The Middle Distance

The Strands of the Web
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Rating: G
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Word Count: 507
Tags/Warnings: Post-War of the Ring, Hurt/Comfort, Short One Shot, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Arachnophobia, Pacifist Frodo, Warrior Sam, Cuddling



Summary: The quality of mercy is not strained. A sunny spot in the garden on a map of terrible memories.


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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 12: 12. Master/Slave | Tentacles | Hand-jobs

(Warning for mind control and very dubious dub-con)

Mortifications of the Flesh (The Silmarillion-LOTR, Sauron/Witch-King of Angmar)

He reaches out, in the last mortifications of his fading flesh.

He had a mighty will, enough to keep his quick life knit together far beyond the measure of his race, and to ease his pain as the hand of death touched him and slipped. He thought he understood my gift - bold was he in accepting, and proud was he to rank first and highest.

Only now does he begin to comprehend fully, as the world he was born to begins to fade away, as his vessel desiccates and his eyes fix beyond the veil, piercing shadows.

He is mine utterly, and soon will pass beyond the sight of the living but as a cold shadow of fear. I see him at once as he was and is - warlord and sorcerer, still bearing power, now bent to my will. Even fairer to my sight is he, now bent to my shaping, refusing the Gift of Men for my sake. Age-scored and mist-grey, wraith-light in his eyes. I rouse his withered manhood with the Ring on my hand, and he writhes for me - crackling, groaning, desperately dry; his cries both sharp and rattling; his pleasure more dreadful than his pain. Soon he will be beyond both to all but Myself, with a touch of my will on the ring that he bears.


( Masterlist 1-11 )

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 kept a safe distance from the Mother of Darkness, though stirred was she by the scent of blood and susurration of spiked legs on spun silk. Her leathern wings arched above her head, and she expected to scrape a stone ceiling that was not there. For so thorough and deep was the Unlight that the Huntress’s victims perceived that they were to die in a cave, although in truth the open sky was above them, Varda’s stars overcome by the Gloomweaver’s work.

It was safest to watch her feed upon the first wanderers until they grew shriveled. Then Thuringwethil could slide through the shadows and gaze upon the intricate workings of Ungoliant’s jaws as they pierced and devoured and drained her prey’s life blood, replacing it with her viscous venom. Thuringwethil licked her own fangs in sympathetic lust.

“Draw close, if you dare. Eight eyes I have - I see you.”

Thuringwethil shivered at the voice. It could not have come from that mouth, occupied as it was in draining. Husks of Orcs, bones, fallen creatures of all descriptions, ichor spilled and scented. She let out a little moan. Ungoliant would have every right to slay her had she come to steal food, but she had not. Drinker of life’s-wine, she knelt down before her deity to offer her own blood.

Ok, i’m doing this. Last night I accidentally wrote a near-perfect 221B drabble for a fandom that wasn’t Sherlock. So I decided they’re all going to be 221B drabbles (221 words, last word must start with ‘b’) whether they have anything to do with Sherlock Holmes or not. I may change my mind about that later, lol. All fandoms and pairings are fair game for me this round.

Anyway, here’s the first one. There’s a full list of prompts here, and you pick from each day’s listing of three.

1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

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A Boon to Diplomacy (Fandom: The Hobbit)

“Well,” said Bilbo. “There are those who say the Old Toby is the finest, and others who’ll go to war for the Longbottom Leaf. It’s down to whether you like a dry woody smoke, or a lighter touch with a hint of honey. I think they’re both splendid, but one’s more a summer flavor and the other more suited to falling leaves and chill in the air, for it goes well with the scent of a lively hearth … The Old Toby pairs best with beef and brandy…”

“That’s all well and good,” grumbled Thorin, “but have you ever had it with Dorwinion wine?”

“Unlikely,” said Thranduil. “We were barely aware of the existence of the Shirefolk - we’d have been glad to trade if they wished it, but rarely did our paths cross.”

“So neither hobbit nor dwarf nor elf nor man could have foreseen the reaction that the combination causes,” Thorin huffed, and sped up the motions of his hand on Thranduil’s member until the Elvenking bit his lip and closed his eyes and dropped his goblet raining red droplets all over the floor, all over the shining mithril shirt that was the only thing Bilbo wore, his apple-plump arse shamelessly bearing the bounce of Thorin’s thrusts, his rampant little cock stabbing lightly into the mouth of Bard below.

Originally posted to AO3 on 6/10/2017

Ring'd With the Azure World
Fandom: Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion
Pairings: Gandalf/Radagast, Gwaihir/Meneldor
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 5,167
AO3 tags: Giant Eagle Incest, Istari Angst, Het Bird Sex, Maiar Slash, Eagles Are Not Kindly Birds
Warnings: Incest among consenting giant eagle siblings. Fish death.

Summary:As Olórin and Aiwendil, two of the Maiar who will become the Istari, travel from Valinor to Middle-earth via Giant Eagle Airlines over the Sundering Sea, they experience some in-flight turbulence. Eagles are not servants, and the minor inconvenience of passengers does nothing to deter them from their own necessities and pleasures.

In love with one another and fearful of what lies ahead, the future Gandalf and Radagast don't mind using the detour for an interlude of their own.


Written for lydiabennet/Teasel in the 2017 Fandom Trumps Hate Auction. Thank you so much for your generous donations to Natural Resources Defense Council and The Nature Conservancy.

Part 2 of the Eyrie Tales trilogy, stories centered on the giant eagles of Middle-earth.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Frodo Baggins/Rosie Cotton/Samwise Gamgee
Rating: T for now, will likely go up in part 2
Warnings/Content: None really. Polyamory negotiations, implied PTSD

Summary: Bookverse: post-quest, post-Scouring of the Shire). When Frodo falls ill while Sam is off planting trees to restore the Shire with the aid of Galadriel’s gift, it falls to Rosie to help tend to him. His wounds go much deeper than flesh - and so does Rosie’s healing offer.


In Due Times and Perfect Measure at AO3

Written for the monthly Polyshipping Day challenge at Tumblr and AO3

Written for the Porn Battle Amnesty challenge on Dreamwidth.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Aragorn/Watcher in the Water
Rating: NC-17/E
Warnings/Content notes: Rape/non-con, tentacles, nonconsentacles, tentacle porn with no redeeming social value.

Summary: During the all-too-brief years of Balin's reclamation of Khazad-dûm, the Ranger Aragorn of the Dúnedain embarks on a mission to gather information and warn the Dwarves of peril. The Doors of Durin are still shut, and the peril that lurks nearby is one no one had imagined.

Prompt: Aragorn/Watcher in the Water, tentacles, lust, pheromones, wet, indignity, body, shame, undressed, slime, dark, mud

A Ranger, Caught Off His Guard at AO3

I don't think I've ever written straight-up tentacle porn before, believe it or not!

At AO3


Explicit
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
M/M
Fandoms: Sherlock/The Silmarillion
Rating: NC-17/E
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Sherlock/Gothmog
Content notes/warnings/enticements: Shapeshifting, Kinslaying, More Shapeshifting, Elemental Whip Magic, BDSM, Rope Bondage, Dubious Consent, Even More Dubious Tolkienian Theology, Crack, crackfic, Dom Sherlock, Sub Everybody Else, Dark Fuck Prince Running Loose in Middle-earth, Bang a Balrog (Get It On), Interspecies, Crossover

Summary: "It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed.” - Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle, Arthur Conan Doyle

Sequel to With Both Hands Thou Shalt Give It. After Melkor murdered Finwë and stole the Silmarils, fleeing to the lands across the sea, Fëanor, the Silmarils’ maker, led an army in hot pursuit to avenge his father and reclaim his treasure, swearing an oath that would doom them all. And the Fëanorians were followed by the eccentric, brilliant, and fearlessly kinky Maia detective called Sérelókë, who can always be trusted to stick his nose (and other parts) into the meat of any fascinating and dangerous crime. In Beleriand, he will find a rich playground for all his passions, and meet a companion who will change his life forever.

Chapter 1

This will be posted serially; it's about 3/4 finished and thoroughly outlined. Projected word count looks to be in the 30-35k range; first chapter is about 5.

Iaun stood still and silent, and gave but one terse nod. “Have you some power of sight?”

“Observation,” the stranger said. “You are Elven, but not Noldor, not Vanyar, and only tenuously Teleri. Clearly Moriquendi, you’ve never been to Valinor. Your green raiment marks you as one who has often dwelt in the forest, but you are not quite so . . . feral . . .as some, so I deduce that you are one of the people of Lenwë, who heeded the summons of Oromë at first but later turned aside down the Anduin. You adjust your body weight as one who has worn armor in the past but now does not, preferring stealth in what you see as your maimed and weakened condition. You have a steel sword, well-made if plain and simple, and it is not of Noldorin make - oh no, it definitely wouldn’t be - so clearly you have had contact with at least someone who has had at some time had contact with the Naugrim, most likely by way of Doriath. You know how to use it, but the callouses on your hands and the way you carry yourself tell me that you are more confident with your bow and arrows - or at least you were before you sustained a wound to your shoulder that did not heal as completely as it should. Therefore, you were wounded in battle with the cruelest of enemies, who prevented you from access to immediate healing, most likely by taking you prisoner for a time. Though you have your own skill in healing - I can tell that by the scent of the herbs in that pouch you keep close to your chest - you were not able to bring it to bear enough to repair the damage fully. It must have been the battle where Lenwë’s son Denethor fell, was it not? You were taken by surprise while trying to help a comrade. You have a strong moral principle, but you are wary and slow to trust. Oh, and you are small of stature among your people, and you hoped to compensate for that in deeds of renown. You are motivated to take risks, and you are drawn to dangerous situations.”


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Once I get back into the groove of it, Sérelókë is every bit as fun to write as his London counterpart. Maybe even more so.

Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: NC-17/E
Pairing/Characters: Bilbo/Thorin/Beorn
Word Count: 12,001
Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Bear Kink, Size Kink, Size Difference, Body Worship, Body Hair, Shapeshifting, sharp teeth, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Top Bilbo, Bottom Bilbo, Switchy Bilbo, Food Kink, Honey, Butter, Not Quite Over the Bestiality Line But Within Sight of It Because Shapeshifting, Did You Know Bears Have a Penis Bone?, Animal Play, Animal Transformation, Bearginshield, PWP

Summary: “There was a growling sound outside, and a noise as of some great animal scuffling at the door. Bilbo wondered what it was, and whether it could be Beorn in enchanted shape, and if he would come in as a bear and kill them. He dived under the blankets and hid his head, and fell asleep again at last in spite of his fears.” [The Hobbit, Chapter 7 "Queer Lodgings," J.R.R. Tolkien)

That wasn’t entirely fear Bilbo felt when he first saw Beorn change - seems our hobbit has a bear kink (figuratively and literally). Beorn and Thorin manage to co-operate long enough to indulge him.

Written for the “Animal Play” square in Seasons of Kink

Author's Note:
HUGE thanks to Winter_of_our_Discontent and Jinglebell for providing close-reading eyes and enthusiastic cheerleading, and to everyone at #antidiogenes.

Like most of my Hobbit and LOTR fic, this is a hopeless mishmash of book and movie ‘verse. I take elements I like from both and I don’t know how to do it any other way. I don’t think this quite merits a bestiality tag, because Beorn is almost always mostly in his humanlike form here. Mostly. Others may disagree. You might. You were warned.

For Mildredandbobbin - I know I hoped to have this done near our early July birthdays. Turns out it's belated even for the Baggins birthdays. (In my defense, I didn't know it was going to run to nearly 12k).

Honeypot at AO3

Enjoy!