#the casino outfit floored me

[atomicradiogirl]

top 10 bond girls who aren’t bond girls

#elizabeth debicki #the night manager #she is so gorgeous #i need her biblically #jed marshall #okay but can tom hiddleston be james bond now? #tom hiddleston #bond girls #the casino outfit floored me

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This was supposed to be short, and it turned into...lemme get a word counter here...2k+ words.

Managed to get something done from this post, so here we go. Let's hope I can keep the streak up but tbh I start work on monday so who knows lmao.

Anyway here goes:

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The princess had invited everyone out for dinner. One of those ritzy places only Overlords and higher ranking demons like the Deadly Sins and Ars Goetia were allowed to even approach.

Husk had been to one, exactly once, when he was in his full power. He'd been invited by the Von Eldritch patriarch to talk business. He'd been impressed by Husk's main casino and wanted to invest in a new one near his own territory.

He'd never finished closing the deal, as the high of overconfidence the proposition gave him had led him to go on a betting spree. Now, he wasn't the Gambling Demon for nothing. He'd won every game that week, big or small.

Up until Alastor showed up, and the rest was history.

"Motherfucker cheated me in my own game." Husk grumbled under his breath, finishing fixing his tie in front of the mirror. He'd chosen to forgo the usual bow-tie in favor of something half the hotel wouldn't be wearing, for once. He wasn't exactly happy with it, though. The half-Windsor knot was relatively easy, but his huge paws and claws were not cooperating. It lay a bit crooked, not enough to be glaringly noticeable, but anyone experienced could see it a mile away.

Giving up, and thinking Charlie should be glad he's wearing a shirt at all with how much trouble he went through finding something that fit his wings, he opted to grab his dark grey jacket and wait for everyone else at the lobby.

On his way down, he passed by Angel's room, the bright pink hearts adorning it hurting his sensitive eyes. He tried to hurry past to avoid getting the neon shapes burned into his retina, when he heard something crashing into the floor from inside the room, followed by loud cursing and the squealing of Fat Nuggets.

Husk usually minded his own business, but knowing Angel, this could mean anything from a particularly nasty text from Valentino, to having smashed his pinky toe--did he even have toes? Angel wasn't very keen on showing anyone his feet--on a table. Both things could potentially make everyone late if Angel got caught up stewing in his anger.

Steadying himself, Husk knocked quietly on the door. Once. Twice. And waited.

The door swung open a second later, Angel standing in front of him in only a pair of black shorts and long fuzzy pink socks. He looked mad, but his frown softened a notch after seeing it was him.

"Oh, Husky, hi." Angel leaned on the door frame, arms crossing under his chest fluff to make it look bigger. Husk rolled his eyes internally. Most likely something Angel did on instinct at this point. "Can I, uh, can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can tell me what the hell is going on in there that even your pig is screaming." Husk raised an eyebrow, noticing how Angel started to flush under the fur. It was one of the things he couldn't hide with how brightly colored his fur was; the red shone right through.

"Ah, nothing to concern yourself with, don't worry." Angel cleared his throat, trying to use his taller body to block the view of his room. Unfortunately for him, he was thin as a rake and it was very easy for Husk to use his aforementioned sensitive feline eyes to see into the dimly lit room.

A lamp was on the floor, not broken thanks to the fluffy rug covering half of the room, but the bedside table it had been on was askew as well. The vanity mirror right next to it had a few bottles knocked over both on the table and the floor right below. He could see what was most likely Angel's outfit for the night hanging on the door of his closet, something flowy and shiny that he couldn't deduce the shape of just by looking.

What he could recognize was the simple corset laying on the bed, the same lilac shade as the dress.

He was no detective, but Husk could put two and two together.

"Having trouble with anything?" He nodded his chin at the mess inside. "Maybe something getting you a bit tangled up?"

Angel batted a hand at him, clicking his tongue. "Spiders don't get 'tangled up', baby." He looked back inside slowly, biting his lip in consideration. All three pairs of arms were out and crossed, all right hands tapping different rhythms on his opposing elbows. "'Though...if you don't mind lending one of them nice hands of yours..."

Husk had to laugh. "That's gotta be the first time anyone calls them 'nice'." He wiggled his fingers, showing off the dangerous claws he sported. Angel seemed entranced, following the movement closely. "But sure, show me the problem."

Angel snapped out of it, stepping to the side to let him in. Fat Nuggets was sitting on his doggie bed by the corner, but it was clean and almost new; a good sign the piglet spend more time sleeping with Angel in his bed. Whatever had spooked him earlier--likely the falling lamp--clearly wasn't bothering him anymore. He oinked excitedly and rushed to Husk, tapping at the ground with his little hoof, asking to be picked up.

Husk conceded, hanging his jacket on the door knob and quickly lifting him to drop a kiss on his snout before setting him back down on Angel's bed. He swiped the discarded corset off the sheets and turned to Angel, who was silently staring at him with shining eyes after the brief interaction with his pet. "Alright then, get over here."

Angel got there quickly, his long strides making short work of the length of the room. He sat on the velvet stool in front of the vanity, lifting his arms to allow Husk to slide the laced up corset into place. He had to pop in the two lower pairs of arms, as this specific corset didn't have an extra opening for more than the usual.

"I see." Husk chuckled. It was easier to guess now what had happened. "Not used to the lack of extra hands for this kinda job?" He asked, expertly centering the garment in a way it would fit properly when standing, while being comfortable when sitting. He started pulling at the lace in each segment, alternating the top and bottom, slowly tightening it up towards the center.

"Couldn't find a pair in this color that would fit me like that" Angel huffed, blowing at the tuft of hair falling on his face. "The lace got all knotted up and I've spent the last ten minutes setting it back right. Pulled too hard on one and my hand slipped; ended up knocking over half my shit on the floor." He fell silent as he felt the corset cinching around his waist, perfectly in place in record time. "You're good at this. Any dark past you're hiding from me, Kitty?" He teased, standing up to check himself out in the mirror.

"Had some dancing shows in my casino a few years back. Wasn't unusual that they needed help getting ready and I just happened to be near." Husk said, falling back to sit at the edge of the bed next to Fat Nuggets.

Angel hummed as he slipped the dress off the hanger. "Lucky them." He grinned, twirling his pointy finger in circles in the air. "Now, now Husky, I can't put this on with these shorts, so if you don't mind~"

Husk rolled his eyes for real this time, but complied and turned around, sitting cross-legged on the bed as he faced the back wall. Angel hummed as he got ready, and Husk could hear the swishing of the fabric as he got dressed.

"Mind helping me with this too, baby?"

Husk looked back over his shoulder, only to freeze when he found Angel sitting on the stool again, his back to him as he finished tying up the halter top behind his neck. The zipper on the back was open, and it started low enough that Angel couldn't reach it without at least his middle arms, which were hidden away due to lack of accommodating space in the attire.

Husk stood, stumbling a bit as he tripped on his own feet. His tail was swishing as he walked up to Angel, pupils considerable dilated even for the dimness of the room. He couldn't explain why, but he had no problem seeing or even touching a near naked Angel.

But to see him almost completely dressed up, with only the small detail of an unzipped dress over his half-bared back...it twisted a knot in his throat.

Angel had a long torso, so if he didn't get his clothes made to fit, then he'd adapt what he could find. The corset was off the rack, so it was too short for him and he used it mostly to accentuate his waist. It ended below his chest, leaving his upper back exposed, which worked perfectly for this specific dress. In Husk's opinion it worked way better as an eye-catcher than the usual shorter, more revealing attires Angel would wear to work or for casual days out with Cherri.

When so little was on display, it almost made him want to reach out a hand and...

"I never really wear this one." Angel spoke suddenly, making Husk jump as he was snapped out of his haze. "It's a hassle when I'm alone, even without the damn corset."

Husk hummed, placing a hand carefully on Angel's exposed bit of back to keep him sitting straight. A shiver ran down Angel's spine and made Husk chuckle. "Pity. It's a nice dress. The color suits you well."

Angel laughed breathily, shifting a bit in his seat as Husk grabbed the delicate zipper and slowly dragged it up, the dull side of his claws running up his lower back over the shiny satin. "Aw, you sayin' there's something that don't suit me, babycakes?"

"You know that won't work on me" Husk said softly, his voice low and gravelly resonating like a beating drum within Angel's rib cage, in tandem with the quickening beating of his heart. "But no, I don't think there's anything that won't suit you." He finished fastening the small clasp right above where the zipper ended, and ran the back of his hand down Angel's back to flatten the fabric in place.

Angel gasped quietly at the feeling, holding his breath for a few seconds before releasing it slowly. He stood up, the fabric of the skirt falling like water around his legs. A slit running up his left thigh to the hip showed his leg, and Husk grinned at the sight of the fuzzy pink sock he still had on, clashing completely with the rest of the outfit.

"I'll let you finish getting ready then." He pointed at the sock with his chin, smile widening when Angel realized he still had them on. Angel puffed his cheeks and moved the skirt to cover his leg. Husk laughed and was about to turn to leave, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him in place.

"Not so fast." Angel's voice called him back, and when he turned to face him, he was standing right there, bent at the hip thanks to the corset. He brought the other hand to Husk's other shoulder, dragging both together down his chest. "Lemme help ya a bit, too."

Husk felt more than saw Angel untying his tie, making quick work of fixing it into a perfect full Windsor. Or at least that's what it seemed. He was too busy noticing the subtle makeup Angel had applied before getting dressed. It was barely there, so he hadn't seen it before, but the dark eyeliner making his eyes look sharper and the hint of clear lip gloss were all he could see now.

Angel wasn't even looking at him, eyes focused on fixing his tie and straightening up his shirt, even going as far as tucking it in better in his pants. There wasn't the slightest hint of sexual intent in the gesture; it was actually strangely domestic.

"That style goes better with your shirt. You got a jacket?" Angel asked, and Husk wordlessly turned back to the door, where he'd left it hanging from the knob once he entered the room. Angel huffed and checked it for wrinkles, brushing some fuzz off the shoulders. He was about to hand it over when he paused, and quickly draped it over his own shoulders like a cape, checking himself out in his mirror and chuckling before finally giving it back. "Well, what do you know? Looks good like this too."

Husk accepted it silently, letting it hang from his forearm as he followed Angel to the door. Angel's perfume wafting from the garment and into his nose.

"Thanks, Husk." Angel smiled at him, something small and sincere, and Husk felt his heart skip a beat at the lack of any nickname for him. "I'll see you downstairs?"

"Sure." He hesitated for a moment, an aborted step to the side as he almost went on his way before catching himself. He grabbed Angel's hand and brought it to his face, kissing his knuckles quickly before hightailing it out of there, practically flying down the flights of stairs to the lobby.

Angel's hand remained where Husk had released it, hanging in midair as he stared at the spot Husk had been a second before. He brought his hand to his chest, biting his cheek to keep the stupid grin that wanted to overtake his face.

He turned back inside and closed the door. He still had to finish getting ready.

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Angel's dress is something like this but lilac, with the back starting a bit higher to cover up the corset. He's a long boy, it'd work anyway, ha.

Might post this to ao3 as well, for clout lmao.

Anyway, I'll see if I can do something more with prompts later, byeeee.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #angelhusk

[honeykaes]

—𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

✦ pairing: zhongli x reader ; some diluc x reader & venti x reader

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ w/c: 2.2k

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, casino harem au, use of alcohol, jealousy sex, cunniligus, fingering, some temperture play, doggy-style, creampie, unedited

✦ summary: after exploring and enjoying your time at the golden celeste hotel in las vegas owned by the one and only zhongli, he comes searching for you with something clearly plaguing his mind

✦ a/n: welcome to kinktober everyone! hope you enjoy!

Jazz music played throughout the loudspeakers of the casino, almost drowned out by the laughter occurring by the crowd on the floor. Golden arches glowed under the fluorescent hues of the light, the ceiling above painted above as if it were the sky of the heavens itself.

 People decorated in their best fits, from stylish pantsuits to the tightest little dresses that hugged every curve of the body. Some sat on each other’s laps, clapping as they pulled the slot machine down hoping to see those magic three numbers glaring down. Others leaned against the player's table, laughing in glee as they put another wad of cash down as the dealers slide them a neck set of cards for whatever match they were in.

And this was only on the show floor. There were always many things to do at the Golden Celeste, the best and most well-known casino and resort throughout the world. Some would be at the bar hoping to get a taste of the famous Ragvinder’s concoctions. Others were lined up in restaurants, moaning in absolute pleasure getting to taste the world-renowned Kaedehara’s foods. And some were bouncing to the rhyme of the music like the famous DJ, Venti made the stage a party no one wanted to stop.

For most, it was a fantasy playground for them to experience for about a week, but for you, it would be your forever—thanks to the various connections you had made along the way.

You walked in strides, in your luxurious outfit laughing as two men stood beside you. Diluc, the red-headed bartender walked next to you, large palms brushing against your own every now and again trying to hype himself up to finally weave his fingers with your own. Venti, the other man next to you, leaned against your side, arm lazily around your waist with a grin beaming from his pale face.

And these were only two men of your copious connections here.

“Come on, come on! You have to join me on stage tonight. I even got a few of Kaeya’s peeps coming for the visuals. He’ll be there too!~ So you have to come, come! Come!” Venti whined out. Diluc only sighed, rolling his eyes.

“If you’re looking for a more enjoyable night, than those drunkards, we have a private wine tasting event. Some of the best wine throughout the world will get to be yours to enjoy, love,” he mumbled. Venti puffed his cheeks out and poked his tongue out in a childish manner.

“Of course, you do this when I have a scheduled event! Why didn’t you invite me, Diluc!” Venti grumbled as the three of you walked by the elevator

Just as Diluc was about to give a retort, a ding rang out from the machine—doors opening up to reveal Zhongli there. His stoic eyes widened slightly, recognizing the three of you before his thin lips curved into a smile.

“Ah, just who I was looking for,” Zhongli murmured. The two men beside you narrowed their eyes as Zhongli grabbed your hand, pressing his lips on the top of it—gloved thumb tenderly stroking your fingers.

“I wanted to see if I could have you to myself tonight. It seems that you might have, other plans, but I hope to convince you nonetheless,” he stated. Venti sighed, wanting to complain but the shorter male only frown and pulled up his phone as if to ignore the casino owner. Diluc, on the other hand, simply turned his head to you—silently questioning your choice.

A sigh escaped your lips before you put on a smile, pressing your palm on Diluc’s cheek.

“I think it’s best if I go with him. I’ll catch up with you sometime later Diluc,” you said, letting his now redden cheek go.

“I’ll see you later Venti. Good luck on the show and tell Kaeya, we’ll schedule something soon,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his forehead. 

Zhongli put his arm out towards you, and you took it and headed back to the elevator. He pressed a keycard on the base of it, and pressed the highest floor given, the penthouse suite, before the doors slowly closed, leaving you and Zhongli together, alone. 

Your eyes drifted to Zhongli’s figure, the prestigious man who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand. His golden eyes focused on the doors, his foot slightly tapping along with the quaint slow jazz music playing in the elevator. A pricy brown suit adorned his body, perfectly fitted to show off his sculpted form. 

Even though his arm wrapped around at your waist, hands slowly caressing at the edges of your hips, he still felt distant from you in a way. Typically Zhongli was known for small chatting, which would drag on for hours on what varying topic recently caught his eye, but he remained quiet and stoic. 

You could only gulp trying to ease your beating heart, noticing you were finally almost to the penthouse suite. As the elevator once again dinged, signaling your arrival, Zhongli escorted to you your room—once again flashing that key card as the two of you made yourself comfortable.

As the door closed, you made your way over to the bedroom—where Zhongli followed. Grabbing a sparkling Decatur, Zhongli screwed the crystal on top off, pouring a glass of his favorite whiskey. Placing the item down. His eyes flickered to you, noticing you were watching him as his lips curved into a smile.

“Did you want me to fix you a drink? Forgive me for not asking earlier,” Zhongli asked. You shook your head, as Zhongli hummed in response, taking a sip of the bitter liquid before placing it on a coaster on the bedside table. He soon walked in front of you, hand reaching up to tenderly clasp your chin.

“...I’m curious, so forgive me if this is out of the blue but, how have you been enjoying your stay here at my casino?” Zhongli murmured, thumb pressed along your bottom lip. Your body shivered, feeling his cold silver ring on that digit.

“I’ve really enjoyed my whole experience here, you know that Zhongli. Everyone is so kind to me and lovely. It’s like a dream I never want to wake up from,” you murmured, playing with a stray hair out of nervousness. Your eyes shot away from him, lips curling downwards.

“Are you, by chance…jealous, Zhongli?” you questioned. Zhongli began to cough, caught off guard by your question before clearing his throat and masking it with a chuckle. He tapped on your lips again, getting your eyes to look back at his. He slowly weaved his hands with your own, bringing you up to the bed and close to his firm chest.

“Hmm…I don’t think jealous is the right word for what I’m feeling right now,” Zhongli admitted, hands slowly tugging on your outfit. You could hear the zipper begin to pull down, cool air touching your once-covered skin.

“...More like, I feel neglected, in a way,” he finished. Your lips quivered hearing the zipper pull down and down revealing more and more of your body. The outfit, now not tightened against your form, easily slipped off and pooled own to your feet— revealing your nude chest to him. His lips pressed against the shell of your ear, warm breath leaving the hairs on your body alert.

“I just need you to pay a little more attention to me is all,” he whispered. He leaned away, eyes taking in the beautiful form of your figure. Zhongli slowly guides you to sit on the bed, his gloved hands pressed on both of your soft thighs, letting his knees rest on the ground.

Zhongli inched close, gradually taking your underwear down to the floor. Ribbons of your slick clung onto the fabric, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of your cunt already drooling for him. Protruding out the flat of his tongue, Zhongli pressed it against your folds feeling you jolt by the sudden pleasure wavering throughout your body. The muscles soon finds itself swirling around the bud. A moan escaped your lips—to his pleasure—before he began to continuously swipe against your clit. 

Your hands soon darted out, grabbing onto Zhongli’s silken brown locks. His lips pressed against the sensitive nub as a kiss, as he soon sucked on it—lapping up all the juices managing to escape out of your velvety folds.

As he felt your thighs quiver at his nonstop ministration on your clit, his two fingers, covered in his leather gloves pressed against your entrance, slowly sinking themselves in. You’re body jolted once more, noting the odd coldness from his ring pressing against your folds before his name left your lips once more, feeling his finger plunged inside of you. His digits curled continuously, massaging against the spongy insides causing you to tighten and cave onto his fingers. 

The sound of Zhongli slurping, as you swiped and flicked onto your needy clit and knuckle deep within you, started to make your stomach churn. The grip on his hair grew tighter as your thighs slowly pulled in, pressing against the side of Zhongli’s face. He caught only grab onto one, gloved nails digging into the side as to not strangle him—eyes shut tight— as he was so focused on getting you to cum.

His name once more shot out throughout the room. Your body tried convulsing in pleasure, but was held down by Zhongli’s grip, a smirk adorning his glossy lips stained with your essence. As you tried catching your breath, you tried to stop yourself from whining feeling Zhongli’s long fingers finally leave your cunt. 

His tongue strode along the wet substances on the glove. He removed his ring, letting it all onto the floor before biting down on the leather and removing it from his hands altogether. His other glove soon found itself in the same state. Zhongli slowly disrobed himself as your eyes slightly widen, noting the intricate tattoos adorned on Zhongli’s muscled arms. You never expected a man such as himself to have so much art on his body. 

He soon found himself on top of you,  slowly positioning you to lay on your stomach—knees and elbows up, showing off your essence cascading down your inner thighs. Zhongli pressed his heavy cock against your slit, letting the tip nudge against your overstimulated clit, eliciting a yelp from you. Tapping on your wet folds and gathering up the slick, Zhongli let his cock slowly dip in, sliding inside of you. 

A deep groan emitted from him as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, feeling your walls stretching out to accommodate his hefty length. As he bottomed out, his hands found their way to your waist. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you, drilling his cock inside of you. Your whole body moved to the rugged pace, cock feeling you up so deeply you swore you could feel his tip pressing against your cervix.

His eyes wandered, watching the fat of your ass shake with every deep stroke he gave, his hand beginning to maneuver under you, rubbing circles on your clit. 

Your body couldn’t keep up with the pleasure once he began hitting the spongy part inside of you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. With your mouth again, calling his name repeatedly, your upper body strength waned—letting your head fall straight to the bed, your ass even higher in the air for him to try to get deeper inside of you.

His large hand grabbed onto the globe of your ass to the side, watching his cock plunge inside at a rapid pace. Your supple inside began caving down on your cock, as Zhongli clenched his jaw tightly—having a harder time thrusting inside of you. With his heavy balls smacking inside of you, you soon dug your fingers tightly against the silk sheets screaming his name, your body tensing and shivering in pleasure as you reached your high. 

With one last stroke deep inside of you, thick ropes of cum spurted out of him, groaning as his hips jerked a few times as he emptied himself out. His softening cock slowly left you, snapping the string of cum that once connected itself with his tip and your folds. It didn’t take long for a small river of his cum to drip from you, as you finally let your lower form fall to the sheets—trying to catch your breath. 

Zhongli hummed, laying down beside you. His large tattooed arms wrapped around your form, guiding your head to rest on your chest. The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air adorned by your favorite scent and Zhongli’s cologne. You found yourself calming yourself from your high from his heartbeat, echoing out from his chest at a steady pace, feeling his hand stroke your bare back. His lips pressed against your hair, lips curled into a smile.

“...I think jealous was the right word,” you tiredly mumbled. Zhongli simply chuckles, not saying a word in response. With a sigh, you press your hot face against his chest once more.

“...I’d never forget the person who gave me such an opportunity, Zhongli. You were my first and you’ll always be my first. I’ll do better to remind you when you forget,” you whispered, voice muffled against his toned skin.

Zhongli lifted his hand to caress your cheek, eyes softened further at your fatigued form.

“I’ll try to remember that, qīn ài de”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #zhongli imagines #zhongli scenarios #zhongli x you

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wip huskerdust fic ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

let me know what you think! i want to finish it but…. whos to say….

Angel Dust shifted in the satin bar stool he was currently perched upon. In one of his many hands he swirled an obnoxiously fruity cocktail. In another, he propped his head up, slender fingers curled as his knuckles rested against his cheek, ever conscious of how he looked. If the spider didnt look like a slutty pin up doll from every angle, it wasnt enough. At least its not a floozy nightclub, he thought , sipping the drink as he surveyed the room. The pink liquid burned delightfully on the way down. It wasn’t as good as the custom drinks Husk made him. He missed the little umbrellas.

The place was huge and packed with people, gold studded walls, crystal glasses teeming with whiskey on the rocks and overblown confidence. Poker tables were spread out among the floor and sinners in gaudy outfits cashing in their life savings as the cards, chips, and booze flowed. Casinos weren’t his outing of choice, but he’d decided to join a mission that the radio demon had sent Husk on, if only because he was bored out of his fucking MIND in the hotel. It had nothing to do with the genuine companionship he had begun to feel toward the grumpy old man. Absolutely fucking nothing. Their present goal was to topple a rising new overlord’s empire, or at least begin the process of doing so. The two were here strictly to collect as much information as possible, get as little dirt on their hands as they could. Alastor had said the overlord was “unchivalrously inching closer to his territory”, whatever the hell that meant, and he simply would not allow his power to be contested. Husk, being a former overlord of gambling himself, was perfect for the job, much to his chagrin. Alastor had recruited him for task earlier that day, slinking over to the bar with his signature grin stretching at the edges of his face. Husk grumbled about it as much as one would expect, but largely held his tongue, accepting the assignment. Angel empathized, knowing the cold and sickly pull of the leash just as well as his friend. Alastor kept his cards closely tucked to his chest, no doubt the trait that scored him husks soul, so very few knew the cat’s affiliations with him. They both preferred it that way. now, hours later, they had arrived at the casino, and angel found himself with nothing important to do. Husk had told him as soon as they walked in to simply just “sit and look pretty” over by the bar while he worked the room. With no shortage of innuendos on his end, Angel and Husk parted ways to opposite ends of the joint. It had barely been an hour and the spider already had to fend off multiple overly handsy patrons with gold toothed smiles and flashing eyes, promising to win big just for him, or more likely, for whatever they hoped to get from him in the cheap hotels lining the streets outside the joint. None of them offered good information, not yet, anyway.

With nothing better to do in the moment, he found his gaze utterly drawn to Husk. There was nothing particularly eye catching about the man, at least at first glance. He was short, often rude, and had a prickly personality to match his rough appearance. Angel had originally not given him a second thought, just being glad that the cat kept the booze coming cheap and convenient, but the more time they spent tossing lighthearted animosity over the counter of the dingy bar, the more he found himself genuinely appreciating the bond they’d tediously settled into. He, only in the privacy of his own thoughts, tentatively called the man his friend.

Said man, in the present, was leaning back in a mahogany booth, cigar (where the fuck did he get that? Angel wanted one. The fuck?) lit, the smoke lazily propped between two wickedly sharp claws. Husk’s expression, though not close enough to read poperly, was completely relaxed. His poker face was immaculate. Even from here, he could see the other players tensed shoulders and baited breath, no doubt unnerved. Husk had piles of chips on his side of the table, and it would take a blind and deaf motherfucker to not predict the outcome of this round. Girls in seqiun miniskirts and too tight dresses leaned as close as Husk would allow, enamoured by his expertise. Angel bristled a little, then remembered himself. What the fuck was he jealous of? He could pull anyone in this place. He pushed the feeling down as quickly as it arose, refocusing on the center of his attention. They had barely been an there an hour, and Husk already had half the room wrapped around his finger. He was magnetic. Angel turned, only for a moment, to guesture for a refill when an enraged wail came from the far table of the casino. He whipped around, comically, alongside the bartender, who was just as engrossed in the match as he was. Husk must be somethin’ special if he could get the staff’s attention, Angel mused. The wail had come from a particularly sore loser, an imp in a finely pressed suit with his tail lashing as he forked over his previous winnings. Husk, fittingly, was grinning like a cat who just got the cream. Angel snickered at his own stupid joke. He felt something flutter in his chest at the confident expression gracing the cat’s face. It was so different from his usual tightly wound, brow-perpetually-furrowed, glowering kind of look he seemed to always have. Angel decided pontedly to not dwell on the fact that he paid close attention to the bartenders expressions to be able to even notice that in the first place. He took a rather large sip from his drink.

Snuffing out the cigar on the provided ashtray, Husk rose frim his seat, brushing past his new admirers with a flick of his feathered tail, heqding in Angel’s direction. The smug look had settled into a satisfied grin as he thumbed through the fat stack of cash between his paws. He slid onto the barstool next to Angel, placing his earnings between them with a happy sigh.

“This place is a shithole compared to the casinos I used to run, but by God, its good to be back.” He nearly purred, finishing up his tally of the money.

“You really know ya’ stuff, dontcha kitten?” Angel hummed, beginning to like this new side of Husk. The cat stretched, bones popping, no doubt from staying still so damn long.

“What the hell do you think?” His retort held no bite to it. “I didn’t become an overlord by fucking around, thats how I lost it.” He Paused, lost in thought for a moment. “Anyway, any luck, Legs? I aint got much information on my end, but another few rounds should get them talkin’, I’d say.”

“Nope. Justa bunch of horny freaks. nothin’ useful.”

“Keep workin it baby, your next drinks on me. Holler if you need anything.” He slid a hefty sum of cash to Angel, turning away as the spider retorted that he could buy his own drinks thank you very much.

“Think of it as a thank you for luggin’ your ass out here with me” The cat said over his shoulder, before slinking back into the fray to look for a new game to decimate. Angel watched him leave, the fluttering feeling back with a vengeance in his chest, somewhere underneath all the fluff and heartache.

After that brief yet confusing interaction, Angel drowned himself in cocktail after cocktail, getting comfortably wasted. He flirted with everyone, played his best “you can look but you cant touch” game he could. It was hard. Husk was far too distracting. The cat was drifting from slot machine to roulette table to poker game, round and round, only stopping to drop off his earnings with Angel. With each jackpot his eyes grew brighter. His posture straightened. His honeyed drawl grew smoother. His tail curved at the tip and twitched ever so slightly, a sign of happiness, and perhaps the only emotion he couldn’t mask from his adversaries across the table. Angel would never admit that he’d looked it up (He’d been curious. Could you blame him? The man never talked feelings. Angel had to learn to read body language, that was it.), and worse, found it ridiculously endearing. After not so subtly letting down yet another drunken suitor with no valuable information, he felt a brush of feathers against his back. Husk joined him at the bar, yet again with more winnings. “Making good use of that cash, huh, spider?” He quipped before flagging the bertender for a shot of whiskey.

“You know it Daddy” he cooed with a drunken grin, leaning in to the other demons personal space.

“Shaddup with that shit.” Husk grumbled, pushing Angel back, soft paw shoved into his face. “I aint your client.” Perhaps Angel was too drunk, but he swore he saw a hint of color tinge the other man’s furry cheeks. Husks brow furrowed, and the moment passed. “Wait… Ive got an idea.”

Angel cocked his head, curious.

“Theres a lot of pompous freaks in this casino. More so than many i’ve been to. Its clearly the atmosphere the overlord of this area wants to cultivate.” He continued. “You fit right in—

“Hey! I-“

“Let me finish. You fit right in to these motherfucker’s wettest dreams. You’ve had no shortage of suitors tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately.”

Wanna be my arm candy?”

Angel felt his face explode with heat.

“What.”

“I- ahm- ‘scuse me. That came out wrong, sorry doll.” Husk coughed. “I mean, will you act as my arm candy for the evening? with your pretty little face on my arm, ive got a feelin’ people are gonna be a lot more loose lipped.”

Angel blinked. He blinked again. “You think thatll work, Husky? really? I mean i know im hot but i dunno…. you seem to be workin the crowd pretty damn well, kitty cat. Wouldnt wanna break yer stride.” He fidgeted with his many hands, not sure what to do with such a polite yet bold proposition. Normally, people dont ask, they just take. If Val wanted arm candy, he grabbed whoever he wanted whenever he wanted, including Angel. Especially Angel. This was different. He was snapped out of his head when Husk replied, kind as ever.

“Trust me, kid. It’ll work wonders. Whaddya say?” He slid off the stool, downing his shot before holding out a hand to Angel.

Angel nearly tripped over himself taking it. They walked shoulder to shoulder like a proper couple, elbows linked. Husk leaned closer, “New place, same job. Sit and look pretty. Do whatever you like. Flirt all ya want. But, if ya dont mind, just let me do the talkin, okay?”

Angel could only nod, butterflies swarming in his stomach so ferociously he felt nauseous for a moment.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #angel dust #husk #alastor #hazbin spoilers #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust #husker hazbin hotel #huskerdust fanfiction #fanfiction #ficlet

[love-islike-abomb]

Girls, girls, girls

Roman reigns x Alexis (OC)

I've been working in this day by day, adding a paragraph or 2 each day. Writers block sucks! The worm moon has thrown me all off!!

Warnings: smut, bratting, errors I may have missed

Word count: 956

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @tribalauthor @undisputedjf @weirdgirl16355 @adriennegabriella @cnsrmnwwe @foreverlyjay @helensanders92

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The night lights of Las Vegas were always drawing people. If the casino walls could talk they would tell stories of crazy nights of parties, sex, drugs, and rock n roll. The secrets they held are what make the saying "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!"

The aura of the desert was mystical and often times provided a place darkness to ensue. The desert was home to more bodies then anywhere else in the country. From people simply getting lost and perishing from lack of water to the more sinister Mafia murders. The desert was unforgiving, merciless, and told no tales.

Bodies disappeared in the sand, never to be seen again. Yet this was the place I called home. I had come in some hard times and ended up as a stripper. I was use to drunk men trying to cop a feel. The other girls didn't really seem to acknowledge the danger of the situation. The security guards tried but there was always one or two they missed.

Several of the guys that came in wanted lap dances but only one caught my attention. I was lucky enough to have a boss who understood that if I didn't feel comfortable with someone or didn't like the vibe they gave off, she didn't force me to entertain them "I see who you've been eyeing Alexis and might I say damn girl you've got taste!" My coworker Alicia said "if you're lucky enough he'll take you home!" She winked at me.

"and what makes you so sure it's him I've been eyeing?" I asked crossing my arms.

"I've watched you take glimpses of him every so often and get that bright smile that only you yet when you think a guy is hot!" She smirked

Touchè!

"and he's been undressing you with his eyes every Time you turn back around to wipe off the tables!" She smiled "I'll take care of the other one!"

Alicia went to the other man and I heard them talking. I hadn't told Alicia or really anyone that I had been dating someone. It was to keep a low profile since he was a celebrity. I didn't tell her i knew who he was and he knew who I was. I was surprised she didn't recognize him.

I walked in the room "hey handsome how-" I stopped when I saw the room was empty. I looked around before I felt a hand go over my mouth "hey baby girl!" He whispered.

He moved his hand away "I should've known you'd be up to something!" I giggled.

"you look sexy in that outfit! You'd look even sexier with it on the floor and my face between your thighs" he growled in my ear. Thinking in the moment I rubbed my ass against him earning a low groan "baby girl... Don't tease! I don't want to have to punish you!"

"but what if I want punished?" I said with an innocent smile.

He put his hand on my throat "I'll fuck you right here and make you scream!" He growled.

"please daddy?" I pouted.

"lock the door" he said. I bit my lip, I always loved it when the exhibitionist in him showed itself. Honestly I didn't care if we did get caught and even if we did, we're in a strip club and a private room. What are they really gonna be able to do?

"sit" I said, a smirk forming on my face.

"oh you're giving orders now huh?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"why not?" I smiled, leaning towards his ear "you might enjoy it!"

A smirk formed on his face "I'll let you have your fun for now"

"Alexa! Play girls girls girls by motley Crue!" I smiled. As the opening riff played he stood up, lifting me up with him. I smiled, earning a deep chuckle from him "you really thought I was gonna let you order me around?" He said with a low growl "you're mine!"

I bit my lip before I felt the cold wall against my back "how long has it been since i've made you feel good baby girl? How long has it been since I've felt that hot pussy on my cock?" He growled, kissing down my neck. He grabbed my panties and tore them off before dropping his sweatpants, sliding himself inside me, both of us letting out groans of pleasure "uhn, so wet, so tight! You've been a good girl while I've been gone!" He growled "are you my good girl?"

"yes daddy!" I groaned.

"fuck I love it when you call me that!" He growled, his thrusts picking up speed. It took everything I had not to scream "let it go baby! I can feel you're getting close! The way that pussy is gripping my cock you're gonna drain me dry! Milk my cock baby girl!" He growled.

Fuck! The deep growls he was letting out made a shiver run down my spine. I felt my body release and dug my nails into his back "uhn! That's my good girl! Fuck!" His growls sounded like he was enjoying the pain. "Uhn fuck baby girl! I'm gonna fill that pussy up!" He growled.

His thrusts got sloppy and I felt him and twitch inside me. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled, both of us trying to catch our breath "I love you!" I smiled.

"I love you to baby girl!" He smiled back, slowly pulling out of me, setting my feet on the ground. He pulled his sweatpants back up "I wanna ask you something" he said "do you wanna travel with me on the road?"

I smiled from ear to ear "do you really even need to ask?"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦 #wwe smackdown #wwe #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc

[chanbig]

Big Kinnporsche and his uniform

i know the costume design dept gave the theerapanyakul bodyguards different versions of their uniform to make it easier to distinguish between them and make it visually more interesting (even though the point of a uniform is homogeneity) but i think it's interesting how they make big and porsche outliers

Porsche is out here in his slutty little vest and tie (the only one in his shirtsleeves because he is freewheeling, he is bucking the rules, we gotta show off that shoulder-to-waist ratio). he is new, he is special, he doesn't give a fuck. he is the Main Character.

pete, ken, arm and pol are in the usual blazer, no tie, shirt with a couple of buttons undone combo, with varying levels of undone-ness. (pete has the most buttons done up, intriguingly!!!! he typically only has the top button undone. what does this Mean. what could he possibly be hiding under there 🤫). this is what the typical bodyguard wears—most of the bodyguard extras are wearing a black suit and white shirt (one or two have ties, but most don't). they are integrated into the system. they are a team.

chan gets distinguished as head bodyguard by being allowed to wear all black, which gives him a very intense, no nonsense look. he stands out from the crowd when he first walks into frame—without words, you can tell THAT is a man with authority (😳 <- live me reaction)

AND THEN you have big over here in his closed blazer, shirt buttoned to the neck, perfectly knotted tie, and suspenders (!!) outfit. the whole getup. no one else on the main cast is doing it like him—literally. he is on the opposite end of the spectrum from porsche, even though they wear almost the same number of pieces. with the blazer on, big's outfit gives him the most buttoned up/rigid/follows the rules look, like he will wear the fullest version of the uniform because It Is The Correct Way. he has been at this job for years and he is still so strict about this. he is so strict about this BECAUSE he has been at this job for years. even with his ponytail and edgy eyebrow cut, he comes across as 'I am 100% on the job all the time'. he is All Business.

spot the suspenders 🧐

even when he's wearing the standard tracksuit, it's zipped completely up to the neck, sleeves all the way down.

we never see him in the pool. we don't see him in casual clothes. he is always SO closed off. he takes his uniform blazer off ONCE (making porsche crawl across the floor is hard work 😏).

spot the blazer thrown over the chair in the back 🔍

the only time we see him wearing a shirt with the buttons undone is when they're at the casino and he's being forced to 'blend in'. looking closer, though, even that outfit looks like the shirt and trousers he normally wears, just without the blazer, tie, and suspenders.

same slim-cut black trousers, same type of stiffened spread collar, same big pocket. his trousers fit him well—clearly the suspenders are just for the Look.

hmmm ive seen this shirt before.

the only time we see him in a short sleeved shirt is when they're on a SWAT-style rescue mission and everyone else is ALSO wearing that.

field trip time. everyone put on their outside clothes.

so arguably even both 'more casual' outfits are literally part of his uniform

where am i going with this... we see the others in their casual clothes. we see them disheveled, drunk, unbound from their jobs. they are allowed to be something other than just a bodyguard, even if just for a minute, even if they're still with tankhun at the bar—they are allowed that measure of freedom and personality. they drink, they laugh, they have fun. they have desires outside of their jobs (notably, we see ken in a hawaiian shirt when he is revealed to be the mole, i.e. have desires outside of the main theerapanyakul house)

we do not see big outside of his role as a bodyguard. he is this role and this role is him. there's something there about him scrubbing away all of his personal wants and needs to fit into this role as kinn's Head Bodyguard. giving up everything else so he can do this job, be of use to the theerapanyakul family—to kinn. not allowing himself to think about or want things outside of the compound because those things will distract him. no faltering from his role, or any vision of him as a person is allowed to come through. all he has is just a single minded pursuit of his goal and his focus (protecting kinn). he has dedicated himself and he is proud of that. he still gets up and puts on the whole uniform every day, suspenders on, shirt buttoned up, tie tight. he follows the rules and his orders even though he hates them sometimes, even though he might protest at first—one word or gesture from kinn or korn or kim and he falls silent. he will push down everything else he might have wanted under the role he has chosen for himself, that he has now become. he has already given up everything else for the theerapanyakuls—so, in the end, why not his life? what else does he have to offer? what else is left?

#kinnporsche the series #big kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #WHAT does this man wear on his days off. if he even takes them #go on vacation babygirl i beg #does he have casual clothes??? does he go outside of the compound?? #theres that fic where chan goes to collect bigs things from his room and big doesnt have anything personal at all which is so heartbreaking #under a cut because it got long #kinnporsche #kp

[fredwkong]

I’m wondering if you have any vacations to Las Vegas? I’ve always been a good boy but I want to live on the wild side and maybe be more of a bad boy.

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your bad boy vacation is about to begin.

You wake up for just an instant on the dance floor. You laugh wildly and grab another drink off the bar. The next thing you remember, it seems like a great idea to climb up on the nearest table and twerk, showing off your ass in your jock. You’re kissing a guy. You’re groping another guy. You’re lying on the table with your ass out, begging to be filled.

When you finally come to, you’re sitting on the side of the Strip, fondling your long, thin cock through your shorts and stroking your big jiggly thighs. Despite having just blacked out, you’re excited to party some more. As far back as you can remember, your whole life is a series of endless parties, just like life in Vegas should be.

You get to your feet with some effort and stumble along the side of the road to the nearest casino. As you step through the door, your head clears a bit. You’re still buzzed, but now it’s bearable, like you just pregamed and headed to the club. You’re wearing a new outfit, just as slutty as the last but clean. You walk with confidence to the nearest concierge, and say, “Hey, do you know what room the party’s happening in?” She says a floor and a room number, and you nod.

Life is a party, and you’re the life of the party.

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Drop me an ask!

#tf vacation #answered ask #male transformation #reality change #mental change #dumber tf #male tf #all fwkong

[rukia-writes]

Poseidon x (fem) goddess! Reader

🎰 Casino Event 🎰

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, a mention sexual harassment, cock warming, breeding kink, gambling

Zeus, supreme ruler of the heavens hit his fist on the table as cards went flying everywhere, as the winner Poseidon collected his chips calmly. Everyone else at the gambling table sighed in frustration at losing at a game of black Jack a third time, some even getting up from the table angry and some depressed at losing their money.

“You’re cheating Poseidon!”

“You just have bad luck.”

Poseidon responded back to his younger brother who was still in his prime, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair Zeus demanded for Poseidon to play again but the tyrant of the ocean refused as he collected his money and left as his younger followed behind him still claiming he cheated. Regardless, Poseidon didn’t hear his brother out, instead he saw his brother Hades playing pool.

Beside him was a rather sexy woman in the standard outfit of the casino, the strapless corset teddy, bunny ears, black stockings, a bow tie, a collar, cuffs and the fluffy cottontail. Poseidon wasn’t all that interested in the outfit, instead he was much more interested in how his brother was handling the game.

“…How are things?”

“..I’ve lost twice, I lose again she takes all my money.”

Hades didn’t want his younger brothers to know he was losing to the woman in front of him on the other side of the pool table, Zeus looked the lady up and down and wiggled his eyebrows up down stating he could understand knew why.

Sadly for Hades, he did lose as he was distracted and hit the 8 ball in the socket. Poseidon and Zeus while surprised their elder brother lost understood why. For (Name), this was good news as she collected the money already planning what she planned to do with the money.

“Wait, one more time.”

Now it was Hades and Zeus’ turn to be surprised as Poseidon offered to play and get his brother’s money back. Technically, (Name)’s break was over and she had to return to work.

“I’ll play one more round only if get to keep your money and Hades’.”

“Don’t do it, Poseidon. She’s really good at the game. She bested me.”

“Well, we know why you lost.”

Hades gave his brother Zeus a glare as Zeus chuckled behind his hand, the two played the game for five minutes only for Poseidon to win. Surprising both his brothers, however (Name) insisted on playing again claiming it was a fluke. Poseidon obliged only for (Name) to lose again and again.

Hades mentioned something along the lines of “Go easy on her.” Only for Poseidon to respond with “That’s how you lost.” Zeus busted out laughing only for Hades to roll his eyes in annoyance. An hour had went by and (Name) eventually conceded as she pouted while giving Hades his money back.

Poseidon mentioned how Hades should “stop being distracted by cute bunnies.” Hades only responded with annoyed tone to stop reminiscing him how he lost. Sighing (Name) returned back to work after losing a year’s salary, in her defense it was to Poseidon.

The casino floor was busier than ever and of course (Name) was busier than ever. Nevertheless, all (Name) could think about was all the money she lost. It truly was a lot and at the end of her shift the face of her victor made her feel mad that he won but also feeling of attraction at how handsome he was.

Luck was in (Name)’s corner as she saw Poseidon over the next few days and each time she challenged Poseidon to a game, all of which she lost each time. Poseidon didn’t seem to mind as he had nothing else to do and was forced on vacation.

“Not again!”

In the VIP room (Name) lost to Poseidon again in a game of pool and was frustrated. It was frustrating as (Name) found Hades to be easy to deal with but Poseidon was a different league entirely.

“You should get back to work. I’ll play with you later.”

“Wait, just one more game.”

Holding one finger while smiling at the tyrant of the ocean sweetly Poseidon refused earning a pout from (Name). Poseidon instead told her to meet her here at the end of shift, agreeing (Name) went back to work. Even though (Name) didn’t notice while working Poseidon kept an eye out for her, noticing a few creeps stalking her Poseidon handled them.

Poseidon wouldn’t admit it but he had an interest in the waitress but he wasn’t about to let his brothers know that.

It didn’t matter.

By the end of the next day, (Name) didn’t leave Poseidon’s side as he gambled the day away. Playing Black Jack was a favorite of Poseidon’s and while he played he gave (Name) a few pointers on how to play.

Just a few pointers.

There was still a week left of Poseidon’s vacation left, tired of gambling Poseidon wanted to go the beach. Alone time sounded great to Poseidon, but a particular waitress made him lean towards her coming with him. Regardless if she was working or not.

As luck would have it Poseidon was informed by the manager that (Name) did have work that morning and was with a client at the moment. To the tyrant of the ocean that was irrelevant, he had already decided that (Name) was coming with him. Opening the door to the VIP room Poseidon was meet with a sight he didn’t expect and that was seeing having to get away from unwanted advances from the said client.

While most of it was a blur to both Poseidon and (Name), the client was quickly sent flying into the wall. A gaping hole was in the wall with the client knocked unconscious, everything happened so fast (Name) didn’t realize it was Poseidon who did it.

“Thank you-“

“We’re leaving.”

Was all Poseidon said as he left (Name) quickly following behind, trying to tell Poseidon thank you the sea god didn’t respond mostly from annoyance. It was only when Poseidon decided to tell her that they were going to the beach and that she should get ready.

That was that.

The two went to the beach and spent the whole day together, having Proteus as her servant for the day. Proteus was a loyal servant of Poseidon, why he was tending a nobody like (Name) he had no idea but he wasn’t about to disobey Poseidon. However, by the end of the day Proteus could tell his master was rather fond of her. Between the shopping and gifts (Name) was grateful for everything and was sure to thank Poseidon for the gifts, all of which Poseidon simply brushed off.

“Damn it all! We’re short handed!”

It was busy night at the casino and (Name) hadn’t showed up for her shift, not even a call in. While it was unusual the manager of the casino worked around it.

It couldn’t be helped, missing work was because of Poseidon.

A game.

“So good-“

Cut off from speaking another word Poseidon gently moved his hips as his cock twitched a bit excitedly inside of (Name)’s needy cunt earning a moan from the waitress that was dressed for work in her outfit that was now a mess. Stockings were ripped from Poseidon’s nails, her corset was also torn and inside her was Poseidon’s cock that was making (Name) lose her mind at how thick and long it was facing him didn’t help her as she found his face so handsome and so cold. Pulling out of her daze Poseidon pulled on her collar in a manner that was gentle but commanding.

“You’re going to lose you know. The result is the same.”

Ever arrogant Poseidon made his point to (Name), the two were essentially making a bet to see who would win once and for all. At first, (Name) thought to herself she could take Poseidon and his cock but now that seemed like a foolish idea as she under estimated the size and girth of the god of gods. Everytime the god moved slightly his cock teased (Name)’s g-spot making her moan a loud, while Poseidon wasn’t allowed to move his upwards he wasn’t deterred as he was ever confident he could make her give up by then.

After all, she was already beginning to quiver from just feeling Poseidon’s cock inside her as it left no room for anything else but him, smirking Poseidon pulled on her collar making her lean in towards as him as she was straddling his waist.

“You’re quivering from just my cock inside you, give up already.”

“I’m fine. I’m just-“

Cut off once more Poseidon started to massage (Name)’s breasts, essientally to hush her as he loved the way her breasts moved with his hands as he saw her move her hips a bit a sign she was enjoying this.

“You have a lewd look on your face, something you want to say?”

Shaking her head “no” Poseidon had enough teasing, he needed her to lose one final time. Deciding it was to tell her how he liked her outfit, how he wanted to breed her regardless if it was just an outfit.

“Be a good bunny and surrender already. Do so, and I’ll give you a night to remember.”

With that, (Name) surrendered to her lust and to Poseidon. No longer able to take Poseidon’s cock inside her (Name) wanted nothing more than to be fucked senseless by the sea god and she was. By the end of the night (Name)’s outfit was torn to shreds and the only thing left was her bunny ears, Poseidon had an interest in them and left those untouched.

Even though Poseidon said he would give his sweet bunny a night to remember he too had made a night to remember as he throughly enjoyed his fucking his sweet “bunny” senseless.

From that moment on, Poseidon enjoyed his vacation with the woman that fueled his lust and love. Even when the vacation was over he kept a constant contact with her until she decided to come to his palace and never leave.

Poseidon didn’t mind the gambling games the two played, because (Name) lost every-time to the sea god. Which was fine with Poseidon as he had a lot in store for his precious (Name).

🎰Rukia-Writes🎰

#Poseidon x reader #snv x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

[hetr0ph0bic]

Okay so this is a half baked shuriri request but what about a multi part of them trying to woo a bossed up powerhouse y/n who’s supposed to be doing business with them (maybe PR for a new invention they’ve created)? Could be v spicy, esp if the y/n is bratty/dom herself

GIVE IT UP

tag: shuriri x blk fem reader 

a/n: this is 3 parts yall! no smut in this one, but its sweet im super excited for this 😎😎😎. remember like in stuff if u enjoyed thank yall love yall!

your phone shakes with a green and red button on the screen

“hello” you answer in a drawn out voice.

“yes y/n i see you’re on madison ave, why?”

you roll your eyes at her energy filled tone, “well this is the way to the hotel is it not”

“y/n! i told you, you had to go network at the casino business party” she yells

“ im not fucking doing that” you say in a monotone voice.

“wait please” you can just imagine your assistant pleading eyes 

“no, look ive been working since 6am… im going to the hotel”

“please just 15 minutes in and out! plus, it could open many doors” damn, she does have a point but, no.

“no im not even dressed for that” you look down at your ripped dirty blue jeans

“you’re going to be fine, im turning the car around”

“what-”

“it goes with your brand ‘young/ reckless/ genius’ plus the shirt and shoes you have on pulls it together, you're going to be fine!” hasani chirps through the phone

the car then comes to an abrupt stop. you look out the window, now seeing your front of some building. ‘casino parties llc’. stepping out of the black escalade and brown boy with a simple tux greets you with a smile. 

“miss y/n of ‘real tech’! right this way”.

 the boy ushers you through the casino. scattered loud conversations and music fill the spacious building. red and gold carpet flooring and walls all over, it seems like a business party. suits and dresses all over, old people talking about bullshit. with a sigh, you begin to join them, shuffling through bodies. time slowly passes as you network around the room. a fake smile plastered on your face, and light wine in your right hand. at last, all the pointless congratulations and empty promises stop. looking down at your phone, about ten minutes have passed, you turn to the backdoor about to leave. seeing something glisten in your peripheral view, you turn to the source.  

hand in hand, there they are. looking down on the floor from the balcony.

 the old friend. riri williams. the girl who helped push your creative mindset and motivation in college. on her arm is a known face, shuri udaku, black panther, and ruler of wakanda.

from above, shuri leans into riri’s side

“woah, that’s y/n from real tech” shuri smiles bright

“ yeah that’s y/n from my 12pm bioengineering class” riri kisses shuri’s cheek with a smile

“ huh… did she always look like that” 

“ nah that’s something new to me. don’t get me wrong, she was always good looking but-”

“she’s grew into herself” shuri finishes the sentence 

riri then leans over the railing, locking her eyes with yours. with her hand she waves lightly, grabbing shuri’s, they make their way down the stairs. the two sport similar blazer outfits. riri's has slacks and a vest, revealing more skin than the other. shuri has the same all-black outfit but with a heavy blazer coat. silver and gold jewelry paints their bodies, mixing beautifully. the couple complement each other so well, clothes and body's. as the two make their way towards you, bodies naturally part, making room for them. after a sometime, they reach you.

“hm funny seeing you here” riri crosses her arms in front of you.

“and why is what?”

“well it isn't mr. roger's stupid class now is it”

“haha thank GAWD it isnt, i hated him” you cover your mouth giggling from the joke 

“whaaa i think he for real had it out for us, but it’s good to see you” you both reach out closing the space between the two of you. riri looks to her side looking at shuri

“this is my wife shur-”

“yes, yes ms.udaku, panther pleasure to meet you” you reach your hand out shaking hers

“yes same here, how’s the party treating you?” shuri asks with a smile

“honestly? okay i guess i was only sticking around for 15 minutes then leaving”

“what why” the couple's face full of confusion 

“i’ve been up since 6am ri. and talking with old people who think you're disrespectful to their dumbass traditions isn’t really my fav pass time” you wave a waiter hand off your cup of wine to them.

“well, seems like we are not the only ones” shuri states looking down at riri.

“i had to drag her over here, literally” riri bumps her body against shuri. the other bashfully smiling.

“how about this we leave here and just get some food and drinks?” riri offers

“ yeah, but only if you are up for it” shuri gives a unsure look at you 

“nah its okay i know a diner close by”

you find yourself in the front side of the royal's car, directing shuri where to go

“yeah turn here on 47th- yeah right here”

‘carve unique sandwiches’ the old sign reads 

the three of you shuffle inside the small  shop. yall take to order food, a big pizza being the main corse. after paying, the three of you find seats close to the cashier. riri passes out paper plates on the wooden table.

“so what happened, after school. in life and appearance wise” she ask while stuffing a pizza in her mouth

“ yeah? apparently you didn’t use to look like this?” shuri chimes in.

“yeah bruh i don’t even know man. now started working for real on my engineering projects after graduation. now i did stop letting people walk over me which was a process and hell on its own. as for my body…. im still eating the same doing the same stuff, so that's truly a mystery.” you grab the pizza and ranch drizzling it on top, and taking a big bite.

“you look good” shuri comments

the compliment take you by surprise, making to choke. clearing your throat, you try to find your balance again 

“umm thanks thanks” you look down at the table, pizza, people walking outside. anywhere but them.

“yeah and we are in wakanda, but you’ve made a whole name for yourself with real tech”. riri says while sipping on a sprite.

“ speaking of that, would you like to work together on a project. i have a new idea for my soldiers and others”.

“what absolutely, how are we gonna make it work tho? when do yall head back to wakanda?”

“ well im free tomorrow i just gotta move stuff around, can we come to lab in the morning?”

“yeah i get up a 6am so be there by then” you pull out for phone putting in their numbers and calling your car. after a bit all the food is finished.

“so ill see yall in the morning?”

“ see you in the morning, y/n!”

you and the couple part, heading to their homes and beds. you quickly take a shower, anticipating the next morning. the couple does the same, the water turns on. steam filling up the walk in shower.

“ so you like her?” riri rubs the soapy rag against shuri’s back

“so do you” shuri shoots back defensively 

“ yeah do, stop being so defensive” riri smack her back lightly 

“anyone with eyes would want her” riri finishes the thought. shuri turns to face her again, looking into her eyes.

“ no matter what, shuri you have to keep your cool and take it slow”

“i know of course, but we are only here for two more days” shuri whines

the couple finishes up, bodies melting into the soft bed.

pt2

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[minniiaa]

watching one piece film gold for the first time and felt the need to rate their outfits bc Baccarat is right and should just burn these mostly horrific clothing choices.

Luffy (3/10) - My boys got the DOGS out no sandals this time just raw feet to the nasty ass casino floor. and why he got an axe? thank god he’s rubber or he would slice his shit off with that stupid thing. at least we get luffy abs only thing saving this from 2/10.

Zoro (10/10) - mans looks smashing as always I love a man in uniform. He can cut me up any day. Feral for the hat. love seeing his toes (i don't have a foot fetish i promise)

Franky (4/10) - we don’t need to talk about Frankie’s fit he’s high af all the time this is just norm no surprise stoner life. maybe he just cosplaying kuma or something

Nami (9/10)- does she need to be in a full bikini? absolutley not. do i slurp every frame up? yes. her tit says it best: sexy

Robin (9/10)- my tall queen legs as long as the sea is deep. she never misses.

the next 4 are hate crimes and i am not standing for this.

Sanji (2/10) - Sanji literally looks like your gay uncle at the bbq who really handles those sausages well. And he’s wearing CROCS. this is tragic. Give this man more love.

Chopper (1/10)- why he a monkey? he's literally an animal. don't be dressing him up to look like another animal he already gets called a raccoon :(

Brook (2/10) - he's basically just a deer in headlights i guess. nothing about this fit matches. who allowed him to wear these colors? no eyes i guess

Usopp (1/10) - boy is out here wearing grandmas gardening clothes with geta sandals. not even going to discuss the playboy bunny hat

#one piece #op #one piece film gold #straw hat pirates #straw hats #luffy #zoro #sanji #nami #robin #usopp #brook #chopper #one piece memes #op meme #film gold #funny #monkey d luffy #anime

[beccalendsahand]

ZuCasino, Yuzuka Rei: October 2022

Long time no translations! It's been a busy year but I finally found the time to finish an interview that I really really love, I hope you are able to understand more about Rei with this sweet Q&A! ZuCasino is a current segment in Takarazuka Graph magazine where prominent otokoyaku get interviewed via a series of casino-style games and questions. October was with Yuzuka Rei. I've tried something a little different this time around where the first time an actress's name is mentioned I link her takawiki page. I've also done translation notes as I go rather than putting them all at the end. Let me know if you find this helpful or just too much. Without further ado, enjoy!

Part 1: Episode Roulette

We challenged Yuzuka Rei to play our Episode Roulette game!

(Rei has been given a roulette wheel, each section has a topic of conversation, whichever she lands on she has to answer)

A Joke That Went Wrong

Episode 1：

Alright so, this is something that happened to me today. Earlier today I went to the quick-change-station* backstage to pick up some hair products for our photo shoot. But then suddenly, our flower troupe musumeyaku from the 100th class* (Oto Kurisu, Hoshikaze Madoka and Itotsuki Yukiha) popped out of nowhere wearing Japanese biker gang outfits!!! I think they had mistaken my footsteps for those of another classmate because they jumped out in sync pulling the same funny faces as if they had known I was coming!  It was so hilarious I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at them! (laughs)

*The "quick-change-station" is an area in the wings at the Takarazuka theatres where the actresses can change between scenes, it has dressing tables and any costumes/props needed for quick changes but it's not part of the actual dressing rooms. *100th class refers to the 100th class of actresses who graduated from the Takarazuka Music School, Takarazuka is based on hierarchy, not just hierarchy within the star system but also hierarchy based on years in the company, so what class people were in at TMS is quite significant, and actresses have a strong bond with those in their troupe who they were at TMS with. When Rei refers to “another classmate” she means another girl from the 100th class. Later on in this interview, Rei will refer to one of her own “classmates”, Rei’s class was the 95th class.

Something you've been thinking about

Episode 2:

My baby nephew has been on my mind a lot! I often get sent videos of him, he’s over a year old now and has started walking and saying things that sound like words, I can’t get over how fast he’s growing. There’s quite a lot of us in the flower troupe who have nieces and nephews around the same age, so I like to know how they are doing too. Even though I haven’t met them in person, because me and the other flower troupe members are always sharing videos with each other, I feel like I’m watching over them. You know how when you were little you would get those adults who would come up to you and say “Ahh look how big you’ve grown!”? Well, I’m pretty sure I’m becoming that person!

A Special (insert here)

Episode3:

When I’m performing, I like to try and use my eyes like a camera and take pictures of everyone's faces to save to my memory. Those of the flower troupe and those of the audience. There are lots of times when I see someone's lovely sparkling smiling face and I think “Ahhh I wish I could share this with someone”. So, I want to create my own “Special SSS Seat View!”* Like, you know how when you go to theme parks you can buy photos of yourselves on the rides? It could be like that, after seeing a show you could go to Quatre Reves* and get the photos straight from my brain.

*In Japanese theatres, seats are divided by B, A, S, and sometimes SS seats too. In the Takarazuka theatres the SS seats are the middle block of the first floor at the front, so what Rei means here is that what she sees standing on stage is an even closer view than that, therefore her view would be called SSS. *Quatre Reves is the Takarazuka merchandise store, you can find them at the theatre as well as in major cities across Japan and online!

Praise someone!

Episode 4

I want to praise everyone on this earth! I think none of us expected this fight (covid) to go on for so long, but even without an end in sight, we have all carried on, one day at a time. There are probably people out there who feel a loss in confidence, and aren’t able to fight on…So I feel like we and the audience are like “comrades” living through this era of great change together. 

There is a lot of pain right now but the fact that everyone keeps going and doing there best is amazing!

Part 2: Card Game

(Rei has been given 2 decks of cards with words written on the back, deck 1 has an adjective, deck 2 has a type of person. She must take one from each deck, name a person that relates and give us an anecdote about them.)

Deck 1: Cute, Passionate, Must-See, Respected, Bizarre

Deck 2: Upperclassmen, Underclassman, Teacher, Classmate, Flower Troupe Member

Passionate Underclassman*

The “Fashionable Empire” Rockettes

When I was watching the rehearsals for the Rockette number I found myself thinking “wow they really are the picture of youth!”. They are all just so energetic and have a high awareness of the space and each other, you can tell they are thinking about how to make the dance the most effective, they are such promising underclassmen. It was a Rockette dance delivered with so much confidence!

*Underclassmen generally refer to actresses who have been in the company 7 years or less.

(Fashionable Empire, 2022) Cute Classmate

Kizuki Yuuma

We were reunited for the first time in forever in the musical “Top Hat”, it was funny though because she’s a senka member now, so everyone was treating her incredibly politely which she seemed quite humbled by (laughs). On stage, she had an immense stage presence in her dandy-style costume, and her character had a high tolerance for people's behavior, but in the wings and in the rehearsal rooms she would bow more than anyone else! I found it very cute how she would suddenly get smaller and smaller and smaller*. Her embarrassment was in huge contrast to how much she helped us throughout the show, in the way she would speak to the underclassmen and the wonderful insight she gave us into her thoughts on the performing arts. It was just so adorable to me, I remember thinking “You don’t have to make yourself so small!!” (laughs).

*In Japanese culture it's common to lower yourself when speaking in order to show respect for someone higher in age or status than you. So what Rei means here by Kizuki getting smaller and smaller is that she was probably bowing her head and bowing with her whole body so often to everyone that she was getting smaller and smaller, which is quite a funny image when you consider how she usually towers above every other actress. Kizuki recently transferred from the Moon Troupe to Senka (a troupe made up of superior members who guest star in different troupes) so there's no need for her to be lowering herself when she is actually higher ranked than everyone else, but she's not quite used to all the politeness and respectful language the actresses are giving to her yet, so she still feels a little embarrassed and finds herself doing it back to them. 

(Top Hat, 2022) (from left to right: Minami Maito, Kizuki Yuuma, Yuzuka Rei) Must-See Flower Troupe Member

Mikaze Maira

She's been Kumicho (Troupe Leader) * for half a year now and she looks after us all by giving us positive encouragement and strengthening the troupe morale. I think she makes it easy for us to all unite and move towards the same goal together by guiding us, not only in the arts but in our emotions as well. Please pay attention to our Kumicho who is full of charm and positivity! *The Kumicho (Troupe Leader) is the oldest member of the troupe, it is her duty to support the troupe and basically make sure everyone is okay, she is usually the first port of call when an actress is struggling with things like stage fright or other worries. Mikaze transferred to Flower Troupe from the Cosmos Troupe with current Flower Troupe Top Musumeyaku Hoshikaze Madoka in 2021, and took over from Takashou Mizuki as Kumicho in 2022

(The Fascination, 2022)

Part 3: Dice Game

(Rei has been given a white dice and a black dice, similar to the last game, whatever number she lands on has an assigned word, white dice adjectives, black dice nouns, the difference this time is whatever she gets she has to perform!)

White dice: 1. Cool 2. Sexy 3. Powerful 4. Flirty 5. Sweet 6. Dynamic

Black dice: 1. Face 2. Flying kiss 3. Wink 4. Pose 5. Back pose 6. Kabe-don

Part 4: Big wins at the Zucasino Question Corner

1. If you are already doing well would you place another bet? I think I usually stop myself when I start thinking about going all in on something. So rather than taking another big bet, I’m the type of person who quits while they are ahead.

2. Are you daring? Or cautious? Tenma Michiru once surprised me by saying “I used to think you were a cautious person, but actually you don’t care at all!”, her idea of the difference between daring and cautious people sounded quite black and white to me. It’s true though that I do just go for it when making decisions. For example, after deciding to move house I moved the next week, and the time between me discovering Takarazuka and enrolling at the Music School was very short.  Timing and chance of course had a lot to do with it, but I do think that when it comes down to those life-changing decisions I get this feeling of intuition to just go with my gut, maybe that's when I become daring.

3. How do you spend big money? For the last 3 years, we haven’t been able to do any trips or go out for any meals together as a troupe, so I’d like to hold a big event where the current troupe members and those who have left the troupe from 2020 onwards all go on a gorgeous trip to Hawaii together! There are so many places I want to go explore so maybe it could be a 3-4 day long trip where we can do our own thing, and then we could plan some kind of special event to do all together during our stay! The girls who have only been in Takarazuka for 1 to 3 years and those who have joined the flower troupe from other troupes like Hitoko-chan (Towaki Sea) have not experienced our dinner entertainment tradition yet, and many of the upperclassmen are itching to perform again so, I think we should put on a banquet and have a good time! Other things I’d like to spend big money on would be buying a holiday home for my parents and maybe starting my own business. Maybe something to do with children's education, something that mothers would appreciate….But I need to know how to spend money wisely first, time to study up!

4. Are you lucky? Or unlucky? I think I’m a lucky person, I’m very happy! Every now and again there are moments where I look at my life and think how happy I am that I am able to make art with the people I love. I may not be lucky enough to win in raffles or lotteries (laughs), but I’m overwhelmingly blessed to live a life surrounded by the many things that I love.

5. What is the luckiest moment you’ve experienced in your life? Entering Takarazuka was a big moment for me, both a lucky and a happy moment (laughs). Not only did I get to be a part of something I love but I met so many lovely people and learnt all sorts of things! Takarazuka has taught me so much, not just about the performing arts, but about being a person as well, I think if I hadn’t joined Takarazuka I would be completely different to who I am today.

6. A moment you’ve betted on In the early stages of joining the Takarazuka Music School you have to make the decision of whether to become an otokoyaku or a musumeyaku. But at the time I was still getting used to it all, I was kind of drowning, overwhelmed by everything, and so I completely forgot that I needed to decide…And before I knew it, we were all lined up about to make our decision! Everyone in turn saying “musumeyaku!” or “otokoyaku!” down the line! My height at the time meant that I was on the threshold between musumeyaku and otokoyaku, and so I was worrying and worrying like “Ahh which do I choose?!”. But then I heard the person before me say “Otokoyaku!” and in a spur of the moment decision I went “Yeah!” and said I wanted to be an otokoyaku. I guess you could say that was a bet? I wonder what would have happened if I had chosen to be a musumeyaku instead. I would have had to use completely different muscles, so my shoulders probably wouldn’t have broadened like they have now…Choosing to be an otokoyaku was a big turning point in my life.

7. A moment that was a close shave! The time when I was still a junior in the company and decided to climb Mt.Rokko by myself on my day off. It was a nice day despite it being winter, and so after enjoying the mountain to my heart's content I strolled back to the bus stop, only to discover the buses had already finished for the day! Looking around frantically I realised there was not a single soul to be seen, I was all alone, it was getting cold and windy and the sun was starting to set… After standing around in the cold for about 20 minutes, just as I started to worry for my life, a cyclist came speeding down the road towards me. But he passed by so fast there was nothing I could do to get his attention, but then he came back and gave me a ride to the cable car! I was one step away from ending up being a news story. I hope that man is doing well…

8. Something you want to protect with all your life The number one thing i want to protect is everyone's smiles. Maybe it's unrealistic to ask for, but I don’t want anyone's smiles to be clouded by anything, not those of the troupe, not those of the audience, or anyone I meet. Everyone is working so hard every day, the people who look after the company so that we are able to perform, the people who come to the theatre, the doctors and nurses who continue to fight to save lives, everyone, so their smiles must be protected. We are forced to endure a lot which can make our hearts feel heavy, but it's for that very reason that I want to be able to capture the smiles of the audience with my “Yuzuka Camera Lense”! No matter your birth, upbringing, age, or gender, people from all walks of life come to the theatre, lose themselves in the story being told and laugh and cry together in that shared space. How amazing is that? I’m so grateful to get to have that experience and so I want to continue to protect it.

Part 5: My Treasure

Illustrations from manga artists I have been fortunate enough to get to be a part of several plays based on famous manga, and have been gifted original illustrations from their creators. Yamato Waki who made “Haikara-san: Here Comes Miss Modern”, Hagio Moto who made “The Poe Clan” and Kamio Yoko who made “Hana Yori Dango/Boys Over Flowers” . Even now whenever I look at the pictures they drew for me I have a deep feeling of amazement of just how great their work is.

My beloved dog, Noir He’s so intelligent that it’s like he’s a human trapped inside a dogs body and at any moment he’s going to start talking to me. He is in tune to so many things and keeps at juuuust the right distance from me, all traits that would make me want to marry him if I could, he’s so cute!

Letters I’ve received from flower troupe members There is a custom in Takarazuka where you give “Pre-Raku Cards”* to those who have looked after you during the performance. I’ve kept all the ones I have received so far. It just makes me so happy that in these letters the actresses get to share with me thoughts and feelings that they don’t normally get to say to me. 

*Senshuuraku is japanese theatre speak for the final performance of a show, it is usually shortened to “Raku” by both fans and actors. “Pre-Raku Cards” or “Maeraku Cards” is a short hand for “Mae Senshuuraku cards” or “The night before closing night cards”. Celebratory messages from fans My album full of birthday cards, top star anniversary messages and other milestones is my number one most precious treasure. “No matter how far the distance may be, my heart will be your side…” This is a line from the song “An oath made on the wind” from “Haikara-san: Here Comes Miss Modern”. During the initial period of the pandemic, these words would often come to mind and they became a phrase which is now very close to my heart. The underclassmen who couldn’t perform the show quoted this line in a video they made during the theatre shutdown, it really cheered me up at that time.

Videos and photos from the flower troupe During the last performance cancellations, I was sent many videos of things like funny little updates, and people singing whilst playing the ukulele. Performance cancellations are so hard, but if we hadn’t of had them then these exchanges would never have happened..

Video title: “I will become the wind” Misora Maru Ukulele Version Picture: Flower Troupe Love Picture Caption: “Flower Troupe Love” Will never end!

Behind the Scenes!

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[thestalwartheart]

Hi! Not sure if you're taking prompts, but I'd love to see a 00Q story that addresses the defibrillator screw-up in Casino Royale. Whenever I watch that scene, I think "That never would have happened with (Wishaw's) Q there."

Hi!

I love, love, love this idea. In fact, I love it so much I want to make a series about it, but for now we'll have to deal with a short.

I was lucky enough to watch Casino Royale in a cinema the other night, and whoa boy did I have feelings about it all. This little scene came straight into my brain. A lot goes unsaid here, and it's pre-relationship, but I hope you like it anyway!

Read it on AO3 or below 😊 Feedback is always dearly appreciated!

competence.

The personalised gun is a stroke of genius, but it’s only one stroke of genius. It’s not until a couple of months later that Bond is assured Q Branch is in good hands.

He’s in the garage, escorted by Tanner, who is immediately distracted by the prospect of inspecting a Triumph motorcycle. Bond wonders vaguely if he’s on the verge of a midlife crisis.

Around the room, mechanics and engineers move about with ant-like industriousness. They scurry under cars, motorcycles, and, most memorably, a jet-black speedboat that looks no less lethal for its compact size. The busyness of it all, however, is highly organised. There’s not a speck of dust in the air or on the floor. There are no superfluous conversations, either. Every word spoken in the room is about horsepower or weaponry or which wires need to be joined or cut. Otherwise, there is only silence — the peaceful kind that exists between people who feel a great sense of camaraderie with each other.

When Q walks in, the room loses a little bit of its air.

Not that Q notices. He smiles benignly, and a little distractedly, at the workers who greet him with a “Sir” and a nod of their heads. Not aware of his own status, then, surmises Bond. And it is his own, not the title’s. Bond’s seen enough people play at Quartermaster to know the difference between genuine respect from the Q Branch staff and a pale imitation of it.

He’s dressed in a navy corduroy suit today, paired with a similarly dark checked shirt and a maroon tie. Bond can tell by his collar that the outfit started out ironed, though it now has the creases of a day at work folded into it. Q would still get away with it if it weren’t for the hair, which looks as if it’s been tugged in a hundred different directions throughout the day. It's likely the result of paperwork or a meeting with accounting. In the few missions Bond's gone on with Q in his ear, he's learned Q never gets this riled by matters within his own department. Nor is he very intimidated by the dangers of the field.

Bond has the mad urge to tuck away one of Q's wayward curls behind his ear.

Q, entirely unaware of those thoughts, saves his most genuine smile for Bond. It’s not wide. It’s a short, sharp little thing, but like the jet-black speedboat, it’s no less impactful for its neatness.

“007. Lovely to see you.”

Q leads him over to a beautiful Aston Martin. It’s the car Bond’s eyes had first been drawn to, though it seemed understated at first glance, placed as it was in a room full of snazzy red coupes and deadly-looking Jeeps. Q’s face assumes a bit of smugness, as if he’d known from before he walked into the room where Bond’s attention would lie.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” remarks Q in that smooth, crisp voice of his. “I don’t just mean the car, though she is extraordinary. No, it never ceases to amaze me how much taxpayer money we pour down the drain for fifteen minutes of technological glory, only for it all to end up at the bottom of a river.”

Q looks over, briefly, at a car’s waterlogged skeleton. Formerly a sleek black Jaguar, and, if Bond remembers correctly — which he does — it was assigned to 009 a week ago.

Bond smiles. “Have some faith. I like to show them an hour, at the very least.”

“Yes, I’m sure that’s what you tell all of them.”

Q doesn’t give Bond the pleasure of answering back to that. Immediately, he launches into a monologue about technical specifications. Bond listens with interest — though he doesn’t show it — impressed at the safety improvements and the many tricks up the car’s sleeve, though he’s most impressed by the newness of the miniguns. Custom-ordered, apparently. Before this Q, there hadn’t been custom-built guns in Q Branch for over a decade.

There hadn’t been very much worth noting from Q Branch at all in that time.

It’s only when Q opens the car’s glovebox compartment to display a defibrillator that Bond feels anything other than a benign sort of satisfaction. An old spike of adrenaline moves up through his chest, the residual wisp of memory that has never really left him. Q must catch the look in his eye because he clears his throat and lets out a short, understanding little sigh.

“Ah, yes, we’ve made a few changes to the existing design.”

“I should hope so.”

Bond gets another smile for that, a somewhat regretful one, though Q was likely still in bloody high school during Bond’s last dance with an MI6-made defibrillator. While he’s taking the blasted thing out of its casing, Q explains the design changes.

“Permanently attached leads. See? No pulling them off.” Q tugs at one firmly more than once. It stays firmly in place. “The wires are reinforced to prevent any damage from…well, whatever you agents get up to. And there have been some software changes, too. I can see the charge and override the button from here. No need to press it yourself should you be…incapacitated.”

Bond nods, silent. Q continues.

“Along with the one in your car, there’s a smaller, more discrete model in your briefcase. The same design modifications have been made to it. Both have passed extensive user testing.”

His tone is verging dangerously close to pity, and Bond suddenly yearns for the snappish, arrogant man he’d met at the National Gallery.

“Don’t tell me you went into cardiac arrest just for me, Q.”

“You say that as if you don’t bring us all closer to a heart attack with every moment you’re out in the field.”

Banter aside, he goes on to assure Bond that along with testing in the lab, 003 had made use of the device last week and returned unscathed. With that, Bond thinks he’s clear of any coddling, but he’d forgotten one essential detail from his and Q’s first meeting and all their encounters since: as precocious and cocky as the new Quartermaster is, he’s also exceedingly kind. And rather astute, too, if not with people, then at least with the history of the job and the responsibilities it entails.

Q closes the car door with a snap and straightens up. “My job is to outfit you with the tools you need, Bond. I happen to think we’re rather good at it these days, but if there’s anything we haven’t thought of, any equipment you require—”

“An exploding pen?”

Q’s only response is a distinctly British kind of withering look.

“—that you deem necessary to ensure a safe return,” he pauses, his voice softening and his face twisting a little with the awkwardness of the conversation. “You need only ask.”

“Thank you, Q.”

“Well, good luck in the field. Do try to return the equipment in one piece.”

Bond steps forward, making sure to get just close enough to Q to fluster him. It works for a moment, though the boy recovers quickly. Perhaps he’s been here just long enough to have become immune to an agent’s charm.

“And what about us agents?” murmurs Bond. “Say it’s between me and the gun or the car. Should I not return in one piece?”

Q averts his eyes. He looks around the garage and squints briefly at the ceiling as if he’s looking straight through the concrete to the bureaucratic behemoth above. Then, over the top of his glasses, eyes sparkling with mischief, Q looks back at Bond and quips, “Are you not part of this agency’s equipment? I trust you can make the right call about which...assets…we consider more important.”

A month ago, Bond would have guessed at the gun and the car being more important to Q. Now, he’s not so sure.

“Stay safe, 007. I’ll look forward to seeing you upon your return.”

With that, he slips the car keys into Bond’s hand and walks away. Bond fiddles with them as he takes a second look at the car.

In it, there’s a palm-print encoded gun (version two, apparently), several miniguns, an oil slick, heat-seeking missiles, a poison-detection kit, and a defibrillator meant to properly stand up to the kinds of emergencies agents face in the field. All of that is cased a frame designed to withstand bullets, fire and water. The Noah’s ark of cars. Well, it would be if it weren’t also a harbinger of destruction.

It's fine work, certainly, but it isn't until Bond climbs into the vehicle and opens its accompanying mission envelope that he lets an unguarded smile free. Lying inconspicuously atop the paperwork is an Omega Seamaster with a note wrapped around its band.

For opening doors. If you find yourself really putting your back into it, try the alarm.

Q.

Yes, Bond thinks, as he makes use of the car’s small ashtray compartment to burn the note. Staying safe in the field might be a bit easier this time.

#00q #00q fic #my fic

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Crimes Of Passion | Part 3

Pairings: Finan x OFC & Sihtric x OFC

Summary: The conversation Sihtric and Runa overheard at The Beamfleot casino leads to Ragnar sending Runa and Rollo to work with Uhtred on a temporary basis.

Wordcount: 5.2k (chonk) - Special thanks to the very talented @arcielee for being a proper gem beta reading this and letting me blow up her dm's with nonsense xo

Part 1 | Other Works

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol consumption, swearing, threats and use of violence. If I have missed any please let me know!

The light trickling in through the gapped curtains changed from fluorescent yellow cast by street lamps to natural tones of reds and oranges with the morning sun and Runa knew she wasn’t alone in her entirely sleepless night. Sihtric’s fingers had slowly traced countless shapes and patterns on the side of her thigh with her back pressed to his chest and their legs tangled together the whole night.

“We should go.” Sihtric whispered softly, pressing his lips gently to the shell of her ear and untangled himself leaving Runa led alone in the bed.

Sitting up with a satisfying ache in her body she watched the tiny dust particles rise shimmering through the stream of light like stardust before settling back down onto the bed sheets, her mind felt eerily empty going through the motions of dressing and washing the ruined makeup off her face relying on her muscle memory to complete the tasks.

Shifting uncomfortably in her peplum outfit and tightening the rushed bow in her hair holding together the crumpled messy curls, Sihtric stood by the door holding their bags and immediately took her hand into his as they left, guiding her through the hallways keeping her close in the elevator. He didn’t release his hold on her until they reached the passenger side door of his car, his thumb tapping off her skin before slipping away, the unwanted ache of instantly missing his touch hitting her again.

The drive to the small two bed townhouse Runa called home was quiet, the city and it’s occupants only just climbing out of their slumber on a Saturday morning except for the people setting up their market stalls and opening their shops. Sihtric moved to get out of the car to help with her bag,

“I can han-“ She started to speak but Sihtric was out of the car and opening her door before she could even get her words out; she frowned slightly climbing out of her seat feeling as though he wanted to be rid of her quickly with as little conversation as possible.

Standing in front of her gate she kept her eyes to the floor as he handed over the black leather holdall and met his hazel eyes sparkling in the morning sun with a confused look when he didn’t walk away.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.” Runa shrugged, pressing her mouth into a tight line, his eyebrows quirked up and a smile tugged at his lips clocking her white lie, he decided against pushing her for the truth when her eyes fell back to the floor.

“Get some sleep before you go to Ragnar.” He instructed leaning into her space and placing a kiss to her cheek, feeling her smile at the contact he brushed his lips closer to the edge of her mouth, she turned into him for a soft peck and pushed him back with a light shove to the chest with a closed fist.

It wasn’t until she was behind the closed door of the house standing in the narrow hallway that she stopped fighting the beam now plastered on her face but it soon disappeared

“Good night, sister?” Cnut called from the living room, she found him standing and sipping a cup of coffee looking out the front window from behind the net curtains; he had seen her farewell.

“Your wife kick you out again?” Her older brother stayed in the spare room regularly, he had a somewhat tempestuous marriage but would never leave his wife.

“Ragnar wants us at the club for twelve.” He responded calmly taking a seat in the arm next to a little unlit fireplace ignoring her jab

“I’ll need a bath first, and a nap.” Cnut laughed at her comment leaving her to go upstairs and enjoy her morning recovering from a long night away.

Sihtric had gone home and washed up, changing his clothes before getting picked up by Osferth heading to Bebbanburg’s Beacon to tell Uhtred what they had witnessed at The Beamfleot.

“So, how’d you find her?” Finan asked, leaning against the bar, chalking his snooker cue.

“What?” Sihtric coughed on the drag of his cigarette, the irishman gave him a side glance at his reaction to a simple question

“Did she shoot anyone?” Osferth asked genuinely curious about Runa’s gun toting ways.

“No, Runa was calm, I don’t know why everyone thinks she’s some crazed woman.” Sihtric commented taking a sip from his black coffee relying on the caffeine to keep him going through the day

“Not crazy, just difficult to control. She isn’t the best at making decisions.” Uhtred stated coming up from the cellar after changing a barrel of ale

“She didn’t react to Aethelwold, was polite to Haesten, didn’t panic or resort to violence when we were nearly caught by Sigefrid, and it was her idea to leave first thing in case Aethelwold did reveal our identities. How is any of that bad decision making?” Sihtric gently challenged keeping his tone even, everyone’s concerns over Runa’s behaviour felt misplaced.

“How did you avoid being caught?” Finan queried, no one had thought to ask Sihtric that when he recounted the nights events earlier on and him coming to her defence was odd to Finan

“Slipped into an unlocked room.” Sihtric shrugged taking another sip of coffee not meeting anyone’s eyes

“I’m not saying Runa is difficult all of the time, but Ragnar and Cnut have both said she’s more agreeable and easier to handle when she isn’t angry or upset.” Uhtred claimed ignoring Finan’s enquiry, he wasn’t fussed with how Sihtric got the information just that it was done without drawing attention to the fact they were looking into Erik and Sigefrid

“How did you keep her happy?” Osferth leaned on his snooker cue watching Finan take his shot on the half arsed game

“I don’t know, I just let her be.”

“During this make believe couple thing did you kiss her?” Finan kept his eyes on the rolling balls to see if any went into the pockets not wanting to give away his reason for asking.

“Enough, we have to go.” Uhtred cut off the conversation walking around from the bar with his jacket and threw a set of car keys, they bounced off the chest of an unsuspecting Osferth who simply turned and looked to them on the floor.

“Uh, I would of...caught them if I knew..” The young man pointed between himself and the keys looking at the men.

“Just pick them up.” Uhtred instructed with a sigh walking out of the pub.

Runa sat leaning back in a chair opposite the booth Ragnar sat in with Brida and Cnut waiting for Uhtred to arrive, she thought she would be fine coming face to face with Finan and Sihtric together. No situations like this in the past had bothered her before but now she was internally fuming at herself.

Sihtric quickly glanced over her appearance, the navy blue pinstripe trousers and waistcoat accentuated her figure nicely and he fought back the smile on his face seeing the extremely high neck white shirt she wore fastened to the top with a matching striped tie. Finan looked between his friend and Runa, she was avoiding eye contact with both of them rolling an unlit cigarette between her thumb and index finger looking at Brida who seemed to be amused.

“For now I think the best thing to do is increase the muscle at the Beacon and do regular rounds checking in on the little people.” Uhtred’s comment pulled Finan’s attention back to the conversation, it was his role to do check ups and payment collections so this affected him directly.

“A good shout, you can have Runa and Rollo for a while, even Jackdaw if you wish.” Ragnar smiled warmly at his younger brother.

“Just the two will be fine, thank you.” Uhtred accepted with a nod.

“Why me?” Runa’s head snapped to Ragnar with a frown confused as to why it would be her put forward for a temporary move, the annoyance obvious in her body language to everyone in the currently closed ballroom.

“Your...approach could be useful.” Ragnar sighed giving a knowing look to Uhtred, he had been prepared for some resistance from her.

“Teach my boys a few things too perhaps.” Brida laughed at Uhtred’s comment looking at Runa with slightly raised brows nodding; she saw straight through Runa the moment both Finan and Sihtric had walked into the room and knew what mess she’d made for herself.

“I don’t understand why we don’t just roll up to the casino and smash it up?” Runa quizzed, putting the cigarette to her lips and lighting it with her engraved zippo.

“No.” Chorused from multiple voices and Sihtric stopped nodding in agreement with her statement, their joint lack of concern for survival is probably the reason why they are the ones to follow orders and not give them.

“Cousin, we aren’t starting a war.” Ragnar offered her a smile smile leaning forwards on the table

“What? They robbed Uhtred, destroyed and threatened the businesses that pay him for protection, now plan to take those payments for themselves and have even said they want Uhtred out of the picture to move on you, Ragnar. They are asking for a war.” Runa held her opinion firmly, tapping ash into a nearby ashtray.

“You aren’t wrong, but that can’t be the way we handle it.” Finan spoke up, even though his voice was one that opposed her idea he agreed with her reasoning.

“Alright so what do you suggest, hm?” Runa asked, raising her brows, finally meeting his gaze, her blue eyes threatening to drown him in their oceans.

“We’ll be doing more regular checks and if we come across any of those bastards in our streets we hit them hard. Our chances are better hitting a few at a time than an entire casino full of ‘em and politicians.” Finan countered, looking between Uhtred and Ragnar for reassurance that they were more on board for his plan than storming the casino.

“Fuck the politicians.” Runa declared with an eye roll, exhaling a cloud of smoke, catching the smirk playing on Sihtric’s lips out the corner of her eye.

“No.” Chorused out again and she simply laughed, shaking her head.

As the meeting came to a close it was decided that Runa and Rollo would start their duty of being under Uhtred’s command tonight as it was a saturday, a prime time to make a bold attack if Erik and Sigefrid felt like it. Runa rose from her chair seeing Sihtric pat down his pockets looking for a light with a cigarette balancing between his lips.

“Thanks.” Sihtric spoke quietly as Runa approached with her zippo handing it to him, she smiled at his grey sweater vest worn over a white short sleeved shirt. Taking back her lighter she was careful to avoid brushing her fingers off his beating down the voice inside her that wanted any contact it could get.

“I’d avoid your fancy dresses when you’re at the Beacon,” Finan’s voice came from behind and she turned, meeting his gaze.

“I was planning to, I’m not a fan of fighting in a skirt.”

“I doubt there will be any of that going on, they’d have to be pretty ballsy bringing it to our doorstep,” Finan looked between her and Sihtric sensing a shift in their dynamic from the way Sihtric avoided looking at her too much compared to his usual open watching.

“Famous last words.” Runa smiled, walking away from them.

The sound of music spilling from a large jukebox at the far end of Bebbanburg’s Beacon was quieter at the snooker table Sihtric occupied with Rypere and Clapa, Finan sat at the bar beside Uhtred who spoke with Gisela and Eadith who were training a new barmaid that Osferth found his attention drawn to far too much. Rollo sat at a small table with Runa, mulling over their glasses of whiskey surrounded by the pub’s locals that were strangers to them enjoying a Saturday night, spending their slim wages put in their hands the day before.

“Another?” Rollo asked standing from his seat holding out his hand for Runa’s now empty glass, she nodded passing it over and leaned her elbow on the table resting her face in the palm of her hand.

She found herself staring into the blue heart of a burning candle wick, the yellow flicker distorting the view and sound of everything beyond it. Getting lost in a semi meditational state the image of Sihtric looking up at her from between her thighs with hooded eyes followed quickly by Finan’s almost black lust blown eyes staring into hers swiping his thumb over her lips flashed through her mind.

“Who rides better? The dane or the irishman?” Brida’s question from this afternoon spun through her head, she had been unable to answer, simply staring back in disbelief and walking away as Brida and Cnut laughed. Runa didn’t think it was as simple as that, she used to be good at keeping a physical attraction to strictly transactional intimacy, yet over the night she had watched Finan making Eadith laugh with his eyes wondering over her body and wanted to be the one on the receiving end of his attention, she had also watched Sihtric missing his closeness wanting to feel his lips against her temple as he spoke to her lowly.

Runa hated the mess spinning round in circles through her mind, she could feel the tangled emotions coursing through her veins threatening to spill over into the physical world. A cigarette on top of a box matches being slid her way across the table pulled her out of the jumbled thoughts back into the room.

Her freckle framed eyes met Osferth’s kind gaze and he smiled shyly folding his hands in his lap from the short stool he now perched on opposite her at the table.

“Thought you might like one of those.” He nodded to his offering

“Thank you, Osferth,” She replied quietly with her own smile, a rare small tremble in her fingers as she lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag and shaking out the match’s flame. Osferth took notice and decided to let his inner curiosity direct the conversation.

“What do your runes stand for?” He asked relieved that she relaxed her posture instead of telling him to piss off for being nosey.

“Oh, this one” She points to the ᛁ on her middle finger “is for clarity in challenging times. This” She points to the ᛚ on her other middle finger, “represents my hopes and fears.”

“Fears?” Osferth queried further, Runa was the last person he ever imagined to frightened of anything.

“Everyone fears something,” Runa shrugged taking another drag fiddling with the match box

“Isn’t it shameful to admit you’re scared of something?” Osferth had always been told by his uncle to show no fear and be brave in the face of trouble and dangers.

“No. Fear isn’t something to be ashamed of, it’s natural and guides so many of our decisions in life” Her tone was gentle with him assuming this wasn’t a conversation he’d felt comfortable having with anyone in the business before.

“I didn’t think you would be scared of anything” He confessed, still holding her gaze.

“I am, but I won’t tell you what of, knowing someone’s weakness gives you the upper hand.” She smiled playfully hoping to keep her inner thoughts to herself, she didn’t need anyone knowing of the internal battle that was raging deep within her.

Runa watched him frown and look over to the new barmaid, turning sharply away when she glanced over, almost meeting his gaze with a light pink tint just gracing his cheeks.

“Osferth, don’t let fear rule your life.” Runa cautioned, noticing the way he pursed his lips and fought the heat biting his cheeks.

“How..what do..” His frown deepened, unsure of how to articulate his question.

Sihtric leaned back against the corner of the alcove and looked over to Runa who was smiling and laughing gently with Osferth as Rollo approached their table with whiskey in hand. He let out a soft sigh watching the way trapped flames seemed to dance in the copper waves falling over her shoulders, a beautiful contrast to the calm blue seas in her eyes.

Rypere clearing his throat and slipping a small folded square of paper into Sihtric’s hand took over his attention, pulling back the corner slightly he saw the scribbled phone number he’d asked to be tracked down and smirked putting into his trouser pockets.

As the night at the pub came to an end Runa kept her distance from everyone leaving as she overheard Finan offering to drive Eadith home and chewed on her bottom lip making her way outside to her small car, giving a quick glance around the small car park on the side of the building she dropped her keys and cursed under her breath.

“You alright to drive, Runa?” The lilt of Finan’s accent was stronger with his raised voice carrying across the cars, she stood with keys in hand to see Eadith hurriedly getting into the front passenger seat of his car and she simply nodded with a tight lipped smile at his question.

Runa laid in bed, staring at her ceiling with the street lights leaking into her room through the thin red curtains, bathing everything in a low pink tint; she was still tired having only managed to get a couple of hours sleep before going to The Dunholm earlier in the day, but sleep was evading her. She had tossed and turned, not getting any shut eye at all until the shrill of the phone on her bedside table dragged her out of a slumber in the morning.

“Hello?” Her voice heavy with sleep carried down the end of the phone to her caller.

“Good morning.” Runa’s heart skipped hearing the smile in Sihtric’s voice; he reclined on his sofa holding the phone between his ear and shoulder rolling a cigarette, the vision of her still in bed clear in his head.

“How did you get this number?” She asked, sitting up rubbing her eyes.

“I have my ways,” He licked the gum strip of his rolling paper making a neat roll.

“Of course you do.” She hummed laying back down twiddling the phone cord hearing the spark of a lighter.

“Why are you calling?” Runa queried, she had hoped to try and put as much distance between her and Sihtric to ease off whatever attachment seemed to be growing.

“I want to know what you’re wearing” He joked running his tongue along his bottom lip at her laughter

“I was actually wondering if you’re joining us tomorrow?” He already knew Runa would be there, he was apart of organising the new payment collection process they would be implementing.

“It’s collection day, of course I'll be there” She confirmed, moving to lay on her side unable to get comfortable.

“And today?” Sihtric also knew she wasn’t due to be with them.

“No, Uhtred said I wouldn’t be needed, Sundays are quiet apparently.”

“Hmm, they are but you could still pop in..” He was hopeful the suggestion might encourage her to turn up, even if just for a moment.

“I promised my nephews I’d be with them for lunch today, help out the sister-in-law.”

“Alright, well enjoy your day Runa.” She frowned hearing his almost inaudible sigh.

“You too, bye.” As she put the phone down on its receiver with a clunk the quiet of her small house hit her heavy and the small voice in her head cursed her for not getting his number in case she wanted to call him back.

“Fuck.” She swore loudly covering her face with her arms. trying to shut it out.

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“Woah, watch it,” Finan ruffled young Uhtred’s hair as the boy ran past him with a snooker cue through the quiet pub and the front door opened to reveal Ragnar followed closely by Jackdaw.

Finan sat next to Uhtred, resting his chin on his clasped hands leaning on the table listening to the unexpected discussion.

“I want you to send Runa with Finan.” Ragnar stated confidently, looking Uhtred in the eye.

“Why?” Uhtred furrowed his brows, his plan was to send her with Clapa on collections.

“Brother, we lost too much with the last turf war. Cnut is a strong leader, he has people that respect him should he need to step up and assist Brida but he will need a strong second, he will choose his sister to be that person.”

Before the brothers had managed to claim The Dunholm and Bebbanburg's Beacon on neighbouring boroughs, they had lost high ranking members on both sides due to outside and inside forces; Ragnar wanted a clear precise plan for takeover should anything happen to him so that Brida wasn’t left struggling to gain control of all that she had worked for alongside him.

“Uhtred I’m happy to do it, but does Brida support this decision?” Finan asked looking between Ragnar and Uhtred

“It was her idea. Believe it or not she trusts Runa with her life, we need her to be prepared and learn to take a step back before reacting in certain situations, just in case.” Ragnar twisted his glass between his fingers looking to Uhtred, he knew this could be a risk that doesn’t pay off but he had to try

“Consider it done, brother.” Uhtred was nervous, he knew his men well enough without words being spoken to know there was something going on, the last thing he needed was his firm being ripped apart from the inside over a woman, but Brida trusting her spoke volumes.

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Monday arrived quickly and Finan drove a black Jaguar through the city with Runa humming along to the radio in the plush leather passenger seat as they made their way to a small café on the edge of Uhtred’s borough that was late on their last payment. He had tried his best, keeping his focus on the road and traffic lights but every now and again he found himself stealing glances at his newest colleague in her pinstripe trouser suit covered by a black trench coat.

“Right, let's see what this guy has to say for himself.” Finan took a breath preparing to get out of the car when Runa spoke up.

“That is Sigefrid’s man” She pointed at Dagfin who was just visible through the glass front of the quiet café.

“You’re sure?” Finan didn’t want to be slapping about just anyone today if he could avoid it.

“I don’t forget a face.” Runa insisted with a nod.

“Nothing like spicing up a Monday with a fight,” He chuckled but his face quickly fell seeing Runa pull out her black revolver she’d tucked away out of sight and check over the bullets.

“Um, yeah, no. You aren’t going in there with that.” Finan shook his head and reached across snatching the gun out of her hands, Runa stared at him with a frown looking as if she wanted to punch him square in the face.

“What else have you got on you?” He asked not caring for her anger, hiding the gun away in his jacket.

“Hammer.” She admitted quietly, tapping her trench coats pocket not looking at him

“I’ll allow it.” It could still do some damage but less fear inducing to others than a firearm he thought.

“Oh will you now?” Runa sassed as Finan got out the car, straightening his single breasted suit jacket and rolling his shoulders.

Stomping behind Finan, the pair pushed open the glass door making a small bell jingle alerting everyone inside they’d arrived. The smell of coffee, grilled bacon and eggs hit their senses along with a wave of heat from the open kitchen visible to seating area.

“John boy, how’re you doin’?” Finan greeted the owner warmly but his face said something else entirely. The man stood in his greasy apron holding a metal spatula staring with his mouth open, unable to find any words.

“Oh I’m good thanks for asking, sorry I haven’t paid Uhtred I’ll do that for you right now.” Finan mocked John with his lack of response, a chair scraping against the linoleum flooring had Runa turn to see Dagfin approaching with another unknown man beside him

“He doesn’t answer to Uhtred anymore.” The tall stocky unnamed man spat directing his words to Finan, who simply looked between the owner and two other men with raised brows

“These boys bothering you, John?” He asked smirking, and the owner simply nodded. Finan threw a look over his shoulder to Runa and shrugged before unexpectedly headbutting the man with a heavy force making him fall to the floor.

A smile played on Runa’s lips at the scene in front of her as Finan grappled Dagfin who was trying to flee with ease. Finan held Dagfin by the hair and arm twisted up behind his back pushing his face down on the countertop, Runa hummed cheerfully pulling out and spinning the hammer around in her hand.

“Give me.” She demanded, taking his wrist and slamming it down next to his face so he had a clear view of what she was doing.

“This little piggy went to the market,” She smiled, wiggling the tip of his thumb.

“This little piggy stayed home,” Dagfin grunted and tried to move as she repeated the same on his index finger.

“This little piggy had roast beef,” She sang, cocking her head to the side with raised brows ignoring his protests.

“And this little piggy had none.” Her smile downturned as she tapped his ring finger, getting a low chuckle from Finan.

“And this little piggy...cried.” Her tone fell flat as she slammed the hammer down into the middle knuckle of Dagfin’s little finger and he screamed out in pain. She went to repeat the process but stopped when Finan shook his head at her.

“You’re on the wrong side of town fella.” Finan spoke lowly in Dagfin’s ear, before shoving him away towards the door and he ran out towards his car clutching his hand, followed by his disorientated friend.

“Now, how about that payment John?” Finan spoke to the owner, straightening his jacket again by tugging the front hem downwards, holding eye contact with Runa.

She took a deep breath shifting slightly under his gaze, the fire burning in the golden tones of his brown eyes bore into hers and that same feeling he had ignited with his confidence as they had danced started to creep into her once more. Runa cleared her throat, turning her attention to John who placed a very full looking brown envelope on to the counter and Finan took it tucking the money away in his inside pocket without acknowledging him, motioning for Runa to follow him with a jerk of his head.

The car ride back to Bebbanburg’s Beacon was even quieter; Runa wasn’t humming to the radio only staring straight ahead out the windshield window reminding herself she was pissed at Finan for taking away her gun, treating her like a child, and she wasn’t to be impressed with his ridiculous display of strength or confidence in any way shape or form.

Runa spent the evening tucked away in an alcove, sipping on her whiskey and chain smoking as she watched Rollo and Rypere idly play snooker; she refused to make any eye contact or conversation with Finan or Sihtric hoping to avoid adding more fuel to the turmoil that was growing more and more chaotic inside her head when Uhtred speaking up caught her attention.

“What are you doing here, Aethelwold?” He asked flatly not looking at the short blonde but only ahead at Gisela who was behind the bar.

“I came to share a story, a story about a so-called boogeyman who follows the orders of Ragnar.” He smiled at Gisela, accepting the brandy she slid towards him.

“Why do I need to hear this story?” Uhtred sighed, looking down the bar to Finan who watched on with Sihtric and Clapa..

“Because Uhtred, it turns out that some people who have been affected by the actions of this boogeyman chose to speak with Erik and Sigefrid, and it was discovered that this man is in fact a woman.” Aethelwold’s cocky smile only seemed to brighten as Uhtred turned to look at him with a raised brow knowing he had piqued his interest.

“A woman with red hair and blue eyes, at first they didn’t believe it because she is rumoured to have done some terrible things, but then Dagfin had an encounter with a woman today who fit this description a little too well standing alongside your most trusted man.” Aethelwold looked to Finan, implicating he knew exactly what had happened at the café earlier in the afternoon

Runa stood quietly, stubbing out her cigarette and walking over to the bar, positioning herself in the empty space between Finan and Aethelwold looking the shorter man in the eye.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Hello Runa.” Aethelwold’s face fell trying to appear tough, no one had spoken her name that night in the warehouse and she didn’t give it to Haesten at the casino either.

“I’ve been named?” She asked flatly.

“Oh you have, and they are very interested in seeing you again.” He took a sip of his brandy giving her a side glance as he did.

“Finan, my gun.” Runa’s tone was steady as she stepped so close into Aethelwold’s space her chest was touching his shoulder, staring him down. She had no intentions of shooting him, but having a firearm would make her feel more relaxed should any other unwanted visitors walk through the doors.

“No, I will return it the moment this shit has left the premises.” Sihtric looked to Finan with a small frown silently questioning why he took Runa’s weapon away from her in the first place.

“Looks like you won’t be shooting me in the balls today.” Aethelwold smiled widely, lifting his glass to his lips once more; Runa swiftly revealed a switchblade she kept in her waist coat pocket, flipping out the blade and slamming it down on the bar top.

“I could just cut them off?” Runa snarled getting closer to his face, she suspected that maybe it was him who had spoken of her to the brothers. Sihtric inhaled deeply through his nose, he recognised she was responding out of pure anger, being named and connected as family to Ragnar and Cnut made her a valuable target now.

“Aethelwold, I think it’s time you left.” Gisela spoke calmly, looking between Uhtred and Finan not wanting any violence taking place inside the pub.

Uhtred had Clapa escort Aethelwold out to his car while he made a call to The Dunholm warning Ragnar of what had just taken place; he had his own worries too. If Runa had been named then possibly Sihtric had too, revealing that they had been inside the casino on Friday night watching and listening. The next move to be made by Erik and Sigefrid could be happening much sooner than expected.

Next

End Notes: It's kicking off baby.

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Chaotic Alastor, Husk, and Niffty headcanons mayhaps??

Hey there hun! 🩷

Niffty:It's my turn to cook! What are we having? 😊

Alastor:*plops sinner down on table*

Niffty:Oh dear. That's quite a mess! That needs a proper cleaning.

Husk:AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS IS DISGUSTING-

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Alastor:Ah Husker my best friend! You know your like a brother to me?

Husk:I'd trade you for half a corn chip.

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Husk:You want me to do a fuckin dance?

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Husk:Wait

Husk:What do you think I do for a living?

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Husk:I'm leaving.

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Alastor:

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Husk:*throws up on the floor Niffty just cleaned*

Niffty:YOU MONSTER! HOW COULD YOU? YOU'VE TAKEN AWAY EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR! EVERYTHING I LOVE!

Alastor:Niffty you look beautiful in that dress! Quite the little darling.

Niffty:Thanks. I stole it from a woman I killed. It has pockets! :D

Niffty:You stink, go take a bath!

Husk:When your old you don't need to wash as much.

Niffty:You have ten seconds to get upstairs before I whoop your head off. 😊

Husk:You kids today and your fancy ass coats. Back in my day you had one outfit.

Alastor: Were the same age.

Husk:Don't talk back to me boy.

#hazbin hotel #Niffty #Alastor #husk #alastor hazbin hotel #Niffty hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #inncorrect quotes #Niffty x baxter

[lamentingocean]

Mafia Jaha x Reader

Tw: riding, humping, slight abuse, verbal abuse, slut name calling, money bragging and cheating, all of this is insane pls help me, drugs, casino crap, SEXUAL EVERYTHING HAHAH (I'm sick asf)

+Made by Your Favorite Blogger- Ocean!+

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I must always obey what jaha says. I was only a small worker in a restaurant until I saw him pull up to the drive thru with bucks of money on his hands If he's trying to shove it on my face to give me a powerful surge of jealousy or something. But no. even though he's a red flag with a suit that costs 500K. he's incredibly attractive.

This is only a backstory.

His long black hair....his red eyes that can win a beauty battle with the roses in the snow pinterest pictures, and his chin that can stab a brick wall in a second got you falling in silent love. having heart eyes directly at him if you're a yandere to your senpai. But it's a chance to take him from all these thots all over him.

he set up a party poster all over the town, just to celebrate his elimination of a cartel he has been enemies with for many years, so he's happy about it, nobody knows that he is a proficient badass at martial arts. especially with a sword, but let's not talk about that right now. I took my day off work to go to the party.

I used all of my currency to buy an expensive dress and used my last quarters to buy this popular makeup swarming around social media, it's flower knows it makeup just to look good for a man for a man I met on a fast food thru. but you got to do what you got to do. I showed up to his house. looking good and sexy for one man that can shoot you with one bullet.

Weak ass.

I caught one glimpse of him, and there he is. mooching off his booze and bathing himself with money. he can even take off his outfit and pour money of his cock if he wants to, but no. he drank aphrodisiacs and sugar at the same time with a mix of his favorite booze. but those same heart eyes still set on him like a target, but as soon I left. I saw him glimpse at me at the last second when I walked to expose his house more.

he was following me. thinking he's slick by hiding in corners pretending to avoid me, but everything I move to the crowd full of people, I hear footsteps behind me, and it's starting to terrify me. it's like a ghost wanting to assault me from behind me, but I can't see it. I entered the bathroom to take a tinkle.

Take a piss while I'm scrolling on tumblr. Someone knocked on the door while they could hear my audible trickling in the toilet, the person busted it. it's jaha.

his fists slammed against my hands to the wall. he's obviously drunk, horny, and on a sugar rush due to all the drugs he's taken. he's drooling from the mouth, and his eyes look like a white dirty condom on an abandoned hotel room floor. but he also looks like he's dead with those eyes. but you also smelt a stench coming from him, and it wasn't his body. or his breath.

His cock was frothing of pre-cum, dripping full of saliva of different woman, its also twitching uncontrollably which caught you off gaurd. he slowly slapped his hands on your thighs and forcefully opened your legs. At the same time. I didn't really overreact to his frothing mouth full of drugs in his breath that could possibly kill bugs and pigs. Two of the most disgusting things on earth.

he chuckled in delight to my face of no emotion to my pussy exposure, he went way beyond my pussy lips to leave his cock enter the door of my womb, i screamed out in lust, and then noticed the door behind him. it's open and then you started to overthink that people were gonna recording the mafia leader fucking a random girl in the bathroom just for internet comedy. he did your exact wish. he closed the door behind him. dispite being functional at a disgustingly rush of sex drugs and booze bottles.

he thrust his cock right in and out of your pussy lips. groaning at your squelching hot wet pussy enveloping in his dick skin. his cock throbbed inside you. I tried to cease my moans from my mouth by covering it. but he felt so damn good that I started to slowly move my fingers to rub my clit. he fucked you so hard that if people walk by the bathroom then they can hear sounds coming from inside. a small spray of pre-cum went out of your pussy since he's slamming into you so hard. He didn't even give you a warning.

he spread his thick load all of you, going from your chest, hand, arm, and face. once he finished the rest of his climax. his fingers flicked out and dug into your insides like he shoved a booze bottle into someone's ass. it was at this point that I couldn't hold in my moans anymore and just let it out without a care in the world. his fingers were coated with your vagina juices. his fingers were so goddamn big. That you cummed all over his fingers in such a short amount of time.

I'm writing this now in my free time since I was supposed to cook for jaha right before he went back to his headquarters. and that I'm probably slacking on my cooking time. I must do everything for him since he called me a bitch before. BUT he was only in a bad mood since some of his employees got shot in the chest by a new cartel targeting jaha for over 70 million dollars.

I went downstairs. I'm overall a housewive in my new life with a mafia man. Jaha is in the kitchen, throwing his money around like it's an addiction to flex around his own wife. until he glanced at you. "Where is my food lousy bitch. I have been standing here for the past 20 minutes." I took his attitude as an affection of love. I bow down as a form of respect and love. "I'm sorry babe..I'll get your lunch started soon♡"

"Ok, well. I need you to hurry up. I got places to be and things to do." I couldn't make his lunch that fast.

"Do you just want the leftovers then?" I suddenly felt a slap on my face that felt like a brick. he chuckled with his anger powdered voice.

"fuck the leftovers. I want a new dish. if you can make my dish properly. I will make sure to put you in a wheelchair just how you are impressively horny you are for my cock. just like we were fucking in that party I had 4 years ago. Do you have that clear slut?"

"Yes sir..." I held the slap in my face.

'"Actually...on second thought.."

I got picked up and thrown to the wall to see jaha's smirk of sexual addiction. he spoke out in words that shocked my hormones to the core. It's like it activated just by these single words. "Let's fuck. I don't care about work anymore other than to fuck you endlessly like a cum hungry slut." he zipped down his pants to see his stiff cock smelling clean like it's a human itself.

He slapped it right on my face, which could leave a mark, he glanced right at my face begging me to suck his dick off like a vacuum until he can cum endlessly until he can no longer cum again. drain his dick down. your mouth was filled with his cock. I suck it up and down just so I can catch a glimpse of jaha's horny nature, and it did work, but his dick got bigger due to getting harder by your natural mouth massage by his dick, he groaned once again, rubbing your locks in as if he's mesmerized by your beauty. his dick tip started to pump his pre-cum into the hole of your mouth so you could swallow it every time you suck him off up and down. He threw his head back in unforgivable lust, radiating arousal for your mouth tricks. his hair wicked back and forth just he can spread his groans all around the empty walls of our expensive home. his pre-cum leaked out of your mouth and started to overfill your taste buds with it. until he actually did shoot his gun shot like load right inside your mouth, pumping it so full that you nearly choked at his cum load. right before his load.

he covered his mouth and rolled his eyes back with his sweat dripping down his expensive suit, with his face feeling so hot of toxic love that he's burning in poison in the midst of calling his wife a bitch uncontrollably. he did a finger signal to come over to my lap and make out with me.

"we aren't over"

(MY X READERS ARE GETTING MORE DIRTIER OML)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

[honyakuninakunaru]

Together At The Carnival Of The Flowers // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Courtyard)

Akira: "Hmm, where could Mithra be... He wasn't in his room..."

Mitile: "Master Sage!"

Rutile: "We found him! He's up there!"

Akira: "On the... rooftop? Ah! You're right!"

Shifting my gaze upwards, I saw Mithra’s sprawled figure.

Akira: “HELーLOOO!”

Rutile and Mitile: “MISTER MIーTHRAー!”

Mithra: “...Hm?”

Akira: “MIーTHRA! SHALL WE GO TO THE CARNIVAL OF THE FLOWERS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAーY?”

Mithra: “.....”

Rutile: “Ah! He's waving at us!”

Akira: “At least he's listening...!”

I raised the invitation I'd brought and waved it high up for Mithra to see.

Akira: “One of Shylock’s old acquaintances signed over this magic playground to him! I had lots of fun when I went with Shylock, so I’d love to bring you there for your birthday!!”

Mithra: “What on earth are you three doing?”

Akira, Rutile and Mitile: “Whaー!”

Akira: “Mithra! Weren't you up on the...”

Mithra: “Didn't you need me for something?”

Akira: “Yes, and I was just explaining it to you...”

Mithra: “Explaining what?”

Mitile: “Erm...”

Rutile: “Did you perhaps not hear us well?”

Mithra: “No.”

Akira: “(So he wasn't listening at all, huh...) I-I’ll explain it once more then. Since your birthday is coming up soon..."

CHAPTER 2

(Mithra's room)

Several days after that, I paid Mithra a visit.

Akira: "Thank you for making the time for this! I'm glad I get to plan your birthday party!"

Mithra: "Rutile and Mitile wouldn't stop pestering me about it, so... In exchange, you must absolutely put me to sleep tonight."

Akira: "Ahaha... I'll do my best... Here. Write your name and chant your spell, please. That will open the gates to the playground."

I placed said gates - as tall as a picture frame, with ivies and flowers coiling around them - on the table.

(Scribbling)

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Creaking)

The moment Mithra chanted his spell, light enveloped the invitation and the playground's doors began to flicker. Then, little by little, fog engulfed the entire room.

(Casino)

When the fog lifted, we found ourselves in a lavish casino. Everything around us was blindingly dazzling.

Mithra: "...You know, I'm not a fan of having my clothes randomly changed. You've got quite the nerve doing that."

Akira: "T-This is a sort of welcome! Everybody who's been invited has their outfit changed. Yours looks great on you!"

Suddenly, a tin puppet with arms full of tokens came to us.

Akira: "Oh, they've brought us chips to play with. Shall we play a game? If we need a dealer, we can always ask the puppet."

Mithra: "Well, I suppose we could go for a round since we're already here anyway."

He took a chip from the puppet and brought forward his hands in fists.

Mithra: "Here, try and guess."

Akira: "Uhmm... (Does he want me to guess in which hand the chip is?)"

Mithra: "Choose wisely. If you guess right, I'll do anything you ask. But if you guess wrong... I'll have your arm."

Akira: "M-My...arm?!"

Mithra's crystal green eyes gaze coldly at me. Face unchanging, he continued.

Mithra: "... I think that's only fair. I have to comply with every little thing you say just to get you to put me to sleep every single time. It would be much faster if I could simply snatch that hand of yours. This is the best birthday gift I could ever receive, no?"

There was nothing unusual in the way he said this - neither his tone nor his expression. Shivers ran down my spine at the realisation that Mithra might not be joking.

Akira: "(I should tell him that won't do, but...)"

Mithra: "Come on, choose. It's all up to you."

Akira: "...Alright then..."

CHAPTER 3

With a trembling finger, I pointed at Mithra's right hand.

Akira: "Uhm..."

When I did, Mithra opened both fists, dropping the chip from his left hand.

Akira: "Ah...!"

Mithra: "You lost. Then, if you'll excuse me."

Akira: "Mithra, waitー!"

Mithra gripped my right arm and squeezed so hard it hurt.

Mithra: "....."

Just as I was about to cry out, he suddenly let go.

Akira: "...Eh?"

I slumped down on the floor. Breathing hard, I felt the pounding of my heart resonate within my entire body. Looking down at me, Mithra spoke.

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Amusement park)

Akira: "Whoa...!"

In a flash, the scenery around us changed. We were now in an amusement park one would expect to see children play.

Mithra: "If you're going to chaperone me, I'd rather it be a place like this. It's a bit too early for a casino."

Akira: "S-So this is what you meant when you said you'd have my arm?!"

Mithra: "I was kidding earlier. Come on, you can stop shaking in your boots now, you're ruining the mood."

Mithra grabbed my arm once more and helped me back to my feet. This time, he was much gentler, as if he was trying to cheer up a child.

Akira: "(He gave me quite a scare just now... Turns out he was worried... In his own, Mithra way.)"

Though my heart was yet to calm down, I wanted to spend Mithra's birthday having fun.

Akira: "...Then, shall we ride on that flying merry-go-round?"

Mithra: "Sure, if that's what you deem fun. You said you'd escort me, right? Let's go."

Akira: "Yep, leave it to me!"

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(After a while...)

Akira: "Huff...Huff... I-I thought it was going to be a... fun ride, but..."

Mithra: "You were letting out quite the screams earlier. You almost sounded like a dying bird."

Akira: "I-I didn't know there was a ruse that would snap the cord of the swing! ....Ah."

(Petals fluttering)

Mithra: "...What is this?"

Akira: "(It's our return call...)"

The exit doors will open once the person invited to the Carnival of the Flowers has enjoyed themselves to their heart's content. When that time comes, flower petals will come fluttering down to send them back.

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(Mithra's room)

Soon, the mist that had enveloped us at first brought us back to Mithra's room.

Mithra: "Well that wasn't too grand."

Akira: "(...These kinds of things aren't good for my heart...) Well, Mithra, did you enjoyー"

Mithra: "Yes. Here."

Without allowing me to finish my question, Mithra extended his hand to me. Smiling wryly, I took his hand in mine.

Akira: "Mhm, I'll do my best to help you sleep."

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "...What's wrong?"

Mithra looked at my hand for a while before muttering to himself.

Mithra: "A warm hand is better than a cold one, I suppose."

Akira: "Eh...? (This isn't another of his jokess is it...)"

(Door opening)

Rutile and Mitile: "Good evening!"

Akira: "What's up, you two?"

Mithra: "...What brings you here so late?"

Rutile: "I see you've returned from the playground! We're almost done with the party arrangements, so we came to check on you!"

Mitile: "We've prepared lots and lots of food! Hope you'll like it! Of course, you should come too, Master Sage!"

Rutile: "We'll be waiting for you!"

(Door closing)

Akira: "Ahaha, seems like you'll have to be awake for a little longer."

Mithra: "Oh, woe is me..."

Despite the big sigh he heaved, Mithra didn't look the least displeased.

Akira: "Thank you for everything you've done today, Mithra. Happy birthday."

A Fun And Peaceful Party? // Card Training Episode

(Courtyard)

Akira: "Are you taking an afternoon nap in the courtyard today, Mithra?"

Mithra: "I was trying to, but this spot is an absolute no-go. First, the twins came up and tried to talk to me, and then that Central knight invited me to spar. It's simply too noisy."

Akira: "A lot of people pass through here, so it is lively. It was the same on your birthday, though, wasn't it? Everybody was coming up to talk to you and congratulate you."

Mithra: "Congratulate me...?"

Akira: "Yeah...? Do you remember the birthday party everybody threw you?"

Mithra: "Oh, right, there was something like that. I reckon the southern brothers were noisier and pushier than usual. I understand why they'd want to thank me. They do cause me a lot of trouble."

Akira: "They prepared your favourite meals and invited everyone as well. Even Owen and Bradley showed up! Though, Snow and White did tie them to a chair so they wouldn't run away..."

Mithra: "And here I thought they were into something weird. They were mumbling about killing those twins later and such... The looks on their faces were absolutely priceless."

Akira: "Ahaha... (The aftermath of that was quite the scene though...) Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself! That's all that matters."

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Big thanks to @sleepyena for providing the raws for this story!

#translation #mithra #mahoyaku