do you guys think john walker listens to like classic divorced dad rock or likeeeee???? i could also see him enjoying some older country and maybe some like bluegrass kinda music. but like is he bumpin to āThe Animal I Have Becomeā by Three Days Grace or no?
the 5 times you didnāt need john walker and the 1 time you did??? teammates to lovers??
john walker x reader fic smut?? yall do be liking the sex pollen type shitā¦.perhapssssā¦
if any of you amazing john walker writers want to write this feel free because i am lazy and may never get around to it. tag me in it so i can see it!!
I've already begun the smut portion because truly that's all I actually wanted out of this writing experience...
i will say I've gone the aphrodisiac route for what makes the reader act up. There is some warning for drugging, as the context includes a skeezy club, a very awkward encounter, and the mission's target slipping something into the reader's drink. Not super heavy on those themes however, as they are just build up for what I hope will end up as some great smut.
I do also have a small blurb of 'the first time you didn't need John walker" if ya'll want that sneak peak...
UNEDITED!! No use of y/n, pronouns, or overly detailed descriptions of reader. this (and the other 4 instances) will likely end up being incredibly gender neutral, however the final smut piece will likely first be written from an AFAB perspective. I will perhaps however also write an AMAB perspective as well because happy bisexual John walker pride month... anyway!
The 1st time you didnāt need John Walkerā¦
It was your turn to make dinner, and you were happy to do it. Something youāve come to enjoy is the occasional domestic moment amongst you and your teammates. A Thunderboltās live is hardly dull of course, but there is an eye in every storm, and how still and calm, nearly beautiful it can be. Tonight, you settled on a simple dinner, spaghetti. With headphones on and music playing, you hummed quietly from time to time as you stirred the pasta in the pot, keeping a careful eye not to break the long strands. Heating a second pan to warm the sauce seemed to be the easiest part of the cooking process it seems, almost embarrassingly so. Grabbing the jar of red sauce, you grimace as your hands slip trying to twist off the lid. You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks from embarrassment for a brief moment. No one saw that, its fine. You had politely asked your teammates to allow you some space while you cooked, mostly to allow you the freedom to dance around while the water boiled. Your illusion of solitude however was shattered, the whisper of a chuckle escaping the intruder.
āNeed some help with that?āĀ
Of course it had to be the smug face of John Walker leering down at your shame. Stupid fucking smug fucking super soldier. Of course heās the one to swoop in and save the day. My ass.
His hand extends, a cocky grin still cracked across his face. You tug the jar closer to yourself and grumble out something along the lines of fuck you, i got it as you fought with the lid again. You grabbed a kitchen cloth and used it to aid your fight against the seal of the jar, finally twisting and opening with a soft pop! Your ego inflates slightly at the clever assist, and you lift your head to meet John's gaze again, arms now crossed and a bemused look gracing his features..Ā
āI don't need your help Walker.ā he rolls his eyes, but its noticeably playful in nature.Ā
āHurry it up then if you donāt need my help. Theyāre gettin hungry out there.ā he nods his head down the hall to where the rest of the team was, settled in the living room distracting themselves before dinner. No one had asked John to check in on dinner, it was his idea in fact. Bucky even advised him to leave you alone when the blonde announced his intention while he stood. John ignored that of course, making his way down the hall, only to catch you humming softly before you began your struggle to open the sauce. His offer was genuine, but he couldnāt help but laugh a little at your attempt and quick defeat, almost cute. He couldnāt help but let that arrogant tone slip into his voice when offering his help, it was almost a flirtation the way it came out.Ā
That sentiment however seemed lost on you as you rolled your eyes and shooed the super soldier out of āyour kitchenā, concealing a playful grin as you turned back to your task.
the 5 times you didnāt need john walker and the 1 time you did??? teammates to lovers??
john walker x reader fic smut?? yall do be liking the sex pollen type shitā¦.perhapssssā¦
if any of you amazing john walker writers want to write this feel free because i am lazy and may never get around to it. tag me in it so i can see it!!
loves, absolutely LOVES cumming all over your face after youāve spent what feels like hours down on your knees,working him with your throat and hands till his fingers are tangled in your hair and your scalp is on fire from the force of his pulling. he takes his time smearing his thick ropes of cum all over your face with his softening cock long after heās actually finished,itās just as much humiliating as it is arousing with one of his big hands still in your hair and the other guiding his tip across your forehead,your mouth,your eyelashes,fuck it heās like picasso the way heās painting you into his own little masterpiece. if you manage to get a peak of him above you heās really a sight to behold,hair stuck to his forehead,eyes laser focused as he taps the tip of his soft cock onto your swollen lips,his tongue pressed between his teeth as he tuts his disapproval at you ākeep em closed baby, nearly doneā. and nearly done he is, you can feel your skin start to tighten as his cum begins to dry across your chin and you know whatās coming next you hear him shift back towards the night stand. you hear the click of the shutter before the inside of your eyelids explode with light,you knew there was no way you were getting away without your close up,just another picture or two of you all fucked out,drool and cum covering your face and chest to add his growing collection. he gives you the slightest tap on the cheek when heās all done, and forever the gentlemen leans down and licks a long stripe from your jaw across to your waiting lips,the salty taste of his cum and the spearmint gum that lingers on his tongue already sending your head spinning and legs clenching again.
He gently pries your hand off of his wrist and instead wraps it around his bicep. You dig blunt nails into smooth skin as he brushes his thumb over your nipple again. Letting out a soft sound he twists the bud. He dips his head down and towards your chest. Your cheeks twinge with strong heat. When his lips clasp around your untouched nipple your throat lets out a sound. Something deep within your chest. You keep it in your mouth and swallow it back down.
alright my little ghoul fuckers, send in some ideas or requests for me to work on once i finish up the show >:)
also! i do write for more than just The Ghoul! iāll take requests for just about any fallout character excluding New Vegas as of right now (i havenāt played it all the way through and never had a companion other than Boone)
Adrian Chase absolutely has a fuck ton of dirty pictures of you. on his phone, Polaroids, even a one of those paintings of your butt from that old tiktok trend. he LOVES to look back at how pretty you look for him. whether youāre dressed up in something special, or youāre fucked out with tear tracks down your face, Adrian canāt get enough of you.
his all time favorite picture however? the one of you all blissed out and smiling looking up at him with a āVā on your cheek painted in his cum. heāll never get over how pretty you looked when you sat still and let him swipe the sticky substance across your cheek to make his mark.