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"problematic tower romance"

pairing: John Walker x fem!reader

words: 6.5k

summary: John liked to remind you that he was fifteen years older than you. You liked to remind him that you honestly didn't care.

warnings: age gap (John is in his late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), mutual pining, fighting & arguing, getting together, explicit sex scenes, (wet humping, vaginal sex)

a/n: the title of this fic is inspired by the book "problematic summer romance" by Ali Hazelwood! (big recommendation, I marked so many quotes of it on my kindle) thank you for everyone who showed interest in a fic idea like this, I was so motivated to keep writing because all of you!🤍 Enjoy!

ao3 version

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Everything you knew about John Walker was contradictory.

All your life, you had been trained to spot patterns, to look at a stranger and know their weakness within seconds. And yet, months had passed after you had become one of the New Avengers and still you couldn’t figure out the riddle that was John Walker.

He was made of the strongest steel, hardened from his life and never letting down his guard – never not hiding behind the shield of his own smugness and cockiness. He was harsh and commanding and older, and if he wanted to, he could be a real pain in the ass.

But somewhere along the way, between missions and the everyday life at the tower, something between you had shifted.

On the first glance, you had nothing in common.

He had a history, tragedies that had struck his life and evidently changed it for the worse and you were a blank slate, only growing into the abilities that made you strong and valuable to the group. Where he liked to stay for himself, playing grumpy old hard-to-get, you liked to surround yourself with your new companions, quickly carving yourself a place in everyone’s hearts.

Yet, there was an invisible force pushing you together.

And there came the day where almost inevitably, John subconsciously started to look out for your smile, his ears adjusting to find your sunny laugh echoing through the space that slowly became home.

Him and you drifted towards each other, circling each other’s orbit without meaning to. Closer, closer.

Neither of you had a habit of sleeping in and so, the kitchen was often shared between the two of you in the early mornings. Silently at first and then over hushed, small conversations that grew longer and longer over time. You discovered John was a pretty good cook until you weren’t even able to imagine what it was like to start your day without his greasy cheese and bacon toasts anymore. He often almost burned the eggs when he listened to you sing quietly along to the radio, in awe and mesmerized.

When the others eventually joined you for breakfast, the coffee between you had long gone cold with conversation. One last glance shared, almost like a secret before you’d go on with your day.

You joined his training – brutal at first, but so damn efficient – and he showed you how to defend yourself better, even letting you carry his shield for practice in case you’d need it one day. John didn’t know yet what the funny tug at his heartstrings meant when he saw you with it. And when you complained over sore muscles the day after, he sneaked you a salve from his private stash. He thought no one saw it, but Yelena and Ava shot you a knowing grin as you turned away with heated cheeks.

It was surprisingly easy to mess with John. It seemed like his shoulders only lost their tension when you made a joke, your sweet laugh a comforting music to his ears.

One time, Bob and you had tried to get one of the old kitchen devices to run since you wanted to bake a cake together.

“There’s no way anyone walking this planet still knows how to use this ancient technology.” Bob quirked his mouth at you and when you saw John come to stand above the two of you, a smile was ready, tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Hmm…let’s ask John, he was born among the dinosaurs.”

He cocked a brow at you, wanting to stay unimpressed which was hard when a literal sunshine was grinning up at him. “Really? An age joke? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, studying or something?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, his laughter warming your chest like nothing else.

On missions, there always was a shift in him and gone was your grumpy yet soft John, replaced by a sharp and focused weapon of a man who yet always found a way to look out for you. You didn’t miss the way he started to stick to your side, even if it meant breaking protocol. The ghost of his gloved hands drifting over your spine, to move you out of the way or give you an extra push to launch into an attack he had taught you.

You were becoming a team, on the job and outside of it and of course, as a woman in her twenties, you possessed good eyesight: John Walker was, almost annoyingly so, pretty fucking hot.

He wasn’t perfect, but battered yet sharp at the edges, and when he leaned over you for the first time to grab something on the table, freshly showered, white shirt and damp hair, his cologne had filled your senses and you couldn’t look away from him.

The thought of him, the idea of being with a man who wasn’t only older than you but a steady, comforting presence in your life, kept following you way into the nights until all you could think about was him and your hand inevitably drifted underneath your bed covers, fantasizing about what could be.

It was the smallest contacts that haunted you the most. 

His calloused thumb brushing over your braid. The way his eyes turned a shade darker when you looked at each other a moment too long. The warmth of his body when he brushed past you, getting to work and making you eggs the way you liked them. That one time during movie night his thigh feather lightly touched yours, your fingers drifting over a scar on his hand in the dark, barely breathing…

With the years John had on you – a decade and a half you liked to brush off as nothing when you thought of him, he was more experienced in every aspect and liked to show it. Whether it was his cut, commanding orders during missions or correcting your technique in the gym again and again, he liked to remind you that you were younger. Inexperienced to the world and its ways. Just a little doe that now played with the adults.

It drove you wild.

It turned you on more than it should’ve.

You had never wanted anyone more.

And secretly, while John beat himself up for getting a boner at the thoughts of you circling through his mind, you fully gave into them and thought: why the hell not?

During a mission in Rome, the tension between him and you had finally boiled over.

The others had stayed in New York while the two of you went to Europe, playing happy couple on a little trip while also spying on a cartel that had brought Val some trouble recently. Which meant that most of the time spent there, John was supposed to take you out on some fancy rooftop dates, with you dressed in pretty sundresses and heels as you tried to concentrate on the mission with his hand constantly on your lower back or your arm.

It also had been a shock to discover that you were actually the impulsive one in this unusual pretend-pairing, especially when this certain attribute surfaced during a chase through the narrow alleys until you had nearly caught a knife to your chest.

But John’s shield had been faster, catapulting the thing that could’ve ended your life against a wall and killing your opponent with it. For a moment, you both had stood still, breathing heavily as the reality of what could’ve happened sunk in and your eyes met. Yours confused and a little dazed, his wide and terrified. 

In the next second, you were pressed up against the wall, your thigh hooked over his waist as he kissed you desperately, senseless.

Maybe it was the aftermath of the scare, the adrenaline still pumping through both of your veins.

Or maybe what had been blossoming quietly between the two of you.

In that moment, it didn't matter.

When he had muttered a weak “We can’t…” against your lips, you only kissed him back harder, your arms secure and wanting wrapped around your neck, making him bend down to meet you.

“I don’t care.” You had whispered back, sealing your fate.

Back then, you hadn’t known yet how complicated John liked to make his own life.

The rest of the time in Rome had been spent in a dream, the mission complete, the flight scheduled soon but out of reach. The two of you had let yourselves be swallowed by the vibrant city, getting lost in the streets and old monuments, forgetting of the titles you both wore and who you were supposed to be.

An invisible question mark floated between you at all times.

Will we? when his thumb brushed over the corner of your lip to wipe away some vanilla ice cream.

Will we? when you casually entwined your fingers with his as he carried your shopping bags.

Will we? when you watched the sunset and you leaned your head against his arm, one of his hands splayed over your thigh.

During your last night, after a delicious dinner where pinkies kept brushing and electricity sparking, you finally found yourself in his hotel room, drowning in his sheets and him.

You were tangled together, all breathy moans and heated flesh, his suit and your flowy flower dress dropped and forgotten on the floor. Your silky hair splayed down on his pillow, his broad shoulders reddened from your nails scratching him passionately.

John tried to keep most of his weight off you, but you kept dragging him down.

You didn’t want to be babied. You wanted to be covered in him, swallowed up by all of him and never to be seen again. Your back arched as he hit just the right spot and you gasped into his mouth, your hand pulling him down by his sweaty nape, ready to be devoured by his kiss.

“There’s fifteen years between us.” He gasped against your neck, hips rutting into you slow and deep, his teeth gritted and hot breath lighting you on fire.

You nudged your nose with his, forcing him to look at you as you bit down on his bottom lip, hard. “Congrats on knowing how to count, John.”

Everything in you seized up when he suddenly bit down on your neck, softly licking over the mark before doing it again just because you let him. Your pussy clenched around him, ankles locking behind his back and pushing him further into madness.

There was a crazed urgency in the way his hips snapped into yours. Like he needed to get deeper, no sight of being sated yet as he fucked you into the mattress. John was everywhere, filling up your senses as he kept you full with his cock, legs spread wide around him as you held on to him for dear life.

He couldn’t look away from you if he wanted to, fascinated with your rosy cheeks and soft, parted lips.

You were soft. 

Not fragile, far from it, but precious to him and the others.

And even as if he was buried deep into your sweet warmth, all John could think about was that it was only a matter of time until he’d mess this up and break you just like everything else that used to be good in his life.

But he had never claimed to be perfect.

And so, he kept fucking you into an earth-shattering high, until your body twitched and shook in his embrace and you slowly fell asleep on his chest, his arms keeping you safe and close to him all night.

After Rome, he withdrew.

Putting a reasonable and safe distance between himself and you.

John had no bigger enemy in this world than his own mind sometimes and so, he carefully loosened his hold on your sleeping form the next morning, trying his best to shake off what had been growing so gently inside of him.

You had not realized the last time he planned to allow himself to be in a room with you was the debrief with the team after you got home. And even then, John had barely looked at you.

The next day, after sitting over cold breakfast for an hour, you understood that he wasn’t coming. And when he walked past you with Bucky later, jaw tense and face scarily neutral, something inside of you reeled back in shock. 

The first few days, you were a little lost, the happiness you had felt when you had drifted off in John’s arms fading into a numb confusion. The passionate night shared between you kept replaying itself in your mind and you wondered where things had taken a wrong turn. You hadn’t been in a relationship before and you couldn’t help but think you had done something wrong.

And John didn’t give you a chance to ask.

While life at the tower went on, John avoided you, never crossing paths at the gym and even excusing himself from conversations when he saw you approach.

At first, it was frustrating.

Then, it became infuriating.

Your hurt heart built itself a cage of anger, a constant burn in your chest following you around until one day – after a good, healing talk with the girls and Bob – you understood what the fucking problem was.

There was a deep, heavy self-hate inside of John Walker.

A guilt he couldn’t brush off, dark and ugly and making him believe after everything, he didn’t deserve happiness like the one he felt with you. After his downfall in society, the split with Olivia…what good had he done to deserve you? What gave him the right to rely on someone like you, still so young and unsullied from the world’s tragedies?

Even after the mission and time you had spent together, you haunted him in his dreams, your smile and beauty brightening up his nights until he’d wake and hate himself a little more for not being able to let go of you. The idea of you. Someone young he’d have a second chance with. John knew if you were his, he’d spend every second of his day cherishing you, spoil you rotten and keep you as happy as he could.

But you deserved better.

So, he continued to give you space. When he refused to go on another duo mission with you during the next conference, suggesting Bucky could get the job done instead, you finally had enough.

You watched him leave for the gym like a coward, determined to not give up on one of the few things that truly made you feel alive and wanted. If John wasn’t going to talk to you or acknowledge what happened, you’d have to pry yourself a way back into his life.

Manchild.

You went after him, making a quick detour to your room to change into the shortest gym shorts you could find. When you arrived, John was already blowing off steam at one of the boxing sacks, his shirt drenched with sweat.

Leaning against the wall, you watched with an aching heart, the way his muscles shook, strength and anger searing through every vein of his. John was not going to stop until he’d either thrown the sack off its hook or you found the bravery to put an end to this.

“You should take it out on me.” You spoke up after a while, bitterly.

John stilled, breath heavy as he turned around to look at you. One look, that’s all it took. “Fuck no.”

“I want you to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Oh? Since when do you care about what you want?” You pushed yourself off the wall, glaring at him angrily. “You’ve done an excellent job to convince yourself that you don’t want me. If you want to push me away so badly, I need you to fight back.”

There was so much unspoken between the two of you.

But you were a fighter.

If the point came where words weren’t enough anymore, you still had your fists.

You launched yourself at him, a surprised grunt leaving his lips as you attacked, unhinged and frayed at your very edges. You were tired, occupied at night to think of the one in front of you and you were angry that he possessed the audacity to toss you aside like you were nothing to him.

And your body held on to this ugly knot inside of you and doubled it, making sure to throw every storm of feeling abandoned and rejected into the fight. Annoyingly easily, John slipped into defense, keeping you away as you tried to crowd him, getting all up into his space with a growl.

Sweat stuck to your exposed skin as he kept pushing you away, never attacking back.

When your closed fist hit his chest, John didn’t even flinch and it poured gasoline all over the fire inside of you. You were getting messy, not smart or strategic anymore, just trying to hit him wherever you could while he kept his defense up with a stubbornness that made you see red.

Only your heavy breathing and grunts echoed across the gym, reminding you of when he had been on top of you, his cock dragging over that mushy spot that made you see stars, your mouths melting together in a wild kiss.

A sudden sob tore its way from your throat when the skin of your knuckles broke against his solid form and you hissed, head fuzzy and swaying on your feet. John instantly lost his posture, trying to grab your wrist and check the damage.

You struggled against him, hating the way tears suddenly pricked at your eyes. “Let go of me!”

“Hey, you have to stop- Stop, honey, stop!”

With one last raging strength, you pushed him away. Staring at him wide-eyed, you panted and felt every inch of your bruised heart beat wildly in your chest. “Really, John?! Honey? You ignore me for days, leaving every room like I’m the walking plague after you railed me into your mattress and now I’m suddenly honey?! Looking back on how you treated me, I am nothing to you, am I wrong?”

John stared back at you, hating the way your blood dripped down on the floor because of him. And the look in your beautiful eyes…he hated himself just a little more.

He rubbed his face in frustration, knowing that if he didn’t put his hands to use, he’d pull you into his arms with them. “You’re not no…fuck. I just shouldn’t have… I lost control. I was taking advantage and I’m not going to be-“

You scoffed, offended, and cut him off. “I can’t believe you. Are you seriously blaming yourself for me ending up in bed with you? God, I wish- I wish you would realize that I’m in fact an adult and have critical thinking skills. If I wanted to stay away from you, I would’ve. If I didn’t want to be close to you, Rome would’ve never happened the way it did. Do you really think I would’ve let you fuck me when I didn’t fucking want you so badly I can’t even breathe? Are you thinking this low of me, John?”

You hated the way your voice had started shaking, the insecurity of the past days rising again in your chest. For the first time, you really acknowledged the years between him and you. Your heart was young. If he was going to break it, you’d have all the time in the world to heal – but without him.

John shook his head, a tortured expression on his face. “It’s not- Christ, I could never think low of you. But this can’t happen. It’s not about you, it’s…”

Just as he wanted to turn away from you, you grabbed his shoulder and spun him back around. “Then tell me what this is about. Talk to me!”

You were standing close now, him looking down on you with dark, clouded eyes. Fighting against himself on the inside. Lowly, he said: “I’m fifteen years older than you. This is a new situation for all of us and if anything, I’m supposed to be someone who protects you, a- a friend.”

The word tasted bitter in your mouth. “Friends don’t sleep with each other like it means something.”

And just like that, the fire was back in him. “Fine, then someone who’s not taking advantage when there’s clearly a power imbalance! This is problematic.”

“You’re not taking advantage.” You urged, clinging to the little hope you had of talking some sense into him, although you felt just as mad as he did. “I want you. You want me.”

“How could I not want you?!” John exploded, muscular chest falling and rising rapidly, out of control when his heart was only screaming for you. “You’re smart and beautiful and the best thing that happened to me in months and I stood no chance, none. I’m trying to be reasonable and good for once in this new fuckery that’s my life and I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you and you keep making it so fucking hard to stay away from you.”

You were breathing each other’s air, the anger you had held on to not lose your mind slowly saying goodbye and vanishing in the depths of his blue eyes. John looked defeated and regretful and wide open and you felt yourself taking another step. Right into his space, his heart. (But that had been yours from the beginning on.)

“Then don’t.” You said simply and took his hand, his large warm palm resting in your uninjured smaller one. “I don’t want you to stay away from me. We can fight or argue or whatever it is you prefer over fucking me senseless the way I want you to. Even if there was a power balance, I wouldn’t give a fuck if it means I’d have you. I…want to be close to you and I want to fall asleep in your arms without worrying that you will disappear in the morning. But I also want to joke with you and talk and- go back to how it used to be between us. Just…don’t go back to ignoring me because I can’t take that and- I’ll murder you if you do.” You ended weakly, a sad smile on your face.

John swallowed hard, his long exhale unsteady as his thumb brushed softly over your hand. “You’re too good. I didn’t want to treat you like this, it’s just…I think I’m going to screw this over like I do with everything else in my life. If I’m ever hurting you again, I’ll gladly let you end me, honey.”

There it was again, the nickname.

Familiar and soothing.

Slowly, as if you were about to startle him, you leaned up on your tiptoes and let your lips press the smallest kiss to his stubbled jaw. Lovingly, you murmured against his skin: “Idiot.”

“I know, I know…” He pressed his lips together, his eyes so full of longing, you almost forgot to breathe. “I’m going to make this up to you. You deserve the fucking world and I’m…I’m gonna try to be better.”

You softened. “You’re already good enough for me.”

He didn’t agree, but he also didn’t argue.

Instead, John pulled you into his arms and held you against his chest. You let out a sigh, marveling at the way your head fitted perfectly under his chin, how you felt at home in the blink of an eye, cradled and loved the way you were meant to me.

“I don’t just want sex.” John murmured into your hairline, his hand rubbing circles onto your small shoulders. “I want it all, with you. If you’ll have me.”

You smiled, dazed and hopeful and wide open. “I already got you, John.”

“Good.” He nodded, his lips kissing the top of your head, then your temple, your nose. You could’ve stayed like this forever, tired out by the fight but finally at peace before his deep voice broke the silence in the gym once more. “Will you please let me look at your hand now?”

And despite the low throbbing pain in your knuckles, you laughed breathlessly into his chest.

For a while, things between John and you were fragile, careful.

What had started out as a fire out of control had simmered down to a slow exploration of each other, cautious of any more bumps his self-punishing streak could cause.

You were still doing breakfast together, but now those lazy mornings would start with neck kisses and tasting blueberries and pancakes on his lips. You still had some age jokes in the chamber and so had the rest of your team now that you didn’t hide anymore.

You were as unapologetic about your attachment as ever and you couldn’t help but beam every time John lost some of his self-hate. When your hand found his or your head needed to rest on his shoulder for a while, he’d let it happen.

At some point – you couldn’t really pinpoint how it started – John developed a habit where he couldn’t sleep without you. It started slow, with him quietly trailing after you once movie night ended, a big shadow following you to your room. He’d move in sync with you and help you out of your clothes only to put one of his shirts on you. 

In the beginning, your heart had nearly exploded when John had crawled into bed with you, his touch searching but not demanding as he moved you like a dolly until you’d fit perfectly against him and he was satisfied with the amount of his skin making contact with yours. He was kind of like an oversized teddy bear like this and when you whispered exactly that into his ear, he softly slapped your ass and cuddled you even closer.

Those were the peaceful and quiet nights at the tower.

You came to know others, too.

There were times when John still blocked you off.

There was so much guilt inside of him, suffocating him at times where he would’ve shut off completely in the past. But when he drew up his walls now, they went up with you in them. In the dark silence of his room, where everything felt too heavy and out of control, you laid yourself on top of him, a warm and very much alive safety blanket that grounded him better than any self-destructive gym session ever could.

And when you brushed some of his hair away from his forehead, taking care of his bruised soul with the softest touches and words, John knew he was going to be okay.

Magically, your things wandered over into his room over time until you couldn’t imagine anymore what it was like before, pining after one another wall to wall. Your nights always consisted of murmured conversations now, nose to nose and keeping each other warm and comfy and you resisted the urge to pinch yourself if this was really your life now. (John pinched himself on a daily basis.)

He learned every way to make love to you, sometimes sensual and slow, other times hard and fast when you both needed it to be that. You were more than smug when you discovered that John was kinda getting off on knowing you were younger now, allowing himself to love you unashamed, for all you were.

Your hunger for each other was insatiable. Ever-growing.

Like a fire you could only put out when he was balls deep inside of you and even then, John and you burned.

This morning, miraculously, he and you had stayed in bed.

You had gotten home from a quick mission a few days ago, but the time difference was still messing with your head. Since John revealed himself to be an oversized cuddly bear, you had a hard time getting out of bed early in the morning anymore. Which meant: you literally couldn’t move because his arms wouldn’t let go of you.

You stifled a little yawn, content to watch the city outside of the panorama windows for now, John’s body a steady presence against your back. You remembered having fallen asleep on top of him, but now he was spooning you, your head bedded on his bicep and his other arm slung around your waist, massive hand close to cup your chest.

It was so natural, familiar.

If your mornings started out anything different than this, without him, you didn’t want them.

You sighed happily and shifted back against his tall form, luring a sleepy groan from deep within his chest when your barely clothed bum brushed against his dick. John’s arms tightened around you and he exhaled deeply, burying his face in your neck and making you squirm as his hot breath hit the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“’morning…” He murmured, his hoarse sleepy voice sending pleasant shivers down your spine. Last night, you had ridden him like a goddess, taking him deep inside of you as he worshipped your body dutifully and let you lead. He had stayed inside afterwards, out of breath for once and a fucking goner for the girl in his lap. But now, with him so closely plastered to your back, his thumb brushing lazy circles around your rosy buds, you knew he was far from done with you.

You looked over your shoulder and touched his beard. “Hi…time to take your morning meds yet?”

His nose scrunched up, two of his fingers plucking on your nipple and making you moan between your giggling. “Fuck off.”

“Actually, no.” You grinned at him, rubbing your ass shamelessly against the growing bulge in his boxers. “Fuck me.”

John shook his head in playful disbelief, brushing your hair away from your shoulder so he could kiss your neck, all open-mouthed and wet and exactly how you craved it right now. You could already feel yourself getting wet from being so thoroughly caged in by him, no chance of escaping his sweet assault. “Such a dirty girl…you already soaked, honey?”

You grabbed his chin and led him up, kissing him filthily as he moaned into your mouth and your ass rubbed over his hard dick just right. “Come and find out, old man.”

That was every invitation he needed.

In a whirlwind, John threw the covers off the bed, leaving you unprotected and barely clothed in front of him. You bent one of your legs, showing him how wet the silky fabric of your lace panties already were, your chest blooming with hickeys and bite marks he had left on you when you had bounced on it last night.

John’s eyes darkened, fixed on the dark patch over your center. He loved the color of your hair against his navy-blue sheets. Loved how you smelled like him, how familiar you were in his space. And he loved nothing more than fucking his girl into oblivion and he licked his lips, planning to do just that.

You writhed against his sheets, beaming under his undivided attention, breath hitching when he leaned over you and parted your legs with his hips. John hummed deep in his throat, nosing at your neck as he took both your wrists and placed them up over your head. Quickly, he pulled his shorts down and threw your panties over his shoulder.

“Fuck, John…” You stared up at him, trusting and excited and he thought, if he wouldn’t get into trouble about it, he’d keep you in this room forever. Away from everyone else that wasn’t him, his to cherish and love and fuck.

“’gonna take care of my baby girl.” He mumbled, kissing down your chest before he pushed his hips forward. You both exhaled sharply when his long, curved cock slid over your wet pussy just right.

The friction was delicious and you seized up, back bowing off the bed as he started to rub himself against your core, coating his length in your arousal like it fucking belonged to him. Your fingers closed around nothing, trying to center yourself and he noticed instantly and surged down, connecting your lips in a hot lazy kiss.

“Shit, that feels s-so good…” You whimpered between kisses. Your efforts to somehow match his rhythm couldn’t compare to his authority. It was John leading, knowing what you needed. You slumped back and gasped when the tip caught at your clit, soaking it in his precum too.

“Jesus, you’re unbelievable.” John peppered kisses over your boobs, sucking them into his mouth and listening to your little moans like it was a symphony. You were ruining the bed and he fucking loved it, feeling your legs around his waist, heels digging into his butt as he kept grinding against you.

“I need you to- fuck, get inside me.” For emphasis, you bit down on his bottom lip. “Now.”

John sat back, letting go of your wrists and being immediately pulled down by you. “Greedy little thing.”

“You were the one who woke up with a boner.”

“You rubbed yourself against me.”

You winked at him. “I heard old people often just need enrichment.”

John chuckled darkly. “Oh, honey. I’m gonna fuck the sass right out of you.”

Yes please.

He sank down on you, stroking himself one more time before he slowly pushed into you. You sometimes still needed a moment – the serum had enhanced everything – and he watched carefully, the little frown on your face softening as you adjusted, your hands a bit shaky on his shoulders.

His calloused thumb circled your clit for a while and slowly, you eased up around him with a sigh.

“’s good…” You nodded and tested the waters by flexing around him, eliciting a bunch of curses from his mouth at the sudden pressure. You giggled in delight, a little unbelieving, a lot in love. He was yours and he was not going to leave again. “You can move. Don’t hold back.”

John kissed you, pulling out almost all the way before he pushed back into you, making your toes curl as he started a steady passionate rhythm. You moaned against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders and holding onto him tight.

“Fuck yesss…” You hissed as he cupped your bum with one hand and lifted you just a little bit, the new angle allowing John to hit your g-spot just right.

“God, you’re so wet for me, honey.” John groaned, resting his head against your shoulder and moving you back and forth on his cock as if you weighed nothing at all. “’m gonna make you see stars.”

The snarky remark on your tongue died as he swiftly turned you around on your stomach before immediately pressing himself flat against your back.

“You’re mine.” He growled, hand pushing your sticky thighs apart as he buried himself in you once more, your whimper damped only briefly by the pillows before his hand came to rest easy on your throat and lifted your head. A moment later, he bit you and you convulsed around him.

He fucked into you as if he hadn’t already claimed you for himself. Full of purpose and aching need, hot-headed and adoring. John bullied his hand between you and the mattress, cupping your whole pussy with it as he grinded into you like a man possessed.

“You look so fucking beautiful, honey, so cute with your little whimpers.” He whispered into your ear, knowing he had you completely now. “’gonna come in you so deep, you’ll feel it for days. My good girl. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

You sobbed in pleasure, not caring for your drool on his pillow, trying to grab behind yourself and push him deeper.

He growled into the soft space between your shoulder blades. “Still need more of me, hm? We can fix that.”

In one swift, strong motion, he sat back on his haunches and took you with him, your whole body boneless and slumping against him, just as you had woken up. Your back against his chest, your dripping pussy now spread wide around his dick.

You shrieked, feeling him up in your belly and grabbed his hair, letting yourself be lifted and pushed down on his cock like he wanted to. The filthy sound of skin slapping against skin, combined with your shared moans, filled the room. It was fucking heaven.

With one of his hands still resting lightly on your throat, the other sneaked down and rubbed your throbbing clit and you moaned his name, head dropping onto his shoulder as he bucked wildly into you.

“J-John, I’m gonna come-“ You whimpered, reduced to only feeling him, your combined scent enveloping you and mind slipping further away as white-hot pleasure completely overwhelmed you.

“That’s it.” John gritted his teeth, spurning you on towards the edge. “Come on my cock, honey. Let me feel you. Fuck yeah-“

You screamed, falling over the edge in his arms and letting go of yourself entirely. John held you through it, his hips bucking a few more times until he came with you, both of your bodies almost melting into one as he slowly let you down on the bed and gathered your twitching body right back into his arms.

He was still inside of you and you smiled blissfully at him through your lashes, brushing a few blond strands away from his sweaty forehead. John looked absolutely wrecked for you and you couldn’t help but hide your wide smile in his chest. You were so full of him, blissed out and sleepy and he was still there, right where he belonged. With you.

“You are incredible.” John said quietly and kissed your temple, both of you slowly climbing down from your high as your breath mingled. “So, so good for me…”

“If you continue sweet talking to me like that, we’re not going to leave the bed.” You whispered while drawing little hearts on his naked chest.

John huffed out a laugh. “Not a problem for me.”

“For me neither.” You playfully bit down on his pec and he groaned underneath his breath. “Just worrying about you, y’know?”

“Ah, come on.” His hand glid over your spine, softly stroking your back and keeping you warm. You felt him softening inside of you, but it’d be only a matter of time if you kept this up. “Don’t make me proof myself like this.”

“We’ll see.” You kissed his nose contently. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” John smiled, hiking your leg a little higher on his hip for comfort. It wasn’t the first time you had said it, the words lived in by now yet making his heart flutter every single time he got to say or hear them. He was home.

After a while, in the quietness of his bedroom, John blinked back at you and muttered: “I think I pulled something in my back.”

Your giggle echoed in his ears, his heart.

Recently, John was grateful for a lot of things, but above all, he was grateful that you had not given up on him and made him stay.

And now? He was never going to let go of you again.

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[inkskinned]

okay i almost never address the very small amount of internet fame i have. and sometimes yes it sucks. people often repost my work, or clip it out of context, or flat-out steal it. but like it can be very funny. once a follower dm'd me to say a guy on hinge was pretending to be "inkskinned", and actually had even started his own insta. when she said "i've followed her for years i don't think you're her", he said - actually r.i.d is like seven people, we just made those initials up. (rude). when i found his insta and messaged him, he begged me to just lie and say he was r.i.d because "it's hard for men to date."

once someone said she should be allowed to plagiarize my work because she was a body-positive influencer and that if i "made a big deal" about this and "got her cancelled", i would be doing damage to my own community and i was never "actually" an ally.

i bear these things with the aura of a martyr, the way my catholic father raised me to. i message privately. i handle things quietly and quickly. i do not complain because i am very, very, very, very blessed and i know that. mercy and gentleness literally pour out of me every morning when i wake up, and then i have to mop the floors for how very Good i am.

however today is the first time i have ever had a very specific problem that neither requires me to correct this person nor throw them to the dogs but is somehow worse than years of hatemail, reddit thread death threats, and pinterest reposts:

someone quoted me and just got it, like, a little wrong.

[dandeliont3aandsageleaves]

The Batfam: Tim really is the best of us. He is the ideal Robin.

Meanwhile Tims To Do List:

Clone dead boyfriend best friend

Become international art thief

Infiltrate and destroy assassin cult

Cheat

Create death trap

Create Batmobile

Hide second Batmobile from Batman

Crash second Batmobile

Cheat (again)

Impersonate Santa Claus

[ex0rin]

Wyatt Russell as John Walker | Thunderbolts* Big Game Trailer

[urstalkergf]

[theshatteredsilhouette]

ngl having a DNI in your bio basically tells me you don’t know how to curate your own online space.

like sorry if this sounds mean but the internet is not going to cater to you personally and it is up to you to use the tools are your disposal (mute/block/unfollow/blacklist) to shape your space.

[h3llis4teenageg1rl]

that diary the only best friend, really

[gaykey]

wumuti & rui's views on pronouns - just so we're all aware.

[noecoded]

heartbreaking:the worst people you know just started an emo band

[thefloatingstone]

The older I get and the more terrible takes I see the more in favour I become of gatekeeping

[wishchip106]

i’m looking at those certain tiktok xmen fans

[vividxpages]

"sugar sweet jealousy"

pairing: John Walker x fem!reader

words: 6.2k

summary: during a undercover mission at a night club, some unexpected jealousy hits John full force. luckily, there's an empty lounge room and he can show you who you belong to.

warnings: age gap (John is in his late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), suggestive dancing, jealousy & possessiveness, dirty talk, oral sex (f!receiving), wall sex

a/n: i'm back again with another story about John and his girl! 🤍 this is set in the same world as "problematic tower romance", but can be read as a stand-alone! i have a few other ideas for this AU, so there might be another part if you are interested! thank you for all the love and everyone reading, I hope you'll enjoy this.

ao3 version

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God, it felt good to be loved by him.

When you were younger, you had dreamed about something like this, the sweet kind of life with someone you were crazy about. Back then, you just hadn’t known it was going to happen to you like this; your perfume on his bathroom counter and your clothes in his dryer. A polka-dotted hair tie that smelled like your shampoo around his wrist and his favorite pizza toppings memorized in your mind forever.

It really was the simple things with John that made your life effortlessly light and happy these days.

It also helped that the man was an absolute fool for you.

Of course, every newly established couple had a honeymoon phase, but right now it felt like this one was never going to end – not that you wanted it to. Ever since John and you had gotten together, you only continued to get to know each other and as time passed, you discovered how much of a softie your super soldier really could be.

And John had stayed true to his word that he didn’t want casual.

He wanted to fall asleep with you safely tucked against him and take you out on legit dates where he’d pay and order your favorite dessert for you. He wanted to know you were happy and cared for and listened to. He wanted to be a gentleman and get his shit together for once and until now, he had kept this promise.

He could handle your silly little jokes about the fateful fifteen years between you and him as long as he got to see your sunshine smile close up for another day.

And you were happier than ever.

Being in love looked good on you. The two of you looked good together.

And, it had to be said, the sex was incredible.

It was like John couldn’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of him.

There still was a hot-headed urgency in the way he loved you, like he was afraid he was going to lose it again in the blink of an eye. You weren’t made of glass and could handle everything he gave you, but often you’d end up completely boneless once he was done with you, body limp and tired out in his arms while his come still leaked from between your thighs…

You shook yourself from these thoughts as you got out of the cab at the foot of the watchtower. Tonight, you had spent some time with Yelena and Ava outside of your new home’s walls.

Girl’s night. A tradition you had established and was very much needed with this much masculine energy around you twenty-four-seven. Usually, you’d find a cute little restaurant where you could eat and chat in peace. (Thankfully, the girls had gotten over the point where they riddled you with questions over why the hell John held your heart.)

After a quick midnight snack in the kitchen and stifling your laughter as Yelena made jokes, you said goodnight to the girls and went to your quarters.

You tiptoed down the corridor, past John’s closed door where he was most likely sleeping safe and sound. Smiling to yourself at the thought, you slipped into your own room and softly closed the door behind you.

To be honest, it had been a while since you slept on your own. There wasn’t a need for it anymore when you had a bulky super soldier who used you to sleep like you were his personal plushie. You yawned to yourself as you slipped out of your clothes and got ready for bed, the sight of your full shelves in the bathroom so different from John’s few belongings.

Just as you settled underneath the covers with a happy little sigh, you heard the door open and close again with a small click.

You listened to bare feet making their way across your room, shoulders relaxing when you came to the conclusion that you weren’t in danger. The steps were too careful to mean trouble and too heavy to belong to one of the girls.

You looked over your shoulder and squinted at the tall figure standing beside your bed. The room was painted in silver by the moon, illuminating him. 

“John? What are you doing?” You mumbled sleepily.

He looked like he had tried to sleep before, but ended up tossing and turning. He wore those grey joggers you liked to see so much on him, hanging low on his hips and his shirt was all wrinkled. He looked like a big teddy bear, the imprint of a pillow visible on his cheek where a fresh cut was healing.

“Why didn’t you come to my room?” He whispered with a small frown and you discarded the teddy bear image and settled on an oversized puppy instead.

“I just got back.” You whispered back. “It’s the middle of the night. I didn’t want to wake you.”

He shook his head. “I’m not sleeping without you.” John said it like it was self-explanatory, leaving no room for contradictions.

You smiled at him in the dark. As enticing as it would be to get carried back to his bed by him, you were sleepy. So, you lifted the covers in invitation and John wordlessly climbed into them, his strong arms sneaking around your waist and pulling you against him.

There was his immediate warmth, something so comforting even your own blanket couldn’t provide anymore. He had ruined you for anything else – but so have you ruined him.

He spooned you snugly with a little huff, getting comfortable and relishing the feeling of your smaller body against his. These were the moments where John couldn’t remember anymore what life had been like without you.

And he never wanted to find out again.

You stroked slowly through his hair as he cuddled you close, listening to the sound of your combined breathing. Pressing a small kiss to his temple, you hummed contently to yourself. “You can be pretty soft when you want to be, did you know that?”

John thought about it for the moment.

All his life, he had been a lot of things.

Soft wasn’t a word he was usually described as.

“Only for you…” He mumbled against your skin. “You had a good time?”

“Yeah…” You yawned once again and he chuckled behind you. “Love you. Sleep now.”

“Love you too, honey.” And he did, more relaxed than before with the familiar feeling of you in his arms…

One of the things you liked to do that made the tower feel more like home was baking.

It had started before John, a way to relax and sometimes to blow off steam outside of the gym. You made little cakes and cupcakes and it was always nice to have a self-made treat closeby.

Somewhen along the way, the others had joined in.

“Everyone got a minute?” Bucky looked into the round with his hands on his hip.

The kitchen looked a little…used.

At the counter, Alexei was currently kneading dough like it was an Olympic Sport he intended to win gold in. Yelena and Ava were sitting next to each other on the counter, fingers deep in some raw cookie dough with chocolate chips. John was dutifully measuring whatever you handed him and you were coordinating this perfect little chaos around you like you never did anything else.

The only one working quietly was Bob, who was not going to be on the mission, but nodded encouragingly at Bucky anyways.

“Alright.” Bucky rubbed his face, tired but not surprised by the lack of a general attention spawn in front of him. “This Saturday. There’s this club downtown, secretly housing an underground basement involved in a black market for weapons. Valentina wants access. We’re going in there to get it. It’ll be packed and we don’t want any attention on us or trouble which is why Alexei and Walker are going to stay outside, keeping watch.”

The two men mentioned groaned in protest.

“Dad, you’re too old for a club anyway.” Yelena reminded Alexei.

“C’mon Bucky, you’ll need me in there.” John argued while handing you the tube with pink glitter you’d been looking for.

“For once we’re intending to avoid fights so no, John, I really don’t need you in there.”

Sensing this argument was far from over yet, you handed Bucky a new spoon with some of your dough which he wordlessly took. “What will we do?”

“Tastes good.” He gave you a quick smile. “You, Yelena and I are going in, disguised as guests. Ava is assisting us from the roof, because we suspect there’s a shaft leading to the basement.”

You frowned at Ava.

“I’ve been there this morning.” She explained to you, shaking her head in disappointment. “The hidden entrance in the club doesn’t let me through. There’s some kind of mechanism built in it that recognizes my ability.”

“So we’ll do this the old-fashioned way?” Yelena furrowed her brows at Bucky. “Let me guess. The club owner has the card for the door?”

Bucky nodded grimly. “Yes, but there’s actually four of them. All brothers, but only one access card. And we don’t know who keeps the card on them. Which is why…we need to get close to them.”

There was a beat of silence in the room. Bucky and you shared a look and from what you were seeing, he didn’t like this part of the plan at all, but there was no other way to get it done without involving violence.

“Okay.” You said after a moment and nodded. “I can do that.”

“Wh- Wait, what did we just agree on here?” John wanted to know, a notch too loud.

Alexei – thank god – finally stopped his assault on the dough in front of him and smiled proudly at you. “The weapons of a woman. You have my full admiration.”

Yelena rolled her eyes and took another sample. “Alright. When will we be leaving?”

“Woah, woah, woah, no.” John raised a hand, willing everyone to slow down for a second as you looked at him in surprise. “I don’t like this. There’s gotta be another day without her having to do that.”

“I can handle myself.” You told him softly.

John let out a deep breath. “I know you can. But I know these assholes can’t.”

“I’ll be fine-“

John turned to Bucky, as ice cold as steel as a man with rainbow sprinkles on his shirt could look. “I want to be teamed up with her. I’m not gonna leave her out of my sight.”

You suddenly felt a little breathless, looking at the girls for help. While Yelena sighed dramatically, Ava hid her amused grin in another dip of cookie dough. You looked back at John, who was still staring at Bucky. In that moment, it hit you that you didn’t know if you were offended or incredibly turned on.

Bucky sighed. “If I say no, will you let this go?”

“No.”

A warm shudder went through you.

Bucky and John continued their stare-off until Bucky eventually sighed and shook his head. “Fine. But stick to the plan.”

The corner of John’s mouth twitched arrogantly. “I will. But if someone disrespects her, I will step in.” He announced darkly, jaw all tense and stance determined to protect what was his. “I don’t care if I blow our cover. Everyone who comes too close to her is a dead man.”

Yelena, Ava and Bucky looked like they regretted every decision in their lives that had led them up to this moment. Bob let out a low, impressed whistle. And you stood in the middle of them, cookie dough spatula paused mid-air as you felt the overwhelming urge to drag him out of this room and suck him off until he’d black out from pleasure.

“Ah, young love.” Alexei mused with a dreamy smile.

There was a beat of silence before Ava calmly pointed out: “Well, John’s not so young anymore.”

“I hate you all.” John grumbled and pulled you close by the waist as you snickered.

So, this was settled…sort of.

The club was bursting at the seams on this Saturday night.

It hadn’t been easy to get in, all four of you having split up before the bouncer looked at your fake IDs. There were hidden coms in your ears that kept you connected, but that was about it. Now, each of you was on their own.

“I still don’t like this.” John had told you back at the tower.

He stood behind you in front of the mirror, zipping your cocktail dress up and brushing your hair away from your nape. A small kiss followed, soft and caring.

“I know.” You turned around, your hot pink heels making you almost match his height for once. “But you have to trust me, trust the team. I’ll be safe and it’ll be over as soon as I get my hands on the card.”

“I know you got this.” He said quietly. “I’m just not sure I can control myself for that long.” A vision in red flashed through his mind; another blinding hot rage he couldn’t shake out of, so many eyes watching him in terror and shock. You, looking at him with fear in them.

“You’ll be fine.” You said simply, scaring away the dark clouds hanging over his mind with an assuring smile of yours. “And maybe…if you’ll behave…” You walked to the door, letting his silk tie slip playfully through your fingers.

John groaned, gaze inevitably fixed on how you swayed your hips. Fuck, you looked so good leaving, although he hated it. “What? Ah, come on, finish your sentence-“

You had been mingling for a while now, ordering yourself the occasional sweet cocktail as you ignored offers to buy from guys around you. The atmosphere around you was bubbly and you almost couldn’t remember a time anymore where you would’ve been one of those dancing people.

All these people and lights around you and yet, you only saw him.

While Bucky and Yelena were standing together close by at the bar, John had kept himself obediently in the background, walking around the edges of the club as the four of you tried to seek out the brothers who were in possession of the access card.

He was not more than a shadow, yet he radiated your life.

You leaned back against the counter for a moment, catching the exact moment he noticed you. He almost looked out of place in this crowd, uniform all gone and traded for a suit you had last seen him in in Rome. His hand kept flexing at his side, like the absence of his shield was a bodily itch he couldn’t scratch quite right. John was feeling vulnerable and the fact that he wasn’t allowed to go near you only made it worse. You looked at each other, a silent understanding shared between you.

Give him something to distract him.

You innocently blinked at him, your hand finding the cocktail glass beside you. Without a care in the world, you lifted it to your lips and without breaking eye contact with him, licked the sugar rim like it was fucking icing.

Even from where you stood you could see John’s pupils dilating, his breath faltering for a moment before he regained composure again and smirked at you deviously. Knowing exactly how he couldn’t do what he longed to do to you right now.

“They’re here.” Bucky informed the team over the coms.

Time to get to work.

You looked at John one last time before you moved, your mind quieting until you only thought of the mission. Be the distraction, get the card. Get the hell out of here.

You stopped only when you reached the middle of the dance floor.

You looked over your shoulder at John one more time, throwing him a devious little wink. Then, you slowly lifted your arms up in the air, effortlessly falling into the role you were supposed to play and closing your eyes in bliss.

In the mass of people surrounding you, you were just another neon light, bright yet one of many. But you knew how to stick out just as much as making yourself invisible. And like it was the easiest thing in the world, you fell into a rhythm, moving with the bodies around you and letting your own drift while your mind stayed sharp as a blade.

You had cast the rod.

Now, you only had to wait.

You counted the minutes in your head as one song shifted into the next and promptly decided to be brave as you looked up to where John stood. He still hadn’t moved, frozen to the spot as his eyes were trained on only you.

Moth to flame.

John gripped the glass in his hands so tightly, it was about to break. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to, completely mesmerized with the ethereal vision you made. Your soft hair was illuminated by the flickering lights above you and he wished nothing more than to run his fingers through it, to have his hands on you as you sensually moved along to the music.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his hot gaze. Who said this mission couldn’t be at least a little fun? 

Keeping your eyes on him, you let your hands glide down over your curves, neck tilted back and glossy lips softly agape.

You were putting on a show.

And he was the only spectator you cared for.

It didn’t take long for the sharks to bite.

You felt his presence before you saw him, a foul kind of warmth radiating at your back. Your eyes darkened as you stared ahead, your eyes briefly meeting Yelena’s across the room. With a short nod, confirming your guess, she turned back around at the bar.

Before you knew it, someone pressed himself against you, one hand splayed out on your stomach like he had any right to do so. The wrong kind of possessiveness. So damn predictable.

There you are.

You felt absolutely nothing as hands now touched your waist, roaming over the silky material of your dress. There was an odd calmness in you, knowing exactly that your friends were watching and were ready to step in. But you needed to get the card without causing any fuss.

You turned in the man’s arms, not even slightly surprised when you were met with one of the club owners as you smiled at him. Slowly, you put your arms around his neck and swayed to the beat of the music. He followed the lead.

It was a wordless exchange between you, yet his intentions for you were clear as day. You knew men like this one, who took without asking and thought the whole goddamn world belonged to them.

“You know, usually…” You leaned forward until your lips almost brushed his ear. Your hand rested on the pocket over his chest. No card. “…you ask a woman if she would like to be touched.”

The man chuckled, cold and arrogant, nothing like the warm chuckle John let out when it was only him and you. “Sometimes words aren’t necessary.”

Prick.

You forced yourself to giggle and let your hands roam freely, gliding over muscles and down as you concentrated on your search. The card had to be somewhere on him. And if this one didn’t have it, you were in for a repeat performance with one of his brothers.

Where was the damn card?

You felt his smelly breath fan over your lips just as your fingertips found the outlines of the access card in his back pocket. A second later, a hand was on your ass. 

And out of the sudden, the guy let out a choked sound and went limp, almost collapsing on you. You gasped, stumbling, but then, John appeared behind him and lifted him from you, raging fire burning in his eyes.

“Wha- John, I almost had him!” You hissed, trying to keep the guy between you upright.

Your eyes darted back and forth, the crowd around you oblivious to what just happened. With all the strobe lights flickering over you, it looked like you were simply holding a tired friend in your middle and not like John just knocked the shit out of him.

“Yeah, I know.” John huffed, placing the guy’s arm around his shoulder so roughly, his jaw clicked painfully, making you cringe. “And he was about to fucking grope you.”

You fished for the card, quickly taking his other side and swiftly carrying your target over to the side of the dance floor where Yelena and Bucky were waiting. “I could’ve handled it. God, you’re such a mother hen-“

“Not discussing this with you right now.”

“You didn’t like watching me dance?” You asked sarcastically, blinking up at him through your lashes.

John shook his head, serious. “Not with him. Never with someone who isn’t me.”

You softened at his words, your initial anger vanishing a little. How would you have reacted if you had to watch him dance with a woman like that? Maybe the man between you should count himself lucky he still had his hands.

Yelena and you quickly shielded the guys as they dumped the club owner in a blind spot of the dark club. 

Without any bravado or patience, John took the card from you and put it into Bucky’s hand. “There you go, we’re done.”

“This wasn’t the plan, Walker.” Bucky said darkly, quickly tucking it away in his pocket as Yelena quickly spoke with Ava over the com.

John shrugged. “It worked though, didn’t it? And it could’ve worked like this from the beginning on. I made it clear before the mission. No one touches her like this and doesn’t suffer the consequences.”

“I thought I’d like to punch him right now, but he actually has a point.” Yelena muttered, slipping past you with a wink.

“Make sure to stay together now.” Bucky said over his shoulder, dismissing the both of you. Nothing easier than that. “His brothers will notice his absence soon enough. We will all leave in five.”

You nodded at him and gone they were, leaving John and you alone at the edge of the club. The night had barely started. John kicked the passed-out dude’s shoes one more time, making sure he was really out cold before you crossed your arms in front of you, an alluring smile on your lips.

“So…should we go back?” You asked him sweetly, your fingers trailing over the fine fabric of his suit. “I think we have time for one more song.”

You could imagine it already, luring him in far enough for him to lose the tension and just give himself over to the music and you.

Something dangerous sparkled in John’s eyes. “Nah. I know how we can use those five minutes way better, honey.”

John grabbed your hand and led you into the shadows, leaving the guy behind some big plant vases where no one would find him until you’d be long gone. You let out a surprised gasp as John pulled you right into the closest room.

Darkness surrounded you for a moment before a switch was flipped and the lounge before you was cast in a red and pink glow. There were a few couches with a pole in their middle, a disco ball lazily spinning over your heads, leaving no guesses over what this kind of room was used for.

A breathless laugh left you as John turned around to take you in, his hair still a little messy. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive. Right here, right now.

“I hated seeing you with him.” John said, the dull bass of the music vibrating through the thick walls.

“I know.” You replied. “You don’t ever have to again.”

“Good.” He growled and in the blink of an eye, John pushed you against the wall and kissed you.

He stole the air from your lungs like it belonged to him. John towered above you, his large hands cupping your face and caging you in and you could do nothing but moan happily as his tongue licked fire into your mouth.

“We don’t have much time.” You gasped between kisses, fumbling with the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning it with shaking hands. You felt too hot, too riled up from when you had first danced for him. Only for him.

“Don’t need much time to rock your world, honey.” He mumbled arrogantly and you scoldingly bit down on his bottom lip for his cockiness. “Guys your age don’t know how to treat you, do they?”

“Guys my age don’t fucking interest me.” You bit back, grabbing his jacket forcefully and pulling him down to you again for a scorching kiss. Your back arched as his hands slid over you, knuckles caressing the side of your boobs and his mouth latched onto your neck.

Seeming satisfied with your answer, John kissed your sensitive neck like he was trying to make out with it. You buried your hand in his hair while his traveled lower, goosebumps rising where he let his fingers ghost over your thigh. The seam of your dress slipped up as he grabbed your leg and lifted it over his hip, pressing forward until John could grind against your clothed core.

“John…” You whispered, lashes fluttering closed at the sudden friction.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He muttered against your skin, peppering wet kisses all over your cleavage. His hips rolled into yours just right, the two of you hissing as the outline of his hard dick slid over your core. “’gonna show you, gonna make you mine, honey.”

“Already yours.” You whispered back, tilting his chin up so you could kiss him again. You never had enough of his mouth, the way he consumed your senses so thoroughly, you always pulled back dizzy. And so fucking ready for more.

You were taking too much time, both of you knew it.

While you didn’t care, John seemed to want to make good on his promise.

Your man went down on his knees before you.

He looked up at you like you were a goddess and he intended to pray at your altar, devotion and lust shimmering in his blue eyes. You were breathing hard already, heart beating wildly in your chest as he smoothed his hands over your thighs, your shaky ones holding onto his shoulders.

You watched in anticipation as John slid up your dress, groaning at the sight of your wet panties that he quickly pushed down your legs. He steadied you as you kicked them away, leaning your shoulders back against the wall and pushing your hips forward for him.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.” John said between kisses on your inner thighs, letting his finger drag through the slick wetness between them as you shook above him. “All for me, huh? Or did that guy back there excite you?”

You nearly growled at him. “Hell no.”

John clicked his tongue in approval. “Thought so. My good girl…”

He leaned in, letting his hot breath fan over your needy core for a moment before your breath hitched and he surged forward.

Your back arched like lightning had struck you, every nerve in your body alight with pleasure as John licked your pussy, the flat of his tongue spoiling your folds before he got to work and closed his lips around your clit.

“F-fuck-“ You bit your lip, your naked thighs two snug pillows on the sides of John’s head as he continued to lap at your sweetness, his deep groans at your taste sending delicious vibrations through your core. “Don’t stop, please, I-“

“Not gonna.” John looked up at you, his eyes a shade darker than before, already cunt-drunk as he grabbed your ass with one hand and pulled you closer, his knuckles brushing over your clit in admiration. “I’d say take what you need, but you know only I can give it to you like that.”

You mewled in pathetic agreement, reduced to whiny sounds and gasps as he ate you out like a starved man. There was no finesse or strategy in his actions, just pure hunger for a high that was already simmering under your skin, your hands trying to find purchase on his shoulders to keep you upright.

John seemed to be everywhere at once; his fingers teasing your slit, thumbs digging into your hip bones and that sinful tongue of his, swirling and licking and sucking over every inch of your needy pussy. And you were losing it, your instincts taking over your senses as you met the strokes of his tongue with your hips, carefully trying to grind against his mouth.

“You look so pretty grinding down on my face, honey.” He mumbled, your belly doing a summersault at the sight of his glistening beard, his tongue darting out to taste your juices on his lips. “But I know you look even prettier on my cock.”

Fuck. Yes.

John stood, his hands not moving away from where he steadied you by the waist. Your legs felt more than unsteady as he towered above you, his thumb softly caressing your chin before he suddenly hooked his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up in his arms.

Not. Much. Time.

Your back met the wall once again and your breath hitched as you looked at him with wide eyes, feeling yourself dripping as he quickly pushed down his pants with one hand. Your mouth watered at the sight of his neglected cock, the tip all red and leaking and as John caught your greedy gaze, you couldn’t help but smirk.

“There’s it again, that devious little grin.” He kissed you one more time as he adjusted your position until you felt his tip nudge at your soaked entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, I’ll have to carry you out of this stupid club.”

You suddenly realized no matter how much you enjoyed this, John needed to do this.

Whatever possessive haze was shooting through his veins right now, he needed to ride it out.

And god, how ready you were to be his little outlet…

“Fuck me then, Walker.” You gasped, feeling his tip nudge at your soaked entrance. “Show me who I belong to.”

“You’re mine.” He growled and you moaned in agreement, tugging at his earlobe with your teeth and nearly drawing blood as he pushed into you in one smooth slide. The way he stretched you out made you see stars and you clung tightly to his shoulders.

But you’d been ready for him ever since you licked the sugar from your cocktail glass.

“Ready?” His voice was husky, wrecked by the tight feel of your pussy around him.

You nodded and held on to his shoulders. “So fucking ready.”

John grinned and snapped his hips up into you, fast and sharp as you threw your head back and just let yourself feel.

John didn’t give you any more time to adjust.

The second you shakingly breathed out into the thin space between your lips, he thrust up into you. A strangled moan left his chest at how wet you were and he couldn’t help but bury himself balls deep, eyes fixed on your blissed out face to make sure you could take him.

You groaned in satisfaction as he set a steady rhythm, his hips rolling desperately into yours while he held you up against the wall. There was not a single place where you didn’t touch, not an inch of your skin he wasn’t covering with kisses or his big hands. You could smell sweat and sex and his cologne that drove you crazy and when he moved you downwards, your clit would brush against his hard abs every time and you were in heaven.

“That’s it, just what you needed, huh?” He huffed.

A clever remark died on your tongue – you weren’t the only needy one here – as John pulled down the strap of your dress and bra and sucked your rosy bud into his mouth, never losing the pace of his sharp thrusts.

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying your best to match his thrusts, but becoming more overwhelmed with pleasure by the second. It was exactly what it meant to be consumed by John Walker.

“Shit-“ You squeezed your eyes shut as his cock brushed over your most sensitive spot and John saw it, angling his hips so he’d continue to fuck over your sweet spot perfectly. “’m close already…”

“Yeah?” John breathed cockily, not letting up. He did that to you and he was nothing if not a man who finished what he started. “You’re gonna come for me, honey? Gonna gush all over me like I know my good girl can?”

You whimpered at his praise, dizzy and almost drooling on his shoulder as you held on to him. You felt your slick run down your thighs, ruined by his fucking and wound so tightly, you felt as if you could snap in two.

“C’mon baby girl, let me feel your pretty pussy when you come. I know you’re so close, you only have to let go.” He purred in your ear and reached down to rub your clit, the combined friction of his fingers and cock sending you right over the edge.

You shattered into a million pieces and bit down on his shoulder to stifle your scream. 

Nearly choking on a sob as John continued to fuck you, your legs shook on each side of his hips and it only took a few more sloppy thrusts until John shuddered bodily and emptied himself inside of you. His thumb still drew perfect little circles over your twitching clit and you whined in overstimulation, trying to blink away the tiny stars in your vision.

“Jesus…” John said hoarsely, dropping his forehead onto your naked shoulder and you laughed quietly, the overpowering orgasm leaving you only slowly.

You tightened your legs around him, unwilling to let him pull out this soon. John muted his guttural groan against your chest as you milked him, surprised by the powerful aftershocks shooting through him with you in his arms.

“Fuck…” He muttered again and let the sound of your tired giggle next to his ear consume him. Your soft hair fell over his shoulder as you snuggled your cheek against his shoulder and it was so perfect right then, it didn’t even matter where you were and that there was a world outside of these walls.

The only thing that mattered was clinging onto him, seemingly not wanting to let go and John got the message. He smoothed a hand down your half-clothed spine and slowly walked over to one of the velvet couches. “You doing okay, honey?”

“Mhm…just need a moment.” You mumbled and kissed his stubbly jaw as he sat down with you, still buried inside of you like he had no intention of ever leaving you empty again. John and you were touching everywhere, his warmth not leaving you once as you recovered.

Sluggishly, your surroundings came back to you. The soft velvet against your knees, the music from the dance floor, John’s hand softly drawing circles on your back.

“All good?” John asked and kissed your temple.

“Yeah…how are you older than me and yet the one who didn’t even break a sweat?” You wanted to know as you softly cupped his cheek.

“Oh, believe me, I’m wrecked. You were so hot, so beautiful out there.” He let out a deep breath, his fingers playing with your hair as he tucked your pretty dress back into place. After a while, he added quietly: “I…don’t do good with jealousy. I thought I’d outgrown emotions like that, but here we are.”

You knew what he didn’t say. After the divorce, John hadn’t thought he’d ever fall this hard again and a small part of him was still terrified of it.

You placed your hand over his heart.

It beat wildly underneath your fingertips as if it was answering your call.

“I’m keeping you, you know?” You told him quietly, in all honesty. He looked silently back at you, waiting for what you had to say, needing to hear it. “I’m not going anywhere, John. I meant what I said. I’m yours. Are you mine?”

He looked at you with the kind of smile only you were allowed to see.

Unguarded.

Soft.

“I’m yours.” He said truthfully. “Only ever yours.”

Your hair was a mess and John’s neck and shoulders were full of bite marks. Somewhere along the way, you had lost a shoe and a button was missing on John’s jacket. Yet, in the quietness of the lounge, it was a perfect moment between him and you.

Then, there was a soft crackle over your coms before Bucky’s voice ordered everyone to meet outside.

The mission was complete.

It was time to go home.

And John and you looked as fucked-out as you’d get…

You – but mostly him, really – were never going to hear the end of this.

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[jacksonseymour13]

I love shipping "problematic" ships that cause people outrage 🤭

[cescalovestowrite]

Odysseus the simp this, Odysseus the simp that... Stop it!

Odysseus doesn't simp for Penelope, he bullies her. Bullying is their love language. Lying to each other and outsmarting each other and treating everything like a competition is their love language.

Stop trying to make them normal, they are not.

[gihunloversunite]

how old did gihun think youngil’s wife was if she was pregnant and he’s like 50 was he thinking omg age gap relationship

[wegog]

And I'm more than just your dear beloved wife, aren't I? Seeing as I am the blasted Queen.

The fact that Zeus presents Hera in the first place as his wife (while Hera distinguishes herself primarily as the queen) is interesting because it's the complete opposite of how Hades speaks of/treats Persephone...

My Queen

Our Queen

The Queen

bonus:

True rivals for Hera and me!

No, Zeus, sir, it could never be a competition...