i wonder if malyshka went on full fury during her pregnancy, for very simple and normal things, and that riled up bucky
Pregnancy brought out another side of you. One that Bucky was all too happy to indulge.
Your hormones flared out of control at the most mundane things. He catered to every whim, every craving without complaint. Bucky was so happy, proud that you were carrying his baby that he was willing to do whatever you demanded.
He can't lie, he likes it when you boss him around, no one else in his life dares to speak to him the way you do.
But his favorite part of your pregnancy was how horny you became. How much you wanted him. How needy you were.
Bucky didn't even have to do anything to turn you on.
He put on of his Armani suits and you were ripping it off of him. He stepped out of the shower with a towel around his hips and you were getting on your knees. He spoke to you in a different language and you found a much better use for his tongue.
He left meetings for you. Fuck an arms deal, he'd rather fuck you. And he did. Again and again everywhere and anyway you wanted.
Has bumblebee ever called her dad 'punk' any other such name? ...You know under the influence of Steve and Sam.....
How did malyshka and Bucky react to that?
No. She's called him James once or twice but she hasn't called him any other names. She doesn't like when people Steve tease her Papa.
Steve figured out quickly that the feisty little girl is protective of her father.
One morning, they're all in his living room to go over some paperwork. Bumblebee wakes up early and bounces in the room to show off her new Winnie the Pooh onesie.
A few minutes later, Steve makes some off-the-cuff remark, calling Bucky a punk, and little Bee stops what she's doing and turns to Steve, immediately, earnestly, correcting him.
Steve can't resist teasing her. He points at Bucky, who's ruefully shaking his head. "Hate to tell you but he's a punk, Bumblebee."
Bee gasps, her large eyes widening. "Not punk, he’s Papa."
Sam, playing along, shrugs when Bee turns to him for help. "I dunno, he looks like a punk. Maybe a jerk too."
Bee putting her tiny hands in the air, lets out a frustrated sigh. "No, he's Papa. He looks like a Papa. I knows it."
She glares at the two mobsters, brows scrunching, shaking her little finger as she explains that her Papa is not any of those bad words, delivering her rant so seriously that both of them are struggling not to laugh.
Her Winnie the Pooh ears flop back and forth as she confidently waddles over to Bucky with her little hand out, and asks for his 'picture card'—it takes Bucky a minute to realize she wants his ID. She takes it from him with a grin. "Tank you."
Bucky smothers his laugh when she waddles back over, waving his ID at her uncles. "See! He's Papa. Not punk."
Sam crouches down, studying the picture before nodding once. "You're right," he glances over his shoulder at Steve. "Your uncle Steve is the punk, not your Papa."
"Yes," She says, relieved. "I knows my Papa."
Sam leans over, whispering in her ear, her eyes bounce between her uncles, her bright smile causing her chubby cheeks to pop out. She cups her hand around her mouth and says something back to Sam.
Bucky and Steve watch, intrigued. After another round of furtive conversation, Bumblebee tilts her head back, looking Steve right in his eyes.
"Uncle Steve looks like a big Dorito," she giggles, clapping her hand over her mouth. "Uncle Dorito."
Sam and Bucky are quiet for a good ten seconds before breaking into raucous laughter.
Steve playfully growls and lunges at her. She shrieks in between giggles, running to Bucky for protection while she calls him all the silly names Sam taught her.
How does Enforcer Ari keep an eye on his special house guest
Pairing: Mafia!Ari x Reader
Warnings: Once again Ari says it's not kidnapping, he relocated you. Mentions of smut, his sunroom 👀.
A/N: I'm excited to get back to these two!
"The door is right there Sunshine. Help yourself," he hums, the smile clear in his voice.
You narrow your eyes at the back of his head, flipping off him. "You know it's locked Ari."
His shoulders shake imperceptibly with unbidden laughter and it's a second before he speaks. "You can always unlock it y'know."
Bastard. He knows you can't. Stupid security system requires a fucking thumbprint. His thumbprint and a code. Not to mention the pad is at his eye level. His six foot eight eye level.
You storm around the couch, grabbing one of the embroidered pillows and launch it at his handsome face. Ari casually dodges it, moving off the couch with an impressive agility. His large frame towering over you before you can blink.
"Or you could stop lying to yourself and admit that you like it here." He cups your chin in his hand, his thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he gently tilts your face up. "Admit that you can't keep your hands off that pretty little pussy of yours when you hear me fucking my fist at night."
Your heart jolts in your chest. The denial withers on your tongue, completely forgotten when he bends down, his lips grazing your ear and his already deep, smooth voice becomes thick, gravelly either lust. "You know who I think about?"
You shake your head, you face barely moving in his grasp. His piercing gaze has you pinned, you know your breathy gasps are giving you away but you can't make yourself care enough right now, too focused on the man casually dominating you with a singular touch.
"I think you do Sunshine. You’re all I can think about, I've never wanted anyone as badly in my life. We both know that you think about me too. You can have me once you stop lying to yourself—" his lips languidly skate across your jaw and hover over yours, not quite a kiss even though you can feel the faint touch of his mouth. "—in fact you're going to beg me to fuck you. I'll start by eating your pussy like it's my last meal, bet you taste as good as you look. Then I'll fuck you in ways you cant even imagine and you wont worry about leaving when you're too busy trying to walk straight."
"I-I wont." You're too enthralled to sound convincing. Images of his sunroom flash in your head and the ache between your clenched thighs becomes a second heartbeat.
"We'll see." Ari smirks, his eyes search your face and he must find what's he looking for because he takes a step back and let's you go. "I'm going to make you lunch. What are you in the mood for?"
"I-" You dont mean to, you really dont but your eyes flicker down to his bulge straining behind his grey sweats before you can stop yourself. You instantly cringe at his low, amused chuckle.
"Can't have that," he says, strolling out of the living room with a swagger that makes you want to toss another pillow at him. "Not until you say please."
I could see Bucky taking Bumblebee Black Friday shopping. Aka him calling in a personal shopper to do the heavy lifting. None of the luxury items are really on sale but it’s his excuse to bring more gifts into the house for his girls
Bucky was going to do some shopping with his baby however a certain little Bee told her mama about his secret plans.
Bucky was looking for his daughter when he overhead her voice coming out of your bedroom, he walked in to find her sitting on top of your dresser, wearing her dinosaur costume from Halloween.
"Mommy you wanna—" she bounced in place, her rapt eyes following you around the room"—you wanna know a secret? Cause I know one!"
You laughed out an of course Bee.
Bucky had an inkling about what her secret could be, he waved at her, trying to get her attention before she spoiled his surprise. He got it. She beamed at him, her chubby little cheeks puffing out, her small hand waving back. And then he lost her attention just as quickly.
She looked back at you, nose scrunched as she continued, squeezing Mr. Tato in her excitement to share what she knew. "Papa is taking me and Mr. Tato shopping. He said you can't know mommy cause we're spending all the monies on you and me."
You turned to your husband, brow raised. "Oh really?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes really. I heard him mommy."
"Bucky?"
"Malyshka?" Bucky quipped, mocking your tone as he walked past to you to scoop your dancing Bee off the dresser. "You can come with us or stay here but either way we're going shopping."
"Oh I want mommy to go." Bee said, turning her bright smile towards you. "Pwease?"
"Please?" Bucky repeated with a grin.
You don't know if there's anything harder to resist than your sweet baby and your handsome mobster.
"Fine. I'll go but we're only going to spend some of Papa's money."
Bee laughed, shaking her head. "All the monies," she sings out. "Papa says so."
Bucky couldn't look more proud if he tried. "All the monies, Malyshka."
You spend the entire ride having a hilarious debate with your toddler over how much money is a lot while Bucky sits back basking in the fact that he gets to spoil his girls.
ok maybe not a good guy but at least a dateable guy?
Steve leans down, his forearms resting on his knees, fingers steepled beneath his bearded chin. Even when he's trying to make himself seem smaller, there's an undeniable power emitting from him.
"One date Mo Chroi." He smiles, deep blue eyes following you as you continue to clean his office. "I love to take you to the Boutary, maybe show you around Paris afterward?"
You've been ignoring him for the past two hours and damn if your defiance isn't turning him on in ways he can't begin to comprehend.
Turning on your heel, you meet his fiery gaze with a pointed stare. For a moment Steve thinks you're going to keep your vow of silence.
Then your pretty lips slowly part. Giving his heart and other parts of his anatomy a kickstart.
"Can't." You shrug, dropping the duster into the bucket at your feet. "I already have a date tonight."
The smile slides off his face in a blink, his eyes darkening. Possessiveness sinks into his veins. "Cé leis?"
You don't have to speak Gaelic to understand the meaning behind his stiffly spoken words. Its in the way his jaw clenches, his unwavering stare burning through you.
With who?
You swallow down your nerves and give him a polite smile. "Goodnight Mr. Rogers. Have a good evening."
Your aunt always told you not to provoke a wild animal yet you couldn't resist one last parting shot as you step out of his office.
"I know I will."
Steve watches the door close behind you and he leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up on his desk. He grabs his phone and fires off a few texts to your bodyguards, the ones you still don't know about. "Oh, we both will Mo Chroi."
Has bucky ever told bumblebee no because that was the reasonable thing to do (malyshka wouldn't allow it) . How did he feel?
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
A/N: Written on my phone. Part of the Bumblebee series.
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Bucky finds it almost impossible to deny you pretty much anything, always has and always will.
He has this innate need to please you, make sure your always happy, and spoil you. He watched his grandfather treat his grandmother like a goddess and the most important person in his world.
Bucky is the same way with you.
And now he has his little Bumblebee and that innate need to see his baby, always with a smile on her chubby face, always happy, seeps into everything he does.
Sometimes he has to say no because it’s not safe for her or it’s too unrealistic, even for a wealthy mobster.
The first time Bucky had to tell her no, it devastated him.
This man survived being brutally attacked by one of his rivals without so much as breaking a sweat, but seeing her large eyes fill with tears and her bottom lip jutting out was one of the worst things he’s endured.
“Are you sure? We could figure something out- “he starts, frowning down at Bumblebee crying in his arms, his sharp black suit covered in Graham cracker crumbs. "I mean maybe it won't-"
Trying not to smile at the sight of their matching mournful expressions, you carefully explain, “Bucky, there’s no way that’s going to work, it’s too dangerous. What if something happens to her?”
He briefly shuts his eyes, the mere thought of her being hurt is unfathomable. Bucky will never let anything happen to his girls.
“You're right, you're right,” he murmurs, kissing the top of her hair, he strolls around you, patting her back as her tears slow down. “Damn it.”
“Dab it,” Bumblebee instantly parrots, her tone way too serious for her little voice.
Lifting her head off his chest, she wipes her face with her palm, her bottom lip popping out even more before sighing.
You and Bucky look at her and then each other before bursting into laughter. The tension breaks, shifting into something lighter, carefree. Her gaze bounces between the two of you and her pout morphs into a cheeky, sweet grin.
“Dab it, Papa” she repeats, giggling when you both laugh harder.
Bucky smiles at you, scrunching his nose. “What if we took her to see that ballerina movie instead? I can have the theater rented out, so it’s just us?”
You kiss her crumble covered cheek, poking her belly with your finger. “What do you say?”
“Yes!” she squeals, beaming up at you and Bucky, her eyes shining with excitement. “I wanna be a ballewina.”
“You can be whatever you want, Bumblebee.” Bucky promises, nuzzling her nose with his.
He smirks when he sees you taking your phone out of your pocket, already looking up dance studios. He makes a smug noise in his throat and you playfully glare in response.
“What? Like you weren’t about to do it,” you say, turning your phone away from his curious sea-blue eyes.
“True,” he hums with a pleased grin. “Alright let’s get ready, Bumblebee.”
You trail behind them, listening as they talk about the movie and dresses and dancing on tiptoes. You see one link that catches it your and you tap on Art in Motion studios, various images of smiling dancers posing in front of barres and on stages appears on the screen.
as mafia bucky is single in the public eye..do random womrn come and flirt with him in parties?
Yes. Bucky is very handsome and he carries himself with an undeniable air of authority and confidence. It's an irresistible combination that attracts women everywhere he goes. The attention doesn't phase him, he's been used to it since he was old enough to grow a beard.
Bucky only has eyes for his girl. He knows he's obsessed, addicted even and he wouldn't do a single thing to change that.
Bucky loves hard, is loyal to a fault and he can't get enough of his Malyshka. A smart man knows when he has a good woman and does whatever he needs to do to keep her happy and at his side and Bucky is damn genius when it comes to everything Malyshka.
Does anybody ever think that Brooklyn's newest socialite toddler looks suspiciously like one of the cities bosses? or are they smart enough to keep the thoughts to themselves
So his little family is always protected. Bucky has every news outlet on his payroll so no one has ever taken a picture of them. The majority of law enforcement in his region are all under his thumb as well and they provide an extra layer of security whenever his family travels.
There are rumors about the mobster and his pretty new curator (of course people would be even more invested if they knew the curator was actually his wife.) It also doesn't help that he can't stop staring at her like she's the sun, moon, and stars.
However, there are no rumors surrounding the socialite toddler. Everywhere she goes is carefully vetted well before she gets there.
And when Bucky takes them on vacation, he pretty much shuts everything down so it's just them, and depending on the type of trip, they'll have friends and family join them.
When it's more of an impromptu stop at her favorite ice cream shop or toy store, they go through the back door and the owners are always willing to accommodate them--some out of fear but most of them are associated with the life, they know his parents and more importantly his grandparents. The older store owners absolutely adore the way his girls have improved his life.
So they would never say a single word about the chubby, adorable little girl with his smile and his larger-than-life personality.
