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Actor: Sebastian Stan - Character: Winter soilder/James 'Bucky' Barnes
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Freak Like Me
Bucky x reader
Summary: You got banned from playing music in the training room for a reason, and when an unexpected song plays during your workout, Bucky finds out why.
Word Count: 2311
Thought I'd give you guys something a little more spicy! Hope you enjoy :)
You walked down the hall of the Avengers tower toward the training room, and it was uncharacteristically quiet. You knew a lot of the Avengers had meetings today, but you didn’t think everyone did. You were glad though, because you didn’t really like working out with other people and you could play whatever music you wanted over the speakers.
You listened to a little bit of everything, and that was true for working out too. The music would go from rap, to pop, to rock, and while you didn’t blink an eye, everyone else hated it. So, naturally, you got banned from playing music when everyone else was in there.
You walked around the corner into the training room and came to a stop. Bucky was inside warming up on the treadmill. Of course someone had to be in there, and of course it had to be Bucky. He of all people would be most likely to hate your music.
You hadn’t brought your headphones, and you thought about going back to get them when Bucky looked your way.
“Hey, y/n,” he said, turning off the treadmill.
“Oh, hey Bucky,” you said, realizing it probably looked like you were standing there staring at him.
You walked in and set your stuff down, plugging in your phone by the benches because you forgot to charge it last night.
“What are you hitting today,” Bucky asked.
“Steve is making me do his leg workout,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Yikes, have fun with that.”
Bucky walked over to pick up some weights as you were trying to decide whether or not to ask if you could play music. You assumed he would say no, but decided to ask him anyway.
“Hey Buck, is it cool if I play music?”
“Yeah, go ‘head,” he said, surprising you.
“Oh, okay cool.” You went to your settings to connect your phone to the speakers, then pressed shuffle on your workout playlist. The first song that started playing was an old rock song, so you were hoping Bucky wouldn’t regret saying yes too much. Then, you walked over to the other side of the training room to get set up.
Your playlist went through a bunch of different genres, but thankfully, Bucky didn’t seem to mind. You were both just minding your own business and doing your own thing.
A little bit later, a new song started playing and you heard Bucky call over to you.
“Hey, I actually know this one,” he said, with a proud smile on his face.
You just laughed, listening to the music and realizing it was Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka. It would’ve came out after the 40s, but apparently Bucky still knew it.
But then, you started thinking, this song would not be on your workout playlist. Your eyes went wide when you realized what song it actually was. Freak by Doja Cat.
You quickly reached down for your phone to change the song, only to realize it was still plugged in on the other side of the room. Plus, you couldn’t just change the one song Bucky said he knew without him being suspicious.
You started to freak out, knowing the song would definitely make him uncomfortable, when the music paused for a brief moment. You held your breath for what was coming next.
“Freak like me. You want a good girl that does bad things (to you).”
You looked at Bucky, and you couldn’t see his face because he had his back facing you, but he had stopped in the middle of his workout. You started over to get your phone when he turned around.
“What the heck is this?” he asked, a mix of confusion and horror on his face.
You stopped, trying to figure out how to answer, when the song kept going.
“Tied him down to my queen bed. Tease him just enough to hate me. Tied it tight enough he can’t break free.”
You scurried over to the benches and grabbed your phone, quickly skipping the song. You tried to play it cool, but Bucky was already walking over to you.
“So, is this why you got banned from playing music? You play songs about sex?”
You sighed. “No, they just don’t like that I play so many different genres,” you said, your face heating up.
He just hummed in response, still staring at you with his steel blue eyes.
“And here I was, thinking that you were so innocent,” he said, smirking.
“It’s – just a good song,” you replied, trying to defend yourself. Your face was bright red at this point, and you knew he was loving this, making you squirm.
“So, which one of the guys are you wanting to tie down to your bed, hmm?”
Your jaw dropped, face flushing as you tried to figure out how to respond to that.
“No one,” you said, “it’s just a catchy song.”
“Right,” he responded, his smile getting a little bigger. You knew he was never going to let this go.
“Well, I’m gonna go back to my workout,” you said, walking past him. But before you could get very far, he grabbed your arm and turned you toward him in one quick motion. You were now standing chest to chest, your faces just inches apart.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you played that song on purpose. I mean, we are the only two people in the tower for another couple hours,” he said, his voice low and deeper than it was before, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your jaw dropped slightly once again, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. Your heart was thumping in your chest, and you hated to admit it, but him pulling you towards him and talking in that voice was making you insanely turned on.
You opened your mouth, but when nothing came out, Bucky’s smirk just got bigger.
“I – I didn’t play that on purpose,” was all you could say.
Finally, Bucky broke character and started to laugh, dropping his hand from your arm. Your skin was still tingling where his hand had been.
“I’m just messing with you y/n,” he said, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face though!”
You stood there in shock as he walked away, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened. You walked back to the other side of the room, but you weren’t able to focus on the rest of your workout. You didn’t dare look over toward Bucky, so you had no idea that his gaze kept shifting to you, distracted from his own workout.
You finished your workout as quickly as possible and made a beeline for the door, grabbing your phone and not saying a word to Bucky as you practically ran out the door.
You were halfway down the hallway before you finally felt like you could breathe again. You didn’t realize how you had basically been holding your breath that whole time. You got back to your room and quickly jumped in the shower, just wanting to relax after how worked up you were.
You stepped out of the shower when you realized you forgot to grab clothes to change into. You sighed, trying not to focus on how nothing seemed to be going your way today. You just wrapped your towel around you after drying off and walked out of the bathroom to your room.
You were halfway down the hallway before you looked up and stopped dead in your tracks. Bucky was standing outside the door to your room.
And you were standing in front of him in nothing but a little towel. Could this day get any weirder?
“Uhh, what are you doing?” you asked.
“Sorry I just – was gonna apologize, but – seems like you’re really trying to get my attention now,” he said, a smirk plastered on his face yet again.
You sighed, determined to not let him get under your skin this time. Maybe you’d have a little fun with him.
“And what if I am?” you said, giving him a smirk of your own.
His smirk turned into a brief second of shock, and you could tell he was caught off guard.
You sauntered down the hallway, walking right past him into your room, but not before running your hand along his arm as you walked past. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked into your room, not bothering to close the door.
You walked over to your dresser, bending over to get clothes out, knowing your towel was long enough to cover you, but not quite long enough to keep Bucky from going a little crazy. You made sure to pick out the tiniest pair of shorts you own and a cropped baby tee.
You turned around grabbing the top of your towel like you were going to drop it at any second. His face was bright red and he looked like a deer in headlights. Man was this fun.
“You standing there hoping for a show, or can I get dressed in peace?”
“Oh, uh – sorry,” he mumbled. He pointed at the door, “do you want me to, uh – never mind,” he put his head down and practically ran the other way.
You tried so hard not to bust out laughing as you went over and shut the door.
Once you put on your clothes, you walked back down to the kitchen to get something to eat. Conveniently, Bucky was right there, sitting at the island.
“Hey Buck,” you said, flashing him a smile.
He looked you up and down, obviously liking what you were wearing.
“Hey,” he finally managed to get out.
“Are you gonna make something for lunch,” you asked him.
“Uhh, yeah I was gonna make some eggs.”
“Oooh, that sounds good, maybe I’ll make some too.” You walked over to the drawer with the pans, exaggerating every movement as you bent over. You knew he was going insane.
“Do you want me to just make yours too,” you asked, not bothering to turn around. You set the pan on the stove, finally turning around when he didn’t answer you.
That’s when you realized he was right behind you, looking at you with a deep intensity in his eyes. He had been so flustered, you didn’t expect him to do anything about it.
He slowly leaned forward, arms grabbing the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Umm, making eggs,” you said, slowly.
“Are you tryna’ kill me, doll?”
The nickname made your stomach flutter.
“I was joking earlier,” he said, “I never thought you’d do it back.”
“And what makes you think I’m joking?” you responded.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I’ve never seen you wear so little clothes around the tower.”
“I was still hot from my workout,” you said, shrugging.
“Oh, trust me, I am too,” he said, lifting his eyebrows.
Bucky didn’t back up, and neither did you.
He looked down at you, his voice rough with restraint. “You keep playing with fire, doll.”
You tilted your head, meeting his stare without flinching. “Maybe I like the heat.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened. For a moment, neither of you moved—until he reached up, brushing a strand of damp hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered against your cheek, trailing lightly down your jaw.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured.
“Good,” you whispered, your voice breathy.
And that was all it took. He leaned in fast, pressing his lips to yours with a force that stole your breath. One hand gripped the counter beside you, the other sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasped into the kiss, fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt, and he took that opportunity to deepen it—his lips moving hungrily against yours like he’d been waiting for this for far too long.
When you finally pulled apart for air, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.
“Still want eggs?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
You smiled, shaking your head. “Not really.”
Bucky’s smirk returned, but this time it was laced with something deeper—need, maybe, or anticipation. He backed you gently out of the kitchen, never breaking eye contact.
“Then come on, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s see how hot things can really get.”
And just like that, lunch was officially off the menu.
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The next morning, you woke up tangled in warm sheets—and even warmer arms.
Bucky was still fast asleep behind you, his chest pressed to your back, metal arm draped lazily over your waist. His steady breathing tickled the back of your neck, and you smiled, remembering the very unexpected turn your day had taken.
You shifted slightly, and his grip tightened instinctively, pulling you even closer. “Mmm… don’t move,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“I thought super soldiers didn’t need this much rest,” you teased softly.
His lips brushed your shoulder. “They don’t,” he murmured. “But if it means waking up next to you like this…I’ll gladly pretend to be human.”
You rolled your eyes with a grin and reached behind you to ruffle his hair. “You’re such a sap.”
He grinned against your skin. “Only for you.”
Your phone buzzed from the nightstand, a text from Nat lighting up the screen:
You forgot to clean the pan from your “egg-making” session yesterday. Sloppy cover story, y/n.
You groaned and hid your face in the pillow as Bucky peeked at the message over your shoulder.
“So… busted?” he asked.
You sighed. “So busted.”
He laughed, pulling you closer again. “Worth it.”
And you had to admit—it really, really was.
why not right there…?
I ran so that I could share this with you because it made me think of how flustered chubby baker Bucky would get when he saw it!!
Summary: Teasing Bucky is always worth the consequences.
Pairing: Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader
AN: Unbetad drabble. Part of the Sweeter than Sugar Series.
"Peach," Bucky whispers, rubbing the back of his neck as a blush blooms across his round cheeks. "I—this isn't fair. You know you can't do this to me. I can't handle this."
You hide a smug smirk behind your champagne flute. He's right. It's not fair. But he started it when he showed up to your work party wearing a new black three-piece suit, tailored to his large body, the material highlighting every inch of his physique.
Bucky in his jeans and apron is enough to drive you wild. Bucky in a suit, wearing that cologne is rendering you senseless, teetering the edge of feral and needy.
How can he expect you to behave when he looks so damn good?
So you may have been teasing him here and there as a way to distract yourself from this boring party.
Your gaze travels past his long hair sweeping across the nape of his neck and across his strong jawline enhanced his thick beard. God he's spent so much time between your thighs, you know exactly how that beard feels on your soft skin.
Just imagining the graze of it on your back as he chains kisses down your spine--feeling it against your neck as he murmurs just one more, one more Peach has your panties soaked.
"Bucky I need you so bad. If we were home, I'd beg you to fuck me. Beg you to let me suck your cock. You taste so good, did you know that? So good." You murmur, reveling in this shiver sliding down his spine, your hand flexing, gripping his muscular thighs tighter. Your voice drowning out everyone else in the room, he can only focus on you. "I hate feeling empty. Need you to stretch me out and fuck me the way you know I like. I'm going to feel you inside me for days, aren't I?"
Unable to resist him for another second, you set your drink down and lean over in your chair, placing one hand on his thick thigh, the other sliding around his throat pulling him towards until your lips are touching the shell of his ear. Inhaling the masculine scent of his smokey cedar, bergamot, and lemon cologne, you let out a soft moan.
You know he's slowly becoming feral the longer you talk, you can sense it in the way he's gone still, his chest barely rising, his hands clenchimh into fists. He's so damn close to edge and you know exactly how to push him over.
"You'll do that for me Bucky wont you? Keep me nice and full, leave me swollen and dripping because my little pussy couldn't take anymore."
Bucky can't breathe. His lungs seizing in his chest. Fuck, fuck. You're barely touching him, the sounds your salacious, dirty thoughts ringing in his ear are going to make him lose control in the middle of your work party.
He wants that, wants you.
A ravenous hunger swells up inside him, drowning out every thought except all the ways he's going to utterly consume you. Destroy you. Make you sob and plead and scream for more. Giving you every inch he has, giving you all of his attention until you can't move without feeling on you, inside you.
Bucky turns his head, his nose bumps into yours and he grabs the back of your neck in a loose hold. His deep blue eyes darkening as they pierce through you.
"Peach," he starts, his baritone deepening to a gravely, lust-filled tone. "I'm giving you one minute to find an empty room. It could be an office, a fucking closet. I really don't give a fuck where because by the time I countdown to one, I'm going to be inside you." Bucky tilts your face up, his lips hovering over your parted mouth, his gaze never wavering from your face. "Understand?"
You nod, excitement and anticipation rushing through your veins as a pulse of pure need throbs between your thighs.
You feel his lips curve into a smile.
"Good girl. You have 59 seconds."
IMAGINE HIM PUTTING THAT RING AROUND A CHAIN AND GIVING IT TO YOU THO
HIS FUCKING INITIALS???!!!??!?????? THATS SO DAMN SEXY ITS A FUCKING FALLS DOWN THERE KITTY IS ROARING
list of things that if u ask me about i will never ever shut up about bc they changed the trajectory of my life
1. frank castle and billy russo in the punisher
2. i, tonya
3. wolfstar
ok goodnight
my endless love (°⊱,°)
This is what my blog need :’) i would upload more Dc or Marvel Stuff~ my compassionate crisis begins :’)
Winter Soldier~
People saying they turn vegan after watching fresh. I just get turned on :)
My friend just told me I can't compete with Alejandra Onieva (Sebastian Stan's girlfriend) and this was my reply :/ PS I wrote I meant compete**
