The Breaking 1/?
anonymous
November 23 2011, 04:36:16 UTC
Everything came in flashes of red- John didn't feel like he was really seeing what he was seeing. It was almost candid- as if he were an outsider watching the whole scene play out. John knew he had punched Sherlock, square in the stomach; John knew he had brought back his leg as his companion staggered downwards, gasping and clutching his abdomen , and aimed a kick at his unprotected skull. John knew, that as soon as Sherlock collided with the carpeted floor, he lifted his booted foot and stomped and stomped and stomped.
John knew he had done all of these things.
And still...
It didn't feel real- it was him who did those things, but at the same time it wasn't. It was a twisted creature that lived within him, always had, that had been fed by day after day after day of lust and malice. Ghastly in nature was this beast, this second side of John. In a way, it scared him; he hadn't felt this monster arise from the depths of his psyche since Afghanistan.
But, it also excited him, thrilled him. John craved the adrenaline- no, he needed
( ... )
The Breaking 2/?
anonymous
November 26 2011, 04:14:36 UTC
John rose from his stooped position, leaving Sherlock half crouched on his hands and knees, holding his head wound gingerly, his eyes still trained cautiously on the doctor. John met his gaze, cocking his head to the side and allowing himself to emit a cruel chuckle
( ... )
Mini-mini-fillhoopermollyNovember 25 2011, 13:21:10 UTC
Sorry it's so very short but fem!lock and joan started yelling at me as soon as I saw the prompt.
You’ll never know just how good you look, lying there with sweat beading on your stomach, breasts heaving as you struggle to take a breath. You’ll never know how good it feels to have your throat beneath my fingers, squeezing until red threatens to turn to purple and blue. You’ll never know how good it feels to hear you cry out as I bite at the tender flesh of your inner thigh. But I know that you know what it does to me as you lie there, whimpering in anticipation as I stand over you, waiting to feel the stinging kiss of my riding crop. I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.
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no guarantee it will be good or even complete.
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Seconded!
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John knew he had done all of these things.
And still...
It didn't feel real- it was him who did those things, but at the same time it wasn't. It was a twisted creature that lived within him, always had, that had been fed by day after day after day of lust and malice. Ghastly in nature was this beast, this second side of John. In a way, it scared him; he hadn't felt this monster arise from the depths of his psyche since Afghanistan.
But, it also excited him, thrilled him. John craved the adrenaline- no, he needed ( ... )
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I CAN'T
PLEASE CONTINUE
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Oh but he is, Sherlock.
This is deliciously dark, anon. I hope you continue.
Love,
The OP
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You’ll never know just how good you look, lying there with sweat beading on your stomach, breasts heaving as you struggle to take a breath.
You’ll never know how good it feels to have your throat beneath my fingers, squeezing until red threatens to turn to purple and blue.
You’ll never know how good it feels to hear you cry out as I bite at the tender flesh of your inner thigh.
But I know that you know what it does to me as you lie there, whimpering in anticipation as I stand over you, waiting to feel the stinging kiss of my riding crop.
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.
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