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Fic Rec: The Vow by velvet_mace
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ficklepig.livejournal.comTitle: The Vow [on sherlockbbc-fic | on author's LJ]
Author: velvet_mace
Pairing: Shub-Niggurath/Sherlock
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con.
Verse: BBC Sherlock/Lovecraft fusion
Author's Summary: Written for this prompt The reason Sherlock doesn't sleep much is that every time he goes to bed, this happens: http://malesubmissionart.com/post/20575
Reccer's comments: One of my favorite short fics from early prompt meme days, and not on AO3 as far as I can tell.
Sherlock is descended from the Old Ones, and Great-Grandmother wants him to procreate. He's vowed not to, which irritates her. Forcible tentacle incest ensues.
Velvet_mace has a way of keeping up the tension with little twists and foreboding dialogue. This fic makes great use of both Lovecraft and the prompt art, and is delightfully dirty.
(Thanks to the Sherlock rant meme for hunting this down - you're all cocks to me.)
Author: velvet_mace
Pairing: Shub-Niggurath/Sherlock
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con.
Verse: BBC Sherlock/Lovecraft fusion
Author's Summary: Written for this prompt The reason Sherlock doesn't sleep much is that every time he goes to bed, this happens: http://malesubmissionart.com/post/20575
Reccer's comments: One of my favorite short fics from early prompt meme days, and not on AO3 as far as I can tell.
Sherlock is descended from the Old Ones, and Great-Grandmother wants him to procreate. He's vowed not to, which irritates her. Forcible tentacle incest ensues.
I've been indulgent, because you and your brother have always been my favourites... but no more. If you won't serve me willingly, you will be made to serve.
“No!” Sherlock cried out, but before the word was half out of his mouth, a tentacle, slimy and fat and covered with small pebbled scales, plugged his mouth. He recoiled back, drawing his tongue protectively deep in his mouth and away from it. Then the flavour hit him. Far from being fetid or foul, as he expected, it was sweet and savoury, hideously delicious. Nourishing.
Velvet_mace has a way of keeping up the tension with little twists and foreboding dialogue. This fic makes great use of both Lovecraft and the prompt art, and is delightfully dirty.
(Thanks to the Sherlock rant meme for hunting this down - you're all cocks to me.)
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