#Xiao Feng

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Goodbye My Princess (2019)

Goodbye My Princess

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[electricsoul-rpg]

fc: Peng Xiaoran (彭小苒)

ethnicity: Han Chinese

[ley-sha-blog]

[perioddramapolls]

Period dramas dresses tournament: Red dresses Round 1- Group B: Qu Xiaofeng, Goodbye my princess (pics set kindof) vs Anne of Cleves, The six wives of Henry VIII

[tytangfei]

The sheer horror when she remembers everything and meets him face to face

[liquoriceleavess]

离开

It was too late for Xiao Feng's heart.

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And then it was too late for Xiao Feng's clan

[theimpalee]

[greyrain23]

A little bday drabble that's very self-indulgent cause I've had a bad week :)

Not paired with anyone in specific, I wrote it with my comfort characters in mind

"Happy birthday to me.."

You sing quietly to yourself, trying to keep your voice even and the tears at bay. A little cake, made in a mug you use for tea because you didn't have enough to buy a proper cake sat in front of you on the otherwise empty table.

You continued to sing as you light the small pink candle in the dark room, hiccuping as a small cry threatened to escape.. god, of all days. Work was kicking your ass. Your co-workers seemed a bit more harsh in the last few days, but you couldn't think of anything you'd done..

You blow out the candle and pick up your fork, but you don't feel well enough to have a bite of something so sweet..

Knock knock knock

The sound of a key twisting in the lock sounded, and you look over to see the door open, a tall figure standing in the light-filled hall before stepping inside.

"What are you doing in the dark?" His voice was smooth and comforting as always, but tonight, the comfort seemed to make it harder to swallow through the lump in your throat, you're eyes glossing with fresh tears as he walked over, bending to wrap his arms around you from behind the chair, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"What's wrong, baby?" You could only shake your head, because honestly? Nothing was specifically wrong.. everything just seemed like a big deal when it really wasn't.

"I just.. I dunno- everything feels like it's going wrong lately.." your words are hardly above a whisper, holding one of his big hands around you, the warmth giving a sense of calm in the mess that was your mind.

He pressed a kiss to your head, "how much have you eaten today..?"

"..hardly any.." he gave a small sigh but didn't scold you. He simply picked up the fork you left on the table and scooped up a bit of cake to hold up for you to take a reluctant bite.

"..'t's too sweet.."

"Really?" He takes another scoop and takes a bite himself, chuckling when you cringe at the sight of having to share the silverware. A strange dislike of yours, sharing silverware, yet you'd makeout for hours like it was the best taste ever. "Mm, maybe a little. Just take small bites then."

He held another bit of cake up to your lips, smiling softly as you took it into your mouth. He knows you don't see it, but the fondness and love in his gaze has no match. You may think yourself unlovable sometimes, but he couldn't think of anyone who could even come close to how much love he holds for you.

You look up at him when he starts to hum, parting his lips to actually sing the words, "happy birthday to you..~"

You couldn't hold the small giggle while he sang. It was rare to hear, but boy, was it a gift to the ears when he did.

"Ah! There's a smile~!" He poked your cheek, a grin of his own painting his beautiful lips. He suddenly lifted a small gift bag to set on the table, "got you something~"

You give him a small look.. you told him not to, but you pull the bag a little closer anyway. Pulling out the tissue paper, you take out a small picture frame, a small smile tugging your lips when you see your favorite photo together in such a pretty decorated frame.

"Thank you.." he smiles and rests his chin on top of your head. "I had the frame custom made. Y'know how many shops I had to visit to find the perfect material~?"

You chew on your bottom lip, blinking away the tears that stung your eyes again, "there's one more thing."

You reach into the bag one more time and pull out a small ring box.. you try to turn your head to look up at him, but he doesn't let you, "open it."

You pull the box open, and there sat two simple silver rings, "they're promise rings.." he explained while sliding his hands from around you to the box, pulling one of the rings out and taking your hand. "..cause I promise I'll be here for every single birthday. Every year." His voice is smooth in your ears as he slides the ring on, a perfect fit, but he knew that.

Hiccuping with silent tears falling, you can only watch him slip the second ring onto his finger to match.

He hugs you tightly again, suddenly pulling you up from the chair to hold you in his arms, making you giggled through your tight throat.

"God, I love you so much." He sets you on your feet and lets you turn around to face him. Looking into his pretty eyes, you smile as he wipes your tears and pulls you a little closer.

"Love you too.. even more.." he grins, holding your chin between his fingers to tilt your hear a little, drawing you in. "Nah, I don't think so."

You close your eyes and lean in the rest of the way to meet him in a sweet kiss, your arms lifting to wrap around his neck while he holds your hips.

Maybe it isn't such a bad birthday after all..

[generalsdiary]

you brought your partner a flower bouquet. it isn’t something they often receive, and you felt a desire to change that. being a solemn, thoughtful person after thanking you they said;

“yes… it is sad that I’ll have to watch them die.” “they started dying the moment they were picked. kind of like humans, from the age of 25 their bodies officially begin to die.” upon hearing your words they look back at you, sharing a knowing look. “that is too short. I…” they clench their jaw for a moment. “humans have too short of a life span. we- I will find a way” soft, whispered words flowing between you two like a breeze on an early spring morning.

depending on the context behind their words, that perhaps brought you joy, that your loved one would go above and beyond to have as much time as possible with you. or it filled you with fear, knowing their history with such ways of life manipulation.

“no matter how much time we have, we will be alright. I cherish every moment I get with you. and once I’m gone-“

“please don’t say that.” their voice fell to a broken whisper. noticing the change in their body language, you moved closer, cupping their face, and matching their quiet tone you said, “let’s stay in the present. I’m right here, living and breathing. focus on me, on my heart,” you take their hand and place their palm on your chest. “on how it beats for you. for us.”

Dan Heng, Jingliu, Blade, Dan Feng, Neuvillette, Xiao, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Capitano

divider cr: @saradika

[yourcrumblingsaikiisnotmyproblem]

here's a few reminders for the mxtx fandom

1. Wei Wuxian had 2 older sister figures in his life and they both died trying to save him and in the end failed since he died anyway. (RIP Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli)

2. Mu Qing only ever had his mom other than XL and FX and she died a mortal death. We don't know anything about FX's mortal family.

3. Wen Ning was experimented on for 13 years in captivity after seeing his sister's ashes and blames himself still for wwx's downfall

4. He Xuan cannot leave the world even after his revenge to Shi Wudu and is purposeless for all of his immortal life.

5. Jin Ling will never taste his mom's handmade favourite soup.

6. Canon Feng Xin and Mu Qing do not know what happened at the temple to Xie Lian.

7. Jiang Cheng will probably never be good enough in his own eyes (until he has like grand-nephews or something)

8. Shi Qingxuan will (probably) die a mortal death.

9. Some of Nie Huaisang's last words to Nie Mingjue were that he never wanted to be a clan leader.

10. XL and WWX both tried to protect a certain demographic that got wiped out anyway and made them public enemies and reason for their eventual downfall making it essentially ineffective.

11. All the calamities are actually gods who could or did ascend heaven.

12. Xiao Xingchen killed himself after finding out he wiped out villages full of innocent people and his own best friend who he gave up his eyes for. And realising his pursuit of helping the world was worthless.

[hawksbacktattoo]

Forbidden | Sensei Wolf x Fem!Reader

Summary: As the Sekai Taikai began, someone catches readers attention

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving) choking, dirty talk, creamp!e

Word count: 2.2k

Not proof read

Today was the first day of the Sekai Taikai, everyone's nerves were all over the place. Your dojo had a lot riding on this opportunity and everyone could feel the tension.

Stepping into the arena, you taken in the sheer amount of dojos standing aside the mat. You had confidence in your students though, they trained hard to get to where they are now.

Feeling an arm drape over your shoulder, you look up to see your co-sensei Johnny Lawrence. You two have been running the dojo together  for a while. "Loosen up y/l/n, the beginning is the easiest part." He reassured, giving your a pat on the back before heading off to chat with the students.

Making sure everyone had what they needed, you stood beside Johnny as he gave the students a motivational speech. Telling them that as long as they set their mind to anything, they'll get through it. Ending it with, "Cobra Kai never dies." And a hoot from the students.

The announcer spoke into the mic introducing the other dojos: Cobra Kai, Hornet's Nest, Furia De Pantera, Tiger Strike, Miyagi-Do and the Iron Dragons. You look at each group as he calls out the name. Eyes locking onto the Sensei of the Iron Dragons.

You couldn't help but stare, the low gaze in his eyes, the way he held himself. Holy fvck he was the sexiest man you've ever laid eyes on. Blinking a few times, you look away. He was competition, there's no way that could ever work in this circumstance.

The first few rounds went seemingly well, Cobra Kai coming out with most the wins. The Iron Dragons were posing a threat though, especially Axel and Zara. Robby taking a pretty hard defeat by Axel.

You look up at the score board seeing that the two dojo's were tied as the games concluded for the day. Taking a glance over at the Sensei of the Iron Dragons, he was already looking your way with a sinister grin on his face. He shot you a cocky wink before following his students out of the arena.

Sending the students up to their hotel rooms, you decided to stop by the food court before heading up for the night. Plate in hand, you hum as you fill it with different foods. Smiling down at your full plate you turn to sit down but immediately run into someone, dropping everything.

"Sh!t sh!t sh!t, I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." You frantically apologize, bending down to scrape up the spilt food. "No need to apologize, accidents happen." He spoke, accent deep with each word. You slowly look up from the mess in your hands. With the same grin on his face from before, he held his hand out to help you up. Taking it, you gulp and break eye contact. "Oh, it's you." You cleared your throat, wiping down you clothes.

"Oh I'm hurt, didn't know pretty girls spoke so foul." He teased, a smile creeping at the corner of his lips. "Let's not do that." You stated, heart beating heavy in your chest. You knew it was better to keep your distance from him. Turning back to the buffet of food, you grab a new plate.

He followed close behind, replicating your actions. "No need to play hard to get, I'll get through to you eventually." He poked again, slapping a piece of steak onto his plate. "Calm your ego, I don't want you like that." Lie, a straight up lie. Every time he spoke your knees trembled beneath you.

"We'll see Miss Cobra." He whispered over your shoulder as he walked passed you and out to the dining room. This was gonna be a lot harder than you anticipated.

The next day came and everyone was ready for the qualifying matches. Stretching before it was time to head back into the arena. Johnny gave yet another one of his pep talks before the students jogged into the arena. There were many more people in the stands than the day before.

The announcer repeated the rules from the day before, then called up the first match. Tory versus Sam, the crowd was going wild as the two fought. Tory triumphantly taking the win in the long run. That's how the rest of the matches went until the last two teams were left, Cobra Kai and the Iron Dragons.

Rolling your eyes, you followed your team back to the hotel. They had a couple days of free time before the championship matches took place.

Deciding not to keep yourself coped up in your room, you showered and dressed up nicely to take a stroll around town. It was your first time in Barcelona so might as well take the chance to explore.

Bag draped over your shoulder, you strolled through the Picasso museum. The sculptures taking your attention overall. Smiling at the concrete silhouette in front of you. "This is one of my favorites as well." That deep accent took you by surprise once again. Looking to your side, there he stood again. Now dressed in more casual clothing, he looked even better now.

"Oh so you're stalking me now?" You cross your arms over your chest. "Don't flatter yourself, I've been to Barcelona often. This just happens to be one of my favorite museums in town." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

Humming to yourself, you continue walking through the museum. You can hear his footsteps not to far behind your own. Stopping, you turn to face him again. "Is there something you need?" You huffed, the more he's around you the harder it becomes to deny your attraction to him.

"You of course." There it is again, that damn grin. His gaze low as he drank up your appearance. You just stood there speechless, his words taking you by surprise. "That can't happen." You finally spoke, making a B line for the exit.

As soon as you step outside, he grabs your wrist turning you around. "Why are you so against it?" His brows were furrowed from the sun beaming in his face. "Wolf, were literally competing right now. How would that make me look if people knew I slept with the Sensei on the opposing team?" You pointed out, taking your arm from him.

"It can be out little secret." He whispered, bending down to your level. "And you can call my Xiao baby." You were becoming drunk on his words, he knew just the right thing to say. You fought a battle in your head whether to back away or let this man do unspeakably things to you. "Fvck it, why not." You gave in, a smirk creeping across his lips.

You let him go up to his hotel room first before following shortly after. Knocking on the door, it swung open and you were practically yanked into the man's room. The door clinked close and his hands were already all over you. Hands cupping your breast over your shirt while his lips devoured yours.

You run your hands across his toned torso, causing him to pull from the kiss and yank his shirt off in one swift move. Gaze falling to his bare upper half, you shiver at the sight. Everything about him was so damn sexy. "Enjoying the view?" He teases, grabbing your hands and slowly walking you back to his bed.

Falling back on the mattress, he pulls you down with him. Straddling his hips, he smiles up at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling you back down into a kiss. The way he held you felt so intimate, the way his fingers danced down your chest as he unbuttoned your blouse. Pulling it off without breaking the kiss.

He skillfully unbutton your bra in one go, throwing it to the side only to pull you closer. Your breast pressing against his bare chest sent shivers down your spine. "Let me treat your body right." He whispered in your ear before nibbling on it and pushing you to your back.

Kissing between your breast, he nipped at the flesh. "You deserve to be worshiped." He spoke against your stomach, tongue slicking down to the hem of the skirt you were wearing. His fingers hook into the sides of your skirt, slowly pulling the fabric down your legs while looking up at you.

Tossing it to the floor he kissed your pussy over the thin fabric of your lacey panties. Pushing your thighs further apart he nipped at your inner thighs as his fingers slipped past the thin fabric to feel your warmth. Looking back up at you, he took the top of the fabric between his teeth and pulled it down to your knees before fully pulling them off. Stuffing them into his pants pocket, he blows on your exposed cvnt causing you to shiver.

"No more teasing please, I need you Xiao." She mewed, bottom lip poking out in a pout. "Be patient princess, I want to savor every moment of this." His tone lowered just as he did between your thighs. Fingers gripping at the flesh when he began twirling his tongue over your cl!t. "mm yes.." you whine, hands flying down to grip onto his dark locs.

Tongue flattening over your cvnt, he gently sucked on your cl!t eyes gazing back up to you to watch how your body reacted to his touch. Your mouth was agape, eyes tightly shut as soft breathless moans escaped your lips.

He felt like heaven beneath you, every touch of his tongue to your cvnt making you want to scream out in bliss. Your eyes slowly open as you feel the bed dip beneath you. He was now hovering you, exposed completely.

Leaning back down to you, he pressed his lips back to yours, tongue slipping past your lips allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss as he rubbed himself against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Gripping the base of his cvck, he slowly pushed himself into you. You let out a breathless whimper as he bottoms out. "That's right, taking me so well pretty baby." He praised, hand falling to your hips as he swirled his hips inside you. Giving you time to adjust to him stretching you out.

Giving him a nod, he begins thrusting into you deep. He knew just how to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. Speed increasing as he loses himself to how good you feel. One hand gripping your throat, he began animalisticly pounding into you. Deep moans spewing from his pretty lips.

"god you feel so good." You moan through gritted teeth, hands reaching up to pull him down to you. "Yeah? You like that?" He chuckled against your nape as he litters it with little marks.

"Let me ride you please." You beg, hands gripping at the sheets beside you trying to keep yourself grounded as he slams into you. Without a detest, he stops his abvse to your pussy. Moving up to the head of the bed, sitting up against the head board.

His gaze was so strong, you trembled as you climb into his lap, face burning at how deep he looked into your eyes. Biting down onto your bottom lip, hands resting on his shoulder as you lower your self on to his girth. Growling as he feels you suck him in and bottom out. "Pvssy feels like it were made just for me." His fingers felt so hot against your skin as he help guide you up and down his length.

"fvck Xiao.." You moan picking up the speed as you bounce atop him, knees digging into the mattress as you steady yourself. You can hear the frame of the bed bang into the wall when his hips thrust up into you, meeting your pace. "You looks so pretty on top of me." He moaned, cvck twitching as he neared his release.

You could feel yours stirring in the pit of your stomach, lewd moans filling the room as your head falls to the side, fingers digging into his shoulders. He feels his climax about to hit, holds your hips still and fvcks up into you.

Your orgasm following shortly after just as you fall into his chest. Breathing heavy, you move forward just enough for him to slip out of you. "Might need a second round later." He chuckled, slapping your *ss when you stood from the bed.

"Don't get ahead of youself Wolf." Slipping back into your clothes, you lean over the edge of his bed, pecking his lips. "See you in the arena."

The two days went by quickly since you basically stayed in your room the entire time. You just didn't want anything further to happened between you and him.

Throwing on your gi, you meet with the students and sensei Lawrence. "Damn someone had a good time." Johnny laughed, lightly punching the girls shoulder. Furrowing your brows, you looked at him confused. "What are you talking about?" He stared at you dumbfounded. "Did you not check the mirror once before leaving your room? Your neck looks like you were attacked"

Gulping, you chuckled awkwardly pulling the top of your gi up a little more. Looking across the arena you see Wolf looking directly at you. An accomplished grin on his face.

'That cheeky little shit.' You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes at him.

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Goodbye My Princess (2019)

Losing all at once…! How is that feeling? 💔😢 #cdrama #drama #shorts

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2SRCnhNtf1M

[electricsoul-rpg]

fc: Peng Xiaoran (彭小苒)

ethnicity: Han Chinese

[insidekatmind]

Rival Hearts~Sensei wolf

Request: yes!

The Sekai Taikai had finally arrived, the tournament that brought together the best dojos from around the world, an opportunity only the greatest sensei could seize. Glory awaited the victors, while defeat would be humiliating for anyone not up to the task. Among the most anticipated participants were two legends, who, despite their shared past, hated each other with all their hearts: you, the legendary "Cobra Queen," and Sensei Wolf.

Once, you and Wolf had shared not only the dojo but also a passion that burned like a wild fire. Your relationship had been intense, filled with love and rivalry, but in the end, between secrets and misunderstandings, it had collapsed. Every word of farewell had been heavy, yet necessary. Now, however, you were here again, side by side, but on the Sekai Taikai stage, with your rivalry resurfacing, stronger than ever.

Your black kimono fit your body perfectly, a sign of power and authority. Cobra Kai was your dojo, your world, and you were the queen who ruled it. You didn’t need to say anything to be respected. People looked at you with admiration, but you knew the only thing that truly mattered was winning. And your rival, Wolf, would test you like no one else.

The moment you saw him, your heart leapt to your throat. He, with his unmistakable style, with his dojo, Iron Dragon, which had never lost its reputation. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes sparkled with that same determination you had seen a thousand times in him. Only this time, there was no tenderness. There was only rancor.

When you approached, he lifted his gaze and his eyes met yours. That same look that had made you tremble once, now only gave you the feeling of wanting to destroy him. But you didn’t stop, you advanced with a provocative smile.

"I thought you retired, Wolf," you said, raising an eyebrow, "I didn’t think you were still capable of doing anything useful for your dojo. Or maybe you think coming to this tournament will help you regain some dignity?"

His smile was cold, sharp. "Ah, the queen of cowards. I see you haven’t changed, always ready to throw jabs. But it seems to me that the only coward here is someone else. Maybe you’re here just to escape the fact that your dojo is nothing without me."

His words struck you, but didn’t make you waver. "Iron Dragon is a thing of the past, Wolf. Now I’m the sensei of Cobra Kai, and I put my blood, my heart, and my determination into it. I don’t need an old wolf to prove who I am."

The tension between you was so thick that it seemed the whole room had frozen. The crowd around you was silent, waiting for the confrontation to begin. It was clear that neither of you would be willing to back down. This battle, somehow, had to be won, and the Sekai Taikai would be the perfect stage to prove it.

"Then prove it to me, Cobra Queen," Wolf said, his voice low and filled with disdain.

You smiled, but inside, the anger was palpable. You knew what it meant to have the last word. "With pleasure, Wolf. Prepare your dojo for the dust, because you won’t escape."

It was a conflict that went beyond a mere competition between dojos. It was the showdown between you and him, between two broken hearts and a past that couldn’t stay in the past. And now, the Sekai Taikai would be the stage for your final battle.

[extinctlesspains]

ᗪᗩTIᑎᘜ ՏᗴᑎՏᗴI ᗯOᒪᖴ ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎOᑎՏ

- ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs sғᴡ, ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs -

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- 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 ᴘʀɪ��ᴀᴛᴇ: 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 ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.

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- 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 ʀᴏᴜɢʜ, 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.”

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hi! this request has spoilers for cobra kai season 6 part 3 :).

could i please request something with sensei wolf after he loses to jonny in the sensei tiebreaker. like he’s still high on adrenaline and hes annoyed, with some smut? thank you! i hope you enjoyed part 3.

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, explicit content, rude, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public

word count | 2.2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The roar of the crowd still echoes in your ears as you watch Sensei Wolf from the corner of the gym. The loss to Johnny hasn’t just overwhelmed him; it has stayed with him, like a stain he can’t get rid of. You know he’s not used to losing, especially not to Johnny. The adrenaline still running through his body is evident in every movement: the rapid pace of his breathing, his hands slightly trembling, as though he’s still processing what just happened.

His frustration is palpable, and the rage, clearly visible on his face, can’t be hidden. The way his eyes gleam with an almost wild intensity, as if he’s searching for something in the crowd, makes you take an involuntary step back. But you stay there, watching, almost as if you could feel the fury emanating from his body. In this moment, he seems more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him. You know it’s not just about the loss in the tiebreaker. There’s something else, something personal, something that’s burning inside of him.

The place is starting to empty out, but he remains there, motionless, as if he can’t process what just happened. You feel watched, as if it’s inevitable that, sooner or later, he will notice you. And when he does, you can see the slight hesitation in his gaze. A fleeting glance, a blink that makes you think that maybe he’s not as sure of how to handle all of this. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so bewildered. He knows he’s failed, but you also know he’s not willing to admit it.

Walking toward him is an impulse you can’t stop. You know this won’t be easy, and you have no idea what to expect. But still, you do it, your footsteps echoing on the gym floor as you approach, leaving behind the crowd and the charged atmosphere of celebrations and defeats.

When you finally reach his side, he doesn’t move. He looks at you directly, as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re doing there, and for a moment, you wonder if maybe you should have stayed in the shadows. But you know this is what you have to do. It’s not just for him, but for yourself. For the strange magnetism you’ve always felt toward him, for the way the tension between you never disappears, even in moments like this.

“Are you okay?��� you ask in a low, almost doubtful voice. The question seems empty, like an attempt to break the ice, but you know the real reason behind your concern is far more complicated. Despite his hardened exterior, something in his gaze tells you that he’s not as fine as he’d like others to believe. He’s not okay, and you know it.

He watches you in silence for what seems like an eternity. The discomfort in the air becomes dense, as if words are no longer enough to encompass what’s going on between you two. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice deep and full of frustration. “No, I’m not okay,” he mutters, his breathing still irregular. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

The words aren’t surprising. You already knew. You knew the loss was eating him up inside. You know him well enough to understand that he doesn’t like to lose, and especially not to Johnny, who, though not a bad fighter, isn’t someone he feels comfortable competing against. But you also know that what really has him so out of control isn’t just the loss. There’s something else. Something much deeper that has affected him, something he’s not willing to face.

You take another step closer, feeling how the space between you shrinks. The tension in the air is palpable, like you’re both charged with static electricity, waiting for something to happen. In his eyes, you see the rage, but also something else, something you can’t identify right away. You’re too close, but you don’t pull away. Not now. You’re too close to the truth to let it go.

“Johnny didn’t play dirty,” you blurt out, perhaps louder than you intended, but it’s how you feel. It’s not just the loss that has him so out of control. There’s something else that’s consuming him, and even though you know it’s not the right time to talk about it, you can’t help it.

Wolf steps closer to you, and for a second, the air seems to grow even thicker. The electricity between you two is almost tangible. You can’t help but look into his eyes, that intense gaze that now seems to scan you completely. The control you’ve always seen in him has vanished, and in its place, there’s a dangerous spark, like he’s looking for something else in you.

“Do you really believe that?” he asks in a lower tone, almost a whisper. The way he says it sends a chill through your body. It’s not just the rage that’s driving him now. There’s something else. Something deeper. Something neither of you, nor he, can hide.

“I don’t care what you think,” you reply, defiantly, though your voice trembles slightly. You’ve gotten so close that you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. But you don’t back down. Not now. You’re too close to the truth to let it slip away. The tension between you two is unbearable, and you know there’s no turning back.

What follows is almost a game. A dangerous game where you both challenge each other without words. Every look, every gesture, every breath becomes more intense. The space between you two becomes minimal. One more step, and you’d be touching. The atmosphere is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist with an unexpected firmness. The physical contact is as abrupt as it is electrifying, and though a slight jolt runs through your body, you don’t pull away. He drags you toward the hallways, almost without saying a word, but you can feel the fury, the frustration, and the need to channel something in his body. There are no words. Just the sound of your hurried steps echoing off the walls of the empty gym.

Once you’re inside the bathroom, he slams the door shut with a loud bang. The sound is strong, like an echo of everything that just happened. The room is dim, and the air seems even heavier. Now, there are no barriers. There’s no space between you two. He watches you with intensity, his eyes fixed on yours as if he’s waiting for something, but you don’t know what. All you feel is the heat radiating from his body, the brush of his breath, the closeness that’s now unbearable.

The air in the bathroom grows even thicker, charged with tension, with something neither of you dares to verbalize. The space between you two is so small that there’s no room for anything else. The distance dissolves, and you can’t help it, you can’t resist the need that’s burning in your chest. Without thinking, your lips meet his in a kiss that’s anything but soft. It’s urgent, needy, as though both of you are searching for an answer in the other, something you couldn’t find anywhere else.

He reacts immediately, one hand firmly on your neck, pulling you closer, as if he feared that if you moved even an inch away, everything he had built up during the fight, the frustration, the rage, would crumble. The intensity of his kiss is fierce, and it surprises you, enveloping you, as if nothing else mattered at that moment. The brush of his body against yours is searing, and for a moment, all you know is that you’ve lost yourself in him, in this contact, in this need that feels like an explosion.

When you finally break apart, both of you breathing heavily, he looks at you intently, his eyes shining with something you’ve never seen before: vulnerability. But there’s also a fierce determination, as though he’s on the edge, caught between his desire and the fear of what this might mean. His voice comes out rough, low, and urgent, as if he needs to say it, as though he can’t keep going without releasing the pressure.

“I need you,” he whispers, barely a murmur, but the words resonate in your chest, making you feel as if the weight of his declaration has fallen on you. It’s not a plea, it’s not a demand. It’s an affirmation, a raw truth that makes it all feel even more real.

What he's doing is confessing his need, something that, you know, isn't easy for him.

You can't respond. The words get stuck in your throat. The situation is so intense that you don't know what to do. All you can feel is the heat of his lips against yours, his breath against your neck, the urgency of his hands as they undress you. Sensei Wolf's body is hard and heavy, his skin hot and sweaty, the contact with your body is scorching. Without thinking, you move closer, yearning for more contact, more heat, more need. And when his lips brush against yours once more, you can't help the sigh that escapes your lips. The need becomes palpable in the air, like an abyss that envelops them and from which you can no longer escape.

What is happening between the two of them is inevitable.

Finally, he undresses you completely, the clothes falling to the floor. His eyes don't leave you, as if they were registering each of your reactions. The vulnerability in his eyes becomes more evident, but the tension in his body does not cease. It's not time to rest yet.

As soon as he looks at you with the most intense gaze you've ever seen, anger, pain, and need intertwining, you know you can't stop what's about to come. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his hips, and carries you to one of the walls, his erection between his legs. The look in his eyes is of such wild intensity that you can barely stand it.

The penetration is hard, rough, without consideration. There is no tenderness, no gentleness. Everything is urgent, necessary, as if he were freeing himself from the pressure that has been crushing him. You bite your lip to avoid screaming, to not break the silence. The wall feels cold against your back, but you can't feel the cold. All your attention is focused on the penetration, on the feeling of his erection inside you, on the way he touches every part of you. The sensation is intense, as if all his frustration had focused on you.

"Yes, Feng...", you whisper, half-dazed, but he barely pays attention to your words. His entire body is focused on the sexual act, on the penetration, as if there were something more behind this, something even he cannot explain. The need in his eyes has not diminished, it is even wilder than before, as if they were in a race against time.

The breathing is strong, gasping, each of their breaths accompanied by a gasp that mixes with your own breaths. His arms envelop you completely, his muscles tense and hard. His entire body is like a block of stone, solid and heavy.

A few moments later, you feel ready to explode, the climax just a few inches away from you. Everything about his body tells you that he is also close. His breathing is even stronger, the muscles tensing even more. It's as if his own climax were inevitable, as if something greater were enveloping him.

"Feng... no...", you gasp, about to reach orgasm.

He keeps moving, not caring about your words. At this moment, he doesn't seem to be in the bathroom of a public place. He doesn't seem defeated, he doesn't seem to feel the anger and frustration he just felt. He is different, someone closer to you, someone who has allowed himself to be vulnerable, someone who has allowed need to take control over him.

Finally, when you reach the climax, their bodies shake at the same time, the orgasm enveloping them. Everything becomes blurry. The only thing you know is the feeling of having him inside you, of feeling the tension of his muscles against yours.

After a few minutes, the moment of intensity passes, and silence is the only sound in the air. There are no words to describe what just happened between the two of you. All there is are the sounds of your ragged breaths, the quickened breathing, and the feeling of Wolf's body against yours, his erection still inside you.

He leans against the wall with a sigh, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. His body feels heavy, as if the tension that had enveloped him for so long had been released, and all that remained was the need for you.

Their eyes meet yours, and for a brief second, you can see a shadow of guilt in them.

"Sorry if I was too harsh," he whispers, the words coming out with a bit of effort. But you know there's no need to apologize. There was never a choice for what had just happened between the two of you.

You don't respond. You can't. All the words have evaporated in your mouth. The only thing you can do is look at him, look at the man in your arms, the man who just moments ago seemed like a bomb about to explode. The change is incredible. At this moment, he is a vulnerable man, a man who has admitted his need, a man who can finally relax.