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DONT MISS WITH MARIO HUGO D:<!!!!!!!!

I present to you: my simp album. It is missing a couple pictures of hugh dancy but you get the jist.

Guys.. I want to have a SIMP. I don’t want to be the simp but I want A SIMP. I want someone to worship me on their knees, someone who’d let me step on them and would still love me. Maybe that’s the narcissistic behaviors talking but god, I want someone like that so bad.

Yes, I’m a simp...

What are you waiting for? That’s all there is... I love him damn it!

Hawk X Reader

Warnings? Language and fighting! Spoiler for season three last episode!

Final Strike

You would be lying if you said everything with Cobra Kai, Miyagi Do, and Eagle Fang wasn’t hectic. Robby joining Cobra Kai, Hawk coming back on the good side which was a good thing considering you finally had your Eli back.

Though he may be in the form of Hawk, he was still your Eli before karate. It was just another normal hot and sweaty day in Encino LA, training you did not want to do but it was very much needed seeing as the all valley tournament was coming up in less than a couple months.

You needed all the training you could get seeing as you were going to have to go up against Cobra Kai. Krease was teaching them how to kill and strike where it hurts, not karate.

Grabbing your gym back full of extra clothes, and a couple water bottle's you head for your front door getting ready to walk to Miyagi DoJo where, Johnny and Daniel finally came together. Combining both Eagle Fang and Miyagi Do together.

You wondered how it was going to work, both Daniel and Johnny had different karate styles but you knew they would come through eventually. Well they would have to if you guys wanted to show Cobra Kai who the bosses were and win the all valley tournament.

Closing the front door you make your way down the steps of your porch walking on the sidewalk. Suddenly your phone buzzes signaling you got a message.

Grabbing your phone out of your bag you look at your Home Screen to see a text from none other than your beautiful boyfriend Eli.

Which read 'hey love, what time are you coming to the DoJo' even though he called you nicknames through texts you still couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest and stomach.

You were about to reply before a black jeep comes flying with blaring music your way, it slams on breaks preventing you from the walking or going around.

Putting your phone in your bag you look up furrowing your brows as to what was going on. Soon you see Tory, Kyler, and the other gang of Cobra's open the doors and rush out slamming the doors back shut. The one person you didn’t see was Robby which confused you but you were sure you were going to have to fight so that was the least of your worry’s as of now.

"Hey b*tch, where do you think you’re going~" Tory says smirking as they all swarm you in a circle.

"None of your business" you say back, cursing yourself for your back talking....in a way.

She laughs evilly "oh, I know where you’re off to. With those little, Eagle fangs and Miyagi do quitters" she says walking closer.

"Well we’re going to give Hawk something to remember for turning on us" She says before right hooking you.

That was the final strike for you, you were going to give her a taste of what she gave to Sam. You run towards Tory pushing her against the jeep, breaking the little circle they created around you slamming her back into the truck creating a noticeable dent on the side.

Turning you around Tory throws you to the ground kicking your sides, as do the others. You put all of the pain aside in using your feet kicking it under Tory's causing her to fall.

Rushing back up while all the other Cobras help Tory up you get in a fighting stance.

"You’re dead b*tch" She yells as launches for you pushing you into a tree causing you to groan arching your back from the pain.

Giving up you throw her on the ground once more as your body slides down the tree on it’s on, tired. Tory gets up with a groan, "pathetic" she says as she rolls up her sleeves "goodnight" she smirks as she punches you in the face one last time causing your head to hit the tree.

Falling to the side your vision becomes blurry "come on, we’re done here" Tory says to the other Cobras before loading up the jeep and driving off.

Groaning you roll over on your back, trying to get your vision back to normal. You stay there for a few minutes, your whole body sore. Deciding you should finally make your way to Miyagi do you slowly get up.

Feeling a pain rush through your back "that’s definitely leaving a mark" you say to your self as you limp over to your back bending over to pick it up.

Definitely not the kind of limp you wanted, you keep walking down the side walk. Probably getting side glances from people while doing so.

The walk to Miyagi do was only a couple minutes but it felt like hours. Opening the gates you see both Johnny, and Daniel training their classes together.

Eli’s the first to notice you, as you drop your bag off to the side "Y/n!" He calls out, running to your side catching everyone’s attention causing them to gasp.

"I’m fine" you say as Hawk comes up to you grabbing your hands as you almost fall, feeling your head spinning around in circles.

"Obviously you are not" He apposes as he helps you to a chair sitting toy down, going to grab you a water.

"Y/n? What happened?" Daniel asks worriedly.

"Oh nothing, just Cobras being cobras" you say hissing as your back cracks in places you never knew could crack.

"Wait was Robby in on it?" Johnny asks coming closer.

"No, he wasn’t there. Doubt he knew" you respond bluntly as Eli rushes back out handing you a water bottle.

"What happened?" He asks sharply.

"Cobra Kai happened" Daniel responds to Eli so you don’t have to, noticing your look of pain.

A twist of anger contorts on Hawks face "I’m going to kill them" he says gritting his teeth as he gets up staring for the gate.

"No Eli" You call out for him rushing towards him, ignoring the screaming pain.

"Please don’t" you say stopping him.

"I just want you to stay here with me please" you plead as he turns around, all that anger gone now as his face softens up.

"I-I’m sorry, they just- I- they can’t just hurt you like that and expect to get away with it" He mumbles looking down as you walk over to him pulling him into a much needed hug.

"I know, but there’s nothing we can do right now" You mumble into his chest as his scent hits your sense of smell to which you smile at.

He walks you over to the chair sitting down, pulling you in his lap running his hands through your hair. "I love you Y/n, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there. It’s my fault" he says guiltily.

"Hey, no it’s not you didn’t know, I didn’t know" you say grabbing a hold of his cheek and placing a small gentle kiss upon his beautiful silky lips.

No matter how many times you do that his cheeks will always turn a shade of red.

"I’m sorry this happened Y/n" Daniel says walking up to you.

"It’s okay Sensei LaRusso, Sensei Lawrence it wasn’t either of your faults" You say going to stand up, but Eli stops you not wanting you to hurt yourself anymore. Giving you puppy eyes as to say be careful you smile.

"It’s okay Eli, I’m okay" you say causing him to release you so you could make your way to Daniel.

Once you do Daniel enguffles you in a tight warming hug, causing you to let out a surprising Yelp only before hugging back.

"I’m sorry to Y/n" You hear Johnny say after a long silence.

Pulling away from the hug with Daniel you limp over to Johnny pulling him into a hug catching him off guard only to smile softly and hug you back slowly.

"It’s okay Sensei, it wasn’t your fault" You reply giving Johnny a sense of relief.

"Now give me my girlfriend" Hawk says sternly causing the whole class including Daniel and Johnny to burst into laughter.

"I’m coming, I’m coming" you joke as you pull away from the hug limping over to Eli.

"Grandma" Johnny jokes trying to lift up the tension more.

It worked.

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Thank you @rosiahills22 for requesting! I hope you enjoyed!

point and yell "SIMP" 🫵🏻

I’m sorry I did not mean to disrespect a member of the VFD (Various Fallen Defenders) I was just saying that he was a simp, never stated that Beatrice was mediocre. Anyways hope that you have a great day.

Y’all always talking about simps, and how they don’t do much, but like… Lemony made a whole series about some womens kids because he simped so hard for her

Y’all always talking about simps, and how they don’t do much, but like... Lemony made a whole series about some womens kids because he simped so hard for her

what's

this?

LAST POST IN LIKES?!

simp

"Professional Glue Eater"

more like "Professional Bob Velseb Simp"

@sleepysheadache

I have way too much power with my photoshopping apps. Someone stop me please!

Since some of y'all are have mommy issues, I shall present my little toktoker stepping on a roach.

Simp.

summary: prompt fill. a silly little subby Wally drabble because our clingy boo is fun to write. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x masc!reader

warnings: smut. sub!Wally Clark. flashfic. crying after climax. Wally Clark has undisclosed mommy issues. same 'verse as Boy Noise.

bon reading, frens

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Simp.

"So good, baby," You praise, "Keep going. You wanna make me come, don't you?" Fuck, yes, Wally does. It's all he wants in the whole word. "Just like that. Such a good boy for me."

And the words go straight to his cock. Flush through him like the heat of the sun, burning in his belly.

You're at his house, dragged there after school because today was a shitty day and he was vibrating with restless energy. He needed you so badly and you never made him suffer.

You lounge in his dad's armchair like a king, one leg hooked over Wally's shoulder, the foot of the other propped on the seat of the armchair, spread wide to accommodate him as he whimpers and whines and probes his tongue as deep as he can get it, kissing your pussy in a filthy wet rhythm.

He hears the clink of your glass on the side table, gives a little moan when you plant the heel of your foot on his shoulder and push, dislodging him. Wally makes an unhappy sound, pouts up at you with big, pleading puppy eyes, but you only smirk in return.

"Stand up," You command. And he does. No resistance, just obedience.

He gets to his feet and takes in the image you make, sitting there mostly naked, your button-down open to reveal your naked body, tie loose and still around your collar. You lick your teeth, grinning like a lion that's about to eat its first meal.

"Strip." You say, tone making Wally's belly squirm.

Again, he does as bidden without question. Tries to do it slow, give you a sultry performance how you sometimes want him to, but apparently not today.

"I don't want a show, baby," You tell him, husky and rich, eyes dark with fever, "Get naked. I want you to make me come on your cock."

Wally's out of his jeans and t-shirt faster than lightning. You stand in a single, sultry motion, lead him by his cock to the armchair and push him down. He spreads his legs wide, arms clasped around you as you as you crawl into his lap.

You take another long sip of his dad's whiskey, the ice tinkling when you place the glass down again, and then, quick and hard, you drop down on him. Take him as easy as a breath after the long minutes he spent pleasuring you with lips and gentle teeth and sloppy tongue.

He's fucking needy now.

You don't move. Not right away. Giving him a chance to adjust, to breathe, to center himself before, "You're gonna be a good boy for me, aren't you?"

Jesus, he will, he promises. He'll do anything for you, he just wants so badly to make you happy. Tell him how to make you happy, please, fuck, please.

Wally whines, hands loose on your hips, desperate for you to let him show you how good he can be as you take control. It's slow at first, driving him crazy, the heat inside him fogging up his brain, his body tense with desire and need.

"Please," He begs when you begin to ride him a little faster, just enough to get him to the edge before you stop. Shit. No, please, no, he needs to come so bad. Has needed to come since you got him on his knees and grabbed the back of his head, brought his face to your pussy and told him to eat up, sweet boy.

It's intense, everything he feels for you, with you, from you. His body shakes as you start again. Slow. Too slow. And then harder, sharper rolls of your hips until, yes yes yes like that, you start moving in earnest, taking him over and over, deep and tight and hot.

"Please," He gasps, whimpers, eyes clenched shut, hands squeezing your hips, "Please, I need to come."

"Not yet, baby boy." You say, somehow stern despite how you're panting. "Let me come first and then you can have your turn. I know you can wait." He can hear the feline grin on your face, can feel your heavy eyes on him, "You're my good boy, aren't you?"

"Yes!" He sobs, the pleasure and frustration making him that much more sensitive, "I'll be good for you, so good, I promise!"

You lean over, still bouncing on him, his cock throbbing inside you as he tries so hard to keep himself in check. "So perfect for me, baby," You reassure him, "Such a perfect boy for me."

Wally spent years trying to be everything his mama wanted him to be. The man, the myth, the legend. In control always. Perfect son. Perfect player. Perfect student, friend, partner, upcoming pilar of the community.

And he did it. Everything she asked, Wally did, getting him nowhere and nothing except more pressure and expectation and criticism.

Maybe that's why he's like this. He's not a psychologist, but it makes sense. How much he fucking needs you to take control and tell him what to do so he doesn't have to think. At least you give him the chance to be good, instructing him from point A to Z, no judgment, just praise. Your sweet, perfect boy; all yours, only yours—

"Please," He whimpers, every touch electric. "Please, Mommy, I need to come," He begs and the title is new, coming from deep within him, ushered from some part of his soul he's kept tightly sealed until now, but he couldn't give less of a shit. Especially with how you moan and squeeze around his cock like a vise.

"Yeah?" You purr, still so together. So in charge.

He gasps, shivers, head falling back.

"Look at me, baby," You order, and Wally listens. Mouth parted as he pants, eyes half-lidded and soft, "Are you close?"

"Yes, yes, please," He can't take much more, not even if you ask him to. And he doesn't want to disappoint you, doesn't want to come before you do. Desperate to be everything you say he is.

You move faster, harder, more frenzied, back arching, tits in his face, moaning when you come. Jesus, fuck, the feeling of you coming around him makes him dizzy, he can't hold back, begging over and over because it's too much stimulation, too good, too right, oh God.

"Please," He practically sobs, "Oh, oh, please!"

You lean in, nip his ear and then command, "Come for me, baby boy. Be good and let go."

Just like that, Wally submits to it and comes harder than he can remember doing before. His whole body tenses and then releases, shuddering as he sobs in relief, fucking up into you as he spills inside you with the force of a fucking train.

"That's it, baby, give me everything," You groan, and it just prolongs his climax.

You're so good to him. So understanding and kind and generous and Wally can't help it. He doesn't mean to, hates himself a little for it, but his eyes sting and his breath catches and he clamps his arms around you as he body shakes.

He's crying. He's never cried during or after sex before now. It's just...there's so much inside him, emotion and feeling, and he has to let it out or he'll burst. Small whimpers and needy whines, tiny little sounds of love and pleasure and thankfulness. He feels so fucking clingy, desperate to hold onto you so you won't slip away and leave him alone to fend off the world by himself.

With fingers in his hair, you draw his head into the crook of your neck, other hand stroking his back as you shush him sweetly.

"I've got you, my good, good boy. You did so well. You made me feel so good."

And he sniffles, nods, holds you as close to himself as he can until the moment passes and he's calm. Vulnerable. Embarrassed. Cheeks bright pink and lower lip between his teeth because you force him to look at you.

"How do you feel?" You ask in such a kind, affectionate tone that Wally feels—

"Better." He admits. And then, quieter, "Safe." In a way he's never felt until you came into his life like a beacon of hope.

A slow smile forms on your lips and you kiss his forehead, "Good. That's all I want, baby."

Wally sniffles again, clears his throat, asks timidly, "Did you like it?"

And you pet his hair, hold his jaw, and say with certainty, "I loved it, baby boy. I always love it."

Warmth blossoms in Wally's chest. He grins up at you, proud of himself.

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