#tension fic recs

[crepesuzette2023]

Hi, I would love recs for mclennon fics dripping in sexual tension, like six hours in August by stonedlennon. It doesn't need to have explicit sexual content. Thank you!

Thank you so, so much for this ask—this is a category of fiction I personally enjoy *a lot* (imagine Paul's "I slept with John..." pronunciation).

Here are some favorites that came to my mind. Some have sex on the page, others do not; I remember all of these as having excellent Tension™. I hope you find something you like here! Young J/P:

Streets of Your Town (@with-eyes-closed): Sensual. The upheaval in young Paul's mind as he falls in love with music and John, without putting a name to it. As of yet unfinished, but it's so good I rec it anyway, because it's...[read to find out, take a fan]

All I Know Since Yesterday (RedheadAmongWolves): Paul and John's first kiss at Paul's, after long, sweet hours of trembling fear/excitement. Paul POV.

The Way Things Sometimes Are (@paisanas): Young John is troubled and pining for Paul. Paul is mesmerizing through his eyes.

now and then (there's a fool such as I) (@stonedlennon): The Nerk Twins take the bus to Caversham and share a bed. You can smell the summer grass and the sweaty leathers...

(Ain't no cure for the) summertime blues (orphan_account): John and Paul alone on a hot summer day.

The Photograph (thinkpink20): John finds a Photograph Mike took of Paul and notices...things.

Hamburg:

ageless children, animal sweat (eyeball2eyeball): Read this story to spend time in John's throbbing, unhinged Hamburg mind. No sex on the page, and yet. It's *everywhere*. For such a short story, it takes up a lot of room in my brain. The Paul in this story is one of my favorite Pauls.

Sinful City (thinkpink20). Days and Nights in Hamburg. Paul needs John, and stops questioning things.

In Margaret Asher's music room:

Tell You Something (@louiselux). Lennon and McCartney write "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The tension rises.

In or near Paul's Geodesic Dome:

shotgunning (@pauls1967moustache): John and Paul languidly try something new...

Chrysalis (cloudy_blue): Tension in 1967. Hypnotic and stylish, I love it.

Stop all the Clocks (@javelinbk): After Brian's death, John and Paul retreat to Scotland. Grief and awakening ensue...slowly and sweetly.

Greece:

Way Up Top (@boshemians). Snapshots of J/P desire and spiraling doubts, contained in the Beatles' trip to Greece to buy an island.

Nineteen Sixty-Eight:

Outro (bakerstreetafternoon). From the Summary: 'Had it been this tension that had kept them together? Had it always?'

Bad Luck to Talk (7intheevening): Paul chats with JohnandYoko at a party and follows them home for a cup of tea. What hurts more exquisitly than pining? Unacknowledged pining.

John I'm Only Dancing (@skylikeaflame): Amidst the insanity of the Mad Day Out, desire erupts relentlessly.

The 70's as they should have been:

Down on the Farm (RosalindBeatrice): Incredibly hot and realistic (and funny in just right amounts!). John visits Paul in Nashville; Paul shows off Wings and the family, John stays the night. Dot dot dot.

I can only speak my mind (@paisanas): John's diaries are leaked to the press and printed; Paul reads them. What follows is the sexual awakening of James Paul McCartney as he reads of John's feelings for him. First rate pining, past and present.

I still miss someone/ I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand/ close the door lightly when you go (RosalindBeatrice): John and Paul meet in 1976. There is a spark. Few and far between meetings follow.

The Other Eighties (John lives and experiences sexual tension with Paul):

and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) (wardo wedidit): John divorces Yoko and visits Paul in Scotland. Soul searching and relationship mending.

The Birthday Party (@merseydreams): John and Paul meet at Ringo's Birthday Party. There is only one bed.

Tension through the Years:

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes (@savageandwise). John is turned on by Paul smoking. 1958—1969.

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

This has most definitely been said before, but we were robbed of the core four quarantining on-screen together at Buck’s place. ROBBED I say

[little-annie]

Thank you @tone-mariie for this beautiful com for my fic Bluebells. I just- it's beautiful 😍 and I have no words.

"

The gunman remains silent, almost as if he's frozen in fear himself, nearly indiscernible skips of his breath accompanying the pounding of boots outside. His grip on Steve's waist tightens and the barrel of the gun painfully jams further under his chin as a voice bellows from outside, "Munson we know you're in there!"

 

Although he's beginning to shake with fear himself, jerking his head back and away from the metal of the gun, Steve still sees the Bluebells on the bartop in front of him and remembers the kindness that was instilled in him all those years ago.

 

The soft voice of a woman who only ever saw the best in the world. The actions he remembers so plainly witnessing from his perch on his mother's hip. A scenario not far off from his current; a gunman had stormed this very same Inn, tattered clothes and gun in hand but nothing more than fear and helplessness in his eyes. It took his mother no more than a second breath to allow the man to take what he needed, offering him a bowl of stew and bed by the fire for the night before he left.

 

It's a wild scenario even when he thinks of it now, but sometimes all someone needs in their life is to know that someone cares enough to sacrifice their own needs for that of a stranger.

 

And maybe it's crazy, with a gun to his chin and the heady scent of tobacco and sweat filling his senses, but letting out a laboured breath Steve says, "Let me help you."

"

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[btstaefigvs]

Body Guard 18+

description: You have the hots for your bodyguard. He's just too perfect. How can you resist him? God, this is just the beginning..

⚠️: dirty talk. kinda a slow burn. no smut, but there's sexual themes. Tension mostly. suggestion of fingering, begging, !!!

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To be fair, you had be wrapped around him, his sincere smile distracting you for his uncalled actions.

Let's say..your arousal for him growed everyday..whenever he was taking care of you. Casually feeding you, painting your nails whenever you get the chance, and being there as your bodyguard.

"..I..can you spare a few pieces of chocolate..?", you spoke quietly and looked over at his piece of chocolate, dark chocolate to be exact, and of course he gave in. I mean, why wouldn't he, when you have a cute adorable face.

He was older than you by 5 years. He was 26, while you were 21. Of course sometimes you had ponder around the hallways, whenever he had lunch, just to see him, his face, hands...

Oh, you had to be cursed with desperation running in your veins, someone to touch you all over, peppering you with soft kisses, going in between your legs, feeling your hands on their body, as we both reach our climax.

If only you had be bold or something..even if you had the most detailed scenarios in your head, you wouldn't just share that with him..he was your bodyguard after all..he probably doesn't even think of you like that..why should you even getting worked up by him..

You sighed there, your fingers running through your hair as you waited for your bodyguard to come at his usual time just to chat and say goodnight.

You always find it endearing and sweet, when he just checks on you every now and then, but it's so hard when you want him, crave him..his touch—ugh get a hold of yourself, y/n.

Without realizing you didn't know that the door was slightly open, turning your head to the side to be greeted with your bodyguard, his boxy wide smile, and a glass of water in his hand.

"..Y/n, you okay?...I just got some water if you need it..", he mentioned and placed it on your desk, smiling lightly.

"..Thank you..I..I really appreciate it..but you didn't have too..", and Jungkook with that smile of his he rolled his eyes playfully.

"..Ah, but I should. I know how thirsty you get in the night..",

Thirsty. Thirsty for him.

"Ah-Ahah..yeah..you know it..", you gulped down the lump of spit in your throat, the slick in between your legs not helping at all. Jungkook chuckled lightly and leaned by the door, "..Well..good night..I'll be changing..",

Fuck, you didn't want him to leave, your lips were turning into a smile, forcing you to nod as you were letting your inner self drown, but you couldn't contain yourself anymore.

"Jungkook—wait..", you only stood up as he frantically turned back to you, his eyes in concern, "What is it..?", he asked, and you only hesitated a bit before slipping those words out..never knew you had it in you.

"..Can you finger me..please..", your voice wavers, and you saw Jungkooks expression twist in confusion.

"..You want me too..what??", he questioned once again trying to comprehend what you said was actually true.

"..I'm horny..I'm just desperate for you..and I-I could really ever get an orgasm, when it's with my fingers..so please..", you had only see his expression twist from a confused one to a smiley one.

"..You want just my fingers?", he spat at you and it made you all small, his tall figure in your view.

"..Yes please..", you cooed aloud and he only hummed as he pulled you over to the bed, unexpectedly caughting you off guard.

"..So, do you want it fast..rough..slow..?", he asked and you widened your eyes, "huh?",

Jungkook rolled his eyes scoffed.

"..come on, you just said you want to get fingered my me, did that boldness of yours just vanish away all of a sudden?" He licked his tongue at you and you could see him smiling all cheekily as your lost for words. If you knew he had be down all long, you wouldn't have taken this long to ask.

"I-I..no it's just I wanted you, so badly, like you know.." you said it in a whisper tone, fiddling your fingers together as Jungkook looked at your movements, clearly smriking.

"Oh yeah?. Should I see how bad you wanted me?", right before you were about to say anything he was already kneeling down, close to you, as you stared at him from above with wide eyes.

"W-What are you..", "You don't mind do you princesss?", he asked and his hands were resting on your ankles, and you couldn't help but feel so small from that pet name he gave you.

So you nodded with a small hum and you immediately felt his fingers gliding up. Your back was resting against your wall, and he was inching from your knees, your thighs, and then he just stopped where you really didn't want him to stop. His fingers massaged your thighs a little and looked at you with those doe eyes.

"Are you sure baby..I need some words.." he cooed softly and you could've just melt right on the spot.

"mmhmm.." that's when he felt himself reaching enough, you slowly parting your legs and he couldn't help but find it endearing.

"..Your so cute, poor baby, couldn't get what she wanted for so long. Always using your fingers , hm?", the last part almost sounded mean, like he was teasing how desperate you were right now, when you were alone, you had be so helpless.

[hurtcomforted]

is there a greater joy than getting into a new fandom and realizing an author you already like and follow writes for it

[13eyond13]

love it when a character that's hard to read intuitively for you has like a dedicated fandom interpreter who can just glance at their blank face in a panel and then give you a 3k word essay on their innermost thoughts & desires & fears and neatly tie it back into the themes & whatnot as if it's the most obvious thing in the world

[writeouswriter]

Reading a fic that's so well written I wish I could close my eyes and just let the descriptions and atmosphere wash over me, but the dilemma with closing my eyes is, well, I then would not be able to continue reading this fic, now would I.

[intofolkloreee13]

You know the fanart of Raven Neil asking Fox Andrew how sharp his knife is and Andrew is like ”come find out” — I need a fan fiction exactly like that and I need it desperately

[wangxianficrecs]

At the end of all things by Entityx

At the end of all things

by Entityx

M, 6k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Mini Remix for Tired Adults™

Summary: Lan Wangji is aware that he is not the only one who is left haunted by constant bloodshed. Everyone has changed over the course of the Sunshot Campaign. However the one who underwent the most drastic change was undeniable. It's subtle- he's still friendly and boisterous with members of his sect. But he is not truly open anymore. Gone is the optimistic boy who radiated sincerity with every word. Instead he is replaced with a hollow imitation, with a smile cracked at the edges, and a laugh that is too hollow to fool anyone. Kay's comments: Sunshot Era Wangxian who are constantly at each other's throats has so much potential, especially if it escalates to them actually fighting and that ending up in a golden core reveal and this fic delivered on all of that and much more. The first half is incredibly dark and angsty, showing the reality of Lan Wangji's life in the war and the second half treats us to Wangxian first fighting and then slowly growing closer as the revelations hit. A really great story! Excerpt: Wei Ying grins, "Lan Zhan! Come, take a seat!" He shifts over on the log he had been sitting on, patting the empty space next to him. Briefly, Lan Wangji wonders how someone can have a smile so welcoming even whilst wearing robes stained with blood. He carefully seats himself beside Wei Ying, careful not to let his robes touch the mud. The slight contact of their shoulders brushing against each other puts him on edge; this is the closest he has physically been to the other man in a very long time. "Lan Zhan! What are you doing here? Don't tell me you missed me," Wei Ying teases. "I was walking nearby and I saw smoke. I thought there was trouble." He can't stop the frustration from seeping into his voice. I thought you were in danger. Wei Ying's smile falls, and he puts down the jar of wine he was cheerfully swinging just moments ago. "Ah, I didn't realize…" "Wei Ying, what were you thinking- starting a fire this close to enemy territory?" He is careful not to raise his voice- but it doesn't matter. The second the words leave his lips he realizes that they sound accusative, and he knows he's made a mistake. The other man's eyes flash red. "Fuck I forgot about the stupid rule okay? We were just trying to have fun." The other Jiang cultivators, even as drunk as they are- are beginning to look uncomfortable. They glance at each other uneasily, once, twice and ultimately walk away. Wisely, or perhaps rudely- they do not stick around to say goodbye to their senior.

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, sunshot campaign, angst and hurt/comfort, war, nightmares, mental health issues, wei wuxian has ptsd, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, golden core reveal, miscommunication, unresolved romantic tension, hopefuly ending

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[buddielibrary]

all the stones and kings of old

by extasiswings

Words: 36,036

Summary:

Edmundo Diaz, King of Calder, does not want a husband.

He had a wife, he has a son. He doesn’t need anyone to try and fill the void in his life Shannon left when she died—he is perfectly content with an empty bed, with Bobby and Athena advising him, with household staff taking care of Christopher when he can’t.

But. Apparently he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.

(Theirs is not an auspicious start.)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Arranged Marriage, Mutual Pining, idiots to lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Political Intrigue, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Soft Eddie Diaz

[packratimp]

how do you do, fellow tumblr users

I am once again begging people to read this incredible story that uses Fallout 2 as a framework, though doesn't really require knowledge of it to follow (just helps with setting and picturing some of the characters)

the main character Carla (FO2's chosen one) is great and cool and friends with Lenny and Goris and the author translates them so well to humans for the Noir Detective setting

[genderfluid-draws]

[ID copied from alt text: A rough sketch of Arthur Lester grabbing John Doe by the front of the shirt. Arthur towers over John, who has to tilt his head up to glare at Arthur. John’s fists are clenched at his sides. Little red marks indicate that both of them are angry. End ID]

@organchordsandlightning’s fic formaldehyde asks the bold question: what if you were a god but your roommate was taller than you

[byierficrecs]

❝ tip-toeing on lily-pads ❞ author: @cherryisgone

link: archiveofourown.org/works/45354601

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[whenthegoldrays]

👀👀 please share the north and south fic from your tags

With pleasure!!

Summary: At her Father and Godfather's bidding, John Thornton makes another offer of marriage to Margaret Hale, who is no longer in any position to refuse. But he is determined to keep his own feelings to himself, and leave her to her desires and inclinations. He cannot risk having his world, and his heart, shattered by her once again...

[ofpd]

les mis ships are meant to be unrequited that's the natural state of things like marisette is such an anomaly