#to play strip poker with the guys just for fun

[gothwizardmagic]

there are so many accidentally gay shows made by and for straight people but red dwarf is really on a whole nother level

[whereforarthur]

Poker Night Never Felt So Right

Pairing: ArthurTv x Reader x George Clarke x Chrismd

Summary: A game of strip poker with your friends, goes a little further than anyone expected...

Category: Mature (SMUT)

Word Count: 5k

*****

Let’s play strip poker

And they removed all their doubts

And their insecurities,

And finally made out,

They lay all naked with not a single secret left,

They were happy and kissed their fate for they meet. -Tiara

"Alright, lads and lady," Chris announced, glancing at the group and y/n, slapping a fresh deck of cards onto the worn-out kitchen table, "Poker night is in full swing."

The aroma of George's burnt lasagna filled the flat, a constant reminder of his culinary disasters that had become a tradition in their weekly gatherings. Arthur's eyes lit up as he pulled out his favorite chair, the one with the slightly wonky leg that made everyone else wobble but somehow suited him perfectly.

Y/n, the sole female in this sea of testosterone, rolled her eyes at their juvenile antics but couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. She'd known these three since starting YouTube, and their friendship had endured through the chaos of their YouTube fame.

Chris shuffled the cards with a dexterity that suggested he'd had a bit too much practice, while George attempted to mimic his skill, earning a chuckle from Arthur. Y/n took a sip of her beer, the cool liquid cutting through the tension of the room.

"I've got an idea," George said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Since it's just us tonight, how about we spice things up a bit?"

Chris paused mid-shuffle, raising an eyebrow. "Spice it up how?"

George leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "Strip poker. You know, like they do in the movies."

The room went quiet for a beat before Arthur let out a hearty laugh, slapping his hand on the table. "You're joking, right?"

Y/n took another sip of her beer, eyeing George over the rim. "As if I'd agree to that."

Chris grinned, playing along. "Aw, come on, it'll be fun! Plus, you've got nothing to worry about, you're a pro at poker."

Y/n set her beer down, her expression unreadable. "Fine, but only if we all agree to keep it friendly. No funny business, got it?"

Chris and Arthur exchanged a look, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. "Friendly, got it," Arthur said with a nod.

The game began, the shuffling of the cards and the clinking of beer bottles punctuating the occasional bursts of laughter. Y/n focused on her hand, trying to ignore the electric current of excitement that buzzed through her. The guys were her closest friends, but the thought of playing strip poker with them sent a thrill down her spine that she couldn't quite shake.

Arthur's luck, however, didn't seem to be in his favor tonight. His hand trembled slightly as he placed his bet, and when the cards were revealed, his face fell. "Bugger," he muttered, glancing at the table as he realized he'd lost the first round.

With a dramatic sigh, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. "Alright, alright," he said, playing it cool as he pulled his shirt over his head. The room was a mix of cheers and good-natured laughter as he tossed it aside, revealing his bare chest. He sat back down, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to cover his modesty with his arms. "Remember, this is all in good fun," he said, his voice a bit shakier than he'd intended.

Y/n couldn't help but blush as she took in Arthur's abs. They were surprisingly defined, a testament to his gym routine, and boxing history. She quickly averted her gaze to her cards, hoping the flush on her cheeks would be attributed to the heat of the kitchen rather than her newfound appreciation for Arthur's physique.

The game continued, the tension ramping up with each new hand. Despite her initial confidence, y/n felt her heart racing as she tried to read the guys' faces for tells. Chris remained stoic, his poker face unwavering, while George's was as transparent as always, his eyes widening with every good card. Arthur, on the other hand, had become a closed book since his shirt came off, his focus solely on the game.

Y/n's luck took a nosedive, and she found herself holding a pathetic hand of cards. She bit her lip, contemplating her next move. The pot grew larger, and the stakes grew higher. She could feel the heat from the oven and the anticipation from her friends. With a deep breath, she called George's bet, hoping for a miracle. The cards flipped over, and George's smug grin told her everything she needed to know. She'd lost this round.

The room grew silent as she slowly stood up, her heart racing. She unzipped her hoodie, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a simple black tank top that clung to her curves. She caught Arthur's eyes lingering on her for a moment too long, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. She took a seat, trying to regain her composure.

"Looks like the tides are turning," Chris said with a smirk, his eyes never leaving her.

The boys' laughter filled the room as they joked about her losing streak. Y/n felt her cheeks heat up, but she shrugged it off, playing along with their banter. "Just a bad hand, that's all," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

The next few rounds were a blur of cards and clinking bottle caps. Y/n managed to win a few hands, but her losses outweighed her victories. Her stack of clothes grew smaller, and she found herself down to her bra and jeans. She gulped, trying to ignore the way Arthur's gaze lingered on her when he thought she wasn't looking.

Chris's hand won again, and George's smug look was wiped clean as he had to remove his trousers, revealing his colorful boxers with cartoon characters on them. The room erupted in laughter, and George shot a playful glare at y/n. "You're enjoying this too much," he teased, but his cheeks were flushed, and she could see the excitement in his eyes.

The other boys were staring too, but not just at George. They couldn't help but sneak glances at y/n, their gazes lingering on her in a way that made her acutely aware of her dwindling clothing. She felt their eyes on her, and the air grew thicker, charged with a tension that was no longer just about the game. It was about the thrill of the reveal, the anticipation of what would come next.

Chris dealt the next hand, his eyes flicking up to meet y/n's. She couldn't read his expression, but she knew he was enjoying the game more than he let on. They all were. The stakes had changed, and the atmosphere in the room had shifted from friendly competition to something else entirely.

Y/n studied her cards, her heart racing. A full house stared back at her, and she couldn't help the smug smile that spread across her face. This was it, her chance to get back in the game. She raised the bet, watching as the boys' expressions grew serious. They had to know she had something good.

The bets went around the table, and the moment of truth arrived. Y/n laid her cards down with a flourish, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was silent as the boys revealed their hands. George had a pair of twos, and Arthur had a straight. But it was Chris who had the nerve to call her bluff. He laid down his cards with a wink, revealing a royal flush. The air whooshed out of her lungs, and she felt the blood drain from her face.

"Looks like it's your turn, love," Chris said, his voice thick with victory.

Y/n felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she reached behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. She took a deep breath and let it fall away, feeling the cool air of the flat kiss her skin. She kept her eyes on the table, focusing on the cards as the fabric hit the floor. The room was so quiet she could almost hear her own heartbeat echoing off the walls.

The silence was palpable, thick and heavy, as if the very air in the room had turned to jelly. The boys didn't dare to look up, their eyes glued to their own cards or the beer bottles in their hands. They were her friends, her colleagues, but in this moment, they were also men, and she was very aware of it. The game had taken a turn she hadn't anticipated, and she felt vulnerable in a way she hadn't felt in a very long time.

Finally, she looked up, her gaze meeting Chris's. He held her stare for a beat too long, and she saw something in his eyes that made her pulse quicken. It wasn't just the thrill of the game anymore; it was something deeper, something she hadn't expected to find in a casual poker night.

"Good game," Arthur murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the room. His eyes flicked over her exposed skin before darting back to his cards, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach.

Y/n cleared her throat, trying to ignore the sudden self-consciousness that had crept over her. "Alright, let's keep playing," she said, her voice a little too high.

George, ever the opportunist, leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming. "Someone's getting a bit flustered, aren't they?"

The room grew tense as George's comment hung in the air, unspoken feelings now laid bare. Y/n felt a blush creep up her neck, her hands clinching into fists at her sides. "It's just a game, George," she said through gritted teeth, trying to keep her cool.

"Fine, fine," he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Let's keep it friendly, yeah?"

The game resumed, but the dynamics had shifted. The banter was less playful, the glances more intense. Y/n could feel the energy in the room pulsing with every card drawn, every piece of clothing removed. Her hands were trembling slightly as she dealt the next hand, her eyes avoiding the hungry stares of the boys. She focused on the game, trying to ignore the heat of their gazes on her bare skin.

*****

George's luck had run out, and he was just left in his boxers. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as he realized loosing this hand, meant losing them. He met y/n's eyes, and she could see the nervous excitement in his gaze. She felt a strange sense of power, a thrill that was as intoxicating as it was alarming. She called his bet, her heart racing.

And of course that’s what happened George lost the hand, and lost his boxers. They were ridiculous, covered in cartoon characters that clashed with the seriousness of the moment. But as he stood up, the room's focus shifted from the ridiculousness of the situation to the very real and very attractive man in front of them. Y/n couldn't help but feel a flicker of attraction she'd never noticed before, not like this.

Chris cleared his throat, his eyes lingering on George's newly exposed skin before flicking back to his own cards. The air in the flat was charged, and the smell of George's aftershave filled the room, a scent that was at once familiar and entirely new in this context. Arthur's poker face remained unchanged, but his knuckles were white as he gripped his beer bottle, his eyes darting from George to y/n.

The next few rounds were a battle of wills, each player trying to maintain their composure as the clothes piled up on the floor. Y/n's jeans were the next to go, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties. The guys' eyes darted up to meet hers, and she could see the struggle in their expressions as they tried to keep the game friendly.

But the game had taken on a life of its own, and the line between friendship and desire was blurring. The stakes were no longer just about winning; they were about power, attraction, and the thrill of the unknown. The tension grew with every card dealt, every article of clothing removed. It was no longer just a game of poker; it had become a dance of seduction, a silent negotiation of boundaries.

Chris's eyes never left y/n's, his gaze dark and intense. The air between them crackled with an energy that was impossible to ignore. As the rounds went on, the smiles and laughter grew forced, the room thick with the scent of pheromones and anticipation. Y/n felt a strange thrill at the thought of pushing the boundaries, of seeing how far they'd all go.

The next hand was dealt, and the tension grew palpable. Y/n studied her cards, feeling the heat of the guys' gazes on her bare legs. She knew that she had a good hand, but the game had become less about winning and more about the thrill of the risk. She raised the bet, watching as the other two exchanged glances. The silence stretched out, the only sound the crackling of the cards and the occasional clink of bottle caps.

Chris called her bluff, laying down his hand with a smug smile. George fully nude now. Both Chris and Arthur in their underwear, the fabric clinging to their growing arousal. Y/n felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement, her heart racing as she took in the sight of her friends in such a vulnerable state. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the heat from the oven now a stark contrast to the coolness of her bare skin.

The next round began, and the stakes were higher than ever. Y/n's hand trembled as she placed her bet, watching as Chris and Arthur followed suit. She had nothing to lose now but her pride and the last shred of their friendship's innocence. The cards were flipped over, and she felt a jolt of victory as she revealed a full house. Arthur's face fell, and she knew she had him beat.

"Alright, Arthur," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "Looks like it's your turn."

Arthur swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He reached down to remove his underwear, and Y/n couldn't help but watch, her eyes widening slightly as he revealed himself. He was more than she'd ever allowed herself to imagine, and she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. The room was a cacophony of shuffling papers and shallow breaths, the only sound louder than her pounding heart.

Chris took a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned back in his chair, his own arousal evident, and she realized with a start that he was enjoying this game more than he'd ever let on. "Looks like we're all in this together now," he said, his voice low and gruff.

*****

The game had become about more than just poker; it was a silent dare, a push and pull of power and desire that none of them could ignore.

Chris collected the cards, shuffling them with a deliberate slowness that had y/n's stomach flipping. "Alright, lads," he said, his voice a low rumble, "whoever wins the next hand gets to ask y/n to do something for them."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a sip of her beer, trying to play it cool. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice betraying the slight tremble in her chest.

Chris leaned in, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Whatever we want, within reason. Just a little extra... entertainment."

Y/n felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with nerves. "As long as it's not too embarrassing," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Chris grinned, his eyes flicking over her body. "Oh, I think we're past the point of embarrassment."

The room was thick with tension as the final hand was dealt. Y/n picked up her cards, trying to focus on the game, but her mind was racing with the possibilities of what could happen next. She had a decent hand, but she knew that Chris was playing to win.

The bets were placed, and the air was electric as the cards were revealed. Y/n felt a surge of victory as she saw she had a full house again, beating Arthur's two pairs.

Y/n felt a mix of excitement and nerves, her eyes flicking to Chris, who was watching her with an intense gaze. She knew he'd won the round, but the real prize was in the daring request he was about to make.

Chris leaned in closer, his eyes dark with desire. "Alright, love," he said, his voice a low rumble, "it's time for your forfeit."

Y/n's heart raced as she took in the sight of Arthur and George, both fully exposed and equally as nervous. She had no idea what Chris had in mind, but she knew it would be something she'd never forget. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for his words.

Chris leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want you to kiss me," he said, his voice low and commanding.

The room froze, the only sound the erratic beating of her heart. She felt the color drain from her cheeks as she met his gaze, his eyes dark and hungry. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, the weight of his words sinking in. Then, with a slow nod, she leaned in, her heart racing.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if both of them were testing the waters. But as their lips met, something ignited between them, a spark that grew into a flame. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as the kiss deepened. Arthur and George watched, their own tension palpable, their eyes flickering between y/n and Chris, their friendship and their desires colliding in a way none of them had anticipated.

Chris's hands slid up her arms, pulling her closer, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. Y/n's body responded, arching into him as the kiss grew more urgent. The room was a blur of heat and need, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the faint scent of George's burnt lasagna.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting, their eyes locked. The room was silent, the only sound the crackling of the oven and the thudding of their hearts. Arthur and George watched, their expressions a mix of shock and arousal. Y/n's cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Fuck me," George murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was..."

"Hot," Arthur finished for him, his eyes glued to the sight of Chris and y/n tangled in a passionate kiss. The atmosphere in the room had shifted so dramatically, it was as if someone had flipped a switch, turning the innocent game of poker into an intense, erotic battleground.

Chris's hand slid down y/n's back, cupping her ass as he deepened the kiss. She gasped into his mouth, the heat of his touch sending a bolt of pleasure through her. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, and she could feel the warmth of Arthur and George's gazes on her exposed skin. The game had evolved into something she'd never expected, but the thrill of it was undeniable.

Breaking away from Chris, she turned to face Arthur, her eyes flicking to his evident arousal. "Looks like you're up," she said, her voice husky with desire. Arthur's cheeks reddened, but he met her gaze, his eyes smoldering.

"What's the forfeit?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n leaned in, her breasts brushing against his bare chest. "You get to kiss me too," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear.

Arthur's eyes widened, and for a moment, she thought he might refuse. But then, with a nod, he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was just as fiery as Chris's. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together. The room spun around her, the lines between friendship and desire blurring into a haze of passion.

George, not to be left out, approached her from behind, his naked body pressing against her back. She could feel his erection against her, and she shivered with anticipation. "I guess it's only fair," he murmured, his hands sliding around her waist.

The kiss with Arthur grew more urgent, his hands exploring her body as George's lips found the sensitive skin of her neck. She moaned, the sensations overwhelming her. The three of them were entangled in a dance of lust, their friendship forever changed by this night.

As Arthur pulled away, George took his place, his lips brushing against hers. His kiss was gentle at first, but soon grew in intensity, his hands caressing her breasts. She felt a hand slide down her stomach, and she gasped as it reached the apex of her thighs. It was Chris, his fingers teasing her through her damp panties.

The room was a whirlwind of sensations, and y/n was lost in the moment. She couldn't tell where one kiss ended and another began, only knew that she was the center of their attention, the object of their desire. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

"Take them off," George murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Y/n's hands trembled as she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. The cold floor sent a shiver through her body, and she felt more exposed than she ever had in her life. But the way the boys were looking at her, with a mix of awe and hunger, made her feel anything but vulnerable.

Chris's hand found her again, his fingers delving into her slick folds. She moaned into George's mouth, the pleasure building within her. Arthur watched, his eyes dark with need. The air was charged with a current of desire that had them all in its grip.

The poker game was forgotten, the kitchen a mess of cards and discarded clothing. The only thing that mattered was the heat between them, the unspoken promises in their eyes. The night had taken a wild turn, and as the three of them moved closer, y/n knew there was no going back. This was a new chapter in their friendship, one filled with passion and the thrill of the unknown.

And she was ready to play her hand.

*****

Chris's fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned into George's mouth, her hips bucking against Chris's hand. The sensation was too much, and she felt her orgasm building. Arthur's hand joined the fray, his calloused fingers teasing her nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

They were all in this together now, their friendship forever changed by this night of strip poker turned passionate frenzy. Y/n had never felt so desired, so wanted. The kisses grew deeper, more intense, as the three of them explored each other's bodies with an urgency that could no longer be contained.

George's hands roamed her body, his touch setting her skin on fire, while Arthur's kisses grew more demanding. She felt a hand slide down her back, reaching around to cup her ass, and she knew it was Arthur. The thrill of having both of them touch her at once was almost too much to bear.

Chris's touch grew more insistent, and she felt herself climbing towards the edge. She broke away from George's kiss, panting, her eyes meeting Arthur's. "Fuck me," she breathed, the words barely a whisper.

They didn't need any further encouragement. Arthur and George shared a look, and she could see the understanding in their eyes. They knew what she wanted, what they all needed. This was no longer a game; it was a declaration of desire that could no longer be ignored.

With a growl, Arthur picked her up, setting her on the edge of the kitchen table. She spread her legs, her heart racing as she watched him stroke his length. She felt a thrill of desire that made her knees wobble. George stepped aside, his own arousal evident, making room for Arthur to claim her.

Chris stepped back, watching with a hunger that made her insides quiver. "Take her," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Make her scream."

Arthur positioned himself between her thighs, his cock hard and ready. He leaned in, kissing her again, and she felt the tip of him at her entrance. With a gentle push, he slid inside, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into the table as he began to move.

The sensation was exquisite, and she felt the room spin as the pleasure built. George's hands were on her breasts again, his mouth finding her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. The three of them moved together, a symphony of passion that she never wanted to end.

Chris stepped closer, his hand wrapping around his own erection as he watched the scene unfold. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking beautiful."

Their eyes met, and she knew he was next. The thought of all three of them together was too much, and she felt her orgasm crest, her body tightening around Arthur. He groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent, and she knew he was close too.

With a final, deep kiss, Arthur pulled out, his hand guiding George to take his place. She moaned as George filled her, his grip on her hips tight. Arthur stepped back, watching with dark eyes as George began to move, his own hand stroking his shaft.

The room was a blur of sensation, the only sounds their panting breaths and the slap of skin against skin. Y/n felt like she was floating, lost in a sea of pleasure that she never wanted to escape from. This was a night that would change everything, a night that would be etched into their memories forever.

And as George's rhythm grew more frantic, as she felt him getting closer, she knew that she was ready for whatever came next. The world outside their flat had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the heat between them, the passion that had been unleashed by a simple game of poker.

The climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her body and leaving her trembling. She cried out, her nails digging into George's shoulders as she came, her body shaking with the force of it. And as George followed suit, filling her with his release, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power and belonging she'd never experienced before.

Chris stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he stroked himself. "Your turn," she managed to gasp, her voice hoarse with need. He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye, and she felt a thrill of excitement as George pulled out, making way for Chris to take his place.

Their kiss was explosive, a culmination of all the tension that had been building through the night. She felt Chris's cock nudge against her, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He entered her with a groan, his movements more deliberate, more intense than the others. The sensation was almost too much, and she arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest.

Their bodies moved in sync, the table rocking beneath them with every thrust. Arthur and George watched, their own desires reflected in their eyes as they stroked themselves, their gazes never leaving the erotic sight of their friend taking charge. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion, a moment that would forever change the dynamics of their friendship.

Chris's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his need, his desire, and it only served to fuel her own. The room was a cacophony of gasps and moans, the air thick with the scent of sex.

And then, with a final, deep kiss, Chris reached his peak, his body tensing as he came inside her. They held each other for a moment, their breathing ragged, their hearts pounding in unison. It was a silent acknowledgment of the shift in their relationship, a moment of pure, unbridled connection.

As they pulled apart, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the kitchen lights, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. The poker night had turned into something none of them could have anticipated, a night that would be remembered for far more than just the game.

They stood there, panting, their eyes locked. The silence was deafening, filled only with the sound of their heavy breaths and the distant hum of London outside. They'd crossed a line, stepped into a new chapter of their friendship.

Y/n looked around the room, her eyes taking in the sight of her friends, naked and aroused, their friendship forever altered by this night of passion. But as she saw the hunger in their eyes, she knew it was a change she didn't regret. In fact, she was eager to see where this newfound intimacy would lead them.

The game had ended, but the night was far from over. They had each other, and as they moved closer, the whispers of desire grew louder, the kisses deeper. They were no longer just friends playing a game; they were lovers, ready to explore the depths of their desires

*****

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7 Ways to Introduce the Villain.

1. The Shadow

A lot of series go with the classic 'ominous shadowy figure in the background.' Here's Silco in Arcane. Sinister voice, sinister dude, sinister intent. Boom, you have your villain.

2. The Slow Reveal

Other variations of the 'shadowy figure' in which the series draws out the reveal of the villain. Avatar: The Last Airbender doesn't reveal the Firelord until the final season, but his presence is felt throughout the series. He's always this looming threat whose will is carried out by his underlings. (General Zhao, Azula, etc.)

3. The Fabulous Entrance!

Okay, so we do hear Ragyo on the phone a couple times before they actually show her face, but goddamn, this entrance. It is impressive and terrifying and, it perfectly suits the utter psycho that she is.

There is no normal expression this woman makes when she's 'happy.' She's always smug or angry or annoyed, but this face with her staring, manic eyes and smile still haunts me. Send help.

4. The Sudden Entrance

Shigaraki kinda comes out of nowhere in My Hero Academia. For the first few episodes, its all lighthearted and fun and dealing with Bakugo's BS and then the class heads off on a field trip and suddenly,

"Oh, shit! Plot is happening!"

This series started off with kids learning to be heroes, and now its tragedy and social upheaval and people's lives are in danger.

5. The Incognito Entrance

This is when some random nonthreatening dude/lady just kinda sidles into the plot the be the butt of a joke and later turns out to have been one of the villains.

This scene was so weird. Tyki is just minding his own business, scamming people at cards. Then Allen and Lavi show up looking for their friend (the guy currently being scammed), and even though he recognizes them as exorcists and his enemies, Tyki has to sit there and play it off like he doesn't know jack cause if he does anything, he's gonna blow his cover in front of his human buddies. And then he suffers the indignation of being stripped in a poker game in broad daylight because the main protagonist is absolutely evil with a card deck. And then he just walks away from this like it's a totally normal thing, not even really taking vengeance for it. (He went after Allen, sure, but that was more of a job than any personal vendetta.) He's not the main villain, but I couldn't resist pointing out how bizarre this is.

For those who haven't seen D. Gray Man, the guy in the center is one of the main antagonists, and though this is technically the second time you see him, the first encounter was so short it was practically a cameo and he was a Victorian-era, Dorian Gray dandy gentleman, not this hobo riding a train.

6. The Traitor

Since the Undertaker was more of a neutral party in Black Butler, I don't think he really counts as a traitor. Still, I don't think too many of us were suspecting the morbid jokester Grim Reaper was going to turn out to be a major antagonist later on.

7. The Protagonist

And sometimes the protagonist is the villain!

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poker face - snowjanus x reader

a game of strip poker with your roommates turns into something a little more…

modern!snowjanus x reader roommate au

cw: 18+//threesome//oral (f. and m. receiving)//fingering//piv sex//anal//stripping//drinking

‘you guys are so unfair,’ you whined as you removed a sock, having lost to their higher hands. they’d changed the rules so it was only the loser that had to strip, and unbeknownst to you, both the boys were more than amateurs at the game.

‘it’s only the rules,’ coriolanus teased, taking a swig of his beer.

you watched the two boys exchange glances as sejanus dealt another hand to each of you, communicating in their own psychic way. it vexed you, the two of them did that a lot, especially when you brought a guy home.

‘well, it’s not like they’re the real rules,’ you shook your head, picking up the cards and sighing as you found yourself with a two pair, again.

a smile flickered upon coriolanus’ lips as he saw his full house, and he once again looked at sejanus, who didn’t seem too put off by his straight. still, it could’ve been better, but by the dour look etched upon your features, they could tell you were disappointed by your hand.

they moved their chips forward, coriolanus bargaining the most, and you sighed, knowing that it was likely you’d be the one clutching at a blanket by the end of the evening, attempting to shield your body. you don’t even know why you’d agreed to this, but you couldn’t deny that you were dying to see the boys undressed. you’d accidentally seen one too many-a-things to pique your curiosity, especially when either of them wore grey sweatpants.

‘fuck,’ you sighed as coriolanus put his cards down on the table, revealing he had a full house.

sejanus raised his brows nervously, but sighed with relief as you showed your defeated hand. his straight would mean he didn’t have to remove his clothing, which was scarce, as both boys were lounging around in sweatpants and shirts. there wasn’t much to take off.

‘this isn’t fun if i’m the only one who’s going to be stripping,’ you frowned, but coriolanus just laughed.

‘shouldn’t have agreed to play with us,’ disappointment filled his eyes when he saw you remove another sock. ‘oh, and rule change… next time you lose, you need to take off a real item of clothing. no more socks or watches.’

you shook your head, and reached for the glass of red wine perched on the coffee table. if you had to continue, you decided that you could at least get a little help from the liquor, just as the boys did.

sejanus dealt a hand this time, and your lips curled up with a grin when you realised you’d gotten a royal flush. you wanted to bet big this time, and pushed all your chips in. both boys could see you struggled to keep a poker face, but sejanus let out a defeated sigh when he realised he only had a pair.

‘well boys, which one of you is stripping?’ you giggled, showing your royal flush.

coriolanus showed his full house, a little disappointed that you’d won this time. beginner’s luck, he supposed. sejanus tossed his cards down, a little disgruntled that he’d lost. because you’d made such a hefty bet, you’d raked up all their chips, grinning.

‘come on sej, what are you going to take off, pants or shirt?’ you teased, watching as a blush crept across his cheeks.

he pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular and taught torso, causing you to giggle again, face burning. coriolanus didn’t mind either, and you caught his eyes going wide as your roommate removed his shirt.

‘see, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’ you cajoled, basking in the giddiness of your win.

you dealt the hand this time, body humming in anticipation. you wanted to luck out again this time, but frowned when you scooped up your cards and were left with merely a straight.

this time, it was coriolanus who lost, and you watched as he too removed his shirt. you noticed a dog tag dangling from around his neck, obviously from when he’d joined the army on an impulse, or so he’d said, and felt your mouth water a little at the sight of his well-toned chest.

‘oh boys,’ you sighed, clucking your tongue. the alcohol had made your lips a little loose, and they seemed acutely aware that you were now the most clothed one there.

another hand was dealt. you had finally been defeated, and sighed as you decided what would be best to remove. you couldn’t deny the burning between your thighs as the two of them sat on the couch, shirtless, while you were sat cross-legged on the floor.

you could be extra teasing and remove your bra from underneath your dress, but then if you lost again, you’d run the risk of being only in your panties. however, it wouldn’t be as fun if you pulled off your dress, wanting to make them wait. you saw the way they were eyeing you, slouched over, eyes fixated on your every movement.

you lifted up the back of your dress, and unclasped your bra. you were a little relieved you’d chosen to wear the pretty one, baby blue and lacy, and as you slipped it off your arms, you heard their breaths catching in their throats.

‘you’re such a fuckin’ tease,’ coriolanus sighed, running a hand through his golden curls.

‘hey, just think about what she’ll have to take off next, coryo,’ sejanus laughed, but coriolanus still frowned with displeasure.

‘you never said which order i had to remove the clothes,’ you murmured, tossing the bra at the couch.

coriolanus caught it in his hands, a surprised look creeping across his cheeks as he realised what he was clutching. he could smell the faint scent of your perfume, miss dior, was it?—and felt his cock twitch a little in his sweatpants. god, it would be hard to keep hiding the fact that he wanted your lips around his cock.

‘mhm, well next time, i’m going to make you remove that dress,’ he replied, causing sejanus to let out a guffaw.

it was no secret between the boys that they both wanted you, enthralled by your pretty smile and the way you were always so touchy with them. they’d been planning this for a while now, hoping that you just couldn’t refuse the game—and you’d been more than willing when it had been suggested. secretly, you fantasised about taking both of them, watching as one stretched your pretty little hole out while the other fucked your throat.

‘oh really?’ your brows quirked up. ‘you’re going to make me?’

coriolanus nodded, eyes dancing with want. you pursed your lips together with curiosity, forgetting that you were supposed to actually be playing poker.

‘coryo,’ sejanus laughed, watching as the two of you shamelessly flirted. he felt a little pang of jealousy with the attention not being entirely on him, but he was sure he wouldn’t be left out with the way you’d been eyeing his big arms before.

‘what do you think, sej?’ coriolanus inquired, turning to look at his friend. ‘think i can make her take her dress off?’

sejanus pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes narrowing in on you. your face was flushed now, and though you tried to hide it, you were trembling a little nervously. he nodded his head.

‘yeah,’ he mumbled, breath catching slightly at the thought of your naked form.

you stood up from the ground, and made your way over to the boys who were draped across the couch. you stood between them now, watching as their eyes flickered to the bottom of your dress, which barely covered the top of your thighs.

‘well, are you going to make me?’ you mused, fingers clutching at the hem of your dress.

coriolanus’ hands grasped at your thighs, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp at the feeling of the cold touch on your skin. they travelled to grip at the hem, brushing your own clutching hands away, and he hiked the dress up past your panties.

‘oh my,’ he sighed as he revealed a pair that matched the bra you’d tossed at him some time earlier.

sejanus let out a groan, and unable to keep his hands to himself, he grabbed your arm. unlike coriolanus, his touch was warm; pleasant. the alternating sensations sent your head into a spin, and you let your eyes flutter shut.

coriolanus pulled you down against his thigh, and your eyes opened again, watching as he slipped the dress over your head. you shivered at the feeling of the cool air brushing against your bare skin. both boys groaned at the sight of your breasts, perfectly pert, nipples cold and hard. sejanus couldn’t help himself, and ran a hand over the sensitive skin.

‘oh,’ you sighed as he stroked your nipple.

your core burned, and you found yourself clenching around coriolanus’ thigh, searching for a way to relieve the tension. he could only watch in awe, eyeing your perfect body. he felt the wetness from your panties as you began to grind against his thigh.

‘fuck,’ you groaned, body humming with pleasure as sejanus continued to run at your hard nipples. he had both of his hands cupped around your breasts, watching as you continued to search for release against coriolanus’ thigh.

he couldn’t have that though, the way you were gasping, and the friction of your cunt upon his leg made the blood rush to his cock.

‘she’s so pretty coryo,’ sejanus sighed. ‘i wanna fuck her.’

you were a little taken aback by the words coming out of his mouth. sejanus was usually sweet, you would expect coriolanus to speak with that sort of frankness. it only made your thighs burn more, knowing that they both wanted you.

‘yeah? how does that sound, princess?’ coriolanus asked, shifting a little uncomfortably as he tried to accomodate for the straining bulge in his sweatpants.

‘i want you both,’ you mewled, looking all pathetic already. you’d had such control before, teasing them, and now you were a mess, rubbing your wet pussy against coriolanus’ leg.

‘both?’ coriolanus gasped. ‘greedy, are we?’

you nodded dumbly, rutting helplessly against him. you could feel yourself coming undone, but before you could edge your way to your orgasm, coriolanus pulled you off his lap and put you down between himself and sejanus.

both boys are straining in their pants, and you can see how hungrily they’re eyeing you. the wine removed any shyness you’d had about your body, but you’re still very conscious of the fact that you’re in nothing but your panties.

‘don’t tease her so much, coryo,’ sejanus’ tone was laced with a tone of plea—he wanted to get on with things, he just couldn’t help himself, he was throbbing inside his boxers, tip dribbling a little with precum.

you smiled innocently at sejanus, but your eyes were dancing with desire, and the heat between your legs had not ebbed. you could see how hard he was, and wanting to help him, you ghosted a hand over the bulge.

he let out a groan, and coriolanus watched greedily, jealous that the attention was removed from him. you couldn’t help yourself, and slipped your hand past the waistband of his pants and boxers, beginning to palm his cock. he was thick, and throbbing against your hand.

‘didn’t know you were so desperate to fuck me, sej,’ you teased, pulling his cock out before your eyes.

your mouth watered, but you were aware of coriolanus’ heavy-breathing, laced with jealousy. you settled onto your knees on the couch, ass perched close to coriolanus’ face, and bent down to give sejanus’ cock a kiss.

‘fuck,’ he sighed, and you looked up at him through your thick lashes, seeking his permission. ‘go ahead.’

you moved the flat of your tongue around the tip of his cock, licking up the drops of precum, circling until you were satisfied that it was all gone. coriolanus groaned at the sight of you watching you glide your tongue across sejanus’ cock, and couldn’t ignore the fact that your ass was practically presenting itself to him.

you moved your tongue up the underside of sejanus’ cock, watching as he groaned, hand fisting in your hair. you felt coriolanus’ hands on your ass, but were too distracted by sejanus that you didn’t notice him sliding your panties down your legs.

you wrapped your lips around sejanus’ tip, and began to take him further in your mouth, watching as his hips bucked at the wet warmth of your saliva coating his cock. you let out a gasp as you felt coriolanus’ fingers glide across your wet folds, and pulled away from sejanus for a brief moment to see him fingering you from behind.

‘so fucking wet, look at her, sej,’ coriolanus cooed, thumb pressing against your clit.

you gasped, but moved so you were taking sejanus down your throat again, head bobbing as your tongue slipped up and down his thick shaft.

‘i wanna make you cum,’ coriolanus mused, watching as you squirmed from his touch.

sejanus’ hips twitched a little as you took him fully in your mouth, balls slapping slightly against your chin. he couldn’t help but buck against your lips, watching as you gagged. your eyes pricked a little with tears, but you pushed them away, determined to take him as deep as you could until he was coming down your throat.

coriolanus bent his head down and buried himself between your thighs, tongue lapping gently at the slickness pooling at your hole. your pussy looked beautiful from behind, and it tasted even better, just as sweet as he’d imagined. you moaned against sejanus’ cock, the hum sending him over the edge.

‘jesus,’ sejanus huffed out as he came down your throat.

thick, hot ropes slid onto your tongue as he slipped himself out, and you swallowed him up, even taking care to suck a little at the tip to make sure all his cum was making its way down to your belly. he whined from the feeling of your lips around his overstimulated tip.

sejanus had to pry you off of him for fear he’d be coming again, and you turned your attention back to coriolanus, who was currently fucking your hole with his tongue. you whined at the sensation, eyes trained on sejanus, who’s lips were curved into a grin at the sight of your fucked-out face.

‘coryo,’ you whimpered, moving away from him.

as much as you were enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your cunt, the position was uncomfortable. you turned around to face him, and forced him down against the couch, hovering over him teasingly.

‘i’m going to sit on your face, and you can finish what you’re doing,’ you commanded, watching as coriolanus gripped your thighs, dragging you down so you could perch your cunt upon his face.

‘i can’t believe he’s letting you boss him around,’ sejanus laughed, surprised that his friend had surrendered his usual dominance to you of all people.

‘mhm, well he’ll get to tell me what to do once he can make me cum,’ you remarked, groaning as his tongue worked effortlessly at your clit.

sejanus came to sit on the other side of you, not wanting to miss out on all the fun. you leaned in to him, your noses brushing as you let out another gasp as coriolanus’ tongue pressed against your sensitive nub, lips suckling in an attempt to bring you to your pleasure.

sejanus’ lips were soft against yours, and you moaned into the kiss, too far gone with the pressure of coriolanus’ skilled tongue against your dripping folds. he wrapped his hands around your neck, fingers catching in your hair, pulling you closer. you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

you were so desperate, at the same time grinding against coriolanus’ mouth, feeling yourself unfurl beneath him. heat burned at your core, the tight knot in your stomach forming. coriolanus’ cock was hard again as he felt your juices coat his lips, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep inside of you.

moaning into sejanus’ mouth, you clenched your thighs and felt yourself come undone, skin dancing with the fire of your want. you wondered if coriolanus was suffocating between your thighs, but he continued to lick at you as if you were his last meal, lapping up all the delicious slick that you dripped onto his tongue.

‘so good,’ you gasped into sejanus’ mouth, his fingers tickling the nape of your neck.

you pulled yourself off of coriolanus, who’s lips were wet with your juices, and you felt your core tingle again. he looked so hot, drunk on your pussy, blue eyes wide with a hunger to have you all to himself.

sejanus and you parted for a moment, watching as coriolanus grabbed at your naked form, his hard cock pressing into your back. you let out a sigh, rubbing your ass against his cock, and he cast a pleading look.

‘wanna fuck you now,’ he begged, a little pathetic.

sejanus coughed, reminding coriolanus that he had to share you, after all, you had more than one hole. it would be cruel to deny them their pleasure.

‘i’m sure you boys can decide who gets what,’ you drawled, letting coriolanus pull you into his lap.

both boys were silent for a moment, debating with one another through their eyes; coriolanus’ boner pressing into you, a reminder of just how much he needed you. he wanted you to be his, but sharing you with sejanus was only fair, especially when you’d been so insistent.

‘coryo?’ sejanus quirked a brow.

coriolanus pursed his lips, growing increasingly aware of the way your ass ground against his cock. he didn’t know how much longer he could take it, or if he’d finish without even being inside of you.

'should i fuck you in the ass, hm?' coriolanus murmured in your ear. your cheeks burned, but you nodded hazily, too distracted by the thought of both of them inside of you.

'sej? does that suit you?' you asked, lips pursing as you felt your core begin to soak with heat again.

he didn't know what to say, words caught in his throat like dirt. of course it suited him. he had dreamed of a time like this, burying himself deep inside of your cunt, watching you moan his name...

'yeah, 'course,' he managed to utter, and you cast a soft smile.

sejanus laid back against the couch, and you left a pouting coriolanus to clamber onto sejanus' lap, straddling him. coriolanus watched as you wrapped your hand around sejanus' cock and stroked him a few times, thumbing the precum on his tip. when you decided he was wet enough, you lowered yourself around him, gasping as his thick cock stretched out your walls.

coriolanus gripped at your waist from behind, stroking the small of your back with his ringed hands. he'd pulled down his sweatpants, and his cock, long and throbbing, was pressing right against your ass. you moved up and down on sejanus, hands stroking the smooth expanse of his toned chest, watching as he moaned as you clenched around him.

'so good,' sejanus sighed as the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy echoed across the room.

struck with jealousy, coriolanus barely gave you warning as he pressed himself inside your other hole. you gasped, brows knitting together at the slight discomfort of his long length shoving inside of you.

‘is she tight, sej?’ coriolanus asked, groaning as he began to buck into your hole.

your head swam with overstimulation, core burning as they both filled you with their cocks. you couldn’t help but gasp as you rode sejanus, feeling coriolanus’ cock pressing against a particularly tight spot in your hole. you were in a daze.

‘so tight,’ sejanus mused, gripping at your hips, attempting to bury himself fully inside of you.

‘it’s too much,’ you murmured, already completely fucked-out on their cocks.

coriolanus’ cock throbbed as he felt your hole squeezing around his cock, clenching as sejanus stretched your pussy. he didn’t know how much more he could take, his balls aching to shoot their load into you. he thought of you being filled with both of their cum, watching the pearly stuff dripping out of your cunt and ass. that sent his head into a spin.

‘fucking hell!’ coriolanus grunted, sound of his balls slapping against your mingling with that of your wet cunt against sejanus’ cock.

‘she’s so good, isn’t she?’ sejanus mewled, his thighs trembling a little beneath you.

‘taking us so well,’ coriolanus said, breath hot against your ear. the feeling of the hot air sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself being pushed over the edge.

‘gonna…’ you huffed, a little exhausted. ‘cum.’

the boys laughed, watching as you fucked yourself dumbly on their cocks, groaning and sighing with delight as you came undone, cunt gushing with wetness. sejanus moaned at the feeling of your slickness coating his cock, a milky ring forming round the base as your pussy slipped on and off his shaft.

‘such a slut, fucking yourself stupid on our cocks, huh?’ coriolanus cajoled, fastening his pace.

he tugged on your hair when you didn’t respond, and you let out a cry, feeling the stinging feeling of your hair strands standing on the ends of your scalp.

‘you gonna answer me? or have we fucked you so good that you can’t answer,’ coriolanus shook his head. ‘such a little whore.’

you moaned as you felt sejanus tremble beneath you, spilling his load inside your cunt. he whimpered a little as he came, cheeks burning and red with abashed innocence. you’d just felt so good, the way your wet walls clenched around him, taking him so well.

‘god,’ sejanus mumbled, continuing to thrust lazily into your pussy as his cum trickled out.

‘oh sej,’ you giggled, pressing a kiss to one of his reddened cheeks. he looked so sweet, big brown eyes welling with a bashful expression.

‘couldn’t help myself, you’re just so good,’ he mused, grunting as you changed position, sliding off his cock so your ass was pressed pertly against coriolanus’ cock.

‘want you to cum in my pussy too, coryo,’ you murmured, turning back to glance at him.

he frowned, but he couldn’t say no to the offer. he pulled his cock from your ass, throbbing and red; and a small groan played upon his lips as the pleasure ceased for a second. you both moaned as he slid into your wet, cum-soaked cunt, and he gripped at your hips.

feeling extra teasing, you reached down to grab at sejanus’ now flaccid cock, watching as his hips writhed at the excess stimulation. his eyes were stretched into a look of wide-eyed plea, but the sounds that were stumbling from his lips suggested he was yearning for it.

‘please, too much,’ he uttered, but his cock came to attention again, hardening as you ran your hands up and down.

coriolanus was close, clutching at your hips so hard you could feel the bruises forming. he loved the way your skin turned red between his fingers as he pounded you, another way he was making you his. your wetness, mixed with the feeling of sejanus’ cum, made his own release threaten to occur.

‘gonna fill you up, hm? such a slut, being filled with both our cum, taking it so well,’ coriolanus grunted against your ear as he pounded into you.

sejanus whimpered as you squeezed at his tip, hips thrusting helplessly, and a moan escaped your own lips as coriolanus gave a final, rough buck into your used cunt. he felt spurts of hot, sticky cum paint your walls, dripping down his aching cock.

coriolanus fucked the cum back into you, watching with an impish grin as your cunt sucked in his load; his cock was dripping with it too, and he felt turned on wondering whether it was his or sejanus’ that was costing him. either way, you were their’s now.

‘so much for strip poker,’ you laughed, breath heavy with exhaustion.

sweat beaded all of your skin, your breasts glistening beneath the ambient light of the room. you cast your eyes to the cards and chips strewn across the coffee table; your clothes tossed carelessly on the floor. your head swum with the heady excess of your bliss, and you sighed.

‘well, i’m not going to say no to another round,’ coriolanus murmured, causing the three of you to give an exasperated laugh. you wondered if you’d ever look at strip poker the same way again. probably not.

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I have a request! 141 plus König playing a long game of strip poker with a female reader. Things get steamy and the reader gets gang banged?

"You Can Handle It, Right?"

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141 + König x F!Reader

Civilian|Y/N

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Characters: John Price, Kyle Garrick, Simon Riley, Johnny Mactavish, Alex Keller, König

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Warnings: Smut, Gangbang, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Oral {M Receiving}, Rough?, Boyfriend!Alex

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You weren't exactly sure how you ended up here but you weren't about to complain, rough calloused hands palming at every inch of you.

It was supposed to be an innocent game of poker with your boyfriend Alex and his friends, until however Johnny cheekily suggested strip poker.

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"Strip poker? Seriously?"

Simon didn't seem all too thrilled by the idea but him and John were the best at the game so they didn't have to worry much.

You glanced over towards Alex who seemed just as excited about it as Johnny, Kyle seemed pretty happy and nervous about the idea and König... Well, König was fidgeting but you weren't sure if it was nerves or excitement... You hadn't known him as long as the others so you couldn't read him well yet.

"Sounds fun!"

You were down as long as they were, being shy about your body wasn't your style and that became very clear very fast.

As the game dragged on you ended up being the one stripping the most off- aside from Alex who also seemed to suck ass at poker. The guys eyes were glued to you as you casually tugged off your shirt and discarded it along with your shoes, socks and pants. You were just in a bra and underwear now.

You didn't miss the adoring but also lustful look in Alex's eyes as they took in your features, he's seen you like this many times but never fails to be amazed- however the others hadn't gotten this chance before and it was clear.

You had them absolutely drooling.

"How about a new game... Strip pokers getting boring."

Alex spoke up and little did you know the offer he was going to propose.

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Your chest was pressed flush against John's and you could feel his thick chest hair bristling against your bare breasts, he had one hand on your waist and the other was holding his cigar- the man didn't pause his bad habit even for fucking you.

"That's it, love. Just like that."

He breathed out the smoke but aimed away from your face as he did so, you currently were being held up by Alex behind you with John's dick pressed deep inside you. Alex trailed kisses down the back of your neck.

"You're so pretty, baby."

He murmured against your heated flesh, pressing up closer as well aching to have his turn inside you but also enjoying watching you get fucked by John.

The other guys also were enthralled by the filthy display, your head back mouth agape like you couldn't get enough oxygen with the way he was bucking into you, John's tip felt like it was kissing your cervix and threatening to rearrange your guts entirely.

Vision blurred from pleasure you were getting close, before you could release though John pulled out and stroked himself a few times cumming on your thighs instead. You let out such a pathetic little whimper that it made the man chuckle.

"Don't worry, love. I'm sure the boys will take good care of you."

Swiftly you were manhandled over to the table, you weren't entirely sure who's hands were who's. Your hands wound up firmly planted on the hard wooden surface for support while bent over, Alex stood in front of you but you were unsure who was behind you.

"Open."

Without hesitation you opened your mouth for your boyfriend, he slipped his dick into your mouth and grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail, you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head while sucking, earning so many sweet little moans from him- your eyes watering as you nearly gagged a few times.

"Fuck... Bonnie."

You recognized that Scottish accent and term of endearment, while having your throat fucked you felt a pair of rough calloused fingers toying with your clit, you whined and groaned around Alex's cock your drool dripping down onto the table. You heard a chuckle from the Scot behind you, unable to see him but you could just feel the smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Ye like that?"

His deft fingers made quick work out of you, circling your clit and then plunging into your heated core, curling and stroking along your pulsing walls. He adored making you come undone while you were choking on your boyfriend's dick at the same time.

Though he needed his own release as well, positioning himself at your entrance he easily slid in and began thrusting, your legs wobbled and shook. Even with the table as support you were struggling, almost collapsing forwards onto the hard surface.

Johnny gripped your waist tight and assisted in keeping you from caving in, pacing his thrusts to match your bobbing on Alex.

It wasn't long before Alex spilled his seed down your throat, his cock pulsing and twitching in your mouth while he groaned, he smiled down at you in such a sweet away as he pulled away.

Who would think this is the same guy letting you get ruined by his friends?

"So pretty."

He remarked softly before moving out of the way for Kyle, unlike the others Kyle actually seemed a bit nervous. His pupils blown out with lust he reached out gently gripping your chin, all his nerves went away when he saw your fuck-drunk face.

"Shit... You like getting used like this don't you? Slutty little thing."

You didn't exactly peg Kyle for the type to be degrading but you weren't complaining, your cunt squeezing Johnny tighter as he was still fucking your tight hold chasing his own high while also driving you to yours.

"Fuckin' hell.... I think she likes that."

You didn't miss the slightly darker look on Kyle's face along with his smirk, opening your mouth wide for him to stuff his length in, taking it down your throat like a good fuck toy.

"Alex trained you well, didn't he? Such a good little whore. Taking several men... Bet ya always fantasized about this, huh?"

Of course you couldn't answer him as you were rammed from behind while getting your throat used like a fleshlight at the same time, you were an absolute mess as you orgasmed on Johnny, your moans and cries choked out by the cock in your mouth.

He came undone immediately after you did, groaning out as you felt a thick heat flood your tight walls. Kyle still using your mouth till he finished as well, forcing his dick all the way down when he came so you were gagging on it, his semen sliding directly down your throat.

He pulled away and finally you could breathe, desperately panting when Johnny finally let go of your waist, you just helplessly collapsed onto the table your chest smacking against the hard wood.

You didn't get a break for long though, a pair of gloved hands that you instantly knew was Simon lifting you up by your mid section and rolling you over onto your back on the table.

"Are you alright to continue?"

He asked genuinely while gazing deep into your eyes, after you gave a little nod to confirm he slid his hands down to your thighs, his gloved hand stroked along your skin while he made intense eye contact with you for a moment- still making sure you were definitely okay.

Then he swiftly spread your legs as wide as he could, burning gaze directed at your abused and messy cunt that was spilling slick and cum.

"Yet you still aren't satisfied, are you?"

He remarked but you didn't have chance to answer, he roughly manhandled you into a mating press with your legs draped over his shoulders.

"We can fix that."

His gruff voice filled your ears as you felt him slide in, you two were quite the sight. Him still fully clothed with just his jeans unzipped and cock out, meanwhile you fully exposed beneath him staring up into the deep pools of hazel that were his eyes.

He was actually a bit of a tight fit and you felt like you were going to be speared straight into your other organs, eyes rolling back he quickly grasped your chin, his grip tight but not enough to hurt just enough to get your attention.

"Eyes on me."

He stated the command in a straight forward way and you obliged, struggling as you maintained eye contact. He didn't hesitate to fuck you hard and rough, quickly realizing you seemed to like it that way and who was he to deny you that pleasure, the feeling of getting used by a big rough and tough masked man.

You ended up coming again and spasming wildly beneath him, his breathing heavy as well he didn't last much longer either, filling you to the brim he kept moving riding out his orgasm inside you. You were filled and covered with cum by this point- so fucked out you nearly forgot that there was one more guy left.

The whole time König had stood just observing, his deep dark and clouded eyes locked onto your shaky form.

Next thing you knew you were hoisted up off the table by an unfamiliar pair of incredibly strong arms, quickly pinned between him and the wall- though König felt almost like a brick wall himself.

His eyes were down right feral behind that hood, you felt your throat clench but also couldn't deny there was something about it that did something to you, he was the only one of the guys you didn't know really well before hand...

You didn't know what he was capable of.

He wasn't exactly gentle by any means, he was cautious of his size so as to not genuinely injure you- but he wasn't gentle. Holding your waist with one hand having you wrap your legs around him, the other hand slipping down to your folds.

He teased your clit with his large gloves hand before quickly stuffing his fingers into your hole, you felt the gloves seams scraping at your tender and over stimulated insides, your whines only seemed to fuel his desire to ravage you even more.

"You can handle it, right?"

You eagerly nodded and though you couldn't see it- he was grinning behind his hood. He was going to ruin you.

"Good girl, Liebling."

The large Austrian man took you right there against the wall, his dick splitting you open. If you thought you weren't going to be able to walk before- well you sure as hell knew you weren't going to be able to now.

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{This was a struggle idk why- I guess I'm not good at writing a fic with multiple guys LOL}

{Inspired by this fic by @catsnkooks }

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He’s timid to do it at first. Playing poker with the stakes being you losing clothing rather than money. He’d rather lose money now honestly.

His shyness comes out the moment you mention to just try playing the game for shits and giggles. 

If you guys are dating– whether it's long-term or fresh– he’s iffy about playing strip poker. You guys are just friends, probably not for long, but he’s even more iffy.

Not in a way that he feels uncomfortable with it. No. he walks around half-naked. He’s more so shy about YOU seeing him naked.

Got him blushing and shit when you eventually tell him that you have seen him half naked anyways.

Then he’s down to play. Still would rather lose money to you at this point.

At some point, you thought having a drink would be a good idea.

Man’s cleaning up the poker chips that toppled over somehow. Also just folds the discarded clothes

Get’s nervous when you’re both getting down to your last bit of clothing

Successful when you tell him to kiss you if he wants the game to stop

The night did not end with a kiss

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 

He’s got too good of a poker face for this.

Probably the one that suggested the game.

Just a fun way to pass the time

But he’s watching you the whole game. Is he checking you out or is he trying to see if you get uncomfortable with the fact your stripping in front of him?

Feel like he could very easily win. Just seems like he would be good at poker in general.

Won’t take off the shirt he’s wearing for as long as possible

Somehow you guys just end up in a flirt war toward the end of the game.

At some point, he starts thinking with his dick

He’d do this completely sober too     

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 

Honestly so unphased by the stripping part

He’s neither good nor bad at the game

He’ll win by distracting you with his biddies

Not even on purpose. The shirt just comes off as part of the game and that’s all your looking at

He notices for sure.

He’ll flex to distract you 100%

It works

Did you even finish the game or did you guys just take the other's clothes off 

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 

Paboracha at its finest.

Like heard of the strip version but never cared so forgot about it

Took him a minute to get the concept

A mix of flirty and shy

Like he’s all talk until after the first round and then he’s all blushing and shit

He’s the first to fold and pulls you onto his lap

Kisses and compliments. 

Cards are completely forgotten for the rest of the night

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐇𝐀𝐍

He googled it

He’d heard of it but wasn’t sure so he looked it up

Doesn’t know why he thought it’d be a good idea

It was truly all fun and games until one of you lost the first round and a shirt came off

He needed alcohol to even continue and lord knows he’s a goddamn lightweight

Didn’t even really finish bc of him being a lightweight

Whined for you to cuddle him bc he was tired

Clothes were not put back on and he panicked a bit the next morning until you calmed him down

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

Can’t play card games for shit. Why did this one seem like a good idea?

Thought the strip part was funny and that was the only reason he decided to play

It was fun and games till one of you lost a round x2

He’s trying to be subtle about checking you out. He is not

Once you notice, tease him

Fuck the game at that point

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

Poker face x2

Thinks its funny to watch you lose

When he acts innocent

Adds more stakes to the game for no goddamn reason

Sometimes will lose on purpose. Depends on the day

Should have backed out of the game when you had a chance

Will tease the utter shit out of you the entire game

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐈.𝐍

Just thought it was funny

Googled the game x2

Laughed while reading the rules

Tries so hard not to be phased. Fails miserably

Starts thinking with his dick x2

One of you ends up on top of the other

Actually finishes the game though

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Eren x Armin x Reader Friday Night Strip Poker (1)

words: 3.1k

concept: your good friends Eren and Armin are tight as thieves, and one night as you play strip poker, some tension arises and is resolved with another type of group activity...

contains: oral (f/m receiving), slightly sub!armin, slightly dom!eren, slightly domineering reader, threesome (MMF), cucking

y/n uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy!

artwork does not belong to me, so creds to the artists!

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"You know, you look really nice in that new shirt." Eren smirks.

You are taken aback by Eren's forwardness. You, him, Armin, and Mikasa had shopped in Shiganshina Center yesterday, and you had gotten the shirt from a little boutique. It was a little black ribbed top with grey stitching. I might just have to fuck you right here, Mikasa had said when you stepped out of the dressing room, eliciting hearty laughs from Eren and Armin, and a flustered chuckle from you. There was always a little bit of homoeroticism between you and Mikasa, which is something you decided to put on the back burner when you noticed it a couple weeks before. Besides, she was in a relationship.

It was Friday, and tonight, it was date night for Mikasa and Annie, leaving you, Eren, and Armin to hang out at Eren's apartment in downtown Shiganshina. It was a perfect summer evening; the smell of food floated through Eren's open window from the restaurant below, and the bustle of the street below was faintly audible.

You guys decided to have a game night with some karaoke, and were currently playing Eren's favorite card game, Egyptian Rat-screw, which with these two stubborn boys, gets violent.

A queen of hearts was dealt, then a three of spades, then another queen.

"SANDWICH!" You all yell in unison, slamming your cards down onto the pile. Of course, Eren's card landed first. His fast reflexes were hard to compete with for you and Armin.

"Damn you, Eren!" you yell, and the three of you fall into a heap of laughter.

"More drinks?" Eren offers.

"Such a good host." You tease.

You and Armin sit cross legged watching Eren as he pads across the floor and into the kitchen to pour three glasses of piña colada mixer and add a generous amount of liquor to each.

"Thank you," Armin smiles sweetly as Eren hands him the drink. "My god Eren, bleh." Armin crinkles his nose as he tastes Eren's concoction.

You and Eren laugh softly.

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Twenty minutes later, the three of you are tipsy messes, with flushed cheeks and easily elicited laughs. There is a warmth in your stomach that usually comes with drinking, which always results in you being a little too flirtatious for your own good. And you had an idea.

"You know what we should play?" You giggle.

"What?" Eren and Armin perk up.

"Strip poker!" You announce, giving jazz hands to accompany your grand idea.

Armin crinkles his nose. "I don't know if thats a good-"

"YES," Eren interrupts, "now THAT sounds like fun!"

"Eren," Armin quickly glances to you before looking back to him, "are you sure this is a good idea-"

"PLEASE pleasepleasepleasepleas-" you playfully beg.

"Yeah, c'mon Arm', it'll be fun." Eren reasons.

"Okay, okay," Armin raises his hands in defeat. "Every time you lose a hand, something comes off, deal?"

"Deal!" You and Eren agree in unison.

You lose the first hand. And the next. Armin loses three in a row, taking off his socks and shirt. Eren loses four, stripping to only his boxers.

The thing is that it was summer, and you had worn sandals to the hangout. You didn't have two buffer losses to be used on your socks, so you were in your bra and underwear. You wish you had worn cuter underwear, but your bralette made your tits look amazing, which you reasoned made up for it.

What you don't notice at that moment is Eren and Armin's frantic exchanged glances, as Armin wiggled around trying to prevent his cock from hardening. He was lucky he still had his pants on, or it would be clear as day.

It could have been the way you were cutely sitting with your legs folded under you and your hands in your lap, accentuating your figure. Or, it could be related to the fact that Armin had harbored a crush on you for years, starting in high school and lasting through college.

All that mattered at that moment, though, was the curve of your supple thighs that Armin and Eren could practically taste, and the upward inflection of your voice when you laughed, which they both had only dreamed of hearing in a less platonic context.

Armin jumped when he looked up from his rearranging of his pants to see you staring right at him.

"Shit, you startled me," his voice grew small.

Your eyes flitted up and down his figure before a huge smile of realization creeped its way onto your face; he was getting hard!

"Armin..." you cooed, voice low and sensual; "are you..." your eyes locked onto his bulge.

"Ummmmm, uh," He stammered. "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked down.

"Don't be," You felt a familiar tingle between your legs. Whether it was flattery or plain old arousal you didn't know, but this intrigued you. More than that- you liked that he was getting hard just by seeing you in your underwear. You wanted him to be all flustered and sensitive by just looking at you; It excited you. Your next thought came bubbling up out of your subconscious like an instinct, and you immediately knew what you had to do next.

You scooted closer to him. "Armin, can I...can I see it?"

How could he resist such a polite request from such a pretty girl?

"What? Um, uh," Armin's face was beet red, and the blush was creeping down his chest. "Uh, like, d'you mean, it it?"

"Your dick." You said plainly, smiling with anticipation.

Eren looked on in entertained awe, not just at the situation, but your sudden boldness. "C'mon Armin, let's see it."

"Uhm," Armin smiled nervously. "Okay, I- I guess," He slipped his pants over his hips and his cock sprang upwards, pulling the fabric of his underwear taut. You smiled wider. He pulled them all the way off and discarded them to the side.

All of that just from seeing you? Your heart swelled with pride. You needed more.

"Can I come closer?" You earnestly awaited a response.

"Uh-" Armin glanced at Eren, before hesitantly nodding. "Mhm".

You crawled the remainder of the distance to him, keeping your eyes locked on his. Once you were in front of him, you folded your legs underneath you and looked at the bulge beneath his underwear. Not many details were visible under the fabric, but one thing was clear: he was big.

"Such a pretty cock," You muttered under your breath.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled; his dick twitching in response to your compliment.

So that's what he was in to. In hindsight, it made total sense.

You laughed sweetly. "So you're into praise, hm?"

Armin was taken aback at how quickly you figured him out, and his blush grew even deeper. "Oh, uh, I mean, I don't really kn-"

"Kiss." Eren interrupted. His voice was commanding and low- this was a side of him you hadn't seen before, but you didn't dislike it.

"Just shut up and kiss already." He cleared his throat.

Although Eren was sat about three feet away from you and Armin, his voice sounded like it was right next to you, which sent a spark of electricity to your lower stomach.

You and Armin glanced at him with surprise initially, before seeing the expression on his face. His cock was semi-hard, and his eyes were dark with lust. You looked back to Armin, whose eyes were already on your face.

You cupped his left cheek and brought your lips forward, stopping just shy of his own before closing your eyes.

A moment later, you felt him tenderly kiss your bottom lip. You reciprocated, beginning to kiss him softly. You climbed onto the edge of his lap, straddling his lower thighs, and wrapped your arms around his neck. A moment later, you felt his tongue; he was hesitant at first, but grew more confident each second that passes.

You groaned lightly.

Kissing Armin felt so fucking good; so much better than you ever would have expected. It's not like he was unattractive by any means whatsoever; in fact, he was an objectively beautiful person. You had thought about him in passing for as long as you could remember; sometimes imagining him late at night when you were alone in your room. You imagined kissing him; feeling him below you; kissing his neck; getting him hard; and making him come. But you could never let it become a full blown crush, because he was your friend. Attraction between friends is normal, you had told yourself. You just need to keep it under control. However well you managed it, you had always felt a twinge of jealously whenever he would hook up with other girls in college.

Now, you were kissing him. In real life. And it was so damn good. He kissed you like his life depended in it; like you were his one true love, and he had waited a century to taste your lips. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and it was making you dizzy.

A minute or two later, you were sat further up his thighs than before, your hands were in his hair, and your tongue was in his mouth. His hands moved from your waist to your hips to your thighs as he played with the soft flesh.

You two hear Eren groan, unable to stop himself from audibly expressing his arousal at the sight before him.

"God, you guys, that is so. fucking. hot." Eren breathes.

Armin groans; partially in response to Eren's confession, and partially in response to the fact that you had scooted further up on his lap, to the point where the tip of his dick was pressed nicely onto your clit through the fabric your guys' underwear. You rolled your hips once, pulling another noise from each of you.

It was like that for a little bit; you and Armin swallowing each others little noises as he guided your hips in their steady rotation, while Eren sat to the side, watching slack-jawed as he palmed his dick through his boxers. The little ball of white hot pleasure in your core was starting to increase in intensity with the friction of his cock pressing against you so nicely.

"Wait, we gotta stop, I'm- ah- i'mgonnacuminmypants," Armin manages to say in one breath, the end of which tended towards a whine. He stills your hips with his hands. You stayed on his lap for a second, clinging to him while you caught your breath.

"I guess it's my turn." You hear Eren propose. Always the problem solver.

"C'mere," Eren guides you up off of Armin's lap by your forearms and leads you to his bed. You feel his mattress pressing the back of your legs, and he lays you down gently. "Come sit, Armin."

Armin comes to sit on the bed next to you as Eren climbs on top of you, with his right knee in between your thighs, pressing against you. The friction on your clit as he moves around to settle sends a jolt of electricity from your sternum to in between your legs and makes your vision fuzzy.

"Ah," you moan softly at the stimulation.

"Already?' Eren laughs devilishly. "Armin, you really got her all hot and bothered, huh."

"Uh huh," Armin responds, sounding a bit dazed from the highly aroused state that your make-out session left him in.

"Can I kiss you?" Eren speaks lowly right up against your ear. You can feel the rumble of his chest as he does, sending another dose of arousal to swim around in your lower stomach.

"Please" You lament.

From the moment your lips meet, one thing is clear. Eren Jaeger is a damn good kisser. As a kisser, he is slightly more energetic than Armin, but not at all rough. He takes his time with you, licking and swallowing you up as you come undone beneath him. He makes you go cross eyed and limp with his magic tongue, and you feel close to coming un-fucking-touched.

One of his arms moves from beside your head and cups your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin. His knee between your legs presses so nicely up against your soaking cunt that you could cry. Or die. Or both. All that you know is that you could not possibly feel better than you do in this exact moment.

It is a couple seconds later that you are proven wrong.

"Can I play with your tit?" Eren breathes.

"Mhm" Your saccharine sweet voice slides like velvet past the ears and straight to the cocks of Eren Jaeger and Armin Arlert, leaving Armin groaning next to you two as he watches intently.

With his free hand, Eren cups your tit, massaging it and swiping his finger over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bralette. The sensation has you squirming and writhing beneath him, as he dips down to kiss your neck. He kisses down your neck, to your chest. Then your navel, to your belly button, to your lower stomach, before stopping.

"Can I go down on you?" Eren almost whines, his voice heavy with arousal.

"Oh god yes, please." You feel like you will explode if you are not touched soon.

"Armin, kiss her and play with her tit, hm?" Eren positions himself right in front of your pussy, placing your thighs on his shoulders. He presses his nose to the wet spot on the fabric of your underwear and inhales, before groaning and releasing a string of curses under his breath. God, you smell so fucking good, he whispers before beginning to practically make out with your throbbing cunt through your underwear.

"Oh- my- god!" You moan loudly in response to Eren hungrily licking at you. You vaguely sense Armin lean over you to kiss you, more sloppily now than before, as one of his hands snakes underneath your bra to play with your nipple.

"Let's get these off, hm?" You hear Eren say. You lift your hips in response as he slides the lime green underwear down your legs.

Armin's relentless swiping of your nipple has you dripping, and his lips on yours are making a wet, sloppy kissing noise. Which sends electricity straight to Eren's dick.

Eren runs his hands up your calf and pushes your leg up and out, kissing the crook of your knee as he does so. He squeezes the flesh of your thigh for a second, slowly making his way higher, before settling into the same position he was in before, with your legs over his shoulders and his face sitting pretty between your thighs. Armin had stopped kissing you to begin licking at your right nipple, while continuing to palm the left, giving you a clear view of Eren as he gazed at your cunt, slack jawed and breathing heavy.

Me mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, something involving pretty and god and so fucking wet. He rested his head onto your left thigh like a pillow, while reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers along the length of your outer labia. There was stubble, since you hadn't shaved since a couple of days prior, which heightened your sensitivity to the dragging of his fingers.

You were a moaning mess at this point; Armin's relentless stimulation of your nipples and Eren's teasing right next to where you needed him most had you choking back sobs of desperation.

"Eren, please!" You whined. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.

You heard him chuckle and were about to reiterate before feeling him lick up through your folds, starting below your entrance and landing on top of your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he mumbled, before beginning to lick at your clit. And it felt so indescribably amazing. You felt like you were on top of the world. On top of the universe even; you felt so good and full of white hot pleasure that you would burst if you didn't start to give some of it back. So thats what you did.

With your left hand buried in Eren's hair, your right was free to give some release to the trembling blonde boy hovering over your chest who was groaning at this point. You snaked your hand in between your bodies and down his torso until you felt him, rock fucking hard, beneath your palm.

As your hand made contact with the head of his cock he gasped, shock reverberating through his whole body. This was such a strong reaction from the smallest of touches. Seeing hearing and feeling how badly he needed you had you visibly smiling.

You began to sloppily jerk him off, and he was a blubbering mess, completely unable to do anything other than fuck himself sloppily into your hand.

Eren seemed to take notice of the blonde's reaction, quickening his tongues pace. You felt the tip of his middle finger dip into you shallowly, teasing for a moment, before going deeper. Once his knuckles were flush with your hips, he began tapping the sensitive place on your upper walls. White hot pleasure flooded your veins. This was so much better than when you did it yourself- he could reach deeper than you could, and was hitting the spot so perfectly that you knew you wouldn't last for more than a minute like this.

Everything became too much- the color in the room increased in saturation, the cacophony of sound around you- from the two boys, Eren's AC, and the street outside- became a symphony. The heat in your core climbed and climbed until it reached its peak.

You cried out in ecstasy as you came, with Eren groaning into the space between your thighs in response the sweet sound of your moans, and Armin letting some whines out as well.

You felt Armin tense up and come as well from the increased stimulation from your shifting around.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and your legs and torso spasmed as you rode out the high- with the help of Eren, who never faltered. As the waves of pleasure began to grow less intense and further apart, Eren dipped his head up to look at your face. He looked so pretty like that, with messy hair and his mouth and nose covered in your release.

He laughed, surprised at your tear ridden cheeks. "So you're a crier huh? Or was it just that good?"

"I don't usually cry," you lament, out of breath.

Eren smiled to himself at your indirect compliment.

You turned your head to look at Armin, who had slumped down onto your shoulder.

"Was that good, Armin?" You lightly patted the top of his head.

"M-hm." He nodded lightly.

Eren sat back onto his calves, which revealed his still rock hard cock pulling the fabric of his boxers taut.

"We gotta do something about that, huh?" You quipped.

"We don't have to, its okay-" he began.

"I want to." You gazed at him through your eyelashes.

"She's right, Eren." Armin piped in. "Let us help you."

You and Armin shared a knowing glance, before sitting up.

"This is going to be a long night isn't it." Eren muttered darkly.

"Yes it is." You said as you climbed onto his lap, with Armin close behind you to watch.

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Note: Okay this was a little rushed towards the end, but it was getting way too long for one part, so I guess this is part one of the Eren x Armin x Reader Friday night fun one shot!!

Also the use of Arm as a nickname for Armin is so unserious but I thought it was hilarious.

Anywaysss hope u like!

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Truth or dare

A/N: i had so much fun writing it and played the Song "Kissing u" by Miranda Cosgrove nonstop. Purple text passages are from the song. Hope you enjoy it <3 it is not proofread and pls remember english isnt my first language.

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“Now dance baby.” Shachi laughed out loud.

Ikkaku turned around. “I will get you for this, believe me.”

Ikkaku, Shachi, Penguin and I had our game night. After we played some cards, Shachi had the idea to play some truth or dare. Shachi dared Ikkaku to dance on top of a table.

“Why did I agree to play this stupid game?”

“Because you both refused to play strip poker with us.” Shachi winked at Ikkaku and me.

“Yeah but it was because we didn’t wanna see any of you guys naked.”

I said and Pen and Shachi pretended to be shocked. “Ouch, that hurts.” Said Penguin dramatically.

“Oh Come on y/n who can say no to this body?” Shachi answered and showed his biceps.

“Any human with a decent brain.” said Ikkau and we laughed. “At least we can play poker.” Pen pointed at me with a goofy grin.

Ikkaku jumped down from the table. “So now who’s turn is it? What about you Pen? Truth or dare?”

Penguin hummed while thinking about the options. “I go for a dare.”

Ikkau grinned.  “You have to make a sandwich and give it to our captain after this round.” While we snickered, Pen looked afraid. “Are you crazy? He will kill me.”

“He won’t kill you Pen. You just have to clean the deck for 3 or 4 weeks if you’re lucky.”

Pen let his head fall.  Shachi patted him on the back “Come on man. You can dare Ikkaku to help you.”

Penguin sighed. “Ok Shachi, truth or dare?”

“Wait, why is it my turn?” - “Because you had to back me up and you didn’t”

“I’ll go with truth then.” Ikkau and I mumbled a “Coward” and earned an angry gaze from Shachi.

“Do you have a crush on someone right now?” Penguin asked him. Shachi looked confused. “A Crush? Dude I have a crush on every beautiful woman out there. But sadly there aren’t any beautiful women for me right now.”

“Aren’t we lucky, Ikkaku?” You giggled and Pen and Ikkaku joined you by laughing a little louder.

“Haha funny, y/n. You are so bold today. So truth or dare?”

“Dare. I am bold except for you.”

You could hear an “ohhh” from Ikkaku and Penguin.

“If you are so bold, then I dare you to kiss one of us except for Ikkaku.” Shachi said while wiggling with his eyebrows.

“Well this isn’t a hard choice then.” I said and crawled towards Penguin.

Penguin gulped as I moved closer to him. He and I were really close. Since I joined the crew a few months ago, he and I were besties after only 2 minutes. So it is the safest choice, right?

“Ohh is this love?” asked Sachi. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be stupid. He is the only decent guy available right now.”

“But not just a peck, y/n.” I turned my head towards Shachi and I gave him a puzzled look.

“The kiss should be on the lips and at least for 10 seconds.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “No problem.” I turned towards Penguin.

“Is this ok?” Pen gulped and fiddled with his hands. “Ehh sure… I guess.” he blushed a little. He looked really cute right now. I’ve never saw him so nervous.

I touched his shoulder with my hands and closed the gap between us.

His lips were soft and warm.

Sparks fly, it's like electricity

I felt his lips moving slightly and one of his hands at the back of my head.

Why do I feel so warm inside and why can’t I stop?

'Cause when I'm kissin' you, my senses come alive

Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find

Shachi’s voiced echoed in my ear “Time’s up.”

I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. Penguin was the one who pulled away but just enough so our lips wouldn’t connect anymore. I opened my eyes and tried to look him into his eyes. Our noses were still touching. His gaze was on me. Did I do something wrong? I couldn’t read his expressions and crawled back to my place.

“Now that was a kiss. Your turn y/n.”

I lift my fingers to touch my lips. I could still feel his lips on me.

Shachi snapped his fingers before my face. “Earth on y/n. Are you ok?”

I shrieked. “Y-Yes of course.” My eyes tried to find Penguin, but he looked away from me, fumbling with his hands, avoiding looking in my direction. “Pen has to do his dare before we continue.” I just said and Penguin stood up. “Right. Well guys, wish me luck, that captain won’t kill me.”

As soon as Pen left for the kitchen, I stood up as well and went with a “I need to catch some fresh air” outside.

I leaned towards the railing and sighed. My heart was beating so fast during the kiss, I thought it would explode.

A person was standing next to me without even realizing it.

“Everything ok?”

I stumbled back and nearly fell on the ground, but thankfully Ikkaku catched my arm fast enough.

“Woah. The kiss must be pretty good if you space out like this. A penny for your thoughts?”

I looked at Ikkaku and shrugged my shoulders again. “I have no idea. It felt like a spark. It was soft and warm. This kiss felt...just right. Like what is this? I can’t stop thinking about his lips. I wanna feel them on me again. I can’t stop it. I just…” I groaned.

“You are blushing right now.”

I looked at her “I am? B-But how? What is going on? Penguin and I are friends. Why am I reacting like this?”

“Maybe you like him”

“Of course I like him.

“No I mean. You like like him.”

I was confused. “But why now? I never felt like this. Maybe it’s just attraction?”

Ikkaku smiled at me. “Maybe. Maybe it is a hidden crush coming to the surface. I mean you both are really close.”

My face heated up. I tried to hide my red cheeks with my hands.

“HEY! Are you guys coming back for another round?” We heard Penguin behind us. As we turned around he was coming towards us. “You are alive.” Ikkaku said and Pen grinned. “Yeah he hasn't seen it yet.” Penguin looked at me with a hint of worry. “Is everything ok? Are you going to be sick?” His hand touched my forehead. “I guess you got a fever. Come on, let’s get you to the captain to check on you.” I slapped his hand away.

“I…I have to go.” I said and ran away.

Penguin was slightly confused. “What is going on with her? I was just worried?” he pouted and mumbled to himself.

Penguin turned towards Ikkaku. “Do you think she catched a cold?”

Ikkaku grinned. “I guess you could call it ‘catching a cold’.“ Pen tilted his hand, scratching his cheeks.

“Say Pen, I am curious how was the kiss with y/n?” Ikkaku asked with amusement.

The young man looked at her before grinning and blushing a little bit. “Curiosity kills the cat, y’know?”

“Oh come on, dude.” He laughed a soft laugh. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t mind catching a cold as well.”

Before Ikkaku could answer, both of them saw a giant blue orb around them.

“Oh No.” Said Penguin and tried to get a few steps back. “Come with me, Penguin. NOW!” Both of them could hear the cold and calm voice of their captain Trafalgar Law. You could hear a “HELP” escape from Penguin as Captain Law shambles him inside the Polar Tang. Ikkaku closed her eyes and started a little prayer. “It was nice knowing you, my brother.” 

You hid under your blankets, still feeling the steady sound of your beating heart. The moment he touched your forehead it was too much for you. You had a few crushes in your past but it was nothing too serious. Of course you flirted with a few people whenever you docked on an island and visited a bar with Ikkaku or the chaos duo. Hell you even flirt with your crew, especially with Shachi and Penguin. Never ever did you feel like that. You couldn’t stop thinking about Penguin and his cute smiles. The way his lips taste like the chocolate you found earlier in the fridge. “I only find him attractive. That’s it. After I sleep a bit, everything will be back to normal.”

Sleep didn’t help you at all. After your duties you went on the deck and saw Penguin cleaning the whole Polar Tang. “Never mess with the captain.” you thought and started to observe the man with the penguin hat who was working the whole day.

Penguin stopped in his tracks just for him to open his zipper and took off his boiler suit, til the point it was hanging around his hips. You could see he was wearing a black tank top underneath and the sweat that was forming on his skin. He took his hat off for a second to wipe away the sweat on his forehead before putting his hat on again.

It was the first time you saw him without his hat. Yeah you only saw his back figure and it was for a second, but you saw it. You stared at every one of his movements. It was hypnotizing and you felt addicted.

He turned himself around a little bit to stretch his arms and you got a glimpse of his abs you didn’t even know he would have.  You gulped and couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Every single subtle glisten of sweat on his skin was way too interesting for you. His muscles, his cute little smile. He looked so radiant and by the time your mind had processed, he waved towards you.

And have you noticed I lose my focus

And the world around me disappears

“Do you enjoy the view?” He shouted towards me and grinned. Oh god, how long did I stare at him? How long did he stand there and noticed me?

Embarrassment immediately washed over you, as you tried to hide yourself.

Penguin walked towards you, a warm hand resting on your forehead. “Are you feeling better?” he asked with a hint of worry in his voice. You looked at him. Really looked at him.

I have never felt nothing like this

You're making me open up

No point even trying to fight this

It kinda feels like it's love

You just nodded. And a wide smile appeared on his face. “I’m glad that you are doing better. You got me worried. So what are you doing here? Except for staring?” He smirked at you and you felt the heat back on your cheeks. “I thought I could help you with it. Cleaning the Polar Tang.”

The sweet sound of his laughter made your heart jump a little.

“But you didn’t even dare me to do it. It should've been Ikkaku or Shachi.”

“I still want to help you.” You both stared at each other silently. The air was thick around you both. “You could dare me to help you, y’know?”

He looked up and down at you. You did the same and your eyes traveled down to his lips. How much you wanted to taste them again. You automatically licked over your own lips. But you still had an inner fight. Is it attraction? Could it be a crush? You didn’t know and wouldn’t play neither with his nor your feelings. You couldn’t look him in the eyes right now. It feels like just making eye contact would scream that you might like him as more than just friends.

“You could kiss me again if you like to.” You focused on him. Did you hear it correctly? You were looking for a sign of him, telling you it’s a joke, but he was looking at you with a little smirk. “If I can help you with your inner monologue, it is. It can just be a peck on the cheeks. Like this.” He calmly said and blew me a soft kiss on my right cheek.

“Do I distract you?” His husky voice sent me a shiver . “Yeah but you’re my favorite distraction.” I slapped my hand towards my mouth. The words slipped my mouth.

Penguin leaned his head on my shoulder as he was mumbling. “I’m trying to keep my cool here. Do you know how tempting you’re being right now?”

You could hear your heart loud and clear. Could Penguin hear it too? It was so loud. He was so close to you.

“Keep talking like that and I might end up falling in love with you by accident.” You wanted to sound calm but your voice cracked.

You could feel him grinning on your shoulder. Before he backed down and looked at you. “Maybe I want this ‘accident’ to happen. If you still feel unsure about everything, maybe you should go for ‘truth’ then.”

I gulped and nodded my head.

Penguin stood before me, humming. “Did you feel different when you kissed me? In a positive way?” I nodded and his face came closer towards mine. He leaned in and I felt his lips brush against my ear. With hot breath his lips parted and he whispered, “Do you want to kiss me again?” Your cheeks are just as flushed as his own. His hand trailing his fingers up your side. One Hand reaching up to cup your cheek, the other holding the back of your head. Like yesterday. Without waiting for your response, Penguin tugged you forwards by the back of your head and your lips crushed to his. This time it was not soft anymore but heated, intense but still sweet. 

When I'm kissin' you, it all starts making sense

And all the questions I've been asking in my head

Like are you the one, should I really trust

Crystal clear, it becomes when I'm kissin' you

As you both pulled apart your pupils blown wide, your cheeks bright red you looked at him.

“I guess I got my answers.” You smiled lightly and Penguin smirked as well.

He was holding your face in both hands. “If I knew you would feel like I do, I would have dared you a long time ago to kiss me myself.” And with that he kissed you again.

As you both pulled apart for the second time he was grinning. “Do you wanna see me naked now?”  He laughed and caught you off guard. “Of course I do.” -”Huh wait what?” He was confused by your sudden answer but was interrupted by you closing the gap between you two. 

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17 with Jake

or

25 with ransom

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Jake Jensen x ops!reader: a kiss to distract. (Ransom will be posted separately.)

No warnings except Jake is a dumbass... Cute divider by @cafekitsune and I hope you enjoy! This is one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024. (Ransom will be in a separate post, btw.) WC 738

"Under no circumstances are you to zipline that damn thing, Jensen. You hear me?” Clay bellows over your comms. The whole squad can hear their friend’s stupid thoughts from hundreds of yards away.

Jake simply bounces his shoulders next to you on the skyscraper roof, an awkward grimace stretched across his face instead of a smile.

The cool, intense winds this high up swirl around while you watch your targets become smaller and smaller, taking the only hardware down the wire with them.

You and Jake burst through the access door, raced over to grasp at the jumpers, and missed by mere inches.

So your partner thinks on his feet. It’s very dangerous.

"Yeah, well, I don't see you guys having a better idea."

Your disbelief is palpable, as you loudly mutter, "permission to shoot him, boss?"

Then there's an explosion of noise in your ear.

"GODDAMNIT, JUST DON’T—“ "You idiot!" "Ten bucks says he goes splat.”

"No one bets on Pancake Jensen, okay?" You flash the bird toward the other rooftop where Cougar watches through binoculars.

Pooch scoffs. "Noob's no fun."

Jake is already ripping his belt from his jeans to use as a trolley.

Roque sighs. It’s so characteristic, he doesn’t even have to speak.

“Maybe no bets," Cougar chuckles, "but he's already playing strip poker."

"Jake, stop." You have to grip his hands to get his attention.

He's squinting at you in disbelief. "But they're getting away..."

"Yeah, and once they reach the bottom, that line'll get cut while you're still on it." He shifts so you have to step in front of him again and push at his t-shirt clad chest. "You cannot stick that landing."

"No hero landing?" Jake frowns.

You shake your head.

The group starts to throw out other options over the channel, and while you pay attention to that, your gaze wanders back to Cougar’s perch.

Jake sneaks past your grasp.

It’s only when the lookout starts shouting “woah, woah, woah,” that you realize Jensen’s about to toss the doubled-up leather of his belt over the wire, and you just…run.

You use your whole bodyweight to spin him. You push off the balls of your feet to reach level. Remarkably, you make it, your lips landing dead-center on his mouth parted in shock.

You did not, however, have time to calculate the ledge right behind Jake’s thighs.

He panics when he hits concrete and lurches forward, arms wrapping around you with an instinct to not die. Where was that consideration thirty seconds ago?

He holds on while stumbling, though, and by a few seconds in, you know he absolutely could have pulled away, if he wanted to, by now.

“Uh…”

Jake slides his big hands up to cup your face, lean further in, moving his head to the other side and licking the seam of your lips.

You weren’t expecting that.

Jensen always gripes about his awkwardness and lack of experience, but this is not amateur tongue action and definitely not detached. You can sense some real emotion in the dig of his fingers behind your ears, muffling your comms for who knows how long until one shift has your forehead smearing across his glasses.

“Sorry,” you blurt, breaking the kiss.

He lets go of your face just in time for you to see the thick wire snapping back toward the rooftop.

You grab Jake’s t-shirt in both fists and fling the pair of you to the ground.

“If you doofuses are alive,” Clay grumbles. “you better be halfway to the lobby.”

There’s a long, anguished sigh before Cougar adds, “and I just lost fifty bucks.”

Pooch whoops joyously.

“Hell yeah, I won the pot, didn’t I? Get it, Jensen. You’re my boy. I knew you could do it.”

Jake waits for the snaking wire to stop moving and nervously licks his bottom lip. “Right. No hero landing.” He squints at you again before popping up from the gravel, cleaning his lenses and inching toward the stairwell with wildly incoherent, stunted hand gestures. “We should…if you’re good…render-vous.”

On your elbows, you realize a talk with Jensen about this is not going to be pleasant. He’ll probably make you do all the talking and deny there was anything there between you. Maybe he is too awkward for his own good?

You reach past your feet toward the ledge, waving your find in the air.

“Don’t forget your belt.”

Bucky Barnes and a kiss, casually ⬅️ ➡️ Johnny Storm and a kiss in relief

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Kinktober 2024, Day 9: Game (Erotica)

You invite Aventurine, a hot guy you met at a hotel, to a game of strip poker. It is ill-advised.

Word count: 795 words

Genre: Erotica

Reader's gender and sex: No gender mentioned and gender neutral pronouns used. The reader has a penis and does not wear a bra. The reader is not straight.

Content warnings: None

Read below or on AO3.

Aventurine looked at the person in front of him. They don’t have much of a poker face, he thought. They didn’t at the start, and by now, they had long since lost their cool, making their thoughts and anxiety all the more obvious. He looked at their exposed skin.

Earlier that night, he had been flirting with a cutie that he’d met at the hotel. They seemed to take well to it. To his surprise, they suggested something quite naughty. “Let’s play strip poker in your room,” they had suggested. “I’m quite curious to see what’s beneath all that fashion of yours. If it’s as pretty.” Aventurine had just smiled, pretending to be insecure but curious. He hadn’t been insecure. He had known exactly how this evening would play out. He wouldn’t even have to remove his gloves.

And so he sat comfortably on the chair. Y/n was on the other side of the table, considering their cards. On the ground next to them, there was a pile of clothing and accessories. It had started with their necklace, watch, hairband and shoes. All quite innocent, but even then they were starting to get nervous. After all, Aventurine had yet to lose any piece of clothing.

But his winning streak hadn’t ended. The pile had grown with their socks, belt, blouse, and shirt. Now, they were only wearing their trousers and underwear.

“Bet,” Aventurine spoke. He put forward some chips—the precise amount that y/n had in their possession. The ones that signified all their remaining clothing.

On the table, there were three cards: the Jack of Spades, the Eight of Hearts, and the Nine of Diamonds.

They sighed, but not quite without hope. They probably had a pretty good hand. “Call. And, as I’m sure you know, that’s all-in. So, no use betting higher.”

He smiled, full of confidence. “Come now, strip poker is all about taking a gamble.” He turned over a new card on the table: a Ten of Spades. He looked at the player in front of him. They seemed to want to break out in a smile, but held a leash on it. But the leash wasn’t held tightly enough to fool Aventurine. Not that it mattered.

“Raise,” he said, doubling the amount of chips in front of him.

They looked at him in confusion. “Why would you do that? I’ve already gone all-in, there’s no use betting more.”

“I told you. It’s all about taking a gamble. Wouldn’t it be fun if, when you are on the brink of losing, I were suddenly the one who had to strip down?”

They chuckled—no, giggled. God, they are cute. “You’re right. Prepare to strip, then,” they teased. “Go on, turn the river card.”

He slowly moved his hand towards it, letting the tension rise. Then, he turned it around. The Queen of Spades.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Finally!” They jumped up and slammed their cards on the table: an Eight and a Nine of Spades. “That’s a straight flush! Bet you can’t top that!”

“Not bad, not bad, y/n!” He looked at them with an amused smile. They were so happy to finally win a hand, even if it was just one. “Unfortunately…” He gently laid his cards on the table. A King and Ace of Spades. “I have a royal flush.” He saw the happiness in their face crack, shatter. How delicious. He reveled in the despair he was inflicting, in the power he had over them. He loved seeing them dance in the palm of his hand. Teasing them with hope, only to take it away.

“Now, let’s claim my prize.” His hand went to their trousers. They seemed worked up, their face as flushed as their cards—only less straight. But they didn’t stop his hands. He pulled their trousers and underwear down slowly, revealing their cock. Cute. But not as big as mine, he thought.

“Cute? Not sure if that’s a compliment,” they mumbled. Apparently, he had spoken out loud without meaning to.

“It is. Cute is good.” He fondled their balls, eliciting the most adorable whimper from them. It wasn’t agreed on beforehand that this was where the strip poker would lead, but the loser didn’t seem to mind how Aventurine was touching them. It only encouraged him to take it further.

Still sitting, he grabbed y/n’s sides and pulled them on his lap. In their ear, he whispered. “You know, the chance to make me lose my clothes isn’t lost quite yet. But you’ll have to do exactly as I say. Can you do that?”

“Mm-mm,” they nodded nervously. By now, they must have felt his bulge poking their behind.

“Good. Then let’s start.” He was going to fucking dominate this sweet piece of ass.

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Strip Poker

SUMMARY | Hendery has been eyeing you for quite awhile and when your mutual friends decide on a game of strip poker, Hendery is in it to win it. His prize: you. PAIRINGS | Hendery/Fem!Reader GENRE | smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 4,310 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | I hope this turned out okay!

"I have the perfect game to play for Game Night!" Linda, your roommate and best friend in all things chaotic, clapped her hands in front of her as she looked at you and the guys. Johnny was standing next to her, his cheeks awfully red, traces of lipstick at the corner of his mouth.

"So?" Doyoung asked, eyeing the woman curiously. "Are you gonna tell us, Linda?"

Linda smiled and tugged on Johnny's collar. "Why don't we play Strip Poker?"

The rest of your friends looked at Linda and blinked. Thinking among themselves, the guys all thought it was the best game that Linda ever proposed, having wanted to see everyone get naked.

Particularly to see you naked.

Hendery smiled, slung an arm around you and pulled you close. "I'm game."

"You're crazy, woman." You shot Linda a look and when she caught your eyes, she let out a wide smile.

"Oh c'mon Y/N. It'll be fun!" She dragged you to the living room with her, looking forward to the outcome of this game.

You were pretty sure it would lead to something very sexy… especially since Hendery seemed like he was interested in your nudity, even though he hid it really well. The only time you saw him stare at your boobs was when you wore dresses that showed them off. If you wanted to play strip poker, it would mean revealing some skin yourself.

"I'm determined to get Linda naked." Taeyong joked, playing on his phone and watching what was going on in the living room.

"Jokes on you," Johnny began to tease Taeyong. "My girlfriend is pretty good at poker."

"That I am!" Linda kissed Johnny's cheek before sliding into his lap and beginning to shuffle the cards.

You watched as your friend expertly dealt each of the players their first hand. Once she was done, she picked up her own deck of cards and began to deal again. With Linda sitting comfortably on Johnny's lap, he grabbed the back of her neck to pull her lips against his. Your jaw dropped, stunned by the sudden intimate moment. But you quickly shook your head, trying to calm down. Maybe if you tried not to watch, you wouldn't end up blushing.

But how could you? That kiss was so beautiful and intimate. He even took a second to stroke her hair with one hand. It made you feel jealous; the way he looked after her and paid attention to her instead of being selfish and just thinking about himself.

Still, it didn't stop you from blushing. Instead of joining the eager participants of the game, you decided to stand beside Jeno, whose arms were crossed over his chest, pretending not to be staring at Linda and Johnny. For now, you focused on watching the others play the game, but every once in a while you found yourself staring at Hendery. When he noticed your gaze, he stared back.

You looked away, Jeno raising his eyebrows as he looked between you two. "What are you doing?"

You couldn't help but smirk. "I was staring because he was staring."

He laughed and nudged you with his shoulder. "Do you know who you're talking to? If I was Hendery, you'd already be in trouble."

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged your friend back. "Yeah yeah, you big hunk o' manliness. Anyway, I don't think he likes me, y'know. Like… that way."

Jeno chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, maybe you're just giving him the wrong signals."

You gave Jeno a doubtful look. How could you possibly give anyone the wrong signals? You hadn't dated anyone since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend in college and it had been almost three years since then. He continued, making a face at you. "You're always like: 'Oh yeah, I'm single.' But then the minute someone starts flirting with you, you act super cold and distant. Just admit it, Y/N, you're afraid he's gonna take advantage of you."

"Ya! Lee Jeno," You scoffed. "Of course I'm not afraid of him taking advantage of me! I'm not his type anyway. And besides…"

"And besides what?"

"Well," You paused. What could you say? Your relationship with Hendery was nothing like what you thought it would be. Sure, you knew he wasn't dating anyone else. But that didn't mean anything. Plenty of people weren't dating anyone.

It wasn't until recently that you realized that you actually enjoyed spending time with him. You liked hanging out with him. You felt comfortable around him. So maybe… Maybe you could let your guard down a little and go on a date or two with him. Even if you never developed feelings for him. Maybe you just needed to spend more time getting to know him.

"Besides…" you started hesitantly. "It doesn't matter."

"Fine fine, I'll stop asking." Jeno rolled his eyes at you. "You know he thinks you're cute, right?"

Your heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Could it be true? Was Hendery finding you attractive? You looked at him, noticing how he kept glancing over to where you were sitting. There were a few times when his glance lingered longer than necessary. He also seemed really interested in everything that was happening. Every word you said, every move you made. As soon as you saw him watching you, you turned your head and pretended to be looking somewhere else. He seemed to be pretty much observing you from afar, like he was taking mental notes. Then again, you thought that Hendery liked observing other people… that might explain why he was so interested in you.

That or maybe he had a crush on you.

"Are you done trying to make me feel insecure yet?" You scolded Jeno. "Because I really can't handle any more pressure today."

"Aw come on," Jeno pouted. "Can't you just accept the fact that he's starting to fancy you? Or is that impossible too?"

"Fine!" You threw up your hands and rubbed your forehead. "I guess I'm fine with whatever happens. Just don't tell Linda, okay? I don't need to hear her pressuring me about my love life. I don't want to deal with any of that."

"Who knows," Jeno mused. "Maybe this time, she won't try and set you up with anyone. Maybe this time, you'll end up going on a date with Hendery."

"Shut up," you muttered under your breath.

Jeno laughed, leaning closer to you and putting his arm around your shoulders. "See? That's the spirit!"

"Alright, who's joining for round two?!" Linda shouted from across the room, waving her arms in the air and looking extremely happy. She loved game night. She loved getting together with friends. She especially loved seeing how far they would go in order to win. "Y/N! Jeno! Quit your gabbing and come play!"

"Fine, fine!" You called out, making your way to the circle of buzzed friends. You decided to sit across from Hendery and squeezed yourself in between Renjun and Mark. “I hate you all.”

"Fuck you all!" You shouted, pulling off your shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest and the single men in the room couldn't help but stare at your breasts that threatened to spill from your lacy bra. "How could I lose this hand?! This is complete and utter fuckery! It's not fair!"

"Shit," Renjun frowned as he lifted his shirt over his head, also losing his hand.

"Boom goes the dynamite!" Johnny shouted, throwing his card down on the table and grinning from ear to ear. "Johnny wins! And still fully clothed!"

"Damn it!" Doyoung cursed as he tossed his card on the floor and peeled off his shirt. "How the hell is Johnny and Linda so good at poker?"

"This isn't fair," Mark complained, taking his shirt off and crossing his arms over his chest. "This game is rigged!"

"I second that!" Ten groaned out, joining the crowd that took their shirts off. "Linda and Johnny has to be cheating!"

Everyone glared at Linda and Johnny. Who else would they suspect?

"You know what?" Hendery snapped, throwing his card down on the table and yanking off his shirt. "I don't think I can take this anymore."

"Why?" Taeyong wiggled his eyebrows, from the couch, as he sat this round out. "Are you getting distracted? Is seeing Y/N's boobs distracting for you?"

Hendery grinned wickedly at Taeyong. "Yes. Yes it is."

"If you're going to pop a boner," Johnny teased, causing you to roll your eyes. "At least do it somewhere else."

"And take Y/N with you!" Jeno called out teasingly. You let out a groan and buried your face in your hands. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Jeno would be mocking you for the rest of the night. You hoped that he would stop once he got tired of it, but judging from his amused expression, he probably wouldn't.

"It's getting hot in here." Linda looked between you and Hendery. She grabbed Johnny's arm. "Hey babe, let's go grab a drink."

Before Johnny could protest, he was scooped up and pulled away, leaving you with Hendery and the other guys. Mark looked at the group and while you weren’t looking, gestured to the others that they should leave you and Hendery alone. They exchanged looks before nodding their heads and leaving the room, leaving you alone with the one guy who couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"And then there were two." Hendery commented as he put his shirt back on. His eyes trailed up and down your body, stopping briefly at your breasts as you put your shirt back on.

"Why did I have a feeling that they were going to leave us alone the whole time?” You smoothed your shirt down. “And what’s with that weird smile, Hendery?”

Hendery smirked as he leaned forward towards you. His mouth was a mere inch away from yours. “What do you want me to do? Keep acting friendly and nice to you? Not flirt with you? Not notice how pretty you are? Because I can’t seem to help myself. I can’t control myself around you.”

You swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to close the gap between you. "How do you expect me to behave when you've been staring at me all night? It makes it really hard to act normal around you."

"So you're telling me that you can't pretend that we're not attracted to each other either?" Hendery pressed.

"That's not—" You cleared your throat. You really wanted to lie to him, but then again… what harm could it cause? "It’s not like I don’t like you, you know. You're really funny and kind and a great friend. I like hanging out with you."

"You're trying to change the subject," Hendery pointed out.

"No," You shook your head. "It's just…"

You paused, looking away from him. You didn't want to say the words out loud. You didn't want to admit that there was something between you two. You certainly didn't want to admit that you liked him. You thought about saying that you weren't sure whether you wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with him or not, but quickly realized that wouldn't work. He'd definitely think you were lying.

"Is there anything that I can do to prove that I'm worth dating?" Hendery asked softly, reaching out and caressing your cheek. His thumb grazed along your jawline.

You closed your eyes and let his touch linger against your skin. It was sweet, tender and comforting. You tried to imagine what it would be like if he were kissing you. If he were holding you in his arms. Holding you and whispering sweet things into your ears.

He brushed his thumb over your lips, drawing your attention to them. For a moment, you forgot that you were talking to him.

"You don't need to prove anything to me," you whispered back. "You're already worth it."

Hendery let out a small sigh, his hands slipped down and clutched onto your hips. "So are you saying that you want to see where this goes?"

"Maybe," you replied softly.

The way you looked at him caused his heart to skip a beat. His stomach felt all squishy inside. His chest felt tight. He swallowed nervously and nodded his head slowly. He didn't understand why, but whenever you looked at him like that, it always felt like the temperature in the room suddenly went up ten degrees. His heart fluttered as he watched you. His body became filled with energy and excitement as he imagined how your lips would feel against his.

His mind was suddenly full of fantasies about what it would be like to kiss you. What it would be like to hold you in his arms. What it would be like to wake up next to you in the morning.

He swallowed hard and reached out to cup your cheek. He moved his fingers down your neck and shoulder, causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

"Y/N," he breathed out, his voice cracking slightly. "You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you."

"Yeah?" You raised an eyebrow at him, silently daring him to continue.

He grinned and gently tugged on your bottom lip. "Yeah."

"Well, what do you want me to do?" You asked, arching your brows.

Hendery leaned in closer to you, keeping eye contact with you as he spoke. "You tell me."

"I don't know…" You ran your finger along his jawline. "Do you want me to stop you? To push you away?"

"Hell no," Hendery laughed. "I want you to kiss me."

You couldn’t help but close the gap between you and lightly brush your lips against his.

Hendery immediately kissed you back, pressing his tongue into your mouth.

As your lips met his, the electricity between you both surged. It flowed through your bodies and sparked a fire within you. Your lips parted slightly, allowing him access to your mouth. He eagerly pressed his tongue against yours. You moaned as your entire body began to heat up. The way he smelled and tasted, everything was just perfect. 

Every part of him felt right and natural.

When you finally pulled away from him, Hendery had his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, staring deeply into your eyes. He gently bit his lip, his eyes locked onto yours.

“How do you feel about taking this somewhere else?” You whispered. “Like my bedroom?”

Hendery smiled and nodded his head. “Lead the way.”

You woke up the next morning feeling content. The events from last night seemed like nothing more than a dream. Sure, your body felt sore from being tangled in Hendery's arms all night long, but in a good way. You stared at his sleeping face for a few moments, wondering how anyone could look so beautiful while still being asleep.

Hendery opened his eyes, letting out a soft smile when he saw you. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Mmm, morning handsome," you hummed.

Hendery leaned over and pecked your lips. You smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you lied.

"You've been smiling for the past five minutes," Hendery noted.

You laughed. "Just thinking about last night."

"Oh?" Hendery cocked his head to the side curiously. "About what?"

"Us," you sighed, placing a hand on his chest. "Last night… That was amazing."

Hendery grinned widely. "It was amazing, wasn't it?"

"Mmhm." You smiled wider. "It was exactly what I needed."

"You deserved it."

You laughed as you playfully punched his shoulder. "Are you done talking now? I'm ready to get out of bed."

"Only if you give me a kiss first," Hendery offered.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully, causing him to fall backwards. "Get back up."

Hendery chuckled as he scrambled to his feet. Once he was standing upright, he swooped in and gave you another kiss. As you were kissing him, he brought his hands to your cheeks and held you in place.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he whispered.

"Of course I am," you whispered back, burying your nose in his neck. You loved the smell of him. It made you weak in the knees. "You better believe that I'll never forget what happened last night."

"I know you won't," Hendery replied, bringing his hands to your waist. He nuzzled his face into your hair. He trailed his fingers up your thighs until he reached your bare core. He gently rubbed his thumbs over your lower lips, causing you to gasp softly. You shivered as he brushed his fingers across your clit.

"Hendery…” you pushed at him softly. “I think Linda might be home. We should… maybe finish this later."

“It didn’t stop us last night when we fucked.” He looked up at you sheepishly, his eyes meeting yours. "I don't want to wait any longer."

“It was loud and everyone was drunk last night.” You licked your lips nervously. "It’s morning now and we really shouldn't."

"I know." Hendery frowned. "But I really need you, Y/N. I'm willing to risk her finding us. Are you willing to take the chance?"

You gulped. "I don't know…"

Hendery took a deep breath and lowered his head. "If you say no, I swear that I will go downstairs and make breakfast for everyone that's still here and wait until they leave."

"That doesn't sound like a bad plan." You let out a laugh as you cupped his cheek. "But fuck it. My door is locked anyway."

"See?" Hendery nodded proudly. "Perfect."

You returned the gesture by pulling him into a deep kiss. He groaned loudly when you slid your tongue into his mouth. He continued trailing his fingers along your inner thigh as you pushed him further onto the bed. His body sank into the mattress, but his fingers remained focused on your naked skin. Within a matter of seconds, he had flipped you onto your back. You giggled as he pinned you down beneath him. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pressed himself between your legs.

You stared up at him, panting heavily. He slowly brought his lips to yours once more, this time giving you a deep kiss. The pressure of his tongue against yours ignited a fire inside of you. When he slid his hands up your body, you gasped as he grasped onto your bare breasts.

"Fuck," he groaned as he squeezed your breasts roughly. "These tits are perfect."

"Mmmm…" You moaned, letting out a tiny moan as he pinched your nipples roughly. You ran your fingers through his dark hair as you continued moaning. You knew he could hear your pleasure because his moans grew louder too.

"Goddamn," he growled, lowering his head and sucking one of your erect nipples into his mouth. He used his teeth to gently bite down on your sensitive flesh. You moaned louder, pushing your body harder against his face. He released the nipple from his mouth and brought his head up.

"Shh…" he said, lowering his head to you once more.

"Don't stop," you whimpered.

"Trust me, I'm going to make you come as many times as possible," he promised, capturing one of your swollen nipples between his lips. You cried out loudly when he sucked on it, sending electric shocks through your entire body.

"Fuck," he groaned again, squeezing your other breast and swirling his tongue around it. "God damn."

You grabbed onto the sheets underneath you as he worked his magic on your sensitive nipples. His skilled fingers slid up and down your wet pussy, causing you to moan even louder.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, pushing your hips towards his hand. "Please… don't stop."

Hendery pulled his mouth off of your nipple and looked at you. You gazed back at him lustfully, your eyes glazed over. "Tell me what you want, Y/N."

"Hendery… please, I can't take much more."

"Please what?" he asked, still rubbing his fingers along your throbbing clit.

"Lick my cunt, lick my pussy."

"I love the way you talk," he whispered. "You turn me on so much."

You wiggled your hips towards him as he lowered his mouth to your exposed sex. You could feel his hot breath against your clit as he exhaled loudly. "So wet… so fucking wet…"

"Mmmm…" he hummed, swirling his tongue around your clit before moving up and sucking on it. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes!" You cried out, bucking your hips violently against his face. "Hendery, yes! Please!"

"Please what?" he repeated, licking at your slit again.

"Make me cum… make me cum, Hendery."

Hendery hummed softly, his mouth completely surrounding your clit. You could feel his warm breath against your flesh as he repeatedly sucked on it. It sent shockwaves throughout your body, leaving you shaking uncontrollably. Before you knew it, you came, flooding his face with your juices.

You arched your back as you rode out your orgasm. You could feel every muscle in your body tense up as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through you.

"Ahhhh…" you panted. "God, that feels amazing."

Hendery licked your wet folds one last time before he sat up and grinned at you. "Let me show you how amazing I can make you feel."

"Oh yeah?" You ran your fingers through his messy hair. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Hendery smirked at you, leaning down and nibbling on your earlobe. "There's only one way to find out."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and passionately kissed him. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he smiled. He positioned himself in between your legs. His cock rubbed against your swollen folds as he moved his hips forward. You instantly felt the warmth of his thick member against your entrance.

"Fuck," he moaned, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuck…" you groaned.

Hendery started slowly sliding his cock in and out of you, teasing you with every single thrust. You tried to move yourself, but Hendery held you firmly in place.

"You know, you're so tight," he said. "It makes it hard to hold back."

"Do whatever you want," you groaned. "Just fuck me already."

"All right," he smirked, grabbing your ass with both hands and plunging deeper into you.

You groaned as his cock buried itself inside of you, stretching you to the limit. "God damn," you whimpered. "Fuck."

"I can tell that you're enjoying this," he grunted, pounding into you roughly.

"Oh yeah," you cried out. "Faster, Hendery. Faster."

"Take it, Y/N," he encouraged. "Take everything that I have to offer."

"Please, oh god, just keep going," you begged. "Keep fucking me, please."

He did just that. He picked up the pace, thrusting himself into you as fast as he could. Each stroke left you gasping for air. The intensity was almost unbearable.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, desperately clinging onto him. The friction of his cock within you was making you feel things you'd never felt before. Things that felt absolutely incredible.

"Fuck… I'm coming, Y/N," he cried out, his voice filled with passion.

The feeling of his release inside of you caused you to experience an intense orgasm of your own. Your walls clenched around his cock, milking him dry as you screamed out his name.

After what seemed like hours, Hendery finally collapsed on top of you. He placed kisses all over your face as he continued caressing your body.

"You're amazing," he murmured into your ear. "I've never met anyone who can make me feel the way that you do."

"Really?" you asked, turning your head to look at him.

He smiled at you, resting his forehead against yours. "Yes, really. You are amazing."

Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in to kiss you. "Thank you," you whispered.

"No, thank you." He kissed you once more before standing up and retrieving his clothes. "Now I’m scared of leaving your bedroom. Who knows who’s out there?”

You laughed, throwing on some clothes. “No doubt Linda and Johnny. Maybe a few of the others that got drunk and didn’t go home.”

Hendery let out a sigh, before opening your door. “And let the teasing begin.”

You and Hendery walked into the kitchen to catch a few pairs of eyes staring at you. Linda let out a small laugh, slapping Johnny’s arm as he nodded his head. Renjun was nursing a hangover with a cup of coffee, Mark next to him with a surprised face. Jeno grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, happy that his two friends got together.

“Sooooo…” Jeno broke the silence, looking at you and Hendery. “What’s the verdict between you two?”

“What’s the point of asking when we know they’ve fucked all night long?” Renjun shook his head, a small smile on his face. “Take care of her, Hendery. We’ll kick your ass if you hurt her.”

Hendery looked down at you softly. “I’d never hurt her. Y/N’s always been special to me.”

“Awhhhh!” Linda cooed. She slapped Johnny’s arm. “I told you that they’d get together eventually! I’m so glad I suggested strip poker last night.”

“I’m glad you did too,” Jeno nodded his head. “They finally did it.”

“Not gonna ask how the night went,” Johnny said, as he looked at you. “But next time, have sex at Hendery’s place.”

Mark laughed. “Like you’re one to talk, Johnny. You and Linda are loud too.”

“Hey now, we’re not that bad!” Linda exclaimed, Johnny laughing next to her. Your friend sent you a smile and you could tell that she was honestly happy for you. “But really, I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking up at the man next to you. “I’m happy for us too.”

Hendery placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “As am I.”

[luminouslywriting]

It's okay if you don't write for him, but I would love to see anything regarding what Crank from mota is like as a boyfriend if possible, please? I feel like I hardly see anything with him, but I apparently watched the whole series and went 'I want that one'.

Hi sweetheart! This is such a lovely idea and I think Crank is super underrated as well! That being said, have some fun with this :)

More under the cut, cut for length, some light spice sprinkled in:

-This man is a devoted person—he's got his morals and his personal standing and ideas but when it comes to you, you're the most important person in his life

-Never misses an opportunity to let you know how he feels

-He's very sweet with the compliments and sensible. There's by no means any extravagance in the relationship, but you are cared for and adored by this sweet man

-He writes you the sweetest letters every week and they usually have a great deal of domesticity within them

-Crank looks forward to receiving your letters and hearing back from you—it absolutely makes his week even better.

-He's got a light sense of humor and though it doesn't shine through all of the time, he knows exactly how to bring a smile to your face (and whether that's through cuddling and tickles or an actual joke, we may never know haha)

-Loves taking naps and cuddling with you when he gets the chance

-All feels well when you're in his arms and it makes him feel like he could do anything

-While he's not an overt leader, he's more than happy and willing to take charge of situations. This applies into your life together and considering how attentive he is to your moods and feelings, he can pick up on when he needs to intervene in certain situations.

-He's an acts of service type of guy and loves just going to the grocery store for you and usually surprises you with your favorite cookie or some chocolate

-Crank also strikes me as the sort of man that's into routine...he likes cleaning the house on Fridays and specifically likes cleaning the tub and mopping.

-He wants kids at some point but is also more than pleased and happy with the life you have together

-Sorts through the mail when he first gets home from work and then gets to work helping you with dinners and other things that you might need done

-He likes taking you out on dates—not every week, but when time and money permits, he likes to treat you to a nice dance and jazz club

-Crank is a good friend to everyone so it's pretty likely that you'll end up being friends with the others in the Hundredth and their S/O's as well :)

-Would get a dog (like a small one?? Think of Newton from Bridgerton lol) so that you have company when he has to leave for work

-Loves playing card games with you

-Is lightly competitive and loves the thrill that comes from the two of you getting really invested in a game of something

Some light spice below:

-Enjoys sharing showers and baths with you, both sexually and non-sexually

-He did a lot of research about how best he could please you when it comes to sex and this comes out a lot in him asking if he could try different things on you....it works wonders haha

-Not the type to like quickies or PDA, but he's very into fingering and is a total service top

-He's very into physical affection and loves waking you up with sex and kisses

-Strip poker when it's just the two of you

-Picnic in the backyard sex

-JUST BEING TREATED SO WELL OKAY?!

[smittxkittxn]

Have you fucked in front of a (non-participating) audience? What would be your ideal collection of onlookers?

technically yes!! i’m gonna change the names around but i’ll tell you all about it!

in college i was dating jacob, who had a friend named greg who was dating this beautiful girl named lia. we always used to hang out all together and lia and would always be cute and flirty with each other but nothing usually major.

one night the four of us were playing poker, and it evolved into strip poker, which once we were down to our underwear turned into poker dare hahah all of this led to us daring each other to do things like kissing someone who wasn’t our partner and sitting on the lap of someone else and licking chocolate sauce off of each other. it eventually got even more heated and you could tell that all of us were into it, so when jacob dared me to make out with lia, i decided to kick it up a notch!

i straddled her lap and began to really kiss her, and her lips were genuinely some of the softest lips i have ever kissed, so i was nipping and pulling on them which kept making her squirm underneath me and make the cutest little sounds. i then started to kiss down her neck, nipping and sucking as i went. i could hear the guys behind us groaning as they watched and lia started to moan, so i took it as motivation to keep going.

i slowly kissed down her chest and across the top of each breast, palming them and playing with her nipples through her bra. i made eye contact with her to ask if she was okay if i kept going, and when she nodded, i unclasped her bra and started sucking first on her right nipple and then moved to her left. i slid off her lap to my knees in front of her, starting to kiss down her stomach. i could hear the guys taking off their underwear and moving in closer to watch.

i made eye contact with lia again and she moaned my name and slid her hands in my hair as i pulled on the top of her panties with my teeth. shifting myself around, i slid them off her hips and onto the floor, spreading her legs and hooking her knees onto my shoulders. i slowly kissed down the inside of her thigh, stopping just above the top of her clit. she had the prettiest pussy, so pink and already so wet for me! i looked up to lock eyes with her and then started to lap and suck on her pussy lips and clit. she kept trying to thrust her hips to urge me to go faster, so i slide my arm across her lap to keep her still and started to fuck my finger into her tight little pussy. she moaned so loud, the guys moaning right along with her. i started sucking on her clit and adding another finger to pump into her pussy, making her whole body start to tremble. her fingers tightened in my hair and she gasped right before she came, the trembling turning into full on shaking. the guys both groaned and ended up both cumming as well, all over their stomachs!!

it was so so so exhilarating!!! we had so much more fun for the rest of the night too 🤭

[thestupidhelmet]

G6 for the Jukebox ask game if you aren’t buried in asks and are still accepting more! 😁

G 6: Gambling, Kelso

Kelso and his friends go to Vegas for his bachelor party weekend. Brooke, however, makes sure Donna is part of the party.

Donna justifies her self-invitation because she was "one of the guys" for so long that she's grandfathered in. Fez finds the concept fascinating. Hyde is amused, and Eric's happy Donna's there. Kelso, though, thinks Brooke sent Donna to babysit him.

During the drive to Vegas ...

Kelso (to Donna): We're not going to any strip clubs. Just the casinos -- God! I can't believe Brooke still doesn't trust me. Maybe we're not ready to get married.

Donna: Kelso, settle down --

Hyde: That's what he's doin' next week if he doesn't screw up this weekend.

Donna: I'm here to have fun, okay? And to make sure you don't have too much fun gambling.

Kelso: Well, if I have fun gambling, that means I'm winning. So you should make sure I do have fun.

Fez: Don't play poker.

Kelso: But I'm good at poker.

Eric: Hate to break it to ya, Buddy, but your're not. Even I can spot your tells.

Kelso: What are tells?

Hyde: Hey, how's about we skip the casino and play poker in one of our hotel rooms? Winning dough from your friends is more fun than from the casino, man.

Donna: Hyde.

Hyde: What?

Donna crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. This weekend will be tougher than she anticipated.

***

Later at a casino, Kelso's discovered the joy of slot machines. He likes the noise and the heavy buckets of quarters he's won.

Hyde finds him in a row of one-armed bandits and glances at a bucket half full of dirty quarters. Kelso's fingers are stained with the same dirt, but Kelso doesn't care. He's making a killing.

Kelso: Hey, Hyde! Guess what my new favorite number is.

Hyde: Zero.

Kelso: No, seven! I keep winning!

Hyde: Have you cashed in yet?

Kelso: Yeah! The casino gives the best twenties. They're all crispy, and the sevens turn them into those. (He nods at the half-full bucket of quarters.)

Hyde: You saving any of those crisp twenties?

Kelso: I'm on a hot streak!

Hyde: I'll take that as a no.

Kelso: Sit down already. Play some slots with me. If you get sevens, we can celebrate. If you lose, I can laugh at you. It's win-win.

Hyde: Nah. I'm gonna head to my room and take a nap.

Hyde pats Kelso's shoulder and leaves. Kelso is confused but doesn't let that stop him from gambling.

***

Hyde passes by Fez, who's playing at a black jack table. Fez is doing well. Beyond him is a craps table where Donna is cheering on Eric. Eric is actually on a hot streak. Hyde approaches him, but Donna spots Hyde first.

Donna: Hyde! Oh, my God -- Eric's winning money for us and everyone surrounding the table. Craps is so cool!

Hyde: Kelso's losing all his money in the slot machines. He's freakin' oblivious.

Donna: Really? Damn, I'll drag him out of his hole.

Eric: Wait! Donna, you can't leave me now. You're my good luck charm! I'm gonna lose if you go.

The other gamblers at the table glare at Donna, but she leaves anyway.

Eric (to Hyde): Are you lucky? Please tell me you are. I think these guys'll kill me if I make a bad throw.

Hyde: That's gambling, man. The house always wins.

Eric: You lost it all, didn't you? Get out of here.

Eric tosses the dice. Lucky eleven.

Hyde: Haven't lost anything. Haven't gambled.

Eric: Oh.

Hyde: Hot streaks end, man. Remember that.

Hyde exits the casino and goes to his room for that nap.

***

Donna sits down at the slot machine beside Kelso. She plays a little until Kelso becomes aware of her presence.

Kelso: Donna! Do you have any quarters?

Donna shakes her plastic bucket. Coins rattle inside.

Kelso: Great! My machine went lousy on me, but it's gonna turn around. I can feel it.

Donna: And you're gonna turn around and stop gambling. I can feel it.

Kelso: Huh?

Donna: You go overboard with everything, and Brooke knew you would here. That's why you don't have access to your bank account.

Kelso shrieks.

Donna: Yeah, say no more.

Donna drags Kelso by his ear out of the casino and to the bank if elevators that lead to the hotel rooms. Kelso complains the whole time about Brooke's lack of trust and how she's keeping him from winning back their money.

Donna, outside of Hyde's hotel door, says, "You should've been smart enough not to lose it in the first place."

She bangs on the door. Hyde opens it. Donna shoves Kelso at him and says, "He's your problem now."

***

Hyde sits on the edge of the king-size bed in his room. Beside him is Jackie, who's hand rests on his knee. Kelso sputters.

Hyde: How much cash you got left?

Kelso pulls his jeans pockets inside-out. They're empty.

Jackie: Wow! You've become a total cliché.

Kelso: Hyde, why didn't you stop me?

Hyde: I tried. You didn't listen

Kelso (tugging at his hair and pacing the room): Brooke's gonna kill me! Or worse: not marry me!

Hyde slings his arm around Jackie and says, "Been tellin' you this for years -- you got to learn to think! Vegas was a dumb idea for your bachelor party, but we can't think for you. So we went with you, hopin' you'd matured enough to think of your family first."

Jackie: He was thinking of them. Thinking he could make money to support Brooke, Betsy, and baby number two.

Kelso: Exactly! (To Hyde) Your folks used to gamble all the time when you were growing up. You must've learned some tricks. Teach me! I promise to pay back whatever you lend me with interest.

Hyde: First, I'm not givin' you any dough. Second, alls Bud and Edna taught me was never gamble. 'Specially Bud. Loan sharks caught up to him and cut off his thumbs.

Jackie gasps. "You didn't tell me that!'

Kelso looks at his thumbs and says, "But I need these!"

Hyde: Kelso -- (blows out a breath, exasperated) -- I had Jackie meet me here 'cause she's the best gamble I ever made. The only one that counts. Brooke's gambling on you to use common sense. I wouldn't take those odds, but she has.

Kelso: You're right. I've let her down. Let my daughter and unborn kid down. What am I supposed to do?

Jackie: Better.

***

Everyone is seated in a fancy restaurant for dinner. Kelso was surprised when Fez told him where the reservation was made. Now that they're browsing at the menu, Kelso says, "Are we doing a dine-and-dash?"

Eric: We're celebrating your last days as a bachelor.

Kelso: But I can't afford this.

Donna: We know. But it turns out Eric's really good at craps.

Eric: All those years of playing board games paid off.

Fez passes Kelso a rectangular gift box. Kelso opens it and finds the exact amount of money he lost in the slots.

Kelso: How?

Fez: I figured out the secret to black jack! (Whispers) Keep track of the card already played. I am filthy, filthy rich. Rhonda and I can both go to culinary school now and buy a house!

Donna: Isn't that, like, cheating?

Jackie: There are no rules against outsmarting a casino.

Hyde: Not yet. (To Fez) If other people figure out what you did ... that's gonna be interesting.

Kelso (overwhelmed): Guys, thank you so much! You saved my marriage! Which I'm not in yet.

Donna: Only if you've learned from this experience.

Kelso: Oh, I've definitely learned: I have good friends who'll dig me out of my messes

Hyde stands up and frogs Kelso in the shoulder.

Kelso: And to think -- damn, Hyde! You almost turned me into a one-armed bandit.

***

While Kelso continued to do stupid things throughout his life, they weren't life-altering, and he never gambled again.

Jukebox Ask Game

[hauntedwizardmoment]

director's commentary for the chunk from "hollowed out and filled with feathers" that starts with "That night, after they’re settled into their room for the night..." and ends with "he's incredible at his job" 👀

oh my god YAY hollowed out is. kind of my baby <3 theyre all my babies but hollowed out is where Cool Girl Thesis lives and i love Cool Girl Thesis. i stand by my cancelled husband evil bisexual purse dog jace stardiamond. i love it when characters have no sense of their identity outside of what other people demand from them and are driven to madness by their own. well. hollowness.

so like. right before the start of this:

That night, after they’re settled into their room for the night (and the route to Sunpeak is charted out), he buys them several cases of the cheapest beer he can find, and pulls out a deck of cards for Porter’s favorite game. “Strip poker?”

we have porter giving jace a direct order to relax. and like, jace is clearly not relaxed. he's about to watch peregrine (guy he was in love with) and aurora (his fundie ex-coworker who ruined his life) get married. but porter gave him an order, so this is him making a show of how relaxed he is. they're gonna play a game porter likes but jace himself doesn't really care for. it doesnt help jace relax but it makes porter think jace is relaxed, is chill, is Cool Girl, and thats what matters

He loses deliberately, plays terribly on purpose and ignores the math in his head telling him exactly what cards Porter has. The tepid beer tastes disgusting and leaves his mouth dry, but he downs it anyways. Wills his shoulders to slouch, tosses his hair back and laughs as he unbuttons his shirt slowly, teasing, after Porter wins again. The goal is to relax, and godsfuckingdammit, he’ll show Porter how relaxed he can be.

jace dumbing himself down, drinking beer he doesnt like, and playing up the flirty act because again, he gets that when porter says "relax" he doesnt mean "curl up in bed doing crosswords and watch medical dramas until you fall asleep" he means "do something that i find fun and sexy, but don't be better than me because that's threatening."

He’ll show all of them just how much better he’s doing. 

and it's all a show because he's still deeply bitter and angry about losing his party and getting replaced.

His laughter turns genuine after the fifth beer, when he’s down to just his underwear and Porter’s still fully clothed. Even with the capital-P Plan and the thought of seeing his old party weighing on him, Porter still manages to make him smile. “You make me so, so happy,” he’s tipsy and stupid, just the way Porter likes him. “I was so lost without you,” he says, as a pair of strong, firm hands wrap around his waist, holding him still. When Porter lays him out, pins his wrists to the bed and conquers him, he doesn’t need to lie to himself.

there is a part of jace that likes not being so high strung! porter brings that out in him, teases out a humor, a lightness, an ease! hollows him out and fills him with feathers! he wants the persona to be real so badly, to actually be as Chill and Easy as porter thinks he is. he's able to lose himself in alcohol and sex and finally, genuinely relax by the end of this scene, but it's fleeting! he wants it to be real!

i won't lie here and say that i did this on purpose as foreshadowing for LSOP fic because this series is very much "whatever situation i can think to put jace in next" but in hindsight, this is like, very sad when you compare this jace to him in "his tomb by the sounding sea" who is dealing with the ramifications of actually being put in a place where he doesnt have to worry about being in control anymore.

and of course then we cut to:

Let it be known that he’s a complete idiot. A pretty face with nothing to back him up. And as of three days ago, even that’s up for debate.

jace POV for scene iv of "burn away the goodness, you and i remain" before he goes out and faces porter. he's been barely-conscious for three days and he's finally lucid enough to hate himself again!! yippee!! his lies have caught up with him and he's being punished for just how easily he caved to porter:

The problem is that he bought his own bullshit. He actually let himself believe he was the version of himself he invented for Porter: fun, easygoing, unchallenging and uncomplicated. Up for anything and everything, from petty theft to dangerous spellwork to erotic roleplay. He’d made sure any disagreements between them were reserved for the trivial, nothing that would ever get in the way of what Porter wanted or needed from him. Sanded down his edges, made himself the perfect partner and acolyte.

and the minute he disagreed with him, showed any sign of resistance, porter killed him over it and made sure that he wouldnt be able to do that again. this is the schrodinger's cat at he heart of starbreaker, to me: does porter care about jace, or was jace only a stepping stone in The Plan? how much of porter's care for him is an act/manipulation, and how much of it is genuine?

He’d forgotten love, for him, is always predicated on deception. If he was going to lie, he should have been prepared to keep it up forever.

jace genuinely believes this too </3 i dont think hes ever been genuine with anyone in his entire adult life, not since he learned that lying gets you what you want faster and easier and it only backfires when people find out

 He looks completely fucked and utterly unfuckable.   A chill runs through him when he remembers that it’s his own spellcraft that did this, ripped his control to shreds and gave the tattered pieces to someone else. Even now, he can feel an unfamiliar current of magic writhing beneath his skin, alive and with a mind of its own. The sensation turns his stomach, makes bile rise in his throat.

i think i'm like so preoccupied with "lack of control" being one of jace's worst fears because of how sorcerers are in rules-as-written d&d? like it's literally described as innate magic but idk man anything thats come innately to me has still always required me to hone whats already there with precision until it goes from good to really fucking good. also yay to jace selling a piece of himself to porter and for physical descriptions of magic, which i am also very preoccupied with.

He won’t let Porter see how much he’s falling apart.  If he pretends that he’s fine, then he is fine. He can still be everything Porter needs and wants, irreplaceable. He’s incredible at his job.

he's still fighting! he's so angry and spiteful in this, he can't even imagine letting the mask slip mere days after coming back to life. back to work, the show must go on! he's honestly mortified that there were three days where he didnt have the mask on. the performance is forever and it will take everything from him <3

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: It’s All Fun & Games Until…

A list of the worst games to play with each prince and why.

Lynt - Hide & Seek

Tino plays this game everyday as he fretfully searches for his Master in his various napping spots. Just ask him how fun that is.

Fenn - Strip Poker

Thanks to Fenn’s poker face, MC is naked in less than 30 seconds.

Rio - Two Truths and a Lie

Rio is absolutely incapable of lying. He either always tells three truths or fumbles so obviously when telling a lie that MC always wins.

Lance - Simon Says

Lance: Lance says this game is a load of rot. *Gets up and leaves*

Roy - Twister

Manipulates the game so that MC is constantly in a semi-awkward position. Meanwhile, Roy’s smiling innocently as MC blushes since she’s so close to his—

Toa - Scrabble

MC: C-A-T. That’s five points. Your turn Toa.

Toa: *Builds upon MC’s cat with all his letters to spell C-A-T-A-L-Y-Z-I-N-G* That’s a triple word score, bonus for using all my letters…

MC never wins against Toa.

Guy - Charades

If Guy and Jasper team together, they always win given their communication skills. If Guy and MC team up together…that’s another story. We’ve seen how often miscommunication plays a factor in their events.