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sheerfreesia007 · 18 days ago

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Card Up His Sleeve

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

Word count: 2,603

Content warnings: Gambling, gang activity, exploitation of a teenager, mention of depression

Summary: As a kid you had a natural talent and skill at playing cards, your grandfather had recognized it and cultivated it. But now as an adult who had to grow up far too soon to help your mom you found yourself back at your old habits of gambling at poker. What happens when you win too many games at the mob boss Lee Felix’s card house? Will he finally catch you or will you get away once again?

The dark emerald background of the invitation mocked you from its place on your coffee table while its pretty gold lettering called to you like a siren stirring your curiosity to life. 10th Annual Poker Night was written across the top of the invitation in glittery gold lettering while the explanation that it was being hosted by mob boss Lee Felix’s popular card house called Dealer’s Choice was written below in flowing script. Your eyes darted down the invitation reading the dress code for the event as well as the date and time for it. In the back of your mind you wondered why you had received an invitation since you hadn’t ever been to Dealer’s Choice before.

Leaning back on your couch you wondered if you should attend, it had been almost a full month since you had played cards at one of the more popular card houses. You always had a pattern for yourself, when you won big at one of the popular places you would always lay low afterwards for a month and play at the smaller lesser known card houses putting on the front of you losing money. It was a well curated act that you had put in place so that you never came under scrutiny of the card house owners, never wanting to be banned or to get on their radar as a card shark.

Ever since you were a kid you had always had a talent for playing cards, your grandfather had discovered it when he would babysit you for your single Mom while she worked. He would always play card games with you to pass the time so that you weren’t bored whenever you were with him. It had become a great way for the two of you to bond plus when he found out how good you were at the game he began to cultivate the skill and talent that you naturally had.

When you became a teenager your grandfather passed away from old age and your mother fell into a depression that resulted in her losing her job which had the domino effect of your house being foreclosed on and you both becoming homeless. While at your wits end trying to keep the both of you afloat by living out of your grandfather’s car and visiting the food banks every week you spotted a group of gang members outside one of the food banks. They were out there in the alleyway next to the food bank playing a game of Texas Hold'em and betting on the pot. You had stood at the entrance of the alleyway just watching them before one the members spotted you and yelled at you to scram. But you stayed there watching with avid eyes as the cards moved quickly and the money grew in the pot. When another member spotted you and asked you if you wanted to play you told him that you had no money to throw in the pot and he waved you over to take his spot.

“I hate playing cards, here take my hand and see what you can do with it.” he said nonchalantly and you eagerly moved to his side and took his place. When you went through two hands and were able to win one of them the gang members had become interested in you and your skills. They began to ask you questions about who you were and why you were hanging around the food bank and when they found out your sad story they asked if you’d be interested in joining their gang and helping them win some card games. You had happily agreed but told them that you wanted a cut as well so that you could take care of yourself and your mom. The members had agreed to give you a part of the winnings and had even helped you out with a small studio apartment that was in their district for you and your mom.

You had spent years working with the gang all the way up to college before you moved away to get a degree in business management. Your mom had come back around with the help of doctors and medication and you had managed to save up enough money from the card games to purchase a condo for the two of you in the same district as the gang. They had taken care of you in one of your darkest times and you held a great sense of loyalty towards them and didn’t want to leave them. But college had pulled you away and they had promised to take care of your mom while you were gone and look out for her.

But when you had returned you had found that the gang had been taken over by mob boss Lee Felix, and while when you finished your degree you had planned to come back and work for the gang again you weren’t so sure if you wanted to work for a mob boss. Thankfully the gang had kept your identity a secret and Lee Felix had no idea who you were.

After that you got a job in a low level manager position in one of the many businesses around the city. The job gave you enough money to be able to cover the condo fees as well as all utilities and groceries for you and your mother. It also gave you enough freedom to be able to still play cards at your leisure. You were able to get back to your passion of playing cards with the added bonus of swindling money from people.

Looking back at the invitation you smirked softly as you felt the adrenaline begin to kick up inside of you. Silently you made the decision to go to the event and made an appearance, what’s the harm that could happen? It wasn’t like Lee Felix knew who you were right?

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The extravagance of the card house was unmatched by any others that you had been to. Dealer's Choice was an elite card house that you had never even bothered to think about going to because of how high end it was. You were more welcome and comfortable in the seedier card houses where there was no dress code and oftentimes someone wound up slammed onto the card tables. It’s what you grew up with and has become almost a part of your essence.

You walked through the front foyer area of the building looking around yourself with unsuppressed awe on your face as your eyes darted around the walls. It was all so opulent and grandiose that it made you feel so out of place. Taking in a deep breath you straighten your spine and lift your chin with pride before moving further into the building. As you move through the multiple rooms you spot some of the gang members that you had known back in the day and you nodded at them with a soft smile which they all eagerly returned before you came to a large room with multiple card tables set up.

You stood near the doors keeping yourself out of everyone’s way as your eyes moved around the room mapping out the layout. There were numerous tables set up around the room holding different card games and you let yourself lean back against the wall as you heard the sound of cards shuffling together fill the room. Letting your eyes close gently you smiled softly as you were transported back to those days of playing cards with your grandfather and the memory filled you with warmth. When you felt a presence next to you your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head to stare up at a very handsome man dressed in an expensive looking black tuxedo with short platinum blonde hair. His eyes were a sharp piercing dark brown that almost looked black and you gasped softly as you realized who was standing next to you.

Lee Felix, the mob boss that had taken over your old gang turned his head towards you and smiled warmly at you. You tried to keep any reaction from your face as you recognized him but you knew something had slipped past your control when his eyes dilated slightly as his smile widened.

“From your subtle reaction I assume you know who I am.” he said in that low tone of voice that he was famously known for.

“Yes, you’re Lee Felix.” you said easily as you nodded your head and his smile morphed into a smirk which had the hairs on the back of your neck.

“I have to admit I’m ashamed to know that I don’t know who a beautiful woman such as yourself is.” he husked out softly as he leaned towards you and you locked your knees so that you wouldn’t lean away from him as his complimenting words fell over you. You didn’t want to show him any sign of weakness, you knew he was a man who would absolutely exploit your weakness to control you. You had no misconceptions of what type of man he was but you also knew that if he caught you lying to him he would be even more dangerous so you gave him your name with a soft smile hoping he’d leave you soon. “Do you play cards?” he asked as his eyes darted around your face before moving to the floor where the card tables were.

“I do. Poker is my game of choice. I was just trying to figure out which table to join.” you said to him as you turned your head back to the room.

“Why don’t you join me?” he asked suddenly and your head whipped back to him and he grinned wolfishly at you causing the alarms in your head to start sounding out. “I have a private room and would love to play with you.” he said softly while leaning against the wall next to you.

“Oh I couldn’t.” you said softly as a nervous chuckle escaped your mouth in a short staccato beat.

“Please I insist.” he said imploringly and suddenly his hand was slipping around your waist as he guided you through the room to an almost invisible door at the side of the room. You felt your nerves begin to race as he opened the door and began to guide you into the room, you knew as soon as you entered this room you would be in his territory which caused you to worry.

“Wait!” you said suddenly and turned in his arms as he looked down at you with a soft look on his face.

“You don’t want to play with me?” he asked, sounding downtrodden as his eyes connected with your own wide worried ones.

“It’s not that. Will it just be us? Or will there be more players?” you asked in a rush and he grinned wickedly before ducking his head down towards you.

“Call me selfish but I’d like you all to myself right now.” he husked out and you gasped softly as your head tilted up towards his. He then successfully guided you into the room.

The room was small and intimate with just a single card table in the middle of it with just two chairs. While the room was well lit it still held shadows along the walls and it made the focus more on the card table then anything else in the room. Felix walked you over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs for you. You shivered slightly as you felt his fingers graze along the back of your neck as he moved to sit in the chair across from you.

He offered to let you deal the cards and you smiled warmly at the gesture before you began to cut and shuffle the cards. When you dealt them out to each of you your mind focused more on the game than on the man across from you but you surmised that was your mistake when he spoke up again to you.

“So how often do you play cards? You seem to know how to play well.” he said curiously and while you were more focused on the cards you answered him honestly.

“My grandfather taught me when I was a kid. And I’ve been playing here and there ever since.” you explained to him as your eyes darted around the table taking in the cards laid out.

“That’s a long time. How come you haven’t ever come to Dealer's Choice before?” he asked curiously as he leaned forward on the table while watching you with avid eyes not even paying attention to the game. He dismissively threw down his cards when it was his turn and smirked softly as he watched you tilt your head in confusion at his move.

“Dealer's Choice is too high end for me. I don’t fit in here.” you tell him as you lay down your card and win the hand. You sweep up the cards and he watches you quietly for a moment letting his eyes dart up and down your body.

“You seem to fit in now.” he said softly and your head whips up to look at him surprised before you duck your head slightly.

“I polish up well, that's all.” you say dismissively and you watch as his eyes dilate once more while staring at you. Your nerves are back again and you wonder if you’ve said too much to him.

“Is that why you frequent Back Door Stacks?” he asked curiously as he tilted his head to the side. You had been dealing out the next hand when his question filters through your brain and your head slowly lifts to stare at him wide eyed. He smirks widely at you and you feel a cold sensation trickle down your spine. “Oh yes, I’ve known all about you darling. Ever since you started playing cards after coming back from college. Imagine my surprise when I found out the reason for my least popular card house to lose a good chunk of money every three to four weeks was all because of you. I have to admit you have a good system, but you forgot one little detail, I own all of the card houses in this district and even some in the next district. And I don't like losing money, so how are you going to pay me back?” he taunted and teased in a sultry tone as he dragged his finger along the table while watching you with sparkling almost manic eyes.

“I-I” you begin to stutter softly as your eyes focus completely on him knowing that he had you in his palm. You were worried that he was going to make you pay back all the money that you had won from his card house, money that you didn't have. He smirks wickedly at you before tapping the card table forcefully.

“So let’s make a wager darling.” he taunted you softly. “If you don’t want me to punish you for stealing from me after all these years you’re going to play me in poker. Best two out of three wins.” he bets and you gulp softly before quickly nodding your head agreeing to his terms. You silently cursed yourself for letting him get the jump on you but you squared your shoulders as you dealt the next hand and watched as Felix’s eyes heated with excitement at your change of attitude.

“May the best person win.” you said confidently and Felix smirked deliciously at you from across the table.

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hotshotsxyz · 2 years ago

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they don't call it texas hold'em for nothing

(buddie) (1.6k) (6b spec) of course i wrote poker date spec, would you expect anything less of me?

The thing that Buck forgot to consider when he agreed to Bobby’s undercover scheme is that he really, really sucks at poker.

As in, down to three chips after as many hands sucks at poker.

“Guess I’m all in,” Buck jokes, placing his chips in the center of the table as the blind bet.

The woman opposite him fixes Buck with an unimpressed look.

Eddie, sitting next to him, snorts. Buck kicks him under the table.

The dealer slings out two cards to each of them. Buck lifts the corners of his for a peek and–

Fuck.

A two of hearts and a six of spades.

The bet goes around the table until it reaches Eddie, who glances at his cards, gives Buck an unreadable look, and doubles the bet.

The betting continues, the face up community cards are dealt, and sure enough, Buck’s fucked. His best hand is a pair of sixes, and with all but one player still in the game, he doubts that’ll win him shit.

“Call,” Eddie says, tapping the table, and the round is over.

Buck turns his cards over and the woman across from him snorts derisively, then flips her cards to reveal three queens. No one else at the table has her beat. No one except–

Eddie smiles innocently and drops his hand on the table, revealing a flush. “Sorry,” he says, sounding anything but.

Buck wants to rib him, maybe lean a little dramatically into his loss, but tonight he and Eddie are strangers, and Buck no longer has a reason to be at the table. He pushes his chair back and stands. “It’s been fun,” he begins, “but–”

“You can’t leave now,” Eddie interrupts. He tilts his chin up to look directly at Buck and smirks.

Buck tries not to let the confusion show on his face. “My, uh– my last three chips just joined your pile,” he says with a meaningful glance.

“Of course they did. Sweetheart, you’re my good luck charm.”

It takes Buck a full fifteen seconds to pick his jaw up off the ground and try to respond. “Uh– well I–”

“C’mon,” Eddie says– no, practically purrs, “I’ll buy you a drink if you agree to stay.”

The back of Buck’s neck flushes warm and pink, but he sits back down and drags his chair a little closer to Eddie’s. “I’d be an idiot to say no to that,” he murmurs, and it feels just a little bit too true.

Eddie slings an arm around Buck and turns his attention back to the dealer who’s been watching them with a bemused expression. “So,” he asks, “are we playing or not?”

…

Eddie’s an idiot.

An absolute fucking idiot, for more reasons than one, but the biggest reason is currently leaning into his personal space drinking a tonic water that’s been dressed to appear alcoholic.

Every time Eddie looks over, Buck’s watching him. And every time Eddie looks away, he can’t keep himself from looking right back.

He’s going to start losing soon, which is going to defeat the entire point of their ruse.

He needs a second to breathe.

Eddie pulls a black card from his jacket and presses it into Buck’s hand, careful to conceal that it’s actually a gift card they’d purchased a few hours ago specifically for the purpose of pantomiming wealth.

“Go get us a couple of drinks, will you?” he says with a wink. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

Buck shoots him a playful glare, an expression so small that no one else could possibly have caught it. He gets up from his chair and trails his fingers across Eddie’s shoulders and leans down to whisper in his ear.

“You got it, asshole,” Buck says.

Eddie swears he can hear Buck’s smirk.

The thing that Eddie forgot to consider when he agreed to Bobby’s undercover scheme is that he’s recently come to the conclusion that he’s been looking for love in all the wrong places, and that the right place has maybe been right in front of him the entire time. And the thing about that is, Eddie’s not ready to deal with it yet.

He’s not ready to deal with it, but apparently he is just about ready to pull Buck into his lap and press his lips against the skin of his neck, because he has to forcibly restrain himself from doing just that when Buck returns with their drinks.

“I’ll raise,” Eddie says distractedly, pushing a number of chips that he doesn’t bother to count into the center of the table.

“Call,” the woman across from Buck says.

Buck sets their drinks on the table, then leans into Eddie’s space until his lips brush against Eddie’s ear.

“Our new friend is sitting at the bar,” he whispers.

Eddie fails to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine. He’s so fucked.

…

Whatever game it is they’re playing, Buck’s pretty sure he doesn’t want it to end.

Which is a little concerning, because Eddie’s one of the most important people in his life, maybe the most important, and he really doesn’t need to go fucking that up because he’s feeling horny.

Still, he can’t help the thrill that runs through him when he feels Eddie shiver.

Buck leans back in his seat and tries to watch the game, but quickly becomes distracted watching Eddie instead.

When he has a particularly good hand, his lips press together and his fingers slide ever so slightly up and down Buck’s bicep. When he’s trying to bluff his way out of losing, Eddie’s knee knocks against Buck’s, but his face doesn’t move a millimeter. When he’s trying to read another player, the corner of his lips twitches up in a way that’s starting to drive Buck just a little bit crazy.

They’re gathering intel, not on a date. Buck has to remember that.

Eddie glances at him and for a split second; his expression goes soft.

Buck swallows hard.

…

Eddie finishes the hand then stands, pulling Buck up with him.

“I think it’s about time we go celebrate, don’t you think?” he says as suggestively as he can manage without sending himself into a tailspin.

Buck ducks his head and smiles. “Buy me another drink and we’ll see where it goes,” he says.

“That can be arranged,” Eddie replies, doing his best not to choke on his own tongue.

They’ve got a job to do. The only reason Buck’s flirting with him is to keep their cover. It’s not real. Eddie just has to remember it’s not real.

…

It’s not a date, but if Eddie keeps looking at him like that, it’s sure as hell going to end like one.

The worst part is, it’s not the heated looks or the whisper soft touches that are getting him anymore. No, Buck knows those are for show. It’s the warm smile Eddie keeps turning in his direction when no one seems to be looking. It’s the hand at his elbow that seems to be asking if he’s still okay with everything that’s happening.

It’s the Eddie of it all, and Buck’s starting to realize that he doesn’t just want to sleep with his best friend.

And that’s a problem, because he knows that for Eddie, this is all just an act.

It’s all just an act until they reach the bar and Eddie’s eyes go wide.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, and before Buck knows it, Eddie’s lips are on his and the entire world has frozen on its axis.

…

The fucking bartender. It had to be this fucking bartender, the asshole he went out on a date with two weeks ago, then promptly ghosted because he was pretentious as fuck and Eddie had neither the time nor the energy to let him down gently.

He wouldn’t shut up about Eddie’s job during the date, and Eddie just knows he’ll blow their cover if he realizes who he’s about to serve.

So Eddie does the only thing he can think of, which, incidentally, is also the stupidest thing he’s ever thought of.

He kisses Buck.

Eddie kisses Buck and he’s pretty sure he’s never going to be able to kiss anyone else again.

…

Eddie kisses him, and when Buck’s brain finally catches up, he kisses back like his life depends on it.

Hell, maybe it does. The people they’re here to spy on are dangerous, and it’s not like Eddie’s kissing him for no reason.

Buck wishes it was for no reason.

He fists his hands in Eddie’s jacket and deepens the kiss. If this is the only time he’s ever going to get this, he’s not letting it go to waste.

…

After what feels like forever and not nearly long enough, Eddie breaks the kiss, panting. He glances towards the bar and sees that the bartender is now focused on several patrons at the other end, giving them plenty of time to make themselves scarce.

“What was that for?” Buck whispers, just as out of breath as Eddie.

“The uh– I know the bartender,” Eddie replies. “Sorry about that.”

He’s not sorry at all, actually.

“Oh,” Buck says, in a tone Eddie can’t read at all. “Okay, so–”

“Back to the mission,” Eddie says.

Buck swallows and nods. “Right, yeah.”

Eddie has to turn away, because if he spends another second looking at Buck he’s going to do something supremely idiotic, something like kiss him a second time, except this time there won’t be a convenient bartender to excuse his actions.

Eddie’s in love with his best friend. He’s so fucked.

…

Eddie turns away and Buck closes his eyes. That kiss… whatever Buck thought he knew about their relationship has gone out the window.

Buck’s in love with his best friend. He’s so fucked.

#911 #911 spoilers #911 spec #911fic #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #abbie writes #i'm obsessed with the poker still y'all #tags to come in a minute!#userceecee #fic

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yesihaveaobsession · 4 months ago

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The Ultimate Bet

Alastor x Dean Winchester x female!huntress reader

Summary: Your soul is on the table, and Alastor wants it, why not settle it through a game of poker?

A/N- Sorry if this suck I barely know anything about poker! Anyways enjoy!! I googled a lot of this ... HA

The lounge of the hotel was dimly lit, the only light source being the overhead lamp above the poker table. The usual cheerful chatter was hushed tonight, as all eyes were on the table. Alastor sat with his perpetual grin, eyes filled with mischief, having the best poker face of them all. Opposite him sat an infamous rugged hunter, Dean Winchester, who was leaning back in his chair, his gaze steely.

You, a fearless huntress and good friend of Dean's, stood by his side, your heart racing. Your soul was on the line. Alastor wanted another soul to add to his collection, and yours interested him the most. You had encountered Alastor a few years back; this wasn't your first time in this hell. You had bumped into him at a bar, even before the hotel existed and before he disappeared for those seven years. Now, you two met again, here for a purpose.

Husker stood behind the table, dealing the cards. He dealt two cards to each player, then spread five community cards—three at once, then one more, then another—forming the basis for their best possible five-card hand. This was indeed a game of Texas Hold'em.

Alastor's smile widened as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, the sound echoing through the silent room like a heartbeat. Dean, on the other hand, was focused and determined despite the weight on his shoulders. His pretty green eyes stared at the cards in his hands.

"You know," Alastor drawled, his voice dripping with amusement, "I do love a good game of chance. And this one… well, it's particularly exciting, wouldn't you say?" He broke the silence. Dean looked up through his eyelashes at the demon, then back at his cards.

As the game began, the tension grew. Even Husk was boiling with stress watching the game unfold, knowing how good a player Alastor was. Dean's mind raced as he calculated the odds, while Alastor seemed almost relaxed, his confidence unwavering.

Round after round, the chips piled up, and the stakes grew higher. Dean tried to catch the Radio Demon bluffing and calculate his next move, but there was no stress behind that smile and those red eyes. Alastor let out a laugh. Finally, when Dean was ready, he peeked at his hand, glancing at a pair of aces and a king. He watched Alastor closely, looking for any tell that might give away the demon's strategy. Alastor, still grinning, called the bet, his own cards held close to his chest.

"So, Dean," Alastor said, casually tossing a chip into the pot, "how confident are you feeling about this hand? Confident enough to risk it all?"

"Confident enough to know you're bluffing," Dean sneered.

"Ah, is that so?" Alastor questioned. The pot grew bigger with each round. Finally, it came down to the last hand. Dean looked at his cards, his face betraying nothing. Alastor's grin was as wide as ever, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes.

"All in," Dean said, pushing his remaining chips to the center of the table. Alastor nodded. The cards were revealed, and the room held its breath. Dean's hand was strong, but Alastor's was stronger. The Radio Demon let out a triumphant laugh, his victory all but assured.

"Looks like luck is on my side tonight," Alastor purred, reaching for the chips. But Dean wasn't done yet. With a quick, almost imperceptible movement, he revealed an extra card hidden up his sleeve. The room fell silent as the realization dawned: Dean had outplayed the demon.

Everyone gasped slightly. Despite the smile, Alastor's eyes widened. Dean showed a cocky smile, looking over at you to see the relief and practically hearts in your eyes. Dean looked back at the demon who sat across from him.

Dean leaned back in his chair, a triumphant smirk on his lips. "Don't mess with a Winchester."

"Clever," Alastor said. With a flick of his wrist, Dean swept the chips toward him, securing your soul. He flipped the card that he had up his sleeve and flicked it at Alastor, then stood from the chair and made his way over to you, hugging you.

"Thank you," you whispered.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #the radio demon #alastor x you #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #dean winchester #i have an obsession

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adhdzagreus · 4 months ago

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after studying the wiki how page for playing a round of texas hold'em i am convinced that jonny sims did not know how to play poker either

#ksdfhsljdsds

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celebritycloset · 1 month ago

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Kendall Jenner wore Petar Petrov at Texas Hold'em Charity Poker Tournament

#kendall jenner #petar petrov #fashion #red carpet

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toughpaperround · 2 years ago

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Poker nights - a 911 Rec List (1/3)

SPOILER ALERT for season 6 episode 13, "Mixed Feelings"

All because a person dropped a set photo, there are fics:

On tumblr, "they don't call it texas hold'em for nothing" by @ghosthunterbuck (unrated, 1.6k) in which Eddie’s an idiot, except when he's not

"Texas Hold 'Em" by Alitomy | @alit0my (G, 4k) in which Buck and Eddie have to play a very lucrative game, but there's a catch

"raise" by withoutthetiger | @rewritetheending (E, 6.5k) where we can read the five ways their poker night could end and the one way it does

"too busy being yours to fall for somebody new" by youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 (G, 2k) in which an undercover mission unleashes some new sensations for Eddie

And even some gorgeous fanart from @like-the-rest-of-la

Finally a BONUS earlier fic (so, not based on the image), in which Buck and Eddie play "Strip Poker" by Veronae (G, 1.6k)

See also part 2, 3, or check out a 911 masterlist of themed rec lists

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years ago

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‘’WICKED GAMES PT.4’’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

-it felt like i was writing a script for a movie with the dialogue in this. i need to write angst more often fr. i’m so excited to work on more chapters but this one is already a fave hehe xx

Casino nights weren't a mystery to you- playing the game was a skill that came with an undescribable ease and that only seemed to beam when you were a vipress at poker and blackjack. You weren't worried about Stephen either, the fact he actually brought a tux along with him was delightfully surprising. It was a completely normal thing to envision him in a suit- or better yet loosening up his bow tie...or making him wrap that bow tie around your wrists and make you struggle against-

You mentally kicked yourself as you smoothed the santin of your dress, locking eyes with the reflection of yourself in the mirror to ignore the direction of the way your thoughts were heading. Hm. The dress was too tight, it felt like you were suffocating your waist and tits but at least the oozing sex appeal would be somewhat useful. You kept a semi-automatic handgun on you if things went sour- you especially hated how cliché thigh holsters were but it was a tragic necessity. Having Stephen as your plus one would give you a moodicum of protection at least, you were expecting him to use his magic if everything fucked up but knowing him he'd rather die in a ditch than raise his finger to hurt a fly. You looked…fine? Your ass looked absolutely fantastic, you couldn't lie- you appeared rich and that was a much needed plus.

Enough scrutiny, you had to leave for a spectacular night with criminals playing Texas Hold'em.

When you creaked your bedroom door open, you stole a glance at Stephen who was already cleaned up and at his wits ends waiting for you to finish getting all dressed up. He was drinking the whiskey that you tried to stash for yourself, it was as if alcohol was the only constant you had with him. As your eyes raked up, you absolutely hated how tall he was. His presence obliterated everything else in the vacinity until he was the only thing you could focus on. As attractive as he may be, he was such a royal pain in the ass. When you said 'right’ he went 'left’ and when you said 'leave', he stayed. But your pride won out.

Stephen was just twiddling his thumbs like a bored housewife on a hot summers day, fucking hell you were taking your time and he would rather watch paint dry than wait around for you to finish whatever makeup and hairstyle your mind was set on. Stephen's ears pricked up when he heard the creak of the door, swivelling his head around he saw you in the doorway, nimble fingers putting liquid gold in your earlobes. His iced eyes were intent scanning your figure: swanlike neck and collarbone, smooth skin akin to liquid gold under the shitty ambient light, hair tumbling down like a waterfall and a banging body underneath that dress.

His eyes were tearing your clothes apart, he was foaming at the mouth like a savage dog with rabies. Instead of walking you into a lions den, he could just take that whiskey you both drank like water and take it as a body shot before watching the look of violent pleasure etched on your face when-

‘’I told you about the gawking, stop doing that.’’ You walked around him, heels clacking in a steady rhythm that echoed in the space of his head.

‘’I'm not, you just took a lifetime. Plus, you stole my whiskey. I'm not gawking, I'm glaring.’’

His mind was still racing with the thought of what he did the night previous. When he came home with blood tainting his marred fingers….

The guilded and blaring lights of the casino machines were slicing your eyes, the rich expensive tang of perfume and cologne hit your senses like a blinding brick wall and you had to tamper down the urge to roll your eyes at such a glaring need for attention. You were feeling a little out of your league and Stephen caught onto it. His eyes flickered to his side to see you and he bit the bullet and offered you his arm and to his consternation, you took it. You started walking into the function and the bulk of Stephen's bicep bewildered you- no it didn't, of course he was built like this, built in a way that would make even the Greek God's jealous. You had never experience the unexpected pleasure of being this close to Stephen which was weird considering you were practically living together. He didn't smell like the obnoxious scents the men around you harboured- his scent was of pine, spice and a dark wood- intensely real, authentic and incredibly heady.

‘’Wow, I can practically smell the entitlement.’’ You raised a brow when you murmured.

‘’Say that too loud and they'll have your ass for breakfast.’’ He taunted. To your dismay, he was right.

‘’I prefer my ass uneaten.’’ You were deadly serious and it made Stephen splutter.

Your eyes scanned the room and it immediately set to the glazed planes of the dancefloor where a small jazz trio were playing for a smattering of couples swaying to the sightless invisible music. Before you could think, you dragged Stephen along with you like a dog on a leash.

‘’What are you-?’’

‘’Shut up and follow me.’’ You gritted.

It was like you were showing a toddler how to ride a trike. Your grip on his hand was ferocious when you trailed him along with you to the dancefloor. You took his hands and placed them on your waist, he almost wanted to gasp with the sheer gall and certainty of your actions. What was it with him and unreliable, spontanious women? You immediately leaned in and positioned your head on his shoulder, enough to find the source of that intoxicating heady scent that was so irrevocably Stephen. Your lips were so fucking close to his ear and he felt an unnerving shiver course through his body, and with that you moved yourself in flow with the tender smooth jazz. What is it about jazz that made every single atmosphere so fucking sexy?

‘’What's your play?’’ Stephen questioned lowly and your heart started hammering against your chest already. God, he really made you that pathetic. The question could be applied to anything going on here: what was your play with the mafia? And what was your play with Stephen?

‘’I'm buying us some time. I don't want to charge in guns ablazing infront of these pricks, we need to lay low and scope before we swim with the sharks.’’

‘’I definitely see the Natasha Romanoff influence.’’ He grumbled in your ear with a boyish grin and you bit your lip to conceal your laugh.

Stephen's grip on you was loosening and it sent alarm bells ringing through your body.

‘’Hold me tighter.’’ You whispered in his ear like a siren.

He was hypnotised, his cock concurred.

Stephen knew you would be the death of him. The death of his self control, his professionalism and any sense of preservation he thought he had. He was a very sure man and he had never been sure of anything else when he said he wanted you. Being this close to you confirmed such a fact but when your hands flew to his hair when he was dancing with you, he was fucking done for and for that reason he held onto you tighter. You fit his body perfectly, tailor made. Like you were deliberately antagonising him. A purposeful act disguised as carefree flirtation.

‘’You're play is decent at best but what are you doing?’’ He said softly but it was the kind of nonchalant question that required an answer

‘’What do you mean Stephen?’’ You asked impassively. He retracted his face from near your ear to stare at you right in the eyes.

The way his eyes immediately locked with yours was slightly unsettling, it was as if you were going under intense inspection and analysing. Stephen was so closed off, his face had this remarkable ability to never reveal a single passing thought that was crowding his buzzing brain. You were both challenging each other with mere gazes, if this was what he got out of you already you were embarrassed to find out how you'd feel after he- Your eyes immediately dropped to his lips.

‘’What is it?’’ You repeated softer this time, breath warm and flowery with that little hit of the whiskey back home. That whiskey

‘’Are you going to get yourself hurt this time around?’’ Stephen finally responded with a huff. You rolled your eyes but you knew deep down in your heart that you were being incredibly reckless with yourself, it was only natural that people would get somewhat defensive.

‘'I can take care of myself.'’ You were a broken record at this point, but it was the only excuse you had that you truely believed in.

‘’Say that again and I swear to God.’’ Stephen scolded at you.

You took a breath before responding to his patronising threat, thinking carefully about what to say next.

‘’You're being very noble, Stephen.’’ You complimented him instead of berating his undermining comments about your work. Only an asshole wouldn't take it with shit eating pride. "Whatever for?’’

Stephen didn't know what to say, a good half of him was aching to be honest with you but you were making it so damn difficult.

He cocked his head and squinted his eyes before saying, ‘’The whiskey?’’

You stifled a knowing grin and instead gave him an agreeable smirk. The whiskey. You normally didn't like whiskey but the one Stephen picked out was simply incredible, it only proved he had impeccable taste. What was jarring was that it was dirt cheap, it made you wonder if he was actually the kind of man he was hellbent on getting across to others. On some days you have fleeting visions of you and Stephen sipping and drinking the dusk away on the balcony of the Sanctum, all expensive and shit- just how Stephen seems to live his life. And then on others, it seemed that the sheer crapiness of the motel, the whiskey was the perfect constant- homely. The only place where you had any kind of connection. It took you a while to realise in all this idle thinking you were staring blankly at his face.

‘’I'm resilient.’’ You stated, unknowing of what else to ease such a heavy mind.

‘’Then don't make me be.’’ Stephen was sincere and what made your heart dampen was that it was etched all over his face.

‘’Then tell me you trust me.’’

‘’I do. I do trust you.’’

It felt like the world was spinning the wrong way when he said those words, those fated words.

‘’I haven't given you any reason to be and I'm sorry about that.’’ You threaded your hands through his hair again and he had to stifle his urge to still his body at such a touch he longed for. It made him feel pathetic that you could get him in such a state so easily.

It felt...romantic in a way. It felt sad in a way too. Dancing with you to a distant sound of jazz and strings, pretending to be like the smattering of couples on the marble floor when in reality none of it was real. Maybe he did want to dance with you. Like any other type of boring banal vanilla couple but Stephen felt his troubled waters surge already. He could break you. And he doesn't want to be responsible for that when the day does inevitably come. Was he okay with hypocrisy? He had no idea.

You cut him off from his unnerving thoughts. ‘’Sometimes I worry about you Stephen. You drink all day, you're up all night. I-.’’ You breathed, your face twinged with anxiety if you looked close enough- and Stephen was very close. He didn't know how to talk anymore. Your face went from compassionate to hard and cold within a matter of mere seconds and that's when you leaned into his collar to inhale that frustrating intoxicating scent. Stephen's nose was nestled in your hair- you smelled fresh, sweet with heavy spiced layers. A confusing combination for an equally confusing woman.

‘’Feds found the guy that cut me up yesterday.’’ You said coolly.

‘’They did?’’ Stephen's tone was bitter. And he knew exactly why.

‘’His hands were cut off.’’ You leaned back to assess his face, eyes flicking from one feature to another. ‘’And he was beaten to death.’’

If he lied to you, there was no trust between you. You knew exactly what he did. But you didn't know why for.

‘’Were they.’’

‘’They found markings that they didn't understand. From what I recall, Eldreitch markings.’’

Shit. You didn't sound pissed. Or angry. Or any sort of primitive emotion. You looked lost, like a deer in the headlights. Stephen was desperate to tell you what he did for your honour, he wanted to recall the hours he spent cleaning the blood on his hands. He couldn't remember the last time he threw a punch let alone kill someone with his fists. It was worth it though. He'd do it over and over and over for you.

Humans as a species want a lot of things: money, sex, fame. In every heart though, there beats one true ineffable desire. One that shapes every thought and action. And in that moment, Stephen's was vengeance. Sharp, cruel, blood-thristy.

‘’Is this why you snuck out last night?’’ Your eyes were searching his, desperate for an answer that you knew he wouldn't give you the privilege of offering. ‘’ You think I'm that stupid that I didn't notice the bruises on your knuckles?’’ You were sad. That was all.

‘’He hurt you.’’ Stephen said thickly. He was furious just being reminded of it. He was alive with it, he was pulsating with it. Your gaze was weary as you took him in.

The hammering of your heart stopped in its tracks and your mind drew to a crisp white blank.

‘’So you're playing white knight? Protecting my honour?’’Your tone turned biting, the conversation took a U-turn and headed straight to harsh and brutal.

It took so much strength to not take him by the collar and kiss the mouth off of him. You hated being a damsel in distress, a princess in the highest tower but through all of these revelations you couldn't deny that it made you feel safe. Stephen made you feel safe when all of your life was different paths and shitroads of danger and pain. Everyone suspected that he didn't have the ability to harm any sort of life, let alone take away a grown man's... His grasp on you was even tighter than before.

‘’I did this for myself.’’ Stephen tried to reign you in but he was sure he was making it worse. ‘’I've been…angry. I'm furious, all the time. And I'm comfortable with it. I want to be angry, I wanted a reason to be angry. A reason to get my hands bloody, a reason to use these fucking hands that left me a broken man for months. I didn't really care what I was angry for but when that asshole touched you, hurt you.. and made you bleed- that wasn't the reason I was looking for, anything but that actually. I did this for myself because the idea of someone else touching you makes me feel hollow. So yeah, I cut his fucking hands off. I haven't had the pleasure and formality of finding a healthy outlet when all I can think about is you.’’

Stephen was spilling himself like blood pouring from a wound, quickly and uncontrollably. His heart was willing out. You left him as exposed and bare from the first time he saw you; your eyes were wide with certain deep set ferocity when his words finally soaked up.

Yet, you didn't know what to say. The air hummed with the silence you weren't filling.

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