The hidden lair

“NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING, NOTHING EVER COULD."

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: After being cheated on by your longtime boyfriend, you find yourself coming back to your hometown jobless and with very little money, trying to find a new purpose in life. At the same time US Army Captain Steve Rogers, now working as a diplomat for the US Government, just got transferred in Italy (Tuscany to be more specific) with his three kids. Left alone after his wife passed years ago, the Captain struggles to build a relationship with his kids and finds it even more difficult to find a proper educator for them who's also willing to follow his strict rules. With the help of your best friend you manage to get the job and start to know him and his kids better. Will your positive attitude and kind behaviour be able to soften the tough and grumpy Captain?

Warnings: angst, slowburn, fluff, SMUT. (Detailed warnings will be added in each chapter - *indicates chapters with smut)

This story is slightly inspired by the movie “The Sound of Music” and by me thinking about how great Chris Evans would be playing Captain Von Trapp in a remake of the original movie.

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN*

EPILOGUE*

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You are 100% right. And ok look here’s the thing. HERE’S THE THING

Political Animals aired in mid 2012. They started filming CA:TWS in early 2013.

Now, if we say that they didn’t hook up in 2010 while filming TFA (warp reality to fit your needs it’s a handy trick), this totally could have happened.

Now that he’s doing another movie with this guy, he wants to see more of his filmography. He searches it on his laptop, and the first thing to come up is Political Animals. He *very innocently* clicks on it, settles in with a beer, maybe.

The first episode is good. Seb is good. He clicks play on the next.

This episode… Look, it’s good too, but. Someone—a man—pushes Seb onto a bed and they’re kissing and clearly doing… other stuff.

Chris isn’t— he isn’t turned on by it. Is not. He’s simply admiring another actor, a friend’s, work. He’s admiring the curve of Seb’s neck, his lips, the cut of his jaw because it shows he… knows his angles. Or something.

He’s leaning closer to the screen and replaying the scene because… fuck.

Chris slams the laptop shut, probably too hard. Speaking of too hard— double fuck.

It’s not like he has anything against men who like men. He even went through a phase of questioning in high school when he was the theater nerd and people were calling him names… but… this is different. This is a friend and a co-worker and this is—

Fuck.

Raking a hand through his hair and pulling it a bit, he tries to think of ways he can think himself out of this one. There are none he can think of. Mostly there’s just questions.

This hotel room with questionable decor is a really shitty place to have a life realization. If that’s what this is…

Okay wait. How does he know? How does he know know. Maybe this was just a… a fluke. Yeah. Maybe he just needs to… to watch it again. Or gay porn? No that doesn’t seem like it would be helpful.

Fuck.

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The next couple weeks, he’s weird. He feels weird, he tries not to act weird but fails miserably if the behavior of the people around him is anything to go by.

Seb definitely notices. Especially when Chris goes back to calling him Sebastian like they haven’t known each other for years.

He eventually talks to Scott, who gives him shit, but at least it’s minimal shit. He does… explain some things. About attraction and labels and… other stuff.

He’s still very… unsure. Of everything. He’s rewatched that scene more than he’ll ever admit. He’s staring at Seb’s lips a lot, and trying to picture what the extra muscle looks like on his frame, and imagining running his tongue over said muscle… But just because he’s aware of it doesn’t mean he can stop.

He can do this. He can push through a little longer and then he can take time to figure himself out.

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He can’t do this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky's recent purchase has implications for your relationship.

Word Count: 1440

Warnings: 1400 words of fluff with a hint of implied adult sexual themes. There's a detail from TFATWS, though it's not a plot spoiler, I'm mentioning it for the purists out there who haven't seen the show.

A/N: This is my entry for The Hoeing to Hozier challenge hosted by the brilliant @the-iceni-bitch . Congrats Natalie, on your 1K followers and thank you for hosting this unique challenge! It introduced me to more of Hozier's music that I'd been sleeping on and made me push through a writing funk. Sorry it's late. I hope you enjoy this dose of Bucky fluffiness! 💙

Prompt: There, all of you a verb in perfect view - Movement

You’re a dozen footsteps into Bucky’s apartment, standing in the living room when you notice it. “You bought a bed?”

The answer’s obvious, after all it’s staring right at you at the end of the hallway. Neatly made, white linens tucked just so, and a folded blue plaid blanket draped across. But this is Bucky Barnes and his having a bed is rife with symbolism. To say you're shocked is an understatement.

“Yeah.” He rubs his right hand along the back of his neck like he’s tamping down a sudden case of nervousness. “It’s about time I got one.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Your feelings aren’t a burden to Bucky Barnes. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Fluff, crying, Bucky being amazing (is that a warning?) This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

I have a lot of feelings and I just wanted fluff with Bucky. Enjoy, lovelies!

Opening up wasn’t an easy thing for you. Talking wasn’t the issue. You could somehow carry on a conversation with just about anyone. But the things that really mattered, like your feelings, were harder to discuss. You conditioned yourself a long time ago to put them aside. 

“Come to work with me,” James demands lightly, voice basement deep and all vibration against Steve’s skin.

“No.”

“Mmm, not a request. Come on, honey...” James breathes into his ear, petting his arm, giving his shoulder and ear little kisses. I can’t stop thinking about how, some mornings, James wakes up and doesn’t want to be physically away from Steve whatsoever, how sometimes the thought of him not being within an arms-reach of his Daddy makes James anxious all over.

“No,” Steve huffs again, defiant to his core even as he wiggles back and presses the curve of his ass against James’ morning erection. James gives him a gentle squeeze all over, another set of featherlight kisses.

“C’mon. I’m gonna go turn the shower on. Come join me...”

I can’t stop thinking about how in love James would feel in moments like those grumpy morning showers. Yes, he’s a bit anxious, but very few things can top the way Huffy Baby Rogers acts on these days. It’s like he knows that James needs to dote more openly, has more patience, that give and take naturally occurring flawlessly.

Steve refusing to wash himself, would rather curl up against his Daddy’s front and try to catch any extra second of sleep he can, than lift his arms and bathe himself. Steve purring, louder and louder the more skin James covers in suds and soap, those purrs turning into whimpers with each minuscule and then deliberate press of his hips, his dick, against his Daddy’s belly.

I can’t stop thinking about the way James would look down at Steve, nose to nose, pushing Steve’s hair back from his forehead, as he fists Steve’s dick under the steamy spray of water, watching firsthand how openly his baby yields to him, how he just lets his Daddy make him feel good. One pinch to the tip of his dick has Steve spilling between their bodies, gasping and whining into James’ neck as his Daddy presses coos and kisses into Steve’s cheek, his nose, his jaw.

“No, baby,” Daddy would tell him as his shaky hands reach for James’ achy cock, “Later.”

I can’t stop thinking about how adorable Steve would be after he throws on some jeans and one of his Daddy’s few and far between hoodies, the way he’d still be so sleepy and now a bit floaty from his orgasm. James would have to smear his moisturizer onto his cheeks, rub it in, grab socks, shoes, put them next to Steve on the bed as he goes to get himself ready.

“Don’t pout, c’mon,” James presses from the bathroom.

“You want coffee? Huh? One of those frozen ones you say you hate but you love to drink?”

Steve doesn’t say anything from the bed as he puts on his shoes but James and feel the glare on his back. James barely hears the, “Extra whipped cream...”

Venti Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino. Frozen and sugary and far too sweet for James’ taste but it gets Steve to the office without too many grumbles so he likes to think he gets that sugar rush anyway. Seeing Darcy at the front desk brings a smile to Stevie’s face as well, always does.

“What’d he drag you here for?” she asks with a smile and Steve gets an eye roll out, a, “Good fucking question,” out as well before James is mumbling, “Good morning to you too, Darcy...”.

Oh, the way James has all of these things around his office set aside for Steve on these days: a blanket for couch naps and snuggles, a jar of Peach Rings on his desk that have become a permanent fixture and is always fully stocked for a boy who loves sugar, a book of crossword puzzles, a sketch pad and some nice pencils. Subtle purpose, all for Steve to preoccupy himself with as Daddy works.

I can’t help but think of the moment there is an impromptu meeting in James’ office, 4-5 men in suits spread around his desk, James lounging on the couch and sipping on some afternoon tea. The looks he would get as he took the opportunity to sketch, the way James would get hot around his collar as someone looks at Steve one too many times, the snap James would give to that person, a focus snap, but Steve humming as soon as he hears it, eyes immediately on his Daddy.

A natural.

“We’ll finish later. Out,” is all James can get out as he watches Steve watch him from across the room, cheeks beet red from his improper assumption, James’ morning election returning with a vengeance.

“C’mere,” he murmurs with the tip of his chin, reveling in the graceful way Steve rises and glides across the room, focus unwavering, sea-blue eyes swallowed up and consumed by the darkest of night-sky color as Steve settles himself between Daddy’s spread thighs without needing to be told to.

“Sweet boy...”

I can’t help but think of those days where James brings Steve to work being ones that end around lunchtime, always turning into half-days with a brief, “Darcy, just forward all my calls to voicemail for the rest of the afternoon, thank you,” given on the way out the door, a flushed and glossy-eyed Steve in tow.

I don’t know, I just can’t stop thinking about the two of them ending up back in bed where they should have stayed in the first place, where they spend the rest of the afternoon and into the evening until their limbs are sore and their lips are cherry red and their bodies and hearts have had their fill of each other for now...🥰🥺💕

Summary: After dating Bucky in secret you end up meeting each of his teammates through increasingly bizarre encounters. [Fluff and humor]

Authors Note: This story takes place after Strange Courting Rituals of Reformed Hydra Assassins but it’s not necessary to have read it beforehand. 

You meet Steve a month after you start dating Bucky in one of the most mortifying experiences of your life. 

It happens on a Saturday morning. 

You’re up much earlier than you’d normally be, but Bucky’s enticed you out of bed with the promise of breakfast tacos from the cafeteria. There had also been the promise of cuddles on the couch and ice cream for dinner. You drove a hard but fair bargain you thought, especially when you conceded to Bucky’s no pants rule.

You’re surprised when you hear the jingle of keys only 10 minutes after he left. You expected Bucky to be gone longer but it’s probably early enough that there wasn’t a line. You finish brushing your teeth quickly before throwing on Bucky’s henley from last night and shimming into a discarded pair of black underwear. 

You’re hoping your light attire would coax Bucky back to bed after breakfast. Or maybe before. Reheated tacos weren’t the worst thing in the world you decide as you turn the corner to the kitchen. You take a moment to set a flirty pout on your lips and adjust his shirt before striking a sexy pose against the doorframe.

“Well hello there soldier,” you purr, looking up at Bucky through your eyelashes in what you hope is an alluring sort of way. 

Except it’s not Bucky standing in the kitchen. 

The Storm and the Dust

by @the1918

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Song of the Rolling Earth: The AU Farmer Daddy Steve and Bucky Story

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CHAPTERS: 4 / 4 - Complete (15k)

RATING: Explicit

SHIP: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes (Shrunkyclunks)

TAGS: [No Archive Warnings Apply] Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Retired Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Injury Recovery, Homelessness, Homophobic Parents (Off-Screen), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Identity Porn, Depleted Topsoil, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Guilt, So much guilt, Sexual Tension, Unreliable Narrator, Bucky Is 25, Steve is 40, Farmer Steve Rogers, Twink Bucky Barnes, Daddy Kink, Mentions of: Loss of Virginity, Anal Sex

SUMMARY:

Bucky Barnes was twenty-five years old. He had been a student of something before whatever happened to him, well. Happened. Bucky had lived his first shot at youth with a red, beating heart and the world before his feet until Steve’s own failure on the other side of the planet reduced Bucky and billions of others to lifeless, gray dust. But now—now, after 2023 and weak long-shots and time machines—here Bucky was: still ash in the wind even when he was ten feet away from Steve and made of bleeding, splintered flesh. He was ash reformed as a lonely kid with dirt in his hair and dried blood on his ear, and he was young, and he was devastating, and he was beautiful in a way that burned the tops of Steve’s own lungs.

read on Ao3

read the farm-verse background post here

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SugarVerse - SugarDaddy Steve & College Student Bucky (18+)

💋 Phone sex

💋 Steve teaches Bucky how to 👅

💋 Hooker role play

💋 Choking

💋 Fingering

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JockVerse - College Athlete AU (18+)

🏈 Locker room sex

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Silver Steve & Bucky

💕 Introducing Silver Steve & Bucky (collab with @howdoyousleep3)

💕 How they met

💕 Their first date

💕 Physical Intimacy (18+)

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Ao3 Fics (not on tumblr)

✏️ Stripper Bucky (18+)

✏️ Sunset beach proposal

✏️ Pre-war pining

✏️ Moonlit wall sex (18+)

✏️ Bottom!Steve BDSM glory (18+)

✏️ Angsty first-time teen fumblings (18+)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) parings: bucky x reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader) series word count: ~57k warnings: heavy emphasis on Bucky’s PTSD and depression (panic attacks, nightmares, dissociation, flashbacks, survivor’s guilt), a super sweet and shy Bucky, a bunch of book recs, smut (18+, will be marked by chapter with *), a surprising amount of fluff given these warnings 🧡 a/n: chapters will be updated under the cut! 

Time for some more Evanstan with witch!Seb! This story takes place in the same universe as “every inch of north and south.” Warnings for…blood & magically inflicted injuries? I promise he’s going to be fine though! It’s magical healing, after all!

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Chris steps in through the side door of Sebastian’s magician’s consultation rooms, where the wards know him as Seb’s boyfriend; he’s tired but cheerful, because it’s been a productive day of meetings about the directorial project he’s taking on for fun, the film about rescue dogs, and also he’s brought coffee for Seb from that new place down the street they’ve been meaning to try.

He’s expecting the familiar tickle of Seb’s magic, and he smiles, the way Seb’s wards generally smile back, all warm and smoky and glittery as opals.

The magic is familiar. It recognizes him. But it’s also wrong. Frantic. Scurrying. Spiking. Singing and shouting, sounds Chris doesn’t quite physically hear but feels—

He’s not a witch the way Sebastian is. But he is magic-sensitive, kind of adjacent to it and aware of it if it’s happening, and he’s Seb’s boyfriend. Sebastian’s magic knows that.

The hairs at the nape of his neck stand up. His skin prickles.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 2,136

summary: You need an escape from everything, and Bucky is more than happy to give it to you.

warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF.  Bad words.  Bucky does think a naughty thing or two lol

a/n:  Thank you so much to @marylizabetha for this commission!!!!  I had so much fun with it, and honestly it was nice to get to write about escaping all of this nonsense for a little bit!!!!

He saw it when he came home from grocery shopping.  The quiver of your bottom lip.  He’d only been gone for about two hours—shopping for groceries for a super soldier can take a while, after all—but even so, it had made you anxious.  Everything about the last seven months or so made you anxious.  And he couldn’t blame you.  People were dying and it was just… frustrating how so many people didn’t seem to care.  At all.

Bucky had been the only one to leave the town house you two shared in that entire time, unless you counted the times you’d sit out on the front stoop and work on a Sudoku puzzle.  But that was a decision you had made very early on.  He was a super soldier that couldn’t get sick.  You were just a normal human.

It didn’t mean that you weren’t scared for him every time he walked outside.

Thankfully, it hadn’t taken much to convince you to stay home, even though you had to quit your job.  It wasn’t exactly the most… important thing in the world.  It wasn’t even in your field of interest.  Just a pit stop until you could put your degree to use.

But it looked like that wouldn’t be happening for a little while longer.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2070 Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Summary: After an accident Bucky doubts he’s worth your love

A/N: This is my submission for @propertyofpoeandbucky 3k Disney Challenge. My prompt was “But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though….I remember everyone that leaves.” from Lilo and Stitch gif source (x)

The howling wind whirred hard against the giant window pane. You overlooked Manhattan below, the bustling city now quieting under the thick blankets of snow. Bucky had invited you to the Tower earlier that day to watch a movie, not expecting the winter storm warning to become a full fledged blizzard. As a result you would be taking a huge step in your relationship, sleeping over.

Yes, hi, thank you for this! 💗 

So the day before yesterday I mentioned having some less than wholesome thoughts about how into Sebastian’s long hair Chris was, and how much Seb likes his hair being played with, and I think your ask gives me the perfect opportunity to elaborate on that a bit (and by a bit I mean in 2k words - and many thanks to the awesome @rainbowsandcoconut for brainstorming and helping me out, as always!) So for this one, I’m thinking Seb’s second long hair phase for CW, like when he was at Salt Lake City Comic Con in 2015 and he was gorgeous and tan and clean shaven, and Chris was bearded and pale and beautiful:

Chris and Sebastian started sleeping together not all that long before. However, since then, they’ve only seen each other a handful of times, and the last time was over three weeks ago. They arrived in Salt Lake City that morning from different place, then went straight into to the con, which means they haven’t really had any time in private all day. So by the evening, they’re both wound up from being around each other all day, touching during the photo ops, but not touching like they want to. 

Which means that once they finally get back to their hotel, they’re instantly all over each other, and it’s frenzied and urgent and a little bit desperate.

pairing: lumberjack!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 8,436

summary: Bucky’s found someone out on his front lawn during a snowstorm.  Well, Alpine found her.  If only he knew what he was getting into.

warnings: Bad words!  Violence!  Mention of kidnapping!  Mention of military violence/injury!  Mention of suicidal thoughts!

a/n:  So the song I listened to that kinda really inspired this is ‘Get You the Moon’ by Kina.  Also, this was commissioned by @buckysbunny​ and I really hope you love it, babe!

“Come on, Al,” Bucky said as he led his dog up the front steps of his cabin, carrying all the grocery bags inside.  He had a cigarette between his teeth, keeping it steady as he unlocked the door and let the gorgeous samoyed inside.  “Atta girl.”

The cabin was just as he left it three hours ago when he left to go grocery shopping.  As it should.

And Alpine was already standing at her bowl, wagging her tail.  She knew what time it was.

“You hungry, baby girl?” He asked with a grin as he grabbed the beef he’d been thawing in the sink and opened it up.  “Today’s a beef day.  We both know how much you love cows, yeah?”  He put a cup of beef in her bowl, powdering in her supplements.  “The best girl deserves the best food, yeah?” He asked as he cracked two eggs on top of it, before setting it on the ground.  Bucky couldn’t help but grin at the way that Alpine sat there in front of the bowl, waiting for the go ahead as her tail wagged aggressively.  “Eat.  Good girl.”

8. “okay, where are all my jumpers?”

Did a modern!AU twist for this. Hope you like!

Jaskier has a bag near Geralt’s bed.

It’s a leather Burberry bag that he brings to Geralt’s place anytime he’s over for more than one night - which, these days, is more often than not. And Jaskier’s too posh to lug around any old gym bag - wouldn’t be caught dead with anything that’s not fit to his extremely refined, extremely high standards - so the posh Burberry bag finds a semi-permanent home by Geralt’s bed.

They’ve been dating about five months, exclusive for a little more than three. It was Geralt, who’d dragged his feet. To hear Jaskier tell it, he’s been all in on Geralt since Yennefer set them up on that first date, a casual night of drinks. But Geralt’s a little older, and had been convinced that the sprightly, incredibly attractive, incredibly charming twenty-seven year old with the neon blue eyes wouldn’t be interested in anything long-term with a thirty-five year old divorcé and father to an eleven-year old he co-parents with his ex-wife.

Jaskier is nothing if not persistent though, determined to prove just how committed he was exactly to Geralt, to Ciri and Yen, to the potential of long-term, and Geralt soon had to let go of his personal hang-ups and take the leap.