“Don’t believe me, just watch.” A celebration of the awesome that is Agent Carter. 🙂
“Don’t believe me, just watch.” A celebration of the awesome that is Agent Carter. 🙂
“Jesus,” Bucky says, running his fingers over Steve’s arms, so wide now they make Bucky’s hands look small. He reaches Steve’s shoulders and opens his mouth against Steve’s throat. “I can’t fuckin’ get over this, pal.”
Adult, WWII pr0n. I don’t have a size kink as a rule, but fuck me, this did things to me… and to Bucky, obviously. I just wish there was MORE of it. ;p
He leans in close to you and his hand is on the side of your throat and it’s firm enough to bruise. He presses you against the doorframe and he kisses you. You wonder, later, in Cuzco, in Vancouver, in Nairobi, if it will always be like this; if kissing any man is like kissing Bucky Barnes.
Mature, not-compliant with Winter Soldier. Steve gets Bucky home – with the healing power of his cock. And it’s not ridiculous at all.
He scanned the horizon and tried to remember how he had come to be at this place. His last remembrances were of fever and pain and a bone-deep loss that had set his soul to howling.
Teen, death fic. Alexander after his death – but of course he’s not alone…
”You’ve been my bodyguard for three years and not once has anyone so much as flipped me the bird. Dad’s just a paranoid old fart,” Chuck says with a roll of his eyes. Raleigh checks his weapon before sliding it back in his holster. “That he may be, but not only does he pay my salary, he could also kill me with his thumb, so I’m just gonna do my job if that’s alright with you.”
Adult, AU. Raleigh is Chuck’s bodyguard. Shit hits the fan. This works really, really well.
It was Chuck. But Chuck was six months dead, and this was… something else. And his mind just didn’t want to wrap around it. What would happen when the clone woke up?
Adult, post-movie, canon-compliant. Before Pitfall, Chuck let himself be cloned, memories and all – except he tampered with them, leading to some… interesting variations. This hits right in the Chuck feels, dear me!
Spock says something and it’s the same voice, but also very fucking different. Everything and nothing is the same, and his thoughts are spinning. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. He knows what it sounds like screaming in anger, and how it sounds, hushed and whispering to him with barely disguised lust.
Mature, angst. Oh holy hells, right in the feels! Reboot Kirk and Spock are fated – but sometimes that’s just not enough.
“All right, I have a question for you. Oh, but you don’t have to answer it. I feel like if you don’t answer it though, you’re kind of answering it, you know…”
Mature, post-Winter Soldier. Natasha asks Steve the questions we all like to have answered. She does not quite expect what she finds out.
“We’re just… skipping ahead,” Jim said. “That’s cheating,” Spock said weakly. “Well.” Jim moved suddenly, flipping Spock over on his back and rolling over to straddle him. “I’m comfortable with that. You?”
Adult, post-2009 movie.Spock is feeling the after-effects of the events of the movie. Kirk, equipped with information from the mind-meld with Spock Prime, is not about to leave him alone. *happy sigh*
“I couldn’t bear to think of what might be happening to you. And then I… thought you were dead.” An astonishing wall of grief and loss hit Kirk – submerged him completely – then as abruptly passed. He looked down, suddenly aware that Spock had clasped both of his hands – a looser, gentler grasp than the desperate way Spock had clutched at him in that mountain cabin when Kirk had first found him – and somehow more astonishing.
Adult, post-TOS novel “Ishmael”. I used to read a lot of TOS novels, and “Ishmael”, in which Spock loses his memory and is stranded in Earth’s past, was a favourite. This fic doesn’t require foreknowledge. It deals beautifully with Kirk and Spock having to face certain home truths about their feelings for one another.