How have you been? Have you been drinking enough water? 🤨
I have been absent for a while now, but I was scrolling insta and came across way to many videos that made me think of Bucky.... and you were the first person I wanted to show 😅
This one made me laugh, so hopefully, it will make you laugh too
P.s. again im sorry for sending you messages back to back... if you tell me to stop i will, I dont want to be a pain in the ass for you 😟
Heavy on the "this is the only boys sweatshirt you're going to own" 🤣
All Bee has to do is mention something once and Bucky is on it.
She says she's cold, he has a jacket ready for her.
Her little legs get tired from walking, all she has to do ia put her arms and he's bending down to pick her up.
Its the summer and she's getting hot—Bee didn't even say anything, just let out an unhappy sigh and that was all Bucky needed to hear, he has an ice cream cone on the way, one of the guys is pulling out a portable fan, Bucky's taking off his suit jacket to hold over her so he can block the sun.
Mal watching all of this unfold over a sigh, knowing that she picked the perfect man to have babies with
Hello darling! I was wondering if you, what did Bucky told Malyshka before telling her he’s in the Bravta? And did he told her straight away he was the boss or not?
Thank you❤️
He was vague. Said that he owned a few business, some international, some local. It wasn't a lie per se, but he definitely undersold the scope of his empire.
Bucky knew he was only going to be able to keep his true identity under wraps for so long. So he used that time to make sure she fell for him and fell as hard as he already had.
He was betting (hoping really) that she wouldn't be intimidated by the fact that he is pakhan of the bratva and just focus on him. And the fact that he loves every single part of her.
From the moment they met, Bucky knew he was going to introduce her to his world because he had the feeling she was about to change everything.
Summary: Your new gym comes with a few perks. Heated swimming pool, sauna, and your very own personal trainer. Bucky Barnes. And he has the best way of making sure you work up a sweat.
Pairing: MMA!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Smut, size kink, belly bulge, choking, praise kink and hint of breeding kink, beefy Bucky.
A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog.
|Masterlist↬MMA Masterlist↬Library ↬Kofi|
Good for one free personal training session.
The neatly handwritten words stare up at you.
A thin ribbon of blue ink smeared across the words from where he circled the word personal.
Putting the corners of the thin white card between your fingers, you spin it to the front. Brooklyn’s 107th Gym embossed in bold black lettering above a pair of red and blue boxing gloves.
Steve G. Rogers and J. Bucky Barnes inscribed in fine black lettering.
You trace your finger over the latter’s name.
Bucky Barnes.
He’s been starring in your dreams ever since you walked into his gym a few weeks ago. And after you discovered a few videos of his fights, demonstrating his sheer strength and agility, he’s the reason your favorite vibrator has been getting more of a workout than you have.
Turning the card back over, you blow a shaky breath through your lips.
This is one of my faves. You know I was going to do an accidental threesome fic with MMA!Bucky x Reader x MMA!Ari.
How does an accidental threesome happen? Well one brave reader volunteers to keep the two best fighters from tearing each other apart, things just happen.
I love how vulnerable Bucky is with Malyshka. Open and honest. I wonder was it hard for both of them at the beginning? And was Bucky ever worried that she’d run away from him once she found out that he’s in the mafia?
Bucky was worried about how she's act once she saw the gritty, dark pieces of his life. Its one thing to tell her he's in the Bratva. Its another thing to see him be the Pakhan. To witness firsthand how cold and brutal he has to be in his world.
And he was right to be concerned. She did run. But Bucky plans for everything. Including how he would get her back. And Bucky always gets what he wants.
*His men were happy that she came back because Bucky without Malyshka is everyone's problem.
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Your mobster is willing to negotiate for the return of some very incriminating photos.
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3K
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Semi-public smut•outdoor sex•oral (fem receiving)•slight cum play•hint of a breeding kink•chase kink•choking kink•knife play•dom/sub vibes•overstimulation.
𝘈.𝘕.:Beta’d by the wonderful @lunarbuck and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming.
|Masterlist↬Mafia Masterlist↬Library↬Latte|
↬Part of the Bumblebee Series.
“Give me the camera, Malyshka,” Bucky growls softly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing.
No, you don’t think you will. You are enjoying yourself way much to hand it over.
You caught the mobster in the middle of an outdoor princess tea party. When he had stepped out of his office for a quick break, Bumblebee, your toddler, was waiting for him. She declared her Papa a prince, slapped one of her crowns on his head, and told him it was time for a party. He let himself be pulled away from his territory disputes and out to the backyard.
Now he’s surrounded by Daisy, Mr. Tato, and a sleepy Bumblebee. She’s crashing from an apple juice and cupcake-induced sugar high. Her little body slumping over in her rose gold chair, sprinkled-covered mouth open in a drowsy smile, cheek pressed to the table barely able to muster up the energy to let out the Hi mommy, her bright pink shirt riding up, exposing her chubby belly.
She’s the cutest little drunk you’ve ever seen.
And sitting across from her is your handsome prince.
His large body appears even more massive than usual in the tiny chair he somehow managed to squeeze into, his knees jammed up to his chest, the pink and gold teacup comically small in his hands.
You defiantly raise the camera again and snap another picture. “I think Steve will like this one,” you smirk as the bright flash fades.
“I’m warning you,” he murmurs in a darkening tone, gracefully raising from the seat causing it to tumble on its side.
Your eyes flick over to your toddler, now fully asleep with a cupcake squished in her hand. It should be illegal to be that cute. Your gaze slowly travels back to your husband.
“Am I supposed to be scared of you, James?” The emphasis on his name makes his brow arch. The simple act is sexier than it should be. “Tell me, what are you going to do, hmm?”
It could be that he has you so far gone that everything he does is sexier than it should be.
getting hyperfixated on a specific character is so embarrassing. here’s another picture of The Character on your dash… I know I just reblogged basically the same one but this one is moving
