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Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai) x fem!reader

Based off Tate McRae’s Miss Possessive song

Maybe like they’re at Miguel and Robby’s party and some girl has been looking at Miguel all night and everyone warns her to stay away cause his girlfriend (reader) is possessive (not toxic though:) ) and the girl goes up to Miguel and reader cuts her off saying “keep your hands off my man”???

Hands On Hands Off | Miguel x Fem!reader

Summary: The request

Word Count: 991

The party was in full swing, music pumping, red solo cups in every hand, and the backyard packed with people dancing, drinking, and making questionable decisions. Miguel and Robby had thrown the party together—an unexpected team-up, but a damn good one.

You stood near the kitchen, sipping your drink and watching as your boyfriend, Miguel, laughed with his friends across the room. He looked good—too good. His curls were tousled just right, his dimples flashing every time he smiled, and his stupidly perfect arms flexing whenever he gestured.

And apparently, you weren’t the only one who noticed.

The blonde—Lexi or Lacey or whatever—had been staring at him all night. Not subtly, either. No, she was full-on heart-eyes, biting her lip like she was in some kind of rom-com, twirling her hair like she had an invisible ‘pick me’ sign above her head.

“Uh-oh,” Devon muttered beside you, following your gaze. “She’s gonna try it.”

“She wouldn’t,” Tory added, then squinted. “Actually, she might be that stupid.”

“Bless her heart,” Sam sighed, already taking a sip of her drink like this was about to be entertainment.

Sure enough, the girl started making her way toward Miguel, swaying her hips like she was in a Victoria’s Secret commercial. Your grip tightened around your cup, but you didn’t move—not yet. You gave her a chance to rethink. To turn back.

She didn’t.

She reached out, fingers about to graze Miguel’s arm.

Oh, hell no.

Before she could lay a single manicured finger on him, you stepped in, placing yourself right between them. You looked her dead in the eye, voice sweet but firm.

“Keep your hands off him.”

The room didn’t go silent, but damn if people weren’t watching.

Blondie blinked, clearly not expecting to be stopped. “I was just—”

“Just what?” You tilted your head, smiling. “Just about to make the worst decision of your life?”

Miguel, bless his soul, had the audacity to look amused. He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Hey, babe,” he murmured, kissing your temple.

Blondie hesitated, then let out an awkward laugh. “It’s not that serious.”

You raised a brow. “It is when it’s my boyfriend.”

Robby, who had wandered over with a beer in hand, smirked. “Damn. Girl’s got a death wish.”

Blondie huffed, muttering something under her breath before turning on her heel and walking away—finally.

Devon grinned. “And that, folks, is why no one messes with Y/N’s man.”

Miguel chuckled, looking down at you. “Jealous, babe?”

You met his gaze, a slow smirk curling your lips. “Not jealous. Possessive.”

And when you pulled him in for a kiss right there, making sure everyone saw exactly who he belonged to, you knew there wouldn’t be a single girl in this room dumb enough to try that again.

Miguel smirked against your lips, his hands settling on your waist. “Damn, babe. If I knew you got like this, I would’ve thrown a party sooner.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging him down for another quick kiss. “Don’t push it, Diaz.”

From the sidelines, Robby snorted. “Yeah, yeah, we get it. You’re crazy about each other. Can we get back to the actual party now?”

Devon nodded. “Agreed. And someone better tell Blondie to cut her losses before Y/N really gives her a reason to regret tonight.”

Tory smirked, raising her drink. “I don’t know. I kinda wanted to see what would happen.”

Miguel chuckled, shaking his head. “You guys act like Y/N’s about to start a fight.”

You leaned in, your voice low enough for only him to hear. “Not a fight, cariño. Just a lesson.”

His eyes darkened slightly, and yeah—you knew exactly what that look meant. Maybe this party would end early after all.

Smirking, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor. “Come on, show me those moves.”

Miguel grinned, letting you lead. As you passed Devon and Sam, you overheard Devon mutter, “Yeah… no one’s ever trying that again.”

Then, as if on cue, Robby grinned and added, “Like that time Hawk tried to steal Johnny’s last beer.”

The entire group groaned, Tory covering her face as Sam shook her head.

“That was two years ago,” Hawk called from the other side of the yard. “Let it go already!”

“Never,” Devon shot back, clinking her cup against Sam’s.

Miguel laughed, pulling you closer. “You know, I think that might’ve been the last time I saw Johnny cry.”

You snorted. “Well, good thing I’m not stealing your last beer. Just your heart.”

Miguel grinned. “You stole that a long time ago.”

And just like that, the party carried on—Miguel firmly yours, the lesson well learned, and yet another ridiculous inside joke added to the group’s never-ending collection.

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Hello! I heard requests are open? Could you please do a Robby x sister! Reader where reader is at prom with her bf Eli (after the shaving) and she sees Robby and she catches Robby alone and tries to talk to him about why he shaved her bf's hair off and she tries to reason with him (im headcanoning her as a sweet girl. Like Moon, but nicer) and in the end, she gives up on that convo and they hang out a little, maybe even have a small dance (cause no matter what happens, they're still twins and they can never hate each other, even when they're on opposite sides of war). I know it's a long one but could you please try to do it? Thank you so much!!

No Matter What | Robby x Fem!reader

Summary: You and your twin brother were on opposite sides of the Miyagi-Do vs Cobra Kai rivalry, and even after everything he’d done, in the end, they were still twins.

Word count: 1092

The gym was alive with color and chaos—strobe lights flashing, dresses swirling, and music thumping through the speakers. It smelled like too much cologne and cheap perfume, but there was something almost magical about prom night.

And for a while, it had been perfect.

Eli had smiled at you, his hands firm on your waist as you swayed together on the dance floor. But he was different now—quieter, more withdrawn. You knew why. The scar on his lip, the way he tensed when certain people walked past—it all told the story he didn’t like to say out loud.

You knew what they had done to him.

What Robby had done to him.

Your twin brother. Your best friend since birth. The boy who used to braid your hair when Mom was too drunk to function, who used to sneak you out for ice cream when things got bad at home.

And now, he was the reason your boyfriend flinched at mirrors.

You saw him before he saw you.

Robby stood near the punch table, alone, looking out of place in a suit he probably hadn’t even wanted to wear. His jaw was set, arms crossed over his chest, his presence somehow both menacing and sad. He wasn’t celebrating. He wasn’t laughing or dancing or throwing an arm around some date. He was just there.

And you knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore him.

You squeezed Eli’s hand. “I’ll be back in a sec, okay?”

Eli followed your gaze, and his whole body stiffened. “Are you serious?

“I just…” You exhaled through your nose. “I need to talk to him.”

Eli looked away, jaw clenched, but nodded. “Just don’t let him pull any of his ‘woe is me’ bullshit on you.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you made your way through the crowd, the music growing quieter as you reached him.

“Hey,” you said softly.

Robby turned, surprised. His expression flickered, unreadable, before settling into something neutral. “Hey.”

You shifted on your feet, fidgeting with the beading on your dress. “Didn’t think you’d show up.”

He shrugged. “Tory wanted to come. I figured, why not?”

You hummed, nodding, before taking a deep breath. “I gotta ask, Robby… why?”

His jaw ticked. “Why what?”

“Come on,” you pressed. “You know what. Eli’s hair. You didn’t just beat him—you humiliated him. You stripped him of something that made him him. That’s not you.”

His eyes darkened. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” you said immediately. “I know you, Robby. And I know how much you hate bullies. But what you did—it wasn’t just fighting back. It was cruel.”

His nostrils flared slightly. “You don’t know what it was like in there. You don’t know what he was like in there.”

You blinked. “So that makes it okay?”

“No,” he admitted. “But it makes it fair.”

Your heart sank. “I don’t get it. I don’t get you anymore.”

“Maybe you never did,” he muttered.

A lump formed in your throat. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

Robby sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to do this, okay? Not here.”

You studied him for a moment before exhaling sharply. “Fine. Whatever.” You shook your head, dropping the topic entirely. If he wasn’t going to budge, there was no point in fighting. “Guess we’re both here, anyway. Might as well make the most of it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And how do you propose we do that?”

You smirked slightly and held out your hand. “Dance with me.”

Robby stared at you like you had lost your mind. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you confirmed. “What, you scared?”

His lips twitched, almost smiling. “You are insane.”

“And you’re stalling.”

He rolled his eyes but took your hand anyway, letting you lead him to the dance floor.

A slow song had just started, and you placed his hands on your waist, wrapping your arms around his neck.

It was weird. It was familiar. It was you two.

“You know,” you said after a moment, “we used to dance in the kitchen all the time when we were kids.”

Robby huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Mom’s crappy radio and that tile floor that was always sticky.”

“God, I hated that floor.”

“Me too,” he admitted.

You swayed in silence for a while, lost in memories, lost in the moment. It felt right. Like before everything had gone to shit. Like before Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do and rivalries and revenge.

Just you two. Just twins.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he sighed, squeezing your waist just a little tighter.

“Things are never gonna be the same, are they?” you murmured.

Robby’s voice was quiet. “I don’t think so.”

You swallowed hard, pulling back to look at him. “But we’re always gonna be us, right?”

He held your gaze for a long time before nodding. “Yeah. We’re always gonna be us.”

And for tonight, that was enough.

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A/N: I’m so sorry i couldn’t post these past few days, i’ll try doing it regularly but i’ve got some important exams coming up soon.

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WDYM Michelle Trachtenberg passed away?????? My brain short circuited when i saw it. Rest In Peace Queen 🕊️

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Hi, Ik your pretty busy but could you do sensei Wolf x reader where they’re together and reader doesn’t fight anymore but wolf asks reader to sensei with him at the sekai taikai and he gets turned on seeing her in a Gi again and it turns into a smut and he asks reader to be his partner for life I’m living for wolf having a soft spot for reader

His Eyes Only | Sensei Wolf x Fem!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Summary: The request

A/N: I realize I don't add a lot of smut into my work but i'm trying my best, I'll make a post on what all I can write about, I'm so open to smut requests.

You never expected to step back into this world. Fighting, competing, teaching—it had all been a part of your life once, but you had let it go. And Wolf had let you, even if you knew it killed him.

Still, you visited him at the dojo. You sat on the sidelines, watched him push his students to the brink, barked out the occasional correction when one of them was slacking. But that was it. Just a visitor.

Until today.

Wolf leaned against his desk in the private office, arms crossed, watching you with that sharp, assessing look he reserved for his fighters.

"I need you," he said, voice low, deliberate. "For the Sekai Taikai."

You exhaled. "Wolf—"

"I know," he cut you off. "I know you’re done. But this isn’t just any tournament. You know what’s at stake."

You did. This wasn’t just about winning—it was about proving that the Iron Dragons still ruled the world stage. That Wolf still ruled it. And if there was one thing you knew about the man standing in front of you, it was that he didn’t handle failure well.

"You’re the only one I trust," he admitted, the rare vulnerability in his voice making your chest tighten. "Just help me through this."

That was how you ended up here, standing in front of the mirror in his office, adjusting the sleeves of the grey Iron Dragons gi.

The second you tied the belt, you heard it—low and deep, like a man barely holding it together.

Wolf groaned.

You glanced at him through the mirror, catching the way his jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists like he was fighting the urge to touch you.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "I forgot how good that looks on you."

You smirked, turning to face him fully. "That why you wanted me here? Just an excuse to see me in this again?"

His eyes darkened, and in two strides, he was in front of you, hands gripping your waist. "That’s a bonus," he murmured, voice rough. "But now I’ve got a different problem."

Your breath hitched as his fingers flexed against your hips, his gaze roaming over you like he was memorizing every inch.

"And what’s that?" you teased.

Wolf leaned in, his lips ghosting over your jaw, his breath hot against your skin.

"Now I don’t want anyone else seeing you in this but me."

His mouth found yours, and you could already taste the need on his lips. He kissed you like he’d been starving for it, and the intensity of that hunger sent a rush of heat between your thighs.

Wolf’s hands slid under the gi top, up your bare back, and then under your arms to grip your breasts, fingers finding and teasing your nipples until you moaned against him.

He swallowed the sound with another deep kiss, and your hands fumbled for his belt, popping the button free. When you finally got his pants open, his cock sprang out, thick and hard, and Wolf cursed again, the sound turning you on even more.

He picked you up and sat you down on his desk, pushing you legs apart and kneeling in front of you. You reached out to tangle your fingers in his hair, but he shook his head, eyes burning as he ran his gaze over you again.

"Not yet."

He lifted your gi pants and shoved them down, leaving them at your ankles, then leaned in and dragged his tongue up your inner thigh. Your legs clenched around his head at the sensation, and he made a pleased sound deep in his throat.

"Perfect," he murmured. "Just what I needed."

Then his mouth found you, and all your thoughts went blank.

You were used to him teasing you mercilessly with his tongue and teeth, but he was hungry, too hungry to hold back now. He ate you out with all the pent-up need he’d been holding in, and you let out one moan after another, your head falling back as your body shook and trembled with pleasure.

"Wolf," you gasped, your hands pulling at his hair now, the need to come too much to bear. "I’m so close—"

He moaned against you and you cried out, your back arching as he pushed you over the edge. Your legs clutched around him like a vice, holding him in place as your orgasm tore through you.

Wolf didn’t stop until you were shivering and limp, your legs loose around his shoulders.

You weren’t even sure when he got up, when he pulled off the rest of your gi and your sports bra. You didn't know how or when but in a single move you were off the desk "on your knees" you heard him say in a low growl.

You looked up and saw Wolf standing in front of you now, his pants still open, his hard cock right in front of your face.

You happily obliged and got on your knees, wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, his hand threading through your hair.

You didn’t respond, too busy sliding your mouth up and down his shaft. He wasn’t the only one hungry for this.

He kept a hand in your hair, guiding you, not pulling on it, but still firm enough that he could control your movements.

It didn’t take long before you felt him swell and stiffen in your mouth.

You pulled back as quickly lifted you up to his desk, bending you over, both of you now facing the only mirror in his office

. Your eyes caught on him, seeing the reflection of his body and your own, naked and eager.

"Watch us," he commanded as he positioned himself behind you, his hand curling around the nape of your neck.

You nodded and kept your gaze on the mirror, watching as his cock found its way to your wet pussy.

His hand tightened on your neck as he pushed inside of you, and you cried out at the intensity.

Wolf groaned. "Fuck, baby."

He started moving, thrusting into you, and you watched his reflection fuck you hard, fast, rough. You could see your tits bouncing in the mirror, and you felt the heat building between your legs.

He pulled your hair as he fucked you harder and faster.

"Tell me when you’re gonna cum," he gritted, his voice thick.

The need inside of you was already building, your muscles clenching around him as he hit that spot inside of you over and over.

Wolf reached his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit. He pressed his palm flat against your pussy and slid it up to the bottom of your belly, pressing lightly.

You screamed and bucked back against him as an orgasm tore through you, your eyes never leaving the mirror.

He held you against him as the spasms rocked your body, his cock still pumping in and out of you, then he pressed his fingers against that spot again, and you came all over again, crying out his name.

This time, he couldn’t hold back. His thrusts became more frantic, his hands holding your hips hard as he fucked you through another orgasm.

When you felt his cock jerk and swell inside of you, you knew he was close. His fingers curled tighter on your hips, pulling you against him on his final thrust, and with a strangled groan, he spilled inside of you.

You watched as he came in the mirror, your gaze locked on the reflection of Wolf losing himself in you, his mouth open and gasping for air.

You stayed there like that for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breath as he leaned over, his chest pressing against your back. Then he pulled out of you and turned you around.

Wolf exhaled, his forehead resting against yours as the last waves of pleasure faded into something softer. His grip on you eased, no longer possessive—just grounding. Like he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

"You good?" he murmured, his voice still rough but laced with something gentler.

You nodded, still catching your breath. "Yeah. You?"

He huffed a quiet laugh, brushing his lips against your temple before finally stepping back. "Come on."

Before you could ask where, he was already scooping you up, ignoring your weak protest as he carried you toward the small bathroom connected to his office.

"You really don’t have to—"

"Shut up," he muttered, kicking the door open. "You barely got your legs under you."

You rolled your eyes, but there was no heat to it. He set you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a towel and wetting it under warm water. His movements were steady, practiced, but there was a tenderness in the way he cleaned you up—tracing over every mark he’d left like he was committing them to memory.

"You always act all tough," you teased, watching him work, "but deep down, you’re just a big softie."

Wolf shot you a look, one brow raised. "Say that again and see what happens."

You grinned, swinging your legs playfully. "Softie."

He tossed the towel at you.

You caught it, laughing. "Rude."

Wolf just shook his head, grabbing one of his spare shirts from a cabinet and tugging it over your head before you could argue. It smelled like him—clean sweat, cedar, and something distinctly Wolf.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, then leaned against the counter beside you, arms crossed. "You really gonna do this?" he asked, quieter now. "Sensei with me?"

You looked up at him, seeing something unspoken in his expression. This wasn’t just about the tournament. It was about trust. About standing beside him, in every way.

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together. "Yeah," you said softly. "I’m with you, Wolf. Always."

For a moment, he just looked at you, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. Then, with a smirk that didn’t quite hide the warmth in his eyes, he muttered, "Damn right you are."

And just like that, he pulled you into his chest, holding you like he never planned on letting go.

The Sekai Taikai cocktail mixer was in an hour, and you were still in Wolf’s office, lounging on the couch in his oversized shirt while he finished getting dressed. He looked damn good—black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, fitted slacks that made it criminal for him to leave the room without you jumping him again.

"You’re staring," he muttered, smirking as he adjusted his watch.

"You’re hot," you replied without shame, stretching like a satisfied cat.

Wolf chuckled, shaking his head before crossing the room, stopping in front of you. "Come here," he said, holding out his hand.

You took it, letting him pull you to your feet. His hands settled on your waist, thumbs brushing over the fabric of his shirt that was still hanging loose on you. His expression shifted—more serious now, like he was turning something over in his head.

"What?" you asked, tilting your head.

Wolf exhaled through his nose, then smirked like he was amused with himself. "I was gonna wait until after the tournament, but…" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box.

Your breath caught.

"Wolf—"

"I’m not good with words," he interrupted, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist. "Never have been. But you? You’re the only thing in my life that’s ever made sense. And I know I don’t deserve you, but I don’t give a shit."

Your eyes burned, heart hammering as he opened the box to reveal a sleek, silver ring—simple, but right.

"Marry me," he said, no hesitation, no nerves. Just certainty. Just him.

You blinked. Then blinked again. Then looked down at yourself—the oversized shirt of his you’d thrown on, your bare legs, your hair still messy from what you’d just done on his damn desk.

“Wolf,” you choked out, holding up your hands. “Look at me. I look homeless right now, and you’re proposing??”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “And?”

“And?! People usually propose when their girl is, I don’t know, in a nice dress, with her nails done, maybe not looking like she just got manhandled six ways from sunday in her fiancé’s office.”

His smirk deepened. “Exactly. You’re mine like this. No fancy shit, no audience—just us. And I’d still marry you if you were wearing a trash bag.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening. Leave it to him to make something so ridiculous sound so perfect.

Then you sighed dramatically. “Fine, but when people ask how you proposed, I’m telling them you did it while I looked like a gremlin.”

Wolf chuckled, pulling you close. “Tell them whatever you want.” He kissed your knuckles before slipping the ring onto your finger. “Long as they know you said yes.”

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A/N: While writing this i was trying to find a better word than 'railed' and my brain instantly thought of 'manhandled six ways from sunday' and my mouth moved faster than my brain and I went "my favorite way" ??????????????

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Created a new insta account for y’all, it’s probably a fanpage but idk so just go follow it ig

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I don’t really know what i’m gonna do there but i’m totally going all in for this

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So i have around 11 more requests to go and i will definitely complete them as soon as possible, i’ll be writing everyone’s requests so don’t u guys worry about it. I appreciate all the love you guys have given these fics ❤️

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Could you make a Lewis Tan fanfic?😁

Ambos se conocieron durante el rodaje de Cobra Kai y luego comenzaron a salir. Los fanáticos sospechan esto, luego Lewis y Lector (mujer) hacen pública su relación en el estreno de la temporada final.

Lo siento si mi inglés no es muy bueno :]

The Premiere of Us | Lewis Tan x Fem!reader

Summary: Lewis and Y/N meet on the set of Cobra Kai and fans suspect that they're secretly together, but at the premiere of the final season, they decide to make it public

Word Count: 902

A/N: Aquí tienes, no es problema, yo también sé un poco de español. Gracias por pedírmelo Y para el resto de ustedes, siéntanse libres de preguntarme, incluso si es en español. Me gusta creer que soy al menos un 40% latina.

The final season premiere was only a few days away, and the internet was losing its mind.

Y/N scrolled through her phone, eyes widening at the latest fan conspiracy thread. “Babe. Someone just made a whole timeline of our ‘secret relationship.’” She turned the screen toward Lewis, who was sprawled across her couch with his head resting on her lap. “Look at this. They matched up our filming schedules. Our flights. They even figured out we were at the same coffee shop last month—from the reflection in a window.”

Lewis grinned, looking way too entertained. “Damn. They’re good.”

“This is next-level detective work. How do they know?”

He tilted his head up, smirking. “Maybe because I look at you like I wanna kiss you all the time?”

Y/N snorted. “Subtlety is not your strong suit.”

“Nope,” he agreed, stretching like a satisfied cat. Then, before she could react, he flipped over and tackled her onto the couch, arms wrapping around her.

She squeaked. “LEWIS!”

“What?” he grinned, already kissing her cheek. “I just realized something.”

“Oh god—what now?” she laughed, wiggling as he peppered kisses all over her face.

“The fans are right,” he mumbled between kisses. “We are together.” Kiss. “They totally figured it out.” Kiss. “Guess we have to go public now.” Kiss, kiss, kiss.

She shrieked, trying (and failing) to push him away as he attacked her with kisses, his scruff tickling her skin. “Stop! I’m trying to be serious!”

“Nope.” He kissed her nose, her forehead, then finally—finally—landed on her lips, lingering there just long enough to make her melt.

Y/N let out a sigh, arms looping around his neck as she gave up fighting. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love it.”

“Ugh, unfortunately.”

Lewis laughed before nuzzling into her neck, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a single inch between them. His voice softened. “So… we’re doing this?”

She knew what he meant. No more dodging. No more hiding. No more secret glances when they thought no one was watching.

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

His grin was pure joy. “Good.” Another kiss. Then another. “I was gonna hold your hand on the carpet anyway.”

“Oh?” she teased. “No discussion? Just your decision?”

“Yup,” he said smugly. “And if you try to stop me, I’ll make it worse.”

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Worse how?”

His smirk was downright dangerous. “Dipping you for a kiss in front of all the cameras.”

Y/N gasped, dramatically pushing at his chest. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Lewis grinned like a menace. “Try me.”

She shook her head, laughing as he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against him. Let the fans go wild. Let Twitter explode. Because at the premiere, when the cameras flashed and Lewis reached for her hand?

She wasn’t letting go.

The night of the premiere shimmered with excitement and anticipation. The red carpet stretched out like a runway, lit by countless flashes from cameras and the murmur of adoring fans. Amid the glitter and glamour, Lewis and Y/N strolled together, hands clasped tightly, each step a quiet rebellion against the urge to hide.

As they neared the entrance, the energy around them became palpable. Reporters gathered, microphones at the ready, while fans screamed playful cheers and snapped selfies. Lewis leaned in toward Y/N, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Ready to show the world?" he whispered, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. "Absolutely. Let them see us."

Before they reached the interview area, a reporter called out, "Lewis, can you tell us how it feels to be on the red carpet with someone so special?"

Lewis turned toward the camera, squeezing her hand. "Honestly? It's amazing. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Y/N laughed softly, adding, "We've been together since we first met on set, but tonight, there's no hiding."

A chorus of delighted gasps and cheers followed, and as they paused for a group photo, the atmosphere turned electric. The photographer yelled, "One, two, three!" and captured the couple sharing a tender, playful kiss right there on the carpet.

Lewis pulled Y/N into a warm embrace, the flashes capturing every bit of their joy. He whispered, "See? We already made the first move."

Y/N's eyes sparkled. "And you sure know how to make an entrance."

Throughout the evening, interviewers peppered them with questions—about their journey from secret glances on set to now, their plans for the future, and even playful teasing about who stole the first kiss. Lewis joked, "I’d say Y/N’s been the mastermind. I’m just lucky to be caught in her web."

At one point, during a quieter moment backstage, Y/N pulled Lewis close. "I was a little scared, you know?" she confessed softly. "Scared of what the world would think."

Lewis brushed a stray hair from her face and smiled reassuringly. "I used to worry about that too. But now, seeing you and knowing we’re in this together... I can’t imagine being anywhere else."

With each passing moment, their affection became the centerpiece of the event. Fans on social media flooded with heart emojis and declarations of joy, while off-camera, the couple found secret moments to cuddle close—a stolen kiss here, a shared laugh there.

As the night drew on and the premiere continued in full swing, Lewis leaned over and whispered, "Next time, I'll steal you away for a private moment right in the middle of the crowd."

Y/N chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

In that dazzling moment on the red carpet, amid a sea of cameras and cheers, they were exactly where they belonged—together, bold, and unapologetically in love.

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Hi dear ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Since you're accepting suggestions for request and after that Lewis pictures with his baby neice, maybe you could write something about Wolf finding out reader is pregnant after the events of the series finale, the idea of it just makes me 🥺, specially after that "conversation" he had with Jhonny about his little one seeing him as a loser/failure.

Heartbeat | Sensei Wolf x Fem!reader

Summary: The request

Word count: 1457

Wolf stormed through the halls, his chest still heaving from the match. He had nothing left—his dojo was gone, his title ripped away, his reputation in shambles. The Iron Dragons would scatter like cockroaches the second they realized their kingdom had fallen. He should’ve left. Should’ve disappeared before the vultures started circling.

But he had to find her.

The only thing that had ever mattered.

Wolf’s fists clenched as he searched for Y/N, his mind racing. He hadn’t seen her after the match. Was she avoiding him? Did she regret everything now?

Then he saw her.

The medical room.

His stomach plummeted.

He stepped inside, the harsh fluorescent lights making everything look even worse. Y/N was perched on the edge of a bed, her face paler than he’d ever seen it. A doctor handed her a small bottle of pills, muttering something before stepping out.

Wolf moved before he could think. “What the hell is that?”

Y/N’s head snapped up, her eyes widening. “Wolf—”

He was already in front of her, scanning her for injuries. “Are you hurt?” His voice came out rougher than he meant, his hands gripping her arms. “Who did this? Was it one of—”

“It’s not like that,” she interrupted, placing a shaky hand over his. “Just… sit down.”

Something about her tone made his stomach tighten.

He dropped onto the chair in front of her, his knee bumping against hers. “Talk to me.”

Y/N swallowed hard. Her hands were trembling as she placed them over her stomach. “I—I wanted to tell you sooner, but with the tournament, with everything—”

“Y/N.” His voice softened. “What is it?”

She exhaled, squeezing her eyes shut for a second. Then, barely above a whisper—

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Wolf blinked.

His mind blanked.

Pregnant.

The word slammed into his chest harder than any kick he’d ever taken. He stared at her, his world tilting, like the ground had just been ripped out from under him.

“I—I know this isn’t the right time,” she rushed out. “You just lost, and I didn’t want to stress you out even more. I came in here because I felt like I was going to pass out, and they said it’s just stress, but—”

Wolf wasn’t listening anymore.

He was too busy looking at her.

At the woman he loved. At the woman who, somehow, had just made his worst day into something else entirely.

His hands moved on their own, gripping her face, tilting it up so she couldn’t look away. His thumb brushed over her cheek, catching the tears she didn’t even realize were falling.

“You’re having my kid?” he asked, voice raw.

Y/N bit her lip and nodded.

Wolf exhaled sharply. Then, before she could say anything else, he crushed his mouth against hers.

It wasn’t a soft kiss. It wasn’t delicate or careful. It was desperate, rough, and so full of emotion that Y/N gasped against his lips. When he finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead against hers, his breaths shaky.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, eyes wet. “I’m pregnant.”

Wolf shut his eyes. A slow, almost disbelieving smile tugged at his lips. “Holy shit.”

He pulled her against him, one hand buried in her hair, the other already finding its way to her stomach, resting there like he was afraid she’d disappear.

He should’ve been furious. Should’ve been drowning in his own failure.

But for the first time since the match, since losing it all—

Wolf didn’t feel like he’d lost.

He felt like he’d won.

Y/N sniffled, wiping her face, then frowned. “You’re bleeding.”

Wolf barely registered the cut above his brow, the dried blood on his knuckles. “Yeah. Doesn’t matter.”

Y/N gave him a look. “It matters to me.”

Wolf huffed, rolling his eyes, but let her grab some gauze from the tray beside her. She dabbed at his wound, her fingers delicate against his skin. He stared at her, at the ridiculous way his heart swelled just from her touch.

“You’re stuck with me now, you know that?” he murmured.

Y/N smirked. “I think we passed ‘stuck’ when you put a ring on my finger.”

Wolf’s lips twitched. “Yeah, well, now it’s official. You and me.” His hand slid back to her stomach, fingers splaying protectively over her. “And this kid.”

Y/N’s eyes softened. “You’re really happy about this?”

Wolf didn’t even hesitate. “Happiest I’ve ever been.”

She exhaled, tension melting from her shoulders. “Good. Because I was really scared you’d—”

Wolf caught her chin, tilting her head up so she had to look at him. “I don’t scare easy, sweetheart.” He smirked. “And I sure as hell don’t run.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I figured.”

Wolf kissed her again, slower this time. Then he leaned back, exhaling. “Alright. Let’s get out of here.”

Y/N blinked. “Where?”

Wolf stood, taking her hand and pulling her up with him. “Anywhere but here.”

And for the first time that day, Wolf didn’t feel like he was escaping. He felt like he was going home.

Wolf sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair. The weight of Y/N’s words still pressed on his chest.

“I’m pregnant.”

She was carrying his kid. His.

His hand was still resting against her stomach, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. But beneath all the shock, all the raw emotion threatening to crack him open, something ugly slithered into his thoughts.

His own damn words.

"Your kid’ll grow up thinking you’re a loser."

Wolf swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. The memory hit him like a punch to the ribs. He had said that to Johnny. Hours ago. He had looked him in the eyes and thrown it at him like a death sentence.

"They’ll see the real you. And when they do… they’ll know you lost. They’ll know you’re a failure."

A bitter laugh pushed past his lips. He wasn’t laughing because it was funny. He was laughing because the universe had a sick sense of humor.

Y/N’s fingers brushed over his knuckles, grounding him. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked softly.

Wolf exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “You’re not gonna like it.”

“Try me.”

He let out a slow breath, still staring at where his hand rested against her stomach. “Before the match, I said something to Johnny. Something real shitty.”

Y/N tilted her head, waiting.

“I told him his kid would see him as a loser. A failure.” His voice was flat, but underneath, there was something raw. Something he didn’t know how to handle. “And now—” He let out a short, humorless scoff. “Now I’m sitting here, wondering if I just cursed myself.”

Y/N’s grip tightened around his hand. “Wolf…”

He finally met her gaze, his usual cocky smirk nowhere to be found. “What if I lose again? What if this kid looks at me the way I said Johnny’s would look at him?” His voice dropped lower. “What if they grow up and see a failure?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Listen to me. You are not a failure.”

His jaw clenched. “I just lost everything.”

“No.” She shook her head, firm. “You lost a match. You lost a dojo. But you didn’t lose me. And you sure as hell didn’t lose this baby.” Her thumbs brushed over his cheekbones, voice steady. “You think winning a tournament is what makes you worth something? What, if you don’t have a title, you have nothing?”

Wolf didn’t answer, but the silence was enough.

Y/N softened, pressing her forehead to his. “I don’t care if you never win another fight in your life. And this kid?” Her hand slid over his, the one still resting against her stomach. “They won’t care either. They’re gonna love you because you’re their dad. Because you’re you.”

Wolf’s throat tightened. He didn’t know what to say. He had never needed to hear something so badly in his life.

Y/N smiled softly. “And let’s be real—if anyone tells our kid you’re a loser, they’ll probably punch them in the face.”

That pulled a rough laugh from his chest. Wolf exhaled, finally letting some of the tension drain from his body. “You really believe that?”

“With my whole heart.”

Wolf looked at her, then down at her stomach. Slowly, he nodded.

He wasn’t sure what the future held. But for the first time, he wasn’t afraid of it.

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A/N: I've got so many requests coming in and I love it and im trying to finish most of them asap

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I need more of Sensei Wolf like ASAP maybe something like reader and wolf both sensei the Iron Dragons and readers the only one who’s ever been able to land a point on him and is just a cam badass and they fall for each other and reader makes him soft and they secretly date or something idk I just need more because I’m hooked

No Reservations | Sensei Wolf x Fem!reader

Summary: The request

Word count: 550

A/N: I’m sorry this was so short but it’s like 4AM right now i’m trying to complete everyone’s requests

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The first time you landed a point on Wolf, the whole dojo went silent.

You didn’t celebrate. Didn’t smirk. Just stepped back into position, waiting for him to reset. But Wolf didn’t move. He just stood there, rolling out his shoulder, tilting his head like he was recalibrating. Like he was seeing you—really seeing you—for the first time.

You held his stare, calm, steady.

Then, without a word, he lunged.

——

The tension didn’t go away after that.

If anything, it got worse.

Sparring turned into something else—something quieter, something charged. You were calm by nature, steady in the way you fought, in the way you carried yourself. But Wolf? He was a storm. And yet, for some reason, you weren’t afraid of the lightning.

So when he cornered you after training, arms braced on either side of the lockers, caging you in without touching you, you just looked up at him, unbothered.

“You ever gonna tell me why you keep looking at me like that?” His voice was low, rough.

Then he stepped closer, hands settling at your waist—not pulling, not forcing, just there.

You inhaled slowly. “It’s not a good idea.”

His lips twitched—just slightly, just enough to be dangerous. “Waiting for someone else?”

Your pulse jumped, but your face stayed neutral. “Maybe.”

Wolf’s grip tightened—just enough to ground you, just enough to let you know he wasn’t buying it. Then he dipped his head, breath hot against your neck.

“No.”

Then he went for it, mouth pressing against your pulse point, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to hear exactly what it did to you.

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the fabric of his gi. He hummed, lips grazing lower.

“Why aren’t you stopping me now?” His voice was a murmur, dark and amused. “Aren’t you waiting for someone else?”

A breathy, barely-there “No.”

Wolf smirked against your skin. “Good.”

Then his hand curled around your jaw, tilting your chin up just enough for his mouth to catch yours, and he kissed you—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier.

Like he had already decided.

Like you were his.

And just as he pulled back, just enough for his lips to brush against yours, he murmured, “Because I don’t fucking share.”

The words sank into your skin, into your bones. His lips hovered over yours again, close enough that you could still taste him on your breath.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then you did.

You tugged him back in, mouth slanting over his, and this time, there was no hesitation—just heat, just need. His hands slid down, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him like he’d already decided you weren’t going anywhere.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling.

“You should get back,” you murmured, but you didn’t pull away.

Wolf exhaled a low chuckle, his fingers flexing against your waist. “You’re the one still holding on.”

And you were.

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Could you do a sensei wolf x reader, where the reader is a Cobra Kai sensei and she sees Wolf for the first time at the cocktail mixer and is immediately into him, and the next day she finds out who he is, and the mood is changed. But they're still into each other throughout the tournament.

Collision Course | Sensei Wolf x fem!reader

Summary: The request.

Word Count: 1031

A/N: I love the incoming requests and i’m trying my best to write them all for you guys 🫶🏼

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The cocktail mixer was buzzing, the air thick with overpriced liquor and the scent of expensive cologne. You weren’t here for the schmoozing—just the free drinks and the chance to see what kind of competition you’d be dealing with.

Then you saw him.

Tall, broad, standing just on the outskirts of the crowd like he belonged there but didn’t give a fuck about it. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, and an expression that said he was either seconds from leaving or seconds from breaking someone’s nose.

You liked that in a man.

You didn’t even realize you were staring until your fellow Cobra Kai sensei nudged you, voice low with amusement. “You planning to introduce yourself, or just eye-fuck him from across the room?”

You ignored them, finishing the rest of your drink before making your way over. You weren’t shy. If you wanted something, you got it.

“You don’t look like you belong here.”

You stepped into his space, deliberate, testing.

He finally looked at you—really looked. Slow. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world to decide if you were worth his attention. “And you do?”

You smirked. “I blend when I want to.”

His gaze flickered, just for a second. “That right?”

“Mm.” You let your eyes drag over him, taking in the sharp jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way he looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “But you? You’re standing like you’re one bad conversation away from putting someone through a table.”

His lips twitched—just barely. “Maybe I’m just waiting for the right conversation.”

Heat curled low in your stomach. Oh.

“That supposed to be an invitation?”

His head tilted slightly. “That depends. You stepping up or just passing through?”

God, he was dangerous. And you were fucking thrilled about it.

The conversation was short, but charged. Every word, every glance, was laced with something unspoken but undeniable. And when you parted ways that night, you had every intention of picking up where you left off.

Until the next morning.

Until you walked into the tournament venue, fresh off your flirting high, and Johnny fucking Lawrence grabbed your arm like he was about to deliver the worst news of your life.

“Okay, listen to me,” he started, looking way too serious. “Wolf? Total fucking dickhead.”

You frowned. “You’ve got history or something?”

“Oh, you mean besides him being a three-time Sekai Taikai champion and walking around like his balls weigh ten pounds each?” Johnny scoffed. “He took the last two pieces of steak at the mixer last night. Two. Didn’t even ask if anyone else wanted one.”

“…You’re mad about steak?”

“Yes, I’m mad about steak! But also, the guy’s a prick. Always acts like he’s above everyone.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Well, that’s just fucking great.”

“What?” Johnny narrowed his eyes.

You hesitated for half a second before muttering, “I may have… been into him. Like, before I knew who he was.”

Johnny stared at you like you just admitted to burning down a homeless shelter.

“…Are you—Are you serious? Him?”

“It was before I knew!”

“Yeah, well, now you know.” Johnny crossed his arms. “So, what, you still into him?”

You should’ve said no. Should’ve shrugged it off, laughed about it, maybe even bitched about Wolf like everyone else did.

But when you glanced across the arena and caught Wolf’s gaze from across the mats, the way his expression stayed unreadable but his eyes lingered just a second too long…

Yeah.

You were still into him.

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You had just dismissed your student, watching them jog off with the rest of the Cobra Kai group, when you felt someone step into your space.

“You let them get away with too much.”

You turned, already scowling. And of course, it was him.

Wolf stood there, arms crossed, looking at you like you were some kind of experiment he hadn’t decided was worth his time yet.

You exhaled sharply. “Oh, let me guess. You’re here to tell me how your way is better?”

“I don’t need to,” he said evenly. “The results speak for themselves.”

Your jaw clenched. “You don’t know shit about my students.”

“I know enough,” he said simply. “You hold back.”

You scoffed, stepping closer. “No, I train them. There’s a difference between building fighters and just breaking them.”

Wolf tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Only weak things break.”

Your fingers twitched at your sides. “Tell me, do you actually believe half the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, or do you just like hearing yourself talk?”

His lips twitched—annoyingly close to a smirk.

“I’m starting to think Johnny was right about you,” you muttered.

Wolf raised a brow. “Oh?”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah. He said you were a total fucking dickhead.”

This time, Wolf actually smirked. “Because of the steak?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Among other things.”

He hummed, amused, and you were about to step away before he caught your wrist.

Not hard. Not forceful. Just there.

The air between you shifted.

You should’ve yanked your hand back. Should’ve glared at him, told him to fuck off

But you didn’t.

Instead, your breath hitched as he pulled you back—just enough for your chest to brush his.

“Careful, Sensei,” he murmured, voice low. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start thinking you don’t actually hate me.”

Your pulse skidded.

Your lips parted slightly, and for half a second, you thought he was going to kiss you.

Instead, he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered, “But I think you like playing with things that bite.”

Your stomach clenched, heat curling through your spine.

Then, just as smoothly as he’d grabbed you, he let go.

Your fingers twitched where he’d held you, and when you looked up, he was already walking away.

You exhaled sharply, shoulders tense, before shaking your head and muttering, “Fucking asshole.”

But your pulse was still racing.

And you hated that you fucking loved it.

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The tournament was winding down for the day, the crowd thinning, the tension in the air shifting from competition to exhaustion. You lingered near the empty mats, arms crossed, replaying your students’ performances in your head.

You weren’t alone.

You felt him before you saw him.

Wolf had a way of existing in your space without permission, like he already knew you’d notice him. And fuck, you did.

“You still pissed about earlier?” His voice was low, even. Like he wasn’t the one who had pulled you close, whispered filth in your ear, and walked away like it was nothing.

You exhaled sharply, tilting your head toward him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His lips twitched. “Didn’t answer the question.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, Wolf. I’m not still pissed.”

He hummed, watching you too closely. “Then what are you?”

You hesitated.

Because what the fuck were you?

Frustrated? Turned on? Pissed that you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his breath had brushed your skin earlier?

You didn’t answer, and that silence must’ve been enough. Wolf took a step closer—casual, but not really. Not with the way his presence wrapped around you, dark and steady.

“You ever gonna tell me why you looked at me the same?” he asked.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He remembered. That first night at the cocktail mixer—before you knew who he was, before all of this—you had stared at him like you wanted to sink your teeth into him. And he had looked back like he wanted to let you.

Now you were here.

And he was still looking at you like that.

Your throat worked. “Maybe I just like dangerous things.”

Wolf exhaled slowly, stepping even closer. Close enough that the heat of his body ghosted against yours.

“Yeah?” His voice was barely above a murmur. “Then prove it.”

Your pulse slammed against your ribs.

You knew what he was doing. Knew you could back away, throw some sarcastic remark, walk out of here with some dignity left.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you reached up, curling your fingers into the front of his gi, and pulled.

The moment your lips met, it was nothing soft. Nothing slow.

It was heat, frustration, and all the unspoken tension that had been crackling between you since the second you locked eyes.

Wolf didn’t hesitate. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to ground you as he kissed you like he had been waiting. Like this was inevitable.

You made a sound against his lips—half a sigh, half a challenge—and he took it as permission to push you back until your spine met the nearest wall.

Your head tilted, and his mouth traced the curve of your jaw, down to the spot beneath your ear. You shivered.

Then he stopped.

Not completely, but enough to leave just enough space between you for air.

You blinked up at him, dazed, breathing hard.

Wolf studied you, eyes dark, thumb barely skimming your waist. “You good?”

You swallowed, lips still parted. “I should say no.”

His mouth curved slightly, his nose barely brushing yours. “But you won’t.”

You exhaled sharply, fingers still fisting his gi.

“Not a fucking chance.”

And this time, when he kissed you, you didn’t stop him.

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btw, i’m taking requests for all the characters now, Wolf, Robby, Miguel, Hawk etc. Even Lewis, Tanner, Xolo, Jacob, and the rest.

Don’t forget i initially started with Jensen Ackles, so i’m open for him and his characters too, mostly Dean, Ben (soldier boy), and Russell Shaw.

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i know sensei wolf doesn’t play about whole foods on a wooden cutting board

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Not sure if you take requests, if you do could you do a sensei wolf x reader. Where the reader joins Miyagi-Do after she was SAed and during the Sekai Taikai she sees her attacker and runs away and right in to Wolf. Sorry is this is dark. Also love your work

Blood For Blood | Sensei Wolf x fem!reader

Summary: The request

Warnings: Mentions of SA, Infliction of pain

A/N: I do take requests now since i’m on a little break from Fierce Allegiance. You don’t have to be sorry for the request being dark, i’m down for anything. Please remember to like, follow and comment <3

The crowd was too loud.

Too many voices, too many bodies, too much fucking space and not enough of it at the same time. Your chest locked up like a vise, and your throat burned as you tried to breathe through it.

It was just a tournament. Just a fucking tournament.

And then you saw him.

Your stomach hit the floor before the rest of you could. That piece of shit was here.

Your ears started ringing. Your skin crawled like it was covered in fire ants. Every nerve screamed at you to run, to get the fuck out now.

You shot to your feet, hands shaking. Johnny caught your wrist before you could bolt. His voice cut through the static, rough with concern. “Hey—what’s wrong?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Your brain was static. Your heart jackhammered against your ribs like it was trying to escape.

“Talk to me, kid—”

You yanked your wrist free and ran.

You didn’t know where you were going, just that you needed to be anywhere but here. The hallway blurred past, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. And then—

Impact.

You slammed into something solid. Someone. A strong grip caught your arms, steadying you before you could fall back.

Heat. A steady, grounding touch. Not a cage, not a fucking trap.

You looked up.

Wolf.

Your pulse skidded to a stop. Of all the people to run into, it had to be him—the guy who barely spoke, who didn’t give a shit about anyone unless they were worth his time. His dark eyes locked onto yours, the barest furrow in his brow betraying mild intrigue.

“You should watch where you’re going,” he muttered, but he didn’t let go.

Your breath came out in short, uneven bursts. You tried to swallow the bile crawling up your throat. “I… I need…”

Wolf’s eyes narrowed. His grip tightened—not painful, just steady. “What?”

You hesitated, words sticking to your tongue. You had spent days exchanging tense glances with him, feeling the weight of his gaze when you weren’t looking, the friction of something unspoken but undeniable. You knew he didn’t like you, didn’t trust you—Miyagi-Do and Iron Dragons didn’t mix.

But right now, none of that fucking mattered.

You turned your head. Your hands curled into fists at your sides, but you felt weak. Useless. Your body fucking betrayed you.

Wolf followed your gaze. His expression didn’t change, but something cold and sharp settled behind his eyes.

You lifted a trembling hand and pointed.

No words. Just that. Just the weight of everything in that one motion.

Wolf’s head tilted slightly. He let go of one of your arms, and his knuckles skimmed your cheek, his touch featherlight. Like he already knew. Like he fucking saw it.

“Who is he?”

Your throat worked, but the words still didn’t come. Wolf exhaled sharply, eyes darkening with something unreadable. “Tell me.”

You clenched your jaw, forcing it out. “He’s the reason I joined Miyagi-Do.”

Wolf’s face stayed impassive, but something shifted beneath the surface—something lethal. He leaned in, his breath ghosting your ear, voice low and steady. “Stay here.”

Then, he turned his head slightly, just enough to whisper to Axel.

You barely had time to process before Wolf’s best fighter prowled past, shoulders tight, neck rolling like he was working out the tension.

The fight had already started by the time you made it back into the arena. The moment your eyes locked onto the match, your breath hitched.

Axel was brutal. Precise. Every strike calculated, but there was something else—something more vicious in the way he moved. A darkness that hadn’t been there before.

Crack.

A leg snapped.

A scream tore through the air.

The referee hesitated—half a step toward interference, but there was no rule-breaking. Just brutal, surgical destruction.

Your nails dug into your palms. You should’ve looked away. You should’ve felt something other than the slow, creeping satisfaction curling in your gut.

But you didn’t.

You exhaled shakily, eyes burning, chest rising and falling like you were coming down from a high.

A steady presence hovered close—Wolf. His arm slid around your shoulders. Not pulling. Not forcing. Just there.

Your fingers curled into his sleeve.

For the first time since you saw that bastard—since you ran—you felt like you could fucking breathe again.

Then, just as your shoulders sagged, exhaustion settling in, Wolf shifted slightly. You felt the ghost of his breath before the warmth of his lips pressed to the top of your head, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. Protective. Silent. A quiet reassurance without words.

You closed your eyes, gripping his sleeve tighter.

Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t alone in this.

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FIERCE ALLEGIANCE

Chapter 12: Baby

Summary: After the Sekai Taikai, Y/N and Wolf start a new chapter together. As they settle in, they navigate their new dynamic, finding moments of peace, teasing, and unexpected warmth in the midst of it all.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a deep amber glow that bathed the valley in twilight. The new house stood in front of them, untouched, waiting. Y/N barely had time to take in the moment before Wolf swept her off her feet, effortlessly lifting her into his arms.

She let out a startled laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Isn’t this for married couples?"

His smirk was pure arrogance. "Rules don’t apply here, baby."

Without another word, he carried her over the threshold, stepping into the house as if it had always belonged to them. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them inside the unfamiliar space. It was modern, sleek, and way too expensive-looking for someone like him, but that was Silver’s money at work.

Wolf didn’t stop until they reached the kitchen, where he set her down on the cool marble countertop. His hands lingered at her waist, warm against her skin. Y/N took a deep breath, letting her eyes wander over the space—the empty counters, the unfurnished living room, the quiet hum of something entirely new.

She swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of it all. "So… this is home now?"

He watched her carefully, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. His fingers tightened slightly at her waist, grounding her. "Yeah," he said, his voice quieter now, more certain. "And you’re never gonna be alone again."

That sentence hit her harder than she expected. She had spent most of her life alone, bouncing between places, never really belonging anywhere. But here he was, saying it like a promise—like a vow.

She blinked up at him, trying to ignore the way her heart flipped in her chest. "You sure you can handle me every day?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Wolf huffed out a laugh, leaning in until their foreheads almost touched. "I should be asking you that, sweetheart."

Before she could come up with a smartass response, he tilted her chin up and kissed her—slow, deep, and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a claim, a promise, a silent admission that neither of them wanted to speak out loud just yet.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she had something real.

Wolf’s hands slid from her waist down to her thighs, gripping firmly as he stepped between her legs. The kiss deepened, his lips moving against hers with raw hunger, no hesitation, no second thoughts—just pure need.

Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a low growl against her lips before biting down on her bottom lip just hard enough to make her gasp. His hands gripped her tighter, pulling her flush against him, the heat between them growing unbearable.

She barely had a moment to catch her breath before he was trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, then to her neck. "You drive me insane, you know that?" he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with something dark and unfiltered.

Y/N tilted her head back, giving him full access, her breath hitching as his teeth scraped over the sensitive skin. "Yeah?" she managed, her fingers slipping under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. "And here I thought you liked control."

Wolf chuckled, low and dangerous. "Not when it comes to you, baby."

His grip on her tightened as he lifted her off the counter like she weighed nothing, carrying her effortlessly through the darkened house. She barely registered where they were going, too caught up in the way his lips claimed hers again, the way his hands roamed over her body like he was memorizing every inch.

Then suddenly, her back hit something soft—the bed. The realization sent a shiver through her, anticipation coiling hot and tight in her stomach. Wolf hovered over her, his gaze dark, possessive, drinking her in like she was something he had no intention of letting go.

"Last chance to back out," he murmured, running a thumb over her swollen lips.

Y/N smirked, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him down. "Not a fucking chance."

His lips crashed onto hers again, and this time, there was no stopping.

Wolf’s hands slid from her waist, down to her thighs. She gasped as he squeezed gently, his fingers brushing over the bare skin at the hem of her skirt. She felt her pulse pick up as his mouth found hers, his lips soft yet firm as he pressed them to hers. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand resting against the side of her neck.

She felt like she was melting into him, the warmth of his body seeping into hers. His mouth opened against hers, and she could feel his breath on her lips, could feel the heat in his body. The warmth of him was intoxicating, and Y/N’s brain turned to mush as she let herself fall into his kiss.

Her hands came up to rest against his chest, and her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt. Wolf’s mouth opened wider as his hands slid around her, pulling her in close. Y/N felt her heart flutter in her chest. His mouth was hot, the soft brush of his lips against hers sending shivers down her spine.

Wolf’s mouth was everywhere. His hands ran up her back, curling around her shoulders, his fingertips grazing her skin as his lips trailed from her mouth, down her jaw, to her neck. Y/N leaned into his touch, tilting her head back to give him full access. Wolf hummed against her skin as he ran his teeth over the place where her pulse thumped wildly.

“You feel good,” Wolf mumbled against her neck, his warm breath making her shiver.

Y/N sighed, her body aching for him. Wolf pressed closer, his hips rocking against her gently. She moaned softly, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

He pulled away slightly, his hands still on her waist as he rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop once we start,” he whispered, the words coming out huskier than he’d intended.

Y/N smiled softly. “Do you want me to stop you?” she murmured back, leaning in to press a kiss to his jawline.

Wolf hummed thoughtfully, then shook his head. “No.”

Her stomach clenched with anticipation as his hands ran down the curves of her body. Her skin was on fire, the need for him overwhelming. Wolf leaned in and kissed her again, and this time there was nothing soft or gentle about it.

Y/N gasped, her hands finding their way up to tangle in his hair as she opened her mouth under his. The kiss was raw and unfiltered, and her pulse quickened as Wolf’s teeth scraped against her bottom lip. Her nails scratched slightly against his scalp, and Wolf let out a soft growl that made her stomach clench.

Her mind was a mess of sensation as he kissed his way back up to her neck, sucking gently against the sensitive skin of her throat. Wolf’s hands were still on her waist.

“I’ve got an idea,” she murmured. He smiled against her skin as she pulled him away from the wall, down the stairs.

Y/N giggled as Wolf stumbled slightly. He looked up at her, his eyebrows raised, and she smiled sheepishly. “Kitchen,” she explained, pulling him towards the kitchen.

Wolf nodded, looking amused as Y/N pulled him to the counter. She turned to face him, her lips meeting his again as his hands found her waist, pulling her in. He lifted her easily, sitting her on the counter, and then she could wrap her legs around his hips, pulling him closer between her thighs.

Y/N gasped softly as his hips rocked against her. She let her head fall back, Wolf’s lips moving over her jaw and down her neck as her back hit the cold counter. She groaned softly, his hands running up her thighs, under the hem of her skirt to grab her ass and pull her closer.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his breath coming out in short gasps. “I can feel your heat through my pants.”

Y/N laughed, letting her hands slip under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. Wolf groaned against her skin.

They didn’t make it to the couch. Wolf had barely pulled her to her feet before he was pressing her back against the counter, lifting her skirt up around her waist. She was wet and hot for him, her mouth falling open as he pressed a hand between her legs.

“Fuck,” Wolf hissed, his fingers slipping over her panties. He tugged them down roughly, kneeling on the floor. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Y/N bit her lip, letting out a little whimper as he buried his face between her legs. Her hands came down to rest in his hair as his mouth found her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth. He slid two fingers inside of her, curling them against her walls. Y/N arched her back, gasping loudly as she rode his face.

Wolf pulled away to smile up at her. “You taste so fucking good.”

Y/N reached down to pull him back up, kissing him messily. Wolf made a soft noise as her tongue pressed against his, tasting herself on him.

Wolf kissed her again and again, then lifted her by her thighs, his cock pressed up against her. He smiled against her mouth as he slipped a finger between them, rubbing his cock over her clit.

“Wolf,” Y/N moaned, her head falling back as his fingers found her clit. Her stomach clenched with need, and Wolf chuckled softly, his mouth finding the pulse point in her neck.

He slid a finger inside of her, hooking it against her g-spot. She gasped, biting down hard on her lip to try and stay quiet. She felt his lips smile against her skin.

Then, Wolf was lining his cock up against her entrance, his hands wrapping around the curve of her ass as he thrust inside of her in one swift movement. She gasped loudly, his mouth coming back to swallow the sound. He was hot and hard inside of her, stretching her, filling her to the brim.

“Fuck,” she gasped again, her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders. “Fuck, Wolf.”

He pulled out slightly, then thrust back inside. Y/N whined, her hips trying to roll against him. Wolf smiled softly

Wolf groaned, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks. He pulled back, his lips running over her jaw and down to her neck. Then, he was thrusting again, setting a steady rhythm.

Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she gasped against his lips. The sensation of him inside of her was so fucking good. Y/N’s legs tightened around his hips, her heels digging into the curve of his ass.

She gasped as Wolf pushed her back onto the counter again, his mouth devouring hers as his hips slammed harder and harder into her. She could feel him everywhere—his hands on her skin, his mouth on hers, his cock deep inside of her. Her pulse was throbbing against his lips as he sucked her skin into his mouth.

Her orgasm built quick and hot in her stomach, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until she was shivering against him.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted against his lips. “Oh my god, Wolf.”

He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her flush against him. “Let it go,” he growled. “Cum for me.”

Her whole body tightened around him as she came. Her back arched against the counter as he swallowed her moans with his mouth. She whined, shivering and shaking as her orgasm rolled over her.

Wolf moaned against her lips, his hips stilling as he came inside of her. He pressed his lips to her forehead, his hands running gently over her skin as they both calmed. She smiled softly against his mouth as his kisses grew softer and more gentle.

They stayed like that for a moment, his half-hard cock still inside of her as his fingers traced the curves of her waist. He kissed her again, sweet and soft, his tongue running gently against hers.

Finally, he pulled back to look at her. He was smiling, his eyes dark and possessive. “You were fucking amazing.”

Y/N hummed, running her fingers through his hair. “You weren’t bad either.”

He laughed softly. “I hope you’re not too sore.” His hands came back to rest on her hips, running gently over her waist.

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As they stepped into the bedroom, Y/N barely had time to take in the space before she felt a sharp slap against her ass. She gasped, whirling around with narrowed eyes, only for Wolf to grab her face and crash his lips against hers.

The kiss was deep, slow but hungry, his hands framing her jaw like she was something precious, something his. When he finally pulled back, he was smiling—an actual, genuine smile, not the usual cocky smirk or sarcastic grin.

“I love you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

Y/N felt her breath catch, warmth blooming in her chest. “I love you too.”

She ran her fingers over his jaw, tilting her head as she studied him. “I think I’ve seen you smile more today than I have since I met you.”

Wolf huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, well… you’re bad for my reputation, baby. Turning me soft and shit.”

Y/N grinned. “I kinda like soft Wolf.”

He scoffed, lifting her off her feet effortlessly. “Say that again and see what happens.”

She only laughed as he tossed her onto the bed, his grin matching hers before he climbed over her, making sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Y/N lay sprawled out on the bed, lazily scrolling through her phone, completely relaxed. Wolf had his eyes closed, arms folded behind his head, looking as if he was dozing off—but she knew better.

Then, without warning, he turned onto his side and muttered, “C’mere, you.”

Before she could react, his arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her toward him. She let out a small gasp, laughing as she landed against his chest.

“You’re needy,” she teased, tilting her head up at him.

Wolf scoffed, eyes still closed. “And?”

Y/N grinned. “Didn’t think you’d admit it.”

His hand smoothed over her back, slow and steady, as he exhaled deeply. “I don’t care. You’re mine.”

She bit back a smile, letting herself melt into him. “Yeah, I am.”

For a moment, they just lay there, tangled up in each other, his warmth completely surrounding her. Then she sighed dramatically. “I was kinda comfy over there, y’know.”

Wolf cracked one eye open, staring at her like she just said the dumbest thing in the world. “Comfier than this?” He pulled her even closer, burying his face in her neck.

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. You win.”

He smirked against her skin. “I always do, baby.”

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A/N: Forgive me if you see the name "Lewis" in there, i was busy watching modern family to notice that i was using his real name instead of Wolf

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FIERCE ALLEGIANCE

Chapter 11: All In

Summary: Loyalties are tested, unexpected confessions shake the team, and a single decision changes everything. As tensions rise, alliances shift in ways no one saw coming.

The midday sun reflected off the sleek surface of Terry Silver’s yacht, moored just far enough from the shore to ensure privacy. The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and gasoline, mingling with the faint traces of expensive cologne and cigar smoke.

Silver sat comfortably in his chair on the deck, one leg crossed over the other, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. Across from him, Dennis stood, arms folded, waiting for instructions.

Silver exhaled slowly, watching the water. "I know Wolf is seeing some girl," he mused, almost to himself. "He's still focused, but not like before. And I know it's that little thing from Miyagi-Do."

Dennis smirked, but Silver wasn't amused. He took a slow sip before continuing.

"What is it with these Iron Dragons and their obsession with the Miyagi-Do girls? First Axel, now Feng?" He shook his head, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "They should know better. But since they don’t…"

He finally turned to Dennis, his expression sharp.

"I need you to pay that girl a little visit. Make sure she doesn’t show up to his final match."

Dennis nodded and turned to leave.

Then—a sharp grunt.

Dennis’s body jerked forward, his breath catching as his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed face-first onto the deck, motionless.

Silver's fingers stilled around his glass.

A slow, heavy set of footsteps echoed across the deck.

John Kreese.

His silhouette loomed over Dennis’s crumpled body, eyes as cold as the steel grip that had just snapped the younger man’s neck. A lit cigar burned between his fingers, curling smoke into the afternoon air.

Silver sighed, setting his drink down. "You really have a habit of ruining a perfectly good day, Johnny."

Kreese’s voice was low, gravelly. "And you have a habit of ruining lives."

Silver chuckled, stretching his arms. "So dramatic. You always did take things so personally."

Kreese took a slow drag of his cigar, letting the silence stretch before exhaling. "You took everything from me."

Silver scoffed, standing. "No, I just outplayed you. And I’d do it again."

Kreese didn’t waste another second.

He lunged.

The fight was vicious. No wasted movement, no flashy techniques—just fists, elbows, and years of bad blood boiling over. Silver slammed a fist into Kreese’s ribs, but Kreese barely flinched, grabbing him by the collar and driving him into the bar, shattering glass everywhere.

Silver retaliated, throwing Kreese off and delivering a brutal kick to his side. Kreese staggered but caught himself, spitting out blood as he grinned.

"That all you got, Terry?"

Silver’s jaw clenched as he rushed forward, slamming into Kreese. The two crashed into the railing, sending bottles toppling over. One shattered near the fuel canisters lined up along the deck.

Kreese’s eyes flicked to the ground. The gasoline seeped through the cracks of the wooden planks, glistening under the sun.

A pause. A calculation.

Kreese took a slow, final drag of his cigar. Then, locking eyes with Silver, he flicked it into the spreading fuel.

The explosion ripped through the yacht.

Fire erupted, engulfing the deck in a violent blaze. Silver was thrown backward, slamming against the railing as the heat surged around him. Kreese disappeared into the chaos, flames licking at the sky as smoke billowed upward.

And then—the yacht began to sink.

The tension in the air was suffocating. The crowd roared as the final match was announced, but Y/N barely heard any of it. Her focus was on him—Wolf, standing at the edge of the mat, shoulders rigid, eyes dark.

She didn’t hesitate.

Before he could step forward, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him aside. His jaw was clenched, but he let her. She didn’t speak right away, just looked up at him, searching his face. Finally, she stood on her toes and kissed him.

Not desperate. Not demanding. Just a kiss to remind him—she was here.

When she pulled away, she kissed his cheek next, softer this time. "I believe in you."

Wolf exhaled, his fingers flexing at his sides. "I can’t promise you anything," he murmured. "But I’ll try." His eyes flickered past her, scanning the arena. "You should go before Silver sees us. I don’t even know where the hell he is."

She hesitated, then nodded, stepping back as he turned to the mat.

And then—the fight began.

Johnny Lawrence vs. Feng Wolf.

It was brutal. Fast. Every punch, every block, personal. Johnny fought like he had nothing to lose, and Wolf fought like he was about to tear the entire world apart. The crowd was on their feet.

But in the end…

Johnny won.

The second the ref called it, the arena exploded with cheers. Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do rushed forward, lifting Johnny in celebration. Miguel and Devon tackled him, Tory was yelling, Daniel had a goddamn proud dad smile—

And Wolf?

He was furious.

Y/N barely caught a glimpse of him storming away before she pushed through the celebrating crowd, running.

The door slammed behind her as she entered. The air was thick, humid, the scent of sweat and frustration clinging to the walls.

BANG.

She flinched.

The locker Wolf had just punched bent inward, the metal groaning under his force. His back was to her, shoulders rising and falling, his breathing heavy.

Y/N swallowed, stepping carefully. "Hey…" Her voice faltered. "Are you… okay?"

Wolf turned.

And she froze.

His eyes were wild, dark with something raw, something dangerous. He stormed up to her in two strides, hand raised.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath—

But his fist didn’t land on her.

It slammed into the wall behind her, the impact rattling her bones.

Silence.

His breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling as he kept his fist pressed to the wall beside her head.

Then, his voice—rough. Strained.

"I’m sorry. I would never hit you."

Y/N didn’t hesitate.

She grabbed his gi and pulled him into a hug, pressing herself against him. He was tense, rigid, like he wasn’t used to this kind of touch. But after a second, his arms came around her, tight.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

Wolf let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "How the hell did I lose against that piece of American trash?"

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him. "Hey, I’m part of that American trash, so watch it." She squeezed his arms. "And it wasn’t your fault. Johnny is skilled. I’m not saying you’re not, but… Johnny needed this as much as you."

Wolf scowled but didn’t argue. His hands were still gripping the back of her gi, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

Then—Y/N hesitated.

"Also… some guy dropped this off with me. Said it’s from Silver."

Wolf pulled away, his brows knitting together as she handed him a small envelope. He ripped it open.

Inside was a check for two million dollars.

And a deed. A house in the Valley.

At the bottom, a note.

“This is for after you win your match. If I’m not delivering it to you in person, I’m long gone.”

Wolf stared at it, silent.

Y/N watched him, eyes wide. "Wait… what?"

Wolf exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "Silver was gonna pay me off. Two million and a house. That was my reward for taking down Johnny."

Y/N blinked, processing. "You’re kidding."

Wolf let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Wish I was."

Y/N snatched the check from his hand, holding it up to the light like it was fake. Then she looked at him, eyes narrowing. "You’re not actually considering it, right?"

He scoffed. "What the hell would I even do with a house here?"

She grinned. "Dunno. Settle down? Start a nice, peaceful life? Get a dog?"

For the first time that night, Wolf smiled.

It was small, barely there, but real.

"You’re impossible."

Y/N smirked, stepping closer, pressing a hand against his chest. "Yeah, but you wouldn’t have me any other way."

Wolf shook his head, slipping an arm around her waist. He exhaled, forehead resting against hers for a moment. Then, his voice dropped, softer this time.

"You’re the only thing in this damn city that makes sense."

The celebrations were still wild, everyone caught up in the energy of their win, but Wolf wasn’t. Not really. His fight with Johnny was still burning through his veins, and his mind was a fucking mess. He needed something to ground him—needed her.

So he pulled Y/N aside, gripping her wrist like he wasn’t about to let her disappear into the crowd.

"Move in with me," he said, voice rough, like the thought had been sitting heavy in his chest for too damn long.

Y/N blinked, taken off guard. "What?"

"You heard me." His jaw clenched. "Move in with me."

Her lips parted slightly, like she wasn’t expecting that, but then something in her expression shifted. "You’re serious?"

"I don’t say shit I don’t mean," he said, his voice low.

She looked at him for a beat, then broke into a slow, knowing smile. "Then yeah. Yeah, I’ll move in with you."

Before Wolf could react, a voice cut through the moment.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Johnny.

Wolf exhaled sharply, already preparing for another fight, but Y/N turned toward Johnny without hesitation.

"Sensei, I love him," she said.

Silence.

Wolf barely moved, just staring at her like she’d just flipped his entire world upside down.

"You do?" His voice was quieter now, like he wasn’t sure if he actually believed it.

Y/N turned back to him, unwavering. "Yeah."

Then she looked back at Johnny. "I know you don’t approve, but Silver is long gone and I really—"

Johnny held up a hand, cutting her off. "Hey, it’s fine." He exhaled, shaking his head. "But be careful." Then he turned to Wolf, expression dark. "If you lay a hand on her or hurt her in any way, what happened tonight will happen again, asshole."

Wolf smirked, like he actually enjoyed the warning. "Noted."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Sensei," she muttered before stepping forward and hugging Johnny. He hugged her back, but she could feel the tension in him, like he was still trying to accept it.

As Johnny walked off, Wolf looked at Y/N, smirking. "He called me strong. Think he likes me?"

"Don’t fucking push it," she muttered, shaking her head, smiling.

Together, they walked back out, his arm slung low around her waist like he had every right to hold her like that now.

As soon as Daniel saw them, his expression twisted in pure rage, and he stepped forward, looking ready to fight.

"Oh, hell no," Daniel snapped, charging toward Wolf, but Johnny threw an arm out, stopping him.

"It’s fine. Let them be."

Daniel turned to him, fuming. "But Johnny—"

"Hey, man, we won. And he’s not with Silver anymore. He’s a good, strong guy who can actually protect her."

Daniel hesitated, still visibly pissed, but let it go. The rest of the team, as shocked as they were, didn’t object either. There were side-eyes, and smiles but also whispered what the fucks, but no one dared say anything outright.

While the others celebrated, Wolf leaned down to Y/N, his voice quieter now. "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"That you love me?."

She looked up at him, her gaze steady. "Absolutely."

His lips twitched, something flickering in his eyes before he pulled her in closer, his forehead nearly against hers.

"I love you too, mi ruina," he murmured before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

For the first time in a long long time, everyone was happy and there were no secrets to tear them apart. Y/N and Wolf were publicly together, Johnny had won, Miguel would get a shit ton of scholarships from colleges because of his victory, and Tory got a job offer with a handsome sum as salary which was also given to Robby, Hawk and Demetri were going to CalTech, and Johnny and Daniel kept their dojos separate but taught the students both styles. Sam was going to Okinawa and everything was good in the Valley again.

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A/N: This sounded like an ending but i promise it wasn't, might be taking a lil break to brainstorm ideas, but i already have the next one planned.

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