vulgarweed: (OK by london_fan)
A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Masterlist under the cut after today's drabble!

Day 11: 11. Sadism/Masochism | Orgasm Denial | Gags (another ALL THREE!)

By Proxy (Sherlock, Mycroft Holmes/Jim Moriarty) (after the last two were Eurus and Sherlock, how could I not let Jim collect the whole set?)


He liked the gags. He liked the way his captors went through several of them trying to get the right fit. He liked the big rubber ball gag best. It didn’t muffle his screams much, were he inclined to scream, which he pretty much only did for effect.

He liked the gags because it let him know they were afraid to let him speak unbidden.

He liked the gags because it made the pretense that they were torturing him for information look completely hollow, even if Big Brother didn’t surely know how much wasted effort it could be to try to break an extreme masochist. Of course, Big Brother was never one for legwork, but that didn’t mean Jim couldn’t almost hear him breathing hard behind those ubiquitous cameras. All the machinery of the state - their trained thuggery, their needles, their delicious, shivery electrostim - oh, The Woman would be green with envy, and this kind of quality agony wasn’t for sale at any price.

He spoke in scratches on the glass of his cell and rapid morse code blinks of his eyes through blood and tears. I can feel how hard you are when you watch, Mycroft. Barely keep your hands out of the bespoke, yeah? You must have balls bluer than your blood if you can’t come until I break.


Masterlist 1-10 )
vulgarweed: (patient-by-kcscribbler)
Full House Tonight
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Length: 8064
Tags/Content Notes:
BDSM, Public Sex, Flogging, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Empty House, Diogenes Club is a BDSM Dungeon, Face Slapping, Top John Watson, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Whipping, Mention of Past Holmescest, Leather, collaring, Blood, Dom/sub, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Past John Watson/Others, Past Sherlock Holmes/Others, Cock & Ball Torture, Biting, Emotional reunion, Hurt/Comfort, Choking, Breathplay, Post-Reichenbach

Summary: Fix-It fic for Larry Townsend's The Sexual Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: Three years after witnessing the nude-gladiatorial waterfall death of his beloved Sherlock Holmes and his nemesis James Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime and the Caligula of London (and after ending his sad liasion with Moriarty's last rentboy Friedl), Dr. Watson receives an invitation to return once more to the legendary hardcore sex club the Diogenes. What could the reason be? What would the voyeuristic leather-master Mycroft Holmes possibly want with his brother's grieving widower? Could it have something to do with the Ron Adair murder?

Larry Townsend ended his 1971 porn pastiche with his version of "The Final Problem" and never wrote a version of the "Empty House" reunion. This is my pale attempt to imagine what that might have been like. Townsend had a style that was both luridly pornographic and passionately emotional - I tried to do it justice.

Also a fill for this prompt at Sherlock Kink Meme! Huge thanks to my beta Iwantthatcoat!
vulgarweed: (the game by isaac_of_nine)
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)

“Very steady footstool, Miss Adler,” said Mai the professional podophile. Many thought they could withstand this game, and most were wrong. Neither woman would forget the barrister that collapsed during the acupressure phase of the pedicure and smeared still-moist Pompeian Pomegranate everywhere.

“Irene, please,” said Irene, as she always did. The other woman shook her head and smiled, for she and Irene also had a game together. “But it’s listing a bit to the left I think.”

Irene gave a light slap to the footstool’s pale shapely arse, and one straining thigh shifted slightly to give a more solid purchase. Underneath, one could see that the footstool was aroused, but Irene knew that was a physiological response only, and what mattered most to the object was the energy in its brain. Helps it think, it said. Train the transport. Regardless, it loved the steadying pressure of Irene’s slender feet in the small of its back as her cuticles were massaged and her toenails painted. It was a matter of honour to it. She deigned to pet its dark curly hair and admire the architectural curves of its lean shoulders and arms.

Its sweat had a rich scent. Its nude skin was smooth against her heels. Sometimes it texted her hours later with news of a case breakthrough.

***

(this is the second story I’ve gotten out of one semi-joke line in The Passion That Slays and Recovers. That fic is a gift that keeps on giving.)
vulgarweed: (porn!)
Pairing: Irene Adler/Mary Morstan
Rating: E
Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, Leather Kink, Leather Boots, Boot Worship, Fur Kink, Frottage, Foot Fetish, Riding Crops, Servitude, Chaotic Neutral Women Loving Women, Crime DOES Pay, Service Kink, Suicidal Thoughts, Debt, Attempted Redemption, Kneeling, Crawling, Non-Platonic Sidekick Recruitment, Brief Scene of Auto-Gunplay
Warning: brief scene of suicidal ideation.


Summary: “Of course it’s very wrong, but we can’t all be moralists, and the distribution of wealth is very wrong to begin with.” (AJ Raffles, “The Ides of March,” E.W. Hornung)

“Mary Morstan” is a down-on-her luck assassin who’s been wanting to reform, but she finds herself deep in debt and thereby with even less hope for a retirement plan that isn’t made of lead. In desperation she appeals to a wealthier acquaintance - Irene Adler, The Woman, one of the top pro Dommes in the world. It turns out that Irene has another, even more lucrative source of income that isn’t quite cricket - and that’s where she needs an assistant. But before Mary is initiated into all Irene’s secrets, she first must pledge her loyalty. And it’s Irene’s business to deduce just what Mary really needs.

Venus Infers at AO3

This belongs to an AU I’ve had in my head for a long time, starring Irene and Mary as a kinky lesbian jewel heist team. Apologies are due to Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, the Velvet Underground, and most of all to E. W. Hornung.
vulgarweed: (come_by_jackshoegazer)
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: E/NC-17
Word Count: 6,178
Pairing: Irene Adler/Mary Watson
Tags: BDSM, humiliation, catharsis, light flogging, caning, impact play, nipple torture, mild lactation kink, gunplay (of a sort), training, recreational scolding, kink as therapy, Dom Irene, Sub Mary, Chaotic Neutral Mary Wants to Be Chaotic Good, Chaotic Neutral Irene Likes Her Just the Way She Is, Strongly Implied (not-conventionally-sexual) Irene/Sherlock, Mary/John Mentioned
Author's Warning: This is a BDSM fantasy fic, not a how-to manual. While nothing really terrible happens in it, there are certainly some things that might be unsafe for some people in some circumstances. Some suspension of disbelief may be required.

Mary is stuck in a self-loathing spiral because she thinks she’s fucked up badly - and she’s not used to fucking up badly being something one can survive. She needs confession and catharsis. Who’s she going to to go to - a therapist? A priest? Nope. She’s going to seek out the type of specialist who actually can help her. (Spoiler alert: Irene does.)

There's a surprise guest star cameo at the end.

For both Femslash June and the ‘Humiliation’ square on my Seasons of Kink card.

The Passion That Slays and Recovers at AO3

This is actually the first time I've written really explicit BDSM femslash, and I'm a little excited and nervous about it. Feedback especially welcome.

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