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.
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.
Can we just take a moment and thank our queen for all the time and effort and all the things she has done to prove that love can fight everything. She was my favourite singer but now she is someone that I want to grow up being like. She is a powerful and amazing woman. She is my queen and always would be. The #OneLoveManchester concert was amazing. All of the beautiful angels up there would be so proud of everyone. I am just proud of everything everyone have done.
Prompt: You were born into a royal family of ancient lineage. The eldest of four daughters, you suddenly feel the heavy burden of being the heiress of a huge power falling on your shoulders. Suddenly everything changes when a mysterious stranger enters your life. But the king’s last words, your father, were marked in your mind to haunt you: the crown must always win.
Warnings: You’ll have different characteristics and name. Loki will be rocking everybody’s hearts from now on.
ㅤ ㅤㅤFor almost an hour and a half, Alice sat on the couch near the window with an absent-minded look. The ice that melted in the grass and the flowers seemed to relax her after so much stress. Alice was so distracted that hadn’t even noticed Victoria entering the room, much less the anxious expression on her face. Taking a deep breath, Victoria wasn’t sure how she should approach.The treatment as only the queen’s sister left a significant distance between the two, even after Victoria’s marriage. But then, as if reading her mind, Alice looked away from the window and stared at her sister, a few feet away.
Today in Gentrification: My 70-year-old neighbor is giving up a bowling night.
Miss Anne is a 70-year-old stately Creole woman who lives below me and that’s my gossip queen. She always has the scoop on absolutely everything, and sometimes we just sit out in the courtyard discussing the goings-on in the community. She’s a bowler who goes to Yonkers three nights a week for her leagues and she drives because who is trying to carry bowling balls on the bus? Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, Miss Anne is on the way to the bowling alley by 6 and she’s home by 10:30.
This weekend we were sitting out on the stoop and she gave me the tea about all the renovations going on in our complex. Apparently, the apartment above me has been completely redone with recessed lighting, taking down a wall to open up the living room & dining room, brand new appliances, the whole nine yards. We both have this sense of foreboding that our rent is about to skyrocket and we’ve been living with this threat since they installed a new digital intercom system, replaced the washers & dryers in the laundry room, and uprooted the old plants along the walkways to put in new ones.
As we were talking about our complex, she also brought up the changes to the neighborhood as a whole and she has given up one of her bowling nights because she no longer has a parking spot. She has to wait for one on the street to open up, and the other day she got to her address at 10:30 and waiting to park until 11:45. A 70-year-old woman waiting in her car for place to park outside a building she’s lived in for 25 years because the balance between residents and longtime businesses is being tipped in favor of prospectors looking to get rich.
Word Count: 4469
Manon found out on a
stormy day in a dirty farmhouse while searching out the last of the ilken that
had managed to escape the war with Erawan a good twelve years ago. Twelve years
of rebuilding countries, establishing borders, rekindling old alliances, and
forming new ones.
With Wind Cleaver in one
hand and her iron nails poised to strike on the other, Manon had paused when
the ilken she had been hunting sniffed the air, those sunken dark eyes
narrowing in recognition, and perhaps some deep-sense of regret. “You,” the
monster had muttered, the killing intent being suppressed from a seemingly
supernatural force, something above the darkness within it.
Manon had paused.
“You carry a witchling.”
The witch couldn’t know
if the creature spoke truth, but the tone of voice, the posture the ilken had
taken, the way it had lowered its unnatural claws. The storm outside pounded
against the worn wooden boards, the thundering as heavy as the one echoing in
Manon’s heart. Her hand trembled as the ilken tilted its head, the enlarged
nostrils sniffing again.
“Yes,” it breathed, “your
belly will begin to grow soon, perhaps already.”
The thud was soft in
comparison to the sound outside, to the sound in Manon’s head. The white-haired
witch stared at the beheaded corpse for an indefinite amount of time, water,
dirt, and blood dripping from her flying leathers. Did the ilken speak the
truth? Another question rose above that one. Why would it lie?
The witch swallowed back
the flurry of inexplicable emotions coursing through her, morphing into the
cool ice her sentinels were used too. “We’re done here,” she told Asterin as
the blonde looked over her shoulder.
“The whole area is
clear,” Manon was told, “we’re good to move on.”
The Queen nodded,
cleaning Wing Cleaver on the old hay on the ground, before stepping toward the
outside. “Hey.” Manon didn’t turn, but she felt Asterin near. “Is everything alright?”
Manon didn’t speak
immediately, but she made no move to leave either. “The ilken spoke to me,” she
They both watched the
rain. “What did it say?”
Manon shifted her blade,
if only for something to do, something to tie her to this realm, to keep her
grounded. “Do you believe their sense of smell to be as good as the Fae’s?”
She didn’t look at
Asterin, couldn’t bare to see the possible realization on her beautiful, wild
face. “In what sense?”
The Queen shook her head
and though her Second knew she was hiding something, Asterin did not question.
Soon they were both riding atop their wyverns and only when Manon was high up
in the sky and sure none of her sentinels were watching…did she touch over the
spot on her stomach.
Bts Reaction (They walk in on you talking about yourself)
Rap Monster:He loves you without a doubt your perfect to him walking in on you talk about your body bothered him.He knows your perfect but wants you to see that. “Your perfect in anyway”
Jin:Your his queen and he would love you matter who you are or what you do you always matter to him.He would walk in to check on you only to hear you talk about your body.He would make sure to let you see the beauty he sees. “Your my queen and your always pretty”
Suga:He might be lazy and joke with you but he loves you and who you are he loves you for you.He knew there were times you felt bad about yourself you are his sunshine and no one can change that. “I love you Y/n your more important then you will ever know”
J-Hope:He loves you and hearing you talk about yourself makes him sad he wants you to know that every part is great and perfect.He backed hugged you and let you know he heard every word you said. “I love you and i will make sure you feel like the most happiest girl alive”
Jimin:He would feel like he isn’t trying hard enough he wants you to feel happy about yourself.He would quickly run to you and kiss you as he breaks away he wants to let you know something. “Your the best and your perfect your a wonderful person and your shape does not matter”
V:This little alien needs you to be the sunshine why he is well the alien he wants you to feel happy inside and out.You rub your body as he hears every bad thing you said.He hugged you tight. “Cheer up i love you and what others think does not matter your perfect and you need to be happy inside and out and i will be there to help you feel that way”
Jungkook:He would think someone said something to you yesterday at the mall but when he hears you talk more he knows something.He hears your words come out in sadness.He might be playful but when your like this he needs you to understand how much he loves you. “Your great angel and always will be understand i love you for you”