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happy74827 · 2 months

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He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

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The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

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kr-han · 5 months

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HiGH&LOW Random Fun Facts That You May Not Know

Disclaimer: SWORD only and the list is so random, so bear with me.

Cobra loves cupcakes, he probably has sweet tooth.

Cobra styles his hair according to his mood (not like bad or good but more like he's fired up enough or not).

Cobra has A LOT of red clothing. His real name is Hino Junpei (緋野盾兵) and the first character which is 緋 can also be read as aka which means red or scarlet.

He loves Antonio Inoki (a pro-wrestler) so much and make it his whole personality (including his red scarf).

When Cobra is drunk, he would shout, "Inoki-san, genki desuka!?". In MUGEN era, he would do it with Kohaku for the rest of the night.

Cobra admires Kohaku so much because he thinks Kohaku resembles Antonio Inoki.

Cobra has small appetite not even 1/10 of Yamato's. But he eats cupcakes.

Cobra can't draw.

Cobra didn't use sticker on LINE (the messanger).

Cobra and Yamato can't speak English. They're probably the type who'd say, "We're Japanese we don't need English!"

Yamato is afraid of cats. The reason is cat can get long.

Yamato's insult never sounds like one.

Noboru favorite food is sea cucumber. He's sea cucumber maniac.

According to Cobra Noboru type is a girl with glasses.

Dan on the other hand, can draw well. But he can't draw woman.

Rocky is a little clumsy, he forgot small things like key.

Hyuga always sleeps whenever there's no fighting nor something exciting to do.

Murayama loves corndog.

Murayama dislikes sharing his food.

G-SWORD's leaders alcohol tolerance: Cobra is rather low, Rocky is rather high, Murayama prefer to eat than drink (but according to Nakazono, Murayama didn't make any different when he's drinking or not), Hyuga prefer to sleep than anything else, and Smoky can't.

According to Kizzy, Rocky becomes a foolish/idiotic old man when he's drunk. Kizzy also said, "When he's drunk, he got no dignity whatsoever."

Murayama's favorite alcohol beverage is ryokucha-hai (which a combination of green tea and shochu. Might be wrong though, you can search: 緑茶ハイ).

Hyuga's favorite alcohol beverage is shochu.

When Oya part timer go to karaoke, they sing girl idols' songs.

Masaki do all the house chores in Amamiya's households from cleaning up to cooking.

Hiroto's favorite food is curry.

When Hiroto cooks, he only cooks curry.

Takeru is forgetful. Masaki has to remind him all the time. Hiroto? He waits to be petted by his aniki.

Kaito and Kizzy have a couple ring and they use it as necklace.

In HiGH&LOW The Movie, Kaito and Kizzy joined the fight but there's no single footage of them fighting. But they appeared before the fight and after the fight with some bruises.

From End of Sky to Final Mission, Cobra didn't wear his red scarf anymore.

Despite using his red scarf as a personality, Cobra didn't use it to fight beside for his character introduction scene in episode 1.

Ichigo Milk has been inviting Naomi to join them, but Naomi refuses due to Itokan. She wants to take care what's left by her brother.

Naomi can actually beat dudes.

Murayama keeps the strawberry bag from Oshiage and he uses it as a pillow.

Ice gave Sarah a teddy bear (and a necklace).

Ice can cook and according to Mighty Warriors' member, Ice's curry tasted like seafood when he uses zero seafood ingredients. Apparently, it matched the actor's fun fact: Elly's curry always tasted like he put seafood in it even when he's not.

There was once, Seki dressed up in sailor uniform for karaoke. Of course, they sing girl idols' songs.

Toutetsu brothers cook for Hyuga, but he sleeps almost all day long, so Katou needs to wake him up just to eat.

Ukyou cooks better than Sakyou.

Ukyou needs to separate Daruma's income into envelopes and hide them because if not, Hyuga would splurge the income into zero. Hyuga can't manage money.

Lala reads books for the kids in Mumeigai, and they literally have reading time with Lala.

Furuya has truck driver's license.

Murayama durability is top notch and it resemble his given name which is Yoshiki. His full name written like this 村山良樹 and Yoshiki (良樹) is consist of characters that mean good or skilled, and trees or wood. He's a skilled trees or wood, or whatever but that clearly means that his durability is on another level. That's why he could bear the 100 punches challenge and still fight back after that.

Hiroto and Smoky loves cat.

Murayama talked to a cat. (He's cat, but also puppy; whatever he's cute).

Murayama introduced Todoroki to Cobra in person.

Murayama has 4 vans' shoes and a pair of converse. (Haven't count how many jackets he has though, might count it when I rewatch).

At least, Tsukumo has been hit by the car twice. He should avoid getting near cars. No cars near him, please.

White Rascals' outfit are all white and it's hard to keep it clean. The visual line (Shimura, Bito, Aizawa, and Enari) has a hard time because they spend so much money for laundry and cleaning. Little did they know, Rocky actually could paid 80% of their cleaning cost. But Rocky didn't say it to them because he knows that they would be worried about how to pay Rocky back. (Rocky is so sweet). Probably the only guys that use this privilege only Koo and Kaito.

Rocky paid 100% of the girls' laundry and cleaning cost (including Kizzy).

Rocky's surname, Mutsugi, is actually a word play. It's written as 六ツ木 in Japanese. Which the character 六 can be read as mutsu (mu for short) or roku (ro for short) and it means six; ツ is a katakana for tsu and in hiragana it's written like this つ. When tsu is written small in between characters (it's called sokuon) like っ/ッ it purposes is to geminate the next character; and 木 is ki and it means tree. If we put them together and make the tsu as sokuon, we'll get 六ッ木 which read as ろっき in hiragana and ロッキ in katakana (both are rokki) we got his name, Rocky (ロッキー).

Source: rewatching the series and the movies over and over again so I can get into the useful but also useless facts, and the g-sword manga by CLAMP. If you want to read HiGH&LOW g-sword manga by CLAMP you can read HERE for English translation or DI SINI untuk translasi Bahasa Indonesia. Note: Might add more if I find or remember more. Also, I'm sorry there's too much Cobra, can't help though, I love him a little bit too much.

#high&low #high and low #high&low story of sword #mugen #amamiya brothers #sannoh rengokai #sannoh hoodlum squad #white rascals #oya high #oya kou #rude boys #daruma ikka

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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your yandere price was sooo good 😭

can i please request some yandere ghost? maybe reader is a young spec ops soldier who’s really damn good at their job and the typical obsessive behavior ensues but reader is a really stubborn and prideful person so they just fight against him at every turn

— Stubborn

Warnings: slight violence at the start, Ghost being angry, intense makeout scene (I tried!) And love confession.

A/N: Thank you!! Please enjoy this fic, and I may or may not be barking for this man ^^! This is also male reader. Hope that's okay :].

You're code-name is Cobra. While I thought it fit, in future fics, I may change it to a more gn name.

“I told you to stay in the goddamn post!”

His exploding voice echoed throughout the entire room. You flinched at his suddenly changed voice, watching the invisible steam come out of his back like a dragon ready to set fire to a poor village.

Angered. That was his emotion. He was shooting a sharp, repetitive scowl. He’s holding back, cracking his knuckles, hands clenching against one another before uttering something under his breath now and again.

It’s chilling — terrifying even.

Normally, he was quiet and nice with you — at least to some degree. But today you fucked up.

You watched him turn around, facing the big window in the room, admiring the midnight sky and moon. To some degree, it helps cool off the sweat on your body.

Or try to. It certainly did not help with the anger in the room.

Rolling your eyes, you got up from the chair beside the desk in the room, standing up behind him.

“I’m completely fine.” You raised your arms, dangling them around to show him that no cuts or even bruises were forming on your body. “We finished the mission. That’s all that matters, yeah?”

You heard him scoff, “All that matters?” He shifts on his feet, turning to look at you with a glare.

“I gave you an order. ” He stepped closer towards your direction. “A specific — detailed order to not engage unless I worded!”

With each word, he came forward until he was right in front of you, intimidating you with his darkened-brown eyes.

“I–” You started, before flopping your arms to the side in defeat. You looked at the ground before looking back at him.

“I’m sorry.” You offered pathetically. You saw his eyes twitch — clearly not believing the word you gave out. “I did a stupid stunt. I’m sorry, Ghost.”

“Cobra!” You heard him scream at you, demanding you to turn back and return to your hidden spot. “Cobra! Get your bloody ass out of there!”

Indeed, Ghost ran a tight mission. But when it came out of line, he got extremely serious and violent.

“Keep them off my trail!” You yelled at the radio, hearing Soap curse on the other end. You fired your gun, emptying bullet after bullet into their skulls with near-perfect aim.

Although, without moving a muscle, you could hear his footsteps — thundering right behind you.

Before you knew it, you were pulled away into a random room with a very angry Simon. Legs growing in pain and a yelling leader in your face;

You were simply doing your job, right?

“Yet, you didn’t back out.” He growled, pointing a finger in your face harshly. “You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t.” You sneered back. “You should be grateful I took them down — killed them all before they killed the hostages!”

“Shut it.” He snapped.

“Really? Why should I? I mean—” You scoffed, “Your the one who decided to come and grab me, push me away when I was alright!” You growled, poking a finger into his chest.

“Then fucking listen. It’s my job to make sure you’re breathing.”

“Really?” You ushered. “Cause if I didn’t do that, there would have been a bullet between all of their eyes!”

Suddenly, you were forced against the wall, watching his gaze tighten and his tattooed arm being pushed up against your neck. You jumped at the loud bang in your ears, mouth going dry.

You could practically hear Simon’s heartbeat — flaming in waves like lava rushing over land.

Your blood was boiling. Fists and legs tingling in frustration. Eyes narrowing in.

“I’m not scared of you, Simon,” You answered, “Wanna hit me? Don’t be a bitch about it.”

You stared into his eyes, hearing him breathe heavily before feeling his arm release you, resting right beside him. “You need to understand that you should come first.”

Your chest heaved, head pounding in adrenaline and annoyance.

“Then, we have two different views.” You rasped. Watching him lean back, his eyes staring into your soul. “My job is protecting people. And I’m damn good at it, so I’m not gonna stand here and let you shit me down.”

You heard him scoff. “Doing it stupidly isn’t protecting people.”

“Then why are you here, Simon?” You snarled, leaning forward to him. Though, you didn’t see him flinch or move an inch. Rather than letting you challenge him by getting in his personal space.

“You’re on some real thin ice, Cobra” He snapped.

You snickered, digging a finger at his chest. “Or what? You gonna hit me, L.T.? Go ahead, I’d love to see you try.”

“You don’t see it, do you?” He angrily blurted out.

“Wha–”

He gripped your shoulders, forcing you to make direct eye contact with him. “You can congratulate yourself all you want. But you need to realize the team almost — I… almost lost you”

You couldn’t think, nor anticipate his next move. What did he mean by that damn sentence?

But when his hand on your shoulder was removed, rolling his mask upward, and revealing his scarred face. You were hotly flustered and surprised.

His chapped lips — scarred nose, eyebrows, and greased smoked paint around his eyes. His soulless, brown-marked eyes were staring down at you. Hell, even his browned hair was somehow styled and perfectly cleaned. What the actual fuck.

He raised an eyebrow at your flustered face, “Cat got your tongue?”

His other hand gripped your jaw, thumb caressing your chin, pulling you into a hypnotic haze.

Pulling his face closer to yours, you didn’t expect to see or feel his skin — his stubbled jaw, his lips against yours, swallowing your fury.

He tasted sweet, almost too sweet for an angry and dangerous man.

Moaning into the kiss, you felt a smirking plaster against his face. Fuckin’ teaser.

You couldn’t breathe — think properly by his addictive smell and taste. His scent was calming, a calm that wasn’t needed now.

His free hand grabbed your side, pulling you closer into the touched makeout, making you feel his chest heave into yours. Slowly, your hand raised, dragging your fingertips into his slick and semi-wet hair, locking them between your fingers.

Kissing him tenderly, you felt him stiffen — slightly unsure how to proceed with this… ‘debrief’

But, he welcomed it a second later, grasping your jaw as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring your cavern. Earning a small whine, he departed himself from you with a trail of saliva.

Pulling away, you both looked like a mess; the two of you acted like you had an intense wrestling match, with hair slightly messed up, ragged breathing, and shaky gasps that certainly would be heard from outside the room.

Suddenly, Ghost grabs you, pulling you into his chest as your head rested against him, hearing his pounding heart and heavy breathing.

“I know you’re bloody good at your job. Jus’... never fucking do that again.”

You narrowed your eyes, feeling butterflies form in your stomach. “Didn't expect you to love me.”

You heard him mumble something, but from the shift on his feet, you already knew the answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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zegrasdrysdale · 5 months

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I wanted to send in a request for cole :)

Reader does yoga every morning and he wants her to teach him. It’s just something silly and cute

[ zen ] c. caufield

paring : Cole Caufield x fem!reader

summary : Cole finds (Y/N) one morning doing her yoga routine and he decides he wants her to teach him some yoga

warning(s) : some suggestive comments, but a lot of flirting

author’s note : this has been sitting in my inbox since i started the christmas fic marathon and i feel bad bc i wanted to focus on that … anon, hope you enjoy :)

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One of her favorite things about the day is the beginning of the day. She finds it incredibly relaxing to stretch out and do some yoga before she gets her day started. It puts her in the best mood, and she never misses a day.

Today is no different.

She walks into the garage gym that she and Cole have in their Montreal home with her yoga mat, her phone, and her AirPods in her hands. The sun has just started to rise so the sky is a beautiful mix of blue, purple, and orange. There's a light haze in the air so it's the perfect vibe for a morning yoga session.

She puts on some calming instrumental music and begins to stretch out so she doesn't pull anything while she's doing some yoga.

(Y/N) takes a minute to do some deep breathing exercises before she begins her session. She feels her muscles comfortably stretch as she goes through her usual yoga poses and stretches.

It feels so good to stretch out and do some morning yoga, especially after a good night's sleep. All her tight muscles get loose, and she keeps her breathing under control.

She's in a downward dog pose when she hears the garage door open and close. She turns her head to see her boyfriend in the doorway. His eyes aren't on her face though.

"Hey, my eyes are over here, Caufield," she comments as she slowly comes out of the pose. "You're never up this early, and you usually aren't here if you are."

Cole's eyes shift to her face. "I just woke up," he replies. "I think in more than one way." (Y/N) raises her eyebrows. "Anyway, can I join in? I keep trying to and I always miss your morning sessions. I want to learn how to do yoga. The trainer keeps telling me that my muscles are too tight."

Then he smiles that Cole Caufield smile and she suddenly doesn't know how to say no. She never knows how to say no when he flashes that smile at him.

"Fine," she replies. "No funny business though."

"No idea what you mean."

She playfully rolls her eyes and disconnects her AirPods so the two of them can hear the music. The instrumental music comes from her phone, which sits between them.

Cole grabs an extra yoga mat and sets up camp beside his girlfriend. She stands beside him on her own mat and says, "Follow my lead. I'm going to pick up where I left off when you interrupted me."

He smiles and she goes back down into downward dog. Cole takes it in and mirrors what she is doing. She looks over at him and sees that he's doing it wrong. "Oh my God, Cole," she sighs. "You have to put your feet flat on the ground and straighten your legs."

When he looks over at her confused, she comes out of the pose and turns to Cole. She straightens his knees and moves his legs in so his feet are flat on the mat. She presses her hands into his lower back so his back is straight.

"Yoga is so hard, (Y/N)," Cole tell her. It sounds like he's holding in his breath.

"You need to breathe, baby," she retorts. "I can tell you aren't breathing. Deep breaths. In and out. It keeps you relaxed and will help you loosen your muscles."

She hears Cole take a deep breath in. She smiles and watches him look up at her. He mirrors her smile. “Am I doing a good job?” he asks.

(Y/N) laughs and nods. “Yeah,” she tells him. “Move into the Cobra pose like this.” She demonstrates and Cole watches her intently.

When she’s pushing her upper body up with her legs flat on the ground, Cole tries his best to mirror what she did to get to the Cobra pose.

“Push your chest out and keep your arms slightly bent,” she orders him. Cole bends his stiff arms and pushes his chest out like she told him to. “Good job, Coley.”

Cole flushes and smiles. “I have a good teacher,” he says. (Y/N) laughs and shakes her head.

“Such a flatterer,” she retorts. “Push up into downward dog then push yourself up to your feet. Time for the next pose.”

He does what she says and they both push themselves up to their feet. Cole looks over at her with his eyebrows raised like he’s asking “what’s next?” “What do you have us doing next, Miss (L/N)?” Cole asks.

“Triangle.”

“What the fuck is triangle?”

(Y/N) laughs and walks over to her boyfriend. She kicks his feet a little wider than shoulder width apart, which brings him down to her height.

Cole smiles when he meets her eyes. “Hi, baby,” he says.

“Hi, my love,” she replies with a mirrored smile. (Y/N) leans in and presses a small kiss to his lips.

They get a little distracted for a few seconds when Cole deepens the kiss. His hands come up to cup her jaw and she lets her hands fall to his waist.

She mumbles, “We’re not done yet, Coley.”

“Can’t we go do yoga in bed?” he questions as he pulls away. Not very far though because his lips still touch hers when he talks. “I know a couple of poses that’ll stretch us out really good.”

The innuendo makes her laugh and shake her head. “You know I have to finish my routine,” she tells him. “You said you wanted to join me and learn yoga. Now, bend right at the waist. Put one hand on the ground next to your right foot and put your left arm facing the sky.”

He groans and listens to her. “I’m starting to dislike yoga, (Y/N),” he pants.

“Breathe, Cole,” she reminds him. He inhales deeply and exhales.

There are a few more poses then they’re done. Cole gets all happy.

“That was actually really fun,” he tells her. “I feel loose.”

As (Y/N) rolls up her mat, she says, “You should join me on the days you are here in the morning.”

Cole blinks at her and rolls up his own mat. “That’s okay,” he replies. “It’s more of an every so often thing for me. I am really glad you found something you like and can do all the time.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. “I really enjoyed doing yoga with you so you can come here any time you want,” she states. “Maybe I’ll teach you some more poses.”

“I think I’d like that,” Cole says with a smile. “Now, can we please go take care of my little problem? Because you don’t know how much I really liked seeing you in your yoga outfit.”

With a laugh, she grabs his hand and leads him into the main house.

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I'm in the mood for something angsty... would you write something where Jake's partner is hospitalized for some reason? Feel free to explore it any way you want, I'm sure it'll be great!

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“Break right, Phoenix, break right!” You yelled in your cockpit as you and members of your squad were engaged in a training mission… one rooted in showing a new class of Top Gun recruits what teamwork sounds like in the air but you were all having an off day. She broke right but a second too late, almost clipping into Jake who whizzed past her.

“Phoenix, what the fuck?” He shouted, temporarily wavering in the air before recovering,

“Sorry, sorry.” She mumbled and you sighed.

“Everyone on the ground, now.” You ordered. You weren't sure you had the authority to do that, but everyone was off their game and you figured it was the best thing to do to avoid disaster. As you began to descend a flock of birds came out of nowhere and you cursed as you tried to fly around them.

“Birdstrike,” you said, “right engine on fire, climbing, throttling back. Shutting off fuel to right engine, extinguishing fire,” you said, narrating everything you were doing to keep ATC informed.

“What’s going on?” you heard Bob in your ear and you ignored it as you focused on the task at hand.

“Fuck,” you said as alarms rang throughout the cockpit, “left engine is out, trying to restart.” Your chest felt tight as you furiously pressed buttons, “throttling up.”

“You’re on fire!” Phoenix shouted in your ears.

“Extinguishing left engine,” you said and you felt a sinking feeling as more warning lights popped up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered.

“Punch out.” You heard Jake in your ears and you shook your head though no one could see you. In his own jet he was hovering idly, watching as yours spun wildly out of control and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

“God damn it, just- give me a minute,” you yelled, but all of your hail mary’s were coming up short, “hydraulic failure,” you said as you pulled up.

“Damn it, you can’t save it, punch out,” you heard him again, not even attempting to hide the panic in his voice that mirrored your own that was radiating throughout your body. Your jet started to veer off, starting a spiral directly for the bluffs ahead of you as everything became unresponsive.

“Lost all controls, trying-”

“Eject now,” Phoenix yelled and you exhaled sharply, looking at the rapidly approaching hillside.

“Fuck, ejecting, ejecting!” you shouted, pulling up on the loops between your feet and gasping as the wind was knocked out of you. You desperately tried to get in a breath of air as you pulled your parachute cord but it was futile with a rather ungraceful collision with the ground below. You heard the sounds of a rescue chopper before you could even finish detangling yourself from all of your gear and once you were free you took a deep breath and counted to ten, naming things you could see out loud to ground you, needing to come down from the adrenaline high to properly assess if you’d been hurt or not.

“Trees, rocks, smoke from my damn jet, clouds in the sky…” you breathed, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins begin to subside. As you began to calm down you stretched out your muscles, bouncing your weight between each foot and decided you were unharmed, spare a gash on your forehead that was oozing blood faster than you would have liked. You dug around in your pack, grabbing a pack of gauze and tearing it open to press against the wound as you waited. As your body came down from the high of a near death experience you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness no matter how hard you tried to hold on.

“I don’t understand what the hell she was doing,” Jake said as he paced outside of your hospital room with Rooster and Phoenix standing by and trying to figure out how to help.

“She thought she could save it, any one of us would have waited until the last second too,” Phoenix tried but Jake wasn’t having it.

“She could have died,” his voice cracked just as a nurse came out of your room to let him know you were asking for him.

“Hey, sweetheart…” he said, softly sitting on the edge of your bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a battered highway cone,” you groaned, trying to sit up but every bone in your body protested. “How long was I out?”

“Just a few hours… what the hell was that?”

“Birdstrike, thought I could save the engine,” you answered and you saw the disappointment in his face.

“You should have ejected as soon as it went out,” he replied.

“You know that’s not protocol, I had to at least try.”

“I don’t care about protocol! We can replace your jet, we can’t replace you,” he said, voice thick with emotion and you just smiled softly at him.

“I’m okay, Jake, really… just a few bumps and bruises.”

“And a concussion,” he pointed out and you grimaced… that’s why your head hurt so badly.

“It’ll heal,” you tried but he just shook his head. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Yeah well, you almost weren’t so stop saying you’re fine,” he shot back and your eyes widened. “Because I’m not, and you shouldn’t be. I mean, what the fuck, sweetheart? Was I just supposed to be okay with watching you burn in?” you could tell he was trying his hardest not to yell, to still be gentle with you. “You don’t get to be reckless like that anymore.”

“Okay, honey,” you nodded, reaching up to cup his face.

“I’m serious, no more of that. I can’t- I can’t do that again, just watch you spin out of control. I can’t-”

“It’s okay, come here,” you said, pulling him down and wrapping your arms around him. “I understand, it’s okay.”

“I’m supposed to be comforting you,” he mumbled against your chest and you laughed despite how much it hurt.

“That’s okay… through thick and thin, right?” you asked and he nodded as he sat up.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he said looking into your eyes and you nodded.

“I promise,” you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you, you big softie.”

“I love you, too.”

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wafflesex · 9 months

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Spoilers for Floyd's Stitch Event SSR

I wrote this all down in a hurry so certain nuances aren't 100% accurate, but this is the gist of Floyd's Stitch vignettes! It starts with Floyd surfing. Azul and Jack tell him it's time to head back to the cottage but Floyd complains about wanting to do an activity that can only be done at nighttime. This is when he gets the idea to make fireworks! He goes to Stitch's spaceship and asks him to turn any excess scrap metal into a fine powder. Floyd: A'ight, time for Dr. Floyd to experiment! This will be yellow and this will be red... Aha~ I did it! I'm a genius~ Stitch: ? Floyd: Are you interested in what I'm making? This is called a "flying jellyfish." Oh wait... what's it called on land again? Ah! That's right. Fireworks, fireworks! D'you know about 'em? (seems to be a reference to Part of Your World: "... What's that word again? ... Streeet~") Stitch helps Floyd make a ton of fireworks. As they build, he tells Stitch about Jade.

Floyd: You know, a long time ago, Jade and I went to the beach to watch the fireworks. Jade's my brother. Stitch: Ohana! Floyd: Hm? Jade's not a flower. He's the same moray mer as me. ("hana" means "flower" in Japanese, so whenever Stitch says "ohana," everyone thinks he's saying "flower") Floyd: Didn't I tell you? I'm a merman. I used to live in the sea before I went on land. Back in elementary school, I secretly went up to the beach to see the fireworks. Dad and mama always used to say "It's dangerous for kids to go alone, so don't go anywhere near the coast." Stitch: GRRR! Floyd: Nah, it's been a long time since merfolk and humans have been afraid of each other. After the sea princess and the land prince got married, merfolk come and go as they like. But little merfolk shouldn't wander close to shore alone because they could be swept away or beached. Floyd: Adults can survive that alone, but not a kid. Anyway, there's lots of shops for merfolk along the coast now. They're like the cottage we built where they stick out into the sea. They sell things like hoodies and accessories. ... My parents have several shops like that. Floyd: Those are for the grownups to go near though, not children. ... But Jade and I used to go to the beach a lot anyway and not tell our parents. I mean, when someone tells you not to do it, you want to do it anyway, don't you~? Stitch: WEHEHEH Floyd: There's tons of rare stuff by the coast. Flying jellyfish are our favorite though. Watching 'em from the sea is the best! They light up like stars on the black water, the reflections are so sparkly... It's like swimming through the nighttime sky! Floyd: Stitch, you came from space, right? You should try swimming in the starry sky then! Even going from sea to land was exciting for me. I'd always be like "What's this?" or "Is that guy really like that?" It would be cooler if I could go to space. I'd get to see even more! Floyd: Are there other aliens in space like Stitch and Gantu? Ahhh, if I say I met an alien on a deserted island, there's no way Jade would believe me. "It seems as if Floyd had a very unique dream," he'd say.

Floyd: So since I'm going back to school soon, make sure you come and play, Stitch, ok? And bring a really weird alien with you! Liiike... an evil genius scientist who created you or a guy with one eye or spies who like to disguise themselves! Something like that. (very obviously a nod to Jumba, Pleakly, and Cobra Bubbles in Lilo and Stitch)

Azul shows up and asks how the firework arrangement is going. He's surprised to see A LOT of fireworks. Floyd: This is the sparkler type Azul taught me how to make and this one is a disc that rotates. But THIS square one is a design of my own!

Azul: Floyd's original fireworks arrangement...? I hope it doesn't spontaneously explode. Floyd: Don't worry, don't worry~ It's made properly with magic.

Azul: Honestly... when he has a "I want to do this" attitude, Floyd's focus is incredible. I hope it can always be like this, especially at work. Floyd: Enthusiasm got me hungry. Can you guys help me carry the fireworks? We'll hide them on the beach and surprise the others~

Back at the cottage, everyone sees all the lights are off. Floyd and Stitch have also given them buckets (I'm assuming to extinguish the sparklers afterward.) They're then led to the beach. Jack: You're not planning on surfing at night, are you?

Floyd: Buuu buuu~ (buzzer sound) The correct answer iiis... this! A large orange firework shoots up into the sky and explodes. Lilia: What a marvelous fireworks display! Floyd, how did you prepare all this? Floyd: Stitch turned the junk parts into a powder~ Everyone: YOU MADE THEM? Floyd: Stitch, bring me the rest of them, ok? Jack: Uwa-! You mean the big pack Stitch was carrying was full of fireworks?! Floyd: Yup~ I wanted to do this at night so I made 'em in my downtime earlier. Grim: Whoa! With this many, we could play all night long! Lilia: These long and narrow ones are handheld fireworks... But what's this square one? Floyd: That's my original one~ You do this and then you put this away-- Goldfishie, gimme some fire! Riddle: Don't go using people like matches. Honestly... There~! Floyd's firework explodes and it's a gentle rain of blue and white sparks and stars.

Everyone: Woooow~!! Floyd: Right? Aren't the reflections of it on the nighttime water pretty? Ace: Floyd-senpai is really freaking incredible~! You're a genius! Can I light one up too? Floyd: Go for it~ Do as many of them as you want. Lilia: Ohh! This sparkler lets off a green color like Diasomnia! Jack: And this one is yellow... Amazing. How did you change the colors? Riddle: This is my first time doing fireworks. So, I just light the tip of this stick on fire? Azul: Inside Mostro Lounge, it's common for us to set up fireworks on cakes and for celebrations. ... So it's refreshing to do it outside like this instead. He then walks over to Floyd who is quietly watching everyone else play.

Azul: Even though you were so enthusiastic about making them earlier, you're not doing a firework yourself. Floyd: Mm, now I feel like watching instead of doing. Azul: I didn't think you were the type to get all sentimental while watching fireworks. Could it be... that if Jade was here, you would do them then? (he has a mischievous smile here, so he's probably trying to embarrass Floyd) Floyd: Why're you talking about Jade? He's probably running the Lounge alone right now so I'm gonna hear a lot of complaints when I get back. I'll hear that instead of "I wish I could have been there~" Anyway, isn't it more fun if he and I do our fun things separately and then come back with souvenirs and stories? If you like those stories, then you'll wanna visit those places. If you don't like 'em, then you won't go. Floyd: Jade is the same as me. With mountain climbing, one day he got hooked on it and started doing it alone. It's always more interesting if we do different things separately from each other. Besides... if we were together 24/7, I think things would be pretty bad between us.

Floyd: In the past, it was common for us to get into big fights and beat each other up. Azul: The way you brothers quarrel truly is ferocious. I was terrified the first time I witnessed it. Floyd: It's been a long time since it's been like that. When we get serious with each other, I know my life's in danger~ Well~ If I have to fight, then I'll do it~ Riddle: HEY, STITCH! GRIM! Don't go fighting with fireworks!

Floyd: Oh, looks like Stitch is having a good time! I'll join in too! Azul: Fu~ Doing something like this at night on this island certainly is refreshing. A fun game that sparks and pops at the tip of your fingers... huh... Are you satisfied, Floyd? Floyd: Ehh~? You think I'd be satisfied with only this much? Azul: Yes, that was a stupid question, wasn't it... By tomorrow you'll be looking for another stimulus.

Floyd: Hmm what should I do tomorrow~? Doing this on a deserted island is really rare, you know. So I wanna do something that'll make Jade say "Please take me with you next time~" Play, rampage, do whatever I want! Gotta enjoy myself so much that I don't have time to be bored!

And that's it! Very happy to have more crumbs of tweel lore......

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Hotshot- J. Seresin

pairing: J. "Hangman" Seresin x pilot female!reader (callsign: Hotshot) word count: 3.8k warnings: SMUT, PIV, dumbifcation, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, public sex based on this request (i apologize in advance, i had to change it up a bit to fit the idea. so sorry, but still hope you like it!)

Hangman knew the rule. Hell, the rule had been established because of him. No fraternizing with other top gun cadets. It made for messy times while flying through the sky. Too many feelings were involved as they argued about who slept with who and who did what with who and who didn’t text who back. There was no room for all of that when they were flying at supersonic speed and fighting for their lives. Some of the pilots found it dumb, when they sat in the briefing talking about the new rules and regulations.

One of them in particular was Y/N Y/L/N, call sign Hotshot. She didn’t think it was necessary to have to sit in a class about fraternizing and safe sex when the one person the class was directed at was sleeping. She hated Jake Hangman Seresin. She hated everything about him. And He hated her.

Both of them had been born to Top Gun graduates, and the rivalry between them had started from birth. Their dads had gone back and forth fighting for who was top of the class (ultimately it was Y/N’s dad), and the fight spewed over into Y/N and Jake. Y/N had a lot to prove during her year at Top Gun, she was one of only five females in the program. By the time graduation rolled around, she was one of two (the other being Phoenix).

She didn’t have time to worry about feelings or sex when she was fighting to be one of the best. Hangman had tried to get to her, flashing that ridiculous smile, or taking his shirt off when it wasn’t necessary, or buying her a drink. But she wouldn’t budge. She had earned her nickname when in one of her dogfights with Hangman, she had pulled a cobra move, and flipped over him to take him down. Hangman hated it, and she never let him live it down.

Hangman had thought when they graduated Top Gun that would be the last time he saw Hotshot, until he got called back. The hard deck was the last place he’d ever thought he’d see her. But the second she walked in with Rooster, he felt his mood sour. She looked great, and he hated to admit it. The shorts on her body showed off her tan legs and the tank top on her body showed off her toned arms. Hangman clenched his jaw as she walked towards them, gaining the attention of the other male counterparts.

“Guess they just let anybody back,” Hangman said.

“Clearly, you’re here,” She fired back as she greeted the group.

“Where have you been?” Phoenix said, hugging her friend.

“Here, there, everywhere. When you graduate top of the class,” Y/N said, looking over at Hangman, “You get to pick where you want to be.”

“And yet you chose to stay here, in fighter town,” Hangman smirked, “You finally let a man into that cold dead thing between your legs?”

“You finally treat that raging case of chlamydia?”

Hangman rolled his eyes as the group broke out in cheers for the comeback. Everyone crowded around Y/N, leaving Hangman to seethe in his spot, glaring at her. She had a way of getting under his skin and making him irritated. He knew better than to let a rival bother him this much, but there was just something about her that he couldn’t shake. Normally, if it was a male counterpart he would just box them or go in rounds until they couldn’t offend each other anymore. But with Y/N he always stopped himself from saying anything too far. He did respect her, he would never admit it out loud, but he did.

“I see you and Bradshaw came together…” Phoenix looked over at the brown haired man. Y/N rolled her eyes. Ever since Top Gun, Rooster and Hotshot had been friends. They bonded over the shared trauma of losing a parent in the service, only thing was, Hotshot was old enough to vividly remember that day and Rooster was not, “Oh come on! Four years and nothing!?“

“Zilch.” Hotshot answered.

“It’s cause Rooster’s too pussy and Hotshot’s too bitchy,” Hangman added in, “Ya know what… Hotshot’s probably still a virgin.”

“Why are you so obsessed with my sex life? Is yours so boring that you have to fantasize about mine?” Y/N asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Sorry babe, not my type,” Hangman smirked and took the pool stick from Bob, “But i’m sure i can make arrangements if you need to let off a lil steam, cause I’m good, Hotshot,” He spoke lowly as he lined up his shot, and without breaking eye contact sunk in the pool ball, “Very good.”

“I think i just vomited in my mouth,” Y/N responded and walked away from Hangman, leaving him to get teased by the other males. Hangman clenched his jaw, his eyes following her as she disappeared and saddled right up next to Rooster on the piano bench.

— — —

Hangman was pissed as he walked on the tarmac. His body felt hot, and it didn’t help that the hot California sun was beating down on him as he marched up to where Hotshot was climbing down from her plane. Phoenix gave her a high five and congratulated her on being the first in their class to actually defeat Maverick in the dogfight. Hangman unbuckled his helmet and threw it, making Hotshot jump in surprise.

“What the hell was that!?” He yelled, the muscles in his neck straining, “You fucking left me!”

“It’s called a dogfight, Bagman, don’t you know how this shit works?” Y/N said, taking off her own helmet.

“You left me fucking hanging!” Hangman had been pissed the second that Maverick broke through them, flying side by side. Hangman was shouting different orders on which way to go, not even bothering to check and see if Hotshot was following. He had checked over his left when Maverick had done a cobra move over him, and at the same time, Hotshot got behind them to shoot both of them down.

“Sounds familiar. . .”

“You fucking bitch,” Hangman seethed and squared up next to her. Their bodies were so close they could feel each other’s breaths. Y/N had to look up slightly as Hangman towered over her, “This is the reason you’re alone and you're dried up. No one that fucking fiance of yours cheated-”

“Enough!” Phoenix yelled, stepping in between the two, “You guys have been nonstop with this petty shit the whole time! It’s fucking annoying. Get over yourselves.”

Y/N scoffed and turned away, walking towards the hangar. Hangman grinded his back teeth as he watched her walk. Bob gingerly held Hangman’s helmet towards him and Hangman rolled his eyes, snatching it back from him.

“Are they ever going to stop?” Bob asked. Their petty fights had been happening all week and everyone was growing tired of it. It was worse in the classroom when they’d go sit after a dogfight or pathway run and Maverick would ask what they did wrong to get the other one or their team killed. They both had a hard time admitting defeat.

“No,” Phoenix said, shaking her head and walking in the same direction of Y/N.

— — —

The hard deck was packed when Hotshot, Phoenix and Bob walked in. Phoenix walked right to the bar ordering her and Hotshot drinks, while Bob made his way to the pool table, spotting Rooster and Fanboy. Phoenix knew exactly what Hotshot needed, ordering them both three shots of vodka each. Hotshot didn’t hesitate as she threw them back in a row and then sucked on the lime Penny had given her.

“Fuck I needed that,” She said, closing her eyes at the bitter taste of the lime, “Where the fuck does Hangman get off thinking he can say shit like that? Bringing up my douche bag of a fiancé.”

“Ex!” Phoenix said, taking a sip of the beer she ordered, “Ex fiancé, meaning you are single, meaning. . . we are getting you laid tonight.”

“What? No, no no no,” Y/N shook her head, “You know the rule!”

“The rule is no banging each other, and it’s not even an actual rule,”

“Just frowned upon,”

“Exactly!” Phoenix exclaimed, “Why not him?”

Y/N looked where Phoenix was pointing, a tall handsome man with brown curly hair, and perfectly sun kissed tan skin. He had a nice smile, Hotshot could give him that, his arms looked toned as he laughed with some of his buddies. Y/N shrugged, she needed the release. She had tried to get herself off but no matter what she did or used or watched, she couldn’t bring herself to the tipping point and it was driving her crazy. It didn’t help that she was sexually frustrated and was constantly fighting with Hangman.

It made her blood boil when he’d even open his mouth and start talking or the simple smirk he’d give her with that stupid toothpick between his perfectly white teeth. Hotshot let out a huff, and grabbed her beer, clinking it with Phoenix’s before walking over to the group. Phoenix bit back a smile as she watched her friend walk over and the guy’s eyes light up. Lt Trace wasn’t the only person who noticed Lt Y/L/N walk over to the group of civilian men.

“Damn, get it Hotshot,” Rooster smirked, watching as she stood in front of the brunette man, him placing his hands on her hip as he guided her hand to throw a dart.

“She can’t throw darts on her own?” Hangman rolled his eyes.

“She’s trying to get laid, lighten up,” Phoenix said, joining the group.

“With him!? What is he? Seventeen?” Hangman said, pointing at the guy.

“Are you jealous?”

“Oh Hotshot? Fuck no, I could bang any woman in this bar-“

As soon as the words left his mouth, the bell across the bar rang. Hangman rolled his eyes as the bar cheered and Penny pointed at him. Hangman kept his mouth shut for the most part the rest of the night, but decided to fight fire with fire and choose a girl of his own to try and sweet talk into being brought home.

Y/N looked over at the group and found Hangman chatting up a girl, giving her that panty dropping smile of his and Hotshot rolled her eyes. She grabbed the guy’s hand, who’s name she found out was Tony, and moved it from his lap so she could stake her claim. Tony smirked, loving the idea of having her pretty self sitting on his lap. Hangman clenched his jaw and pulled the girl he was talking to in between his legs as he sat on a barstool, waiting for his turn in pool.

Hangman had enough the second he saw Tony starting to place kisses on Y/N’s neck and move his hand up her bare thigh. Before he could even really think, he pushed the girl away between his legs and walked over to Y/N. He didn’t even say anything as he grabbed her arm and lifted her away from Tony. Tony stood up to protest, but Hangman gave him a look and Tony sat back down in his seat, knowing better than to try and fight the angry pilot. Y/N tried to rip her arm away, which only made Hangman tighten his grip as he dragged her to the closest bathroom.

“What the fuck,” Hotshot yelled, ripping her arm away. She hardly had time to think, as Hangman slammed her up against the closed door, being chest to chest with her. Their chests fell in sync.

“Do you think it’s okay to just. . . slut it up out there?”

“Me? Slutting it up? How about you and that poor girl who probably confuses her left and-“

“Says the one who was sitting on a man’s lap, basically letting him finger you in a crowded bar,” Hotshot was almost too aware of the way Hangman’s hand skidded along the bottom hem of her dress, “I bet you’d like that, having all eyes on you, that’s why they call you Hotshot.” She clenched her jaw as Hangman dropped his head to speak into her ear. He ghosted his lips on her jaw, making her tilt her head back giving him more access to her neck, “About to give in so fucking easily. God you must really need it.”

“I can go ask Rooster if you won’t. He’d be willing, or maybe even Coyote, or better yet Bob-“

Her words were cut off by Hangman smashing his lips against hers. There was nothing soft about the kissing, it was hot and bruising, as she tangled her fingers in his perfect blonde locks. His hands trailed to the back of her thighs, tapping on them, signaling for her to jump. Her legs wrapped perfectly around his toned torso as he walked them over to the counter. He set her down and his lips went to her jaw and trailed down her neck, sucking and kissing lightly.

“God, you’re such a bitch,” He mumbled against her skin.

“You’re an ass,” She said, pulling on his blond hair, making him look up at her, “I fucking hate you.”

“Likewise,” Hangman smirked and kissed her again. His fingers trailed under her skirt, which had ridden up her tan thighs. Goosebumps rose on her skin as he lazily dragged his middle finger over her clothed slit, “But I make you wet don’t you. Your little pussy is just begging for someone to touch it.” He said in her ear, his breath hot as she arched her back at the feeling. Her nipples were straining through the thin bra she wore underneath her tank top.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I could go home and fix this problem myself,” She said.

“Nothing can ever make you feel as good as I can, babe,” Hangman said, and pushed her panties to the side, his middle finger coming in contact with her clit. She let out a shaky moan at the feeling, and fisted his shirt in her hands, “God now this is a fucking site,” With his free hand, he pushed her skit up, putting her on display, as he ran his finger through her glistening folds, “Look at you, all quiet for once. Tell me what you want,”

“I’ll kill you,” Y/N said breathlessly as Hangman’s finger tapped at her entrance. She shamelessly clenched at the feeling. She closed her eyes; was she really going to beg for this? Pushing her pride aside she opened her eyes and looked at him, “Touch me.”

Hangman smirked and pushed his finger into her. She let out a moan, dropping her head back at the sensation, a slight burn at being stretched out. She hadn’t had anything more than her own fingers in so long, that she felt her walls being stretched. He started slowly, and watched her face as he moved his digit in and out of her. She closed her eyes, her hands on his shoulders, her jaw open in complete bliss, soft moans leaving her pink lips. It was a sight to see, and Hangman wished he could take a picture.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Hangman moaned, feeling the blood rush to his already hard cock, “Fuck I bet you taste sweet.” He moved his finger in and out, making sure to curl against that sweet spot that had her curling her toes.

“Why don’t you put your mouth to good use then,”

“Another day, sweetheart, right now, I wanna be inside you.” Hangman said, taking his hand away from her. She whined at the loss of the feeling and Hangman chuckled, “You whining?”

“It’s not too late for me to go ask Rooster,”

“Yeah, no,” Hangman said, and grabbed her body off the counter, and spun her around. He hiked her skirt up enough that her ass was on display. He grabbed the flimsy thong she was wearing and pulled it down her legs. He put them in his pocket and then grabbed her ass, giving it a squeeze before laying a harsh smack to the skin.

“Fuck!” Y/N moaned, and looked over her shoulder at him, “Again.”

“Kinky,” He smirked and laid another smack to the skin. She moaned, rolling her eyes back, “If this was what I needed to do to shut you up, I would’ve done it years ago,” He said as he undid his belt, and pulled his pants down enough to get his cock out. Y/N looked down, and felt herself clench at the sight of his cock. It was perfectly hard as it rested against his stomach, the tip red and leaking, “You like it, this what you want? If I give you my cock, will you stop being a bitch?”

“No fucking promises,” Y/N said, and pushed her ass back towards him, “Fuck me, or I’ll leave.”

“Shut up,” Hangman groaned, fisting his cock. Y/N shuddered at the feeling as he took his cock and rubbed over her folds, spreading the slick wetness from her cunt around. He lined himself, pushing in her slowly. She closed her eyes at the slight sting of pain as he placed one hand on the counter and the other on her hip. Her pussy took him completely in, as he pushed in and bottomed out, his hips flush with her ass. He began to pull back slightly, feeling her clench around him.

“Don’t-” She said, letting out a shaky breath, “Just-”

“If I don’t move, I’m going to cum,”

“Already?” She smirked looking at him in the mirror.

“Shut up. Your pussy is like heaven. Warm, tight, squeezing me,” His voice seemed to have dropped an octave as he very carefully pulled his hips back and thrusted into her. The moan that left her lips was almost pornographic as she dropped her head forward.

“God, fuck me,” She moaned.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Hangman said and sped up his thrusts.

The feeling was almost too much, as Jake’s cock brushed that spot over and over again. The slight stinging pain she felt moments before had faded away and all she felt was pure pleasure. The hand Jake had on the counter had found its way to her hair, tangling itself in it and pulling. She gasped at the feeling of both pain and pleasure as Jake’s hips went at a relentless speed. His thrusts were fast and deep, the soft pants and curse words leaving his lips.

“Fuck,” He cursed, pulling out of her completely. He turned her around once again so she was facing him, and set her on the edge of the counter, and slipped back into her, “Oh god, you feel so fucking good.”

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He thrusted deep into her, and it felt like he was grazing her cervix. He smirked as she dropped her head onto his shoulder and thrusted deep and hard again. He could feel her pussy clench around him, and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

“You like when I do this,” Jake said, thrusting deep again. The only thing she could muster up was a nod, her senses being completely taken over by pleasure, “Look at you, so cock dumb you can’t even use your words.” He picked up his pace, hitting the same spot over and over, deep and hard.

Y/N let out something short of a scream as she fisted locks of his blonde hair in her hands. He took one hand and brought it down between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing at it softly. The most beautiful sound left her lips as she closed her eyes, seeing white spots in her vision. Jake could feel her starting to let go and grabbed her throat.

“Ask,” He said, his lips barely touching hers.

“Please-”

“Please what?”

“Can I cum, please oh, fuck please.”

Jake smirked, “You’re such a cockslut, yes you can cum.”

Y/N’s body convulsed as Jake held her and continued to fuck her through her orgasm. The waves of pleasure that rolled through her body was enough to make her lose all sense of thought that she had. Her mind was blank except for the feeling of his cock against her g-spot. The sight of her orgasm, watching her soul basically leave her body was enough to bring Jake to the tipping point. He pulled his hips back to pull out, but Y/N shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“In me. . . please,” She panted out and Jake nodded, thrusting as deep as he possibly could. They both moaned at the feeling as Jake released himself, shooting white hot cum into her. Jake milked his orgasm and Y/N moaned at the overstimulation. Jake stopped and leaned his head against her shoulder, completely spent. He took a couple seconds to catch his breath before lifting his head up to look at her.

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine,” Y/N said and Jake nodded.

“I’m gonna pull out,” Jake said and Y/N nodded. He grabbed her hips and pulled out, he let out a curse at the way she once again clenched around him, “God it was like your pussy was made for me.” He fixed himself back into his jeans and zipped them up.

“Shut up,” Y/N said, “Hand me my underwear.”

“You mean. . . these,” Hangman smirked, holding up her thong.

“Yes,” Y/N reached out to snatch them back but Hangman moved his hand quickly. Her jaw dropped in complete shock as Hangman brought them to his nose and sniffed them, “You sick fuck. . .”

“Says the one about to walk out with my cum running down her leg.” Hangman smirked, “Hurry up, I’ll meet you in the car.” He kissed her cheek, before opening the door and quickly leaving her to do her thing.

Y/N, very carefully jumped off the counter, hoping to not drip cum on the ground and rushed to the toilet to pee. Once she was done and cleaned herself up and washed her hands, she walked back out to the busy bar and over to her friends. Phoenix had a smirk on her face that Hotshot wanted so badly to smack off her face.

“I’m leaving,” Hotshot said, grabbing her purse.

“I bet you are, and lemme guess,” Phoenix said and whispered in your ear, “Hangman has your underwear.” Y/N’s eyes widened, “Walked over here saying he was leaving, turned around and had a bright red thong hanging out of his back pocket.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Y/N seethed and walked towards the door.

“Use protection!” Phoenix yelled after her, earning herself the finger. She laughed and sat back down on her barstool, “You fuckers owe me, pay up!” The boys groaned as they fished their wallets out of their pockets and paid Phoenix for the bet they placed.

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authors note: thanks for 300!:) here's a lil celebration post. I normally don't write smut, so I hope this wasn't horrible. please be honest and tell me if it was

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WoF tribe specific curses/exclaimations (some used in a sentence so you get a better sense of the impact lol)

*some of these are morbid so be warned*

SkyWings

"Flaming feathers, you scared the smoke out of me!"

"Holy fireballs, that's a lot of treasure!"

"Leaping sheep, how long have you been standing there?"

"Smoke and fire, what happened to all my deer jerky?"

"Moons on fire, what in Pyrrhia's peaks were you thinking?"

"Corpses in a canyon, what happened to your arm?"

"SeaWing's salty scales, what did you put in this drink?"

SandWings

"Snakes on a rock, why do we still have that horrible thing?"

"Ravens and crows, what am I going to do with you?"

"Son of a one legged camel! Argh, I thought I told you to close the window screen!!"

"Oh, sweet prickly pears."

"King Cobra's teeth."

"Blister's burning tail, it's hot out here even for me!"

"Blue desert sky, I hate when he does that."

"Queen's cloaca, next you're going to tell me it's wrong to steal other dragons' purses if they leave them unattended."

SeaWings

"Jellyfish sting, have some tact for reef's sake!"

"Oysters on the half shell, you need a breath mint."

"Woo, slippery sardines, you make a good margarita!"

"Cuttlefish guts, what a thing to say to someone!"

"Mullet down my gullet, why is it always me that has to take care of things?"

"Sweet Prince Albatross, what the herring is going on here?"

"What in the Mariana Trench?"

NightWings

"By all the stars!"

"Darkstalker's teeth, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Falling stars, that's a big fruit!"

"Moons curse it!"

"Venomous vultures...what happened here?"

"Queen's fire, be careful with that!"

"Burning IceWings, I thought I told you not to touch my notes!"

MudWings

"Well, cut off my wings and call me a crocodile, I never thought I'd see you again!"

"Oh, catfish whiskers, I can't believe I let it burn!"

"Now, where in Pyrrhia's green swamps did I put those onions?"

"Peas and carrots, darlin', what happened to you?"

"Cattails in the clay, what are you doing aggravating my poor bees?"

"Oh, for goose's sake!"

RainWings

"Ow, green and orange, that hurt!"

"Vipers and anacondas!"

"Sky full of spiders, you NightWings are bummers."

"Howling monkeys, stop that horrible noise!"

"Great green sloths, what could you possibly need so badly that I have to stop my sun time?"

"Sweet tangerine."

IceWings

"What in the name of the Great Ice Dragon?"

"Freezing moons."

"Frosted flames, is that a firescales?"

"Blue ice."

"Beluga's blubber, you dragonets ask too many questions."

"Silver horns, that's a big polar bear."

"Darkstalker's dagger!"

HiveWings

"Son of a bee!"

"If I see one more STINGING pen where it's not supposed to be, I swear to STINGING CLEARSIGHT---!"

"Bloodsucking flies, this place looks awful!"

"Oh, for Wasp's sake!"

"Royal jelly on bee bread toast, I can't believe you."

"Clearsight's book!"

LeafWings

"Coca leaf salad, you've all gone nuts."

"Holy tomato!"

"Dragon blood sap..."

"Jolly jaguars, that can't be good."

"Murderous mushrooms, where did she go?"

SilkWings

SilkWings don't curse, silly! :)

#wof #wings of fire #language #wof headcanon

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carrymelikeimcute · 6 months

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Watching S1 of 'Cobra' but it really feels like Tory propaganda :P The only 'leftists' are like, the fifteen year old kids of Tory ministers and the trade unions are shitheads.

#cobra #cobra tv #cobra sky #COBRA #Cobra 2020 #cobra sky one #in it for the #con o’neill

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We’ve Been Doin’ All This Late Night Talkin’ (‘Bout Anythin’ You Want) | Ona Batlle

warnings: a little bit of angst and smut

word count: 1730

summary: an insight into the times where you and ona do a little late night talking, about anything you want until the morning and a briefer insight into the times where you and ona do a little less late night talking and more of another much loved late night activity

chosen song: late night talking by harry styles

a/n: bonus chapter 3 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

‘Hello my love.’

Having just finished your shower, you sprawl yourself into Ona’s lap and she giggles softly.

‘Hola mi amor.’

She gently scratches your scalp and you practically melt into her. You’re so relaxed and comfortable that you miss the mischievous look your girlfriend gets in her eyes.

The pillow she proceeds to hit you with startles you, causing you to jump.

‘Ona…’ You groan, feigning annoyance.

You bury your face into her stomach and she strokes your hair gently.

Just when she lets her guard down, you pull the nearest pillow towards you and hit her in the shoulder with it.

You grin and Ona starts to smile as she reaches for her own pillow.

‘Oh you’re so on.’

‘I’m ready if you are.’ You challenge and Ona doesn’t bother to reply, responding by chuckling and swinging her pillow towards you.

******

‘Oni that tickles.’ You protest weakly.

Your girlfriend giggles, kissing a line up your stomach. She pushes your sweatshirt up, pressing kisses onto your ribs.

Suddenly she pauses.

‘Show me? Please?’

The pain in Ona’s eyes makes it clear what she’s talking about.

‘Here. Ribs four through six.’ You whisper, running a finger briefly over your previously fractured ribs, to show Ona exactly where you had been injured.

The Manchester United fullback, gently presses her lips over the area you’d shown her. She gives you long, slow, healing kisses. She kisses it better, wanting to show you how sorry she was for not having been there.

And you know exactly what she’s trying to do so you lightly push her away.

Ona’s hurt expression and sudden apprehension make you reach out for her immediately.

‘Ona. I know you’ve been feeling guilty. Please, please don’t. Stop beating yourself up.’

‘I-I can’t.’ She insists.

There’s a profound sadness written all over her features, as well as self hatred and anger which you know she also directs towards herself.

Patiently, you reassure her, ‘I love you. I understand. I’m not angry at you mi amor. Please believe me.’

The brunette shakes her head adamantly, ‘I believe you. But I hurt you. I hurt you so badly and I can’t forgive myself for that. It’s my fault you were in pain.’

Softly, you agree with her last point, ‘Yes it was. But we have moved past that. I am here and you are here and we love each other. Will you make the same mistake again? Ona, will you leave me again?’

‘No. Of course not!’

Your girlfriend looks horrified at the very thought.

‘You’ll talk to me if you ever begin to feel overwhelmed and terrified again?’

‘Yes. I promise I will.’ She answers with certainty.

‘Then forgive yourself please, Ona. I have forgiven you so please please forgive yourself. You fixed things, you have done more than enough for me to forgive you.’ You plead.

The guilt weighed heavily on her, you knew that but you hope that she would be able to see that you really had no ill will or resentment towards her.

Ona looks torn, unease and anxiety clear in her usually bright chocolate brown eyes.

‘Oni please. I love you. I have forgiven you.’

The Spanish woman takes in a deep breath (albeit a shaky one) and hesitantly nods.

‘I’ll try.’

You reach out and squeeze her hands in yours gently.

‘Thank you.’

Ona nods again, firmer this time, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

In time, Ona does learn to forgive herself and you love her (and are proud of her) all the more for it.

******

‘Did you know that the King Cobra is the only snake in the world that builds a nest?’

Ona makes a face, ‘That is interesting mi amor but you know I don’t like snakes.’

You laugh and think a little harder, trying to remember more fun facts about snakes.

‘Ona?’

‘Yes?’

She looks up from her book, giving you her full attention. Her glasses are perched on her nose, hair done up in a messy bun. She’s so adorable but that doesn’t stop you from teasing her (it does make you feel a little bad though).

‘Did you know that snakes don’t have eyelids?’

Ona groans.

‘Amor…’

‘Okay okay. One last one por fa?’

Your fiancée sighs but nods.

Cheekily, you say, ‘Hm. You must really love me.’

‘I do. So come on, give me a fun fact about snakes.’

She looks at you expectantly and you grin, ‘Did you know that snakes smell with their tongue?’

‘Oh. That’s actually pretty cool mi amor.’ Ona admits.

Your grin widens and you kiss Ona sweetly.

******

‘I love you.’ Ona states, dropping a kiss down onto the top of your head.

‘Te amo.’ She says, this time in her native language.

Your fiancée places another gentle kiss onto your hair as she holds you close, in the dark room.

The both of you are all settled in bed, ready for a good night’s sleep before the next day’s game. It seemed that Ona is feeling a little sentimental though (not that you mind in the slightest because you would never pass up an opportunity where she tells you she loves you).

Her legs are resting against yours as she leans against the headboard with you wrapped in her arms.

You snuggle into her, murmuring a quiet ‘Te quiero.’

******

‘You’re my wife.’ Ona mumbles in between kisses planted all over your body.

You’re both lying in bed (the air smells of sex), Ona curled into your arms.

‘I am.’ You smile widely, the expression on her face matching yours.

‘I can’t believe you married me.’ She breathes, cradling your face in her hands reverently.

Teasingly, you tell her, ‘Believe it Ona. You gave me your last name mi amor.’

‘I did. And I am so glad I did.’

Ona laughs softly, kissing you gently. (the eagerness that was present earlier is still there but mostly sated, probably due to the way Ona made love to you as soon as you returned home from your wedding).

‘You’re my wife.’ She breathes.

‘Madre you’re my wife.’ She repeats.

Ona’s disbelief makes you laugh again.

‘I love you.’

The brunette dreamily continues, ‘I can’t believe I’ve had married sex with you.’

‘Oh my god Ona.’

You dissolve into a fit of giggles, ignoring your wife’s soft protests about not laughing at her.

******

‘Hey.’ You quietly greet Ona.

She gives you the tiniest of smiles, one that fades quickly.

The brunette had a bad day and you want to comfort her as best as you can.

‘I love you.’ You remind her, sitting down beside her on the bed.

Ona leans into your shoulder and after a moment turns her head so that her face is tucked into your neck.

You can feel the soft puffs of her breath against your skin and you can feel when she takes a deep breath in.

‘You smell nice mi amor.’ She mumbles.

‘Thank you?’

‘It’s a good thing. You smell like home and that’s all I need right now.’

‘Okay. You have me, my love. You have me.’

You bring a hand up to lightly card through the strands of her hair.

Your fingers gently massaging her scalp elicit a sigh of mixed relief and contentment from her and she melts into you.

‘Thank you for being here.’

‘I’m always going to be here for you, Ona.’ You murmur, kissing the top of her head lovingly.

******

Two in the morning Ona is your favourite Ona. She’s the funniest then, often having the silliest and most impulsive ideas at that time.

‘Mi amor?’

You look up at Ona who is sitting on her side of the bed, a little smile on her face.

‘Will you tell me something cool?’

‘What like a fun fact?’

‘Mhm.’

‘I’ve told you a lot…’

You pause, trying to think of something you had never told Ona before.

‘The average British person eats nearly 9,000 peas a year.’

Ona laughs (it’s your favourite sound).

‘You never cease to amaze me.’

She gazes at you with wholehearted adoration, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter around.

******

It turns out three in the morning you is similar to two in the morning Ona.

‘Cookies?’

Ona looks at you, practically vibrating with excitement at your suggestion.

‘Yeah let’s bake some cookies.’ You insist.

‘Mi amor it’s 3am.’

The brunette laughs but gets off the bed, holding her hand out to you.

You grab it eagerly and then the two of you are racing to the kitchen.

Ona gets there first (she has always been faster than you) and she does a little dance to celebrate her victory.

Dissolving in a fit of giggles at her antics, you find yourself falling even more in love with her.

More laughter fills the kitchen as you and Ona work together to make a tray of chocolate chip cookies.

Sitting on the counter top, you swing your legs lightly as Ona uses a cookie cutter to cut the last bit of dough into hearts.

Dipping your hand into the bag of chocolate chips, you snack on a few as you watch her.

She looks so pretty, the new freckles and tan she’d got from recently spending time in the sun making her glow.

Your wife pulls you out of your thoughts with a tap to your thigh and a little (and very adorable) pout.

‘You weren’t going to give me any?’ She half whines. She gives you her best puppy dog eyes, pleading with widened pretty brown eyes.

Shaking your head, you quickly assure her, ‘Of course not.’

You feed her some immediately and Ona gives you a kiss in thanks.

She tastes like chocolate and you pull her in to deepen this kiss.

‘Te amo.’ She murmurs.

‘T’estimo.’ You answer, making Ona smile against your lips.

******

Sometimes Ona has a better idea of what she wants to do in the late hours of the night.

It involves her coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you. It includes her between your legs, perfecting the art of making you cry out her name and pant exhaustedly for hours at a time.

The proud little smile on her face at the end of it all lets you know that she loves it (and you’d never deny her that pleasure, especially when you yourself got so much pleasure out of it).

Spanish Translations:

hola mi amor - hello my love

mi amor - my love

por fa - please

te amo - i love you

te quiero - i love you too

madre - an expression similar to oh my god

Catalan Translation:

t’estimo - i love you

#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #wsl imagine #wsl x reader #muwfc x reader #muwfc imagine #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #futfem imagine #futfem x reader #spain wnt x reader #spain wnt imagine #katelynnwrites #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine

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Animals Without Direction

Chapter Twenty Four - Dagger

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The sun isn’t brightening the sky yet, but you’re awake.

Laying on your side in the magnificent bed, the plush covers tucked up around your chin to ward off the morning chill, you let your mind wander.

With bleary eyes, you stare out of the window across from the bed. Mourning Doves coo softly just outside the glass.

Frost lines the panes, it crackles against the heat coming from inside the room.

Both you and Seungmin were so tired when you arrived last night that when the house staff showed you to your room, you both collapsed into bed without a second thought.

Truly, you didn’t even have an opportunity to gawk at the single bed in the room. But, at this point, part of you was desensitized to it.

It seems the only place you don’t share a bed anymore is back in Miroh; and that’s becoming a rarity too.

Not that you were complaining; it was nice having another presence to wake up to. It had been too many years of sleeping on your own.

There’s some shuffling on the bed behind you as Seungmin turns over in his sleep and readjusts the blankets. You keep still.

He settles again and his breathing evens out once more.

His soft puffs through his nose are barely audible over the sound of the fireplace in the room on top of the Mourning Doves, but you can hear it if you really focus. Out of all the men you’ve slept beside, he’s definitely the quietest.

Jeongin, on the other hand, was definitely the loudest. There was one morning you contemplating shoving cotton in your ears to block the snoring; or shove a pillow over his face.

But like he is in his everyday life, Seungmin is silent. His sleepy calmness rubs off on you so you bask in it.

And in just a few hours, you were going to be whisked away by ladies maids to get you primped and pressed for the masquerade.

Another first for you.

A part of you wants to balk at the idea of getting dressed up and squeezing into that gown; it wants to puff out your chest and say you’re a warrior, you don’t need to do any of this.

But the other part— the much larger part— is giddy beyond belief. Your whole life you’ve read stories about girls getting ready for balls, dancing the night away, eating and drinking fancy foods and wines and you’ve pined for it.

You can still remember one particular book where the main character ate oysters with champagne strawberry mignonette. For weeks, your mouth watered just thinking about it.

Will they have food like that here?

Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you let a smile split your face as you curl into the covers more.

You fight the tiny giggle that tries to bubble to the surface.

Just a few more hours until you can pretend to be a lady for an entire night.

Lady Sigyn Reylar. Engaged to Lord Skye Heivan.

Carefully, you turn and look behind you at the sleeping lump of blankets that is Kim Seungmin.

Like you, he’s laying on his side, his cheek pressed into the pillow, puckering his lips a bit. His hair is tousled and sticking out in different directions.

His eyelids twitch and his throat bobs with a swallow. A soft puff of air comes out of his nose with an exhale.

Smiling, you turn slowly to face him more.

Your eyes scan all over his sleeping face. He looks like a slumbering baby like this, not a hardened rogue who slinks around in the shadows.

Before you can stop yourself, your fingers come up from under the blanket and up to his peaceful face.

With a featherlight touch, you brush his bangs from his eyes.

You don’t even get to complete the gesture, your hand is snatched up in a tight grip like a cobra striking out. Seungmin’s eyes snap open, obviously alarmed and still confused.

His other hand slides under his pillow just as quickly.

“Seungmin!” You hiss between your teeth before he can do anything.

If a rogue reaches under his pillow, you can only guess what he was about to pull on you.

Recognition lights up in his sleep heavy eyes and he pauses his jerky movements to stare at you. His breathing now heavy.

You both stare at each other for a long moment.

“It is just me, Seungmin.”

The grip on your hand unclenches, but he doesn’t drop it completely. He keeps your wrist held in his long fingers and brings both of your hands back down to the bed.

While keeping your eyes on him, you’re watching his brain come back to life. Obviously, you ripped him out of a very deep sleep.

Seungmin blinks a few times, eyelids getting heavier and heavier each time. His brain pulling him back to dreamland.

“Sorry,” he mutters, it comes out slurred.

“It is quite alright,” you whisper back. “I apologize for startling you.”

His eyes close. “Do not fret. I am just not used to sharing a bed with anyone.” He face nuzzles into his pillow.

“I was not trying to kill you.”

His fingers lace with yours and he pulls them under the warmth of the blankets.

“I have heard that one before,” he teases. A pause. “I have said that one before, too.”

You snicker quietly and keep your eyes trained on his face.

“Go back to sleep, Y/N, the sun is not up yet.” His voice is weaker as he drifts off again.

You respond with a hum.

After a few moments of watching the rogue fall asleep, you feel your own eyes begin to close. Seungmin’s hand is still wrapped around yours, twitching every once in a while.

With a smile, you drift off again.

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Oh, you could get used to living like royalty. The scented bath you relaxed in for a bit was just the beginning of your pampering journey.

Various lotions and tonics were slathered all over your skin, making every inch of you soft and perfumed.

Unfortunately, that meant that eyes were all over your naked skin.

“Oh! My lady, what happened?” A chamber maid asked, pointing to your leg wound.

“Ah,” you swallowed, mind reeling with possible excuses. “I had asked one of my father’s guards to train me in swordplay. It did not go well at all.”

The three helpers cooed and continued their work, being very careful of the wound.

Layers of makeup covered your face, two sets of hands worked on pinning your hair up in an elegant style. Various braids of all sorts of length and thickness are pinned up and around your face. A hod rod curls more of your hair before it's pinned up as well.

By watching the mirror in front of the vanity, you’re able to see the entire process of your transformation from start to finish.

“That lord of yours is easy on the eyes, hm?” One of the ladies giggles down to you while working on your hair. “I saw him in the hall earlier, I had to look thrice, I thought my eyes deceived me.”

“I saw him earlier,” another adds while she rubs more blush onto your cheeks. “The mysterious type.”

You smile softly to yourself. Might as well play the part, no?

“Aye, he is rather good looking, I sure know how to choose them.” Partaking in their gossip makes you feel a tad bit giddy.

Sitting on the stool in front of the vanity, you’re only wearing underclothes and a plush robe. Slipping into the dress is the last step of the process apparently.

“Is he good to you?” The third asks, she’s more in front of you, curling pieces of hair that frame your face.

“Oh, he is very good to me.” You watch yourself in the mirror, allowing your eyes to study your own face. “He is always looking out for me, he makes sure I eat well and that I am taking care of myself.”

The ladies squeal and giggle.

“That type of man is so rare to come by these days,” she sighs dreamily. “Maybe one day I will find someone like him.”

“He seems like he is nothing like that ambassador.”

Your interest peaks immediately.

“Is the ambassador bad to his women?”

The lady doing your makeup rolls her eyes. “Not necessarily bad, no. He just only cares for himself and his needs, let us put it that way.”

“He is a selfish man.” Another says blatantly. You look up at her; both of her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are pursed angrily.

“Be careful,” the one closest to her hisses and smacks her arm.

“It is alright, I will not say anything,” you reassure them.

“It is true, though. The ambassador moves from woman to woman so fast I can hardly keep up! The new one in the house has only been here for a few months and any day now, I am telling you, there will be a new tart walking the halls and giving us orders.”

The other lady smacks her arm again, this time it’s a bit harsher. “These walls have ears and unless you want to lose your job I suggest you be quiet .”

A bored, flirty, insatiable man is the perfect target for you tonight. It almost seems too good to be true.

“Fine, fine.” She looks down at you with wide eyes and mouths: “ It is true, though. ”

You giggle to yourself and look back in the mirror.

Everything just looks so… perfect. Down to the very last detail. Every twist and bend to your hair is calculated and gorgeous, the paint on your face highlights every beautiful contour of your face.

You’ve never felt this confident about your appearance before– never cared to, either.

“Alright, then,” the one lady says happily, leaning back to admire her work on your makeup. “I think we are ready to get you dressed then.”

Your heart leaps in your chest and you look behind you at the gown on the mannequin, everything laid out around it. You suppress the urge to bite your lip nervously, not wanting to ruin the makeup that was just painted on it.

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Okay, maybe corsets were not everything you thought they would be.

It took two of them to get you laced into the deathtrap while you held onto the back of a chair for dear life.

Aren’t you supposed to be able to breathe? It feels like something you shouldn’t have to sacrifice in order to look good for a gala.

One of the ladies carefully adjusts the mask over your eyes.

The only thing missing from your outfit was the holster on your thigh. That was going to have to wait until you had a moment to yourself to put on. There was no way you would be able to explain that to the ladies that were helping you.

“I know we spoke about how you were lucky to have Lord Heivan, but…” she trails off and takes a step back from you, looking over your appearance from head to toe. “I think that he is the lucky one, no?”

The other two ladies maids watch from behind her with easy smiles on their faces. They both nod in agreement.

As if on cue, a sharp couple of knocks hit against the hard wood of the door.

“Come in!” you call out.

Seungmin’s voice enters the room before his body does. “Is my lady ready for me to steal her aw–?”

His voice catches in his throat when he sets his eyes on you in the middle of the room. You’re lucky you weren’t mid sentence either otherwise you would’ve done the same thing.

Chan had mentioned that your dress was going to match Seungmin’s suit, but you didn’t quite grasp how much he was going to match, or how well the suit was going to be tailored to him.

A majority of the suit was all black: the jacket, pants, and undershirt. But the vest was made out of the same dark purple material that your dress was, his tie as well. A purple pocket square was folded neatly near his lapel.

Hanging from one of the buttons was a long silver chain that ran down to his pocket, most likely connected to a pocket watch.

A mask identical to yours– just a bit more masculine– sat on his face. His bangs brushed out of his eyes and styled just as perfectly as your hair is.

With wide eyes, Seungmin stares at you for a long few moments, his hand still holding the handle on the door.

His grip tightens on the brass door handle, you can see the tendons in his wrist flex a bit before he finally lets go. Slowly but surely he’s trying ro regain his composure.

“She looks gorgeous, right, my lord?” One of the girls teases.

Seungmin clears his throat quickly. “Aye,” he answers quickly, his voice is hoarse and taught. “Gorgeous is… an understatement.”

By The Six, he’s laying it on thick, isn’t he?

“Well,” one of the ladies maids says, her tone is teasing, like a mother would talk. “We will leave you two to make any… last minute adjustments before heading down to the masquerade. I am sure the festivities have already started.”

The three of them make their way to the door.

You’re still holding intense eye contact with Seungmin.

“It was a pleasure, Lady Sigyn.” They all curtsy at you. “Lord Heivan.” Another curtsy.

Seungmin steps out of the way as the three of them exit the door. Once they’re out in the hallway, he shuts the door behind them. It settles in the frame with a resounding click .

Holding your gaze, Seungmin steps closer to you, the heels of his shoes click against the stone floor of the room, reverberating off the stone walls.

Fidgeting with the dress beneath your fingers, the velvet slides around under your touch.

He stops right in front of you, looking down through his mask with stormy eyes.

You drop into a small bow-like curtsy, “My lord.” You tease, your gaze dipped down to the floor.

Seungmin gently reaches out and places a finger under your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “You look breathtaking, Y/N.”

Sheepishly, you try to look away from his intense, dark eyes, but his hold on your face is strong. “Thank you, Seungmin.” Your eyes venture down to his suit once more. “I have to say, I rather like your suit as well.”

He smirks. “Does it suit me well?”

“Aye, the color purple does wonders for you.”

He hums with a smile and drops his hand. “Why thank you, my lady.” He holds out his arm to you. “Shall we?”

You hold up a hand. “Ah, there is one last piece I need to adorn before we can go down to the ball. I could not have the ladies' maids help me with this, I am afraid.”

Stepping away from him, you walk over to the large chest and rifle through the inside, pulling out the thigh holster.

“I may need your assistance with this, I cannot really move in this blasted corset.”

“Of course.” Again, his voice sounds strained. But, you decide not to think anything of it as you walk closer to him.

You hand the holster over to him, he takes it gingerly.

“Maybe you should take a seat so that you can bunch up the skirts?” He proposes looking down at the gown.

“Oh,” you start and look down. “No need.” You run your hand down the fabric and pull the slit aside to reveal your leg.

Seungmin makes a choking noise in the back of his throat. Your head snaps up to look at him. A prominent blush covers the bridge of his nose and spreads up to his ears. If it weren’t for the mask, you’re sure that you would’ve seen an entirely new expression on his face.

“Is everything alright?”

Before you can get the entire question out, he nods sharply and toys with the leather holster in his hands. His throat bobs with a gulp.

“The slit was clever, no?” You look back down at it, your fingers running down the split and toying with it. “It was Minho’s idea, it is for a dagger.”

Another hoarse hum comes from the rogue. “Aye, it is very clever, indeed. Remind me to give Minho my thanks when we return to Miroh.”

Slowly, Seungmin kneels down in front of you. His gaze stays on your leg.

“I owe him… many, many thanks, it seems.”

It’s not until his knees hit the floor that you fully grasp what is about to happen.

He reaches up slowly to move the fabric away from your leg. An involuntary shiver leaves your lips at the intimate action. He brushes it away with featherlight gentleness.

With one hand, he reaches forward and wraps his fingers around your knee to pull your leg forward a bit. His touch sends goosebumps right up your skin.

Your jaw clenches.

Leaning your balance on one leg, you let Seungmin pull your foot up to rest your fancy shoe on his clothed thigh. To stabilize yourself even more, you grab onto one of his shoulders for support.

His face is so close to your exposed skin, you can feel his slightly shaky exhales all over. It does nothing to get rid of the goosebumps plaguing your entire body.

Nimble fingers reach up and wrap the holster around your thigh. His fingers brush against your leg entirely more than you think to be necessary.

He adjusts the height higher and higher, his knuckles brushing against every inch of exposed flesh.

Seungmin buckles the holster around your thigh, the leather strap sliding into place and sitting comfortably on your skin.

You can’t help but stare down at him while he fastens the holster to your body.

A shiver runs up your spine like a zipper when he lets out a particularly deep exhale. He licks his lips and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment.

From the floor, he looks up at you and meets your searing gaze with his own. One of Seungmin’s hands is still on the side of your thigh, the other slides down the entire expanse of your leg, memorizing every curve and bump until it rests around your ankle, fingers wrapping around it and squeezing gently.

“How is that?” he whispers up to you with bright eyes and pursed lips. “Secure?” His breath is so hot on your already searing skin. He tugs on the holster slightly.

Gulping, you nod down to him. “Aye, it is perfect.”

Seungmin hums and looks down at the holster, still empty. He cocks his head to the side. “Almost.”

In a fluid motion, he reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out his own dagger. It’s simple in design with a silver handle. It’s beautifully clean and classic– like him.

The grip on your ankle tightens a bit.

Painfully slow, Seungmin drags the dagger up your long leg. You can hear the sound of the metal scratching lightly against your skin. The coldness of the blade is a stark contrast to the heat of your skin.

He slides it up the entire length of your leg and to your thigh before sheathing it into the holster.

By the time the dagger is put away, your entire body is flushed and quaking with an unknown want.

“There,” he says under his breath. “ Now it is perfect.”

Every inch of your skin feels like it's on fire.

He looks back up at you from the floor, the hand by the holster splays out over your entire thigh, fingers pressing into the flesh, like he wants to brand his very fingerprints into your body.

You reach up and brush away one of the strands of hair that had fallen down over his forehead.

Absentmindedly, he leans into your touch.

The way he’s looking up at you through the holes in his mask leaves your mind in shambles.

“You are too good to me, my lord,” you murmur down to Seungmin. Your fingers card through his styled hair.

His grip tightens once more.

“Nay, my lady.” He squeezes your thigh. “I am simply treating you how you deserve.”

His hand runs down from your thigh to your knee, helping you find your balance on the floor once more. Fuzzy feelings still wrack your nerves as Seungmin stands to his full height above you once more.

Like before, he holds out his elbow for you to take.Your hand slips through his arm, Seungmin brings you closer to his body.

“Are you ready, my beloved Lady Sigyn?” He smiles down at you.

“I was born ready, my darling Lord Skye.”

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Free Show~ (Bobby Brown x Chubby!Reader)

Kinktober Day 7-Flashing/Tit Job

(Unedited) (Tits, Flashing, Mentions of Alcohol and Drinking, The Other Cobras Being Dudes~)

Bobby felt like his face could literally catch on fire at any minute.

He couldn’t believe what he just witnessed from his girlfriend just moments ago.

Him and the boys had gone out to a late night party in the hills. Bobby only went because the guys begged him to go. They needed a designated driver and seeing as Bobby was team mom, he decided to go. He didn’t need them getting shit faced all alone. Then getting behind the wheel and crashing into some ditch in the hills.

So they all loaded up into Johnny’s car and went off to look for some fun.

The night was slowly getting to be to much for the only responsible cobra. The party they showed up to was loud with dozens of teens. All of which where drinking heavily. The smell of beer and strong liquor permeated the whole house. Most likely stolen from one of the preppy kids parents liquor cabinets. Beer stolen from some middle aged dads refrigerator or something. Bobby had two beers before calling it quits. He didn’t want to get too buzzed. Not wanting to get so drunk he couldn’t drive the others home later.

But by the looks of it he would be there a while.

Dutch was currently grinding on a girl in the packed living room. Johnny was downing beer after beer in some kind drinking competition with some jock. Jimmy was no where to be found in the whole house of debauchery. Bobby had no earthly idea where the guy had gone. Tommy was flirting with some redhead in the kitchen, toothy grin and everything. He could hear their laughter from over the loud music that played somewhere in the house.

It wasn’t long before he had to step out to get some kind of fresh air. The music was slowly starting to get to him. His ears starting to hurt and his head aching. With a loud sigh he pushes past some kids as he makes his way out to the front yard.

The place is deserted of kids, cars line the driveway and along the roadside. Everyone else was inside having the time of their lives. The air is fresh with a light breeze to it. It sends shivers up his back just a little as he looks around. It was way past midnight by now. Stars sparkle in the sky along the full moon that passes over head.

His eyes catch sight of a car as it slowly comes around the corner of the street, the headlights off. He raises a brow and squints his eyes to try and get a better look at it. Slowly it gets closer and closer before it finally stops right in front of the house.

His eyes widen ever so slightly when he realizes who’s car it is. It’s his girlfriends tiny little car. He hears her before he sees her.

His face goes beat red as he hears her giggle and then pop out the passenger side window. It’s like his mind doesn’t even understand what’s happening. One second he’s looking at his pretty girlfriend just giggling at him.

The next minute she pulling her top up and flashing him her fat naked tits.

She yanked her shirt back down a millisecond later giggling the whole time. A huge smile sweeper across her face. Eyes sparking with mischief as she looked to her boyfriend. Clearly she thought it was a great gag to suddenly flash her pretty titties to her boyfriend while in-front of a huge party house.

“Sweety what are you doing!? You can’t just flash me in front of some strangers house. What if someone saw you?!” Bobby almost yelled as he ran over to her car.

She tried to cover her mouth as she continued to giggle at his reaction. She shuffles back into her seat. Bobby quickly opened the passenger side door and slid in shutting the door with a loud thunk.

“I’m sorry but it was to funny not to! I heard about the party from Suzy, I just knew the guys where going to show up. I also guessed that they where going to try and get wasted while they where at it. Leaving my baby to drag their drunk asses home.” She whinnied at him. Her lips pulled into a big pout as she looked over at him. Eyes big and wide under the light of the moon. Bobby sighed but gave a small smile. He couldn’t be exactly mad at her for just trying to rile him up.

“Your not drunk are you?” She cocked her head to the side.

“No of course not! I only had like two beers then stopped. I stepped outside because I got bored and…and my head started to hurt from the loud music. It’s almost as if the music is making the whole house buzz.” Bobby held his head a little. Even with the fresh air he still felt a little sick, his head starting to pound. The little alcohol he had did nothing to help or even worsen the growing pain in his skull.

Reader was quick to notice the change in the boys posture. The way he held his head made worry start to bubble in her gut. His crystal blue eyes looked dull and foggy to her. The pain in his face was clear to her.

“You know I might have the perfect thing that might help you feel a little better.” She said in a slightly teasing voice. Blinking a few time Bobby raised a brow and looked over to her. She giggled a little and shook her chest. With a teasing smile she goes on “You know I didn’t wear a bar just so I could flash you. Maybe they can help you self soothe a little~” her hands slowly felt up her chest. With some grace she slowly ran her hands down her soft side before grabbing the edge of her shirt. Slowly she pulled it up to reveal her belly then her plump breasts.

They hung heavy and full which made Bobby go even redder in the face then before. His brown locks did little to hide his red ears.

Her nipples pebbles in the cool night air. They stood at full attention waiting to be played with. The boy couldn’t help but feel his mouth start to salivate the longer he looked at them. His girlfriends big tits always had that effect on him. The fact she was always up to show them to him didn’t help his reaction. She just loves to show them off every chance she got.

Just for him of course, even the other guys where a little jealous. He knew they would never tell that to his face but he knew they talked about it. That fact that his girlfriend had some of the biggest tits in school. That she only let him play with them. Never in public but they knew outside the public eye he was messing with them all he wanted to. Bobby was respectful enough to not try and feel her up to much while out in public.

When they where at his house or hers, that’s was a totally different story.

“Y-you mean it? Right now?” She flicked her lashes as she grabbed one of her tits hard. Playing with the soft flesh “Of course honey, you can suck on them as long as you want. We won’t stop until you feel all better…or until you have to go drag the idiots out of the house I guess.” Bobby smirked.

Moments later her was softly sucking around her breast. Tongue lashing across the skin of her tit just right. She let out a light sigh and tilted her head back ever so gently. Soon he was licking at her nipples, pulling at the flesh of both. He abandoned one to suck on the other. His head rested against her, body firm against hers. One of her hands rested in his brown hair to help guid him along.

Soft suckling against her tit made her smile, looking down at him. He was ever so gentle. Eyes slightly closed.

“Such a good boy for me, just relax for me.” Reader hummed.

All he could really do was moan out from around her fat tit. Her hand creasing the back of his neck. He moaned while sulking one of her nice fat nipples while one of his hands played with her other tit. Fingers pulling at the hard flesh. Keeping them nice and hard while making Reader jerk. It had him smiling the whole time

This was the best night ever, minus having to take home a bunch of morons in the next few hours.

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