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! 😉
After Newt’s death, Thomas can’t settle at the Safe Haven. He goes out during a storm and is struck by lightning- only to find that he has been sent a year into the past, it’s his first day in the Glade, and he can remember EVERYTHING. And, because Thomas still had some of Newts blood on him somewhere, so can Newt. Cue the boys falling in love and trying to rewrite history.
An epic rewrite of canon, this has me on the edge of my seat every time I read it.
Finn’s visa is soon to expire and, well, Colin does have half a wedding already planned.
Source: Before you say something real, by heydoeydoey – Gilmore Girls [Archive of Our Own]
I wrote a random ficlet about these two years ago, and when I got a comment on it, I stumbled across this gem of a fake relationship story. Set post-revival.
He hadn’t thought about sex since he arrived in the Glade – and weirdly, he knew that was unusual, because he knew what sex was, and that in some distant, ideal world he would like to be having it, even though he didn’t remember what it was like, or how often he used to indulge, or anything. He’d had a couple of incidental boners since he’d arrived in the Glade, but he’d been in a perpetual state of fear and desperation, and that didn’t sit well with horniness, not for Thomas.
But all of a sudden he couldn’t get the thought of Newt beating off out of his head, and he had to squirm a bit to reposition his dick, because fuck, this boner wasn’t incidental. It was very much related to Newt, and the mental image he’d put in Thomas’s head. Newt, hand down his pants, getting himself off.
Newt helps Thomas pass the time in the pit. 🙂
