#also was that a new hydra I saw 👀

[ink--theory]

so...that new trailer huh?

[scoonsalicious]

Mother Pookie has fed her kitties well🩷🩷. There’s so many emotions idk which one i should talk about first?😭😂

BUT DANG chap 2.2 is just HOT

I am actually speechless😂 I have nothing to say except I am satisfied.

ITS SO GOOD OMG POOKIE? WHAT R U DOING TO ME? WHATT?!!😫😫

Lemme say, It didn’t take me long to hate Lilian. Like I swear, the moment she fucking said that Major looks like a SKANK gurl, fuck u.

My first impression on Major was like how Bucky saw her, a hot pretty dame that made me giggle like a teenager, making heart eyes and singing the whole world to my dick (if i have a dick)

And then throughout the chp, oh my goodness, I would’ve slap Leah the moment she starts bitching up. Major has a dang ass patience. I couldn’t.

THE THINGS I WOULD DO TO VOTE FOR BUCKYBABY TO BREAK HER HEART IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE (so far she’s 35% in my ‘dead’ list, better fix ur attitude if u don wanna end up like cunthage — ITS JUST BEEN 2 CHP?!)

Lindsay rubs the ick on me more than Jade (ofc Jade is worse but she dead now) but cuntly is so so so so so so so so so irritating. The absolute pick me, so called ‘one of the guys’. Ew. Even half of the team is irked by her attitude. That just says a lot.

Glad that our queen Major put her in her place. She needs more. Like, absolute humiliation (disclaimer: i dont support bullying but LILIAN FUCKING NEEDS IT)

And can we appreciate Wanda simping over Thor?😂 (you are not alone, i also dream of licking his abs — mhmmm)

Bucky and Major are purrrfect for each other. Its giving love at first sight 👀. Bucky simps hard. Like so hard. I can wait for more Bucky X Major scene (fluff,sexay — mayyybeeeee angst? i just love hurt myself)

Also, iMajor and Tony r absolutely gonna be ‘rich business badass besties’ and then them + Sam (Wanda and Nat at the back) roasting Leah. Oh what a beautiful dream~

Anyways, beautiful beautiful writing indeed. Waiting to see Bucky sexay POV next😂 Unleash the power of your blue balls. Also I can’t wait to read what your master brain had planned🌚. Love you Pookie🩷🩷🩷

PS// these past few days I was scrolling tumblr, searching for new Bucky fics/updates and honestly… I MISSED YOUU!!! I CANNOT STRESSED THAT ENOUGH!!! 😭 seeing your username the first thing when i opened tumblr made my night! i was planning on listening to songs, dwelling on my loneliness and delulu but LOOK AT ME NOW, ITS 4AM GOSH. THANK U POOKIE LOVE U HAVE A GREAT DAY

POOKIE! <3

Actual footage of me coming up to love on your comments:

I'm so glad people are enjoying 2.2! I gotta be real, I usually don't get hot and bothered when it comes time write smut, but that section? Whoa, boy... that section had me like:

(Yes, this is my second favorite gif of all time, and I will use Blanche to express my hot and bothered-ness whenever I can, lol)

I gotta tell you right now, the phrase "making heart eyes and singing the whole world to my dick (if i have a dick)" is now the highlight of my week, so I thank you for this. It's pure literary magic <3

Major is used to taking shit from peons; she was a woman in the military, after all, lol, which is why she's able to not let Lily phase her too much. Her patience will be tested, though. Where Cunthrage was just flat out unhinged, Lizard is more... selfishly insidious? Just, you know, she's not going to be kidnapping people and snapping their arms or murderously rampaging through Hydra bases or anything. (The stakes here are much, much lower, lol. Which, I guess, is going to prep us for Unbroken, where the stakes will be... Thanos-sized, lol.) I think what makes Lily feel worse, to me, is that she's far more realistic than Jade was. Like, I know girls like Lily irl; thankfully, never met a Jade (phew!). Much like Killgrave, to me, is the scariest Marvel villain, because I've encountered so many men like him in the real world.

The things I dream of doing to Thor would probably get me put on a list if he was a real person and not a fictional character, lol. Unless I'm doing AUs, I tend to stick with canon-pairings, but there is something about the idea of Wanda/Thor that I currently find very appealing, so hopefully, we will see something happen between the two of them. I think they would be adorable. And for some reason known only to my maker, I love making Wanda a little bit horny, lol. In fact, an earlier draft of Unwanted had Pocket referring to her as the Sokovian Horndog after she made some comments about Bucky's body, lol.

Is it weird that I don't plan on having Tony be too involved in this fic, because I feel like giving him a friendship with Major is like him cheating on his friendship with Pocket? That makes no sense whatsoever, lol, but I'm so protective of my girl. I'm like "Yeah, Major, I'll let you fuck Pocket's boyfriend, Bucky, but YOU CANNOT BE FRIENDS WITH HER PSUEDO-BROTHER TONY BECAUSE HE IS HERS!"

Bucky's got some sexy POV in the next sextion (see what I did there? lol) but there's going to be so much more smut in this one than Unwanted. It just feels right, lol.

[bromcommie]

MAXX! :))) hope you are well.

for the emoji fanfic ask game ;)

👀🎶🎢❌🤲✅

Sorry for so many haha, you don't need to answer them all, but I'm very curious!

Hiii thank you for the abundant ask<3

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

This might not be a particularly interesting answer but the only thing that I’ve really been trying to work on has been the structure and pacing of the next few chapters of orpheus, since I have them all mostly written but can’t get to a place where I’m really happy with them. I might be overthinking it. Unfortunately I also just haven’t had the time + energy to sit myself down and really figure it out. :( Ergo all the snippets, which is the only way I can get something out at least.

In slightly better news: I kind of have the next two installments in the I clawed my way into the light series finished?? Sam and Steve and their collective and individual issues are finally getting their moment in the strange, poetry-question-mark spotlight!

However I’ve got some intense life stuff coming up so it might be a month or so until I post any of the aforementioned in full 😭

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I usually do, and I have unhealthily elaborate playlists for all the characters + some fic-specific ones, but recently I’ve found listening to anything with distinct words in it messes with my concentration. But in terms of what’s being playing on loop: Dorma and to a lesser extent Marionette by Keaton Henson (all of his instrumentals are *chefs kiss* but in general I’ve just been having a Keaton renaissance when it comes to stevebucky. Welcome back 2016 I guess)

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

I’m a “never say never” kind of person, but… Hydra Trash Party. Which, I know, is ironic considering one of the very few fics I have up right now features Steve/Rumlow, but that one while still meant to be kinda fucked up is very much purposefully neither here nor there (and non-explicit). I just personally don’t enjoy reading HTP and it’d probably mess me up way more than I’d like to try and write. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Answered this guy here!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

This is…not even a snippet, tbh, but also I don’t know when I’ll actually have the time to rework/finish this, so. Just for you, a very long Natasha-focused (plus) wip half-scene under the cut:

“Most other animals only smile when they mean to attack. Did you know that? You should never hold your hand out to a dog whose gums you can see,” Ivan’d said, dabbing at the bloody bite on her chin with a towel that smelled like a distillery, impish twist to his thick mustache. “Or a man who smiles too much, for that matter.”

Natasha only saw the dog once after that. A month later Ivan hadn’t come back to the house for a week and she went out looking the next day, winding her way out of the dead-end street and all the way up Nevsky Prospekt, looping past the crowds gathering water out of shelling holes and the hospital that was now blackened by fresh, smoldering ruins. She walked until the light on the horizon had grown tired and purple, until her legs had almost given out and she had to sit down on the icy pavement. The body of a frail old man lay face down on the ground by the side of the road across from her, his cap thrown back a few meters away and the bald top of his head unnaturally caved in, matching the bruised coloring of the sunset.

It took her a long moment to notice the dog, its bent form and the crumpled body forming a singular silhouette.

The memory is transmuted, stretched thin and faded in places – from time, for a change, she thinks, instead of just manipulation. But she still remembers her hand closed around a solid weight in her pocket, a comfort against the deafening pounding of her heart. She remembers the dog with its lifted head, its snout soaked red and sickly gums anything but bloodless for the first time. Remembers that split second of hurling the brick at it with all the might her thin body could manage.

It wasn’t a thought-out act or even self-preservation, really. The dog had been far away and otherwise preoccupied. It wouldn’t have bothered her. The reasoning was bone-deep and nauseating: she hadn’t eaten in two days, the only person who had cared for her was gone, and the sight of the blood had made her stomach growl. That brick was her only defense against a world tilted entirely off its axis.

It was a while before she fully understood what Ivan had meant by that joking addendum to an otherwise plain instruction, too cryptic for her mind to decipher at that age. It took one too many broken bones and one too many greedy hands on her body and one too many lifetimes lived unwillingly for it to fully translate.

Now, looking at Rumlow grinning that familiar killer smile and thinking he’s hit gold, it’s crystal fucking clear.

It isn’t new, really. She’s met many men like him, often enough that the novelty of exposing them has worn off: ordinary men, utterly predictable in their enjoyment of violence and small in the way of not being able to shape their fear into something more useful. Men who thought their want for power made them anything other than a soft target. Men who thought that, when the time came, they'd be above begging for their life.

It gets boring, after a while, how quickly they all learn. She should know. It’s what gave her her name, back before she decided to hang up that particular title, trade it in for an upgraded version, a cleaner image. Black Widow, Avenger! has a far better ring to it than Black Widow, assassin.

Just because you stop calling a thing something doesn’t mean it stops being it, of course. It might forget, for a while, become domesticated; but the nature is still there.

The children of the Red Room all understood that from the time they could walk. The Soldier understood that, or at least well enough that they had to keep burning it out of him.

“Shit. Is that what this is, then? Really?" Rumlow is saying, still derisive through cracked teeth, still playing a game he thinks he knows the rules to. "You got yourself a spot on the five o’clock news under Captain fucking America and suddenly you think that makes you the guy with the bigger stick? That that changes fuck all for you?”

“Oh, no. Believe you me, I tried being that guy. It didn’t end well for me. Or anyone else, really.” She inches the chair forward, the scrape of the metal loud in the empty apartment, and makes her voice drop to a conspiratorial tone. “But you wanna know what I realized? There are always going to be little men with big sticks, and most of us will never get to be them. And it turns out it doesn’t matter all that much in the end.”

“Big or little, every stick has its breaking point. Every weapon has its expiration date. You live through a regime or two, and you start to catch onto that real quick.” She cocks her head at him with a pensive expression, fingers running absent over that same old thin line under her chin by habit.

In retrospect, the dog she came to understand much quicker than the advice. Natasha had been hungry and afraid most of her life, too.

It’s not the only scar she has by far, but it carries the most straightforward memory. For years it served as a reminder, as banal as it was, of what trust was worth; of what you could do when you got your grubby little hands on it.

“I suppose they wouldn't teach you this since the shelf life of your usefulness was never meant to be all that long, but let me tell you a secret, Brock,” she continues, flipping the knife back the right way around and leaning in. Sunny side up, Yelena used to call it, wry. Drive it in far back enough, right past the optic nerve, and everything spills right out. She doesn’t miss the way Rumlow’s eyes track the motion, the whites showing just enough; the first crack in the facade. "You don't beat the guy with a big stick by getting a bigger one. You do it by making him think he's got you under his boot, you understand? That he’s got you all figured out. You beat him by making your spine less breakable than the stick.”

Here’s the other thing about trust: if you keep yourself in the business of lying to earn it, that’s all people start to expect from you. Your loyalty is immediately suspect. So is your anger. You keep yourself leashed for long enough, everything becomes a dishonest front, even to yourself.

Like anything else in life, it becomes a habit. A very useful, easy one, at that. Or at least until one day you wake up and you realize that the parts of you you were working to protect are dying out; withering. They’re forgetting their own name.

The attempt at a headbutt is predictable at best. She backhands him for it, follows up with the handle of the knife on the second strike for good measure.

“Now that wasn’t very smart, was it?” She says, admonishing. “And to think we were getting somewhere.”

“Was that sermon meant to get me to talk?” Rumlow manages after a heaving moment. There’s a long gash down his cheek that’s deepened, bleeding steadily onto his front. It paints less than a pretty picture with the swelling that’s already pinkening up, bringing the angry criss-cross of scarring over the rest of his pale face into sharp relief, but it feels strangely at home. Not that artistic vision’s ever been her strong suit. “Because if you think getting smacked around some really counts for anything other than good foreplay, you’ve really lost your touch.” He looks back up to grin at her, a useless show of fearlessness. “Hell, ask Rogers. I’m sure that’ll be an interesting conversation.”

But fuck, it’s hard work, breaking a habit. Even harder work: honesty. Graceless and inarticulate and inefficient, like the feeling boiling back up in her now as she looks at Rumlow, the bloody flash of his canines in the dark, and thinks of that paralyzing feeling on the wrong side of an OR window, the shameful horror of letting the world be spun on its axis and pulled from under her again. Thinks of Rogers with his broad shoulders curling in and in and in, the whole of him turned inside out in a deserted parking lot. Trust given and earned.

The next blow has Rumlow spitting teeth.

"Nah. Just thinking out loud." The knife stops half an inch under his eye, makes a home in the oasis of bruised yet unmarred skin.

Rumlow doesn’t flinch. For all of his talk, he still knows better. But she can see how his whole body freezes up, an uninterrupted taut line; the exact moment it registers for him, just how much of the picture he’s missing.

Volchonok, Ivan had called her for a while, in those early days. It’d never stuck like Black Widow did, never had the same marketing potential, but it’d never really stopped applying, either. Hungry and afraid and alone and willing to kill for the things that made her less so.

The name might’ve changed, the circumstances. The nature didn’t.

Natasha smiles; too many teeth, bloodless. "How much can your spine handle, do you think?"

It’s all too easy, in the end, to let the leash go.

(I’m sorry??)

[twst-beam]

TWST MOOTSTERLIST

get it. because- okay nevermind i'm so sorry for the pun

@0klwkan: aavvie!! my first twst mutual and the person who brought me into it in the first place!! they are SO cool go check them out :DD vian my beloved <333 jamil smoocher 🫵🏽.

@shutupkida: kida!! i got to know her through stalking her blog because of her awesome fics the bllk-twst crossover! :DD i'll work on it i promise i just need to get my brain juice working :'D

@nem0-nee: KABABAYAN (1) honestly her art is just ??????? *chef's kiss* i am smooching your art i am eating it i am putting it on a pedestal and staring at it mwah. nemo reigns in chaos supremacy 😌

@officialdaydreamer00: ireneeee 🥺 my Soulmate 🥺🥺🥺 they're just like me fr fr. i saw them on auburn's blog and went 🫵🏽. 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽. wedding planner, fellow muse, tweel kisser, super mega amazing 😌.

@shyhaya: i saw haya on irene's blog and went ??? friend! very shy, but the art is *chef's kiss*, and her responses to tag games are very entertaining <333

@mangocat21: they've got AWESOME art :DD new to art??? seriously?? with that style?? i am deceased dead gone ascended to heaven that is SO cool OoO got into twst for leona got trapped by the floyd >:3

@azulashengrottospiano: auburn!! literally married to azul and writes absolutely BANGER fics. i'm still kicking my feet and giggling over some of them ///>v<///

@the-v-lociraptor: fellow muse!! her boy yuliy is a GIANT and VERY fun to draw :DD also her art and lore??? 🛐🛐🛐

@valerie-leech: valerieee!! she's so pretty omg and her art is AMAZING :DD fellow muse (and tweel kisser..? or is it just jade.. :00)

@i-like-forgs: ryoko!! fellow muse and a cool person 😎 i always see them on my activity feed thank you 🥺

@taruruchi: KABABAYAN (2) her art is so good like ???? VERY entertaining and a great mutual too :DD

@starry-night-rose: ellis!! her stuff??? so many things planned out and her ocs are SUPER intriguing :DD looking at u rn in curiosity and interest

@shkrmpp: shrimpy!! i saw one of their posts that said new moots were welcome so i proposed ^v^ <333 and their WRITING.. emotions go brrrr

@hydrangea-breeze: hydra!! her writing????? reading it all up and going 👀👀👀 and her posts and tags too i love reading them they're so entertaining ^v^

@totallymem3: KABABAYAN (3) her art???? going yes yes yes every time 😌 her yuu sounds SO fun to see and know about :DD

@synchronize03: YOU. you were responsible for the blowing up of my airport-leash-but-twst meme. a GOLDMINE of reblogs 😌

@ceruleancattail: ceruuuu!!!! cater kisser coughcough they are AMAZING as in VERY. VERY AMAZING. eloquence and elegance and flustering-capabilities are off the CHARTS they constantly make me go ADFGHJKHGFDSDFGHJKJHGH with their fics

@cookiesandbiscuits: KABABAYAN (4) cookie!! i saw her follow me one day and went :0000 called me cool once and i love her for it 🥺 PLAYLIST MAKER!! i was looking through some stuff again and found you!! went so THAT'S who cookie was how could i forget 😭😭😭 music taste is *chefs kiss* i'm gonna be jamming along to songs with you mwah mwah

@names-are-dumb: COLE I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE YOU IN MY TWST ACCOUNT FOLLOWS I AM ASHAMED FOR THIS GRIEVOUS OVERSIGHT 😭😭😭 anyway! this guy's brain is HUGE. like. the midas lore?? hello?? looking looking looking but also not going in with a ten-foot pole if i can help it ya boy's kinda scary but fascinating. very fascinating indeed 😌

@the-dumber-scaramouche: KABABAYAN (5), likes bicol express according to one of the posts i first saw on her blog :DD mainly simps for ???? definitely kaveh but there's a lot of conflicting posts for twst, and did i mention how ENTERTAINING her tags are I'm grinning ear to ear just reading them

@vioisgoinginsane: vio!! fellow jade faver (?) 🥺🥺🥺 her scenario posts are GENIUS and i love love LOVE her reblogs and tags. super supportive too like ????? <333333

@luvkamishiro: new moot!! BANGER art and ideas like seriously :000 seems super nice too :DD

@perfectlyunadulteratedjellyfish: KABABAYAN (6) dan!!! so nice 🥺 looking forward to getting to know them more :DD

@allioaro: new moot!! i saw her ruggie as housewarden post on my dash and got intrigued :DD her art is so cute it looks so soft and pretty 🥺🥺🥺 IMMACULATE and fun vibes detected as i looked through her blog 😌 idia smoocher >:D

@shinysparklesapphires: sapph!!! i CANNOT believe you haven't put here yet i SWEAR i already wrote one for you :((( absolutely INTERESTING OCs right here, and she's so cool??? first one to draw my babygirl everiu other than me thank you SO much 🥹🥹🥹 xeir oc lore?? once again going 👀👀👀👀👀 INTRIGUED by it 😌

@katriniac: ooooh she cooool. not much info about her, we just started following each ohter one day and i have no recollection of past interactions but SUPER honored to be moots with you!!

@dove-da-birb: DOVE!!!! they're so cool and supportive and nice and ASDFGHJKFJLDRNGNRJVNFHDQWHSLFJF 🥺🥺🥺🥺 AWESOME writer and friend and also their OCs????? writing blog is @da-birb-writes-sometimes go check it out for super good stories it'll be so worth it mwah mwah

@honkai-freak: new moot!! met them during the I-tweel-I wedding and they asked to be an usher! :DD

@somany-fandoms-solittle-time: aims!! fellow theater kid 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 has BANGER ideas and great music taste like seriously also so fun to interact with????

@murderisokay: new moot!! new to tumblr, apparently, but that's okay :DD vil smoocher?? 👀👀👀 also their artstyle is super cute and neat it's so nommable XD

@twistwonderlanddevotee: sofia!!!!! new moot and already a RIOT to be around :DDD like seriously she's so fun and she makes awesome wallpapers???? ALSO LIKES ARTEMIS FOWL AND MLB YES YES YES

tags i can copy-paste for convenience 😎 (apologies if you receive a double notification :'D): @0klwkan, @shutupkida, @nem0-nee, @officialdaydreamer00, @shyhaya, @mangocat21, @azulashengrottospiano, @the-v-lociraptor, @valerie-leech, @i-like-forgs, @taruruchi, @starry-night-rose, @shkrmpp, @hydrangea-breeze, @totallymem3, @synchronize03, @ceruleancattail, @cookiesandbiscuits, @names-are-dumb, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @vioisgoinginsane, @luvkamishiro, @perfectlyunadulteratedjellyfish, @allioaro, @shinysparklesapphires

more moots..? :00 yeet me an ask or comment or reblog if you wanna :DD let's be mutuals! ^v^

[alittlegiraffe]

👀👀👀👀

Jealousy Brock Rumlow? Pretty pretty please.

HC, Drabble whatever. No one else seems to simp for Brock like you do and I neeeeddd him.

I'll do it as a HC!

My Girl

You weren't exactly anything special, a cog in the Hydra machine at best, with a focus on aiding in tactical and efficient strategies. Which is how you met Brock.

He was a top commander and both despised and adored by the top brass. He'd done so much for them that he was practically untouchable.

So no one said anything as he wooed you, even if technically it wasn't allowed.

You somehow won over Brock's hardened heart and you saw a completely new side of him.

He was caring and protective, almost to a fault, but he also showered you with flowers and day trips to beautiful places. He was well and truly sweeping you off your feet.

It was months into your relationship before you noticed the slight twitch in his jaw whenever a waiter spent too much time tending to you, or the doorman at your buildings gaze lingered over your figure too long.

You thought it was sweet that regardless of how over the moon you were for him he still felt possessive over you.

He never crossed a line about it though. Not initially anyway.

There were moments you saw it. A tightened grip on your hip, a possessive and bruising kiss, maybe even possessive words mumbled into your neck as he came deep within your womb.

Still for the most part when it came to you he was uncharacteristically sweet and kind.

After he proposed and you got married it was a little more obvious. He referred to you frequently as "My Girl" or "My Wife" when talking to friends or colleagues. The possessive language an increasing turn on for you.

You tried to poke a little at the jealous monster you knew existed inside your husband, but it never worked when you tried to be intentional. You only ever got to see glimpses of the darkness you craved in him..

When the powers that be became worried about security no one was surprised when he insisted that even non-combat staff should be able to fight. Doling out training schedules and making sure everyone met his expectations.

Unfortunately you weren't the most combative, and while you mastered his defensive plan you we're still deemed highly vulnerable because you really only kept yourself from getting hurt.

So, in an attempt to get better and stop embarrassing your husband you asked a couple of the guys to help you one on one a little bit. You didn't think Brock would mind, and it was considered imperative to get everyone prepared.

A few days of one on one went by and while you doubted you were improving they weren't as harsh as Brock and you understood the fundamentals a bit better.

You genuinely didn't understand your mistake until Toby, the man who was helping you, had you pinned to the mat and was walking you through getting out of his hold. That was the moment Brock chose to walk in, and suddenly the room was charged with danger.

Brock's eyes calculated the situation, and he barked out a harsh, "Get out." As he stalked over to you.

As Toby shuffled away Brock made his way toward you, bumping the shorter man with his shoulder as their paths crossed, before he was sticking a hand out to help you up.

You took his hand and rose to your feet, only to immediately find Brock's hand fisted in your ponytail as his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight to his body. You shivered against his hard body in anticipation.

"What the hell did I just walk in on?" He bit out at you, as your hands found the belt loops of his work cargo pants pulling yourself towards him. The sexual energy charging around you, even as your face flushed with embarrassment.

"I just wanted someone to try and help me get better," you mumbled. "I didn't want to embarrass you."

The hand in your hair jerked your head back so he could look into your eyes, "You think you embarrass me?" You nodded as best you could, "Baby, your my girl. I wanted to kill a man for putting his fucking hands on you, and you think I'm the one who should be embarrassed?"

"You just are always so put together and confident- I don't want you to regret me you know?" You confessed.

"Is that what you think?" His eyes searched yours.

"Brock?" You asked, as his eyes darkened, he walked your body back against a padded wall as he ran his nose along the column of your neck.

"You think I'm going to regret you? Baby the only think I regret is not making sure you knew exactly where I stand, and you let someone else's hands touch you so obviously I've failed."

With that he tore through your leggings and panties, before two fingers toyed at your entrance. Your head hit the padded wall as his lips finally attacked your neck, and you groaned audibly under his ministrations.

The scruff of his face marred your skin as he alternated between marking your skin and claiming your lips in brutal kisses.

"Spent so much time trying to keep you separate from the rest of me, but I think it's time you get the full picture. I'm not a nice man sweetheart, and I want to wreck you."

"You're mine, princess," he hissed as his deft fingers assaulted your weeping hole. "You better come to grips with that real fuckin' quick."

Once he was satisfied with the slick coating you his fingers made their way into your soaked core while he bit and sucked at your neck. You knew he'd leave a pretty purple bruise on your skin, and it only made your hips buck desperately into his hand.

"I don't want someone else's hands on my wife babygirl, you understand? I'll kill the next one," he hissed as he pounded into you.

"You're going to learn that you're my girl little one," Brock hissed as he freed his cock and plunged into you.

Your moan echoed in the empty gym as you were filled to the hilt, the brutality of his thrust spurring you on

"Y-yes," you studdered in time with your hips as pleasured blurred everything except Brock.

"Tell me honey," he groaned as your walls fluttered around him. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm, I'm yours," you whimpered. "Brock please." You edge was approaching quickly between his skilled ministrations, the possessive words, and the adrenaline of the public space.

"There's a fucking good girl," he said in time with his thrusts as he worked your clit with the kind of ferocity he usually had on missions. In that moment you were his mission though. "Cum for me, show me this cunt even knows who it belongs to."

It seemed it did, because at his command you fell apart around him followed shortly by his own release.

As you leaned against him catching your breath you smiled into his shoulder, "You know Brock he's been training for a little bit."

You pulled away to see his face, and confused quickly gave way to the dark glint you'd craved for so long. "Guess I'll have to show you just how thoroughly mine you are." He grinned down at you.

[nyctophicbtch]

Hi, I'm Clara. I wanted to request headcanons for the younger sister Maximoff (she would be the younger sister of Pietro and Wanda). I wanted name tips (and, if you can, actress for this story) I wanted you to describe what her relationship with her brothers would be like, her powers and what her involvement with the Avengers would be. Her romantic partner would be Bucky.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year ❤️❤️👀

Author's note: Happy New Year! didn't really have any actresses in mind for this role so hope you don't mind me not including that

Being the youngest Maximoff sibling and dating Bucky would include:

The twins would be absolutely protective of you.

Wanda would be just as protective as your brother, though not as obvious.

You come to her to talk often.

When the three of you were tested by Hydra, they'd constantly make sure you were alright.

Your powers would probably be controlling metal. (I thought this fits even though it's Polaris' exact powers)

Every chance you'd have to see each other, the first thing your siblings would do was to check on you in case you were hurt.

You hated Tony Stark, however you weren't pleased with your siblings working with Ultron either.

You followed them anyways, like you'd always done.

When fighting the avengers, you'd hold back a lot from guilt.

Wanda eventually pointing that out and Pietro realizing that you were straining after she'd told him.

In the end, you'd been the one to help them get along with the rest of the avengers.

You were nowhere near when Pietro died, yet you could feel something off about Wanda.

You didn't want to asume things at first, but when your sister came back looking dejected, you rushed away to find Pietro and deny the obvious fact.

Coping took a while, but the missions helped distract you.

It was also where you'd first met Bucky. On a rooftop. With T'challa on his heels.

It was when you jumped down when he first made eye contact with you with wide eyes as you contained both him and the overgrown cat.

And you didn't see each other until the airport.

But he immediately recognize you, even before you turned to him to give a smile.

The two of you didn't talk much. Just occasional 'thanks' when you saved him a couple of times on the battlefield.

Wanda noticing the flirting that's been going on as you fought, and pulled him away from you a couple of times.

When Wanda found out you were a spy, you wanted nothing more than to break her out of her restraints, yet you were sent to Wakanda with Bucky instead.

Cue the bonding moment you two had over the time in wakanda where you'd visit him a couple of times.

Your relationship escalates from there.

Alternative where Pietro never died and Bucky stays in the avengers compound because I can't accept dead Pietro:

Pietro teasing the life out of you.

This man always come up a reason to tease you.

Especially when Bucky started warming up to you after a few days to a week at the avenger's compound.

He'd stop when you looked truly annoyed though. Which was usually when he's teasing you only and not involving Bucky.

Steve just observes and Tony just knows.

Wanda getting skeptical as she saw you warming up to Bucky.

You'd sometimes find yourself bumping into him late at night in the kitchen or living room and you'd have a little chat.

Bucky being absolutely fascinated by your powers when you sat next to him on the couch, swirling random metal items between your fingers.

Your siblings having no idea that you'd been sneaking Bucky into your room constantly after he'd kiss you one night.

Wanda def found out first and blocked your path as you walked side by side with Bucky.

"What do we have here?"

"Took you long enough. Does Pietro know?"

"Not yet."

After walking past her, she looks at Bucky menancingly. Jokingly of course. At least you think.

Pietro flips out when she tells him.

He then tells everyone in the building.

Only to find out that Tony already knew.

That freaked him out even more.

He zooms over to Bucky in the living room where you were and set some ground rules just to tease you.

Pietro would absolutely glare at him if he ever got touchy with you around him.

His sister dating a microwave was enough as it was, and now you're dating a hundred year old man.

Bucky absolutely loves kissing you on the neck.

He's one to take his time with you, but the man would often sneak a peck in front of your brother, and you'd flush although Pietro never noticed.

He was too scared of your sister though.

Even after you've assured him multiple times that she's okay with the whole thing.

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@the person who asked about a pride hydra!

I saw your ask and I am planning to draw it!! Working on a few commissions first

Also my commissions are open until the new year 👀