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The Croupier's Bio

“ Are THE ODDS in your FAVOR?

May the BEST player WIN!"

Intro

The Croupier is a The Boys oc of my creation, please do not steal anything from his bio. To be noted that I will not be roleplaying him below the age of 18. First, I can't roleplay children for the life of me, second, I have no interest in it. Thanks for understanding.

Name: [Redacted] Croupier Faceclaim: Ryusei Yokohama as Baku Madarame in Usogui Age: 31 Height: 6′2 Gender, Sexuality & Romance: Male, Pansexual Occupation: Dealer at a casino Ethnicity: Japanese-American

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VERSES UNDER THE READMORE.

THE BOYS. ( MAIN )

Not much is known about the Croupier except that he does his job exceptionally well. His talent for card dealing is almost too good to be true! One would nearly think that he's got some superpower in those fingers of his...

And they wouldn't be wrong. Except that his power isn't exactly in the fingers, but in the cards he deals, whenever he so chooses. Croupier works legally in a casino but also underground for a rather unsavory group to whom he owes big-time money. He's almost done repaying his debt, though!

That said, he isn't sure yet if he will be a law-abiding citizen or enjoy his power to become rich to his turn. I guess it all depends on the situation and who he's gonna try to fool.

But it also depends a bit on luck! He's only choosing the card type (heart, spades, diamonds, clubs); each card has value and is tied to a specific thing.

Here's a quick breakdown:

Probability of success: 2 being the lowest, Ace being the highest

Hearts: Playing with other people's emotions. Think of it like the power of suggestion mixed with seduction. Basically, it's the power to get what he wants from someone by manipulating their emotions.

Spades: Mind tricks! Say he wants to rob a corner store—not a bank, as there are probably more employees and people than there are playing cards in a pack. He could use his card to try to hypnotize the cashier while he robs the store.

Diamonds: For interaction with inanimate objects. It can go from the ability to lift a heavy object to stopping a bullet.

Clubs: The healing clubs! Unless it's an instantaneous fatal wound (shot in the head, stabbed in the heart, etc.) where he can't call for cards, he can potentially survive otherwise deadly wounds, depending on his luck. A two would get him maybe a bottle of aspirin, which wouldn't be helpful for a slashed throat.

Jokers: As in any good playing card pack, two are in his hands. They are the wild cards - if he pulls one, he has to pull another card. No matter his objective, he will pull a random card from any suit, but the only thing that matters is the number. For example, he asks for the cards for hearts and pulls the joker but then pulls 10 of Diamond. Since he got that 10 of Diamond from a Joker pull, that card acts like a 10 of Heart.

Quick Example: His goal is to get a bank clerk to give him free money. He pulls the ace of heart, it's wrapped up. However, he can also fail, and how bad depends on the card, with two being the lowest probability of success. At this point he can either give up or push his luck. Every person he uses the cards against will also not remember the interaction.

Another thing to note is that he can use a maximum of 5 cards in a 24-hour period.

FANDOMLESS. (SECOND)

Just your regular Croupier up to some shady tricks, sleight of hands and petty thefts :) no superpower here except pretty fast hands eheh

#( t; croupier. )#( tbrp. )#here he is. The Boy for The Boys #I made him a bit too jjba esque but whatever #i love superpowers with conditions sue me #( ooc. )

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knockknockchicagopd · 4 years ago

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❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ General tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @destynelseclipsa @miahelen @jadakiss13 @mcgreads @graniairish @teller258316 @i-love-scott-mccall @tclaerh. Hank Voight tag list: @sophie-writes. If you wanna be added to my tag list, send my a message! ⚡

Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ⚡#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #one chicago #hank voight imagine #hank voight x reader #hank voight

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quarterdollar · 3 years ago

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for the hyperfixation ask meme 💕💔💎 (for pokemon)

ouugh thank you PC [opens my analysis papers]

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

While he isn't my number 1 (that's Colress lol) I'm gonna talk about Lysandre because he's been on the brain lately everyone say thank you Evolutions and DeNA 🤪

What's always made me the Most Insane about him is that like, of all the Pokémon villains, Lysandre is at the exact crossroads of "this ideology actually exists in real life" and "holy shit what the fuck is wrong with this guy". The villains that could reasonably exist IRL are generally pretty low-key, largely committed to stealing things and accruing wealth and power. The more out-there, fantastical villains are generally so out-there that they are only threats because of their access to Pokémon, confined to the world they live in. But Lysandre? He's concerned about the continued survival of life on earth due to resource scarcity and human greed, and his solution to this problem is to kill everyone and thing not associated with his elitist cult by launching a fucking nuke. Neo-Malthusianism is real! And so are weapons of mass destruction! Ohh my god! This cunt is a Metal Gear villain bro!!!

So obviously he's fucked up and terrifying in a very relevant way, but I also really like that Lysandre genuinely believes that what he's doing is necessary to stave off a terrible future. He is 100% a classist hypocrite, no doubt about that, but his stated goal of ensuring an eternally beautiful world without strife isn't him bullshitting. He sees that Kalos is in a peacetime upswing and is desperate to make sure that it stays that way forever. He cares a ludicrous amount, but his privileged background and ego-centric sense of responsibility prevent him from seeing the actual causes of the problems that cause him so much grief. Obviously no one else is capable of caring as much as he does, and years of philanthropy and innovation couldn't solve every humanitarian crisis ever, so of course the problem is all those people he tried to help who clearly don't care. Nothing else short of mass murder can fix this one guys. Capitalism and the military industrial complex are fine, it's the ungrateful layman that's soiling the earth.....

TL;DR I loooove his specific brand of crazy XY were so robbed of their full potential it could've been the finest Military Drama For Babies the world has ever seen. Also he's 7 ft tall and pairs leather with a cravat like are you kidding me. he's so hot for what lmao

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

I really, really do not like Brendan. While May as a rival is written as this sweet kid next door, Brendan has an ego to him and even displays some sexism that don't really go away. I just really hate his attitude and the game forces you to be buddies anyway, like he never gets the wind knocked out of his sails and he isn't even intended to be a "mean rival" or whatever. If he's going to be a little shit at least write that with more self-awareness, like Bede or Blue. Stop calling May your friend!! You are not friends!! All you do is act high and mighty for no reason and then go "aww me and the bestie :)" I am going to smack you upside the head !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's a shame because Pokemon is generally pretty aware of when it presents to you A Bitch (my god there are so many dicks and bastards) and I would accept Brendan with open arms if he wasn't constantly pushed as the player's Bestie despite not doing anything to earn the title. Horrid devil child do NOT sit with my kids at lunchtime

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

The franchise features two transgender characters, Akari from 1999 manga How I Became a Pokémon Card, and the more well-known Beauty Nova from X and Y. They're a trans boy and trans woman respectively :0

An unused cutscene featuring Cyrus in Diamond and Pearl was uncovered last year, which is mostly interesting because the game is over a decade old and we only just found it lol. Also his dialogue is pretty cute, though a little inconsistent with his final character.

LGPE do not allow for use of Abilities, but they're still coded into the game, which is how Meltan and Melmetal's Abilities got leaked.

Ghetsis is 6'6". What the fuck

N's battle themes start with notes that correspond the the first 8 prime numbers. I don't remember what they are I am bad at math. But N isn't :)

#replies #ask games #long post #SORRY 4 BEING INSANE <3

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