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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 years ago

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Do you know any fics that contain highly emotional love making scenes? (where they're really overwhelmed or one of them cries?). Preferably bottomlock? Thank you!(:

Hi Nonny!

OHHHH this is an old one; I started a list WAY back when you sent me this ask, and then I just… kept adding to it. So, I decided because I needed a new fic list, I’m going to finally post it… I’m so sorry that all of these are a mix between top-, switch-, and bottomlock

EMOTIONAL LOVE MAKING

Under The Covers by berlynn_wohl (E, 1,221 w. || Est. Rel., Shy Sherlock, Anal, Fluff) – John would have liked to have the lights on and seen everything, but Sherlock was shy, so they did it this way, always.

Husband by jinglebell (E, 2,003 w. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff) – Sherlock orgasms when John refers to him as ‘husband’.

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Pillow Talk by 221b_hound (E, 2,925 w. || Post-HLV, Est. Rel., Preening Sherlock, Limpet Sherlock, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sex on Furniture, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Fluff, Soft Sherlock) – John gets home late from work and Sherlock is nowhere to be seen. John walks through the flat, distracted by memories of all the excellent sex they’ve been having, and finally finds Sherlock asleep in the upstairs room - apparently having fallen asleep mid-wank while inhaling the scent of John’s pillow. Well, you should always finish what you start, John thinks… Part 3 of Lock and Key

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Untouched by KittieHill (E, 3,239 w. || Kissing, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, Body Worship, Sherlock’s Scars Mentioned, Masturbation, PWP, Rimming) – Sherlock leaked a lot. John had never needed lubricant. John loved watching it, had once spent an entire afternoon edging Sherlock so he could watch as the thick precome drip, drip, dripped onto Sherlock’s belly.

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

In Nomine by Atiki (E, 3,517 w. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Domesticity, Love Confessions, Sherlock Loves John, Overwhelmed Sherlock) – “Alright?” John asks gently, planting a kiss on Sherlock’s left collar bone, smoothing a hand down his chest and belly until it rests in the soft trail of hair below his belly button. John’s smile is all soft and warm. His hand feels tender and solid and real. A soldier’s hand. A surgeon’s hand. A lover’s hand. Oh. “John”, Sherlock gasps. And that’s where it begins. Written for a prompt on the Kink Meme: The only word Sherlock says during sex is “John”.

Stay by msdisdain (M, 3,561 w. || First Kiss / Time, Angst / H/C, Bed Sharing, Nightmares, Blow Jobs, Anal) – John’s nightmares are nothing new. Sherlock’s inability to ignore them, however, is.

Morning Sunlight by slashscribe (E, 3,565 w || PWP, Morning Sex, Fluff, PWP) – A thin band of soft morning light peeks between the curtains and stretches across John’s torso, laying dormant across his forearm, dipping into the space between his arm and his chest, illuminating his right nipple but just brushing the edge of his left, disappearing into his armpit, and reappearing again right over Sherlock’s eyes where his head rests, nestled against John’s shoulder. Sherlock is not annoyed by the light’s intrusion on his sleep, not when it rests so soft and tantalizing on John’s skin, a work of unintentionally erotic art. A PWP with so much emotion.

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to–how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?–Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3,772 w. || Est. Rel., Vulnerable Sherlock, Wedding Anniversary, Anal, Texting, Lingerie) – John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.

Love and Hair Dye by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,920 w. || Est. Rel., Body Worship, Self Conscious John, Voyeurism, Idiots in Love, Smutty Smut) – Self conscious John decides to cover the greys on his head, and the colour isn’t what he thought it would be. Now he’s more self-conscious than ever.

Someone Else’s Heart by thisprettywren (E, 4,188 w. || First Time, H/C, POV Sherlock, Caretaking John, Pining Idiots) – A crime scene, a rainstorm, and something they both should have known all along.

Private Rituals by justacookieofacumberbatch (buffyholic) (E, 4,377 w. || Mastrubation, Anal, Light BDSM, Military Kink) – Sherlock has a very specific masturbation ritual, but what would John think of it?

a violent flash of purple by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 4,749 w. || Sex Toys, Friends to Lovers, PWP, Love Confessions, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock accidentally drops his towel, he ends up revealing a whole lot more than he’d intended.

One Day Like This by nondeducible (E, 4,872 w. || First Time, Bed-Sharing, Romance, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock emerged from the bathroom, the sight before him nearly took his breath away. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. John’s skin shone like gold, his hair like the purest silver. He was on his side, facing the empty part of the bed, his outstretched hands ready to embrace whoever climbed in next to him. Sherlock could imagine, just for a second, that this was their shared bed and he was coming back to settle into John’s arms.

See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981 w. || Oral / Anal Sex, Food, PWP, Fingerfucking) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure. So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

Sleeping next to you by Salambo06 (E, 5,018 w. || ASiB Fic, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal, First Kiss/Time) – Based on an Anonymous Prompt: “So, that scene from ASiB when Mrs H has been attacked by the american CIA guy & John, Sherlock & she are in Mrs H’s kitchen when John says “She’ll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her.” to which Sherlock replies with “no”. John of course suggested that because he cares about her safety, but maybe he also did it cause he /wanted/ that to happen. What if they finally agreed on letting her have John’s or Sherlock’s bed & J&S sleep in the same one?“ Part 12 of Tumblr Collection

Every Little Thing by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 5,066 w. || First Time / Kiss, Fluff, Frottage, Come as Lube, Embarassed Sherlock, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock walks in on John making tea wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer-briefs things get a little heated…physically and emotionally.

all things warm and tender by darcylindbergh (E, 5,177 w. || PWP, Romantic Fluff, Rimming/Anal/BJ’s, Body Worship) – Grinning and giggling, John slides back down under the sheet and pulls it over his head. He finds Sherlock waiting for him, eyes bright and hair wild, the firelight bleeding through the thin fabric, colouring everything in soft peach and topaz, and in that moment he is so suddenly, unexpectedly, ethereally beautiful that John forgets how to breathe.

Strings by EstherShapiro (E, 5,267 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Massage, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Anal, PWP) – Sherlock wakes his doctor up. Was this weird? John was sitting on his bed, late at night, rubbing his hands over another man’s body? That was supposed to be weird, right? Then again, this wasn’t just some man, it was Sherlock. They were so used to each other that John didn’t even think to question it. It wasn’t weird.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Midnight Plowboy by weeesi (E, 5,399 w. || Est. Rel., Fake Vintage Gay Erotica, Anal, PWP, Roleplay) – “Does it feel like I’m sure?” John whispers into Sherlock’s ear. Sherlock swallows again.

Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6,090 w. || First Time, Clueless Sherlock, Texting) – Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.

All the Flavours, Cherry and More by cwb (E, 6,274 w. || Est. Rel., Lip Gloss, Lingerie, Birthday Presents, Insecure Sherlock) – Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn’t disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

Beg for Mercy (Twice) by Solitary_Endeavor (E, 7,060 w. || Est. Rel., Bottomlock, Bearded John, Edging, Rough Sex, Idiots in Love, Canon Compliant) – Sherlock hasn’t left the flat in four days, the itch of impatience beneath his skin too great to allow him to suffer interaction with any human being who isn’t John. This is probably a mercy that goes both ways, as he’s driving even himself mad. Sherlock supposes there is a lesson to be learned here about having himself to blame, but of course he blames Mycroft.

Of Razors, Pipes, Red Notebooks and Rugby Jerseys, Or: Sherlock Doesn’t Like His Doctors Clean Shaven by allonsys_girl (E, 7,313 w. || Est. Rel., PWP / Porn With Feelings, John’s Beard / Beard Kink, Roleplay, Love Declarations, Banter, Rimming, Anal, Domestic Fluff / Bliss, Idiots in Love, Emotional Lovemaking, Pet Names, Obsessive Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock) – John grows a beard. Sherlock really likes it. Part 1 of Consulting Husbands

Coda by SilentAuror (E, 7,448 w. || PWP, POV John, Porn with Feels, Switch, Fluff) – Coda to A Satisfactory Arrangement. “This is all I want to do for the rest of my life,” Sherlock tells him. “Screw the work. Let’s just stay in bed forever.” Part 2 of A Satisfactory Arrangement

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you’re coiled like a spring and ready to be … sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don’t mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E, 7,692 w. || Fake Relationship, Victor Trevor, Jealous John, Miscommunications, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Anal, BJs) – They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

The Very Unlikely Existence of a Flightless Bird in a Tuxedo by cwb (E, 8,829 w. || Poetry, Penguins / Animals / Zoos, First Kiss / Time, Blow / Hand Jobs, Sleepy Cuddles, Endearments, Friendship / Love, Adorable / Sleepy Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock Can’t Say Penguin) – A case at the zoo reveals something John finds cute about Sherlock. A conversation ensues, and so does happy endings.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he’s moved back. He’s on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust.It’s unopened. John’s face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

The Painted Man by jinglebell (E, 9,894 w. || Tattoos, Scent / Tattoo Kink, Rough & Tender Sex, Fluff and Smut, Obsessive / Jealous Sherlock, Touch Starvation) – Here stood John Watson – middle name, Hamish, ex-RAMC captain and field medic, favourite brand of jam: Duerr’s, preferred toothpaste: Mentadent. Loyal, steadfast, interesting John had just done the most unpredictable thing merely by being.John’s body was covered, neck-to-waistband, shoulder-to-elbow, in tattoos.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

The Thin Line by Odamaki (M, 10,809 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Confessions, First Times, Anal) – John swallows. Keeps his eyes on Sherlock. Begs him not to ruin him.Sherlock leans forward over the witness box ever-so slightly, “I was distracted,” he informs the court, “by my partner, John Watson.”

Praise Me by testosterone_tea (E, 11,813 w. || Sherlock POV, Bottomlock, Dev. Rel., Virgin Sherlock, First Kiss / TimeBJ’s, Anal, Praise Kink) – In which Sherlock has an interesting physical reaction to compliments and John discovers it.

the first day of forever by darcylindbergh (E, 11,850 w. || Est. Relationship, Domestics, Light Angst, Insecurity, Emotional H/C) – “I’m going to marry you,” John murmurs with against Sherlock’s smile, and they both giggle in the joy of it. “We’re getting married.”“Yes,” Sherlock says, just to hear himself say it out loud. “We are.” A June wedding. Part 4 of things fairy tales are made of

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w. | Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w. | Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just…he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows.It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

I Need You To See Me by Mssmithlove (E, 12,625 w. || Angst, Amnesia, Soldier!John) – After going back to war, John is yet again invalided home, this time with a broken ankle and a chunk of his memory missing, unable to recall the last five years he’s spent being Sherlock Holmes’ partner and husband. Part 9 of Happiness Awaits

And if you say the word, I could stay with you by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,842 w. || Domestic Fluff, BottomJohn / Topping from the Bottom, Fluff and Romance, Dirty Talk, Proposals) – What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content. What he says is simply, "Marry me.”

Back to the Start by slashscribe (M, 14,088 w. || Sherlock’s Violin, Pining Idiots, Fluff, Domestics) – Sherlock hasn’t played the violin since John’s wedding (which is long since over), and when John returns to 221B, Sherlock relearns the violin as he and John relearn each other. Post S3 fic with an obscene amount of pining, idiocy, and attempts to pawn off tea duties.

Your Eyes in Darkness Glowing by tamed_untranslatable (E, 14,686 w. || Est. Rel., Case Fic, Hotel Sex, Bottomlock, Anal, BJ’s, Porn With Feelings, Homophobia) – Sherlock gets roped into a case in Moscow on his brother’s insistence, but finds that he can’t do it without John.

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w. || POV First Person Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Stroppy Sherlock, Light Humour, Friendship, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Wall Kisses, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending) – Sherlock doesn’t even know why he resents John’s dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don’t let that scare you off!)

In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl (E, 15,590 w. || Victorian AU, Virgin / Demi Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Mild H/C) – Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica [[FAVE!!! MUST READ!!]]

Best of Three by SilentAuror (E, 17,473 w. || POV John, 3G Moment, Porn with Feels, Post HLV, Rimming, Denial, Anal) – “You want to have sex with me,” Sherlock announces one evening about a year after John’s divorce. John’s vigorous denial sparks a three-day wager wherein Sherlock is determined to prove his point, and John is determined to hold onto his heterosexuality. Set well after HLV. (Canon-compliant). PORN. With feels.

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavors) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him.“You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock’s body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn’t as sure…

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.

At the Heart of it All by SilentAuror (E, 19,812 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Post S3, POV John, Domestics, First Time, Kissing, Romance) – John has been back at Baker Street for four months now and thinks it’s about time they had the Talk to see whether or not they could be more than friends. Sherlock has a lot of uncertainty about this concept for multiple reasons. Unabashed romance.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty’s plans? John’s supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn’t understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John’s request.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they’ve made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear for coloredink (E, 26,073 w. || Angst, Drama, Amnesia) – Sherlock would be the last person to describe himself as given to flights of fancy, but at the look on Lestrade’s face he could swear that something inside him curls up and dies. Part 1 of Among the Secret Things

Don’t Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422 w. || Epistolary, Falling in Love, Misunderstandings, Alternate First Meeting) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock’s hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you’re in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you’re the one who lied? How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w. || Alternating POV, MollyxJohn [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon…or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn’t know what Molly’s up to…but he knows he doesn’t like it.

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w. || Post-TRF, First Time, Reunion, Jealous John, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, Sherlock Has a Boyfriend) – When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w. || Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away…

Set in Stone by SilentAuror (E, 39,309 w. || Romance, Wedding, Therapy, Fluff and Angst) – Sherlock and John are back from Ravine Valley and planning their wedding. However, as they move past the trial of the human traffickers, Sherlock can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining that John is becoming a little distant. Surely he isn’t getting cold feet about the wedding… Part 2 of The Ravine Valley series

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w. || Sherlock POV, Aliens, Wordplay, Casefic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

In the Still of the Night by SilentAuror (E, 42,234 w. || S4 Fix It / Post-S4, Sherlock POV, Angst, Drama, Romance, Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Misunderstandings / Miscommunications, Case Fic, Travelling, Pining) – As locals on the Northeastern coast begin to report UFO sightings, life at Baker Street becomes significantly awkward as John brings up his desire for more than friendship and Sherlock refuses him. They embark on the investigation from the confines of the tiny cottage Mycroft has rented for them, attempting to navigate both the clues of the case as well as their own inability to communicate…

Bloody But Unbowed by BeautifulFiction (E, 43,211 w. || Abduction, John Whump, Mild Torture, Background Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Post-TRF / S3 Rewrite, Hurt/Comfort) – When a familiar argument threatens to destroy the last remnants of John and Sherlock’s failing friendship, both men are left questioning their worth to one another. Before either of them has the chance to make amends, circumstance intervenes. John is left at the mercy of his abductors, and this time, he’s not sure Sherlock will bother coming to his rescue.

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficletsThey are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w. || Character Injury, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (M, 53,464 w. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Alternate First Meeting, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst, Hardcore Pining) – It’s the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (E, 54,437 w. || Post S3 || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because…new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride… prepare for blast off. Part 1 of the SpaceBois go to Space series

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock’s first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,883 w. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

The Book of Silence by SilentAuror (E, 60,056 w. || S4 Fix It / Post S4, Virgin Sherlock, Rosie / Parentlock, Domesticity, Fluff, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, First Person POV) – As spring blooms in London, John and Sherlock begin to take new cases and cautiously negotiate this new phase of life with John living at Baker Street again. Despite how well it’s all going, John struggles to forgive himself for the way he treated Sherlock following Mary’s death as well as trying to figure out how to finally put his long-time feelings for Sherlock into words. Part 1 of The Book of Silence/Rosa Felicia

Scars by SilentAuror (E, 60,493 w. || Rape / Non-Con / Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Dub Con Elements, Homophobia, Angst With Happy Ending, Mary is Not Nice) – S3 rewrite, showing Mary’s manipulation of John as he realizes his love for Sherlock. Mary is not having it.

The Moonlight and the Frost by CaitlinFairchild (E, 77,289 w. || Case Fic, Post-HLV, Self Harm, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Oral/Anal/Rimming, Romance, Angst, Mary is Not Nice) – John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary’s betrayal and Sherlock’s deceptions.

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 85,535 w. || Sentinel / Guides AU, Omegaverse, Aventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he’s kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w. || Vampire AU || Bonding, Vampire Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, H/C, John Whump, Magical Realism) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn’t human. His vampirism doesn’t pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school’s Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w. || Alternate Future AU || , Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, H/C, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

To Light Another’s Path by BeautifulFiction (E, 128,654 w. || Post-TGG, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drug Addiction / Recreational Drug Use, First Time / Kiss, Case Fic) – Teaching John to observe seems to be a losing battle, but when Sherlock falls ill and submits himself to John’s care, will he realise that there is more to life than the science of deduction? Meanwhile, there is a murder to solve, and John must try and convince Sherlock not to sacrifice his own health for the sake of the case.

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,869 w. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, H/C, Dub Con, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – “Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?”

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w. || 70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That’s all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition.

MARKED FOR LATER

Eggs and Toast and Love Confessions by allonsys_girl (E, 10,386 w. || Post S3, Love Declarations, Friendship, Oral / Anal Sex, Fingering, Top John / Bottomlock, Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love) – These two really are such idiots, but they figure it out in the end.

Figuring It Out Together by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (E, 18,329 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Demisexual Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Frottage, Shower Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering / Sex, Fluff, Light Plot) – “So, being emotionally intimate makes you want to be physically intimate?” “Yes.” “Okay. And, uh, how far are you interested in going with that?“ (A story in which there is a first time for everything…)

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #emotional love making #fluff and angst #Anonymous #long post #fic rec sunday

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choicessa · 5 years ago

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Falling for you (Bryce x MC)

Pairing: Bryce x MC (Brianna)

Words: ~2300

Summary: They started as ‘friends with benefits’ but what happens when they both will start to fall for each other?

Note: Look who’s back! It took me forever to write something and there were times when I was thinking about stepping away from this fandom forever BUT when life got better and I found inspiration again I realized that fic ideas will come with time and I won’t push myself to write just to write but when I will want to and feel like it. So just fyi I plan on sticking around for a little longer and I hope new fics will appear soon! Meanwhile enjoy this little thing cause I miss my Bryce SO MUCH ;___; Enjoy! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here, just borrowing them. All rights go to Pixelberry Studios.

It was supposed to be a casual deal.

The ‘friends with benefits’ kind of thing. No attachments, no relationships, simple sex, having fun and nothing more. And it was working out just great! None of them wanted anything serious, none of them was ready for an adult relationship, having other things going on in their lives. But they were good friends, both of them attractive, both of them open for new experiences, so after one late at night talk they thought ‘why the hell not’? And that’s how it all started, nights spent together, making out whenever the occasion fitted, bending the rules when they were hiding in the janitor closet in the hospital, kissing, touching, making out like the world was about to end. It was all going on perfectly.

So why the hell did she fall for him?

Brianna bit her lower lip, looking at Bryce’s figure filling the last papers in nurses station, waiting for him, so they could leave together. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was the one who suggested it and the one making sure that this can never turn into anything more serious. And here she was, a fool, falling for a man who was supposed to be just a sex partner. Her eyes moved across his broad figure and a soft smile appeared on her face, involuntarily. He was hot, yes, every inch of his body perfect, but… He was also so much more. Much more than he let anyone see and willing to show this soft side of himself only when he was trusting someone, or in their case, when he was worn out, wrapped in an embrace and half asleep confessing to the things he would probably never said out loud. So caring, so kind, so sweet and so… Perfect. Brianna had to shake her head to focus her thoughts on something else than Bryce. Good God, how deep was she into him? Was it still an innocent crush? Or maybe simple craving of someone’s closeness? Or maybe she was already in a deep trouble, unable to think about him without her heart beating like crazy in her chest?

Bryce finally gave back the papers, said goodbye to the nurses and turned around, now smiling to Brianna before he moved towards her figure waiting at the entrance. She was thinking about telling him dozens of times, hundreds even but whenever moment was fitting, she always chickened out, being afraid of destroying what they already had. Because what was the point when he clearly didn’t want anything deeper? That’s why he agreed to that deal, that’s why the both established no more than ‘benefits’. And if she was meant to lose him one day, she didn’t want this to be caused by her own stupid heart and feelings.

“Ready to go?”

Brianna smiled and nodded and walking arm to arm they left the building together.

“I was wondering, maybe we should try that new pub across the street? One of the interns said they have the greatest burgers in the entire city!”

“You got me at pub thing.” Brianna joked.

“Ohhhh I know all of your weaknesses Dr. Spencer.” He smirked, leaning a bit closer towards her. “Especially how much you enjoy when I…”

“Okay, shhh! Someone can hear us!”

“Ashamed of me?”

“Of course not! But maybe I don’t want other people to know my weaknesses!”

“As lady wish.” He opened the door for her and let her go first but as soon as they both stepped out, they stopped in their tracks.

It was raining.

A heavy downpour falling from the sky, the wall of rain in front of their eyes making it practically impossible to take a walk anywhere.

“Well… Here go our plans…” Bryce sighed, putting hands into pockets of his jacket.

“Ohh, don’t tell me that Dr Bryce Lahela is afraid of a little rain…” Brianna teased him, taking a step back, towards the rain.

“Let just say I am not a fun of getting wet that way.” He smirked.

“Ohh, that’s a shame…” With a theatrical sigh Brianna stepped out right into middle of the street, squinting when rain started to fell on her face.

“Now what on earth are you doing?”

“Enjoying the rain.” She said simply, smiling to him. “Wanna join me?”

“No, thanks, I have a better view from this place.”

“Your loss.” Closing her eyes she spread out her arms and with her head held high she put her face towards the sky, clearly enjoying the feeling of raindrops on her face.

Bryce didn’t say a single word, just watching her, taking this moment to finally look at her, without interruptions, without being afraid of being noticed and without her knowledge. And the longer he was looking, the bigger was smile on his face at the sight of this girl, just enjoying standing in this cold rain, right in front of his eyes. He was so different than he thought. When she first suggested their ‘deal’ Bryce was equally surprised and happy to do that, after all he was only a human and when a hot girl was proposing such a deal who was he to say ‘no’? But after spending days, weeks, months with her, almost every night with her by his side, not only got he used to her closeness but also realized that when he had a chance to get to know her better… She was just the girl he was looking for. They shared similar interest, yet still were different to keep each other on their toes; her smile infectious, her mind brilliant, her heart kind and tender and in all of this, she was still capable of having some fun, never saying no to any of his crazy ideas. And before he could realize it with full strength he was already falling for her and he was falling fast and hard…

“You’re something else…” He said suddenly and Brianna opened one of her eyes to look at him briefly.

“I take it as a compliment.” She smiled.

“It was one.” Bryce raised corner of his lips, leaning against the wall.

So many times he was imagining the moment of telling her how he really feels, the moment when he would admit how deeply he fell for her and every time he thought he was ready, speech prepared, scenario played out thousand times in his mind, he never could, too afraid of failure, too afraid of rejection, too afraid of losing her because he was stupid enough to fall for her.

But how long was he capable of pretending that things could stay like they were before? How long before she finds a man she will consider love of her life? How long before he will lose her forever?

„I want more.” Words left his lips almost against his will and after he spoke them out loud, Bryce bit down his lower lip.

Fuck.

He wasn’t planning on saying it so casually, hell, he wasn’t even playing on saying it at all. But when he was looking at her right now, so carefree, so happy, a wide smile on her lips, her eyes shining happily, when she was twirling in a pouring rain, he just couldn’t resist and before he knew what was happening he already blurted out his biggest secret.

For a moment he was almost paralyzed, holding his breath, afraid that his stupidity destroyed everything they had but to his surprise Brianna turned around and just looked at him, not even with surprise but with a huge grin appearing on her face.

“More?” She repeated. “I thought you were the one suggesting we should slow down and not do it everywhere.” Her eyebrow lifted as if in challenge and Bryce couldn’t resist but snorted softly, shaking his head with amusement.

She didn’t get what he meant.

She was thinking it was all about their deal and for a moment wave of relief flooded him, that kind of relief that what he said didn’t actually destroyed anything and that misunderstanding was a very good thing for him. But on the other hand… His eyes swept across her figure once again and corners of his lips lifted in a smile, someone could even call it a dreamy one. Bryce Lahela was a man of many things and many faults but he was never a coward. And what he was doing right now? It was choosing an easier path, a cowardly one and he was a person who was always choosing the hard one, against all of the odds, no matter what anyone was telling him. He knew it was either now or living for the rest of his live with regrets of never trying.

“I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about us.”

For a moment he thought that his silent and soft words didn’t reach her ears in the hum of the rain but after a few seconds Brianna slowly turned her head and looked at him, a pure shock replacing her smile and her eyes wide opened.

“What?” She asked, taking one step towards him.

“I want more.” He repeated, taking his hands out of his pockets and slowly moving towards her. “I want to take you on dates, to the cinema, to the bowling, have dinner with you in a nice restaurant…” Another step and another, when Brianna was like frozen, capable of only looking at him approaching her. “I want to hold your hand when we walk through the city, take a long walks with you late at night and hold you tight when you get cold…” Another step when he walked right into pouring rain, squinting when raindrops started to hit his eyes. “I want to be with you, Brianna. But not like friends, not like friends with benefits.” He stopped right in front of her and smiled warmly at her, when she raised her eyes and looked at him, taking a shuddering breath, almost a gasp. “I want to be yours and your only…”

They kept on looking at each other, no words, just silence and their proximity until finally Bryce reached out to her, his fingers brushing skin on her cheeks when he tucked a few wet strands of her hair behind her ear.

“We had a deal.” Brianna said quietly.

“I know.” His smile was almost apologetic. “But somewhere along the way…” He shrugged, his fingers still playing with her hair. “I can’t explain it, it just… happened.” Another shrug.

Another moment of silence fell between them, interrupted only by the rain and once again Bryce was the one to break it.

“I know it’s asking for a lot and it’s something you probably didn’t want but if you could just give us a chance and think about, I…”

“Yes.” She interrupted him and Bryce closed his mouth raising his brow at her.

“Yes as… it is asking for a lot? Or yes, you will think of it?”

“It means that I… I…” Brianna swallowed hard, gathering all of her courage before she opened her mouth again. “I feel the same way about you…”

Now Bryce was the one surprised by her words, blinking with shock at her confession.

“So why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because I knew it was stupid! We had a deal, we established none of us wants a serious relationship and we had a great time so I thought why destroying it with something that stupid?”

“Feelings aren’t stupid, Bri…”

“But we had a deal! And I’d rather have you only as a friend than lose you forever so that’s why I didn’t want to say anything…”

“You thought I could never fell for you?”

Brianna shrugged, looking away from him.

“Let’s just say there are others of pretty girls you could have instead of me…”

“But I want you.” His smiled softly at her, once again putting a hand on her cheek and gently brushing her skin there. “And only you…” Not waiting for her reply he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

Her lips were soft and warm, feeling even better than ever before, their kisses now full of emotions, of feelings they were both denying for such a long time, their breaths mixing together when their mouth met again and again, once they started, never wanting to stop. It felt almost like eternity back then, when they lost time, lost themselves in each other’s kisses, touches, scents… Limbs together, trying to pull the other person even closer, trying to eliminate every existing space between them, his hands on her waist and her back, pressing her warm body closer to him and hers, sinking into his hair, tangling between his strands, gently stroking them, feeling his heartbeat against her chest, both of their hearts beating in the same rhythm now. Brianna felt his tongue on her lower lip, asking for permission, the one she willingly gave. A soft moan escaped her mouth when their tongues met, their kisses more heated, more urgent now. None of them was sure how long they were standing there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, kissing, hugging, in the middle of the street, in the pouring rain finally truly finding each other, finally admitting to what they were feeling for such a long time. Until finally the lack of air was too much and they parted, arms still around each other, foreheads together, their heavy breaths mixing.

“You mentioned burgers before?” Brianna murmured against his lips and Bryce smiled, brushing his nose against hers.

“I might have.”

“Wanna grab some and go to my place?”

Bryce smiled, grabbing her hand, their fingers casually lacing together, as if their hands were meant for each other, fitting together perfectly.

“Whatever lady demands…”

#bryce x mc #open heart #oh #bryce lahela #open heart fanfic #look who's back #and for once bringing more fluff than angst #I wrote it in one sitting #just needed to put it all out #so forgive any mistakes #choicessa writes #choicessa fanfiction #and ofc I hope you will like it #it's been too looong #pixelberry #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #choices stories you play

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nixmatize · 5 years ago

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Making room for someone new (chapter 6)

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Today’s submission for @marigami-week, under the prompt “First Date/First Kiss.” Only two more days to go!

Marinette exhaled, trying to get her nerves under control. She wanted so badly for everything about today to be perfect. Last night, she went to sleep the earliest she has since the schoolyear started, so that she would wake up early; she already ate a full breakfast and brushed her teeth twice; she had on one of her current favotire outfits of a pink buttoned blouse tucked into a dark embroidered skirt.

And, most importantly, the bouquet of flowers Marinette had agonized over choosing. Red and orange, for her admiration of Kagami’s fierce, bold personality. The vivid roses at the base were framed with a splash of small pink blossoms, a choice that perfectly matched the pink blush that had touched Marinette’s face all morning.

Altogether, the bouquet was quite unconventional, but so was Kagami. Marinette didn’t want her to be normal, to act like everyone else, to be another Adrien. When Marinette had taken the time to really think through her feelings, she realized something she should have known all along; she just really, really likes Kagami for herself.

After that realization, she came across the harder question: how to actually ask Kagami on a date.

When he had been chasing Adrien, she had been a nervous wreck around him all the time, stumbling over her words and flailing gracelessly. With Kagami, something was different – maybe it was the fact that Marinette crually got to befriend her before developing a crush, rather than just diving in head-first, but even with her newly discovered feelings, she was always able to feel comfortable around the other girl.

Marinette had liked Adrien, but some part of her had always wanted to keep herself away from him, so she didn’t make a fool of herself in front of her crush. With Kagami, it was the opposite. Every part of Marinette was just pulling herself closer to Kagami. She would gladly seem foolish if it meant she got Kagami to laugh, to smile that secretive smile of hers.

Although she was determined to try, Marinette couldn’t decide how to go about confessing until yesterday. She had thought that a small, private gesture would be best, just something that Kagami could brush off as a joke if she wasn’t interested in Marinette like that.

Marinette had shown up to Kagami’s fencing practice still unsure.

When she sat there in the audience, she had not been expecting to come up with the answer; however, it seemed that Mme. Tsurugi was a lot like her daughter: direct, and with little patience for dancing around the issue at hand.

Marinette’s face warmed with embarrassment at the memory, how Mme. Tsurugi had so effortlessly called her out on her crush. She would say she regretted being so obvious, especially since Marinette had thought Mme. Tsurugi would forbid her interest in her daughter, but…

That’s not what happened at all.

Rather than trying to get Marinette to stay away, Mme. Trsurugi confessed that she thought Marinette was good for her daughter. Apparently having a friend, a confidante, a support, someone worth fighting for only drove Kagami to be better.

And Mme. Tsurugi had given Marinette a blessing to pursue her daughter, ending with two pieces of advice: Kagami had always wanted someone to be unafraid to choose her in front of others, and that hesitating was only hurting both of them more than it was helping.

In retrospect, Marinette supposed this advice does make sense. She was not blind to how others treated Kagami. To her shame, she, too, had once referred to Kagami as the “Ice Queen.” Even Adrien, Kagami’s first friend, seemed to put everyone else in his life before her, making little to no effort to interact with her at times not scheduled by their families.

She supposed that in the face of all of that, having someone willing to choose you in front of so many peers who had always brushed you aside would be preferable. Not only would it show Kagami that Marinette adored her, but also that she was very happy to say that in front of anyone, even those who would judge her for her choice.

And, Marinette supposed, fidgeting with the flowers to get them just right, even if Kagami didn’t feel the same way and turned her down, having someone willing to give her flowers would surely be a positive boost to other’s opinions of her. A true Ice Queen wouldn’t draw admirers, so maybe they’d see that Kagami was so much more than that.

Finally satisfied with the arrangement, Marinette carefully picked it up, stepping downstairs holding the flowers. There were fifteen minutes until Kagami’s fencing practice let out this morning; enough time to take her time walking there, making sure she didn’t injure the flowers or rush her confession.

When she made it into the back of the bakery, her parents turned to look at her. Her maman was a bit dewy-eyed at seeing her daughter, and her papa’s face split into one of the widest grins she had ever seen.

“There’s my little girl,” her father said. “All grown up and ready to take on the world.”

Marinette’s blush deepened under her parent’s attention. Her maman brought over a small paper bakery bag, the smell of fresh-baked treats already wafting out. It was warm in Marinette’s hand.

Marinettes mother pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “A perfect comlement to the flowers, my dear. And Marinette?” “Yes?” Her mother smiled. “Good luck.”

With that last comment, Marinette nodded and left the bakery, allowing her parents to return back to work. She took a deep breath of the brisk air, carefully lutching both the treats and the flowers close to herself as she crossed the street and came up the the school doors.

Three minutes until fencing practice let out for the morning, and Kagami would almost certainly follow her usual routine of passing through the main courtyard to get back to her car and off.

Marinette stepped into the courtyard, squaring her shoulders. Kagami doesn’t hesitate, and neither would she.

However, in all of her planning for this morning, there was a critical detail she had overlooked: her friends would see her with the flowers before she had the chance to give them to Kagami. Marinette hadn’t even registered this as a potential problem until she heard the squeal from off to one side, and then saw the crush of girls run up to meet her, led by a very overly-enthusiastic Rose.

“Ohhhh, guys, it’s finally happening,” Rose shouted, voice two octaves above the range of a regular human, “she’s finally confessing to Adrien!”

Marinette had completely forgotten that people thought she still had a crush on Adrien. Her friends were just… overenthusiastic, in that they fought so hard for “S.S. Adrienette” despite any outside signals to stop. When Marinette first began to move on, way back when Adrien first told her of his interest in Kagami rather than herself during the disasterous ice-rink double date, she had accepted his choice and been willing to begin the process of moving on, but the other girls saw that as giving up.

To them, she and Adrien seemed to be the only acceptable pairing. She appreciated them wanting her to be happy, but their overzealous involvement in her love life could often be detrimental rather than helpful. She had never brought up her burgeoning crush on Kagami, because she knew most of them would see her moving on as giving up and only try harder to push her and Adrien together.

It had worked out nicely up until that point, because nobody had tried to push her into confessing for a while. But now, flowers in hand for Kagami, she regretted that choice for the first time, because Marinette did not want them pushing her at Adrien when she was trying to confess to someone else.

“Well, uh – actually – it’s not about-”

“Dont worry girl,” Alya cut her off, giving her usual exasperated look whenever Marinette used to fumble when it came to the topic of Adrien. Marinette wished she could see that that wasn’t what this was about, but she found herself unable to speak as they continued to flutter around her. “We’ll make sure nothing goes wrong today!”

“The perfect confession!” Mylène added, accpeting a high five from Rose for her statement.

From the back of the group, Lila glared with focused vitriol at Marinette, unable to sabotage the confession in front of a group so deditated to making it happen, but still very obviously against the idea of Adrien receiving flowers from Marinette this morning.

Huh, Marinette thought, this might be the one moment we ever agree on anything.

Behind her, she could hear a door opening, the fencing students leaving the gym, some to go home and some to go to class. Most looked tired still, with freshly-toweled hair after their short showers and the squints of students who were thinking only of their soft bed after a hard early-morning practice.

Adrien walked out into the courtyard, and her friend’s excited whispers only grew in volume seeing him.

However, Marinette only had eyes for the girl that exited behind him: gorgeous dark hair, brown eyes, a small smattering of freckles over her nose - how could Marinette look at anyone else right now?

Kagami saw Marinette, seeming ready to wave a friendly greeting across the courtyard before her eyes caught on the fiery array of colors Marinette clutched to her chest. A small wrinkle formed between her brow, before her eyes widened.

Marinette stepped that way, drawn without conscious thought. She could do this, she would do this. She was ready to confess to Kagami, for better or for worse.

Her friends were chattering behind her, and even the other students scattered throughout the courtyard were watching, rapt. Marinette’s crush on Adrien had been well know thanks to her obvious (so obvious, if he hadn’t been so oblivious) nervousness and persistent blush whenever she used to talk to him. Now her face radiated a serene sense of joy, which only had the students wondering even more.

“She’s about to confess to Adrien!” some fangirl shouted from across the way. If Marinette had been watching his face, she would have seen the rapid fire switch from shock, to realization, to a dopey smile so large that he looked almost manic in his glee. If she had been paying attention at all, she would have seen how he stepped forward with his chest puffed out, excited to receive another love confession to add to his long list of girls that liked Adrien Agreste.

But she wasn’t looking at him, so instead she saw the way Kagami’s attention flashed at the fangirl’s comment. After, Kagami’s face carefully locked, eyes going hard, jaw muscle tense, and eyebrows set in place. It was the expression she made when trying to hide her real feelings, when channeling the “Ice Queen” that felt nothing at all.

Seeing Kagami’s distress only made Marinette step up her pace.

When she stepped right around Adrien, a shocked hush fell over the courtyard. Adrien blinked after her, startled, and her friends’ jaws dropped open.

To Marinette, none of this mattered. She was only looking at Kagami.

“Here,” she said, face turning an interesting scarlet. “It’s – these are for you.”

Kagami took the flowers and bag tentatively, as though she thought Marinette would try to snatch them away at any moment. She looked down into the bouquet, eyes wide. The mix of warm colors complemented her perfectly, highlighting the heat touching her cheeks and the warmth in her eyes.

Kagami stared down at the flowers for a long moment, and Marinette felt her nerves returning. This was obviously a mistake, Kagami only thought of her as a friend – and now it would be awkward, and then she would get Married to Adrien and never speak to Marinette again and Marinette would be alone and--

Her thought process was cut off as Kagami grabbed a handful of Marinette’s pink shirt and hauled her into a kiss. It was clear that Kagami didn’t have any experience, because their noses clased and their teeth clicked, until Marinette turned her head just slightly, pressing a chaste kiss to her mouth before pulling away.

Around them the courtyard erupted into conversations, smattered with a few students cheering for the two. However, Kagami and Marinette were lost in their own world, nearly deaf to those around them.

Although Marinette had been the one to bring the gifts to Kagami, and had a long confession planned out, she found herself struck entirely speechless.

Conversely, Kagami seemed newly revived. She smiled dopily, terrifying the students around her who had never seen her face morph into anything that could be described as even vaguely amused before.

Kagami moved the bag of baked goods over to the hand holding the flowers, and used her newly free hand to gently grab Marinette’s. “I would like to date you. You are amenable, yes?”

Marinette just nodded dumbly.

However, that seemed to be enough fro Kagami, who gave Marinette’s hand one last squeeze before releasing it. “Good, I will text you. I look forward to it.”

She stepped as though ready to pass Marinette, but then paused an turned back. Her expression was open, unguarded, vulnerable, and Marinette somehow found herself even more enchanted at the sight. “This was perfect, Marinette. Thank you.”

With that last comment, Kagami turned to walk to her car.

Marinette was still stuck in place when her classmates began to come up to her.

Nino seemed almost alarmed when he said, “I’ve never seen you smile that wide before, dude.”

Marinette reached her fingertips up to her mouth, only to realize that, yes, her face was stuck in a big grin. She was just so happy, there was no way she’d be able to pull off anything resembling “normal” for a long time.

A few of her other classmates congratulated her, but most of them seemed too shocked to do more than watch her warily, as though she would reveal herself to be an akumatized fake at any moment. Instead, all she did was sigh, eyes staring dreamily at where Kagami had left.

One of the last to come up was Adrien. He had a small kind smile on his face, the same smile that made Marinette fall in love with him once upon a time. Now, though, she was just glad that her friend was happy (and in this case, happy for her).

“Congratulations, Marinette. You and Kagami are both smart, brave, and talented – I’m sure you’ll make an unstoppable pair.” He laughed lightly, “for a moment, I thought the flowers were for me, and I was very flattered… but I can see how good Kagami is for you, so I’m glad you made a choice that would make you happy, instead.”

“Thanks, Adrien,” Marinette said, turning her smile towards him. “You’re a really good friend.”

Marinette went to class, even though she knew she wouldn’t focus for the entire day. Though no actual learning would get done, she could forsee plenty of notebook pages full of various hearts being made today.

As she entered the room, she looked down and caught the eye of the little god peering out of her purse. Tikki smiled at her, and Marinette smiled back. From somewhere next to Tikki, her phone buzzed.

K: I am free this afternoon, for our fist date. <3

#marigami #kagaminette #marinette dupain cheng #kagami tsuguri #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #making room for someone new #MADwriting

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the-fangirl-lorax · 7 years ago

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Reaction: Your lips taste sweet.

Request: Bts reacts to your lips tasting sweet? (Sorry if that’s a bit weird)

~Bts reaction.

(Gifs not mine. Credit to original poster/owner).

Kim Seokjin:

You and Jin would be cooking something to help him unwind after a long day of practice. Every time he turned his back you’d quickly lick some of the cake mix off your fingers, making sure he didn’t see so he wouldn’t give out to you for “wasting his delicious food” and go on a rant about how you didn’t appreciate his superior cooking skills. After putting the cake in the oven he rested his head against the shelf and let out a deep sigh. You pushed yourself up onto the counter and started staring at him, taking a moment to appreciate your beautiful boyfriend. He looked up and caught you staring and a slight blush crept across your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. He pulled back almost immediately, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Jagi?” He asked. “Hmmm?” you answered, slipping off the counter, already knowing he’d caught on. “Why do your lips taste…sweet?” “I don’t know what you mean,” you shrugged innocently. “Don’t lie to me, I know my food.” He stepped closer. “And I know my own cake mix.” You prepared yourself for another rant but instead he leaned in again, and the kiss lasted a lot longer this time. You were slightly breathless when he drew back, a cocky smile on his lips. “I knew I was a good cook.”

Min Yoongi:

You knew the rules when you were sick. Yoongi was an idol, and being sick meant not preforming. You didn’t want to be the reason he couldn’t do something he loved so you had both come up with a set of rules to stop that from happening. But you had to admit not being able to see him while battling a chest infection was hard and even though you’d never give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it, you missed him. You were feeling better, but you told him to stay away to be on the safe side. You figured one more day of sleeping on the couch should put you right. The next thing you knew you were being shaken awake and you groggily opened your eyes to see Yoongi smiling at you. You first instinct was to hug him but instead you pushed him back. “What are you doing?!?!!?” “Calm down,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m only checking in, just don’t cough on me.” You sighed and brushed your hair out of your face. You checked the time and realised you’d forgotten about your medicine completely. “Can you please just pass me the bottle beside you?” you asked. “You’re pretty unenthusiastic for someone who hasn’t seen their boyfriend in days,” he picked up the bottle, glancing at the label. “Ugh, medicine.” “I have an excuse for being unenthusiastic…for once, I’m sick!” you replied “And I actually don’t mind that medicine, it’s really sugary.” You poured the medicine onto the spoon and took it. “Unfortunately I meant it when I said I was just checking in, I literally have to go back right now.” Out of instinct he leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips to say goodbye. You laughed at the puzzled face he made when he drew back. “What??” you asked. “Your lips are really sweet” he said “What..? Oh! the medicine,” you realised, wiping your sleeve across your mouth. “You’re right it’s actually nice!” he said. “Or was it your lips? Let my try again!” He leaned in but you pushed him back. “No! You’re not getting sick because of me!” He fell back and picked up the bottle of medicine, putting a drop on his finger. Before you could stop him he licked the drop off his finger and shook his head in over dramatic disappointment. “I knew it!” he said. “It’s not the same.”

Kim Namjoon:

You looked up at the menu of his favourite coffee shop. You already knew what to get him but you weren’t really in the mood for your usual coffee. You saw there was a toasted marshmallow hot chocolate and figured you’d try it. Roughly 5 minutes later you were opening the door to the studio as quietly as possible as not to disturb him. His forehead was pressed against the table but you knew he wasn’t asleep as his fingers were drumming a steady beat against the table. You recognised the signs of writer’s block all too well so you silently placed his coffee in front of him. You pulled up the other office chair and started drinking your hot chocolate. A minute later he let out a deep sigh and looked up at you, taking a sip of his coffee. “Don’t pressure yourself,” you said. “What are you writing about? Maybe I can help?” “That’s exactly the problem!” he said. “I have no idea what to write about! It feels like I’ve already done everything,” he sighed. “Maybe I should just give up for today,” he said. Before he could go back to his finger drumming state you took hold of his chin, pulling his face up so he was looking directly into your eyes. “Don’t worry,” you said. “You are my genius boyfriend and you will always think of something.” He smiled and closed the distance between you two. He pulled back pretty fast and the side of his mouth was lifted in a smile. “How do your…” he said “What?” you asked nervously. “How do your lips taste so sweet?” he laughed. “Oh!” you said, laughing with him. “I tried a new drink,” you said, lifting your cup and shaking it in front of him. “Hmmmm I like it!” he said kissing you again, for longer this time. Eventually you pushed him away, putting a hand up to your cheek to hide it’s redness. “Stop!” you said. “Your coffee’s getting cold!” “I think I’ve found something I prefer,” he grinned. Suddenly a thoughtful look came across his face, his smile widening. “I’ve never written a song about a girl with sweet lips…”

Jung Hoseok:

Dancing with Hobi was one of your favourite ways to spend your time, and It’s how you’d spend most of your time together. After another few hours of dancing together, you collapsed into a heap against the mirror at the back of the room, completely out of breath. You picked up your bottle of black currant and drained the entire thing. You leaned back and watched your boyfriend dance, admiring his natural talent. After a few minutes he stopped the music and plopped down beside you. He took a minute to get his breath back, he was clearly exhausted. He sighed and put his head in your lap. “Hobi!” you protested, “Get off.” “Can’t,” he replied. “I have been put into a dance coma and the only way to wake me up is true love’s kiss!” You suppressed a smile and pretended to be annoyed. “Is this the only way you’ll get off me???” He didn’t reply, just pursed his lips and made kissy noises at you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, then leaned down to give him what was supposed to be a quick peck but before you could pull back, he sat up and put his hand on the back of your neck without breaking the kiss. You eventually pulled yourself away putting your hands up to hide your flushed cheeks. “What was that?” asked Hoseok, a curious look on his face. “What was what?!?!?” you demanded, still slightly flustered over how quickly the kiss had escalated. “Your lips! They taste…I don’t know, sweet?” “What?” you said confused. You thought for a moment then realised; “Ohhhh, I brought blackcurrant as a drink instead of water.” “I like it!” he replied “Can I have some?” “Sorry, all gone,” you replied, shaking the empty bottle in his face. “No faaaiiiiiiirrrrr!!!!!” he screeched, marking the beginning of another Hobi tantrum. “You owe me another kiss!”

Park Jimin:

You had just put the last spoon of chocolate cake in your mouth when he came back from the bathroom and sat back down opposite you. His eyes widened when he saw your empty plate. “Are you my girlfriend or a vacuum?” he asked. “It’s not my fault!” you defended. “It was just too delicious!” Jimin tutted. “Well now I’ll never know, I had wanted want to try some.” “Don’t try guilt tripping me!” you protested. “I offered you some before you went to the toilet and you said you were too full for dessert anyway!” You asked for the bill and a few minutes of playful bickering later you had moved on and were leaving the restaurant. You shivered as you stepped out into the cold night air and Jimin shyly took your hand as you started walking. As usual time spent with him flew by and before you knew it you were standing outside your apartment block. “I’d stay for a bit but I have to get up early for practice tomorrow,” he said, taking on an apologetic tone. “It’s fine,” you said. “I understand,” you smiled to reassure him. He put one hand to the side of your face and kissed you. Barely into the kiss, he started giggling. You pulled back and he fell back, laughing properly now. “What is it?” you asked. “You were right,” he giggled. “That chocolate cake really was delicious,” You put your hand up to your mouth and giggled with him. “Can you actually taste it?” you giggled. “Yep” he grinned, then leaned in to give you a quick peck. “I guess I got to try it after all!”

Kim Taehyung:

Tae led you by the hand, and even though you trusted him completely you were very conscious of the fact that you were wearing a blindfold in, judging from what you could hear, some kind of public park. “Are we almost there?” you asked. “Seriously, people are going to think that we’re weird!!!” He laughed. “We are weird,” he replied. “Aaaand we’re just about here…” Suddenly you felt something brush against your face. You spluttered and flailed a bit, stopping when you heard Tae laughing at you. “OK,” he said, taking a breath to stop himself from laughing. “You can take off the blindfold.” You slipped it over your head and saw that the thing that had brushed against your face was a willow branch reaching all the way to the ground. You were standing in the middle of the willow tree, surrounded by it’s drooping branches, the sunlight creeping in through gaps. “Wow,” you said, breath-taken. “That’s not all,” Tae smiled. He took your hand and led you around to the other side of the trunk, where a blanket had been laid out with food on top. “Tae…” you said, overcome by how much thought he had put into this. “I’ve been so busy lately and I wanted to make it up to you,” he shrugged. “Now sit down and eat!”

******

A little while later you were eating strawberries, your head in his lap. His eyes were closed and you were both just enjoying a quiet moment together. He opened his eyes to see you eating the last strawberry, the clean plate beside you. “Wow I didn’t get to even try one of the strawberries, you demolished them!” he said. “You should get more while they’re in season, they’re amazing,” you replied. “I didn’t even know they were in season,” he confessed. “Well they are, trust me,” you replied. He smiled. “I do”. He leaned down to kiss you, but he pulled back quickly his head cocked in curiosity. “What?” you asked, sitting up. Without answering he kissed you again, properly this time. When he pulled back he was grinning. “What is it?” you asked. He attacked you with several quick kisses around your lips, making you giggle. “I thought I imagined it the first time but I guess I didn’t,” he shook his head. “Well, now I can agree, strawberries are definitely in season.”

Jeon Jungkook:

You knew this was going to happen again when you made plans to spend the day together. You and Jungkook were way too competitive and you’d often try to settle matters with competitions upon competitions. You had gone to the park to play a casual game of basketball, which turned into an aggressive 1 on 1, ending in a tie. This led to a race, then a soccer match… and before you knew it several hours had passed and you were both about to collapse because of the heat and pure exhaustion from your mini Olympics. You had started walking back to his place, and you were still insisting he had cheated in the first game of basketball. He rolled his eyes. “Okay Okay, will you just drop it now?” He looked around and saw an ice cream truck. “OK if I buy you ice cream can we forget the match and move on?” You jokingly mulled it over. “Hmmmm… no but you’re going to buy it anyway,” you smiled and pushed him towards the van, knowing he already knew what you wanted. A few minutes later you were sitting on a bench together. “Well we can agree on one thing,” he said. You tilted your head at him “And what is that?” He put the last of his ice cream in his mouth. “I’m better at picking ice cream flavours.” “OH MY GOD!” you sat back “Does everything have to be a competition with you?!?!” “Only because you won’t admit I’m better than you at anything,” he replied defensively. “And I’m better than you at everything.” “Okay number 1….” you continued on in a rant about how he was wrong but rather than listening he rolled his eyes and kissed you to shut you up. A bit into the kiss he pulled back laughing. “What is it?” you asked. “Well,” he said tilting his head. “I hate to admit this but,” he gave you a peck on the lips. “I can’t deny it,” he shook his head. “You might be right about being better about picking ice cream flavours.” ~admin-coffee-addict.

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hannahindie · 7 years ago

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Freaky Friday: Part 1

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Becka (Ohhhh Becka lol) Word Count: 1,853 Warnings: Mention of insinuated sexy times, total confusion, and the misuse of both Gryffindor robes and a Zorro mask. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. A/N: I wrote this for @melissaj616‘s celebration challenge! My prompt was ‘body swap’. This is the first part of the series, so keep an eye out for updates. Beta’d by the always wonderful @trexrambling and @pinknerdpanda because they are the actual best. Love youuuu. As always, tags are at the bottom, and if you find that you are missing or would like to be added, please let me know!

Dean’s POV

I'm dying. I'm actually dying. I don't remember what the hell happened last night, but mistakes were made. My eyes feel like someone held them open and poured sand into them, and I think I can actually hear my eyelids move when I blink. I can hear running water, and I remember that not all of last night was a mistake. A little 'hair of the dog' should do the trick if I can manage to pull my face off this pillow. Oh God, it's bright in here. Why is it so damn bright? The water turns off and I smile to myself. The good part of my night is about to walk through that bathroom door, and I'm going to turn my good night into a good morning. I watch as the bathroom door slowly opens and that is not the leggy blonde I went home with. It's Y/N. What the hell is she wearing, and why is she looking at me like that? Are those...are those Harry Potter robes?

She leans against the doorway and slowly slips her bare leg through the front slit of the robes. All I can manage to croak out is a quiet, “What?”

“Mornin’, sleepyhead. Are you ready?”

Ready for what? I'm about 99% sure I don't want to know what I'm supposed to be ready for.

I clear my throat, “R-ready for what?” Stuttering is not normally a problem for me, but it's like my mouth forgets how to form words as I watch Y/N slip herself down the door frame like she's grinding a stripper pole.

“Opening my Chamber of Secrets, big boy.” Y/N is slowly making her way towards the bed and, I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little torn. It's not like I hadn’t thought about her like that when she first met up with us, but it's Y/N. I can't do this.

I sit up and scoot towards the far side of the bed, “Hold on there, Hermione, I’m not sure what brought this on, but let's just think about this for a minute.” She's smiling at me like she knows a secret, and I can tell my eyes are about as wide as they can get.

“Oh, we’re going with Hermione? That’s fine, I thought we'd decided on Luna this time, but if you want to change it up, Hermione it is.” What the hell does she mean, this time? Now she's at the end of the bed, and from this angle I can tell she's not wearing a damn thing under those robes. Hmm. Maybe I could...dammit Dean, quit thinking with your dick.

“Listen, I don't know what you're talking about-”

Y/N climbs onto the bed and begins slowly crawling towards me, her eyes sparkling. I've seen that look, and if I don't move, I'm not going to have much of a choice in what happens next. “Don't you want to tame my whomping willow, Longbottom?” she says with a wink. Longbottom? How much did this woman have to drink?

“Y/N, don't get me wrong, taming your whomping willow would be an excellent way to spend my morning, but I gotta be honest, I think you might still be drunk.”

She pauses for a second as if contemplating why I might be brushing her off, but grins again, “Playing hard to get are we, Neville? Come on, make me scream like a mandrake, show me how good you are at catching that golden snitch.” She launches herself at me, and I shove backwards. My hands grab nothing but air and both of us fall off the bed and hit the floor hard. Holy shit, that hurt. Y/N is on top of me and...oh Jesus, the robe is open. There they are, her perfect, pale breasts are right there just begging to be licked or sucked or just touched. I feel a twitch down below and I practically throw her off of me.

“Nope. Nope nope nope. Not today, this is not...no.” I hurriedly gather up my clothes and shove my shoes on as I pull my t-shirt over my head, “I gotta go. I can't be in here right now.”

Y/N is looking at me with big eyes, a look of equal parts confusion and hurt on her face, “Did I do something wrong? I don't understand...I thought that's what you wanted? It's not like that's the first time…”

I look at her, eyebrows raised, “First, when did something like that ever seem like something I'd want to do? And two, we've never done anything like that. Not even a little bit. You...I… this isn't a thing. I wasn’t even here last night.” She looks like she's about to cry, and I don't want to leave her but I need air. “I'll be back later.” I leave before she can answer and head toward where the Impala should be and stopping when I find the spot empty. Well, this isn't good. I'm standing there looking around like an idiot when I catch my reflection in the window of the room I'm standing in front of. The first thing I notice is the shirt I'm wearing only reaches my belly button. As my eyes travel up, I realize that I'm also somehow taller than before. That's when my eyes meet with my reflection’s, and I realize why I don't remember coming back here.

It's because I'm not Dean, I'm Sam.

Son of a bitch.

Sam’s POV

I have been woken up many ways over the years; gentle sunlight as shines in my eyes through dusty curtains, monsters punching me in the face, the soothing sounds of Asia over...and over...and over again (it stops being soothing after the hundredth day, I'll tell you that right now). But if you had asked me how I thought I'd wake up this morning…my answer would not have been by a swift smack across the face from some blonde chick wearing a Zorro mask.

The first thing I notice, other than the burning sting across my cheek, is that my arms seem to be stuck. I can’t say that it’s uncomfortable, whatever has my arms held out is soft and smooth against my wrists, but I also can’t remember why I would be in this position to start with. The last thing I remember is being with Y/N at the hotel. I’m not going to say we don’t like to try new things in the bedroom, but I’m definitely not into getting smacked around, and I am pretty sure Y/N isn’t either. I’m afraid to open my eyes for a couple of reasons: First, nothing has ever ended well in a situation where I found myself tied up. Second, it’s possible that Y/N and I had more to drink than I thought and I’m not so sure I’m ready to confront that. Especially since she just smacked me in the face.

I slowly open my eyes, expecting to see Y/N standing in front of me, and instead see an incredibly tall blonde girl wearing….is she wearing a Zorro mask? I must have given her a weird look because she smiles awkwardly and holds out her hands in a ‘like what you see?’ gesture.

I raise an eyebrow, “What...who are you?”

She puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head, “It's me, Becka.”

Who the hell is Becka? “Right, Becka...whatcha doing?”

“Well, I thought about what you said last night, about how we should embrace our wants even if they are a bit...unorthodox...and your request wasn't too weird so I thought we could experiment with both.” Last night? I was most definitely not with this girl last night...was I? Shit, Y/N is gonna kill me.

I clear my throat, “Can you...umm...remind me exactly what I wanted that was so unorthodox?”

Becka settles in on the edge of the bed and pats my cheek, emphasizing each word with a little smack, “Getting smacked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask.” Nope, that is not a thing I want. Why does that sound so familiar?

“Okay…what was your thing?” She smiles and my gaze follows hers down. You've got to be freaking kidding me. I am completely naked except for a flimsy pair of pink women’s underwear, and allow me to just point out that they do not cover anything. I'm not even sure they could be considered an item of clothing. “You just put these on me, without me knowing?”

She gives me an exasperated look, “Were you seriously that drunk? You put those on willingly, don't you remember?” No, I don't fucking remember. I'm tied to a bed wearing women’s underwear while being smacked around by Zorro, and to my recollection, none of it was my idea. I look down again as I tug at my restraints. Something is wrong. I can't quite put my finger on what, but there is something more than just being in silky pink panties wrong with this whole picture.

“Listen, Becky-”

“Becka.”

“Becka, I'm not sure how I ended up here, but I can guarantee I was not here last night. I was somewhere else, with a different woman. One that does not make me put on her underwear or smacks me in the face.” I manage to get one wrist untied and start working on the other one, and Becka gets up and stomps across the room.

“You certainly didn't seem to mind putting them on last night! Here, take your stupid mask back!” She throws the Zorro mask at me just as I get my other wrist untied and it hits me in the face. I throw it in the floor and start searching for my clothes as she storms around the room collecting her things. “Typical, this is just typical! Find someone who's in touch with their feminine side, someone that appreciates honesty and self confidence, and this is what happens. Such bullshit.”

She storms toward the door and throws one last glare in my direction, “You can pay for this damn room too, asshole.” She slams the door shut and I'm left standing alone with my junk hanging out of some strange woman’s underwear. I know what my morning was supposed to have in store, and this is definitely not it. I still can't find my clothes, and when I finally find a boot sticking out from under the bed...it isn't my boot. What the hell? I look under the bed and find the other boot and my jeans. But they aren't my jeans. These are Dean’s clothes. What the hell? I slowly make my way to the bathroom and flip on the light. Shit.

It isn't just Dean’s clothes that were left in this room last night. So was Dean, and as I stare at what should be me but is actually my brother, I can feel panic begin to tighten in my gut. What the HELL happened last night?

Continue to Part 2 HERE.

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tadomodoka4-blog · 6 years ago

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Do you know any fics that contain highly emotional love making scenes? (where they're really overwhelmed or one of them cries?). Preferably bottomlock? Thank you!(:

Hi Nonny!

EMOTIONAL LOVE MAKING

Husband by jinglebell (E, 2,003 w. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff) – Sherlock orgasms when John refers to him as ‘husband’.

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – “Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?”

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#IFTTT #I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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