#jacob roger

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Bad Professors Masterlist

Steve Rogers and Peter Parker

Late Bloomer 💚 2

Thor and Bucky

Sweet Like Candy 💗 2

Loki and Tony Stark

Like a Stone 💛 2

Walter Marshall and destroyer!Chris

Know Your Place 💜 2

Lloyd Hansen and Nick Fowler

Learn the Hard Way 🖤 2

Andy Barber and Cole Turner

Habits 🧡 2

Lee Bodecker and Ransom Drysdale

Words Like Honey 💛 2

Colin Shea and Rafe Cameron

Smile Like You Mean It ❤️ 2

[dreamedaboutboys]

To the edge

Any Male!Sub!Character x Dom!Male!Reader (character/person not defined)

Summary: After a whole month, you've decided to be merciful… just not too merciful.

A/N: Just a little something i wrote when i was bored. I didn't specified the character, so feel free to imagine whoever you want in this situation.

Warnings: Sex, edging, overtimulation.

He knew it wouldn't be easy.

He knew it wouldn't be exactly what you said.

Yet here he is, sitting in a chair with his arms tied behind his back, his eyes blindfolded, and his body shivering.

He knew he would be in this situation, and that's exactly why he accepted when you asked him if he wanted you to finally have mercy on him after the past month in denial.

All he could think about was how your mouth would feel around him, and God... It feels amazing.

He wishes he could feel this forever, well, until you spent the past... minutes? hours? He doesn't even know anymore sucking him.

Every single time he almost reaches his climax, you stop and start all over again.

And he knows better than to beg for his release, knowing damn well that It will only make you torture him for longer.

So he takes it like the man he is, holding tight to his hand when you take him all the way to the base and caress his balls.

His voice is tired from moaning, and his eyes are puffy from crying, but he can't stop himself from screaming your name again. And then there are his tears as you leave his member alone again.

But as he eagerly waits for you to do it again, something surprises him, his blindfold is gone, and you're gently touchinh his hair.

He looks at you, not knowing what to say, not knowing if he should beg or if he should thank you. But you don't give him a chance to choose as you get back into position.

"Be a good boy for me, will you?" You say in a deep tone as you take him in your mouth again.

He is thankful you decided to blindfold him before because he doesn't think he would be able to hold back this long with the sight of your gorgeous face with puffy red lips taking his angry red cockhead.

And he definitely wound't, because as soon as your lips touched him, he was gone.

His climax consumes him, making him almost lose consciousness. Luckily he is tied to the chair; otherwise, he would be lying on the floor right now.

As he slowly returns to reality, he takes a look at you.

You're still covered in his cum, your lips still red.

He notices you sticking your tongue out again and gently lapping at his cockhead, cleaning it of the rest of his release.

He shivers with the overstimulation, but not as much as when you take his cockhead in your mouth again.

He tries to say something, but he can't form a phrase.

You let his sore member go as you move next to his face. "I'm not done with you yet" you said, kissing his lips and going down on him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until he doesn't have anything else to give you.

[orth82]

Michael Sheen=the greatest.

Despite how exhausted he was after Thursday's performance (he was on FIRE that night) he still took the time to see all of his adoring fans at the stage door and make loads of people's day.

Friday's stage door was truly magical, and the energy in the crowd was off the charts. Loads of hardcore fans and talented fanartists were there and it became a spontaneous mini Ineffable Sheen Convention of sorts.

Everyone was interacting and supporting each other like the fabulous family we are. One girl was so nervous she almost threw up. Another adorable fan had a full-on breakdown of the most joyous and beautiful kind after meeting their hero. Shy and trembling fans were gently encouraged and helped by the complete strangers next to them (as well as MS himself).

An international delegation of Sheenie fans comprised of some of the loveliest and most talented people on earth, all brought together by our adoration of this beautiful man.

So many hugs, happy tears, stories and wee handmade gifts were exchanged. I am so grateful to have been lucky enough to be a part of it all.

And yes, that's his handwritten bratty Bastille Azi quote on my collarbone, freshly tattooed this morning in Soho (he kindly wrote it on a post-it note for the specific purpose).

Oh, and then this happened. Irene, you are a cinnamon roll and we all think you're just the bee's knees ☺️

Toward the end of my third magical stage door encounter I finally had the wherewithal to ask for a photo. Still not brave enough to request a hug but my hand went straight for his glorious tummy of its own accord. My brain ceased to function at that point and I am now deceased 💀

There are no words to describe how grateful I am to Michael, the phenomenal cast and the best fandom on earth for this unforgettable experience. I genuinely hope MS knows how loved he is and how much we appreciate all he does. This world is a better place because of him 🖤

(btw that adorable Nye kewpie doll is the creation of the talented @buzzinglarrieee and the Nye watercolour was a gift to MS made by @dennissima)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals 26

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: double chapter day!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

“It was so lovely to come see you all, to see how you’ve grown,” Hela preens as she stands at the head of the table. “Immaculate, every one of you.” 

Dahlia pokes her cheek with her tongue and Bucky snatches the fork she twirls in her hand. He knows her well. Maybe he even fears he’s at the mercy of the tines.  

You turn your attention back to your matron of dishonour. Her black bob is wavy and her skin freckled from the sun. She’s beautiful for someone so wretched. You can’t help but wonder if you’re the only ones. You know you can’t be the first. It’s all too orderly, too planned, too perfect. 

“Do make me proud, petals,” she claps her hands together and her pretty lips curl, “I may just return at Christmas with some gifts, eh?” 

Christmas. It’s still a ways off but the fall is setting in. The summer is in its last dregs and you find yourself shivering in the morning as the night cools. Not a single voice rises to answer her farewell. You all just stare, rather glare, at her. 

“Well, then, I’ll be off.” 

“Sister, I’ll show you the door,” Loki rises and beckons her away from the table, “I must thank you for coming so quickly and bringing a fresh stem...” 

His voice trails off and you glance over at Zinnia, sitting by his empty seat. She mashes down her eggs with the back of a spoon. The other girls keep there hands away from their plates. You don’t have much of an appetite yourself. 

“Boring,” Lloyd says suddenly. “How about we do something fun?” 

The other men seemed agitated by his suggestion. Strange how they seem to share the same malaise. Ransom’s arm drapes over the back of your chair, Curtis has Violet in his lap, Lee keeps jabbing Marigold and whispering at her. Your eyes meet Steve’s as he watches you in turn. You quickly look away. 

“I’ll clear the table,” you offer as you stand and lift your plate. 

“Ugh, boring,” Lloyd spits again, “Christ on a dildo, why are we sitting here playing Brady Bunch? Let’s get fucking wild.” 

“Shut up,” Bucky growls as Dahlia rubs her faded bruises. 

“Oh, shit, you know, I got the perfect fucking game, girls, follow Lily’s lead and clear the table.” 

The mustachioed man stands and breezes away. The other women look at each other. You nudge Azalea and she stands with her head down. She takes her plate and Lloyd’s. The other girls follow in a long train to the kitchen. Andy gets up to follow, keeping watch as you cluster together to divvy up the leftovers into containers. 

You hate to agree but it is dull as hell. You finish stacking up the dirty plates but none of you are eager to go back into the dining room. Only bad things happen there. The games they play aren’t much fun for you. 

“Go,” Andy demands. 

Dahlia goes out first, angling her head back and forth defiantly. Zinnia follows after her, Daisy, Rose, Violet shuffles noisily and clings to Azalea’s hand as she drags her, then you, and finally Marigold. As you come out, Lloyd stands in front of his seat, jiggling a pair of dice in his hands. 

The other men share your level of enthusiasm. Bucky’s arms are crossed, Ransom yawns, Lee rubs his belly, Curtis picks his thumbnail, Loki untangles a shank of his long dark coils, and Steve peers over his shoulder to stare at you. You don’t like that. 

“Right, simple rules, guys,” Lloyd rattles the large pair of plastic dice, “choose a girl, roll the dice, and let fate decide. I’ll go first since it was my idea.” 

You nearly let out a groan. You’re so tired. Ransom points you next to him and you sit. The others follow suit. Andy stands behind his chair and watches as Lloyd tosses the dice. 

You notice the imprinted images on the sides of the cubes. Various positions and words. You hold your breath and sense the rest of the room doing the same. 

“Hey, Zinnia,” Lloyd calls as the dice bounce over the wood, “how about we get acquainted?” 

The plastic cubes still and shows a man with his head between a woman’s legs as she sits on a chair. The other dice reads, ‘until orgasm.�� 

Zinnia whimpers and Loki sniffs. He stands and drags her chair away from the table. She grips the sides to keep from sliding off. He veers her around to face Lloyd as he struts behind the other seats. He snickers as he drags his hand over his mouth. 

“Come on, let me see the kitty, just wanna give her a pet,” he gets down to his knees and Loki catches Zinnia’s shoulders before she can sit up. She writhes helplessly as Lloyd’s hands crawl up her thighs. He tickles the front of her panties and glances over, “hey don’t let me have all the fun, unless you wanna watch.” 

There’s a moment of indecision. Then Steve reaches across the table and scoops up the dice. He examines each then cradles them in his large hand. Zinnia’s murmurs underline the lull as Lloyd growls deeply, his mouth making unsettling noises. 

“Lily, how’s it we’ve never had any fun?” He asks and tosses them. They only roll a short way before stilling. 

You stare at the top of the first dice. A couple in doggystyle. You clamp your lips and try not to shudder. You glance over at Dahlia and she shakes her head. The other girls slump and shrink, knowing their own turn is imminent. 

The second dice makes you blanch as it lands flat; ‘backdoor’. 

“Perfect,” Steve growls, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be nice.” 

He stands, pushing out his chair and waving towards the seat, “get on your knees, I’ll be right back.” 

“The fuck, Steve,” Ransom sneers. 

“We’ll trade,” Steve offers. 

“Mm, thanks but I think I’ll try something new. How about you, Statue of Liberty?” He looks at ass, “you think you can stay awake for some good dick?” 

You get up as Ransom swipes up the dice. This is humiliating. It’s one thing to be dragged off behind closed doors but these men are as good as starting an orgy. For what? Because they’re bored? 

Steve helps you onto the chair. You brace the back as you sit on your knees, shaking. You don’t know if you can handle this. He rubs your shoulder, gripping it hard enough for the tendon to tweak. You wince and he lets go as he walks away. You watch after him as Azalea starts to snivel. 

You look over as Lloyd keeps his face buried between Zinnia’s legs, his hand on her tits as he devours her. She puffs and pouts and squirm as Loki pets her cheek and coos. Ugh, god! You can’t keep doing this.  

For now, you have to. You have to bide your time. You have to get rid of these necklaces and those damn cameras. You have to wait for these men to turn their fangs on each other instead of you. 

Steve comes back as Dahlia’s snarl rolls through the air. There’s a struggle behind you on the floor you can’t see. Andy’s no longer by the kitchen door. It must be him. His voice confirms it as he calls for Rose too. 

Shit. The chaos breaks out quickly. Steve startles you as he squirts a slick flow between your cheeks. You squeak as he pushes his fingers along your ass as rubs your tight hole. He clicks shut the bottle of lube and reaches to put it on the table. 

He grips the back of your neck and forces your head straight. You his and latch tightly to the chair. You sit on your heels as he bends against you, contorting so he’s flush to your back. He pushes his head next to yours and growls. 

He rescinds his touch for just a moment as he jostles around. His brings his firm tip up along your cheeks and presses against your ring. You babble and reach back to press on his hip. 

“Please, no--” 

He loops his hand around the front of your neck and chokes your voice away. You gasp and wheeze as he pushes into you. He stretches your ass just around his tip, just enough for your to let out a whistle through your tight throat. Ow. Oh shit.  

He rocks and dips a little further inside. Your eyes prick and you shake your head, grinding your teeth as you quake. He thrusts again, deeper. Several more times, sinking in as your insides burn. Even the lube can’t help the resistance of your body. 

He brings his other hand to your throat, crisscrossing his fingers in front of it as he forces your head up and back. Your spine arches as his pelvis claps against your ass and he grunts. The chair rocks with his motion, teetering dangerously as your tears stream down your cheeks. 

The pain is blinding. Your eyes roll back as you puff out shallow breaths through the constriction of your throat. He snaps his hips harshly and you spasm. Again, again, again. Each time crueler than the last. 

Steve shifts his feet and moves closer again. He bucks into you so that the agony radiates from your core. You would sob if your could breath. He adjusts his hands, wrapping them full around your neck. Your lashes flutter as your vision speckles with black dots. 

“Steve, take it easy--” you hear someone warn but you can’t make out their timbre. 

“Hey, whoa, slow down. She’s--” 

Your tongue lolls out as all the air traps in your chest. The heat in your lungs is as fiery as that in your ass. The slap of flesh and the cracking force mingles with the swirling in your head. Your eyelids close of their own volition as all resistance gives out and your body goes limp. The world fades though the pain remains. 

🌸

“You could’ve fucking killed her,” A snarl seeps into your ears, making them itchy. “What the fuck are you thinking?” 

“Whatever. We can get another--” 

“Fuck off. The new one’s already pissing me off,” Bucky’s deeper tone breaks through the veil over you. 

“Like you even like the one you got--” 

“Lily,” another voice drifts in and your eyelids part, your vision hazy as Dahlia’s blurry figure sits over you. 

“Keep it down,” Lloyd sneers, “some of us are trying to eat.” 

“Don’t be a jackass,” Andy barks as he stands behind Dahlia, looming over you both, “if we lose another one, maybe you should just sacrifice the tall one.” 

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic. He was getting kinky--” 

“She’s awake,” Steve looks over at you, his pants still undone but his dick tucked away. 

“Fucking lucky,” Ransom shoves him and sidles through. “Lily pad, you okay down there?” 

You blink at him as Azalea sways nearby, twisting her hand around her finger. You look at the faces you can make out and Dahlia helps you sit up. You nod and rub your temples, wincing as your ass throbs. Oh, yeah... 

“Come on,” Ransom bends over you and hauls you up, “someone send that douchebag to his room.” 

“Who put you in charge?” Steve growls, “not my fault she can’t take it. Maybe you’re getting soft.” 

“Some of us don’t wanna fuck a corpse,” Ransom retorts as he wraps an arm around your back and lifts you. 

“I’m sure you do so much work, pillow princess,” Lloyd cackles from his knees. He has three fingers inside of Zinnia as she continues to squirm and squeal. 

Ransom huffs and carries on past the others. You lean your head against him, blocking out the rest of the room with his body. You can’t look. It hurts even more to see the rest suffer. 

He takes you into your room and elbows the door shut with a quick jerk of his body. He tuts and put you on the bed. You can’t help but curl up, hugging your legs as the ache pulses from within. 

You’re groggy with the aftermath of Steve’s strong hold. You rub your cheek, trying to get some sense back. Ransom paces, a hand on his hip, the other opening and closing in silent monologue. He’s uptight. You haven’t seen him like this. 

“I told him to stop. Fucker. Can’t fucking listen to save his life,” he snarls and stops, facing you as he stomps. “You heard me tell him to quit.” 

You bat your lashes and nod. Slowly, you muster your strength to sit up. You wince as you do. You stay balled up small as Ransom pushes his chin up and heaves once more. You consider him and his frustration; the words from before. How the men constantly battle for control, not just with you but each other. 

“He should listen,” you croak, coughing and rubbing your throat, “they should all listen to you.” 

He lowers his head and looks at you with an arch in his brow. 

“Sir, I’m sorry,” you drop your shoulders. 

“No, what are you saying?” He narrows his eyes. 

“It’s only... Maybe... if you’d been upstairs, you could’ve saved Iris. And... and if they’d all just listen it wouldn’t all be a mess. You always tell them not to... not to go so far,” you temper your words as you speak them, uncertain and yet you think that makes them seem more genuine. “They don’t listen. First Curtis with Violet, now this.” 

You chew your lip as he stares. Your heart pounds in your chest. Does he know what you’re doing? You’ve never been a very good liar. 

“They’re all breaking the rules but didn’t you all agree to them?” 

He comes forward and you fight not to cower away. He reaches for you and you expect a slap or a grope or jab. Instead he strokes your cheek and bends to meet your gaze. He looks you in the face, his blue eyes searching. 

“You know what, lily pad, you’re right,” he sits lightly on the edge of the bed and draws you close. “that’s why I like you. ‘Cause you know better. You listen.” 

He shifts and lays on his side, pulling you with him. You let him. You put your hand on his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“You’re... you’re the only one who doesn’t hurt me,” you say. 

He hums and sucks his teeth, “I know, lily pad.” He exhales and closes his eyes, “this can’t go on. I gotta get these guys in check.” 

You nod and nestle closer. Not because he makes you feel safe. Not because you meant any of it. Because it makes him think you do. That sliver of doubt is under his skin, it will only continue to poke until he has to rip it out. 

[lee-bodeckers-pepsicup]

Chris Evans Character Art Cards

Steve Rogers - The Avengers/Captain America Movies

Curtis Everett - Snowpiercer

Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man

Andy Barber - Defending Jacob

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[just-just-gyllenhaal]

Jake Gyllenhaal And Cartier Celebrate Document Journal Magazine Fall-Winter 2024-2025 Issue(2024) pics...

[inkdemonapologist]

nobody asked but since I've seen a lil chatter on the DCTL Graphic Novel on tumblr too, here's the thread I posted on twitter, speaking as someone who's done a little freelance work as a comic artist, under the jump:

Main thought about the DCTL graphic novel preview is: yeah, I've made designs like that when I was being paid by the page and expected to just throw in extra design work for free and I have a deadline and no time to scour the source material or really put my heart into the design No shade to the artist; every complaint I have about the pages we've seen is that this looks like someone who was just working (quickly) from a script. The artist is likely not a Big Fan, so they only know the info and descriptions they're given. And the artist's portfolio shows they're capable of the kind of designs and dynamics this comic needed. its possible they phoned it in for no reason, but feels more likely to be "not enough time/not paid enough/not given enough info to give it that level of care." Which, don't get me wrong; an important level of craftsmanship and care is missing and im not gonna blame the artist but i AM gonna be a hater abt it lmao It's not just about designs; the convo with Joey is another good example. It's a literal illustration of the things Joey said and did in that scene, but it's missing the point -- that scene is our introduction to the way Joey throws Buddy off-balance. That energy is missing. And that's the sort of thing that needs the script to convey this purpose well to the artist, that needs the artist to have time & freedom to invest in portraying it, that needs time & investment & knowledge to ask for adjustments at early stages and get the page right one more note: begging batim fans 2 think abt the plot of DCTL and realise why "maybe we will not make the creepy guy who dies at the end a black man in this" is perhaps a reasonable choice. like im a fan of poc norman headcanons too but pls recognise this would be a tough call!! anyway, genuinely cannot wait to see how off sammy is gonna be in this lmao. will he be a mid non-design like norman or will he be conventionally handsome or will he get graphic novel dave miller vibes b/c hes an antagonist? will we get the fabled black hair sammy??? i cant wait

TL;DR I strongly suspect this was an issue of not enough time/not enough money. That design looks nothing like the description of Norman, right? Like, there's hundreds of different AU designs of all shapes, colours and sizes that you could create that would still look like Norman Polk, but somehow they managed to make a character that isnt ANY of them, lmao??? So... how could that happen, unless nobody gave the artist a description of Norman? Or if they did, how did that design make it past anyone else, unless there wasn't time for revisions or a system worked out for revisions, unless whoever was managing the comic project thought it was fine if the designs didn't fit with the descriptions in the book? If everyone is doing their job, then the artist is given the information they need without having to go do unpaid YA novel research before they can start drawing. That's why you have a writer adapting it!!

("they should hire fans, a fan would've done a better job" OK BUT THATS B/C FANS ARE MORE LIKELY TO ALLOW THEMSELVES TO BE EXPLOITED AND DO EXTRA UNPAID WORK B/C THEY CARE!! THATS NOT A SOLUTION!!!! THATS A JOEY DREW STRAT!!!!!!!)

Anyway I could yell about this for 15 years so I'm going to shush for now BUT I JUST FEEL VERY STRONGLY ABOUT IT LMAO.

[queen-daya]

Every Shot of Michelle Jones (Part 29/♾️)

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

it's the new year so prepare to be sick of me.

🎀🎀🎀

This also means I'm officially taking requests

(closed for now)

I have some things in the works

but the time for requests is now☆

what I write

only fem reader

sub reader x character dom reader x character

character x reader x character

~they don't just have to be characters

I like a lot of bimbo and brat stuff you can ask 4 that

🎀

kinks: daddy, mommy, praise, degrading, consensual somno, overstim, voyeurism & or pegging

~not limited to just throwing some out there

🎀

some people you can request (you can still request if they’re not on here)

: Chris evans / steve rodgers, Jacob elordi, Henry cavill /Clark Kent, Dominic fike, Manny Montana / Rio, Jensen ackels, Jacob black, han lue (fast and furious), Sam winchester, Aaron taylor Johnson / Dave lizewski/ tangerine, tasm! Peter parker, Penn Badgley/ Joe goldberg, Spencer reid, Aaron hotchner

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have fun and don't be afraid to add anything to your request

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals Masterlist

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Status: In Progress

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Drabbles

Lee x Dahlia

Steve x Azalea

[asexual-squidward]

[majaloveschris]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals 19

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: Back again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

Goosebumps rise on your skin as Loki's fingertips brush along spine. You blow out a gust of air, quivering and overwrought from his rigorous attention. And ache settle between your shoulders, another in the small of your back, body contorted and bound to his whim.

Your head lays heavy against the sweat-scented linen as your ass is propped in the air. Your legs are corded with thick leather to keep them bent, your arms drawn back and wound tight. He pushes you onto your side so you grunt and he chuckles at your futility.

"Blossom," he purrs as he stretches out on his stomach next to you, "I do rather regret not plucking you from the bunch. You are… pliable."

"Sir," you breathe, heat still nipping in your cheeks, a tingle fluttering over your thighs. Again, he's stolen pleasure that leaves you scalding with shame.

"But of course, we all desire what belongs to another," he snickers as he shifts onto his side. He snakes his arm down and swipes along your cunt, twitch jolting your body. "Perhaps if you had the choice, you may have chosen me, yes?"

"Yes, sir," you're not entirely sure it's a lie but if you could choose, you would have none at all.

"Ah, you are a pretty little pet," he toys with your clit lazily, "perhaps I might give some helpful tips to the one who claimed you, hm? So you are not so wanting."

You whimper and gulp. He's satisfied with your submission. He sighs and pulls his hand back to lick away the slickness on his fingertips. Your swollen cunt throbs for more even as your head hollers ENOUGH!

"Sir," you begin, "may I ask after Iris? You did check on her, didn't you?"

"Why, of course I did," he sits up and smooths his dark locks, "as I promised. I am a man of integrity, Lily, and we had a bargain. I daresay you did hold up your end rather admirably."

"I was only… worried, I did not mean-"

"You worry overly much," he chides as he reclines again, arms bent as he rests his head on his hands. 

You stare at his handsome profile, the bob in his throat, and the rise and fall of his chest. Your helplessness drowns you as you take in his strength. He is no less formidable than any other, he is only more charming. Deceivingly, so.

"Is she okay?"

He peeks at you from the corner of his eyes and smirks, "oh, delicate one," he purrs, "she will be. She only needs rest. You needn't trouble yourself for more than yourself."

"I know, sir, I was only curious."

"Curiosity can be dangerous."

His words dangle in the air perilously. Yes, it was curiosity that brought you here. Stupid, naive, curiosity mingled with a fear of missing out. You are so stupid. Not just for falling into this trap but for thinking you could barter with any of them. Whatever he says you cannot trust. You can only hope these men consider you as more than replaceable.

💐

You're left alone but not quite. In this place, you're never really by yourself. You feel along your flesh where tender spots tinge. The bite of leather lingers so that you can't forget your predicament.

You feel it crawling all over you. Self-pity, humiliation, and that tiny tremor of anger that underlies it all. You can't take it.

You drag yourself off the bed and strip it down to the mattress. You furl up the sheets and drop them at your feet, peeling off the pillowcases and standing in the heap. You're breathless as you finish and even a bit dizzy.

You gather it all up off the floor and make your way to the door. You struggle to keep from dropping everything as you twist the handle and step back to let the door fall open. You step out, stopping short at the sudden wave of aimlessness.

"Ah, lookit," Lee's voice startles you as he struts up in little more than a robe, barely tied at the waist and showing the curve of his stomach, "we got a real homemaker here."

"Sir," you blink at him and muster a lie, "I… yes, sir. I was thinking of doing some laundry, er, for everyone."

The thought was a more fiery one but you won’t let it loose.

"All by yerself," he drawls with a slanted grin, "ain't that precious?"

"Um," you peer around. The other girls aren't much different than you left them, aside from Iris who is absent entirely. "Yes, sir, I'm sorry, I don't know where–"

"Hush," he winks at you, "I can show ya, darlin'," he leans back on his heel and cups one side of his mouth as he angles his head away, "Ransom, get in here."

You wait, the room in baited silence. There's activity from the deck and Ransom steps through the open door. He looks perturbed as his shirt hangs unbuttoned from his shoulders.

"What is it now?"

"Keep an eye on the pretty ones," Lee demands, "Lily doll here wants to do some laundry."

“Oh, she does?” Ransom remarks, “always such a good girl.”

You ignore his taunt. It’s easier to be compliant. To pretend that you’re not screaming on the inside. Just until you figure it out. You glance at Dahlia as she sits on the floor still, picking strings from the corner of the rug. She narrows her eyes slightly. She thinks more of you than she should. It is no ploy, you just panicked.

“Well, now, darlin’, let’s get,” Lee taps your hip, “I’ll show you the way.”

He directs you with his large hand, holding it flat as he gestures you into the hall. You cross the room and hug tight the balled up linen. You smell your own sweat laced in the fabric. It sickens you as it mingles with Loki’s scent.

He stops you at the door that leads upstairs. He turns you with his hands framing your hips. He brushes close as he reaches around to shove a key in the slot. He opens it up and clicks his tongue. 

You continue upstairs and try not to show your eagerness. You’re unprepared to be up there but it might be useful. You might see something that could help you. Your eyes search as you keep your head straight, obeying silently as he points the way from behind you.

It’s not much different than downstairs. There’s a sitting space with a large sofa, a cushioned bench and some armchairs before an oversized television set between tower speakers. That must be where Steve took the others and had them watch a movie. Where he hurt Iris.

You kick yourself to keep going, afraid you might give away your inspection. You pass another door and enter another hallway. More doors, black, numbered…

He halts you at one without a silver plate. You enter as the scent of laundry soap tickles your nose. There are two sets of machines, both matte silver. Lee shuts the door behind him and you wince at the loud click. 

“Go on, then,” he struts around you and leans on the table set against the wall, “I’m sure ya can figure it out, Lily doll.”

“Yes, sir.”

You go to a machine and set your bedding on top. You open the door and sift through the sheets, untangling them and placing them inside. You shut it and drag the duvet to the other machine, the one closer to Lee. You shove it in as he places the soap on the washer.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You got a nice mouth. Real polite,” he muses, “I like my Marigold, and that tall stem of a girl isn’t too bad neither. But you got a good head on you. I like that even more.”

“Thanks.”

You add the soap in the small drawer and slide it closed. You go to the other washer and do the same, setting the cycle for both. You place the bottle down as you sense him near. Before you can face him, he has you penned in, his hands on the metal edge of the machine.

“I look at you, Lily, and I see a good girl. Nah, a good woman,” he breathes down your neck, “you’d be the perfect little housewife, wouldn’t you? Doing the clothes, scrubbing the floor, bent over all on your knees…”

You grit your teeth as you go rigid. If it’s not one, it’s the other. You think of Iris. You don’t want to end up like her. No, she needs you. You can’t help her if you get yourself hurt.

“Yes, sir–”

“Uh uh,” he tuts as he places his hands on your shoulders, “Mr. Bodecker.”

He turns you to face him. You force a smile, tight-lipped and stiff. His thumbs rub beside the straps of your dress as his eyes miss your hollow expression, fixated instead on your body. You quiver even as you try not to. There’s something about his eyes, about his certainty that unsettles you.

“You shakin’ like a leaf,” he chuckles, “but you know, Mrs. Bodecker, I would take care of you. You see, I call you that, not them other girls, I call you that because I know if I took you home with me you’d be the sweetest wife. Keeping my house and my bed warm and snuggly, huh?”

“Yes, whatever you want, Mr. Bodecker,” you utter as he plays with the thin straps.

“Whatever I want?” He clucks, “well, what I want, Mrs. Bodecker,” he purrs as he slips the straps down your shoulders, “is for you to get down on your knees and be good to me.”

He leads the fabric away from your chest. You turn your head slightly, abashed by your sudden nakedness as he continues to push the dress lower. He tugs it past your hips and lets it fall to your feet. Your nipples are pert at the brush of cool air and your awareness of his gaze. Bumps prickle across your skin.

You shudder but keep from covering yourself. Instead, you touch the plush fabric of his robe. You grasp the front of it and bite your lip. You slowly spread it, revealing his chest and more of his thick stomach. His pecs, despite his weight, are well toned, it’s really only his stomach that’s unkempt.

“Mrs. Bodecker,” he brings a bent finger under your chin and makes you look at him.

“Yes, Mr. Bodecker,” you pout to keep from grimacing.

“Nothing, I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

He lets you go and you flutter your fingers down to his belt. You unknot it and clench your jaw as you pull apart the robe. His excitement springs up as you do and you barely suppress a gasp. He’s not especially longer than the others but he’s thicker. Very thick. Your wall twitch at just the sight.

“Go on,” he growls, “try not to hurt yourself.”

You press your lips together and nod. You get down to your knees. You’re numb. It’s not easier, not really, but somehow it’s not as hard.

You bring your hand up to grip his length. He groans and you give a single, long pump, feeling his size. You focus on his tip, throbbing and ready. The moment he offered to show you the laundry room, you should’ve known he had this in mind.

You move your hand again, grasping him more firmly. It had the same effect as with Ransom. Lee lets out a long drone and braces his hip.

“That’s it, Mrs. Bodecker,” he coaxes.

You hum as you lean in. You touch him shyly with your lip. He feels bigger against them. You flick your tongue out to wet him, hoping that will make it easier. You slick his tip as best you can, swirling around, lapping at him.

He snarls and grabs your head impatiently. His other hand remains on his hip as he tilts his pelvis and urges you around his dick. You open your mouth and take him in, jaw aching as it strains. He reaches the back of your throat and you gag.

You press your tongue to him firmly and he lets you ease back. You get half a breath before he pulls you onto him again. He repeats the motion, again, and again, steady but not frantic. Deliberate.

Saliva smears down his skin and gathers at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes roll back under your eyelids as you puff through your nose. He rocks you, using you, not moving as he controls you with his fingers stretched across your skull.

“Mmm, Mrs. Bodecker, I thought you was a nice lady,” he rasps, “yeah, I thought you was sweet but look at you. Swallowing me up like a whore, ain’t ya?”

You try to nod but only gurgle around him as a single tear slips down your cheek. He urges you faster and faster, huffing loudly as he chokes on thick grunts. Your head thrums and your chest burns from lack of air. 

You’re dizzy as he moves you to his whim, stopping only as he buries himself down your throat. He holds himself there as you kick your feet behind you and clutch at the open robe. He lets you off him, inch by inch, until you cough and choke, hanging from his grasp.

“Ah, ah, ah, you almost made me come already, you dirty little whore,” he sneers as he yanks you up by a fistful of hair, “I ain’t even had the best part of ya.”

You stand and hiss, touching his hand daintily as you whimper. He spins you to face the washer, whirring softly in its cycle. You hit the cold metal, bracing it as his hand hooks down under your chin. He stretches his fingers across your throat and squeezes.

He nuzzles your head and pushes his head next to yours. He guides you back, bending you slightly as he leans into you. You keep your hands on the machine. You set your feet apart and arch your back. It’s easier if you give in. At least, during.

He groans and nips your ear as his free hand crawls down your body and dips between your legs. He rubs you, toying with your clit, feeling how wet you are. You hate that you feel it too. He glides further back, framing your tender cunt with his rugged fingers.

He bends his knees, wiggling behind you, and catches his tip between his knuckles. He kisses your hair and snarls. He pushes against your entrance. You squeak as he prods, your cunt resisting him. He rocks slightly, trying to coax his way in as he trails his fingers back to your clit.

You clamp your eyes shut and he thrusts, just enough to get into you. You squeal as you stretch around him. It feels like you're tearing in two. He rocks again, easing in and out, little by little he sinks deeper. 

His breath clouds around you hotly as he turns your head and kisses your cheek. He keeps his rhythm, more and more. Your voice rises out of your control. It hurts so much. More than any time before. Even with him playing with your clit.

“That’s it, Mrs. Bodecker, that’s it,” he purrs, “you can take me, can’t you?”

He moves your body with his ruts. Flush to your back, he picks up an even tempo, groaning, moaning, growling as he works his dick to his limit. You puff and pants, whimpering to a wail as you split apart around him.

“Ahhh, please,” you whine, “please, sir– Mr. Bodecker–”

“Mmm, yeah, you a good wife, ain’t ya?” He rasps, “you like my dick, huh? You like to feel me ripping you up.”

You bawl and let forth the well of tears. You push your head back as he keeps his wet lips on your cheek. He chuckles and keeps going, unfazed by how you dissemble. His grip tightens around your throat and he lets out a guttural growl.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ma take my time,” he slows down, pulling out to his tip only to slide back in, tediously, “I’ma break you in nice and easy.”

[joannhutch1976]

It’s random Chris Evans gif Friday.

I hope everyone had a good Fourth of July and had some birthday cake for our captain.

[buckbuckb]

thinking about how i need a jack benjamin x andy barber fic so so desperately guhsjkwkjdjd

[ethan-acfan]

His loser personality, sad eyes, and tragic demeanor have bewitched me.