If ever there was a community that would appreciate my brainrot and access to Clipstudio, it's all of you wonderful VoidWalker / SentryAgent shippers. 🖤🛡🖤
bob, who loves cumming inside, and when you ask him about it he says that he likes being close to you in all ways possible, that the thought of you letting him be so close to you makes his heart do a leap. that he wants you to feel how much he truly loves you.
but if you ask him on a deeper level, and pry it out of him, he'll tell you he loves how creamy and slick your pussy gets, how the drag of his cock inside your clenching hole gets a bit more easy as he pushes back inside just to see it dripping out of you. even when his cock is soft and oversensitive, he'll still drag it around your skin to feel you twitch. when you can't take it anymore, he'll kiss your lips sweetly, and you might think it's over, but bob is a special guy.
because if you ask him why every time he makes a mess inside you he lowers himself to be face level with your puffy folds, he'll tell you that he just wants to make sure he didn't hurt you, that he's just taking a moment to stare at your whole body from that angle. that he'll clean you up in a second, he's just thinking of the logostics of it.
and when his tongue starts to lap at the mess between your legs, when your cum mixes with his and he gets to taste the two of you together, you won't notice the way his cock twitches, still slick and leaking precum. you won't notice the way his eyebrows twist because of how that taste makes him feel, nor how he inhales your skin and has to stop himself from getting inside you again.
what you will notice is the sounds he's making, mumbling random things and groaning against you. you will notice the way his hands grip your thighs and force them down so he can have better access to your pussy, and how little strength he actually has to use to keep you still. you will notice how he swallows it down like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted, licking his lips and smiling up to you like you've just given him a treat.
omg so quick i didnt even have time to properly form my freak thoughts into words.. perhaps some reader x sentryagent with praise/worship?? taking both of them at the same time would actually cure me 🤤 competition for who can make you cum the fastest (bob rage baiting john so true) ending in an overstimulated mess 🤤🤤
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you don’t know how you ended up here. or maybe you do and you just don’t want to admit it.
there’s a sort of inevitability to the way things spiral with them, like you could’ve predicted it from the second you first walked into that briefing room and caught the look bob gave you. like he was starving. like you were a last meal he didn’t deserve but was going to ruin anyway.
john, on the other hand — smug, broad-shouldered, always a little too rough, a little too loud, a little too sure of himself. they’re oil and water. gasoline and a spark. it was bound to happen.
you’re the excuse.
bob’s hands are trembling against your hips, nails leaving half-moons in your skin as he thrusts up into you, desperate and sloppy, the kind of need that feels like it’s eating him alive from the inside out. his face is buried in your neck, hot, uneven breaths ghosting over your skin as he mumbles half-senseless praise against your throat.
"so good, fuck, you feel so good—can’t believe you let me—let us—god, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, baby."
and john’s right there too, behind you, teeth gritted, one hand tangled in your hair, the other pressed flat againstyour lower back, keeping you pinned between them like it’s the only place you’re allowed to exist.
"look at her," john snarls, voice rough, edged with a kind of jealousy he’d never admit out loud. "so fuckin’ pretty when she takes it. bet you can’t even make her come before me, reynolds."
bob stiffens against you, his hips stuttering. you feel it — that twitch of competitive spite, the low, wounded thing inside him rising to the surface.
"fuck you," bob mutters, but it’s weak, ruined by a moan when you clench around him on purpose.
"i'm gonna make her come so hard around me you won’t even get a chance, asshole."
"yeah? good luck, dipshit."
it’s obscene. both of them fighting over you like this, each one trying to outdo the other — john with his rough, punishing pace, thick cock stretching you open in a way that makes your legs shake, and bob, frantic and needy beneath you, his hands everywhere, greedy and shaking like if he lets go you’ll disappear.
they praise you in turns, different flavors of filth — john’s rough and mocking, calling you a good girl with a crooked grin, voice thick with ownership, and bob’s sweet and desperate, whispering about how he’s never felt anything like this, how you’re going to ruin him, how he wants to stay buried inside you forever.
your head’s spinning. overstimulation hitting so hard you feel tears prick at your lashes, vision swimming. every nerve ending screaming, pleasure riding that fine line between unbearable and addictive.
"fuck, baby, you gonna come again?" bob’s voice cracks on it, eyes glassy, lips swollen from the way he’s been sucking marks into your skin. "please, please—lemme feel it—need you to, sweetheart."
john huffs a dark laugh. "she’s gonna come on my cock first, watch." and then he shifts his angle, hitting a spot so deep it steals the air from your lungs, leaves you clinging to bob’s shoulders, nails dragging down his back.
it’s not fair. it’s too much.
and they won’t stop. taking turns praising you, daring each other, getting mean with it in ways that shouldn’t make your stomach flip but do.
"she’s so tight—god, you feel how tight she is? she’s milking me, fuck—" bob’s voice is wrecked, ragged and raw that you swear he may be making louder just to piss john off.
"she’d be tighter for me if you weren’t in the way, dumbass."
it goes like that until you break, a messy, wrecked thing between them, sobbing out a moan as your body locks up, pleasure ripping through you sharp and relentless. you don’t even realize you’re crying until bob kisses your cheeks, murmuring "good girl, good fuckin’ girl, perfect, so perfect," over and over like a prayer.
john’s not far behind. he pulls your head back, forces you to look at him while he comes, smirking through it, satisfaction thick in his voice.
you’re too far gone. boneless and trembling, brain reduced to static and soft, pleased whimpers. bob’s still hard inside you, grinding up like he can’t help himself, and you realize with a dazed sort of horror that they’re nowhere near finished with you yet.
john catches your chin between his fingers, tilts your face up.
"hope you’re not tapping out yet, sweetheart," he grins. "we’ve got all night."
and bob’s already nodding, voice a needy, broken thing. "please, just—just one more time."
it scratches the happy part of my brain in the best of ways that the polybolts's resident submissive pillow princess is the 38 years old 6′1″ decorated veteran with a beard, a ongoing divorce, a kid, depression and an attitude.
Warning: Smut! +18 MDNI!, intercourse (F & M rec), fingering, masterbation, dirty talk, phone sex, mild drug mention, swearing, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap. Not proofread
A.N: been wanting to do this idea for a while because I am a sucker for a sweet oblivious Bob
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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You struggled to get comfortable one evening on the sofa, shuffling from side to side and then groaning. You flicked through your phone, boredom and tiredness settling in your bones so you decided to head to your room.
You bumped into someone on the way “Oh, hey!” Bob smiled. “I’m grabbing a soda, you want one? Anything?” He asked.
Your heart fluttered at how much he put effort into the little things. Even if it was just offering a soda to anything at all in the world- you were certain he would have done anything to get it for you. You shook your head no. “I’m a little tired so I’m just heading to bed,” you told him. “I’ll watch some Netflix until I fall asleep- thanks though.”
His head bobbed up and down with the same smile on his face. “Well, goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight Bob,” you turned away and headed to your room.
He stood there, watching you walk away, a piece of him desperate to ask you to stay. To stay with him.
He murmured a swear under his breath and went to grab a soda before tossing himself on the couch. He wish he could just let you know how he felt. How you brought a smile to his face every time he saw you, how you’d do your own dishes to be more considerate to him, how you’d sit with him for sometimes hours on end whenever he felt himself being drawn back into the void.
Bob unknowingly sat where you had, he could almost smell the faint traces of your perfume. It drove him wild. The sweet smell that lingered around you, how he would smell it with his eyes shut, his head sunk onto his pillow and using his hand to pleasure himself wishing it was you.
He also tired to make himself more comfortable, that’s when something jabbed the back of his thigh. His brow creased as his hand went between the two cushions on the couch and pulled out a baby-pink coloured business card that read ‘Call for a good time’ followed by numbers and a time between 12am and 3am.
Bobs interest peaked and he tucked it carefully into his trouser pocket. He turned on the TV and then pulled it out again. The corners were a little frayed, but the numbers were taunting him to the point that he almost reached for his phone there and then.
He snorted at himself, putting the card away and wondering whose card it belonged to. He could place every single penny he had on a bet that it was John’s. He glanced in the direction of his room and shook his head, of course he’d carry a card like that. 
After an hour, Bob went to his bedroom, the delicate card in his pocket was almost weighing him down. It was reaching midnight, he wondered if putting a voice to his fantasies was wrong, knowing that he was visioning you while someone else talked to him through the phone.
But at this point, after months of pinning, he was desperate, and he was too nervous to actually admit to you how he really felt.
He took out the card and practically punched the numbers into his phone, his thumb hovered over the call button momentarily, swallowing hard and almost deleting the number and calling it a night.
But he pressed dial.
It rang three times and then the person on the other side answered. “You’ve called for a good time?”
Bob was already sweating, he wasn’t quite sure from nerves or internal embarrassment that he found himself in this predicament.
“Hello?”
He realised he hadn’t actually spoke. “H-hi! Hi! I’m here,” he swallowed “I’m here.” He said releasing a shaky breath.
A giggle floated through his speaker “Well hi, how can I help you tonight, honey?” The voice was almost as thick and as sweet as it.
Bob cleared his throat and scratched his head. “I…I don’t really know. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
That giggle again. It was gonna be the death of him. “That’s okay, I’m here to help you with whatever you need.” Bob nodded, as if the person on the other side could see him. “If it makes you feel any better, this is relatively new to me too so we might be in this together.”
Bob let out a sigh of relief “It does.”
“And we don’t have to go through anything you don’t wanna, this is your call. We can be as filthy or as mild as you want. Or we can even just talk. I’m all yours.”
Bob settled back on his bed and closed his eyes “I think I wanna tell you to touch yourself for me.”
There was a pause then that knee-weakening giggle “You think?”
Bob began palming himself over his jeans “I know I wanna tell you to touch yourself.” He placed the phone between his head and shoulder as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, finding a surge of confidence. “I want you to sink those fingers so deep into your pussy that you think they are still gonna be there when you pull them out.” He heard the breath hitch on the other side “C’mon baby,” Bob began stroking himself, pre-cum already oozing from his cock and his eyes squeezed tight enough that he could see you. “Tell me what you’d do to me. Tell me what you wanna do to me.”
A soft whimper left the lips of the person on the other side of the phone. “Oh honey, I’d have that huge cock of yours hitting the back of my throat while you watched me playing with myself just like I am now,” they said and Bob sunk deeper into his mattress, about to cum already at this heightened experience he was going through. His grip tightened around both his phone and his cock. “Then I’d give you my pussy to fuck. Fuck me all night if you wanted. Want you to fill me up baby, can you do that for me?”
The begs mixed with the moaning and gentle slick nosies in the background sent Bob over the edge “Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck yes I’ll fill you so good.” He groaned as a rush of pleasure filled his body. His legs and feet stretching out as he tried to hold on for a little longer “Shit, I’m gonna cum so soon.”
“You can always call me again, honey.” The voice sounded gentle, reassuring.
“I want you to cum first, please.” He said in a broken voice, beads of sweat dripping down his face. “Please- fuck!”
“I’ll let you listen baby,” the phone went from a soft whispering voice to wet, slick, sloppy noises. Bobs whole body jolted at the noise of the pussy being played with for him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, you wanna hear me cum for you baby?”
“Yes!” Bob gritted between his teeth “God yes! Fuck!” Moments later, Bob’s ears filled with the sound of a stranger cumming for him over the phone, loud moans softly subsiding into laboured breaths.
“Cum for me baby, I know you wanna. Imagine you’re cumming all over my tits, cumming all over me.”
“Oh, fuck- gonna- give you it all,” Bob’s voice was strained, he was convinced he was going to have a sore throat tomorrow. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m cumming,” he said as warm white sticky streams coated his own stomach wishing it was yours. Wishing it was your voice. Wishing you were here with him. “Fuck…” Bob drawled.
“Better let you go and get cleaned up.” The voice said and Bob softly smirked.
“Wish you were here to help,” he said almost cumming again at the fluttery giggle. “But seriously, thank you, I needed that.”
“Well whenever you need it again, you got my number, honey.” They said. “Trust me, with how wet you got me, I’ll pick up within one ring for you.”
Bob caught his breath as he said “I’ll be having you on speed-dial.”
—•—
It had been almost a month since Bob had used the services of a stranger, most nights with his cock in his hand picturing you as a voice encouraged him on.
“Hey Bobby!” Johns voice brought him back to the room. “You good with this movie?” The team were curled up on the couch. He mindlessly nodded and then looked at the time, it was 11:30pm and he always called his phone-sex stranger on the dot at 12am.
He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. ‘I’ll be calling a little later tonight- sorry.’
“I’m just going to grab a drink, anyone want anything?” You asked standing up and received a choir of ‘no’s’ in return.
You pulled out your phone, it buzzed with a text, you smiled as you text back.
Bob pulled out his phone, he could feel you sinking down beside him upon your return with a drink in hand.
‘That’s okay,’ the text began ‘You’re gonna just have to make it up to me, baby 😘’
He turned to you and sent you a small smile, if only you knew what he did behind closed doors.
Yelena groaning in disgust brought everyone’s attention to the scene on the screen. “Oh god,” you muttered as two people practically broke the bed, you and your dysfunctional family watching on. “Of course you’d put on a film that’s essentially porn, Walker!” You chided.
“Oh come on! That’s soft-core at best!” He tried to defend.
“Fast forward it!” Yelena had her eyes covered.
Bob’s eyes glanced from the tv to you, your head softly shaking with a small smile. You caught him and shrugged with a nervous smile, not seeing how red his face really was thanks to the dim lights. The scene playing was a similar scenario to what he and his mysterious stranger over the phone reenacted alone in his room.
You pulled a pillow to your chest and hid your head in it “At least mute the TV! Jesus, these noises are so fake!” Your voice was muffled by the pillow.
John snorted “Girls always moan like that.”
“No they don’t,” Bob said quietly thinking that no one would hear him. But everyone did. You blinked in surprise. “Well at least the ones who aren’t faking it.”
The soft gasps and ‘oohs’ from the team made John shift in his seat. “Good one,” you stuck your hand out for Bob to high-five, his hand against yours sending a spark of electricity up your arm. You remained on the sofa cuddling the cushion, wishing it was him instead.
An hour and a half later Bob ran to his room and pressed his recent call log. The affectionate fake name of ‘Honey’ at the top. And the most called.
“Someone’s a late boy…” a soft chide from the other line gave him a hard-on already.
“I know, honey, I know. I’m sorry.” Bob said as he skilfully removed his bottoms. “But I’ve thought about us all day, been wanting this all day.” He shakily breathed into his own phone as he gripped onto his cock. “Wanna cum for you, want you to cum for me.”
“Steady baby,” the voice cooed “Wanna take my time with you tonight since you were late…”
Bob groaned in desperation, ready to implode. “I’ll try, honey, I’ll try.” He hissed giving his swollen cock a gentle stroke. “Shit I’m so pent up.”
“Tell you what, baby,” the smooth as silk voice said. “Let’s get you out of this pent up state and tomorrow night we can draw this out a little longer? Huh?”
“Fuck, are you sure?” Bob asked, already quickening his pace.
That giggle again. “Of course I am, wanna make you happy, baby. Let’s make you happy.” Bob barely made it to his bed before being brought to his knees in sheer desperation for release.
“Fuck, you got me on the floor, baby.” He was breathless speaking to the person on the phone. “Gonna cum so quick.”
“Yes baby! Cum for me, just imagine me under you with my mouth open and my tongue out ready for your big load just for me.” Bob yelped in pleasure visioning it was you under his body and his cock against your tongue as he came, how he would have pained your face, and neck, and tits, and stomach with how much he came.
He looked down and saw the spray of white in front of him. “Shit,” he hunched forward “The mess I’ve made baby,” he laughed, laced with exhaustion. “The mess I’ve made because of you.”
“I should let you clean up.”
Bob paused for a moment “Can I actually just hear your voice for just a little longer? Please?”
Bob couldn’t see the smile through the phone but it was there. “Of course you can.”
“Thank you,” he sat back a little, still on the floor. “What are you doing right now?”
“Talking to you of course.” The voice replied amused. “Just lazing on my fluffy sheets wishing it was your fingertips grazing me,” Bob bit down on his lip. “Wish I had you all over me.”
“I need to see your body,” Bob blurted out. His internal thoughts being spoken.
There was a silence, Bob pulled the phone back to see if the call was still connected. It was. He then wondered if he had crossed a line.
“That’s extra.”
Bob’s eyes widened, his palms suddenly sweating at the thought that this could happen. “I’ll pay. Whatever it is I’ll pay.” His voice spilled out, almost desperately.
“What’s your favourite colour?”
Bob snorted. “Why’s that relevant?”
“Just tell me.”
“I like pink.”
“Ohh takes a real man to admit that. Why pink?” The voice fluttered.
“Because I dream of your perfectly pink pussy. That’s why.” His voice was rough, ready to see a glimpse of the person finally, further enhancing a vision of you for his fantasy.
“Fuck, honey, don’t say things like that because I’ll soak my sheets.”
“Good. God, I wish I was there to lick it up,” the voice moaned at his words. “Tomorrow. Midnight. I want you ready for me.”
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Bob was shaking as the clock struck 11:59pm. He was in nothing but his boxers because if the other person was going to be half naked then he would be too, making it a shared experience.
His level of phone sex was about to be taken to another level entirely.
He pressed his FaceTime button instead of the call option, pointing it away from his face. It rang and then connected.
“Fuck,” Bob’s eyes were on a baby pink lingerie set that hugged the curves of the body it was on perfectly. There was his honey, body engulfed in that furry sheet mentioned before with a hand toying with the hem of the underwear. “Holy. Fucking. Shit. You’re so gorgeous.”
“Well if I was gonna have that greeting I would have done this sooner with you.” The voice laced around him and his own hand moved down. “You’re stunning, I wish I was really there with you.”
Bob softly exhaled “If only.” He nervously ran his sweaty palm down his abs. “I’m pretty nervous…”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The comforting tone of the voice made him nod.
Bob looked at the phone, the beautiful body before him and swallowed hard. “Please touch yourself for me,” he asked “I’m begging you.” He pleaded.
He imagined it was you on the other end as he watched slender fingers trail towards the pink panties. Bob began touching himself through his boxers and closed his eyes momentarily. “Wish it was your fingers teasing me…” he watched as the fingers traced over the material.
“Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it,” Bob moaned as his eyes fluttered shut and then, before he knew it, got so lost in the moment he murmured a name he kept hidden behind his lips all this time. “Yes, Y/N, fuck!”
Bob didn’t notice the hand freeze.
“You…know my name?”
His eyes snapped open. “Sorry?”
“You said the name Y/N?”
“I didn’t- ah shit,” Bob fumbled with his phone and his face was now on the screen.
“Wait a second…BOB?!” The camera turned around, your face suddenly looking his face as you sat up quickly in bed. “Y-you’re the one that’s been calling?!” Your voice was tight and quick, you tried to hide your semi-exposed chest with your hand. “What?!” He was pretty sure the entire tower had heard his name being screamed at the top of your lungs.
“You’re her?!”
“Oh I’m gonna kick your ass!” You grumbled and hung up the phone. You grabbed your dressing gown and threw it on over you, you paused for a moment, a feeling of conflict now swirling inside you.
You had always wanted Bob to be more than a friend, spending countless mornings waking up breathless and in a pool of sweat after having a dream about him having his way with you, your ache remedied by touching yourself at the thought of him. Your feet however quickly rushed to his door, battering on it with a closed fist. “I know you’re in there!” You banged again and Bob opened up, you strode into his room as he shut the door behind him.
“Y/N-“
“Oh no, no, no,” you pointed a finger at him. “Do not open your mouth.” You warned. “Not after you’ve been getting off on me for weeks!”
Bob blinked and his jaw dropped “I’m not the only one here doing that!” He now pointed to you. “You’ve had your fair share of good times courtesy of me!”
Your chest was heaving and your body shaking from rage and something more seeing him in the flesh in nothing but his boxers. “How’d you even get my card anyway?”
“Oh like you didn’t give it to Walker?” Bob snapped back, a slither of jealously laced in his words. “Bet he’s always the next one on the line…”
Your brows furrowed in confusion “WHAT?!” You yelped “Walker has never called me?”
“Oh yeah? How come I found your card in the sofa then?” He asked folding his toned arms over his equally toned chest.
You groaned and tapped your hips, imagining your jean pocket there instead of your dressing down. “Ah fuck, must have fell out my pocket…” you turned on your heel away from him.
The room was silent, thick with tension. The pair of you internally debating who should speak first. “I’m just as unsure what to say now from the first time I called.” Bob finally broke the silent sound barrier. “Your voice sounds so different over the phone.”
You glanced to him over your shoulder “You were the first,” you admitted “Tried to feign some confidence through that call.” The memory of it sent a chill down your spine. “You were the only one that ever called.”
Bob twiddled his fingers “What made you do it?” He asked and you turned to give him your full attention. “What made you set up a line?”
You perched yourself at the end of his bed, you had spilled enough with each other, one more confession wouldn’t make it any less strange than it was now. “A friend suggested it. They said it might have helped, and to get a bit of money too,” you smirked. “So I got a new phone and followed their advice. In all honesty, I did it because it thought it would help me.”
“Help you how?” Bob asked, his feet bringing him closer to you.
You looked up to him through your lashes, surprised at how close he had gotten. “Help me release some…tension…” you carefully admitted. “Release the tension I had of you.” Bob gulped hard, you heard. “Why did you call?” You asked while shifting on the spot, the fabric of your dressing gown slipping down your shoulder and exposing some skin. Bobs mouth went dry.
“I-I- uh,” he scratched the back of his neck. Your eyes flickered down to his growing bulge in his boxers.
Another wave of confidence washed through like it did on that fateful first night. “Did you want a good time…honey?” Bob’s eyes quickly looked at yours then fell to the rest of your body. How he touched himself mere moments ago over it dreaming it was you.
His dreams had come true.
“Y-yeah…” he just about managed to choke out. “I had tension built over you too.” He stepped closer, you extended a leg out and brought him towards you with it. “Every time I came,” his hands gently moved the fabric from your other shoulder, exposing the lacy material you wore for him underneath. “I came thinking of you.”
You craned your head and with your own hands slipped off your dressing gown, a soft gasp left Bob’s lips. “I came thinking of you too…” you whispered. It didn’t take much force for Bob’s fingertips to push you to the bed, your foot still wrapped around the back of his calf. “Long before those calls…”
Bob watched as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, he watched you shimmy out of your robe “You’re so beautiful,” his hand reached out, tentatively tracing his fingers over your bare skin and coming to a sharp holt when he reached the edges of your underwear.
His eyes flickered up to yours from the noticeable wet patch on your underwear that he was almost drooling over. “Will we make our phone call a reality…?” You softly nodded, a soft gasp leaving your lips as his fingers slowly moved to your clothed core. “Is this the way you’d touch yourself?” He rhetorically asked, fully knowing from the moans before it would have been. “Is this the way you tease yourself waiting for me?”
“Yes,” you brokenly admitted, gasping when he applied a delicate amount of force.
“Shit, so wet already,” his voice was gruff at the warm, wet feeling on his fingertips. How he wanted to lap it up desperately. How he wanted his cock to be coated in it. “Fuck,” you watched him lick his lips and you smirked.
You hooked your thumbs under your panties and slowly dragged them off for him, a string of swears leaving his lips like he was chanting a prayer. You went to unhook your bra but he stopped you. Bob leaned forward, his lips inches from yours as his eyes looked deep into your own as he undid your bra for you. The material falling down onto your lap as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
He went to pull back, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck bringing him back to your lips with an almighty force. He moaned as he collapsed on top of you, giggling at your eagerness. “No teasing me now, Reynolds.”
“No teasing, got it…honey.” Your heart fluttered at the nickname, you tossed your bra to the side and Bob’s hand grabbed your tit, rubbing your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. You moaned as your tongues battled for dominance in each other’s mouths, soft moans becoming louder and hands becoming widely uncontrollable.
You felt Bob’s cock twitch against your thigh and you smirked. “You’re overdressed,” you teased and he playfully rolled his eyes, capturing your lips with his again before pulling back and stripping off. You propped yourself up on your elbows, your jaw almost hitting your chest at the sight of him. “Jesus, I don’t think my phone screen would have fit you. Would have done you a great injustice.” Bob turned away with a blush on his face, rubbing a nervous hand through his hair. “Hey! Don’t be bashful,” you giggled.
‘God that giggle’ he thought. The same one that brought him to his knees every night.
He jumped back on you, his hands roaming every inch of your skin. “So beautiful, and all mine,” he murmured against your lips. “Needed you for so long, Y/N,” he admitted and let his hand roam to your pussy. “You ready for me, baby?” He asked, almost sounding drunk on the fumes of lust that filled his room. He stroked his fingers over your slit and you moaned at the contact. “Oh, you’re really ready for me.” Bob brought his fingers to his mouth and groaned as his tongue wiped away the glossy mess you had made off of himself. “You even taste like fucking honey.”
You giggled again, Bob couldn’t take it any more and sunk his cock inside you without any warning. “Fuck! Bob!” Your voice being ripped apart by your lungs as he stretched you out.
“Oh fuck, fuck!” He lay there for a moment feeling your pussy squeeze around him. “Couldn’t wait any longer for you. Shit, I need you so bad.” He breathlessly admitted.
“Well,” you batted your eyelashes “I’m all yours.”
He started grinding his hips, slow and gentle, a string of moans escaping his lips at the sight of you under him. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. Gonna do what we talked about in our first call. Gonna give you all my cum, gonna soak you in it.” He started to quicken his pace and you gripped onto his wrists. “Is this even real, good fucking god, are you real?” His voice was dipping up and down, almost sounding delirious. He felt delirious. He felt like the room was spinning in the best way. He had never felt like this before, about someone and how they made him feel.
It was like he had taken ecstasy. Bob was higher than he had even been before.
“I’m real,” you panted out between loudening moans. “This is real,” your hand reached up to cup his cheek. “Bob, I’m gonna-fuck!” Your hand fell from his cheek, your limbs frantically reaching out and gripping onto his sheets. He watched you cum with a loud moan, spread out like an angel before him with your arms acting as if they were wings.
He opened his mouth to speak, tell you how ethereal you looked. For him, under him. But the only thing that left his mouth was a guttural scream as he came inside you, pulling out in just enough time to also coat your stomach and tits too, painting you like you were his masterpiece. He stroked himself until every last drop was on you, he sat back and watched as he poured out from your pussy. A perfect ribbon of white against a pink canvas.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, steadying himself on his knees as he watched you become more composed. He lay down next to you, the pair of you wanting to share a moment of bliss before getting cleaned up.
“Well, you called for a good time,” you tirelessly giggled. “Did you get one?” You asked fully knowing he got that and more.
“Oh trust me,” Bob turned and looked at you “I got the greatest fucking time of my life! I’ll be calling again.”
Chapter 1: He Takes Me Home - We Make Each Other Moan
GIF thequantumranger GIF bradshawsbitch
Summary: When John convinces Bob to join him for an early morning sweat, the two continue to find themselves in compromising positions. Spurred on by proximity and lust, they take their first steps... and give in to their burgeoning desires.
Pairing(s): Robert "Bob" Reynolds x John Walker | Sentry x US Agent
Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Oral Sex, Smoking, Choking.
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Bob hasn't slept much. Some sporadic hours spent slipping in and out of consciousness at best. A cigarette clings to his lip, barely, the ash continuing to creep as he leans against the railing. His body is still, eyes unfocused, but his mind is racing, continuing to piece together the gaps in his memory. The good, the bad… the worse. On loop. All of it. All at once.
“Those things'll kill ya, you know,”
The sudden sound of John Walker's smug voice snaps Bob back to reality. His head spins and the excessive collection of ash finally breaks, falling limply at his feet.
“Yeah, somehow I doubt that,” he replies with a smirk, plucking the cigarette from his lips and crushing the dwindling cherry into a dying potted plant.
“Still a nasty habit,”
“And yet…” Bob trails off, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Not my worst one,” his response is flippant and slightly defensive. He knows it and John knows it too. So Bob quickly pivots, sparing them both from John’s foot, inevitably, ending up in his mouth.
“You normally up this early, Walker?”
John replies with an amused scoff, tilting his head, blue eyes narrowed. Not in anger or annoyance, not this time. This time they look almost playful.
“Every morning. The old man emphasized routine growing up. And the military? Well, they certainly cemented it.”
There’s a pause as John looks Bob over. With what? Judgment? Pity? No doubt, he had an opinion on the oversized tee and sweatpants that hadn’t been washed in a week. Or the state of his hair, that hadn’t seen a brush or shampoo in just as long.
But John only gives Bob a lopsided grin, signaling him with a sharp nod towards the door.
“Come'on, I’m heading to the gym, and you’re coming with,”
“I– no thanks,” Bob bristles, already feeling his shoulders begin to curl in defensively. Going to the gym with John Walker was just about the last thing he wanted to do. Could he keep up? Easily. But would he just end up self conscious and staring at John's ass every time he dipped in a weighted squat? Absolutely.
“I know you're not sleeping,” John counters, his voice dry, direct.
“What? I– how?”
“Because you look like shit Reynolds.” John lifts his brows incredulously, a smirk curling on his lips, goading, practically begging for a reaction. Bob almost gives it to him, but deep down, he knows John’s right.
“Christina can be a hard ass, but she knows her stuff. Some structure, a routine, a little exercise, it'll help,” John adds, crossing his arms.
“You know Dr. Raynor?”
“Oh yeah, we go way back.” John answers, arms still tight against his chest. “So what'll it be?”
Silence stretches between them, not awkward, but thick with anticipation.
“What the hell. Sure why not?” Bob replies, dragging a hand limply through his hair.
A resounding clap echoes off the balcony as John's hands excitedly come together, “Alright then, let's show some hustle. Time to go to work,”
“Doesn't this seem a little pointless?” Bob asks with a labored yawn, standing with his arms crossed on the mat. It's so thick, he can feel his feet dip slightly each time he shuffles awkwardly on his heels.
“How so?” John stretches his arms overhead, twisting his chest slowly from side to side. His t-shirt climbs with every motion, exposing the toned planes of his stomach, and the defined parallel lines that dip tantalizingly beneath his waistline.
Bob swallows hard, choking back his interest and hiding it behind a playful scoff.
“W-well, I doubt I’ll come across someone stronger than me.”
“Huh, didn't realize you'd figured it out. Congrats,” John’s reply is flat, and his eyes flick to Bob only briefly before he continues to stretch.
“Figured what out?”
“How to be the Sentry without… you know,” John holds up his hands, wiggling his fingers ghoulishly. “The Void. Obviously.”
“Not funny Walker,”
“Didn’t say it was,”
A tense silence stretches between them, then John exhales a sharp breath, and rests his hands on his hips.
“Look, until you've got all that figured out, we can't assume anything. You need to know how to defend yourself. What happens if I– if one of us can't get to you?...”
Bob softens, and a subtle smirk creeps across his face. He catches the slip. But the grim look cemented on John's face gives him pause. This was about more than just Bob's own internal struggles.
“John…”
“I– just…indulge me will ya? Please,” John's voice cracks right at the end. It's almost imperceptible, but Bob hears it, so he lets the moment breathe before answering.
“Sure, Walker. I'll play along,”
John nods once, relief easing his shoulders. Slowly, he closes the distance between them, and steps behind Bob.
“Okay, we'll start with the easy one,”
One of John's arms loosely hooks around his neck, while his other hand gently cups the back of Bob's head, fingers threading into his hair. His breath catches as John slowly tightens his grip.
“You good?”
“Mhmm!” Bob's voice is tight, and God help him, it isn't the only thing.
“So, like we discussed. Your arms are free, you still have some range of motion. What do you do?”
Bob exhales slowly, trying to summon one single coherent thought. His hands had immediately risen to grip the arm around his throat, more out of instinct than memory. That was step one. He can feel John shift restlessly behind him, the friction of him pressing firmly against his backside. Fuck, not helping.
Moving a hand to the back of John's neck, Bob's fist clutches a handful of his shirt, but instantly freezes when John's warm breath ghosts his ear.
“Yup, good, just like that. What's next?”
Bob barely chokes back a strangled groan. What. Is. Happening? Tightening his grip on John's arm and the collar of his shirt, he bends his knees slightly, testing the resistance.
“Bingo. You got it. Don't hold back on me, Bobby,”
At that particular nickname, Bob's eyes flash gold and his muscles thrum. Throwing his momentum forward, he flips John over his shoulder with a satisfying thump.
Bob stifles a laugh as John lays there for a moment, wheezing slightly as the air slowly returns to his lungs.
“...Cool, yeah, I had that coming,” John gasps, wincing as he exhales an amused chuckle. “Maybe next time… hold back just a little?”
“Maybe next time, don't goad me.” Bob counters with a smirk, standing triumphantly over his super soldier sparring partner.
John scoffs. His eyes are narrowed now, steady, focused on Bob as he pats his thigh expectantly.
“We're not done, sit.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Sit.”
Bob hesitates for a moment, but eventually complies, resting himself back on John's hips with his knees planted on either side.
“Okay, now choke me,” John orders, as casually as if he had simply asked Bob to hand him the remote.
“W-what?”
“Choke. Me.” John instructs again, sharper this time, raising his eyebrows in that irritating, condescending, “alpha” way that drives Bob crazy.
“Oh for God's sake Reynolds, here!” Taking Bob's hands, John places them around his neck, presses them down around his throat, and grasps his arms firmly.
“Ready?”
“Ready for wha– oof!” Before Bob can finish, John hooks his leg and rolls them over, positioning himself on top.
“Whoa…” Bob mumbles, tapping his fingers nervously against John's neck. “I forget how strong you are sometimes,”
“I, uh, thanks…” John replies with a strained cough. “This one's a bit trickier, what's the counter?” His tone reverts, measured, earnest, back to the task at hand.
“Um, I think I remember what comes next…”
Their legs are still locked together, and John's other knee is bent, spreading Bob's thighs open wide. He can feel their hips pressed firmly together. If John can feel how hard Bob is, he doesn't let it show.
“Sounds more like stalling to me,”
“No, no I definitely remember,”
John scoffs, leaning in slightly with a shit-eating grin.
“Prove it then, Bobb– mmm!”
Bob squeezes his eyes shut and closes the distance between them. Their lips crash together in a bruising kiss. John inhales sharply with a startled whine, then quickly pulls back. His eyes are guarded, pupils blown wide, but laser focused. Bob swallows deeply in response, bracing himself for the inevitable. Outrage. Disgust. Humiliation. Anything but what happens next.
“Fuck…”
As the curse leaves his mouth, breathy and raw, John surges forward and kisses Bob with a strangled groan. What begins as tentative and unsure, quickly shifts to something more desperate and hungry. Finally giving in to the mutual attraction that had been simmering between them, restrained for far too long.
Bob drops a hand to John's hip, brushing a thumb over the sensitive skin just below his waistband. John responds eagerly, grinding his hips with fervent need. Resting their foreheads together, his hands gently cup Bob's face, fingers tangling through his wavy hair.
“Can I fuck you?” John pleads, pressing his burgeoning erection against Bob's thigh. He almost says yes. Fuck he nearly moans it, feeling the size of John's cock rutting away, mercifully clothed, against the cleft of his ass. John wouldn't be his first. Bob was experienced. He knew, with some deft preparation, he could take him eventually. Which is why he shakes his head no.
“Not here Walker, not like this…”
John's face noticeably falls. But he quickly recovers with a low groan, caressing Bob's cheek, and dragging his thumb along his bottom lip. Pushing himself back onto his heels, John takes a hand through his hair.
“Sorry… it's been a long time since I– not that I've done that! Well, obviously I've done that. Just not with a… ugh. You know what I mean,” John aggressively rubs his face, making it even redder.
“There are other things we can do… in the meantime,” Bob offers gently, sitting back on his elbows with an impish smirk.
John lowers his hands, locking eyes with Bob as he tilts his head inquisitively.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah...”
Hands clasping with a sharp clap, they stand facing each other, unresolved white-hot tension still burning between them. Before John can open his mouth, Bob backs him against the wall, trailing kisses and bites down his neck. John audibly moans this time, his hands hovering, as if not sure where to place them. Bob drops to his knees and John feels deft hands tug on his waistband. Within moments, his aching cock springs free.
“Oh, fuck yes,” John groans, reflexively threading his fingers through Bob's hair. His warm, wet tongue glides along John's shaft, then up and over the sensitive tip, with a firm flick.
“God, I've wanted you… for so fucking long…”
Bob hums happily as he wraps his lips around John's leaking cock, easing down slowly until he takes him fully to the hilt.
“Since… fucking hell…” John chokes as Bob continues vigorously sucking along his length.
“–I had you… against the wall… god I wanted to fuck the smirk… right off your adorable fucking face…”
Feeling Bob's throat constrict around him, John begins idly thrusting his hips. At first, it's reflexive, pure instinct. But the tight, wet, choking sounds, mixed with Bob's watering eyes gazing up at him, breaks open something in John. Something feral.
“Do you like it a little rough, Reynolds?” John growls, accenting the question with a sharp tug on Bob's hair.
“Mmhm!” Bob moans, reaching a hand under his waistband to begin stroking his own throbbing cock.
“That's it… keep your eyes on me. It's okay if you choke, eyes on me,” John's order is gentle, his voice gravily, but deceptively sweet, all the while furiously pistoning himself within Bob's salivating mouth. John feels his cock twitch, and his balls tighten with every wet gag, every muted moan. But when he hears Bob's muffled whimpers, watches as he comes inside his soft gray sweatpants, and feels him quiver against his thighs. It completely sends John over the edge.
“Oh fuck, Bob, just like that… just like that… I'm gonna come… I'm gonna come down your pretty throat–”
John snaps forward as he releases a loud, husky moan. Then slowly, agonizingly so, he begins to roll his hips, as he comes completely undone. Copious amounts of his spend spill down Bob's eager throat, and with one last groan, John eases himself out. Watching in awe as Bob swallows it all with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Fuck me…” John sighs, running a hand through his hair as he slides down the wall until he's eye level with Bob.
“Maybe later,” Bob replies, taking John's stupid smiling face in his hands, before shutting him up with a kiss.
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.
John and Bob both are switches, some days John is a pent up mess and needs release, letting Bob take control, you know getting some praise and reassurance. While there’s a few days where Bob wants to huddle up and be called a good boy by John, getting completely railed out of his mind
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