Source: [Vid] The Test, by heresluck – Star Trek (2009) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
As an avid TOS fan, this is everything I want in an ST: AOS vid. Amazingly well done!
Source: [Vid] The Test, by heresluck – Star Trek (2009) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
As an avid TOS fan, this is everything I want in an ST: AOS vid. Amazingly well done!
Before last night, no one had ever touched Xingchen like this. A wondrous experience, being held in Zichen’s hands like something cherished, something beautiful ‑‑ and to hold Zichen in turn, the way he’d been dreaming about for years.
He wants to touch him now, and he needs to be awake to do that. “Good morning,” he says, opening his eyes with a smile.
Zichen bolts.
This is a perfect gem of a first time fic.
I said don’t lecture me about those evils. I know this is not a dignified position for the Chief Medical Officer of the starship Enterprise. Why else do you think I’m still here? I don’t want to go staggering through the halls like this. Jim would have my hide. He runs a tight ship, that man, a tight sh—
Damn it, there I go again. Can’t stop thinking about it. Tight. I’m tight, there’s one for sure. Snockered. The ship is tight, ever since the esteemed James T. Kirk took over three years ago. And my pants sure as hell are tight, let me tell you that. But I’m not gonna think about it, no sirree bob, I’m gonna do something else.
Source: Down and Out and Under the Table by Jenna Hilary Sinclair
A very drunk McCoy commits some accidental voyeurism.
Logic and Lubricity, or, K/S as told by Jane Austen; with some less seemly parts.
In which two space-faring gentlemen find themselves stranded in a convenient cave, and one of them finds himself battling an untimely case of Pon Farr… This short fic is simply hilarious and tickles my Austen-loving fancy something fierce.
Kirk strode onto the bridge that first day, and each of the bridge crew stood to attention. He made his rounds, strong arms laying relaxed at his sides, a smile on his charmingly boyish face, introducing himself in-kind to each officer and shaking their hands with both of his own.
When he got to Spock, the effect was almost immediate. He sensed it as Kirk approached, that nameless pull that almost shocked Spock into stepping toward the man. It wasn’t a scent so much as it was an instinct– a sixth-sense that Spock recognized immediately, if only because he had met so many people and he’d never felt this before.
Source: Ardor, by ThereBeWhalesHere – Star Trek [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
AU in which Vulcans recognise compatible mates by scent, this is 90% Spock longing for Kirk and 10% insanely hot smut. All while somehow managing to sound completely plausible and in-character.
The projectionist stops on an image of Solo in Saint Mark’s Square in Venice. His arm is lifted to throw seed to the pigeons, and his left shirt sleeve is rolled up to expose a muscular forearm dusted with dark hair, where swirls of gold curl across his skin.
Illya’s right wrist itches beneath the wrappings and his father’s watch. He betrays no emotion as the projectionist moves to the next slide. Oleg’s eyes are boring into the side of his head, waiting for him to flinch from the task.
The Second Directorate of the KGB keeps the citizens’ records: sigil location, what it looks like. The KGB knows what they are asking Illya to do.
Solo is handsome, broad-shouldered, with beautiful hands, an artist’s hands. Those clever hands and long fingers will be stilled by Illya’s doing. He will leave Solo’s dark hair matted in blood.
This is one of the rare BDSM AUs that really, really work for me, thanks to the way the author manages to make it perfectly fit these two characters. I truly believe they’re soulmates here, their needs and personalities uniquely complementing each other.
This is simply perfect!
The Fleet takes back New Caprica, but the war is still in full force. As Lee and Kara make amends, they find a chance to redirect the future if they can only reconcile the past.
Kara and Lee get an unexpected do-over. This is brilliant.
This is not really a traditional fanvid, more of an actual fan movie – and it’s amazing!
Hot damn, is his first thought.
Threat assessment follows close on its heels because Bucky’s a goddamn professional.
Military, definitely. Male, built like a goddamn mountain. Bucky stares helplessly because shoulders that broad should be illegal. It’s the face that really fucks him up though. Hair as silver as the star on his chest, swept back from a face that’s all hard angles and deep lines. There’s a beard too, covering a jaw that looks strong enough to sit on, and its white is peppered with bits of dark blond, which should look ridiculous but doesn’t.
“You seem to know my name,” Bucky says, plastering on a charming smile. “Only polite to return the favor.”
“If you’re banking on politeness, you might be in the wrong business, son.”
Jesus, Mary, and motherfucking Joseph. This is how wet dreams and porn clips should start, not a goddamn interrogation.
A hot as burning Shrunkyclunks fic – I don’t usually have a thing for age difference, but silver fox Steve Rogers… YES PLEASE! 😉