#we are smashing the countess again bois!!!!

[theintrovertbean]

Hello, beautiful people! Do you remember the Nadia spicy dream smut I promised? A little late, but it is here, and I have no idea what I'm doing, so this is not very good. I tried to make it sexier and dirtier than the smut I wrote last time, but it's nothing extreme, just the Countess having mind sex with her favorite magician.

Please let me know how you like it! Or if you like it at all. If this sucks, then I guess we know why I was so hesitant when it comes to smut. I don't have much experience with it, and I'm still trying to discover this side of writing, so feedback would be appreciated! And, of course, I'm open to more smutty suggestions.

Summary: The Countess is plagued by dreams of horror, suffering, and a future she wishes to avoid. But not all dreams are like that. Some of them are about promises of sweet love and pleasure.

Nadia is afab and MC is gender-neutral.

MC is kinda dominating Nadi in this one and this is probably not your usual Nadi smut.

I plan two more parts connected to this one!!

Minors DNI.

Spellbound Desires

The pale moonlight and a cold breeze sweep through the Countess's room. It is an unusually cold summer in Vesuvia. Colder than what Nadia is used to, but somehow, for one reason or another, her body always felt too hot.

The Countess is plagued by dreams of horror, suffering, and a future she wishes to avoid. But not all dreams are like that. Some of them are about promises of sweet love and pleasure.

Nadia would be lying if she said the latter kind does not affect her. Each morning or even during the middle of the night, she awakens with her breath heavy, not because of nightmares but because of overwhelming desire. And when the day begins, and she has to sit through another meeting, she cannot help but wonder: what could this all mean?

Her dream always starts the same. The Countess stands in front of a mirror, her body bare except for her sheer sleeping robe. She can see her nipples poking through the fabric, but not because of the cold. The Countess does not feel cold. How could she?

Tonight is no different.

Tonight, like every other night, there is a person behind her. She has seen them before, in fact, plenty of times in her dreams. They are always there, tempting her with sweet words and burning touches.

And how much longer is it going to take before she finally gives in? Before she is a mess, begging for their kisses, their touch, for anything. How long before she starts looking all around Vesuvia for this magician who claims they could grant her every wish?

Tonight is no different. 

They are tempting her again, driving her almost completely mad with desire, but then the dream always ends right before the good part. She is certain they are doing it on purpose, always leaving her dissatisfied and in wonder.

What would it be like if the dream continued? The Countess has always wanted to know even though she should not. She knows that she should not.

"MC..." Their name falls from her lips, a faint whisper, nothing more.

"My sweet Nadia." Her eyes follow their every movement, watching a devilish smile form on their lips. "You haven't forgotten me."

"How could I?" The Countess asks. She takes a deep breath, a shiver running down her spine from the sensation of being so close to MC, and when they place their hands on her arms and begin to rub, she shudders. Such a simple touch, a small gesture, and yet. She could try to deny her attraction, but what is the point? With each touch that MC gives Nadia, her body betrays her. "You plague my dreams almost every night."

"Plague?" The magician allows their hand to fall from her body, and they laugh, clearly not taking her seriously. How bold. Would they act so bold in real life too? "You talk as if you wouldn't want me here! But you do, and we both know that. Each night, when you go to sleep, you hope that it is I that awaits you. You hope that you'd dream of me. Just look at yourself."

"You want me." Their hot breath brushes against her ear, followed by a slight touch of their lips that almost makes the Countess moan. "But Nadia..." She can hear them gulp, and their skin is still touching hers. "You could have me. Every day, I could stand by your side. I would be your rock, your pillar that you could lean on whenever you need me. And when the night comes..." MC presses the faintest of kisses against her neck, and she gasps, unable to hold herself back. "You could do whatever you wanted to me. If you wanted me on your bed, tied up and blindfolded, you could have it. If you wanted me on my knees, begging to let me touch you, you could have it. And if you wanted us to make love. Well, you could have that too. I would love you with all my heart, Nadia. I would love you so much."

"L-love?" She stutters, her lips slightly apart in surprise. 

"Yes, dear Nadia. The kind of love that you can't even imagine, not even in your wildest dreams. But," MC pauses for a second. "It is also the kind of love you deserve and what you've always wanted. You've kept these desires hidden, even from yourself. But you can't hide them from me. I know what you want."

"But how could you know? You do not exist, MC. You are only in my head, haunting me like a ghost." A part of her feels sad about it. MC has promised them so much love, but it is something she can never have. 

"Are you certain about that, Countess?" She could feel them smile against her bare skin. "Go ahead, ask a servant to find my magic shop after you wake up. Tell them to find me, to confirm that there is a person named MC. They will tell you that there is; I can guarantee that."

"You are not real," Nadia insists.

"You are still trying to deny it, Countess?"

"You are not real. Because if you were..." She looks into the mirror, staring straight into the reflection of MC's eyes. "You'd prove it."

Tonight is different.

Tonight is not like every other night because this time, she can no longer resist.

After hearing Nadia's response, the magician's grin broadened in contentment; after all, this had been their plan all along. They tricked her and manipulated her into finally giving in to her desires. It is not proof that Nadia wants but pleasure and satisfaction, and MC knows it. 

Nadia’s gaze shifts to the mirror, and she finds herself looking into MC’s eyes, who then says: “My beautiful lady,” They press a faint kiss against her neck, their gaze still locked with hers. “Your wish is my command.” Then they grab her hips, spinning her around, and Nadia finds herself facing MC, her hands resting on their shoulders. It was never like this. MC was always behind Nadia, and the only time she could see their face was when she looked at their reflection in the mirror. This is the first time Nadia can take a good look at their features, and she finds herself speechless by MC’s beauty. 

The Countess leans forward and tries to kiss them, but MC puts a hand on her chest, right above Nadia’s heart, and gives her a push, gently shoving her against the mirror. She hisses at first, the cold surface of the mirror making her shiver, but then she is silenced by a kiss. MC kisses her with so much need and passion that the Countess feels her entire being go weak. Her eyes close, and she surrenders herself completely. 

As the hand from above her heart slides down to Nadia’s breast, a palm brushes against her nipple, and she can’t help but moan. Then MC unties her robe, and it falls off, exposing her naked body. What a sight. MC just looks at her for a moment, admiring and exploring her bare form with their eyes. They notice the small things that give away her arousal: the blush on her cheeks, her slightly parted lips, and the needy look in her gaze. 

“Desperate, aren’t you?” The magician asked, but Nadia bit her lip, forcing herself to be silent. This…this is not like her. She should be the one in charge, taking control of MC, but with each touch, she can feel her power slipping through her fingers. Her entire being is shaking, her cheeks are flushed, and MC can do whatever they want to her. “Answer me, Countess.” Still nothing, but MC wants her to say it. They need her to admit how badly she needs them, that she would do anything to have them ease her lust. “You have such a pretty mouth. Use it. What do you want, Nadia?” MC asks her again, brushing their lips against hers, teasing her. 

“You,” She admits it, almost embarrassingly soon. But how can she resist them when they are right in front of her, promising her love and pleasure? She no longer has any self-control, not when they are like this. 

“Who?” The magician smirks. This is all just a game to them. 

“You, MC. I want you.” 

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Please me. I want you to make me come.” 

They press a small kiss against her lips and get down to their knees in front of her. MC places their hands on her thighs, caressing her smooth skin while they look up at Nadia. Even the sight of them at her feet makes her mouth feel dry. 

“Spread your legs for me, love. Let me taste you,” MC tells her, and Nadia isn’t sure whether it is a request or a command, but MC is certainly forgetting who they are dealing with. She will have to put MC in their place once she finds them in the real world. 

Lust flooded the Countess’s veins, spreading through her. She obediently parts her legs, and MC kisses her thighs, teasing the skin there with their lips and tongue. More, please. She thinks to herself in her mind, then they pull back, staring up into Nadia’s eyes again with a smile on their face. “You liar. Look how wet you are for me, almost dripping.” The Countess whimpers in response, the blush on her face darkening. “You are ashamed, are you not? You know you shouldn’t want me, and yet you do. No, you crave me. You wish I’d just bury my face in your cunt already. But it’s fine, love. You don’t have to say it; I will give you what you want anyway.”

MC leans forward, their hot breath getting dangerously close to Nadia’s core. They kiss her lips first, only teasing her for now, but Nadia is already panting; then their tongue slides between her slick folds, her entire body shudders, and she has to bite her bottom lip to hold back her whimpers. A hand rushes down, gripping MC’s hair and making them hum into their Countess. She wants them closer, she needs more. 

When their tongue touches and then begins circling her swollen clit, she lets out a choked moan, and she feels like her head is spinning, the pleasure almost making her drunk. Every movement of MC’s lips is driving her crazy, and Nadia is instinctively moving her hips, grinding her pussy against their mouth, chasing her orgasm. 

She gasps and then covers her mouth in a poor attempt to silence herself, but this is just a dream; everything is in her head. She can be as loud and desperate as she wants to be. “Please,” She begs, her fingers trembling and grasping MC’s hair even tighter. The mirror feels cold against her skin, but MC’s tongue and lips are warm and maddening. She throws her head back, shamelessly moaning while MC sucks on her clit. “MC…” She murmurs their name. “Please, keep doing that, MC.” 

The magician keeps licking and sucking at all the right places while the Countess’s thighs twitch and tremble around their head. Nadia is a moaning, panting mess, and only they, only MC, can manage to reduce her to this state. Oh, how she wishes to experience this in real life, to have MC eat her pussy just like this, almost as if it is their sole purpose to please her. It makes her want to seek them out immediately and have her way with them.

She is so close. Her legs are trembling, and she is desperately holding onto their head, keeping them firmly in place because she doesn't want them to stop.

More. Just a bit more. 

She’s there, right there on the edge, just about to come. Her mind clouded by pleasure, she looks down at MC and sees them staring right up at her. “Oh gods, MC…Fuck, I’m so close!”  Then she shuts her eyes, her mouth opens as she pants breathlessly, and then…

And then Nadia awakens with a sudden and loud gasp, her legs trembling and her cunt throbbing between her legs. She can feel it clench exactly like when she makes herself come during lonely nights, when she gets engrossed in the idea of MC.

Slightly confused and still aroused, The Countess’s eyes search her room. It is still dark outside, and the sun is yet to rise, but MC, her dear MC, is nowhere in sight.

[marvella15]

Astaire & Rogers Rewatch Part 3: Roberta

• The Gay Divorcee was a smash hit, raking in almost $600k in profit for RKO during the Depression. It was also nominated for Best Picture. So then why are Astaire and Rogers not the headliners for Roberta? No clue. 

• As dumb as that decision was and is, in some ways, it makes their parts even more enjoyable. As the secondary pair, they don’t have to deal with misunderstandings and contrived plot devices keeping them apart or interfering with the development of their relationship. From the moment they’re on screen together, they’re a pair. 

• Their romance in Roberta is of two teenage sweethearts reuniting as adults and instantly falling back in step and in love with one another. The warmth and friendliness of their relationship, which I believe mirrors the true relationship between Astaire and Rogers in many ways, is one of the main reasons I adore this film. There are several scenes/moments where they seem to be themselves and it works perfectly.

• Our characters/actors: Huck (Fred Astaire), Lizzie (Ginger Rogers), John (Randolph Scott), Stephanie (Irene Dunne).

• Love their names in this film: Huck (short for Huckleberry) and Liz. A vast improvement, especially for Rogers who has so far been Honey and Mimi. 

• Of course for plot reasons Huck’s teenage sweetheart will be in the exact same place he ends up. But it’s worth noting that he requests for John to ask his aunt about Lizzie. He intends to look her up himself. 

• Could John be a himbo?? He’s handsome, kinda dumb, but very kind. 

• I like how Liz, in her alter ego as a Polish countess, continues throwing a tantrum even though John pushes her to the couch twice. Rogers doesn’t get enough credit for her slapstick abilities. She also somehow makes the word “orchestra” seem very suggestive.

• Love how Huck slides in towards the elevator in his hast to meet Lizzie again. She’s not mad to see him either, only worried he’ll blow her cover. Which he immediately almost does. 

• A snarky reunion: 

Liz, as the Countess: “Huck is for Huckleberry, n’est-ce pas?”

Huck: “Uhh yes, a couple of n’est-ce pas.”

• His face at being called a piccolo player is only bested by Liz’s barely concealed glee at Huck being demoted this way. In their first interaction, he calls her babe, toots, and playfully bites her hand and she puffs smoke right in his face. I love it. 

Not for nothing, later in the film he will also call John babe and toots. Huck is an equal opportunity complimenter. 

• Their relationship is established immediately as he celebrates her success and beauty. There’s no rivalry or obstacles between them, not even her stage name. While she is careful to remove her hand from between his when their private moment is interrupted, she doesn’t mind it being known she’s going off somewhere with him. 

• Irene Dunne has a fine singing voice but it’s just not what I came to this movie to hear. 

• Huck’s face as he watches Liz sing is adorable. Maybe a tad overdone but incredibly sweet. 

(gif credit @themaladjustedjester​)

• It’s a bit irritating that Rogers is forced to sing and speak in her fake Polish accent for most of the film but dang she does an amazing job with this song. It’s a full-body performance and she does it with gusto. 

• I adore the way Astaire tosses the baton over his shoulder as soon as she comes to sit with him. He’s just like, don’t need that anymore. 

• So cute as they reminisce about their younger years: 

Liz: “You know I think I was in love with you then, Huck.” 

Huck: “I know you were.”

Liz, mildly offended: “Youuuu.”

Huck: “Meeee. And what’s more, I was madly in love with you.”

• Their entire exchange is funny and wonderful. The teasing, the flirting, the declaration of past love for one another that is obviously still true. How he punctuates certain moments with a bit of tap for emphasis. They smile naturally and it feels like two friends talking. This could be AU Fred and Ginger’s real-life story and I would believe it. 

• Talking about how she won a beauty contest:

Liz: “Well, you won it for me. How did you get all the men from the overall factory to vote for me?”

Huck, very pleased with himself: “That was easy. I showed them a picture of Lillian Russell.”

Liz, incensed: “Lillian Russell? Well what was the matter with my picture?”

Huck: “Well if you must know, we got a lot of votes from the farmers with a picture of a prize heifer.”

Liz, about to playfully sock him: “Oh youuuu.”

• “I’ll Be Hard to Handle” is a special dance for many reasons including that the taps were not dubbed over later. Since they used the original sound, we can hear both Astaire and Rogers giggling and whooping throughout the dance. 

Usually, Astaire recorded the taps in post-production since the sound could not pick them up very well during filming. Hermes Pan, Astaire’s choreography partner, often recorded Rogers’ taps since she was typically off filming a different movie by then.

• Astaire often gets a lot of the credit for their dancing because he worked tirelessly on the choreography. Rogers was often away filming non-musical roles while he did this. She was in three other films in 1935 alone, in addition to both Roberta and Top Hat with Astaire. But she put in a lot of hard work too. While filming those other roles, she learned the choreography from Pan so when she showed up for the six weeks of rehearsal, she was prepared. 

• And somehow this number feels perfectly spontaneous. At the start, as he pulls her in, she looks at him flirtatiously and it’s not acting. She waits for him to come spin them around and of course it’s part of the choreography but it’s a lovely feeling of anticipation all the same. Several times they appear lost in their own world, dancing for one another. They also seem to be talking to one another quietly throughout most of the dance. Like before in their films, you can see the acting start and stop pretty clearly. 

• When one of them does a little extra dance, the other watches in true appreciation and delight. Again, not acting. Most instances where they make eye contact they look very pleased with themselves. This is the closest we’ll ever get to seeing what Astaire and Rogers were like in rehearsals, complete with the in-joke bugle call. 

• To understand better the moments of reality vs. acting, just look at the sequence where they challenge each other and argue using different dance steps. All acting. Then look at their faces immediately after this sequence ends and they enter the final moments of the dance. All them. 

Side note: don’t miss how Astaire claps his hands together to make the smacking noise when she slaps him.

• While watching a private fashion show, John and Huck dislike a gorgeous black satin gown that’s low cut and with an almost completely open back because they think it’s too revealing. But later Rogers is going to wear almost this same gown and will look marvelous in it during the “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” dance. 

• After selecting a new gown, Liz teases Huck that “tall, handsome gentleman with large bank accounts will be asking for my telephone number. And getting it.” He replies, “And won’t they be surprised when I answer?”

• Upon hearing that John’s terrible ex, who has just arrived to undump him now that he’s rich and famous, will be leaving on Saturday, Huck departs with this line: “Goodbye, John. I’ll see you Sunday.”

• Irene Dunne definitely enjoys her few seconds of being spun around with Astaire. But who wouldn’t?

• Huck’s line to Sophie, “Gee, darling, you look terrible,” is such a burn and I love it.

• Another thing I have a soft spot for is Astaire’s piano playing. It’s energetic and fun and he doesn’t do it nearly enough imo. 

• Astaire sings 3 songs (I’m not counting the fashion show “song”) in Roberta but they all have that very conversational style that suits him. And in fact both “I Won’t Dance” and “Lovely to Look At” are duets framed as a conversation with Rogers. My favorite part of “I Won’t Dance” is this exchange:

Astaire: “You know what? You’re lovely.”

Rogers: “And so what? I’m lovely.”

Astaire: “But oh what you do to me.”

• I also have to mention the little callback to “The Continental” as well as the strange rhyme of “for heaven rest us, I’m not asbestos”??

• Notice how this solo routine for Astaire is not interrupted by any cuts to his face or feet like previously solos? He got his way with the camera work.

• “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” is a lovely song that I don’t necessarily want Irene Dunne to sing, not when Ginger Rogers is in the same film. 

• Rogers’ acting when Huck talks rhetorically about wanting to marry Liz is fabulous. First, she has to be incensed at the mention of a “Liz” when publicly she’s still known as the Countess. Then she’s flustered that he’s just admitted he wants to marry her. And then she glares at him when he takes up the joke and describes his fiance-to-be as “simple” with “big feet.” And all of that happens in about three seconds. The way she sharply looks him up and down always makes me snicker.  

• This lengthy fashion show is something else I usually skip. Was there a line of gowns that were sold as movie tie-in merchandise? I highly doubt it. But why else is this so long??

• When Astaire sings the lyrics “and heaven to kiss,” his voice drops and Rogers glances at him. Huck and Liz have most certainly been kissing off screen. 

• Absolutely love how the lyrics of “Lovely to Look At” change for Astaire and Rogers. Instead of a “most impossible scheme come true, imagine finding a dream like you,” Rogers sings that he is her “most impossible dream come true, imagine finding a boy like you.” She takes his arm and on the lyrics “it’s thrilling to hold you terribly tight,” he squeezes her hand. 

• Their dance, set to “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes,” is slow and stunning, one of the most beautiful they created. It’s full of soft looks between them. Rogers spends most of the beginning gazing at him lovingly. Not to be outdone, Astaire does the same when she’s turned away or not looking at him. He also has a small, private smile soon after they begin. It’s lovely. 

• The duet is romantic and yet they don’t embrace fully until about a minute in. Instead, they hover near one another, faces angling together, small touches here and there. Holding fingertips for a particular move. His fingers briefly touch her ribs when she places his hand there for a beat. It’s a dance of deep partnership and love, not courtship. Neither needs to woo the other. 

• And when they do embrace, he holds her close for a prolonged moment before moving into the next step. As he does, that private smile sneaks out again. 

• The sudden dip is another example of Rogers trusting Astaire. She looks magnificent in the pose too. They both do.

• She lays her head on his shoulder, his hand resting gently on her hair, and her arm is around him. It’s a very intimate pose, made even more so by how he tilts his head towards her and his lips are very close to her brow. And there again, that smile. 

• When the music becomes playful, Rogers glances over her shoulder at him and finds his eyes are already on her. Both of their faces soften. 

• And ending a sumptuous dance with a backwards leap up three stairs. Super casual. They walk off the way they began, their arms linked. 

• Speaking of casual, Huck and Liz get engaged in the most laid back way ever. Perfect for them.

• I have always loved Stephanie’s expression when she realizes just how dumb (but sweet) John is. 

• The reprise of “I Won’t Dance” ends the film. Newly engaged but still in the same clothes they just performed a slow, romantic duet in, Astaire and Rogers perform a much more energetic dance. She makes her dress work for her superbly. The way they dance is very like “I’ll Be Hard to Handle,” which shows that this celebratory number is Huck and Liz, not the bandleader and the Countess performing for a crowd. And the choice of song is fitting since in the lyrics he said he couldn’t dance with her for fear he’d fall in love with her. But now they have danced quite intimately and they’re engaged. Might as well keeping dancing together. 

• Soooo another film finished! We’re getting into some of the best ones now. Up next: Top Hat.

• Also if fanfiction is your thing, here’s a very sweet one for this film. 

[eveningcatcher]

Main six + courtiers playing D&D part 1

"Alright, now that everyone's here," you said as you were looking over your papers, "Let's get started, shall we?"

"Wait, wait," Vulgora said, swinging their character sheet in the air, "How did you calculate any of these things? Why the fuck is here +5" she pointed at their intimidation stat, then moved her finger to the persuasion stat, "And here it's +3?"

"It's because you've added your proficiency bonus there," Nadia explained as she stirred her coffee.

"Proficiency?" they asked, frowning.

"That coloured dot," Julian said.

"Ohh, ohhhh, that makes sense now," they put the paper down and took the large gulp of their beer, recklessly spilling it over the white sheet of paper.

Valerius moves his chair away from the pontifex, as well as his character sheets, "So, I can leave in three hours, right?"

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"Why would you want to leave so soon?" you asked them, pouring them a glass of wine.

"Because there is no fulfilment in wasting time with filling these sheets and sitting idly, spending the precious time in useless chatter about non-existing worlds and their non-existing characters going into non-existing journeys," quaestor added as they pulled a chair in between Volta and Vulgora, "If your heart yearns for such journeys and adventures then why don't you go on and experience them on your own?"

"I see you've done some research," Portia adds as she put a huge tray of food next to the procurator, "Ilya remember when we used to play D&D?"

Julian gave his sister a wide grin, "Oh, I remember when you started yelling at me whenever I would be a DM."

"Well that's because you would never let me do anything I wanted to," she put a cup of tea next to the praetor, "Careful, it's still hot."

"So how long do we play this game?" Vlastomil asked, "I need to take care of my dear Wriggler. Oh, how sad she was when I left," he frowned, quickly wiping a single dear, "She must be worried sick, wriggling around, eating her sorrows away..."

"Oh, I can completely understand her, yes I can," Volta rose her head from her food, giving the praetor an understanding look, "I always eat when I'm stressed and anxious."

"You always eat, though," Asra commented before facing Julian, "Did I fill this right?" they asked him.

"Hm, let me see," he took the papers, along with the player's handbook. He would list through the pages, not bothering to check the book content, only stopping when he needed to check the papers.

"Here," he pointed at the skills, "You can check another stat you want."

"Oh, thanks," they took the pencil and checked insight, adding the proficiency bonus.

"So, shall we begin then?" you asked as you raised DM's screen.

"Why do you have that?!? Where is mine?!?"

"Yeah, I want some too!" Lucio demanded.

"But I am the DM, players can't have this."

"Can we just begin already?" Muriel said something for the first time, "I just want to leave."

"Alright, fine. I hope you've all made yourselves comfortable because we won't take a break for a while."

"Oh, that's no good, no, that is terrible," tiny procurator said as she was chewing her food, spilling some of it out, "What about the food? We're almost out!"

"Don't worry dear," Nadia said, as she was taking one of her rings out, cleaning the emerald with her sleeve, "Food will be brought over the time, so let's just begin already."

"Alright, alright, let's begin now," you said as you gathered magic in your hands, letting it poof and cover the top of the table, "The story begins in a small tavern on the northern side of the human village-"

"Let's smash their skulls and claim all of their things!" Vulgora said as they smashed their fist on the table, moving the mist away.

"I mean, you could do that," you said, putting your finger on your lips as you gave their idea a bit more thought. Once you've come up with the satisfying idea, you started to control the mist, folding it to your liking, until the mist turned into an inside of a tavern, with all of their characters sitting on one table, some of them drinking, others talking(more like arguing) and others playing a game of cards.

Amongst them, there is one certain Dragonborn who can't seem to calm down. They stand up, walking over the table, then announcing their idea loudly enough for the other PC's to hear:

"Let's kill everyone in this stupid village!" the Dragonborn said.

"I don't know, I kinda like it here," Julian's PC said as they took another glass of beer.

"Oh, I love this magic smoke!" he said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn, munching on it as he tried not to spill it.

"I'll try my best to make it as realistic as possible," you said, as you stopped motioning with your hands once you were sure the magic will last, "But anyway, any other thoughts on Vulgora's idea?"

"Absolutely no." Nadia and her character said in unision.

"I have to agree with the countess," Valerius said as he went through his character sheets, "The guards will kill us all."

"No they won't," Vulgora responded sharply, "There are so many of us, we will kill them all!"

"We are all first level, so I doubt it," Portia said, taking the tray of food and setting it in front of hungry Volta.

"Wait, there are levels here," praetor asked, his head buried in the player's handbook, not understanding anything.

"Yes, twenty of them, apparently," Valdemar added calmly, clearly bored; "Um, is that supposed to happen?" Muriel asked as they pointed towards a figure walking towards their PC's.

With a sly grin, you started to tell them your story. Altering your voice to what you believe a tall, middle-aged sorcerer would sound like.

Everyone looked at each other as if they thought that the other knew what was going on. Once they realised that this is most likely something about your story, they looked at the fog and listened to the old sorcerer.

"So... you must be the adventurers who want to," he quickly took a glance at the other people in the tavern, leaning towards the table the group was sitting in, and, with a low voice, said, "Kill the gods?"

"I, uh," Muriel stuttered, not knowing how to react, however, Asra started talking, moving the attention to them and, with a sly grin, said "Yes, you got the right people."

"Oh, ho, so it is indeed you," he chuckled, "What an... interesting bunch you are... reminds me of the last adventurers who have tried to do what you long for..." he smiled, "Ohh, those were the times, yes indeed they were."

"Tell us more about them," Portia insisted.

"Ohh, they were, you know, quite the colourful bunch," he said, "Though not as big as you are. Just a small group of three, a human, tiefling and a..." he stopped talking for a moment, taking the time to run their bony hands through the beard, "A, hmm, was she a pureblood, or a human too... I can't quite recall," he shrugged it off with a simple gesture of hands, "It doesn't matter. The important, and a quite interesting part, is that they were all wronged by the world and-"

"Oh, please make it quick, I don't care about them!" Vulgora's PC said.

"I use my cantrip prestidigitation to muffle out their complains," Asra said.

"Okay, you succeeded," you said, through a giggle as you muted Vulgora's endless number of complaints.

"," Vulgora tried to say something, but no words could be heard from their lips. However, this couldn't stop them, so they signed to Asra a few words, probably the only ones they knew how to sign: I'll crush you, wizard boy!

"Sorry about that my good sir," Nadia's PC turned on her chair, calling a taverner, "Could you please bring us some ginger ale for this gentleman?"

The sorcerer chuckled, satisfied with the free drink and continued, "Well then, where was I again, ah yes," he stroke his long beard as he recalled the lore, "Those three were, quite a chaotic bunch to say the least. They all hated this society, but they didn't blame the government, no no, they blamed the gods who have created this world. So anyway, what is the reason behind your decision?" he leaned to Muriel's druid, "Is it power, glory and praise? No, you don't look like the type who desires such things..." he muttered, leaning towards the evil Tiefling, "What about you, oh I think I know!" he nodded with satisfaction, "You seek the answers, young one, don't you? Or maybe it's the curiosity; what would the world be like with no god? Oh, ho, ho..." he sat back to his chair, just in time as he was handed the beverage and took a huge gulp, choking on it. With a few loud coughs, he calmed down and continued, "Well then, I must warn you, everyone who tried to kill a God has met the same fate, so I truly hope that your reason is worth it."

"Of course it is!" Lucio exclaimed, happy that the attention finally focused on him, "If we kill Gods, then everyone would be forced to become an atheist, and the only person that they could worship would be me!"

Everyone took a moment of silence to think through his preposterous statement. Julian and Portia tried to muffle their laugh, while Vugora, who finally got the ability to talk again stayed silent.

"Well, I mean," the old man started, "I guess it's not that bad. There wouldn't be any cultist attacks anymore..." he stayed silent after that statement as he, slowly this time, took a sip of the drink. Once he had drunk it all, he stood up, "Well, thank you, my children, for the drink, in return, I offer you the map to three of twelve artefacts that you'll need to kill a god."

"Wait, what are we supposed to do after we got them?" Volta asked as she chewed on a sandwich with excitement in her eyes. She was certainly enjoying this a lot more than she had expected to.

In response, the sorcerer chuckled, but this time, there was something odd in his voice, "Oh, please, only two people have gotten all three of the artefacts," after that bold statement, he seemed to have realised that he might have sounded a bit too dark, so he changed the tone, giving the group a warm smile, "But I'm sure that you could get them. Oh, ho, ho, after all, there is eleven of you, I'm sure some of you could be lucky enough."

With that, he dropped them a scroll and slowly walked towards the exit. "So," you said, "What will you do with the scroll?"

"Read it, obviously," Valerius responded, trying to sound as though he was bored.

"Alright. Nadia, you have opened the scroll, however, you can't understand anything it's written. However, you Valdemar seem to understand it. It's written in Infernal."

"Very well, then," they extended a hand to Nadia, "Give me the scroll."

"Um," she looked at you, as you gathered fog in your hands, forming a scroll with some unreadable words to her, but, when she handed it to Valdemar, they seemed to be able to read it. They didn't read it aloud, instead, they simply rolled their eyes.

"Come on, read it already!" Valstomil demanded.

"Very well then," they started reading a scroll, with a dull voice"Hot elf moms in your area are looking for a good time. No need for a pouch, they just want your big-"

"WRONG SCROLL, WRONG SCROLL!!!" the sorcerer rushed into the tavern, snatching the scroll, replacing it with a lot older one, a bit ripped at the side.

Everyone, excluding some burst into laughter. Portia's face has gotten so red that Julian laughed even louder, pointing at her, even though he didn't look any better. Asra tried to hold in the laugh, knowing that this is not the joke they should laugh at, while Muriel innocently asked Volta what was the big thing elf moms wanted. Neither one of them knew the answer, so they asked Vulgora, who gladly responded with: "Elves want the di-" they stopped as soon as they saw the Countess' disapproving look.

"I swear if this one is also a 'wrong scroll' I'm leaving," Valerius said.

"Alright, alright," you said, a bit disappointed that not everyone enjoyed the joke as much as you did, "Here you go, Julian" you handed him another scroll.

He took it and, with a bit of scepticism, started reading in a dramatic voice, accenting a random word that he found interesting: "The first artefact is Abaddon's dagger. It lies untouched in the Saint Milu's church, slowly rusting away, waiting for its owner to return, or perhaps, for another champion worthy of them..." he stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath and asked in a normal tone: "So, how was that?"

"Perfect Ilyushka!" Portia said with a smile, "You can read the scrolls from now on!" she shifted her gaze to you, "So, how are we supposed to find that dagger?"

"I don't know," you sulked into your seat, "You're supposed to think of an idea," you slowly straightened your posture, "But, if you get stuck, I guess I will help you out."

"Shouldn't we go ask some people about that church?" Volta asked as she bit on cherry cheesecake.

"That seems to be the best option," Nadia concluded, "Then, let's go, shall we?"

Before they left, Julian took a d20 and said with a smirk, "I roll sleight of hand check to see if I can steal some money from that dude drinking beer," he pointed at some random guy sitting next to the exit.

"Alright," you said, "Go on."

He put the dice in between his hands, pretending to pray and rolled it. The dice hit Volta's plate, to which she flinched, and then finally, the dice stopped. It rolled on 16.

"Yeah, you succeeded," you started as you grabbed some popcorn, "You took a little pouch, containing 2gp."

"I walk to the gentleman and inform him that his pouch has been stolen by this terrible man," Valerius said with a sly grin as he sipped his wine.

"Dude NO!" Julian shouted.

Before you could determine the outcome you turned to see if Valerius is still sure about his decision, to which he simply nodded. Amused by the way this is going so far, you said: "Well, you've told the man about the stolen money," you shifted your hands up, moulding the fog to your imagination, then continued talking in a masculine voice, "That rascal! Thank you, my man, at least some of this youth is still polite," the man stood up, walked to Julian, slapped him right across the face and took the old pouch from his hands, "How disrespectful, did your mother teach you that?!?!"

Asra giggled like a highschooler while Muriel looked amused as he listened to Volta commenting about how, if he were to steal her food, she would have given him more than just a slap.

"Roll a d20 to see how bad the imprint looks," you took the d20 that still laid next to Volta's plate to Julian. This time, he didn't do anything fancy, instead, he just rolled it expecting to get some low number.

"Natural twenty," you snorted, hiding your face in your hands from laughter, "Oh my god," you felt your face getting redder and redder from the lack of oxygen, "Yeah, that will defenetely leave a mark," you shifted the fog towards Julian's face, imprinting a red handprint across his left cheek.

"You look like a fucking idiot!" Vulgora laughed their ass off, pointing at Julian's face.

"Serves you right for doing such a crime!" Vlastomil added, along with Volta who just nodded in approval, too busy with eating to respond.

"Was it really necessary for you to be a snitch, consul?" Nadia asked, "After all, I believe that the point of the game is to do anything you want."

Valerius, in response, gave an ironic smile, lowering his head as if he were to bow, "But countess, I am simply acting according to my," he raised his sheet, "Alignment."

"Can we beat our teammates?" Portia asked.

"Why not," you smiled, still thinking about Julain's scar.

"Okay, so, consul," Portia turned to Valerius, "If you decide to be a snitch again, " she put her hand on Asra's shoulder, "We will beat you up!"

"Just take all of his possessions and give it to the poor if he likes helping so much," Muriel commented as he peeled lemon as if it were an orange.

"Muriel," Portia walked to him and gave him the tightest hug she could, "You're a genius! MC, give him 50gp for such a brilliant idea!"

"Sorry, but I can't," you shifted in your seat as you arranged some of the papers, "But I can continue with the story!"

"Finally, I was getting bored," Valdemar said, "When can I summon the dead?"

"When you reach the third level, I believe," you gave them a quick response and then continued talking about the campaign, "So anyway, you leave the tavern with Julian. who is still dazed by the slap-"

"You'll make this a permanent scar, won't you?" he asked as he pointed at his face.

"Of course I will. So, you left the tavern and noticed a bleeding beggar on the side, what do you do?"

"Valerius, this is your chance!" Asra said mockingly.

"Can we help them?" Volta asked, looking at the fog, "She looks like she hasn't been eating for days!"

"They're bleeding and you're caring about that," Lucio turned to Volta, then to others, "Why should we do anything? MC is probably just messing with us."

"Like with that scroll!" Vlastomil agreed.

"Do they have anything valuable that we could take?" Valdemar asked.

"Oh, I'm glad you're finally getting the hang of roleplaying, quaestor, but no, they don't have anything useful."

"Hm," the quaestor was silent for a moment, then they responded with a gleam of delight in their eyes, "I need components for my spells, no?" they didn't give you the time to respond, "While she may not have any valuables, she still has bones, doesn't she?"

"Valdemar no!" Nadia said.

"Why not, after all, the point of the game is to do anything you want, isn't it?" Valerius, said, still a bit salty.

"Shut up, all of you!" Portia said as she slammed her hands on the table, which made you flinch, "At this point, she'll bleed to death! Julian do something!"

"Why me?"

"Because you have Cure wounds! Use it to heal her!"

"But then I'll spend my slot."

"BuT tHeN I'lL sPeNd mY sLoT," she said as she mimicked him, "I don't care, do it, or else I'll give you a matching scar on the other cheek!"

"Fine... I use my spell on the beggar."

"Okay, you succeeded, the beggar is not bleeding, what now?" you asked.

"I give her some of my food rations," Volta said.

"Alright," you changed the fog to show a healed beggar with some food in front of her, "You've helped her, congrats, but she doesn't say anything, instead, she just stares at you."

"Let's just keep going," Asra said, "We've done enough."

"I agree, let's go for that dagger!"

"But we don't know where it is," Vlastomil said.

"Let's just snoop around then," Portia said with a smile.

"You're in a town," you pointed at the fog which showed their PC's walking around the village, "What now?"

"We ask the NPC's if they know where that church is," Asra said as his PC walked to one woman, "Excuse me, do you know where..." he stopped for a moment to think, " Saint Milu is?"

"Why I do," she said, "But, are you sure you want to go? It's very dangerous."

"Of course we do!" Vulgora added, "Nothing is too dangerous, you're just making a fuss over nothing!"

"Well, if you're so confident, then if you do go there and return alive, I'll tell my dad and he'll reward you."

"Um...sure?" Asra said, a bit reluctant.

"But I need proof that you were there!"

"Sure, what do you want?"

"How am I supposed to know that?" she pouted, "I've never gone there myself. I told you it's too dangerous, remember?"

"Alright, alright, we'll bring you a battle trophy, just tell us where to go, goddammit!" Vulgora said, clearly losing their patience.

"Alright, alright, sheesh," she said, "Just go north from the city's shop. It's the last house in the village, just straight forward," she extended her hand in front of herself, "You can't miss it!"

"Thank you," Julian said, "By the way, has anyone ever told you you look dazzling?"

"Why thank you, " she smiled, "Too bad I can't say the same for your face," she giggled and went her way.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Portia snorted, unable to sustain the laughter.

"You'll keep doing this to me, won't you?" Julian asked defeated.

You nodded and continued., with the narration: "You've walked to the small shop. Do you want to stop by to buy some things?"

All of them agreed and went inside.

"Oh, travellers, I haven't seen any of them in a while. Greetings, greetings, how may I help you," he turned to Vlastomil and Valdemar's PC, to which he immediately shouted, shaking in fear, "Oh GOD, please, please don't kill me! I don't have any valuables, nor do I have much money, plus I'm not tasty, see?" he pointed at himself, "I'm only skin and bone! I barely have anything to feed my son with, please, please spare me!"

"Um, sir," Nadia said, "We are not here to kill you... we just want to buy something."

"You do?" the man straightened himself, grasping at Nadia's hands with tears of joy, "Oh thank you, thank you! I thought this was going to be the last day of my life! Please, ask for anything that you need!"

"Do you have healer's kit?" Volta asked.

"Why I certainly do, my dear," the shopkeeper responded, "That'll be 7gp."

"But isn't the price for that 5gp?" Portia asked.

"It is," the shopkeeper said, "However, I had to buy this in the town and to go all the way to here. Plus I'm also the only shopkeeper in all of the nearby villages."

"Could you give us a special price," Julian asked, "After all we are the adventurers, so we'll surely buy many things!"

"Are you buying the healer's kit for him, dear?" he asked Volta, "I doubt that will be enough to help him," before Julian could protest about the rude comment again, the shopkeeper clapped his hands and said, "But I sure know what could help you!" he bowed down and took a little bottle, "Mommy's kiss!"

"Mommy's kiss?"

"Yes, mommy's kiss is a powerful cream that can clear your skin from any acne, blackheads and, most importantly, scars! Suitable for any race and any skin type! My son loves it!"

"If that's the only thing that will remove this scar, then sure. How much for Mommy's kiss?"

"Well, this is a rare cream that can remove any skin imperfection, but for you, my fine gentleman, I'll lower the price to 200 gp!"

"Two hundred gold pieces for that tiny bottle!?!"

"Well, it is Mommy's kiss, after all."

"Sorry, but I'll have to pass."

"But I'll take the healer's kit," Volta said.

"And I'll take five arrows," Portia said.

"Why does the Great axe cost 30gp?!?" Lucio asked.

"But I only have 10!!!" Vulgora said, "How can we get the money?!?"

"Well, if you go to the Saint Milu, you'll get some money," you said.

"Ughh, fine..."

"Excuse me, sir," Valdemar leaned to the shopkeeper who nervously sweated, "Do you, by any chance, sell bones of the humanoids?"

"Eek!" the shopkeeper said.

"Okay, so, Valdemar, the shopkeeper is terrified of you," you started, "Because of that, you have an advantage on rolling intimidation check. So if you want to force them to give you something, feel free to try."

"Oh, how fun," Valdemar's eyes glowed with joy, "Are there any scrolls here?"

"I, I do have some scrolls," he said, visibly shaking.

"I'll take the one with the inflict wounds spell," they said.

You threw two d20 at them, "Roll them, the AC is 15."

They rolled the dice, where one dice landed on 4 while the other one on 14.

"Is your intimidation at least +1?"

They took a glance at the skills table and gave you a toothy grin.

"You got the scroll, however, the shopkeeper told you to get out or else he'll call the guards."

"Too bad. Looks like you're not going to get Mommy's kiss, Ilyushka!"

"Fear not, we're going to find you Mommy's kiss in some other shop," Lucio said, laughing mid-sentence.

"So, because Muriel has a keen mind feat, he leads all of you north."

"You go Muri!" Portia cheered.

"...Thanks."

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[immiebee]

“No, Momma!!!!!”

“Yes, Allie!”

Valerius rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared down into Lactarius’ outside garden. The well sized fenced in garden gave her the space to plant her fruits and vegetables during the spring and summer months leaving her greenhouse open to plant more exotic species of vegetation. A dopey crooked grin broke across his face as his wife and son waged war in her garden.

Alaric had been helping him earlier that day in his winery. The young boy following his Da and taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling winery. It wasn’t until they were checking the grape vats that Alaric decided to get more hands on. The young boy tossing his shoes and socks off and jumping into the large wooden vat with some of grape stompers. The young women squealing in delight as their young master joined in, making their work fun for the next hour. His feet, legs, and clothing soon covered in layers of sticky grape juice. Thankfully Valerius had suggested that he should wear his chore clothes, so not to ruin any of his good outing clothes. The young boy quickly becoming more of a stained mess with each jump.

It wasn’t until Alaric decided he had enough of hard work that Valerius was shouting for his son to stop, Alaric making a quick dash towards the manor. His arms outstretched like a bird as he swiveled and twisted. His cheerful laugh be followed by his panicking father’s shouts.

The young boy had been known to help with chores and while both his parents praised him for helping. He also had an unfortunate habit of continuing his normal activities after helping. Which often would lead to more work for the servants and his parents. Which was why when Lactarius hooked the boy under his arms and swung him up and then swiftly deposited the grape cover child in front of her Valerius let out a relived sigh.

“And where do you think your going covered in grape juice, boy?”

“I’m hungry! I’m going to ask Mabel for some snacks!”

Lactarius crosses her arms as she quirked an eyebrow at the grinning ombré haired boy. His blue eyes bright with mischief. “Not until you get cleaned up. We still have stains from the last time you ran through the manor after smashing grapes.”

“Aw, Momma!”

Valerius had taken a seat on the raised veranda just above the garden. The veranda itself lead into the manor or into Lactarius’ greenhouse, leaving no chance for Alaric to slip by both his parents should he make a dash for the doors. Resting his chin in his hand he let out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t ‘aw’ me! You need a rinse.”

“Okay! I’ll go inside and take a bath and then get snacks!”

Lactarius tied up her messy hair as she stared down at her son, her blue eyes filled with determination. Her demeanor quickly shifting from cool, calm to ready for war as she rolled up her sleeves. Alaric quietly sensing his own doom slowly backed towards the open gate as Lactarius stalked closer to her son, “Not a bath. A rinse. You will not be staining our tubs!”

“You wouldn’t Momma!” Alaric’s voice going to a sharp screech as he took off towards the veranda steps. Valerius standing at the top of the stone staircase his arms outstretched while his son scrambled up the steps on his hands and feet.

Lactarius once again hooking him under the arms, wrestled the squealing boy in her arms as she made her way towards the barn. Valerius following the pair giving a soft laugh at his son. Alaric glaring daggers at his father as he was heaved over his mother’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Da! Don’t let her do it! I promise I won’t give my teacher a headache anymore!”

Shrugging his shoulders Valerius gave an amused grin, “You say that every time you get in trouble. And yet you still manage to give your teachers headaches.” Tussling his son’s hair he continued, “Just get it over with and you can get your snacks.”

“This is abuse! I’m going to tell Countess Nadia on you! She’ll take me in! She’ll adopt me!” Kicking once more as they neared the barn Alaric continued his shrieking, “Or I’ll run away from home! And be a bandit leader like Uncle Hawkthorn! Or a mercenary like Count Lucio when he was young!”

“Wrong, Allie. Bandits and mercenaries aren’t scared of a little cold water. They take baths.” Lactarius drawled which was shortly followed by a soft grumble, “Nu-uh. They don’t need a bath! Otherwise animals they hunt would smell them!”

After a low sigh from his wife, Valerius gave her a wink, “Then I guess you won’t need a rinse.....” A soft cheerful squeal filling the air as they came to a halt in front of the large outdoor cow trough. “A shame really, my love. Our son. Alone outside with the wild beasts. Unable to come back inside our wonderful manor.”

Lactarius grinning as Valerius’ voice dripped in comedic drama. Giving her own loud sigh, she leaned into his shoulder as Alaric arched up to peer over her head. “Oh, my beloved! How tragic our only son will no longer be with us! For he is a wild beast that must live in the woods and fend for himself. With no one to give him snacks or warm clothes!”

“Fine. I’ll take a rinse.” Alaric crosses his arms giving a small pout as the two looked back at him, “You guys are big babies. I’d make it on my own!”

“I’m sure you would....” Lactarius shortly flinging the boy into the deep trough. A grin cracking across her face when Alaric flailed about in the ice cold water. His wild hair sticking to his face as he broke the surface. Valerius gave a snort of laughter when Alaric flopped out of the trough and onto the dirt. His wife smacking her hands together as she made her way back to her garden, “You need to dry off before you go inside, Allie. Go sit on the veranda and dry off.”

“Momma!” Alaric giving a shrill cry before chasing after her. “No fair! I had my punishment!”

“True. But you still haven’t learned your lesson and a punishment isn’t complete until you’ve learned a lesson.”

“Da!!!!!! Tell her to let me in!”

The witch turned momentarily, her blue eyes piercing into Valerius’ golden ones. The man halting in his steps as his son tugged his pant leg, Alaric’s own large blue eyes swelling up with crocodile tears. Valerius was saved when Lactarius gave an amused smirk, “You are a push-over when it comes to your son, my love. I simply am keeping myself from one of your late night melodramatic sob stories.”

Puffing up in defense, he gave a quick snarl, “I’m not melodramatic!”

“I had to drag you to bed at three in the morning after Alaric ruined his Prakan bed sheet after he jumped on his bed covered in grape juice. You were drunk and refusing to go to sleep.” Lactarius crossed her arms, “You were so loud, you woke up some of the servants that in turn woke me up. And I had just drifted off into a nice deep sleep.”

Alaric smirked as his father crossed his arms and snapped his head to the side. Lactarius walked over to the pair, brushing a piece of hair behind her husband’s ear, “You ARE a push-over. And dramatic. And more importantly.....” Dropping a heated kiss to his lips. The action pulling Valerius from his own temper tantrum, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her close. The hairs on the back of his neck raising as she cooed, “...if you can keep Alaric soaking the floors and making a mess, you might get a nice surprise tonight~”

“Oh~ you promise?”

Valerius’ eyes snapping open as she gave a breathy laugh, “Well considering he’s making a mad dash towards the manor I can’t keep any promises.”

“Dammit, Alaric!!!”

Lactarius let out a loud laugh as she was tossed to the side. The Consul taking off in a sprint across the yard slowly catching up to their son. The pair tripping head over heels and collapsing in a pile of limbs in the grass. Valerius’ loud screech filling the air, “Don’t you bite me you little beast!!!! Accept your fate with dignity!”

“I’m a wild beast! I don’t need dignity!!!!!”

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Valerius is a push-over when it comes to his son. And a hover parent. Alaric has Valerius wrapped around his finger especially when he bats his baby blues.

Lactarius is the parent that deals out the “punishments” most of the time. Though never abusive to Alaric she does have a way of making him learn his mistakes.

[sherrybaby14]

Wanted: Dead or Alive

This is for TiltheendwillIwrite’s 6k Challenge (Congrats Lady)

Prompt:  Wanted: Dead or Alive

Pairing:  Bank Robber/Cowboy Bucky x Female Reader

Summary:  A trip to the bank ends up more exciting than you planned. Wild West AU. Lots of background MCU characters

Warnings:  Guns, Illegal Activities, background consensual non-con (not graphic), Bad People, Fluffy Smut (What a weird list of warnings).

                 Ding. The bell sounded as you pushed open the door to the bank.  Your skirts dragging along the wooden floor were the only other sound as the establishment’s eyes came to rest on you.  

                 The folks in this town were quieter than the last, but you still heard their whispers as you waked to the line for the teller.

                 ”There she is…”

                 “Richest woman in the country…”

                 “She’s more beautiful than I heard…”

                 “I heard she’s British, actually a Countess…”

                 “Her dress is worth more than my Pa’s house…”

                 You tried to keep your smile down, but the rumors seemed to grow like a tumbleweed.  

                 “Ahem, ahem.”  You brought out a kerchief as you cleared your throat, then addressed the groups one at a time. “Not a countess, far from the richest woman in the country, and that’s just plain silly.  You can’t live in a dress can you?”  

               “Ah, Mrs. Strange I presume, we have been awaiting your arrival.” A man in a black coat walked out from behind the cage, he was nondescript, looking like any other banker in any other town.  “I received your letters and the people have been bustling since your arrival last night. How have the accommodations been treating you?”  

                 “Like I am tempted to purchase the hotel rather than build a house.”  You held out your hand while the banker placed a kiss on your knuckles.  

                 “Your letters stated you were considering our dear town as a possible home.  Does that mean you’ve decided?”  The banker held his arm out, signaling you toward his desk.  

                 “New York has grown boring, especially since my dear Stephen’s demise.”  You dabbed at the corners of your eyes.  “I want the fresh air, peace and quiet city life lacks now that I am a widow.”  

                 “I will admit, I had never heard of your husband, but you said he was a top surgeon?  What an admirable profession.  I am sure he is missed by many.”  The banker eyed you up and down, no doubt wondering where your traditional black mourning garb was.  

                 “Well, it has been eighteen months.”  You smoothed out the forest green frock as you sat, pushing your arms together and straightening your back to make sure your cleavage was on display for the man.  “Before I pick my future home, I want to ensure my money is protected.  Can you offer those services?”  

                 “Of course.  We have a top of the line vault.”  The man’s eyes were glued to your chest. “We offer safety deposit boxes as well.  Anything you could need to ensure your riches.”  

                 Your eyes looked behind the banker to see another employee nailing a piece of paper to the wall.   You got up from your chair and rounded the desk, going straight for the notices.  

                 There were five men, each their own sign.  Their pictures all showed eyes only, faces heavily covered by bandanas and cowboy hats. The words of the top read the same:  WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE.  Even with the taupe color tone, you could tell the newest addition had big blue eyes.  It almost made you smile.  

                 “That’s the Stark gang.”  The banker was right behind you. “Don’t you worry about them.  They’re far from here.  Last spotted over three hundred miles away.  Federal Marshalls are hot on their trail.  Won’t be long until they’re on the noose.”  

                 “I’ve heard stories.” You tilted your head. “They kidnap a girl from each heist.  Threaten to murder her if the law is called. Nobody ever listens and the women are never returned, probably bones in the desert now.”  

                 “It is a shame, but nothing for you to worry yourself with.”  The banker touched the small of your back.  “Can I give you a tour of the vault?”  

                 You didn’t like his hand on you and tried to step out of the way, but he moved with you so you grinned and bared his touch.

                 “That’s why I’m here, after all.”  

                 He nodded in return and guided you behind the teller cages. When the banker’s hand finally left your back you fought the urge to wipe the spot down.  He pulled out his keys and slid the first one into the vault.

                 “This vault is uncrackable.”  The man swung the door open, proud of his room.

                 BOOM! BOOM!  As if on cue gunshots sounded from the door.  You plugged your ears as you turned to see four men walk in, all with cowboy hats and bandana’s covering their faces.  

                 “NOBODY MOVE.”  He blasted the gun two more times.  “THIS IS A ROBBERY.”

                 Your heart jumped at the realization of what was happening.  You looked at the banker with shock who seemed as dumbfounded as you did.  

                 “NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE A HERO.”  The main one spoke.

                 Your eyes snapped back to him, even with the bandana those eyes made it clear that was the legendary Tony Stark.  Two blue-eyed men began attaching ropes to the teller cage. That must have been Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson.

                 A fourth man was patting down the men in the bank, disarming them.  It was Sam Wilson.   That left one of the gang unaccounted for.  

                 “Don’t even think about closing that door, you hear?” The click of a gun made you turn your head to see the newest member’s blue eyes locked on the banker.  “In fact, why don’t you raise your arms nice and slow away from those keys.”  

                 He was inches from you.  This wasn’t supposed to happen.  You took a step to run when A hand gripped your upper arm.  

                 “Now where do you think you’re going you little heathen?” A strong tug pulled you back into the man’s chest.  “Woah, what’s your name Darling?”  

                 “Get your hands off me.”  You pulled your arms, but it didn’t budge from his steely grasp.  

                 He chuckled as he looked down at you.  

                 “Unhand her.” The banker seemed to spark too.  

                 Bucky spun around and twirled his gun, so the butt was in the lead as he smashed it against the man’s head in the exact right spot, sending him falling to the ground with a thud.  

                 You gasped and covered your mouth.  

                 “Relax darling, he’s just taking a little nap.” Bucky winked, still holding on to your arm.  “THAT’s THE LAST WARNING.  ANY OF THE REST OF YA GET OUT OF LINE WE’LL USE THE OTHER END.”

                 Bucky squeezed down harder and you ran to get out of his grip.   He yanked you back with ease.  

                 “You’re a fancy lady.  I can tell, but that doesn’t give you the right to behave so poorly.” Bucky gave a tsk tsk. “HEY BOYS, I’M GOING TO TAKE MISS FANCY PANTS IN THE VAULT WITH ME FOR A QUICK LESSON. She can help empty too.”  

                 “QUICK,” Tony yelled back.  

                 Thor and Steve were tugging on the ropes and the teller cage was seconds from falling over.

                 “What?!?!”  Again you tried to run. “NOOO!”

                 He hoisted you over his shoulder and walked into the vault.  You screamed and kicked, hitting him in the back as he pulled the door almost all the way shut.  

                 “ENOUGH!” He screamed before dropping you on the sack of money.  

                 Your eyes scanned the vault.  There was no safe.  

                 “You’re doing so good baby girl.”  Bucky whispered in your ear.

                 In made you jump, but then his lips were on yours. He opened his mouth and you parted yours welcoming his hungry kiss just as eager.  

                 “STOP!” You screamed.  

                 Bucky pushed his forehead to yours and gave you a wicked smile.  

                 “YOU’RE HURTING ME!” You yelled again with an exaggerated cry.  

                 Bucky turned to the safety deposit boxes and went to the side, using the master key to unlock all of them.  It was such a stupid set up.  What was the point in the things if they could be opened like that?  

                 You turned and started gathering the bags of money, your adrenaline flaring.  

                 SMACK!  You let out a true scream as you jumped forward.  

                 “OH SHE LIKES IT ROUGH FELLOWS!” Bucky yelled out the vault door.  

                 You turned over your shoulder to look at him and rubbed your ass.

                 “Fuck you that hurt!” You whispered.  

                 “Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright.”  Bucky grabbed your waist and spun your around, pulling you against him.  

                 You melted in his kiss, your heart racing from the adrenaline of the robbery.  He reached behind you and pulled out your hairpin, running his hands through it as he made you look more disheveled.  

                 When he pulled away from the kiss he bit your lip, dragging his teeth hard enough to make you wince.  

                 “AHHHH!”  You gave an over-exaggerated scream.  

                 Bucky spun you around and ripped the back of your dress slightly.  

                 “Hey, I like this thing!” You had to push your hand against your chest to keep it up.  

                 “That banker man had his hand on it.  I did not like that one-bit Y/N.”  Bucky turned back to the safety boxes and started emptying the contents into his bag.  “We’re burning it when we get home.”  

                 CRASH!  That meant Steve and Thor had the teller counter’s down.    Bucky waved his hands at you.  You nodded and took a few deep breaths before the tears started to well. You blinked rapidly and they came down, smearing your make up in the process.  

                 “Big finish Y/N.  You ready?”  Bucky beamed at you with pride.  

                 Bucky put his bandana back on and wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you next to him while he hooked the bag from the boxes to his belt.  Then he pulled out his gun and held it up to your head as you walked out of the vault.

                 Everyone on the floor looked up at you.  Their fear was soon replaced with pity as you kept the dead-eyed look on your face, trying not to make eye contact with any of them and continuing to sniffle and cry.  

                 “Take a look at this beautiful woman.”  Bucky pushed you out in front of him, keeping his hand on your shoulder.  “Hasn’t she been through enough?  Do you really want to see her dead?  Because that is what will happen if a single one of you notifies the law.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”  

                 You brought your arms up and sobbed silently, scared your dress was going to slip and you were about to give the bank patrons a different sort of show.  

                 BOOM! BOOM!  Tony fired two more shots.

                 “My man asked you a question!” Tony fired again.  “If you’re going to rat on us, let us now know and we can put this sweet thing out of her misery.  Or else keep your traps shut and we’ll cut her loose in a few days, better than we found her.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

                 “Yes.”

                 “Yes.”

                 “Yes.”

                 The gargle of yesses came from the bank.  

                 “Why don’t you get our little hostage on the horse and get out of here.”  Tony kept the gun pointed on the crowd.  “We’ll catch up.”  

                 “I don’t want to die.”  You pinched your eyes shut.  

                 Bucky pulled you back against him and put the gun to your head as he led you to the door.

                 “You won’t have to, as long as these people keep their word.” He marched you outside and straight to his horse.  

                 You climbed up with ease and Bucky jumped up right behind you.  

                 In ten seconds you were on your way out of the town. In twenty seconds you felt safe enough to drop the act.  

                 Lips pressed down on your neck, as you both galloped away on the horse.   Bucky’s mouth went next to your ear and he whispered:

                 “So proud of you baby.”  He kissed your ear and you went warm with his praise.  

~~~

               By the time you got off the horse your thighs were quaking and the sun was down.   Bucky jumped off first and then grabbed your waist, lifting you off.  Even in the twilight, you saw the approval on his face. You were finally one of them.  

                 “How did it go?”  Jane was the first to walk outside of the cabin.  

                 You took one look at her pants and almost moaned in jealousy.  

                 “Y/N was a pro.” Bucky wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled your back to his chest.  

                 “I knew she would be.”  Pepper appeared in the doorway.  “It’s kinda fun, right?  I mean the first few times at least.”  

                 “First few times?”  Peggy walked out behind Pepper.  “How long ago was your first time?  Still seems like you have fun to me.”

                 “It’s been so long since we did the rich widow bit though.” Pepper sighed.  

                 “That’s my favorite because of the dress.  And the night in the hotel.” Jane looked up longingly. “The worst is new teacher  because then you actually have to live in the town alone for a month.”  

                 “Do you think the Marshalls would believe us if we told them that the ladies were actually the brains behind this whole operation?” Bucky had a playfulness to his voice.

                 “I think if they spent two minutes alone with our ladies they’d ask where to sign up.” Thor appeared out of the darkness, holding a few bags of loot.

                 Jane went right for the greeting.  Steve, Sam, and Tony appeared behind him carrying money. Steve and Tony each got their kiss.

                 “I’m the only single one?”  Sam shrugged.  “Less competition.  After dinner, I’m going into town.”  

                 “I’m starving.  Did you make dinner?”  Tony put his arm around Pepper.  

                 “You know we did.”  Pepper led him inside.  “And single or not, nobody is going to town. Tradition. We eat, we celebrate, we divide the money, and we go our separate ways until the heat dies down.”

                 “Good job newbie.”  Tony looked over his shoulder at you and gave a nod.  “But what sort of name is Stephen Strange?”  

                 “A guy I dated a long time ago.” You shrugged.

                 “Oooooo.”  Sam and Steve let out exaggerated teases.  

                 You rolled your eyes.

                 “Do you want to change before we eat Y/N?  That dress looks ruined.” Pepper held the door open.

                 “Bucky got grabby.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

                 “Didn’t like the way that bank man was touching you.” He kissed the top of your head. “And I might not have been the first she dated, but make damn sure I’ll be the last.”

                 That brought a round of awwws from the group.  

                 “I can fix it.”  Jane was right behind you.  

                 She gathered the dress together and did some sort of tucking to make it stay in place.

                 “There.  Not perfect, but won’t fall down.”  She sounded pleased with herself.

                 “Thanks.”  You glanced over your shoulder at her.  

                 “Good job today Y/N.”  Thor nodded at you.  

                 It was a strange thing, being good at deceiving and robbing people, messing with their emotions.  But none-the-less you enjoyed the pride it brought you.  You might be going to hell, but at least you were all going together.  

~~

                 “Welcome to the gang!”  Steve downed the last of his drink before standing up to join Peggy. “Again, great job today kid.”  

                 “Really Y/N.”  Peggy beamed down at you. “Happy you’ve decided to join our little family.”  

                 “Thank you.” You looked at the ground, a little embarrassed by all the encouragement.  

                 “Don’t be shy.”  Bucky pulled you closer, the crackling of the fire and the sound of the crickets the only thing for miles.  “You really did do well, especially since it was your first time.”  

                 Peggy and Steve went into the house, leaving you and Bucky alone at last.  Today was dangerous, but you felt safe.  In fact, you never felt anything but kept when you were with James Buchanan Barnes.  

                 “What?”  He smiled at you when you rested your head on his shoulder.

                 “I keep thinking about one thing.”  You spun yourself so that you were facing him, your hands going behind to your split dress.  

                 “Alright fine, I apologize.”  Bucky looked you in the eye.  “I’ll buy you a new dress, hell one-ninth of that money is yours.  You can buy yourself one.”  

                 “That’s not it.” Your fingers undid Jane’s fix and this time you let the bodice fall forward.  “I keep thinking about how you promised to fuck me.”  

                 Bucky’s eyes dropped to your exposed breasts.  That look of starvation crossed his face and he was on you in a second.  Grabbing your hips and lowering you to your back as he climbed on top of you.

                 Your hands went to his hair as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, flickering his tongue until it hardened into a peak. His hand went to your other breast and he began kneading it.

                 “Fuck.” You tried to flex your hips up. “I’ve been wet set the bank.  I need you Bucky.”  

                 He grunted but didn’t stop teasing your breasts. Then he lifted his weight and you wasted no time lifting your hips and shimming out of the dress, undercoats and all, no longer caring about saving the piece of clothing.  

                 Then your hands went to Bucky’s belt and you helped him undo the buckle and pull his pants and underwear down.  

                 Bucky sucked harder without warning and went from kneading your flesh to pinching.  

                 “Ahhh!” You squealed underneath him.  

                 “See?”  Bucky lifted his head. “You do like it rough?”  

                 You pushed at his shoulder and he took off his shirt. When you continued nudging he rolled onto his back.  The only ceiling for the both of you the stars above.  

                 As you climbed on top of him you grabbed the base of his cock and slowly lowered yourself onto his thick shaft.  

                 Bucky reached around and grabbed your waist as he sat up, moaning as he slid deeper inside of you.  

               His mouth was on your chest again and he resumed teasing your nipples, but now it wasn’t a tease as you took more and more of him inside of you until he was buried.  

                 You rocked your hips back and forth, knowing full well this brought you more pleasure than him.  But you’d been turned on all day and were desperate for the release.  With each movement, the tip of his cock brushed your G-spot bringing you closer to the rush you craved.                     

               Bucky urged you on, flexing his ass up every time you rocked forward, making your clit brush against his pelvis.  Soon you were working at the perfect pace and your orgasm began to crest.  

                 It was beautiful, bringing your body to life with a wave of sweet pleasure.  Before you could ride it out Bucky flipped you over.  

                 The missionary position gave him the control to throttle into you at full force.  It turned the sweet orgasm into an overload of pleasure as each thrust brought it back to life over and over again.  

                 Soon you were a mess underneath him and all the while he spoke:

                 “Good girl.  You were such a good girl today.  Made me so proud.”  

                 The praises only made you come further undone until your head and being were nothing but fireworks.  

                 With one final thrust Bucky pulled out of you and ropes of his cum hit your belly.  He pressed his forehead to yours as you both tried to control your breathing.

                 Then he rolled over, so his head was next to your, offering you his shirt to clean yourself off with.  Instead, you grabbed the ruined dress.  

                 “I thought you liked it?”  Bucky opened his arm for you to come cuddle on his chest.

                 “Na.” You took your spot and gazed up at the stars with your beau.  “Bucky Did I really do good today?”  

                 “Na.” Bucky repeated and you popped your head up to see him grinning at you.  He tilted his head to the side. “You did the best.”  

                 You dipped your chin and went back to his chest.

                 “Wanted: Dead or Alive.” The image of the poster came to the mind.

                 “Welcome to the club darling.”  Bucky kissed the top of your head.  

                 You weren’t scared of anything.  Not when his arm was around you. The two of you could conquer the world if you wanted.          

[cocomaxley]

Chance at Love

Chance at Love Chapter 8 - Rashad x Greysen(OC)

Synopsis: Greysen James is an attorney that had to do everything on her own. After years of hard work, she finally made it. She didn’t take time for herself let alone time to date. One fateful day, on her way to her best friend’s wedding in a small Mediterranean country called Cordonia, that all changed.

Some notes: This is sort of an AU. It would take place at the beginning of Book 3 when Liam x Anitah (MC) are engaged. Anitah will often call her Greys (pronounced like Grace). I have never written fanfic or anything outside of school/work documents, so please be gentle.

Warnings: Implied smut and implied NSFW. So if you’re under 18, please look away. I don’t want messages from your mommy and daddy.

Word Count: 1,632

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The wedding goes off without a hitch. Anitah is the picture perfect bride, and Greysen couldn't be happier for her best friend. After she helps load Anitah and her dress into the carriage, the bride and groom leave the cathedral. Rashad pulls her into a waiting limo. Alicia, Pam, Drake and Leo are already inside the vehicle along with another couple she hasn't met yet.

Leo makes the necessary introductions, “Greysie meet Maxwell and his wife Stephanie, Max and Steph, meet Greysie, Anitah’s best friend.”

Maxwell is bouncing in his seat like a little kid on his way to the zoo, “Aw yeah! This is going to be Beaumont Wedding Bash 2K18!”

Greysen turns to Rashad confused. He and Stephanie both just shake their heads. She giggles understanding she will likely learn what this means later tonight.

Leo rubs his hands together and says, “Let the party begin, ladies and gents!”

He pulls out four bottles of champagne from the limo fridge and hands one to each of the men. They pop the corks and fill the ladies’ glasses. The group clinks their glasses and downs their drinks.

They are arrive at the palace and make their way into the ballroom. It is beautifully decorated in wine and navy colors to match the men’s tuxedos and the ladies’ mermaid style dresses. The navy blue three tier cake with deep red flowers and gold accents sits on a table in the middle of the room.

They take their seats at the head table as dinner service starts. More drinks are poured and Greysen clinks her glass with her fork, winking at Anitah as Liam leans in to kiss her.

Maxwell’s eyes widen and he says, “Ooh, let's play a drinking game! Every time someone clinks their glass for them to kiss, we all take a drink!”

Drake groans and Pam sympathetically pats his hand. Rashad raises his glass and drinks in acknowledgment. Greysen does the same, understanding that Beaumont Wedding Bash 2K18 has just begun.

Alicia nods her head and says, “This sounds like a horrible idea, let's do it!”

Leo just smiles. The last time Greysen saw that smile, she paid the price with the worst hangover the next day. The next thing she knows, Maxwell has clinked his glass 4 times in a matter of minutes before Drake rips the fork out of his hand.

Maxwell whines, “Awww come on, Drake!” As he reaches for his spoon. Drake quickly yanks that out of his hand and removes any silverware within Maxwell’s reach.

Stephanie giggles, “You know that'll just motivate him more, Drake.”

All of a sudden the group hears someone tapping on a microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen of the court, please join me in clinking your glasses so the royal couple can kissssss!”

The group breaks out in laughter as people start tapping their glasses. Anitah and Liam share a deep kiss, smiling at each other as they pull apart.

It's time to cut the cake, the happy couple cuts their slice of cake and Liam puts the fork gently into Anitah’s mouth. Greysen’s eyes widen when she sees the mischievous look on her friend’s face. Anitah takes a handful of cake and smashes it all over her unsuspecting husband’s face.

Liam laughs, “Oh, so you want to play, huh?” He grabs his own handful and smears cake on her face. She's completely surprised at his retaliation and starts throwing cake at him. Liam picks up a napkin to shield himself from the flying dessert as he returns fire.

Bastien walks towards the king, unsure if he needs to step in. He thinks about it before walking back towards the door resuming his post. Stephanie has to maintain a tight grip on Maxwell's suit jacket to keep him from jumping into the fray.

Regina is so shocked at her step-son’s antics, “Liam! Anitah! Show some decorum!”

As she continues to clutch her chest, both of them are doubled over with laughter completely covered in cake. Their white clothing streaked with blue and gold frosting. They quickly excuse themselves to clean up.

Drake and Pam head to the bar and Alicia and Leo slip out of the ballroom. Rashad takes her hand and leads her onto the dance floor. He holds her close and she rests her head on his shoulder. He leans down and places a soft sweet kiss on her lips. She smiles at him. What did she do to deserve this man?

As they're dancing, she notices Madeleine and Kiara shooting daggers in her direction. She gives Madeleine a wicked grin and a wink, pulling Rashad down into a passionate kiss that he eagerly returns.

After what seemed like forever, Anitah and Liam finally return to the ballroom looking flushed and giggly, their hair a mess. Leo and Alicia slip back into the ballroom shortly after, both looking just as giggly adjusting their disheveled clothes.

The emcee announces that its time for the bouquet and garter toss. The ladies line up, Greysen, Pam and Stephanie are standing to the side of the crowd not participating in this particular tradition. At the front is Kiara, Penelope, Madeleine and Alicia. Anitah turns around so her back is facing the crowd and throws the bouquet into the air. Alicia trips Penelope and pushes Kiara out of the way so she and Madeleine are the only two battling for the flowers.

“Over my dead body, Maddie!” Alicia screams as she elbows her right in the face and triumphantly catches the bouquet.

Leo watches proudly as his girlfriend takes down the three noble ladies until he realizes she's holding the bouquet in her hand. He swallows hard and pulls at his collar with his finger.

Liam takes his place in front of the single men and turns around launching the garter behind him. All of the men, except for an unknowing Leo, take three steps out of the way and the lacy garter lands directly on Leo’s boutineer. Liam turns around and bursts into laughter, “Bullseye, brother!”

Leo stands in the middle of the dancefloor completely dumbfounded at what just happened. Drake walks over and claps him on the shoulder.

“Looks like you're next buddy!” Drake chuckles as he makes his way back to his wife.

The party goes late into the evening, drinks flowing non-stop. The men go to the bar leaving the ladies together. Greysen hears someone clearing their throat behind her. The ladies turn and see Madeleine. Pam immediately rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

“A true queen would never act so barbaric during a special wedding tradition. The cake cutting is symbolic between husband and wife”, Madeleine says with an evil smirk.

Greysen smiles at her, “Maddie, why are you such a bitch? Do you really think you're that much better than everyone? Even though you've been turned down by the three most eligible men in your own country, to fun American women.”

Madeleine looks affronted and is about to retort when the men return from the bar. Rashad wraps his arm around Greysen’s waist.

“Countess Madeleine, I recall telling you to leave my girlfriend alone. It seems that was unnecessary since she had no problem putting you in your place”, Rashad says with a chuckle, “I believe Lord Neville is still looking for a marriage prospect. You two would be quite the pair. Now, please excuse us.”

He quickly leads Greysen away from the group and out of the ballroom. Once they're down an empty hallway, he pins her up against a wall and captures her mouth in a heated kiss. She grabs the front of his shirt to keep him from pulling away.

“Rashad”, Greysen moans breathlessly as he kisses her neck.

He responds a low tone, “Tell me what you want, Greys.”

“You, I want you.” She pulls him into another kiss.

Just then Pam and Drake enter the same hallway, Pam pinning Drake against the wall.

“You like that, Walker?” Pam purrs.

Drake notices they aren't alone and tries to grasp his wife’s roaming hands, “Pam, stop. We aren't alone. PAM!”

She opens a door and quickly pulls Drake into the room. Rashad groans, resting his forehead against hers. Greysen giggles at his frustration, “Come on lover boy, we can't leave until Anitah and Liam leave for their honeymoon anyway.”

“I can't wait to get to New York so we can have privacy. Being here is like living with your horny brothers that always have their even hornier girlfriends over”, he grumbles as Greysen continues to laugh.

“Don't worry, baby, I'll make up for it later” she whispers in his ear, pulling him in for one last kiss. He growls before he melts into the kiss.

At the end of the night, the crowd of people thin out. Maxwell is the still dancing and Stephanie has her head laying on the table.

Alicia and Leo have disappeared again. Pam and Drake were just making their way back into the ballroom. Anitah runs up to Greysen and pulls her into a big hug.

“Thank you for being here, Greys. This past month has been amazing!”

“Aw, Nita, thank you for asking me to come. I missed you!”

Anitah releases her and turns to Rashad, pulling him into a hug, “Take care of her please. She means the world to me.”

Rashad smiles at her and kisses her cheek, “I will, I promise. She is my world.”

Anitah and Liam bid everyone a final farewell as they head to the airport to leave for their honeymoon. Rashad puts his arm around Greysen’s shoulders and starts walking back into the palace.

“Now… I believe you made me a promise” he smirks at her.

“I believe I did”, she giggles as they make their way back to her room.

[gayregis]

TOP 4 **EPIC FAILS** IN THE WITCHER

Milva readied her bow, strung it deftly, and aimed. The string came up to her face, one of the feathers grazed the corner of her mouth.

The archer was killed on the spot. Milva’s arrow struck him under the left arm and penetrated deeply, more than halfway down the shaft, shattering ribs, and smashing the lungs and heart.

He fired a fraction of a second earlier and the red feathered arrow struck Milva low in the abdomen. It tore into her guts and severed an artery and shattered her pelvis. The archer fell to the floor as if hit by a battering ram.

Milva left behind her a large, shiny trail of blood. In the place where she lay, in a blink of an eye, it had grown into a puddle on the floor. Cahir cursed, his hands were shaking. Geralt felt overwhelmed by despair. And rage.

“Auntie!” Howled Angoulême. “Auntie, don’t die!”

Maria Barring opened her mouth, coughed horribly and spit blood down her chin.

“I love you too, Dad,” she said clearly.

And she died.

“Strong words,” Cahir said calmly. “Let’s see what else you can do. Angoulême, Ciri, run!”

“Cahir…”

“Go,” he said, “help Geralt.”

They ran off. Ciri helped the limping girl.

“You asked for it,” Bonhart narrowed his pale eyes, as he did he twirled his sword.

“Asked for it?” Echoed Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach dully. “No. It is my destiny!”

They rushed towards each other and collided violently. The blades clattered against each other, the corridor carried the sound of steel banging on steel.

“Not bad,” Bonhart gasped when they moved apart. “Not bad boy. But you’re not a witcher, that little bitch wanted to deceive me. It’s your turn. Prepare to die.”

Bonhart attacked again. Cahir parried, cut, ducked, jumped, grabbed his opponent’s wrist, pushed him to the wall and put his knee is his groin. Bonhart grabbed him by the face and slammed the hilt of his sword into the side of his head, once, twice, three times. Cahir blocked the third strike. He saw the flash of the blade and instinctively parried.

Too slowly.

Bonhart’s blow smashed his temple, cheek and mouth. Cahir dropped his sword and stumbled; the Bounty hunter swung again and slashed him between his neck and collarbone. Cahir fell at the feet of the marble goddess, his blood, like a pagan sacrifice, pooled at the base of the statue.

“Faster… Run faster…”

“I can’t,” breathed the girl and sat down heavily on the floor. Ciri stunned, watched the blood oozing from her leg. She was pale as death.

Ciri knelt and quickly took off her scarf and belt and tried to make a tourniquet. But the wound was large and deep, and very high on the leg, too close to the groin. The blood would not stop flowing.

The girl grabbed her hand. Her fingers were as cold as ice.

“Ciri…”

“Yes.”

“I am Angoulême. I did not believe… I did not believe that we would find you. But I followed Geralt… Because it was impossible not to follow. Did you know?”

“I know. He is well.”

“We found you… And I scoffed at Fringilla… Tell me…”

“Don’t talk, please.”

“Tell…” Angoulême’s lips moved slower and with more difficulty. “Say, you’re still a princess… In Cintra… I’ll be rewarded, right? You’ll make me… a Countess? Tell me. Do not lie… Can you? Tell me.”

“Don’t talk. Save your strength.”

Angoulême sighed, suddenly leaned forward and rested her forehead on Ciri’s shoulder.

“I knew…” She said quite clearly. “I knew a whorehouse in Toussaint was a better idea.”

It took a long time before Ciri realised that she was holding a dead girl in her arms.

Regis deftly evaded the beam and returned to his usual form. He materialised at Geralt’s side.

“Be careful,” the witcher grunted, trying to discern what was wrong with Yennefer. “Be careful, Regis…”

“Be careful?” Said the vampire. “I? That’s not why I came here!”

With an incredibly long and fast leap he reached the wizard and grabbed him by the throat. His vampire fangs glistened.

Vilgefortz screamed with rage and terror. For a brief moment, it appeared this was the end of him. But it was premature. The wizard had an arsenal of weapons for every occasion. And against every opponent – even vampires.

The wizard hands grasped Regis and heated up like red hot irons. The vampire screamed.

Geralt also cried out, seeing that the wizard was literally tearing the vampire. He jumped to his friend’s aid. But was too late. Vilgefortz pushed the vampire into a column, with both of his hands burning with white fire.

Regis screamed.

He screamed so loud that the witcher had to cover his ears with his hands. The remains of the windows shattered noisily. The column simply melted. And the vampire melted with it, turning into a shapeless stone.

Geralt cursed furiously and desperately. 

Vilgefortz walked towards him. “I could reduce you to ashes with a spell,” he said. “Or I could melt you into a glassy mass, as I did with that monster. But you, witcher, you deserve a different death. In combat. Maybe not a fair fight, but still.”

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[theintrovertbean]

The Night is Ours

Aka my poor attempt at writing smut.

WE ARE SMASHING THE COUNTESS TONIGHT BOIS!!!

Hello, hi, and welcome back. It is I, Esz, the biggest Nadi simp ever known to exist. This time, I bring you some sexy stuff. I actually haven't written smut in three years, and tbh, I did have to step out of my comfort zone to write this, so yeah, please, be nice because, man, when I tell you that my bitch ass struggled 💀

It's kinda short, like your dad's pp, but this is what I was thinking about while listening to this song on repeat. It's straight af, I know, but we're going to ignore that. Listen to it while reading if you'd like, but I think that it eventually stops fitting the lil spicy story? Idk.

I should probably say that English isn't my first language (which is true) because that makes every spicy writing better. And it's also probably not your usual smut, but you'll see. I tried to be a bit poetic.

Nadia is afab and MC is as gender-neutral as they can be.

Enjoy, babes ;)

Minors DNI

The Night is Ours

The door closes. They waste no time, and their lips find each other without any hesitation, tender and loving. They have been thinking about the same thing: as soon as it is all over and when they are all alone, they will get lost in each other's arms. And that is what they do, their hands now freely roaming in an effort to feel as much of the other person as they can, to blindly memorize the feeling of every inch of their bodies.

"Hmm…" Nadia breaks the kiss with a small sound, her eyes red with lust. "You are irresistible, my dear. What am I going to do with you?"

"Everything," MC whispers, allowing themselves to run a finger along the Countess' bottom lip. "We are alone now; no one will interrupt us, my love. The night is ours."

She smiles with nothing but love and adoration dancing on her features. "And you are mine, MC. And I am yours." Then the Countess leans down again, capturing MC's mouth in another sensual kiss.

Their attention focuses only on each other, the love, and the passion they share. They are lost in their maze of love, in the feeling of first their hearts and soon their bodies becoming one.

Hands brush against skin as they reach under layers of fabric, lazily shedding them and allowing them to fall on the ground like leaves of silk. There is no rush, and they both let themselves succumb to a slow pace.

The magician's eyes fall on Nadia's body. They have seen her naked before in the baths and while she dressed, and yet never so bare and vulnerable before. She is always so confident in her appearance, as she should be, for she is the most beautiful woman to ever live, but she can't help the blush that appears on her cheeks under MC's gaze.

She is the woman, a goddess meant to be loved and worshipped. Her body must be appreciated, showered by not only MC's eyes but their lips too. Every caress, every faint touch of hers sends a shiver running down MC's spine.

And MC. Precious, dear MC. A work of art, the embodiment of beauty and perfection. A magical creature in both looks and nature. It is no wonder that the Countess is mad with desire.

Minds clouded by lust, they fall on the bed without ever taking their hands off each other, not even for a moment. They both moan, breaths heavy, their need reaching its final peak.

She descends on them first, leaving trails of kisses on MC's body. Her lips burn their skin like fire, but without the pain, for tonight is only about love and pleasure. Nadia explores them thoroughly, and her mouth lingers for a moment more when she finds a spot that earns a particularly good reaction from them. She allows herself to wander, to explore the map that their body is with a hunger for the grandest of treasures.

"Countess..." The magician exhales when Nadia finally rewards them with a single, gentle kiss between their thighs, but she immediately withdraws. She looks at them expectantly, and MC quickly corrects themselves. "N-Nadia..." They stutter, unable to control themselves any longer, but she knows that. The past few days have been a constant torture, nearly getting caught on multiple occasions, always having to stop for whatever reason, and while she loves to tease them, now it is not the time.

Her eyes stare into their soul like a snake, penetrating their mind, body, and soul with sweet, maddening poison while her mouth pleasures them. Nadia is like poison. Delicious and addictive, setting MC's veins on fire whenever she makes a sound, low hums, or even moans that vibrate through their core and rush through MC's entire being, spreading inside them.

She sucks and licks at all the right places, her work intense and purely focused on reliving MC of days of torment. Some of her memories might be lost, but Nadia knows what she is doing, and now, with the magician squirming under her, she makes good use of her talents.

And when MC finally reaches their climax, they can feel her smirk against their flesh; she is pleased with herself. She takes the same route while kissing up their body, with MC still a trembling mess beneath her.

When her mouth reaches their face, she kisses MC again but soon finds herself on her back with the magician straddling her waist. Her eyes widen in surprise, and then she smiles, feeling a sense of pride in her chest. Her MC is not only smart, adorable, and gorgeous but also exceptionally capable. More than worthy of a Countess' affections.

MC's lips brush against Nadia's skin, their hot breath making her shudder, and her hand reaches for their back. When they reach her breast, she inhales sharply, then Nadia whines when their tongue makes contact with her nipple. She tries to grab onto something, her nails digging into MC's back. Her royal composure falls apart, and she is now at MC's mercy, craving every touch they have to offer.

Then they move, going lower until they are on their knees, where they belong, at the feet of the goddess they are so determined to worship tonight, and they find her slick and wanting with desire for them.

The first touch of their mouth makes her whimper, and then she bites her bottom lip, attempting to silence herself quite unsuccessfully. And as MC continues, they feel ecstatic, completely lost in Nadia and desperate to please her, their hunger almost driving them crazy.

Her scent, her taste, the feeling of her, and her, her, just her. Nadia is not only a person but also a feeling. She feels like experiencing love for the first time. She is a sensation in MC's chest that almost makes them cry happy tears. She feels strong, almost overwhelmingly so. She is joy, almost more than MC can bear. She is the sudden realization when all logic is gone, and then it suddenly hits that this...this is what love feels like.

MC gently grabs onto her thigh, gripping and caressing her flesh there and slowly moving upward. Two fingers are now entering her, and her back arches off the bed. She cries out, her voice making the magician groan into her. Her eyes are closed, but her mouth is open as the most delicious of moans escape her lips. With one hand, she's gripping the sheets, and with the other, she's holding MC's head, fingers tangled in their hair, beckoning them to give her more and guiding them towards her sweetest of spots.

The slightly increasing tremble in her thighs is only an encouragement, and they keep going. Her breaths have turned into short pants, and she can no longer focus on anything but her MC and the divine, wicked combination of their mouth and fingers working towards her orgasm. She comes with a loud moan, her legs squeezing the magician's head between them.

Then MC climbs back onto the bed, settling next to their Countess, and despite the darkness, they can see that she is smiling, happy and content, their heart melting at the sight.

Soon, their lips find each other again because the night is still young and far from over. They still have time to further explore their love for each other.

That night, even the moon is shining only for the Countess and her Magician.