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overweightmermaid83 · 3 months ago

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what a baby.

John Walker (U.S. Agent) x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+, mdni! smut, unprotected sex (cover the stream before blowing some steam!), enemies to lovers, swearing, degrading (dumb insults, mainly), john walker is a walking ass, praise, a bit of fluff at the end.

nsfw under the cut!

what a baby.

“if you had just shut your fucking mouth when i told you to,” you whispered hurriedly between kisses as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“yeah, well,” john grumbled, his hands holding your hips as you straddled his waist. he tilted his head slightly, feeling your lips go to his jaw. “i saved you anyways.”

“and got your ass kicked,” you replied, breathless as you moved back to kiss his lips. your hands slid up his bruised abdomen as you ground down against his clothed hard-on.

john groaned, his head falling back slightly. “fuck, i don’t care,” he half mumbled, half moaned. he grabbed hold of your neck gently, tilting your head back so he could look at you.

you looked down your nose at him, glaring. he only gave you that stupid, fucking, lazy smirk. like he was better than you. like he was doing you a favor. bullshit.

you rocked your hips against him roughly, causing him to jerk forwards a bit, lower abdomen clenching. he groaned, and now it was his turn to glare and your turn to smirk.

“what, can’t take a little movement, walker?” you cooed sarcastically.

“i’ll show you fucking movement,” he growled, picking you up and rolling you.

you let out a short gasp as your back hit the mattress, making john grin. oh, how you hated that face.

your nostrils flared as you tried to get out from under him, but he just held your wrists down, unfazed. when you finally gave up with a huff and a major eye roll, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over, pulling your ass back to him.

you scowled at him over your shoulder as he manhandled him, giving you that smug little smile you despised so much. his hair was messy from you running your hands through it and tugging, and sweat caused small pieces to stick to his forehead. fuck, he looked so good.

“i’m gonna have to save you more often,” john sneered, pulling your panties to the side, watching as you clenched around nothing. you knew it went straight to his ego. oh, and his dick, of course.

“you didn’t save shit,” you grumbled back. you had to look away as you fought back a moan, his fingers ghosting across your thighs before landing a hard smack on your ass.

“oh, i think i did,” he cooed, running his hand up your back, unsnapping your bra in the process. he held you as you moved your arms and tossed it to the side.

“you know, for a super soldier i figured you’d be faster at this,” you chided.

“well for an adult,” he murmured, running his dick through your folds and gathering your slick. “i figured you’d be more patient,” he pushed his tip in, stretching you before pulling back out quickly.

“oh-ho,” you laughed bitterly. “fuck you.” he chuckled and you wanted to throat punch him at the very sound. in fact, you should have throat punched him long ago. maybe that would teach him-

you moaned as he suddenly pushed further into you, about halfway. your eyes widened as he sunk in suddenly, squeezing the fatty flesh of your ass.

“i know you want to,” he replied lowly, the rough edge in his voice shooting straight to your core.

“you’re… such a child,” you managed, voice a little unsteady as he pulled back out. “using playground insults in be-”

you’re cut off by another groan as he shoves your face in the pillow and bottoms out. your mouth opens in a silent scream, panting as he pushes as far into you as he can. the stretch hurt so good.

“sorry, what was that?” he asked with an annoyingly cocky edge to his voice.

your eyes fluttered open as you looked back at him. the smugness in his expression dropped. you looked amazing. beautiful, even. your brows raised in bliss, your mouth parted slightly. he could’ve came from that sight alone.

“you’re- pretty when you’re- quiet,” he grunted, words punctuated by deep thrusts. he ran his hand over your ass, soothing the skin that he slapped not too long again.

“shut the fuck up,” you whispered, barely able to speak.

he laughed at that, and you had to look away to hide your own chuckle.

“takin’ me so good,” he praised gently, looking down at where the two of you connected. he felt his balls tighten as the very sight. you could ruin him just by doing nothing at all. his lip twitched before he reached down and grabbed your throat, pulling you up against him. your back arched into his chest, making you moan obscenely at the new angle.

“fuckin’ slut,” he growled into your ear. “you like getting fucked like this? huh? makin’ me do all the work, baby.”

you turned your head to kiss him as best as you could, the kiss sloppy and heated. you wrapped your arm around his head, holding him to you. his breath was ragged against your lips as he panted, chasing the highs you both needed. his hand snaked down your front, fingertips ghosting across sensitive skin. goosebumps raised in their wake. you shuddered, kissing the corner of his mouth as his hand finally reached further and further down.

he began rubbing your clit in sync with his thrusts. you cried out as your back arched furthermore, your hips pushing into his touch.

“yeah, that’s it,” he cooed lowly, “show me how desperate you are. ain’t nobody going to see you like this, ‘cept me, right sweetheart?”

you nodded fervently, the coil in your belly tightening. you could barely comprehend anything that was being said, your mind solely focused on his touch and thrusts.

“you gonna come?” he purred arrogantly. since when was that a turn on for you? (always)

“please,” you whined. “please, john, fuck-”

at the sound of his name, something inside him snapped. the way you were a blubbering, moaning mess, full of his cock, in his bed, in his arms—

he shoved you back down, slamming into you as hard and as fast as he could. it didn’t take long before you cried out his name and came, clenching around him with a newfound sudden strength. his eyes widened as he felt himself being pushed to the edge.

he continued his ferocious assault on your cervix, chasing his own, selfish high. you whined as you tried to pull away from the harsh overstimulation, but his bruising grip held you down. and you loved it.

finally, his hips stuttered as he came inside you, thick white ropes filling you. he laid on top of you, panting. your body felt like jello. he managed to pull out of you, grunting a bit. you whimpered a bit at the loss, but you couldn’t be too mad. not for right now. he rolled you over gently, helping you lay down before he disappeared. you lulled your head to the right, looking at the fading light that peaked through the blinds.

you realized just how quiet the room was. how peaceful. save for the humming of the overhead fan and the occasional clinking from whatever john was doing, it was undisturbed.

you were surprised when he came back with a fresh pair of clothes—his clothes. you looked down at them and back to him, your brows raised slightly.

“do you need me to spell it out for you?” he asked with reserved sarcasm.

you cracked a smile, too blissed out to really care what he said. he held your hands as he helped you out of bed, leading you to his bathroom and setting the clothes on the counter.

“let me know if you need any help,” he said softly before shutting the door and letting you get cleaned up.

when you came back out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, scrolling on his phone. he looked up at you and hopped up, helping you back to bed, even after you assured him you were fine.

you got to see a new side of john that night. one that let you pick which sitcom to watch. the one that let you sleep in his prized possession—the softest shirt he owned. the side of john that passed out before you, despite saying he wasn’t tired.

you got to wake up to a view you never imagined would actually make it out of your dreams: a sleeping john walker that was laying across you like an oversized weighted blanket. warm light wrapped around him through the slits of the blinds, casting him in a mix of yellow hues and shadows. his hair was roughed in a way that looked like every strand went a different direction. his skin was warm against yours, heating you like a furnace in the winter.

you gently ran your fingers through his hair, attempting to smooth down the train wreck of blond strands. his back muscles flexed as he moved in his sleep, further curling himself into your side and laying his head back up on your chest.

the big, scary, brooding john walker slept like a baby on top of you that morning. he slept like he was finally safe: no worries, no rush, no problems in the world. and he made you promise not to tell anyone.

what a baby.

#john walker x reader #john walker #thunderbolts

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overweightmermaid83 · 3 months ago

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boyfriend reveal

#eddie munson #eddie munson moodboard #eddie munson aesthetic #husband #im delulu #joseph quinn

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overweightmermaid83 · 3 months ago

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Friendly reminder that if you're a man who moans during sex you're immediately the hottest one in the room

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overweightmermaid83 · 3 months ago

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Yummy

Hes sooooo beautiful I NEED to get on his nerves

#john walker #wyatt russell #so yummy

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overweightmermaid83 · 3 months ago

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be my "four hundred year old selfish man" baby

#glenn howerton #sirens 2025

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overweightmermaid83 · 3 months ago

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Mine (John Walker)

Description: John always leaves after sex so she doesn’t think he cares about her until her and Bucky flirt in the kitchen.

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Doggy Style, John humps the reader’s butt

Word Count: 3,036

Request: can you do smut with Walker, where john gets jealous cus the reader was flirting with bucky, then fucks her after the reader trying to calm him down

The bed shook under them, the noise was loud as it banged against the wall over and over again. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as his hips slapped against her ass with each thrust. Her loud moans and whines were muffled against her pillow until he gripped her hair in his hand and pulled her head up a little, making the sounds fill the room.

“I wanna hear those slutty sounds.” he grunted, pulling her hair a little. The feeling of his dick hitting her spot with each thrust brought her to a different universe of pleasure each time they did this. One of his hands gripped her headboard tight as the other had her hair in a makeshift ponytail, her eyes were rolling back as pathetic sounds left her mouth at John’s request.

Sweat rolled down his forehead and muscular back as he picked up the pace. She was thankful that she had a sturdy bed box and headboard otherwise the super soldier above her would have broken it long ago. “I wish I could see those pretty eyes roll back as I fuck you dumb.” He told her and she cried out at his words.

Her hands gripped the sheets as she felt her orgasm build with each of his thrusts, they were both close. Sex with John was delicious, it felt amazing and so intense. He treated sex like the war or a mission, all his focus was on it and giving her the best orgasms she’s ever had. She’d never admit that to him, though she didn’t have to, the screams of his name as her orgasm finally crashed into her, it said it all.

John followed with a loud grunt as his hips stuttered as he filled her up like he was trying to make a baby, it said it all too. He placed his head against her shoulder for a second, taking in her sweet scent as they both caught their breaths. He’d never stay or do anything for her, “I gotta take a shower.” He said as he pulled out of her. The whimper of losing him wasn’t just about his dick no longer being inside of her but him walking away after fucking her like he loves her.

Her eyes followed Bucky around the kitchen as he put away the dishes and grabbed his metal arm from the dish washer. At first she thought it was stupid that he did that but now it was just one of his things that made her giggle. Bucky was all over the place in the morning while doing this, hair tied back, arms on display. His muscular arms made her bite her lip, sure he wasn’t John Walker but she wasn’t blind, Bucky was hot as fuck.

If John wanted to act like nothing happened between them, so was she. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Bucky said, breaking her train of thought. He had a smirk plastered on his face, like he wanted her to take a picture. She mirrored his smirk as she took a sip of her coffee, “I’d rather take a video, it’s hard for me to get off on pictures.” John was walking into the kitchen as she said that to Bucky, he stopped walking, anger built up in him.

Bucky threw the rag he was cleaning with over his shoulder before walking over to her, he bent down in front of her, “Lucky for you, doll, you don’t need a picture or a video, you can have the real thing.” Y/N got soaked at that and wanted nothing more than for him to take her on this table but they got interrupted before anything went further. John stormed into the kitchen, glaring at Bucky who pulled away from her, “Hey Walker.” Bucky said as he went back to cleaning, like nothing even happened.

John was pissed, he was breathing hard and ready to kill Bucky. Y/N was on her phone, not even noticing the anger radiating off John. “Are you fucking serious?” John nearly yelled at her, pulling her attention away from her phone. She nearly jumped out of her seat and dropped her phone at his voice, "Jesus Walker, you scared me.” She said and let out a laugh. John wasn’t laughing, nor did he find any of this amusing.

“Can we talk?” He asked, though he wasn’t giving her an option as he stormed out of the kitchen. Y/N gave Bucky a shrug as she followed him into his room. “What’s wrong?” She asked and he let out a laugh but it wasn’t one of amusement more one of disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?” He asked and she shook her head. He quoted what she and Bucky said to each other and it made sense. It clicked in her head, he had overheard what they said to each other and was jealous.

“You’re jealous.” She states, amusement in her voice. John opened his mouth to protest but she went on, “Yet you have no right to be and act like us having sex doesn’t even happen. You basically cum and run.” John narrowed his eyes at her, “You sound like you care.” He mumbles and she shakes her head, “I do because I like you but you just want to fuck and that’s it.” “You like me but you’re trying to fuck Bucky?” He yelled and she scoffed, “Not like you like me back.”

He pinned her against his door that was now shut, her eyes widened as he had a dark look in his eyes and he was breathing heavily. She was wet from Bucky’s words but now? She could feel it dripping down her leg. Her heart was beating so fast, waiting for his next move or words, anything. “I. Fucking. Love. You.” Her eyes widened at his words, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I'm not losing you to Bucky.” It was a promise, it wasn’t an option, he wasn’t losing her after this. “Then why do you walk away each time?”

He didn’t answer her question, his lips hit hers in a breathtaking kiss. This kiss was different from the others they shared, it held possession and love, it was passionate and told her that he’d never walk away. She kissed him back with just as much passion, letting him know that he would not be losing her to Bucky, that he had no reason to be jealous. Their lips moved hard and heavy, her hands that were pinned to the door by him, tried to break free, aching to be in his hair.

He was weakened at this moment and let her hands go so he could pull her closer. Her hands went to his hair and messed it up. His hands moved up and down her back, needing her closer. She pulled away from the kiss for air, something she wished she could live without right now. John barely gave her a second to catch it, “Get on the bed ass up.” He demanded. Yes sir, she thought as she did what he asked of her.

She was nervous and excited for what was to come as she felt him behind her. She playfully wiggled her ass, teasing him as she wanted him to do something. She gasped loudly and nearly cried out as he slapped her ass, “Think I'd let you off after I just heard you flirt with him?” He asked and she was in so much shock and awe that she could barely speak. He chuckled and slapped her ass again, “I asked you a question, slut.” She squeaked at the second hit, “I wasn’t aware that you were there.” She got out and he rubbed her ass before slapping it again, this time she moaned.

“So you were gonna do it behind my back, got it.” He said and gave her a fourth slap, this one making her lean forward and nearly falling onto the mattress. “I’m sorry.” She moaned out and he shook his head. “You better be.” He said and she felt his hard on rub against her ass. “I could cum just by humping your ass.” He huffed out as he repeated the motion over and over again. “John please.” She cried, wanting to be touched, needing to be touched.

“Mmmm I don’t think you deserve it, baby.” He breathed out and she whined in protest. His hands gripped her hips in a bruising grip as he kept moving his hips. She gained nothing out of this but that was the point, “Such a lovely squishy ass.” He moaned and she turned her head to see his thrown back as he dry humped her butt. It was so fucking weird but yet so hot. His grunts filled the room as the bed creaked with his thrusts. She took note of the fact that his bed was much less noisy than hers.

She closed her eyes as she got lost in his noises as he fucked her ass until he was cumming. He looked down and smirked, her pants were a little damp from him cumming. He slapped her ass again, making her groan. “Turn around.” He demanded and she quickly did on shaky legs. She looked down at the wet spot on his sweats, her mouth watered at the sight. He saw her reaction and smirked, “That was your ass that did that, it could have been your pussy but you’ve been a bad girl.” He said and pushed her so she was laying down.

He removed his sweatpants and boxers, already hard again. “Strip.” He told her and she wasted no time, “Slowly.” He demanded and she glared at him. He already teased her enough and now he wants her to strip slowly? “You ask for this the second you looked at him.” He told her and she wanted to protest but did what he asked. First it was her shirt that was so thin, you could see her nipples through it. John shook his head and tsked, “No bra? Dirty whore.” She nearly moaned at those words.

She went to pull down her PJ pants but John stopped her, “Play with your tits.” He told her and she looked at him as she had her hands on the waistband of her bottoms, “What?” She asked and he rolled his eyes, “I didn’t stutter, play with your tits.” His voice was low and demanding, it went straight to her pussy. Her shaky hands left her waistband and traveled back up to her tits that were begging to be touched but not as much as her pussy was.

John hummed as both hands cupped the soft flesh that his mouth had touched so many times. Her nipples were rock hard, just like him and had her fingers playing with them. She bit back a moan that threatened to release from in her throat, it was so pathetic that she was already making noises and she’s barely been touched. “Pinch one.” He said as he stared at her tits, waiting for her fingers to pinch one or both as a whine escaped from her.

Her head fell back as she let out a shaky breath, playing with her nipples like he asked, except it didn’t feel the same as when he did it. John’s hands felt incredible against her body, she never thought she would be here playing with her tits while he watched instead of doing it himself. “Take off your pants.” She stopped playing with her nipples as her hands traveled back down to the waistband of her pants, “Use one hand and have the other still play with your tit.” She wanted to cry, she needed release and she needed it bad.

She reached back up with one hand and continued to play with her tit as the other hand managed to pull her PJ pants down, “Holy shit.” John said as he saw her soaked panties. They were laced and sticking to her pussy. “Rub yourself through your panties.” He told her as he stared at the mess she had already made. She didn’t waste a second as her fingers were on her clothed pussy. She was so wet that it was heard through the room as she rubbed herself.

Soft moans left her lips as both her hands worked on herself. John was nearly drooling at the sight, “Look so perfect, baby.” He mumbled as his hands ached to touch her and his cock but he was memorized by the sight. Her head fell back as she let out a moan of his name, a plea to let her take things further. She wanted to cum so bad but not like this. “Fuck.” He groaned and watched as her hips moved to meet the rubbing of her fingers.

Her hand that was rubbing her tit ached but she didn’t stop, it all felt too good. “Remove your panties.” John said and she moaned in relief and did so with both hands. John didn’t care at this point as he stared at the mess of her wet pussy that was begging for him. She wanted to beg him so badly to touch her instead but she had to take what she could get. She looked at him and he nodded, letting her know it was okay to touch herself.

She gasped as her fingers got to touch her bare clit that was swollen with aurosal. “Such a pretty pussy.” She heard John groan as she rubbed faster. Her other hand was gripping his sheets as she let out a pathetic whine. Her hips bucked and stuttered as she threw her head back again, John staring at her neck that needed to be marked. He moved towards her without her noticing and placed a kiss on her neck, making her gasp.

That one kiss turned into many until he was sucking on her neck, marking her for anyone to see, for Bucky to see. “You’re mine.” He growled in her ear and she nodded, “Yes! I’m yours.” She cried out, feeling her high approach. “John I-” But he knew, he knew that was about to cum so he quickly stopped her hand and she whimpered, “My turn.” He said and pushed her so she was laying down again.

She was shaking with need at this point, ready to beg him to fuck her. “You cum without my permission I stop.” He warns her and before she could respond she nearly screams as he enters her. “Oh fuck yeah, you’re so wet.” He groans and looks down to see how pathetic and desperate she looked. Both of them could cum in just a few moments if needed but John wanted to drag this out, teach her a lesson.

His hips started slow, barely moving, making her whine. He was just as needy as her but in his head she deserved it. “Better be thankful I’m giving you this much.” He said.She was about to beg, her mouth was open but he shoved his fingers in her mouth, “No matter how much you beg, it won’t work.” She moaned around his fingers. It felt like hours before his hips were at a decent pace, it wasn’t fast but it was helpful enough.

She stared up at him with needy eyes, she gave up a long time ago on begging even though she felt like she was ejected with sex pollen. Each thrust was delicious and made her moan. John stared down at her with the same need but his eyes didn’t show it, he just smirked at her. They were lost in each other's eyes and pleasure until a knock at the door broke their trance. They both looked at the door waiting for the other person to say something, “who is it?” Y/N asked and John glared at her.

He had hoped that she wouldn’t say anything and just let the person leave. “It’s Bucky.” The second John heard his voice something happened inside of him. He started picking up the speed of his thrust until her bed was banging against the wall and she was moaning like a pornstar, “She’s busy at the moment.” John announced and could only imagine the look on his face. “Scream for me baby, let him and everyone in this fucking tower who’s fucking you.” She screamed his name, loud.

He chuckled and picked up the pace, “Louder.” He groaned, feeling her pussy tighten around him. Her screams and whines filled the room and tower, “Louder.” He growled and she screamed until her throat hurt. “Good Girl.” He praised and his hand moved down to rub her clit. She could only make little moans and whimpers but she was close, so close that her body shook and her hips moved with no rhythm.

“Cum for me sweetheart.” He said and she did. A silent scream left her mouth as she arched under him. Her orgasm was strong and ripped through her in waves. All the teasing got to her as she finally got her release. John was in awe at the sight. Her mouth was opened as her hips stuttered through it, the sight alone made him cum with a moan himself.

He painted her walls before collapsing next to her, “So good.” He nearly slurred and looked over at her. Her eyes fluttered but she looked happy and relieved, “John?” She looked over at him, the love was in his eyes, he wasn’t going anywhere. “Yes?” She sighed, “Why did you always leave?” She asked him.

He looked like a lost puppy at this moment, where did he begin? He never thought anyone would want him after the whole Captain America stuff and his wife divorcing and taking his kid. He was too scared to open up like that again to somebody but after seeing Bucky and her flirt that changed. “I was scared.” He admitted and refused to look her in the eyes. “I get it.” She whispered and moved to lay her head on his chest, “Just promise to never do it again.” He nodded and wrapped an arm around her, “I promise.”

#john walker smut #john walker x reader

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“You sure you want to do this?”

Eddie’s chest was heaving, like he couldn’t calm his breaths. His brown eyes were half lidded, pupils blown. A cigarette dangled from his pointer and middle fingers as he leaned back against his headboard, the smoke trailing up and up into his bedroom. Music played from his stereo, background noise.

Eddie, shirtless with his tight jeans low on his hips. You, already stripped down to your lingerie, sitting on your knees between his legs. Looking up at him, taking in the view.

“Yeah,” he said, voice gruff.

The corner of your lips quirked up in a small smirk.

Your best friend had asked you to take his virginity, and who were you to say no? Especially when he looked this good.

“Are you hard?” you asked him, your voice a mere whisper.

“So fucking hard,” he whispered back. He took another drag from his cigarette and his right hand slid down his body, so slowly, until he was rubbing over the straining bulge in his jeans. His eyes never left you once.

You licked your lips. God, you wanted a taste of him. You were so wet already, panties clinging uncomfortably to you. You just wanted Eddie to take them off already. Nipples hard in the confines of your bra, clit throbbing with how badly you wanted him.

“Y’want something?” he asked you pointedly, voice still so low, the smoke pouring from his lips.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Mmhmm.”

“Well, you gotta tell me, baby,” he drawled. “You gotta tell me what you want.”

Your hands danced up his thighs, sending chills through his body even though the thick material of his jeans. “Wanna see your cock.”

Eddie grunted as your hands reached his lap. Your palm lightly rubbed over his bulge - he really was rock fucking hard - and he let out a low groan, more smoke coming from his mouth.

“Go ‘head then,” he mumbled. He ashed the cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table, long finger tapping against the filter. Then he was bringing it back to his lips, his eyes moving back to you.

You rubbed your hand over him one more time before your hands moved up to the metal handcuffs on his belt. You fumbled with it at first - why does he have to wear this stupid thing - but finally worked it open. The button and zipper were much easier, but pulling the tight jeans down his legs with his cock this hard was its own struggle.

Eddie lifted his hips off the bed, helping you get them down. The denim tossed onto the floor with a clang from his belt and chain, you turned your attention to the tent in his boxers.

You leaned forward, Eddie’s breathing becoming more shallow the closer you got to where he wanted you. You saw another cloud of smoke pass by just as you nuzzled your face against his clothed cock - his hardness contrasting against the soft skin of your cheek. Eddie let out a little gasp that turned into the softest moan. His cock twitched against your face as you rubbed against it. You stuck your tongue out, licking over his head through the material, already wet from his precum.

His hips jerked up unintentionally. “Fuckin’ tease,” he mumbled, cigarette sitting between his lips.

You hummed, mouthing at his cock through his boxers. He was big, that was obvious. How had he been hiding all this from you for so long?

Eddie’s head tipped back against the wall as he groaned - you weren’t sure if it was pleasure, frustration, or both. The muscles in his soft stomach flexed.

“That’s enough,” he muttered, his right hand coming down to lightly pull at your hair.

“You don’t like it?” you asked, all wide eyed innocence although you were anything but.

“Doing this shit on purpose,” he grumbled. “You know what I want.” His thumb caressed the side of your cheek. “I think you want it, too.”

You did. You slid your hands up his thighs until you reached the waistband of his boxers. You didn’t need to ask for permission - the desire was obvious. You slid them down so slowly he gave you a look - you smiled, finally pulling them all the way off.

His cock was pretty. It slapped against his lower belly, the tip ruddy and slick with precum that dribbled onto the skin of his stomach. You took in the vein lining the underside, the way his balls tensed as he watched you looking at this part of him.

“You’re staring.” He tilted his head, looking at you with way too much confidence for a virgin. “Y’like what you see?”

“S’big,” you commented, although you didn’t think he needed the ego boost. He looked like he already knew.

“Can you take it?” he asked quietly, bravado mixed with genuine concern. He ashed his cigarette again, distracted as he never took his eyes off you, some of the white ash spilling onto his table.

You wrapped a hand around his thick shaft, drawing a gasp from him at the first real contact. “I can take it,” you promised him.

He watched you closely as you stroked his cock slowly up and down, spreading the precum along his shaft. He was throbbing in your hand, pure need coursing through his veins. He let out a shaky breath before bringing the cigarette back for another drag.

“Are you gonna-“ he asked from around it, but cut himself off with a moan that pushed its way out of his lungs the second you wrapped those pretty lips around his tip. “Shit!” he cursed, nearly dropping his cigarette.

You nearly laughed, if your mouth hadn’t been busy. He was warm and heavy on your tongue, the salt of his skin mixed with the precum dripping from his slit. You worked your mouth down, opening your jaw wide to take his thick girth without scraping him with your teeth. When your nose touched the course curls at his base, he was so deep down your throat, the most pathetic whimpers coming from the man above you.

“Oh, that’s…” he drew in a quick breath. “Oh.”

You could hear him dragging on the cigarette again as you started bobbing your head along his length. You looked up at Eddie, eyes locked on you with his expression pained as the cigarette burned between his lips. He watched your reddened lips wrapped around him, slick with saliva that dripped down his shaft.

His breathing was ragged, quick. He wasn’t sure what to do with his free hand, so it was balled tightly in the sheets, white knuckled. Your movements were making him light headed, intoxicated. His heart pounded, blood rushing in his ears. You swirled your tongue around his tip and he cried out, head falling back against the wall again.

“You…” he gasped out, almost like he was accusing you of something. “Oh, fuck.”

You pulled him from your mouth, licking long, languid strokes from base to tip. You cupped his balls in your hand, feeling them tense at the contact before relaxing again. He watched you carefully as you placed soft kisses down his length until you reached his balls, sticking your tongue out and licking at them.

“Oh, oh-“ Eddie gasped, his body jolting, cigarette fumbling from his mouth and landing on the bed. “Shit,” he cursed, quickly grabbing the cig and dropping it in the ashtray, forgotten. A dark burn mark was left behind on his white sheets.

You moved back to his cock, still massaging his balls in your hand. You enveloped him in the warmth of your mouth once again, taking him until you were gagging, tears welling in your eyes and dripping your mascara down your cheeks. Eddie brought his hand to the side of your face, placing his hand against your cheek.

“Fuck,” he let out in a rush of breath. “Fuck yeah, Jesus, just like that. Right there- yeah-“

You hummed, swallowing around him, and he bucked up hard, cockhead hitting the back of your throat, making you choke on it.

“Jesus!” he cried, voice strained. “You gotta- baby, you gotta stop if we’re gonna keep going, I’m-“

You pulled off of him quickly, squeezing the base of his cock in your hand, just barely staving off his orgasm. He let out the most choked, pained moan, cock throbbing hard in your hand, tip red. He had been close, so close.

“Christ,” he breathed. His thighs were shaking, whole body flushed. “Come up here.”

You slowly climbed up his body, taking your time. You straddled his waist and carded your hand through his hair, pushing it back from his sweaty face. He looked up at you like he was seeing God.

“Can I…?” he asked, hands roaming over your body down to your ass over your silk panties. He licked his lips, eyeing between your legs.

“This is supposed to be about you,” you reminded him. You kissed across his cheek, to his ear, biting lightly on his earlobe. “Let me make you feel good.”

“But…” Eddie’s hands rubbed over the roundness of your ass, the plush of your thighs. “I wanna eat your pussy.” He looked up at you with those doe eyes that probably got him most things he wanted.

“Next time,” you promised him. His neglected cock twitched against his stomach at the thought of that - next time.

His hands slid up your back, slowly feeling the smooth skin beneath his calloused hands. He reached your bra, fumbling with the clasp as he placed kisses all over your chest. You let him try for a while - you were just about to ask if he wanted help when it came undone and the bra fell from you, exposing your bare tits.

“Oh my god,” Eddie groaned. “You’re- you have the perfect tits.”

You giggled, but it turned to a moan when he stuck his tongue out and licked your nipple, then wrapped his lips around the bud. He flicked it with his tongue as he sucked, his hand massaging the other breast, thumb rubbing against the nipple.

“Eddie,” you moaned quietly. “Feels good.”

He abruptly flipped you over, surprising you, a little squeal coming from your lips. He pinned your wrists to the bed, kissing down to your neck. “Wanna fuck you now,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?” your eyes fell closed, breathing hard as Eddie sucked the skin of your neck, his teeth biting down just hard enough.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for years,” Eddie muttered. “And I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.”

You could feel the proof of it pressed against your clothed core. Your cunt was clenching around nothing, just the thought of Eddie inside of you enough to drive you crazy.

He kissed down your body, trying to take his time but too eager to go slow. He kissed down your stomach, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton as he went. You gasped - you’d never had a guy do that before.

He hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and looked up at you. You nodded once, and Eddie turned his attention back to the main event as he pulled the clothing down your body.

When they were discarded onto the floor, he slowly ran his hands up your legs, from your ankles to your knees. He spread them wide, his lips parting in awe as he looked down at your pussy - finally, finally.

He traced a finger through your folds, looking at the obscene amount of wetness coating his finger. In a moment of impulse he popped it into his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning as he sucked it clean. “I knew you’d be sweet.”

Eddie may have been a virgin, but everything he was doing was turning you on more than any other guy ever had. You weren’t even sure he was trying.

He leaned over you again, the warm weight of him covering your naked body, slotting his knee between your thighs. He kissed you then, slow and passionate and conveying every ounce of desire. You licked the seam of his lips and he opened with a moan. He was a little sloppy, totally inexperienced, but when you started massaging his tongue with yours, he melted right into it and let instinct carry him.

His cock was prodding at you, just as eager as Eddie was. He reached down and grabbed his aching cock, tracing it through your folds. He placed another single kiss to your lips, then sat up on his knees. He looked between your legs as he lined himself up, tip pressing right against your hole.

He drew in a deep breath. This was really happening.

“You ready?” he asked you softly. He gripped your thigh with his free hand, rubbing your skin with his thumb. He was looking at you tenderly - your best friend.

“I’m ready,” you nodded. You were a little nervous - you’d never been with a guy as big as Eddie, and what if this changed things? - but you wanted this.

Eddie nodded once back at you. He looked back down between your legs, then he was pushing in.

“Oh,” he breathed, that first push into your tight heat nearly taking his breath away. You inhaled sharply as he sunk in, slowly, carefully. When he was seated in you, he let out a long groan.

“It’s- you’re tight,” he rasped, hands trembling where they held your thighs. “So tight. And wet.”

“You can move,” you told him, slowly rolling your hips into him - which made his eyes go wide and a strangled moan crawl its way out of his throat.

But he pulled his hips back, pulling out of you until only his tip remained, then rolled back into you. He did that a few more times until his thrusts turned a little more shallow and he found his rhythm.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m in you,” he gasped out. “I’m fucking you. Christ.”

“Yeah, baby,” you purred. He was so cute. “You’re fucking me really good.”

He leaned over your body again, resting on his arm on the side of you while his left hiked your thigh up around his waist. “I am?”

“Yes,” you moaned, his cock so deep inside of you you could hardly breathe. You could feel him all over, your skin prickling with the electricity between you.

“Do you like it?” Eddie panted, hips snapping into yours, his balls slapping against your ass. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his sheets. “Oh god, yes.”

Eddie pressed your foreheads together, looking deep into your eyes as your hips rocked together. Your lips were a breath apart, just swallowing each other’s moans.

“I love seeing you like this,” Eddie murmured. His eyes were so dark, pleasure written across his face. “Never thought I would.”

“Me either,” you huffed a laugh, and Eddie returned your smile. Yeah, you definitely never thought you’d get to see what your best friend looks like when he’s inside of you.

“Can I-“ he stopped, eyes darting down to your tits before looking back at your face. “Fuck. Can I…can I fuck you from behind?”

His question surprised you - but you wanted it, too. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Eddie let go of your thigh, pulling out of you slowly. It was a loss, his thick length pulling out of you. But then he flipped you over into your stomach and you arched your back, sticking your ass up for him.

“Holy shit,” Eddie said in a mixture of a moan and gasp, his shaking hands coming down to caress over your cheeks. “Your ass, Jesus Christ-“

You turned to look over your shoulder in time to see - and feel - Eddie sinking back into you. “Oh, shit, yeah,” he breathed. When he was fully in you again he held himself there for a second, just feeling you wrapped around him.

“Please,” you begged. “Fuck me, Eddie.”

His hips involuntarily jerked at your words - “Shit,” he hissed out - but he turned his uneven movements into another quick rhythm, pulling your hips back against him for the extra momentum.

He splayed his hand across your lower back as he fucked you, admiring the look of your body, the jiggle of your ass, the bounce of your tits. Every rut of his hips sent you sliding against the mattress, your mouth open, drool pooling on the sheets as he fucked you stupid.

How was he so good at this his first time?

Eddie’s hands were locked on your hips as he lost himself in the pleasure of your body. You were a whining, moaning mess as you babbled beneath him. “Yes, Eddie, please please please, more, don’t stop, I can’t, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum, Eddie, please-“

“I’m gonna make you cum?” he asked, breathless and amazed. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Cum on my cock, wanna feel it. Wanna feel you cum on me.”

He dug his fingertips into the skin of your ass, leaving marks behind. He scrunched his eyes closed, trying to hold on, just a little longer until you could finish. But he was so close, his denied orgasm from earlier building back up with a vengeance.

You reached underneath you and rubbed at your clit. It only took a second of the extra stimulation before you were pitching forward, crying out with a loud moan as your cunt clenched and throbbed around Eddie’s cock, soaking him.

“Shit!” Eddie cursed, losing his rhythm, just holding onto you and slamming into you with frantic desire. He could feel you pulsing around his cock, and it was too much, too much-

Eddie gasped out a yell of a moan as it all shattered - shockwaves pouring through his body like he’d never experienced, his hips jerking against you as he came ropes of his spend inside of you. You could feel the warmth of him filling you, his sweaty body practically laying over yours, heavy breaths and moans of your name against your back.

He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to crush you, either. He pulled out of you, some of his cum dripping from your pussy and down your skin. He stared.

You flattened, laying down on the bed. Your body felt used, aching, sore, but still tingling from the best orgasm you’d ever had. You heard Eddie leave before he came back and started wiping your skin with warm washcloth.

“Is that better?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah.” You turned over, smiling up at him. You’d never had someone take care of you after sex before. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He was quiet now, seeming a little shy for once in his life. “Did you…like it?”

“I loved it,” you promised him - and you had. “Did you?”

Eddie’s eyes widened at that. “Are you kidding? That was fucking incredible.” He crawled over you, kissing you again, his lips just barely brushing yours until they pressed firmer. When he pulled away, he nuzzled his forehead against your neck.

“So…when’s that next time?” he asked, eager smile on his lips.

Right now, if you had any say in it.

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overweightmermaid83 · 3 months ago

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Got me over here begging for it.

lined up 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, sexual tension, dry humping, dominant!bucky, teasing, rough flirting, dirty talk

summary: bucky teaches you how to play pool. based on this request

word count: 995

author's note: pool is such a hot game, i love it, though i honestly suck at it.

The recreational room was quiet for once. No Alexei bellowing about rematches, no Yelena complaining about the vending machine, no sarcastic commentary from John. Just dim, flickering lights above, the low hum of some old speaker system, and the pool table that sat dead center like an unspoken challenge.

You shouldn’t have lingered. Should’ve kept walking when you saw him there, Bucky in a tactical tee with the sleeves pushed up, his forearms flexing as he chalked the cue with quiet focus.

But you didn’t walk away. Not when his rare good mood hung in the air like smoke. Not when his smirk was already loaded with trouble.

“Ever played before?” he asked, twirling the cue between his fingers so effortlessly it made your pulse skip.

“Once,” you replied, breath catching. “I sucked.”

His smile was slow, knowing. “I’ll teach you.”

Now you were bent over the edge of the table, cue in hand, trying not to squirm under the heat of his stare. You focused on the balls as hard as it was, instead of the way his shirt clung to his chest or how that muscle ticked in his jaw every time you shifted.

“Widen your stance,” Bucky murmured behind you, the sudden closeness making your breath hitch. “You’re too stiff.”

You obeyed before your brain even caught up, spreading your legs just slightly, only for him to step in behind you, boots heavy on the floor, presence unmistakable. His hands landed on your hips, strong and certain, the kind of grip that made your stomach twist with want.

“Here,” he said roughly, “let me help.”

He guided you forward until your body touched the table, the cool felt brushing your forearms as his front pressed against your back. You could feel him, heat and muscle, that dense, coiled strength that made him lethal on the field and devastating off it. The brush of his cock against your ass was unmistakable, and he didn’t even try to hide it.

“Bucky,” you breathed, voice catching.

“Shh,” he said, mouth near your ear, voice barely restrained. “Just showing you how it’s done.”

His metal hand slid down your side, cold against the heat of your skin, until it reached your hand on the cue. He adjusted your grip with slow, practiced movements, but his hips never moved away, if anything, he pressed in harder, grinding just enough to make your pulse stutter.

“Now bend over a little more.”

You obeyed, and that earned you a low, guttural sound. It wasn’t a word, it was need.

“You gotta stop doing that,” he murmured, grinding against you in a slow, filthy motion that made your thighs clench. “You’re making it real hard to focus.”

“I thought you were supposed to be teaching me,” you said with a faint, teasing lilt.

“Oh, I am,” he whispered, hips dragging against you again. “Lesson one: let me fuckin’ focus.”

Your smirk faltered when he pushed forward again, cock thick and hard through his jeans, grinding against your ass with agonising control. You gasped, hands tightening on the table.

“That part of the game?” you managed, voice shaking.

He chuckled darkly. “Only when you bend over the table like that, sweetheart.”

The cue was taken from your hand and dropped behind you without care. His flesh hand ran up your spine, then pushed gently between your shoulder blades until your cheek nearly touched the felt.

“Bucky-" you started, but he cut you off with a quiet growl.

“I’m not gonna fuck you here,” he said, grinding into you harder, his cock sliding exactly where you needed him. “Not yet. Just wanna feel you like this.”

You whimpered as he rocked against you again, the friction obscene. He was fully hard now, thick and heavy, and you could feel every inch of him through both layers of fabric. Your body arched instinctively into him, and he let out a dark, broken groan.

“You like teasing me?” he growled. “Wearing those tight little pants? Bending over like this? Think I haven’t noticed how you look at me during training?”

Your thighs pressed together without thinking, your whole body burning. Then his hand slid between your legs and pressed against your core. Even through your jeans, you knew he could feel how wet you were.

“Fucking soaked,” he muttered, his fingers pressing harder. “And I haven’t even touched you properly.”

“You’re insane,” you choked out, barely holding on.

“No,” he murmured. “I’m patient. If I wasn’t, your pants would already be around your ankles and this table would be shaking.”

The words made you clench, dizzy from the arousal pulsing through your body. His lips found your neck then, hot, rough, biting, the kind of messy affection that left no question about what he wanted. His metal hand squeezed your ass, fingers digging into the flesh with a possessiveness that made you moan.

“You think I’m not dying to fuck you right here?” he rasped. “Right now? But I’m not gonna. Not until you beg.”

You arched against him with a sound that was half whimper, half plea.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say please.”

You shook your head, panting, defiant even as your body screamed for him.

He froze behind you. Then, again, voice edged with steel.

“Say. It.”

Your voice trembled. “Please… Bucky. Please.”

The growl that rumbled from his chest was primal. His hips gave one more brutal grind into you, enough to make your knees buckle. And then, he stepped back.

The loss of contact was immediate and devastating. You spun to face him, trembling, wide-eyed, flushed with need.

“Why-?”

“You’re not ready,” he said smoothly, retrieving the cue like nothing had happened. “Not yet.”

“You bastard,” you muttered, voice wrecked.

He leaned in again, lips brushing your ear like a promise you’d never forget.

“Lesson two’s gonna be about patience, sweetheart.”

And then he lined up his shot, cue tapping the ball like he hadn’t just left you soaked and shaking.

a/n: also after writing this, i asked my boyfriend to teach me how to play pool properly ;)

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader

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