Ugh I Need More Fanfics Of Taskforce 141 X Male Reader Or Oc (preferably All Of Them) Stories (not Drabbles

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Uh? Did I actually manage this??? Oop I needa touch grass fr

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no pressure if you don’t want to tho, im just bored and thought it would be fun

Ugh I need more cod x male oc or reader long fics/ stories/series preferably bottom or power bottom or sub

Just a photo I took. I loved the vibe it gave off.

Should I post more pictures I take?

I am feeling great rn. Just got a haircut and it dyed and I'm loving it omg bruh. What about you guys?

Bro I need a frickin fanfic (preferably story) where the male reader or oc is a power bottom biker boy who drives something like a Yamaha r1 or a BMWS1000RR or some other hot modern bike and is a adrenaline junkie and stuff and slowly builds up harem of powerful men for himself and he starts by pulling up next to starks limo at a red light or something and immediately catches his heart or something and because of this he ends up eventually after a while of 'hanging' with stark he meets the rest of the avengers just for the other guys to fall for him too because honestly it'd be a trip. I mean who doesn't want to get on your knees for a biker boy, I definitely would 😂 (guys don't judge, a girls gotta simp)

Edit: and if he has a superpower, it should be like dumb luck. Like the kind that makes birds show up outta nowhere to take a bullet for him or something or no matter what he comes out unscathed. Like to the point powers malfunction when directed at him or something dumb will happen to keep him safe, which is why he's an adrenaline junkie. No one knows his power tho, not even himself. He just thinks it's normal. This also could work in a bnha fic

Edit 2: oh and a foreign accent like idk which but you choose.

Edit 3: I feel like he'd listen to artists like slen, sxmpra, BVDLVD, Freddie dredd, ghostemane, mac Miller, $uicideboy$, bones, d4vd, red leather, witchz, 1nonly, etc just for like the aesthetic or something (guys I listen to these guys but I don't look or act it at all. It's a guilty pleasure lol and I feel badass to some of the songs for the beat alone. This or he'd listen to heavy dubstep, trap, phonk, etc) and I'm thinking big dawgs by hanumankind would fit him perfectly

Actually this can apply to any fandom with hot guys. I'd die for a cod one where he meets them in a country they've got a mission in by pulling up next to them on his bike or he owns a bike shop or he's their neighbor or a DC one cuz Batman's reaction would be funny or jokers if his plans never work when the MC is involved because of his luck

Pic not mine, probably found on Pinterest. Credit to them but this is how I'd think he looked

I wish there was a tag for long fics ugh like stories with chapters and everything or people use it

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