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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.

Selective Hearing

by @mxaether @ixalit & @kocuria

for @thefalconthatcriedwolf - happy birthday!

Ship: Non-Serum Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes

Tags: Modern AU, werewolf AU, shrinkyclinks, witch Steve, non-binary Steve, werewolf Bucky, Alpha Bucky (not a/b/o), possessive Bucky, fluff, eventual smut, other additional tags to be added, yes there will be full shift werewolf sex

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Steve turns and almost runs face first into Bucky’s chest. It knocks a surprised gasp from him and he stumbles back, glaring up at Bucky and tugging the sleeves of his dressing gown down his arms. Usually he knows exactly where someone is in a room—he’s gotta, he’s barely over five foot and weighs just shy of basically nothing—but this asshole—

“Excuse me,” Steve starts, but—is… “Are you smelling me?”

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When the big, bad Alpha of the Brooklyn Weres barges into Steve's life, the witch tries not to fall for him. He tries really hard.

The clock reads 3:38 am when Steve finally wrestles his keys into the lock and pushes open the front door.

With carefully silent movements, he sets his duffle and shield on the bench and toes off his shoes. He runs on autopilot as he goes through the motions, locking the door and hanging up his jacket. His head is still foggy from whatever was in that gas—not to mention the dreadful lack of sleep. It’s been three days since he managed to get more than an hour of shuteye, and twice as long since he’s had a real bed.

He makes his way down the hallway to the back of the apartment. Bucky had probably woken up the second the door opened, but Steve still makes an effort to keep his footfalls soft. He forms half an idea of showering, but with the way his thoughts are swimming in and out of focus and the rinse off he had back at the tower, he decides against it. Bucky’s seen him in worse states.

Finally, finally, Steve reaches their room and is within sight of his bed. And Bucky.

He strips clumsily, leaving his clothes to be picked up tomorrow. The covers have been pulled back from Steve’s side of the bed, and there’s a full glass of water on the nightstand, and Steve is about ready to collapse right then and there.

It hadn’t presented as a particularly hard mission—easy in, easy out, Fury had said—but things went down a steep hill once they got started. Between bad information and a few surprise guests, their two day mission had stretched into a week with far too little rest and too many fights. Only when they’d gotten back to debrief had it really hit Steve how tired he was without the adrenaline coursing through his system, and how much he wanted to get home.

Steve crawls into bed beside Bucky and immediately, there’s a warm body pressed to his back and an arm hooked over his waist.

“Good trip?”

Bucky’s grumble sounds half-asleep, but Steve highly suspects that’s not the case. He’s gotten better at pretending, but Steve knows how Bucky’s heartbeat feels when he’s near sleep.

Steve lets out the breath he’s been holding. “Somethin’ like that.”

Bucky holds him tighter, tangling their legs together and pressing a kiss to the back of Steve’s neck.

The Fist of HYDRA

by @ixalit and @hanitrash​

with art by @kocuria​ (here)

written for @trekchik​ - happy birthday!!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 7.5k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Tentacle sex, dubious consent, fuck or die

Summary: When Steve ventures beneath an old HYDRA base, he’s shocked at what he finds. 

“Who is your master?”

The man tips his head and studies Steve. “If HYDRA has fallen, then I have no master. You could be my new master, since you have found me.”

Steve jumps when a tentacle curls around his leg. He really should have been paying attention to those things.

“Why me? Why not someone else?”

“Because I choose you. Unless you’d rather I run around the world unchecked, doing whatever the monster inside of me pleases.”

the catch 22s are all catching up with you (10k)

Warnings: HYDRA Trash Party, Rape/Non-con

Tags: HTP, whump, dead dove: do not eat, identity porn, fucked up consent, HYDRA made them do it, shameboners, sex pollen (sorta not really)

Ships: Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers / Sam Wilson

Rating: Explicit

Summary: 

When Bucky goes looking for a fight and gets more than he bargained for, Steve and Sam devise a plan to rescue him.

Unfortunately, things don’t go as smoothly as they’d hoped.

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Note: The noncon is between the listed relationships. Steve is a kinky SOB and doesn’t have the best mental health or coping strategies, but there is a happy ending. For the most part. 

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18+ only, please.

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“Fuck...” Chris groans into the quiet room as he spreads Sebastian’s cheeks apart, resisting the urge to grind his cock into the smooth, oiled skin. “Look at you, honey, such a pretty little hole. And all for me...” 

Sebastian’s noises are muffled by the mattress he’s laying on, but Chris hears his desperation all the same. He sees it in the way Sebastian grips the sheet and arches his back, pushing his ass as high as he can with Chris straddling his thighs. 

After an evening of teasing touches and filthy texts, they’re both worked up, riding high on the sparse time they have together this weekend. And between the champagne and Chris’ massage, it makes sense that Sebastian’s going a little sweet already. Slipping into that cloudy headspace he’s tried to describe to Chris time and time again. 

Shifting to the side and getting off Sebastian’s legs, Chris leans down and presses a quick kiss to one of the dimples above his ass. 

“C’mon, sweetheart—up on your knees. Chest down, that’s it.” Chris gently guides Sebastian’s hips up as he shuffles to get his knees under him. “Perfect,” he breathes, smoothing a hand down Sebastian’s back. 

Chris loves him like this; legs spread, beautifully presenting his hole for Chris’ hungry gaze. He moves between Sebastian’s legs, hears a moan catch in Sebastian’s throat as he covers each cheek with a large hand and teases his hole with his thumbs. 

“Please,” Sebastian says in something close to a whimper. 

“Yeah? You want it?”

Vows — a stucky poem

Pin Me To Myself

by @trekchik @ixalit @the1918 @darter-blue @becassine @kalee60 @hanitrash

written for @cantabile-l

PAIRING: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

RATING: E

LENGTH: 7 chapters, 19k

MAIN TAGS: Bottom Steve, Top Bucky, fluff, light d/s, CA:TFA, CA:TWS, CA:CW, Infinity War, Wakanda Stucky, Endgame fix-it, canon-typical angst, happy ending

SUMMARY:

“How are you feeling now?”

The tone in Bucky’s voice makes Steve open his bleary eyes, and he smiles up into a face he knows far better than his own and grins. “I feel grounded. Whole. Home.”

The returning grin makes his heart soar, and Bucky leans forward to kiss him, the fresh mint on his tongue means he’s already brushed his teeth, and Steve knows he spaced out after his orgasm to have missed Bucky leaving the bed.

“Love you,” he whispers as Bucky moves back to snuggle down next to him, to pull Steve in tight, curling around his back—just the way Steve likes to be held.

“‘Til the end of the line, right?”

“And beyond,” Steve replies softly and starts to fall into a safe, deep sleep, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, warm and content, knowing that no matter what happens next—even an alien war, Thanos, whatever—nothing could keep them apart.

Or: Six times Steve got diddled and one time he got dicked

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