#SHERLOOOCK

[tsuixkeli]

sherlock holmes in a corset

[fairykibum]

OH IM CURIOUS YEAH 

[granills]

[5typesoftrash]

(terribly sorry for the inconvenience the first time) Sheriarty + "The Night is Young"

No sweat, Dovah! Don’t worry about it.

I had some serious block with this (I’m bad at writing Sheriarty, and Sherlock fic in general) so this is only 150 words instead of 500. Please don’t hate me...

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Jim barely looks up when Sherlock slides a beer down the bar to him. He pops it open and takes a long swig. “What are you doing here, Sherlooock?” he asks when he sets it back down.

Sherlock shrugs. “I’m drinking, Moriarty, what does it look like?”

“And why would you buy me a beer?”

Sherlock fixes the Scot with an even stare. “Perhaps I’m buttering you up.”

Jim really laughs at that. “Buttering me up? Whatever on earth for?”

Sherlock shrugs again, far too casual for Jim’s liking. “Any number of things.”

“I don’t think you’ll get sex, if that’s what you’re seeking,” Jim tells him preemptively. Of course he’s always been fascinated with Sharlock Holmes, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to make it easy.

Sherlock leans in close and his breath ghosts across Jim’s ear when he speaks. “You never know, James. The night is still young.”

[lezzierateur]

I can’t believe it took me this long to realize that the reason why Sherlock looked so emotional while watching Wato-san talk about moving on after the death of a loved one is because that’s something that Sherlock has deeply experienced firsthand and Wato-san probably spoke to something deep within her even though the message wasn’t directly intended for her. Sherlooock deeear.

So she sher-locked her emotions after those deaths and now Wato-san is going to be the key so she could start trusting her more emotional side again ahuhuhu. Kento couldn’t do it (even though he’s an awesome bro). Mrs. H couldn’t do it. Nobody could, but here comes Wato-san crashing at Sherlock’s apartment and right into her heart...

And I wonder how Sherlock’s going to treat Wato-san when Wato-san’s PTSD symptoms kick in (unless Wato-san keeps it a secret).

They’re like two perfect opposites who also perfectly complete each other ahuhu I love them both so much.

[sherlocksbuttonup]

Wordless

A/N: Inspired by the Morse code post by @tea-and-gingernuts

Sherlooock, it’s too early to- John’s eyes flew open, the grogginess that enveloped his body gone out the window at the familiar tender touch and presence of the consulting detective. He didn’t have to turn to know the gorgeous man had him in his arms, back pressed against a firm chest and an arm locked around him to lay a hand lightly on his stomach.

But the fact that he was spooning him, and ‘dear god his legs tangled with mine’ wasn’t the factor that made him feel chills run down his back, hair standing on edge and a shaky breathing expanding and contracting his chest. Neither the tender caresses that trailed down his sides almost too smoothly and barely there, as though he was afraid of breaking him with the slightest of touch, or probably because he didn’t want to interrupt the blogger’s deep sleep.

It was the small pecks that were planted on his shoulder, neck and sometimes jaw that were almost random. Fixating on a specific spot, pressing his lips on skin and wandering off about to another area, repeating the process once again. Over and over.

John had almost shut his eyes, being lulled by the affectionate actions Sherlock not dared to show anyone else than John. But there was something nagging at the back of his mind, almost as if clueing him that it wasn’t just another session of gentle affection Sherlock would always go on about every morning, hours before John woke up. He was up to something, and it wasn’t until he paid closer attention to realize what the man was doing.

Christ he is doing bloody Morse code.

Only Sherlock would do such thing as having learned how to do Morse code, knowing really well that John had the opportunity to hear about his never ending love through movements that seemed so random and yet communicated such a beautiful message without anyone knowing. His detective was a bloody genius, one that was still reluctant to showcase his love directly but still managing to get the message sent very clear.

‘..’

Those two short pecks made John’s mind go blank as he fixed his attention on them, realizing that every time a message ended, there was a long pause before he proceeded with a new one. And this was no different, Sherlock had started with a simple letter.

‘i’

His small smile had broadened at the brief and long timing the pecks transmitted, writing a message that was only for John to read, specifically in the space between his neck and jaw. He knew that Sherlock was aware of his state of consciousness as the barely felt pecks transformed into kisses, both of their heavy breathing the only sound filling their shared room.

.. / -.-  -.  ---  .-- / -.--  ---  ..- / .-  .-.  . / .-  .--  .-  -.-  . / .---  ---  ....  -.

His mind quickly worked to uncode the message, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the finished message.

‘I know you are awake John.’

He soon shifted in the warm spot that had been made from their body heat, shuffling until he was facing a wide awake Sherlock, hair untamed and adorably sticking out in odd directions, calculating eyes gazing into his with hidden adoration, and god, those cupid bow lips that always looked so damn kissable.

None of them said a word, knowing that the messaging was still not over, and it was vital for them to keep quiet to transmit it successfully. John snaked his arms around the male’s neck, pressing himself closer -as much as he could- and hovering over his cheek before making contact with his own lips.

-.--  ---  ..- / --.  .  -.  ..  ..-  ... / -...  .-  …  -  .-  .-.  -..

‘You genius bastard’

He didn’t miss the smile that tugged at Sherlock’s lips as understanding flashed across his eyes before a playful smirk splayed over, craning his neck to lean in for his turn. This time he chose John’s hand, holding it on his own as he started pressing the kisses over his palm, eyes remaining locked with his almost daringly.

.. / -.-  -.  ---  .-- / -.--  ---  ..- / .-..  ---  ...-  . / ..  -

‘I know you love it’

Groaning. Watson almost groaned at how right the man was about everything. The mattress creaked under their weight as John had claimed his place on Sherlock’s lap, legs targeting the man’s legs so they held him in place, thighs pressing together over the silent wording of the couple.

The detective’s eyes had shut tightly as his head fell back with a small echo from the headboard, concentrating stiffly on the rustling that reached his ears and the sensation of John’s warm hands as they worked on the buttons of his shirt, popping them open swiftly and revealing the pallid smooth chest of the taller male. He couldn’t help but take a moment to press his palms on cool skin and listen to the pleading reverberate of his mind to press his lips to the male’s chest and speak to Sherlock.

It was astounding how sensitive Sherlock was, squirming under John’s loving kisses and firm hands grasping at John’s arms, the rapid beating of the detective’s heart and his heavy breathing telling him to not stop. ‘Dear god never stop.’ He could almost listen to the words that remained unspoken at Sherlock’s parted lips.

--  -.-- / …  ....  .  .-.  .-..  ---  -.-.  -.-

‘My Sherlock…’

It was clear his message had gotten to him, Holmes pulling him impossibly closer and letting the blogger roam his hands over his body, lightly tilting John’s head to the side and aiming for the area right below his earlobe. He didn’t know if it was the warmth of the sun’s rays, or it was the effect the close proximity they had that was making the army doctor flush and oh so warm.

And then cupid bow lips connected with his skin.

.---  ---  ....  -.

‘John…’

John managed to nod silently, watching as the detective’s hand caressed his cheek compliant, accepting the pertaining silence for him to continue. John focused on Sherlock’s vibrant eyes, breathing shakily and with anticipation as his lover moved to his jaw, planting two swift kisses before freezing.

‘..’

‘i…’

John’s mouth opened to speak, but he went silent at the Holmes’ light tilt of his head, teeth burrowing in his lower lip as he casted a meaningful gaze towards Watson. None of them moved at all, allowing Sherlock to gain courage to finally say those three words, those words that would lead to following years of a happy marriage of two men that solved crimes together. Two against the world. Nothing stopping them at all.

And if it weren’t for John’s candid and loving smile, he wouldn’t be right where the both of them were, Sherlock sitting back against the headboard with a flustered John on his lap, sending each other messages with a code that meant nothing and so much at the same time.

He then made his mind up and quickly started to press gentle kisses on John’s chin, traveling upwards and coming to approximation with the blogger’s mouth, ending the word right on the corner of those welcoming plump lips.

.-..  ---  ...-  .

‘Love’

He had said it. He was one word away to trust his emotions on John, to tell him that he would love him till the end of their days. That he vowed to protect him, be that friend and lover that would care for him like no one else would. That even when bad days came around, his love still wouldn’t be clouded by his anger, sadness, fear… That no matter how much people called him an emotionless bastard, his mind would never change from that simple yet powerful sentence.

‘He. Loves. John Watson.’

And as he kissed the letter ‘y’ and the ‘o’, they moved in at the same time, mouths pressing together in a chaste and breathless kiss, both of their hot breaths intermingling together as the room’s temperature skyrocketed. Heart beats thumped together, Sherlock’s hands having grasped John’s arse to pull him in for skin on skin contact, chests pressed and heaving to keep up with the exertion of the kiss. It wasn’t necessarily a sexual action, more like a strenuous need to have as much contact as they could, letting both of them realize that all of that was indeed very real, and it wasn’t just a cruel fantasy their minds were creating.

Sherlock didn’t need to kiss out the last letter for the message to transmit clearly, letting it get lost over the wordless conversation both men had minutes before they got lost in each other’s embrace.

Tagged as requested:

@satan-in-a-tea-cup , @fleurdelisandbees , @221bdramaqueen

[cassandrabeckett]

Then there was the whole “SHERLOOOCK” “AND WATSOOOOON” ordeal

Poor Virge

Logan screamed so loud that Virgil snapped next to his own left ear to double check that he could still hear out of it.

Standing right in between Logan and Roman must be pretty rough on his ears in general.

[earlgreytea68]

I know you’re now up to your neck in “Inception” and your “Hipster My Fair Lady or maybe Emma we’re still not sure about that also what is plot lolololol” project, but I consider periodically yelling “SHERLOOOCK! OLIVEEER!” at you to be one of my jobs in life (because hope springs eternal) so bear with me. :D

http://hobbitunderthemountain.tumblr.com/post/27381071997/parentlock-scribbles-story-time

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I am never going to complain about this when you send me such GORGEOUS ART, that was so beautiful!

(Also, that’s the best description of that project ever, lolololololol)

[theholycakehole]

Hounds of Baskerville (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Request: Can you please do 29 and 46 w/ Philip Hamilton? Your writing is amazing ❤️

Word count: 785

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: fluff?, maybe sherlock spoilers?

Note: Requests are still open and I am still working at them! Prompt list is here if you would like to leave a couple numbers that would be perfect! Hope it’s alright!!

I plopped down on the couch in my dorm living room as I turned on the television. I looked up as Philip walked in from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn. I searched through Netflix before turning on Sherlock. We were in the middle of the second series and we were loving it. I curled up into Philip as he pressed play. I let out a small laugh with jokes along with Philip. His chest vibrated slightly as he chuckled with small jokes which came from Benedict Cumberbatch. Hounds of Baskerville was one of my favourite books and the copy I owned was my mothers. As the episode finished I curled deeper into Philip while Mycroft revealed a confined Moriarty. I fidgeted excitedly as Moriarty was my favourite character. A smile formed on my face as the episode came to a close.

“One more?” I asked as I reached for the remote. 

“No, no. You have a lecture tomorrow.” Philip took the remote before I could grab it. 

“But one more won’t hurt.” I tried to reach for it.

“Yes it will, these episodes are an hour and a half long.” He looked over to the clock. “It is already after eleven.” 

“So?” I asked. I reached forward trying to grab the remote but Philip had me on my back with him straddling me. “Can I please have the remote.” 

“No.” He smirked. I sighed in frustration. 

“But Sherlooock.” I impersonated Ms. Hudson’s tone. He let out a chuckle.

“Please?” He only shook his head and I pouted in defeat.

“Do you want to kiss as much as I do right now?” Philip asked me.

“Since when do I not?” I asked with a small smile on my lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved together in sync before he pulled away.

“Come on. Let’s get ready for bed.” He pressed his lips to mine once more.

“But I don’t want to.” I grumbled like a little kid. “Kiss me again and maybe I’ll go?” I tried to bargain. He only stood up and picked me up, walking us back to my room. He set me down as we walked over to the dresser. He pulled open the one drawer grabbed his pyjama bottoms and I grabbed my shirt and shorts. He walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I turned my back to the door and changed in the room before ditching my old clothes in the hamper.

“Hey babe.” I looked over to see a shirtless Philip with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“Hey.” I smiled. “My turn?” I asked. He nodded as I walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I twisted my hair into a messy bun. I removed my makeup and washed my face before taking out my contacts and putting on my glasses. I brushed my teeth as Philip spat out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my torso as he watched me through the mirror. He pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder as I spat out my toothpaste and stood back up.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?” Philip asked me.

“We’re dating, smart ass.” I smiled as I turned around in his arms and pressed a loving kiss to his lips.

“This is my favourite part of the night.” He stated in between kisses.

“Why?” I asked, pulling away just enough so we could talk.

“Because I see how beautiful you are without makeup. You look damn fine with and without. But it’s nice to see you comfortable.” He smiled. I flushed a red colour in my cheeks while he pressed a kiss to my lips once more.

“I love you.” I muttered against his lips.
“I love you too.” He spoke before pulling away. We walked back down the hall before entering my room. We crawled into bed and he pulled me up to his chest, holding me against him.

The next morning I woke up and curled my knees up to my chest as I left cold. I turned around to see Philip was no longer there. I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around myself. I walked out into the kitchen where I smelled a fresh pot of coffee brewing.

“Good morning.” I smiled as he turned around. He tried to pull me in for a kiss.

“No.” I whined. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” 

“Like I care.” He laughed as he pressed his lips to mine. “Coffee?” He asked me as he pulled away.

“Always.” I smiled with a nod.

[lebonah]

CABÔ SHERLOOOCK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[butterfliesinwonderland]

TOMORROOOOW SHERLOOOCK MY DEAAATH

[yellow-moonshadow21]

I actually could not have imagined a better episode if I tried, words escape me. They knew we excepted the bloody worst tragedy ever so they gave it to us and then they fucking plot twist and BOOM everything thing is alright but it wasn't in a bad way it was in a brilliant bloody amazing way and MARY IS ALIVE. THE BABY IS ALIVE, SHE'S A CRIMINAL BUT FUCK IT AT THIS POINT WHO ISN'T AND JOHN, NO ONE WE LOVED DIED THEY LITERALLY REACHED BACK INTO FUCKING TIME TO REVIVE A CHARACTER WE LOVE WITH A TWISTED HORRIBLE KIND OF LOVE AND THEY WE'RE LIKE CLOSE ENOUGH TO LOVE HERE HAVE HIM TOO. AND THE =ENDLESS JOHNLOCK GIFS IN THIS BLOODY EPISODE. AND JOHN IS SHERLOCKS PRESSURE POINT. DOES ANYONE ELSE NEED THE HIATUS TO FUCKING HANDLE ALL OF THIS SHIT BECAUSE DAMN, THAT WAS, I CAN'T FUNCTION, I PERFECT BLOODY PERFECT AND SERIES 3 YOU WERE THE BEST THANK YOU SWEET DEITIES IN THE SKY BECAUSE THE EAST WIND IS COMING. 

[arazmis]

[INCOHERENT SCREAMING]

[mazhang]

omg that was the best hour and a half of television I've ever seen

[consultinginternetlover]

I KNEW HE CALLED LESTRADE FOR SOMETHING STUPID LIKE THAT

[momonyaro]

less than 30 mins till sherlock i'm so excited