Fic rec: Cross-wired
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221b_recsTitle: Cross-wired
Author: PrettyArbitrary
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 7,168 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: extreme violence
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John reads Sherlock's diary. It turns out that this is not his first mistake.
Reccer's comments: This is twisty and gorgeous and richly disturbing, a dark fantasy played out in the intellectual light of credible psychology.
When John finds a diary detailing the graphic tortures Sherlock would like to inflict on him, he’s freaked out… mostly. Except for the part of him that’s insanely turned on. He can’t get it out of his mind, and reads more, and matters go on from there.
Most people with a BDSM kink occasionally experience a moment of self-doubt along the lines of ‘Oh fuck, maybe the bit of me that wants this is kind of broken… but WANT anyway!’ and while John’s longings in this fic are particularly extreme, they are used to explore that feeling, and how you live with it, to the full.
Probably my very biggest kink is for having John and Sherlock both be utterly weird beyond any conventional boundaries, and yet somehow form a loving relationship that works for them. Skulls and flowery hearts should decorate this fic.
John put the notebook down on the sitting room table, closed his eyes and breathed. Hard.
I want his mind.
Bound, gagged, blindfolded. God, it would be so exposed. Eyes, ears, mouth—as senses, they were contained. They could be directed, shut off. Skin was everywhere. He could be touched anywhere, in any way, and he couldn’t... Stop thinking about it.
Sherlock owning him. He’d never even imagined someone getting inside him that way. It made him queasy, but at least the nausea was a sane response to this. He wrapped his arms around his middle, wishing desperately that he could force that unwelcome roil of lust into submission.
Captivity, pain, control, torture—that threat-adrenaline rush was still fucking with his arousal response, but amid all that, the thought of Sherlock’s attention was frying his brain. Having his whole world hanging on a single touch, his body betraying him to let Sherlock seep into his mind... Stop thinking about it.
I want his mind. John squirmed, and tried not to wonder what having Sherlock in his mind would be like.
Author: PrettyArbitrary
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 7,168 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: extreme violence
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John reads Sherlock's diary. It turns out that this is not his first mistake.
Reccer's comments: This is twisty and gorgeous and richly disturbing, a dark fantasy played out in the intellectual light of credible psychology.
When John finds a diary detailing the graphic tortures Sherlock would like to inflict on him, he’s freaked out… mostly. Except for the part of him that’s insanely turned on. He can’t get it out of his mind, and reads more, and matters go on from there.
Most people with a BDSM kink occasionally experience a moment of self-doubt along the lines of ‘Oh fuck, maybe the bit of me that wants this is kind of broken… but WANT anyway!’ and while John’s longings in this fic are particularly extreme, they are used to explore that feeling, and how you live with it, to the full.
Probably my very biggest kink is for having John and Sherlock both be utterly weird beyond any conventional boundaries, and yet somehow form a loving relationship that works for them. Skulls and flowery hearts should decorate this fic.
John put the notebook down on the sitting room table, closed his eyes and breathed. Hard.
I want his mind.
Bound, gagged, blindfolded. God, it would be so exposed. Eyes, ears, mouth—as senses, they were contained. They could be directed, shut off. Skin was everywhere. He could be touched anywhere, in any way, and he couldn’t... Stop thinking about it.
Sherlock owning him. He’d never even imagined someone getting inside him that way. It made him queasy, but at least the nausea was a sane response to this. He wrapped his arms around his middle, wishing desperately that he could force that unwelcome roil of lust into submission.
Captivity, pain, control, torture—that threat-adrenaline rush was still fucking with his arousal response, but amid all that, the thought of Sherlock’s attention was frying his brain. Having his whole world hanging on a single touch, his body betraying him to let Sherlock seep into his mind... Stop thinking about it.
I want his mind. John squirmed, and tried not to wonder what having Sherlock in his mind would be like.
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