I’m in the process of writing 32 for another person (technically two if you count an old prompt), so morning sex it is! Under a cut for being very NSFW.
How many beers had he had? Erwin was quite sure they’d both lost count, but it was enough for him to practically glue himself to Erwin’s side on the couch, and enough for him to press their lips together every chance he got, too, so much so that he’d long ago stopped paying attention to what was on the television to only focus on his partner. Naturally, because he was not going to waste a chance to hold Levi, Erwin did the same, finding that as per usual, he was unable to keep the smile off his face at Levi’s behavior.
He was always like this when he was drunk, he thought. Adorable. Affectionate. Clingy and cute, and completely expected to Erwin after several years of marriage. About 5 beers in and Levi would start to get like this, he knew, unapologetically sidling up to him wherever they were at, shamelessly exposing his neediness in a way that he would not have done while he was sober. This meant that Erwin was powerless to resist, which was good, because Levi also tended to pout if Erwin pulled away or didn’t give him attention. Thankfully, he had no reason at all to deny Levi what he wanted, because it wasn’t like he was any better. No, he had a hard time keeping his hands off of Levi like this when he was sober, and like Levi, apparently, with each drop of alcohol it became harder and harder for him to hold on to his restraint.
“I love you.” Erwin said at that thought, also thinking too that he was grateful they were at home so neither one of them actually had to.
“I love you too.” Levi mumbled in response, a slight slur to his speech that had Erwin smiling all over again. Catching sight of it, Levi bit his lip and then pressed his face into Erwin’s neck, brushing his mouth up against the skin there in a way that had Erwin squeezing his waist. “I love your smell. It smells fucking good.”
top shelf tea time for @goddamnchou. prompt: restraints
hands up.
legs apart.
further apart.
listen to me.
i said apart.
and they fall apart even though his knees rattle like ice in a tumbler. they have so little time. it’s the first time. their first time.
i’ve never done this.
hands clamped together and held like a prayer between his legs, tied with leather straps that are meant to hold him in trees, they hold him here. before him. for the first time.
relax.
there’s a tug, a harsh tug, and he nearly loses his balance into the bench in front of him. there’s a chill on his ass as his pants are pulled down, but a warm hand comes to touch it, squeezes it tightly before a growl escapes into the room like a wolf in the woods.
do you want this?
do you?
answer me.
he’s so hard against him, his cock rubbing between his asscheeks like there’s a clit to fuck. and he moans above him through a bitten lip, and he does the same below. how long had it been? how long had he wanted this? he couldn’t remember. no. no that’s a lie. he could. yes. of course.
i’ve wanted it since you were on your knees before me.
hands pull him closer to meet with hips that are positioned so much lower than his. he’s so small. so small but commands with a voice that stands taller than both of them combined.
that long?
it’s been that long?
you filthy fuck.
maybe it had been longer. the papers on his desk. the second hand accounts of a man in the underground that flew through it as if there were a sky to be seen. he remembered. he remembered thinking: i’ll have him. oh, i’ll have him.
this is going to hurt, but we don’t have time.
do you mind?
oi.
do you even care?
i won’t say it again. keep them apart.
his wrists cut against leather as he tries to peel them away from each other. his limbs shake like his bent knees, and holy shit he’s so tight around his cock. he moans like a new trainee, whinnies like a horse newly broken. oh gods, it burns. oh gods, the stretch. oh gods, he feels so good. so fucking good. his face rests against the old oak bench, and it splinters into his face as his hand bumps against his own cock with each tentative thrust that pushes into him.
keep your mouth shut.
don’t move.
fuck, erwin.
he can’t stop the sounds that escape this throat. agitated, the thrusting stops and there’s a rustle above him. he clenches his ass around the cock inside him, and it only flares the discourse in the smaller man.
lift your head up.
now.
silky cotton presses against his tongue and it rears his head up like stallion, eyes wide and wild as hips hit the back of his ass. his teeth bite down hard on the cravat that pulls at the corners of his lips, pulls them back into a sick smile. he’s a bent mess, a tangle of limbs, a toy for his captain, and the fabric tastes like sweat and tea and it does nothing to sedate the groans that rattle through his entire body. groans that make his knees buckle down onto the bench, driving the cock deeper into him.
i’ve wanted this.
yes.
for that long too.
you.
all of you.
the grip on the cravat moves to the base of his neck, holds his head down against the bench as the thrusts come in hard long strokes. he moves his forehead against the wood, his nose scrunched, his hot breath pooling around his face until it makes him sweat. he moans to the point of a scream, and it gets stuck behind his tongue and drips out on saliva. his eyes screw shut. his cock hammers against his bound fists. he’s so full. so right. so perfect. in this moment. he wants to tell him. he wants to scream it. into the heavens that have granted them flight, he wants to keep him up there.
you’re so good.
you’re so fucking good, erwin.
the thrusts bottom out until they stop and he feels the throbbing of a spent cock inside him. he motions slowly inside him, the slickness of his come lubricating his raw hole into something more fuckable. as if he wasn’t fuckable before. teeth sink into his side, another feral growl, a desperate tug at the cravat, his captain thrusting deep into him one last time before pulling out. pieces of him drip onto the bench, pattering like the rain outside of the shed.
i’ll finish you later.
he takes his cravat back and wraps it around his neck. he tucks himself in, dignified and noble and enticing all in one. a man that commands him more than he could ever command back.
Baze is a quiet man. He only speaks if there’s something worth saying, and he doesn’t often consider things worth saying. Most of his emotions can be conveyed through withering looks, or failing that, a grunt.
This stymies Chirrut, who is as at home with words as he is with his staff. But he accepts this about Baze, because Baze is perfect exactly as he is. Chirrut wouldn’t change anything about this maddening, stoic, monolith of a man he fell in love with.
Except—
He lifts his head. Baze wanted a candle lit, not that it makes any difference to Chirrut, but he says he likes to see Chirrut when they do this.
Hey friend, I’m not sure if these fics completely hit the mark, but I tried. If others have suggestions, please jump in! 🙂
Sherlock
POV, John is awesome
What to do When Your Flatmate
is Homicidal by hyacinth_sky747, 58 k, explicit.
This work is divine silliness. Through a stream of consciousness from Sherlock
ostensibly writing in a diary, we see the lives of John and Sherlock as they
build a relationship together. All I can say is “glow in the dark condoms for
John’s sexual needs.” This work is sweet, weird, sexy, adorable and addictive
with lots of fluff, but watch for the sucker punch of feels slipped in near the
end. Thumbs up!
The
Detective and the PinUp by XistentialAngst, 15 k, teen. romance
and humor. When a racy calendar picture of John from his army days makes the
rounds at New Scotland Yard, Sherlock takes notice, and nothing is ever the
same at 221B.
A study in Auto-Signature, Sniper
Dolphins, and Sex Holidaysby cwb. 32 k, explicit.
Awesome series 3 fix-it fic. Sherlock has to rush off to see John on his
sex-holiday at the beach after things with Mary take a turn for the James Bond.
Love the version of Sherlock’s Grand-mere who lives in his mind palace, the bed
that is a breeding ground for pillows, and Sherlock making friends with John’s
aggressive penis. Adorable, sexy, and poetic with actual clever plot. Thumbs
up! (Locked to AO3 users.)
By the Pale Moonlight
by alexxphoenix42, 5 k, explicit. Magical AU. Sherlock notices that once a
month, John gets tarted up, slips off to parts unknown, and stays gone till the
next morning with nary an explanation. Sherlock can’t resist a mystery of any
stripe, but certainly not one that involves JOHN.
Over Fathoms Deep by bittergreens. WIP,
explicit. AU. Can’t get enough of historical aristocrat Sherlock and sailor
John meeting on a long sea voyage. Sherlock is so shy and awkward, and John a
golden ray of light bouncing into his life. How sweet is this budding
relationship. There is angst as they work their way together, and then glorious,
lyrical exploration of love and touch as they grow closer together. Sea
shanties, and sex, and tropical sun – oh my!
Quo Fata Vocantby prettysailorsoldier, 18
k, explicit. Unilock. Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the
university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of
the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT
society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year,
it’s unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little
well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.
Capturing Perfectionby Breath4Soul 41 k,
mature. Unilock.
Rugby Captain John Watson and science-minded
photographer Sherlock are classmates at uni. Sherlock has a class project where
he needs a nude model. He asks the only boy that intrigues him, John Watson, to
be his model. The more time they spend together the more they realize there is
a perfect attraction between them.
Amazing. Do not read it in public for the love of god.
Hahah! Thanks for this one too, Lovely!
Wow. I’m new to the fanfics, because I avoided them (other than some ficlets) when I thought it was going to become canon. I didn’t want to take away from the real moment. But boy have I been wasting my time. This was awesome (the first one; I’m going to start the second one soon).
silentauroriamthereal added: Ahaha, so that’s why there are so many new bookmarks on this one! Thanks, you two! xo
quirkycinnamon said: I love both those fics but they’re not the answer. I very clearly remember them hiding in the closet at the beginning of the fic…
Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, 3897 w.) Sherlock is putting together an elaborate plan of seducing John. John grows tired of waiting and takes matters into his own hands.
Sherlock does rub his bum on John but they’re in an alley, not a closet. :p Other than that, I’m not sure which other one it could be!
For for-science-john (I am soooooo sorry if you’re not into rimming, but here ya go)
Sometimes when John wakes up after Sherlock he’ll hear the shower running and he’ll roll out of bed, go into the bathroom, pushing off his pants along the way, and slip into the warm shower behind him, his arms immediately going around Sherlock’s waist from behind. Sherlock hums and leans back against him, and John presses kisses along his shoulders, his hair getting wet from the spray of water beating down on them both. He licks the water from the notches in Sherlock’s spine, working his way lower and lower until he’s on his knees, his hands smoothing up and down Sherlock’s thighs, and sometimes Sherlock turns and John sucks his cock into his mouth, but other times he tells Sherlock to lean forward, and Sherlock braces himself against the wall, already shivering with need, and John parts those cheeks and presses his tongue flat to Sherlock’s hole, licking it in one long, wet stripe, and then teasing it with the tip of his tongue, making Sherlock moan his name. One of those hands come back behind himself to press against John’s head, and he pushes his arse back against John’s mouth, and John licks all around that tight little hole, tensing it and pressing it inside as far as he can, and Sherlock whines, biting into his hand hard, and when John reaches around to stroke Sherlock’s cock the detective comes, hard, that little muscle fluttering around John’s tongue as it tenses. Afterwards, John stands back up, smirking, and Sherlock turns around, leaning against him weakly for support while he strokes John cock until John comes.
@music-medic I forgot about this one from like a year ago lmao
On the nights when John tops, he likes to have Sherlock flat on his back, his legs bent and bracketed around John’s hips as John presses into him, one hand gripping the headboard for leverage, the other locked with Sherlock’s, fingers intertwined, pressing Sherlock’s hand back against the mattress by his head while he rocks in and out, slowly, so slowly, focusing on every sweet glide of his cock into Sherlock’s body. He likes to be able to kiss Sherlock’s neck, to tease his nipples with his tongue, to watch every expression of ecstasy that crosses Sherlock’s beautiful face when Sherlock takes his own cock in hand and strokes himself in time with John’s thrusts until he comes with a strangled moan.
On the nights when John bottoms, he likes to lay flat on his stomach, to feel the warm, comforting weight of Sherlock’s entire body pressing him down into the mattress as Sherlock rocks his hips in shallow thrusts, mouthing at the back of John’s neck, his breath harsh and uneven in John’s ear. He likes to feel Sherlock curved over him, Sherlock’s hair tickling his skin, Sherlock’s hands curling around the backs of his own where they’re gripping the sheets, Sherlock holding him with his whole body. And he loves that he can always tell when Sherlock is close because that’s when Sherlock will struggle to get one hand in between John’s body and the bed, long fingers wrapping around John’s cock as best they can in the tight space, and that’s when he’ll breathe, “John” in the most beautiful voice John has ever heard.
On the nights when Sherlock bottoms, he likes to straddle John and sink down slowly, letting himself feel every inch of John’s cock as it slides into him until his arse is pressed down into the cradle of John’s hips. He likes to stay that way for a minute or two, just breathing, his eyes closed and his hands on John’s chest, which rises and falls in a rhythm with his own. He likes to lean forward, gripping John’s shoulders as John rocks up into him, gently at first, John’s hands tight on his hips, then moving to brush teasing fingers over his nipples, pulling low sounds from deep within Sherlock’s chest. And he loves it when John bends his knees, feet flat on the bed, and thrusts up hard into him because that’s when Sherlock stops thinking and can only feel. And sometimes he finds he can’t hold himself up, so John takes control, rolls him over and pushes back into him in one swift motion that makes Sherlock have to press his hands to the headboard to keep from being jolted back, and John’s cock hits just the right spot, his hand curled around Sherlock’s cock, stroking him hard and fast until Sherlock’s breath comes in gasps and pants, and he can’t say anything except “John, John, John” until he comes hard enough to make his vision go white.
On the nights when Sherlock tops, he likes to roll John onto his side after he’s worked him open, likes to curl up behind him in the bed and tease at John’s entrance with shallow thrusts, just pushing the head of his cock in before pulling out again until John is sweating and shaking with need, until John gasps his name in that way that sounds like begging. That’s when Sherlock likes to pull John tightly against his chest and push all the way into him, one hand splayed out against John’s quivering stomach, holding him there while he thrusts in and out, in and out. He likes the strangled sound John makes when Sherlock bites down hard into his shoulder, muffling his own groans. And after he comes, shuddering, inside of John, he turns him onto his back and takes John’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him down and recording every sound, every bit of praise, every curse that comes out of his mouth as he works his tongue and hollows his cheeks and sucks until John comes down his throat.
Hey friend, I have a number of fics to rec that somehow serve as a fix-it for series 3. Hope some of these do it for you!
Sherlock Series 3 Fix-it
Fics
The Slow Burn by
CaitlinFairchild, 12 k, explicit. Another great fix-it fic for S3. John can’t
stand being with Mary. The baby isn’t John’s, and John is headed back to
Sherlock anyway. Great parting shot with a pregnant Mary threatening to shoot
Sherlock and John both next time they meet. Wonderful first sexy times for our
two lads – so sweet!
Lines Written In Kensington
Gardens by CaitlinFairchild. 6 k, explicit. A series 3 fix-it,
parentlock fic. So sweet. Beautifully written, lyrical and short, it follows
John working through his grief after Mary is killed, and Sherlock building a
deeper relationship with John and his daughter, Violet.
Of Course I Forgive You
by allonsys_girl (Katie), 10 k explicit. How things should have gone with the
bomb in the train car in S3. Declarations of love lead to hot times at 221B.
Achingly erotic.
Silhouettes by allonsys_girl, 28 k, explicit. Wow. This runs alongside canon coming up
with a behind the scenes tender love story that is a great fix-it fic for
series 3. From platonic sleeping together for comfort, the two fall into a
searingly-hot sexual relationship when Sherlock reappears after the fall. Lots
of angst and cheating on Mary, and a happy wrap up with a bit of parentlock.
Act IV by SilentAuror, 39
k, explicit. Amazing series 3 fix-it fic that very logically fills in the holes
left in the show. Some angst, some sex, and a VERY believable addition to the
show.
Vena Cava by
SilentAuror, 27 k, explicit. This is a fix-it, behind the scenes for series 3.
Just brilliant. Told from John’s point of view. He discovers Mary’s lies, and
while nursing Sherlock back to health, choses Sherlock and the next step of
their relationship. Sweet and very hot as they navigate their new sex life. You
want it to be canon. Infidelity.
Against the
Rest of the Worldby
SilentAuror, 151 k, explicit. Sherlock escapes torture in a cell in Turkey to
return to London before he manages to destroy all of Moriarty’s network. John
is engaged, but choses to come with him to complete the mission.
Pre-relationship to relationship. This
has action/adventure like a spy novel, but the incandescent sex scenes were the
draw for me!
Damageby lifeonmars,
46 k, mature. Clever projection of what happens after series 3. Mary makes
sacrifices to protect John, and he returns to 221b. Amidst cases, and life
bumping along, John and Sherlock finally find each other. Slow burn that feels
so in keeping with the show.
Normalby Jessie0378, 8
k, explicit. This fic fills in missing scenes from series 3. Sherlock is home
from hospital, and John is watching over his recovery. John eventually patches
things up with Mary, but with a poly caveat that he’s allowed to have Sherlock
on the side. The two men work their way into a very satisfying relationship.
Hot and sweet.
Scars
series by mildredandbobbin, 3 parts
mature & explicit. Over time, John uncovers how Sherlock was tortured and
raped during his two years away. John steps in with some sexual healing. Angsty
and hot, and a good fix-it fic for series three at the end. (Locked to AO3
users)
A
study in Auto-Signature, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidaysby
cwb. 32 k, explicit. Awesome series 3 fix-it fic. Sherlock has to rush off to
see John on his sex-holiday at the beach after things with Mary take a turn for
the James Bond. Love the version of Sherlock’s Grand-mere who lives in his mind
palace, the bed that is a breeding ground for pillows, and Sherlock making
friends with John’s aggressive penis. Adorable, sexy, and poetic with actual
clever plot. Thumbs up! (Locked to AO3 users.)
The In-Between
by blueink, 10 k, mature. Beginning in a Chinese restaurant and ending at the
bottom of a well, what about the moments we didn’t see? Fix-it fic for all of
Sherlock.
A River Without Banksby Chryse, 203 k, explicit. This story
is worlds within worlds. Sherlock uses a time traveling device to go back into
his past, rejoining his consciousness to that era to redo key points in his
life. Over and over, Sherlock tries to find the change that will defeat
Moriarty once and for all. This fic is amazing, it seems to encompass every
Johnlock story you’ve ever read and rolled it all in to one big connected ball. (Warning for rape & torture.)
Letters series by earlgreytea68 – 5 parts. During
Sherlock’s absence after Reichenbach, he writes John letters than he never
intends to send. When he fears for his true death, he mails them off. John
tracks him down. Angst, romance, and crazy all wrapped together.
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