#Casino au

[sm-baby]

POMNIVERSE - Casino Night!

ko-fi☕ || Context🚗 || Context��

TWO NEW POMNIS HAVE JOINED THE JOURNEY!

For this adventure, The Pomnis are put in a Casino, where they are alerted for a future attack, in which they have to save as many guests and fellow workers as possible !! GOODLUCK !!!!!!!!!!!

Casino AU Pomni - @cna-enterprise

Animated AU Pomni - @the-amazing-animated-circus

Freakshow AU Pomni - @hootbon

Carnival AU Pomni - Me teehee

[missterious-figure]

Peacock Sun: Majestic Bastard

Yet another new au!! Wine and Feathers.

So you just started working as a zookeeper in this half bird dome, half casino sorta thing called the Birds of Paradise. But the birds are definitely not normal. Sun and Moon are performers for the guests. They do dances, tricks, and are even allow to be pet.

When Sun isn't performing, he's either hanging around the bar, wandering around the dome, or following y/n around. Y/n, who has always been obsessed with birds, is Sun and Moons new handler. But the two act rather strangely around y/n...

[spirit-lanterns]

IT'S SHOWTIME!

synopsis: (casino! AU) you're the center of attention for the penacony women.

featuring: black swan, acheron, sparkle, firefly, robin

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, bunny hybrid reader, playboy bunnysuit, se.x work, body shots, alcohol, body worship, ni.pple su.cking, tummy worship, orgy (technically a sixsome), cunnilin.gus, fing.ering, exhibition, slight voyeu.rism, stra.p on, pillow hu.mping (firefly), might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: what does the fox say

“Stop hogging her! I want a taste!”

Sparkle groaned as she tried pushing Acheron off your body, the ranger’s eager tongue still lapping at your breast with devotion similar to worship. Sparkle was getting jealous, both needy and desperate for your attention as she tried to reign the galaxy ranger back for a taste of your sweet, soft, skin. “Acheron, it’s Sparkle’s turn,” Black Swan reminds calmly, delicate fingers wrapping around the neck of the wine bottle, before spilling the crimson liquid down your body for Sparkle to have her fill. 

With one last groan of lust, Acheron hesitantly parted her lips from your nipple and gasped when Sparkle roughly tugged her hair back. The masked fool immediately dived in to suck on your right breast, earning a high-pitched whine from your lips that had all the women groaning. “So…good…” You hear Sparkle mumble breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure while she lapped up any trickles of wine that clung to the sensitive area of your breast. 

With your bunny suit peeled back and the eager slurping sounds of Sparkle sucking on your boobs, you weakly looked up to see Acheron licking her lips and staring down at you with lust, Black Swan sneaking a few sips from the wine bottle, while her multiple hands held you down and massaged your thighs…

…To your left, the ever-so-famous Robin sat desperately on the couch, legs parted with her dress hitched up her thighs, masturbating to the sight of you being devoured by these three beautiful women. To your right, the adorable and sweet Firefly sat nervously with a throw pillow lodged underneath her thighs, weakly humping the lucky pillow to the sounds of your moans and having come a few times due to her relentless riding.

Five women. Five women in total were in the casino with you tonight. You’ve had more women before, but this was the first time Black Swan, Acheron, Sparkle, Firefly and Robin were in the casino with you tonight, and only them. It seemed that the other usual patrons were too busy to visit Penacony tonight, but nevertheless, these five women were more than enough to spoil you like the perfect bunny that you were. 

As Sparkle continued puckering her lips around your nipples, Black Swan used one of her crystal-like hands to wag a finger over for Robin. “Robin, why don’t you come over here and try the wine on her tummy. It’s quite soft and I think you’ve deserved it.” Black Swan chuckles before pouring some more wine down the stomach, the warm liquid sliding down your cute tummy and making you gasp in sensitivity. 

With a wag of your little cotton tail, Acheron groaned and couldn’t control herself, leaning in to try and lick the alcohol up for herself before being roughly stopped by one of Black Swan’s crystal hands. 

“It’s Robin’s turn, dear.” She reminds, keeping Acheron from devouring you whole while Robin eagerly scampers to your side, leaning down to trace her tongue over your stomach. 

“Mmmpf…” the enchanting singer lost herself in the taste of you as she worked with Sparkle to worship your beautiful body with their lips. Poor Acheron was still left being held back by Black Swan’s arms, and Firefly was still waiting for her turn patiently like the good girl that she was. After all, she did lose the gamble first, at least she was patient enough to wait for her turn… (unlike Acheron)

“Acheron, dear…” Black Swan hummed, planting a small kiss to your left bunny ear and playing with your cottontail with her free hand, “Why don’t you go grab a strap on that we packed? The eight-inch one, thank you.” 

She smirked before planting small kisses to your rabbit ears affectionately, making you arch your back and shove more of yourself against Sparkle and Robin’s eager mouths. As Acheron reluctantly left your side to search through the assortment of sex toys that the women had packed for you, Black Swan glanced over at Firefly and chuckled. “Firefly, come over here, I have quite the surprise for you.”

Firefly’s eyes lit up and she paused her ministrations of humping the small throw pillow. Carefully, she crawled closer to you when Black Swan suddenly peeled the rest of your bunny suit down, revealing your sopping wet pussy. Upon your slick folds being exposed into view, Sparkle groaned before trying to make her way down, practically drooling at the sight before being tugged away by Black Swan. 

“No need to be greedy, you already have the bunny’s breasts to yourself.” Black Swan reprimands, causing Sparkle to grumble in frustration. She glares up at the memokeeper before going back to her designated area. Robin, too busy with worshiping your cute stomach, didn’t pay any mind to you pussy as she was too grateful for being in the mere presence of you alone. You were the casino’s Golden Bunny for a reason, so to have your body all to themselves was something only simple patrons at the casino could ever dream of. You were theirs, and only theirs…

Once Acheron came back with a dildo and harness in hand, Black Swan grinned before snatching the two toys into her crystal hands, handing them to the nervously anticipating Firefly.

“Wha—” Acheron and Sparkle both gasped when they saw that the sweet girl; Firefly, would be the one rawdogging you with the strap. Robin smiled softly at Firefly’s expression of surprise, and the poor girl was left stammering up an excuse when presented with the eight-inch toy.

“Ah— wait! This is for me?” Firefly nervously glanced down at the toy and harness in her hands, then at you, then at your gaping wet pussy that begged for some attention. She gulped as she couldn’t deny how turned on she was, wanting to see your cute nose twitch with pleasure all the while she made you feel good with her body…

“Hold up! Firefly is using the strap?” Sparkle’s expression instantly turned to an irritated one as she let go of your left nipple with a ‘pop!’ “That’s not fair! She lost the gamble! If anything, either you or me should be the one fucking our bunny…”

Loudly voicing her opinions, Sparkle was briefly shushed by Robin who pulled her aside. “We’ll all get a turn with the strap. Our bunny loves it when we take turns…no need to be so loud.”

Robin pouts and reaches up to pet your ears, trying to comfort them as she knew they were more sensitive to noise. Sparkle shrunk down sheepishly, before both women apologized for bickering in front of you. 

“What cute darlings you are…” Black Swan chuckled, gently parting your legs with her crystal hands and tracing the outline of your folds before looking up at Acheron. “That being said, Acheron. Why don’t you get our bunny nice and wet so Miss Firefly can have an easier time fitting inside her.” 

Firefly gulped and sat off to the side, trying to figure out how to put on the harness in the first place. While that was all happening, Acheron eagerly got on her knees in front of you, using her hands to spread your legs further apart so that she could have easier access to your hole. With Sparkle and Robin sitting off to the side and watching the whole ordeal, Acheron quickly started stroking her thick tongue against your puffy folds. Already stimulated from all the tongue action you received moments prior, you were already bucking your hips wildly, needing to be restrained by Black Swan, Sparkle, and Robin all at the same time.

“Such a needy bunny…” Black Swan coos.

“Her tail is wagging so much…” Robin sighs blissfully.

“I’m next with the strap, okay?” Sparkle huffs quite madly.

“Uhhh guys, I think I need some help.” Firefly whimpers, still trying to figure out how to attach the harness to the base of the dildo while Acheron eats you out. 

“Sparkle, go help Firefly.” Black Swan commands, ordering her to help figure out the strap on since Firefly had never worn one before. As Sparkle reluctantly crawled over to help the poor girl, you were busy writhing under Acheron’s strong grip, her tongue proving too thick and too tough for you to handle as she sank the tip of her muscle in and out of your folds. Desperate and horny noises left Acheron’s mouth as she became addicted to your taste, messy juices and stains of slick coating her lower face like a starved woman finally having her first meal. 

Pussydrunk that she was, Acheron just couldn’t get enough of you. She was breathing so heavily, so carnally. She couldn’t even register the fact that Black Swan had nudged her head away again, her fingers prodding closer to your pussy and gently fingering you to see how tight you were.

“Ah…she’s still quite tight,” Black Swan breathes out shallowly, yet smiling at the way her fingers manage to squeeze in, “But so wet. Our bunny is practically in heat thanks to us…”

All eyes locked on you, you whimpered when Black Swan gestured for Firefly to walk over in front of you. Now complete with an eight-inch strap tied to her waist, Firefly whimpered and reluctantly positioned herself in front of you. 

“Are…Are you sure I should be the one to do this? I don’t want to hurt our bunny by going too rough…” Firefly looked down at you and frowned, gently petting your head and caressing your face.

“Pfft, as if a sweet thing like you could ever go rough.”

“Sparkle!”

Robin lightly smacked Sparkle’s thigh and the two were quickly hushed by Acheron. Positioned behind Firefly, Acheron slowly slid her hands around Firefly’s waist to help her angle her cock properly. “If you are unsure, I can help guide you at a beginner’s pace until you get the hang of it.”

“That…That would be nice, thanks Acheron.” Firefly gulped and looked down at you with love in her eyes. She was so smitten at the way you were sprawled out in front of her, her own pussy twitching with need to see you moaning and clenching down on her cock like the cute little bunny that you were. 

“Hurry up, I want to see this bunny bounce on my cock next.” Sparkle reminds, clearly impatient with the pace they were going at. 

“Er…just take your time, Firefly. The casino is open all night. I’m sure all of us will get a turn!” Robin assures. 

“Indeed, Acheron and I have packed quite a few toys for tonight. Some of them shipped from Kafka and Asta actually…” Black Swan chuckles and uses her fingers to spread your pussy lips wider just for Firefly. “Just take your time, I’m sure our bunny loves it when we do that, don’t you girl?”

All five women look down at you with lust present in their gaze. You were used to this, of course you were. This was your job as the Golden Bunny of the casino, yet you’d be lying if you say you didn’t  get butterflies from the beautiful women you called your “VIP patrons.”

Taking a deep breath, Firefly slowly moved to push her strap in, hips involuntarily bucking up to meet her engorging length, as you figured this would definitely be a long, yet enjoyable night with your loyal and devoted patrons. 

“Oh, if only the other women could see you now, pretty bunny…” Black Swan murmurs, soothingly stroking your hair as Firefly sloppily thrusted into you with the help of Acheron from behind. “It’s a shame not a lot of them could make it. They’d all enjoy the show you are putting up for us, hmmm?” 

Suddenly, as if on cue, Black Swan’s phone rang and she used one of her crystal hands to fetch it out of her bag. While Firefly continued to fuck you on her cock, Black Swan answered the phone while still prying you open on her fingers.

“Black Swan speaking,” she answered quietly, not really caring for the fact she was in the middle of a big orgy. “Oh? Is that so?”

As soon as the conversation started, it ended. With Black Swan laying her phone on the table and smirking down at you with lustful eyes. “That was your Boss, little bunny,” she says with tease in her tone. 

“It seems that a few other women had managed to come after all.”

[ner5y]

Multiple pomnis were harmed in the filming of this video.

@sm-baby

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 15

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

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You sit up as the faucet runs, the bathroom door slightly open. You look around, searching for your own shoes, not these annoying heels. As you get up, Bucky emerges, swiping his hands over his dark hair. You gulp and stop short. You gape at his shirtless torso. 

“You going somewhere, doll?” He asks. 

“Um, yeah, home,” you tear your eyes off of him. 

“Home? It’s late.” 

“I know but... my mom...” 

“I bet she’s asleep. She won’t know the difference, doll. I can’t let you go off into the night like that,” he insists as he comes closer. 

“But I...” you scour the room for your purse. You really don’t know how you’ll explain it all to your mom. You can’t go home in this dress and makeup. “I have to--” 

“Who say? You’re an adult, aren’t ya? You can stay.” He comes close and puts his hands on your shoulders, “you’re not gonna leave me all alone, are you?” 

“Bucky, I...” you chew your lip. “I had fun...” 

“But you can’t stay and snuggle. I get it. You’re a special girl, maybe I just don’t deserve ya,” he frowns. “And I’m not gonna make you stay but I can’t let you go off alone. So let me get dressed and I’ll drive you home.” 

You look at him. Your chest tweaks. He did all this for you. He’s already half undressed for the day and you can see the fatigue around his eyes. To be honest, you’re exhausted yourself. 

“No, I can’t-- I’ll stay,” you try to smile but you’re too nervous to do more than show your teeth. 

“You don’t gotta feel sorry for me,” he scoffs. 

“Sorry for you?” You pout, “no. How could I—what would I feel sorry for?” 

His throat bobs and he looks away, “you really are a sweet girl.” 

“Bucky,” you step closer, then stop yourself. You notice the muscles in his chest. He’s so strong and big. It’s distracting. “I’m just me. I... you—you own this whole place, why would I feel bad for you? It’s not... that. I’m just...” your lashes flick and your eyes drift down to his muscled stomach. You tear them away in shame, “nervous.” 

“Nervous,” he looks at you, almost bashfully as he keeps his chin tilted down. “About what?” 

“Well, er... everything. You. I... I’m just... it’s all so new, that’s all.” You twist your hand around your finger. “I didn’t mean to... hurt you.” 

He stares at you and takes a deep breath. He stands up straight and comes closer. “Aw, doll, no. Don’t give me that face. It makes me want you even more. To show you that you don’t need to be nervous. I wanna take care of ya. That’s the deal, isn’t it? I’m gonna give you everything you could ever dream of and all I’m asking is for you to keep being sweet to me.” 

He brings a hand up to cup your chin and you shiver. His thumb rubs along the line of your jaw as you peer up at him, “come on.” 

He gently urges you toward the bed. You put your hand on his wrist and stop him. You run your touch down his forearm. 

“I can’t sleep in this,” you look down at the dress. “Too tight.” 

“Ah, you want one of mine, doll?” He chuckles and reluctantly pulls his hand away. 

He turns and strides to the closet. To your surprise, there are clothes inside. Some of them you recognise from the racks of dresses you browsed earlier. He reaches inside and takes out a black button up. He comes back to you as he slips it off the hanger. 

He hands it over and you thank him. You feel the fabric, it’s soft. It’ll be nicer than the pinch of the seams. 

“Can I unzip ya?” He rasps. You sense the tension in his voice, as if he can barely get it out. 

“Oh, sure.” 

You turn your back to him, as much to hide your own burning blush as to hide from the heat roiling from him. You wince as his thumb brushes your skin and he slowly pulls down the tab of the zipper. You quiver out your breath and clutch the bodice of the dress as it slackens. You look at him from the corner of your eye. 

His fingertips trail up your spine and he steps closer. You brace yourself. He sniffs and pulls his hand away. 

“I’ll close my eyes,” he puts his hand over his face and turns on his heel. 

You don’t move right away. His presence is like a noose. You step away from him and put the shirt on the bed. You shimmy out of the dress and swipe it quickly off the floor. You put the shirt on and button it up. You unhook your bra and slide it off one arm at a time before pulling it through it free from beneath the fabric. 

You gather up the shirt and bra and clear your throat, “you can look now.” 

He accepts your invitation eagerly. He looks at you. Nowhere else but you. As you carry the clothing to rest on the dresser, he hums. Your legs tingle as they’re exposed to the room and him. They were before but now you feel even barer. 

As he approaches, you wrench back and face him. He stops to step out of his pants and you watch him in disbelief. He has only his dark briefs left. The twitch under the fabric gives you a start. You squeak and hurry for the bed. That’s not because of you... no, but... 

He follows. You climb up just ahead of him and his weight dips beside you. You push your legs under the covers as he reaches back to flip the light switch beside the headboard. The lamp goes out and he groans as he jostles closer. 

You lay down and just as quickly you’re locked in his embrace. His warm breath fans over your cheek as he nestles in close and brushes his nose along your cheek. His hand traces up and down your side and he clutches your hip. He pulls you flush to him. You can fill him—it—moving against your thigh. 

“Doll, ain’t this nice? Just us, just snuggling,” he purrs and tucks his hand under you, hooking a leg around yours. “I wish it could last forever.” You hum, unsure what to say. He kisses your cheek and hushes your silence, “sweet dreams. Don’t think I could sleep any better than next to you.” 

🃏

Sleep shrouds you in a shallow void. You can sense everything around you. Your mind won’t let go of your strange surroundings or the man next to you. Before you open your eyes, you try to convince yourself it was all a dream. 

You open your eyes to find the truth vivid before you. Bucky entwines himself in your as he snores into your hair. His arm is hooked around you and you’re not sure you’re okay about his hand being where it is. As you squirm, he kneads your ass. 

You reach back to stop him and he growls. The sound makes your chest twinge and you arch your back as his fingers curl deeper into your soft flesh. You cling to him as he holds you close. 

“Mmm,” he drones groggily, “you’re so warm, baby.” 

He rocks his pelvis and you feel just what you did the night before. He’s hard. The realization freezes you. You gulp and put your other hand over his thigh, squeezing him through the blankets. 

“Bucky,” you squeak, “Bucky?” 

“So good,” he continues to tilt his hips in a lewd rhythm. 

You turn to look at him, pulling back to see him. You’re caught in his hold. His eyes are closed as he lays beside you. Is he asleep? 

He continues to roll into you. You don’t know what to do. You’re embarrassed and helpless. He keeps on as you babble and blink up at the hotel ceiling. He grunts and jerks, shakes, then stops altogether. You shudder. 

“Bucky,” you say louder as you writhe in his arm. 

“Mm, ugh, huh,” he mutters as you tap his shoulder frantically. “Doll, what’s--” 

You look down as you feel something wet seep through the shirt. He releases you as he leans back and lifts the blanket. He peeks down and quickly sits up. Before you can say a word, he swings his legs over the edge and stands. He storms into the bathroom and the door snaps behind him. 

You gape after him. When at last you can move, you drag the blanket away from the mattress. You look at the wet spot on your shirt and push yourself up. You’re not sure but you are sure. It can’t be anything else. You’ve heard of it happening to men in their sleep but you always thought it only happened to teens. 

The door opens and you pop your head up. Bucky comes out with a towel around his waist and his hand on his forehead, “doll. I’m so sorry. I was dreaming and...of you, of course, but I got carried away. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t realise...” he swallows and closes his eyes. He tilts his head and drops his arm, “I’m so embarrassed.” 

“Uh, oh, I... I... well, I guess it happens, right?” You can’t look at him.  

“Well, not really. I gotta be honest, I mean, after this, there’s no point lying but... this doesn’t happen to me. Not often. Not since... well, it was a while ago,” he explains. “I guess you just do that to me.” 

“Erm, oh, I... I’m sorry?” You say. 

“Sorry, doll,” he chuckles and nears the bed. “Baby,” his voice grits in his throat, “do you know the last time a woman made me feel anything? At all? You got me feeling all sort of ways,” he exhales with a quake and reaches for you. 

You look at him as he latches onto your arm. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, “come here.” 

“Bucky--” 

He forces you to your feet and wraps you up in a hug, “I mean it, doll, I’m crazy for ya. And I’m tryna be patient but... you can see, I’m struggling. Huh? Can I have a little? Please.” 

You bat your lashes and dare to look up at him. His blue eyes are blazing and his cheeks are slightly tinged pink. Your stomach is flip flopping. 

“I...” you push your lips together and swallow, “what... what exactly... um, what did you want?” 

He trembles as he brings his hand up your arm and over your shoulder. He cradles your head and lets out another purr, “can I taste it? Please?” 

“Taste?” You echo thinly. 

“Baby, you don’t gotta do nothing. Just lay back, right? It’s like kissing. Mhmm. I’ll just be doing it...” his eyes drift lower and his nose furrows as if he’s snarling, “down there.” 

“I... I never...” 

“Promise, I’ll be nice. I just wanna try it. Alright? You say stop, I’ll stop, but baby,” his nails graze your scalp, “I’m getting hard again. It hurts.” 

You stare up at him, speechless. What do you say? What can you say? You’re in this hotel with him. The reason you’re there and could just as easily be the reason you’re not. And he’s you’re only way home. 

All of this, the room, the casino, last night, it’s all because of him. He gives and gives and you don’t see how you can keep taking. You squeeze your thighs together as they tingle. 

“Okay,” you whisper. 

“Okay?” He twitches. 

You nod as your eyes flit back and forth, “er, what... what do I do?” 

He exhales and puts his hands on your shoulders as he parts. He guides you back to the bed until your thighs meet the side, “you just sit, doll.” He shoves you down until you’re on the mattress, “I’ll do the rest.” 

You keep your eyes straight. Your body’s all locked up. You can’t move. He gets on his knees and moves toward you. He reaches under the shirt and grabs onto your panties. He tugs. 

“Help me out, baby,” he growls. 

You lift yourself slightly, just until he gets them past your bottom. You fall back down heavily. You’re buzzing in disbelief. He rolls your panties down your legs and off your ankles. He flings them away. 

He pulls your knees apart and you squeak as cool air grazes along your exposed cunt. He bends forward and kisses your thigh. You squeal. 

“Baby, I promise, I’ll be nice,” he speaks against your skin, his warm sweat smearing up your leg, “just be good. Be good for me, baby.” 

He shoves his head under the shirt and you exclaim as his tongue swipes up your cunt. You slap your hand against his head and thrash. He reaches back to hold your hand against his hair and buries his face into you. He hums and flicks his tongue. It sends a thrill through you. 

Your toes curl and your muscles strain. He keeps his tongue moving, and you push your head back as you lean your pelvis into him. Oh, wow.  

[midnightarcheress]

thinking of you becoming price's personal lucky charm :)

cw: f!reader. slightly nsfw. very rushed/unedited. idk shit about casinos or card games lol. 1 | more casino!141

when your friend begged you to dress up fancy and go out with them, a casino was not what you had in mind. especially not an underground one, entrance hardly visible in the dimly lit street, where you even needed a password to get in.

despite being far from your definition of a night out, you decide to give one of the games a chance. the roulette seemed the easiest, with seemingly less rules to learn, and to your surprise, you're crushing it. starting with safe outside bets, you make your way to straight bets and stay winning every single one of them. 

at your winning streak, you sense two sets of eyes on you, almost burning your flesh with the heat that crawls to your cheeks. you peek over your shoulder and meet two burly men, one with an icy stare and half-covered face, the other with an adorable boyish smirk and a mohawk. still, both glare at you with an intense puzzled gaze, laced with curiosity and an underlying hunger that makes you shiver. 

suddenly, you feel a rough hand settling on your lower back, nearly making you jump on your seat, “what does the pretty lady think about heading to the vip section?” the man says, pearly smile doing a perfectly good job in luring you in, “all that luck needs to be put to good use.”

you ponder for a second, fearing that once you’re in, all your fortune will slip out your fingers and the beginner’s luck will be gone forever. but his sweet brown eyes are too convincing, and you nod, taking his hand and walking through a mysterious door.

“i– i don’t know how to play poker,” you stutter, brows knitted together at the sight of a round table with piles of chips in the center.

"don't worry, love, you're not here to play," a bearded man says, gruff voice followed by a puff of his cigar. he seems a bit older than the one who brought you inside or the two observers, ocean-blue eyes looking at you tenderly, but the sly smirk on his face doesn't go unnoticed.

he pats his thigh, gesturing for you to sit, "my men say you've been quite lucky out there," a smoke cloud forms in front of him, mingling with the strong scent of his cologne, "let's check."

hesitantly, you comply, plush thighs meeting his firm one. he chuckles at your shyness and pulls you closer to his torso by your waist, positioning your ass right above his growing bulge and you bite back a squeal, "name's John."

the game restarts and you watch the dealer distributing the cards. you glance at his hand and he holds five cards, all hearts, which must be a good sign, given the way he squeezed your hip, certainly hard enough to leave a bruise. not that you minded, considering the damp spot forming between your legs.

"would you look at that, straight flush," he flashes you a grin, cigar dangling from his lips as his laugh echoes amongst the annoyed huffs of other players.

his fingers trace your spine, teasingly edging the waistband of your skirt as you try your best not to squirm, "mighty luck you have, love," he whispers in your ear, beard gently grazing your neck.

he hands you one of his golden chips, "for you, as a thank you," your eyes widen at the number 1000 etched in the back, promptly pushing back the gift. he shakes his head, palm sneaking its way to your inner thigh, "there's way more where that came from."

it's safe to say you might become an avid gambler after tonight.

[drac-outter]

THEM ❤️❤️

Casino AU by: @cna-enterprise

Extra:

[attleboy]

sorry for slow art, i HAVE been drawing ive just been a lil distracted... going on. uh. side quests... 😁

anyway i offer the edit of mr. pomni zvezda fighting demons i made last night!!

for those unaware this is pomni from the casino au by @sywene-06 for which the official au tumblr is over here -> @cna-enterprise :)

also heres the og pic i drew over... doom art

[jukoduko]

IT'S FINALLY DONE!

A BIG OL COLLECTION OF JUKENITO MEETING A BUNCH OF OTHER KINITOPET AUS!!!! Credits: Me for Jukenito/The Beach AU @fadv4mpz for the Insanity AU @mnemomatica for the Go Home, Stay Home AU @crazed-cat for the Failed Lifeform AU beautifulandeternal for the Trojan AU @webcxre for the Synchronic AU destinasia__ for the Digital Guardian AU @sin-simps for TV Head!Kinito @can-your-kinitopet for the Kinitosyte AU @omuricebreakfast for the Casino AU @the-autumn-apple-artworks for the New Life AU @clerk427 for their unnamed AU

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Summary: you meet a mysterious manon a night out with your sister.(petite!reader)

Status: In Progress

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[omuricebreakfast]

IT'S TIME.

Guh,, i've been errrrmmmm procrastinating on posting >>;7 Maybe I should put up a mini schedule or something.. BUT, I HAVE DOODLES TO SHOW!!!!!!!! (finally) While I continue to procrastinate on finalizing the Dating Sim AU designs for Kinito and friends I've been emmm making more au's! One of which has completely taken over my brain!!! So, have my Casino au KinitoPET designs! (Shoutout to @vam-piritz for helping me with Kinito's colors bc gosh darn I be struggling w them ms paint colors dawg,, Kinito got such a blinding pink it's hard not to make it clash w red..) AND since nobody asked, I'll share a bit of info on this au!! (Just be aware this au is purely self indulgent and funnily enough doesn't revolve around any of the main cast being ai's? they just kinda? exist now?) Sam was a well known Seahorse racer that managed to get himself into a bit of a pickle, you see, he got forced to work at Kinito's Casino because his other racer "friends" ended up gambling all of his money away. Now he has to pay off a massive amount of debt in order to get out of this predicament, and to ensure that he DOES end up paying he needs to drop his racing career and put it on hold so he can work for Kinito. Jade and Kinito are fairly good friends and business partners. She owns a seafood Restaurant that is conjoined with the Casino in order for the two of them to be close to each other. She's a very smart and strong lady that keeps an eye on Sam (And Kinito pfft) to ensure he stays and does what he's supposed to be doing. She also has a neat little interest in sciency stuff! And Last but not least... Kinito! The Casino owner himself. As stated previously he's very good friends with Jade, always had an interest in people and money. He's a fairly friendly guy that just wants to let people enjoy their time at his Casino (although the pic i decided to color in doesn't really show that lol). Just be warned, he does have some fairly strict but simple rules... Go into debt and can't pay back? Work for him. Easy as that. He may be friendly, but he won't be your friend. He can be into some... Really shady business at times... (Also The Casino is haunted! some stuff was joked about in a friend group and now it's canon LMAO)

[yaya-ww]

Casino AU: @cna-enterprise

[missterious-figure]

Peacock Moon: Majestic Bastard pt 2

Moon is a performer at the Birds of Paradise casino along side Sun. He isn't as friendly though. His prized silver feathers become more beautiful in the moonlight. When he's not performing he's lounging about in a tree near the bar, looking for shiny things, or stalking y/n.

He used to scare guests by quietly coming up behind them. So he was given a bell. Which he happily accepted because it was shiny (somehow he still manages to sneak up on people) Speaking of shiny things, Moon often tries to gift them to y/n.

[spirit-lanterns]

Kafka: Urgh…my head hurts…

Kafka: *glances over at Bunny Reader*

Kafka: …

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[tmuse-ac]

yes casino au rudi <3<3

It's so beautiful and I will be proud of until like next week probably, but right now I like it :)

I also realized that there was no way for the drawings to not look awkward when trying to size them to post, so I just put them all on one page and filled the spaces with random doodles.

Side note: yes I did have to make the microphone sun and moon themed, of course i had to.

@salty-rey Look what I did! A gift for you because I love drawing them all :D Rudi brings me so much joy, I love them 😭

Bonus zooms of the corners (click/tap to see full):

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: told myself to slow down, didn't.

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It’s your first time wearing that skirt. You’ve had it in your closet for two years. At least. You’re not really a skirt person but it’s cute. The floral on black with the zipper up the front. It drapes nicely enough though you’re not used to wearing anything so short. You have a trusty pair of shorts on just in case. 

You don’t go out either. Definitely not to places like this. You keep an arm across your middle, gripping your other as the hordes of people make you dizzy. The shining gold accoutrement of the decor along with the waft of low music over the noise of tables and voices add to your vertigo. 

The casino is busy and bright and loud. You stay close to your sister as she leads you across the carpet; ivory with golden curliques patterned across them. You’re no gambler either but you’re not there to play cards.  

“I think it’s upstairs,” Roxie says as she looks at the tickets in her hand. “Gala Room B.” 

“Oh, right,” you murmur and smile at her, “what’s the band again?” 

“Don’t worry about it the tickets were free,” she chirps as you look up at her. You feel even more a child beside her; your height often adds to your inferiority complex. Historically, you think, those characteristics have been often intertwined. 

“No, but--” 

“You need to get out of mom’s place more,” she chides, “I could’ve brought Katie instead, but I chose you, sis.” 

“I know, er, thanks,” you run your hand up to your shoulder and rub it nervously. 

“Show doesn’t start for another hour. Let’s get a drink,” she insists and turns, strutting towards the long bar at the other side of the grand space. You trail after her, shrinking down even further. She turns back to you as she leans on a tall stool, “what d’ya want?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t really...” 

“I know, it’s one drink, how about a vodka-cran?” She suggests, “you love cranberry.” 

“Um, sure, if you think that’s good.” 

She sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s the wild one, not you. You know you bore her and since your parents’ divorce, years ago, you haven’t really hung out together. She went with your dad and you with your mom, since then, it’s all been a bit fuzzy. 

She orders as you stand back, not wanting to get in the way of the people all around you. You lean back, rocking nervously as you glance around. You feel underdressed as you see women in cocktail dresses and men in suits. Even your sister is a stark contrast to your overly casual attire; your favourite purple cardigan and the skirt you’ve never worn. 

Your eyes scan the room, admiring the golden sconces of bulbs that resemble candelabras and the gilt trim all along the wall. The more you look around, the less you belong. You don’t even know why you said yes. Well, your mom pushed you into it. Just like your sister, she keeps saying you need to get out more. 

You rub your lips together and feel around your small tassled purse. It’s used, like most of your things. The thrift store is as much as your mom can afford and you still haven’t found a solid job. You worked at the grocery for a summer before they laid off half of you then did a one-day stint at a polling centre for the last municipal election. Even if you wanted to go out, you don’t have the money for it. 

You pull out your chapstick and smear it around your chafed lips as you sway back the other direction. You stop short as you nearly slam into another body and you stumble out of the way of the man in his black-and-white suit. Embarrassment creeps hotly up your cheeks and you cap your lip balm and stand out of his path. 

He’s taller than you. Well, everyone is. But to you, he seems huge. His suit is finely tailored to his figure though his hair seems to clash with the refined style. It’s almost to his collar but neatly parted, a shank falling forward to frame his sharp cheekbone. His square jaw is trimmed thickly with a dark beard, peppered with strands of silver and patch along the dimple of his chin. You’ve never seen anything as blue as his eyes, they are almost inhumanly vivid. 

“Sorry, doll,” he touches your arm as he passes and smirks, swiftly turning his sights ahead of him. 

You gulp as your shoulder hits someone else. You spin to face your sister as she offers you a glass. You take the red concoction with the short black straw sticking out over the ice cubes. You thank her as the chill seeps into your hand. 

“Oof, look at him,” she leans to watch after the man in his dark suit, “damn.” You frown and look in the other direction. She scoffs and nudges you, “come on. That guy is totally stunning. Even you can see that.” 

“I don’t wanna gawk at him,” you mutter, “he’s a stranger.” 

“Oh, whatever, not like he’d notice,” she snips. 

You scrunch up your lip and tuck your chapstick away as you peer toward the man. He goes up to a table, sliding in next to a taller woman with honey-blond hair and a shimmery dress. He rests his hand along her lower back as he chatters to her and the rest of the players around the leather trim. 

“Sheesh, he’s fine,” she puts a twang on the last word, “mmph. If I wasn’t with Tom...” 

“Right,” you look down at the drink and sip from the straw. You make a face and cough. 

“It’s not that strong,” she slaps your back, “don’t be dramatic.” 

“I know,” you clear your throat, “I just wasn’t expecting the taste.” 

“Let’s go upstairs,” she points above. 

“Uh, okay,” you agree to her sudden diversion. You suppose you really are boring. 

You follow her up the curved stairs and along the railing that overlooks the lower casino room. Arched windows let in the night and the glow of the facade. You lean on the polished wood and peer down at the first floor; it looks even more resplendent from there. You sister puts her elbow on the railing as she looks around. 

“We could stick around after, lose some money,” she says. 

“I don’t... mom only gave me a twenty and I owe you for the drink.” 

“Pfft, whatever, I’ll spot ya. Tom gave me some extra with the tickets,” she trills, “it’ll be fun. Play some black jack. It’ll be an experience. You could say you’ve actually done something.” 

You smile, closed-lipped and tight. She isn’t wrong. It’s your first concert, for some cover band, and your first time at a casino. It’s not an exaggeration to say this is the height of your life experience. 

Your eyes wander down and meet another pair. You wince. It’s that same man. He walks towards you, a certain swagger in his stride. As he peers up at you, his cheeks dimple and he winks. You wrinkle your brow and look behind you. When you turn back, he’s gone. Right, you’re imagining things. 

Roxie slurps as her straw turns hollow. She’s already drained her cocktail, meanwhile you’ve barely taken a sip. She stirs the ice and hums. 

“Wait here, I’m gonna get a refill,” she raises her glass. 

“Oh, I can come with you--” 

“Nah, just stand here,” she insists. “You’ll just slow me down.” 

“Sure, uh, okay.” 

You curl your shoulders inward as she walks away. Great. All alone. You avoid looking anywhere but your glass. You face the railing again and balance your drink on it. It’s not bad, tarter than you’re used to and a little burny.  

You play with the black bracelet around your wrist, the band they stuck around it when they scanned your ID at the door. You suppose it’s a good idea but they wouldn’t be letting kids in here, would they? Oh yeah, the hotel is attached. 

As a kid, you never went on vacations like that. No hotels, no casinos, no shows. It seems like Roxie is catching up on all of that and you’re just there. The world is so much scarier when it’s all a mystery to you. 

“Excuse me,” a deep voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking it’s merely a passerby, “miss?” 

There’s a tap on your shoulder and you barely save your cocktail from spilling over the edge. You clutch the glass with both hands and face the stranger. It’s that same man, with the suit and the long hair and the oceanic eyes. Something about him is familiar beyond your few earlier glances. 

“I think you dropped this?” He holds up a chip with a golden 100 on it. You blink and shake your head. 

“No,” you scrape out of your throat, “I don’t-- I didn’t--” 

“I swear I saw it fall out of your bag,” he looks down at your purse. 

“Really, I’m not... I don’t gamble.” 

“Ah, well, if it’s just hanging around, might as well use it, huh?” He keeps his hand out, “maybe it’s your lucky day.” 

“I couldn’t. If someone lost it...” your voice doesn’t want to go and he leans in to hear you, adding to the heat spreading through your chest. Is it the alcohol or him? 

“You’re sweet, keep it,” he shoves the chip toward you. 

“Please, I... I... can’t...” you wipe a hand on your skirt and clutch the fabric. 

“Doll, I can’t hear you,” he says as he grabs your hand and dislodges it from your skirt, “here.” 

He presses the chip into your palm. You stare at his tie then look down at the white chip with gold detailing. His hand brushes yours before he rescinds his touch. 

“Erm...” you murmur dumbly and shake your head. 

“My treat,” he growls. 

“But...” 

“Like the skirt, by the way,” he surprises you as he pinches a fold, “cute on you.” 

Just as quickly as he appeared, he strides away, leaving you blankly staring after him. His broad shoulders move beyond a thick marble pillar as you hold up your drink and the chip. You just look between them. 

“Hey,” Roxie approaches again, “oh, what’s that?” 

“A chip...” you state plainly. 

“Duh, I know. Where’d you get it?” 

You look at the floor. Would she even believe you? “The floor.” 

“Ooo,” she plucks it from your fingers, “awesome, “now we’re definitely having some fun tonight.” 

“Rox,” you swallow and look up at her, “we should hand it in. It’s a lot of money. If someone lost it--” 

“If they lost it, they can afford it,” she bobs her neck as she speaks, “live a little,” she sneers and taps your glass, “and finish your drink. Maybe that’ll loosen you up.” 

You nod and recede into yourself, cradling the glass again with both hands. You put your lips to the straw and drink until you can’t anymore. She gulps straight from the brim of her glass and sighs, wiggling as she peers around. 

“I almost don’t even want to see these old men play music,” she snickers as she takes in the expanse of tables flashing lights. 

“Oh?” 

“Relax, we’re going to see the show. You’re a horrible liar and mom will see right through you,” she sneers, “besides, I told her I wouldn’t get you in too much trouble.”