Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Underground
Pairing: Fighter!Bucky Barnex x Reader
Plot: The Underground is the last way for you to survive whatever is left of the world after the Blip. Natasha introduces you to the Winter Soldier whose wing you're under until you find your way around. He's a stoic Underground fighter and you're... useless.
Warnings: 18+. Smut and violence.
Words: 7,2OO
As much as you don’t want to admit to it, you understand how this atmosphere could offer a distraction from some of the awful things. The world has gone to shit for the most part since the Blip. Governments are trying their best at getting most people what they need – something they weren’t too great at before the Blip – but there is a group way too large that is only managing day to day. Many people have decided to live at night, make their living through more unconventional ways, and sleep during the day…
The Underground.
You noticed quickly that it’s a futile job, to try and mend him when the serum works faster than your nervous hands do. Regardless, Bucky always lets you do your job. Lets you clean off the dried blood, disinfect wounds and even close up some cuts with some easy stitches. Though perhaps he just needs someone to care for him, someone to touch him a bit more lovingly than the brutal punches he cashes. So you do just that. And he lets you. Every night.
This got me so soft, I love tough Bucky all sharp edges allowing some sort of normalcy and warmth in a very concealed way, like "Oh! human contact, absolutely disgusting... do it again!"
And how you're able to build in subtle sentences that convey that, like it's a supposition but we know it's the truth.
“Who did this.” It’s more an order than a question.
I'm just saying, "who did this" SHOULD COME AS A WARNING!!! When she got punched I was waiting for him to ask just that, I mean, we love to be independent, strong girlies, but... I'm not saying no to Bucky Barnes wanting to protect me, I'd be his damsel in distress any day-
“Good girl.”
Bucky turns to you, hoping a glare will be enough to make you back the fuck away from him. But the glare he’s met with is just a strong, if not stronger than his, and he wants to growl at the feeling of Natasha’s glare on him too, which he imagines right along yours. He promised her to take care of you and maybe some stupid part of him feels like that includes making you feel like you’re useful.
Grumpy sounds so good and right on Buck, I love it!
“You want to massage me?”
Yes, sir.
Then he realises you’re doing it for him to breathe along to and he weakens, slackens, fucking melts at that.
I think vulnerability is hard to write and showcase without being obvious or directly saying so, and this sentence does an amazing job of showing vulnerability, but then again, I've never seen you fail at anything in your writing.
It's something very small like just breathing loud enough for someone to follow and calm down, yet very attentive, and he doesn't have any of that in this life, so that small act is not so small after all.
He feels you freeze for just a millisecond, before you stroke over that knot again and Bucky seizes up again. Fucking minx. He is now sure you know now exactly how vulnerable you have him, but you should know better than to keep going. Natasha said you were a smart thing after all.
I love this because of the implication that if you're sticking around him like that you're not that smart, you should know better because he's broken and too far gone, even if he's reclaimed his life there's a part of him that doesn't think he's worth anything good.
This – now this he enjoys a little more than either of those things.
Bucky definitely has a knack for "corruption" if that makes sense.
Your gaze falls to focus on your own hands and you swallow at the size of his thighs. And how hard they are, even relaxed. One flash of yourself straddling those thighs and your hands stutter their movements. Oh God, how great would it be to sit in his lap. Bury your hands in those brown locks and hover yourself above…
Your eyes drift to his underwear, the tight black fabric concealing nothing. You swallow hard and lick your lips in answer to that thought. The thought of teasing yourself over him, teasing him with your warmth, as if he’d be interested in nestling himself inside of you. As if he’d ever indulge in someone like you. But you can at least entertain the thought. Tugging his hair as you hitch away from his cock, because the feeling is just too much. Maybe he’ll allow you to ride those thighs instead. Grasp your hips gently enough for you to decide the pace, firmly enough for you to be unable to leave it.
no comments, just feels-
Absolute torture. It’s so good, yet so awful. So much of nothing, yet it’s everything.
GO OFF!!!
C'mon writing, we see you, how you manage to weave sentences so "simple" yet so loaded with meaning and beauty is beyond me-
So much of nothing, yet it’s everything.
Ok, get ready for my fangirl rampage, first of all, girl, what are those tags? You do not apologise for taking too long OR for the back story, you're out there creating art.
Second, we do love backstory AND a good slow burn, and baby, do you deliver! Every goddamn time you hit the mark, you're just setting the bar too high, the mortals can't compete.
Good plot, characterization, world-building, tension, dynamics, the way its build up is top-notch!
Third, we need more of very grumpy Bucky by M, it's just heavenly here, I love it here! - also, I just love me a man who's an absolute grump and urges fear in everyone, but is an absolute soft pup for his woman.
Anyway, I would read it even if there was no smut, I would read your shopping list at this point.