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♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?
Well, there’s you. And there’s @drdumaurier @rp-military-hunter @sherrinfordholmesthethird & @professorcfx :)
♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted?
All the AUs I want have verses now… Although, I wish I could play more with the Assassin’s Creed AU. I still need to write a few things about it.
☀ What’s an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?
If I want to play with a FC it’s either because I found them really attractive (I won’t deny it) and that I really enjoy the actor ways of playing a character. Their charisma adds something to the characterisation. BUT I DON’T SEEK FCs. I’m first looking at the writer’s ideas than at their FCs. – But gimme Fiennes and Farrell, thank you. xD
Eeeep! I’m so flattered! :D
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Sherrinford smiled and closed his eyes, humming softly out of pleasure at Jim’s soft touch. “I like how warm your hands are,” he whispered softly. “Always so warm.” He arched into Jim’s touch, eyes opening to gaze at him with such wonder. “If I may ask, why me? I can’t help but be curious, what with your reputation of being a single man with a string of one-night-stands. And me … I
Never thought myself to be very special. I’ve been told I’m a bit of a nuisance, actually. What is it about me of all people that makes you decide to stop and stay right here?”
“ Well, I don’t really know. Sometimes it just happens. I had boyfriends,
short and long term relationships… My love life has always been chaotic
and weird… Anyway, I don’t have a reason. Why you? I don’t know. Just,
I want it. I want to be there, to stay there, with you. I… I feel good. And
my reputation isn’t important. Our… this… is more important. At least
for now. ”
Sherrinford smiled, and his heart beat a little faster at Jim’s words, skipping beats along the way like a happy child skipping along.
“Yes. Yes, I most certainly agree. This is all that matters.” He reached out, placing a hand on Jim’s cheek. “I feel good too. This feels … right.”
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Sherrinford allowed a soft moan as Jim’s hand squeezed his throat more and more. He lifted his chin, exposing his throat more in surrender, encouraging Jim’s devilish behaviour. As Jim spoke, Sherrinford could hear the changes in his voice. Yes, oh God yes, here he was. This was the Jim he wanted to see. This is the Jim he wanted to experience and indulge in. He was so delightfully dark and fiery, making Sherrinford feel like such a little slut. He never felt that way before, and with Jim he loved it. This man was unlocking so many attitudes that Sherrinford always refused to show, and the thought of that made his sweet little heart pound faster and faster. Adrenaline burned through his veins. Sherrinford felt as if he were going to combust then and there from pure desire for this sinful man. The things Jim did, the thugs he was saying, Sherrinford wasn’t sure how much longer he could possibly last.
“And yet you love every second of my teasing. You want a little whore to fuck in every room of this building whenever your little heart desires, don’t you James? It turns you on to think of me as your personal little whore, on my knees before you where I belong, always at your every beck and call.” Sherrinford pursed his lips as Jim squeezed his throat more, exhaling shakily as his cock twitched again in excitement. His bright eyes fluttered closed, and he squirmed against the wall.
“Prove it, Father. Make me lose.” He smirked, so cheeky. Suddenly Jim’s other hand was firmly grasping his cock. Sherrinford gasped, eyes flying open to connect with Jim’s dark gaze, his cheekiness wiped clean from his face. Pure need took its place, his pupils dilated and eyelids heavy with lust. He realised suddenly that he was holding his breath, and he exhaled heavily and shakily. A soft whimper left his lips, and he gently thrust himself more into Jim’s hand. He stared in awe at this new James that he had uncovered, this man of pure sin that he so badly wanted for his own. He wanted more, he /needed/ more. It was like Jim unlocked a totally different Sherrinford with that one act alone. His defences were gone, and in that moment he surrendered.
“/Jamesssssss,/” he moaned pleadingly, whining a little, gaze fixed on the devil’s. He thrust again, trying to encourage Jim to rub him. He wanted contact so badly, his whole body burning. He wanted to push Jim past his limits, and right now he didn’t care how desperate he looked or sounded. He actually loved it. Jim really was turning him into his own little whore. “I don’t believe you are the devil,” he challenged encouragingly, expression fierce yet drawing Jim in. “If you were, you wouldn’t accept such petty back-and-forth. You’d /take/ what’s rightfully yours. You’d make your claim, make me scream your name over and over like a desperate prayer as you converted me to such delightful sins, and you’d burn anyone who dared to try to steal me from you. If you really are the devil … /prove it./”
The priest’s skin made a few more red marks appear as he let Sherrinford speak. Just a few. But the tail on his back was shivering more and more. It was time now. Sherrinford was demanding to be his whore. His personal whore. The devil’s whore. And he will clearly become just that. Feeling Sherrinford was asking for rubs, Jim got his hands off of him before grasping him by his belt and throwing him on the ground. Stepping in front of Sherrinford, now on the ground, Jim smirked and undid his own belt.
“ Oh, but you are mine now. You’re already saying
my name. I’ll show you who I am. Who I really am.
Now, get on your knees, little slut. ”
Sherrinford and Jim had something very in common in that moment. They really wanted this so bad it was just too clear. With his belt, Jim whip the air and chuckled as he stepped to him. His eyes were fully black and still shining with this burning desire of having him.
“ I’m going to fuck you so hard you’d wish to never
have asked this. You have no idea what I can actually
do. But now that you’re asking, I’ll oblige and give it
to you. See? I just listen to your demands. ”
As he talked, Jim wrapped his belt around his left hand, ready to hit, to strangle, to catch or to wedge Sherrinford. Already, he had many ideas of what to do to him to have him just for him. And seeing him, in his priest outfit, all needy and horny, just gave Jim many more ideas. The Devil couldn’t ask for better than this.
“ Now, on your knees. Beg for it. ”
On the floor, Sherrinford looked up at Jim with a smirk. Finally, this was the man that he had been encouraging to come forth. His keen eyes watched Jim’s every move intently as the devil stood over him. The whip of his belt as it was pulled off made Sherrinford shudder, but not out of fear. He shuddered out of excitement for the possibilities of what would happen next. He soaked up Jim’s every word, biting his lip. Jim said Sherrinford was his. He had claimed him already, and they haven’t even gotten started yet.
Sherrinford smirked at one of Jim’s comments in particular: he said that he would make Sherrinford wish he’d never asked for this. “Oh Father,” he corrected with a sly grin, “How wrong you are. Trust me, I would wish for this over and over again. Try me.”
He could see Jim’s mind was at work, concocting all sorts of wonderful scenarios for Sherrinford. The younger man looked back at the belt in Jim’s hand, and he licked his lips. What would Jim start with, he wondered. Would he start off slow and work his way up, or would he dive right in? At the moment, Sherrinford pictured James to be the sort of man to get straight to the point. He liked the thought of that.
At James’ command, Sherrinford took his time getting onto his knees so that Jim could appreciate the sight of him getting there so obediently. “Please, Father,” he begged so sweetly, feigning such innocence that James would be unable to refuse. He ran a hand up his devil’s thigh, sweet eyes locked onto Jim’s. “Please, James. Strike me, choke me, /fuck me./ Do anything and everything you want to me. I can take anything you give me. I want all of it.”
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Sherrinford smiled at that smooth offer. Was Jim … /flirting?/ He couldn’t be sure. The smirk on the other man’s face said one thing, but his offer could be purely innocent. It was hard to read him, and Sherrinford found that a bit frustrating. Perhaps even irritating. He could read anyone, but this man … he was something new and intriguing. “Show me? As in take me to see? I’d enjoy that.” He ceased walking a good few feet away, experimenting with the distance between them. Sherrinford knew that if Jim decided to move closer to him, then that would confirm the flirting. If distance remained, this was all nothing. “When?”
“ What about now? ”
He said smoothly as he took a step closer. Meeting this man now was absolutely the perfect time… besides Jim wasn’t even sure this guy was just a man. His aura was exceptional, but not Greek. Hermes just wanted to have fun, as always.
“ What do you think? ”
The corner of Sherrinford’s lip twitched into a smirk as his suspicions were confirmed. Jim was flirting, and he was being rather bold and sure of himself. Sherrinford did like confidence in a man, but was this confidence or cockiness? He’d have to find out.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, yes.”
What I got from The Six Thatchers, a Theory: SPOILERS
SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!
This episode was an absolute gold mine when it came to clues and hints. These are some things I got from it, and the theories I developed:
Remember when Mycroft says, “You know what happened to the other one”?The world clung to this quote, excited that it meant the appearance of a third brother.
My theory is that this is what the writers wanted. They chose words without gender on purpose, and the world assumed it meant a brother.
I think that “the other one” is, in fact, not a brother … but a sister. Sherlock’s memory when Mary drugged him involved him, a dog we assume to be Redbeard, and a little girl. I believe this little girl is the sister, and something bad happened between the three. Something involving the ocean, which explains Sherlock’s hesitancy around water and the many water motifs in The Six Thatchers. This event caused Redbeard to be put down, which explains Sherlock’s quote after Mary shot him, “they’re putting me down too.” Something tragic happened leading to the death of Redbeard.
Mycroft, obviously, blames Sherlock. Since then, Sherlock has been a cause for the deaths of many. Not necessarily by his own hand, but he has been the cause. Mycroft gets home at the end of The Six Thatchers, and finds a note that says “13th”. Most would believe this to be a date, but I think it actually means that Mary was the 13th person to die because of Sherlock’s actions. The person who left the note was telling Mycroft “how long are you going to let this continue?” Now this person who left the note clearly is close to Mycroft, and they know Mycroft’s habits. They knew Mycroft would find it. It has to be the eldest sister.
Mycroft immediately calls Sherrinford. Now remember, the Sherlock special previous to this episode was all about women being put down, women who were working to be put into positions of power alongside men as equals. The Six Thatchers continues that theme by bringing up women of power, such as Thatcher.
That said, here we have Mycroft, who everyone calls “the British government.” He’s mister high-and-mighty. Yet what happens on the phone when he asks for Sherrinford?
He, “the British government”, is asked to hold. He agrees to wait. Why would he do that?
Because Sherrinford is his eldest sister who is in a position of power above him. You may not believe that, so here’s further incentive: Remember what Sherlock has been trying to do since he shot Magneussen? He kept trying to convince John to name his baby girl after him, and John and Mary kept saying “it’s not a girl’s name.” Sherlock thought it was funny, but not because of John and Mary’s response or reaction. He found it funny because he has an eldest sister in a position of power with a male name. Why would she call herself Sherrinford? Maybe because women tend to have to give themselves masculine qualities to be taken seriously at work, and that could be what Sherrinford did. Just like Hooper in the Abominable Bride.
And so, here we have Holmes #3. A woman named Sherrinford, and if this theory is true then Sherlock will have his moment of “so you don’t think my name is for a girl, do you? Surprise! Sherrinford isn’t a girl’s name, yet here she is!”
Well done, Moffat and Gatiss. You two are absolutely clever as hell, and you’ve been playing us so well. This would be one hell of a plot twist.
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[Text: Old Man]
Well then, get your arse home from work and I’ll give it to you. They can survive today without you. I made everything all nice for you. SH
[Text to: Sherrin’]
Are you sure? I mean, you know how messy it can get… Convince me ;) - JM
[Text: Old Man]
You’re the big shot around there, you get to do what you want. Besides, you’d be missing out on a romantic dinner … and a warm bath together … among other things ;) If that’s not convincing enough, I have champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. I also have extra chocolate ;) SH
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Sherrinford smiled, watching Jim’s eyes close at his touch. He leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss to his lips before pulling away to watch him. Silence took over, and Sherrinford didn’t mind at all. He enjoyed this quiet, intimate moment with his new lover. They didn’t have to say anything for it to be enjoyable, and that’s something Sherrinford appreciated about Jim’s company. The two of them could simply be without the pressure of socialisation.
Outside of the bedroom, some sirens echoed in the streets of busy London. This city was never stopping sometimes. And working there since a while now, Jim was used to it. He actually loved being all speed and running all the time. Only, there, against his lover, in the sheets of an agitated bed, he was just quiet and calm. It hadn’t happen since a long time. And he enjoyed it a lot, really. Smiling he put his fingers on Sherrinford’s side and let them slide softly. Although he was feeling great, he didn’t know what was supposed to happen next.
Sherrinford smiled and closed his eyes, humming softly out of pleasure at Jim’s soft touch. “I like how warm your hands are,” he whispered softly. “Always so warm.” He arched into Jim’s touch, eyes opening to gaze at him with such wonder. “If I may ask, why me? I can’t help but be curious, what with your reputation of being a single man with a string of one-night-stands. And me … I
Never thought myself to be very special. I’ve been told I’m a bit of a nuisance, actually. What is it about me of all people that makes you decide to stop and stay right here?”
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Sherrinford looked at Jim, meeting his intense, studious gaze. He suddenly realised that Jim had been checking him out when he wasn’t looking, and it made him blush then and there. ‘How long was he looking at me?’ he wondered to himself.
“I have never been, but I have heard and read about their works. They are intriguing.” He left the side of his statue, rejoining Jim, his attention now shifted away from the art to this divine man. “Have you? Tell me about them. I hear they’re all so elegant, not at all rigid and cold, so full of movement and beauty.”
The piercing black stare of the God meeting the ice-blue eyes of the other. Something happened there. And Sherrinford blushing made Jim smirk again. Lovely, he had the upper hand there. Not hiding how thrilled he was to be in this situation, he tilted his head.
“ Well, there’s that. They had a very peculiar way to represent perfect
beauty. Different ways depending on ages too. A young, beardless
man was depicted very smoothly and not always made of just muscles…
Whereas the aged man, the experienced man, had a beard and generally
something in his body that showed the power, the warrior… The best way
would be to show you, of course. ”
Sherrinford smiled at that smooth offer. Was Jim … /flirting?/ He couldn’t be sure. The smirk on the other man’s face said one thing, but his offer could be purely innocent. It was hard to read him, and Sherrinford found that a bit frustrating. Perhaps even irritating. He could read anyone, but this man … he was something new and intriguing. “Show me? As in take me to see? I’d enjoy that.” He ceased walking a good few feet away, experimenting with the distance between them. Sherrinford knew that if Jim decided to move closer to him, then that would confirm the flirting. If distance remained, this was all nothing. “When?”
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Sherrinford’s attention was caught by the tumbling cascade of books from Jim’s hands, and he didn’t notice as he stood that one of those hands was coming for him until it was clasped firmly yet carefully around his throat. That sent a spike of arousal straight to his loins, and a soft whimper escaped his lips. Not out of fear, but rather in a way of saying ‘oh God, yes please, you know /exactly/ how I like it.’
The next thing he knew, he was pinned harshly to a wall with Jim so close he could feel the fire on the other priest’s skin. Jim was so aroused, so very high strung, and so very close to snapping. He was close enough in proximity that Sherrinford could see the priest’s conflict in his eyes … and feel the winning side of that conflict in his trousers. Jim was so painfully hard, and it was driving Sherrinford crazy. Another whimper left him, and he squirmed a little against the wall out of desperation. He felt like such a little whore, and he liked it. Jim made him feel this way, and he absolutely loved it.
He attempted to compose himself to keep the game going, but he was quickly failing. He smirked at the priest as he stood there, frozen, not acting any further on his desires. His hot hand was still on Sherrinford’s sweet little throat, driving him to madness. He wanted Jim to squeeze a little, he wanted him to continue. He wanted to see Jim’s fantasies play out, to feel that strong body against his as well as those tempting lips. “What’s the matter, Father? Choosing now to argue with the devil? And here I thought you /were/ the devil,” Sherrinford taunted, attempting to push Jim over the edge. He arched his back off of the wall, forcing his hips forward the small distance between him and James, letting the other priest feel Sherrinford’s prominent arousal against his leg. He even rolled his hips once–just once–to tease him. He bit his own lower lip at the sensation of grinding his clothed cock against Jim’s leg, trying not to drop his little facade for the sake of the game. He wavered, though, breath heavy and prick twitching in interest against the tented fabric of his trousers. What he had planned, though, was sure to get quite a reaction out of Jim.
“See what you’ve done?” he asked in his sweet, sensual way. His smirk grew as he saw that Jim began to think he meant his erection, but suddenly moved away so that he was flush against the wall again, avoiding body contact once more. “You’ve dropped all my books.”
His cockiness was clear on his face, as was his enjoyment of torturing Jim immensely. He didn’t even try to hide it this time. He knew perfectly well that he was being a little shit, and he was ready for the consequences.
I am the devil, said the voice inside Jim. He was, yes, but Sherrinford couldn’t see just yet how much. It might be the right time but he didn’t want to just crack his mask for him. It was something Sherrinford had to earn. It wasn’t just easy. However, he had to admit that the young priest was defending himself quite well in this game of power. What a whore, whispered the inner voice again. Moriarty could see how much it was pleasing Sherrinford to feel the burning hand of the older priest on his neck. And it was really delightful.
His black eyes couldn’t have been any darker. All he wanted was to feel Sherrinford against his leg once more. It was just a pure sin. His hand slightly squeezed Sherrinford’s soft skin. It was simply lovely to see the light lit up in his eyes. Into Jim’s, anyone could see he had a fire burning inside. A fire of sin. A hungry desire that was consuming all his being.
“ I wouldn’t have dropped them if you haven’t been
such a whore. You’re so demanding, so teasing…
you will lose this game. ”
Now he was talking with no filter at all, letting him see and hear the real him. His voice was darker, stronger and huskier than before. All he wanted was to throw the younger man on the shelves and have him there. He had all the time though and just squeezed a bit more. If Sherrinford were to suffocate, it only would be better. Oh, he enjoyed adding a little of risk and danger to the game anyway. An evil laugh escaped him as, with his other hand, he grabbed Sherrinford’s cock. The fabric between their skins couldn’t hide the envy or the warm of them.
“ See what you’ve done? ”
Sherrinford allowed a soft moan as Jim’s hand squeezed his throat more and more. He lifted his chin, exposing his throat more in surrender, encouraging Jim’s devilish behaviour. As Jim spoke, Sherrinford could hear the changes in his voice. Yes, oh God yes, here he was. This was the Jim he wanted to see. This is the Jim he wanted to experience and indulge in. He was so delightfully dark and fiery, making Sherrinford feel like such a little slut. He never felt that way before, and with Jim he loved it. This man was unlocking so many attitudes that Sherrinford always refused to show, and the thought of that made his sweet little heart pound faster and faster. Adrenaline burned through his veins. Sherrinford felt as if he were going to combust then and there from pure desire for this sinful man. The things Jim did, the thugs he was saying, Sherrinford wasn’t sure how much longer he could possibly last.
“And yet you love every second of my teasing. You want a little whore to fuck in every room of this building whenever your little heart desires, don’t you James? It turns you on to think of me as your personal little whore, on my knees before you where I belong, always at your every beck and call.” Sherrinford pursed his lips as Jim squeezed his throat more, exhaling shakily as his cock twitched again in excitement. His bright eyes fluttered closed, and he squirmed against the wall.
“Prove it, Father. Make me lose.” He smirked, so cheeky. Suddenly Jim’s other hand was firmly grasping his cock. Sherrinford gasped, eyes flying open to connect with Jim’s dark gaze, his cheekiness wiped clean from his face. Pure need took its place, his pupils dilated and eyelids heavy with lust. He realised suddenly that he was holding his breath, and he exhaled heavily and shakily. A soft whimper left his lips, and he gently thrust himself more into Jim’s hand. He stared in awe at this new James that he had uncovered, this man of pure sin that he so badly wanted for his own. He wanted more, he /needed/ more. It was like Jim unlocked a totally different Sherrinford with that one act alone. His defences were gone, and in that moment he surrendered.
“/Jamesssssss,/” he moaned pleadingly, whining a little, gaze fixed on the devil’s. He thrust again, trying to encourage Jim to rub him. He wanted contact so badly, his whole body burning. He wanted to push Jim past his limits, and right now he didn’t care how desperate he looked or sounded. He actually loved it. Jim really was turning him into his own little whore. “I don’t believe you are the devil,” he challenged encouragingly, expression fierce yet drawing Jim in. “If you were, you wouldn’t accept such petty back-and-forth. You’d /take/ what’s rightfully yours. You’d make your claim, make me scream your name over and over like a desperate prayer as you converted me to such delightful sins, and you’d burn anyone who dared to try to steal me from you. If you really are the devil … /prove it./”
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[Text to: Sherrin’]
I’d never refuse a birthday present! Especially from you - JM
[Text: Old Man]
Well then, get your arse home from work and I’ll give it to you. They can survive today without you. I made everything all nice for you. SH
