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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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soap comforting you as ghost punishes you for (yet another) escape attempt, holding your face in his hands, giving you soft kisses and telling you how it's gonna be ok, he had to learn the hard way too, but simon's just doing what's best, he always knows whats best, and if you just stick with it like johnny did and keep taking it like a good girl you can be just as happy as johnny is, as simon beats your ass raw with a heavy leather belt.

ok i had to sit on this one for a few hours because oh my fucking god. oh my fucking GOD. this is so hot. idk who you are but we are getting married and i expect to see you at the courthouse tomorrow morning so dont be late.

im having heart palpitations over this. all the same cw for the fic (plus punishment spanking with a belt) below the cut.

You're shaking, chest heaving and knees weak as Johnny drags you behind him. You try to beg, to plead for him to let you go and to make him understand but he refuses, just scowls and growls out, "Stop throwin' a hissy fit. You shouldnta ran, you knew that. What happens now is all yer own fault."

He takes you into the bedroom, tugs you forward and shoves you onto the bed, then gets in behind you and hugs you tightly to him. He's unwilling to let you go as he worms his way into the position he wants, wiggling with just his legs to help until he's propped up on the headboard with you between his thighs. He doesn't move to comfort you or soothe your cries, just listens as you whine and sob.

Eventually Simon comes in, looking angry. You thought you had seen him mad before but now... this is another level. It's something you had spotted in Johnny when he first found you, the primal rage clear in his eyes, but it rides Simon's entire body. If you hadn't known you'd fucked up already, Simon's form would've told you.

He's literally shaking in rage. His hands are balled into fists, but there's a little tremor there.

His strides to the bed are quick, and he's got your neck in a tight grip before you realize he's on his way. He yanks you forward, nearly out of Johnny's arms, and growls right in your face. "Back where you fucking belong, huh pet?"

You can only shiver, too spooked to answer. He scoffs, shoves you away and leans back on his heels. "You did good, Johnny. You'll get your reward later, yeah?"

Johnny's still tense, every line of him beneath you hard and rigid. "Yes, sir."

Simon stares you down for a moment, then blows out a harsh breath through his noise and reaches down to begin unbuckling his belt. "Flip her over, Johnny. Want you to hold her still for her punishment."

Johnny's moving to follow his orders before they're even finished, flipping you with ease and pressing down on your lower back to keep you pinned.

"Hng-!" you grunt, trying to push up and away from sheer panic, but Johnny's not having it. He lands a powerful blow on your ass, shocking you into staying still long enough for him to grab your chin and yank up so you're looking at him.

"Gotta take your punishment, baby," he murmurs, eyes softening just the slightest bit at your panic-stricken face. "It'll all be over once you take it, yeah? We'll forgive you after."

"Johnny," you whine, hands coming up to scrabble at his chest as you feel the bed shift to one side. He makes a little tsk sound, grabs both your wrists and forces them to the small of your back, holding them there with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

"Hush, now.. No more talkin' til Simon says."

There's another harsh blow to you ass, this one stronger and from Simon. You can't stifle your yelp at the immediate ache. "Tell me why you're in trouble."

You can only sniffle, trying to yank your chin away from Johnny to bury your face in his chest. He doesn't let you.

Another smack. "C'mon, girl. Tell me why you're in trouble. You don't want to make me ask again."

You jolt a little at that, slightly reinvigorated in your squirming until Johnny's hold tightens to an almost painful point. You finally try to gasp out an answer. "I-I left, I wasn-wasn't supposed to leave."

There's a snarl from behind you, another smack. "You ran away. Good girls don't fucking do that. Anythin' coulda happened out there, coulda fuckin' died without us there. That what you want?" smack "Huh? Answer me, you rather die than be with us, pet?"

"No!" you sob, hips wriggling. "No, no! 'm sorry!" You're nearly wailing, the anticipation for your punishment driving you insane. You can't hold back the sobs.

"Calm down," Simon grunts, a heavy hand coming to push between your shoulder blades. "Panic'll only put the punishment off. Let's just get this over with, yeah sweetheart?"

You whine in reply, blinking a little to clear your vision and staring deep into Johnny's eyes. There's a stillness in the room for a moment, it feels like time completely stops as they give you a second to come back to yourself.

"Count them," Simon commands after you breathe evenly a few times. Your eyes furrow just a bit, Johnny's lips quirking up, and you hear a loud sound of something swinging through the air before your backside erupts in pain.

You practically scream, attempting to shoot away from Johnny. He's ready for you, muscling you back into place on top of him. He locks his ankles on top of yours, holds your legs down so you have no leverage.

There's another blow landed before you've fully realized what's happening. You let out a high shout again, eyes squeezed shut in pain as you're forced to just lay still and take it.

"Count, lass," Johnny murmurs, free hand stroking over your head far too softly considering how roughly he holds the rest of you.

Another blow, another shout, and in the short space between another you call out "Th-three! Three!"

There's a grunt from behind you, a hand stroking over one of your cheeks that has you yelping and trying to jerk away despite it's softness. "No. Start over."

Another blow. You wail in pain, sucking in just enough air to shout, "One!"

"Good. Again."

Another blow. They feel endless, you shouting and crying out in pain until it feels like your throat is bleeding, interspersed with what feel like empty comforts from Johnny.

"You're alright, lass, you can take it."

"F-four!"

"I know, I know it hurts, bonnie. You'll be alright, you're taking it so well."

"A-ah!"

"What number?"

"Five! Five, please, stop I can't-!"

"Simon's takin' real good care of you, baby. Just gotta teach you a lesson, yeah? Teach you what you did wrong."

"Six!"

"It's scary, isn't it? It's ok, you can handle it. Be a good girl for us now."

"S... seven, oh god-"

"Hush, you just have to let it happen. It gets better, you'll see. Simon'll show you."

"Eight... eight, please, I can't take it... I can't..."

"You can. I did it too, lass. It's hard, I know, but it's good. It feels so good once it makes sense."

"Ni...nine..."

"Just gotta go through it - no way past but through, yeah? You're being so good, baby, takin' your punishment so good."

"Ten..."

You hear something fall to the ground behind you and Johnny's hands release your wrists, reaching up to your arms so he can pull you up and tuck you beneath his chin, shushing you as you sob.

"There you go, love, you did it. Hush, now, it's ok, it's ok. You took it so well, such a strong girl for us."

"Johnny," Simon rumbles from behind you, and without further instruction he turns you a little away from his body, forces your head towards Simon. "Tell me why you were punished, sweetheart."

You can't make anything more than a noise of pain, the ache in your ass feeling like it's sunk to your very bones. Johnny makes a soothing noise in his chest, pets a hand through your hair.

"I..." you gasp a little, hiccupping. "I ran away. I'm not supposed to.. not supposed to run away."

"That's right," Simon cooed, all hostility and anger just gone from his voice. He reached for you and you couldn't help but flinch away, desperate to hide back in Johnny's neck. "No, don't hide from me, love. You took your punishment. It's over now, I'm not angry anymore."

You shake your head a little, unable to believe what he's saying. You're still locked in a haze of adrenaline, limbs shaking as they wait for more pain. There's a sigh from next to you, then strong arms wrapping around both you and Johnny. You can't hold back your little yelp, arms curling more tightly where they're wrapped around Johnny's neck.

Both of you are pulled to Simon's chest, his hand stroking from your head all the way down your back. His hand passes over your ass each stroke, and as time passes you flinch a little less each time. Your breathing is still unsteady, little whines creeping out of your throat every few gasps, but your heartrate slows and you relax little by little as there's no more pain.

"There, that's a good girl," Simon hums above you, hand not pausing it's trek down your spine. "You took my belt so well, did so good for me. Not gonna run away again, are ya?"

You shake your head with all the energy left in you, whining "No," in fear he hadn't understood your movement.

"That's right. Cause if you do, it'll be thirty with the belt."

#favorites #your ask is fantastic #asks and answers #bo writes #i did not edit this oops sorry #dlmliyh

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captain-mj · 7 months

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Hey, 🦭 here back from the grave (was just resting after a hellish week of school)

I have been obsessed with Sleep Token especially their song called 'Chokehold' which in think is very eldritch GhostSoap coded, with Ghost being an eldritch god and Soap being his most devoted follower (iykyk)

And Ghost who just adores his follower and can't help but grant Soap's indulgence and desires because of his own selfishness

Could you possibly make a fic like that? Pretty please with a bit of dynamite on top :3

-🦭

(The brainrot is brainrotting /srs)

I love that song so much, I can of course do that!! Also, it's nice to see you again :)

Ghost sat in his temple silently. He observed those who came in and offered things and those with entertaining tales or genuine needs were given what they asked. Most requests though were... petty. Indulgent. A desperate plea for more attention, more money, more pleasure.

Ghost wanted to lash out at them some days. And he did. He'd curse them with impotence, poverty and isolation at the drop of a hat. It had become a known risk to everyone but...

Johnny.

His favorite follower.

He lifted his hand, letting the priest cut his wrist so blood would flow.

Ghost listened intently, letting the other prayers fall away like rushing water.

"Ghost." His name on his tongue was beautiful. "I am here to request something." Normally, Ghost would listen to his request, answer it immediately and let Soap leave. But today, he wanted it to be different.

Gently, not wanting to hurt him or any of his other loving followers, he spoke. "Everyone must leave except the current person praying."

His priests hopped to it, herding everyone out. It left Soap alone in the place of worship.

Soap looked up at the depictions of Ghost. Of dark wide eyes staring into the souls of anyone who came in. Ready to dismiss them or bless them on a whim.

"My God." He moved to kneel, averting his eyes. "I always feel your presence here. I never thought I'd be chosen to hear your voice or hold your attention like this."

"You think you hold all of my attention?" Ghost had created universes. Species. Had senses that would melt Soap's brain to even be explained. But yeah, Soap did in fact have all of his attention. He just shouldn't assume he did.

Or he could. Ghost doubted, even if he disrespected him to his face, he could stay mad for too long.

Soap tensed. "No! Of course not, it's just more attention than I'd ever expect. I'm...."

"Keep your eyes on the ground." Ghost stepped in front of him. Smoke billowed off of him, form fading in and out of existence. "Wouldn't want to drive my favorite follower insane."

Soap's breathing hitched. "Favorite?"

Ghost ignored him. "What is it you want?"

"I..."

"Spit it out."

"Health. For my family."

Ghost hummed. "Granted. What else?"

"What?"

"That's for your family. Would you like anything?"

"I... um..."

"Anything you want."

Soap nodded. "I... I don't know. I don't have anything else I desire."

Ghost hummed. "I see. How sweet." He trailed around him in circles. "Power beyond wildest dreams? Friends and worshippers? Enough money to indulgent in all forms of debauchery?"

"No. I don't find much interest in those."

Ghost nodded. "Well, I want to give you something for yourself. Selfishly of course."

Soap almost looked up before quickly remembering his place. "If you'd so please, my holiness."

My?

My??

Ghost touched him, feeling him shiver and shake, almost doubling over. Soap whimpered, burying his face on to the floor as sensations rushed through him. He ended the contact and watched him sink further.

"You're interesting, Johnny."

Soap took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Your family will be healthy. You have given me enough, today."

"If I found something to wish for, could I come back tomorrow?"

Ghost paused and mulled over it. "Come at night. You could spend it with me." He'd have to be so gentle, but the idea of holding Soap in his hands. "I won't fault you if you don't."

"I will. I'll be here. I promise, I'll..." Ghost grabbed him by the scruff and felt him twist in his hands, overcome with feelings again. Soap grabbed his leg for support and whimpered. It wasn't the most pleasant sensation for most people, but like he predicted, Soap liked it. Maybe it would become an addiction. That way Soap was just addicted to his presence as Ghost was becoming to Soap.

"You will. And I'll grant you all of your desires."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost

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papergirllife · 1 year

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Johnny Suh, Jeong Jaehyun

Santa! Jaehyun x reader x Polar bear hybrid! Johnny

Synopsis:

What happens when you, a Santarina, one of the many helpers Santa has, screws up big time by sending an inappropriate gift? And to top it off, his best friend from the other department comes knocking on Jaehyun's door in the midst of the scalding heat that's happening at North pole...

Warnings: this is a self-indulgent crack fic, misuse of candy canes, food play, 'oh there's no lube' trope, slight breath play, cream pie, soft towards the end, intoxicated sex, unprotected sex, knotting, slight cum inflation, etc.

Don't like, don't read. Hate comments would be deleted then blocked, thank you

Unbeknownst to others, Santa isn't one person, it's several people overseeing a few regions, and the tradition of Santas delivering gifts on their own has changed in the last few decades, a special and secret unit of Santarinas have been created in lieu of the increasing inches added to the Santas' waists (and the fact that sneaking in like thieves have replaced the classic drop down the chimney acts), but there's a newly elected Santa in the region you're working for, Mr Jeong Jaehyun. He's been in position for a few years now, and needless to say, he's had the Santarinas falling head over heels for his charming good looks.

You huff at the expanse of paperwork you'd have to finish by the next Christmas, scratching your head at this next report you have to submit to reason 'why' a 15 year old wanted a remote controlled dinosaur for Christmas, yes, the lot of you still give gifts to kids up till they're 18, their parting gift.

You decided to put 'immaturity' as the reasoning when someone called your name, your boss appearing over your cubicle.

"Santa's looking for you, missy, and he's not happy, don't be too surprised if you need to pack your bags and leave north pole tomorrow," she says before swinging her hips away to pester some other poor santarina or elf under her supervision.

You swallow a lump down your throat, following your supervisor to the 'big room'.

The room is burgundy red, a stark difference from the bright red and dark green the rest of the office has, in the middle sits Jaehyun, even though there's a prominent glare on his face, he looks as gorgeous as ever, the first few buttons of his red suit unbuttoned, his hair tousled attractively, seemingly as if he's ran his hand through his hair a few times, which he probably did, seeing how stress he looks.

"You may leave now, Ms Lee," Jaehyun says before turning to you, "and you, explain why you gave an 18 year old girl a toy as a Christmas gift," Jaehyun demands, his arms crossing over his chest, further enhancing his cleavage and with the added view of his biceps, you're going to leave this room unemployed and panties drenched if he keeps this up.

"I, um, I thought it'd be a great goodbye and welcome to adulthood gift?" You say uncertainly, eyes avoiding his piercing gaze, but just one look of disappointment on his face gives you the need to explain yourself further, "she wanted it a long time though, I double checked and triple checked her cart on that site, I could go check up on her right now, if she doesn't like it I'll fix this mess immediately-

"There's nothing you can do to fix this mess, thank god I took a glance at the paperwork before it was sent off to HQ, I had to create some bullshit excuse to make up for your mistakes, I don't know how tight lipped the accounting department would be, but if shit gets out, you're going to say you accidently bought a sex toy thinking you were using your own personal card instead of the cooperate card, do you understand?" Jaehyun says, his tone stern and unforgiving.

"Understood," you said meekly, hands clasped together nervously as you prepare for the worse, "are you going to fire me now?" you ask, wanting to get over this as soon as possible.

"Fire you?" Jaehyun asks as he rounds his big oak table, "it would be a shame to let go of a slut like you, wouldn't it? Who would've thought of looking through someone's Adam and Eve's wishlist other than a whore like you?" Jaehyun says with a slight rumble in his chest, is it because he's mad or because he's turned on? "How about we make a deal, you've given so much stress to me the past day, it would be....appropriate if the source of my stress becomes my aid of distressing, isn't that right, slut?" Jaehyun leans back in his chair, eyes looking at you expectantly.

"Yes, sir," you said with a dazed tone, your dirty fantasies playing out before your eyes.

"Sir? That's not really my cup of tea," Jaehyun says with a tilt of his head, eyes still staring into yours.

"Daddy?" you try, if you get this right, you wonder how many kinks the two of you share in common.

"Come to daddy, baby, sit on Santa's lap," Jaehyun demands, patting his thighs invitingly.

You cross the few steps to Jaehyun eagerly, until the very last step, you hesitate, your nerves firing up, what if he's only joking? What if he's pulling a prank to humiliate you?

Before you could overthink the situation any further, Jaehyun grasps your hips with his strong hands, manhandling you onto his lap.

A shocked gasp leaves your lips, but before you could process what has happened, you feel Jaehyun's pouty lips on your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Sweet."

You tilt your head back to give Jaehyun more access, shuddering when you feel his sharp teeth graze the expanse of your neck.

Jaehyun gauges your reactions, a sly smile on his face when he feels you squirming on his lap, he bares his mouth, sucking large purple marks onto your neck, your core drenched at the thought of walking out of his office with Jaehyun's touch written all over your body, letting everyone know.

Your squirming movements have led to something hard poking at your ass, and being none the wiser, you grinded back onto his cock without permission, earning a spank on your butt, a moan falling from your lips.

"I thought I was going to get a present on Santa's lap," you say, turning your head over to face Jaehyun with a pout.

"Presents or punishments, it's entirely up to you, baby," Jaehyun says before holding your jaw in his big hands, mushing your cheeks together to place a sloppy, possessive kiss on your lips, your hands bunched up in his red velvet top, his enthusiasm fueling you to go further, thinking of sliding your hands down his chest, but before you could do so, the door of his office bursts open, freezing at your movements, you turn back to stare at the intruder, heat rushing up your cheeks when you realise it's Jaehyun's best friend, the polar bear hybrid that heads his fellow polar bear hybrids in moving gifts onto sleighs.

"Well, looks like Mr Santa is having an early celebration, guess me and this bottle of whisky's got to look for some other company tonight," Johnny muses before he retreats a few steps to close the door, but before he could so, Jaehyun cuts in.

"Why don't you join us, you worked hard too, don't you think, baby?" Jaehyun asks, his warm hands running up and down your thighs.

You nod your head, not trusting your voice, you brain isn't registering the fact that two of the most popular men in your region department are going to have you for the night.

"Well, if the lady's welcoming me, it'd be rude for me to turn down the offer," Johnny says before stepping back in, locking the door.

Jaehyun turns his attention back to you, "get on your knees to suck Santa's candy cane, baby," Jaehyun orders, maneuvering your hips down for you.

You immediately comply, hands flying to undress Jaehyun, pulling his dress pants and boxers down in one go, his big cock springing up from its confines, hitting you in the face.

"Sorry, babe, guess it was excited to see you," Jaehyun says, petting your hair, guiding your head to his dick.

You wrap your lips around him, gentle hands reaching under, gently playing with his balls, cupping them while you tongue his tip, alternating between sucking his head and deep throating his length, earning groans of pleasure from the delicious man above you that send shocks of pleasure down to your core.

Busy pleasuring Jaehyun, you briefly forgot about Johnny's presence, until you feel him tugging up your skirt and your panties down.

"You got this wet just from sucking Jaehyun off, baby?" Johnny asks from behind you, hands grasping onto your cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal your puckered hole.

"You ever played with yourself here, baby?" Johnny asks before he drips a wad of spit down your opening, stuttering in your movements.

"How about I prep you with the candy cane challenge?" Johnny asks, you freeze in your movements, mind blanked.

You heard of the challenge. Every year on New Year's Day, anonymous accounts from your region would upload photos of their ass jammed up with candy canes on the 'after work' forum page, the person, identity unknown of course, with the most candy canes sticking out their ass wins.

You nod your head, not trusting your own voice, mentally preparing yourself for what's to come, not that you're against the idea, but the most you had in your butt was a small dildo, and Johnny's a polar bear hybrid, they're known for being big.

Johnny smiles slyly at your sudden shy demeanour, propping up your butt.

"This is going to get very interesting," Jaehyun muses, trying to keep his eyes open despite the pleasure streaming through his veins when you continued your ministrations on him.

You hear a pop of a bottle before you feel the cold drink drip down your crack, shivering at the contact.

"Sorry, baby, I don't think Jaehyun's got any lube in his office," Johnny apologises before breaching your rim with a finger, you hum a moan around Jaehyun's cock, his length constricting around your throat.

Jaehyun muffles a moan in his throat before he cums down your throat, spurts of warm liquid filling your belly.

When you were busy endulging in that sated feeling, you feel Johnny sliding his fingers out, trading it for a single candy cane, you're not sure how thick a single candy cane is, but when you saw the jar of candy on Jaehyun's table, it looked no less than 1 centimetres in thickness and maybe 6 inches long, you have no idea why Jaehyun stocks up on big candy canes throughout the office, maybe it's a Santa addiction.

As Jaehyun rides out his high with a hand on your hair, Johnny slides in another candy cane, fucking you open with the hooks of the candy, watching with lustful eyes as he watches your ass swallow the long candy, he adds two more into your rim, he moves the canes around, trying to locate that one spot that would make you scream his name when he's going to have his way with you, when Johnny hit a particular angle, your jaw slacks, having pulled out a moan from the man behind you, releasing Jaehyun's tip from your warm mouth.

"What a shame, I was enjoying her cockwarming me, but guess it's a sign for me to join the fun," Jaehyun notes before shuffling to the jar on the floor, picking up two candy canes, stuffing them into your ass, totaling the score to six candy canes, you're only halfway to last year's record, given that this challenge started 3 years ago, no one has topped last year's record of 12.

"She'll have to take lots more to fit me," Johnny muses before stuffing another three in your ass, he's given up on fucking you open now, just enjoying the sight of your ass being ruined by him and his best friend.

"I think she'll need at least 15 to take you, dude," Jaehyun says with a chuckle before putting another two in.

Your mind is getting hazy now, the feeling of being so full making you dumb, and the two men's comments aren't helping in the slightest.

"15?? Yeah, no, make it 20 at least," Johnny says with all seriousness before putting another two inside you, is it ten yet? You feel so stretched, you really hope you won't bleed after this.

As if hearing your thoughts, Jaehyun pours more whisky down your ass, but it goes amiss, cursing, he adjusts the angle of your butt, tilting it upwards and pouring the whisky onto the candy canes, letting it flow down into your ass before you feel someone shove another two into your butt, the stretch burning less now that there's more lubricant.

You don't know how long they keep repeating this cycle, but you could feel the whisky getting to your head even though you're good at handling your alcohol.

Before you knew it, the prodding of candy and whisky stops, the two men stand up to get a better look at you, your ass up in the air while your head rests on Jaehyun's chair, chest heaving from the mix of pleasure and alcohol in your system.

"I think we have a world record here, Jae, she's definitely beaten the forum's record," Johnny says with a proud tone, a warm fuzzy feeling sinking into your belly.

"By a lot?" you hear Jaehyun ask.

"By ten, she's got twenty two candy canes up her ass, now she's ready for a big boy like me," Johnny announces, but before you even think of pushing all the candy out, Jaehyun shuffles around his office for something.

"You don't mind me taking a picture right, baby? It'd be a waste not to post this on the forum, we're so proud of you, baby," Jaehyun definitely knows how to sweet talk, getting you to agree, it'd be a waste not to break the forum's record after all your hard work, right? No one's going to know it's you anyways.

You hear a snap of a shutter before Jaehyun comes shuffling in front of you, showing you your ruined asshole, bulging with so many candy canes, you're sure they opened a new pack of it just to complete the challenge.

"Isn't your hole so pretty, baby? Now it's time for part two of our little game," Johnny tells you before lifting you up from the ground, placing you on Jaehyun's desk, walking to the other side to fuck you properly, as you deserve of course, and before you knew it, you felt Johnny pull all the candy canes out your ass, leaving you gaping, and uncomfortably empty, you whine at the sudden loss in your butt, arching your ass up in silent notion of telling Johnny to hurry up and fuck you.

You hear a snicker behind you as Jaehyun takes a seat back on his own office chair, lightly jerking himself off, he's going to enjoy the view of your titties jiggling when his friend fucks you from behind.

Before you could whine any further, Johnny slides himself into your warmth, shuddering at the slight sticky residue the candy had leftover.

"Fuck, this isn't like anything I've felt before, holy shit," Johnny curses before pulling out, leaving the tip inside before slamming himself back into you, earning a scream of his name from you, silently thanking Jaehyun that his office is sound proofed, or he'd have lots of explaining to do.

Johnny busies himself by occupying a hand on your breast while the other is rubbing quick circles on your clit, his rough finger pads from all the moving has your legs twitching in pleasure, he wants to make a good impression if he doesnt want this to be the last time you let him hit.

You thought you'd be able to last quite a bit, but Jaehyun's suddenly standing up, his cock red at the tip, you know he wants more, so you open your mouth wide, but what you didn't expect was for him to shove one of his balls into your mouth, engulfing one of the most sensitive parts of his body into your mouth.

You suck and lick gently, switching for his other sack when you feel him tap your shoulder, slobbering onto his balls because, god, Johnny's fucking you brainless, once he's coated with your spit, he pulls away from you.

"Lift her up, Johnny, I wanna cum in her tight little pussy," Jaehyun says before you feel Johnny clasp a hand over your neck, pulling you up against his chest as if you weigh nothing, bless polar bear hybrids for having abnormal strength because you wouldn't have the energy to hold yourself up this way.

You let out a whimper when you feel Jaehyun thrust his whole length into you, giving you no time to adjust before he starts fucking you alongside his best friend, the feeling of two cocks almost breaching your thin walls separating your two holes is making you delirious, you're so far gone into sub space that all you could do was blabber words like 'so big' and 'so full' between moans of the word 'daddy' and Johnny's name.

Suddenly, the string in your core snapped and you could feel the pleasure from the tips of your toes to the pleasure points of your whole body, squirting onto Jaehyun's dick, coating him with your cum.

But the two men that have you sandwiched between them are still relentless, not stopping until they push you into overstimulation, you could feel tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and you swear you had another mini orgasm when Johnny and Jaehyun finally came together, fucking into your lifeless body with sloppy thrusts to milk the last of their orgasms, but what took you by surprise was that you haven't felt Johnny cumming despite him stopping, and that's when you felt it, the base of his cock chubbing up.

You gasp at the odd feeling, looking back in panic only to see Johnny smiling at you warmly.

"This is why I needed to stuff your ass with 22 candy canes, baby. Polar bear hybrids have knots, unlike those pretty boy elfs that you're used to fucking," Johnny says, not sure if he's implying your long term casual fling partner Jaemin or your recent one, Renjun, has he been keeping an eye on you?

You nod defeatedly, knowing that Johnny is probably the biggest you're ever going to have, and before you knew it, you feel thick ropes of cum streaming into your ass, filling you up with so much cum that Jaehyun pulls out to inspect the slight pudge on your lower belly.

"When you said the first orgasm right after hibernation is a fuck ton, I thought you were exaggerating," Jaehyun notes, still eyeing your bulged stomach.

"If only," Johnny says with a scoff, "but our baby's taking it like a champ, isn't she?" Johnny asks, in which you nod, your submissive self loving the amount of compliments Johnny showers you in.

"This is going to go on for quite a bit, can we lie down in your chambers?" Johnny asks, but he's already moving you.

Jaehyun nods, opening the door to his home, located just behind his office, and soon after, you feel the warmth of the sheets and you had drifted off to sleep, still connected to Johnny.

🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬

When you woke up, the bed you were in is empty, but you hear light chatter and laughter from outside, you look down to see you're adorned in a thick sweater that you swore Jaehyun's worn before, smiling at the familiar scent, you quickly slipped onto the house slippers set beside the bed for you, padding out of the bedroom.

"Looks like someone's up," Johnny says before taking a quick sip of his coffee.

"Morning, baby, slept well?" Jaehyun asks before embracing you into a hug, you hope he isn't this affectionate with all the girls he's slept with.

"Yeah, what about the both of you?" you ask, turning to Johnny too.

"It'd be an outrage not to sleep well after yesterday's events, baby, and speaking of which, take a look at the forum, you're trending and everyone's trying to guess who it is," Johnny says before Jaehyun opens up his phone for you to see.

There it is, a photo of your ass filled with candy canes, and some comments down below.

There's no way anyone could beat that next year.

If you don't got at least 15 up your ass, then you'd look like a loser next to this person.

I really wanted to try the challenge this year, guess we just got to work harder:(((

"Wow," you say, speechless at all the comments directed at you.

"Wow indeed, baby, and about last night, me and Jaehyun would really love to keep up with whatever we have between us, it's not everyday we meet a champ like you in bed, so.... what do you say, baby? Wanna trade hearts this Christmas?" Johnny asks.

"We swear we won't give it away next year," Jaehyun adds on, eyeing you hopefully.

"As long as the only tears I'm shedding are from sex then I'm in," you say, excited for what's to come for the three of you.

#nct smut #nct fluff #jaehyun smut #johnny smut #nct fanfic #nct imagines #jaehyun #johnny #johnny suh #nct 127 smut #nct x reader #nct #johnny fluff #jaehyun fluff #nct 127 #nct 127 fluff #johnjae #nct scenarios

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scorpioncobrababe84 · 11 days

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Calling all Johnny Lawrence Lovers:

I have a fic up on wattpad, titled Cruel Summer, and here’s a preview.

I always found life to be quite serendipitous. At all important timestamps of my life I can point out when there was something that just so happened to work out for me.

Maybe I'm an optimist, I kind of believe in divine timing. I think out there, maybe a helping hand exists, to bring things to fruition that need to live and thrive.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do just yet with my life, maybe I shouldnt rely on omniscient sources to sort it out for me. My current job doesnt really match my rosy outlook on life.

I'm a bartender at a little place called Vinny's in Reseda. I've worked here for a few years now after Uni. I got my bachelor's and suddenly with no competition of my classmates, no thesis being graded and therefore no clear indication of failure, I sort of just took a hiatus from my professional life.

It's actually been nice though. I worry less than I used to and I get to serve my usuals several times a week, and my favourite part is that I get to be my true night owl self. That, and the tips are pretty good.

Getting out of my thoughts, the little bell above the door of the bar rings.

A man with blond hair strides in with a denim jacket, taking off his shades, revealing his face and subsequently a black eye.

He takes a seat at the bar.

"Coors Banquet, thanks." he orders

"Sure." I half smile and grab him a bottle from the fridge, open it and set it in front of him.

At this time of night during the week it isn't very busy, the rest of my usual patrons shuffle out.

I keep myself busy wiping down the bar.

"Rough night?" I ask.

"You don't know the half of it." He takes another swig of his beer.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

He nods

"I hope you can forget about it while you're here."

I pull out a bottle of whiskey from the bar well and pour a shot for him

"I only ordered a coors." he said looking at the small glass

"Its on me." I smiled, and looked into his blue eyes, more depth than almost any ive seen.

He grins and takes it.

"Thanks."

"Dont mention it."

I continue my side work of ensuring my well is stocked for tomorrow, and general cleaning and turn up the radio.

REO Speedwagon's "Take it on the Run" was playing. I started nodding my head to the music while working.

I go to the dining area and remove plates from tables and dim the areas lights.

Now we’re left with only amber lighting at the bar area.

I see the man at the bar drinking his beer and nodding along to the music and singing the chorus to himself.

"I dont believe it not for a minute"

I love seeing people enjoy themselves like this. Even just small things like a throwback song that gets them going

I turn up the dial a little bit more.

I look at him and smile as I sing along.

He grins at me and continues to nod his head and sing the song with me.

I giggle at this simple and pure interaction.

"You know Speedwagon. Didn't think your generation had good taste anymore."

"What can I say, good music is good music. Plus, my dad introduced me to a lot of good music."

"Oh yeah? What else."

"Lots of Joan Jett, Alice Cooper, AC DC, Metallica, just your classic 80s rock staples."

"I like that."

I blush a little.

"What's your name?" I ask him

"Johnny. Yours?"

"y/n."

He nods and drinks.

I smile and continue working.

A while later he finishes his drink and leaves cash and a good tip on the bar.

"See you around." He walks toward the door

"I hope so." I smile

He looks back at me, smirking.

I hope I do see him around.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence #the karate kid #tkk #mine

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theleemark · 3 years

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christmas lights.

genre: strangers to lovers; royal au; lots of fluff

word count: 4091

pairing: prince!johnny suh x princess!female reader

synopsis: an arranged marriage between you and the prince from another kingdom whose name you didn’t even know.

warnings: language (uhh i think that is it)

a/n: hello! happy holidays and merry christmas (if you celebrate it)! i hope everyone is having a good time! this fic is for my secret santa, @notnctu!! i tried to add angst but absolutely failed :( but i still hope you enjoy it! much love to you!!

thank you for hosting this amazing event, @neoculturechristmas! this was really fun :)

“Are you fucking serious?” You crossed your arms, scoffing in disbelief.

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” Mark Lee said, leaning against your doorframe. Like all princesses (aka to-be queens), you, Princess of Astoria, had a personal knight or butler who would be by your side till the very end- and that was Mark Lee. However you and Mark became super close to the point where he was your brother from another mother.

You huffed, tugging on your blouse to adjust the way it fits your body. “Did Mother tell you that I was meeting him tomorrow? As in a couple of hours from now?”

Mark glanced behind your shoulder, checking the time. “Yes, the Winter Ball is in fact in a couple of hours. And yes, you will be meeting your future husband there.”

Your lip formed a tight smile, moving aside to let Mark into your room. He gently bowed down out of habit from greeting the other royals before sitting down on your bed. Closing the door, you rushed over and flopped right beside him.

“I think it's so stupid that I’m getting married off,” You started, staring up at the smooth ceiling.

“It’s a tradition in Astoria for the Princess to be married off once she comes of age,” Mark’s gaze lingered on you for a second before he let out a sigh. “Yeah, I guess it sucks but at least I’ve heard good things about your to-be husband. Cause some of the princes from other kingdoms are so terrible to the point where I don't even know if I can be civil around them.”

“Is that so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeahhhh,” he stretched his limbs out and lied down next to you. “The drama I hear from the maids is very spicy.”

You let out a soft chuckle before sitting up, turning your head to look down at Mark. “I don't even know what this guy’s name is though.”

“Johnny,” Mark’s eyelashes fluttered open and shut as a small smile lingered on his face. “Johnny Suh. Prince of Neo.”

The Winter Ball hosted by Astoria was an annual event that gathered all the surrounding kingdoms. Consisting of traditional dances, games of poker, and tons of food (including a chocolate fountain), it was normal for not only noble people to attend but also people who live in the kingdoms.

Therefore the ballroom had to be gigantic- and it was. The fairy lights sprawled across the room, dangling from the ceiling like stars. Sky blue and white, Astoria’s colors, were splattered across the walls making the room feel open and inviting. Tables covered with sweets and appetizers lined the middle of the room, creating a zig-zag pattern. In the very front of the ballroom was a stage with ruby red drapes adorned with white snowflake looking crystals shining from the light.

The microphone that was front and center of that stage was where your parents would announce the news of your wedding, and just the thought of that made your stomach churn.

“Good afternoon, Princess,” a woman with soft brown eyes and silky dark hair announced. You watched her through the mirror as she moved elegantly, hips swaying slightly. “I’ll be doing your makeup for today. Is there anything in particular that you want or I should know before starting?”

As your eyes met hers through the mirror, a smile danced upon your lips before shaking your head from side to side. “Not really. Whatever you feel suits me, do it.”

“Alright,” Her smile emulated yours as she picked up your moisturizer, pumping out a bit and dotting it across your face. “Let's get started, shall we?”

“Holy shit, you look beautiful. L-like ethereal!” Mark exclaimed, wide-eyed. His grin took up the entire bottom half of his face as he saw you do a twirl. “The outfit, the makeup, the hair, everything works and makes you look stunning.”

“Thank you, Mark,” you replied giddily, gently bowing down to greet him.

Softly, you placed your hand into his and let him escort you into the ballroom that was now packed with people from a diverse number of kingdoms. Your heart was thumping and almost burst out of your chest at the thought that you would be meeting your future husband in less than a minute. Remembering what Mark said, you tried to not make any negative or super positive assumptions about Johnny- just a neutral perspective until you got to know him.

“Calm down, ____. You’ll be fine, I promise,” Mark whispered in front of a large ballroom door. “Plus, I’m only a couple of feet away from you, shout for me if you need anything.”

Opening the doors was like entering an entirely new world. Liveliness filled the room, and the smell of food wafted through the air.

However, as people noticed your presence, the casual conversation was replaced with gaping mouths and awes- The Princess of Astoria was here.

With one last look of reassurance, Mark let go of your hand and let you walk through the crowded room. Step by step, you had heads turning as you made your way up to the stage. On your way, you made sure to give everyone soft smiles until your eyes gazed over a figure in the background. Tall, with a smirk on his face and curious eyes. Who was he?

As you got up to the stage, you stood by your parents who proudly beamed down at you.

“Greetings everyone. Welcome to the 70th annual Winter Ball of Astoria,” your father, the king, said through the microphone. “This year’s ball is endearingly special because I am proud to announce that my daughter’s marriage with the Prince of Neo, Johnny Suh.”

Applause erupted throughout the room and glasses clinked from either end. Your eyes scanned the crowd to find the mysterious man from earlier, but he seemed to have disappeared.

But then he was next to you- and wow. Although you could only see his side profile, you could tell he was ethereal. His sharp jawline angled eyebrows, and chiseled cheekbones seemed to compliment his styled black hair. The suit he was wearing was expensive- a rich black adorned with a silky satin dress shirt. The watch on his wrist seemed to shine like a diamond as he briefly adjusted it before locking eyes with you.

You forgot where you were for a second.

They say eyes are the window to one’s soul, and if that is true, Johnny Suh’s is the most beautiful. The deep brown pierced into yours, and everything faded. Your attention was on nothing but him and him only. Time warped and you didn't even notice until your mother, the queen, gently tapped your shoulder.

Breaking the strong gaze between you two, a glass of champagne was passed into your hand. You raised it in the air, mimicking your mother.

“To a successful marriage filled with respect and longevity!” Your father clinked his glass with Johnny’s father, King of Neo, before also doing the same with Johnny.

You raised your eyebrows at Johnny, urging him to put his glass up to yours as well, but he just stared at you blankly before politely greeting your mother.

Withholding a scoff, you greeted both his parents with a tight-lipped smile before taking a long sip from your glass.

Let’s just hope this all goes okay.

“Look he’s hot, but he's kind of distant. Cold almost,” you blurted to Mark as you packed your bags. As to adhere to traditions, the princess must stay with the husband-to-be a day before the wedding, which was in two days.

“I mean at least he’s hot,” Mark shrugged his shoulders only to be smacked in the face with your shirt. “But seriously, I’ve heard that he's a sweetheart.”

“Okay well, I guess not with me,” You said, slightly disappointed since you didn't even get the chance to talk to him.

Mark let out a sigh before passing you a folded bathroom robe. “I’m sure once you start talking to him he’ll show more of his true nature.”

“And if it makes you feel better, he probably thought the same way about you,” Mark suggested, chuckling as he did so. “You do have a cold aura when you aren't smiling.”

“Really?” A surprised gasp left your mouth.

“Really,” Mark confirmed, reaching over to finish zipping up your suitcase. He patted it once to ensure everything was secure before placing it upright on the ground.

“Now,” he started with a grin, “have fun with your future husband.”

You rolled your eyes at him before flicking his head. “I’ll try, Mark.”

You have never been to the Kingdom of Neo before, but you could already tell it would take some time to adjust.

Neo was known for its music and weaponry- two contradicting things but also why Astoria decided to form a treaty with Neo in the form of your marriage. Astoria did have a handful of top tier blacksmiths and weaponry makers, but nothing like Neo.

In Neo, every street has at least one weaponry shop and blacksmiths scattered across the kingdoms like stars. Each with their specialty, a diverse number of weapons comes with schools specialized for each one. Neo not only has weapons, but they damn well know how to use them.

You have only been trained with a bow and arrow and a dagger, which you always keep on you. Although you are pretty damn good with it, you know that it's nothing compared to Johnny, who grew up with training his entire life.

The engine of the car turning off halted your thoughts. In front of you was a massive stone castle with a rose garden around its perimeter. Johnny stood in between his parents at the huge front doors. He had a blank expression on his face- no excitement but disappointment either.

“Welcome, sweetheart!” His mother said, rushing up to give you a tight hug. A smile automatically took over as you squeezed her back; Her happiness was contagious.

“I hope you enjoy your stay here,” His father comes and pats your back. “The wedding plans are practically done and now we just need to finalize them before tomorrow.”

You gave him a silent nod as he ruffled your hair. Looking over at Johnny, you noticed his gaze was on you guys but his expression hasn't changed. He starts coming over when he notices you looking back at him. Your heartbeat began to quicken, and you quickly bowed down to greet him.

Likewise, he bowed down and greeted you with a small, short-lived smile. “Welcome, Princess.”

Stunned by his low pitched and raspy voice, your mouth gaped before you gathered yourself together. “T-Thank you.”

Johnny turned around quickly, and you, along with his parents, followed him into the palace.

“Johnny,” his father announced. “Why don’t you give ___ a tour?”

“Maybe they’ll get to know each other a bit as well,” his mother giggled in response, looking up her husband.

“Yes father,” Johnny replied curtly, eyes shifting to your figure in between them. With a simple nod of the head, he silently asked you to follow him.

Leaving his parents behind, you quickly-paced yourself to catch up with him, walking by him, shoulder-to-shoulder.

The first place he took you to was the main room, one filled with gold adorned couches and expensive bottles of wine lining the walls. The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but that all changed when he eventually showed you his room.

“Yeah, this is my room,” he opened the door, and you were greeted with a dark blue room. Scanning the area, your eyes fell on a specific poster that seemed to stir up memories.

“You listen to Coldplay?” you asked, taking a closer look at the poster hanging above his bed.

Johnny whipped his head towards you with brightened eyes and a grin on his face. “Yeah! I love them!”

Mirroring him, a huge grin took over your face. He looked so happy talking about Coldplay, and the image of his smile was now embedded into your memory. “Do you have a favorite song by them?”

“I’d say ‘Yellow’ or even ‘The Scientist’,” he replied giddily looking down at you. “What about you?”

“Hmm,” you started, fingers grazing over the bouquet of sunflowers underneath the poster. “I’d also say ‘Yellow’, but ‘Christmas Lights’ hits different during this time of the year.”

“‘Christmas Lights’ is so good!”

“I can’t celebrate Christmas without it,” you laughed back. His deep brown eyes lightened at your response.

Although the conversation was short-lived, your eyes caught a flutter of something outside.

“Hey,” you pierced out the window. “Is it snowing outside?”

Quizzically, Johnny walked over to his window. Peering over his shoulder, you saw flurries of snow coating the grass. “Yes, Princess, it is in fact snowing.”

You frowned at the way he addressed you. “You can call me ___, you know?”

“Okay, ____,” Johnny teased, but the way your name sounded in his voice just felt right. “It is snowing- and a lot.”

“Well…,” Impulsively, you grabbed his arm and pointed outside. “You want to go out? Maybe have a snowball fight? Or not, that's okay-”

“No, no, no,” Johnny interrupted, bashfully looking at your hand before meeting your eyes. “Let’s do it.”

“Just know,” he smirked, walking over to his closet and tossing you one of his coats. “I won't be going easy on you.”

“Never expected you to,” you said, putting on his jacket which was way too big on you, but kept you comfy. You zipped it up and smiled up at him, watching his once cold demeanor melt.

Maybe Mark was right.

Johnny was a master snowball fighter, and as much as you hate to admit it, he was a tiny bit better than you. Only a tiny bit.

“Are you ready to give up?” He taunted with a gigantic snowball in his hands, ready to drop it on you. You slipped on the ground a minute ago and haven't stopped laughing, so Johnny took that as defeat.

“W-wait please,” you pleaded, still in a fit of giggles as Johnny brought the snowball closer to you. “I surrender! I surrender!”

“Too bad,” Johnny shrugged and proceeded to drop it on you.

“I’mf gomma kill you!” your words were muffled by the snow, causing Johnny to erupt with laughter. Huffing, you got on your feet and chased after him, throwing snowball after snowball.

Chasing him around the front of the castle, you finally hit him with a snowball in the back of his head.

“Ouch!” Johnny dramatically stopped and turned around. “I’m so getting you back for that.”

Not being able to stop yourself you crashed into Johnny’s chest. The snow being slippery, Johnny slid backward but managing to wrap his arms around your waist, stopping you from getting hurt. His back hit the ground with a thud, and your eyes widened.

“Johnny!” Still on his chest, you looked up at him to see if he was okay. Sitting up, your right hand automatically cupped his jaw and the other lifted his head up from the ground.

“I’m fine,” A small groan escaped his lips as he rolled over on his right side, facing your body. His face melted into your touch as his eyes fluttered open to see you. “Don't worry, cutie.”

“Uh..” Your body temperature spiked, and you didn't know whether to blame it on chilly weather or Johnny calling you ‘cutie’. “L-let's go inside.”

“It is getting dark anyway,” With your right hand gripping his, you dragged him up to his feet. Johnny dusted the snow off from his pants and also dusted some off from the top of your head. The small contact made your heart flutter, and the feeling was taking over your mind.

After eating with Johnny's family, it was time for you to get some rest before the wedding ceremony tomorrow.

The maids guided you to an extravagant bathroom for you to wash up, and right after they pointed towards Johnny's room.

“Princess, you’ll be sleeping in Johnny's room tonight,” the maid said nonchalantly.

“What?” You gasped, neck-snapping to face her. “W-we're not even married yet? Is that even okay?”

“Yeah,” she replied, handing you a nightgown for you to change into. “You two will be married in less than twenty-four hours so…”

“Goodnight, princess,” she winked at you before gently pushing you in the direction of his door. “Sleep well before your big day tomorrow.”

As the maid left, leaving you stunned, you turned the doorknob to Johnny’s bedroom. Taking a step instead, you expected an empty bedroom but instead, you were greeted with Johnny in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’m sorry!” you squeaked, covering your eyes and slamming the door behind you. You never attempted to imagine Johnny without a shirt, but now that you’ve witnessed the sight, you can't seem to get it out of your mind. The water dripping from his hair onto his chest, the flex of his biceps, and the toned abs made you crazy. Before you knew it, a blush settled across your cheeks and the heat seemed to fog your thoughts.

“___, I’m dressed,” Johnny calling your name broke you out of your trance. “You can come back in.”

You hummed in response, cracking open the door to see him with his arms crossed.

“Also,” Johnny grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it on the small couch beside him. “You can take the bed, and I’ll take the couch.”

“Wait,” you said, looking at the couch and then at him. “You shouldn't have to, I can take the couch-”

“It's okay,” he interrupted, raising an eyebrow at you as he sat down.

Your mouth opened to retort back, but seeing no point you smiled at him and went to go change into your nightgown. The satin nightgown slipped over your body, and you patted down any creases.

When you opened the door, leaving his bathroom, you saw Johnny cramped onto the couch. His body was shifting, turning right and left to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Guilt surged inside of you as you watched him squeeze himself into an uncomfortable position to ensure that you weren't uncomfortable.

“Johnny?” Heart swelling with love, you gently tapped on his shoulder, causing him to shudder in surprise. “Do you want to sleep beside me on the bed?”

Johnny blinked a couple of times. “Huh?”

You pointed towards his bed with your thumb. “Join me.”

“A-are you sure? Wouldn't y-you feel uncomfortable?” He sat up, looking up at you.

“No,” You shook your head, laughing at his innocent eyes. “We can put a little pillow barrier between us.”

With his eyes, Johnny silently asked if it was really okay, and you rolled your eyes at him. You grabbed his arms and dragged him to the bed before you slipped under the covers. Taking a cylinder-shaped pillow, you placed it between the two of you before smiling at him. “Goodnight, Johnny.”

Johnny looked at you with sparkling eyes. “Goodnight, ___. Sleep well, cutie.”

And with butterflies in your stomach, your eyes fluttered shut, and sleep took over.

The morning sun beamed onto your face, causing you to grumble. Your eyes peered open, and it hit you that you were not in your usual room- you were in Johnny’s room. With widened eyes, you tried to move but an arm with a strong grip on your waist kept you from doing so.

When you turned your head to the side, you were met with Johnny peacefully sleeping. His forehead rested on your shoulder, and his breathing was steady. His messy hair sprawled across the pillow, and the arm that was not tightened around you was underneath his head.

This was a sight you could get used to every morning.

Not knowing what suddenly urged you to do so, you placed a small kiss on the top of his head before trying to squeeze out his grip. You knew Johnny was strong, but you didn't expect him to be this strong. And there was no way you would be leaving the bed anytime soon.

Sighing in defeat, you laid beside him, finger twirling a strand of his hair until he finally let out a small groan.

“Morning,” you smiled, watching his face contort in tiredness.

“Morning, cutie,” he grumbled. His morning voice was even deeper and much raspier, causing your stomach to churn. “Can we just stay like this for a second?”

“Sure,” you laughed, continuing to play with his hair as he snuggled closer to you. “What happened to our pillow barrier though?”

“Don’t know and don't care,” he mumbled into your shoulder. His hot breath tickled your skin, inciting butterflies, once again.

Before you could reply, a knock on your door interrupted the moment. “Prince. Princess. Ceremony in four hours!”

“Four hours?” you say in disbelief. “Get up, Johnny. We need to get ready.”

“But ____,” he whined, pulling you closer to him.

You rolled your eyes and flicked him on the forehead. Your heart swelled at how clingy he was. “If we're late, it's your fault.”

“That's okay!” he sighed with content, eyes still closed but a smile formed on his lips. “As long as I have you, I’m good.”

You and Johnny barely made it in time to your own wedding.

Scrambling, the maids quickly got both of you ready and pushed you out the front door and into a large room where all the people from Neo and Astoria gathered. On an elevated platform, your family and Johnny’s family both awaited your arrival. Although you and Johnny entered the room from opposite sides, both of you walked up the platform and sat on the large gold-adorned chairs in the front of the room. Everyone's eyes were on you two, but you and Johnny couldn't get your eyes off each other.

“You look beautiful, Princess,” Johnny smirked, looking you up and down. “Blue has always been and will always be such an elegant color on you.”

“Thank you, my Prince,” you replied, hiding any bashful expression that may have resulted from his comment. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

His smile grew wide, causing yours to match his.

“Welcome to the marriage between ___ of Astoria and Johnny Suh of Neo,” your father announced, patting Johnny’s father on the back. “Through this marriage, both kingdoms will form a lifelong alliance, and I am pleased to say that I am very happy about this.”

“We will start by exchanging rings,” Johnny's father said. With a snap of his fingers, two rings were brought and handed to both you and Johnny.

You put your hand out, and Johnny gently took it. His fingers wrapped around the diamond ring and, carefully, he slid it onto your ring finger. Before he let go, he placed a small kiss on your hand.

With a big grin, you took his hand in yours, sliding on the ring as well.

Everyone erupted in joy. You look over to your parents, only to see Mark, who gives you a smile along with an “I told you so” look on his face. He mouthed “congratulations” and you couldn’t help but want to give him a big hug. Your mother and Johnny's mother seemed to be holding back tears while both fathers were excitedly toasting their drinks.

Happiness oozed out of every person, which in turn made you feel so happy that you felt as if your heart would burst any second.

“Snowball fight after this?” Johnny jokingly whispered amongst the beautiful chaos that filled the room.

“We just got married and you’re thinking about having a snowball fight?” you replied, teasing him a bit to see his reaction.

“Well we could do something else,” Johnny winked at you.

You scoffed at his suggestive thoughts, lighting punching his bicep. “Hold up, buddy. You don't even know my favorite color!”

“Shit, you're right,” His eyes widened in realization before he whispered back. “What’s your favorite color?”

“White, my love,” you giggled.

“My love?” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I think I can get used to you calling me that.”

“You should,” you retorted. “Also wanna listen to 'Christmas Lights’ after this?”

“Not a snowball fight, but I’ll take it,” Johnny chuckled before looking straight into your eyes. “Besides, I can’t say no to Coldplay.”

“And I definitely cannot say no to you, cutie.”

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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A Halo of Holly

Marcus Moreno X Black!reader (1940s AU)

Summary: you can’t help falling in love with your neighbor who happens to be a fellow single parent (and unbeknownst to you, a superhero, too).

Masterlist Part 2

Word Count: 1.3k words

Warning(s): rated T (for now), barely edited (no beta but myself), fluffy Christmas stuff, transatlantic speech, you’ve got your son’s dad’s last name despite never having married him, mild language, inappropriate thoughts

December 19th marks the beginnings of the Christmas season for most families in Holly's Grove. As the menorah's came down from some of the apartment windows, wreaths and lights went up, the holiday decorations turned white and red and green in celebration of that special time at the end of the year. The residents of Holly cleaned out their chimneys, dusted their boots of snow just outside the front door, and tuned into whatever channel was playing It's A Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th Street on the television set.

Except for you, of course.

Your rooms were decorated just the way you liked it, all except for the lights and the tree. You sat on the floor inspecting each and every bulb on the string for the faulty wire while Billie Holiday's Christmas specials played on the gramophone. The wood from the fire was finally dry enough to light and the warmth eked its way slowly through to your bones.

"Damn things," you cursed.

You dropped the lights in a huff and leaned forward. You've got two options, girl, you thought. Buy some new ones or get some help. But who could you call for help with a broken light at a time like this?

Across the delightfully inviting alley, Marcus Moreno let his daughter adjust the television settings. Missy groaned as her favorite movie came to an end, but perked up when yet another toy commercial came on. He chuckled as she pointed excitedly at the screen, and he tried to pretend to be too busy making dinner. That's when a knock came at the door.

Dumm dum-duh-dum dumm.

Missy stood on the couch cushions, but her father waved her down to sit. "I'll get it."

He opened the door. A rush of freezing cold air and the gentle swinging wood revealed his (second) favorite face: yours. Wrapped in nothing protective except a scarf and shivering in your boots.

"Come in, come in!" He waved you inside and shut the door, mindful of his daughter with her head turned like an owl's. "Well, you must be frozen solid!"

You laughed despite your chattering teeth. "I suppose I didn't think to grab a coat since you were so close, but on the way, why it felt like I walked a mile to get here."

"Silly thing," he chided. His hands rubbed up and down your bare arms, coaxing his warmth into you. Your shivering only worsened and you had half a mind to drag him closer and wrap him into a hug. Almost. "What did you walk through all that snow in next to nothing for?"

Oh I'd love to see you in next to nothing. "Oh just this."

You pulled the lights around from behind your back and put your head down in embarrassment. "I plugged it in and the whole thing won't light. They worked just fine last year, but I can't find the busted part…"

"Let me take a look." The way Mr. Moreno's face turned hard as rock as he focused on something never failed to make your toes curl in your shoes. "Why don't you sit down and get comfortable. Missy? Stir that pot for me, will you?"

Your embarrassment came clawing up your back again. "Oh I'm so sorry, if I'd've known I was interrupting your dinner, I would have waited until tomorrow!"

"Nonsense," Mr. Moreno waved it off and took the lights to his work bench, "we both know Dave isn't going to let you put anything else up after tonight."

You harrumphed onto the couch knowing he was right. Dave was running the homeowner's association since his wife was sick, and in a lot of ways he was worse than she was. All decorations had to be put up by the 20th or they wouldn't be allowed to go up at all. He had always hated that the Peabody's seemed to acquire something new and shiny every night until Christmas and now he had the authority to do something about it.

"For a Christmas lover, he sure can be a grinch about the details," you said, and preened at Missy's merry giggle.

You felt strange sitting there in that house. Missy was one of your students, her father never missed a parent-teacher conference, and yet you felt you knew more about them after you had realized you were neighbors. Perhaps one day, this place might feel like a second home. The Morenos’ certainly seemed to want you to feel that way.

"Sauce is ready!," Missy called.

Mr. Moreno stood up from his desk and dropped his tools, taking the pot off the stove top and shooing his daughter away with a conspiratorial whisper. The little angel bounced towards you, leaning in a little too close and asking if you'd like to have dinner with them.

"Oh," you start to protest, "oh no, dear that wouldn't be…" wouldn't be what? Appropriate? You were already in their house asking for free repairs. An unmarried woman in a man's house. The rumor mill was already churning so why try to save face now? "Oh, alright then."

The first bite of the Moreno's dish nearly had you swooning to the floor. You slap a hand over your mouth just in case you start drooling. It's an explosion of flavors and it's so warm sliding down your throat. You can even feel a tear or two prick up in your eyes.

"Oh Mr. Moreno, this is wonderful," you praised the man who tried to bury his head and hide his blush.

"It'd be nothing without the help of my second chef," he motioned to Missy. "She knows all the herbs and spices for a good sauce and she stirs like a champion."

Little Missy beamed like a star. And how could she not with praise so readily given. You purposefully take one forkful at a time to pace yourself and enjoy the meal and the company. After helping clean up in the kitchen, Mr. Moreno comes back to you with your lights. He plugs the cord into the outlet and…

"Voila!"

Golden white light fills the space between you and you cheer. "Which one was it? Where was the line broken?"

"Here," he points to the wire between the sixth and seventh bulb. He sees the frustration from earlier mar your happy face and he bends down to get you to meet his eyes. "It's one light in a hundred, I missed it once or twice when I was looking at it, too."

You take the string from him (neatly coiled for easy carry unlike when you had brought it to him earlier) and planted a lightning quick kiss on his jaw. "Thank you, Mr. Moreno, you're a real Johnny-on-the-spot."

He shifted his feet and seemed pleased with himself. "You can call me Marcus. It's only fitting since we live so close and all. And, you know, you are Missy's favorite teacher."

"It's true," the girl yelled from the countertop. Her father picked her up and set her on her feet to start getting ready for bed. "Goodnight, Mrs. Jones!"

"Goodnight, dear!"

You're back in your home as quickly as you can be, Mr. Moreno hot on your trail to make sure you get in safe. He offers to help you put up the lights, but you decline firmly. You can see Mrs. Aldridge looking at you from out of her window and you know exactly what she'll tell people if she sees him come through your door.

"I really must thank you again Mr. Moreno," you say, "I'd be at it all night just to get these things right."

"It's no trouble at all," he says, and then, boldly, with a cautious but telling smirk, he calls you by your name.

Your breath catches in your throat and you smile. "Goodnight, Marcus."

Author’s Note: do you want to be tagged in future pedro pascal fics of mine? let me know in the comments!

#Marcus Moreno x reader #A Halo of Holly #my fics #black!reader #fluff

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vampirestookmydoubts · 4 years

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hello! firstly, i am in love with your work! may i please, request a shelby!sister fic based on prompts #28 & #39 from your second list of prompts? i need more shelby!sister in my life and you’ve quickly become one of my favourites! thank you!

A/N: Ah, this smells like angst and I’m loving it. This scene immediately came to my mind. I think it’s angsty af and super painful to read (and to write lol), but I hope you like it, love <3

Prompts: 28. “There’s too much blood.” 39. ““Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

Warnings: blood, violence, death, traumatic events, maybe mentioned potential substance abuse? SEASON 4 SPOILER Also I think the gif is warning enough to know what is coming lol

When you received the envelope with your name neatly written onto, you first thought of it as a normal christmas card, only to make you freeze when the black hand slipped out of the envelope.

Tommy was quick to call in the whole family, to tell them to come back to Small Heaths, because only when they're together they could be shielded from any harm.

To say that everyone wasn't happy was an understatement. After all that happened, Tommy wasn't quite the favorite of the family, but in the eye of death, the Shelby's always seemed to be able to put their differences aside.

"Michael, you go and bring John and Esme to Small Heath tomorrow morning.", Tommy ordered, making you look up from the card with the black hand lying on the kitchen table.

"I'm going with him.", you said, standing up from your chair. "No, you're not."

"I didnt ask for your permission, Thomas."

Although his face didn't move at all, you could see the anger rise in his light blue eyes in response to your sudden disobedience.

"Michael won't be able to convince them on his own, you know that."

Obviously fed up with the fact that you would do it anyways, Tommy reluctantly agreed to you going with Michael to get John and Esme.

When the door of the little cottage opened, you imagined a much different welcome than what you were greeted with.

The moment Esme opened the door and saw Michael and you, she closed it immediately with a short 'Fuck off'.

"Esme, open the door!", Michael called out, knocking at the door. "Fuck off or I will strangle you with my own hands.", your sister in law yelled, almost making you laugh if it wasn't a matter of life and death.

The voice of your brother interrupted Esme's ramble hort after and a few seconds later the door opened, to reveal a rather annoyed John.

"Hey Johnny boy.", you grinned, trying to ease up the tensed atmosphere. "What is it, Y/N? Michael."

Your cousin reached into his coat pocket, showing the black hand to John. "Looks familiar?"

"Michael, just-" Reaching into your own pocket, you revealed the black hand, adressed to yourself. "Fucking italians.", John muttered at the realization that you also received a threat.

"You need to come back to Small Heath, John." "t's the only way to assure everyone's safe.", you added, ignoring the sarcastic laughter escaping Esme's throat.

"I won't allow some fucking mobsters to chase me away from my own fucking property, Y/N."

"John, please, you need to listen to us.", you tried to reason with your brother, his cheeky responses which you normally loved, suddenly making you angry.

John clicked his tongue and gave you a sarcastic grin. "What? You're afraid for me?"

"We're family, we need to-" "No!", Esme insisted, startling you with her sudden furious reaction.

"John, I and the children are the only family we need. We don't need the Shelby's."

"But Esme, Tommy said-" John had to physically stop his wife from jumping at your throat.

"Don't you dare say his name. We don't need Tommy to feel save and we also don't need his fucking puppets to come and tell us what to do."

"Esme...", your brother laid a hand on his wife's shoulder trying to calm her down. "No, I've had enough, John. He thinks he can control everyone around him, to the point where he even sends out his little sister to do his work. Why isn't HE here to tell us to come back to Small Heath, hm? Because he fucking doesn't care, John!"

You were shocked by her words, but much more of the fact that John didn't try to interfere.

"John, please.", you begged, looking up at your older brother, hoping to change his mind.

The blonde grimaced, before he sighed. "Esme, get the kids."

"What?", your sister in law and you exlaimed at the same time. "Love, if it's the only way to protec-", John started to explain himself, but was interrupted by the shrieking sound of braking tires.

What happened next would be filed under the worst day of your life.

The moving cars on the street next to the house suddenly stopped. Bales of hay were knocked off of them to reveal a bunch of armed men pointing their weapons at your group.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

John pushed Esme inside the house and while he was only able to get his wife to safety, he tried to shield you with his body. The overwhelming noise of guns and screams was deafening.

One of the bullets hit you by surprise, digging itself into the flesh of your shoulder. The sudden impact making you lose balance and throwing you to the ground.

And although John got to his gun quickly to stand his ground, he wasn't able to withstand the number of men and the force of the bullets hitting him.

As quickly as they came, the men were fast to disappear, leaving behind a scene of horror and death.

The smell of gunpowder still hung in the air, when you found yourself able to move again.

"John? John!", the frequent screams of Esme reached your ear, sudden fear rushing through your body.

You tried to fade out the throbbing pain in your shoulder as you crawled to the place where your brother laid motionless, his shirt already soaked in a thick, red liquid.

As a wave of panic hit you, you tried to press the fabric of your coat on the wounds were the bullets hit your brother, trying to stop the flow of blood. "There's too much blood.", Esme said, her voice hoarse and nothing more than a whisper as you both realized that it was too late.

Desperately you grabbed his soaked shirt, yelling for him to stand up or at least open his eyes.

"Y/N."

No, not him.

"Y/N."

Not John.

"Y/N!", a harsh voice brought you back to reality and looked up to meet the icy blue eyes of Tommy.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" You flinched slightly when he grabbed your shoulders, examining your face and the bandage around your shoulder, making you remember what happend after the shooting ended.

The police and ambulance were quick to arrive, after a neighbor heard the shooting and it also didn't take long for the rest of the Shelby's to get notice of the event.

Michael had been sent straight to the operating room, because of the severity of his injuries.

You've been lucky. The doctor told you that the bullet went straight through, leaving you only with a bandage and lots of pain killers to help you numb the pain and your feelings.

Tommys hands embraced your face, gently wiping away a silent tear, you hadn't noticed until now.

"It's not your fault, Y/N/N." You slowly shook your head as the tears streamed down your cheeks.

"He used himself as a fucking shield to protect me, Tommy. If I weren't there or if I've been quicker to-" "You know that's not true." You looked down to your hands, still feeling the warm and sticky blood of your brother on them. How the police and ambulance had to physically remove Esme and you from his motionless body, so they could cover him with a white blanket.

"He was about to go with us, Tommy.", you said, your whole body violently shaking from the sobs escaping your throat.

Wrapping his arms around you, Tommy pulled you closer, softly stroking your hair.

"It's okay. We'll get through this together, sweetheart."

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #shelby sister #shelby reader #shelby!sister #shelby!reader

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lupinblacktheone · 3 years

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What we want, have and need - chapter 10

Notes: This is the tenth chapter of the of the Lawrusso and Sam/Robby long fic that I'm posting on AO3 and on Tumblr. You can read the next chapters on AO3 or the previous chapters on Tumblr here. I hope you enjoy this!

Ready, set, fight - part 1

"You have got to win this thing", Robby holds her hands. "You're my father's star student. Winning this tournament is important to him."

She lets him see his bright smile.

"Do you mean you care about your old man?", her eyes shine and Robby smiles.

"This was the whole point, ain't I right? Showing them that we want to spend more time with them and that we care about them?"

"By doing quite the opposite", she sighs. "We'll work it out. Somehow. And tomorrow... tomorrow we'll prove to good old LaRusso and Lawrence that we didn't fall far from the tree, but we won't take the same steps."

"If Karate turns out not to be your thing, please consider being a speaker for a living. You clearly have what it takes."

Sam laughs as Robby hugs her, getting her legs in the air. They do some sparring, just for fun - according to Sam, it also helps with focus.

"I have to go", Robby grabs his backpack. "I don't want my father asking any questions. See you tomorrow."

"See ya."

They barely get some rest in that night. They keep texting each other - and their dojo mates - hoping that many asses will be kicked. Before closing her eyes for three hours or so, Sam types Robby a last "goodnight."

The next morning, they wake up at dawn. She goes exercising at the beach and Robby hides in the pool house.

The last thing he wants is to face Sam in the tournament, because he knows he will back off, leading Sam to win a well-deserved trophy to Cobra Kai. But he wants to win, he has to win, in order that Johnny sees that his son is good at Karate, just like him.

"Already up?", says Daniel, when Robby’s training some attack moves. "Why don't you do some push-ups? Just remember to save a little energy and breath, ok?"

"Yes, Sensei!"

Looking at the baby Sam picture, he goes up and down on his hands. Robby can still feel her within his arms, talking about how things will go. He just hopes she's right.

“Robby? Can you spare a moment?”

The boy gladly gets up and walks to the sensei. He’s holding a simple package, which he hands to the student.

“I think you’re ready for this.”

It’s a white gi, with a bonsai sewed on the back. He knows his eyes are shinning and his eyelids are wet. He can’t fight the will of hugging Daniel. For a moment, he feels like he could give up the tournament now, he’s already happy with the gi his sensei gave him.

A flame ignites inside him. He’s contended, yes, but he will go to the tournament. Johnny has to see him wearing this.

“Now let’s kick some ass.”

***

Sam politely ignores all texts she gets. Her friends know she's busy training and her dad doesn't have to know a thing. The only text she reads is Robby's.

<3 Rob(ery): It doesn't matter what happens today, I'll be there 4 u. I always will.

Sam kind of: How am I supposed to fight when u r being this cute?

<3 Rob(ery): I'm sure u'll work sth out.

Sam kind of: Why r we friends again?

<3: Rob(ery): Cause I'm clever and hot.

It's time for the pre-tournament meeting at the dojo. Johnny and Miguel are already there and that's all. Everybody else is absent.

"Thank you for joining us, LaRusso", Sensei greets her. "Before you ask, this meeting is only for the two of you", he looks in their eyes. "Kreese will aim you with his best soldiers, it means Nichols, Kyler and his newest addition…"

“We know he joined The Fist”, Miguel says. The phrase tastes like bile.

Sam nods and makes a confused face.

"Yeah, I don't get how this happened either. Anyways, I called you here to talk about the third rule."

"No mercy", Miguel reads the wall.

"Kreese wants them to never show mercy. Under any circumstances. So, beware: never lose sight of them. Not even if you win. And they might use illegal moves, so do not fear blocking."

"Yes, Sensei!"

They drive to the gym and meet the Cobra Kais at the hall. Sam and Miguel fill in some forms while Johnny informs the others that Hawk won't join them.

The Cobra Kai kids know how to make an entrance, Robby thinks as he sees Sam and her mates get on the tatami. She is so beautiful on the black suit, showing her muscled shoulders.

Everybody claps when they finish screaming: "Cobra Kai!"

The next dojo is Topanga, but their moment is not that cool, so Robby focuses on Sam. She's searching for Daniel... and she finds him. Robby's sensei is truly confused. He doesn't know what to do or to say. But Robby knows what he ought to do. He looks up to his father.

The sharp brown eyes find the round green ones. When he got that sort of look as a child, Robby knew he messed up big time, but now? Johnny's disappointed.

The kid maintains his posture upright. He'll deal with that later. All of his attention will belong exclusively to Sam from now on.

She waits by Robinson's side and then she’s called to face a Topanga kid. She wins with no sweat. Of course her sensei shows approval, but the smile at Daniel's face is a surprise.

After that, Tory Nichols takes the smallest Cobra Kai student down just as fast as Sam. Robby notices his father seems a little nervous about Nichols.

It’s time for Robby’s first fight. Robinson hits him in the ribs. Robby gives her a classic stomach punch. The girl gives him a hard time, but he wins the third point – Robby swears he sees Johnny giving him a firm nod.

“You’re a great fighter, Robby”, Daniel says. Robby looks up and sees that encouraging smile, hoping his face isn’t giving him away.

Hawk don’t even think before finishing Demetri. Sam’s heart falls and it’s hard for her to watch the next combats.

It’s time for Kreese’s students to show off lots of precise strikes (Daniel is pretty sure that Kyler tried to break Mitch’s neck). The Topanga sensei is clearly worried too, but somehow, Kreese has the right of bringing his students and methods to the tournament.

Johnny doesn’t recognize any of the moves Kreese taught him on these children. They are more brutal and instantaneous than Dutch would ever be.

After Chris takes a Topanga boy down, the competitors are given a break while the board with the next phase fights is put up.

“Sensei, can I talk to someone on other dojo?”, Robby asks.

“I don’t see why not, but don’t take too long, ok?”

He makes a loose salute and crosses the gym, waving to someone in a distance.

Sam notices the boy approaching her group. She quickly flees to the locker room and shoves him to an empty closet.

“What is wrong with you?”, she asks, laughing. “Your father almost saw us!”

“I know, but I really don't care about it right now.”

“And what do you care about right now?”

“What you just did out there. That was amazing! You totally rocked that girl.”

“That little kid? Pffft. You should see what I have planned to the finals.”

“I just hope I don’t feel it.”

An announcement echoes on the speakers and they sneak back to their places.

“Is everything alright?”, Johnny mutters to Sam.

“Perfect, sensei.”

They first put Kyler against a Topanga student who doesn’t stand a chance. Kreese’s student has won the crowd’s favor. Everybody is cheering for him. He takes the opponent down, but after a handful of warnings due to illegal contacts, Kyler is expelled from the tournament.

Then, Robby is called to face Kreese’s third-favorite pupil.

“Don’t be afraid”, Daniel whispers in Robby’s ear. “You can do this.”

He answers with a single nod and steps to the tatami. The crowd is equally cheering for him and Hawk. Robby catches a glimpse of Sam’s smile and he indulges himself a smile too.

“Face me. Bow”, the referee says. “Face each other. Bow.”

Robby leans a bit and gets on a fighting position. Hawk strikes, but it’s not hard enough to knock Robby out. So, Robby draws a left kick that breaks his opponent’s steadiness. His flag – the red one – is risen. Hawk’s next move is a throat punch. Robby falls down to the ground. The white flag gets up. Robby isn’t properly up when a foot hits him. Again, the white flag.

“Keep focus”, Daniel whispers from his corner.

Robby blocks a punch and goes for his nose. The referee calls a break so Hawk can have his nose checked by his sensei.

One more glimpse of Sam, who isn’t among the calmest people on this gym, but she’s way steadier than Hawk. She winks discreetly. Something cools down inside the young Lawrence. This is all he needs.

Robby stops for a moment, breathing in and out slowly for a single second. Hawk gets closer to him, ready to strike.

That day in the woods, Robby’s second-favorite Karate class, about balance. Standing on a gigantic tree and perform all the moves he knew so far was as effective as Daniel expected.

His right hand reaches the tatami. Breathe in. Breathe out. His legs are in the air, as well as his left hand. He swings back slightly and goes full power at Hawk’s chest. Red flag. He gets up.

He’s in the semifinals! The crowd is shouting his name! This feeling in his heart has a little bit of John Lennon added to Justin Bieber. Robby Lawrence will be the king of the Karate world, just like his sensei was before him, and everybody – including his goddamn father – will know about this.

During this short moment of glory, Hawk strikes his opponent’s shoulder first, hard and without showing a little piece of mercy.

Robby doesn’t scream as he goes down, he just cries and holds his arm.

No one would ever think he is being a pussy or weak. No one except Kreese, of course. The old man looks at Johnny, who is standing beside the LaRusso girl, his new favorite student. The kid is putting such an effort into keeping the man still, but his emotional and paternal side urges too loud of her to control. He sprints to the tatami and kneels down by his son’s side.

“Robby! Robby! Son, look at me.”

It doesn’t seem like Robby heard that. He’s too busy trying to comfort his hurt shoulder. Kreese gets less interested in this until the other guy steps up. Yeah, calling him “the other guy” could be considered an insult, because that’s the one and only Daniel LaRusso.

Robby crawls up to his master, whining something like:

“Help me.”

“Take care of him, will you?”

Daniel gives a short nod as an answer then he lifts Robby up and takes him to the locker room. Johnny goes back to Sam’s side glaring daggers at Kreese.

It’s announced that Robby has fifteen minutes to come back, otherwise, he’ll be disqualified.

“Well done, kid”, the old man whispers to his pupil.

***

“I didn’t want you to found out like this.”

“Find what out?”

“About my dad.”

Daniel doesn’t answer right away. Digesting this piece of news will take some time. Since that injury can’t wait that longer, he rubs his hands against each other while Robby watches it, confused.

He knows he can’t cure the boy with a weird ancient ritual like Mr. Miyagi used to do, but at least, the kid gives a little chuckle when Daniel looks at him with pride and peace in his eyes and says:

“Medic! Is there a medic?”

The paramedics don’t take more than a moment to puts his bones back in the socket and allow him to continue in the competition.

“I’m going back there.”

“Robby, you don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I have. He needs to see me fighting.”

“He already saw you. There’s nothing more you have to prove”, not that you had to prove anything to anyone in the first place.

Unfortunately, Robby isn’t listening anymore.

#The karate kid #Cobra Kai #Daniel LaRusso #Johnny Lawrence #Lawrusso #Robby Keene #Sam LaRusso #Sam/Robby #Robby/Sam #fanfic #writing #mine #samrobby

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