How about something smutty for the Thunderbolts headcanons š³ Like how each of them would react to you making them cum in their pants
thank you so much for requesting and feeding my hyperfixation!! below you will find four separate baby blurbs for bucky, john, yelena, and bob. each section will have it's own summary, warnings, and whole lotta smut! enjoy :D
BUCKY BARNES X READER ā you're with him in wakanda when he's cured of the trigger words in his head. he's able to touch you for the first time without feeling scared of himself. (established relationship, post-cacw | 1k words)
Bucky Barnes canāt remember the last time he felt this free. Maybe sometime in 1942, he guesses ā before he got drafted, before Hydra captured him, before they put those goddamn words in his head. It feels weird that theyāre gone now; to be without the dark cloud of impending doom that, at any moment, someone could utter the words and heād just snap.Ā
But now, freshly cured and living on the Wakandan countryside, he can touch you for the first time without being terrified of himself.
āYouāre so pretty,ā he mumbles as his vibranium hand trails up the expanse of your bare back. He keeps his flesh one on your thigh, smoothing his thumb over the plush skin there, and tilts his scruffy chin to smile up at you. Heās got you straddled over his lap, barely clothed and bathed in golden candelight, like some kinda angel brought to life.
āYouāre pretty,ā you correct with a lovesick grin, raking your hands through his silky, growing locks.
Bucky leans instinctively into your touch. āDonāt make this about me,ā he says, squinting.
āIt is about you,ā you remind him with a giggle, ducking down to kiss his neck. āIām supposed to compliment youāā Your lips brush his pulse in a chaste kiss. Bucky fights back a shiver. āāSupposed to make you feel good.ā
āYou do,ā Bucky sighs a contented moan, pulling you further into him. āYou always doā¦ā
His vibranium hand curls up your back and towards your shoulder. His other one holds tightly to your hip. You wrap your arms tighter around his neck until your bare chest is flush with his scruffy one ā until your clothed cunt brushes his cock, half-hard and throbbing within the confines of his boxers.
A moan rumbles in Buckyās throat. You feel it against your lips when you press them to his adamās apple. āDo you want to?ā you murmur against him, voice low like honey. āāCause it kinda seems like you want to.ā
Buckyās head is too clouded to respond properly to your teasing. He just nods his heavy head and flexes his hips beneath you in a desperate attempt to relieve the pulsing ache in his boxers. You let him, and with his consent, begin to rock slowly over his lap.Ā
āSay it,ā you whisper in his ear.
āWant it,ā he pants in yours. āWant you.ā
āYou have me, Buck,ā you slur, trying to peer at him through the haze in your vision. Your panties drag over his stiffening cock and leave a damp spot at the center of them. You find yourself chasing your high just as much as Buckyās.Ā
You snuck a few sips of alcohol to quell your worry before watching Ayo recite the wretched words back to the man haunted by them. You feel the consequences creeping up on you now and find yourself rambling before you can stop it, half-deluded with pleasure.Ā
āāM already yours. My pussyās alreadyā shit,ā you whimper in time with Buckyās groaning when your clit drags over his lap. Through pants, you beg him, āSay you wanna fuck me. Please. Donāt wanna cum ātil youāre inside me.ā
āOh, fuck,ā Bucky whines, face screwed and eyes shut tight. He tries to form the words in his head, but all he can think about is how wet you are ā and how his leaking cock has left a damp spot in his underwear ā and how the combination of both makes the friction between you so dizzying. āI wannaā¦ fuckāāĀ
āUh-huh,ā you tease with a slow nod when you sense heās getting close. āYou can do it, Buck. Cāmon. There you go.ā
He canāt tell if youāre trying to coach him into saying the words or push him headfirst into an orgasm. He hopes itās the latter, ācause he feels himself bursting into his boxers a second later.
āFuck!ā he blurts when he cums, half-muffled and half-whined, like it pains him.Ā
He holds your hips in both hands, keeping you still above him in a crueler grip than he means to. The quiet bedroom fills with the sound of crackling candles and his groaning. He tilts his face to the ceiling and moans into the golden darkness with his eyes squeezed shut. The sudden orgasm racks through his body in so many shivers up his spine, three warm ropes spit into the confines of his boxers.
āāM sorry,ā he pants when itās done, still slightly airy from the aftershocks. āIām sorry, I didnātā Didnāt mean to.ā
āItās okay,ā you promise with a soft laugh as your own building pleasure begins to subside. You cup his scruffy face in your palms and try to kiss him through the smile on your lips. āYou deserve it, Buck,ā you whisper against his mouth, between your delicate kisses. āYou deserve everything.ā
Bucky shakes his head between your palms and smooths his fingers over the bruises he unknowingly stamped into your skin. āDonāt care about everything,ā he murmurs lowly. āJust you.ā
Your eyes narrow in a sarcastic squint, though you canāt hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. āDo you think we can get Shuri to erase the cheesiness from your brain, too?ā
āSure,ā Bucky scoffs, smiling still, as he shoves you playfully onto your back. You giggle when you hit the mattress, caging your smile between your teeth as the man crawls back between your legs. He lies flat on the mattress, face-to-face with your clothed pussy. āI bet youād like that, wouldnāt you?ā
You nod, obviously sarcastic. āMhm. Very much.ā
āMaybe Iāll just go get her then,ā Bucky murmurs, punctuating his quip with a kiss to your inner thigh as he spreads them apart. You shiver when his scruff scrapes your delicate skin. āTell her to put me back under the iceāā
Your feet lock behind his back to keep him against you. Bucky laughs and curls his arms around your thighs as you prop yourself on your elbows to shoot him a death glare. āYouāre not going anywhere, Sergeant Barnes.ā
And, truth be told, Buckyās exactly where he wants to be.
JOHN WALKER X READER ā john hates when valentina pairs the two of you on missions together. until he doesn't. (enemies to lovers, pre-thunderbolts, cw for brief mentions of injuries | 0.8k words)
John Walker canāt stand you most days. Youāre too reckless, too impulsive, too quick to put yourselves in situations that might kill you. He hates that Valentina paired you together just as much as he hates that he cares so much about your well-being.
He knows itād be easier to let you get yourself killed, to have one less thing to worry about, but he somehow ends up kissing you instead.
āI canāt fucking stand you,ā he grumbles through labored breaths, with your spit still shining on his swollen mouth. He cages your body between his larger one and the unforgiving wall behind you. The men guarding the vault outside surely wonāt mind the sexual tension rising inside it, seeing as theyāre half-dead already.
You smile in the face of his anger until the fresh cut on your mouth starts to sting. āBut you can fuck me?ā you pant, eyes glazed over as they dart back and forth between his dilated ones. āI mean, you want to, right? āS why you locked me in here, isnāt it?ā
āI locked you in here because there were three guys outside trying to kill you, if you forgot.ā
āTwo,ā you correct in a witty deadpan. āI killed the third one.ā
āAnd I killed the other two, who gives a shitāā
āYouāre obsessed with me, Walker,ā you grin, pulling him close by the belt loops on his suit.Ā
Despite his near palpable rage, he melts into you with ease. The blonde man stumbles closer until heās towering over you ā hair messy from his helmet, face bruised, ocean eyes staring daggers into you.
āWell, thatās very presumptuous of you,ā he gripes.
āI donāt think it is,ā you lilt lowly and nudge his clothed crotch with your thigh.Ā
You watch the words of an argument form and dissolve on his tongue all at once. John exhales hard through his nose as his eyes go glassy. He hadnāt realized how hard he was until you pressed yourself against him ā how sensitive he was ā how long it had been since heād had any sort of release.
āAdmit itāā you whisper, pulling him closer until his stiff cock is pressed between your bodies. He smells like cologne and copper pennies, likely from the blood darkening his navy blue suit. Youāre almost sure youād be able to feel his racing heart from here, if it werenāt for the thick layers separating you. āāYou love meā¦ā
āI hate you,ā he corrects, though his dark eyes cloud with lust.
Your smile widens. The cut on the corner of your mouth begins to weep all over again. John reaches for your jaw without thinking, cupping his palm there and swiping the crimson away with his thumb.Ā
āNo, you donāt,ā you coo with a shake of your head. The room goes quiet then, filled only by Johnās heavy breaths and the clinking of his belt as you undo the buckle. You keep him close with one hand around his belt loop while the other creeps around the front of him. His breath catches in his throat when your fingers dip beneath the hem.
You donāt think he realizes how heās rocking himself against your thigh. Or the way he subconsciously shakes his head in agreement.Ā
āYouāve always thought about this, havenāt you?ā you continue mercilessly, grinning when your fingertips meet the coarse thatch of hair above his cock.Ā
John nods his heavy head and leans further into you, propping himself on the wall as his eyes flutter shut. He deserves this, he tells himself, for saving your ass a hundred times over. You owe him one, really.
āI know you have,ā you whisper in his ear. āI bet youāve gotten yourself off to the thought of me a thousand times.ā
Again, John nods in response without ever really noticing it. Just like he doesnāt really notice the release building within him ā like a creeping hand up his spine, or a tightening knot in his lean stomach. He just keeps rubbing himself against you, chasing a high he barely knows is there.
āBut I think when you imagined me making you cumā¦ā you trail off and smile when John moans against your pulse. āā¦You always thought itād be inside me.ā
John tenses at the thought of fucking you. Heās left trembling above you as a sudden orgasm racks through his body. The quiet room fills with his poorly heldback groans and your giggling while he cums in his pants. He feels the evidence, warm and wet, blooming in his boxers ā just like the red-hot embarrassment exploding in his chest.Ā
He pulls away to find you grinning like the devil.
āTold ya,ā you monotone and pull your hand from his boxers, only slightly mourning the fact that you never actually got to touch him. āYouāre obsessed with me.ā
John scoffs, like he has any room to be ambivalent after humping your thigh like a dog. He zips up his pants, belt buckle clinking as he fastens it again. āYou ruined my suit,ā is all he can think to say as you walk past him.
You roll your eyes and wrench open the heavy door to the vault, stepping over the bloody bodies littered on the other side of it. āBill me,ā you call over your shoulder.
YELENA BELOVA X READER ā yelena is full of adrenaline after a mission, and you only know one way to calm her down (established relationship, post-thunderbolts, cw for very brief mentions of injuries | 0.8k words)
Yelena Belova has you flat on your back. The rest of the Avengers tower is dark, quiet, and asleep ā each of you recovering from the latest mission in the sanctuary of your bedrooms. The blonde Russian girl is too full of adrenaline to rest, though, never mind how much she could probably use the sleep. Sheās a relentless force on top of you ā because of the adrenaline, of course, and not because she nearly lost you.
She tugs your pants down your legs with a pair of merciless hands, bruised knees digging into the foot of the mattress across from you. The mattress squeaks with each of your movements, and you fight back a laugh. āBe gentle, Belova!ā you scold in a whisper. āWalkerās gonna hear.ā
(John had the misfortune of his bedroom being one story below yours. And the floors were surprisingly thin. Or so he says.)
Yelena scoffs, face screwed. āI donāt care,ā she mutters, voice accented and low like honey. āLet him hear.ā
She makes a big show of climbing back over your body, moving much more violently than normal over the worn bed frame, so it creaks louder beneath her. āYelena!ā you snap quietly through gritted teeth, but hold her gently by the hips when she straddles you just the same.
āWhat?!ā she exclaims, louder than necessary for the late, late night, as she tugs her shirt over her head. She throws the fabric to the side, discarding it with the rest of your pajamas littered on the floor ā leaving both of you in mismatched sets of old, cotton underwear.
āGod, youāre such a child,ā you grouse and cross your arms beneath your head.
Yelena grins. āStop flirting with me,ā she lilts lowly and ducks down to kiss you.
Your eyes flutter shut when her plush lips trail from your jaw down to your neck. āWe should rest, Lenaā¦ā you tell her, sighing when her teeth scrape your pulse. āWeāre gonna be sore in the morning.ā
You feel her mouth curl into a smile against your skin. āI hope so.ā
āChild,ā you repeat.
Yelena gets relentless rather quickly, feral in a way only a previous world-class assassin could be. She forgets about the exhaustion and the bruises that ache to the bone, littered across both your bodies. Her head fills only with thoughts of making you feel good, touching you like it could be the last time she ever gets to.
āLena, Lena, Lenaāā you echo, reaching for her wrist where her handās shoved into your panties. āSlow down,ā you laugh.
āWhy?ā she whines.
You find her pretty face contorted in a girlish pout when you cup her cheeks in your hands. āBecause we have all night,ā you coo, smoothing your thumbs over her flushed jaw. āWe donāt have to rush.ā
Your words strike something deep in her chest. She refuses to let the vulnerability show.Ā
āI know that,ā she scoffs, trying to look unbothered as you smooth the top of her tank top down her chest. You tuck it beneath her breasts, and her pink nipples perk when the cool air hits them.
āGood,ā you hum, lifting your head to take her left breast in your mouth.
āI justā I wanted to make you feel goodāā she whines in her low Russian accent, voice cracking when you nudge her clothed cunt with your thigh. āāOhā¦ā
You smile into her chest, teeth scraping her sensitive nipple. Yelena keeps you pressed against her with a hand on the back of your head. Your arms curl around her back to keep her flush to your thigh. You feel the warmth of her cunt against your skin, and the wet spot slowly forming there.
The stubborn girl turns into a puddle above you, in more ways than one. You feel her shuddering as she buries each of her moans in your hair. Your mouth leaves her nipple with a quiet pop, and a thin string of saliva threatens to connect you when you pull away.
āAre you gonna cum, Lena?ā you coo, swollen mouth curling into a soft smile. āIāve barely even touched youāā
Her fingers tighten in your hair. āDonāt stop, donāt stop,ā she pleads in a broken voice.
You return to her chest, sucking on her sensitive nipple until she keens. She exhales a hoarse moan above you, flexing her hips over your thigh to keep her clit flush to your skin. She lets out several pretty āUh, uh, uhāās before tensing suddenly above you.Ā
Yelena holds her breath, grips you tight by your shoulder and the back of your neck, and begins to tremble over your thigh. āOh, shitā¦ā she moans, then sighs. āOh, shitāāĀ
It comes out more disappointed the second time, as she pulls back from you to flash you a girlish pout. āWhat?ā you laugh, mouth shining with spit, as you smooth a rouge blonde tendril behind her ear.
āI was supposed to make you feel good,ā she whines, Russian accent sounding deep in her mouth. āI had it all plannedā Iāve been thinking about it all day.ā
āWell, then itās a good thing weāve got all the time in the world, right?ā
Yelenaās frown curls into a more devilish grin at your words.
Neither of you get any sleep that night. Walker, included.
ROBERTY REYNOLDS X READER ā a year after the void nearly destroyed new york, you're still teaching bob that it's okay to feel good (new-ish relationship, post-thunderbolts | 1k words)
Robert Reynolds is still getting used to touching you. Heās spent nearly every day with you since you found him ā learning how to use his powers for good, how to touch you without hurting you, how to be human again. Itās been a year since then, and heās starting to get the hang of it. But sometimes he thinks you have more faith in him than he does in himself.
You kiss him hard enough to bruise him on the center of the living room couch, with Sunset Boulevard playing quietly on the large TV behind you. Bobās anxiety is only partly quelled by the rest of the Thunderboltsā absence, but heās still slightly scared of himself ā what if The Void returned and swallowed him whole again? Who would be there to stop him from hurting you if it did?
You donāt seem half as panicked about the whole thing as your lips stamp wet kisses up and down the expanse of his long neck. āYouāre so pretty, Bobby,ā you murmur into his warm skin. āSuch a pretty boyā¦ā
Bob swallows hard at your praise, adamās apple bobbing in his throat. He shifts uncomfortably beneath you on the sofa when he feels his cock twitching in the confines of his sweatpants. Thereās a need for release inside of him that he canāt ignore, but he cares more about keeping you safe. Safe from himself.
You pull back, mouth swollen from your assault on his neck. āCan Iā¦?ā you smile and trail off, hands sliding down his clothed, lean chest to the waistband of his sweatpants.
Bob doesnāt know what youāre planning. It excites him as much as it frightens him. His mouth opens and closes like a fish until he finds the words. āOh. Iā I donātā I donāt know,ā he stammers through an awkward chuckle.
You shrug despite the pang of disappointment in your chest. āItās okay. We donāt have to do anything you donāt want toāā
āItās not that!ā Bob blurts, rushing to hold you by the waist when you threaten to move off him. (He forgets, for maybe the first time ever, to be scared of touching you.) He swallows hard at the look you give him, blinking wildly with glassy eyes. āI justā¦ I donāt wanna hurt you.ā
āYouāre not gonna hurt me,ā you assure him with a pretty laugh. āYou donāt even have to touch me.ā
Bobās brows furrow. āWhat?ā he wonders aloud.
You donāt answer him with words. You just flash him a mischievous smirk and shift on the couch until youāre no longer straddling him. You press your lips to his ā once, twice, and then a third time ā in a silent reminder to relax before your mouth trails down his neck once more.Ā
You move past his jaw, to his pulse, and down towards his collarbone, sinking further onto your knees as you kiss down his body.
Bob exhales a shuddering breath and tilts his heavy head towards the back of the couch. He feels his hands start to ache with the urge to touch you. He balls them into fists, instead.
āRelax, baby,ā you murmur between the kisses you press to his clothed sternum. āLet me make you feel good.ā
Bob tenses beneath you when your hands brush his cock, growing harder in his boxers by the second. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to ignore the need swelling inside him. āUmā¦ Maybe we shouldā¦ā he stammers, voice shaking. āMaybe we should, like, slow down?ā
He covers his desperate plea with a wavering half-smile.
You nod, now fully on your knees between his spread thighs, and give him a kind, tight-lipped smile in return. āāCourse. Iāll go slow. Promise.ā
You feel Bob trembling beneath your hand when you lift the hem of his shirt. Your fingers brush the fine hair sprinkled on his lean stomach as you press chaste kisses to every inch of revealed skin. He takes in a shaking breath, burning red hot under your touch.Ā
He doesnāt know how to tell you how sensitive he is ā how, if he thinks about you and your soft touches for too long, that heāll explode. So he doesnāt. He just squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think about anything other than the way youāre making him feel just now.
āIāll take care of you, Bobby. I promise,ā you slur between languid kisses, holding his shirt up with one hand while your other teases the hem of his boxers. āIāll make you feel so goodāā Your lips brush the coarse hair peeking from his waistline. You flash him a pair of glassy, mischievous eyes.Ā
āAnd maybeāā A kiss. āIf youāre real goodāā Another, a bit lower this time. āIāll let you fuck meāā
Bob face twists. His brows furrow, his eyes shut tight, his nose scrunches at the bridge. He makes a strangled noise in his throat, growing so tense beneath you that it makes him tremble.Ā
You just freeze, frightened that you mightāve done something wrong. You did just promise to take it slow, after all ā and here he is now, cumming in his boxers.Ā
He feels the warmth of his orgasm wetting the plaid fabric and sticking awkwardly to his skin. He fails to stave off the pang of embarrassment searing his chest.
āIām sorry,ā both of you blurt at the same time.
Bobās eyes snap open, still slightly glazed over. āYouāre sorry?!ā he gapes. āWhat are you sorry for?ā
You falter for a moment. āI donāt know,ā you answer and start to laugh.Ā
The pretty sound fills the quiet tower, and Bob canāt help but laugh along with you. He tilts his heavy head back against the couch as you rise from your knees, straddling him once more and avoiding the sensitive mess in his pants.Ā
āDid it feel good, at least?ā you ask, smoothing your palms over his trembling shoulders.
Bob nods and swallows hard. āYeah,ā he mumbles, then clears his throat. āI havenātā Havenāt been with anyone in a while, soā¦ I guess you could say Iāmā¦ a little out of practice.ā
āDonāt worry about it, okay?ā you coo, ducking down to press a chaste kiss to his mouth. Even with his eyes closed, he can hear the smile in your voice as you whisper, āIāll whip you back into shape in no time, Reynolds.ā
