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metalbvcky · 1 year

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I posted 1,865 times in 2022

84 posts created (5%)

1,781 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@musette22

@bubbarnes

@love-buckybarnes

@thedamageofherdays

@sebastiansourceurce

I tagged 1,865 of my posts in 2022

#till the end of the queue - 642 posts

#sebastian stan - 545 posts

#stucky - 336 posts

#chris evans - 325 posts

#bucky barnes - 231 posts

#stucky fanart - 227 posts

#fanart - 201 posts

#steve rogers - 120 posts

#fav - 103 posts

#writing tag - 85 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#prnstar au part 3 is gonna get ANGSTY because it goes in depth of the lore of like steve's career and bucky's life since he moved to NYC

My Top Posts in 2022:

I took my love, I made him mine

You know, there's nothing like the comfort of a cabin fic set in late autumn! Which is why I wrote this :3

@buckybarnesbingo - Adoptable square. KINK: Kitchen Sex @mcukinkbingo - I: Comfort Sex

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Word/Chapter Count: 1,657 (1/1) Tags: Canon Divergence, Cabin Fic, Smut, Kitchen Sex, Bottom Bucky, Top Steve, Post-Serum Steve, Beffy Bucky (see full list of tags on AO3)

🍂 Summary 🍂

“Something smells awfully good over there,” Steve says from afar, and his words die in his throat when he steps into the kitchen.

The first thing Steve’s gaze lands on is ass, peeking out from an apron that’s loosely tied at Bucky’s waist. He lets his eyes wander the smooth, bare skin, of ripped shoulder blades and massive thighs.

"What’cha waitin’ on, Stevie?” Bucky smirks, eyes sparking. “Come and get a taste of this pretty peach.”

Or, how Steve and Bucky spend their cabin getaway after a long mission.

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110 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

Shelves of Aster Chapter 1 (Part 1 of I Never Bloomed 'till I Met You)

It feels surreal posting this now that it's almost been a year since I started writing the first fic for this series. Now here we are, at Steve/Bucky's origin story! It's gonna be much longer than Rose Blue, so it's an unfinished WIP :) I hope to update every now and then, but I'll be hopping between this and my SFS bang fic for a while.

A big shoutout to @appleschloss who is very much as absorbed into Bloom as I am <3

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Current Word/Chapter Count: 10,344 (2/?) LONGFIC! Tags: Modern/Bookstore AU, Dom/Sub, Dom/Top!Steve, Sub/Bottom!Bucky, First Meetings, Meet Cute, Falling in Love, Fluff & Smut (see full list of tags on AO3)

📚 Summary 📚

Steve had just about everything he could want, and he wasn’t even forty yet. A nice penthouse in Brooklyn, heated floors in all bathrooms, and a closet full of tailor-made suits. It was almost complete, but one thing was missing.

A sub, preferably a twink. Maybe a partner as well? He’d also love to have a sugar baby to spoil.

But Steve was too busy with work to jump back into the dating scene, as bringing Tony’s fantasies to life was time consuming. Had it really been a year since he hooked up with someone? It felt longer, considering he’d been active in the lifestyle for over a decade.

Then came an encounter on a late evening, when he ran to the nearest store in need of paint. It was as if his thoughts were heard and the perfect match for him had fallen into his lap. An adorable twenty-something with beautiful blue eyes and short brown hair. Unfortunately they were about to close, so he hadn't had the chance to talk to the cashier beyond exchanging a couple of words.

But what were the odds he was interested in kink too?

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(A reblog is greatly appreciated! <3)

112 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

Fame and Exposure

My first fill for the fourth round of @buckybarnesbingo! And it's all @appleschloss's fault :P

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Word/Chapter Count: 3,089 (1/1) Tags: Modern P*rn AU, Top!Steve/Bottom!Bucky, Smut, Daddy Kink, Roleplay, Silver Fox Steve, Twink Bucky, P*rnstar!Steve, Sex worker!Bucky (see full list of tags on AO3)

🎥 Summary 🎥

Bucky storms into the office, panting, acting as if he had just run half a mile. “Look, I-I know— I know that I’m— I’m—”

“Late?” Steve finishes for him, arms crossed as he leans against the desk. His navy dress shirt exposes the hairs on his chest, the first two buttons loosened, as with his tie. “Typical,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “What’s your excuse this time?”

Bucky fiddles with his hands, not meeting Steve’s gaze. “Um...I had to take a detour?”

“Bullshit.”

“But sir, traffic was heavy!”

Steve surges forward, coming to wrap a hand around Bucky’s jaw to force eye contact. While Bucky gets lost in those sharp blue eyes, Steve’s dark tone causes a shiver to roll through him. “You listen to me, boy,” he growls, “because I won’t repeat myself.”

Bucky's first ever p*rnshoot ends up being with Captain Rogers, an attractive silver fox who frequents Bucky’s wet dreams.

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121 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

Tom Holland during the puppy interview: aw aren't you all sweet? so the question--

Chris Evans: CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M BUSY HERE!!!!!

150 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

When you're writing a longfic and have to go 20k+ words back to refresh your memory on a small detail in order to continue with your current place

504 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #long post for ts #i made less posts this year than i thought i did #and that long tag reminds me that i need to write that fic lmao #this is a better year in review than my main blog tho cause nothing but AO3 discourse made it to the top 5

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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Hey love! I don’t know if you’re comfortable with writing sub!bucky but if u are can u write like maybe a headcanon where ever since his tragic past bucky needs someone in his life to help him feel like he doesn’t need to carry a burden so he has a dom/sub relationship with reader. Thanks so much!! ❤️

i freaking loveeeee this 🥰 thanks for the concept babe! i’ve never written dom!reader because i am not a dominent person lmao but hopefully i did ok and did your concept justice! sorry this took long too lolll

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut 18+ (dom!reader x sub!bucky), sad bucky, little bit of angst, mentions of PTSD, bi!reader btw ;)

So I imagine like you and Bucky are hanging out one day and you see him visibly tense.

He's like on the verge of tears. His nightmares have been getting worse, often keeping him from sleeping for hours on end.

"Hey, bud. Are you okay?" you asked.

"Uh, I uh, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, that's all," he responded.

“Ok,” you simply replied, not wanting to bug him.

It was quiet for a bit, the only sound was the vocal nonsense coming from the tv. Bucky awkwardly moved still visibly tensed until you had enough. You paused the movie and turned to face him.

“Come on, tell me what’s up,” you said to him.

“It’s fine. I think I just need to take a nap or something,” he said rubbing his eyes.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? It’s ok, you know,” You said rubbing his shoulder.

“I don’t burden you with all my problems,” he chuckled but you didn’t laugh.

“I feel like I have all this baggage and I don’t know what to do with it. Shuri removed the words from my head and the PTSD has gotten better from what Banner has told me, but I still feel like everytime I open my mouth I’m annoying someone with my problems.”

“Bucky, what you went through would have driven anyone mad. For you to stand here now the way you are with friends who love you and care so much about you is so special. Something not everyone has.”

“I know. I know. How do I stop feeling like a burden. I need something to make feel grounded again you know?”

You knew exactly what he was talking about; and you sure know how to feel better but you don’t if that’s something he’s willing to do.

“Have you, and you can totally say no, ever thought about enetering a dom/sub relationship? I used to be in one when I got out of the Red Room, dominent of course,” you smiled.

Genuinely though, you met a gal looking for a dom. You needed a sense of control over something, anything, for once in your life.

“Did it help you?” He asked shyly.

“It made me feel better,” you responded.

“I haven’t had many partners so I wouldn’t call myself a professional but I took care of the them.”

“Can you take care of me?” He whispered.

You stuttered after hesitating. You were extremely attracted to Bucky and being his dom wouldn’t help your case.

“If you’re uncomfortable, doll, you can say no. I’m not the only one who has say; I mean I asked you first.”

“No, it’s just...”

“Just what, doll?” Bucky got closer to you and you literally smell his delightful cologne that radiating off his extremely warm body. You were getting flustered.

“Bucky, I, I really like you,” you huffed, “and I don’t want to do this with no strings because that would kinda hurt too much.”

“Y/n,” Bucky practically moaned.

“I’ve spent everyday that I’ve known you dreaming about what having you in arms would be like.”

“Bucky,” you whispered against his lips.

You two bursted through the door to your room tugging at each other cothes, desperately attacking each other’s lips. You pushed Bucky down onto the bed after he stripped his shirt.

You crawled up his body before straddling his hips. Bucky grabbed your hips but you smack them and pulled away to tell him, no touching. You grabbed his hand and placed them above his head.

“These move and I walk out, got it?”

He simply nodded.

“Yes ma’am,” you clarified.

“Yes ma’am,” he wimpered.

You moved your hips back and forth grinding against Bucky evident hard on. He whined and moaned loudly making you wetter and wetter with every passing second.

You stepped back, making direct eye contact with Bucky who didn’t dare move an inch. Slowly and torturously you took off each pieace of clothing on your body.

Through his sweatpants, you could see him getting harder with article coming off your body. he wimpered and whined seeing your full body in display naked in all it’s glory.

You picked up your nude lace panties and walked over to Bucky smirking like the devil. You stuffed your panties in Bucky mouth and he gladly bit down on them.

“Not a fucking sound,” you purred in his ear.

You pulled his pants down along with his boxers, then climbed back to your rightful spot settled on his hips. You lined yourself over his erected cock and slid down slowly since he was considerably bigger than any of your past partners.

You moaned as you moved up and down boucning his cock. You even at one point moaned extra loud just to spite the gorgeous being under you because you had told him you’d leave if he made a noise.

Bucky heavily panted underneath you tears formed in his eyes; not a single sound came out of him though. You were impressed. His hips thrusted upwards to meet in time with your bouncing.

You chased your oragsm, skin slapping eachoing in the room. Bucky started grunting but you couldn’t care less at this point. Euhporia was washing over you.

You fell forward pulling your panties out of Bucky’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around and you kicked the blanket over yourselves with your feet; Bucky pulling the rest of way up.

“Maybe next time we can use my toybox,” you kissed his neck.

“Your what-?”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #buckybarnes x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #marvel smut #sub!bucky barnes #dom!reader

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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ok I apologize in advance if it’s too much to ask but could you do a hc of sub!seb and edging him all night with a vibrator to his dick? also I love your blog so much I read your drabbles like bedtime stories

OOH

Okay but sub! Seb is a whole ass concept and it is beautiful

Because Seb definitely looks like he'd be a switch

I mean, daddy can take control whenever he wants tbh

But he's also such a big baby sometimes and he likes to be taken care of

I'm guessing it won't usually take much for him to get into those moods

Maybe he'd come home all tired, and even a little grumpy

And in the late evenings he'd just lay in bed and brood

He'd be awfully quiet and he'd groan out of nowhere whenever you were around; seeking your attention

And you'd know just what he needed.

"What are you whining about?" you'd ask softly, playing with his hair, while he leaned into your touch; ready to take whatever you'd give him

OKAY but sub! Seb would be so needy, and whiny i can't even-

I'm guessing he'd swear a lot, softly under his breath, each time you'd mess with him with the vibrating cock ring, or the vibrating tips of one of his favorite plugs

Btw, he'd definitely have some of his favorite toys

He really likes the strap on you got for him; and he simply can't get enough of how you take him from behind and stroke his cock at the same time

And can you imagine how HOT he'd look; throwing his head back, sweaty and moaning and begging for you to let him cum

But you wouldn't

You'd edge him all night if you could because him being so big and strong but also so needy and vulnerable under your touch was a quite the sight

Maybe he'd whimper a little each time you'd move the plug around, or tease him with the cock ring

Or maybe he'd just lose all abilities to think straight as you ever so gently pressed the tip of a vibrator wand to the tip of his erected cock

I'm guessing he'd take his lower lips in between his teeth and he'd just try his best to hold it in and try not to cum so easily

But good God would it be a delightful sight to see him struggling under your touch, trying not to make a sound or cum all over your hands

Maybe he'd be into handcuffs

Or maybe even a blindfold once in a while

I'm guessing he'd like to experiment with temperature play as well; a little candle wax dripping over his weak spots...

OH but sub! Seb would always ask for permission before coming undone

Can you imagine him thanking you for taking care of him; whispering a quiet "thank you" in that soft, and tired voice of his? Because I can??

Maybe then he'd just collapse into your arms

And you'd play with his hair again; just running your fingers through his soft curls

And he'd hum; now content and satisfied

Some nights, it'd end there. And he'd go to sleep comfortably wrapped in your arms.

Or sometimes, it wouldn't just end there...

Some nights, he'd want more.

He'd support himself on his elbows and hover over you.

"I love you, you know that?" he'd ask, leaning down to give you a gentle Eskimo kiss

You'd giggle.

"I know. And I love you too"

He'd hum again, kissing down your neck.

He'd settle in between your legs, his cock getting hard all over again

He'd lean down to whisper in your ear while he pushed himself deep into you;

"Well you better remember that. Because I'm in the mood to return the favor. And I'm not gonna stop until you're shaking."

a/n: i'm sorry this took so long Anon. ily

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insertinterestingquote · 4 years

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People should write some dark fics for gay men. Like what if I want captain America to come into my house and take me while I'm asleep?

#dark fics #dark!captain america x male reader #dark!buckybarnes #dark!avengers #dark!bucky barnes x male reader #male reader #x sub male reader #//Please im too nervous to ask a writer for anything #//But ill rant #dark!thor #dark!thor x male reader #dark! characters #dark!steve x male reader #dark!winter soldier x male reader #LGBTQ #gay #//pls im a simp for this #//Add tags of your own

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asgardianthot · 5 years

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Aftercare (Steve/Bucky)

Dom/sub aftercare, angst

summary: Steve takes care of his sub, no matter how reluctant he is to it.

word count: 2996

warnings: mentions of BDSM (previous to the scenario), one unintended injury

Steve Rogers was known for many things, but kinky wasn’t one of them…

…one of the things people knew about him, that is, keeping in mind how he’d been working me with chains, spanking me and fucking the living breath out of me for the past hour.

Even though we’d both caught our breaths, I was left devastated on the bed, laying on my stomach as my bare ass was still heated red. I could have moved, probably, but taking in mind my recent submission and dedication, I believed I deserved to act as a ragdoll. So did Steve, who was already retrieving the soothing lotion and rambling about getting me some water or whatever.

“You okay?” he asked for the seventh time.

I sighed from exhaustion, given both by my sore body, and by his insistent question. No, I wasn’t perfectly fine, my back and arms were slightly hurting, my ass and butt cheeks were killing me, the marks left by the handcuffs in my flesh hand were burning, I had a small cut on my lip from biting on it that wasn’t majorly uncomfortable but I could still taste the iron in my mouth, and everything felt as if I’d ran a marathon. However, I wasn’t dying, he hadn’t done anything more than he’d done before and I had already answered to his question the other six times.

Plus, it’s what I loved more than anything. Being roughed up by Steve.

“I’ll have that water.” I mumbled, merely for him to shut up about it.

He nodded with a small smile, rushing to the bathroom to get me what I had seen myself forced to ask for. He came back with his boxer briefs on, still allowing me to stare at his sculpted body, glistening with the lingering of sweat sticking, and I thought to myself it wasn’t too much of a bad view to die looking at.

“Here.” He sat down on the bed where I propped myself on my elbow to drink from his a glass held by his hand, making myself useless.

I stared into his eyes while sipping it at first, thanking him with my gaze, then focused on gulping the water down as I was desert-like thirsty and hadn’t realized it before. Once I was finished, I fell back on my side with a loud puff of air.

“Better?” Steve’s puppy eyes smiled down at me while his hand, one that had been choking me minutes earlier, was now caressing my shoulder with extreme care.

A small grin made its way into my face although I was doing no effort to conceal my tired eyes. So I just closed them and nodded, practically getting ready to take a nap before Steve started to kiss my cheekbone over and over again, with the cutest caring pecks a grown man is able to give. I enjoyed the moment for as long as it went on, until he stopped to check the red marks on my ass.

“Looks painful.” He commented when his palm grazed the irritated skin, and I knew he was hinting the possibility of putting some lotion on it.

“It’s fine.” I groaned, then motioned behind me by tilting my head a little. “My back’s not, though.”

It was meant to be a witty comment, even if there was some truth to it. The sore feeling in my ass and cheeks wouldn’t even become bruises, and I had probably mildly bruised skin somewhere in my body, but the scratches on my back meant my flesh was exposed and therefore the feeling was a bit worse at that specific moment.

Steve hovered over me to check, immediately standing up to circle the bed and examine me from behind. “Damn, I’m sorry.” He said in a low voice, not really feeling overwhelming guilt, to be candid.

His fingertips ran through the red trails, the burning sensation immediate but bearable. The Captain ended up massaging some lotion into it, anyways, even though I told him it wasn’t necessary. And good thing I didn’t try and stop him, for it truly was soothing after all. After laying a few kisses right under my nape where my hair stopped, he covered my corpse-like body with the blankets and returned to his original spot, where he sat next to me.

“You know, you’re kinda pretty.” I mumbled. “When you’re not unbearably annoying.”

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile, moving some sticking hair off of my forehead. “I just take care of you, you masochist.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You seem to love when I’m a masochist.” I said in a high tone, mocking how hypocritical he could be when it come to an activity performed by two people, and one he enjoyed so much, sometimes I forgot it was me who offered it in the first place and felt like he bribed me into it. “You just love being a pain in my ass after… well, literally being a pain in my ass.”

The blonde burst out laughing in reaction to my comment. He always was easy to embarrass, he would blush at the slightest joke or dirty comment, yet turned into something completely different when I kneeled in front of him, mouth open. I’d beg for release and he would spank me to shut me up, but sure, laugh like a toddler when I mention butt sex.

He went to kiss my wrist, lovingly caress the marks left by the cuffs, as he always did, yet this time it wasn’t as easy to move my, up until that moment, motionless limb. When he took a hold of my right wrist, the one arm I hadn’t moved merely out of instinct, the one made out of flesh and bone, the scorching pain made me hiss loudly.

“What?” Steve let go of my wrist, a terrified expression plastered on his face and wide-opened blue eyes piercing through mine, searching for answers.

I avoided his gaze, having trouble putting on a false worry-less face which ended up looking just confused. As I grabbed my own wrist with care, I sensed how absolutely wrecked it was, however being now prepared for the sensation, the pain didn’t take me by surprise and I was able to conceal any outer representation of it.

“It’s fine.” I lied, giving him a small smile, rubbing the skin with harsh metal fingers, which didn’t help.

Steve’s eyes were going nuts, scanning my face, scanning my hand, scanning my body, as if there were something else he’d missed, like a sword dug in my back or something. I could see the worry building up for he didn’t buy my poor acting.

“Let me see.” He insisted, his voice now a little sterner.

I shook my head and turned on my back to rest my head against the pillow, trying to forget about my wrist. I knew he would make a big deal out of it, blame himself, treat me even more like porcelain, as if it were possible. I only needed to heal the bone in question, not discuss it with an overprotective mess of a dom.

The man sat up straighter, still examining my face and torso. “Buck, let me see.”

“Mind grabbing me a sweatshirt?” I asked to derail the topic.

He held a serious and concerned expression, that was beginning to turn into anger, but complied, as he physically couldn’t not spoil me in aftercare, which implied accepting my every request, which were usually little to nothing. When he came back with the item, I received it with my good hand, however had trouble putting it on.

“Let me help.”

“I’m fine.” I raised my voice a little on exasperation, having already said those two words around twenty times before.

Nevertheless, I was not fine, taking in consideration the trouble it meant to slide my aching arm through the sleeves. I made a grimace that was impossible to control, followed by a grunt. Now he was definitely worried.

Not minding my opinions anymore, he walked up to me from the side of the bed and gently lifted my arm, concentrated on the hurting articulation, which happened to burn like a bitch when he held it in his hand. This time the noise that escaped me sounded much more like an annoyed grunt, mostly from holding back the pain but also out of real annoyance towards Steve’s stubbornness and hero complex.

“I hurt you.” He let out, examining the articulation.

I simply sat there, legs dangling off the bed, that big sweatshirt covering me all the way down to my thighs and a dead look on my face. It felt as if he were to yell at me like this was somehow my fault, which excessively-technically, it was; I was the one to always push myself to the limit, but those kinds of things don’t necessarily matter when you’re full of superserum and heal rapidly. Still, the image made Steve extremely upset.

“Was it the cuffs?” he questioned, still not facing me.

“I guess so, it’s where you put it last, didn’t you?” the words came out a tad too sarcastic for anyone’s liking, but I didn’t mean to take them back.

He closed his eyes. “I’m serious, Buck. You’re hurt.” Steve then let go of my hand smoothly to avoid any pain and rested one hand on his hip, more angry-pose than anything, even thought it was hard not to picture him as a model with such a sight. “Not fun-sex-hurt, but actually hurt. I hurt you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hand me my underwear?” I extended my arm, ignoring his overreaction.

He turned around to fulfill my command, not shutting up though. “This shouldn’t have happened. How did it happen?” he ranted while handing me the item.

“It was just an accident.” I said in a low voice, receiving the boxers and doing my best not to grimace while sliding it up my legs, but failing miserably. “It’s not- agh- a big deal.”

The ridiculous contradiction in my sentence made Steve tilt his head with a sad frown, a mixture between frustration and desperation for my refusal to let him do everything for me, or at least recognize the injury as important. He kneeled in front of me.

“Here, let me.”

“Go away.” I said unironically, however I felt like he received the words lightheartedly.

He insisted, which only made me feel even more humiliated as he tried to hold onto my boxers.

“Gimme.”

“I said go away!” I pushed back, hitting the back of my legs with the bed end and therefore falling on my butt; Steve stood back up and stared at me with a frown that had become much angrier, to which I cooled down and lowered my voice. “Can you stop acting like this? It’s insane.”

“No! What’s insane is whatever you’re doing!” he yelled down at me all of a sudden. “I broke your wrist, Bucky, how the hell do you expect me to react? I broke your fucking wrist!”

The scolding I was enduring had me looking down with shame, and I took the opportunity to lift the item of clothing that still laid right below my knees. I pushed it up my bum and accommodated myself, using my hand as little as possible.

“I didn’t notice.” I mumbled under my breath.

The way Steve’s voice rang across the room like a bark had me frowning up at him with something I couldn’t quite decipher, but walked along the lines of embarrassed and sad.

“What’s next? I choke you to death because you didn’t make me to stop?” he threw his hands out in the air, making a loud slapping noise when they fell at his sides. “I thought you were aware of a thing as simple as a safeword!”

Truth be told, the man had a fair ground to stand on regarding the why he was so disturbed. It was very easy for me to care little to nothing about my well-being. Hell, if Steve hadn’t been there to reach into my post-Hydra emotional hole and pull me out into his arms, I probably wouldn’t even be there in that room to receive his yelling. And my actions only confirmed it to him, the way I copied how reckless he was when it came to missions, how I didn’t mind leaving a wound unattended, the amount of times I forgot my body was mine and not the machine they had told me it was.

Technically, yes, this was somehow my fault for not noticing. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to apologize for something that held me as the primary victim. I was the one who got hurt, meaning Steve shouldn’t had been so tough on me for it.

He broke the tense silence with a puff of air, not raising his voice anymore. “Goddamn it, Buck!” he sighed, followed by his face falling on both of his hands in frustration.

I wasn’t entirely sure if it was caused by a fair mixture of my negligence and his decision to yell at me, or if one of those two weighed more than the other. Yet everything in my body pushed me to comfort him, not allow him to wallow by himself. I stood up slowly, contemplating his still body which barely shook his head a little, and walked to him where I could grab his arm tenderly.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I gave in, the slightest hint of annoyance in my voice. “I’ll be more careful. But I really didn’t notice.”

Instead of arguing back, Steve pulled me into a hug, which I reciprocated while avoiding any rough motions with or near my hand. He pressed the sides of our heads together and sighed again, this time more painfully.

“I can’t hurt you. I just can’t.” the way his thumb ran up and down my shoulder let me know he was apologetic more than anything. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t wanna yell.”

I remembered when I first told him what I was into, and he had thought he wasn’t capable of doing it, cause he didn’t wanna lay a finger on me if it was going to be painful in any way. But then we tried it, and he realized it was a different kind of pain and it very quickly grew on him. He liked playing like that, pretending to enjoy watching me suffer when all he really enjoyed was hear me beg, because it made him feel needed and in control.

He might have been the captain out there, but when it came to us both, he always said he had no say in his feelings or actions whatsoever, like I could ask him the world and he’d steal it from the entire population just for me. I never wanted to exceed those limits, never wanted to take advantage of his will. I even sometimes pretended he never confessed such thing to me.

“You didn’t hurt me, I hurt myself.” I did my best to ease the moment and comfort him. “And it’ll heal tomorrow.”

Steve kissed my forehead, then my temple, then cheekbones, until it led us into a sweet kiss. After staring deep into my eyes, as if we could read each other’s minds by doing it, he led me to sit down on the mattress, where he took a seat right next to me.

“I love you.” He said seriously. “So much, if anything were to happen to you…”

I simply stared down to my hands. “It’s already happened, remember? I can take it.”

Whatever torment he thought he was capable of unwillingly, was nothing compared to the things I had actually endured, and nothing Steve could ever do would even approach anything done by Hydra. He meant safety. I never had wanted to draw the psychological link between Hydra and my kinks, but I was pretty sure it has to do with catharsis, perhaps allowing the person I feel most safe with have their way with me in a healing manner.

He, however, didn’t enjoy any idea that compared him with the people who abused me. I could see it in his eyes when I peaked then looked back down to my hands, which he grabbed with utter care and held in his own.

As he pressed our hands against his chest, I could feel his voice buzzing. “I don’t want you to. I’m supposed to take care of you, not the opposite.” Suddenly, there was a hint of a smile in his pink lips. “You gotta let me take care of you, no matter how annoying I can be.”

We both smiled, him pleased with his reference to my complaints earlier, and me, giving into his warmness. Sometimes I had a hard time fathoming the idea of a person being the embodiment of the concept of haven. He kissed my metal arm, a gesture he didn’t do often but it reminded me he was the only person who knew how sentient it was, how much of a part of me and not just a weapon.

“I’ll get you some painkillers, okay?” he leaned to drop a kiss in my forehead before tugging a strand of hair behind my ear. “A heating pad and some hot chocolate.”

I frowned at the last addition, however a small smirk escaping me. “What’s the chocolate for?”

Steve only smiled as he got up. “To spoil you.”

Somehow he still got away with his own, for I gave into allowing him to pamper me without a single protest. And I figured, I wouldn’t care being looked after like that. When he got back with the promised, I laid in Steve’s arms while he pressed play on our old TV that we could barely use despite being a dinosaur for the likes of everyone else in this century.

And sure, I also figured there was nothing else I would rather be doing.

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