Therapy

Ever since presentation at puberty and Tony's distinct lack of natural sub instincts he’s been poked and prodded at by assholes wondering why he wasn’t quite right. The doctors didn’t much like it when he told them that he wasn’t wrong, their narrow ideas of biology were.Bucky presented as a Dom but he just wasn’t meant to be the one giving orders. He tried faking it for years and failed fucking miserably at it.**Previously named "I Don't Care" because I'm a savage who can't name things.

So the fic title could be a reference to Fall Out Boy, or it could be me genuinely not caring. We shall see. I was going to name this "The Truth Never Set Me Free (I Did it Myself)" but that's both wordy and too angsty. I realize now I Don't Care is no less angsty. *Shame cube*. I'm also not certain how often I will update this ('m not going to leave it for years though), but I do have another story on the go so that may mean this one gets pushed back a bit. Last thing! This is the first time I have embarked on a long BDSM fic, if I fuck something up please tell me. I do not want some abusive or incorrect shit floating around, we have enough of that (Y'all know what I'm talking about). I like to think I would not do that but if I do, tell me and I'll like... alter it. I lied. Warnings for this chapter include Howard's A+ parenting and past abusive relationships (Brock Rumlow and all that would entail). Also Obadiah but he's not that skeezy yet. Happy reading!