Slash Fanfic Recs

Stiles/Derek - Open With a Gambit or be Rogue

TitleOpen With a Gambit or be Rogue

Author: Kayevelyn (AO3)

Rating: PG

Fandom: Teen Wolf/XMFC

Word Count: ~5.2k

Side Pairings: Scott/Isaac, Danny/Jackson, Erica/Boyd

Warnings: X-Men AU

SummaryHe establishes the school because he needs something safe. (The one where Peter runs a mutant school)


(870): So I just tried to wake him up with a blow job and he literally touched the top of my head and said snooze button

for lycaonthropic, because she deserves the world. but i can only give her a dumb fic. happy belated birthday, beautiful.

"Would you ever turn down a morning blowjob?" Stiles asks Scott, before he’s even halfway through the door. It’s just after noon, and Stiles has been sitting in the same spot on the couch pondering this question in between bites of leftover egg rolls and vegetable lo mein. He misses the way Scott trips over the threshold, and it’s only werewolf reflexes that keeps him from toppling face-first into the floor.

Honestly, Stiles is still reeling in shock from Derek’s casual rejection this morning that he really doesn’t notice. Or care. To be fair, it wasn’t so much a rejection as it was a raincheck. But still. Who would postpone a blowjob?

He feels the couch settle underneath Scott’s weight, and he makes a face. “Well?” he turns to face Scott, who has a look on his face like he thinks Stiles is crazy. Stiles is more than familiar with this specific look.

"No," Scott decides. "I suppose not. Why?"

"I just tried to wake Derek up with a blowjob, and he literally tapped the top of my head and said ‘snooze button’. Snooze button,” he emphasized, waving his hands in the air, when a horrible thought struck him. “Oh god, what if I’m bad at blowjobs!” he wails, and Scott looks so far out of his depth, it would be funny if Stiles hadn’t just realized his blowjobs sucked.

"I’m sure they’re fine, Stiles," Scott tries, and Stiles buries his head in his hands.

"How would you know?" he demands, his gaze dropping to his hands. Scott winces, and makes an uncomfortable noise.

"I’m just assuming?"

"That doesn’t make me feel any better!" Stiles whines, shoving at Scott’s shoulder, which isn’t fair. Scott’s trying, at least. "I’m sorry, it’s just…" he trails off, suddenly shy.

"Hey man, you know you can tell me anything," Scott tells him earnestly, holding Stiles’ gaze bravely. "Even if it’s about… y’know," he motions towards Stiles and makes an obscene gesture with his hands. Stiles makes a face. "Exactly," Scott says, looking relieved. "Even if it’s about that."

"It was just weird, I mean what if he regrets being with me or something, because I’m weird and now we found out that I suck at blowjobs," Stiles’ tone is light, but he can’t fool Scott. The uncertainty is clear on his face.

"You don’t suck at blowjobs!" Scott vehemently claims, and Stiles can’t resist. It’s not in his nature to be serious about things anyway.

"I thought you were supposed to suck?" he teases, and Scott goes red.

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The other patrons know better than to approach him.

Erik Lehnsherr isn’t known for his patience, least of all during business - and he certainly looks like he’s here for business tonight, standing by the bar and nursing a drink, dressed impeccably in his perfectly tailored suit, his disarmingly handsome face icily expressionless. Even the barkeep is wary, keeping one eye on Lehnsherr’s drink but otherwise making no move to attempt smalltalk even though Lehnsherr is a regular and has been for the past ten years.

Every time the door opens, all gazes in the room flicker between the newcomer and Lehnsherr, watching and waiting. Is this the man who dared make Lehnsherr wait? Is this the woman who’s left Lehnsherr hanging for almost an hour now?

Each time, Lehnsherr doesn’t even look up and a silent collective sigh of relief can almost be felt throughout the room. They all know it’s without hope, however. Sooner or later Lehnsherr’s mysterious partner will arrive, and no doubt they’ll all be wanting cover.

Lehnsherr checks his watch. Adjusts his cufflinks. Sips his drink. All casual, easy motions, performed with no hurry or change in expression. They do nothing to dispel the notion of underlying impatience, and what has to be underlying fury that the gestures must be hiding.

And then he looks up, straightening.

All eyes fly back to the door. It opens a second later, admitting a windswept and devilishly handsome man who strides in with a bounce in his step, as if unaware of the death sentence he’s stamped on his own forehead. His eyes light on Lehnsherr at once, who still looms imposingly at the bar, and a smile blooms on his face as he strides over.

Everyone watches while trying to seem like they aren’t. This is it. Lehnsherr will have the poor fool gutted.

"Sorry I’m late," he says, and he isn’t speaking loudly at all but in the anticipatory silence of the room he might as well be shouting. "That last Q and A ended up going a little longer than I expected. I’m glad I stayed, though, she brought up some excellent points on the new reform."

And then, to the muffled sound of several jaws dropping open, Lehnsherr smiles back. “Another quarter hour and I would’ve sent Azazel to find you,” he answers, but the words are warm and teasing, amusement glimmering like hidden gemstones in otherwise barren rock. “Luckily for you, I know your tendency to be…caught up in things.”

"Lucky me," the other man parrots dryly, but then leans up expectantly into Lehnsherr’s personal bubble of space and is granted a kiss; short and chaste, but there’s deeper emotion behind it if the way Lehnsherr’s fingers brush gently along the other man’s wrist means anything at all.

"Dinner’s waiting," Lehnsherr says when they part, and his hand drops next to rest at the small of the other man’s back, ushering him down along the bar and past their captive audience towards the private dining rooms in the back of the restaurant, safe from prying eyes.

Lucky him indeed is the opinion of everyone present once the two have vanished from view, for lucky is the only word to describe the only man in the city who can keep Erik Lehnsherr waiting, earn a smile for finally showing up, and live to tell the tale.

Bucky/Steve - Let’s Be Exposed and Unprotected

TitleLet’s Be Exposed and Unprotected

Author: torakowalski (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Captain America

Word Count: ~4.9k

Warnings: slight Dom/sub, bottom!bucky

SummaryBucky’s pretty sure he should be into getting fucked through the floor while walls explode around him like in that Mr and Mrs Smith movie that Clint loves. But he likes it like this. He likes being on his back with Steve looming above him, big and naked, blocking out the rest of the world.

Stiles/Derek - there’s no room for innocence

Titlethere’s no room for innocence

Author: thatworldinverted (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: ~4.2k

Side Pairings: Stiles/Isaac (graphic)

Warnings: historical AU, angry revenge sex, bottom!stiles

SummaryKing Derek and Duke Stilinski had an… entanglement. Half the court knows it, whispers it in the ears of the ones who haven’t yet heard. But the King is the king is the king - responsibility, duty, pretty babies to carry on the family line. What no one knows is exactly how it ended, only that it did, the ground between them gone slick with ice and vitriol.

Comments: Lots of angst, lots of porn, open ending.  Not necessarily a happy read, but this fic is beautifully written.

Charles/Erik - From Rim Space With Love

TitleFrom Rim Space With Love

Author: manic_intent (AO3)

Rating: M

Fandom: XMFC

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: space AU, bottom!charles

Summary: ”Captain Logan! Captain Logan!”

The skinny cadet skitters to a halt next to Logan in the rec room, red-faced and a little out of breath. Logan eyes him with a faint frown, sunk deep into a stimm couch, thumbing up the rim of his captain’s hat. He’s just come off a torturous fifteen-hour shift, and healing factor or not, Logan’s starting to feel it. Warp space is hell on his nerves.

"Settle down, bub. What burned your tail… eh…" Logan concentrates briefly. "Cadet McCoy? Hey. Your blue’s showing. Settle down.”

McCoy takes in several deep breaths, and the blue fur starting to thread out of his skin sinks back in. “Sir, yes sir. Message from X-Command, sir.”

Comments: A great read!

Clint/Phil - Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

TitleYule Shoot Your Eye Out

Author: foxxcub (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Avengers

Word Count: ~8.6k

Warnings: college AU

SummaryStatistically speaking, sophomore scholarship jocks majoring in criminal justice didn’t normally hook up with senior dean’s list fraternity vice-presidents who tutored them in stupid psychology courses. Clint’s odds were running painfully long.

Comments: Lots of pining, very cute.

Stiles/Derek - Practically Perfect

TitlePractically Perfect

Author: betp (AO3)

Rating: PG

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: Mary Poppins AU, kidfic (Scott and Isaac are Stiles’ kids)

Summary: /”Daddy, we made an ad for our new nanny,” Scott says, wearing rocket ship pajamas and offering Stiles a piece of construction paper that night.

"Just mull that over," says Isaac. His pajamas have cows on them.

They pad back up the stairs, and Stiles looks at the paper. In crayon, it reads: WE NEED A NANNY PROBALLY. Reqirments:
- eyes light up
- wants to go places
- can travel between dimentions
- likes cheesebergers
- a wear wolf
- lisens to good music
- favorit color is pink
- has friends who can fly
- will merry our Dad

There is a stick figure drawing of a werewolf with red eyes and bared teeth, marrying Stiles on a cloud./

Or, “The one that has next to nothing to do with the kids.”
This is a straight-up unapologetic Mary Poppins AU.

Comments: Absolutely fantastic and hilarious.  Definitely worth reading!

Kirk/Spock - Within Reach

TitleWithin Reach

Author: littlebirdtold (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Star Trek

Word Count: ~20.8k

Warnings: main character presumed dead, bottom!jim

SummaryFour years into the Enterprise’s voyage, Spock dies in a transporter accident on a routine mission. Jim slowly falls apart and develops an unhealthy obsession that, ultimately, brings Spock back.

Comments: My obsession with littlebirdtold’s fics is never-ending.  This is a great fic, lots and lots of angst and oblivious!jim, but finishes with a lovely happy (porny) ending.

Charles/Erik - A Prank Gone Right…Sort Of.

TitleA Prank Gone Right…Sort Of.

Author: Neverrun (AO3)

Rating: PG

Fandom: XMFC

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: nothing to see here

SummaryThe kids are bored, so they decide to pull a prank on Erik and Charles. The prank? Spiking Charles’ morning tea with a “truth” serum so that he can finally make a move on Erik. The results are a mixture of the expected and unexpected. And, Charles isn’t exactly pleased.

Bucky/Steve - check me out

Titlecheck me out

Author: pollitt (AO3)

Rating: G

Fandom: Captain America

Word Count: ~400

Warnings: nothing to see here

SummaryThe lines at the grocery store aren’t long, but once Bucky and Steve take their place in one of them, it’s clear that no one is going anywhere anytime soon.

Bucky grabs a magazine off of the rack and raises an eyebrow at Steve. “Captain America groupies — how much of a ‘Cappie’ are you? Should I take the quiz and find out?”

Comments: Adorable.

Clint/Phil - Melting Ice in the Sun

TitleMelting Ice in the Sun

Author: foxxcub (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Avengers

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: AU, daddy kink, age difference (underage!clint (16-17 years old) with enthusiastic consent all around), bottom!clint

SummaryPhil Coulson has a secret, and the secret happened by accident. Actually, the secret is the accident. And that accident’s name is Clint Barton.

Comments: Smutty and sweet.