prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: R
Tags & Warnings: bloodplay, rough sex, possessive Sherlock, violent fantasies, weird romance



It’s the transitive property. John is Sherlock’s; therefore, what belongs to John belongs to Sherlock. It’s the closest Sherlock can get. John’s laptop, John’s bed, John’s tea mug, John’s toothbrush. And it’s utterly unfair that while the skin cells and hair strands and traces of DNA can transfer, the significance John imbues these items with does not. Sherlock does not become more a part of John’s morning routine for taking his tea mug.

Well. That’s not entirely true. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Tags & Warnings: Omegaverse, tentacles, sexswap
Notes: Written for michi_thekiller. Betaed by the always delightful LapOtter!



Sherlock and Jonnie both gasped and jerked as another of Sherlock’s knots popped into her.

“Four,” Sherlock groaned. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary at Filthy filthy BBC Sherlock WIP
I just rediscovered this half-completed fic I've had lying around in my WIPs folder for...*checks datestamp* two years. It's a fairly polished 2000 words, but I never managed to complete everything I wanted to do with this story.

Originally for a prompt on the BBC Sherlock kink meme: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/18842.html?thread=112049050#t112049050

Warnings for omegaverse, glory holes, and everything you can figure goes along with that.

Nothing gets Sherlock’s blood up—among other parts of him—like a nice, intense, freshly solved case.

It’s the hunt that does it. That intoxicating savour of a competitive victory…and occasionally the thrill of a close escape from death. The knowledge that yet again, he’s taken on all comers, some of them armed, and come out on top, shown the world that not only is he the best at what he does, but no one is even capable of doing what he does.

He knows this to be objectively true, as even the alphas of his acq1uaintance can’t help but admire his skills. Or display their jealousy of them. Same thing, really.

Unfortunately, the more clearly his superiority is displayed during a case, the more urgent his desire to…physically demonstrate it afterwards.

Read more )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Tags & Warnings: Non-con, mind control, captivity, bondage, blood, vampires
Notes: Inspired by Sherlock’s skin was as cold as the steel around John’s neck by archiaart.
Prequel to "The Lamps of His Eyes".




John watches the candle flickering on the nightstand a few feet from the bed. "For you," Sherlock had said with a little smile when he'd lit it, and John had wondered: why a candle? Why not a lamp or a night light? Something with less risk of mess or burning the place down.

He still doesn’t know, but he’s grateful all the same. The little flame dances like it’s keeping him company, a fluttering reminder that life and warmth still exist in the world beyond the cold circle of metal around his neck and the weight of Sherlock’s body draped over John’s.

Somewhere outside, the sun is traveling across the sky, pouring its light over London’s gleaming buildings and grimy pavements. John might never see it again. “I’m going to keep you,” Sherlock had told him, when he’d bound John tight and chained him into his bed. But a vampire’s thralls tend not to last for long.

Everyone is fascinated by the bite. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17
:Tags & Warnings: Dub-con, vampires, blood, captivity, mind control
Notes: Inspired by art from archiaart. Betaed by the redoubtable michi_thekiller!
Sequel to "Candlelight".




"Come here, John."

Sherlock is standing in the bedroom doorway, silhouetted in the golden lamp light. John goes to him, wraps his hands around Sherlock’s bare biceps and lets strong arms come up around him.

Sherlock's thumb strokes at the place where John’s trapezius sinks into his collarbone. His mouth lowers to it and he bites.

John sighs through the pain and leans against him. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Tags & Warnings: Historical AU (Medieval), Historical Inaccuracy, Dubious Consent, Bondage, Secret Relationship, Corsetry, Outdoor Sex, Bathing/Washing, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Religious Guilt, Master/Servant, Sexual Coercion
Notes: Props to my betas: hiddenlacuna, bachin221b, mydwynter, aria, deuxexmycroft, michi_thekiller. Lacuna and Deux, in particular, really take the credit for this story, since they both grabbed me at certain key points and shook me till I agreed not to delete it.

Historical inaccuracies in this story are mostly deliberate, because WTF history, why don't you let me do what I want?




John sprawls exhausted among the bedclothes, the air of the bedchamber icy against his damp skin, and watches the firelight flicker on the stone and tapestry walls. It cuts shadowed wells into the ceiling and glitters in the snow piling up outside the casement window, and turns the man stretched like a cat against John’s flank into a beautiful demon sculpted from fire and darkness.

Maybe it only reveals him for what he is. Devil. Man. Prince. Temptation taken mortal form. Self-recrimination is a constant, almost comfortable companion for John now.

Sherlock’s touch is hot, and soothes the chilled ache from John’s back. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Tags & Warnings: Threesome, consensual voyeurism, orgasm control/denial




And here Lestrade had thought the eye-fucking was hot. But tonight he has them all to himself, Sherlock and John naked as the dawn in the midst of their own flat, kissing while he watches. Just for him. And they generate enough sexual tension to light a house when they’re just standing there looking at each other, but the way they kiss is the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.

Sherlock looks like some sensual Greek statue to begin with, made up of a thousand miles of translucent skin and those immoral fucking lips. But John, the little trooper, refuses to be left behind. Sherlock comes down on him from on high with those sinful lips parted all set to devastate, and John rises right into it, shoots up on tiptoe into the collapsing grotto of Sherlock's personal space to meet him halfway, mouth to mouth.

They tangle, god, they drink from each other like men dying of thirst, and then part just enough to let Lestrade see the twining of their tongues. They stroke their noses together, faces brushing so close that their eyelashes mesh. Lestrade nearly comes in his pants at the sight, so intimate that he wonders what the fuck he’s doing here. No one touches like that with another person watching. It isn’t right. But oh, Holy Mary, is it amazing to see.

He’s agreed not to touch, and they’ve agreed to obey, and his palms ache so badly that he needs someone in this room to get more. So, “Kneel,” he tells them. He watches them sink down to the nest of blankets on the floor in a knot of bare limbs, and imagines what it must feel like for them to have nothing at all against their skin but each other.

It’s some kind of dance, the way they move. Or, hell, it’s sex, the way these two wrap around each other and sway in their own private wind. Their fingers paint lines over one another’s bodies whose afterimages all but glow to Lestrade’s sight, searing his eyes with the strokes over jaw and spine and the curve of a shoulder blade. They forge into the secret hollows on the backs of their necks and the small of their backs. The match of their skin is fucking artwork, alabaster against pale gold. And the twist of their bodies together, Sherlock with his endless elegant lines and John's tidy compactness moulding right in against him...

Lestrade inhales when John’s hand slides forward on Sherlock’s hip. “No.” John’s breath catches; Sherlock’s hand tightens to dig dimples in John’s arse. “Just like this,” he adds, voice rasping. He rather wants to find out what they look like when they’ve been driven mad with desire.
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: John Watson, Bill Murray
Rating: NC-17 (explicit m/m sex)
Tags & Warnings: Omegaverse, Serviceman, explicit m/m sex, drabble
Notes: Written to a Tumblr prompt from otterondeck.

John’s shared his heats with a lot of men, but none of them have ever made him feel so…at home as Bill Murray. Never mind that he’s a beta; gathered up in the big man’s arms, cradled against that broad chest as he shakes and whimpers on Bill’s cock, John feels so protected, so safe, so loved.

Bill tilts John’s chin up to kiss him, on the lips, the jaw, each cheekbone, the bristly beginnings of each eyebrow, and then licks the tip his nose till John can’t help laughing.

"Ready, John?" Bill murmurs against his temple. At John’s nod, Bill hugs him close. As fingers work into him to supplement Bill’s knotless cock, John lets go, safely surrounded as he’s taken apart.
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
My entry for the Tumblr-infamous Red Thong Monday, in honor of reapersun.

Totally NSFW )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: John Watson, Greg Lestrade
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Tags and Warnings: BDSM, Object Insertion, Handcuffs, Bondage, Dom/sub, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Established Relationship
Notes: A gift fic for airynothing, simply because she's wonderful. The agreed-upon number of souls to lapotter and hiddenlacuna for their divine beta skills.




The problem with the sorts of cases Sherlock enjoyed was that they always turned out to be the crazy ones. 85% of Greg’s professional life was taken up with poring over spreadsheets and timelines, but then Sherlock signed on board and suddenly people were getting shot at and super-villains were falling out of the trees like acorns in a stiff wind.

A bloke built up frustrations, dealing with that sort of nuttery. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Since I've had a couple of people tell me that Odalisque is getting a bit hard to navigate on the kink meme, I figured that an index post for the chapters would make it easier to track. I'll update this as new parts are posted, and leave comments on here so that you can get notified of updates if you track this post.

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Jim Moriarty, Mike Stamford, Molly Hooper, Sebastian Moran, Greg Lestrade
Authors: co-written by [livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon and [livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary
Rating: NC-17. In fact, if there's a rating above NC-17, it's that.
Warnings and Tags: I'm serious, this thing is fucked up and probably triggery as hell. dub-con, non-con, outright rape, mpreg, abortion, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, sexual slavery, forced marriage, forced feminization, mindfuckery, John!whump, Sherlock!whump, allthe!whump, BAMF!John, heinous!Moriarty, victimization, psychological torture, physical torture, gender shaming, sexual shaming, AU, NOT omegaverse, additional sexes, gender issues, social world-building, eventual bad guy death, Moran isn't getting any, John's getting too much, the fic where everybody's having sex and nobody wants it, authors made of soulless evil, created by horrible minds for horrible minds

Married off at 17, John's spent his adult life surviving his psychopathic demon of a husband. Jim wants John to carry his kids just as much as John doesn't. It's a hell of a balancing act, but John's managing to make it work...till Jim's new obsession, Sherlock Holmes, comes on the scene and fucks things up for everybody.




The prompt

On AO3

On the kink meme:

Chapter 1 (the initiating story post, by [livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon)
Chapter 2 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary)
Chapter 3 ([livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon)
Chapter 4 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary, additional warnings: anal masturbation, medfet/artificial insemination, a bit of medfet, non-con)
Chapter 5 ([livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: spousal abuse, disturbing imagery)
Chapter 6 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary)
Chapter 7 ([livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon)
Chapter 8 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary, additional warnings: depictions of abortion and emotional impacts thereof)
Chapter 9 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary and [livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: extra non-con and rape imagery)
Chapter 10 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary and [livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: extra non-con and rape imagery, discussion of abortion)
Chapter 11 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary and [livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: attempted sexual assault)
Chapter 12 ([livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary and [livejournal.com profile] bobrossanon)


Fanart!
'Poor John' by xitenshiix-2 on DeviantArt
'Gold and Kohl' by kmary on AO3
'Cover for Odalisque' by moonblossom on AO3
Illustration from Part XX by deuxexmycroft
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
NSFW )

For belovedmuerto, who wanted kissing, Sherlock in his PJs, and John clothed or not, as it suited me (what did you THINK I was going to choose? ^_^) Reference photo: http://purehomosexualart.tumblr.com/post/34911271983/models-and-more-at-pure-homosexual-art-hombres
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: John Watson, the members of John's military unit
Rating: NC-17 (explicit m/m sex)
Tags and Warnings: slash, omegaverse, AU, worldbuilding, military uniforms (and the shredding thereof), rough sex, dubious consent (not on John's part), light bondage, public sex
Notes: This is about...oh, 70% consensual and non-problematic omegaverse. The scenario is somewhat complicated, but then when you're dealing with a military situation in which one of the people is stationed there specifically to give sex to the others, things are bound to get sticky. In more than one sense. Ahem.

Beta-props and my soul go to Aria, Dee-light, LapOtter, and HiddenLacuna.

Other stories in this series:
Serviceman
Pro Bono

This is what unit omegas are for. For all the training and conditioning Special Forces men receive, they're still human, and they take more physical and emotional punishment than most civilians can fathom. John’s here to give his alphas whatever they need to stay healthy and sane.



John's hanging back with Delta Team when a boom rattles the air from up ahead. He's barely hit the dirt when Captain Boyd's voice crackles over the comms and sets him scrambling back to his feet. “Man down! Get Doc up here now!”

It’s a 100 metre jog through scrub to Charlie Team’s position. There were hostiles in the area; they've been pretty well cleared out but John still keeps his head down, so he smells the problem before he sees it: burning dust, hot metal and blood, and the acrid scent of triggered explosives. He knows what he's going to see when he clears the brush, but the sight kicks him in the gut anyway: one of theirs, laid out under a tree about 15 metres away, his uniform dark with spreading gore. The smoke from the IED that wounded him is still clearing. A small one, obviously; an anti-personnel device, a booby trap laid with deliberate intent to maim rather than kill.

It’s Trowbridge; John recognizes him from his machine gun. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17 (explicit m/m sex)
Tags and Warnings: Omegaverse, explicit m/m sex, fluff, mild relationship angst, 100% consensual!, there's even explicit sex/relationship negotiation!
Notes: Sequel to Serviceman
Next in the series: Line of Duty
You can find the originating prompt here.

Sherlock's a bit of a dick about the omega thing, but then he's a bit of a dick about everything. Even so, John doesn't venture where he knows he's not wanted.




“Army omega,” Sherlock sneers, tone conveying his real meaning of ‘slut.’

John grins into it, all teeth and challenge. “My parents always told me to hold out for a job I loved.” As though he hasn’t heard everything people have to say about army omegas. They can go fuck themselves. He’s proud of his service.

Not that Sherlock actually buys into any of that rubbish. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: John Watsons, OMCs
Rating: R (m/m sex)
Tags and Warnings: Omegaverse, consensual omegaverse (and consequential potential disturbance of the space-time continuum), BAMF!omega!John, explicit discussion of sex, group sex, gratuitous world-building, Ask me about my headcanon!
Notes: 100% non-problematically consensual and non-angst-ridden omegaverse. Because I could. Yes, it was for a prompt. No, I don't know what's wrong with me.
Sequels: Pro Bono, Line of Duty

Don't you dare look down your nose at John Watson for his service. He's proud to be an army omega. You'll never know how good he has it.




It's a pretty good deal, really.

The majority of the time, John serves his unit as a doctor. He gets a lot of surprised comments about how good a doctor he is, to which John just rolls his eyes. He’s combated the stereotypes about omegas as dumb, flaky sex machines all his life. But an omega's nurturing instincts give him a great bedside manner, and the innate tendency of betas and alphas to find omegas soothing results in John's presence being very therapeutic for his patients. He's not above actively using that. He spends more time than most doctors sitting with his patients, talking to them, befriending them, and letting them bask in his scent. He suspects it has saved a number of lives; if not by speeding their initial recuperation, then by providing them with the support and morale to make it through the fight for recovery afterwards.

It’s made him a lot of friends, too. Many of his patients have stayed in touch. He hears from them a lot around Christmastime.

But then there is that minority of the time. )
prettyarbitrary: (Default)
Characters: Sherlock/John
Rating: NC-17 (explicit m/m sex)
Tags and Warnings: Orgasm denial, clothed sex (well, Sherlock anyway), body worship, light bondage, PWP
Notes: Originally posted here as a fill for this prompt.

He cloisters John with his own body, cocooning him in the groping fabric of clothing and bed sheets. Who can blame him for wanting to seal this man away from the world? Who wouldn’t want to keep this for himself? John, open and moaning and given up, is for Sherlock alone.




The gloves, Sherlock thinks, may be the best part. )
prettyarbitrary: (Default)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17 (explicit m/m sex)
Tags and Warnings: slash, smut, PWP, unfinished scrap that'll stay that way
Notes: This was originally supposed to be the sex scene from Stringplay, but it didn't work, so I yanked it and rewrote it. But I've got a habit of tucking things like that away in case they turn out to belong somewhere else, and then there was a kink meme prompt that just wanted "some porn please," so I posted this because who am I to turn down someone who asks so politely?

So here you go. Untitled stray lap sex.




NSFW all the way down. )

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