#like if he could he'd walk around butt naked

[cyrankaa]

okay but I refuse to believe Ronan isn't the type to treat wearing clothes like some kind of a targeted torture against him

[mphoenix-7]

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. 

"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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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: 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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"I'm coming!" he yelled out. 

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. 

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. 

"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. 

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. 

Less feisty, a lot quieter, shorter and as cunning as you could be. 

"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?" 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. 

"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. 

You seemed so done with both of them and immediately replied, "No." 

You lied, he took notice of it. 

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. 

"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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✨️ACOTAR Booty Headcanons✨️

💕Peep the thigh headcanons here💕

Warnings - Butts. Fanart of butts. Nakey butts. Bubble butts. Lady butts. Man butts.

Up next? ✨️ Hands ✨️

✨️Body Headcanons Masterlist✨️ Master Masterlist ✨️

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 🫠🫠

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 🫠

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.

[enbyenvy666]

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?

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

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. 

“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?” 

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. 

“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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

“We just have a movie and dinner to get through.”

[enmstorytime]

The Amusement Park Chapter 3

My husband and I weaved through the crowded amusement park, my hand in his, my eyes on the ground, as he guided us. I could not afford to look up. The sun shine and breeze on my bare torso and the memory of the hot ginger dilf had made me too horny to handle seeing anyone else in the park. My mind kept playing through different possibilities, but as long as I didn't look at a specific man and wish his clothes away, the magic wouldn't happen.

I thought of the Chris Evans looking security guard my husband had told me about, and I imagined melting Chris Evan clothes away like that scene in Fantastic Four, only there would be no coat to hold around his crotch.

I thought about catching the ginger dilf before the security guard. Maybe in another world we'd sneak him to a bathroom where my husband and I could hide him in a stall, and promise to buy him clothes in exchange for letting us suck him off.

Without having that fantasy of getting to touch the dilf, I wondered where he was in reality. Had the security guard led him out of the park? Had he been banned? Or had security taken pity on him? Had his wife had to fork over too much money to buy him mismatched clothing that he could wear around the park for the rest of the day. I couldn't help but resent the universe a little. In a perfect world, that dilf would be allowed (forced is a better word here) to walk around the park for the rest of the day without his clothes. HIs wife would have to roll her eyes and get used to the world staring down what she probably assumed was hers and only hers to see. And he would have to wander around the park, his pale hairy skin practically glowing in the sunlight. How much sunscreen would he have to use? Would I have the balls to offer to help him get his back?

"I have an idea," my husband whispered in my ear. "What if I tell you when to look up?"

He pulled me into a line for one of the roller coasters. I imagined a man directly in front of us for the whole time we stood in line standing patiently in front of us, butt naked because I melted his clothing. I imagined us chatting with him, as we waited for the ride, his penis dangling in front of us, a shy hand rubbing the back of his neck, with a slight blush on his cheeks. At first, he'd cover his cock, but my husband and I would reassure him we'd both seen plenty of penises before and his was beautiful. But I knew that wouldn't work. In my twelve years of having this gift, I'd never met a man who remailed calm after his clothes vanished from his body.

I imagined the conversation that could put a man at ease: Hey man, I don't want you to be surprised, but I think you're incredibly sexy. It's my birthday, and for whatever reason, the universe has given me the power to dissolve other men's clothes. I'd love to dissolve every single part of your clothing off of your sexy body. You shouldn't have to hide all that beauty. Who would give me the opportunity to say all of that? And even if I said all of that, who would believe me?

The line took twenty minutes as my husband held my hand leading me through the line, while my mind played through the scenario of meeting a man who would be flattered by my interest, and willing to just stand around so I could soak up all the beauty of his naked flesh.

An attendant led me and my husband to the gates to board the ride. There were two men in front of us (I could tell by the shoes and the hairy calves, before I quickly bounced my eyes away from them to a spot of empty ground). The gates opened, and my husband pulled me forward as the two men stepped through the gates to board the two-seater ride.

"Now," my husband whispered.

My gut clenched. I didn't know which one of the two that my husband meant, and as I looked up, I took them both in, realizing we had spent the entire line standing behind another gay couple. They were what we would call, "boyfriend twins." Two twinks, with the haircut fade, lean, lanky bodies, clean shaven faces. Hairless arms and legs.

This was going to cost me, but their lap bar was down, the ride music had started, they'd be gone in seconds.

And they'd ride the entire ride naked.

Both of them.

I only saw a flash of their bare skin as they squealed about their suddenly naked state of being. The ride launched them away. I imagined their cocks bouncing against their thighs and against the lap bar, as they flew up the first hill, then down, through a few barrel rolls, a loop, more ups and downs. They screamed the whole way.

My husband laughed beside me, but I wasn't laughing. My shoes, socks, and shorts had all vanished. I was standing in my underwear. Thankfully, all of my underwear (the boxer shorts over briefs over a jockstrap) had stayed, and I wasn't mooning anyone behind us.

There was commotion on the platform around us. The attendants had realized that two of their passengers had had their clothing melted off of them. So had everyone waiting to board the ride. Their clothes had been present one second, gone the next. Now we were all staring waiting for the naked men to return.

And once they returned, it was a matter of time before people realized I was very close to joining them in their nudity. If I wasn't careful, I would be getting a taste of my own medicine very soon.

[the-ace-with-spades]

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 🤷🏻‍♂️

[icycoldninja]

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.

■ Vergil ■

-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.

□ Nero □

-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.

● V ●

-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.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

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!"  

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.  

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.  

"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.  

"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.

[kenny-the-ken]

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.

[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 11

Part 1 Next

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.

Taglist:

@fleur-a-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @whumped-by-glitter @whump-writings @mimostic @tildeathiwillwrite

Whumped-by-glitter thank you for the writing assistance for the first half of this chapter!

[thedeviltohisangel]

"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."

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Hungry like the Wolf

A Stoncy fanfiction

A/N: I've been working on this for a while, I'm hoping it's just a two parter.

Part One

Fall

August 30th, 1985, Around Midnight

The full moon would be here soon, Steve thought. It would be his second time transitioning in the privacy of Hopper's rundown cabin. . .second time turning all together. It was the only place he could turn without worrying about anyone walking in on him. At least, he got to keep mind during the transformations, he thought, but it was going to hurt. Steve’s eyes watched the clock on the wall. . .the hands ticking by slowly.

Tick. . .tick. . .tick. . .tick. . .okay, here we go. . .

Steve had already shed his clothing, so when he started to turn, he was already naked. He got down onto all fours as he body began to make the necessary adjustments to turn him into a wolf. He couldn't help it when his bones began to shift. . .when they cracked and bent, Steve Harrington screamed. He could hear Robin and Dustin from outside, whispering to each other. They both insisted on being there to help him through it, even though he insisted he was fine, but he had to admit, it made it easier.

"It's alright, Steve," they whispered to him. "We're here."

Finally, Steve made it through the horrifying ordeal with the full moon now hung high in the sky. He padded over to the broken mirror. Hazel green eyes now with flecks of yellow. His chestnut hair was still perfect as usual, and he had to admit he loved the fact that it was all over his body. He also loved his fluffy tail. He grinned, his pink tongue rolling out in a pant, as he wagged said fluffy tail. Yeah, he was a handsome wolf. He headed towards the door and pushed it open with his paws. Paws that were as big as his hands. Robin and Dustin gasped at the sight of him, just like last time. He jumped off the porch and started bouncing around them in excitement. Their giggles only encouraged his behavior.

"Hey, buddy!" Dustin grinned as he patted Steve’s back. "I got something for you."

Steve leaned forward on his front paws like he'd seen dogs do, his butt high in the air as he wagged his tail. Dustin pulled a yellow tennis ball out of his pocket. Steve sat on his butt with a huff and gave Dustin a look that said he wasn't impressed.

"I told you he wouldn't find it funny," Robin laughed.

Steve stared at him before jumping up and nudged Dustin's hand before jumping back to wait.

"See? He wants me to throw it," Dustin said.

Dustin threw the ball as far as he could. Steve practically flew through the air as he chased after it. Steve panted, enjoying the rush he felt, the adrenaline, and goddamn. . .He had run faster than he had ever done so as a human. He grabbed the ball to rush back to Dustin when he got a sent in the air. . .two of them. They were far but not that far off, and they were calling to him. Steve dropped the ball and chased after the scent.

"Steve!" He heard them call from behind him, but he ignored them.

The trees, the bushes. . .everything rushed by him in a blur as he raced towards the wonderful smell. There was no way that Robin and Dustin would be able to catch up to him. He was lost in the scent. Finally, he skidded to a stop near. . .Skull Rock? That's when Steve hard the voices. Steve walked through the trees and peered through the branches to look at the couple who arrived. Shit. Nancy and Jonathan at Skull Rock? Steve sniffed the air. The smell was coming from them. He didn't want to eat them. He just wanted to be around them. . .be closer to them.

"Nancy, did Steve take you here?" Jonathan asked.

"Once or twice, and I really wanted to take you here before you left," Nancy said.

"I don't know. . .isn't it weird to bring me to the same place that Steve has been?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, by that logic you shouldn't have fucked me," Nancy said in amusement and put her hands between her legs. "Steve’s been here, too."

"That's, uh, different," Jonathan said.

"Is it, though?" Nancy asked.

She pushed Jonathan up against the rock, kissing him. Suddenly, Steve felt awkward about watching them. He had to let them know he was there or otherwise he would be pulling a Jonathan. Although, what were they doing here in the middle of the night? What was that about Jonathan leaving? Steve shook his head, barked, and bounded through the trees, making himself known. They jumped apart pretty quickly.

"Oh, a dog! He's beautiful," Nancy said.

Steve grinned, opening his mouth and letting his tongue roll out. Nancy was about to approach him when Jonathan pulled her back.

"Nance, that's not a dog. That's a wolf," Jonathan said.

"Jonathan, don't be ridiculous. There aren't any wolves in Hawkins," Nancy replied.

"Yeah, and up until a couple of years ago, we didn't know there was another world under Hawkins either," he pointed out.

"That's true," she said, frowning, and then she smiled. "Well, he looks like a very friendly wolf."

Despite Jonathan's protests, Nancy approached Steve. She held out her hand for him to sniff. Steve did so and also gave her fingers a few licks. Nancy giggled before placing her hand on his head and petting him. Steve leaned into her touch, enjoying the feeling of her fingernails dragging gently through his fur and lightly against his skin. Nancy sat on the ground, letting Steve rest his head on her knee.

"Nancy. . .," Jonathan said softly.

"Come here and pet him," Nancy said. "Please?"

Jonathan sat down next to Nancy and ran his fingers through his coat. Steve looked at Jonathan, studying him. He should hate him. . .but he can't seem to find it in his heart to do so. Steve knew that Nancy and Jonathan never intended to hurt him, yet they did. Looking at Jonathan, it was weird because there was a part of Steve that wished that he would look at him in the same way that he looked at Nancy. He just wanted Jonathan to see him, to see that he does care.

"He does have a beautiful coat," Jonathan said and paused. "I miss Chester."

"Let's take him back to your house," Nancy said. "We can take care of him."

Steve raised his head up. He liked where this was going. . .he wanted to be around them more but he also knew it wasn't a good idea.

"And sneak him past my mother?" Jonathan asked.

"She's going to be asleep, Jonathan," Nancy said.

"And what about in the morning?" Jonathan asked.

"We'll sneak him out before she wakes up," Nancy said. "We both could use the comfort of a warm, cozy animal."

Steve knew that he should leave, but he was also hungry. His stomach gave him away.

"You hungry, boy?" Jonathan asked.

Steve licked his lips and then Jonathan's hand.

"I think that's a yes," Nancy giggled. "Come in, we should give this handsome guy some food."

"You know. . .there's something familiar about this wolf," Jonathan said.

"I was thinking that, too," Nancy said and stroked the top of his head. "He reminds me of Steve."

Steve sat up at attention, looking at them in surprise.

"What word got your attention, buddy?" Jonathan asked. "Steve?"

Steve cocked his head to the side and stood up completely.

"I think he likes that name. Do you want that to be your name?" Nancy cooed, scratching behind his ear. "Steve?"

Steve closed his eyes and leaned into the scratches. No, he should really get back to Dustin and Robin. But he wanted to be with Nancy and Jonathan even more. . .ugh, those scratches felt delightful.

"Come on, Steve," Jonathan said and grinned. "I guess I can't say no to you or Nancy. Let's get you something to eat."

Food. Steve’s stomach growled. Well, a guy has to eat. He followed Jonathan and Nancy back to Jonathan's car, hopping quickly into the backseat when Jonathan gestured for him to do it.

"He listens well," Nancy said. "He's pretty smart, too. He seems domesticated. Do you think he belongs to anybody?"

"He's a wolf, Nancy," Jonathan said. "I doubt anyone in Hawkins is keeping a wolf as a pet."

"Up until two years ago, we didn't know there was another world under Hawkins," Nancy said, mocking Jonathan's voice.

"Okay, okay, maybe he does," he said. "And I don't sound like that."

Steve snorted.

"He's laughing at you, babe," Nancy said. "I think Steve agrees with me."

"He's a dog," Jonathan rolled his eyes.

"He's a wolf," Nancy said in the same mocking tone, and Steve snorted again. "Yeah, he's definitely laughing at you."

Jonathan snuck Steve and Nancy through the back door, checking first to make sure that his family was asleep. Jonathan chopped up leftover pork chops into a bowl and placed it on the floor in front of Steve along with a water bowl. Steve gave him a doubtful look. He's had Nancy and Joyce's cooking before.

"Don't worry, Jonathan made it," Nancy said.

"Like he knows that you and my mother are terrible cooks," Jonathan whispered.

"I think he does," she said in amusement when Steve started to eat.

Once Steve ate and got some water, he headed off towards Jonathan's room. He needed a nap. . .just a little one, and then he'll go.

"Hey, come back here," Jonathan whispered.

Steve nudged Jonathan's door open, hopped on the bed, and made himself comfortable right in the middle. He rested his head on the pillows and made himself as small as possible.

"Aw, look he's tired and he made room for the both of us," Nancy said.

"How did he know this was my room, anyway?" Jonathan asked.

"Probably by smell," Nancy replied. "Come on, Steve has the right idea."

Steve heard them close the door and then dress down before slipping into the bed on either side of him.

"We're sleeping with a wild animal, Nancy," Jonathan said.

"And aren't we lucky?" Nancy asked.

"We probably should have gotten him checked out first," he said.

"Probably, but we've already interacted with him so. . .," Nancy said. "Would you rather sleep with human Steve?"

"Yeah, because at least there's a chance that we'd have sex," Jonathan said and Steve's ears perked up.

What?

"Oh, there's plenty of time for that," Nancy said.

"When are we going to tell him?" Jonathan asked.

"Soon," Nancy muttered. "I just need to figure out what I'm going to say to him, first. It has to be perfect."

Steve looked at her confused before laying his head back, breathing heavily. Even though he wanted to ask her what she meant by that, he couldn't. Steve closed his eyes. He felt like he should be doing something.

"Good night, pretty boy," Jonathan whispered.

The next morning. . .

Nancy could feel the sun against her eyelids, and she did not want to open her eyes. She reached a hand out and smiled, feeling Jonathan's skin against her hand. She loved it when he didn't wear a shirt to bed. Nancy moved her hand down his back and frowned. That didn't feel like Jonathan's back. . .that felt like. . .Nancy's eyes snapped open and came face to face with a sleeping naked Steve in Jonathan's bed. Nancy gasped.

"Nancy?" Jonathan asked sleepily and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Is something wrong?"

"Uh, Jonathan, open your eyes and look down," Nancy said.

Jonathan looked down and stumbled out of the bed when he saw Steve laying there.

"When did Steve. . .what the fuck?!" Jonathan exclaimed.

Steve yawned and stretched, sitting up. He blinked sleepily at them.

"Good morning," Steve said.

"Steve. . .how. . .how did you get here, and why are you naked?" Nancy asked.

"Don't you remember? You brought me here," Steve said, rubbing his eyes.

"We brought home a wolf last night, so, unless you can turn into a wolf. . .," Nancy said.

That's when Steve really woke up. He cursed and moved to the end of the bed, pooling the blankets around himself.

"Shit, I wasn't ready to tell you guys yet," Steve cursed again. "I knew I should have gone home last night. You guys just smelled so good. Not like, I want to eat you, but like, I just want to be around you more."

"You can turn into a wolf," Jonathan said dumbly and plopped down beside him.

"Since when?" Nancy asked, moving to sit beside him as well.

"Since Starcourt," Steve said. "The stupid Russians wanted to make me obedient, but even they didn't know what they gave me. I guess they translated the message left behind wrong on whatever they found, and instead of studying it, they decided to shoot me full of it. I was certainly surprised when the first full moon came, and I transformed. Robin and Dustin happened to be spending the night at my house when it happened. It hurt like a son of a bitch, still does, except not so much apparently when I change back."

"You should have told us," Nancy said.

"What could you have done?" He asked. "There's no way to stop the pain, and I doubt there's a cure."

"We could have been there for you," Jonathan said and placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Joyce came in. She froze at the sight of a very naked Steve sitting between a shirtless Jonathan and Nancy, who was only wearing Jonathan's shirt.

"I heard voices. . .I thought you said that you were going to be out all night," Joyce said.

"Change of plans," he said sheepishly. "Mom, this isn't - ,"

"Oh, honey, I'm happy with whatever makes you happy, and he's just another person to love you," Joyce said. "No judgments from me."

"Mom!" Jonathan exclaimed. "No, that's what - he was a dog last night!"

"Oh, Jonathan, I'm supportive, but I don't need to know the details or what positions," she replied.

Jonathan glared at Nancy and Steve when they laughed.

"Mom! I swear this isn't what it looks like!" He protested.

"Oh, sweetheart. . .if you're not ready to tell me. . .you know, sometimes, I sleepwalk, and I don't remember a damn thing when I do," Joyce said and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Nancy and Steve collapsed in a fit of giggles.

"I hate you," Jonathan laughed.

"Shit!" Steve cursed, sitting up. "Dustin and Robin!"

A while later. . .

Jonathan and Nancy pulled up to the cabin, Steve rushing to get out of the car. He was in a pair of Jonathan's sweats and a t-shirt. They didn't quite fit, but it was enough. Robin and Dustin burst out of the cabin. Their eyes were red from crying.

"Where the hell were you?!" Robin yelled and threw her arms around his neck.

"You scared the hell out of us," Dustin said. "Never do that again!"

"What the hell happened?" Robin asked.

Jonathan and Nancy got out of the car, leaning against it, watching Robin with her arms still wrapped around Steve. He quickly explained to them what happened and profusely apologized for it, pulling Dustin into the hug as well.

"Well, we got you food. . .it's nothing but eggos, so you're just going to have to deal with that. . .asshole," Dustin said affectionately.

They stormed back inside, with Dustin coming up with theories about why Nancy and Jonathan smelled so good to Steve. He was about to follow them when Nancy pulled him back.

"Steve. . .you and Robin. . .," she trailed off.

"How close are you?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh! Robin and I are just friends. . .platonic with a capital p!" Steve exclaimed with a grin.

"And you're sure about that?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Steve asked.

"No reason," Nancy and Jonathan said together.

"So, uh, I didn't think to ask," Nancy said. "But do you want to find a cure?"

"I know that it's probably strange. . .but not really. I'm no longer partially deaf. My eyesight is better than ever, as well as my other senses, and I'm really strong," Steve said. "For the most part, I'm in control of my abilities. I really like it even though I've only transformed twice. . .there's a certain freedom in running as a wolf under the moonlight. . .through the trees. . .it's hard to describe how amazing it is."

"You said that it's painful to transform?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, that's the one thing that I wish I could change, but other than that," Steve said, smiling. "There's nothing like it."

"So, no clue why we smell so good to you?" Jonathan asked.

"None," Steve said.

"Well, maybe next time, Jonathan and I can go with you to the next full moon?" Nancy asked.

"If you want," Steve said. "By the way, what was it that you wanted to tell me? You mentioned something about that last night."

"Uh," Jonathan said, blushing. "We'll tell you later."

Steve smirked.

"You guys still smell really good when I'm in my human form," Steve said and grinned when they blushed.

Two weeks later. . .

Steve was looking around his living room, cursing as he tried to find the remote. Nancy and Jonathan were helping him.

"What's the point of my abilities if they can't find things?!" Steve exclaimed as he pulled up the cushions.

"I think they're supposed to be for hunting other animals," Nancy said.

"Listen," Steve said, gesturing with the cushions. "It takes everything I have not to chase after a squirrel. They're too cute. I'm not going to be responsible for killing Bambi or his mother."

"Yeah. I wouldn't make it long as a werewolf," Jonathan said.

"Luckily, Dustin found a way to put those hunting instincts towards something else," Steve said.

"Dog toys, though?" Nancy asked in amusement.

"It's effective," Steve said.

The three of them have been hanging out a lot over the last couple of weeks, with Robin occasionally joining them.

"By the way, I should thank you," Jonathan said. "Because my mother thinks the three of us are together, she's reconsidering making us move. Apparently, she doesn't have the heart to make her kids leave so many people they care about behind."

"You guys were going to move?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, that's what we wanted to talk to you about," Nancy said and looked at Jonathan. "That and other things."

Steve watched them. Nancy looked at Jonathan, giving him an encouraging look. Jonathan glanced at Nancy before shaking his head and looking at Steve. Nancy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Jonathan was backing down from something. Steve placed the cushions back down on the couch and sat back, resting on his knees. Kneeling before them, he looked at them both.

"Did I tell you that Robin and Dustin have a theory about why you smell so good to me?" Steve asked.

"No," Nancy said.

"Well, Dustin thinks along with my other senses that my emotions have been heightened as well. It's why I've been more protective of the kids and of Robin lately," Steve said. "And it's why I want to be around you more because before I was a werewolf, I had such strong feelings for both of you because of what happened between us. Dustin thinks it's purely out of friendship, but Robin thinks differently."

"And which one is right?" Nancy asked.

Steve swallowed thickly as he continued to gaze at them, still on his knees.

"Robin, definitely Robin," he replied. "And it made me realize something else, I want to belong to myself, too, but I also want to belong to you. . .to both of you. I want to be yours. I don't want to be obedient to anyone else but you, and when I think about you telling me what to do, not all the time, but sometimes. . .it's, uh. . ."

"Exciting?" Jonathan asked, his cheeks red and his eyes dark.

They moved closer to him. Nancy cupped his jaw, rubbing her thumb across his skin.

"Ours. . .yeah, definitely," Nancy said. "Jonathan?"

"You belong with us," Jonathan agreed softly.

Nancy squeezed Steve’s jaw gently and looked at him fiercely, her eyes just as dark as Jonathan's.

"Take off our clothes," Nancy demanded.

"Please," Jonathan said.

The warmth in Steve's stomach turned into a blazing fire. He loved the way they each made demands of him, each so differently. Jonathan was soft while Nancy was hard, and they both matched what Steve needed, but he also knew that they could reverse the roles when they needed to, but in this moment, it was just right. The remote lay forgotten underneath the other couch while Steve got busy taking off Nancy and Jonathan's clothing.

"Wait," Steve said, pausing. "What was it that you wanted to tell me?"

"That we fucking love you," Jonathan laughed.

The end of September. . .

The end of September brought another full moon, and with it, another transformation. Nancy and Jonathan came with him last time, chasing him playfully through the woods. That one had ended much like this one, with Jonathan and Nancy both making love to him. Except this time, they were underneath Skull Rock and not on the floor of Hopper's cabin. Steve had been too caught up with Jonathan kissing him and the both of them running his hands down his naked body. All of his senses were overwhelmed. He didn't hear it until it was, too late.

"I know it should be here somewhere - oh fuck!" They heard a voice yell. "Sorry! I didn't think anyone would be here! I didn't see anything!"

Steve broke away with a growl, and he could feel his eyes flashing yellow. He grabbed a pair of sweats from Jonathan's backpack and ran off after the person. This person was fast, but even in human form, Steve was faster than ever before. He tackled the person to the ground and let out a howl, letting Nancy and Jonathan know that he caught the guy. He flipped him over, his eyes fading back to normal.

"What the fuck, man?" Eddie Munson asked. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Steve growled and sat on Eddie, waiting for his owners.

"Don't move," Steve said.

"Look, I'm not going to judge you for whatever you've got going on with Wheelers and Byers - ," Eddie said.

Steve smelled Nancy and Jonathan before he heard them approach.

"Steve, get off of him!" Nancy commanded.

"He saw us!" Steve growled again.

"And we'll deal with that. Come to us!" Nancy yelled.

Steve huffed and got up off of Eddie. He stood in between Nancy and Jonathan.

"Good boy," Jonathan said and patted him on the butt.

"What the hell is he?" Eddie asked.

"I'm their boyfriend," Steve scoffed.

"Yeah, no, I got that, very clearly," Eddie rolled his eyes. "No, I mean why the fuck did your eyes turn yellow and why did you make those strange growling sounds?"

Steve cocked his head to the side, studying him and smelling him. He knew that Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas had already found a place among Hellfire. They had all bragged about his skills as a dungeon master and the fact that he had taken them under his wing. The kids were starting to trust him, and judging by the way he started to smell to Steve, like Robin, he would soon become a part of this pack.

"I'm a werewolf," Steve said.

"What?!" Eddie shrieked. "Fuck off, you're kidding me?!"

"Steve, are you sure about this?" Nancy asked.

"I can smell him. He can be trusted not to say anything," Steve said. "Right?"

"Of course, I mean, it's not like anyone is going to believe me," Eddie said. "How many people know about this?"

"Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Robin Buckley," Steve said. "Of course, these two and Jonathan's mom knows now as well as his siblings."

"Okay," Eddie said. "So, how the fuck did you get turned in a werewolf or were you just born that way?"

"I got turned, and that's all you need to know," Steve said.

"The only thing you also need to know is that strange things happen in this town, Eddie," Nancy said.

"And we're usually the ones who stop them," Jonathan said.

"We also usually kill them, but in this case. . .," Nancy said, grinning at Steve. "We like fucking this one. He belongs to us."

"And you're okay with that?" Eddie asked, looking at Steve as he finally stood up.

"Yeah, I like being theirs," Steve smiling softly.

"We have a connection because of Steve. We all belong to each other as much as we belong to ourselves, and we make it work," Nancy said. "Steve prefers to be obedient."

"So. . .it's a sex thing?" Eddie asked.

"And an intimacy thing," Nancy replied. "Feeling like you're not alone is one thing, but knowing you're not. . . it. . .it's something else."

She ran her fingers through Steve’s hair, enjoying the way he melted under her touch. Steve knew that it was just as much of a power trip for Nancy and that she loved making them both weak under her touch.

"Wow," Eddie said.

"We're freaks," Steve smiled proudly.

"The best people usually are," Jonathan said, and Eddie couldn't help but laugh in agreement, pausing for a moment to drink it all in.

"So, did anyone find a lighter?" Eddie asked, shaking his head. "I lost mine the other day. . .I didn't think anyone would be out here this early."

After Jonathan gave him the lighter he found, Eddie parted from them with promises to keep their secret. Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan watched him walk off.

"Yeah, I don't think we can come back here again," Steve said.

"But you loved it here, it's where you found us," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I know, we can still do it in the woods, but maybe we should keep it to the woods around Hopper's place," Steve said.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Nancy said.

Who knows? Maybe the next person who stumbled upon them wouldn't be so understanding as Eddie.

A month later. . .

Steve burst into the Byers new house. They had just moved into the four bedroom, so there were still boxes scattered around. He managed to avoid them and ran into the kitchen where Jonathan was helping El with her homework.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think to knock," Steve said.

"I keep telling you that you don't have to," Jonathan said.

"Robin and I have finally found a job," Steve said sitting next to Jonathan.

"That's great. You two have been searching a while for someone to take you both," Jonathan said. "What's the job?"

"Family Video," Steve replied.

"Okay. . .but no giving my brother and his friends free videos, okay?" Jonathan asked and smirked when Steve gave him a surprised look. "Yeah, I know you helped them sneak into horror movies at Starcourt."

"Well, you know if Mike wants something, both El and Will can inflate their eyes. . .you just end up caving," Steve said. "Luckily, El wasn't there, or I'd end up just handing over my wallet."

"We do not inflate our eyes," El said but she was smiling.

"You do," Jonathan laughed. "You totally do."

"Still think I'm cute?" Steve asked Jonathan.

"Unfortunately, yeah," Jonathan said and kissed his cheek. "Try to be stronger next time."

"Steve?" El asked.

"Yeah?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" El asked, causing Jonathan and Steve to both smile at her.

"Oh. . .you know, I haven't really thought about it. I mean, I have thought about being a basketball coach," Steve said.

"Lucas said you would be great at that," El said.

"He did?" Steve asked.

"Yes, he has enjoyed playing with you," El replied.

"You could be a teacher, you know," Jonathan said.

"Yeah, right," Steve scoffed.

"Don't do that," Jonathan said. "You'd be a great teacher."

"How?" He asked.

"Well, you're really great at simplifying things for other people," he replied.

"You mean dumbing things down?" Steve asked.

"You are not dumb," El scowled and tapped him on the nose with her pencil.

"My sister's right, Steve, you aren't dumb. You look at something, make sense of it, and make it easier for other people," Jonathan said softly. "Nancy and I both wish you would believe in yourself more. It doesn't make you any less smart because you don't know something other people do. There are plenty of things that you know that we don't. You're a genius when it comes to statistics."

"You really helped me with my math the other day," El pointed out.

"Oh, that was - ," Steve started to say.

"Something that I did not know," El said.

"A math teacher and a basketball coach?" Jonathan asked. "That might be something to think about, too."

"You and Nancy just want to see me in those shorts," Steve said, and El snorted with laughter.

"There is absolutely nothing in it for us," Jonathan said seriously.

"Yeah, right," Steve said. "Even if I wanted to. . .I didn't get into college, let alone trade school."

"No, you didn't get into an Ivy league, but there are plenty of colleges that are reputable that aren't ivy, hell, they aren't even universities," Jonathan said. "You didn't apply to those because of your father. It was either the top or the bottom for him, although, of course, he considers trade school to be at the bottom. . .Hey, I know what it's like to have your father's voice try to live inside your head. Kick that fucker out. You don't know if you can do something until you try."

"I love you," Steve said fondly.

"I love you, too," Jonathan said.

"Maybe you, Nancy, and Robin can help me look through colleges together later," Steve said, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, now you're trying to convince me to think about going to NYU," Jonathan said.

"All's fair in love and war, baby," Steve said. "Besides, it's been your dream since you like six, right?"

"Dreams can change," Jonathan said. "I never dreamed I would fall in love with both Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington at the same time, but I have. Sometimes, things don't always work out like you thought it would, and sometimes, things work out better than you ever dreamed. Whatever happens, whatever feels right at the time. . .I'll decide then. I'm not even sure that I even want to pursue NYU anymore. . .I don't know."

"Is it okay not to know yet?" El asked.

"We're still young, still figuring things out," Steve said. "Like Jonathan said, it doesn't make you any less smart just because you don't know something other people do."

"It is true," El grinned. "Dreams do change. Jonathan never thought his boyfriend would be a werewolf either."

"Or that he'd have a sister who was a badass cheerleader," Steve said.

"I am not quite there yet," El said. "But with Chrissy's help, I am getting there."

"Oh, Chrissy Cunningham?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"Oh, she's a good egg, I'm glad she's taken you under her wing," Steve said.

"I do not like her boyfriend," El said seriously.

"Yeah, Carver's a total mouthbreather," Steve replied and El giggled.

Jonathan leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder, smiling into it, and Steve kissed the top of his head before continuing to talk with El.

The night before and the day of Thanksgiving. . .

Steve was running through the forest, as fast as his leg could carry him. He was fast in human form, but he was even faster now in wolf form. He could still hear them shouting, and then he heard it. . . BANG! Steve whimpered as the bullet grazed his skin. Fuck. He had to keep going. Well, it looked like Hopper's cabin was no longer an option. Why the fuck were those assholes out there, anyway? Well, it was the night before Thanksgiving, and those assholes were clearly drunk. They weren't going to get his fucking pelt. He kept running until he could no longer hear them, could no longer smell Nancy, and Jonathan. He kept running. Another familiar scent caught his nose. It wasn't as strong as Nancy's or Jonathan's or even the rest of his pack but it was getting there. He followed the scent until he came to a trailer park. Eddie. He followed the scent to a trailer with a van out front and climbed up the steps, scratching at the door. Eddie opened the door.

"Shit! Fuck! A goddamn wolf. . .oh, you poor thing. . .have you been shot?" Eddie asked. "Come on in, Eddie will fix you up."

Steve realized that Eddie hadn't seen him in his wolf form yet. Steve flashed his eyes yellow and collapsed. He was exhausted. He let out a howl, hoping that Nancy and Jonathan could hear him, and then fell asleep in Eddie's arms.

"Steve!"

Steve’s eyes opened to find the sunlight peaking through Eddie's curtains. Shit, that's right, he had found himself at Eddie's when those assholes tried to kill him.

"Is he alright?" He heard Nancy asked.

"Yeah, I didn't need to stitch him up or anything. He already started to heal when he collapsed," Eddie said. "I think he was just tired. . .what the hell happened?"

"A couple of drunk hunters," Jonathan cursed. "We're going to have to find another place for him to transform."

Steve sat up and clutched Eddie's sheet tighter around him. Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie were standing in the doorway. Nancy and Jonathan moved to his side immediately.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, it was just a graze, and I think it's already closed," Steve said and pulled back the sheet slightly. "See?"

Nancy kissed him deeply before moving and letting Jonathan do the same.

"I'm glad you're okay," Nancy said softly.

"I wanted to stay and make sure - ," Steve said.

"But we told you to run, and you listened. Good boy," Nancy cooed and kissed him again.

"Thank you, man," Jonathan said to Eddie. "You have no idea how much this means to us."

"How did you know what to do, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Well, I patched up my dad enough times after a bar fight, and then whenever I was here, I'd help out the wounded animals in the trailer park," Eddie said, shrugging.

"Impressive," Steve grinned. "Hey, if you're not doing anything for Thanksgiving, you're welcome to join us over at Jonathan's. I'm cooking."

"You are not," Jonathan said. "You were shot. I'm cooking."

"Who am I to argue with someone so pretty?" Steve asked, and Eddie snorted.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I'll be there. My uncle probably won't be. He worked the night shift, and he'll be home soon," Eddie said. "So, he'll be catching up on his sleep."

"Well, we'll make sure to save him some leftovers," Nancy said.

"That's awfully kind of you," Eddie said. "He'll appreciate that. Neither one of us knows how to cook."

Later that day. . .

Steve had immediately been engulfed in hugs when Jonathan and Nancy brought him to Jonathan's house that morning. They had been just as worried as his partners had been especially Robin, who refused to leave his side the rest of the day, and neither did Dustin when he arrived. Jonathan was making sure that Steve rested and didn't cook. Steve couldn't prove it, but he was pretty sure that Jonathan had stuck Robin and Dustin on him.

"Max is not coming," El announced with a pout as she sat down on the couch with Steve and the others, curling up next to Mike.

Steve frowned and shared a look with Nancy. She knew that she was having trouble with what happened with Billy over the summer, but she was also having trouble with El being a cheerleader. . .for whatever reason.

"I just don't get it. You're not going to end up like some of those other stuck-up cheerleaders," Mike said. "Not as long as you're friends with Chrissy."

"I think she is just sad," El said. "I do not believe that she really has a problem with it. I think it's an excuse."

"To push you away?" Nancy asked.

"Yes," El said.

"Well, I'm sure she'll reach out to you, just give her time," Nancy said and squeezed her knee. "That's really the only thing that you can do for her and let her know that you'll be there when she's ready."

"I will," El nodded.

"In the meantime, you invited Chrissy, right?" Nancy asked.

"I did," El beamed and turned to Joyce. "Is it okay that she brings her cousin, mama?"

Joyce, grinning like she always did when El called her that kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Of course, the more the merrier. We've got plenty, especially with the stuff that Steve snuck in and made," Joyce said.

"What?!" Jonathan yelled from the kitchen. "When did you cook?!"

"It was during that time that Nancy distracted you," Steve grinned.

"Nancy!" Jonathan yelled.

"What? I am not sorry. Steve’s sweet potato casserole is amazing," Nancy replied.

"Honestly, how did you think it got there?" Steve asked in amusement.

"I, uh, fuck! I don't know," Jonathan yelled and Steve smirked when he heard Will laugh from the kitchen.

Will insisted on helping Jonathan because someone who can cook should help him. El giggled and got up off the couch.

"I think I will go help my brothers," El said. "I could use the distraction."

It wasn't long before Chrissy showed up, and Joyce was showing her to the living room where everyone was watching the parade. Robin quickly dove behind the couch.

"Oh, no," Robin said. "Chrissy's cousin - ,"

"What?" Nancy asked. "Who is she?"

"Shit, that's Vickie," Steve grinned.

"I didn't know they were cousins," Robin hissed from behind them.

"Oh, Robin, she is cute," Nancy giggled.

"Yeah, yeah, adorable," Robin said. "Oh! I wasn't expecting this. . .do I look okay?"

"Hm, your hair could use a little work," Steve said seriously.

"Oh my god!" Robin gasped.

"Steve!" Nancy scolded. "Your hair looks fine, but you should probably get out from behind the couch or otherwise she's going to think you're hiding from her."

"I am hiding from her," Robin said.

"Yeah, but you don't want her to know that," Nancy pointed out.

"Found it!" Robin exclaimed, jumping up from behind the couch and holding up a ring. "I thought I lost it. I mean, I did lose it when I took it off and played with it. Of course, I dropped it and rolled right under the couch. I'm such a klutz."

"I am too," Vickie said in amusement.

"Yeah?" Robin asked, her cheeks pink.

"Hi, Robin," Vickie said sweetly, and Chrissy giggled.

"Hi," Robin said. "Happy bird eating day."

Nancy stuffed a knuckle into her mouth to stop the laugh from spilling out while Steve didn't bother. He leaned into his girlfriend.

"Are we laughing at the same thing?" Steve asked.

"Robin is also a bird," Nancy whispered, and they giggled causing Robin to glare at them both.

"Thank you for letting us come over for Thanksgiving, Mrs. Byers," Chrissy said. "My parents don't celebrate it."

"And my dad is out of town. A friend of his got into an accident and he's up there helping out," Vickie replied.

"Oh, yeah, the more the merrier," Joyce said. "And please, call me Joyce."

"My parents were unfortunately knocked out with our sister and the cold she brought home," Nancy said. "Or otherwise they'd be here."

"Oh, and my Auntie Kathy's boyfriend left her again," Dustin said. "So mom went up there to stop her drowning herself in a bottle of whiskey. . .she also told me not to say that part. . .oops."

"Hi, so, this is Robin, I'm Chrissy, I've heard so much - OW!" Chrissy exclaimed as Vickie accidentally elbowed her. "I mean, I've heard nothing about you. Nothing at all."

El came rushing into the room from the kitchen and into the room to greet Chrissy with a hug.

"Do you guys need any help in the kitchen?" Vickie asked.

"I think Jonathan does, but he does not want to admit it," El giggled.

"We're happy to help," Chrissy beamed.

Steve followed the girls where Jonathan and Will were panicking around the kitchen, trying to make sure nothing burned.

"What are you doing here? I told you to sit," Jonathan said.

"Yeah, well, you need help," Steve said. "I'm fine."

"Maybe, but I would feel better if I knew you were resting," Jonathan said. "You got shot. It's not something you just brush off."

"You got shot?" Chrissy asked.

"It was just a graze from a drunk hunter. Nancy, Jonathan, and I went on a walk last night," Steve said. "I'm fine."

"At least sit at the table," Jonathan said.

"Fine," Steve said.

Jonathan did it out of habit, Steve figured. He slapped Steve’s ass as Steve turned around.

"Good boy," Jonathan said.

Will and El froze while Jonathan looked at Steve with guilt.

"Did Jonathan just slap your butt?" Vickie asked. "I thought that it was a thing that jocks did to other jocks?"

"Oh. Well. . .uh," Jonathan said.

Steve smirked at Jonathan and winked, letting him know that it was okay with Chrissy and Vickie.

"It's fine, Chrissy knows about me," Steve reassured him.

"You finally found yourself a fella, Steve?" Chrissy asked.

"And a gal," Steve replied.

"Nancy and Jonathan?" Chrissy asked. "And you're all okay with the arrangement?"

"Oh, yeah," Steve and Jonathan said.

"I mean, I wasn't. At first," Jonathan said. "Before we got together, I was pretty much an asshole about it. . .especially towards Nancy. I mean, there's no denying that I said a lot of misogynistic things towards her for sleeping with Steve. I shamed her for it even though I didn't even know either one of them back then. I did and said a lot of things because of my shame towards my attraction to men and to men like Steve. I was arrogant back then, thought I was better than everyone because I all I could see was the bad in people. Steve and Nancy, though, they see the good in people and for whatever reason, they see it in me and they've decided that they want to be with me. Honestly, I don't know how I got so lucky."

"Because you're a good person who's made mistakes," Steve said. "You're a good brother. We love you."

Steve kissed him and sat down at the kitchen table. Jonathan stared at him, smiling, and almost burned the food if it hadn't been for Vickie stepping in. It wasn't long before Eddie showed up as well.

"It's a full house in here!" Steve heard his voice yell. "Here you go, Mrs. Byers."

"Are these flowers from the neighbor's yard?" Joyce asked.

"Nah, they just look like the same ones. . .okay, so they might be the same flowers," Eddie said. "Sorry."

"It's the thought that counts," they heard Joyce laugh. "Thank you for looking after our boy. I heard what you did for him."

"It wasn't a problem," Eddie replied. "Henderson!"

After a while, they brought together a bunch of tables into the kitchen when the food was finally done with a bunch of mismatched chairs to pull it together. Steve noticed that Chrissy ended up sitting next to Eddie, and he also noticed that it might have been a happy accident for the both of them. Although, much to Dustin's chagrin, Eddie ended up ignoring him in favor of Chrissy. Robin was happily sitting next to Vickie, while Mike talked with both El and Will, making them giggle. Steve sat in between in his two loves, rubbing Jonathan's back gently while he ate with his free hand. Everyone was smiling.

"Mom, you okay?" Jonathan asked Joyce.

"Yeah, I'm really glad that I decided not to move," she beamed.

"Me too," Jonathan said.

By the time the dessert was served, the Sinclairs had arrived just in time to hear the story of how Eddie got conned by his own father into robbing a truck full of drugs from a supply line driving through Hawkins.

- and I just got blackmailed out of school, I thought it would be better for Gareth, Ronnie, and Jeff if I got out Hawkins. That's what I thought, what I believed, because everyone looked at me, and all they could see was my father. All I was doing by running away was proving them right. It wasn't until the guys who came after my father tried to come after me, burned down my house, and shot Officer Moore, that I realized that no matter where I go the ghost of my father would always follow me. . .people were going to hate people like me. I couldn't run away like my father always ran away from me, so my father stole my van and left me with his mess, with my hand on Officer Moore to stop the bleeding. Because I stayed, Officer Moore lived, and I was grateful for that even though he had hated me. Later, I also realized that no matter where I went, those bullying and abusive assholes would always go after my friends, and I couldn't just leave them. Besides, all I really wanted to do was play music, and I think I so badly wanted to get out of there, I forgot that the most important thing. . .why I loved music. Because of my mom and that no matter where I was, that it was the music that could take me anywhere if just believed enough in it," Eddie finished. "If I believed enough in myself. . ."

"Wow," Chrissy breathed, staring at him. "I'm so sorry about Jason and his friends, I swear I keep telling him - ,"

"Why are you with him?" Eddie asked bluntly.

"My mother," Chrissy said and then she whispered in his ear.

Eddie frowned before leaning over and whispering back. Chrissy let out a gasp of delight and pressed a hand to her mouth. Whatever it was, it wasn't for their ears. Steve figured that Jason wasn't going to last long in Chrissy's life after this.

"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world," Eddie said, quoting the Hobbit and Steve couldn't help but agree, smiling at his pack. . .current members, new ones, and future ones alike.

Part Two coming as soon as possible. . .

[guysgoneexposed]

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!?!

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

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~