teaser for a second fill "Bleed For Me"tabby_stardustJuly 31 2012, 13:18:36 UTC
Not sure when exactly I'll have time to... flesh out the actual, proper fill (have to decide how much lead-up I want / is necessary, though knowing you, including the application of those ropes would be appreciated, I'm sure... must decide if I want to combine it, as a sort of continuation, with the fill to this prompt that I never got around to finishing before I went into almost permanent retirement... you called me back, tabby, you called me baaaack! ...have to figure out how Moriarty strips & ties up Holmes without finding the red notebook... must decide how far we want things to go...) Anyway...
Pain... fear... revulsion... Moriarty could sense all of it as he pulled the detective close against him. He could feel it. It was there in the heat that radiated from Holmes' body to his own... in the tremor of that bound frame against him: the shudder the other man could not repress. It was in the glaze that replaced the calculation in one wide brown eye... in the fretful working of those clever lips against the gag as Holmes vainly
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Re: teaser for a second fill "Bleed For Me"tabby_stardustAugust 4 2012, 10:37:16 UTC
Thank you! <3
As for calling me back... Well, for several months now, I've been away from fandom and not really missing it at all (feeling like there were a million things I'd rather do that look at LJ). I wasn't even really having any slashy fantasies. I was starting to think I'd just disappear from it all -- leave off it forever. But, on some whim I decided to have a half-bored browse through somewhat recent kinkmeme stuff and CRASH, like divine slash lightning, this stunning bit of art struck and revived me.
Am anon-ed for now because I'm not sure if and when I'll be able to fulfill that promise for more (been away the last 4 days with no internet access & in a place not conducive to porny thoughts, and will be out of the loop again for a couple of days) and I find it easier to shrug off the pangs of conscience for breaking promises made when anon.
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Don't mind me, I'll just... uh... be over there in my bunk. ;)
Thank you for this, anon! *purrs*
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Pain... fear... revulsion...
Moriarty could sense all of it as he pulled the detective close against him. He could feel it. It was there in the heat that radiated from Holmes' body to his own... in the tremor of that bound frame against him: the shudder the other man could not repress. It was in the glaze that replaced the calculation in one wide brown eye... in the fretful working of those clever lips against the gag as Holmes vainly ( ... )
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And you're going to write moar? Brb, baking you porn cookies.
Also
you called me back, tabby, you called me baaaack!
I did? What? How? Who? *flails* *clings to Anon*
I wish my bondage icon wasn't inactive. Damn you LJ.
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As for calling me back... Well, for several months now, I've been away from fandom and not really missing it at all (feeling like there were a million things I'd rather do that look at LJ). I wasn't even really having any slashy fantasies. I was starting to think I'd just disappear from it all -- leave off it forever. But, on some whim I decided to have a half-bored browse through somewhat recent kinkmeme stuff and CRASH, like divine slash lightning, this stunning bit of art struck and revived me.
Am anon-ed for now because I'm not sure if and when I'll be able to fulfill that promise for more (been away the last 4 days with no internet access & in a place not conducive to porny thoughts, and will be out of the loop again for a couple of days) and I find it easier to shrug off the pangs of conscience for breaking promises made when anon.
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;)
*hugs*
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Way out of practice, so this took waaaay too long to write, even taking jet-lag into account.
The complete fic to honor your fine work:
here.
Bon apetite!
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Somehow I knew it was you. :D
*scampers off to read*
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