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PEDRO PASCAL as Reed Richards/Mister Fantastic THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS 2025 | dir. Matt Shakman

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There was a hint of pride in the surprise in Ezra's voice, his display of flexibility garnering the attention the wrath agent was looking for. Of course, being spread eagle while the other man drilled his cock into him was attention enough for some, the seemingly greedy wrath agent enjoyed being basked in praise wherever he could get. This often led to Berserker stretching and spreading himself back for the pride agent to fuck deeper into him. Without the need of his hands for assistance, Jaime brought his legs to rest, if one could even call it that, on either side of himself. Each meaty gam of his muscly thighs gleaming and covered in a sheen of sweat, the bulky muscle bouncing with each fuck Ezra gave him.

"So much flattery, I'm already wrapped around you, boss -- Fuck--" Jaime winks from under the pride agent, a low groan escaping his suave and cat like demeanor. The way Ezra was pumping the wrath agent, it would be hard for Jaime not to. His muscly legs move themselves in between their faces, his thighs framing Jaime's curled lips as his legs position themselves on top of Ezra's shoulders. Bending his knees, Jaime takes a playful hold of Sight's face with his feet, balls of his feet toying adjusting the other man's face to catch more of Ezra's impressive eyes within his… sights.

"What do you want me to do with these legs, handsome?" He bites his lips at the question, "You're not bad yourself, got quite a solid set of eyes there."

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“jesus,  your  legs.”  ezra  couldn't  quite  hold  back  the  moan  that  escaped  him  when  berserker  fucking  spread  his  legs  to  both  sides  of  his  body  in  the  perfect  angle  where  ezra  could  settle  himself  in  the  space  between  jaime's  legs,  further  propelling  him  to  rut  against  the  pride  agent.  he  was  gone  the  first  time  the  pride  agent  had  his  legs  around  his  waist,  ankles  crossed  on  the  small  of  the  charity  agent's  back  in  an  attempt  to  pull  him  closer.  but  now,  the  other  man  was  practically  doing  an  air  split  right  underneath  him,  and  it  took  every  ounce  of  willpower  ezra  had  not  to  pound  into  jaime  roughly.  he  groaned,  a  throaty  and  rough  sound,  as  he  shoved  into  the  pride  agent with reckless abandon.  “what  else  can  you  do  with  those  legs,  baby?”  the  endearment  slipped  past  his  lips,  unbidden.  “shit,  that’s gorgeous.” @osoenelbosque

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Jaime couldn't help but nearly choke at the pet name. The feeling of Travis' cock tickling the back of his throat didn't do the wrath agent any favors in keeping his gag reflect in check. But it was quite the pretty cock to choke on. Before he managed to strain himself, Jaime lifted himself off of Travis' cock, coughing to the side and swallowing whatever wanted to travel down the wrong pipe back in. His hand managed to keep a steady pace going, wrapped around Travis' warm and slicked cock. "Sweetie, huh?"

"You do realize that was attempted murder?" Jaime gives a gentle laugh, as he watched the agent from in between the agent's thighs. "Don't worry, I always forgive." Jaime winks, his hand releasing from Travis' shaft and traveling down to wrap around the fellow agent's balls. With a low hum, Jaime retakes Travis dick in his throat, massaging Travis' nuts as he takes him to the hilt once more.

The   temperance   agent   couldn't   help   but   to   chuckle   breathlessly   as   he   heard   Jaime's   words.   Tilting   his   head   to   look   between   his   legs   where   his   eight   inches   lie   and   getting   licked   by   the   handsome   man.   A   soft   groan   escaping   him   as   he   does   so.   "I…I'm   happy   to   be   of   help,   handsome."   Travis   aka   Haven   says   with   a   breathless   smile   as   he   looks   down.   It's   been   awhile   since   he's   felt   someone   like   this.   Since   he's   allowed   himself   to   be   touched   like   this.

"Oh   fuck~"   Haven   hissed   as   the   other   deep   throated   his   cock   and   caused   his   throat   to   vibrate   around   it.   "You   seem   to   know   exactly   what   you're   doing   down   there   sweetie."   He   breathlessly   chuckles,   his   hands   slipping   down   into   the   other   man's   hair   as   he   bites   his   bottom   lip   and   bucks   up   into   that   warm   and   sinfully   pleasurable   mouth.

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41 - Fenrir

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"Cabron!" Rage didn't begin to describe what the wrath agent was feeling. Chained, restrained. A residual sense of panic from his sudden vacation away from vacation playing through his head again. Now that rage is mixing with the pleasuring warmth of another's hand. A haze of lust mixing within Jaime's red glare, mixing in his low guttural growl. The squeeze at the base of his rigid cock, the slow stroke of his length before letting him go, dwindling Jaime's wrath into a restless desire for the hand that chained him. The heat growing along the coiled length of muscle that was his cock, aching with need for release.

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closed starter for: @oxoncox when: pre-invasion location: jaime's room

"Not to be a man without much ceremony, would you mind whipping it out? I kind of have a bet with Virgil on a few things." The wrath agent pulled up a chair, his eyes keenly intent on watching how the other agent's…. well, for lack of better terms, equipment, sat in between the man's standard issued fatigues. He lifts an eye brow curiously, his thumb brushing against his belt buckle before offering a mischievous smirk. "Or show we draw them out at the same time?"

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closed starter for: @unspkn time: pre-invasion location: medbay

"What are you even bandaging right now? You realize I wasn't even on the field that much?" Jaime winced as a piece of medication soaked gauze touch his open wound. Trying to suppress the initial flinching of his body from the tiny bit of pain as the stitched pieces of his arm was prepped for more bandages. "I think I might have been regulated to Pandora's damsel in distress. Don't mind it actually, I do look good in heels-- Ow.." Jaime cuts himself off as he feels the sudden pain from the stitches. "I'm usually calmer than this in the doctor's office, sorry, heh." He shrugs slightly, the soreness within him still carrying itself within the man's shoulders.

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"I believe that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." Cheeky Irish bastard. Of course, Jaime was never one to reject the fawning of his fellow agents whenever he'd return to Atlantis banged up and bloody. This however, having Alistair's face hinting itself at being worried, it was a nice thing to come back to. "Did you manage to get a look at the latest in Czernobog cloning?"

"Was all your favorite bits to your liking?" He hadn't mean to say that latter bit with such a low purr and added heavy insinuation. Jaime didn't mind blaming it the Czernobog experiments for the rise in mouthiness, or libido. He guesses he'd have to take whatever help Alistair was open to giving him.

"I'm surprised I haven't seen the copy strapped to a chair somewhere in here--." There's an unintended wince as Alistair brushes his knuckle against his cheek. "Fuck…" A slight exhale of defeat exits Berserker's nostrils. His hand holds Alistair's wrist gently. As fun as ribbing one another was for the wrath agent, he knew it was nothing short of a miracle that his fellow agents jailbroke them from a shit situation. Bracing for it, Jaime eyes welled as he presses his bruised face into Alistair's hand. He hated looking week, hated others feeling bad for himself. Often times, Jaime would hide his true intentions and desires in subtle words and even subtler actions. But there were times his body gave him away.

As powerful as Berserker was, he too was victim to his body's limitations. He leads the freshly showered punk to his bedroom, bruised fingers glide themselves across Alistair's chest as a needy growl exits Jaime's lips. "I don't want you to worry… All I want right now is you… And your cock." He growls, joining their lips together as Jaime clumsily guides them both to his room.

The mission had been a success. All their taken companions had been rescued after fuck knows what Czernabog had done to them – and they even brought an extra in the form of Thor. Not that Smoke particularly cared about the android. Unlike some of those thirsty motherfuckers, he saw Thor for what he really was: a valuable resource for Pandora to exploit as they wished. And it wasn’t like him to actually show a degree of concern. He couldn’t care less if everyone else was all fucked and bruised and hurt. They were alive, so that was good. However, there was a slight almost-concern when it came to Berserker. Maybe it could even be described as care. They were roommates, after all. They were close. And Alistair was not one to waste a potential partner – at least not until he was done with him or at the very least bored.

”Yer’ clone nearly had me.” He steps away from his bedroom with his hair still wet from the earlier shower, giving Jaime a quick look to evaluate his current state. Honestly, the dude looked like absolute shit. And according to Thor, they would all be suffering the side effects of the experiments done on them for a while. Alright – maybe he cared more than he was openly willing to admit. “Ye’ look like shite, mate.” With a snicker fleeing his lips, Alistair approached the kitchen counter and gently – almost as if he was afraid to break Berserker into a million pieces – brushed his knuckles over the other man’s cheek. “Get yer’ arse down.” He was in no fucking condition to be walking around. Or standing. “Whit can ah get ye’?”

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closed starter for: @pandorasagents where: Jaime's Room n.n

"Yeah, this is definitely helping me feel less stressed out, thanks for this." A cheeky grin spreads across Jaime's lips as they part, making way for his tongue as it presses itself flat against the underside of Travis' cock. He hadn't remember how they managed to get here, but here they were, a few healthy pours of wine later and getting to know each other better than they had previously. At least, that's what Jaime liked to think. He had originally visited the Patience agent in hopes of trading a couple of enchilada recipes. But with a bottle of communion in tow, Jaime couldn't help himself to trading his shoulders as leg rests for the fellow agent.

Jaime traces his lips with the tip of Travis' cock, watching the man's body as each warm exhale cascade across his length. Wrapping his lips across the man's cock, Jaime does his best to take him whole, overestimating his ability and accidentally gagging. Trying to regain his composure, Jaime lifts his lips up and off of Travis' dick, his hand giving a few determined strokes before returning his mouth around his cock, low and deep hums reverberate around him as Jaime continues to take him deeper.

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PEDRO PASCAL, CHRIS EVANS & DAKOTA JOHNSON MATERIALISTS press shoot

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closed starter for: @thetriumvirate location: and they were roommates (vacay edition)

He limped quietly back to his room, giving polite nods and smiles at other guests of the Kaptan Gardens Beach Resort. Although, Jaime wasn't getting any greetings in return. The wrath agent understood their hesitance. The split lip, bruised eyes, and general rugged demeanor of the returning vice agent left more to be desired for company. It didn't stop him from nodding his head politely at those walking past him as he made his way towards his ideal company.

"Honey, I'm home." Jaime calls out into their shared lodgings for the vacation. Attempting to hide the soreness of his body by leaning against the door frame, Jaime looks around the open space living area and kitchen, hoping to find his roomie and fellow agent Alistair around for their usual post-mission routine. Taking the sunglasses covering the pair of black shiners, Jaime groans as he lifts himself from the door frame, slowly walking deeper into their shared lodgings. Closing the door behind him, Jaime decides to call out once more, placing his sunglasses on the kitchenette's island counter. A sore but manageable grin grows on his face as Jaime decides to continue removing more of his clothes as he called to the envy agent. "Your comparde's back, roomie. I want to thank you for rescuing me."

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closed starter for: @leschevalier location: karaoke bar

"I gotta say… You got some set of pipes on you." Jaime cheers, whistling from the back of the karaoke bar. The wrath agent was genuinely impressed by the pride's agent, while it wasn't as tear jerking as hearing his screams in the Czernbog Gullag, the falsettos and truthsettos that poured from Glamour's mouth were a thing of audial perfection. Raising his paper umbrella topped glass as he continues his compliments. "Surprised you're able to sing that war cry so beautifully. Somewhere Cynthia Erivo is getting nervous."

He scoots himself along the bar for the pride agent. His hands, bruise covered and stiff from Czernobog's rough interpretation of the word man handling, signal to the bartender to pour them a couple more shots. "Trust me, if we get the chance, it could lead to you staring along side Ethan Slater. Nothing will stop you after that."

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"It would be a way to go." And a lovely last sight to see. Jaime chuckles as he leaned on one of the large box console that flashed its pixelated intro sequence. His hand grazing across his own beard as his eyes hung on to the other agent, observing how the hips of Bilquis seemed to sway from side to side, expertly maneuvering himself in both the artificial world and the real one. Out of fear of sounding like a boomer, Jaime wouldn't admit to knowing what an arcade is. Nor would he disclose the information of knowing almost all of these machine's cheat codes and gimmicks.

Walking a bit closer to the Czernobog agent, Jaime raised a curious brow. Making mental notes on Bilquis' flawless form with the plastic rifle in their arms. Had they been in the rough of things as comrades, Jaime was certain Billy would be have his ass saved many a time. The clever remarks seemed to have Jaime imagine them chewing the wrath agent out after such a save. The flicker of the screen, flashing and illuminating the other agent in front of him in different colors, made Jaime think. How easy would it be for one to change? What flickers of their former self would be present the long they stayed with Pandora? Would there be a flicker to spot if he has never had a former self to put away?

"Of course, my apologies, friend. We can be friends, right?" Jaime offers a smile as he steps closer to Billy's side, perhaps unintentionally painting his own words with malintent as the wrath agent picked up the second plastic rifle on the console's metal holsters. Regardless of the man's past, Jaime would like to believe he would be good to keep around. He points the plastic rifle towards the screen, waiting for the censor to pick up the signal, Jaime's eyes still watching Billy in intrigue. "Mind if I become your dance partner for this round?"

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🐾 - "Don't stare fo' too long. Yo eyes are goin' ta melt an' fall out ya head." Billy dismounted the amalgamation of plastic and metal, the machine anchored to a sway bar that let the little arcade machine known that the replica of a motorcycle was being tilted to one side or the other. The handle bars were a piss-poor job at stirring. Nothing close to the actual thing. For the sake of simplification, he understood its role. He assumed he could best it but the record maintained the individual's highest score. It was the disconnect between performance and entertainment that left him reeling for a little more than make-believe. He shot a gaze over his shoulder at the PANDORA agent and rolled his eyes. He anchored the orange plastic heel against his chest, the butt plate pressed into the fold of his deltoid and pec with ample tit to support its position. He pretended to fire the artillery into the screen, taking down whatever opposition that would be displayed for a collection of points.

He envied these people. They had a sense of identity. Individualism amongst servitude. They were unique in their personalities. They acted with their own wills in accordance to their objectives. And it made him sick. What life was any of it? Between controlled as a drone or controlled with the illusion of free-will? The heavy groan that ripped from his chest was aggressive in illustrating his annoyance. He slammed the fake rifle into its holster and would trace steps back to the pool.

"What cha lookin' at?" Billy was in a strange state of being. Here he was a prisoner but he was also free. But how could anyone ever see the Sun if they've only been blinded by an eclipse for so long. He shorts peeled away from his body as he sank to sit the speedo-clad ass on the wet ledge. His legs submerged. "I ain't in fo' da chitter-chatter. Go find someone else." It was easier to swat at them and retract from all encounters with displeasure. It was easier to remain on his own lonesome, too. It was easier without attachment.

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What was that one saying? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes? Jaime wasn't one for betting, but it was their vacation. Surely Vegas rules could be applied here for a couple hundred credits in bets. Jaime didn't recall when the stakes for betting started to include getting bent over a pool table. Even with his hand stroking his spent cock, Jaime couldn't remember what ball Emiliano had sunk that landed Berserker into paying up his ass. He wasn't going to complain, of course, not while his sensitive spent hole was keeping Emiliano's load warm. And from the looks of Jaime's cock drunk smile stretched across his face, it didn't seem like Berserker was going to. The winning move of the night didn't seem to include sinking the 8 ball last, but rather Mandela's cock sinking itself into Berserker's.

"Don't let the purring fool you, I'm asking for a rematch once this is over." Jaime groans against the velvety texture of the pool table, his back arched and his hips pushing back to meet Emiliano's. He might not have enjoyed loosing as a principle, but Jaime couldn't deny the man's cock felt good pressed against his sensitive walls. The warmth spread deep inside him by the fellow agent was starting to make its presence known once again as it slowly leaked out of Jaime's hole. A sudden and high pitched moan releasing from the wrath agent as his tender and spend insides feel Emiliano sheathed completely inside his hole. Soft gasps and coos release from Jaime's lips as he felt Emiliano's ghost across his ears. His hole unintentionally squeezes around the cock that had split him earlier, the wrath agent's tight heat milking more of Mandela's cock as they begun their second round. "Never too old to win new bets. I'd watch that hip though. The pool table's a lot more slippery than it looks." He comments through low hums, each one bassy and deep enough to be felt within the wrath agent's gut.

it was a stupid little game, really⸻ more of an excuse to get off, to release all the pent - up energy and frustrations, an easy way to get acquainted than anything actually competitive. but if this was the prize ? then emiliano didn't really mind winning. it was the second round in a row he won in this game of pool, where the loser had to get fucked. crude and far from imaginative, but neither was complaining. and emiliano had the wrath agent bent over and   flush   against   green   felt of the pool table, dripping with his come from the first round by   the   time   he   lined   back   up. emiliano had one hand splayed over the small of berserker's back, the other guiding himself, teasing that wet stretched hole with the head of thick cock. " think you're enjoying this too much, " he drawled, voice laced with a lazy warmth, hips nudging forward to finally push in again— slow, smiling as his cock slid deep through the mess he already made inside berserker, hearing it in that obscene squelch. " makes me think you wanted to lose, cariño. " he leaned down, whispering, lips brushing against the shell of berserker's ear as he bottomed out. " you feel that ? already fucked full and still so tight around me. " then   he   started   fucking   him.   slow at first, but quickly picking up the pace.   each   thrust   shoved   the   table   little by little,   billiard balls   scattering and clacking   against each other from every impact. " thought i was too old to be playing stupid games, but i think i've found my new favorite, "  emiliano said,   grinning   against   berserker's   shoulder,   sweat - streaked   curls   falling   into   his   eyes as he chased his second orgasm.   @osoenelbosque