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oopsalltoxic · 6 months ago

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Dog Potty Training — 5 Step Plan — Puppies, Rescues, Difficult Dogs, and Angels

Wrote out my method for a friend who's struggling with puppy potty training. Maybe it'll help others, too.

Super Duper Potty Plan — by Iffyish:

Before we can even do step one, we gotta check ourselves as the authoritative species. Basically, NEVER scold for pottying. We have to expect and be ready to calmly clean any accidents. Enzyme cleaner is highly recommended for this as it eliminates the scent that encourages them to use a potty location. Scolding may work temporarily for some dogs, but for the long term, any fear based training increases naughty behavior when they're alone because it isnt real training, it's a deterrent that hurts the human/animal bond when overused. We are their mothers (gender neutral) and must maintain that trust in order to maintain appropriate behavior both supervised and, eventually, unsupervised.

Similarly, picking up the dog should never be used during training. It removes their bodily autonomy and decision making which is ineffective for teaching them to make a decision on their own. Depending on the specific dog and lifting method, it also may or may not hurt the dog/owner bond as well as the dog's joints.

Now that Human Training is out of the way, we can start Dog Training!

Step One: Set a schedule!

This wont be permanent, but it will be in place for the duration of training. Puppies (any dog under 18mos) usually need to potty up to 4 times a day as opposed to adults average 2-3 times. This doesnt mean they need to go out four times though, it means they must be taken outside at least 5 times for full success. Ideally, this will be immediately after waking up and before going to bed with breaks spaced evenly in between. These breaks can be utilized for walks and play as well.

Step Two: Plan for accidents.

Accidents WILL happen, and it has nothing to do with the dog being bad or disobeying. They just have to pee, and holding it too long can cause a UTI that may even fully remove any control they have over it, especially in puppies. The best thing we can do to make cleaning easier is not just puppy pads, but specifically setting up the pads over the spot they've chosen, which may be one or multiple. These should be replaced as soon as they're used with the area underneath cleaned with enzyme cleaner.

Step Three: Accidents Happen, Now We Can Stop Them

Are you or him able to see them pee inside right in front of you? If so, that's a good thing! It means they're not scared of pottying with you, which makes the whole process easier. Dont stress or act out, calmly make eye contact and ask gently if they need to potty—even just "Potty" or any chosen word will work, this is just building associations. As SOON as they're done, or even mid-stream, calmly leash up and lead outside without pulling. Use treats if necessary but dont give them yet. Pick ONE outside spot for potty, it can be anywhere but corners work best in my experience. Go to that spot and repeat the associated word, i.e. "potty." Remember that spot as it is now your permanent training spot.

During this period, try to note any natural cues they display for later use. Our pup whines ever so softly, some get the zoomies, some bark, it's very individual. Do not utilize this knowledge yet as they will use it to trick you when they want to play until they truly understand, and that complicates the process. Just keep their cue in mind.

Step Four: Time for Learning!

This section is pretty basic. Just follow the schedule, and prep a high-value reward treat for successful potty events. Not kibble or milkbone or greenies, but a tiny piece of a HIGH reward that they don't normally get. We use hotdogs, so for us one hot dog = at LEAST 20 potties as moderation must be STRICT. This treat is never to be given for any other purpose. Use your judgement—if it's morning, the dog definitely needs to potty even if he doesnt signal or tries going back in. You're the boss, their job is to potty. If they didn't accident overnight then the job isnt done. Simple patience with (some) repetition (like once a minute, not once every 5 seconds) of the associated command paired with a body language cue like pointing will eventually correlate to them.

When they do pee or poo, they IMMEDIATELY get their treat with verbal reinforcement. (Dont get too hyper happy tho, nothing wrong with it per se but I prefer not to teach zoomies after potty to avoid poo tracking) No waiting until inside, no forgetting, no substitute for a different treat. It should be ready in the pocket every time. The first day of doing this, and ONLY the first day/first day of success, it's good to jackpot the treats upon success. Give 3-5x the reward, again strictly only during their first day of success. They should be surprised into wanting to do that again, forever.

Even though it is okay to take them on walks and play during these breaks, the reward should only be given (and the action should only be considered fully successful) when they specifically potty in the corner you chose and told them to potty in, not down the block or at the park. You can verbally praise still, though, for walking and playing potties as they are more desirable than inside.

Step Five: Your Efforts are Rewarded (Long Term Results)

Continue this process until there are no more accidents inside. It may take weeks or months, sometimes longer if the dog has health issues or was previously improperly trained. With that said, if done correctly then this process only has to happen once. This is the step at which you will begin to listen to their personal potty cue, which makes it a bit harder because you're still not breaking schedule. Keep the schedule, and if they cue, they get an additional potty break. When they cue, it's important to never take them on a walk or play, ONLY the potty corner. This cue should never be allowed to be used for any other purpose or else you will have quite the demanding inside dog.

And that's it! (Edit: spoiler for Tumblr, that's not quite it yet, see the last paragraph) A bit of a novel, lol, but when these steps are followed exactly, thoroughly, and relentlessly, I've never seen it fail on even the most disobedient dogs (those dogs usually take longer tho as they're often preset with learned fear-based attitudes)

(Oops of course I forgot to mention something🤣 the chosen outside potty corner can be anywhere, but it eases training a ton if a spot is chosen with as few distractions as possible. Avoid other dogs, roads, parking lots, doors opening and closing etc. Again though this will still work if a spot without distractions isnt possible, it just will take much much more patience. A single reactive dog bark can turn a 5min morning potty into a 45min staring-into-space-not-engaging-the-behavior ordeal. Any distractions are to be met with planted feet and rock solid arm reach. Dont pull but if pup pulls dont move your arm out further to give them more reach either. Same is true if they try to sniff themselves away from your chosen corner.)

#dog training #pet care #dog care #pet training #potty training #veterinary #pets #animals #feel free to note anything i missed! i love spreading free education as much as possible!

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nomkiing · 2 years ago

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BOREDOM BE VANQUISHED

If you're having a case of the mondays like I was (until my friend decided to download the entire unofficial collection of homestuck onto their friend's computer and it took two hours), I cannot possibly with any fathomable depths of my now slightly less cold and dead heart recommend more this generator: https:// www.name-generator.org.uk/band-name/ (remove the space in between the // and the www). And oh my god for my sake, put rats or hamsters in the animal option. Please

#generated band names #yes it did take two hours to download it all #and that was without the naughty terms replacer

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bonefall · 2 years ago

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What do you think of Fallen Leaves (as in, canon Fallen Leaves)? I'm pretty neutral towards him, but I'm curious to know what you think of him and why you decided to merge him with Hollyleaf. Also, does Hollyleaf ever regain a better understanding of Clanmew again since you mentioned she only half remembered it? Does she ever teach anyone the ancient language or nah? I can imagine kits begging to know ancient swear words.

i dont like jhim

BANGER idea, wasted. Ancient ghost in the tunnels??!? He drowned to death in an ancient ritual?!!? He has been unable to move on for a thousand moons ??!?!?!?!?!?!

Idk make him a lonely sadboy or something. No he doesn't try to drag people down. No there's no ghostly powers or anything. No he's not like a folklore ghost.

He just lives in the tunnels and Is Sad. Lame.

Erin Hunter LOVES coming up with cool ideas for characters and then doing nothing with those ideas, slowly turning them into boring ship material and cardboard background cats.

"We can't just do nothing with the ghost, idk. Hollyleaf is the closest female character. Ship it"

Do they have chemistry? No

but holly is a Girl and fallen is a Boy so that's good enough. Have him (ghost) nurse her back to health ig, people eat that trope up, no effort required.

It also frustrates me that this random ancient Softpaw's death made the entire Lake Society consider leaving their very bountiful home. "Oo it's been a hard year or something. Let's leave everything we've ever known."

Broken Shadow being dramatic about his death is also... fuck it I'm gonna be honest, it's annoying. I hate how women in this series are always more torn up than their husbands over dead kits, I hate how they needed to make Broken Shadow "insane with grief" and completely hysterical to drive home how sad this one, random, singular loss is

Honestly, I don't think there's a single part about Jay's Time Travel Adventure that I like. I'm seriously trying to think of one thing I enjoyed and I'm coming up with a blank. I like the vague idea of the cats leaving the lake I guess fgsdfgf

So, personally, I think there's 2 things you can really do here with Fallen. You replace/merge him with someone for a stable timeloop, or you replace/merge Rock with Jayfeather for a stable timeloop. Without that, being in the tunnels for so long doesn't matter.

Fallen could have been in there for 2 years or 200, nothing about him is legitimately old to contrast modern cats. He was waiting for someone who no one has any actual attachment to because her entire personality is being a crazy-with-grief mother.

Hell, you could replace Fallen with a weirdo who hates sunlight and it would fill the exact same role as Love Interest Who Doesn't Leave Tunnel.

He has the bland honor of not being as bad as Moth Flight but I'm sorry. I would squarely place Fallen Leaves in F tier. You can definitely make an argument that the idea of him is cool, but somehow that feels worse because he could have been GREAT and he wasn't.

SO INSTEAD I merged him with Holly! Because making this unnerving connection between Hollypaw and the tunnels, catching glimpses of a strange ghost, and interacting with her mother when she was young and wreckless is FUN imo and accomplishes a lot more about her whole arc coming to terms with the lie.

Naughty god goes into the timeout tunnel to be adequately wiggled, indeed

And YES she does eventually get a better handle on Clanmew again, it just takes a couple years. And 100% she teaches some kittens how to swear in ancient Lakemew.

#bone babble #I'm sorry everyone that today is just Bones Biting Jayfeather's Adventure sgfdgff

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legend-collection · 2 years ago

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Sack Man

The Sack Man (also called the Bag Man or Man with the Bag/Sack) is a figure similar to the bogeyman, portrayed as a man with a sack on his back who carries naughty children away.

Variants of this figure appear all over the world, particularly in Latin countries, such as Spain, Portugal, Italy (where he is known as the vecchio col sacco ("the old man with the sack"), and the countries of Latin America, where it is referred to as el "Hombre del costal", el hombre del saco, or in Portuguese, o homem do saco (all of which mean "the sack/bag man"), and Eastern Europe. Similar legends are found in Haiti and some countries in Asia.

In Spain, el hombre del saco is usually depicted as a mean and impossibly ugly and skinny old man who eats the misbehaving children he collects. The crime of Gádor gave rise to this term because the kidnapers used a gunny sack to carry with the children. In Brazil, o homem do saco is portrayed as a tall and imposing adult male, usually in the form of a vagrant, who carries a sack on his back, and collects mean disobedient children for nefarious purposes. In Chile, Argentina and particularly in the Southern and Austral Zones, is mostly known as "El Viejo del Saco" ("The old man with the bag") who walks around the neighbourhood every day around supper time. This character is not considered or perceived as a mythical or fantastic creature by children. Instead, he is recognised as an insane murderer that somehow has been accepted by society which allows him to take a child that has been given to him willingly by disappointed parents or any child that is not home by sundown or supper time. In Honduras and Mexico, misbehaving children fear "El Roba Chicos", or child-snatcher, which is very similar to "Hombre del Saco".

In Armenia and Georgia, children are threatened by the "Bag Man" who carries a bag and kidnaps those who do not behave. In Hungary, the local bogeyman, the mumus, is known as zsákos ember, literally "the person with a sack". In Poland children are frightened by the bebok, babok, or bobok or who is also portrayed as a man with a sack. In the Czech Republic and Slovakia, a similar creature is known: bubák. It's a creature without a typical form, connected with darkness or scary places, making children fear but not taking them away usually. The character of čert, the devil, is used for that instead ("Don't be naughty or čert will take you away!"). In Russia, Ukraine and Belarus, buka ("бука"), Babay ("бабай") or Babayka ("бабайка") is used to keep children in bed or stop them from misbehaving. 'Babay' means "old man" in Tatar. Children are told that "Babay" is an old man with a bag or a monster, usually hiding under the bed, and that he will take them away if they misbehave (though he is sometimes depicted as having no set appearance).

In North India, children are sometimes threatened with the Bori Baba or "Father Sack" who carries a sack in which he places children he captures. A similar being, "Abu i Kees" (ابو كيس), literally "The Man with a Bag", appears in Lebanon.] In Turkey, Kharqyt (Turkish: Harkıt means "Sack Man"- also called Öcü, Böcü or Torbalı) is portrayed as a man with a sack on his back who carries naughty children away to eat or sell them.

In Korea, mangtae yeonggam (망태 영감) an old man (yeonggam) who carries a mesh sack (mangtae) to put his kidnapped children in, thus, "Old Man with a Sack". In some regions, mangtae yeonggam is replaced by mangtae halmeom (망태 할멈), an old woman with a mesh sack. In Vietnam, misbehaving children are told that ông ba bị (in the North; literally mister-three-bags) or ông kẹ (in the South) will come in the night and take them away.

In Sri Lanka, among the Sinhalese people, elders frighten misbehaving children with Goni Billa, (translates roughly as "sack kidnapper") a scary man carrying a sack who arrives day or night to capture and keep children.

In the Western Cape folklore of South Africa, Antjie Somers is a Bogeyman who catches naughty children in a bag slung over his shoulder. Although the name is that of a female, Antjie Somers is traditionally a male figure.

Several countries contrast their version of the sack man with the benign sack carrier Father Christmas. In the Netherlands and Flanders, Zwarte Piet (Dutch for "Black Pete") is a servant of Sinterklaas, who delivers bags of presents on December 5 and takes naughty kids back to Spain in the now empty bags.

In some stories, the Zwarte Piets themselves were kidnapped as kids, and the kidnapped kids make up the next generation of Zwarte Piets. In Switzerland, the corresponding figure is known as Schmutzli (derived from Butzli) in German, or Père Fouettard in French.

A similar figure, Krampus, appears in the folklore of Alpine countries, sometimes depicted with a sack or washtub to carry children away. In Bulgaria, children are sometimes told that a dark scary monster-like person called Torbalan (Bulgarian: Торбалан, which comes from "торба", meaning a sack, so his name means "Man with a sack") will come and kidnap them with his large sack if they misbehave. He can be seen as the antipode of the Christmas figure Santa Claus (Bulgarian: Дядо Коледа; corresponding to Father Christmas).

In Haiti, the Tonton Macoute (Haitian Creole: Uncle Gunnysack) is a giant, and a counterpart of Father Christmas, renowned for abducting bad children by putting them in his knapsack. During the dictatorship of Papa Doc Duvalier, certain Haitian secret policemen were given the name Tontons Macoutes because they were said also to make people disappear.

#sack man #global

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thelonewolfstar · 3 years ago

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I think it's MC's turn to ask "Are you flirting with me right now, Aislinn?" lol

Finally, MC flirting with Aislinn without sounding like a creep. You're finally catching on. 😅

I think the reason why we're lacking Aislinn aside from the fact that she's too workaholic. She isn't interested in making a short-term commitment. While MC has been sleeping with everyone, practicing BDSM with another woman(Lina Reyes) and also has the option of hooking up with a fireman, private investigator and the client it is clear that MC isn't the type of person who settles down with just one person. I think Aislinn knows MC, which is why she spends half a book trying to ignore MC's flirtatious antics(she finally gave in chapter 8).

So you're feeling risk taker huh? 😏 I like this side of yours, Tanaka.

You are, indeed, Aislinn. She's so happy with the answer. I'm curious how she'll react if you choose to screw her, I bet she'll be offended.

And she did it again. 😅

Wow that diamond scene with Aislinn was HOT! The best part is that it's not female coded diamond scene. It's written from a dude's point of view, rather than simply replacing the she into he, her into him in dialogue. It was very detailed. I've already finish LoA I never pay attention on details the first time I read it, my expectations for the diamond scene are low because most diamond scenes in Choices are female coded, even if your MC is male the details are still Female to Female. This is the first I've read it.

I know Aislinn isn't innocent, I notice her naughty side in the cabin diamond scene. She's just reserved because she's not sure how MC feels about her. If MC is into her or he is just toying with her feelings. Maybe seeing MC almost gets shot makes her decide not to hold back any longer and ofcourse, MC, being on his usual horny self takes advantage of the situation.

She wants you to take her on a proper date just two of you. Come on MC do something about it.

Uh uh uh the tables have turned.

Why being on the same team sounded so hot? 😅 Oh god I love Aislinn, she's too precious. I like that baby domme side of her, I would love to see more of that in the future. I hope they become official in book 2. Martin taking over McGraw Byrne ohh exciting. I hope we can meet Beau's sister and Gigi's girlfriend in book 2. I'm looking forward for book 2.

#choices stories you play #choices #playchoices #aislinn tanaka #mc x aislinn #choices laws of attraction

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subbing-for-clones · 4 years ago

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The New Apprentice Part 8

Maul x Sith!reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Yall it has been a God damn week I'll tell you that. So sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. Fair warning, had to do some already known stuffs to move the story along the timeline and I just wasn't feeling it while writing, but it's important to the timeliness nonetheless.

WARNINGS: 18+ P in V sex, unprotected sex, Canon violence. Kinda angsty at the end? Idk.

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The following morning you awoke alone in your tent. The cool morning air aiding to shake the fog from your mind as you thought of the previous night. A smile twitched on your lips that was soon replaced with a heavy eye roll. One of your pant legs had been torn up the seam by the medic who worked on you. Shrugging, you ripped off the tattered fabric and did the same to the other to match. Sliding on your now short one piece you pulled on your boots, hung your sabers from your hips and left your little shelter.

You knew why Maul left; he didn't want anyone to think the two of you were involved until the situation was less vulnerable. You were thankful he waited until you were asleep before he absconded into the darkness. Maker, you had to stop thinking about it lest you rile yourself up again. It was time to go to work, continue to prove to your master that you deserved to be at his side. That he needed you there.

You were relieved that Savage followed behind you a few minutes later. At least you weren't the last one up. Pre and Maul strode through the camp with you and Savage following closely behind.

"We will need an army if we are to successfully take back Mandalore." Your master rumbled.

"The people will support us once we remind them who they are." Pre retorted.

"Perhaps... but the Black Suns will be able to provide us with resources beneath the attention of the Republic."

"They're a crime syndicate!"

"Yes, and a powerful one that will lead to our victory. We have but one chance to pull this off."

Boarding a Mandalorian starship with your Master and Savage was quiet. You had decided to keep your mouth shut and revel in Maul's ability to command and scheme. You stood at Savage's side with your hands clasped behind your back, back straight and chin high. Your weapons dangled dangerously at your hips. Every so often a Mandalorian would look at you curiously through their visor to which you responded the same every time. You gazed into their black where their unseen eyes lay behind, unblinking with a straight lip and an air of importance until they turned away. Savage quirked a lip slightly every time.

When you were alone he rumbled quietly.

"You make them uneasy. Much more than I do I think."

"I hardly doubt that my friend." Your voice soft and cold in the off chance someone could hear you.

"Possibly... they fear us."

"Good. Then they will stay in line under Lord Maul. A warrior should never show fear. They may be strong but they've shown a vital weakness we will exploit in time if necessary."

Maul was the only one within ear shot and he silently listened to your words. Although he didn't show it at the time externally, his chest swelled in pride.

After landing on Mustafar they were greeted with a battalion led by a tall Falleen male by the name of Vigo Ziton Maj. He chuckled when your master harshly requested an audience but he led Maul, Savage, Pre Vizsla and yourself inside the fortress anyway.

Five more men sat at a long black table upon your entrance. When demanded that they join you, you were met with exclamations of amusement and they attempted to call for your deaths.

Without hesitation you and Savage each tossed a spinning lightsaber in their direction. Effectively beheading each and every one of the leaders in single mirrored motions. After seeing first handedly that denial of an alliance would lead to death, Moj, the next in line to lead agreed to join your cause without hesitation.

The Pykes practically handed themselves over to you once news about the Black Suns had reached their ears. The offer of their alliance was a grateful surprise to you. Recognizing the slow shift in universal power only spurred your attraction to your master. Visions of you riding his throbbing cock permeated your mind and drifted to his.

On the ride to Nal Hutta these thoughts only grew in intensity as your sinful need grew. It had been days since he had last touched you and although you maintained an outward composure, your mind reeled. With only a few hours until your arrival, Maul strode past you, pausing momentarily to give you a knowing glance and ever so slight nod of his head. You waited a minute before following his force signature until a supply closet door hissed open. He grabbed you almost violently, pulling you within the small enclosure. He listened to be sure you weren't followed before he turned to you.

"My my what devious thoughts you project little one." He cooed as he pulled you into his embrace. With your back to his chest, he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, planting gentle wet kisses to your sensitive skin and lightly nipping at your ear. You took his hand and covered your mouth to stifle a whimper as he ground his hardening cock into your rear. You could feel the heat of your core as his velvety voice hummed in the ear he was toying with.

"Now, I'd much rather take my time with you but it seems you need some tension released. I'll need you clear headed on this venture. I believe the Hutt Clan will give us the most trouble in forming an alliance. Would you like my help my sweet little apprentice?"

You nodded fervently, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he slid your one piece down until it pooled on the floor. He bent you over infinitesimally, just enough to grant him entrance. He prodded his hot, firm erection against your folds letting out a silent groan feeling how wet you already were.

"God's I've hardly touched you and your soaking wet you naughty little girl."

Without warning he slipping inside you, biting one of his fingers to keep from crying out. He thrusted into at a brutal pace, sinking to his hilt with every rut. It didn't take long before you were fluttering around him and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Maker, you're going to cum for me.. I can feel it... Let go my dear. Cum all over my cock."

The command he soothed had you unraveling faster than you thought possible. The excitement of the risk at being found out only encouraged your orgasm. Still shaking from the aftershocks, your master bit your shoulder as he throbbed and filled you.

You hastily cleaned yourself, getting ready to leave before you were caught but Maul grabbed your wrist and brought you back into an embrace. Gently pressing his forehead to yours and wrapping his arms around you.

"Soon you'll be at my side at all times my dear. Would you like that?" His glowing amber eyes meeting yours.

"Yes Master, of course."

You pressed your lips to his and trying to calm your flush you left the small enclosure with newfound resolve undoubtedly spurred by your bliss.

Maul had been correct as usual. The Hutts were in fact quite resistant. After hearing that they wouldn't be paid and that the deal was an alliance for their lives, five bounty hunters and the whole guard rushed the room. Desperate for some leverage you deflected the barrage of incoming blaster fire along with your master while leading them slowly out to the landing platform.

Finally, she's good for something you thought as Bo Katan fired rockets into the fortress, effectively killing most of the guard.

You gave chase back into the fortress and fought the remaining bounty hunters. Unwillingly admitting that they were giving you more trouble than you would've hoped. Darting away from a purple woman with orange hair you kicked a dog off of your master while the bounty hunters made their retreat. Maul was convinced that they wouldn't be a further threat so you let them escape with their lives and empty pockets.

You ended up having to travel to the gods awful desert planet of Tatooine for Jabba to finally agree to your terms.

Back on Zanbar you and Savage shared a meal while Maul oversaw the organization of the troops and mixed crime syndicates.

"You seem restless." Savage noted.

"Duuuh." You exasperated. "All this planning and waiting and organizing. Ugh, I wanna go fuck shit up. We've been so busy with the boring shit I haven't even had time to train. Aside from that bounty hunter scuffle."

"Worry not little one, you'll be terrorizing the Mandalorians planet side with everyone soon enough." You scoffed at his response to which he cocked his brow.

"No, I'm not. Master wants me in the shadows. Something about the people recognizing me later on being a problem with his grand scheme."

"He has a habit of only telling half of a truth. Trust comes slowly to him. You know this." You sighed, pushing away your plate and pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Yes, I'm well aware. More so than he would like I'm sure."

"He cares very deeply for you."

"And I him but all this sitting around will get me nowhere. I told you about what happened on Malachor... for the first time since I've joined you two it feels like my feet are taking me some where I'm not supposed to go... it's been weeks and the only thing I've learned in that time frame is how to take his cock in secret, away from prying eyes."

Savage nearly choked and also disregarded his food and sat looking at you with a pained look in his eyes.

"What will you do then?"

"Honestly? I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that I'm supposed to 'extinguish the fear but always remember that 'the shadow cannot exist without the light' whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."

"If you don't know what it means how do you know you're on the wrong path?" You paused at his question.

"Jedi and Sith both always say to trust in the force... I need to meditate on this."

Savage nodded as you stood from your seat walking back towards your tent. Your master was a strong force user and ever since that night you two had opened up your minds to one another, truly lay bare before the other, it was damn near impossible to keep him out. When you passed him and Vizsla you had known they couldn't hear your conversation but the way that his eyes followed you. A specific crease in his brow. You had no doubt it had anything to do with Vizsla's ramblings, you realized he probably felt your conflict.

Disappearing into your canvas enclosure you tried to push the thought of your lover, no, your master; down and away from the forefront of your mind. Gods above though, he was your lover. You loved him, so much. What if he was guiding you away from the place you needed to go? Everything felt right before you allied with the Death Watch. The weeks you spent training and traveling to Malachor felt right. But this, this felt like it was his path not yours. If your destinies didn’t cross would he abandon his to join you? Could you abandon yours to join him? You knelt in the center of your tent and straightened your back, closing your eyes. Allowing your mind to rest, allow the wild eradications to still and drift away. This was important. This was your destiny. You suddenly realized why, although you'd never admit it, the Jedi forbid attachments in their freakish cult.

#maul x reader #maul smut #darth maul #sith apprentice #savage opress #platonic savage #maul fluff #sith warrior #starwars au #star wars au #star wars #swtcw x reader #swtcw smut

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talesmaniac89 · 5 years ago

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Morning Person

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: You try your hardest to get the sleepy hunter out of bed at a reasonable time as he tries just as hard to keep you there, snuggled up to him.

Triggers: None, just sleepy/spoiled Dean fluff

Y/N = Your Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

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Dean Winchester wasn’t a morning person.

You’d learned that early enough in your relationship with the hunter. As he fought you, every step of the way, whenever you tried to get him out of bed at your early riser schedule. Sure, the morning squabbles were much less tooth and nail and more lazy kisses and arms wrapped tightly around you as he tried to keep you in bed. But they were still a constant battle. And that morning was no different.

As you stretched lazily, letting the last hazy tendrils of sleep slip off your body next to your hunter, you were met with a discontented groan. Which only increased in volume once your legs untangled from his and you gently pulled out of the bear hug he’d held you in throughout the night. The protective warmth of his toned arms was tempting you to return as he stretched out for you. His eyes still closed, only the half-displeased crease in his brow hinting at the fact that the hunter was, in fact, awake. But you knew you’d quickly go stir crazy if you spent the whole morning in bed, like those greedy arms seemed to be aiming at.

“Mornin’ Dean. Rise and shine,” You sing-songed sweetly as you escaped the warmth of the blanket and the arms reaching out to have you snuggled up against him again. A small spoiled pout effectively ruining the hunter’s normally hard as nails image as he squinted up at you through half lidded eyes.

“(Y/N), come back to bed. It’s too early, and too cold,” The big man whined as you crossed your arms from where you were standing, just out of his reach. Well, out of his reach unless he deemed it a reasonable time to actually wake up that was.

“It’s not too cold you big baby. Come on, time to get up. We have plans today,” You said with a teasing tug on a corner of the blanket that made it slip slightly off his body. Showing off his sculpted abdomen and muscular arms for no more than a split second before he pulled it back up with a grumbled protest. The split-second tease nearly enough to tempt the dirty little devil on your shoulder into crawling back under the covers with your hunter to run your hands over taut muscles and smooth skin. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you saw it, the angel on your other shoulder had a viper hold on your common sense. You had to get up.

“Cold,” The hunter’s grumbled pout made you roll your eyes as you battled the small smile that threatened to oust your annoyance for the farce it really was.

You loved your sleepy hunter.

This Dean was only yours. A sweet secret shared only between the two of you and the four walls of your bedroom. The normally hardened soldier would slip away and leave behind just the man, just Dean, whenever the two of you were alone. Including the spoiled rotten version of him that was currently tugging at your heart strings and making it really hard to not give into the big green puppy dog eyes that begged you to come back to bed.

“Yeah, yeah… Sorry baby,” You said with a sigh and soft laugh as your boyfriend wrapped the blanket further around himself until only tired emerald green eyes and messy sand blonde hair stared back at you from the pile of blankets and pillows.

“I’ll forgive you if you kiss me,” Dean’s tired grumble was muffled by the blanket. Yet, the pout that followed them was clearly audible, though you couldn’t see those soft lips that held your salvation and his forgiveness. The hunter’s cute behaviour teasing a soft smile out of you as you leaned back over the bed, one knee on the mattress, and lightly tugged at the blanket to reveal the pout you knew was hidden there.

“How gracious of you, sleeping beauty,” You teased as you gave your boyfriend a peck that lingered for a few heartbeats longer than planned as the hunter easily deepened the lazy kiss. Replacing the innocent peck you’d planned with something deeper, more sensual. His strong forearms braving the cool air to wrap around your waist and pull you fully back into bed and under the blanket again. The same arms snaking back around your waist without breaking the kiss or giving you the chance to protest.

“Hey Dean…” You sighed as soon as his lips left yours. But the hunter was clearly unwilling to listen. His grip on you tightened as he buried his face in your neck to hide from your admonishment and words about adult responsibilities that couldn’t be completed under the warm blanket.

“No,” Was all Dean Winchester was willing to say about the subject as he tangled his long legs with yours again. His arms pulling at your waist to make sure as much of you as physically possible was flush against him. The hunter’s warm breath tickling your neck as he nuzzled his face against it. Like a naughty boy who knew he was misbehaving and thought he could hide from you in your own arms.

“You said you’d forgive me with a kiss,” You tried sweetly, a hand going up to comb through his bed head and try to calm the wild nest on your hunter’s head. Finding a steady rhythm as you played with his hair; combing it through your fingers before patting it down again.

“You need to warm me up again too,” Dean mumbled against your neck. Clearly not ready to come out of hiding as he peppered small, lazy kisses against your collarbone and neck. The normally strong and independent soldier looking to be spoiled with a lazy morning in your arms and not taking no for an answer.

As the hunter snuggled further into your neck, you let out a breathy laugh from how his short stubble tickled against your sensitive skin. His tight hug not giving you room to squirm away from him. As his fingers found and followed the rhythm you’d set with your fingers in his hair, he painted lazy circles on your t-shirt clad back. Before easily sliding under the offending piece of cloth to repaint the same circles directly on your skin.

“Alright, sleepy head, you can sleep in,” You said with a sigh of surrender, mentally waving the white flag in this latest battle of getting Dean out of bed at a somewhat reasonable time. You could feel the lazy smile against your neck as the hunter squeezed you tighter in a tired victory hug.

“But... I’m getting up. I have to get ready,” You added, the terms of your surrender steadfast.

“Nooo,” The hunter’s groaned protest rumbled against your throat as he held you even tighter and scooted down until his head could rest against your chest. Easily nudging you over on your back before placing his head over your heart. The action kicking up the blanket a bit and covering his head. The grown man acted like a child in a pillow fort as he stayed hidden from your eyes through the protective force field created by the blanket.

“Yes, Dean,” You sighed, trying to pull the blanket down before giving up and putting your own head under it, to finally look into Dean’s eyes where he listened to your heartbeat through your t-shirt. His eyes closed and a lazy, happy smile on his lips. Clearly set on not letting you go anywhere.

“One day in bed won’t kill you… Stay with me. Like this…” Dean’s murmured words were smooth like honey and dipped in sugar as he let one arm drop to knead at your hips. Massaging away the tension from too many days of hunting without rest that he knew was still lingering there. His tight hold on you loosening into a more languid, warm embrace now that his legs were fully tangled with yours and his head was on your chest. Effectively pinning you to the mattress. “Let’s be lazy together (Y/N),” He added with a sleepy smile, glancing up at you through a curtain of full lashes and lifting his head for just a fraction of a second to let a sweet kiss ghost over your lips.

The tempting devil clearly unwilling to give up the warm bed, blankets or you. Fully believing he could have his cake and eat it too. Though, as you kept having to remind yourself to not give into the sweet temptation, you had plans later. And you’d rather not show up dishevelled and tired from oversleeping.

Giving up on sweetness, you switched tactics. If temptation was his weapon of choice, then it would be yours too. Since you, tangled in the sheets and a certain Dean Winchester, wouldn’t be able to get out of bed without getting him to move too.

“We can be lazy together on the couch instead? I’ll make you scrambled eggs and bacon,” You coaxed, adding a silent ‘for a little while’ to your words in your head. Your hand, which had momentarily stopped combing through his hair, returned to trace the shape of his jawline. Marvelling at how much you loved the man who was currently hiding from the real world in your arms. Even his lazy streak was endearing to you as you watched him weigh the pros and cons with far away eyes as he snuggled against you.

“There’ll be coffee too…” You promised, gently using soft fingers to smooth out the crease in his brow that hinted at deep thought as he considered your offer. Yet, as his legs tangled further with yours and his head lifted to pepper your jaw with tiny kisses, you knew the negotiations had failed.

“Those things can wait, right now I just want this… Us,” He murmured as his head went back to your chest. Listening to the beat of your heart. The sweet words easily made it beat a little faster as your arms circled the man resting against your chest and squeezed him tight. Though you knew it was only 99% sweetness in those words. The other 1 percent was a calculated move to get you to stay in bed.

“I love you Dean, but I do have to get up,” You said, kissing the top of his head, as it was the only part of him easily within reach once he buried his head in your chest with a moan of protest. “I could bring you breakfast in bed?”

Your final peace offering was met with nothing more than a small head shake as the man refused to lift his head from your chest. His arms once more tightening around you at the prospect of you leaving the bed and him for the real world. Well... For the bunker kitchen, and a cup of coffee.

“Dean Winchester,” You said, your voice taking on a false strict tone as hands nudged at the spoiled rotten hunter hiding in your heartbeat. But you were only met with more spoiled stubbornness as the hunter decided to ignore your warning and cuddle up closer. Sighing contentedly as he stayed in your arms.

Hell, if it was any other day, you’d probably let him win this one. It was comfortable and warm in his arms. The way he held you close enough for your heart beats to sync into some intimate love song always made you feel safe, protected and comforted. But… It wasn’t any other day, and you had places to be. So, you endured the sweet temptation even though you wanted to wave your white flag and snuggle with him under the blanket.

“Dean… We have plans,” You reminded him, though you knew it was no use. The hunter was unwilling to listen to anything less than a complete surrender on your part. You were left with one battle tactic. The dirty little ace up your sleeve might not be the most straightforward strategy. But… If nothing else worked, then you had to be sneaky.

“Alright, just a little while longer,” You said with an exasperated sigh. Your body relaxing temporarily to lull him into a false sense of security. The little trick easily fooling the still tired hunter as he looked up at you with bright green puppy eyes and a soft smile of victory.

His grip loosened a little as he shifted to lie on his side and pulled you against him. Making you the small spoon to his big spoon. Though the hunter was soon about to lose one part of the cutlery set, as his now much softer arms gently circled your waist. Both of you still hidden from the world by the impromptu blanket fort.

You loved the way you felt in his arms as he held you close. Your back fit perfectly against his chest, as if you were made to fill the space there and protect the hunter’s tired heart while he slept. For a minute, you just let yourself enjoy it, his arms around you and his lips in your hair peppering it with soft lazy kisses and murmured promises of lazy mornings and eternal love.

Yet, you had to be strong. To resist temptation. And so, you put your sneaky plan into action. With one last longing feel of his arms around you and the feel of his heartbeat through your back.

Squirming in his arms, you pretended to simply be making yourself more comfortable. Until you could find just enough leeway to swiftly roll out of bed. Your little ninja move easily raised a chorus of groans and moans from under the blanket, as your hunter peeked out looking offended at your sneaky escape.

“You promised,” The betrayed hunter said from the bed. His head fully peeking out as he watched you step away from the bed to root through your side of the closet. Sleepy green eyes following you back and forth across the room was the only hint of movement from the stubborn hunter as he chose to stay in bed.

“And I stayed for a little while longer, just as promised,” You countered, throwing a cheeky grin back at your hunter where he’d once more cocooned himself in the blanket. A quiet protest against early mornings and getting out of bed. “Are you sure you’re not getting up?” You tried one last time. Though the childish pout, and the way he’d wrapped himself up like a burrito clearly hinted at a certain Dean Winchester having no plans of getting up anytime soon.

“No, and neither should you,” He grumbled, lifting a hand up and out of the warmth of the blanket in a lazy attempt to tempt you back to the bed and him.

Ignoring the final part of his statement you shrugged as you put a towel on top the clothes in your arms with a theatrical sigh. Your eyes quickly glanced over to the bathroom door before you looked back at him.

“Alright, fine. You win. Stay in bed. I’m gonna jump in the shower,” You said as your eyes met his again. Your own (Y/E/C) eyes grew slightly heated as you watched the damned sinfully sexy man, even when he was acting like a cute spoiled puppy. Biting your lower lip, you left just enough of a pause for the heat in your eyes to fully sink into the hunter’s tired mind before you spoke up again with a shrug.

“I was going to ask you to join me, but I guess…” You sighed. Turning to walk towards the bathroom door to hide your little victorious grin as you heard Dean fight against the sheets in an effort to follow you. The small thud of bare feet hitting the floor signalling that you’d won the war, though you lost most of the morning’s battles. Dean’s voice, now sounding wide awake, reaching you just as you opened the bathroom door.

“I’m up! I’m up and I’m in!”

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Who Can Say if I've Been Changed For the Better?: Ferdibert Does Wicked

This concept has been a bit in building. It started from a much-loved cover by Hubert and Ferdinand’s VAs inspired by their support line and the broad observation that these two are a musicals couple who absolutely would sing their feelings in all manner of theatrical AUs. It continued through my later observation that there’s ample material to carry that idea even further, albeit with a shift outside of Crimson Flower for a better tonal match. Still, I’m not quite sure what to call this project; it’s not really a headcanon nor is it fanfic by any means. I’ve written a handful of longform character/narrative explorations before, although when it comes to FE I’ve previously been inspired to do so only for Jugdral characters. That setting is somehow both underdeveloped and deceptively dense - and I suppose in a way you could say the same of Three Houses as well, insofar as it’s been incredibly popular for fan content of all sorts.

Regardless of what this post is in terms of my fandom output, the following isn’t exactly a Wicked AU as such. Rather, it’s how I would envision a hypothetical blend of the non-CF routes of FE16 centering around the Eagles trio and set to the structure and songs of the musical as organically as possible. There are no 1:1 analogues with characters and plotlines from Wicked, because few if any would exist without a lot of tweaking; to use the VA cover example, Ferdinand might be a decent proxy for G(a)linda, but the mere presence of Edelgard substantially complicates Hubert’s claim to the Elphaba role. The similarities only unravel further from there, but I did my best.

Writing this out gave me the opportunity to play around with Edelgard’s character as a way of addressing what I and many others in my circle have long considered to be some of the major problems with her canon presentation. For Ferdibert meanwhile I got to make use of my headcanons for how their relationship would develop outside of their support line, in a way that mostly preserves Hubert’s delightful evil wickedness. Add some ruminations on how one would splice together the non-CF routes in a dramatically satisfying fashion, some snark directed at the non-character of Byleth, and a bit of background Dimidue/Lions OT5 for spice and that just about sums it up. Enjoy this…whatever this is.

Act I

“No One Mourns the Wicked”

The show opens on the citizens of Adrestia celebrating the death of their emperor and the end of her bloody war. Ferdinand rides in, resplendent on his steed, and is hailed as the new Duke Aegir as he relates to the crowd the news of Edelgard’s death at the hands of the combined army of liberators. The “Are people born wicked?” flashback sequence is replaced with a summary mostly in pantomime of Edelgard’s backstory: the Insurrection, her being taken to Faerghus and then returning, and then being experimented on by the Agarthans before agreeing to work with them. Notably Hubert is not named or referenced anywhere in this song, appearing only as a boy at Edelgard’s side at appropriate times during the flashback.

“Dear Old Shiz”

Someone in the crowd finally brings up Hubert, the emperor’s vile and murderous minister, and accuses Ferdinand of having been his friend. With Ferdinand even more flustered than Glinda since his “It depends on what you mean by friend” definitely carries sexual undertones, so begins the flashback to Part 1. There’s an equivalent intro of Garreg Mach, so one may feel free to insert any headcanons for school songs here. The following dialogue scene establishes the student body in general and the dynamic of the Eagles trio in particular: Ferdinand pompous and eager to one-up Edelgard at any opportunity, and Edelgard and Hubert cold and dismissive toward his antics and just about everyone else for that matter. Edelgard is instantly enamored of the quiet new professor, of course. Because the room assignment conflict doesn’t make a lot of sense with the monastery’s setup, instead Ferdinand is incensed that Edelgard is chosen as the Eagles’ house leader over him even though it’s been ages since a Hresvelg has attended. Neither Nessarose nor Morrible has an exact equivalent (although Seteth can act in Morrible’s role as the academy’s main authority figure), so the segue into the next song ends there.

“The Wizard and I”

Now alone together, Edelgard and Hubert have a brief dialogue outlining their villainous plans for the school year. This establishes Hubert’s hypercompetency but also how detached and professional Edelgard is around him. Then comes the song, now “My Lady and I,” which serves as Hubert’s character introduction. In tones more sinister than Elphaba ever reaches - you know he’d have fun with “When people see me they will scream” - he outlines his history with his lady, that he delights in serving her because she validates his work ethic and gives him an outlet for his ruthlessness and cruelty. Where Elphaba fantasizes about the Wizard removing her green skin, Hubert instead goes full Nice Guy, believing that once he’s given Edelgard her continental empire and crushed all her enemies she’ll be so grateful that of course she’ll put out for him.

“What Is This Feeling?”

You could rip the tone of this one directly from the Ferdibert C support and change nothing - homoerotic subtext included. I like the thought of Hubert replacing Elphaba’s deadpan one-word summation of Galinda with a mocking imitation of Ferdinand's most memetic line: "He is Ferdinand von Aegir!". The chorus can be made up of any number of other students excluding Edelgard, who’d happily agree that Hubert is ugly, creepy, and downright unpleasant.

“Something Bad”

The content of this song and surrounding scenes would have to be completely altered, but they work as a necessary reminder that the plot of Part 1 is still going on in the background of all the school drama. Seteth runs through the major events up to Chapter 9 of the game, including the bandit threat, Flayn’s kidnapping, and the experiments on the Remire villagers. The audience/accompaniment for this exposition dump ought to be Dimitri and Claude with Byleth as a silent observer (more on them later), with Edelgard brushing off the news and eventually being the one to shut down the song as Morrible does. There could be some small side character moments in here as well particularly involving the Lions and Deer since they get so little focus in this story.

“Dancing Through Life”

Speaking of which, this was an awkward sequence to place. It matches up chronologically with the ball in Chapter 9 and the main part, Fiyero’s, is a dead ringer for Sylvain and his flirty, hedonistic nihilism (“Nothing matters / but knowing nothing matters!”), but it’s hard to tie into what’s going on with the Eagles trio particularly with the Ferdibert timeframe preserved, i.e. unlike Elphaba and Galinda they don’t become closer until after the timeskip.

As such I see this song as an opportunity for little vignettes with the other students: Dimitri angry over how Dedue’s talked about and hoping they can share a dance (fitting contrast with the coldness of Edelbert), Felix prickly between Dimitri’s recent outbursts and Sylvain’s showboating, Claude hinting toward the bigger picture with Hilda flitting between her excitement over the dance and knowing more than she's letting on, Dorothea casually taking note of Edelgard’s fascination with Byleth (see just below), Bernadetta as a wallflower who doesn’t want to be disturbed (a setup for Act II), etc. Thanks to one of the Forging Bonds events in Heroes I had the thought that the "You/we deserve each other" through line that later gets attached to Nessarose can become one for Dimitri's relationships, with Felix initially throwing it out at him and Dedue and the two of them then turning "We deserve each other" into a romantic line...and then an ironic one and finally a triumphant one come Act II, by that point with Felix et al included as well.

I’m not sure that the following scene of Galinda and Elphaba bonding on the dance floor really needs an equivalent, although it could be altered to something Edeleth-related. In any case Ferdinand ought to get a dance scene of some nature, so he can try to show up Edelgard as he brags about in canon.

“Popular”

It would be a travesty to have a musical starring FE16’s cast and not give Dorothea and/or Manuela a solo. This song works quite well for the former, and it doesn’t intrude on the Ferdibert development with the aforementioned timeframe and how the lightly sapphic vibe doesn’t translate well to two guys. Dorothea has taken note of her good friend Edie’s crush on their mysteriously wooden professor, and she senses the opportunity for a makeover. Not as exaggerated as Dorothea trying to make over Hubert, naturally, but I still think this works out well. Also, Galinda’s observation on leaders, “Did they have brains or knowledge? / Don’t make me laugh! They were popular!”, is darkly comedic when said to Edelgard.

“I’m Not That Girl”

This song comes with preceding dialogue scenes for setup, so those first. Edelgard emerges fresh from her makeover (given her general hot for teacher fixation, I’m thinking she’d lean pretty hard on the naughty schoolgirl look) to Byleth silently grieving Jeralt’s death - bad timing there. She’s as callous about it as she is in canon, only now with more clumsy flirting, and while it’s impossible as always to tell if Byleth notices or cares Hubert most certainly does. The scene segues into the Eagles trio together, with Edelgard alluding to the upcoming events in the Sealed Forest and indicating that Hubert should meet up with her later for some more villainous scheming after he’s ditched Ferdinand. Ferdinand, indignant about being left out of the loop as he is in canon, grumpily points out that he was a much more splendid dancer at the ball than Edelgard, makeover or not. To his utter surprise, Hubert acknowledges that this is true before leaving. This leads into the actual song, altered from homoerotic via triangulation of desire to an outright sexual awakening for Ferdinand. He realizes that part of his jealousy toward Edelgard is that he wishes Hubert were devoted to him instead, and tells himself not to get his hopes up because he’s, well, not that girl or even a girl. We shall of course leave aside how anyone could be attracted to someone as repulsive as Hubert; that’s part of the inherent comedy of this pairing.

“One Short Day”

This was the hardest song to place in this whole project. The touristy trip to the Emerald City just doesn’t have an analogue in the story of Three Houses, especially not late in Part 1 when tension is mounting toward the upcoming reveal and war. It took me a while to realize that it works wonderfully as an Edeleth piece: Edelgard invites Byleth to Enbarr for her coronation, but that scene is left offscreen in favor of a light romp through the city that further highlights Edelgard’s crush as well as her emotional immaturity in spite of everything she’s about to do. She just wants to have a fun day out and take in the sights and eat sweets with her beloved teacher, and it’s all very “Edge of Dawn”-esque where Edelgard knows she’s about to do terrible things that will change everything forever and hopes to prolong the time until she has to take that step. Adjustments to the lyrics could even work in reference to that song to make the similarities more apparent. An awkward/funny issue here is that I envision Byleth to be totally silent throughout this musical with no sung or spoken parts, which would naturally make them having a duet impossible and make Edelgard’s fascination with them even weirder. Even their gender should be left ambiguous throughout, somehow never confirmed if it’s m!Byleth or f!Byleth. It would take a lot of reworking, but I can see the value in it.

“A Sentimental Man”

The core of the Wizard’s character is not all that different from Rhea’s. Both were thrust unexpectedly into positions of authority that required them to enact a large-scale deception to maintain their power/safety, and both are driven somewhat by parental feelings. The tone of the Wizard’s songs doesn’t align well with Rhea, but once you cut out the vaudeville and do some rewording I could see this one working as Rhea addressing her child (among other things) Byleth at the Holy Tomb just before the Flame Emperor reveal. Of course the dramatic irony hits differently; Rhea knows who and what Byleth is whereas the Wizard doesn’t learn about Elphaba until the end of the show. Nonetheless this would still establish Rhea’s character and motivations as well as set the stage for the impending betrayal.

“Defying Gravity”

Said betrayal being Byleth’s, who decides to stand by Rhea and condemn Edelgard as the Flame Emperor when she arrives with her army. This is another song in parts that would need to be broken up. Edelgard gets the bulk of it, but the middle sections between Elphaba and Glinda could work as a kind of separated duet with Edelgard and Hubert attempting to convince Byleth and Ferdinand respectively to join them. Because of Byleth’s silence only Ferdinand can reply in song; only he and Edelgard add the “my friend” bit to the end of this segment, to illustrate the unevenness of Edeleth and Ferdibert at this point in the story. Then things turn to full bombast, albeit darker than in Wicked proper. Edelgard does the belting, Hubert’s sinister laughter reverberates below her (would it be too tasteless for him to be leering up her skirt the whole time?), Ferdinand has Glinda’s mournful “I hope you’re happy!” toward Hubert, and through this and the reprise of “No One Mourns the Wicked” the major events of the timeskip are enacted in pantomime or silhouette. Byleth tumbles off a cliff, Rhea is taken captive as is Dimitri but Dedue rushes after him, and Claude makes a tactical retreat. Side note: “And if I’m flying solo, / at least I’m flying free” is classic Edelgard fixating on Byleth and forgetting that Hubert exists.

Act II

“Thank Goodness”

A surprisingly tough one here. The core of the song, pivoting around the double meaning of “I couldn’t be happier,” suits early Part 2 Ferdinand perfectly, second-guessing his choice and, outside of CF, melancholy about fighting his homeland. In terms of plot it’s an easy translation too, with the crowd announcing the terrible things the Empire has been doing to win its war - persecuting believers, abducting civilians and turning them into Demonic beasts, consorting with inhuman shadowy figures who can disguise themselves as ordinary people - and the assembly working as a way to bring together the leads of the three routes: Byleth, Dimitri (who had Dedue always at his side and thus never had a full psychotic break), Claude, and Seteth, with Ferdinand representing the Adrestian resistance. It’s only the wedding announcement that’s hard to pin down, and I toyed with a number of ideas including Dimidue making yet another public declaration of devotion to one another or Ferdinand planning to follow through with his arranged marriage to Bernadetta they have in their supports (which makes more sense in light of the following sequence). In the end though I don’t think the marriage element is strictly necessary, leaving the song as a means of catching up with the cast five years later and seeing them united against Edelgard - with Ferdinand’s private regrets the only sour note.

“Wicked Witch of the East”

More a dialogue than a song, but still important. Bernadetta is arguably the Eagle other than Hubert most comfortable supporting Edelgard, because all Edelgard has to do is put Count Varley under house arrest for Bernadetta to sing the emperor’s praises. I can also see her as the same sort of self-centered, negligent ruler that Nessarose becomes in Wicked, not because of an unrequited attraction but because of her reclusive desire to be left alone. I see this scene playing out as Hubert surprising Bernadetta at her estate, angry about rumors that she may be helping the rebels and/or engaged to Ferdinand if going with that plot point after Edelgard has done her the favor of locking up her father. He’s fully prepared to, ahem, “persuade” Bernadetta, but before he can break out the torture implements Ferdinand arrives asking for her to support the rebels’ cause.

Farcical, sure, but it gets the two of them together again after five years and underscores how strong their UST has become in their time apart, with Hubert too flabbergasted to attack a known enemy and Ferdinand expressing how happy he is to see Hubert again despite everything. Each learns that the other isn’t as happy about his chosen path as he’d hoped, in Hubert’s case because his lady has grown ever more distant from him as the war has dragged on. Bernadetta cuts through the tension by bringing things back to the song (sort of) and blurting out that she knows both sides are marshalling their forces near Gronder Field. Ferdinand is too caught up in the fraught romance angle to do more than leave with this new information, but Hubert recovers enough to condemn Bernadetta for her flagrant misrule (venting by inference his frustrations toward Edelgard in the process) and resolve to set her on fire for her treachery.

“I’m Not That Girl (Reprise)”

The Gronder rematch happened offscreen - and Bernadetta was indeed set on fire - and on the Imperial side Edelgard is left increasingly frustrated over her losses and hurt that Byleth still refuses to listen to her and continues to fight her regime. You may notice that I’ve shuffled around the middle of Act II, necessary at this point in order to better line up with FE16’s story and Hubert and Edelgard’s separate narrative climaxes while also ensuring that those climaxes don’t overlap too much. This song is only a brief reprise, but it’s a significant one; Hubert finally realizes that Edelgard will never love him. It’s also kept gender-neutral, because Byleth.

“As Long as You’re Mine”

That segues naturally into this moment. Ferdinand sneaks into Enbarr using his unexpected stealth powers (I usually talk about Dedue having them, but Ferdinand shows he’s no slouch in his Mercedes supports) and encounters Hubert. Their UST boils over in a furor of awkward, impassioned sex and also this song. I like the idea of rewording some of Fiyero's lines to incorporate Hubert's acidic snark: “Maybe you’re brainless, / maybe you’re wise.” It’s all very desperate and sensual, ending with Ferdinand taking Elphaba’s line about feeling wicked for the first time - which will have a dark reverberation two songs from now.

“Wonderful”

Again, axe the vaudeville and it’s a solid Rhea song. There’s just the small problem of Rhea being captured at this point in the plot; I thought about moving this number toward the very end at first before reconsidering. While Hubert and Ferdinand are rolling in the sheets, a distraught Edelgard confronts Rhea in prison. Rhea responds to Edelgard’s frustrations with Byleth with her backstory in song, much more somber than the Wizard but, like him, still willing to rehabilitate her estranged listener. The bits of this song about the nature of history are especially relevant to what Edelgard falsely believes about the church and what she views as her own legacy, so I could see this as an interesting character study on what Edelgard actually wanted with her war apart from dragon genocide. There’s a lot that could be done here in the dialogue surrounding those revelations.

“No Good Deed”

However the interrogation of Rhea turns out, Edelgard takes a leaf out of SS Dimitri’s book and visits Byleth alone at the monastery, only to be as harshly rebuffed as is possible to be without the rebuffer speaking. Then comes this song, which was incidentally the one where I realized that Edelgard would need a major role in FE16-does-Wicked even with the Ferdibert focus. Hubert fully embraced his evil wickedness long ago and wouldn’t think twice about being wicked or being perceived as such, but Edelgard is a different matter. Here she breaks down, admitting that her good intentions were largely selfish and that she regrets that her war has cost her any relationship she could have had with Byleth (continuing the joke at his expense, Hubert goes unmentioned when Edelgard names the people she’s lost/failed). It ends with a foreshadowing of her Hegemon form, the sign that she’s abandoned all pretense of goodness and become truly wicked.

“March of the Witch Hunters”

Another ensemble/vignette piece, checking in with the various members of Byleth’s army as they prepare to storm Enbarr. Dimitri hopes for the chance to forgive his stepsister, Claude has big plans for the continent and wants to remove the threat Edelgard poses, Seteth is desperate to find Rhea, and Byleth…is there. As in many of the songs, the self-righteousness of the crowd here rings more sincere and less hypocritical than in Wicked given Three Houses has actual villains, but it still works.

“For Good”

The song that inspired this whole thing, now with many paragraphs of context to set it up instead of only some fluff based on the Ferdibert A+ support. Ferdinand sneaks into Enbarr (again) ahead of the battle, and their second love ballad is more somber as they resign themselves to their fates. As in the VA cover, Hubert refuses to ask forgiveness for anything and Ferdinand is fine with that.

“Finale”

Wicked reduces the final battle from The Wizard of Oz to silhouettes backed by sections of “No One Mourns the Wicked,” and that’s what comes here: Ferdinand and Hubert facing each other in battle, Edelgard becoming the Hegemon before being defeated and then dying as in AM’s final cutscene, and Dimitri taking the throne with Dedue at his side and proclaiming his intention to do all he can to restore both the Kingdom and Duscur - and that his first act as king is to announce that he and Dedue have decided to open their marriage up. This is met with much manly cheering and stripping and someone (Ashe?) saying incredulously that he didn’t even know they were married. End silhouettes.

The final scene with the Wizard and Morrible becomes Claude, Seteth, and Byleth rescuing Rhea. Rhea names Byleth her successor as leader of the church and says that she will go into quiet seclusion and do what she can to correct her mistakes. This all suits Claude just fine, who tells everyone that he’s off to take care of some other business and that Byleth will make a great archbishop - and also they can have the Alliance, no big deal. As with the King of Faerghus’s gay orgies, the King of Almyra’s grand ambitions are too large for this story to do more than allude to.

Next, Ferdibert does a version of the Elphaba/Fiyero scene, with Ferdinand revealing that he had Hubert spared on the condition that he help root out any remaining Agarthans and that he remain under house arrest at the Aegir estate. Ferdinand was also required to assume governance of the Empire, because Dimitri wasn’t getting that dumped on him as well. They can be together, but the general population can’t know that Hubert survived lest Ferdinand’s reputation and basic ethics be compromised…which in a darkly funny hypocritical twist then segues to Ferdinand pontificating before the crowd at the beginning of the show, reprising “For Good” with Hubert until they’re drowned out by “No One Mourns the Wicked.” Thus the story concludes on one of my favorite things about Ferdibert: perhaps even in this non-CF continuity Ferdinand wasn’t changed for the better by falling in love with the Most Wicked Man in Fódlan, but they’ve both been changed….

#Fire Emblem #FE16 #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Ferdibert #Hubert von Vestra #Ferdinand von Aegir

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mysticalseamstress · 4 years ago

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The Beginning Of The Trade

Maryam expected a grand throne room, full of servants and others much like herself who were burdened by debt. Tall ceilings, tapestries woven to tell tales of misfortune for the delight of the Employer, statues of those who had succumbed to the ever increasing debt hoisted upon them by the Employer. Failing that, maybe a court in a clearing, looming trees of impossible reach from which trophies of acquisitions could hang, like the fruits of infinite hunts. Rows of trunks leading to the ruler of this land.

She had not expected a library, though in retrospect it made sense. Keeping track of all trades and debts in a physical form was only logical. Even if the trades involved non physical things.

At a glance, it could have been a normal library, if you ignored how impossibly tall the bookshelves were, extending far above Maryam's head, into darkness that seemed to grow like vines down to the edges of the lights, themselves dangling from the very darkness they were holding at bay, like flowers against pitch.

"i can feel your presence."

Maryam did not react. She merely kept walking, following the oddly accurate signage. "Skeptics, bookshelves 5335-6011 -->", "Inventory, bookshelves 00A-FFF <---", "Unresolved, bookshelf 5 v". She wondered if altering the books would alter the terms of any of these trades, or if it would merely upset the Employer. Maybe she would try later if things did not go according to plan. She had her glamour up, masking her near-entire wooden form to present herself in the flesh. It would do little to help against the Employer, but the her that had planned all of this felt it was a confidence boost. Her current self hardly felt a difference.

"cat got your tongue? wait, no, i have it. silly me. it is on loan to you though."

Maryam had stopped at a signpost in an intersection between seven aisles, directions pointing in every which way. She spotted the one she was looking for at the top of this post, much as she had done since entering the library. "The Employer, Trader of Fortunes, Keeper of Transactions, Firemind of Commerce, Elephant Minded, Terror of Teflon, straight ahead."

Straight ahead, as far as Maryam had experienced, merely meant to the next post, which would point her in a different direction. But she was patient. She had no other option.

"to what do i owe the pleasure? you could talk to me from my mirror at my shop."

"I Have A New Deal To Make With You. One I Think You Will Be Inclined To Accept. I Felt It Important Enough To Come In Person."

The lights dimmed, and bookshelves began to move on their own, zooming past her as the library seemed to reshape itself in response to her words. After a moment, instead of the infinite aisles in every direction, she was standing on a single corridor, bookshelves on either side and behind her. The only way was forward.

"oh you know i cannot resist a trade. you should have said so sooner! please come along, you will be right with me."

The corridor took a sharp turn, obscuring her view further ahead. She could hear the sound of writing implements on paper around the corner, punctuated by the sound of books snapping shut.

As she turned the corner, she was greeted by a gigantic open space, the walls of bookshelves far enough that they almost disappeared in the distance. Before her, however, was a person sitting at a desk with a long queue of books floating before them. They were almost entirely nondescript, a forgettable build, and a forgettable face, browsing an open book before them with visible boredom. The book was swiftly replaced by the next in the queue, flying open before this person, only to be replaced almost immediately. Each book flew away into the distance, probably to find its proper location in the library. The person barely moved to acknowledge Maryam's presence.

"you will have to forgive me for not giving you my undivided attention," they said, their voice remaining monotone even as it changed into the voices of many others yet remained the same. "there are multiple things that i simply must take care of. but you know i will listen, i am always listening, you know?"

Had Maryam not locked her reactions away with her eye, she would have shuddered. But that was such a long time ago. That was so many people ago.

"I Am Aware Of Your Business, And How Occupied You Are."

"good. i must admit i am surprised you made your way here. how many more trades and agreements did you accept to gain access to this place? naughty, naughty... if i knew any better i would ask if you had ulterior motives. now, about your eye..."

"I Cannot Be Surprised You Would Know What This Trade Is About. It Is The Last Thing I Have To Trade."

"i will be getting it in time even if you choose not to trade it. what makes you think i would want to get it earlier? what do you want in exchange for what remains of you?"

"Freedom. For Nathan, For Tavros From Whatever You May Be Plotting."

"you think your eye is enough to cover for Nathan's budging debt, and a potential new employee?"

"I Know It Is. Even When I Took The Brunt Of A Trade For A Client, Your Influence Never Extended Far. I Know My Worth."

A small smile appeared in the person's lips, and their eyes finally left the books to look at Maryam.

"i guess all these millenia working for me gave you a sense for the value of things"

"Indeed."

The Employer stood, pushing their chair onto the ground with a loud crack. The books scattered in all directions as the Employer moved around the desk. With each step, their form changed, taking in the form of Maryam, as she had been when she made the first trade. They (she?) looked small. Even when Maryam had stopped aging shortly after, time had given her a stoic demeanor that did little to hide her age. The younger Kanaya before her might as well have been a toddler.

A toddler with the voice of thousands, and a stare that betrayed a creature that delighted in grief.

"you know that, regardless of what you are planning, i will get both of them in the end, correct? and your dear friend the void entity as well?"

"If You Are So Sure, Then You Could Stop Stalling, And Accept The Deal."

"half the fun is seeing the loser squirm."

"Are Trades Not Supposed To Be Equal And Fair, Without A 'Loser'?"

"you have been under my employ long enough that you know that is not true, dear maryam. do not insult my intelligence or yours."

They turned, their form changing once more as they did. As they reached their desk once more, the left half of their face resembled Serket, while their right half resembled Loom's.

"you have been busy gathering friends and materials. i wonder if you told them about your little plan?"

"If I Had, I Fear They Would Have Tried To Stop Me. This Needed To Happen."

"aw, you will only hurt your friends pushing them away like this. don't you cawe about theiw feewings?"

"Mocking Tones Hardly Suit You."

The Employer laughed, shaking their head, the features of the other trolls disappearing.

"that is a lie."

The Employer looked at Maryam, their smile growing slowly on their lips.

"very well. your eye, and i stop my current plans for tavros, and nathan's debt disappears. he still lives in the shop so i think his debt will only naturally rack up once more. tavros is naturally curious, i am sure he will come to me eventually."

"That Is For Them To Work Out In The Future."

"ah, what the heck, i am feeling generous. i will not initiate contact with nathan either."

"How Magnanimous."

"it is the employee discount you have earned, my dear."

The Employer extended their hand to Maryam.

"in exchange, you will be mine in perpetuity. which i am sure your friends will be delighted to know about."

"We Shall See."

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#plot #The Employer #One Final Trade

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hi-epervier · 5 years ago

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In other news I'm back with more Naruto & Fugaku Uchiha dumbassery!! Still pre-sasunaru (for now). Now tagged 'matchmaking tyrant au' and 'mt' for easier search.

When Fugaku is not singing the praises of Japan (free healthcare. Does Naruto have any STIs? What? It's a valid concern. Having been dropped on his head as an infant is not an excuse for neglecting his health) he's on the phone barking orders to some poor bastard.

At some point early on, Naruto goes 'How come you never call your family? Don't you miss them?'

And gets told that keeping in touch would only serve to worry them needlessly. Fun fact: Naruto is a garbage collector. He has a PhD in bullshit.

'Well, yeah, okay. But what about just calling them, without mentioning the hospital thing?'

'...That is wholly unnecessary. My responsibilities-'

'I'm sure mrs Old Pimp would appreciate a call. Come on. It's your wife! Don't you want to talk to your wife?'

'I assure you that Mikoto does not require-'

'I'll let you get me a new shirt if you call them right now.'

Naruto's shirts collection is comprised of three identical orange rags riddled with stains and holes. All previous attempts of shoving money at the brat to make him replace them with something decent were shut down.

Fugaku makes the call.

It goes well, if by 'well', one means that it's marginally less mortifying once it's established that he is indeed not dying, nor in any immediate danger of doing so, and that no, there's no natural disaster currently unfolding, nor economy collapse, nor any urgent matter of any kind. Fugaku is calling because he felt like it, out of his own free will. Mikoto teases that now she knows he must have food poisoning. Then, mercifully, she makes small talk. Fugaku forms one full, stilted sentence, and a series of grunts, and, eventually, gets to mumble something that may or may not resemble a 'goodnight'.

'That wasn't so hard, huh, you old bastard? Don't you feel much better now?'

Fugaku should have bargained to make it two shirts.

In the mornings, Naruto rises bright and early and leaves with a 'please don't croak while I'm at work, Cranky Old Pimp!'

His day starts with collecting people's shit to throw it in the truck. It's an ok job, once you get over the smell, and the maggots, and the fucking squirrels, all of which he already had to deal with as a kid anyways. At least he's not stuck in an office. And in winter he knows which dumpsters are more likely to have someone hiding in them.

After that, he usually has one of two part-time gigs, but the boss of the fast-food place has been riding his ass more and more about the orders Naruto messed up once or twice, and he suspects he's going to be fired soon (his short-term memory is pretty shit, as well as his focus if he's not bouncing, or dancing, or just doing anything that involves moving a lot; but he'd been trying, and he'd hoped that being nice to customers would save his ass). Demand for construction workers is at a low, so he's been meaning to find a new job, but his dyslexia is making things difficult, and as a cherry on top of this shit cake, his cheap phone died last month. In short, he's pretty much fucked. He's not one to let that stop him, though.

Plus, there are people he can't let down.

Fugaku is a naughty old bastard.

'What the fuck do you mean, you're 'going to the office'?!'

'You came in at 2 in the morning covered in shiny substance and looking like you'd been mauled.'

Yeah, the old asshole had teared him a new one and decided he was 'grounded'. Naruto had told him to go fuck himself.

'It's glitter, oh my god, and the nice nurses said you need to rest! Sakura is going to beat my ass when she hears about this!'

This sounds like a your problem.'

'A you problem, it's you! You! At least say it correctly!'

'Did I stutter?'

Naruto may have created a monster.

If the old man is well enough to sneak off to buy stocks, he's well enough to make himself useful. Naruto needles him into coming with to the food bank. It's easy getting Fugaku short-notice permission to give a hand, because Naruto is a regular volunteer and seems to get along with everyone.

As always, Fugaku complains a lot; about the quality of the food, about unsavory characters and slackers, about work conditions, about pens. Most of Naruto's friends take a dislike to him immediately for being a disrespectful asshole, but. He gets the work done.

He also bosses around several more impressionable volunteers and somehow manages to make the process more efficient, and he's really good at soothing that one baby whose mom couldn't find a nanny that day, so, hey, silver linings.

Fugaku hates every single minute of it.

(Okay, maybe not the baby.)

(He wasn't kidding about grandchildren. Fugaku loves babies.)

(They like him back They're discerning creatures, unlike teenagers.)

They go shopping.

'When I said you could buy me a shirt, I meant a normal one for like, 20 bucks! Not... this!'

Fugaku will be taking his business to a different tailor in the future, and firing the imbecile who recommended this establishment.

This isn't in any way related to Naruto's deafening screech that 'Oh my god, they think you're my sugar daddy!' in the middle of measurements taking, nor with the humiliation of being associated with this cretin.

They powerwalk their way out of the store at a sensible pace.

'They thought that you-' something something, hand gestures. 'Me' shirt, not orange. 'For sex! Ew! Ew ew ew!'

...

This is preprosterous.

'I'm a married man.'

'Oh, good, so it's not me, it's you?'

Fugaku pulls a face like he just stepped in a turd.

He really should have bargained to make it two shirts.

#naruto uzumaki #fugaku uchiha #matchmaking tyrant au #sasunaru #narusasu #sns #mt #no sasuke yet i know i know #soon guys #there's a point to the dumbass supreme just you wait

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gdcee · 5 years ago

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Late March 1727, HMS Superb

Somewhere in the Caribbean Sea

James knew Commodore St. Lo as he knew many of the officers stationed in the West Indies and the Americas. That is to say, he was on amicable terms with most of them, but they were more or less professional acquaintances. The only officers James considered friends were Andrew and Theo. He was content for everyone else from work to remain acquaintances - some friendly, and others not so much.

James had considered St. Lo to be one of the friendly acquaintances. He was the consummate career soldier - not particularly creative or brilliant, but sensible, determined and thorough. He was reliable and loyal, with decades of experience and a strong sense of justice.

This unfortunately had resulted in him being given the most thankless and dull assignments the Navy had to offer. St. Lo had initially been posted to the Newfoundland Station, where he had to contend with uncooperative, corrupt governors, a non-productive fishery and perpetual turf wars between the colonists and fishermen. Then, late last year, he had been ordered to take command of the Porto Bello Blockade to replace the then recently deceased Vice-Admiral Hosier - a task just as thankless and dull, but far more unpleasant and potentially life-threatening.

St. Lo regarded James gravely from under his heavy, bushy grey eyebrows. The rims of his eyes were red and his gaze slightly unfocused.

“I have received your report, Captain Norrington,” he said, his voice noticeably hoarse, “I would like to hear your justification for engaging the Spanish Treasure Fleet when our orders are to refrain from any actions that could be interpreted as a direct incursion on Porto Bello.”

"It was my understanding that we were to prevent the Spanish Treasure Fleet from leaving the Caribbean.”

“Indeed. I have listened to the accounts of the captured Spanish officers, and they say that you took no action to stop them.”

“I was not initially aware that anyone had left. It was very dark, sir.”

“Somehow, you became aware that five ships had slipped past, so you left your post in the blockade. Not only that, you convinced the commanders of The Dauntless, The Portland and The Greyhound to join you in your misconduct.”

“I am flattered that you have such a high opinion of my oratory skills, sir.”

Truthfully, it hadn’t taken much convincing. Theo had been itching to do something productive and Commanders Harris and Fowler were notoriously combative and greedy for prize money. The real challenge had been keeping the Dreadful Duo under control until the time was right.

“The Spanish officers stated that it was two days before you made contact.”

James had been quite pleased that his little ragtag squadron had been able to stalk the galleons and their escorting warships undetected until they had cleared Spanish maritime borders.

“Yes. Once we caught up, I hailed them from The Interceptor, and informed them that they were to return immediately to Porto Bello,” James said mildly, his brows rising and lowering reflexively as he added, “They weren't very cooperative.”

“...you think yourself very clever, don't you, Captain Norrington?”

Well, quite frankly, yes. Why should he not? He had managed to deny Spain a great deal of treasure, the shipwrights back in Portsmouth now had two new state-of-the-art frigates to study, and he had managed to do all of that without explicitly violating any of Walpole’s asinine orders.

James did not say of that, of course.

“I cannot say,” he instead demurred, “I was taught that it is considered bad form to blow one's own trumpet.”

“Ha.” St. Lo said humourlessly, “If only your sparkling wit gave amusement alone instead of coming bundled with stress and headaches.”

James couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish. St. Lo had obviously been given a difficult and thankless task. The poor bugger looked like death warmed up. He didn’t deserve to have more burdens added to his load.

But the senseless deaths, the utter uselessness of the Blockade - these injustices were exactly why James could not simply sit and do nothing.

"If my actions have caused you distress,” he said quietly, “I apologize. However, I do not regret my actions, and if any disciplinary action is to be taken-”

“Don't be daft,” St. Lo coughed raggedly into his handkerchief, “Your little squadron captured three galleons, two warships and a big fucking pile of gold. The Admiralty and Whitehall are pleased as punch. Of course, they want me to make a show of smacking you on the nose like a naughty dog, but rest assured, no one wants you gone. Not even Walpole.”

“Fucking Walpole,” James muttered.

“I don’t like Cock Robin any more than you do,” he sighed, “But you’d best be careful not to make yourself any more visible to the most powerful man in London. Right now, he’s only annoyed, and he’s hardly going to say no to a million pesos in gold. If you decide to play hard and fast again and the outcome turns out not to be so lucrative...” His lips thinned and his bleary blue eyes sharpened for an instant and fixed him with a hard stare. “It might not end so well for you.”

James met his stare firmly without flinching.

“Well, then,” he said, “I suppose this means I shall have to be careful not to make any mistakes.”

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #james norrington #i am a mad person and actually went through the colonial and west indies records #i have decided that i like edward st. lo #he stood up for an irish catholic fisherman who was being bullied by the newfoundland governor

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steamracha · 6 years ago

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{warnings: dom!reader, sub!seungmin, mommy kink, degradation, edging, orgasm denial}

[11:46pm] "fuck!" you certainly don't expect to be greeted with a long, drawn out moan when you enter your otherwise silent apartment after an exhausting day at work- but hey, you're not complaining.

the familiar lewd noises grow louder and louder as you near the bedroom and you feel curiosity pooling in your gut, making a dull ache form in the space between your legs. you enter the room as silently as possible, slipping in past the doorway to set down your bag and drink in hungrily the sight before you.

your boyfriend's bare body lays splayed deliciously across the mattress, his tear-filled eyes screwed shut and cock hard between his hands, red and angry looking.

a smile plays on your lips as you watch seungmin twist his slick fingers with desperation and let out another whine, completely oblivious to his new audience. a sliver of drool dribbles carelessly from the corner of his cherry-like bitten lips while he unconsciously moans out a fucked out "mommy", and that's all it takes for you to snap, eyes dark and sparkling with mischief.

you certainly don't regret interrupting his next weak moan, making him freeze, cheeks burning and teary eyes fluttering open, unfocused and glazed over.

"enjoying yourself are we, angel?"

your tone is dangerous and he blinks and tries hard to scramble up, only slip pathetically back onto the covers with a small groan. whatever whimpering pleas he tries to excuse himself with falls on deaf ears as you take a couple of rapid steps forward, moving on top of the boy and caging his frozen figure in. from the closeness of your bodies, you can easily see the way droplets of sweat are beginning to glisten along his temples and notice the tempting curve of his adam's apple as he swallows, eyes shining from tears, blown wide with fear and unadulterated lust.

at his meaningless mumbling, you scowl, bringing up your denim-covered knee to press harshly between his thighs, rubbing against his swollen tip and along his length. "answer when you're spoken to, baby use your words. you don't want to make mommy even more mad, do you?"

he gulps, cheeks flushed as he struggles to speak, a choked whine bubbling at his lips. "no- no, mommy, please, i'm sorry!" his eyes are half-shut in his pleasured state, glittering with tears and prompting you to move further away teasing him.

"baby's been bad, 'm sorry, please mommy, please, I just- i need you, so bad!" he whines in earnest now, frustrated at the lack of contact and thrusting his hips upwards to rut against you in a desperate attempt to meet your teasing, fleeting touches. a split second later, he realises his mistake, causing his his eyes to fly open, tears now streaming down his pink cheeks. "hngh , wait-!"

but it's too late. you waste no time in moving away, like flinching from the hot splash of oil against your skin, features instantly turning stony with disappointment written all across your face. it's almost as though invisible electricity is crackling in the dimly lit room, tension growing thick as you stare him down with a bitterly disapproving glare.

"you just couldn't contain yourself, could you, you desperate little whore?"

he knows he's messed up when you use the degrading term, but can't help but swallow and press his legs together in arousal anyway. you're enjoying yourself immensely, if the gradual dampening of your ruined panties is anything to go by, but you continue to watch him with an angry, calculated gaze.

"my stupid little cumslut just couldn't wait for mommy to come home, you had to go and break mommy's rules." you tut, pressing your foot without mercy to his throbbing erection, making him hiss softly, expression twisting with pleasurable pain. he knows that he just has to say a little word to get you to stop your ministrations, but he's enjoying this far too much to do anything but moan his filthiest moan.

"i was going to let you off, make you cum in the way only i can, but you had to be a dumb fucking brat as well, didn't you?"

a sharp slap echoes through the room and seungmin’s thigh flares with pain that sends jolts up to his poor leaking cock, which twitches, untouched. you snicker, amused that he's so eager, so sensitive even while receiving stinging pain to his responsive body.

"you're such a naughty little baby today, minnie. what should i do with you, hmm?" you pretend to think, pressing harder and listening to his loud whimpers. "answer me, slut, what do you want me to do with you? you know you don't deserve anything from mommy. i should just not touch you for the next month, would you like that, would that teach you a lesson?"

seungmin cries out at the increased pressure on his aching dick and violently shakes his head, yearning for more, for anything. he whines like a pathetic pup, sobbing. "mo-mommy, sorry mommy, fuck, i'll be good, momma! i've been such a bad slut, just couldn't stop thinking about you."

"oh?" you laugh darkly, bending down to wrap your hands around him and twist it deftly around the base of his leaking cock, "what were you thinking of, slut?"

he can't help but squirm at your endless touches, gasping. "was thinking about- ahh- about mommy's hands, oh, mommy's hands around- around my throat, choking me like her desperate whore, your fingers in my mouth- ah, mommy you feel so good, mhmm, oh my god- your hands and mouth around me, on my pathetic cock, making me feel so good."

he sobs harder now, a line drool leaking down his chin. you take your free hand to run your fingers up his arched torso, taking your time to skim the dips of his chest and gently press against the swell of his neck. he can't help but quietly let out a muffled moan at that- interesting, you think, storing that piece of information away for later.

you use your thumb to smear the drool along his bottom lip, rubbing it in before pushing your digit past his eager, red lips. he sucks pliantly on it and you insert your middle and index fingers, roughly pushing in and out as he swirls his tongue around you, collecting his spit on them.

seungmin whines lowly from the back of his throat when you pull them out with a slick, sinfully wet sound, only to moan out once you run that hand along his twitching dick, smearing the spit with his precum and using it to jerk him off at a vicious speed.

a string of curses and moans leave his lips, mind lost in the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him. between his mindless exclamations, he cries out praise for you, letting you know that his mommy feels so good, nobody can make him feel as good as his mommy, on and on until he's a tongue-tied mess.

his babbles are high-pitched and whiny making you groan at his arousing words, a coil of insatiable heat twisting inside of you. you know he's close already, what with his leaking, red cock and scrunched up features.

"is my greedy baby close? do you want to be a good little slut and cum for mommy?" He nods eagerly at your cooing, soft, pleased gasps escaping his mouth. he’s so wrecked for you, so, so good, and you know for a fact that it's already too much for him. "will you be a good baby boy and let go for me, yeah? how does that sound, baby? i need to hear words now, come on."

fingers twisting in the sheets, his voice is getting higher and louder, but neither of you can find any concern for your poor neighbours right now, too lost in each others sounds and needs. just a little more.

you twist and tug, turn your fingers and flick your wrist with expert precision, getting him closer and closer, but not letting him get his long-awaited release.

seungmin is fucked out and panting heavily with tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he tries his hardest to find the words, to string together the right letters to get his sweet, delicious end. "ple-please, please mommy! hngh, ohh, please, fuck, let me cum, please-!"

just as the rolling crescendo of waves rocking his body approach, burning him up and searing his insides, finally allowing his worn body to get what he has been dying to feel, the gushing tidal wave of pleasure that signals his end, an end to the desperate ache and the snapping of the twisted coil of arousal that has been building steadily inside of him, making him cry out- all of a sudden, he feels it disappear as quickly as it had arrived.

seungmin yells in frustration, hiccuping and sobbing again once he realises what has happened. you've removed your hands, choosing to squeeze tightly at his base instead, not allowing him to cum at all. he feels his high slip away, replaced by a more needy ache than before that makes him cry harder, thrashing against your hold.

his head rolls back, hips bucking against thin air to get some sort of friction, failing miserably. "please…" you push him down, frowning and stroking one of his thighs with a sadistic sort of caress, pout playing at your lips. "come on, minnie, you know better than this." your tone drips with hunger, making seungmin gasp with want, with need.

"you really thought i'd let you cum after you disobeyed mommy like that?" tutting once again, you make quick work of stripping and swing your legs so you sit, panting and straddling one of his muscular thighs.

"no, of course i won't let you off that easily. you deserve a punishment baby, and i hope you know that you're not cumming tonight until you're begging and screaming for me to touch you." seungmin groans weakly as you begin moving forward and backwards on his flexing leg, pressing your lips to the junction of his neck and shoulder, biting bruises onto the canvas of his skin.

"now, i think it's finally mommy's turn to feel good, don't you think so, slut?"

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Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: Work, work, work. And finally write. I SHOULD have time this coming weekend to post the next chapter, as well. So, the wait won’t be quite as long this time. If you want tagged, please send an ask or message so I am sure to see it. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Sexual Tension. Porn descriptions. Pre-smut. Upcoming smut.

Word Count: Roughly 3,300

“Sam!” You shrieked. The high pitched rage echoed through the empty walls as you stormed forward. Out for blood.

You'd finally broke. It took three weeks. Three long weeks. But, he finally did it. Ripped away the self control you'd fought so hard to hold in place.

He'd put the snake in the toilet first. Using the ammo you'd unintentionally offered up on a silver platter. Although, Sam put his predecessors to shame. Ensuring not to injure the poor creature while torturing you. Seran-wrap held it away from the germ-filled bowl. A note warning the toilet was out of order left you to pick up the lid. Only to have the slithering beast come at you.

A large spider under your pillow. Crickets all over your room. Both came with notes to ensure their safety. But, didn't lessen the frustration.

Your favorite pair of shoes weren't safe. Nothing was sacred in the younger Winchester's eyes. He glued them to the floor. Leaving you with two possibilities. To fall. Or to go without until you could get them unstuck. You'd face planted.

Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash were filled with food coloring. You had purple tints to your skin even after scrubbing until the water turned to ice. Trying to focus on the fact that you were the better person got you nowhere.

And that wasn't the end to his tricks. He'd taken notes from the biggest trickster he'd- and the planet- had ever known. But, it was something ridiculously simple that made you lose that final shred of sanity.

He'd simply taken your favorite coffee creamer. Using the final bit himself. Then, he'd replaced it with water. The mildest trick in his little black note book.

Five minutes. That's all it took to level the playing field. A deep, roar of fury echoed down the hall. Without flinching, you leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Waiting next to the water main. It took mere seconds for him to locate you.

“Give me one- damn good- reason why I shouldn't strangle you.” He hissed out, stalking your way. Still dripping. Goosebumps raised along his flesh as he held his towel in place around his hips.

“You'd end up naked, and Dean would assume it was some kinky sex thing gone wrong. Then, you'd get all the blame.” You answered, letting your eyes skim over his soaked chest hair that trailed down to somewhere more promising. Your voice dropped even lower at the sight. “Breath play is making a come back, though...”

His skin was golden, taunt over the muscles. His anti-possession tattoo had recently been touched up, and stood out darkly across the wet flesh. His hair was slicked back, emphasizing that he'd run his hand through it from the frustration you caused.

The total package only served to raise your ire. He was stunning. The man even smelled amazing over the distance between you two.

“Not good enough,” Sam moved forward. Intent on murder after the briefest moment of thought. Too clear on what he planned for you to stand. “Dean's out.”

“You know what else wasn't good enough?” Came the question. All husky and filled with promise. Hazel eyes deepened at that. Nostrils flared. It was your turn to take a step his way. Stopping just as your shirt absorbed some of the water off of his body. “The water trick.”

Your hand came out and snatched the towel away from his waist. Bolting, you didn't wait for him to catch on. Using surprise to give yourself half a chance.

“Y/N!” His bellowing nearly shattered your ear drums.

You didn't turn back. The wet plod of his footsteps was too close. But, it wasn't good enough. You found your escape. A small zig zag bought you a single, crucial second. His hand missed the back of your shirt as you turned. Right into his room.

The door was slammed and locked before Sam could process what had happened. Breathing hard, you leaned against the wood. Laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation you'd found yourself in.

“When you get out, we're settling this!” He yelled out. His fists slamming into the wood; shaking your body in the process. You weren't completely sure what he intended by that comment, but surely it couldn't get worse than being chased by a naked, pissed off Sasquatch.

“Oh, what's this?” You asked loudly, seeing his open laptop resting on his covers. A rookie move if you'd ever seen one. “What's your password to your laptop?”

As you slid over to his bed, you made an ever better discovery. He hadn't locked it. “I swear to God, Y/N-”

“Oh god,” You wrinkled your nose. Realizing what was on the screen. A press of the mouse set the moaning off loud and hard. It didn't take long to find fault over the renewed slamming. “Dude, you need better porn! This chick's tits look like they're going to explode from all of the silicone!” You titled your head as you watched it switch perspectives. “Plus, the dude really needs to learn how to use his tongue better. I hope you weren't taking notes, Sammy!” You didn't get anything in response. Instead, the slamming ended. A heart attack was your logical response. Sure that even the healthiest of the healthy men couldn't handle the blood pressure you were certain he carried. “Sammy, Sammy.” You shook your head as the first moan left the too largely busted woman. She'd climbed over sir-can't-eat-a-woman-out's lap to begin riding him. “You naughty, naughty boy.” It was an impressive collection you'd discovered as you snooped. His folder held a number of suggestive names. The thumbnails were even more racy. Nothing compared to what you'd accidentally stumbled across when using Dean's laptop. However, still large enough to make you lift your brows. “Looks like I'm not the only sex deprived one...”

“That could have been fixed a long time ago.” The sudden proximity of his voice made you fly away from the porn in a hurry. Ready to flee for the second time. Sure your very life depended on it.

Only, there was a problem. Nearly six and a half foot of muscle blocked your exit. Slowly, you lowered yourself back to the bed. Keeping your eyes on him as you moved. Hoping the location would give you another chance to distract the beast.

A white t-shirt stuck to damp skin. Highlighting just how broad he was beneath the fabric. His hair still dripped. The jeans clung to his legs. But, he didn't seem to care. Too set on his hunt.

“Oh, yes.” You huffed, leaning your head onto your one hand as you looked up at him. Making yourself appear comfortable, despite being eager to flee. “Let me just agree to sleep with the very man that has done his best to either ignore my presence, or just torture me. The entire time I’ve known him. That couldn't possibly end bad for me.” Your sass was going to be the death of you if his flushed cheeks and narrowed, darkened eyes were any indication.

“Y...You preach about how I...I don't know a thing about you...While you kn...know everything there is to know about me,” He leaned his hip against his desk. Attempting to settle down. Watching for any sign you were about to bolt. Almost immediately, his composure was back. “But, then you go and say something ridiculous like that.” Don't look at the biceps, you chanted internally as he crossed his arms. You definitely peeked before forcing your eyes away.

“You wouldn't take advantage of that?” You snorted, growing defensive. He simply gave you a small, toned down, bitch face. Not bothering to dignify the question with any other response. “Okay, fine. Say I believe you.” Your tone let him know that wasn't remotely close to being the case. “What would I get from it?”

“Fantastic sex-”

“Arguable.”

“No more pranks.”

“Now, we're getting somewhere.” The mocking tone only earned an eye roll.

“Alright, then... What would your terms be?” He raised a brow. Daring you to give him something to work with. Your response was simply a raised brow of your own. Not buying into his bullshit all the way. “Theoretically, of course.”

“Of course.” The amendment was shit, and you both knew it. Pursing your lips, you thought it over. With a sigh, you decided to give him a little something. “First off? No strings attached. No emotions. Ever.” A brief pause settled between you two before you continued, “Not that it's a problem with you.” A wry grin graced that sinful mouth of his. Pleased with the turn of events. You turned away from the dimples to zero in on the hypothetical rules. “Second? Privacy. Dean, Bane, and Alice? They wouldn't have a clue. Ever.” The horror at just the thought of them finding out how low you'd fallen curdled your stomach. It was the ultimate deal breaker. “Third? No sleeping together or cuddling. Sex only.” It was surprisingly easy to list once you got going. “Fourth, minor pranking is allowed. They'd know something was up if it just stopped.” He nodded at that point. Seeing the wisdom in it. “Fifth-”

“You...You've made a whole list, and you're going to try saying that you haven't really considered it?” Sam cut in with a heavy snort. “You're something else. I don't even think stubborn covers it, anymore.”

“No freaky stuff.” You continued as if he'd never spoken up. Focusing in on the list. If you stopped, he'd take advantage of it. And you weren't prepared for that. “No blood. No choking. Nothing going in areas where they don't belong.” Your fingers ticked off each point. It wasn't that you were opposed to everything you'd listed. Simply that you were opposed to it with Sam. There was no pre-established trust. No grounds for safety. You wouldn't risk it. “I couldn't possibly trust you to tie me up, either, so that's out.” At the sigh of disappointment, Sam's shoulders seemed to widen. Noting how close he was to his mark. “No marks in visible locations. Too much of a give away. Definitely no recording. There's always the trope of a leaked sex tape, and I just am not about to let anyone see me getting down and dirty with you.”

“D...down and dirty? You cut out all the dirt,” He grinned, letting out a soft breath that doubled as a chuckle. Almost soft in nature, when you knew him to be anything but. “You wanna tell me what we can do, then?”

“This is all theoretical.” You reminded him. Falling short at being stern. Unable to even muster up a glare.

Truth was, you were losing your damn mind when it came to Sam Winchester. And were far too close to giving into the danger. You both knew it, even if you were struggling to keep it at bay. Too distrustful.

“Of course.” He waved for you to get on with it. More confident at that point than he'd been before. “Go on.”

The sass was ignored as the list came back to focus, “Sixth, condoms are an absolute must. It breaks? I get the morning after pill. Immediately.”

“You aren't getting an argument from me there.” Sam's eyes were a rich honey as they watched you hungrily. Taking in the way you shifted on his bed. Next to his porn. And at his mercy.

“Seventh-”

“Y/N...” The impatience took hold. His chest rose and fell harshly at the peak of your breasts. So close...and yet, so untouchable.

“Yes, Samuel?” You mocked, not letting your eyes meet his directly. Instead, you zeroed in on the light curl his hair carried at the ends.

“Are you done? 'Cause I've got a few ideas...” Sam moved forward, then. Slapping his palms down on his mattress. Forcing you to stare into the multicolored facets right in front of your face.

“Where's Dean?” Sitting up, the power shifted. Giving you some control over the situation, again. You weren't beneath him. Under his spell.

“He won't be back until late tomorrow.” Oh so carefully, he stalked your way. Not willing to let you dodge him. Delaying the inevitable for a second time.

“What's he doing?” The question was another stall tactic, but the Winchester was prepared. As your back brushed against the wall, he blocked the exit beside the bed.

“I'm betting that he's doing what you're putting off...” Hot gaze trailing over you, Sam took a step forward. But, it was too late. The damage had been done.

“Oh, that is not helping your case.” Thinking of your best friend banging a stranger broke the spell completely. Sam blocked your path. However, he didn't block the bed itself. You hopped up and over the mattress. Making your way to freedom. “Go back to your crap porn.”

“I'd rather go down on you.” That caught your attention in a hurry. Your head whipped around. Only to see him cross his arms. Daring you to take what he'd so blatantly offered.

“Hate sex never ends well.” You warned. Feeling your resolve crumbling. The Winchester had won. “You think we're bad now...wait until this is done.” Your fingers moved to grab your shirt and whip it off. Jaw clenched in frustration. The war between mind and body lost for the moment.

“So,” Sam's voice made you jerk your head up. Waiting to see his offer. “We don't do it.”

“Wait, what?” You weren't following. You'd just given in. He should have been pouncing like a wild animal. Not retreating.

But, Sam did, “Guess it's just you and me...” He pulled the laptop back his way. Without looking at you, he simply uttered one last order. “You can go, now.”

“You are the world's biggest dick!” An indignant squeal left you as you slammed out of the room. So sure that you'd been played.

“Right now, I wish that was true...” The hunter sighed, pushing the device from his side. If he was? He would've taken you right then and there. Instead, he'd signed himself up for an indefinite length of celibacy.

–

“I figured it out,” Your voice broke through the world of Harry Potter as you entered the room later that night. Without missing a beat, the strip tease began. The pajama shirt you'd donned was tossed away. Leaving you in a frilly, lace thong that hardly covered what lay beneath it.

“Yeah?” He focused on the book instead of you. Or, rather, pretended to be. All of his senses were latched onto you.

“You wanted me to do the work.” You huffed out theatrically as you moved to the edge of his bed. But, that wasn't good enough. Oh no. That was only the beginning. Crawling onto his bed, you moved his way. Not stopping until you'd completed your goal: Straddling him.

“Oh really?” His book was dropped off to the side. Good ole Harry fighting the good fight simply didn't compare to an almost completely naked woman settled over his dick.

“Well, you probably wanted me to beg.” You shrugged, moving your hands to rub along his chest. So confident that it was criminal. A totally different woman than he'd had in his grasp earlier. “But, that just won't happen.”

It was more than just that. He'd wanted you to make the move. To make sure he wasn't just manipulating you into it. Ensuring you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Sam needed you to know that it was going to be entirely consensual. Something you hadn't quite realized you'd needed until that moment. And damn if it didn't make your heart squeeze just a little bit.

“Is that a challenge, Y/N?” He grinned, flashing those too big dimples your way. Simply pleased rather than his usual arrogance.

“If you think you can last...” You trailed off pointedly. Eyes meeting his directly. Making sure he knew that you hadn't forgotten that very first moment of pining.

Your finger lightly traced a pattern on his shirt- just over where his tattoo was etched. Two similar patterns had been needled into your own flesh. One on your hip, and one under your breast. The second hidden after a demon had thought to scrape away at the first.

“I...I...I know I can.” Came the breathy promise. Slightly nervy. He let his gun calloused hands rub along your bare thighs. Noting the way you arched into his touch that time rather than away.

“Glad you don’t doubt it.” Bending forward, you pressed your lips into his neck so gently it was criminal. The action letting your bare breasts brush against his t-shirt. Causing a shiver to travel through his body. “But, I'm going to need a little more convincing.” Your lips pressed against his throat again. Firmer this time. Sam's fingers dug into the meat of your legs. Grounding himself as best as he could to sanity.

“You're sure about this?” The question came through gritted teeth. Needing to hear you say the words. Not just imply it.

“Right now?” Again, your gaze came up to meet his. Letting him see the lingering doubts that hid behind the E/C. “This makes no sense...” A small moment of hesitation appeared. Leaving you almost vulnerable as you dipped your forehead to his. Still warring with the idea in that too full head of yours.

“Which is why it's so alluring.” Came his soft answer. Sam's hands left the skin of your legs to gently hold your cheeks. Tilting his head up, his nose brushed against the tip of your own. “Tell me you don't wanna, and this ends. Alright? But...if you do? It'll be alright. Promise...”

After a moment of silence, Sam finally got his answer, “Okay.” Nodding, you closed your eyes. Taking a second. Simply letting your breath mingle with his. When they opened? Sam knew you made your final choice. Slowly, your hands ran back over the thin material of his shirt. Biting your lip, you looked him over. Your hands reached back up to hold his face still. Giving yourself a moment to breathe before he could lunge. Back to the girl who'd walked in his door and knocked him off his feet. “I don't even know where to start with you, Winchester.”

“Y...yeah?” Another nod was all he got as you pondered over it. “Luckily for you?” Sam's husky voice captured your attention away from his thick chest. “I do.” With that, he tugged your body against his. Rolling you with a well practiced spin until you were pinned beneath him.

“You sure I won't suffocate down here?” Came the breathless whisper. Needing to have that final piece of confirmation that you'd be safe.

“Y/N...” The too large hand moved surprisingly gentle as it pushed a piece of hair away from your eye. Dimples in full swing. “Shut up.”

“Make me?” For once, Sam had no problems following your order...

Part Ten

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