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one way motorway by K, BB/DM. Just...yes. Perfect little slice of not!angst. Dom is kind of restless and trapped and maybe looking for something and maybe he finds it.Dom's always going somewhere, not just idly refusing to settle, but it's still the leaving he thinks about, not the destination. He's not sure why, because it's not running when you have somewhere to go. He tells himself this in a soothing, authoritative voice that reminds him of his mum, but it still feels like running. Dom figures it's because he knows he has a knack for telling himself what he wants to hear.
fantasy by cimorene, BB/DM. Dom has these fantasies, see, and they're good but maybe not as good as the real thing, right? Which makes this story sound so much baser than it is, but part of what makes the reality better is...well, just read it.Sometimes the fantasies got away from him and ended with things that were even worse than having them in the first place, like...cuddling, and kissing Billy's hair afterwards, thinking he was asleep, and having Billy turn his head with his eyes tremendous and dark and wet, and then kissing again, a long, slow kiss that was nothing like sex. Things like Billy whispering things in his ear as he pushed into him from behind, things that made Dom shudder and clutch at Billy's hand on his stomach and turn his head over his shoulder for another one of those luxuriously slow, deep kisses.
Sabotage by Calico, VM/OB/EW/BB/DM. Calico writes damn good porn. Any characters, any fandom. And this is, yeah. GSF at its finest. I have no real words.He moaned, a whole universe of frustration sloshing through him, wave after shimmering wave-- and then he was twisting a leg up over Viggo's firm, damp hip, and it was slippery and over-warm against his inner thigh, but Viggo made a low noise of approval in his throat and his hand slid to the lifted curve of Orlando's ass, and Orlando thought, oh, we're so very much going to have to do it like this now.
"C'mon, yes," he muttered, bouncing on the balls of his other foot, winding up trying to fuckin' hoist himself up, and then Viggo's hands were both there, lifting, and his other foot was abruptly bouncing against a disconcerting void, and then his legs were wrapped around Viggo's waist and all was almost right with the world.
Subversion by Calico, BB/DM. And here's the sidestory. Billy and Dom in the chair, which I can only imagine looking like the infamous Chair O'Sex from popslash. Because...yes."Straight," Dom said flatly, backing off a little. Billy felt a little sigh go through his body and decided it was relief.
"Yes."
Dom bit his lip apologetically. "Billy," he said cautiously, "straight men don't help gay men pin naked men to tables to facilitate kinky cocksucking." There was a pause, then Dom added, like Billy had asked him something, "and yeah, the two-on-one, that's kinky."
LOTR
Too Big by Puddle, Merry/Pippin. um. eee! Merry and Pippin have things to say to one another, but they're too big, too much, and they need to wait for the right moment and, yes. Cuteness, but not overwhelming. I am powerless against it.He presses his side against yours and your steps are in unison again. "You suppose you like having me around? Tell me, Merry - what would you want the last thing you ever say to me to be?"
You link arms with him. This requires some thought, this question of his. Or at least, you think it should require more thought. You know what the answer is within seconds, it’s just...saying it is the problem. You are so small in comparison to the amount of emotion contained inside of you. How does it all fit? "It’s too big to say right now," you admit.
"I know," Pippin says. "So is mine."
Where the dead things are by Rrain, Merry/Pippin. It wasn't written for my birthday but it was written for someone who shares my birthday and the story's so good I like to pretend it's mine, all mine! Set in the Mines of Moria, all kinds of dark and somber, but still very Merry and Pippin. Underground. It meant cosy, homey, surrounded by living soil, by deep roots and burrowing creatures. It meant homes beneath the rolling hills, full of life and warmth and joy. Air filled with a sweet smoke and the scent of something simmering in the kitchen.
It didn't mean this hollow, musty shell of stone and ore, tainted with disuse, that made Pippin's head and feet itch. This place they called Moria. Even Merry's arm tight around his shoulders couldn't keep him settled, keep him still.
popslash
Crash, Bang (The Temple Remix) by northern, Justin/Chris. oh, now, see, this is just a brilliant example of what can be done with a remix. It takes the basic idea of the original and just runs away with it. Just dark and creepy and such a unique and fantastic idea. He twists the sheet tighter in his hand, pulling it up under his chin. He was dreaming about something that's fading away now, something about rain or whispering, but he woke up. He should get back to sleep, because everything is quiet and there's no reason for him to be awake.
Except there the sound is again, a soft scratching on the door to his cell.
Justin freezes in his bed. There shouldn't be anyone there, not after dark. And it's not morning yet.
Best (empty places beer & sneakers remix) by torch, Justin/JC(Chris)(Lance). I just love the way this story is formatted, the back-and-forth, skipping around, and it might take a couple of reads to really get it all, but it's well worth it. And, god, Justin is just so...*sad* in this story, heartbreaking. Justin had lists. He had things and people. he was sorry, only not really. The next time JC touched him it was emptier
"There, right there, now--"
and the time after that it was emptier still
"No, like--yeah--please, fuck, please--"
and that was really the end of it, had to be, he didn't want JC to disappear behind all the wrong empty stuff. So deep
"Go deeper, baby"
but not deep enough. Justin slipped out of JC's love, left an empty space in the bed and moved on.
"I need something," he said.
HP
Come Shots by Kate Bolin, Hermione. Hermione is a dirty, dirty girl. And...yeah. That's all. Hermione's hands are steady on the book, turning a page every few minutes or so as she props the book open on her stomach. Ginny has the book open between her fingers, and she has one hand under the blanket, keeping warm.
The fact that she's keeping it warm between Hermione's legs is entirely secondary.
comicfic
Oh, Tiberius by Dr Benway, Xavier/Magneto. I was going to rec one of his more Benway stories, but I was in the mood for something light. The banter is fabulous in this, back and forth and so very Charles and Erik. And, sure, you have no idea what's really going on until the end but, man. What a punchline. "You don't see me complaining. I have to glue this rat's nest on top of my hair. Do you know how long it takes to wash all the glue out?"
"You could always dye it."
"I am not going to dye my hair."
"It wouldn't be that big a deal."
"How would you know?"
"..."
"Sorry."
one way motorway by K, BB/DM. Just...yes. Perfect little slice of not!angst. Dom is kind of restless and trapped and maybe looking for something and maybe he finds it.Dom's always going somewhere, not just idly refusing to settle, but it's still the leaving he thinks about, not the destination. He's not sure why, because it's not running when you have somewhere to go. He tells himself this in a soothing, authoritative voice that reminds him of his mum, but it still feels like running. Dom figures it's because he knows he has a knack for telling himself what he wants to hear.
fantasy by cimorene, BB/DM. Dom has these fantasies, see, and they're good but maybe not as good as the real thing, right? Which makes this story sound so much baser than it is, but part of what makes the reality better is...well, just read it.Sometimes the fantasies got away from him and ended with things that were even worse than having them in the first place, like...cuddling, and kissing Billy's hair afterwards, thinking he was asleep, and having Billy turn his head with his eyes tremendous and dark and wet, and then kissing again, a long, slow kiss that was nothing like sex. Things like Billy whispering things in his ear as he pushed into him from behind, things that made Dom shudder and clutch at Billy's hand on his stomach and turn his head over his shoulder for another one of those luxuriously slow, deep kisses.
Sabotage by Calico, VM/OB/EW/BB/DM. Calico writes damn good porn. Any characters, any fandom. And this is, yeah. GSF at its finest. I have no real words.He moaned, a whole universe of frustration sloshing through him, wave after shimmering wave-- and then he was twisting a leg up over Viggo's firm, damp hip, and it was slippery and over-warm against his inner thigh, but Viggo made a low noise of approval in his throat and his hand slid to the lifted curve of Orlando's ass, and Orlando thought, oh, we're so very much going to have to do it like this now.
"C'mon, yes," he muttered, bouncing on the balls of his other foot, winding up trying to fuckin' hoist himself up, and then Viggo's hands were both there, lifting, and his other foot was abruptly bouncing against a disconcerting void, and then his legs were wrapped around Viggo's waist and all was almost right with the world.
Subversion by Calico, BB/DM. And here's the sidestory. Billy and Dom in the chair, which I can only imagine looking like the infamous Chair O'Sex from popslash. Because...yes."Straight," Dom said flatly, backing off a little. Billy felt a little sigh go through his body and decided it was relief.
"Yes."
Dom bit his lip apologetically. "Billy," he said cautiously, "straight men don't help gay men pin naked men to tables to facilitate kinky cocksucking." There was a pause, then Dom added, like Billy had asked him something, "and yeah, the two-on-one, that's kinky."
LOTR
Too Big by Puddle, Merry/Pippin. um. eee! Merry and Pippin have things to say to one another, but they're too big, too much, and they need to wait for the right moment and, yes. Cuteness, but not overwhelming. I am powerless against it.He presses his side against yours and your steps are in unison again. "You suppose you like having me around? Tell me, Merry - what would you want the last thing you ever say to me to be?"
You link arms with him. This requires some thought, this question of his. Or at least, you think it should require more thought. You know what the answer is within seconds, it’s just...saying it is the problem. You are so small in comparison to the amount of emotion contained inside of you. How does it all fit? "It’s too big to say right now," you admit.
"I know," Pippin says. "So is mine."
Where the dead things are by Rrain, Merry/Pippin. It wasn't written for my birthday but it was written for someone who shares my birthday and the story's so good I like to pretend it's mine, all mine! Set in the Mines of Moria, all kinds of dark and somber, but still very Merry and Pippin. Underground. It meant cosy, homey, surrounded by living soil, by deep roots and burrowing creatures. It meant homes beneath the rolling hills, full of life and warmth and joy. Air filled with a sweet smoke and the scent of something simmering in the kitchen.
It didn't mean this hollow, musty shell of stone and ore, tainted with disuse, that made Pippin's head and feet itch. This place they called Moria. Even Merry's arm tight around his shoulders couldn't keep him settled, keep him still.
popslash
Crash, Bang (The Temple Remix) by northern, Justin/Chris. oh, now, see, this is just a brilliant example of what can be done with a remix. It takes the basic idea of the original and just runs away with it. Just dark and creepy and such a unique and fantastic idea. He twists the sheet tighter in his hand, pulling it up under his chin. He was dreaming about something that's fading away now, something about rain or whispering, but he woke up. He should get back to sleep, because everything is quiet and there's no reason for him to be awake.
Except there the sound is again, a soft scratching on the door to his cell.
Justin freezes in his bed. There shouldn't be anyone there, not after dark. And it's not morning yet.
Best (empty places beer & sneakers remix) by torch, Justin/JC(Chris)(Lance). I just love the way this story is formatted, the back-and-forth, skipping around, and it might take a couple of reads to really get it all, but it's well worth it. And, god, Justin is just so...*sad* in this story, heartbreaking. Justin had lists. He had things and people. he was sorry, only not really. The next time JC touched him it was emptier
"There, right there, now--"
and the time after that it was emptier still
"No, like--yeah--please, fuck, please--"
and that was really the end of it, had to be, he didn't want JC to disappear behind all the wrong empty stuff. So deep
"Go deeper, baby"
but not deep enough. Justin slipped out of JC's love, left an empty space in the bed and moved on.
"I need something," he said.
HP
Come Shots by Kate Bolin, Hermione. Hermione is a dirty, dirty girl. And...yeah. That's all. Hermione's hands are steady on the book, turning a page every few minutes or so as she props the book open on her stomach. Ginny has the book open between her fingers, and she has one hand under the blanket, keeping warm.
The fact that she's keeping it warm between Hermione's legs is entirely secondary.
comicfic
Oh, Tiberius by Dr Benway, Xavier/Magneto. I was going to rec one of his more Benway stories, but I was in the mood for something light. The banter is fabulous in this, back and forth and so very Charles and Erik. And, sure, you have no idea what's really going on until the end but, man. What a punchline. "You don't see me complaining. I have to glue this rat's nest on top of my hair. Do you know how long it takes to wash all the glue out?"
"You could always dye it."
"I am not going to dye my hair."
"It wouldn't be that big a deal."
"How would you know?"
"..."
"Sorry."