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Make It Up To You

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: John Walker x Reader

Summary: After John scares off a guy you're trying to hook up with, he wants to make it up to you.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - dirty talk, oral sex (F receiving), slight degradation, slight exhibitionism, pet names, language, fluff, John being an idiot.

I dont know why, but I got really bad writer's block writing the smut part of this, so I'm not sure how happy I am with it. May be revised later, but I wanted to get something out.

Group outings and parties in general with the Thunderbolts were a little odd. The weirdest part was that half the group couldn't actually get drunk. Alexei, Bucky, and John were all unaffected by alcohol because of the super soldier serum. You all had a feeling Bob probably would be too thanks to Sentry, but with his history of drug addiction, he tried to stay away from it mainly for that reason. You all unquestionably supported him in that.

On one hand, this meant your group had built-in babysitters. You, Yelena, and Ava really didn't have to worry about getting too drunk to get home because one of the boys would always make sure you were safe. Not that you all couldn't handle yourselves anyway, but they were all still overprotective by nature.

John and Bucky were usually the two sticks in the mud. Actually, John, even more so than Bucky. Alexei and Bob would happily dance or do whatever fun activity you had planned. Especially once Bob got more confident in himself. You even managed to get Bucky to dance occasionally if the music was right. John always sat like a watchdog despite your constant attempts to pull him out of his shell.

You had tried numerous times to get him to dance with you. Shamelessly flirting and grinding up against him in the process. There had always been a bit of a flirtation there, even when you weren't drinking. When you were drinking, though, you clung to him like a koala bear, and according to Bucky and Alexei, John seemed over the moon about it. He never did anything about it the next day, though. Once the alcohol was out of your system and your bravery fell back behind your fear of rejection.

You were getting tired of your advances going unreciprocated. You were frustrated in more ways than one. That's why as Yelena and Ava were calling the boys, ready to be herded back to the Watchtower, you decided to stay and flirt with a guy across the bar you had been dancing with.

As you walked the two of them outside to hand them off to the boys, Yelena checked to make sure you weren't too drunk to make a rational choice. That you weren't letting hormones and alcohol make your decisions for you. Like any good friend would.

“Not that I'm going to miss your drunken attempts to mount Walker again, but are you sure this is a good idea? You are drunk. Are you at least armed? Here, take my knife.”

You actually weren't that drunk. You were delightfully tipsy. You had also decided you were done waiting for John to make a move. You took the knife she pulled from somewhere on her person. You had no idea where she had concealed it and tucked it into the top of your stiletto boot.

“Yes, Yelena. If you check your phone, you'll also see I already sent you a pic of the guy, so if im not home by tomorrow afternoon, you know who to kill. I'm tired of letting fancy underwear go to waste. You know I'll be fine. I'll text you every few hours. Okay?”

You kissed her forehead and gave her and Ava a group hug. All 3 of you giggled before you steered them over to where the boys were waiting. She yelled over her shoulder as she waved you back into the bar.

“Fine, enjoy your boytoy! Use protection and make sure he knows who we are.”

You waved at the group, with Bob happily waving back before you turned and strutted back inside. What you were a touch to tipsy to notice was the blonde super soldier who stealthily followed you. Staking out a spot in the corner where he could keep an eye on you. Not liking the idea of leaving you alone at all.

He became even less fond of it when the man approached you at the bar. Quickly snuggling his way behind you. John's gut lurched when he saw you laugh and run your arm up the stranger’s chest. His blood pressure was pounding in his ears by the time he watched you dance with the other man.

His hands were on your hips. Your hands were around his neck. Your eyes slipped closed as he whispered something in your ear that had you sinfully biting your lower lip. The final straw was when one of the man's hands drifted down to grab the swell of your ass and his lips went to your neck.

Before he could even get a good handful of flesh, his fingers were yanked back, and his arm twisted behind him as he was pushed away from you and pinned to the wall. Somehow, very few people noticed the commotion. You, on the other hand, were royally pissed.

“John! Let him go! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

John had already grabbed your arm and was pulling you out of the side exit of the bar before you even finished the sentence. Away from everyone. Especially the man who had his hands all over you. The quiet, dark alleyway suddenly becomes the scene of your argument and perhaps John's death at your hands.

“He was about to grab your ass!”

“Yeah, John. No shit. That's what I wanted him to do. In fact, I wanted him to do a hell of a lot more than that. Thanks to you though, he's probably gonna be too scared to even come near me now.”

He huffed at your statement. Planting his hands on his hips and making a face like he couldn't believe you actually wanted that other guy to touch you. Like you were already John's, and he had just forgotten to tell you about it.

“So now I'm just nothing to you?!”

You were dumbfounded at what he had just said. Your brow furrowing in confusion before you realized what he had even meant by that.

“What?! John, we've never done anything. YOU never do anything! Despite me throwing myself at you over and over. So forgive me if I got tired of waiting on you and found someone instead who actually wanted to fuck me.”

You suddenly realized you may have poked the bear a little too hard. His eyes shot back up to yours, and he stalked toward you. You backed up on instinct but only got a couple of steps before your back hit the concrete wall off the building behind you. The alleyway suddenly seemed much darker than before as he caged you in. An arm on either side of your body, his palms flat against the wall.

“You think I don't want to fuck you?! Every time you touch me it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to throw you down and ruin you in front of everyone. Pound into you until you're screaming my name. I think about you every fucking night when I'm alone. Whatever new way you've tortured me with that day. Whether it be you shamelessly bending over right in front of me in training, the little extra wiggle in your hips that you think I don't notice when I pin you on the mat, or the way you grind up against me when you've had a couple drinks like a bitch in heat. Thought you liked acting like a little slut just for me. Then I see you all over someone else. Guess I was wrong, huh? You just do that for everyone.”

He had you in the palm of his hand, ready to drop to your knees for him up until that very last sentence. In typical Walker fashion, he accidentally stepped over the line without even realizing it.

Your nostrils flared as your anger piqued again. Not at him calling you a little slut or a bitch in heat. No, that had you borderline dripping, but at the fact that he seemed to assume you would continue to fawn over him with no indication it was actually getting you anywhere. You knew the man had an ego, but it took everything in you not to slap him outright.

Instead, you felt the tears starting to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Your anger melting into helpless frustration. Your head turning to the side and biting your lip, trying to force them back down. Willing yourself not to cry in front of him.

When you finally turned back you saw the confusion blooming beneath the heat in his eyes. Finally realizing he stepped over the line. He knew he had fucked up. He had seen how the streetlight caught the glint of sadness in your eyes. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to come up with something, anything, to say.

“God John. You can be such a fucking asshole. It was just for you, because I like you. I wanted you, but I repeat, YOU never did anything! You think I'm gonna keep throwing myself at you when you have shown zero intent to actually acknowledge me? Think again. I'm not some fucking toy for you to ignore until someone else is interested. Let's just go home. You've just effectively cockblocked me and now my night is ruined. Thank you for that.”

He was speechless. You might as well have slapped him by the look on his face. Thinking you had still been trying with him and only now realizing his words had actually wounded you. That was the last thing he had wanted to do. He was gutted by your response.

You went to shove your way past his arm to get out of the situation. If you were really lucky, you could catch up with the others and pretend this encounter never happened. He pulled you back. Bringing one hand up to cup your cheek in his calloused palm.

“Hey, hey. No. Look at me. I'm sorry. Okay? I shouldn't have said that. I went too far. I'm not sorry about not letting him touch you, though. I just don't know how to do this. I don't know how to show you that I want you to. I'm a fucking idiot. That shouldn't be news, but I really do like you. A lot. Fuck. I hated seeing you with someone else tonight. Give me one more chance okay? Let me prove to you that I want you so badly. Let me show you. Let me try to un-ruin your night.”

You couldn't help it. There was a pathetic-ness about John Walker that you couldn't resist. He lowered his forehead to lean against yours before letting his hands shift from pressing into the wall beside you to sitting tentatively on your hips. Waiting for any form of objection. When you didn't immediately push him away, he took it as a green light to continue.

His hands were shaking as he let his fingers start to dance up and down your sides. Feeling your curves under his fingertips like he was memorizing a map. A low noise akin to a growl coming from his throat as he let his fingertips dance over the outsides of your breasts before lowering back down to sit in the crease of your hips.

With the reverence of a man bringing himself to kneel before a religious altar, John dropped to his knees in front of you. His fingers draging down your hips and onto your bare thighs. Ghosting his lips over your clothed abdomen before gazing up at you. His pupils blown and his blue eyes begging for you to allow him to keep going. You gave him no resistance.

His lips fell to the inside of your thigh as he shifted one arm to lift your left leg up and over his shoulder. A soft “please” mumbled against your skin as he positioned you exactly how he wanted you. Waiting for your explicit consent before moving forward.

You brought one hand to comb through his blonde hair. Ruffling it from its perfect placement. His pretty blue eyes closing and a sharp exhale coming from his lips at the contact from you. His fingertips kneaded into your thighs a little bit harder. His teeth nip as high up on your inner thigh as he could get without his nose brushing your panties.

You let your hips shift away from the wall and towards his face as you nodded your head. Adding a whispered “yes, John.” That you knew his enhanced hearing would pick up. You also guessed because of his enhanced sense of smell. He also knew you were soaked for him.

He carefully started nuzzling his way under your skirt. Placing a tentative kiss over your panties. Testing the waters before he truly let himself go. A smirk on his lips when he heard your breath hitch and your mouth drop open. Ready to beg him for more.

He started to lick at your clit through the fabric of your panties. His fingers reaching for the waistband before deciding to simply rip them off of you instead. Tearing first the left hip that was closest to his face and then the right. Using his teeth to pull the fabric away from your body. Before taking them and sticking your now destroyed panties in his jacket pocket.

Bringing both of his large hands to grab ahold of your bare ass, staking his claim and leaving his fingerprints on the skin, you almost let someone else have minutes ago. Now thoroughly marked as his as he got his first full taste of your cunt. His tongue licking a wide flat stripe from the base of your opening to the top of your clit.

Your head dropping back against the cement wall behind you and a hand flying to your mouth to cover the moan that ripped through your chest.

The sight of the normally composed John Walker on his knees, hair mused, pupils blown wide, and lips swollen from sucking on your clit in a public place was enough on its own to push you towards climax. You couldn't help the spasm that tore through you as his long fingers started to move faster, and he hit the perfect spot inside you. The one that made your head spin.

You could feel him grin against your skin. Thoroughly pleased with your response to his touch. Repeating the same motion a few more times. Leaving a soft open mouth kiss on your clit in between each lick.

Part of him wanted to take his time with you. Really drag this out. He knew you were probably running on borrowed time, though. You were in a public alleyway. Anyone could walk by and overhear or see what was happening. A staff member could open the back door of the bar and be face to face with you any minute. As much as he wanted to savor this, he needed to get you off without taking too much time.

The last thing any of you needed was it to be splashed all over the internet that two of the New Avengers were caught getting naughty in an alley. He knew that he especially would never live it down.

He sucked your clit into his mouth harshly. Growling at the feeling of your fingers tightening in his hair. Moving his hands so one was holding the front of your hip firm enough to help keep you upright. The other circling around to tease the crease of your inner thigh. Letting his thumb drag over your slick entrance as he continued to suck on you.

You were plenty wet already and deliciously warm. You were just as ready for him as he was for you. He was half tempted to fuck you right now instead, but he owed you for dragging his feet all this time. You deserved for him to worship at your feet. His lips pulled away from your flesh just long enough to position his middle finger against your twitching hole.

He pressed in slowly, and your body responded greedily. Your hips rolled, begging for more even as his finger bottomed out inside you. He started with short shallow thrusts. The pad of his finger stroking your front wall. You were perfect. More than he had ever fantasized about.

“Fuck, you have no idea how much I've thought about this.”

John felt your gaze drop to look at him as you finally moved your hand from covering your mouth. Gripping onto the wall next to you and clawing at it. He glanced up at you through his blonde lashes as he lowered his mouth back to your bud. Softly lapping at it with the same tortureously slow tempo he worked his finger.

“More, John. Please. Need more!”

Who was he to deny you when you asked so nicely? He sucked your clit into his mouth shaking his head before letting go. Pulling his hand away and slapping at your cunt once before taking his middle and index fingers in his mouth. His eyes nearly rolled back at the tang of your arousal.

“You got it, darlin. I'm gonna take good care of you.”

He wasted no time in replacing his fingers. Feeling you stretch around his thick digits. If you were this tight on his fingers he couldn't imagine how you were going to feel on his cock. He bit his bottom lip and moaned thinking about it.

As soon as he brought himself up to stand in front of you, he started kissing up your chest and neck. Eventually, he made his way to your lips. His hands gripped tightly on your hips to make sure you stayed standing. Your hands flew back into his blonde hair. Pulling at it and raking your nails along his scalp.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, want you to cum for me.”

Your hips bucked as he repeated the motion. A wicked grin on his face before he dove back in. Alternating between licking and sucking at your sensitive pearl. Testing what shapes he could draw and going back to the ones that made you pull his hair tighter. When he heard your voice shift an octave higher, he doubled his efforts.

Sucking as hard as he could and laving his tongue over you at the same time. His fingers gained speed as the wet sound of your cunt trying to hold onto him got louder. He moaned against you at the sound of your slick and your taste overwhelming him.

The vibration from deep in his throat, along with his perfectly angled fingers, was what tipped you over the edge. Your knees shook as you threw your head back and bit your lip. Trying not to draw attention to yourself. Both hands now firmly planted in his soft blonde hair as you humped against his face. Broken moans falling from you.

John swore he was in heaven at that moment. The only thing tethering him to the Earth was the sting of his scalp from the tugging of your fingers. The feeling of you soaking his hand and the taste of your nectar begging him to keep going. To make you cum again, but he knew that if he kept going you wouldn't be able to walk back to the tower under your own power.

As it was, you were barely standing. Your pussy still contracting around his fingers as he kept working your g-spot. Making sure to drag out your orgasm every second he could. Your breath stuttering and your high pitched whines slowly started to fade as you rode the crest of your high. Letting the tension in your low belly melt away and any lingering frustration drift into the distance.

A delighted hum coming from your lips as you savored the last electric sparks of your climax. You were still aware of John's movements. The sting on your labia from his beard. All the wonderful sensations lingering in your extremities.

He let you catch your breath as you came down from your high. Carefully easing his fingers out of you once your cunt stopped fluttering and licking them clean before bringing both hands to rub against your hips. Pressing kisses against your pubic bone, his beard tickling your clit just enough to make you shudder.

Once he felt your fingers start to release the death grip you had on his hair, he eased your leg off of his shoulder and made sure you were able to stand on your own feet without falling. He couldn't help but smile at the little half-hearted grunt you gave when he finally pulled his mouth away from you.

If John had his way, he would be back there soon enough. He started adjusting your skirt back down to cover your lower half. Straightening the seams at your sides and making sure everything else on your outfit was in place. Your hair and the expression on your face still gave away that you had been ravaged, but the rest of you at least looked put back together.

John licked across your lower lip, and you gladly welcomed him in. The taste of yourself on his tongue re-igniting the hunger in you. After another minute of making out, you let one hand drop down his chest and started to reach for his belt. Ready to either drop to your knees and return the favor or hop into his arms and have him fuck you raw right there.

You whined against his lips in protest as he caught your hand and stopped you before you could get a hold of the bulge in his pants. He had to chuckle at your frustration as you whined his name. Trying to convince him to let you continue. His Georgia drawl came out as he talked you down.

“Uh-uh Darlin’. This was about me apologizin’ to you for being an idiot. Now I wanna do this right. I'm not expecting anything in return before I've earned it.”

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. If his tongue was anything to go by, his dick would be worth the wait. You still couldn't help but sound slightly disappointed when you finally answered.

“Okay John. Consider yourself forgiven, for now, at least. Come on, take me home?”

Before he let you start walking, he took off his jacket and slipped it over your shoulders. Leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. A proud smile on his face as he pulled back to look down at you one more time. Then, he held his arm out for you to take.

You leaned up to press another sweet kiss to his lips before adjusting his jacket and taking hold of his arm with both hands. More confidence in his step as he started to lead you back to the tower.

“So… how do you feel about going out on a date with me sometime?”

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 months ago

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NSFW Alphabet

John F. Walker (US Agent)

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is pretty great at aftercare, actually. He will check in with you to make sure you are okay and help clean you up. I think he's the kind of guy who would immediately shift to put himself in the wet spot so you can have the dry comfy spot without even saying a word about it. I also think he is a massive fan of cuddling after sex, even if he doesn't necessarily say it. If you try to get up to get dressed or do anything more than pee, he's immediately trying to pull you back into bed and wrapping himself around you. He likes cuddling with you completely bare against him. Especially once he's really let himself fall for you. He has missed being held and holding someone in return. He didn't even realize how much he missed it, but he did.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think John has a lot of things he likes about himself. I think he's very proud of his muscles. Even before the serum, he worked really hard for them. I think he likes his eyes. They are what people tend to compliment the most. I think his favorite thing, though, is his smile. He was always smiling in photos before. He sees the posters and pictures of him smiling proudly, and now, whenever he smiles, he tries to channel that confidence again. That's part of why he grew the beard. To disguise from the fact that his smile was so different now. He can never quite get the smile to go all the way up to his eyes. Until you. You brought back his genuine smile again.

In his partner, I feel like John likes the curvier bits. Hips and thighs. He likes having something to grip onto. Something that jiggles when he fucks you. Something he can cuddle into and snuggle up with. A part of him also likes the idea that you have birthing hips. He wants more kids. The caveman part of his brain immediately hones in on the fact that you are built perfectly for that. He'd be lying if he said he didn't also love leaving little bruises and marks over the soft skin of your hips and thighs. If he's eating you out he's gonna be biting your inner thighs at least a couple times. If you're on top he's holding onto your hips so tight you're gonna have fingerprints.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

At first he's very particular about only cumming in your mouth or in your pussy. After you catch him watching porn one day you find out he really has a fantasy about cumming all over your face and tits. It hadn't really been a huge turn on before, but he cums a lot now because of the serum and that makes the idea all the more appealing to him. He loves the idea of essentially marking your body. Of you letting him cover you in himself. It’s possessive and intimate all at the same time. Since he can cum multiple times in a short period thanks to the serum he will be especially over the moon if you let him cum inside you and then all over you, back to back. He'll think he's died and gone to heaven if you let him take a video of it or pictures of you afterward for when he's away on a mission. The first time cums all over your pussy he swears it could be considered art. If he's feeling romantic or his breeding kink is going full strength he just wants to cum in your pussy. Filling you up and then daydreaming about getting the second chance at the happy life with a white picket and you bouncing his babies on your hip. Except this time he won't fuck it up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is absolutely dying to fuck you while he's still wearing his suit. It's his biggest fantasy. He's praying you will ask him when he gets back from a mission and tends to linger before he takes it off or tries it on at random times in hopes you'll figure out what he wants. He doesn't want to ask for it, but absolutely wants it to happen. He loves that it makes him feel manly and in command. He also knows he looks pretty damn hot in it. In particular, pressed up against the wall with you hanging onto the harness for his shield or with you bent over in front of a mirror. Also he would really like it if you happened to call him Captain while he's fucking you in the suit. Actually he's gonna need to fuck you in the suit at least twice. Once with the helmet on and once without

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I tend to believe he and Olivia were each other's first. So he has maybe only had a couple of partners. Obviously, he was with Olivia for a long time, and they have a kid, so he knows what he's doing. He's also very much an overachiever. That being said, I think the variety of his experience is pretty limited. Probably hasn't done much beyond what would be considered vanilla. That doesn't mean he's not open to it. You just may have to teach him, and he will 1000% pretend he knows all of this already, even if it is completely new. I also don't know that I see him going above and beyond to learn if you aren't doing it with him. He's got tried and true ways of getting himself off. He feels there's no need to fix it if it ain't broken.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press or horizontal cowgirl with him fucking up into you instead of you doing the work. He likes positions that feel a little intense where he can press his body tight to yours and give him a lot of control over speed and depth. He's a control freak with abandonment issues. He wants to be in charge and he wants to know you aren't going anywhere until he's done with you. Mating press is his go-to on any given day. Something feels very primal about it and the way it opens you up for him, but he still gets all the benefits of missionary like being able to kiss and talk to you. Horizontal cowgirl is his pick if he's feeling a little subby. He'll let you have control at the start, let you set the pace and ride him, but by the end he's usually holding you against his chest so tight you can't move and he's busy pounding into you from the bottom. If he's had a really bad day or is really frustrated he wants it in doggy or prone. A position where he can just go to town and fuck the shit out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is a definite dork, but that definitely doesn't translate to the bedroom. He can be a smartass in both normal situations and sexy ones, but he generally considers sex to be a more serious intimate moment. It's somewhere he can let his guard down and doesn't have to hide behind his shield or his sarcasm. You get to see a side of him no one else does. A side that isn't protecting itself with sarcastic humor or hidden by ego. He almost feels like these moments between you are sacred. You get glimpses of the sweet man he was before the military really got a hold of him, and before the government decided he was a weapon to be discarded once he made them look bad. You can see why Olivia had fallen for him, and yet at the same time, you can see why him changing broke her. He has a lot of heart, he has just built up so many walls around it it's not always obvious to everyone else.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's meticulous about it. He doesn't necessarily mean to be, but it's something harmless he can obsess over when he gets in his head. He's been told by strangers that he looks better with the beard. You kind of agree, but you tell him you'd love him either way. He keeps everything trimmed. He's not insanely hairy, just enough to feel manly to you. You love to run your fingers through the hair on his chest and tease him about how you never thought you'd be with a blonde guy and how you always liked guys with dark hair before him. The hair on his chest and his pubic hair is just a touch darker than the hair on his head. It's more the same color as his beard. He's still blonde all over, though. When you want to get frisky in the mornings, you love waking him up by letting your fingers start on his chest and slowly tease over his abdomen following his happy trail until you are stroking him. He practically starts purring when you do this.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He gets very in the moment. Totally focused on the task at hand, getting both of you off. Sometimes, he does lean more romantic. I firmly believe there is still a soft sweet hopeless romantic guy in there somewhere. He's just buried deep, and he has to trust you before revealing that side of himself. Even when it isn't overly romantic or soft, it's still very intimate and intense. As we've discussed before, he just wants so much to be good enough and not let people down. He doesn't want to let you down, and he wants to be enough for you. Even if he doubts himself, he's gonna give it everything he has every time. Even when he lets you take charge, he still will make sure that you are satisfied. I think once he falls for you, he falls hard and will do everything in his power to try and communicate how much he cares for you in bed. Sometimes he fucks you, but sometimes he full on makes love to you.

J = Jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off a lot. Partly because of the serum, and his stamina will always outpace yours. He can jerk off in the morning and still have plenty to give you that night. Partly for stress relief. It's a good way to get his mind off something that is bothering him. You have caught him a few times. Walking in on him with some sort of porn on, his eyes closed and his hips thrusting up into his fist. It's gotten common enough at this point that you think he might like it when you catch him. Especially if you start teasing him about how needy he is. He always cums really quickly when you playfully scold him about jerking off when all he had to do was ask for your pussy and he could have had the real thing. He jerks off the most when one of you is away on a mission. In these instances he's almost always thinking of you and how he'd much rather be in bed with you moaning underneath him than stuck God knows where dealing with idiots.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. He wants to hear how good he feels. How good he's making you feel. How big his cock is. How well he fucks you. He wants you to tell him he's pretty and that you want him more than you've ever wanted anymore. If you tell him he's a good boy he will practically spontaneously combust. He can almost cum just from your praise alone. He just wants to be loved and told he's enough, both in and out of the bedroom.

Breeding kink. He also didn't really consider this to be a kink necessarily until you mentioned it. Humans are supposed to procreate, right? Isn't everyone turned on by the idea of breeding their partner? He didn't really dirty talk that much until you started encouraging him to say those thoughts out loud. Now, there are days where all he can think about is knocking you up. How sexy you would look with a pregnant belly and swollen breasts. Talking about cumming in you over and over until you are leaking him for days and your body has no choice but to give him a kid.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Not a fan of PDAs, so he definitely prefers the bedroom. He's not opposed to other places for quickies, though. He likes being in a safe place with you where he can really let his guard down. Let his mind and body relax and indulge. The place he's most comfortable doing that is in one of your bedrooms. He also really likes to cuddle after sex, but he will never admit it out loud. That's much easier to play off as “making you comfortable” in bed. That being said if one of you, or both of you, have been on a long mission he's not opposed to fucking you the first place he can get you alone. Especially if he's still wearing his suit, as we discussed earlier. At least one team member has almost walked in on you in a closet or bathroom or something. There was also an incident on the jet that made Yelena consider pouring bleach in her eyes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Praise and genuine affection. At this point, he's so used to everybody either taking the piss out of him or treating him like dirt. If you actually treat him kindly he'll follow you like a puppy. He's not used to soft things anymore, and it makes his mind spin a little when you don't immediately start making jokes at his expense. We've all agreed this man desperately craves praise both in and out of the bedroom. If you want to get him going, all you have to do is hold him close and whisper in his ear how sexy he looks or how good he did on a mission or in an interview. If you think to call him Captain or Agent, his knees will go a little wobbly. I also think he's a very visual guy. So you in his shirt or any sort of lingerie, doesn't matter if it's something fancy or just a silky nightie, will get his blood flowing south pretty quickly

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Swinging or watching you with someone else is a non-starter. This man can get very possessive. He doesn't even like it when someone else flirts with you, even if its a mutual friend. He sure as shit isn't gonna let someone else fuck you. I also see him as being a pretty faithful guy. I dont even think hes the kind of guy who would be into strip clubs if he has a hot woman he loves waiting at home. He doesn't want anyone else so the idea of swinging is a hard pass. He would feel like he was cheating even if it was something you both agreed to. He's not very kinky. So I see a lot of freakier stuff being a turn off for him. Handcuffs and spanking? He'll figure it out. Whips and chains or full on BDSM? Nope. Not for him. Also not a fan of weapons play in the bedroom. That's a part of his life he'd rather keep separate from sexy time. I don't think he'd be into exhibitionism or voyeurism either. Unless it's just you and him watching each other. That he can get into.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If you ask him, he'll definitely tell you he prefers to be the one receiving. He loves how you work him so well. How manly he feels when you are on your knees focusing on his pleasure. He loves when you moan around his cock like he's the most delicious treat you've ever had. He's particularly sensitive when you start licking and sucking on his balls. He can't keep himself from fucking your throat when you look up at him while you take his whole cock in your mouth and suck.

However, the way he eats your pussy, you have a sneaking suspicion he actually prefers to be the one giving. His eyes never leaving your cunt and his mouth working overtime to bring you to climax. He wants you pulling his hair and grinding against his face. It's not uncommon for him to leave hickeys on your inner thighs almost every time you have sex. He gets so into it he ends up humping the bed more often than not. For a guy who says he's not that crazy about eating pussy, he eats it like his life depends on it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Let's just say if you share a wall with anyone, you will be hearing a lot of complaints from them. On occasion, he can be slow and romantic. Long and deep thrusts. Talking to you the whole time. Fingers interlocked with yours. Lots of kissing. More often, though the super soldier serum and the way he tends to hold onto his emotions leads to rougher sex or at the very least faster thrusting on his part. He gets too into it to be slow. Even if he tries to start slow, by the end the bedframe is creaking, and the drywall behind the headboard is starting to crumble. He's broken at least one bedframe so far, and he's stupidly proud of it. You were slightly mortified when you had to explain to Val how your bed had been completely demolished and that you needed a new one. Perhaps a reinforced one. John just sat there with a big stupid grin on his face the whole time. Also, as mentioned in my headcanons, this has led to a bruised cervix at least once or twice. Or, at the very least, you are walking and sitting very awkwardly for a couple of days.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's absolutely down for a quickie. Especially since with the serum, he's good to go for multiple rounds. At the start of your relationship, he's pretty insatiable. So quickies are a must. If you are alone on a mission together, as soon as the work is done he's pulling you away for a quickie. He does generally prefer not to have to rush his time with you, but he will absolutely never turn down a quickie. Especially if he's a bit upset or frustrated, a quickie is a great way to get him in a better mood. The team immediately calls on you when he's being extra bitchy. He does tend to get a really dopey smile on his face afterward that always gives it away to anyone who knows him though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not opposed to trying some new things, but he does like being in his comfort zone and knowing exactly what is going to happen. This is part of why he leans towards constantly being the dominant one. He will try new positions without any hesitation. New surfaces? It depends on where they are and the variables around privacy. Toys or role-playing or anything he'll have a little bit more hesitation with, and you will probably need to bring them up multiple times before he agrees to try them. Eventually, he will probably give in. Especially if the role play you want to do is him as a star quarterback and you as a cheerleader. He also won't take the risk of sex interfering with a mission. Even if it's just the two of you alone in a secluded safe house, he won't give into his urges or yours until the work is done. Once the mission is completed, he'll take you the first chance he gets, but he takes too much pride in his job to let anything else come first.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a super soldier. His stamina is off the charts. He doesn't necessarily worry about making each round last a long time because he knows he will be able to go multiple. It's also probably the first time he's really getting to test what the serum has done to him in the bedroom. Somedays, he's probably gonna wanna test how many rounds he can go. Somedays, he's gonna wanna see how long he can last before cumming. He isn't gonna push you past your limits though. Once you tap out he's probably done. He'd rather save the energy for you than exert it by himself when he could be taking care of you… unless you really want him to. We know he is probably very eager to please. You want to watch him or talk him through what you want him to do, he'll put on the best show for you he can. That happens fairly often, actually.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He knows you have them, and he's not gonna stop you from using them, but he's not crazy about them. If he's on a mission, then sure, go ahead and use them on yourself. Especially if you are thinking about him while using them. He knows that he shouldn't be threatened by them, and he's slowly coming around to your bullet vibrator. Especially after you showed him you could use it on him during a blowjob. He still generally lets you be the one to bring it up, and you be the one holding it. Anything bigger or more phallic he's still not sure about. We know he has insecurities around being enough. That would apply to comparing himself to your toys too. If you have a realistic looking dildo he doesn't really want to know about it, even if it's to send him a naughty video while he's away. Maybe someday, a part of his brain is very curious, but he's more worried about how he will start to compare himself to the toy after he sees you cumming from it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does like to tease. He gets off on you begging for him. He needs you to nerd him. So he will tease you until you are pleading for him. Biting and licking at your thighs and the creases of your hips until you are gripping his hair and trying to push his face into your cunt. Letting his fingers dance around your clit without making direct contact or circling your entrance painfully slowly. Using just the tip of his cock until you are writhing and crying for more. His patience for being teased is not great though. Sometimes he loves it, but if he's having a bad day he will pout and whine if you try to tease him. Ultimately reminding you that he is a super soldier and can stop your little game whenever he wants. You know when he says this he's giving you a warning that he's at the end of his rope.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Just like when he fights, there's lots of grunting, growling, and snarling during sex. Baring his teeth when he gets close to climax. He doesn't even realize all the noises he's making when he gets really into it. He will also encourage you to praise him at every turn. Asking if something he's doing feels good or if you like how he feels inside you. He's not a screamer, but he's certainly not quiet in the bedroom. He loves hearing you talk to him during sex. So he may not talk at length, but he will encourage you to be as elaborate and filthy as you can. Give him directions and feedback. Overwhelm all of his senses. Make him forget everything but how he's making you feel with every deep thrust of his cock or lick of his tongue.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would absolutely love his partner to do a striptease for him or give him a lap dance. This man craves attention. Having all your attention on him as you put on a naughty little show for him is a dream come true. The thought of you slowly taking off your clothes and wiggling around naked in his lap just for his enjoyment makes him downright giddy. It's an extra boost to his ego if you get aroused and wet doing this for him. He won't really ask you to do this for him, but he will be happy as a clam if you come up with the idea. If you take a pole dance class with the girls for shits and giggles, he will ask to see what you learned with a cheeky grin on his face. He knows you can't say no when he smiles at you like that. Although be warned, there is no way he's keeping his hands to himself during the lap dance portion. At the very least, he's gripping onto your hips or fondling your breasts. By the end of the song, he'll probably have his fingers inside you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The serum didn't really change much here. He didn't completely change size like Steve or get a ton more muscle mass like Bucky. When he's soft, he's the same size he always was. Average. It's not huge, but not small. Like most men, he probably wishes he was a little bigger, but he's not unhappy with it. He was pleasantly surprised the first time he got hard after taking the serum that he was about an inch longer and a bit thicker than he was before. I definitely think he has measured to confirm this. He knows that you don't know that the serum did this, but it's probably come up during foreplay that you are getting the bigger post-serum version of him. You tell him you would have been happy with either version, but he's really proud of it now. He also leaks a lot more pre-cum now than he used to. It has made his alone time better, no need for extra lube, and if you like it, he's even happier about it. Bringing your hand to stroke him through his underwear. Ready to have you feel how wet you get him. How much you turn him on.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I feel like he's got massive pent-up energy and has probably been denying himself a lot of things since the events of Falcon and The Winter Soldier. Sex and human touch in general included. I think it's gonna be like shaking a soda can then popping the top. He's literally going to explode once you ceack the seal. He will not be able to get enough. Between his super soldier stamina and all the repressed emotions and energy, you'll be spending a lot of time with him inside you. You are an outlet for his emotions. After one or both of you has been on a mission plan on keeping your schedule completely open for the next day. He feels like he's borderline addicted to fucking you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a while to fall asleep. He also sometimes has nightmares about his experiences as a soldier. So even when he's asleep, it's not necessarily restful. He will always wait until you fall asleep before he lets himself fall asleep. He just feels like he can protect you better that way. Holding you however you need him to and just lay there thinking about things. Sometimes, he gets too into his own head to sleep. He likes having some sort of background noise on. Usually some movie or sitcom. Sometimes, he will just lay there and watch you sleep, the tempo of your breathing like a metronome lulling him to sleep himself. He does generally sleep more soundly if you are there next to him. I can also see him being a giant teddy bear who likes to cuddle you close as he falls asleep and when he wakes up. There have been times you've woken up unable to move because a certain super soldier has you pinned to the mattress in his sleep.

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