The fkn lip biting thing 🫦

omegaverse arcane headcanons Pt.1

pt.2 (no link yet)

included: Vi, Jinx, Caitlin, and Sevika

gn!reader

warnings: nsfw, omegaverse obvi, omega reader (reader as a vagina)

so basically in my omegaverse world, all alphas have penises and omegas have vaginas and beta can have either and do not experience ruts or heats like alphas and omegas do.

You both like Sherlolly.

You: I want to try sex. SH

Stranger: You want to /try/ sex. M

You: Yes. Come over. SH

Stranger: Hold on. What made you want to try? M

You: I am aroused. I want to try. SH

Stranger: Steady on, I'm two stops away from the Baker Street station. M

You: Doors open. My room. Don't explain to John why you're here, he'll be annoying about it. SH

Stranger: Can I at least get a 'hi' in? M

You: If you must. SH

Stranger: Right. So all she needed to do was get to Baker Street, figure out what's got Sherlock all aroused, and try to avoid the topic of why she was in 221B in the first place. Right.

It did get a bit awkward the moment John flashed a smile at her and gave her a friendly 'hello', offering her a glass of water or any other beverage, and her refusing. "It's... it's fine. I won't be here long," she says with a one-sided, rather awkward smile, before toeing off her shoes and entering the hallway and through to Sherlock's bedroom.

You: He was already mostly naked, simply wearing a tenting pair of silk boxer shorts, "I thought being completely naked right off the bat might shock you. I want you fully aware of what's happening." Sherlock waved her forward, "Shut the door and come here."

Stranger: Molly frowned and shut the door behind her, slipping her coat off as she walked towards the bed. "You really are serious," she said, unable to keep her eyes off the boxer shorts and the—"Hm."

She set the coat aside and sat beside him, facing him.

You: "Of course I'm serious," he said, furrowing his brows as he leaned in, "Did you worry i wasn't?" he asked, licking his lips before he captured her mouth slowly.

Stranger: "No. Well, yeah—" Her quiet speech was cut off by the sudden pressing up of lips to hers, and she immediately melted into his contact.

"Have you caught sight of John's pornography again?" she whispered.

You: He chuckled, "If that aroused me I would have been in this situation months ago. No," he said, taking hold of her cardigan and pushing it back off her shoulders, "No, I was just thinking."

Stranger: She helped get the sleeves off her arms before setting it aside neatly next to her coat, then working over the buttons of her blouse. "Of what, exactly?"

You: "Of you," he said smirking slightly, "I was thinking of what Adler had said, asking me if I'd have dinner with her and then I thought about you asking me that. Then I became aroused." He kissed down her neck slowly.

Stranger: "What? Like... 'Would you... like to have dinner with me?'" God, she wasn't sure whether or not she was doing it in the right tone of voice, or smooth enough, but she hoped for the best as she managed to get her blouse off before she let out a contented exhale at the attention paid towards her neck. His lips were soft, and slightly colder than she expected, but the warmth of his breath tickling her skin was enough to compensate for that.

You: His hand trailed up her stomach towards her breast as he curiously began to grope her, "Again," he whispered, shivering as the words left her mouth as his own moved down along her body, kissing and sucking inexpertly.

Stranger: "/Would you like to have dinner with me?/" Molly smiled and covered her mouth with the back of her hand to muffle her soft, quiet moan. She gave him a little leg up, however, with his mouth's misdirection, leading him more in the direction of one of her hardening nipples.

You: He understood her directives, what she wanted him to do and he removed her bra, flicking his tongue at her nipple while the other one continued to be groped by his rough hands.

Stranger: "/Ah/," she said, face filled with bliss before she realised that what had come out of her mouth was a little louder than expected. "Shit, wait." She stopped to listen for any suspicious sounds coming from the kitchen, and when she heard no footsteps, she was only too happy—and relieved—to let Sherlock continue.

"Sorry," she whispered, kissing his forehead lightly. "Was listening for John. I should've locked the door."

You: He rolled his eyes, he didn't like pausing, no he liked touching. "Are you aroused, Molly?" he asked, nipping at her nipple softly.

Stranger: "Oh, don't give me th—/ah/." Molly nodded, cupping both his cheeks in her hands. "Mhm. I am."

You: "Tell me how to touch you," he said, kissing her body again as he reached forward and removed her trousers.

Stranger: "Keep stroking my sides and thighs. Th-those seem to work," she chuckles softly, putting both hands over his and helping him slip the trousers down her legs. "Massaging my arse, too." She guides his hands over her body gently, teaching him exactly where she wanted to be touched.

You: He pays rapt attention, forgetting that he could kiss her or moan or do anything other than touch her as she wanted him to. He started to understand, "Take off your panties."

Stranger: Molly nods, reaching down for the hems of her panties before slipping it off her, throwing those aside unlike the rest of her clothing. She spread her legs slightly apart for comfort.

You: He sat back for a moment and took all of her in, his eyes raking over her, especially the newly exposed part of her and he became overwhelmed with the desire to touch, to kiss.

Stranger: She chuckled softly at his wonder, and stroked lightly up and down his forearm. "Do you want to?" she asked, running her fingers over his. "Don't worry, you won't hurt me."

You: He let his eyes flicker up to her face for a long moment before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the flesh between her thighs, heading for the pinker, wetter skin slowly.

You: ((Brb for a minute))

Stranger: Her breath catching caught her completely off guard. No, no, it was the fact that Sherlock's face was in line with her sex that caught her completely off guard... and she loved it.

She carded her hands through his hair lightly before parting her legs wider for him.

You: Sherlock hummed, realizing his inexperience would definitely not help him here, he slowly tested himself, flicking his tongue out and lapping at the liquid that seemed to be leaking slowly from her as he looked for the clitoris. Ah, there it is.

Stranger: She tried, as much as possible, to provide at least some audible evidence to him that what he was doing to her was acceptable or not. In this case, she didn't need to do it very consciously; the touches he gave her were enough to at least prime her for that little 'ah' that escaped her mouth as he flicked his tongue against her labia and, eventually, her clitoris. "There," she smiled.

You: He tried different movements, flicking his tongue and lapping at her experimentally to see which garnered the best reaction.

Stranger: It did take him some time before he could find that perfect—just running his tongue up and down over her clitoris and down, poking near her entrance. "Tha-that's it, right there," she moaned quietly. "Just... run your tongue up and down. Like that."

You: He did as he was told, hoping to please her as he developed a rhythm to see how she would react. He took his finger and slowly, curiously pushed at her entrance, slipping easily inside a wall of muscle.

Stranger: This was going to have to take some more getting used to. Sherlock's finger inside of her, however slight its presence inside her was, was enough to make her want more out of his touches. /Need/ more.

Her back arched slightly, moving to ease more of his finger inside of her.

You: He was pleased with her reaction and so he added a second finger, beginning to move them in and out of her at a teasingly slow pace as he began to move his tongue faster.

Stranger: Sure, Sherlock was inexperienced, but that didn't matter. For a man she loved to be able to drive her crazy with two fingers, a tongue, and the most smug look on his face—"/Oh, God/," she moaned out a little louder several minutes into his ministrations, biting the back of her hand as she did so.

You: "Don't quiet yourself, I want to hear you," he instructed before returning to what he was doing, he didn't feel tired yet, though his cock was beginning to ache for her to take care of him.

Stranger: After signalling him to move a little faster, asking him to crook his fingers inside her, she couldn't help but cry out as she came apart, clutching at the sheets underneath her. "/Yes/," she hissed as she quivered.

You: He felt her spasming around her and pulled up, fingers still working inside of her, his face dripping and his eyes on her as he smirked, "Good?"

Stranger: "Hmm, mhm, yes," she nodded, reaching down to still his hand. "E-enough, let me rest a bit," she laughed. "Let me do /you/ this time."

You: "Don't," he shook his head, "I don't have the stamina, I won't be able... I want to have sex with you tonight." He shook his head, licking her lips and taking in the taste and smell of her.

You: *his

Stranger: Molly looked up at him with understanding, and propped her legs up, parting them for him. "Well... I'm ready. Very."

You: He reached over and picked up the condom he had stolen from John's room when he realized his /interest/ and slipped off his boxers slowly, rolling the condom on, "You're certain? You don't need more rest?"

Stranger: "I just needed a bit. My clit gets a bit sore if I rub at it for too long, and I only ever need a minute or two's break in between to prevent it. I'm fine." She regarded Sherlock's member, and reached down to run a finger over it teasingly.

You: He gasped softly, not expecting the touch to feel like that. There was something different about being touched by someone else so intimately. "How?" he asked, it seemed so innocent and out of place. He needed to be told what to do, he hoped she understood that, that this was a whole new world to him.

Stranger: She reached for his cock and lightly teased it over her entrace, prodding it softly. "Slip into me slowly. It could get a bit overwhelming," she said softly.

You: He did as told, leaning down and hovering over her, shuddering as he felt her around him, "Oh," he moaned, pushing all the way into her, "What do I... oh."

Stranger: Molly moaned, feeling slightly overwhelmed herself at the stretch to accommodate him. "That's good," she affirms to comfort him. "Now, slowly, draw back a little bit—but not enough to pull out completely—then thrust into me."

You: He did as he was told, slamming into her and instinct began to take over, "Fuck," he managed, confused and startled by the pleasure.

Stranger: "Good, now just... just keep going," she whispered, reaching over to hold onto his him as she starts to fuck herself slowly on his cock to help him. "/Sherlock/."

You: He began to slam into her of his own accord, his hips snapping without his recognition or permission as he sped up, moaning her name under his breath again and again.

Stranger: Molly clung onto him for dear life as he continued to give her wave over wave of pleasure. She could see that he was in undeniable pleasure, too. This was Sherlock Holmes losing control... just for her whilst they moved and thrusted against each other in bed.

"/More/," she choked.

You: He couldn't take much more as he sped up, thrusting harder and the headboard began to slam into the wall. Poor Mrs. Turner. He was close, "Molly, I-Oh," he was losing it completely and his mind was going blank, "I'm going..."

Stranger: "Let go... come for me," she said breathily, voice choking slightly as she began to come from the intensity of the sex with strong shudders.

You: He released then, his body shuddering with hers as he collapsed on top of her, his full weight on her chest, his face resting between her breasts as he panted.

Stranger: It took her a while before she could get to her senses, and she looked up at him and kissed him atop the head, smiling tiredly at him. "Was that... was that good?" she asked, stroking along the nape of his neck.

You: It took a while before he could hear her, the words breaking through the cloudy fog of his mind, "Wh-oh, yes," he managed slowly a minute later. His body was slow, his mind was gone, this was the calmest he had been in years.

Stranger: She quickly wraps the sheets underneath them around their naked bodies, bringing him up so that his lips were accessible to her to kiss softly.

You: He kissed her absently, almost mechanically. "Thank you," he managed, when it became clear that he was supposed to act. ((I have to run off to class. Care to continue via email?))

Stranger: [Sure. Mine's __. Yours?]

You: ((__, just email me the log and your response!))

Stranger: [Righty-o. :) Have a good day at class.]

You: ((Thanks! You have a nice day/night/thing!))