Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can
you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and
catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of
his characters. Thank you love your writing!
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff
Word Count: 2067
A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part.
Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers
on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the
plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic
athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night
alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best
friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You
were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold
and silver medals at the Olympics.
He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would
never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you
had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever
brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like
pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather
have him as a friend than nothing at all.
You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead.
Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason.
You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of
all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way
were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but
Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.
Pairing: Thor x plus size!reader. OC!daughter Stella, OC!twins Frey and Atlas.
Warnings: Fluff. Sexual references to male member in the downstairs department but nothing NSFW.
Word count: 2k
Summary: Born from a falling
star erupting on Asgardian ground, her small body was covered in little marks
that would grow into birth marks representing the constellations. Once of age,
Y/N agreed to married Thor and become the future queen of Asgard. Now she is the
goddess of the stars and accompanies Heimdall during his watch. However, as the
universe exhibits a unique yet peculiar string of events, she is forced to seek
shelter on Midgard from an enemy that might just be her own flesh and blood.
A/N: written for @supersoldierslover and my prompt was “showering together (non sexual)”.
The stick moved easy over the ground, drawing a line
from the end in the sand. The lines became a castle as they so often had
before. Peter would soon come back and destroy it, as he so often had before.
You sighed, and looked around at the camp. Some of the
boys were cooking dinner, some hunted, some fooled around, and Peter was out
doing god knows what. He did that a lot, he was almost never at the camp
“it has its purpose” he had said when you had asked. “don’t
And you hadn’t. Not because you were scared, no. You
had never been scared at Peter, not like anyone else had, he treasured you. Nobody
dared curl a hair on your head, everybody knew what had happened to the boy who
by accident had hit you with an arrow, sometimes you could still hear his
scream in the dark night. Every time you asked Peter to let him go, forgive
him, it was just an accident!
“nobody hurts my queen” Peter always said, and kissed
You stood up, and started walking out of the
camp. Peter wasn’t here, surely you could leave for just five minutes.
You knew the forest almost as well as Peter. All the
times you had snuck out here, just for him to go after you, to spend a little quality
time with your king.
The forest went on and on, but you didn’t mind, why
should you? The forest was a nice place, it was as if even the plants was
afraid of what Peter could do to them, and not dared hurt you.
A voice cut through the silence on Neverland, and you
followed the sound. It didn’t take many steps for you, before you stood in
front of a group.
“hello” you said, all of them turning to you. There were
five, a woman with long blonde hair, a woman with dark shoulder length, and one
with short black hair. There were also two men, a blonde and a dark haired, the
last one had a hook instead of one of his hands. Captain Hook no doubt, Peter
had told you about him, you had never meet him however, until now.
“welcome to Neverland! “you said with a smile, but
none of the adults returned it.
“who are you? “the women with shoulder length dark
hair said, no doubt a leader.
“I’m Y/N, and you are? “you asked, looking at them.
“wait, Y/N? “the blonde one said and took a step
towards you. “as in The Golden Castle Y/N? “
“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I only lived in one
place before this island, and it was no castle for sure” you said with a smile.
Again, nobody returned it. You waited for an answer to your earlier question,
but they didn’t seem to want to give it.
“so, what brings you to Neverland? “you asked. “it’s
not most people who choose this place for a holiday”
“it doesn’t concern you” the one with the shoulder
length hair said.
“we’re looking for someone” the women with short black
hair said, and you nodded. You had a feeling of who it was. “maybe you can help
us, do you know where Peter Pan is? “
You opened your mouth to response, but never got to. A
loud noise made you turn around, and you saw a lot of birds flying up from the forest,
their voices ringing through the trees.
“that’s my sign” you said, and looked back at them. “sorry,
but it was nice to meet you! “
The five adults watched you disappearing through the
trees, before four of them turned to the last.
“what’s the golden castle? “Mary-Margaret asked Emma.
“it’s a fairy-tale” Emma said.
“about that girl there? “Regina asked, and Emma
nodded. “well, tell us! “
“it’s about a poor girl called Y/N, that lives in a
village with her younger sister” Emma started telling. “but one day an evil
witch finds them, and kills her younger sister. Y/N is of course crushed when
she finds out, and she runs out in the woods, where a prince finds her. He gets
sympathy, and offers her a place at the castle, but of course the prince falls
in love with her, her with him, and they get married”
“a poor girl that marries a prince and become
princess, where have I seen that before?” Regina said sarcastic.
“that’s the point of this fairy-tale, this is the
beginning” Emma said, and the forest became quiet, as if everything waited for
Emma to continue the story.
“where have you been?! “Peter asked angry, and you
turned around to watch him. You were on your way back, but of course Peter
wanted to talk private first.
“I took a walk” you said, not looking him in the eyes.
“nothing happened, I’m fine”
He held a hand out, and turned your head to look at
him. his forest green eyes meet yours Y/E/C, and suddenly it was just you two.
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to
you… “he said in a quiet voice.
“I know” you replied, and he leaned down to let his lips
“Y/N is not what people expect of a princess” Emma
continued her fairy-tale. “she wants to go on adventures, explore the world,
but the prince won’t let her. He keeps her in the castle with nothing to do but
what he expects princesses to do, stare at gold”
“he wants princesses to sit and stare at gold all day?
“David asked, and Emma nodded.
“well, I’m glad you’re not like that” Mary-Margaret said to her husband, trying to sound joking.
“how does she escape? “Regina asked, making them all
look at Emma.
“Peter stop” you said, showing his hand off your arm.
“no! “he said. “you can’t leave this camp, I won’t let
you! It’s not safe! “
“I can take care of myself! “you said angry. This argument
happened far too often, and you both knew exactly what the other would say
“but you don’t need to! “he said, following the script
down to every detail. “the boys and i can protect you, you don’t have to do it
“you can’t keep me a prisoner! “you said angrily,
knowing this wouldn’t last much longer.
“oh yes, I can! “he said, and you widened your eyes. He
had never threatened you before.
“what? “you asked in a whisper, not being sure you had
“I said” he took a step towards you, so you had to
tilt your head back to look him in the eyes. “yes. I. can! “
“what do you mean she doesn’t escape? “Mary-Margaret
“I mean she doesn’t escape” Emma said, looking at her
mother. She had never liked the story, and had felt relived when there was no
Y/N in Storybrooke, now it turned out she was here. “she wants to, but right
before she does it, the prince lock her up in the castle”
“but all fairy-tales has a happy ending! “David
argued. He had always trusted his story to have a happy ending, to live happily
ever after, that was how it should be.
“except this one” Emma said, her eyes dark by the
thought of the story.
“LET ME OUT! “you screamed, but nobody answered. The wooden
bars were rough under your hands, the cage swinging in the air. You could see
two lost boys on the ground, but they were too far away for you to recognize
It wouldn’t make any difference, all the boys feared
Peter, no one would dare to cross him. Before it had been nice, feeling so
safe, but now you were a prisoner, trapped in a cage like all of his’ enemies.
“Please… “you begged quiet, letting go of the bars,
feeling a single tear run down your cheek.
You had never been afraid of Peter, why should you? He
had only protected you. He still wanted to protect you, and he thought he did
just that. But you didn’t feel protected, you felt scared. Scared of the boy
Oh, what a horrible feeling. Fearing someone you
loved. Wanting to run so far away you possible could, but also wanting to throw
yourself into their arms. Oh, what a horrible feeling, being trapped on the
green island you once had ruled with your king, calling it your kingdom.
Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen. Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Hannah [minor ofc] Characters mentioned: People of the kingdom Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader Word Count: 1,483 Warnings: Cavity-inducing fluff Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! This series would be nothing without you.
Sighing in contentment, you spoke, not afraid of the words that were about to leave your lips, not after the incredibly private moment the two of you finally shared. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“That’s good,” he chuckled, turning to kiss your forehead. “Because I have already fallen.”
Request by @charliebradbury1104 said: Okay Ana, I’ve got it. How about “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran? I love that song and it always makes me think of Dean x Me!! LOL. So do you think you could do something with this song fic request? Dean x Reader. Can be fluffy, angsty, or smutty. Or any combination you want. Thanks, XOXO, Elizabeth
A/N: Hope you like it!! Enjoy!!
Walking into his room, Dean saw the outline of something large on his bed and flipped on the light. Laying across his bed, a tuxedo was laid out for him with a card sitting next to it.
Put this on and come to the place we first met. -Y/N