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misguidedasgardian · 9 months

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The Dragon's Mistress (15.2)

15.2. The End of the Beginning

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Summary: Some things unravel, other issues find this ties

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, death, mentions of blood, death of a monarch, might miss some warnings, you know what this it

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2.8k

Notes: muahahaha this is it people! I didn’t even realize I was so close to the end until this! a final chapter! then a good epilogue. THIS WAS IT

“It was a dangerous move”, he warned

“But it worked”, said Corlys, “he is letting her go”

“You poisoned her”, he continued

“She was never in real danger, a little nose bleeding, a day of unconsciousness”, he said, “If I wanted to truly hurt her, I would have used some common poison, and not take months to find the proper one, to give her a good scare”, he murmured, looking into the flames, “I would never hurt her, or the baby within her”

“When are we leaving?”, he asked then

“First thing tomorrow”, he continued, “and you are coming with us”, Steffon smiled, relieved, “but then, I will return, after I make sure she is safely within out allies and friends, this isn’t over, this had only just begun”, Steffon smiled, knowingly, he then teached with his hands and the guard received the items he gave him, “you know what to do with these before we leave”, Seteffon nodded, “oh, one more thing…”

“Yes?”

“Do we still have supporters in Harrenhal?”, he asked with a hint of a smile, almost knowing the answer

“The strongest of our allies reside in the Riverlands, they still hold big grudges against Aemond for burning their fields during the war”

“Perfect”, he said simply, “I´m afraid I’ll need them to burn one last thing before we are done”

Aemond was a complicated man

From the very beginning he tried to keep up to his word, since he was a young boy the thing that mattered to him the most was his honor, especially after witnessing his brother lose it so quickly in wine and whores.

He trained with the sword, he assisted to all his Valyrian lessons until he was fluent in the language of his ancient house, he took classes and read all volumes of history and philosophy in the greatest Library of the realm, the one in the Red Keep

He was a devoted son, and brother, and Prince, never arguing with his grandfather or mother, always doing what he was told

He rode the biggest dragon in the world

He was the perfect prince, a gentleman

Until, she was denied of him

When Queen Alicent had refused Princess Rhaenyra’s proposal of betrothed Helaena with Jacaerys, he thought…

Now is my turn

To take my sweet niece to wife, and put a solution to all the problems of the realm and within the family

He was the one to do it

He wanted to, his niece was the perfect Princess, well versed in history and poetry, rider of a fearsome dragon, and a beauty without comparison.

She was his retribution for everything, the price he had won with his efforts

But he was denied of that too, his brothers took his eye, humiliated him, and Rhaenyra took her from him

He could never forgive her

She, the perfect princess, was going to do what was told, and she was betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark

No, you belonged with him

You were the only thing he has ever wanted, and the Kingdoms knew it when he burned the Riverlands and entire armies, only to get to you.

And he finally had you

But like they say…

... But some little birds cannot be caged, their souls begin to wither and suddenly they no longer want to sing ...

He wanted you, but you did not wanted him

He thought he could live with it, he had enough love for the both of you, he had enough desire, enough power, to keep you by his side.

But he didn’t

If you didn’t love him back, it didn’t matter what he did, he believed, you were his and that was enough

But it doesn’t work that way.

Now he had a lump in his throat as he saw the servants and guards put all your things in coffers

He had yielded

He was sending you away

He still didn’t understand why you didn’t love him back, as you tried to hide your happiness, but couldn’t

You were happy to leave him

This is what you wanted all along

So he found himself desperate again

He grabbed you in his arms, kissed all over your face, and whispered in your ear

“I will not stop until I find who did this to you”, he whispered, “when I do, I will bring you back to me”, you took too long to answer, concocting a lie in your pretty head, he could see the wheels turning

“I hope so, my King”, you said faintly

“And when you return, there is only going to be you, no other, no other Queen”, he said, to see your reactions

“I will not wish for you to harm anyone”, you warned, oh, you, always so concerned

For when Floris expelled the babe from her belly… her days were numbered

He was losing you, he didn’t like that.

He never realized he never had you in the first place

He would never admit it, but a tiny tear escaped his eye when he saw your ship sail away. Thankfully no one saw him, as a loud roar was heard front he skies and suddenly the entire harbor was overcome by a huge shadow, Aemond looked up to see your ever faithful dragon flying above your ship, following his rider home.

His face twisted in rage because he had commanded your dragon to be chained to the pit, clearly, the people he had sent had no luck containing the beast, apparently.

Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor

A Dragon is not a slave

Aemond turned around to see Floris, cradling her belly

He was weak a couple of times, and that was the result, he thought bitterly. They lends him a hand, he played it, he played it wrong

But he did not have any time to worry, to cry for your loss, to punch the walls in anger for what others in the dark where still making him do.

A week after your departure…

Aegon died

He exhaled his last breath in a heave of puss and blood, and that is how the man that what going to be known as “Aegon the Usurper” was gone from this earth, taken by the stranger.

He detested his brother, that was no secret, but there was a day he didn’t.

Some years ago, Aegon was only his brother, his oldest brother, a bit drunk, and a whore, but he was only his brother, and that is when Aemond loved him, he had helped him usurp his sister, because he loved him, and his sister and his family, and he thought that was the way to keep everyone safe

Perhaps he had been wrong

But Aemond didn’t have the strength, nor the luxury of thinking about that, he didn’t dare.

It was what it was

His mother, Alicent, cried silently as the silent sister worked on Aegon’s body, covered his sick and twisted body with gauze and so many oils and ointments to try and cover the stench, finally, they placed the crown of the conqueror over his covered body.

He had not been the King in a while now, so the ceremony was short, but dignified thanks to his mother, but as like Viserys before him, nobody really payed attention to the burial, but rather, his own coronation

He had been acting like prince regent for a while now, but no matter, the ceremony was great, held in the throne room, instead of the Dragon Pit like Aegon’s had been, other lords of all over the Kingdoms had not been invited, they were only notified of the death of Aegon, and the coronation of Aemond.

Aegon had died, now, he was King, and you were not by his side when Criston placed the crown over his head, he looked around the room, looking for you, expecting to see you there smiling shyly, but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he could finally crown you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in all your right

But you were not there

The day

The most important day of his life, and you were nowhere to be found.

He wanted to cry

He wanted to throw himself into his bed and weep

Only Floris was there, standing by the last step of the Throne, looking up at him triumphantly

He wanted to throw up

But he couldn’t show it, for everybody in that room, for all those lickspitters and flatterers, they had won, it was him. Aemond, the right choice, the right brother

The one that studied history and philosophy, the one that trained with the sword, the one that rode the largest dragon in the world

The one who had wed two Queens, that now were with his children in her bellies, the one that worn the conqueror’s crown and held the conqueror’s sword

All the symbols of…

For fucks sake

His grandfather would have been proud

That is what everyone in that room saw, the perfect King

That is who everyone greeted at the banquet afterwards, to the King, the Baratheon Queen, and his mother, the loved Dowager Queen Mother, Alicent Hightower

The court seemed at peace

But it seemed like the peace before the storm

As the feast was raging on, Corlys Velaryon entered the room with the remains of his family, nephews and far off cousins, but impressive nonetheless

He barely nodded to the new anointed monarch, and sat close beside him, at the side of Floris

“You must be pleased to know, your grace, that your Queen is safe, at the palace we discussed”, he said triumphantly, knowingly souring the mood of everyone at the table, “she send her bests, and wishes to be present in this joyous occasion, sadly that cannot be”

“I agree Lord Corlys, soon, it shall all be well again, and I can have my Queen back at my side”, Corlys smiled, and raised his cup at the King, which he answered back, at the scowl of the Queen, and the frown of Floris

Aemond smiled, more confidently now, he was King now

Now, he was settled in power, with two heirs on the way, he was settling on the charge, he had vanquished one of his most powerful enemies while on power, he had won the war

His chest filled with the sense of victory

One step closer

One more, just one more

One enemy left to be slain, and it was going to be fine

All of it, was going to be worth it

He was King now

A real King, anointed by the faith, cherished by the people, supported by half of the great families and at least three of the seven Kingdoms

It could be better.

But it didn’t

Days went by and nothing did.

One day, a very respected member of his kingsguard entered his chambers, he looked nervous

“Your grace, following your instructions, I found something in Queen Floris’ chambers”, he said shakily, he knew how much was at stake, specially if he was wrong

Aemond only looked at him severely

Corlys was sewing scorn, resentment and mistrust in court, and he was not going to stop, until they ripped each other apart

“Queen Floris poisoned our beloved Queen, but she couldn’t do it alone, the question is, why your master of whispers didn’t know it?”, he asked the King as he had called upon him for advice on what to do, “she couldn’t have done it alone, my king”

Reader’s POV

You didn't want to believe it, when Aemond told you he was going to send you away, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, you believed you were dreaming.

But it was real

Maids helped you put your things inside coffers, and a sudden happiness filled you

it was true, you were going away

Dragonstone? probably, is the only place that made sense for you

You were begging

But any place could be better than this

You would even go to Casterly fucking rock, instead of this place

Ironic, it should be your home, where your mother was born, where you were born

But it became a prison

You didn't want to believe you were finally going to be free of it until you were walking towards the docks, escorted by the entire Kingsguard and Aemond walking by your side

He was angry

He had promised you that you were going to be the only Queen, soon, and you couldn’t wish for anything but the opposite

This worked

You placed your hand in your belly, he had what he wanted, you could only wish you were expecting a girl and Floris a boy, perhaps then he would leave you alone.

Aemond followed you hand, placing them over yours, as you stopped by when you reached Corlys’ ship at the end of the harbor

“I will send for you soon”, he promised, as he kissed you, you leaned into him, making him believe you would come back

You wouldn’t

ONce you were weak enough to fight this, but not anymore

You were not going to come back, not against your own will.

You grabbed the small hand of your little brother as you helped him aboard the ship

Corlys held you both once the boat left the harbor.

It was funny

From all your Velaryon siblings, you were the one that liked the sea the most, even if your real father was Daemon Targaryen

You found it calming, reassuring, soothing, but it was also something to be weary of, careful, scared of.

The endless sea

“Thank you grandfather”, you whispered, he kissed the top of your head

“I’m here now sweet girl”, he whispered back, “they will pay for everything they have done to us”

There was a time you cursed him, you believed he had betrayed you and your mother, but he didn’t, he needed to get inside, attack from within, he was the Sea Snake, one of the most dangerous men on the seven Kingdoms

And he was on your side

“The sea agrees with you”, he whispered, as with the soft sway of the ship you felt more confident as when you were on mainland

“I got it from you”, you said cheekily, and he smiled warmly

“You are my legacy, history remembers names, not blood”, you only smiled gently

And those words made sense only when you arrived at Dragonstone, where there was two very familiar silvery heads waiting for you

“Baela? Rhaena?”, you called, your half sisters smiling back at you. You ran towards them, as much as you could since you were heavily pregnant

they held you tightly against them

Once the war had started to collect the lives of your grandmother and then your brothers, Corlys had taken them to Driftmark, where they were going to be safe, you never saw them again.

Your stepsisters, your baby brother, your grandfather.

You looked up at the high towers of the huge castle, just in time when your dragon arrived and flied above it and between.

Beautiful

Safe

Your baby kicked inside you and you smiled warmly, he knew he was home too

“You don’t have to worry, little one”, Corlys whispered, “you are home now, I’ll protect you”

But as you approached the castle, you realized it was more… lively, that the last time you saw it, more people, ships on the harbor, banners from houses of the Crownlands, no, it couldn’t be, you recognized from afar the house sigil of the Celtigars

“What is going on?”, you asked

“The Lords are greeting you back home, where you belong, you, your brother, and the princeling”, now Corlys had the winning hand, having all the royal bloodlines under his protection.

When you entered the hall, you were met with all the lords of the Crownlands, everyone bowed when they saw you, smiling brightly at you, you smiled shyly back, as they guided you towards the Dragonstone throne.

Encouraged by Corlys, you took a seat in the throne, something you didn’t even see your mother do.

You gazed at all the lords, who didn’t even look in your direction when you lived inside these walls, when you were the last child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and they could see how they disappointed you in your face, in the frown in your face.

Many of them started talking, amongst each other, and some towards you, many apologies, a lot of everything

“We failed you once, our sweet Queen”, one man stood above all the others, “ we will not fail you again”, said Lord Celtigar, taking a knee to you, and all the other Lords followed

“To the Queen, and Prince Viserys!”, chanted one, and everyone echoed it

“For our late Queen Rhaenyra!”, chanted another and once again, your mother’s name was being called in the halls of Dragonstone

WELL, BRING ITTTT hahaha

It is going to be a long epilogue...

#misguidedmistress #aemond the kinslayer #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x alys rivers #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x floris baratheon #house of the dragon #hbo house of the dragon #targaryen!reader #house targaryen

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iceinwrt · 20 days

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I was going to

make a worthy joke... But X alone has won me over with the comments.

(I hope Min doesn't get jealous because we touched his bump. Lmao)

I VOTE BECAUSE PYONG IS MORE HANDSOME THAN WE THINK. Not for nothing, he's the most handsome of the red family... Muahahaha.

(If it's bait, it's going to join the list of things that leave me like 🤡)

#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#This is going to be so much fun...#Come on Pyong #I'm going to have your card even if I go bankrupt #I will always remember that I wait more curiously for Pyong's letter than for Luci himself #Pyong must be alive for more than a hundred years #PB should release Pyong's age

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 1 month

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LUNATIC III

Summary:

Halloween night at Sins.

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This chapter is hella long! As I was writing more and more just kept getting added that made sense and so I kept it in. I thought about making it a 2 part but decided to hell with that! This chapter has been one of my favorites to write so far and I hope you enjoy it as well. *Fair warning: There is knife play as well as a little blood play in this chapter. There be some torture as well. ALSO...Sex work IS real work. If you can't get with that, please kindly leave as this fic is sex and sex worker positive :) Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @unowakot

“Come one! Come all! To Sins Debaucherous Carnival!” Your voice proclaims across the entryway, out into the autumn air where a line has formed as far as around the corner. The video continues, your voice entrancing the waiting patrons.

“Tis Hallows Eve and the night is young. Prepare yourselves for a night of raucous fun! From spooky sexy skeletons, to our sirens sensual song, let your darkness be your guide as you travel the sins of the flesh we provide. Muahahaha.”

The team, having decided to celebrate, take in the entryway and swarm of bodies as they make their way to the main stage, where your act for the night is set to begin.

The atmosphere in the club is a bit darker tonight. The lights are dimmer and the wait staff look ghoulishly delicious, in varying shades of death. They arrive at their booth and settle in, anxious to see what you have in store for the audience tonight.

El Tango de Roxanne begins to play as the curtains open and a lone red spotlight centers on a single bed. The only other light comes from a lone window, in which the shadow of a well built man can be seen.

The spotlight fades to dimmed stage lights as you enter stage left followed by August, the perfect partner for this tango of tortured love. You're dressed in a skin tight black dress with a slit up to the waist on one side. Hair loose and wild. Dark smokey makeup adorns your face as matte black stiletto nails dipped in crimson grace your fingers. August is clad in a maroon button down, black slacks and gray suspenders. Hair disheveled and a scowl on his handsome face.

Clearly an argument is happening and as the song progresses and builds the fight turns violent. You pull a switchblade from your garter and point it at August. He scoffs, determined that you wouldn't have the balls to cut him. He takes a step too close and you lash out on instinct, slashing his pectoral, ruining his shirt as blood quickly rises to the surface.

He looks down in disbelief at the minor flesh wound. He reaches for you as you try to back away, catching your dress and ripping it from your body, exposing the black laced lingerie beneath. He tosses it to the side as you stand in shock for only a moment. That pause was all he needed to reach up and intertwine his fingers in your hair, pulling you in close to his body to dominate you with a kiss.

You lose yourself in his power, succumbing to the scorching chemistry you’ve always had. You cant let him think he’s won once again. The time to take your power back is now. You have places to be and people depending on you. Without wasting another moment you climb him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, providing yourself enough leverage to bite down on his neck, taking him by surprise yet again.

He walks forward until he can slam you against the wall, pinning you with his hips, dislodging you from his throat. You stare up at his darkened blue eyes, panting as you lower your hands to the bulge in his slacks, palming him once before undoing his button and zipper. Pulling him out, you give his thick length a couple strokes, spreading his leaking precum down his shaft.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pull him close as you tilt your hips and use your body weight to turn you around, his back now against the wall. He grabs the globes of your ass so you don’t fall as he pulls your panties to the side, allowing you to impale yourself on his rigid cock.

You begin to grind and ride him hard, unleashing all your pent up hurt and anguish on his impressive body. You hate that you ever let yourself love this man. One who thinks he can own you and control your every move. No more. It’s time for this little witch to fly.

It's a volatile seduction of limbs and flesh. Your claws rake down his chest as he tries to get his dominance back but is thwarted by your overwhelming need to consume him. Your other hand gripping his hair and holding him where you want him as you devour his mouth.

You end up allowing him to take you to the bed. He lets you remain on top, enjoying the view. As your climax nears you wrap your small hands around his thick neck and begin choking him. He doesn't resist as he is on the precipice of his own release, that is until you both reach your end and you add pressure to his windpipe. He tries to buck you off but his efforts become weaker the longer he is deprived of oxygen until he loses consciousness.

You remove yourself from his prone frame, fix your panties, grab a dress from the closet, and check yourself in the mirror on the wall before heading to the window. You throw it open, kissing the stranger on the balcony who pulls you through. He leans down to grab a bag at his side and proceeds to cart you away into the night.

Lights fade to black and the audience bursts out in uproarious applause.

Your favorite reusable bottle, full of ice cold h2o, is placed in your hand by Walter as you catch your breath backstage. You gulp down the cool liquid as he pushes a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was intense, Bug.” He caresses your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip as you remove the bottle, capturing an errant drop of water, returning it to your tongue. “It looked like my brother's black soul left his body when you both came.”

You feel arms wrap around you from behind. “It practically did.” August confesses to his brother as he lays a light kiss on your neck. “Granted it’s an emotionally charged number as is, something was certainly different tonight.”

He backs up and begins removing his bloodied shirt, exposing his hairy, muscle bound torso. “I wonder if it had anything to do with you being told that the Avengers had just been seated at the booth you had permanently set aside for them.”

“Ah, yes. Earth's mightiest have taken a liking to our little Nyx.” Walter looks down to see you shooting daggers his way. “Seems the reverse can be said. Wade must be losing his mind.” They both laugh.

You take the washcloth from August's hand before he can clean his chest, drop your panties, step out of them and proceed to remove his spend from your body. “You know how I am. A glutton for all things that bring me pleasure.” You toss the cloth back to August. “Thor proved himself as mighty as to be believed and I would be lying if I said I didn't want a taste of them all.” You shrug.

“I know you well, darling. Always on the hunt for the one thing that may finally quench your thirst.” August imparts, as he places your right hand on the damp blood still staining his chest. “I also know that look in your eyes. You’re looking to lose yourself tonight. Need the release subspace brings.” He lifts your chin to catch your hooded eyes. “Been in control of everything for too long getting ready for tonight's carnival. Fuck, you had me practically bowing at your feet on stage.”

Walter cages you in against his brother. “Usually we’d drag you back to your suite and take you apart until we get you nice and floaty.” He kisses your shoulder. “Then I’d run you a bath and bring you back up to the land of the living.” He runs a hand up your thigh. “But I don’t think we’ll be enough for you tonight Ladybug.”

He looks at his brother, having one of those silent conversations they’re known for, before they both take a step away from you. “Let’s see how well these heroes can handle our favorite little hellion.”

Your bottom lip starts to protrude. August grips your chin quickly between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t even attempt to pout, Darling.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “If they can’t provide you with what you so thoroughly need, you know where to find us. We’re only ever a call away.”

He releases you and sends you on your way out to the main room with a swat to your ass.

“Give em hell, Bug!” Walter shouts followed by laughter as the door closes behind you.

You find the team with ease, clearly enjoying themselves and the libations your faithful staff have provided. It’s a sight to see them with relaxed postures and smiles abound. As you saunter over, you can’t help but notice the power emanating in waves off of the two former assassins, book-ending Steve.

As if sensing your presence, or quite possibly your arousal coating your skin, Bucky glances your way, tracking your movement to the table. “I see you all are enjoying yourselves.”

“Nyx! Just the woman we were drooling over.” Tony jests.

“Your performance did have me salivating.” Thor raises his large stein. “The control in which you have on your body is to be admired and I would not balk at a chance to explore it yet again. Perhaps to test its boundaries this time.”

“Always the charmer, Odinson.” You smile in his direction.

“Down puppy. Let the rest of us get a chance before you go in for seconds.” Clint barks out.

“Speaking of.” Tony interjects. “I know we just watched you have a good ol time up on stage. You look fantastic when you come by the way.” He winks. “But are you up for a little playtime this evening? Or are you too busy running the joint?”

You wriggle your finger for Tony to come closer. “Oh I’m done for the night. My staff has everything under control. I’m not leaving the premises, so if anything goes wrong they know where to find me.”

“And where will that be, doll?” Buck asks, locking eyes with you.

“In the Sanguine Suite of course.” You say nonchalantly.

“The blood suite.” Natasha quirks a brow. “That sounds like a party waiting to happen.”

“You’re welcome to join me.” You stare her down. “Only if you promise to bring you sharpest knife and the White Wolf with you.”

“So the name isn't just a clever moniker.” Bucky states.

“Well it is clever, but no, it is certainly more than just a name.” You bite your lip.

“So the woman who derives pleasure from pain also likes to get bloody in bed. Giving or receiving?” Nat, having gotten up from the booth, asks of you.

“Depends on my mood really.” You graze a finger along her collarbone. “I’ve already drawn blood tonight though.”

You notice Bucky approaching you both from the side. “That could only mean you are looking for a little hematic release then.” You nod your head. “We can certainly provide that for you, doll.”

“I won’t make it easy on you Wolfy.” You declare.

“Wouldn’t dream of it any other way.” He responds.

Nat leans in and gives you a sensual yet dominating kiss. Making your brain melt and your insides go gooey already. She pulls away, holding you steady as you sway on your weak legs. “Lead the way Malyshka.”

With a quick look to the table, you spot Steve with a wide grin on his face. “Have fun, dollface. Don’t worry bout us. I’m sure we can find something to entertain ourselves with.”

“Everything is on the house tonight. So please do enjoy yourselves. And if I don’t see you before the mornings light, I bid you a blessed Hallows Eve.” You grab Bucky's metal hand with yours and link your other arm with Nat’s as you begin your trek back to your personal suite.

“Welcome to my home away from home. Honestly I spend more time than I would like crashing here.” You let them in. “If I’m not out satisfying my thirst for vengeance, using Tartarus for it’s intended purposes, I usually work so late that I’m too tired to make it to my loft. Plus the bed is fantastic.”

“Looks it.” Nat agrees.

“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.”

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds.

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.”

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?”

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

You’re standing, wrapped in a towel, waiting impatiently for your admittance back into your bedroom.

Måneskins I Wanna Be Your Slave starts playing from the bluetooth speakers hidden throughout the suite.

I see they took the time to inspect the space before play. They seem to have done this together before. I’m curious how this will all pan out. Lucky for them I’m not feeling too bratty tonight.

“Alright, Doll. Time for you to come on out.” Bucky projects just loud enough to be heard over the speakers. “Leave the towel behind.”

You drop the towel, take a deep calming breath to sooth the anxious, excited energy coursing through your body and step into the room.

The lights have been turned to their sensual setting. I see they found the control center. I’m not surprised. They are both assassins after all.

Nat steps up to you, ghosting a hand down the center of your torso, surveying your inked skin and stopping just above your mound. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Hands, palms up on your thighs.”

She steps aside as you make your way over to your king size bed, noting the red rope tied to the normally hidden hooks in your headboard. You seat yourself on the dark gray silk sheets, letting the cool fabric calm your heated skin as you place your hands on your thighs, eyes cast to the floor on instinct.

“Would you look at that Bucky.” Nat casually states. “I didn't even have to instruct her to keep her head down. What a good girl.”

You feel the warmth radiating from your center, bump up a notch at her praise.

“I knew she would be the perfect little sub.” He replies. “All that control. All of the time.” He lifts your chin up with his metal fingers. “That bratty attitude. The need to fight back. Make ‘em earn your submission.”

You catch the glint of his switchblade as he twirls it in his flesh hand. “When in reality you're just waiting for the right Dominate. Or two. To come make you feel safe enough to just give in.” He runs the knife down your stretched throat. “Am I right, doll?”

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper out.

“Good, girl.” He presses the edge of the blade in just enough to cut the skin and a small well of blood to seep out before he removes it completely. “Now. You're going to take those dainty little fingers and undress us.” He instructs. “Every piece of skin you expose you will kiss. Understood?”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”

With surprisingly steady hands you reach forward, sliding your hands under his shirt pulling up as far as your seated position will allow. He bends forward and allows you to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. You toss it to the side as he returns to standing, being sure to follow his command and lay gentle kisses to his flesh.

You glide your hands along his abdominal muscles, enjoying the tickle of his happy trail against your palms as you make your way to his waist band. You undo his belt, leaving it open as you pull his zipper down, allowing his pants to drop to his ankles. You admire the generous dick print straining against his boxer briefs, demanding to be released. You tuck your fingers in the elastic band and drag the fabric down his thick thighs, licking your lips as the thickness of him is exposed, a drop of precum glistening on the tip.

“As tempting as that pretty mouth is, I’ll have to try it out another night.” Bucky tells you. “You're doing such a good job. Be sure to treat Nat with the same care.”

“Yes, Sir.” You watch him take a step back to allow Natasha to stand before you, as he goes about removing his boots.

You repeat the same process to remove her clothing. Allowing yourself to indulge in the feeling of her soft, supple skin against yours. You took your time peeling her red lace bra down her arms, mouth watering at the sight of her exposed breasts. Your anticipation has been ratcheting with each kiss you’ve placed upon her silky skin.

As you go to remove her matching thong, you can’t help the small smile that teases your mouth at the sight of the dampened fabric. You chance a look up at her face. “All your doing Malyshka. You can go ahead and be proud.”

Your smile widens as you pull the wet fabric down her legs and take in the small triangle patch of red curls pointing you towards her exquisite pussy.

She runs a finger along your bottom lip and pulls your attention back to her face. “Lay back on the bed sweet girl. Head resting on a pillow, arms up by your ears.”

You place yourself in the requested position and wait on bated breath as you feel the bed dip on either side of you.

You watch with bated breath as they both take a hand, securing you to the ropes attached to the headboard. They make the knots tight enough to feel, but able to quickly be released if the need arises. You also notice the amount of give you’re provided with allows for some movement while still remaining securely locked in.

You legs remain free, which you are thankful for as Bucky leans down to give you a deep sensual kiss, groaning as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before sitting back up to reveal Nat holding a Wartenberg Pinwheel to your right. “What’s your color, doll?”

“Green.” You sigh out as you clench your thighs together.

“Great.” He ghosts his flesh hand down your torso, stopping to pinch your left nipple. “I’ll let Nat have her fun with these beauties.” He pinches the other nipple so that both are now standing at attention.

He trails his fingers down your belly until they graze over your mound, surpassing your slick soaked folds and teasing along your inner thighs. “I have my eyes set on decorating another set of anatomy.” You watch as he picks up the blade sitting beside him, running his thumb along the sharp edge.

While you are mesmerized by the way the light reflects off the polished silver, Nat takes the opportunity of your distraction to run the pinwheel down your chest with just enough pressure to have you gasping out. “You're a responsive little one. This is going to be even more fun than I thought it would be.”

“This is going to be quite the sensory overload for you.” Bucky states as he teases the knife across your inner thighs. You want to squeeze them, but doing so would take away all the tingly sensations the cold steel is providing you with.

Sensory overload was a correct assumption on Buckys part. You nerve endings have come alive with each passing graze from each instrument. There’s a hitch in your breath as Nat begins to circle your areolas, skirting fully across your nipple with some added pressure every once in a while. You close your eyes, tilt your head back and just let yourself bask in the torturous teasing.

As soon as you find a sense of peace, the temperature of the scene gets taken up a notch. Having had his fill of teasing Bucky asks you once again. “Color?”

“Green, Sir. So green.” You hum out.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he creates a shallow cut along the meatiness of your inner thigh. It’s small, just barely breaking the skin, not enough to leave a scar but enough to leave you reminders of this night for days to come. You squeak out at the sudden jolt of pain.

Bucky leans forward, running his tongue along the small trickle of blood seeping from the fresh wound before latching his mouth around it and sucking a bruise into the flesh surrounding. You’re really turning into a mess now. You try to squeeze your thighs together but he just places his shoulders taut so they stay in place.

Nat consumed by the sinful display in front of her, applies more pressure to the pinwheel playing beneath your breasts, leaving some marks of her own as she take a nipple into her mouth and bites down as she teases the tip with her tongue.

If you were a mess of sensations before you're a catastrophe by now. Whimpering and panting as you give in to that lovely pleasurable pain.

Bucky tilts his head back, admiring his marks on your left thigh for a moment. “Color?”

“Still. Green.” You whimper out.

“Perfect.” He then proceeds to repeat the same process to your right thigh as Nat switches to your neglected nipple. Each one ignoring your very aching pussy.

You're experiencing the sweetest torture, on the verge of begging one of them just to touch your pulsating cunt. You swear your heartbeat and clit have synchronized.

“Mmm, look at the mess you're making, doll.” Bucky states as he sits back on his knees. “Your sweet little pussy is just drooling all over these silk sheets. Got me hard as a fucking rock over here.” He squeezes the base of his cock and looks over to Nat. “I wonder how wet you’ve made Nat.”

“There’s only one real way to find out.” She responds, moving closer to your prone frame and throwing a leg over your chest, leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of your waist, allowing you to witness her soaked pussy and damp thighs.

“So, wet.” You whimper out, wishing you could run a finger along her folds.

“Go ahead and give it a taste, Malyshka. Show me what that tongue can do.” Nat requests. “I know I’m going to get myself a snack. Let’s see who lasts the longest.”

“Yes, Miss.” You quickly reply, as she backs up and places herself practically on your chin. As soon as she settles you get to work, licking her essence off of her folds before sucking her swollen little nub into your mouth, humming and creating a powerful combo between your vibrations and suction.

“Oh, fuck your good at that.” She moans out, distracted by your talents until Bucky touches her cheek, reminding her of her current challenge.

That was all she needed to lower her head and get to work unraveling you with her tongue. She refrained from using her fingers, wanting to add on to your desperation to be filled. Your tongue was on another level and she was having a harder time than she believed she would trying to get you to the finish line first.

It was time to pull out your nifty little party trick that has had many a vulva owner losing themselves on your tongue.

You can feel her thighs begin to tremble as she tries to keep it together and not cross the finish line first. This spurs you on further, the need to taste her orgasm on your tongue stronger than the need to find release yourself.

She lifts her head from between your thighs and lets out an uncontrollable moan as she stills above you. You feel her slick coat your tongue and trickle down your chin as you revel in besting the Black Widow. Her cum all the sweeter on your tongue.

“ Fuck that looked intense.” Bucky states, checking in on a panting Nat. “Need a minute?”

“I’m great.” She replies. “She’s more talented than I expected that’s all.” She spanks your juicy cunt. “With that out of the way I can focus on paying her back.”

Bucky spreads your thighs wider, allowing for better access to your leaking hole. He runs his dick along your folds, coating himself and teasing your sensitive clit. “I’m going to have to aid you in that Nat. I can’t stand another minute not buried to the hilt in this gorgeous pussy.”

He notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes in, splitting you open, inch by inch on his thick girth. “Fuck your tight, doll. Little lips stretched out, hugging me so tight.”

Nat leans forward to get a closer look, fascinated by the sight. As Bucky begins to slowly thrust in and out, eliciting sweet moans to spring forth from your throat, she lowers her head down and teases your clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, Fuck!” You shout at the added wet sensation.

“Shit! Keep that up Nat. She’s squeezing me even tighter the more you do those little circles. She’s so close to coming undone.”

Wanting you to feel as good as she still is, she doubles her efforts on your little nub, deciding to add just a little suction with the flick of her tongue. That was the right decision because seconds later you're screaming out both their names as you're coming all over Bucky’s cock and her tongue.

“That’s it. Soak my cock, doll. Such a good girl for us. Coming so pretty. Making all those sexy noises.”

Nat slides off your waist and heads over to your toy drawer as Bucky removes himself from your quivering channel.

“No. Want. More.” You whine out.

“Oh you’re getting more, doll. Believe that. I’m not finished with you yet.” He places his hands on your hips and turns you over onto your stomach, hands crossed as your wrists are still bound.

I knew there was a reason for the extra give.

Nat returns to the bed, placing herself in front of you, leaning against the headboard as Bucky scoots you back and lifts your ass in the air, spreading your knees to hold your weight. You notice she has pulled out a vibrator from your collection as you watch her tease herself before you.

“Color?” Bucky asks.

“Green. Very Green.” You reply.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m too on edge at this point for that. Use your safeword if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes, Sir.” You arch your back, lifting your ass higher as you feel a hand smack down onto the flesh and squeeze.

“Fuck just look at that ass jiggle.” He smacks it again and then slams his length inside you. Wasting no time setting a lethal pace.

As his dick works it’s magic, carving out your insides, you watch as Nat matches his pace as she fucks herself on your toy. It doesn't take long for your next orgasm to hit. Not as big as the one prior but still toe curling to say the least.

You’re unsure how much time has passed as you continue to come on Bucky’s dick over and over again. Nat is thoroughly enjoying the show as she has gotten off twice more herself.

You notice the tempo of Bucky’s thrust becoming erratic. “I’m close, doll. So close. This tight little snatch just feels to fucking good wrapped around me.”

“Please.” You beg.

“Give me one more and I’ll give your a creamy treat. C’mon babygirl.” He smacks your ass and fucks you harder until your losing yourself once again, clenching around his dick so tight he’s barely able to pull himself out.

Somehow he manages to remove himself and kneel as close to Nat as he can get. He furiously pumps his cock until he unleashes his load all over Nat’s swollen pussy. Leaving quite the mess.

“I’m going to release your arms and I want you to clean up every drop of our cum with your tongue. Good girls help clean up the messes they make.” He tells you.

He releases you and you get to work relieving Nat of the semen coating her lips. The combined taste of them is unique and you find yourself at a loss when not a drop is left. You lift your head, open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and showing you didn't miss a drop.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Bucky praises you. “Come here. Let us massage and clean you up, doll.”

You’re cocooned between them as they alternate between soft caresses and massaging your sore muscles. It’s just the type of aftercare you were needing. It’s interesting to see such hard individuals being so soft with you.

You feet safe and floaty, just as you had set out for.

Your bliss is interrupted as Declan, one of your security team, knocks on your suite door to inform you that there’s an issue in Talia's room.

You throw on your stilettos and a silk nightgown that reaches midthigh and head off towards the play rooms. Upon entering the room you find a man being restrained by Cassidy against the wall as Talia sits teary eyed and curled up in a ball on the bed. A sheet draped across her form.

“What happened here?” You address Cassidy.

“He requested some rough and tumble but forgot his manners. No matter the transaction. No means No. When Tal resisted he gave her a good smack. She ran for the call button and managed to tap it before he began choking her out. That’s how I found him and restrained him until you could arrive. Sorry for ruining your play time.”

“No worries Cass. My needs were already met before I was summoned. If anything you shortened my come down. It’s no matter. I’m sure this will provide more than enough extra stimulation for the night.”

“Everything alright in here?” You hear Bucky’s smooth baritone at the threshold of the door. You turn to see him standing next to the good Captain.

“It will be. Once I teach this spineless man a lesson.” You smile ear to ear. “You’re free to watch, if you're into that sort of thing. Be warned. It will get messy.”

“Doll, our mess is still slicking your thighs. And down your neck as well.” He steps forward and runs his flesh finger along your clavicle, collecting the accumulated crimson along the way. He places the finger against his tongue and licks your essence clean. You moan watching him consume you so thoroughly.

“Guess getting messier is of no matter than.” You steady your breathing. “Now keep yourself out of my way unless called for. You good Sir are distracting me from my business.”

“As you wish, doll.” He pulls Steve into the room and takes a seat with him on the love seat placed near the bed.

“Cassidy. Bring the rule breaker to me and escort Talia to the door. One of the girls will accompany her to the back rooms so she can be assessed. You are to remain at the door on guard. No one is to enter without my explicit permission. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He goes to do as he is told. You stop Talia on her walk to the door. “Anything I need to know before I begin?”

“He’s prideful. Boasts about his physique and title. He also has a wife and children.” She reveals.

“Wonderful. Thank you. That will be all for tonight. You are to take the next week off. And don't worry about pay, I will comp you for the days including the full for tonight’s holiday pay.”

“You’re too good to us Nyx.” She claims.

“You deserve it.” You remind her.

She leaves the room and you saunter over to your victim. "Since your actions have impeded my post orgasm high. I must let you know that I will be especially vicious tonight."

The scumbag scans your body and lets out a scoff. “You think I’m scared of you.” His eyes travel to the Winter Soldier sitting stoic next to Captain America. “Plus the good Captain is somehow here. There is no way his righteousness would let you harm an innocent man. I did nothing wrong. The little whore loved it.”

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head. Normally the man would be right, but one thing people seem to forget about him is that he is still a man. Not to mention that he always looks out for the underdog and the misfortunate as there was a time before he became America’s Golden Boy where he was treated as less than.

While the waste of space spewed his ridiculousness you took the time to retrieve the dagger hidden behind the headboard. As the last of Steve’s laughter rings out you have your arm wrapped around the d-bags throat and the dagger pointed at his groin. Resting nicely against the exposed skin, one wrong move and things will get bloody.

He stiffens as you nuzzle his cheek. “It’s funny how you think he’ll save you when this is my establishment and he is my guest. Now as much as I want to redecorate this room in your blood, it is one of our busiest nights of the year and frankly we need the room. So here is what is going to happen.”

You drag the dagger along his skin in a lazy playful fashion, grazing his dick along the way. “You my little piggy are going to sit nice and pretty, legs spread while I crave the word ‘Abuser’ into your ribs.” He begins to try to fight your hold and you squeeze his throat tighter. “Uh uh uh asshole. You broke my rules and marked up one of my girls. It’s only fair I return the favor. Now be a good boy and take your punishment or else I’ll have to ask the supersoldiers to hold you down.”

“Fuck you bitch” He spits out.

“Mmm. Wrong answer.” You quickly cut his inner thigh. “Strike one. Let’s try that again. They get deeper per strike. Now are you gonna be a good boy and take your punishment?”

“Your fucking crazy.” He seethes.

You cut him again, slightly deeper and closer to his groin. “Never claimed to be sane. I’m a product of my upbringing. As I’m sure you are as well. Last chance.”

“I’ll never submit to a whore.” He answers.

You deeply sigh. “Arrogance truly gets you nowhere.” You slice him nice and deep, quickly soaking the sheet in his blood. “Neither does false bravado. James, would you mind lending me a metal hand here.”

Bucky stands up, cracks his neck from side to side and makes his way over to the bed. You exchange a look before he proceeds to grab the man by the throat and pin him down to the bed with his metal hand. With the other he raises the arm closest to you and pins it above his head, exposing his ribs for your punishment.

“I was going to do this quickly and send you off to your banishment. But you just had to play a tough guy and now I’m going to take my sweet time.” You begin to cut the A right below his armpit, as he starts to scream. “Oh honey. Scream to your heart's content. The room is soundproof. No one to hear your sweet sounds of agony but those of us in the room.”

As promised you take your time carving out his scarlet letters. A sense of calm passes over you as you zen out while doing your task. You don't even notice the two sets of eyes that gaze upon you in awe with a haze of lust. The blood lust has taken over and you can't help but clench your thighs the more crimson is set free.

You finish the last letter, leaning back to admire your handy work before slapping the prick awake. “Rise and shine asshat! Where’s your phone?”

Delirious he mumbles out. “In my pants pocket.”

“Steve be a dear and fetch that for me will you.” You turn to watch him rise from the couch, a noticeable bulge tenting his slacks as he retrieves the phone for you and walks it over. “Thank you Captain.” You take the device. “I’ll be sure to show my gratitude in full momentarily.” You lick and bite your lip.

“Take your time, doll. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls your lip from between your teeth and turns to head back to the couch.

You shake yourself out of the lust haze to finish your task. “Thank you James for lending a hand. You may return to the couch with your Captain. Don’t want you accidentally attached to my message. I’ll only be but a minute more.”

You place the device in front of the man’s face, unlocking it. You quickly turn on the camera and snap a few photos. You send a copy to your private server as well as messaging his wife, close friends, family and co-workers the photos along with a text that reads: I chose to break the rules at Sins. Therefore I’ve been branded and banned herein.

You walk over to the door and open it, getting Cassidy’s attention. “The trash is ready to be taken out now.” You tell him. “As always, make sure he understands the parameters of his banishment.” You step aside to let him in, watch as he grabs his discarded clothes from the floor and lifts him up into a fireman's carry, uncaring of his comfort as he marches him out the door and down the hall toward the exit.

Shutting the club back out, you walk over to the music controls along the wall. You scan the selection until you land on the perfect song for your current mood. “Dirty Pretty” by In This Moment begins to play, your hips swinging along as the beat drops in.

You turn towards the supersoldiers, holding court, manspreading on the couch. You're still riding the blood high from inflicting your punishment on the waste of air that broke your rules. Steve is still sporting a rather sizable bulge in his slacks and you’re dying for a taste of the Golden Boy who clearly has a dark side.

You saunter over to the couch, keeping eye contact with the blonde adonis, you hike your dress up to your hips and sink to your knees, between his spread thighs. “I can’t think of a better way to show you my gratitude than to have you spilling down my throat Captain.”

You reach forward and undo his belt and zipper, reaching in to pull his large member from the tight confines. The tip is already messy with precum, unconsciously you run your palm up and through the fluid, making sure to coat his length with it on the way down.

He instinctively tilts his hips up at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. He holds his breath as he watches you lean forward and take him to the back of your throat in one slippery stroke. “Fuck” He grunts out as you swallow, muscles contracting around his girth.

Bucky observes the two of you for a couple moments before his aching balls get the better him and he pulls his own cock out. He can still smell your slick mixed with his fresh precum as he wraps a hand around the base and gives himself a couple pumps.

As you increase your efforts, Steve’s large hands encasing your head as you bob up and down, he gets up from his seat. He kneels behind you, pulling the back of your dress up even higher, until he sees your drooling little slit.

“I didn't get to fill this perfect little pussy up earlier, doll.” He spread your cheeks wide, admiring the view. “Wanna fuck you so bad baby. Need to make sure you’re leaking me for days, doll.” He growls out.

You slowly pull off of Steve’s cock with a soft pop and look over your shoulder. “Yes, please. Leave me nice and full, Sir.” You reply.

“This is going to be quick. I’m still sensitive from earlier and this pussy just feels to fucking good.” Bucky states and he pushes his way inside you, holding still for a moment to catch his breath.

“You should feel her mouth. He throat game is fucking deadly, Buck.” Steve states as you lick him from base to tip before slowly sucking him back down your throat. “I’m close to bustin’ myself.” He groans out.

You’re feeling nice and full, spit roasted between the two best friends. The lustful haze of contentment is slowly making itself known, once more and you let out a moan, thinking about how hot you all must look right now.

Spurred on by the clenching of your cunt, Bucky draws back and slams himself deeper within you. Adding a slight grind to his hips as he sets a brutal pace. This has you practically screaming around the dick lodged down your throat. The vibrations of your vocal chords setting Steve into a frenzy as well. He grabs your head, holding it steady as he fucks your face like your his own personal fleshlight.

It’s quick and dirty. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, groans, moans, and occasional sounds of you choking on Steve’s dick.

You feel Steve begin to thicken in your mouth as his hips become erratic. You have but a moment before your nose is buried in the blonde curls of his pelvis and you feel the first spurt of his cum hit your throat.

As you’re moaning and swallowing the large load, Bucky grips your hips tighter, slamming inside of you as far as he can go and burying his face between your shoulder blades as finds his own release. You can feel his cock twitch as each rope of his seed coats your walls.

He brings his metal hand down to your neglected clit and starts making little circles, whispering how good you fucking feel squeezing his cock as he fills you up, until your coming undone on his cock once again tonight.

He pulls out and admires his cum leaking from your abused hole before pushing it all back inside of you. “Mmm this pretty pussy might just become my new addiction.” He kisses your back and then moves to sit back on the sofa.

Wrapping a hand around your hair, Steve gently pulls you free from his length. He maintains eye contact as he wipes himself from your chin with his thumb, placing it in your mouth for you to clean when he is finished.

“Seems all of her is addicting.” He pulls his thumb out, watching you lick your swollen lips for any missing drops. “I’ll just have to make sure to get my fill whenever possible.” He pulls you up onto his lap and kisses you. Tasting himself on your tongue. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. You’ve had a long night.”

He lifts you up into a bridal carry and stands from the couch, following Bucky out of the room towards your suite. Uncaring that his belt and zipper is still undone. Thankfully his softened dick made it back into his pants at least.

Along the way you run into Trixie on her way to meet a client in her playroom. Steve nods his head at her as you pass, resulting in her giving you a wink and mouthing ‘I want details’ before you turn the corner.

Upon reaching your suite, Steve places you on the counter in your bathroom as he proceeds to run you a bath. Checking that the temperature is to his liking, he lifts you up and places you both in the large soaker tub. You’re lounging, chest to chest as he gently washes your back with his large hands. Caressing your skin and making you melt all the further.

If I’m not careful I could get used to this. Would that be so bad? Being all of theirs? I at least have to try the others out first right?!

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hammyham-o-o · 1 day

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Favorite thing that John Laurens did historically?

Guys, I gotta admit, for such a huge John Laurens fan (both musical version and historically) I barely know about ANYTHING he did irl other than write essays against slavery, recruit 3000 men for the first all black military regiment, witness wayyy too many of his siblings die, be in love with hamilton, and be a kickass soldier. (Oh and the whole marrying out of pity and then never visiting his daughter thing. And the sexism, but I'd rather not dwell on that -_-)

AND THE TURTLE DRAWINGS MUAHAHAHA (guys I'm kidding I know he wasn't actually obsessed with turtles, but he did love art and nature, right?)

WAIT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING OMG-

So I once read a Tumblr post about historical John Laurens being left handed (there's an amazing depressedrevolutionariesinlove comic about this too !!), and more specifically about one time when he got injured in his right shoulder in the midst of battle, and just tossed his sword to his left hand and absolutely ANNIHILATED the soldiers he was fending off. Imagine their absolute SHOCK when they think they've won because "hahaha his sword hand is knocked out" and then BOOM he's even better with his left? 😂

I'd link the post if I remembered where it was from arghhh, possibly @john-laurens? (GREAT blog by the way)

I also read part of the SALTIEST letter from Laurens to Kinloch once, but unfortunately don't remember where I could find it or what exactly it was about, other than this man's passive agressivness was through the ROOF lol (does anyone know what I'm talking about?)

So, in hindsight after writing this essay (😭), I do know quite a bit about John Laurens... but I still feel like there's SOOO much I don't know (and plz correct me if I got anything wrong in this post!) Also, I'd LOVE to hear any funny or notable stories you guys have about him!! :D

What's your favourite historical John Laurens moment (moots and random people who see this)??

Maybe we could make a chain!!! :DDD

Also just a lil note in closing, my favourite thing about him historically is probably his bravery, passion for justice/abolitionism, and love for hamilton because live laugh lams <3

#JOHN LAURENS POST #RIIIIISE UP #ANY COOL JL MOMENTS?? :D #Thx so much for the ask <333 #Hopefully i didn't ramble for too long lol ><#hamilton #amrev #historical John Laurens #john laurens #lams #historical lams

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cowboyfatgum · 1 year

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"A high five...? I'm not sure what kind of emotion would prompt one to do so."❤️

"Muahahaha. ALL points for MAMMON! Bow down to me!"💛

"Don't tell me?! I'm about to get a totally legit...high five!"💙

"Of course we won. After all, I was there."💚

"You and me together! There’s nothing better!"💖

"Ah, now I can rest and eat some food!"🧡

"We might be compatible."💜

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missacidburn928 · 1 year

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As I look back on my writing this year, there are definitely stories of mine I've really loved. I'm honestly happy with what I accomplished.

Of them all though, I think my favorite scene to write was the opening scene from LUNATIC Chapter 3.

I'm going to share it here under the cut just because I want to 😁

The following is for the 18+ folks. Minors DNI.

The team, having decided to celebrate, take in the entryway and swarm of bodies as they make their way to the main stage, where your act for the night is set to begin.

Lights fade to black and the audience bursts out in uproarious applause.

#avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers smut #avengers au #polyvengers #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x you #darkish #dark humor #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut

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quanreblogs · 11 months

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I had a dream last night that Dark Meta Knight & Banana Waddle Dee were having a race; to see who could get through 7 Escape Rooms & get to the ending first. 😄

Banana Waddle Dee won. 👍

HAHAHAHHA YESS BANDEE BOI

Ayo wait imma see if i can make art of this and post it on my main blog muahahaha

#love it when i get asks on this blog lolol #ask

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sassenashsworld · 1 year

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Do you want to be my Valentine?

[Doesn’t really include in the series The Path of the Private, but a Valentine’s Day special for my favorite detective. I had thought of a one-shot completely off-series, but I think it would be interesting to see Silver’s reaction to a prospect for Nick Valentine (just so little). It’s not only she who can torture other muahahaha]

We returned to Diamond City on our way to the castle. Nora has to check the training of the new recruits under Ronnie’s command, but she wanted to rest a bit at the Home Plate before returning on the road. For my part, I take benefit of our time in town to update myself with the agency, but Ellie has no new files for me. I entrust her with my share of capsules won with Nora and she puts the purse in her drawer.

“Piper comes pick me in less than fifteen minutes to spend the evening at the Dougout. Travis and Vadim want to plan Valentine’s Day for the city’s singles and I’m on the committee.”

“As a single person or all that time spent with our friends paid off somewhere?”

Ellie just let out a little giggle, but I decide it’s better to respect her privacy. The day she wants to talk to me about it, she will. Her one and only relationship on this date having ended in a catastrophic way (I had to put the young man behind bars), she is very cautious before moving forward. I trust her with that.

Piper ends up landing as usual as a tornado in my office, greets me with enthusiasm and leaves arm-in-arm with my secretary.

As soon as they close the door, the peace of mind falls back on me. I light a cigarette sitting at my desk, closing my eyes for a moment to enjoy the silence.

It’s certain my partner is silent more often than in turn, but it’s not necessarily calm and tranquility at every step, on the opposite. Our adventures are often dangerous, otherwise we find ourselves in the middle of dozens of people, at best to direct them or for them to consult us, at worst completely excited fauna like at the Sanctuary bar.

Silence and calm are not really part of my life anymore and I savor this moment as fully as the cigarette I’m quietly burning.

Speaking of grilling, it smells like toast in the air and it’s not from my bad habit. In the total silence of the agency, I hear as much as I feel the sizzle of energy accumulating around me and I suddenly open my eyes. What happen…

I don’t have time to question myself when I see a first arc of electricity splitting the air less than a meter away from me. I get up in a hurry and go down the hallway to my room while a real electric storm throws arcs all around a man-height central point, sending files and incidentally everything that was on our two desks, to Ellie and me.

By the time the strange phenomenon develops, it already disappears, and the silence comes back, as deadly.

Then I hear a sigh. A woman’s sigh.

Curious, I proceed cautiously in my office to see the lamentable state in which the room finds itself. All the files that were not in a filing cabinet are now spread out on the four corners of the floor, office fans also on the ground, there is even a pencil stuck in the wall and my ashtray left a nice trail of dust behind it.

But what catches my attention the most is what stands at the exact spot where the phenomenon appeared; a woman turns her back on me. I suspect it’s a woman seeing the cascade of golden hair falling under her shoulders and the unique shape of her legs revealing themselves under a short skirt. High heels encourage her calves to keep an impeccable shape. When she turns in my direction, my heart stops.

“Jenny?”

“Sorry?”

“Jenny, is that you?”

“My designation is X3-42, commonly called Aiden by my creator.”

I take better glance at the girl. No, my memory of Jenny confirms my mistake. Her eyes were darker blue, the blond of her hair paler. Her nose was also curlier and her cheekbones rounder. The woman standing in front of me seems more delicate, a frame that looks a lot like Nora’s with chiseled features, the eyes lighter, but the hair more gold burned. Her eyebrows are almost as pale as her hair are delicate like those of Nora, rising with surprise by realizing who she is talking to.

“You … you’re one of those second-generation prototype synthetics, right? Who have a personality matrix allowing free will and the development of own thought?”

“One of those? I am the only one who travels this land, for all I know. I have never met another.”

“I don’t have enough information on that to confirm or deny whether there would be more.”

Her voice has something very refreshing, very gently. I thought Irma had a caressing tone, though a deep voice. This Aiden has a very caressing voice but higher perched. If she didn’t have such a soft accent, it might remind me of Nora’s voice. But Nora’s tone is more bluntly and more often sarcastic (ironic at best).

The woman brushes her impeccable suit that stands out especially in the running days. She then hands me a delicate perfectly manicured one. I extend mine with a little uncertainty.

“Valentine, Nick Valentine. Private detective.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Valentine. It looks like I’m in the perfect place for once.”

I finally remember my manners. I pull Ellie’s chair to make her sit in it. I have yet to digest all the information about her shattering arrival and her… designation, but one thing is certain, she’s a lady, and she’s entitled considerations.

“Are you… from the Institute?”

“A Courser, yes. Well, I was. Thank you.”

She takes her place gracefully placing her hands on her lap in an impeccable gesture. A real lady. I let myself fall back into my chair, feeling infinitely clumsy around her. However, I never really had this particularity despite the weight of my structure.

“A former Courser? Is that possible?”

“Only with great luck. I managed to jam my signal and the Institute is now blind to me.”

“Why did you do this?”

She sighed as a bird sighed, the same sigh of relief I had heard immediately after her arrival.

“I was designed to be charming and friendly towards subjects who, reassured by my unmenacing manners, are more easily caught. But compassion being part of my programming, I could not tolerate participating in the atrocities that were required of me.”

“A rare miscalculation by our boogeyman friends.”

“Far from being their first. They are humans. Humans make mistakes. If they were fully effective, we wouldn’t have this discussion.”

I reserve my judgment. Because she raised it so well, she was designed to build confidence, and I would be a fool to fall for that. But why would she brag about it? What does she gain by lifting me directly she is the Enemy with a great E? Until I find out, I prefer to remain neutral. Otherwise, I offer the lady a cigarette, which she politely declines.

“I don’t smoke, Mr. Valentine. But it’s very generous of you.”

“Do you mind if I smoke one?”

“Not at all. I sneak into your house unannounced, the least you can do is make yourself comfortable.”

Charming, yes. But I know another very charming one. As charming as a snake. Instead, she taught me to be wary of young ladies who show up unexpectedly in my life. Especially if it’s unexpectedly. I’m about to continue my interrogation very gently when the door opens on my other sparrow. She always seems casted by a simple thought.

So, she opens the door wide, her head bent as if she were caught in her thoughts.

“Nick, I was thinking about this and…

Her gaze has just landed on my improvised guest, and she has literally frozen on the spot, her lips slightly ajar by her last syllable. To have them both now in the visual, there is no longer any comparison possible. Yes, they both have tall cheekbones, intelligent eyes, and still quite long and pale hair, but the similarities end there.

Aiden reminds us of a graceful teacher, Nora did not steal her title of General. Precisely, her gaze becomes hard as steel crossing that soft as a new sheep.

“I disturb you…”

“Actually, maybe you can help me. Nora, this is Aiden. Aiden, this is my partner, Nora.”

“Lovely to meet you.”

The synth rises and holds out an aerial hand to my friend who grabs it with an obvious grimace of disdain. I think the woman doesn’t appreciate bumping into a lady who’s obviously too late coming into my home. In fact, I don’t think so, I’m sure. The handshake lasts just long enough to say so and Nora retracts hers as if she had just burned herself. The other one rubs her fingertips like she just touched something dirty, and I don’t think that’s helping her at all.

“Aiden here seems to have come to me for a problem, but she hasn’t had time to address it yet.”

I invite the two girls to take a seat each. I am amazed they have the same way of sitting. Different or similar? Was Nora like Aiden in her old life? Gently and gracefully? I shake my head smiling for myself. No, I don’t think Nora has ever been gentle, even if her grace is unmistakable. Something a little crude but haughty, while Aiden seems refined to excess. But I still feel they are made of the same basic material.

Or maybe I’m comparing them because this type of woman doesn’t exist anymore. They seem to resemble each other simply because they do not resemble anything that has been vomited up by the desolate lands in the last two hundred years. Surely.

Once the two women are settled, I finally light my cigarette.

“Let’s start by the beginning. Why did you come to me?”

“Because I must trace an organization which can help me make a new life. I thought the most famous detective in the Commonwealth would be the best person to assist me.”

“The only one” Nora says in a cough.

I give her a corner glance and then smile at my guest after spitting out my smoke to the side so as not to send it in her direction.

“What kind of organization?”

“They call themselves the RailRoad.”

And no need to be a detective to understand the tension that immediately grips Nora. Besides, the newcomer seems to perceive it too.

“It’s a fortunate coincidence that Whisper herself appears at the time I request assistance.”

When we talk about a bad tactic. In any case, in terms of dropping the masks, this woman is a real pro. Like the trigger girl who immediately pulls Deliverer and points him in the direction of Aiden, jumping on her feet.

“Nick! She’s from the Institute!”

“A Courser. I know. She told me. Put your weapon back on the scabbard.”

Nora stares at me, seemingly thinking I’ve completely lost my mind. Instead of obeying me, she walks in my direction in a protective gesture without letting go of her target. It would be almost touching.

“Silver, lie down!”

She grumbles, but she’s finally obedient. Rather than return to her seat, however, she sits on the corner of my desk with her eyes firmly fixed on the other woman.

“I know in the standard procedure, a caretaker could have helped me, but I admit my situation is a little different from one of an ordinary synthetics. Trying to test the ground would make me see and know and would certainly attract on some potential allies the wrath of the Institute.”

«She whistles well, the nightingale» grunts Nora.

“Indeed, but the birds of the Commonwealth sky serve as a drawing of where I could be, if I dare to show myself.”

“That’s why I kill them on sight” continues my friend.

“Then, what do you want from me?” I asked.

She leans in my direction, and I can see her dress has a very deep neckline in this position. I force myself to keep my eyes firmly in hers.

“I knew your best friend was an important member of the RailRoad organization. I was hoping you could help me acquire their good graces. I don’t know if I can really be saved, but who wouldn’t try to have a better life?”

Nora sneers while crossing her arms, visibly irritated.

“You know a lot of things.”

“Since you eliminated Z2-47, your actions have been observed by the Institute. It was not lost on them you were in contact with synthetic dissidents despite your precautions. I saw an opportunity.”

“An opportunity?”

“An opportunity to exchange in very intelligence. I warn you; you help me escape.”

Nora puts her hand on my shoulder, and I feel the truth in this gesture. She is afraid. The only time she seeks contact with me is to reassure me or to reassure herself. If she as well ostentatiously puts her hand on my shoulder in front of someone else, it’s because she feels really bad right now. Her fingers sinking into the fold of my coat is a question.

“What do you think?”

I lean down to find my ashtray and turn to crush my cigarette, a gesture to exchange a look with my friend. I make a slight motion of the chin.

“You don’t seem to feel it.”

She give me a slight grin. I turn my attention to the Courser.

“You tell us the Institute has been keeping an eye on Nora since she shot a Courser and in exchange, you want us to reveal information about an ultra-secret organization. I don’t think the scales are up to snuff on this one. It’s obvious the Institute must have an eye on Nora since she shot a Courser!”

The young woman in front of me nods with understanding.

“I have a list of synthetic infiltrators. For every step you take me to my freedom, I will reveal a name.”

Nora cough in disbelieve.

“Sorry. I don’t think that’s helpful.”

“It is not useful to know which of your settlers sells you as soon as he sees Deacon at Sanctuary? No need to prevent cluster attacks against your settlements every time you try to approach the Institute?”

“Now I think we have a currency” I raise.

And my Silver grinding her teeth. She gets up and heads for the door.

“I will contact the RailRoad. We will discuss your case and what we can do for you. Prepare your list and it’s better to be proven.”

“Don’t doubt my goodwill.”

Nora turns to her one last time, hand on the handle.

“I don’t need to doubt or believe. If you dare do anything that would compromise the safety of someone I care about, I will hunt you down, I will find you, and I will have you beg death to come and take you.”

She comes out on this last note oh how joyful. She has character, the beauty. I smile when the door closes, then I turn to the other lady.

“In the meantime, you pointed out walking in the open air would not do you much good. I imagine your little magic trick to appear where you want is rather limited, otherwise you would have appeared directly in the organization, right?”

“Indeed. I could only teleport from the Institute to a registered destination. Don’t worry, I’ve deleted my coordinates, and no one can know I’m here.”

“My agency is registered?”

“You are a well-known synthetic, even if I didn’t know what kind.”

I scowl, rubbing my chin while thinking.

“I’m not sure that’s good news. But in the meantime, I get to know Gen IIIs are rather similar to humans in need. Are you hungry?”

The lady stretches a little, hiding a yawn behind her delicate fingers.

“I’ll admit I’ve just spent the last few days planning my escape without really sleeping. I’d be pretty tired.”

“Hmm. I’m not sure Nora would agree to put you up at the Home Plate, she doesn’t seem to trust you.”

I stand up and hold out my hand, inviting her to follow me. Instead, she keeps her hand in mine and keeps me from walking away, looking me in the eye.

“I admit I understand her.”

I look down on her hand as she steps towards me, smiling slightly.

“Hm. I don’t know if the Dougout is a great place to hide” I’m trying to think about.

“The streets of Diamond City are under the control of a double agent of the Institute.”

“Then, there’s no way to evacuate you to Goodneighbor either. There’s only one possibility.”

Once again, I look up to meet her sky colors eyes very closely. We could fly in them.

“Even if I see you coming, I certainly wouldn’t want to put that burden on you.”

“Yet you asked.”

Her other hand lands on my shoulder, and she move one step closer. I now feel her breath on my face as she lifts hers, being of a rather modest size next to mine.

“Do I have to?”

“I would never force you to do anything, it would be an unworthy way to treat a lady like you.”

She crosses her fingers with mine, bringing her hand slightly closer to my neck. Even if I love flirting for the game, I find this one looks a bit too dangerous.

“How do you treat ladies like me?” she whispers in my ear as she rises on the tip of her feet.

With my metal hand, I grabbed her chin to bring her back in front of me.

“Miss, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I think you’re wasting your time. This old synth is not a wood that can be ignited.”

“Did your friend convince you?”

“Rather my experience.”

“What a shame you were led to believe such a lie.”

This time, I can feel her body brushing my coat as she gets closer to what one could say no more distance at all, her voice remaining a breath of tenderness that could almost make me believe it.

“I told you; life taught me that. It’s not a lie.”

“Let me prove you the opposite.”

She closes her eyes by closing the space that separated her lips from mine, but I confess I’m a little too seized to answer immediately. When her fingers on my shoulder flies to rest like a veil on my neck, I can no longer resist and taste this fruit I have forbidden myself for so long. The fruit is eaten with delight and immediately becomes a madness of the senses, its sugar flowing on my lips and its heat pouring into my body as if it were still flesh and blood. My metal hand immediately grabs the small of her back and I fill the little space that could still exist by attracting her to me, completely submerged.

“Damn…”

I think it’s my last words that evening. Indeed, I was able to lay the beauty in my bed, but I confess she slept very little there. Rather, the Institute’s professional taught me everything she knew about how I was conceived, and we created what I would call the triumph of my conception. It would be without saying for the space of a single night, I felt more alive than in all the decades since I have travelled the desolate lands.

Finally, to answer Hancock’s question, definitely, I have a lot of erogenous zones. To answer Nora’s question, I know how to use my mouth for something other than spite her. To answer my existential question, I now possess entirely something that belongs to me, and to me alone.

#nick valentine #nora fallout 4 #meet aiden #fallout 4 #happy valentine's day #silver's story

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starstruckpurpledragon · 4 years

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So... I really don’t like loud beepy noises. My dog dislikes them more than I do, understandably so.

So for the last few weeks there’s been a loud beep. Just one beep, no follow up, I’m left confuzzled and end up going back to what I was doing. There was one this morning. My dog and I exchanged looks, went to investigate, were left clueless, and I went back to work while Estelle went back to trying to convince me petting her was more important than work.

This afternoon, though, the beep came back. So I went through the usual suspects. Pulled out the batteries on my Co2 alarm, checked the water stop (I just changed this thing’s batteries so I’d have been very upset if it were the culprit), and popped open the battery covers (thus disconnecting the batteries) for all the fire alarms with my cane. (The most use the cane has had in about a year.)

BEEP.

So I go to inspect it. That thing in the main hallway that I think was the alarm for the old alarm system that I had on the house. The alarm that, as far as I was aware, never actually worked because I only ever heard noise come from the second alarm (also connected to the same alarm system) in the laundry area. I honestly didn’t think the thing in the hallway had power.

I was wrong.

It beeped at me mockingly. So I got the step ladder, pulled it off the wall, and dropped it on the floor where it broke into three pieces: main body, front cover, and the little light that would flash with every single BEEP.

It beeped at me from the floor, so I picked up the pieces, pulled out the battery, and thought that was that.

It wasn’t.

No battery in it, but it still BEEPED.

At this point my dog was shaking with displeasure and demanded to go outside. So I let her out.

BEEP

I started to rip out the innards of the alarm.

BeEp

It’s possessed. How is it still making noise with no batteries??? Did it really build up that good of a charge in whatever capacitors it had?

But I ripped out the part that makes noise so no. more. beeping.

#now I have to put the batteries back into everything else I checked #at least with the fire alarms I can just... poke them back into place with the cane again #honestly I still think it's trying to beep at me its just unable to do so now #I won muahahaha

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saorikuhara39 · 3 years

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Jul 2021 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor SPECIAL FEATURE Q&A - Desire

Jul 2021 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor (On sale during May 2021) Ask, And It Shall Be Given You: Is Desire, a Sin? SPECIAL FEATURE Q&A

INTRODUCTION

What the devil recites, lures out the forbidden 'desire' hidden within themselves.

The desires hidden in our hearts - from the trivial things in our daily lives to the sinful things we crave in our struggles - are something that all people have. In this month's special feature, we focus on the 'desires' of the boys.

SPECIAL INTERVIEW WITH DEMONS

The question posed to the demon brothers who rule the famous Seven Deadly Sins: "Is Desire a Sin?" We asked them to delve into their 'desire' from their unique perspective as demons.

①Please answer the following question with regards to the theme: "Is Desire a Sin?" [欲は、罪か？]

(欲 means desire, greed. The translation will use both words depending on context.) MAMMON: Huh? What nonsense are ya talkin' about? What's the point of living if ya don't have greed?

BELPHEGOR: Well, that's not a question you would ask a demon.

BEELZEBUB: Appetite is most important.

BELPHEGOR: Okay, we know that already... whoa, you're dropping cookie crumbs.

BEELZEBUB: Sorry, Belphie. *munch* *munch*

LUCIFER: Demons, angels, and humans should all have some desire. It's a sin to be greedy like Mammon, though.

MAMMON: What are ya talkin'? When did I ever give in to my greed?

LUCIFER: You mean to say, that stack of bills on my desk is just an illusion?

MAMMON: Huh? What do ya mean? I ain't got a clue.

LUCIFER: I'll leave you with a choice, just for you - Be hung or be buried?

MAMMON: EEEK!

BELPHEGOR: It indeed is a sin to be greedy like Mammon.

BEELZEBUB: In other words, appetite is important. *munch* *munch*

②Some people in the human world believe that giving up their desire will make them happier, but what do you demons think about that?

LUCIFER: It depends on what kind of desire it is. If it is out of control beyond reason, it may be happier to let it go.

BELPHEGOR: You know that, Mammon.

MAMMON: I've got it under control. It's Beel who's not in control. He's always eating whatever he wants.

BEELZEBUB: It’s natural to eat when you are hungry.

MAMMON: What's more, desire is what life is all about, isn't it? It's really weird for them to be saying things like "If you let go of desire, you'll be happier..."!

LUCIFER: No matter the species, desire has no limits. But humans don't seem to be as faithful to their desires as demons. And hence we suffer.

BEELZEBUB: Does that mean I have to hold back when food is right in front of me? That's a very hard thing to do.

BELPHEGOR: If it makes you happier to eat, you don't have to hold back. It's okay to have those desires that lead to happiness.

LUCIFER: Desire can be a way of life. As Belphie says, I'd rather have that kind of desire.

MAMMON: That's what I mean! Let there be desire! Even for fellow humans!

LUCIFER: Did you listen to a word I said?

③Can you tell us about an occasion when you felt that the desire within the brothers was well demonstrated?

MAMMON: Lucifer is always the prideful one! He cancelled my dear Goldie, hid her and froze her...

BEELZEBUB: And so is Mammon, always as greedy as he can be. Yesterday, he was caught by a lower level demon.

MAMMON: Oh, that, anyway, there's Levi when he lost a game! He kept mumbling something about how it's unfair, and then he won't let us go back to our rooms until he won!

BEELZEBUB: Right. Then Asmo is... taking selfies everything time. Always says this, "Everyone is waiting for my exclusive shots ♡".

MAMMON: And then there's Satan. You know, when Beel emptied the fridge in the middle of the night. That was the one time where all the preparations for breakfast went out the window. He destroyed the whole kitchen in the heat of the moment... We ended up missing breakfast, and everything's a mess.

BEELZEBUB: That happens, too.

MAMMON: It ain't the norm!

LUCIFER: Belphie is demonstrating it now.

MAMMON: Hm?

BEELZEBUB: Oh?

BELPHEGOR: Zzz...

LUCIFER: We're in the middle of an interview and yet... He's indeed the Avatar of Sloth.

④Do you have a brother, a demon, or an angel that you feel is stronger in desire than you are?

BELPHEGOR: Fwaah... Mm... Wouldn't that be Solomon? I'm sure he's got his eye on making a pact with Lucifer.

MAMMON: That's about right. What do you think, dear Brother?

LUCIFER: It's annoying when he flicks the contract around whenever we meet.

BEELZEBUB: There was a time when he tried to sneak a contract into the Executive Office's documents and inadvertently made him sign it.

LUCIFER: What a fool.

MAMMON: Speaking of desire, do ya think that Luke's inquisitiveness about baking sweets is similar?

BELPHEGOR: Certainly. Even though he doesn't seem to like it, he's asking Satan to teach him the recommended recipe books in the Devildom, and he's asking Barbatos to share some novel ingredients with him.

BEELZEBUB: Luke's sweets are especially delicious. Those are the fruits of his hard work.

MAMMON: Yikes, desire is within these bunch of guys after all!

⑤Please give a message to the fans in the human world who are unable to let go of their desire.

BEELZEBUB: As Belphie mentioned, I think it's okay to have some desire that leads to happiness. Don't think too much about it, and just get along with your desires.

BELPHEGOR: That's right. I should continue my nap from now on because I want to. Fwahh...

MAMMON: Hey, there's still a bit more to go, keep yourself awake.

BELPHEGOR: Mmm...

MAMMON: As they say, desire is exactly the nature of beings. From now on there's no such thing as "If you let go of desire, you'll be happier"! The Great Mammon ain't acknowledging such things! How 'bout ya support me more and more with your moolah? Muahahaha!

LUCIFER: Desire can be both a poison and a medicine. It's just a matter of degree. Don't get swept away by your own desire like some idiot over there.

#obey me #obey me jp #おべいみー #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #B's LOG #B'sLOG #bslog #translation #translations #saori k translations

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reverse-the-jellybaby · 3 years

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sporadic observations while re-watching torchwood with one of my friends

(for context, it’s our new Friday tradition to watch Torchwood on stream together. i’ve roped her in to watch it with me, muahahaha. right now we’re doing it through discord but once we’re roommates we’ll watch it irl)

her thoughts so far are:

- rhys is boring and she doesn’t know why gwen hasn’t dumped him yet (I actually had to come to his defence on that one, told her he gets better).

- she already gets the gwen/owen thing just through their fight in day one, because as soon as gwen pinned him against the wall after she snogs carys and he acts like a prat about it, i heard her go “oOOOOoOO!” and I said “DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW?!?!?!?” i can’t WAIT to show her cyberwoman...

- she noticed that the show is at least 25% Bisexual Power Stances and she’s right.

- she thinks tosh is hot. taste.

my observations on re-watch:

- EEsTrOgEn

- gwen looks hot in her police uniform with the tie and high waisted pants so help me god

- I forgot how early “say you forgive me” came up between gwen and rhys. love that foreshadowing for later.

- owen already joking (quote unquote) about shagging gwen even in day one. my theory is he was won over on her by gwen’s suggestion of how to identify carys through the CCTV footage. loved his response to gwen asking what he does to relax, and him saying “torturing people in happy relationships”. code for “i already wanna bang you”.

- it’s so clear to me that gwen understands owen’s snarky language even from the start, and i think he notices that.

- owen was reading a BOOK when gwen enters the hub for the first time. like who is this man, an INTELLECTUAL????

- loved tosh coming to gwen’s defence on her first day when she fucked up, nyawwwwww

- they REALLY pushed the jack/gwen ship early in the series, didn’t they?? boy howdy...

#dw rambles #but they're actually for torchwood #torchwood #jess drags more friends down to her level

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ike-sol · 4 years

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Get Those Gifts! Obey Me Surprise Guest Guide

A million thanks to my amazing friend for making a spreadsheet for this game and finding out most of these combos!! Best use of spreadsheets, amirite? After a lot of trial and error we came up with at least 2 full heart combos for every boy. Please enjoy!

You can get 6 gifts a day (raven, grimm, AP) by getting a 3x heart combo during a surprise guest interaction after battle. (Reset at normal reset hours).

You can either tap or stroke any of the body parts. We found 5 of them: hair, face, chest, right arm, left arm + giving them high fives. There might be more, but so far we found those to be enough. When aiming for the face, I personally found aiming for the mouth works best (give your man a kiss!)

NOTE: We refer to left and right as HIS left and right! Meaning it’s the opposite of your L/R. (Think: reaching across for a handshake)

The touching order will be different depending on what the boys say at the beginning of the interaction. What they say depends upon how many stars you got during the battle / whether this is a main menu interaction. We only really figured out what to do with boys when we encounter them after 3 star battles. We're working on main menu encounters and 1-2 star battles, but that will take a lot more time. To use this, note what's the FIRST phrase he says when appearing, and look what to do after!

Lucifer "A high five?" (3) High five, stroke hair, stroke hair "I feel wonderful" (3) Tap face, stroke right arm, stroke hair "It is not the result I was hoping for..." (1-2?) Stroke face, stroke hair, stroke hair

Mammon "Did ya see that?!" (3) High five, stroke hair, stroke hair "Muahahaha!" (3) Stroke hair, stroke hair, tap chest

Leviathan "Don’t tell me?! I’m about to get a totally legit... high five!” (3) High five, stroke hair, stroke hair "Don't forget to thank me." (3) Tap hair, stroke hair, stroke hair

Satan "That was a nice victory" (3) High five, tap right arm, tap right arm "Of course we won. After all, I was there" (3) Stroke face, tap hair, tap hand on his chest

Asmodeus "You and me together" (3) High five, stroke hair, stroke hair "Aren't you amazed by this beauty?" (3) Stroke right arm, stroke chest, tap face "Do you think we are a good match?" (2) Tap hair, stroke hair, tap face

Beelzebub "I will give this victory to you" (3) High five, tap left arm, stroke chest "Ah, now I can rest and eat some food!" (3) Tap right arm, tap hair, tap chest "You can't sleep?" (main menu) Stroke hair, stroke hair, tap left arm "Are you eating well?" (main menu) Tap hair, stroke hair, stroke hair

Belphegor "We might be compatible" (3) High five, stroke hair, stroke hair "Did you really think I'd lose?" (3) Stroke hair, tap right arm, tap right arm

Some more notes we found interesting! 1) Sometimes there are several "correct" options that give hearts, while other times (I'm looking at you Satan) there seems to be only one correct option. There may be more correct combinations, but these are the ones we found so far to work for us! 2) If you got hearts on your first action but the sweat droplet on the second, repeat the first one and you will get hearts again. 3) So far we have only gotten gifts after 3-star battles. Even after getting 3x hearts in the main menu interaction, we have not yet received any gifts. But getting more hearts is still nice for increasing your intimacy~

If you find any mistakes/any more combos, especially for the main menu and 1-2 star battles, let us know!

#obey me #obey me!#obey me surprise guest #obey me cheat sheet #shall we date #shall we date obey me #swd obey me #thank you so much to imbir she's the brains behind this whole thing #she's amazing and i love her very much

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skyy-vibin · 2 years

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Do you know what I said? The day I stole from Scrooge Mcduck, and the day I made the bet (which I won by the way). I said, “Things are going to change!” I looked at every citizen in duckburg in the eyes and said, “Listen to me! This place will be different tomorrow!”

Let’s start making it happen

My first degree as The Richest Duck in the World(!), the most Scottish Duck in duckburg is to Kill Scrooge Mcduck and his family! MUAHAHAHA

#Sora speaks #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #ducktales #duck tales #I am so sorry but this won’t leave my brain #I just kept thinking about how when glomgold won the bet #and the fact that they combined their money (or in this case votes I guess)#anyways Louie is the quackity in this situation #does glomgold still lose all of it in the end? don’t know

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theinvisibledoodlewizard · 3 years

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*Ambushed you from behind* Take this you muffin head!!!

*Shot you with loves and affections*

And don't forget this!

*Throw supports grenade at you*

MUAHAHAHA

Die for my fallen comrades you sicko!!!

*Ran away*

AAAAAAAA!

I’ve been ambushed! *goes down*

You’ve won…. But… at what cost?

You’re doing exactly the same as me. We aren’t so different you and I.

I guess I did find my successor. Ha.

*takes a cozy nap*

#I actually really needed this right now. thanks.#asks

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karahalloway · 3 years

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LOTR: The Abridged Script - The Return of the King

Series: The Lord of the Rings

Rights belong to the Tolkien Estate, I just borrowed the characters.

Synopsis: You have probably heard of The Lord of the Rings. But who has time to read over 3,000 pages complex material or watch over 9 hours of film (not to mention the +12 hours of behind-the-scenes content)? But luckily for you, there exists an abridged script, which will fill you in on all you need to know about this pop-culture defining epic, which you can read in all of 31 mins!

Masterlist: The Lord of the Rings: The Abridged Script

Word count: 2,300

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, hero angst, bodily harm, main character death, fear, homoerotic undertones and snark)

Also available on Wattpad.

Booke 3 - The Return of the King

(At the soggy ruins of Isengard...)

Saruman (standing at the top of his fearsome black tower, about a mile in the air, but still somehow managing to be heard down below): You may have won the battle, but you have lost the war, Gandalf! You will never best me!

Gandalf (dressed in neon green Bermudas): Oh, great! Trust the narrator to yank you away from your well-deserved mojito just when you were about to take a well-deserved sip... And to continuously recycle well-worn clichés... (To Saruman) All right, you old git. Come down here and tell us Sauron's plans and we will consider not killing you.

Saruman: Never! I will die before you can take me alive! (Hurls Palantir at Gandalf, but misses horribly, managing to hit Pippin instead, who careens into the water.)

Pippin (resurfacing and rubbing his head): Oww... Hey look! A shiny ball of doom! It's awfully preeetty...

Gandalf: Give me that! (Snatches Palantir away.) All right everyone. We got what we came for. Let's leave this fetid place. The humidity here is not conducive to the frizz-free nature of my long, silvery locks.

Théoden: Halt! Art thou saying we art not to deal out most severe punishment onto yon evil Wizard for his heinous crimes?

Gandalf (already turning his horse away): It's being taken care of...

Gríma (stabbing Saruman repeatedly): That's for not paying my wages! That's for treating me like a worthless whelp! And that's for not letting me use your organic Argan oil conditioner! (The Companions watch with a mixture of horror and bedazzlement as Saruman falls a mile and skewers himself on grisly spikes.)

Gandalf (happy for once): Don't you just love plot devices?

(Meanwhile... On the gravity-defying steps of Cirith Ungol...)

Frodo (appearing and disappearing): Ring goes on...Rings goes off...Rings goes on...Ring goes off... Oh, Sam! This is sooo great!

Sam: Erm, Mr Frodo... Didn't Gandalf warn you never to put the Ring on lest the forces of evil be drawn to you?

Frodo (invisible): Pfft! No, he didn't. This is an abridged script. We don't have time for all those useless details. And quit lecturing me! You're making me look bad in front of Sméagol...

Sméagol (sliding up beside Frodo): Yeah, fat Hobbit! Master deserves better friendses than you! You shoulds leave. We has no uses for you!

Frodo (thoughtfully): Yes... Now that I think about, Sméagol is right. Thus far you have served no real purpose in this story. You should leave...

Sam (tears welling up in his eyes): B-but, Mister Frodo... Y-you can't mean that...

Frodo (eyes glowing maliciously): Oh, but I think I do... Be gone, you worthless tool!

Sam (falling on his face in despair and pounding the ground with his fists): NOOOOOOOOO!!! Mister Frodo! I cannot LIVE without you! You are the bright star that shines on the murky horizon of my dreams, guiding me to a better life! You cannot deny that we have something special and that it would be a colossal error to give it up and...

Frodo: Silence, mortal! I have no more use for your pathetic grovelling and homoerotic boot-licking. Sméagol here is my new BFF, and you can do nothing about it! Muahahaha! (Turns away with a dramatic cloak-swirl to the sound of Sam's echoing wail crescendoing off the sombre rock faces.)

(Meanwhile... Back in Edoras once more...)

Pippin: Argh! No! The horror! Make it stop! Make it stop!

Gandalf: You witless Took! (Back-hands Pippin across the face, making him drop the Palantir.) I told you not to touch that!

Pippin: B-but it was ever so shiny... And it showed me...images...

Gandalf (suddenly interested): Yes? What did you see?

Pippin: Well, I think I managed to catch Sauron getting ready for his bath. And let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight... (Shudders)

Gandalf: You worthless, peeping midget! Did you see anything useful?

Pippin: Erm... Define 'useful'...

Gandalf: Oh, never mind! (Grabs Pippin by the ear and begins dragging him out of the room.)

Pippin: Oww! Wait! Where are we going?

Gandalf: We are nearing the battle-heady climax of an epic fantasy story. Where do you think?

Pippin: To see the dragons?

Gandalf: No, you idiot. That was The Hobbit. We're going to the only conceivably important place left on the map that we haven't yet stumbled across even after almost a thousand pages of farcical adventuring. Though why I am taking you, of all people, I have no idea... (Pippin stares at him uncomprehendingly. Gandalf continues testily.) The place where the fate of the land will be decided in the biggest, most comically oversized battle the world has ever seen, at the last bastion of freedom and hope, where the forces of righteous good take on the minions of bottomless evil, which can only be where?

Pippin: Umm... I flunked Geography... And I slept through Tolkien in English...

Gandalf: Why does that not surprise me...?

Aragorn: What do we do?

Gandalf: Why does everyone always expect me to hit them with wisdom? You are all a grown men! Figure it out! (Slams door angrily.)

(Confused silence on behalf of all the men. Then...)

Together: LET'S GET SHIT-FACED!!!

(Meanwhile, in the chilly and mirthless throne room of Gondor...)

Denethor: So let me get this straight... You're telling me that you abandoned Osgiliath to an orcish scouting party who managed to overrun the city using an outdated, WWII-inspired amphibious landing technique?

Faramir: They also had Nazgûl... That was not part of our training...

Denethor: Spare me your feeble excuses, boy! Your brother could have held that city single-handedly, and you can't even hold it with an entire company of seasoned rangers and paladins?

Faramir (tears springing into his baby-blue eyes): It appears I have failed you yet again, Father... I am sorry I cannot live up to your unrealistic expectations...

Denethor: Damn right you are! Now get me back that city! (Faramir stares at him in horror) What? You think taking back a city held by ruthless, bloodthirsty orcs is hard? Try passing a kidney stone! That's hard!

Faramir: But...

Denethor: Quit questioning me! In fact, you should be thanking me! This way your name might stand a chance at making its way into the annals of history, perhaps has a footnote to one of the many heroic accomplishments of your sadly-deceased brother. (Heaves a mighty sob) Now go. Leave me to my manly grief...

Faramir (to himself): Where is Social Services when you need them...?

(Meanwhile, at the top of the gravity-defying steps of Cirith Ungol...)

Frodo: Oh, the weight! I can't take it anymore... Oh, help me dear Sam! Sam?

Sméagol: Fat Hobbit ain't here, Master. Yous sent him home, remember?

Frodo: I did? I can't recall... Everything is such a blur and the weight...Oh, the weight! It's unbearable...!

Gollum: Don'ts worry, Master... Its will all be over, very soons! In facts, it will all be over rights nows! (Shoves Frodo in a cobweb infested lair of putrid stench, cackling uncontrollably.)

Frodo: ARGH! It's sticky! Sméagol, what is this place? Sméagol? This is not funny! I have very acute arachnophobia!

Gollum: You'll sees! Mwehehehe!

Frodo: Smé– ARGH! (Frodo comes face-to-face with an oversized spider, no doubt the mutated result of escaped radiation from Mordor's attempts to build a WMD in secret using incompetent Orcish engineers. In a horribly anti-climatic moment, the bulbous bug pricks our hero, hopelessly paralysing him, and proceeds to encase him in...)

Sam: Oh, no you don't, you pesky bug! (Sam blasts the offending offal with Raid® Super StrengthTM insect repellent, which shrinks back to its normal size and skitters away dejectedly. Our hero's saviour rushes forward excitedly.) Oh, look, Mister Frodo, see how convenient plot devices are! It seems I have appeared in the nick o' time to save you from fermenting alive in web-juice. Not that I intended to ever leave you again, you see, being your literary foil and all, but...

Frodo: Will you just shut up already? I have the worst migraine ever and your incessant babbling is not helping!

Sam (to himself): And here I was, hoping for some gratitude... Some people are just impossible to please!

Sméagol: Yeah, tell us about it...

Gollum: Hey!

(Meanwhile, in the besieged city of Gondor...)

Gandalf (standing on top of the battlements and shouting enthusiastically as arrows and rubble careen through the air): Yar! Onwards mateys! Use 'em cannons t' blast 'em t' smithereens!

Pippin: Um, Gandalf? This is LOTR... Not POTC...

Gandalf: Bah, the Millennial obsession with reducing everything to bloody acronyms always makes me confused! Plus, Orlando Bloom's presence is not helping... (Stares accusatorily at Legolas as he proceeds to single-handedly take out an overgrown elephant with all its riders, while managing to defy the laws of gravity.) Wait... Where is the Heir and the Dwarf? And most importantly, where is that king of the Anglo-Saxon Cossacks with our reinforcements?

Pippin (shuffles his feet guiltily): Erm....

Gandalf: Spit it out.

Pippin: Well, after we left, the boys threw a massive party and got ridiculously drunk. I guess they're sleeping it off. Didn't you see the pictures on Instagram?

Gandalf (to himself): Now I understand why every fantasy cadre needs a Wise Old Wizard to watch over the heroes...

Pippin: Can't you just cast a powerful wizardly spell and turn all the orcs into toads or something?

Gandalf: NO! Absolutely not!

Pippin: Why not?

Gandalf: Because... that would be too easy. There are very strict rules about this type of thing and...

Pippin: Oh, I see... You can't do it...

Gandalf: What? That is a preposterous implication, I...

Pippin: Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say... That whole thing about being 'the most powerful Wizard the world has ever seen'? That's just an act, and I can see right through it... I mean, when was the last time you so much as pulled a bunny out of your hat? Face it, Gandalf... You're too old.

Gandalf: Bah! Too old! I'll show you too old! (Blast the million-orc army off the face of the earth with a snap of his fingers.) Ha! Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!

Pippin: Awesome! Now, if you could just do the same to the whole of Mordor, we'd be home free!

Gandalf: Not a chance.

Pippin: Why...?

Gandalf: That useless Heir needs to start pulling his weight...

(Later, at the Black Gate of Mordor...)

Gandalf (shouting gleefully): Sauron! Come out, come out, wherever you are! Look, the Last King of Men is here to see you!

Aragorn (still very much hung-over): Eugh... Tell me again, why are we doing this...?

Gandalf (hissing impatiently): Because, we have to distract the All-Seeing Eye so that Frodo can destroy the Ring, assuming the highly improbable scenario he is in a fit state to do so. And who better for that than you? After all, it was your ancestor who took the Ring from Sauron, and I hear the Dark Lord bears grudges for a very long time...

Gimli: So...we're bait?

Legolas: 'Tis correct, Master Dwarf. I art overjoyed thou hast learnt to state the obvious.

Aragorn: I dunno... I'm not sure I...

Gandalf: Silence, fool! My plan is perfect! (Gates bursts open.) See? It's working already.

Théoden (as a massive army pours out the Gates): Did thy plan account for an unruly host of fearsome, mutant creatures?

Gandalf: Minor, insignificant detail...

(Meanwhile, in the belly of Mount Doom...)

Sam: Mr Frodo! This is it! Cast the Ring into the fire so we may be rid of its evil once and for all!

Frodo: No.

Sam: Wait. What?

Frodo: That's right, Sam. I have decided to keep the Ring. It's too precious to be destroyed...

Sam: But...

Frodo: ...and with its power, I vill Rule Ze World! (Slips Ring on and becomes invisible to the crescendo of Wagner's Flight of the Valkyries.)

Gollum (zooming through the air out of nowhere): NO! Never! The Precious is ours! (Lands bodily on Frodo despite the fact that he is invisible and the two begin the Ultimate Battle for the Ring to Decide the Fate of Middle Earth.)

Sam (from the side-lines): That's right Mr Frodo! Stick him in the gullet! Show him who's the boss! Watch out! He's about to... Oh! That must've hurt!

Gollum (cackling gleefully): It's ours! The Precious is ours! This is the best days of our lives!

Frodo: No! This...is...SPARTA! (Kicks Gollum into the lava below, causing the Ring to be destroyed and the whole of Mordor to implode on itself.)

(Meanwhile, back at the Black Gate...)

Aragorn: Holy...! Did you guys all see that? Or am I more hung over than I think I am?

Legolas: Nay, my dubiously inebriated friend, thy eyes speak no lies. The unholy land of fetid evil doth in fact vanisheth off the face of this fair earth, no doubt prematurely expunging the lives of our vertically challenged companions. 'Tis truly a sorrowful day...

Sam: What are you talking about? We're right here. The Time-Warp saved us in the nick-o'-time!

Frodo: WHAT? We didn't die, despite all the odds? Now that is just cliché...

Gandalf: Tell me about it... And you have about three more faux-endings ahead of you before you can go and get treated for post-traumatic stress disorder...

Frodo: Being the hero sucks...

Legolas (forgetting his Shakespeare in a moment of rage): Hey, you think you have it bad? What about me? I get mobbed by fan girls wherever I go! I can't even buy a carton of milk without...

Gimli: Oh, shut yer hole. We all know ye secretly love it.

Legolas: Why you little...

Pippin: I say it's time to sit back and enjoy the show with a nice pipe of Old Toby's finest weed. What do you say Merry?

Merry: After a hard day's work saving the world, how can I say no?

Gandalf (meaningfully): And I think that just about sums it up...

THE ENDE

#lotr #parody #humour #fantasy #tolkien #lord of the rings #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #aragorn #legolas #gimli #theoden #gandalf #merry and pippin #faramir #gollum

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