#Tan Kai

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved (2024?)

TRAILER：首发😍狠狠期待成毅与李一桐执剑相爱 | 狐妖小红娘王权篇 Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved | 成毅 李一桐 | ✦ 爱奇艺东方奇幻 ✦

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5My6-JFwvqA

[aishiteru-kenshin]

Raven of The Inner Palace | 後宮の烏 | Kōkyū no Karasu

[binging-asian-dramas]

Legally Romance 7/8

Story: 8

Acting: 10

Chemistry: 10

Comparable to: Lost Romance (Taiwanese); Forever Love (cdrama)

As much as I love both actors, especially Tao, this series for me was very uneven. The first half I actually didn’t care for as much as I did as the last half which is unusual since it’s usually the other way around. I think it had a lot to do with how the female was written with the storyline. The whole plot resolves on “dreams” with a twist (don’t want to give away spoilers for those who still haven’t seen it yet) Now the chemistry between both leads are amazing to a point. I do feel Tao has more of a lovey-dovey feel to him then Song Zu Er especially in the first half, where Zu Er’s character is more stand-off’ish. There’s much more of a connection in the second half between them when her ‘dream’ ends. Overall it’s a nice pleasant unique romcom with a few hiccups here and there.

[academyofbrokenhearts]

I love that he's not begging for the right to marry her but for her right to be free.

Words cannot express how much I love this.

Because it shows that his love is genuine; he puts her wishes above his, and values her independence and her right to choose way more than his wants.

They are truly made for each other.

I love that he's not begging for the right to marry her but for her right to be free.

AAAAAA

And clearly, emperor does not agree but he shows up at the wedding anyway, ready to interrupt.

And then he sees the veiled bridge clutching the man and I love smart people - he realizes DZ never would so it's not her!

Those two, I can't!!!!

[daimiyamoto]

LEWIS TAN

COBRA KAI Blood In Blood Out

[extinctlesspains]

ᗪᗩTIᑎᘜ ՏᗴᑎՏᗴI ᗯOᒪᖴ ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎOᑎՏ

- ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs sғᴡ, ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs -

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

- sғᴡ, ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs

- ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

- ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

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sғᴡ

- ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ, sᴏғᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ: ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, ʜᴇ’s ᴄᴏʟᴅ, sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴡᴀᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜɪs ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ. ʜᴇ’s sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀs, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ, sᴏғᴛᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ.

- ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ: ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ sʜɪғᴛs—ᴊᴀᴡ ᴄʟᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ, ᴀʀᴍs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ, sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴡᴏʟғ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

- ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴀᴋᴇs sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ-ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsɪsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ.

- ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ғᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴅs (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ): ᴡᴏʟғ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs sᴀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ ʜɪᴛs. sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪᴋᴇ “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ” ᴏʀ “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ” ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

- ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs: ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴜsʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏs—ғɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ. ɪᴛ’s ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅs ʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ.

- ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ: ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ’s ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ—sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ɢʟᴀʀᴇs, sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ sᴏ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ’s sᴜғғᴏᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴡᴏʟғ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғɪɴᴅs ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ. ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʀᴀsᴘʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ. ᴀ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ. ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢғᴜʟ “ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- sᴏғᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ: ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ’s ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ʀᴇʟᴀx. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴘ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴs ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀʀᴍs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ɴᴏsᴇ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ. ɪᴛ’s ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ—ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.

- ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴇ: ɪғ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, ɴᴏ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’s ɪɴ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ɪᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ʜᴇ’s ʏᴏᴜʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇ��� ʏᴏᴜ.

ɴsғᴡ

- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴍɪʀᴋ: ᴡᴏʟғ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’s ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʟᴏᴡ, ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ sᴍɪʀᴋ, ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ʀᴀsᴘ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.” ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴍᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs sᴏғᴛ ʟɪᴄᴋs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ.

- ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛs… ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ: sᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ? ᴜɴʙᴇᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʀᴍ—ʜᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ. ʜɪs ʙᴏɴᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀss ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴅᴏᴡɴ? ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs, “ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇ?” ɪᴛ's ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴄᴋ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ.

- ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ: ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴜsᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs—ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄʀᴏᴛᴄʜ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ—ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ? ᴏʜ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ's ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴀsᴘs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ? ʟᴇᴛ’s sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ sǫᴜɪʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.”

- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ: ᴡᴏʟғ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs—ʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟs ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ’s ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ” ᴏʀ ᴀ ғɪʀᴍ “sᴛᴀʏ sᴛɪʟʟ” ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ’s ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴇɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ."sᴛᴏᴘ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ." ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ.

- ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ—sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ɢʟᴀʀᴇs, ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ sɪᴍᴍᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀs. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢʀɪᴛs ᴏᴜᴛ, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs?” ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀs, ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘᴜsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

- ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ: ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜɪs ᴅᴇʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴛʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ sʟᴏᴡ, ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜ, ɢʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜssʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ,” ʜᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴀʟ.

- ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ: ᴡᴏʟғ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ? ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ, sᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛs? ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ’s ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʜᴜsᴋʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡʟs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?” ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ’s ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʟʟs.

ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs

- “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴏғᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ… ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- “ᴛᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?” (sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’s sᴍɪʀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɪᴛ.)

- “sᴛᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ… ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ.”

- “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ. ɪғ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs, ʏ’ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?” (ɢʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ʜɪs ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ.)

- “ᴛᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.” (ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ.)

- “ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴅ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ, ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ.”

- “ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇssᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴅᴏᴊᴏ.”

- “ᴡʜᴀᴛ?” (ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴍɪʀᴋs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴜʜ?” (ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ.)

- “ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.”

- “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ? ᴄᴜᴛᴇ. ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.” (ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴡ.)

- “ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ғɪɴɪsʜ.” (ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ɢʟɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇ sᴀʏs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜsʜ ʜɪᴍ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏɴᴇ.” (ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪғ ɪᴛ ʀᴜɪɴs ʜɪᴍ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ.” (sᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ��ᴏᴜɢʜ, ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.)

- “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.” (ᴛᴡᴏ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ.)

- “ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ. sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs.” (ᴀʀᴍs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ, ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛᴇᴅ, sᴍɪʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ—ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴜɴʟᴇss ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.”

[writings-of-a-demigod]

“Hey, I got you some ice cream”

You heard the voice of Jim Street next to you as he held the ice cream in front of your face making you smile.

“Thanks” you took the ice cream “What’s the occasion?”

“You were complaining how hot it was today, so I thought about getting you ice cream while we took a call.” He explained smiling.

You let out a dramatic gasp with an open mouth “Officer Street are you telling me that while your team was out there chasing a criminal you went to get ice cream?”

He chuckles at you “No, I meant after”

As you were eating the ice cream “Well it’s ice cream I don’t care if some bad guy was running around the city I have the best thing known to man.”

Street knew your love for ice cream so he knows this would make your day, Deacon and Hondo made their way to you as they heard your statement.

“Don’t let Higgs hear you saying that.” Hondo said as he chuckles.

“He would think you would sell the entire LAPD for ice cream if someone bribed you.” Deacon commented.

You looked at him as you ate “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t do that.”

The man stood there shocked, that’s when you, Street and Hondo burst into laughter. All through the day after every call one of the guys got you something, you got ice cream, iced coffee, smoothie whatever it was it was cold and you were thankful for that. At the end of the day when your shift ended you were in pain as you were making your way out of the building, the guys were in front of you when Luca turned to look at you.

“What’s wrong with you? You don’t look good.” He tells you.

Everyone turned to look at you.

“I think all the things I got today kind of effected my stomach” you tell them “Next time I complain of the heat just throw me in an ice bath okay” you groan.

They laughed at your comment and Luca gave you a pill to help with the stomachache.

A/N: finally wrote something.

[hs-is-loml]

Secret Never Meant To Be Told. (s.w)

Pairing: Sensei Wolf/Feng Xiao x Fem!Reader

Summary: A former Cobra Kai/Miyagi-Do student joins the Iron Dragons, intent on uncovering more about Terry Silver. But along the way, she finds herself drawn to someone she never expected. Her new sensei. Fast forward to the Sekai Taikai, and her carefully balanced double life begins to crack. When Wolf catches her speaking to someone she shouldn’t, suspicion flares, forcing a confrontation she isn’t ready for.

Type: one-shot

Warnings: READER IS LEGAL AGE, age-gap, minor slow burn for a one-shot, everyone knows except for them, forbidden kiss, friendship with Axel because he needs a friend, UNEDITED.

a/n: i'm back with my latest hyper-fixation. i also didn’t expect this to be this long, but i hope you all enjoy! 

Word Count: 5.4k

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Your phone buzzes in your hand while you’re waiting to board the plane to Barcelona, and you notice Robby’s contact pop up on the screen. You hesitantly look around to see if anyone who would get you in trouble is around but find no one aside from Axel near, you decide to answer the call. “Cover for me for a few?” you whisper to Axel while standing up from your seat.

“Yeah, be quick.” Axel nods reassuringly to you.

“Y/n? You there?” Robby’s concerned voice comes through the phone. You hear in the background, “Dude, I told you it wouldn’t be a good time to call!” sounding like Miguel.

“Yes. Sorry, just making sure I won’t get caught,” you mutter in a low voice, finding an empty spot near the gate. “I can’t talk for long. I board in 15 mins.”

“I’m with Miguel right now, and we just wanted to check in on you. How are you holding up?” 

You let out a sigh before a small smile settles on your lips, “As good as I can be. Sore as hell, though Wolf’s no joke with training. He has Axel and me up by 5 a.m. every day to train for the past two week since he’s named us captains.” You look over your shoulder to see Axel signaling to you to hurry up. “Silver hasn’t shown up in the dojo lately, but he keeps in contact with me for updates on the tournament. He’s meeting us in Barcelona on the first day of full events.”

“I wish we could do something to help you, Y/n. They’ve been keeping you on this too long,” Robby says, frustrated with his dad and Mr. LaRusso. “Be safe, okay? We’ll see you soon,” and the line goes dead.  

When you turn around to start heading back, you’re met with Wolf’s hard stare piercing into you as he approaches Axel and your seats. You see him say something to Axel but can’t make out the words.  

“Personal call?” Wolf questioned you in a dry, unimpressed voice as you sat back down. “I thought I said no distractions,” he leaned down to coldly mutter close to your ear while placing a firm grip on your shoulder, causing you to lean back and meet his eyes again.

“It wasn’t one, Sensei,” you answered through the loud announcements to tell passengers that boarding would start soon, causing him to release his tight grip and sneer while walking away from you.

Axel let out a breath of relief next to you, “Always lucky. If that were me, I would’ve paid the price by now.”

“Axel-” You warn.

“I am just saying no one could get away with the things you do,” he remarked while grabbing both your bags and leading the way to the plane entrance. “I mean, come on. He let it go, just like that? No way. Not to mention he doesn’t even like it when we’re too close together.”

While we were waiting for the people in front of us to find their seats, my neck snapped to turn to him taken aback by what he just said, “Now, you’re going too far-” I scoffed.

“Am I?” Axel breathed down by your ear pressing closer to your back with his front. “Look up.”

Sparked by curiosity, you tilt your chin up and look around the plane and find Wolf’s icy glare already on you and Axel. You look long enough to see him clench his jaw. “I’m still not getting your point...”

“You will soon enough. He’ll snap sooner rather than later,” he let out a deep chuckle. 

You stand next to Axel and Zara, waiting for your bags to come out. Zara points out her luggage to Axel, asking if he can help her get it, leaving you alone waiting for your suitcase. You see it finally drop down to the conveyor belt and you wait for it to come around to your side. You lean down to reach for the handle, but you see a tattooed hand grab it for you. “I could’ve taken it.”

“I’m sure you could,” Wolf smirked, setting your bag down beside you before walking off.

Before you can think too much about what just happened, your phone screen lights up with a new message from Miguel saying landing in 3 hours! sensei larusso said that he’ll text you our room numbers later if you find a moment to get away from the team

You hear your name being called, so you begin walking over to the team and like Miguel’s message before putting your phone away. “Texting a boyfriend?” Zara teased, raising her eyebrow to you in curiosity. 

You turn to glare at her before replying, “Wouldn’t you love to know.”

“Can’t have our captain distracted with a long-distance boyfriend, now can we?” she questioned back as the team started to make their way to the bus that was taking everyone to the hotel.

“Enough, Zara, keep your voice down,” you warned, giving her a pointed look.

“I don’t know how you got the captain’s spot after suddenly showing up a few months ago, but I won’t have you embarrassing us during the tournament.”

“If I remember it correctly, I beat you for this spot,” you reminded her before making your way to sit next to Axel, who saved you a spot near the front of the bus.

“Do you always have to argue? Is it an American thing?” Axel shook his head at you in amusement as you settled in your seat. “You know I think you would be happier if you just ignored her.”

You scoffed lightly. “I need some type of entertainment, and it just so happens that arguing is the most interesting thing that happens around here.” 

The speakers boom as Gunther begins his introduction for the Sekai Taikai, “Welcome, competitors, senseis, sponsors, and esteemed guests to Barcelona, this year's home of the world's greatest karate tournament, the Sekai Taikai.” He pauses as loud cheering erupts in the arena room. “The Sekai Taikai boasts a rich and proud history. And if you are here, it's because you embody all that the Sekai Taikai stands for. Leadership, respect, sportsmanship. Captains, step forward and tie on your headbands.”

The room tensed the moment the captains stepped forward onto the mat. Conversations stuttered, eyes narrowing as teammates straightened their shoulders. You glanced at Axel before he gave you a nod of reassurance. You center the headband in your hands then raising to your forehead to tie it back. 

“Captains, you will have the honor and privilege to compete in our televised tournament of champions. But that is only if your dojo does well enough in our team competitions to make it to the final four. Once the tournament is over, we will then tally all the points your dojos have earned. The dojo with the most points wins the Sekai Taikai. Team events begin tomorrow,” Gunther adds to his speech. “Each event counts. They will all be a surprise. But today, it's about enjoying our host city and making new friends.”

You break your focus away from Gunther speaking and catch Tory’s stare. You felt your pulse jump. It takes you aback for a moment, realizing what gi she has on. Even more so when you look behind her to see John Kreese smirking back at you. 

“We have a field trip arranged for our competitors. And for our senseis, a cocktail mixer with our distinguished sponsors, some of the world's finest martial arts brands. It's a beautiful day to make a first impression. And I suggest you enjoy it, because tomorrow, your lives will change forever. Good luck, and welcome to the Sekai Taikai!” Gunther finished sending everyone off to figure out where to go next. 

You planned not to go on the stupid field trip and instead find some solace in your hotel room, but by the looks of it, Wolf knew what you were thinking to do. “I’m not going.”

“You will go,” you could tell in his voice that there wasn’t any room for you to argue. “You will represent the team and show you are better than every single one of them. I saw that girl who surprised you from the Cobra Kai dojo. I will not have you show any weaknesses. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sensei,” you hissed out in reply. 

“Good girl. Now go make sure the team comes back in time for last-minute training after dinner tonight,” he murmured, his voice dipping slightly. 

“Y/n!” you glance behind you to see who called your name, to find Tory alone in by the aquarium with you. 

“Tory-” you breathed out in ease. You quickly approach the girl and pull her into a quick embrace. “I heard what happened. I’m so sorry about your mom.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, Tory. Don’t do that to yourself. It’s okay to not be okay,” you leaned back to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.”

“You couldn’t have known,” she shook her head and looked down before telling you, “I think I made a mistake coming here. I’ve ruined every relationship I have by coming here with Cobra Kai.”

“I understand why you did it, and I don’t blame you for it. You deserve the spot of being captain. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

“They hate me-”

“No. They just need to get over themselves and realize this isn’t about them.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“Me too, Tory. It’s been hell being in Hong Kong these past few months, but I don’t regret it,” you admitted to her. “The training they have us do is on another level. Not to mention, Silver trusts me more now, away from everyone.”

“I’m sure it helps that your other sensei likes you,” she told you jokingly.

You let out a small snort, “No.”

“Oh, I saw the way he pulled you to the side earlier after we were dismissed from the introduction ceremony…” she revealed, but before she could continue, you heard a loud commotion, causing you to dart away from Tory to see what was going on.

You come to find people crowded together and see Robby talking to a guy from Cobra Kai, “What, I gotta kick above that line?” you heard Robby ask.

“Oh, what have you gotten yourself into,” you muttered under your breath. “Robby,” you called out in warning, catching people's attention in the room. 

You felt a nudge at your side, “You know him?” Zara points to Robby with a smirk, “Wanna introduce me?” Axel stood next to her and gave you a look of disapproval. You ignored 

At first, Robby didn’t really notice her. But then, his eyes flicked back. For a second, it was enough to make him forget what he was about to say. The others behind him let their gaze flicker over their old teammate with careful neutrality, lingering just long enough for a silent exchange. Miguel looked over like he wanted to say something but knew it wasn’t the right time. “Y/n,” Robby muttered lowly, but the silence in the room allowed for many to hear, confirming any suspicions of us knowing each other. “I got this,” he said before taking a step back to focus on his kick. He landed higher than the rest, but as you side-glanced to the Cobra Kai guys, you could tell they weren’t worried. 

Before Kwon goes up to make his kick, you blurt out, “Care to make things interesting and let me go after you? I get the rooms if you lose, and you get two if I do.”

“For you, princess, sure,” he smirked at you doubting your abilities. He chalked his shoe and kicked, which landed higher than Robby’s. You knew this was a risky call, given the circumstances. “All you, now.”

Axel exhaled sharply, shaking his head just enough to make a point. Next to him, Zara had muscle twitched in her jaw with her expression screaming, ‘Are you serious?’ You just hoped deep down no one would tell Wolf about this once you guys got back, but you knew better than to hope for such things. You took a running start and grunted, “Ais!” as you kicked the board. You let out a heavy breath as you land back on your feet. 

“No way…” you heard someone say.

“Unbelievable,” Zara let out in disbelief. 

“Who is she?” “Did you see that??” “I didn’t know someone could kick that high.” “What dojo is she from?” murmurs filled the room, causing you to look at your mark that was just above Kwon’s kick. You let out a laugh and smirked at the Cobra Kai guys while holding out your hand for their cards. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave your bags in the hallway,” you grinned, taking the hotel cards. 

People started to flow out of the space, and you let out a yelp of surprise as Miguel and Hawk took you in their arms in cheers. “Oh, thank god you were here.”

“Had to make sure you idiots didn’t get yourselves in trouble,” you laughed. “It seems I was cutting it a bit close on timing. Anyway, here are their hotel cards. I don’t need it.”

“You don’t want your own room?” Demetri questioned while Robby took the cards from your hand.

“No. I have my own room already,” you told them.

They raise their eyebrows at you skeptically, and Miguel asks you, “How’d you manage that?”

“Silver is to thank for my room,” you revealed. “He wanted to make sure I had no distractions while I’m here.”

“Of course, he did,” Robby scoffed at the mention of Silver. “What else does that maniac have you do lately?”

“Train until I feel like my legs are going to fall off,” you joked, trying to lighten up the tension. “I know he has people watching me to make sure I’m 'on track' with progress. He reminds me every time that if I lose here, that won’t be the worst thing I experience-”

“You’ve got to tell Sensei LaRusso and Lawerence about this,” Miguel butts in concern.

“I can handle this, Miguel. I’m already too far in. Anyway, I got to go and make sure my team is back in time for training. I’ll see you guys out on the mat, okay?” I turn walking away from them.

It was late. Too late for training, but no one dared to complain. Tomorrow was the first of team events, and every second counted. “Just wait until Sensei Wolf hears about what you pulled earlier,” Zara sneered at you loudly as the team filled the space.

Wolf entered the room looking directly at you, “Hear about what?”

“Nothing. I did what you said to do earlier. I showed them I’m better,” you said, voice firm and unwavering while crossing your arms in front of you. 

“And how did you do that?” he walked up until he was close enough to stare down at you.

“I won. Doesn’t matter how.”

“Fine,” he backed off before turning back to face everyone in the room. “Tomorrow will be the first day of team events. You will all show them we do not lose. That we are invincible.”

“Yes, Sensei,” people responded around the room. The team dropped into fighting stances, getting ready as they launched into synchronized movements, their punches and kicks slicing through the air. You’re faced against Zara, who lunges at you. Managing to block her attempt, you, in a blur of motion, struck back with a controlled sweep to her legs. Zara barely had time to react before she hit the mat, hard.

Sensei Wolf circled them like a predator, his sharp eyes scanning for weakness. When someone faltered, he noticed. He always noticed. He tsked in disappointment as Zara pushed herself off the mat. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, bitch,” she spat out at you.

“I don’t think I will.” your eyes met Sensei’s, and he gave a sharp nod. 

Wolf studied you for a long moment before speaking. “Again. All of you. Faster. No hesitation.”

We stood stone-faced as Gunther introduced the round of events. “Welcome to our first event. I hope you’re all well-rested and ready for a new and unique competition. We call it the “Captain’s War.” We told you how important your captains will be, So let’s see how well you protect them.” From the corner of your eye, you see Miyagi-Do look at each other nervously. “Four dojos will take the mat. Only one will be left standing. If you hit the mat, you’re out. If one of your captains hits the mat, your entire team is out for this round. Check the boards to see your group, decided by random draw. Group A, you’re up.”

“You know what to do,” Wolf growled as he gripped onto mine and Axel’s arms. He let go of Axel, pulled me back for a moment, and leaned down to my ear, “Let them come to you. Then, take them out. Don’t let them get back up.”

You listen for the other dojos' plans for attack and take note of Kwon’s as he tells his team, “We take Miyagi-Do first. They're weakest. Let them come to us. Then we fight the other dojos.” You already know that won’t work, and Tory knows it too.

You switched your attention to Miyagi-Do and saw the words “Protect the egg” fall from Miguel’s mouth. “Ready? Begin!” Gunther booms from the speakers.

You stay back with your team as you watch the others take each other out one by one. You can tell that Miyagi-Do won’t last long when Tory breaks straight through their front line. Everyone can see the team arguing with each other, unable to agree on their next move. The other Cobra Kai members went after another opposing team. None of them seemed to notice us as we stood tall, waiting for our moment.

“Falchi Della Notte captain down. They are out. Only Cobra Kai and the Iron Dragons remain alive,” came through the announcers.

“All six are still standing,” Tory mumbled in disbelief. 

“What is your strategy now?”

“Same as before. We’re outnumbered two to one. Pierce the front line, go straight for the captain,” you hear her say to the two guys while she looks directly at you. 

“Okay.”

No words were needed between you and Tory but the tight line of your mouth said enough. Your teammates break their form as Tory, Kwon, and Yoon begin to charge, halting them mid-in their tracks. “What are they doing?” Sensei Kim questions from the side. You keep eye contact with Tory as your teammates begin to walk around you and Axel. 

“I’ll take the girl. You two get the big guy.”

The fight erupted between the guys. Cobra Kai spread out trying to divide and conquer, but they realized it didn’t matter that they outnumbered us. Axel sidestepped Kwon’s punch with ease, his counterstrike landing hard against the guy’s ribs. A sharp exhale of pain followed, but Axel didn’t give him a second to recover. Then, he switched with a quick sweep to Yoon, and he hit the mat with a solid thud. Tory looked away from you to notice her teammate down. You take a moment to glance at Axel but don’t dare to spare another second looking.

Axel’s expression was calm but calculating. He shot forward like lightning, closing the gap before Kwon could reset. A quick one-two punch to Kwon’s stomach doubled him over, allowing Axel to make the quick grab to push him, and Kwon’s back crashed down, hitting the mat. 

Tory knew she had to play this smart. You were faster, sharper, and you had the skill of waiting for the right moment before attacking. Tory tested the waters first. She sent a quick jab, a feint, then a real strike.

You didn’t even flinch. You weaved between the attacks, your footwork crisp, light as air. Then, you struck. A snap kick that Tory barely blocked in time, stumbling back from the impact. Tory grunted, adjusting her stance. She needed a better approach. She stepped in again, faster, aiming for your ribs, then your head.

Blocked. Blocked.

Tory’s stomach twisted, she could tell you were reading her like a book. Before she could rethink her approach, you made your move. A fake low kick then a switch-up. Tory reacted to the low feint, but you were already airborne. A spinning roundhouse.

The heel of your foot crashed against Tory’s temple. Tory’s vision blurred and her balance wavered. She barely had time to react before you swept her feet out from under her. Tory landed on the mat hard. Hitting it in frustration. 

The crowd’s cheers were distant, muffled beneath the pounding in your ears. The referee’s hand rose to signal the victory, but none of that mattered. Not yet. “Both Cobra Kai captains go down. The Iron Dragons win.”

You turn to look for Wolf and realize he’s already watching you. He smirks at you, giving you a nod of approval. Your stomach flipped, and your breath hitched, your heart slamming against your ribs. The weight of his gaze pinned you in place, more intense than the fight itself.

You make your way to the elevators to head back to your hotel room for a quick shower before the next event. When you were close to reaching the doors, a hand grabbed you from behind you, causing you to yelp before you could realize that it was Miguel pulling you to a private room. 

“Miguel! You can’t do that here!” you screeched, hitting his arms. “I was this close to punching you,” you huffed out while pinching your fingers close together as an example.

Miguel let out a laugh, watching you get worked up. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I just didn’t know when I would get another chance to see you alone. You are either always with the giant brute or your killer sensei. Who, by the way, I think is completely into you.”

“Who? Axel? He’s like the big friendly giant.”

“No, pendeja!” he flicked you on the forehead. “Your sensei! That man never takes his eyes off you. Like, ever.”

“Wolf? No, he’s just like that,” you played off. 

“So he looks at everyone like he wants to devour them?”

“Miguel!”

“What? I’m just stating the obvious here. Which you want to pretend isn’t true.” Your cheeks flush with heat as you think about Wolf. “See, you’re blushing!”

“No, I’m not,” your hand flew to cover your cheeks.

“Whatever. Enough about them. I want to talk about the captain’s war from earlier. I need advice.”

“Like the fact you should’ve been captain and it’s super obvious that Robby isn’t focused because of Tory being Cobra Kai?”

Miguel shook his head in amusement, “Yes, exactly that.”

“I think you guys need to all sort your shit out before you come back onto the mat because it’s ruining you guys from actually having a chance here. Everyone can tell that you’re not together as a team, and they will use that to their advantage every single time.”

“What, like how the Iron Dragons are a team?” he scoffed, remembering how you and Axel took the fight. 

“No, that’s different. Axel and I are enough as captains alone. But you guys have Robby whose head is so far away from the tournament and Sam barely even looks like she wants to be here,” you tried to explain to him. “The rest of you need to work together to make sure they don’t bring you down, unlike how the captain’s war went for you guys today.”

“Bring us down?”

“Miguel, I saw what happened earlier. Everyone did. You took two guys from Cobra Kai at once today, but Robby couldn’t even get past Kwon. I just don’t want to see you fail. I know how much this tournament means to you,” your voice came out sharp, exasperated like you’ve been holding it in for too long. “Forget about Stanford. Forget about the team issues. Forget about everything. Just fight and do it for yourself. Prove to them the leader you are.”

“Okay,” his voice was hesitant, as if unsure of the words. You took it as a sign to pull him back in for another hug, leaning your head on his shoulder, “You should take some of your own advice and do something for yourself,” you heard him murmur into your hair.

“If only it were that easy,” you sighed while pulling away.

“It could be.”

“Not with him. Not with Silver whispering into his ear,” you scoffed at the thought.

“Maybe after all of this then?”

“Maybe,” you said wistfully.

Miguel walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You let them linger in your mind, thinking about the what you were risking by starting something with Wolf. You had a mission while being here. To prove you have what it takes to be a champion, and you weren’t going to let anyone take that away from you. This could risk you everything you worked for these past few months and ruin your cover to learn more about Silver. If Wolf found out, you wouldn’t just be losing your spot in the tournament. You’d lose him before you even had a chance to have him.

But maybe he was worth the risk.

You stepped out of the room and looked around carefully to see if anyone you knew was around. Just your luck, you saw Sensei Wolf talking to a group of what looked like other senseis in the lobby. His eyes flickered to the side, catching you. His head tilted like he was confused or more like processing something. 

You beelined for the elevator in hopes of avoiding him. You were close to making it alone in the elevator, but a foot stopped the doors from closing. To only reveal Wolf with a sinister look written across his face. He stepped in, and the doors closed behind him. He continued to close the gap between you until you were trapped leaning against the wall with your face turned away from him.

His hand flew to your neck, applying a firm but gentle pressure, guiding your gaze back onto him. “What were you doing in that room?” Wolf hummed, eyes scanning your face.

“Needed a moment alone,” you let out quietly.

“Alone?” he drawled. His grip on your throat tightened for a second, and you noticed his jaw clenched with tension.

“Yes.”

“Do you think I am a fool?” he jeered, making no effort to hide his disdain.

“No, sensei,” you replied in a breathy tone as you tried to push yourself more into the wall to gain some distance between you two.

The elevator rang and opened its doors to your floor, and Wolf dragged you into the hallway. His grip now fell onto your wrist, leading you to your hotel room. “Open the door.”

You fumbled around your bag for your keycard. You quickly unlock the door and walk in, setting your bag on the bed. He comes in, slamming the door behind him shut. You stay silent, not knowing what to say that won’t anger him more. You already knew you got caught, but you didn’t know how much he knew.

“I am going to give you one more chance. What were you doing in that room?” his voice ringed with steel behind each word. “Do not lie to me again.” he sounded low but forceful, voice tight with suppressed anger.

You let out a breathe you were holding, rubbing your temples when you answered him with, “Why does it matter? I give you the results you want. So why does it matter what I do?” You were pushing your luck, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving in. 

Wolf let out a single, humorless chuckle, “It matters when I think you’re not here to win.”

“This tournament is everything. I will not fail.”

He closed the distance in two sharp steps, stopping just short of colliding. His breath was warm against your face as he growled, “Then tell me what were you doing in that room.” 

“I was talking to a friend-” your voice failing you at the end as your breath hitched at the close proximity between you two. 

“Friend. Is that why you looked so guilty walking out?” he spat out.

You broke your gaze from him and turned your face away, “Nothing happened.”

“Say that again,” Wolf used his finger to redirect your face to meet his eyes.

“We only talked. Nothing happened.” you were hesitant, paused between words, voice softer than usual.

“Then what are you hiding.”

“Nothing.”

“I SAID DO NOT LIE TO ME AGAIN,” he yelled into your face, making you take a step back until your legs hit against the end of the bed. 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” you tensed.

“And you don’t get to lie to me. So tell me what you were doing with that boy from the pathetic Miyagi-Do,” he sneered. “Wouldn’t want him to get hurt now?”

“He’s nothing, Wolf. He’s just a means to an end,” you explained cautiously, lying through your teeth.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed all the secret looks and phone calls and the constant hiding of your phone from anyone who could see,” Wolf pointed out. “I know you’re hiding something.”

“If you knew then, why do you care now?” your voice was tight, wondering if you really want to the answer to this or not.

“You’re my champion,” he stated slow and deliberately. 

“Yet, I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” you sighed.

“Everything.” Wolf pulled you to him by your hips, making you gulp at the action. You’re holding on by a thread to your self-restraint. His lips broke out in a small smirk that was close enough to brush against your lips, mumbling, “Give in.” 

Your breath was uneven, hot against his skin as you whispered, “I shouldn’t.”

“But you can.” and neither of you moved away.

Instead, he raised one hand to brush his fingers against your jaw, featherlight, as if memorizing the shape of you, as if giving you one last chance to walk away. Your lips parted slightly, a breath caught between want and restraint.

Then it snapped. 

He crashed into you, his lips searing against yours. You gasped into the kiss, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. His grip tightened at your hip, anchoring you to him.

You knew you were being reckless, but at the moment you couldn’t care anymore. You were doing this for yourself. You move your hands to go around his neck to try and pull yourself up to him. The kiss was fast and feverish, making you gasp slightly and allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You kissed until all the breath left your lungs and even then you never wanted him to stop.

His teeth grazed your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands found his hair, pulling it with need. The world blurred around you. The way you fit together like a secret never meant to be told.

Then a noise. A knock against your hotel door.

A reminder of reality.

You tore apart, chests heaving, eyes wild. His lips were red, swollen, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you, something raw and untamed in his gaze.

Heavy silence stretched between you.

“We shouldn’t have-” you started, voice barely a whisper.

His thumb brushed your lip, tracing where his kiss had just been. Claiming.

“I know.” His voice was low, rough. And yet, neither of you held any regret. 

[kezdispenser]

FIERCE ALLEGIANCE

Chapter 5: What Happens In The Dark

Summary: Y/N, a Miyagi-Do student, accidentally walks into Sensei Wolf’s training room during the Sekai Taikai. She watches him train, captivated by his raw and aggressive style. When he notices her, he doesn’t mind the intrusion, and their brief exchange leaves her intrigued. As she leaves, she’s left wondering about the man behind his cold, egotistical exterior.

The locker room was stifling, the heat from the match still clinging to Y/N’s skin, but none of it compared to the fire burning between her and Wolf.

Her back was against the cool metal of the lockers, her breath unsteady as his body pressed into hers. His lips moved against hers with slow, deliberate control, like he was taking his time unraveling her. And it was working.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, but he was already there, already everywhere. His hands slid down her sides, firm, possessive, leaving trails of heat along her skin. He wasn’t soft, wasn’t hesitant—he kissed her like he wanted to leave a mark, like he wanted to see just how far she’d let him go.

And she wasn’t stopping him.

Y/N let out a small gasp when his lips left hers, only to drag along her jaw, down the curve of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin before he sucked lightly, making her knees weaken. His chuckle was low, teasing, his breath hot against her throat.

“Still standing?” he murmured against her skin.

“Shut up,” she breathed, tugging his face back to hers, crashing her lips against his.

Wolf grinned against her mouth, but before either of them could take it further— “GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!” The roar of Daniel’s voice shattered everything. Wolf barely had time to step back before Daniel was in front of them, his eyes blazing with fury.

Y/N’s head was spinning, her body still humming from the kiss, but the look on Daniel’s face sobered her fast. “What the hell are you doing?” Daniel snapped, his gaze darting between them before locking onto Wolf with pure hatred. “Are you serious?”

Wolf barely reacted, straightening his shirt with the most infuriating lack of concern. “You’re acting like I just committed a crime.” he said, his voice smooth.

Daniel’s nostrils flared. “Don’t play games with me. You—” he jabbed a finger at Wolf’s chest before looking at Y/N, his expression shifting from anger to disbelief. “And you—what the hell were you thinking?”

Y/N swallowed, her voice failing her for a second. “I—”

Daniel didn’t let her finish. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

Wolf let out a short, amused exhale, tilting his head. “Is this the part where you give her the overprotective father speech?”

Daniel’s fist clenched like he was one second away from throwing a punch. “Stay away from her.” “Or what?” Wolf challenged, his voice dropping, low and dangerous now.

Y/N could feel the tension crackling between them, but before Wolf could push Daniel any further, she stepped forward. “Somebody tell me what’s going on,” she demanded, looking between them.

Daniel exhaled sharply, turning his full focus on her. “I wasn’t going to tell you like this,” he said, his voice strained, “but you need to know.” He paused, glancing at Wolf before looking back at her. “He’s working with Silver.” The words landed like a punch to the stomach. Y/N’s eyes flicked to Wolf, her heart pounding. “What?”

Daniel took a step closer, his expression unreadable now, but his voice steady. “Yesterday, Johnny, Chozen, and I went to a Hotel. We had a lead— we went to check it out, and guess who we found sitting at his table?” Y/N felt something cold creep into her chest. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly.

Daniel’s voice was tight with barely controlled anger. “We saw him, Y/N. Sitting there, laughing, shaking hands with Terry Silver.” She turned to Wolf, waiting—needing—him to say something. To deny it. To tell her it was some kind of mistake.

But he didn’t. He just stood there, his expression unreadable. Her stomach twisted. “Say something,” she said, her voice almost desperate now.

Wolf finally looked at her, his eyes calm but unreadable. “I don’t have to explain myself to him.” She felt like the floor had been ripped out from under her.

Daniel stepped in again. “Silver bought him, Y/N. Just like he buys everything. And now he’s using him to take us down.”

The world around her blurred, her heartbeat a loud, erratic thrum in her ears. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. But the silence from Wolf said otherwise. The weight of Daniel’s words crushed her.

Y/N stood there, staring at Wolf, waiting for him to say something—anything—that would make this make sense. But he didn’t. He just watched her with that same unreadable expression, like none of this mattered. Like she didn’t matter. Her stomach twisted. She felt sick. “Come on,” Daniel said, his voice softer now, but firm. “We’re leaving.”

Y/N didn’t argue. She couldn’t. She turned on shaky legs, following Daniel out of the locker room, away from Wolf—away from whatever this was. The second they stepped into the empty hallway, Daniel stopped and turned to her. “Y/N—” She broke.

It hit her all at once, the betrayal, the confusion, the weight of what she’d just done, what she’d just felt for him. The man who had lied to her, who had been working with the one person who wanted to destroy everything she cared about.

Her chest tightened, and before she could stop herself, the tears came. Daniel barely had time to react before she was sinking into him, her hands clutching his gi, her body trembling as sobs tore through her. “I didn’t know,” she gasped. “I didn’t—I didn’t know.”

His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, steady. “I know,” he said, his voice softer now, reassuring. “It’s not your fault.” But it felt like it was.

She pressed her face against his shoulder, trying to quiet the shaking, but nothing helped. The warmth of Wolf’s hands was still on her skin. The taste of him was still on her lips. And the worst part? Even now, after everything, she still felt drawn to him.

Little did she know, back in the locker room, Wolf stood in the doorway, watching. He didn’t move, didn’t call after her, didn’t say a word. But his jaw clenched as he watched her break in Daniel’s arms.

And for the first time in a long time, something inside him twisted. Something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Y/N didn’t remember how she got back to the locker room. One minute, she was breaking down in Daniel’s arms, the weight of his words crushing her. The next, she was here—alone.

The room felt different now. The air wasn’t thick with adrenaline and heat like before. It was cold. Empty. She sat on the bench, elbows on her knees, staring at the floor. Her mind was a storm, looping over everything—the fight, the kiss, him.

Then she heard footsteps. Slow. Unhurried. She didn’t have to look up. She already knew. “I knew I’d find you here,” Wolf’s voice was low, sure, like he had no doubt she’d end up back in this exact spot. Her hands curled into fists. She didn’t lift her head. “Stay away from me.” He didn’t.

She heard the soft creak of leather as he stepped closer, felt his presence loom over her. He never listened. Never left when she wanted him to.

Finally, she lifted her head, meeting his gaze. He looked the same as always—calm, unreadable, like nothing touched him. But now, she saw it. That distance. That calculation. The same look Silver had.

Her stomach twisted.

Her voice was quiet when she spoke, but it cut like a blade. “Was all of that just so you could get information from me?” Her throat tightened. “So you could feed it to Silver?”

A beat of silence.

Then, finally, he exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. “You think I needed you for that?” His voice was unreadable, almost amused, but there was something else buried under it. Something sharp.

Y/N swallowed, her heart pounding. “You didn’t answer the question.”

Wolf’s jaw tightened. He took another step forward, lowering his voice. “If I wanted intel on Miyagi-Do, you wouldn’t be my first choice.” The words should’ve reassured her. They didn’t. “Then what was I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “A distraction? A game?” His silence lasted too long. And that told her everything.

Her throat tightened, but she forced out a bitter laugh. “Right. Of course. I was just—what? Something to pass the time? Another stupid Miyagi-Do idiot you could play with?”

Wolf’s jaw flexed. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to!” she snapped, standing up now, stepping into his space like she wasn’t afraid of him—like he wasn’t breaking her apart from the inside out. “You just stood there. You let Daniel tell me who you really are. And you said nothing.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “Because I don’t owe him a damn explanation.” Her eyes burned. “But you owe me one.”

Something flickered in his expression—brief, almost imperceptible. Then it was gone. “I told you, I didn’t need you for that.” His voice was measured, careful. “Silver has his own ways of getting what he wants. You think I had to kiss you for him? Touch you for him?” He scoffed. “I don’t work like that, ruina.”

Her stomach flipped at the nickname, but it didn’t hold the same heat this time. It just hurt. “Then why?” she demanded, her voice raw. “Why did you—” She shook her head, her breath unsteady. “Why did you make me think you wanted me?”

His expression shifted, his mask cracking just a little. “I never made you think anything.” She sucked in a sharp breath, blinking fast. “You’re a liar.” Wolf’s mouth pressed into a tight line, his patience thinning. “You don’t want to have this conversation, Y/N.”

“No, you don’t,” she shot back. “Because you know you can’t say anything that makes this okay.” His silence was deafening.

She let out a sharp, bitter exhale, shaking her head. “You know what’s funny?” Her voice wavered. “Even after Daniel told me the truth, I still—I still wanted to believe that you weren’t him.” Her throat tightened. “That you weren’t like Silver. That you weren’t just using me.”

Wolf’s expression darkened, his voice low and firm. “I’m nothing like Silver.” She let out a hollow laugh. “Yeah? Prove it.” He didn’t. He just stood there, his jaw locked, his eyes burning into hers with something unreadable—anger, frustration, something deeper. But no words came.

She let the silence stretch between them, let it weigh on her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Then, with a quiet, broken whisper, she said, “That’s what I thought.” And this time, she was the one to walk away.

---

The gym was quiet except for the sound of her ragged breathing and the rhythmic thud of her strikes against the heavy bag.

Kick. Thud. Punch. Thud. She wasn’t thinking. Didn’t want to. Her body ached, her hands stung, but she welcomed it—needed it. Anything to silence the storm inside her head.

"He’s working with Silver." "We saw them together." "You think he cares about you? Wake up." She squeezed her eyes shut. Reset. Another hit. Then— “I knew I’d find you here.” Her body went rigid.

She didn’t turn. Didn’t stop. Just launched another sharp kick, ignoring the way her pulse jumped at the sound of his voice. Footsteps. Slow. Unrushed. She heard him lean against the wall behind her, arms probably crossed, watching. “I get it.” His voice was calm, almost amused. “You’re pissed.”

She scoffed, wiping sweat from her brow. “Stay away from me.” Wolf ignored that. “You fight angry.” “I’m not fighting,” she snapped. He hummed, stepping closer. “Then what do you call this?” She spun, glaring at him. “Therapy.”

Wolf smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Right.” She turned back to the bag, ready to reset, but then— “Say what you wanna say, ruina.” The casual way he said it, like this was nothing to him, made something in her snap.

She whipped around, voice sharp. “You knew. You stood there and let Daniel tell me everything. Didn’t even try to defend yourself.” His smirk faded. “Because it wouldn’t have mattered.” “Bullshit.” She shook her head, anger rising in her throat like bile. “You just didn’t care enough to try.”

Wolf exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening. “You really think that?” “I know that.” Her hands curled into fists. “I was just—what? Some stupid kid who didn’t see what was right in front of her?” He tilted his head slightly. “Are you?”

Her breath hitched. Because the way he said it—low, even, challenging—made her question it herself. Her stomach twisted. “I don’t even know why I’m still talking to you.” Wolf shrugged. “Then leave.” She wanted to. But her feet didn’t move.

His eyes flickered over her face, something unreadable behind them. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” She let out a sharp breath, shaking her head. “You’re such a prick.”

Wolf let out a quiet chuckle. “And you’re still standing here.” Her fists clenched. “I hate you.” Wolf’s smirk returned, but this time, it was colder. “No, you don’t.”

Her pulse pounded. Because the worst part? He was right.

--

Y/N couldn’t sleep. She tried. God, she tried.

But every time she closed her eyes, she heard his voice. Saw his face. Felt the way her pulse had pounded when he said, No, you don’t. She hated him for that. Hated that, even now, he was still right. The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:17 AM.

She exhaled sharply, kicking the covers off. Before she could think better of it, she was on her feet, moving—barefoot, quiet, down the dimly lit hallway of the hotel. Her heart was pounding, but she told herself it was just from walking too fast.

When she stopped in front of his door, her breath caught. This was stupid. So, so stupid. Her knuckles hovered over the door. Then—before she could talk herself out of it—she knocked. Silence.

Her stomach twisted. Maybe he wasn’t—

The lock clicked. The door cracked open. And then he was there. Wolf leaned against the frame, looking like he just rolled out of bed. Gray sweatpants, no shirt, hair tousled, sleep still heavy in his eyes. But when he saw her, he woke up fast.

She saw the exact second it clicked.

The way his expression shifted, sleep fading fast as his dark eyes locked onto hers. She didn’t wait. Didn’t let him speak. Didn’t let herself think.

She stepped forward, grabbed the front of his sweatpants, and yanked him down just enough to crush her lips against his. Wolf inhaled sharply through his nose, stunned for a fraction of a second. Then— He was on her.

His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her back, slow at first, testing—before he felt the way she gripped him tighter, pressing up on her toes like she needed more.

That was all it took. The kiss turned desperate, feverish, all teeth and tongue and barely controlled hunger. Wolf let out a quiet, almost amused grunt against her lips as she pushed him back, forcing him further into the dark room.

They barely made it two steps before they hit the bed. Wolf stumbled, dragging her down with him. Her knees hit the mattress, his hands splaying against her back to keep her close as they sank into the sheets, lips never breaking apart.

Her head was spinning. This was wrong. A mistake. A million reasons why she shouldn’t be here crashed through her mind, each one louder than the last— And she ignored every single one.

[hawksbacktattoo]

Drip | Sensei Wolf/Feng Xiao x Fem!Reader

Summary: reader loved to get her lover worked up whilst he was unable to relief himself, he decides it's his time to play the same game.

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creamp!e, smut with plot

Word Count: 1.7k

Not proof read

Yn was notorious for giving Xiao a hard time while he was working. From calling when she knew he was busy, just to tell him how much she was yearning for him. To sending him lewd pictures and videos.

Even going as far as showing up at his dojo before the students came, just to get him worked up. Playing the innocent card when he tried finishing what she started. "You know your students will be here soon." She would tease, batting her lashes and walking away from him, making sure to sway her hips to tease further.

It was the way he treated her body when he finally came home to her. The night filled with screams of pleasure and the wooden bed frame scratching up the floors. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing him past his limits, then leavinf him high and dry - desperate for her.

Today, yn had an important meeting with the head supervisors at the company she worked for. This was her chance to finally get a promotion, to get what she longed for when she started there almost six years ago.

Buttoning the final button on her blouse, pulling her coat over her shoulders and dabbing a little gloss to her lips, she was ready to cease the day.

"Everything look okay?" She questioned, hair bouncing against her shoulder as she spun to face her shirtless lover. His gaze looking up from his phone, eyes scanning over her appearance.

"You look amazing, my love." A smile encroaching his lips. He looked at her with so much love and adornment. "Thank you." She cooed, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I shouldn't be gone too long." She informed, snatching up her bag and keys.

The drive to the office wasn't long, taking twenty minutes at most before she pulled into the employee parking lot.

Smoothing her outside as she stepped out the car, pulling down the edge of skirt, she made a B line for the entrance.

Her nerves were all over the place, she didn't want to mess up this opportunity.

Sitting in the conference room, hands on fists placed in her lap, she bounced her leg waiting for the last supervisor to arrive.

Feeling her phone buzz in her lap, she quickly looked down, opening the message her lover sent her.

Holy fuck.. Tensing in her seat as her eyes ran over the photo displayed on her screen. Sat at the edge of their bed, in front of the large mirror hanging from the wall - his legs parted, completely nude. Yn could partially feel his gaze through the phone.

'Now isn't the time!!' She responded, face burning red. Straightening in her seat when the last supervisor arrived.

They talked a few thing over with her, what position she would take, the hour changes and the responsibilities that came with it.

Keeping her professional front on as he thighs squeezed together under the large table. It was hard for her to focus, mind constantly rushing back to the sight of Xiao.

She wanted to be between his thighs on her knees as he caressed the top of her head. Gaze heavy on her as always. She wanted for him to push her up against the mirror and rearrange her insides.

Shaking the thoughts away, she tuned her attention back to the task at hand.

Her lap buzzed again, the picture flashing through her mind once more. Heat growing between her thighs.

"Could you excuse me for one moment? I have to use the restroom." She excused herself, heels clacking against the tiled floors as she scurried out of the room.

Standing in a stall - door closed, she opened her phone, shuddering at the intimate picture. Now standing, his hand gripping the base of his length. Veins in his biceps protruding, muscle flexing slight.

Yn pressed her head against the stall wall, eyes closing, trying to shake off the feeling all this was giving her. Taking one last glance at her phone, she made her way back into the conference room.

Wrapping up the meeting successfully, yn stood from her seat, hand grasping each of their owns in a firm shake as she thanked them.

Her legs buckled beneath her as she walked out to her car. Tossing her purse into the passenger seat, she let out a long needed sigh. As she was finishing up the meeting, her phone buzzed like crazy in her lap.

Scrolling through the array of sensual pictures her litter her phone with, she could feel herself pooling. Free hand gripping the steering wheel, shivers tinkling up her spine.

Yn practically sped home, hands tight around the steering wheel, music loud in an attempt to drown out her thoughts.

Kicking off her heels, she sprinted up the stairs. Breath catching in her throat when she swung the door open. Eyes meeting his, a grin plastered on his face. His gaze feel heavy, undressing her with his eyes.

"W..what were you thinking sending me things like that?" She stammered, biting on the inside of her cheek as she inched closer.

Brows raising and head cocking to the side, he sneered at the question. "Hm, seems like you can't take what you dish out." He stated in

a matter-of-fact tone.

Taking a step towards her, tongue prodding the side of his cheek. "Hard to focus, huh?" He taunted.

Yn averted her gaze from his, goosebumps running up her body. "I don't know what you're talking about?" She fibbed, picking at her finger nails.

Closing the gap between them, Xiao placed two fingers under her chin lifting it to pull her attention to him. "Is that so? Where's all that confidence at now?" He mocked, fingers dropping from her chin - trickling them down to her blouse where he flicked one open.

"I bet soaking." Smirk deepened, free hand creeping up her skirt, slipping into her panties. The fabric wet between his fingers as he pulled them to her knees. "Just as I thought."

Pressing her knees together, yn whined. "Okay, fine you win." The smelled of his lingering cologne had her dizzy. "Win? This was never about winning." Knee separating her thighs, brushing against her unclothed pvssy.

"Just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine." His breath fanning over the side of her face.

Stepping out of the soaked piece of fabric, Xiao sweeps her off her feet. Yn squealed when her body was thrown over her firm shoulder. Kicking her legs and hitting at his back in an attempt to free herself.

"Don't get all scared now." He chuckled tossing her on to the bed, her body bouncing as it connects with the sheets. "Wait I..I.." She trembled.

The look in his dark gaze had her heart racing, he looked like a predator hunting for his prey. Yn pushed herself back only for his large hand to grip her ankles and yank her back down to him.

"Come on, you don't wanna play?" He teased, pepperint kisses to the skin of her ankle. She wanted him to devour her, but she refused to give in the way he wanted.

As much as she wanted to refuse, her body responded in a completely different way. Moan slipping from her moan when his icey fingers teased her dripping heat. "Don't.." She whined, hips lifting into his touch.

"I think you want me to." Fingers curling into her wetness, Xiao rutted against the mattress, the smell of her arousel making his head spin.

"I can't take this." He breathed out, hiking up her pencil skirt. The tips of his fingers digging into her hips as he grinded against her. "Mm..please Xiao." Her words igniting in him just as he snapped his hips into her, cvck slamming into her cervix.

Moans shaking through her body, yn no matter how many times he's ravished her body - still couldn't get used to how thigh he was.

How she could practically feel him in her stomach every time he pushed into her, skin burning under his grasp. He knew exactly how to get her drunk off the feeling of him inside her.

The buttons of her shirt flying as he rips her blouse open, hands darting down to grip at the soft flesh spilling from her bra.

Yn legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper - wanting to feel him close. "Sh!t baby, you feel so good." He grunted, eyes sparkling with lust.

Proping her self up on one elbow, the other holding onto the back of her neck, she hissed as she watched his cvck slide in and out of her.

Watching her actions, Xiao pulled himself out of her, turning her over underneath him. "Keep your eyes on the mirror." He kissed behind her ear, hands sliding down the arch in her back.

Giving a slap to her *ss as he slips back into her, one hand placed on her shoulder the other on her hip.

Trying to keep her eyes on the sight in front of her, yn cried out at how deep he was pumping into her. Eyes fluttering open and closed as her climax inched near.

"I'm close." She moaned, hands gripping onto the base board in front of her. She watched his face contorted in ecstasy behind her, his chest flexing with every thrust.

"Cvm on my cvck, pretty baby." Just like that, she screamed out his name as her orgasm shook through her. Legs buckling beneath her, face falling into the sheets while he fvcked through her high.

"God girl." He taunted, lip tucking between his teeth as he spewed into her. The feeling causing yn to clench around him.

Her body falling flat to the bed when he moved from behind her. Breath shaking, eyesight blurry - she was on cloud nine.

The feeling of a warm cloth against her sensitive pvssy pulling her from her mindless state. Looking over her shoulder, Xiao standing by the edge of the bed, a accomplished grin on his face as he wiped his lover clean.

"Oh don't look at me like that." She huffed, throwing one of the pillows at him. Sitting up once he finished. "Seems I beat you at your own game." He teased, tossing the plush pillow back at her.

[rosie-tyler]

[iwouldliketoeatrandy]

Inspired by this post, I wanted to fancast Iron Widow! I really liked these picks, especially Nini who would do a great job as Wu Zetian, but didn't want to just copy and paste.

Li Meng as Wu Zetian

She was a wonderfully cruel and charismatic villain in The Double and I would love to see her rage and passion in Wu Zetian's character.

Yu Shi as Li Shimin

Ok listen I think he's handsome, but also he could do it.

Tan Jian Ci as Gao Yizhi

For our wealthy scholar. His 2023 and 2024 characters were polar opposites characterization wise, and I'd love to see him continue to challenge himself with a unique character like Yizhi.

[skylessknights]

TERRY SILVER and SENSEI WOLF

COBRA KAI 6.09 | Blood In Blood Out

[academyofbrokenhearts]

Their scheming this episode was god tier.

The emperor's grace is as sturdy as a puff of air but it was still delicious to see Song Mo on Dou Zhao's advice play the old weakling like a fiddle and get exactly what he wanted with a bonus royal reprimand to his loser father at that.

[daimiyamoto]

COBRA KAI Ex-Degenerate

[extinctlesspains]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 [𝐹. 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜]

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ/ғᴇɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, sᴍᴜᴛ! (ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴ)

sᴜᴍ��ᴀʀʏ: ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ xɪᴀᴏ’s ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇsᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ—ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ɪsᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴛᴀʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ. ᴀs ʜᴇ sʜɪғᴛs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴsᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇss, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʙʏ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴏʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ, ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪs sʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

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You didn’t know how long you’d been in this place. The days were long and the nights were short.

Time had lost all meaning—there were no windows, no clocks, nothing to tether you to reality. Nothing to keep you sane. The only rhythm that dictated your life was the slow creak of the basement door opening, the soft click of his shoes against the floor, and the measured inhale before he spoke.

"You still haven't learned, have you?" His voice rasp.

You had sworn to yourself that you would never give in, that no matter how much Xiao tried to break you, you would fight. But how long could a person last when their world had been reduced to a single, inescapable presence? He was the only person who kept you sane. The only human contact you had. It was sickening.

Xiao was losing patience. With every day passing, he just wanted you to break. For you to fall into his trap.

“You’re being difficult again.”

His voice was calm—always calm. Even when you defied him, even when you spat venom at his face, he rarely raised his voice. Instead, he let the silence stretch between you, forcing you to stew in his presence until the weight of it made your skin crawl.

You glared at him, kneeling on the cold stone floor, wrists bound tightly behind your back. Your body ached from the last time he had “taught” you obedience, bruises littering your skin like dark stains of his ownership.

Before Xiao, and everything, you were a virgin. But now... You weren't. He loved seeing you cry as you struggled to take him... He found it cute. The way you'd try to push him off you as his hands cropped and his lips kissed your skin. You were disgusted by him.

You hated him.

“I’d rather die than be yours.”

A sigh. A disappointed sigh.

“You keep saying that,” Xiao mused, crouching before you, tilting his head as if you were an amusing little puzzle he was determined to solve. His gloved fingers trailed over your jaw, deceptively gentle. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You clenched your teeth. “I didn’t choose this.”

“But you will, Darling.”

There it was. That word. That word... From hell! Everytime he claimed your body he always used darling, and it sent shivers down your spine. He would whisper it in your ear when he reached his high and kiss your neck. That word alone made you freeze.

Before you could react, his hand struck your face. The force sent your head snapping to the side, white-hot pain blooming across your cheek. You sucked in a sharp breath but refused to let a sound escape.

Silence.

No, you couldn't break now.

Then, his fingers returned, brushing over your bruised skin with a ghost of tenderness.

“That’s better,” Xiao murmured, tilting your chin up. His eyes gleamed in the dim light, studying your face like a sculptor admiring his unfinished work. “It’s such a shame. You’re so beautiful when you stop fighting me.”

Your stomach churned from disgust and hatred. “Go to hell.”

Xiao chuckled. “Darling, I’d drag you with me.”

The punishments were getting worse.

At first, he had simply controlled you—tying you down when you struggled, leaving you alone in darkness until your own mind became your worst enemy. But now… now he was carving himself into you, piece by piece, until the idea of defying him became as foreign as freedom itself.

Some days, he left you locked in absolute silence, deprived of food, water, or even the sound of his voice. He wanted you to miss him. He wanted you to dread his absence just as much as you dreaded his presence.

Other nights, he was different.

Other nights, he came to you with a knife.

Not to kill you—no, never that. But to remind you how fragile you were, and maybe hurt you.

He would press the cold blade against your skin, watching as goosebumps rose in its wake.

Some days he grabbed the knife and physically carved his name into your skin. Property of Feng Xiao.

"Stop resisting," he murmured against your ear.

And then there were the nights when he was gentle.

When he cleaned your wounds with careful precision. When he brushed his fingers through your hair as you trembled in his lap. When he whispered to you in the dark, pressing his lips against your temple.

"I don’t want to hurt you." His voice was almost tender. "But I will if it means keeping you."

The worst part?

A part of you was starting to believe him.

That night, You woke up on the cold floor of the basement.

The room was dimly lit, candles flickering along the walls. The soft scent of incense curled in the air—lavender, you realized.

Your body was sore, exhaustion clinging to your limbs like a second skin. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you last slept properly, but the moment you shifted, a warm hand pressed against your side.

Your breath hitched.

Xiao sat beside you, watching.

“I was starting to worry,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve been so quiet lately.”

You turned your head away from him.

He sighed. “Still so stubborn.”

You flinched when his fingers traced down your arm, over the bruises he had left.

“You should call me by my name,” Xiao murmured. His voice was barely above a whisper, like a secret meant only for you. “Not ‘wolf.’ I don’t want to be your coworker.” His lips brushed against your ear. “I want to be your lover.”

Your stomach twisted.

“No,” you whispered.

Xiao smiled, pressing a soft kiss against your jaw. “You will.”

He pressed another to your throat, lingering against the pulse point. You couldn’t stop the way your heart pounded, and he noticed.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, amused.

You clenched your teeth. “Because I hate you.”

He let out a quiet laugh, his hands ghosting over your sides. “Hate is a passionate thing, darling. Passion is just another form of devotion.”

Your breathing hitched when his hands slid lower, nails dragging over the bruises he had left. You were so tired, so helpless, and he knew it.

"You’ll break soon," Xiao murmured, lips trailing over your skin. "And when you do, you’ll realize it’s always been easier to belong to me."

Tears burned at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

You weren’t broken.

Not yet.

But as his hands tightened around your waist, as his lips brushed against your temple with disturbing tenderness, you realized something terrifying.

You were running out of ways to resist. If you did, you would get hurt.

His lips made his way down to your jaw, then your neck. His calloused fingers went under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

You wanted to push him away, you really did. But it was pointless. It was this... Or another name carving.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispered against your collarbone, his hands traveling to throw your shirt off your limp body. Tears pricked at your eyes, and Xiao noticed. But he ignored it. You would have to get used to the love making. You had to. You had no choice.

Your shirt was tossed and Xiao lifted you onto the bed nearby. In the basement, Xiao installed a bed for you to sleep on and... For other activities.

He unclipped your bra in a second, and now you were in plain view for him. He didn't say a word before he dove into your chest, marking your breasts and leaving dark hickeys near your nipples. You closed your eyes, hoping it would be over soon.

He kneaded your skin as he bit and sucked all over your torso. A moment later he took his own shirt off and in an instant, both of you were fully undressed.

"Look at me." He growled after seeing your closed eyes. You turned away, feeling sick to your stomach.

A harsh smack went across your face making you gasp and touch you red cheek. You snapped your neck to look at him, tears threatening to spill.

"I said, fucking look. Didn't I?" He stated, his eyes staring deep into yours. It was a rhetorical question and all you could do was stare at him in utter fear.

"I-Im sorry..." You stuttered. His hands wrapped around your neck as he slammed into you. He was rough and cruel, not giving you any time to adjust.

He thrusted into you like a dog in heat, whimpering and moaning into your ear. "God, so fucking tight... Huh baby?" He whimpered out.

You couldn't make out any words, your jaw only dropped at the rough thrusting. You hated your body for betraying you. You were wet for him and worst of all... You were so close to cumming.

His tip hit your soft walls that had you clenching around him. He groaned, thrusting faster almost begging for your cum. "Shit baby, you're sucking me in..." With his movements and dirty words, you let out moans. Which was exactly what he wanted.

"Cmon, you know you wanna cum, hm?" He hummed.

You whined, pushing you hands to his chest as you bucked your hips into him. He chuckled darkly, making his thrusts sharper. "Yeah baby? Like that spot?"

He released one hand from your neck, bringing it down and rubbing your sensitive bud. And that... Was the end of it for you.

You screamed out of pain and pleasure combined, some tears spilling. You arched off the bed, clenching and cumming around Xiao's erection.

He moaned into your neck, thrusting a few more times and cumming inside your sweet cunt.

As he came... He said the words.

"I love you, darling."