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I Get Off

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

Originally posted by models-in-motion-gifs

Request: Kozik Imagine based on I Get Off by Halestorm

You can listen to it here.



You don’t know that I know,
You watch me every night
And I just can’t resist the urge
To stand here in the light
You’re greedy eyes upon me
And then I come undone
And I could close the curtains
But this too much fun


Kozik stifled a yawn as he walked into his bedroom, a beer in one hand, ready to collapse against the mattress after another long day in Charming.
He pulled the leather off his shoulders and hung it on the the hook on the wall.
With a sip of his beer he moved across the room, reaching for the curtains. He was about to pull them shut when something stopped him.
When she stopped him.
Kozik had been blessed to move into a house next door to her, and even more blessed when he realised his room was opposite hers. And she never shut her curtains.
He watched from the darkness of his room as the girl in the house next door flicked the light switch, illuminating her tidy bedroom and casting light across the yard between their homes, only a small fence separating the properties.
She was oblivious to him watching, at least he thought she was.
There was something about this girl that kept him coming to the window every night, desperate for a glimpse of her.
She wore ripped black jeans and a black tank, a small strip of skin showing between them. He could see the tattoos littered across her skin and he licked his lips as he watched her.
She pulled her tank over her head, dropping it to the floor next to her dresser. Her black bra cupped her breasts and the rest of the tattoos on her body were exposed.
She moved in the room and stood in front of her mirror, her back to Kozik. She tied her hair on top of her head and pulled her jeans from her body.
For a moment she studied her reflection in the mirror and Kozik studied the shape of her curves.
With one last glance in the mirror she walked into her ensuite, shutting the door behind her.
Kozik licked his lips and shook his head.
The nightly shows were becoming a habit, and even though he knew he shouldnt, he couldn’t help but stand there every night, his eyes fixed on her.


I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It’s a give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off


“Large caramel latte?”
“Thats me.” You stood and grabbed the cup off the barista before thanking her.
With your spare hand you pulled your sunglasses from the top of your head and pushed them up your nose.
You took a sip of your coffee and headed out of the cafe, thankful for the first coffee of the day.
After taking only two steps out in the street you ran smack bam into someone, narrowly missing spilling the precious liquid.
“Sorry!’ You gushed.
“Dont worry bout it-“ The blonde stopped, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at you. “Oh. Its you.”
“Do I know you?” You tilted your head to the side with a face of innocence.
“Not yet. Im Kozik. I think we’re neighbours.” He grinned, flashing you his pearly whites and you smiled back at him before removing the sunglasses from your eyes and pushing them onto your head.
So it was him.
“I’m (y/n).”
His eyes met yours and you smiled sweetly to him.
He bit his bottom lip and nodded, not even trying to hide the fact he was clearly checking you out.
“Well it was lovely meeting you, Kozik.” You fluttered your eyelashes, your voice sickly sweet. “But I should get going.”
“See ya round.”
You flashed him one last smile and stepped around him, heading for your car.
You could feel his eyes on you as you walked and you swayed your hips a little moe than normal with each step.
‘Hate to see her go,’ Kozik thought tp himself. ‘But I love to watch her leave.’


So much left unspoken
Between the two of us
It’s so much more exciting
To look when you can touch
You could say I am different
And maybe I’m a freak
But I know how to twist ya
To bring you to your knees


Kozik sat on the edge of his bed, waiting impatiently.
He took a sip of the beer in his hand and went back to fidgeting with the label off the bottle, anxiously glancing out the window.
She was late.
Well, she was later than normal. He could see there were lights on in her house so she was home, but she had usually gone to her room by now.
The sexual frustration of watching, and not touching her was messing with his head and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait.
Finally the light came on and Kozik jumped up, careful to not stand too close to the window.
She swayed into the room, wearing a tight red dress and black heels.
Every night was the same. She’d partially undress  in front of the mirror, go the ensuite, and then get into bed. Sometimes smoking a joint in bed or watching something on her laptop.
She walked into the room and shook her hair out behind her. She stood a little closer to the window than normal and she reached behind herself, unzipping the dress.
She pulled it from her body.
Now to the mirror.
But she didn’t go. Kozik gulped as he watched her unclip her bra and turn her body, facing the window directly.
The bra fell from her body and he felt his pants grow tighter as she pulled her panties down her body and stepped out of them.
She stood directly in front of the window and stared into his room.
He knew she couldn’t see him but she knew he was there.
Kozik licked his lips, ready for her next move when something in the doorway of her room caught his eye.
A man entered, tall and muscular and he walked up behind her. He put his hands on her thighs and she tilted her head, allowing him to kiss along her neck.
She smiled into the darkness before turning to the man and pulling him to the bed.
From his room Kozik watched, feeling himself grow harder as she made love to the man. She rode him expertly, all the while knowing that the handsome blonde next door couldn’t take his eyes off her.


I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It’s a give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off


“Colette, theres some guys waiting for you.” Cherry said.
“Thanks, you mind helping me with the washing?” Colette directed her question at you.
You rolled your eyes but stood, throwing your boss a smirk and following her out of the room.
Together you walked into the waiting area and she headed to the sofas where her guests were waiting.
You however headed to the door across the room, where the laundry was situated.
You pulled the load of washing out of the dryer and placed it in the basket before having it onto your hip.
Pushing the door open you walked back through the room and you took a few steps when you felt eyes on you.
It was him.
You met his eye and you couldn’t help but smirk as he took in the sight of you, in the little dress you wore.
Colette was sitting with him and a few other men, all dressed in leather.
Kozik stood and stepped in your path.
“You work here?”
“No, i just hang out at brothels all day.” You smiled, your voice thick with sarcasm.
Kozik chuckled before taking the basket from your hands, despite you resisting.
“Oh honey,” Colette called across the room, getting both of your attention. “(Y/n)’s not available, she just helps me out with the books.”
“What a shame.” Kozik replied, his eyes looking you up and down.
The guys he was with watched curiously but soon got back to talking business with Collette.
“So who was that, last night?” Kozik asked as he walked with you out of the room.
“You mean the guy you watched me fuck?”
Kozik blushed, taken aback by your forwardness.
“He your boyfriend?”
You shook your head,smiling at his interest in your love life.
“Just a co-star in my nightly shows.”
Kozik laughed again, and was about to say something else when his club filed into the foyer.
“Koz, we gotta go.”
He nodded and looked back at you.
“I’ll see you later, (y/n).”
You winked and began walking away.
“I’m sure you will.”


I get off
But you don’t know
But you can’t see
It’s what you forgive
Out here for me
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want


Kozik walked to his front door, throwing a glance to your driveway to check if your car was there.
It was.
He grinned as he opened the door and headed to his bedroom, excited to see what you had in store for him tonight.
After being in his bedroom for only a minute the light next door came on.
He licked his lips and stood in from of the window.
She entered the room with the same dress on she had been wearing earlier that day.
He watched as she walked across the room and stopped in front of her window.
She smiled into the night, knowing he was watching.
And then, for the first time since he had moved n, she closed her curtains.
“Damn.” Kozik cursed as he watched her disappear behind the fabrics.
He sat on the edge of his bed and opened his bottle of beer.
He took a long swig before pulling the bottle away from his lips and sighing.
What was he supposed to do now?
A knock on his front door disturbed his thought and he stood, a slight frown on his face.
He left his bedroom and headed to the front door.
Twisting the handle, he pulled it open.
There she was, standing right outside his door, a wicked smirk on her face and a playful spark in her eyes.
“How can I help?” Kozik asked, a smug smirk on his face as he eyed her appearance eagerly.
You shrugged and stepped around him, welcoming yourself into his home.
“Figured it was time I let you touch.”
Kozik grinned and closed the door. When he turned around you were already walking down the hallway, pulling your dress over your head.
“Holy shit.”


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Undercover pt 3

Okay, okay, I’m getting a little lazy. This is taking place on Day 3 of Keith’s plan. Conversation Starting. Also, I’m starting with Lance’s point of view rather than the other way around. Don’t get confused, my lovelies. 

Without further ado, Undercover Part 3:


I rushed through the train station, I was going to be late! The inspection was 20 minutes later than usual! 

Suddenly, coffee was on my face, hair, and clothes. 

“Watch where you’re goi-” I stopped short, lost in a pair of beautiful eyes swirling with color.

“I am soooo sorry, sir!I didn’t mean to-I mean-um-I-I’m sorry.” The boy spoke, concern laced through his voice. I realized that it was the same raven haired boy who I sat next to on the train!

“Uhhh…oh, yeah. It’s…fine. I have to get to my train. Sorry about your coffee.”

“No, it’s fine. I-I mean it’s not fine. I mean-ugh.”

I laughed, the guy was cute, I’ll give him that. 

“Well, I’ll see you around. The name’s Lance.”


“See you around, K-Keith.” And now I had a name to put to a handsome face.


Oh boy, that was embarrassing! Why was I getting so flustered around him? That wasn’t like me! This boy is messing with my head.

I feel bad about spilling my coffee on him, but you gotta do what you’ve gotta do when you’re a socially awkward person. 

Lance was cute, I’ll give him that.

My watch beeped. I looked down at the watch that the Galra Gang gave me to communicate while I was gone. I stepped outside and answered, being met with Mr. Zarkon’s cold stare. He was the leader and didn’t tolerate any sort of behavioral issues. 

“Kogane. I trust you’re doing well, so far?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve almost got the target, sir.”

“Good. And what is your plan to get him here? For him to trust you?”

I looked away bashfully. “Um…I was going to ask him to meet me somewhere and then bring him to you.”

“And how will you accomplish that? For him to trust you that easily.”

A huge blush made its way up my face. “Um, after going over the information, he seems to be a huge flirt and will basically date anyone. Using that against him, I can bring him to you without a problem and he can finish his unfinished business.”

“Hmm. Don’t let me down, Kogane. Or you will regret it. I want him here by Friday.” 

“Yes, sir.” FRIDAY?! I thought he meant a full week!! It was Wednesday! 

Fuck. I tore my hands through my hair. I’ll have to speed up my plan.

I raced through the station once again and went to the platform I knew Lance would be at. And there he was, mumbling to himself about missing his train.

“Hey, Lance!”

“K-Keith? Hey.”

“You don’t seem too happy,” I stated. Damn, I was so bad at words.

“Yeah, I missed my train. My Mama’s going to be upset that this is the third time I’ve missed it in a row.”

“That sucks. Um,” I didn’t know how to lead into this. “Is it okay if I get your number? You seem cute-I mean, whatever. Nevermind.” I started to walk away but was stopped by a hand on my arm.

“No, it’s fine. You seem pretty cute yourself.” He wrote down his number on my hand, as none of us had any paper. I got lost in his deep blue eyes that held so much. It was like looking into a-wait what?

“Did you catch any of that?” Lance laughed.

“Um, no. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I just said my train was here. Catch you later Keith!” And with that, he was gone. Score.


Keith Kogane has started a conversation with Lance McClain at 12:00 am

Keith Kogane: Hey, Lance. It’s Keith from the train station. Sorry for texting you this late, you’re probably asleep!

Lance McClain: nah dude, ur cool. dont worry bout it. im always up this late. wby?

Keith Kogane: …What?

Lance McClain: it means what about you? as in whats ur excuse for being up this late?

Keith Kogane: Oh, um, same as you, I guess.

Lance McClain: what r u doin tmorrow?

Keith Kogane: Giving you spelling lessons.

Lance McClain: haha. very funny. but seriously?

Keith Kogane: Nothing, why?

Lance McClain: I was wondering if u wanted to get a coffee w/ me tmorrow. is that ok?

Keith Kogane: Oh, yeah, I’d like that. Just say when and where!

Lance McClain: tmorrow, 2:00 pm at Altea Cafe?

Keith Kogane: Sounds great! I’ll be there.

Lance McClain: awesome. gnight!

Keith Kogane: Goodnight, Lance.

Everything was going according to plan. Give or take.


Lance McClain has started a conversation with Pidge Gunderson at 12:30 am

Lance McClain: Pidge! guess what!

Pidge Gunderson: What Lance. What is so important that you have to text me at 12:30 AM?!

Lance McClain: You werent asleep anyway.

Pidge Gunderson: Nope, I wasn’t. What is it?

Lance McClain: I gotta date tomorrow!!

Pidge Gunderson: Really? They must be from out of town if they agreed to go on a date with you.

Lance McClain: hey! offensive! I bet Hunk would be happy for me.

Pidge Gunderson: Probably. Anyway, who’d you score?

Lance McClain: A super cute boy named Keith. He’s got a mullet. Which was weird at first, but I’ve grown to love that mullet.

Pidge Gunderson: Uh huh, sounds fun. I’ll cover you in class. You owe me.

Lance McClain: Thanks Pidge! your the best!

Pidge Gunderson: Yeah, I know.


Alright! Another part is done from Laura. You’re welcome. There will be a part four!

i want a kiss mark tattoo on like, my shoulder or something but i need to get a gf first or else it’ll be sad, “look at that girl, she got a kiss tattoo cuz she can’t get a real one”. and obviously nobody would know that but *i* would know

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hi dross! i was just wondering (even tho you've already told us for some of em), what are the ethnicities/nationalities of ur human characters? (sorry btw i'm ESL and stupid so i'm not sure which word is the right one to use lmao)

Man I get that stuff mixed up too, dont worry bout it!!
BUT UH GOD THAT’S SO MANY where to begin…i’ll try to cover. like. all of my bases? 

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