#vulgarweed's kinktober

[vulgarweed]

KINKTOBER DAY 10!

masterlist is getting LONG. After today, it goes under a cut on future posts.

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/Sherlock)

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: 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)

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)

Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

Day 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.”

[homosociallyyours]

@violyntfemme tagged me in a post to do the following: 

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

First off, thank you for the tag!!

Second, OH MAN OH GEEZ. OK.  

I have 4000 WIPs, many of which are never going to be finished if I’m being honest. If anyone just really wants to read my unfinished works and then tell me which ones should get actual priority, lemme know, I guess? Meanwhile, there are some things I am still thinking about and wanting to write or finish. 

1) This mermaid/alien (johnlock) fic that I started last october/november after Watson Washington/Sherlock Seattle. It went astray and I left it alone for a while, but I am still thinking about it. 

2) A sequel my potterlock-y dark magic Eurus fic. I haven’t written any words for it, but the idea is lurking in a way that tells me I really want to. 

3) A john whump fic thing that was supposed to be a drabble or a ficlet but that exploded into lots of words, so. Maybe? 

4) From the deepest darkest vaults of my google drive I also have a greaserlock fic called “Johnny Are you Queer?” that I honestly think about A LOT but haven’t touched in forever. Like when you make out with someone and it’s really good, and then you look them up on facebook sometimes and see that their profile pic is from some sweaty night out and you wish were at that party too? Yeah. 

As for what I’m writing now? A lotta nothing. BOOO. I need a good old fashioned prodding. 

Ohh also I am going to do at least one kinktober prompt if it fucking kills me. Seriously. I will. 

In non-fandom things, I really am gearing up to do a cheese show on youtube. Possible name is “Cheese Baby” (IDK naming things is hard) and the show will feature me talking about cheese for 3-5 minutes, teaching ppl tips, tricks, and cool shit about one of the greatest foods in the world. 

Do you wanna talk about your projects (in or out of fandom)? Your hopes and dreams? I’m gonna tag a couple ppl, but please feel free to do this even if you aren’t tagged! 

@samwellwinchesterthebrave @afalsebravado @zooeyscigar @vulgarweed @aprillikesthings @subspacerogers 

[vulgarweed]

KINKTOBER DAY 11

Long masterlist is long now - will be posted after the Read More, A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

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.

~end

Masterlist of drabbles under the 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/Sherlock)

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: 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)

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)

Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

Day 10: 10. Edgeplay | Gun Play | Fucking Machine

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

[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/Sherlock)

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: 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.”

[vulgarweed]

KINKTOBER DAY 9!

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/Sherlock)

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: 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)

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)

Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

He straightens his suit as her eyes burn through his shell. “I’m your Christmas present.” His mouth has gone dry. She’s beyond perfect, the essence of pure Holmesness wrapped in a shroud of witchcraft. “What’s mine?” He already knows. It’s that he feels alive in her presence, because he is afraid.

She briefly parts the white shirt of her pyjamas to show the peep of a camisole. Prada. The latest Fall collection. Oh, the implications. He comes as close to the glass as he dares, and then closer, and then their bodies nearly meld through it. She begins to whisper. He’s trembling. He’s hard. She speaks of drowning. He feels the pressure in his lungs.

He’ll joke about Darth Vader but the idea of being choked by remote used to make him hard and shooting off embarrassingly fast.

She curls her white hand against the glass as she dances with him, slow and lewd. She clutches her fist at the knot of his tie, and the glass is still there, he’s sure of it, but somehow he feels her heat against his chest, her face nuzzling, her thighs pressing, and his necktie tightening at her command although it’s his own hand pulling. His come smears the glass as he slides to his knees, consumed with joy as his vision goes black.

[vulgarweed]

KINKTOBER DAY 7!

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/Sherlock)

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: 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)

7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

The armed security guard stood at alert rest, hands crossed behind in a strict military manner. No one at the museum wanted to take risks on a recurrence of the AGRA incident, not with the crown jewels of Narrativistan on loan for a limited engagement.

A lean dapper gentleman strode down the hall to the vault with the aura of one who belonged there. The guard alone knew that he didn’t - and looked askance at another guard who wasn’t quite right. It wouldn’t matter. The cameras would be off when they needed to be.

And such was Irene’s daring that she wriggled half out of her Westwood wool and showed sage-green skin-caressing silk, her male-manicured hands slithering into Mary’s uniform trousers right there in the vault. Mary thought she’d be the one who couldn’t keep her hands off Irene - smart tailoring of that suit seeming to change her whole body shape and give her natural air of dominance a masculine flavour. But it was Irene who seemed impatient. “The jewels are safe, pet,” she purred. “In the safest place. Well, safe from anyone but you.”

The cocky effect was dazzling as Irene pushed Mary against the steel wall and opened her shirt and waistcoat, pressing her breasts against Mary’s cheap uniform. “Suits suit you,” Mary murmured.

“Suits you to look butch.”

[vulgarweed]

KINKTOBER DAY 2!

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]

KINKTOBER DAY 6!

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/Sherlock)

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: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (The Lord of the Rings)

“Over here! Up against this tree.”

“Oooh, they’re getting slaughtered. I can’t believe how lucky we are to be alive.”

“Myself even more so since you haven’t even untied me.”

“Maybe I like the way you look with your hands tied.”

“Hardly fitting in a life or death situation, I should think. And this is nasty Orc rope, it’s not the nice hemp we play with back home.”

“Well, we’re a long way from home, Pippin. We’ll have to make do with what we’ve got.”

“Can’t we have a little--you know--since I’m all tied up and all?”

“Well, I stole a knife, can cut you loose real fast if I have to.”

“Mmm, clever Merry. Mmm, let us have a-”

“Oh that’s nice. You taste good. Tie you to this vine here and make you squirm up against this tree, just like...ummm, yeah, you’re getting hard fast. Gonna stroke you, make you beg for it…”

“Merry?”

“What, Pip?”

“That huge branch here, turning up. Wasn’t that a dangling bit of vine before?”

“I thought it was, for sure. Mm, so smooth too. Not like the roughness everywhere else. It feels good in my other hand, yeah--”

There was a massive rustling above them as Merry stroked the branch and Pippin at once. A booming voice moaned, “Well, bless my bark!”

[vulgarweed]

KINKTOBER DAY 3!

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/Sherlock)

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.