FILL: Fantastic Tentacles And Where To Find Them (1a/1) - NON-CONs0mmerspr0ssenMarch 19 2011, 20:45:25 UTC
Once, I told myself that as long as I stayed away from tentacle porn, everything would be fine and I wouldn't go to hell.
Well - fuck that. Anon asked so very nicely for a fill and the prompt - that picture wouldn't fucking leave my mind.
So - tentacle porn. My first. Bear with me, I had no fucking clue what I was doing.
Warnings: Non-Con Tentacle Sex. Yay. ________
Sometimes, Sherlock thought he was going insane.
There was nothing, absolutely nothing rational about this. He knew that these kinds of things simply didn't happen. There weren't any scientific studies - God knew he'd been looking for them. All he had ever been able to dig up were a handful of spooky old tales and a few bulletin board entries on the internet that sounded like they had been written by a bunch of complete nutters.
Maybe Sherlock was a nutter as well, then. He was quite sure he would be institutionalised if he ever went to a doctor or professional of some kind to talk about it.
It being what happened whenever Sherlock went to sleep
( ... )
FILL: Fantastic Tentacles And Where To Find Them (1b/1) - NON-CONs0mmerspr0ssenMarch 19 2011, 20:46:41 UTC
And struggling was bad, a no-go - Sherlock knew the rules by now.
There were three of them; three simple but highly important little laws.
Number one - don't put up a fight, never. It will only make it worse.
Number two - don't shout for help, don't make any noise unless it's one of appreciation. That, too, will make it worse.
Number three - don't leave when it's over. Unless you want another turn.
By now, Sherlock was fairly good at dealing with it, dealing with the whole thing. On occasions, he still felt desperate, felt like crying, felt like telling somebody, anybody really. But not even Mycroft had believed him - Mycroft who had always, always listened.
Which was why, nowadays, Sherlock Holmes simply accepted his situation and worked himself to exhaustion until he'd have to go to bed
( ... )
FILL: Fantastic Tentacles And Where To Find Them (1c/1) - NON-CONs0mmerspr0ssenMarch 19 2011, 20:48:04 UTC
Sherlock didn't know what exactly they were, other than the spawns of the darkest nightmare. Hands, he could deal with, could explain away with a very skinny boyfriend that didn't talk. But the long, thick and strangely smooth tentacles he could not ignore
( ... )
FILL: Fantastic Tentacles And Where To Find Them (1d/1) - NON-CONs0mmerspr0ssenMarch 19 2011, 20:50:13 UTC
Immediately, the tentacles around his arms tightened, with the hands around his ankles following suit.
The penetrating tendril was pushing in further now, stretching Sherlock as its thicker parts passed the muscle. Only moments later, the pointed tip brushed over Sherlock's prostrate and Sherlock's hips jerked upwards, trying to get away because it felt good, way too good
( ... )
FILL: Fantastic Tentacles And Where To Find Them (1e/1) - NON-CONs0mmerspr0ssenMarch 19 2011, 20:51:18 UTC
Trembling, Sherlock pulled his legs and arms in, now that he was alone once more. He curled up like a child, trying to calm his breath as he hid his sweaty face in his shaking hands.
He felt violated and incredibly weak. His legs were sticky and he was filled with the odd, slick substance that had oozed from the penetrating tendril. By now, it had dried a bit, feeling like gritty glue.
Suppressing a sob - a crying fit wouldn't help - Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut and moved his hands, hugging his legs close.
Oh, how he'd love to move, to take a shower. But rule number three was firmly engraved in his mind - never leave afterwards.
Sherlock didn't even bother to move underneath the blanket. Feeling more exhausted than ever, Sherlock gladly succumbed to the now fast approaching dizziness, the numbness of mind.
For now, he would be allowed to sleep, to rest in peace.
Until next time. _____ fin. Yeaaaaaah. So. I can't keep it short, apparently. Cough. Ilikeditthough.
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Well - fuck that. Anon asked so very nicely for a fill and the prompt - that picture wouldn't fucking leave my mind.
So - tentacle porn. My first. Bear with me, I had no fucking clue what I was doing.
Warnings: Non-Con Tentacle Sex. Yay.
________
Sometimes, Sherlock thought he was going insane.
There was nothing, absolutely nothing rational about this. He knew that these kinds of things simply didn't happen. There weren't any scientific studies - God knew he'd been looking for them. All he had ever been able to dig up were a handful of spooky old tales and a few bulletin board entries on the internet that sounded like they had been written by a bunch of complete nutters.
Maybe Sherlock was a nutter as well, then. He was quite sure he would be institutionalised if he ever went to a doctor or professional of some kind to talk about it.
It being what happened whenever Sherlock went to sleep ( ... )
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There were three of them; three simple but highly important little laws.
Number one - don't put up a fight, never. It will only make it worse.
Number two - don't shout for help, don't make any noise unless it's one of appreciation. That, too, will make it worse.
Number three - don't leave when it's over. Unless you want another turn.
By now, Sherlock was fairly good at dealing with it, dealing with the whole thing. On occasions, he still felt desperate, felt like crying, felt like telling somebody, anybody really. But not even Mycroft had believed him - Mycroft who had always, always listened.
Which was why, nowadays, Sherlock Holmes simply accepted his situation and worked himself to exhaustion until he'd have to go to bed ( ... )
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The penetrating tendril was pushing in further now, stretching Sherlock as its thicker parts passed the muscle. Only moments later, the pointed tip brushed over Sherlock's prostrate and Sherlock's hips jerked upwards, trying to get away because it felt good, way too good ( ... )
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He felt violated and incredibly weak. His legs were sticky and he was filled with the odd, slick substance that had oozed from the penetrating tendril. By now, it had dried a bit, feeling like gritty glue.
Suppressing a sob - a crying fit wouldn't help - Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut and moved his hands, hugging his legs close.
Oh, how he'd love to move, to take a shower. But rule number three was firmly engraved in his mind - never leave afterwards.
Sherlock didn't even bother to move underneath the blanket. Feeling more exhausted than ever, Sherlock gladly succumbed to the now fast approaching dizziness, the numbness of mind.
For now, he would be allowed to sleep, to rest in peace.
Until next time.
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fin.
Yeaaaaaah. So. I can't keep it short, apparently. Cough. Ilikeditthough.
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I am glad it was readable, though. *hugs*
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So... I wonder, what happens if someone is sleeping with Sherlock?
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But yes, glad you liked it. ;)
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Sooo... in that case can I try? Only, I can't decide what happens. Maybe one of the multiple ending thingies~
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