kai can't read guys it's true I said so
kai can't read guys it's true I said so
- Johnny, Daniel, Robby, and Miguel are all only children.
- Daniel, Robby, and Miguel grew up in female-headed households.
- Johnny, Daniel, and Miguel have or had positive relationships with their mothers. Robby does not.
- Johnny, Robby, and Miguel had neglectful or abusive fathers.
- Johnny, Daniel, Robby, and Miguel all seek alternative father figures.
- Daniel and Miguel formed lasting positive bonds with the father figures in their lives. Johnny and Robby did not.
- Johnny and Miguel created found families with friends in their peer group. Daniel and Robby did not.
- Johnny, Daniel, Robby, and Miguel all have been both the victims and the perpetrators of violence.
— tight leash | overhaul
Chisaki didn’t like dogs, and dogs didn’t like him. Too loud, too unpredictable, too filthy. That’s why instead of a dog he has you.
Content warnings: pet play, dacryphilia, praise, gn!petname, body worship, creampie,slight humiliation, mentioned dubcon, fem!reader (no pronouns stated)
Pairings: overhaul x reader
Overhaul made sure you were dressed in your finest for play today. The pretty lingerie that cost too much for how much it covered. Lacy and delicate, almost delicate enough that the slightest pressure would tear and the whole thing would fall apart. But he would be counting on that last bit happening though.
The gaudy white collar, perfect for a pampered pet. Shiny silver adornments with juxtaposing soft frills sticking out and a medium-sized ring in the center for a leash to be clipped on. But there was no need for a leash for today, the collar was only for show today. It was fit for one of those pampered lap dogs with nasty tempers, but thankfully you were less riled and more mild.
Surveying you up and down, almost looking like he was sizing up a meal, “I think my pet looks very pretty...” Drawling on and feeling the textured lace on your shoulders with his fingers. You looked shy and embarrassed from all the doting, humble as always.
“Call yourself pretty, for me.”
“I’m pretty,” You sounded meek as a mouse and disingenuous, like you had not believed what you said at all.
He hadn’t the time or patience for your parried compliments, “Say it again.” If his pathetic pup wouldn’t obey like he wanted, he would have to give you your ‘medicine’ to behave. Even the most patient owners have their limits, and you unintentionally pushed his buttons at times.
“I am pretty,” You had more confidence in your voice, but it was wavered by the slight tremble near the end and your fists that bunched up the fabric at your hips.
Satisfied he pulled your face in with his hands, “Yes, yes you are.” Your eyes looked glassy like you were going to start crying soon. Contrasting to his, his were like polished brass. Not quite gold, duller, and more muted. They were hungry and fervent, unlike his expression, which hadn't changed from its hidden smugness.
“Come, sit.” Prompting you by tapping your chin with the side of his forefinger and thumb. Straightening yourself, you had submissively taken a sitting kneel position.
Narrowing his eyes, giving you a cross look before hinting at you and tapping his finger impatiently against his thigh. Promptly seating yourself on his lap so you wouldn’t annoy him more than you had. Sighing he replaced his displeasure with a patient smile, acting as a reprieve, that if you had continued to annoy him it might have been a different story. One with tears, pain, and forced orgasms.
“Undo my belt.”
Timidly nodding, you wrapped your fingers around the cool metal buckle to unfasten it. Following up by unzipping his trousers and pulling them down to his thighs, just enough to let his stiffened prick out. Your shaky limps were trying to position yourself awkwardly in an attempt to mount his lap. Moving his hands to the underside of your thighs, he snapped the garter against your skin.
Nearly fumbling from his sudden action, that if it hadn’t been for his hands steadying you, you might have been painfully impaled on his cock.
Listening to his words, you carefully eased onto the tip of his cockhead, and squeezed your eyes tightly shut like you were expecting pain. Like he said you took him slowly until he had uncomfortably pressed against your walls, and you had been snuggly seated in his lap.
Using his thighs to rest your cute rump whenever you wanted to rest and catch your breath. This pace had been a bit too mild for him though, it made him restless every time you’d carefully bounce on his cock. You could barely fuck yourself properly, and it was his job to do it for you.
Quickly taking control by jerking his hips up to meet yours, he pressed the tips of his fingers firmly into the smooth contour on your hips, he dug into the quickly ripping fabric. Whenever he’d hit against your poor cervix you would bunch up the fabric of his dress shirt and say “ow, ow, ow...”
“Go on, make yourself cum.”
Taking one of your arms away from his shoulder to quickly work your fingers at the displaced fabric of your panties. Rubbing your little clit, and desperately try to cum just as much as he was. If Overhaul had his gloves, he might have done it himself.
Rolling your hips around with your fingers, you bit back a cry and shivered when you quickly made yourself cum around his cock. Tensing up and relaxing around him, only you realized that Overhaul wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.
Continuing to fuck you even after your protested whimpers of overstimulation, like you were a stupid pet, his stupid pet. Pleading him with your teary puppy eyes to finish soon, sputtering pathetically from being so used.
Hissing through his teeth when he could feel you tighten around him and pinching your skin with his fingertips, trying to release some tension onto your pillowy flesh like a stress toy. Steadying you against his chest when he felt himself needing to cum, and coating your quivering insides in warm cum, and unevenly jerking his hips to trying to milk the remnants of his own orgasm making you cry out again.
“Ah—ah good pet...” Letting his praise mutter off under his breath. Pushing aside his feelings for a second to give you a chaste kiss on your forehead, which had been hot like you were fevered up.
Resting his hands on your heaving ribs and down to your sparsely cover waist. The poor lacing covering it had been torn for his fingers leaving large holes where he had gripped. Smiling briefly that he had gotten his money’s worth out of the once beautiful garment. Finally noticing his leaking cum had stained and soiled the bottoms of your underwear and the lap of pants, making him scrunch up his nose. Well, he definitely had now at least.
Taglist: @heartpopper @bunniesandvillains @mama-mischief @mielfiore
Tatum drove Kai and Myles to the Starbucks where Natalie will be meeting them at. Also Yasmin will be there. He was already going to meet Yasmin there for their date so he knew that she would be surprised to see them with him.
They got out of the car and walked to the Starbucks and seen Yasmin seating there on the bench.
“Cookie!” Yasmin waved yelling Tatum’s nickname.
“Sorry did you wait long?” Tatum asked.
Yasmin shook her head. “You two are here as well, huh?”
Tatum replied. “They’re meeting up with Myles’s little sister.”
Yasmin gasped. “Myles has a sister?!” Myles nodded. “Where’s Rylee Baby?”
“Student council meeting.” Tatum replied.
“Oh. But, since you’re all here, now might be a good time.”
“For what?” Tatum asked.
“Well you see..” Running footsteps cut Yasmin off. They look down the street and seen Natalie running towards them.
“Oh! Natalie!” Myles yelled.
Natalie ran up to Myles. “Thank you so much!”
“It’s fine, not much else I could’ve done.” Myles shrugged. Myles gesture Kai to come here. “Here, Natalie.”
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CK 1x04 Cobra Kai Never Dies 165
Raquel and Dakota are great.
come as you want (just come unarmed) by geminihilum
“Hey sugar, you here for your angel?”
Dabi chuckles, ever since they found out about their relations, the waitresses and barmaids wouldn't drop using his house name. He's stopped arguing against it pretty early on. They're right, after all.
He's here for his angel.
He takes a sip of his glass and gazes around the walkway.
He wonders how many he's going to have to burn before the sun rises.
Words: 2525, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: tags to be updated as I go, this is what happens when you watch sin city one too many times, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, League of Villains
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31382993
Wanna know what's worse than a ghost?
A zombie ghost
-Maya has been working on Kai's gi to fit his taste ever since she first started training him, so his is definitely the fanciest, he also just wants to look nice while he kicks ass :')
-Cole's outfit will be a lot more simple in the first few seasons simply because, unlike Zane and Kai, he doesn't let Maya alter it to his comfort. He's still not over the loss of his mother and so he doesn't feel too comfortable with Maya during the first seasons.
-Zane is a pretty boy, he deserves this. He gets Maya as a motherly figure and she absolutely learns about tech just to help him after his true potential episode.
-Lloyd...I'm finding a way to keep him as a child, simply refuse to make him grow up too fast in this whole rewrite. Istg I will erase the whole Cloud Kingdom if I must.
-Morro is seriously wondering how they're supposed to do ninja stuff when the others are dressed in such bright colors. Only ninja that actually manages to sneak around.
I was tagged by @dedlit and @elsonambulo; thank you! Love these and sometimes am too shy/avoidant/whatever to do them.
It’s the year 2021 and you’re obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?: Not bad, all things considered. One, nothing like a surprise obsession to give a person something interesting to do during a pandemic, and two, I can at least say my obsession is age-appropriate!
Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series? I remember when the original The Karate Kid movie came out - I liked it, and I was a little embarrassed by it - I was at that age where it just wasn’t quite cool enough to admit I liked, but I liked it anyway. I didn’t have a crush on any of the characters at the time - ahem, that came later. I don’t particularly remember the KK2 or KK3 movies when they originally came out, and definitely had no idea about TNKK. I recently watched The Next Karate Kid and was pleasantly surprised at how enjoyable it was.
We gotta do the basics. Favorite character: Johnny Lawrence, for the sheer entertainment value.
Favorite ship: Lawrusso, 100%. Silverusso would be runner-up – the power dynamics and utter undercover creep-value of KK3 is irresistible to me. If I had a stronger stomach, I’d be writing hella Daniel-whump at the hands of Terry the Creep.
Underrated character: Tory Nichols and Samantha LaRusso. They get beat up by the fandom, and their characters are great, so I don’t understand why. (Well, I do understand why – pure misogyny – and I reject the entire premise.)
Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol): What’s the ship for Daniel and Amanda? That’s the answer. So, confession time. I thought about writing a sequel to What Happened After the All-Valley, where Daniel meets Amanda, cheats on Johnny, and ultimately leaves him for Amanda and the promise of a family. And it was, literally, too much angst for me to set down on paper. I love angst, and at the same time, writing angst makes me so anxious and depressed that it’s legitimately hard for me to manage, as in, it interferes with my life, my work, etc. So I couldn’t do it, although it would be such a fantastic, angsty, tragic love story.
Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?: Sweep the Leg.
Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?: (1) The KK2 black tank top. (2) in Cobra Kai season three, his velvet Christmas party suit.
Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver: Dutch!
Scene that lives in your head rent-free: Every creepy Terry/Daniel interaction in KK3.
Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?: Nope. He’s not even in the family photos!
You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?: Cobra Kai. I was the confused, goth-leaning black sheep when I was a teenager, so why pretend I’d be a well-balanced Miyagi-Do kid now?
What’s your training montage song?: Going period-appropriate here, Europe’s Final Countdown!
It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I want angsty Adult Buffy running into Johnny Lawrence in an alley somewhere, taking down a vampire, then gettin’ down.
I don’t see that @ghostalservice has been tagged? So... tagged! Otherwise, if you see this post and you haven’t already been tagged, consider yourself tagged now!
i wish to watch jrwi with someone
D&D sometimes isn’t always happy and chaotic fun--sometimes there’s character deaths and dark themes.
In the campaign Kai Kazi was in, she was the only character to live from the beginning to the end. That is tough on a character to watch every one of your close companions die. For a while she was depressed and standoffish, not wanting to form close relations at all. Thankfully she is also a monk, so strength of mind and mediation are major tenants she lived by (and what kept her going).
(and yes, she’s wearing a cloak of displacement. Early on in the campaign they fought a displacer beast and one of her close friends made the cloak. She still has it to remember him by)
What I’m getting at is I want you to go out with me.