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idreamofplaid · 5 years

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Nesting in Vancouver

Square Filled: A/B/O for @spnaubingo ; Nesting for @spnkinkbingo ; Heat for @spnabobingo

Characters: Alpha!Jared x Omega!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Begging; fingering

Summary: The Reader needs her Alpha, and he’s in Vancouver.

Word Count: 1406

Created for @spnaubingo @spnkinkbingo @spnabobingo

Jared opened the door to his trailer to find you moving pillows from his couch to the bed. As soon as he opened the door, you flew into his arms and buried your face in his neck where his scent was strongest. Immediately the smell of salted caramel, coffee, and oak calmed you.

After a few seconds of losing yourself in the way Jared smelled, you pushed away from him and asked, “How long has it been since you slept in that bed?”

Jared glanced in the direction of the bed. “About a month, I guess. If I need to catch a quick nap, I usually do it on the couch.”

You looked at the bed and back at him. “Take your clothes off. That bed needs your smell on it. I need your smell on it.”

Jared didn’t ask any questions. He understood if you had come all the way to Canada that meant your heat had come on early. You’d both agreed suppressants were out of the question now that you were together. So, your Alpha would do whatever you needed to take care of you.

He was already taking off his clothes while he was walking toward you. You had a moment of realization when his plaid shirt hit the floor that he was in the middle of filming. He had stripped off his t-shirt too by the time he reached you. The sight of Jared’s muscled chest and strong arms made it difficult for your brain to function, but you managed to find words.

“Jared, I...I wasn’t thinking. You’re in the middle of shooting. What about the scene you’re doing?”

He kicked off his shoes, and his hands reached for his belt buckle. “It can wait. Tell me exactly what you need.” He pulled his jeans and underwear down his long legs. Once he took off his socks, he was completely naked in front of you.

You felt your slick pooling in your panties, soaking them. Jared could smell it too. You could tell from the way his eyes narrowed, and how fast he closed the distance between you. He kissed down the column of your neck until his mouth came to rest right over the mark where he’d claimed you, and he sucked on it gently.

His lips were warm, and being in your Alpha’s arms was exactly what you needed. And you needed a nest. You tossed your head back enjoying the feel of his mouth on your skin. “Jared, where are your clothes?”

He stopped kissing you long enough to answer. “On the floor.”

You sighed when his mouth went back to your neck. “Your clothes, not Sam’s.”

Jared tilted his head toward the corner and kept kissing. “The closet over there.”

You turned your head to kiss him deep so your taste would linger on his lips before you turned to go to the closet. As soon as you opened the door, Jared’s comforting smell wrapped around you. You chose a couple of his shirts then grabbed his beanie and a pair of Saxx from the shelf.

Arms full, you walked back to the bed and started to arrange things, adding his clothes to the pillows you’d already put there. Jared smiled watching you rub his beanie over the pillow where you’d lay your head and then tuck it underneath. Once everything was just the way you wanted it, you took off your own clothes, sat down in the middle of the bed, and held out your hand for your Alpha to come to you.

His large hand wrapped around yours. Then he was beside you pressing his muscled body against yours. He nibbled on your ear lobe then gave it a light bite. “Your smell is stronger, Y/N. It’s changing.” That meant you were going into full heat, and Jared could smell the lavender and honey that signaled it and would send him into rut.

The ache was building inside you. You needed your Alpha to fill you, to give you his knot. Your grabbed for his shoulders, and his name left your mouth with a whimper. “Jared.”

He pushed you back onto the bed and took your mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside and claiming you with his kiss. His hand held the side of your head while he continued to kiss you and bring your need for him to such a high you were already begging by spreading your legs and clawing his back.

Jared swiped two of his long fingers through your folds stopping at your clit and with a delicious pressure started to make little circles. He brought you to the edge unbelievably fast but dropped his fingers down to your core before you could come and thrust two of them inside you. He kept thrusting them, increasing his speed. You opened your eyes. He was watching you, his eyes darkened with arousal. “Come for me, Omega.”

Your entire body shook as you obeyed your Alpha’s command. “Jared. Jared!” Wave after wave of your orgasm washed through you as it seemed to go on endlessly. You reached for him, and your arms held onto him weakly as you came down from your pleasure.

Jared brushed your damp hair back from your forehead. “That’s my good girl. My Omega.”

Your fingers pulled at the hair on the back of his neck wanting more of him. He wanted it too. You could feel his erection pressing into your thigh. “Please, Jared. Give me more. I want all of you.”

He responded by nudging your legs open with his knee and kissing along the edge of your face to your mouth. Just when his lips covered yours, there was a knock at the door. It was Jensen’s voice. “Jared! We need you back on the set.” Your Alpha turned his head toward the door and growled. It was loud enough for Jensen to hear because you heard him say, “Nevermind, I’ll handle it.”

Then Jared turned his full attention back to you. He kissed you once more with the intense passion that always came with your mating before lining himself up and sinking all the way inside you. Your hips moved in time with his. You understood the rhythm of each other’s bodies perfectly. You felt his knot begin to swell pushing against your walls, stretching them in a way that made clench hard around him. “Yes, Alpha. Yes!”

Jared’s knot inflated to its full size and locked in place. He came with a snarl, and you felt his seed begin to shoot into you in long spurts. His cock throbbed, and your body tightened around him as your second orgasm overtook you. After a few more seconds, your bodies stilled. Jared rolled you on your side so you were facing each other, your bodies still joined. He kissed your forehead softly, all protective and gentle now. “I love you, Y/N, my perfect Omega.”

That’s the last thing you remembered before you woke up some time later. Jared’s knot had deflated, and he had slipped from your body. He still held you and smiled when he saw you open your eyes. “There you are, Beautiful.” He kissed you ever so softly, first your lips and then your nose.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, still feeling sleepy, satisfied, and halfway in a dream. Jared caught your hand as it started to fall from his head and kissed your fingertips. “I’ve got to go be Sam for a little while, Honey. I’ll be back before you need me again.”

“MmmmHmmmm,” you sighed. Then your eyes opened a little wider. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

Jared brushed his fingertip over your cheek. “Thank you for wanting me to.” You watched him get dressed and begin the transformation back into Sam Winchester, but his face was still all Jared when he leaned down to kiss you again. “Rest. I’ll be back soon.”

You pulled his beanie from under your pillow where you’d put it and rubbed it against your cheek thinking of the next three days you’d spend here in Jared’s trailer until your heat was over. You’d make love over and over. You’d take his knot, and he would cuddle you after whispering sweet words into your ear. With your head full of happy thoughts, you settled into the nest you’d made and waited for your Alpha to return.

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saxxxology · 5 years

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Love Will Triumph

After a hunting incident leaves Y/N riddled with deep scars all over her body, it takes a Winchester to finally draw her out of the shell she's confined herself in.

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Native American!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2900

WARNINGS: scars (not self-harm), body insecurity, smut, oral sex, crying during sex (in a good way), rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fluffy stuff.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Written for @atc74’s Fierce Females in FanFiction Challenge. My line was: She has been through Hell, so believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into the fire and smiles. It was edited by @crispychrissy - please heed the warnings and enjoy!

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Sam’s alone at Jody’s. Dean’s taken her and the girls out for a night at the local fair, so Sam’s alone with a book and a beer in the guest room, just how he likes it. It’s late, almost nine, and he doesn’t expect anyone to be back for another couple hours.

He starts when he hears the front door unlock, open, and close. There’s no laughing between Dean and Jody. No bickering among the two teenagers who are constantly at each other’s throats. His gun rests on the nightstand, and he quietly slips out of bed, checking the safety on the firearm before moving out into the hallway. Jody’s house is warded down to the frame, so it can’t be anything remotely supernatural.

Maybe a burglar thinking the house is empty.

He sneaks down, his feet silent on the carpet. The lights are off, save for the nightlight plugged in by the front door. There’s a figure by the door, petite and slender. Sam realizes the person must live here when they shrug off a heavy jacket and hang it on the coat rack.

“Who’s there?”

It’s a girl.

“I said, who’s there?”

“What’re you doing here?” He asks gruffly, not lowering the gun, “what do you want?”

“I live here, dipshit,” she retorts, “this is Jody Mills’ house, right?”

He still doesn’t lower his weapon. “What’s your name?”

“Tell me yours first.”

“Sam Winchester,” he replies. “Now. Your name.”

He can hear hear booted feet hitting the carpeted floor. He hears her sniff, and then the thud of glass hitting the coffee table. Whiskey, it sounds like. “I know that name. Jody’s talked about you.”

“Name. Now.”

“It’s Y/N,” she replies, a little louder than he expects, “Jesus Christ, relax a bit, I just stay here occasionally.”

Sam turns the safety off on his gun.

“Were you gonna shoot me?”

“No.” Sam responds almost too quickly. “No, I, uh, I just heard the front door open. My brother, Jody, they’re all out, so… can’t be too careful.”

He reaches for the lamp, searching in the near darkness for the switch.

“Don’t turn that on,” the girl says sharply.

Sam furrows his brow, even though she can’t see him. “What?”

“Don’t turn it on,” she repeats, her voice stiff. “Just… go back to bed. Everything’s fine.”

He straightens up, rolling his shoulders back as he hears the couch springs squeak slightly. It’s strange, this woman who doesn’t want him to see her? But she’s got keys to the house, Jody knows her… maybe she’s just a runaway.

“Okay.” He backs off, the gun now handing uselessly in his hand. “Uh… goodnight, I guess.”

A sharp hum is the only response he gets. He retreats down the hallway, heading all the way back to the guest room. Just to be safe, he closes the door all the way; Dean still needs to get in, but he’ll hear the squeaky doorknob in case the suspicious girl in the living room tries anything.

In the morning, he’s woken up by Jody knocking on the half-open door. He can smell waffles and bacon almost immediately, and his stomach grumbles. Dean’s passed out on the pull-out couch, snoring loudly.

“Hey, breakfast is ready,” Jody whispers, “the girls are up, you should grab something before they demolish it all.”

Sam sits up, yawning hugely as Jody heads back down the hallway. He throws his legs over the side of the bed, stretching his arms over his head as he rises. Dean grumbles something in his sleep and rolls over, and Sam quietly pads out of the room, intent on not waking him.

He’s just passing the bathroom when the door swings open and a girl walks out. She stops when she sees him and closes her eyes, almost as if she’s expecting him to strike her or recoil in some way.

The reason for her reaction is evident. Three long, pale scars rake down the left side of her face, disfiguring her forehead, cheek, and the upper part of her neck. Her lower lip is pulled down slightly, but it doesn’t make her any less beautiful.

“Hey,” Sam tries to keep his voice level, but the sudden shock of seeing remnants of what must have been horrific injuries makes its way into the following words. “G-good morning.”

She huffs and walks past him, pulling the hood of her sweater over her head as she strides into the kitchen. He hears Jody greet her enthusiastically, and then the clank of a plate on the wooden table.

“...gonna eat outside,” he hears her saying. He enters to find her piling bacon, sausage, and pancakes onto her plate. Claire’s pointedly staring at her own plate while Alex leans against the counter, cradling a mug of coffee in her hands. “Too many people.”

She makes eye contact with Sam before turning away and heading out the back door. Sam inhales nervously and flexes his fingers by his sides, nodding at Alex when she raises her cup in a silent ‘good morning.’

“It’s just us,” Claire scoffs, “how are four people too many?”

“Hey,” Jody scolds, “Y/N’s different, Claire, you know that.”

The teenager rolls her eyes, but relents.

Sam silently fills his plate and pulls out a chair, careful to make sure he can see Y/N’s back as she sits down on the stairs to the deck. Claire, attentive as always, glances over her shoulder.

“Why are you staring at her?” she asks.

Sam shakes his head. “I’m not staring.”

“Now you’re blushing.” Claire’s lips curve into a mischievous smile. “Sam’s got a cru-ush…” she sings.

Jody chuckles when Sam’s cheeks turn a deeper scarlet. “Sam, she’s a sweet girl, she’s just a little rough around the edges.”

Breakfast continues until the girls are running late for school. Jody shoos them out the door before coming back into the kitchen to help Sam with dishes.

“Just a bit rough, huh?” Sam chuckles and looks over his shoulder at Y/N, who’s still outside and meticulously picking over her meal. “She was givin’ me the death stare in the hallway.”

Jody’s quick to respond. “It’s not you, Sam, she’s got a real bad history.”

“Monster?”

Jody shakes her head. “Got attacked by a Hellhound a few years ago, nearly died. Took six hunters to kill the damn thing. Those scars are all over her body, ‘s why she keeps herself all bundled up.”

Sam’s heart pangs. “How?”

“Don’t know. Thing was rogue, or something, nobody knows.” Jody dries her hands and leans against the counter. "She’s been through hell, Sam,” she murmurs, “believe me when I say fear her when she looks into the fire and smiles."

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TEN MONTHS LATER

“Sam, can we please take it slow?”

Y/N’s standing in Sam’s hotel room, dressed in only her leggings and a long-sleeved tee shirt. It’s as close to naked as she’s ever been with him, and she’s not completely sure she’s ready. Sam’s in front of her, stripped down to just a pair of black Saxx briefs.

“Baby, you know I’m not gonna be turned off,” Sam murmured, taking her hands, “I’ve seen most of them before.”

“I know, but not all of them at once.” Y/N shifted her weight anxiously. “Sam… you don’t have to pretend to not give a shit, I know I’m ugly.”

“Stop that.” Sam cups her face, feeling the soft lines of her scars under his palm. “Don’t say that. If I really thought that I wouldn’t have tried so hard to get you to trust me.” He leans down, kissing her gently. “You’re beautiful.”

Her skin flushes at his words, and she swallows nervously. “Can we… um… dim the lights?”

He nods quickly. “Whatever you need.”

She turns off the overhead light, then the bathroom one, and clicks on the small lamp on the bedside table. When she comes back to stand in front of him, she allows him to slip his fingers underneath her shirt and lift up. She’s not wearing a bra, and he can just barely see her nipples in the dim light.

“God,” he breathes, sitting on the edge of the bed and running his hands up and down her sides. Her scars litter her body, barely allowing him to feel unmarked skin before showing up under his touch. “Come here, baby.”

He pulls her leggings and panties down her thighs, finding larger areas of smooth, warm skin. When she’s naked, he grabs handfuls of her delightfully round ass and pulls her onto his lap, letting her straddle him. She gasps, and he muffles the sound with a warm, wet kiss.

“Ir really doesn’t bother—?”

Sam drags her hips along the growing bulge in his boxers. “Does it feel like it bothers me?” He captures a nipple between his lips, earning himself a soft moan as he swirls his tongue. “You’re smooth in all the right places, baby.”

Her voice is high, but he can still hear the tension when she speaks. “Like where?”

Sam flips her onto her back, eagerly kissing down her scar-covered stomach until he’s kneeling on the floor, his head between her thighs. “Here,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the top of her thigh, right next to her pussy. “All over here, baby.”

Y/N trembles when his breath ghosts over her clit, and then arches her back when his tongue slides through her folds. “Oh my God…”

Sam only hums in reply and slides his hands up the backs of her thighs, pushing her knees back and spreading her open for him. Her fingers slide shakily through his hair, and Sam wraps his lips around her clit, closing his eyes and embracing the taste and feel of her on his tongue.

“Oh, Sam,” she moans, “yeah, right there.” She whimpers louder when Sam lets out a low growl, the sound making its way deep into the most primal part of her.

“You taste so good,” he praises, kissing the lips of her cunt. “Could eat you all night long.”

She wiggles her hips, enticing him. “I want you in me.”

“Gotta make you cum first,” he says, his voice thick with lust, “wanna make you cum first.”

Y/N lets out a whine when Sam covers her pussy with his mouth, his tongue working magic on her sensitive pussy. “Fuck, Sam…”

Sam can hear her voice growing higher, more throaty and strained. She’s close, and he quickens the speed of his tongue, his jaw tense with the effort of getting her to climax as soon as possible.

She cums with a loud cry, a sob ripping from her chest as her entire body quakes with pleasure. Sam continues his ministrations until she’s pushing his head away, her legs going limp as he crawls over her.

She’s crying, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she covers her mouth with a shaking hand. Sam’s heart skips a beat, and he concernedly runs his fingers over her cheek.

“Baby?”

She shakes her head, reaching for him. “I’m okay,” she gasps, “it was… just…”

“Intense,” he finishes for her, “it’s okay, I got ‘cha. C’mere.”

He kisses her carefully, making sure she’s receptive to the taste of her slick on his lips as he drapes his body over hers. When she winds her arms around his shoulders, he reaches down, shoving his boxers down and letting them drop to the floor before lifting her up and dropping her further up on the bed.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he whispers, rutting his cock through her folds. She whimpers when it twitches in interest, and Sam lines himself up, watching her expression as he presses in. She winces at the stretch, but relaxes when Sam murmurs her name soothingly.

He slides home in a single smooth thrust. She wraps around him like hot, wet silk, and Sam almost loses it when his name leaves her lips in a long, soft whimper.

His first thrust causes both of them to groan in sync, and Sam holds himself over her on shaking arms so he can watch every move of her body. Her hair billows out underneath her, framing her scarred face like a halo, and he drops his head to her throat, following the soft lines of those marks with his lips until he finds a nipple and latches on.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her voice jolting and broken with the force of his thrusts. “Fuck, Sa-am…”

“Yeah.” Sam grinds closer to her, grinning when he can feel her clit on the bare skin at the base of his dick. “You feel so good, baby, so soft.”

He changes the angle of his thrusts, angling for the top of her pussy, and her nails dig into his arms when he finds what he’s looking for. Her sob catches in her throat, and Sam braces himself up as he pistons his hips harder, faster, until tears of pleasure are rolling down Y/N’s cheeks.

“I’m cumming,” she whimpers, “I’m cumming...!”

Her entire body locks up when she orgasms for the second time. Sam slows his thrusts, looking down in amazement as she gushes over his dick, soaking her inner thighs. When she goes limp, he pulls out, grunting as another small trickle of slick squirts onto his dick.

“You okay?” he asks, watching her slowly regain some control of her breathing.

She nods tearfully, wiping her eyes and sniffing. “Yeah, I just… God, just keep fucking me.”

Sam nods, kissing her deeply as he pushes back in. When he starts thrusting this time, she’s even tighter, wetter, and his hips smack dully against her ass as he fills her over and over again.

“Fuck,” she sobs, “fuck, Sam, fu-uck…”

She grabs his face and kisses him, trying to keep herself grounded as he pounds away inside of her. She hasn’t been touched this way since before the attack, and Sam’s… intense. He’s a beast of a man, grunting and growling while muttering praises like “that’s it” and “good girl, baby” at the same time. It’s barely been ten minutes and he’s made her cum twice, more than any man before had even been able to complete.

And when his fingers trace over the scars that litter her entire body, when he grinds his torso down against hers hard enough to feel the texture of them on his own skin, she realizes that he’s not just a man looking for someone to fuck when he needs to blow off steam or when he’s drunk.

Sam loves her.

“Oh my God—” she cums one more time, fighting the urge to burst into tears at the pleasure of it all. The orgasm surges over her, and Sam presses in deep, holding her down against the bed until she’s shuddering and gasping for breath underneath him.

“I love you.” She says the words without thinking. “I love you, Sam… I l-love you…”

He lifts his head to gaze down at her. His eyes bore into hers, and he wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “I love you too, baby.”

Her legs lock around his hips, and she reaches for one of his hands. He takes it, entwining their fingers together. “Cum,” she tells him, her voice wrecked, “please, cum in me, Sam.”

He gives a short nod and rolls his hips, keeping his eyes open so he can see her face when he fills her. Her pussy hugs his cock, messy with slick and clenching with the aftershocks of her last orgasm. Their bodies are hot and sweaty and sticky and Sam loves every single bit of it.

It doesn’t take him much longer to cum. He pushes in deep, making his cock press against her cervix, and the first spurt of his release makes her tremble. He struggles to hold himself up, finally sinking down to support himself on his elbows.

He doesn’t know exactly when he stops cumming; it’s like a constant string of pleasure that’s being pulled until it finally runs off the spool. When he’s able to, he gathers the strength to lift his head and looks down at her.

“Hey,” he chuckles. “Y’good?”

She swallows, her eyes still watery. “Yeah. I just need… I need…”

Sam nods in understanding and wraps his arms underneath her, holding her close. “I got you, baby… I got you.”

He claims her lips in another deep, passionate kiss that almost makes her start to cry again. She swallows the knot of emotion and wraps her shaking arms around his neck, closing her eyes as Sam starts to kiss down her neck.

“I think…” he lets out a soft sigh against her collarbone, “we should shower and sleep, Dean wants to head out early tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Y/N shifts under him, prompting him to lean back and pull his cock from her. She moans when his cum drips down her ass, and Sam almost wants to plunge back into her and fill her up again.

They shower quickly, only taking enough time to get the grime of their lovemaking off their bodies before slipping underneath the covers. Sam pulls Y/N against him, tilting his head to give her a long, steady kiss.

“Sleep tight, baby.”

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art-of-manliness · 5 years

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Podcast #515: Aristotle’s Wisdom on Living the Good Life

What does it mean to live a good life? How can we achieve that good life? These are questions a Greek philosopher explored over 2,000 years ago in his Nicomachean Ethics. My guest today argues that the insights Aristotle uncovered millennia ago are still pertinent to us in the 21st century. Her name is Edith Hall, and she’s a classicist and the author of Aristotle’s Way: How Ancient Wisdom Can Change Your Life. Today on the show we discuss what Aristotle thought the good life was and how it’s different from our modern conception of happiness. We then dig into how Aristotle believed the cultivation of virtue was a key part of living a flourishing life and why understanding your unique potential and purpose is also important. Edith then shares insights from Aristotle on how to handle misfortune and become a better decision maker, as well as the importance of relationships to human happiness. Show Highlights * The relationship, and differences, between Aristotle and Plato * What was Aristotle trying to do with Ethics? * How did Aristotle define happiness? * What is our purpose in life? How do you find it? * The human qualities that every person should pursue * How did Aristotle define virtue? * The times where supposed evils — like lying and even murder — are acceptable to Aristotle * The role of deliberation in life * Aristotle’s process of decision making * Using practical wisdom * The most important aspect of human life * How to choose friends and spouses * The role of fate, according to Aristotle’s philosophy * Aristotle’s view of death Resources/People/Articles Mentioned in Podcast * What Plato’s Republic Has to Say About Being a Man * Hiking With Nietzsche * Does Stoicism Extinguish the Fire of Life? * A Primer of Plato: His Life, Works, and Philosophy * Latin Words and Phrases Every Man Should Know * On Grand Strategy * Nicomachean Ethics * Books So Good I’ve Read Them Twice * Why Are Modern Debates on Morality So Shrill? * How to Find Your Life’s Purpose * Finding Fulfillment in a World Obsessed With Happiness * Immanuel Kant * How to Get Better at Making Life-Changing Decisions * Using Mental Models to Make Better Decisions * Why You Need a Philosophical Survival Kit * Reviving Practical Wisdom * Practical Wisdom: The Master Virtue * Let’s Talk About Death Over Dinner Connect With Edith Edith’s website Edith on Twitter Listen to the Podcast! (And don’t forget to leave us a review!) Listen to the episode on a separate page. Download this episode. Subscribe to the podcast in the media player of your choice. Recorded on ClearCast.io Listen ad-free on Stitcher Premium; get a free month when you use code “manliness” at checkout. Podcast Sponsors Navy Federal Credit Union. Proud to serve over 8 million members, and open to active duty military, DoD, veterans, and their families. Visit NavyFederal.org/manliness for more information, or call 888-842-6328. Saxx Underwear. Everything you didn’t know you needed in a pair of underwear. Visit saxxunderwear.com and get $5 off plus FREE shipping on your first purchase when you use the code “AOM” at checkout. MSX by Michael Strahan. Athletic-inspired, functional pieces designed for guys who are always on the go — available exclusively at JCPenney! Visit JCP.com for more information. Also check out his lifestyle content at MichaelStrahan.com. Click here to see a full list of our podcast sponsors. Read the Transcript Coming soon! The post Podcast #515: Aristotle’s Wisdom on Living the Good Life appeared first on The Art of Manliness. http://dlvr.it/R6MX0V

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scarlettaagni · 7 years

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The (Recovered) Ballad of Dante Desiderio

(AN: This ages old ballad was recovered from poor storing conditions in the long abandoned wing of a library located in Maluita, Mexico. This is all that was recovered from the text. Obscured letters are represented by X.)

There was once a wicked man who went by the name Dante Desiderio He had a sister by the naXX XX XXXXXX, who would for love, become wicked too He was a wicked man who lived a wicked life He lost himself at eleven and again at fourteen Yet somehow he found himself a wife, A not-so-wicked lady named Marisol Oh no, she was not wicked at all Oh, how they were a blessed mister and miss, They had two kids, A girl named Victoria, and a boy named Luis He, with them, moved to a town by the name of MALXXTA There, he became Constable Dante Desiderio, entrusted with the law. The wicked constable accepted compensation From wicked men like him, hiding from honorable men of the nation Turning a blind eye to crime Only if they couldn’t pay up, did they ever serve time. It was there in Maluita, he found himself a lover Named RXXaliXa, Xhom he desired under a cover She was not wicXed, but that was soon to change They were found in the other’s arms He decided to get out of the town’s range, And XXe way of harm Xut not before he pointed his finger, And the town’s outrage At her. He fled Maluita and XXft his lover behind Escaping the blame, AbandXXing his undeserved fame. He moved his family to the town of ENXXXTADA (it means pleased to meet ya!) And it was there they stayed. No longer a constable, he became a woodcutter, And he gleefully swXng his blade. However, his wife caught wind of his lecheroXs act She was tired of his ill mind She was tired of their marital bind She was tiXed of bearing XX Xer face, a XXXck Yes, this was the straw tXXt broke the camel’s back. The kids, now three with little Celia, no longer had X Xother Now they were stuck with her no-longer-significant other. Marisol wished dearly for her heirs

XXX former Constable Dante Desiderio would not let her, Said he: “I’d sooner go to Hell than let you win,” least to say, Xe was XXlitting hairs. No one to help them, the kids grew wary Around their father, who found tight spaces quite scary And by that found fit as a punXXhmXXt to lock them in a closeX The kids were careful not to upset, because it seems Dante Desiderio had lost it. The other side of EXcantXXX lived a family of eight, pXXs one The seventh son of a seventh son The six year old blessing could XXX Xhat was XXXX Xo comX The boy was seen as a threat by some The other parents of the village XXXXXXd something must be done. The boy knew a Xan by the name of Dante XXXXderio XX XXXX, he waX a pleasant man with X pleasant XXXX “Oh XXXase, por favor, coXe with me to see the río!” He sXXd to the naïve boy. “I XXve XXXe sweXXX we caX have theXX.X “Oh yeX, I will!” he reXXXXdeX, giXXXg him no strifX. The XXX pulXXd the boy aXay XX night, as he rXffXXd his hairX It soon becXXe late, aXd the boy was XXrried “Lo siento, but I must be goXng!” he pXXXded DaXte DesiXXrio respoXded “Oh, but you can’t! You are NEEDED!” XXX boy wXX knocked ouX cold, XXt nXt bXXXXe he futXXely XXXXd to XXXXX XXX XXXXXs donXXX burlap rXXes and strapped XXX Xoy to X cross They XXre filled with dread but simply went along Town outcast DXnXX DesideriX XXs, tonight, their boss. With him, they chanted as if it were a song XXMÁTALO, XXXXXXX ¡AXXES XX AÑX SÉPTXXO!” XXX XXXX XXXXX XXXX XXX wicked manXs wicked blXXe XXX infliXted eXXugh pain tX flatter de Sade TXe boy criXX to the XXXvens, “WXXXX Xhy do you hurt XX so?XX They XXd no answer so the leXXXr piXed uX— “Because yXu have been bad, so your GXd had said!X TXXX XXXXshed their XXXXXess and left XXX XXXX XXXXXX To rot in the XXXd, no witXXXses, no XXe with an axe to grind Wounds through the hands, feet and chest Oh yes, surely Dante Desiderio knew this was best. The next year, nearly all the mXXXXXXrs had dieX Heads XXshed in, no forced eXXXy, and pluXXXd out XXes A note XX the first XXXX said

“A revenge shall take place, beware, So says Karma; those guilty, better prepare.” Dante Desiderio scoffed and paid no mind Though his with delusions became entwined Jumping off roofs and clawing off skin Screaming to the heavens to wake up the sun as if it nXXded him to remind Staying up all night lest, against him, Death would win. One day his kids made a wrong step, So into the closet, all three of them went. He locked them in, nice and tight Returning XXXe from work not tired yet, he decided to go out that night The kids’ legs weXX tired, but they were somewhat “alright” As he left, he slXXmed the door, Which toppled an oil lamp onto the floor Something horriXle for him is in store. Out to town drinking and getting tanked, Dante Desiderio sobered immediately when he saw the distant smoke, his shriveled, shruXXen heart even sank Not a thought about himself, he fled through the wood Though the closet key he lost aXXng the way would be, to him, no good The house key, however, was safe under a sXXXe, It was finally time for him to atone Fire and smoke, his house was ablaze DXXte Desiderio ran through the fiery haze He faced the closet door and fought with all his might He wept and pleaded, grieving that the key was lost somewhere out in the night He shouted to his kXXX to see if they were still there, no answer was heard The one time he acted like a faXher was when he was no longer With teXrs from misery and smoke, his vXXion blurred He stared up as if it were the starless sky Only to find the roof giving way, a sign Xis very own time was nigh Back sXXpped, bones broken, the door just out of rXXXX Dante Desiderio hXld out his hand as if there was still a shot If he could just let them go, then maybe he’d be kind to all of them each If only he could open the clXXet, then maybe they wouldn’t feel so hot… Alas, poor Dante Desiderio, the wicked man Has lived his wicked life out to its wicked end. Beside his bXXckened corpse, on a broken board, Was a message carved as if with a sword: “I HAVE JUSTICE NOW. KARMA WINS.” The villagers did believe the wicked man had paid for his sins But t’was a traXedy that his kids with him were gored A splintery box his body was laid A plain stone his name was engraved A hole his funerary box was lowered A ceXXXony and sadness for him, the villagers could not muster Although for his kids, they said “What a shame, for they were adored.” Polished coffins their bodies were laid Shined tombstones their names were engraved Holes their coXXXns were lowered The ruins of their home, abanXXXed and forgotten. XXXXX XXXXXX Dante Desiderio waX no loXXXr saXX bXt cXXXed, yes, enXXXed XX wXs rXXXXsed frXX MorXXXXXX’s caXX XXX XXXXme X bXast, X fXXXd, X XXXil, bXXXXht XXck XXXm tXe XXXXe XX punish children whX misbehavX DoomXX XX XXXX under XXXX XXX XX XXXXXXX SXXXinX uXXXr doors, anX XreeXXXg uXXX cXXXetX XX XXXXX, XX loXXXX a wicXed manX Xill XXke Xour XXXX XX Xear XXXXr eating you whXXX Do yourself a favXXX children, if livinX long is whaX you intend, Xe good to othersX or eXXe XX XXXXX wXXX sXXXXow you and XXXX XXXXX As fXr the story of a Mister Dante Desiderio, this is THE END.

#nerd stuff #scarletta scribbles #OCs #AUs #Dante #Marisol #Luis #Victoria #Celia #Santo Verdad #:3c

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