#bottom sherlock

[eggcompany]

So Smart, Those Boys Part 1

Sherlock Holmes. Weirdo of the college. Thin, pale, and queerer than hell. He wears skirts, is addicted to crime TV, and is the smartest person anyone knows. Only eighteen years old and in his third year of college classes. Everyday he bounces around school in his beat to hell converse and button downs and flies through classes. He reads textbooks for fun and he’s rude. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, he’s said so himself. He’s turned down every party offer and confessions of crushes he’s ever gotten. Sherlock Holmes is a fucking weirdo who doesn’t even fuck. A loser. A rich brilliant pompous loser. Then there’s John. John Watson. Med student, Vice President of pep club, and the only person who’s ever caught Sherlock’s eye. From the first day, Sherlock made it a mission to plant himself nicely on whatever is in John Watson's trousers.

Sherlock Holmes. Weirdo of the college. Thin, pale, and queerer than hell. He wears skirts, is addicted to crime TV, and is the smartest person anyone knows. Only eighteen years old and in his third year of college classes. 

Everyday he bounces around school in his beat to hell converse and button downs and flies through classes. He reads textbooks for fun and he’s rude. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, he’s said so himself. He’s turned down every party offer and confessions of crushes he’s ever gotten. Sherlock Holmes is a fucking weirdo who doesn’t even fuck. A loser. A rich brilliant pompous loser. 

Then there’s John. John Watson. Med student, Vice President of pep club, and the only person who’s ever caught Sherlock’s eye. The short light haired man was in one of Sherlock’s anatomy classes. It’s actually the only class he’s attended for a full year, both semesters. 

Sherlock had come in to get his final exam on the second week and he had spotted him. Strong build, cute face, but what really caught Sherlock was his hands. They were by no means big but they looked so... strong. Sherlock had told the professor to ‘ never mind ’ and made his way to the other boy. 

John was in the middle of talking to some girl. Molly might have been her name. Sherlock had tried to swing his hips a bit and bounce a little bit more in his mid length skirt. He had picked out his plain black skirt and a purple tight button up. 

John had looked at him and stopped talking. 

This... person. This person looked amazing. Amazing in a model kind of way. A natural kind of sculpture way.  Tall, slim, high cheekbones, trim waist, curly short hair, and breathtaking eyes. Blue and crystal like diamonds or rain droplets. His eyes caught on the way the bottom of the skirt bounced up slightly with each step they took, revealing just a sliver of porcelain skin above the high tops and plain grey crew socks. 

Molly also looked but then sighed. She rolled her eyes and made a fake smile. 

“Hi Sherlock. What are you doing here? Taking your final?” Molly asked and John looked confused for a moment. Sherlock gave Molly a face. A Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking bitch kind of stink face. Molly Hooper. He had rejected her multiple times before she finally got the hint. Now she isn’t his biggest fan. 

“No Molly, I'm here to take the class actually.” Sherlock said and then stepped up to John. Sherlock smiled and looked down at him. He tried to make his heart stop thumping against his chest but that attempt was failing. 

John was even better to see up close. A good specimen of a human male. Clean hair, washed face, focused eyes, clean ears, close shaven and smooth skin. The few flaws he saw made him even more attracted. Razor burn under his jaw, slight bags under his eyes, not so neat hair, chapped lips. Sherlock had to force himself not to sigh at the sight. 

“Hi.” Sherlock said in an almost strained voice.

John blushed and bit and then smiled and tried his best to keep his eyes on the other person’s but... wow nice body. Lanky and thin yet so… something. Something John couldn’t put his finger on. 

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you. I’m John Watson.” John said and stuck out his hand, shaking himself out of his study of the other. Sherlock smiled and bit his bottom lip looking down at the extended hand. He gently shook it, he didn’t shake many people’s hands. He didn’t touch many people. 

When his hand met John’s he made three observations. One being that John had very warm hands. Warm and calluses and not sweaty but so lovely warm. The second being that John Watson must type very fast and must do many things with his hands because they’re quite muscular. Almost oddly muscular for hands. Thick and strong and warm hands that Sherlock hands to touch more. He made one more observation as he pulled his hand away. John Watson either hates him, wants to have sex with him, or is scared of him. His heartbeat quickened a noticeable amount in the short few seconds their hands were together. 

“It’s really nice to meet you John. Where’re you going to sit? Maybe we can sit together? I’m Sherlock by the way...” Sherlock said and looked around. He couldn’t deny that his heartbeat was also elevated. John Watson was… attractive. Sure Sherlock knew John was good looking by society’s standards but he’d never thought he’d be truly attracted to someone’s looks. And He was very attracted to John’s good looks and strong stature. 

 Molly was kind of glaring at him but she turned and walked off. Wonderful. Alone time with John. Well… alone kind of. 

John nodded and looked over at where he was going to sit with a few other pep club members but he decided against it. 

“Um, over there. I… just haven’t put my stuff down yet.” He said as he confidently walked over to a seat in the back  corner at one of the many blue two person tables. Sherlock happily followed him, smile wide on his face. 

“I love sitting in the back, it makes me more comfortable in the summer.” Sherlock said and slid in the seat next to John, who looked at him curiously. 

Sherlock put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his upturned palms. He let his eyes settle on a straying blonde hair that was sticking to the other’s forehead. He likes looking at John. Easy on the eyes most people would say. Sherlock rather thought that John was perfectly asymmetrical. He’d like to see his body without his sweater. Or shirt. Or pant- I need to see him without his pants. Sherlock thought and felt his face heat up. 

“Why? Are the fans back here?” John said and looked up at the ceiling confused about his comment. Sherlock giggled a bit and smiled. It shook him from his… not so modest thoughts. But not too shaken. No… not shaken enough. 

“No~ I always feel like the professors are looking up my skirts. And ya know getting stared at when people give presentations. I’d much rather sit back here and be able to sit comfortably.” Sherlock explained and spread his legs out so his knee was touching John’s. He was smiling softly. He could feel the heat radiating from John’s leg even through the thick fabric of his skirt and the denim of John’s jeans.  John blushed and looked to the side, his mind was whirling around a bit. 

“Oh... well I suppose that does help. Uh do you mind me asking um well ya know um...” John struggled; he wanted to ask what Sherlock identified as but he didn’t want to say it wrong. John was already caught in his grasp but he didn’t want to offend him. Honestly John was just hoping Sherlock wasn’t just teasing. Sure John had had quite a few girlfriends while he was attending uni but… Sherlock had an air about them something… weirdly compelling. Oddly attractive. Magnetic and almost addictive. Weird and John loves it. 

Sherlock smiled and let out a small breath of air from his nose before answering. 

“Oh John, you’re so cute. I’m a man, I just like to be comfortable. Honestly if I hated myself anymore I believe I would simply melt. Dressing... a certain way makes me happy. But if you were wondering, I am a cis man.” Sherlock said and watched John nod. John wasn’t gay. Not completely. He just wasn’t straight. Not gay. Not straight. 

John tried to look Sherlock up and down in a bit of a not obvious way but failed. He couldn’t help but look from his knobby ankles to where his skirt hugged his waist to where the buttons on his shirt pulled tight over his thin chest to his eyes. God those eyes. Piercing and knowing. Like Sherlock knew exactly what he was thinking. 

Sherlock smirked and reached out with one hand to trace down John’s bicep with one finger. Causing John’s eyes to go big and surprise. He held still though, keeping still and staring at the other pers-man. The other man. 

“You know John, you’re quite handsome. Oh~ strong too.” Sherlock said and used his fingers to press into the thick muscle that was hidden beneath the other boy’s cream colored sweater. He just wanted to get a sense of what was hiding under the winter clothes. It only made his heart beat pick up even more and make him more intrigued. He just needed to know what John looked like under all his clothes, what he looked like in just his skin. 

 John blushed and coughed into his hand. Finally pulling away from the gentle examination. 

“Thank uh Thank you.” John said and looked awkwardly away from Sherlock. 

‘ Does he not like me? Maybe he’s just straight. Ugh I thought he was bi. I mean he cuffs his jeans... that could be because he’s so short. Is that a stereotype? I’m a stereotype. I shouldn’t judge him on what he wears. Maybe I’m just not his type. ‘M never anyone I like’s type.. .’ went through Sherlock’s mind. He’s not really ever liked that many people but even the few he has they never liked him back. They’ve just called him a freak or a weirdo and passed him on. Sherlock’s smile dropped and he pulled his backpack around to sit on the table. He pulled out his notebook and his pen. John just dropped his bag onto the floor and fished out his own note taking supplies. 

Sherlock couldn’t help but notice that he had a green pencil with sparkles on it. Cute. He thought and looked back at his own paper. 

Once the lecture started Sherlock didn’t pay much attention to the old man speaking. No, he paid attention to the way John held his pencil and wrote in a sloppy way. He wrote like someone who’s used to typing. Sloppy but clear enough to know what the words were. Another characteristic Sherlock found endearing. John will have such a bad doctor’s script he thought and then blushed and looked back down at his paper. Sherlock doodled and scratched around until the lecture was over. 

“You didn’t take any notes. Do you want to borrow mine.” John said as he looked over at the curly haired boy’s notebook. Sherlock closed his notebook and packed it away in his bag, shaking his head. The last few minutes he’d been so distracted watching the muscles in the back of John’s hand flex and move he’d become… hot under the collar a bit. 

“Don’t need them. I’ll remember it.” Sherlock said and smiled at John and then hurried out to his next class, backpack slung around his shoulders. He was glad the fabric of his skirt was thick enough to hide the small bulge that was definitely pushing the front of his boxer briefs forward. 

John was so confused. Why was Sherlock acting like this now? Was John reading into this too far by thinking Sherlock wanted to be friends? More than friends? John left it. Might be a fluke. Fuckin’ suck if it’s a fluke. He’s hot. 

Sherlock went about his day as always and so did John. It was easy to go about your day and pretend nothing happened. No sparks were flying. Nope. There was no mutual attraction. No way. 

Next Chapter ->

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

first rule of fandom is everything goes back to destiel

second rule of fandom is everything goes back to kirk/spock

third rule of fandom is everything goes back to holmes & watson

fourth rule of fandom is everything goes back to achilles & patroclus

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

However deep you think you are into a fandom, there always seems to be something else.

[blueintimeart]

Idle doodles

[beekeeperspicnic]

I keep encountering a problem.

I think that Sherlock Holmes should have the flattest bottom humanly possible.

I strongly feel that he should have a razor sharp buttocks. The quota of fatty deposits on his hindquarters should be nil. Sherlock Holmes, seen in profile, should be a long, thin rectangle.

Except I put him in a baggy jumper and whenever I draw it, I draw the material naturally gathering around his derriere, and I keep accidentally making it look like

Idk. Think Frogwares ever has this problem?

[england-would-fall]

Enough top/bottom discourse

Which one walks in and stares in horror and which one looks up from the family-sized KFC mashed potatoes with gravy and mumbles “oh fuck, you’re home early”

[m0dernv4mpire]

my vision...ummm it sure is a special one

template here

[lilyevanslvr]

i’ve been away from tumblr for a while and i’m having a hard time finding active users because most of my mutuals are deactivated. please like if you post cool shit i’d love to be friends!

[sherlockianscholar]

look at holmes holding onto watson's arm. even in 1893, everyone knew that holmes is a bottom.

[spooksicl-e]

do you think he’s more of a honk shoo honk shoo or a snork mimimimi type of guy

[blistering-typhoons]

Sherlock Holmes Faces Death (1943)

[eggcompany]

So Smart, Those Boys Part 2

“Hi John~” Sherlock said as he plopped down in his seat next to John. He’d made up his mind on what he was going to do, hand down his trousers last night he’d plotted a plan. He would ‘ get in’ John’s pants before the academic year ended. 

 John, who was talking to some boys in varsity jackets, jumped and looked back. He was surprised as he didn’t hear the other boy walk up to him. One of the boys made a face at Sherlock but the genius just smirked and looked at John with a soft smile. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I wore my boots today and they’re so quiet on the tile.” Sherlock said and ran the toe of one of his black desert boots over the laces of John’s own brown work boot. 

John blushed and cleared his throat before looking back at his friends. 

“It’s… fine, Sherlock. I was just talking to my friends Greg, and Phillip. Greg this is-“ John said and looked between his friends. The other boy, Anderson, cut him off with a disgusted voice. 

“Freak.” Anderson said and made a stink face. He was staring at Sherlock’s white shirt neck, where the last two buttons weren’t done up. Sherlock had on a dark red v-neck underneath, matching the ankle length heavy wool skirt that he’d chosen to wear. 

“Anderson.” Sherlock answered back shortly. He reached to touch John’s upper arm. He swirled his finger around the nice pattern of John’s sweater. He ran his finger on the bumps and dips of the pattern and admired the soft color. 

“We know each other, John.” Sherlock said and looked at John, a sweet look on his face, a sweet little smile. Like he hadn’t just been called a freak. John looked confused for a moment. Anderson had sounded so… mean but Sherlock looks so… oh so kissable. John thought and looked from where Sherlock’s wrist was exposed under his button up sleeve to his face where it rested against his fist. 

‘ What a kissable face ’ though Sherlock as he took in John’s features. The slight blush, the chapped lips, pink nose, soft eyes. Eye fucking, is what people call this. Sherlock thought as he and John looked over each other. Unfortunately someone had to completely ruin the moment. 

“John, why did you let him sit next to you? You know he’s a freak. Psychopath, serial killer, gets-off-on-death kind of freak. You know he’s one of the tweakers. Arrested for it last ye-“ Anderson rambled and accused as Sherlock traced his finger up from John’s arm to twirl and play with the short blonde hair. Ignoring Anderson usually worked to make him shut up, so he kept admiring and taking in John’s features. He found that John had quite cute ears. Round and small. 

John was short circuiting as he felt Sherlock’s slender fingers gently touched his head and ear. John cut the other boy off, he hadn’t understood a thing he’d said since Sherlock had started playing with his hair. 

“Uh huh cool anyway, bye Anderson. See you at pep club later.” John said and looked dazed at another table in the room. Completely zonked out by the slow rhythmic touches. Twirl of hair, tracing down the back of his ear, gentle feel of his earlobe, back up the shell of his ear, repeat. 

“Bye, John. I’ll see you later. See you later too, Sherlock.” Greg said and patted John’s shoulder, pulling him out of his daze. Sherlock nodded but didn’t stop or look up. John smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, see you later.” John said and turned back to Sherlock to ask Why are you caressing my ear? But the brunette spoke first. 

“You have such nice hair. It’s so pretty and soft. Your ears are cute too, like the rest of your face.” Sherlock said and smiled as he continued to play with John’s hair and ear. 

John smiled, cheeks pinking up with a cute blush as got his note taking supplies out. Sherlock noted that he got out the same green sparkly mechanical pencil. He looked down at the blank paper and took a deep breath. 

“Thank you. I think your hair is also nice. It’s pretty too, so curly and shiny.” John said quickly and turned to the other boy. He stared at Sherlock’s face for a second before reaching out and pulling the end of one Sherlock's curls and watched it spring back.

 John looked almost scared of Sherlock’s response as he kept his eyes on the curl that he’d just pulled. 

Sherlock looked shocked for a moment. No one just… touched him. No one… Did John just sproing my hair? Sherlock let the realization hit him and soon a smile creeped up to the surface. A blush powdered his cheeks and he looked down giggling. 

 John giggled and bit and relaxed, letting out a breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding in. 

“Thank you! You’re so sweet John. What’re your other classes for today?” Sherlock said and looked at the clock. There were only a few more minutes left till lecture started.

 He really wanted to spend some more time with John. Being around him made something lighten and lift from his chest. Like layers getting peeled away, a knot getting loosened. 

“Um today I’ve got this then four solid hours and then I’m done for today. I only take morning classes. I work at the convenience store on West Elm at five. I’ve got like two hours free.” John said and got ready to take notes, straightening his notebook and clicking the lead to his pencil. Sherlock hummed and pulled out a large book. 

“Well I live on Baker Street. I have full classes until four and then I go down to the police station for about an hour and then I just go home. Maybe I can come bother you at work. Stare at you creepily or something.” Sherlock said after he flicked his eyes away to look at his book. He tried to fake calm and aloofness but the smile still peaked through. 

John blushed as his heart started to thump against his chest. 

“Oh... well um if you want to. I take my break at about six thirty. That is if you wanna hang out or something...” John said and flicked his eyes around. 

Sherlock stared down at his book cover. John wanted to hang out. John wanted to hang out outside of class. Sherlock felt like he couldn’t breathe. His heart hammered against his chest and he couldn’t control the smile that washed across his face. 

“I could maybe bring you something to eat? There’s a sandwich place next door to my flat so maybe I could bring you something? Or from any of the places by Scotland Yard… If you want.” Sherlock said, keeping his eyes down on the book. His face was burning red and he felt John look over at him. 

“That… would be nice. I usually just have a few biscuits and sit by the bins out back. We’re not really allowed to sit out front but maybe we could-” John said shyly and rubbed at the back of his neck. He looked over at the pale boy when he interrupted. 

“By the bins is fine! I’d rather not be around people… I don’t even leave my flat much…” Sherlock explained. He almost felt embarrassed. He never felt embarrassed. But John smiled at him and nodded. He whispered as the professor walked in and wrote on the white board. 

“I’ll see you then. I’ll hold you to that sandwich Mister… Wait, what's your last name?” John said and leaned over so he could talk even quieter. 

Sherlock felt his heart thump against his ribcage. He could feel the heat radiating from John’s shoulder. 

“Holmes. Sherlock Holmes, Dear Watson.” Sherlock said and smiled. Yes maybe during his midnight hand-down- trouser escapade he’d researched the boy. 

John smiled and started writing and Sherlock opened his book on Carl Eugene Watts. 

Though he couldn’t concentrate. He kept thinking about John. The way he stuck his tongue just slightly through his thin lips when he concentrated, the way he scrunched his eyebrows together when an odd or long word came up in lecture that he couldn’t spell right but didn’t have time to erase, the way some of his hair sagged down onto his forehead but he didn’t both to move it. 

Maybe he’d push my hair out of my face, hold my jaw, touch his lips to mine… share his warmth with me in bed… 

“Sherlock, are you sleeping? Your eyes are open. Oh good, come on lecture’s over.” John said to the catatonic brunette. Sherlock blushed and looked up to where John was standing next to him, satchel laying on his shoulder. Sherlock coughed and looked around. The professor was sitting at his desk and no one else was still in the room. Sherlock quickly grabbed his backpack and slipped it on his shoulders and grabbed his book hurrying to the door, behind John. 

“Um… See you later Sherlock. Six thirty?” John said and stood in the hall leading to his medical studies classes as Sherlock stood in the opposite facing hallway leading to the next building over. Sherlock looked down at his boots and then looked up at John.

“Make sure to wear a jacket, it's supposed to get cold…” Sherlock said and smiled and waved awkwardly and walked toward the door. He heard a slight bounce or skip to John’s walk. 

It’s a date. I’m going on a date. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuc-

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[paradiscake]

After some lurking around, I realized I might be the only person who believes Sherlock is the babygirl of William and not the other way round.

[siriusly-writes]

“I love you”

“No”

“I love you”

“You can’t”

“Why, I love you”

“We ca- I can’t, please”

[manilovetumblerusernames]

White board doodlez cos my fren n i got sidetracked :P

[beekeeperspicnic]