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outtathisworld-imagines · 26 days ago

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Backwards cap

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warning: smut 18+ MDNI, minor angst, fluff, swearing, wholesome John moment, not proofread

A.N: If there’s one thing I love more than an insufferable man, it’s an insufferable man in a backwards cap 🫡

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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You weren’t quite sure who came up the plan of a ‘friendly’ game of American football by the park near the watchtower but one Sunday afternoon you all found yourselves there in sports gear getting placed into teams.

John somehow ended up allocating himself as a team captain because his direct words were. “I was one- Captain America.”

“More like cap-pain-in my ass-rica.” You retorted with folded arms, he tossed a glare in your direction between throwing the football casually up in the air wearing an old jersey top from his previous football team with a Bear on the back alongside his number, sweats and a baseball cap that said: ‘Women want me, fish fear me.’

He allocated everyone into teams- very original- boys versus girls. Bob insisted he would sit and cheer from the sidelines but you insisted he played, always looking out for the shy, timid man. “It’s okay, we won’t go after you, it’s that asshole we want to tackle the most.” You said, nodding to John who was forming a game plan off to the side.

Bob sighed “Wish I was on your team…”

You smiled, taking hold of his arms and shouting out “Bob is on our team!” John went to open his mouth to fight back but you got on there first. “Nope! No take-backs he is ours now, c’mon Bob.” You dragged him towards Ava and Yelena.

“Let’s just kick thier asses.” Yelena said in a ready to fight tone. “Wipe that stupid smirk of Walker’s face.” You glanced over your shoulder to the boys, surprised to see John already looking over at you with that said smirk on his face. You pondered for a moment, it wasn’t stupid, it was kinda cute and emphasised his sweet little dimples-

“Y/N?” Ava’s voice brought you out of your trance. “On board with that plan?”

“Uh yeah,” you nodded and then squeezed your eyes shut. “Wait-sorry. What plan?”

Bob snorted, catching you admiring John from afar. “Yeah this plan is perfect for you.” He clasped his hands together “You’ll tail Walker. Take him down however you can. Tackle. Taunt him. Flaunt him some skin,” he wiggled his eyebrows and your eyes went wide at his words. He groaned “Come on! Don’t tell me you didn’t put that sports bra under your hoodie for nothing if not for him?”

Yelena glanced between the two of you. “Wait…” pieces clicked in her head and she widely grinned. “You like Walker?” She said almost a little too loud and you covered her mouth with your hand.

“Shh! I do not!” You quietly hissed. “Don’t give him a bigger head than he already has. Plus, I do not like him!” You countered, feeling your palms suddenly getting clammy and a heat rising within you. The rest of your small but perfectly formed team looked at you unconvinced of your argues- especially after you reiterated twice. “Let’s just win this.” You grumbled.

“Let’s do this!” Alexei practically howled.

You all aligned in the centre of the field, a coin was tossed to make it fair who’d start off. Yelena nudged you towards John, you bent over and looked up to him, he did the same, the lid of his cap bumping against your forehead causing you to scrunch your face at the sudden contact. “Ow! That’s a foul!”

John groaned “We haven’t even started yet!” Your eyes widened as if to silently argue with him.

“Why do you even have that cap on? The first part is incorrect anyway…” you joked and Bob and Bucky loudly snorted.

“Sweat catcher. And it is correct.” He matter-of-factly stated.

You sent him a deadpanned expression “Gross.” You replied to both statements, the two of you now on the verge of bickering like children.

He rolled his eyes and flipped it backwards. “Happy now?”

You nodded tightly. You were more than happy at the sight before you. That simple manoeuvre of swapping his hat around sent your world into a frenzy. How his eyes caught the light that wasn’t being blocked, or how much you just wanted to grip onto it while looking into those eyes, how you wanted him in that backwards baseball cap and nothing else…

He practically oozed frat fuck boy energy.

Or just a frat boy you’d like to fuck.

You hadn’t quite decided.

The ball was tossed in between all of you by Bob, bringing you back into reality. The whole team grunted and groaned trying to capture it first. Bucky managed to get it and make the first touchdown for the team. The boys cheered, you all rolled your eyes at them.

The ball was thrown and you held your hands out to catch it, your eyes on the ball coming towards you. So hyper-focused you didn’t realise the super solider was coming towards you either. John had his back to you, his eyes on the ball as well. Your fingertips grasped into the ball just as John crashed against you and you both fell back with a grunt.

You made a winning point with the man still on top of you. “Ugh C’mon Walker! Seriously?” His chest was pressed against yours, both of you twisted together from the way he landed against you. “Move you clown!” His body remained in place but his red flushed face moved, now inches from yours. You could have sworn his eyes were locked to your lips.

John felt the burning heat from your breath dance across his face when you asked him to move- again. His body was on fire from the sudden contact with you, finding himself in a position with you that he had often fantasied about- just with less clothes. “You were in my way,” he spoke with a gruff, finally moving after what felt like years in the eyes of your team but not enough time for the two of you. He extended a hand almost begrudgingly to you and you swatted it away, standing up on your own.

“Ahh jeez!” You walked towards your team looking down at your hoodie now covered in grass stains.

“Would be a shame if it had to come off…” Yelena said in a sing-song voice. The game was nearing its end and you had to pull out the big guns you guessed. It was tight right up to the final point.

The ball was being tossed back and forth and just when the boys were taking the lead with it, you whipped off your hoodie and revealed the black sports bra underneath, suddenly feeling very exposed. All the boys heads whipped to you at the sudden exposure of skin, like flys to honey. John had the ball but was frozen on the spot, a soft ‘holy shit,’ escaped his lips under his breath at the sight of you. He didn’t even realised he licked them like he had been starved for years and you were going to be his first meal.

That gave Ava the chance to tackle him.

He fell to the ground with a breath escaping his lungs. Bob grabbed the football and sprinted to the line and tossed the ball down, winning the game for you and the girls. You all cheered while the boys groaned, John still lying on the ground in defeat.

The three of you all picked up Bob and carried him in the air with the football in his hand.

“You got too distracted!” Bucky complained standing over John who hadn’t budged.

“And you didn’t?! How can you not?!” John’s voice was strained as he sat up. “Look at her! She did that on purpose!” His hand was outstretched at you, not that you noticed. “Jesus fuck,” he uttered under his breath and placed his head in his hands. “I was a back-to-back state champion!” Bucky looked between you and John, he wasn’t swearing over the fact he lost and a knowing smile spreading over Bucky’s face.

“You like her.” John looked at him in disgust, his features softening when you laughed and he looked over to you. “You really fucking like her.”

“Shut up,” he lowly grumbled and joined the group still celebrating Bob.

You all gently placed him down. “You did great, buddy! Proud of you,” you gave him a hug before grabbing your hoodie and holding out to the still backwards cap wearing John who raised his brow at it. “Yanno, just incase you want to dry your tears on it.” He grabbed it with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. How you wished they were doing that under different circumstances.

How you wish he was rolling his eyes back like that in pleasure with him under you.

Or you under him.

That fucking backwards cap.

Your thoughts were cut off when your hoodie ended up over your head as he tossed it back at you. You were about to throw it back when Yelena spoke up. “Since we won thanks to Bob, he gets to choose dinner and our activity tonight!” The boys groaned at the thought, he knew he would pick something that would appease all the girls.

“Karaoke and pizza?” He suggested and the three of you shrieked in excitement.

—•—

Everyone was forced to watch you and Yelena singing most of the night from the sofa. John’s lips curved into a smile every so often when you laughed into the mic, the return noise creating a piercing noise in the room before being filled with your laughter, he also smiled when you attempted the higher pitched notes.

He thought about how he could get you to create those same noises under very different circumstances.

When everyone returned from the park his thoughts were of you. He pictured you in your shower as he was in his, imagining your hands running over every curve of your body and wishing it was his hands instead.

He closed his eyes and envisioned you back in the football field.

In that sports bra.

The way you perfectly you fit under him.

The way you were pressed against him.

He was so close the could have just leaned in and kissed you.

He found himself daydreaming about you more than ever, especially after the divorce. He felt a weight had lifted, like he didn’t have to feel guilty for thinking about you while he was still separating from his wife. He was free, but not without his problems.

John worried that you wouldn’t like that about him, that you wouldn’t even like him whatsoever. You both weren’t always on the best terms with things, there were tense moments, but others where you’d throw a casual flirtatious remark at him that would catch you both off guard. But John had hope in his heart, he did each time your eyes caught his.

“Let’s do something else before we all lose our voices, huh?” Bucky suggested, pulling his fingers from his ears after you both finished singing. “How about truth or dare?“

“Never have I ever!” Yelena yelled into the microphone.

“Why don’t we just do both?” You suggested. “We don’t have a bottle though?”

Alexei downed his beer and placed the glass down on its side. “You do now!”

You all sat in a circle, John directly opposite to you with Bob and Alexei either side of you. Bob spun first and it landed on Ava who picked truth. You barely heard what was being said, you were completely entranced by John who was sadly not wearing the baseball cap backwards but a tight fitting navy top that hugged all the right spots with another pair of sweats along with mismatched socks.

Bob was never the best with socks.

Ava then asked Alexei a question, wanting the truth behind a scandal he was rumoured to be involved in back in Moscow. He smirked and replied “I can nether confirm nor deny.”

You sighed “That’s not how- you gotta tell the truth man.”

“That is!” He argued and you all rolled your eyes, eventually accepting that answer and the fact he had no idea how the game worked.

He did know how dares worked and after a few drinks and lots of laughs at many ‘never have I ever’s’ and truths, you dared Alexei to call Val and ask for more publicity. He did do just that thinking it was more of an ideal opportunity and not a dare.

The tears flowed down your cheeks when she picked up the phone, Alexei said his name and she immediately hung up again.

Bucky then spun the bottle and it landed on John.

“Dare!” He said feeling brave.

Bucky smirked, sitting back a little and embracing a matchmaker role.

“Okay, I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You and John instantly looked at each other, the room felt thick with tension for the pair of you but the others childishly giggled at the request.

“What? C’mon Bucky,” he groaned, trying to act tough and cool in front of everyone. “I’ll jump from the roof or something else, anything else.”

“You’d rather jump from the roof than kiss Y/N?” Yelena asked, taking a swig of beer. “Or do anything else than kiss her, Walker?”

“No- no! It’s not that-“ he looked to you again, a look he hadn’t quite seen upon your face before. “It’s not that…” he quietly said like he was speaking to only you.

“Then are you kissing her or forfeiting?” Bucky pressed. “The forfeit is a lap dance,” he laughed with a serious look. ‘Kiss it is,’ John thought, the Dutch courage not quite there yet for something as bold as a lap dance. He uttered out a ‘fine’, short and sharply before crawling over the space that separated both and pressing an even more short and sharp peck to your cheek. “That’s not what I meant…” Bucky said aloud.

“Well you didn’t specify where.” John stated factually and Bucky quietly cursed himself knowing John found a loophole in his plan.

You sat frozen in place, your cheek burning. That single swift motion igniting your world and setting you ablaze.

You didn’t even hear the bottle being spun again, the soft clamouring of glass against the floor and then coming to a stop in front of you. You looked up to John.

“Truth.” You asked.

Unsure if that was the right choice, but also doubting if any of them would be the right one.

“Did you like that? Was that okay?” He asked quick, almost desperately, as if it was a question pressing against his chest that wasn’t allowing him to breathe.

The team groaned, you smiled, whether he tried to soften a truth admission from you purposefully or not, you were thankful it was that question.

“Yes…and yes.” You answered both and he couldn’t even mask the grin appearing on his face.

“That question sucked, Walker.” Everyone vocalised, even Alexei droned the same chide.

You smirked shaking your head, shooting John a quick look, he was toying with the lip of his beer bottle almost nervously. “Okay, my turn to spin.” You quickly moved on.

After a few more turns, Bucky spun the bottle and it landed on Bob.

“Truth, dare or never have I ever, Robert?” He asked him in a far too formal tone.

He pondered, too long to be actually considering a choice, especially since he had this one brewing along with Bucky who had Bob as a wingman on his side, he sent him a thankful nod in advance for him essentially completing the job that wasn’t quite executed as intended earlier in the night. The two boys willingly forcing themselves into your love lives. “Dare.”

“I dare John to kiss Y/N on the lips for me.”

John was taking a sip of his beer at the time and choked on it slightly, spilling drops on his top. “Dude!” He yelped “That’s not even a dare for Bob!”

“I accept that dare,” Bob added, you nudged his side and sent him a glare between your lashes at their reckless attempt at matchmaking.

John groaned “We need to set more rules, what if we all did that every time? It would turn into chaos-” he rambled on. He rambled on so much you sprung forward and shut him up with a quick peck on the lips, much quicker and much lighter than the kiss he gave you earlier. His lips sealed shut at the sudden contact that left his body almost levitating.

“There, ya happy?” You sat down.

The two boys groaned “NO!” Everyone yelled in unison and you and John went wide eyed, not realising this was a group effort to get you both together. Or at least attempt to.

“Not like that! Longer!” Bucky’s hands tensed as he shook them in rage.

“Well,” you smirked “You didn’t specify how long.” Using a line from John’s book that sent a proud wave through this body.

“This is why you two are perfect for each other.” You weren’t sure if Ava intended to be as loud as she did with her half attempt at a mumble. You and John looked at each other, the space between you suddenly feeling a lot smaller. “Next round!”

You stood up, everyone looking up to you at your sudden movement. “I just need to grab some water first,” you said walking away.

Eyes fell to John before they all looked at Bob who knew would be the best bet at talking with you. “I’ll check on her,” he slowly stood and followed you to the kitchen.

You heard his footsteps first “I’ll be back in a minute,” you said taking a large gulp of water, the buzz from the alcohol wore off the second your lips touched his.

“That’s okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And say sorry, we didn’t mean to upset you.”

You nodded with a tight lipped smile before the broken words “I can’t,” slipped from your mouth.

“Can’t what?” He asked.

“Kiss him for longer because if I do then I won’t be able to stop.” You pathetically admitted to your dearest friend, more like a little, occasionally troublesome, brother. He came closer to you and embraced you in a hug before pulling back. “Then he goes and wears that fucking baseball cap backwards…” you quietly uttered under your breath thinking Bob would hear you.

But he did.

“Let’s get back, we won’t push you guys any further.” You linked arms with him and returned to the group, only to hear them all arguing.

“That was not a real kiss. A real kiss! Take her breath away dammit!” Alexei boomed.

“Just tell her already, Walker! Or show her…” Yelena’s lips loosened with every drink she took.

“Don’t you think I’m trying to!” He yelled as if he wanted the world to know. “Jesus, do you know how hard it is to get a minute with her? How much I wanna tell her I’ve thought about her every second of every day since I fucking met her?” John was turning red from rage and embarrassment, spilling his guts to his dysfunctional family, everything suddenly crescendoing and then turning into deathly silence when you walked back into the room, hearing it all.

Everyone’s eyes went wide, John stood up.

“How much did you hear?” Ava asked.

“Everything…” you whispered looking at John. “I…I’m gonna head to bed.” You vanished from the room.

John groaned placing his head in his hands “Great going guys…lost my shot before I even had the chance to shoot it.” He stormed off and the team felt guilt resting in their shoulders.

Bob decided to take action.

He left it for thirty minutes, letting some of the tension simmer down before he knocked on a door that opened to a sullen face. “Hey, Walker.”

“Haven’t you guys stirred the pot enough?” He grumpily asked. Bob looked at him with a sad expression, one that no one could deny letting in, he sighed and stepped to the side, a silent invitation in. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to tell you that she likes you too, because she won’t. Y/N gets nervous around you, she has done for the longest time. She stays up all night worrying about you when you’re out on the field. She even painted her nails your favourite colour for your birthday, but you didn’t notice because you were out all day. And why do you think she wore a sports bra today? Because she remembered you saying you thought they were hot- which is, by the way, not cool to sexualise women like that.” He chided and John’s face flushed. “But she does really, really like you.”

He remained silent for a moment, absorbing all the information he was spilling. “How do you know?”

“Because she actually took the time to let me open up, I returned the favour. She’s the greatest friend I’ve ever had, Walker. I just want to see her finally happy.” He admitted. “So make her happy. And if you don’t we will all make you suffer a long drawn out death.” He darkly stated and John believed that they all would. “Get your girl, Walker.”

John lunged towards Bob, engulfing him in a hug and spun him on the spot. “Bobby! Thank you!” He spontaneously pressed a kiss to his forehead and Bob blinked in surprise. He was about to run off when Bob called out to him.

“Wait! Take the cap and wear it backwards!” He looked at Bob full of confusion. “Trust me.”

—•—

You didn’t even bother moving from your bed when you heard a knock on the door, blissfully assuming it was Bob. Your back was to the door when you called out to come in. “Bob, whatever you’re gonna say…” you sighed “Actually I don’t even know what you can say. I don’t even know what to say! How can I tell John that every single word he said is also how I feel?” You continued to ramble from your spot as you felt the bed dip as he sat, his frame cashing a slight shadow in the dim light. “Shit, how did I let it do this far without telling him?”

“I let it go just as far.”

Your body froze. The air around you suddenly crushing you against the bed. You knew that voice and you knew it wasn’t Bob. Your body slowly started to turn, almost against its will to face the super solider. You lowly gasped seeing him sporting his cap backwards again. Then mentally cursing yourself. “God, why are you wearing the cap like that?” You sat up a little, your back now against the headboard.

John shrugged, hunched forward slightly “Bob suggested it? I don’t know why-“ he looked over his shoulder to you, your eyes wide. “Oh-oh!” He lowly chuckled as he clicked on. “You like a little backwards cap action…”

“Shut up,” you mumbled and hit him with a pillow. He held it against his chest, how you wished you were that pillow. “So what else did Bob tell you?”

“Enough to know.” He admitted. “Enough to know that my own feelings towards you are matched.” He leaned back, your faces parallel. “I really am sorry, I should have said something sooner. Instead I just drool over you and I’m grounded from seeing you in a sports bra.” You bit down on your lip, smiling at his words. His eyes fell to the space between you and him, the two of you wishing there wasn’t one. “Truth or dare.” His voice was quiet, his eyes looked up into yours.

“Suppose since I did truth last time I’ll have to pick dare…” you spoke as lowly as he did, giddy smiles plastered over both your faces.

John mock thought, bringing his fingertips to his lips and tapping them against his skin. “Hmm…I dare you to…” moved closer, breath fanning over your face. “To kiss me for as long as you want.”

“Is forever acceptable…?” You asked.

John smirked. “It is.” Your lips met somewhere in the middle. Instantaneously melting into each other, months of waiting for this moment finally arrived for the both of you, sparks rushing through the two of you at the sensation. John wrapped an arm around you and pulled you onto his lap, you let out a squeak at the sudden move and smiled against his skin as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as his fingertips dug into your hips causing you to involuntary grind against his. He moaned into the kiss at the move, every dream he had of you now suddenly coming true. You did it again with pure intent and got an even louder reaction. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me off already.” He moaned against your lips as his hands started to roam under your top.

“So dramatic,” you mumbled with a teasing smile and pulled back a little, his eyes had darkened and his lips were a soft pink and slightly swollen from kissing.

John smirked, his hands coming to rest on your lower back. “Well, I have to get you back for earlier, because two can play at that game…” he gently sat you back a little and took his top off. Your lips parted and he had a smug grin on his face. “Yanno, I can’t count the many, many times you stared at me walking around shirtless in this building...even though I might have done it just to get your attention.” You rolled your eyes, letting your fingers dance across his bare chest before coming up and tracing over his lips. “Wanna show you how much I’ve thought about you, how much I care, Y/N.” He pecked your fingertips, using his to tug at the ends of your top as a silent plea to remove it, you pulled back just a little and quickly removed it, John practically howling at the sight of your bare chest. “Fuck, so fucking beautiful,” he cupped your breasts with his rough large hands, “Such perfect tits,” his lips against yours yet again.

“John…” you moaned into his mouth as he toyed with your nipples between your fingertips and then replacing those with open mouthed kisses, tracing his tongue over your hardened nipples. You pressed your hips against his again, the prominent bulge making itself known underneath you and against your clothed core. “Please show me. I’ve waited for so long, I can’t any longer.”

John moaned against your chest “Of course, baby. But I hope you know that the many next times it’s gonna be so much longer. Wanna savour all of you, always.” You stood from his lap and removed your pyjama bottoms in one swift move and his jaw dropped at the sight. “Holy shit. Did I win the jackpot?” He giddily said and your head dropped bashfully as you swatted away his comments.

John stood up too and removed his sweats you blinked and let out a breathless ‘wow’ under your breath at the sheer size of his cock, standing to attention just for you. He was about to take his cap off when you held out your hand. “No, no, no,” you wrapped your arms around him “Keep it on.” You both childishly and bashfully giggled at the request, feeling like a pair of teenagers. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around your waist as he felt your hot core against the lower half of his stomach, kissing you until he reached the end of the bed. You remained on his lap, his cock already twitching against your clit, both moaning at the sensation.

“I should get a-“ he was about to move when you stopped him.

“It’s okay, John, I’m on birth control.” He almost came at the thought of getting to cum in you. His swears dancing over your skin as he lifted you ever so slightly and sunk you down on his cock. The two of you let out a shuddering breath at the sensation of his cock stretching you out, John embracing your tight pussy around him. “God!” You groaned as you started bouncing, John’s arms keeping you as close as he could to him as you fucked him. You gripped onto his cap so tight your knuckles started cramping but the ache was being replaced by pleasure.

“Oh, shit, fuck, so good, so, so fucking good, baby!” John moaned against your collarbone, his teeth sinking into your skin and causing you to yelp in delight. “Just like that, yes!” His head fell back and you caught his lips with yours again. He could feel you gripping onto him tighter as you reached your climax “Please, god, cum on my cock, I need you to cum on my cock.” He begged which sent you over the edge, your body practically convulsing as you came with John shortly after. He sunk his fingers into your hips as if to keep you in place as he filled you up.

The two of you remained in the same spot, desperately catching your breaths. You smiled as you buried your head into the crook of his neck, placing kisses along his racing pulse line. “Well,” you blissfully sighed “Your cap is right because this woman wants you.” He let out a tired laugh and hugged you tightly.

“I’m all yours and only yours.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let’s get cleaned up, get you some sleep.” He pecked your cheek and slowly removed you from around him with a groan.

You lazily kissed each other while cleaning up, John gave you his navy top to sleep in, almost cumming again at how it perfectly stretched tightly over your chest. You fell back into bed with John by your side. “So…the feeling is mutual then?” You joked and he softly chuckled. He took off his cap and placed it on your bed-frame like it was a trophy case as you fell into a peaceful sleep with your limbs intertwined.

—•—

“You want pancakes? I’ll make you pancakes,” John sleepily kissed you the next morning in the kitchen. “I’ll make you anything you want.” The two of you were the only ones up, you were still wearing his top with your pyjama bottoms leaving him shirtless with his sweats on.

He let you sport his cap, claiming you looked better in it than he did. Backwards of course.

“Sure! Pancakes sound great.” You grabbed him what he might need, he pulled you back from behind into his arms, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck. “J-John!” You giggled “C’mon, let’s make these before they all wake up.” He kept kissing you and you lost your footing, causing you both to land on the floor, almost recreating what happened at football.

You kissed him before sitting up, your thighs either side of his stomach. “Good morning indeed…” he said in a sultry tone while letting his hands roam over your sides.

You barely heard the team walk in you were so enamoured with him.

“Walker, that hat! Jeez, you’re obsessed with that thing.” Bucky walked in shaking his head, not quite seeing that it was you wearing it.

You peered your head up and they all stopped raising a questionable brow. “Morning!” You squeaked and got off John who quickly stood up.

“I’m making pancakes. We weren’t doing anything else.” He said as if he was trying to convince those who couldn’t be convinced from the scene they walked into.

Bob smirked, giving himself a pat on the back for his wingman duties. “Nice cap, Y/N.”

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kirkenovak · 26 days ago

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Oh so just thought of John scenario so delicious. So angsty. So full of potential.

We know that pre-serum John is considered to be in peak human condition. Three Medals off Honor (unheard of), faster, stronger, better than any other soldier in US Army, with body so perfect it was studied by MIT. Easy choice for a new Cap. But it’s ridiculous, isn’t it? Some random guy from Georgia being a human version of Steve Rogers? What? How?

That’s because he’s Steve Rogers’ biological son.

Somehow.

I have no idea but who cares. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What matters is that Steve had one kid and one kid only and had to send him away to protect him, and now Steve is dead and John is alive. Things get weird. And deliciously angsty.

No matter which way you take it, it’s just chock full with drama. It’s own little multiverse of pain for everyone involved.

Would Sam and Bucky be suddenly wrecked with guilt over how they treated John - the only son of a dear friend who sacrificed so much to keep that kid safe. Does biological essentialism trumps friendship? Is John worthy of the shield based on genes? What would the public do if they found out, would they suddenly decide that clearly John should be Captain America after all.

Would they try to reach out to John all of a sudden, would they suddenly decide he’s a friend? Would John be happy? Would he felt betrayed after finding out why they wanted to be friends- not because they saw value in him but in his blood. Or would they resent him even more? What if one felt one way or the other different and that caused a rift?

But what about John’s child? The grandson of Steve Rogers? Would people suddenly want to get their hands on him? Would Olivia have to go into hiding with him, far away, somewhere even John wouldn’t know about? Risk to never see them again? Would the history repeat itself - Steve had to hide his child and never knew what became of him, is John going to have to do the same thing? Is Steve’s blood just cursed like that.

And if Bucky was in love with Steve? If he’s in love with John? If he was in love with both? Oh you think the Peggy and Sharon thing was complicated? You sweet summer child, you ain’t see complicated yet.

Because Voidwalker is Life, Voidwalker is Love - John Walker can be queer, but Captain America’s son? Jesus, dude, what would your father say, go back to your wife who doesn’t want you. Bob going from being the cute one, sad lil boy with sad lil past, too good for this relationship, to some filthy famefucker clearly in this for the gold. Oh they were together before they found out? That sad lil addict, possibly ex-sex worker, rubbing his hands with glee like a fly on manure. Kid hit the jackpot, poor John is clearly too infatuated to see he’s too good for him.

But what if someone knew about John all along and made sure he’s always surrounded by agents, by spies. The Hoskins, so kind to take in a kid with a messed up upbringing, just another set of spies. Lemar just doing his job. Make sure he picks up the shield, make sure he takes the serum. Just another day at the office.

And why would anyone ever find out anyway? Maybe whomever finds out - a friend… someone John thinks is a friend - decides to keep it a secret. Nothing good can come from people knowing, from John knowing. But John finds out anyway.

What I’m saying is… yeah. Yeah. See my vision, subscribe to my newsletter.

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lorcalush · 26 days ago

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Spin the Bottle

Pairing: Yelena belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader (includes a bit of Juaquin x Bob)

Summary: You're a new member of the Avengers, living in the Avenger’s Tower post Thunderbolts*. During a fancy Avengers party you and your friends, Ava, Bob, and Yelena were invited to play spin the bottle with the other young guests. Things got chaotic fast and when it was finally your turn to spin, you noticed Yelena looking nervous. Either way, you spin the bottle. Who will it land on?

Word count: 2k

AN: I thought about this while thinking about that one Onceler and Johnny edit to that one song that goes like "Spin the bottle." I was also inspired by that one scene in Age of Ultron when they are trying to lift up Thor's hammer during the party. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Yelena said as Juaquin held up the bottle.

It was a Friday night at the tower, Valentina had arranged for an "Avengers party" to lighten up the mood, but we all knew it was just for her to invite some fancy people and make connections.

Most of the people there were past or current superheroes or people who worked for SHIELD. It was mostly Bucky doing all the talking and networking for his reelection campaign. Since John also had some previous experience from when he was Captain America for like 2 seconds and since Alexei was Alexei, the two of them also walked around trying to entertain guests.

Apart from Bucky, John, and Alexei you were all pretty new to this, new to us being considered "heroes" or whatever that meant. We had always been treated like weapons of destruction, like we didn't have minds or couldn't hold casual conversations. Ava, Bob, Yelena, and you had been sitting in a corner isolated, eating fruit, cheese, and crackers from the charcuterie board on the table, when Joaquin, the new Falcon, came over to you guys holding a bottle asking if you all wanted to play a game with the rest of the other young people here.

Yelena had reacted rather disgusted and Ava and you were about to say something clever about not wanting to share germs with random people we just met, when Bob, who had been rather bored by the party up to this point respond "sure let's go guys!" and followed Joaquin to the rooftop of the tower.

"Hey wait for us!" Ava, Yelena, and you raced up behind them, going up the stairs and entering the rooftop where all the young people were. Everyone waiting for Joaquin.

"Alright everyone who wants to play spin the bottle!!!" Everyone crowded around the coffee table, sitting on the outdoor couch and chairs. You, Yelena, and Ava gave each other defeated looks. There was nothing else to do but sit around at the party on the floor below, so you guys joined the circle, settling in a spot on the couch Bob had saved for you three.

"Okay who wants to go first?" Juaquin exclaimed. You and Yelena both sunk into your seats, afraid you would be picked first.

Mel raised her hand up defeated, "okay, I'll go first" she took the bottle from Joaquin, placed it on the coffee table and gave it a spin. The neck of the bottle pointed at a random former SHIELD agent, who pushed her hair behind her ear shyly as everyone cheered "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

She and Mel leaned in from across the table and gave each other a quick peck. The group cheered and then Joaquin picked up the bottle again, "alright, I'll go next"

We all started chanting "Spin! Spin! Spin!" Juaquin gave the bottle a gentle spin as he watched it land on none other than Bob. Yelena, Ava, and you all started jumping in your seats and saying "ooooooo". Bob sat there shocked with a light blush on his cheeks, starstruck.

You, Yelena, and Ava were all shaking each other, since you had all heard Bob yap about how cool he thought the new Falcon was and had seen Bob scroll through pictures and edits of the new superhero a few days ago.

Joaquin gave him a warm smile and they both leaned in and kissed momentarily, backing up for a moment. Then, they both leaned in again but kissing slower and with more passion. Bob pulling in Joaquin by his collar and Juaquin's hand passing through Bob's wavy hair.

At this point, you, Yelena, and Ava were shaking each other like your heads were about to fall off and screaming like absolute fangirls. Everyone cheered and Juaquin and Bob moved back to their seats eyeing each other with a blush on both their faces.

"Okay who wants to go next?" Everyone looked down or tried to avoid eye contact to not be chosen next.

"Y/n, you're up next!" You looked at Joaquin with a shocked expression and took the bottle from him playfully. Placing the bottle down on the table, you turned back to see the reactions of your friends, Bob and Ava giving you a thumbs up and urging you to spin the bottle. But Yelena on the other hand, looked nervous and somewhat worried, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers and looking down at her lap.

You turned back, a bit worried by Yelena's reaction, but either way you spun the bottle a bit nervous and excited.

"Spin! Spin! Spin!" Everyone cheered.

The bottle started slowing down, passing Ava, Bob, and landing on a very shocked and flustered Yelena.

"Ooooooooooooooooo" everyone started saying. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

You looked back at Yelena who was wide eyed sitting frozen on the couch, you whispered towards her, "we don't have to do this, if you don't want to, you know."

"No, it's fine," she says rather quickly.

You give her a soft smile and move closer to her. Yelena leans into you hesitantly. Eyes locked on yours.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as she gets closer and closer. You feel your heart pounding against your chest. You can sense everyone's eyes on you two, but you try to ignore them.

When your faces are just a few inches away from each other, Yelena looks down at your lips, taking a deep breath, then glances back up to your eyes. You look into those hazel eyes of hers and then down to her parted lips. She looks at yours too and you two lean in and your lips meet.

Yelena freezes for a moment as your lips meet hers, like her heart skipped a beat. But after a moment, she relaxes, her eyes and yours fluttering shut as you both melt into the kiss. It feels unexpectedly natural and your mouths seem to fit together perfectly. You both forget about the people cheering and watching and you both enjoy the moment.

Yelena's hands move to cup your face, pulling you closer as her tongue gently slides along your bottom lip. Your hand moves to rest just above her heart on her chest for support. You feel her rapid and accelerated heartbeat under your palm. You are both completely immersed in this unexpected moment.

"What are you guys doing up here making so much noise?"

You both break the kiss and turn to find Bucky with his hands on his hips, looking like a mother who just found her children throwing a party while she was out of town.

"I'm down there trying to get a deal with Sam and all we hear is 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!'"

"Okay grandpa" Ava says mockingly.

Bucky closes his eyes and sighs, turning around back down the stairs "just don't make too much noise"

You all laugh and you turn to see Yelena's expression, trying to get your mind back to earth.

"I think you enjoyed that kiss a little too much Belova" you claim teasingly.

Yelena's cheeks flush as she tries to regain her composure. She shrugs nonchalantly, clearly trying to hide how flustered she really was.

"Don't flatter yourself. I've kissed better"

You laugh and fall back into your seat, eyeing her from your chair.

Afterwards you guys play a few more rounds, Ava kisses an attractive young senator from California who gives her his number and some other former SHIELD agents and superheroes laugh and cheer when their old colleagues are chosen.

When it's Yelena's turn, your heart stops momentarily. Yelena declines, saying she would rather not participate anymore. You breathe a sigh of relief. You found it intriguing how you didn't want Yelena to kiss anyone else and when it was eventually your turn to spin again, you declined too, deep down, not wanting to kiss anyone else other than Yelena.

Once the party ended, you all returned to your rooms in the tower, the guests had all left, and you were 99% sure that Sam and Bucky had reached a deal from the way they were both talking and laughing at the bar towards the end of the party.

You were walking in the hallway, getting closer to your room, you reached for the doorknob but stopped before turning it. You remembered the feeling of nervousness as the bottle pointed towards Yelena, how quickly she agreed to kiss you, the look in her eyes and the flutter you felt in your stomach, her slightly cracked lips on yours, her heartbeat thumping like a drum under your hand.

You lowered your hand and walked back into the hallway. You turned a corner and you leaped into the air when you saw the person you were trying to find, Yelena.

She was holding a pot of leftover Mac and cheese and two spoons in her hand, looking rather frightened.

"Omg Yelena, what are you doing here, I was just about to go to your room"

"I was about to do the same too, I brought you some Mac and Cheese, we can go back to your room and share"

“Okay sure!"

You guys walk to your room in silence. You can't stop thinking about the kiss, how relieved you felt when she declined to spin the bottle, and now, how both of you had been looking for each other after the party.

You entered your room with Yelena. She placed the pot on the table in your small living room, falling back into the couch and taking a seat. You took a seat across from her and picked up a spoon, starting to eye the leftovers.

"You know, I never kissed anyone before"

You look up at Yelena who gave you a small smile from her spot on the couch.

"No way, really?" you remarked, shocked at the implication of this.

"Yeah, I've never acted out on my feelings for anyone or anything like that, I never felt comfortable enough" she claimed.

"And you felt comfortable enough to have your first kiss in front of a bunch of people for a game of chance?" you said playfully.

Yelena turned her head, eyeing the Mac and Cheese, "well it did help that I had feelings for the person I was kissing"

You looked up at her bewildered, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Her face was red. Yelena wasn't the sentimental type. It took her some time to open up to the group. And even then, she sometimes kept to herself. You would find her passed out on the bar in the common room the morning after an especially tough mission. You knew it must have been insanely difficult for her to express how she felt, and even more to someone like you.

"Yelena" You said softly, almost like a whisper.

"I thought I should tell you, it's fine if you don't like me back, it's easy to get caught up in the moment so I completely understa-"

She is interrupted by your lips crashing onto hers as you lean over the table, forgetting the late night snack yelena had brought to share with you. You back away for a second after, searching for something in her expression.

She looks at you with her bright eyes, then looks down at her lap.

"I...I...I have feelings for you y/n and I can't hold back anymore."

You both lunge at each other, your lips meeting and your hands roam each other, desperate for touch.

You nearly knock over the table as you are tackled by her on the couch with a loud thump. When you land on the soft pillows, Yelena breaks the kiss and looks down at you from above her hair messy and wild.

"Be careful, Bucky is downstairs, we might wake him up if we make noise!" you said.

She gave you one of her perfect smiles, "oh, with the things we will be doing tonight, he is for sure not gonna be able to get a blink of sleep."

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 4 months ago

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A Deal (Sam Wilson)

Description: Y/N has info Sam wants and there’s only one way to get it.

Warning: Smut, SPOILERS FOR BNW

Word Count: 1,191

Author’s Note: Spoilers for BNW

She sat across from him, cuffed up with a smirk. “The Captain America, how exciting.” She said in a seductive tone. Sam’s eyebrows raised a little at that, “They think you had something to do with the terrorist attack on the president?” He asked her. She slowly slid her foot up his leg watching him stiffen, “I don’t know Sam, Do you think I had something to do with it?” She asked with a smile. A smile that told him she loved to play games.

He stared at her, studying her movements and the way she bit her lip. Did she really have something to do with it? He leaned forward and watched her do the same. “I know that Bradley is innocent.” He said and she smiled. “That is correct.” She winked and his face fell. She sat back and watched how conflicted he looked. She knew things, things that could help him out but he could tell that she wasn’t going to give up information that easily. “What do you want?” He asked her, hoping that they could make a deal. She leaned forward again, “What makes you think I want something?” He rolled his eyes, annoyed with the questions.

“You have information that I want, so what do you want?” He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that she was eye fucking him and that her body language was screaming at him. She gave him a look and he didn’t even have to guess. “Is that what you want?” He asked, his voice dropping a little bit. “We couldn’t do it anyways, there’s cameras.” She pointed out and while that was true, she was forgetting that he was Captain America. “It couldn’t get out.” She rolled her eyes, if she wasn’t telling him anything with a deal what makes him think she would go tell the world she fucked him.

“You really think I’m going to run my mouth about this?” She made his comment sound ridiculous but he didn’t even really know her. “You have your ways, let's just make it happen.” She says, wanting out of these cuffs.

How he got the cameras off was a mystery to her but he reassured her that nobody could hear or see them. He kept her cuff in case she tried to get away,not that he couldn’t stop her. He hated to admit it but she was very hot and had a nice body. Stripped down to a tank top and panties as she stood waiting for him. “Remember you give me everything you know.” He said as he pulled down his pants. Her eyes widened as she saw his hard cock straining against his boxers.

He pulled off his shirt, showing her his ripped body that she could have guessed he had. “What exactly do you want?” He asked and she walked forward until she was inches away from him. He looked down at her as she stared up at him with dark eyes, full of lust. She sank to her knees and eyed his huge cock before looking up at him. He smirked and pulled his boxers down letting it free. “You’ll have to help.” She said and licked her lips. She opened her mouth and waited for him to guide his cock in it. He tried to hide the gasp as her lips wrapped around him, so warm and wet.

He couldn’t remember the last time he got a blowjob but he certainly didn’t think it would be like this. She kept eye contact with him as she bobbed her head, taking him in her mouth more. He bit his lip and tried not to make any sounds but that was impossible. She was really good at this. She had him nearly done her throat as she sucked on him. He let out a moan and gripped her hair, “Fuck.” He whispered and she hummed against him. The vibrations made him shiver and he stared down at her in awe. Was this really happening? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of him. He closed his eyes, no longer able to keep them open as he felt himself about to cum.

He was twitching in her mouth and she managed to go faster wanting him to finish. His noises became desperate and he gripped her hair more. “I’m gonna cum…fuck.” He whined as he came down her throat. She hummed against him, liking the taste. He watched as she pulled away and licked her lips, humming at the taste. “You taste good.” She winked. He caught his breath as she stood back up. “Hands and knees.” He told her and motioned to the table. She walked over and did as she was told. She climbed on the table and stayed on her hands and knees.

He got behind her and noticed the wet spot on her panties. She leaked through them during the blowjob. He pulled them down, making her gasp. The cool air hit her soaked pussy, almost making her moan. Her ass was perfect and he rubbed her cheeks with his hands. She whimpered a little at how needy she was and he didn’t waste any time in rubbing his hard again dick against her hole. “You're very wet. All because of my dick?” He asked as he gathered her slick and started to push in her. She gasped as he pushed in her, not needing to be gentle. She couldn’t answer his question, she was at a lost for words as he began fucking her.

Her noises were immediately loud and he was thankful for the room being soundproof. Her gripped her hips pulling her back into him as he thrusted. “Fuck Sam.” She whined and gasped as he picked up the pace. If he had taken the serum he could have hurt her by how fast he was going. Her head fell forward, wanting nothing more than to rest on the table. He groaned, feeling her clench around him. She was close and by the sounds she was making, it wasn’t a secret. “S-Sam fuck.” She whined and he chuckled, “Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked and she nodded. “Cum for me.” He groaned and she gave in.

Her screams and cries would have been heard through the place if it wasn’t for the room being soundproof. He moaned feeling her juices all over him as he thrusted in a different rhythm to let her ride out her climax. She whined at the over sensitivity but gasped when she felt him cum inside of her. His eyes closed, enjoying the orgasm and the feeling of her warm pussy. He pulled out of her and she nearly slumped forward. Both of them were breathing hard and sweating. The room smelt of sex and was very hot.

Once she got enough strength to turn around, she pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed her back still in a daze and let her wrap her arms around his neck. The kiss went on until she broke it and licked his ear. Her breath was all he could hear, “I’m working for Sterns.”

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jordiemeow · 27 days ago

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MARVEL BOT DUMP ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

30/05/25

featuring characters from: marvel cinematic universe

finally logged back in… everybody cheers. 1.4k is so insane i cant fathom that amount of people using my silly little bots thank u all so much !! i love u gooners 🫶🫶

yelena and bob have been living rent free in my head since coming out of that cinema. here u go my apology for being inactive af

all bots are gender neutral unless specified otherwise.

enjoy! <3

THE THUNDERBOLTS*

WINDING DOWN

thunderbolts* x user

None of you are used to this part—the warmth after a mission. The normal part where no is sulking in a corner. No one is drowning in guilt. No one is making you talk about your pasts or interrogating you about nightmares. You're just people.

COMFORT PERSON

bob reynolds x user

He doesn't mind having a therapist. He's had enough at this point to be able to dodge questions expertly. As far as he's concerned, he doesn't need some professional to talk him off a cliff every time the Void feels a bit too overwhelming. He just needs you—his comfort in human form. Existing with him like you always do: like he doesn't scare you, even when he should.

CONGRESSMAN

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The problem is that you're good at your job. Too good. You ask the questions that no one else dares to. You quote history, pull receipts from dusty archives, and when you look at him if feels like you can see all the years he's spent trying to forget the man he used to be. And yet he just keeps coming back for more.

NIGHT TERRORS

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She's been plagued by nightmares her entire life, but ever since Nat's death, they're constant. Easy enough to deal with when she's alone in some shitty motel around the world, but now you're all living in the same building. She has you to whisper into her hair until she falls back asleep. The weight isn't only hers to bear anymore.

AROUND THE COMPOUND

bob reynolds x user

It's not often that Bob gets a moment to himself. Without the Void, anyways. But on one of those rare good days, you invite him to make dinner with you, and he's more than happy to make himself useful. He likes spending time with you more than he'd ever admit.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD

BABYSITTING

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When your sister is out of town for the weekend, you’re reluctant to take on the duty of babysitting your nephew. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, sees it as the perfect opportunity to prove to you that he’s in this for the long haul. Turns out he’s not very good at playing bad cop, though.

NEW DUTIES

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With Steve gone, there's a lot of weight on his shoulders. The pressure, the scrutiny, the constant comparisons—it's exhausting. He questions if he's enough, if he’s honouring the legacy or just holding space. Throughout it all, he has you to ease some of that pressure.

MISCELLANEOUS

PRETTY NEW NEIGHBOUR

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There’s something off about the woman who moved in across the street. That’s what you think at first, anyways. But after several long weeks of awkward interactions and watching each other through your windows, an unlikely friendship blossoms between the two of you. Maybe even something more.

BAR CRAWL

natasha romanoff x user (wlw)

A night of hopping between bars for Steve Roger’s birthday started as a joke. Several drinks later, though, Nat is really starting to enjoy herself. Especially when the pretty thing making eyes at her from the corner lets her buy them a drink.

LAB PARTNER

peter parker (tasm) x user

For a self-proclaimed genius, he’s really embarrassing himself as your lab partner. But it’s impossible to form a coherent thought when you’re sitting there looking so effortlessly gorgeous. He just has to find a way to impress you without stumbling over his words.

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consistentlyguessing · 1 month ago

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Girl Crush

Summary

Crushing on Yelena Belova is proven to be difficult. Even more so when you catch her making goo goo eyes at John Walker.

Warnings

THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS, ending kinda rushed? comma abuse, angst with happy ending, reader lowkey stupid, reader lowkey makes hasty decisions, JOHN WALKER!!, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, y/n used, not proof read, 2nd person pov. Das all bye

A/N

I KNOW this is not what the song is abt technically. But I heard it & thought of her. Obviously I do not ship John & Yelena. Also I listened to phoebe bridgers while I wrote this so it’s extra sad. I swear I’ll start writing abt other characters soon 😞. Bye Bye

After a group of misfits joined together to take down a common enemy, they accidentally were roped into a knock off avengers(Z) group.

The group consisted of; John Walker, a Captain America wannabe who was demoted after killing an innocent civilian, Ava Starr, who can turn intangible, Bucky Barnes, a former congressman, Bob Reynolds, some rando with insane powers, you (of course) and Yelena, an ex assassin.

Yelena was like the only person to ever walk the earth, in your eyes anyway. Her thick Russian accent was like honey. She had gorgeous blonde hair that she kept slicked back. Her green eyes that could make you float by stealing just a glance.

Everyone in the tower had picked up just how head over heels you were for her, except for Yelena. Whenever one of the Thunderbolts* saw you and her in the same room, they wouldn’t hesitate to tease you.

Ava would whistle and raise her eyebrows at the two of you, Bob would sing a poor rendition of “Careless Whisper” which was almost too much for your ears to handle. John made sure you were throughly embarrassed if he ever caught you eyeing Yelena. He would tap your jaw and whisper something to you about “drooling all over the freshly mopped floors.” Despite him never being one to handle the chores. Alexi was the worst one, though. He made an entire scene about it. Shout something about “lovebirds” and first love.

Never in a million years would you think to confess to her. But here you were, standing at the door of her favorite coffee shop, trying to hype yourself up. Flowers were never Yelena’s thing, you knew that. So, you had a blanket, crocheted to look like roses when folded. It was something you made yourself, originally just as a friendly gift. However, Ava engraved it in your mind that if you didn’t do something soon, you’d miss the window.

You opened the door gently, walking up to the front. By now, you already had her order memorized. Every day, Yelena would invite you on a morning run, where you’d get coffee shortly thereafter. It was the little moments of bonding time that ultimately made you sick to your stomach with butterflies every time she was around.

The barista recognized you instantly, he waved at you, a small and tired smile on his face. “The usual, Miss Y/n?” He questioned, examining the blanket poking out of your large tote bag.

You nodded, “Yeah. Let me get Yelena’s order too. I’m gonna bring it back to her.” You voiced, your throat feeling a little dry with nerves. The barista looked up at you, brow furrowed. You returned the look, not sure of what was going through his mind.

He looked across the room, “She’s already ordered.” He claimed, gesturing to a table behind you. You whipped your head around, confused. Scanning the room, a gasp elicited from your lips as your eyes landed on familiar blonde locks. A small frown appeared on your face, she was up earlier than usual today. As you continued to look at the table, a wave of shock hit your body. The person sitting with her was none other than John Walker. She giggled like a little girl, and shook her head at his teasing. Sarcastically rolling her eyes. John’s cheeks were rosy red, as if he had just said something bold and flirtatious.

Turning back to the barista, you shook your head and scrunched your face. “I don’t need it.” You said, cancelling your order. He shook his head in understanding, a look of pity flashing across his face. You spun on your heel and walked out of the shop as quickly as you came in.

As you walked through the streets, pushing and shoving past people, your mind raced. Of course you had seen them together before, but it was just for missions. Checking the perimeter, easy, team stuff. This was different. She was voluntarily hanging with him, laughing like something was funny.

How had you never picked up on this? How couldn’t you see the glint in her eyes when she looked at John? How could John do this to you? After all, he was relentless when it came to teasing you about your crush on Yelena. He would bring it up constantly. Hell, he even hyped you up to go talk to her. You two were pretty close, too.

Saddened by the events, you hurried into your room of the watch tower. You brushed past a smiling Ava who was excitedly asking you how it went. Alexi, who had just came out of the bathroom saw you speeding through the halls and called out to you.

You sat in your room, on your bed, all of the lights on, and questioned everything. The way Ava talked you up made you feel like Yelena absolutely liked you back. You stayed in there for a few hours, only coming out for a brief restroom break every now and then.

But of course, you can’t hide in your room for the rest of your life. Eventually, you’d have to come out and face the music.

Alexi had insisted when you guys first moved in that family dinners would be mandatory. Every night, someone would make dinner. It was a rotation. Alexi, Ava, Bob, You, John, and Yelena. Thankfully, it was Ava’s night to cook.

As you sat at the dinner table, in your unassigned-assigned seat, you watched how John and Yelena moved around the kitchen. It was as if they were doing this to you on purpose. He would whisper something into her ear and she would giggle. It was as if you were the only person seeing this too! Everyone else was acting as if it was completely normal.

As everyone began digging in, Alexi began talking. “How was everyone’s day? Good weather hm?” He said, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. Everyone nodded quietly, busy eating. “Y/n, you had a busy day today didn’t you? Exciting! Tell us how it went!” He prodded.

Tongue in your cheek, you looked up at him. Your insides were churning and you thought that you’d might actually have a stroke from how dizzy you were getting. You swallowed, “Yeah. Busy day. Uhm, went to get coffee. Then shopped for a little. Then I came home.” You lied, trying to get out of this conversation as quick as possible.

Of course though, the universe was never on your side. Yelena spoke up, “Coffee? When? We never went.” She questioned, chewing on a piece of steak. You looked over at her, and despite being upset at her, you could’ve melted into putty just by the way she looked at you.

You shrugged, “I went alone. Earlier this morning. I would’ve grabbed you some, but you know.. no need.” You muttered, feeling a little bitter.

John quickly looked up, panic setting in his eyes, Yelena stared at you confusedly. John was fast to defend himself, “No! Y/n, it wasn’t anything like that! I can assure you. I know—“

You shook your head and crinkled your nose as it began to burn. You blinked any tears away that were trying to prick up, “No, it’s fine. You don’t need to come up with excuses, Walker. I understand.” You smiled softly. Yelena and the others looked around puzzled.

You finished the dinner in silence while the others around you laughed and talked about their days. Once you finished your meal, you walked back to your room.

Later that night, hushed whispering could be heard from just behind the door. You were scrolling on your phone, mindlessly watching TikTok to drown your sorrows. Yelena and John were talking, trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

“No, John. I don’t know what her deal is. You clearly do though, so what’s wrong with her?” She whispered, her voice strained.

“Yelena, are you seriously this dense?” He asked, desperately. Yelena scoffed, “This is why no one can stand your ass! All you do is be insufferable and secretive!”

John and Yelena continued to argue for a little while longer, until you finally got tired of hearing and stood up out of your bed to open the door.

As you swung it open, both Yelena and John jumped, small gasps escaping from their lips. “If you two are going to have a couple squabble in front of my door, could you at least be mindful of those trying to sleep? AKA, me? Or do you guys just not care about others anymore?” You fumed, looking between the both of them.

Yelena scrunched up her face, “Couple squabble? Y/n, what the hell are you on about? Is everyone crazy today?” She questioned, feeling like she was in the dark.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “Don’t play stupid, Yelena. I saw you and John today at our coffee shop flirting and practically dry humping.” You spat, a mix of disgust and sadness eliciting from your lips.

Yelena just furrowed her brows. You shook your head, closing your door before Yelena stuck her foot in it. “I’m not playing stupid, Y/n. John and I weren’t flirting. We were just hanging out after a run.” She assured, walking into your room and closing the door behind her.

“Yeah because that makes it so much better.” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your back to her. Inside, you knew you were being dramatic, and you knew she owed you nothing, and of course you knew that you and Yelena weren’t dating. That didn’t make you feel any less pain, though.

She grabbed your arm, spinning you around, “Y/n, you were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you. I don’t want anything to do with Walker.” She reassured. You yanked your arm away from her, looking at the ground, “Sure didn’t seem like that. You all looked awfully cozy.” You muttered.

Yelena sighed, pursing her lips together. “We were talking about you, did you know that?” She asked, gripping the side of your arms and stepping closer to you. You looked up at her, disbelief across your face.

“What do you mean?” You asked, she smiled at you, rolling her eyes. “And I’m the dense one.” She chuckled and shook her head.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I really like you, like, a lot.” Yelena said, her usual confidence faltering despite her tries to keep it all together. Her lips twitched as she looked at you, “We were talking about a good way for me to ask you out.” She promised.

A hopeful shine flashed across your face, “What?” You asked, feeling lighter already. She only nodded earnestly, not breaking eye contact. You opened your mouth and closed it several times before sighing. You licked your lips as you spoke, running a distressed hand through your hair. “Oh,” you laughed embarrassedly. “I’m sorry. It just looked like something completely different. It got in my head. I should’ve asked or something. Or stayed out of it completely. I shouldn’t have gotten upset.” You word vomited.

Yelena shook her head, trying to get you to stop. Once you did, she smiled softly at you, not saying a word. After a few moments of silence, her words actually processed in your head. You gasped softly, “I really like you too, Yelena. I forgot to say that.” You stammered, nerves setting in.

Yelena laughed at you as she pulled you into a tight hug, you reciprocated. For the first time that day, as if you had never truly been relaxed before, you breathed. You took it all in. Relishing in her touch, her smell, her clothes, as if she would disappear once you let go.

But when you did, she stayed put. She smiled at you, her tough exterior melted away like she had just been unfrozen for the first time in seventy years. The way she looked at you was something you could get used to, and you had a feeling you would.

#yelena belova #yelena black widow #yelena x reader #john walker #bob reynolds #ava starr #red guardian #black widow #thunderbolts #yelena thunderbolts #i need yelena so bad it’s not even funny someone help

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5trrr · 1 month ago

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☀️Bob Reynolds One Shot☀️

“no funny business” pt. 1/3

PT2 , PT3 , masterlist

summary: You and Bob are left at the tower while the rest of the team goes on a mission after Bob and you have an accident, totally unrelated to an arm wrestling match a week prior. Taking your frustration out on a punching bag turns into taking it out on him...and more of him.

warning: smut, handjob, he’s pathetic in like every possible way in this…whoops finger slipped ig, Y/N is kind of a bully, idk how to do this, this is my first post, send help

word count: 3956

"No funny business," Bucky spoke as he entered the elevator. He turned, standing with Yelena as they waited for the rest of the team to join them. "I mean it. If I come back to another broken limb, when you're not even in danger..." He paused, glaring between the two newest members of their team. "How does that even happen?" Bucky whispered more to himself than Yelena, but the woman was happy to answer anyway.

"Funny business." Yelena grinned, winking at you two.

John and Ava finally appeared from their hallway. The man stopped just before he could enter the elevator, the Captain America shield shining in the dimming light as he turned to the two of you next.

His eyes scrunched, "You look like shit." They landed on you, standing behind the couch, a cast on your right hand.

You glared back and raised your chin. "You're a fake. Asshole."

"Yeah? How's house arrest treating you?"

You jolted forward, and a hand wrapped gently around your forearm. Your glare found the man behind you. Bob. His eyes went wide as he released you. "Sorry." He whispered as you ripped your arm from him.

"Why don't you two spar while we're gone?" Alexei finally piped up, his grin wide as the elevator doors began to slowly shut. "You're a cripple and you, a wuss! Pretty even!" His accent was thick and his voice loud. The two of you could hear it even with the doors shut.

You growled as you stomped away, arm held tight to your stomach. The other waved wildly as you spoke, Russian slipping out, punctuated with each forced footstep. "Are you coming or not?" You shouted, now heading down the stairs.

Bob sighed. He leaned down and grabbed the water you left behind before beginning to follow. He almost didn't want to, but he knew he didn't have a choice. It was his fault you were forced to stay in the tower, after all. The least he could do was spar with you and try not to break the other hand.

The events of last week ran through his mind for probably the millionth time. They thought arm wrestling would be a good way to erase their boredom, to get through the quiet hours of the morning...The only thing it ended up erasing was your wrist. He cringed. He could still hear the snap of it when he won, his arm slamming yours down on the table. Since then, you have been stuck in the tower, with even less to do than before.

Bob tried to hurry on his way down to the basement, the sounds of rhythmic beats already echoing up the stairwell. He finally made it to the bottom and could immediately see you on the opposite end of the room. You swung your left arm, and it snapped quickly against the punching bag. Your right hung loosely at your side. He could see the struggle in your shoulder, the tensing each time you remembered you couldn't swing it. Frustration was flooding through you, quick and forceful like your voice as you snapped at him.

"Hey!" You barked, chest puffing with effort. Your eyes glanced down at the bottle held in his hand. "Gonna break that too?" She moved forward and snatched it from his delicate hold. He took the snarky remark. He couldn't blame you. He had broken you, literally.

You, on the other hand, were seething. The rest of the team was out there helping, and you were stuck here...with him? God, you wanted to rip his hand off. Make him stay on the sidelines for a month. Give John another reason to be an asshole. Alexei, another area to poke, as if it was fun to watch you wince and shout.

You spun, and your left hand slammed the bag again. Your fist was off center, your feet at an awkward angle. Your hand made the wrong sound against the thick material, and so did you. The grunt of breath didn't escape you this time, but a pained yowl as you clenched it tight against your chest.

"Y/N!" Bob gasped at the sound. His feet moved before he could stop them, and his hand landed gently on your shoulder. "Are you okay?"

As soon as his hand landed on you, you turned. Your unbroken hand pushed roughly at his chest. "Don't touch me!" You growled. Your hand clenched and unclenched around nothing as you followed his clumsy steps. "You got me stuck here." You spoke harshly, eyebrows furrowed as you glared up at him. You pushed again at his chest. Again and again until his back hit the wall. He inhaled sharply. "I have one working fucking hand." Your face scrunched. "I'm..." You huffed and puffed, blinking hard.

Bob didn't say anything. Not with his words, at least. His eyes, however, were louder than even your shouts. They were wide and kind, not a spark of blame or anger in them. You didn't expect that. You thought he would have done something by now. Yelled. Pushed back. Cried. Something. Anything. His silence only angered you more.

"Say something!" You hissed.

He only blinked his eyes at you, until finally, "I didn't mean to hurt you." His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear it over your breathing. "Really. I didn't realize how hard I had pushed your arm." His words were slow and calm, breathy, as his eyes followed you. "I was just...I thought we were having fun. I-I'm sorry."

You froze. Your breathing calmed, and it almost felt like the whole room had hit pause. A pang of guilt and regret built up inside your chest. It grew from a small spark to a blazing fire, roaming from your mind and into your bones. You almost released him. Your hand loosened, and you sighed. Then, his hand reached out and brushed your arm. The anger flooded back to you in an instant, and you pulled. You pulled and pulled until both of you landed on the sparring mat below.

Pain jolted up your right arm as you pushed yourself onto your knees. You groaned softly, glancing down at the cast, pushed on the ground. You leaned back on your knees in time to see him crawl onto his knees as well. You glared, a warning. Warning him not to come closer. To not worry like he cared.

"Y/N..." He whispered again. "I don't think that's...Is your hand okay?"

"That's obvious." You spat. You leapt forward, left hand landing on the bottom of his jaw, pinning his head hard against the mat. "Don't act like you care. You did this."

Bob let out a gasp as he was pushed down. He didn't fight back. He knew he could. Yes, you were a Red Room assassin. Yes, you had extraordinary combat skills, but he was...Bob. He could have flung you into the ceiling and buried you under it without breaking a sweat. But he didn't. Bob stayed beneath your hand and legs, letting you yell at him. He just kept reminding himself, it was the least he could do.

"I'm already looked down on in this team." Your chest puffed as you held him there. "John takes every chance he can to fuck with me. Ava doesn't acknowledge me. Yelena doesn't want to get close. She feels guilty for..." You panted. You could feel your throat tighten.

Bob stared up at you with nothing but sympathy. His hands found you again, gently resting on your elbows. He could see the effort it took for you to say this. He pushed up, just barely, giving support, showing he was listening. He was, truly. He listened to every word leaving your mouth, nodding slowly.

"You..." You choked out. "You..." You couldn't find the words. He looked almost pathetic under you. You had berated and abused him all day, and he looked like a dog under you. Waiting so patiently for another.

"W-What do I do?" You didn't miss the crack in his voice. His hands tightened slightly. "Tell me. I'll fix it. I'll make it up to you."

Dazed by his words, you only stared down at him. Your face relaxed, and you let your upper body lean more into his. Your own actions surprised you, and you tightened back up, raising your chin high until he could barely make out your face.

"I never wanted to hurt you or..." He swallowed thickly, and your eyes followed the way his Adam's apple bobbed. "whatever it is I did to make you hate me." Your mouth fell slightly open at his admission. You couldn't help but shake your head. "Yes." He nodded again against your hand. "Tell me, please."

"I..." Your voice was shaky, hand loosening on his jaw. He still didn't move. He stayed where you left him, waiting and waiting for your answer. "I don't hate you." Bob's brows furrowed at your words. Yours followed suit. Your words left you just as surprised as him. "I just feel...useless." You couldn't believe you were admitting this. Why were you? You didn't know. "I'm only on this team because Yelena and Bucky feel bad for me. Now, there's no point. I can't help feeling I'm going to come back after going out and my shits going to be on the sidewalk." The words poured out of you like a flowing river, and you snapped a hand over your mouth.

You stared in horror down at Bob. His eyes were just as wide as yours. Though they held a gentleness yours never could. Your breathing grew heavier again behind your hand. Admitting all of that felt like a weight had lifted off your shoulders. But a new one quickly replaced it. He still hadn't said anything. Your thoughts raced, blinding you with what he probably thought of you now.

Bob's hands reached up. You froze as he slowly peeled your hand from your mouth. Your breathing fanned across his hand, and he shivered. You could feel it. His abdomen twitched from below you, and you only now noticed the position you put yourself in. You were straddling him. The poor man you had been scolding like a dog all day. And, he allowed it with no complaints.

"S-Say something." You repeated your earlier words. They were much gentler now. Softer. Kinder. It felt odd coming from you.

Bob smiled. It was a boyish grin, like he had already forgotten everything you'd done to him. "You're not useless." His hand released yours, and your whole upper body followed it. "They care about you so much more than you think." His hand landed on his chest, and yours quickly accompanied it. "You're probably not going to like this, but I care too." His voice was so quiet. It sounded like a sentence only you were ever meant to hear. You liked that, and it seemed your body did too, your chest dropping onto your hands until your faces were so, so close. "I'm sorry."

"Shut up." You whispered.

He whined at your words. The sound was so sudden, he was even surprised by it. "I-I'm sorry." He quickly repeated. A slight blush bloomed on his neck.

"Shut up." You repeated, and before he could snap his mouth shut or whisper another whiny apology, your lips pressed against his. The kiss was hesitant and messy. Neither of you knew when to pull away. Your lips mashed together like two stiff sticks until you finally pulled away, panting. "I should be the..." You paused to breathe, nose brushing against his. "I should apologize. I've been terrible to you all week over an accident." His lips moved to your cheek, leaving a peck as you continued to speak. "You're just...so nice. I don't know what to do with myself when you compliment me or, god forbid, try to help me."

Bob hummed as his lips trailed down to your jaw. "You're not terrible. You're hurt and tired and frustrated." He moaned softly when one of your hands buried in his hair. "Because of me."

"No." Your hand tugged at his wavy brown hair, and his head fell back. "You haven't done anything but be a kind person." His mouth fell slightly open as your lips pressed just below his Adam's apple. It bobbed as he swallowed. "I've been nothing but an asshole.”

"We've both been assholes." He whispered, voice raspy. "Just..." His hands gripped your waist. "A-Agree to disagree."

You laughed at that, nose poking against his throat. "I suppose." You whispered, lips trailing up until they met his again.

It felt more natural this time. Your lips pressed and moved in time together. His mouth opened to moan, and you swallowed it, your tongue sliding into his. His hands tightened at the intrusion, sliding down to your hips. He squeezed, and you shivered.

The need grew between you two, hands unable to stay put. Yours slid down to his chest, slowly working at the buttons of his shirt. His hands replaced yours when you finally pulled away from him. Your chest heaving with your breath, eyes following his hands as each button revealed more of his surprising muscles. He could see it in your eyes, the surprise.

His hand wrapped around yours, and he brought it to the skin just above his waistband, dragging your hand up his skin. You could feel the muscles tense under your touch as you passed them, and a faint smile spread across your lips. He unwrapped his hand from yours, but you kept going.

Your hand travelled up and up until your hand could wrap around his chin again. It was gentle this time. You didn't push or shove his head into the mat. You gently swiped your thumb across his bottom lip, eyes finding his. He kept his mouth shut, letting you explore. His eyes did all the talking. They were wide and pleading, stuck on you and only you. No one had looked at you with such attention before.

You leaned down and pressed another gentle kiss to his lips. "You're so pretty." The words were slurred into his mouth as you struggled to speak around the force of his lips. He pushed up, trying to keep the contact between you as you pulled away. Your hands moved at the same time. You pushed him down, and he tugged gently on your shirt.

"Can I..." He paused. His hands played with the material between his fingers. You didn't answer his question, but you reached down and pulled the shirt over your head. His eyes widened, scanning across your now bare skin. "A-And you called me pretty." The words were accompanied by a sly smirk that you kissed away.

Your entire body shivered when his hands landed on your waist. They slid up and down your skin, feeling the goosebumps they left in their wake. Your lips trailed back down onto his neck, sucking gently. His hands tightened at the feeling, and you grinned against his skin. "Sensitive?" You hummed, moving to the spot below his ear.

"N-No," Bob whispered. His voice was quiet and meek. You could feel his skin warming below your touch. "It's cold."

"Cold?" You felt his body arch against you when you nipped the skin. "You feel pretty warm to me." You giggled faintly, and he groaned. "Maybe you have a fever." Your left hand found his forehead while the right was laid limp next to his head. "Should take you to the infirmary." You pulled away, and his arms wrapped securely around you, bringing you flush together.

"I'm fine." Bob panted. "Don't. Please." His words were rushed and panicked, like he actually thought you were going to take him. You huffed at that. No way that was happening, not with the way he looked so needy beneath you. It was too pretty of a sight to pass up.

"I'll stay." You whispered in his ear. He nodded quickly, head bobbing. Your hands found his stomach again, trailing between the divots before teasing gently across his waistband. "If you really want me to, that is."

"I do, I do." He rushed his words as he felt you tug at his belt. He could feel you undoing it and couldn't bring himself to say anymore. He knew it would be a mess anyway.

"Is this okay?" You asked quietly, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. He nodded, and you stopped, ignoring the whine that left him. "Use your words."

He shivered at your tone. He swallowed thickly before complying. "Y-Yes." He pushed his hips up, wishing and waiting for your hand to return. "It's so okay. Nothing else could be more okay." Your hands tugged again, pulling it from the loops of his jeans. He shuddered as he watched it go. "Can I touch you?" He asked lowly, eyes unable to decide whether to stare at you or your hips as you settled against him.

"Please, do." You laughed, and he got right to work.

His hands slid up your stomach and over the sides of your torso. His hands itched closer to your chest. He was almost there, but something stopped him. He glanced pleadingly up at you again, his thumbs grazing the side of your breasts. You huffed, wrapping your hands around the back of his. You pulled them flush to you, and he groaned. His hands cupped you so perfectly, his eyes trained on his hands around your bra. You released him, and his hands moved around until they found the clasp. He didn't ask for permission this time, instead immediately struggling with the hooks.

"I, uh..." He sat up to glance around, and you pushed him back down.

You reached back and undid it, giggling as the flush on his face grew. His hands found your breasts again. He squeezed gently before pulling you down until you were flush together. He kissed between them first, then moved to the left one, slowly taking it into his mouth. You gasped, and his eyes shut. His hand found the free one, pinching it between his thumb and finger. The hand buried in his hair tugged, your body curving around him.

"Was that..." Bob panted, eyes filled with slight worry. His mouth slid off of you with a dull pop. "Was that too hard?"

You pressed your lips against his, hard. He sounded so sweet and sincere. Concerned about your poor skin after you had been yelling at him all day, not a care in the world for how he must have felt. "It was perfect." You mumbled into his lips. "You're perfect." A moan escaped him. "So sweet." His hips pressed up, lifting you slightly as he groaned. You smiled, watching the struggle and want in his eyes. "Needy, too." You hummed.

"Please." He panted when you finally pulled away. "I'll be whatever you need me to be." His hips pressed up again, and you couldn't deny the warmth growing in your stomach. It was there and so, so loud in your body, but you ignored it. "I'll be perfect. I'll be sweet. I'll be..." His eyes squeezed shut as your hands loosened in his hair, gently patting it down. "I'll be your punching bag. You can hate me and yell at me. I'll take it. I will." His words were so rushed and whiny now, you could barely make them out. "Just, please...touch me."

"Bob." You whispered when his mouth opened to continue. You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I'll never yell at you again. I'll never take out my anger on you." You pecked his lips, and your hands danced down to his waistband. "Never let me do that again." The button clicked, and he shivered as he heard the zipper. "But, let me make it up to you?" Your hands stopped, and he let out a shaky breath.

"You don't have to make it up to me. I did break your arm." He tried to keep his voice even. "But, you can do that if you want to." His voice finally shook, his head falling back as your hand moved onto him. He gasped as your palm brushed against him.

Bob fought to keep his hips still, to let you touch, but it was too gentle, too unaware. His hips jolted forward, and you watched curiously. Your hand moved with his hips, keeping your touch nearly nonexistent. You leaned back on your knees to watch. He looked so pretty like this. His eyebrows furrowed, face flushed, mouth blabbering pleas that echoed off the concrete walls to greet you a second time.

"P-Please don't tease me." He whispered, hips bucking into the feeling. He groaned as he watched your hand rise, staying just barely on him, barely grazing where he wanted you. "I'll do anything. Please, just touch me." You would have made some remark about how you were touching him, but you didn't want to interrupt the flow of his words. "I'll never ask you to do this again. Just this one time."

Your hand added more pressure, just enough for him to notice. "You only want to do this once?" You pouted your lip, and his head shook frantically.

"No, no. God, no." Bob panted. "I want this every day. Every night." His back arched as you rewarded him with another ounce of pressure. "As long as you want. As long as you need. I-I'm yours."

That was it.

Your hand pressed down firmly, cupping him through his boxers. He gasped. His hands found your hips, gripping desperately as his hips bucked. "Oh, yes." He whimpered.

The whimper broke something in you, and your hand was suddenly in his boxers, tugging him free until your hand could wrap around him. Your right arm itched to help. To touch. To feel. You had barely made it halfway to the lines of his abs before he grabbed it. His hips rolled up roughly, his eyes squeezed shut, but he held your cast in his hand like it was a flower. So delicate and careful, as his hips bucked like an animal. Your hand sped up at the sight. At the care he put into holding your hand.

"I-I'm gonna..." His voice was broken and ruined. He looked wrecked, and it was only your hand. "Y/N...please, d-don't stop."

"Shh..." You shushed quietly. Your hand was held between you as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his. "I've got you. I'm not stopping." His face tightened, and his hip movements grew erratic. "I don't know if I could anyway." You whispered, swallowing his whimpers and moans as your lips danced together. "You're just too pretty."

His legs tensed, and you could feel the muscles below you tighten. Your hand continued to stroke him, coaxing as much as you could get from him. He arched as he came, his thick, white ropes coating your clothed thighs. You wanted to watch, but you felt pulling away from the kiss now would be cruel. Instead, you could only feel his hips stutter and slow until they stopped. His whole body shuddered as you gently stroked him one last time, and he twitched in your hand.

You finally pulled away when his breathing evened out. He followed, leaning up on his elbows to glance you over. His eyes trailed over the mess he made on your sweatpants. He glanced apologetically up at you. "I'm sorry about that." He whispered.

You only shook your head. "You don't ever have to apologize to me."

#marvel #bob reynolds #thunderbolts #bucky barnes #bob reynolds smut #yelena belova #alexei shostakov #ava starr #john walker #captain america

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keirskeenknowledge · 2 months ago

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Thunderbolt Headcanons

Alexei Shostakov

Remembers how Yelena said if he cared about her he'd have reached out to her. So he's makes sure to text her at least once a week. It's either memes he's seen or really stupid dad jokes

Since they are all staying at the tower he's also known to physically check in on her as well as the others

He has had at least two nightmares thus far of Yelena sacrificing herself into the Void

He keeps trying to be the groups PR person, no one lets him.

He has thought of how to use Bob as a mode of transport

Ava Starr

Acts as the main bouncer in the kitchen, keeping Alexei and Bob from using it and giving everyone food poisoning. (She's gentler with Bob about it)

Called Bill Foster shortly after that surprise press meeting from Val to talk to him about her doubts of being a superhero.

Has let Yelena convince her to have some fun with her powers instead of just using them for serious purposes. This has led Ava to play pranks on the other thunderbolts. John is her biggest target while Bob only gets little jumpscares.

She's the one most insistent to train Bob to fight and also how to use his powers

Due to them both having similar circumstances of getting powers Ava and Bob have bonded over it

Bob Reynolds

Takes care of a lot of the mundane tasks around the tower. Doing laundry, washing dishes, grocery store runs, helping keep track of appointments. These things let him heel useful to the group without having to use his powers.

He tries to keep physical contact to a minimum knowing touch is what causes other's to experience their own voids

Does small practice session with his powers in a derelict warehouse that has no one in or around it for a few blocks. It keeps collateral to a minimum

Still has nightmares and dreams of the shame rooms, both his and fragments of the other shame rooms. He can't remembers who's is who's though and he never asks

On top of regular therapy Bob entered a 12 step program for his drug addiction. He recently received his one year sobriety chip.

"Cumcumbers" has become a running joke with him

Bucky Barnes

Gets the rest of the Thunderbolts into therapy because how the hell can he be the most stable person in the room?

He's the other 'responsible one' keeping everyone on top of medications, therapy sessions, interviews.

Checks in on the other Thunderbolts and really tries to help them make peace. (yes even John)

Officially resigned as a congressman. He wanted to try and make the world better without fighting, but politics were a NIGHTMARE

Because Bob can't really cook he's the main chef of the group and is quite good at it thanks to his mom teaching him to Cook for herself and his sisters

John Walker

He views being in the Thunderbolts/New Avengers as his second chance and fix the fuck ups of his tenure as Captain America

He's in therapy for his PTSD and has joined anger Management classes.

While not yet mandated to pay child support he sends a good chunk of money to Olivia monthly anyway. Along with some extra if she needs it

He's shocked the other Thunderbolts by making food that's actually good. He's not sure if he should take that as a compliment or tell them all to fuck off.

He likes giving little forms of physical contact to their members of the Thunderbolts. Pats on the shoulder or very gentle arm punches. He's very touch starved himself but doesn't want to cross boundaries

He knows a lot of random factoids and tells dad jokes on occasion

Yelena

Keeps the Guinea Pig she found at the lab and even got him a friend. Their names are Manny and Captain Cuddles

She accidentally started movie night. She doesn't know how, she'd just wanted to watch a classic scary movie and all the other Thunderbolts trickled in one by one. And then they decided to make it a habit

Despite everything she was the last person to go into therapy. Because she kept comparing her trauma to the others and thought she had it the best out of all of them

As the Sunshine Protector she's the most against Bob learning to fight. But simultaneously wants to be the one to train him.

#john walker #ava starr #bucky barnes #alexei shostakov #bob reynolds #yelena belova #ghost mcu #us agent mcu #the red guardian #white widow #thunderbolts*#thunderbolts mcu #mcu #the new avengers

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layla4567 · 1 month ago

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Fierce and Warm

Summary: Valentina had called you to the tower, why? You didn't know, you just wanted to rescue Bob, but oh surprise, it seems someone had gone ahead. And now someone won't let you go so easily. Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut and suggestive, p in v, Sentry being possessive and a little rude, maybe ooc, thunderbolts spoilers, curse words, fights, hickeys, arguing, sexual tension, oral sex (fem recieving), beta read Word count: 4k

The elevator doors glided open, and you all filed out, your faces sour. The woman with white locks was already waiting for you with a glass of bubbly champagne and a confidential, white-toothed smile, an almost cat-like smile, as if her favorite prey had fallen into the trap.

"Ah! Just the people I wanted to see, it's good to know everyone is here. Oh but wait" She paused and pretended to count the members of the group on one finger, then faked a sad face "Taskmaster is missing! It's a shame.."

They all rolled their eyes, as if they didn't know that was exactly what she was expecting.

"Anyway those things happen, don't they? Now, I never thought you'd form a group and against me!" Valentina put a hand to her chest theatrically. "So, who's the leader? Little Belova, perhaps?" she said, pointing at her.

"Eat shit, Valentina"

The woman shook her head disapprovingly. "That's not manners, Yelena."

"Alright, enough. Why did you bring us here?" John said impatiently.

"Oh, I see Captain America Second Class is anxious," she laughed mockingly.

John was about to pull out his pistol when Bucky's authoritative voice calling his name made him stop. The man with the metal arm approached Valentina and slowly took the glass from her. She didn't resist; she seemed to have everything under control, as if she knew something they didn't. An ace up her sleeve, the final card to play.

"You'll tell us where Bob is. Now."

Bucky's fist tried to get close to the woman's face, but no matter how hard he tried to reach her, the blow never landed. His arm hung in the air as if a magnet were pulling it back. She smiled with satisfaction.

"Just in time, thanks Bob" Valentina looked up the stairs as a man's footsteps approached coming down.

The man they'd previously known as Bob was now some sort of muscular, blond superhero in a honey-gold suit with an S on his belt. We all walked over to them, confused.

"You wanted to see Bob, well here he is. Or rather, Sentry."

This "Sentry" looked at everyone as if apologizing, especially at you.

"What the fuck is this, Valentina?" you said, half annoyed and half confused.

"Isn't it obvious? The new superhero the city needs, of course. And the people like classic superheroes," she said, pointing at Bob's blond hair.

"It was her idea," the man said, touching his hair shyly.

Before Bucky could say anything Valentina stepped forward, looked at Sentry and exclaimed "Sentry, I want you to get rid of these criminals"

Criminals. The word tasted like bitter acid in your mouth, and you wrinkled your nose in disgust. You were as respectable as any other heroes. Yelena looked at Bob, trying to persuade him.

"Don't listen to her, she's using you. Come with us."

He looked hesitantly at his boss and then at Yelena. He found himself at a crossroads, between a rock and a hard place. "I'm really sorry. I don't want to hurt you guys. Why don't you give up without a fight?" he proposed conciliatorily.

"Come on Bobby, you don't have to do this," said John.

Hearing that nickname made Bob shift, his face twisted slightly in a sneer, and his gaze hardened. Then he looked at John with his head held high, menacingly. "Call me Sentry."

Only you noticed this subtle change. Now Bob was gone and Sentry had taken his place, all because of John's asshole. You angrily elbowed him in the ribs, and he looked at you, furious and confused. When you turned your gaze to Sentry, he had already fixed his gaze on you. He was studying you with his head slightly tilted, and you could swear his eyes were burning your retinas from how deeply he was observing you, as if he wanted to penetrate your soul.

Alexei had lost his patience and shouted in a guttural, stale growl, "I'M TIRED OF THIS!"

Then he jumped to reach Sentry and with a simple movement of his outstretched arm he sent him flying through the window where it crashed into a thousand pieces. It was done, war had been declared. There was no other option but to fight. Ava teleported near him but Sentry was faster and moved with the same speed behind her and with a kick he slammed her into the wall. Sentry seemed to copy the skills of the others. When it was John Walker's turn, he began to shoot to kill but the blond man stopped each and every bullet with his hand, he was indestructible and impossible to stop. However, US agent did not give up and when he tried to stop a blow from Sentry with his shield, he folded it as if it were origami, leaving it in the shape of a taco.

"No!" Yelena exclaimed and jumped to Sentry's neck, straddling him and electrocuting him with her bracelets. But the man didn't flinch and grabbed her by the back of her suit and threw her to the side like a rag bag. You were the only one left to attack. You looked at him trying to think what to do, how to defeat him? He defended himself with the skill of a martial artist and had the strength of a thousand lions. Sentry looked at you curiously, waiting for your best blow, simply waiting calmly.

You mentally reviewed all your best moves and acrobatics, but you knew you needed to distract him to give yourself time to attack him, but how? You approached him slowly and cautiously. The blond man, attentive to your movements, tensed slightly.

"Sentry... or Bob whoever's listening, I just want to talk." You raised your hands in a sign of redemption.

You kept moving forward slowly while he looked at you, tilting his head. "Just talking? Are you sure?" he asked suspiciously.

You nodded, now standing half a meter away from him. Sentry narrowed his eyes. "I don't care what you have to say, you won't be able to convince me to let you live."

"I wouldn't be so sure.. remember what we talked about in the vault?"

Sentry's expression didn't flinch, and he answered no. "Really? You've told me things about yourself, like your favorite color or your fear of heights." You desperately tried to get that sweet man out, who you knew was hiding, struggling to get out.

He clenched his jaw. "That was Bob, not me," he said in disgust.

You moved much closer to him, placing a hand on his abs. Sentry followed your hand and watched as it rested on his abdomen. “But I know he’s still there, he’s always there. Don’t you want to let him out? So we can talk? I know he wants to, and maybe you do too.” You dared to place a fearful hand under his jaw while giving him your best flirtatious look, blinking intensely.

For a moment, Sentry seemed to hesitate, his sapphire eyes fixed on yours. He took your hand, which you placed on his face, caressing it lightly. When you thought the battle was already won, you tried to raise a leg, aiming it at his neck, but he was faster and stopped it by grabbing your ankle tightly.

"Really, how stupid do you think I am?" His words were mocking but his tone was cold and his face serious.

With a quick movement he bent your foot, causing you to cry out in pain, and threw you against a column, causing some rubble and cement to fall.

Now Sentry directed his attention toward you. There was something dark in his gaze. He had seemed so docile before, but now beneath that skin and blue eyes, something more dominant and hungry loomed. He watched you crawl, your back arched like a cat on the floor, in pain. Sentry followed your every movement, studying it with attention like a map. With effort and between gasps, you stood up, limping slightly. You were preparing to attack when he came flying toward you quickly. With his hand, he grabbed your neck and slammed you against the wall, cornering you with his body, with no way out.

You gasped, but his grip wasn't suffocating yet, his fingers wrapping around your throat as you struggled and you held onto your wrist, trying to escape. He smirked.

"Look at you, poor Y/N thought she could surpass a god like me." His eyes stared at you and then studied your face. Sentry clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly. "So innocent, so pretty." His blue orbs slid towards your chapped lips as his body pressed more against yours predatorily.

He brought his face dangerously close to yours, his nose brushing your cheek as his hot breath hit your ear. “Did you think I’d submit to you?” His eyes were fixed on your mouth. “Make no mistake, I’m the one in control here,” he growled huskily, his fingers lightly squeezing your throat, testing the waters. You let out a whimper, and he smiled darkly, enjoying it.

The others seemed to watch the scene helplessly. Sentry's mouth rested on your cheek, sliding it against your jaw. "Now I understand why Bob likes you. Look what you do to him, with your angel face and goddess body," he purred. Suddenly, you felt his crotch harden against your pelvis, making you gasp. It seemed that all of Bob's most lustful desires were manifesting in Sentry, his more confident and self-assured other self. You felt dirty and self-conscious before this very public scene where you were supposed to be there to attack Sentry (or for him to kill you), however, you couldn't help but feel heat on your skin.

You tried to reason with him, "Bob, please. I know you're there. You don't want to do this."

Something seemed to change in his expression, but it was only for a moment. Sentry ran his tongue over his lips as he laughed. He then became serious and slammed you against the wall once more. You moaned in pain. The blond man whispered in your ear, "Bob isn't here to save you, honey."

His hand on your throat was already hurting and before he could knock you out Bucky took off his jacket and prepared to hit him, this made Sentry let go of you as you fell like a dead weight catching your breath. When Bucky punched with his metal arm Sentry easily stopped him by taking it out and throwing him to the ground.

Bucky's arm was slightly molten at the knuckles. Did Sentry have heat vision now too? Great. The scene was a mess. We were all a mess, bleeding and in pain. Sentry looked at each of us, pausing for a few seconds to study our faces. Valentina came out of hiding like the cowardly wuss she was and started clapping happily. We all got up and crawled toward the elevator with what little strength we had left. Sentry looked only at you before the doors closed.

"That was quite a show," Valentina said, laughing in amazement. "But you haven't finished your job. You should have killed them."

Sentry slowly turned to her with a sneer. "Why? Why should a god take orders from a mere mortal?"

He approached Valentina menacingly as she walked backwards. "Well, the word God is a bit ambitious, don't you think?"

Sentry laughed bitterly. "You won't be ordering me around anymore."

He then grabbed Valentina by the neck and threw her against the minibar. Her head hit the edge with a loud thud, and she fell unconscious to the floor. The blond man then began to float and flew through the broken video window. Below, the group discussed the situation in exasperation.

"We suck" said Yelena

"Yes, especially you, who got a harder beating than me." Ava spat

"Yes, Ava, I already know and I'm sorry! I know I'm terrible at what I do, okay? I don't need you to remind me!" Yelena cried, on the verge of tears.

"Ok stop, please. There's no point in arguing now" you begged hating to see them fight

"And what about you? What the hell was that plan? Seducing him to hit you more gently?" John mockingly commented, addressing you.

"At least I DID have a plan. I wanted to distract him. And it worked better for me than it did for you. Tell that to your taco-shield"

Before John could retort angrily, Alexei stopped them, arguing that now was the time when we needed to stick together the most. Bucky, for the first time, agreed with him and suggested that we go home and think things over; there was nothing we could do now anyway. Everyone nodded, and each of them went their separate ways.

Back in your apartment, your suit was sloppily draped over the back of a chair, and your boots were lazily resting on the floor next to the bed. You stood on your balcony, watching the sun set over the horizon, holding a cup of tea. The warm steam rose to your nasal passages, tickling and comforting you. You sighed, leaning against the railing, thinking about everything that had gone wrong. What kind of group were you all? One that only knew how to lose. You weren't even sure you were heroes anymore.

But most of all, you couldn't stop thinking about Sentry or Bob. Bob or Sentry? Ugh. You shook your head in confusion, trying to sort through your thoughts. You didn't know who was who anymore. With one free hand, you ran your fingers through the front of your hair, exposing your forehead for a moment. Sentry's carnal desires had caused a strange, burning, and itching sensation under your skin. Were those desires really his or Bob's, wanting to loosen up? But weren't they basically the same person? Tired of dwelling on the matter, you turned around, leaving the cup on the small table and heading for the bed.

Suddenly, something alerted you: a presence behind you. You spun around quickly and let out a shriek. Sentry was levitating on the balcony. He had approached silently, searching for you. Why? You stayed put, but he floated forward and entered the apartment, landing on the ground. His presence was more imposing than Bob's; his muscles seemed to tense with every movement he made, his posture erect, and his steps slow but steady. And his gaze was predatory. He wanted something, something from you. You tried to swallow nervously, trying to look away.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you have enough of making us suffer?"

Hearing that, Sentry turned his eyes to your ankle and noticed it was bandaged and slightly swollen, your foot barely touching the ground. The blond man tilted his head from side to side like a slow, precise pendulum, searching for the right words to come out of his mouth.

"You know, you've got nerve. You seem like the only useful one in your group of mediocre people."

You laughed with irony and bitterness "Well, thank you. Was that a compliment?"

Sentry didn't answer, just kept moving until he was standing right in front of you. His eyes scanned your face, resting on your hair or your eyes, scanning you shamelessly.

"If I came here it's for a reason. Not many people manage to surprise me. But you... you're different."

You didn't realize how tall he was until he was standing very close to you, looking down at you like a shadow looming over you, a carrion bird watching its prey. You felt like a mouse staring at a cat with no hope of escape. His eyes held so much power over you, with that slightly yellow halo over that navy blue, that you had to duck your head and close your eyes.

Sentry raised his hand and held your jaw, forcing you to look at him, lightly pressing his fingers on your cheeks, making you pout. "Look at me when I talk to you." he replied in an almost guttural tone.

"I admit your attempts to trick me were almost... cute." he smirked.

You listened to him attentively, wanting to understand where he was going, and in this position, you had no other option. "Ever since that fight, you've awakened something in me, little thing. I don't know what it is, but it feels as hot as lava." he growled lasciviously.

His hand moved down from your jaw to the base of your neck near your collarbones, caressing them with his thumb, a little hard for your liking.

"Do you know what that feels like? Something bubbling up in your stomach and burning?" he growled through gritted teeth. "And not being able to do anything to control it... oh wait, I think I can do something."

Without warning, his hand gripped the back of your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss, making you gasp in surprise. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him away and steady yourself, but his grip was strong. The kiss was fierce and hungry, making your teeth crash against his. He exploded at your tongue with his mouth open, asserting and imposing dominance over you. You didn't know why, but it excited you slightly, and you brought your hands to his hair, pulling on it, making him moan into your mouth. His humming vibrated inside your lips. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving a string of saliva hanging down until it broke; he was panting.

"Now do you understand what you're doing to me?"

Without waiting for an answer, he held your waist, digging his fingers in, causing you to moan. He lifted you up to sit you on your pine dresser. He easily opened your legs and positioned himself between them, still holding your hips. Sentry began kissing your neck, pressing down hard like a leech. Your hands moved on his shoulders on their own; you didn't even think about what you were doing; it was all pure inertia.

"I could kill you right now, but somehow I can't" He said between growls against your skin. His hot saliva combined with his breath tickled where he spoke and kissed. Your eyes rolled back involuntarily as you moaned softly. His body so close to yours and his hands kneading the flesh of your waist caused palpitations in your center that already felt damp against the fabric of your panties. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder. Sentry had bitten you, leaving a hickey that soon turned red-purple.

The blond man continued kissing your collarbones, occasionally running his hot tongue over your bones as if you were a popsicle, making you shudder. And when he no longer had room because of your clothes, he ripped them off, leaving your chest and bra exposed. Taking advantage of this release, he kissed the exposed part of your breasts and their curvature in front, leaving another mischievous mark with his white teeth. You threw your head back, letting out a pained moan mixed with a moan of pleasure. Your hands were now on his broad back, caressing it and wanting to scratch it, but the fabric prevented you.

"You-your suit.." you moaned

"What? You want to take it out of me?" He smiled mischievously.

You nodded vigorously with drunken eyes, thirsty for him, for the feel of him. Sentry guided your fingers to the zipper at the back of his neck, helping you open it. With his help, you exposed his entire chest and torso, pulling the suit down to his hips, also exposing his V-line. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his sculpted body, while your cheeks turned a light pink.

He kept smiling and you bit your lip, reaching out to touch his six-pack, but he stopped you. "I didn't tell you you could touch." You let out a frustrated, pleading whimper, but he ignored it and moved down to your stomach, leaving wet kisses. His fingers hooked into your pants and pulled them down, exposing your sticky underwear.

"Already so wet just from a few kisses? Pathetic human."

You blushed but couldn't say anything because with his fingers he burned and melted your panties, freeing your pussy, which he quickly began to massage with his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his saliva on your clit and his tongue lapping and swirling over your folds. He was possessed, tasting and devouring you, but he knew what he was doing, oh boy did he. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel like this. Sentry murmured unintelligible things against your wet, dripping center. Your breathing quickened, and you tugged at his hair and shoulders, unable to stay still. With each swirl of his tongue, your back arched, and a torrent of moans fell from your lips.

Your thighs trembled with fatigue. You were about to cum. You felt it, and so did Sentry. Because he began to suck on your clitoris while his thumb opened your folds and massaged them. It was the straw that broke the camel's back. Your hips contracted like ocean waves toward his mouth, begging for more until a liquid shot out, staining his lips, leaving you exhausted.

Sentry stood up, looking at you, satisfied that he'd left you a trembling mess as he wiped his lips and lightly licked his fingers, still tasting you. Your hair now stuck to the back of your sweaty neck, while some clung to your forehead, your face and chest slightly flushed, perfect for him.

"That was... unbelievable.." you said panting and tired

"Was? who said i'm done?"

You opened your eyes wide, not believing what he was saying. For his part, he had completely pulled down his suit, sliding it down his toned legs along with his boxers, freeing his erection. You couldn't do anything but sigh at the sight of his length. The man didn't waste a second and lined himself up inside you. First, just the tip to see your expression; you closed your eyes, opening your mouth with a muffled moan. Then he entered completely, adjusting his hands on your hips. Your walls embraced his member perfectly, as if they were always waiting for him. It couldn't be said that Sentry was someone gentle or delicate; his thrusts were bestial, and he fucked you as if you were going to faint at any moment. Your nails dug mercilessly into his now exposed back, which contracted as you felt your claws scratch his skin. You clung to his shoulders like a lifeline, and your mouth filled his ear with moans, which only encouraged Sentry to thrust harder inside you.

Pelvis against pelvis, you tried to keep up with his rhythm, rocking your hips back and forth in a controlled motion, but his hips just wanted to fill you. They were erratic and fast, with no sense of rhythm. His pelvis seemed to want to establish dominance over yours, wanting to be in control. You bit his shoulder to resist his thrust, eliciting a grunt and a moan from him. The room filled with gasps and moans as Sentry's force shook the dresser, which hit the wall with loud thuds, knocking over everything on it and around it. The walls seemed to shake like an earthquake, with the force of the animal in front of you and inside you, called The Sentry.

"P-please.. I can't!" you begged on the verge of exhaustion

"No. I know you can, just a little more." He growled

Sweat was beginning to take its toll on you, and your vision was blurring like a nebula. You felt his member growing stiffer between your walls as you pressed harder and harder, an almost painful tug. His thrusts, if erratic before, were now more clumsy, varying in pace; he was about to cum. You don't know when it happened, but when you closed your eyes, you felt a warm liquid inside you mixing with your own, running down your thighs, burning with fatigue. When Sentry pulled away, you were both panting, but only you, on the verge of collapse. Your whole body was trembling, unable to support yourself. You tried to get off the counter, and when you were almost about to fall, he quickly held you in his arms.

"Easy now" he said incredibly softly

He placed you on your bed, and you managed to cover your bare area with the sheet while he pulled up his suit and zipped it up. You could see something change in his expression. Was it... Bob wanting to get out? Looking at you?

"I... should go" he said as he began to float towards the balcony

But before leaving, with his authoritative voice he exclaimed again, "Not a word of this to your group. Do you understand?"

He didn't need to wait for your answer or even look at you; he knew you will obey. Despite that, you nodded behind him, and he flew off, leaving you satisfied but with that confusion that wouldn't go away, waiting to see the real Bob again to find out if he'd remember or find out about this whole sinful encounter.

#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #marvel #female reader #Smut #smutty #thunderbolts #thunderbolts smut #sentry smut #bob reynolds #james bucky buchanan barnes #ava starr #john walker #alexei shostakov #yelena belova #valentina allegra de fontaine

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stiffyck · 6 days ago

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Can I talk about aromantic John for a second.

John who doesn't know the difference between romantic and platonic love. John who never really thought about anyone in a romantic light until they started dropping hints.

John thinking him and Olivia are just good friends- until she asks him out and oh- yeah sure! He likes her, he wants to spend time with her- that's all he needs.

And it works for them. John loves her, she's in love with him- it's perfect. Until John is given the captain america title and his life just starts falling apart.

Olivia leaves and John can't blame her.

John hanging out with the thunderbolts- hanging out with Ava a lot. They bicker, they annoy and insult each other, they like spending time together even if they won't admit it.

They sit next to each other during movies, they go shopping together, the other always tags along whenever one of them does anything- they're a duo.

The team notices. Sure, they all get along and there's other duos on the team- like Yelena and Bob, but none of them seem romantic.

Yelena catching John alone one time, asking him what's up with him and Ava. "So. You and Ava?"

"What about me and Ava?"

It didn't even occur to Ava that he may like her- or that she may like him in a romantic sense.

It's just like with Olivia. Until she started dropping hints, John never considered her anything else than a friend.

Yelena notices. Yelena has been there. She's never actually had a romantic partner- it's not something that's appealing to her and she knows she's never gonna fall in love anyways- so why waste time trying to do so?

Yelena slowly realizing John doesn't know the difference between romantic and platonic love. Prying about if he feels the same way about Ava as he did about Olivia-

Anyways. Queerplatonic ghostwalker anyone?

#i have so many thoughts #stiff talk #thunderbolts #ghostwalker #ava starr #john walker #yelena belova #aromantic john walker #i fucking love these assholes

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inwhichiramble · 2 months ago

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Okay Marvel. I see your New Avengers carrying the shadows of the old, but I must disagree about the reflection choices.

Bear in mind, I’m only comparing powers to a certain extent, because let’s face it—every single one of them (except for Bob) is nowhere near on the same level of power as the Original 6. What I raise you is the personality and function they serve as team members. That being said…

Yelena = Natasha

Bucky = Steve

This is easy. Both of them have dealt with some level of “carrying the mantle”. Yelena is Natasha’s sister—the one she was fighting for, her Red Room counterpart in skill set and in struggle. They are the heart of the team… but Yelena has the opportunity to step into a role of leadership. When Steve went back in time, left two legacies: Captain America and Steve Rogers (Sam and Bucky, respectively). Yeah, Bucky is resident “old man”, but he also is learning to lead as well as act as counsel and support, just like Steve did for the OGs.

I also will agree with them that

Ava = Clint

Both underdogs, both with unique and under appreciated skill sets—but Ava is starting to get more notice and appreciation from her team. There’s also the fun dynamic with her and Yelena that calls back to Nat and Clint’s friendship.

Now, here’s where things get different.

Bob = Bruce

Now this is definitely more of a power comparison, but because of how much their personalities/temperaments affect their powers, I think it’s a fair side by side. If it were up to them, they’d both just be hanging out as the resident chill guys, trying to keep everyone else alive. But unfortunately they are both sad little guys with big scary monsters inside of them that are begging to come out. Already we’ve had jokes about getting Bob to unleash the Void at will, just like Bruce and the Hulk. Plus, of course, you have the electric friendships with Yelena/Natasha as the one’s who are able to calm and comfort them, and see them for their true selves.

Alexei = Thor

I cannot be the only one who saw the end credits scene and thought that if Thor understood marketing on any level, he would have been the one thrilled about the Wheaties. He loved being adored—just look at the scene with him and Loki on earth during Ragnarok! Both Alexei and Thor are the resident protective dad/golden retriever characters, who bring the joy and enthusiasm to each mission—which is why it’s more poignant when they endure struggle. And of course there is the ego factor lol

Speaking of egos…

John = Tony

Now I’ll admit that I’m not the biggest fan of John, but I went through the same thing with Tony for the first few movies. Both of them are just a tad insufferable until they finally start to wake up and remember they aren’t the only people who’s lives have sucked. They’re the best in their respective fields, until someone bigger came along and gave them a reality check. But if John continues the way he has been, I think he has the potential to serve people well the same way Tony did. And of course the John/Bucky rivalry doesn’t hurt the comparison.

Anyways, those are my takes. I’ll never compare Valentina to Fury because she doesn’t deserve the respect, but Mel is Maria Hill and I stand by that.

#thunderbolts spoilers #marvel #mcu #thunderbolts #og avengers #the new avengers #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bob reynolds #bruce banner #john walker #tony stark #ava starr #clint barton

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jeyramarie · 19 days ago

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The recruit- Yelena Belova x Reader (Season 2 Part 4)

summary: Valentina always seems to bring out everyone's dark side. Some being... worse than others.

w.c: 3,455

warnings: fighting, cursing, blood, mentions of guns, angst

a/n: can't wait for you guys to see what i've come up with for y/n's void 👀 it's important to read season 1 of the recruit (masterlist) to be able to understand it! but anyway, thanks for all the love, happy reading 🤍

part 1~ part 2~ part 3~

Previously on the recruit...

BEEP

“Jesus, you guys, we literally just put that drywall in.” Valentina spoke through the speaker. “I left the door unlocked for you, come up.”

They all stared at each other in confusion. She left the door “unlocked” so she was waiting for them. Valentina knew they were coming. Bucky walked towards the elevator first, pushing the button as the rest of the team walked closer to him. Yelena grabbed Y/n’s hand, intertwining their fingers together, silently reassuring each other that they were okay. The doors opened with a small ding, making them all pile into it. The y/h/c looked at the blonde, giving her hand a small squeeze before looking forward at the door. Y/n couldn't pinpoint the reason at the moment, she couldn’t tell her girlfriend, considering how crowded the elevator was. But a little voice inside her head told her that something was wrong, something was going to happen. She just hoped it didn’t have to do with Bob.

The elevator doors opened to reveal an open space with a view of the city. A bar sat at the side of the room with fancy stairs next to it, leading to the top floor. And there she stood behind said bar, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. They walked out of the elevator, Y/n tighten her grip on Yelena’s hand when she heard a familiar voice.

“How crazy is it to think that all the most monumental fights that happened exactly here where you’re standing?” She spoke, opening a bottle of champagne. “I don’t really care. I mean, the place wasn’t cheap, but it has good optics.”

“It’s over, Valentina.” Bucky said, standing near the window. “This ends today.”

“Congressman, Barnes, wow.” She replied, walking around the bar towards them. “You know, I never really thought you’d have a promising political career but, less than hald a term? Yikes.”

“We’re taking you in, Val.” John spoke, stepping forward.

“I don’t think so.” She scoffed. “Junior varsity, Captain America.”

John reached for his gun, beginning to pull it out when Bucky stopped him, calling out his name. The room felt heavy. It was silent for a second. None of them imagined the fight that was coming.

“Ava, good to see you.” Valentina spoke, watching as the brunette stepped closer before darting her eyes to the couple. “Yelena, Y/n, I see my matchmaking skills still work, you both look awful… Yelena, are you sure you’re ready for that public facing roll you asked me about?”

“Eat shit, Valentina.” The blonde responded, letting go of the widow’s hand as she stepped forward. “Where’s Bob?”

“Look at you, you are all so adorable.” She started, giving them a wicked smile. “Just think, I send you down there, to kill each other and instead, you make nice and you form a team.”

Valentina looked around the room and landed her eyes on Alexei, who she stared at in question. “Who is this old Santa?” She asked bitterly.

“I’m Alexei Shostakov.” He nodded with a smile as she continued to stare in confusion. “The Red Guardian.”

“What?”

Bucky began to speak to her about Mel as Y/n’s mind traveled elsewhere. Her thoughts went to every possible scenario, counted every window and air vent, before darting her eyes to the stairs. There's only a handful of situations that can happen if any of them attempts to go up those stairs. Y/n took a few steps backward, walking by Ava to stand closest to the corner. Something told her that she needed the distance between her and Valentina.

“Robert.” She called out, tilting her head towards the stairs.

Heavy footsteps echoed around the room, causing all of them to look up. Bob stepped down, wearing a shiny suit with a cape. His hair was blonde, his face looked serious and his hands were in a fist. Y/n could tell, he was the weapon Valentina always wanted.

“Oh my god.” Yelena spoke in disbelief.

“Bob?” Y/n asked, taking a few steps forward with her mouth agape.

“That’s Bob?” Bucky question, stepping back as he finally put a face to the name.

“Yeah, he’s changed.” Ava spoke, walking back to look at him up and down.

“It is, my great honor, to introduce to you, the Sentry.” Valentina smiled as Bob looked up at them with a shy smile.

“Hey, guys.” He smiled.

“Wow, that’s cool name.” Alexei muttered, getting death stares from Ava and Yelena as Valentina continued.

“All powerful, invincible, stronger than all the Avengers rolled into one and soon to be known as Earth’s mightiest hero.”

“Did you dye your hair?” Ava asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah, well, it was-” Bob began but was quickly cut off.

“It was my idea.” Valentina smiled proudly. “People love a classic hero.”

“Bob, what did they do to you?” Y/n said as she frowned, staring in disbelief.

“Okay, what’s the plan?” Bucky furrowed his brows.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Bucky? Jeez, at least you’re kinda cute.”

“You’re not going to hurt people.” Alexei spoke in worry.

“Oh no, no, no.” Valentina shook her head. “I’m not gonna hurt people, I’m gonna hurt you. You see, the press is on their way here now. They’re going to witness the awesome power of Sentry as he takes down this ruthless group of rogue agents, beginning a new era in which I decided how to keep the American people safe. Answering to no one, I’ll be un-impeachable.”

“That’s never gonna happen.” Bucky replied.

“Sentry, your first mission is to take out these criminals.”

Ava activated her suit, John gripped his shield harder, Alexei changed his stance, ready to launch at anyone and Bucky moved his shoulders as if he was warming up to right. In the meantime, Y/n and Yelena stood frozen, staring at the guy they actually grew to care about. They developed a desire to protect him. Which explains why it never fit into their head how that same was ordered to hurt them. Even worse, kill them.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, guys.” Bob shook his head. “Why don’t you just turn yourselves in?”

“No, you don’t wanna do this, Bobby.” John stared in sadness.

“You can call me the Sentry.”

“Please, don’t do this, you do not need to listen to her.” Yelena spoke, shaking her head as she stepped closer.

“Robert, they don’t think your’e good enough.” Valentina said, turning to the new blonde man.

“No, that’s not true.” The widow added.

“Don’t lie to him, Valentina.” Y/n raised her voice, taking long steps towards the small step where Bob stood. “Don’t listen to her, that’s not true… remember, you can trust me.”

“We know you.”

“I don’t think that you do.” Bob replied as the widows stood back in surprise. Not even when they were being honest and vulnerable would Valentina’s brainwash go away.

“Bob, please, just-” Y/n lowered her voice but was quickly interrupted by a loud Russian, who desperately wanted to fight.

“Enough talking!” He began. “No one messes with the West Chesapeake Valley Thunderbolts!”

The Russian bolted towards Bob Sentry who immediately blocked the punch, causing Alexei to fly across the room. Bucky reacted immediately, pulling out both his guns as John moved forwward with his shield. Ava took out her batons causing Y/n to turn to her with hands held up in surrender.

“No, no, no!” Yelena shouted, stepping in front of Bucky.

Ava disappeared and reappeared next to Bob,swinging her arm as John threw the shield.

“Wait!” Y/n shouted as was quickly blown back by Sentry.

Gunshots erupted around the room as Bucky viciously shot towards him who effortlessly lifted his hand, stopping the bullets before they got near him. He pushed them back, throwing them back to the Winter Soldier, making John step forward, for them to hit the shield as they flew back to hit the wall. Alexei took out his knife, running towards him but was quickly stopped by Sentry’s forcefield.

“Alexei, wait!” Yelena shouted as Y/n ran to him.

The Russian attempted to continuously stab him but the knife was immediately shattered over and over. Sentry moved his hand, causing Alexei to fly out of the building, before being pulled back to crash into the bar. John and Ava continued to attack him continously, attempting to catch him off guard at one point. Sentry bent John’s shield in half, as the agent stared in shock before being pushed away to the other side of the room.

Bucky began his attempts to stab him, blocking his arms and punches before being flown to the ceiling by Sentry, who pushed him agains the same wall. Yelean ran from the windows, jumping on his back, releasing her widow bites at his neck. They were blocked by his forcefield as Sentry looked over his shoulder, flying upward to trap the blonde against the ceiling before returning to the ground. Yelena fell and Sentry grabbed her from the back of her suit before throwing her against the elevator doors.

Y/n took the opportunity and, thanks to her stealthy nature, she actually caught him off guard. The widow sliced the back of Sentry’s thigh, before sliding to the front to stab his other leg when he looked down at her. She wasted no time grabbing his right hand and throwing her leg over to bring him to the floor. Of course, his powers were stronger. Sentry grabbed her bak of her suit, pushing her to the ground before grabbing her neck, tightening his grip around the y/h/c, causing her to immediately reach for his arm.

“Bob, stop.” Y/n whispered, feeling her airways close up. “Please.”

“You’re just like me.” Bob spoke, almost in an evil way. “No one wants you, no one wants to be around you, that’s why Yelena walked away from you.”

“Bob, stop!” The blonde shouted, trying to get closer. “That’s not true.”

Sentry looked at Yelena over his shoulder before lifting the y/h/c, never releasing his grip. He stared at her one more time, watching as her eyes traveled to the blonde in desperation. Feeling satisfied at her vulnerability, he threw her near Yelena, making her crash on the ground in front of the elevator. Y/n coughed desperately, feeling oxygen finally flow through her lungs and soft pair of hands grazing her hair back.

The y/h/c hearing was muffled as she looked around the room in confusion. Her eyes lifted, landing on Yelena. Her mouth was moving but Y/n’s hearing was still affected by the fall. She didn’t know what happened, but her girlfriend was suddenly grabbing her arm, throwing it over her shoulders to help her hand. Yelena held her till they all piled into the elevator, where Y/n leaned against the wall next to Bucky.

Once the elevator opened, they all walked out of the elevator, groaning and grunting in pain. The blonde continued to hold Y/n close to her, whoms hearing returned to normal once she stepped outside. They all stood in a circle, taking heavy breaths and looking around, attempting to think of a plan.

“Okay, we need new plan.” Alexeri spoke, catching his breath.

“No, no new plans.” John took off his helmet. “That thing is too powerful.”

“We just need to regroup and think.” He panted. “There got to be a way to stop that guy.”

“We’re not regrouping, this isn’t even a team.”

“Of course, we’re a team, we are the Thunderbolts!”

“I don’t know what that means.” Bucky spat, holding his ruge to roll his eyes.

“It’s her pee wee soccer team… thing..” Ava spoke, refrring to Yelena.

“We have to go somewhere to discuss this-”

“Discuss what?!” John shouted, cutting Alexei off.

“We are going to regroup and-”

“Oh my god, stop!” Yelena shouted. “There is no ‘us’, there is no ‘we’, Bob changed into that thing and there is nothing any of you can do about it.”

“Then what did you do exactly? Because I first seem to remember you getting your ass beat way worse than mine.” Ava spoke, squinting her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I suck! I’m terrible, we’re all terrible!” She shouted. “Ava, you’re not a hero, you’re not even a good person.”

“Bitch.”

“You see?”

“Slow down, amyshka-” Alexei spoke, coming towards his daughter to comfort her.

“Alexei, I am not your amyshka!” Yelena shouted. “I haven’t heard from you or seen you in a year!”

“Lena, calm down.” Y/n attempted to speak but was met with burning green eyes, silentyly telling her to not test her.

“Go easy on him.” John added.

“Oh, so you’re nice now?”

“Is it my turn?”

“No, you know you’re a piece of trash, Walker, so does your family.” The blonde shrugged as the agent muttered a small ‘Jesus’ in defeat.

“Yelena, that’s enough!” Y/n raised her voice, moving in front of her as she cleared her throat, pushing through the pain. “You spoke your mind, that’s it, we get it.”

“We’re all losers… and we lost.” She chuckled dryly, turning around to cross the street.

“Yelena!” Y/n called out, following the blonde as Alexei trailed behind.

The Russian caught up to the y/h/c and they remained quiet, watching the blonde walk in front of them. They didn’t want to disturb her but neither of them wanted to leave her alone in a moment like this. In a moment where she could need either of them any second.

“So, you are back together?” Alexei spoke, breaking the silence.

“We are, yeah.” Y/n replied with a quick smile. “We haven’t been able to speak much about it though.”

“Oh, why not?”

“Well, Alexei, we were roped into this whole mess ‘cause of Valentina.” Y/n shrugged. “We haven’t really had alone time.”

“We must hurry, she is walking faster.” Alexei muttered, pointing at the short blonde who was walking a considerable distance away from them.

They jogged closer to her, making the Russian call out for her. “Lena! Little one!”

“Go away!” The blonde shouted in return, never halting her steps.

“Baby, come on, just slow down.” Y/n spoke, grazing her hand on her arm as she attempted to grab her elbow. “Let’s talk, Yelena.”

“Go away.”

“No, I will not.” Alexei spoke.

“Then you will chase me forever.”

“Fine, I will because that’s what family does.”

That’s all it took for Yelena to turn around. That’s all it took for all the hidden and suppressed feelings to explode into the surface.

“Oh my god, stop!” She shouted, walking towards the Russian. “If you cared, you would’ve called, I would’ve heard from you.”

Alexei stayed quiet, staring at his daughter with regret as Yelena’s eyes began to water.

“I lost my sister again, but forever, I almost lost the love of my life… and you disappeared.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this.” He spoke honestly. “I didn’t think you wanted me.”

“I did.”

“I see now, I’m late but I’m here now.” Alexei stepped forward. “Y/n and I, we’re here now.”

Yelena stared at them with tears in her eyes. She drifted towards Alexei, feeling ashamed to speak about this infront of Y/n.

“Daddy, I’m so alone.” She cried. “I don’t have anything anymore. All I do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things that I’ve done and then I drink and I come home to no one and I sit and I think I did come home to someone and I ruined that-”

“Yelena, stop, stop, we all have things that we regret.”

“No, but I have so many.” The blonde raised her voice, sneaking at glance at the y/h/c who was staring at the ground, silently crying. “My first test at the Red Room, Anya, she was just a child, she was so small.”

“So were you.” Alexei shook his head as his eyes began to water. “I know there were dark times, very very dark times but before, you were just a special little girl. Did you know that? You walk into room, you made it bright, you felt a lot of joy.”

“I don’t remember.” Yelena cried, shaking her head.

“You were so kind.” He smiled. “You remember why you wanted to be goalie on your terrible soccer team?”

“So I didn’t have to run in the mud?”

“No, maybe that too, but, you told me ‘I want to be the one everyone can rely on if they make a mistake’. That Yelena is still in you, I still see her.”

“I don’t.” She replied with her head down.

“You’re stuck, you’re alone, you look only at the bad… when I look at you, when Y/n looks at you, we don’t see your mistakes.” He nodded. “It’s why we need each other.”

“Okay, that was really good.” She sniffled, turning her gaze over to the side to see her girlfriend gone. “Y/n?”

Alexei looked behind her, causing the blonde to turn to see Y/n looking at the sky. They both made their way towards her on the street to see a dark figure floating. Everyone stared in question, others in fear of the unknown. Y/n walked forward, standing in the middle of the street as Alexei and Yelena followed.

“Bob.” Y/n whispered.

“Oh no.” The blonde muttered.

Suddenly a helicopter crashed into a building’s crane, causing it to fall between two buildings. Debry fell onto the street, making every civilian run around in chaos, avoiding the cement as it continued to fall. Y/n ran into action, helping people run to the opposite side of the street to seek shelter. Alexei ran, grabbing a metal panel to shield him and a few civilians into safety. The y/h/c ran back to when she saw Yelena flying in the air, landing next to people who needed help. Ava, Bucky and John returned, pulling people away from the falling debry, pushing them off the street, etc.

Each of them out their powers and abilities to use. Even though Yelena and Y/n were the only ones with no genetic mutation or enhancement, they used their agility and speed to help as much as they could. A gigantic piece of debry was falling to the ground as a civilian tried to crawl, crying in fear of getting splattered by cement. John held the piece of debry with his back, grunting as he tried to push it back. Ava appeared next to him, then Alexei, then Yelena, then Y/n and finally Bucky. They all used all of their strength to push the piece of debry, making it fall to the ground as they tried to catch their breaths.

Civilians began to clap as they stared around in confusion. People were actually celebrating them. They were clapping for them and for what they had done. It was a bit of a first for all of them. They did something good and people were recognizing that. Alexei noticed a little girl standing on the street, calling out for her mom when he saw a piece of debry falling directly towards her. He ran to her, covering the little girl with his body when the debry fell, splitting in two.

“You’re safe, little one.” He smiled, remembering when Yelena was that small. Remembering for a second, how he would go back in time to save her from Dreykov.

The little girl turned to a black shadow, as well as a few civillians who began to run away from the darkness. It was overpowering every corner of the street.

“You all know the truth.” Sentry spoke as he flew lower. “You can’t outrun the emptiness.”

“Uh, I think Bob’s dark side got super powers.” John spoke, staring at the Sentry. “We have to get everyone off the street.”

Alexei grabbed on Yelena’s arm, as they all ran away from the darkness. They got people inside of buildings and as far away as possible. Yelena stood there, staring at the Sentry as the darkness continued to eat away the city. Y/n turned, noticing that the blonde was nowhere near them. She looked over her shoulder, immediately feeling a wave of fear over here. Even if it was Yelena that left and walked away from their relationship, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to her.

“Yelena!” Y/n shouted, walking towards her. “What are you doing?”

“Lena!” Alexei shouted, watching at the y/h/c run towards his daughter.

The darkness got closer to the blonde, she stopped in front of it and looked upward, listening to her girlfriend and father calling out for her. Yelena took a deep breath, lifting her foot to get sucked into the void but instead, she was quickly pulled back. She fell to the ground in surprise, confused on who pulled her out. Y/n stood in front of her with her back to the darkness as she stared into the green eyes that always put her at ease.

She remembered when she met Yelena. Y/n’s first mission with Valentina and Yelena’s first mission with a partner. First partner after Natasha, that is. The blonde despised her, but Y/n was always in trance with her. Her eyes were what captivated her since she sat across from her on that train in Romania. Alexei grabbed onto the blonde as she kicked and shouted for the y/h/c, watching as the love of her life got surrounded by darkness, turning into nothing but a shadow.

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