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love2fangirl · 2 days ago

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The slutty waist ?? The chest ?? THE BICEPS ??

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love2fangirl · 2 days ago

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ARF ARF

the man spreading is actually doing something to my brain like something is purring……

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love2fangirl · 2 days ago

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The revenge of the sith rerelease relit the obsession flame

#anakin skywalker #hayden christensen

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love2fangirl · 8 days ago

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ahsoka s2... i dont know if you can hear me... but please i am begging you, give me a closeup of anakin's eyes like this

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love2fangirl · 1 month ago

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love2fangirl · 2 months ago

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yoon is stronger than me cuz personally if kwon looked at me like that while holding my hand i would’ve ripped my clothes off immediately

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love2fangirl · 2 months ago

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Important update: I have in fact fallen in love with Kwon

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love2fangirl · 2 months ago

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🧎‍♀️

heyy could you write a kwon x f!reader one shot? where they are from the same team but they are kinda enemies, they always tease each other, cuz they both know that they can’t resist each other. and like at a party reader just teases the f out of him and he gets fed up and teaches her a… lesoon?😜😜 i love your work 🙏🙏🙏

ೀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇ-ꜱᴜɴɢ

summary. for the longest time, you and kwon were always bickering around, teasing each other whenever there was a chance. during practices, meetings- there wasn't a day either of you didn't tempt the other. at a party, however, things finally reached its peak.

a/n. it makes me so happy that you love my work 💕 i didn't turn this into a full-on smut since i wasn't sure you wanted it to be lol

warnings. female reader, suggestive! kissing, making out yk

The night strummed with clinking of glasses and chatter. After a victory of a local karate tournament– you, along with the rest of the Cobra Kai dojo decided to celebrate, and with Kreese's approval, the party was now in full swing. Music pumped through the speakers, the vibrant, neon lights flickering with the rhythm, and echoing off of the walls.

Despite the lively atmosphere, it wasn't enough to distract you from attempting to rile up one of your teammates– Kwon Jae-Sung.

You had made it a point to tease him all night, through light, lingering touches on his hands to brushing against his shoulder whenever you walked by. It was always like this between you both, a tension-filled game; teasing the other until it wasn't clear who started in the first place– though it never went past that. You took a sip of your drink, eyes looking through the crowd from behind the rim of your glass before spotting Kwon, who was leaning against the wall. A mischievous smile tugged at your lips.

Walking up to him, you kept your gaze locked onto his.

"You know, I've been thinking," You started, tracing a finger down your glass as Kwon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "About what?"

"How you can't go a day without having your hands on me." You teased, voice dripping with flirtation.

Kwon's lips curled into a smirk. "You think I haven't noticed that you enjoy it?" He asked.

"I’m pretty sure we both know you enjoy it more than me."

The words hung in the air, as Kwon was silent for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as you only watched him with a playful expression. "Keep pushing me, and you'll see what happens." He finally spoke, his voice low, tense– laced with warning.

You leaned in, your lips ghosting against his neck. "Well, I don't think I could ever get enough of you, Kwon." You whispered, your fingers grazing his arm.

Thinking you won, you started to walk away when Kwon stood abruptly, grabbing your wrist firmly and pulling you towards the quiet hallway that led to the back of the place. You barely had time to process what was happening before he spun you around and pressed you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you in place.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" Kwon's voice came off in a husky tone as he hovered inches above you. His eyes were darker now, heated.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. "That's true," You agreed boldly, tilting your head with a smirk. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Instead of replying, he crashed his lips on yours roughly, spilling all of the pent-up frustration and tension he felt. Pulling you closer, his hand trailed down your back, pressing your bodies together. You responded quickly, kissing him back with equal fervor, your hands gripping onto the collar of his shirt.

Kwon pulled away, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "Is that enough for you to learn your lesson?" he whispered, his hands moving to your sides. Your face bloomed red, heart still racing from the kiss.

"Nope," You replied, your voice coming off slightly shaky. "It’s gonna take more than that."

He smirked, his eyes burning with more than a simple challenge. "Good," he said, pulling you in for another kiss that was more heated than the last. His fingers slipped off the sleeves of your dress before going down to hold onto your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. "Because I don't plan on stopping now." He finished, his breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It was going to be a long night.

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love2fangirl · 2 months ago

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HES SO FINEEE

Hello! May I request reader being a ballerina and Kwon is smitten? Thank you so much 😙🙏

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 | kwon jae-sung × fem!reader

summary | you challenge kwon to learn ballet, and as you guide him through the moves, the tension between you both builds

warnings | fluff, romantic, tension, flirting, competitive

word count | 1.6 k

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

The echo of classical music fills the rehearsal room as you glide your feet precisely over the wooden floor. Each movement is calculated, each turn a work of art. Ballet is not just a passion; it’s your life, your discipline, your refuge.

You don’t notice his presence until the melody fades, and silence envelops you.

“I didn’t know you did this,” his deep, confident voice resonates in the room. You turn abruptly and find him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, his posture relaxed but with that intense look in his eyes.

Kwon, one of Cobra Kai’s most feared fighters. His style is aggressive, merciless, and yet, here he is, watching you as if he’s never seen something so impressive in his life.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to hide your surprise.

“I was passing by the hallway and heard the music,” he responds without taking his eyes off you. “I didn’t imagine you… danced ballet.”

“And I didn’t imagine you cared.”

He raises an eyebrow, amused.

“I don’t usually waste my time on nonsense. But this… this is different.”

You cross your arms.

“Different how?”

He shrugs.

“You’re good. Really good. It’s… impressive.”

You didn’t expect that kind of compliment from him. Kwon’s not the type to hand out praise.

“If you like it so much, do you want to try it?”

He lets out a low chuckle.

“No, thanks. I prefer real fights.”

“Oh, sure. Because ballet isn’t demanding or doesn’t require strength or control.”

His expression changes slightly. You know you’ve touched his pride.

“Are you saying ballet is harder than karate?”

“I’m saying it requires more discipline than you think.”

The defiant glint in his eyes is unmistakable.

“Prove it to me.”

A smile forms on your lips.

“Alright, Cobra Kai. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

You approach and take his hand, positioning him in the correct posture. His muscles tense under your touch, but he doesn’t pull away.

“First, balance,” you say. “Relevé.”

You show him how to rise onto the tips of his toes. Kwon tries to imitate you but barely manages to stay up for a few seconds before he stumbles.

“Damn…” he mutters, frowning.

You laugh.

“Giving up that quickly? I thought Cobra Kai never dies.”

His gaze sharpens.

“I don’t give up.”

He tries again, this time staying up a bit longer. You feel his determination in every fiber of his being, and for a moment, you’re surprised at how much he wants to impress you.

“Not bad,” you admit, still holding his arm. “Now, try a spin.”

“You want me to do pirouettes?”

“Come on, Jae-Sung. Just one try.”

He sighs but follows your instructions. He spins awkwardly, almost losing his balance. Instinctively, you grab him before he falls, and in that instant, the closeness between you two becomes evident.

His breath is heavy, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

“This is harder than I thought,” he murmurs.

“Told you.”

His hand remains on your waist, and the heat radiating from his skin sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something different in his expression. Something you didn’t expect.

“You’re incredible.”

His voice is low, almost like a secret. And before you can respond, his gaze falls to your lips, and suddenly, ballet isn’t the only thing that has him captivated.

His gaze, intense and dark, stays locked on yours, and for the first time, there’s no arrogance in his expression. Just something raw, something genuine.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper, feeling your heart race.

“I don’t know,” he replies softly, but the way his eyes briefly flick to your lips says otherwise.

You feel like you should pull away, break the tension, make some sarcastic remark to ease the awkwardness of the moment. But you don’t. Because deep down, a part of you is enjoying this.

“Still want to learn ballet?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not interested in ballet,” he says, and his tone makes your stomach do a flip. “I’m interested in you.”

The impact of his words hits you with the same force as a well-executed kick on the tatami.

“W-what?” you stammer, blinking in disbelief.

He offers a slight smile, that typical half-smirk of Kwon Jae-Sung that appears when he knows he has the upper hand.

“Don’t act surprised. I’ve liked you for a while.”

Your brain momentarily shuts down. Since when? How did you not notice?

“You’re joking…” you murmur, but your voice sounds more like a plea than a statement.

“Do I look like someone who jokes about this?”

No, he doesn’t.

Kwon Jae-Sung never does anything without intention, and if there’s one thing he’s proven in all the fights he’s won, it’s that he never enters a battle without being sure of his victory.

And now? Now his gaze tells you he’s completely sure of how he feels.

You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you, but he doesn’t let go.

“Kwon…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he interrupts, his tone softer than ever. “Just tell me if I have a chance.”

The question hangs in the air.

You look at his face, the sharp features, the dark, deep eyes, the way his jaw tightens with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. You never thought you’d see Kwon like this, as someone vulnerable.

And then, without thinking too much about it, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

“Maybe.”

His expression changes. First, surprise. Then, satisfaction.

“Maybe, huh?”

“If you can do a decent pirouette… maybe more than that.”

Kwon lets out a laugh, and for the first time tonight, you see his full smile. It’s sincere, without arrogance or mockery.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“It is."

“Alright.”

Kwon isn’t someone who accepts defeat easily. If he were, he wouldn’t be where he is, wouldn’t be one of the most lethal fighters. But this time, his fight isn’t on a tatami, it’s in a dance studio, and instead of punches and kicks, he’s fighting against balance and the precision of a spin.

And against his own heart, because, to be honest, he’s never felt this out of control as when he’s with you.

You step back, crossing your arms as you watch him prepare. His posture is stiff, clearly more used to being firm and on guard than to the fluidity of movement.

“Relax,” you advise with a playful smile. “This isn’t a fight, Jae-Sung.”

“For me, everything’s a fight.”

He says it with his usual confident tone, but this time, there’s something more. Something deeper.

You take a deep breath and approach him again, gently resting your hands on his shoulders. You feel the tension in his body, the way he stiffens under your touch. But he doesn’t pull away.

“You don’t need brute strength here,” you whisper. “Just let go.”

Your hands slide down his arms and then to his hands, guiding him into the correct posture. Kwon stays silent, his eyes locked on you, his breathing slightly heavier than usual.

“Like this?” he asks, his voice quieter than usual.

You nod.

“Now spin.”

He tries it. And, for his first real attempt, it’s not that bad. Although, of course, his spin ends up being a bit rougher than it should be, his balance still not quite there.

“Damn…” he murmurs, frowning as he steadies himself.

You can’t help but let out a laugh.

“That’s not exactly the attitude of a champion, Kwon.”

He shoots you a sharp look, but there’s something playful in it.

“Give me a week, and I’ll be better than you.”

“Oh, sure. Like that’s possible."

“Don’t doubt it. I don’t lose.”

He says it with that confidence that makes him so Kwon. But what you don’t expect is what happens next.

Suddenly, without warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. Not roughly, but with enough firmness that you end up pressed against his chest.

Your breath stops.

“What… what are you doing?” you murmur, all too aware of the heat of his skin even through the fabric of his shirt.

“If I can’t do it alone… then teach me like this.”

And before you can protest, his hands rest on your waist. His fingers are firm, but gentle, as if he still can’t believe he’s really touching you.

“Let’s spin together.”

Your heart beats fast, but you manage to keep your composure.

“Alright… but if you step on my toes, I swear I’ll put you in a hold.”

He smiles.

“I accept the risk.”

And then, you spin.

This time, there’s no awkwardness in him. No roughness. It’s just him following you, letting himself be guided, trusting you. And for a brief moment, it’s as if everything disappears. There’s no karate, no ballet, no rivalry. Just the two of you.

When the spin ends, you both stand still, still too close.

“That… was better,” Kwon murmurs, but his voice sounds distracted.

Maybe because his eyes are on your lips again.

And this time, he doesn’t try to hide it.

You don’t have time to process it before he closes the distance between you two.

It’s a firm, sure kiss, but at the same time, restrained. As if he’s measuring the intensity, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him. But you don’t.

Because, against all logic, against all the differences between you, against all odds…

You want this too.

And when your hands slide up his chest and entangle in his neck, when you respond to his kiss with the same intensity, Kwon smiles against your lips.

Because this time, he knows the victory is his.