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e--q · 4 months

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The Game is Afoot - Sherlock Holmes & Dr Watson

~ Happy Birthday Sherlock Holmes ~

(Handmade Soft Toys inspired by Miffy the rabbit in the form of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr Watson)

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ajaxconandoyle · 3 months

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ah yes, my commute to work has been accompanied by the baker street boys™

#i was so happy when i opened spotify this morning #sherlock and co #baker street boys #sherlock holmes #john watson

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ascandalincamelot · 2 years

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My suggestion is: Instead of BBC making Sherlock season 5 and NBC making Hannibal season 4, they should collaborate and make a crossover season where the Baker Street Boys (with Rosie who could be important in that season) go after the Murder Husbands the moment it turns out they survived the fall and try to stop them.

I'm waiting for my Sherlock // Hannibal crossover ok?

#hannibal #sherlock #nbc #bbc #hannibal lecter #sherlock holmes #murder husbands #johnlock #hannigram #baker street boys #will graham #john watson #rosie watson

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finalproblem · 2 years

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Sherlockian Wednesday Watchalongs: Museum Piece

Get your parent or guardian to sign the permission slip—we’re going on a field trip every week. (Just tell them it’s educational. They don’t need to know about the crimes.)

All Wednesday watchalong gatherings start at 8:30 pm US Eastern (aka New York) time. (Convert to your local time here.)

Wednesday, June 8 The Baker Street Boys: The Adventure of the Winged Scarab 🪲

Wednesday, June 15 Sherlock Hound: The Rosetta Stone & Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century: The Musgrave Ritual 🐶🤖

Wednesday, June 22 Granada Holmes: The Mazarin Stone 💎

Wednesday, June 29 Miss Sherlock: Sachiko's Mustache 🥸

Here’s the deal: Like Sherlock Holmes? You’re welcome to join us in The Giant Chat of Sumatra to watch and chat with us. Just find a copy of the episode or movie we’re watching, and come make some goofy internet friends.

Keep an eye on my #the giant chat of sumatra tag and the calendar for updates on future chat events.

#the giant chat of sumatra #sherlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #miss sherlock #granada holmes #sherlock holmes in the 22nd century #sherlock hound #baker street boys #watchalong #(the blind banker coulda been here but it really had to be in marvel month instead)

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5point2atrocities · 2 years

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"You're an Open Book, Dr. Watson."

“I think I want to try it.”

“It?”

“Right.”

“John, ‘it’ can mean many things.”

“Erm… you’re going to make me say it?”

“Even the world’s greatest detective can’t deduce without context.”

“Right…”

John and Sherlock sit opposite one another in their respective armchairs. In his attempt at finishing the day’s clinical notes, John has found his mind drifting to activities quite unrelated to the unfortunate case of Guillain-Barre Syndrome he encountered earlier in the day.

Sherlock appears uninterested, however, and hasn’t even attempted to pick up on the subtlety of John’s suggestion. Instead, Sherlock remains intently fixated on his self-imposed task of translating by hand Dostoevsky’s “Crime and Punishment” from the original Russian into Latin.

“Sherlock.”

“Hmm?” Sherlock replies but doesn’t shift his gaze from the texts before him.

“I think I want to try… switching roles.”

“I’m not that kind of doctor, John.”

“What?”

“And being a chemist doesn’t make me a medical expert.”

“For fuck’s sake, Sherlock.”

Sherlock continues to pore over his texts, oblivious to John.

“By the way, you’re not a doctor.”

“I could be.”

“You have a master’s degree. You’re not even close.”

“I don’t need school to know more than the average PhD.”

“Have you ever actually worked as a chemist?”

“I do. Every day.”

“No, like, in a lab. And not Molly’s lab.”

“We’ve been through this. No one would hire a sixteen-year-old chemist, John.”

“So, you’re not a chemist.”

“I received a master’s in chemistry before you were even accepted into medical school.”

“But you’ve never officially worked as a chemist. So, can you truly call yourself a chemist?”

Sherlock finally looks up from his work, glaring at John. This has been a point of contention in their relationship since the beginning. Sherlock cannot bring himself to accept that John is objectively more educated than he is.

“Maybe you need to get some work experience. Build up that resume.” John taunts, pretending to be more interested in his computer than their conversation.

“I have a career, John. An impressive career that has afforded me many opportunities.”

“I’m sorry, have you ever actually had a paycheck?”

“I’m self-employed.”

“Sherlock, have you ever even paid taxes?”

Sherlock doesn’t reply to this, returning to his translations.

“I have a hard time believing you make less than £12,570 per year.”

“Are you going to tell HMRC, John?”

“Is this why you refuse to open a bank account?”

Sherlock rolls his eyes, “I can’t be bothered, John.”

John tries his best to hide his amusement. It’s always fascinating to see further into Sherlock’s worldview. He truly thinks himself above the rest. Taxes are for the average man, “doctor” is merely a meaningless title… Sherlock really is the most irrational genius.

Then, John comes to a less amusing realization.

“Is this why you have our pay made out to me? Bloody hell, Sherlock. I give you your half in cash, as requested, and pay taxes for the both of us while you sock away your share?”

“I suppose so, John. Thank you for that.”

“We don’t need a role reversal, I suppose. You’ve been fucking me all along.”

“Role reversal?”

“You didn’t actually think I was referring to our roles as colleagues, did you?”

Sherlock slams his books shut, his interest piqued, and crosses his legs, observing John with his best attempt at a cool expression.

“But I suppose it’s not worth it, being that I’ve already discovered how intolerable you are on top.” John says, failing to hide a smirk in response to the detective’s now dumbfound expression.

“John, if I knew this is what we were talking about, I’d have begun paying taxes years ago.”

Over the past few months Sherlock had repeatedly expressed his interest taking top. He loved “bottoming” (he’d learned the word from an online forum while researching how best to administer an enema) but was still incredibly curious about how it felt to be the one inside. John, however, had put up quite the resistance, even going so far as to knock Sherlock off the bed when the detective had attempted to reach around and tease the doctor’s asshole with a single finger.

John liked to be on top, like to be in control, even when he was still sleeping with women. But John was also curious. He couldn’t help but wonder every time he pumped into Sherlock and saw the ferocity with which Sherlock came with John’s cock inside him. There must be a biological reason why the prostate has evolved to become so incredibly stimulating. He knew the prostate’s function from a medical perspective, but the way he could make the detective twitch and moan with just a gentle stroke was infinitely more fascinating.

And so far, their sex had remained relatively vanilla. Sure, their near-daily sodomy wasn’t exactly vanilla by biblical standards, but they hadn’t yet begun to explore new positions, locations, or introduced toys. They hadn’t even attempted oral and rarely touched one another’s erections, electing to masturbate themselves if needed.

And except for that one time at the crime scene, John continued taking Sherlock from behind. Both appeared satisfied with their current methods, but the ever-curious duo couldn’t help but consider there might be more.

Sherlock especially was beginning to find himself wanting to explore more. More of John and more of himself. He had attempted to watch porn but found it did nothing for him. He only wanted John Watson and couldn’t lose himself in any of the videos he viewed. Instead, he watched the videos for research, studying oral sex methods and finding himself inexplicably drawn to the graphic concept of “eating ass.”

“But then again, maybe I’m just bored.” John says, returning to his notes.

Sherlock stares at his flatmate—who indeed has become more of a roommate or even a bedmate—and decides to try something new.

The detective stands and stretches, yawning and sighing dramatically. John ignores him, tapping away at his computer intently. Sherlock drops to his knees, knowing full well how much John enjoys him in a submissive position. But John holds his ground, remaining fixated on his notes.

Sherlock edges forward, replicating the evening that he had gotten John so riled up that they had finally fucked. He stares expectantly at John, whose eyes finally flick up to meet his. Sherlock slowly pushes the computer in John’s lap closed, pleased to find that John does not resist.

John sets the computer aside and spreads his legs a little further apart, allowing Sherlock to come even closer and position himself between the doctor’s knees.

Sherlock proceeds to unbuckle the doctor’s belt and undo his trousers. John leans back embracing the handjob he’s about to get, assuming this is Sherlock’s way of apologizing for the whole taxes thing. Sherlock, however, unveils John’s rapidly swelling erection and, without a second thought, runs his tongue from base to tip.

John looks up with a jolt, just as Sherlock is reaching the tip. Before he can comment, Sherlock sucks the head into his mouth and swirls his tongue around for a burst of stimulation. John gasps and trembles slightly, leaning back once more and raising his hand to intertwine his fingers with the back of Sherlock’s curls.

Now, Sherlock had been studying oral sex techniques intently. And knowing the approximate pressure, friction, and rhythm that made John tick was relatively easy to translate into oral.

To Sherlock, oral sex on a biological male seemed much more pleasant than a biological female. Fewer secretions involved, except for the big finale. Sure, he wasn’t exactly excited for the lukewarm splash of ammonia to come, but now was as good a time as any to explore.

He continues teasing the doctor’s eager erection, taking as much of John into his mouth as he can.

John leans back, tipping his head over the back of the chair and slowly grinding his hips forward, relishing Sherlock’s tongue tracing over his cock. The detective continues working his magic, and just as John begins to feel that familiar glow, pulls back abruptly.

“Not yet,” Sherlock says, licking his lips.

“I don’t even want to know how you know.”

“Respiration. You’re an open book, Dr. Watson.”

John resists the urge to touch himself, silently cursing Sherlock for stopping so suddenly. But the detective knows how to get him worked up and is milking it for all it’s worth.

“So, what do we do now?” John inquires, hoping Sherlock will initiate something more.

“You said you wanted to switch roles.”

“Now?” John knits his eyebrows together worriedly.

“Why not?” Sherlock gives him a devilish grin, tracing one finger over the head of John’s still-stiff erection.

“I—I’m not so sure. I need more mental preparation…” John admits.

“Fine.” Sherlock almost pouts, shrinking away from John and reclining back onto the carpet.

“You’re not going to finish what you’ve started?” John says, not even trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

“I’m tired and now my jaw is sore.” Is the detective’s only reply.

“For fuck’s sake, Sherlock!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39990888

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thefanfictionfairy · 2 years

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The likeness is good for base game honestly, props to the person who made these, I got the the boys in the gallery made by Ukai29 if anyone is interested.

I'm so obsessed they talk by themselves a lot in each others room when I leave the controller and chill, and the Sim Sherlock is always fucking naked, even goes outside to water his experiments in his knickers 🤭🤣✨

#johnlock #thesims #baker street boys #archive of our own #this is so fucking cute #actually autistic #its the neurodivergency #im fucking obsessed #iltsm #but ahhhh

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oxalisvulcanicola · 1 year

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Baker Street boys:

#the crooked man #the memoirs of sherlock holmes #baker street boys

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sherlockholmesbracket · 1 year

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I haven't seen this one yet, but it's always possible I just missed it. Has anyone submitted The Baker Street Boys (1983)?

Present only as a voiceover- Sherlock Holmes!

#baker street boys #sherlock holmes #ultimate sherlock holmes

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bugbugboy · 1 year

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Thinking about the gayness that relates between John and Sherlock, and Goncharov and Andrey

#goncharov x andrey #john x sherlock #johnlock #gay #baker street boys #unreality

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holodeck-enthusiast · 2 years

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HE IS ENTITLED

Chapter 1/3: That Bastard

"Molly, would you pls take care of Rosy tonight too? I am already sorry for asking." John's voice sounded so little. Almost like a whisper.

"It's okay, John. Where are you going, may I ask?" Molly, John and Greg are at the hospital cafeteria where the conversation is taking place.

"I...thought...I should check on Mrs. Hudson. She might be...she might need anything.."

Greg stares at John with doubt building up inside him. Molly's frowning too. They know very well that everything is messed up between John and Sherlock. And of course John has a mountain of negative feelings for Sherlock. He's got reasons though. But he is not him recently. He's not stable. They couldn't recognise this John who has almost killed Sherlock. And they're not even sure if it's "almost" anyway, as the doctor has given 72 hours to conclude on anything. Greg's head is hurting badly. The migraine bitch is coming back. He needs to leave now. Anderson is continuously giving him every small update about that shitface Culverton Smith.

He turns to John, "You sure? She's not doing well, completely in shock, but she's the strongest one among us. I think you should have a bit of rest tonight, John. And honestly we're not done yet. We'll have to discuss it again tomorrow."

John looks up at Greg. He looked so tiny, like the tiniest creature in this world. Molly was thinking that just within a few hours John was looking so old. Like his whole face seemed to have shrunk like a dried peach. She tried to recall a younger John's face. A face that used to light up the whole room and Sherlock's world.

"It's just all part of my job, you know, John, I understand." Greg keeps his hand on John's left shoulder, "I really do."

" Do you think he'll...." John can't complete the sentence.

"Oh come on! We all know that bastard! He's gonna be fine as fuck!" Greg tries to laugh a bit. By every hour he's getting more convinced that Sherlock's not going to survive this time. He doesn't even want to think about it right now.

"It's okay, John. If you want to go you better leave now. It's going to rain i guess. I'll pick up Rosy and don't you worry about that darling. She'll be alright." Molly's genuinely glad. She loves Rosy. John softly smiles at her. He's looking more tired every second.

"See you tomorrow, John." Greg waves a little.

"'night".

John quietly leaves.

(To be continued)