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May I present to you, courtesy of this new deleted scene... more examples of noises I think John Walker makes during sex. In honor of the V letter in my NSFW Alphabet from yesterday.

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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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John Walker NSFW Alphabet coming tomorrow! I'm so happy I seem to be getting back in the groove of writing again.

Also, do I need to watch Night Swim now? I feel like I should. Because this...

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Oh my god, yes! I need Val going full Selina at them. I'm also gonna need Gary Cole back as some variation of Kent. Maybe put him in charge of Thunderbolts PR?

Actually you wanna know what since I'm here I have a proposition.

I want a season of Thunderbolts on Disney+ that takes place during that 14 month period...

But it's filmed the exact way Veep is filmed. Insults and all. Like play with me here.

You got this rag tag group that's struggling to be taken seriously by the general public. Val can only do so much to legitimize the team on an official level, but they need to appeal to the regular Joes and Janes. So in these 14 months they do missions and pr crap to try and get more respect and shenanigans will obviously ensue.

Honestly though they dont even need like the whole ass missions, this could really just take place in spaces in between the action. Like they just get off a mission, and thats when the episode starts. Anyway I think It would do well... for the people that get it.

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Random Headcanon thoughts...

You cannot convince me this guy is not a big nerd. Ladies man and hottie though he is. Steve was starting fights in the 40's he wanted to go to a science convention. This man would have been a Trekkie.

Bucky is a huge Star Trek fan.

He's a sci-fi nerd all around. He's not anti-Star Wars or anything. He just prefers Star Trek. Although he does wonder now if Lemar picked his codename because of Battlestar Galactica.

That is the future he was promised and the modern world is sorely disappointing in that way.

He is so bummed that replicators and holodecks aren't real. I mean come on, replicators would have solved the great depression food scarcity?! Why is that not a higher priority?!

If the military in the 1930s/1940s was as science & discovery focused as Starfleet, he would have actually signed up instead of getting drafted. (If you are confused about this see debates over his army id number)

The idea that money is no longer used because people do things driven to improve the quality of life for everyone hits him deep, having grown up in the depression. He remembers all the suffering caused by lack of money. He hates that homelessness is still such an issue, especially among vets and those with mental or health issues.

The Borg are his least favorite alien species/villain. Far too reminiscent of his time as the Winter Soldier and the time he's spent learning not to detest his cybernetic arm.

That being said, he does feel a deep personal connection to 7 of 9's story arc. Going from being the bad guy who was taken against his will to a hero is something he has been & is living himself. He feels like 7 would understand all of the complicated feelings he has about himself.

If you ask him, he'll say his favorite captain is Picard. Maybe Kirk sometimes. In reality, he's a Janeway guy. He loves strong women & he feels just as strongly about coffee as she does.

He has started picking up Klingon. The whole team turns when they hear him call John a petaQ while arguing one day. He doesn't even realize he did it until they ask what the hell it means.

He has 100% bought Alpine a stuffed tribble.

Im sure there will be more added to this gradually. I accidentally hit publish before I was ready so I'm finishing this in a hurry.

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Why do I have to do adult things? Interacting with other humans is driving my anxiety mad. Can't I just hide under the bed and write John Walker smut all weekend? I don't want to be responsible. I just want to be in my head. I literally spent 2 hours on the phone today, talking to actual people, because my bank screwed up a credit card payment & I have a medical bill that got sent to collections from it. I desperately want to go full goblin mode right now. Send me thoughts and things, please. The smuttier or fluffier, the better for my current hyperfixations, John, Bucky, and of course, Doctor Strange/Sinister Strange. Also willing to try writing for Bob.

Hoping between tomorrow & Sunday, I can get something finished. Saturday I have to adult & im not happy about it.

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Holy christ, this was hot.

Have you ever tried this one?

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Pairing: John Walker x reader. Word count: 5.2k

Note: Another one inspired by a Sabrina Carpenter song, this time it’s Juno. If you know, you know😉 enjoy 🫶🏼

Description: John had been away on a long mission. A month of nothing but his fist and filthy thoughts of you, edging himself to save it all for you. Every last drop. So when he catches you singing some dirty song about needing it deep? You get exactly what you asked for.

Tags/Warnings: Smut, fem!reader, John gets freaky with his super strength, oral f!rec, only the tip, piv sex, cum play, cum kink (srlsy a lot🙂‍↕️), overstimulation (he just keeps going), so much dirty talk, literally just 5k words of filth with plot.

Happens in the same universe as “Come right on me … I mean camaraderie” but can be read as a stand alone.

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It wasn't John's fault. Not really.

It wasn't his fault Bucky had sent him on a month long mission to a place so remote it didn't even show up on a map. It wasn't his fault the signal was garbage, barely enough to send a text, much less hear your voice to at least relief himself on just how badly he needed you.

By the second week, he was already losing his mind.

Because waking up soaked in sweat with a cock so hard it hurt wasn't the problem, it was waking up alone. Reaching out blindly for the soft heat of your body only to find cold sheets and a cruel reminder that you were only in his dreams. Nothing more than a fucking fantasy. That the version of you riding him, moaning his name in that perfect, ruined little voice of yours, was nothing but a sick joke his head kept playing on loop.

It was maddening.

So no, it wasn't his fault that the tension inside him just kept building up like he was some horny teenager. And no matter how many times his hand drifted down to try to relieve some, anything, he never let himself finish. Not once.

Because coming without you felt wrong.

He told himself the same thing every time, between gritted teeth and sweat dripping from his brow: save it for her.

Every. Single. Drop.

He wrapped up his assignment three days earlier. Fueled by the image of you on your knees, of your pretty little mouth open for him, of that wet heaven between your legs he hadn't tasted in weeks.

He barely acknowledged Yelena when she passed him in the hallway that night he arrived. She raised a brow, opening her mouth to speak.

"Not now," John snapped, already walking past her.

Yelena didn't press further, just raised an eyebrow at the direction John was headed to. Your room.

Yeah, not exactly a shock. 

It wasn't a secret you two were having ... something. The compound's walls weren't that thick, and no one here was blind either. You'd both been caught sneaking out of each other's rooms enough times that it barely qualified as "sneaking" anymore.

The whole damn compound probably had a scorecard by now.

At this point, it was honestly ridiculous you still had separate rooms at all. Maybe you liked the thrill of it ... or maybe you were just idiots.

Either way, Yelena knew one thing for sure, she'd probably end up crashing in the living room with the others from that floor, if they wanted to get some sleep that night.

But when John finally reached your door, you weren't there.

He groaned in frustration, eyes narrowing. Maybe you were in the kitchen. Maybe you'd just stepped out, the warm lamp illuminating your messed bedsheets told him so.

Fine. He could wait ... barely.

He dropped his duffel and shield in the his room and headed straight for your shower, too tense to sit still. He scrubbed off the mission, the restraint, all while ignoring the throbbing between his legs he'd been carrying for weeks now. He told himself just a little longer, just a few more minutes and he could finally bury himself in you again, where he belonged.

He was mid drying his body when he heard the door of the room open. He tracked the sound of your footsteps across the room, the gentle bounce of the mattress as you hummed a song.

"Wanna try out some freaky positions ... have you ever tried this one?"

He paused with the towel in hand, half grinning to himself. What on earth were you singing now?

It wasn't the first time he'd caught you in your room with headphones on, humming to yourself like no one else existed. He loved it, loved the way you sang so freely when you thought you were alone. It was always cute. Except this time the lyrics were far away from being “cute”.

He opened the bathroom door with anticipation, hoping to catch your surprised face when you saw him standing in your bathroom with just a towel covering his lower half. But you couldn't see him.

You were sitting cross legged on the bed, facing the headboard. Wearing nothing but one of his huge old shirts, the hem barely covering your thighs, and those noise canceling headphones Yelena and Bob gave you for your birthday.

You were swaying softly, completely oblivious to his presence. The music was loud enough that he could hear the faint echo of a girl's voice through the headphones. Your head bobbed to the beat, eyes glued to your phone.

"One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby

You make me wanna make you fall in love," you sang softly, scrolling absentmindedly.

John leaned against the doorframe, one hand holding the towel around his hips, tilted head and a smirk on his face. He lost interest on the music you were humming for a moment, his gaze dropped lower.

Was there anything under that shirt?

He needed to know. He had to.

The hem of the shirt shifted with your movement, offering teasing little flashes of your bare thighs. He tried, really tried to shake those thoughts away. It was a sweet moment. He could hear the playfulness in your voice, maybe you were even thinking about him.

But then the lyrics hit again.

"Adore me, hold me and explore me

Mark your territory

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, one"

He didn't know why the words hit him like that. Maybe it was the anticipation of it all. Maybe it was because they echoed every filthy thought he'd tried to bottle up over the past month. Maybe because he barely held himself together anymore.

He hadn't even touched himself in the last few days ... hadn't dared. Just drowned in the pent up need to be inside you, so thoroughly you'd be dripping with him for days.

"Adore me, hold me and explore me

I'm so fucking horny."

The words came out of your mouth in that same casual, airy tone, like you didn't even realize you were saying them. It was almost innocent. But he shook his head, because he knew you.

Always that mouth. That filthy, sweet, open mouth.

"Jesus Christ..." he muttered to himself.

"Tell me I'm the only, only, only one"

You sighed this time, flopping back on the bed with a dramatic groan, closing your eyes while you held your phone against your chest. The movement of your legs caused the hem of his shirt to ride up your thighs just enough to answer his question.

No panties.

That was it.

He crossed the room in three strides, eyes locked on the picture of you laid out beneath him, upside down from his angle, completely unaware of his gaze fixed on you.

What a treat.

He reached for your headphones, but your eyes flew open before he could pull them off. You yelped, gasping at the sight of him looming over you.

"John?!" you gasped, scrambling upright so fast your phone bounced off the bed, headphones following.

You weren't expecting to see him there at all, at least not yet, he was supposed to arrive by the end of the week. Not that you could ever complain though, the image in front of you was something you'd been dreaming all those weeks he was gone.

His body still damp from the shower, towel barely hanging onto his hips, wet blond hair dripping all over his shoulders … and that devilishly charming grin on his face.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted, nonchalantly, like he didnt almost give you a heart attack.

You blinked a few times, with a breath caught on your throat. "Did you ... did you just come out of my bathroom?"

But you didn't even wait for an answer. Your body just launched forward, wrapping around him like you needed to prove he was real. He caught you instantly with a faint laugh, one arm curling tight around your waist, the other gripping his towel.

His nose brushed your temple as he whispered, "Got back early, couldn't wait to see you."

You smiled, and couldn't wait any longer either, so you crashed your lips against his. There was no hesitation from him, his hands gripped your waist hard, like he needed to anchor himself. Your fingers clawed his chest, his shoulders, dragging him closer by the back of his neck, needing more.

Needing everything.

His body pressed into yours with no space left between, large hands roaming all over your waist, your back, you ass. It wasn't slow, it wasn't sweet. It was tongues and fingers digging into skin. His rough beard scratching against your soft skin.

You pulled back just long enough to breathe, but he chased your mouth, biting at your bottom lip, not letting you go far.

"Fuck, I missed you," you muttered against his mouth, chest heaving. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He chuckled, raising his brow, his chest vibrating against yours. "Didn't want to interrupt the show."

Your face burned. You tried to hide in his chest, but he grabbed your chin so you wouldn't.

"You gonna tell me the rest of those lyrics?" he asked, looking down at you.

You just cursed lowly, because of course he heard all that.

In one smooth motion, he spun you around so your knees hit the bed and your was back pressed to his damp chest. His arm hooked across your shoulders, keeping you upright as his mouth dragged slow, wet kisses along the side of your neck.

"Don’t be shy … I liked that little song of yours," he mumbled against your skin. "But I think I misheard the best part honey ... you said you were what?"

Your breath hitched, you knew he heard you damn right the first time. And he knew you knew. His arm gripped your hip, guiding your ass to grind against him, and that's when you felt it. Felt him. The thick press of his bulge through the towel, hot and painfully hard, in a way that made you drool in anticipation.

"I said ... you were fucking what baby? What was it again?" he growled, pressing your hip harder when you didn't reply.

Your knees suddenly felt weak. God, you had missed him so much, even if he was about to fuck every single line out of you.

"So fucking h-horny," you blurted out the lyrics, dropping your head back to rest on his shoulder.

He hummed, satisfied, slipping a hand down your shirt until he reached the mess between your thighs.

"Jesus, baby..." he rasped, your body jolting when his fingers barely brushed the slick already pooling there. "You're soaking just from that? tsk tsk tsk.”

"You were gone for so long John," you whined, instinctively pushing back against him, "can you really blame me?"

He laughed, lowly, like you've just told him something absurd.

"You think you’re horny?" he groaned, shaking his head. "I've been jerking off like some goddamn teenager for weeks, and the worst part? I couldn't even finish honey … thinking how you should be the one wringing it out of me."

You bit your lip, whimpering at the image.

"You know how fucking hard that was?" he continued. "Sleeping in a cold bed, not even being able to hear your voice while I had my cock in my hand, trying not to cum 'cause I wanted it all to be yours. Wanted to fill you up the second I got back."

He loosened his grip on you only enough to let go of the towel covering his body. He dragged your shirt higher and then he pressed his bare cock against your ass.

"Feel that, baby?" he growled in your ear. "This is what I've been carrying ... just for you."

"Then give it to me," you begged, squirming in his hold. "John, please, it's been too long..."

"Oh, I will." He chuckled darkly. “But you gotta run that dirty mouth a little bit longer.”

You whined, this is exactly where he wanted you.

"Imagine the first thing I hear when I come back is that filthy little mouth of yours ... what was it you were singin' about? some freaky positions?"

Shit.

"Hold on to me."

Before you could even process it, his arms were under your thighs. You let out a squeal as he took you off the bed, carrying you to the wall. He turned you around midair, and without even a sign of discomfort, lifted your body up until your legs instinctively wrapped around his neck.

Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, and your breath caught in your throat as you realized what was happening.

He was standing, fully upright. Holding you high in the air with your legs hooked over his shoulders, his hands locked under your ass. His face aligned perfectly with your dripping pussy.

"John," you gasped, gripping his wet hair when you realized your head was close to the ceiling now. "What the fuck ..."

He looked up grinning like a devil.

"What?" he asked innocently, smug as hell. "Have you ever tried this one?"

You nervously laughed, shaking your head incredulously.

"Don't worry, baby," he winked, bunching the shirt around your waist, exposing you completely to his greedy eyes. "I got you."

You gasped when his mouth latched on your pussy like he'd been dying of thirst. Obscene sounds filled the room, from your wetness, from the mess he was painting all over his beard, from your pleads. His grip was unshakable, anchoring you in place while his mouth worked like he was trying to make up for every second he'd been gone.

Your chest began rising up and down quickly, one hand desperately tugging his hair while the other traveled up for some sort of leverage, slapping blindly at the ceiling above you as your body trembled.

"John ... fuck–yes," you panted, vision blurring from the intensity.

He groaned against your pussy, the vibration shooting up your spine. It was too much. The strength in his arms, the way he held you there without even faltering, while dragging his tongue through every slick inch of you.

It felt worshipful.

"You're doing it so good, baby," You praised, tugging his hair harder.

He hummed against your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth in a way only he knew how to make you see stars, and then looked up at you with those unfair baby blue eyes.

You almost came at the sight of him under you, beard all soaked, looking at you like he was getting drunk from your taste alone.

It wasn't long until your whole body began shaking, legs trembling where they were draped over his shoulders, the heels of your feet digging into his back like it would somehow ground you. But nothing could.

You were so high up the wall, so completely suspended by him, only your back touching anything solid, that your vision started to white out.

"J-John I can't ... I'm gonna–“

"Yeah?" he grunted. "Go on then, sweetheart ... mark your territory."

His fingers dug deeper into your ass, holding you in place as he moaned against your cunt, the vibrations sent you crashing over the edge.

Your thighs clenched around his head, body trembling as you reached your high. He didn't stop, not when you came, not when your back arched off the wall, not even when you whimpered his name.

He kept eating, drinking down every twitch of your orgasm, tongue flicking your clit until your thighs shook violently and you tried to push him away.

Your hands ran all over his hair, desperate.

"Too much ... John, baby, please–"

That's when he finally pulled back.

You blinked a few times at him, your juices glistening on his lips, running down his bearded chin. He looked wrecked. His wet hair all wild, jaw flexing, chest rising and falling like he'd been the one coming.

You twitched one more time, and he grinned satisfied.

"You taste even better than I remembered." His voice was raspy, so fucking sexy.

You barely had time to recover before he lowered you just enough to cradle you in his arms, still against the wall, but now your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms locked behind his neck.

He was the one you kissed you this time, making sure you tasted every drop of yourself on his lips. You could feel his hard cock trapped between you, hot and slick, leaking against your stomach.

"Still singin' that song in your head, sweetheart?" he asked as soon as you came apart, in that devilishly teasing tone.

"Huh?" You blurted out, dizzy from the haze.

He shook his head amused, he was barely getting started with you.

He adjusted his grip on you, before taking you off the wall. Your arms tightened around his neck, eyes wide as he carried you through the room, toward the bed. He lowered you on the mattress, spreading your legs with his knees as he hovered over you.

He didn't have patience for you to be covered anymore, even if seeing you in his shirt drove him insane. But he just needed you naked when he came all over you. So he easily ripped his shirt off from you, throwing it somewhere in the room. His eyes dragged down your body, pausing at the mess between your thighs, at the way your chest heaved, at the way your eyes pleaded.

"You look like a fuckin' dream," he muttered, voice rough. This is all he'd been waiting for, all he’d been fantasizing about.

Before you could say anything, hell, before you could even breathe, he grabbed his cock in his hand, slapping the fat head of it against your soaked pussy.

Once. Twice. Again.

You jolt with each wet hit, little shocked gasps slipping from your lips as your sensitive clit twitched under the weight of his cock.

"Too much?" he asked, grinning as he slapped your folds again, harder this time. "You're twitching so pretty for me, sweetheart."

"John ... fuck–please," you whined, head rolling back on the mattress.

He just grinned, treating himself to a few more heavy wet slaps. You looked so pretty when you shivered, when you begged.

You gasped when you felt him pressing in your entrance with no warning. Head shooting up, eyes going wide just in time to see how he only pushed the tip in. Just that goddamn massive tip, splitting you open with a stretch that knocked the air right out of your lungs. You couldn’t help but throw your head back again.

"I know, baby," he groaned at the feeling of your pussy around him. "You're so tight and so full already … look at you, it's not even halfway in," he praised, breath coming short.

He didn't go deeper. Just pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, in and out. Driving you wild.

And my god, he was so vocal. The grunting, the low growling. The slow movement of his hips like he was holding himself back from slamming balls deep inside you. You knew he has.

You whimpered, clutching the sheets, your hips rolled up to chase more, deeper, but he pinned you down, his chest tensing as he held himself back with a growl.

"Just the tip for now, baby."

He wanted to take his time. Make you go as many rounds as he'd saved his cum for the time he was away. But when you clenched your pussy around the head of his cock, he almost almost bursted right there. He kept pressing in, just the swollen crown stretching you wide.

“God … John,” you whimper, grabbing the sheets. “I love the way you fit.”

“I know,” he hisses, eyes glued to where your bodies met. “Feels so fucking good like this.”

He didn’t thrust deep, just moved in short, devastating rolls of his hips that drove that thick tip over your sweetest spot again and again, attempting to drag another orgasm right back out of you.

“You gonna cum again, baby? tip’s too much for you already?”

That cockiness, that smug grin on his face, the way he keep pushing just a part of himself in that teasing pace, made you unravel, his name came out between gasps, body spasming with the pressure.

“Just like that baby, taking me so well, and I haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

No he hadn’t, still made you see white as you rode your second high on the night. He groaned at the sight, feeling himself closer and closer.

"You want me to cum like this?" he gritted, hips grinding. "Been saving it, my sweet fucking cum ...all yours. You want it?"

You just nodded, eyes still seeing stars, breathless.

"Then sing it for me.”

Your brows furrowed. "W-What?"

"Sing the fuckin' lyric." He growled this time, leaning closer. "The part that got you all worked up. Let's hear it again sweetheart, just the good part"

Your cheeks flushed, brain fuzzing. "John—"

He slammed forward, just an inch deeper, but so hard it knocked a cry out of your throat. You swallowed hard, while he waited expectantly without moving, making you ache for the friction.

"...Adore me..." you mumbled, barely singing.

“Louder."

“Adore me... hold me... and explore me..."

You noticed the way he was becoming undone to your shaky voice, breathing caught in his throat as he began fucking you again his leaking tip, exploring your entire body with his hands. His eyes glistened with anticipation. He needed you to say it, he was so close.

"Go on, what’s next?” He growled between gritted teeth, hips dragging faster his tip in and out of your entrance, hands pinching your nipples.

"...Mark your territory..." you whispered, nearly choking on your words.

"Yeah," he breathed, voice feral. "That's the one."

He let out a guttural sound, hips slamming forward, his body locking up as he finally let himself spill into you, tip buried, grinding into your clenching pussy while his cum rushed out desperate, like it's been waiting to drip out of you.

"Fuck– ugh baby, fuck..."

You felt it before you even saw it. The first hot pulses inside you, so thick and warm. But he’d dreamed about you covered in him, so he pulled out, his cum leaking out behind him in thick drips as he poured the rest of himself on you. You felt it spill all over your body, one spurt. Then another. And another.

And another.

"Oh my –shit, baby," you gasped , eyes flying wide as he poured into you. "That's so much, John ... holy fuck–"

He kept going while he grunted, kept spilling, holding the base of his cock tight as he came all over you. Your clenching walls pushed what was left inside you out, dripping down your pussy, pooling on the sheets.

"Shit–can't stop," he panted, all flushed, watching with hooded eyes as his cum kept painting your body. "Fuck, look at you ... you're soaked."

You glanced down, and your jaw dropped.

It was everywhere. Your belly, your thighs, the curve of your hips. Sticky, thick white streaks all over your chest, a faint drop on your neck. And even more dripping out your pussy like he never pulled out.

And it had been just with the tip.

"John... it’s so much..." you panted, voice barely above a whisper.

"Told you I was saving it up, honey," he grinned, breathless yet still smug, proud ... asshole.

He leaned down, dragging two fingers through the mess on your belly, gathering a thick strand of it, and then smearing it right back onto your skin, lazier, messier, spreading it even more.

"You're not getting cleaned up," he mumbled, voice rough. "Not yet. I want you to feel it. I want you to lie here soaking in it."

You whimpered as his fingers trailed lower, collecting more where it was pooling between your thighs. He spread it around your folds, deliberately pushing it over your sensitive clit, and you jolted, hips twitching.

"Still twitchy," he smirked, loving the way you squirmed. "So damn pretty when you're sensitive."

Then he dragged his fingers back up and smeared more of it across your chest, rubbing his release into your skin like he wanted it to stay there.

His territory marked. Owned.

You were trying to catch your breath, your limbs heavy, skin flushed and sticky, brain barely holding onto thoughts.

But then, the weight of him moved over you again. His hand gripped your wet thigh hard, pushing it up and out. His cock, hard again, sliding right through the mess between your legs, thick and wet from your arousal and his white paint.

Your eyes flew open. "John ... just give me a minute–"

"It's okay baby, I got you."

He grabbed your limp body and flipped it over, chest against the mattress, ass low, while he crossed your arms behind your back so he could raise your back to him. His cock pressed against your ass, and you suddenly needed him more than before.

"Need you ... all of it … please"

This time he didn't say anything, he just thrusted. He buried himself deep, all the way this time, no more teasing with the tip. The sudden stretch made your whole body arch, back curling away from him but he tightened his grip on your arms, as a helpless cry ripped from your throat.

"Shit, you're so tight," he growled, voice rough with need.

He set a brutal rhythm instantly, hips snapping against your ass, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy in the room. You were too sensitive, too full, too overstimulated, but you couldn't stop moaning. Your body could take it. Needed it.

One large hand gripped yours on your lower back, the other landing a smack in your ass as he fucked into you, panting, wild, relentless.

"You're so fucking perfect," he leaned down, teeth grazing your shoulder. "I'm gonna come inside this time. So deep you'll feel it for days."

Your mind was gone. Words were gone. You were just whimpering, relying on his grip to hold you up while he ruined you for the third time.

This is how he needed you. Overstimulated, a moaning mess, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. You clenched around his whole length this time, tighter, he looked down at you and smirked.

"Cum on my cock, baby. That's what it's for, all yours."

His deep voice sent you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around his cock, your back arched as you came again while he fucked you through it, clenching around him with a strangled cry. He slammed in deeper, his cock twitching for release.

"Take it, baby … so pretty how your take it."

He growled seeing you become undone again, losing his last thread of restraint.

"Oh fuck..."

"Come on John, I know you still have more for me.”

You felt it the moment he started to lose control, his rhythm stuttering, jaw almost snapping, breath hot and shaky against your skin.

"Gonna fill you up again," he growled, hips slamming into you one last time.

And then he crashed again, deep inside you, seed thick and hot, spilling into your pussy in those long, creamy strings. Your body jolted under him, back arching, but he didn't pull out this time.

He kept himself buried balls deep, cock twitching inside you, his hands tight still holding your arms behind your back.

"Jesus," he groaned, dazed. "You're fuckin' milking me."

You hummed, overstimulated and trembling, feeling every drop of him, filling you up until it began leaking back out.

A slow, thick stream of cum slipped out around his cock, trickling between your thighs, dripping down your leg as John just watched. Mesmerized. Smirking.

He let his grip on you go, gently letting your chest fall back on the mattress, cock still inside you. He looked down.

"Look at that," he mumbled. "Can't even hold it all." He pulled his cock back a little, just enough to make it spill faster. "Fucked you so full I can feel it spilling out of you."

You moaned, all weak, breathless. "Saved all that sweet cum just for me Johnny."

"It's all I thought about baby," he gritted, dragging his thumb to smear the mess around.

He finally pulled out, a gasp escaping your mouth when you felt all his love dripping out of you.

"Look how pretty you are when you're leaking my cum..."

You thought he would give you a minute this time. A little break to remember how to breathe again, when he helped you turn around so you laid your back on the bed, facing him now.

You could feel it against your leg, he was hardening again. Like your whole body wasn't already covered in all of him.

You felt the weight of his cock, thick, flushed, and heavy against your overstimulated pussy, you whimpered when he pressed the head back to your folds.

"John," you breathed, head rolling back. "You already ... fuck, you came so much baby."

"I know," he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. His breath was hot against your cheek. "I know. But look at me, baby."

He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the tip through the slick, tender mess between your legs, your whole body reacting. "Still fuckin' hard."

It wasn't his fault. The serum had enhanced everything. Every fucking thing. And he'd been gone, for too damn long.

You barely had time to recover. You were still twitching, body too sensitive, soaked and overstimulated. But your hands still reached to his back, to push him into you one more thing.

"Greedy little thing." He chuckled, shaking his head. “Can’t even hold yourself up but you keep reaching for more.”

So he complied, slow at first, like he could still tease after all he’d done to you by now. His hips rolled forward, pushing his previous loads deeper. You gasped, legs trembling, nails digging into his back as you shook your head and whimpered, "John, I can't–"

"Yes, you can," he growled. "You're gonna take every drop. Again."

Then he snaps his hips forward, hard.

Your whole body bounces as he fucked it into you one more time, his cock slamming through the mess he already left inside, making it gush out in slick, tiny splashes with every thrust.

"Fuck, listen to that," he snarled, going feral at the obscene sounds. "So messy for me. You love this."

And the worst part? He was right.

Because even through the overstimulation, the ache, the stretch, you were clenching around him again, your body greedy, desperate, obeying every filthy command he made without question.

He was relentless. Gripping your hips, fucked into you like he was trying to imprint himself into your core, cock pounding the mess deeper while more of it leaked out down your ass and thighs.

"Still sensitive, sweetheart?" He was smug as sin, one hand spreading you open while the other pressed your lower belly. "You can take it … just a little more."

You didn’t take long to come again, nearly sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably, and he groaned as you cried out his name, squeezing him tight.

He was there, almost there. But he wanted this one somewhere else.

He pulled out of your shaking pussy, and climbed over your body on the bed, straddling your chest as he guided his cock to your face.

"Open for me, sweetheart ... yeah that's it"

He shoved his cock in your mouth, and you gladly took it, all of it. In twitches it spilled down your throat. Salty, thick warmth overflowed your mouth as he grunted, coming all over your tongue.

You hit his thigh when you couldn't breathe anymore from how much it was, so he put a hand behind your neck to lift your head, and raised you to sit on the bed as he panted beside you, mesmerized by the view of you choking in it.

His hand ran comforting strokes down your back, as you tried to swallow as much as you could. Like you always did.

Like the good fucking girl you were for him.

"Look at you," he whistled in a growl. "Covered in me. Stuffed full of me. Choking on me … and I still see some untouched parts."

His thumb found your chin, smearing what had leaked out your mouth down your neck, and tilted your face toward his.

"How many times is that, baby?" he taunted, pushing the hair out of your sweaty face. "Two, three loads? … doesn't even matter, you always take ‘em all.”

You just whimpered to his praise, couldn't trust your voice when you still felt his warmth going down your throat.

You both go quiet.

The kind of quiet that only happened after John was finally satisfied with how many times you came on his cock, with the way you twitched from the sheer exhaustion, when you didn’t even know how to speak anymore.

He pressed kiss to your temple, his lips soft, lingering. The sharp edge of his voice from earlier was gone, replaced by a low raspy whisper as his fingers brushed over your spine.

“Hey… you still with me, baby?”

You nod weakly.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. “You did so good for me. So damn good.”

As you regained your breath, he just held you for a moment with his hand on your back, and stared. At you. At the mess all over your body. At what he did.

At what you let him do.

“C’mere” He whispered, while he pulled you into his lap, and settled you down on his wet cock.

You moan out, body going limp and stuffed beyond reason as he held you there, not moving, just filling you up for the last time. You clung to him with the last bits of strength you had left, while he wiped the sweat and hair out of your face.

“Just sit here sweetheart, you’re okay” he breathed against your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your body. “Keep me warm while you recover baby, don’t spill another drop.”

He wrapped his arms around you, possessive, smug but with tenderness now, he kissed your shoulder like it was the softest thing in the world. He could feel the stickiness of your body on him, a sweet reminder that you were in fact, the only only only one for him.

���We’ll cleanup later, baby” He cooed and you just nodded weakly, placing a kiss on his pec.

He leaned slightly to see your face, to catch a glimpse of that blissed out, weak smile on your lips. He smiled adoringly, with that softness that only came after he wrecked you.

But then, without even a doubt, a harsh chuckle left his throat.

“Have I marked my territory enough?”

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[geeky-politics-46]

Another super conservative guy matched with me on a dating site... again. I'm literally wearing an Elizabeth Warren t-shirt in my photo & my profile says proud liberal & feminist. After figuring out his full name & messaging him for maybe 3 minutes of basic pleasantries, I found his Facebook page. Yeah, it's all Andrew Tate & Donald Trump. Dating profile was super generic. That should have been my tip off.

Seriously though, why try to hide it if that's who you are? For a group of people who say they are so proud to believe what they believe, they sure like to avoid the orange elephant in the room.

I just let the bomb drop that I'm super excited for a pride event I'm going to next week. My next response if he doesn't take the hint there will be to say yeah i don't think we're compatible. Thanks, but no thanks, good luck on that trad wife thing. It sure as shit isn't me.

[geeky-politics-46]

The fact that is is all Bob's Burgers quotes makes me so happy. Its my favorite show!

Thunderbolts + Sambucky as random Bob’s Burgers quotes

[geeky-politics-46]

As a born & raised Floridian, I will co-sign most of this. Especially the meth part. Meth is like our state drug. Also our mental health care, & health care in general, is pretty crap.

In the MCU they say he's from Sarasota (so im guessing the Jacksonville part must be comic canon?) & that is literally about an hour south of me. Bob is also way more charming than most Florida men, though.

Bob Reynolds is a Florida Man

I just found out that Bob Reynolds is from Florida, SPECIFICALLY JACKSONVILLE—and not to perpetuate, but it makes so much fuckin’ sense. THIS IS COMING FROM A FLORIDIAN FYI (and no, I’m not in the panhandle, those mfers are basically Alabama). So here’s my list explaining how Bob is a Florida man and why it makes sense, delivered by your local Floridian: 1. Even before he knew he had powers, he was willing to let a BUNCH OF ARMY PEOPLE shoot him and sacrifice himself for the team, us Floridians are sort of patriotic and we stand up for each other. 2. ALONG WITH THIS, BEFORE THAT, HE INSISTED HE COULD HELP WHILST BARELY KNOWING HOW TO FIRE A GUN. WE LOVE FIREARMS HERE. 3. He is/was addicted to meth. A lot of the crazy “Florida man” stories you see are often the result of hard drugs, unfortunately. 4. Florida ranks 49th out of the 50 states in terms of mental health resources. Bob has pretty shit mental health and has never seemed to “seek out” help for it. Mental healthcare here is hard to access, especially if you’re on a budget. 5. Although we don’t have the largest poverty rates, we have large wealth income gaps, especially between classes. Bob and his family were very poor, as we’ve seen. 6. Sentry and Void representing his highs and lows not only represent his mental health, but also how you feel taking drugs. Again, tying back to 3. 7. The “I WAS ON METH” chicken scene. I don’t care if it’s just a meme, look at that scenario and tell me what other state that shit could occur in (and don’t answer with Ohio, plebs). 8. Let me reiterate what this man fuckin’ did to get here. He WENT TO MALAYSIA, heard of a medical study, and WENT THERE WITH NO HESITATION because of how horrible he felt about himself. I’m sorry, but that’s the Florida spirit for you—can’t find something in your life? Search harder! 9. He had an attic. Now, you may be wondering, why am I putting this here? Floridians usually don’t HAVE attics (or big ones, anyway) due to insulation issues. However, in the short time we’re there, we observe that due to his parents’ financial situation, the house is most likely very old. Attics in Florida generally became less common over the years due to construction processes. Since an older, more degraded home was probably all they could afford, him having a decent-sized attic makes sense. Also, Jacksonville’s very far north, close to Georgia, so it does get colder there than where I’m from. 10. I want you to look up what the worst houses in Jacksonville look like—the worst areas. It looks pretty similar to what Bob was living in, sometimes even smaller. 11. Sort of tying back to 3 and 8, healthcare here (especially in Florida, California, New York, Texas etc.) is pretty expensive, and if you’re in Florida, DEPENDING ON THE PLACE, it can be expensive AND shitty. So going to Malaysia for any healthcare reason probably would be beneficial.

Conclusion: Bob being a Florida Man makes 100% sense because he exhibits characteristics of a Florida Man from Jacksonville.

TL;DR: Bob Reynolds is the perfect Florida Man because he’s a self-sacrificing gun-wielding meth-smoking poor mental-heath and money-having dude, which is much more common here than you think. Also him having an attic and going to Malaysia and his “I WAS ON METH” scene makes sense because of his poor financial situation.

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Maam can I possibly be added to your John Walker tag list??

Absolutely! Just officially added your name. I'm already working on the next story, too. Thank you so much for reading ❤️

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Father's Day at the Watchtower

Fluff & angst drabble featuring the Thunderbolts & Bob. Reader is in a relationship with John because that is where my brain is & I also think it's probably a really hard day for him.

The reaction to Father's Day in the Watchtower went back and forth like whiplash. The team was a Pandora's box of feelings regarding their own father's and their own feelings about being father's.

Ava talked lovingly about Bill Foster, the man who had essentially raised her after her parents' death and the lab accident. How he rescued her from the orphanage and helped her learn to control her powers. Trying to figure out how to help her. She also spoke about what she remembered about her real father. It wasn't much, but you could tell she missed him too. You were all very happy when Bill, who was still on the run from the F.B.I., somehow managed to get a call to her.

Bob didn't really want to talk about Father's Day. You all had seen his shame rooms. Seen the abuse that he had leveled at young Robert and his mother. You understood why it was a sore subject, but he was happy to celebrate Alexei and John. Even joining Alexei and Yelena at dinner to celebrate. Just because his own father wasn't worth celebrating didn't mean that others weren't.

Alexei was milking it for all it was worth and bless her heart, Yelena let him. Laughing as he told stories about her when she was a kid. Nearly crying when he confessed that he wished he could have been a better father for her. A real father who protected her. Reiterating his goal of making up for lost time now that they were back together. Declaring they would be the best father daughter duo the world had ever seen! He also offers to adopt Bob. Telling him paperwork or no paperwork, it still counts.

The team had a good laugh teasing Bucky about being the real team dad. Even Alexei said that he was clearly the responsible parent of the group. Yelena and Bob drew him a little card for him from Alpine and got him a shirt that said ‘#1 cat dad’. He will never admit to it, but he loves it and wears it to bed. He secretly tells Alpine that he's got the best kid of the bunch. She chirps and snuggles under his arm, purring after bringing him a toy mouse. He may not have a human child, but he loves his cat daughter, and we all know he spoils her rotten.

The one who was having the hardest time on Father's day was John. It's impossible for him not to sit and stew in his mistakes. Watching and waiting to see if the phone will ring. He knows his son is still too little to initiate it, but he's praying that Olivia will at least acknowledge his existence today. Acknowledge the fact that he is trying to be better. Even after he does get a call from her and their son, he still can't help but feel like a failure today. All he wants to do is look at pictures and think of all the ways he could have been better. Should have been better.

The others tease him less than usual, but try not to be super obvious about it. They don't want him to feel like they are pitying him. They offer to include him in their plans but aren't surprised when he declines. They know these wounds are fresh for him and are somewhat unsure how to navigate the situation.

So you try to care for him extra. Not caring if he's a little short tempered. Not being offended when he turns away from you because he doesn't want you to see he's been crying. Not pushing him to talk about it. Just being there for him. Not because you have to be, but because you want to be. Bringing him food even when he says he isn't hungry. You know he really is. It's just another way to try to punish himself.

Holding him a little tighter when it's just the two of you. Vocalizing that you see how hard he is trying to be a better man and that the past doesn't have to define him. Telling him that he is not a failure and that mistakes can be fixed with time and care. He's putting in the effort, and even though it doesn't feel like now, he is making huge strides to repair his relationship with his son.

You let him hold you close if he needs to break down at the end of the day. Mourning that he missed another milestone in his son's life. You don't comment on it, on him sobbing in your arms with his head buried in your chest. You just let him cry himself out and tell him that he's safe. Leaving gentle kisses on his forehead and cheeks and running your fingers through his hair to help soothe him. You know tomorrow will be easier.

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Anyone interested in a little father's day Thunderbolts drabble that ultimately culminates in some John Walker angst and fluff?

Special mention of Alpine Barnes because we love her and cat dad's are dads too.

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Yayyy you’re taking Walker requests!!! Would you be able to write about how reader finds Walker on a dating app? Maybe she’s always had a crush on him and swipes right cause f*** it, but also she’s lowkey curious. She’s surprised that they match and it’s up to you on how it finishes!!!

Swipe Right

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: John Walker x Reader

Summary: You & John matched on a dating app. Val sees it as the perfect opportunity for good PR. The two of you just see an opportunity at love.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, language, fluff, smidgen of unintentional exhibitionism.

As soon as the sentence was out of your mouth, you knew you shouldn't have said anything. The looks on Yelena's and Ava's faces immediately told you as much. The wine was what made you mention that you were debating creating a profile on a dating site. Now, about an hour later, they had created your profile themselves and were already swiping away on your behalf.

Your new profile picture was you all done up and in an evening gown at a gala Valentina had thrown to try to promote the team as The New Avengers. You had joked about feeling like a Bond girl more than yourself that night, but you had to admit it was a really good photo.

“Okay, I appreciate your help making the profile, but can I at least do this part myself? I'm the one who has to go out with these guys after all.”

“No”, Ava deadpanned without even glancing away from your phone screen. Yelena was sitting to her left with your phone held hostage.

Yelena nodded in agreement with her.

“Yeah, no. Clearly, your judgment has led us to this. So now we have to assist in the screening process.”

You snorted at that and decided that it was time to bring their own singleness into the equation.

“Oh yes, because both of you clearly have a better track record than I do.”

Yelena started chuckling and recounted your own drunken confession about why your last relationship tanked. Glancing up at you momentarily before going back to swiping.

“You told us your last boyfriend cried during sex and hit on your mother in front of you. That is far worse than anything we've ever experienced. Clearly, an intervention is needed on your behalf.”

She did have a point. Perhaps a couple extra screeners could help you avoid the worst of the bunch this time.

You grumbled under your breath as they kept on working and decided you needed more wine. Reaching for the bottle and filling all three of your glasses as they debated whether to swipe left or right on some guy for you. Ultimately, landing on left when the very last photo on his profile was yet another photo holding up a fish.

“Seriously, why do so many men think a photo of them smiling with a dead animal is attractive?”

Ava was the one who voiced what you were all thinking as she looked away from the screen to take a sip from her glass. You silently nodded in agreement with her before starting to add your two cents.

“I think it's like a caveman thing or something. Proof they can catch food or —”

You were cut off mid sentence by Yelena sitting up bolt straight and grabbing to get Ava's attention all of a sudden. Her jaw on the floor and her eyes practically popped out of her head before bursting into what could only be described as a cackle.

Ava's attention snapped back to the screen to see the latest victim that had earned that response from the Russian blonde. She immediately choked on her wine when she saw the picture on the screen.

Coughing and choking out a stunned, “Oh my god!”.

Okay, now you had to see the guy that has garnered this reaction from your fellow teammates. You had a feeling it had to mean something either really good or something really bad.

You slid onto the couch, squeezing in on Yelena's left. Her mouth still agape and her eyes were still glued to the screen. A devious plan already forming in her mind, mentally communicating with Ava, who was already in agreement.

Suddenly, you saw why they had reacted the way they did. The profile picture they were staring at was none other than your teammate, John Walker. The blonde super soldier that for some reason you found stupidly hot even though he could get under everyone's skin with a single sentence.

Before you could even open your mouth or try to survey his profile beyond the picture he had up first, Yelena quickly swiped right. A thumbs up appearing as the signal that it confirmed you were interested.

“What did you just do?! Why did you do thar?! Oh my god, now he's gonna think I wanna hook up or something! I'm never gonna be able to face him again.”

Yelena looked at you pointedly and rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on. Neither of you is fooling anyone. You are the only one who cares enough to laugh at his stupid jokes. He hovers around you like a mosquito, and he stares at your tits like all the time. A hint of cleavage he practically drools on the floor. One of you is going to jump the other sooner or later. I'm just speeding up the inevitable outcome.”

Ava jumped on the bandwagon without hesitation.

“Plus you did tell him you liked the hat. We think maybe you really do want to hook up with him.”

Your jaw dropped like they'd just irrefutably proved their point.

“The helmet? Well, at least it was better than the stupid beret. I do not want to hook up with John! He just is kind of cute sometimes when he's not in a terrible mood. He's got pretty eyes, and he can be really sweet when his ego is under control.”

Yelema and Ava's eyes both went wide as you started to process what you just said. You could hear a pin drop the room was so quiet as they let you come to the conclusion they had both already come to.

“Oh crap, maybe I do want to hook up with him.”

You dropped your head into your own lap and groaned. Just as the doors opened and all 3 super soldiers wandered in. Unfortunately, overhearing the last part of your sentence. You heard the booming voice before the doors even fully opened.

“Ooo.. who do you want to hook up with?! I love gossip! Start over!”

While Bucky made a beeline for the kitchen not bothering to pay you guys any attention beyond a nod and smile, Alexei practically ran over to the couch to figure out all the juicy details.

As John stepped into the room and came into your peripheral vision, his curiosity clearly piqued at the conversation. You quickly downed what was left in your wine glass. Moving quickly, you stole your phone from Yelena and grabbed the rest of the bottle of wine before hastily leaving and retreating to your room.

Yelling over your shoulder without looking back “No one. Nothing. Forget it. I'm tired. Bye.”

You could still hear the cackles from Ava and Yelena as you made your escape. A confused Red Guardian begging to be let in on the secret. You really hoped that, at the very least, they waited until John wasn't in the room to spill the plan they had set in motion. You had a feeling Bob had already been informed by text the second you left the room. At least he could keep a secret, something you were very unsure Alexei could do.

You avoided your phone like the plague for the rest of the night. Even going so far as putting it in your nightstand under the book you were reading. Like somehow that would provide an extra barrier against the rejection you feared would come.

Completely missing the alert that you had a new match. A certain super soldier who couldn't believe his own luck.

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How Val had even found out you had no idea. Hell, you had only matched with each other the night before. You were starting to get the feeling she had all of your phones hacked and probably had bugs hidden all over the tower. Your next team bonding night was likely going to be spent searching the building from top to bottom until you were all confident you weren't on some sort of hidden camera reality show.

However she had found out, she had summoned both you and John to her office to discuss “the wonderful PR opportunity that had presented itself”. You had a strong suspicion that you would need a very stiff drink afterward.

For some reason, though, at least a reason neither you nor John was yet able to state out loud to each other, you both marched into her office and plopped down in matching chairs. Like children who had gotten sent to the principals office. She spoke, and you both just listened.

“Think of it… set up by your teammates. Unknowingly falling for each other, thanks to their zany antics. Like The Parent Trap, but with weapons. The two of you finding love against all odds. Despite all of your shortcomings. Saving the world together, then falling into each other's arms. America's sweethearts. The marketability of this is insane. You're a bombshell that can throw a knife. He's a pretty idiot with a god complex. The possibilities are limitless!”

You started fumbling your words trying to come up wirh some sort of response as John sat there bug eyed and squirming. Neither of you knew how to respond. Not that Val was really asking for your input about it anyway.

“We could even televise the wedding!”

It was at this point that you choked on your own tongue. John nearly fell out of his chair. You both were barely ready to dip your toe in the pool, and she was already picking out honeymoon locations. Frankly, you were surprised she hadn't mentioned filming and monetizing that yet. Truthfully, you wouldn't put it past her trying.

“Hang on Val! Let's put the invitations on hold for a second here. We haven't even talked about even having a first date, or even if we want to go on a first date. I mean, he's coming out of a divorce, I don't even know if he is even attracted to me or anything…”

John started talking over you at this point. Trying to put aside the thought that he could possibly not be attracted to you. In reality, he was crazy about you.

“Well. That was finalized a while ago. I mean, I hadn't really thought that I was… but with you… I do really like you. You're so pretty. I just don't know if it's believable that you'd be attracted to me.”

You diverted your attention from Val to John. Still talking over his anxious rambling, but now trying to convince him that you didn't just swipe right to mess with him. Even if it wasn't actually you that had swiped.

“I swiped how I swiped for a reason. I didn't do it to mess with you or anything. I just wasn't sure if you would think it's a bad idea because of the team and working together. We don't have to rush or anything, I mean, I've been single for a while, I just…”

Both of you tapered off your rants at nearly the same time. Turning to look back at Val with no less confusion on your faces than before. Although both of you were now blushing a little. Now that you both knew this wasn't just a fluke.

Val looked thoroughly entertained watching the two of you fumble like teenagers. Her eyes darted back and forth from one of your faces to the other. A grin on her face that didn't make either of you breathe any easier.

“Oh my god. You two are so awkward. It's so sad. The American public will eat it up with a spoon! I'll start working on a press release.”

Val went back to looking through the papers scattered in front of her as if you and John weren't still sitting there dumbfounded at the conversation you'd just had with her. After a moment, she realized you were both staring back at her.

She glanced up and made a shooing gesture toward the elevator as she picked up her phone. Her eyebrows raised like she was surprised you were both still there.

“You can leave now.”

You both stood in silence and walked to the elevator, already hearing her starting to pitch couples nicknames to whoever she had called. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened quickly and closed even quicker once you were both inside.

The silence between you was deafening. The tension was so thick that you were both starting to sweat. Quickly glancing at each other out of your peripheral vision before looking away when the other noticed.

Eventually, you cleared your throat and decided to offer an escape for John if he wanted it. You weren't going to let Val push him into something he wasn't ready for. Even if the idea of being with him didn't sound too bad to you.

“Seriously, John, we don't have to do this, you know. One word to Yelena, and you know she will get Val to drop it. We can just forget about the whole thing.”

He studied his shoes for a minute before responding. Chewing on the inside of his cheek as he did.

“If you want to forget about the matching thing, then I understand. I mean, you're you, and I'm… me. I get it.”

You hit the emergency stop button in the elevator. Turning to face John and forcing him to turn to face you. Tilting yourself down to get his eyeline level with yours. It didn't take more than a moment for him to adjust his gaze so you could fully stand straight again.

“Its not that, John. Really. I just don't want you to feel like you have to go out with me. I don't want you to feel forced to do anything because Val thinks it's a good idea. If you do go out with me, it should be because you think it's a good idea. Because you want to.”

“What if I want to? I mean only if you want to, that is. If you don't, that's fine too.”

“I might want to… if you want to.”

“I want to.”

“Okay. Me too.”

You hit the emergency stop button again, and the elevator lurched back to life. The both of you both fiddled with your own fingers and stared straight ahead back at the sliding double door in front of you.

God, you two really were awkward. Maybe it would have been easier if you had Bucky pass John a note asking if he liked you and telling him to check yes or no.

John was the one who broke the silence this time.

“Okay… so maybe we can have dinner tonight? Takeout, maybe. Stay here. I think most of the others left on a mission today. Chinese?”

“Yeah. That sounds good. You know to figure this out before Val decides to announce an engagement. Be at your floor around 7? See if there's anything…”

You gestured between the two of you with one finger. Not quite knowing how to verbalize what you knew there was between you. The tension that was so thick that you could cut it with a knife sometimes. The glances and random touches that you couldn't quite explain if asked.

He nodded emphatically without adding any actual words. What could he say that wouldn't sound terrible? That he had to pinch himself when he saw you had swiped right on him because he was sure he had to be dreaming? That he found himself constantly fantasizing about you in both appropriate and wholly inappropriate ways?

No. Not right now, at least. Maybe if tonight went well, he would get the chance to live even a fraction of those fantasies. Even if it was just for show, he would have happily gone along with Val's plan if it meant he could pretend that you loved him the way he loved you. Maybe now he stood a chance. Just a chance that it could actually be real.

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By the time 7 o'clock came around, you were both slightly calmer than you were earlier. In your case, it was thanks to the glass of wine you drank while you were getting ready. You didn't dress up or anything in particular. You just wanted to look put together but still comfortable. Also, you put on cute underwear. You know, just in case.

John had already picked up the food by the time you arrived. You were impressed that he had remembered exactly what you always ordered. A pride blooming in his chest when he saw your cheeks blush at his attentiveness.

You both sat on the couch and started eating. Before long, the conversation started. At first, it felt a touch awkward still, but after the first time he made you laugh, you both began to relax. Eventually, easing closer to each other until you were nearly touching. He was a far cry from the arrogant stubborn man you were used to working with.

After sharing a few stories and fun facts about recent events, the conversation turned towards the dating app and relationships in general. The air immediately thickened, not in a negative way.

“So really, why did you swipe right? You don't have to be nice to me. The others certainly don't pretend to be my biggest fans. I'm not exactly bachelor of the year.”

There was an air of both hopefulness and impending sadness in his voice. When you finally looked up, you saw him self-consciously chewing on his bottom lip. His fork stabbing absent mindedly at his food. It immediately melted any desire you had to make a joke and deny how much you actually liked the man.

“Well, I do like you, John. A lot, actually. I'm just not sure how to talk about it, and I'm clearly not very good at the whole dating thing. So, yeah. Also, Yelena was actually the one who swiped for me, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't have done it myself. I just probably wouldn't have found it had her and Ava not taken my phone and made the profile for me. I'm not sure I ever would have gone through with creating one on my own.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smirk to mask your own insecurities. It was a self-defense tactic you were quite fond of. Pretend everything is fine, and they'll believe it. Unfortunately, John knew you too well to fall for it.

“Well then, I'm glad she did. I'm glad you let them. I really like you too. More than it's probably smart to admit so quickly. If it's any consolation, I'm definitely out of practice at the whole dating thing. The last time I successfully wooed anyone was high school, and we know how that turned out. So I think you've still got the upper hand here.’

You chuckled and thought for a minute.

“I guess we can skip all the basic getting to know you questions in this case. Also, in my humble opinion, this isn't bad as first dates go. One of the better ones I've been on.”

He blushed slightly at the idea that you were enjoying yourself. That you were enjoying being with him.

“Well hopefully it will be enough to earn me a second date. I do have to ask, though, why are you even on that app? You could pretty much have whoever you wanted. I mean, look at you. You're smart, talented, funny, and gorgeous. Val pretty much said the same earlier.”

You couldn't help but start to blush a little now too at his compliment. A smile blooming on his face when he saw the pink twinge on your cheeks. Knowing he put that blush there. He wasn't totally rusty when it came to flirting, but it seemed extra endearing that it didn't seem like a line but a genuine statement. Like it was clear as day to everyone but you.

“Well thank you, but don't sell yourself short either Walker. A handsome super soldier is a pretty good catch. Truthfully, my track record is full of idiots, losers, and some of the worst guys in the city. Thought maybe if I cast the net a little wider, I might have better luck, and it's been long enough. I feel okay getting back out there. With our job, you know how easy it is to feel a little lonely sometimes. What about you?”

He took a deep breath and internally debated where to start. His eyebrows quirked upwards as he thought. You didn't rush him, but it didn't take long for him to start speaking.

“Well it's finally started to feel like the divorce with Olivia is real and that that chapter is officially closed. We are in the past. Now that the team is together I've had a little more chance to reflect on just how badly I fucked that and other things up. I decided that I want to try again. Even if it's not gonna necessarily be quite as simple as the high school sweethearts thing, I think I have forgiven myself enough to see what's out there. Honestly I wasn't expecting much to come from it. It just felt like a step forward instead of backwards for a change.”

You nodded and started to take a sip of your wine. All of what he said sounded perfectly reasonable. That he was finally ready to let go of the past. You had noticed that he had finally stopped wearing his wedding band sometime in the last few months.

He did have one more thing to add. Something that was painfully honest and a little embarrassing, but he hoped would get you to laugh.

“Also, it's been a long time, and at this point, I'm also just really, really horny. I haven't been… intimate… with anyone since the divorce. A while before the divorce, actually.”

You were not terribly surprised at his admission. As tightly wound as he could be sometimes, it made sense. It did get the wheels turning in your brain, though. It had been a while for you too, especially with someone other than a random one night stand. You missed being with someone you could trust. Maybe you should just rip the band-aid off and see if you were physically compatible? If not, you could both write it off as shaking off the dust. Getting back on the horse. No harm, no foul.

Suddenly, your thoughts overpowered your body. Willing you stand and walk over to him. A questioning look in his eyes as you approached him. A confident sway in your hips. You were the predator now, and he was your prey.

Moving to straddle him, you placed your hands on his broad shoulders and slowly lowered yourself down into his lap. His hands running up your thighs and settling on your hips. His nostrils were flaring, and his breath became labored as he realized what was about to happen.

“You shouldn't.”

He said it barely louder than a whisper.

You brought one hand up to ghost through his short beard. Letting him nuzzle into your touch. His blue eyes fluttering shit and his mouth falling open.

“If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word. We don't have to do anything if you aren't ready.”

You leaned forward as you spoke just enough to ghost your lips over his forehead. Leaving the faintest kiss in their wake. A single kiss, and he knew he was already a goner for you.

“No, I'm ready. I want it. I want you. So badly and practically since I first met you. You just… you deserve so much better than me.”

You let your fingers run through his blonde hair and pulled slightly but firmly. A soft groan fell from his lips as you pulled just hard enough to tilt his eyes up to yours. His lashes fluttering and his irises starting to cloud over.

“Don't care. I want you anyway. Don't overthink it, John.” you answered confidently. Sensual smirk on your lips.

You felt his fingers grip tighter into the flesh of your hips and a breathy huff from his parted lips. With that, you didn't hold yourself back any longer and let your lips connect to his.

The first kiss was soft and sweet. Almost reverent. John's hands stayed perfectly still, even though you could tell he was itching to pull you closer. Like he was afraid that if he let himself go, you would shatter or run from him.

You brought your lips to his neck just below his ear, whispering “you wanna take this to the bedroom, soldier?”. Before stopping to suck and nibble at the skin there. You knew with his healing ability that you probably couldn't leave much of a real mark, but you were gonna have fun trying.

“Are you really sure you want this?”

He was so unsure of himself now. It was one of the things he hated the most. That he second guessed everything he did now. He was terrified of messing up yet again.

Instead of answering verbally, you let your hips start to roll against him. Grinding yourself into his lap. Letting the heat building in your groin answer him. Already enjoying the hardness of him that you felt growing beneath you.

You kissed him again. This time, with more passion. More fire. Trying to communicate how much you really did want him. Biting his bottom lip before pulling back and whispering against his lips, “it was you I was talking about the other night. When I said I wanted to hook up with someone.” Punctuating your statement by licking at his lips before descending back in for more.

A sudden fire lit within him as he crashed his lips back onto yours. Devouring you. His tongue quickly probing to find its way into your mouth. His hands shifted from your hips to grab at the meat of your ass. Grinding his hips into yours even harder. Letting you feel how hard he was becoming for you before standing and carrying you into his bedroom.

Not even bothering to shut the door before laying you down on the bed carefully and climbing on top of you. Not letting his weight rest on you, not sure if he should, until you pulled him down further. His nose nuzzling into yours at the sensation that you wanted him even closer still.

“Please tell me I'm not dreamin’. Don't think I'll be able to take it if this is all a dream.”

He spoke in such hushed words like he was afraid something would shift if he was too loud or rough. Like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to get up and leave. He shifted his weight to one side and started to drag one hand up and down your side. His breath skipped when your top shifted, and his fingertips met the soft, warm skin of your hip.

“I'm really here, John. It's not a dream.”

You brought one hand up to brush over the beard stubble on his cheek again. Kissing him softly before reaching down to start pulling your shirt up over your head. Throwing it to the side. Your pulse picking up at the way John's beautiful blue eyes studied every inch of skin like you were a map to heaven itself.

He started pressing open mouth kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone. Biting at the flesh at the swell of your breast. His hands slipped behind your back when you arched into his body. His fingers hesitated when they touched the hooks of your bra.

“For fucks sake John. I'm half naked in your bed. I'm not gonna change my mind now.”

Before he could move or even think, you lowered one had down and deftly popped open the button on his jeans. Effortlessly slipping your hand inside and palming over his hard cock through his boxer briefs. His erection throbbing in your hand and making him swear under his breath as you gripped his length.

You smiled against his lips. His cock felt perfect. Heavy and thick in your palm. A small wet patch where you felt the coronal groove where his head met his shaft. He was ramrod hard and deliciously veined.

“Face it Walker, I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me.”

He couldn't help the way his hips roll forward into your hand. You've barely touched him, and he's already on edge. You smiled seductively at his response. Eating up every bit of excitement he gave you. Knowing that once you broke through his hard outer shell, John Walker was a passionate man who would leave you panting and breathless. You wanted everything he would give you.

“Fuck, honey. You're gonna kill me.”

You pulled your legs up around his waist and used your feet to start pushing his jeans down his hips. Giggling when you feel him yank at the strap of your bra and the sound of the stitches snapping as he yanks the hooks apart. Neither of you felt the slightest bit bad about the destruction of the garment.

John pulled away to take off his pants and shirt as you threw your bra in the same general direction your shirt went in. Quickly shedding your own pants as well. You were anxious to really feel him against you. He slowly moved to climb back on the bed with you and let you take the lead again. Pulling him to lay on his back and letting you climb back into his lap. Gently lowering your hips down to grind his bulge against where you desperately needed him.

His hands moved to cups your breasts as you kissed him slow and deep. Moaning against his lips as his thumbs stroked across your nipples. The sound of your excitement encouraging him to continue. He dropped his head to your chest and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. Circling the sensitive bud with his warm tongue before starting to suck on it.

Your hands flew to his hair, and your hips started rolling against his. The feeling of his member underneath you creating a friction that made your head start to spin. Your hips started to roll and buck against him as he happily switched from one breast to the other, then back to the first again.

He groaned against your chest, leaving open mouth bites on your skin. Lost in the feeling of your wet cunt and the thin fabric between you that was doing little to hide your arousal.

“Holy fuck. You're so goddamn wet baby. Need to feel you on my bare cock honey. You want that? Want me to fuck you raw? Wanna hear you say it.”

You nod frantically and pull at his hair. Your hips never ceasing their movement. A moan pulled from your throat as his hips bucked up into you. His cock twitching at the beautiful sounds you just made all for him.

“Yes John. Want you so badly. Need you to fuck me. Need your cock. Wanna feel you.”

He moved before your brain could even process what was happening. Flipping both of you over so you were on your back. Pulling your panties down your legs, a gasp falling from your lips as the cool air of the room hit your sopping core. His eyes devoured the sight of you naked and exposed before him as he pushed down his own boxer briefs.

A string of pre-cum flinging from his fat pink swollen tip and landing on your low abdomen as his cock bounced up against his abdomen. Your legs spreading even further than before, your cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. You needed to feel him.

Reaching out your arms for him trying to pull him to you and he gladly obliged. Pushing your legs back and essentially folding you in half as he lowered to kiss you. A few sloppy open mouth kisses as he slotted his cock against your spread open pussy lips. Letting himself desperately hump against you. Spreading your warm slick along his throbbing length. The wet lewd sound intoxicating you both. Both of you were perfectly content to stay exactly like that and yet needing more at the same time.

“Fuck me John. I need to feel you inside of me.”

You were the one who broke first. Reaching between you to press him down just slightly so the head of his cock caught against your aching hole. Your body was practically sucking him in. He swore he had never felt anything as incredible as your warm wet pussy hugging his cock. His head spun as his hips stuttered after his first full thrust inside you.

As pent up as he was, John knew he wasn't going to last long. Not when your cunt felt like it was made for him. Not when you were whining so beautifully underneath him. Like you were every wet dream he'd ever had come to life. He was barely hanging on as it was when you started praising him.

“Your cock feels so good, John. Yes, don't stop. Feel so fucking good inside me. So fucking big. So fucking perfect.”

Your arms looped around his neck and hanging onto him for dear life as he held your legs open. Both of you daring to look down and watch your cunt stretch around his cock. A ring of white cream already forming around the base of his shaft. Proof that you were just as on edge as he was.

“Fuck. I'm not gonna last long honey. Wanna feel you cum around my cock before I fill you up.”

All you could do was helplessly nod and moan as John reached between you and started stroking your clit with his thumb. The roughness on the pad of his finger only adding even more stimulation. Your back arching into his touch and your praise growing louder as your orgasm started to build. The feeling of every ridge and vein on his cock hitting you perfectly.

“Harder John. Please. Fuck me harder. Wanted you for so long. Look so fucking hot in your suit. Surprised you can't smell how wet I get for you. Make me cum John. Please. Need to cum for you.”

His hips started to snap into you faster and harder. Just like you wanted. His full balls slapped against your ass. Punctuating your continued chants for him to make you cum. A growl emitting from his chest as he felt you start to squeeze him even tighter. Knowing he had you teetering on the edge of release.

“That’s it, honey. Know you're close. Cum for me baby. Cum for me and then I'll fill you up so fucking good. Tell me you need it!”

A high-pitched squeal coming from your lips as your orgasm hit you hard and fast. The delicious heat in your belly spreads through your limbs. Leaving your fingers and toes tingling as John continued his assault on your cunt. The squelching between you and the bedframe creaking was hotter than any porno you had ever seen.

As you came down from your high, you urgently needed to pull John to his own. Telling him exactly what he wanted to hear and letting him take everything he wanted from you. You wanted him to cum as hard as you had.

“You fuck me so good John. Come on baby, cum inside me. Fill my pussy up. I want you to cum inside me. I need to feel your cum inside me.”

His hips speeding up to a nearly inhuman rate. One of the perks of being a super soldier. Your eyes rolling back in your head as you started to reach the point of overstimulation. Your pussy somehow squeezing him tighter still. A growl through his gritted teeth was the only sound he could make as he hit his pinnacle.

One more hard thrust, and he buried himself in you as deep as he physically could. His nails leaving crescent shaped imprints in your hips that were sure to bruise. Rutting against you in a spasm with each spurt of cum that shot from his throbbing cock. Thick and warm. Coating your walls completely and overwhelming your senses. Sending you head first into another climax.

Your cunt trying to milk him of every drop he had. Your body pulling his seed even deeper. Like it belonged rooted in your womb. Like your body craved him and finally got what it needed.

You clung to each other. Lips and teeth nipping at any available flesh within your reach. John buried his face in the crook of your neck. Holding you as close as he could. Staying there until he absolutely had to move away.

Slowly starting to untangle your limbs from each other. Falling into another passionate kiss with John's spent cock still seated inside you. Only pulling out of you to go get a towel from the bathroom. Wetting it under the faucet before returning to join you in his bed.

Running the cloth over your forehead and down the sides of your neck to cool you down before dragging it down your body. Tracing it down the center of your chest before carefully dipping between your legs. Cleaning the mess the two of you created. Wiping you down before tossing it to the side and pulling the blanket up around the both of you.

You were dazed and throughly fucked out. Quickly drifting into a deep sleep, but not before pulling his arm around you and snuggling in tight to him. A soft smile on your face as you felt John tuck his scruffy jaw into your neck. Placing gentle kisses along your pulse point until he heard your breathing settle into a steady rhythm. Only then did he let himself fall asleep beside you.

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The morning sunlight was what woke you both. The warmth danced over your skin as you snuggled into each other closer. The debauched sights and sounds of the night before playing in both of your minds.

Your fingernails scraped lightly through the dusting of blonde hair on John's chest. The delicious ache between your thighs making itself known as you arched your spine to stretch. The tickle of his beard stubble against your forehead, making you tilt your head upward and start placing kisses under his jaw.

A content purr came from his chest as his strong arms pulled you up just far enough that he could kiss your lips. The passion started to grow between you again before you both pulled back and flopped back down. Hoping to get just a few more moments of rest before going for round 2.

Your head lay on his chest. Placing random kisses and bites against his skin. John tucked one arm behind his head and started drawing mindless patterns on your back with the fingers on his other hand.

“Morning”

Your voice was slightly gravely from the sounds he had pulled from you the night before. Your voice alone was enough to get him going again, but the nagging thought in the back of his mind, overriding his growing need to feel your body wrapped tight and wet around him again.

He needed to know what this was. Needed to know if he should tell his heart not to get used to the feeling of waking up with you in his arms. A sour feeling in his stomach at the possibility that this might be just a one-time thing. You made him feel alive like he hadn't felt in years. He didn't want to let you go and lose that feeling.

John nervously cleared his throat. Deciding it was best to face the situation head-on. Not drag out any hope if he couldn't have you as his.

“I'm not really a one night stand kind of guy. I don't… umm… I want this to be more than just sex. I really like you.”

You lifted your head off of his chest to gaze up at him. Nuzzling your nose into his neck before stretching up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. An almost assuring gesture. Assuring him you were really there in his arms and that you were in no rush to leave.

“I like you too, John. In case I didn't say that awkwardly enough yesterday. I wasn't planning on just fucking you and pretending it never happened if that's what you are worried about. It's just after you mentioned how long it had been for you, and that you weren't really sure how to do the dating thing. It had been a while for me too. So I thought, why hold out on the most nerve-racking part of this when we already know each other well enough to find out if the sex is good? I don't know about you, but I thought it was pretty damn good. That we are pretty damn good together.”

A soft smile on both of your faces as you both mentally replayed the highlights from your night together. Not just the sex, but the easy conversation and the way you fit together like pieces of a puzzle when you both feel asleep.

“So you want to try the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing? America's Sweethearts?”

He kissed the top of your head and waited for a response. He still found himself bracing for rejection. It was instinct at this point. Even if he knew what you were going to say by the way your body shifted somehow closer to his.

“Yeah Walker. I want to try the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. We aren't telling Val unless we want to.”

You crawled on top of him and let him wrap his arms around you. Bringing your lips to his again. This kiss was a little softer but no less passionate than last night. Letting yourselves start to melt into each other and continue what had begun the night before. Only to be startled by a tapping and then clicking noise coming from the large bedroom window.

Both of you were in shock as you turned and saw a photographer standing on the scaffolding occasionally used by window washers at the tower. Your jaw nearly smacked John in the face as the paparazzi began snapping pictures even faster now that he had the attention of both of you.

With no way to safely escape the compromising position without exposing more of yourselves, literally, you quickly pulled the comforter up over both of your heads. Disappearing into a white fluffy blob, before sticking one arm out and frantically trying to locate a phone. Frankly you didn't care whether it was yours or John's. You just needed reinforcements.

“Val is so dead!”

You exclaimed through gritted teeth as you called Ava. A moment later you heard a commotion outside the window and peeked out just in time to see her snatch the camera away from the man and toss it over the railing of the scaffolding before phasing through the window and walking past both you and John. Your two sets of eyes peered over the blanket at her. A smirk on her face as she subtly surveyed the scene and then showed herself out.

“Bucky and Yelena are making sure that the camera doesn't hit anyone on the ground and that it is completely unfixable. Next time, just remember to close the curtains. Nice to see you two idiots together, though.”

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Putting the finishing touches on about 8,000 words of new John Walker smut! Some fluff too, but that's mostly to facilitate the smut. Should be up sometime tomorrow. Yay!

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In my weird headcanon of this, Bucky is the one who hides how much he eats. Not for any real reason. He just feels weird if people are watching him eat. So he has snacks stashed in his room and other places.

Alexei is the one who will 1000% stand in front of the open fridge eating. Saying he's only gonna have a bite or two then 10 minutes later all the food is gone. In the morning he tries to pretend he has no idea who could have done this. Maybe Bob sleep eats? Everyone knows its really him.

I also agree with tag that John is probably the one who gets hangry. Like really pouty and bitchy about everything. Think Snickers commercials hangry.

Gonna write a fic of just how much Bucky, John, and Alexei need to eat and how the Thunderbolts’ grocery runs are insane and it’s always okay to steal Valentina’s money to buy all the food that John finesses in the kitchen.

I need the Super Soldiers to be up at 3 am eating bags of shredded cheese like rats

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So I dreamt about Bob last night...