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Vamplock Capture - Open Prompt

John pushed his hands out to either side of himself as far as he could, until they touched the metal bars of the cage he’d been placed inside. Stupid. So bloody fucking stupid, to be walking out after dark with vampires about. So bloody, bloody stupid.

Looking around, John could see that somebody or other had placed him in a rather luxurious room. The floor was a muted red carpeting, lush and thick, with matching drapes along the walls; a fire crackled gently in the grate against the nightly rain.

John himself did not match his current surroundings; he was filthy, starving, dehydrated, and terrified from his kidnapping and subsequent travels. He had been starved half to death, bitten in a hundred different places, until finally being sold to the highest bidder - the vampire who could afford this mansion. But as of right now, there was nobody here, and starving or not, John was not inclined to stay. He reached his hands around the bars and began to try and pick the lock, not hearing the door open behind him. (Pairing is open to Sherlock, Mycroft, Jim, or Sebastian! Also, this is an AU where John is *not* a doctor.)

[the-detectives-blogger]

Casually walks by and spanks both arse cheeks for good measure.

John jumps and rubs at his arse, turning round and round, his cheeks and his arse a lovely matching red. 

[the-detectives-blogger]

‘🕶’

“You’d think being so tall and muscular would’ve gotten you a woman/man by now. OOOOOOOOOOOOH TALLNESS ISNT EVERYTHING SEBASTIAN” 

[the-detectives-blogger]

A Puppy for Sebastian - Closed Starter

@endofmygun

John Watson awoke naked, hogtied, and gagged in an unfamiliar apartment.

He looked around in a panic; he could wriggle slightly, but not move much. The floor beneath him was luxurious carpet; the cool air around his naked skin was a good temperature. The furniture was fine, best money could buy...and John could feel something on his ass. He squirmed, but it would not budge; it felt light and fluttering.

John couldn’t see it, but it was a piece of paper, taped to his arse, that said,

“Merry Christmas, Sebastian. I’m sorry we couldn’t be together this year, but I got you a nice little puppy for Christmas. Train him well, he’s yours.”

There was a collar around John’s neck with a tag hanging off of it that said Puppy John: Property of Sebastian Moran. John made a helpless, strangled noise as the door opened, still trying to undo the knots that bound him tightly, his cheeks flushing a deep red from his nakedness. 

[the-detectives-blogger]

Torture, continued

Crack.

John’s body seized as the whip lashed across his back, leaving another welt across the many others that quickly started to bleed; his pants had long since soaked through with his own blood.

Crack.

HIs lips, squeezed shut. Still refusing to scream. Refusing to give in. 

Crack.

Face white, muscles seized with tension and dehydration.

Crack.

Chains lightly clinking in a mockery of the sound of the fancy dinners he used to go to with Sherlock.

Crack.

A scream building up within him. Mustn’t let it out. Mustn’t let them know, give them the satisfaction.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

No.

[the-detectives-blogger]

Drabble - Torture

[Anyone wants to continue this with me as Jim - or Seb - or both - let me know.]

“Shh, baby, I know it hurts.”

Jim stroked gently over John’s trembling cheek as the small blogger stared up at him with hateful, fearful eyes. He had been tied here for two days now, leather cuffs around his wrists, almost tight enough (but not quite) to stop the blood flow, keeping him bound to a metal table. His ankles, as well, and his throat, his forehead, his hips, all were strapped down quite securely. They’d left him his pants, which was, John supposed, a small thing to be grateful for.

Sebastian, meanwhile, was carving some new shape into his legs. Digging the blade nice and far into the muscle of his calf as John refused to scream, clenching his teeth so hard they were squeaking with the pressure, and as Jim Moriarty held his hand, and stroked his cheek, and brushed back his hair.

“This can all go away, you know,” he whispered softly. “All of this, he’ll stop at just a word from me.” Sebastian started a new cut and John’s face went white; Jim clucked and brushed a gentle, manicured hand along his hairline. “Shh, pet, I know, I know, it hurts so. Just tell me where our dear Sherlock is, my little blogger, and I’ll let you go free.”

[the-detectives-blogger]

Do any Sebastians want to plot with me for something about John and Sebby both being in military service together? And then maybe a time-skip to the future, we could do an AU with them both working for Jim...? I have many thoughts, anyone interested? <3