vitruvianwatson:

Teacherlock AU where teacher John puts his mobile number on the syllabus so that if anyone has questions that can’t wait they can text or call and Sherlock Holmes, his smartest and most disruptive student who also happens to be infuriatingly gorgeous texts him every single night, first only simple things about papers and due dates which John knows he doesn’t actually need help with, but they progressively stray further and further away from education and, as guilty as John feels about it, he can’t help himself from responding, and he only makes half-hearted attempts to make Sherlock stop texting him.  

They don’t discuss it in class or in person at all, but Sherlock soon takes to sitting on the front row, his eyes heavy-lidded and trained on John, and he’s always wearing ridiculously tight clothing, the buttons on his shirt straining and his jeans so tight John doesn’t have to use any imagination to envision him naked, and it is, to put it mildly, incredibly distracting.  Soon the texts at night turn far more inappropriate than John ever intended them to be, and he often spends time that should be spent on grading papers with his hand around his cock instead.

They still don’t talk about it, not yet.  Then Sherlock starts spreading his legs wide beneath his desk, and he runs his hands along his own thighs while John lectures, and he unbuttons the top two buttons on his shirt, fingers skimming along the curve of his neck and down into the vee made by his shirt.  John puts up with it for as long as he can, which turns out to be a good while actually, a few weeks even, but eventually he can’t stand it anymore, and next class he attached a note to the paper he returns to Sherlock that simply says, “See me after class.”  

Sherlock spends the rest of that class smirking, and he remains in his seat until everyone else has left the lecture hall, at which point he gets up and meets John at the front and says, “You wanted to see me, Dr. Watson?” and John, fucking sick of it all at this point, just growls, “Shut up,” and pulls him down into a hard, searing kiss.  Sherlock’s muffled sound of surprise is intensely gratifying, and John shoves him back against the wall, already pulling at the fastenings on his jeans and working his hand inside.  Sherlock’s head falls back with a moan as John wraps a hand around his cock, and John strokes him hard and rough, Sherlock’s hands scrabbling against John’s back as his knees go weak, and he bites into John’s shoulder when he comes.

Sherlock’s chest is heaving as John eases his hand out, trailing a line of soft kisses up the side of Sherlock’s neck until he reaches his ear where he whispers, “I think we’re done with the teasing, don’t you?”  Sherlock just swallows hard and nods, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, and John nips at his ear.  “My flat, eight o’clock.  Don’t be late.”  And then John steps back, picks up his briefcase, and leaves the lecture hall with a smirk on his face despite the incredibly uncomfortable situation in his own trousers.  He feels sure Sherlock will take care of that for him later.

martinsbaby:

kinklock:

kinklock:

through Molly’s cross-dressing we’re told that Sherlock is blind to a woman dressed as a man but that John knew all along…… literally what else could this mean besides Mary is Moriarty and John has figured that shit out on his own 

JOHN IS SO SMART

pretty damn smart

57circlesofhell:

remember when john and sherlock were separated in teh and john went to work and had to deal with a bunch of penis and rectal problems and sherlock went to work and had to deal with a lot of romance problems? wonder what they were trying to say with all that i wonder what that was about

askkairi:

• I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friends’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life (jk yes I am)

• I’ve met you in every single lifetime and I always hope it will work out but it doesn’t but I’ll still keep finding you again because those few days/months/years together with you are always so worth it 

•  I meet and fall in love with you in every lifetime at the same age but your age is always different so it never works out and for the first time I’m meeting you when we’re the same age and I’m horrified that I might fuck this up 

•  I skipped like four cycles of reincarnation and I know you’re pissed at me for leaving you all those lifetimes but it wasn’t my fault please please will you take me back 

•  We only remember each other in alternating lifetimes so every lifetime we have to find one another and convince each other that we’re soul mates but half the time I won’t believe you and half the time you’re already dating someone else 

•  I don’t know how to tell you this but the reason you didn’t see me in our last reincarnation cycle is because for some fucked up reason I was reincarnated as your dog 

•  We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime
  

mycroftseyebrow:

In HLV after they return to baker street from the drug den, Sherlock twice warns Mycroft and John very strongly off going into his room or opening the door. The show then does what it does best and pulls a little magic trick where Janine is revealed and you think that solves Sherlock’s reticence about his room - a little joke. Its Janine, haha. But…. It isn’t, is it? If you think about the magic trick for more than a few seconds, it makes no sense that it was Janine he was hiding. She swans out, joins him in the bathroom, etc. and Sherlock is unbothered by it. In fact he is annoyed when John gets stuck on her presence. So what WAS he actually hiding in there from Mycroft and John? For my money, it’s precisely what they had conveniently just been talking about: John’s chair. What a little sleight of hand; his true heart stays hidden, behind a pretty woman, helped by the audience’s heterogoggles.

the-navel-treatment:

The fact that Mary never says “I love you John” is just as deliberate as the fact that Sherlock never says “We’re not together.”

incurablylazydevil:

i want the final sherlock episode to end with sherlock sitting in his chair, reading something and john coming out of the kitchen with two mugs of tea and setting one of them by sherlock’s chair, planting an affectionate kiss in his hair, ruffling it a bit, and sherlock looking up at him with a small smile and a look that gives away everything he feels for john in this moment; but before john can sit down in his chair with tea and a morning paper, there’s a doorbell, and they look at each other, eyes sparkling, and say ‘client’ at the same time

captain-liddy:

So it occurred to me today that Mary and Sherlock are each other’s inverse. Sherlock presents a veneer of coldness and insensitivity as a self-preservation mechanism. Mary presents a veneer of warmth and affability to hide how ruthless and dangerous she is.
It reminds me strongly of Darcy and Wickham in Pride and Prejudice. Darcy is taken for a bad man because he is abrupt and prickly. Wickham is taken for a good man because he is charming and superficially pleasant. “One has all the good, and one all the appearance of good.” Like Wickham, Mary is the classic romantic false lead.
Tell me again how this isn’t a love story?

deduce-my-heart:

How often do you think John murmurs Sherlock’s name while sleeping next to Mary?