Spellbound by missbecky Word Count: 31,043 Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Warnings: NSFW (read the tags for possible triggers) […]
The holiday season is here. We thought we’d pass on some good cheer. If you’re feeling the need to have a good read, click the titles below and have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Whoever recced this to me, I love you and I hate you. This is a beautiful story, beautifully written, and it hurts so beautifully. It’s an AU that begins in the 1940s, and it’s the love story of Dean Winchester and Castiel that spans decades.
I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t sob my way through the end of this, but for all that, it’s the happiest ending Dean and Cas could ever have. Recced by: The Collectress
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
In which Stiles cooks for Derek, the Hale clan is still alive, and everyone meddles in Derek’s love life. Oh for cute. Recced by: The Collectress
Happy All Hallows’ Eve, shippers! This week, I’m bringing you thirteen fics to sink your fangs into as you get into the spooky spirit. They’re grouped by fandom, with the author’s summary included as well as a little blurb about each by one of the Collective Team. Ships are labelled, warnings mentioned, and if you need a spooky playlist, click here.
Click on the title for access to the story.
let me feel your danger by ohmyloki
Author’s Summary: This is her chance to stop it before it goes too far and she can’t take it back. She’s standing on the precipice and one more word from her could either send her plummeting over the edge or pull her back to safe ground.
Darcy dresses up as Lady Loki for Halloween and runs into the man himself.
My Thoughts: I wouldn’t have figured this pairing to be as sexy as it was but hot damn! I want a god of mischief to have his wicked way with me.
Happy Wednesday, Shippers. This week, I couldn’t choose between two fics, so in the words of the Collectiva Diva, why not rec both?
Rec #1: A Laying On of Hands
Author: fandomfan Word Count: 5675
Pairing: James Bond/Q Warnings: Hand!kink, smut
James has never had a thing for hands before Q.
I must thank fandomfan for converting me/welcoming me into the “hand-loving fold.” 00Q is a ship that I don’t sail nearly often enough (mostly because I read practically everything there was to be read six months ago), but then I come across a fic like this and I swoon. Quite literally, because this fic is hot. It is rare for me to rec a smutty one-shot, but then it is also rare for me to swoon like a Victorian school marm in a bodice-ripper Harlequin romance.
Besides, this is so much more than a smutty one-shot; this is a brief exploration of an intense sexual chemistry between two complex characters, and Bond’s fixation with Q’s hands is both sexy and telling. My favorite bit (well, aside from the extremely well-written sexy times) is this:
James backs off a step and gestures Q to his feet. He stands cautiously, and, touching nowhere else, James presses their hands together, palm to palm. Their fingers align, but they’re a study in contrasts. For each of James’—stubbed, thick, life-roughened—there’s one of Q’s—attenuated, supple, full of grace. They’re well cared-for, Q’s hands. None of the repeatedly broken and reset joints that tell James’ own past in tweaked muscle and re-knit bone. Instead Q has long, limber, nimble fingers that are even now folding over the tops of James’, nearly a whole joint’s length longer than James’ own. They’re keyboard-calloused and several cuticles have obviously felt the wrath of Q’s anxious teeth, but while James’ fingers are the blunt, brutal instruments he needs to carry out his work, Q’s do his bidding with a ballet dancer’s agile poise strung through their ligaments.
Click on the title and read this delightfully sexy piece about a Secret Agent and his Quartermaster.