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Victoria/Alex RP (gets smutty around the end…)

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I didn't even know I wanted this: Alex Moran Moriarty/ Ethan Lestrade Holmes rp

• Stranger: Come on, Ethan. Just one date. Or one shag. I promise I won't tell daddy Britain. -AMM
• Wouldn't it be nice? So /dangerous/, shagging the son of your father's enemy? -AMM
• You: I told you Alex, I can't. I'm under surveillance all the time ELH
• Stranger: I'm sure there would be a way around it. -AMM
• You: If you can get all the security cameras that follow me everywhere I go to stop working, than yeah, I'll go out with you. ELH
• Stranger: You really need to get your father to let up on that. -AMM
• You: I know. But it's just what he does. It doesn't help that my Dad is chief of police either. ELH
• Stranger: Very true. Well, this is a bit unfortunate, then. -AMM
• You: One place that I'm not monitored is in my own home... You could sneak up the back wall if you /really/ want to see me. ELH
• Stranger: I do. And I'm rather good at climbing. What time should I be over? -AMM
• You: 9:30, my parents go to sleep pretty early. Come up the back driveway, and I'm the second window to the left on the third floor. EHL
• Stranger: Alright. I'll be there. -AMM
• You: For the love of god, be quiet when you get here. ELH
• Stranger: Believe me, I want them to wake up about as much as you do. -MM
• Stranger: *AMM
• Stranger: You wouldn't run the risk of physically being killed if they found out. -AMM
• You: They wouldn't kill you... just lock you up and interrogate you with the possibility of torturing you. ELH
• You: You're willing to risk that just to see me? ELH
• Stranger: Of course, Ethan. I'd risk a lot more than that, actually. -
• Stranger: -AMM
• You: Oh. I thought you just wanted a quick shag to be honest... ELH
• Stranger: I mean, I wouldn't mind a shag. But I really do like you. -AMM
• You: I didn't know that. I was under the impression this was just about the sex, and being /dangerous/. ELH
• Stranger: Is.. there a problem? -AMM
• You: No. Not at all, I'm just surprised. ELH
• Stranger: Oh. Alright. Well, I'll see you at nine thirty. Leave your window open. -AMM
• You: Will do... see you soon. ELH
• Stranger: See you soon. -AMM
• Stranger: [time jump!]
• It took Alex a few minutes longer than he had anticipated to quietly climb up the tree to the open window, tightrope walking across one of the branches before climbing inside. He saw Ethan sitting at his computer, and smiled slightly. "Hey." He greeted quietly, sitting on the windowsill.
• You: Ethan turned around to smile at the other boy who was perched on his windowsill. "Hi..." He muttered softly, spinning around in his desk chair.
• Stranger: He climbed inside the window, going to sit on the edge of the boy's bed, looking around the room. It was rather large, fitting for the grand house, a king-sized bed and plush carpets adorning the space. "So did you just want to shag tonight? Or no? I'm fine with either." He shrugged, letting himself fall back onto the bed.
• You: Ethan stood up and sat next to Alex, "We could, just... se where things go" he muttered, looking down at the other boy, admiring his blonde hair against the dark blue sheets on the bed. "You know, start slow, see what happens? Unless you just want to shag that is." he says shrugging and looking away from Alex.
• Stranger: "No, I'm fine with the first option." Alex insisted, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the other boy. "Despite my reputation, I don't /always/ just want a quick shag."
• You: "Good." Ethan says a bit nervously. "I... I'm glad." He looks over at Alex and smiles shyly, It felt strange to feel shy, he was always confident and in charge of the situation.
• Stranger: Sitting up fully, he rested a hand on top of Ethan's. "So how have you been? I haven't seen you recently, I don't think. Finals and all of that."
• You: Ethan turned his hand so he could entwine his fingers with Alex's, "Good, been busy." he says slowly. "I've been doing a lot of work for dad when I have time." he shrugs. "And you?"
• Stranger: "My dad has been dragging me to the shooting range a lot more recently. I think he senses that I don't want to work for them, or take over the 'empire' or whatever. He's trying to change my mind." He admitted, running his thumb over the back of Ethan's hand.
• You: "Are you going to change your mind?" He asks, looking up from their hands and at Alex closely.
• Stranger: "No, I don't want to." He shook his head, looking up and locking eyes with Ethan. "I don't want to run some crime company. I'd much rather be a tattoo artist or something."
• You: "I didn't know that." Ethan mutters, "You keep surprising me tonight Alex." he sighs, "So a tattoo artist... why?"
• Stranger: "I like art and I like tattoos, if it wasn't obvious." He chuckled, looking down at his tattoo sleeves. "I just think they're cool. It seems like a decent way to be able to be an artist without being a starving artist."
• You: "That's so cool." Ethan sighs, looking at Alex's tattoos and touching his one arm with his free hand. "I'm not artistic at all." he laughs, "I failed art freshman year."
• Stranger: Alex laughed at that. "Did you really? I didn't think that was possible." He moved one hand up to brush Ethan's hair out of his eyes.
• You: Ethan feels butterflies start up in his stomach when Alex reaches towards his face and he tightens his grip on the other boy's hand minutely. "Yeah, kinda stupid huh? It's the only one I ever failed." he laughs.
• Stranger: "Well, everyone has their strengths. I've failed Maths a few times. I'm on my third try for Pre-Calculus." He admitted with a slight flush. "I just can't get it to make sense."
• You: "I could help you if you want..." Ethan offers quickly, putting his hand on Alex's knee. "I mean, Maths is my favorite.... we could work on it together." he shrugs.
• Stranger: "That... would actually be pretty great." He smiled, tensing up a bit at the feeling of Ethan's hand on his knee. "My dad threatened to skin me if I didn't pass it this time. Granted, I doubt he would follow through, but that's a risk I'd rather not take." He joked.
• You: Ethan laughs and lets his hand slide off Alex's leg. "Are you going to go to uni next year?" he asks a bit more seriously.
• Stranger: "Maybe." Alex shrugs. "I don't know. I can't really think of anything I want to study. I assume you are?"
• You: "Got accepted to Durham and St Andrews just this week." He says proudly. "I don't know where I'm going yet though... Maybe you could go abroad to an art college or something." he mutters.
• Stranger: "Congratulations." Alex flashes him a smile. "Maybe I can. I mean, they have tattoo schools, sort of like beauty schools. I may try to go to one of those in the city."
• You: "That'd be cool..." Ethan says turning so he's sitting crosslegged on the bed facing Alex, and still holding his hand steadily. "How much does it hurt to get a tattoo?" he asks curiously.
• Stranger: With his free hand, Alex traced light patterns on Ethan's arm. "It depends on your pain tolerance and where you get it. The ones on my arms didn't bother me too much, because they were over layers of fat and muscle and not bone. But the stars on my hip hurt pretty badly because they were right over my pelvic bone." He explained.
• You: Ethan raised his eyebrows. "Didn't know you had anything on your hips." he smiled as he reaches out to take Alex's arm in his hands and examine the ink closer. "Are they all to do with grimm fairytales? or just this part right here?" he asks circling the representation of snow white's apple and the mirror.
• Stranger: "Yeah, it all has to do with the Grimm Fairytales." He smiled, realizing that Ethan was the first one to understand it farther than the disney fairytales. "And you'll see the ones on my hips eventually, I think." Alex remarked casually.
• You: Ethan grins and looks up at Alex. "good." he sighs, leaning forward until he his close enough to feel Alex's breath on his face.
• Stranger: Alex remains still for a moment before leaning in, pressing his lips to Ethan's. The kiss was hesitant at first but slowly became more confident, as his free hand snaked up to rest on the back of the other boy's neck.
• You: Ethan pulls away smiling and breathing hard as he looks at Alex. He reaches out and slides his hand into the other boy's hair before pulling their lips together again.
• Stranger: Kissing Ethan was damn near magic, Alex figured. His lips were soft and warm, meshing perfectly with his own. And he was a pretty good kisser to boot. His tongue ran along the edge of Ethan's lips, tasting the tea that still lingered on them.
• You: Ethan let his hand that was not tangled in Alex's incredibly soft blond hair trail up the boy's back slowly, coming to rest on the back of his neck. Feeling Alex's tongue on his lips he opens his mouth slightly, deepening their kiss and sliding closer to Alex.
• Stranger: Alex slipped his tongue into Ethan's mouth, running it along his lips, teeth, gums, tongue. He managed to tilt up onto his knees slightly, getting even closer to the taller boy, kissing him more roughly than before.
• You: Ethan uncrosses his legs and puts them on either side of Alex who is now kneeling infront of him, both of his hands manage to find their way to grip Alex's hips firmly and finally he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Alex's, he's a bit ashamed about how ragged his breathing has become.
• Stranger: "You're brilliant." Alex nearly pants, his breathing as awful as Ethan's as a smile spreads across his face. He hesitates to go any further, though, remembering that Ethan said he wanted to take things slow tonight.
• You: Ethan grins and falls back onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. "You're not so bad yourself " he sighs heavily, reaching his hand out for Alex to take.
• Stranger: Alex take's Ethan's hand, relaxing back on the bed himself, interlacing their fingers. "You are... so fucking handsome." He muttered, looking Ethan over.
• You: Ethan chuckles. "Says the heart throb of the school." He mutters, looking at Alex adoringly. "You could have anyone you wanted." he sighs, /why me?/ he thinks to himself.
• Stranger: Alex rolls his eyes. "I am /so/ not the heart throb of the school. Everyone avoids me at all costs. It's hard to even get someone to loan me a pencil sometimes." He jokes. "You, on the other hand. People swoon after you."
• You: "That's because they're not afraid of me like they are of you... You're so intimidating." he says, "Something about you just screams /danger/... its sexy." he laughs, sliding his hand over Alex's tattooed arms.
• Stranger: "Probably the fact that my fathers are the two most dangerous men in London. I'm pretty sure that's 'danger' in its purest form." He chuckles quietly, suppressing a shiver at Ethan's light touch.
• You: "Probably." Ethan mutters. "I don't mind though... I like it, I like you Alex." He admits quietly. "I'm glad you're here."
• Stranger: Alex smiles, pressing a light kiss to Ethan's lips, finding that words couldn't quite express how much what Ethan said meant to him.
• You: The kiss isn't as rough or passionate as before, and it's over soon, and Ethan tuck his head against Alex's shoulder, and kisses his neck sweetly as he curls against the other boy's side.
• Stranger: (brb)
• You: (kk)
• Stranger: Alex wraps his arms around Ethan, pulling him in close, relaxing back onto the bed. "I just wish we weren't going to have to be so secretive about all of this." He muttered.
• You: "I know." Mutters Ethan. "Alex?" he asks softly, suddenly feeling nervous again... "What is /this/ going to be exactly?"
• Stranger: "I... don't know." Alex's tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Right now it's just two blokes that like each other. I mean, it could evolve into a relationship eventually, I think."
• You: "Okay... yeah, that's good." Ethan sighs, relieved. "good." he repeats turning to kiss Alex's throat again, this time with a bit more force.
• Stranger: Alex lifts his chin slightly as Ethan kisses at the sensitive patch on his neck, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment. When the contact his broken he pulls him in a bit closer, cuddling him tighter.
• You: "I was thinking..." Ethan murmurs, "We could meet up on the school grounds too, I'm not followed or watched when I'm at school... Maybe during lunch or something," he sighs, slipping his hand under the hem of Alex's shirt and touching the skin of his hips tentatively.
• Stranger: "We could." He agrees, feeling Ethan's warm fingertips on his hips, his tattoos there. "So it's not like we'll never see each other. What if you snuck out after they went to bed?"
• You: "Maybe... I could probably do that, I'd have to stay out of the way of cameras on the way to where ever we'd meet... and we'd have to meet somewhere there aren't any cameras... god I'm sorry this is so bloody difficult." he sighs, flattening his palm against Alex's hip and holding onto him tightly.
• Stranger: "Well, my flat doesn't have any cameras... does it?" He asked, slightly hesitant. After all, if there were cameras, Mycroft probably had a lot of footage of him and some blokes when his parents weren't home.
• You: "Not on the inside." Ethan laughs, "The outside, I regret to inform you is on twenty four seven surveillance..." he shrugs, "The government can't have the two most dangerous men in Britain leaving the flat without knowing can they?"
• Stranger: "Hey, as long as there's not any inside." He felt like he had dodged a bullet with that one. "I expected the outside. Don't think I haven't noticed the street cameras." Alex chuckled quietly.
• You: Ethan laughs and snuggles against Alex, "We could just stick to clandestine meetings in the park late at night." he chuckles, rubbing circles with his thumb against Alex's stomach.
• Stranger: "True. I would enjoy that." He figured he could get used to the secretive part of the whole relationship. It made it almost... dangerous. Sexy. He reached over, running a hand down Ethan's side, letting it rest on his hip.
• You: Ethan sighs happily and presses a few light kisses to Alex's chest through the fabric of his tee shirt. "But I like having you here, in my room," he murmurs, "this is nice."
• Stranger: "It is." Alex agrees, running a light thumb in circles on Ethan's hip. "Your bed is comfy." He mutters, almost inaudibly, feeling himself sinking even further into the overly plush surface.
• You: Ethan props himself up on one elbow and looks down at Alex, smiling at his briefly before ducking his head and pressing another lingering kiss to his lips.
• Stranger: Alex smiles into the kiss, unable to stop wondering how he got so lucky as to be here, with Ethan. He hadn't been so at ease in what felt like forever, all of the tensions of the past few months slowly moving off of his shoulders as he laid there.
• You: Ethan leans into the kiss more and slips his tongue out to taste Alex's lips, just as he rolls over so that he is hovering above Alex, with one leg on either side of his hips. He can feel himself getting carried away but he can't be arsed to care.
• Stranger: Alex parts his lips and teeth, allowing Ethan's tongue access to his mouth. He wraps his arms around the other boy's waist, pleasantly surprised by the sudden change in attitude from the other boy.
• You: Ethan sits up suddenly and looks towards his door. "Someone is awake" he hisses quietly as he hears foot steps on the steps outside his room.
• You: brb
• Stranger: Alex feels a twinge of terror go through him. "Ah... should I hide? Or just leave?" He figured that they would see him climbing down the tree in their back yard, however.
• You: "Hide..." Ethan whispers climbing off of Alex and pushing him off the bed. "Closet!"
• Stranger: Alex quickly slides off the bed, opening the closet and climbing inside, shutting himself in.
• You: "Hi dad." Ethan says just as his father opens the door only a few seconds after Ethan shuts the door to the closet, scrambling to get into a normal positon on his bed.
• Stranger: "Hey, Ethan." Lestrade smiles at his son, eyes half-lidded. "Were you talking to someone?"
• You: "Yeah, a friend called me to ask what the homework for english was." he says picking up his phone off the bed and waving it at his dad as though this was obvious. "Didn't mean to wake you."
• Stranger: "Oh. I thought I heard two people in here." He frowned slightly, scanning the room. He noticed the bed sheets slightly disheveled, the window wide open. "So... you want to come downstairs for a cup of tea?"
• You: Ethan fakes a smile and nods, "Yeah definitely." He says sliding off the bed and noticing Alex's shoes by the side of his bed. As he walks towards his dad he debates weather or not to try and kick it under the bed or ignore it. choosing to ignore it he makes it to the door and follows his dad down the hall.
• Stranger: The shoes don't go unnoticed by his Dad, who makes a mental note to have Mycroft check the security cameras outside in the morning. He leads his son downstairs into the kitchen, where the kettle was already on.
• Alex isn't quite sure what to do, whether to stay or leave. He doesn't exactly want to stay cramped up in a closet, however, and stands, pulling open the door and heading for the window.
• You: Ethan mentally berates himself and pulls out his phone to send a text to Alex as he sits at the ktichen table waiting for tea.
• I'm so sorry. You can leave if you want, sorry. ELH
• Stranger: Alex sits on the window sill, looking between the open door to the hallway and the window.
• I can stay if you want me to. As long as I don't have to sit on the floor of the closet for an hour haha. -AMM
• You: I don't want you to leave. But I don't want my dad to come back and see you lounging on my bed or anything. How about you stay and hide again when you hear us coming back up. ELH
• Stranger: Deal. Should be fine as long as Mycroft doesn't wake up. -AMM
• He climbed on Ethan's bed, relaxing into the plush comforter again.
• You: Also, you may have to leave your shoes here, I told dad that I bought a new pair today because he saw yours. ELH
• Stranger: Can I borrow a pair of yours, then? Climbing down a tree without shoes probably won't go well. -AMM
• You: Yeah, of course you can. Take your pick from the closet...Looks like this shouldn't take too long... we're just chatting about our days, how dull. ELH
• Stranger: Alright, well, me and my 'secret' hip tattoos are waiting on your bed for you. -AMM
• You: God don't tease me. I'll be there soon, just don't fall asleep or anything. ELH
• Stranger: I'll try not to. -AMM
• You: We're on our way up, get in the closet. ELH
• Stranger: Alright. -AMM
• You: Ethan says goodnight to his dad and sprints up the steps to his room and pulls open the closet door. "Hello." he whispers with a huge grin on his face. "I brought you some biscuits." he holds out a handfull of digestives and shrugs.
• Stranger: Alex laughs quietly, standing up and getting out of the closet. He takes one of the biscuits, biting off a piece. "Thank you." He answers, when his mouth is clear of food. "Now as long as your folks don't wake up again, we should be alright."
• You: "We should be a bit more quiet" he whispers, "When you leave I'm going to hack into the security cameras outside and replace the footage... I think dad is suspicious" he says moving across the room and sitting on the edge of his bed.
• Stranger: Alex nods, finishing off the biscuit and sitting next to Ethan, cuddling up to him. "Sounds good. Best if they don't find out."
• You: "Definitely for the best if they don't" Ethan says wrapping his arms around Alex. "You said something about secret hip tattoos?"
• Stranger: "If you want to see them, you're going to have to find them." He smirked slightly, holding Ethan a bit tighter.
• You: Ethan laughs and starts to kiss Alex's jaw as he falls back onto the bed and pulls the other boy down on top of him. "Shouldn't be too hard." he mutters, gripping Alex's hips and slipping his thumbs into the waist band of his jeans.
• Stranger: Alex bits his lip, suppressing a small noise at the feeling of Ethan's fingers delving into his jeans. What Ethan didn't know was that they were placed rather low in the front, requiring near full removal of his trousers.
• Stranger: bit*
• You: "tell me if I'm close" Ethan mutters, sliding his thumbs inward, towards each other. "Closer?"
• Stranger: "Getting there." He replies.
• Stranger: "Try further down."
• You: Ethans eyes widen, how much further down could they be? His slips his hands further into Alex's trousers.
• Stranger: By this point, Ethan's fingers were only off by a few centimeters. "Just a bit further." He states, trying to keep himself from taking Ethan right then.
• You: Ethan leans down as begins kissing Alex again as his hands slide into his jeans more, He fees hot and nervous, but excited as he touches Alex's skin and pulls away to look at him.
• Stranger: Alex nods, feeling Ethan's fingers on the hidden tattoos, just above his thighs. He brings the boy down for another rough kiss, excited by the prospect of the boy's hands so low on him.

Brotherly RP

• Stranger: I have heard some rather interesting rumours about you, little brother. -MH
• You: Is that true? Care to enlighten me? SH
• Stranger: It's about Dr. Watson. -MH
• Stranger: More specifically; you and Dr. Watson. -MH
• You: Yes... I'm sure what ever you've heard is true... but from whom did you hear it? SH
• Stranger: That is not of importance. -MH
• You: Since one of the only people who know about the recent developments between the good doctor and myself is DI Lestrade. I'm assuming it's him, have you two been spending /time/ together? SH
• Stranger: The Detective Inspector is kind enough to tell me the news about you, Sherlock, since someone is too childish to keep normal contact. -MH
• You: I have a feeling your relationship goes a bit further than that. SH
• Stranger: And what makes you think that? -MH
• You: Just a hunch, and the fact that I went through his text messages last week when I pickpocketed his phone. SH
• Stranger: Fine. Even if the relationship between Gregory and me goes further than just keeping an eye on you, it is still none of your business. -MH
• You: Just like my relationship with John is none of yours. SH
• Stranger: Fine. -MH
• You: But I will tell you, just so you don't ask anymore impertinent questions, John and I have become involved romantically and I think that's al you really need to know. SH
• Stranger: I will be back as soon as I desire to know more, dear brother. -MH
• You: Don't expect me to answer you. SH
• Stranger: Oh, I have my ways of getting my information. Don't worry. -MH
• You: When you're sleeping with the DI information should be easy to come by. SH
• Stranger: I never said I am sleeping with him, let's not jump to conclusions. -MH
• You: It's hardly a jump, maybe a small step in the right direction. SH
• Stranger: At least I dare to take the small step. -MH
• You: What is that supposed to mean? SH
• Stranger: You know exactly what that is supposed to mean, you are just too childish to admit your own weaknesses. -MH
• You: And what would that weakness be? I am currently clean, and in a committed relationship with someone that I love. What could be wrong with that? SH
• Stranger: With that, absolutely nothing. I have to say I am somewhat proud of you. -MH
• You: Thank you I suppose. SH

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omg please calm down… wtf lol. 

Pre-Parent!lock rp

• Stranger: The adoption agency just called. -JW
• You: Good luck this time? SH
• Stranger: No. We didn't get it. -JW
• You: Oh. well, we're going to keep trying right? SH
• Stranger: I'd like to. I just wish we didn't keep getting the homophobic mothers. -JW
• You: I know. I hate it. I hate them. Are you at home? SH
• Stranger: Yeah. -JW
• You: I'll be home soon. SH
• Stranger: Good. I want to see you. -JW
• You: I need to see you... this whole adoption business is really getting to me. SH
• Stranger: It's harder than we expected. -JW
• You: I know. Can you let me in? I forgot my keys. SH
• Stranger: Again? -JW
• You: Yeah. Sorry. SH
• You: I've been preoccupied. SH
• Stranger: Chuckling to himself, John stood from where he'd been seated on the sofa and headed to the front door. "Hey," he greeted in a tired voice. Knowing Sherlock would notice his slightly puffy and still red-rimmed eyes, John just hoped he wouldn't comment.
• You: "Hi" Sherlock mutters stepping inside and unable to help himself, immediately pulling John into a close embrace.
• Stranger: John let his tired eyes fall closed as he was pressed flush against Sherlock. He rested his head against the man's chest and wrapped his arms around him. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
• You: Sherlock pulls away and looks at his husband. "I'm sorry about this all John." he sighs.
• Stranger: John smiled gratefully and lifted himself up onto his toes to press a kiss to Sherlock's lips. "Not your fault," he said quietly.
• You: "I know... that doesn't mean I'm not sorry." He mutters, taking John's hands in his own and smiling softly down at him.
• Stranger: "Shall we go up?" John offered, giving Sherlock's hand a small squeeze and nodding toward the stairs.
• You: "Sure... Can we order out tonight? I'm starving." he sighs, following John.
• Stranger: "/You/?" John teased, making their way into the sitting room. "Hungry? Well that's something to celebrate."
• You: "Yeah... very funny, I'm eating because I know if I don't I'll just sulk and you'll be angry with me." Sherlock mutters giving John a light nudge with his elbow.
• Stranger: "Well, that's what you get for not taking care of yourself." John tossed Sherlock his phone. "Where do you want to order from?"
• You: "I'll call Angello's... He'll deliver it for us." Sherlock mutters "unless you want something else."
• Stranger: John shook his head. "S'fine."
• You: Sherlock makes the call and orders their usual. "Angelo is bringing us a bottle of wine." Sherlock says coming back into the sitting room and sitting beside John.
• Stranger: "He doesn't have any kids he's willing to part with, does he?" John asks, laying his head down in Sherlock's lap.
• You: "Unfortunately not...." Sherlock chuckles. "I was talking to Mycroft yesterday, and I wasn't going to say anything if that adoption had gone through... but he offered us a solution."
• Stranger: John raised his eyebrows. "Solution? What solution?"
• You: "He said he would pay for us to find a surrogate mother.... it's expensive, very expensive." Sherlock says looking down at John and running his hands through the other man's hair.
• Stranger: John thought to himself for a moment, his eyes falling closed again as Sherlock's fingers carded through his hair. "He'd really do that?"
• You: "That's what he said, I think he still feels bad about selling me out to Moriarty. We'd have to think about it... but I think it might be worth it at this point."
• Stranger: John smiled. "I'd /love/ to!" he exclaimed. "But who'd be the father?"
• You: Sherlock shrugs... "I'd like it to be you... But I know you're going to say me..."
• Stranger: "Damn right I think it should be you," John said quickly.
• You: Sherlock laughs and presses a kiss to John's forehead. "We could... erm... make it a fifty-fifty chance..." Sherlock mutters.
• Stranger: John smiled and nodded. "That could work," he said thoughtfully. "We get to pick out the surrogate, though, right?"
• You: "Yes. We get to pick... obviously we'll choose someone with a high IQ and a clean medical record." Sherlock says smiling down at John.
• Stranger: "Obviously," John imitated. He couldn't seem to stop smiling. "We're gonna have a baby," he said in quiet wonder.
• You: Sherlock grins widely and leans down to kiss John, sliding his hands to John's chest and humming happily.
• Stranger: John smiled against Sherlock's lips. "We'll have to tell Mycroft thanks sometime."
• You: "I agree... although you have to admit... he does owe me." Sherlock laughs. "I'll call him in the morning and let him know... Maybe we can have a baby by next christmastime John." sherlock says excitedly.
• Stranger: "I don't know if a baby quite covers it," John joked. "Although, it would make a fantastic Christmas present."
• You: "the best christmas present." sherlock chuckles as he hears a knock on the door. "Ah, that'll be Angelo."
• Stranger: John sat up and pulled out his wallet. "Come in!" he called toward the door.
• You: Angelo lumbered into the flat carrying a bag of food and a bottle. "Hello mates!" he says cherrily, looking at the domestic couple seated on the sofa.
• Stranger: "Hi," John greeted, chuckling. "How much do we owe you?"
• You: "Nothing at all. Always free for Sherlock!" he says putting the food down and turning back to the door. "Have a good night you two. Always a pleasure." he says pulling the door shut behind him.
• Stranger: John shakes his head with a laugh and puts the bills back into his wallet. "I /hate/ not paying him. It makes me feel awful," he said, sitting back down next to his husband.
• You: "He loves it. Just let the man have his way." Sherlock laughs. "Besides... We're celebrating, don't worry about it."
• Stranger: John leaned his head on Sherlock's shoulder and grinned. "A /baby/!" he said, hardly believing it. "We're having a bloody /baby/!"
• You: "Hopefully it's not too bloody by the time we get it." Sherlock says sarcastically. "But yes." He laughs, "I'm going to go get glasses and forks." he says standing up.
• Stranger: John pulls his legs up underneath him and opens the bag Angelo had brought over. "What about names?" he called into the kitchen.
• You: "Hamish... I thought we decided that a /long/ time ago." Sherlock says coming back with two wine glasses a cork screw and forks.
• Stranger: "But what if it's a girl?" John asked. "It could be a girl."
• You: "It could be..." Sherlock mutters. "What do you think if it's a girl?"
• Stranger: John ran through some of the girl names he knew. There was no way he would naming his and Sherlock's daughter after either his mother or his sister. Just now way. "Audrey?" he suggested. "Or Violet?"
• You: Sherlock smiles and nods. "Violet, I like that... That's good."
• Stranger: "Do you have any ideas?" John asked, taking the fork Sherlock was offering him.
• You: "I thought maybe Victoria, It was my grandmother's name... but I do like Violet as well." Sherlock sighs, popping the cork out of the wine and pouring two rather full glasses.
• Stranger: "Victoria..." John swirled the name around in his mouth the way one might do with a fine wine. "I like that too."
• You: "It could be a middle name." Sherlock says, passing John his glass and sipping at his own. "As long as she... or he is ours, I don't really mind what he... or she is called."
• Stranger: "Me either," John agreed after a swallow. "You're gonna be a brilliant dad, you know that?"
• You: "Not half as good as you." Sherlock says smiling adoringly at John.
• Stranger: Decinding not to argue, John leaned back into the couch cushions and sighed happily. For a day that had been so shit, he was feeling pretty damn good right about now.
• Stranger: *Deciding
• You: Sherlock finishes his wine and leans against John's chest lazily. "I love you John." he mumbles sleepily.
• Stranger: "I love you too, Sherlock." John pressed a small kiss to the detective's hair. "So much."
• You: "Are you finished eating?" he asks leaning up and kissing John's neck.
• Stranger: "Mmm, definitely," John hummed, even though he'd only taken a few bites. Food could wait.
• You: "Can we go to bed?" he murmurs against John's throat.
• Stranger: "Definitely," John agreed, his head tilting back slightly.
• You: "Are you tired?" he asks mischievously, kissing John's jaw lightly.
• Stranger: John's eyes fell closed. "Definitely not."
• You: "hmm, good, Me either." he chuckles rolling off the sofa and pulling John up with him, heading for the bedroom.
• Stranger: John let Sherlock lead him into their bedroom with a giant grin plastered on his face. You'd think he was about to go make a damn baby with Sherlock right then and there.
• You: Sherlock nudges John back onto the bed and clambers on top of him, hastily removing his shirt at the same time.
• Stranger: John watched Sherlock as he climbed over him, easily letting go of all control he might've had over the situation and handing the reigns to his husband.
• You: Sherlock tears off John;s clothes as well and it's only a mater of seconds before they're both nude and stares down at John breathlessly.
• Stranger: "You're incredible," John marveled, his eyes travelling endlessly over Sherlock's body. Never tiring of it.
• You: "Hardly." sherlock mutters lowering his hand between their bodies and taking John's length in between his nimble fingers.
• Stranger: John gasped and bucked his hips slightly, involuntarily. He's half hard already and Sherlock's long fingers are getting him the rest of the way there.
• You: Sherlock smiles down at John and works him to complete hardness. "Are we still out of lube?" he asks quickly glancing down at his hand on John.
• Stranger: "Fuck," John threw a hand over his eyes. He'd forgotten to go out on account of the adoption agency's shit news. "Yeah," he replied sheepishly.
• You: "Damn." Sherlock mutters "Guess we'll have to do this this old fashioned way." he says smirking and lowering his head between John's thighs.
• Stranger: "Sherlock, what--" John lifts himself onto his elbows and stares.
• You: Sherlock takes John's length into his mouth and starts to suck at him enthusiastically.
• Stranger: "Fuck!" John shouted again, louder, as the wet heat of Sherlock's mouth enveloped him.
• You: Sherlock continues to pleasure John with his lips and tongue as he traces John's entrance softly with his fingers.
• You: (brb)
• Stranger: John's head fell back and he panted, trying not to shout too loudly as Mrs. Hudson was probably home. "Oh, /god/, Sherlock," he gasped.
• You: Sherlock quickly dips two fingers into John and looks up at him through his lashes, he know's that he can bring John to orgasm in mere seconds like this.

Teen Johnlock RP

• Stranger: Hey, are you awake? My parents are out for the weekend. JW
• You: Yeah. I'm up, can't sleep. What are you doing? SH
• Stranger: Texting you. Laying in my room, bored. JW
• You: Seems like a waste of an empty house. SH
• Stranger: It is, isn't it? JW
• Stranger: Care to fix that? JW
• You: Gladly. I'll be over in twenty minutes. SH
• Stranger: See you soon. JW
• You: Should I bring anything? SH
• Stranger: Not unless you want to. JW
• You: See you soon. I'm bringing a bottle of scotch I took from Mycroft. SH
• Stranger: Good plan. I left the front door unlocked for you. JW
• You: Sherlock hurries towards John house and jumps out of the car as quickly as he can. "John?" he calls out as he pokes his head into the door.
• Stranger: "In the sitting room," John calls back.
• You: Sherlock follows the sound of Johns voice and smiles at John as he enters the room. "Hello." he sighs as he sits beside the other boy.
• Stranger: "Hey," John leans over to peck Sherlock on the lips before taking the bottle of scotch out of his hands to examine it. "Nice find."
• You: "I know... Mycroft is going to be livid when he realizes that I took it... but it's worth it I think." Sherlock laughs, and leans closer to John.
• Stranger: "You'd think it was worth it if for no other reason than to piss off your brother," John chuckles and follows Sherlock's direction, leaning in to press their lips together again.
• You: Sherlock murmurs something like an agreement against John's lips and slides his hands up into John's hair.
• Stranger: John parts his lips and smiles into the kiss as his hands mimic Sherlock's and wind themselves into the thick mop of dark curls. He tugs lightly with a grin.
• You: "Mhm, John." Sherlock groans pulling away from the other boy. "Go get some glasses, I want a drink."
• Stranger: John huffs when Sherlock, but does as he's told. "Fine, fine," he mutters as he stalks off to the kitchen and grabs two shot glasses from the top shelf. He brings them back into the sitting room and sets them on the table for Sherlock to pour.
• You: Sherlock pours the amber liquid into the glasses and hands one to John. "Make a toast" he says with a chuckle.
• Stranger: "To you, being a terrible tease," John smirks and clinks his glass against Sherlock's before raising it to his lips and downing it all in one go.
• You: Sherlock does the same as John ans smiles up at him. "I'm not a tease." Sherlock laughs, pouring them another round of shots and putting his free hand on John's thigh.
• Stranger: "I beg to differ," John rolls his eyes when he feels the heat of Sherlock's palm pressed against his thigh through denim. He takes the glass from Sherlock again. "Go on. Your toast."
• You: "To where ever your parents are, because they're not here." Sherlock mutters, before downing another shot.
• Stranger: "Mm, amen to that," John follows suit. He can feel his cheeks flushing with the rush of alcohol to his system. He can't help but grin.
• You: "I like the way you look when you blush." Sherlock mumbles leaning forward to press a soft kiss to John's jaw.
• Stranger: "M'not blushing," John murmurs, and then actually /does/ blush, partly due to the flattery, and partly due to the way Sherlock's lips feel against his skin. It's not often that they can be together like this without running a risk of being caught. John wishes his parents would stay gone, just so he and Sherlock to stay here together. He'll never admit it out loud though. Sherlock would laugh.
• You: Sherlock laughs and presses more kisses down Johns neck. "Another shot?" He sighs against the soft skin of John's throat.
• Stranger: "Mm. Trying to get me drunk, Mr. Holmes?" John hums, trailing his fingertips down Sherlock's spine to rest on his waist.
• You: "Maybe..." Sherlock mutters sitting back and pouring another drink. "Don't want to waist an opportunity." he hands John another shot.
• Stranger: "Says the person who won't be cleaning up my vomit in the morning," John smirks and takes the shot. He used to hate scotch before Sherlock. Now even the smell of it drags his mind straight into the gutter.
• You: "I won't let you drink enough to vomit." Sherlock sighs and takes his shot. "What kind of fun would it be for me if I had to watch you puke all night?"
• Stranger: "That's definitely my number one goal in life. Make sure Sherlock has /fun/," John rolls his eyes, although he's also smiling, and feels like he's going to start laughing soon. His head feels fuzzy, but not in a bad way. This is good scotch.
• You: Sherlock chuckles and slides into John's lap. "Isn't it though?" he asks mischievously as he puts his hands on John's chest.
• Stranger: "Mm. I'm a selfless person, Sherlock. You know that," John hums pleasantly as his hands snake their way around Sherlock's waist and down to his arse, squeezing lightly before pulling the dark haired boy flush against him.
• You: Sherlock huffs in amusement as he is pulled against John. "Can we...Erm... never mind." sherlock mutters and tries to distract John by kissing him deeply.
• Stranger: "Mnff. Wait," John mumbles against Sherlock's lips. He slips his hands into Sherlock's hair and yanks back slightly to get his attention. "Can we what?"
• You: "Nothing..." Sherlock sighs nervously, "Not important." he says as he puts his own hands on the sides of John's face and leans in to kiss him again.
• Stranger: "Sherlock," John protests and turns his face away abruptly. "Stop." He slides his hands from Sherlock's hair to cup his jaw, tilting his chin so he can look him in the eyes. "What is it? I'd really like you to tell me."
• You: "I just thought, maybe..." Sherlock feels himself blushing and he tries to look away from John. "I thought we could, maybe do more than we have been doing." Sherlock stutters awkwardly, finding it difficult to put his thoughts into words.
• Stranger: John feels his eyes widen. He really tries not to look so shocked, but part of him really is. First off, he can't believe that Sherlock is finally, and he means /finally/ suggesting they do something more than snogging and feeling each other up through their trousers. And second, he can't believe that Sherlock actually seems bashful about it. "Like...like what?" John sputters. At this rate, he doesn't care /what/ Sherlock suggests. He wants it. He wants /him./
• You: "I don't know..." Sherlock mutters, "Anything, what do you want?" he asks pressing a kiss to John's shoulder through his shirt and sliding his hands beneath the fabric over John's pectorals.
• Stranger: John lets out a breathy sigh and his head drops to the back of the couch. "Anything. Everything. Whatever you want." And he knows he's drunk now, because that came out sounding way too pathetic and needy, but fuck if he cares, because Sherlock is touching his skin and kissing him and wants to do more.
• You: Sherlock's fingers find the hem of Johns shirt and he lifts it a bit. "Take this... take it off." he pants suddenly wanting to see more of John, as much of him as he can.
• Stranger: "Kay," John nods rapidly and tugs at his shirt, struggling a bit, but finally getting it up and over his head. His fingers go straight to Sherlock's buttons. "Yours too."
• You: "Yeah..." Sherlock mutters as everything starts to get a bit fuzzy and he pulls off his own shirt straight over his head not bothering with his buttons. As soon as he is free of the garment, Sherlock presses himself against John and resumes kissing him hastily.
• Stranger: They've never had this much skin to skin contact before, and it threatens to drive John mad. He feels his hands roaming over every inch of bare skin that Sherlock has exposed for him--his back, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Everywhere he can touch, he does.
• You: "John..." Sherlock moans pressing his hips against John's and leaning back to look at the other boy. "I want to touch you..." he sighs cupping John's cheek with his hand.
• Stranger: "Yeah..." John sighs and drags Sherlock down for another kiss. "Do what you want," he whispers, and takes Sherlock's bottom lip between his, tugging and sucking at it gently.
• You: Sherlock moans excitedly and slides his hand down between their bodies to fumble with the button of John's denims. Once he has the button popped open, Sherlock slides his hand into the trousers and cups John's burgeoning erection.
• Stranger: "Oh shit," John hisses as his head slams into the back of the couch. He's never let anyone touch him before, and it's like every nerve in his body is on fire.
• You: "John,"sherlock moans. "You... You have to tell me if I'm doing it right." Sherlock says as he pulls John's trousers and pants off completely.
• Stranger: "At this rate, I don't think you could do it wrong," John answers completely honestly. When Sherlock has stripped him of his trousers and pants, he feel unfairly naked, and reaches to fumble with Sherlock's flies.
• You: Sherlock steps off the soffa quickly and pulls off his trousers and pants and climbs back on top of John, "I love you..." He whispers leaning against John and pissing his neck softly.
• You: (kissing* hahah omg)
• Stranger: (Lmao I'm not even going to lie, I just started laughing so hard XD It's all good XD)
• You: (hahah wow I suck lol.)
• Stranger: "I love you too," John pants as he reaches between them to take Sherlock in hand. "Please."
• You: Sherlock wraps his long fingers around John's length and starts to touch him the way he touches himself sometimes. "John." He breathes heavily and leans closer to kiss John's lips roughly.
• Stranger: John kisses back in between panting and groaning, his breath leaving his lips in sharp gusts as he squeezes Sherlock's base and strokes up firmly to the head. "Wanted this for so long," he whispers harshly against Sherlock's mouth.
• You: Sherlock laughs and kisses John softly before pulling back to look him in the eyes. "Me too. God I've thought about this so much." he hisses through clenched teeth.
• Stranger: John's eyes fall closed as the image of Sherlock lying in bed at night, thinking about them together, crosses his mind. He lets out a breathy moan and pulls Sherlock against him again, grinding their hips together. "Me too. All the time."
• You: "Oh, god." sherlock moans. "John... I- I'm going to..." He breathes harshly as he feels his orgasm building in his stomach.
• Stranger: "Do it. Go on," John whispers against Sherlock's ear, taking it into his mouth and biting softly. "Do it."
• You: "John!" Sherlock yells as his body tenses and he he spills his release over John's hand . "John..." he says as his voice shakes and his body goes limp in John's arms.
• Stranger: (Oh God, my laptop is about to die! Sorry!!!)
• You: (its okay do you have a tumblr?)

teen!lock/wing!lock rp

• Stranger: Sherlock sat at the back of the school library, the place where no-one went and let his wings out slowly. He stretched and leant back against the bookcase, letting his wings hang by his side, unaware of the blonde boy who had just stepped round the corner.
• You: "Holmes?" John asks, coming to a halt as he watches the boy curiously. "what the?"
• Stranger: Sherlock whirled round, pulling his wings back in to his sides sharply. He stared at the other boy fearfully, backing against the bookcase.
• You: "That..." John mutters, stepping closer to Sherlock, "That is... extraordinary." he says, shocked and in awe.
• Stranger: Sherlock backs away as John steps closer, sticking with the flight instinct. He hesitated at John's words and frowned, confused.
• You: "You're in the year below me, right?" John asks, coming to a halt in front of the other boy.
• Stranger: Sherlock nods slowly, watching the other boy cautiously.
• You: "And... And those?" John nods to Sherlock's wings. "Have you always had, erm... wings?"
• Stranger: Sherlock nods again, pulling the wings tighter to his back instinctively.
• You: "That's amazing." he mutters. "Erm... I'm John, by the way."
• Stranger: Sherlock watched him cautiously and then held his hand out. "I'm Sherlock Holmes."
• You: John took Sherlock's hand and shook it firmly. "Good to meet you." he says, smiling broadly.
• Stranger: Sherlock smiled back slightly, relaxing. "You too."
• You: "Well... I should really get to class." John murmurs, "Sorry if I... um... disrupted you."
• Stranger: Sherlock shook his head. "I... Don't tell anyone. Please."
• You: "I won't." John says quickly. "I promise... hey look if you want to, um talk some more or something, I could give you my number."
• Stranger: Sherlock nodded smiling. "That'd be nice."
• You: "give me your phone, I'll put it in." John says, holding his hand out.
• Stranger: Sherlock passed John his phone, watching.
• You: John put his name and number in quickly and passed the pone back. "Alright then... I guess I talk to you later." John mutters, stepping away from the othe boy.
• You: ((other*))
• Stranger: Sherlock nodded, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Thank you John."
• You: "See you around." John jogs to class, smiling at the memory of seeing Sherlock's dark wings spread out amongst the books of the library.
• Stranger: Sherlock watches him leave, then slips his jacket back on, covering his wings. This time he was lucky. Next time, someone else might catch him. He wouldn't spread his wings in the library again. The garden at home was good enough.
• You: John sat in class the rest of the day, just staring at his phone; all the while hoping Sherlock would text. Every time it buzzes with a message from Sara or Mike, he gets his hopes up, but only to be dissapointed.
• Stranger: Curled up in the back of the library, wings safely hidden under his jacket, Sherlock stared at his mobile, wondering whether it was too early to text John already. He shook his head and went to slip his mobile into his pocket and changed his mind again, firing off a quick text to the new number: 'I'm going flying later. Would you like to watch? -SH'
• You: You can fly? Yeah of course I'd like to watch! -JW
• Stranger: Of course I can fly. They're not just for decoration. Then around 8 at the abandoned warehouse down the street? -SH
• You: Yeah... I'll be there. Should I bring anything? I've never done this sort of thing before. -JW
• Stranger: No. It's just for an hour or so. I just can't keep them cooped up all the time. It's horrible. -SH
• You: I bet. Okay, awesome I'll see you at 8. -JW
• Stranger: See you then. -SH
• You: John parks his car along the road and pulls out a flashlight though it's still dusk. It will definitely be dark by the time they leave.
• Hey, I'm here. -JW
• Stranger: Sherlock glances at his phone from where he is sat, cross-legged in a beam of sunlight straining through the ceiling.
• I'm inside. -SH
• You: John picks his way through the weedy feild surrounding the old building and ducks into a low door. "Sherlock?" he calls out.
• Stranger: Sherlock looks up, smiling. "Over here," he calls back, shrugging out of his jacket and letting it fall to the floor behind him.
• You: John strides over towards the other boy and watches as his wings spread out. "That really is quite unusual," he chuckles, watching in awe as the late day sunlight makes the feathers shine.
• Stranger: Sherlock smiles and stands up, stretching. He rolls his shoulders and flicks his wings gently. He crouches and jumps, flapping his wings to keep up. He grins down at John, the feeling of flying filling him with exhilaration.
• You: John watches as he jaw drops. "That's... wow. Sherlock." he gasps, looking up at the other boy.
• Stranger: Sherlock lets out a laugh, swooping down near John. He grinned at him, pulling up out of the dive and hovering near the ceiling.
• You: John laughs, and runs below Sherlock as he swoops around the warehouse. "wow..." he chuckles softly.
• Stranger: Sherlock grins down at him and does a flip in the air, kicking his feet against the wall to propel himself in the opposite direction. He lands on a metal girder across the ceiling and kicks his feet, grinning down at John.
• You: "Now you're just showing off!" yells John, through a broad grin, quickly he glances around and his eyes land on a ladder up to the girder that Sherlock has seated himself on. "I'm coming up." he calls.
• Stranger: Sherlock grinned and patted the bar next to him, shifting over slightly.
• You: John scaled the latter swiftly and plopped down beside the younger boy. "That's awesome." He sighed, grinning breathlessly at Sherlock.
• Stranger: Sherlock chuckled, letting his wings hang off the girder behind him. "It's even more so if you're actually the one flying."
• You: "Yeah, I bet." laughs John. "I wish I could." he mutters, nudging Sherlock with his elbow playfully.
• Stranger: Sherlock frowns, tilting his head slightly. "I wish you could too. It gets lonely sometimes."
• You: "I'm sorry." John murmurs softly. "I'm sure it does...You don't know anyone else... like you?"
• Stranger: "No. I've never heard of this sort of thing before. I don't even know who my real parents are."
• You: "are you adopted?" John asks quietly, glancing behind Sherlock to admire his wings, draped gracefully over the beam.
• Stranger: "Technically, I was found." Sherlock sighed. "I was left on my parents doorstep as a baby. Looked like a cherub apparently. All chubby face and wings. They took me in and raised me. But no-one knows where I came from."
• You: "Maybe you are a cherub... " John half jokes. "It's good of your parents to take you in like that." he sighs.
• Stranger: "Mmm. Maybe..." Sherlock frowns, lost in thought for a moment. He looks over at John. "It is."
• You: (brb)
• You: "I'm glad you invited me out here... This is fun." John smiles.
• Stranger: Sherlock smiles and nods. "It's nice to have someone to share it with."
• You: John shrugs. "yeah..." he sighs, at a loss for words, looking at their swinging feet above the warehouse floor.
• Stranger: Sherlock watches him for a few moments and then bites his lip. "I think.... Maybe if we were lower down...." he murmurs, almost to himself.
• You: "Lower down?" John asks, unsure of what Sherlock means.
• Stranger: "Go back down," Sherlock says, slipping off the edge of the girder, using his wings to slow his descent, turning to look up at John.
• You: John jumps up and wobbly makes his way back to the ladder, watching sherlock hover around him as he descends. He plants his feet on the ground and looks up at Sherlock curiously.
• Stranger: Sherlock immediately moves forwards, looking at him. "I may be able to carry you as I fly. It's the best I can do, but I don't want to drop you from that high up."
• Why did you leave me stranger?

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