vulgarweed | KINKTOBER DAY 5

A 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)

Late afternoon light through the cheap blinds of the no-tell hotel made the illicit coupling even more exciting. Mary could hardly get Sherlock’s trousers open and shoved down his hips fast enough as they rolled over each other in the creaking bed, and she’d made his job easier by forgoing knickers. She was wet, he was hard, and the rest of the clothes could come off later once they’d achieved conjoining, shaking and melting, fitting together urgently. He shivered in her arms and let her push him onto his back, riding him wildly, shaking off her blouse and bra.

Both tried hard not to glance too often at the closet door with its perfect voyeur’s slats.

“He’s being so still,” Mary said. “Can’t hear a thing except panting.”

“I only worry that the door won’t withstand his erection,” Sherlock muttered as he grasped Mary’s hips to plunge deeper.

“Oh, how wicked I feel, shagging my husband’s boyf- I mean best friend,” she cried theatrically.

“Oh, how nasty I am, shagging my lov- whoops, I mean, my best friend’s wife,” he growled.

“Which one of us is supposed to be doing the cuckolding again?” she whispered.

“Clever John,” Sherlock said as he pulled her down, her tits to his face. “He’s getting a double dose of his fantasy. The answer is both.”