#Krilverlaw

[zappedbyzabka]

Have you talked about Kreese inviting Silver to visit Cobra Kai before the events in TTK? Silver getting to meet a freshly 18 Johnny would be fun?

I think I have, but I sure will again.

It’s very unlikely that they wouldn’t have met before CK when Kreese was gushing to Silver about him. I usually picture him just dragging Johnny along to Silver’s place and introducing them privately, but I could totally see Kreese inviting him to the dojo so he could show Johnny off.

Johnny ends up on a much different path. Silver stops Kreese from choking him, secretly worried that his captain would accidentally break that pretty neck.

He understands Kreese’ liking to see the boy covered in blood or crying; he looks extra pretty when doing so, and Silver has pushed him to his very limits before and came out of it even prouder of Johnny—but death is a little too harsh a punishment for a single loss.

He and John have always kept each other in line—and the opposite.

Johnny seemed ashamed of himself, even under all that defensiveness; clutching his second place trophy and glassy-eyed, he was barely able to look at his friends but still brazen enough to keep his head held high and look him and Kreese in the eyes. Silver’s always enjoyed his stupid, stupid bravery.

It being abo would make it so much better too. Two big, bad alphas constantly by this lithe little omega’s side, scaring off all the guys who might’ve approached him. Maybe just to make it even more toxic, Johnny assumes that since no alphas or betas are approaching him that he’s a bad omega—and Silver is right there to assure him that he’s beautiful, a muse—and drag him deeper into their all encompassing grasp.

He’d move out of his parents house so much quicker and live with Terry in that big mansion, where he has a big wardrobe of all the clothes Terry bought him and a whole room (that he doesn’t use because he always ends up sneaking into Terry’s bed—much to his delight) decorated in all his favorite things. He takes baths with Terry in that big tub constantly; he almost never gets a private bath or shower unless he demands it.

Of course he gets knocked up. How couldn’t he?

(GOOOOOOD this looks like Billy with his shorter styled hair. (eg, Greg Tolan) Now, whether that was Terry's or Johnny’s plan, who knows? Johnny is always afraid of abandonment or worse, and thought that their very own baby would keep Terry well truly chained to him. He stopped taking his birth control and wrapped his legs and arms tight around Terry the next few times he filled him up, worried that somehow Terry would know of his plan, see the excitement in his eyes.

Or maybe Terry did it on purpose, pressing in the deepest he could one of the many, many times he had Johnny trembling on his cock, pretty hole well and truly reamed around that knot as Terry spilled inside. He knew the day that he met Johnny that he had to be his forever; something that he’s never going to be willing to give up.

If it were Kreese’ choice, he would have had Johnny dressed in pretty things and round with his or Terry’s child a long time ago. The boy had far too many suiters going after him.

And hey, In a different version, he had his way. (Though he’s the type of dick to take off the condom without asking, he’s lucky Johnny had already been clamping his legs tight around them so they really couldn’t pull out in time and laid face down ass up after getting filled to make sure it took.)

(Anywho: picture this last gif as Johnny smug as hell looking at Silver and Kreese because they can’t ever leave, and don’t want to.)

[cobrakatharsis]

@zappedbyzabka also requested i post the “nightmares (krilverlaw)” wip so have some [gameshow host voice] more! unfinished! writing!

features hurt/comfort, terry’s ptsd, and vietnam nightmares

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terry snaps awake with his heart pounding in his chest and the burn of freshly-spilled blood across his face.

except. no. the blood's not real. it's only sweat dripping down his face, confirmed as he swipes shaking hands over his brow and cheeks and chin and nose (and then each again, in desperate succession) and they come back wet but clean. it's hard to see in the darkness of the bedroom, but terry's used to seeing blood in the dark - black, it always looks inky black - and there's none. there's none.

his heart, pounding in his chest, at least, is real - but that's good. that's proof he's alive. here and living and breathing, trying with everything he's worth to focus on the whoosh of his breath instead of the hissing snakes and gunfire in his ears. he can hear it all, clear as day. the murmured prayers of the men around him, the distant sounds of violence. he can smell the jungle and the mud and blood and betsy's perfume, see her face in that photo, see what was left of ponytail's after that gunshot, see john's all beat up and blood-covered and full of indescribable grief as the helicopters roared overhead—

there's a weight in his lap.

the present hits terry like a freight train but there's hands holding either side of his face, thumbs stroking back and forth by his temples. he's breathing, he realises, in careful sync with the movement of the ribcage beneath his palm.

“i’m sorry," he chokes out suddenly, because he realises in that same moment that he's holding on way too hard, practically crushing johnny's ribs in his large hand. he's stronger now. he's big. not a twig anymore. he loosens his grip, tries to let go, but instantly one of the hands leaves the side of his face and covers his hand. holds it there, gently.

“'s'okay," johnny assures him, voice a sleep-rough whisper but full of casual sincerity. “was kinda admirin' the fact you could still prob'ly snap someone in half while you're mid panic attack. mine always fuckin'—turn me into jello."

and, blessedly, that's enough for terry to huff out a weak sort of laugh. it's like johnny pulls the last of the fight of the flashback out of him, and terry collapses forward, lets his head land against johnny's shoulder in a moment of complete weakness. johnny cards a hand through his undone hair, finger-combing it into some semblance of neatness. terry appreciates the effort, untidy as he feels, but bats johnny's hand away and promptly sits himself back up nonetheless. johnny lets him go easily enough, but fails to remove himself from where he'd apparently planted himself in terry's lap, and so terry does the natural thing and wraps his arms around johnny with all the usual firm possession.

if this was one of johnny's nightmares, this would be when they would try and talk about it. john would be awake, because he somehow always wakes up when johnny has a nightmare, and he'd start asking questions about people terry's never met - johnny's mother and stepfather and johnny's old cobra kai friends and an assortment of other names. sometimes larusso sneaks in there. still, it rarely makes a difference and johnny never wants to talk - and terry understands precisely how he feels. it's a mercy that johnny asks no questions, and that john is still somehow sleeping peacefully next to them, dead to the world instead of on one of his common sleepless vigils over his partners.

unless, of course, he's faking.

“johnny," terry says, in that tone that always says precisely which johnny he's talking to, and immediately john's eyes crack open, bright and sharp like they were every second in vietnam.

"yeah?"

and terry laughs again, stronger this time. he manages to give john some semblance of a real smile. the sentiment clearly isn't quite shared - kreese looks the wrong kind of concerned, his brow creased with it, and terry wants to give into the urge to tackle him from the bed and strike it from his face - but terry pushes past it with a slight raise of one shoulder, and then with seeking out johnny's shoulder once again. this time, rather than hiding against it, he presses kisses to the warm, pale skin, trailing upwards towards johnny's neck. johnny hums in encouragement, shifting back slightly to grant more space, and though john from behind pressing a kiss to terry's own neck gives him a moment of pause, it doesn't at all deter terry.

[diningwiththeasquiths]

WIP Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your Work In Progress folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for tagging me @cobrakatharsis! ❤️❤️

Okay so my actual WIP fics have the most boring file names ever, namely:

Kreerence fic

LawRussos

There are also only two of them 🙈 So perhaps to make this more interesting I can also list the description of the ficlets in my drafts (because a lot of them end up in draft-purgatory), and if anyone shows interest I'll try to finish and post that particular ficlet:

Silverusso. Wrote this after thinking about how Terry would start a relationship with Daniel for the sole purpose of causing even more pain in the end.

More Dutch x Johnny

Krilverlaw ficlet. Warning: noncon.

And these next drafts are so extremely WIP that I might never finish them, but who knows, if someone shows interest I might find the encouragement/motivation:

More service top Terry (Cobra Husbands)

CK era Kreerence + viagra

Silverusso + virginity kink

Dutch x Daniel

Johnny angst

Daniel catching Kreese and Johnny in the act (Lawrusso endgame, sub!Johnny)

Silverusso + dubcon

Lawrusso + watersports

Lawrusso Porn AU

Found a loophole, since I only have 2 actual WIPs I'm gonna tag 2 people lol: @arc-en-disco (who has the most epic WIP ever 😜) and @seven-oomen. But feel free to do this too if you want to! 😊❤️

[zappedbyzabka]

Just when I was saying I needed some good krilverlaw/one of em/Johnny angst that’ll end in Lawrusso

Part 2 of this prompt by @russolaw : A TKK3 AU where Daniel and Johnny end up together.

TW: sexual exploitation.

4) Johnny gave Terry Silver the only nickname he ever really liked.

Sometimes, when he had a lot of money in his wallet, Johnny thought about skipping town. Landing in someplace small and boring, enrolling in high school for his last year, being a pretty and dangerous stranger on a motorcycle like James Dean, and having the kind of senior year he’d always wanted to. Someplace where tall blondes with perfect bodies weren’t a dime a dozen and turning yourself into a lethal weapon wasn’t just another accomplishment to put on your college application or your acting portfolio.

But then he’d catch sight of the city from the beach, the hills glowing with neon, and he’d remember that this was where people from those small towns skipped town for, the place everyone wanted to be. That Los Angeles was the City of Dreams. That it was better to be a hooker in L.A. than the mayor of any shit hick burg in Idaho or Iowa or Indiana or wherever it was that people who weren’t from someplace cool like Los Angeles came from.

Because the thing was that you could only ever be who they let you be in a small town. But you could be whoever you wanted to be in L.A., that was kind of the point of the place. And there was always a chance that you’d make it.

Johnny kept an eye out for nice cars that weren’t flashy. That meant professional men, not dealers. Professional men like Sid, although he didn’t want to get with someone like Sid, someone old and mean and demanding. He slept with them, but tried not to spend the night if he didn’t like them. One night could turn into two too easily, and then you were trapped if you weren’t careful. You didn’t need to get pregnant to be trapped, all you needed was something only he could give you. Car payments, a phone line, anything long-term. Johnny took gifts, but never anything that needed to be cared for or kept alive, and nothing that couldn’t fit in his Avanti.

Tiger had a long black ponytail and looked young, maybe like he was only a few years older than Johnny. He drove a silver Porsche Spyder the night they met, just like James Dean, and Johnny liked how well he handled the car. He told Johnny to call him something, but a motorcycle roared by and Johnny couldn’t quite hear.

“Tig?” Johnny asked, and leaned forward to show off his pecs. He was wearing a thin white tank top that he’d torn the bottom off to make it a crop top. He giggled and fluffed back his hair, which was growing out pretty long around his shoulders at this point. “Like Tigger? The tiger?”

“Yeah, Tiger,” the man said, and grinned. “Call me Tiger. I like that.”

Tiger liked it when Johnny pulled off the elastic band of his ponytail. He laughed and let his hair stream in the wind as they drove up winding canyon roads to his big sprawling house, pulled Johnny out of the car and carried him over the threshold like a bride, then crawled over him growling and kissed him on the mouth. He claimed Johnny and left red bite marks on his throat and shoulders, then carried him to a gigantic tub and fucked him again before sponging him off with something that smelled like sandalwood and leather. Then he ordered them gigantic burgers, bright red in the middle, and steak fries with garlic sauce instead of ketchup. He drank wine while Johnny drank beer, dipping his fries in the white sauce and eating them one by one as Johnny wolfed down the burger.

Johnny felt baptized, and slid into Tiger’s lap the next morning after a breakfast of lox and bagels.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying the hospitality,” Tiger said, and let him stay. He moved the Avanti into his garage and gave Johnny a Firebird, set him up in the guest room next to his and insisted on having it redecorated to match Johnny’s tastes. Johnny didn’t have any particular tastes in decorating, so Tiger picked out a riot of neon shapes and checkerboard that he said mirrored Johnny’s youthful dynamism and beautiful chaos.

Tiger said a lot of weird shit and liked weird shit, which Johnny was mostly alright with except when he’d huff and puff because Johnny didn’t get some weird movie or enjoy some dish Tiger served him with green stuff in it. He liked dressing Johnny up in shiny leather and plastic and putting makeup on him, liked taking him to clubs where people got tied up and hit each other with weird shit or shocked each other with what looked like little cattle prods. He’d pause in front of watching some guy get wax dripped on him or some girl get hung from the ceiling by her tits and ask Johnny if it turned him on, if he’d like to try it. Sometimes Johnny tried getting zapped or hit with something just to see if he could take it, but he never could say he got out of it what any of the rest of them did. It just looked too complicated, all the electric stuff and the special clothes and the tools – wasn’t sex supposed to be about body to body, skin to skin?

Tiger liked giving him presents, but after a while he stopped giving Johnny money. When Johnny asked for it, he’d ask why. He paid for everything Johnny needed, after all. Did Johnny want more clothes? More jewelry? Another car? He’d get Johnny another car. He’d take Johnny out to dinner, send the maid out grocery shopping. What did he need quarters to call home for if he had a phone in his car, a phone that Tiger paid for?

5) When Johnny saw Daniel, he knew something was very wrong.

As far as Johnny knew, Tiger was just a rich guy with a taste for Japanese decorating. All the rich guys were into that, since they were going over to Japan to make deals all the time. So he had a few katanas on his wall and liked to swan around in a yukata sometimes, that didn’t have to mean anything.

He hadn’t mentioned to Tiger that he did karate. He didn’t tell anybody about that, since that kind of brag could pretty easily get you on the wrong end of a gun out on the streets. Nobody was all that impressed with karate once you got out of high school.

So it was a hell of a surprise for him to come downstairs in a pair of briefs and an Aerosmith crop top one afternoon, hoping to find Tiger bored in his office, only to come face-to-face with Daniel LaRusso rambling about something dumb at his boyfriend while Tiger wrapped LaRusso’s bloody knuckles in bandages.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Johnny yelped from the staircase. He stopped short, body frozen, eyes on Tiger.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Daniel yelled at about the same time, pulling away from Tiger’s with a betrayed look. He backed away toward the front door, hands up in a defensive stance, ready to strike.

“I’m helping him.” Tiger seemed caught between the both of them. “Both of you–I’m helping you. I’m trying to help you both.”

Daniel opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head.

“Help me?” Johnny shook his head. “What am I, a fucking charity case to you?”

“Your sensei,” Tiger blurted out. “I knew him. It was his last wishes–if I found you–”

“You knew Kreese?” Johnny gripped the banister. The room reeled. “His last–he’s dead?”

“Oh, this is bullshit,” Daniel said. His mouth stretched out in a sardonic grin, and his eyes darted around the room. “This is such bullshit. I can't believe you right now."

“How did he die?” Johnny’s legs went numb, and he let himself drop to the stairs. “How?”

“Brick to the gas pedal.” Tiger imitated dropping something, then cocked his hand in an L and placed the tip of his index finger to his temple. “Gun to the forehead. He sent me a letter–”

“I can’t believe you’re actually listening to this,” Daniel interrupted. “You know he’s lying. He’s gotta be lying, right?”

“He sent you a letter?” Johnny repeated, dumbfounded. Puzzle pieces spun in his head, bouncing off each other. Everything was too big and nothing fit together, and he wanted to retch it all out suddenly. “About me. And that’s why–that’s–”

“I thought you’d get scared and leave if you knew.” Tiger shook his head. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you, Johnny. I’m sorry.”

“He’s not sorry.” Daniel’s voice broke in clear and loud. “Look at him. He’s not sorry. He’s not even telling the truth. How useful is that? He’s just making up whatever he wants you to hear. I bet there’s no letter. I bet that asshole isn’t even dead.”

The look on Tiger’s face told Johnny everything.

6) Tiger didn’t even try to stop him from leaving.

He stood there, smug, while Johnny fished through his wardrobe for the jeans and T-shirt he’d brought with him. Asked Johnny where he thought he was going to go, since Tiger paid for everything he had.

“It’s not like I’d tell you,” Johnny said, and shoved a handful of silver and sapphire jewelry into his backpack. Tiger bought him sapphires to go with his eyes all the time.

“But you’re taking my presents,” Tiger said, pointedly.

“You gave ‘em to me,” Johnny said, and didn’t mention the cash that he kept in a pair of gym socks stuck in the lining of the backpack. That was nearly every bill he’d ever squirreled away from Tiger at this point.

“I’ll be able to find you no matter where you go,” Tiger said.

“Whatever,” Johnny said, and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

“You’ll never truly be able to escape me.” Tiger followed him down the hall. “I’ll always be looking over your shoulder. I’ll be everywhere you go.”

“Have fun with that,” Johnny said.

“Every job you get,” Tiger said. “Everywhere you live, everywhere you so much as lay your head. Every time you swipe a credit card. Every phone call you–”

“You and the goddamn United States government,” Johnny said.

“You’ll never, ever be free of me if you choose to walk out that door,” Tiger said. “Never. Not in your life.”

“Let me ask you something.” Johnny grabbed the keys to his Avanti and turned around. “Why bother with me? If you were training him?”

“You should be asking me why I bothered with him,” Tiger said. “When I had you.”

“Why didn’t you train me?” Johnny asked. “Is it because I lost?”

Tiger blinked.

“It’s because I lost,” Johnny said, and stepped into the garage.

“He wanted me to avenge you,” Tiger said. “To avenge Cobra Kai. I was training him wrong, Johnny, I’ve been training him to lose. I have this fighter, his name is Michael, he’s amazing–”

“But you didn’t train me,” Johnny said, and opened the door to the Avanti.

“I wanted to keep you,” Tiger said, and it sounded like he was about to cry. “I didn’t want to put you out on the mat, Johnny. I just wanted you to be mine.”

Johnny sat in the Avanti and didn’t look at Tiger.

“Sensei is alive, isn’t he,” Johnny said, finally.

“I’ll take you to him.” Tiger sounded desperate. “Yes, he’s alive. He’d want to see you, Johnny. He’d want to know you’re okay.”

“But he doesn’t know.” Johnny’s voice cracked in his ears.

“No,” Tiger said. “No. He doesn’t. I didn’t tell him I found you.”

Johnny started the car.

“I don’t have to, Johnny.” Tiger raised his voice. “It can just be us.”

“You can tell him I don’t need his goddamn avenging.” Johnny swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Just leave Daniel alone. He’s not the one who tried to fucking strangle me.”

Tiger put his own hand around his throat. His expression didn’t change as he watched Johnny drive away.

7) Finding Daniel was surprisingly difficult, but finding Miyagi was easy.

Of course there was no “Daniel LaRusso” in the Yellow Pages. That would have made it too easy. There were fifteen entries for LaRusso in general, but none of them were Daniel. Johnny called all of them, but two of them weren’t even in order, five just rang for about a dozen rings, and three hung right up on him when he asked for Daniel. The rest said they didn’t know of a Daniel at all.

He even called Ali, but hung up before anyone picked up. How the hell was he supposed to explain what he was doing anyway? That he’d dropped out of high school because he suddenly couldn’t face being himself or living in anything like the life he’d been living? That he’d uncovered some kind of bizarre revenge plot against her ex-boyfriend that was somehow his fault in the first place, and that he had to make it right? That he didn’t even want to talk to her, but that he knew the boy he’d tormented for half a year was somehow his only chance at making anything right for himself?

It had been Miyagi that saved him, but there wasn’t even a single Miyagi in the Yellow Pages. Johnny wiped away a frustrated tear and switched to the White Pages. Cobra Kai was listed under the Karate Dojos, and he had to stop and breathe hard for a few minutes when he saw the name. But there wasn’t any Miyagi dojo, so that didn’t help him. He switched over to Japanese Cultural Businesses, and there between Marukai Market and Nihon Books and Art was Mr. Miyagi’s Little Trees.

Johnny sped across the valley. Miyagi came out just as he parked the car outside the store.

“No trouble today,” Miyagi said, like Johnny was selling it from door to door. “Please. Enough today.”

“It’s about Daniel,” Johnny said. “There’s something I think he needs to know.”

“Revenge plot, yes.” Miyagi sighed, and looked tired. “Daniel-san drop out of tournament already, okay? That enough? Revenge, good? Over?”

“It’s not me,” Johnny said. “I promise. It’s not me. I never wanted this.”

“Then what?” Miyagi glanced over his shoulder into the shop.

“I just wanted to see him,” Johnny said.

“Shop closed,” Miyagi said. “Daniel-san no seeing anyone.”

A high whistle filled the air.

“Kettle,” Miyagi said. “For tea.”

“Tell him Kreese is alive,” Johnny said, and remembered what Tiger had said about watching him everywhere he went. “Just… Just tell him to watch out, I guess.”

“Oni sensei alive.” Miyagi frowned, then looked over his shoulder at the shop.

The high whistle sputtered and faded.

“Five minutes!” Miyagi called towards the store. “Wait five–excuse Miyagi, please–”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” The words came tumbling out of Johnny’s mouth. “This is the last place I can go and I don’t have anywhere else, okay? And I think I need him. Or you. Or whatever’s in–whatever it is that you teach. I think I need to at least talk to him. I need to protect him, okay? I don’t know why Tiger’s obsessed with him, I don’t know why they’re obsessed with him, but I need–I need to figure it out. At least let me try to figure it out. Please?”

“Ahh.” Miyagi nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “Your rival. Like Rikiishi to Joe Yabuki.”

“I don’t–who?” Johnny shook his head. “Who’s that?”

“From Ashita no Joe,” Miyagi said. He glanced towards the shop one last time, then beckoned Johnny to follow him. “A comic book from Japan. Come, have tea. Miyagi have all twenty volumes.”

That was good enough. Johnny followed him.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Alpha!Terry and Alpha!Kreese attend an illegal, underground Omega auction to find a mate, and end up scentbonding with their respective interests. Silverusso and Kreese/Johnny! Probably dubcon, since Omegas aren’t treated well in this society...

This is so juicy omg so like. Ive been thinking about different versions of these four for so long....

A bit of a drabble and then several words of headcanon smut.

Daniel knows how he got here. He listened to the wrong people, owed favors to some dangerous names. He shouldn't have tried to runaway so young. Well, he didn't try to runaway really. He just... It had never been the same since his pa died and he needed his own space to grieve. Surely his ma, bless her heart would understand? Surely he wasn't hurting her even more by doing this?

Now he wasn't sure he'd ever get to see her again. Technically he had signed up for this of his own free will, nobody forced him. But omega auctions were frowned upon in society for a good long time by then.

Johnny hadn't meant to run away. Not really. At least not from his mother. The tension in the house was thick and rancid ever since he had somewhat unexpectedly presented as an omega.

But the blonde boy, he didn't look like he belonged. Not to Daniel. He looked strong and capable. He looked like the kind of slight alphas that were popular in Europe.the kind they could straddle the line between beta and something else. But now, he reeked of terrified omega.

Terry thought these sort of things were pathetic. Any alpha who had to buy a mate was obviously a failure of an alpha. But John had heard, and John didn't want to go alone. John also didn't have any other friends. But Terry wouldn't admit that. That would put John into one of his moods.

John hadn't been planning on coming. Things like omega auctions generally put him in a foul mood. His mother had been an omega, and Betsy as well. It wasn't their fault they were built differently. Weakly.

It didn't matter how they got there. How they met. Because they would never be separated again.

So let's say this is after they graduate high school and before college. The plot of tkk didn't happen.

Okay, so as usual with Terry and John I imagine they have some sort of unspoken Thing between them that neither of them are willing to act on.

(maybe Terry had been when he was younger. But that was before John had knocked some sense into him. After the war but before everything else.)

Sometimes there was more than one alpha to a pack. But alpha/alpha relationships? Nobody was in a strictly alpha/alpha relationship. At least not publicly.

Why did they think it would work anyway, two knots? It didn't make biological sense.

That was why they needed omegas.

Daniel was instantly alluring to Terry. He had dark eyes, and a sweet smell. He was the image of a classic omega. Maybe a bit thin. But Terry would change that. His neck was long and lithe, and his wrists dainty. His shoulders were slumped in on themselves, no wider than the omegas hips, which Terry could tell were narrow, but would fill out nicely. There was just a hint of perky little tits under his top.

Even as he was toned and fit there was a softness around his every edge.

The only way he could look more breedable was if he was already knocked up.

Meanwhile Johnny's parents were probably expecting beta or alpha. Only he's a larger than average omega. Broader shoulders.

He was less appealing to a traditional alpha. He's got wore muscle mass and wider shoulders. The way that he had toned his body, his tits were more masculine than omega. But they were gorgeous. Made for nursing.

And his waist was pinched in but his shoulders were wider than most omegas, and he was slightly taller.

This one appealed to John, who had no need for some pathetic, whiny omega.

(auction things happen. Maybe because they don't have male alphas in their lives (Sid's a beta) they're eligible for rehoming. Kind of like lost pets. If police found an omega making trouble, the easiest way to get them to stop making trouble was to get them an alpha. And the alphas were always buying. )

So Terry hadn't planned on buying an omega, but as he saw other people betting on Daniel, Daniel's eyes going wide with fear, and yet also somehow, bitter defiance, Terry knew he couldn't have him go home with some lesser alpha.

He sensed a fire in this one. And he did always like an omega with an attitude.

After a few moments of betting Terry out of nowhere raises his paddle and offers to drop some ridiculous amount of money on Daniel.

going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman with the dark ponytail.

Johnny doesn't get as many bids. Not because he's not attractive, but because nobody who comes to these things wants an untraditional omega.

John, of course doesn't have as much money. But he looks to Terry and they somehow know.

They were meant to come as a pair.

Now they would have their omegas ready to breed if they saw fit, and no one would eye an aging bachelor alpha if they were co heads of a small pack.

--

I imagine Daniel and Johnny are both spitting mad when they come off the block. They might legally belong to these men now but they were still their own person. They wouldn't just faint and present like a pretty little whore.

Other alphas and betas taking their own omegas home with them stated obviously as they bit and growled at their new mates.

Daniel is small enough that Terry can scruff him, and Daniel goes weak. Terry is ecstatic. Such a beautiful response spoke of high compatibility.

Daniel went from down turned eyes, and low pitched growls to fluttering eyelashes and a low content hum as Terry pinches the back of his neck, picking him up easily and cradling Daniel in his arms.

Johnny was stronger, harder to scruff, but when John pushes his alpha scent hard enough the blond omega's knees went weak.

Their pretty omegas who they love to both spoil and also hurt on occasion.

Making their omegas fuck each other so they can watch and it feels so good for them but they still want to feel alpha cock and they're already spoiled on it.

So eventually after Daniel and Johnny get each other off with their hands and mouths, and dicks, but they're still not satisfied, their alohas fuck them so they can come one last time. On a knot and thanking their alphas as the two omegas kiss sloppily.

John and Terry would be competitive about who has the "better" omega.

Daniel looks more like the traditional alpha but Johnny has a praise kink and daddy issues. So once John cracks that code Johnny is very submissive.

Do they ever share omegas? Maybe. But never when they're in heat. And they never come in one another's omega.

They get competitive about who's omega is the "better" omega.

Johnny is more submissive day to day vs Daniel's brattiness. But Daniel gets knocked up so easily. He always has that omega pregnancy glow. And when he's with his kids he's the best parent. Barefoot in the kitchen type of omega stereotype. A baby on his hip as his bump grows.

What they don't know is that Terry had to fuck Daniel into submission earlier to calm them down.

Them knocking up their omegas at the same time?

Eventually Daniel and Johnny's heat cycles sync and they share a nest, grinding up against each other as they cry out for their alpha. .their alphas knotting them and Johnny and Daniel gently nuzzling into each other as they get overwhelmed.

It's not that they don't love their alphas, Johnny is particular would do anything for John. (Praise kink. Lol) but John has trouble showing affection in public.

And Daniel knows that Terry loves in his own way. He's highly attracted to the man. He just wishes he would've met him under better conditions.

Wishes he had a less possessive alpha who let him out more. Johnny is his only friend.

It's great to play with Terry's possessiveness when they're out in public, guaranteeing Terry will absolutely rail him. (And then gently eat him out after)

Maybe Johnny occasionally gets confused as Daniel's mate when they're out in public?

Johnny probably gets collared. (and choked...)

(does Johnny ever feel less than in comparison to Daniel, due to how fertile he is? )

So many options .... Do they ever switch partners? Decide after a certain number of years and children that their pack could use more diversity?

All of the tropes for all four of these messes plus all of the abo tropes. Possibilities are endless.

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Alpha Kreese and Silver fucking omega Johnny on the dojo mats while he drips a puddle of slick beneath him from how much he likes it. Gets their cocks absolutely soaked, and his face turns rosy like his bitten lips when they tease him for the gross squelching sound of them pounding his wet hole. Tell him his pussy is just as loud as him.

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I'm thinking about Construction worker Kreese and Silver from my tags.

Johnny walks past the site they’re working on every day. Shorts so short they might as well be panties and tight tops so tight they can see his damn nipples through them.

He smiles at them prettily every time, even when They catcall him—whistle appreciatively and shout, "Hey, doll, where you running off to without us?" (Silver’s calling is more ‘Let me buy you something even sluttier to put on and show off.”)

Sometimes he’ll drop something on purpose and bend over right in front of them to pick it up.

Then they lured him to come closer and talk to them—and oh boy, was it an even better view of that sweet, lithe body—strong but a total joke in comparison to them. That waist in itself, is the span of Silver’s hand.

He’s so giggly and pink when they keep giving him salacious compliments. All long and fluttering and pink down to his chest.

Of course, they let him into the site and fucked him behind some plywood. Put him on his hands and knees and took turns using his holes while he moaned, squeaked, and arched.

Dribbled spit and cum from how hard they went on him and shook. (They might have had to drive him to school.)

They both loved how that lovely mouth looked stretched around their dicks and how tight his hole clenched when he choked.

They have to keep him.

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Krilverlaw on the brain. A strange love triangle that turns into Kreese and Silver agreeing to share their pretty little fighter

(Because really he has the control in the end.)

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Silver who lives next to Sid and Kreese who’s staying with Silver. Getting tempted by the pretty boy next door with all that coy but dirty flirting and failing to resist miserably. Sweet lips and silky thighs that look delicious. Cute pecs that Kreese stays up at night thinking about.

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Still thinking of an au where both Kreese and Terry train Johnny, and yeah they’re going to play with that pretty boy, but a bit differently than Terry did with Daniel.

Johnny is so enamored by his senseis. Can’t believe he got lucky enough to have two well trained men teaching him—sometimes for hours a day. The way Silver corners and circles him like a predator and the way Kreese unapologetically manhandles him however he pleases when showing him moves—sometimes for no reason at all.

They leave bruises often, and he presses into them when he’s laying in bed at night.

Training sometimes includes zero gi’s. Zero clothes at all, actually—at least for Johnny.

He can do his impressive stretches and kata training fully exposed in front of them. Just so they can see his full body and really help him improve, you know?

And if they accidentally grope that round ass or graze against those soft, perky tits—if the touches get firmer and more intentioned…who can blame them? Especially when Johnny always has such a sweet reaction: dollish blush spreading from his nose to chest, trying to keep his face blank like he isn’t liking it. Like their big hands on him and deep voices in his ear guiding him aren’t making him perk up humiliatingly.

But they’ll completely ignore that until he’s willing to beg. That’s when they’ll give into their dark desires.

Ravage the boy completely.

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Fem Kreese loves when Joanie wears her shirts and flannels, which are too big on her.

She almost never has a bra on when she’s wearing them because she’s usually lounging around in Kreese's bed in them, chilling around her apartment with her nipples poking through the shirts. Her perfect, strong thighs out because she likes to hang out in her briefs—"It’s comfortable! Don’t you like when you have easy access?" She’d ask with a fake pout on her face, pointing those hypnotizing eyes at her, and Kreese always indulges herself in that temptation.

But it also makes her unable to keep a small smile off her face and feel humiliating warmth in her chest when Joanie throws her flannels over her shirts and dresses. ("So I won’t miss you while I’m gone." Always said jokingly, like she isn’t sure Kreese will be okay with Joanie missing her. Kreese finds herself missing her too; as much as she hates the weakness, it was bad enough to miss twig.)

She’s never felt this way about anyone before: not Betsy or any other short relationship she had. The closest is Terry, who has her very own seat in Kreese's cold heart, right next to Joanie. (Terry truly hadn’t found anyone worth her time that wasn’t her captain until she met Kreese’s girl, and they became something, the three of them.)

Joanie loves Kreese, she has for a while. She loves the dimple in her chin and the stress wrinkles on her face. She loves feeling her lips against hers (her prominent cupid's bow might as well shoot her) and messing with the dog tags around her neck—which Kreese lets her do, and Joanie knows how much that means.

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(Lawrusso and krilverlaw. Silver has been stalking Johnny for a a while, something that he kept from Kreese.)

Kreese is livid. Johnny was his. He’d been spending so much time crafting him into something perfect, then some useless Newark twerp comes along to…what? Ride off into the sunset with someone that isn’t his? Handle that wild nymph the same way Kreese can? Absolutely fucking ridiculous and temporary—Kreese will make sure of that with Twig's help.

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Now I'm thinking about Terry in the Red Riding Hood verse.

Like.. maybe Johnny was a bit distrusting of Kreese at first, but he's slowly being seduced. Kreese is cornering him, telling him that it's okay and that Johnny can trust him. Johnny's debating between finding a way out or giving in. Then... a tall, handsome huntsman shows up with an axe, staring at the display in front of him.

“Found yourself some pretty prey, did you?” He says, eyeing Johnny up and down. Kreese steps back from Johnny and nods with a toothy grin.

Johnny sees this as his way out, running towards the huntsman. He realizes he was so wrong when the huntsman’s eyes go dark.

“Oh, honey, I apologize for the mistake.”

“What?” Johnny looks between the men as the huntsman pulls him closer and tightens his grip.

“Darlin’ Terry there is with me.” Kreese laughs.

“We like to-“ Terry kisses Johnny’s neck, “-share.”

Johnny trembles, but not in fear; it’s pure arousal. He finds himself craving both men now, wanting them to take him. He takes off his little red jacket and lets his head fall as he whispers, “Please.”

Terry and Kreese sandwich him between them, telling Johnny how good he is.

(And maybe Daniel the real huntsman actually shows up later who knows)

Omg I’ve been contemplating almost this exact scenario 🫠😭 but neither of them were pretending to be the huntsman.

I could see Silver playing along a little longer before revealing that he’s no hero, maybe reprimanding Kreese with a grin that Johnny can’t see because he’s hiding behind his back, turning when Johnny least expects it, and grabbing him. I don’t want to say too much and ruin the entire fic before I post it, but yes, I do.

Ooo, but just as good: Silver as the one to lure Johnny into the house and Kreese as the fake huntsman; it’s not as easy for Silver, but Johnny wanted to go in anyway. He cajoles Johnny into taking off some clothes—his hood and apron at least—and tries to get him out of everything else too, but Johnny is playing hard to get, being a brat, and teasing Terry by letting his dress ride up his skinny thighs, giving him a peek at where his white stockings end; soft skin that Terry can't wait to sink his teeth into.

And Silver doesn’t see the point in keeping his self control when he already has his prey right where he wants it.

When Kreese gets home, he first notices the torn dress on the floor, then, immediately after, Terry, on the floor between a pretty boy's legs and fucking him roughly, gripping the boy’s hips tight. And when Johnny sees Kreese, who really looks like he would be a hero, ax in hand and classically handsome, he widens his pretty blue eyes and gives Kreese the innocent look that usually gets him out of trouble, weakly starting to push on Terry’s broad shoulders and struggle, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t just clinging to him and very much enjoying himself.

I’m insane about this🫠 I don’t just want it to be smutty and fucked up but I want it to be somewhat angsty too.