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huggingkoalas · 11 months ago

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Hiii it’s starysky on my main <3

How about Vanessa and reader in very gentle, soft smut? Maybe just some snuggles turn to something else. If u want to ofc

If u want ofc, your writings really good from what I’ve seen!

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 | vanessa shelly

pairing — ‧₊˚ vanessa shelly x fem!reader

summary — ‧₊˚ vanessa comes home after a tiring day of work. the both of you spend time snuggling and decide to take the relationship to the next level.

word count — ‧₊˚ 1.5k

warning(s) — ‧₊˚ smut, fluff, vaginal fingering, oral sex, pet names, praising, teasing, top!vanessa, bottom!reader, established relationship

authors note — ‧₊˚ i’ve never written smut before, so please forgive me if it’s not what you expected <3 i tried to do gentle, soft smut at first but i might’ve gone a little too crazy in the end :’)

As the moon hung low in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the town, Vanessa trudged wearily through the front door of the shared, cosy apartment. the day had been long and demanding, filled with the challenges of police work. Fatigue clung to her every step, but the thought of coming home to you, her loving partner, fueled a spark of warmth within.

The aroma of a home-cooked meal lingered in the air, a thoughtful gesture from you eased the exhaustion that etched across her face. The soft light of the living room revealed you waiting on the sofa, sitting in a comforting sanctuary of cushions and blankets.

You looked up, concern etched on your face as Vanessa closed the house’s door. “Rough day?” You asked, your voice a soothing calm.

Vanessa managed a tired smile. “You have no idea. But seeing you makes it all better.”

Without a word, you rose and enveloped her in a hug, the day’s weariness momentarily forgotten. the weight of the police uniform seemed to lift as your arms wrapped around her.

“I missed you.” You whispered, planting a gentle kiss on Vanessa’s forehead. Even if you couldn’t relate to what she was feeling, the least you could do was be there emotionally for your girlfriend.

“I missed you too.” Vanessa replied, her voice filled with gratitude.

You got onto one knee, helping to untie her shoelaces and loosening the cuffs around her shoes. She hummed a ‘thank you’ as she stepped off her boots, flexing her tired feet on the floor. You picked up the black boots and placed them on the shoe rack beside the door before returning to Vanessa.

The both of you settled onto the sofa, with Vanessa’s back to your front. your fingers gently traced circles on her back. The quiet hum of the town outside became a distant murmur, replaced by the calming heartbeat of the shared solitude.

You could sense the need for comfort and pulled the hair tie from Vanessa’s hair, her blonde hair falling to frame her face. She let out a small sigh as your fingers gently massaged her scalp to ease her tiredness.

“Tell me about your day.” You encouraged.

Vanessa sighed, the fatigue evident in her voice. “It’s just one of those days, you know? The kind where everything seems to be harder than usual. I was called to stop a drunk man from shooting another customer in a bar during an argument. it was hard to pin him down because of how big and tall he was. he even called me a ‘small lady’.”

You pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “It’s alright, Nessy. Eventhough he called you a ‘small lady’, you have the biggest heart I know. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. I’m proud of you, you know. The work you do is important, but so is taking care of yourself. Let me help you unwind, alright?”

They settled into a gentle rhythm of conversation, interspersed with moments of quiet understanding. Your fingers continued their soothing dance, gently massaging Vanessa’s head, nape and shoulders to ease her exhaustion. As the night wore on, the fatigue that had clung to her like a heavy cloak began to loosen its grip.

In a tender moment, Vanessa turned to her side to nestle her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. “You always smell like home.” She mused, a smile playing on their lips.

You chuckled, the sound a soft melody in the quiet room. “Well, I’m glad my scent has that effect on you. Must be my secret weapon.”

Vanessa lifted her head, meeting your eyes with a playful grin. “Consider me enchanted then. You’re my favourite scent in the world.”

You blushed, feeling a flutter in your chest. “And you’re mine.”

As the night unfolded, the day’s weariness faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of shared love and the simple joy of being together. In the embrace of their sanctuary, Vanessa began to pepper kisses on your neck, her hands playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Nessy?” You whispered, letting out a small moan as she bit on your pulse point. She smoothened the bite with her tongue before giving a final kiss on it.

“Hmm?” Vanessa teased, her fingers going under your shirt to scratch her nails on your stomach. “I just want to show you how much I appreciate you. From cooking me meals everyday to being there for me when I need it the most. Let me show you how much I love you, please?”

You were momentarily speechless, taking time to register her words. The both of you had never gone ‘second base’. It was because Vanessa told you she wanted to take her time with you and that she ‘wasn't ready yet’. You had agreed, saying that you were also not ready to take the next step in your relationship.

“Alright.” You rasped, your cheeks turning a bright red.

You switched your position from sitting on the sofa to lying horizontally, your head resting on the sofa’s handrests. Vanessa straddled your thighs, looking down at you with an endearing look. “I love you. If I hurt you, squeeze my arm, alright?”

You merely nodded, letting her take control. “I love you too, Nessy.”

With a smile, Vanessa began to loosen the black tie around her neck. She pulled the tie off and placed it on the coffee table. She slowly unbuttoned her blue dress shirt, your heart hammering in your chest as more of her chest became visible. Your eyes dropped to her rounded breasts, covered in a black lacy bra. This wasn't your first time seeing her half-naked, but it still made your heart flutter everytime.

You felt lightheaded as Vanessa’s eyes locked with yours, a playful smile on her lips. She gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body. She shifted her body lower, pulling your pants off your legs. You whimpered as she did so, your bare skin being exposed to the cool air.

“Mmm, are you wet for me?” Vanessa murmured, her eyes resting on the wet spot on your panties.

She bit onto the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down as her eyes locked onto yours. You couldn’t hold back a moan at that gesture, your chest beginning to rise and fall quicker from the heat of the moment.

Vanessa grabbed your thighs to spread them apart, your glistening heat shining from the lighting in the living room. She looked up at you for final confirmation.

“Ready?” She asked, squeezing your thighs. You nodded in confirmation, straining your neck to get a better look at her.

Vanessa began licking on your clit enthusiastically, the sounds coming from her action made her seem like she was a feral cat that hadn’t drank in days. Your hands gripped onto the sofa as you let out soft moans. She wrapped your clit with her mouth, lapping up your juices. Your moans became louder, your grip on the sofa switching to hold the hair on her scalp. Your hips jerked up in time with her licks, your hands on her head guiding her movements. Vanessa let out a hum, sending vibrations to your clit.

“N-Nessy, stop teasing me, please.” You strained out, your voice full of need.

At your words, Vanessa released her right hand from your thigh. She let go of her mouth from your heat and inserted two fingers instead. your hips buckled up in response, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you closed your eyes tightly.

“Look at me.” Vanessa commanded, moving up your body to lay hickeys on your neck. You glanced down, your eyes darkening at the sight of her. “You’re so wet for me, little bunny. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

It was the first time Vanessa was as rough as this with you. You couldn’t deny that you liked this newfound part of her, though. Your back arched off the sofa, seeking more contact with her body.

“God, keep going Nessy, please.” Your voice came out as a whine as you felt your orgasm nearing closer.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, scratching her back as you felt your legs tremble. Vanessa pressed her fingers to the sweet spot inside you and rubbed your clit faster.

“Cum for me, bunny.” She grinned, leaning in to press her lips to yours as you came on her fingers, soaking them. Your grip on her back loosened as you came down from your high, feeling breathless.

Vanessa removed her fingers from your heat, wiping your juices on her clothed thigh. She let out a nervous smile, giving your cheek a quick kiss. “Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.”

You returned her smile, sighing in happiness. “I’m alright. you were perfect.”

In that moment of connection, Vanessa lifted her hand to gently cup your cheek. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned in, closing the small gap between both of you. Her lips brushed against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The room was filled not only with the scent of the shared passion but also with a quiet understanding that their connection had reached a new, intimate level.

“I love you, Nessy.” You whispered into the kiss.

“I love you too.” Vanessa replied endearingly, smiling into the kiss.

#lumi’s fics!#lumi’s replies!#lumi’s anons! (runninghare1289)#vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #vanessa monroe #elizabeth lail #vanessa shelly x reader #fnaf vanessa #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fanfic #smut #wlw

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 1 year ago

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (445): Mon 5th Jun 2023

This morning I checked my Facebook and saw that one of my childhood neighbors had died. Catrina Galer was the younger sister of my childhood friend Andrews. Me and Catrina weren't exactly friends per se but I knew her through Andrew. The only real memory I have of her is one evening when I was staying over at Andrew's house and Catrina had something wrong with the inside of her mouth which meant that she needed to chew her food until it was basically liquid before she could swallow it. Yeah, not the ideal sole memory to leave with someone but she wasn't to know. Catrina and I were friends on Facebook since 2009 but I think that's just because when you first join Facebook you do that standard thing of seeing how many people you know are on it and just add them to build up your friends list. I typed both our names into the search bar and it turns out the only interaction we've ever had on Facebook (and since childhood) was me wishing her a happy birthday in 2009, which she didn't even reply to or like so it wasn't even an interaction. Even though I didn't know her that well it's still tragic when someone you know passes away especially someone you've known since you were a kid. What's especially tragic about this is that the poor girl had four children who are now going to grow up without a mother. I don't have that many friends on my Facebook because a while back I decided to delete all the people I haven't actually physically met and going over my friends list I was saddened to see that three of my remaining 78 friends are now dead. First Kenzie died back in 2017 then Anthony a few years back and now this. All three of them the same age as me too. As of now I haven't found out how Catrina died but I hope that it was relatively peaceful and pain free when she did and that her kids and family have enough positive memories of her to help them through their grief.

Later on I listened back to a few episodes of Brendon Burns' podcast Dumb White Guy. Burns used this podcast to document his adventures on the road and would use it to set himself challenges so that he could report on them which I would love to be able to do but sadly my life isn't nearly as exciting as Burns so such a podcast would be incredibly boring. Plus on the rare occasions where I do go on an adventure I'm not all that good at mining it for humour, I just write about it like it's a "What I Did On My Summer Holidays" essay. Today I got an idea that could help me get around the fact that my life is quite boring and unadventurous. Once a week I could compile all the stuff I've done and thought about into a short story and then just record a podcast pretending that this is actually what I did. Say for example I wanted to do a podcast where I went to Loch Ness to look for Nessie, obviously that's not something I can just do on a moments notice (also there is no monster) so instead I'll just spend an hour or so improving what I would do were I to actually make this trip and then cobble my ramblings into a story and pretend that this is what I actually did. The more I thought about this idea the more I liked it and this week I'm going to experiment and see if I can develop it into what I have in my head. I'm going to call the podcast "This Is True By The Way".

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victoriagleasuredesigns · 2 years ago

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I thought once I found something that made me stand out, I’d feel more… important. Like I was worth noticing. But I am still just me. Bigfoot and Nessie: The Art of Getting Noticed by Chelsea M. Campbell, art by Laura Knetzger

Today’s @owlcrate @OCthenest @words.and.whimsy Bad to the Bone photo challenge is Welcome to the Jungle: A Story or Book with a Wild Adventure.

One of my favorite independent authors Chelsea M. Campbell has teamed up with the wonderful artist Laura Knetzger to write an amazing children’s book about social media fame. This is a heartfelt story showing that being you, and finding out what you love to do, is more important than getting noticed. Laura Knetzger’s art is bright, colorful, and fun!

This book is photographed on the Tree House With Cute Woodland Animals Small Quilt in our Etsy shop at VictoriaGDesigns or www.victoriagleasuredesigns.com

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book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure · 7 years ago

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Imagine: Planning a prank on your bully with Sirius Black, and becoming very close to him in the process.

For @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen‘s Favourite Things Writing Challenge.

Prompt: “You’re not gonna cry, are you?” with Sirius Black?

You walk through the empty corridor, you had gone to the library after dinner to work on an essay, and you ended up losing track of time. Fortunately, you had gotten out a few minutes before curfew so you weren’t worried about getting detention or losing house points. As you turned the corner, you felt a rope pull taut against your leg it caused you to lose your balance, and you fell to the ground. The rope was obviously tied to a bucket, which tipped and spilled ice cold water all over you. It obviously didn’t help that it was December, meaning it was already freezing outside. You let out a shriek and managed to push yourself.

“What’s wrong Y/L/N? Seems like you’re struggling to keep your head above the water,” Brian Porter-one of the biggest assholes you had ever met- says, appearing in front of you. He’s surrounded by some of his minions, who all burst into laughter at his pathetic joke.

“Maybe you should ask your daddy to buy you a better sense of humour,” You respond dryly, struggling not to shiver too much.

“At least my father can buy me something, unlike your Mudblood moth-”

You pull out your wand and point it at him with a shaking hand, the anger that floods you, warms up your previously freezing body, “If you say a single word about my mother I will-”

“You’ll what?!”

“She might not do anything, but I sure will,” A sneering voice call from behind the Brian and his friends, “Leave her alone Porter.”

Brian turns around and you see Sirius Black standing behind him, “What-”

“I said, leave,” Sirius hisses.

Brian puts his hands up in surrender, “Let’s go boys.”

They walk away and Sirius approaches you, he shrugs off his sweater and hands it to you, “Here, take this.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to catch a cold...” He responds, confused.

“No, I meant, why did you defend me when we’ve never really spoken?”

“He had no right to do what he did to you,” He pauses for a moment, then continues, “Besides, I hate that bloody pig.”

You nod in agreement before slipping into his sweater, and you sniffle a little from the cold. He squints at you, “Y/N, you’re not gonna cry, are you?”

“Cry?” You ask with feign sadness. He nods and a smirk forms across your face, “Ha. Sweetheart, I’m going to get revenge.”

He stares at you for a moment before realization dawns on him, and he lets out a genuine laugh, “Can I help?!”

“You want to help me?”

He wiggles his eyebrows, “Revenge is my middle name, angel.”

“You can help me, but don’t ever me that again,” You respond, “Now, I’m going to my dorm before I get in trouble.”

“Goodnight!” He calls from behind you and you wave without turning back.

You walk up to Sirius in the Great Hall, a bit uncomfortable considering you never really talked to him before. The Marauders give you confused looks as you tap Sirius on the shoulder, “Um, I thought I’d return this, thanks again.”

As you walked away you heard James mutter, “Y/N, really? She didn’t seem like the type.”

“I didn’t sleep with her, you ass,” You can practically hear Sirius rolling his eyes. You just shake your head before joining your friends.

That evening, Sirius approaches you in the library, where you’re studying once again, “So any ideas?”

“I’ve got a few, do you?”

“Of course I do,” He smirks.

“Care to elaborate?”

“He restocks on body wash every third Wednesday of the month -don’t ask how I know that, just don’t,” He explains, “I was thinking, we could hide in the closet and charm it to dye his skin when he uses it -permanently.”

You smirk, “Evil... I like it.”

“What’s your idea?”

You smile deviously, “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

“Aw come on, I’m supposed to be helping you.”

“You will be.”

“God, you’re so stuck up,” He chuckles.

“Douche,” You mutter.

He leans in, “Bitch.”

“Asshole.”

He gets even closer and whispers huskily, “Angel.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“Or what?”

You groan and get up from your seat, “I’m going to bed.”

He chuckles, “Goodnight sweetheart.”

The next few weeks leading up to the third Wednesday are spent in the same way, meeting Sirius to plan the prank, joking around, and arguing. You connected to Sirius more than you had to anyone else in your life, you even grew close to the rest of the Marauders once he introduced you to them.

You were now standing in the supply closet, pressed up against Sirius under James’ invisibility cloak, “Nervous?”

“A little... how did you know?” You whisper.

“Because it’s your first big prank sweetheart,” Even in the darkness, you can see the outline of a smirk dancing across his lips, “Plus, I can feel your heartbeat.”

You look down, thankful that the darkness is concealing your rosy cheeks. Despite being slightly nervous, the racing of heart was mostly because of your proximity to Sirius. You had always found him attractive, but after spending so much time with him, you had really gotten to know him, and your attraction grew into a crush.

You hear footprints outside the door and Sirius whispers in your ear -sending chills down your spine, “That’s our cue.”

Brian walks in and picks up his bottle of body wash, you point your wand towards it and cast a nonverbal incantation. The bottle glows subtly for a split second -luckily it goes unnoticed by Brian, and he walks out with it. As soon as he shuts the door and retreats, you let out a squeal, grabbing both of Sirius’ hands and jumping up and down, “I can’t believe we just got away with that!”

He laughs, “Don’t get too excited just yet, who knows how faulty your nonverbal spells are.”

You scoff, “Douche.”

“Bitch.”

“Asshole.”

“Angel.”

This batter had become a routine for the two of you, and at this point none of the words held any callousness, you both knew it was just playful.

You drop down next to Sirius then next morning in the Great Hall, “The moment of truth is approaching us sweetheart.”

You sigh, “This better work.”

You jump at the sound of the doors of the Great Hall bursting open. You nearly choke on your drink upon seeing Brian’s skin dyed green, Sirius grins victoriously, and the Marauders eye the two of you suspiciously, James muttering a quiet ‘bloody hell’.

Brian storms to his seat, ignoring the laughter coming from all directions, some of the professors even seem amused -given that even they had to face Brian’s awful nature sometimes.

Brian lifts his cup to mouth and chugs down the liquid inside, he gags at the taste and begins inspecting the cup. You mutter under your breath, “Wait for it.”

His face and hands begin morphing, until he has turns into some sort of human-toad hybrid, he looks at his reflection in his spoon before screaming and rushing out of the Hall. Sirius turns towards you, jaw dropped, “Polyjuice potion?”

“Yup, with some dead skin from a toad,” You smirk.

“Bloody hell and you called me evil.”

You shrug, “He needed a taste of his own medicine.”

Sirius approaches you that evening, after classes, “I still can’t get over how well that went.”

You nod in agreement, “We make a good team.”

“Yes, yes we do.”

You walk in silence for a bit, your hands brushing against each others’ every once in a while, making you heart flutter. Until Sirius abruptly steps in front of you, “You know, that was so genius, I can’t believe I didn’t think about it.”

Could he be anymore egotistical? You roll your eyes, “Douche.”

He steps closer to you, and you step back, your back hitting the wall, “Bitch.”

“Asshole,” He steps even closer.

“Angel,” He whispers, before leaning in and closing the gap between you two.

He kisses you hesitantly, but the moment you reciprocate the gesture, he deeps the kiss. You finally pull away, resting your foreheads against each others’, struggling to catch your breath.

“Wow...”

“You don’t even know how long I’ve waited to do that,” He mutters.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to do that,” You respond.

“Well, let’s not waste anymore precious time,” He says, with a signature smirk.

Let’s just say, that was the start of a beautiful relationship...

End.

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that-was-not-supposed-to-happen · 8 years ago

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Masterlist - Disney Movie Writing Challenge

A big thank you for everyone who participated in my challenge, I hope you all had fun writing your pieces. Here’s the final masterlist, check out all my wonderful, talented writing buddies!

Beauty and the Beast

The Library (Raphael Santiago x Reader) by @writingforweirdlings

Beauty and the Beast (Draco Malfoy x Reader) by @deatheater61103

Learn to love a Beast (Benny Lafitte x Reader) by @writingforweirdlings

The Beast Within (John Winchester x Reader) by @may85

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty (Will Graham x Reader)

Mulan

Shield-maiden Within (Bjorn Ironside x Reader) by @writingforweirdlings

Imagine: Pretending to be a man and joining the Night’s Watch, eventually causing Jon Snow to fall for you. (Jon Snow x Reader) by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure

Pirates of the Caribbean

Untitled (James Norrington x Reader) by @imagine-mix-fandoms

#disney movie writing challenge #disney writing challenge #nessi's writing challenge

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writingforweirdlings · 8 years ago

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Shield-maiden Within

Summary: Reader is a Saxon woman who doesn’t like the whole ‘a woman can’t do what men do’ thing and so she runs away… with the vikings, and Bjorn trains her.

Characters: Reader, Bjorn Ironside, Ragnar Lothrbrok, Floki

Fandom: Vikings

Word Count: 1936

Disney Movie Writing Challenge, @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen

AN: I think this is the longest thing I have ever written but I hope you guys still like it even thought the ending is crap...

I hate it!

I couldn’t do what I wanted because I was a woman and according to the men we shouldn’t diddle daddle in the ‘masculine area.” Bunch of nonsense if you ask me.

I walked into my room and slammed the door. I threw myself on my bed and lay there staring at the ceiling. If I can’t pursue what I want there’s no point in sticking around any longer.

I sat up at my realization. I ran to my closet and started pulling out a travel bag and filling it with clothes I might need. I quickly changed out of my dress and into some pants and a shirt. I slipped my boots on and then went to look at myself in the mirror.

Should I cut my hair? I shook my head and instead started to braid it. I looked out of my window and noticed it had gotten darker out, perfect.

I put my cloak on and grabbed my bag. I raised the hood and then very quietly left my room. I made sure to avoid the guards that were around.

I made it out of the castle and into the forest before it hit me that I had nowhere to go and no food. “Shit.” I looked around, “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“You should try being quieter for one,” I froze.

“Who are you?” I looked around.

“What are you doing out of your castle?” they questioned.

“I’m running away,” I respond.

“Without any food rations?” they sounded a little amused.

“Well I didn’t really plan it out, it was a last minute kind of thing,” I explained. “Wait! Why am I telling you any of this? I don’t even know who you are.”

I heard a branch breaking and turned around to see a very very tall man looking at me. With the moonlight I was able to see his features, he had blonde hair, a strong jawline and enchanting blue eyes. What can I say, I’m a sucker for blue eyes.

“My name is Bjorn,” he stepped a little closer to me, looking me up and down.

“Y/N,” I extend my hand for him to shake, he just stares at it and I pull my hand back. “So, you're one of the pagans?” I give him a once over. “I thought you vikings were supposed to be scarier.”

“Do I not frighten you?” He stalks towards me.

I walk backwards and stop when my back touches something. I jump away, bumping into Bjorn and looking behind me.

“It is just a tree,” he says with not so well hidden amusement.

“Yeah well for all I know it could have been something dangerous,” I say looking back at him. “Sorry,” I try to pull away but he grabs hold of me.

“Why were you running away?” he asks in complete seriousness.

“My father wouldn’t let me train with the guards, said it wasn’t a woman’s place to be around weapons or doing what men do,” I mimic his voice. “Anyway, he always said the same thing when I asked so I decided to leave,” I finish.

“Come on,” he says pulling me with him.

“Wait! Where are you taking me?” I start trying to get out of his hold.

He takes my bag and throws me over his shoulder, taking me to wherever it is he’s going. What have I gotten myself into?

I stare at the ground as we walk, we don’t say anything to each other.

I start to hear voices and I assume we’re getting closer to the place.

“What have you got there Bjorn?” I hear someone ask.

“A bear, what does it look like I have,” he retorts.

I smack his butt, “don’t you dare compare me to a bear again viking!” I yell at him.

“You weigh almost as much as one,” the amusement has returned.

“You look and smell like one!” I smack him again.

“Keep that up and I might just take you somewhere more private,” he smacks my butt in return.

“Why-why you-how dare you insinuate such a thing!” I yell and start hitting his back and squirming around.

“Bjorn what are you doing with Lord Y/L/N‘s daughter?” Bjorn sets me down and I look around and your eyes fall unto the sea blue eyes of one of the men. Such beauty.

“I found her in the woods alone,” Bjorn responds dropping my bag on the ground.

“Why didn’t you take her back to her home,” blue eyes looks at me. I feel like he’s looking into my soul. Oh great now I got chills.

“It is home I am running from,” I speak up.

“Why would you want to leave your home? You have everything you need there,” he scrutinizes me.

“I have everything but my freedom to do as I please,” I respond.

“And what is it you want to do?” another man asks.

“I want to learn to fight but my father never let me, he would say that the guards would protect me if it ever came to it but what will happen when they are all killed? Who will protect me then?” I confidently answer.

“Hmm,” he looks at Bjorn.

“Eg vil ad pjalfa hana,” (I want to train her) He says in his native tongue.

“Pu vilt hana ad koma med okkur eins vel ” (You want her to come with us as well)

“Ja” (yes)

I look around the camp and look at one the men, he seems unstable, I think as he fidgets not staying still for long.

“You will stay with Bjorn. He will look after you and train you,” I look back to the depth of those sea blue.

“I didn’t catch your name,” I blurt out.

“I am Ragnar,” he smiles a little.

“As in The Ragnar?” I look at him with wide eyes.

“You’ve heard of me,” he states, smile growing.

“Who hasn’t?! I mean you’re like one of the greatest fighters to ever live!” I start bouncing on my feet. “Wait! If you Ragnar and you're Bjorn that means… I’ll be trained by the legend's son,” I look between them and I start jumping up and down. I hug Bjorn and then run over and hug Ragnar. Both men are too startled to do anything.

“Sorry, I got really excited. This is exciting!” I say with a huge smile.

“You won’t be too excited after tomorrow,” Bjorn laughs.

“Shut it Legend Jr.,” I push him, with little to no effect.

“You should get some rest, tomorrow will be a long day,” Ragnar says looking at us.

Bjorn nods and I still have the huge smile on my face. He pulls me lightly by the arm and leads me to his tent. We get in and he gestures for me to take the bed.

“Where will you sleep?” I ask him.

“The floor will do just fine,” he answers.

“It’s your tent you should sleep in your bed and I’ll take the floor,” I step away from the bed.

“No. You’re sleeping in the bed,” he says with determination.

“Fine but you have to sleep with me,” I say. “No! Not like that, I meant we would share the bed… in a comrade way, fully clothed,” I finish awkwardly.

He looks at me for a bit and then burst out laughing.

“It’s not that funny,” I feel my face get hot. He just keeps laughing.

He sobers up and wipes away some stray tears. “We’ll share the bed,” he says.

He starts taking off some of his clothes and boots. When he takes his shirt off I turn around with cherry red cheeks. I take my cloak and boots off and then lay down on the bed. I scooted to the farther end so Bjorn could lay down.

Skip Awkward Night and now it’s Training Day

I was surprisingly very comfortable considering I was sleeping on a bed, on the floor. I snuggled closer to the warmth that was surrounding me.

At that moment, I felt something tighten around me, I froze. What do I do?! I opened my eyes only to be greeted by someone’s very naked chest. My eyes widened and I slowly moved my head up.

That is a mighty nice jawline. I think to myself. Wait! Bjorn has a very nice jawline… oh right duh I’m in his tent. I start to relax but then it hit me, Bjorn has his arms wrapped around me.

I try to wiggle my way out of his embrace but he only tightens his grip on me. I manage to get an arm out and I try to take his arms off but it doesn’t go as planned.

“Trying to get away I see,” I freeze at the sound of his voice.

“I was just-” he nuzzles my neck.

“You were what?” he keeps nuzzling.

“Training!” I blurt out. “We’re uh training today and I just wanted to uh go out and you know stretch.”

“Mmm,” is all I get in response but he does let go of me.

He lays back with his hands behind his head, smirking at me, Hel damn you Bjorn. I think to myself as I crawl over his body to get out of the bed. He wore that stupid smug grin on his face the whole while. I change into new clothes, I’ve never been one to be shy of my body because let’s be honest I am GORGEOUS!

Bjorn raises his eyebrows but looks away, how gentlemanly.

After I get dressed I go out of the tent but stop immediately, because I have no idea where I’m going. After a few minutes Bjorn comes out of the tent, walking past me so I follow hoping he’ll lead me to the food and he does.

Another Time Skip

Bjorn was teaching me the basics of fighting the ‘viking way’ and after that he handed me a shield and an axe.

I look at them and weigh them each in my hand, shield’s pretty heavy but I can do this, I tell myself.

I take the stance he showed me before and I look to him. He nods his head and lunges at me.

I hold my shield up to block his attack, he stops and backs away giving me the chance to attack him and I do. I’ve never fought before but I would watch the guards when they train so I had a slight advantage but that was nothing compared to how the vikings fight.

He blocks me with his shield and moves away from me. I charge at him and he holds his shield up so I duck under and cut him on his leg, nothing too serious, but he stumbles a little.

He looks at me with wide eyes. That’s right Legend Jr. I did just did that. I smirk at him and go back for more.

We keep this up until lunch time, by then we both have a bit of blood on us but they aren’t serious injuries so we’re fine.

“She did that to you?” I look up at the new voice, he’s the guy that wouldn’t stop fidgeting from last night.

“Eg lata hana gera petta vid mig,” (I let her do this to me) I narrow my eyes at Bjorn but he just laughs with the other man.

“Come on let’s eat,” Bjorn nudges me with his shoulder.

I follow him to the spot from this morning. I might not be one of them but I think I could fit in nicely, given time.

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imagine-mix-fandoms · 8 years ago

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Tagging @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen (I've left my tumblr for too long and I'm a little rusty on longer fics) What if he was still alive? When your sister said James Norrington sacrificed himself to save her and Sao Feng’s crew, you dropped to the floor and cried. You and James meet in London. When he was the lieutenant that’ll escort you, your sister and your father, the newly appointed Governor Swann to Port Royal, the two of you talked and got to know each other along the journey. As you blossomed, James was mesmerized by your beauty and he was afraid the governor to reject his hand in marriage. He was wrong. The governor was more than happy to oblige his request. “I trust you, Norrington. I trust you with my daughter and I know you’ll make her happy”, says the governor. The two of you had a short engagement and were married the day before he was promoted to commodore. You couldn’t be happier and prouder with your husband. You and James were having a great time, talking about his new position when someone yelled that Elizabeth has fallen over. James and his men ran to save her and that’s when all of you met Captain Jack Sparrow. How you wish this never happen. If you never meet Jack, you’d still be with James. He wouldn’t be going around, chasing the pirate. You’d still have a husband. You’d still wake up next to him. Your son would still have a father. Barbossa wouldn’t be attacking Port Royal and everyone left to rescue your sister. You’re angry that Elizabeth had took Will’s pendant. You’re angry that James was so obsessed in getting Jack. You’re angry that when you thought everything was over, East India trading company decide to nose in because of Jack. Don’t misunderstand, you love Lizzie. You’re happy for her and Will, but you feel like because of Jack, you lost a lot of things. Lizzie and Will left Port Royal to find Jack for Beckett and as insurance, he used your son as a bargaining chip and the rest of your family were held hostage there. Your father, the governor had to do everything Beckett asked or you and your son will be killed. “Are you sure you do not know where the commodore is?”, Beckett asked. “I swear to you. He left to chase Captain Sparrow and I haven’t heard from him since”, you say. Your son was no more than a year when James left to chase Jack. When Beckett left for the sea, he took your father with him and safe to say, you never heard from either of them. You couldn’t care less if Beckett died, but when your father never return, you were devastated. You took your son to London, back to the townhouse you used to live with your father and Lizzie. Your son grew up, served a few years in Royal Navy and became a successful lawyer. As your son was out for work, you stumbled upon Jack, hiding in the alleyway at the market after being chased by soldiers. “The lovely (y/n)”, he greeted you with a courtesy bow. Although, you’re not a fan of him, you nod back at Jack. “Still not a fan? Can’t force you to like me now, isn’t it?”, he said, chuckling. “Because of you, my sister is living on an island at God knows where. Because of you, Will is now bound 10 years at sea and only can see Lizzie once every 10 years. Because of you, my husband left me to chase you, losing his position as commodore and then, die at sea. Why should I be a fan of you?”, you said. “People made the decisions themselves, lass. Not my fault”, he said. “Who else am I supposed to blame? I am thankful though. Beckett is dead. That awful man Mercer is dead. Lizzie is happy, despite her circumstances. Will was reunited back with his father, but tell me Captain Sparrow, who am I supposed to blame for what has happened to my family?”, you said. “There is no one to blame, but the fate of life”, said Jack. “True. But what if you never came to Port Royal that day?”, you said. “What if would’ve been a great thing, lass”, said Jack. “My husband would still be here. I love him, Captain Sparrow and when he died, half of my heart and soul died as well. What if he never chases you? My son would have his father by his side. Poor child, depraved of his father’s affection”, you said. “Yet, he’s successful, like his father”, said Jack. “And you?”, you asked. “Me? Still roaming around, the adventure of Captain Jack Sparrow, greatest pirate in the seven seas”, said Jack, putting his hat back on. “I bid you good luck on this adventure of yours”, you said. Jack tipped his hat and leaped over the wall. Only someone as crazy as Jack could pull that off. True, people made their own decision to go where they choose to go. It was James’s choice to go after Jack because it was his duty. Her father did what he had to do to protect his daughters even when it costed his own life. Lizzie chose to stay on that abandoned island, just so she could see Will once every 10 years. Jack made the choice – take over the Dutchman and let Will died, but he cut out Will’s heart so Will could live. Will agreed to take on the responsibility, guiding the poor soul lost at sea at the cost of seeing his wife and son for only once every 10 years. But what if James never left? The question you asked every single day. The scene you played in your head everyday – waking up next to James and start the day with him. You miss your husband so much, but for the sake of your son, you had to be strong. ‘Don’t worry James, I’ll see you soon’, you smiled as you walked back home.

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Event: Nessi’s Writing Challenge

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Title: The Beast Within

Character: John Winchester

TV: Supernatural

Warnings: Demon John SMUT!

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“As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?” -Beauty and the Beast

John paced the floors of his hidden home deep within the forest. Far off the map, safely away from any unsuspecting humans… and his boys.

He growled, spinning around to walk another line. He was a Winchester, Goddamnit! Not some whiny child.

After spending time in hell, he was able to crawl out and save his boys from certain death once again.

This time, it came with an even bigger price… he had to become possessed by a demon in order to live out his life on earth.

The very thing he hated, the very thing that he and his boys hunted… he had to become. He reminded himself that it was the only way to keep his sons from being shot.

John was not able to choose the demon. Oh no, the Devil wouldn’t let him. So Lucifer chose one of the seven princes of hell, Asmodeus… the demon of Lust.

After millions of years of being confined to hell, Asmodeus reeked havoc in several towns overseas.

John was exhausted after marathons of sex with random women and he wouldn’t even be into the sex; the demon having complete control over his body.

Once Asmodeus had his fill, he shrank back into the depths of John, finally letting him have control over his own body.

Believe John, there were times when he’d be out in town getting groceries or what not and Asmodeus would decide to pop out and play a few games.

Even then Asmodeus grew tired of that. He hadn’t had a woman in years and if he had his way, that would be fine. He still wasn’t over Mary.

Mary, pssft!

The demon loved to taunt him and egg him on to the point where John would drink himself into a stupor.

When he reached for the bottle of Wild Turkey, the demon hissed deep within his mind.

If John was out cold, then the demon couldn’t play.

He smirked as he faded into the background noise.

The grandfather clock chimed as it struck twelve o'clock. Once the chiming ceased, he could hear the pitter patter of someone running in the forest.

His ears twitched, the demons other powerful abilities coming to the forefront. Tilting his head back, he inhaled deeply.

Asmodeus roared in his mind, the scent of the female, fresh and untouched taunting him.

John growled, shaking his head. He would not, absolutely not go after the woman!

In his mind’s eye, he could see the wretched claw of Asmodeus strike out in retaliation of his stubbornness.

When he acted out like this, there was no amount of alcohol to numb John.

Grabbing a few weapons, John then ran from the house.

Have mercy on the poor woman °°°°°° “Leave me alone!” The woman yelled, running from the group of men that were chasing her.

She skid to a halt on the slippery wet leaves on the forest floor, landing hard on her bottom then jumping back up.

She looked around her, her eyes wild with fear as the men circled her.

Y/N shook her head, when she thought one of them transformed; their face seeming like it melted away only to return.

She must’ve had a concussion. Yeah, that’s what it was… a concussion.

One bucked up at her, making her yelp as she jumped back.

The men laughed, walking around her, taunting her until she was in tears.

She shook her head again, this time hearing voices. When they became loud and shrill, she slapped her hands over her ears and fell to her knees, screaming in pain.

The men looked around, wondering what was causing this.

The ground shook, the trees swaying with brute force.

John landed in the middle of the circle, coming out from nowhere.

“Leave her alone,” he said, his voice deep.

“Pssfft, just what the hell ya gonna do old man?!”

John turned his attention to the punk who spoke up, slowly raising his now yellow green illuminated eyes.

Immediately the men bowed, except for one, their heads hung low.

One tried pulling on the jeans of the man that refused to bow to Asmodeus.

“You don’t scare me. Just fuckin’ spoiled a-”

The man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. With a wet squelch, the head fell from the shoulders.

The soft gasp of the female made John look over his shoulder.

Asmodeus licked his chops in John’s mind, it’s tongue making a sloppy slurping noise.

“If I ever see any of you on my land again, you will end up like your friend here.”

The other men stood, not moving.

Channeling Asmodeus, John let the demons voice come through, “Go!”

The group scurried away, not looking back.

Taking a much needed deep breath, John blinked rapidly so not to scare the woman.

When he went to her, she crab walked backwards, her hands sliding on a wet patch.

“I won’t hurt you, Sweetheart.” he said, his throat raw from over exertion.

Her breathing was erratic.

John could hear her heartbeat; it sounding like a galloping horse.

“S-stay back!”

John’s head snapped up, the scent of another demon on the wind. Knowing who it was, was enough to strike silent anger in Asmodeus, quieting him.

“We need to leave, now!”

“Wh- No!”

“Goddamnit woman! Now!” John barked, rushing over to her and throwing her over his shoulder.

She kicked and screamed, beating on his back. Raising his hand, he gave her one hard, sharp smack to her bottom.

“Oww!” she whimpered.

“Now shut up!” he said, getting closer to his home. °°°°°° Once inside, John put her down. As he stood back up, her hand collided with his stubbled cheek with a resounding smack.

His nostrils flaring, John advanced towards her, “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you,”

The sting had awoken Asmodeus, the demon ready to dominate this human female.

John loins ached with need as the lust grew. He could feel himself getting hard as he stepped closer to her.

Asmodeus projected it’s lustful needs on the woman… only to hit an invisible wall. Asmodeus growled in John’s mind, then tried again.

The lust poured from John, making him so hard that it was damn near painful.

When the demon realized that she wasn’t returning the lustful pheromones, it roared loudly, giving John a headache.

He closed his eyes, holding his head and backing away until his back his the wall.

“Are y- -kay?” the woman’s soft voice was breaking up, John not able to focus on any words.

A heavy sweat broke out on his brow, his chest moving at an awfully fast pace.

The second her hand touched his shoulder, the demon silenced itself. John could only feel the slight vibration in the background.

His erection lessened, saving him the embarrassment and the tension left his shoulders.

“Where’s your phone. I know someone who can-”

“No!” John shouted

The woman stepped back, eyeballing the door.

John sighed, knowing he’d have to catch her.

She bolted towards the door, not even getting passed the couch before John had a hold of her.

She threw her head back, kicking and screaming, “Let me go, Goddamnit!”

John got a whiff of her natural scent thanks to his advanced sense of smell and he had to admit, that it was him who was getting turned on.

With her arms pinned to her chest, John dragged her to the back bedroom and threw her on the bed.

“Let me go!” she cried, as she got on her hands and knees.

The sight of her like that made John lick his lips.

“No. I can’t and won’t let you. Now stay in here and stop making so much damn noise,” he said, pointing at her.

He left the room, slamming and locking the door.

He heard various pieces of nic nacs shatter as she threw them at the door, yelling that he let her go.

John palmed his hard on, adjusting it as he gave himself a mental shake. There was no way in hell that he’d get that close to her.

Asmodeus whimpered from the corner of his brain.

John could feel the strain of the demon wanting to be near the woman again.

“No,” he whispered.

Asmodeus struck out at him, hissing.

“Fuck off,” John continued having an internal battle with demon.

Jesus Christ it was like dealing with a teenager all over again. °°°°°° Y/N wound up exhausting herself to the point where she passed out on the comfortable bed.

It was very quiet, the sound of the wind blowing outside lulling her to sleep.

She woke slightly enough to roll over, only find someone in bed with her.

“Ahhhh!” Y/N screamed, falling off of the bed.

The man chuckled, peering over the side, “Aww, what’s wrong Buttercup?”

She gasped when she heard the voice.

“Brantley?” she asked.

He held his hands up, “One in the same. What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Something felt off… and smelt funky if she were being honest.

“Wha- what do you mean?”

He slid further down, letting his head dangle over the edge, “You’re in John Winchester’s house… what are you doing here?”

Y/N stood and inching towards the door.

“Umm, nothin’… just, you know… hanging out.”

Brantley was the town’s asshole who thought his shit didn’t stink. He’d tried multiple times to get into Y/N’s pants, but always failed. She couldn’t stand him.

Brantley got off the bed and stalked her slowly, “You never hang out with me, Y/N… why’s that?”

Just a few more steps and she’d be at the door.

“Um, no particular reason,”

He stopped, tilting his head to the side and staring her down with an eerie glare, “I… call… bullshit!”

Y/N spun around and began beating on the door, “John! John! Help me!”

Brantley grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around and pinning her to the door, “Tsk, tsk. You shouldn’t have done that, Y/N,”

“John!!” she screamed. °°°°°° John’s nose twitched, the foul stench of rotting meat making him gag as he stood.

He had fallen asleep at his desk doing a background check on the woman. He found her name to be Y/N Varner and she lived the next town over.

What she was doing in the woods, he still had no idea.

He ran when he heard her scream. When he got to the door, he unlocked it, only to find it pinned shut.

He backed away, then charged at the door, thrusting his shoulder into the hardwood.

It splintered, letting him in.

He found Y/N, in the arms of…

“Popobawa,” he said, his voice gravelly.

“Aww,” Brantley pouted, “You remember me, John,”

John pointed at him, “Let her go!”

Brantley smiled, tightening his arm around Y/N’s neck, “Oh no… you see, I want her and I will have her,”

He ran a hand down the side of her breast to her bottom, “And I just can’t wait to fuck that ass… maybe rough her up a bit first,”

Y/N whimpered, begging John with her eyes to get her away.

“You don’t want to do this Popobawa,”

The demon clicked his tongue, “It’s Brantley, ya dick! I haven’t gone by Popobawa since I found this body,”

“Let her go,”

“Why, so you can have a go with her? No fuckin way man. I’m gonna be the one to stick my dick in her first! Just what the fuck are you gonna do?”

John closed his eyes, then opened them as he channeled his demon.

“Asmodeus,” Brantley smiled, “Long time no fuckin’ see buddy!”

Gone was John’s demeanor, replaced by the cockiness of Asmodeus.

John walked towards them, smiling, “Let her go Popobawa,”

Brantley’s hand morphed into a three claws. Taking a razor sharp nail, he placed it near Y/N’s throat.

“Back the fuck off, man.”

John continued to walk towards them.

Spinning Y/N around, Popobawa picked her up by the throat and slammed her down to the floor.

John growled, ready to charge.

Lifting his head, Brantley sniffed the air, scoffing in disbelief, “Are you fuckin’ kidding me!? You’re in love with her Asmodeus!?”

John’s hand clenched, smelling the sweet pheromones that came from him.

Brantley leaned down into Y/N’s face, laughing, “Poor bastard doesn’t even know you and already wants to mate,”

Y/N’s eyes shifted to John, then back to Brantley. Her hand was over a large shard of glass that she was trying to hide.

The demon sighed, sitting up and gave John a bored stare, “Do you actually believe that she’d love you; that she’d mate with a demon!? Honestly Asmodeus, I figured you’d be smarter than that,”

He shook his head, “but you can’t and won’t have her so,” Brantley raised his claw, ready to bring it down.

Just as he was about to swipe, Y/N shoved the glass into his side, cutting her hand in the process.

Brantley roared, staring down where he bled, “You fuckin’ bitch! You’re gonna pay for that! I’m going to pass you around to some nasty friends of mi-”

John jumped Brantley, pushing him off of Y/N. The two demons fought, punches being thrown left and right.

Once John had Brantley around the neck, he leaned down and whispered harshly into his ear, “No,”

Taking Brantley’s head, John twisted it, making a sickening snap sound. The body fell to the floor, twitching as it morphed into its true form.

The ground quaked, splitting opened where Popobawa laid, swallowing him whole as it took him back to hell. °°°°°° Y/N swallowed, her eyes shifting up towards John who was looking at the ground.

She went to him, only to stop when John backed up.

“N-no. Okay? Just stay there,” he said, holding his hand out.

Something deep down inside of Y/N told her that John wouldn’t hurt her. Listening to her gut she still walked over to him.

“Will you look at me, please?” she asked, softly.

Slowly John raised his head. His eyes were a yellow green. He had a cut on his bottom lip and a bruise on his cheek.

Taking her good hand, she placed it on his cheek, “Are you really possessed?”

“Yes,”

“Would you hurt me?”

He breathed deeply, exhaling a sigh, “Never,”

Y/N leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you,” she said on a whisper.

John’s nose twitched, the metallic smell of blood making his bloodlust sky rocket.

He took her hand, opening the fingers to find a cut on her palm and a series of tiny cuts on her fingers.

“Let me help you, please?”

She nodded, waiting and watching him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her, just to be sure.

“Of course I do�� You and… Asmodeus saved my life,”

The demon purred in his mind at the sound of it’s name leaving her mouth.

Taking her hand, he lifted it to his face and examined it.

She hissed as he opened her palm. Giving him the go ahead, she watched, enthralled as he ran his tongue over the marks.

Y/N gasped, surprised that there was no pain.

“Ummm, uhh… my name is Y/N,” she stuttered.

John lapped at the cuts, making her center ache with a wanton need.

“John,” he growled.

In the back of both their minds they knew that this should have been beyond awkward, but the pheromones swirling with their high emotions made them not give a damn.

On the last lick, John could smell her arousal. He licked his lips, his own labido going wild.

Taking a finger, he watched Y/N’s eyes close as he used his tongue to play with the digit.

“W-why doesn’t it hurt?” she whispered.

“It’s part of the demon.”

She watched in amazement as the cuts slowly knitted themselves back together.

Looking back at John, she saw the yellow green colors swirl in the irises, “And you’re really in there… with it?”

“Yes…”

Her arousal permeated the air and it was a glorious scent.

He took a deep breath, tilting his head back. He’d give anything to have her right about now.

“What is that smell?” she asked, sniffing the air around him, “It’s sweet,”

“Asmodeus… he’s wanting to… mate with you,”

Y/N looked down at the bulge that was pressed tightly against the seam of his jeans.

“Just the demon?” she asked, her brow raised.

John cleared his throat, blushing, “Me as well,”

Y/N lifted her shirt, pulling it over her head, “You both can have me,” she whispered.

Reaching out, John grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. Without her shirt on, her natural scent smelt of fresh rain.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, woman.”

She grinned, biting her bottom lip as she ran her hand down his shirt and over his bulge making his knees lock.

“I know exactly what I’m getting into,”

John grunted, rolling his hips as she gave his bulge a gentle squeeze. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, giving his hardness room to grow thicker.

Palming her backside, he yanked her to him, attacking her neck with sharp nips and slow caresses of his tongue.

She bit her lip, closing her eyes and moaning.

John spoke between kisses on her neck, “Tell me stop and I will.”

It would damn near kill him, but he would stop.

“Don’t you dare,” she moaned.

Reaching down, John unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down just below her bottom.

The sweet, honeysuckle scent of her arousal hit him full force, to the point that his body twitched.

Lifting her, he placed her on the bed and pulled her jeans and panties off.

John stared at her nakedness, his chest was heaving the sight of her glistening lower lips.

“Tell us what you want,” his voice was deep and scratchy.

Sitting up, she reached behind her and undid her bra. Her breasts fell from the cups, heavy and full.

John reached down and began stroking himself, watching her as she got on her knees.

Looking at him over her shoulder, she licked her lips, “I want you both to take me,”

John’s body shook with the need to mount her and take her as hard as possible.

He watched as she rested her torso on the mattress, leaving her ass high in the air.

With a growl from Asmodeus, John quickly kicked off his pants and stalked over to the bed, mounting her. He entered her with one hard thrust, making her moan loudly.

John himself wanted to go slower, but Asmodeus had different plans.

His hips slapped against her backside, making the flesh bounce and pink from the force.

She held onto the sheet, biting her bottom lip as she whimpered.

Her legs had spread wider from his thrusts, making him go as deep as he possibly could.

Never had anyone taken her this way and she had to admit that it was beyond a turn on.

“Oh god,” she cried out as John thrusted deeply.

He stayed buried to the hilt, holding her hips in an iron grip as he rolled and grinded his pelvis against her.

Pulling out slowly, he pounded into her at a harder and faster pace, making her walls hug his length tightly as she came.

She all but screamed as her release made her whole body quiver, but John and Asmodeus weren’t going to stop there.

He continued to fuck her for all their worth, punctuating each thrust with his words,

“Mine… this is mine,” his voice started out as his own, but became deeper and more demonic sounding the more he branded her, “Mine… you… are… mine!”

He threw his head back, roaring as he filled her with his sticky seed.

Y/N and John collapsed into a heap on the bed, sweaty and both smelling of the sweet pheromones of Asmodeus’ mating scent.

Y/N whimpered, curling into a ball, holding her shoulder.

Sitting up, still panting, John rolled her over to see tears falling from her closed eyes.

“What- what’s wrong?” he asked, his normal voice cracking.

“It burns,” she said, sniffling.

Lifting her hand, his eyes widened at the sight of Asmodeus’ mark.

It was inflamed, just as if she had gotten the tattoo. Not to mention, it was a pretty decent size. It started at the shoulder and ended just at the swell of her breast.

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’ll pass,”

He wiped away the tears from her rosy cheeks, speaking lowly to her as the pain subsided.

As the redness began to fade, a black and gray rose became noticeable.

Y/N sniffled, sitting up and looking down at the mark, “Does this mean we're…?”

John winced as he swallowed. He was hoping that she hadn’t changed her mind.

“Mated? Yes…”

He waited… waited for her to jump off the bed, get dressed and leave. Well, at least attempt to leave.

He had no idea on the true mating rituals, figuring that it would never happen to him, so why bother? Damnit, he was slacking on his studies.

“Huh,”

John’s eyebrows rose, “That’s it? Just, ‘Huh.’ ?”

“What did you expect? Me to take off or at least try to?”

He dropped his eyes to the cover, not wanting her to see the truth.

Sighing, she cupped his cheek, running a thumb over the stubble, “I get that we don’t know each other from kingdom come, but… there’s something here and I’m not backing down easily,”

John looked into her eyes, seeing a spark there… one of determination. Lifting a hand, he thread his fingers into her wild hair, pulling her face to his.

The kiss was much slower than the previous; John taking his time as he gently flicked his tongue over her lips.

Y/N moaned softly, holding onto his sides as she tilted her head to deepen the kisses.

The raging need to claim her again, hit him harder than he expected.

At the feel of his length hardening, Y/N gasped, breaking the kiss.

“You both have one hell of an appetite, don’t you?” she giggled.

John smiled, “You have no idea, Sweetheart.”

Y/N shrieked, laughing uncontrollably as John threw his body over her, ready to take her once more.

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youprobablyknowmebymy-sideblog · 8 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast

A/n: This will have several time skips, fair warning. Oh, and f/c = favorite color. It’s based off of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, and takes place before and during year six.

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“I’m what!?” you exclaimed, your eyes widening. “No, no, you can’t do this,” you protest, your mouth opening in disbelief. “Him? Of all people, it had to be him!?”

“Y/n, you know the ways of Pureblood families. You are betrothed to Draco Malfoy, and there is nothing you can do about it,” Your mother looked down at you, the tone of her voice matter-of-fact. “Now I expect you two get along, for at least tonight.”

“Tonight? Why toni-” you paused before laughing humorlessly. “They’re coming for dinner. You see fit to tell me that I’m to marry the biggest dick in all of Hogwarts two hours before I have to see them again?” You shook your head. “Typical.”

You couldn’t believe what your mother had done. She knew you had planned on marrying for love, but no. She had to ruin the one hope for your future. By arranging a marriage. With the Slytherin Prince.

Of course, he had never been particularly mean to you specifically. Rude, maybe, but not mean. However, news traveled fast at Hogwarts, so you knew all about his actions. You knew just how mean he really was.

Your mother ignored your outburst. She turned to leave, looking over her shoulder to give one last remark. “I bought you a new outfit for tonight.”

You turned, scoffing, to head up to your room. How she could expect you to be civil after that…

Once you arrived in your room, you took a deep breath, taking in the familiar f/c walls. Your gaze shifted to the bed, on which a dress was waiting.

Eww. Dresses.

You shook your head slightly, letting lose a large sigh. It would be a long night.

*timeskip*

Twirling in front of the mirror, you had to admit that the dress wasn’t as bad as you had imagined. It was knee length in the front, getting slightly longer in the back, and made of a floaty f/c fabric. It hugged your waist, a thin, glittering belt clenching it there. It was paired with a pair of flats. Your hair and makeup was already done, so you were ready. And just in time too.

You could hear the sound of gravel crunching as one of the ministry cars pulled into the end of your long driveway. Racing down the stairs, you nearly ran into your mother at the bottom. She had been waiting for you.

“Y/n… you look beautiful.”

“Mhm,” you murmured, pushing past her.

She reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I know you’re mad at me, Y/n, but hear me out. I was planning to let you marry whomever you wanted, but… well, you know what your father did.” Of course you did. Your father had made the mistake of entering the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry without permission. Your mother continued, “Lucius offered to get him off with nothing more than a scolding if… if you would marry Draco. I had to pick the lesser of the two evils.”

You turned to face her, your face softening slightly. “It’s okay. I understand. You had to.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Your mother went to open it, greeting the Malfoy’s as they entered the house. Draco led the way, surprisingly. He greeted your gaze with a smirk. As usual.

*timeskip*

The cold winter air bit at your cheeks, tinting them pink. You were walking down to Hogsmead with a group of your friends. The group plan was to hit Honeydukes, Zonkos, and the Shrieking Shack before stopping at the Three Broomsticks, but you weren’t feeling well, so you decided that you would just go to Honeydukes and then go back up to the school. You would have just stayed inside, but you were running low on candy and needed to restock.

A half hour later, you were walking back up the path towards Hogwarts laden with bags of sweets. You entered the castle and wandered the hallways for a while, relishing the alone time, but before long the bags in your arms got too heavy to keep carrying around.

A short journey later, you were standing in front of a damp brick wall. Murmuring the password, you stepped into the Slytherin common room. You dumped your bags onto the floor, sinking into one of the large leather chairs, only to freeze when you hear an unexpected noise.

You look around the room, relaxing when you spot Draco asleep on another of the chairs. As much as he irritates you, you couldn’t help but be glad that he’s getting some sleep. He’s been looking half dead for weeks, and you couldn’t figure out why.

Studying his sleeping figure, you notice a small section of black peeking out from under his sleeve. Curious, you stand and go to investigate, sitting on the arm of his chair. You gently took his arm, careful not to wake him, and softly tugged his sleeve up, revealing the rest of the black shape.

A dark mark.

Your gasp may have been too loud, because he jolted awake. Startled, you fell from your perch and landed on the floor.

“Bloody he-” He cut himself off, his gaze traveling from your position on the floor to his exposed forearm, and jumped up. “What have you done?!”

Your eyes widen in slight fear at his sudden outburst. “I- I could see part of it and was curious… Draco…” You trail off as he paces over and slams his fist into the wall. “Draco what-”

“No one was supposed to know about this, Y/n! No one!”

“I’m sorry… I am…” you plead.

*timeskip*

The common room grew quiet as a series of bangs were heard from another spot in the castle. Most Slytherins started discussing theories about what had caused them, and you looked for the familiar mop of blond hair that belonged to Draco Malfoy, but noticed it missing. Wondering where he could be, you set out in search. You were just rounding a corner when a flash of red light zoomed past, and the only way to avoid it was to press yourself flat against the wall. You peered out, trying to determine the source, and soon realized that there was a battle going on. Drawing your wand, you started towards the commotion. A figure in a mask sent a curse your direction, and you were just about to fire one in return when you were pulled out of the way.

A strong grip on your wrist dragged you further and further away from where the battle was taking place. You yanked your hand out of the persons grasp and stopped dead, causing the figure to turn around and face you.

“Y/n come on! We need to get out of here,” Draco exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Not until you explain what is happening!”

“Dumbledore is dead, he was killed by the Deatheaters, and we need to leave before we get killed, now come on!”

Completely shocked, you let him drag you away. The rest of that night passed in a blur.

*timeskip*

In the months that you and Draco spent cooped up in the Malfoy Manor, there was little to do. Eventually Draco decided that he needed to teach you how to ballroom dance. Of course.

Of all things he could have chosen, it was dancing. It was a skill that required, at minimum, the ability to keep ones balance. Which you sorely lacked.

It took a long time for him to successfully teach you how to dance without stepping on his feet, or tripping over your own, but once you could, it was actually quite enjoyable.

You both vividly remembered the first time you’d made it all the way through a song, and it would always be one of your most treasured memories.

The two of you had been dancing for the entire song, and the longer you went without making a mistake, the more confident you got. By the end, you were grinning ear to ear.

And so was Draco. His hard work had payed off, and he found it amusing to see you so proud of yourself. Not to mention that he loved seeing you so happy.

So that was why he’d kissed you.

It wasn’t too long, but it was sweet, joyful, and just perfect.

You hadn’t realized till then that marrying Draco Malfoy might not be so bad after all.

#nessi's writing challenge #that-was-not-supposed-to-happen #draco malfoy #draco x reader #beauty and the beast #disney inspired #harry potter #potterhead #imagine #x reader #disney #Disney writing challenge

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365runesofthesystem · 7 years ago

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13 Looks Like A Baby

"It looks like a baby."

She blinks, turns to him and points at the creature.

"That thing is huge! How is it a baby!?"

He shrugs, holds out his hand with the fish just out of reach. The monsters moves closer to land, keeps it flippers wet as it splashes and tries to reach the treat without exiting the lake.

She watches, sees the big fins that rise from the water, attached to a tail about the size of the beast.

She almost screeches, takes a step back as he wiggles the fish in front of it.

"Come on girl. I know you love these guppies."

The monster answers with a happy whine and navigating out of the water more, smooth skin sliding into the wet sand.

He throws the food and she can see sharp teeth as the beast clamps down on the fish, the snap of the jaw sending her to grab onto his shoulders.

"It has teeth!"

"Well, people have categorized Nessie as a carnivore."

"Nessie!? You named it already!?"

"She deserves a name! Not everyone just calling her 'it' all the time!"

"A name!? We don't even know what she is!"

She points to the beast, the monster giving a small whine and sniffing the finger for anymore food. She jumps back, gets a jump from Nessie in return, who slides back, covering her back flippers in the water again.

He gives her a look, digs into the crate for another fish.

"Stop that, you are scaring her!"

"Scaring her!? I am not the one trying to take a bite for human!"

He turns to Nessie, gives the beast a wink.

"Not worth it, trust me. Tastes like anxiety and stress."

She slaps him, gets a copy from the watery friend.

He smiles, claps his hands and makes a sound of approval when Nessie copies.

"Oh, a quick learner!"

The monster whines appreciatively, plays around with him for the big.

She sighs, watches them for a second before a thought slams down, making her stand and yank him back.

"Oka- AH! WHAT!?"

"If this is a baby, where is the mom!?"

A sound, long and deep, sounds across the lake, making all three heads swivel around to face to the open water.

#writings #daily writings #daily writing challenges #january #13 of 365 #looks like a baby #lochness monster #nessie #lakes #mother and child #365daysofwritings

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the-best-tomato · 2 years ago

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Out of all my little au’s about pokemon, this is one of my favorites that I like to replay in my head from time to time.

It starts with the reader just suddenly ending up in the world of pokemon, doesn’t really matter how it happened, you just one day appear on a bench in Monostoke with a text message from god along the lines of, “Yeah, I kinda made a mistake bringing you here, but I can’t exactly send you back. Best I can do is give you a working ID and 500 poke dollars, good luck.”

As a reasonable person, your only kinda majorly upset at the news of this, but realizing that your going to make the best out of your situation, so you quickly check up on where you exactly landed plot wise, only to find that you’re at just before the main plot starts. A new goal then presents itself to you, DON’T MESS UP THE PLOT. It’s a simple goal really, you don’t want to some how mess up someone catching Eternatus and have it go on to destroy the region, where would you live then, you can’t exactly afford a ticket out of the country at the moment.

So you find a job in Wyndon, the last place that the protagonists go and find a job at a Battle Cafe. You find the job to be quite entertaining, watching people battle for seating while serving them sweets while business is slow, but when in the middle of a rush, you tend to zone out, barely being able to remember your regulars faces. This is also where Leon enters the picture. He’s your hundredth or so customer during the rush so you’re not paying too much attention any more, although you do find it odd the way he’s dressed, a face mask, grey hat and sweater to match. Then his order’s even stranger, just a small black coffee, no sugar or milk. He even refuses the free cookie on the side, what a weird guy. But because you’re rushing, you don’t leave much more to that thought and misspell his name on his coffee cup as Lee.

The second time he comes along is when the end of your shift is nearing, and you’re tired from the rush that happened not too long ago. He comes in with the same outfit as before, minus the face mask, but very much wet from the rain outside. As you’re also cleaning up the shop however, you don’t really pay much attention to that fact, or to his face for that matter. But you do engage in small talk ranging from the rain, to pokemon battles that you both had recently seen to the strange news of pokemon gigamaxing outside of power spots and the wild area.

You finally get him his drink after half an hour, the same black coffee from before, and when you ask him his name to write on the cup, he chuckles a bit, and says “Lee, just call me Lee.”

The third time he comes by is at the beginning of your shift, and this is the first time where you actually recognize him for who he is, the champion, Leon. Of course, not to make things too awkward, you just pretend you still don’t know who he is. He even asks you if you watch the gym challenge on tv, and you to save yourself, say no, you don’t even watch that much tv or follow any sports.

This surprises Leon, but he’s quick to change the subject after that. Probably so you can both talk about something you would both know, but in the back of your head you can’t help but think that it was possibly because he just wanted someone to talk to that would treat him like a normal person, not the champion.

You two hang out like this a bit more, at the starts and ends of your shifts a few times before another gym leader tags along, Nessa. Of course, when you take their orders, she tells you her name is Nessy, (Oh wow), but you all get along nicely. And when they leave you see her shove his arm in a playful, teasing matter.

This happens a few more times with various other gym leaders before Raihan follows Leon in. You begin chatting them up almost instantly, and you immediately get hit with Raihan openly flirting with you. Trying to keep your innocent and oblivious persona going, you out right ignore him doing so, and before too long you feel the tension in the room rise as you pour them both coffee, your back turned so you don’t see Leon absolutely staring daggers at Raihan. They leave shortly after you hand them their drinks, making you a bit confused in the end, as they had only been there for 5 minutes, and Raihan had stopped flirting after a few attempts of his had failed.

This event probably would have caused you to worry a bit more, but literally the day afterwards, the darkest day occurred, and you got a few days off of work, before getting back to the grind. You realized after your second day back that Leon still hadn’t shown up, but with him still being the champion for a few more days, it wouldn’t surprise you if he was helping repair damages from the darkest day, and also trining to find Ex- Chairman Rose.

It was in the newspaper, one of the days that you actually bought it as you walked to work. As you walked through the streets, ducking into an alleyway as a shortcut, the news caused you to short circuit for a second.

Leon had once again kept his wining streak, getting to be champion for at least one more year.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. As you struggle to figure out why this occurred, with your nose buried in the paper, you bump into someone, and as you look up to apologize, you freeze, it’s Leon, in his champion attire at that. And when he looks at the paper you’re holding, seeing his face on the cover, his face contorting from happy to see you to... whatever that was, you run.

He calls after you, but you run. You don’t know why.

You get on the train, stopping after 30 minutes because of a flock of wooloo, when it hits you.

You fell in love. And that happy little pretend bubble you both loved so much just popped. There couldn’t be anymore pretending anymore. You would have to talk to him eventually, if he even tried to talk to you. You would have to go back.

But ... you’re a coward, so you just called in sick.

Wandering around Hammerlocke, you pretended to be a tourist. Looking through all of the old buildings and structures is quite nice as you avoid any digital build boards with his face. You sit on a bench, looking out onto the wild area, when Raihan passes you by, on the phone. He takes a double take, before ending his call and turning back to you to say hey.

He sits down, and talks about the view for a bit before asking you if you know who the champion is.

“Yes, yes I do.”

Tears begin to fall down your face, turning onto a flood, as Raihan tries his best to comfort you. You began to spill, that you had known for awhile now, but you didn’t want to bring it up because you didn’t want to make things awkward or disappoint him or lose him or-

“Oh Arceus, what happened?”

There he was, in the flesh, again. Leon. He looked disheveled, like he had run a marathon, yet he was still wearing his champion outfit from earlier. He rushed over to you, taking off and draping his cape over you as he asks if you’re alright.

You aren’t alright, but you say yes as you continue to tear up and stare at the setting sun.

Leon begins to say how sorry he is that he didn’t tell you that he was the champion, but with a soft murmur about how you’ve known for a while now. He quiets down, and as you two just sit there, not knowing what to say next, Raihan slips out of there.

Not too long after, he takes you back to Wyndon by way of Charizard and you spend the night at his apartment in the city, just watching random shows you find on late at night.

And when you make up in the morning, it’s to the news going on how the champion might have found someone else, rather than any challengers to give a champion of a time to, followed by what you could see of his phone. Hop and his mother, and a few other numbers sending a few variations of the text, ‘When did you get a girlfriend Mr. Workaholic!’

Oh... well at least you aren’t interfering with the plot anymore.

[I’m sorry if it seemed a little rushed at the end, it’s my first time really writing down something like this, there were also a few plot lines I skipped in order for the story to be a bit more cohesive.]

#pokemon swsh #pokemon #leon x reader

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msdk-00 · 2 years ago

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4, 10, 43, 44

4. What's a cryptid you believe in?

I have a weird memory of watching some movie about the loch ness monster when I was very young and I think I internalized it as a real phenomenon because of it. Nessie I know you're out there

10. Would you slaughter the rich?

I think the Purge should be real but every year we should all unite based on class and charge Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk's mansions, slaughter them, and redistribute the wealth to the American people (I'm not American but I'll join y'all for a good cause)

43. Thoughts on spicy food?

I love it bc I love a challenge which is why I love horror movies and games as well but I don't take spice well at all. But I am stubborn ...

44. You get a free pass to kill anyone; who is it?

Refer to my most recent post about writing Steven Crowder's name in my Death Note

#infernalentity #ask #asks

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book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure · 8 years ago

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Imagine: Pretending to be a man and joining the Night’s Watch, eventually causing Jon Snow to fall for you.

A/N: This was supposed to be an entry for @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen’s Disney challenge, it’s a Game of Thrones and Mulan crossover, however, I was not able to submit it in time because life got in the way, I still wanted to finish and post it though. A lot of this is not going to follow the plot of Game of Thrones, for example I know that Cersei doesn’t have a cousin named William, but I did what I thought would fit the story. Anyways, ENJOY!

Warnings: This is a Game of Thrones imagine so there is some violence!

Y/B/N = Your Boy Name (as in the name you choose to use to disguise yourself)

Another braid, another flower, you sigh as your handmaiden styles your hair, “Please stop moving Lady Y/N.”

“Why is this necessary Mary, I don’t wish to please Lord William or his family, I don’t even wish to get married, so why must I get ready for them,” You groan, you were the fourth child of House Y/L/N, and your elder sisters were both happily married, you however, were not like them. You did not wish to marry a nobleman and live a peaceful life of royalty, you had always wanted to be a warrior like your older brother.

“Your mother and father wish for you to marry Lord William. This will be perfect for you mi’lady, he is the cousin of the Queen, you will live a wonderful life.”

“Father and mother do not want me to marry him to give me a better life Mary,” Mary pins down your last strand of hair, then sits to face you with a confused expression on her face, “They want my younger brother Edward to marry William’s sister, and the only way the Lannisters will agree to that is if I marry William.”

“Mi’lady-”

You turn away from Mary, and look at your reflection in the mirror, “You know that that’s the truth Mary, I’d never pass a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. I’ve always been the strange one, I’ve always been the daughter they wish they never had, and now’s their chance to send me away. If I were to show who I really am, I wou-I would break my family’s heart.”

“They love you very much mi’lady.”

“I’m not like my sisters Mary, I’m an imperfect girl, I can’t live a perfect life.”

“Y/N, mother is calling for you, the Lannisters are almost here!” Your sister called as she entered your chambers.

Mary urges you to get up, “We must go Lady Y/N, we do not want to upset your mother.”

Your family stood at the gates of your home, as the Lannisters approached. Your mother frantically looks around to find you, you rush down the stairs, praying to the Seven Gods to protect you from falling in your pathetic dress.

“There you are Y/N! Cover up those scratches on your arms!” You mother scolded, gesturing to the scrapes and scars on your arms from years of fighting, “And stand properly Y/N, you are a lady of the house Y/L/N for heaven’s sake!”

“Yes mother,” You sigh, pulling a shawl over your arms.

The Lannisters finally reach you, and one by one you greet each other. William approaches you and bows, he takes you hand and places a light kiss on it, “Greetings my lady. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Lord William,” You respond, William is incredibly handsome, and any normal girl would feel insanely giddy if he greeted her in such a way, but you felt nothing.

The next few days go by, and you’re forced to spend time with William. It’s not entirely bad, he’s a very kind man, but you couldn’t be yourself around him. Your brother, Edward, on the other hand was really falling for William’s sister, so everyone was counting on you to impress William.

You were currently practicing your sword skills in the woods by the riverbed, hoping that no one would find you. You hear footsteps approaching you from behind, and in force of habit, you quickly turn on your heel and point you sword out, “Easy there!”

“Lord William! I-I...” You drop your sword, feeling at a loss for words.

“Lady Y/N,” He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts, “I did not expect to see you like this, I-I didn’t realize how...vicious you were.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay for you play around like this sometimes.”

“Play around?” You asked, feeling slightly upset by his choice of words, “William, I’ve been training since I was a little girl! I’m not playing.”

He chuckles, “Training? What would you need to train for my lady?”

It’s now or never Y/N, just tell him, maybe he’ll understand, you know he likes you! You sigh, “I want to be a warrior William.”

“W-what?” He looks genuinely confused, “You can’t be serious Y/N?”

“I am.”

“LEAVE. I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY HOME AND NEVER RETURN!” You have never seen your mother so angry. William refused to marry you upon learning how you feel, and the Lannisters decided it would be best to leave. Edward was heartbroken, and the rest of your family refused to even look at you.

“Fine mother, I’ll go,” you spat venomously, “and I swear to you, I will never come back.”

You rush up to your room, and grab your knife. You stare at your tear stained face and slice off a strand of your hair, then another, and another, until all of it is shoulder length. You strip out of your horrendous dress and begin wrapping a long strip of cloth around your chest, hoping to make yourself look as flat as possible. You slip into your brother’s clothing and emotionally blackmail Mary into helping you escape.

You spend the next few days marching north, you finally reach the Wall and within the following week you have taken your vows and become an official member of the Night’s Watch. Your struggle, however, has not ended. Every night you go to bed relieved that no one discovered your secret, and every morning you wake up with the fear that today might be the day they find out.

You make your way out of the food hall, it was your first official day of training - up until now they were just trying to figure out what you were and were not good at - you were a good fighter, but apparently you weren’t good enough. You see the men gathered outside, you’re a few minutes late and from what you’ve heard, the trainer was not very lenient.

“And you must be Y/B/N, glad to see that you could join us,” He chided.

“I’m sorry,” You look down at your feet, he’s quite attractive...stop it Y/N!

“Since you clearly think you’re too good for this, take a sword and fight with me,” He throws the sword in your direction, and you catch it. The other men stare hungrily, waiting for the fight to begin.

He swings his sword at you and you duck away, you were good, but you’d never gotten into an actual fight like this. You hear a few men laugh, “Get him Snow!”

Snow? As in the Jon Snow, infamous bastard of Lord Eddard Stark? You heard rumors about him joining the watch, but you never thought you’d be fighting against him. He takes your moment of distraction, to punch you and throw you to the ground.

You sit up, coughing as you try to catch your breath, and you wipe a small trickle of blood off the side of your mouth.

“Pathetic,” Jon mutters, before deciding to continue with his usual lesson.

By the end of the day you were sore and completely out of breath, “Alright men, the last task of the day will be climbing. Everyone get your equipment and begin.”

You tilt your head up to see the top of the wall that you’ll be climbing, that thing must be nearly 100 metres high...bloody hell! You take your ice axe and strike the wall, it barely goes in, that would never hold. By the time you finally lodge your axe into the wall, most of the others are already at least 20 feet up. Determined to catch up to the others, you climb up and lodge your axe a bit higher. You’re about 10 feet off the ground when the axe comes loose. Before you know what’s happening, you go tumbling to the ground, you let out a feminine scream and groan when you hit the hard ground. As your vision refocuses, you see Jon standing above you, he gives his hand and the look on his face shows exactly how disappointed he is, “Get up.”

“I-I’m sorry! It slipped and...”

“Enough. You have no hope to become a Ranger, just leave Y/B/N.”

“But-” Before you can finish, Jon has already turned around and is dismissing the others.

No! No Y/N, you did not come all the way to Castle Black for this, you did not leave your family and future to become a steward! As everyone walks away, you march back towards the wall, take your equipment, and attempt to climb once again.

Night falls, and you are nearly at the top. A couple more feet Y/N, come on! Your body screams from exhaustion, but you continue. Finally, you reach the top. You sit on the edge of the wall and nearly cry from happiness.

The men who work the night shift circle the ground below you, and Jon walks over to speak to one of them.

“Snow!” You shout, “Am I still too pathetic to become a ranger?”

He stares up at you in shock for a moment before his face breaks into a charming smile, causing you to smile cheerfully as well.

“Men!” Jon calls everyone to attention, “A group of Wildlings have crossed over to our lands and are acting as a threat to our people. I will be leading a troop of Rangers to fight.”

You have only been training for a few weeks, and though you have become one of Jon’s favourites, you do not expect to be taken along on this trip, so when your name is called you’re taken aback but overjoyed at the same time.

The fight is in full force when you notice a Wildling sneaking up behind Jon with an axe in his hand. You rush forward and block the blow with your shield a second before it has a chance to hit him. Jon quickly turns towards you and shoots you a grateful look before continuing his fight.

Eventually, the fight ends. Most of the Wildlings are dead, and a few have fled. Jon walks over to you, “Y/B/N, what were you thinking jumping in front of that axe? You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my complete trust.”

You smile at him, but your moment of happiness is short-lived, “Y/B/N! Watch out!”

You spin around to see what’s happening, and you’re met with a dagger to your stomach. You cry out in pain, and fall to the ground. With a swift movement of his sword, Jon beheads the man that stabbed you, and he’s instantly by your side, “He’s wounded! Get help! Y/B/N, hold on.”

You are woken up by a dull pain to the side of your stomach, you look around and find yourself in some sort of tent. You see the shadow of two people talking outside, and suddenly Jon walks in. You get up, and your blanket slides off your shoulders, Jon’s eyes go wide, you look down only to realize that you are in nothing but bandages that are tightly wrapped around your chest and torso, showing off every curve of your body.

“Jon, please! I can explain!” He looks away in disgust.

Peter, a man who’s hated you from the moment you joined the Watch, bursts into the tent, “So it’s true!”

He pushes past Jon and takes your arm, roughly dragging you out of the tent, he throws you to the ground as the rest of the men surround you, “I knew there something wrong with you! A woman!”

“My name is Y/N!”

He scoffs, “A woman in the Night’s Watch! This is treason! You’ll surely take care of this, will you not Snow?”

Jon looks down at you in disappointment, he sighs and takes his sword out. You look away, at least you get to die as yourself Y/N. He draws his sword back and drops it by your knees. You look up at him in confusion, “A life for a life. Now my debt has been paid.”

He turns away from you, “Jon...”

“Move out men!” He calls before mounting his horse.

You watch as the men recede in the distance.

“What did you expect?” You ask yourself out loud, “They’d see that you could fight, and take you in with open arms? Jon was right... I’m pathetic.”

You make your way back to the wall as it was your only way back home, when you hear two men approaching, “If they only knew, that was just the smoke before the real fire starts up. Those bloody fools will never know what hit them. We distracted the Night’s Watch long enough to get our people into the surrounding villages, their land will be ours in no time!”

You stand in shock, this was a part of their plan! I have to warn the Watch! When you finally approach Castle Black, you are met with disapproving stares and whispers. You walk up to a close friend of yours but even he turns away, “Matthew please, I must speak with the commander, it’s urgent!”

“It’s best if you turn back, you are no longer welcome here,” He says, the betrayal he’s feeling is evident on his face.

“Please, just...just listen to me. Once. Matthew, I’ve been living here for weeks, you’ve become one of my closest friends, have I ever done anything to hurt you?” He stares at you in silence, “Just hear me out.”

“Fine, but this will be the last time.”

“The Wildlings have planned to raid our villages, the fight that took place earlier was only a distraction. I’m going to help, if you believe, then please, send help,” With that, you mount your horse and head off towards the nearest village.

As you approach the village, you see a man holding an axe to a young boy’s throat. You slyly approach him, and point your sword towards his back, “Drop your weapon or my sword will go right through you.”

He laughs, “You don’t want to fight me girl, stand down.”

“I said, let the boy go,” You hiss venomously.

“And I said no,” With one swift motion, you push your sword through the man’s back, he cries out and falls to his knees, “You filthy bitch!”

Ignoring his final words, you crouch down next to the fearful boy, “I won’t let them hurt you. I promise.”

“And we’re not going to let anyone hurt you either Y/N,” You turn your head to see Jon approaching on his horse, followed by Matthew and other men of the Watch.

“Jon, you came!” You smile.

He walks up to you and places his hand on your shoulder, “I was wrong to judge you Y/N. You are very brave for a woman.”

“Thank you,” You blush.

After you final fight in the village a year ago, you were sent back to your family. After hearing of your bravery, your eldest brother had decided to take you in, you trained and fought alongside him, and no one pressured you to marry anymore.

You woke up one morning and heard a familiar voice as you passed by the balcony. You looked down and so none other than Jon Snow talking to your brother. Blush crept up your neck as you ran down the staircase to greet him.

“Jon!” Jon and your brother turned to you with smiles, “What are you doing here.”

“As you probably heard, my father and brother, have been killed, I left the Watch and reclaimed Winterfell.”

“My brother has told me about how you bravely defeated Ramsay Bolton and his army, I meant, what are you doing here?” You ask, gesturing around yourself.

“I think it would be best if I told you Y/N,” Your brother answers, “Lord Snow has come here to ask for your hand in marriage.”

You blush harder and look down, Jon adds, “But your brother was telling me that you were not interested in marrying anyone.”

“I never said that!” You say defensively, “I just wanted to wait for the right man.”

Your brother chuckles, “So, are you saying that you would like to marry Lord Snow?”

“I-um-yes,” Despite the cool air around you, your face burns furiously. Your brother mutters something about how your mother would never believe the news, and rushes off, leaving you alone with Jon.

“It’s really nice to finally see you again Lady Y/N.”

“You as well Lord Snow.”

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Don't Worry About the Curse

A fanfic for the Drawfee character Bogly (not cursed), from their first Bone Game episode [link will be in responses to this post if you wanna watch the vod]. This fanfic is by request from Drawfee during their livestream on 11-1-21.

2nd person POV, present tense Words: 1200 Contains: spooky themes, a couple swears

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You never should have agreed to go on this trip to obscure, haunted places with your friends. You never should have agreed to exploring these places at night when you only knew the Google Maps basics of the areas. You never should have scrimped on a phone case. Because now you are lost in the outskirts of an unknown bog with your phone screen shattered and no idea where your friends have wandered off to.

Your phone is still responsive; you just can't see anything on the screen. Luckily, you have the muscle memory of how to turn on the flashlight on your phone, so you're not in total darkness. But the way the harsh light casts creepy shadows of the plants, you almost want to just be in darkness. It's a shame you never did any wilderness activities as a child. You might've been able to navigate by the stars. But since you don't have this knowledge, you must rely on your fading memory of the path you've already taken. Mud squelches under your boots. Good thing you wore rain boots. Calluses were preferable to wet shoes full of grime. The water is only a few inches here, so it doesn't take much effort to trek onward. The main struggle comes from avoiding prickly plants and spider webs. You come upon a large fallen tree. It's not leading in the direction you are initially going, but you think you see a dirt path just beyond its broken branches. You step onto the end of the trunk to test its sturdiness. It doesn't creak or snap, and doesn't sink into the mud, so you trust in and start to cross it. You misjudged the tree's reliability. The further from the roots you get, the more the tree gives, lowering you closer to the murky bog below. You pick up your pace and recklessly jump off the end to—hopefully—dry land. You hit dirt and tumble into a graceless roll. You lie on your back for a moment and enjoy the solid ground beneath you while you catch your breath and curse your friends again. How had they gone beyond yelling range so quickly? This had to be a prank. Your rage and frustration fester. You scream. "How the hell do I get out of this damn bog?" You are not expecting anyone—or thing—to answer. So when you hear a voice say, "Oh, you wish to leave the bog?" you scream again, scramble to your feet and wave your phone around until the light lands on the only possible source of the voice. The thing in front of you can only be described as a monster. It is like a short-necked Nessie? It's perched up on the shore, casually flicking a fishy tail out of the water now and then. It's almost as if you asked someone to create a mermaid-dinosaur-whale combo, as some sort of art challenge. "You done now?" it asks when you run out of breath to scream. You vacantly nod. "Great. I'm Bogly by the way (not cursed). Nice to meet ya." "Cursed?" Because that's the thing your mind catches on. "No. There is no curse. I can definitely tell you there's no curse 'cause I am totally able to talk about it. Now—you said you wanted out of the bog?" "Yes..." You are still having a hard time processing the fact you are talking to a monster right now. But so far it is proving more helpful than your friends so you go with it. Not like you have any better plans on getting out of here. "Yeah, of course. I can show you how to get out of the bog. I've been out of the bog many times.. I can leave the bog whenever I want. 'Cause there's no curse." "For someone with no curse, you sure bring a lot of attention to the concept of there being a curse." "Nonsense..." It fails to provide any counterargument. "Can I interest you in some milk?" Well that is as random as its sudden appearance. "No," you decline. You don't even want to start imagining what kind of milk it's talking about. "Just, show me how to get out of here." "Oh yeah. I can show you how to leave. I leave all the time. This way." It slinks a bit back into the water and starts slowly swimming along the shore. "This way." Maybe your friends drugged you in the beginning of this prank. That would explain this. There is definitely no sense to make here. You follow after Bogly. You walk for awhile and feel like you're getting nowhere. "So, Bogly?" "Yes?" "Have you seen other people here tonight? Like a guy with a big beard, a guy with swooshy hair and earrings, a girl with glasses and an oversized cat-ear hoodie, and a girl that's vaguely a vampire?" "Oh I see other people all the time!" Bogly answers. You can't tell if it's intentionally avoiding your question, or

if it's just generally unhelpful. "The witch invites people here all the time—I mean, I invite people here all the time." You raise a brow skeptically. "There's a witch now?" "What? No! No witch. Of course there's not a witch who put a curse on me." "Because there is no curse," you deadpan sarcastically. "Exactly!" Talking to Bogly doesn't seem to get you anywhere. So you stop trying to make conversation. You wander and wander, following Bogly's lead. You feel just as lost as when you had begun. It is taking all you have to not give into panic and have a breakdown. "How much further until we get out of here?" you growl in frustration. There is no answer. You look around but don't see Bogly anymore. "Bogly?" you try calling. Nothing. You scan the deeper water, but notice no disturbances. It's like the monster just vanished. "The fuck...?" You take a few steps back and start to look around in an attempt to get new bearings. You see a small cabin. Finally! A sign of life. You head towards it, not caring about sticking to the driest path now and making a beeline for the building. Life. Human life. Horror movie tropes be damned, any person will be a great sight to see after what you have been through tonight. You should have paid closer attention to your footing. Your toe snags on a root and you fall face first into the muck. You sink below the boggy water, having the misfortune to find a deeper part of the wetlands. Now the panic attack sets in. You're covered in muck and moss, sinking slowly as you fight against the weight of your mud-caked clothes, trying to unhook your foot from the snaggly root that grabbed you. You refuse to let this be your end. You kick off your boots and scramble your way to the surface of the water. Fresh air blesses your lungs. Once your breathing stabilizes, you start swimming for the shallows. As you near, you hear a scream. You blink a couple times before your eyes adjust and you see a person staring at you. "Who are you?" she exclaims. "Oh it's great to see a human again," you sigh in relief. "I'm Bogly (not cursed). Nice to meet ya."

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