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Full-color preview of SentryAgent 🤭

//:Do you know of any guides for drawing the costumes? I always get lost in them. Uhhh

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Full-color preview of SentryAgent 🤭

//:Do you know of any guides for drawing the costumes? I always get lost in them. Uhhh

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actually kinda funny to me that fanfiction is known as a hobby for cringe 13 year olds because personally over half of the fanfic authors i know are married 30 year olds with mediocre admin jobs they attend to inbetween posting chapters of their latest gay sex epic adventure

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More Bob and John thoughts

~Part 1 here~

Early in the relationship Bob prided himself on not being the kind to fight in relationships. Not that it had much experience. But even when John pushed- and John pushes- Bob wouldn’t rise to fight. And for a while John thought it meant Bob didn’t care. Which, sure, not healthy. But that was his guess. Then they realized it was something worse. Bob doesn’t fight becuase he doesn’t trust that he can fight, be mean, and John won’t leave. But the thing is, John’s not going anywhere. Olivia and John used to have. Blowouts, screaming, waking the neighbors, breaking dishes, because they knew the other wasn’t going anywhere. John doesn’t care what Bob says. It’s a fight. People say mean things. Doesn’t mean you leave over it. But that’s not how Bob was raised. Bob was raised then when fighting started people got hit. Bob was raised he wasn’t worth sticking around for through a fight. John has to be the one to teach Bob it’s okay to yell, say mean things, push the issue and even push John if he wants. He’s not going anywhere. A little passion makes John feel secure that Bob cares. They eventually have a big fight about not fighting. They yell and scream and fuck it out. They’re fine. The beds not.

Bob has more sedentary hobbies, while John’s are far more active. It’s a weird balance for quality time. But they’re found a good balance. While John watches football, Bob reads his comics with his head in John’s lap. John yells about crap calls and wasting daylight while bob rants about retconing everything in this stupid run. John hits the bag and Bob yaps nearby at him while he does his yoga (Ava said it helps with stress and feelings). John goes for his runs with the caps (Sam and Bucky) while Bob walks the park with Yelena and Ava, and they cat call each other when they pass. They get coffee together all after.

I want to give them tattoos. Bob has something slutty, maybe a tramp stamp, but I think more so something on the V of his hips, stars of whispy lines or something. He thought it was stupid the first time he got undressed infront of John, and was a little embarrassed. John thought it was so hot. He loves to kiss and lick and nip at it. John has the cringiest, most stereotypical military tattoos. Like a shoulder to elbow sleeve, or something on a leg. Nothing that would ever show and break uniform. Bob thinks they’re so butch and masculine.

John’s childhood wasn’t as bad as Bobs but it wasn’t a bed of roses. His dad was hyper machismo, told him to be a man about anything, weakness was a flaw. Mean man. It’s hard for John to learn to be soft with himself when that’s the voice in his head. There’s a mental wall in there preventing him from being soft and careful with himself, and it’s hard for Bob to keep trying to work through it.

Totally different tastes in music, but they’re both incredibly tolerant to the others. Bob naturally gravitates towards things like Lincoln park, Radiohead, things in the like, but Yelenas Amy winehouse and Fiona Apple has worn off on him. He also really likes Ethel Cain. Kindred spirit. John understands that it makes Bob feel seen but it’s a little intense for him. John prefers his early 2000s rock. Divorced dad music.

Daddy issues, both of them, in so many ways. John about his own father, about his failings as a father, Bob about his father of corse.

Bob is very kind to service workers. He tips a bit generously (can’t call it his avenger salary, more like Valentina’s hush money), he’s really sweet when he needs help at a store, etc. he’s worked a million odd jobs to survive, and people weren’t always very nice to him. He wants to be part of the goodness in the world. And he makes John be a little bit better by association.

Bob centric again, but Bob spent most of his life around women, socially ostracized by most of his male peers. He was a gawky weird abused kid, it was hard to fit in with the other boys. But the girls were more forgiving to the fact that he couldn’t run as fast or play sports well. The girls would read with him during indoor recess, and let him play mermaids with them in the city pool (he was Robbie the dolphin). In highschool the girls would walk track when they were supposed to be running laps with him and exchange gossip, and share their wine coolers with him at house parties. He’s been one of the hot Cheeto girls, he’s hung around with the girls from the strip club, he’s had his tarot cards read by the hippie white girls with daddy’s money, he’s always floated in with women, including Yelena and Ava now.

John on the other hand, has always been one of the leaders of the pack with the boys. Much to his shame, he definitely was a bully at points growing up. John once told Bob he wished they met younger and Bob snorted laughing, that John would have shoved him into a locker face first. And John might not have gone that far but at 16 he was far from kind and wouldn’t have been all too nice to Bob. It kinda ate him up to think about for a while.

John has scars from his time in the army. That many medals of valor and honor don’t come easy. He’s gotten out alive by the skin of his teeth many times, and his body tells the tale. Nothing as extreme as Bucky, but some bad shit. Bob liked his scars. Likes to trace them, likes to ask about them.

Bobs body bares the marks of his life too. Belt scars to the back, weird skin in his elbows. Jagged lines where he should have had stitches but didn’t get. Burns on his arms from cigarettes. Some his some his dads. Other scars on his thighs and biceps that make John’s throat get kinda tight when he thinks about how they got there, what that scene must have looked like, how bad Bob had to have felt for them to get there.

Ok I think I’m gonna leave this one off here. Part 3 probably :)

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Yelena:

Bob playing footsie with John while they're eating with the rest of the team. John gets so flustered, tries to keep his eyes on his food, but he can't help glancing at Bob's sly grin.

But once Yelena notices what's going on and tells them to keep it in their pants at least for dinner John gets cocky all of a sudden just to irritate her. Now he's the one rubbing Bob's inner thigh with his bare foot, he's winking at him every minute and he's thanking him for passing him the salt with a husky voice, teasingly rolling his tongue as he murmurs "thank you baby".

Bob ends up dragging John out of the room in less than five minutes of this game, eliciting both disgusted screams and wolf whistles from the group.

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I think the first time John and bob met the first thought in bobs mind was “I can fix him”

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I love that we all agree John is a good cook like yes put that blond boy to work as a house wife who cooks for the team

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I think John walker could be fixed by being bent over more some one needs to fuck the attitude of this man (looking at you Bob) 

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Me when I saw John pin Bob to the wall

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freakbob in action

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John Walker had only ever been good at one thing, taking orders.

It was muscle memory, almost holy in the way it lived in his bones, back straight, eyes forward, jaw locked, waiting for the next command like it might save his life. 

So when Bobby reached out, fingers curling tight around his dog tags and giving the chain a sharp, deliberate tug, John didn’t think. His knees hit the floor before his brain could catch up.

"Down" Bob said almost bored, unaware of the wildfire he’d just set off behind John’s ribs.

But he knew. Of course he knew. That smug, knowing look in his eye made it clear this wasn’t an accident. He knew exactly how John would respond, how years of discipline would fold him up like nothing else could. And still, he played it soft, casual. As if John hadn’t just dropped like a man hit with a sniper.

John breathed hard through his nose, the chain still tight in Bobby’s grip, cutting into the back of his neck like a leash. His cock was already half-hard, straining in his pants, but he didn’t move. He wouldn’t, not unless Bob said so.

That was the worst part. The way his body had rewired itself around Bobby’s voice. His orders. His hands.

"Good boy" Bobby murmured, thumb brushing along John’s jaw like a reward, like a pat between the ears. “Always so eager to listen.”

John’s eyes fluttered shut. His fists curled against his thighs. He wanted, fuck, he wanted everything. Wanted Bob’s hand back in his hair. Wanted to be used. Told what to do. Wanted to feel owned.

Because that’s what it was now, wasn’t it?

He’d never followed a mission briefing this eagerly. Never waited this breathless. Never let anyone see him like this, kneeling, flushed, dripping with need, and proud of it.

All because Bobby Reynolds told him to.

And John Walker was nothing if not obedient.

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yeah

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𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕

NSFW +18 MDNI (or I'll block your ahh)

Warnings: Switch!Bob, oral fixation, blowjobs, spit play, hand jobs, face fucking/deep throating, making out (rough)

𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 (𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏)

𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 || 𝐵𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎 || 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

this is NSFW version of 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝐻𝐶𝑠

The focus of this NSFW HC/imagines is Bob's relationship and his oral fixation. I made an effort to be this on point or in character, which isn't perfect. I divided this into four parts each ship.

⋆˚♡︎⁀➴ This is Bob's first serious relationship and John's first time with a man. And John became extremely careful or cautious around Bob; the man is still trying to control his emotions and temper and to atone for his past transgressions.

Bob appreciates the care that John provides because no one in his life has treated him that way as a lover, but in the back of his mind (Void) believes he does not deserve it.

⋆˚♡︎⁀➴ When motivated by his feelings, John truly means everything he says, even though he is terrible at it. In addition to John providing more love, he could reassure Bob that he deserves the affection he is receiving. Their dynamic is ideal in my opinion, where they can either improve or worsen one another.

⋆˚♡︎⁀➴ John is a service top, and I stand with that. Given that this man has been faithful to Olivia since their early years prior to the divorce, making him the quintessential lover boy, what more could he possibly do to Bob? A LOT.

⋆˚♡︎⁀➴ However, we're concentrating on one aspect of Bob that John enjoys taking care of. Keeping Bob's mouth busy. Just seeing Bob drool over when John pulls the garter of his boxers freeing his cock causing the soaked tip slaps on Bob's cheek... John knows he's fucked.

⋆˚♡︎⁀➴ He questions how and when Bob learned to suck a dick, but he never questions it because his main goal is to keep Bob's mouth occupied. John was a little reluctant when Bob insisted on fucking his mouth, but he would say, "Oh for fucks sake Jonathan, fuck my face like you mean it."

The filthy glide of John's cock to his mouth, his jaw slacked, and the wet gagging sound he makes whenever John's fat tip hits the back of his throat—"fmnunh, ugnh, ungh—" with drool and precum dripping on his chin—not just relieves the itch of his mouth to move but also enough to get him off without touching himself. John held his head, his mouth like a fucking fleshlight but he was too cock drunk to support himself. Another best feeling in the world was John's praises and strokes of Bob's brown hair after a rough face fucking.

Naturally, Bob would not pass up the opportunity to lick his cum-covered lips, which gleam as though they were his own lip gloss. "God— look at you all fuckin' filthy and pretty for me baby." John mutters and slides his foot between Bob's legs and watches the younger man grind his erection against his boot, stuttering thrusts and whimpering as he feels the urge to cum once more.

⋆˚♡︎⁀➴ sometimes it feels like these two would most likely argue over something and fucks in the end. John is cautious that he might say something hurtful to Bob, but come on, they're still working on progress, and all relationships aren't perfect. It's just the typical banter.

It would be a struggle for dominance, and let's face it, Bob could manhandle John whenever he wants to. Sometimes, they would argue about something stupid and end up irritating one another until John would become irate. Because Bob disliked people who raised their voices at him for specific reasons so it was his turning point to push John against the wall or on the bed.

Imagine them kissing roughly, groaning to each other's mouths. Bob finds it satisfying as well, so he keeps moving his tongue in a swirling motion while he feels the John's saliva in his mouth. Out of instinct, Bob's eyes light up gold, and bites John's lower lip, mingling their tongues with blood and spit as their cocks' heads grind past one another, combining their two cocks with John's rough hand.

They gasped into each other's mouths, a string of spit joining their tongues... John didn't see Bob's fucked out expression. In the end John would be totally sorry for anything he said that started the argument in the first place. Additionally, Bob would also apologize, which made them both accept responsibility and feel bad about what they had said to one another.

Thank you for reading and gooning! <3

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Little aggressive Johnny Walker

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John decided to tease Sentry a little. What could go wrong?

WIP 🤭 Lineart finished, coloring needed ✨

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HEAR ME OUT!!!

Bob seeing John in this fit for the first time

*not my pic or gif. credit to the owners*