• Anthea •

No, it’s not my real name • Right Hand to the British government • 18+ (MDNI) • Queer • Sherlock RP •

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//Account Flip

Anthea (Sherlock RP)

•18+(MDNI)
•Multiverse
•cross over friendly
•queer
•experienced writer
•open to plotting
•Written by Freddie

[• Anthea • @MI_Classified]

She can’t bear being home alone so Anthea’s off to a bar.

Sitting in the corner, cradling a glass of red.

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@salaciousintent —I beg first?” She sounds tired.

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@salaciousintent “Can’t it be both?” To be honest, it had been a long day, an awful day, and she’d found herself at Irene’s door without even thinking about it. And now she was getting soaked to the bone and not in a good way. She pushes her hair from her face

“Will you invite me in or should—

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Standing in the rain outside @salaciousintent’s door

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She needs a Salon Day.

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@salaciousintent —as day, because though she wouldn’t say it yet, she longed to be broken, just as much as she longed to break Irene.

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@salaciousintent —voice breathy beneath the silkiness of her arousal, dragging her nails up Irene’s back hard enough that red marks blossom in their wake. Eyes bright and half lidded, she grins down at her.

“At this rate, you’ll have barely left a mark.” A lie, they both knew and a taunt, clear—

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@salaciousintent //give me a few hours (I have to work) and then I’ll be back 🫶🥺

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Anthea’s not even bothered to cover up, tshirt riding up her thighs, arm resting behind her head.

“Pleeeeeeaaaase, Miss Adler?” Biting back a smirk as she reaches a hand out to her.

[༆ 𝕴𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝔄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 @salaciousintent]

Standing in the doorway with a steaming cup of coffee dressed in only one of her dress shirts.

“You should say please.”

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Someone bring her coffee.

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@salaciousintent —neither willing to completely give in yet, both drowning in the new tastes and touches, exploring, teasing.

When irene’s fingers pushed through her folds, Anthea tipped her head back with a soft sigh of pleasure, her nails biting into the flesh of Irene’s ass. Chuckling softly.

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@salaciousintent —own hand slipped down Irene’s back into the water, over the swell of the woman’s arse as she brought her thigh up and guided her hips deeper into the water. Closer to her, so that it was near impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. It was a power struggle—

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@salaciousintent —first contact hard and bruising. Her skin buzzed with the tension between them and her core ached deliciously, their breaths as one as she claimed Irene’s mouth as her own.

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@salaciousintent —each finger like a marionette moving to the sound of their intimacy. The other hand ghosted across her throat, fingers finding home in the Woman’s chestnut locks. Slowly, deliberately, as if wiling Irene to challenge her or pull away, Anthea brought their mouths together, the—