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frozen-delight-blog:

marybegone:

mamalaz:

BBC Sherlock in the original Victorian era

wow!

Brilliant!

11:38pm June 17, 2014
  • You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
  • You both like adlock, shirene, and sherene.
  • Stranger: ((Professor!Sherlock, Student!Irene)) It had been one night, about one year ago. Kate had dragged Irene out to go to the New Year’s Eve party at a club down town. A drink was pushed into her hand. And then she had met Sherlock, all wit and sarcasm and a magnificent brain to keep up with her own that reeled Irene in like a moth to a flame. Sherlock had her hook, line and sinker, and it was almost embarrassing how badly she wanted it. But luckily it seemed like Sherlock was in the same position. One thing led to another, and they kissed as the clock struck midnight. And then…They had done a bit more than kiss. And then Irene woke the next morning with the headache to end all headaches and had promptly forgotten about the one night stand…Until now. Because as she walked into class that morning, she immediately recognized the new professor at the front of the room. Sherlock Holmes.
  • You: Sherlock had seen her on his roster, he had felt his heart leap out of his chest and up into his throat before he had tutted himself, muttered "Ridiculous," and promptly shut off that memory. He would teach the class, he wouldn't look at her and he would pretend as though nothing at all had happened. He hummed as his class filed in, "Yes, yes, take a seat, wouldn't want your precious class time to be wasted, I'm sure your minds will need all the exposure to the material they can manage," he said, crossing his arms impatiently and handing a stack of papers to the nearest student. "I trust you all had a good summer and if you didn't to be frank I do not care, does anyone have any questions before we begin?"
  • Stranger: Irene took her usual seat at the very front of the class next to Kate, whose eyes were wide and flicking back and forth between Sherlock and Irene. He wasn't going to acknowledge it, fine by her. She just leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms in front of her, staring at Sherlock pointedly, trying to almost will him to meet her gaze. When he asked if there were any questions, the class muttered 'no' almost in unison, except Irene, who raised her hand. "I have one, sir. Did you have a nice New Year's Eve?" she asked with a smirk, knowing the rest of the class would frown in confusion, since it was more than nine months ago, but Sherlock would understand.
  • You: He looked at her, giving her a glare, one that meant she was about to start a dangerous war and one that reminded her that he was a force to be reckoned with. "It was perfectly adequate and let me suggest that the rest of the class learn from this young woman that questions ought to be related to class material," he said before turning and flipping on his slides, "If that's all?" he said, looking back to her, ignoring that he felt a pang of regret for leaving so early that morning.
  • Stranger: Irene blushed at being described as merely 'adequate' and she returned his glare but kept her mouth shut, before turning her attention to the slides he had put up, and she tried her very best not to look at him for the rest of the lesson. It was his bloody fault they were in this mess. He shouldn't have left so early. She woke up alone and she felt a hot flash of embarrassment at being left that way. He could have stayed five minutes to tell her he didn't want a relationship, but no, he just left.
  • You: He taught uninterrupted and ignored the stupid and almost blankly confused faces starring back at him at the end of class, "I expect once you do the assigned reading tonight you will all have a dawning understanding of the topic, if you do not, my TA Watson will be available for office hours most of the week. I suggest you take him up on it, I do not tolerate excuses. You are all dismissed," he said.
  • Stranger: Irene followed the lesson perfectly clearly, without any problems, unlike the rest of the class, who seemed to be mumbling about not understanding and how difficult it was. She packed up slowly, waiting until every other student had filed out of the classroom and it was just her and Sherlock alone together. "Your technique could use some work - in terms of teaching. Brushing up on manners wouldn't hurt either," she said dryly as she leaned against her desk.
  • You: "I am here to educate the youth of this country to support my life style, there isn't much money in free consulting. I am not here to be the most adored," he said, crossing his arms over his chest, "You knew better than to ask that question," he said, looking at her accusingly.
  • Stranger: "Yes, but you are here to educate them, not ramble at them aimlessly and expect them to understand your convoluted train of thought," Irene shot back, smirking slightly at the stung look on his face. "I had to ask it. Seemed like you'd forgotten who I am, and we can't have that, can we, Mr Holmes?"
  • You: "I hadn't forgotten, I don't forget, Miss Adler," he said, more than a bit defensively, "I do not like being distracted from the material, if /questions/ like that happen again during my class time you will receive a detention, is that understood?"
  • Stranger: "Seems like you forgot to say goodbye that morning," Irene mumbled to herself under her breath before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "Understood, sir," she said clearly, picking up her things and heading to the door. No point getting angry about it again, it was old news. She just had to let it go.
  • You: "It was more than adequate, Irene," he said, staring at the empty seats of his classroom, not looking towards her for fear of what she might see as he remembered.
  • Stranger: "What a glowing compliment," Irene muttered with a roll of her eyes, looking back at Sherlock once before turning away again. "You weren't too bad yourself, sir. Your technique could definitely use some work," she teased before she left.
  • You: He looked up with a bit of hurt at that, hoping he hadn't disappointed her. He shook his head, collecting his things and wondering if that was it, if he and the woman could move on now.
  • Stranger: [I have to go! Sorry I didn't get to rp for very long!]
  • You: ((Would you like to continue via email?))
  • Stranger: [Yeah sure I'm at, could you email me the log?]
  • You: ((Sure! Have a good night, love!))
  • Stranger: [Thank you!]
  • Stranger has disconnected.
10:37pm June 1, 2014

Yes she is wearing his favourite purple shirt, and no she will not give it back.
"Thievery is frowned upon, Ms. Adler."
The low rumble of his velvet-like baritone sends a shiver down her spin; he is so close she can feel the heat radiating from his lithe form. Gazing up through her thick lashes, Irene smiles coyly, “hmm, but how could you forget, Mr. Holmes. I misbehave.”
(The pose is referenced from nami64’s work on DA)

Yes she is wearing his favourite purple shirt, and no she will not give it back.

"Thievery is frowned upon, Ms. Adler."

The low rumble of his velvet-like baritone sends a shiver down her spin; he is so close she can feel the heat radiating from his lithe form. Gazing up through her thick lashes, Irene smiles coyly, “hmm, but how could you forget, Mr. Holmes. I misbehave.”

(The pose is referenced from nami64’s work on DA)

11:34pm May 4, 2014

thessbakerstreet:

so i saw someone mention Sendhil Ramamurthy as a possible Victor Trevor and i just…

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accepted!

1:37am May 3, 2014
  • You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
  • You both like teenlock, Johnlock, and femlock.
  • You: Am I unattractive? SH (Fem, 17)
  • Stranger: What? No. JW (m, 18)
  • You: But you find me repulsive. There must be a reason> You can tell me, I am not easily offended. SH
  • Stranger: I don't find you repulsive. Honestly, you're very beautiful. JW
  • You: But you react so vehemently whenever someone assumes we are together. You must think it's a terrible thing to be considered my lover. SH
  • Stranger: No, it's not that. I just thought you wouldn't like it if people assumed it. You consider yourself married to your studies. JW
  • You: I am, but that is simply a matter of where my attention lies. I've told you before, I do not care what others think. SH
  • But you do, and you definitely do not want anyone thinking that you and I are romantically involved so there must be something. SH
  • Is it my breasts? They're rather small. Or is it my height? I have heard that men prefer women to be shorter than them. Or perhaps it is merely my personality that you find so repelling. SH
  • Stranger: Sherlock, I don't find you repelling. Your breasts, height and personality are fine. I promise you that you are a very attractive person. Your cupid bow lips, your laugh, smile, and eyes are all fantastic. JW
  • Stranger: Why are worried about this? JW
  • You: Something I heard your rugby team talking about. SH
  • Stranger: What'd they say? JW
  • You: They were talking about me. And you. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. They were? JW
  • You: Yes, they were wondering if I was a prude because Three Schools Watson hasn't been able to fuck me yet. SH
  • Stranger: You know how idiotic they can be sometimes. You're my best friend and I would never just yet and fuck you. JW
  • Stranger: *try
  • You: Yes, well I know they're idiots. That's not what I'm curious about. SH
  • Stranger: Are you curious about why I haven't? JW
  • You: Yes, actually. SH
  • You: Every other girl you've met, you've wanted. But not me. SH
  • Stranger: I dunno, Sherlock. I just prefer to actually just get to know you. You are my best friend. JW
  • You: ((Just in case love, my email is ))
  • But you never tried, even before you met me. Something about me must not be attractive to you. I just want to know what it is. SH
  • Stranger: (thank you) Not really. Do you want me to be attracted to you? JW
  • You: [delayed] I just want to know what it is about me that you find unattractive. SH
  • Stranger: There's nothing unattractive about you. I promise. JW
  • You: You're not lying? SH
  • Stranger: No. You're really pretty. Prominent cheekbones, nice eyes, and you have a grace about you that makes you look confident. JW
  • You: I am confident. SH
  • Stranger: And it shows. JW
  • You: And that's good? SH
  • Stranger: Yes. JW
  • You: Right. SH
  • Do you have a date tonight? SH
  • Stranger: Not tonight. JW
  • You: I was thinking I'd actually eat tonight. Nothing to really think about. SH
  • We could have a night in? Like we would do in the summer? SH
  • Stranger: That sounds great. JW
  • You: I'll come over then? SH
  • Your mother won't fret that I'm too thin again, will she? SH
  • Stranger: Most likely, but I'll tell her not to say anything. JW
  • You: You won't make me watch one of those terrible spy movies again will you? SH
  • Stranger: Not if you don't want to. We can do what you want. JW
  • You: There was a new documentary on Jack the Ripper that Mycroft just left for me. SH
  • You would hate that wouldn't you? SH
  • Stranger: Not at all. We can watch it after dinner. JW
  • You: Really? SH
  • Stranger: Yea. It might be interesting. JW
  • You: I'll bring it then. SH
  • Stranger: Great. This'll be fun. I won't even have my phone on if any of the team calls. JW
  • You: You're angry with them for talking about us like that, aren't you? SH
  • Stranger: No. But they're getting smashed tonight and I don't want them to interrupt us. JW
  • You: You don't want to go out with them? SH
  • Stranger: Of course not. Not when I can hang out with you. JW
  • You: You're sure then? I don't want to take you from your plans. SH
  • Stranger: One hundred percent. I'll take a documentary with you over spending a night with drunk idiots any day. JW
  • You: I'm on my way over. SH
  • Stranger: I'll see you in a bit. JW
  • You: Sherlock didn't know why she felt glad to be spending the night with him. Usually she was quite content staying in alone with her studies but tonight she wanted to be with John, her best friend. Her best friend who didn't find her repulsive. She had the documentary in hand and bit her lip as she knocked on the door. She always worried when John's mum would fret over her, she thought that was what John thought of her. Too skinny. Probably too rude. She tried to be nice though. His mum seemed to like her well enough.
  • Stranger: John answered the door with a smile, trying not to let it fall as he seen how skinny she was. He deeply cared for her and was the best person in his life. "Come on in." He greeted, taking a step back to let her in. Mrs. Watson smiled as she heard Sherlock being greeted. "Sherlock, dear, can I get you anything to drink?"
  • You: She stepped inside, slipping off her shoes, curling her toes underneath her, "I...water would be lovely." She turned to John, feeling as though she hadn't rightly seen him for too long. They spoke in the halls and they texted often, she knew everything he did but she hadn't been here, spent time with him for so long. Always busy studying. "Hi."
  • Stranger: "Hi." He greeted, giving her a warm smile. "I've missed you. It's been awhile since we actually hung out." He said, regretting it. He really wished they could hang out more than they did, but she was either too busy studying or he had practice.
  • You: She didn't know why she did it, in fact she had never done it before when greeting him, but she hugged him, the DVD still in hand, her small body settling against his. "Sorry," she said, pulling back and smiling a bit awkwardly.
  • Stranger: He laughed, bringing her back in for a hug and holding her close. "Don't be. You're here now." He assured, giving her a small squeeze before he released her.
  • You: Her smile melted from the unsure to something real as he pulled her back. He was easy, he understood that sometimes she didn't know what to do and how to act and he helped her. He was good that way, "Dinner?" she asked.
  • Stranger: He nodded. "Right, yeah. Mum and I were just making some pasta. Da's on business for the next few days." He explained, leading her into the kitchen where Mrs. Watson was. She turned her head to them. "Water's on the table, love. I'm almost finished with the sauce." She explained.
  • You: "You help cook?" she asked John, moving and taking the water, sipping it slowly as she watched John's mother. She always found them so curious. Her family had cooks and maids and her mother and father rarely spoke at the same time, it was nothing like John's family.
  • Stranger: His cheeks flushed. "Only the noodles. Mum's really the one that puts it together." He explained, moving to help her. "It's either both my boys help or I enjoy it myself." She said, smiling at Sherlock. "How have you been? School going alright?"
  • You: She nodded, "Straight A's, as usual. I've started another paper. Father says that this one ought to be published," she swallowed looking to John. "I thought I should take a break though. This seemed like the place to go." She smiled slightly, "It smells amazing, Mrs. Watson."
  • Stranger: "That's wonderful. And thank you. You know you're welcome here any time." She assured, watching her look at John. "John seems to be happier when you're here." She added, causing John to flush. He was glad that it was hidden as he made sure the noodles didn't stick together.
  • You: "John's always happy, he's always saying I'm the one who needs to learn to relax," she said, shrugging and moving over to her curiously, "Can I- Can I help?" she asked, biting her lip and wondering if she really could do anything here.
  • Stranger: She smiled. "Sure. If you'd like, all you have to do is stir slowly until it bubbles." She explained, letting her have the wooden spoon. John looked over, watching Sherlock fondly as his mum explained it to her.
  • You: She stood on her toes, looking into the pot and biting her lip in concentration as she started to stir slowly. "The cooks never let me in the kitchen. Well they did once, but I sort of...blew up the oven. In my defense I was five. But they haven't let me back in since."
  • Stranger: She laughed, patting her on the shoulder encouragingly. "Don't worry, you're doing fine." She assureded, going and setting the table. "Noodles are done." John announced as he drained the noodles and poured it back.
  • You: "Is this good?" she asked, the sauce starting to bubble like she had said it would. She looked to John's mum for help, making sure she hadn't done it wrong. For all her ease in the laboratory, put her in a kitchen and she'll panic.
  • Stranger: She went back to her, nodding. "It looks great." She assured as John brought the pot over to them. "Do you want to pour it?" He offered, looking at her.
  • You: She looked a bit wide eyed and did as she was instructed, pouring the sauce over the pasta and smiling when it looked right. She looked at John excitedly, perhaps too easily pleased for a woman so smart, but then...she never really had moments like this.
  • Stranger: John chuckled, putting it on the cooled stove. "That was great." He assured, Mrs. Watson smiling. "Let's eat." She said, handing them plates and silverware. "Garlic bread's on the table."
  • You: Sherlock sat where her water had been placed, happily beginning to eat and realizing that it had been about a day since she had last fed herself. Perhaps she should come here more often. She had lost several pounds since the summer, probably thanks to her not seeing John and his family as much. She ate dinner happily and when they finished she looked to John for instructions.
  • Stranger: John ate, talking with his mom about school and everything. He made sure to include Sherlock, thankful that his mother didn't say anything about Sherlock's weight. When they finished, he took his plate and Sherlock's before putting them in the sink. Mrs. Watson bid them goodnight, needing to be at work early before dawn. He kissed her cheek goodnight before he led Sherlock into the living room. "Want to watch the documentary?"
  • You: She nodded eagerly, "It's supposed to have new reveals that they've realized only recently!" she said, passing him the disc and trying not to get too pleased.
  • Stranger: He chuckled, putting it into the player and grabbing the remote. "It sounds fascinating." He assured genuinely, moving to sit next to her on the sofa.
  • You: "You're just being nice, aren't you?" she asked, looking at him and suddenly curious about why they always sat so far apart on this thing.
  • Stranger: "No no, it actually does sound interesting to watch." He assured, giving her a smile.
  • You: She smiled, shifting closer to him and reaching for the blanket, "Start it!" she said happily.
  • Stranger: He laughed, pressing play and putting the blanket on the both of them.
  • You: She was too enthralled with the documentary to really remember all the thoughts she had been having about all of this, about John. She did grab his arm during the exciting reveal of the new facts that probably meant very little to most people and she never really let go.
  • Stranger: He watched her every once in awhile, smiling slightly. He put a hand on hers when she grabbed his arm. She was beautiful when she got into things in such depth. He didn't know why he had always been worried about people thinking they were dating. Perhaps he was afraid she would never like him back? He didn't know.
  • You: She smiled when it ended, relaxing and realizing she had been leaning up towards the screen, realizing too that John's hand was on her's. She couldn't help the flicker of her lips as she looked to him, smiling, "Did you like it?"
  • Stranger: He nodded. "I did. I liked the new information they had on him." He explained, never having learned much on the killer like Sherlock had. It was amazing to learn about it and a bit mysterious.
  • You: She giggled happily, "Isn't it fascinating?" she opened her mouth to list off exactly why it was so fascinating but instead she closed it, choosing instead to lean her head against his shoulder, "Thank you."
  • Stranger: "It's no problem. I enjoyed it. Perhaps we can find other documentaries on serial killers." He explained, leaning against her forehead and closed his eyes.
  • You: "We're going to fall asleep here if you do that," she whispered, closing her eyes as well. She never realized how soft John was, all warm and muscle but really very soft underneath all that.
  • Stranger: He smiled and put an arm carefully around her. "And that's bad?" He asked softly, relaxing and letting her rest against him.
  • You: She opened her mouth, looking for a reason as she melted against him more easily than she expected, but she couldn't find one, "No," she said, breathing him in and smiling into his chest.
  • Stranger: He rubbed her back gently and slowly. "I really do miss you. I also worry about you." He whispered, wanting to make sure this was just between them in case Harry came home early.
  • You: She hummed softly, "Worry? Why do you worry?" she asked, looking up at him and frowning slightly, still quite happy with how they've come to be, laying together like this.
  • Stranger: "You've lost so much weight. I haven't realised how much until tonight." He explained, feeling guilty that he couldn't help her.
  • You: Then her frown became more real, "I...I've just been busy studying and sometimes I forget," she frowned, looking at John and thinking of their conversation before. "Is that why you never..."
  • Stranger: "No....It's not. Look..." He began softly, moving some hair from her face. "I really do like you. A lot."
  • You: "But?" she asked, closing her eyes and waiting for him to point out whatever fatal flaw it was that kept him from wanting her.
  • Stranger: "But I'm afraid that if they say it, it'll only get my hopes up." He murmured, watching her. "That maybe you won't like me as much as I like you."
  • You: She opened her eyes, scanning his face to look for some trace of him mocking her, "You...really?" she asked.
  • Stranger: "Yea.....I told you how attractive you are. I meant it." He assured, giving her a small smile. "You're beautiful."
  • You: She pressed up, kissing his cheek and wrapping herself around him as best she could, "I...I may not understand much...but you're the only person I've ever wanted to spend time with. Ever. There are murders and crimes, which are fascinating and then there's my studies. But there's always you."
  • Stranger: "I'm glad. I really care about you. You are a genius and you understand a lot. It's one of the reasons I'm attracted to you." He murmured, holding her closer.
  • You: "No one has ever really held me like this before," she whispered, holding him tightly, not wanting him to stop.
  • Stranger: He kissed her temple. "It's nice to hold you. So warm and soft." He whispered, feeling comfortable.
  • You: She swallowed nervously, "Kiss me, John," she whispered, "I may not be very good but...I want you to."
  • Stranger: He looked at her, gauging her expression. "Don't worry about being good or not." He whispered, pressing his lips against hers softly at first to get her adjusted.
  • You: She pressed up against him, feeling as though she might start shaking at any moment. She let him lead the kiss, the clearly more experienced partner. She kept her grip tight on him, not wanting to let him really pull away.
  • Stranger has disconnected.
2:57am April 29, 2014
  • You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
  • You both like sherstrade, teenlock, and johnlock.
  • You: You were kissing Jane at the party last night. SH (17, unestablished but they've been hooking up casually)
  • Stranger: Was not. GL
  • You: Was too, don't lie to me. You know that it doesn't work. SH
  • Stranger: No, no she was kissing me and I was just......kissing back. GL
  • You: Idiot. SH
  • Stranger: Pretty sure one of us was drunk. GL
  • You: I don't care. SH
  • I don't like seeing you with other people. SH
  • Stranger: Why? We're not together. GL
  • You: I know that. SH
  • Stranger: Then why does it matter who I kiss at a party? GL
  • You: I don't know. SH
  • Stranger: Stop being so uptight. GL
  • You: I'm not uptight! SH
  • Stranger: Yeah, you are. GL
  • You: And you're an idiot jock who can't keep it in his pants. SH
  • Stranger: Just so you know, all I did with Jane was kiss her. GL
  • You: [delayed] Whatever, forget I mentioned it. SH
  • Stranger: Sherlock, what the hell is your problem all of a sudden? GL
  • You: Nothing, I said forget it. SH
  • Are you staying over tonight? John will be out. SH
  • Stranger: No, something is different with you. GL
  • Yeah. GL
  • You: I'll order pizza. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. GL
  • You: ((Time jump?))
  • Sherlock waited impatiently, pizza on the table for Greg to arrive. He didn't know why he suddenly felt the need to be so possessive of Greg but he couldn't quite shut it off. He'd just have to get over it. He'd get over it tonight.
  • Stranger: Greg was running more behind that he had originally thought due to getting out of practice late. He had thought it a good idea to shower before heading to Sherlock's so his hair was still wet. His fist tapped lightly against the door. "It's me."
  • You: He opened the door, half relieved and half annoyed, "You look like an idiot with wet hair," he said, turning back to the room and heading for the table, "A sexy idiot but an idiot."
  • Stranger: He scoffed at the comment, "Oi! That's not very nice," he replied as he followed him to the table, "I ever brought that beer that you like as a way to make up for being late because I didn't want to reek of sweat."
  • You: "We're about to fuck all night, you'll reek of sweat soon enough," he commented, taking a piece of pizza and biting into it, holding out his hand for one of the beers.
  • Stranger: "Not as meaningful if I go into it already stinking," he remarked, handing him a beer before grabbing a slice of pizza for himself.
  • You: He rolled his eyes, focusing on his pizza, he didn't want to think about him kissing Jane but it was all his mind seemed to want to conjure up, "You made me wait on you for meaningful sweat?"
  • Stranger: He gave a slight nod between bites, it was a reasonable thing to do in his mind. With a shrug, he opened a beer and took a long drink, "It wasn't that long. Want me to just show up naked next time?"
  • You: He smiled slightly at the thought, "Hm," he hummed, seriously considering it. "At least put a bow on it or something," he teased.
  • Stranger: He shook his head with a laugh, "Nah, I've got nothing to hide," he replied, playfully raising an eyebrow, "Might even be able to convince someone to join in on the fun with us."
  • You: He wasn't able to stop his scowl in time and chose to shove a large bite of pizza in his mouth to avoid answering.
  • Stranger: "Why the fuck are you so possessive lately?" he asked curiously, having caught the brief scowl.
  • You: He rolled his eyes, taking a long swig of the beer, "I am just not interested in a threesome, that makes me possessive?"
  • Stranger: He practically crammed the rest of his pizza in his mouth, "That's not what I'm talking about. I mean how you reacted to me kissing Jane."
  • You: He tossed down the rest of his pizza, suddenly not interested in eating, "I told you it was nothing, just forget it." He stood, moving towards the bedroom and pulling off his shirt.
  • Stranger: He sighed heavily, putting the rest of the pizza in the fridge, "Fine." He followed him into the bedroom, eyes raking over his back, "Have I mentioned how fucking sexy you are?"
  • You: "Shut up and kiss me," he said simply, flopping back onto the bed.
  • Stranger: "Yes sir," he purred, pouncing on top of him and kissing him roughly.
  • You: He moaned, thankful they didn't need to talk anymore. He could forget about that stupid girl he had been kissing now, he didn't need to pretend he wasn't possessive. He could get it out of his system tonight, he would possess him tonight and then he could let him go to kiss other people. He moved to kiss his neck, tugging at the boy's shirt.
  • Stranger: He got the hint and pulled his shirt up over his head before throwing it across the room. Humming, he started to work at the other's neck, biting lightly.
  • You: He started to suck, marking him in a way that he would pretend was accidental his short nails clawing down his bare back.
  • Stranger: He tipped his head back with a low moan, "Fuck, Sherlock," he hissed, hands working at getting his trousers undone.
  • You: He let the man do as he pleased, loving the way his name sounded on his lips, "Say that a lot tonight," he whispered, moving down to help him.
  • Stranger: He nodded slightly, hand moving in to dark curls, "Gonna have me screaming your name tonight, huh baby?" he asked with a smirk,
  • You: "Don't make me slap you," he warned, flipping them and tugging down both of their trousers, rutting them together.
  • Stranger: "I like when you're rough," he purred, gasping as his hips came up to meet the other's.
  • You: He laughed, slapping him just because he could, "Did you like that, then?" he taunted, rutting against him still.
  • Stranger: He nodded slightly, "I like anything you do when you rub against me like that," he murmured, leaning up to kiss at his collarbone.
  • You: He had to admit he liked being able to slap him, that feeling, he liked being in control of him. Oh, this was getting bad. "I want you to top, yeah?" he said, afraid that if he did he wouldn't be able to stop, "Fuck me into the mattress, /baby/?" he asked. He kept rutting against him all along.
  • Stranger: "My pleasure," he hummed as he flipped them again. He slid down between his legs, hands slowly pulling down his pants. "On you back, stomach, or doggy?" he asked as he rummaged around the bedside table for lube and a condom.
  • You: "On my back, I want to see you," he said, smirking slightly, "I like watching your face when you come, it's very sexy knowing what I can do to you," he hummed, leaning up to kiss his chest, marking him there too.
  • Stranger: He gave a nod as he coated his fingers with lube and put one of Sherlock's legs over his shoulder. "You just like having something in that tight arse of yours," he teased as he slowly slipped in one finger.
  • You: He gave a soft moan, closing his eyes and arching up slightly, "Fuck," he murmured, biting his lip. He felt tighter than he was used to, he needed to relax.
  • Stranger: He gently rubbed his thigh with his other hand to relax him, "You can take more than that," he murmured. Oh he was going to tease like crazy as he loosened him up.
  • You: He let out a shuddering sigh, trying to relax, and nodding for him to continue when he felt he could take it. His body craved him as much as his mind now, this was getting so dangerous.
  • Stranger: He worked in a second finger. With his other hand, he started to slowly stroke him as his fingers worked in and out of him. Smirking, he crooked his fingers in search of that one particular spot.
  • You: He cursed loudly when his searching fingers found what they were looking for, his hands curling in the sheets to keep from grabbing at him.
  • Stranger: He smiled and rubbed the spot for a moment before starting to scissor his fingers. "You make such pretty sounds, Sherlock," he whispered.
  • You: "So do you, Gregory," he whispered, rocking his hips so that he was practically riding the man's fingers.
  • Stranger: He groaned, something about the way he said his proper name was just hot. Without warning, he removed his fingers, and opened a condom. "Ready for me?"
  • You: "Fuck," he hissed at the sudden removal, nodding headily anyway, wrapping his legs around Greg's hips.
  • Stranger: Greg grinned as he slowly pushed inside. Once he was fully seated inside of Sherlock, he slowly started moving.
  • You: He gritted his teeth at the stretch but gasped as his cock found his prostate quickly and he let out a strangled groan.
  • Stranger: "Fuck you so good, don't I?" he asked as he started to move faster, hands gripping tightly to his hips to keep each movement steady.
  • You: "Come here," he moaned, pulling him down so that his own cock was caught between their stomachs as they rocked their hips into each other, "Kiss me."
  • Stranger: His hands fisted into the sheets at either side of Sherlock. He nipped at his bottom lip before kissing him hard.
  • You: He brought his hands up, clawing at Greg's back, certain his body would be a wreck with marks and bruises when they were done.
  • Stranger: His hips pistoned into Sherlock, moving as fast and as hard in and out of him as he possibly could.
  • You: He was already getting close and he didn't even bother warning him before screaming and coming over both of their chests.
  • Stranger: He leaned back and gripped tightly to his hips and he thrust into him with abandon, stilling only after he'd released into the condom.
  • You: He started to laugh once he had caught his breath enough to do so, "There it is, you reek of sweat," He teased squeezing his legs to push Greg a little bit deeper before he would pull out. He hated that part, it felt very hollow for a minute after he did that.
  • Stranger: He rolled his eyes as he pulled out, quickly disposing of the condom, "Oh shut up," he retorted as he fell down onto the bed. "You done with me for the night or will there be a round two?" he asked.
  • You: ((Just in case, my email is))
  • "And three and four," he managed, smirking slightly as he looked over his body, "Though you may fall apart first," he teased, quite pleased with his work.
  • Stranger: "I can handle anything you throw at me," he said smugly, "Besides, you'll be quite sore in the morning after that," he reminded with a chuckle.
  • You: He raised his brows, panting still despite himself, "Perhaps I'll just have to take you now and then we'll both be limping around tomorrow."
  • Stranger: He playfully nipped at the boy's shoulder, "Think you can fuck me as good as I fuck you? You're practically drunk with lust the moment you get my trousers undone."
  • You: "Your trousers are already undone and I'm just fine thank you," he taunted, rolling over and moving to bite and suck at Greg's chest while they waited for their refractory period to end. He was littering him with marks, something he didn't normal do and wasn't going to help with Greg calling him possessive, but he couldn't quite help it.
  • Stranger: He carded his fingers through dark curls and simply lay back. He wasn't going to question Sherlock, not until he was leaving. There was no point in ruining a perfectly good night of sex by asking the wrong thing.
  • You: After some time of breathless cuddling he reached for the lube, "I can hear you thinking from down here," he whispered, slowly coating his fingers and moving to kneel between Greg's legs.
  • Stranger: With a scoff, he spread his legs, "Just thinking about how good you'll feel inside of me," he replied with a smirk.
  • You: "Liar," he murmured, leaning down and pressing a finger inside of him. He let his his other hand slowly start to stroke his still slick cock.
  • Stranger: His back arched slightly with a moan, hips rocking back against the finger. "More, god, more," he begged.
  • You: "What's that baby? I can't hear you," he murmured, enjoying being able to taunt him like this. He liked having the power here and he wanted to hear him say his name.
  • Stranger: "More, Sherlock, fuck, please. Just fuck me already," he groaned, eyes closing as he grabbed the sheets and fucked himself on the fingers.
  • You: Sherlock took his time anyway, letting Greg whimper and beg, staring at his perfectly marked up chest. God, he was beautiful. Finally, when he'd had enough, he pulled open a condom and rolled it on, "Beg me again," he ordered, pulling his fingers back.
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1:48am April 29, 2014
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  • You: Did you mean it when you said you think I'd make a good boyfriend. GL
  • You: *?
  • Stranger: Of course. SH
  • You: My ex-wife didn't seem to agree with you. Do you like Chinese food? GL
  • Stranger: Your ex-wife has no idea what she's missing out on. Yes, I do. SH
  • You: You free Saturday? GL
  • Stranger: Yes. SH
  • You: Have dinner with me? GL
  • Stranger: I'd love to. Are you sure? SH
  • You: Very sure. GL
  • Stranger: I probably wouldn't make a good boyfriend, you know that, right? SH
  • You: Well you'd be the only boyfriend I've ever had. So I guess I wouldn't have much to compare you to. GL
  • Stranger: Alright. SH
  • You: We'll have dinner, we'll have a good time and we'll figure the rest out, yeah? GL
  • Stranger: Sounds perfect. SH
  • You: Fuck it. You free now? GL
  • Stranger: Yes. SH
  • You: I'm coming over. If I bring pizza will you eat it? GL
  • Stranger: Maybe. SH
  • You: I'm taking that as a yes. GL
  • Stranger: If I eat the pizza, will you kiss me? SH
  • You: Oh god yes. GL
  • Stranger: Then I'll eat anything you want. SH
  • You: Sherlock Holmes, you're already doing very well. I'll be over in ten. GL
  • Stranger: Good. Hurry. SH
  • You: Greg knocked on Sherlock's door impatiently, holding a pizza box in his hand and biting his lip. He felt something impressive twisting in his gut. He felt a sort of excitement he hadn't felt since before he got engaged.
  • Stranger: Sherlock smiled when he heard Greg knock and hurried to open the door, taking the pizza from his hands. "That wasn't nearly fast enough, I had time to get nervous. Come in."
  • You: He smirked slightly, coming inside and stopping in front of him, "I promise never to let you think about this again," he teased, leaning in and kissing him hard before they had a chance to go eat.
  • Stranger: Sherlock hummed happily and kissed him back, pulling him closer.
  • You: "God, you taste good," he whispered against his mouth, smiling brilliantly.
  • Stranger: "So do you. Fantastic." Sherlock mumbled against his lips before kissing him again.
  • You: He could barely think straight, all he could think about was the way Sherlock's lips felt against him. "We should have done this much sooner," he whispered.
  • Stranger: "You were married for a while, it's your fault." Sherlock smirked and nipped his lip before taking a step back. "The food is going to get cold."
  • You: He chuckled, taking his hand and dragging him up the steps, "C'mon, you got a movie we can cuddle and ignore?"
  • Stranger: Sherlock nodded, letting go of his hand when they were upstairs to go and get plates. "I'm sure John has something fittingly boring. Those James-something films he made me watch are all still lying next to the telly, pick something."
  • You: "James something? Do you mean Bond?" he laughed, licking his lips as he moved and picked out a film and placed it into the player before flopping onto the sofa and pulling out a slice, eating it before he had the plate Sherlock was bringing him. "We will still have a proper date Saturday, by the way, I just couldn't wait."
  • Stranger: "Yes, that's it. Boring name, not enough syllables." Sherlock said as he sat down next to him, handing him a plate. "Where will that proper date take place?"
  • You: "Wherever the fuck you want it to, baby?" he said with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around him, and kissing his neck.
  • Stranger: Sherlock chuckled and leaned closer to him, moaning softly at the kiss. "Baby?"
  • You: "Not good? You prefer gorgeous? Sexy? Pet? Love?" he teased, kissing him between each one. "Great and beautiful detective?" He laughed.
  • Stranger: "Hm, all of that." Sherlock said, smiling softly, "I could even live with Baby if you keep doing that."
  • You: He chuckled, "I'll call you whatever you want, baby," he murmured, offering Sherlock a bite of his pizza, "C'mon now, you promised."
  • Stranger: Sherlock took a bite and then smiled at him. "That's surprisingly good."
  • You: He hummed pleasantly, "I know some good restaurants, I'll take you til all of them. Then you'll eat like a normal person and weigh a normal amount," he taunted. He wondered why this was so easy, something about this felt like it out to be more complicated.
  • Stranger: Sherlock leaned up to kiss him again. "I can't eat during cases. But when I'm free, you're welcome to take me wherever you like."
  • You: "Careful, I may not give you cases just to make sure our dates stay in tact," he teased, taking another large bite of pizza.
  • Stranger: "That's absolutely unacceptable." Sherlock said immediately. "If I find out you're doing that, I'll withhold any kind sex. ...Well, if we're doing that kind of thing."
  • You: He paused, smirking slightly, "I would very much like to have a lot of sex with you, Sherlock Holmes. So yes, I suppose we're going to be doing that kind of thing. If you're okay with that, that is."
  • Stranger: Sherlock bit his lip and nodded. "I think I am, yes."
  • You: "Good," he murmured, kissing him deeply. "We'll take it easy okay? Very easy, as slowly as we're comfortable. You'll have to be honest with me. Honest always, yeah?"
  • Stranger: Sherlock wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, kissing him again. "Thank you. Always, I promise."
  • You: "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he smirked, trailing his thumb over that really sharp cheekbone. Sherlock Holmes was in his arms and holding him back. "I never thought this would actually happen."
  • Stranger: "Neither did I. I did think about it a lot, though." Sherlock said softly, leaning into his touch. "But you're far better looking than me."
  • You: He smiled, "We'll agree to disagree then, baby," he whispered, leaning their foreheads together, "You've only had one bite."
  • Stranger: "Alright." Sherlock said softly, running a hand through Greg's hair. "What do I get if I eat another?"
  • You: He bit his lip, trying to think this through, "A very sloppy suckjob from a man who doesn't know what he's doing?" he offered, biting his lip.
  • Stranger: Sherlock moaned softly at the thought. "God yes... And don't worry, I can't compare your skills to anyone else's."
  • You: He kissed him sloppily. "Well we'll learn together then, yeah?" he said.
  • Stranger: "Sounds good." Sherlock mumbled against his lips.
  • You: "Eat that slice of pizza, dummy." He let his hand come down to the younger man's thigh.
  • Stranger: "Don't distract me, then." Sherlock complained, taking a big bite out of the slice.
  • You: He chuckled, "I would be a fool if I didn't distract you," he murmured, sucking on his neck.
  • Stranger: "I'll choke on pizza and you'll never know whether I'm any good at blowjobs." Sherlock said, smirking around another bite.
  • You: He chuckled, "It's a good thing I know the Heimlich then," he said, he shook his head, smirking against his neck as he bruised the skin, pleased with himself. for marking his lover.
  • Stranger: Sherlock moaned and stuffed the rest of the pizza into his mouth. "There, done. ...God, I never knew my neck was that sensitive."
  • You: He laughed, leaning up to kiss his mouth again, "Good boy, do you want your reward here and now?" he hummed.
  • Stranger: "Maybe we should move to the bedroom..." Sherlock suggested.
  • You: "Yes sir," he teased, pulling the man up, "You ready for some really fumbled oral sex?" he teased, kissing his forehead.
  • Stranger: "You make it sound horrible." Sherlock complained with a grimace, pressing a kiss to his lips. "But of course I am."
  • You: "I'll do my best, yeah, baby?" he said, bringing him inside and pressing him down against the bed.
  • Stranger: Sherlock hummed and pulled him down with him, leaning in to kiss his neck. "I'm sure you will."
  • You: He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, "You're so gorgeous," he murmured, kissing the revealed flesh.
  • Stranger: Sherlock arched his back with a low moan. "Yes you are."
  • You: He chuckled slightly pulling at his belt as he worked him slightly.
  • You: ((Brb))
  • Stranger: ((ok))
  • Stranger: "God..." Sherlock breathed, "You need to hurry up."
  • You: He chuckled, "Then take your complicated clothes off yourself," he teased, pulling off his own shirt.
  • Stranger: "Fine." Sherlock sat up and tugged his clothes off as fast as he could, carelessly throwing them over the edge of the bed.
  • You: He smiled brilliantly, not bothering to take his own jeans off, too distracted by the gorgeous sight of him.
  • Stranger: "Not fair," Sherlock mumbled, reaching down to cup him through his jeans, "I want to see you."
  • You: He gasped, "Don't do that or we'll be fucking before I can stop myself," he murmured, reaching forward to stroke Sherlock, timid and yet so brave.
  • Stranger: Sherlock gasped, bucking his hips. "Ah, god... Fine with me."
  • You: "I'll hurt you, we don't have anything we need," he murmured, leaning down and carefully, slowly adjusting to what he was about to do, stuck out his tongue and licked up the length of him.
  • Stranger: He moaned breathlessly, concentrating on keeping his hips still. "Nightstand. Left over from an experiment. Don't stop..."
  • You: He kept licking at him, wanting to feel all of him against his tongue. His skin was so smooth.
  • Stranger: Sherlock closed his eyes with a low groan. "God, Greg..."
  • You: He keeps circling his tongue around his tip unsure if he could take his head into his mouth.
  • Stranger: "More, please." Sherlock gasped, running a hand through Greg's hair.
  • You: He did as he was told, even if he was terrified of gagging. He slowly opened his mouth, careful to keep his teeth away and sunk down.
  • Stranger: Sherlock let out a low moan. "Oh god yes..."
  • You: He only got about half of him in that first time as he drew back up, taking it very slow as he tried to figure out how to do this. He wanted to call all his past girlfriends and thank them for doing this.
  • Stranger: "You're doing fine, stop worrying." Sherlock mumbled breathlessly, "I can hear you thinking up here..."
  • You: He laughed and he could feel the vibrations of it funneling into his cock. He started to work faster, needing to make him feel good.
  • Stranger: Sherlock chuckled lightly, trailing off in a low moan as Greg moved faster.
  • You: He pumped him, his hand coming down to take the bit he couldn't think he could take into his mouth into his hand.
  • Stranger: Sherlock bit his lip, moaning breathlessly. "You need to- God, you need to stop or I'll-"
  • You: He didn't dare stop, wanting so much to make him come. He himself was already hard as a rock in his jeans.
  • Stranger: Sherlock came a moment later with a low moan, arching his back.
  • You: He gagged as Sherlock released into his mouth and managed to keep it all in his mouth as he coughed, swallowing the man's release. "Oh wow."
  • Stranger: "You're taking the words right out of my mouth..." Sherlock breathed, looking down at him with dark eyes. "Your mouth feels amazing..."
  • You: He leaned up, moving so that he was lying on the bed next to him, "That was good, you're good," He felt a bit breathless, "I'll get better at that, I won't gag soon."
  • Stranger: "You'll kill me if you get any better." Sherlock said, smirking lightly. "Can I try now?"
  • You: He chuckled, leaning back, his chest still heaving, his jeans and pants the only barrier between his hard on and Sherlock's perfect mouth.
  • You: "Be my guest."
  • Stranger: Sherlock slowly pulled down Greg's jeans and licked his lips at the sight, then leaned down and licked a stripe up his length.
  • You: "Fuck," he hissed, reaching forward a hand to tangle in his hair. He wanted to feel him, every bit of this.
  • Stranger: Sherlock moaned at the feeling and did it again, then he sucked the head between his lips, sucking lightly.
  • You: He didn't want to close his eyes, wanting to watch every second of this and memorize it.
  • Stranger: Sherlock looked up at him, humming softly as he slowly took him deeper.
  • You: "Oh Sherlock," he moaned loudly wanting this to never end, how could he do all that the first time? He couldn't have taken that much of Sherlock's cock.
  • Stranger: Sherlock ran his hands over Greg's thighs, trying to take in even more before pulling back a little, taking a deep breath. "You taste incredible..." he mumbled before closing his lips around him again.
  • You: He was practically writhing beneath him, needing more and more as made sure to keep his hips still, trying desperately not to thrust up into his mouth, "Fuck, yes, just like that."
  • Stranger: "I love hearing you swear like that..." Sherlock breathed, moving his hands up to Greg's hips to hold him steady. He tried to take even more of him into his mouth, swallowing around him.
  • You: "Fuck!" he screamed, nearly close to coming, "I'm close, Sherlock, I'm so close."
  • Stranger: Sherlock pulled back a little so he could move faster and closed his fingers around the rest of his length.
  • You: "Yes, oh fuck," He mumbled warnings as he got closer until he snapped, coming into the man's mouth with a shout.
  • Stranger: Sherlock swallowed, caughing a little as he pulled back. "Ah, I see the difficulty here..."
  • You: He coughed a laugh, pulling him forward and hugging him to him.
  • Stranger: Sherlock snuggled close to him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "That was... good."
  • You: "We'll figure out the real sex bit later," he murmured, pleased with the way the man pressed against him, "This is good. I'm glad... glad you said what you did, you made me realize it was stupid staying away from you."
  • Stranger: "It was extraordinarily stupid." Sherlock agreed, closing his eyes with a content sigh. "I look forward to figuring out things with you."
  • You: "Yeah, well that's what you get for dating an idiot like me," he teased.
  • Stranger: "Could be worse." Sherlock said, opening his eyes again to look up at him, "You're my favourite idiot."
  • You: He chuckled, kissing him softly, "Now that's what I like to hear," he teased, running a hand through his hair, "It's okay if I stay here with you, right?"
  • Stranger: "Of course." Sherlock smiled and wrapped an arm around him. "I don't want you to leave anyway."
  • You: "Good, because I wasn't going," he murmured, kissing his neck all over.
  • Stranger: "Good." Sherlock moaned softly, leaning his head back to give him more access.
  • You: "So," he whispered soothingly, "Where do you want to go to dinner Saturday?"
  • Stranger: "Angelo's is always nice..." Sherlock said softly.
  • You: "Sure, baby," he whispered, kissing his forehead, "Anything you want. Everything you want."
  • Stranger: Sherlock closed his eyes again, smiling softly. "Angelo will be happy to see me bring a date... And... everything you want, too. No matter what."
  • You: "A real date and not John," he teased, closing his eyes too, "Get some sleep, I've got a case for you tomorrow."
  • Stranger: "Sounds good." Sherlock said, snuggling closer to him. Very, very quietly he added "I love you."
  • You: He couldn't help the faint smile on his lips as he whispered back, "As I love you."
  • Stranger: Sherlock smiled and buried his head in Greg's shoulder. "Good night."
  • You: "Night, my idiot," he whispered, so incredibly pleased with his lover in his arms.
  • ((That was so incredibly cute))
  • Stranger: ((Yes!! But I should have gone to sleep ages ago... :S))
  • You: ((I'll let you go now, dear :D Sleep tight!))
  • Stranger: ((Thanks. Bye, and thanks for rp-ing with me! :D))
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1:18pm April 28, 2014
Anonymous asked: Question for you. Does anyone rp clean Johnlock rps? I love Johnlock and I love all the fluff and action that can go into it, but I'm rubbish at writing smut. I always seem to lose good rps because of this. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't enjoy rping smut.

I have to admit, I think writing smut is fun but there are definitely writers who don’t need or want smut when they RP! If you message me off anon I’d love to RP with you!

10:34pm April 21, 2014
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  • You: The arrangement was purely physical. When Sherlock's mind became over whelmed and he needed release, he went to John. John would fuck him, suck him off, pump him until he came and then they would go back to their purely platonic relationship where John had girlfriends and Sherlock had cases. They didn't talk about it, not except during and they never, never kissed on the mouth. Sherlock landed on John's bed with a plop, his hands already unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't say a word, merely waited for John to react to him.
  • Stranger: And you know what? John fucking hated this arrangement. He wasn't... he wasn't that guy. He only did it because there was no other way to have Sherlock. Sherlock wasn't going to date him, Sherlock wasn't going to ever look at him and see anything but his blogger. And so, he... he just slutted around with and only with Sherlock, doing anything he wanted, doing anything to watch his face when he came, to hear him call out the doctor's name. He had been folding away clothes in his drawers when the detective threw himself onto the bed, "Do you even ask anymore?" He lifted an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder.
  • You: "John, could you stop folding clothes and fuck me harder than you've ever done before?" He hummed, smirking slightly as he looked up at him, pulling his shirt off and tossing it at him, "Please." He had realized more and more how much he thought about these encounters, how he wanted John even when he didn't /need/ him.
  • Stranger: John smirked and batted away the shirt that was thrown at him before taking off his own, "Trousers off, boy," He drawled, dropping all of his own clothes one by one. If Shelrock wanted to get fucked hard, John was going to /dominate/. When he wasn't quick enough, the soldier grabbed and ankle and yanked him to the end of the bed, "I said. Trousers. Off,"
  • You: He gasped, loving this immediately, "Oh, what did I do to bring this out? I /like/ this," he said, quickly throwing his trousers to the ground, he bit his lip looking up at John with a pleading face, "What now, Sir?" he asked, letting the word slip off his tongue.
  • Stranger: Tilting his head to the side, he let his eyes roam over a naked Sherlock. Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous. What he wouldn't do to actually know that this body was his, his to kiss, his to worship, his to fuck, to hold. "On your knees," John lifted an eyebrow, sliding his belt from the loops.
  • You: He sat up, moving to rest on his knees before him, knocking the laundry basket off the bed as he did so, "Yes, Sir," he whispered. watching his hands with such sincere interest.
  • Stranger: John folded the belt in half and brought it down twice, one for each pale cheek, lightly. "Sorry, what was that? I can't hear you,"
  • You: "Fuck," he hissed, John had never hurt him like this before, he had never done anything like this, it was perfect, it was exactly what he was craving, "Yes, Sir!"
  • Stranger: John had fucked him. John had got him off. But something in him was breaking down, something in him wanted to /own/ Sherlock. "Again," He commanded, dropping the belt three more times.
  • You: "Yes, yes, fuck yes, Sir!" he managed, shivering as John's hand stopped, wanting to be soothed, wanting to feel his tongue, his kiss, his touch. Wanting to hurt and be consoled.
  • Stranger: Once more he brought the belt down before he dropped it, placing one knee on the bed and leaning over, pressing his lips to red skin. He licked and kissed and laved over the abused skin, murmuring of how well he'd taken it, how beautiful he looked like this.
  • You: He moaned, dropping his head down onto his arms, "Oh, John," he murmured, far more intimately than he usually allowed to leave his mouth. Why was this so different from their usual fucking?
  • Stranger: Groaning against his skin, he opened his jaw and then closed his teeth down on Sherlock's ripe arse. "Beautiful," He moaned, "You're fuckin' gorgeous,"
  • You: He gasped, loving how John was treating him now, "More," he whimpered, begging for him to give him everything now. He wanted to be fucked like this but he also desperately needed to see him now. He desperately wanted to taste his mouth.
  • Stranger: John squeezed his hip hard, "That's not how good boys ask," He groaned, moving up to cover Sherlock's body with his own.
  • You: "Please, Sir, I want to feel you inside me," He said, wanting to turn and wrap his legs around him, "I want nothing more than to feel you, all of you."
  • Stranger: He was pressed chest to back, the scruff of his cheek due to the evening hour scratching Sherlock's neck. He wanted to kiss him. But that was never allowed. "You still open from yesterday?"
  • You: He hummed, pressing against him, "Yes, just need a little reminder," he whispered turning his head and looking at him, so dangerously close to his mouth.
  • Stranger: He reached over and grabbed lube and condoms from the drawer, both of which he ripped open with his teeth accomponied by a growl, "Going to fuck you like mad, Sherlock,"
  • You: "Yes, please," he murmured, wondering if John ever spoke like this to his girlfriends, if he would ever spank them or have them lie arse up for him to do as he pleased.
  • Stranger: The quick answer? Rarely, and never as genuinely as he meant it with Sherlock. "All I want to hear by the end of this-..." He hissed, rolling on a condom, "Is my name, got it?"
  • You: "Yes, Sir," he whispered, pressing up onto his elbows to make his entry easier for both of them.
  • Stranger: Lining himself up after applying lube, he pushed in, slowly and with a low growl. To keep from shouting at how fucking /tight/ he was, he bit into the meat of Sherlock's shoulder.
  • You: Sherlock nearly screamed, stretched and filled so completely that the spark of pain in his shoulder was nearly blissful.
  • Stranger: "Yes," He hissed after a moment, beginning a slow rock and holding onto Sherlock's hips. They're cheeks kept brushing, he wanted to turn their heads just /that/ much...
  • You: "Oh God," he moaned, wrapping his arm back and sitting up with him inside so that this was completely different for them, his face buried inside his neck as he bit and sucked and panted, "Fuck, John, oh fuck," he moaned like a whore against his skin.
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11:33pm April 13, 2014
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  • You: Why don't we have sex? SH
  • Stranger: [Are they already together?]
  • You: ((Whatever you want! I leave it open to see what people come up with!))
  • Stranger: [Okay c:] Uh.. What? Are you drunk? -SH
  • Stranger: *JW
  • You: No, I'm curious. You always talk about when you have intercourse with your girlfriends but we've never had sex before. SH
  • Stranger: Yes, and? You're my best friend, I'm not going to sleep with you -JW
  • You: You are attracted to me though. SH
  • Stranger: [no reply]
  • You: I know you're not busy. You're on your lunch break. You have no reason not to answer me. SH
  • Besides, you don't have a girlfriend and your masturbation frequency has nearly doubled. SH
  • Stranger: Why are we talking about this? -JW
  • You: Because I'm curious. SH
  • Stranger: Fine, I'm attracted to you. Happy? -JW
  • You: I have a solution. SH
  • Stranger: And what's that? -JW
  • You: Obvious isn't it. We have sex. My curiosity is satisfied, your surprisingly high sex drive also satisfied. SH
  • Stranger: You.. Actually want to? -JW
  • You: I told you. I'm curious. SH
  • Stranger: Um.. Okay.. -JW
  • You: You have another five hours of work, yes? SH
  • Stranger: Yeah -JW
  • You: That gives me five hours to prepare. I assume you'd like to top due to your natural preference for women? SH
  • Stranger: Yeah, well I've never done this before -JW
  • You: Drunken fumbles in college, lonely nights in the army, you've been with a man before, just not to this extent. SH
  • Stranger: How did you know about that? -JW
  • You: Obvious. SH
  • You: The way you look at me, you know what you want. SH
  • Stranger: Yeah.. -JW
  • You: You wouldn't do that if you had never touched a man before, you'd be more curious, less sure. SH
  • Stranger: I have done things with a man, but I've never gone all the way -JW
  • Stranger: I have done things with a man, but I've never gone all the way -JW
  • You: That was enough to satisfy you for now. But you're interested and I'm interested. SH
  • Stranger: Interested in this, or interested in me? -JW
  • You: Hm, both. SH
  • Stranger: Alright -JW
  • You: Really? SH
  • Stranger: Of course -SH
  • Stranger: *JW
  • You: Good, then I will start my research now. SH
  • Stranger: What research? -SH
  • You: Positions, dirty talk, things you would find preferable. SH
  • Stranger: Hm. Okay -SH
  • You: Any suggestions for where I should start? SH
  • Stranger: Uh.. I don't know. -SH
  • You: You ought to tell me you know. I can act them out, your wildest fantasies, anything you want from me. SH ((You keep signing it as SH when you're JW))
  • Stranger: ((Sorry it's like 4am here so I'm sort of half asleep)) Really? -JW
  • You: Really. Anything you can think of. Within reason of course. I have very few fantasies, yours can be mine. SH
  • Stranger: Well what are yours? -JW
  • You: They all involve you. SH
  • Stranger: Involve me doing what? -JW
  • You: Fucking me. Typically at a crime scene, in our shower, when I'm bored you take care of me and when it's too much you calm me. SH
  • Stranger: [delayed] Wow -JW
  • You: Good? SH
  • Stranger: Very good -JW
  • You: Take care of me, Doctor Watson. SH
  • Stranger: Sherlock. -JW
  • You: Hm? SH
  • Stranger: Wait until I get home -JW
  • You: Research, John. I'm just doing research. SH
  • Stranger: Yes I know, but getting hard at work is a little awkward -JW
  • You: Am I arousing you, John? SH
  • Do you like being called Doctor this way? SH
  • What about Sir or Daddy? SH
  • Stranger: Um.. Sir's good -JW
  • You: Very good? Good like Doctor Watson? SH
  • Stranger: Yes -JW
  • You: I see. SH
  • You: Anything else I ought to know, Sir? SH
  • Stranger: [delayed] Uh.. Don't think so -JW
  • You: Any particularly sensitive spots? SH
  • Stranger: Neck -JW
  • You: Noted. SH
  • Stranger: Right, okay. Good. -JW
  • Stranger: Right, okay. Good. -JW
  • You: I will see you at 5. SH
  • Stranger: See you -JW
  • You: ((Time skip?))
  • Stranger: ((Yeah okay))
  • You: Sherlock was waiting impatiently on John's bed, completely naked and completely impatient.
  • You're late. SH
  • Stranger: John rolled his eyes at Sherlocks text, walking into the living room. "Sherlock?" He called, not seeing the detective anywhere.
  • You: "Bedroom," he called, playing with the medical text on his nightstand, smirking as he heard his voice.
  • Stranger: "Sorry I was late, I was talking to-" He was cut off when he saw Sherlock naked on his bed. He felt himself harden and blushed slightly.
  • You: "Talking to someone when you knew I was waiting," he hummed, enjoying the reaction John was having to him, "Tsk, tsk, John. I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me."
  • Stranger: John swallowed. "S-sorry." He stuttered. He hesitated for a second before walking forward and kissing him roughly.
  • You: He hummed when he pulled away, "Interesting," he murmured, licking his lips and tasting him on his tongue, "Very /satisfying/," his eyes lit up, "Sir, you're still very dressed."
  • Stranger: "Right. Of course." John smirked slightly before removing his jacket and jumper.
  • You: Beautiful, this was what he wanted from him, he hoped this would have the calming effect he prayed it did. He had been going mad, no cases for nearly a week.
  • Stranger: John kept his eyes on Sherlock as he removed the rest of his clothing, grinning at him. "Like what you see?" He asked.
  • You: He nodded eagerly, "Yes, sir," he murmured spreading his legs, "Do you Doctor Watson?"
  • Stranger: John swallowed and nodded. "Definitely." He said softly, unable to keep the smile from his face.
  • You: "Doctor, I think I need a prostate exam," he murmured, smirking despite himself.
  • Stranger has disconnected.