ngl seb in political animals could've and 100% would've been chris' "oh shit am i into this" moment
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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.
—
He can’t do this.
Somehow Chris had ended up here, in a bar. A karaoke bar, to be specific. And somehow, he’d ended up tipsy. And singing. With Seb.
The one thing Scott had told him was to try not to get drunk with Seb.
But now he’s here and they’re singing fucking “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by fucking REO Speedwagon and—
Look, if the lyrics hit a little close to home and the way Seb is looking at him sparks heat in his stomach, nobody has to know. Seb certainly doesn’t have to know.
He hopes Seb doesn’t know.
He hopes Seb knows everything, can somehow read his mind.
The end of the song finds them with an arm around each other, and Chris isn’t sure how they that happened. He hands the mic off, mutters something about needing a smoke, and searches for an exit.
You never think about how wonderful cool air is until you feel it on your face after pushing out of a crowded bar. Chris leans heavily against the brick.
The alley is deserted, thank God. Just him and his thoughts and the sounds of the city.
Maybe there’s no answer to this. Maybe he’s meant to stay in this limbo between lust and knowing himself. Maybe it’s God or the universe’s way of telling him to slow down.
He’s in the midst of going through his contacts for a lawyer that might be able to get him out of his Marvel contract, when the door beside him pushes open. He expects someone stumbling; maybe sick, maybe laughing. He doesn’t expect messy brown hair and soft eyes and a smile that could bring a man to his knees.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Seb cocks his head. “Thought you were out here to smoke.”
“Just needed a break,” Chris shrugs.
“I get that,” Seb says, shifting to lean against the brick beside Chris. He looks up at the sky like he can actually see the stars.
“Why’re you out here?”
Seb turns that smile on Chris and nudges his shoulder. “Checking on you.”
“I’m fine.”
“I know you’re fine,” Seb says Just thought… Maybe you could be better?”
“Better?”
“Christ, you’re gonna make me spell it out?”
Chris raises his eyebrows expectantly. Where the fuck is this going?
“Look I—“ Seb starts. “Tell me if I’m off base and I’ll shut up but… I’ve been getting a vibe from you recently.”
“A vibe?”
“Yes, a vibe. Look what I’m saying is— Do you want me to suck your dick or not? ‘Cause I can’t figure it out and it’s driving me insane and—”
“Do I what?” Chris is sure he’s hallucinating. How else would this be happening? Maybe someone gave him bad weed, maybe someone slipped something in his drink because there’s no way this is actually—
“I’ll take that as a no then. Forget what I said, sorry about that.”
Seb turns to leave, and Chris is still trying to catch up with his thoughts, to process what he heard, but Seb is leaving and he needs to do something.
He reaches out and grabs Seb’s wrist before he can think better of it. Seb spins around and Chris pulls and Seb’s back meets the brick. And he’s— he’s right there. After so long imagining it, Seb is finally in Chris’ hands.
A soft oh falls from Seb’s lips. Chris’ breath stops in his lungs.
“Yeah?” Seb’s voice is quiet, nearly indistinguishable from the passing cars. But Chris sees his lips move in the dim light, feels his breath across his face…
“Yeah.”
All at once, Seb is pushing into him. Wrapping arms around Chris’ shoulders and almost touching their lips together, just the barest whisper of air between them.
Chris is the one leans forward, just enough for their lips to meet, and his pulse is pounding in his ears.
He slowly pushes Seb back against the brick, surrounds him as Seb deepens their kiss. And this—the kissing, the teasing, the moving—Chris knows how to do this.
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.
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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Promising review: “Max, I fucking hate trash but this was a work of art. You fucker. ❤️” —@becassine
“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?”
“Yes, yes, please—”
“Want my tongue in your pretty hole? You like it when I eat you out, get you all wet and ready for my cock?
“Please, want it. Please—fuck—Chris....”
Sebastian sounds— Fuck, he sounds gorgeous and blissed out and almost wrecked. Chris barely holds back a growl that wants to slip from his throat. He’ll always marvel at this side of Sebastian. The side that comes out so easily when Chris pampers and loves and cherishes him like he deserves.
With a soft hum, Chris leans in and licks a broad stripe over Sebastian’s hole. He feels Sebastian shake under his hands, the quiet moans spilling from Sebastian’s lips, and redoubles his efforts, on a mission to drive the other man fucking crazy. He wastes no time, licking around Sebastian’s rim with messy swipes, pushing his tongue into the tight muscle as saliva wets his beard.
Fuck, Sebastian is gonna have such pretty marks tomorrow. Chris will make sure of it. Speaking of...
He pulls back to slap at Sebastian’s ass—just hard enough to leave behind a red mark and the hint of a warm sting. God, Sebastian looks a sight. Skin flushed, littered with lovely red marks from Chris’ hands and mouth and beard. Secret marks that show Chris’ claim.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Chris growls.
“Mhmm... Love your tongue.”
“Know you do, sweetheart.” He strokes over Sebastian’s hip in what he hopes is a soothing touch. “Know you love my tongue in your tight little hole, gettin’ you all wet for my cock.”
Biting his high-pitched whine into the sheet, Sebastian pushes his ass further back.
“Fuck Chris, please...”
He rubs over Sebastian’s ass, his hips, his thighs, before reaching for Sebastian’s cock where it hangs between his spread legs. Pulling his cock back, Chris licks a long stripe from the head of his cock, over his balls, up to circle his hole. He sucks each of Sebastian’s balls gently into his mouth, and makes his way back down to suckle at the tip of Sebastian’s cock, teasing the slit and reveling in the tiny bucks of Sebastian’s hips.
If Sebastian’s shoulders weren’t already on the bed, Chris is pretty sure he’d be collapsing right about now.
As he pants into the bed, the sounds falling from Sebastian’s mouth are near-obscene. He always gets so loud when his cock is sucked, too overwhelmed to stifle his moans.
Before he makes Sebastian come, Chris lets go of his cock and kisses back up to his hole. He spreads Sebastian open and watches his hole clench, begging for more of Chris’ attention. He looks at the saliva covering Sebastian, at the wetness glistening on his hole and balls and—fuck. Pushing his fingers into the meat of Sebastian’s ass and spreading him further, Chris spits directly onto his hole.
Sebastian’s gasp hits his ears and Chris looks up sharply. He’s never done that before, having never done that before, never had the urge to. But when his eyes fall on Sebastian’s face, he’s met with the most beautifully wrecked expression.
Sweaty hair stuck to Sebastian’s forehead, his eyes unfocused and bright, mouth agape and gasping for air. Chris bends over and squeezes Sebastian’s hand as he presses a quick kiss to his temple.
“Fuck, I love you,” Chris says as he kneels back up.
By the time he slots his cock between the wet heat of Sebastian’s cheeks, his baby is already pushing back against Chris in desperate little grinds.
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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It’s a very special person’s birthday today - @cantabile-l - and we all wanted to show our appreciation and love for her and all that she means to us. So, we enmeshed some of her all-time favorite tropes into a series of scenes from Steve and Bucky’s lives. We hope you love it, Jo 😚
