✧ Darren Barnet as Paxton Hall-Yoshida in ’NEVER HAVE I EVER’ - Season 3 (2022)

Lee Know vs car crash

You get into a accident and don't tell him

Warnings for swears car accidents and injuries mentioned head injury blood bleeding and stitches also light threats made from frustration and love ❤️

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl . Pics off pinterest.

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× You and Kwon are caught in an intense rivalry during the Sekai Taikai world tournament competitions. After a series of provocations, something unexpected happens, where the rivalry gives way to a new and surprising connection, leaving both of them bewildered.

× Enemies to lovers 🔥

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The firm beats of his fists echoed through the dojo, the constant rhythm like music only you could hear. Training was your escape. The Miyagi-Do lessons were strict but essential. Your father, Daniel LaRusso, always said that balance was everything, but lately, your balance seemed more fragile than ever. And it had a name: Kwon.

Since the Cobra Kai reappeared on the scene, bringing their aggressive and disciplined approach, he had been a thorn in your side. Tall, with a posture always confident and an irritating smile that exuded superiority, Kwon made a point of provoking every time you met in competitions or even in the occasional encounters at local tournaments.

You were finishing your kick routine when you heard someone entering. You didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The air around you seemed to change when he was near.

"Always so perfect, huh, LaRusso?" Kwon's voice cut through the silence. "Do you think you’ll ever let go of that perfect control? Looks like even your kicks are afraid to mess up."

You turned your body, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

"And you still have nothing better to do than to annoy me? It must be lonely being so predictable."

He laughed, a low sound full of provocation, getting a little closer but keeping a safe distance.

"It’s not predictable if you’re still reacting."

You rolled your eyes and adjusted your stance again, but it was impossible to ignore him. His presence was like a silent storm, something that pulled you into conflict, even if you tried to resist.

"What do you want, Kwon? If you came just to talk, I suggest you leave before my dad shows up and kicks you out."

He shrugged, casually walking through the dojo as if inspecting the place.

"I was just passing by. Thought I’d see how you’re dealing with the fact that soon Cobra Kai will wipe the floor with Miyagi-Do in the tournament."

"Are you so sure of that?" you retorted, clenching your fist. "Words are easy, Kwon. On the mat, we’ll see who really has control."

He stopped, looking directly at you with that smile that made your blood boil.

"Control doesn’t win fights, LaRusso. Aggression, precision, and strength do. You know that. That’s why you always train alone, trying to compensate for what’s missing in Miyagi-Do."

You walked closer to him, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks from anger.

"Watch out, Kwon. You’re in my dojo now."

For a moment, his smile faltered, and his dark eyes analyzed you as if you had said something unexpected. But before he could respond, you continued:

"You guys from Cobra Kai are always talking about strength, but what would you be without your ego? Is that what fuels you? Or is it just a façade because, deep down, you know we’ll always be better?"

This time, he took a step forward, closing the space between you.

"You know what I think? I think you like this. This fight, this tension. I bet you expect me to show up every time you're here alone."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you weren’t going to show it. Not to him.

"Dream on, Kwon."

He tilted his head, his eyes locked on yours as if searching for something.

"Maybe I do dream, LaRusso. Maybe it’s of the day you stop pretending you hate me so much."

You froze for a moment, surprised by his boldness. But before you could respond, he gave a half-smile, turned, and started to leave, tossing one last provocation over his shoulder:

"See you at the tournament, princess."

When he disappeared through the door, you realized you were holding your breath. Your face felt hot, but it wasn’t just anger. There was something else. Something you didn’t want to admit.

Barcelona had a unique, vibrant, and hypnotic energy, and you couldn’t resist the invitation from the other Miyagi-Do members to explore the city that night. When you entered a small, cozy bar, the soft sound of live music filled the air. The yellowish lights created a welcoming atmosphere, and you sighed, ready to relax after an exhausting day.

But it was when you saw him that your peace wavered. Kwon was at the bar, alone, spinning a glass in his hand. He seemed lost in thought, very different from the arrogant guy you knew on the mat.

"This can’t be happening..." you muttered to yourself, but before you could retreat, his eyes met yours.

"LaRusso." He raised an eyebrow, a slightly teasing smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Never thought we’d frequent the same places."

"Don’t tell me you’re going to ruin my relaxation time here too." You crossed your arms but moved closer, sitting down next to him, unable to ignore the magnetism he exuded.

He laughed, shaking his head.

"If I wanted to annoy you, I’d pick a place with more people. The crowd always makes our arguments more interesting."

You rolled your eyes but ordered a drink for yourself. The silence between you wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it carried something unspoken.

"So, what are you doing here alone?" you asked, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

Kwon shrugged, his usual smile disappearing for a moment.

"I needed a break from everything."

You were surprised by his sincerity but decided not to comment. Instead, you replied:

"I get it. My dad sometimes forgets that we’re not the reflection of everything he believes in."

He turned his head to look at you, genuinely interested.

"Seriously? I always thought you were 100% the perfect Miyagi-Do girl."

You laughed, but the sound was more bitter than you intended.

"That’s what everyone thinks. But the truth is, being a LaRusso comes with a lot of pressure. I love my dad, but sometimes... I just wish I could be myself."

"I think I know what that’s like." He looked at the empty glass in his hand. "My dad wants me to be the best, always. No mistakes. No excuses. That’s why Cobra Kai was so appealing at first... it seemed like the only way to impress him."

For a moment, you two just looked at each other, sharing something that seemed to transcend the mat, the dojos, and the rivalries.

"Funny, right?" he continued. "Two opposite sides, but more alike than we thought."

You couldn’t help but smile.

"Maybe we’re not so different after all."

The conversation flowed from there, easier than you imagined. You talked about the expectations of your families, about embarrassing childhood moments, about dreams that seemed impossible.

"You’re not as insufferable as I thought," you teased, smiling.

"And you’re not as annoying as I told myself," he replied, leaning slightly toward you.

The air around you seemed to crackle with palpable electricity, as if the very atmosphere was adjusting for something inevitable. Kwon was closer now, his dark eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that almost made your heart race. The teasing smile, the one that always challenged and played, had disappeared, replaced by a more serious, focused expression. He was completely focused on you.

"LaRusso... you’ve always been so good at making me lose control." His voice was low, filled with something between frustration and desire.

You felt a chill in your stomach, trying to maintain your composure, but the response escaped your mouth softer than you expected.

"That’s not exactly a compliment, Kwon." Your attempt to keep the tone light failed, and you realized your words were charged with an emotion you didn’t want to reveal.

He tilted his head slightly, studying you with a look that seemed to want to decipher every part of you. The space between you seemed to shrink with every second, and before you could formulate a response, his lips met yours.

The kiss was a shock. There was nothing planned about it. It was as if the universe had decided that this moment should happen, just like that. There was no hesitation, only an intensity that made everything around you disappear. It was as if time had stopped, and you and Kwon were the only people in the world in that instant.

At first, the pressure of his lips was firm, impetuous, as if he were trying to express everything he couldn’t say with words. But as the kiss deepened, the intensity gave way to something softer, more cautious. As if he were searching for the right way to surrender to this moment without losing control. Like it was a silent confession, an unspoken plea, a shared need. It was unexpected, but at the same time, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

When you separated, both of you were breathless, the air heavy as if you were both trying to recover from something much bigger than just a kiss. Kwon had his eyes closed for a moment, breathing deeply. When he finally opened them and met your gaze, his expression changed, from one filled with tension to a genuine smile, the kind you’d seen only a few times. It was a smile without provocation or hidden intentions. It was just him, no masks.

"You have a unique way of making things complicated, LaRusso." He murmured, with a glint in his eyes, but his voice was softer now, almost as if he were allowing himself to be vulnerable.

You gave a light smile, trying to hide the confusion and emotion that were still bubbling inside you. But the truth was, that kiss had changed something. Something in the air, something between you two. What had started as rivalry and competition was now becoming something more. You didn't know what it meant yet, but you knew something much deeper was happening.

"You started it," you replied, the provocation still present, but no longer with the same coldness it had before.

He let out a low laugh, a sound that made your stomach twist, and with a look, he stepped back slightly, but the connection between you two felt even stronger.

"So... does this mean a truce?" he asked, still with his eyes locked on yours.

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Maybe. Just don't expect me to go easy on the next training."

"It would be boring if it were easy."

As you left the bar together, walking through the lit streets of Barcelona, something inside you knew that this moment wasn’t just changing the dynamic between you two. It was the beginning of something unexpected, something that, no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, you couldn’t ignore anymore.

As you walked side by side through the streets of Barcelona, the silence between you was comfortable, yet charged with expectation. The city seemed to conspire to make the moment even more magical: the lights reflecting on the wet sidewalks, the distant sound of laughter coming from other bars, and the cool breeze that brought a welcome relief after the heat of the day.

Kwon walked with his hands in his pockets, but his posture was relaxed, different from the confident and controlled demeanor he usually displayed on the mat. He seemed more human, more real, and you couldn't help but smile a little as you observed him.

"What’s that?" he asked, noticing your expression.

"Nothing," you shrugged, trying to hide it. "Just wondering how we went from 'deadly rivals' to... this."

"Maybe because you finally realized I'm irresistible," he teased, a smile returning to his face.

You laughed, nudging him lightly on the arm. "‘Irresistible’ is a strong word."

"But not completely wrong," he winked, and you shook your head, laughing.

The walk led you to the hotel entrance, and suddenly the mood shifted again. You felt a strange hesitation, as if the end of the night brought something more definite.

"Well... I guess this is where we say goodbye," you said, trying to sound casual.

Kwon stopped beside you, the teasing smile disappearing as he looked at you. "It doesn't have to be."

Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could respond, he continued: "Do you want to come up?"

There was something in his gaze, something beyond his usual teasing. It was vulnerability, a silent invitation for something more intimate, more sincere.

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart race. "Yes, I do."

Kwon smiled, one of those rare genuine smiles, and took your hand as he led you to the elevator.

When the door to the room closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted again. The air was thick, not just with the electricity of the moment, but with something deeper. Kwon approached slowly, as if giving you time to pull away, should you want to.

"If you want me to stop, I'll stop," he said, his voice low and serious.

You didn’t respond with words, only pulling him by the collar of his jacket, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was more intense than before, without the pressure of the public setting or the fear of being interrupted. It was just the two of you now, and the connection felt almost inevitable.

His hands slid to your waist, holding you firmly, but gently. Each touch, each movement, seemed laden with unsaid meanings, with emotions both of you had suppressed for so long.

That night, the weight of rivalries, expectations, and titles disappeared. You weren’t "Y/N" and "Kwon" anymore—just two people trying to find something real amidst the chaos.

You woke up with the sunlight gently streaming through the curtains, warming your face. For a moment, you stayed there, still, feeling the strange peace that the moment brought. Then you heard a steady breath beside you.

Turning, you found Kwon still sleeping, his face partially hidden by the pillow. His hair was messy, and the usually sharp expression was now relaxed, almost innocent. It was a rare and unexpectedly cute sight that made your heart race.

Unable to help it, you smiled. The night before felt like a dream, but the warmth of his hand still lightly holding yours under the blanket was proof that it had been real.

Trying not to make a sound, you started to get up, but Kwon murmured something and opened his eyes slowly.

"Are you running away?" he asked, his voice rough from sleep but with a lazy smile.

"I thought I’d get some coffee," you replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But looks like someone doesn't want to let me go."

He reached out, gently holding your wrist, and pulled you back toward him. "Coffee can wait."

You laughed, but let him pull you closer. "Trying to convince me to stay in bed all day, Kwon?"

"If it works, I’ll try," he replied, with that mischievous smile you were starting to recognize as a sign that he was about to tease you.

You both stayed there, side by side, in comfortable silence. He looked at you, the intensity in his eyes softened, but still present. "Did you know you mumble in your sleep?" he asked, his tone filled with fake seriousness.

"Mumble?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, something about 'punching him if he tries again.'" He laughed, and you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile.

"You must’ve been dreaming. Or awake, annoying me while I was sleeping."

"I neither confirm nor deny," he shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling, which made both of you burst out laughing. "Okay, coffee and food. I perform better when I'm fed."

"I already told you, coffee can wait," he pretended to complain, but eventually got up as well. "But only because I’m hungry too."

You both quickly got dressed, exchanging playful remarks and laughs, and went down together to a nearby café. Along the way, he shared stories about how he got into karate, and you shared some memories of your father and Miyagi-Do.

At the café, between sips of coffee and bites of bread, he suddenly stopped and looked at you with a sincere smile. "You know you’re unbearably competitive, right?"

"Look who’s talking," you shot back, but your tone was light.

"I’m serious. But I think..." He hesitated, the smile turning into something softer. "I think I like that about you."

You felt your face heat up but didn’t look away. "Well, if we’re sharing confessions, I think I like it when you stop trying to be tough and just... be yourself."

He laughed, a genuine, disarming sound. "Sharing confessions, huh? I can think of a few more."

"Don’t get too excited," you teased, but the smile on your lips didn’t lie.

The morning turned into a long conversation, and when you both finally returned to the hotel, it was clear that something between you had changed. It wasn’t just rivalry or tension anymore. It was something deeper, something you both were willing to explore.

somebody’s watching me

♬⋆.˚ somebody’s watching me by rockwell 🕸️ every breath you take by the police

(𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 '𝟮𝟰) - 𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. 02: psycho

⛓️˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ruin me - part I lee know x f!reader

word count: 4k words

author's note: the second part of this is basically almost done and will be dropping in the next couple of days, but I needed to separate them for pacing reasons. the second part is ... long. for reasons that will become apparent at the end of this. also this is pretty filthy, so heed warnings!

warnings: this a perv!skz thing so Minho’s being weird and pushing boundaries, please don’t see this as a model of healthy behaviour; mention of food and being full in a sexy way because this may be perv!Minho but he’s still Minho; panty stealing; masturbation; male squirting; choking and breathplay by himself (DON'T!!!); fantasizing about degradation, praise, more choking, painplay; dacryphilia; one mention of breeding; implied butt stuff (m receiving)

link to part 2

skzms masterlist // ko-fi

Ten seconds. Ten seconds is all it took.

One, you disappearing into the bathroom to find your bracelet.

Two, Minho scuffing his foot into the plush carpet next to your bed and spotting something peeking out from under the bed frame.

Three, a single shift of his weight from one foot to the other, to see what it was.

Four, a realisation that made his mouth go dry and his heart skip a beat.

Five, six, seven, his body moving before his brain could stop him.

Eight, nine, clammy hands shoving the material into the pocket of his jeans, next to his traitorous cock that was already filling out.

Ten, you walking out of your bathroom, pretty and glowing like the main character in a movie as you slot your earring into place, shirt riding up enough to expose a sliver of soft waist, jeans digging into the pudge of your stomach in a way that makes Minho’s stomach lurch with need.

Oooooo the next part is gonna be sooooo good! Can't wait to dive in!

© nn_sam02

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗨𝗽 𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗣𝘁𝟭

Warnings: None

Hyung Line x Reader. Angst.

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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND MINHO

please don't repost, requests open!

Minho x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

Summary: You're relaxing in the bath after a rough day, and you're feeling a little needy.

pairing -> lee know x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> swearing, y/n is cheated on, references to sex/suggestive, y/n doesn't have a good relationship with her family

taglist rules -> CLOSED!

❁ pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, Minho

homewrecker!

✦summary: The summer you thought would be boring, starts to become entertaining once you meet two beautiful mature men with whom you look forward to having fun for a while, Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Minho, whose perfect lives with wives and children become entangled in their own downfall as they fail to control themselves with your sweet and wicked game of seduction.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, bit angst, dilf hyunjin & minho, sub!hyunjin, dom!miho, cheating, age gap, sugar daddy, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, grinding, pet names (some dreg), kinks: breeding, daddy, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of spanking, slapping.

₊ ⊹ word count: 17.7k

masterlist - taglist ⭑.ᐟ

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ NOTES: nerd hyunjin from mountains mv as main inspo of his looks!!

miniplaylist: she by harry styles / cola by lana del rey / homewrecker by marina / older by isabel larosa

a/n: thinking about nerdy dilf hyunjin since this post of mine hehe & added minho for more fun lol EDIT: this extended too much, sorry, so I decided to split it in a part 2♡

divider by youre-ackermine

↬you accidentally send a nude to another member.

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: humor (if you find me funny lol)

a/n: helloo, it's been a while and i missed writing these silly lil reactions. i used this prompt for another fandom years ago and while i was looking for something to write i was like YOU KNOW WHAT it'd be so much fun to write skz's reaction to this lol. i hope you guys enjoy and if you do please let me know! (also i want you all to picture han's scream in get lit for his slide bye)