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there's something i want to write on ao3 as a multi-chapter work, but i can't decide as to what would be more appealing??

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new/old photos of mike from his nyt shoot!!

wss era mike my angel

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thank you for the love on my recent works, i appreciate it guys

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pretty apron, baby ⋆.˚ bob reynolds x thunderbolt!reader

cw sexual themes/actions, unprotected sex, over the sink position, & creampie pairing robert reynolds + female reader summary bob helps you feel less lonely while you wash the dishes note inspired by this post ( @ elle_and_lithium on tiktok )

your slippers dodged a small drop of soapy water as you scrubbed the last of the bowls; there were still some plates to do, but you were fortunate enough to get the cups out of the way very first thing. the team was out for the night doing recon and wouldn’t be back for a good while. ‘sometime in the am,’ walker said briefly before he crossed off his chore on the small list you made. things were assigned here and if there were any small gaps, you’d agree kindly to get it done. someone had to. bob was familiar with the dishes, but grew tired since the new dishwasher wouldn’t be installed until next tuesday. he sat on the couch cutely and flipped through a book with a colorful cover. your neck tilted to read the cover and focused back on the sink.

“whatcha reading there?” you questioned, finishing off the bowl and running it under the warm water.

he looked up from the last page chapter and flashed the cover. his concentration sharpened on your apron that you showed him before on your cart, but he didn't think you'd really buy it. it was cute and cream colored with a baby pink trim; it fit around you nicely or at least he thought so. his blue eyes looked you up and down, "don't people wear aprons when they cook?" he covered him mouth to hide a small giggle.

"well, i'm doing the dishes.. and the water gets everywhere, so—" you wiped your hands across the front of the apron before smiling proudly and getting back to work. he nodded and hummed in agreement with the idea before setting his book down. "well, i think it looks good on you," he remarked as he stood and walked over. bob's hands were settled at his sides until he came up behind you and rested them on your sides. you couldn't help but smile.

bob always got close when it was just the two of you in the tower; he loved privacy. the cameras only really on the exit and no one around to see him touch you. he wasn't anywhere near ashamed, but respected your wishes of keeping things under wraps. you didn't mind if the team knew, but you just wanted to be sure about bob before anything. and as of now you couldn't be more sure.

his fingers snaked up and towards the front of your stomach. he pulled you back into him and laid his chin on your shoulder, pink lips close to your ear. "it's a pretty apron, baby," he mumbled, dragging kisses along the side of your face. you hummed and continued working on the dishes. the apron left the back of you exposed. you felt his hard sweatpants against your shorts and leaned forward to grab a dish.. and maybe tease him. bob chuckled against your skin as he continued to kiss your cheek. a low groan fell from his needy lips, "bend."

you shut your eyes and the plate you held slipped gently from your grasp, "bob.. c'mon." the small plead only made him want you more. even if it was mid-chore.

his crotched rubbed smoothly against your ass and sneaked past your thighs, barely touching your clothed pussy. his hands lowered to the sides of your thighs and pulled you even closer to his cock. you didn't hear the waistband of his boxers pull down over the running water, but you noticed when his leaking tip rubbed against your ass. one hand felt along the back of your thigh and inching up the gap in your shorts and getting a small feel of your panties.

"we can—" you trailed off as you briefly turned from the sink before bob stopped you and spun you back around

"stay. like this."

his large hand settled on the small of your back and leaned you back over the sink. "yeah.. like that," he grumbled.

bob aggressively—but slowly—pulled your shorts off and watched them stay put just above your knees. he pressed two fingers between your legs and against your pussy lips, tapping slightly with meaningful pecks on your shoulder. he knew how he made you feel when he was in control, which was often. you loved letting him take over and enjoyed how much he enjoyed it. although he was hesitant in the beginning, he learned your boundaries and fucking in the kitchen wasn't exactly discussed. you don't want to stop him.

he pulled your panties to the side and teased his tip to smear your wetness around and make it easier for him to slip in. you instinctly bent more and allowed him deeper access. he pressed himself in and let out a breath as you took him in. even knowing nobody else was around, you still looked around as much as you could in your bent position. he caught you off guard with his command.

"do the dishes," he hissed bossily. there was a small stall in his directions; it was all new to him, but he took advantage of the moment. how could he not?

you nodded and glided the sponge against the plate and it jerked across the surface as he pumped into you, holding your ass steady and feeling your pussy clench around him in response. he went slow. he wouldn't speed up unless you asked nicely. the pace pleased you and he grunted closely behind your ear. "you feel so good, honey," he murmured softly.

you looked back slightly and watched his head drop down to kiss your shoulder blade. his fingers deepened their touch against your skin and you felt his strength come through harsher than usual.

bob thrusted until his cock twitched inside of you; he groaned and his mouth was left agape as he whispered small i love you's into your neck where he sucked softly. you felt your legs tense and shake against his until you came, letting it drip down your leg and letting bob keep fucking you slowly until the two of you caught your breath. you had a feelings your apron caught a bit.

lowering your head tiredly, you felt your boyfriend's touch slip your shorts up and rub softly against your sore pussy. he kissed your cheek and pulled his pants up, eyeing the sink proudly. "got it all done, baby?"

you didn't even notice until you opened your heavy eyes and saw clean, rinsed dishes. you nodded and turned to face him. the small of your back leaned against the counter and he got close to your lips immediately.

he smiled and hummed into your mouth, ready to praise you even more. "i wanna help more.." a kiss, "maybe on missions," another, "you know?"

you gently grabbed his jaw and pouted, "you wanna work the field?"

he gave a sarcastic look of offense and neared his face to yours, eager for another kiss.

"no? stay here with you.." bob pressed his lips down to yours, "and keep them busy."

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had an essay to do sigh.. this will be uploaded today :)

saw this on tiktok.. trust i'll be doing something about it ;)

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idk abt malboro reds probably sweat and rotten meat but u get the idea

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saw this on tiktok.. trust i'll be doing something about it ;)

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thunderbolts as a concept is hilarious to me lmfao like imagine your DAD is a part of your friend group

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target aquired ⋆.˚ john walker x agent!reader

cw cursing, sexual themes/actions, hate fucking, car sex, body worship, & some stupid banter pairing john f. walker + female reader summary he relives the stress that he caused you on a mission together note not proofread! been thinking about him ever since i saw thunderbolts.. way longer than i expected; bickering is my favorite foreplay

you rolled over from your stomach onto your back and groaned obnoxiously, "it's like you purposely wait for me to get my shit rocked, walker!"

john knocked his shield into one of the guards and huffed heavily. he turned and looked down at you as he caught his breath, "yeah, something like that." you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up; you didn't expect a hand from a guy like walker. nor did you want it.

he continued to walk down the hall to get to the package; a case of stolen vibranium valentina thought useful. the information was insider, likely a way to get in good with the wakandan force.

pairing you with walker was her first mistake though.

the ride there consisted of bickering and aggressive clicks on the radio. you don't see yourself asking for him as a partner ever, given his attitude towards you reflects his mutuality.

"god, you walk so slow.." he mumbled, marching forwards and about six feet ahead.

the annoyance within you caused small mannerisms you never thought one person could bring out all at once. lip pursing in awkwardness, face scrunching sourly, things like that.

you jogged up and held your head high. once the two of you made it to what the mission coordinators presumed was a vault, walker ducked and hit the edge of his shield against the titanium door.

"spit at it next." you crossed your arms and held back a chuckle.

he shook his head and made a face out of annoyance before tracing his fingers along the seals. even john's small hum could get on your nerves if it was loud enough. you looked back down the hall and furrowed your brows at the lowering wall.

"shit!"

you ran after it and it shut just as you were feet away. the outside of your fisted hand banged on the metal, slapping it in frustration. john, on the other hand, wasn't phased much. he walked over and looked up and into every corner as he did. the awkward silence got more painful; he was looking for some kind of way out.

you didn't sugarcoat things, but you weren't going to waste your time telling him there's no secret door or luckily loose vent. he gave up minutes after and found himself back at the vault.

you shrugged as his eyes settled on you, "what? you want me to dig a fuckin' hole out or something?"

he scoffed and walked closer, keeping his leader demeanor. broad back, straight posture, stupid grin forming as his pink lips opened. "let me see your belt, find some way out."

the expression on your face got more negative as he urged you and even palmed at your belt, "yeah, because getting undressed is gonna get us out."

he tilted him head; not too bad of an idea, he thought.

walker used a few things from your belt and propped a makeshift 'fuse-fucker' as you called it, against the wire lining he noticed against the gate. he scraped his shield down and sparked the flame, burning the wires out and allowing the entrance to open again. although the mission wasn't successful, the two of you got out alive. you seemed more appreciative than him.

by the time the two of you made it to the truck, you could feel john's frustration. he was a soldier, after all, so it was important to him. not that it was silly to you, but the frown on his face and the aggressiveness he felt while reversing the truck was a smidge amusing. he caught your smirk when trying to peek at the window behind you.

"the hell are you laughing at?" he spoke rudely, shifting the vehicle into drive. you shook your head and raised your legs up on the dash; you leaned your seat back and shut your eyes. he was courteous enough to drive the way to and from.

about thirty five minutes into the drive, you reached for the radio and searched through for a good and clear song. the trees lined up against the long road made it hard to find a static free tune, but you endured. the silence killed you. john looked down at the button a few times before just shutting it off.

"somebody's got their panties in a knot," you mumbled and looked out the window instead.

he scoffed and rolled his eyes like a child, looking at you in anger before focusing back on the road. "damn coodinators.. the damn vault might as well been made out of vibranium itself."

you lazily slacked your head to the side and left your mouth agape in disbelief, "it's really not that big of an issue.. i mean it'll be harder to come back because we, you know, killed a bunch of their guys—"

he practically foamed at the mouth and slowed the car, "you're a pain in my ass, genuinely."

you sat up and squinted at him, "okay, mr. perfect. i have to get my mission done or else i'm not a good boy, god bless ameri—" your mocking ended when the car stopped completely. a harsh break caused you to fall back into your extended seat.

"i can't believe she set me up with you of all people."

he reached in the backseat and set his belt aside. you looked away and mumbled to yourself. he fixed something in his bag, foot still pressed on the brake. "you're like a damn irritation puppet."

"you mean imitation?" you corrected.

"no, i mean irritation."

"alright, bro."

he groaned and slammed his bag back. you eyed him weird and got dark furrowed brows in response. "messed up because you don't look around," he began.

ugh, you exclaimed in disgust and then the bickering started. the tip of his finger ended up on your chest, the truck parked, and you shoved his hand away. faces got close. john wasn't the type to argue, but he had shit going on and you were just talkative, messy, and made him tense. and he didn't want to admit the kind of tension you made him feel.

his pants strained and tight, hoping taking off his belt would help somehow. "fuckin' screw-up," walker got all in your face and looked down at your lips before glaring into your eyes. a sense of hate hit you, but it didn't stop him.

his lips hit yours roughly.

you banged his chest and he held it in no pain at all but the slightest offense. "you're so fuckin—"

he was cut off by another kiss on his lips. you slid your tongue through and felt his beard against your chin, scratching as he showed you how much he wanted to feel you.

his hands roamed from your face to behind your head and down the nape of your neck. john groaned against your face, "c'mon.."

the sound of his pants zipping down caught your attention. with lust filled eyes, you nodded and leaned back in your seat; you undid your belt, shifted your pants down, discarded your vest. the zipper of your top came down, revealing the top of your tits he couldn't help but stare longingly at.

he leaned over and held your face as his lips neared your neck; walker's need for you grew, but he hated it. he hated you. the way you groaned and gripped his arms reminded him of every argument and every intentional bump against his shoulder. the two of you grew petty over the few years you've known each other.

"you still stress me the fuck out," he grumbled in between kisses. you pursed your lips and held his cheek, rubbing your thumb along his beard sweetly, "i can relieve it for the moment, but no promises in the future." john smirked as you moved the entire seat back, giving him room to settle between your thighs. he pressed his tip against your panties and felt how wet they were just from an argument alone. his eyes shifted from down there to your closed lids. he showed it; he was cocky and impressed with himself. his selfish behavior didn't end on missions.

hand still gloved, his first two fingers pressed against the front of your clothed pussy, eluding a small moan from you. he moved them to the side and teased your clit with the pad of his thumb. walker slipped in easily and held your shoulder against the seat to hit deeper inside. you already had him groaning and making your tits bounce at the force he fucked you with.

his cock rammed into you and he sped up, forcing your hand to hold onto his strong arm to keep you still. you felt the hate in his hips. his eyes shut as he felt you clench around him, but he looked down and helped one hand into your hair; he stroked softly, still pumping into you and grunting loudly. the truck was slightly cramped, hot, but allowed movement for him.

john throbbed inside you and went from keeping your shoulder down to keeping your hips down to cum inside of you. his head fell down, forehead against yours, and huffed heavily before you came around him and whimpered while doing so. the agent caught his breath before leaning his lips close to your ear.

"i still fucking hate you."

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# marvel universe masterlist .𖥔 ݁ ˖

john f. walker

target aquired - fem. reader , smut

robert reynolds

pretty apron baby - afab. reader , smut

other

title of work - info

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not the bad guy if i write john walker smut.. right?

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many notes during the day, i'm very very grateful everyone!!!! goodnight and love from me <33

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like a winner ⋆.˚ oscar piastri x female reader

cw superiority complex-ish? sexual themes/actions, stomach bulge, tit sucking, cowgirl position, & nipple worship pairing oscar piastri + female reader summary your small joke about only accepting winners gets to him note thought this was cute lol please excuse any bad english ty bai

"i only fuck winners," you teased.

his hand reached for your small strand that fell from your ponytail, toying with it before fixing it back and behind your ear. "i know you didn't mean it, but—" oscar fake pouted and kissed your cheek, moving down to the crook of your neck, along the collarbone, and eventually to your stomach.

"only being with winners is an honor. the way you act like this for me.. do you really deserve it?"

his cocky attitude rubbed off on you with every kiss. by the time oscar met his pink lips with yours, a comment fell from your mouth to reflect just that. "try a bit harder on this next race, then we'll see if there's a winner worth deserving." his brows raised in surprise.

piastri took this as a sign to remind you of the near 20 podium winner you had above you, pinning you to the bed and slipping his sweats off to fuck you right. his hand neatly spread your puffy and needy lips, and with your legs already open, he had no hard time to press his tip into you with how wet you were.

"feels like a winner, yeah?" he mumbled into your neck, reaching deeper as he held you in place. your pussy ached with his slow pace; you needed more. oscar huffed, taking in how tight you were and how easily he could fit, knowing you've been fucked like a mold by him ever since you first started dating.

his hips quickened as his hands held your stomach down against the bed, feeling his tip bulge through. a smirk spread on his face as he continued roughly. "you gonna take it back?"

barely being able to, you shook your head and held onto his arm, pouting and panting tiredly, "please, osc—"

his lips neared your ear, kissing behind it and whispering, "you like getting fucked by a winner, hm?"

you could only muster up small words. "fuck."

oscar's hand trailed up to under your tit, taking a handful and squeezing harshly, kissing against your nipple and rubbing the bud. "god, you're so fucking hot like this, all spread out for me."

apologies and thank you's fell from your lips one after another until he shut you up with a kiss, fucking into you one last time as he came. his groans put you in awe as you felt how warm his cum left you. the spurts of cum didn't stop when he held still, but mixed as you dripped all over his cock.

he drew back and rubbed his dick along your folds, stuffing you every few moments. your pussy throbbed with every stroke, "does my baby need more?" "yeah," you breathed out.

"yeah?" he mocked your tired demeanor and kissed lightly on your cheek.

oscar pulled away, sat up against the bed frame, and pat his lap. you followed his silent command like a dog and felt your pussy leave a wet spots against his thigh, cock hard against your skin.

he positioned you over him and watched you sink down to take him fully in. he paid attention to your face, the scrunched brows that indicted he feels bigger when you're on top. you knew what he wanted. your hips moved as fast as they could after being fucked senseless on your back.

"feels so good," you moaned out, "you're so fucking big."

his hands felt like home on your waist, guiding you back and forth until you started to go faster and harder. oscar's hands trailed up from your waist to your back and pushed your chest forward towards his face. he kissed lightly on the valley of your breasts and to the collarbone. "so perfect.." his lips connected with your tit, sucking softly and swirling his tongue against your hard nipple. he alternated between them and looked up at you as he did so.

you couldn't be bothered to look down at his now messy hair, too busy holding his broad shoulders and bouncing on his cock. you felt dizzy and messy and knew you'd cum any second now. he felt it, too.

few minutes after, you whimpered and cried as you came on him, slowing your movements and giving your pussy mercy. you couldn't get up; oscar wanted to stay inside anyways, cumming softly into you, much calmer than before. you savored his thick ropes inside you, giving your stomach butterflies.

"that feel good?" he asked and tilted his head higher to face you, "do you understand now?"

you nodded and gave a weak smile, kissing him again and holding his flushed cheeks.

"yes."

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# formula one masterlist .𖥔 ݁ ˖

oscar piastri

like a winner — fem. reader , smut

other

title of the work - info

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# fandom masterlists .𖥔 ݁ ˖

formula one

includes oscar piastri, charles leclerc, max verstappen, & others.

marvel universe

includes john walker, stephen strange, jack russell, & others.

star wars

includes anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, the mandalorian, & others.

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