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KINKTOBER DAY 9
Oct. 18th, 2017 02:52 pmA 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!
Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs
A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)
Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)
Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)
Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)
Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging
Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)
Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap
Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)
Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)
Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)
Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing
The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)
8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)
Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)
9. Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)
Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)
He straightens his suit as her eyes burn through his shell. “I’m your Christmas present.” His mouth has gone dry. She’s beyond perfect, the essence of pure Holmesness wrapped in a shroud of witchcraft. “What’s mine?” He already knows. It’s that he feels alive in her presence, because he is afraid.
She briefly parts the white shirt of her pyjamas to show the peep of a camisole. Prada. The latest Fall collection. Oh, the implications. He comes as close to the glass as he dares, and then closer, and then their bodies nearly meld through it. She begins to whisper. He’s trembling. He’s hard. She speaks of drowning. He feels the pressure in his lungs.
He’ll joke about Darth Vader but the idea of being choked by remote used to make him hard and shooting off embarrassingly fast.
She curls her white hand against the glass as she dances with him, slow and lewd. She clutches her fist at the knot of his tie, and the glass is still there, he’s sure of it, but somehow he feels her heat against his chest, her face nuzzling, her thighs pressing, and his necktie tightening at her command although it’s his own hand pulling. His come smears the glass as he slides to his knees, consumed with joy as his vision goes black.
Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs
A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)
Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)
Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)
Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)
Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging
Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)
Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap
Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)
Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)
Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)
Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing
The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)
8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)
Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)
9. Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)
Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)
He straightens his suit as her eyes burn through his shell. “I’m your Christmas present.” His mouth has gone dry. She’s beyond perfect, the essence of pure Holmesness wrapped in a shroud of witchcraft. “What’s mine?” He already knows. It’s that he feels alive in her presence, because he is afraid.
She briefly parts the white shirt of her pyjamas to show the peep of a camisole. Prada. The latest Fall collection. Oh, the implications. He comes as close to the glass as he dares, and then closer, and then their bodies nearly meld through it. She begins to whisper. He’s trembling. He’s hard. She speaks of drowning. He feels the pressure in his lungs.
He’ll joke about Darth Vader but the idea of being choked by remote used to make him hard and shooting off embarrassingly fast.
She curls her white hand against the glass as she dances with him, slow and lewd. She clutches her fist at the knot of his tie, and the glass is still there, he’s sure of it, but somehow he feels her heat against his chest, her face nuzzling, her thighs pressing, and his necktie tightening at her command although it’s his own hand pulling. His come smears the glass as he slides to his knees, consumed with joy as his vision goes black.
