Whether it's your characters very first time getting a blowjob, their millionth, or they're the one giving head, sometimes, you just want to play giving or getting dome. No need to wax poetic about it. Let's get down to business, ladies and gentlemen! No matter if you thread oral as foreplay, in combination with other acts like a titjob, a moment of emotional connection, an awkward ender to a scene when someone comes and can't get it back up, or anything in between, this is the meme for you.
Comment with your character & your preferences. Male characters, be sure to specify whether you're down with giving or receiving, though some preferences will make that obvious. Female characters, just come as you are!
[This may be the stupidest idea Sherlock has ever thought up, but it does have a lot of competition (hey, most of those ideas worked out in the end!). He's antsy the whole train trip to Durham, chain-smoking and resisting the urge to go for a morning beer. John had looked so confused when Sherlock had abruptly risen and taken off at a jog out the door, but he would understand, eventually. Besides, it wasn't like John had to approve of every little thing he did!
Sherlock simply needed a breath of fresh air, and who better to provide that than the man he couldn't get out of his thoughts?
William James Moriarty.
The thread to the Lord of Crime had been cut, severed completely, leaving Sherlock to struggle with a complete lack of clues. All he knew is that he was out there, somewhere in England, watching...
Talking to Liam will set him on the right path, Sherlock is certain of it. And even if all else fails he'll still get to see Liam's infamous lecture, plus a nice day in the countryside is always a bonus.
And after they can have dinner, drinks, play cards... who knows.
The thought cheers Sherlock up enough that he laughs out loud, the wide grin on his face irritating the other travelers. Once they arrive it's a short walk to the University and directions are given to the professor's lecture hall, Sherlock practically skipping the way there. He remembers at the last minute to toss his cigarette away, then slinks into the large room, taking a conveniently shadowed chair in the far back. Here he can watch Liam do his thing, and wait until he takes a break.]
[ Of course William notices the figure slinking in late to his lecture. He values punctuality, something all his students know, and if anyone in his class had dared to wander in late without an excuse, well…suffice it to say, William has a reputation for being a formidable man, even here. Fortunately for his guest, he’s not a student, just someone who really shouldn’t be here and has a terrible (maybe not so much) habit of showing up at random. Either the man has a case he’s working on, or he’s bored. Perhaps he thinks he’s being sneaky.
William doesn’t falter in his lecture, doesn’t do anything that would let on he’s noticed Sherlock, though there’s no doubt the detective knows it. Even though there are no outward signs, William suddenly finds himself impatient to dismiss class, but—no, he’s going to be thorough, take his time. Sherlock can wait.
He ends class exactly on time, dismissing the students as soon as the hour hand touches twelve. Some of them loiter, talking to each other; fortunately, nobody pulls him aside for questions today, and William closes the book he has open with a soft snap, waiting for his intruder to approach. ]
[The lecture is excellent and well-taught; there's no surprise there. The way Liam acknowledges his students and their queries is especially impressive. He's firm with them but not rough, and his explanations are easy enough to follow (even for someone who may not have gotten full marks in math).
That being said, Sherlock quickly finds that it's difficult to concentrate on the subject on hand, his eagerness to chat with Liam a distraction all in itself. By the very end of class he's antsy, jonesing for another cigarette as well as the spirited conversation he so craves.
His original plan had been to wait until the room was cleared of students, but Sherlock is impatient at even the best of times. There's no more reason to hide, anyway, so he trots down the steps towards Liam's podium with a spring in his step, beaming brightly at the other man once he catches his attention.]
Yo, professor! That wasn't half bad. I think I mighta learned something!
[ Sherlock managed to last the entire lecture without interrupting, so it's not surprising he's coming down the steps as soon as it's over. A few students throw curious glances in his direction; Professor Moriarty's life is more or less a mystery to them, and any guests are few and far between. Sherlock is one of the most common, and all questions about him are brushed off with evasive non-answers, something William's quite skilled at.
He gathers up stray notes, tucking them into his book, before turning to look at Sherlock. That smile is infectious; whenever they meet, Sherlock is so utterly excited that it inevitably rubs off on William, too. ]
Would you like me to quiz you again? Maybe your marks will be better this time.
[ He wants to know what brings the detective here today, whether it's a case or simply a friendly visit, but asking right now would seem too eager. William will wait until the room clears, at least, or they can retreat to his office. ]
You're never gonna let me live that one down, are ya?
[Sherlock can feel the students' eyes on his back and he doesn't care one whit. Mild celebrity doesn't suit him in any form, and part of him wishes that stupid deerstalker cap had obscured more of his face in the paper.
At least no one's asking where it is today, nor is anyone begging an autograph from him. Perhaps the students are finally learning that Sherlock isn't exactly coming here to entertain them with wild detective stories. As happy as he is to see people getting an education, there's usually something else on his mind when he visits this university.
Leaning a hip against Liam's desk, Sherlock stretches, arching back with his hands crossed behind his head. His face is quite nearly upside-down while he chats. ]
So, what's new, Professor Liam? Y'knew I was here, yeah? You didn't look to my corner of the room even once, so I had a feelin' you mighta been avoidin' me. Am I right?
[At one point the stretching causes Sherlock's spine to pop and he lets out a satisfactory little sigh of pleasure.]
Don't mind me, I'm just so stiff from the train. Bloody cheap seats! So you done for the day now? Come smoke with me. Better yet, let's have lunch!
[ The man's energy is truly impressive, at odds with William's calm, placid demeanor. Sherlock Holmes is, however, one of the few people who can make William's heart race a certain way, one of the few people who can make him have fun, so he doesn't mind it. He knows getting close to Sherlock is dangerous, but it's hard to resist, although to be honest...William hasn't tried very hard. ]
Of course I knew you were here. [ And Sherlock, obviously, knows. ] I don't allow distractions during my lectures. That includes you, detective.
[ The way Sherlock calls him Professor Liam is kind of cute, something none of William's other students would dare trying. In fact, he's sure he sees a few of them flinch when they hear it, but William doesn't turn any death glares on the detective, still friendly. ]
This was my last class for the day, yes. Did you ride all the way here just to ask me to lunch?
[ It's not a no, though, far from it. William tucks his book under his arm, and angles himself towards the door, waiting for Sherlock to fall into step beside him. William's not a smoker, generally, but he has to admit that the scent of it has become something of a Pavlovian response for him. ]
[No doubt there will be chatter in the dorms tonight about Professor Moriarty's strange, somewhat obnoxious detective guest. Perhaps he's helping out on a case...? Just another mystery to add to the steadily growing pile concerning their young teacher.]
Nah. I needed to talk to someone, or I was gonna lose it. Y'know what it's like, don't you?
[Sherlock fishes a hand-rolled cigarette from a wrinkled case, pops it in his mouth, and jogs over to meet Liam at the door. They fall into step together, Sherlock crossing his hands behind his head as they stroll down the hall.]
[ Does William know what that's like? Maybe, though he prefers to be alone--or at least, that's what he tells himself. If he says it often enough, then it ought to be true. Still, there's no denying that he feels different when Sherlock is around; as much as William loves his brothers, there's something Sherlock offers that neither of them can. ]
I'll treat you this time, since you've gone out of your way to stop by.
[ And, in doing so, William plans to hold it over the detective's head the next time they meet. His smile betrays none of that, though he's sure Sherlock will have his suspicions. Walking next to him is easy, makes William almost feel normal. Like they're two old friends catching up. ]
I'm truly honored, professor. Will we be dining here, or, perhaps, your home...?
[Sherlock finds himself quickly growing hungry for more than just food. There's no tension between the two men as they walk, but something pricks incessantly at the back of his head. It's a sensation he often feels when discovering a solid clue, a key to unraveling whatever mystery he's working on.
It also tends to pop up around William James Moriarty, where it's more exciting than ever.
In truth, Sherlock really does simply want to talk to him. A million questions to ask run through his brain, and he finds all of them interesting, much like the professor himself. Most of them don't even concern the Lord of Crime, the reason he came here in the first place.
He idly wonders if Liam feels the same, and watches him from the corner of his eye every now and then, looking for a tell. ]
... This campus is pretty peaceful. I see why ya teach all the way out here, in the boonies.
[ William's steps don't falter, but the conversation pauses while he considers. Taking Sherlock back to his home would likely cause problems--Louis doesn't like the man, and it's doubtful they'd have the privacy William would prefer. The small café near campus wouldn't afford much privacy either, though, particularly not when frequented by William's students, who seem partial to gossip. Normally, William really wouldn't mind, but he finds that he honestly enjoys talking to Sherlock, and would like to keep interruptions minimal. ]
I'd be a poor host if I didn't invite you back to mine after your trip out here, wouldn't I? To the boonies, as you so eloquently put it, detective.
[ William's voice isn't offended; rather, he sounds amused, always in a rather good mood when he happens to cross paths with Sherlock. ]
[Sherlock grins, enjoying the amused tone in Liam's voice, his own smile all sharp. He suddenly has quite a good feeling about making this trip, and it's not just because he's about to succeed at one of his goals (which is, of course, to see the Moriarty household for himself).
Even if he finds out nothing useful, this was bound to be fun. He could recognize a familiar, bubbling rush of excitement, a sensation he hadn't felt during most of his time in London. Talking with Liam is like a puzzle in itself, and even better than the boring mysteries he's been stuck solving as of late.
Plus, it's very, very nice to have a change of pace.]
[ Perhaps they can use a side door, or something. Louis is going to be very unhappy if he sees Sherlock, and the rest of the household will have some very valid questions. Questions William can wave away as keeping tabs on a very important part of their plan, but he knows Albert at the very least will be able to see through that. ]
You knew you could count on me, did you? I'm flattered, you came all the way out just to let me entertain you.
[ The Moriarty household isn't particularly far; they can get away with walking, and it's a nice day. William honestly prefers to walk rather than take a carriage, finding it sort of a fuss on sunny days. ]
Would you prefer to walk, or should I arrange for transportation?
[ He's well-versed in playing host, even if it doesn't feel like Sherlock particularly cares about societal propriety. If anything, he's probably one of the few people William knows who doesn't. ]
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I'm thinking Durham if that's cool?]
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that works for me!! ]
(I'm sorry this is so long, you def don't have to match it!)
Sherlock simply needed a breath of fresh air, and who better to provide that than the man he couldn't get out of his thoughts?
William James Moriarty.
The thread to the Lord of Crime had been cut, severed completely, leaving Sherlock to struggle with a complete lack of clues. All he knew is that he was out there, somewhere in England, watching...
Talking to Liam will set him on the right path, Sherlock is certain of it. And even if all else fails he'll still get to see Liam's infamous lecture, plus a nice day in the countryside is always a bonus.
And after they can have dinner, drinks, play cards... who knows.
The thought cheers Sherlock up enough that he laughs out loud, the wide grin on his face irritating the other travelers. Once they arrive it's a short walk to the University and directions are given to the professor's lecture hall, Sherlock practically skipping the way there. He remembers at the last minute to toss his cigarette away, then slinks into the large room, taking a conveniently shadowed chair in the far back. Here he can watch Liam do his thing, and wait until he takes a break.]
it’s lovely lmao what a disaster man 🙏
William doesn’t falter in his lecture, doesn’t do anything that would let on he’s noticed Sherlock, though there’s no doubt the detective knows it. Even though there are no outward signs, William suddenly finds himself impatient to dismiss class, but—no, he’s going to be thorough, take his time. Sherlock can wait.
He ends class exactly on time, dismissing the students as soon as the hour hand touches twelve. Some of them loiter, talking to each other; fortunately, nobody pulls him aside for questions today, and William closes the book he has open with a soft snap, waiting for his intruder to approach. ]
he's super special
That being said, Sherlock quickly finds that it's difficult to concentrate on the subject on hand, his eagerness to chat with Liam a distraction all in itself. By the very end of class he's antsy, jonesing for another cigarette as well as the spirited conversation he so craves.
His original plan had been to wait until the room was cleared of students, but Sherlock is impatient at even the best of times. There's no more reason to hide, anyway, so he trots down the steps towards Liam's podium with a spring in his step, beaming brightly at the other man once he catches his attention.]
Yo, professor! That wasn't half bad. I think I mighta learned something!
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He gathers up stray notes, tucking them into his book, before turning to look at Sherlock. That smile is infectious; whenever they meet, Sherlock is so utterly excited that it inevitably rubs off on William, too. ]
Would you like me to quiz you again? Maybe your marks will be better this time.
[ He wants to know what brings the detective here today, whether it's a case or simply a friendly visit, but asking right now would seem too eager. William will wait until the room clears, at least, or they can retreat to his office. ]
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[Sherlock can feel the students' eyes on his back and he doesn't care one whit. Mild celebrity doesn't suit him in any form, and part of him wishes that stupid deerstalker cap had obscured more of his face in the paper.
At least no one's asking where it is today, nor is anyone begging an autograph from him. Perhaps the students are finally learning that Sherlock isn't exactly coming here to entertain them with wild detective stories. As happy as he is to see people getting an education, there's usually something else on his mind when he visits this university.
Leaning a hip against Liam's desk, Sherlock stretches, arching back with his hands crossed behind his head. His face is quite nearly upside-down while he chats. ]
So, what's new, Professor Liam? Y'knew I was here, yeah? You didn't look to my corner of the room even once, so I had a feelin' you mighta been avoidin' me. Am I right?
[At one point the stretching causes Sherlock's spine to pop and he lets out a satisfactory little sigh of pleasure.]
Don't mind me, I'm just so stiff from the train. Bloody cheap seats! So you done for the day now? Come smoke with me. Better yet, let's have lunch!
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Of course I knew you were here. [ And Sherlock, obviously, knows. ] I don't allow distractions during my lectures. That includes you, detective.
[ The way Sherlock calls him Professor Liam is kind of cute, something none of William's other students would dare trying. In fact, he's sure he sees a few of them flinch when they hear it, but William doesn't turn any death glares on the detective, still friendly. ]
This was my last class for the day, yes. Did you ride all the way here just to ask me to lunch?
[ It's not a no, though, far from it. William tucks his book under his arm, and angles himself towards the door, waiting for Sherlock to fall into step beside him. William's not a smoker, generally, but he has to admit that the scent of it has become something of a Pavlovian response for him. ]
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Nah. I needed to talk to someone, or I was gonna lose it. Y'know what it's like, don't you?
[Sherlock fishes a hand-rolled cigarette from a wrinkled case, pops it in his mouth, and jogs over to meet Liam at the door. They fall into step together, Sherlock crossing his hands behind his head as they stroll down the hall.]
...tho' I wouldn't say no to a bite to eat.
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I'll treat you this time, since you've gone out of your way to stop by.
[ And, in doing so, William plans to hold it over the detective's head the next time they meet. His smile betrays none of that, though he's sure Sherlock will have his suspicions. Walking next to him is easy, makes William almost feel normal. Like they're two old friends catching up. ]
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[Sherlock finds himself quickly growing hungry for more than just food. There's no tension between the two men as they walk, but something pricks incessantly at the back of his head. It's a sensation he often feels when discovering a solid clue, a key to unraveling whatever mystery he's working on.
It also tends to pop up around William James Moriarty, where it's more exciting than ever.
In truth, Sherlock really does simply want to talk to him. A million questions to ask run through his brain, and he finds all of them interesting, much like the professor himself. Most of them don't even concern the Lord of Crime, the reason he came here in the first place.
He idly wonders if Liam feels the same, and watches him from the corner of his eye every now and then, looking for a tell.
]
... This campus is pretty peaceful. I see why ya teach all the way out here, in the boonies.
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I'd be a poor host if I didn't invite you back to mine after your trip out here, wouldn't I? To the boonies, as you so eloquently put it, detective.
[ William's voice isn't offended; rather, he sounds amused, always in a rather good mood when he happens to cross paths with Sherlock. ]
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I knew I could count on you~
[Sherlock grins, enjoying the amused tone in Liam's voice, his own smile all sharp. He suddenly has quite a good feeling about making this trip, and it's not just because he's about to succeed at one of his goals (which is, of course, to see the Moriarty household for himself).
Even if he finds out nothing useful, this was bound to be fun. He could recognize a familiar, bubbling rush of excitement, a sensation he hadn't felt during most of his time in London. Talking with Liam is like a puzzle in itself, and even better than the boring mysteries he's been stuck solving as of late.
Plus, it's very, very nice to have a change of pace.]
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You knew you could count on me, did you? I'm flattered, you came all the way out just to let me entertain you.
[ The Moriarty household isn't particularly far; they can get away with walking, and it's a nice day. William honestly prefers to walk rather than take a carriage, finding it sort of a fuss on sunny days. ]
Would you prefer to walk, or should I arrange for transportation?
[ He's well-versed in playing host, even if it doesn't feel like Sherlock particularly cares about societal propriety. If anything, he's probably one of the few people William knows who doesn't. ]