Noncon, humilated, terrified Holmes!
anonymous
December 29 2011, 08:51:59 UTC
RDJverse! I already read a great fic in which Holmes is raped by Moriarity before they go over the falls. I want something more specific to my kink(s). Be patient with me because I get very specific and crazy
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Fill: Toppled (4/7)rat_chanJanuary 5 2012, 08:44:13 UTC
"You don't understand what I mean, do you?" Moriarty's voice, soft and pitying, and touch, hot on his captive's waist, returned. "I understood easily enough." Those hands slid between Holmes and the table edge to the closures of his trousers and rapidly, deftly began to undo them. A sharp kick to his wounded ankle quelled his instinctive struggle. "You're not the only one who can observe and deduce."
No! The panicked negation hummed above the sound of the falls, an empty denial not of the situation, but of its acknowledgement. Defeated, echoed back in his brain, powerless. Wildly, Holmes wriggled on the table and kicked out at his captor in a desperate, ineffectual bid for escape.
"Ah, how my little trout resists the net," Moriarty crooned. The anger and shame summoned by those words stilled Holmes' struggles and heated his cheeks. Outwitted. "Truly," the other man continued, hands now tugging at the waistband of trousers and undergarments, "it did not take many observations -- the more than British repression you wear like a great
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Fill: Toppled (5/7)rat_chanJanuary 5 2012, 08:50:07 UTC
Overwhelmed by pain and shame as he felt the fiery torture of the invading member being withdrawn -- as he saw the ecstatic triumph stretching his greatest enemy's face as the man thrust back in, violating him deeper than before -- Holmes' face dropped back down to the table, eyes closing against tears of agony. Above him, he heard a slight groan and the panting of Moriarty's breath. His stomach heaved at the sound, already aggravated by fear and disgust, and acid burned the back of his throat. The hands on his hips, but not their sweaty imprint, were removed, but only to again grasp the ropes on his arms and his good shoulder. He felt the bite of his bonds as he was pulled upright once more. And his cry of pain was joined by Moriarty's low moan of pleasure, now close against his ear, as the change in position clenched Holmes' muscles around the other man's shaft
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Fill: Toppled (6/7)rat_chanJanuary 5 2012, 08:55:37 UTC
"Mm, Holmes," Moriarty purred after a sharp pinch to one of the detective's nipples caused an unwilled clench of his muscles. "I think we've found your true purpose. So much quicker." He repeated the action on the other side. "So much more responsive." And again, assaulting both. "Than in our duel... So good." The last words were released in a groan as a motion on Holmes' part -- a desperate, involuntary, futile struggle against his tormentor -- drove the professor deeper inside. Moriarty nipped at an earlobe, then mouthed it as he murmured, "Made for this..." He added three more words in German, but his tone was so harsh and breathy, it took Holmes a moment to process them.
My little trout.Moriarty's heated gaze and small, contented smile... His own reddened, marked body and the sharp motions of the other behind it, around it, dominating it... The entire scene of his debasement wavered and swam in his sight, but Holmes could still make out the glints of light reflecting off his tears
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Fill: Toppled (7/7)rat_chanJanuary 5 2012, 08:59:14 UTC
No! Biting his lips against one more cry, Holmes pushed himself away from the table and staggered away from the hateful image in the glass. He caught himself on the balustrade and clung to it, taking deep cleansing breaths of crisp mountain air. Feeling the loathsome weight of his adversary's stare the whole time, he feverishly, clumsily pulled up his undergarments and trousers, grimacing at the feel of... dampness inside them. He pulled off his gloves in order to close what buttons remained on his shirt and jacket before forcing his gaze to again meet, directly this time, Moriarty's.
"Our business is settled," the professor answered the unspoken question the detective had been unable to keep out of his eyes. One gloved hand reached into a pocket to pull out a pencil. "You and the doctor will be quite free to go," he added, pulling out another object as he began turning away.
The red notebook. Holmes' one redemption at that moment. "But you won't be, professor." His voice was far too weak, but it served
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I think the timing of this fic can kind of fit in with movie canon (if we assume Moriarty and Moran can bind and gag with speedy efficiency and that Holmes isn't out of it or spacing out for too long), but let's say that Moran put up [more of] a fight to keep Watson off that balcony.
Anyway, I tried to keep it as realistic as possible. If I hadn't cared about that, this fic would've had: -Moriarty stripping Holmes naked -Moriarty calling Moran to give him some gun oil/grease, lubing up that black king chess piece, and using it for foreplay (don't personally have an object insertion kink -- quite the reverse, actually -- but it seemed to fit) -Moriarty forcing Holmes to enjoy part(s) of it. Sadly, he didn't have that kind of time.
Re: Author's Notejomel10January 8 2012, 16:12:58 UTC
Brilliant. You are amazing. I especially found the moment when Moriarty climaxed as horrifying, the whole horrible ordeal became even more brutal in that moment, and it really made me cringe. I find the fact that Holmes is so inexperienced, and agree definitely that he fears sex, to be such an interesting prompt and it seems to be the most obvious weakness, aside from Watson of course, that Moriarty would use against him.
Re: Fill: Toppled (7/7)tabby_stardustJanuary 9 2012, 16:29:20 UTC
Hahaha. Captcha gives me differential equations sometimes. This has led me to believe that it is in fact Moriarty, and not Mycroft like some people claim. :P
Forgot to mention in my earlier comment that, since bondage is my favourite kink, I appreciate that you tied Holmes up in a more imaginative way than the usual "wrists and ankles" thing you see in many fics.
Re: Fill: Toppled (7/7)rat_chanJanuary 10 2012, 08:05:17 UTC
Maybe the Holmesian characters take turns?
Thanks for noticing! I put a lot of thought into how he'd be tied up to suit the situation and what all was meant to be going on... ... I actually posed myself to see what seemed to interfere least with Moriarty's intentions whilst immobilizing Holmes sufficiently (and not putting too much strain on the shoulder... not because Moriarty is thoughtful, but because he wanted Holmes attention on other things)... ...Yes, I wrote that bit whilst alone in my room... No, I didn't use actual rope.
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No! The panicked negation hummed above the sound of the falls, an empty denial not of the situation, but of its acknowledgement. Defeated, echoed back in his brain, powerless. Wildly, Holmes wriggled on the table and kicked out at his captor in a desperate, ineffectual bid for escape.
"Ah, how my little trout resists the net," Moriarty crooned. The anger and shame summoned by those words stilled Holmes' struggles and heated his cheeks. Outwitted. "Truly," the other man continued, hands now tugging at the waistband of trousers and undergarments, "it did not take many observations -- the more than British repression you wear like a great ( ... )
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My little trout.Moriarty's heated gaze and small, contented smile... His own reddened, marked body and the sharp motions of the other behind it, around it, dominating it... The entire scene of his debasement wavered and swam in his sight, but Holmes could still make out the glints of light reflecting off his tears ( ... )
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"Our business is settled," the professor answered the unspoken question the detective had been unable to keep out of his eyes. One gloved hand reached into a pocket to pull out a pencil. "You and the doctor will be quite free to go," he added, pulling out another object as he began turning away.
The red notebook. Holmes' one redemption at that moment. "But you won't be, professor." His voice was far too weak, but it served ( ... )
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Anyway, I tried to keep it as realistic as possible.
If I hadn't cared about that, this fic would've had:
-Moriarty stripping Holmes naked
-Moriarty calling Moran to give him some gun oil/grease, lubing up that black king chess piece, and using it for foreplay (don't personally have an object insertion kink -- quite the reverse, actually -- but it seemed to fit)
-Moriarty forcing Holmes to enjoy part(s) of it. Sadly, he didn't have that kind of time.
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um...
What's that string of incoherency Tabby used up there, "ASDGSKJASFHLJSFHKJSFASGJKFJKLH"? Yeah, seconded.
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Thanks, glad you liked it. =D
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I don't mean this as a brag (and it would be a very strange thing to brag about), but I make myself cringe at times.
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*flails*
*dies*
I love you. This is glorious.
(Also, using chess piece for foreplay? I need this now.)
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I'm keeping that chess piece bit in mind. There was a general prompt for Moriarty committing heinous acts on Holmes...
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I love that you made it fit into movie canon. And you wrote this so well... Holmes' shame and his platonic love of Watson came through so well.
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(wtf CAPTCHA!? Chinese? Really?)
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Forgot to mention in my earlier comment that, since bondage is my favourite kink, I appreciate that you tied Holmes up in a more imaginative way than the usual "wrists and ankles" thing you see in many fics.
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Thanks for noticing! I put a lot of thought into how he'd be tied up to suit the situation and what all was meant to be going on... ... I actually posed myself to see what seemed to interfere least with Moriarty's intentions whilst immobilizing Holmes sufficiently (and not putting too much strain on the shoulder... not because Moriarty is thoughtful, but because he wanted Holmes attention on other things)...
...Yes, I wrote that bit whilst alone in my room... No, I didn't use actual rope.
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