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thinking about how 🙂☺️😃 bob reynolds would be when he finds a cologne that’s his. like his signature scent.

it would just be such a confidence boost for a guy that could always use a lil extra confidence.

especially when you

“oooh what’s that, honey? you smell so good!!”

and

“smells good, bobby-bug. smells like home” while you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

would blush so much!!!

more on that later

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got DAMN😵

just wow.

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he WOULD be such an avid learner!! so willing to make you feel good. i think he’d also spend a lot of time reading things and looking things up and he’ll randomly pull out some move that makes you ??? and he’s like yeah i read about this on reddit ☺️

18+ MDNI

virgin!bob that’s so desperate for you. he hasn’t fucked you yet, but you’ve made out with each other. let him touch you. his cock always grows hard in no time, heavy against your inner thigh as if being inside you becomes more urgent with every day.

he whimpers against your lips when you wrap your legs around him and he ruts into you, multiple layers of clothing still separating you. he can’t wait to finally find out what it would feel like, to be between your legs and feel your pussy clench around him. bob has touched you before, fingers slipping between your folds messily, maybe a little painfully so, watching your face for any reaction. he had clumsily fumbled at your clit, a small attempt at making you cum for him.

you had taken his hand and showed him how to properly touch you. and god, he is an avid learner.

one day, you decide to let him rub himself against your panties. he watches your hips buck up against him when his tip slides over your sensitive clit, panties turning dark from your fluids and his own. bob mumbles profanities under his breath, his tip red and angry, before he wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking himself.

he comes so quickly. the sight of you, all naked except for your panties, is already enough.

his hands are back on you afterwards, his cum still sticking to your belly and he rubs it in a little before leaning back down to kiss you. messily. his cock is still bumping against your thigh and he gets hard again, thanks to the serum.

“p-please, i want to-“ his voice is nothing more than a stutter, his big hand sliding down your hips and pushing your legs apart a little more. “wanna feel you properly. need it.”

you can’t deny him what he wants, right?

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why are people pressed about lewis using zyn? that man is a groooooown ass adult lol. i swear if some of yall don’t just let that man live 🤣

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sleepy bob reynolds x reader

tracing bob’s face in the morning while he’s still half asleep 🥹 just running your fingers over his cheekbones, his eyebrows, down the slope of his nose !!!

he’d be all warm from the sunlight and so smiley. letting out little noises while he stretches and tucks himself against you.

used to sleep with a shirt on because he was so self conscious but one night he fell asleep without one, and woke up to you tracing the freckles on his back. it gave him the best kind of goosebumps and now, he never sleeps with a shirt.

he’d be so whiny when you have to get up to pee but loves smothering you as soon as your back in bed.

always apologizes and getting all shy if he drools a little on you. but you’re never mad, it’s actually endearing.

actually sleeps horribly when you’re not there, either stays awake for days or has horrifying nightmares.

it’s worse when he can’t call you for comfort.

he often wakes you up with choked sobs and trembling hands. it’s sad, but he’s at least learned he doesn’t have to keep quiet with you.

it doesn’t stop him from apologizing every five seconds, though. constantly feeling like a burden.

sometimes he just wants to curl up and bury his face in your neck. needs your arms around him, tickling his back and twirling his hair.

im just so soft for him i can't be cured </3

my requests are open!

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calling bob “bobby-bug” one night when you’re drunk and he becomes obsessed with it forever.

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look at this cutie fucking patootie. it’s giving bob facetiming you vibes.

why am i obsessed with this man? 😂💙

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thinking about john kissing you after a night of drinking wine with yelena and ava!! once you slip your tongue past his lips he’s addicted. sucks on your tongue, savoring the taste of pink wine that lingers.

his hands are firm and purposeful against your cheeks. although his grip is rough, the stroke of his fingers across your cheekbones is anything but.

your teeth clash as he pushes his tongue deeper, desperate to feel you and get another taste of you. his hips absentmindedly push against yours and pin you against the wall.

i’m desperate i love him.

fuckkkk look at that chest. and his little moles everywhere? im obsessed. i need to kiss every single one.

i need to kiss on those nips too but yall aren't ready for that one

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boyfriends :)

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do yall want john angst or bob angst first? working on both 😼

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thinking about a beach day with bob!! crawling in his lap warm from the sun and smelling like sunscreen. slow sweet kisses while you stay underneath the umbrella, out of the sun.

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i wanna see someone dive into how john walker actually probably has pretty bad PTSD and has nightmares 🫢

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i need more mentions of john being left!!! the AGNST!!!

it would totally affect how he falls in love again, intimacy, trust, all the things.

if someone else won’t bring it up I WILL

headcanons — john walker x reader / how he loves after being left. (sfw & nsfw)

A/N: omg guys my first time writing nsfw theme

sfw:

He doesn’t want to open up at first. He makes some offhand, self-deprecating joke — “You don’t want to deal with this mess, sweetheart” — but there’s fear behind it. Like he’s daring you to leave too.

Love, to him, looks like acts of service. Fixing your broken cabinet. Keeping your tires filled. Cleaning your headlights. He doesn’t say “I love you” often — but your coffee’s always made, and he memorizes your schedule like it’s a mission briefing.

He leaves the bed sometimes, haunted by things he doesn’t name. You find him on the couch at 3AM, blanket half-fallen off. You start joining him there without a word. Eventually, he starts staying in bed more.

Compliments don’t come easy. “You’re gonna give me a heart atta— I mean, you look good.” He stumbles through the words like they’re live grenades. But the pink in his ears gives him away every time.

Forehead kisses. Always gentle. Always meaningful. When you’re sick. When you’ve had a long day. When he’s just happy you’re still here.

With you, he’s not U.S. Agent. Not a soldier. Not some broken weapon. He’s just John. And slowly, he starts liking who that is.

He used to laugh off therapy. Now, he’ll quietly bring it up. “My therapist said somethin’ like that last week.” And he listens better now — to you, to himself.

There’s a photo of you in his wallet. Tucked behind an old picture of his parents and Lamar. When you find it, he just says, “You’re family now,” and looks away before his voice can crack.

He always pretends he doesn’t care about birthdays — but on yours, he goes all out. Wrapped presents, handwritten card, a store-bought cake that somehow still feels personal.

He’s weirdly formal around your friends. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.” You tease him for it, but deep down, he just doesn’t want to embarrass you. He wants to be enough.

There’s a chipped mug you love, and he always saves it for you. It’s the first thing he washes, every time. “It’s your mug,” he says, like it’s obvious.

If you fall asleep on the couch, he doesn’t wake you. Just lowers the volume and adjusts the blanket like it’s the most important job he’s ever had.

He can’t flirt to save his life. “You got… strong handwriting.” It’s awkward. It’s endearing. It’s real.

“Darlin’” slips out when he’s tired or distracted. Then he’ll pretend he didn’t say it. Like it wasn’t the softest thing you’ve heard all day.

He’s not big on texting. But he sends photos: your mug next to his, your shoes by the door, the sky at sunset when on a mission with the new avengerz. No captions. Just “thought of you.”

You have a drawer at his place. Full of your favorite snacks, that lotion you like, fuzzy socks you only wore once. “Just in case,” he mutters.

He doesn’t know how to handle affection. You touch his face and he closes his eyes like it’s too much. But he never pulls away.

When he’s proud of you, he doesn’t yell or post about it. He wraps you up in his arms and says, “You did good, baby.” Quiet and low. Like it means everything.

NSFW

At first he’s hesitant to be…. Well meaner. He doesn’t want to hurt you, especially with him being a super soldier at that. He’ll be slow and soft, gentle, only fuck in one position: Missionary.

And in the beginning: he won’t let you suck him off, he won’t talk dirty to you, won’t use toys or anything on you. He’s just very vanilla and soft in the beginning.

You would have to repeatedly tell him or beg him to be a tad bit rougher. And when he gets rougher…. he gets rougher.

He’ll fuck like he’s staking a claim — hips snapping hard, hands gripping your thighs, jaw clenched tight as he watches you take every rough inch. He’s got that look like he’s damn well owning you in this moment.

His voice drops low and rough, full of command and hunger: “Take it. That’s it, sweetheart. Let me fuck you open just like that.” You will obey. He won’t take no for an answer.

He lives for your begging. Fingers teasing slow, tongue just grazing your sensitive spots — “Say it. Tell me you want it.” When you finally beg, he grins like a predator ready to pounce.

His fingers curl inside you, thick and relentless, whispering in your ear, “This pussy’s mine, huh? So fuckin’ wet for me.” He’s brutal but worshipful all at once.

Hearing you moan his name drives him wild. Especially when you’re face-down, gasping into the pillow, one hand tangled in your hair, the other locking your hip in place like he won’t let you go.

He’s rough but never careless. Slaps your ass hard enough to sting, grips your neck just right to make your eyes flutter. If you flinch or twitch, he pulls back, kisses your neck, and murmurs, “Color, baby?”

Making you cum over and over is his favorite game. Whether on his tongue, fingers, or cock — he commands, “Again. You’re not done ‘til I say so.” You’re addicted to that rough mercy.

Every time he slides into you, he grunts and groans like it’s the best damn feeling in the world. “Fuck, this pussy’s so tight. So fuckin’ wet for me.” His voice is ragged, hungry, completely undone by you.

When he comes, he growls your name and buries himself deep, holding you tight like you’re the only thing that keeps him grounded. Panting, forehead pressed against your skin, utterly wrecked.

After the storm, he switches to softness — cleaning you up gently, holding you close, whispering “Mine,” like it’s a promise and a prayer.

He loves it when you ride him — watching you bounce with that fierce look, hands on your hips, moaning low. “Fuck, darlin’, you’re so damn pretty when you take me like this.”

Praise turns him to putty. Call him good. Tell him how deep he feels. Say “You’re mine, John.” He grips you tighter and murmurs, “Say it again.”

He’ll hold your wrists lightly but firmly to the bed, eyes locked on yours, growling, “Stay still, baby. Let me fuck you right.”

His dirty talk is a mix of rough commands and desperate worship — “So tight… so wet… just for me. You’re mine, always.”

Oh and this man definitely has a Sir kink or a Captain kink. Call him one of those and he’s readjusting y’all’s position to go rougher.

Aftercare

As soon as it’s over, he goes quiet. Not because he’s checked out — but because he’s trying to come down. His chest is heaving, his arms are shaking, and all he wants is you. He doesn’t even pull out right away, just buries his face in your neck and holds you like he’s anchoring himself to the earth.

“You okay?” His voice is low and raw. He always asks, every single time. Even if you’re blissed out and boneless, even if he was watching your every reaction — he needs to hear it from you. “Too much? Did I go too far?”

He strokes your skin like it’s fragile. Big, rough hands gliding gently over your hips, your back, your thighs. “You did so good, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. “So fuckin’ good for me.”

Clean-up is sacred. He always gets up (sometimes still naked, hair wild, cock still half-hard) to grab a towel and some water. Gently cleans you between the legs, peppering soft kisses to your knees and thighs while he does. “I got you,” he says, again and again.

He puts you in one of his shirts. Usually the one he was wearing earlier — worn and warm, still smelling like cologne and sweat and him. Helps you into it slowly, smoothing your hair back, stealing one last kiss.

Then he pulls you into his chest. Covers you both with the blanket, arms snug around your waist, your face tucked under his chin. His heartbeat is heavy and real under your palm. “You’re everything, y’know that?”

He whispers little things. Not always “I love you” — sometimes it’s “You saved me,” or “Never thought I’d have this again,” or “Don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Raw, grateful, John.

If it was rougher, he runs his hands down your body and checks you over gently. Rubs your wrists if he held them. Kisses any red marks. “I shouldn’t’ve gripped that hard,” he mumbles. “You tell me if I ever overdo it, okay?”

He won’t fall asleep until you do. Even if his eyes are closing, he stays awake, watching your breathing slow, fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. He won’t leave you floating alone in that post-high haze — he grounds you, anchors you, brings you home.

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john walker absolutely MELTS when bombarded with praise and affection from you & bob. blushes cherry red and stutters on his words. loves being fawned over by the two of you and you can’t change my mind. it’s the first type of intimacy he learns with the two of you.

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this is a masterpiece. thinking about all the sounds made from just how much cum he’s fucking back into you. the way it could catch in the hair at the base of his cock, so creamy and thick.

Nasty Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: ABSOLUTE FILTH, Bucky eating your pussy, smut smut smuttt, cum eating, pussy spanking

word count: 1.1k+

nasty!Bucky who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

Bucky gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy, using his metal hand. “asked you a question,” he says sternly, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, Bucky!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl, just needa use your words f’me” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

nasty!Bucky who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his metal fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, doll,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy, again, twice before spreading your thighs further.

His tongue licking around your puckered hole, “gonna let me fuck your? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

nasty!Bucky who fucks you hard just to see you squirt all over him. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g-spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but Bucky won’t have it.

no, his strong palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

his chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. Before you can think too much about it, Bucky’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt. “Hey hey, it’s okay sweet girl, you just needed a good fucking huh?”

he licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“James!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn smirk you love so much.

nasty!Bucky who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

you can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “B-Buck, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, doll,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—fuck sakes—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet. you’re cryin’ for it. My baby’s poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a soft chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, we both know how much you want this, how much you need it.”

nasty!Bucky who can't help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he'd long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he's worth. he didn't give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you're honest, you can't be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

Bucky had inhumane stamina, the super serum obviously had its perks, and the bedroom happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. He can go for hours, never getting tired of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his cock. but when he does finally come, it doesn't mean he's anywhere close to being done with you. He could never get tired of you.

nasty!Bucky fills you with so much of his cum that it can't possibly all fit inside of your pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs, and his heavy balls as it overflows. The soft silk sheets beneath you now soaking with a mix of your cum. Bucky simply doesn't care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

when he eventually pulls out, he's immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you've never looked so messy before, he's sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

He humps the sheets with messy thrusts, “open those eyes for me angel.” You open your eyes and Bucky groans against your cunt, he sucks and bites your clit and it has you whimpering. The look in his eyes is so soft in comparison to how he’s wrecking you. He kisses your clit and moans loudly, his cum spilling all over the sheets but his eyes never left yours.

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well said by @jellyscats !! and i will forever stand on the ground that hating in someone’s anon box is beyond immature and is just juvenile.

like jelly, i invite anyone who has issues with anything i post or write or even requested, into my inbox. i’m always happy to chat and clear things up if needed! i firmly believe none of this was done with malicious intent, and i look forward to moving past this and focusing on writing again. the fact that this became such a big issue before any true communication was had is beyond me.

i’m sure everyone else can relate, but this is my place to relax and escape annoyances from everyday life. and also, it’s just so easy to treat people with kindness.

I’m just now back from the doctors and have some free time so I thought I’d address the post made about me since there’s probably a lot of new people coming from that.

Calzone-d sent me a request to write a blurb about sentry!agent x reader which I did and was pretty proud off.A couple of days later I received an anonymous ask that truthfully I did take as an accusation of copying because of the way it was worded but I answered to the best of my ability,explaining that everything I have written is just based on the prompt that was given to me. Nowhere in that ask,that turned out to be bunni, did they ever explain that they were putting the blame on the person who sent in the request or anons who take ideas from others and use them as requests.

That ask from bunni was then followed by another,which did nothing to clear up anything but instead to me read as incredibly passive aggressive. Nowhere did they tell me any details of the original fic or explain,they just told me they felt the need to point it out.

I invited them to chat in my dms where they then explained that they were not putting the blame on me(which truthfully could have been said publicly in the ask they sent)but rather on the person who sent the request. They then said that I had the power to control what I write,which is true, but how could I possibly know that a request sent by someone else had been inspired by another persons writing.

Bunni could have easily just slid into my dms and made me aware, or better yet slid into the DMs of calzone-d but it seems like they wanted to cause drama or some sort of beef.

I then went on my main account to vent,nothing insidious just a silly little post because never did I think there would be drama the first week i’m back writing. was it stupid and childish,yeah probably but at the time it didn’t feel like a big deal to vent my frustration on my own blog.

I just want to say I have never,ever stolen anyone’s writing,everything I’ve written has been from my own mind or drawing inspiration from my previous writing. the amount of downright vile anons i’m getting is ridiculous. it is funny how most of the hate asks I’m getting are from the same account though.

to me an entire post about the situation is doing nothing but trying to add fuel to the fire,and it seems bunni has only done that because they were upset about my post on my main and took it personally.

Anyway this is probably the last i’ll speak on it on here but dms are open if you do wanna chat! anon messages have been turned off for right now because im in no place to deal with the hatefulness right now.

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totally tries to be so nonchalant about it! once you press up against his prostate that’s when he says fuck it and just allows himself to feel good and enjoy it :,) he’s never even known that being touched there feels that good so watching him try (and fail) to keep his noises in would SEND me

I’m thinking about pegging John Walker for the first time though and I bet he would be so fucking loud for you when you fuck him