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Yes, Master~

Consensual Control

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Sex is fun. Sometimes, sex involves power dynamics. The master and the servant. The dom and the sub. Or, perhaps, something stranger. This is a meme for characters exploring the space defined by these power dynamics, without either party being forced into it against their will. It's a game, and the only winners are the ones who have a good time.

Of course, this being an RP meme, we can get a little surreal with it, too.

BDSM Rules. No outside enforcement of the dynamic; you just both agree to the rules. The safest version of this, because if you don't like what happens, you can just stop. For added fun, bring some costumes and role playing into it.
That's an Order. One of you is high enough status that the other can't freely disobey their orders. They wouldn't use that power against you, of course... but what if you asked them to?
Winner takes all. Like the first one, but with a PVP element. Have a fight, or a gamble, and wager yourself on the outcome. To the winner go the spoils, to do with as they please.
Hypnosis. Have you ever wanted to get hypnotized into being someone's sex toy? Now you can. Hypnosis is super real, and it puts you into a sort of trance that your partner can use to control you every thought.
Super Aphrodisiac. If you drink this, you'll be so overcome with lust that you won't be able to control yourself. What happens after that is out of your hands. Bottoms up.
Body control. The result of some kind of hypertech or magic ritual. For a fixed period of time, if your new master gives an order, your body will follow it automatically, with or without your permission. Depending on the version, they may even be able to control your sensitivity, or make you climax with a word.
Use your imagination. Got an idea along the theme that isn't on the list? Make up your own hook! I'm not your daddy.

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He's definitely gonna need to make this some kinda portrait. Change the players a little bit, make it less obvious it's them or a memory of them, but a lean blond broad in the shoulder, settled and certain, and a messy brunette? The juxtaposition of typical masculine beauty put in a submissive state while the othered is powerful and in charge.

It could work. He'll start on it when they get back home, god knows he won't be walking around the house anytime soon with the bruises he's got under his slacks and the slow creeping tension he can feel in his spine and thighs. It's an effort to take Buck like he means it but...seeing how sweet he was in the moment makes it worthwhile.

Also:

Fucking Bucky so stupid he fainted. Sure, the drug helped, but he got him off. That's something to be proud of, something he'll carry to keep himself content from now until he finally finds a dame to settle down with. "Never, ever."

Steve gives Bucky another soft chuff of a laugh, ruffling his hair. "Poor baby-"

It might be too much now that they're out of it, but this was more intense than anything they've ever done before. Maybe Buck will let him get away with loving on him a little. With treating him all sweet and soft until they need to pass the key back and stumble their way home.

Every nerve feels rubbed raw. And with even the air itself making every part of him feel too sensitive, Bucky doesn't even want to think about getting dressed yet. Much less dragging himself back home. Hopefully this room isn't paid for by the hour. If that makes him a big old baby, then that's what he is.

"Mmmhmm, guess I am. I can't even move," Bucky groans into Steve's hip, face mashed into it. No funny business, Bucky's (hoping) he's out for the count. Really, the next one could kill him. And he's not ready to go.

(although Steve railing him that hard wouldn't be the worst way to go)

But he wants more than anything to feel his best friend. And after Steve fucking his brains out, he's got a pretty good excuse to want to cuddle up against him and just drift in the moment. Feeling like a monumental effort, Bucky manages to drag his arms up to kind of haplessly toss them along Steve's hips to hug him close like a living teddy bear. If one was made with sharp angles and a bird beak of a nose. And the filthiest mouth known to man.

Bucky nuzzles against him, now starting to sound drowsy and utterly content. "Carry me back, will you?"

They've got a few hours yet; getting in good with the owner meant Steve has as long as he wants to spend with his special fella. Depending on what Bucky feels like and the next time they get out, they might even be able to get a little extra cash using the room with a window, let some people pay for a peep show as they enjoy each other.

But that's a thought for another time, game well and over and every last nerve of his humming with contentment honey thick. More than enough to cover up the aches and pains he'll have to deal with for at least the next three days.

"I try to do that I'll have another attack." Both hands settle in Bucky's hair, combing it out of his face, settling on the nape of his neck to massage out tension like he sometimes tries to do when Bucky's dead tired after too many days of work in a row. "...thanks, though. For com'n out with me. I know you've been pull'n extra shifts."

In this little inbetween space it feels safe enough to talk about this. A little. Sideways and sly, even as he pets and soothes Bucky's exhausted skin and scalp.

If they're about to get kicked out, they'll just have to drag Bucky out and toss him on his naked ass. He really can't move.

And he's much less inclined to try and get his strength back when Steve lets him flop over him like an oversized blanket, even when it could knock him flat. This is also something they don't talk about. How Bucky gets all needy and cuddly and Steve's a good enough man to indulge him.

Bucky's eyes are closed, a look of contentment smoothing out the strain from all his responsibilities, as he bows his head to silently offer the nape of his neck up to Steve just to feel his fingers kneading out the tension that builds up there. Not like he can ask for a massage outside of these games. But the moments after? It slides.

"What's the point of going to Goldie's if you can't carry me around like a sack?" Bucky chuckles wearily. Letting his hands rest along Steve's stomach, Bucky all but melts into the touches, just making little soft sounds as Steve pets him. It sounds like he's admitting a secret he'd held close to his chest when he murmurs; "Always. Thanks for taking care of me…"

"I know you're work'n hard. Wanted to show you a good time, cuz you've been doing so much lately." He can't contribute as much financially without laying himself out due to weather, his lungs, his back, his bum ticker- but finding this place has helped plenty. Can't always pump out the drawings as quick as he'd like to but maybe he can talk about something else. Heard about a dirty mag they wanna start to circulate.

Could probably get into it if he asks real nice.

"And I know I ain't been able to- for awhile. Damn bronchitis knocked me low last month." And he couldn't do much more than weakly paw at Bucky's cock and rasp filthy fantasies into his ear. He's lucky that was enough for him, that it worked half so well. "Always, Buck. Ain't anyone kneel half so sweet, even if you're a little bit of a brat."

A beat.

"I like that, though. Just from you."

"You don't need to apologize. Not like you asked for any of that stuff," Bucky cuts him off. If it meant Steve recovering, Bucky'd really rather see him laid up and actually resting than trying to tend to him. "You should've been resting instead."

It's not that Bucky does any of it to get a gold star. He does it because you had to man up if you wanted to survive, and no way in hell was he leaving Steve to manage by himself when he had a friend willing to help. Just doin' what needed to be done. But…maybe it's nice to feel appreciated. Even when he's not expecting it or asking for it.

Maybe Bucky doesn't know why it's such a thrill to sink to his knees for Steve. But maybe it's okay if neither of them really know. So long as they both like it. Steve sure as hell seems to like as much as he does, anyway.

Bucky rumbles a pleased sound into Steve and kind of just rubs his face into Steve's stomach. Not mouthing at him or starting up on anything; he just can't drag another one out of him, but now he can sink into feeling sweet and easy, when the world outside is anything but that. Just with Steve, and only right now.

But he rolls his face to the side and one grey peers up at him. "I saw that guy out there. He would've been on his knees for you too." It sounds like a hopeful question.

Usually he doesn't mention the other boys beyond what it takes to get Bucky to behave while they're fooling around or to wind him up just a little. Dames are different- that's expected. But having a fella on the line-

or several, as Steve's case may be.

That's too queerish for most. Too odd. Buck doesn't seem to care beyond getting green that someone else might have Steve's attention. But if they're talking about it? They can talk about it. "He's knelt for me before. Real shy about it too. Obedient. Doesn't like gett'n roughed up that much, just likes being told what to do."

Like discussing the weather, really. "I don't mind do'n that but...you know me. I like a little push back."

There's never been a fight Steve couldn't pick, even in this. Having someone kneel easy without any kind of fire in them- some fellas like that. Steve? Not so much.

Considering Bucky hadn't even known Steve was into fellas, up until the night of the power outage, he'd never known Steve would dip into clubs like this. Not only dipped his toes in, he was a goddamn regular. That he had men trailing after him to get put down hard. When Bucky had learned that, he'd stayed out late at his favorite bar and emptied half a paycheck just to drink the ugly twist in his gut away. He only let himself back home once he figured he'd get over it. Even when it turns out that he never really did. Not all the way.

So it's better they don't talk about Steve's extra credit activities most of the time.

Now Bucky looks open, vulnerable as he peers up past his shoulder at Steve sitting talk above him. If you didn't count the faint threadiness in his voice, he looks about as easy as Bucky feels. Even with his too-big friend draped over him. That other guy had looked pretty and elegant, with big green eyes and a doe look about him.

Bucky presses his face back against Steve's stomach while Steve answers him to hide the unhappy look, 'cause it almost sounds like he's got competition.

...But maybe not so much? Bucky's huff ruffles against Steve's undershirt, and it's the green twist in his gut that makes him a little mean. Couldn't even take out what Steve dealt. Hmph. "Sounds like he's a real charity case."

"Some people come here to get what they can't find anywhere else. It ain't safe, Buck, you know that. Not everyone's lucky enough to live with someone that gets 'em." But Steve? Steve's damn lucky that Bucky doesn't look at him sideways for his preferences. That he enjoys being put down, degraded just a little, likes it when Steve gets mean. Pushes back enough to make it fun.

He sighs softly, massaging Bucky's shoulders, peering down at where he's hiding against the worn thin fabric of his undershirt. "Most of 'em...it's nice but it's a little like...like you go'n out with those dames you only take danc'n to go out, you know? Can't dance on your own, you're not go'n steady with anyone, but you wanna be somewhere do'n something."

So yeah. They're kinda charity cases, a little.

"There's more fellas that like kneel'n than there are that like hold'n the leash. Usually I put 'em down, order them around a little bit, tell them they're pretty, make sure they have a nice time. I don't fuck 'em." That's too much effort- and he doesn't know what all they might have.

When you put it that way, Steve…. Bucky sighs, trying to let go of the resentment aimed at some guy who he doesn't even know. He should be kinder about it. Not everyone's got it like him and Steve do. Hell, Steve had ducked out the entire time to these clubs, while Bucky had gone dancing and gone through his life not having a clue for the longest time.

"I guess you're right," Bucky mumbles reluctantly into Steve. Of course Steve's the first to be a standup guy and be understanding. Maybe Bucky should try a lot harder to be the same.

Besides, Steve chose to be with him. Chose him to take apart in his fancy room of his. It's gotta count for something.

The tension slowly works out from Bucky's broad shoulders as Steve works his magic. Bucky doesn't let up on hugging Steve close, as if that'll stop him from doing what he'll never actually ask him to do; stop seeing anyone else, ever. For now, he's his. But what kind of friend is he if he wants to stop anyone else from appreciating Steve? The guy deserves it after being dealt such a shit hand.

"Why not? I bet a lot of them'd be jonesing for it before we-" Bucky doesn't know how to describe how they stumbled into it that rainy night. "-started this thing."

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"You know how much effort it takes for me." How long it takes to get there, the time to recover afterward. "I'm not gonna work that hard for anyone but my best guy."

Steve hand's are gentle in Bucky's hair, rubbing his scalp, eyes on the long slope if his shoulders, the taper of his waist. Hard to tell what Buck's thinking right now but... he's who Steve goes home with. Who Steve likes best.

Too bad he can't just say that- but why not? Seems safe enough now.

"Besides. Not all of em like a big cock like you, baby. You know you're my favorite."

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Bucky's laugh sounds shaky at the edges, with the effort to push down the arousal before it messes him up again. Just the talk of Steve's cock makes him imagine it sitting inside him, thick and throbbing. "Turns out I got a real taste for dick splitting me open. The rest of the package it's attached to isn't so bad either."

Now Bucky turns his head, resting it on Steve's thigh, as he looks back at the mirror. At Steve indulging him like this.

"Even before our thing? How could you not get tempted once?" Bucky's fingers squeeze tight on Steve's waist, with a tiny startled noise that he tries to bury against his best friend. Steve's had plenty of experience with all these fellas who see Steve as a real dish, but he'd rather save it for Bucky? Even when they didn't have this thing between them and lived as blissfully platonic friends.

It was just chance that they did fall into this: a power outage and Bucky being cooped up and too bored without any outlet but getting on Steve's last nerve. Anything to get his attention. It could also have never happened. Steve couldn't have possibly been saving himself, could he?

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"Didn't expect you to take to it so well- but I shouldn't be surprised. You're all about finding what feels good and chasing it down." There's no heat to it- life handed them bith less than stellar cards. Any scrap of good Bucky can get ahold of is something he's earned, far as Steve's concerned. His eyes are soft as he looks down at Bucky, warm and fond, none of the scowling or frowning that makes up his day to day.

Just pale blue tracing the curve if Bucky's cheek, branding it in his memory.

"Thought about it, sure. Let em gimme a hummer if they asked real sweet but...I dunno. I just didn't want to. Didn't feel like it was worth how it'd lay be out, after. That and to start most of the fellas here wanted to be the one to bend me over. Treat me like a dame. Pissed me off enough to put me off for awhile."

And then one Stormy night Bucky worked him down to the bone, his very last nerve, and everything changed.

"I mean, I saw it as a challenge too," Bucky smiles softly as he can feel Steve watching him with a tenderness that he hides from the rest of the world. "If you think about it, you practically dared me into it."

When they push each other, the other always pushes back. And Bucky finds himself wading into so much more trouble than he'd had before he met Steve, all because he just couldn't let Steve face it alone. It's like a compulsion. It also ends up Bucky nursing a couple new bruises or scars too, but it's worth it. Out there, Steve's got his guard up, bracing himself because the world isn't for guys like him. Got a real big chip on his shoulder too, which you can't blame him for. But right now, Steve's softer and gentler than you'd figure him for.

Ugh, he hates the idea of anyone blowing Steve. But when Steve admits that about the other guys wanting to bend him over? So much better. For some reason, if Bucky doesn't think about it being the dame part too hard, Bucky just can't get enough of Steve fucking him, especially that first push filling him. It never gets old. But he can't imagine Steve bending over for anyone, even if he does look like an invert (he takes that part to the grave).

Bucky smirks, low and darkly amused. "Like you'd ever let that happen. You don't bend over for anybody period, much less some random Joe trying to get his rocks off. They got better chance of moving a mountain."

"It's how I ended up find'n this place. Coupla other clubs didn't care too much if someone said 'no' and meant it. Got into a few fights over it." Rare times when Bucky was out and couldn't swing in to help end the fight, when Steve claimed to be worked over by something or other at one of his gigs or the weather to avoid fessing up to the trouble. "Word kinda got round that I took that shit personal. Got an invite here."

Then they just happened to need an artist on top of that. Real lucky break for him that it suits so well, that he found somewhere he can get a little cash and be himself without as much trouble.

Luckier still that Bucky enjoys this side of him too.

"Probably gonna end up with a dance card all your own, I keep bring'n you here." Which he will, if Bucky wants. It won't always be like this, sometimes just getting a drink, watching people to work, but... even if it gets him a little twisted up inside, Steve can't help but be proud of his best guy gett'n attention in this slice of his life as well.

This room's already pretty great just with the toys alone. Maybe he could even dance here. (Bucky's not sure about grabbing a drink or not though - maybe if he's just drinking with Steve). And if Steve gives the go-ahead, maybe he can fool around a little with a guy or two. Thing is, Bucky's already pretty sure it just won't hold a candle to Steve. And there's no way he'd dip back in for seconds with someone else.

"Just not too full," Bucky tells him, hoping Steve reads between the lines. Just because he could swing a full dance card most times doesn't mean he's going to.

But now - Bucky props himself up on his elbow, even though doing that much sets a tremor to his muscles like he can't hold himself up long, so he can look Steve in the eye. But even though he feels so damn weak, Bucky still manages to find the strength to drag Steve lower by the suspenders.

"You're telling me some goons tried to force you?" Bucky asks tightly. Worry's seemed some of the color out of his face: because this is one of his worst nightmares, Steve getting into trouble without anyone to watch his back. One thing to get in an alley scrape, but any of these guys could've snapped Steve in half. "Have I seen 'em around? Do I know 'em?"

And by that, he means he might go busting heads. Just point him at them.

"Not too full." He murmurs, tweaking Bucky's ear. "Your card, your call."

Steve's is more a list of hopefuls- they know he's not around as often as other regulars, that he's preoccupied with a specific grey eyed beauty better than any Dame, and no one gives him a hard time about it. Might, now that they've seen Bucky in person, watched him get all growls and possessive.

But who wouldn't be?

Steve's mind is drifting in happy exhaustion, content to catch his breath before he gets them cleaned up when Bucky pulls him down.

"Wha- Bucky..." worry makes him pale, makes him stern, and Steve's eyes flick off to the side to avoid that serious stare. "...yeah. Remember last year when I had that 'bad fall?'"

Got in a fist fight in another club, got beat pretty good. One of the queens patched him up, helped him get home. It looked worse than it was, but it had looked pretty damn bad. Bloody lip, black eye, bruising on his ribs, shoulder, and neck. Only reason Buck didn't go ballistic was Steve hiding under the sheets citing a migraine until the worst of the bruising went down. "I'm Fine, Buck. Ain't seen 'em since. Don't worry about it."

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"Goddamit, Steve, the hell were you thinking?" Bucky grits out. It's hard to drag up the energy to be as pissed as he should when Steve fucked him mindless. Or look serious enough when he's naked, covered in marks. But it's just enough for the Bucky to glower up at him. Especially when Steve's eyes dart to the side; the guy's not great at lying, even a white one, which means he just got caught in one. "You barely got out of bed that time. You were hurt that bad?"

Steve had huddled in darkness while Bucky tiptoed around the apartment after work and tried to make sure he had medicine and food, but also dead quiet without too much light.

Of course Bucky can't be there all the time. Steve wouldn't want him either; Bucky's not his keeper. And sometimes they got parts of their lives that the other guy just isn't a part of.

"Any of those guys could've really hurt you," one thing to get into a fight, another when Steve could've been taken advantage of. Fear needles up his spine, even after the fact. With a grimace, Bucky gently knocks his knuckles into Steve's side: you idiot, it says. But he can't keep himself up much longer, so Bucky slumps back again onto Steve's lap. "If you do see 'em, you better point 'em out to me. Swear you'll do it."

"Not that bad- was hid'n that I was bruised up, is all." He hadn't been pissing red, hadn't been coughing up anything other than the usual, it just looked bad. Felt worse, but he wasn't gonna die of it. Of course Buck's not gonna trust that and he's gonna have a hell of a time if he wants to get to any other club aside from this one-

Christ.

Steve's shoulders slump, the last of that easy confidence drifting away, irritation chipping at what he felt he put together for them tonight. Shouldn't have fessed up, that's all. "It was fine. I'm fine. Besides, I'm not going back to any of those clubs, got a good thing here."

And they pay well enough for him not to circle around anymore when they do have work for him.

His hands smooth through Bucky's hair, eyes gliding back to his, pinched and contrite. "...m'sorry I didn't say anything Buck."

But he's not promising to point them out.

Bucky gives Steve a long, hard look that says he knows that's BS. One, Steve's 'wasn't that bad' isn't the same as everyone else's idea of it, and two, that Steve's making no promises. He knows Steve like the back of his hand too, which means once Steve decides on something, he's not budging for anything or anyone. Even his best friend. So Steve'll probably take those SOBs names or faces to the grave if that's what he's set on.

"I guess you said something now," Bucky sighs, and tries to bury the frustration welling up. "Look, I don't want you getting hurt. That's all."

Steve puts this together for him, really took care of Bucky, and he doesn't want it ruined. So Bucky rolls gingerly onto his back and rests his head again on Steve's lap, eyes drifting half shut as he slowly relaxes back into the fingers working through damp hair. That's all he's got the energy for at least. You wouldn't think a tiny guy like Steve could put you through your paces, but it turns out Steve can really wreck a guy.

Bucky tugs Steve down by the shirt gently, urging him to bend over as much as his spine can handle. Their lips brush as Bucky tilts his jaw up, 'cause he does want to smooth this over. "Thank you for doing all this for me. I didn't know how much I needed this."

That stare is more guilt inducing than any lecture from his mother or sermon from church. It's a rare thing when bucky is genuine upset with him and he's earned it- and damn if he hasn't earned it. Bucky's right to worry, even if Steve would rather he didn't.

Best way to help would be to find less trouble, not keep picking fights. "...if they show up here, I'll tell you."

Not if they pass em on the street, not if Bucky sees them at the docks- you don't out people. Even if they're jackasses. But they start that shit here... he'll tell Bucky and not make a thing of it. Won't pick another fight. He remembers more than once the warmth radiating off Bucky's hand in front of his lips, making sure he was still breathing.

"I know, Buck." Keeping him safe wasn't Bucky's job, but they look out for each other. He pulls Steve outta dumbshit fights- Steve makes sure he rests.

For a long moment it's calm and quiet, Steve breathing, marinating in having done well for Buck. Takes nothing to reel him in, the soft kiss actually makes Steve a little red. Everything he said abd did and this is what flusters him, Bucky getting sweet. "You've been pulling double, triple shifts for awhile. I thought you'd like something nice. Haven't even told you the best part yet."

Which is the best he'll get out of Steve: Steve's way of compromising.

It's better than nothing. Though… if Bucky knew who those guys were, it wouldn't matter about keeping their preferences private. You can have plenty of fun, which involves actually respecting people who said no. Without kicking the shit out of them for daring to say no. So why do these clowns get to walk around on the streets, getting to live their lives after hurting Steve that bad? For trying to take advantage of him. If Bucky knew who they were? They'd be dead men walking. Bucky'd come after them, smear them into a red paste somewhere. Doesn't matter if they work next to him or if they were standup guys to Bucky. Doesn't matter if they acted like perfect nuns to everyone else.

But for now, Bucky wants to savor this thing between him and Steve. Who knows when they got another chance?

Bucky breathes a soft, satisfied sound against Steve's lips as he kisses him soft, sweet, and slow, enjoying the too-plush feel of Steve's lips and the taste of him as Bucky lazily dips his tongue against his. He meant every word; Bucky hasn't felt this relaxed in ages. Although… "There's a best part? What could be better than earlier?"

Steve loses himself in the softness of the kiss, humming into it. Maybe he could enjoy this side of things a little while longer? Maybe. "Mm. They got a hot water tub."

So after everything- bucky can have a good soak. "And it's private.. Got some nice soap too."

The towels are better than they have back home, but most are. "Soon as you can walk we can head that way. No rush."

Working Bucky over was a large part of what he wanted tonight, but getting him somewhere he could really relax? That was the best thing, for Steve. Maybe he'll get a little bit of a soak in himself later, when Bucky's done.

Bucky's thumb traces the corner of Steve's mouth as if to encourage a smile there. Especially when he barely smiles outside of these walls, because he's always got a shield up between him and the world. They don't get so soft like this back home. Maybe because it does in fact, hit closer to home. But it's okay here. Feels safe enough to do it.

He lights up. Bucky looks a lot like someone told him they won a car just then. "A real hot tub? All to ourselves? Pal, why didn't you lead with that?"

He's never been in one in his life. Closest he's ever been to that kind of money is just walking outside the Ritz.

And after the gauntlet Steve put him through and his shift today, it's a real dream come true. Steve really is spoiling the hell out of him. A little too eager to be patient, Bucky pushes himself up, wincing as the first aches and pains roll through him. When he gets to his feet, he sways a little, but offers a hand to Steve. "What are we waiting for? Up and at 'em!"

"Because then you wouldn't let yourself rest!" Steve huffs, shaking his head as Bucky proves him right. Eager for anything that feels good, especially if it's a little fancy. "Alright, alright-"

Standing hurts- the bruising on his hip and thigh aching, the nerves in his lower back all knotted up- but it was worth it. Easy.

Anything for Bucky.

"You gonna walk out in your birthday suit?" He audibly pops his back with a wince, caught up in Buckys energy. Best thing in the world, watching him get all excited about anything. Why else agree to go on so many double dates that never end well?

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exhausted brat bucky is so endearing

Steve worked his magic so well

healing dick? No. EXHAUSTION dick.

Steve's true super power. And dialed to eleven with the serum. How can one survive it?

by drinking plenty of water and stretching beforehand >.>

And maybe having a HYDRA serum to try and keep up. Steve would break the heardboard

He'd break several headboards. also jealous bucky, baby t-t

They can break several street blocks later. And Bucky just being green here and then over Cap

one day Steve's gonna actually tell bucky how unique he is. one day.

Losing Bucky to HYDRA should help Steve realize his priorities better

it absolutely will. that's his best guy, his other half.

Dawwwww <333

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