your only adding fuel to my fire

Do You Need Me?  Kai Anderson smut

Pairing - (OC)Kai Anderson/Reader

Warnings - Smut. Smutty smut smut.

Word Count - 1467

Summary - You feel out of place in the cult and Kai helps you feel better 😉

A/N - So, obviously this is a Kai smut, smth a lil different. I really like this new season of ahs and think Kai is a really cool character. Maybe it’s just me who thinks that lol. But anyway, enjoy mdudes!

Ever since you’d joined the cult, you’d been doubting yourself. You didn’t feel useful, you just felt like you were there, always on the sidelines. You never really got to kill anyone, and this upset you. Kai had promised your time would come, and he tried to assure you that you were valued, but it never really worked. You just felt like the ‘cute one’ in the group, the eye candy; you’d noticed RJ and Gary trying to flirt with you a few times. Everyone treated you like a little girl because you liked to wear short skirts and dresses. Beverly, Meadow and even Winter, despite being but a couple of years younger than her, almost mothered you. You wanted more than than to be treated like a little girl, more than to feel useless. You decided to confront Kai, to find out if the cult really needed you, if Kai really needed you.

He was talking to Beverly when you quietly slipped into his basement. You stood next to the TV, your hands behind your back and lightly swinging back and forth onto your top toes. Beverly noticed you and smiled, understanding that you wanted to talk to Kai. She nodded at you, finished her conversation with Kai and smiled at you while heading up the stairs.

“Kai, could I talk to you about something?” You asked, looking down at the floor, feeling slightly embarrassed about your situation.

“Of course my little lamb, what’s wrong?” He said gently turning to you from his chair and smiling at you kindly. He always called you his little lamb, and this just added to your feeling of uselessness, like you were just a baby, but at the same time, it turned you on slightly. He beckoned you over to sit with him at the table and you walked over and sat down opposite him delicately. “Does the cult really need me?” You asked, looking down at your hands in front of you on the table as you fiddled with them, not wanting to look at him. “What do you mean y/n? Of course we need you. Every single member of our group plays a large role, even if they don’t know it yet.” He said, taking your small hands in his large ones, causing you to look up at him through your long eyelashes. “I don’t know Kai, I feel useless. I never get to take part in the actual killing and stuff, and everyone else seems to do so much more than me. Please tell me what I can do Kai. I want to help!” You said, biting down on your bottom lip slightly, the beginnings of tears welling in your eyes. He noticed this and beckoned you over to come and sit on his lap so you went over. He often did this when he saw you were upset, and it comforted you, being so close to someone. “Please don’t cry, little lamb. Your time will-“ “My time will come. You always say that Kai and it never does.” You say to him, looking at him with sad eyes and pouty lips. Little did you know, but Kai loved to see you like this. He was conflicted. He hated to see his little lamb so upset, but you looked so sexy like this. “Do you really need me, Kai?” Caught up in his dirty thoughts, this question took him by surprise, and only added fuel to the fire of filth in his brain. To make things worse, he felt your ass shift against his semi hard cock when you tried to pull your incredibly short skirt down slightly to cover your thighs a little more. He quietly growled and grabbed your thigh to stop you from causing any more friction. “Of course I need you y/n. I need you more than anything” he said, looking straight into your eyes, his dark with lust. His hands were edging up your thighs and under your skirt, making your core drip. Kai never dropped eye contact with you as he reached your panties. “It seems like you need me just as much y/n” he says, his voice low and gravely. “Mhmm, please do something Kai!” You mewled, nodding your head and lightly biting your lip.

This sent Kai wild, and he picked you up and propped you onto the table as you innately opened your legs from him. “Good girl, y/n” he hummed as he leaned forward to suck on your neck, all the while teasing you with his clothed hardness. You grind onto him, moaning lightly, making him growl against your neck. “Please do something Kai, please!” You said, throwing you head back as he continued attacking your neck. “Tell me what you want y/n. Let me help you.” You wiggled out of your panties and took Kai’s hand and snaked it down to your wet pussy. “Here, Kai” You moaned, and he began rubbing your clit quickly, and out of nowhere, he plunged a finger deep inside you, causing a loud moan to erupt out of you. “That’s it y/n, let me know how good I make you feel” Kai said, looking up at you through hooded eyes. You pulled off your top and unhooked your white lace bra, making Kai groan as you lay your back against the table and started played with nipples.

You suddenly felt empty as you realised Kai had pulled his fingers out of you. You looked up and saw him sucking your wetness off his fingers. “You taste so sweet, little lamb.” He says. You sit up on your knees on the table and paw at the hem of Kai’s shirt. He pulls it off as you unbuckle his belt and he then moves onto unbuttoning his pants. You moan as you see then large tent that his formed in his boxers. “Kai…” you mumble as you pull down your skirt, leaving you completely naked. “You’re so beautiful y/n. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this, naked with your tight pussy dripping for me.” He says, throwing his head back as you palm him through his boxers. “Let me help you Kai” you say softly, as you hop down from the table and on your knees in front of him, pulling down his boxers. He steps out of them and you lick the length of his long shaft, causing him to growl, an almost animalistic growl. This made you even more wet, and you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, while your hand snaked down and toyed with your clit, making you moan onto his cock. He clearly felt the vibrations from your moan as he bucked his hips, pushing even more of himself into your mouth. You looked up at him with big eyes through your long, dark lashes, spit spilling from your lips and down your chin. Kai could’ve cum right there at that very image, so he pulled out of your mouth, causing a pop as his dick came away from it. “I want to be inside you when I cum y/n, and seeing you like that will make me cum far too quickly.”

Kai pulled you up, span you round and bent you over the table. You pushed you ass high in the air and wiggled it slightly while you giggled, knowing you were giving him a perfect view of your glistening cunt. This made Kai even closer to coming. He got his own back by teasing you, running his cock over your dripping folds, making you groan impatiently. “Kai, please. I need you in me now” you whine. Suddenly, Kai fills you up, thrusting in and out quickly, one hand furiously rubbing your clit, the other tangled in your hair, pulling it roughly. “Fuck y/n! You’re so tight…so wet…”

The only sound in the basement was flesh slapping flesh and yours and Kai’s pants and moans. “Kai…I’m so…close!” You breathe, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “Me too y/n” he pants in your ear. “Cum for me, little lamb. Cum around my cock.” You feel his cock twitch inside you, and all of this caused your muscles to clench around him and toppled you over the edge. You feel his seed shoot inside you, as your juices mix and spill down your thighs.

“Do you see how much I need you now, little lamb?” Kai says, lifting you back onto the table so you looking up at him. “Yes. I need you too, Kai.” You say, looking up into his dark eyes as he smiles down at you.

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters: 1 - 2  -  3  -  4 - 6 - 7

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Conflicting Love

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

Genre: romance/Fluff/Angst/Semi smut (maybe ?)
Pairing: Jungkook& Unknown 
Length:  754 words
Summary: Your friend Jimin is a new intern at your workplace and your boyfriend Jungkook ,who happens to be a superior, isn’t pleased at the sight of you and Jimin together.



You stared at him and he stared back at you. You knew something was wrong with the way his piercing eyes were glued onto you. He had this way of staring you up and down as if it was something natural. Jungkook never had any shame to express how he felt and this time his blood was boiling with anger at the sight of you and the new intern Park Jimin. Watching you from afar was only adding fuel to the fire.

“Are you sure this is alright?” Jimin stuttered as he watched jungkook’s orbs darkening at the sight of jimin whispering onto your ears

“Are you scared of my boyfriend, jimin?” you chuckled in response “He doesn’t bite! I promise”

“No, he doesn’t bite but he probably has a plan to murder me” Jimin bit on his bottom lip

“Relax” you rub your friend’s arm in reassurance

“No, how can I relax when Jeon Jungkook is staring at me”

“What?” you raised a suspicious brow “Do you like him or something?”

“E-Excuse you!!!! I do NOT LIKE HIM! WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?!”

“Oh lord” you sighed before tapping his arm “You’re the third one”

“What?”

“The third friend who falls for him” you rolled your eyes

“Pardon?” jimin stepped back

“Get in line buddy, Jungkook is quite popular” you comment “I, myself can’t even believe he’s my man”

“I don’t like him!” jimin protests “I’m about to shit my pants because he keeps on staring at me with knives in his eyes!”

“Jungkook does kill people though” you nod

“K-K-Kill??!!!!!”

“He’s amazing at seduction that’s what I meant “you add before whispering in his ear “One smirk and he gets what he wants”

“Just exactly…” Jimin runs his tongue across his bottom lip in frustration” why are you so cool about this?! He could be a player! Why are you dating him?”

“I got used to it” you cross your arms on your chest “Jungkook is not a player if that’s what you want to know. He may get what he wants, but once he’s stuck onto something, he never leaves it.”

“Are you sure this is a healthy relationship?” Jimin rubs his temples in frustration

“Oh no jimin, you don’t understand” you shook your head “there’s nothing healthier than a relationship with jungkook”

“What?”

“This kid forces me to eat vegetables everyday” you growl “Can I just squish his face” you express discontentment

“Am I allowed to puke now?” Jimin cringed

“You do like Jungkook” you nod

“I do not!”

“Oh look! Jungkook is coming over here!” you comment

“F*ck” Jimin pulls your arm and hides behind you

“Why are you hiding? Does he makes you nervous?” you smirk

“Stop speculating shit like that! And why did you lie! I almost shat my pants you son of a @#$E@#$@$”

“I’m a female” you stare at him

“And I’m a mochi! So what?! You’re still being unfair to me!”

“Jimin…” you turn around to face him “It’s okay to fanboy over my boyfriend”

“I am NOT FANBOYING” jimin scowled

“Who’s not fanboying?” Jungkook’s voice made every nerve in jimin’s body freeze

“I-I-I… Good morning sir” jimin bows

“Is he the new intern we hired ?” Jungkook stared at you

“Yes” you smiled “He’s very cute isn’t he?” you poked jimin

“You better shut the front door before I—“jimin glared at you “I mean… yes sir…” Jimin bowed to jungkook

Jungkook stopped on his tracks to analyze each and every feature of the new worker. From his clothing style, to his hair to the way his eyes crinkled every time he made that dumb smile. One thing that caught jungkook’s attention was…

“Very small…” Jungkook smirked

“S-Small?” Jimin stuttered

“Jungkook” you furrowed your brows “Don’t be so rude”

“Not rude. I was just stating facts” he responded staring at jimin “ I believe you might want to make your presence as small as you are if you want to keep on being an intern here , Park Jimin-ssi”

“Jungkook” you pinch his arm “I-I’m sorry jimin-ah, he can be a bit cranky in the mornings”

“No… It’s all good” Jimin stuttered “I’ll just go do my work” he stammered before leaving both of you in a staring contest

Jungkook wasn’t being his usual self and the way his dark orbs locked onto yours, gave off a completely different feeling than the normal Guy you were used to. What was wrong with him?

To be continued…


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I wrote this on impulse lol and I wanted it to be more dramatic than that but I ended up writing fluff/crack.Request for a part 2 if you want more :) <3 This is just a drabble I wrote for fun, so I hope you had fun reading it as well <333

About a Girl [5]

Originally posted by joonjuly

Let’s make a deal.


“M-mr. Kim? What are you doing here?” Discomfort was written on his face. It was clear to you that he had no desire to be here. But why was he here? Your mind drifted to Jangmi, every dreadful possibility began floating through your mind. “Is everything alright? Is Jangmi okay?”

Mr. Kim threw up his hands to halt your onslaught of questions. “Please, miss Y/LN, Jangmi is alright. Well, kind of.” His face fell along with his hands. “I need to speak with you privately.” 

You opened the door a little wider, taking a step to the side. “Would you like to come in then?” He took a step into your hotel room and taking in his surroundings. You watched him closely as you shut the door. “So, what exactly did you want to talk about?”

“It’s Jangmi,” he turned to face you. “No one is good enough for her.”

Your head cocked to the side. “In what regard?”

Your former employer let out a deep sigh as he clenched and unclenched his fist. His normal calm and in control aurora gone had been replaced with one of frustration. “I’ve been looking for a new nanny. Normally that’s Jungkook’s job, but after your little outburst it made me think. I didn’t even know who you were the first time we met, what kind of father does that?” There was a brief pause. “All these candidates are amazing. Their experience, references, education, they’re all impeccable. But for some damn reason they aren’t good enough. And I have no one to blame but you!”

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Drunk History, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Drunk! Lin confesses something to the reader.

Words: 1293

Author’s Note: Welp. Drunk History was pretty iconic. I had to write something about it! I stopped before smut, so none of that today!

Warnings: Drinking, maybe curing? I don’t remember.

Askbox | Masterlist


Superbowl Sunday was a day you usually spent with your family. This year found you in a brand new city with a brand new group of people.

Your sudden and unexpected boom to what some people told you was ‘stardom’ had only happened a few years ago. Movies, music, television, you had your toes in every pond. Based in New York, it didn’t take long to cozy up to the Hamilton cast, who welcomed you with open arms.

Chris had invited you to a viewing party at some dive bar - where most of the cast would be anxiously watching the game.

You had a casual interest in the game - picking up a few tidbits of info from your years being forced to watch as a child. You knew when to yell, you knew when to curse, you knew a few of the players’ names.

The game was spent surrounded by some of your favorite people, a lot of them quite tipsy. Your eyes kept glancing at the door - as if you were waiting for someone. Chris noticed immediately.

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Classroom Kiss

Warnings: Nothing really.

Word Count: 1500+

Pairing: Draco x reader

Summary: Draco and muggle born Y/N make out in class in front of anyone

Requested: YE

Originally posted by malfoypotterpoems

Draco and his hair problems ^


The worst flaw a person can have is that of self-deception. Draco was like that. He never used his mind, he acted on impulse and then created the reason for his despicable actions after the fact he made a mistake. His good deeds were to be praised and his bad deeds to be justified. In truth, he never thought before he acted or spoke. He never asked himself if it was a good idea, he just did it.

Hate, for lack of better words, can be compared to anger and betrayal. Hate is indescribable. It turns the sweetest of people to the angriest. Hate is powerful. Even though your hate is huge and you know the answer to the questions above, hate can motivate us. People tell you “Never hate someone.” “To hate someone means that they have power over you.” But hate can help us to have the better life, the better job. Hate can help us to be the better person. Hate can be good or bad, but it’s your decision. Your hate for Draco Malfoy was not the good kind.

The school knew of your rivalry. Everything from Quidditch, potions class, snide remarks, and even the way you two walked. It was all a competition. You never knew how it started, you just hated him. His voice made you cower over and want to vomit. His existence made you upset, but still, you couldn’t deny that his blonde hair and lanky figure kept you up at night.

You admitted to yourself he was attractive, but you also admitted to yourself that he was a bad kid, from a heinous family. His disgusting attitude and irrelevant bullying because you were a “mud blood” sickened you. You are a Y/H muggle born, perfect for Draco’s antics. It’s one of the many reasons you felt close to Hermione and other muggle borns, because you went through the same hell.

Draco was a very smart kid, he was right behind you and Hermione in grades. But he could never quite match up to you.

   You lugged your book bag into potions class being greeted by Slughorn. You smiled benevolently at him. Your reputation was spotless, even being late teachers never minded. You looked around for your usual seat… taken.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Slughorn began. “It appears the only seat that isn’t taken is the one next to Draco. Please set up your things over there.” Your eyes widened and you looked at your teacher with a worried glance. Draco was never a person you wanted to be near. He was so negative and mean. You hoped your teacher would move you.

Slughorn saw your distress and answered it. “If I could separate you, I would.” Horace knew how intense you two got. However, he was a teacher of fairness. “But I can not punish the other students because you were late, now please Y/N, go.” You looked down and kicked yourself. Be early, will you! You thought. But you obeyed your teacher.

“Very well,” You sighed tiredly.  You propped your bag on the side of your shoulder and straightened your back. You walked over to the table and looked at all of them. Pansy giggled menacingly at you.

“You aren’t sitting here, are you?” You stared at her annoyed and dropped your cauldron on the table. The loud noise made Draco look up.

“Yes, I am.” You answered nonchalantly.  You grabbed your books and sat them down on the table. “You have a problem with that?” You looked up at her and smiled fakely. She looked over at Draco who scoffed at you poorly.

“Yes, mud blood, we do.” He spat out.

Although the words were deeply offensive, you ignored him and moved on. You opened to page 112 and looked up at him.

“No need to get feisty, Draco. We all know who the best student here is.” He was an insufferable idiot. He took a long cold glare at you before a sadistic smile combed through his features.

“Why don’t you show us! Go on, do the potion and we’ll see who finishes first and does it correctly.” You smiled at him.

“Of course.” The shrinking potion was quite easy, you mastered it in year 5 so you knew it would be an easy task. You looked down at your book and slide your fingers over the words and read them slowly.

Minced daisy roots

Peeled Shrivelfig

Sliced caterpillars

One rat spleen

A dash of lychee juice

A splash of cowbane

Wormwood

“Okay,” You whispered to yourself. “Easy.”

You took out the caterpillars and sliced them casually. You kept eye contact with Draco, who seemed to not take his eyes off you. “You really didn’t think this through,” You hummed cheerfully, picking up your caterpillars and throwing them into the cauldron. Crabbe and Draco exchanged looks and worriedly began to work.

After 5 minutes, you were more than halfway done with your potion. Pansy was struggling with cutting out the rat spleen and Draco was a step behind. You minced your daisy roots and dropped them in your potion after calculating how much grams there needed to be.

You only turned away for a second, before you heard a plop. You turned back to finish off the potion and to see what the noise was. You peered into your cauldron to see another rat spleen sinking to the bottom of the black pot. You looked up hastily.

“How dare you!” you yelped. You grabbed your spoon and took the spleen out in a hurry. Everyone turned towards you, unfortunately, Slughorn went for a bathroom break. You watched Draco laugh with Pansy. “I understand the need to finish first, but to mess me up on purpose is ridiculous!” You told him off vociferously.

“I did no such thing!” Draco smirked at you meanly. By now everyone turned towards the both of you.

“You go through your life with you hands in balled fists looking for a fight. You have no talent to do anything by yourself. To make yourself feel better you point out my flaws because you can’t live with your own.” Ooo’s erupted all over the class. “But don’t mess with my grades and my life.” You seemed to ignite something very deep inside the boy.

“How pathetic,” He growled, walking towards you getting close to your face. “A mud blood thinks that I’m jealous of her?” He and his Slytherin friends laughed. He looked around at the whole classroom. “How woeful.”

Every word stung, only adding fuel to the fire that burned inside of you. Every violated phrase was like gasoline to it, your fists began to clench and your jaw rooted. When the final breach had been added inside of you. You exploded with anger, with no control objects levitated high into the air and seconds later came crashing to the ground.  All the children into the classroom looked at you and Draco in shock. You were a powerful girl.

“I could kill you and make it look like an accident,” you growled under your breath. He stepped closer towards you, his lips ghosting over yours. You could hear Pansy’s quiet chastises. Draco what are you doing? She would whisper to him. Get away from her! But he never listened, he never gave her the time of day.

“I have too much power over you—you could never hurt me.” Your hand reached over to the table and squeezed the knife in your hand.

“You sure about that?” Your close proximity made your blood run cold. He grabbed your wrist strongly and leaned in towards your ear.

“Sure as hell.” You took a step back awoken from the interaction, but his hands cupped the back of your neck, pulling your head into his.

All you knew was that he had slammed his lips against yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. Your breath came in a wild gasp and you gripped at his hair and combed your long fingers through it.

You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and granted himself access to delve deeper inside your mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of mint toothpaste being exchanged. Gasps from across the room erupted. Despite that he pushed harder, his hand laying on your waist and your hands slipping around his neck. In an instant you had arched up into his broad chest, you drew your lips back. But this time he kissed you harder. You could nearly feel the slight burn as you felt his tongue roll off yours and seep down your throat with every push of his tongue against your own. You pulled back and pushed him away after you realized what you had done.

Draco’s hair was frayed and your house robe was crinkled. You looked at everyone at the table and then at the class.

“He started it,” you croaked out. Angry eyes were just the start, then came clipped words. Insults were thrown across the room, you weren’t there, you were in your own mind. You saw Ron grimaced at you. It took you time to realize that nobody was mad at you. They were mad at Draco. The girls looked disgusted that Draco randomly had pulled you in, but the boys were furious.  Between your perfect stripes of eyeliner and the Y/E/C eyes, Draco had fallen. You knew they were no more than dirty ice because you were a whirlwind of unspoken thoughts, that made him think twice.

Assistance [Dean x Reader]

summary: dean provides you a little bit of help during your title match

word count: 1,024

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive


Have you ever seen two competitors fight so viciously?” Mauro Ranallo asked, fixing his gaze on the ongoing assault that was taking place in the ring.

You could not recall how long the beating had gone on for, but you were hurting all over. It wasn’t exactly hard to tell how much you were struggling to recover either; to repair the damage that had been done to you. Attempting to maneuver with any grace whatsoever was laughable, as your movements came out unintentionally jerky as a result from all the pain.

Though, when Alexa Bliss came into your line of sight, you could barely recognize her. Her gait was completely off; she walked more like a scarecrow as opposed to a human, and all lopsided at that. The closer she got to you, the more your heart started to race. It wasn’t until she was just inches away from you that you saw all of the injuries she sustained. Her right eye was entirely swollen, she could barely see a damn thing. Not to mention, the gash above her left eye that had turned her face into a mask of crimson. She was practically standing in a pool of blood which acted as a carpet on the once white ring mat.

Shit, did I really do all that?” you muttered under your breath, staring back at your grisly-like opponent.

It was unlike you to go all out during a match, but this particular bout was for the Smackdown Live Women’s Championship. In other words, you had to push yourself past the very limit to achieve your goal.

Who do you think will be taking home the gold tonight, JBL?” Mauro asked, turning to face his partner.

Isn’t it obvious, Ranallo?” he scoffed, “There is no doubt in my mind that Alexa Bliss will be retaining her championship, and rightfully so!

Every word that was said by the antagonizing commentator only added fuel to the fire that burned inside of you. Each phrase was like gasoline. It only made you realize just how badly you wanted to prove him wrong. Not long afterwards, pain blazed up your arm as your forearm connected with her face while she sunk into your stomach. Blood emerged from her mouth as you gagged. The both of you stumbled apart for a brief second to catch your breaths before diving back at one another. You dodged her clenched fist and came up with your own; for a concise moment, her unusually blue eyes widened before she tilted her head to give you a devastating head-butt. You tried to return the favor by throwing a sloppy dropkick, but to no avail, she caught her leg and used it to propel you backwards.

Did you really think you could take me down that easily?” Alexa sneered with an infuriating smirk plastered across her face.

In that instant, Alexa flipped you over only to use your signature submission move against you, the Sharpshooter. Pain erupted from the point of impact and if that wasn’t enough, your ears were ringing from the deafening amount of boos coming from the crowd. Everything was falling apart in that moment. From the way you held yourself to that unassailable look of confidence in your eye. It was all gradually coming to a halt. The torment you’ve encountered in this match wasn’t sharp like any blade, it burned around throughout your body better than boiling water.

Tap, dammit!” you heard JBL shout all the way from the commentators’ table.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of an engine revving filled the entire arena, making the crowd emit joyous cheers. You winced in pain as the weight of Alexa suddenly disappeared in a swift motion. Out came none other than the lunatic fringe himself, Dean Ambrose. He made his way past the ring, ignoring any of the incoherent yelling that came from Alexa. His baby blue eyes darted over to you, along with a huge smile that showcased his signature dimples.

Why don’t you do all of us a favor and just get out?” Alexa asked, stepping in to block his view of you.

You’re gonna have to run me over with a car to get rid of me, sunshine!” he retorted, his smile still prominent.

Alexa rolled her eyes at the former Mr. Money in the Bank and spun around to continue her incursion. However, in that short amount of time that Alexa and Dean shared exchanges, you had managed to get back on your feet. Wasting no time, you immediately put little Miss Bliss into a fireman’s carry followed by having her dropped into a knee lift.

Show her how it’s done, doll!” Dean cheered.

With no hesitation, you roll Alexa up into a pin.

1… 2…” the referee counted, “…3!

Dean slid into the ring with your newly acclaimed championship in his hands.

Congratulations, Y/N! I knew ya could do it” he said with a wink before wrapping the title around your waist.

Dean and the referee raised your arm and the crowd roared. Afterwards, he lifted up the ropes so you could step out, following closely behind.

What was that all about?” you asked as soon as the two of you reached Gorilla position.

As he leaned forwards, your heart began to race again. A few small locks of his dark brown hair tumbled in front of your face, barely resting on the side of your cheek. Though, with one swift swipe of his thumb, it was promptly brushed away. Whilst meeting his alluring gaze, you were instantly drawn to it. Once his lips met your cheek, your entire face felt red and hot.

Don’t get me wrong, you’re a fucking talented wrestler” he chuckled, “Just thought you needed a little assistance

At that point in time, you felt his hot breath on your neck that was accompanied by his soft lips. You feel one of his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm embrace. You can’t help but feel your lips curve at his soft touch.

You know, Dean” you whisper into his ear, “Wrestling isn’t the only thing I’m good at…

Show Me What You’ve Got

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Word Count: 896

Warnings: The ending is the slightest bit suggestive.

Summary: While training, Seth underestimates your power.

A/N: Don’t worry, I’m still here! I got a little stumped with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by vaniwin

*Not my GIF*

Whenever you ran into Seth Rollins, you always had to prepare yourself for his critique. It was never constructive criticism, just anything he could say to get into your head. Every word he said only added fuel to the fire that burned inside of you. Though, nothing compared to the rage that spread throughout your body when Triple H told you that you had to team up with Seth to further advance the Authority storyline. Not only that, but the so called “Future of WWE” insisted that he should train you to lessen the chances of you making the Authority look weak in the ring.

“Alright, show me what you’ve got he sneered, “And I swear, if you mess anything up, you’re in for it”

In that fixed second between the standoff and fighting, you met his gaze. You felt drawn to his alluring chestnut brown eyes…
In that following instant, you attempted to swing your fist, only to have your arm be caught.

"Didn’t see that one coming” he said in a sarcastic tone.

You gritted your teeth at Seth and your knuckles turned noticeably white from clenching them too hard. You lifted your free hand and delivered a hard blow to his jaw, enough to send Seth stumbling back with his face in hand. You took advantage of this and continued to hammer away, delivering multiple hits to his head. While Seth wandered aimlessly around the ring, you quickly climbed up the turnbuckles, ready to perform a crossbody. You took the leap of faith and much to your dismay, Seth caught you and slammed you onto the mat. As you rolled back into a corner of the ring, you were met with a jolt of pain that ran down your back. It took a few moments to completely catch your breath.

“Tired already? Can’t say I expected anything more, especially from you” Seth scorned.

You narrowed your eyes at him as he continued to throw insults at you.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you hit softer than Reigns and Ambrose!” he laughed.

There was a momentary flare of anger that flashed in your eyes. Sure, Seth was your typical tall, dark and handsome guy, but a pretty face wasn’t going to get him out of this.

“That was just a warm-up” you said, cracking your knuckles.

Seth remained unimpressed. The blood rushed through your veins as you felt a kick of determination and anger starting to take over. Seth reached out his hand to help you up, but you had other things in mind. Instead of taking his hand, you gave him a hard kick to the abdomen. You showed Seth a condescending smile. You swiftly got back to your feet and charged over to him. You attempted to give him a few more blows to the head, but he caught your arms again.

“Now we’re talking!” Seth said.

You struggled for a bit, but eventually you gave him a headbutt. You grabbed Seth by the hair and tossed him into the turnbuckles. There you continued to deliver multiple blows to the head and added more kicks to the assault. Seth, however, slowly gained back his momentum and pushed you away from him. You tried charging back only to have him give you a mighty knee to your abdomen and push you face first back into the turnbuckles. You quickly spin around only to spot Seth taking off his shirt and tossing it outside of the ring. You silently gasped as you’re exposed to his chest. Saying that Seth had a muscular and well-toned body was by far an understatement. Love or hate the guy, his chiseled chest was drool-worthy.

“Now you’ve really got me riled up, Y/N!” he chuckled.

Seth charged at you, but you dodged and he ran straight into the turnbuckles.

“Don’t act surprised!” you called out.

Seth staggered to the center on the ring, holding his head again. You were certain the many blows to the head were catching up with him now. You proceeded to get into handstand position and give him a devastating headscissors takedown. You stood over Seth and gave him a menacing grin.

“Time to finish you off” you murmured to yourself.

You backed up into a corner of the ring, held the ropes and stomped your foot a couple of times, waiting for Seth to finally get up. As soon as he did, you shuffled and gave him a brutal superkick straight to the head. When you saw him lying unconscious in the middle of the ring, your first instinct was to get the pin. You straddled him and held down his shoulders.

“1… 2… 3!” you cheered.

Seth’s eyes darted open.

“What?!” he gasped.

“Don’t worry, Rollins” you teased, “I won’t tell anyone that you got beat up by a girl!”

The two of you shared a few laughs, but then you really looked at him. Sharp jawline, well-defined… What does this guy not have? You and Seth wrestled a bit more until he eventually rolled you over and ended up on top of you.

“You know what, Y/N? You’re actually much better than I thought” he admitted “Maybe we could have a second go later?…”

You blushed. Seth may have swooned you over this time, but you weren’t about to let him know that. Or for the time being at least…

Imagine you're a powerful Emperor Pt. 2

Part 1

You lay on the bed, groaning, struggling, and gritting your teeth, “Come on. Come on, please!” Your body tenses and your back arches, and finally you collapse out of breath then exhale in frustration, “Just zip already you damn pants!” You sit up, still able to see over your swollen belly to your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Your pants sit on your hips, button undone, your fly having slid back down to the bottom, and your belt waiting in the loops for your attempt to fasten it. Your shirt, no longer fit perfectly, instead it now pulls tight across your pregnant middle. Flutters rise in your belly as you glared, “Oh you think that’s funny, forcing your father out of his clothes already?” You knew your clothes would eventually betray you, but your were not expecting it to happen literally over night. “Dear,” your wife speaks up having watched your failed attempt with mild amusement, “Why not just put on the new clothes the tailor made. He promised they would last the full nine months.” “The emperor never surrenders!” You declare trying to sound triumphant, “My belt! The buckle is large enough. If I can get it closed I can surely hide-” You strain again unable to thread the end tip through into the buckle, “Et tu belt!” You growl and continue to try and force your belt to thread together. In vain you try to suck in your stomach but it went no where. Your child was perfectly content within your womb and refused to be squeezed. Again your breath runs out and you let go of your belt. Defeated, you lean back on your hands looking down at your front with a frown. More flutters came causing you to smirk and gently rub your belly, “Alright, you win this round.” Your empress suddenly perks up, “Are they moving?” Without waiting for an answer, her hand was placed against your swell, “I… don’t feel anything,” she notes disappointed. “Still to small yet,” You remark placing one hand over your wife’s, “Only four months along. I can barely feel our child at times.” In breathe deeply in defeat once more and lean your head back, “Where did the tailor put those clothes?” The new set of clothes fit comfortably, and were a little loose for the time being. Both pants and shirts had panels along the sides hidden by your cloak that would stretch with your swelling womb. The accompanying belt appeared much to long at first but it too fit several notches above the tightest setting. You grimace as your investigate the new clothes wondering just how big your were going to get. Word had gotten around that your empire would have a new prince or princess soon. Of course, along with it came the argument of who was carrying the heir, the emperor or the empress. Many of your subjects assumed the latter. Regardless, it was information you would rather not expose until it could no longer be hidden. Anymore growth spurts like that one and the truth would have to come out sooner than later. Some nobles were already growing suspicious that it was you who was pregnant due to a sudden shift in your behavior. Once you were more than willing to leave the safety of the capital and observe the far reaches of your empire. However, now carrying a heir in your belly was made you much more cautious, more protective of yourself, as well as more selective of how far you wondered from the safety of the palace. Your middle becoming round from your heir only added more fuel to the fire. “Well which is it, sire?” a nobleman asks. “Which is what?” you inquire with confused look. A noblewomen gives an airy laugh from behind her fan, “My good emperor! Have you not heard? You are the topic of the rumor mill as of late!” The empress coughs slightly into her tea shooting a glance towards you then back to her drink, “A-a rumor? Of our good emperor? Wh-who would make up such tales?” she asks nervously. A second nobleman answers politely “It was a visual observation which started it, my emperor. Come now, sire. I hate the be that person but, erm, have you been enjoying the fruits of your rule a tad too much lately?” “I beg your pardon?” You ask in a flash of anger, “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh now, now, my emperor,” the noblewomen answers, “We do not mean any rudeness. There is no reason to get defensive over picking up some fat with age.” You stutter a moment at such a vile accusation, “Fat? Fat! That is the rumor the mill has spat? It is a lie. I’m not fat.” “My love-” your wife attempts to interject but your hormones were most certainty in control now. “I’m pregnant!” you shout not hearing your wife nor catching what you spoke until you speak it. Your eyes go wide and a look of horror overtakes your face as you clasp both hands over your mouth, desperate to will away what you just proclaimed. The room full of gossiping aristocrats became silent enough one could hear a pin drop as all eyes were suddenly glued to you. Several shock expressions, along with the exchange of winning bets filled the room Your wife muffles a groan as she buries her face into her hands. This was certainty not how both of you had planned to reveal it as such. In a panic, your eyes dart around the room, you suddenly feel queasy, “I-I have to go.” You speak quickly then dash from the room. Your panic fueled run takes you to a quiet corner of the palace gardens where you finally slow down to catch your breath and hold your head in anger and frustration, “That was dumb. Heaven and Hell that was dumb. How did I lose control like that so easily? They’ve undoubtedly ran off to confirm and spread that bit of news.” You lean against a wall, running one hand through your hair and idly resting the other against your swollen middle, “Cat’s out of the bag now little heir. It was going to happen sooner or later. Guess we’ll be staying under close watch from now on. Your mother is probably mad at me for doing that.” You grin and gently rub your stomach, “Granted, I don’t think you care one way or another, so long as I keep a supply of grapes coming.” You feel a light flutter and assume it was a yes. With the rumor that you were carrying the heir confirmed, travel within the capital city was proving to be more bothersome by the day. Over the next several months your child grew bigger and stronger, even wrapping your cloak around your frame failed to fully hide your swollen middle now. Being pregnant seemed to make everyone forget about your personal boundary and you being their emperor! And you despised every second of it. You became overly protective of your heir, shooting a glare at anyone who tried to get too close without permission and along with a toss from your guards if needed. Almost constantly when you were in public, even within the palace you would swivel your eyes and held one hand to your taught middle. You even accidentally growled at your empress a number of times when she caught you off guard, although you were quick to apologize for it each time and she just as easily forgave you. Too make matters worse an assassination target had been placed on your back. A group known only as the Carii had made you their prime target. The first attack came within a week of you carrying the heir becoming public knowledge. Your would be assassin blended seamlessly with the crowd and once close enough made a lunge for your back only to be stopped by one of your loyal guards. You drew your sword to the assassins throat demanding answers, but the only words he spoke were ‘The Carii shall end your blood line’ before biting into a cyanide capsule and collapsing. You were offering a handsome reward for any usable information leading to the capture of the Carii leader. Several mercenary groups had gone on the hunt, but the leader remained out of sight. Any members who were captured gave the same declaration before eating the cyanide capsule. The royal guard put their top resources on trying to determine where the Carii could be hiding out as well as keeping you safe. Understandably, you felt safe hidden away in the palace, away from the public and deep behind the guard’s defenses. It was becoming harder for you too move quickly the heavier your child grew and you felt short of breath after a short period of time of running. Even with this madness, you still had an empire to rule. You had the trust and respect of your subjects to maintain even with the Carii threat breathing down your neck. It was just before sundown when you were finally able to escape your royal duties and relax in your private quarters with your loving empress. A antique chaise lounge chair with a nest of pillows had become your favorite place to relax and allowed you to still gaze out a pair of heavily locked glass doors leading to a oil lantern lit balcony. “At last…,” you moan as you sink into the chair, feeling your back pain being near instantly relieved. Your hands quickly wonder down to your waist and undo your belt, button and zipper allowing your swollen belly more room in your lap, “There. Is that better little heir?” you ask rubbing the tight round mass making up your middle. You smile warmly as a kick meets your hand and you lean back. The empress takes a moment to sit between your legs gently places both hands on your belly, “You’re almost ready little heir, only a little longer now.” she speaks with a smile as she lovingly traces the child’s movements within you. “Little doesn’t describe our heir anymore,” you note, “We make big strong ones if these kicks and punches are any indication.” The empress giggles and hugs your round middle with beaming smile, “Strong and handsome sons. Fierce and beautiful daughters.” She carefully slides your shirt up then plants a kiss just above your navel forcing you to stifle a moan, “Oh?” She question looking at you, “What was that sound you just made, my emperor?” You answer with a knowing grin placing both hands atop your middle, “Nothing.” “You shouldn’t lie to your mistress, my little emperor,” she replies as she gently rubs the sides of your tight belly and kisses your navel, “You agree with me, don’t you little heir?” She asks moving on hand to trace your child’s movements as your belly distorts, “Papa shouldn’t lie to me now should he.” You clench your jaw as she strokes your middle, your skin had gotten incredibly sensitive over the last several months. Mix that with her honey like voice and surging hormones, it became hard to control yourself at times. Never did you think being pregnant would be such a turn on for you, “Kiss a bit lower and maybe I’ll tell you want that sound was.” Your wife grins, “Oh, playing this game are we?” “Maybe,” you answer with your own grin, “What can I say. I got a beautiful woman that I love tending to me. Can you really bl-” You suddenly turn and cough several times, “What was that for!” You sneer at your belly lightly rubbing the top, “Kicking my lungs like that, we both need them you know.” Your wife erupts into laughter and you feel your heir stretch within the confines of your womb, distorting its round shape briefly before settling again. “Alright, little heir,” your wife speaks gently rubbing the length of your stomach and planting one final kiss before pulling your shirt back over your stomach, “We’ll let you get some rest. It’s been a long day for you as well.” You huff and and rest your head against the pillows again, “If anyone needs rest its me from carrying you around. I don’t know if I can get much bigger.” “You can make it, my love.” She notes with a loving smile and a kiss, “You’re doing better then what my body could do.” “My sweet empress, I love you to death,” you reply, looking at her, “How many times have I reassured you already? We need to use my womb so we will. Now if I can get rid of the damn Carii I’ll being doing much better.” You let out a soft grunt and gently rub your swollen middle again, “Shh, don’t you worry in there. We will never let them get anywhere close to you.” You then turn your head towards the balcony, focusing on the heavy lock guarding the door and let out a forlorn sigh, “It’s a shame, such a beautiful night tonight. I rather be out there enjoying the breeze and fresh air. We need to get rid of that Carii.” You look back to your swollen belly again, “So that you can breathe the fresh air as well without worry.” “Don’t do anything rash honey,” your empress speaks sitting back upright on the lounge chair with a worried look, “I can’t bare the thought of losing both of you.” “I’m sure as hell in no condition to hunt them myself,” you point out, “And I would much rather not have our child born with a target on their back.” You breathe deeply in thought, “We’re running out of time though. I’ll have the guard up their efforts, and reconsider upping the reward.” Your wife smiles, “In that case, I’ll up my weapon training some more. It’s my job now, to keep our family safe.” You return the smile then look back at the stars, idling rubbing your belly as you wish and pray all would turn out for the better and soon.

{Reaction} Getting jealous with EXO

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by dibidibi-disrespectful

Chanyeol woke up to the sounds of you shuffling in the bed next to him. He grumbled, glancing over to the clock and groaned when he saw that it was three o’clock in the bloody morning. As he sat up, he noticed you were writing on a sticky label, he frowned before asking what you were doing.

{y/n}: “I was writing property of {y/n} so I could stick it on you.”

Chanyeol: “Why, exactly?”

{y/n}: “Because you’re mine.”

Chanyeol: “Too right, baby. C’mere.” *Lies back down and pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly so you can both go back to sleep.*


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kaisooshipper

Kyungsoo knew you were annoyed, and honestly, he would be too if the situation had been the other way. But it wasn’t his fault the stylist kept flirting with him even though he was doing his best to stop her. But apparently, his efforts weren’t enough, because you were still annoyed at him, and he didn’t know what else to do. It wasn’t until much later when he was about to leave for another dress rehearsal that you finally came out to talk to him.

Kyungsoo: “Hey jagi, I’m going out now so-”

{y/n}: “Wait there.” *Pulls a pen out and starts writing on his hand.*

Kyungsoo: “Wait- what are you-?” *Looks down to see ‘property of {y/n} written on his hand. He looks up at you with a ‘really?’ kind of stare.*

{y/n}: “There, now she can’t be misleaded. See you later.” *Kisses his cheek before walking away.*


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by wooyoung

Baekhyun isn’t he smartest when it comes to understanding you sometimes. But since the two of you aren’t dating, he wants to find a way to get your attention. His conclusion? Trying to make you jealous. This ‘master plan’ goes horribly wrong, as expected, but there’s always a sunny side of every dark situation.

Baekhyun: “I’m sorry {y/n}. I thought it might show you how I felt. But now we’re together we can forget about it, right? I know I’m an idiot.”

{y/n}: “Nope, nice try Byun Baekhyun but you’re not getting out of this one.” *Smirking, looking at the sticky note on his forehead that reads ‘property of {y/n}’*

Baekhyun: “Remind me to never get on your bad side ever again.” *Pulls a face as you drag him to the party he now needs to walk around with the sticker on his head.*


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by wooyoung

Sehun gets a lot of female attention, there’s no doubt about that. Especially when he’s on stage. And unfortunately for you, that’s just something you have to deal with. But during one of his tours, he had to do the water dance, earning him a lot of attention, only adding the fuel to your fire. But you were able to get your revenge easily, and it involved Sehun’s stomach, a permanent marker and your name.

Sehun: *From the shower* “{Y/N} I SWEAR TO GOD, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU- IT’S NOT COMING OFF!”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by elaysium

Yixing doesn’t really understand why you get jealous, mainly because he only gives his special attention to you. He never flirts with anyone else, and never lets anyone else flirt with him, so it doesn’t really occur to him why you get jealous. But he does know how to soothe you, so when he wakes up one morning with ‘Mine’ written on his hand, he pulls you in and shows you just how much he loves you.

Yixing: “Baobei, if you wanted me to show you how much I love you, all you had to do was ask.” *Smirking as he presses his lips on yours.*


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by exoxoolf

You might get jealous with Chen, but that doesn’t amount to the amount of times he’s been jealous with you. He doesn’t like it when other men flirt with you, and hates it when you seem like you’re giving them more attention than him. So he writes ‘Property of Kim Jongdae’ on your hand while you’re sleeping one morning.

{y/n}: “What the hell, Jongdae! I’m going to wash this off!”

Jongdae: “Have fun with that, it’s a permanent marker~”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by gaysexoal

Don’t make Minseok jealous. Jealous Minseok can be very hard to handle. Not only will he be very possessive when he thinks he’s being threatened, but you might also get the hardship of not being able to walk tomorrow morning. So when he saw a guy flirting with you, he didn’t hold back on showing you who you really belong to. He didn’t label you ‘his’ externally, but after a night with him, it will be the only thing on your mind.

Minseok: “Have you learnt your lesson?”

{y/n}: “Yes.”

Minseok: *smirking* “Thought so.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by laygion

Tao doesn’t give any fucks, you’re his, and he wants the world to know. Sometimes, when he’s been jealous, you wake up with ‘mine’ written on your skin with marker, or you have a label stuck to you somewhere, this is when you know you’ve made Tao jealous, but since he’s literally the biggest baby, it’s up to you to go and soothe him.

{y/n}: “You know I only love you, Baobei.”

Tao: “Of course you do, I’m fabulous.”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by daenso

Being the leader of EXO, Suho gets a lot of female attention, something that doesn’t please you in the slightest. Suho wasn’t getting the message either, so you made him get the message by writing your name and labeling all over his body while he slept, he was in for the shock of his life when he finally woke up.

Suho: “What the hell?” *looks down at his crotch area where there was a label stating ‘also property of {y/n}. He looks at you, a raised eyebrow* “Really.”

{y/n}: “It’s mine, I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

Suho: *Smirks* “If it’s yours, why don’t you come and get it?”


Lu Han

Originally posted by elaysium

Luhan doesn’t like the fact that you get so much attention from others. He knows you’re attractive, but that doesn’t mean any one else can goggle at you, that’s for his eyes and for his eyes only. He labelled you while you slept, not caring how annoyed you were when you woke up, he was annoyed too.

{y/n}: “You know I only love you, Luhan!”

Luhan: “Oh yeah, it definitely seemed that way while you flirted with him!”

{y/n}: “I wasn’t flirt- oh forget it! You’re impossible!”

*Will come and apologise to you later when he realises how much he’s hurt you over it.*


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by jonginization

You get jealous around Kai, and that is inevitable because this man is not only an amazing dancer, but he is also incredibly charming when he’s not being a dork. He woke up with {y/n} written on his hand in permanent marker and found himself unable to get it off. You smirked as you watched him awkwardly tried to hide it during an interview. At least now he’s learnt never to let the green eyed monster make an appearance again.

Interviewer: “I think Kai has hurt his hand, he keeps nursing it under his sleeve.”

Kai: *Shifty* “Yeah, dancing accident.” *Glares at the camera because he knows you’re watching.*


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by kris-laxia

Kris would see your jealousy as cute and would definitely use it to his own advantage when he wakes up to find himself covered in ‘possession of {y/n}’ written all over him.

Kris: “If it’s yours, then you should come and claim it.” *winks*

Katsuki Bakugou x Redaer

This is just a little drabble I had where I imagined Reader with a “near death” experience lol I hope you guys like!

You and Kirishima were always daring each other to do stupid pranks. From super gluing Mineta to the ceiling in his sleep to knocking on Kaminari’s window at night. You guys knew no limits and never backed down from a dare. Not even when Kirishima dared you to draw on Bakugou’s face while he slept.

You looked at Bakugou then at Kirishima, sweat already forming on your forehead. You looked to Kaminari on your left holding out your hand for the marker. Once you said yes to the dare Kirishima told the class of your intentions and they were all wanting to see Bakugou with drawings on his face but mostly they worried they would never see you again.

“Well, it’s been nice knowing ya Y/n” He whispered as he handed you the black washable marker. You gave him a weary smile before letting out a shaky breath and began to slowly turn the door knob to sleeping beast’s chamber. You made sure to open the door as slow as possible to make sure it didn’t make any sounds. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears from the absolute silence with the exception of Bakugou’s soft snores. You swiftly made your way to the edge of the bed when he started to shift a bit. You could hear the class behind you let out soft gasps as you froze waiting for him to seize all moments. You even waited an extra 15 seconds just to make sure he wouldn’t try to move again. You bent down on one knee and uncapped the marker but it let out a ‘pop’ sound that made you stiffen. You could feel the stares of your classmates on your back as the market made contact with his left cheek.

You felt as if you were trying to disarm a bomb from all the tension in the air. You were about to add another line on his chin when suddenly red eyes met E/c. Your breathe hitched as he blinked at you. “What the fuck? Y/n?” All your instincts suddenly kicked in and you bolted pass your classmates sprinting to your room swiftly locking the door. He noticed the market in your hand before you left and rushed to the bathroom when it clicked in his head. Once he looked at his reflection he was greeted with kitty whiskers and a nose, a Mario mustache along with a half done beard, a dick on his right cheek, a dolphin on his left cheek, and on his forehead was ‘I EAT ASS’ in your handwriting. “Y/N WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT?” He ran out the bathroom where the class awaited him snapping pictures as quickly as possible with out getting blasted in the face. “OUTTA THE WAY ASS WIPES” he briskly made his way over to the girls side of the dorm until he was face to face with your door. You could hear him stomping from down the hall and didn’t know what to do. “OPEN UP THIS FUCKING DOOR Y/N” He kept jiggling the knob and pounding the door with his fist.

“SUCK MY NONEXISTENT DICK” You knew you were only adding fuel to fire but you had a plan. It was a stupid plan. That might not even work. But you had a plan. “THATS IT” He blew your door off of its hinges and was charging at you. You swiftly snatched your blanket from your bed and threw it at him, giving you a small window to run out the room as his vision was robbed of him for a moment causing him trip and fall on the blanket. You heard a loud 'FUCK’ as you ran passed your classmates taking pictures and recording everything. “Outta the way! Deadman running for their life here!” You shouted kicking Mineta like a soccer ball down the hall. You made your way back to the boy’s side of the dorm and quickly ran inside Kirishima’s room crawling underneath his bed. “WHERE IS SHE?” You could hear him opening up all the rooms and shouting when he found nothing. Each shout of frustration and string of profanities getting closer. You held your breath as he finally kicked opened Kirishima’s door but he quickly left. “Where the fuck did she go?” Once you knew he was long gone you didn’t dare move an inch until Kirishima came in hours later laughing his stupid head off. You quickly grabbed his ankle from underneath the bed causing him to fall with a high pitched scream. “What the hell?! Y/n?!” You quickly shushed him not wanting Bakugou to know your whereabouts. He understood and kept his voice low. “What are you doing underneath my bed?” You gave him a not so feminine snort, “'WhAt arE yOU dOiNg uNdERnEath My bED?’ YOU LITTLE SHIT RAG I COULD OF DIED” You whispered-yelled almost choking the life out of him. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! I really am!” He whisper-yelled back. “But guess who caught the whole thing on their phone?” He smirked showing you his phone.

You signed but watched it and was almost crying from Katsuki’s little temper tantrum and your handy work. That whole day you hid underneath Kirishima’s bed while he would sneak you in snacks and occasionally tell Bakugou that you weren’t there whenever he would barge in still on the hunt for you.

2

A Girl Can Dream 

Pairing: Roman x Reader

Word Count: 862

Warnings: 90′s teen level Angst

A/N: Sorry that its been so long guys! Probably a part 1. Give me some ideas friends! Love yall


“Here we have our newly crowned champion Roman Reigns, Congrats on your win Roman!” I said with an obnoxiously fake smile.

“Why thank you sweetheart” He replied flirtatiously.

As I continued the interview, asking about his plans for Braun and the future, my chest tightened. This dreaded conversation needed to come to close. “Well thank you for joining me!” I finished as the cameras began to shut off. I pulled my mic off and tried to escape to anywhere but my current location.

“Hey! Wait” Roman yelled from behind me as I flooded to my dressing room, closing the door behind me. I locked the door as his loud footsteps stopped outside of the locker room.

My back slid down the door as a loud sigh came from the other side.

“Come on, open the door” He said demanded.

“Leave me alone Roman” I yelled, switching from my tight dress into my shorts and Breezango shirt that I had packed away the night before.

“I’m your fiance! You can’t just ignore me!” He barked. I shuffled over to the door and unlocked it.
Roman stormed in almost trampling me as I stumbled backward, slamming the door behind himself.

“What do you want Roman?” I asked crossing my arms.

“I want to know what the hell your problem is!” He bellowed, adding fuel to the already untamable fire.

“What the hell my problem is? Maybe it’s you Roman. Maybe your my problem ” I muttered, leaving the room. Not knowing where to go, I knocked on the only person who I knew would make me feel better.

“Hey! Whats up?” Naomi answered the door.

I sighed, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah! what’s wrong?”

“Roman is just tearing everything apart and I-I don’t know what to do” I sniffled. She pulled me into her arms and rubbed my back as tears fell down my face.

“Shhhhh, its ok,” She cooed.“How can I help?”.

“I-I don’t even know. He just wants to see ou-” I stuttered out as the locker room door opened.

“Hey Nai- Wait what’s wrong?” Jimmy asked, concern taking over his face.

“Roman” Naomi replied as Jimmy walked over.

“Do I need to rough him up a little?” He asked with a smile causing me to giggle a little.

“You know what? I’m good. I’m fine, seriously,” I said getting up and brushing myself off. I took a deep breath and thanked the two for helping me calm down before heading to my car below the building. The drive was slow but just what I needed as I gathered my thoughts and made a plan for the upcoming night. As I entered the hotel lobby, the clerk seemed to me the only other person and the room was seemingly empty. “Hi, I was wondering if you had any rooms available for the night.”

“Let me check,” the man said, his typing echoing through the empty hallway. “It looks like we have one room available for tonight.”

“Perfect! Thank you so much” I sighed in relief. He handed me the key to my new room and I gathered all my belongings, trudging my heavy legs to the elevator.

“563… 563..” I muttered to myself as I walked down the hall. Pushing open the door, I threw my backpack on to the desk and my suitcase onto the bed. “Where the hell are my….” I mumbled before finding my shorts. I threw them on along with a thin tank top and  grabbed an old hoodie out of my bag. Taking my wallet with me I headed back outside only to slam into someone.

“Oh hey! There you are! I was so worried when you didn’t come to our room!” Roman sighed in relief.

I looked down at my feet, afraid to meet Roman in the eyes. “I have my own room,”

“What?”

“Yeah, I, um, got my own room” I cleared my throat trying to regain any confidence.

“Why would you do that?” He scolded, gaining the attention of a group of kids wandering the hallways.

“Can we not do this out here?” I said, opening the door for Roman. He accepted my invitation and I followed him into my room.

“Why didn’t you answer my texts? I was so worried about you.” His arms wrapped around me.

I struggled, for a second, to get out of his arms before he realized what was happening and let me go. “I can’t pretend like what happened didn’t happen.”

“Baby it doesn’t change anything. People fight. It happens.” His hand tried to pull me back in but I pushed it away.

“This ‘fight’ has been going on for months. I mean when was the last time there was no argument or lingering glares?” His silence answered for him. “I think you should go Roman”

“This is ridiculous” His eyes dropped the naive hope he normally had. I walked over to the hotel door and opened it leading him out and closing the door behind me. I crawled into my bed and curled into a ball, hoping the ache in my heart would disappear with a little rest. An insane thought really, but a girl can dream.

Stratagem

Summary: Rick leads Negan into a trap only to have an unexpected turn of events causing things to heat up between them.

Pairing: Negan x Rick Grimes

Word Count: 3337

Warnings: NSFW, strong language, violence, apocalyptic gore, dubcon, domination, angry sex, asphyxiation with a scarf, ass slapping, fingering, anal sex, orgasm denial, Rick being a prick

Tags: @negansmutweek @negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

A/N: Written for Ash’s 2K challenge and Negan Smut Week. Somehow all my smutty one shots slowly evolve into dark erotica. Sorry not sorry. Rick had a mind of his own here. Not my fault. Did I actually write this?

Originally posted by hardyness

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Call Me

Member: Woozi/Jihoon
Genre: Smut
Wordcount: 1,163


It was blissful. Pleasurable. Senses were heightened. Breaths were drawn out with raw, raspy voices. A clash of teeth. A buck of the hips. Him.

“Yes,” you whispered, digging your hands into the silken sheets. The deep red fabric started off shockingly cold against your bare back, but now it was uncomfortably hot. Not like you cared.

“(y/n)…” he murmured, lips brushing against your jaw and hands gripping your hips tighter. There were going to marks there tomorrow, you were sure.

A small whimper of pleasure slipped passed your lips as the knot in your stomach tightened. Close. So, so close. He smirked against your sweaty skin.

“Say my name.”

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Rap Daddy (Part 3)

Episode 3: Rap Twins

As the show began immediately there was a noticeable change between the last episode and this one. The two person couch had now been replaced by one that was built for three people.

“Good morning” Yongguk greeted the staff as he sat down in the middle section of the couch.

As he appeared there were bold letters at the bottom of the screen saying ‘Welcome Back Yongguk’.

This time instead of thanking and welcoming Yongguk from behind the camera the PD stood up and shook his hand. “We didn’t think you would accept our invitation. We are glad to have you as Rap Daddy number three, Bang Yongguk.”

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Brought Back.

[ Sans x Reader ]

You were determined. Sans had done so much for you, and this was the way you decided to repay him.

You were going to bring back Gaster.

It was a ridiculous decision, one even Alphys thought was impossible, but decided to try and help you as you would not stop pestering her about it. She knew how much Gaster meant to Sans, and how much Sans meant to you. It’s not like you were busy anyway, you were given a legally required holiday of a month from your position at that the infamous library that was spelt wrong. That sound be enough to at least get it done, right?

Yes, but god damn it took up all your spare time. Often you would come home late to the Skelebros’ house (which you were gifted the spare room) and just collapse on the floor as soon as you walked in. You always woke up in your bed, which you presumed Papyrus tucked you in, the mischievous, stuck up nerd he was. However, it was the same cycle every morning, chug a cup of coffee, and would be halfway to the Hotlands before Papyrus even rose. You’d be needing another coffee by the time Sans rose, it was that late.

There was a variety of tasks that needed to be accomplished every day, such as pinning down locations of Gaster’s soul, growing a new body for him, and constructing the necessary tools and parts to merge his soul together with the new body. Needless to say, with all this continuous strain, one day you didn’t wake up in your bed, but on the couch with the skeleton brothers leaning over you.

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thinkingingallifreyan replied to your post “Are there any howling Americanisms in fanfic that are a particular pet…”

Since when has “faggot” meant “meatball”, the only meaning for it I knew was “thing you use to fuel the fire” which is where “fag” for “cigarette” comes from. Also I have a friend from Birmingham who insists that they use “mom” around there.

If you’re not sure on something like this, a quick Google can always help you out:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faggot_(food)

It’s even referenced on the Wikipedia page about the pejorative use itself:  

Originally confined to the United States,[8] the use of the words fag and faggot as epithets for gay men has spread elsewhere in the English-speaking world, but the extent to which they are used in this sense has varied outside the context of imported US popular culture. In the UK and some other countries, the words queer, homo, and poof are much more common as pejorative terms for gay men. The word faggot in the UK typically refers to a kind of meatball, while fag is most commonly used as a slang term for “cigarette”.

I mean, I don’t mind you asking - but it’s not an obscure term; you can find it out quite easily online.  :)

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Can you make an imagine where Justin and y/n are fighting in the hotel lobby and you want to just walk away, but Justin won’t let you walk away until you guys figure stuff out.

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Originally posted by couplenotes

Damn it I hate when Justin & y/n fight :/

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“Why the hell does she keep calling you Justin? I thought you stopped talking to her!” I scream at him as I follow him into the hotel lobby.

“Y/N can we not do this right now? You’re making a scene.” Justin groans as he turns around to face me.

“Do you think I honestly give a shit about a damn scene? If you just answer my question there wouldn’t be a problem!” I say, my heart racing slightly as I awaited his reply.

“I don’t know why she’s calling me okay? I told her I wanted nothing to do with her remember? Because I love you! I chose you!” Justin clenches his fists, and despite his kind words, it only added fuel to the fire.

“You honestly expect me to believe that? If you told her that then why is she still calling you!” I seethe.

“Because she’s crazy! I don’t fucking know Y/N ! Like get off my back I did nothing wrong here.” Justin brings his voice down to a whisper, and I shake my head.

“Fine, then give me your phone.” I say, putting my hand out.

“What?” He asks, his brows furrowing.

“Give me your phone, so that the next time she calls, I will answer and talk instead.” I state, and Justin rolls his eyes.

“I’m not giving you my phone Y/N.” Justin says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Why not?” I question sharply

“Because we just need to let it go. This is exactly what she wants! To get in between us. Why don’t you trust me?” He says, stepping closer to me but I back away.

“Because you’ve given me reasons not to trust you before!” I retort, and he clenches his jaw.

“How the hell are we supposed to move forward in this relationship if all you do is bring up the past.” Justin growls, and I feel the guilt bubbling up for saying what I did.

I sigh, looking away from him and letting out a deep breath before realizing, there was no use in fighting.

“You’re right. I’m s-”

Before I could finish Justin’s phone rings again, and all the anger I decided to let go builds right back up, making me cross my arms.

Justin pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking down at it and making a face.

Before he could say anything I snatch it out of his hands, answering the phone call and putting it to my ear.

“Hey, baby? It’s me. I’m guessing you were with Y/N since you haven’t been answering my calls but you ditched her yeah?” Her voice says sweetly into the phone, and my blood runs cold.

I feel myself get sick as I end the call, all my worst fears confirmed as I turn around, Justin’s face contorting into one of worry as it crosses over mine.

I feel the tears well up in my eyes as I shake my head, handing him the phone.

“Y/N, you know whatever she said was-”

“A lie?” I finish his sentence for him, my resolve thinning quickly.

“Yes. A lie.”

“You keep telling yourself that Justin. I’m done” I whisper, turning to leave but he grabs my arm, making me snap.

“Let me go! Don’t fucking touch me!” I cry, and before I know it I’m hitting his chest, pushing him away as he desperately try’s to calm me down.

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you again! All you do is lie time after time. I’m leaving!” I scream, the tears falling down my face.

“I didn’t do anything! Baby I swear she’s lying to you. I haven’t seen her in months I swear to god. I love you.” Justin pleads, but I’m not listening.

“You don’t love me! If you did you wouldn’t hurt me so much. You’re hurting me.” I whimper, collapsing in his arms from exhaustion.

“What can I do or say to have you believe me. What can I do?” He asks as he holds me tight, but I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to focus on his warmth as I pull myself out of his grasp, well aware of the multiple people around us, staring in silence.

“I need to go.” I say, turning to leave but he gets in front of me, grasping my face.

“No Y/N. You’re not leaving until we resolve this. I’m not gonna let you leave angry at me, or angry at all. Hear me out.” He says, his sincere eyes staring into mine.

I let out a shaky breath.

“I’m tired, can I go to my room? I just want to go to bed okay? Please” I beg, silently pleading with my eyes as they whelmed up with tears once more.

Justin stared at me for a while before nodding, kissing my forehead making me let out a breath as he let me go.

I turned around, walking towards the elevator with the little dignity I had left, before pressing our floor and waiting for the doors to close, Justin’s face the last thing I see before it shuts completely.