Im losing originality... so, send me ideas lol.

Story inspired by prompt above, taken from tumblr.

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So, before we start-and you dont have to read this- but i have a headcanon that tumblr exists in the Sherlock world. Its modern day, and they mention twitter (Sib), and also, Johns blog and Sherlocks, which you can actually go and read online! Plus, the '#' which is ment to use as trend for Teh, plus in Sib, if you read Irenes texts, she mentions BBC, which is breaking the fourth wall. So, i believe that tumblr is somewhere in the Sherlock world, waiting to be discovered... in which it is discovered in this oneshot, and who could it be by none other than my bakerstreet boys. Enjoy!

The internet seemed to do alot of things. Spread news around, and gossip, and then there was the social media, and just media.

Sherlock never really had a take in the internet other than his blog, and Johns-just to antagonize him. So when he saw it, he stared at the screen for a total of 10 minutes, blushing furiously, something he had never done before.

Dear Mr. Holmes.
   I think you need to see this: heres the link. Sorry mate, but some things happen.

link: http/:tumblr/user;shippingforever-tag:johnlock
                                    - Darwin Felch.

(I just made that adress up, so lols)

Sherlock blinked at the message, before sighing, and hilighting the adress, before clicking past and go.

And oh, he was not expecting this.

Good thing John isnt home.

So, here, Sherlock Holmes was sitting, baffled at what sat in front of him.

It was him and.. John?

Oh dear...

Sherlock bit his lip, trying to keep from the world toppling over him in a heap of mess, and began scrolling down the blue tumblr page, only to get more and more horrified.

What was all this...?

And the longer he sat, the worse it got, until he felt numb.

Ans then, after an hour, he looked away, taking a breath, and sitting up.

It was about a day until he went back onto the site, making sure John was gone. Sherlocks curiousity was getting to him, and sure he would get down to the bottom of this and 'politely' ask whomever was making these... pictures, to stop making them.

And then it got worse.

Stories. Actual stories.

Johnlock, eh? Hmm...

After an hour of scrolling from yesterday, he was use to the weirdness of it all, and now was comfortable with it a bit, but yet he seemed to still go on the website. He was.. indulging... himself in it.

And Sherlock clicked another link.

And when he finished reading, he clicked another.

The another.

Then another.

These stories dont even make any- they lack all matter and sense! I would never even say that, less kiss John.. in that way, anyways-and-and im not a virgin! And im not a baby-hey wait a sec, whos this ben.. bene... beneclicked cu.. cu.. cucumber?
And my thought process isnt like that-its way more compicated.

And then it got to more of the.. graphic readings...

I dont.. i dont.. i dont do that.. i.. i um.. fingers are.. inneficient, not that Johns fingers arent nice-what the hell Sherlock, what are you doing.. thats what i should be aaking myself in this story-why am i being penetrated- and i dont whimper! And Johns probably louder than me! And... im not... i dont... bottom.. i...

Who the hell wrote this shit?!

It was 2 am, and he was reading a story about John having gone missing, and Sherlock looking for him.

Well this is plain dumb, i would have found him by know. When are we gonna make out anyways, i dont understand.

And then he was reading a rather.. kinky one.

Military kink! I dont.. i dont have a military-oh.. this is interesting.

Did i seriously just call John Daddy, oh my fu-
... oh...

ew..

What the fuck, nononono, i dont...

Praise kink?!?!

I dont.. i dont have a praise kink, my cock is fine the way it is!

"Sherlock! Im home," Sherlock jumped, looking up to see John pull off his coat, and he quickly slammed the laptoo shut, and then began to notice a light swelling in hiw abdomen.

How have i gotten an erection from just reading porn!

....because its porn about you an John, much more interesting.

Sherlock swallowed lightly, and blushed as John stared at him in confusion.

"Are.. you okay, Sherlock?"

Nope,nopitynopenopenope,imnotokayJohnpls

"Fine," Sherlock said, looking away.

Johm nodded, before walking to the kitchen.

Sherlock breathed.

This.. tumblr site.. is going to have to be kept secret from John..

for now...

dundundun! I may make a pt 2 if i feel like it lols.