#omegasherlock

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I want you

This is one of the best roleplay’s that I have done for a while. It was the right combination of sweet and smutty. I don’t know what happened with Omegle or if stranger meant to disconnect but if this was you, feel free to message me here or via email.

You both like vamplock, teenlock, and johnlock.

You: (Slavelock, Omegaverse) Sherlock walked through the manor in search of his master, feeling rather needy of late, he suspected his heat was coming again. John had bought Sherlock at a young age, and waited until he presented to bond with him. Sherlock's hadn't minded it at all, he was actually quite fond of John, he had even grown to love the gentle Doctor. The only thing he didn't like, was that John had other Omegas as well, three others in fact. They all seemed fine with the idea of being part of a 'pack', even enjoyed each others company, but not Sherlock. He didn't like the idea of sharing John's love and affection, and it gnawed at him daily to know he wasn't John's only. He paused, peeking into the living room when he heard a noise from within. His heart ached to see that two of the Omegas were with John, Greg and Molly, just lounging on the sofa watching some telly, Mary must be off somewhere, not that he cared much. Greg was resting his head on John's lap and Molly's on his shoulder. He felt tears building up in his eyes as he quickly turned away from the others, rushing quickly back to his room to hide from them all.

Stranger: It was getting late, and John was surprised to find that he didn't have the company of all of his Omega's present that night. The fire was on, the telly fit with some movie anyone could cozy up to, and yet two of his Omegas were nowhere to be found. Mary, he had been told, was resting, suffering from a headache, to which he accepted, but Sherlock? He had been increasingly moody, the other Omegas telling him he wouldn't participate in any group events or anything, to the point he would try to avoid eating with the others, too. "Sherlock!" John called as the adverts came on, curious if the other was in the house or outside, though it was rather bitter that night. he gently moved his Omegas off his lap and headed for the kitchen to make a pot of tea for them all, not seeing Sherlock there, either. "Sherlock, we're all watching a film." He called again, to no avail. As the kettle boiled, John made it to Sherlock's room, everyone having their own space in the manor, though John's room was downstairs, far from the others, since he was the Master of the house. Knocking on the door, he waited. "Are you in there? Why aren't you down here with us?"

You: Sherlock heard the knocking on the door and wiped his eyes to try and rid of the evidence of tears. He hated crying, he absolutely despised how weak it made him feel but lately he couldn't seem to stop. Every aspect of not having John to himself was making him upset and he couldn't really understand why. Maybe it was his heat, that was the only answer he really had and that still didn't completely make sense to him. He just felt alone right now and that was partly his fault. He sniffed a little before he went to open the door and looked at John. "I.. I just haven't been feeling well." He lied. The easiest way to get out of things. "I think my heat may be coming.. you know I find it hard being around other Omegas when it happens." He added and went to sit down on his bed. He had shown signs of aggression towards the others pre-heat before. It was just the need to have John close more than anything that made him so needy and possessive. He really wasn't dealing well with the whole pack thing either, not that he'd ever tell John that.

Stranger: John immediately noticed the red-rimmed eyes, quirking an uneasy brow. "Are you well?" He asked, stepping inside and placing the back of his hand to Sherlock's forehead. He wasn't too heated, not in the fever stage right before a heat, but he was unusually hot. "The other Omegas claim you're making them feel unwelcome." John explained, "that you seem as if you dislike them, is that true?" He asked, standing by the foot of the bed, not wanting to get too close if Sherlock was upset, knowing better than to reach out and touch. He'd grown up with Omegas all his life, his parents had told him this was how it worked, everyone in the country worked this way, the more Omegas you had, the better you looked, for most. One Omega didn't seem right, seemed more like a relationship, and with the pressure John had, he couldn't have that. "I believe Mary is about to get into heat, so I need to spend time with her." John told him, cautiously stepping closer, instinct telling him so. "I find it difficult, with you all, to share. You know that, right? To give you all the attention you need. And then when two of you have your heats at once, I know some of you don't mind sharing but you don't. That puts pressure on me, you know? And I worry." John explained, sitting on the edge of the bed as his leg began to ache. "Are you unhappy?" The doctor asked, "I... If you are, you shouldn't feel you have to stay. You could be transferred... As much as I hate the idea."

You: Sherlock looked at John when he touched his forehead before he moved away a little, not wanting to be touched right now really. "No. That's not true. I just don't like being around them when I know my heat is coming and I especially can't watch you touching them and wanting them." He mumbled. He rolled his eyes when John told him that Mary was about to go into heat and looked away, he couldn't stand the thought of it all right now. Sherlock knew that he needed more attention then most and he couldn't get that. Especially when he needed it. None of the others particularly liked him and he didn't overly like them either which meant that he couldn't seek attention from anyone else. Which was hard when John was preoccupied with other Omegas. "I know." He whispered then and looked down at the floor when John moved to sit on the bed. "I don't know what to do really, John. For the best. I don't think I can cope with sharing.. I don't think I can cope with much right now." He mumbled and then sighed a little bit as he did. "I don't want to leave though. No Alpha will be as kind to me as you are and.. well, I like you a lot." He added and then shrugged a little bit. "I'll just have to deal with it."

Stranger: "You shouldn't have to deal with it, Sherlock." John sighed, wishing he could reach out, but instead left his hand on the side of the bed, just in case Sherlock felt like affection. "I know someone, who doesn't have any Omegas right now. His died, really unfortunate. He was heartbroken. Maybe, if you... Wanted just one person, you could go with him? Even if- Sherlock, I don't want you to leave. I care about you. You're my Sherlock." John smiled, wiggling his fingers a little. "I'd be lost without you peering over my shoulder in the mornings to see if I'm making you a cup of tea, when we're both up way before any of the other Omegas. I love our mornings, I know I always have an hour with you before anyone else wakes up and I have to go to work, and it's perfect."

You: "And I don't want to leave you. I adore you." Sherlock whispered back and looked down at the others hand. He sighed before he reached out to take, bringing it close to his face so he could kiss it before he let it go. "I know. It's just.. I don't know, I feel lonely I guess. Because I crave attention constantly.. I don't know why and I wish that I didn't but when I don't have you, it's close to impossible to deal with. I feel miserable and I feel angry." He tried to explain before he rested his head on his shoulder. "None of the others really like me and honestly, I don't like them so it's not like I can get any attention from them. I wish I could make this simpler for you.. I'm sorry that I cause so much trouble, I really am."

Stranger: As Sherlock eventually sought comfort, John toed off his shoes, shifting down to rest on Sherlock's bed, Sherlock having the smallest room but it let in the most light, it was also the furthest from the others but the closest to John's, so Sherlock had picked it for his own convenience, and John had liked the other was closer, and had his own free space that way. He gently pulled Sherlock in against him, stroking his fingers over Sherlock's curls softly. "You aren't trouble, I'm just worried. You weren't downstairs, we were all watching a film and I missed you, is all." He reassured, trying to give Sherlock the attention he was missing out on now. "Would you like to... Come sleep downstairs with me tonight?" John asked, biting his lip. No one shared his room, it was private. They had a guest room for shared heats if needed, but no one shared John's room. "You can't.. Tell them, though."

You: Sherlock curled against John's warmth, seeking out every part of him. He nuzzled into his neck and closed his eyes as he took in his scent. "I'm sorry. I should have come and said anything instead of just running away from it all." He mumbled and sighed a little against his neck. He froze when John asked him to share his room though and he knew straight away that it was a very high privilege. He knew that John had slept in other peoples room and had heats in the guest room but no one had ever gone into John's room. "I.. I would love that." He whispered and then kissed the others cheek with a small smile. "I won't. I promise." He commented and then gave him a small smile before he move to kiss down his neck before. John, somehow, always knew how to make things better and he felt very lucky right now that he could be with John in his room tonight.

Stranger: It felt so easy, with Sherlock. Always had. He could relax against these sheets, Sherlock's scent like vanilla, and honey, all soft scents, not too citrusy like Mary's or too sweet like Molly's, it was perfect. John loved all his Omegas, as he should, he cared for them all, but Sherlock held a special place in his heart, as much as he knew it was wrong to pick favourites. He hummed as Sherlock kissed down his neck, letting himself enjoy it as his hand slid to Sherlock's neck, bringing him up as he met their lips, letting himself get a bit carried away with it, even if he didn't usually engage in any of this unless they were in heat. "Come down when everyone is asleep, make sure no one sees you, I don't want anyone jealous." John told him, mouthing over Sherlock's jaw, kissing him everywhere he could reach.

You: With a sigh, he let them kiss slowly, his mouth pressing softly against John's before the other pulled away to speak and he nodded slowly. "Okay. I will do. Thank you, John. I feel incredibly lucky." He whispered and then closed his eyes as John began to mouth over his jaw, gentle kisses being pressed against his skin and he adored it. He adored every second. He pressed kisses to John's face and neck in return, wanting to show his appreciation more now than ever. "You better go." Sherlock muttered after a few moments. "You are going to miss the rest of your film and the others will be wondering where you have gone." He commented and then pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Stranger: "Come down, stay with me? I'll make you tea, sweet as you like." John promised between kisses. It wasn't usual to have a relationship, not a proper one, whatever that was anymore, with an Omega, but John craved something. He liked kissing for no reason other than it was enjoyable, and sliding his hand down Sherlock's thigh to pull him in close, just because bodies pressed together felt good, not because they had to do it due to some heat. "You can sit with me? On my lap, if you want, even if you're too tall to hold properly. Please?" John asked, kissing down Sherlock's neck now, applying a little suction to his kisses to tempt him more.

You: John was always so tempting in ways that he could never quite understand. They had never done anything like this though, they had never kissed outside of heats or touched each other so intimately like this. He knew it was a dangerous game but he was enjoying every second. He let out a soft moan as John pulled him close and began sucking a little on his neck, sighing deeply before he nodded slowly. "Okay.. okay. I'll come with you. But I want tea, with three sugars and I want to sit on your lap because I don't wan to spend a second without being close to you right now." Sherlock mumbled and then kissed him again, letting it last for a few seconds before he pulled away. "I hope that's okay with you."

Stranger: "You can have anything you want," John whispered, licking a stripe up Sherlock's throat, pressing one hand to the bed as he kissed lower, managing to mouth over his collarbones, just letting himself feel comforted for once. "Hm, shall we go?" John offered, though he didn't much want to, too busy kissing the other, even though he knew if he did he'd get aroused. And.. He'd never, not outside of a heat. It seemed the Omegas weren't for that, and John had heard of 'casual sex' being offered with Beta's instead. John kept out of it as best he could. "You smell amazing," John whispered, nosing at Sherlock's scentpoint. "Incredible."

You: Sherlock moaned a little again at how John licked at his collarbone and up his throat. He was seriously making it very hard for him to actually want to leave. "I think we should." He muttered as John nuzzled in his neck and scented him. He leaned his head back and sighed softly as he did. "You smell amazing too. I love your scent. It is always so calming." John smelt like apples and cinnamon, it was warm and always made him want to stay close. He knew they were both finding it very hard to move away from the bed right now and especially because this was something that neither of them had done.

Stranger: It would be familiar for Sherlock to smell so strongly of John when he returned downstairs, an easy way to calm an unsettled Omega was to scent them, so he knew they wouldn't be suspected in any way doing that. It was just whether they'd make it downstairs, when kissing him seemed so enticing. John kissed the soft spot just under Sherlock's ear, pressing his body down against the mattress. "We can.. Kiss, if you like, in my room, tonight?" He offered, nervous, having never offered something so out of the ordinary. Yet the idea of Sherlock eventually wanting to leave unsettled him, and he selfishly wanted to have as much of Sherlock to himself in case he did leave in the end. "I'd hate to leave you," He murmured, still kissing over his neck, "you've been with me so long. Ever since you started living here, I just wanted to keep you safe and happy and that smile you offer me every morning, I don't want to lose it."

You: "We can do that." Sherlock whispered in return, knowing the offer wasn't one that John just gave out easily. "Thank you." He added then, knowing that he needed to be very thankful for this. God, he wanted nothing more but to kiss John in his room all night. He wanted nothing more right now. He frowned at what John said next and nodded a little as he spoke. "I know. I.. I don't want to lose you, more than anything. Maybe we can make this work? I'll find a way, okay? I'm sure that I just need to find a way to accept all this and maybe try to build bridges with the others. I don't want you to be sad either. I only want to make you happy." He whispered and reached a hand down to take John's chin, lifting it so that he could kiss him again.

Stranger: "If you need to leave, I won't blame you," John whispered, letting Sherlock kiss him, his hand sliding into Sherlock's curls, gently massaging at his scalp. "Mhm, Sherlock," John murmured, winding his free arm around Sherlock's waist, holding him in close as they kissed, John deepening it when he could. "We should... Should go downstairs..." John mumbled, but it was getting lost between the kisses, feeling himself heat up a bit, and the last thing he wanted was to rile himself up too much, but Sherlock was too intoxicating, in the very best way.

You: Sherlock shook his head a little bit and sighed as the hand slipped into his hair, taking in a deep breathe as he moved his arm around John's waist as they kissed. They were getting deeper and longer, he didn't want to leave but he knew that they had to. He pulled away a little and looked into John's eyes. "We can do this tonight..then no one can disturb us and no one will get suspicious, hm?" He whispered and kissed the others forehead. His heart was already racing as he thought about how they could be together later on, sharing soft kisses and gentle touches. It would be perfect. Sherlock would make sure that it was perfect.

Stranger: "I just want someone," John whispered, resting his forehead on Sherlock's shoulder with a heavy sigh. "I know you're all here because you have to be, because you were gifted or bought. And that's the way. And you only want this when you're in heat. It's just.. Difficult. I asked if I could have one Omega, initially. But the idea is frowned upon." John explained, leaning back and sitting up, sorting out his hair and slipping back into his shoes once he stood, sliding his hands down his shirt to remove the creases. "It is what it is. All of this. Anyway, shall we go?" John smiled sadly, heading to the door. "I'll go make tea, see you downstairs." He told him before heading to the kitchen to make a teapot, adding enough sugars to Sherlock's own mug, and the rest their own desired amount, but never as many sugars as Sherlock personally liked. The sweet toothed man.

You: Sherlock wished John had said anything, because the words floated in his head and he just sat there fore a moment as he took it all in. John just wanted someone. He wanted someone to kiss and someone have completely. He only wanted one Omega but had ended up with four. He eventually got up from the bed and headed downstairs, walking into the kitchen. He watched John for a moment before he looked behind him to check that no one else was around. He got closer then and slipped his arms around the others waist from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I want you." He whispered into his ear. "And not because you brought me either." He added before he pulled away and took his mug, sipping slowly at the boiling hot liquid while his cheeks burned a little from what he just said.

Stranger: In a bit of daze, just making the tea, he didn't notice that he wasn't alone until those familiar arms wrapped around him, lips to his cheek, and John all but sank into the touch. His heart grew heavy as Sherlock told him the words he wasn't expecting any Omega to actually mean, and he placed his hands over Sherlock's, offering a squeeze before the other let go. John checked the doorway, noticing they were safe, before he stepped over, taking the mug from Sherlock's hand and cupping the man's cheeks, bringing him down for a slow kiss as he pressed him against the counter. "I want you too," John whispered, tongue slipping past his lips and licking against the seam of Sherlock's. He had no idea whether Sherlock had felt like this for a while now, but it made sense, now he considered it. The other Omega not wanting the other's company, just wanting John, feeling the need to keep to himself. Maybe he was wanted after all.

You: Sherlock wasn't expect anything more, he had just wanted John to know, more than anything else. Then he felt John take the cup out of his hands and he looked at him. He pressed his lips back against the others while he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a long kiss. He couldn't believe that John wanted him in return and god, he could kiss him forever. He felt the tongue licking against his and he let out a small moan before he parted his lips slowly. This was heated and good, better than anything he had felt. He pulled away for a second before he moved to sit up on the counter and then pulled John close again, leaning down to kiss him while his legs wrapped around his waist and he let them both indulge in the moment of just kissing.

Stranger: John let out a small sigh, a silent moan by any other words and he gripped onto Sherlock's hair, pulling him in closer as he let the pair of them let out the tension that had been caused by those words. His tongue met with Sherlock's and his hands wanted to be everywhere, all at once, sliding down under Sherlock's thighs and hoisting him in closer, breath getting heavier by the minute. It was after five more of them did John lean back, out of breath and Sherlock's lips a little red. "Ah, we... They're right there. And you have to pretend you got a rash, on your lips, okay?" John told him, not wanting to get caught before they could share a night, just them. John leant back, taking the tray of tea with shaky hands and smiling, heading for the doorway, though unable not to keep looking back at Sherlock in the process.

You: The whole thing was getting heated and John's hands were touching him in a way he'd swore they never had before. He'd kissed John a thousand times but this felt different. All previous kisses had been during a heat where he could barely remember a thing and he was just desperate for release more than anything else. It meant things were usually just quick and they barely had enough time to touch one another like John was currently doing in the kitchen. He wished the other didn't have to pull away and he actually whined softly before he nodded at the others words. "Okay." He whispered softly. He jumped gently off the counter and grabbed his cup of tea. He took a sip of it before he followed John into the front room. He moved a hand and pretended to itch his lips a bit and then managed a small smile at both Molly and Greg.

Stranger: "How is the film, you two? Mary is still asleep upstairs, though Sherlock is coming to join us." John smiled as he sat down, placing the tray on the coffee table for everyone to tuck into, with the biscuits beside, before patting his thigh for Sherlock to slide onto his lap. "How are you feeling, Sherlock, bit better?" He asked, needing an excuse to have been up there so long, not wanting the others to think he was being rebellious since Sherlock, of course, was not the best behaved. He let Sherlock take his lap space, and as Molly crawled in closer, trying to worm her way in, John glanced at Sherlock, deciding to let him choose whether he'd allow such or not.

You: Sherlock watched as the other two nodded and explained what John had missed. He stood there, a bit awkwardly for a moment before John spoke to him. "Yes. A little bit." He muttered and then moved to put his cup on the coffee table before he slid onto John's lap. He curled up against him and closed his eyes. This was actually nice, better than he expected. He opened his eyes when he felt Molly getting closer and he looked up at John. He gave a small nod then, not wanting to deny the others the very fact of being close to their master. He knew that John loved them and they loved him in return. The whole kissing thing had kind of made him feel a bit better about the situation because he knew none of them had ever got kisses like that from John outside of their heats.

Stranger: John curled his arms around Sherlock, settling back into the film as he rested his cheek atop Sherlock's head, letting the brunet curl his head under John's chin, still able to see the television if he wanted to watch it with them. He moved a hand to sift through Molly's hair too, just for a small while, smiling at her as the film played on. He did wonder about Mary, when exactly her heat would start, but he figured he'd know immediately, just hoping it wasn't too soon. Partway through the film, the room dark with just the telly on for the cinema experience, John slid his fingers under Sherlock's shirt at the side, being subtle as he moved the blanket over them, Greg curled up in his on the chair and Molly on the other side of the sofa, wrapped up in her own blanket.

You: The whole thing was actually very relaxed and neither of the two other omegas made any massive grabs for attention. It was something that made him think that maybe he had been overreacting the whole time. Sherlock was often like this, he made up scenarios in his head that were often worse than what the actual reality was. He couldn't really believe how calm and safe he felt in this very moment. The blanket was soft and warm ad he even watched a little bit of the film although he had no interested in his. He felt John's hand against his skin about halfway though and he hummed a little bit. John was certainly being very touchy and he didn't mind. He closed his eyes then and enjoyed the feeling of John's fingers against his skin.

Stranger: Now he'd had a chance with Sherlock, he didn't want it to end. John was a naturally affectionate sort, and the idea of having him closer appealled considerably. Sliding his hand over Sherlock's waist, John gently dropped a kiss to Sherlock's temple, making sure to be subtle so not to get caught. He smiled at Sherlock softly, hand moving down to the other's thigh under the blanket, remembering their moment in the kitchen earlier. Sherlock actually wanted him. And he wasn't in heat, that much was clear. It should be a few days at least before he came onto it, so John had hope that he might actually enjoy tonight.

You: Sherlock looked up at John after he had kissed the top of his head and smiled a little. There was just something between them that was special and intimate. Some sort of spark that neither of them could deny. He felt the other move a hand down to his thigh and he smirked a little bit before he rested his head back against his chest. He didn't want to be obvious so he kept quiet and pretended to continue to watch the film. All while, John's hand on his thigh seemed to make him feel more excited than he expected. He was very much looking forward to tonight and he hoped that nothing ruined it.

Stranger: Being as quiet as he could be, John pressed his lips to the shell of Sherlock's ear, whispering, "I want you," gently as he squeezed his thigh, wanting Sherlock to know for definite that his care was shared. The film didn't take long to end, and once it did, John gently stroked down Molly's side to wake her, not wanting to disturb her too much. "Bed, I think?" He offered, gently moving Sherlock off his lap and heading back into the kitchen to put away their mugs. "You okay, Greg? You're quiet tonight." John asked, noticing him having kept to himself but not falling asleep. "Film had a weird ending, I wasn't really expecting him to end up there, were you?" He asked, still being sweet with all his Omegas

You: The squeeze made him shudder a little bit and the way that John whispered those words didn't help. The other was intoxicating. He wished they didn't have to move but he was somewhat glad, because it meant that they could be alone finally. He slipped off the others lap and moved to sit where John had been siting. He looked up at John spoke and then glanced over at Greg. "I'm fine. Just tired." He spoke and gave a small smile before he got up from his chair and went to wake Molly up as she had fallen asleep again. "Yes. I wasn't expecting it either. It was a good film though." He commented and then glanced over at Sherlock. Honestly, the other made him feel a little uncomfortable due to how standoffish he was and things he had said in the past. He was trying to ignore it though as he took Molly's hand and helped her up.

Stranger: Gently smiling at Molly as Greg helped him up, he led them to the stairs and kissed the top of Molly's head sweetly, telling her to have a good rest. He then turned to Greg, stroking a hand down his arm. "See you tomorrow, alright?" John smiled, Greg always a little quieter than the rest, and he leant in to kiss his temple too before letting them go off to bed. "Sherlock, bed too." He called, knowing the other couldn't look like he was getting special treatment. Although before he sent him up, he embraced him, leaning close to his ear. "Come down when you want to, I'll be there." He whispered before letting him go to head off to his bedroom once he'd turned the TV off, taking a quick shower before bed and slipping into some fresh pyjamas, deciding to read for a little while.

You: Sherlock headed upstairs and took a shower himself, wanting to try and calm himself before he came downstairs. He changed into his pyjamas before he decided to go downstairs. He checked outside his door a few times before he crept downstairs. He checked constantly behind him before he knocked on John's door. He was scared someone would see him and he didn't really want this ruin. He didn't even wait for John to reply as he slipped into his room and shut the door. He was too worried that someone would come down for a glass of water or something. "Hey." He whispered and looked up at John. His heart was racing faster than it ever had and he couldn't seem to calm down.

Stranger: John looked up as Sherlock came in, smile slipping onto his lips as he pulled the covers down a bit for Sherlock to join him. John's room didn't have much in, it was roomier than the others, it had a spacious bed and a few of John's personal belongings inside. Books, photos, trinkets. It was very John. "Hello,come in." John greeted, patting the space beside him as he put the bookmark in and set the book on the bedside table. "No one is awake? You're pretty sneaky so I'm sure you're fine." He teased, smile only growing wider.

You: Sherlock looked around at the rather big room and smiled a little. He could see photos and things that he knew were special to John, it was a wonder to get to see them all. He moved over to John's bed and moved to get beside him, looking around some more. "I.. yes, I'm pretty sure that no one else is awake. I checked so many times, I was so scared someone would see me." He muttered and then pressed a kiss to his cheek and then grinned. "I can't believe I'm here. I'm honestly so lucky." He mumbled.

Stranger: "I didn't realise you were so upset, and I felt awful, this is the least I can do." John smiled, shuffling down and pulling Sherlock in close. "Did you mean what you said, in the kitchen?" He asked, having meant to ask for some hours now, his hand sliding to the small of Sherlock's back. "I want this. Something normal, to be close before having to go through the heats all over again. I know it never feels real. We might be bonded but I feel it divided and it's... Difficult." John explained, not wanting to dwell on the negative too much. "How can it be frowned upon to just have one partner, you know?" Thinking, John stroked a hand down Sherlock's back. "Where would you be, where would you want to be, if I'd never bonded with you?"

You: "Hey. I didn't want to make you upset." Sherlock said with a small smile and moved close to John. "Yes. I really meant it. I want you." He whispered and then closed his eyes. "I understand. It doesn't feel as good as what it did today, kissing you outside of a heat, it feels normal and natural and just.. something different." He commented and then sighed a little bit. He didn't know how it could be frowned upon, he really didn't understand the world sometime. He wished that they could be together like this. Sherlock looked up at John when he asked that question before he shrugged. "I don't know. I've never thought of a life outside of you. You are all I've ever known and I'm glad, because you are something else, you are something special."

Stranger has disconnected.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any omega!Sherlock fic recs and slave!lock fic recs?

Hey Nonny!!

Ahhhh, okay so the majority of Omegaverse fics I’ve read are Omega!John, and I haven’t read anything really new since then... Check out this community recs list here for Slavery AU fics and I’ll pull out my Omega Sherlock fics below:

(edit LOOOOLL I suck I’m sorry, I don’t have more than one personal rec, so I added my MFL list too. As always, feel free to add your own OmegaSherlock Fics!!)

OMEGAVERSE Pt 1.5: OMEGA SHERLOCK

See also:

Omegaverse (My list)

Omega Sherlock (Alexx’s List)

Alpha!John, Omega!Sherlock & the Dub-con sex (Alexx’s List)

Sherlock is Pregnant

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w., 31 Ch. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate's secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn't he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock's past as events conspire to threaten their future.

MARKED FOR LATER

Guardian and Assistant by I_Have_No_Clue (M, 1,229 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Blow Jobs, PWP, Alpha Sherlock/Omega John, Mentions of Heat) – In this A/O world, ever Alpha, Beta, and Omega have a Type to them that describes the traits they have. John tries to figure out Sherlock's. Part 1 of the Types series

Tumblr Mini-fics #7: Triskadekaphilia Fic Fest - The Johnlock Fics by berlynn_wohl (E, 3,791 w., 16 Ch. || First Time, Alley Sex, Dub. Con., Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, ABO Dynamics, Mpreg, Omega Sherlock, Sub Sherlock, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Chastity Device, Drugged Sherlock, Milking, Omega John, Experiments, Nudity, Yoga) – In March 2013, I celebrated 1300 Tumblr followers with my Triskadekaphilia Fic Fest. Followers requested a pairing and a kink, and I wrote a fill for each that was 13 sentences long, with one sentence that was 13 words long, and with one word that was 13 letters long. These are the resulting Johnlock fics. Part 7 of the Tumblr Mini-Fics series

It's All Fine by beltainefaerie (E, 3,795 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Genderqueer Character, First Kiss/Time, Mating Cycles/In Heat, OmegaSherlock / AlphaJohn) – John Watson had no idea that Sherlock was an omega, but when they are trapped in a shipping container at just the wrong time, everything becomes unbearably clear. Part 1 of the It's All Fine

Iris by Leloi (E, 11,302 w. || Omegaverse || Time Travel, Mpreg, Infertility, Virgin Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Est. Rel., Omega Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – John Watson was quickly learning to hate the Victorian Era. It wasn’t just the lack of proper medical care… Although that was a rather large component. It was the filth. It was the misery and the lack of regard for human life. Ok… So maybe the lack of proper medical care was a major component. It was difficult being a 21st century medical doctor stuck with 19th century technology. There was some sort of time travel involved. The really strange part is that there was a past version of himself living with a past version of Sherlock Holmes. Ok… So maybe that wasn’t the strangest part either. He seemed to be stuck in an alternate universe.

A Twist of Fate by cloud_wolfbane (M, 21,103 w., 12 Ch. || Omegaverse, Mpreg, Drug Use, Parentlock) – In a cocaine bender Sherlock forgets to take his heat suppressants and spends his heat with a soldier readying for deployment. While he remembers the man's kindness he does not remember his name. In a move even Sherlock isn't sure he can deduce, he decides to keep the child. What will he do 10 years later when he meets Dr. John Watson at Barts? Part 1 of the Twist of Fate series

A Question of Intent by Mildredandbobbin (E, 22,129 w., 6 Ch. || Omegaverse || Dub Con / Consent Issues, Misunderstandings, Knotting, First Time, Switching, Mating Cycles, Top/Bottom O!Sherlock, Top/Bottom A!John) – Sherlock was on the bed, naked, writhing, tangled in the sheets, on all fours and apparently in the full throes of a Heat. So very not good, the non-lizard part of John's brain was saying -- the enlightened 21st Century, reconstructed Alpha part, the part that supported Omega contra-heat, equality, pro-choice, the Omega rape legislation and general gender liberation. The part that knew Sherlock did not, obviously did not, want to copulate with him and certainly did not want to bond.

[immortal-trash]

Appreciation for my Readers

Thank you for making As We Fall reach 100 bookmarks!!!!

I know it’s not a big deal but I can’t believe some of you are following this fic that I’ve been writing since 2015 but STILL haven’t finished

BUT it has a CHAPTER COUNT now which means i WILL finish it by mid 2020 at LATEST.

Update maybe around the end of this month or the first week of June? :D 

[seeing-it-my-way]

Hi all.

Looking for RP partners for Sherlock.

Omegaverse, johnlock.

PM for any takers.

[lapuslazulli]

Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Bill Murray (Sherlock), Mike Stamford, Mrs. Hudson, James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper (Mycroft) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Slavery, Hundred Years War - Freeform, Agincourt, Archery, Bonding, Johnlock - Freeform, Dubious Consent, consensual heat, mentions of rape (not committed by John), AlphaJohn, OmegaSherlock, war related violence, mildly dubious use of history, Mpreg, Complete Summary:

In 1415, English archer John of Kenilworth is sent by Lord Mycroft Holmes from the field of victory at Agincourt to protect a remote French castle. Cherinfourde is under some dark cloud and John means to get to the bottom of it, in his lord's name. If only he could stop thinking about the most unusual omega he has ever met.

Added: Cover art

[littleuggy]

Read/Reading today:

All Things Inherit by BeautifulFiction (Sherlock fic)

   -A werewolf Johnlock fic. I’ve read it before but don’t remember much about it. I’ve been on a Sherlock kick here lately. I’ve kind of been lowkey searching for this one werewolf Sherlock fic where the wolves are known to modern society and wear collars that indicate how “tame” they are. This isn’t it, but it’s pretty good so far. 

The Hive by BeautifulFiction (Shelock fic)

   -A bunch of shorts based off prompts. Entertaining snippets. 

What He Wrote by fitofpique (Sherlock fic)

   -A funny short piece centered around autocorrect mistakes.

Mission Alpha by wendymarlowe (Sherlock fic)

   -pretty good A/B/O fic. I’ve lost my patience for super angsty ones. AlphaJohn/OmegaSherlock, which is my preferred designations for that fandom.

The Colors ‘Verse by Quesarasara (Sherlock fics)

   -I was surprised to find this one, I thought I’d exhausted all the Sherlock soulmate fics on AO3. A little long and sappy, but ultimately pretty good. Centers around the idea that everyone is colorblind until they meet their soulmate. The author did a good job building that world. 

Blogger by RoseAngel (Sherlock fic)

   -Part of the author’s Red Thread series which details different ways Sherlock and John might have met.

The Fifth Elephant by Terry Pratchett ( the 19th novel of Discworld, read by Stephan Briggs)

   -I like listening to audiobooks when I work on art projects. I almost always have some Discworld book that I listen to in my spare time. The City Watch books are some of my favorites. I’ve read them repeatedly and they still make me smile :) Started this one today.

It Devours! (A Nightvale Novel by Joseph Fink and Jeffery Cranor read by Cecil Baldwin)

   -I’ve been a bit lax on keeping up with my favorite desert community this last year. I was looking at my elibrary and saw I only had this book checked out for 5 more days so I figured I should finally listen to it. As always, Cecil’s voice is beautiful and magnetizing. 

[crowley-fe11]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Omegaverse, and Johnlock.

Stranger: Doesn’t it drive you mad? Living with him, John? GL (omegaSherlock)

You: A little. It keeps things interesting, at least. JW (alpha)

Stranger: I don’t mean his personality. I mean his smell. GL

Stranger: Hell I’m only a beta and I think he smells delicious. GL

Stranger: Makes his personality almost acceptable. GL

You: I had to learn to control my instincts when it comes to that. JW But I have to admit, he does smell wonderful. JW

Stranger: How? How do you control your instincts? Is it an army thing? GL

You: Army training, yeah. JW

Stranger: Huh. GL

Stranger: Interesting. GL

You: Though I do have a certain threshold. Sherlock's been the only one so far to test it since training. JW

Stranger: Have you ever talked to him? GL

You: About his scent? JW

Stranger: About... that stuff. GL

Stranger: Yeah. GL

Stranger: Does his brother try to find him matches? HL

You: I've never noticed anything. JW And it's never really come up either. JW

Stranger: Because you avoid it? GL

You: Well, I don't actively seek that topic. JW

Stranger: Did I ever tell you about the time Anderson tried to pick Sherlock up? GL

You: No, but god, how on earth did that play out? JW

Stranger: I’ve never seen someone be ripped apart so completely before. GL

Stranger: And Sherlock Just smiled sweetly with every sentence. GL

You: Jesus. JW

Stranger: “It will take an alpha with a bigger knot than your shrivelled bean to ever mount me” was one of the lines. GL

Stranger: I nearly wet myself with laughter. GL

Stranger: The rest was more mature but that one was particularly amazing. GL

You: Do you know if it was because it was Anderson? JW Or is he just not interested in having an alpha at all? JW

Stranger: He’s done a similar thing to nearly all the alphas I’ve seen him with. GL

Stranger: Well. Except you. GL

Stranger: Supposedly there was someone at university. But they never mated or anything. GL

Stranger: I don’t know much about him. gl

You: Hm. JW Do you think I should try asking him out then? JW

Stranger: You should before next month. GL

Stranger: There’s a pool on, at Scotland Yard. And I want the money. GL

You: People have been placing bets? JW

Stranger: About when you two get together? Yeah. GL

Stranger: Like I said you are the only alpha he hasn’t ripped apart. GL

Stranger: I’m not the only one that noticed. HL

You: Maybe I'll ask him out for a drink tonight then. JW

Stranger: Or something more. GL

You: Hey, I have until before next month for you to win. I want to do this properly. JW

Stranger: Properly? GL

Stranger: Aren’t you a gentleman? gl

You: Well I'm not going to just hook up with him. JW I like him. I'd want to see where it goes. JW

Stranger: Okay. Well. Good luck. GL

You: Thanks. I'll let you know how things go. JW

Stranger: (No reply)

You: [To Sherlock] Hey, you want to go for a pint tonight? JW

Stranger: A pint? SH

You: Yeah, or any drink you fancy. JW It's on me. JW

Stranger: I hate those awful pubs you go to. SH

Stranger: I choose tea. At home. SH

You: Alright, sure. Do you want me to pick up some takeaway on my way home? JW

Stranger: If you’re hungry. SH

Stranger: I have half a sandwich leftover from lunch. SH

You: Okay, just let me know if you change your mind. JW

Stranger: When do you get home? SH

You: Probably between 5:30-6:00. JW

Stranger: Ugh. SH

Stranger: But I’m bored /now/. SH

Stranger: And your tea is better. SH

You: It won't be too long. I promise. JW

Stranger: Hmm. Okay. SH

You: Anything you'd like to do when I get there? JW We could put on a film or something. JW

Stranger: Depends. Do you mean James Bond or a bee documentary? SH

Stranger: I suppose I could put up with James Bond... SH

You: You can pick. JW

Stranger: (Delayed) whats the occasion? SH

You: Just wanted to spend some time with you, that's all. JW

Stranger: Usually you play argue with me about the movie. SH

Stranger: Time with you sounds nice. SH

You: Well, I figure there's more time to just enjoy each other's company. JW What would you like to watch? JW

Stranger: (Delayed) Lets watch the second Jurassic Park movie. SH

Stranger: I’ve just realised the offer of a pint was meant to be abounding exercise. SH

Stranger: I apologise for shutting it down so abruptly. SH

Stranger: * a bonding

You: It's fine. If you prefer a night in, then we can do that. JW

Stranger: Will you play with my hair? SH

You: Would you like me to? JW

Stranger: I always like it when you do. SH

You: Then I'd be happy to. JW

Stranger: See you soon, John. SH

You: See you soon. JW

Stranger: (No reply)

Stranger: (If you sent something I didn’t get it?)

Stranger: (You there?)

You: (Yeah, sorry I got distracted! I'll send it in just a sec)

You: John soon got back to Baker Street, having picked up some takeaway for himself, enough to share if Sherlock was still hungry. He made his way up to the flat, Sherlock's sweet scent hanging in the air as it always did as he came inside. "Hey," he greeted softly as he put down the paper bag with his dinner and put the kettle on. "Have you been terribly bored since I last texted you?" He lightly teased as he got out mugs for them both.

Stranger: Sherlock was laid with his back on the couch staring at the ceiling. “And yes. I have been. Honestly this job of yours is incredibly selfish” he muttered his chin resting on his fingers. He closed his eyes and allowed himself a few deep sniffs of the alpha scent. The John scent. He smiled slightly before opening his eyes and propping himself up to look at John. “I need tea” he commanded. While John’s smell was distracting as hell, he just wanted it closer. And he wanted tea.

You: "You know, demanding it more isn't going to make the kettle boil faster," John chuckled as he looked over at the detective. It was so difficult to resist him at times, especially when he always smelled so tempting. Perhaps he might just let himself give in, though only if it was something Sherlock wanted as well. He was certain he'd be given hell otherwise.

Stranger: “No but it does get your attention which is always a bonus” he shrugged, still propped up to look at him. He was already in his dressing gown and loose pyjamas. He saw no reason to stay dressed. He would have gone for the sheet but John had made it quite clear that that wasn’t acceptable. The moody old grouch. He let his eyes gaze at the alpha, eyes lingering on the strong military shoulders, the stubble... the curves of his aging body. The strong and short stature...

You: John smiled and shook his head as he got everything else ready for their tea. Sherlock always seemed to have an air of mischief. Then again, that just added to his charm, and it's something else that made him fall for the younger man. After a few moments, their tea had steeped, and John brought Sherlock's, fixed to his liking, to the living room. He then brought over his dinner to get settled in, looking forward to his evening with the omega.

Stranger: Sherlock moved so John could join him on the sofa. He rested his shoulder on John’s gently. He’d done it before but only a few times. Times when he wanted to test. He has always been curious if John... Responded to him. He had tried pushing him. Seeing if he would snap. So far no joy. He pressed play on the dvd and kept his head there while John ate. He sipped his tea gradually, enjoying the warmth of the other man.

You: John rather enjoyed when Sherlock cuddled up to him, though he wasn't sure if it was simply because he wanted contact with an alpha he tolerated, or if it meant something more. "You know, I'm still happy to share if you want," he told the other softly as the opening credits played, looking over at him with a small smile.

Stranger: Sherlock considered it for a moment. Then he nodded. “Fine” he said, not moving an inch, just opening his mouth for John to feed him. He was rather too comfortable to move right this second. “Spring roll please. That’s all” he grinned before opening his mouth again. There was a playful glint in his eye.

You: John chuckled and grabbed on of his spring rolls. The lazy git. It's a good thing he's cute, John thought to himself as he brought the roll to Sherlock's mouth. Even if he didn't end up with Sherlock in any other way than friendship, he was still certain he'd be the death of him.

Stranger: Sherlock bit into the roll and chewed it happily. Then he took the last half slightly licking his fingers as he did so. “Yummy. Thank you” he grinned smugly. He liked getting the doctor to do things for him. Maybe it was because he was an alpha. Maybe because he was John. Then he settled back into his shoulder.

You: John couldn't help but watch Sherlock as he finished the roll and licked his fingers. Damn... He didn't know how he'd be able to get through the evening without giving in and snogging him senseless. "You're welcome," he answered, continuing to eat his dinner, setting it aside once he was full. Though this time, it was his turn to test boundaries. He wrapped his arm around Sherlock as he relaxed and enjoyed the film, figuring it might at least show the omega he would be open to something more intimate.

Stranger: Sherlock was surprised when he felt John’s arm slip to hold him in place. He liked it. He snuggled into his shoulder more firmly resting one hand on John’s chest. Had John noticed what his arm had done? Did it mean nothing? Did it mean everything? He was distracted from the film now. John’s scent was enveloping him. He just... he found himself overcome with a need he hadn’t felt in such a long time. A need to kneel... a need to be... well... an omega.

You: John felt a hand move to his chest, and he wondered if Sherlock could tell how fast his heart was beating, how close he was to pushing the limits of the friendship they've built together. He stroked his arm, feeling the soft silk of the other's dressing gown as the omega's scent made more of the alpha within him stir.

Stranger: Sherlock could practically feel John’s skin vibrating again his hand. He moved it up and down slowly like John was doing on his arm. He let out a small moan. It was so quiet. So quiet it would be easy to miss it. He looked up at John, his lips slightly parted and his mouth dry. “Alpha...” he whispered lowly.

You: John could have sworn he heard a moan from Sherlock, but he could have easily imagined it. But then he heard Sherlock's whisper. Alpha. He wanted him. Needed him. He turned to face him more and reached up to cup his jaw, stroking his cheek as he gazed at the other. Then, he slowly leaned in and closed the distance between them, giving the omega a sweet, tender kiss.

Stranger: Sherlock moaned so loudly when his lips touched his. He had kept this side of himself inside for so long. Keeping it in control. But now... he just wanted John. He moved and straddled one of John’s thighs, and brought their lips together again, this time more passionately, more heatedly.

You: John groaned in response against Sherlock's lips and moved his hand to stroke through the other's curls, kissing him more deeply, showing him all that he'd held back for so long. He let his other arm wrap around his waist as he kept him close, never wanting to let go.

Stranger: Sherlock rested their foreheads together. “You’re distracting me from the film, alpha” He whispered. He rubbed his nose against John’s slowly, back and forth. He shuffled closer to him, not wanting to stop feeling the heat of his body. He couldn’t believe anything could feel this good.

You: "You're just as guilty of distracting me as well," John breathed, smiling as he gently rubbed his nose back against Sherlock's, playing with his hair softly. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He just kissed Sherlock Holmes...

Stranger has disconnected.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any Johnlock fics where they are stuck in tight places? Many with a little love confession or some sexy times *wink wink*

Hi Nonny!

Ahh, I don’t have very many, so I’ve included any fic I have read where they were trapped or stuck somewhere! Let me see what I can dig up for you! Hopefully you enjoy, and I encourage my lovelies to submit their own!

TRAPPED IN TIGHT SPACES

See also: Trapped in a Closet (Alexxphoenix List)

Booted by Sexxica (E, 1,175 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped, Kidnapping, Handcuffs, Biting Kink, Blow Jobs, Coming in Pants, Tight Spaces, Humour, Smut, 69 Sex Position, BJ’s Through Pants) – John and Sherlock have been kidnapped, handcuffed, and stuffed together in a car boot. How come they can never take these situations seriously? Part 3 of the Tumblr Ficlets Gone Wild

Closeted by Sexxica (E, 2,762 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped in a Closet, Panicking Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, Awkward Conversations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluffy Ending) – An improvised hiding spot and a bit of accidental voyeurism leave John and Sherlock in an awkward position.

Fortune Favours the Wet by CaffieneKitty (K+, 3,668 w., 1 Ch. || Adventure, Trapped John, Mild Peril) – There was something to be said about the quiet of the bottom of a well… Things go wrong for John during a case.

Trapped and Upside Down on the M6 by BootsnBlossoms (E, 4,256 w., 1 Ch. || Whump, Car Accident, H/C) – Everything felt wrong. His hair was going the wrong way. His arms were bent in ways he wouldn’t choose to bend them. His neck hurt and he couldn’t really feel his toes. Something was dripping on his face – and rolling up. A car crash. He had been in a car crash.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4,357 w., 1 Ch. || THoB Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drugged John, PTSD / Panic Attack, Hallucinations, Worried Sherlock, John’s Past, Friendship) – What if John hadn’t seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. How will Sherlock react?

Closeted by sussexbound (T, 6,115 w. || Love Confession, First Kiss, Games, Trapped in a Closet) – Sherlock and John get trapped in a closet while on a case. Some revelations are made while they play a game to pass the time. Part 1 of Intimacy

The Thin Line by Odamaki (M, 10,809 w., 1 Ch. || Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Confessions, First Times, Anal, Idiots in Love, Hand Jobs, Gentle Kissing) – John swallows. Keeps his eyes on Sherlock. Begs him not to ruin him.Sherlock leans forward over the witness box ever-so slightly, “I was distracted,” he informs the court, “by my partner, John Watson.”

Catastrophe Medicine by LaSuen (T, 11,550 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Suspense, Adventure, Whump, Hard Core Bromance) – Chasing after a pyromaniac bomber Sherlock and John wind up in a deserted building which explodes and leaves them trapped under the rubble, both severely injured.

The Hand You’re Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 12,092 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Light Violence, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury, Friendship) – Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working.

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop, Past Abuse) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn’t simple.

MARKED FOR LATER

Body Heat by janto321 (E, 1,725 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, First Time, Huddling for Warmth, Bottomlock, Virgin Sherlock) – Trapped in a car without any heat, John and Sherlock find themselves in a compromising situation.

It’s All Fine by beltainefaerie (E, 3,795 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Genderqueer Character, First Kiss/Time, Mating Cycles/In Heat, OmegaSherlock / AlphaJohn) – John Watson had no idea that Sherlock was an omega, but when they are trapped in a shipping container at just the wrong time, everything becomes unbearably clear. Part 1 of the It’s All Fine

The Halloween Party by XistentialAngst (M, 19,044 w., 3 Ch. || Halloween, Sexy Sherlock, Vampires, Costumes/Disguises, Mutual Masturbation, BAMF John, First Time, Humour, Romance, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John attend a Halloween party on the trail of a vampire killer – a man who’s been seducing his victims and taking all their blood. Sexy costumes, bad puns, hideous danger, frantic sex in hidden places and some Halloween-flavored fluff are all on hand to “treat” you. Boo.

Mountebank by Odamaki (M, 26,514 w., 2 Ch. || Fake Relationship/Dating/Marriage, For A Case, Jealous John, Suits, House PartyCrack, Trapped, UST, Dancing, Idiots in Love, Confessions, Friends to Lovers) – “I am calm,” John snaps, leaning on the door to glare out at the dark streets around them. Sherlock’s not said where they’re going; all he knows is they came off the ring road to the west of London and have vanished somewhere into the depths of Berkshire. All he knows is that he’s been trussed up in a suit that wasn’t hired from anywhere and if brought new would edge up into the triple figure margins. “Be calmer,” Sherlock advises, with a trace of irony. “We’re going to a party.” Part 29 of the The Sherlexicon

[headcanon-haven]

Imagine John all but dragging pregnant Sherlock to Lamaze classes.  The snark, the nerves, and the poor instructor.

You're welcome.

[lapuslazulli]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Sherlock's P.O.V., Omega Sherlock, Alpha John, Top John, Bottom Sherlock, Implied Mpreg, Married Couple, Bond Mates, Mating, Anal Sex, Knotting, Impregnation, Romance, Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Some Plot, Mostly porn Summary:

Sherlock's heat starts and he is ready to give John what he's always wanted, kin.

[smushed-c137]

Holmescest, Mylock, Omegaverse

You both like Holmescest, Johnlock, and Omegaverse.

Stranger: You didn't hurt me. SH

You: Are you quite certain? MH

Stranger: When have you ever known me not to be? SH

You: Very good point, brother mine. What would you like to do now? MH

You: Apparently not. MH

You: If that's what you want. MH

Stranger: You're disappointed. SH

You: No. MH

Stranger: Stop lying. You know, I can read you. SH

You: Of course, I trained you to when we used to play deductions. MH

Stranger: Let's keep this simple: What do you want? SH

You: Oh, so you can't read me then? MH

Stranger: I know when you're lying. SH

You: I'm not telling you. If you don't know it already, it would be insulting to tell you outright. MH

Stranger: You're being ridiculous. SH

You: I thought it was quite obvious that I have had feelings for you, further than that of being siblings, for a long time. MH

Stranger: You ran the moment my heat was over. SH

You: I didn't intend to run. I didn't intend to mate with you. It was a mistake to put you in that position. And it was wrong of me to want it more than anything. MH

Stranger: You didn't put me into any position! SH

You: ((brb))

You: I did. I have put you into a jeopardising position. I want to bond with you but we couldn't have children. We can't show our relationship. I don't want you to be shunned. MH

Stranger: You mean, you've put yourself in that position. SH

You: No. Not at all. I want you to live a happy normal life. I want you to have children and get married and bonded. As far as I'm concerned I will stay single all my life. MH

Stranger: Me? Having children, getting married and bonded? If you're trying to be funny, you're failing quite spectacularly. SH

You: Not funny, no. Hopeful, yes. MH

Stranger: Right now you're being neither. SH

You: Then what do you want, Sherlock? MH

Stranger: What do you think? SH

You: I think we are in quite a predicament. MH

Stranger: Are we? SH

You: Either way, we lose. MH

You: But one way we could also win. MH

Stranger: How? HS

Stranger: *SH

You: One way, we will be unaccepted and shunned for a taboo relationship. But if we don't we will suffer for rejecting what we truly desire. MH

Stranger: Not the part I'm interested in. SH

You: Everything in my being wants to be with you Sherlock. MH

Stranger: Then why aren't you here? SH

You: I'm sorry. I should have stayed. MH

Stranger: I don't want your apologies. SH

You: Then what do you want? MH

Stranger: You. SH

You: Oh. brother mine. MH

Stranger: Don't act as if you're actually surprised. SH

You: I'm not. But it is significant to actually hear it from you. MH

Stranger: I'll take it back if you aren't here within the next 15 minutes. SH

You: I'll be there sooner. MH

Stranger: I believe that when I see it. SH

You: ((Do you want to end this or switch to paragraphs?))

Stranger: ((I'm fine either way.))

You: Mycroft placed his phone in his blazer pocket and sat back in the car, sighing and letting all of his troubles and worries seep out of him to be replaced with excitement. He arrived at 221B within 11 minutes. Which was what he promised, so when he went up into the flat to see him his heart seemed to freeze in his chest, but he kept his same unaltered exterior. Of course Sherlock would know better. He could smell the remnants of the heat he shared, and it made his eyes flutter shut.

Stranger: Sherlock had been lying on the sofa, curled up into himself, wanting to go and lie down in his bed but finding himself unable to stand the lingering smell of himself and his brother. Of course it had been wrong, completely so, but they had never cared about conventions and how could something be wrong that had felt so utterly right when it had happened? Sherlock pressed his face into the back of the couch, trying to block out the empty flat.

You: Without hesitation once up the stairs he stepped into the living room and went to Sherlock, slipping to his knees with an heir of grace as he leaned forwards and wrapped himself around Sherlock. A combination of feelings made him do it. Brotherly care, to make sure Sherlock was alright. An alpha curing his omega of his emotional ailments and then mostly, his compulsion to show his affection.

Stranger: One moment everything felt cold and awful and wrong and then it didn't. Strong arms were holding him, the warmth of another body seeping through his thin dressing gown and most of all there was that wonderful, comforting scent that had Sherlock turn around immediately, tucking his face into the spot where it was strongest below Mycroft's chin. "Finally," he murmured against the alpha's skin, words muffled and lacking their usual harsh edge.

You: "I know." He slid his hands across Sherlock so he had him tighter, getting his own lovely waft of Sherlock's beautifully potent scent, it calmed him to his core and reminded him just how much he ached for Sherlock when they weren't together. To be bonded and attached to him would allow him to die happily, he decided, that was all he wanted, and he felt idiotic for only just realising that was all he ever wanted. He let one hand come to Sherlock's head and stroke back his curls from his head before pressing a kiss there.

Stranger: Without him noticing Sherlock's fingers had curled into the front of Mycroft's shirt, holding the alpha close, keeping him from leaving again. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. He could feel the soft kiss to his forehead, letting out a low purr from deep in his throat, before moving and brushing a kiss of his own to the underside of Mycroft's jaw.

You: Mycroft happily tilted his head so that Sherlock had access to his jaw, the kisses there buzzed through his whole body and all of his nerves, only Sherlock had this power over him. Sherlock always had it. He gently gripped Sherlock's hair in his hand shifting on the floor slightly to kick his shoes off he mounted the couch and pressed his body flush against Sherlock's.

Stranger: Just a few kisses and Sherlock got what he wanted. Mycroft was leaning over him, climbing onto the sofa and soon pressing Sherlock into the soft cushions with his weight. The omega purred again. His mind was still buzzing with hormones and he loved to have his alpha on top of him. "Missed you," he murmured, brushing his lips across Mycroft's cheek to his ear, ever so slightly arching his body up against the alpha.

You: God, the things Sherlock could do to him. It had Mycroft wrapped around his little finger, he felt Sherlock's body up against his and the words went straight to his core. He needed to hear these things sometimes, Sherlock was so reserved and although he could just about read him he had to coax out these confessions, "I missed you, too." He relayed, smiling and after feeling Sherlock's lips on his face he took his brother's neck and tilted his mouth to his for a kiss as his other hand found Sherlock's back and pressed him harder against him.

Stranger: He was being held and caressed, controlled and cherished. The omega in Sherlock was keening in delight, and there might have been at least a small content noise coming from him as his brother tightened his grip around him, kissing him as if they'd never done anything else. Sherlock let himself be kissed, meeting Mycroft's mouth eagerly.

You: Mycroft hummed into the kiss, this was where he belonged. He flipped them around so Sherlock was lying on his back and he lay between his legs, deepening their kiss and incidentally, grinding their hips together. He stammered a small growl before he let his head rest against Sherlock's. He became a mess of pure want and desire around Sherlock, and perhaps what was too soon to say, how much he was in love with him.

Stranger: Plain perfect. There was no other word for it. Sherlock arched into the touch,legs falling open in a silent invitation, hips rolling up to meet Mycroft's while he felt his boxer briefs growing damp with arousal. "Bed," Sherlock managed eventually, moving out from under his brother and staggering to his feet with their hands entwined, pulling Mycroft towards his bedroom.

You: Sherlock was very direct and Mycroft understood and preferred it actually. He allowed himself to be guided to his brother's room but upon entering he took control again, taking Sherlock by the hips and pushing him back onto the bed. He stalked up the bed on his hands and knees,before impatiently trying to undo his tie and waistcoat.

Stranger: Mycroft pushing him onto the bed, looming over him, tugging at his clothes with a growing urgency. Sherlock leaned up to help and kiss him at the same time, his deft fingers managing to undo the buttons quickly and without much fuss. The bed still smelled of them and Sherlock revelled in it, now that his alpha was back, allowing himself to enjoy the traces of his heat.

You: When he was half undressed he pushed Sherlock's dressing gown from his shoulders, this was his favourite part, like unwrapping a gift. He loved to caress Sherlock with his tongue. He gradually, slowly but thoroughly kissed all of Sherlock. His neck, shoulders, tonguing his nipples, his navel, kissing his hips, the tip of his erection, his thighs, he took his time at the sensitive part on the inner thigh just at the seam where leg meets hip.

Stranger: By the time Mycroft was kissing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, Sherlock was a writhing mess, gasping out little moans, his cock flushed and leaking as well as his hole. "Stop-ah.. stop teasing," he moaned, trying to pull Mycroft closer, to get him to do /something/.

You: "Teasing?" He enquired, feigning innocence, before licking a stripe up Sherlock's cock and letting his fingers circle around his hole. "Who said I was /teasing/?" At the last word he slid two fingers inside Sherlock's wet heat, it always astounded him the sensation of Sherlock around his digits, the detail of the movement of his muscles. He curled his tongue around the tip of Sherlock's cock before swallowing him down as he fingered him.

Stranger: "Mycro- fuck!" Sherlock rarely cursed, but having his cock sucked at the same time as two slender fingers pushed into him, just short of being painful had him lose control already. "Not.. not fair," Sherlock gasped out, his hole clenching around the delicious burn, torn between wanting to push up into Mycroft's hot mouth and down onto those nimble fingers inside of him. "Oh, fuu.. please!!

You: He pulled off as his fingers curled and massaged inside of Sherlock. "I know, brother mine. I know." He loved to hear his usually coherent and articulate sibling a mess of pure want and desperation. He placed his mouth back upon Sherlock's prick as he worked him open gradually, then adding another finger. Soon he would be more than ready for him, regardless of a heat he felt delirious with Sherlock and his scent and his sounds.

Stranger: Mycroft didn't let go, his fingers finding Sherlock's prostate and making the omega whimper helplessly. "Pleasepleaseplease," he moaned, shaking under the alpha's relentless touches. His body was ready, the remnants of his heat still cursing through his body and leaving him wet and open and pliant. "Need.. need you, now."

You: He pulled away all stimulation and unbuttoned his trousers. "Alright, I'll take care of you." He smiled as he finally stripped completely and lay his hands behind Sherlock's knees and pulled his legs up, after lining himself he gently pressed inside, when he was halfway in he snapped his hips in to fill him completely.

Stranger: When Mycroft pulled his fingers out, Sherlock let out a protesting whine, but the alpha was undressing and just the sight of his thick cock, the hint of a knot already visible had Sherlock spread his legs further, welcoming him in. Finally he felt himself breached by something so much better than just fingers and when Mycroft bottomed out inside of him, Sherlock cried out, holding onto the alpha for dear life.

You: Mycroft shushed him before pressing gentle and tender kisses to his lips and holding him close, letting Sherlock adjust for a moment as he stroked his body to relax. After a moment he rolled his hips, panting shakily at the beautiful sound of their connection and Sherlock below him. He snapped his hips inside and dragged out slowly, keeping this rhythm slow at first.

Stranger: "I'm.. I'm fine," Sherlock whispered, his voice hoarse and thick with need. Mycroft began to move and the omega arched his back, straining to meet every thrust, kissing every bit of skin he could reach, while pulling the alpha closer. This was what he had wanted, needed so much that it had actually hurt when Mycroft had left him earlier.

You: "I'm sorry, Sherlock, I should never leave your side." He mouthed along Sherlock's neck, the source of his scent, contemplated biting down before tearing his face away. He mustn't take that choice from Sherlock. Not without a full discussion and a definite talk on how they should approach it.

Stranger: Sherlock whimpered again. Mycroft's mouth was so close to where he want it, needed it. He tilted his head, arching his neck, presenting, offering it to he alpha above, around and inside him. When Mycroft pulled away, Sherlock whined again, the sorrow of not being wanted rushing through him.

You: "God Sherlock, I will, I want to, I want you more than life itself," He stammered briefly before kissing Sherlock's neck with admirable control. "Christ," He halted, all his movements, stilling deep inside of Sherlock as he fisted his hands into Sherlock's hair and cradled his head. "Is it what /you/ want?" He asked, deadly serious tone.

Stranger: Sherlock was shaking, managing a small nod as he reached up to put a hand on the alpha's cheek. "I have never wanted.. never wanted anything this much in my life," he said slowly, voice thick with emotion and arousal and everything he felt. He slid his hand around Mycroft's neck, pulling the alpha closed. "Mark me," he murmured, "claim me so everyone knows I'm yours alone."

You: "Christ Sherlock," He kissed his lips once before trailing his mouth to Sherlock's cheek and grazing him with his teeth, it was nervousness, tension, this was it. Once at Sherlock's neck he murmured quietly but clearly. "I love you so much-" He bit down, hard, scarring him as he quickly snapped his hips back inside him, deep and hard and meaningfully.

Stranger: The pain of the bite mixing with the pure pleasure of Mycroft's cock inside of him didn't leave Sherlock any chance. He arched up against him, moaning helplessly as a wave of pure bliss crashed over him, making him spill his thin omega come between them, his body clamping down around Mycroft as hard as he could. "Your know, please, Mycroft, please, I need," he whimpered, clutching at his brother's back.

You: He gasped as he pulled his mouth from the bite he left, and as he felt Sherlock's orgasm through the muscles in his body he also came, inflating as he saw stars in his eyes, squeezing them shut before locking inside of Sherlock. He fell ontop of him, smearing Sherlock's scent and come happily between them as he sighed, licking and kissing the bite he left.

Stranger: Bliss, pure, unadulterated bliss swept through Sherlock, and all he could do was hold onto his brother, his alpha, whose lovely weight was pinning him to the mattress, their bodies joined by the knot which seemed to press at all the tender spots inside of him at once. So close to his heat, Sherlock came again, aftershocks vibrating through him as the knot shifted, the soft kisses to the fresh bonding making his skin break out in goosebumps.

You: Mycroft hummed as he held Sherlock tightly, his omega, his brother, always in his care now. Now it was acceptable to calm him with his scent, to satiate him with sex, to caress and claim him when necessary. He felt Sherlock's second orgasm and it milked him of some of his own semen, he gasped before relaxing and licking the bond once more. Once it was clean he pulled his face away to look at his partner, he smiled warmly at him.

Stranger: [[brb]]

You: ((Ok))

Stranger: Sherlock blinked up at Mycroft, feeling dazed and spent and happy to keep floating like this for a bit longer. "Mine," he murmured, reaching to cup Mycroft's cheek with a gentle hand, smiling as he realised that the word was finally true. That Mycroft truly was his alpha now, his in every sense of the word.

You: "Yours." He kissed Sherlock's palm before letting his hand settle on his cheek. How very bizarre that they ended up here, after all these years of longing and wanting. It was finally a truth, that he could hold Sherlock against him and say such a simple and powerful word. "Mine."

Stranger: "Mhhh, yes," Sherlock hummed, looking like a content cat and letting out a long sigh. He wriggled a little, remembering why this position wasn't ideal for knotting but not really able to care as long as Mycroft was with him, the throbbing of the bond bite reminding him every second that this really had happened.

You: Mycroft murmured before he flipped them both over, clinging hard to Sherlock so the knot wouldn't hurt him and Sherlock was splayed over him as he lay on his back. He pulled the duvet up and over Sherlock's shoulders as he hugged him close. "It's hard to believe we are here. After all I said that sentiment is a weakness."

Stranger: Sherlock lay pliant in Mycroft's arms, letting himself be flipped around and settling on top of the alpha, his ear close enough to his heart so that he could listen to its steady beat. "Always knew that you weren't really the clever one out of us two," Sherlock murmured, nuzzling into Mycroft's chest.

You: "Now, don't get cheeky..." He laughed, too tired to scold him. "I am glad though. It's a shame that no one will accept us." He reminded lightheartedly, not like that would matter with how much they loved each other.

Stranger: Sherlock scowled, hiding his face against Mycroft's skin. "I don't care," he mumbled. "I don't care what those morons think." He huffed, closing his eyes trying not to let the thought of how this wonderful, precious thing between them would be seen by the world outside. No, Sherlock wouldn't care, he'd simply refuse to.

Stranger: [[Still there?]]

You: ((Sorry! got caught up flatmate just came back from holiday))

Stranger: [[It's fine. Just glad we didn't get dc'ed.]]

You: It was true that they didn't care, neither brother did care for the opinions of society after all the suffering they endured over the years and being rejected because of their intelligence, something they sincerely could not help, but now something they could embrace and share. How beautiful it would be now that they could cherish each other's excellence without a care for any one else's acceptance.

Stranger: Sherlock felt Mycroft relax under him and a rubbed his cheek against his chest, wanting as much of Mycroft's scent on him as possible and at the same time mark the alpha as off limits to any other omega out there. They were still knotted and Sherlock squeezed his muscles around the alpha's cock, shuddering as small shocks of bliss pulsed through him.

You: Mycroft groaned as Sherlock purposely pleasured him through the knotting, yes, Sherlock was certainly the most perfect omega. He considered himself lucky to have him. He was glad he didn't have to resent himself for his affections towards him. Sherlock was as accepting as he was and anything else after that would be dealt with accordingly, Mycroft had an unbelievable amount of power at his fingertips but none of it measured to his brother beneath his palms whom he would protect with his life. He kissed Sherlock's head and sighed, "You are perfect," he whispered, barely audible, just thinking aloud.

Stranger: Something warm and brilliant bloomed in Sherlock's chest when he caught his brother's words, not even sure if he was really meant to hear it and not caring either. "I know," he grinned, playfully nipping at Mycroft's chest and rolling his hips again, savouring the delicious burn of its girth and the lovely feeling of being filled and owned and belonging.

You: He went to chuckle but was caught off guard again by Sherlock's mischeviousness. This was going to be a very fun partnership between the two. He purred as he gripped Sherlock's arse and pressed into him, kissing Sherlock's shoulder. "You are either insatiable or love trying to make me squirm,"

Stranger: "How about both?" Sherlock replied cheekily, letting out a sigh when Mycroft moved inside of him. He raised himself a bit, kneeling up so he was straddling Mycroft and beginning to rotate his hips with a little more purpose. "I love watching you," he said, biting his lip to keep from moaning at the delicious stretch of Mycroft's knot. "Almost as much as I love having you inside me."

You: "Most likely," He smiled, watching Sherlock sit up, he got a much better view of Sherlock's taut chest and abdomen from this angle, one that made his eyes glue to him with pure lust which was being enhanced by the very eager hips. Mycroft had never been aroused straight after knotting before, but he was almost certain if Sherlock continued he would deflate and fuck him again. He felt himself flush at the idea of Sherlock watching him, that was certainly a beautiful thing to behold, but he was not used to these deliriously sexy words falling from Sherlock's mouth.

Stranger: Mycroft looked lovely like this. His face and chest flushed, eyes hooded with arousal, a dazed smile telling Sherlock everything he needed to know. He trailed a hand down Mycroft's body, flicking his nipples and then leaning down to kiss him while never stopping to grind and rotate his hips on top of him, which made breathing properly so much harder than it had any right to be.

You: Mycroft was being spoiled by the attentions of Sherlock and he rolled his head back in delight before gasping and moaning into their kiss, the knot was slowly deflating, allowing Sherlock more movement, his come and Sherlock's lubricant mixing into an intense aroma as he felt some slide down his leg, a stew of their scents deafening all his senses to the outside world. All he could focus on was Sherlock.

Stranger: Sherlock felt the knot going down, mourning its loss for a second before taking advantage of his increasing freedom to move. God, this was even better than he had thought, almost better than during the heat when they had fucked like crazed rabbits for most of the past three days. They were covered in sweat and semen, more of it spilling from Sherlock's body as he fucked himself on Mycroft's cock. God, his perfect brother, always pristine and immaculately dressed, now covered in body fluids, hair in disarray and completely giving in to this filthy activity. Sherlock couldn't help moaning, arching his back to get that perfect alpha cock deeper into him.

You: It was filthy, and it was necessary, the two well-dressed and co-ordinated brothers needed this disarray, and they would only show it to one another. Another perfect reason for them to be bonded, perhaps that was why this sex seemed to be the best they had ever had, he grew harder and harder, his erection restoring itself to full size from the knot as Sherlock tossed his head back he watched the jutting shape of his Adams apple bob in his throat as he moaned and Mycroft responded with his own growl, meeting Sherlock as he sank down by thrusting upwards.

Stranger: It felt as if Mycroft's growl, the dark, possessive growl of a true alpha, was vibrating through his body, only edging him on further. Sherlock's thighs were trembling with the strain of it and still he couldn't stop rising and pushing down onto Mycroft's cock, again and again.

You: "You're mine," He purred, punctuating it with a particularly hard and deep thrust into the warm soaking heat, the trembling of Sherlock's limbs made him reach up and touch Sherlock's cock. He loved to watched how debauched and fucked Sherlock could look.

Stranger: Sherlock shook on top of Mycroft, grinding and moving, giving a strangled gasp when Mycroft touched him. "Close," he panted, as if that wasn't blatantly obvious. He moved, the shaking of his thighs becoming worse. "Mycroft, I need..," he whimpered, ".. you need to.. help."

You: Mycroft decided he had been selfish enough in indulging Sherlock in this position, he smiled warmly as he flipped them over and pressed Sherlock deep into the mattress with his hips. "I'm going to be merciless now, Sherlock, hold on." He growled in his ear pressing his wrists either side of his head before relentlessly beginning to slam into him.

Stranger: Oh god, that was. Sherlock arched his back, meeting Mycroft's powerful thrusts and straining against the hand holding him, relishing the knowledge that he couldn't get away, that he was out of control and completely at his alpha's mercy. Thrust after thrust shook him, making him cry out, moaning and panting, close to being oversensitive and still arching up to meet the alpha every time.

You: "Look at you, keening for me, perfect omega, my perfect Sherlock." He chanted between thrusts, struggling to keep his rhythm the more they progressed. "Come for me, I know you're close." He adjusted his thrusts, aiming specifically for Sherlock's prostate and almost running close to his orgasm himself.

Stranger: Close. So close. And then he was suddenly right there at the edge, Mycroft's thick alpha cock moving inside of him, hitting his prostate and the sweet spot lying behind it, the one that made him what he was. Once, twice more and Sherlock threw his head back into the pillows, crying out as his orgasm wrecked him, every thrust that followed making him shake and sob with a pleasure so intense it blocked everything but Mycroft.

You: Mycroft cradled Sherlock through his orgasm as he fucked him but then it was too late, he was spilling too, pouring back into Sherlock, the inflation began and he locked inside as he was blinded by a flourish of colours, panting and shaking as he moaned Sherlock's name, kissing the top of his head and shuddering. ((brb))

Stranger: Sherlock wasn't sure how long he had been out, too blissed out to function, to do anything but weakly hold onto Mycroft who was shuddering above him. Sherlock could feel his alpha's cock pulsing, knowing it was filling him up, locking the seed inside of him. His inner omega was delighted, relishing the idea of being claimed and filled, even though Sherlock was on birth control and nothing would come of it. Right now that didn't matter and he was floating, holding Mycroft and stroking his back through the aftershocks.

You: It was an experience that he could never erase and one he was more than happy to do a million times with Sherlock. Which he could, now. Have him whenever he wanted and vice versa. Their relationship would be brilliant but also counter productive, Mycroft couldn't picture being very useful to queen and country now that he felt it compulsory to have Sherlock every minute. He nuzzled him as they locked into place, kissing him and tasting their sweat and lust through their mouths.

[sometimesrpsgetlost]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

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Stranger: Why were you stealing my jumpers when I left the flat this morning? JW ((pregnant omega!sherlock 6 months))

You: Because, John. I need them-SH

Obviously-SH

Stranger: Right. Obvious. You need them for what? JW

You: My nest. I need them-SH

You might find all your blankets gone as well-SH

You: Are you upset?-SH

Stranger: No, not upset. You can't help it. Probably seems very normal to you. JW

You: Very, yes-SH

God I hate being pregnant-SH

Stranger: No, you don't. Don't be dramatic. JW

You: I /hate/ it John. I don't even feel like myself anymore. -SH

My body feels like it's betraying me-SH

Stranger: Relax. It's just biology. It's natural. JW

You: But I hate it-SH

Make it go away-SH

Please?-SH

Stranger: Are you resisting the nesting instinct? That will give you anxiety like this. JW

You: No I'm not!-SH

You: Fine. I might be working on a case and this child isn't letting me-SH

Stranger: You should spend ten minutes thinking about soft things for your nest and then see how you feel. JW

You: But I've already taken all your jumpers-SH

Stranger: There's an old cashmere blanket of mine under the bed upstairs. JW

Stranger: Doesn't that sound nice? JW

You: Yes. It does. -SH

Why didn't I find it?-SH

Before when I was searching your room?-SH

Stranger: I don't know. You probably need to look harder for suitable materials for your nest. JW

You: John. I've remembered something important-SH

Stranger: Yes? JW

You: There are shops. That sell soft things for my nest. We need to go there-SH

Soon-SH

Stranger: Perhaps we'll go this weekend. JW

Stranger: You should focus on things that we have in the flat, right now. JW

You: No John I need them now. -SH

I've already gone through everything in the flat-Sh

You: I'm going-SH

Stranger: Sherlock, don't. You'll end up buying too many things. JW

You: No I won't.-SH

I'm just getting what I need for my nest-SH

You: Are you going to come with me?-SH

Stranger: I'm at work right now. Can't you wait until I get home? JW

You: No. John I need to go now.-SH

Stranger: Fine. But keep texting me as you go. Be careful. JW

You: Okay-SH

I'm in the cab-SH

Stranger: How are you feeling? JW

You: Good? How am I supposed to feel? There's a fifteen pound leech growing in me-SH

Stranger: It's not fifteen pounds. And what are you thinking about right now? JW

You: Soft things. Wanting you to come with me-SH

To make things for my nest.-SH

Stranger: Anything else? JW

You: What else should I be feeling?-SH

I'm at the shop.-SH

Stranger: Nothing. Just wondering how strong the instinct is. JW

You: John. I may have made a mistake...-SH

Stranger: What do you mean? JW

You: Everything is soft. But it smells wrong. But it's so soft and it's for my nest. And I need to wash them with your jumpers-SH

Stranger: You're not making much sense. Relax and take a few deep breaths. You can make them smell right later. JW

You: There's a yellow one. -SH

It's soft and long-SH

Stranger: A yellow what? JW

You: Soft thing. Fabric. John it's a fabric store. -SH

Stranger: Yes, I know that. Just wondering if you were looking at blankets or pillows or something. JW

You: It's fabric. I'm buying all of it.-SH

Stranger: Hey. Relax. Buy some of it. JW

You: No. Someone else will take it for their nest. It has to be my nest-SH

You: John there's more. It's got skulls on it. -SH

Stranger: Only buy a little of each kind you like, Sherlock. Just a little. jw

You: No. Someone else will take my nest. It has to be mine. All of it. -SH

Stranger: Shhh, no. Have you been scenting the fabric? JW

You: What is that? John I don't know. I just know that this is mine. -SH

The baby likes it.-SH

Stranger: It's not yours, Sherlock. Only some of it is yours. JW

You: No. All of it is mine and my baby likes it-SH

Stranger: You can't know what the baby likes. That's just your own instinct telling you that it's good. JW

You: Which means the baby likes it.-SH

You: So....I'm keeping all of it-SH

Stranger: You can't afford all of it. JW

You: Yes I can! They can't keep it from me-SH

Stranger: Get 5 feet of 5 kinds of fabric. JW

Stranger: That's all. JW

You: You are not the boss of me-SH

You: There's one that's got guns on it-SH

Stranger: Sherlock. You shouldn't leave the nest alone for so long. Get some fabric, just a few feet of something cuddly, then go back and tend to the nest. JW

You: The nest.....John why aren't you at home? You're supposed to keep it safe while I'm gone-SH

You: Wait did we discuss that?-SH

You: No, silly of course not-SH

Stranger: Mrs. Hudson is at home, so it's safe, but you should be looking after it better. JW

You: But it's all so soft. -SH

And perfect-SH

Stranger: Yes. I'm sure soft things make you very happy, don't they? JW

You: Mmmm yes. -SH

You: I've named all the skulls on my fabric-SH

Stranger: Are you cuddling it in public? JW

You: I'M PREGNANT-SH

You: Yes-SH

Stranger: Breathe. JW

Stranger: If you use Mycroft's card, buy whatever you want. JW

You: Yes. I'm using it. It's......I'm buying lots of things. -SH

Stranger: Not too much, Sherlock. I know it feels like it belongs to you, but you don't need it all. JW

You: Well it's all mine.-SH

You: You can't keep it from me-SH

Stranger: If you buy too much, you won't be able to get all of it to smell right. JW

You: Yes I can. I'll just make you sleep on all of it after I wash it with your socks. -SH

Stranger: I am not sleeping on piles of fabric. Jw

You: John you have to-SH

Stranger: We'll discuss it. Are you almost finished choosing things? JW

You: ......no. -SH

Far too many things to choose from -SH

You: There's a woman following me, John-SH

She says she wants to help but she wants to take my nest-SH

Stranger: No, she doesn't. She's trying to help you choose things to make your nest very nice for the baby. JW

You: She tried to take my nest!-SH

I'm going to bite her-SH

No. I'm not....I found more. I'm buying it. -SH

Stranger: You need to relax. JW

You: I'm coming home!-SH

There's so much. I'm coming home-SH

Stranger: Very good. Remember to eat before you start arranging the nest. There's a possibility you'll be fixated completely on it for several hours. JW

You: No. I'm busy-SH

Stranger: Food is important for the babies. JW

Stranger: *for babies

You: But I ate this morning. -SH

Stranger: It's afternoon now. JW

You: But this smells wrong. I'm busy making it smell right-SH

Stranger: Just eat very quickly before you lose the ability to think about other things. JW

You: Are you home?-JW

Stranger: No. JW

You: I am!-SH

Stranger: How are you feeling? JW

You: I'm going to make a nest. It's going to be soft and pretty and the baby likes it.-SH

Stranger: That's not really a feeling. JW

You: How am I supposed to say how I'm feeling?-SH

I know it's warm and soft and happy.-SH

Stranger: That's good. Are you going to make the softest nest, Sherlock? JW

You: Yes. I am. It's going to be good. And nice-SH

It's going to be the best nest in the world. No one is going to have one like mine-SH

Stranger: I'm sure. Very cuddly. You like cuddles, don't you? JW

You: John will you......cuddle with me?-SH

Stranger: I never dreamed I'd hear you say something like that. JW

You: I hate you-SH

You: YOu are mocking me-SH

Stranger: I'm not mocking you. I just think it's cute and I'm trying to make sure you don't develop any anxiety. JW

You: You are mocking me. You....you can't see my nest-SH

Stranger: I am not, Sherlock. Just trying to make sure you don't try to resist the instinct and end up stressing yourself out. JW

Stranger: You don't want me to see the nest? So I won't sleep on the new things? JW

You: I'm not resisting anything. I spent more than a thousand dollars /not/ resisting.-SH

No, please you need to sleep on the new things.-SH

Stranger: But I'm not allowed to see. JW

You: You need to see it-SH

Or I could blindfold you...-SH

You: JOhn you need to see my nest-SH

You: it's warm and soft and there's yellow and purple and guns. -SH

You: John?-SH

Stranger has disconnected.

[green-grape-gaze]

Simple Placation

Awwwww. Someone takes my prompt and we don't even get to finish it. Totally went away from how I first imagined it. Nonetheless, I had fun and thank you for picking it up stranger!

You: I need you to pick me up from the clinic. -SH

Stranger: Why are you at the clinic? JM

You: Ill. Lestrade wouldn't allow me to work the case unless I was granted permission by a doctor. -SH

Stranger: And were you? JM

You: No. -SH

Stranger: Tell me why. JM

You: I may have a minor cold. -SH

Stranger: They're going to tell me when I get there, Sherlock. JM

You: It's nothing to have a fit over... -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, tell me. JM

You: It's a simple cold! -SH

Stranger: Christ. Fine. JM

You: Good. I'm waiting by the doors. -SH Do you have an estimation on time? -SH

Stranger: Ten minutes. JM

Stranger: Are you really alright, Sherly? JM

You: I'm /fine/. -SH Why wouldn't I be? -SH

Stranger: I don't know, Sherlock. They threw you off a case and you're at a clinic. JM

You: [Delayed] Yes, well, I'm fine and I simply wish to go home. -SH

Stranger: Jim showed up at the clinic a few minutes later, not exactly frantic but concerned for his omega. He'd had to change his jacket in the car as a faint spray of blood had ruined it for public viewing. When he found Sherlock by the doors in the lobby, he watched him for a few seconds from afar, trying to get a read on the situation.

You: Sherlock slumped against the chairs, trying not to breathe too deeply. Minor dehydration and lack of sleep was what they had said, but the lot were complete idiots. He knew the truth, but he supposed he ought to play the part of a sickly patient. Licking his lips, he looked down at his phone, waiting for his Alpha to pick him up. Ten minutes went by quickly within his mind palace, and two minutes later, he was debating on simply calling a cab. It wouldn't be hard to sneak out. Just as he was moving to stand, he saw Jim and cleared his throat, slowly and hesitantly walking towards the other.

Stranger: Jim raised an eyebrow, taking in Sherlock's evident exhaustion. When he'd approached within a few steps of Sherlock's chair, he pulled one hand from his pocket and pressed it to Sherlock's forehead, smoothing back the curls. "Do I need to sign something?" he asked, finally, avoiding the real question at hand.

You: Rolling his eyes at the touch, he shook his head and leaned into Jim, giving a fake shiver. "No. I forged the sign when they weren't looking and told them you were just grabbing a cab." He mumbled, dropping his head to rest against the male's shoulder. "Let's go home so I can sleep." Hopefully that ought to work.

Stranger: Jim made a small, skeptical sound in the back of his throat, but he didn't argue. He merely leaned to press a kiss to Sherlock temple and offered him his hand. "Come on then, love. Let's get you in bed."

You: Taking Jim's hand, he leaned in to be shielded and let the Alpha lead him. He cast one quick glance behind himself before making sure they were fine. He didn't want Jim to speak with the doctor; it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that it was much more than dehydration or lack of sleep.

Stranger: Jim put an arm around Sherlock's waist, stroking his hip as he led him to the waiting car. "You look dehydrated," he said softly, openly the door for Sherlock and helping him in.

You: "Vomiting can do that." He spoke, nearly wincing at the mild admittance, but he could say it was just a symptom. "I'll be fine after resting." He just needed to get home so he could hole himself up and figure out what to do. Leaning against the car door, he closed his eyes and sighed softly.

Stranger: Jim waited for the car to pull into traffic, sending a few glances at Sherlock curled up against the opposite door. Then he sighed dramatically, removed his seat belt and scooted closer, wrapping an arm around Sherlock's waist and kissing the back of his neck.

You: At the dramatic sigh, Sherlock frowned and looked at Jim, relaxing only when the man was holding him. He closed his eyes once more and melted into the touch, hands coming up to rest against his stomach as Jim kissed his neck. He gave a quiet hum, enjoying the contact.

Stranger: Jim blindly found his way to their bondmark, interlacing fingers with Sherlock just as his teeth grazed the spot. "I thought you were injured, doofus," he mumbled, not bothering to pull away.

You: Shuddering at the press of teeth, he gripped Jim's hand tightly and arched his neck to expose more skin. "You would have been notified if I were injured..." He shot back, voice mildly shaky at the sensitivity of his Alpha's teeth against his skin.

Stranger: Jim ran his tongue over the scar and hummed softly. "Yes, dear. And I would've needed to sign you out, even with a minor cold. Yet we've somehow escaped the necessity."

You: He inhaled sharply, biting down on his lip to keep from saying anymore. After a few seconds, he broke just the tiniest bit. "I didn't want them to trouble you. I already said I had called you and that you would met me there..."

Stranger: Jim continued kissing Sherlock's neck, leaving for a moment the spot that made him tremble. He squeezed his hand, running a thumb over his palm. "I see." He chuckled softly, pulling Sherlock back against him.

You: Sherlock pressed into his Alpha, eyes closed tightly as he hummed. He quivered slightly, but not enough to be overly noticeable. Jim seemed to be giving him a break and that was fine. Perfectly fine. The longer he could prevent the knowledge from getting out, the better.

Stranger: Jim had his suspicions, but he decided to let Sherlock to handle the situation the way he wanted. For the time being, at least. After sucking a hickey into Sherlock's nape, he finally leaned away, releasing his hold and reaching for a bottled water. "Here, drink," he said, slumping back, exhausted from the days activities.

You: Shuddering at the suckling, he grew limp against the man, not wanting to move or sit up properly. With the bottle introduced, he gave a grunt and took it, opening it to drink it all down. They'd given him water there, as well as some food, but he doubted any of it would stay down long enough. Licking his lips, he finished the drink and passed the bottle back to Jim.

Stranger: Jim tossed the empty bottle aside and turned to face Sherlock again. He ran his hands through Sherlock's hair, his face going blank as he considered the possibility his mate was pregnant. "What happened then, you vomited at a crime scene? Did you ruin evidence?"

You: Sighing at the fingers in his curls, he leaned forward to rest his cheek against Jim's shoulder. "Yes," he paused, wondering how he should phrase his words. "I didn't ruin any evidence. It was as I was leaving. It was merely bile as I'd forgotten to eat." He lied, nuzzling the Alpha's shoulder.

Stranger: Jim couldn't hold back the note of concern any longer. He gave the top of Sherlock's head a look of profound irritation and nearly whined, "You need to eat, precious. We've talked about this. It's probably why you're ill."

You: He could have sagged with relief. With lie bought, he gave a guilty whine of his own and nosed his mate's neck to placate him. "I merely forgot, I'll remember this time. I promise. I told you there was nothing to worry about."

Stranger: Jim glared at the driver's partition, his body rigid with irritation, though his arm wrapped snugly around Sherlock's hip. The nuzzling did quite a bit to placate him, but he hated letting it show. "Fine," he grumbled. "You're eating when we get home."

You: /No/. He couldn't eat at home. What if he threw it up? He attempted to keep all rigidity out of his frame, instead truly working on making Jim go compliant. He nuzzled and kissed, nipping at the male's neck softly. "I ate while I was at the doctors. I'm not hungry."

Stranger: Jim grumbled, aware Sherlock was manipulating him. He nevertheless nuzzled Sherlock back, kissing his forehead, dragging his lips to Sherlock's temple, into his curls. "You're so much trouble."

You: "I'll eat something later tonight before you go to work." Another lie, but it ought to be enough. He needed more time to figure everything out. Kissing Jim's shoulder and then jaw, he smiled into the skin and hummed. "I may be trouble, but you adore me."

Stranger: Jim brought a hand to Sherlock's jaw, holding him still as he kissed along his brow, outlining his nearest eye-socket, then his nearest cheekbone with his lips. He was already a little bit gone. He shouldn't have touch the bondmark. It made him as crazy as it made Sherlock squirm.

Stranger: (*touched)

You: Sighing into the kisses, he tipped his head back slightly and enjoyed the pointed presses of lips against his skin. He turned slightly to kiss the corner of Jim's mouth, lips curling into a small delighted smirk. Unfortunately the car came to a stop. "Home..." He purred, kissing Jim's jaw before leaning away.

Stranger: Jim pulled away slowly, nuzzling briefly into Sherlock's hair before finally extricating himself. "Of course," he said, his voice suddenly dull. He took Sherlock's hand and led him from the car to their house, his arms around his waist. As they came inside, he nosed at his neck and sounded a soft growl. "Soup. Sick people eat soup."

You: It was all very pleasant, even the growl because he /adored/ the way Jim growled. Yet the Alpha was talking about soup and Sherlock felt his stomach churn at the thought of eating. "I'm not hungry." He whined, exposing more of his neck, hands settling gingerly over his stomach as if he could placate the nausea. "I'll eat tonight."

Stranger: Jim couldn't ignore the arch of Sherlock's neck, and he in a second he was dragging his teeth over the gentle curve, then sucking a mark against the pale skin. When he broke away, he brought his lips to Sherlock's ear and whispered, "Let me take care of you, Sherly."

You: /Oh/. Gasping as teeth teased skin, he whined softly and was immediately disappointed when Jim pulled away. Nonetheless, it served it's purposes and the Omega could only nod, keeping close to his Alpha because he most certainly wanted more. He whined once more, exposing more of his neck.

Stranger: Jim grinned and pressed a small kiss under Sherlock's jaw. "Get in bed and I'll bring it to you," his voice had gone deeper with arousal and he nosed against the arch of Sherlock's neck, finding it hard to pull away.

You: Instead of going to the bed as he likely should have, he pressed into Jim once more, bringing their hips together. He whined, wanting to get closer and avoid any chance with the soup. Perhaps if he did go to bed, he could feign sleep?

Stranger: Jim hissed at the contact, dropping his forehead on Sherlock's shoulder for a moment as he fell to grinding against Sherlock's hip. "Sherly," he growled.

You: /Perfect/. Moaning at the friction and the growl, he kissed along Jim's neck and all but purred. "Jim..." He gasped, setting his own grinding pace to build on the arousal and friction.

Stranger: Jim took Sherlock's weight, stumbling to keep them together, then lowering them to the floor. It was frantic and a little awkward, rutting in the entryway of their house, apparently incapable of making it any further inside. With Sherlock on his back, he applied his full weight to the grinding, pressing himself against Sherlock, forcing a hand between them to tug at his shirt and belt.

You: Oh /yes/. It'd been so long since they'd gone at it on the floor. He didn't care that he might have bruises or that the floor was cold. Jim was rutting against him and he wanted it /all/. Keening, he helped his Alpha by removing his coat and getting at least half of his shirt undone. Everything else came away a bit more easily and already the Omega looked so thoroughly debauched.

Stranger: Jim leaned back to pull Sherlock's trousers down, cursing loudly at the momentary loss of contact and the incredible longness of Sherlock's legs. He fumbled momentarily with Sherlock's pants, growling and shooting his mate a warning look not to mock.

You: He was far beyond the ability to mock. he merely toed off his shoes and socks before helping Jim get both his pants and trousers off. There. /Finally/. The shirt came next, removed completely so that he was bare to his Alpha. "You're wearing far too much." He teased, drawing the man in close.

Stranger: Jim settled between Sherlock's legs and tugged off his jacket. He leaned in for a brief, chaste kiss, while he freed himself from his trousers. "And you're sick but I'm still going to shag you."

You: "I wouldn't have it any other way." He remarked, watching Jim before deciding to aid just the bit. He worked on the man's shirt, unbuttoning it easily now that he had a semblance of control on himself.

stranger has disconnected...

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In which B. tries to suss out Omega!Sherlock.

[Warning: Omegaverse? Only not too much actual mention of it, other than of gender designations and some quibbling over roles.]

You: I do not understand the /need/ for you to continue going on dates when the effort is futile. -SH

Stranger: Thank you for you helpful input, I am so grateful for your opinion. I wouldn't say that my effort is futile. - JW

You: Is it not? Have you finally found a suitably boring omega? -SH

Stranger: No, Mary's a beta, and she's far from boring. - JW

You: Interesting. -SH

You: An alpha of your status and position -- ex military, doctor -- would be an admirably stable mate for an omega. Yet, you settled on a /beta/? -SH

Stranger: I'm flattered, Sherlock, but there's more to Mary than just being a beta. I'm not settling. - JW

You: Mm. -SH

You: Of course. -SH

Stranger: What is that supposed to mean? - JW

Stranger: You're never so monosyllabic. - JW

You: And yet you threatened to cease making tea should I continue to share my "not good" opinions of your dates. -SH

You: Oh? Deleted. -SH

Stranger: Or Christine. - JW

You: Also deleted. -SH

Stranger: If I didn't know any better, I'd listen to what other people have said. - JW

You: Oh, and that would be? -SH

Stranger: That you're exhibit classic symptoms of the jealousies. - JW

You: "The jealousies" are not an actual /thing/, John. -SH

Stranger: Hm. It's just a phrase. No need to get tetchy. - JW

You: Regardless, I am not. -SH

Stranger: Perhaps, I'm not the one who needs the date. - JW

You: Are you suggesting that I need a /date/? Tedious. -SH

Stranger: Tedious as it may be, you need to get out of the flat. - JW

You: I am /fine/. -SH

You: I left yesterday, I believe. Monday. -SH

Stranger: Oh yes, /fine/. - JW

Stranger: Wait, what? Where have you been staying then? - JW

You: I stayed briefly at Lestrade's. -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, I didn't mean to drive you from the flat. - JW

Stranger: Poor Greg. - JW

You: I did know him before you, John. -SH

Stranger: I know, he's told me a number of stories over a pint. - JQ

Stranger: *JW

You: Then you know that I previously lived with him for just short of a month. -SH

Stranger: And Mycroft let you? - JW

You: It was a choice between staying with Lestrade /or/ Mycroft. The choice was mine. -SH

Stranger: Point taken. - JW

Stranger: You know, Mycroft only worries about you. - JW

You: Often. -SH

Stranger: I admit, I worry about you too. - JW

You: Hardly necessary -- Mycroft does enough worrying for ten people. -SH

Stranger: You have that effect on people. - JW

You: Mm. Do I? -SH

Stranger: It's dangerous for an Unpresented to be out and about. - JW

You: It's not as if I am an omega in heat, lurking about in alleys, John. The most trouble I have is with those with psychological disorders with predilections toward Unpresenteds or children. -SH

Stranger: You're much more vulnerable than that. For someone with such an intellect, it's amazing how naive you can be. - JW

You: Oh, /please/ inform me of my naivety, John. Enlighten me. -SH

Stranger: As an Unpresented, you could come into your designation at any time, Sherlock. Anything could trigger it, and at your age, it would be an even more harrowing process than those of us who went through it in our teens. - JW

You: (brb a sec)

Stranger: (All righty. :)

You: There is also the increasingly likely option that I will never present. -SH

You: And all of your worry will be for naught. -SH

Stranger: True. But your recklessness more than makes up for it. - JW

You: Hardly. -SH

Stranger: Pneumonia. Thames. - JW

You: Such a cause and effect would hardly trigger presenting, if that is what you are worried about. -SH

Stranger: You put too much stress on your body, Sherlock. The mind might be willing but the body may not be. - JW

You: I slept at Lestrade's. -SH

Stranger: Actually slept, or your version of sleeping, which is actually not sleeping at all? - JW

You: Slept. He insisted. I had been planning on it, regardless. Our flat was moderately /noisy/. The walls are /thin/, John. -SH

Stranger: Excuse me, Mr. Wake-John-Up-At-Three-AM-Screaming-Because-of-a-Spider. - JW

You: They are unnatural. -SH

Stranger: They're a living thing just like anything else. Or, wait a moment, what was I thinking. You /do/ prefer dead things. - JW

You: The carcasses they leave behind are rather intriguing. -SH

You: But I prefer you relocate them outside the flat. Immediately. -SH

Stranger: You're a grown man, Sherlock. It's dead. It can't do you any more harm. - JW

Stranger: I'm not coming all the way back to the flat to tidy a spider. - JW

You: There is no spider at the moment. You are safe from your duties at least momentarily. -SH

Stranger: Glad to know, I've been given the leave to from my so-called duties. - JW

You: Momentarily. -SH

Stranger: Yes, master. - JW

You: Your sense of humour is terribly good, John. -SH

Stranger: I have to have one in order to deal with you. - JW

You: Childish. -SH

You: Regardless -- the point was, I can take care of myself. You hound me for not sleeping -- I slept. -SH

Stranger: And have you eaten? - JW

You: Lestrade did not insist on food. -SH

Stranger: He knows how to pick his battles. - JW

You: Apparently so. Regardless, his bed is not new to me. I cannot sleep in unfamiliar locations. -SH

Stranger: That explains a lot actually. - JW

You: Does it? -SH

Stranger: (sorry brb)

You: (sure!)

Stranger: You wouldn't sleep on the train to Edinburgh.

Stranger: * - JW

You: I was also on a case. -SH

Stranger: And you were dead on your feet. - JW

You: The B&B smelled of mould. -SH

Stranger: Just like the flat! - JW

You: Different mould. -SH

Stranger: How so? All mould is alike. - JW

You: Not all mould is alike. I wrote a blog post about it -- I see that you still do not read my webpage. -SH

Stranger: Can you blame me? - JW