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okay but I refuse to believe Ronan isn't the type to treat wearing clothes like some kind of a targeted torture against him
#like if he could he'd walk around butt naked#but gansey thinks it's indecent#so he begrudgingly agrees to wear at least pants while he's out of his room#the raven cycle#trc#ronan lynch
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Bitter Allies [Soap x Reader]
Chapter 6: The Cabin: Day 2
Summary: You suffer through yet another day in hell with Soap. Near the end though, you also come to learn that he is also human.
Word Count: 5,830
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, strong language, arguing, suggestive language, suggestive scenes, mentions of trauma, PTSD, slight nudity
A/N: I added almost 1,000 more words while editing. Story is about to get realllyyyy good! Enjoy :)
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Bitter Allies • Part 6
You wake up the next morning with sunlight pouring through the windows. The air inside the cabin is still a little chilly, but the inside of the liner Soap gave you last night is now too warm. You stretch your arms, pushing the liner down in the process, and look over to Soap's cot. It's already empty and neatly remade.
You're not sure what time it is, but after last night, you're sure you've slept in more than you normally would. Slowly sitting up, you rub your face a bit, thoughts going to yesterday. You still couldn't believe Soap had apologized to you and that he'd given you his liner. It didn't seem real. You would have thought it was all a dream if it hadn't been for you waking up in said liner.
You wonder if things will be different today or if it'll be like nothing happened.
Not bothering to get dressed just yet until you know exactly where Soap is, you head to the kitchen. He's not in there. The pot and your plates from last night are still sitting in the same spots, and you make a note to yourself to wash them later.
The next place you check is outside by the lake. Soap might have just been on the porch or out by the water. You step outside, wrapping your arms around you slightly, and walk down the two steps. Looking around though, you still don't see him anywhere. The fear that he's left again begins to simmer in the pit of your stomach, but he could just be in the bathroom. You're not going to go check there though.
Instead you just wait outside for a few minutes to see if he'll come out of the outhouse and take a moment to enjoy the morning air. It's so beautiful outside, and you definitely wouldn't mind going for a walk later. You also wouldn't mind taking a bath today. Your skin feels sticky with sweat from the liner.
After a moment, with Soap still not showing his face, you decide that he must have went for a walk or a morning run. So much for your rules.
Sighing, you head back into the cabin. As long as Soap was going to be gone, you figured you might as well take that opportunity to get dressed, do the dishes, and start breakfast. You would have bathed too, but you weren't going to risk Soap coming back while you were out there.
Back inside, you make your way to the bedroom and push the door open. Instantly though, you're regretting it. You are one step into the room before you instantly freeze. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks are burning, and your jaw drops as you're met with a butt naked Soap MacTavish.
"States!" He shouts in surprise, his gaze having snapped over to yours the second he hears you push the door open. He reacts instantly, using the underwear he was about to slip on to cover his front and then frantically grabbing more of his laid out clothes to do a better job. "What the fuck?! Get out!"
His voice snaps you out of your state of shock, and you're quickly trying to apology, run away, and shut the door all at the same time.
"I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" You babble, trying to back up and hitting your back on the doorframe in the process. You quickly turn and leave, slamming the door shut as Soap continues to shout at you.
"What the fuck! What happened to knocking!" He shouts through the door, as you start to pace in the kitchen, hands on your burning cheeks.
"I don't know! I didn't think you were here!!" You shout back at him, embarrassed beyond belief. Soap had been quick to cover his junk up, but you'd still caught a glimpse of it. You were going to be scarred for life.
"I shut the fucking door! How the hell did you not know I was here?!" He continues. He sort of had a point there. You had left the door open originally.
"I just thought it shut by itself! I don't fucking know! The door doesn't exactly stay wide open!" You just weren't thinking. You thought he was gone. Surely you would have heard him if he came back inside. The front door wasn't exactly quiet when you opened or shut it, and you'd only been outside for maybe a minute.
"Steaming Jesus! If the door is shut, you knock!" Soap swings the door open and steps out, but you can't look at him even if he's fully dressed now.
"I get it! Noted!" You yell back at him. "It's not like I did it on purpose! I'd never want to see that in a million years! And where were you exactly? I didn't see you anywhere this morning, and I didn't hear you come back! I figured you just left again!"
"I got up early and went for a run! Some of us are trying to keep with our normal schedules!"
"Don't call me lazy!"
"I'm not calling you lazy!"
"You're implying it! But that's not the point! The point is you left without telling me!" You finally bring yourself to look at him. His face is red, and his eyes are burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"You were asleep! What, you wanted me to wake you up and then deal with your pissy ass cause I interrupted your beauty sleep? Plus last night, if I remember correctly, you said I only had to tell you if it was for more than an hour. I was gone for thirty minutes! Forty at most!"
"Yes! You should have woken me up! A heads up would have been nice! I didn't know how long you'd been gone or when you'd be back. I thought you were still gone when I came in! I didn't hear you come back!"
"That sounds like it's your problem then! I came through the loudest fucking door! I saw you in the back, you should have heard me!"
"You could have said hi? Done something to make sure I was aware that you were back instead of just assuming I knew!"
"See there ya go again! Pushin' the blame onto someone else! No one is as fucking perfect as you, aye?"
"That's not what I'm doing! You're trying to blame all of this on me! I'm just saying there are things you could have done too!"
"Like left the door open? That way you couldn't be blamed for opening it cause it was already open?"
There was no winning with him. He'd find any way to twist your words and make it seem like you were being the unreasonable one. Rolling your eyes, you decide you've had enough. It seemed yesterday changed anything.
"You want to act like child then fine! Fucking act like a child! I don't know how the task force even deals with you."
You try to leave. You want to go into the bedroom, get dressed, and then leave for a bit to cool off. The second you try to pass Soap though, grabs your arm and forces you back against the wall. Your jaw is tight as he pins you. He's holding your wrist tightly, keeping it pressed firmly against the wall above your head. Your hand that's not being pinned quickly presses into his chest in an attempt to keep some distance.
"My task force was fucking perfect until you came along." He says to you in a deep and dangerous voice. "And then Price just had to bring in one more. He just had to bring you in. Our name doesn't even make sense now. One-four-one. Suppose to only have us four. Not five." He seethes. "We don't need you on our team. Not some fucking bonnie lass from the States, yet here you are."
You keep eye contact with him the whole time. Even in the position he had you in, you don't feel like you're in danger. He's holding your wrist tightly, but he's not excessively squeezing it or cutting off circulation. You're not going to have bruises. And he is letting you push him back. His chest is pressed against your hand, but he's not trying to crowd you. Applying more pressure to his chest makes him back off slightly.
Still his eyes are dangerous as they bore into your own. They’re filled with disdain as he towers over you, dominating the space between you. You’re trying to match his gaze, fight back against him and not let him win.
Then, for some messed up reason, you think about this morning and seeing Soap naked. You’re shocked as the image enters your mind, and you’re cheeks start to get rosy. You know your glare is slipping as you become flustered, and you need to break away now before Soap can figure out what you’re thinking about. His gaze is already turning slightly confused as he begins to notice the shift in your behavior.
"Why do you hate me, Soap?" You blurt. It’s the first thing that comes to mind to ask him.
Your question successfully throws him off. You swear you see his eyes soften for just a moment when you ask him that, but it's hard to tell with your mind racing. He's silent for a moment, just glaring back at you. The tension between you is palpable, his breath warm against your face, his proximity sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.
Finally, he drops your wrist and takes a step back. "I don't need to justify my reasons." He scowls. "I'm going to the lake. Just fucking learn how to knock."
You watch him leave and slam the door, massaging your wrist slightly as you do. Now that he’s gone, you can feel your heart racing in your chest, the pace matching the phantom thumps still felt in your finger tips that’d been pressed to his chest.
You shake your head, taking a deep breath to calm your pulse. The first time you run into him today, and you manage to blow up at each other. It shouldn't surprise you really, but you truly had hoped things would be different this morning after last night.
You slowly make your way to the window and peek outside. Soap is over by the lake, sitting against a tree by the waters edge. He’s running his hand through his hair and then burying his face in both hands, looking like he’s trying to calm himself down. It doesn’t look as though he’s going to be leaving anytime soon.
When he doesn't get up, you go into the bedroom and shut the door softly behind you. Soap's clothes he'd taken off this morning were on the floor. You kick them more over to his side of the room and then go to get changed yourself.
As you strip out of your pajamas, the cool air brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the lingering warmth from Soap’s body when he had pinned you against the wall. Your cheeks start to flush again, and you feel a strange mix of emotions that you can’t quite decipher.
You pull on a fresh set of clothes, but your mind keeps drifting back to the way Soap’s eyes had locked onto yours, the way his chest had felt under your palm. There was something there, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it left you feeling unsettled and oddly warm.
Once you’re dressed, you sit on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of your feelings. The intensity of the encounter lingers, a confusing blend of anger, frustration, and something else you can’t quite name. Soap has never made you feel this way before. You’ve never left an argument with him feeling his… odd. And you sure as hell have never imaged him naked.
You sigh and get up, moving into the kitchen. You hope making something to eat will take your mind off everything.
You glance towards the window again, catching another glimpse of Soap by the lake. Despite the distance, you can almost feel the tension that still hangs between you, a thread pulled taut, waiting to snap or be cut. You don’t understand it, but you can’t deny it’s there.
Looking away from him, you focus on breakfast. Your plate was still dirty from last, so you were forced to make food that didn't necessarily require a plate. You'd planned on cleaning it before you started breakfast, but Soap being outside deterred you from that. You ended up just putting peanut butter on a slice of bread and drinking some water.
You ate slowly, making a list of things you wanted to get done today. The plates needed to be cleaned, you wanted to take a bath, and more fire wood needed to be collected. Unfortunately all those things required being outside, right where Soap was.
After what felt like an hour of waiting around, waiting for Soap to move on and go somewhere else, he’s still sitting by the water's edge. You eventually got impatient and decided to just get it over with. Soap had proven yesterday he could sulk for hours and hours, and you didn't want to wait around all day for him to stop. Tension or not be damned.
Gathering up the plates, utensils, and the pot you used last night, you step outside and make your way to the water's edge. However, you'd left Soap's dishes inside. If he was going to treat you the way he currently was, you saw no reason to do his dishes for him.
You eye Soap as you approach the lake. He'd decided to sit a few feet away from the only spot where you had easy access to the water. As you get closer, he looks over to you, a very familiar scowl on his face. The second his gaze turns to you, you stare straight ahead, trying to pretend he simply isn't there. Your skin prickles though, a constant reminder he’s there.
You kneel at the water's edge and get to work on rinsing off the food from your plate. Of course this wasn't all you were planning on doing to clean everything. You would boil water and disinfect everything once all the scraps were rinsed off.
"You're joking right?" Soap comments from where he sits. He'd been watching you rinse the plates off, arms crossed over his chest.
"Don't talk to me." You warn, not in the mood right now to get into something else with him. To make that still lingering tension build back up again.
Soap huffs at you. "You better not be cleaning my stuff." You hear him move a bit to try and get a better look at all the things you'd brought to clean.
"Relax, I left all your shit in the cabin. Wouldn't dream of ever doing anything nice for you."
"Well good. I don't think contaminating the plate and utensils I use to eat is doing anything nice for me." He settles back against the tree, but you can still feel him watching you. His gaze makes your skin boil.
"I know how to properly clean dishes." You grumble, setting the plate aside and moving on to the pot. "I'm going to boil water once I get all the food washed off. Is that fine with you?"
"I don't fucking care what you do. Make yourself sick, I don't give a shite."
"Ok great, so stop talking to me." You snap, trying to scrub off some of the residue on the side of the pan with your nail. You hadn't packed any sponges or other cleaning supplies, and Price didn't provide them.
Soap rolls his eyes as you snap at him. “Away an bail yer heid.” You hear him grumble, not understanding his Scottish drawl, but you know he’s most likely said something insulting.
Glancing over your shoulder, you watch as he gets up. He was heading back to the cabin, which you were fine with for now. It allowed your shoulders to relax and let you finish your cleaning in peace.
Once you were done, you filled the cooking pot with water and carried it back to the cabin to boil it. The door to the bedroom was shut, telling you Soap was most likely in there. Unless he was being childish and shut it before leaving the cabin. All to just make you knock for no reason.
After the water boils, and you use it to finish sterilizing your dishes, you want to do the next thing on your little to-do list. Bathe. Of course you need to go into the bedroom briefly to get things to bathe with.
Standing outside the door for a long moment, you try to psych yourself up a bit before tapping softly on the wood. Your heart is pounding in anticipation like you’re getting ready to enter a war zone.
"You have pants on in there?" You ask, crossing your arms as you wait for his response.Â
"She does learn!" You hear Soap's muffled voice say through the door.
You roll your eyes and repeat your question, wanting an answer before you walked in and scarred yourself again. "Do you have fucking clothes on or not?"
"Of course! Otherwise I would've said 'give me a second' or 'hang on, still getting dressed' now wouldn't I?"
You growl under breath and push the door open, flipping Soap off as you walk in. He's on his cot, back against the wall, and one of those black journals he brought opened and propped against his knees. You can't see its contents, but you don't really care to look.
"Oh that's very ladylike." He scolds, turning back to looking at his book.
"You're no gentleman yourself." You throw back, pulling open your drawer to get your towel and shampoo out. "I'm going to the lake to bathe. I swear to God if I catch you looking at me-"
"Quit your whining. I'm not some pervert. I don't try to go looking for people when they're naked, unlike some people who enter a shared bedroom without-"
"Don't even finish that sentence! I didn't want to see you naked! I wish we had bleach cause I would have poured some into my eyes by now." You finish gathering what you need and head for the door. "Do not come outside. I am dead serious. I will drown you if I see you looking." You threaten before shutting the door.
"Don't flatter yourself! No one wants to see you naked!" He shouts as you leave the cabin.
You set your towel down in some grass to keep it from getting dirty and then look around one last time. Mostly just back to the cabin to make sure Soap wasn't looking through the windows or on the porch, but also the surrounding area. It felt very unnatural to be getting naked outside. As much as it bothered you Soap was around, you feared someone else might be too.
Stripping down quickly, you leave your clothes in a pile and rush into the water. You would like to have folded them nicely, but you just wanted to get into the water and feel little more covered up again.
The water was cold. Despite the sun being out and shining on its surface, it was still a lake. The first few minutes of bathing is very tense. You keep watching the cabin, fearing Soap is going to come out, or you’re going to see his face in one of the windows, but there is no sign of him. After a while, you start to relax. You wash your hair, the scent of your shampoo providing a little feeling of home. It's when you're scrubbing your body with your loofa that the peace is disrupted.
"Oi, States!" Soap's voice has you quickly sinking into the water and covering your chest. He's walking across the yard (if you could call it that) with his eyes trained on the ground. "Hey, there's-"
"What did I tell you?! I'm fucking naked, go away!" You shout at him as he just keeps getting closer.
"I'm not even looking at you!" He exclaims, and it's true. He's not looking at you. His eyes as on the ground, looking off to the side, or covering the side of his vision the entire time.
"I don't care! I don't want you here! Go!" You keep shouting.
"Fucking listen! There's a storm coming. You need to get out, and we need to get some wood and make sure the cabin doors are blocked. If it gets windy it's going to blow those doors open."
You glare at him, staying where you are in the water. There was a bright blue sky above you, birds were singing, and it was warm. It did not look like it was going to storm out. You thought he was just making stuff up to interrupt your bath time.
"Yeah right." You roll your eyes.
"States, I'm telling you, get your ass out of the there now. There's pitch black storm cloud coming from that way," he motions off behind the cabin, gaze turning upward while his hand is busy. "We probably only have about fifteen minutes before it hits us."
"Are you serious? Cause if you're not-"
"Of course I'm bloody fucking serious! You think I'd be out here, risking seeing your ugly naked ass, if I wasn't?!" He shouts. "Come on! Move your ass!" He starts to walk towards you, his eyes still on the ground.
"Soap I swear if you come in this- what are you doing? Hey!"
He'd grabbed your clothes and was walking back to the cabin. "Come on, States! I don't have time for this! Get out of the water!" He shouts over his shoulder at you.
You're quickly scrambling to get out of the water and get your clothes back. He was kind enough to leave your towel behind, and you grab that and wrap it around your body as you stumble after him.
"You fucking jerk! Give me my clothes!" You catch up to him and grab a handful of the back of his shirt, yanking it hard to make him stop.
He jerks back slightly and turns to you, his eyes automatically drifting down your figure. "Oh good, you're wearing a towel." He shoves the lump of clothes at you, almost making you drop said towel in the process. You'd only been using one hand to keep it wrapped around your body. "Go inside, get dressed, and come help me get wood." He instructs you, brushing past you to head towards the trees.
You stare at him in utter shock and confusion. At this point you knew he wasn't joking. For whatever reason, he thought there was a storm coming. Still, you would have gotten out if he just went away. He didn't have to steal your clothes to make you come out.
You head to the cabin, get dressed, and try to dry and comb your hair the best you could. Before you go out back to help Soap gather wood like he wanted, you peak out the front door, looking for these pitch black storm clouds he'd been so stressed about. You didn't see any, and there were too many trees in the way to see far off into the distance. Frowning to yourself, you go out to look for him.
Soap is gather tons of sticks when you find him. He even managed to find a small log or two. He was on his way back by the time you came outside.
"Great, you finally decided to come help. Start getting wood. And maybe some large rocks if you find some. We can prop them against the doors to keep them shut." He tells you in passing, pulling the cabin door open and going inside.
You check the sky one more time in case you'd missed these rain clouds. Still nothing. When the cabin door opens up again, you look back to Soap as he comes out.
"Soap, I don't see any storm clouds." You wanted to believe him, but you honestly felt like this was all some trick to just get you to help him get wood.
"They're all over there," Soap repeats in a frustrated tone, motioning once again off in the direction you'd looked earlier. "What the fuck is so hard to understand?"
"I didn't see any!" You frown, getting an annoyed look from Soap.
"Can you just fucking trust me?! If you don't want to help then just go back inside, sit on your lazy ass, and let me fucking get wood!" He yells, storming off to keep gathering sticks.
You roll your eyes, letting out a frustrated growl as you stomp after him to help him collect wood. This was ridiculous. If there was no storm, you might just kill him.
***
It was about ten minutes later that you fully believed Soap. The sky above you seemed to darken instantly, and suddenly, you could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. You managed to get tons of sticks and decent sized logs. You also found some rocks to roll in front of the doors to keep them shut in case there was wind.
Now inside, looking out the window, you watch as fat, heavy raindrops start to splatter against the wooden deck. It starts with only a few before turning into an all out downpour. It's accompanied by wind shortly after, which does make the doors shake a bit.
"How long do you think this is supposed to last?" You ask, flinching as a bright flash of lightening momentarily blinds you before a loud crash follows it. It makes the glass windows rattle a little.
"Hell if I know." Soap mutters, shouldering the front door to try and make it close better. You roll your eyes.
"Well I just figured I'd ask the guy who magically knew it was going to rain and predicted there would be wind." You grumble.
"I'm not some fortune teller who knows the future, I'm just not fucking blind!" He growls at you.
"I didn't see storm clouds!"
"We've established you're pretty fucking blind! That's not my problem! You know, you should be thanking me instead of being an ungrateful brat!" Soap’s sharp voice cuts through the darkness.
"After the way you treated me this morning?! You're out of your mind." You cross your arms. It's dark, so you can't really see each other, but you can feel Soap’s intense glare burning into you.
"Oh, look who's the victim! Poor little States... like you know anything about what that's like." He mutters that last part. You almost don't hear him.
"I'm more of a victim than you-" you begin, ready to lash out about witnessing the horror of his pale white ass from earlier, but Soap’s sudden, ice-cold tone cuts you off.
"You don't want to finish that sentence, States. You don't know anything that I've been through." His words hang in the air, heavy and dangerous.
You watch his outline on the other side of the room, which wasn't too far away. Any smart retort you had dies on your tongue. His words have a weight that make you pause, and you can’t help but wonder darkness he’s hinting at. The silence stretches on, taking on a rather unsettling edge.
"Then tell me." You finally offer, not able to see the surprised look that passes through Soap's eyes due to the darkness. He covers it up with a huff, shaking his head, though you can't really make that out too well either.
"I'm not sharing any part of my life with you, States. Just drop it."
He retreats to the bedroom then, door shutting heavily behind him. You don't make a move to follow after him. You just sigh to yourself and rub your face. The tension in the cabin was high again, though this tension was different than before. You just hoped the storm would let up soon so you can get some air.
***
Roughly forty minutes later, any hope of the storm dying off is gone. If anything, it's staring to get more violent. You're trying to make lunch, or maybe dinner at this point, when there's a loud snapping sound from outside. It's the sound of a limb snapping off.
It lands pretty close to the cabin and makes a loud sound as the branches scrape against the building's wooden sides. You let out a sharp yelp and jump back from the stove, heart hammering in your chest.
A second later, Soap is coming out of the bedroom, clearly having heard the noise too. You would have been shocked if he hadn't. It was loud.
"The fuck was that?" He asks, going for the flashlight and clicking it on. He's shining it up at the ceiling, thinking the branch had landed up there and broken through.
"I don't know. A branch must have snapped off. It sounded like it landed on the other side of the wall." You tell him. Soap was searching around, checking all the corners of the space and even trying to look out the windows to see outside.
"I hope this storm dies down soon. Last thing we need is for a tree to land on this place." He mutters, clicking the light off when he doesn’t find any damages.
"Oh don't say stuff like that. Now it's totally going to happen." You frown, grabbing a jar of jam from the shelf.
You wince as another loud crash of thunder seems to go off right above you. It was deafeningly loud and made you slam your hands against your ears. In the process, you drop the jar, and it shatters as it hits the ground.
You might have been a grown woman in the military, but thunderstorms still freaked you out just a little bit. Especially when you were in the middle of the woods, with no radio, surrounded by trees, while it was down pouring and there were winds that might put tornados to shame.
"Ah, fuck." When the rumbling has subsided, you look down at the ground and curse at the mixture of jam and sharp glass shards on the floor. "I don't want to hear you bitch about me dropping that, cause you don't even like jam." You tell Soap, expecting a quick retort back from him, but you get nothing.
"Soap?"
Apparently thunderstorms didn't just freak you out. When you looked over at Soap, he was leaning against the wall and fists clutching the fabric of his pants. His breathing sounded a little labored, and you frown.
"Soap? Are you alright?" You ask cautiously, and he nods.
"Yeah.. yeah, M'fine..." He mutters to you, but you can tell he isn't. "I just... I need to.." His voice trails off as he stumbles towards the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
You hesitate for a moment before following, cautiously opening the door. Soap is sitting at the edge of his cot, his head in his hands, and his whole body trembling. It’s clear he’s having some kind of PTSD episode.
"Soap, what's wrong? Just tell me." You calmly say, wanting to help him, but unsure how.
"M'fine... I just need to calm down." He replies shakily, confirming your suspicion.
It was quite common for people in the military to have PTSD. The loud thunder boom from earlier must have trigger some memory for him.
"Hey, it's alright. It's just you and me out here. No one else. We're safe." You say, trying to ground him. His breathing is still erratic.
"I know we are! I just can't get my body to accept it." He snaps, frustration lacing his words.
"Just breathe, Soap. It's ok. Look at me." When he doesn’t respond, you get down on your knees in front of him. His eyes are unfocused, filled with panic. Despite how you feel about him, it’s hard to see him this way.
"Deep breath alright? Breathe in and hold it for five seconds, then slowly exhale." You instruct him, starting the breathing exercise in hopes he’ll follow.
“States, I said I’m fine! Please.” He gasps out, hands shaking as he grabs your shoulder and tries to push you away.
You stay where you are though, pulling a hand over his and continuing the breathing pattern. “You’re not fine! I’m not going anywhere, Soap. Just breath with me.”
He finally caves, his breathing too erratic for him to argue further. At first, he struggles to take deep breaths, but gradually, he begins to mirror your breathing. Slowly, his breaths become more controlled, the panic in his eyes starting to fade.
Once he's able to breath again, you get to your feet and place your hand on his back. "You alright now?" You ask softly, allowing him a moment to collect himself. He nods instead of answering you.
"Sit tight, I'll get you some water."
When you return with the water, he’s sitting up more, looking slightly more composed. He accepts the water you bring him and takes slow sips.
"You got PTSD?" You ask slowly, and he nods, staring down at his feet.
"Who doesn't in this line of work?" He responds, voice slightly tinged with bitterness.
"Yeah... I got it too." You admit. "That breathing exercise always helps me."
"You have a lot of episodes?" Soap asks, his voice monotoned and distance, as if he's still somewhere else.
"Used to. I got counseling early on, which really helped. What about you?"
"Haven't in a long time. Not since joining the forces." He answers, which confuses you a little. Did he mean before joining the task force?
You decide not to push it. He needed time to come around yet, and you want to give that to him. Giving his shoulder a soft squeeze, you head back to the kitchen.
"I'm gonna finish making lunch.. or dinner.. You want a sandwich?" You ask him, and he nods again.
"Yeah, sure... thanks."
You watch him a second longer before turning to go. He’s still staring blankly, but you know he’ll be ok now. Still, you leave the door open in case he starts freaking out again.
Soap always seemed invincible, but you guessed he was human after all. Who knew it'd be a thunderstorm that'd finally reveal his human side to you.
As you go back to making the sandwiches, Soap stares at the broken glass on the floor, the hairs at the back of his neck standing up. One of his scars seems to burn as if he’d received it just yesterday and not almost ten years ago.
He stared at the sharp shards of glass until you finally pick them up.
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✨️ACOTAR Booty Headcanons✨️
đź’•Peep the thigh headcanons heređź’•
Warnings - Butts. Fanart of butts. Nakey butts. Bubble butts. Lady butts. Man butts.
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Edited to add - short plus size Elain sneak peak
A/N - for @lady-of-tearshed, I hope this meets all your dreams, my love.
A message from Mother - You, my sweet dear reader, are gorgeous as you are. You are real, touchable, and made with imperfections that enhance your beauty and uniqueness. You are a treasure. Do not compare yourself to a single body on this list.
Rhysand-
I like to start off strong..
Rhysand has a very bite-able booty.
He is slightly leaner than Azriel and Cassian, but he still has a firm butt.
Rhysand loves to wear tight slacks, just to watch your pretty little brain go blank when you see his ass.
He sleeps naked and it's hard for you not to just.. touch the booty.
To be fair, he loves to keep his hand (and hand print) on your butt, too.
Art by Amai actually just posted Rhysand butt fanart. Enjoy it below
Cassian-
John Cena has been described as having a military grade ass with an inhuman body.
Cassian also has an inhuman body, so it makes sense that my guy has a military grade ass.
Cassian has butt muscles in places you didn't even know you could have butt muscles.
It is intimidating. Very intimidating.
But you LOVE watching this man walk. Especially when he's walking to the bathroom to grab towels for aftercare.
Azriel-
Azriel's ass surprised you in the best way.
Azriel is lean compared to Cassian, so his bubble butt shocked you.
Much firm. Still jiggle.
You were ready for this jelly.
Azriel gets super shy when you tell him how good his butt looks, but he's like that one friend who secretly loves it and makes sure to wear the same pants/skirt/shorts the next time they see you so you are in love with their deliciousness again.
Sometimes, you just sneak up on Azriel and accidentally squeeze. In front of his family. But don't worry. He squeezes yours back.
Tamlin-
I'm disappointed I can't find this gif when I need it.
We can all hate on Tamlin as much as we want, but SJM herself says the man is muscular.
I imagine Tamlin was worried about his arms and chest being thicker than his legs, so he started hitting legs and glutes hard.
Then, the next thing he knows, he has a damn shelf.
He hates when you touch his butt though. He'd prefer you touch him other places.
But you bet your ass he is touching yours
Lucien-
I stand by Lucien having Chris Hemsworth's body type.
Lucien had the perfect, truly bite-able ass.
You constantly have your hand in his back pocket.
You constantly are giving it a little smack so it jiggles.
You always walk behind him.
Lucien loves the way you worship his body. He's insecure about his scars, so you loving every inch of him helps.
Eris-
Daddy đź« đź«
Eris has the captain America Dorito proportions build, and I hope all of you know *exactly* what I am talking about.
I imagine Eris as slim muscular, and when I decided to do these, I needed him to have Chris Evans's ass
I mean look at it
Imagine that ass in Eris's finely tailored clothing.
Imagine that ass getting off a horse.
You're touching him. Constantly. And he loves it.
He loves that you seem to think he's some sort of God.
And he really loves it when you touch his butt because you begged him to treat you as his equal, meaning that ass of yours is in his hands quickly.
Helion-
You know when a guys thighs are so thick they become one with his dump truck? Helion.
He actually requires a CDL for his ass.
You can't really tell until he's naked and turns around due to the thickness of his thighs, but this male has ass for days.
And his ass is FIRM. There is not an ounce of fat on him.
He considers his ass a trophy of sorts, so touching it is only for those privileged to.
Luckily you have that privilege.
Oh, look.. I included the Archeron sisters
Feyre-
Don't accuse me of doing our girl dirty, but I picture Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit when I think of Feyre's body.
The reason you can't accuse me of doing her dirty is because the things I'd do if Halle Berry told me to do them are extreme.
I picture Feyre as very lean, very cut, and she had the cutest baby bubble butt.
She's definitely the friend who thinks she has no booty until you help her find the right outfit for the booty.
She also blushes whenever you touch it.
She wishes it was bigger sometimes, but a few spanks in, and she's telling you she's perfect as she is.
I wish I could find a better picture of this đź«
Nesta-
Nesta I also picture as tight and lean.
For some reason when I read her, I picture Adriana Lima, but with blonde hair.
Maybe it's because I think Nesta has sultry vibes?
Nesta tries to keep herself small. It's ingrained deeply into her head because of her mother and grandmother that she has to be small.
She's also constantly training, so it keeps her tight.
She may not have the biggest ass, but that thing is the best apple you've bit
Elain-
If you don't know by now, you're about to: elain at minimum is slim thick.
I personally see truly happy glowing elain as mid to plus size, and I'm hoping for mid to plus size elain once this stupid shipwar is over.
Right now, though, elain is slimthick.
She's still recovering from her spicy sadness days, and her recovery has her doing squats in the garden
Ass. For. Days.
It's why she actually doesn't wear pants. She tried once and every almost had a collective mass failure heart attack.
So now, her booty is reserved for you and you alone.
You love it when she wears cheeky things in the bedroom.
I imagine elain is super into impact play because she loves the way you compliment her recoil.
I think she's secretly proud of her booty. She just doesn't want anyone else to know. So sssshhhh.
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soo hiiii i saw ur requests r open for… könig….. and honestly i think ur cool sooo yep! :3
but anyway-
what r ur thoughts on König w his innocent lil wify afab reader??
like i just wanna know what u think he would do if his precious darling were just running around their shared space w nothin but his t-shirt n panties, smiling at him n kissin his cheeks n lips bc he’s “such an innocent sweetheart” WHEN IN REALITY HES THROBBING IN HIS PANTS AS WE SPEAK-
um anyway-
u don’t have to respond or anything, pook. just hope ur doing well and takin care of urself!! stay safe, love ya babe!! ::::3
Honestly, no, we NEED to talk about this!!!
It's not a full-on smut, but you can gladly come back for more babes <3
And im doing okay! Had a long day at work and all haha,, I hope you're good as well, love ya too xxx
He quietly watches from the couch as you shimmy around your apartment in such skimpy clothes. Nothing but his (way too big) shirt, and some panties. It didn't seem like you were trying to rile him up on purpose, no.... you were just being you; his cute, little spouse who he'd do absolutely anything for. And that thought alone is all you need.
You're aware that what you're wearing is provocative; not like you intended to tease your giant of a husband, really. You were just doing casual things around the house, and when you were done, you spotted him on the couch. "Love, can you help me with the plates? I can't reach the top shelf..." You ask him, avoiding eye contact since your cupboards are higher than normal ones due to König's gigantic stature.
He rises and follows quietly behind, his eyes glued to your naked legs, watching as the shirt you're wearing rides up just enough for your butt to poke out. König could feel the blood rush to his cock at the sight, moving closer and trapping you against the counter. You turn around, looking up at his face, which you so deeply adore and flash a smile.
He bends down to capture your lips in a kind of rough but passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and hot and bothered at the same time. "What are you doing?" You whine a little when he lifts you on top of the counter, slightly shivering when the cool wood makes contact with your warm legs.
"You made me so fucking hard.... walking around like you're easy... aber nur für mich, nicht wahr?" (But only for me, right?) König says, lips millimeters away from yours. The way he says it got you feeling butterflies.
"Yes, only for you." Is all you can mutter before he delves in, his kisses all tongue and teeth, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You like when he's a little rough with you. "I'm sorry for riling you up... I didn't think anything of it..."
"Oh, ich weiß, mein kleines Schätzchen. I'll teach you what you're getting yourself into for the next time." (Oh, I know my little darling) He smirks before effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder, one hand smacking your ass. Hard.
You're in for a long night, dear.
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Unrequited. [Part 5]
Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader; Mentions of past Gwen Stacy x Andrew! Peter Parker; Mentions of Mary Jane Watson x Fem!Reader. Warnings: Swearing, shower tension, misunderstandings and a tiny bit of angst. Summary:Â Dinner with Gwen Stacy.
PREVIOUS PART.
Chapter 5: Late night memories.
The water in the shower stopped running. As soon as you realized this, you jumped out of the couch quickly to get in the shower yourself. The chicken, despite how incredibly cliché it sounded, was already in the oven and who knew when your guest would arrive, so you didn't take into mind that Peter was still in the bathroom.
"Jesus fucking Christ?"
"Move, I need to take a shower" you stated, not even looking at the way he grabbed the towel against his crotch, barely even covering him.Â
You let the water run once more and took off your shirt, making him gasp. You frowned then, looking back at him like he was the one acting weird. Peter was blushing, taking slow flustered steps back and out of the bathroom. You raised an eyebrow.
"It's not your first time seeing me shirtless."
"I guess I'm not used to it" he stammered, looking away.
"Yet I have to be used to you being shirtless."
He leaned in, taking a hold of the doorknob and settled his eyes on your bare shoulders. You, instead of shying away from his weak attempt of teasing you, untied the string on your sweatpants and slid off them with ease. Peter froze for a second and slammed the door shut.Â
He could hear your laughter when he did.
Of course he'd seen you in your underwear, you'd been living together for seven years and had spent countless summers with no air conditioning. But one thing was seeing you walk around in your panties and an oversized shirt two years ago and a completely different thing was seeing you now, getting ready for a shower.
You'd always been incredibly hot, but it had been some time. If you weren't you, he would be begging to be suffocated by your thighs. Of course, being you he was weirded out he even begun to think about it.
"I don't think there's any hot water left" he yelled, just to be casual. Just to come back to your usual roommate/best friend banter.
"I'm taking a cold shower" you yelled back.Â
He bit his lip at that. He looked up at the ceiling until he heard his phone buzz inside the bathroom and remembered he was butt naked because he'd gotten kicked out of there. He didn't want to get in, but his decent clothes were in fact neatly folded on top of the sink.
"Hey, sweetheart!"
"Yeah?"
"My clothes are in there!"
He heard you giggle and he rolled his eyes.
"Come in, then."
Peter thought about it, considered waiting until you came out of the bathroom. Then the bell rang and he swung the door open. He heard you whistle behind the curtain, letting his towel drop to the floor to quickly get a hold of his boxers.Â
"I'm coming!" he yelled out.Â
He had a bit of practice with changing quickly with the whole Spider-Man thing, but he was still nervous about Gwen. It was Gwen Stacy, for fuck's sake.
Peter greeted her with wet hair, an inside out t-shirt and barefoot. She smiled playfully, same big green eyes and freckled nose. He held his breath.
"Hello, Peter."
He let out a nervous laugh, "Gwen, how...?"
The oven rang. He cringed, making the woman in front of him laugh that adorable laugh of hers. He guessed he had a fun reaction, so he laughed with her.
"You cooked?"
"No, uh..." he opened the door a little bit more, expecting her to come inside, and explained that you did.
"She's here?" she asked in excitement, taking a look around.
"Yeah, she lives here."
Gwen's eyes widened, he wasn't sure what that meant but he really hoped she wasn't judging him. He heard the bathroom door slid open and relief washed over him.
"I won't say hi yet," you stated casually, towel wrapped around your body as you crossed the hallway towards your room, "'m naked."
The blonde frowned in response, turning to scan Peter's disheveled clothing and his wet hair. She raised her eyebrows after a while and he finally noticed the strange look, "What?"
"Nothing." she simply let out.Â
The rest of the evening went incredibly well. He stopped feeling nervous when you took a seat next to him, putting your hand on his shoulder comfortingly to show him that you were there for him, if anything. And Gwen, well, she was still this charming, charismatic, funny person that he'd fallen in love with so many years back.Â
"So, Gwen" You begun the first conversation, leaning on the counter to reach for the empty plates that you'd taken out for the occasion, "What brought you back to New York?"
Peter realized that you may need some help with taking out the food, so he stood up, holding your waist to let you know that he was passing by, and started cutting the chicken.
"Well, my youngest brother is graduating college" she begun to say, gaining a small hum from you as you set the table, "And I thought it was as good of an occasion as any to come and say hi."
From then, the conversation only escalated. First there were some casuals, 'Oh, and what did he study?', 'How's your mom doing?', 'How's it like living in London?' But then you were lost in thought, frowned, looked at your empty glass thoughtfully and let out...
"Does Philip still have a crush on me?"
Gwen bursted out laughing and Peter's light bulb lit up as he remembered exactly what you meant, "Oh my god! Fuck, you're so right!"
You smirked in response, eating a spoonful of your expertly cooked chicken, "He used to get so nervous whenever I came over. It was adorable!"
"I remember that one time... You want some?" he started saying, interrupting himself by gently filling your glass with wine, "...That one time I went over Gwen's for dinner, and you were there, and he didn't know you were there and he tripped over the couch when he saw you!"
"Oh man!" Gwen took hold of her forehead, chuckling, "Poor thing, we had to take him to the hospital because he actually broke his nose..."
"He actually-?"
"He did?!"
"Yeah," she nodded with a smile, "He made me promise not to tell you..."
"Oh, you're such a bad sister!" you exclaimed, pointing at her with your fork, "I will let him know that you betrayed him!"
It was easy to recall fun memories between the three of you, because every time you hung out, something just seemed to happen. Like when you arrived to the Midtown, and Gwen was assigned to stay with you or, in your words, "assigned to be your friend". Or when you had to be Peter's lab partner for a whole semester, and aunt May was so convinced that you'd end up together because she had never seen Peter bring home any other girl. Or when Peter defended a kid from Flash, and he got beaten up, and was saved by Gwen.Â
And that conversation led to a bunch of anecdotes of how Peter was as a boyfriend, but seeing your roommate tense up, you came in to the rescue.
"Oh, I bet..." you were preparing yourself to tell some really embarrassing stories about him, when Gwen raised a fierce finger towards you and yelled:
"And don't get me started with you!"
She told Peter, to your dismay, about the amount of times you had stolen the answers for your exams to sell them to lower grades, or that you'd always figure out the latest, hottest gossip going around school. He had almost completely forgotten about the way you used to be.Â
Less feisty, a lot quieter, shorter and as cunning as you could be.Â
"Okay, I'll give it to ya', I was way worse than this boy..."
Peter didn't know, however, that you once tried to ask Flash fucking Thompson out on a date so your father would stop pestering you about not dating anyone.
"In my defense...!" you begun, leaving the glass on the table and raising your hands in mock surrender, "You guys were too busy smooching each other and I felt left out!"
"But Flash Thompson?"Â Peter inquired, indignation conquering his face.
"He was my first kiss!" you exclaimed. Both Peter and Gwen gasped in unison, "And I knew you guys would hate the idea! It's the reason why I was doing it in the first place!"
"I need to know more about that..." Gwen nodded, taking a small sip of her wine, "You never told me about it."
You sighed, "Since you stopped tutoring Flash when you started dating Peter, I was asked to do it and..." You looked away, feeling the blush creeping up your neck, "And I... Wasn't used to guys paying attention to me back then, so it took like two cute compliments for me to fold."
"Okay, but what did he say?" Peter wanted to know, still in utter shock.
"I don't remember?" you let out in an obvious tone, "I think something very cringy like 'You look so beautiful without your glasses' or 'You're not like other girls', something like that!"
"And you kissed him?"
"It was Flash Thompson!" you blurted out, blushing more, "And, actually, he kissed me."
Gwen let out an incredulous laugh. Peter rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He couldn't believe it, whispering, "I'm so glad you don't like men..."
"Aw, someone's jealous!" the blonde smiled sweetly. You frowned, tilting your head, but you smiled back nonetheless. It was a bit obvious that Gwen was getting tipsy, "You know? From all the people in New York City that you guys could have ended up with... I'm just glad you ended up together."
Peter choked on dessert. Your eyes widened. You expected him to be okay, but after thirty seconds of coughing, you had to pat his back awkwardly and begin to form the idea in your head.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, well..." Gwen shrugged, "I always thought you had a crush on him, which was the reason why I stopped talking to you when I left" To her complete obliviousness, your smile faded, "But now, thinking back, it was a bit of a dick move on my part, because of course you didn't jump on him right away. Now I'm just happy for you two!"
Peter drank half of his glass of wine and looked at Gwen, "We're not together."
The face that Gwen made was priceless. You bursted out laughing first, just because of her reaction. Yes, it was bittersweet that you were just finding out why you lost contact, but you could also understand how it must have sucked for her.Â
"We just live together" he clarified, then pointed in your direction and stated, "She's a lesbian."
You frowned again, "'m not. I'm bisexual."
"You're bisexual?"
"Yeah!"
"How come you've only dated women?"
The face that you made left him speechless. You added, "As a fellow bisexual, I could ask you the same fucking thing."
Gwen bit her lip. She looked down at her food and then back at you, "So you never had a crush on Peter?"
Peter looked at you too.Â
You seemed so done with both of them and immediately replied, "No."Â
You lied, he took notice of it.Â
Neither of you told Gwen the truth, as she kept speaking, "God, I'm such an idiot..."
But you changed the subject, finally asking about her husband. Her eyes lit up then, and she told you the whole story of how she had met Dane, who was apparently a sweetheart. She explained in depth how they had become friends first, then fallen in love, and how they've been married for a year. You felt Peter almost vibrate beside you.Â
"What about you?" Gwen inquired, "Have you met anyone special?"
You immediately thought back to MJ, "It comes and goes, I guess."
Gwen pouted, then looked at Peter and you opened your mouth to speak again, to save him.
"Though, I'm talking to this girl..."
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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a cis male reader with exhibitionism please? In the story, the two go out to the city with Aizawa wearing a long trenchcoat, a face mask and barefooted. In truth he'd be butt naked underneath with his cock in chastity, a vibrator and his mouth tape gagged. He's challenged by the reader to keep his cool and not orgasm throughout their city date. What do you think?
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆏𓋼𓍊
hope you enjoy :)
CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, cock cage/chastity cage, public nudity, exhibitionism, sub Aizawa, implied reader isn't always dom, gags, vibrators, orgasm denial/edging, w/c - .6k
Aizawa shivered as a frigid breeze travelled underneath his trench coat, leaving goosebumps over his bare body. His hand squeezed yours as he tried to brace against the cold, avoiding the curious gazes from another couple when they noticed his bare feet on the pavement.Â
“Brr, it’s getting chilly.” While to anyone else your comment seemed like basic small talk about the weather, to Aizawa it was just more teasing. “Isn’t it, Sho-ta?”Â
The gag in his mouth muffed his grunt, but you could see the way his eyebrows pinched together. As much as he wanted to deny it, he enjoyed your teasing.Â
“Hmm? Could you speak up?” Your curious tone matched the sly smirk on your lips. Reaching into your pocket, you retrieved your phone. Aizawa’s dark eyes hesitantly looked down at you beside him, those same bloodshot eyes widening when he saw your phone screen.Â
Your thumb slid up the screen and the vibrator buried deep inside him, which had just been softly buzzing, began to vibrate and pulse. It massaged all the right places, or more so the wrong places considering you and Aizawa were approaching a crowd. He bit down on the gag as he felt his cock twitch painfully in its cage, a cage he had initially bought for you that you somehow convinced him to wear for the night.Â
As your thumb traced figure eights and random letters and symbols on your phone, Aizawa stopped in his tracks, feeling his knees start to shake as the vibrator started to teeter him closer to an orgasm. His body felt hot on the inside and cold on the outside, the pain of the cage only heightened the pleasure from the vibrator and the risk of being caught doing something so filthy, so debaucherous made everything feel stronger.Â
He squeezed your hand as if pleading for you to give him a break. Thankfully there was a bench nearby, which he stumbled over to, practically falling onto it. He couldn’t contain his moan as sitting caused the vibrator to shift and press harder against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his veins.
When you turned to stand in front of him and saw his red cheeks and sweaty dotted forehead, even on this chilly night, you relented. With the toy now only giving him a teasing murmur, he took in a deep breath through his nose, glaring threateningly up at you. But it only made you giggle as you reached down to cup his chin, lifting his head to look at you.
“Now now Shota, if you can get through tonight without coming, I’ll let you do whatever you like to me,” you bargained. Either to comfort himself or you, you were unsure, but he gripped your hips as you stood before him, considering your offer. People walking on the path behind you made him slowly turn away from you, brought back to the realisation that you were still in public.
Squeezing his jaw, you roughly turned his attention back to you, quirking your eyebrow as if to reiterate your question. He almost couldn’t believe what was happening. His boyfriend, who up until this point he couldn’t believe could be dominant, had him walking around the city, completely naked underneath a trench coat, with his cock in a chastity cage, a vibrator nestled deep inside him and a gag in his mouth, covered only by a mask.Â
With a blush spreading down his neck, he nodded. You grinned happily, leaning down closer to his face. In a quick swipe, you pulled down the mask and pressed a kiss to the gag, as if it were his lips. He gave a muffled grunt of surprise, eyes darting around the people around you. Thankfully no one noticed before you pulled his mask back up, a cheeky grin on your face. Grabbing his hands from your hips, you helped him stand from the bench before continuing your walk through the city.Â
“We just have a movie and dinner to get through.”
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So, kinda Mav's POV of this silly Slimav fwb ficlet thingy?? who knows, maybe one day there will be Ice's part... (tw: non-descriptive/implied sex)
Things with Slider keep...happening? Mav isn't exactly sure this is the right word but they're certainly going well.
Contrary to popular belief, Mav isn't dumb. He knows what Slider is doing, he's just not sure it's actually working at all.
They keep on having sex, usually at Slider and Ice's house, usually at least twice a week and honestly, the arrangement is better than Mav suspected.
Slider is good in bed, he's Mav's type, at least physically — cocky, tall, blonde, smart-mouthed in all the meanings of the word, athletic, and willing to try to keep up with him — and he's by far the safest and the most convenient lay Mav could have with a guy. He knows he's clean thanks to military health regulations, he knows he's discreet, also thanks to military regulations, and he won't ever sell Mav out to his CO because he'd be selling himself out too. He's got a safe place no one is going to question them using — to the neighbors, they're just some bros from the Navy that probably get drunk together twice a week and that's why Mav is staying overnight — and their only witness is also gay and would be selling himself out if he said anything.
Now, Mav says he knows what Slider is doing because said only witness is literally an eyewitness of what they're doing and it can't be a fucking coincidence.
At first, it kinda seems to be a coincidence. Mav shows up for their scheduled sex night — what? it's not a date night, it's a sex night — and Slider doesn't wait until Mav is in his room before they start kissing and tries to pin him down to the front door. It's admirable, and so hot, that he tries, but Mav gets his arms around the back of his neck and steps in, leg wrapping around his hip a bit. Slider's hands go down, taking a resting spot on the curve Mav's ass as he leans down, kissing the corners of Mav's lips with fervor and then his arms go lower, pulling Mav's waist into an arch, and he—
He lifts Mav up by the thighs, fingers digging into his jeans, and his knees instinctively lock around his hips and Slider bounces him up in his grip like he weighs nothing. Just as he moves them away from the door, he stops the ever-going kiss and Mav leans away, enough to see behind his shoulder, and—
That's definitely Ice, standing in the living room door frame, book in hand, staring at them, frozen in a perfectly still position, but blinking rapidly, and that alone says a lot.
Mav snorts into Slider's shoulder and feels Slider's chest rumble underneath as he chuckles into his hair.
The world swirls, Slider turns around, hands suspiciously high under his butt, and takes a step and Mav is so focused on how fucking hot it is that he can carry him around like he weighs nothing that he almost misses the "Sorry, man, outta the way. Don't want to drop this idiot, won't get laid if he ends up in ER."
He bites down on his neck for the comment and Slider, like the sick bastard he is, moans a bit.
It keeps on happening, always 'on accident'. Slider tells Ice the wrong time of their meet-up so he's literally still on the couch Slider throws Mav onto first thing after he comes to their house, or he forgets to close to his bedroom and has hands down Mav's pants as Ice walks by to the bathroom at night, or Ice comes back from church and they're buck naked on the wobbly living room table, or in the morning, Slider and Mav go to take a shower, together, and once again the doors aren't closed so—
It has to be on purpose. Especially that on the one day Ice is actually out of the house the whole night — Mav has no idea where, but it's their third sex night that week so he probably is desperate enough to go to a hotel — Slider starts their second round in the morning, perfectly timed with Ice's return.
They're eating the french toast and scrambled eggs Mav made, not really that chatty, they're barely friends after all, and Mav is wearing one of Slider's giant band t-shirts, this time with Bon Jovi on it — it's comfy and this way, he doesn't dirt up his clothes, sue him — and his own white briefs.
He can hear Ice's old man car on the driveway just as Slider pushes away their plates, grabs Mav by the hips, plops him on the kitchen island's countertop like a doll, pulls his pants off, and starts trying to maul his neck, nicely prepared for him by already sticking out of the huge collar of his huge t-shirt.
Ice walks into the kitchen to see Mav splayed like a starfish on the counter, his briefs stuck on his ankles, his dick covered only by the hem of that godawful Bon Jovi t-shirt and Slider's massive hand, and he just stands there for a minute as they all just stare at each other to finally hiss through clenched teeth, "We eat on that counter."
And like, Mav is not complaining, it's just, well, whatever plan Slider has, it has some holes in it.
He tries to put a little bit of a stop to it, alright, he really does, he's not about to torture himself by reading too much into Ice's expression whenever he walks on them, fool's hope, dream on and all that shit. It's just—hard. He hasn't had such regular, good sex in since before college, and never with a guy, and Slider is fucking hot, okay? It's literally his only good quality — hot and good in bed.
So when one day, during their lunch break, Ice, who is sitting pressed into Mav, thighs, arms, elbows, it all touching, says, "Can we just have one night without you two—as friends, just three guys who are friends and—" Mav agrees to just have a chill night at their place.
It's a nice evening, in general. Slider fucks off god knows where for most of the time, leaving just Mav and Ice in the kitchen — Slider can't cook, the bastard just sponges off whatever they cook. They put the radio on, do some silly dances — okay, Mav does, but it makes Ice chuckles so it's almost the same thing — and just talk and talk, preparing food close to each other enough that their elbows touch. And Ice looks at him, just looks at him, with so much fondness, with so much vulnerability in his wide-eyed expression, with that soft blush and downturned face and it is almost enough for him.
But then he leans closer and closer and Ice is no longer there, turning away from him as if burned and Mav—Mav is not dumb enough to torture himself with this forever, at least not on purpose.
So Slider comes back when dinner is ready and Mav sits next to him at the table, even though he usually would sit next to Ice, and lets Slider steal bacon from his plate as Ice stabs the food with a little too much force to be fully cool about the whole thing — Mav isn't reading into it though, he's tried and tried and tried, and he won't make a fool out of himself, Slider's plan be damned.
They move to the living room, some action movie selected, Ice already sitting at one end of the couch under a cozy blanket, book in hand, Slider on the other end.
It's the beginning of September only, but the whole day was unexpectedly cold, with a storm picking up at various hours, and now that Mav isn't moving around the kitchen or hovering close to the hot oven, he's feeling a bit chilly.
He makes a small detour to Slider's room, to snatch one of his sweatshirts, way too big on him, sleeves covering his fingers almost completely, the hem pulling under his hips.
They both turn to him and the ugly beige sweatshirt is more than plain noticeable but he just gives them an innocent smile. "What? I was cold, I know where all of Slider's shit is."
"We could've just shared the blanket," Ice says, sounding as if his mouth is drier than the Sahara.
Mav raises an eyebrow at him, pointedly, as if to say, Could we really?
Slider doesn't smirk, exactly, but it's clear on his face his shit-eating grin is held up by his will alone. He props one arm behind his head and pats the couch next to himself with the other.
Mav plops next to him and Slider's arm wraps around the small of his back. Mav grabs the remote and turns on the movie, aware that Ice's jaw is clenched as he stares down at his book.
Mav—Mav clings. Slider is warm, really warm, he's always like a space heater, and he might as well use it to his advantage.
Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, Mav feels Slider's hot hand slip underneath the sweater and his t-shirt, scorching fingers dipping into his sides and bringing Mav closer, close enough that the leg he had crossed over his knee slides down onto Slider's thigh. Mav doesn't stay passive, seeking out skin, too, reaching into Slider's collar, and next thing he knows Slider leans in and kisses him.
And then does it again, and again, and again, until Mav is fighting for small sips of air in between.
(There's a tearing sound somewhere, but Mav is pretty sure Ice the control freak would have enough control not to tear his book pages out just because Mav is getting frisky with his best friend in front of him.)
Then Slider grabs him under his thighs, lifting him up and standing up at the same time, Mav's legs wrapping around him on instinct.
"What the fuck—"
"Oh, shut up," Slider cuts off and then slaps his ass and okay, maybe he squeals a little, sue him. "I know you like it."
Like hell he's going to admit but, yeah, he kinda does. He's starting to think Slider likes carrying him around and throwing him on different surfaces just as much, he sure does it a lot.
Ice clears his throat and cooly, voice too still to not be suggest how he feels truly, says, "I asked for one night—"
Mav almost — almost — feels bad but then Slider says, "Sorry, man, he looks too fuckable in my sweatshirt." Then, cheekily, as they leave the living room, Mav now held up in just one of his arms — and isn't that fucking hot? — adds, "You wouldn't understand."
And this time, he can't just pretend he doesn't know what's happening here.
"I know what you're doing," he tells Slider, just as he's thrown on his bed and swarmed by his long limbs.
Right before he dives lower, Slider remarks, "Eh, do you really though?"
"It's not going to work," he protests, even as he lets Slider bite down his neck, his hand arching his head back for better access, strong hold keeping Mav still and making him hornier. "Even if he was getting jealous—"
"He is."
"—I think he'd be past the boiling point now," he finishes.
Slider tilts his head back, meeting his eyes. "You don't know how stubborn he can be."
"So what? You're just going to fuck the guy he supposedly wants until he breaks?"
"Yeah, basically," Slider says, fingers still gripping his hair. "Just enjoying your tight ass until my best friend decides to think with his dick and not his brain, for once."
"Nice," is all Mav adds before they go back to business.
He'd be lying to say he doesn't care. He wants Ice to do something. He wants him to admit he doesn't like whatever deal Slider and Mav have going on, that he doesn't like it specifically because he wants Mav to himself.
He wonders if he and Slider talk about Mav. If he asks Slider what is going on with them, if Slider gives him the dirty details, if he gets pissed off at Slider for continuing to hook up with him, again and again. If all those little expressions he sees on Ice's face whenever he walks in on them, if they're louder and more pronounced when he leaves the house and it's just Slider to take them on.
But fool's hope and all that — so Mav claws at Slider's sweater and pops it over his head.
As time goes on, it just feels more and more as if he's wrong about the whole, that he just imagined the way Ice looks at him.
"So, Maverick," Slider begins when Mav and Ice are chatting at their cubicles, sitting down on Mav's desk like he owns it. "You free this Saturday? Ice is stuck at work so the house will be empty."
Right behind himself, he hears a snap. When he turns around, Ice's broken his pencil in half.
Interesting.
"I'm actually going with Bradley to the beach, I'm going to teach him to swim," he says slowly. "Or at least try. The kid's been getting panicky any time we leave him without the floaties."
"Ooof, that's tough," Slider says and he actually seems sympathetic because Bradley is everyone's favorite and everyone's weak spot. "You want a second pair of hands? Might make him feel a bit more secure if he's surrounded from all sides."
And why not? It's not like Ice has any more pencils to break.
It's a nice enough day, for one spent with Slider. Bradley can't swim by the end of it, but he can float in the water without screaming his lungs out, so Mav takes it as a win. Bradley giggles at their banter and finds their insults — dialed down, there's a kid with them after all — funny, and there's just something less irritating about Slider, like this, with Bradley as the buffer.
Mav drives them in Goose's old car to leave Bradley back with Carole, they chat for a bit, and then Mav takes his motorcycle and drives them to Ice and Slider's place. They're both in jeans and there's a lot of rubbing and some more-or-less intentional grinding, so by the time Mav parks on the driveway, they're both half hard and set on one goal. They pass Ice on the way to Slider's room, and maybe he's a bit red in the face and maybe Mav arches his hips with a bit of an exaggeration but well, he's having fun and it's not his problem Ice isn't part of it.
It happens again, mostly because Ice is fighting to get the upcoming promotion and often works on the weekends, Carole gives private lessons on Saturdays, and that just leaves Mav and Slider alone, usually with Bradley for most of the day and then alone and pent up in the evening.
Slider is good with Bradley, too. Baby Goose is a soft, sensitive boy, and many men would try to toughen him up, but Slider doesn't. No, Slider stops and holds him when he gets scared, carries him around when he gets tired or sleepy, can't resist the cow eyes almost as badly as Mav and buys Bradley anything he wants, and doesn't protest last all when Bradley asks if they can swing him around — just gives him his hand, waits for Mav to grab his other hand, and then just throws Bradley in the air as high as he can.
There start to be times when they don't even retreat back to Slider and Ice's place after, just say goodbye at the door to Mav and Carole's house — Bradley always insists Mav needs a hug goodbye too, Uncle Slider — and then Slider leaves without Mav.
"It kinda seems like you're dating him, Pete," Carole says one calm evening that Mav does not spend with Slider and Ice, after Slider took them back home in his embarrassing wagon BMW.
Bradley is already asleep and they're drinking wine (from normal glasses because they still haven't managed to buy the full dishware set).
Mav obviously finds it ridiculous. "You can't date someone you don't have feelings for."
Carole raises her eyebrow and takes a slurpy sip and yeah, fair enough, there's plenty of people who are married and hate each other, not to mention ones that are dating.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks. There's a difference between having sex and dating, even if there aren't any feelings in either.
Carole has some—thing, for Slider, he knows. It's been over four years since Goose and he knows they won't ever fully move on but they have to at least try. He'd never hold it against her if she fell in love with someone, it's just—it's Slider of all people.
"Nah, have some fun," Carole sighs. "It's not like he'll ever see me anyway."
Slider's been equally dumb about all of Carole's flirting attempts as Ice was about his, which was an achievement in itself because Mav wasn't the subtlest, but Carole wasn't subtle at all.
"What a mess," he says and then pours more wine into Carole's glass.
@woodsywarbler, hon, I think you wanted me to tag you here? idk this is a bit disappointing b/c tumblr ate the longer draft and i had no energy to write it out in detail but 🤷🏻‍♂️
#okay there might a part 3 (ice's) that might or might not have ice's reaction to mav finally calling slider 'ron' and them going on a date#also this is the half-assed version bc tumblr ate the proper version and i didn't have the mental energy to write it all again#slimav#icemav#kinda? ice is still being dumb#i have no idea what ship name is there for carole/slider but there's a mention here#tropical heat and rick's ass are forever in my head so...#ron slider kerner#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky
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Me and Mr. Jones
Featuring actor, Eddie Jones
Back in 2003, I was working as a grip on a low budget film called Fighting Tommy Riley. It was 5 day shoot, but I was lucky enough to meet one of my favorite character actors, Eddie Jones. Best known to audiences as Superman’s adoptive father Pa Kent on Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, when Eddie was on set, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. When he was off-stage, his broad, bright smile would light up the room. He was a sexy man for his age of 69 with his broad face, imposing presence and solid build. When he was off-set, his broad, bright smile would light up the room.
Everyone who knew Eddie as a friend, or had the good fortune to share the stage with him, was touched by his gentle and generous nature. He was very nice and enjoyed the attention I paid to him. Actually talked to me. What had seemed like just a cute, older guy on set turned out to be a seriously hot daddy for which I was developing a major hard-on. I enjoyed passing the time by watching him work, fantasizing about him being naked.
How much of that fur, if any, spread across the rest of him? Did being big of stature mean he had a small dick or was he one of "nature's surprises" like I'd met once or twice? I really wanted a chance to find answers to these questions, but knew it wasn't likely to happen. He's married, but we all know that does not mean a thing.
That evening, after a very good meal in the dining car, I began the walk back to my trailer. I saw him at the other end of a narrow corridor. Slowing as we approached each other, we exchanged pleasantries.
"Hey Eddie." I said as we came up to each other.
"Hi there! Did you enjoy dinner?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. It was great."
"Good."
It was clear he was on his way somewhere, so I stepped back against one wall to let him by. It turned into to a moment I'd never forget. Not only did he fail to avoid brushing against me as he squeezed past, but he made a point of slowing down and actually pushing his ass into me as he slid by. There was a relaxed feeling to his butt muscles against my crotch. I immediately went hard. I don't think I'd ever gone fully erect that fast. Ever. I didn't even know a guy could.
After he slid past me he looked over his shoulder and smiled. This wasn't one of his professional "have a nice day" smiles. No. There was a distinct twinkle in his eye. He continued down the corridor leaving me standing there staring after him.
"I'll be checking on you around 8:30." Eddie said without looking back.
"Fine." I replied with a dazed grin. I continued down the corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he'd left in my pants.
At 8:30 sharp, I lightly tap on his trailer door. The door opened to those sexy blue eyes looking at me as he flashed that warm smile again. Eddie made a quick check to see if there was anyone to see me enter before letting me in. While stepping in he closed, locked the door in a single motion and we fell into an embrace, sharing a long passionate kiss. We began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn't know if he was eager or just didn't have much time to "fuck around" before going home to the wife, but he wasn't waiting for any conversation. And I certainly didn't mind.
As his shirt came off I saw that, though not quite as hairy as some of the "chubs" I liked to see, but there was plenty of body hair to enjoy. His forearms were thick leading to those masculine hands I'd admired earlier. I continued down his stomach until it ended in a mostly black bush above his rising cock. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands.
His cut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there, his hands on my shoulders. I could smell old fashioned cologne along with his natural musk. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up again to enjoy a good look at his knob before licking around the tip.
I pushed Eddie toward a nearby couch and he sat down. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access. I worked my tongue around his dickhead as my other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I'd expected. I thought about what his load might taste like. I took his dick in my hands, stroking up and down as I worked my tongue down under his nuts. I gnawed gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more. After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, "No!" Â
I was nearly knocked over as he jumped up. He was getting too close, too soon so I paused and waited for his cue. Whatever he wanted next, I was going to do my best to please him; not that I didn't have ideas of my own.
Earlier in the day I'd fantasized about what it'd be like to fuck him. Those fantasies were about to be realized as Eddie turned around knelt on the couch with his butt now at my eye level. I set in quickly on eating his ass. I covered his hole with my tongue and licked long, broad strokes up and down his crack. Starting low against the back of his balls and on up to where his crack ended at his tailbone. I continued slowly moving up then down again. He moaned deep and low. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face.
I slid my tongue into his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn't get my tongue in any further. Eddie continued moaning as I worked my tongue in and around. I felt him start to relax even more as he leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit.
Eddie was breathing heavily when I finally stood up. He looked back without saying anything, but his sexy blue-eyed gaze told me he was ready for me to stick my cock in. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and paused: this was the moment I wanted to last forever.
As the head of my dick slipped in he gasped. He was pretty tight and I didn't want to hurt him. So I kept the pressure constant while letting him take me in at his own pace, leaning back into me. Putting his hands against the back of the couch, Eddie rose up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way.
"Yes…" Eddie moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.
It looked so hot to see my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. He turned back to face me again and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held a kiss as I worked his ass. He turned back to the wall and moaned as I continued, now moving a bit quicker. Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. I continued to pick up the pace. My fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder. His ass felt so good that I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Â
I was about to pop as Eddie pushed back hard into me. That was my cue to go for it. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get. Â
"Oh fuck!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. He was moaning and rocking, his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock. Â
"Yes! Yessss…" Eddie said, ending in a whisper.
As my cock's throbbing lessened and I started to go soft I reached around and under to jack him off, but to my surprise, he had already cum. So I slowly pulled out and stepped back. Eddie stayed kneeling laying his head back down on his arms. I stared at his hole, now visibly open wider than when I'd first gone down on it. I could see traces of my cum as I watched the hole pulsing along with his breathing.
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Shotgun
ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! This was a request from my bby g @tiniedemon so I hope y'all enjoy this!!! It's also illegal that i wasn't smoking a joint while I wrote this!! :((
Dating Kenny McCormick came with quite a few perks, to name a few, your sex life was incredible, cuddles with him every time you stayed together, and the fact that he was a drug dealer meant that he could get his hands on just about anything. You'd smoked weed a few times before, not that it was weed that was of any kind of quality, it was shit. But not Kenny's weed, as you were soon to find out.
He'd asked you round to his after college, saying he had a little surprise for you, which naturally peaked your interest, with Kenny, it really could've been anything. He could've robbed a bank, you could get there and he could've died, he could've been stark naked waiting for you, the list truly was endless.
But as you walked into his bedroom, hearing the music playing at a low level, and sat on the edge of his bed, you realised what the surprise was. He was hunched over at his desk, fiddling about with what sounded like a piece of paper, and when he spun his chair around, he was holding the most perfectly rolled joint you'd ever laid eyes on.
“Thought we could smoke up together, sweetheart. It's okay if you don't want to though.” Kenny assured as you shook your head in response. “I want to, Ken.” You spoke, watching the blond carefully as he placed the joint between his lightly chapped lips, flicked his lighter and sparked it up, taking a long drag and blowing it out into the air. “It's really good quality weed so, if you haven't smoked much before, be careful, love. I don't want you greening out on me.” Kenny laughed, after taking another drag, the smoke coming down his nose.
He stood, situating himself next to you on the bed, taking another long drag, before placing his hand gently under your chin, tilting your face to gaze up at him. You parted your lips as Kenny blew the smoke into your mouth, and you inhaled, blowing it out and pressing your lips flush against Kenny’s, giving him a quick kiss before you both reluctantly pulled away.
“Here, baby. I was thinking, when we're both sufficiently stoned, we could cuddle together and watch a movie? I even bought some snacks for us!” He smiled, his slender hand coming to rest on your thigh as he passed the joint to you.
You took it from him, placing the butt between your lips and inhaling the smoke, you felt it burn into your lungs as you held it there for a few seconds before blowing it out. And Kenny watched you the entire time, his eyes fully fixated on you. “I didn't think it was possible for you to look hotter than you already do but, damn girl.” Kenny joked, moving to the top of his bed, his back against the wall, holding his arms out, and you moved to sit between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, taking another drag of the joint and titling your head backwards, nearly touching Kenny's lips with your own blowing the smoke into his mouth, and passing the joint to him as he blew the smoke back out.
“What movie would you like to watch, Ken?” You asked, lifting his tv remote and logging into Netflix, sculling through them. “Anything baby, as long as you're happy, I'm happy.” Kenny replied, shooting your a toothy grin as he smoked the joint between his lips, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you in a close embrace.
A few joints and a bong later, and Kenny’s bed was covered in empty wrappers and a few pizza boxes, you had ordered food for you both, and how neither of you had thrown up from the sheer amount of food you had both eaten was unbelievable. The movie was almost an afterthought, you were just enjoying each others company, giggling at each others jokes and stories.
“Okay okay, so… pfffft!” Kenny burst out laughing, seemingly at nothing. He was about to tell you a story about he and the others when they were in fourth grade. “Baby, your eyes are bloodshot as fuck!” He wheezed out, clutching at his sides, his eyes screwed shut and tears falling. “Stop laughing at me! Your eyes are barely open! You look half asleep!” You replied, making you laugh in return, till both of you could hardly breathe and had to recover from your laughing fits.
The day couldn't have gotten any better, until you got a text message from your mother, saying she was heading out and the house would be free. So you both decided to head to yours, it only was a short walk, but it seemed to take forever!
When you both finally arrived you opened the door, both of you getting into your bed together as quickly as you both could, arms and legs wrapped around each other. “What a perfect end to a perfect day. Thank you, sweetheart.” Kenny smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead that was resting on his bare chest. “No, thank you love, you really made today special, I love you.” You replied, gazing up at your blond boyfriend who appeared to be already nearly half asleep, his breathing deep and steady. “I love you too, honey. Goodnight.” He said, giving you a kiss and then closing his sparkling blue eyes to drift asleep. What a perfect day.
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Back to the Dregs Part 11
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Notice the content warnings pls
Content: on-screen rape, whipping, forced to watch, multiple whumpers, noncon nudity
"Please--" Michael wriggled back as grips shifted and the gangsters struggled to roll him onto his chest.
As his chest smacked into the floor for like, the fourth time that week, he sobbed harder. His back was still bruised, too. This was going to be too much.
Jordie accepted the cord from Pete. Someone pulled Michael's shirt up all the way to his shoulders.
"I--I had no fucking choice!" Michael roared through his gritted teeth, keeping his head off the ground to watch Jordie's dreaded approach.
Jordie gave him an unassuming glance and twirled the cord, measuring his distance as the gangsters holding Michael down readjusted their grips to keep from accidentally getting hit.
Don't scream. Michael told himself. You're a grownup, you can't scream.
Then there was a woosh as Jordie brought the stiff cord down on Michael's back.
A grunt came through Michael's throat, despite him holding his breath, even as he felt one of the stripped wires prodruding from the end of the cord zip into his flesh, adding a cutting sting to the heavy impact.
He jerked involuntarily, choking himself off so he didn't scream.
Two hit across his hips, eliciting a choked gasp from his throat. The fourth burst the scream out of his chest. He could hardly take three of these, let alone twenty.
"Please, no, no, please!" He screamed as the cord struck again. And again.
His screams for mercy did nothing. They never did in the past either.
He'd lost count somewhere around nine, writhing and muddled and trying pointlessly to kick away the powerful hands holding him.
Woosh. Split. Blood trickled down his ribcage and thighs as he jerked, wailing after every lash. No more words ame to his mind. Just relentless agony over his entire body.
It felt like forever, like it was never done.
And then suddenly it stopped.
He glanced back at Jordie, then he felt a twisted relief as the man tossed the bloody cord over to Pete, who picked it up distastefully.
Michael rolled onto his side with another wail as the stinging, bruising bites all over his back and legs started to fully register. There was no energy to sob. Just the breathy whinies that didn't express even a tenth of the pain.
"Alright," Michael heard Pyscho walk closer. "Now strip him."
Michael tried to get up, cursed, and moaned as he barely moved an arm and leg. He wanted to at least crawl away, get his back to that wall of crates behind him.
They were already pulling off his shirt, despite his weak resistance and wordless cries. Someone's fingers hooked into his underwear, scraping down his butt as they pulled his pants don. The cloth had been stuck into the wounds on his legs, and it burned and stung even more as they ripped it off.
The pain didn't take away the humiliation and horror of being stripped naked in front of these monsters. And his scars down his arms burned so much they almost echoed hte bleeding rips down his back.
He could see drips of his red blood on the seasoned pine floor.
"Start the call," The boss said. "And who's up for this?" He gestured at Michael, still moaning on the ground. "Somebody oughta make use of him. It's our last chance to lure 'em out before the Huers are too strong."
Michael rolled onto his knees with a gasp of anguish, old tears dripping off his nose as he tried to crawl away from the man behind him.
A hand landed on his naked leg, slipping in blood as Michael jerked it away.
Then Jordie's boot came down on his back. He screamed as the wounds lit up again.
The other guy walked up behind him.
He heard him kneel, unzip his jeans, and touch his butt, running his fingers up form his balls to between his cheeks.
Chills ran up Michael's spine as he gulped back nausea and shame.
"You don't have to." He choked out. "I can sell it for you."
The guy behind him chuckled.
"I know," He said, "but I want to."
He felt it twitching between his cheeks and gritted his teeth as the man spread him, then pushed inside slowly. It ripped, and ripped, wider and wider, and Michael screamed and lurched, but the nails of the rapist dug under his hips and pinned him as he drove in.
"Hold still, or I won't be so gentle."
Michael cursed and cried, trying not to buck again as the man rhythmically ripped him apart inside.
"So what you're telling me is no one from Columbus answered." Morgan paced backand forth, intermittently raking his nails over his scalp until it burned.
"It's not like there's a time constraint, is there sir?" Al answered.
Morgan ground his teeth. Of course there wasn't. Acting like there was a time constraint would be walking straight into the Westsiders' trap.
"Alright, fine, then." Morgan said. "We're going in with who we have."
"Sir, uh..."
"Are you questioning me?"
"No sir, no." Al replied hastily. "But... if you could tell me why you're in such a hurry, we could put our heads together.."
Morgan moved over to his laptop.
"Yeah, you're right. See... They've got Huer property." He opened up the email, frowning at the icon of the video. "And they're rubbing it in my face." He clicked his tongue. "I'm sending this to you. I want you to show the others. I'll call a meeting in a couple days or so and see what friends we can rustle up."
"Days? That's not going to be--sir..."
"Did I stutter?"
Morgan's irritable orders were cut short by the sound of a Skype call notification.
Immediately he hung up. it was the 0605 number. He recognized it from last time.
He stared at the screen, then noticed the messages they'd been sending him.
"Come and get him if you still want him."
"He's really getting it."
"You might want to hurry."
Morgan rolled his eyes and growled a curse. Then he hit the green icon and put his thumb over his camera while he tried to figure out how to turn it off.
The screen lit up and Michael's weakened screams filled the room.
"N--no don't, please!" His trembling vioce pitched upward into a whine of agony. His grimacing face was barely visible in the corner of the screen, the rest being filled with a mass of red and orange blur. For a second Morgan couldn't process what he was looking at.
Then it registered.
Michael was naked. He aws crying. Actually crying. He was covered in bruises, dripping blood down the back and legs. Morgan had a sickened feeling as he recognized the effects of a flogging. Narrow fingers curled around his brother's bloody hips, starting to thrust in rhythm. Rape. They were raping him.
Morgan hissed and turned away, rage heating up his hands, balled up into fists.
He tried not to hear the pained grunts and whines coming from michael. He shouldn't be reacting like that. That wasn't how Michael was. If it wasn't enough to make him scream, Michael would be begging, reasoning... And with what was happening, screaming in pain for sure. The man was being cruelly rough. But even though Michael's mouth opened as if to yell, all that came out were unbelievably high-pitched sobs.
His hoarse voice sounded broken. And the tears and blood. Fuck.
"You want us to stop?"
Morgan recognized the voice as Psycho, the self-proclaimed leader of the Westsiders.
"You gonna let us keep raping the Huer property--"
"No!" Morgan's shout erupted from his chest without warning.
Then he shot a hand out and slammed the laptop shut.
Fuck it, they were going in now.
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Quite a weird request but…the DMC boys with a reader who likes to be naked most of the time inside her house. She likes to sleep naked, cook while being naked, etc because of how free she felt and because her hair is long enough to cover most of her private parts, she just took it for granted and let it do the job of censoring most of her yk parts
But she knows when to wear clothes, especially when she needs to go outside to her balcony retrieving her dry clothes
Also, she has a weird habit of touching her private part. Not to pleasure herself, just for the vibes and feeling. First time someone caught her do this was Trish, safe to say, she was weirded out as hell and because she respects her boundaries, she decided to suck it up and tries her best to ignore it
Yeah this is weird but I'm still writing it, enjoy.
Sparda boys + V x Constantly naked!Reader headcannons
¤ Dante ¤
-Dante thought it was kinda strange for you to be constantly naked--don't you ever get cold?
-Not that he's complaining. All he has to do is open the window and he'll get a free show. ;)
-Is a bit concerned when you sit down. What about all the dust, lint and other crap that accumulates on the seat? That can't be good for your privates.
-Is glad you know when to get dressed because if Vergil comes over and sees you naked, both of you are gonna have a lot of problems and have to listen to a ton of lectures.
-Doesn't understand why you always touch yourself down there if you're not masturbating, but whatever. It's your body.
-Trish saw you do that first and was really weirded out; after seeing you do it a few times, Dante thought it was kinda hot.
â– Vergil â–
-What the hell was wrong with you?
-Vergil could not wrap his incredibly MOTIVATED mind around why someone would choose to do everything butt naked.
-He didn't care whether you had long hair to cover it or not, such an act was disgusting to him, not to mention dangerous for your health down there.
-Just thinking about all the germs and things your privates are exposed to daily makes Vergil shudder.
-When a very embarrassed and confused Trish told him about your odd habit of touching yourself merely because you liked to, Vergil nearly had a stroke on the spot.
- From now on you are expected to at least wear underwear when he is present. If you refuse, he will forcibly clothe you.
â–ˇ Nero â–ˇ
-Nero didn't think he'd have a thing for nudism but here he is.
-You walking around with your stuff out and everything is hotter than Nero could have ever imagined.
-Sometimes he gets a you know what while watching you cook butt naked in the kitchen, just a breeze away from letting him see what he wants to see.
-He really likes the anticipation; it's like you're teasing him without even trying.
-Why you touch yourself is beyond him, but he doesn't real,y care because he likes that too.
-Trish caught you doing it the first time and reported back to Nero, who laughed his head off at the poor woman's confusion.
â—Ź V â—Ź
-V doesn't mind your nudism, but Griffon has a mouthful of colorful words he'd like to impart unto you.
-You're actually very beautiful naked, V muses innocently, taking this opportunity to write some more poetry.
-Your naked form inspires him, you see, it's doing wonders to keep his creative juices flowing.
-Griffon jokes that those aren't the only juices that will be flowing, if you keep this up.
-Poor Trish came to V one day, rather green in the face. She told him she saw you touching yourself, to which V replied with a shrug.
-You can do as you please, he's not one to meddle.
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SLUT SHORTS
It was another of those nights. He was working late, I had made a quick and easy dinner for myself before plopping myself on the couch - muted playoffs hockey on the TV, laptop open to study for my CFA exam. I was planning to take it in two weeks.
I almost didn't hear Dad come in, until he was behind me.
"Hey Evan," he said, stepping up and placing his hands on my shoulder. Dad has strong hands, and they felt great on my tense delts. "Rangers behind already? Shit!" he said.
I looked back over my shoulder. Dad was mostly business casual these days, but he looked hot as fuck. He'd been a hockey player himself in college, and still played in the rec leagues. 6'1" and a solid 210 at 44, he filled out his button down pretty well. He even had to get those special trousers with more room in the thighs and butt.
"Yeah, fraid so," I said. "Long day, Dad?"
He gave a nod and let out a sigh. "Pretty much." He let go of his light grip on my shoulders and gave me a pat. "I'm gonna shower up... maybe someone will score a fucking goal in the meantime."
I laughed. "Don't hold your breath," I said.
I watched a little of the game and went back to studying.
Dad's not my father. He's not even my step dad. But Stephen Bennett and I had been dating for five years and had drifted pretty comfortably into where we were now. Heavy roleplay now colored our identies around the house. I was his Son, and Stephen was my Dad. At first he was responding to my kink, but eventually he began to own that identity himself, to embrace his Dadness with me and around me. He even took the lead in pushing the kink with me.
It was hot in the bedroom, but we'd grown more comfortable with it even on normal nights like this.
Or maybe it wasn't a normal night. When Dad walked in, he was half naked, the chest hair hair still damp from his shower and his thinning hair neatly gelled. But it was those fucking shorts that caught my attention.
They were an orange pair of athletic shorts from his college days, with a black and white stripe on the sides and "Princeton" written in small lettering on the leg. I'd first seen them one day when Stephen had slipped them on for some work around the condo. He'd chuckled at how much they turned me on. But if those shorts had ever been a little loose on the guy, they fucking clung to his bigger, middle-aged muscle these days. Hugging Dad's thighs and molding to that meaty ex-hockey jock ass.
Like they did now as Dad walked past me and sat on the couch next to me. He was acting dumb and waiting for my reaction, which was kind of adorable.
I took a look at him, his attention on the TV. I knew he had to be pretty damn horny to want sex over the Rangers in the playoffs, but it had been a few days, and even that had been a quickie BJ swap before work.
I was in some casual sweats, and I was boning up fast. One thing we'd had to negotiate as a couple was that my libido was stronger than his. Not that Stephen lacked sex drive, but well, I was 28 and maybe genetically swimming in hormones to begin with. Three days was way too long to go without sex and my cock was now rock hard and throbbing even at the idea.
And yeah, those shorts were turning me the fuck on. Now that Dad was sitting, leaning forward a little as he watched the game, the hem rode up the thighs, showing off the man's hairy legs. I was hard wired for older guys for a million reasons, but legs like that were one of them. They were an older man's legs, a dad's legs. Even the curly-soft leg for a middle-aged man was different than a younger guy's.
"In the fucking goal!" he swore at the TV. Maybe he wasn't playing dumb, maybe he was gonna put out in another hour, after the game was over. Jesus, now I wasn't sure I could wait that long.
Dad had quickly learned how much those shorts did it for me. He'd wear them in the bedroom sometimes to spice things up. I'd branded them his "slut shorts" and the name stuck. Stephen Bennett wasn't remotely a submissive or anything - the man was too type-A and too much a control freak for that - and we were still negotiating my desire to top with his vers nature.
But from time to time he'd get in a VERY bottomy mood with me. Those shorts were our little playful code. When Dad had them on, I was gonna get majorly laid.
My laptop was open but completely ignored now as I stared at him. He had just enough of a normal look to him that made his muscular, in-shape body perfect to me. Dad had been married once, to a woman, and had one short relationship with a guy before me. But he had never done the gay scene and not really even done the apps that much. We'd met at an alumni event and had an immediate sexual chemistry. I'd just graduated from Princeton and was at my starter job in the city, and I had every bit of that D-1 jock look that Stephen went for.
"Sorry to distract you, son," Dad now grinned, turning toward me during a commercial break and acknowledging the obvious. "But I figured you could use a study break." He leaned back and stretched his arms up, revealing thick, soft pit hair and flexing his chest muscles some. I could see Dad was throwing hard in those shorts, which added to my excitement. Their snugness meant that thick dad bone showed pretty clearly.
I put my laptop on the coffee table and turned toward him, showing off my erection. "Fuck yes," I chuckled.
Dad seemed to know where my interest lay and he turned toward me. "I think your cum washed out of these," he smirked.
I'd started traveling for work some, and Dad always slipped these shorts into my bag if I had an overnight trip. Or he'd leave them out for me when he traveled. I'd jerk off into them while we FaceTimed, an incredible way to stay close to him.
I wouldn't have to settle for that now. "You wanna suck my dick, Dad?" I asked. Sometimes crude and direct didn't work for Dad, but those shorts had given me permission.
He got a hungry look in his eye. Miraculously, the Rangers were the last thing on his mind as he faced away from the TV and scooted over and down onto the floor in front of where I was sitting. His strong hands now pawed at my crotch. "My big boy need taking care of?"
I had about an inch on Dad, which turned us both on. "Yeah," I croaked.
Dad pulled my waistband over my hardon, then peeled my boxer briefs down to let me free. "That's a hard fucking cock," he grunted. I watched him look at it a second and enjoyed the feedback loop between my visible excitement and his appreciative stare. Then he leaned down and angled up my meat to start sucking me.
I could see the thinning spot on the top of his head as he started swallowing, then bobbing on my cock, and the meaty shoulders and knotted back... and past that that amazing thick ass filling out those shorts. I'm pretty sure my dick spurted a healthy amount of pre into Dad's throat as he took me deeper.
"Holy fuck, Dad!" I gasped. The man was taking me real fricking deep, all the way to the pubes. He wasn't always able to do this, at least not without tripping a defensive gag or two in the process of slowly willing himself to relax. No hesitation or gradual approach now. Dad was deep throating me, and showing off with long mouth strokes up my 7.5 inches to match the hungry descent down. Stephen must have been thinking about sex all day, he was just so keyed up now.
I ran my hands along his strong back. I felt I could nut just having him give me head, and fast. And I would have loved that. But the slut shorts were on, and I was gonna take advantage of them.
"Pull off, Dad," I urged. "Please."
Dad had to catch his breath as he wiped his chin and lips. It had been a messier blow job than he'd like. Dad was real self conscious about that for some reason. I don't know why, the thick spit on his face turned me the fuck on.
"Give me a second?" he asked, leaning back so I could see his hairy torso and that exec-handsome face.
"Sure," I said. I leaned back and let my boner pulse, wet with his viscous saliva. On top of that I was leaking hard now.
I worried, he was getting out of the mood, but he stood up and I could see that dad dick poking up his shorts. It was incredible how they fit, but barely. The fabric drew up tight against Dad's boner. He was already stepping in to rub my face into it.
I grunted as I chewed and licked at that hard ridge in the fabric. Something about these shorts, and Dad in them, connected the jocks I went to college with the draw to a paternal figure. I wish I could have seen Dad wear these when he was 20, but I was also glad he was much older than me, that I wa seeing the shorts on him now.
Dad was getting into how excited I was. Playfully he gripped the back of my head and guided me all over his own excited crotch. "That's it, Evan, buddy. See how horny you get your father."
THIS had been a surprise. How much Stephen could run with the verbal. He'd been the one initially hesitant to do the roleplay, but now he was better at the spontaneous kink talk than me. I did my best to keep up.
"Fuck yes," I hissed finally pulling off. "The dick that made me."
That got a growl from the man. "Don't forget that, son," he hissed. Then I watched as he slid down the shorts, after he worked the elastic over the hard staff of his prick. I'd never get tired of seeing Stephen's dick. I considered it cosmic fate that nature had given us two cocks that looked pretty similar, as if we were related. Dad was medium-thick and pretty evenly thick up its length, with only a slight bend to the right, like mine. Even his balls seemed to be the size and shape like mine.
I thought he was wanting some oral service himself, but his hand stopped my forward motion and even pushed me back a little, into the couch cushions.
"Lean back, son," Dad said, his voice getting that deeper lusty quality. "Daddy needs a fuck."
I looked up, horniness and maybe a little cockiness in my eye. I loved fucking Dad. If I had my way, I'd fuck him every day. But relationships aren't about getting your way all the time.
That's OK, I was gonna have a hot piece of ex-hockey ass to tap now. Dad was already straddling my waist. In his worked up, power-bottom mode I didn't get to see nearly enough. His body felt warm, maybe a little damp from the shower still. He'd started wearing my actual father's cologne and had it on now, and the scent hit my nostrils like poppers. Next to his slut shorts, that smell was one of my big triggers.
I was still mostly clothed, with a T-shirt on and sweatpants pulled down mid-thigh. But Dad wasn't gonna let me strip off. His lips met mine hungrily, and his hands gripped my neck to pull me into the liplock.
I ran my hands along his leg fur, appreciating that strong muscle beneath. And yeah, I felt up that hockey-playing ass.
Dad was now humping me, running his ass along my boner as we made out. He was usually too self conscious to do anything like this, anything so slutty. But he was all in now.
I grunted into his mouth and pawed at every bit of daddy that I could. This had the sexual attraction and horniness of our first time having sex together, combined with the sexual chemistry we'd honed over the last few years.
Dad knew I loved to eat him out, but he also knew he was too worked up to take slow tonight. I could feel the slickness of lube in his crack and against my prick now.
I'd barely registered the implications of that before Dad broke the kiss and leaned back a little, just enough to be able to reach back and grab my prick and pull it up. He angled his hips up and adjusted his alignment.
I watched, keeping still, letting him guide me in. Then I saw Dad's face get that succession of reactions to the penetration. At last there was that knowing smile he'd get when he'd gotten past the difficult part.
"You glad to be back home, Baby boy?" he hissed.
"Yes, sir," I growled. "You have no idea." I placed my hands on his outer thighs to feel his up and down motion. The feeling of his hole was snug and amazing.
"I have a hunch," he replied. Getting more vigorous in his ride. He'd gone from 0 to 60 pretty fast. We were fucking. "My hot incest fucker."
"Jesus," I said, amazed how Dad knew what to say to work me up. He'd been reading porn stories or something, because his imagination caught me off guard.
Dad rode me and we kissed again. That was great, but Dad found the more upright seated position easier so he retreated to that. His hand was a little lubey now and that helped him stroke himself in time to his bouncing.
I now met him half way, pushing my hips up into him in time to meet his own downward bounce. "I love fucking you, Dad. So much."
His lips curled up. "Yeah, I know you do, son. Love your father's tight hole.... You've been working so hard, studying so hard... you deserve a treat... for being a good fucking boy."
God Stephen knew how to get me there. My cock felt slicker from my precum and I was thrusting into him harder, taking over more than 50 percent of this fuck. "Yeah, I am," I replied. I wished I was actually better at the verbal, but I at least wanted to encourage Dad in this. "Your good son."
"Yeah... you're gonna ace that exam... make your daddy proud."
"Yessir!" I grunted. God he was getting me closer now.
"Is that what you want, son? To make your Dad proud?"
"I do sir," I replied. "So bad."
The man's voice was getting more strained as he rode me, relishing the deep and hard penetration and what it was doing to his inner spot. "Proud... Just like when you won that golf scholarship.... Just like when you throw me one of those Big Boy fucks..."
I thought his sex talk was for my benefit mostly, but I watched his face scrunch and then heard him let out a short, loud cry. And then Dad's dick started spray his seed all over me. Hard, hot, spray that landed in a thick ropes on my T-shirt, soaking it.
"Oh fuck, Dad!" I cried, feeling my own cum hit me as I started seeding his tight ass.
My hips stopped and his riding slowed down, until he rested in my lap momentarily, just enjoying that moment before it was time to climb off. "Thanks, Evan," he said. "I needed that."
I watched with some disappointment as Dad got up, steadying his body before he found his discarded shorts and picked them up. "I'm gonna clean up, OK, buddy?"
This was the thing we'd been working on. When we started I was his buddy, his big guy, his special dude during the sex act, but Evan afterwards. Now we'd learned to extend it afterward. Of not automatically switching back to our "real" selves.
"Yeah," I said, patting his calf muscle as I leaned up. I saw the glob of dad sperm on his knuckle and impetuously decided to lick it off. Dad turned his hand to let me and chuckled a little. After I'd sampled his sperm, he patted me on the side of my head.
"I love you, buddy," he said softly.
"Love you, Dad," I replied.
He went to shower, and I pulled my sweats back up over my lubed and spermy dong. I'd change in a bit, but for now, I relished being covered in my father's seed. And I was enjoying the moment of relaxation.
The Rangers had scored one but were still behind. My laptop was in sleep mode, neglected. I probably wouldn't get much studying done tonight.
Dad walked in, those shorts back on.
He didn't play dumb this time. "I figured you'd have another in the tanks for later. But OK if I watch the game first?"
"Wouldn't have it any other way, Dad," I said, putting my arm on the back of the couch as an invitation for him to sit close to me. He did and I enjoyed his warmth and more mature body next to mine. I threw hard again a couple of times during the rest of the game, just feeling him like that and seeing those shorts on him.
But no need to rush things. I had my father right there next to me.
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"You're mine."
with sub! Cass and dom! Bucky?
DROP TO MY KNEES BLURB PROMPT ERA
PLOT TWIST.
I did this for Modern Era John and Cass because the level of kink is exponentially higher for them. If Princess Era is their sluttiest, Modern Era is their kinkiest.
You said sub and dom. I went full sub and dom.
warning: (smut: daddy kink, butt plugs, JUST. everything. I went for it. and did a mini cliffhanger because I am an asshole hehe)
The carpet was itchy on her knees but she stayed as still as she could. That is what John had told her to do and that is what she would do. Every shift of her hips only served to remind her of the bunny tail nestled between her cheeks. It shot pleasure through her body, wetness pooling between her legs, but if she came too quickly, he'd punish her. Some nights, that was exactly what she wanted.
With the way he had looked at her at dinner, voice low and eyes burning as he told her exactly how he wanted to find her...tonight felt like one of those nights.
"Bunny? Have you been behaving?" Cass perked up at the sound of the door opening behind her. John reveled in the sight in silence for just a moment. Naked, on her knees, a fluffy white tail peeking out between her feet. Her hair was flowing down her back but if she turned around he would see her collar. John walked around so he was facing her and offered a hand, Cass taking it lightly and standing without a grimace even though he had left her their kneeling for quite awhile. "Let's look at that pretty little tail, my bunny." The palm of his hand slid up her back then pressed until her chest was resting against their bed. She sighed deeply.
"I promise I was good, Daddy." He hummed and twisted the tail in a lazy circle, her breath stuttering at the stimulation. His eyes were focused on the arousal dripping down her leg.
"Got yourself so wet, bunny, and didn't even come. Such a good little girl. You’re mine. All mine.” Cass snuggled her face into the soft blanket she was resting on and beamed with pride.
"Wanted to make you happy, Daddy."
"Oh, bunny, you make me so happy." John opened the drawer of the nightstand to his left and pulled her favorite vibrator from it. "So happy that I'm going to warm you up with your favorite toy. Would you like that, bunny?"
"Yes, Daddy." Her hips wiggled up into the air, tail standing proud, and John dropped to his knees behind her to get the right angle. His hands each wrapped around an ankle and spread them further apart.
John started at the lowest setting. Tracing it up and down her slit, almost groaning himself as it was quickly coated in her cum, a slight tremor in her legs at the sensation after working herself up all night. "My little bunny," he cooed as he dipped the toy inside of her and removed it just as quickly. "Your pretty little pussy is so empty. Needs to be filled up." Nodding was all she could do as he turned the toy up.
"Please. Please," she whimpered. The toy landed just close enough to the pearl of her clit that she felt the pleasure echoing throughout her body.
"If I let you come now, bunny, you have to promise me you'll come as many times as I ask tonight. That you won't let this pretty cunt tell you it's done. Do you promise?" It felt like making a deal with the devil. But she would prance her way into one of those any day.
"Yes, Daddy. I promise."
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Hypnosis Gone Wild
My buddies and I got tickets to the hottest show in town, a new up and coming hypnotist that has been getting rave reviews. Word has it, he even gets people to get naked in his shows. So of course we got front row seats. I'm kind of excited to get an eyeful. He picks audience members at random and has all sorts of hilarious things he does with them. So far things have been relatively tame, he got a big macho guy to sing Britney Spears at the top of his lungs and had an entire row make chicken noises anytime one of them laughed, which caused lots of chicken noises on repeat. So when I was randomly chosen next, I didn't hesitate to take the stage. My friends were hooting and hollering in support. What kind of memories was I about to be making?
When I joined him on the stage, he thanked me for agreeing to this and for signing the waiver. I laughed, what waiver? He explained to the audience that I'd have to go back stage to get my costume for my part of the show, so I followed a very cute assistant and the hypnotist behind the curtains.
I wasn't sure how it worked, but he explained to me and the audience that I'd fall asleep and he'd walk me through everything, and I would be basically following all his orders without realizing it, and that I'd "wake up" whenever he says "WOW!". I was skeptical, but the next thing I know I was out. He asked me to take my clothes off (still behind the curtains) and I complied. It was as if my body was now controlled by him. The audience squealed with excitement chanting: "take it off, take it off"! My buddies were clearly the loudest of the bunch. Was I really getting naked? As my hand slipped into my waistband and pulled my underwear down, it was obvious that I was. The cute assistant gasped a bit as he walked over and picked up my clothes. It's weird, it was like I knew what was happening, but didn't care. I was just doing what I was told. I was still aware enough to wonder what my costume was going to be. The hypnotist,almost as if reading my mind stepped back out on the stage through the curtains and asked the audience... "want to see his costume y'all"? And the crowd roared with loud agreements . "Come on out and join me sir!" Whaaaaaaat... Without even thinking... I walked out butt ass naked onto the stage and the entire crowd pulled out their cameras and started to take pictures of me. "Show of sir" and I immediately started posing and flexing. Showing off every inch of myself, and I mean EVERY inch... I even turned around and spread my cheeks and drummed a little pat on my behind as I turned to face the crowd with my balls dangling. My buddies were losing their minds. They couldn't believe that I, the shyest of the group, was doing this. I think I turned everyone into a believer. The hypnotist asked the audience, shall we wake him up? And everyone boo'ed and said no. "alright, then what shall I have this naked man do"? Someone from the very back yelled out "make him cum!" "Sounds like fun" the hypnotist agreed. "You heard the gentleman, cum for us sir". And before I knew it I was hard as could be stroking my cock in front of a packed house.
Moments later hot wet cum sprayed the front row including my best mate AND the jerk of a friend who had signed the waiver for me. Alright, quite the show tonight folks, I think it's time to let him in our little secret... And with that the hypnotist says "WOW"! And all of a sudden I find myself completely butt naked in front of a roaring crowd! Holy shit! Where are my clothes!?!
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So you know that Cliché of someone walking in on someone naked In Their room or something?
Could you do Sir pentious, Angel dust, Stolas, Asmodeus, reaction to seeing their, S/O naked, pre relationship.
Walking in on their future S/O naked
Sir Pentious
Pentious, despite his ever present air of confidence and dominance, was rather... clumsy, when it came to sexual encounters.
Now that's not to say he couldn't be a dirty snake~ but really, if you push the right buttons when he wasnt expecting it, he became a blushing doe.
It'd be a few months before you formerly started dating, but even then, you were practically inseparable, the two of you barely spent a moment a part.
Hell, you even lived with him, you were practically a couple.
But you weren't.
So it'd be after Sir Pent finally seized a rivals turf, when he'd burst into the manor the man absolutely brimming with pride.
And so, after pulling out a good bottle of wine, he rushed to your room, fully intending to celebrate with you.
And itd be with bottle in hand a set of glasses in the other, that he rushed up to your room.
Bursting the door open, he was moments from cheering 'Let's Celebrate' when he froze.
Because Stood before him. Was you.
Naked.
Naked as the day you were born.
Pentious. Didnt know what to do.
He wasn't ashamed to admit it, but he stared.
He stared hard.
Every eye on his body bulged as he stared at you. The man's jaw practically hitting the floor.
"Get out!" You snapped, covering yourself up.
That snapped him out of his stunned silence, the man freaking out and literally slithering over himself to get out of your room.
Of course, he'd burst into your room, and being the clutz he was, he took far longer than needed, eyes still on you the entire time as he tried to escape.
He eventually got out, you slamming the door behind him.
Pentious stood there flushed and embarrassed before your door, and as much as he tried to surpress it, he was aroused.
Youd leave your room several minutes later, and while the man tried to apologise, youd shush him, grabbing the wine, opening it before taking several deep chugs.
After that you celebrated his achievement, never bringing up what had just happened, but still having a good time together celebrating regardless.
It wouldn't be till later into your relationship that you'd bring it up, the both of you able to have a good laugh over your little run in.
Though it was clear to both of you that you were destined to end up together. The whole thing remaining a pleasant memory for the both of you.
Angel Dust
It'd be like any other day.
Angel, having finished the "redemption inspirations" Charlie assigned him.
And with Husk too drunk to pour drinks, and the spider hating to drink alone, would seek you out.
He'd reach your room quickly enough, and despite never knocking before in his life, he didn't knock, just walking into your room as he always did.
Walking in, the man casually walked over to your bed, falling back onto it, as he so often did, the spider spending many an hour in your room.
NOT LIKE THAT!
Though it's not like he hadn't asked. And offered. The man offering countless times. Honestly it was slightly annoying, but he didn't mind. You were friendly and for now that'll do.
For now.
But, so far all he'd gotten out of it was a very friendly friendship. The man really enjoying his time with you.
It'd be as he laid there, thinking about his day that he'd finally look around your room.
And that's when he'd fine you... staring at him, stood before your dresser.
Butt. Naked.
He looked over your body for a minute, before looking up, finding you staring right at him.
"Nice legs." He told you, turning onto his side with a smirk.
"Get Out!"
You shouted, covering yourself up.
The spider considered sticking around, but he wasn't that big of a dick, so he got up and left.
Of course, that wouldn't be the end of it, I mean, this is Angel were talking about.
He'd tease, prod, and offer too 'show you his so you'd be even.'
He'd keep it up, playfully teasing you until you finally ended up in bed together, the spider telling you the next morning.
"Now we're even."
Of course, that wasn't the end of it, he'd still bring it up.
The man was a constant tease, but now that you'd actually slept together, he'd do it less, the man having a while new variety of things to tease you with.
Stolas
It'd actually be on a shopping trip with the man when he'd first see your bareness form, devoid of a singular garb.
Now, Stolas always looked good, but after the divorce you felt he needed some new attire.
So, renting out a tailors shop, you'd spend the day getting him a new wardrobe. Trying on a myriad of outfits to find his 'new look'.
It'd be as he did that you'd regularly open the curtains before he was ready, wanting to see his attire.
And it'd be after a particularly silly outfit you insisted he'd wear, you laughing up a storm, that he'd force you to wear an outfit, something you'd agree to, simply our of the spirit of fairness.
So, picking out something he thought was funny, it'd be several moments after you stepped into the changing room, that he'd get an awful idea.
A wonderful, Awful, devious amd sinful idea.
And so, With a wicked grin, the man walked forwards and with a great big grin, he tore the curtain open.
Only, for you to be stood there, completely naked.
Turning to him, you'd simply raise a brow, and with the cock of your hip asked him simply.
"You mind?"
To which, as stolas does when embarrassed.
He freaked.
He sputtered and fumbled, squawking as he tried and failed to close the curtain before he froze up, simply turning around and running.
Youd close the curtain yourself, getting dressed, only to step out to an empty room.
It took a little searching, but you found him behind the large fainting couch, the man completely red faced.
Youd just roll your eyes, before asking him about your outfit. It took Stolas a minute, the Avian still blushing, but despite his blushing self, managed to laugh at the gaudy attire he'd chosen for you.
The rest of the day went well, choosing several outfits for the man, the two of you heading back to his manor.
It'd be after you arrived, dropping him off, the two of you speaking breifly before taking your leave, the two of you saying your goodbyes.
And itd be just as you were stepping into your Iimo that he'd ask if, maybe, you'd like to have dinner some time.
At first you thought he simply meant spending some time together, but you quickly realised what he meant, as he fumbled his words, a blush crossing his face.
Wearing a devious smile, you'd agree, telling him when to pick you up.
Youd of course end up together, after a few dates. And despite him still technically being on the rebound, you'd end up giving it a go, the two of you forming a deeply intimate relationship.
You were sure to bring up the little Incident, your favourite was of course getting naked before he enters a room, always giving him a show, the man steadily getting used to it.
More than a few hot and heavy make-out sessions, and even more royal romps started from those little 'surprises.'
Asmodeus
Well, I mean, how do you think this would go?
You were Asmodeus' assistant.
Well, his newest assistant.
Most don't really think about it, simply thinking it'd be Party time 24/7.
And yeah, it kinda was, but Asmodeus was a very, VERY busy Sin, and as such, required someone to manage his time.
But, as you may imagine, being in such an important and close position, it'd be only natural that you got Intimately familiar with the man. Though you did attempt to stay professional, something Asmodeus commended.
But the first time he saw your birthday suit was rather simple.
Working with Ozzie, you'd find yourself surrounded by deviance pretty much 24/7. And much to your pride, and growing frustration, you held yourself off from such actions.
Ignoring sin in favour of assisting your boss, regardless of the many, Many, MANY, times 'Ozzie' had offered for you to take some time off and have some "Fun".
But you'd resist, dedicating yourself to your work.
Unfortunately for you, that included being around sex, ALLLLL THE TIME!
As such, you'd get covered in fluids... sexual fluids. Often.
Very often.
As such, you found yourself changing out of some less than cleanly clothing multiple times a day.
And it'd be as you changed out of a lube soaked outfit that Ozzie would waltz into the office you used to change often, actually having several changes of clothes hidden in said office.
Youd pause, buck naked after cleaning yourself off, the man simply telling you something about a future meeting he wanted you to know.
The man as casual as ever as you stood there fully naked, the man going on for several minutes, trailing on about something or other, you couldn't really think of anything as you were frozen solid, horrified for being caught, literally, with your pants down.
Or rather off.
Several moments of silence passed before he stopped looking down at you, as someone if his stature tends to.
After a moment, the man seemingly realising you were in fact naked, he perked right up, a wicked grin stretching his odly shaped head.
"Well, well, well~ what do we have here?"
He purred, leaning down, you blushing up a storm, weakly attempting to cover yourself up.
"It ain't nothing I haven't seen before... but if you'd like I could strip down so your not alone~"
He circled you like a bird of Prey, the man ending up behind you, whispering in your ear. "But you've been such a hard-working little demon, I feel a... Reward is earned~"
Now... a lesser person would have done the professional thing and gotten dressed, before returning back to work.
But you... You fucked your boss in that office. Or rather, He fucked you, in that office.
Like a real Assistant would.
That of course would only be the first of many such "meetings" in that office, your FWB relationship with your boss steadily blooming into something more intimate.
Of course, you kept that under wraps, but behind closed doors, you steadily formed a genuine relationship between the two of you.
You of course, kept working hard, but now you indulged. Especially with Asmodeus, you becoming his Right Hand. Indulging in every Sin your employer/Lover indulged in.
Though, the best indugences were behind closed doors. The Sin often texting you to meet him in that office, the one that started it all, the Sin always expecting you to be buck naked, and well, you didnt want to disappoint. That dinky little office becoming your unofficial 'rendezvous' point, the two of you breaking in every position, counter-top, chair and table in that room. The two of you lewd and in love~
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Smutty Saturday Sex with Daddy
I was just finishing up my shift behind the bar when the scent of sandalwood made me look up as in walked Daddy George. He was scruffy as usual, but terribly handsome. He smiled at me and my stomach fluttered as my heart beat faster. The world was a brighter and better place when Daddy smiled and my panties were suddenly soaking wet. "Hey, Daddy." I know I was grinning, but god almighty, I was happy to see him. I handed him the key to my room. "I'm almost finished. I'll be right up." I watched him go up the stairs, admiring his ass. For an older guy, it was fucking sexy, even in his old man jeans. I caught myself as my hand started to go down the waistband of my trousers. I threw my cloth in the bin, made certain the door was locked and hurried up to George. I might have only been 18, but I knew I had a real man. Even if it was just for the summer, i meant to enjoy every second i could spend with my Daddy. My lover. My George. He was sitting on the edge of my bed. "Come 'er, baby girl." I walked across the room and stood in front of him. Slowly and silently he took off my clothes until i was naked. I shivered in anticipation. I never knew what George would do, but i did know I'd end up cumming. Many times. I just didn't know if it would be his mouth or his fingers or his big hard cock that would get me off. I whimpered as his fingers caressed my cheek then drifted down my collar bone and glided over my breasts then back to tug and pull and pinch my nipples into hard peaks. He palmed the tips with his calloused hands, then drifted down my tummy to my pussy. I'd waxed myself clean, because Daddy loved my bare smooth mound. I hoped he would eat me, my clit longed for a good sucking. His fingers rubbed and stroked. I was so wet they glided effortlessly between my legs. I had to put my hands on Daddy's shoulders, my knees were like jelly. Then his hands were cupping my ass, and he pulled me closer and his mouth was sucking my nipples . I ran my fingers through his hair. Thick lovely hair, that was going sexily gray. He rubbed his stubble over my tits and i pressed my pussy against his chest. "Lie down , baby girl. I crawled into the bed and lay in my back, folding my arms behind my head as i watched Daddy take off his clothes. First his flannel shirt. Then a tee shirt with Paul McCartney's face and then a plain white T shirt. Next he took off his shoes and socks then unfastened his jeans and stepped out of them and tossed them onto the chair in the corner. I loved looking at his cock. I couldn't stop staring. He wrapped his hand around himself and pumped away, the foreskin pulling back to expose the glistening head. "Can i suck you, Daddy?" I begged. "No, girl. Not yet." He got in bed with me and pulled me in top of him and finally we were kissing. Long deep kisses that didn't end as our hands exploded each other's bodies as our tongues probed and intertwined, teeth nipping lips, biting necks. Whispering words of love and delight. "Daddy, please will you spank me?" We were suddenly out of the bed. George sat on the chair ignoring his jeans, he took my wrist and pulled me over his knees and started my spanking. He did it just like i had showed him. First he'd rub a cheek, then slap my ass. Then the other cheek and another hard spank. Over and over until my ass was burning and I was crying for him to stop. But i didn't want him to stop. I wanted more. But Daddy told me to get on the bed and kneel with my ass up high.
I could only obey. I hoped a good fucking from behind was coming, but Daddy was fumbling in his pants. "Your ass will like this," he told me and held out a butt plug. It looked huge. "No, Daddy. That's too big," I sobbed. But his fingers were rubbing my asshole. And I felt him spit and rub some more. It felt so good and I widened my legs. "Pull your cheeks apart!" I obeyed. I reached back and spread my cheeks wide and felt George slowly push the plug up my asshole until i was full. "Daddy, it hurts!" And he gave me a sharp slap on my aching ass. He laid be side me, jacking his cock until it was standing straight up. "Get on my hard cock," he growled. "Daddy wants that pussy!" I climbed on and soon his cock filled my hole and my ass was full and I wanted more. His hands guided my hips up and slammed
Me down hard over and over his cock up my pussy as far as it would go . "Play with your tits," he ordered and I obeyed. His fingers rubbed my clit. I was groaning and crying and screaming his name. "Please, Daddy. I want to cum!" Daddy rubbed my clit harder. "Kiss me when you're ready," he murmured. And before i exploded, I leaned over and found his mouth with mine. We came long and hard. His jizz filled me up and thfn poured out of me. We hugged a long time. Then I rolled off and as he cuddled me he pulled the plug out of my ass. I heard it hit the floor. We lay entwined, breathing deeply. He kissed my neck. "George, you forgot to eat my pussy," I whined just a little. "Shhhh. Go to sleep. I'll need breakfast." I pulled his hand and put it between my legs. We were both wet with love juices. "Daddy, will you wear a belt tomorrow?" I felt my eyes grow heavy. His arms tightened around me. The last thing i remember was a very soft "Yes." whispered in my ear.
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