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Hello, I'm Hamish and yes, I am the son of the 'great' Sherlock Holmes but I don't want to live in his shadow. I'm going to become a consulting detective just like him.. except better. [Hamish ask/rp/cosplasy blog. May be mentions of bullying, things such as that. Munny is of age, little Hamish is not but you can still have fun. Ehehe] |
Sorry I wasn’t on yesterday, family trouble, I might be on tonight but I have a bit of college coursework to get done and I’ve been so tired lately. I dunno.
Sorry my lovelies <3
I must sleeeeep. So tired. Ugh. Got sunburn and still had a good day.
I’m outies, my lovelies. Nighty night.
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested. You can go anon if you want.
Anonymous((Already kinda doing this in a dark!Sherlock thread except Hamish doesn’t intentionally seduce him, so yeah. We’ve had this planned for a little while and threads take time, my lovely, so you’ll have to be patient I’m afraid <3 <3))
Swallowing thickly, he nodded, setting about making the food. A simple dinner was good enough, he supposed, leaving him working on it for a short while. He made himself a small plate and set the large one in front of David, sitting a short distance away as he nibbled on his own plate.He could feel his heat coming on fast and he tried to keep himself in control, even as his body felt ridiculously hot and his legs trembled. No. No please. He silently begged for it to go away, for his body not to give in to the damned feeling but it wasn’t going to happen, his breath heavy as he ate his food.
He looked at him. “Nonono! I said, you get my rest. REST. Do you know what a rest is? I never said, that you get your own meal. Stupid omega!” David snarled angrily. “Bring your meal here to me!”
He grabbed the belt from his pants. “When I finished the meal. I’ll punish you with my belt! Disobedience is punished.”
Hamish yelped as the boy shouted at him, hurrying over and scraping the plate onto David’s. He didn’t think about it, he didn’t mean to disobey what he had said, moving away as soon as he had given up his food. It was just because he was used to making himself a small plate, he didn’t mean to.
“P-please, sir, I didn’t mean to. I.. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hurt me..” he begged, curled into the corner. “Please..”
Rubbing his hand over his sore face, he smiled a little at her, unlocking the door. “I can do it but.. some help would be nice, I suppose.” he smiled softly.
JUST WATCH IT. NOW.
It’s fine with me, just as long as you’re okay with it.
Hamish nodded thankfully, letting out a small breath. “Sure, we could hand out, I suppose.” he shrugged, not used to being asked such questions.
JUST WATCH IT. NOW.
“My dads..” Hamish said clearly, chuckling lightly and giving a small smile. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh and shook his head, shoulders slumping. “I don’t want them finding out! Please don’t tell them! I’ll hang out with you and everything but please.. please don’t tell them!”
