#OR OR OR when he smiles and his lips go :} oh my godddddd that’s amazing

[dinsbeskar]

I AM CLIMBING THE WALLS, I AM SWINGING FROM THE CHANDELIER, I AM ON YOUR LAWN WITH A MEGAPHONE AND AN AIR HORN

AMAZING

Perhaps it was embarrassing for a Vala to feel so enamoured with a Maia but you could not help it – Mairon was all you could think of after your departure.

Yes Queen!!! Forget the shame, he'll love you better than Morgoth

You missed him, too – your devoted servant who had worshipped you like nobody else before. When you were being an object of his desires, it was as if you were no longer Varda’s rival because Mairon could make you feel like the most important goddess in the whole world.

Oh godddddd, my heart already hurts!!!! It's all we want!!!

You had a new form now as you were disguising yourself as a young woman of the human kind but his spirit would recognise Mother of Flames everywhere and in every form. Just like yours would always recognise him.

YOU'LL ALWAYS RECOGNISE EACH OTHER, I AM FERAL FOR THIS

“My poor, sweet Mairon…” You crouched down to touch the malicious substance gently. “I am so sorry for abandoning you,” you whispered as you opened your hands and watched him struggle to slide onto them. “Just a little, my darling, you can do it. And once you’re with me, I will take care of you,” you promised. “I will nurse you back to health, my Mairon,” you encouraged him as he eventually managed to crawl up to lay in your hands. He sighed out of exhaustion and you chuckled softly.

Baby goo sauron, oh god why do I love him so much

You stood up and brought him closer to your face. He was like a little, gruesome pet and you found it adorable in a way as your godly instincts to take care over weaklings awakened.

LIKE A LIL TAMAGOTCHI

POCKET SIZED GOO BOY

As time passed, slowly but progressively, his shape was growing in size and getting more and more humanoid. He was even more gruesome now because he no longer resembled a pet but became a dark shadow that was creeping around the fortress as he kept following you around obediently.

“My sweet, Mairon, you should rest,” you crouched down to help him move back to his usual spot by the fireplace. “I am not going anywhere, do not worry, my dear. I shall never abandon you ever again, you have my word,” you caressed him.

Oh baby boy, evil, a gruesome wee shadow

I cannot, the way you've described him is so perfect

“So do you,” he answered and you cracked a smile at the sound of his new voice. What a privilege it seemed to be now to be able to hear his voice. “My Lady,” he added and bowed his head slightly. “I am yet too weak to take more noble form but in this one we both look the same. I would never dare to take a form higher than yours. I know you need your disguise but so do I. I hope you do not mind this choice.”

Oh godddddd

He won't take a form higher than hers, I am dying oh god

Also halbrand you are beautiful and valid 😂

Filled with joy to be in your arms and to be greeted by you this way, he wrapped his new, strong arms around you and made an attempt to give back at least half of those hasty and desperate kisses.

This is what I need!!! This would fix me!!!

His kisses grew more hungry and passionate as his lips moved down to your neck, kissing it eagerly and sucking on the sensitive skin. His hands, shaky from anticipation, worked on the lacing of your gown. He was too desperate to ask if he could stain you with his touch but you would never reject him.

OH FUCK

"STAIN YOU WITH HIS TOUCH"

YESSSSSS YESSS YES

This time it was you underneath him, at the mercy of his will and his desire. And you should mind that but you did not – in fact, you craved it. It had been ages since he had a body and now his flesh was filled with uncontrollable desires. You wanted to be the only subject of them as you would never allow him to fulfil them with anyone else.

Oooooooooh the yearning, the desire, I am dying

“You are mine,” you reminded him when he grabbed your wrists and crossed them above your head, pinning you down.

“You belong to me,” you whined between one hungry kiss and another while he took both of your wrists into one of his hands now to be able to remove his clothes with the other. He was chaotic while doing so, desperate to get rid of anything between your bodies. “Tell me, Mairon. Do you serve me still?” You asked.

He's domming her but she's in control, fucks sake I am feral for this, I am swinging from the ceiling

There was a new energy about him in this form. He was still only a Maia but you were a very weakened Vala and he was no longer a pathetic spirit you had remembered. He reminded you of your husband in a way that you were now anxious about.

OH GOD

THE FEELINGS

OOF he's come back as morgoths shadow this time oh no oh god someone hold me quick

“I am yours,” he breathed out and held onto your hip with his free hand as he buried himself inside of you and groaned out of pleasure. You shivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your hips bucked up as your walls throbbed around his length, welcoming him in by greedily sucking him in deeper. “I am your servant and yours only. There is nothing holy to me except for you,” he confessed and let go of your wrists to squeeze your cheeks, which caused your hazy eyes to open and look deep into his.

YES MAKE HER YOURS, MAKE HIM YOURS, DO IT

Nothing holy to me except you

Godddddd I am in pain

“In your name I shall heal this realm and you will have your temple like I have promised,” he hissed out. “But if you ever abandon me again, I shall give up on you, too. Like I have given up on all the other gods,” he threatened and perhaps he had earned a reprimand for that but you couldn’t help a moan at his words as your hips bucked once more and he began to thrust into you.

OH MY GOD THE THREAT/PROMISE OH GOD OH NO

HE MEANS BUSINESS AND I AM HERE FOR IT

His rhythm was far from steady; it was chaotic and desperate, rough and fast. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck, assaulting your skin with kisses and bites as his big and strong hands held onto your hips to be able to fuck you even deeper.

:))))))))

Your devotion – the loyalty of the one he had been worshipping ever since his creation – was enough to make him spill himself inside of you with a groan of pleasure and relief after such a long time of yearning. He moved up to look at your face and he caressed your sweaty cheeks while he kept thrusting in and out of you to make you reach your peak, too.

Holy fuck I'm dead, deceased, annihilated

“Once we heal and take over this realm, I will defile you on every altar built for you,” Mairon promised you in a raspy voice, his eyes back to normal now but still foggy from his orgasm. “There will be no more Valar for our subjects, there will be only you. The only goddess. Any form of worship of the other Valar will be considered blasphemy,” he whispered sweetly and you moaned, feeling the muscles of your abdomen tightening as your walls clenched hard around him but he kept on fucking you. In fact, he picked up his pace. “Such a goddess you are and look at you, so humbled underneath me. How humiliating it must be for you, my Queen,” he teased, cruelly and instead of getting angry or ashamed, you finally came all around his cock, shivering and moaning as he watched in awe with a smirk, fucking you throughout your orgasm.

YESSSSS THE WORSHIP OF HIS GODDESS, MAKING HIMSELF HER KING, OH GODDDD SEND HELP

"I will defile you on every altar built for you" makes me want to chew through concrete oh my god

“You forget yourself,” you breathed out eventually.

“You liked it,” Mairon pointed out. “And I shall do everything to please my Queen,” he chuckled with a sparkle dancing in his eye. “I bet you would like to do it again, my Lady."

THE DYNAMIC, I LOVE IT, IM ON THE FLOOR

“You are my punishment, I reckon,” you told him. “I am humbled to be enamoured with a servant and I have to endure your annoying ways,” you added but with a playful smile that signalled your affection.

Mairon smirked nervously. He had once fantasised about something similar when his heart had still been pure and he had been Aulë’s disciple in Valinor. In what a twisted way his dream turned out to be real. He pitied you at that moment.

Oh god oh yes he got his wish and she got her punishment 🙌🤌

“I wish to perfect myself as much as it is allowed for me to but I will never be your equal, which I am aware of and it will forever be my biggest regret,” he confessed. “If only I could… All I want is to be worthy of you like he was. My master.”

Worthy of you like Morgoth??? Oh god that's not good, that's not good, that makes me want to chew a steel rebar, I'm so feral

He was your lesson in humility but you were a very eager student.

I BET WE ARE

They knew about you and Mairon and they wished for you both to redeem yourselves and choose goodness this time. Indeed, it made your heart clench deep inside of your chest as you remembered them all, especially your sister – the one you had betrayed the most.

I GASPED THE BIGGEST GASP

OH MY GOD THEY'RE REALLY TRYING TO GET THEM TO ATONE?? OF COURSE THEY WON'T BUT OH GOD

But it was too late for you and too late for Mairon. Melkor’s corruption and darkness were reaching deeper within your souls than the Valar’s lightness ever would. You two were the most exquisite subjects of the Dark Lord’s torment.

Instead of fixing your malice with his love, like Marion had once dreamed of, you both descended into the paths of sin and destruction disguised as the act of healing. Together, at least.

TOGETHER AT LEAST

THEY CAN MAKE EACH OTHER WORSE

Oh god I'm on the floor after this, this was amazing, I love the way you write him and Vala!reader is amazing 🤌🙌🔥💜💜💜

— HUMBLED (II)

PART ONE

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Vala!Reader // Morgoth x fem!Vala!Reader

SUMMARY — Driven by guilt after abandoning him, you went back to the place where Mairon had been slain. You find out that he is still alive but in the weakest form and shape. You take him in to nurse him back to health in the solitude of your Mirkwood fortress where you are hiding from the Valar, disguised as an ordinary human.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — 👀 The Reader in this fic is a Vala (and Varda's sister but she remains undescribed as well), so she changes her appearance like Sauron does but I am not describing any of her forms in any details. The smut part is not with goo!Sauron although I'm sure some of your freaks would probably want that. 😂 I know that the fortress in Mirkwood was built by Sauron much later in canon but I wanted to use it in this fic, although I didn't use its name, so it doesn't have to be the exact same one anyway. Once again I want to thank @dinsbeskar & @olchr-1 💚 Special mention to the queen of Sauron fics @just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace and her fanfic Remade where the iconic evil!Reader is nursing goo!Sauron back to health as well. 🥺

WARNINGS — Reader is evil (reshaped by Morgoth but not completely evil), mentions of domestic abuse (with Morgoth) & of Sauron and Reader being tortured by Morgoth, goo!Sauron, murder, SMUT, dom!Sauron (with sub undertones)

WORD COUNT — 3,830

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

HUMBLED (II)

Perhaps it was embarrassing for a Vala to feel so enamoured with a Maia but you could not help it – Mairon was all you could think of after your departure.

And after finding out that he had been slain during his coronation after your departure, you could not help a pang of guilt filling what was left of your heart. You had abandoned him and left him all alone at the mercy of all those dark and rotten creatures your husband had created and lured. Of course your sweet Mairon would never handle them on his own, without your support.

You missed him, too – your devoted servant who had worshipped you like nobody else before. When you were being an object of his desires, it was as if you were no longer Varda’s rival because Mairon could make you feel like the most important goddess in the whole world.

Therefore, after many years of being tormented with guilt and yearning, you decided to go back North and inspect the fortress where he had been slain. You could easily trace the very floor where he had laid dead because a black stain remained there. And you tilted your head while examining the cracks between which his blood had to be streaming down.

Your instincts led you underground where you found yourself in a cold and damp cave filled with sinister, ominous presence. There was no doubt that whatever was left of your servant still lived there.

And then, as if it was drawn to you, you spotted an odd, small form creeping towards you on the floor. It was not humanoid but visibly alive although its breath was barely present. The way it moved caused your heart to clench inside your chest out of pity. When it found itself by your feet, it wailed pathetically and whined.

You had a new form now as you were disguising yourself as a young woman of the human kind but his spirit would recognise Mother of Flames everywhere and in every form. Just like yours would always recognise him.

“My poor, sweet Mairon…” You crouched down to touch the malicious substance gently. “I am so sorry for abandoning you,” you whispered as you opened your hands and watched him struggle to slide onto them. “Just a little, my darling, you can do it. And once you’re with me, I will take care of you,” you promised. “I will nurse you back to health, my Mairon,” you encouraged him as he eventually managed to crawl up to lay in your hands. He sighed out of exhaustion and you chuckled softly.

You stood up and brought him closer to your face. He was like a little, gruesome pet and you found it adorable in a way as your godly instincts to take care over weaklings awakened.

“I shall take you away from here, my sweet spirit. Rest now, darling, you are safe now,” you cooed to him.

And inside your hands you took him safely back to the place where you had been living in hiding these days – in the southwest of Mirkwood where Hill of Sorcery was and you spent your days there alone in a fortress long-abandoned, away from everyone, trying not to attract any attention.

Having Mairon with you in his odd shape was merely counting as a companion although you were speaking to him all the time and he would answer with squeals, whines or sighs. You prepared him a cosy spot near the fireplace, which was always lit up due to your control over that destructive element.

As a fallen Vala, you had no power anymore to create life – not in the same, pure way as the others at least. Therefore, you did not want to risk bringing him back to life with your will because it could end up badly. You’d rather the process of his healing take centuries than to bring him back twisted and deformed in any way.

You felt bad for not being able to help him more, so you devoted your days to finding him wild animals to feed on and sometimes you would allow him to feed off of your own godly energy to gain strength as you would caress his foul form and coo to him.

As time passed, slowly but progressively, his shape was growing in size and getting more and more humanoid. He was even more gruesome now because he no longer resembled a pet but became a dark shadow that was creeping around the fortress as he kept following you around obediently.

Oftentimes, he would exhaust his weak form by doing so and you would turn around with a soft sigh and a smile at the sight of him breathing heavily on the floor.

“My sweet, Mairon, you should rest,” you crouched down to help him move back to his usual spot by the fireplace. “I am not going anywhere, do not worry, my dear. I shall never abandon you ever again, you have my word,” you caressed him.

He reached out his limb towards you and you smiled lovingly at the gesture.

“You seem to be quite ready, don’t you think, my dear? Should I fetch you a bigger meal?” You asked him.

You were excited to finally bring him back fully but on the other hand you had grown so used to this shadow following you around for the past few centuries that you were not sure if real, bratty Mairon was someone you wanted to handle again. However, you did not want him to suffer anymore.

The dark shape nodded, eagerly and you leaned in to place some sort of a kiss upon where his forehead would be.

“Be patient, dear. Soon, you will be back with me. And now, regain your strength,” you assured him and watched him fall asleep.

When he did so, you left the fortress and hunted for a human or an Elf who would walk around unguarded. Not that you would not handle someone of this sort – you were a goddess, after all. You simply did not want any witnesses. The woods were dark and mysterious, therefore one disappearance would not alarm anyone but to have a rumour going around that there was some dark spirit living amongst the humans and the Elves of Mirkwood – that you did not want.

Therefore, using your craft of deception and luring, you teased a young lumberjack into your fortress. He was in a trance but once you locked him inside the same chambers where Mairon’s shadow laid, he screamed out loud with terror. However, he was too far away from the nearest village for anyone to hear him.

You smirked to yourself as you paced around impatiently, waiting for Mairon to deal with his prey. The sounds coming out of the room were concerning but you knew that an act of rebirth required lots of dirty work.

Finally, the doors creaked as someone opened them slowly and you turned your head around rapidly.

There he stood in front of you – your Mairon. He chose a new form for himself this time, a little shorter, with curly brown hair and beautiful green eyes. He was in a human shape but you assumed he was not strong enough yet to create a form as pure as Elven. In fact, he looked like a commoner – him wearing his victim’s clothes was not helping the impression.

He was smiling proudly and taking deep breaths in as you watched him with widened eyes.

“You… You look different,” you pointed out, taken aback.

“So do you,” he answered and you cracked a smile at the sound of his new voice. What a privilege it seemed to be now to be able to hear his voice. “My Lady,” he added and bowed his head slightly. “I am yet too weak to take more noble form but in this one we both look the same. I would never dare to take a form higher than yours. I know you need your disguise but so do I. I hope you do not mind this choice.”

“Not at all,” you shook your head and approached him. “I have nursed you when you were a… A shadow. How can you think I would ever be able to cast you away because of your shape or form?” You cupped his cheeks as his stubble scratched your hands.

Short silence occurred, in which you two were staring at each other intensely. You were the one to make the first move as you pulled his face towards yours to plant dozens of tiny kisses all over his face while your hands brushed his curls.

Filled with joy to be in your arms and to be greeted by you this way, he wrapped his new, strong arms around you and made an attempt to give back at least half of those hasty and desperate kisses.

“My Lady, my Queen,” he whispered between them, “my saviour, my Goddess.”

His kisses grew more hungry and passionate as his lips moved down to your neck, kissing it eagerly and sucking on the sensitive skin. His hands, shaky from anticipation, worked on the lacing of your gown. He was too desperate to ask if he could stain you with his touch but you would never reject him.

Whatever was between you two now had differed greatly from whatever you two had back in the day. After all those centuries of taking care of him in his weakest state while you two were hiding away from the outside world, you felt that the connection between you two was as strong as ever. Perhaps even stronger than the one you had once had with Melkor.

“Mairon…” You gasped when his hands finally untied the corset of your gown and he tore it off of you like a wild animal in heat, pushing you down onto the floor.

This time it was you underneath him, at the mercy of his will and his desire. And you should mind that but you did not – in fact, you craved it. It had been ages since he had a body and now his flesh was filled with uncontrollable desires. You wanted to be the only subject of them as you would never allow him to fulfil them with anyone else.

“You are mine,” you reminded him when he grabbed your wrists and crossed them above your head, pinning you down.

He looked deep into your eyes as his pupils widened and nearly overtook the beautiful green colour completely. He growled and leaned in to give you yet another hungry kiss and you wrapped your thighs around his waist, pulling him closer. You could feel his erection already because the clothes he had taken from the commoner were thin and loosely put on.

“You belong to me,” you whined between one hungry kiss and another while he took both of your wrists into one of his hands now to be able to remove his clothes with the other. He was chaotic while doing so, desperate to get rid of anything between your bodies. “Tell me, Mairon. Do you serve me still?” You asked.

There was a new energy about him in this form. He was still only a Maia but you were a very weakened Vala and he was no longer a pathetic spirit you had remembered. He reminded you of your husband in a way that you were now anxious about.

“I am yours,” he breathed out and held onto your hip with his free hand as he buried himself inside of you and groaned out of pleasure. You shivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your hips bucked up as your walls throbbed around his length, welcoming him in by greedily sucking him in deeper. “I am your servant and yours only. There is nothing holy to me except for you,” he confessed and let go of your wrists to squeeze your cheeks, which caused your hazy eyes to open and look deep into his.

They were no longer green; not even black. He was too driven by desire to be able to control his form and his eyes were terrifying and animalistic as if he was a serpent and not a human. Yet, the sight only made you throb around him some more.

“In your name I shall heal this realm and you will have your temple like I have promised,” he hissed out. “But if you ever abandon me again, I shall give up on you, too. Like I have given up on all the other gods,” he threatened and perhaps he had earned a reprimand for that but you couldn’t help a moan at his words as your hips bucked once more and he began to thrust into you.

His rhythm was far from steady; it was chaotic and desperate, rough and fast. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck, assaulting your skin with kisses and bites as his big and strong hands held onto your hips to be able to fuck you even deeper.

You tangled your fingers in his brown curls and pulled on them, which only spurred him on and with your other hand you scratched the flexed muscles of his back. Your moans and whines filled the whole fortress and lucky were the habitants of the near villages to live far away enough to not be able to hear you.

Like two desperate animals with your clothes scattered around and torn, fucking on the floor. There was nothing holy about you two at that moment and nothing noble either. Even your forms were human, therefore you had to resemble two primal and primitive creatures instead of the regal and holy spirits that you had originally been.

“I will never abandon you again, sweet Mairon. Have I not promised you already?” You whispered. “Whatever path you want to take, I shall take with you. Reunite all the dark creatures of this realm for you again, command your armies, I shall do it. Stay here forever and get lost in each other’s embrace for the whole eternity instead? I shall do it, too,” you confessed.

Your devotion – the loyalty of the one he had been worshipping ever since his creation – was enough to make him spill himself inside of you with a groan of pleasure and relief after such a long time of yearning. He moved up to look at your face and he caressed your sweaty cheeks while he kept thrusting in and out of you to make you reach your peak, too.

“Once we heal and take over this realm, I will defile you on every altar built for you,” Mairon promised you in a raspy voice, his eyes back to normal now but still foggy from his orgasm. “There will be no more Valar for our subjects, there will be only you. The only goddess. Any form of worship of the other Valar will be considered blasphemy,” he whispered sweetly and you moaned, feeling the muscles of your abdomen tightening as your walls clenched hard around him but he kept on fucking you. In fact, he picked up his pace. “Such a goddess you are and look at you, so humbled underneath me. How humiliating it must be for you, my Queen,” he teased, cruelly and instead of getting angry or ashamed, you finally came all around his cock, shivering and moaning as he watched in awe with a smirk, fucking you throughout your orgasm.

He was slowing down alongside your breath going back to normal and his rough human hands were caressing your cheeks now, brushing out the hair strands away from your sweaty face. 

“You forget yourself,” you breathed out eventually.

“You liked it,” Mairon pointed out. “And I shall do everything to please my Queen,” he chuckled with a sparkle dancing in his eye. “I bet you would like to do it again, my Lady.”

“I do,” you grinned but he shook his head as he laughed.

“Work before play,” he leaned in to place a kiss upon your forehead. “And we have a lot of work to do,” he pointed out and moved away as you whined at the sudden emptiness.

“What are you talking about? You have just regained your form back,” you sat up and tilted your head at him.

“I have had centuries to come up with a scheme and I do not wish to waste more time,” Mairon told you, gathering the scattered clothes from the floor to put them back on.

You sighed and rolled your eyes before laying back on the ground.

“What is it, my Lady?” He furrowed his brows at you.

“Nothing, my sweet,” you chuckled. “You’re back at it, are you not? You cannot ever just let it happen or have fun. You must always work and be a perfectionist about it.”

“I might have a new form and a new will but some things never change,” he answered.

“I wonder sometimes why the Valar have not found me yet,” you sat up again to look at him and he froze at the mention of the other gods. “I mean, they are not searching for me hard enough because I am not that well disguised. Yet, they have not come for me yet and I know that in their eyes I deserve a punishment.”

“Do you have any theories about it, my Queen?” Mairon asked, curiously.

“You are my punishment, I reckon,” you told him. “I am humbled to be enamoured with a servant and I have to endure your annoying ways,” you added but with a playful smile that signalled your affection.

Mairon smirked nervously. He had once fantasised about something similar when his heart had still been pure and he had been Aulë’s disciple in Valinor. In what a twisted way his dream turned out to be real. He pitied you at that moment.

He crouched down next to you and caressed your cheek gently before leaning in to place a kiss on the top of your head. 

“I wish to perfect myself as much as it is allowed for me to but I will never be your equal, which I am aware of and it will forever be my biggest regret,” he confessed. “If only I could… All I want is to be worthy of you like he was. My master.”

You flinched at the mention of your husband. Melkor was immortal like you were, therefore he was not dead but locked away instead. You were still his wife because of that and you would forever remain in the eyes of many but at that moment, you would not mind to break the tradition and become Mairon’s bride. Even if it would be considered a great humiliation.

“I wonder what he thinks of us,” you mumbled out. “But I care not,” you looked up to meet Mairon’s concerned gaze.

“Even if he comes back by any chance, I shall not allow him to hurt you or take you away from me. No matter what it takes,” he promised with all seriousness and you batted your eyelashes to dry out your fresh tears.

“If he comes back by any chance,” you chuckled sadly, “it will be me having to protect you from his wrath, my sweet Mairon,” you caressed his cheek and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his lips.

You would never leave his side and you would always watch over him, take care of him and nurse him back to health whenever he would need it again. 

He was your lesson in humility but you were a very eager student.

You were sitting by the fire amongst all those poor villagers who had lost their homes. Mairon had his arm wrapped around you as you clinged to his chest as if you were cold, pretending to shiver slightly. The old man named Diarmid who had taken you both alongside with him squinted his eyes at the two of you and decided to join you by sitting next to you after a while of hesitation.

You moved slightly to make more space for him and he smiled.

“Halbrand and Brynn,” he addressed you by your new and fake human names. “How much have you lost there if I might ask?” He asked but there was no rudeness about it, only genuine concern.

“Everything,” you answered, refusing to look him in the eye as you watched the flames dance. It was the very element you had full control of but now you just allowed it to burn naturally as you smiled at the memory of casting the very first fire that had ever existed in Arda. Mairon leaned in to kiss your temple and he was the one to look at the old man.

“This might be a second chance for us,” he said. “I like to think of it as such. We are free now from the burdens of the past. As if we were new people.”

“And that is how you should be perceiving it,” Diarmid pointed out as he nodded. You smirked a little because he was so naive and so oblivious to your Mairon’s malice.

“My husband’s always been the more positive one,” you mumbled out. “I like to perceive things the way they are,” you added.

“That is certainly a useful quality,” the old man smiled at you. “But sometimes we all need a little hope and a little white lie here and there. Such wisdom comes with age that the true purpose of the fairytales is not to entertain the children but to bring hope to grown men and women for the reality of life can get too gloomy to bear faith for a better tomorrow. Yet, we must keep going. No matter what.”

You looked up at that moment and locked your gaze with his as your heart skipped a beat. The man kept smiling at you softly and you would never tell Mairon about it but he was no ordinary human. He was a spirit sent to you – he was one of the Maiar with a task given to him from the Valar.

They knew about you and Mairon and they wished for you both to redeem yourselves and choose goodness this time. Indeed, it made your heart clench deep inside of your chest as you remembered them all, especially your sister – the one you had betrayed the most.

But it was too late for you and too late for Mairon. Melkor’s corruption and darkness were reaching deeper within your souls than the Valar’s lightness ever would. You two were the most exquisite subjects of the Dark Lord’s torment.

Instead of fixing your malice with his love, like Marion had once dreamed of, you both descended into the paths of sin and destruction disguised as the act of healing. Together, at least.

MASTERLIST

[minchanslut]

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this is so embarrassing but im thinking abt the food-cute date again... sorry if i write whole ficlet thing here LMAO but imagine:

george takes a picture of wilbur's food, thinking that it'd be a fun inside joke if they posted each other's food. he takes his photo, but when it was wilbur's turn the man suddenly gets all groan-y and keeps "tsk"-ing.

"what?", george asks, confused at what's annoying wilbur.

"can't find a good angle... can you hold the plate up for me?"

george rolls his eyes but does as he's told anyways, waiting patiently for wilbur to finish. when the man finally smiles in satisfaction, he lets himself smile as well and starts eating. it's not until hours later that he realizes what wilbur put up in his story.

when he confronts wilbur, the Above Average Height man just laughs a bit and waves off his reddening face. "it seems that people found it amusing", wilbur mentions nonchalantly. george once again just rolls his eyes, amused by the whole situation.

so the next time they properly go out to eat, even though they're both tired from walking around for hours trying to find a nando's, george still had a hard time stopping himself from smiling when wilbur takes a picture of him. and to be fair, who wouldn't have a hard time smiling when this fairly attractive (and admittedly, very charming) man teases and taunts you to just smile.

"aww come on gogs, just smile for the camera mate!", wilbur laughs out, his dimples proudly sitting on his beautifully pink cheeks.

"fuck off", george says, trying to hold an annoyed look. when wilbur puts the phone down, he finally lets himself laugh.

the set of stories was received greatly like the first time. it's been set in stone as an inside joke for them now— a "meow duo" thing, as the internet dubbed; a "wiggy" thing as wilbur fondly labelled tiredly during one of their discord call sessions.

wilbur had teased him about it, but they both knew there was a solid amount of truthfulness in his words.

"you're a very pretty fellow, george. i'd quite fancy you as a model."

so when tommy's cameraman offered to take proper pictures of them as they waited for ksi, george kept a serious look in his face, gazing intensely at the camera. he only rolls his eyes with a smirk when wilbur wolf-whistles at him while tommy laughs at his big brother figure.

when they've finished the recording and they're out eating, the place didn't allow more than 2 people to sit together. suspiciously enough, tommy grinned at sitting away from his beloved big brother. george tries to not mind it, only laughing at wilbur's seemingly embarrassed glare at the blond.

"let's- cute date?", wilbur stutters out. george scoffs, letting a small smile grace his lips.

"sure. oh, should we let james take the pictures?"

"ah, yeah! yeah, that actually sounds good."

the man must've heard them, because james was already standing up to take a picture of them. wilbur grins widely at the camera, and it was immediately done and over with. george's turn comes around, and at first george keeps a dead look to the camera.

"gogs, come on man!"

george rolls his eyes, before smiling sweetly. had wilbur been a teenage girl stuck in his bedroom, he would've been editing hearts on the man right then and there.

when he posts the pictures later, george giggles at him on call.

"i finally smile for one and you don't even use that?"

he hears wilbur giggle nervously, and a beat passes when the man speaks up. and even though wilbur has his shitty phone mic and george was only wearing half of his headset, he still hears wilbur's response loud and clear.

"well, yeah. that one's for me."

NO DONT APOLOGIZE OH MY GODDDDDD THIS IS AMAZING AND SO SWEET AW :(((

user breastmaster64 / paperclxps never misses !!!!

the thought of wilbur having more pictures of george smiling especially after their whole 5 nandos trip ,, i need to see it NOW

[lihikainanea]

Ok so I've been having dirty thoughts and want to delve back into Bill's cum kink. What if he goes cold turkey from getting himself off for like, most of a shoot? Maybe it's taking a lot to distract himself from it, so he hasn't really been around to chat with tiger because he's spending his time at the gym or going out a lot. But when he gets home, he tells her he's been saving up for her and just fucking lets loose.

oh godddddd yes hit me harder kid. I like it.

Maybe it’s...is it for a role? Maybe Bill is playing someone really on the outskirts of society (you know, for a change. SNORT.) A total fucking recluse. And Bill gets really into his roles--like if his character is isolated, then Bill isolates himself to really get a feel for it, delve into the psyche. And that’s what he does with this role.

He doesn’t let tiger come visit. Bill is all-in on everything, and this character is very far from his happy, sociable baseline--so to really get a feel for him, Bill has to immerse himself in it. Do what his character would do. Tiger understands--she’s worried, of course, always a little concerned when he’s this maniacal--but Bill is so passionate about what he does, he’s so good at it, that she lets him just...do what he’s gotta do. It’s not her place to step in anyway, because she’d kill him if he tried to interfere with her job.

In any case, Good Dude Bill is pent up. Because he’s not even getting himself off, no no, his character wouldn’t do that--so he doesn’t do that. And all of these pent up feelings are just adding to the rage his character would feel, and every day Bill is giving it his all and it’s one of his best performances to date. He’s fucking dying, and by the time the shoot wraps he’s basically walking funny because he needs it so bad.

But at that point--look man, he’s gone this long without an orgasm, and he’s like two days away from seeing tiger. He can either cave in and get himself off--which would be mind-blowing after this draught, no doubt, but it wouldn’t be nearly as incredible as slamming into tiger and losing his fucking mind in her warm wetness. And for as much as it hurts, for as much as it feels like he’s just a walking ball of tension with a chastity belt far too tight around his dick--he’s willing to wait. Because it’ll be good but unsatisfying if he does it himself, but if he waits for tiger? The heavens will fucking open up and shine down upon him. And he’s so close to seeing her.

So he packs up his trailer, packs his bags, and he calls her to tell her he wrapped. And he’s barely spoken to her--her safe word still applies in this case, if she needs to see him or talk to him that’s all she has to say and he’ll call her, but she was doing okay and wanted him to focus on his work, so she let him disappear into it. And he swears, just hearing her voice over the phone gave him a hard on that nearly had him admitting defeat.

“I can’t wait to see you,” she says excitedly, “God just to kiss you and hug you and sniff you and get on my knees for--”

Bill grits his teeth, twists his neck until it pops.

“Stop,” he commands, and Jesus it’s harsh. Tiger squeaks a little, and goes silent.

“Tiger, I haven’t--”

“But I thought you did it yours--”

“I didn't,” he says, and he can almost hear the shock in her silence.

“Bud, it’s been like two months,” she says, incredulously.

“I know,” he grits out.

“You must be so uncomfortable,” she sympathizes and his heart softens.

“I am,” he whines, “Please tell me you don’t have any plans for like, the next week.”

“All yours bud,” she says, “Just get home to me.”

The plane ride back is torture--Bill basically has a perpetual hard on that just won’t let up. And now that he’s so close, she’s all he can think about--her warm lips, her soft skin, those little gasps of surprise he’s rewarded with whenever he does something she really likes. Her taste, her smell, everything--he’s a man insane, it’s all he can think about. His knee is bouncing uncontrollably, he’s so hard that he’s throbbing, his music is blasting, but it’s hopeless--nothing can distract him now.

And I’ll bet the minute he walks in the door, the minute he sees her standing there with a kind smile on her face, waiting for him--he’s already undoing his belt. The door isn’t even closed behind him, and his buckle is already undone. He doesn’t dare reach for her, doesn’t grab her to press her to him and kiss the hell out of her--because he’s legitimately afraid that he might bust. And that would be incredibly anticlimactic, after having waited this long.

He doesn’t even greet her, actually. Just stares her down, undoes his belt and his jeans.

“This is going to be real quick, kid,” god it’s a struggle for him to even talk, but he licks his lips as his gaze washes over her.

“That’s okay Billy,” she says, taking a few steps towards him.

“Probably none too gentle, either,” and his pants are down and off--he’s so hard it actually hurts. She just steps closer again, and then it hits him--the smell of her shampoo, the warmth radiating off of her body that is so close now--so, so close. His knees almost buckle.

“Let go bud,” she encourages, “Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Tiger--” he tries. He tries for her sake. He needs to know that she’ll safeword if it’s too much, he needs to know that at least SHE trusts him not to hurt her, because he doesn’t trust anything about himself in that moment.

“Bill,” she says and it’s surprisingly harsh, “Go for it. Now.”

And with a fucking roar, Bill dives for her. He doesn’t even make it to the bedroom, he just slams her back onto the hallway floor and takes her there. Its rough, but tiger ain’t no bitch and she can take it. Not that he needs it, but she does everything to egg him on even more--digs her nails into his back and rakes them down as he growls, grabs onto his peachy little butt and pull him forward forcefully to drive him in deeper. His release is almost immediate--just barely 2 pumps in and he’s losing it. He comes with a shout,  contorting enough to pop his back, every single muscle in him tensing at the same time and he probably punches the floor just for good measure. It lasts for a long time because there’s just uh, so much of it but tiger helps him ride it out--pulls at his hair the way he likes, keeps him buried in deep, arches her hips up towards his. When his spasms ease he probably just straight up collapses, flumps on top of her on the verge of unconsciousness, and he can’t move.

She gives him a few minutes--probably more than a few minutes, because Bill is basically just drooling onto her shoulder and he’s barely breathing--but she starts scritching at his hair softly, and he moans. She runs her hands soothingly up his back as he gets some of his wits about him again, but his full weight is still on her.

“You good?” she coos in his ear, presses a soft kiss there. Bill just groans.

“M’sorry,” he slurs, “That was--”

“Well deserved,” she interrupts. He balances some of his weight clumsily on his elbow, shaky as all hell, and rests his forehead against hers.

“Better?” she asks.

He just hums. Bumps his nose gently with hers.

“Hi, kid,” he says softly, “I missed you.”

“You just missed my--”

He cuts her off with a kiss, slow and deep, and she melts into it. And like, it probably takes him a long ass time to be able to feel his legs again, but when he can, he starts to move off of her and bring her to the bedroom--where he basically doesn’t let her leave for like, 4 days. And once he’s gotten enough of finding his release while buried tight inside her, her muscles squeezing the hell out of him and he’s just enveloped in everything warm and wet and amazing, then his other come kink kicks in. The one where he wants to see her covered in it. At her encouragement, it’s everywhere. On her chest, on her stomach--anywhere he wants, she lets him.

Bill’s so insatiable that she might ask for a small break after 4 days, just because she can’t walk anymore. Bill tries not to pout, but he’s not doing a very good job. But that’s alright. What he’s lacking in sex, tiger makes up to him in sloppy BJs.

[stylesinthewild]

I’m actually extremely surprised I managed to write something up after my show. I was afraid I’d forget everything but weeks later and the show is literally still so fresh in my mind. Like it just happened yesterday.

It’s kind of like that quote Harry gave during his Rolling Stone interview - “I don’t remember the toast, but I remember the feeling.”

I remember a lot from his two MSG shows but not as much as I wish I could. I remember a lot of small details, like how much he smiles. He is constantly smiling, and laughing, and sticking out his tongue at people. And we’re all doing the same back to him. He is so ridiculous! Being at the barricade, being so close (so so sooooooo close) you can really see all his slight facial movements. The quirks of his eyebrows, the small purse of his lips, the sweat on his face. I can’t even explain his cheekbones and jawline. We all know his eyes are green but they really…….are suuuuuuuper green. I’ve never seen him up close before and I literally could not pry my eyes away from him. The way he moves his body is unreal. I was almost glad when he went to b stage the first night because I desperately needed to catch my breath. He puts so much energy into every song. Medicine……bitch????? That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. MMITH, he goes somewhere else during that song. His eyes are closed throughout 97% of it but the few times he opened them….oh my god it was unreal. WMYB was WILD. He loooooooves performing that song so much. He goes all out. He was so out of breath when he finished. He was breathing so hard. Kiwi….the floor was SHAKING. At first I thought it was just my legs, bc they felt like jelly and I couldn’t even feel my feet anymore. But no, it was legit shaking. Definitely got splashed with his water. Loved it. SOTT truly truly!!!!! GOD what a song. My emotions godddddd. But I think my favorite moment of night one was the massive breath he took right after the screen went up and before the lights came on. We’re all so in awe of him but he’s just as in awe of us.

Night 2 was a completely different experience. My seat was……..listen. When I bought my ticket I saw that it was right by b stage but I didn’t fully understand until I was walking to my seat. Like. The girls who were already sat down in the seats next to mine were laughing at my reaction like “yeah he’s gonna be right there”. It was my seat. The railing. Then b stage…..right there. Closer than he was when I was at the barricade for night 1. I had my sippy cup full of beer and a hot dog in my purse, I was ready (I wasn’t). I was sat next to an Australian dude (who ended up switching seats with his gf who was somewhere on the floor for the b stage songs, her face when she saw how close was probably just as funny as mine.) When he started walking down the walkway we all started to go CRAZY. My heart was beating so fast. I saw him collecting all these bouquets of flowers. SO MANY and he threw them at the sound guys. And he walked up on the stage and I…..am going to start crying rn. I couldn’t believe how close he was. B stage sat a bit lower than us. We were kind of looking down at him and he was looking up at us. It was so beautiful. We cocooned him in a little bit it was kind of intimate. And listen. When Harry looks at you. When he locks eyes with you and smiles…..okay I’m crying for real. He…..💜💜💜💜. Sweet Creature and If I Could Fly are soooooo beautiful. His voice goshhhhhh. He is so ridiculous, he waved his arms up asking for us to scream louder and then immediately did his “shhhhhhhhhhhhhh” bit for 5 minutes. He was gone too soon but it was honestly amazing. The feeling…..truly indescribable. I loved the view from where I was though. I loved the lights, the graphics. Everything. When he didn’t go right into The Chain after FTDT I immediately freaked out. I mean we all kind of knew he might sing You’re Still The One but no one was sure (except for y’all on tumblr who saw the set list) so when he introduced Kacey and the song…….oh my GOD. I filmed most of it. And I was just happy that there was a constant close up of his face on the screen. WHY DID HE LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL SINGING THAT SONG??? The look in his eyes goD. His voice….perfect for that song. In my videos you can hear me weeping “oh my god” every so often. It was the best feeling ever. I feel like The Chain and Kiwi were even more wild on night 2. So much energy and love and happiness in that room. My HEART. The entire night was so amazing. I was shaking on my way out when it ended. Like I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The speech he gave before SOTT was really beautiful. He was getting emotional, we were getting emotional. I think it meant a lot to people. He waved the BLM flag along with pride flags during WMYB and godddd he is just the most wonderful person. So many amazing things happened during those two shows and I don’t know how I got so lucky to experience them the way I did. I was so NERVOUS about this entire thing but honestly……it was perfect, and I’ll never forget the feeling 💚

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “The Shape of Water”

Hoooo... my body is ready....

*scats along with the FOX theme*

“A Double Dare You Production.”  Del Toro created a slight breach of ettiquette by skipping the single dare and going right for the throat!

Oh this music is so pretty!

That’s it.  I’m downloading the OST like right now

“A Guillermo Del Toro film”  Wooooo!!

They made this movie with only a $19.5 million budget and holy crap it looks amazing

DOUG JONES!!!

I would love to live in Eliza’s apartment, oh my gosh...

WAIT, IS THAT “THE TEN COMMANDMENTS” ?!?

OK, there’s a timer... oh my Gooodd no way...

I mean, at least they address it in not a negative manner.  You do you.

DO YOU EVER JUST DIE INSIDE AFTER SAYING A THING?!?

“Time is but a flowing river to our past.”

I like how roomy and kinda cozy Eliza’s apartment is.

The dude [Giles] has two different sets of glasses...

Shirley Temple!

*Eliza starts tap-dancing in the hall*  Oh my gosh I love this movie already

Boy, there is only one “s” in “Mardi Gras.”  Do you not know French?

I love how much green there is in this movie.

These sets are great

This movie just used the term “What in the Sam Hill.”  That’s awesome.

Michael Shannon!

*in best Zod voice*  I WILL FIND HIM!

Did they use whale noises for the Asset?

All the old cars!  All of them!

Wait, is the Richard Jenkins character crushing on the cashier at the pie place?  Oh my gosh, that’s cute.

What’s so wrong with the key lime pie?  Personally, I don’t like pie myself but was there a reason it kinda looked off?

Ginger Rogers?

That horse suit looks horrifying

The colors in this movie are great.  I love when movies are color-coordinated.

It’s like del Toro’s been reading my movie wish list.

That’s an odd looking soap dispenser.

Why is Strickland peeing right in front of them?

“A man washes his hands before or after tending to his needs.  That tells you a lot about that man.  He does it both times?  Points to a weakness of character.”  That’s some insane troll logic

“Short people are mean.”  To quote my sister “Well we are closer to Satan”

Is that... Strickland...

WHAAAA DID HE LOSE HIS FINGERS?!?!?

Oh my God, there’s so much blood!

ARE THOSE FINGERS?!?!?�� OH MY GODDDDDD

AAAAAHHHH!!!

If everyone’s being so secretive about the Asset, why did they leave him in a tank out in the open for Eliza and Octavia to see?

“It’s not bad, isn’t it, for being shit.”  LITERALLY MY MENTALITY WHEN IT COMES TO DOING ART

THIS MOVIE IS SPEAKING TO MY SOUL OH MY GOD

“That’s the future now:  green.”  Soylent Green?

The prosthetics on @actordougjones look freaking awesome

Did the Asset just fold some of its fins back to look more human to Eliza?

*signs along with Eliza when she says she’s cleaning*

DID THEY SEW HIS FINGERS BACK ONTO HIS HAND?!?!?  OH MY GOD NO WHY?!?!?

“All those scars on your neck...”  They look like gills...

Michael Shannon’s American accent is actually really good, I gotta say.

*The Asset signs “egg”*  Oh my gosh....  :D

Oh my gosh, all the yellow!

Everyone in Strickland’s family is super gravitated toward Strickland and it’s super uncomfortable

Noooooo....... NOOOOOOOOOOO.....

Oh thank God, the scene’s over

Aaahh, he [the Asset] just said hello!

:D

They’re eating lunch together... this is unbelievably cute...

*uncontrollable smiling*

Oooohhh wipe transition!

Wait, is that Russian?

Yellow!  Yellow again!

Why are the Russians interested in the Asset?

So is Eliza always late to her job because she has to spend time with Rosie Palms?  Now that’s commitment.

Shoot, the egg!

Oh crap, it’s Strickland!

*flinches when the Asset gets electrocuted*

Wait, so the Americans want to use the Asset to win the Space Race against the Russians?

Why do I recognize the guy who plays General Hoyt?

Oh, Dmitri....

I really gotta applaud Sally Hawkins here.  She’s freaking fantastic in this movie.

“When he looks at me, he doesn’t know what I lack... or how I am incomplete.  He just sees me for what I am, as I am.  And he is happy to see me, every time.”  That bit of dialogue is amazing.

Oh crap, it’s not key lime pie.  Something’s up.

Oh, the cashier’s both a racist and a homophobe.  He no good to anybody.

Oh, that’s a nice Cadillac...

I like how they made all the cars look super shiny in this movie

*jams out to “Chica Chica Boom Chic”*

Are those pain pills?

“I [Strickland] keep thinking about you [Eliza].”  EEUUUGGGHHH NOO!!

God, what a despicable character [Strickland]

There’s a poster that says “Loose Lips Might Sink Ships” in the locker room

Strickland’s reading a book called “The Power of Positive Thinking”

Is Dmitri gonna help them out?  Yay!

Richard Jenkins freaking out over the Asset is totally me

Ahhhh, not the Cadillac!

The dude at the Cadillac dealership called Strickland a “man of the future” and his Cadillac- the sign of the future- was just destroyed.  I see what you did there, del Toro.

It’s probably just me, but I can tell it’s definitely Doug Jones in the fish suit.

He just has these really meticulous hand movements and the way he kinda tilts his head to look at things is also a give away

Aaawwww, she got him [the Asset] a card!!!!

What does “MP” stand for?

I like that all the drawings of the Asset are done in charcoal when all of Richard Jenkins’ other art pieces are done in color.

How come no one is commenting on how smelly Strickland’s hands at this point?  They sewed the dude’s fingers back on and they already establish that his hygiene isn’t stellar so shouldn’t he be suffering necrosis there already?

SHE TOLD HIM “EFF YOU” IN ASL!  I AM LIVING!

*The Asset finds Giles’ charcoal drawings of him*  That’s it.  You convinced me, movie.  I gotta do some art for this.

Is that Mr. Ed?

Yes.  Yes it is.

DON’T EAT THE CAT!  DON’T EAT THE CAT!

HE ATE THE CAAAT!!!

Crap crap craaaaaappp!!

Wait, the dude that plays Dmitri is also in Doctor Strange!

That movie’s gotta be “The Ten Commandments”

Oh this whistling music!

HE’S PLAYING WITH THE CATS!  OH MY GOD!

LET HIM PLAY WITH THE KITTIES!

What?  He’s glow in the dark?

What is he [Strickland] eating?

Oh my God is this it?

OH THEY CUT?!?

“Why you [Eliza] smiling, hon?”  Cause she went and got it

*Eliza tells Zelda that the Asset has a junk*   AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

OH MY GOD I’M SCREAMING!

ZELDA’S FACE OH MY GOD!

Ooh, is that marble cake?

Let the man enjoy his cake!

Is that Gilligan’s Island?  Nope, nevermind.

YELLOW!

*Strickland tries sniffing his fingers*  OHHHH, WHO CALLED THE NECROSIS?!?

That’s right, me about fifteen bullet points ago!

AAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!

Noooo they’re flooding the bathroom to do it!

They’re gonna be flooding the theater below!

Oh snap, he [Giles] has hair!

They gonna do it underwater?!?

BOY [Giles] NO DON’T GO IN THERE!

Close the door!  Thank you!

It’s raining....

Strickland’s secretary must be putting up with the mightiest of bullshits from him

This movie really likes to foreshadow Strickland dying at the end of this movie

YO HIS [Strickland’s] FINGERS ARE BLACK!  YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD SITUATION, DUDE!

Why did they sew his fingers back on in the first place?!?

“Life is but the shipwreck of our plans.”

Awwww, he [the Asset] smiled at her!

TELL HIM [the Asset] YOU [Eliza] LOVE HIM!

*jaw utterly drops during the dream dance sequence*

Please tell me somewhere in the production notes, they said “OK Doug, you gotta be able to dance in the fish suit.  Now go!”

My sister:  Definitely an improvement on *in best Guillermo del Toro voice*  “‘Happy birthday, Doug!  We’re gonna string you up by your balls!’“

*claps hands after every word*  THAT IS HOW YOU DREAM SEQUENCE!!

Uggghhhh, that was so good!

PUT HIM [the Asset] BACK IN THE WATER!

The sound design for this movie is really good too.  Like holy crap.

*imitates Michael Shannon saying “Shut up”*

*beat boxes to the windshield wipers*

Wait, did they [the Russian agents] just shoot Dmitri?!?

*Strickland comes to the rescue strangely*  Oh wow, OK.. oh my Goddd!

*Strickland sticks his finger through the bullet wound in Dmitri’s cheek*  AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!

OK, Michael Shannon needs to play villains like this.  Pronto.

*actually screams* OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDD!

Did he [Strickland] just leave his fingers on the floor of Zelda’s house?!?

*Giles and the Asset say goodbye*  Aaawww....

*You and me together*   Ohhhhhh my Goddd!!!

*Strickland shoots Eliza*  NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Boy [the Asset], get back up!

Whoooo, go Giles!

Whaaaaattt?!?!?

*The Asset slits Strickland’s throat*  Whoooooooo!!!!

Oh, wait, this is the scene with the shot!

[The Asset kisses Eliza]  *softly* Damn....

Oh my gosh, that hug!

[slowly melts to the floor] *softly, with feeling*  That was such a good movie!