sentryagent where itâs johnâs first time with a man so bob lets him lead because he knows just how nervous john is despite the blond refusing to admit it.
john already looks wrecked just from making out, their hips pressed together with john straddling bobâs thighs. he feels like the breath is knocked out of him when they part and he sees bob looking up at him with absolute adoration, desire evident in his gaze as he bites his lip.
no one has ever looked at him like that, like he was something precious, like he was something that needed to be cared for. heâs never felt that he could be vulnerable like this. itâs terrifying and amazing all at once. he decides in that moment that maybe he didnât have to put walls up with bob.
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john is honestly getting sick of being bob and yelenaâs third wheel. he gets that theyâre trying to make sure him feel included but fuck, does he have to go on every date with them? like itâs getting ridiculous. theyâre not in middle school! they donât need chaperones.
bob is just happy to be hanging out with his crush AND his best friend. his two favorite people going to his favorite places with him!
yelena canât believe that sheâs actually trying to help these idiots get together. Do they really think itâs a coincidence that she gets a call and has to leave early every time they hang out?
đ switch!sentryagent with john discovering some things about himself đ¤ || nsfw + comparisons between sex with different partners; no hate to Olivia! They only knew sex with each other and didnât feel the need to explore.
John didnât realize how sensitive he really was until he got with Bob. Hell, he didnât realize men could enjoy being touched like this.
Maybe it was because he only ever knew sex with Olivia. Yeah, their sex life was nice but it wasnât exactly exciting. He had always been hyper focused on making sure she was comfortable. Gentle caresses, kissing her body, fingers in her hair. Usually missionary, maybe doggy if they were feeling frisky.
It wasnât like they really took the time to explore Johnâs body. At most, it was Oliviaâs legs around his waist as he thrust into her, her nails leaving red lines down his back as she climaxed, her hands tugging at his hair as he ate her out, massaging his balls as she sucked him off. Maybe once her fingers pressed against his taint but he was pretty sure that was an accident.
Men werenât supposed to want all the extra touching.. They donât need the foreplay..
So when John started to hook up with Bob, he kinda expected it to be even simpler. Their first time, he had tried to go straight from making out to prep to being balls deep in Bob until Bob finally told him to slow down, relax, enjoy it.
He really tried but he felt vulnerable in a way that he never had before. It took time for him to not tense at every caress or try not to pull away when he was enjoying something. He learned a lot about himself as his relationship with Bob deepened.
He learned that kisses to his thighs or along the length of his spine made his dick practically weep precum which Bob was always willing to use his tongue to clean up. He learned that Bobâs strong hands were the perfect size to grip his hips, thighs, or ass. He learned that when Bob would press a spit slick finger to his hole while John was grinding the head of his dick against Bobâs prostate, he will cum so hard that he blacks out.
And his nipples.. fuckâ they were sensitive. Something that Bob liked to tease him about because Johnâs cheeks always flushed when it was brought up.
Sure, John knew it probably felt good. Olivia had enjoyed it when he played with hers but he didnât realize just how good it was.. and Bob being the menace he was, used it to his advantage.
Bob would mouth at Johnâs nipples as he jerked the blond off, watching as he squirmed. When his dick was pressed deep inside John and his eyes flashed golden, heâd tug at them roughly, suck and bite them until they were red and puffy. Other times, when John was close to the edge, hips snapping against Bobâs ass, Bob would duck his head and roll the sensitive buds against his tongue until John was crying out.
And if eventually John started guiding Bobâs head towards his nipples during sex, maybe even begging for it a little, that was between them and them only!
Bob does like to tease though, slipping cold hands under Johnâs shirt whenever he gets the chance, loving the whines that escape his partner.
Itâs still hard for John to let himself vulnerable and accept pleasure and affection directed at him but Bob is here for the journey (especially since it means trying new things in bed constantly)
obligatory spooky season post where bob accidentally becomes a cryptidâ a looming shadow man in the woods? oh thatâs just bob..
âBunch of outta towners coming in this weekend.â John heard from across the diner. Two elderly men sat in a booth, drinking their third cup of joe since John had sat down for his lunch break.
âHunting for something called the Void. Sâpose to lure you in to the darkness, show your own life in some out of body experience.â
John shoved his plate away, all appetite gone. As deputy of their small town, he was well aware of the reports that had been coming in.
A dark shadow with glowing eyes had been lurking in the woods near his cabin. Apparently it had started by luring local teens and hunters into its shadows by whispering dark haunting things but had begun to expand its horizons, going viral online after a video of the shadow man floating high above the treetops, encasing the forest in darkness was shared.
John rubbed at his stubbled jaw. It wasnât like he could just call a town meeting and say âNever fear! Thatâs just Bob! You know, my boyfriend who works at the auto shop? Gives discounts to elderly women and regularly frequents the public library? Yeah, that Bob.â
They had kept Bobâs unique abilities under wraps for years now, having learned to manage it. However, his boyfriend had been spiraling after the news of his fatherâs passing. The constant up and down of Yes that bastard is gone! and Shit heâs really gone..
Really, John thought the townâs people should consider themselves lucky. They just had to stay out of the woods and they were safe from The Voidâs antics. John, however, willing went home to it every night. He wasnât going to let his boyfriend go through this alone so if it meant purposely walking into the Void and pulling Bob from its grip, heâd do it as many times as he needed.
It wasnât like John was complaining when Bob reached a high again, eyes glowing as heâd hold John against the nearest surface and fuck him six ways to Sunday. The memory made him shift in the booth, lower back still aching from the night before. They were on track for the drop to hit before all the self proclaimed ghost hunters and cryptozoologists made it into town.
Standing from his booth, he tossed some cash onto the table before slinging his jacket over his shoulder. He stepped out the diner, heading towards his cruiser. Shadows began to rise above the forest, not far from their cabin. He could almost hear it now, the Void was calling.
As he drove home, cigarette between his lips, thoughts of Bob when he came out of his episodes plagued him. The confusion.. Then the tears, the guilt, and the shame.. Screaming at John to leave him because he was a monster.
But John couldnât.. no matter what Bob or others tried to tell him. Heâd heard it all; monster, cryptid, demon, entity, poltergeist.. To him, it was just Bob and he was going to keep Bob safe this weekendâ forever. Even if it meant, only leaving the bed to visit the library again and again.
A/N this is 1000% based on my coworker telling me about a book where the main character marries mothman(?)
Since all the autumn festivities are starting, how about a young adult/college sentryagent au where the small town golden boy John and former addict Bob get paired up as volunteers for the town's fall festival and bonfire?
John volunteers every year because he loves it (and he needs the community service hours for his scholarship). While Bob is only doing it as part of his parole and makes it very clear that he isn't thrilled to help judge the pumpkin carving competition or help with smores.
The only consolation? Getting to stare at John's pretty mouth (and ass) all day. The unfortunate part of staring at John's mouth is the fact that it runs non-stop.
As the event is coming to a close, the bonfire dimming, it's just the two of them standing in the glow from the fire. John has melted marshmallow on his face and hands as he continues to yap about how he plans to transfer to the state university after he does two years at the community college.
"Do you ever shut up?" Bob asks with just enough playfulness in his voice that it doesn't come off too harsh.
"Only when my mouth is full." John replies, completely unaware of his innuendo as he tries to lick his fingers clean. He meant full of food!!
"Oh yeah?" Bob chuckles, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
The night ends with John on his knees, mouth full with something else for the first time, and yeah, it turns Bob on even more when he learns that John is a virgin. He was saving it for someone special!!
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john takes the holidays very seriously. he grew up celebrating every holiday with both his and lemarâs families. even now, after everything, he still tries to do something special.
now he has a new family to force holiday traditions on. Especially when he realizes that none of them have celebrated thanksgiving.. well bucky did about a hundred years ago. alexei, yelena, and ava arenât american so itâs not something they celebrate and bob.. bobâs family either didnât have the money or the patience when he was growing up for it.
so on thanksgiving morning, john calls olivia to wish her and their son a happy thanksgiving and chat before heâs sitting the whole team down to watch the Macyâs thanksgiving parade and at least one football game.. then that evening for dinner, they have a traditional thanksgiving dinner where john makes everyone say what theyâre thankful for.
ââŚi guess im thankful i didnât kill you when we first met.â
fave winteragent hcs (either nsfw or sfw⌠or both)
hi anon!! i love winteragent so dearly but they also make my chest hurt!! the history between them.. fuck..
most of this is sfw but iâll include some nsfw đââď¸
I think thereâs a mutual respect between them that comes not only from their history but also from the understanding that they were both suffering at the time (and still are)
Unfortunately for my heart, I love the angst hc that Bucky had unrequited feelings for Steve and thatâs why he falls for John (who looks like Steve and has some of the same values).
John and Bucky are both soldiers through and through. I imagine that the team canât stand them because theyâre up at the same time everyday, never skipping their runs, clothes meticulously organized. It works for them though and even before they start dating, they fall into a routine together
Love love love the idea of Bucky already being comfortable in his sexuality while John is a baby bisexual who just started experimenting after his divorce
Nightmares and insomnia probably keep them up often so they sit in kitchen, nursing cups of coffee (or liquor) even if it doesnât really do anything for them anymore. Sometimes theyâre just silent and sometimes they talk about their ghosts.
Bucky always rolls his eyes when John is making stupid comments or jokes but he actually finds it really endearing and usually is trying to fight a smile
I do headcanon that John has ADHD (weâre twins) sooo Bucky is constantly picking up things that John has laid down, knowing that John will be looking for his phone/keys/shield/etc later.
When John canât settle, constantly fidgeting or talking nervously, Bucky will place his hand on the back of his neck/shoulders or pull him into his lap, let the physical contact ground him. The same goes for when Johnâs temper starts to get the best of him!
Bucky is an older brother!! and really good with kids (now that heâs not as scared of hurting people)!! So when he gets to meet Johnâs son, John is literally swooning at how well they get along. Bucky immediately becomes the cool uncle with a metal arm and loves to play!!
Johnâs lockscreen is a photo of Bucky and his son napping on the couch together after a sesame street marathon
i imagine that Olivia and Bucky get along really well! Heâs a charmer and very respectful, not wanting to push boundaries and understanding John and Oliviaâs history as well. Once John and Olivia work things out to the point that they become friends again, Olivia definitely points out how good she thinks Bucky is for him and congratulates because yeah, he got a hot boyfriend. good for him đ
that got long OOPS- now onto the nsfw
Hate sex? maybe at the beginning but it turns into âFuck youâre so annoying. iâm gonna shut you up one way or anotherâ and i think thatâs beautiful
Bucky craves the control while John craves to give it up (iâm a bottom john truther)
John loves to bottom but thereâs still a sense of shame that comes with it. internalized homophobia is a bitch.
Even at their most annoyed or frustrated, Bucky never actually hurts John during sex. He doesnât want to hurt people anymore so i donât particularly agree with the narrative that heâd be super aggressive or use his arm while intimate
That being said⌠they do have freaky rough sex but theyâre both very aware of each otherâs limits and triggers!!
I mean theyâre super soldiers.. theyâve broken some furniture
Bucky loves how whiny John gets, especially when heâs about to cum. Then he adores how vulnerable John is after.
Bucky is a good ole boy from the 40s and John spent his whole adult life married so yeah they make love!! itâs wholesome!! itâs intimate!! and when their insecurities are getting the better of them? yeah thereâs tears.
Okay last one⌠Bucky is obsessed with Johnâs ass. send tweet. man is getting ate out on the daily.
ANYWAY thanks anon! now iâm gonna be thinking about winteragent alllll day
wc: 1,139 | nsfw/smut; semi-public sex, handjobs, mentions of exhibitionism. A/N: not edited. i started this at work the other day and finished it tonight in the midst of a migraine. iâm sorry in advance lol
âThis is my first fashion show Iâve ever been to.â
Thunderboltsâ drummer Bob Reynolds told the french journalist interviewing him. He had recently risen in popularity, even earning himself the title of âWhite Boy of the Monthâ by their fans online.
With his rise in popularity, Bob found himself suddenly getting invited to things such as fashion shows like this, which he had never darkened the door of previously. Hell, he didnât even think the fashion world would know who he was, considering dressed like a bum as Yelena so affectionately put it. Thank God for their stylist because he wouldâve been floundering to put something together for tonight.
Bob gave the journalist an awkward smile and nod before turning to go find his seat. He could practically already hear the teasing from Ava and Yelena. Why did he ever agree to do this alone? He shouldâve requested to have a plus one. They were much better at this socializing stuff than he was.
He was seated in the front row, hands clasped in his lap as he looked around and tried not to stare at the boobs of the actress next to him. He wasnât even into women, he was just amazed at the fact that her dress was managing to hold them in so well!!
Introductions began, announcing that this was their exclusive winter collection. blah blah blah, fashion talk. Bob quickly realized that this was completely out of his wheelhouse but attempted to feign interest, lips pressed into a firm line, brows furrowed like he was pondering. Was he supposed to clap? ooh and ahh at the models?
He was a poor kid from Florida, the most fashion experience he had was when his mom would take him to the nearest department store every couple years when he needed a âniceâ outfit for a wedding or funeral.
His gaze tracked the models walking down the runway, each dressed in extravagantly impractical winter outfits. That was when his gaze caught him⌠Tall, Built, Blond, Beard.. Fuck, everything about he screamed Bobâs type.
Long legs sculpted in tight pants sent a wave of heat through Bobâs body and suddenly fashion shows were the greatest!! Bob loved fashion!! He definitely was not thinking that this was an absolute snooze fest just a minute prior!!
The hot blond posed at the end of the runway, expression serious before turning to walk back. As he did, his blue eyes met Bobâs and it was like electricity sparked between them. The modelâs lips parted as he watched Bob lick his own.
As the model disappeared behind the curtain, Bob was up before his brain really processed what he was doing. His legs carried him backstage, wondering down halls until he saw the blond man, lingering near a dressing room, waiting. They had both known, they both felt it.
âHey..â Bob started, trailing off as he got the modelâs attention, who looked like he was going between running away and running towards Bob.
âHey..â He replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before adding on. âUh, Iâm John.â
âBob.â was all the dark haired man replied before crashing his lips against Johnâs. Bob held him close by the lapels of the extravagant jacket that he still wore, swallowing the surprised noise that escaped him. John slid his hands up Bobâs chest, tangling his hands through the brown curls.
âThe dressing roo-â John was cut off by Bobâs tongue slipping between his lips, exploring his mouth. He could taste the mint on his tongue from the Zyns that Bob loved.
Their lips moved against each other, Bobâs tongue against Johnâs. It was overwhelming and left John flushed as they stumbled back into the dressing room.
They parted, Bob tugging at Johnâs lower lip as he pushed him against the now closed door. Labored breath coming out in quick pants, their arousals pressed against the zippers in a way that was quickly becoming painful.
âFuck, youâre pretty.â Bob murmured as he pressed his thigh between those long legs that he had caught his attention. The noise that escaped John was enough to fuel at least a few weeks worth of wet dreams.
Slipping his hands under Johnâs shirt, exploring the warm skin, Bob leaned in to press kisses to his neck. His head tipping back against the door under Bobâs ministrations and Johnâs hips jerked against the toned thigh, desperate for friction.
His beard scraped against Bobâs jaw and he pushed back the idea of pushing John to his knees, to feel that beard against his thighs, to feel the rough scrape as he used Johnâs mouth.
âBob-â John moaned , eyes squeezing closed as Bob guided him grind against his thigh, cool hands pressing against Johnâs lower back. The blond scrambled for something to hold onto, hands finding Bobâs muscular biceps, proof of years being a drummer.
Bob unbuttoned Johnâs pants, fishing his cock out and groaning at the sight, thick and heavy, the tip flushed red and wet. He loved when men like John had the perfect cock but were too dumb to do anything more than beg to be fucked.
He let Johnâs shaky hands pull him from his own slacks before batting the blondâs hands away. Bob pushed their foreheads together, breath mingling as he pressed their lengths together, scalding skin on skin. Bobâs calloused hand caused John to tremble.
âBobby.. Please..â John whined as Bob teased, running his thumb over their damp tips, collecting precum.
He slowly began stroking them together, gaze flickering between Johnâs blissed out face, flushed and desperate, to the heads of their cocks on display with every pass of his hand, pearls of precum dripping down to assist the slide.
John steadily got louder as he held onto Bob tightly, thrusting up into the perfect grip. He wondered how Bob was so perfect, how he knew exactly how he liked to be touched. His orgasm was building quickly and yet he couldnât find the words to warn Bob, too lost in the pleasure, the acceleration.
Leaning in, Bob pressed his lips to Johnâs ear, murmuring soft and teasing. âMm, you like everyoneâs attention on you, huh? You want everyone to hear you? Catch you getting touched by a stranger? I bet youâd let them watch, right Johnny? As long as they tell you how good you look?â
A cry escaped John as he was pushed over the edge, release staining the designer shirt and dripping down onto the pants. Bob followed after, adding to the mess in a way that made possessiveness rise up. He had marked John as his.
Once they finally came down from their highs, breathing slowly returning to normal, the tremors in Johnâs body becoming manageable. A smirk tugged at Bobâs lips.
âSo I think youâll be keeping this outfit..â
