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No Rest for the Wicked, Pt. 1

Welcome back, everyone! I appreciate your patience in me going on this hiatus. I have begun the process of finishing the finale of this series, and it's time we take the construction cones off the road and go! The rest of Season 3 here we come!

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly.

Themes: Romance. Adventure. Engagement.

Characters: MC. Diavolo. Lucifer. Barbatos. OC: Vox.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

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"MC, are you ready?" Lucifer called out to you.

"Coming!" You called back out from your ensuite bathroom in the castle. After one last adjustment of your blazer, you took one more look before heading off to the foyer.

It had been several months since you regained your memory.

"Ah, there you are–" Lucifer said, adjusting his cuffs, and then looking up at you to pause. You were wearing a navy-blue power suit with diamond lined pinstripes, but without an undershirt, your cleavage was on display. Your diamond stilettos clicked across the floors, and you were in your demon form. He was wearing an all-black number, from the tie, shirt, to the entire suit.

"My, oh my, MC," Lucifer purred, opening his arms open to you. You gladly accepted the embrace. "I think I discovered a new kink just now," he murmured into your hair. You chuckled in response and pulled away.

"I take it you like it then. I thought for the interview, I should wear something different," you replied sweetly.

"What's different?" Diavolo asked, rounding the corner and stopping short, not bothering to hide where his gaze landed – on your chest.

"My eyes are up here," you commanded, taking your index and middle finger to guide his eyes back up to your face.

"That is different," Diavolo said, approaching you. He was in a white suit with a burgundy undershirt and black tie. Then he smiled, looking you over in your entirety, "I think I rather like it," he stated.

"We should head to the studio, we'll be starting soon," Lucifer said, checking the time.

"We'll be live in three... two... one... go."

"Hello! And we're live at Studio 666, with an exclusive interview with our soon-to-be Demon Queen, MC, the Avatar of Vainglory!"

You walked out onto the stage, waving at everyone, smiling as you took your seat next to the show host, Vox. Vox was a male pride demon, known for his interviews with the Devildom's elite, including the brothers, royals, and other aristocrats. He was tall as far as demons went, handsome, and quite the smooth talker. His lavender hair accentuated his grey eyes, and he smiled at you broadly. His hair and eye color stood out against his tawny skin. With a jaw so sharp it could cut and a nose broad and tall, he easily passed for godhood in appearance. This interview was televised live to all three realms as your wedding dates drew closer, as did your eventual coronation date with Diavolo.

"Welcome MC! We are so happy to have you join us today," Vox said. "This is your first ever interview, is that correct?"

"Ah, well, one time I was interviewed for the RAD Newspaper, but I've actually never been on television before. I'm rather excited," you replied smoothly.

"How thrilling! So, if you don't mind, we have some questions that has everyone buzzing to know the answers to, and we'd be most appreciative if you answered a few," Vox said warmly.

"Of course, I would love to answer them! Let's start," you replied.

"Excellent. Our first question is, how did you and Lord Diavolo become an item? Was it love at first sight? How did you win his heart?" Vox asked, reading his cue card and then looking up at you.

"Oh, well, I like to think I won him over by being one of the few people to beat him at chess," you answered with a playful smirk, and the audience laughed. "I'm kidding, but no, we actually became good friends first, and we shared a love for chess, so we often play together."

"That is simply adorable!" Vox beamed.

Diavolo and Lucifer watched you from one of the backrooms that were private for exclusive guests.

"Wait, she actually beat you?" Lucifer smirked, taking a sip of Demonus.

"The one time I didn't let her win, but she did anyway, and it went to her head," Diavolo mumbled, watching the screen.

"Moving on. Our next question, it seems you have not only captured the heart of our Demon Lord, but a certain Avatar of Pride. Many of us thought Lucifer was untouchable, but you seemed to have won him over as well, can you tell us about that?"

You smiled sweetly. "Well, I'll tell you, it wasn't easy, however, we have a lot in common, so we have a deep mutual respect and understanding of one another. But I like to think what won him over was my dedication to RAD, the exchange program, and our family," you stated.

"As a pride demon myself, I can completely see why he would be so smitten with you then! Imagine having someone such as yourself at your side, of course you couldn't help but fall in love!" Vox exclaimed, laying thick on the charm.

"Tch..." Lucifer bristled at how chummy the host was being to you. It was Diavolo's turn to smirk then.

"Alright, one more question from our audience and then I have some of my own. How has your life changed since becoming involved with Lord Diavolo and Lucifer Morningstar?"

"Ah, well, it has in many ways," you started to say. "I knew that becoming involved with Diavolo would bring the public eye onto me, though I had a little bit of that being in the exchange program anyway, but I didn't realize that so many people would be interested in my life, as a human or a demon. When it came to Lucifer, I was often met with the glares of the lower demons who were rather fond of him," you said with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "Those are the more interesting aspects that I'm sure the fans want to know about. Of course, there are the less interesting things like learning to become a royal, balancing everyone's schedules, things like that."

"Very good, thank you, I think our fans will appreciate your thorough answer. Now, I have a question of my own. You brought up family earlier when speaking about Lucifer Morningstar's brothers, but I want to know, should we expect any little royals of your own in the future?"

"No no no no no no," Lucifer groaned. Diavolo set his drink down and immediately stormed out of the room and found the producer as he stood next to the cameraman at the back of the studio audience filming the interview.

"You cut that this instant or I'll have every single one of you fired," Diavolo murmured in the producer's ear, but you looked out into the audience and smiled, and by the time Lucifer caught up to the prince, you started to speak.

"That is an interesting question. I guess you'll just have to wait and find out like everyone else," you said with a lower tone, but your face never faltered.

Vox immediately caught on to your slight displeasure, and when he looked over to his producer, he saw the very angry glares of Diavolo and Lucifer.

"We'll see indeed! Thank you. Moving on..."

The rest of the interview went swimmingly, talking about the weddings and coronation, it seemed everyone was very excited and ready for the changes coming to the Devildom with your influence, and by the time it was over, several hours had gone by. The director came by and informed you it was one of their highest rated viewings and highest positivity rating. You nodded and sat back in your chair in your room at the studio, getting your hair and makeup touched up for you to go to your photoshoot with Devil Style.

"Hello darling," Diavolo said, appearing in the mirror behind you. The makeup stylist took their leave, and it was just you two.

"My love," you replied with a small smile. He rested his hands on your shoulders.

"You did very well, I'm proud of you," he stated. You looked at him through the mirror.

"I learned from the best," you replied quietly.

"I'm sorry about Vox... I was very displeased with that segment and told the producer-"

"It's fine, Diavolo. I have to learn how to navigate those sorts of things," you interrupted. Diavolo relaxed a little, smiling at your diplomacy.

"Indeed," he replied, leaning down to kiss the top of your head between your horns.

"MC, Lord Diavolo, it's time for the shoot," an assistant came by and informed you both. You nodded and thanked them.

"You alright, princess?" Diavolo asked quietly.

"I'm fine. Just not used to this level of stardom," you replied. He could tell you were telling the truth, but he couldn't help but feel like there was more.

"Alright, MC, you're going to sit in this chair here," the photographer said, leading you to an armchair in the middle of the set, in front of a green screen. It was a high-back chair with a dark burgundy velvet button-tufted back with gold-finished wood, one obviously fit for royalty. They positioned you to sit fully straight up with one leg crossed, arms laid on the arms of the chair.

"And now you two..." the photographer mumbled, positioning Diavolo and Lucifer. Diavolo stood beside you, one arm leaned onto the back of the chair, and Lucifer stood on the other side, arms folded as he leaned against the chair as well.

"Perfect," the photographer said, stepping back. They instructed you all on the different faces and attitudes they wanted. This photo was going to be the cover of next month's magazine, while the next shots were for the printed interview pages with Vox. There were some with you and Diavolo, and then some with just you and Lucifer.

In the final set, it was just you, and one of your stylists came out with a box.

"They want you to wear this for the last set," he said. You nodded and he opened it, revealing a diamond tiara, and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. You looked up at the assistant and shook your head.

"Surely, you're mistaken," you told him.

"I'm afraid not, princess. The magazine director and I want you to wear it," Diavolo said, walking up to you and your assistant with a broad smile. "It's not your official crown, it's one I had made specifically for this shoot," he informed you. A blush dusted your cheeks as you sat back and allowed your assistant to situate it on your head.

Everyone left you alone, and the photographer then came up to you. "Alright, MC, I want this last set to be all about you, so, tell, how should you pose for this one? I want it to scream your personality or anything special about you."

You thought for a moment, considering their request. After some thought, you whispered to the photographer some of the props you would need, and they instantly smiled, appreciating your vision. Lucifer and Diavolo were ushered out as they changed out the scene, and were only allowed back in when you told them to.

A black lounge chaise was set out, and you had black roses scattered around you, a black side table next to the arm of the chaise, decorated with pomegranates, gold chains, and jewels. As for you, you were stretched out in the chaise, your upper body slightly upright as you leaned against the arm of the chaise, the rest of your body laid out on its side in the rest of the chair. You unbuttoned your blazer, allowing more of your bare torso to show, and in your free hand, you held up a demon skull. Looking at the camera, you gave it a seductive smirk as your vanity shined through your eyes, your body radiating your sin with plumes of midnight blue vapors appeared behind you, still in your demon form of course.

Diavolo and Lucifer were allowed back in after a few of the photos were taken, and they both stopped short at the sight of you.

"I'm so making this into a painting," Diavolo murmured.

Lucifer smirked, but ultimately agreed with the prince's sentiment. Both of them had to go distract themselves as their arousals were getting the better of them.

"MC, you are absolutely stunning. You'll have to come model for us again," the magazine director said to you after the photographer was done.

"You're too kind, but I'd be happy to," you replied hotly.

After the shoot was over, you and your fiancés went out to Ristorante Six to celebrate your successful day. Diavolo arranged for the three of you to have a private room in the back, and you were finally able to relax after a few glasses of Demonus.

"Better?" Lucifer asked, noting your state.

"Indeed. Diavolo, I don't know how you do all that," you replied slowly.

The prince chuckled. "I grew up with it, princess. I'm used to it," he replied, smiling brightly. "But I am very proud of you. You were amazing the entire day."

"I know," you said a little arrogantly with a wink.

"The Avatar of Vainglory, in all her glory," Lucifer muttered. You turned to him.

"Jealous?" you asked.

"Not at all. You two can enjoy that to your heart's content," Lucifer replied smoothly.

"So, with the weddings in a couple months, do you think you've done everything you needed to prepare?" Diavolo asked you.

You finished a fourth glass of Demonus and started a fifth, "Yeah, I think I got everything down. I just hope it all goes okay," you said even slower. Immediately, you finished the glass and poured another. Lucifer and Diavolo shared a glance and focused back on you.

"Are you worried about something?" Lucifer probed.

"Yeah, I'm afraid something gonna go wrong," you replied, then finishing that glass and pouring your seventh. "Jus' like it 'lways does," you slurred.

"Why don't you slow down just a touch, dove," Lucifer said, sliding the bottle of Demonus away from you. You pouted and stared at the table ahead of you, the blue liquid in your drink mesmerizing you.

You buried your face in your hands, elbows on the table. "Jus' seems like ev'ry few months, somethin' comes up 'n I get into trouble," you groaned.

"Darling, you know those things aren't your fault, right?" Diavolo said, putting his hand on your shoulder. You hiccupped and nodded.

"But you can't deny it always causes a lot of trouble for ev'rybody," you said tearfully. Very suddenly, you slumped and leaned over on Lucifer's shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Well, that went well," Lucifer deadpanned. Diavolo sighed and waved you and Lucifer off to take care of the bill. You didn't even make it to dinner, to their dismay. Lucifer put his arm underneath yours and helped you out of the booth to take you back to the castle. Diavolo caught up not too long after, picking you up and carrying you bridal style until you three reached the castle doors where Barbatos let you all in.

"Went that well, did it?" Barbatos said, deadpanning as well after looking you over. Diavolo continued to carry you to your suite while Lucifer stopped and looked at the butler.

"It seems someone can't handle their Demonus," he stated, slightly miffed.

Barbatos smirked. "She's young, it's not like she does it every weekend like you and the young master," the butler replied hotly. Lucifer bristled and rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Diavolo laid you back on your bed, taking off your heels and undressing you. Once you were nude, he grabbed a nightshirt. As he tried to wrestle it onto you, you pawed at his face lightly, giggling quietly.

"Darling, it would be easier if you cooperated," he mumbled.

"Mm, but I want you~" you purred, dragging your hands down his chest, trying to fiddle with the buttons of his suit.

"Not tonight, you need to go to sleep," he replied softly. You then blinked a few times, tears shedding and rolling down your cheeks.

"MC..."

"I just want to make you and Luci proud, Dia," you said softly with a crack in your voice. You finally let him put your nightshirt on and then he scooted in close, cupping your face.

"My sweet, sweet princess, you make me proud every day. You demonstrate a strength that I would have never guessed you had, and I never seem to stop being impressed by you," he cooed. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Will you stay? Can Luci stay?" you pleaded very sweetly.

"Anything you want, my love. Let me go get him and I'll go change. I'll be right back." You nodded and settled into bed.

By the time the two demons returned to your suite, you were out cold, snoring loudly in the middle of the bed in a starfish position. They thought it was adorable, and they managed to situate you so everyone could fit as you were sandwiched in-between the two.

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concreteburialplot · 1 year ago

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VIRALITY // 08

08 - Play Along

pairing: noah sebastian x fem!oc / nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc

word count: 5.3k

masterlist/intro: here | crossposted: ao3

warnings; irritating moody noah lol, angry/jealous nicholas, alcohol, noah teaching how to play pool, creepy guy at bar, implied past SA experiences, physical fight, blood, love triangle a brewin', 18+ ONLY MDNI

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

VALLIE

Noah somehow convinced me to drive us to a bar down the street from the warehouse where we were brainstorming with Bryan.

“So, remind me why you couldn’t have just driven here yourself?” I asked, looking over at him in the passenger seat of my rental car.

“I don’t have a car.” He replies flatly.

“You’re a world famous rockstar, and you don’t have a car?”

I hadn’t notice just how tattooed his hands are until I catch them moving up and down his thighs. The small action reminds me of ways I soothe my anxiety, especially in stressful work meetings.

“Not ‘world famous’, nobody even knew who we were til last month.” He’s quick to correct me and his grumpy tone makes it transparent that he’s still annoyed about getting kicked out by Bryan.

“Right.” I reply shortly.

I pull up to the small seedy bar Noah directed me to. It’s nestled within a larger strip of restaurants and shops. The random tiny city we’re in is not nearly as busy as LA and the buildings are all rustic and brick.

I’m not even parked a whole minute before Noah has already slammed his door behind him and headed towards the front door. At this point I should just expect to have to babysit every single grown man in this fucking band.

When I walk into the establishment, I’m smacked in the face by thick cigarette smoke and my face twists in disgust. It’s packed for 2pm on a Tuesday and almost every single patron is accompanied by a lit cigarette. I spot Noah at the bar already, just receiving his first full beer.

“A cosmopolitan please.” The words can’t come out fast enough, I need alcohol more than air itself right now. The bartender nods and starts curating my order.

Noah scoffs, “A cosmopolitan really? Could you get any more pretentious?”

“Oh my god.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Could you just shut up for literally like 5 minutes?” Right on cue the bartender places down a stemless martini glass with transparent red liquid. “At least it’s better that some basic ass beer.” I take a long sip of my ice-cold drink and alleviation begins the moment the alcohol meets my tongue.

He finishes the last of his beer and lands it hard on the wooden tabletop. “Fine. Whiskey and Coke please.”

“What is your deal huh, why are we here? What exactly are we doing?” I ask the obvious, finishing my own drink already and gesturing to the bartender for another.

He lifts his new glass, “You’re looking at it, Thornhill.”

My brows immediately scrunch together, “How do you know my last name?”

“You think you’re the only one who does their homework?” He asks ironically. “You do work with us after all.”

Both of our new drinks are halfway gone already with replacements on the way. Getting plastered midday on a Tuesday with my most infuriating client in some hole in the wall California bar was not on my bingo card for the week. But these boys keep surprising me, it’s almost refreshing. Almost.

Noah is quick to get started on the fresh drink in front of him, maybe too fast. The glass hadn’t even hit the table before it was half gone.

The numbing already growing in my fingers reminds me that all I had for breakfast was a green juice. Noah’s eyes travel over the bar and land on something across the room then back on me. His eyes are mischievous and playful, “You know how to play pool?” His lips spread into a competitive smirk.

I raise my brows at him. The man that was just 30 minutes ago arguing with me about music video lighting now wants to play pool?

“You want to play pool… right now?”

He laughs, which makes me realize I’d never heard him laugh. It’s nice. If I wasn’t already so exhausted by his bullshit already, it might’ve even made me smile.

“So, you don’t know how to play is what you’re telling me.” He slips off the stool and grabs my arm dragging me off my own.

“Hey, hey!” I smack his hand off my burgundy blazer, “This is designer, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get your bourbon-y fingers all over it.”

His eyes roll so hard I think they might fall out. “Oh, so sorry princess.” He raised his hands up in defense. “Wouldn’t want to get your Prada dirty.”

While derogatory, the nickname makes my cheeks heat up but I’m not quite sure why. “It’s YSL actually.” I correct him, not that it matters but I guess when you pay almost $4000 for a jacket, it seems like it matters.

“See? Pretentious.” He points at me before going over to the table to set up the game.

I brought our drinks and my bag over to a wooden chair just behind the tables so I could keep a close eye on them. I decide that between the weak airflow in the bar and the sticky surfaces that it would be best to shed the jacket. I slip it off my arms and immediately remember that the blazer was essential to the look, since I only have a black lace corset underneath. But with the 4? 5? drinks I’ve had, I don’t care right now.

“Okay so since you don’t know how to-” Noah turns to look at me and seems to forget his words, he just blinks at me with a deer-in-headlights look.

I step closer to him, “Ya know, it’s not polite to stare.” I say in a hushed tone and poke his pointy nose. Whether or not he is actually looking at me like that, doesn’t matter, my confidence is boosted regardless. Surviving in an industry like the one we’re means walking a fine line between power and control. Men are easy to control when you know how to use assets correctly. And right now, he’s looking at the assets on my lace-covered chest.

“What were you saying again?” I ask, putting my weight on my palms at the edge of the table and leaning forward.

He clears his throat and diverts his eyes away from my cleavage. He directs me to a triangle filled with variously colored balls, some solid, some striped and all with numbers on them. “So basically, you want to get all your designated balls into the holes.” He hands me a long stick, “This is a cue, this is what you’ll use.”

“Got it.”

He perks up a brow above an eye, “You’ve really never played before?”

“Nope.” I take a sip of my potent drink without breaking eye contact with him. “Never thought I’d like it. I’ve watched exes play though. Seemed lame.” I say, sounding more apathetic than I actually am.

“Alright well,” He tugs at the hem of his long band shirt, “You might like it.” He knocks back the last of his drink and holds out a hand to me, “You want a refill?”

I drink the last bit of my own, letting the ice slide down the glass and sit on my numbing lips for just a second before handing it to him. “Please, thank you.”

The minute he leaves me, I become very aware that I’m the only female in the dark bar and every set of eyes is on me. I cross my arms over my chest and retract into myself.

Not long after Noah returns, we start playing. He explained how he “broke” the triangle and he ended up being solids which meant that I’m stripes. After a very bad attempt at hitting a ball, he decided I wasn’t doing well.

“No, no, no.” He waves me off before my stick touches the white cue ball. “Here, I can help.” He rounds the table and stands behind me. I obviously knew he was taller than me, but it isn’t until just now that I realize just how much taller he is than me – the top of my head barely meets his shoulders. And the boots I’m wearing have heels, making me even taller than normal. His sizeable hand runs down my spine and hooks it around my hip to readjust my position. His other arm goes to help adjust my arm that’s holding the stick. I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol, but my skin is burning anywhere he’s touching me and the way his hand engulfs my hip completely sends a buzzing between my legs. His fingertips are mere centimeters away from my core and I am extremely aware of it.

“See, not so bad.” He smiles, pulling away from me and it’s only then that I notice he actually helped me hit the ball.

My eyes linger on him longer than they should’ve. It must be this dim bar lighting and the copious alcohol I’ve had that is making see him through a new filter. His smile meets his eyes and he’s just so…bright. His chocolate eyes are so welcoming and kind, a stark contrast to how harsh and cold they are normally. He’s so much more attractive when he’s not scowling at everything I say.

“What?” He wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no.” I shake the thoughts from my head. “I just don’t think I’ve ever really seen you smile.” I blurt out stupidly. “It’s pretty.”

He rolls his eyes walking over to the other edge, “Shut up.”

“What?” I ask walking over to where he’s lining up his cue to the ball. His tongue his tightly held in thought between his lips.

The cue ball clashes into a grouping and sends balls flying across the table, some landing in holes. “You’re still on your boyband bullshit.” His voice gained his usual attitude once again with a bit of drunken slur.

“What?” I shake my head, “No, no. I’m not talking about that.” I chase after him around the table. “I mean it.”

Though I should’ve taken the excuse he provided himself as to why I was even paying attention to his smile in the first place.

The long-haired boy holds his cue stick like staff looking at me with an unconvinced look. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Vallie.” He says in a deep gravelly voice that almost sounds like a threat.

My eyes widen slightly when I look up at him. “I meant it.” I repeat softly, this time with a somewhat intimidated undertone.

He eyes me beneath a skeptical propped brow like I just told him something completely out of the realm of possibility. “Let’s just get back to playing.” He grumbles and walks over to finish off drink.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Similar to Nicholas, Noah also has a sort of whiplash duality, just different. I see tiny peeks of a sunshine-y Noah hidden beneath his grouchy storm-cloud persona. It makes me wonder what it would take to see more of the Noah that was just joking and smiling with me.

After another round or two and various refills later, I’m winning. Again.

“How are you winning when you just learned how to play?” Noah asks, pushing himself off the pool table. “Are you conning me or something?” His voice now has a thick, noticeable slur to it, but I don’t think much of it.

I giggle, “No. I just like to win.”

He scoffs playfully and grabs his own glass with my empty one. “You sure you don’t want another?”

I bite down on my thumbnail thinking, but ultimately refuse. “Nah I’m good for now.” I’ve hit the fine line of if I have another, I could get sloppy. Sloppy mixed with what I felt earlier with his hand on my hip could get me in trouble.

He nods and heads to the bar. I pull my phone from where I tucked it in the waistband of skirt and rest against the table as I scroll through emails I’d missed. Suddenly, I feel a presence that definitely isn’t Noah’s. It’s larger, meaner, and darker.

“That your boyfriend with you darlin?” Speaks a low southern accent. His words seem harmless, but I can tell by his tone that he’s not.

My eyes rise to meet him, he towers over me about as tall as Noah maybe an inch or two more. He might be as tall as Noah, but he’s about double his size, wide and muscular. His face is angular and sharp, adorned with middle-aged wrinkles. My gaze glances down to notice that he’s holding two drinks, one that looks like the one I’ve been drinking all day.

I keep an arm around my waist, my phone open facing me and prop a brow at him. “Maybe. What’s it to you?” I neither confirm nor deny out of caution.

“Well, I was thinkin’ you could have a drink with me.” He holds out the similar-looking drink. “The bartender told me you’ve been drinking cosmopolitans.”

I analyze the martini glass within a quarter of a second – the red liquid is dull, murky and the ice is bobbing at the bottom. I’ve lived alone in big cities long enough to know not to take drinks from strange men, especially when they look suspicious. I’ve dated enough men to know what this familiar uneasy feeling in my stomach means. My thumb maneuvers slowly and discreetly to my camera app and hit record. I would send my location to someone, if I had someone to send it to.

I smile politely, “I’m okay but thank you.”

As I predicted his energy shifts and he steps towards me, “Oh c’mon pretty girl, it’s not very nice to refuse a free drink.”

The fear coiling around my spine forces me to fake a laugh, “I’ve really had enough, but thank you.”

He steps even closer backing me into the pool table, the curved wooden corner digs into my lower back. The bar is so busy that nobody is taking notice of what he’s doing.

“I don’t think you heard me, it’s not nice to refuse a free drink.” He says lowly within the small space between us. “We could just play a round of pool and have a good time.”

The walls begin to cave in on me and air is vacating my lungs. I’m paralyzed, panicking and my heart is racing so fast I fear it may tear through my ribcage.

From the moment he was just near me I knew, I just knew.

I always know.

“I’m just not interested, I’m sorry.” The words slip from me quickly and I brace for verbal impact.

He bridges the little gap that’s left between us and sets each drink at each side of my hips, caging me in with my arms wrapped around my body and my phone still recording. “You think you’re better off with that toothpick of a date you have?” He hisses.

Right on cue Noah returns, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I must’ve really been working off survival muscle memory because I had completely forgotten Noah was with me until just now.

The mystery man pulls back from me with the biggest bullshit smile on his harsh face. “Oh, I was just offerin’ your friend here a drink.” He raises the drink to him.

I chuckle nervously and wave him away, “It’s alright Noah, it’s fine, he was just being nice.” I scratch my arm anxiously. I want the interaction to be over and I’m not expecting Noah to defend me, he barely likes me as a person.

“No Vallie, I saw him.” He sets down his beer and points a finger at him. “You were being fucking creepy.” His drunken voice is rising, and I’m scared that it’s only going to make the situation worse.

The man chuckles at Noah like he’s a puppy barking at mountain lion. “What is this your girlfriend or something?” He asks as though that it’s something he hadn’t already suspected.

Noah briefly glances at me then back at him, “Yes, as a matter a fact she is.” He states assertively but his poker face isn’t that good. I’m surprised that he’s even gone this far to defend me but I’m appreciative.

He laughs even harder, “Oh you really expect me to think a girly twig like you can pull a girl like her?”

Noah doesn’t skip a beat, “You think a meathead asshole like you could pull a woman like her?”

While Noah is scrawny compared to this traditionally “macho man”, I think that was the manliest thing I’ve ever seen a man do for me.

However, it is painfully clear how drunk Noah is by the way he chooses to get in this huge man’s face.

“You’d better fucking watch it, Toothpick.” He growls in his face, then breaks eye contact with Noah to look over at me. “This pathetic joke of a man is your boyfriend?”

Noah doesn’t waver, doesn’t back down with tight fists at his sides but I can’t take it anymore. I may not get along with him, but he doesn’t deserve to be insulted like this on my behalf.

“Yes.” I say confidently with a straightened back, even though it couldn’t be farther from the truth. “Yes, actually, he is. And I’ll prove it.”

I instantly realize that I have no idea how exactly to prove it. So, I go with the first thing I think of within a split second.

I give Noah a brief look that says play along – though, I’m not sure he had enough time to understand the message because when I stand on my tippy toes, take his face in my hands, and land my lips into his, he freezes.

It feels like time freezes too as my eyes flutter closed and I melt into the kiss. Drunk in this shady bar, in this shitty scary situation, right now, it feels like it’s just me and Noah. In this moment, with our lips locked, the bar is quiet, everything is calm, and it feels really fucking good to win at pool. I can’t tell if the swirling in my tummy is from the panic or from something else entirely.

When I finally pull from him, my brows can’t help but furrow together in confusion. He looks back at me with a similar expression – though it’s hard to really decipher any real reactions in his glazed over eyes.

What the fuck was that?

The asshole is visibly over the charade. “What the fuck ever. Maybe next time you shouldn’t let your slut of a girlfriend leave the house looking like a whore.”

Before I even have time to process what he just said, Noah’s fist swings and crashes into Mystery Man’s face.

“Oh my god.” I gasp and bring a hand over to cover my mouth in shock.

It takes a second for the muscular man to react, his hand immediately going to his now bleeding nose. He doesn’t fully realize his condition until he holds out his fingers covered in blood.

His mean eyes then land on Noah like he’s a bullseye target. “You little fucking shit.” The man charges at him and in the blink of an eye, he’s on top of Noah on the ground just pummeling into his face.

“Noah!” I run over to him, not really knowing exactly what I could do.

Luckily, we’d already garnered the attention of the whole bar, so other similar sized patrons were able to pull the man off Noah before he had time to do worse damage. They drag him to the opposite corner of the bar and they fade into the background with my focus now being on Noah.

“Fuck Noah.” I mutter as I land on my knees near his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I stammer frantically looking around at what I could use to help him. The workers near us must’ve read my mind because they brought over a huge stack of napkins. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He says nothing and flutters his glossy eyes closed when I start to clean him up. He winces when I dab the blood gushing from his nose. “I’m sorry.” I repeat breathlessly, trying my hardest to keep a panic attack away. He flinches a bit when I try to gently wipe his busted lip. “Sorry.” I repeat again, because what else am I supposed to say to someone who just got beaten up because of me. I don’t dare go near his already swollen eye until I get access to some ice… or maybe some frozen peas.

“Should I call Nicholas? Or Jolly?” I ask meekly, folding the napkin within my hands.

Noah groans. “Nicholas.” He brings his hand to his forehead. “Don’t call Jolly. He’ll kill us.”

There’s something about that word in that statement. I can’t explain it, but it seems so much bigger than just Noah and I.

Before he finishes his statement, I’ve already texted Nicholas. I’m surprised at how quickly he responded and even more surprised when he says that he’s not even 5 minutes away.

“Nicholas is here? He said he’s visiting a friend at a tattoo shop in this strip.”

“How convenient.” He grumbles sarcastically and uses his hand to cover his eyes.

When I return my gaze to him, I notice his bloody and bruising knuckles. “Oh my god your hand!” I gasp and take his hand in mine. I urgently steal the condensation off a nearby beer glass to wet a clean napkin and use it to delicately clean each knuckle. An overwhelming sense of guilt fills my chest, and another even worse feeling wraps itself around my throat with thorns. My heartbeat begins thumping so hard I can hear it in my ears and I’m trying my hardest to steady my now trembling hands.

He peeks an eye at me while keeping the other scrunched closed. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft with an inflection reminiscent of concern.

My eyes begin to burn the minute he acknowledges my panic and only makes everything worse. I focus intently on where the napkin is meeting his skin. “Mhm.” I know the moment I open my mouth to speak any semblance of emotional control would disappear. I discreetly attempt to stabilize my breathing so that it might tether me back to earth.

“Hey,” His brows knit together and lifts himself up onto his elbows. I never let go of his hand. His other hand finds my chin and gently redirects my gaze to him. “What’s wrong?”

My eyes fill with tears but immediately screw shut in a last-ditch effort to keep my composure. I rarely cry and even more seldom do I cry in front of others. And here am I, about to cry in front of the person I least want to.

The lump in my throat is painful and I try to swallow it down in an attempt to keep my tears at bay. “I’m fine, just let me keep cleaning you up.” My cracking voice gives away just how close I am to unraveling. A tear escapes me and I’m quick to wipe it off with the back of my hand.

He sternly but gently grasps my wrist to stop me from continuing. “I’m not letting you keep going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know… a panic attack maybe?” A couple more tears escape, and I swiftly wipe them away. “You don’t deserve this, this is all my fault.” My eyes fall back down to his bloody hand in my own. “You look like this, because of me.”

He sits up more, analyzing. I can feel him dissecting me – even though we’re both drunk, it feels like he can see right through me. “I think it’s more than that Val. What’s up?”

That’s the first time I’ve heard my name come out of his mouth without some sort of insult attached to it. It sounds nice. I wouldn’t mind hearing it that way again.

My breathing is slowing down marginally, and I choose to ignore that his touch might have something to do with it. Surely it couldn’t have anything to do with it, right?

I take a deep inhale in preparation to speak without crying. I hold his bruised hand carefully with both of mine. I keep my attention on my thumb that is grazing across the black ink on his fingers. “Um.” I press my lips together and take another breath through my nose. He gives me my time, doesn’t rush or interrupt. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I hear my own voice crack and it feels like I’m somehow betraying myself by crying. “But, it’s not the first time something like…that has happened.” I blink some tears from my eyes and still focus on his hand. My voice is small and quiet, not the way I ever like to hear it. “It’s not even the second or third. And they’ve all been so much worse.” I let out a sad, sobby chuckle. “Which is why me crying about this is so fucking stupid because this was nothing. Worse things happen to people all the time and this was just some guy being a creep and–“

“Hey,” He rests his free hand on top of my own that were fidgeting more than I’d realized. “It wasn’t nothing. It was something. Something worth getting in a fight for. Okay?”

“It just shouldn’t be this upset over something so small.” My voice is not even a whisper. “It’s my fault.”

Weak

Is the only thing that is repeating in my head over and over.

I could’ve gotten myself out of the situation sooner.

I shouldn’t have frozen up.

I should’ve just taken the drink.

It didn’t have to escalate to that point.

I could’ve handled it on my own.

I shouldn’t be crying.

I was weak.

I am weak.

Weak.

He sits up and takes my chin into his fingers, titling my face up to meet his. The growing swelling all over his face only makes me feel worse. “You’re not stupid and it’s not your fault.” I know he’s trying to keep it together for me, but I can tell he’s struggling to form and deliver coherent sentences. “I don’t need to know any of the other instances to know that you were never stupid or that anything was your fault. Okay?”

I nod but it’s not enough for him. “I need to hear it.” The look in his chocolate eyes is one I haven’t seen in him before. Even behind his drunken daze and black eye, his eyes are genuine, kind, and concerned. A warmth blooms in my chest – it reminds me of when you’re running from the rain, and you rush into the safety of your car. That feeling of reaching a warm, safe place, that’s what I feel.

“Okay.” I reply quietly. “Thank you.”

While Noah is mere inches away from my face with his hand on my cheek, I hear a familiar voice. “What the fuck.” States an already irritated Nicholas.

Our eyes snap up at him and Noah instantly pulls away as if he has something to hide. Nicholas’ eyes shift between us, seemingly trying to decide which to address first.

“What the fuck did you do Noah.” His tone is immediately defensive.

Noah sloppily falls back onto the floor. His eyes go back to focusing on the ceiling. With Nicholas here, he looks unimpressed, maybe aggravated – definitely aggravated. For the person he told me to call, he seems quite unhappy that he’s here.

“No, no, it’s my fault.” I stop him before he continues to blame Noah. “He was protecting me.” I lower my voice into a whisper for the second half, “He helped me.”

“Bull fucking shit.” He sighs then the crouches down to inspect Noah further. He carefully pushes some bloody hairs away from his face, Nicholas’ touch on him is gentler than even mine. He gets a clear view of Noah’s face, it’s adorned with a black eye, a bruised nose covered in dried blood and a gashed open bottom lip.

“Do you think he’ll have to get that stitched up?” I bring up my thumb and chew on a freshly manicured nail.

He tugs at the injured boy’s lip looking at it closer, “No he’s fucking fine.”

While Nicholas is visibly angry, he seems oddly calm, at least calmer that I expected. I suppose it makes sense though, I’m sure this isn’t his first rodeo with a drunken Noah in a bar fight.

He lets go of his lip letting it harshly snap back into place earning a whine from Noah. “Hey!”

Nicholas stands up straight and offers me a hand to get myself up. Once I’m up in front of him, he gives me a once over, probably questioning my outfit of a lace corset and a skirt. “What were you guys doing here?” He questions angrily and closes a bit of the space between us.

“It’s a long story.” Between the alcohol, the fight, and my fading panic attack, I don’t have the energy to go through it all. He goes to argue with me, and I shut him down, mirroring his low grumbly voice. “I’ll explain later.”

His thick brows fall straight, evidently not liking my answer. He takes a moment, as if he’s trying to decide on the next thing to say without pissing me off. “He could’ve gotten you hurt. He could’ve hurt you.”

I scrunch my brows up at him. Sure, I’ve seen Noah storm out of numerous doors, and I saw him get a little abrasive with Bryan earlier, but would he actually hurt someone? Would he have hurt me?

“He didn’t, Nicholas.” I place my hand softly on his chest in an effort to calm him down. “Believe it or not… he saved me.” The sentence surprises even me as I say it.

Skepticism plasters itself across his face. “Saved you from what exactly?”

My eyes flutter to the ground and the same panicky feeling from before spins behind my ribcage. “It doesn’t matter.” I wave away the technicalities. “Point is, he didn’t do anything wrong. You should let up on him.”

He gives me a you’ve-gotta-be-shitting-me look.

The man from before – which I learned from the guys that pulled him away earlier, that his name was Mike – is being escorted out of the bar by two men who look like security guards.

“Oh, so you didn’t just need one scrawny bitch you needed two?” He practically spits at me while wiggling beneath the guard’s grip.

“Excuse me?” Nicholas snaps immediately turning to narrow his eyes at the man.

He laughs, “This one’s even more pathetic.”

I’m not sure why that, out of everything, fills me with the most rage of all. Anger spreads through me like electricity and every cell in my body propels me towards him.

An arm hooks around my waist and recoils me backwards before my fists can reach his body. Even though Nicholas is shorter than Noah, he still towers over me, and I must look tiny in his arms.

Mike mocks me while the guards try to urge him towards the door.

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t fucking talk about them like that!” I struggle trying to escape from Nick’s surprisingly strong arms.

“Hey, hey calm down,” Nicholas hushes me with a little chuckle. “I got you.” His hand gives my side a reassuring little squeeze. “It’s okay.”

Once Mike is completely out of the bar a heavy weight is lifted from my chest and I can finally breathe again. Whether on purpose or by chance, Nicholas’ arm is still wrapped around me, but I don’t mind it. His warmth is comfortable against the frigid air of the bar. It feels nice, like a shelter.

Only then does it occur to me that any sort of panic or fear I was feeling before was soothed by him. In his arms I feel safe, and it reminds me of the way I felt with Noah earlier.

“C’mon asshole,” Nicholas snaps at Noah who’s looking half dead, still laying on the ground.

Noah covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes closed, “I’m gonna need a fucking trashcan.”

“Enough with the dramatics.” Nicholas rolls his eyes, and I can practically feel the impatience and aggravation radiating from his body. “Get the fuck up so I can get us home.”

There is that word again: us.

Us.

It’s a just small detail of wording but for whatever reason, I cling onto it like it means something.

Maybe my time with them won’t be as fleeting as I thought it would be.

next chapter -> 09 - Lavender Haze

tag list; @ladyveronikawrites @kingdomof-omens @persuasivus @strawberryruffilo [comment if you'd like to be tagged?]

A/N: The love for this story has honestly been so overwhelming (in a good way obv) and I couldn't be more grateful. I really thought this would flop lol so, thank you so much for every like, reblog, ask, or comment. It means the world to me truly. Thank you.

i love hearing your thoughts so feel free to share! (i'm really bad at responding to asks but i still love them 😅 i'm so sorry)

ALSO! Thank you so much for the love on my new series, Intertwined 💗 New chapter coming soon! 💗

#i s2g i’ve edited this so many time i can’t even look at it anymore #so here have it already 😭#cheers to this being the longest chapter of the series so far 🥂#i feel like vallie’s personality really shines through in this one #concreteburialplot works #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian rpf #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian x oc #nicholas ruffilo x oc #bad omens x oc #virality series

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rayroseu · 2 years ago

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EVENT: TWST CHARITY DRIVE (@twst-charity)

I am a Contributor here !

[updated: 03_03_2024] i figured it would be more easy if i just made a carrd, please read for info and rules ^-^ sideblog/reblogs: @rayroseu-reblogs

PENDING ARTREQUEST: - cyno with malleus! by anon 💖💐

[ #lian arts -> art tag ]

[ #lian inbox -> asks and answers ]

[ #lian notes -> commentaries, memes, and theories ]

[ ko-fi -> for support and future commissions ]

masterlist under the cut~ (please let me know if youre searchinh for any works of mine!)

my art summary of 2023 ❣️❣️❣️🌌🌌🌌

: ART MASTERLIST !

☆ twistedwonderland

╰┈➤silver vanrouge

bunny guard silver (for the white rabbit festival event)

knight of dreams (silver)

tsum lilia with silver

this is the blessing i put upon you

╰┈➤lilia vanrouge

cradle seeker (for the theory that lilia kidnapped baby silver)

shadow of the past (lilia vanrouge)

from nightmares to dreams (lilia vanrouge)

awaken (lilia vanrouge)

wounds soaked on hot springs (lilia vanrouge)

Bloodshed (Lilia Vanrouge)

Lilia with Stitch! (+ Malleus' fathers way of keeping his social life intact!)

if only i could've burned to death in that fire too

Temptations (Playful Land Lilia)

╰┈➤sebek zigvolt

strike through the darkness (sebek zigvolt)

portrait of sebek

╰┈➤malleus draconia

you're not scary at all, malleus

flowers for malleus (humbuns) entry

malleus with my melody hat

pinching malleus' cheeks

deathly loneliness attacks(malleus)

chocolatier malleus

happy invitation (malleus draconia)

Malleus with Halo-halo (Filipino cold dessert)

Happy 100th Anniversary! (+Grim) (In celebration of Grim-Malleus DUO!✨)

masquerade malleus

╰┈➤book 7-related artworks

mothers day for queen maleficia (with little malleus)

subdued (queen maleficia and malleus)

you have a lot to learn with (Lilia and Malleus)

unhatched eggcellency (fanmade SSR Card of Tamago Malleus! w/ GROOVY)

mallevan/levanoa headcanon 1: draconias showers their mate with flowers 💐

mallevan/levanoa headcanon 2: mallenoa is levan and lilia's guide in practicing their magic 🪄

mallevan/levanoa headcanon 3: Malleus inherited his love of gargoyles from Levan for Levan studied Architecture in hopes of building a castle that can withstand Malenoa's destructive tantrums. 🏰

my design for Malenoa Draconia and Levan!

everytime you kissed me (Meleanor and Levan)

Lightning of Judgement (Meleanor)

Look-Alikes...? (Meleanor/Levan and Knight of Dawn/Leia)

Dreams of What Could've Been (Knight of Dawn and Meleanor with their sons)

Meleanor Draconia is the Dark Mirror Theory

the ordeal of finding a friend (meleanor x crowley (levan))

if only true love was enough (meleanor x lilia)

meleanor draconia reacting to malleus hatching

╰┈➤malleyuu stuffs ♡

malleus with barbie!yuu

meet me at midnight (malleyuu)

malleus x citrine (my oc) doodle

in comparison to me, you are just a baby (malleyuu but yuu is older to him in years)

i want to convey words more meaningful than goodbyes

mistletoe kiss but no one is allowed to kiss

╰┈➤comics

(theory comic) "I hate you beastie" where Lilia blames baby Silver for the death of his friends but really the one who he genuinely blames is himself.

(AU comic) Silver is the older brother of Malleus but he's aging at human lifespan

my most precious treasure (meleanor and malleus)

saved by diasomnia

my favourite scenes in book 7.6 doodles

╰┈➤doodles

not spared from fatherhood (crowley and lilia vanrouge)

i dont exist in other ppl's lives meme (gn yuu)

lilia and stitch as malleus new beastie! / lilia and crowley looks out for malleus' friends

All is Found (feat. TWST Mothers)

I missed seeing OB!Malleus... (Malleus with my Yuu (Citrine))

malleus with frieren

halloween gift for @/hanafubukki (malleus)

halloween gift for @/insideous-beez (grim)

crowley sketch for @/prince-kallisto

╰┈➤idia shroud

idia shroud as merryweather

☆ mysticmessenger

╰┈➤saeran choi

im the one who is in control (unknown)

lilac, the first feeling of love and spring (suit saeran)

begonia, beware (ray)

in the first blossoms of spring (saeran)

a night of just the two of us (saeran)

caressed heart (ray)

sweet dreams from saeran

happy valentines ray!

happy birthday saeran 2023

╰┈➤hyun ryu

happy birthday zen!

a date in cherry blossom spring for quirky-and-kind

☆ obeyme

╰┈➤leviathan

happy birthday leviathan

☆ genshin impact

╰┈➤hu tao

hutao fanart for a friend~

☆ gift arts

roxanna vanrouge for roxannavanrouge2400

a date in cherry blossom spring for quirky-and-kind

malleus doodle for ventiquemr

: WRITING RECS !

the love of a family - hanafubukki

overblot silver request - serenescribe

《divider credit to @/firefly-graphics》

#masterlist #notes #me #about me

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ramshacklerumble · 2 months ago

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*whistles* Check out all the rides, heh heh. A little nervous, but uhh...let's have some fun, yeah?

Groovification: Playful Land-- where everyone is a star. Think I'll get my spotlight out in the real world...?

Set home: Where do we even start?

Home Transition One: I didn't think I'd like the rollercoaster as much as I did, brrr, I got goosebumps!

Home Transition Two: Jorge and Hernando begged me to come along. I feel kinda bad leaving them behind, but I don't see any rat rides.

Home Transition Three: What a GORGEOUS theatre. I've got a handful of stage plays in the works, y'know, imagining them on a stage like that... *dreamy sigh.*

Home, after login: Mmm! Hahaha, these mozz sticks are STUFFED with cheese. C'mere, try one.

Tap Home 1: Those two... I mean, I guess I shouldn't be quick to judge. I've lost count the amount of times people thought I was sketchy. ...Still...

Tap Home 2: My family could really use a trip like this, they could use a break...Ah, nothing. Just dreaming again.

Tap Home 3: Lilia keeps giving me and Trey...a look. I figured he'd be kinda sour about not telling him, but seeing that smirk on his face-- I think I'd kinda prefer it if he was.

Tap Home 4: I bumped into Gia and that new friend of theirs. Funny, I didn't really think they'd be so comfortable with strangers, but they seemed to be having a real good time.

Tap Home 5: Huh? O-Oh, haha, my tattoo? Yeah, it's, uh...um...Man, I feel so exposed...

tag list:

@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @blithesharem @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

@theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti

@felix-cant-ski @nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade (dm to be added)

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #disney twst oc #twst #playful land card #diasomnia oc #sorrel madrigal #gar's art #gar's oc #oathofoaks

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fineprintedsunsets · 1 year ago

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ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ

Part 1 Of "Red Room Toy Collection" | Master-List Link

Toy: Icecubes

Synopsis: Sidney makes a bet with a stranger she's just met, and her fate with him lies in two cards and their outcome.

Word Count: 3.1k

!Trigger Warnings! - mentions of gambling. alcohol consumption. au (alternate universe) needy bucky. specific female oc. icecubes are the "toy" in this one. p in v sex. dirty talk. oral (M receiving) creepy ass old men. (not buck obvi) breeding kink if you squint.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Red Room - Bryce Savage

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

The sounds of slot machines echo throughout the dark building. Lights illuminate both disappointed and excited faces. The smell of alcohol on practically everyone.

She notices.

Sid- Scarlet -Davenport was a sight for sore eyes, especially when she walked into one of Vegas’s most popular casinos, wearing a glittering red dress with matching red pumps. She was the devil in disguise, and yet an angel if you got to know her.

She was known around Blackwell Casino for being a money maker, a constant visitor, and the jack of all trades. This time, Sid had caught her eye on something different.

Something unique.

A man dressed in all black leather, gloves covering his hands as he waits by a card table, eyes focused on the dealer's hands. Sid smiles, adjusts her shimmering dress, and weaves through the crowds of people.

Music drowns on as she arrives at the man's table, clearly seeing he’s about to start a game of Black Jack with 5 other men.

This table needs one more person to start a round. Count her in.

The dealer shuffles cards distinctively, not paying attention as he works them between his skilled hands, whistling along with the beat of drums. Sid finds an empty spot, next to the man that caught her attention and does the same to the dealer.

She clears her throat, feeling 6 pairs of eyes land on her. 5 of them go to her body, as expected, but the man with smooth brown hair and piercing blue eyes keeps his head up, looking at Sid with an earnest smile.

A gentleman. How exquisite.

“Ms. Davenport, Welcome To Blackwell.” The dealer stumbles a little bit, tripping over his words, but Sid only smiles her charming grin, flashing sparkly white teeth.

“A pleasure, Deal me in, will you?”

A card falls out of the man's hand, and he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed. “Yes, Of course.” Sid finds her seat, resting on the backless stool, the commotion of other players drowning out as she smiles at the man next to her. Their eyes meet, and her heart flutters. She can feel it. An instant connection. A voice pulls her out of his intense gaze as she tries hard to hide her gasp. “Scarlet Davenport. Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Please, just Sid.” Sid forces a smile at the balding man, trying hard to maintain her composure as his eyes slip down to the dip in her dress.

“Shall we start, Scarlet?” The dealer interrupts, noting her clear discomfort.

“We shall.” She places her bag down next to her, watching the dealer's skilled hands as he rounds the table, giving each player two cards. Sid places a hand over hers, feeling the shiny material she’s felt oh so many times before.

“Wait, Scarlet, you're used to high-stakes games right?”

Sid tilts her head at another brown-haired man, fairly good-looking, dressed in a suit and tie. “I am.” She replies.

The man pats the blue-eyed one on the back, smiling a wide grin. “It’s my pal Bucky’s birthday this evening, whatcha’ say with up the stakes?”

Bucky.

Her eyes find Bucky’s, seeing the embarrassment already clouding his cheeks. “Come on, Steve. Knock it off.” Bucky grits out. She tries hard to hide her smile, the dealer's expectant eyes waiting for the game to begin.

Sid thinks for all but two seconds before replying, “Sure, why not.” Bucky’s eyes shoot up, locking with hers.

“Got to treat the birthday boy, right?” She adds in a playful tone, looking at Steve.

“Tell you what, If you win, Bucky will supply you with drinks all night. If Bucky wins, why don’t you let him take you to one of those red rooms?”

“Steve!” Bucky shoots up from his stool, anger coursing in his voice.

Sid only laughs, grabbing at Bucky’s leather jacket. “It’s okay, I’m up for it, if you are?” She raises her brows, trying very hard to ignore the electricity shooting up her veins at where her fingers meet his clothed bicep. His muscles flex as he shoots his friend a glare.

“Okay.”

Let the games begin.

♢

The game starts with the dealer flipping over a singular card, now laying face up, it displays the six of diamonds, he flips over his next card, showing 10 of hearts.

16 in total.

The balding man flips over his cards, showing an ace of hearts and a ten of spades.

11 in total.

Sid can feel the anticipation building in her stomach, just like every time she plays. The feeling of winning or losing, a balanced scale, willing to tip in your favor or against your favor at any moment.

The bald man sighs as the dealer takes his original bet, stacking it with his other chips in the dealer tray. A dark man is next, he flips both his cards.

Six of clubs and four of spades.

10 in total.

The man loses his bet, huffing as he takes another sip of whatever liquor he’s consuming. Sid grips her cards, already knowing her hand. The next four men lose all their bets as Sid watches their money being taken. Some have only bet ten dollars or less. Either way, pity did not make it into Sid’s heart.

Although the game was about all seven players against the dealer, Sid knew what game she was really playing. The game between her and Bucky.

Her own bet.

Bucky flips over his first card and time seems to slow as his fingers land on the table, the card stock displaying a seven of clubs. Everyone's breath slows as they watch Bucky’s gloved hands, his eyes zeroing in on his next card.

Another flip displays the ten of clubs.

17 in total.

Bucky beat the dealer by one point. He smiles, his eyes lighting up as he is returned double his original bet.

Sid already knew she was going to lose this game, everyone's eyes moved from Bucky to her as she clutched the cards in her hands, being careful to obscure her numbers.

Sid slams down her cards, laying them face down as she displays a disappointed look. “Only 3, you win, birthday boy.” Sid gives her chips to the dealer, sliding the cards to him. The men do the same, laughing as the cards collide and the man scoops them up.

“What are you staring at her like a doe in headlights for? Don’t back down from your bet.” Steve the suit and tie guy murmurs, pushing Bucky off the stool.

He stumbles before catching himself, throwing a glare his way. Sid picks up her purse, angling her eyes at Bucky.

“Shall we?”

Bucky only gulps.

♢

Blackwell Casinos' red rooms were exquisite. Expensive leather couches, private places, and specialized services. Sid had been asked to the red room before but she’s always denied the offer.

Until now.

The bouncer sees her approach and right away unhooks the stanchion, the muscular man eyes Bucky, but Sid nods, signaling to the man that he’s with her. He nods, letting Bucky through the red ropes.

The pair come out of the red curtain blocking the visible entrance, the music is less existent in these rooms, and the sounds of moans and groans are more prominent. Sid smiles, hooking her arm through Bucky’s.

“Afternoon, Ms. Davenport. Finally coming to the red rooms?” Sid smiles at Toby, the casino manager, and a great friend.

She rolls her eyes, bringing Bucky up to the front desk, black and white marble illuminating the red led’s of the room. Women in barely any clothing carry platters of champagne to the tables. “I lost a bet, don’t be cocky.”

“Sidney Scarlet Davenport, lost a bet? To whom?” Toby’s eyes already find the man responsible, his eyes dilate just a bit.

“Bucky Barnes, it’s an honor.”

Sid’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling as if she’s heard the name before while watching Toby’s palm slide into Bucky’s, greeting him with a firm handshake.

“Always,” Bucky replies, flashing a smile. Toby retracts, fixing the lapels of his suit.

“The red room on the left is open, free of charge.”

“You treat your guest well, Tobias.” Sid mocks Tobias' wink, his eyes switching to Bucky for just a split second.

Toby smiles, leading them away from the marbled desk into one of the many private red rooms, a black door concealing anybody's view from the activities happening inside.

“A little too well”. He winks and echos a smile, letting the pair take in the room. The room is paired with a large leather couch, wrapping around the entire wall. A black marble table, and red led lights.

Simplistic, but so many possibilities.

“Anything I can request for either of you?” Toby crosses the floor, placing one hand on the door handle, Sid places her purse down on the glass table top.

“Champagne and ice cubes. Lots of ice cubes.” She adds turning around, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, already anticipating what’s to come.

Tobias smiles one last time before participating in a mock bow “Your wish is my command.”. Laughing before shutting the door and exiting the room.

♢

A bowl of ice cubes and two tall glasses of champagne layout on the table. Sid licks her lips, thanking the server as she locks the door behind her. Bucky looks at his companion, seeing her curves basked in the red hue of the room.

And Sid looked at the man sitting on one end of the leather couches. She dips her hand in the bucket of water and ice, pulling out one of the many odd-shaped cubes.

Her eyes stay on Bucky’s as she plops the frozen water into her mouth, swirling it around on her tongue. The act isn't meant to be teasing, but Sid can see him grow hard in his pants.

“Take off your clothing, Bucky.” She orders and he does so without a hesitant hand, his pants fall to the floor as he pushes them somewhere in the darkness of the shadows. His jacket, he doesn't take off.

Sid quirks her eyebrow, stalking to where he stands, grabbing at the leather. Again, that same bolt of electricity shoots through her. Bucky notices the friction too by the way he shifts and clears his throat.

“Ok, playing hard to get?” Sid smirks as she keeps the ice cube under her tongue, holding it in place as she kicks off her heels, the fabric of her dress falling to the floor.

She’s in nothing but red panties, and oh how Bucky can’t keep his eyes off of her. Her breasts are pliant and perky as she backs Bucky into the leather couches, climbing on top of him.

He palms her ass instantly, looking up at the woman straddled against his hips. Sid can feel his cock pressing into her, its length larger than she’s ever taken before.

And she has yet to see it.

Sid brings her plump lips to Bucky’s eager ones, sliding her cold tongue into his mouth. Bucky’s own tongue battles with hers, tasting each other as she fights the ice cube to stay in place.

“You're eager, Barnes.” She rocks on his cock once, smiling to herself as his fingers go to her hips, halting her movements. His gloves and fingers against her bare skin made her melt, although Sid couldn’t help wanting more.

She needed more.

With one fell swoop, Bucky’s jacket fell to the floor, along with his T-shirt. Sid stepped away from him to admire his abdominal muscles, his hard abs as he looked up at her wide-eyed.

Her eyes fell to his left arm, his flesh replaced with a type of metal. She can tell Bucky’s trying hard to hide his embarrassment, curling his fist, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, birthday boy.” Bucky smiles up at her, his gaze running over her body basked in red light, the sound of sensual music distant.

Sidney grabs another ice cube, the previous one having melted in her mouth. She puts the pointed end in her mouth while leaving the slate sent outwards. Bucky watches as she walks over to him, and leans down, the cold sensation hitting his neck.

Sid trails the cube down his collarbone, mimicking the feeling of frozen kisses. Bucky grips the leather of the couch, feeling the icy cold mixed with her hot mouth. It was as if the angel and the devil collided and met with permanent bliss. The cube left trails of cold water dripping down his stomach, Sid dipping down with her tongue to lap it up, her breasts hitting his abdominal muscles.

Bucky groans as the cube coats his pecs, cold pleasure shooting up his spine. The man shifts, his caged cock pressing into Sid’s bare stomach.

“You're hard, baby. You want more tongue or more mouth?.” Sidney teases the man, watching him bend and break, shiver, and groan as the ice meets his skin and her warm tongue licks it up.

Bucky moans as her fingers travel to the waistline of his boxers, teasing him with both the cube and her fingers. “As long as it’s you, doll”

“Correct answer.” Bucky bucks his hips as her fingers dip into his boxers, wrapping around his cock, and allowing it to spring free. His eyes are locked with hers as she licks her lips, palming his erection.

“You're big, baby. You think it’ll fit?” Sid pumps his cock once, allowing pre-cum to coat his skin, Bucky groans, forcing himself into her hand,

“Jesus, doll. I hope so.”

“Yeah, so do I, ‘would love to have this big cock in my tight cunt.” Bucky’s eyes never leave hers as her cold mouth meets his belly button, her fingers working his cock.

Her other hand reaches behind her to the bucket of ice, taking another piece. This time Sid uses her fingers, running the block up his cock, coating one of his veins. Bucky groans, his metal fingers grabbing at one of her breasts, fondling its peak. She licked away the cold water with her tongue, gathering his arousal.

Sid does the same for each protruding vein, teasing it with cold water before relieving it with her tongue, water, and fire collide. Bucky squirms, the sight of this beautiful woman on her knees for him, teasing him, playing with him, was enough to make him cum right then and there.

Sid licks a few more broad stripes before inching him into her throat. Bucky’s fingers find her hair, gently tucking himself into the strands, letting her do all the work. Never forcing it.

He thrust into her throat, feeling it contract as saliva gathers at the corner of her mouth. His metal fingers wipe it away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Sidney bats her eyelashes, feeling the way his cock filled her throat, as she too was getting very slick with arousal.

“Fuck, doll. You're so pretty like that, taking my cock.”

Oh. So Bucky could talk dirty.

“God, I'm cumming, Sid.”

A few more thrust has Bucky panting, feeling her tongue hit his cock each time he moves in and out, his groans over the loud music and the loud ring of his ears when he releases down her throat.

Sid could almost cry, she’s never felt pleasure out of someone else's enjoyment. A first time for everything, she supposed.

Sid stands from her kneeling position, swallowing Bucky’s release as she straddles his lap. Bucky’s fingers position themselves at her hips, her wet folds laying right over his cock.

“What do you want me to do? You won the bet.” Sid teases him, batting her eyelashes, trailer her cold fingers over her body, teasing her breast, her thighs, her panties waistline as Bucky watches it all, growing even harder than before.

If that was even possible.

“I need you to ride me, doll. I need to see that pussy take every inch.”

Sid groans, lifting up to move her panties aside, wrapping her fingers around his cock, “I was thinking the same outcome.” She replies before pushing down, taking him to the hilt in the first push.

It was painful, excruciatingly so as Bucky twitched inside of her, nudging inside of a crevice she never knew existed. “Fuck, doll. You're tight.” Bucky’s fingers wrap around her back, keeping her to him as she adjusted to his girthy cock.

Her knees dig into the leather of the red room couches, the smell of champagne on both of their breaths, as she pulls up once, allowing Bucky to slip out, before thrusting back in. They both buck, skin meeting skin as the ecstasy courses through their bodies.

Bucky guides her movement, groaning as her cunt clamps down, sucking him into her. “You like that, baby? Like seeing my hungry pussy take your big cock?”

“Fuck yes, doll. ‘Could watch you ride me all day.” Their lips meet in a passionate kiss as Bucky takes over, thrusting into her slightly, slowly, sensually. Bucky’s metal hand runs over her neck, her collar bone, to her spade tattoo, tracing the ink splotch with skilled fingers.

Sid’s orgasm was cresting, bubbling deep inside her stomach as she bucked her hips in tune with Bucky’s thrust, his metal hand playing with her body, while the other kept her hips in place, guiding each thrust, each buck, each groan.

“Gonna cum, Buck. Be a good boy and come with me, yea?” Bucky twitched inside her, hearing the praise from Sid’s lips was like an angel guiding you off the battlefield.

“Anything, doll.” Their lips stayed together, kissing and sucking as their thrust sped up, their movements never slowing as the music played over their moans, as each other's hands caress hot, sweaty bodies.

“Good boy, keep fucking into me just like that-” An explicit moan exits her mouth, as Bucky finds her lips again, hot and needy for her touch, her taste, her smell.

“Fuck, Sid-” Bucky pauses, slowing his thrust just a little, “Ca-Can I come inside you?”

“Yes, baby. I need to feel you come, fill me up like a good boy.”

“Yes ma’am.” Two more broken thrusts had Bucky’s fingers digging into her hips as he pushed all the way into her, watching as Sid took every inch of his throbbing cock.

“Fuck!” Sid’s thighs shook as she receded into the blanket of ecstasy, her orgasm coating her veins as Bucky’s own release coated her walls. They both fall into a kiss and wouldn’t let go until the tides had cleared.

♢

The two lay side by side, curled up in each other's arms, panting. Big smiles coated their faces.

“Wow.” Bucky laughs, running his metal fingers up and down Sidney’s bare shoulder.

“Yeah, wow.” They lock eyes again, their lips crashing together as they continue to intoxicate themselves with each other's scent. She’s never felt this happy, this alive in so long. Bucky places a kiss on top of her forehead, tucking himself into the crook of his shoulder. Then she knew it was worth it.

Did Sid lose the game intentionally?

Yes.

Yes, she did.

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