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[waitingforsin]

suddenly naked meme .

rules .
✗ post your character
✗ tag to others
✗ you are now butt ass naked. have fun.

scenarios .

one. walked in on
oh, hey have you seen my-- never mind, I'll come back later.

two. changing
like walked in on, only part of you is naked and you're not fapping.

three. streaking
oh, you sexual deviant you. you just want to run around with your balls or your titties flapping in the wind.

four. skinny dipping
there's some water and there's you naked in the water.

five. nudist beach
because everyone wants to see everyone else naked.

six. shower
you're now taking a shower with someone.

seven. dream
you know that dream you had where you went to school naked? well like that, except you're doing your entire daily schedule buck ass nude.

eight. free for all
did I miss something? do you just want it to all hang out? whatever, pick your poison.

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Marcel | Silver Wolf (modern AU)

[dealwith_them]

3 ~

[lucrative_pink]

[She's entering the kitchen from the bedroom, wearing her rosa D&G underwear and a hungry look on her face. Which fades just a bit at the sight of him, running around naked in the kitchen.]

Do not get sperm in my food.

[dealwith_them]

[Fine. She's up. If she's hungry - good on her. If she isn't because her snob attitude gets in the way, her loss. So he just moves the hash of the heat. Breaks a few eggs on the pan.]

Nice and dry, Princess. Wanna feel?

[Turning, he makes a slight thrust of his hips in her general direction.]

[lucrative_pink]

[A quick glance. One could say she's seen enough of that already. Quite enough.]

No.

[She sits down by the table, crossing her legs and looking around.]

Where is Bubbles?

[dealwith_them]

[He just stares at her for a long moment. That bra of hers pushing her silicone tits up just right. Such a bitch.

Whistling sharply, he turns back to the pan. Like a good doggy, she comes galloping. An even better bitch that Lucretia.]

[lucrative_pink]

[The dog pauses in the doorway and she holds out her hand. It comes straight to her - such a sweet little puppy.]

I will buy her a gift. [Stroke, stroke, stroke. The dog looks positively ecstatic and she directs her attention to it entirely, her voice gaining an almost sickening degree of sweetness.] Yes I will, puppy. Big, shiny present. From Italy.

[Ugh, dog hairs. All over her skin. She removes her hand, looking it over with a slight grimace.]

[dealwith_them]

[Bubbles is pretty much whining from happiness and really, he should remind her of her place in the hierarchy. He just can't be arsed. She'll remember next time someone tries shooting his head off.

Over one shoulder he looks at Lucretia. She was the one getting a gift, yeah? Bubbles' hairs everywhere. Bitch sheds like crazy.]

No fucking diamonds. Last one got stolen. Had to sink a great kid in the Alzette.

[lucrative_pink]

[She gets up, meaning to wash her hands in the sink. The dog, in response, follows her with almost hyperactive enthusiasm, jumping around her legs and nearly tripping her up.]

Oh! [Managing to keep her balance, waving her arms around in the air a bit uselessly, she makes her way to the stove. Attempting not to step on the dog in the process.] Bad dog. Bad! Leave me alone.

[dealwith_them]

[Lucretia comes up behind him which is never a good idea. Turning around quickly, halfway burning his hand on the pan, he narrows his eyes at her. Then at the dog, making Bubbles lie down immediately. Crawling towards him in complete submission. She's turned out a shitload better than his last one.]

Basket, bitch.

[She knows the way. Trots to the corner of the room. He turns his attention back to Lucretia. Smirks.]

You too, bitch.

[lucrative_pink]

[The dog obeys immediately. She meets his eyes, unafraid and unabashed.]

Crude. [The sink is right next to the stove. She's not blind to the fact that he's entirely naked next to her and she keeps her distance, her arm brushing against his only briefly as she turns on the water.] You want me to crawl like an animal?

[dealwith_them]

I don't care if you crawl, Princess, as long as you're on your hands and knees.

[Eggs done. He loads them onto the pile of hash. Ogles her when turning towards the table. All this talk is getting him hot. Not quite there yet, but with how she's going about it, he'll probably have to skip lunch.]

[lucrative_pink]

[She washes her hands. Dries them in a nearby cloth, keeping her back to him. The food smells nice. She likes it better, his cooking. But telling him that would be a mistake and so, she doesn't.]

I am good on my feet as well.

[dealwith_them]

[A snort.]

Your cunt's good either way.

[She's fireworks on her feet and he'll admit to it any day. Best fuck he's had. And she keeps coming back, it's Heaven.

Sitting down at the table, he pushes her chair out with one foot. She can eat naked if he can. Makes desert so much easier.]

4 ;)

[centeroftheweb]

[He's never seen the point of bathing suits when he can help it. Which of course did limit the number of places one could swim.

Unless one was particularly good at subverting security systems and going swimming at night. Which Ray is. Both]

xD

[dealwith_them]

[Usually his rounds only include the swimming pool when he wants to get laid, but he heard noise a few minutes earlier and JL's paranoia pays well.

He stays in the shadows, watching the guy making himself pretty comfortable inside walls that no fucking man should be able to get past. With narrowed eyes, Marcel stays still. Doesn't move. Doesn't reach for his gun yet. Can't get information from dead people.]

[centeroftheweb]

[He learned early on in life that if you're going to be swimming when you shouldn't, in places you shouldn't you needed to do so quietly. Leave the splashing and messing around to idiots in the daytime. That sort of stuff was usually a pointless waste of energy any way.

It has also taught him a certain amount of paranoia, though many things have fed into that. But when there's a brief, but noticeable pause in the normal night sounds, it pulls his attention and focus into full alertness. He slips underwater, counting on the water's dispersive effects in case anyone starts shooting randomly, and swims over to the corner where he can surface carefully and look around. Nothing. Or... not nothing. Is that a spot there where the shadows are just a touch darker than they were? Could be nothing. Or could be something dangerous. This is the type of place to have random security personelle, after all]

Don't mind me, I'll just be going

[Said quietly, but meant to carry. If he can just get out and grab his clothes before anyone starts shooting, he can make a run for it.

[dealwith_them]

[Marcel doesn't give a fuck if someone's skinny dipping in JL's pool, no matter what shitload of money it's built for. Not like JL uses it himself, staying as faithful to the indoor swimming pool upstairs as he does to his fat cow of a wife. Nah, that's not the problem - the problem is that this security system should be impossible to fool and somehow this jerk's done so anyway.

That's just dangerous playing. For the both of them. Though, mainly for the sorry fucker. Stepping out of the shadows finally, Marcel watches the other man staying afloat in the opposite corner. It's not a face he recognises, but half the names in his address book are faceless anyway. Slowly, he raises his chin, eyes narrowing.]

Trust me, you're not going anywhere.

[centeroftheweb]

[Well fuck. He may not recognize the voice, but he knows the face. Well, his luck is just going from bad to worse tonight.]

Come now, I've not been hurting anything. I'll just get my clothes and be on my way.

[dealwith_them]

Not 'till you've been a good boy and told me how the fuck you got in.

[Walking along the edge of the swimming pool, he moves closer. There's something that doesn't sit right with him. Gut feeling - he knows this guy, just has to figure out how.

Doesn't look like the type he'd have fucked.]

[centeroftheweb]

I suppose you won't believe me if I say I hopped a wall?

[Because like hell he's explaining exactly how he got in. He'll just keep slowly swimming around the edge, keeping as much of the pool as possible between him and the bodyguard. Water is still his best defense at the moment. Water, and keeping the man talking rather than shooting.]

[dealwith_them]

[Keep moving, smart guy. Coming to a halt, Marcel watches him. He isn't too bothered by it, after all - could shoot his head off faster than you could call him Trinity. Hopped a wall. Yeah, right.]

My dog would have eaten you alive within five fucking metres. [A leer. One eyebrow going up.] Try again.

[centeroftheweb]

[A dog. Right. Worse and worse. He moves, slowly through the water, edging as close as possible to where he's left his clothing. He's not afraid to make a run without them, but all things considered it would be substantially less awkward if he could at least retain his pants.]

Maybe I just have a way with animals.

[He levers himself halfway out of the water, upper body strength enough to avoid the need to use the ladder. Moving always with extreme care, like one does when facing a wild animal. Isn't that what humans are at heart anyway?]

[dealwith_them]

[Naked men are kind of the standard in the underworld. He used to crawl around on his knees when he was new, playing toy for the big guys. Those days are over, but he doesn't mind seeing people do the same for him. It's the best sort of turn-on. So he stares at every inch of chest rising out of the water, eyes narrowing again.]

If you can leave a phone number, Spider-Man, I'm not gonna go look for Peter Parker. Might even let you go.

[As if. Though, wouldn't have picked this guy for his type, but he's a good blend of ordinary and not. Marcel can work with that.]

[centeroftheweb]

[A phone number? He's got a million of those, including several he'd be willing to leave behind. And even one or two he might take a call on. He read enough comics as a kid to catch the reference though, and it makes him smile as he pulls himself the rest of the way out of the pool to sit on the edge. ]

I suppose that depends on what you want the number for, mystery man.

[dealwith_them]

[Marcel's good at not existing, yeah. He waits for the other man to rise out of the water entirely, contemplating whether to actually give him the chance for a head start... Then just stops. Stares. He doesn't see a lot of cocks matching his own in size, but this one is pretty damn close.

Eyes moving up the other man's body before settling on his face, his smile grows. Dangerously.]

Hand a man a challenge here.