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monkeybardDown the Rabbit Hole
By MonkeyBard
Rating: R
Length: 221B
Universe: BBC-Sherlock
Genre: Slash
Summary: John’s reading RPF again.
Date: 17 July 2019
JWP #17: Going Gothic: Gothic novels/Romance – a popular source of entertainment! Incorporate this genre somehow into your work today, or even create your own bit of gothic fiction! Bonus point if you go extra cheesy.
A/N: See Meta-go-round for John’s previous foray into online fandom.
How had he let himself fall down that internet rabbit hole again? He’d seen things he could never unsee, read things he could never unread. Yet somehow he couldn’t look away.
John’s chest rose and fell, naked and pale as moonlight. His dreams were dark and erotic, and he squirmed in his sleep.
His writhing body, twisted in satin sheets, suited Sherlock perfectly. He swooped in on silent bat wings, transforming to human shape to land gently beside him. He trailed long, cool fingers along John’s bare skin eliciting a shiver of pleasure.
John’s eyes fluttered open and he was caught by Sherlock’s hungry, silver gaze. One hand stroking his erect, tumescent manhood, John reached other out to cup his lover’s cheek. “Feed,” he breathed. “Feast on me, my dark, beautiful lord.”
Sherlock smiled, predatory, lustful. He extended his fangs as John tilted his head to one side, offering himself.
“You’re muttering, John.” Sherlock looked up from his experiment for the first time in an hour. “It’s annoying.”
John shook himself. “Sorry. Got caught up in a truly terrible story.”
“Is there a reason I should care?”
“Remember when we found that real person fiction?”
That piqued Sherlock’s interest. “A surprisingly useful discovery that led to delightful experimentation.”
“Yeah. No such luck this time. No science here. It’s a Gothic bodice-ripper.”
By MonkeyBard
Rating: R
Length: 221B
Universe: BBC-Sherlock
Genre: Slash
Summary: John’s reading RPF again.
Date: 17 July 2019
JWP #17: Going Gothic: Gothic novels/Romance – a popular source of entertainment! Incorporate this genre somehow into your work today, or even create your own bit of gothic fiction! Bonus point if you go extra cheesy.
A/N: See Meta-go-round for John’s previous foray into online fandom.
How had he let himself fall down that internet rabbit hole again? He’d seen things he could never unsee, read things he could never unread. Yet somehow he couldn’t look away.
John’s chest rose and fell, naked and pale as moonlight. His dreams were dark and erotic, and he squirmed in his sleep.
His writhing body, twisted in satin sheets, suited Sherlock perfectly. He swooped in on silent bat wings, transforming to human shape to land gently beside him. He trailed long, cool fingers along John’s bare skin eliciting a shiver of pleasure.
John’s eyes fluttered open and he was caught by Sherlock’s hungry, silver gaze. One hand stroking his erect, tumescent manhood, John reached other out to cup his lover’s cheek. “Feed,” he breathed. “Feast on me, my dark, beautiful lord.”
Sherlock smiled, predatory, lustful. He extended his fangs as John tilted his head to one side, offering himself.
“You’re muttering, John.” Sherlock looked up from his experiment for the first time in an hour. “It’s annoying.”
John shook himself. “Sorry. Got caught up in a truly terrible story.”
“Is there a reason I should care?”
“Remember when we found that real person fiction?”
That piqued Sherlock’s interest. “A surprisingly useful discovery that led to delightful experimentation.”
“Yeah. No such luck this time. No science here. It’s a Gothic bodice-ripper.”
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