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Bucky Barnes and the Terrible Horrible No Good... Oops That’s Stealing but You Get the Idea

Fic Summary:

Bucky's had a bad day. A really terrible horrible day and he doesn't wanna talk about it and he's set on hating the world forever and never being happy again. Until his husband comes home. And then everything changes.

Rating: Mature 

Warning: N/ALength:  2.1k complete

Sample: “I’m home!” Steve calls out. Cheerfully. God why does that asshole have to always be so optimistic. “Babe? You here?”

“I’m in here,” Bucky mumbles with his cheek still pressed up against the mattress.

“Bucky?”

“Here!” This time, Bucky shouts it and lifts his head up to do so. There’s probably an edge to his voice, too. One that Steve hardly deserves, but it’s still there.

“Oh, hey.” Steve chuckles when he comes into the room. “What’re you doing?”

“Contemplating everything I’ve ever done.”

“Cool. Sounds fun. Mind if I join you?”

“Yes.”

But Steve sits down on the bed in an empty space next to him anyway as if Bucky hasn’t said a grumpy thing at all. He even pushes some hair away from his forehead and places the back of his hand on his brow.

“You feelin’ okay?”

“M’fine,” Bucky grumbles. “Go away.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

Bucky huffs and, with Steve’s hand still keeping his hair out of the way for him, flicks his eyes up.

##

“One hundred and twenty-eight,” Sebastian says. “A hundred and twenty-eight rules. In the basic section.”

 “I didn’t write it. And you said you were willing to learn.” Chris comes over, hovers beside the bed, holds out coffee. The mug’s warm when Sebastian takes it. “Can I…”

 “Sit down? Yes, of course.” He waves a hand at their brand-new bed, in their brand-new home. Narrowly avoids spilling just-arrived coffee. He’s sitting cross-legged near the headboard, one ankle cuffed and leashed, naked and comfortable in afternoon light with this assignment in hand. “According to this you shouldn’t be asking. Obey all your Dominant’s orders without hesitation, indeed.”

 “You mean you don’t?” Chris flops down beside him, grinning but with a hint of uncertainty, because Sebastian’s Dominant is beautifully heartbreakingly kind and hates any hint of coercion on his submissive’s part. “You don’t, what is it, exist to adore whatever your Dominant chooses to give you? Fingers, cock, toys, nothin’ at all…”