The Middle Distance

Yesterday, that is, July 6th

In the spirit of hobbit-style birthday giving (the birthday person gives gifts to others) I set the goal of getting two fics finished and posted. Mission Accomplished!

Urine For a Treat
Fandom: Sherlock (Bone-Fiddle-verse, Appalachian AU)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Watersports, Golden Showers, Piss Play, Established Relationship, Intimacy, Cuddling, Oral Sex, Shower Sex
Summary: In "I Like Smoke and Lightning", John learned that Sherlock had very few limits. He sat with that for a while and accepted it. And now it's coming home.

Part 1/2


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Mind the tags, this one's got a bit of a bite to it. :D

Vagina Bones
Fandom: Locked Tomb Trilogy - Tamsyn Muir
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus
No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Meme Fic, Inspired by Twitter, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vagina Dentata
Summary: Harrow springs a bitey surprise on Gideon in an intimate moment. To no one's surprise, Gideon kinda loves it.

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I was starting to worry I was losing my mojo for kinky porn since it's been a while...turns out, nah.

A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!
This masterlist is getting long - after today, it'll be under a cut.

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)

10. 10. Edgeplay | Gun Play | Fucking Machine

Money Shot (Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, in Sherlock’s Mind Bordello)

“It’s only really edgeplay if it’s loaded.”

“It is,” Sherlock said. He knew this not because of the revolver’s weight or how it was handled - but because of who handled it. Who was kneeling, licking the barrel and drawing it in and out of his mouth, obscenely.

Moriarty - Jim - seemed reluctant to let it go. “You know there’s only one in the chamber, too. It’s already crossed my mind - (for when he bent low Sherlock could see the back of his head blown out). Perhaps it will cross yours too.”

“Russian Roulette,” Sherlock snapped, pulse pounding.

“You’re as good at the obvious as your…biographer. Pity your illustrator isn’t here to draw you taking this gun out of my mouth and putting your cock in there instead. Only thing you’ve got to lose is something you don’t value much anyway. Either way. I like this gun. It’s tasty. And you like to suck, too.”

Sherlock’s eyes narrowed, calculating. “The cabbie. The pills. That was a message. Two rounds. Click click.”

“Or click-bang,” Jim said, languidly. “Or click-bang-suck-OH. I know what your semen smells like. It’s all over your bed. You’ve been thinking of me, you naughty boy.”

“We both get orgasms, lucky one gets a dead enemy?”

“Bring that cock here and try it. You’re gonna love having your mind blown.”

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)

“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.

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.

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(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.)