer. “I almost lost you at Haven. I cannot and will not allow that to happen again.”

Elena sucked in a sharp breath, the emotion behind his words slamming into her. I almost lost you. Not, we almost lost you, or the Inquisition almost lost you. I. Cullen’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just said. So, it wasn’t just careless speech—he clearly felt he’d said too much, revealed something. Elena became acutely aware of how close he was to her, how he leaned over and above her, of the warmth of his breath on her neck and the desperate, imploring look in his eyes. If someone were to open the door to the great hall, surely it would appear as if they were lovers stealing clandestine kisses.

Her eyes fell to his lips, still set firm in a frown. The scar along his upper lip was white against his warm skin. Slowly, and more gently that she thought him capable of, he slid his hand down her wrist to grip her fingers loosely in his. She stared, a million different emotions and thoughts flying through her brain as her heart hammered against her chest.

“I don’t…I mean, I can’t…” she stammered, scrambling over what to say.

She saw the defeat settle in his eyes at her words. He let go of her hand, leaning away from her.

“I apologize, Lady Trevelyan, for overstepping my bounds,” he murmured, voice deprived of the emotion it held just moments ago.

Her words stuck in her throat, dry and rasping. Cullen nodded once, turned on his heel and left. She watched the door swing closed, stared after him, tears welling up in her eyes. What had she done?  


Cullen watched from the battlements as the Inquisitor’s party rode into Skyhold, triumphant from their dragon slaying expedition. Despite the fact that they looked rather singed around the edges, they were all in high spirits. And if he had to wager a guess, they had also been into the spirits already. Almost against his will, Cullen found his gaze drawn to Elena. They hadn’t spoken since they day before she left. Her hair blazed bright under the mid-morning sun, and her cheeks were flushed. Tossing her head back, she laughed at something Dorian said. Sighing heavily, Cullen turned away before she could catch him staring, and returned to his office.

Fool, he chastised. To think she could ever care for you. He shook his head. He was a wreck of a man. The blood on his hands from over a decade of violence and oppression was enough drive anyone away, let alone a woman chosen by the Maker’s Bride.

Cullen stood behind his desk, forearm and brow resting against the cool glass of his window.

“Fool,” he whispered to himself.

“Cullen? Is this a bad time?”

Heart hammering in his chest, he spun around. Elena stood in the middle of his office, eyes down cast and fiddling with something in her hands.

“What are you…” he cleared his throat. “I mean, what can I do for you, Inquisitor?”

She stepped forward and firmly placed something on his desk. Cullen stared at her a moment, wishing she would look at him. Tentatively, he reached for the object. Turning it over in his hand, he realized it was golden statuette of knight.

“I, ah, found it. Among the dragon’s horde,” she spoke so softly he almost didn’t hear her at first. “It made me think of you.”

Finally, she glanced up, a hesitant smile on her lips. He was transfixed. She was so beautiful, radiant, really. He had not dare to hope to ever see her look at him like that, not after their last conversation.

Me?” He prompted.

She nodded, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Yes. Golden and strong, and honorable. He’s good, too good, really, it’s kind of intimidating.” She paused, flushing for reasons that certainly had nothing to do with the weather. “And, um, see his shield? He’s protecting someone…someone he cares about. And really, that person is so lucky. If, um, she didn’t mess it all up that is. If he still does. Care about her, I mean.”

Cullen couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. Slowly, giving her time to run if she desired, he walked around his desk to stand near her. He could smell the dragon blood that was still, no doubt, crusted under her nails, but under that was the sweet, clean scent which was uniquely her. Gently, he captured her face between his hands.

“He does. Always, no matter what.”

Elena closed her eyes, a radiant smile spreading over her lips. Cullen brushed his left thumb over her eyelid and down the curve of her cheek. He heard the breath hitch in her throat as he leaned down and traced the path with his lips. He repeated his caress on the other side of her face, before lowering his mouth to hers. The noise she made as their lips touched sent shivers up his spine and heat straight to his belly. She gripped his hands, twining their fingers together and anchoring him to her; she crushed herself to his body, deepening the kiss. Cullen pressed back, desperate to feel soft curves of her even under their many layers armor.

When they finally disentangled from each other, tears glistened in her bright eyes.

“Cullen, I’m so sorry—“

“Hush. There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he murmured before stooping to kiss her again.

anonymous asked:

Ahhh bree can we have a little ficlet even for law firms to get us through November bc I literally cannot waaait till the next update! But also equally excited for blood hands so maybe December could be law firms month??

(This was supposed to be a quick little ficlet a while ago and then… well, this Oliver and Felicity just do what they want now, I can’t control them anymore.) 

Four Walls (Of Law Firms and Honey) - AU, Explicit

Oliver is Felicity’s boss at Queen & Queen, a prestigious international law firm. She’s the tech genius, he’s the top dog’s son, and they viciously disagree on nearly everything. Despite that, they work together, neither outright acknowledging the ever-present simmering attraction that has slowly been growing hotter and hotter…

Until a chance meeting at a grocery store one night has them crossing a line, a tiny little line that was never meant to be crossed.

A collection of ficlets in the same ‘verse: Of Law Firms and Honey.

Check out the Four Walls playlist, and if you have suggestions, I’d love to hear them!

(Please see previous installments for author notes/story information.)

Previous Installments:

1 a.m. Grocery Shopping
11:30 p.m. Supply Closet
4:57 a.m. Oliver’s Apartment
9:23 a.m. Felicity’s Apartment

2:09 p.m. Oliver’s Office

Summary: A mid-day quickie.

(You can also read on AO3!)

The desk groaned under their combined weight, a soft, subtle sound that echoed their quiet gasps for air.

It was low enough that anyone walking by wouldn’t hear it, but they would hear the way it subtly highlighted her not-very-discreet moans, his barely-muffled grunts, the squeak of her naked ass sliding against the wood, his thighs bumping against the long drawer under his desk, rattling the paperclips and pens and other useless shit that wound up in there.

“Oh god,” Felicity whined, arching her back.

She fumbled with his tie, her fingers yanking the knot loose, her bright purple nails scratching against his neck, making him shudder as he thrust into her, filling her to the hilt, her slick heat so tight and perfect.

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Spaces - Chapter 3

Excerpt: There was a small tattoo on her upper thigh that Harry so desperately wanted to see up-close. He wanted to kiss up her leg to the inside of her thighs and tease her until she begged him for more. Dirty thoughts clouded his mind as she slipped the fabric over her head and threw it on the floor, revealing matching underwear. The bra and thong were stark white lace; Harry could have sworn in that moment that she was an angel. He was practically drooling at the sight of her nearly naked and had no shame in checking her out from head to toe.

Pairing: Harry Styles + OFC

Rating: This chapter is a bit steamy ;-)

Word Count: 2,636

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valdayaobssesion  asked:

Prompt?: It's almost midnight and Val and Zendaya are cuddling Val wants to sleep but Zendaya wants to stay up till midnight Just So she can say happy birthday to him first😊😂

Val felt her hands travelling all over his naked top. Her delicate fingers were leaving an amazingly tingle feeling all over his chest, his abonden. His nipples hardening instqntly.

He loved her touch, he would never deny her any kind of physicality but he was truly exhausted from all the rehearsals.

“Babe.” He mumbled softly. “Go back to sleep.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he covered one of her hands with his own.

“Val.” She said quietly.

“Z baby, sleep.” He felt her head against his shoulder and her breath on his cheek.

“Val."She said one more time more convincing. Her free hand reached to his cheek touching it gently.

Val sighed knowing that his girlfriend wasn’t letting go no matter what.

He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head towards hers.

Their faces barerly an inch away. Her plump rosy lips so tempting for kissing.

He loved her and the moment he looked at her every single tired muscle and cell in his body came alive.

"What got you so interested in my body at…” He looked at the digital clock at the night stand next to bed. “ten to midnight.”

Zendaya smiled mysteriously as she leaned and kissed him.

Taking her time she slowly moved her lips against his pushing just a little bit not wanting this passionate moment turn into something rough and raw.

She peaked her tongue almost shyly touching his upper lip.

Val moaned as he opened his mouth and let her tongue slip inside.

He grabbed her face and pulled himself on top of her deepending the kiss even more.

Zendaya’s hands move to his back scratching it with a little bit of force.

“Zendaya…” Val moaned her name right into her mouth.

She smiled as her hands followed the path up to his neck.

“Actually there is a reason why I woke you up.” One of her hands touched his ear.

Val purred like a little kitty.

“What is it?” He asked quietly still covering her body with his own.

Zendaya looked at the right at the clock where the big red number 12.00 was visible.

She turnes back to Val seeing his confused but also intrigued look.

She pulled him down by his neck and before she kissed him she said quietly.

“Happy birthday love.” The love in her eyes shining so brightly almost made Val fill with tears.

Sometimes her feelings for him were overwhelming but not in the negative way, no. She made him feel so alive so loved that he didn’t know what he did to deserve her.

His skin itched when he couldn’t touch her. His heart raced faster when he saw her. His whole body was aching for her when they were apart.

So moments like this were everything for him.

He smiled widely at her as he leaned and kissed her hard.

“So since you already woke me up and it is my birthday.” His grin spreaded even wider.

“Yes?” She cocked her head.

“Is it time for birthday wish?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Well that was the whole idea and me wanting to be first in wishing you happy birthday.” She winked at him.

Val chuckled. “You know you would be first in the morning as well.”

She giggled. “Couldn’t risk it.”

She traced her hand over his jaw and cheek.

“So what about that wish.”

“Ah yes.” Val in one swift move changed their position so now she was sitting on his abonden.

“You on top.”

Zendaya leaned down letting her hands slide up his chest.

“I like the way you think.” She grinned. “Happy birthday, I love you.”

“Thank you and I love you more.”

He kissed her.

Arrow Fic: beauty in the breakdown 16/16

beauty in the breakdown 16/16
Author: dettiot
Rating: E
Summary: so let go jump in/oh well whatcha waiting for it’s alright/’cause there’s beauty in the breakdown.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Arrow. No copyright infringement intended.
Author’s Note:  It’s so amazing to me how much this fic has been embraced.  I started it with no real idea what was going to happen; I flew by the seat of my pants and just did what felt right.  It’s not something I normally do–not something I’d normally recommend–but it has been thrilling to be on this ride with all of you.  I’m just a little bit ahead of y’all, since I was writing it.  :-)

Many thanks to callistawolf, fanmommer and youguysimserious for being my first readers and cheerleaders: the people I could go to when I needed to talk out my ideas and questions.  And thank you to everyone who has been reading this fic and supporting it.  I am so very lucky to receive your encouragement and passion!  

This isn’t the end of this universe, but this is the end of this story.  And now, without further ado, the last chapter …

Read this chapter on AO3.


As he held Felicity, Oliver wondered if he should wait until she stopped hugging him to ask her what she meant by “yes.”  After all, if this was the last time he got to hold her like this, he should make the most of it, right?  Really savor it?  

He didn’t think this was going to be the last time, though.  He didn’t think Felicity would hug him like this if she was going to go back to being a dominatrix, if they would never see each other again.  He didn’t think she would do that to him.

But he didn’t know.

And right now, he didn’t want to wait any longer to know what she meant by “yes.”


Her lips brushed against his neck, making him shiver.  “Yes, Oliver?” she asked, her voice happy and delightfully seductive.  

Did he really have to ask her?  Couldn’t they just stay like this for the rest of the night?  Or at least a little bit longer?  

Taking a deep breath, he screwed up all his courage and willpower.  “What did you mean by ‘yes’?”

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