Are there any fins where either John or sherlock is heavily drunk and requires the other to be taken care of? It's hard to find good drunk fics.

Hey Nonny!

I have a few drunk fics you can check out:

Drinking Games / Hanging Out (Oct 2023)

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock Pt 2

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock Pt 3

Cute-Drunk Sherlock

Stag Night

There may or may not be fics to your liking on those lists, but hopefully you find something you will enjoy.

“You need to stop making stupid mistakes like that!” Luca snapped, the locker room empty apart from both of you.

“Bite me, Dom.” You turned around to leave, but his large hand grabbed your upper arm and spun you around.

A) Both drunk, have sex, don’t talk about it later in fear of ruining their friendship, think their love is one sided

B) One of them is drunk, nothing happens, the one who’s drunk wants it to happen, the one who’s not drunk wants it too but thinks the other doesn’t want it ,it’s just the alcohol talking, they don’t talk about it later, think their love is one sided

AHHHH That's cute Nonny, hahha. I wish someone would confess to me LOL.

ANYWAY, yes, I do! Check out these lists:

Drinking Games / Hanging Out (Oct 2023)

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock Pt 2

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock Pt 3

And I have these "Love Confessions" lists:

Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)

... / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / ...

Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 6

Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 7

Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 8

Love Confessions Pt. 3

Love Confessions Pt. 4

Love Confessions Pt. 5

Love Confessions Pt. 6

Christmas-Time Love Confessions

“Get up Princess, you got work to do.”

“Go without me,” you whine into the darkness, pulling the blanket over your head.

You were up late with Sam, reading, researching, laughing. Then you went to bed with Dean. His lips were on yours, his hands on your body, and his cock between your legs.

You love the Winchester brothers with the heart that pounds in your chest, rapid and hard with every breath that you breath. You’d do anything for them, fuck it feels like you already have, but getting out of bed right now was not one of the things you’re willing to do.

The bed groans under Deans weight as he sits next to you. He removes the blanket and kisses your hair. “Come on, we have monsters to fight.”

“There’s always monsters to fight,” you complain into the pillow. “I’m tired.”

He chuckles and twists his fingers in your hair. “Come on lazy bones. I have coffee.”

“No.”

There were footsteps from the door, and you recognize them immediately. Sam. “Y/N is still sleeping?”

“No,” Dean snarks.

“Just trying to,” you complain.

“Our girl is tired,” Sam comments. The bed groans again from the other side. The blanket is worked down, his finger stroking the length of your spine. “You wore her out.”

Dean snorts and you feel a gentle kiss placed on your shoulder blade from his side of the bed. “Maybe you did, with all of your reading,” Dean mumbles against your skin.

Sam’s fingers slide deeper under the blanket. A chill runs up your spine as his fingers trail over the fullest part of your ass and down the back of your thigh. “Which was it, baby?” His fingers dance from the back of your leg toward the inside of your thigh. “Me or my brother?”

It’d only happened a few times. Usually late at night when Sam couldn’t sleep or had a nightmare. The boys found comfort in each other, even if they couldn’t say it out loud. Now that you’re here, they find comfort in you. Sometimes that comfort came with you between them. “Sam,” you warn. It wasn’t late at night. They hadn’t been drinking. There was no social buffer within the walls of the bunker to justify it all, but his fingers don’t stop.

Deans kissing your neck now and your heart is racing in your chest. Deans hand is curling under you now, taking your nipple between his fingers. “If you’re too tired to hunt...”

“I...”

“Then we can’t let her leave the bed, can we?” Sam murmers as he slides a finger inside of you.

Okay but this is so fucking soft sob

It was one of those kisses that couldn’t wait. It was mid argument, because everything with Dean felt like an argument. It was that glint in his eye that he got when he saw you riled up. He liked it and it pissed you off to no end, but the make up sex was worth it.

When he pressed his lips to yours the fight was forgotten. It was raining. The droplets of water falling from the sky starting as a sprinkle and quickly developed into a downpour. You’re screaming at each other, heated, breathing heavy. He’s fucking infuriating, but so beautiful. Even with the water in the air his eyes seemed to glow and his freckles caught the street lamp. It seemed illegal for someone to be so goddamn pretty when you’re mad, but being with Dean Winchester ended with that most days.

You don’t want to kiss him. You want to be mad. You want to hold out, but how can you not kiss him when he tastes like fresh rain, the first crisp of autumn, and home? You know, more than anything, as the rain slides down your cheeks and you press your chest to his that there’s nothing he can do to make you love him any less. He’s Dean, your Dean, and that means something.

Ooooh Katherine you wild child ok ok

Enjoy 😉

“Y/N, uh, can we talk?”

You look up from the novel you’re reading and raise an eyebrow. Deans in the bedroom that you share in the bunker, and fuck he sounds concerned.

You close the novel, because you can’t focus anyway, and you walk to the bedroom. “Yeah babe?”

He is standing in the bedroom holding a familiar black tub and you feel your cheeks heat up. It was a matter of time before he looked at the back of the closet, and today was that day. “Oh, that.”

He looked concerned as he held up a pink, battery powered rabbit vibrator. “There’s a whole box full, Y/N. Am I not... fuck am I not doing good enough?”

You want to laugh, because it is so not that. “Dean...”

“Fuck, this piece of plastic is better than me.”

He looks defeated.

He looks fucking precious.

“You are more than enough.” You walk to him and start rifling through the box to pull out a personal favorite piece of yours. “But it can be fun to bring in some props.”

He squints at you like he isn’t really sure. “These sort of seem like one on one...”

You smile at him. He looks so fucking innocent and adorable. Sex god Dean Winchester. You could just swoon. You hold his cheek. “My sweet summer child.” You unbutton his flannel slowly, and then pull your own shirt off your head. “I hope the phrase you can’t teach an old dog new tricks doesn’t apply here.” You grin mischievously at him.

He raises an eyebrow and unbuttons his jeans. “Fuck it. Alright show me.”

“First, I’ll need you to put these on,” you say, dangling a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs in front of him. “On the headboard.”

His eyes widen, but he takes them from you and clasps one on his wrist and the other To the headboard.

Enjoy babe

Castiel was seconds from giving up. Dean was gone. He’d been gone for weeks, and the last place he expected to find Dean was in a bar.

His lips were pressed to his whiskey glass when he heard the familiar growl of the older Winchester’s voice. “I’m too sexy for my shirt...”

Castiel turned and somehow Dean looked better than he remembered. The audacity of him. His moss green eyes locked with Castiels and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. A chill went up Castiel’s spine.

He didn’t know what he expected, but karaoke wasn’t it. He hadn’t seen Dean sing outside of the shower, so hearing his voice felt like a dream.

He sat down the whiskey glass.

“I’m so sexy it hurts.”

Castiel blinked slowly, taking him in. His hair, red button up, the way he moved slowly, seductively. He wanted to pull Dean to him and kiss him right there, fuck him like he meant it, but he knew better.

His Dean didn’t sing. This was a demon. This Dean was something else all together.

He knew he should call Sam, but he opted to wait. He opted to watch the roll of Dean’s hips and listen to the drawl of his voice for a few moments longer.