#or like Top seats cause of the casino name

[2kmps]

diavolo gets a new hobby: reading tea leaves. he decides to share the new experience with you.

notes; 2.1k, not really proofread, written in 2021 so this is based off original obm game- not nightbringer, smoochies w/ diavolo 🫰🏻

The tea leaves always read a different fortune to him every time he looked. Out of habit, he hurried through his first cup to see the formation of the leaves look as they floated to the bottom and settled in clusters, taking on rather intriguing shapes that looked a lot like nothing.

From the inside of his jacket, he plucked out a little red book of whimsical divination, detailing thousands of different interpretations for why those tiny specks looked like that. This one promised him a lucrative future and fulfilling love life.

This one had to be accurate, it was most pertinent to the happenings of his life and what he wished for, after all. It was more the latter than anything else that jostled his spirits, coaxing his shoulders a little higher and his smile all the more dazzling as a satisfied hum vibrated in his throat.

His only complaint was that the divination he received was a little vague, that was the downfall of relying on that as a measure of reading the future as opposed to going to a fortune teller or palm-reader. All of that aside, it didn’t dissuade him from reading for the teapot centered in the table to pour another cup for yet another try.

This time, he wanted it a little more specific on his love life. If he couldn’t get a name, maybe he could at least figure out the qualities of the person he’d end up with. Admittedly, he already had compiled a list of those in chronological order with an image of someone in mind.

“Young Master,” Barbatos announced with an amicable smile, arm rigid at his waist while he gave a slight bow. He sidestepped to allow you past him. “Your company has arrived. I’ll prepare the new tea leaves you requested.”

He offered a few excitable words of thanks to the butler, eyes alight like glittering gold and never faltered from you even once you took your seat at the table. The twitch was there in his limbs to reach across the table to touch you; grab your hand, tuck a hair behind your ear- anything, really.

“I’m glad you were able to come. The brothers didn’t give you too much trouble, did they?” he asked coyly, tucking his hands below the silk tablecloth to fiddle with the pages in his red booklet. “I did call you out of the blue. It didn’t really occur to me at the time that you may have had plans.”

As much of a chaotic whirlwind you were, miraculously, there were traces of modesty in tact with a real discomfort for causing issues not warranted by necessity.

You were a strange being with a good heart, perhaps that why you were so close to his.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Your reply was accompanied by a crack of laughter while you fiddled with the settings on your phone. He hoped you meant to turn it off. “I actually sort of snuck out. Don’t give that look, it’s not a problem. I promise! So, Lucifer recruited all of us to do a top-to-bottom scrub of the House of Lamentation. Wanna know why? Because-ah, well… never mind. Let’s just say that Mammon got way too invested at the casino, that blew up bad…”

Diavolo jutted his lips, pulling them down into a frown. “Sounds like he may have gotten involved with the crime syndicates, then. They’re difficult to regulate, though less of a problem than what they used to be. A couple hundred years ago, the Devildom would’ve been completely inhabitable for humans. They controlled a lot.”

“So, sort of like the syndicates, gangs, or mafia in the human realm, right?” you asked, grabbing one of the finger sandwiches from the silver tray on the table and popped it in your mouth. “Didn’t think they’d really be a thing here. Thought it’d be more like ritualistic torture or magic fights.”

He gave a hearty laugh that shook his shoulders, mirroring you as he took one of the miniature foods as well. “Oh, there are those, too. You’d need to go to certain ends of the Devildom where they’re more common, though. Even then, they’re forbidden.”

You didn’t talk with your mouth full, instead you gave a hum of understanding, a nod, and reached for another morsel. A petite cupcake was in your sights as Barbatos reappeared with a new tea spread atop of a platter of pure gold. Diavolo had to notice that the particular set he chose was a favorite; all of the components were clear glass with unique craftsmanship on the spout which was twisted yet elegant and poured marvelously. The individual cups were the same glass with the addition of white porcelain at the base and their handles, finished with delicate traces of gold.

“For the tea,” Barbatos started, just touching two fingers to the top of the lid as he tipped it towards your cup first. Neither Diavolo or you had paid attention to the fact that there had been liquid inside, albeit as clear as the glass that contained it. As it surged forth and gushed from the spout, it turned crimson in the air and in your cup. “Incredibly rare leaves with a blend of berries.”

You looked like you were ready to go feral and spring atop the table in absolute astonishment at witnessing this. Diavolo had seen it once before at a meeting many moons ago, although it was still as fascinating as the first time he had seen it. It was your reaction that he treasured the most, seared into his memory; it was truly the only reason he requested for Barbatos to hunt it down for him.

He watched as you settled into your chair again, smoothing out the fabric of your shirt as though to disguise your embarrassment. You only grabbed your cup once Barbatos had filled the other and Diavolo hooked a finger through the dainty handle, holding it aloft to toast you. It was a gesture that you were eager to reciprocate.

“To an afternoon with… really… the best company I could ask for.” The air cut with a sharp clatter of glass, however gentle it actually was. Diavolo lifted his shoulders towards his ears, feeling heat crawl up them from his neck. “Truly, the amount of joy I feel when we’re able to have time together like this- it’s immeasurable.”

Your smile broadened. “I always look forward to it.”

Finally, he rewarded his bravery with a sip of the tea. The warm wafts of steam swirled around his face, filling his nostrils with a showstopping sweet aroma that he thought he could already taste in the back of his throat. Other traces were far more subtle, a little more of a task for him than he was willing to put into the drink.

All that mattered was your reaction.

His gaze remained on you still, always. Once you took a sip, he did as well, though he let his lips linger on the rim of the cup for a while afterwards. While the tea itself could almost be described as overwhelmingly sweet in smell, it was far more tart in flavor, making him pucker and salivate. It clung to the back of his throat, heavier in body than he recalled from the one other time.

Overall, it was a delightful foil to the monotony of other blends he had tried recently.

He was first to finish the cup, turning it inward to where the remnants of dried berry and crushed leaves lay at the bottom in a rather peculiar pattern that he had never seen before. It prompted a look of marvel and retrieving the red booklet from beneath his thighs where he had tucked it earlier.

“What are you doing? Is something wrong with your tea?” you were trying to get a better angle of what was going on. “Seriously, what?”

It was the perfect moment, he thought. He was quick to rise from his chair, moving it across the shriveling grass below until he was able to root the legs down next to you. Still in his grasp were the cup and booklet, both of which he held up between your bodies. “I’ve never seen this kind of pattern in tea leaves before. This book has thousands of different meanings. I think this one is special!”

Your head remained still, though your eyes roamed from the booklet to him and back again a few times. “I didn’t know you were into reading tea leaves, Diavolo. Definitely not what I expected.”

Again, he gave a laugh that felt like it even rumbled in his stomach. “Haha! Well, I guess you could say It’s a new hobby of mine! I find it fascinating there’s so many ways to read your fate and fortune. Worth mentioning it’s all for fun, though.”

That wasn’t the complete truth.

“Does reading tea leaves sort of fall into that grey area where you shouldn’t try to alter the future or something? Impede natural progression of fate or whatever?” you were genuinely curious, he could tell when you took the cup from him and rotated it in your own attempt to make sense of it. “Kinda looks like a weird heart, don’t you think?”

“Oh, so you see it, too? I bet that means something good.” He moved closer to you, arms and thighs flush to one another. “Barbatos' power is on a different level from reading tea leaves for fun. It’s also real. Fortune-telling in most of its forms is real too, but easily falsified. We have the fake psychics in the Devildom as well. You just never know if you’re getting something authentic, or something for a quick grimm. It’s almost harder to regulate than the crime syndicates.”

Diavolo was suddenly very aware of the weight of your body against his side as you leaned into him, holding the cup up near both your faces. “I can imagine. So, if it’s not illegal for us to play around with it… what does the heart thingy mean? Love, probably?”

“Probably!” he agreed, wildly perusing the pages until his eyes landed on a picture with a heart formation mostly similar to one in the cup. They were never precise. “It says… hmm, I see. This book in particular is saying that how well formed the heart is determines how the flow of a relationship will go. In this case, I’d say… it looks… off… a bit.”

You sputtered a laugh, sticking your elbow against him. “Don’t sound so upset. It’s just tea. Besides, isn’t the nature of most relationships a little up and down? The heart doesn’t look that messed up, Diavolo.”

“Mmm, that’s true,” he sighed, flipping to the next page to continue the explanation. “The issue I take most with tea leaf readings is that it’s all just so… nebulous. The shape of the heart itself may not even mean much; it could just be that there’s a relationship in my future that may go well, or not at all. It doesn’t always tell you that much.”

Your cheek was resting against his shoulder at this point, using it as an anchoring point to make it easier to read the booklet he held up. He hoped that you couldn’t hear the sound of his heart thrumming against his ribs; it was deafening in his ears right now.

“So,” you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, “It’s, like, if you get an omen in your cup that doesn’t necessarily mean that omen is gonna fuck you up. It’s more like, the omen is going to be present in some shape or form?”

Diavolo couldn’t care less about the booklet at this point, not with how you were nestled against him like this. “Hmm, that sounds about right.”

“So,” you continued, slowly tilting your face up so you were able to see his. “That means you shouldn’t let the reading dissuade you from anything. You should just go for it?”

He saw your eyes drift from his towards his lips, it made his jaw clench and breath catch in his throat. You had tendencies to be forward with things, but he hadn’t expected it in these circumstances. It was almost embarrassing how much of a brainless fool he became when you were with him.

It was as his arms wound your body, holding you firmly against him while his lips danced across yours in several fervent kisses that he realized he didn’t care much for any of that.

divider; @/anlian-aishang

reposted from my deleted blog, cardeneiv

#obey me #obm #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x you #diavolo x mc #diavolo x y/n #obm diavolo #obey me imagines #obey me one master to rule them all #2k writes

[ducknotinarow]

continued from [here] || @aflockoffeathers

Raphael was in for another long night. That was the usual first thought whenever he pushed through the doors that led into the employees' only area of the casino. There, he would get ready for his shift and check to see if he had gathered any bookings for the night. With how long he had been around, Raphael always had quite a few bookings. Do something long enough, and you become good at the job, and Raphael's bookings were always full. Being one of the better known cocktail severs due to how long he has been here after all, he didn't even have to advertise for his bookings anymore. He did seem to have some time free before his first table came in, though, so they wanted him to work the floor for a bit.

Stepping out to the floor he's greeted by all the same. The bright lights that surrounded the tables. The bar tender getting drinks all made up for the other waiters to start handing out. Some of the girls were already hitting up the tables. Raphael strolled into his usual section for the night when he once again took notice of them. A turtle mutant similar to himself. With olive skin and just a much more soft vibe to him. Raphael could never word it beyond that.

This turtle just didn't seem to really fit among the usual guests they had or even the rest that were less frequent. Most who came to gamble seemed more like the risk taking sort, this guy? Well Raphael could easily image them a pencil pusher. So the fact this turtle seemed to always come to the casino? on top of being a constant winner? Raphael kind of smelled something going on here. And maybe that was what drew him into leaving his usual section of the casino floor.

He looked towards the waitress who took charge of the area and gave here a slight nod of his head, singling he was only going towards the table the other turtle mutant was at. So she would stay away. The conversation wasn't anything to write home about but he had to admit he found it impressive how well they kept, oh he meant how well Donatello kept focus on the game at hand even well speaking with Raphael. Even won, like always though. He was never marked as someone to watch since he did only come in once a week as Donatello himself had even gone and pointed that out. Raphael couldn't help but wonder if that was part of his scheme or just a matter of what ever work they did.

"uh? oh name" Raphael states clearly showing he hadn't been listening near the end there. Though he had to agree it was nice to see someone else like him. A turtle that is. Mutants weren't that rare after all or he wouldn't be working at the casino but they did seem to offer some form of novelty which was also why Raphael work in the position he held after all. Not just for the mutants who came in but some humans found themselfs well curious was the way he opted to word it right now to himself as he mulled over giving his name. This guy? eh they just seemed different the air around them how they carried themself. Even with some suspicious on his own part here he dose offer his name in turn

"Raphael." He states before pulling out a chair and sitting himself down at the table to join them.

"Donatello uh? not the usual kind of name ya hear. not even at this joint." As if he had much room to speak when it came to names. Deciding he had the time to spare he went and took one of the seats at the table along with them. "I dunno about not havin' a problem though" Raphael starts with smirking at them as he does, they were far more worth his spare time. Call him curious or maybe something else was the drawing force here. "Ya still stop in enough to be noticed by those who work here ya know." He happily points out, "Mostly cause ya don' really seem like the type to be popping in the first place." Maybe he was fishing still working on his own suspicious here, as he leaned in a bit closer. "Course that would lessen the attention you get when you do come in uh?" As if he were on to the other turtle here. And maybe he was in truth Raph was just going off his own hunch here. And looking to see the reaction he would get from the other mutant. "Comin' in once a week, not always the same day claiming it as a way to blow off stress from you day gig. Something fun with the luck of chances in it." He continues on to speak leaning in a bit more letting his knee press against Donatello's leg as he did more so he can lower his voice.

Despite his suspicious he could care less what Donatello's reasons for coming to the casino were, it was more just him wanting to mess with the pencil pusher here a bit. Maybe get a rise out of them. Pure entertainment on his own end. They had his interest he guessed and he couldn't help but play around a bit with them. "or maybe it's on purpose when you show up? less suspicion despite your winning streak hmm?" Like the games here Raphael was showing his own card taking his own gamble so to speak but working in this place so long? Raphael knew a few things. That luck always won, though sometimes one could make their own luck. "Such are the cards though right?"

He smirked a bit more as he leaned in just a bit closer making sure the dealer wouldn't pay any attention to them. Flirting with the guest wasn't abnormal after all but the dealers never really cared to feel part of it. "Or maybe, you are bluffing?" Raphael in his own game her was showing his cards now. Looking for a tell on them before he finally pulled back, letting his shell rest back against his chair, slightly pushing the ball of his hell into the carpet so his chair would push back just enough to give them space once again.

"Or maybe you just don't get enough spare time and like to spend it here when you do? Sounds like a problem to me." He adds in clearly playing his own game here, but at the same time not here to out them out if his suspicion for being a card counter were true. It didn't effect Raph after all. But sometimes it's fun to be in on it.

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[nataliakirilova]

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AEW ALL OUT RESULTS

Didn't watch the zero hour as I stepped out to eat dinner lol

MJF Wins Casino Battle Royale

(3/5) High paced match, Couple of fuck ups due to the ladder just falling every 5 secs, lmao other than that nice opening. We all knew who it had to be at the end right cause I would have been so pissed if it was anybody else but MJF.

The Elite VS The Dark Order | AEW Trios Championship

(4/5) This was really great, over the top storytelling at it's finest with near pinfalls that had me popping up at my seat. Kenny seems to be back at 100 percent as well! Really interested to see where the story goes from here due to the ending of the match.

Jade Cargill VS Athena | TBS Championship

(2.5/5) The beginning of the match where the baddies botched the interference almost fucked it up. Jade looks like a star and she's improving every time she steps into the ring. Athena was a great replacement for Kris Statlander. Wouldn't mind seeing Athena challenge for the women's championship. Overall good match.

FTR and Wardlow VS Jay Lethal and Motor City Machine Guns

(3/5) Good trios match! FTR are so over and one of the best tag teams the company has. Seeing MCMG back together brings me memories of old tna back then. Hoping we see FTR VS MCMG somewhat in the future. Jay Lethal is also great in this as well. Overall solid match by a group of solid top guys. Loved the nice little heartwarming ending with Dax's daughter coming in as well Samoa Joe coming back

Powerhouse Hobbs VS Ricky Starks

(2.75/5) I love both these guys and I'm glad they're being featured more on the program, but I felt as though this feud should have been built a little more and leading up to either grand slam or full gear. This feud felt a bit rushed and I know that might not be the end of it but both these guys are future stars. Hobbs looks like a beast and if protected and booked right with the right heel manager he'll be great! Ricky as well, I did not expect him to be one of the bigger faces coming out but I'm here for this! Ricky is a future world champ with a ton of charisma and he's great in the ring as well. Overall it was an okay match that deserved to be built a little bit more

Swerve in Our Glory VS The Acclaimed | AEW Tag Team Championships

(4/5) This was match of the night for me and I wasn't expecting it to be! The acclaimed were so over that Swerve and Lee had no choice but to be the heels in this match as they did throughout the match. I really thought at one point acclaimed were going to win. The crowd was electric for this match with so many near pinfalls. Honestly best match of the night. Loved the foreshadowing of a potential Lee and Swerve heel turn there. They should have gone through with it and would have made them the top heel tag teams of the company but that's to be determined later.

Toni Storm VS Jamie Hayter VS Britt Baker VS Hikaru Shida | AEW Women's World Championship

(2/5) Okay match Toni Storm and Jamie Hayter are great! I wish the crowd was a bit more into this but they were all sitting on their hands and di not really care as much. All 4 women are really talented but it was obvious who was going to win in the end. Hopefully Thunder Rosa comes back and we see Toni vs Thunder 2 as well as the Jamie vs Britt feud finally begin to unravel.

Christian Cage VS Jungle Boy

(2/5) Christian is a great heel no doubt about it. Good to see Jungle boy finally going by his real name now. I did see reports after the match was over that Cage had some kind of arm braced due how quick the match ended but hopefully as cage starts to heal up we can see Jungle boy get one over Cage but it will be interesting to see him have to go through Luchasaurus first.

Chris Jericho VS Bryan Danielson

(3.5/5) Really good match. Felt like I was watching and old school early 2000s match. Well put together really good wrestling. However I was not okay with Jericho going over Danielson. Bryan had the potential to be one of the biggest heels in the company against that Page feud but instead created the BCC and since then hasn't had that one big win. Hoping that changes soon cause Bryan is such a great worker if not one of the best workers in the business.

Sting, Darby Allin and Miro VS House of Black

(2.75/5) Nice match, Did it have to be on the card? I guess but it should have been built up more. House of Black has a great potential of being a top heel stable and Malakai has been reduced to just another guy. I heard reports that he's been dealing with personal issues as well as he might take some time off. I hope he comes back better and healthier cause he has world championship potential if booked right.

CM Punk VS Jon Moxley | AEW World Championship

(3.75/5) Punk is the biggest babyface in the company no doubt about it. especially in his hometown of chicago. Moxely with the anti hero dgaf attitude also benefitted from this match as well. Surprised Mox didn't bleed the whole match and instead allowed punk to get color instead. Solid good match with Punk winning back his title and the amazing return of MJF just added the cherry on top. So excited to see this feud ignited and turn a new leaf cause both these guys are top stars.

#aew #all elite wrestling #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe

[miyaagis]

oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

taglist. @newfriendjen @tsumue @cyb3rbab3​ @lets-go-datehoe @kageyamakock @oneholetickler​ @idiotgu​ @kageyama-i-want-tobiors​​ 

#oikawa x reader smut #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #tw.alcohol #tw.degradation #tw.noncon filming #tw.watersports #tw.mindbreak

[jilliannotfound]

prepare for a long ask (i’m sorry)

my brain is very full so hear me out-

dream smp casino/mafia au-

now i was at first thinking Kinoko kingdom (karlnapity) are the owners of the casino cause yk Las Nevadas Quackity but then i remembered “Syndicate” (by Derivakat) which has a jazzy vibe and was like, what if the Syndicate was a mafia ‘family’ that ran a casino and reader is their star performer who starts off every night with a performance of “Syndicate”. reader’s performance is used to kinda establish the Syndicate’s power over the casino and to remind the patrons anything they do will be under the scrutiny of a mafia with literally two of the most renowned mafiosos’ (Philza whose reputation of traveling all over and taking down many a mafia family precedes him and Technoblade who has taken down mafia families singlehandedly) in the city, maybe even the entire country.

the Eggpire is like a rival mafia that is trying to take control over the city so it isn’t uncommon for them to try and infiltrate the Syndicate casino. so i was thinking, what if the people who are Pro-Omlette (but not in the Syndicate so Puffy, Foolish (since it’s not confirmed he’s part of the Syndicate), Awesamdude and Eret) are staff at the casino. they were each like a lone agent after their mafia family split up/they left and decided to join forces with the Syndicate to make sure the Eggpire didn’t gain total control of the city. Maybe Sam is a bodyguard stationed either outside the casino or manning security cameras switching with Puffy, Eret can be like a stage manager/backstage to aid the performers and make sure no one sneaks into the dressing rooms or the light control area backstage and Foolish is like a bartender keeping an eye out on the main floor of the casino for any activity.

Dream was the former head of the well-renowned Dream Team mafia family until the family split. he’s notorious for breaking apart mafia families before disappearing into the night and traveling to a new city. occasionally he’ll hire some aid but they never last long.

Ponk used to be an on-sight medic for the casino in cause of bar fights or performers getting injured on stage but after many rumors (later confirmed to be true) of him being a member of the Eggpire he was fired and not allowed to enter the premise of the casino again.

Kinoko Kingdom was a rival casino/mafia family to the Syndicate’s but they’ve decided to have a truce to make sure Dream and/or the Eggppire don’t take over their city. Their casinos have different vibes with the Syndicate’s being more of a hub for mafia and business activity with jazzy music on the constant and famous for civilized and tame yet very entertaining entertainment whilst Kinoko’s casino is like more of a rowdy type casino, famous for high stake bets, drinks with high alcohol content and lively music and entertainment that can be seen as a bit too glitzy and tacky. Like you go to Syndicate casino for a night of business deals and building yourself up to the top, the type of casino you would bring your boss to, whilst the Kinoko casino is the type of casino you go to let loss and risk it all with cheap entertainment and even cheaper booze. their truce works out because their casinos are so different that competition wouldn’t be worth the cash (and the Syndicate knows they can easily take on the Kinoko mafia in a fight but shhhh)

there’s multiple places a reader character could fight but as a primarily Technoblade simp at heart i had to put reader as a performer in the Syndicate casino-

~🦫Anon (if this title isn’t already taken-)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖

DSMP x Reader (in-game)

Summary: Request

Warnings: None?

A/N: Okay… I have a few important things to say. First of all, this story is not completed. This request is so genuinely good and I have been trying to work on it for far too long and have had very little success. With that being said I still want to publish the small bit of this story that I’m proud of.

Second of all, I would like any other dsmp writers on this platform to feel free to take this request and perhaps do with it what I wasn’t able to. If you write this story, please tag me because I’d love to see what you do with it. You can also use this bit I have written and am sharing to start off your own version of the story (just give proper credit)!

With all of that out of the way, please enjoy!

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The Syndicate. One of the highest-end casinos in the country, and certainly the most powerful, being run by two of the best-known mafiosos.

Philza was best known for his travel, being able to track down anyone anywhere and take care of them.

Technoblade was easily the scariest man you could meet. He’d single-handedly taken down more mafia families at the age of 21 than most senior-aged mafiosos could even dream of.

It was rare to see either of the men in the casino, let alone to see them together, so when the pair came through the doors with power in their steps everyone knew something serious was in order.

They took their seats at the bar as Foolish prepared their drinks and Eret directed the casino's attention to the stage.

This performance was a nightly occurrence, the same jazzy tune came from the band's instruments as Y/N emerged from the curtain.

Hey, I'll tell you a little secret of mine

If you promise not to tell, if you have the time

Everyone has gotten you, always on the run

But if you join the Syndicate

Life could get a little more fun

It was the song of the casino, used to remind everyone just how much power it holds.

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

It reminds the patrons of the casino that no matter what they do, the Syndicate is always watching, studying each of them in hopes of finding some new friends.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

The members of the Syndicate were a force to be reckoned with, composed of strong fighters and quick thinkers constantly working to take down anyone that dare stand in their way.

The Eggpire was their current concern. Run by a man named BadBoyHalo, the Eggpire was a whole other breed of mafiosos.

They preached about the Egg, whatever the hell that was supposed to be, and always wore a signature red color that made them easy to spot. Sometimes you could even swear there was a red glint in their eyes when talking about it.

After the incident with Ponk, their old medic that got caught up in the red whirlwind, the Syndicate became extra wary of the Eggpire, willing to do just about anything to take them down.

This is exactly why the two most powerful men were sitting together at the Syndicate’s bar with their eyes locked on the stage.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

Oh, a couple new friends

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh no, no

You'll gain a couple new friends

As the jazzy instrumentals faded out, Eret poked his head out of the curtain on the side of the stage, gesturing for the resident singer to come backstage.

Y/N smiled at the audience and walked through the velvet barrier to be greeted by the deep-voiced brunette.

“Did you see who’s out there tonight?” They asked him.

“That's why I called you, they wanna see you.”

Y/N took a deep breath and headed out onto the main floor.

They’d been part of the Syndicate for most of their life and knew they weren’t in any danger near Techno and Phil, but the anxiety still pounded in their head as they approached the men.

Y/N sat on the stool next to Technoblade and the two turned their stools to face them.

“Lovely performance!” Phil praised

They shot him a kind smile and braced themself for the inevitable harsh news that would follow the attempted small talk.

“We need you to do something.” Techno said bluntly. “You know Las Nevadas?”

“Yeah, of course.”

It was another casino ran by Kinoko Kingdom, another mafia family. They used to be considered one of the biggest threats to the Syndicate because they had quite literally appeared overnight and nobody knew anything. Once the Eggpire popped up though, it was safest to become fast friends with the three men that ran Las Nevadas in hopes of strengthening their forces against the red abomination infecting families all over.

“We had a meeting with Quackity and he’s got a bad feeling about some guests that have been stopping by their area. It’s a shitty casino, we all know that, but he thinks it’s more than just some random troublemakers.”

…

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#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream smp fanfiction #las nevadas #kinoko kingdom #the syndicate #eggpire #dream team #awesamdude #badboyhalo #captain puffy #dream #dream was taken #eret #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #nihachu #niki nihachu #philza #ponk #quackity #sapnap #technoblade #🦫 anon

[katherinemallory]

For the past few days I've been rewatching the Bond films of the Daniel Craig era and I have to tell you a have a very soft spot for all of them. For different reasons each.

1. Casino Royale was probably the first Bond film I've ever seen. I say 'probably', cause I can't really remember which one was my first (yeah, I know it sounds stupid, but I wasn't a Bond fan back then and I didn't care much... I guess it was either this one or GoldenEye).

I love the incredibly bondian soundtrack (and the title song, which gives me goosebumps every time I listen to it!!!) and the cast - Daniel Craig, Eva Green, and Mads Mikkelsen form a legendary trio in this one! I have no idea how they managed to make the poker scenes look so exciting. And also, the way the novel was modernized in order to make CR more interesting for the present-day audiences never fails to astonish me. The film is much better than the novel in my opinion.

2. Quantum of Solace isn't a common choice among the Bond fans when it comes to listing their favourite films of the franchise, but I've always liked it a lot. I do not agree with the amount of hate it gets and I believe it's underrated. If you watch it straight after CR, it becomes more clear why it has the very right to be so different from other Bond films.

Again, I think the soundtrack sounds quite good. Maybe the story could have been a little less realistic, but on the other hand the idea of water being the most valuable source on Earth appeals to me. Just as the relationship between Bond and Camille, which is pretty special, so I don't mind they only shared a kiss.

3. Skyfall... Oh, this is a big one. Words can't describe how much I adore it. I consider it to be a masterpiece, but I usually refuse to refer to it as a Bond film. It's rather a film about Bond.

It has broken many conventions associated with a Bond film (let's just mention Bond experiencing a middle-age crisis), but at the same time it has constantly referred to the previous films, especially to the Sean Connery era (Bond's "death", just as in You Only Live Twice, an ejector seat just as in Aston Martin DB5 from Goldfinger etc.). It also refers to the novels (the names of Bond's parents, his Scottish ancestry), even though it has got an original script.

The music is one of the best soundtracks I've ever heard (and one of the very few I actually listen to): subtle, but yet able to make you emotional. Not to mention the title song, which is in my top three songs of all time. Another thing worth noting is the cinematography. Skyfall has taken filming a Bond film to a different level, the whole film looks like you are being shown a sophisticated collection of paintings in an art gallery.

And, of course, the characters. And Mallory. And the mother and son relationship between Bond and M.

4. Spectre is the first Bond film I've experienced in a cinema and the first one I've watched as a declared Bond fan, so I'll always be sentimental about this one.

The plot is a bit too far-fetched for me, but it doesn't necessarily mean I do not find it enjoyable. The amount of references to the previous films makes it nearly impossible for you to count them all and I love it. It contains a few really funny jokes. It's got a brilliant political subplot, which allows Mallory to be more active (yeah!)

Can't wait to add a fifth film to that list.

#james bond #bond james bond #007 #casino royale #quantum of solace #skyfall #spectre #bond confessions #the daniel craig era

[blankdblank]

Poke Pt 10 - Poker Face

…

All in swift succession a wedding and a baby on the way on the top floor of a casino in the perfect setting for the celebration that Pepper had dreamed of the plans were shared for a ceremony in India for a certain level of privacy in renting an estate there. As linked as Loki’s plus one you were granted your own invitation and to follow the dress code would wear your white gown sleeveless gown coated with golden branches that stemmed from the waist out. Because you were upstairs Peter was allowed to attend as long as he didn’t head down to the casino and when the party had dipped into the second half and a clear need for privacy when Stark gave his usual hint you and the other guests gave them some space. Loki regrettably accepted your peck on his cheek and sighed at his inability to join you down in the casino and entertainment avenues floors below.

However under strict watch of four sleuths working for the casino watched you at your seat at the blackjack table in the figure hugging golden number with accents to frame your curves perfectly on the thick strapped wonder with another low dipping cleavage cut. Enough to distract many, and to Eddie’s glee as he camped out keeping watch on Hippy McGee, Big Ears was in your view a couple tables over and kept noticing the hushed comments of said paid shadows who had watched you go from setting down your grand in chips to eight grand in less than an hour.

Suspicious himself the dealer waited until the signal then flashed you a grin stating, “I apologize, however my time at this table is expended.”

“Oh, do you accept tips? Or is that just a film thing?”

Weakly he chuckled and said, “We do accept tips.” And he accepted the chip you offered him, “Thank you.”

“Sorry,” you giggled out, “I’d have offered sooner. First casino trip, mainly play online no tips involved.”

He chuckled and said, “Understandable, good luck.”

“Thank you,” you said then smiled to the new dealer who greeted you in return and got to watch you amp up your winnings to fifteen thousand that had the second dealer who looked you over as you said, “I think that’s enough for now. Only needed ten really,”

His brows arched up asking, “For the tournament?”

You nodded, “Little likely to win, but any spare funds for college is helpful, so if I lose at least I have four to walk away with over my original grand.”

Relief washed over the guards as the news that you were pooling those funds into the buy in on the tournament that you noticed Big Ears was headed for. And with 260 bodies in filling the allotted seats you were among those who hadn’t paid ahead and filled up a stunningly small group of amateurs amongst the flocks of professionals who were out for a championship free boost to their pocket books before the big game in a few weeks down in Vegas.

Basic chips were allotted for starting bet pools while your clutch rested in the secured drawer above your lap after having been checked and locked there like the other players in each table for their personal items to prevent cheating. Lost to the flow from the four other people around you the 52 tables steadily emptied in each depletion of chips. And with each empty table from the final player in each belongings were freed to move groups of five players filled the second round of the tournament. Guards again were present and in Big Ear’s view you were clearly being watched as whispers began to spread that you weren’t losing hands. Bluffs or clear victories were now casting second and third glances towards the remaining amateur in their midst on your way to the approved bathroom break without your still locked up clutch.

The third round began and in the empty of more shows or dinners at the choice of eateries inside this palace of greed and impulse the viewing room that had a growing audience to watch the wall of flat screens displaying the action. Yet you and the others had no clue in the sealed off hall to keep things running smooth without spare bodies in the way or chance for outward influence. Rows were split off and the next group of winners would simply move to the next row to meet their new opponents with clear crates of chips in tow to make ease of the moves. Some wouldn’t find comfort in a tournament like this, so many were used to sitting in one place for a time and as the you hit two and a half hours you didn’t know it but a relieved exit of the top floor had Sam and the Super Soldiers in the viewing room and Sam easing his phone out of his pocket to call Tony who was still upstairs. “Hey, um,”

“Poker tournament over already?” Tony asked pouring himself a drink.

“You’re not going to believe who’s in the final round.”

“Try me. I would wager Big Ears is down there, he’s been boasting on it all month. Him and Flay, they have a sort of thing back and forth for years.”

“Pluto.”

“Pluto what?” he asked lifting the glass already feeling Loki’s eyes on him for saying your name.

“Pluto’s at the table.”

Tony chuckled, “She did not have ten grand to enter the tournament, stop joking, who’s at the table.”

“Pluto, and she’s 800 grand up. She’s bluffing with threes.”

Tony paused and snapped his fingers, “Three minutes,” he hung up and the whole group was down to catch the back end of that hand for his scoff to the clear ease of the final ten grand from Flay who demanded to see your two down cards before he would leave. This for one of the few at this table to have a monster hand and the still amused unreadable expressions that none of the guys at the table seemed to be able to read. Eddie in the audience having completed his task an hour ago and was concerned at the lack of an answer to his texts found himself grinning widely to the sight of a shift in your seat to alleviate the numbness in your hip for the annoying seam in the back of your skirt you tried to avoid with a slightly irritating angle had Big Ears smirking widely and in his turn to bet shoving all his chips into the pot.

You didn’t lose and his try to bluff you out of your seat had him out of his own and cursing his way from the room for the Pro on his right to smirk watching your mini mountain of chips grow even more almost to match his own at 7 million for the largest pool at the table. Loki asked lowly, “What is the motivation behind this game?”

Which Natasha answered, “A battle of deception. Best liar wins the biggest pot.”

Tony asked, “Why did she get in the tournament in the first place?” he asked to Peter’s slip into the room behind a bigger adult’s back to hide between Thor and Loki.

Eddie answered, “I asked her to help me with causing a diversion.” Tony raised a brow his way and he said, “Can’t explain.”

Thor asked, “If she wins, how much does she get?”

Sam, “Depends on how many are at the table. If she’s the last one she wins 25 million, before taxes.”

Peter asked, “How much are the taxes?”

To which Tony said, “25%, so she’d have shy of 19 left.”

Pepper with an amused grin said, “Either way being in the last eight, she cleans up her accounts well enough.”

Bucky asked, “How long has she been playing poker?”

Eddie said, “Taught her to play after we met when she was stuck in bed healing. Started online poker on her birthday.”

Steve, “And in casinos?”

Eddie answered shocking them, “First time in one.” Deepening Loki and Natasha’s smirks as you smoothly deceived every single person at the table able to swing another win on a lucky three of a kind over all the other players’ single pairs. There was no taps, no signs of any cheating involved and still it was stunning how the mountains of chips soon gravitated their ways to your corner and another person was escorted away.

By the final player however as the men traded hand shakes and the third place finalist removed his enforced tie at the classy dress code enforced for this to be broadcast for a Bond themed event to line up with the next film coming out that the actual actor who played James Bond himself was amongst the judges watching the game up close curious of who would win out and if your win streak would continue. “So, when you come in second what are your plans for the 20 mil?” he asked cockily adjusting his own dwindling collection of chips.

“College mostly. Degrees are expensive.”

“Let me guess, Communications and Interior Decorating?” He joked with a sneer to the chuckling judges.

And with the same unflinching smile you answered, “Underwater basket weaving actually.”

He pointed at you, “Funny.” Cards were dished out and after two winning hands and eyes that refused to leave your casual smile in the small allowed crowd for any hint of a way to tell what you were up to this hand for the round bet your opponent was almost cleaned out by and had grown twitchy, uncertain of what to think as you stole your usual only glance at the card.

He could win it all and at your ease of four stacks into the middle to up his ante and chance of continuing this game for much longer and higher nail biting ratings and yet to the shift of his eyes and try at a calming exhale that trembled like his sweaty hands he shook his head. The two cards he had left were tossed in the center of the table and stunned silence for a few moments as he said, “Fuck it, second is good enough to get away from this table.”

It was just a flinch wider your smile twitched and he had snapped and to the claps and muttered congratulations no one but the actor in their midst with awe in his hand shake and comments on your success was broken by your opponent’s lift of your still uncovered cards that had the room explode with noise after he said, “You bluffed me with a pair of twos?!”

And to muffled giggles you accepted your clutch and welcomed the chance to get a picture with the actor who walked you to the win station where you were given your check post tax cut of a voice wavering amount of 18.75 million you tucked into your clutch. And to Tony’s side as he bled into questions you asked one of your own that stunned him, “What bank do I take this to? I don’t think mine would be able to deposit this much.”

Tony said, “I’ll take you to mine.” The others moved onto the dessert bar stop as he drove you to his bank to help guide you into the exclusive place that was more than eager to get ahold of your meager funds compared to his fortune to keep one of their best customers happy. One was kept in a separate fund account while the rest was put in a savings account to match the one that Eddie for his own laugh worthy bet on the winner of you for first place deposited his 5 million dollar nest egg that would keep you both from ever being homeless if the worst came about and you were named to the public and had to run for it. Choices the Billionaire had to respect for the sums collected by the pair of you in a matter of stunning hours.

Stolen glances and whispers your way didn’t stop his continued urge to see you safely back to the group as now your face would be out there as one of the largest female poker tournament winner for raking in a 25 million pot. Surely you had Eddie to check in but taking you back to that apartment in Queens didn’t fully sit right with him as you were young and alone and now visibly richer than most peers of your age who didn’t inherit their funds. He knew how people were vultures when the smell of gold was in the air and now you were known to have a whole hoard of it. Although the thing to really ruffle his feathers was in your return when the press had already ran online stories on the second place winner’s comments that he just wanted to let a young girl pay for her education so he folded and let her have the few extra million in the larger pot next to his. A statement that in Stark’s agitation had him enter the dining room of the eatery of your choice inside the casino to celebrate saying, “You’re going to WSOP next week in Vegas.”

He settled into his seat flashing Pepper a smile as you finished chewing and asked, “Excuse me?”

“Sort of slipped out. He said he let you win and no woman has won the main event let alone reached the final table, one has gotten a chair away, next week, I’ll pay your buy in since I put you into this and then we can skip this whole thing like it never happened.”

After a glance at Eddie you said, “Fine, I’ll see where we can book a room.”

“No need, I got a penthouse with enough for all of us who want to go, we can take my jet and I’ll even set you up with a spa day if you like.”

“I don’t go to spas, most of them have nothing but lavender and I can’t breathe around lavender. Not even mentioning their obsession with nuts.” You said closing your menu and flashing a grin to the wide eyed waitress in charge of your table who came to take your orders.

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Irritation somehow for the discovery that the glass and utensils Mesique had used being clean of any sign of use was short lived as Tony readied the plans for the trip to Vegas and let the entire press world this young poker protégé was going to have her butt in one of those final nine seats. All the way from the pitch black arrival to the stroll up through the lush hotel flashes of light recorded the elite entourage you arrived with and the Prince who kept tight hold of your hand and waist. The plushy bed was just what you needed and for the hour until buy in time was begun you stared at it longingly over the shoulder of the woman summoned to the room to give you a manicure. At least the focus of which you could choose and from her limited supply of choices you picked a glittery teal base with black octopus stickers to be clear coat on top to have something unique for the cameras since thanks to Tony there would be people watching to see where the kid placed.

This was gonna be twelve hours so along with your jean shorts a baggy maroon sweater was a must. With the sleeves bunched at your elbow you left your hair down and slung over a shoulder, adding your bolero hat on the way out to go and buy your seat. Flashes again captured everything from your maroon wedges Steve had bought you and everything else to be picked apart to see what you might have bought since your big win last week. Arguably amongst the hoards of hoodies and sunglass wearing masses you stood out a bit and in line you waited chatting with Tony in his try to help sharing lowly about the poker pros who were on the other end of the sign up hall that all stole glances with you and the famous face at your side reminding them of just where this new kid would be. Already in the elevator he’d passed you a bundle of hundreds that you handed over and filled out the information card and accepted your entry sticker you added to your shoulder and turned for the spot you were meeting the others at for breakfast.

“Pluto Pear,” you heard turning your head to the man you beat the week prior who bought his own seat a bit ago, “You really went with Pluto again, huh?”

At Tony you glanced asking, “Was I supposed to pick an alias? I can call myself Orion and buy a fake mustache if that makes you feel better.”

The guy looked you over as Tony said, “It’s her birth name not a nickname.”

“Man that must suck,” he said on his stroll away.

“I’m a cosmic force of rebirth and riches unlike your glorified boyfriend moniker, Beau.” You said strolling past him turning him to glance back at your back while Tony fought not to chortle.

Tony, “Always bad sign to mock the name of the God of the Underworld, planet hasn’t been the same since they started commenting on his planet’s size either.”

“I’ll pay you back from my winnings.”

“Don’t you worry about that, this is all my fault you’re here. I tend to bump people into things lately.”

“Like a certain impending baby bump, congrats again. Can’t wait to see the flying stroller you invent.”

“Pepper would launch me at the sun,” he said making you chuckle as he did for how wound up she was and how nervous he was. “I fought aliens, and this is a baby, somehow way more terrifying.”

“You could talk to Clint on how he handles it.”

You said and Tony looked at you, “Handles what?”

“He’s got kids.”

“He what?! This is the first I’m hearing of it.”

“Ah, he mentioned watching the Kung Fu Panda films with his kids and they loved it. Might have slipped out by accident. But I’m sure it’s mainly nerves at this point you’ll both calm down or scream your way on this terrifying rollercoaster of the next two decades.”

He chuckled again and into the eatery you strolled finding the table as Loki stood to ease out your seat beside his with a kind grin, accepting your peck on his cheek he followed with one of his own while Tony asked Clint, “So Clint, how are the Wife and Kids?” After his open mouthed stare Tony said, “Spill your secrets.”

Loki chuckled staking his own seat asking, “Did the sign up go well?”

“The guy I beat last time, or well, who came in second thought Pluto was a fake name.”

“His name is Beau, he has no grounds to debate the superior name.”

You shrugged, “He can say what he likes, Pluto fights back with a vengeance.” You said making him chuckle again and steal a pat of his hand on your lower thigh closer to your knee.

“You will be fantastic.”

Natasha said from her seat on your other side, “More than fantastic, today you are going to be historic.”

You giggled and said, “Just have to get through 7990 people to get to that historic spot, and 9 more to do the unthinkable.”

Thor said, “They are no match for your deceptive skills. Only the best could be bonded to my brother.”

Sam, “You got a poker face from a whole other planet. Nobody could figure out your ticks even our super spies here.”

Loki said, “I am certain your brother will be watching you if you are feeling nervous.”

“I’ll be okay. I’m glad he’s actually making some headway with his story.”

The belly filling spread was a good start to the day as soon enough the start of the 12 hour stretch of the first day of the Main Event kicked off. Every hand stirring up more gossip as one by one the other women in the pool of players got bumped off leaving just you on the cusp of what could be history. And while other women had won some of the smaller events this was so much bigger, and you had to celebrate this round with food.

“Ooh, sliders, and potato skins, and pizza.” Two tables worth of food was rolled up and had you all sampling the variety you craved after twelve hours that broke into your usual snack schedule that Loki smiled through his learning more of this new wave of cuisine you favored.

“Is she like a secret body builder that none of us know about? She eats more than Thor does.” Tony whispered to Sam who was already noticing how Bucky and Steve had tapped out in their silent try to eat more than your petite self.

Sam, “I don’t know. Maybe she’s fueling up a growth spurt? I had a cousin that ate like that as a kid and just one summer he shot up like a foot.”

Tony said, “Maybe she’s just a snacker, every few hours and twelve hours without food and she is just, eating a whole buffalo.”

Sam said, “Glad to see a girl with a healthy appetite. My sister has a hard time making friends with girls who can’t knock back a few burgers.”

Tony said, “Must have been fun having a sister,” making Sam look at him in another glance around the group, “Always thought about having a sister.”

To which Sam replied, “It’s a lot like your relationship with Misique,” making Tony look up at him, “You kinda wanna kill them, but then someone makes them cry and then it’s like how you cat with Pluto. You hate them, love them, can’t stand them, but you’d blow up the world to keep them safe to fight with another day.” He paused then said, “You could ask her to be your sister. Pluto’s got to be the second richest person in this room and smart to boot, could even give you a run for your money if she had the chance.”

Tony nodded and said, “She’s made some good choices, got a fund for school set up and the rest of the money went to savings. Maybe with this money she wins she’ll buy herself a safer place to live. Her place is tiny, it’s got these windows without bars on them. Not safe.”

Sam chuckled, “Ooh, you’re gradually adopting yourself a baby sister, big man.” Patting him on the back.

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Twelve hours and as the final woman standing with a scoop of the Dealer’s hands your pot grew collecting the last of the chips from another poker giant who fell to what he assumed to be a bluff only to slam face first into a gasp worthy full house of clubs. Claps and cheers sounded as you exhaled and took a glance at the other tables still going strong. Lowly to the watchman near your table you whispered and were guided to a bathroom break after having finished off another bottle of water. An approved pack of cheese crackers from the table of snacks were opened and eaten with the wrapper thrown away by the time the final table was ready for you to even look at let alone make the walk to the chair with your last name on a sheet of paper taped to the back of it.

Amongst the final ten seats from the tray your fingers eased the chips you had collected into neat piles and gave a subtle adjustment of your hat over your curls as the rolled up sleeve on your open flannel from Eddie shifted in the cross of your legs. Stares were common in each opening of the front of the borrowed shirt revealing the tight black t shirt you had on underneath to keep from having your cleavage on all the press shots of you as distant shots from the crowd the day prior had captured just about every moment of your bared legs. Though with a third seat emptied to a convincing bluff from the pros who tried to both defend their record of having won here already many times before with the bracelets on to prove it they took to adjusting in self soothing motions as if to remember that they were professionals even if your chip hoard was growing and the 12 million pot was becoming more attainable with every hand dealt.

While the latest guy was escorted from his seat the man to your left asked, “How long have you been playing poker?”

“For money, not long. Normally play online until last week.”

“One week? You’re kidding me.” Another of the guys replied.

You shrugged and said, “Not that hard to learn when playing against people.”

Another of the men chortled to the deal of the next round, saying, “Not easier at all. Learning to tell who’s bluffing or not.”

“Not that hard.” His eyes shifted back to you as you said, “I can hear your heart beat from here.” A faked laugh was your reply and to your cards you reached to lay them in place for the camera under the ridge to show the commentators what you had. Though it made little difference when another man bumped himself out of his own seat. Gradually the table emptied as they became bolder in aims to empty your seat, something you rarely risked by betting more chips than necessary to egg them on.

And across from the final player in your way everyone with baited breath watched as the bets were finally laid out and to two Aces already on the table he said over his empty chip section to match your motion in a bold motion. “You aren’t bluffing me out of my seat. Three Kings!” he said with a grin you mirrored and raised a brow mid shoulder pop lifting the cards you had you flipped over and fanned out making him cover his face as he heard the dealer say, “Four Aces. Miss Pear wins.”

Press from their booth came over as the head of the tournament still in disbelief at handing over the diamond and ruby bracelet shaped like a championship belt boxers or wrestlers win. WSOP was on the front underneath the year, and in each square section of the diamond accented golden band were ruby and onyx accented hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs. Behind the stack of the 12 million in bundled bills like a tiny fortress you stood with your winning hand on display for the smile filled pictures. After which you were glad to shrink back into your group and let the guys have their usual stops into the game recaps with the former champions for guy talk on all of their favorites to pretend that this year just hadn’t happened. Eight more million after taxes were added to a new checking account for spending in the new bank Tony took you to once again to secure those winnings safely.

Alone in the back seat of his car on the way there he said to break the silence, “You ever think of a house?” You glanced his way and he said, “I know a realtor, we could look in Queens if you like.”

“I have twelve pieces of furniture.”

“You can always buy more you know.”

“What would I even do with a house?”

“Whatever you want. Even have villains target it with missiles like my old place on the coast. My neighbors don’t like me much.” He said stealing a glance at the necklace your fingers stole a stroke of as you glanced outside the window in the startled squeal of two friends running into each other after a long time apart. “Your parents would want you to have a nice place,” he said turning your head again. “Doesn’t hurt to look.” He said in a drop of his gaze to his phone while you blinked away the brewing tears at all you imagined your parents anticipated for you now light years away.

Pt 11

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Hate To Love You | Poe Dameron

Summary: You and Poe have been friends since you arrived at the Resistance base three years ago. Well, friends who often want to strangle each other as much as they want to take the other to bed. After a solo mission gone wrong you get teamed up with Poe for a follow up mission on Canto Bight. The two of you together under the right circumstances may lead to something neither of you can resist, and confessions that can’t be taken back. [Star wars universe] [nsfw themes no smut] [fluff] [fr-enemies to lovers [[sort of]] 

Word Count: 6k

|Masterlist In Bio|

You find yourself in a bad area of Kajimi while on an intel mission for Leia. There is supposedly a man with information about the location of an abandoned First Order fleet ship that would be an excellent salvage opportunity. Stars above know the Resistance can use all the weapons and ship parts they can get their hands on. You went in alone, opting to leave behind your usual partner Daya, while she was laid up from a blaster burn. It was supposed to be an easy job. You go into Kajimi City, go to a cantina called Knicks and meet a man in an emerald green robe. He would give you a holopad and you would leave. Of course that does not happen.

You enter the cantina and immediately note that it is absolutely packed from wall to wall. It's loud, as most are, and you make your way around, looking for the man in the emerald robe. It's hard to see as it's barely lit. It's a divey place, sketchiness oozes from every inch of the establishment. Bad things, illegal things, happen here. You keep your head down, pull your hood up and keep moving.

"Oh look at her! Hey honey, gimme some of that body." Some guy hollers as you pass him.

You step forward and push past two big aliens that are conversing in grunts. You cannot stand being hit on. It's so irritating. You wore baggy jumpsuit pants and one of Poe's jackets to make yourself seem shapeless. Apparently that didn't work as well as you hoped. You wish the contact would show up or make himself seen because you're not keen on asking the barkeep about him. Last time you did that it ended badly, as the person you were after was not well liked.

There isn't much time to worry about all of that when a loud boom shakes the cantina, causing a hush to fall over the crowded room.

"First Order! Run!" Someone yells and then panic erupts.

You're jostled around as patrons begin to hurry for the exit. This sucks, there is no way you're going to get the intel now. Fuck it. You head for the exit, squeezing past a few droids to get out into the cold night air. Sure enough there are stormtroopers everywhere grabbing people left and right. You duck into an alley and head for anywhere that is not the middle of town.

The alley goes to a dead end that has an open sewer tunnel grate. It's better than nothing. You'll camp out in the tunnels and wait until things settle down topside. You slide past the bars and head into the dark passageway, pulling your flashlight out for a better visual. Unfortunately you don't make it too far before you come face to face with a blaster as you enter a dim lit tunnel.

"How'd you find this place?" The woman on the other end of the blaster says. "You're not part of the crew."

"I ran from the stormtroopers and slipped through an open sewer grate. I don't mean any harm."

"That jacket, where'd you get it?"

You look down and back up. "Uh, someone gave it to me?"

The woman walks forward, blaster still trained on you. "I know this jacket. Who are you?"

"I'm with the resistance. I can leave, I will find another place to stay until the stormtroopers clear out."

"What's your name?"

You swallow thickly. Why does your name matter? And why is she obsessed with this jacket? "Dameron. My name is Dameron."

"Dameron? Poe Dameron? Are you related?"

Oh fuck. She knows Poe. Shit. Fuck. He told you he once had bad luck on Kajimi, but he also said he had friends there. He never specified exactly what bad luck meant, but of course you'd run into someone who knew him. It's a fifty fifty chance, either this person is a friend or an enemy and you're gonna have to roll the dice. "He's my...husband?"

She scoffs. "He's alive? That son of a bitch. I should tea-"

"Zorii! They've taken Burnham!" Someone shouts from down the tunnel.

The woman makes a noise of annoyance. "Listen, you tell Poe if he ever steps foot on Kajimi again I will have his head on a platter and serve the rest of him to a sand worm. And if I see him outside if Kajimi it's on sight. Got it?"

"Yep. Got it." You turn and head back to the entrance of the tunnels. Sweat runs down your back and you walk faster, feeling the wall for guidance. You're too afraid to turn your light back on in case Zorii comes after you. You're done taking chances today, it's time to get back to your ship and get back to base. Fuck the intel.

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"Hey! You made it back!" Poe cheers, clapping you on the back as soon as you enter the command center. He's the only one in there, seemingly going over the latest attack plans on a First Order base. "How was Kajimi? Did you get the coordinates?"

"No, I didn't." You pull off your hat and gloves, slapping them on the table. "Do you know a woman named Zorii?"

Poe's face pales, eyes wide. "Perhaps, why?"

"I ran into her on accident. She recognized your jacket!" You pluck at the leather collar. "I'm fairly certain I'm lucky to be alive."

"Whoa hold on, did you say it was mine?"

"Sort of? I don't know, she asked my name and I said Dameron because I didn't want to give my real name because safety and whatever and I didn’t think any more of it. But of course she knew you! And she seemed to think you were dead. Wanna explain?"

"You gave my name?!" Poe grabs his hair and turns away, pacing the length of the star chart console. "Fuck! What did you tell her? I need to know. Did you say you were my sister? My cousin? My child?"

"First of all I'm too old to be your child you idiot. I said wife."

"Wife?! Oh for ewoks sake. You told her I was married?!"

You shrug the jacket off and throw it on a console. "I took a chance Poe! I had no idea if she was a friend or a foe!"

"Oh you took a chance alright. I'm so fucking dead now."

"Why? She was pissed but how bad can it be?"

Poe laughs debilitatingly. "Faking my own death to get out of the crew and join the resistance? Is that bad? Or hold how about this, I faked my death and we were seeing each other at the time I did."

Your jaw drops. "Poe Dameron! You did what?!"

"Yeah! Yeah, no I know! I'm a huge piece of shit but I did what I had to do to keep my ass alive."

You throw your hands up and turn away, walking toward the seating area. "You couldn't just break up with her like a normal person? No?"

"It wasn't about her, it was about leaving the crew."

"Then just leave!"

"Just leave? You have no idea how much shit that would put me in. I faked my death to sever all ties. Spice runners don't let people just leave when you know about their production and-"

"SPICE?!"

"Yeah that's what I said. We all have a past, don't start with me." He groans and sinks down into a chair. "I'm so fucking dead."

"You're only dead if you set foot on Kajimi. Just don't go there."

"Ah, yeah sure. Didn't plan on that regardless. The point isn't that I want to go back to Kajimi one day, it's a shit hole anyway, it's that Zorii knows I'm not dead and I lied to her. She's going to be furious and probably come after my ass."

"Well she can't miss it."

Poe gives you a death stare. "I'm aware my ass is big. Believe me, the seats in the falcon remind me every fucking time. I don't need this right now." He stands and heads for the exit as a few Captains enter. You watch as he leaves and turn your chair toward the console behind it, burying your face in your hands and sighing heavily.

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"Poe?" You call out tentatively as you enter the area of the hangar where he's been working on his x-wing for the last several hours. It's been a day since you got into it in the command center and you feel horrible for making him angry. He's your commander, and you'd even say friend though you butt heads a bit, but at the end of the day you do care for him. A lot. More than you probably should, even if he is a real pain in your ass. He gets under your skin and makes you hotter than any man ever has. It's a fine balance of attraction and irritation.

Sure enough he's laying across the top of his x-wing, foot hooked into the opening of the cockpit, stretched out reaching something inside the engine. He's got on just his cargo pants and a black tank top and you cannot help but stare at his ass. Yes, you teased him about it earlier but in all honesty you love it. It's so...grabable and sexy. He has no idea. Or maybe he does. It seemed like a sore subject earlier but you had been teasing him so that's your fault.

"Poe?" You say a bit louder and he pushes up out of the engine, arms holding him up against the mainframe. His hair is curled beyond belief, the humidity and sweat most likely.

"What now?"

"I wanted to say sorry for yesterday morning."

He pushes himself up farther and repositions himself to slide off the edge of the x-wings body to stand in front of you. He wipes his hands on his tank and crosses his arms. "Why'd you say you were my wife?"

"Huh? I told you, because-"

"No. No, you could have said sister or cousin, anything. But you chose to say wife. Why?"

"I guess I thought it was the safest option." You shrug and dig your boot into the dusty concrete. You definitely haven't imagined what it would be like to be his wife. To be his girlfriend even. Definitely not.

"You thought- oh." Poe hums. "Well I got news for you, wife. We have an assignment together."

"What? Why?"

"Because our friend with the coordinates has taken refuge in Canto Bight."

"The casino resort city? Why the fuck would he go there?"

Poe shrugs. "It beats me. Maybe the guy has a gambling problem. Either way, you and I are going and we are getting those coordinates."

"Why do you need to go?"

"As your partner."

Your heart sinks. Leia knows you blew it on Kajimi. It wasn't supposed to be a solo mission but you said you could handle it. Not that it was your fault the first order decided to raid the city. But why Poe? Why not send someone else with you? Daya? Rose? Wexley?

"Why?"

Poe jumps and hits the release for the hood of the x-wing to fall closed. "Why, because Leia said so."

"Why you? Doesn't she need you here for stuff?"

He smiles and hooks his thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. "It's gonna be me because I asked for the mission."

"You're messing with me aren't you? This is some kind of retribution for outing your fake death."

"Maybe, maybe not." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him. "Pack your bags, because it's honeymoon week on Canto Bight."

"What?!"

"Oh yeah. They're only letting couples in and seeing as you're my wife now..."

"POE DAMERON!"

"Mmm?"

You shove him and he cackles. "You asshole! You are so petty for this."

"Yeah well you signed my death warrant. The least I can do is get even just a little bit."

"I'm not going to sleep with you!" You shout back as you walk away. "I'm not your real wife!"

"We'll see about that!"

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Poe Dameron can clean up nice. Galaxies he looks like a model when he peels off the fighter suit and runs his hand over his curls. He's in a red silken dress shirt, the top three buttons undone and showing off his gold chain beneath that dips down low on his chest. Black slacks that are definitely tailored because they hug his butt and thighs like they're made for him. Fuck.

"Are you going to change?" Poe asks, gesturing to your flight suit. "I don't think they'll let us in if you're in that."

"Of course I'm going to change." You tug at the velcro of your suit and peel it open to reveal your dress beneath. It's not too fancy, just a simple black dress, knee length and short sleeved. You don't have a lot of nice clothes, they just aren't something you keep around. You do have a necklace from your mom, a nice silver chain with a blue gem pendant. You don't look nearly as nice as Poe does.

"So our cover is that we're a newly wed couple who can't keep their hands off each other. I'm more likely to get noticed here. I can hide my face in your neck and hair. People don't care much for PDA so they will hopefully just ignore us and-" Poe stops mid briefing and you look over at him. "Oh damn." He mutters softly. "My wife looks hot."

"What? Shut up." You toss the flight suit into the cockpit and attempt to fix your hair in the reflection on the windshield. "You're being an ass."

Poe lays his hand on your lower back. "I give you a compliment and I'm an ass? What kind of backwards planet are you from?"

"It was not a compliment. You said wife. Which is not a compliment, it's teasing, so you are an ass."

He leans in close and you press against the x-wing. You can see him in the windshield behind you. Your eyes meet in the reflection and you refuse to look away. His voice comes close to your ear, eyes still boring into yours as he says, "My partner looks stunning and beautiful and I cannot believe I get to do this mission with her. Is that better?"

Your stomach sinks and your heart stops. "You're not bad yourself."

He chuckles, still close to your ear. "I know."

"Confident much?" You press back against him to move away from the x-wing and he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tight against his warmth. Your body flushes, heat pooling in your stomach. Flashes of what you'd like him to do race through your brain. Galaxies what you wouldn't let him do to you. No. You have to get your mind out of the gutter. You have a job to do.  "Let go, Poe."

"Better get used to it. We're going to do a lot of touching." He purrs before he releases you.

You roll your eyes and he smirks.

"Don't think I can't see that blush." He walks beside you as you head to the grand entry way of the Canto Bight resort. "I know you want me."

"In your dreams, Dameron."

He chuckles. "I do have lots of dreams." He matches your pace and slips his arm around your back. "Fun dreams. We should share them sometime."

You cut him a glare and he grins. "You're really playing into this cover."

"Who says I'm playing?"

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As soon as you're checked in, the hunt is on. You can't help but wonder how many of these people would just leap at the chance to throttle you and Poe for simply being part of the Resistance. There's only one way to get this rich in the galaxy and that is weaponry and sympathizing with the First Order. After an hour or so you and Poe head for the elevators that go to the game rooms on the top floor. It's the roulette rooms to be exact. You got word from base that the contact is a roulette player, always betting black.

"I hope we find him." You say to yourself as the doors to the elevator close. It's only you and Poe inside, which is fine with you. At least you don't have to act when no one is around. The last hour has been an excruciating test of will power. You want this to be over, to never have to touch Poe again because it is killing you inside. You know this won't last.

"As do I."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I still feel like we're flying a little blind."

"We'll find him."

You look over and Poe has his arms crossed, staring straight ahead at the reflective doors. You look at the doors and take in the two of you together. He looks like he belongs here and you don't. People are going to know you're fakes. This isn't a mission for you, you're not a good actor and you're barely dressed for the part.

"You look great, stop worrying." Poe says softly.

"What? I didn't say anything?"

"You're staring at our reflection intently. I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. You look great."

You fold your arms over your chest and lean against the wall. "You're staring too."

Poe turns and steps directly in front of you. "I'm staring at you."

"Well stop."

"I can't." He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger and your hands start sweating, heart going wild. "I wanna take it all in while I have it."

"You think I'm not going to dress up ever again?"

"Maybe. I've known you for three years now and I've never seen you like this."

"Don't get used to it."

Poe releases your chin as the elevator dings, signaling your floor. "I won't. But I'm going to relish it while I can."

"Yeah, you do tha-ah!"

He grabs your hand and pulls you out onto the game floor, tugging you against his chest. He slides a hand into your hair and your knees go weak. "Remember our cover?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Newly weds." He drops his lips to your ear. "That can't get enough of each other. You can touch me again, it's okay."

You rest your hand against his chest and his heart is beating fast and hard. He's really into this. "How are we supposed to find the contact if we're all over each other?"

"We will. Just follow my lead."

Poe wraps his arm around your back and guides you to walk with him to a table. He crowds you against the table in front of him, lips going to your neck. "Ask what the buy in is?"

"What's the buy in?" You smile sweetly, looking at the dealer. You're trying not to tremble but Poe is really making you feel weak kneed. He's taken to sliding his hand across your stomach and massaging his thumb just over your ribcage.

"Twenty thousand Madame." The dealer says happily. "Shall I put you on the board next round?"

"Uh.."

"Yes." Poe says more lustfully than helpfully.

You shiver and nod. "Yes please."

The dealer gives a nod and begins to set out a marker for you while the roulette wheel spins away.

"How exactly are we doing this?" You hiss at Poe and he chuckles. "Seriously what money do you-"

"He's here."

"What? Where?" You look around the table and no one matches the contact's description. "Where?"

Poe bites at your neck and you let out an embarrassing little noise of pleasure. He's hitting all your sensitive spots and it's driving you mad. "Table at our two o'clock."

You look over and sure enough there is a man in a long emerald green robe. "Great let's go talk to him."

"Not so fast." Poe murmurs, fingers flexing on your stomach. "We have a game to play."

"No we don't. We have no money." You seethe and he hums against your back. "Seriously what are you-"

Poe lays a bundle of tokens on the table and your eyes go wide. "Don't lose." He presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls away.

"Don't- how the fuck am I supposed to-" You look back and he's crossing the game room to get to the table where the contact is. You look back at your own game and white knuckle the edge of the table. You don't even know how to play roulette.

"Madame? Your bet?" The dealer calls, looking at you.

"I- thirteen?"

"The color Madame?"

"Black."

"Very well."

You watch as the wheel spins and the little ball bounces around inside. It's insufferable. You can't watch. You know it's going to cause you to lose this stack of tokens Poe just slapped down out of nowhere. Why does he have so much money? You look up and find him standing near the contact. He doesn't appear to be talking, just observing.

"Winner!"

Your eyes snap back to the table and the dealer is pushing a large amount of tokens toward you. "What..."

"Thirteen black, straight bet. You've taken the majority of the pot Madame. Shall I put you down for another round or cash you out?"

"Cash out."

The dealer stacks your tokens into a carrier and pushes the small box toward you. "Best of times madame."

You gather the box and make a beeline for Poe. The moment you're in range you lay a hand on his back and he turns, scooping you against him and pressing his lips to your cheek. "I-...Okay?"

"The contact is a spy from the First Order," Poe whispers, kissing along your jaw and your mind goes fuzzy. "This is a trap. We need to stay low, contact Leia and find out more information."

"H-how do you know?" You stammer, brain split between wanting to focus on the mission and getting Poe alone in a bedroom.

"He's wearing a ring that only First Order commanders have. I've seen it before."

You slide your hand down his back and rest it on his ass. It takes everything in you not to squeeze. "We should talk elsewhere. Like you said, we need to get ahold of Leia."

"Did you lose my money at the table?"

"No, and on that subject, where the fuck did you get that much in tokens? Since when do you just have an extra twenty thousand laying around?"

"Don't worry about it. What did you win?"

"I don't know?" You move away and hold up the carrier full of tokens. "The dealer just gave me this."

Poe takes it and his eyes go wide. "Holy sh- this is way more than I laid down. Okay first things first we cash this out and get a room. Then we call Leia."

"Sounds good."

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The room is huge, a suite for a small family. Seriously you could house at least four people in there comfortably it is so large. You take a seat on the end of the giant gold and black bed in the center of the room and Poe starts rolling up his sleeves. It's way hotter than it should be and your brain wanders. It'd feel so good to have him pin you down, kiss you until you can't think straight anymore. His tongue is probably so skilled and-

"Hey, hello, you alive?" Poe says, touching your shoulder. "Did you bring the communicator?"

"Yeah, yeah it's in my purse."

Poe looks around and spots the small purse you had been carrying. "This could have been very bad."

"Do you think he would have tried to kill us?"

"No. I think he would have given us the coordinates and lead us into a death trap." Poe dials out the command center code. "I knew this abandoned ship was too good to be true."

You flop back and stare at the ceiling while Poe talks to Leia. It's painted gold with black stars imprinted throughout. It's interesting, ritzy and obnoxious, but still pretty. You smile to yourself. You've never been in a place this nice. Never in a million years did you think you would find yourself in Canto Bight. Heat rises in your stomach as you reflect on the last hour or so with Poe. He was so willing to touch you, to make you squirm under his attentions. Does he feel some type of way for real? Is he playing the part? You know one thing, you are never going to recover from this. You're going to have dreams for months.

"You know your dress is leaving little to the imagination."

You snap out of your thoughts and sit up, staring at Poe who's standing at the end of the bed looking down at you. Galaxies it's so sexy, his eyes are trained on you and you can't look away. Your dress is hiked up to your thighs, so laying down he could probably see your underwear. "Maybe you should look elsewhere."

"Maybe I don't wanna." He smirks and your blood pressure skyrockets. He reaches out and flips the bit of fabric laying on your leg and exposes a bit more skin.

"Poe!"

His big hand covers the top of your thigh and he gives a little squeeze. "Tell me to stop."

"Poe...what're you doing?"

His other hand finds your opposite thigh and he slides them up under the dress. He's just touching your legs and you're getting riled up. He presses his face into your neck and you let out the most feeble whine of pleasure. "If you don't want this for real, tell me now."

"We shouldn-"

He gives a little bite and you fall backwards, body no longer able to handle it. "Yes or no sweetheart, I need to know if you want this?"

"Yes. I want you." You bite your lip and it's all over. Poe climbs over you, holding your wrists just like you imagined. His lips find yours, kissing you hungrily while you squirm beneath him, aching to touch him in return. You know it's going to be a long night and that's just fine.

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Sometime in the middle of the night you wake up, eyes opening to the darkened room. For a moment you cannot sort out where you are. The bed feels unfamiliar, the air smells different, nothing is right. Then it hits you. Canto Bight. Poe. You roll over and sure enough there he is beside you, arm over his face.

Last night comes back to you. Oh man. That's why you're sore and naked. You turn back over and Poe shifts on his side. An arm wraps around your chest, pulling you flush against him under the blankets.

"Go back to sleep sweetheart."

"You're awake too."

His hand slides up your chest and settles against your throat. You shiver, remembering last night. A wave of heat courses down your body and settles between your legs. He must know this because he chuckles softly. "Quiet now aren't you?"

"Shut up."

"That's not what you told me last night." He kisses along your shoulder and rubs his thumb back and forth across your throat, applying gentle pressure. "I believe the words were, harder please."

"Poe we just woke up. Do you really need to do this now?" You groan and he slides his hand away, settling it on your chest instead.

He nuzzles against your hair and places another kiss to the back of your neck. "I don't want it to end."

"What?"

"Us, this."

You turn over and face him, nearly nose to nose. You can feel his breath and you stare at each other for a long moment. "You want this?"

He nods. "Please?"

"Okay, I'm down for exploring this." You smile and he leans in to kiss you gently. "I guess I wasn't so far off when I said I was your wife."

Poe cards a hand through your hair. "Easy now, we could make that a possibility. There's a dozen union halls here."

"We're not getting married!" You laugh and he does so in turn. "Fuck a guy once and he wants to make you his wife. Damn, how long has it been Poe?"

"Shut up!"

"No seriously, how long?"

"A while."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Sure. It's your fault."

You narrow your eyes and he's grinning. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, it's your fault I haven't gotten laid." He flips your nose with his finger and you swat him away. "I'm spelling it out here."

"No you're not? How is it my fault exactly?"

"Because I'm...inlovewithyou." He mutters the last bit, and stares diligently at your pillow.

You touch his cheek and turn his head up to look at you. "Run that by me again?"

"You heard it."

"I heard the impossible. So I know I heard wrong."

"Fuck you, impossible."

"Then say it again!

"I love you!" He takes in a shaky breath. "You're the only woman I've ever met that goes toe to toe with me and gets under my skin to the point I just want to rip your head off but also fuck you so hard you're begging for it. I look forward to seeing you every morning, I look forward to talking to you every day. When you go on missions I can't eat or sleep because I'm so damn worried you won't come back. Fuck, you're everything and I-I must look like an idiot."

"Poe."

"Don't say it. I know it's fine. You don't feel the same and-"

You lean forward and kiss him to make him shut up. He catches on immediately and cradles your face as he returns the kiss. "First things first Dameron..."

"Yeah?" He mutters, eyes closed as he chases your lips as you speak.

"Don't ever tell me how I feel."

He grins and opens his eyes, staring back at you with burning fire. It's passion, challenge, interest. So many emotions you can't settle on one. "Can I tell you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes?" He slides his hand down to your throat, not squeezing, just touching. "You seemed to like me telling you what to do last night."

You bite his lip and he groans. "Maybe sometimes."

"I'll take sometimes." He pulls you against him, tucking your head under his chin. "Can I take you to breakfast?"

"Like a date?"

"Yes."

"Sure, but you gotta tell me where you got those tokens last night."

He chuckles. "They're fake."

"Fake?! You gave me fake tokens?!"

"I told you not to lose didn't I?"

"You son of a bitch."

"No my mother was a kind woman, thank you."

"I hate you."

He kisses your head and holds his lips to your hair. "No you don't."

You grip his back, pressing your face into his chest. "I don't. Not even a little."

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Three days after you and Poe return to base things don't seem to have changed. Poe doesn't seem to hint at wanting to be together, he doesn't say anything about what happened between you two on Canto Bight. It's weird. You had such a good night and a lovely breakfast. As far as hook ups and first dates go, they were some of the best you've ever had. You thought things were going well, that you were going to be a couple when you got back to base, but that isn't happening and you don't know why. It's a little annoying and you wonder if Poe is embarrassed to be with you. Or maybe he doesn't want people to know because he wants to keep his options open. You feel played and it is not sitting well.

"Bout time you got back." You say as Poe walks up to the supply cart you're stocking in the hangar. He has been out on a mission with the black x-wing team. Some sort of attack on some stormtroopers invading a resistance friendly settlement.

"Miss me?"

"Yeah, sure." You roll your eyes.

Poe grabs the handles on the cart and leans forward as he speaks. "Is there a problem?"

"I don't know, is there?"

"Don't start with me."

You slam down a pack of fuses and lift your eyes to meet his. "Don't start with you? Oh no problem, you already didn't start it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh fuck you."

Poe raises his eyebrows. "Fuck me? I'm not doing anything. You're coming at me for who knows what. Tell me what I did!"

"Nothing! You've done nothing Poe! Since we got home you've barely looked at me twice. We spent an incredible night in Canto Bight and for what? For what Poe?!"

"That's what you're mad about?!"

"Yeah! I feel like I've been played!" You laugh angrily, stepping away from the cart and walking around a pile of scrap parts in boxes. "Is Poe Dameron too good to admit he fell in love?!"

"Fuck all, you don't need to shout that across the base!"

You narrow your eyes at him. "You want me to shout? Oh I'll shout." You turn your back to him and face the open expanse of the hangar. "I'm in love with Poe Dameron and he is in love with me! We fucked on Canto Bight and it was amazing!"

A few pilots and crew nearby make noises of encouragement.

Poe grabs your shoulder and turns you around a little rougher than you expect. He backs you against the wall and your heart goes absolutely wild. "You want something to scream about? I'll give you a reason to scream my name."

"Put your money where your mouth is Dameron."

He leans in close, caging you in with his hands on the wall beside your head. "Call me by my last name again and I'll make sure you scream it too."

You stare at him in heavy silence for a moment. The tension is teetering on thin ice. "Tell me you love me. Say it again."

"I love you." He presses his forehead against yours. "I love you until the stars burn out."

"Then why have you been putting me off for the last three days?"

"I've been working through some personal shit."

You swallow thickly. You feel like an asshole now. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't know." He drops his hands from the wall and holds your face. "I promise I'll tell you everything one day, just bare with me."

You grab his wrists and rub your thumb over the back of his hands. "Are you okay? Like...y'know?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure?"

Poe nods. "It's just my PTSD and some other stuff. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Do you really love me like you just shouted to the base?"

You smile and he bumps your noses together. "Yeah Poe. I love you."

He leans in and kisses you, smiling into it as he does so. "You're really hot when you're angry."

"You are too." You grin back as you slide your hands over his butt. "Maybe we should work on communication."

"Mmm. Then let me tell you how much I want to get you alone right now."

"What's stopping you?"

"Nothing." He grunts as he slides his hands under your legs and lifts you up. "I'm taking you straight to the commander's quarters for punishment."

You grip his back tightly as he walks you out of the hangar. "What's my offense?"

"Verbally attacking a commander and stealing his heart."

"You're cheesy."

"You love it." He purrs, placing his lips against your throat. "You love me."

"Yes, yes I do."

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🐚Smooth Criminal //Yandere! Gangster! Floyd Leech X Reader//🐚

My first Gangster AU! This is most likely going to end up being a series for each of the different boys! SO please tell me what you thought!

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So, Annie are you ok, are you ok Annie?

the bar bristled with the loud shouts of its patrons. Each table housing at least a dozen members from the same group, all glaring at those from rival gangs. Guns sat, leaned against their master's legs, like school backs at a highschool cafeteria. maybe it was the dim, cheap lights, or the distracted rivalry stares. But by some freak miracle, no one noticed you enter the Jackson. This wasn't a place for a dame such as yourself, a pretty girl who lacked status, a weapon, and even a comrade to have their back. Just a doll-like face and a very obvious briefcase.

Even you were conscious of the fact that you stuck out like a rose in the middle of a field filled with weeds. At any moment one of these goons could turn around and grab you, slam your head on one of the wooden tables till your brains spilled out than claim the loot for themselves, no consciences faced.

Naturally, you wouldn't be here had it not been for your dear uncle Crowley, who had very recently gambled away the equivalent of a small fortune in the underground casino of the infamous Mostro Lounge. Well technically the cousin was only partly owned by the Octavinelle gang, most of the games and funds went to their brother gang of Ignihyde. But for some reason it had been one of the Octavinelle members to come after your uncle, breaking down the door to his house and threatening him with punches and verbal insults. Your "poor" uncle had promised to get him the money, it took about two loans on his house, a few hundred borrowed from his close friends and a lot of support from your own father until he was able to gather the needed amount. But that had left one tiny problem, your sweet uncle had been so shaken up from his last encounter that he had all but begged his only niece to deliver the money for him.

"It's very simple, sweetheart, you just go to the Jackson and give this briefcase to the man with teal hair and anisocoria eyes. I would never make you do something difficult dear, I'm too kind"

Yeah right "too kind"  was an exaggeration, heck nice wasn't any better. Your uncle was a useless old fool. Then again where you any better? You'd just marched into the most mobster ridden bar in all of this godforsaken city. With nothing more than a white circular dress and a briefcase with your uncle's initials engraved in it. You took a shaky breath before scanning the room, trying to find the man your uncle had described. Teal hair and anisocoria eyes, wearing the signature black and purple of the  Octavinelle gang.

A glance around confirmed that there where members from each of the Twisted Seven here. The twisted seven where the infamous gangs of New NightRaven City. Each gang was started sometime before even their current leaders where born. The original leaders had gone down as the pioneers of turning New NightRaven City into a gangsters paradise. Somehow the leadership roles had trickled down to the current seven, mostly through heritage. The history of the Twisted Seven was thought in schools all over the city more vigorously than actual world history. Up to this day, you weren't quite sure how or why the first world war had started but you could name every leader for each group in chronological order.

In the far back of the bustling room, you noticed an abnormality. One guy was sitting by himself at a four-person booth. A half-empty coke rocks glaring back at him. Your eyes widened, that was him! It had to be! Turquoise locks peaked out from under his black hat. For a split second his head turned, his eyes looking about unseeingly. That's when you noticed his eyes. One was vibrant gold, while the other borders on an olive-like green, both orbs, however, seemed to shine with a sort of mischievous glow.

Swallowing down a sense of foreboding deep in your soul, you gradually strolled over to the man. He didn't seem to notice you until you had rearranged into the seat before him. When his eyes met yours, his lips maneuvered into an open-mouth grin showing heaps of razor-sharp teeth. "OoO~ Who might you be little shrimp-chan?" His voice didn't seem able to hold a steady tone, vocals switching between high and low better every word, making the man appear all the more deranged. You sucked in a nervous breath. Under the table you squeezed your knees together, focusing on how the kneecaps pressured each other.

"Um..I'm (y/n), my uncle owed the Octavinelle some money and..."

"Oh so your here to pay off his debt?" He leaned in closer, tongue flickering out to run across his lips. His mismatched eyes scanned you up and down, lingering just a little too long on your chest. Quickly you made slung your arm over your over breasts, trying to muster up a glare to shoot at the audacious male. 

"N-not like that" You pulled up the briefcase, pummeling it down on the table with a noisy "thud".  "He has the money, he owned you. All ten thousand dollars." 

Around the two of you, people became to stare, all pulling out their cells, no undoubtedly to inform their superiors about the transaction going down in plain view. The gangster in front of you, slowly trailed his gaze around the room, shooting challenged to meet his eyes. "Are you sure you aren't the payment? You're pretty, could round up a bunch of customers for the Lounge~ Oh maybe we could even loan you out to customers that way it would only take seven months to repay your uncle's debt--"

It was pure impulse on your part, rage had taken over your body. Your hand moved on its own, stretching out for the halve empty coke glass, carrying your body with itself. Your fingers wrapped sufficiently tight around the cup. Tugging it towards yourself, before tilting it and spilling its liquid contents in the face of the man in front of you. It took a moment for the events to fully process in either of your heads. Angry breaths left your mouth before you stood up and marched over to the door. Shouting one last cruse at the mobster before slamming the door behind you.

Back at the booth, Floyd had finally realized what had happened. His shoulders began to vibrate uncontrollably. A sadistic bloodthirsty laugh falling from his lips. His eyes lifted to where you had been moments priory a sort of childlike greed shining inside his orbs. "Shrimp-chan~" he cooed to the empty space.

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Sam pulled the yellow tape over his head, contracting his back so he could duke under it. In front of the building, he noticed a man with a red trench coat surrounded by five other police officers. The man must have been in his late 40's maybe even mid 50's. Sam let out a haughty breathy laugh. This was his new partner? The younger man jogged up to the small group. "Detective Trein I presume?" Sam was met by a harsh glare from the older man. "you're the rookie?" disapproval clear in every word. Ouch.

"You bet I am sir," Sam made a gesture akin to tilting a top hat as he bowed slightly. "Sam, reporting for duty". "What no last name?" "No Sir, just my mother given name, a nice one too I might add." Sam kept his eyes lowered but he could practically feel the way his new partner rolled his grey eyes. "Fine than Sam, follow me I trust you shouldn't find this case too hard. It's a simple kidnapping case. Nothing too elaborate for your young mind." Man, this guy really was a prick.

For as far as Sam could see this really was just an everyday kidnapping. All signs pointed towards just that. "If you would direct your attention to the window." Sam jumped from his thoughts. He quickly jogged up to where Trein was standing by a broken window. "The invader came in from here, most likely he climbed up the fire escape. Where guessing he had a knife on him or some other sharp object." Sam smiled, how had the old man gotten all that from an open window?

The second you left the bar, you had run all the way back to your apartment. The second you had gotten home you locked the doors and made a quick call to your uncle. As usual, he was "busy" doing whatever it was he did. Leaving a fast paced voicemail explaining that you had given the mobster his money and that you were home now. Leaving out the section you had caused. It was over finally the whole nightmare was over. your eyes darted to the old clock on your wall 9:15 pm late enough for dinner. Making your way to the kitchen, you forgot to notice that you had in fact left the window closest to the fire escape wide open. 

"Bang!"

The noise reverberated across the cramped apartment. Causing you to jump out of your thoughts. Anxiously you snatched a kitchen blade as you gradually strolled again into the front room. Your brain continued replaying the occasions of that night. It must be the Octavinelle, they had sought you out! All things considered, you had embarrassed one of their members. When you finally made it to the living room, you were both surprised and relieved. There weren't a hundred armed goons flooding your apartment with guns ready to shoot you on sight. Instead, it had been the man from earlier, casually standing by the window, whistling some tune that was eerie familiar. 

It took a moment before the man noticed you. His whistling stopped and was instead replaced with a shark-like smile. "HI~ little shrimp! I forgot to introduce myself earlier~ Name's Floyd what's yours darling?" Nervously you stepped back, knife clenched tightly to your chest. 

"G-Get away from me!"

"How do you know the man was armed? Heck, how do you know he was a guy?" Sam asked. Trein let out an annoyed huff. "Seriously do you know nothing? Well, I guess you are rather new to this." The grey-haired man turned to his younger partner. Sam swear for a moment he caught a glimpse of what may have been considered a "father instinct" although never having had a father, he could have been completely wrong. "When you've been in this profession as long as I have, you pick up on. There are small differences that become obvious once you've cracked your first ten cases. Notice the blood on the carpet, and realize how 40 mm away there is a smaller bloodstain, only this one has been pressured into the carpet, due to its crescent-like scape we can confidently deduce that it was made by a heel. And look closely at the carpet starts, look at how they seem to be red from the roots and middle, not just the tips. All that point to our invader having stepped in the first blood pool than having made the second engraving with the heel of his shoe as he chased the victim." Sam's eyes widen, maybe the old man wasn't just a jerk, after all, maybe he knew a thing or two.

"Is that any way to treat a guest little shrimp?~" His eyes locked with yours, freezing you in your spot like a dear in headlights. Noticing your dumbfounded form he ran forward prying the knife from your weak grip. A scream filled the air, it took you a second to realize it had come from you. When your eyes went back to your offenders face you could see how his lips were pointed downwards a deathly glare coating his eyes. 

The next moment his fingers made contact with your cheek, you swore you could hear a crescendo, your body felt heavy your head started spinning, for some reason the ground was getting closer and closer until you felt your body crash into the carpet. Your left cheek stung, as well as feeling like it was on fire. as you laid on the floor you watched as something red slipped onto the carpet. Something thick and red. "Oh, shrimpy you look so pretty when you bleed." 

Trein made his way to the kitchen, flicking a switch the moment he passed the threshold. A single light overhead flickered to life. "Kinda cramped for a kitchen ain't it?" Sam asked as he peeked over Trein shoulder. The older man ignored his partner's comment, wordlessly he pointed to the table in at the far left-hand side. Sam's red eyes followed the man's finger, Dead center there was a large kitchen knife ended in the old-looking wooden table. "Usually women are more calculating when they performed a kidnapping. Men are the ones that go ramped like wild beasts." Sam nodded his head absentmindedly. The young investigator made a mental note to never be as obvious if he ever did decide to kidnap someone.

"Oh~ that's so pretty." You had only known "Floyd" for a little over an hour, that including your rather unpleasant meaning back at the Jackson. But already you could tell just how short the man's attention span was. Slowly you shimmed your body from the ground, the mobster didn't seem to have noticed. The second your legs passed the kitchen's threshold you flicked the light, engulfing the tiny cooking space in total darkness. You made a swift sprint for the table, crunching under it. Your breath refused to leave your mouth, heart pounded with such force you were certain it would break the bones of your rib cage. In the distance, his loud footsteps could be heard. Closer and closer and closer. You didn't dare open your eyes, but you kept your ears open, trying to pick up any lose noises he might make.

1 heartbeat 

2 heartbeats

3 heartbeats

Nothing. There was no more noise to be heard, slowly your eyes cracked open, a tiny fragile breath escaped your mouth, right before a sharp noise echoed above head. Floyd's twisted head came into view that damned smirk still on his lips. Another scream, this time you knew it was coming from you. The teal haired man reached to grab the collar of your shirt, pulling you forward. You kicked and thrashed about as the gangster such laughter. Really how sick was this man? Finally, with one last kick, you freed yourself, Floyd fell backward clutching his stomach mutter some profanity you'd never heard before. Quickly you made a dash for your room. Locking the door behind you.

"And this is the last destination of our tour," Trein said as he made a sweeping gesture with his hand. Sam was almost certain he heard a hint of humor in the old man's tone. "What happened here?" The rookie asked. "Why Sam! I thought you where a detective, can't you deduce this simple problem?" Definitely humor. Sam quickly scanned the room. 'Um, he dragged her into the room, locking the door behind them. Then broke the window preparing to escape. But then a third party broke the door down, trying to save the girl. Before the third party could intervene it's likely that the man pulled her through the window and killed her behind some ally." Trein only nodded, following along with the boy's story. "Well Sam you sure have an active imagination, but it's most likely that this is what happened..."

You could hear the pounding on your door, slowly you backed away heading for your nightstand, aimlessly you tried to locate your phone. Until you remembered that you had left it on the couch. "Dang it" Your eyes scanned the room nervously trying to find something helpful, anything!

BANG

pieces of wood flew around the room, you brought your hands up to shield your face, only to have them pulled downwards. Your eyes looked upwards, instantly locking with Floyd's "Found you~" he sang. In the midst of the chaos, Floyd smashed his lips yo yours, they were unpleasant, chapped, and salty. You tried pushing him away but to no avail.   Gradually he broke the kiss, pushing his forehead to yours. Before slinging you over his shoulder and ramming full force into the window in your room. Crashing the glass and escaping into the night with you. It was at that moment that you knew that this was your doom!

"That's the more likely explanation for what happened," Trein explained as he made is way back to the front door. "Well even if it isn't it's more then convincing for a field report and a good enough explanation to give the press". A confused look twisted over Sam's face "How do you know he didn't kill her?" The black-haired boy asked. Trein just laughed and waved a wrinkled hand dismissively. "Call it a hunch" He yelled behind his shoulder.

And what a hunch! Just as the old detective predicted you were very much alive. Just now awaking and opening your (e/c) eyes to gaze into the mismatched ones of Floyd Leech's.

You’ve been hit by a smooth criminal

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[squidlyskeet]

Hi! I love Joyride, even though I know the bare minimum about cars lol! Anyways I was wondering if you have like any specific kind of cars you imagined for everyone :)) sorry if you put it in the story what they drove and stuff, but I have a hard time concentrating sometimes 😔

Here’s a list of Cars our babies drive, with some fun facts and a surprise at the end😊💕

Some terms you might need to know!

A Completely stock car means how it’s built in the factory, and is then mass produced.

Aftermarket parts means parts put on the car to make it go faster after it’s purchased completely stock.

Bakugou Katsuki:

Bakugou drives a Nissan GTR35 Skyline.

He loves this car bc his mom drove an older model of it when she was the squad leader of the west side riders.

Everyone in the shop gets pissed bc he has those LED headlights that make you want to drive yourself into a tree, even when they are set to low.

This car goes 0-60 in 2.5 seconds, and can achieve a top speed of 205mph completely stock.

Bakugou’s modified version has a top speed of around 251mph.

Kirishima Ejirou:

Kiri drives a red Toyota Supra MK4.

Everyone makes fun of Kiri bc the car is very small and he is a v v large man.

He likes the car bc he thinks his crush will like when he finally gets the nerve up to go talk to her 🥺🥺

Don’t let him lie to you, Kiri 100% lifted this car.

The Toyota Supra goes 0-60 in 4.9 seconds, and has a top speed of 180mph.

After Kiri’s mods, it’s top speed is somewhere around 236mph.

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Shinsou drives a Subaru WRX STI hatchback.

He picked this car because it’s inconspicuous, but then turned around and made it the flashiest car on the team.

It has yellow under glow bc Kaminari is his navigator, and he wanted him to feel included even if he couldn’t race anymore.

Shinsou’s car sits lowest to the ground on the squad, yes they measured, and yes he is proud of it.

The WRX hasn’t been measured for 0-60, but it’s top speed is 174mph completely stock.

Shinsou has measured the cars 0-60 and after mods rivals Bakugou’s at 2.8 seconds.

Sero Hanta:

Sero drives a Mazda RX7.

Sero normally has a revolving door of navigators in and out of his car, so he always keeps sanitizer on deck.

He also lifted this car when he spotted it at a casino.

The tires rub on the wheel wells so bad he’s had to change them three times.

The RX7’s 0-60 is about 5.9 seconds and has a top speed of 160mph completely stock.

After Sero’s mods it’s top speed is about 249mph.

Todoroki Shoto:

Todoroki drives a Toyota GT86

He built this car from the ground up and he is actually proud of it.

Yes he has a Samurai sword hilt for a shifter, and a Nezuko-Chan air freshener hanging from his review mirror.

There’s a sticker on the back of his car that reads “You’re not my dad.”

The gt86 can go 0-60 in 4.8 seconds and has a top speed of 140 mph.

After Todoroki’s mods, it can reach a speed of 260mph.

Making it 9 mph faster than Bakugou’s GTR ope

Midoriya Izuku:

Izuku drives a green Scion FRS.

He is very much the dad of the group, but is also the best at lifting cars and grand theft auto.

He keeps plushies and a blanket in his car for Ochako just in cause she might wanna nap when they are on missions.

The Scion FR-S has a top speed of 136mph completely stock.

After Izuku’s mods, can reach up to 236mph.

Mina Ashido:

Mina drives a pink Subaru Impreza WRX STI 330S.

She was skeptical to get this car at first, because stock Impreza’s look lame. But after a shit ton of research, she was convinced.

Her and Jirou have had an ongoing on and off fling, but they seem to work it out well with one screaming match and a race.

Jirou’s name and mina’s entire passenger seat is purple, and Jirou insists bc she said pink hurts her eyes.

The Impreza’s top speed in this model is 155mph completely stock.

After mina’s mods, it can reach 264mph.

Making it the fastest car on the squad.

Bonus:

Togata Mirio:

PLATONIC UNCLE MIRIO DRIVES AN AUDI R8 YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND.

Picture this as yellow.

Nobody like to ride with Mirio bc of his sporadic steering, everyone but you ig 😂

Noel’s seat has a built in butt warmer.

The Audi R8 has a top speed of 198.8 mph completely stock.

Making it the fastest car in the whole fic, only the best for uncle Mirio.

I hope this helped a little🥰💕

-Squidlyskeet ✌🏻

#my hero academia #mha #this took a lot longer than i thought it would #uhgggg #bnha au #bnha fluff #bakugou x fem!reader #joyride #cars #jdm #tokyo drift #love that for her

[tpwksammy]

Niall Horan one shot

It's been a month since I've seen anyone. A whole month has passed since the boys have left for a new mission. I miss them more than explainable but my body misses them more. The way its always pulsated so hard I have to clench my thighs around everyone.

It's been a month of no sex and attention and im running mad. There's only so much you can do for yourself until it just doesn't feel the same.

I miss their voices whispering dirty things in my ear and the heaving breaths of their deep moans.

Laying on my bed looking at the ceiling my chest begins to heave up and down. Closing my eyes all I can think about is Niall. The way he would play poker and press his hands to my skin when no one was watching. When I would slip away to go to the washroom and he would pick the lock to pin me against the wall fucking me senseless.

"Oh god." I clench my thighs together as my centre pounds against me.

I can't do this anymore. I can't do this by myself. I'm going insane. Pressing my hands to my thighs squeezing my skin for dear life I think about his tongue and all the profanities he would spell on my clit.

How he would watch me in the shadows following my every move so hung up on me. Arching my back whimpering I bring my hand up to rest over my chest palming my braless area. Shifting my thighs over each other I create a friction that is no help at all.

A month since I've felt a dick inside of me pounding until I saw the stars. I missed him and the way he knew my body inside out. His length hit places I didn't even know could reach.

His body hunched over mine speaking awful things to me as my climax built. When we were playing around with each other and he fucked me twenty times pulling out each time before I met my high. It was pure torture but when he finally let me cum I was brought into another dimension. I couldn't breathe or move as my orgasm ripped right through me.

Shifting my hips up on the bed I look around my darkroom that used to be filled with so much heat and lust.

"Fuck I can't do this anymore." I cry out weakly into the pitch-black room. Palming my breasts under my shirt I reach over the bed crawling to the dresser. Wrapping my hands around my phone I breathe so heavy it fogs up the screen.

Hitting my password in my phone the screen shines brightly and I press the call button as I clench my thighs so tight I swear it's only turning me on more.

Clicking his name I press the phone to my ear and squeeze my eyes as it rings. "Please pick up," I whine and suddenly the ringing stops and a deep voice calls over the loud voices of a party.

"Sugar you alright-"

"Niall." I moan into the phone interrupting his happy tone. Panting I sense his back straighten.

"Violet what are you doing?" He calls deeply and I sense the hunger in his voice. I know it's been long for him too. He only knows my body and can't stand the way he feels with other girls. He texts me all the time while he's getting off.

Whether he's in the shower with the water blasting down or in the back room at the Casino until his hard breaths shout into the phone.

"Niall I-" I pant out hardy and whimper, pressing my thighs together. "I need you."

"Violet where are you right now?" He demands in a hard tone that has my back arching.

"Im laying in your bed trying to get myself off." Crying out through the empty house he growls through the phone before I hear him push through the crowd.

"Fuck Violet dont do anything until I tell you to." With my hands pressed right to my underwear I drag it upwards and my tights snap back in place.

"You have one minute," I beg squirming my legs together.

"Touch yourself before I tell you and Ill fuck that little cunt of yours so hard against the door you'll be begging for me to stop."

"Fuck." I curse grabbing the pillow I'm laying on and pressing in between my legs for more pressure. Grinding my hips against the soft material I slap my hand against my mouth screaming from the pressure against my centre.

"Jesus christ Violet." A chant of grunts leaves his lips until I hear a car door slam shut. Listening to his firm body hit the leather seats of his car another grunt passes as he undoes his heavy belt buckle that clicks aggressively.

"Hey Sugar?" Niall's chest heaves as I choke down my cries. "What are you wearing?"

Squeezing the top of the pillow I swallow down moans, "Just my tights and one of your shirts."

He hums into the phone seductively. "Wish I could see that perfect little ass for myself but you're just going to have to moan louder for me. Take off your clothes."

"Okay." I pant at his weakness. Taking the phone from my ear I turn it on speaker and place it beside my body.

Peeling the pillow away from my body might have been the hardest thing I've ever done. The pounding comes right back to my centre and I let out a whine.

"Sugar if you start crying like that I'm going to have to punish you when I get home. Clothes off. now." demanding I press my hands to my tights and peel it quickly off my body. The coldness of the room sticks to my skin in relief and I swallow down my moans. Taking off his shirt my bare chest is exposed to the room and my large breasts spill out into my warm hands.

Keeping my wet underwear on I crawl back down to the bed laying down. "What about you, what do you have on?"

"My dicks out right in my hand baby. All the naughty little things you do to me has me so hard for you."

Arching my back he continues breathlessly. "What colour panties you have on naughty girl."

"R-red. Just like the time you fucked me with your fingers under the casino table." I barely can get the words out.

"Fuck." Through the phone, his breaths go staggered and a loud moan cuts his words when he starts pumping himself. "Take them off for me and tell me just how wet you are."

Pressing my hands to my red lace underwear I slide it down my body and kick it to the floor. Dragging my hands up the inside of my thigh I press it to my slick folds. Drawing upwards my pool of wetness coats my fingers. Pressing my finger to my clit my hips shift upwards in shock from the cry it's been giving me.

"Oh Niall wish you were here I need you to fuck me so bad I can't take it anymore." Rubbing my clit in circles, my naked body grows in an intense fire.

"Are you touching yourself?" his voice goes delicate and I sense the crookedness of his face as he pumps his shaft.

"Y-yes."

"Just like I showed you?"

Pressing my fingers hard to my clit in a circle my wetness coats my fingers as a slick lube increasing my speed.

"Violet, you need to use your words, are you doing it as I showed you?"

"Yes, baby. In circles like you said. Wish it was you though I can't take this anymore." Whining into the phone I shift my hips into my hands.

"Fuck Violet dont say things like that when im halfway across the country. Give me a week and Ill come back and fuck you like the little whore you are."

Rubbing my clit side to side my hips buckle down to the bed and dig into the soft sheet. "Touch your chest. Squeeze them hard just like I always do."

Slapping my hand to my chest my other works against my nerves as I massage my breast deeply. Flicking my nipple electricity runs through my veins and punches me right in my lower stomach.

"This is going to be quick Niall I'm almost there."

Both of our loud moans fill each other's senses which only makes my hands work faster. "No," he grunts. "Whores like you don't get to finish early, you cum when I tell you to."

Sliding my hand down to my core I squeeze my leg bunching my hips. With my hips in the air my finger moves at an increasing pace. Rubbing my clit fast, the cold air hits my body as I moan.

Grinding my centre into my hands I throw my body back down to the bed.

"Be a good girl and push two fingers in for me."

Niall moans hardly into the phone as his precum lubes his length causing pressuring slick sounds to fill the phone.

"Okay baby." Sliding my hands down my folds I tease my centre which shoots a riveting pain through my body. Sliding my two fingers in I slowly feel myself clenching and expanding for them feeling my walls shut around me.

"Oh ah- fuck feels so good." Sliding deeper until my knuckles hit I need more but this will have to do. Beginning to pump the sounds of my wetness pool around my fingers. With each thrust, my stomach grows and I'm beginning to work up to my release.

"Good girl. Always so good for me. Now with your other hand press it to your clit and don't stop."

My other hand slides up my thighs until met with my hip bone. Sliding over my bare skin goosebumps trickle down until I'm met with my nerves. Pressing deep I scream an ache through the room that causes my hips to bunch.

Rubbing my clit side to side quickly in need, my thrusting fingers shoot electricity through my body and I moan loudly from the help of the empty house now that they're all gone.

"I know that moan dont cum, not yet." I can hear him fuck his hand more demanding and my hips continue to bunch down thrusting into myself.

"No no I need more," I beg, shutting my eyes.

"Add another finger. Feel yourself just like my cock does. That pretty little cunt needs it bad doesn't it?"

"Really really bad." sliding in a third finger my walls clench hard around me deepening the pressure on my centre. Thrusting my hands at a vicious pace as well on my clit my body tightens signalling it can't hold on any longer when I hit my g spot.

"Niall I cant, fuck I need to cum." Moaning loudly my body arches and my head tilt to the ceiling in a scream.

"Beg for it you little slut. Tell me just how much you need it."' he mumbles tightly and I move my hips with my fingers.

"Please. Please, please let me cum, Niall. You're the only person that could ever get me over the edge like this please I'll do anything." Crying into the phone my legs start to shake causing the pressure on my centre to double.

"Fuck Violet you dont know what that just did to me ah-" he moans harshly pumping his shaft ruthlessly. In the next twenty seconds, I listen to his hard moans and thrusting hand fucking himself until the breathlessness of his chest rasps out a cry.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck. Violet baby?"

My body squirms on the sheets making a complete mess as my legs lift. I open them widely, earning a new angle that I explore with a cry. My knees press to my chest as my fingers work over my nerves and centre. My walls completely clench around my fingers and my hand begins to pound right and left on my clit.

"Yeah im right here- fuck." My legs lift higher so I can completely thrust my body into myself.

"Cum for me baby let it go."

Those words take me over the edge and my orgasm shoots through my body covering my hands. Removing my fingers from my centre I work against my nerves ruthlessly riding me out. "Oh Niall" my body arches off the bed. Sitting up in reflex my fingers press into my clit.

"Oh, ah."

"Oh, Violet fuck fuck fuck fuck." He groans.

"god- ah." grunting deeply his moans only press my body deeper as I coat his sheets. My eyes go fuzzy and I shut them, continuing to ride my sensitive core.

"Niall!" I scream at the top of my lungs and my breaths come out at a zero rhythm. Removing my hands I press them to the sheets gripping on for dear life.

"Fuck Suar." with one last grunt from his voice I hear him fall against the seat of his car breathing hard.

When the world comes down I fall onto my back surrounded by the warmth of his bed that never fails to smell like him. Panting out hard breaths trying to present myself back into reality my body unravels. Pressing my hands to my chest I feel my rapid heartbeat.

"You alright over there?" Niall rasps onto the phone and I whimper from his deep voice that I miss so much.

"Just give me a minute."

Niall chuckles over the phone and I smile drunkenly.

"Oh god, I miss you. Wish I could see that perfect naked body of yours cum all over my fingers soaking me."

Suddenly my body tightens once again from his words and I gasp from a sudden twitch in my centre.

"Violet? You alright what was that?"

My body ravels upright again and I press my full palm against my centre cupping myself hardly trying to calm down. "Niall I don't know what happening." My centres too weak for me to pound it like that again.

A new ring on my phone shows and It's a facetime from Niall. Still cupping myself I reach over the bed and answer it. Once I spot his sweaty face on the screen he eyes me cautiously. My face is the only thing he sees but sweat and redness take over my frame. "Violet?" he coos with a wide-lipped grin.

"How much do you miss me?" gripping my centre just a little bit harder in a spasm my body shoots upwards until I'm on my knees.

"I cant Niall." I cry to him on the phone and his face drops.

"Put me on the dresser let me see you." breathing out a large exhale I lean forward setting the phone right against the lamp. Once he sees my body his face grows in ecstasy as his eyes roam all over.

"So fucking beautiful."

As I pull away I watch as his hand tightens and presses to his shaft once more.

"You  still sensitive baby?" His blonde hair sticks to his forehead and I moan from the sight. "Yes, I can't touch myself like that again tonight."

Watching his face turn up in a twitch he begins to moan again. "The pillow. Ride the pillow, pretend it's me."

Wasting no time I reach for the pillow and set it between my thighs. "Yeah just like that." he raps and I shut my eyes once I find the perfect spot. Beginning to grind my hips I press my hands to my chest squeezing both of my breasts as I moan out a loud exhale.

"I- ah." Opening my eyes slightly I watch Nialls rock solid face staring at me in determination.

"Don't stop, keep going."

my arms fall weakly off my chest and press to the top of the pillow in need to grab onto something.

"Jesus" I moan from how good this feels. My centre soaks through the fabric of the pillowcase. I'm so sensitive to the point it feels good.

With my foot pressed to the back of the pillow, I shift my legs upward and the back of the pillow presses deep into me at a new angle. Falling forward in a loud inhale my hands land on the bed on all fours.

My breaths hang down but I fold my body upwards rocking into the pillow like a race. Moving my hips with the fabric my stomach builds in the same pressure as before.

"Fuck baby I just wanna fuck you so bad. You're soaking up my sheets messy girl. Make a mess for me and scream my name alright? That perfect little cunt of yours always so pretty for me."

"Yes- oh fuck." I exhale leaning my head up to the ceiling. "Moan my name too It gets me off."

A loud grunt sounds from his lips signalling he's going faster. "Never last long with you. Wish I was that pillow fucking you from below."

I wish you were here because this pressure is not enough. "I need you to thrust into me from behind and make me limp. I need you to make me scream from how big you are. Only you can do that to me. I need you to ruin me." bunching my hips upwards my legs begin to shake and I thrust my hips on the edge of the pillow crying out.

"Trust me when I get my hands on you you'll wish you were dead. I wanna taste you. I miss waking you up in the morning." squeezing my hands on the pillow my fingernails break the fabric and with one last thrust my foot pushes the pillow into my clit and my body explodes.

"Niall!" I scream his name through my raspy throat as my hips move at the fastest pace on the pillow. "Fuck fuck fuck oh god." my orgasm rips through me and coats the pillow.

As soon as my loud moans fill his car his release shoots out of him matching with mine.

"Oh, violet!" He groans loudly and my chest heaves from his words.

Fuck me.

Looking up to the ceiling my centre pounds from what she's gone through and I fall to my side in complete exhaustion.

The room spins and I go deaf as a small buzzing rings in my ears. Curled up on the bed gripping my breasts in support Niall's chuckles break through my senses bringing me back to reality.

"I'm pretty sure hundreds of people just heard me moan beyond this door." Turning my weak stare to the phone his eyes are dilated fully watching me in lust. Reaching for the electronic I grip it tiredly bringing it to my line of vision and he frowns.

"Put me back, I wanna see our body."

"Come home then." I rasp weakly and he smirks. "We're almost done out here. Give it another two weeks. Now let me see whats mine."

Turning the camera around I push the phone to my cunt letting him the mess he's made. Trailing the camera up my body I fondle my breasts teasing my nipple.

"Fuck Sugar." Watching Nialls face on the screen he's about to touch himself when I flip the camera like nothing happened.

Growling my lips purse in a frown. "That's too long. I miss your hugs and dick."

"Is that all I am to you?" laughter fills the call and I catch my breath.

"Gonna tilt the phone for me princess? One last look. Wanna see you touching your clit." leaning his head back hoping to see from a new angle I brush my sweaty hair away from my face.

"Next time. When I see you next I'll make sure to touch every inch of me as you watch... In fact, next time I want a full view of you too." turning on my side I watch the phone with my head on my arm.

"That's cruel. I'm going to have to go back in there wondering what it was like up close. Im dying out here."

"Then come back and make me. Fuck me and dont holdback. Do whatever you want to me. Make it last all night if you want just don't ever stop." when I moan out the words his face twitches and before he can part his lips I hang up the call.

#niall niallhoran oneshot smut niallsmutt

[katehuntington]

Title: Wedding Bells Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x reader (gender neutral) Words: 1150 words Description: After solving a case in Las Vegas, Nevada, the Winchesters and you are heading off. While you are fast asleep in the back seat, they pass a chapel, and Dean can’t help but let his mind wander. Warnings: Fluff. Seriously, that’s it (I know, shocking) Author’s note: A lot of rare sightings in this story! Soft fluff, a 1K story instead of the usual 5 or 6K, and a gender neutral Reader. This one is for all the people out there who feel excluded when it comes to reader insert fanfiction. I love you, and you matter. Thank you for inspiring me, Mert! Beta’d by the lovely @winchest09. Thank you, darling!

     Flashing lights, neon signs. Big casinos luring innocents inside, even though it’s clear the house always wins. But then again, not many people in Las Vegas can be considered innocent. 

     Dean takes in the scenery as he drives his 67’ Chevrolet down The Strip, the brightly lit billboards and advertisements reflecting on the Impala, gliding over the polished black paint job like colored raindrops. Flamboyant hotels tower high on both sides of the boulevard, exclusive cars that cost more than a single family home waiting for the red light. Scarcely dressed ladies parade the cross walk like models, headlights their spotlights. One with curly blonde hair, wearing nothing more than a tied up top and a mini skirt, looks over at the Winchesters, winking at the boys.      “This town is crazy,” Sam scoffs from the passenger’s seat, watching the girls pass in front of them.      Dean huffs. “Sure is.”

     There was a time that he would have loved this place and would have begged his brother to stay a couple of days. The stripclubs, the bars, the food. Twenty something Dean would have had tons of fun gambling, drinking and partying until the early hours, to wake up in a trashed hotel room with a stranger in his bed who he can’t remember the name of.       But after being on a case involving a cursed slot machine for two days, he has had enough of the city known for second chances and lost wages. It’s not wisdom that came with age that triggered his change of heart. Neither is life experience the cause of his desire for normal and simplicity. No, the true reason is fast asleep in the back of his car.

     Dean glances over his shoulder, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth when he sees you curled up against the leather seat, using a duffel bag as a pillow and his leather jacket as a blanket. The hunt tired you out, but the older Winchester is glad you got through it without a scratch this time. The expression on your pretty face is peaceful, eyes closed and mind calm, even breaths passing your lips.

     His hand slides off the wheel and turns the volume button of the radio to the left, toning down Elvis on the local station; he wouldn’t want you to wake up because of the music. The light turns green and he steps on the gas lightly, making sure the moving car doesn’t stir you. 

     The Impala rolls up the iconic Las Vegas boulevard, heading north. They leave Ceasar’s Palace, the Bellagio fountains and the Venetian casino in the rear view mirror, the road now flanked by bars and restaurants. When another red light forces them to stop, Dean’s eyes wander to a small white building on the corner of the intersection. It’s one of the many wedding chapels this city is known for.

     Sam glances aside at his older brother, perceiving the dreamy stare. When he follows Dean’s gaze, he too notices the church, brightly illuminated in true Vegas fashion. ‘Little White Chapel’ the road sign says, ‘24 hours drive up wedding window’. The younger Winchester scoffs at the absurdity, but his face falls slightly when he turns his head to observe Dean, who witnesses a newly wedded couple coming out, intoxicated, yet clearly head over heels.

     “You ever think about it?”      The driver is pulled from his own thoughts, tearing away his eyes and briefly looking over at his brother. He’s very well aware what Sam is aiming for; he’s asking if he ever considered marrying you. Before answering, Dean glances over his shoulder again to make sure you’re still asleep.      “Check the glove compartment,” he says.      Somewhat puzzled Sam frowns, but does as told. He opens the lid, but isn’t sure what he’s looking for.      “Behind Dad’s journal,” Dean adds.      His brother pushes the leather bound book to the side. His eyes grow wide when he notices what’s behind. Stunned, he pulls out a small jewelry box. As if he cannot believe there could actually be a ring inside, he opens the lid, revealing the golden band with a single diamond. 

     “Whoa…” he utters, completely astonished. “How long have you had this?”      “Couple of months,” Dean admits. “Been waiting for the right time, but with everything going on…”      He doesn’t finish his sentence; Sam knows what he means. He nods, the wordless gesture telling his older brother he understands where he’s coming from. 

     The light turns green and the silence returns as Dean turns left and heads to the highway, but he can see his sibling staring down at the tiny box in his hand from the corner of his eye. The beautifully cut stone catches the city lights, reflecting flakes unto the ceiling of the car.      “Better put that away,” Dean suggests, hinting at the back seat.

     Sam carefully closes the lid of the jewelry box and hides it in the glove compartment again, exactly where Dean left it. For a long minute it seems all has been said, but after pondering on it for a while, he decides to offer his older brother some advice.      “Don’t wait too long.”      Dean glances aside. “What d’you mean?”      He watches the man in the passenger seat collect himself, carefully thinking through his words before he speaks.      “I picked out a ring for Jess,” Sam starts. “I had it for about a month, when…”      His unspoken words fill the air between them. Even after all this time, Jessica still has a piece of Sam’s heart. Dean cannot imagine what it’s like, to lose the one person you love. The sheer thought has him anxious. But pretending that Death, who has been chasing them for many years, will not catch up at some point, is naive. Especially with the life they are living, case after case, apocalypse after apocalypse. Sammy is right; he has to pop the question sooner than later.       “I won’t,” he promised, offering an empathetic smile.

     Dean keeps his promise, because when they pull over for the night, Sam takes the hint and gives him a moment alone with you. Under a pale street light, in the parking lot of a cheap motel, he asks you to marry him. Without a shadow of a doubt, you accept, falling into his arms and hiding your tears in the crook of his neck. They don’t even check in. Instead, Sam is hauled into the car before heading to the interstate, taking the ramp to Las Vegas. After all, a shotgun wedding seems only fitting for two hunters. 

      In the little white chapel, with Sam as their witness, the two of you vow to love and to cherish each other, for better and for worse. Not even God can take this away, no matter what happens tomorrow.

     It’s you and him, ‘until death do us part’.

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His Rules, Her Touch

[the Mandalorian x f!reader]  Word Count: 5.9k (not sorry :’] ) Warnings: 18 + SMUT, sexual tension, language, oral sex (female receiving), slight cock warming (you’ll miss it if you blink), prostitution Summary: He didn’t fall in love but you caught his eye, elegantly spread across the surface of display. He knew right there and then, he had to have you. Author’s Note: This is my first Mando x reader story so I’m a little nervous. I’m planning on making this a series so this is like the introduction to it all so I apologize if it’s a little slow. I got inspiration to do this story from one of my favorite fanfics “Rough Day” by @no-droids and the amazing artwork done by @followwhereshegoes. You should go check them out if you haven’t but without further ado-  This is for my best friend and number one supporter, @xxbeebee8xx​, I love you <3 Your fingers trace the water’s surface, the aroma of bath salts fill your nose and gives you a sense of tranquility. You rest your head over the back of the bath with your eyes closed. The bustling and voices down below float their way through the floor and it made you hold your breath. You had been in the prostitution business since you were a girl, serving the rich people in the capital of Canto Bight. You had started out working in the stables with other children and taking care of the fathiers. Your sexual appeal had begun to show and you were brought up from shoveling shit to pleasing gamblers, war profiteers, and stuck up money spenders.  The life you had been forced into had eventually become numb to you and did everything you could to stay alive. Sleeping and resting during the day, serving drinks and letting men fuck you during the night. Even if the job wasn’t something you wanted to particularly do, the money payed well and you lived somewhat comfortably. That was enough for you. You open your eyes to the sound of a knock outside your door. Your name was muffled through the door and you knew that your alone time was up and you had to get ready. The water pours over the edge as you get up to wrap yourself in a towel and over to the divider to change into your outfit. The shimmering fabric barely covered your body but why argue when that was the whole point of being a prostitute in Canto Bight. Your hair fell into a messy braid down your tan, bare back. A grunt of slight discomfort comes from your lips when you adjust the golden bra top. “Why do they have to make these so uncomfortable?” you grumble under your breath before turning to walk out the door. The voices in the casino below was much louder and you carefully walk down the glass stairs. The loud music, smell of food being cooked, the screams and hollers of gamblers were all the usual to you. You saunter over to the bar and you give the bartender a nod. He grumbles before turning around to make your usual drink. It was the only way to get you through your long nights. You look around the casino and bar, many familiar customers sitting in their usual spots with women seated on their laps. Most of them were gamblers or pirates which to a degree paid a lot more than the rich bastards did. Your drink was handed to you and you take it over to your luring spot.  The drink was devoured quicker than you wished but you didn’t have time to be unavailable. It seemed to be a busy night so you had no time to waste. Laying out across the center piece of the roulette, eyes were drawn over to you as you arch your back to lure with your sexual appeal.

Your mouth was slightly hanging open with your fingers tangling with your braided hair. A certain figure caught you and was quick to move through the crowd. “Hello, gorgeous. Good to see you again.” he stands in front of you and lifts your chin up to face him with his cold fingers. You gasp from the blunt jerk of your head but whimper out softly. “Good evening, sir. I missed you.” you force the words out of your mouth and ignore the disgusting notion stirring in the pits of your stomach.  His black eyes take in your body and he licks his lips in pure lust. “Don’t worry, I’m here now.” he leans down to kiss your lips and you let him do it. - His eyes stare at you through the visor of his helmet. He was supposed to be watching the target but when he ambled over to you, his attention was no longer on him. Din’s arm rests on the table and he was bordering the edge of his seat as he wanted to go over there and take you all for himself. He had never seen a beauty such as you and he has been everywhere. You were like a crystal shimmering in the deepest, darkest caves of Dagobah. Love wasn’t something that was in the Mandalorian’s vocabulary and he tends to push anyone away that intends to get close to him. He already lost way too much to lose it again. But there was something about you that he couldn’t just let go.

On sudden impulse, Din rises from his seat and makes his way over to you and the bounty he was due to collect. The way his lips were attached to yours made his blood boil. The shouts of rage and cheers of gambling was ignored by Din as he doesn’t stop at nothing to get over to where you were. “Let her go,” his voice is low in warning. You suddenly pulled back from Darro and sit up to face the new stranger. A tight knot forms in your throat as you take in the Mandalorian and you couldn’t help but be excited by him. Being interrupted left Darro in displeasure and he turns to face Din with a hard glare. “What do you want, Mandalorian?” he ushers out the word rather harshly as he reaches out to grab your arm so you don’t rush away. “Can’t you see we were a little busy? Go find your own whore to fuck.” Din couldn’t help but feel extremely pissed off at how he was treating you and the other working women in the casino. “I said let her go, I won’t repeat myself for a third time.” his gloved hand was hovering over his blaster resting in its holster. Darro draws his eyes down to see that he was serious and he scoffs. “What? Are you going to kill me? Newsflash, it’s her job to please me. I’m not bothering her. If she wanted to be left alone she wouldn’t have chosen this job in the first place.” his grip tightens and he pulls you off the table and against him almost possessively. The Mandalorian’s jaw clenches underneath his helmet as he knew he couldn’t just shoot him without causing a panic in the casino. “Fine,” he decides and moves his hand off his blaster. “let’s play a game.” His deep, mysterious voice sent thrill down your spine as you look to Darro of what he was going to do. The pale man’s mouth closes as he snorts quietly in disbelief. “I hate to say it but you don’t look like much of a gambling man.” Din doesn’t move as he faces Darro with an intimidating stance. “Wanna bet?” Darro’s grip lets go and you move back and out of the way. The two men silently converse before going to sit down at one of the empty tables to play sabacc. “You sure you know what you’re doing, Mando?” Darro questions the armored man. Din doesn’t say anything as he settles himself down, waiting for the dealer to deals them their cards. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him the whole time they waited for the game to start. He was dressed from head to toe in beskar armor and couldn’t catch a single glimpse of skin. To you, it was extremely hot but you couldn’t say anything. You were always taught that you were to not demand but receive. The cards for sabacc were distributed out to Darro and Din and you were sitting behind Darro, with a curious eye.  You didn’t realize it but Din’s eyes were on you instead of his opponent. A clear of the throat brought him back to reality and facing Darro fully. “You ready to play, Mando?” “...Of course,” his voice was raspy through the modulator and he holds his cards up, Darro smirking in front of him. - The game lasts forever and you were growing bored. People were gathering up around the table with the two opponents facing each other off. A bunch of the working girls were gathered together in a tight circle and their attention was on the Mandalorian. You blow a raspberry as you sit back against the wall behind Darro. “You never said what was at stake, Mando.” Darro brings up as the dealer deals in more cards. “What exactly are the bets here?” Din’s hands rest on the table top as he waits for his cards. He was silent as he thinks, his gaze wandering to you in the background. “I let you go but you have to give me the girl.” Both you and Darro nearly choke on air. What did he want with you? What was so special that he placed you on the cards, assuming he wins. Darro’s eyebrows narrow at the Mandalorian before scoffing. “I don’t own her. You’ll have to bring it up with the owner and manager of the casino.” “If I win, give her to me and I will overlook the price on your head, Darro Kilis.” the Mandalorian’s voice was deep in warning as he leans over the table to get his point across with his blaster pressing against Darro’s knee underneath. Darro’s body stiffens and his fists clench together, clearly caught in the middle of a difficult situation. After a moment, he nods his head to agree. “Okay, fine. If you win, you get the girl and I walk free. What if I win?” Din takes a steady breath his blaster still pressed to Darro. “I let you walk away with your life. Unless you give me a reason to shoot you.” the safety on his blaster clicks off and Darro reaches down to grab the barrel of his blaster. “Okay, okay!” he panics. “ I understand and agree to your terms! Let’s just get this game over with.” You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly under your breath. Even your laugh was angelic. Din couldn’t tear his eyes away from you before looking to the cards in his hand. Din and Darro sit in silence from across each other as they hold their cards in hand. The people surrounding them curious on who was going to put down first. Darro’s knee bounces nervously under the table as he holds his cards tightly in hand. “I’m gonna call, straight staves.” he lays his cards down and looks to Din with a cocked eyebrow. “Sorry, Mando, must be embarrassing to lose like that. Looks like not every hero gets the girl after all.” he cackles deeply and you felt your heart drop down into your stomach. The Mandalorian looks at the cards laid out before him a sigh heard faintly through his modulator. “Good play but not good enough, I’m afraid.” Din lays his cards down. “Full sabacc.” Cheers and surprised shouts rose around the table and Darro’s sneer falls from his face. Din leans back in the chair, an all knowing smirk hidden under his helmet. “Shit!” Darro slams his hand down on the table and wiping his shame away with his hands. You couldn’t help but feel a victorious smile grow on your face as you watch your savior stand to his feet. He brushes on past Darro, stopping to place the credits down beside him before going over to you. You swallow thickly as he towers above you, seeing how much bigger than you he was. “Well played, Mando. I have no way of expressing how grateful I am that you won me my freedom.” you bow your head and shiver when you feel his fingers lift your chin. “You may be free but I am not leaving you here.” Din says gruffly as he stares down at you. “You’re coming back with me.” You stutter in slight surprise before he was dragging you through the casino and out the golden-rimmed doors. “Wait-” you didn’t know where he was taking you but you felt a bit of thrill and excitement of being taken off this god forsaken planet. - The ocean breeze of Cantonica left goosebumps on your bare arms and back, sending an alarming shudder through your body. “Kriff, it’s cold...” you mumble as you walk alongside the Mandalorian to what you guess is his ship.  He doesn’t say anything as he looks down to the side at you. His next action leaves you surprised. A sudden blanket of warmth wraps around your shoulders and you realize that he enclosed your body with his cape. “Oh, Mando, you didn’t have to but thank you.” you offer him a smile in which he says nothing in return. Typical. He opens the cargo bay door to his ship and stands to the side to let you go in first. The ship was quite impressive in your eyes. The was beginning to rust but you could see all the scratches and dents that apprises a foretold story of many battles. Once you were inside, Din trails in after you and closes the cargo bay door. “Change into something more appropriate. We’re taking off.” he informs you before climbing up to the cock pit. You were left alone in the cargo bay and you look at your surroundings. “So he’s a bounty hunter,” you take notice of his wall of blasters and weapons, reaching into to spectate it a little closer. You accidentally bump one of the daggers off and are quick to reach out for it before it hit the ground. “Don’t touch anything.” Din’s voice shouts down below to you and you blush in embarrassment. “Sorry,” you call back up to him before putting it back where it belonged. You continue to wander around a little, stopping to heed the fresher. A good washing might do you some good as you step inside to clean up. The water felt nice and released your tensed muscles from the night. The ship had lifted off and it had taken everything in your power to not trip and fall in the fresher. Your body was boxed around in the narrow, tight room and it was starting to vex you. One you were able to wash properly, you step out of the fresher only dressed in a towel. Mando hadn’t told you where any clean clothes were so you guessed you had to find them yourself. A closed door stands around the corner and you figure you could search in there. You press a button and the hatch opens to reveal... a little green creature? You step back in surprise, yelping when you trip over your own feet with your ass hitting the hard floor. Mando must’ve heard you because he’s racing down the ladder in a matter of seconds by your side. “What happened?” he looks to see the Child giggling happily from his cot. A sigh of relief is heard through his helmet and he looks back down to you. “Are you okay?” Din reaches a hand down to pull you up, looking away when he noticed you were only wrapped in a towel. “Uh, yes, sorry.” you apologize, blushing a deep red in embarrassment when you take a look at your state. Holding the towel tighter around you, you ask, “Is he...yours?” Din walks over to the Child and picks him up carefully before turning back to you. “He is my foundling. I am tasked to reunite him with one of his kind. There’s an extra pair of clothes there.” Din points to some spare clothing on his bedside. He walks past you and back towards the ladder that led up to the cockpit.  You watch him ascend back up to the cockpit, most likely leaving you to change in privacy. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest when your eyes land on his ass, noticing how it showed through his pants. With a shake of your head, you focus on the task at hand and go to get changed with the clothes Mando had pointed out to you. They were a bit big but they would have to do until you can go buy yourself something more your size.  Once dressed, you stepped out of the small hangar and tucking the shirt into the pants. “Kriff, these are ginormous on me.” you sigh before going to climb up the ladder to the cockpit. You could hear child laughter emitting from the main compartment of the ship and the door opens for you. Din hears you enter and turns his head slightly to you. “Sorry, clothing options are scarce. Once we hit Nevarro, I’ll buy you something.” he offers before turning back to piloting the ship. The way his hands were wrapped around the controls of the ship had you distracted. You could only imagine how those fingers felt wrapped around your throat...squeezing tightly... “Oh, no problem. Thank you.” you say, clearing your dirty mind and sitting down in an empty seat. For a short while, you both sit in complete silence but nothing about it was awkward, in fact, the air felt intimate. Din’s rigid shoulders had your eyes drawn to him as you wished nothing more than to feel how broad he was under all that armor.  “We’ll reach Nevarro by tomorrow,” Din’s voice interrupts your thoughts. “I suggest you get some rest.” You weren’t tired, you were far from it. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way his body stood tall and preserved only made you want him even more. “Cyar’ika,” your gaze snaps to his, afraid you missed him saying something when you were in your trance. “get some rest.” You swallow and nod your head, leaning back in the chair. “Okay, wake me up in case anything happens. Also, Mando...I really want to say thank you for...freeing me back on Canto Bight.” you say gratefully. Din was slightly surprised but it made his heart flutter in his chest. “...You’re welcome.” - A sudden jolt around you startles you awake and you look to the pilot seat. “Mando?” Din was sitting in his seat and pilots his way carefully through an asteroid belt field. “It’s alright, just some asteroids.” he reassures carefully, easily getting them out. You sigh in relief, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. “How long was I asleep for?” you ask, getting up and standing behind his seat. The ache for him was getting more and more louder and you didn’t know how much longer you could hide your desire for him anymore. You were a prostitute for crying out loud...well, ex-prostitute. Bringing pleasure for others and yourself had become part of your daily routine and you had to admit that it was weird to not be bent over every form of surface, demanded to submit. Your thighs rub together, greedily seeking friction when your hand comes into contact with Din’s cool beskar. You could feel him go rigid under your tough but he doesn’t pull away. “For maybe an hour or two.” he tells you, his voice sounding strained. You nod your head, your hands slipping further down his armored shoulder and to rest at his chest. “How much longer until we reach Nevarro?” you lean in and your lips hover close to the side of his helmet, your voice lowering an octave in desire.  His gloved hand reaches up to stop you from going any further. “What are you doing, cyar’ika?” his voice turns gruff and arduous, choosing to ignore your question.  “Just...thought I might repay you for saving me.” you told him simply as your other hand wraps around the leather chair to his lower stomach and lingering up by his belt.  Din inwardly groans, holding himself back from turning around and kissing you. “I don’t think that’s a smart idea. Once we get to Nevarro, we’re going our separate ways.” he didn’t know why he was saying those words to you. The only reason why he bothered to buy you off was so that he could have you all to himself but he didn’t want to hold you captive for his own selfish reasons. Your movements stop as you stare down at his shiny helmet. He didn’t move and you couldn’t see his expression, to know if he was serious or not. “Okay, I understand.” your hands glide back to your side and you turn to walk out of the cockpit. “Goodnight, Mando.” you knew if you were to stay up in the cockpit with the Mandalorian, it would be proven difficult to keep your hands to yourself. Before you could walk through the door, you hear the chair spin and heavy footsteps behind you. You go to turn around but rough hands hold you captive, pressing your body firmly to the cool steel and making your nipples hard through the thin fabric of the shirt. The helmet was hovering above you and you couldn’t see the pair of eyes through the dark visor.  “Did you need something?” you ask him silently, keeping in mind the Child sleeping right beside the two of you. There was a sly smirk growing on your face and you could feel how tense the Mandalorian was before you. Din’s grip is tight around your hips as no words were formed. He wanted to shut you up because your cocky attitude was really pissing him off with that all knowing glint in your eye. He wanted to wipe that smirk off your face when he fucked you hard into the ground, your body whining and broken underneath him. “Just so you know, I don’t fall in love with people. So you can’t expect anything more than this, cyar’ika.” The new nickname for you sends shiver down your spine and straight to your aching core. You really didn’t mind that if this were to happen, you both couldn’t fall in love with each other. “So he has rules.” You liked a challenge. “We’ll see, Mando. You haven’t had me yet.” A growl emits from Din’s helmet as he roughly shoves you up against the cockpit walls. A whimper escapes your lips from the blunt force of the cold wall to your back. “Go to my sleeping quarters. I’ll be down in a moment.” At Din’s words, he releases you and you make your way down the cargo bay hastily. The desire between your legs was getting more and more prominent so you open the hatch to the hangar quickly. Heavy footsteps are heard coming down the ladder and it strikes you eager to finally get what you’ve been desiring since you saw him. Din steps into the bunk, quickly removing his boots. You were sitting back on his cot, watching his every move while he crawls up above you. “Turn the lights off, cyar’ika.” he tells you and you raise a brow. “You can’t see me without my helmet on.” That’s right. He was a Mandalorian and it was part of their creed to not show their face to anyone. You reach behind you to turn the lights off in the small room and it turns pitch black. You can hear the removal of beskar, the noise ringing in your ears when it hits the floor. A gloved hand pulls you close but you were facing down when you felt something around your eyes. “I’m going to blindfold you,” his gruff voice echoes to her ears and you felt your arousal increase. You’ve never been blindfolded it before but you kind of liked it, it sent a certain thrill to the pits of your stomach. Once the blindfold was on, you start working on taking off your own clothing while Din works on his. The sound of oxygen release is loud in your ears and you figure that he had removed his helmet. You were left in your underwear and the cool air of the ship pokes at your skin like needles. Din’s heavy breathing was above you and you shudder at the thought of the face he was making above you, taking in your form. Feeling brave, your hand traces down his abdomen and stop at the elastic band of his boxers. Your breath hitches in your throat when you reach to cup his groin, the heavy and hot weight of his cock in your small hand. You could hear Din above you, strained groans release from his mouth and he grinds into your hand. His eagerness for friction makes you roll your hips.  You lay there underneath him for a little longer, neither you or him exchanging any words to each other. All you did was continue to pleasure him through his boxers. “Afraid for me to hear your raw voice, Mando?” the thought of him getting more vocal while you stroke his cock excited you. A low grunt answers for you and he grabs your wrist, stopping your movements completely. His hands roughly work on your bra, tossing it aside. Din starts working on pleasuring your pert nipples, making you gasp from the roughness. A low chuckle makes your heart drop to your dripping pussy as he takes a nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it while continuing to pleasure the other one. As much as you loved the attention to your breasts, you wanted all of it directed down to your throbbing cunt. It seems Din picked up on it because he stopped playing with your nipples and goes to pull your panties away. Din moves along your body, leaving trails of kisses along your stomach, stopping short of your panty line. You couldn’t see through the blindfold but you could feel Din’s hot breath on your pussy lips and it made the hair on your arm stand. Nothing happens and you were getting ansty underneath him. “Hey, I’m waiting. Why aren’t you touching me?” you huff impatiently as you reach down to touch him but his hand stops you.  “If you can’t be patient, then I won’t fuck you, cyar’ika.” his voice sounded completely different without the helmet and it made your cunt throb. Fuck. You swallow as you rely on your other senses to guide you. “Yes, Mando,” “Din,” he reminds you harshly, his hands moving to caress your thighs and memorizing how you feel to his touch. “you call me Din when I’m fucking you, cyar’ika. Unless there’s a reason not for you to call me by my real name...” The feeling of his bare skin on your thighs make your body arch, impatiently craving to feel his mouth in between your thighs where your aching cunt begs to be touched. “Y-yes, Din...” His lips meets yours in yearning and he lifts your hips up to rest on top of his shoulders. You gasp at the sudden change of position, his hot breath back on your cunt. You couldn’t see anything but the thrill was prodigious.  “D-Din...” you moan his name softly as his lips trail along the inner part of your thigh. His mustache tickles your skin and your hips grind up, seeking for the dissatisfaction to be taken care of.  His hands squeeze your hips, deciding to not tease you anymore and buries his tongue in your soaking cunt. Your head tilts to the side, moans of pure bliss egging Din to continue. He finds your clit and sucks down hard. You writhe in his grasp to almost get away from the over stimulation but his grip pulls you back into him roughly. “Easy, cyar’ika,” he groans as he takes one of his fingers and plays at the entrance of your pussy. You pant, your mouth clenches shut and wrap your fingers in his hair, tugging gently. The way he feels between your thighs only reminds you that he was still human underneath all that armor. “F-fuck, Din...” you whimper, gasping when a second finger was added, spreading you wide. “just...like that.”  Din holds back a moan at the feeling of your pussy walls squeezing his fingers. “Hear that, cyar’ika?” he pulls his fingers slowly back before plunging them back into you. It draws another whimper from you and it makes Din’s cock jolt in fever. “You’re so fucking wet for me...” You mewl when his fingertips rub that spot deep inside you that make your toes curl in exhilaration. “Y-yes...all for you.” A cry of desperation leaves your lips when Din stops pleasuring you with his fingers and goes to wriggle out of his boxers. He pulls you into his lap, his cock trapped in between your hot and sweaty bodies.  Din’s leaves open mouthed kisses to your chest before gradually moving up to kiss your neck. If you didn’t have the blindfold on, the ecstasy you were feeling would make you see stars. “D-Din...take me already...” Your needy whimper makes Din chuckle against your skin and it makes you grind into him in desperation. “Okay...hold onto me, cyar’ika...” he tells you and you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms tightly around his neck. The feeling of the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance sends a thrill of elation through your veins. You stutter at the feeling of Din stretching your walls. Once he was fully seated inside you, the both of you just sit still in complete bliss of how you felt against each other. Your nails scratch along Din’s bare back and he groans from the slight pain. Seeing you a complete, writhing mess in his lap has him wanting more. He wants to hear you scream his name...cry it out...tell the world how good his cock was deep inside of you. He couldn’t get enough of your touch, it was your touch that was stirring a wave of chaos inside of him. It was addicting and he wanted more of it.  “...cyar’ika-” Din moans, holding your hips down and starts thrusting up into your awaiting pussy. With every hard thrust, a grunt rumbles in his chest and he rests his forehead against your chest. You were taken back by surprise as the Mandalorian fucks you in urgency. You go completely cock dumb, your hips meeting Din’s thrusts to feel him against your sweet spot. Din chuckles, his teeth grazing your soft skin and leaving possessive bites all along your body. “What happened to you, cyar’ika? Have nothing to say now?” His teasing demeanor made you huff in slight annoyance but quickly dispersed as he speeds up his thrusting. The small bunk was filled with the sounds of your mixed breathing, squeaking of the cot, and resonating thrust of Din’s hips against yours. You could feel your orgasm edging closer and closer with every deep stroke. You couldn’t remember the last time a man made you cum. “...Din...I’m close-...” you swallow your words, trying to hold on for a little bit longer. Din groans, laying you down gently onto your back. He holds your ass to keep your legs in place around his waist. His body towers over you and he leans down to whisper in your ear. “...I’m going to make you cum so hard...you won’t be able to get out of bed in the morning without my help, cyar’ika...” Your breath hitches in your chest and your stomach lurches in excitement at his promise. “Fine...you better keep your word...” Din smirks as his hands carve out your sides, taking in your goddess-like form. “The first thing you should know about the Mandalorians, cyar’ika...” his sentence trails off as he pulls back a little before thrusting back into you roughly. “...we always keep our word...” The cot creaks underneath the unbearable weight of both of your bodies and the way Din was drive you into the thin mattress. “O-oh, fuck-” you curse, reaching behind you to hold onto the edge of the frame. Your body leaps when Din’s fingers tangle with yours. You couldn’t see his face but the feeling of his hot breath over your face was enough to tell you how much pleasure you were giving him.  “Cum for me, Din...” you whisper, leaning up a little to capture his lips with yours. He kisses you back but you could tell you caught him off guard because his body went rigid again. “...I want to feel you to cum for me...” A worn groan is muffled by your kiss as his thrusting became sloppy. “As you wish, cyar’ika,” his free hand works in between your close bodies and starts to rub and pinch your neglected clit. “only if you cum first...” You yelp in shock from the sensitivity and can already feel the dam start to shatter. “I...I’m gonna cum...Din...” you whimper out as he goes faster. It was like a tsunami washes over your body and you release on his cock. Your body falls into an abyss of complete ecstasy and you felt like you were floating in air from the mind shattering orgasm. Your cunt walls squeezing him tightly. Din groans before he feels himself following behind you. “O-oh, Maker, shit-!” you cry out, arching into his body and your muscles going into a spasm. With a few more thrusts, he pulls out and releases on your stomach and forces out a groan while trying to milk his cock with his hand. “...cyar’ika...” the word is ghosting on his lips. It took everything in his power to not stuff you full with his cum. The both of you were exhausted and the musky smell of sweat and sex fills your nose. Once he was able to catch his breath, Din goes to sit on the edge of the cot. His helmet was at his feet and he picks it up to set it beside him. No words exchanged between you two and you were slightly confused. You could only hope that it wasn’t a bad experience for him, it sure as hell wasn’t for you. “Here,” he tosses you something to clean yourself up with. “clean yourself up. I’m going to go wash up.” that’s all he says before he’s walking out of the bunk and to the fresher. You take this as a signal to remove your blindfold. You’re sitting up in the cot and see that he had given you his shirt to clean off the remains of your scandalous activity. A sigh rests on your tongue as you keep your disappointment down. You knew the rules and you should be grateful that he actually fucked you. Once you were cleaned up, you changed back into your clothes and watching yourself when he stood. At least Din kept his promise...you couldn’t feel your legs. You see the steam seeping through the door of the fresher room, telling you that he was still in the shower. You were hoping to say goodnight to him but you couldn’t wait around for him. Sleep was trying to bring you down so you decided to comply and lay down to sleep. Your body curls up tightly to warm up your body and your mind went hazy. All you could think about was him. After some time, Din exits the fresher, dressed from head to toe in his armor again. While in the fresher, he had time to recollect his thoughts. After having you, he had a hard time of thinking about anything else. He didn’t know what kind of power you held over him but he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. “Cyar’ika-” Din goes to say, opening the hatch to the bunk. You were fast asleep on his cot and he pauses. Even asleep, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen...and that made you dangerous. He closes the door and turns to walk back up the cock pit. Your lingering touch on his skin burned him and he couldn’t get the thought out of his head of what your face would have looked like when he made you cum.  Kriff, what is she doing to me?

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[katherinemallory]

#8 Heart in a sling

This is how we got there... #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

I stayed in bed a little longer than usual. I still couldn’t get used to the thought of going back on active service. It was both exciting and paralyzing. And apart from that, there was no need to hurry, as I was to meet M at 1 P.M.

Still lying in bed in my pyjamas, I grabbed my phone and searched for my chat with Bond. I wanted to let him know how things were going.

You were right. M wants to see me today.

Told ya. Any plans for today? How about dinner with a handsome 00? xx

I hesitated. I’ve already accepted who my real love interest was... and it wasn’t Bond. I don’t want to give him false hope, but... it’s not a crime to eat a dinner with a man, is it? This doesn’t mean I have to marry him, I thought.

Sure. See ya there xx

I smiled to myself and unwillingly went out of my bed. I did everything lazily, enjoying the last moments of my freedom, as I knew it would end at the exact moment I enter the SIS building. I chose a grey suit and left the apartment when the time was right.

It was no easy task to find a parking spot, which heralded an intense day at the MI6.

I wondered if M has been busy since he came back to work. There must have been a lot to deal with. I would help him with *anything* if I only could... and he wouldn’t regret that.

When I stepped into my office, I went straight to the window and opened the dark blue curtains. It wasn’t the most intimate place you could imagine, but I missed it so much while I was spending my time alone during the arrest. Lots of natural light came from the window and I felt almost like at home. I sat behind my desk and began to sign the necessary documents confimring my return.

Out of the blue, someone knocked on the door. I jumped out of my chair, genuinely scared, as I didn't expect anyone to interrupt me.

"Come in," I said after a few seconds, still signing the papers.

"Hi, Katherine. It's me... do you have a minute?"

I looked up and saw Amanda.

"I even have two," I replied, pointing to the small couch next to the window. "Please, have a seat."

"Thank you," she said as she sat on the couch, placing her hand on her knees, as if she just came to the headmaster’s office and had to make excuses for her bad behaviour at school.

“It’s good to see you again, Amanda. I hope you feel better than the last time we talked...”

“Yes, Kath, thank you,” she stammered, glancing around. “Actually, it's not... It's not easy for me, but I'm going to confess to something..."

"Is it something about our mission in Geneva...?"

I observed her, patiently waiting for the full story.

"Well, yes and no, I suppose... the thing is...” she looked at my face and then at her hands that moved to her thighs, “that... Katherine... I'm not going back on active service,” she said and looked me again in the eyes. “I declined."

I opened my mouth in astonishment. I was just blown away.

"You did *what*? But why...?"

"I feel like it was all my fault. I just can't stop thinking about it, I can't forget how helpless I felt that day we almost got captured," she replied, and sighed. "You know... that I can't go back if I won't consult our psychologist... which I don't feel like doing right now... And apart from that I'm getting older. You can't pretend to be a successful operative forever..."

I was aware of the fact that she had a point there as she was one of the oldest agents in the section, even though she didn't look like that at all. But I couldn't imagine the section without her. I barely knew Amanda, but we got along really well quickly.

"... that is why I will ask M to reassign me. For the sake of my mental health."

For a brief moment we sat there in silence, listening to the clock’s ticking.

"Amanda... if I'm honest with you," I replied, "I don't know what to say... I'm shocked! I had *no* idea it affected you that much... I mean, obviously it was a difficult moment for both of us, but does it really have to... be an end?"

She rubbed her hands.

"Yes, Kath. I think my time's up."

...

Later that day I catched the elevator to the last floor just a few minutes before 1 P.M. I was a little nervous, not because I was unsure of my physical or psychological shape, but because I couldn’t wait to see Mallory. How does he feel? And what does he expect from me now? I was one of the double-0s suspected of being responsible for this attack after all...

I went through the long corridor and opened the door to Eve’s office.

"Hi, Eve!"

"Hi, Kath! It's good to have you back," replied Eve with a huge smile on her face. "I'd love to chat a little more, but he's ready for you..."

When Eve said "he", I felt my cheeks flush.

"Thanks," I replied and went on to open the maroon door.

And there he was. Relaxed, sitting in his armchair and casually going through the files on his desk. It must have been a bit uncomfortable, since his left arm was in a sling, but he didn’t seem to be bothered at all.

I went closer to his desk and stopped in front of it, crossing my hands behind my back.

"How's the arm, sir?"

"Oh, it's fine. It will get better," he replied as he stood up and leaned his free hand at his desk.

The sling was hardly visible, because it was nearly of the same colour as Mallory's double-breasted chalk stripe suit - very dark, but not necessarily black. But what has really caught my attention was the tie. For the first time I've seen Mallory wearing a *red* slik tie.

His words, combined with this look had quite an effect on me. I realized it and wanted to temper my feelings, but I failed miserably. A cheerful: “That’s wonderful to hear, sir,” got away from me. “We’ve been waiting to see you again!” I crowed, unable to hide my excitement.

Mallory noticed it. He looked at me curiously, forcing a mild smile. His eyebrows rose, as if he wanted me to elaborate, but I got so scared of my own opennes that I immediately withdrew.

“What I mean is that... it’s great to work with you again... sir,” I said and paused. “I suppose you’ve already seen my psychological evaluation. 002 reporting for duty,” I added, trying to sound as professional as possible.

Mallory frowned thoughtfully, and then smiled again, this time more naturally.

“Since we’re both back... I could use your help,” he said. His voice was casual. “Would you mind taking my jacket off? I feel a little warm in there.”

As he spoke these words, I realized that this request was not an official part of our meeting. Not that I mind it, I thought, and walked over to his side of the desk.

I’m not sure how it happened, but my mind played a little joke on me. I got reminded of my recent dream. Only me and Mallory in his office, late at night, kissing on his desk... oh, what I wouldn’t give to feel his arms around me right now, I thought. Strangely, I didn't fully trust myself at that exact moment, fearing that instead of helping Mallory with taking off only his jacket, I would start to passionately unbutton his shirt.

I came closer to him and hesitated.

“Go ahead,” Mallory encouraged me.

I cradled his arm in my hands and took it off the sling. Then I asked Mallory to turn his back on me, still holding his hand, which caused me to move closer to him - so close that I could smell his cologne. Then I touched the top of his jacket and helped Mallory to slowly take it off. I took his left hand as gently as I could and put it in a sling again.

His green eyes, clear as crystal, met mine when I looked up.

“Will that be all right?” I asked, realizing we were standing only inches away from each other.

“Yes,” replied Mallory calmly. “Thank you, Katherine.”

It surprised me that he has called me by my real name again, but I didn't have a chance to analyze it for long. A light winked on the phone. Mallory answered the call, putting the phone on speaker. I heard Eve’s voice.

"I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir, but..."

"Yes, Miss Moneypenny?"

"... 007 is here."

Mallory looked at me suggestively.

"Thank you. Send him in,” Mallory answered curtly, still looking at me.

I got the message and went to the other side of the desk just in time. The door has opened, showing James Bond entering the office.

"Welcome, 007," said Mallory. "Please join us."

Bond came to the desk and stood beside me. Mallory was standing as well.

"This one’s going to be brief. I'm glad you're both available, since I have a special mission for you,” said Mallory in his semi-friendly tone, and sat down. “It's about doing a liitle *show* to confuse our enemies. Perhaps it’s not the most important task you can ever get... but it might turn out to be... quite enjoyable."

He put a hand flat down on his desk and continued.

"I need you two to pose as a married couple during a poker tournament in Casino de Monte-Carlo. Play poker well, observe, and intrigue a few men. You’ll find all the necessary details about them in the files...”

He lowered his eyes to the desk in search for the files.

“Oh, and the Treasury will provide you the money, so try not to lose everything,” he added sarcastically, staring directly at us.

Good old Mallory is back, I thought.

"You’ve still got a few free days before your flight, so use this time well. Think about the tactics and any equipment you’ll need... This mission isn’t about any specific result, rather just an investigation, but you should remember to be careful.”

Neither of us answered him, signalizing that we understood.

“If you haven’t got any questions then... that’s all for today. Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir,” replied Bond and came to the desk to take the files.

“And Katherine, James... visit Q later today. He’s got some surprises for you," said Mallory in his deep, smooth voice.

We both nodded and left M’s office. I’ve stolen a quick glance at Mallory when I was closing the door. He smiled at me for the third time that day.

"James, could you please wait for me downstairs? I'll join you in a minute," I said when we're about to say goodbye to Eve.

"Anything for you," answered Bond - clearly pleased with our conversation with Mallory - and left Eve's office, closing the door behind him.

Even though both doors were closed, I lowered my voice, making sure that nor Mallory nor Bond could hear us.

"Eve, why didn't you tell me that Bond would be here as well?"

"Oh, you didn’t know this?" asked Eve. "I thought that M informed you both yesterday..."

"He didn't."

She looked quite offended.

"Well, I'm not a fortuneteller, I can't predict everything..."

"Oh, I’m sorry Eve, I didn’t mean it,” I said, shaking my head. “Actually, I don't need you to predict anything," I added, whispering. "But I could use your help. Do one more thing for me, will you?"

"What do you have in mind?"

I was just about to answer Eve's question when suddenly the door opened. It turned out that James Bond didn’t go downstair as I asked him to. He pointed to his watch.

"Kath, are you coming? The minute has passed already."

"Yes, James, I'm coming!" I exclaimed and grabbed a pen that was lying on the desk. I carelessly wrote Eve a little note:

Spy on M for me

I pointed to one of my fingers, trying to suggest what I mean. Eve managed to give me a shocking look before I was taken out of her office by Bond who refused to wait any longer and took me by the hand.

"What was so important that it took you so long?" he asked when we were walking down the corridor. He was still holding me by the hand.

"I was telling Eve how excited I am to go on a mission with you," I replied cheerfully and kissed him on the cheek. He seemed a bit confused, but put his arm around my waist.

"What was that for?" he whispered into my ear.

"A thank-you for the dinner, you fool. Or, should I say, *my fictional husband*?"

I put my arm around Bond as well, wondering if Eve understood my message... but I knew I shouldn’t be worried about it just yet. I didn’t respond very well to the silent treatment Bond gave me after our horrible argument and I wanted to take the opportunity to make things better with him. It didn’t matter to me at all what other people working for the MI6 might think, seeing me and Bond embraced like a real-life couple.

I felt bad about flirting with him, but I needed a convincing cover just in case my plan went wrong. I've already made up my mind. If M's married, then it's out of the question. I'll leave him alone and suffer in silence, wandering around the MI6 Headquarters with my broken heart in a sling for the rest of my life. But if he's single... I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the temptation... 

Even if it’s going to cost me my job as a double-0.

***

To be continued.

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[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 3

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Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Cw: Described assasination

Words: 3832

The sun had just about risen when the agents woke up. It was the morning after the mission and they were laying cuddled up in the hotel bed. Remus had plopped himself on top of Remy and wrapped his arms around them like usual. He said it was to snuggle while they slept but it was really so that he could act as a human shield for them even in sleep.

"g'mornin my dear dead heart of min-" Remus began to mumble out but Remy placed a finger over his mouth to shut him up.

He laid still and listened. The sound of someone opening the door to the hotel room could be heard followed by quiet steps. The agents glanced at each other. From the angle Remy was laying at they couldn't see much except for the ceiling and their husband's face. Remus slowly moved his hand under the pillow and grabbed the knife he'd hidden under it just in case.

The footsteps continued until they stopped by the side of the bed. Out of the corner of his eye Remus saw the person move making his instincts go off. In one swift motion he'd turned around to press the knife against the enemy's neck.

"What a charming greeting 008" Q also known as Logan muttered out. He eyed the knife held against his neck with an unimpressed look on his face. He had a black briefcase with him.

"Q!!!" Both of the Rems let out a happy exclaim.

"You should have said you were coming!" Remy said while sitting up in the bed.

"That's what she said" Remus added.

"I wasn't going to but then I figured it would be for the best if this mission got another step"

Remus moved the blanket aside and patted the spot between the two Rems "Cuddle up motherfucker!"

"008 please put some pants on. I've seen That thing enough for a lifetime" Q stated before sitting down in the middle.

The Rems promptly latched onto him. Hugging him. Remy ran their hand through his pressed down curly hair. Remus nibbled kisses by the start of his neck.

"So 008, you said in your report from yesterday that the man who held the real copy of the keys to Picani's room was named Ron Stewart correct?"

"Yeah"

"Well I discovered that he is on a train today towards Lithuania along with cargo for his company. His company is stated as an electricity manufacturer but it didnt take a lot of research to find he also has ties to something else. I am not sure of what yet but it is earning him a lot of income. For your information Picani's mission before he was killed was to find solid evidence of what this side business was"

Remy held back a wince at the mention of Picani "Aight easy. We get on the train. I Kill him. We figure out like what the fuck he's up to and like revenge Emile. Piece of cake" Remus nodded along.

"Yes well" Q opened the briefcase "In other news I took a few gadgets with me to aid you" He took out a pair of black high heels and handed them to Remy "Same function as always. Black like you requested"

"It's 'cause black tots goes with like anything"

A small box, not bigger than a thumb, was up next. Q opened it slightly to show white pills inside before giving it to Remy "I've tried to make it so the taste of poison is even less subtle"

The enby got a sinister smile on their face "They won't know what hit them!"

Remus dragged in Logan's sleeve "Me time!! I want gadgets too!!!"

Q nodded before taking out a long thin black straw and gave it to the duke "Be careful. Please! This is your 7th laser so don't break it. It's not a knife. It's not a stick. It's a laser. It heats things up. It doesn't cut through things. It heats them up. Please I don't want to have to make another one"

The duke looked at it with a giddy smile before looking up. A few moments of silence went by before his smile disappeared "That's all? I only get 1 gadget???? Rem got 2! You're playing favorites just 'cause you fuck them!"

"No. I am playing favorites because they don't break their gadgets!........But I do actually have another gadget for the both of you"

Q took out 2 pens and several coins. He sat the coin as far away on the blanket as he could. He pressed down on a specfic point on it before leaning back and pressing the pen up and down 5 times. The coin exploded leaving a hole in the blanket. The Rems let out oooohs and ahhhhs in response.

"Explosives. Each coin causes 1 explosion. Right now I'll give you 20 to use but you can always request more. Oh and 008" He took out 2 packages of pills "You forgot you stimulants" It was to help him focus better, his lil autistic rat brain wasn't good at that "And antidepressants at the base again so I thought I'd bring them to you"

"Aww thanks Q. How caring!"

"No problem. As your quartermaster I must care for you after all. INcluding caring for your mental health. Well I wish you good luck on your mission"

The Rems glanced at each other before sending Q puppy eyes. "You can wish us good luck better than that can't you?"

Logan let out an amused sigh and rolled his eyes before nodding. He gave Remus a kiss on the lips before doing the same to Remy. He was aro and didn't see kissing as a serious thing, neither did the Rems. The kissing before missions was just a nice tradition.

Remy traced their finger over their lips "I already have a feeling this mission will go splendid"

--

3 hours later Remy was sitting by a luxurious vanity in front of a mirror. They were meticulously filling in their lips with cheery red lipstick. Remus came up from behind and put his hands on their shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to their cheek.

The enby took the blade laying on the vanity and held it up to his face "Dear if you kiss me now you'll ruin my make up and I will have to kill you for that"

"Sounds like a sweet death" He teased in return.

"If I wanted to make it a sweet one I would"

Remus glanced around at the make up products while putting on an overly extra pout "Why can't I ever get to be the lady???"

"Hun you have a giant caterpillar on your upper lip and it is the bane of my existance. If you could just let me shave it off-"

The duke gasped and covered his precious mustache with his hands "NEVER!!!"

" Well it would make disguising you much easier. If some baddie sees you once they're gonna remember that nasty ass muschie for like months! And secondly you don't really have like the right bone structure. Like girl you would look like the most beautiful lady I'd ever seen but you wouldn't look like the kind of gal these dirtbags want y'know?"

"I know"

Remy leaned their head against his chest and smiled up at him. "When we get home I can make you look nice and pretty kay? I'll evem lend you my fav mini skirts...As long as your dumptruck ass doesn't destroy them"

Remus grinned and let out a giddy laugh "OHOHOHOH let's get these bitches killed so we can get home PLEase!!"

After another half hour Remy was ready to go. They'd hidden a blade on their left thigh and stuck the box of pills on the side of their underwear. Remus took them by the arm and they walked out into the hallway of the train. They looked around various mini suites before coming out into a bigger cart. The bar.

Blue satin sheets framed the windows. Sunlight strimmed in onto dark wooden tables with comfortable seats surrounding them. The bar was ornate and it's menu was filled with expensive cocktails.

The enby bumped their elbow into their husband's ribs before pointing over to a booth in the corner. There Ron Stewart sat alone with a bowl of olives and a beer.

Remus mumbled a quiet 'you got this' before letting go off their arm. He sat down by the bar at such an angle so he could watch Stewart without it being noticeable. He ordered a glass of water and began to sprinkle copious amount of salt and pepper into it as he watched Remy go up to Stewart. Their body language was completely different. He overheard something about coincidences and seeing him at the casino. It didn't take long until Stewart had moved so Remy could sit down next to him.

The duke let out a content sigh and looked out the window. It was in quiet moments like these, while waiting for his spouse to do what they did best, that he admired them more than ever. All he could do was sit and think about how much he loved them. How he loved Every part of them. Thinking and thinking until it felt like his heart would burst.

It wasn't until someone bumped into him he got out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Remy leaning on the bar.

"Vodka martini. Shaken not stirred please" Remy ordered.

Remus poked his elbow into their ribs plafully "Dork. Using my dad's catchphrase like that" He teased with a smirk.

They rolled their eyes at him before adding "And you can place a bottle of champange in suite 17!"

While the bartender worked on it the enby sat down next to Remus. They looked in the other direction while speaking so Stewart wouldn't notice.

"He's involved in human trafficking. That's where his like money comes from. Was supa easy to get it out of him. Dirty bastard. Didn't get what is in the cargo but he joked that it wasn't human at least"

"Okay good!" Remus exclaimed "So we go to the cargo see whats up. And then when we're done we can go back and arrest Stewart when we're done. Easy peasy pumpkin pie motherfucker"

Remy dug their nails down into the table so hard it left marks "Nah I'm murdering him now"

Remus opened his mouth before closing it again and thinking. He decided the wise and only choice was to support his spouse in their killing ways "Okay yeah sure. Have fun. If you're not back in 15 minutes I'll assume something has gone wrong and will come help"

They sent him a small smile "Thanks babe"

They downed the martini in one sweep and took a deep breathe before putting on their fake smile again. They went back to Stewart. All it took was a few flirty comments while leaning close to him to get him to walk with them to his room. Like a lamb blissfully going to the slaughter.

The champagne had been set on the bedside table in a bucket of ice like they'd requested. Stewart sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to him. Remy obediently sat down. A taste of nausea filled their mouth when he placed his hand on their inner thigh. But they kept their facade of liking it up. Kept it up even as he whispered what he wanted to do with them into their ear and pressed kisses to their neck.

Remy leaned away when he tried to go for a kiss on the mouth "Shall I get the champange Dear?"

He eagerly nodded in return. They got up and made sure to move slow. They cast a look back at him while moving their dress up up to their right hip, just enough so a bit of their underwear showed. They ran their hand under their underwear line feeling where the small box they'd hidden laid. The box with poisonous pills in it.

They kept their expression the same as they caught hold of the box and in one smooth motion hid it under their bracelet. They kept their dress up as they poured up the champange. Out of the corner of their eye they could see Stewart only looking at their thighs so they took the opppurtunity to let a single white pill go down into one of the drinks.

It dispersed in the drink in under a second. They made a mental note to give Q an extra kiss for his excellent job the next time they saw him. They gave the glass to him before sitting down to straddle his lap.

"Cheers" Remy said.

"Cheers baby"

Their smile widened as they watched him drink. They waited until he'd emptied the glass before smashing their own glass against his skull. Stewart barely had time to let out a yell before they'd pushed him down with his back against the bed. They laid their weight on hips to keep him down while forcing his arms over his head.

"What are you-" Stewart didn't finish his sentence. He let out a strange sound as his face began to turn red. The poison was setting in.

Remy took the blade from their thigh and held it up to his neck. Close enough to let out droplets of blood but not close enough to cut him open.

"When I got home after staying out all night for the first time my moms cried of relief because they were sure I'd been taken by human traffickers working for the likes of you. I've had friends go missing just 'cause people like you think no one will notice if a homeless person disappears" They growled out.

"I will-" He forced out.

"Honey you won't do shit" Remy interrupted. They let out a cold chuckle "You'll lay there and wait to see if the poison or-" They cut the knife into his neck with such precision it hit the veins just enough to open them, like they'd done a hundred times before "the blood loss kills you first"

Stewart couldn't say anything more. He was choking on air and blood at the same time. The white satin sheets turned red as Remy sat still and watched every slight change in his expression. It went from anger to a pained one to complete fear of death.

His legs kicked to instinctively try and get Remy off and his hands flailed around his neck to try and stop the bleeding but it was to no avail. Soon his limbs stopped moving and the desperate sounds he'd been letting out quieted. Before finally his eyes became glossy and he stopped blinking. The blood had stopped dripping out.

"Blood loss huh" Remy said to of course no answer.

They stood up and hid the blade under their dress again. They let out an annoyed groan when they noticed blood stains on the dress. They'd liked this one! They searched around the room for anything useful.

In the drawer of the nightstand they found a key card to the cargo section of the train. They gave themself a pat on the back and was about to leave when they saw a document that had laid next to the key. They stuffed it down their top to keep it for later. Q was usually the one who told them if a document was important or not.

Remus shone up into a big goofy grin when he saw his spouse return. He held himself back from giving them a big long kiss. They took his hand, intertwined their fingers, and pulled him along to the small passage leading up to the cargo parts of the train.

There was a thick metal door stopping them from entering the cargo part. With a triumphant smirk Remy pulled out the key card and unlocked out while Remus gave them a small round of applause.

008 kept his gun ready in his hand as he entered the first cargo train with 009 right behind him. There were 2 guards who both immediately reached for their guns. Remus shot one of them at the same time Remy threw their blade into the neck of the other.

The couple high fived. Remy was using the new gadget high heels Q had given them. They took the heels off so the high heel turned into a normal shoe, it somewhat looked like a ballet shoe. Inside the heels 2 more blades were hidden.

The train was empty aside from a few meaningless boxes but there were one more cargo cart to look through. "How about I stay here and make sure no like bitches come at you from this side and you continue to the rest of the like cargo?" Remy suggested.

"Sounds like a plan!"

Remus pressed a kiss to the top of their forehead before quickly continuing on to the small outside part connecting the two carts. Remy closed the door behind him.

He pressed his ear against the door to the next cart. There were footsteps coming from the other side. He rolled up his sleeves before jumping up and just about grabbing on to the edge of the cart's roof. With a strained groan he heaved himself up. The wind nearly knocked him over as soon as he stood up. It was the last cart so whatever was important in the cargo section had to be in there.

The roof was made out of metal. Remus took out the black laser. He was careful to not point it at himself as he moved it against the roof. When he turned it a spark went off before it's cold blue almost fire looking laser burried down into the roof.

Slowly the metal began to melt. He moved it just as slowly around in a square motion. Until it had melted enough that he was able to move it. He made sure the laser created a small hole, just about to press a few fingers in, before turning it off. He covered his hands in the fabric of his shirt and let out a grunt as he grabbed onto the hole in the metal and moved it until a small opening down into the carriage had been made.

He peered down and like he'd suspected there were at least 10 guards inside. All of them were heavily armed. There was no way Remus would be able to take them all.

Luckily he didn't have to. He took one of the explosive coins and clicked on it before dropping it down into the carriage. He didn't even give the guards a chance to react before detonating it.

No more sounds came from inside the carraige. Remus dropped down from the roof and opened the door. The guards laid still on the ground. He checked their pulses. It was going slow and unsteady so they wouldn't be waking up soon (aka in several days probably).

There wasn't much in the carriage. A few box filled with guns and ammunition littered the wooden floor but aside from that all there was was a metal box in the corner. It was big enough to fit a human if they hunched down. It was thick enough that he doubted even one of the explosives would get it open. He tried the key to open it but it didn't work.

"What the fuck" He mumbled to himself.

On the sides and top of the box things were engraved. He was unsure if it'd been engraved a knife or...teeth.....somehow. The same sentences were written over and over.

Remus tried to read it but all the words swirled around and changed places. He hit his hands against his head and tried to concentrate. Usually Remy read things for him when on missions (and when home too honestly), and before he had them he had.....He had.....

He despised his dyslexia so much. Sensory overload could be avoided by Q ordering clothes with the exact textures he could handle and making him earpieces that filtered out just enough sound so he wouldn't panic. People didn't notice his lack of eye contact and fumbling with social cues and voice tones as long as he was looked normal. But there was no way to get around his dyslexia.

It took (in his opinion) an embarrassing amount of time before he was able to piece the words together. But when he finally did his body went cold.

Targets: 0̶0̶5̶ 0̶0̶1̶2̶ 009 008 - Remus Smythe

They knew his name. They knew his name.

Remus felt nauseous. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it. How the fuck did they even know that. What more did they know?? He was used to people knowing his name as Remus Smythe the son of Octavia Smythe. But not as Remus smythe the 008 agent.

He knew his mom could defend herself. All of the women, his caregivers, on the floating palace could. but still. At least they didn't know Remy's name. At least- At least- They were after them though! They specifically wanted to murder the love of his life.

Sure people had been trying to kill them before. Many a times. But he and Remy had known the two of them were strong enough to proctect themself. But....but....these people had killed Picani. Emile Picani! They could- they would-

He took a step back. Logically he should figure out a way to open the box. That was why he has here wasn't it? But he had to make sure Remy was okay. Had to-

He turned around and quickly went towards the door. He stopped midstep as he heard something metal-like crash under his foot. He looked down and realized he'd stepped on a dogtag one of the guards had been holding.

The metal plate was cold in Remus' hand as he tried to read it. His eyes widened. He didn't have to struggle to make the words out. He would always be able to recognize that name in an instant.

His hand shook as he forced the dogtag down into his pocket. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

He stumbled out from the carriage before throwing the door open to the next one. He was hyperventilating as he collapsed onto his knees. He looked up through tears at the blurry sight of Remy.

They'd been sitting on a box cleaning one of their blades while using the bodies of the guards they'd killed as a footstool. When they saw their husband they quickly went over and sat down in front of him. They moved their arms around his shoulders while checking for injuries.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"R-remy" He cried out. He hugged them as tight as he could and slumped his head against their chest. Uneven sobs racked his body.

"It's okay. It's okay babe. Shhh. Breathe for me" They moved their hand through his hair to soothe him "Just follow my breathing"

"You c-can't be hu-hurt"

"I'm not. I promise. You always take my injuries for me like an idiot. I'm 100% okay"

"It's- They- He-"

With a shaky hand he took out the dogtag from his pocket. It felt like the name engraved on it burned into his skin. Remy held onto his hand.

"What- who's tag is that?"

Remus glanced up at them with tear filled eyes "The f-former 009. Roman"

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