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lokis-army-at-221b:

John walking in wearing his old uniform bein like “it doesn’t fit like it used to” and Sherlock being like

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naughtywatson:

Teen!Sherlock and Teen!John going to a carnival together and John wins Sherlock a stuffed bee and they get cotton candy and it makes Sherlocks lips all pink and sweet and John has to remind himself to /not kiss his best friend/ and they go on the Ferris wheel and they are up at the top and can see all the stars and John notices how Sherlocks eyes are just like and it’s that moment when John thinks “screw it” and kisses Sherlocks cotton candied lips

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taikova:

john comes back to baker street with a confession, sherlock can’t quite believe it.

taikova:

john comes back to baker street with a confession, sherlock can’t quite believe it.

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blackstarjp:

- Sherlock won’t end like Sex and the City - but how will it end?

- Martin Freeman Teases ‘Fantastic And Mouth Watering Idea’ For New Series Of Sherlock(

Martin Freeman is on @chattyman this Friday @channel4 10pm! 

Can’t wait!

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atlinmerrick:

Bondage
They tried it with handcuffs.
Once.
Of all the things they do, have done, will do, the only thing both seem disinclined to is bondage.
Not that they haven’t tried.
Before the handcuffs there was one of Sherlock’s belts, playfully wrapped round John’s wrists. Sherlock didn’t like it even as he did it, John didn’t care so long as Sherlock’s fingers went…oh god yes.
After the belt but before the cuffs there was that thing with the pillow case, but Sherlock’s arms were too long, and John kept asking if blood was reaching his fingers and everyone lost their erection and to hell with it, never mind.
Then Sherlock pickpocketed Lestrade’s handcuffs that one night and maybe third time’s the charm and the thing was they wanted it to be and that was why they kept trying but they weren’t getting it right and—
"It’s okay, love."
Sherlock mashed his face into the pillow as if his softening cock was John’s fault. “Give me my phone.”
John reached for the mobile, was about to…he dropped the damned device onto the bed and instead pushed his face under Sherlock’s arm and licked.
"Stop it," said the aggrieved man, "I’m not in the mood." But he lifted his arm a little and huffed out a quick breath.
John huffed back and licked some more. He kept at it, slowly, methodically, his breath hot and wet, hot and wet, until Sherlock was hot and the mattress he eventually humped to completion was wet.
Well bondage might not be their thing, but apparently armpits were.
It goes without saying that for the next few weeks a whole festival of tongues, toes, and cocks found their way in there.
They were good weeks.
Previous: Sometimes They Hurry | Next: John Hides Them
Don’t you love it when artwork tells a story? Apparently Urbanbloodlust’s elegant art told this silly-sweet one to me.

atlinmerrick:

Bondage

They tried it with handcuffs.

Once.

Of all the things they do, have done, will do, the only thing both seem disinclined to is bondage.

Not that they haven’t tried.

Before the handcuffs there was one of Sherlock’s belts, playfully wrapped round John’s wrists. Sherlock didn’t like it even as he did it, John didn’t care so long as Sherlock’s fingers went…oh god yes.

After the belt but before the cuffs there was that thing with the pillow case, but Sherlock’s arms were too long, and John kept asking if blood was reaching his fingers and everyone lost their erection and to hell with it, never mind.

Then Sherlock pickpocketed Lestrade’s handcuffs that one night and maybe third time’s the charm and the thing was they wanted it to be and that was why they kept trying but they weren’t getting it right and—

"It’s okay, love."

Sherlock mashed his face into the pillow as if his softening cock was John’s fault. “Give me my phone.”

John reached for the mobile, was about to…he dropped the damned device onto the bed and instead pushed his face under Sherlock’s arm and licked.

"Stop it," said the aggrieved man, "I’m not in the mood." But he lifted his arm a little and huffed out a quick breath.

John huffed back and licked some more. He kept at it, slowly, methodically, his breath hot and wet, hot and wet, until Sherlock was hot and the mattress he eventually humped to completion was wet.

Well bondage might not be their thing, but apparently armpits were.

It goes without saying that for the next few weeks a whole festival of tongues, toes, and cocks found their way in there.

They were good weeks.

Previous: Sometimes They Hurry | Next: John Hides Them

Don’t you love it when artwork tells a story? Apparently Urbanbloodlust’s elegant art told this silly-sweet one to me.

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madlori:

John : You realize this is a tiny bit embarrassing?
Sherlock : Then come home now.

Well played, gif maker. Well played.
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kvothetheraving:

lycanthrope? no you misheard me. i’m a lichenthrope. i turn into moss at the full moon

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urdchama:

I am nursing a cold, and a Jean/Marco Bad Boys AU. -_- 
Irate Jean is the best Jean, of course.

urdchama:

I am nursing a cold, and a Jean/Marco Bad Boys AU. -_- 

Irate Jean is the best Jean, of course.

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beddyburc:

Just give me what I want.
BBC Sherlock AU - II [The Other One] [X]
↳"I won't be locked away, rotting in a cell 
while you two have your way with the world 
as you always wanted."

Sherlock's twin brother (a.k.a. the other one) gets caught by the government. After very long inquisitions and private interviews, his brothers decide to keep him under supervision in a governmental institution.

He wakes up nearly 300 years later... 

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