KINKTOBER DAY 4
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vulgarweedA 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)
“Give me the scalpel, Sherlock!”
“No.”
In his bonds, John could barely flex his fingers. The left knuckle scabs were healed but the skin still felt tight.
“Lestrade played me the recording,” Sherlock said, his voice a deep drone. “It’s good to know that it used to be fun for you.”
John shivered as Sherlock’s fingers ran up his shoulders, plucking his collar open. “Everything was so wrong that day. Everything.”
Sherlock nodded with an mm-hmm, and let John feel the slow, light trail of the dull side of the scalpel up his right trapezius. It felt good. “I want you to imagine just what you thought might have happened, if I really were as far gone as you thought. Would I have killed Culverton? The true Faith? Even you? With this one tiny blade, that I’ve only used on premade corpses? A weapon more befitting a doctor?”
“And I used my fists and feet instead. Sherlock, I’m sorry, so sorry. Please?”
“Please release you?” Sherlock asked quickly, demeanor changing as his hands lunged for the bonds.
“No!” John barked. “Not that! You promised!”
“Oh you’re right, I did,” Sherlock said, breathing deep. “I’m entitled, you said. True enough. I am. And you’re demanding. You’d resent me if I safeworded out - and so I won’t.”
Sherlock kissed John, and drew blood.
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)
“Give me the scalpel, Sherlock!”
“No.”
In his bonds, John could barely flex his fingers. The left knuckle scabs were healed but the skin still felt tight.
“Lestrade played me the recording,” Sherlock said, his voice a deep drone. “It’s good to know that it used to be fun for you.”
John shivered as Sherlock’s fingers ran up his shoulders, plucking his collar open. “Everything was so wrong that day. Everything.”
Sherlock nodded with an mm-hmm, and let John feel the slow, light trail of the dull side of the scalpel up his right trapezius. It felt good. “I want you to imagine just what you thought might have happened, if I really were as far gone as you thought. Would I have killed Culverton? The true Faith? Even you? With this one tiny blade, that I’ve only used on premade corpses? A weapon more befitting a doctor?”
“And I used my fists and feet instead. Sherlock, I’m sorry, so sorry. Please?”
“Please release you?” Sherlock asked quickly, demeanor changing as his hands lunged for the bonds.
“No!” John barked. “Not that! You promised!”
“Oh you’re right, I did,” Sherlock said, breathing deep. “I’m entitled, you said. True enough. I am. And you’re demanding. You’d resent me if I safeworded out - and so I won’t.”
Sherlock kissed John, and drew blood.
