#shall we gather for whiskey and cigars

[bean-writes]

Me: *trying to break the ice at a party*

Me: "So... Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?"

[badwolfarcadiabay]

[sleepyserena]

shall we gather for whiskey and cigars and gay sex tonight?

[apas-95]

Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight

[hustlerose]

shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?

[void-damned]

Do you ever think about how when push comes to shove,

'Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?'

Is just the Dishonored equivalent of Netflix and Chill?

[iamthewanderingbard]

Bitter Memories

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After a conversation with her mother leaves her on edge, Elissa retreats into her office to indulge in her vices. But she unintentionally stirs up a memory from long ago.

This is a short story for my Blades in the Dark/New Capenna character, an elf named Elissa Viero. The content warnings for this writing include alcohol, smoking, and underage smoking.

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The office was dark, lit only by the banker’s lamp on her desk. The curtain was drawn over the glass in the door. A clear sign she did not want to be disturbed. In the center of it all, Elissa sat hunched over her desk. She held a lit cigar in one hand as she nursed a glass of whiskey in the other. She stared into the glass, the ice clinking as she turned it in her hand.

We are not fools, Mother.

Elissa placed the end of the cigar to her lips and breathed it in. Slowly, slowly. The smoky, heady weight of it settled on her tongue. Filled her lungs. She held it there for a moment, savoring it, before blowing it out again.

“You damn fool.”

She really had been a fool, giving her mother ammo like that. And the way she’d looked at her… Elissa raised the glass to her lips, tossing back another mouthful of alcohol before breathing in another lungful of smoke. The two went well together, she found. The bitter taste of the whiskey somehow sweeter and smoother with the sharp earthiness of the cigar. But the tastes had also paired well with her ruminations, tugging at the corners of her mind. Stirring up something from deep within her memories.

She’d been a girl at the time, no more than nine or ten. A viashino man had come to the club that night. He was dressed to the nines in a suit and tie, and his scales were the color of bronze. He was a frequent patron of the club, Elissa knew. She had seen him many times before. And he was the sort who always had a crowd surrounding him. Who, just by the way he moved and spoke, always commanded a presence. So perhaps that is why she had been watching him, fascinated, as he pulled out and lit his cigar.

The viashino man peered at her out of the corner of his eye. He breathed in the smoke. Exhaled. “You ever try one of these, girlie?”

Elissa shook her head.

He turned to her fully now, a toothy grin on his face. “Well then. Why don’t you come over and give it a taste?”

Elissa didn’t hesitate. She moved closer to him, reaching for the proffered cigar. She grasped it in her hand, lifted it towards her lips. But now… she did hesitate. She looked to the man, uncertainty apparent in her eyes. “What’s it like?”

His grin only widened. “Go ahead and see for yourself.”

Elissa took a deep breath, gathering up her courage. She put the cigar to her lips and inhaled.

The heavy weight of it hit her all at once. It was like acid on her tongue, a fire in her throat and lungs. She doubled over, coughing and choking and wheezing at the sensation. She thought she was going to be sick.

The man let out a booming laugh.

Elissa was still gasping for breath when she heard a woman’s sultry voice carrying over the noise of the club. “My, my, Mr. Skarra. I hope you aren’t menacing my daughter.”

The man’s demeanor changed in an instant. He bowed, showing her the utmost respect. “Of course not, Lady Eleanora.” He straightened. “But.” Elissa looked up just in time to see him give her a broad, brutish smile. “She’ll have to toughen up if she wants to make it in a city like this.”

Now Eleanora turned her attention to Elissa. Her expression was cool. Unreadable. “Mhm. I suppose she shall.”

A knock at the door pulled her from her reverie. “Yes?” she called out, already recognizing the knock and knowing who it would be.

The door opened. Lucy stood in the doorway, flanked by Bishop and Ozzy. “Elissa, dear, we’re ready.”

“Alright.” Elissa stood, taking one last taste of the cigar before she exhaled and snuffed it out. In a single swift motion, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

“Let’s go.”

[witchblade]

shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight

[fluffypichu876]

Alright, I have finished Dishonored! Such an great game, and I loved my time with it! Everything about it felt extremely polished (wonderful atmosphere, tight controls, diverse stealth gameplay, interesting lore), but the level design in particular stood out to me. The levels are full of alternative paths and open many possibilities for the players to experiment around. The secrets and optional tasks are actually fun to find and complete, since they have actual impact on the mission as a whole. Every mission is filled to the brim with subtle enviromental storytelling, and you can find an insane amount of detail pretty much everywhere you go. You can discover so much about this world if you explore the game well-enough. It's honestly amazing.

I'm glad there's still DLC and a sequel for me to enjoy, otherwise I'd be feeling really empty right now xD

"Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?"

"Indeed. I believe so."

(that shit was driving me insane lol)

[deadarmedadmin]

Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?

[shockpine]

Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?

YES PUH-LEEEZZZ!!!

[blakyoo]

im becoming a dishonored npc dude. shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight? never doubt it

[the-ass-assin]

I spent thirty minutes describing a video game character to my bf so he could help me remember who she is and it turns out she's some generic dishonored npc so :/

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

The Gamble Of Prides. (Mafia!Baekhyun x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, public humiliation, exhibitionism, cum play, knife play, gun play, fear play. Both of you are legal in this. Read at own risk.

It took Y/n a moment to realise what had just happened, eyes widening slowly as she looked up from Mafioso Byun's final cards and at his smug face. "N- No… No way…" Her friend facepalmed in great stress and fear of all the men surrounding them in Byun's bar. That did not just happen. "How is that possible?" Smashing the cigarette in her hand against the table, Y/n stood up. "There is no way you won this time! I am not just good-- I am GREAT at this! How could you win?! Not when I-..." Y/n trailed off from her own words, not willing to admit that she was cheating. Since the beginning.

The older man shrugged. "Well… maybe you're not that good, Miss. I mean…" Him and his men chuckled at the 4 foreign kids visiting their country for vacation. "You lost 4 games in a row along allllll that you had" taking a drag of his cigar, the man smirked devilishly. "Confidence is good but overconfidence will drown you in the sea of reality, in the wise words of Norain."

The girl was clenching her fists, every fiber of her body loathing him. Y/n hated just how fucking smug he was.

"You bastard!"

Byun chuckled. "Adorable. So you remember all that you put on the table, right?" The female gulped, the recent memories of how she bet her body at last when she had nothing left to gamble with. A laugh left the man when she backed away and tried to run, which resulted in Byun's right hand that was sharper than an eagle, Sehun, to grip her arm before throwing her whole body back and in the Boss' feet. "Tsk. I honestly thought you were an honourable young lady. But the way you tried to run away from your own words?"

"P- Please! We will pay you back, sir!" One of Y/n's friends sobbed, causing the girl to glare at her.

"Shut up! Don't fucking plead a cheating bastard like hi- OW FUCK!" Y/n was cut off when Byun gripped her hair before her brain could decipher it and pulled her face closer to his.

"Calling me a cheater when you were trying to use pathetic little rigged ways while playing in MY casino?" Silence followed for a couple moments, the man's lip chain dangling furiously from how fast he'd moved. "You are more foolish than you seemed, baby doll."  Before the girl could shoot anything back, one of her friends shakily stood up, realising this was no game and the man was pure trouble.

"S- Sir… m- may we leave?" Gasping, Y/n turned to look at him along with their other friends. "We had nothing to do with the game nor do any of us gamble. You can sort your thing with her but we really had nothing to do with the game. Please let us go."

Byun sat up a bit straighter, a firm hold on Y/n's hair still. "That's fair." Nodding at his men, the man spoke. "Leave." He couldn't help but chuckle when that boy gathered the rest of his friends before all of them left without sparing a shocked Y/n another glance. "You really are that irritating to everyone, huh?" The girl was fuming at this point, hating how smug and entertained he looked.

“Fuck you!

A snort left the Mafioso when the small girl dared to spit on his face. Byun fucking Baekhyun's face. "I am afraid you don't realize the intensity of the situation, love." Before he motioned his men to stop in their positions, halting them for beating her up for the disrespectful gesture. Before Y/n could realise what had happened, she gasped under her breath when the man suddenly pressed a sharp knife to her throat, the blade threatening to slice against her soft skin.

"You bet all that you had and then took a loan. When they told you that you couldn't take any more loan you bet your body without thinking of the consequences…" Clicking his tongue, he dragged the knife along the length of her neck before grazing it against her collarbone, making the girl jump when he sliced through one of the strings that held her dress against her breast. "Tsk. Did you even know what that means?" The girl hated how she was made to kneel in front of him as he sat in his seat, feet on either side as one held the knife and other held his cigar.

"I- I will pay y- you back!" The men laughed at her slightly wavering tone.

"Oh, is that so?" Baekhyun raised an eyebrow before nodding. "Of course you will. Of course. That is the only way. However…" Taking the other string that was on her other shoulder over the blade, the man toyed with it. "I shall give you a choice." Taking another drag, he puffed it in her face, causing her to cough. "You can either be good and even redeem yourself on the way for your naive actions or…" Inching their faces closer, Baekhyun spoke just above a whisper. "You die and all your body parts get sold."

Y/n's blood started to run cold as she realised just how fucked she was. Even her friends had abandoned her and now she was in this casino with some man she had clearly underestimated as some local gangster. His blood slightly brushed against her skin, still not cutting open the other string. "So… what's it going to be, huh? Me cutting this little dress off your body or me sliding this blade across your throat?"

"I… I d- don't want to d- die, p- please" her eyes finally wetted with tears, bringing the man great satisfaction as he nodded slowly, taking another drag as he finally cut the string open, the tight dress Y/n was wearing falling down to her waist in an instant, causing her to gasp before protective arms tried to hide her chest but Byun's foot beat them to it, pressing both of them down in her laps by one of his feet.

"No, love. You cannot decide what happens to you any longer. You lost all of those rights when you lost your body to me. Now you're my puppet." Byun fed off the fear in her eyes and across her face. "Now, let's begin the fun, shall we?" The girl shook under him as she realised that she didn't have a choice anymore.

"Stand up." The man ordered. "Stand up and take those clothes and heels off." Before the girl could protest, Sehun spoke up from behind, firmly pushing at her back with his knee.

"Didn't you hear what the boss just said, whore?!"

"Hey now, Sehun-ah… don't treat the pretty girl like that…" Byun looked up at Sehun with upset eyes, words painfully sweet like he wasn't just threatening to murder her in cold blood. "She's too weak to be treated so rough… Dolls like her are delicate and fragile… aren't they?" He looked down at the humiliated girl with teasing eyes, snorting at how she flushed in embarrassment before removing his foot from her arms.

"Get up." His tone was rough again as he leaned back in his seat, tossing the knife on the table before picking his glass of whiskey up, taking a sip. "We don't have all day and the clock's running!" He spoke aloud when the girl tried to plead, not even looking her way but in a far distance, waiting for his orders to be obeyed.

Y/n shivered under the gazes of all the men in the room as she slowly stripped from her dress and heels, cheeks red in embarrassment.

"Come here…" Byun ordered. "Kneel." And as the girl kneeled, the male grabbed his knife again, placing one of his feet under her pussy before clicking his tongue at the bra that she didn't take off, swiftly cutting it open, making it fall against her laps. "Don't." The man warned as the girl went to cover her now exposed chest with her arms, watching her carefully. "Come here."

Y/n's eyes were letting out continuous silent tears as she got closer to the man, feeling her nipples harden from the air as her face burned the hottest it could. She could only bite her lip and stare at the ground in embarrassment. "Get on your knees and undo my belt." Her eyes widened as she looked up at the man that looked almost bored. "What? Did I mumble?" His lips grazed against one of her breasts now, making her instantly mumble a small 'no' before she did as she was told, her fingertips trembling as she followed his instructions until she could see his erect cock bulging against the dark blue boxers he wore.

"Come closer now, rub your face on it, doll. Feel your Master up~" Baekhyun encouraged, fistibg her hair in one of his hands whilst the other one that was in possession of the blade grazed against the side of her neck dangerously close. Y/n bit back a sob as the man guided her face closer to his clothed member, forcing her to rub her face against and all over it, moaning lowly at just how good her warm breaths felt.

"Take it out…" The girl did as she was commanded, her hot tears falling on Baekhyun's skin one by one, only adding to the pleasure. "Come on… take it in your mouth. That's it…" Y/n was in disbelief of her situation but knew there was no way out. Opening her mouth, she took his thick head in her mouth, cringing at the taste as she slowly licked and sucked at it, literally shaking as Baekhyun leaned over, pulling her face down his cock by the hair he was holding, finally cutting the last piece of clothing she had on which was her underwear, exposing the girl to everyone in the room and increasing the tension even more. All of his henchmen were sweaty and their throats were dry. But nobody could do anything no matter how much they desired.

Because she was his toy.

"Keep going…" The Boss whispered, sliding her mouth further on his cock and grunting when she gagged around him, bringing her face up before slamming it down, causing the girl to choke again but he held it tight this time, his cock twitching from how she struggled to breathe but couldn't. "Good girl. Now that is some good behaviour." The man grinned, releasing her just enough to let her breathe before pulling it off completely.

"Lick it off." Baekhyun's voice was cold again as he guided her to his cheek which had her spit on it, tightening his hold on her head even more. Y/n was full on sobbing now after failing to suppress it felt her scalp burnt from where he was holding her, shakily placing her hands on his knees before licking her own spit off, sweat trickling down her back. "Are you sorry?" She felt a gun press against her pussy now, the blade long gone as he calmly stared down at her.

"Y- Yes! Yes! I am!" The girl rushedly spoke, feeling the cold metal of the gun slip in between her folds, rubbing back and forth."P- Please, si- sir!"

"Good." Baekhyun was satisfied from how the girl was trembling in fear, standing up before pulling her up on her feet before pushing her on the table where they had played, placing his gun on her stomach before grabbing her thighs and forcefully pushing into her, moaning when she screamed in pain while crying even harder now. "This will get you thinking, tsk. Who do you even think you are? Brats like you deserve nothing but to be treated like this…" Baekhyun loved how he stretched her walls long and deep, expanding them forcefully before he gave her another powerful thrust.

"So fucking overconfident… And what are you now? A fucking slut that's not even in control of her own body." Grabbing the gun, the man started to give her faster thrusts now, moaning loudly as sweat dripped down his forehead, hips snapping mercilessly whilst he pressed the gun to one of her breasts, rubbing the tip against her nipple. "I wonder what will happen if I shoot it… will it pop off? Deflate?"

Y/n's eyes widened as she hysterically cried, her heart thumping as she slid up and down the table, shaking her head furiously whilst her hands rested lifelessly at her sides, her whole body covered in sweat. "P- PLEASE! PLEASE! N- NO! NO! DON'T S- SHOOT ME, S- SIR! PLEASE!" She could only beg helplessly as the man got off to her fear, glaring down at her as he fucked her intensely, going balls deep as he twitched again, feeling himself closer to his orgasm.

"But you've been so fucking disrespectful today. Do you even know who I am, you little slut? How dare you?" Before he pushed the gun in her mouth, forcing her to taste herself as the fear of him suddenly deciding to pull the trigger invaded her senses.

"I- I… s- showwy-" was she could pathetically let out through the gun as he grazed it against the soft end of her throat, ramming into her harder and harder before he was emptying his load into her, pulling out and seeing his cum gush out of her along the blood of her purity, forming a pink mixture. Gathering some of the white liquid off his cock, the man rubbed it against her lips before kissing her as he tucked his cock back in followed by the gun and his blade, pulling her off the table by her hair, spitting in her face before slapping her for all the former disrespect, throwing her in his feet.

Baekhyun smirked, getting even more satisfied as he realised that he was her first time. The trip she was on was in the celebration of her 18th birthday after all. Whilst the mafia was turning 30 this year. "Maybe I won't send you to one of my brothels after all."

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