#slavelock
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
the-detectives-blogger · 7 years ago
Text
hey
anyone want to play some vamplock today? <3
4 notes · View notes
debbiejane125 · 3 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media
Hey I’m mistress DEBBIE looking for a submissive slave ,Dm me if you are ready to be my slave ASAP
8 notes · View notes
lqvenderhqzes · 8 years ago
Text
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.
3 notes · View notes
omeglelockassholes · 8 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Why are people so unable to grasp the concept of tags? And how... how did this person not see their own hypocrisy, like...????
-E
5 notes · View notes
riilne · 4 years ago
Text
First Omegle RP
You both like Jimlock, Slavelock, and Sheriarty.
Stranger: You wished to speak to me, Master? SH
You: Yes... Come here. JM
Stranger: Of course. What do you need? SH
You: I need you. JM
You: Now! JM
Stranger: Yes, Master. SH
You: "Come here." Moriarty give some small tap on his laps, grinning at Sherlock. JM
Stranger: Sherlock swallowed and walked toward him, bowing his head and sitting on his lap as Moriarty intended.
You: "Good~" Moriarty kiss Sherlock neck on his sweet spots, spreading Sherlock legs to position him right on his laps.
Stranger: Sherlock moved how Moriarty wanted him to, obeying him without a thought. He'd been beat too many times to resist, now. "Thank you, Master." He murmured.
You: Moriarty take off the small amount of clothes Sherlock was having and start touching and kissing Sherlock everywhere. "Anything when your such a good boy~"
You: Moriarty take off the small amount of clothes Sherlock was having and start touching and kissing Sherlock everywhere. "Anything when your such a good boy~" He whisper in Sherlock ear.
Stranger has disconnected.
2 notes · View notes
itsrachael · 7 years ago
Link
Best RP I've done in a long time
0 notes
ao3feed-johnlock · 4 years ago
Link
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Z7FEKN
by SherlockedCumbercookie
Sherlock, a young Englishman, is kidnapped by pirates and made into the sex slave of fearsome pirate captain, John Watson.
Words: 2141, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Sally Donovan, Archie (Sherlock), Philip Anderson, Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Molly Hooper, Mummy (Sherlock), Siger Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Eurus Holmes, Harry Watson
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Pirates, Pirate John Watson, captive Sherlock, slavelock, Rape/Non-con Elements, Brainwashing, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Anal Play, Petplay, Boats and Ships, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Violence, dark!john, Poor Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock Holmes, Whipping, Punishment, Spanking, Non Consensual Daemon Touching
September 04, 2020 at 07:16PM
0 notes
omeglelockassholes · 8 years ago
Note
"Remember life before people misused the tagging system on omegle? Before tjlc and slavelock" I know exactly how this anon is going to answer but I literally don't get how tjlc is comparable to slavelock? Surely tjlc would only be the Johnlock tag... which is about Johnlock anyway and so... it shouldn't be an issue. Idk it just sounded like a list of actual bad tags with that randomly thrown in for no reason?
I can’t be bothered looking for it at the moment (I’m cooking and trying to adult tonight), but we had a few submissions of someone specifically going into the Mormor tag, saying ‘you’re going to feel like an idiot when tjlc is canon’, or something just as obnoxious. Other than that, it hasn’t been a huge problem that i’ve noticed, but I’m not in the Johnlock tag.
-J
2 notes · View notes
rpingin221b · 8 years ago
Text
Open FemSlaveLock RP, any gender Sherlock! Message me if interested!
((Slave!Lock)) The annual slave market. Jane Watson had skipped out on this the past two years because her master had no intention of selling her. Now she was stretched out in display for the auction. She did pride herself as one of the best slaves and her starting bid of $100,000 showed that as well. There were also rumours of Sherlock Holmes being there, a notorious slave owner who picked out the most expensive slaves which made Jane hope as the auction for her started. "Jane Watson. Talents include cooking, cleaning and pleasure. She has bore no children and is obedient. We start this bid at $100,000."
2 notes · View notes
the-detectives-blogger · 8 years ago
Text
Vamplock Capture - Open Prompt
John pushed his hands out to either side of himself as far as he could, until they touched the metal bars of the cage he’d been placed inside. Stupid. So bloody fucking stupid, to be walking out after dark with vampires about. So bloody, bloody stupid.
Looking around, John could see that somebody or other had placed him in a rather luxurious room. The floor was a muted red carpeting, lush and thick, with matching drapes along the walls; a fire crackled gently in the grate against the nightly rain.
John himself did not match his current surroundings; he was filthy, starving, dehydrated, and terrified from his kidnapping and subsequent travels. He had been starved half to death, bitten in a hundred different places, until finally being sold to the highest bidder - the vampire who could afford this mansion. But as of right now, there was nobody here, and starving or not, John was not inclined to stay. He reached his hands around the bars and began to try and pick the lock, not hearing the door open behind him. (Pairing is open to Sherlock, Mycroft, Jim, or Sebastian! Also, this is an AU where John is *not* a doctor.)
14 notes · View notes
omeglelockassholes · 8 years ago
Note
Remember life before people misused the tagging system on omegle? Before tjlc and slavelock, before scat and paedophilia took over the site? Back when the worst you would come across was tunalock crack, or a mycroft/cake ship. Good times.
Oh god, crackships. 
Mycroft/cake always made me lose my shit, because I once read a fanfic way back when of an anime, and a line I vividly remember was ‘if you like cake so much, why don’t you fuck it?’ yeah, icing was used as lube. There were crumbs involved. I’m getting so nostalgic over here, guys. Send help. 
But I remember when ‘Richard Brook’ was just an alias for Jim, and when Mormor was guaranteed crazy psychopathic murderers, and Johnlock was bearable. Man, I used to RP it once upon a time... 
It’s bizarre how the overall quality of omegle has declined and, I have to say, I’m probably a contributor to it, because I am so demotivated by all the crap that I see, I never feel like writing up a prompt myself and sharing it because I feel like I get nothing back. So, I guess it’s time to write up a prompt for next time I’m on omegle.
-J
2 notes · View notes
trajektoria · 9 years ago
Text
I’m looking for an RP partner to the prompt under the cut (I have many other and I’m always open to new ones, but I simply feel like doing this one). It’s a johnlock, slavelock, omegalock and parentlock piece but I’ll be happy to mix it with any other au. I prefer long replies and some plot would be nice too. I’m pretty fine with almost everything but I don’t like dark!characters (meaning that they are truly evil) and I don’t mind angst as long as there is some happy ending. So if you’re interested in RPing this prompt with me, send me an ask.
Sherlock sat in a small cage with the side of his face pressed against the bars as he eyed apathetically the buyers, who walked around the market looking for the best slave to suit their needs. He kept his eight-month-old son hugged protectively to his chest and rocked him gently, coaxing him into sleep despite all the commotion around them. The young Omega sighed inwardly, feeling tired, cold, hungry and dispirited. He had been a pleasure slave until his contraceptive implant failed and he'd ended up pregnant. When his master found out, he beat him up brutally and sold him back without a second thought. The fact that the Omega lasted through pregnancy and gave birth alone in a cage to this skinny, tiny, dark haired ray of sunshine was nothing short of a miracle. He wasn't sure how long they would last without an Alpha to protect them or care for them though. As he hummed a soft lullaby to his son's ear and kissed him, he thought that their future didn't look so bright
3 notes · View notes
the-detectives-blogger · 7 years ago
Text
Hey, you know what? Fuck. You. Some people really need to get a fucking life or get off the goddamn internet. Jesus. I label EVERY prompt, and master/slave ISN’T EVEN A FUCKING TAG. I WOULD KNOW, I’M ON THE SLAVELOCK TAG. YOU IDIOT. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
You: (Vamplock. Replies do not have to match length, and if vamplock isn’t your thing, this prompt is clearly labeled - please don’t say a mean thing and then disconnect. The button for leaving is right down there. Thanks and have a great and happy roleplaying day! <3) John Watson had grown up in a world in which humans were rare. Many, most really, were kept as pets, but only by the vampires who could afford it. Free humans were a rarity, and that was being generous. So it was either extreme luck or lack thereof that led John to an escape from servitude at twelve or so; ever since then he had survived on his own. Doing his best to stay as far away from populated areas as possible to keep from detection. But he needed supplies sometimes, and this was how he had been caught; and lovingly, affectionately bound; and collared at last. The vampires who’d caught him were as careful not to hurt him as they were not to let him escape; they treated the precious human, with fresh blood flowing through his veins, as if he were made of glass. So it was that weeks later John found himself deposited into a lavish room; it had everything a human could ever need, for an entire mortal lifetime. Instead of a bed there was a nest of large pillows, with blankets strewn everywhere, of every type; there were games and puzzles and every kind of electronic entertainment available. A small, but luxurious, bathroom was attached. The windows and the door all could be opened from the outside, but not the inside, and there was a table for John to eat his regular meals at. But even given such finery, and dressed by cool hands in fine linen and lace, the moment the human prisoner and pet was left alone he went straight to the windows. He did not want to be drank from again, nor expected to serve and bend and grovel and obey. He did not wish to be a slave for merely the fact of his blood, even though in a world where every city was vampire-run, he was nothing more than a sweet pet, and was lucky to have such luxury. But that was where he still was when the door opened for the first time for John to meet his Master; trying to to find a way out of the window, back still turned to the door. (Pairing is open to Sherlock, Mycroft, Jim, Sebastian, or any combination thereof.)
Stranger: The thing you forget to label it with is 'master/slave' which is what people really have a problem with, not the fact that they're vampires
Stranger has disconnected.
0 notes