Sentry doesn't gaf bro. he wants to get struck by lightning to see if it super-charges him. he wants to test his invulnerbility and rub it in John's face that he's stronger then him.
Bucky and Yelena are sleeping like fucking BABIES. two hardened assassins undone from the gentle pitter-patter of rain on the window and the satisfying crackle of thunder. Yelena is bundled up in her room, cocooned in a pile of blankets, sound asleep. she's fucking exhausted and she deserves it
I feel like Bucky's subconscious prepares him for gunshots, and the thunder briefly reminds him of the crack of a warm gun barrel. companied by the flash of lightning? sometimes he winces when a particularly loud stun of lighting and thunder happens, but he's learning to be comfortable with it. he can't help but remember his Winter Soldier days; when he was alone in a camp, waiting out the heavy rain and thunder so he could get some rest. he's still on edge, but now that he's in the safety of the Watchtower (and Sam's arms), storms like this can be oddly soothing.
Sam is ragebaiting John by the ceiling-to-floor windows. before going into the cadets, John was a Boy Scout, and he was GOOD at tracking weather and shit like that. Sam has too. they bicker over when the next bolt of thunder will strike, calculate the wind trajectory, count down for the next flash of lightning.
Ava and Bob are chilling in the living room, half-watching Sam and John bicker (Ava sometimes chimes in with a snarky comment) and drinking tea. Bob is oddly content like this, and moments like this remind him that the Thunderbolts were his new family. he wasn't abandoned in the rain and his father's booming voice wasn't as loud as the lightning filling the sky anymore.
Void is just standing there... menacingly
Alexei acts like Thor when there's a thunderstorm. he has his hands on his hips, chest puffed up as he looks out at the crackling sky. Yelena briefly woke up, went down stairs and spotted him, then just went back to bed. but honestly, Alexei loves thunderstorms. he loves how loud it is, he loves how beautiful it is, he loves how it makes the ground faintly tremble.
john walker smut w hair pulling AAAA I WANNA TUG HIS HAIR SOBAAD
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Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: John Walker x Reader
Summary: You discover something that makes John Walker putty in your hands in the bedroom.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, language, hair pulling, sub-ish John Walker.
Send me more requests for Walker, pretty please! It's actually got my creativity going.
Sometimes sex with John was a fight for dominance. Lots of flipping back and forth over which one of you would get to be on top. Until you found a trick that would let you do whatever you wanted with him.
Your big, strong, super soldier apparently had a soft spot for having his pretty blonde hair pulled. Like eyes rolling back in his head, practically cumming on the spot weakness for it. You abused this weakness whenever you wanted.
The first time you discovered it, he was sitting up leaning against the headboard. With you in his lap riding him. You had taken to locking your ankles over his thighs to try and keep him from taking control when you were on top.
Granted, with his super soldier strength, he could easily just overpower you, but he was trying to get better about relinquishing control. It was not his favorite thing to do in or out of the bedroom. It was easier to go along with when you were busy bouncing away on his cock.
On this particular day, he was starting to get a little antsy, though. You could feel him trying to adjust his position so he fuck up into you. Not too pleased with the fact that you kept changing the pace whenever you could feel him getting close to cumming.
You warned him to try and stop his squirming.
“Behave John. Otherwise, I'm gonna get off of you, and you can finish this by yourself.”
Leaning to press a kiss to his lips as whined. Dropping his eyes down to watch where his cock was slotted into your cunt. Your slick visible on his shaft everytime your hips lifted.
“Please honey, you know I'm gonna stay hard. Please just let me cum. Fill you up once and then you can do whatever you want with me.”
At times like this, he sounded almost pathetic. Begging for release at your hands. You felt a new rush of heat soaking you, and you knew he felt it too. He decided to play into it.
“So wet. Pussy's so perfect. I need to cum. Come on fuck me harder. Pretty please, baby? I need it.”
Suddenly, you ran your hands up his neck and into his blonde hair. Scraping your fingernails in his scalp before gripping onto his soft locks. Yanking hard and pulling his head back so his powder blue eyes were locked on yours. His mouth fell open, and a deep groan pulled from his chest at the sharp sensation.
You could feel his cock throb inside you as you pulled his blonde strands. A devilish smirk on your face as you realized you had just found a new way to push him to the edge. You started bouncing on him with renewed force as you readjusted your grip on his hair.
“Oh you like that, huh baby? My big, strong man likes me yanking on his pretty blonde hair? I feel your cock pulsing inside me baby. I know how close you are just from that. Bet you're leaking so much pre cum too. All ready to fill my pussy full.”
Between the filthy words falling from your lips, your hips slamming down on him, and the feeling of your fingers tugging in his hair, he knew he stood zero chance of lasting. All he could do was enjoy the sound of your cunt sucking him in and plead for you to keep going.
“Please don't stop. Ride me just like that, honey. Pull harder. Pull my hair harder. I'm so close darlin’."
The harder you pulled and the faster you rode him the louder he shouted your name. Chanting it over and over like an appeal to the gods. The desperation in his voice pulling you closer to your own orgasm.
Only about 30 seconds more and a strained moan tore through John's throat. Loud enough, you were sure Yelena could hear it through the wall. His fingers were digging into your hips so hard they would leave bruises.
The feeling of his warm cum flooding your insides sent you over the edge with him. Your cunt milked his cock of every last drop as you pulled his hair so hard you were worried you were gonna pull it out of his head. Not that it seemed to bother him. If anything it felt like it made his orgasm last longer.
His breath was coming in pants as he let himself slide down the headboard so his head was resting on the pillows. His eyes closed, and arms fell to the wayside as you dismounted him. His head was still spinning from the little trip to heaven you just took him on.
“That was incredible!”
You settled in next to him and placed a kiss on his chest. Smiling at the awestruck expression on his face. Biting at his pec gently before teasing him about your new discovery.
“Didn't know you liked having your hair pulled so much, soldier.”
His eyebrows quirked, and a soft smirk settled on his lips. Wrapping his arms around you so you could snuggle into him tighter. He wasn't done with you yet for the evening.
“Neither did I.”
His words slightly slurred as he recovered from his orgasm. You knew he would be ready to go again in short order, but clearly pulling his hair gave John a climax on a whole other level. It was definitely something you would be using more often.
C's corner: Hi loves, here's a little John Walker drabble that came into mind while working on Fault Lines. Enjoy. ☺️🫶🏽
WARNINGS: fluff, friends to lovers, established relationship, married John Walker, first kiss flashback, kissing, emotional vulnerability, domestic intimacy, mutual pining, soft comfort, happy ending.
✍🏽WC: 645
John wakes before the sun, like he always does. Habit, muscle memory, the ghost of alarms that don't ring anymore. The room is still, soft with the slow rhythm of your breathing beside him.
Married.
The word still feels new in his mouth, like a promise he keeps testing to make sure it's real.
He turns carefully so he doesn't wake you. He doesn't need to see your face to know it. He's memorized it in pieces. The slope of your shoulder. The place at your neck where he presses his lips when the world gets too loud. The way you curl toward him in sleep like you've always known where you belong.
Funny thing is, it didn't start this way.
It started with coffee.
You were just... there. On missions, in briefings. Sitting on the hood of a transport truck, legs swinging, passing him a cup without asking how he took it. You argued with him like you weren't supposed to be impressed. Laughed at him when he got too serious. Stuck around after everyone else peeled off.
Friends, first. Real ones. The kind that notice when he's pushing too hard and call him on it. The kind that learn the weight he carries without trying to lift it for him.
Best friends, eventually.
The title settled between you without ceremony. Late night takeout, shared headphones. That look you gave him when he said something reckless, like you were bracing yourself to pull him back.
He didn't know when it became something dangerous. Something that sat just beneath his ribs and refused to be ignored.
He knows exactly when everything changed.
That night, at the safe house.
The mission that went sideways but didn't break you. The adrenaline still humming in his veins, the quiet after chaos pressing in too close. You were sitting on the floor, back against the couch, boots kicked off, staring at nothing.
"You okay?" he asked. Always that question. Always you.
You looked up at him and smiled, tired and real, the kind that stripped the armor right off his chest. "Yeah. You?"
He nodded, even though the answer was complicated.
You stood to leave. Said something easy. Something normal.
And he kissed you.
Not planned, not careful, just instinct. Like his body finally outran his fear.
He remembers the way you froze for half a second, surprise flickering across your face. He remembers the way his heart stuttered, already preparing for the fallout.
Then you kissed him back.
You let him.
Hands curling into his jacket like you were anchoring yourself, like you'd been waiting too. The kiss wasn't frantic. It was sure, solid. The kind that says, I see you, I choose this.
He pulled back first. He always does. "I'm sorry," he said, already bracing for the damage.
You shook your head, breath still uneven. "Don't be."
That was it. No dramatic confession, no undoing. Just a quiet agreement that the line had been crossed and neither of you wanted to step back.
The rest came slowly. Careful steps, honest conversations. Learning how to love without turning it into another mission to win or fail. You didn't fix him, you didn't try, you just stayed. Let him be John instead of what the world wanted him to represent.
Now, years later, he reaches out and rests his hand over yours in the dim morning light. Married, rings exchanged and lives braided together. Still choosing each other.
You shift, eyes fluttering open. "You staring again?" you murmur, voice rough with sleep.
He smiles, soft and unguarded. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
He leans in, presses a kiss to your knuckles, familiar, sacred. "How lucky I am that you let me kiss you that night."
You squeeze his hand, half-smiling, half-asleep. "Yeah," you whisper. "Me too."
And for once, the world feels quiet enough for that to be enough.
Your husband is bullying me again. With bucky as husband and john getting bullied because why not. Also could u make reader call bucky, james or jamie. It is freaking cute.
Hope u have a nice day cutie
Sorry for the delay, I got caught up between switching summer jobs and moving and my laptop also died for a week, so um yeah, here ya go!
These are a few moments where John gets bullied/made fun of etc. Timeline is nonexistent, though the first scene is from TFATWS, while the rest is mainly set after *Thunderbolts
John Walker Hate Club
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x wife!reader
Domestic fluff, John Walker hate kinda
Word Count: 1.4k? (Idk lost count)
Notes: Got a bit too John centered at the end, but oh well :) Not liking this so much, but I hope the jokes weren't too cringe-y, enjoy!
The ride was silent. Y/N sat between Bucky and Sam on the back of the truck, not even trying to pretend she wasn't pissed off.
John Walker, the new Captain America, cocky piece of shit that he is, kept flirting -or rather tried to- with Y/N, much to her annoyment.
She should've felt at least a little flattered, but it was harder and harder to not be annoyed when the pick up lines slowly became more and more daring and... suggestive.
But that silence was short lived when John started talking, his partner chiming in here and there. Bucky and Y/N stayed silent of course, knowing if they spoke the conversation wouldn't be civil anymore. At least Sam was able to keep his cool, a skill they had yet to aquire.
"James?" Y/N asked so quietly only Bucky was able to hear her, thanks to the super-serum.
Bucky turned to her with a softer gaze and Y/N nodded towards his vibranium hand that was curling into a fist and loosening again and again.
"Is it acting up?" Bucky just nodded, squeezing his hand into a fist again.
"Just a little stiff. Phantom pain again," Bucky reassured her and she nodded.
Then John turned to Y/N, who just blinked back at him before turning her attention back to Bucky. "Seriously? You're not even gonna say anything?"
"With the way you talked our ears off an hour ago I would've thought you like to run your mouth," Lemar said with a light chuckle.
She didn't answer. And it could've been left at that, but then John opened his mouth.
"If you ask me, I know another way you could run your mouth, sweetheart," John winked back at her. Bucky's gaze turned into a murderous glare.
"Hm, I've got you speechless huh?" John smiled. Y/N locked eyes with him for a second before answering, her face unreadable.
"Every breath you take is a stunning endorsement for abortion." John's smile immediately fell.
"Woah, Y/N-" Sam started but Y/N wasn't done.
"Do you feel no shame for using the same amount of oxygen as an intelligent person?" Y/N asked with a deadpan look, staring back at him as if actually expecting an answer.
John sat there in silence while Sam quickly started up a conversation with Lemar. All of a sudden Bucky joined in too.
"And what was your name?" He asked Lemar and Y/N leaned back in her seat, satisfied, when John looked away from her, visibly awkward.
"Battlestar," Lemar answered with confidence. Y/N raised a brow at the name.
"Battlestar?" Bucky asked sarcastically, but Lemar just nodded proudly. There was silence for a few seconds before Bucky and Y/N yelled at the same time.
"Stop the car!"
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The mission went surprisingly easy. There was no extreme weather, their mood was shockingly good, but that was probably due to the fact that the boys stayed back at the Watchtower.
Except John. That bummed the mood a little, but oh well.
The church they had to get inside seemed just as abandoned on the inside as on the outside, straight out of a horror movie. Although the still intact glass windows added a little beauty to it in the moonlight.
"Hey, Y/N!" Yelena called out, pointing to one of the figures on a cobweb covered painting. "He shall make a fine groom for thee!"
"Huh," Y/N looked around in thought, the mission now secondary to their teasing game.
"John! Thou'st mother is out for a stroll I see!" She said with a mocking posh accent, pointing to the image of a cow.
"Just shut up you two! We could've been done 10 minutes ago if you stopped being children," John said with a frustrated sigh, walking ahead of them.
"Oh heavens!" Y/N yelled in mock fear, making John turn around in alarm, hand on his gun. "Lay thine eyes on the field in which I grow my fucks! Thou shall see it is barren!" She pointed to the empty space at the altar.
"Ha-ha, very funny. I hope you enjoy being immature," John told them sternly, and Yelena mocked him silently.
"If I was immature I'd make dick jokes, but that's your specialty, and I'm not going to rob you of your only happiness in life," Y/N smiled back at him before joining Yelena at the back entrance.
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>New message in THUNDERBOLTS<
Walker: for once i woke up early and already got done everything i planned for the day, wow, i feel immortal!
Y/N: 04-07-2030
Walker: what
Walker: Y/N what!
Bucky: 10 pm
Walker: what does this mean?!
Bob: what is happening?
Yelena: the newlyweds r planning to kill John
Bob: oh okay
John: DOING WHAT
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>New message in THUNDERBOLTS<
Walker: i think im bi
Yelena: Which one
Walker: which what
Yelena: bilingual, bisexual, bipolar?
Bucky: I know, a bitch
>Y/N liked the message<
>Ava liked the message<
>Yelena liked the message<
Walker: i sent that as a joke but now i feel offended
Bucky: Good, it means you still have a long recovery ahead
Y/N: And ur a bitch!
Walker: i liked the bucky who didnt know how to use a phone
Y/N: I like every version of my Jamie
Walker: Ew
Y/N: Just say you're jealous of our healthy marriage
Walker: i hate you all
Bucky: we hate you too
>Y/N, Yelena, Ava, Bob liked the message<
>John left the chat<
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The common room was finally silent in what felt like an eternity. Alexei dozed off on the sofa, the TV now tuned on a reality show Yelena was showing Bob. Ava was probably in her room, as usual.
It was one of the rare moments where the place felt more like a home, rather than just a place where coworkers lived. That moment only applied to the common room. The kitchen was another case.
Bucky was in the kitchen, making dinner for himself and his wife, making up for the lost time in the past few weeks. It also didn't hurt that his sweetness usually resulted in him being brought to bed by his wife, not that he would ever complain about that.
But John was there.
In the kitchen. Sitting next to Y/N. Talking to her about another identity crisis. He just slided into the kitchen, right when she almost yanked Bucky down on herself.
John looked visibly troubled, a sight that was rare, but not uncommon. "And I've been trying. I realize I've made mistakes, but all of us here did. We've been a team for almost two years now, and you guys still bully me like a dickhead! I feel like nobody here likes me," he said leaning back in his chair.
"You intuition is top notch," Bucky spoke and Y/N had to take a sip of her drink to hide her smile.
"See? Your husband is bullying me again!" John turned to Y/N with an offended look.
"James haven't done anything wrong! Plus, you're a grown ass man, deal with it," Y/N rolled her eyes and instead focused on the muscles moving in her husband's back under his compression shirt. Or at least tried to, but John couldn't shut up.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about! I'm being targeted!" He complained.
"Exceptional observation skills! With an eye like that you could be the next american eagle," Y/N muttered into her drink and Bucky let out a quiet chuckle, disguising it with the clattering utensils.
"Remind me to never go to you with my problems ever again," John grumbled as he got up to leave the kitchen.
"We didn't ask you this time either," Bucky said, but John flipped him off as he exited the room.
And although all of them bullied John -Bucky worse than anyone else- the married couple was still the first people John could count on when his days got darker.
Not intentionally, but it was still Bucky who understood how much effort and hard work it took to put your past behind you, to accept the things you've done and still decide to change despite what the world told you.
It was still Y/N, caring and sarcastic Y/N, who made sure to make fun of him every chance she got, she was still the only person besides Bucky who could understand his pain, without trying to fix his problems for him.
Yes, John was jealous of their marriage, how easy it seemed, how healthy it was. But he also saw the hard days, the dark times where even he didn't want to tease their arguments, because he saw how much effort it took to maintain their marriage.
And maybe that was the turning point for him. That his wife didn't leave him because it was easy. She left because he made it easy for her, because he gave up the effort, because he let himself drown instead of asking for help, like Bucky and Y/N did with each other.
The bullying continued. Sometimes worse than ever before, mainly because Y/N decided to teach Bucky some new phrases and insults, which resulted in some very colorful yelling matches.
But despite the constant "hatred" shown towards John, being with this team of misfits still made him feel at home.
Especially Bucky and Y/N, who Bob and Yelena started to call 'Mom' and 'Dad' -as a joke of course.
