#amanda larusso x reader

[sensei-venus]

Something fluffy, poly! Daniel Amanda and Johnny where Reader gets sick when she's at home with the Twins! Robby and Sam. But then it turns out she's pregnant with Anthony?

Reader wanted to act like she was fine that whole afternoon but she knew it was a lie. That morning she woke up overly sore and tired out of nowhere with a belly that felt like it was full of lead. But she sucked it up for babies. Everyone had work that day so she was the only one home that day to take care of them.

Johnny had early classes at the dojo.

While Daniel and Amanda were off to the dealership for an important morning meeting about new inventory that would be hitting the dealership soon.

After a few morning kisses spread between all of them, a few peaks to the kids cheeks and they where gone. Off to work leaving her and the twins alone. Days like this she was grateful that the two children were almost six.

Only a few months and they would be turning six together and the following year be eligible to start school. There was a hint of mixed emotions on that. A big part of her was sad that her babies would be leaving the nest so soon but it had to be done. They grow up so fast.

"Mama! are you going to help me with my picture or not?" Samantha grinned as she held up her half colored paper. The coloring book page of a cartoon princess was only half colored in. She had done her very best to keep inside the lines clearly.

Reader quickly put her thoughts to the back burner before smiling down at the girl and nodding. Sitting down next to the girl at the kitchen table she grabbed a crayon and started to help by filling in some of the blanks. The whole time Sam talked about the princess they where coloring in. Giving the made-up girl a whole background that Reader was eating up.

“Mama look at my T-Rex….” Robby shyly said from across the table. He pushed over his completed page. A bright green and brown trex was drawn and colored out on the piece of paper. Reader grinned and looked over to him “Robby that’s so good! You did amazing, he looks so real! Did you like coloring him in?” Robby slowly started to smile. It was a bit of a surprise when Robby started to age up next to his older twin, who just so happened to be only three minutes older than him, and was the shyer one of the two.

Sam took the head of being more outgoing and outspoken while Robby liked to sit in the background for a while until he wanted to really come out. He was such a sweetie that Reader couldn’t help but spoil him.

While Sam was more of a daddy’s girl with the guys, Robby was HERS. He was definitely more of a mamas boy.

The happy thought was cut off by the weight in her gut. It made her physically stop for a moment. Trying her best not to vomit right then and there. With what will power she had she stood up and covered her mouth. With urgency and the last bit of strength she had “Mom needs to go-“ and practically ran from her spot at the table.

“Mama-“

The sound of scrapping chairs filled the room behind her while she ran down the hallway.

The kitchen sink was not a option, she needed to hold onto the toilet for what ever was about to happen. Her eyes watered while pushing past her bedroom door and then though her bathroom one. Both hands where on her mouth as she almost threw up into them but was lucky enough to get to the toilet in time. Her knees crashed to the floor as she flung the seat up. Hunched over the porcelain with both hands gripping the bowl she puked.

A few stray tears fell as she vomited everything she had ate in the last few hours. Breakfast and the lunch she sheared with the kids. The feeling of weight leaving her stomach made her head spin. The taste of acid filling her mouth made her gag even harder. It felt like forever before she finally stopped puking. A few dry heaves later and she was almost falling over the toilet rim. With a shaky breath, sweaty body and tear stained cheeks she gently fell back into her butt. She closed her eyes for a moment while trying to breath again.

It wasn’t until she heard the sound of light whimpers did she open her eyes again.

Robby and Sam stood in the doorway with scared eyes. Well, it was mostly Robby who looked the most scared out of the two. He held Sam’s hand as they watched from the doorway.

“Mama!” Robby almost cried as he walked into the bathroom and collapsed next to her on the floor. His hands gripping at her shirt in tiny fists. She rubbed his back as they both tried to relax. When she was able to breathe right again she quietly said “It’s okay, I’m okay, I’m sorry that I scared you like that. Mama didn’t feel good and she didn’t want to get sick on you and Sam.” Looking up at her with teary eyes he nodded.

“Does your tummy hurt Mama? Like when I was sick that one time. I threw up like that too but you helped me and cleaned me up.” He mumbled. If Reader wasn’t suddenly so tired she would have laughed. With a tinny smile she replied “Kinda like that. But I’m okay now so don’t worry.”

Robby nodded and tried to push his head up for a kiss but Reader could only give a small laugh and put a hand over his mouth lightly “Ahh no kiss, mama just threw up. Her mouth is yucky and she doesn’t want you getting sick either.” Robby pouted but seemed to understand.

“Sam baby will you get mommy a water bottle from the fridge? Please and thank you.” Sam bolted out of the doorway and back out to the kitchen. The sound of the fridge door opening and closing was heard before the pounding of her feet followed. Practical flying back into the room she handed her mama the nice cool water. Reader rinsed her mouth out, spitting back into the toilet before flushing it. After a few good minutes, she felt safe getting up off the floor. Robby was almost attached to her side, still a little shaken.

“How about we take a little nap since mama isn't feeling so good.” Reader did her best to muster up a calm voice. The puking only did so much to make her feel any better than she was. If anything it made her more tired than she was.

Robby almost bolted out of the room, jumping onto her huge bed with a giggle. Sam looked at him then back to Reader. Her big eyes filled with questioning almost as if she was asking “Are you sure your okay?” it was sweet of her. But Reader shooed her off. She followed suit of her twin by climbing up on the bed next to him. They both giggles while throwing the covers around. Hiding under them. Their heads poked out to look back at her.

She gave a small laugh “You two get comfortable, I'm going to clean up a little and go to the bathroom.” the two kids ducked back under the blankets. Reader rolled her eyes before closing the door.

She looked for a rag to clean up with, to wipe everything down. Digging around under the sink she felt around for the spare fabric. Her hand knocked into something making it fall and tumble out onto the floor. Sighing she grabbed whaever it was. Her eyes widened when she turned the small box around, reading the packaging.

Pregnancy tests.

It had been years now that she hadn't taken one. The last time she did- it was when she found out she was pregnant with the twin. That felt like it was so long ago.

She could remember it so clearly. Sitting on the bed, Daniel paced around the bedroom, Johnny lying on the bed while Amanda looked over her shoulder in excitement. Watching as the test started to slowly turn positive over the span of five or so minutes.

The memory made her hear flutter a little in her chest.

Why not take one for fun?

A stupid gag almost. Maybe it would spice things up if someone found it in their trash later on. She almost laughed at her own stupid idea.

Breaking the seal she took out two tests and went to work. Peeing on both of them before flushing and washing her hands. Cleaning long forgotten. For a split second, she felt a bit sad. Knowing that the tests would be negative. It wasn't like they were trying to get pregnant again, but still. The feelings and emotions still bubbled up as she left the tests to load. A small beep alerted her that they were both done so she flipped them over.

Her heart almost stopped put of pure shock as she gazed down at them.

Both tests were bright and positive. The lines are bold and bright against the bright white result paper.

Her heart felt like it would stop at any moment from just looking at the positive pink lines. This was real, very very real. She was pregnant with her third baby an she only found out from jokingly taking a stupid pregnancy test for fun. Pacing around the bathroom did nonthing to calm her spicking nerves. So many questions went thogh her mind in that very moment.

How was she going to tell her husbands and wife?

When did this even happen?

How far along was she?

All of those things filled her head making her even more nauseous. Taking a long deesp breath she tries to calm down.

“Mama are you coming? Me and Robby are getting tired.” Sam’s voice rang out from the other room.

“I'm coming!” Reader lightly yelled. She placed the used tests on the counter to be dealt with later on. Straightening herself up she walked back into her room with a grin. Finding the twins bundled up in the sheets and blankets. Reader climbs up onto the bed, flipping the covers over to reveal the two kids. They both laughed as they were uncovered.

“Scooth over so I can get in there,” she mumbles while getting between the two. They cover backup. Both twins snuggle up to her sides, heads resting on her chest.

“Your heart is really fast mama.”

“Are you okay?”

Reader smiled while playing with Sam’s light curls.

“Well I'm a little excited because I found out some really good news.”

Both kids perked up at the statement.

“What if Mama told you that you guys would be having a little brother or sister soon?” Sam gasped loudly. Her eyes were big while replying “Like a baby?!?” Reader nodded “Like a baby. I'm going to have another baby and give you guys a little sibling.” she laughed at the girls reaction.

“The baby is in your belly right? That's where Miss Page had her baby at.” Robby spoke up mentioning the woman who works at the dealership who recently had a baby. Robby pokes at her squishy belly. Sam joins by rubbing at the flesh.

“Yep, but they're really tiny right now so you can't really see them just yet. They have to grow a bit more before you guys can see them in my tummy.”

“Does Mommy and Papa and Dad know?”

“No not yet, but, I was thinking before they get home we could think of a special way to tell them. How does that sound? We can do something special to tell them about your new sibling.” both kids beamed at the idea. They both try to scatter of the bed but Reader holds them back. She laughs while pulling them back onto the bed.

“Not yet guys! Mama still isnt feeling so hot. We can start planning after our nap okay.” the twins reluctantly nodded but laid back down next to her. Cuddling up into her sides once again to finally go to sleep.

Who knows what will happen in the next few hours.

(Part 2??)

[other-fandoms-reblogs]

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Rewarding | Girlcock!Amanda LaRusso x Chubby Reader

Kinktober Day 21: Cockwarming

CW: praise kink, slight roleplay, married Amanda and Reader, squirting, creampie.

"Stop squirming," Amanda hissed into Reader's ear. She chuckled lowly as she pet her naked thigh, trying to sooth her into obedience. "If you don't, I'll have to punish you, and you won't like that."

Reader relaxed, though it was hard. Amanda's big, hard cock was filling every inch of her tight cunt, rubbing against all the best spots and driving her up the wall. She wanted nothing more that to bump and grind on the lovely cock but the name of the game prohibited it. Si she rested her back against Amanda and tried not to think about it.

Amanda kissed the side of her face. "Good girl. Now, hand me that stack of papers. I need to g9 over some statements."

Reader did as told and passed them back to her. Amanda took them with a small smile and pinched Reader's rolls on her side.

"Such a good assistance," she said of her wife, then started reading over the statements.

At the praise, Reader's cunt clenched and she moaned. However, she remained still. She didn't want to face a punishment, knowing the reward would be far greater. She laid back like a good little wife and watched Amanda work, only slightly uncomfortable because the buttons of Amanda's work coat were digging into her nude back. She didn't say anything about it, though, knowing she was there to please Amanda.

It was a good day to be working from home.

The whole time, Amanda's free hand wandered her body. It started at her side and made its way around and up to her fat tits. She groped her wife and rolled her nipples between her fingers, occasionally pinching them. It made Reader moan and grind her hips down on her lap, an action she'd quickly stop and refrain from as much as possible. It was hard but doable, and she wanted to show her wife that she could do this. After all, why shouldn't she be able to sit still and look pretty?

She was sitting nude on her fat cock, feeling the way it sat against her g-spot and making her cunt squeeze around it. Piece of cake.

When Amanda was finished with the first stack of statements, she handed them off to Reader to be stapled together and laid aside. Reader did as she was supposed to and reached to grab the next stack, leaning forward. Her ass pushed back on Amanda's lap, shifting her cock to rub against her pleasure point and they both let out a moan.

Amanda grabbed her wife's waist with both hands, causing Reader to look at her over her shoulder. "I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know," Amanda smirked and pulled her to lay back against her. "You've done so well for me, babe. I think you deserve your reward now."

"Really?"

Amanda simply nodded, snaking her hand down between Reader's thick thighs. Her fingers found her clit within a matter of seconds and starts rubbing circles into it. Reader threw her head back against Amanda's shoulder and moaned loudly, eyes screwed shut. That little touch was enough to send electric bolts through her body, making her quickly climb up to orgasm. It didn't take long for her to come, Amanda making her squirt all over her cock. She made a mess of her and Amanda's thighs.

Her tight, velvet walls spasmed around Amanda like a vice, hips canting as she shook with pleasure. Amanda sat back and watched, lip caught between her teeth. Low groans escaped from the back of her throat but Reader hardly heard her over her own cries of pleasure. If she had, she'd know she was about to get her real reward.

Amanda's balls drew up as she let out a long moan, her cock throbbing as Reader milked her for all she was worth. She came in heavy spurts, filling her wife with warm cum, cock head nearly pressed into her spasming cervix. She held her hips to keep them from moving too much so that she could stay buried in the warm pussy that would receive her cum.

Reader soon fell limp against her wife, panting hard as she still shook in the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She felt the throbbing of Amanda's cock, buried deep in her as she unloaded her heavy balls into her. Amanda began to taper off not long after that and kissed the side of Reader's face, smiling against her skin.

"Told you it would be worth it, babe," she grunted through her heavy breaths. She laughed lowly, wrapping her arms around her wife and holding her close. "What do you think?"

Reader grinned tiredly. "Totally worth it."

[hearts4skywalker]

hihi!! may i req some anthony larusso fluff??

literally in love with you. absolutely 💗

apple cider 𐙚 anthony larusso

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pairing: anthony larusso

synopsis: warm and cozy winter sleepover with ant based off of apple cider by beabadoobee!!

warnings: season 6 ant!!!, 'girlfriend' is used twice, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship, baby is used a bunch

w/c: 0.6k

cold fronts weren't normally a thing encino hills got. it was always sickeningly hot there. now that it's winter time however, it's been way colder at night.

ANTHONY LARUSSO had finally done it. he convinced his father to let his girlfriend stay the night. the two we're completely ecstatic.

you laid in between anthony's legs, your head resting on his chest while you watched him play a video game. you had no clue what it was or how to play, but you were more than content with watching him play.

anthony's fingers clicked his controller quickly, the sound filling the room. you smiled up at him, admiring how perfect his curls looked this time.

he felt your staring, pausing his game. "what's up, baby? you doin' okay?" he asked you, a smile on his lips while he looked down at his chest.

you continued to stare at his curls. "i like your hair, ant." you smiled up at him. anthony couldn't help but laugh a little at your response. "you can play with it, baby." he sighed happily.

immediately, you raked your fingers through his curls. he unpaused his game, continuing this level. you twirled pieces around your fingers, scratched his scalp so brain itchingly, the whole hair playing experience he loved so much.

he muttered curses under his breath when he got shot at in whatever game he was playing. he looked down at you every time, whispering out a quiet "i'm so sorry, baby."

you looked peaceful, just laying and playing with his hair. it was a sight he loved seeing.

eventually, the blanket you two were cuddled under wasn't enough. you were shivering. being the best boyfriend he is, anthony immediately took notice.

"you cold?" he paused his game, looking down at you. you nodded your head, goosebumps spreading across your arms and legs. he couldn't help but giggle a little, gently moving you off of him so she could pull off the sweatshirt he was wearing.

it was your favorite sweatshirt. you said you liked it one time and so he always wore it.

he handed it to you with a sheepish smile. you slid his sweatshirt on over your head, taking your hair out of it after your arms were in the sleeves. you giggled, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "thank you, ant." you smiled.

and because kissing and talking made your mouths so dry, the two of you decided to go downstairs at midnight, dying of thirst.

"y'know what i've always wanted to make?" anthony asked, leaning against the counter opposite of you. "what's that?" you smiled, kicking your legs softly while you sat on the counter.

anthony held up a bottle of apple juice and a bottle of apple cider vinegar. you raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he meant. "apple cider." he smiled proudly, already beginning to pour the apple juice into a cup.

you gagged, watching him pour in apple cider vinegar right after. "ant, that's not how you make-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he'd taken a large drink of it.

he immediately spit the concoction out into the sink. "oh my god that was so bad." he gagged, turning the kitchen sink on and rinsing his mouth out. you giggled at his face.

after a few minutes of his squeamish face, he smiled proudly. "so fruit punch?" he asked, grabbing the glass pitcher from the refrigerator. he got out two glasses for the two of you, pouring them evenly.

"thank you ant." you smiled, taking a drink. you could only imagine how better this had to be compared to anthony's mixture.

anthony took a huge drink. "yeah. that was way better." he laughed.

the two of you didn't end up going to sleep until two in the morning. sam walked into anthony's room the next morning, seeing the two of you cuddled up trying not to freeze.

daniel had nothing to worry about when letting anthony's girlfriend stay.

sloppy rushed ending 💔

[00blue--rain00]

Anthony larusso x fem!reader

Imagine you were mad at anthony and started to think that he was cheating on you, but he wasn't, and..yea HEHE

Warning: ANGST TO FLUFF ✨️💗

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Anthony pov

I picked up my phone and called y/n. The first time I tried, it went straight to voice-mail. That was really not like her,she always picked my up my phone call or would text me right after a missed call.

"Shit..did I do something." I tried to call y/n agian, but no answer. I sat up from my chair a started to pace around my room.

love ❤️

bb y r u not picking up :(

did I do something wrong..

sorry if I did :( But u need you to talk to me if I did

Read 6:47 pm

so ur gonna leave me on read :( I'm sorry. ｡･(つд`｡)･｡

u know wat u did >:[

WHATD I DOO BB

u should know

but I'd don't bb tell me

bb..bb?

I don't even know what I had done. If I had done something, it would not have been so bad that she was ignoring me. Could it.

Right then, my dad had opened my door "Anthony this is the last time I'm gonna tell you to get off your phone and come eat dinner." "Okay Okay I'm coming." "Right now," I put my phone into my pocket and head down to the stairs

I grabbed a plate and sat down at the table. I checked my phone over and over again, hoping there was a message from y/n. Maybe even a small okay would make me happy. "Anthony, no phone at the table, miguel is coming over for dinner tonight, remember." my mom said with sarcasim in her voice "yea obviously he comes over every week. " Oh, shut up, Anthony." "Sam language," my dad said in a stern voice. I let out a small sigh and checked my phone again. Nothing...

Y/n pov

I know I was being harsh to Anthony, but the reason I was acting like this was because I was jealous, jealous of that dumb little shit Lia. Alright, that was too harsh. She started talking to Anthony right in front of me. I knew she had a crush on kenny, but it still made me jealous. When they were talking, I noticed that they looked straight at me right after they finished, I went up to Anthony, but his friends called him right then and there. He didn't even look back at me.

I put down my phone on the desk and went back to doing my studies, i tried to focus on the paper in front of me, but agian started to lose it. I sighed and leaned back on my seat. I took my headphones and put them on, listening to a random playlist of mine on spotify. "Ughhh." I took if my headphones and opened my phone again. I started texting Anthony.

❤️🐜Ant🐜❤️

wanna come over?...I'll tell you, later

okay, but can't u just tell me over text?

No <(｀^´)>

OK baby...🥲

Be there in 10

Anthony pov

I put my dishes away and saw my phone screen light up. I picked up my phone and saw a message from y/n. She asked if I wanted to come over. WITH NO HESITATION I messaged back with a big old yes. I ran to the door and put my shoes on. "Ant, where you going, buddy?" My dad said. "Oh um, I'm going to y/ns place."i said while putting my shoes on."Okay, just be back by 10" "yep" and open the door and walk out, closing the door behind me. I started walking down the sidewalk that led to y/ns house. I was nervous, what if she breaks up with me. What if she hates me. Was it..nvm.

When I got there, I was out of breath from running so fast. I put my hands on her hips and picked up rock, and threw it at her window to get her attention. I saw her shadow appearing through the curtains. She opened them and lifted her window. "Hii bb," I say with a large Ginn on my face. She leaned on the window seal and sighed. "Can you open the door, please?" "Yea. Yea, I'm on it"

She opened the door and took my hand in hers, and pulled me into the house. I closed the door right after she did that. "So what do you wanna talk about, hm?" "What was you and Lia talking about?" I straightened by back and right after those words came out of her lips. When she said that, she looked away from me and crossed her arms. "Baby, you know I would never do anything like that to you." I lifted her chin to look up at me. [Rizz 😏] she sighed a bit before day something. "I-i knew I just guys. I got insecure, but you still haven't answered my question." I put my hand back by my side and looked down at my feet."You know how..it's yourrr birthday in a couple of days." she looked up at me and slimed a bit. "Oh.. sorry for thinking you were..cheating. " I pulled in a hug and kissed the crown of her head. " it's okay. Your mines and I'm yours. " There was a bit of silence in between us before she said something "always.." she said in a quiet voice.

"Always"

A/N I actually don't know where this went bro like 😐 yea, I hope you enjoyed it because it's my FIRST, lol 😆

Okay..bye

[terrence-silver]

how do you think what Larusso's relationship would be like! beloved (daniel's oldest daughter in her twenties) and old man! Terry during the Cobra Kai timeline, especially if beloved, was extremely morally similar to Terry? let's say, they "match each others freak." ❤️ I love your blog, especially because I'm also a writer and I love your take on Terry, your in-depth character study of him is terrific, sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language, I'm Brazilian, lots of love from here!

Hello, Brazil! ❤️

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Frankly, I think Daniel would just feel downright haunted by one of his kid's proclivities and her character long before Terry ever returns into the picture --- years and years before he does, actually. This is an ongoing process that stems back to the time Mr. Miyagi was still alive; it's like Terry Silver never went away in the first place, notwithstanding the lingering trauma and bad memories that Daniel would have to live with on a daily basis, but that his own daughter is starting to resemble one of his demons from the past in worldviews, personality and behavior now too; it is literally the worst development imaginable. Nothing and nobody in his life is safe. Moving on is impossible when the battlefield is happening under your own roof. This whole city, the passing decades, The Valley itself as a whole and each passing generation feels like it has something of Terry Silver's in them and he's never truly gone. His darkness is stubbornly ever-present.

It's like Terry infected everything, even things and people he never actually touched.

Never came in contact with.

Never interacted with.

Nonetheless, it is there, finding ways to seep into every pore of his existence like an infection, possibly leading to Daniel being strictest precisely with his oldest daughter in the hopes that he'd steer her away from becoming the way she's becoming to overcompensate for her shortcomings and all the things he's expected of her but that she didn't live up to from his point of view. Something she might take to heart, because what child of their parent's wouldn't? Cause her to feel like she's far from her father's favorite. Like he cares for Sam, Antony and Louie a lot more and that he sees them as 'the good children he can feel proud of' because they're incarnations of everything Mr. Miyagi espoused...unlike her', which couldn't be further from the truth because Daniel would adore his estranged daughter too, but still, his stance towards her would be here causing her to wish to rebel, go against the mold even more and willfully embrace every bad impulse she has even more than ever before because it's hard to reconcile the fact that she's incompatible to her family. That she's distinct. Daniel takes a different approach with his problematic older daughter because he loves her and doesn't want her to grow into a morally questionable person, but is simply so afraid of what he's witnessing in her that his methods might be unbalanced, their root found in fear --- infinite parental concern. Meaning, he might snap, he might yell, he might be judgmental and not always be an exemplary, patient parent, because validly, it's hard to be exemplary when your own kid reminds you so much of a past abuser who messed you up for life. He might take some draconic measures with her too. His belief in pacifism and 'letting go' might just vane as well. What choice does he have? She's starting to resemble...someone he knew a long time ago. Someone he'd rather not speak of anymore. Jesus! He doesn't even want to think about it ever again! Hard not to! When she's right there, at the dinner table, in his own house, his own flesh and blood, someone he adores, someone he would do anything in the world for --- anything but accept that she's going down a negative path. What parent worth his penny would? Should he just allow that without doing anything?

So, when she befriends Terry, of all people?

Becomes a little too close for comfort with him?

It's a nightmare.

It's like watching his life's work and efforts at setting a good example literally collapse and history repeat itself except in an infinitely worse way than could ever be anticipated. Daniel would be convinced Terry Silver has perversely planned this for god knows how long and that getting under the skin of his daughter was premeditated, and heck, knowing Terry, maybe it was too and that this is revenge. Some sort of sick scheme. Grooming. The desire to continue ruining his life by hitting Daniel where it hurts most, even decades after everything that's went down and for the longest time, Daniel would feel like he's the only one who understands the unhinged gravitas of the situation, causing him to feel crazy and all alone in the world, with nobody to get his point of view and how eerie and harrowing Terry being with his daughter actually is, whereas Amanda, for example, wouldn't see the full picture for a good while, her concerns being limited solely to the age difference, but not the actual context under which any of this is happening seeing as how she's not entirely aware of what went down between Terry and Daniel because Daniel didn't tell her. In fact, she might even understand why their daughter likes Terry Silver. He's rich, he's handsome, he's charming, sure, a little sleazy, perhaps, but ultimately the harmless, inoffensive kind of sleazy (ultimately being too old for their daughter). She might even see Daniel freaking out as slightly overblown. He's overreacting. Of course, man's old enough to be her grandfather and it's a reason for concern and intervention but surely, not the amount of panic and crisis Daniel's exhibiting --- except, it makes the whole situation only feel the more dizzyingly infuriating, because that, that guy, right there, is also simultaneously the worst person Daniel knows and he knew quite a lot of those. And now, his own daughter is consorting with him. How does Amanda...just not get it!? He would feel like he's losing his damn mind. Terry Silver ruined so much of his late teenage years and the years that followed, influenced by the lingering trauma and trust issues; the last thing Daniel would allow for him to have his daughter's soul too. This whole discourse might just lead to the Larusso's marriage encountering shaky grounds.

Amanda could easily be taking her daughter's side, because ultimately, she'd see her daughter as a free person (and she'd critically misunderstand how awful this whole thing) is and Daniel would become more and more volatile seeing as how he wouldn't feel empathized with in the least bit. ''It's the man who tortured me when I was just eighteen!'' he'd yearn to scream out. ''He made me believe he was my friend. That he had his best intentions at heart. And then he tortured me and I trusted him, Amanda! He and John Kreese! They did it together! And now, Terry Silver's got his hooks in our daughter and she's letting him! You're telling me to calm down!? I can't calm down!''

Daniel would fight against the situation with all his might.

He'd argue.

He'd get his hands dirty.

He'd ironically show that bit of Cobra Kai he had in him all along.

He'd do things he'd do in no other situation if it meant changing his kid's perspective.

But, he'd under no circumstance accept his daughter being the way she is.

Just like he wouldn't accept her being with the enemy.

Terry Silver can't have his family.

Terry Silver, though? He'd manipulatively and very sweetly expertly exploit this pre-existing rift in the family to masterfully to divide the Larussos even further and get exactly what he wants by being the (seemingly) understanding, concerned supportive shoulder for Daniel's daughter and offering the camaraderie she doesn't feel she ever had at home. He becomes her support network. Her only support network, eliminating everyone else who isn't him because there's 'no matching the freak' of someone who has a couple of decades of experience in malice ahead of you, who fought in a war and who could, effectively, push came to shove, kill and die with relish. Daniel's daughter might think she can go toe to toe with Terry where being chaotic is concerned (and he'd fuel and enable her belief that this is true) but is there really anyone who actually can? Heck, he might even encourage her to keep a good relationship intact with her folks all while effectively sabotaging said relationship purely so he'd seem guiltless in the matter, playing good cop, bad cop accordingly. But, ultimately he's cool! He's awesome! He lovebombs! He lavishes! He's generous! He's seductive! He can give the spoiled Italian princess the life she's used to and so, so, so much more. He takes on whatever mask and personality is best suited for the situation to draw people in! He's older and by extension, probably makes a younger woman feel more mature and 'cool' by comparison too, appealing to whatever mommy and daddy issues are present! He's all about embracing instincts, impulses, holding nothing back which feels liberating to the otherwise Zen and possibly stifling teachings of Mr. Miyagi! He's rich! He's knowledgeable! And he's Terry Silver, which automatically could mean a world of damage. Never doubt the man's an influence that would entirely destroy what little stability's left in this family and turn Daniel's daughter against her father, mom, brothers, her sister and literally everyone she ever knew. In the end, she'd get more than she's ever bargained for. She thought she had control over the situation. She didn't, though.

Her dad would've been correct all along.

Terry Silver corrupts and devours.

Nothing's for free.

[bullet-prooflove]

Summer School: Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @kiwiwatermelonsuger @sadgenderfluidmaniac @junghwansy2k 

Daniel meets you because of a summer arts program. Him and Amanda have been divorced over a year and they’ve been trying to figure out a way to prise Anthony away from his screen. It’s gotten worse since the split, his son has retreated entirely into the world of video games.  

Daniel can’t help but feel responsible for that. He was the one that told Amanda he was unhappy, the one that made her realise that she was unhappy too. In the beginning he thought maybe if he’d kept his mouth shut they could have persevered but time has given him clarity, they were friends more than lovers and Daniel, he wants passion, he wants romance. He deserves that and so does Amanda.

It's Amanda that finds the program, it allows students to try out different art forms over a six week period. Painting, pottery, metal work. Anthony protests at first but they present a united front, if he doesn’t attend he spends the entire summer without any screen time at all.

The first week Anthony complains relentlessly. Painting is very much not his thing and Daniel happens to agree, he’s all for self-expression but Anthony’s work, it’s beyond terrible.

The same goes for pottery, he comes home with a bowl that’s slanted to one side with weird, wonky edges. Daniel takes it into work and uses it to hold his paperclips.

By the time week three rolls around Daniel expects more of the same, he’s used to Anthony’s sullen moods, he’s been sulking ever since summer school started. Today however when he gets into Daniel’s car, it’s the most animated he’s seen him in years. His eyes are bright, he’s excited. He shows Daniel the motorcycle he’s made out of nuts bolts and wrenches and he’s completely blown away.

“Jak’s been giving me tips on making my own designs.” He tells his father proudly. “We need to hit the art supply store so I can get a sketch book and some pencils.”

That night Daniel calls Amanda after dinner.

“It’s like he’s a completely different kid. I don’t know who this Jak guy is but he’s worked wonders on him. He hasn’t looked at a screen all night.” He tells her as he watches Anthony sketching out design ideas on the kitchen table. “I feel like we should be gifting him a car.”

“Maybe we go smaller.” She says thoughtfully. “Start with some beers from that microbrewery you like. We don’t wanna scare him off by coming on a little too strong.”

“Yea I think I have a six pack somewhere, I’ll drop it off tomorrow morning.” Daniel murmurs, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck. “I’ll ask if he does classes outside of the summer school. I’d like to keep the momentum going.”

He drops Anthony off a little early the next morning so he can pop in and meet the man who has managed to engage his son. He has the six pack of mixed microbrews tucked under his arm when he raps his knuckles on the door and pokes his head inside.

“Hey, I’m looking for Jak.” He says to the woman sorting through the cardboard box of random metal bits and pieces.

“You’ve found her.” You say looking up from your task.

“You’re Jak?” He asks, his dark eyebrows raising as he drinks you in.

You are the furthest thing from metalwork artist that he ever expected. You’re breathtaking for starters, he means that literally, the oxygen catches in his throat when he looks at you.

“You were expecting a man.” You say in an amused tone before gesturing towards the box of beers. “Starting a little early.”

“Ah no.” Daniel says his cheeks colouring just a little as he sets them on the desk beside him. “They’re for you, a thank you for the work you’re doing with Anthony. It’s the first time I’ve seen him engaged with anything other than a video game since the divorce.”

He watches as you approach, his mouth going dry. There’s a sensuality to your movements, a gracefulness and it sends heat flushing through Daniel as he watches your fingertips caress the glass of each of the bottles as you study the flavours.

“A nice variation.” You say before slotting them back in the cardboard. “You’ve picked some of my favourites Mr LaRusso.”

“Danny.” He asserts and the edges of your mouth tip up into a smile.

Something blossoms in his chest and it feels like he’s seeing the sun rise for the very first time. This is what he was missing with Amanda, this passion, this fire.

“Ok Danny.” You say and he loves the way his name rolls off his lips. “What can I help you with?”

“I wanted to know if you do sessions like this after the summer? Anthony, he’s really excited about working with you. My ex-wife and I would really like to keep the momentum going if we can, make sure he has a creative outlet.” Danny tells you as you lean back against the desk.

“I run sessions out of my studio in Santa Monica. Each student works on their own project, they start with their own concept and then develop it, I’m there to show them the techniques, help them make it a reality and they take those skills into the next project.” You inform Danny as he settles beside you. Your perfume floods his senses, something floral with citrus notes, it reminds him of the first days of spring. “The stuff we’re learning in class this week is very basic and Anthony has taken to it really well. I think his interest in mechanics and the way things work definitely helps.”

“Mechanics?” Daniel repeats, crossing his arms over his chest. This is the first time he’s hearing anything about Anthony taking after him in that respect.

“Not the traditional concept like cars and engines, I mean more like cause and effect." You explain as you tuck your hands into the pockets of the cobalt blue blazer you’re wearing. “It’s why he’s so interested in games like Minecraft, he likes to see the effect that one thing has on another, kinda like Mousetrap. He’s trying to figure out how to make things move in his sculpture work.”

“I honestly had no idea he was into any of this stuff.” Daniel says rubbing his palm over the back of his neck.

“Kids don’t really share a lot with their parents at this age.” You reassure him before picking up a post it note and scribbling on it. “Why don’t you come by my studio, get a feel for what I do?”

You hand him the post it note and he studies the address, this thumb tracing lightly over the writing.

“I’ll do that.” He tells you as the bell rings, signalling the start of class. "I’ll try to stop by tonight.”

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[6rookie-writer0110]

Please Daniel larusso x beef tall!shyreader who is the adoptive son Daniel larusso and the reader is a Billionaire that has a mega mansion . The reader is in the military doctor or sniper and sensei of own popular dojos. The reader is the best sensei and he’s one of the best military soldiers and martial artists on the planet. https://youtube.com/shorts/gEi4czCr_Jk?si=PzBLMJiYJTlwv8fY

You know the part where terry silver wants to recruit sensei Kim, can this be the part where Daniel and Amanda contact their adoptive son and needs his help. When Daniel , Amanda, Johnny, Chozen and mike waited, the reader, his fiancé Su Yueming from Transformers: Age of Extinction and his military friends arrives to help them take down cobra Kai. Bonus: the reader and his fiancé are newly parents of a son who adores his parents and his military friends who’s also newly parents live with him

https://youtu.be/ObW_2NSZIA0?si=qngcBr1zXA0zADnP

Yeah i can write this

[quicksilver-babeyy]

Characters List

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Daniel LaRusso[older and young]

Johnny Lawrence[older and young]

Chozen Toguchi[older and young]

Ali Mills[older and young]

Amanda Larusso

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Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz[pre and post Hawk era]

Sam Larusso

Miguel Diaz

Aisha Robinson

Demetri DeCenzo

Tory Nichols

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Tobey!Peter Parker

Andrew!Peter Parker

May Parker

Michelle “MJ” Jones

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Greg Tolan

Edgar Frog[older and young]

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[s1ater]

every found family has:

asshole with a heart of gold and self esteem issues

emotional support himbo

incredibly cool character who is the only one with a brain cell

furious sassy bisexual hiding pain

only one capable of keeping a plant alive

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei ) (Based off this post 👀)

Imagine thy after they get everything worked out with a new car for her she tells them that she has to thank them for all the help. The two say it’s completely fine, she just needed help finding the right car. She still swears up and down she needs to thank them somehow. She offers to take them out to dinner. They tell her it’s fine and they can’t let her go out of her way to take them out to a nice dinner, but she not taking a no.

She finally wears them down and they agree to go out with her.

She’s all smiles as she leaves the dealership in her new car. Her bump sitting perfectly in the front seat as she drives off.

The LaRussos tell the kids they are going out to meet a friend which the kids raise an eyebrow over but don’t question. They tell them to just order a pizza or something don’t wait up for them.

When they show up to the nice little restaurant, that is fancy, they are in awe when they see Reader waiting for them at the entrance of the restaurant. She’s all dolled up in a pretty little dress, it shows off her curves and bump perfectly. The fabric stretching over her tight belly. She has light makeup on and she’s wearing the most pretty little flats ever.

They all sit down together, Reader in the middle. They opt for a round booth. Reader is so sweet and kind, she tells them all about her job and what she’s doing. Amanda asks all kinds of questions about the baby, trying to be as nice as possible about it. They find out that she was in a long time relationship with the father, years together, before he got her pregnant and ran off with a younger woman with more money. She’s a bit down about it but she keeps talking about how excited she is to have this baby.

She can’t stop rubbing at her bump. She’s so excited to be having her first baby even if she’s by herself.

Over dinner, the couple slowly makes their move. Both Amanda and Daniel start by rubbing her arms, getting closer to her. Amanda slowly lets her hand travel down Reader’s arms and slowly down her belly and to her thick thigh. She’s gently gripping the flesh, Daniel scoots over to her and brushes up against her. His eyes won’t stop staring into hers the whole night.

Suddenly they are in the back seat of Readers new SUV.

“Want to see the best feature of this car?”

Her eyes are wide as she watches Daniel hits a button in the car and the back seats completely fall down and disappear into the floor of the car. Before she can stop herself, both her and Amanda are giggling and shuffling into the back of the car. Daniel smirks before getting into the car and locking the door behind him. He’s secretly glad that he had the whole car tinted.

Reader doesn’t stop giggling as she falls on her butt, Amanda laughing with her as they start kissing. Amanda is pulling at her tight dress and gets up enough to sit right under her big bump. Their kisses are soft and long.

“Did you wear this just for us?”

Daniel questions as he takes note of the black thong she has on, barely covering her mound and folds. Reader bits her lip in a bit of embarrassment.

“I feel like I’m to old to be blushing over wearing some stupid underwear-“

“Don’t be, you look sexy as hell in them, and your not old. Your still young. And it’s obvious you can still have some fun~”

Amanda is pulling her own dress off, her breast falling from her dress bra cups. Her own  panties getting wet from excitement. She smiles as she watches her husband unbutton his dress shirt and unzip his dress pants. He pulls both his pants and briefs down just enough.

His hard dick sprang out and slapped against his belly, the head threatening to spill pre at any moment. He smirks down at the two women. Amanda lays down behind Reader and fondled the other women's swollen and heavy breasts. She bits her lip as she smiles up at her husband. Reader is trembling from their treatment, she can't help but keep her eyes on Daniels cock. It's heavy and leaking now.

He gently pulls her thighs apart and then throws her legs over his shoulder.

He presses into her and they both moan out at the new feeling. She's so tight and wet and it's all for them.

He's gently fucking into her and bottoming out in every thrust. She moans and whimpers out so pretty as she is pushed back into Amanda. Amanda is rubbing her clit as she watches her husband fucking the women's pregnant pussy. She can't get over how sexy she looks getting to watch her husband's dick get wet. She can't get over the nasty filthy wet sounds from between them.

Suddenly Daniel is picking up the pace and fucking into her hard and fast.

She's grabbing at his forearms as he pounds into her, she's leaving all over him and she knows it. Her eyes are barely open as she looks up at him. She can't help the loud moans and gasps that leave her lips as he pounds into her, her legs shake as she feels herself losing what little grip she had. Her cunt clenched and the band in her belly was ready to snap.

They both cum hard and fast. Daniel thrusting into her hard and stilling inside of her as they both ride the high. There’s cum leaking from around his cock as they sit there for a moment. The both of them panting, and Daniel’s lips crash into hers as they kiss. It's short but sweet as he kisses from her lips to her neck. They pull away as they take turns kissing Amanda who has already cum from her own fingers and watching the two of them orgasm.

Ultimately they all drive back in Readers' car, the LaRussos saying they will have someone pick up their car tomorrow from the restaurant. They end up going back to the house. They sneak ain't the house and are thankful the kids are already asleep in their rooms.

They get to their room and clean Reader up. They all take a shower together where they all tiredly clean each other. Daniel grabs all of his most baggage clothes and dresses her in some sweats and a t-shirt.

They all end up cuddling in the LaRusso's big bed with Reader tucked between them.

They all pass out for the night, not even thinking about tomorrow.

[sensei-venus]

Uhhhh the amount of times I have though of the LaRusso’s pool is unbelievable.

Haven't rewatched the show in a while, well enough to re-analyze the LaRusso home lay out. But, I would like to think that it’s pretty well hidden from any wandering eyes or pesky neighbors.

I could only imagine how many times they would go out to the pool and fuck. Or just walk around naked maybe, slowly taking their clothes off.

I could only imagine how many times Daniel and Amanda have fucked on the pool chairs or around the pool in general.

I can’t I love this idea so much!

Poly!Daniel x Chubby!Reader x Amanda

Uni!Reader 😈 nsfw

For @sensei-venus and because this was theirs first (unedited)

Imagine that as the months get warmer, Reader asks if she can use the pool. It's a big plus to not head back to campus immediately, and the LaRussos have been so welcoming to her! She almost doesn't want to go back at all! And Daniel and Amanda are certainly not opposed to the idea, so they make sure the pool is nice and clean and ready for her. The only problem is Reader never brought a swim suit or anything like that with her.

So Amanda takes her out and lets her buy as many bikinis as she wants, pushing skimpier ones into her hands and telling her how great they are for stuff like sun bathing and what not. She might even pick out something new for herself, but her eyes are really just looking for anything she might want to see Reader in. They eventually make it back home with some bags full of different swim suits that Amanda assures Reader she'll look good in.

So she spends time in the pool, or by the pool. Sometimes Amanda joins her and they relax together, sun bathe, read or enjoy some snacks. Daniel's inside watching from the window, unable to keep his eyes off of Reader whenever she takes a dip or lays out on one of the pool chairs.

Her bikinis are so cute, in a sexy sort of way. Not all of them exactly fit and her pudgy body spills out over the edges, but she walks around and flaunts it. Her ass is just begging for a good smack as her bottoms leave little to the imagination. Her tits might fall out of her top at any moment and Daniel doesn't want to miss it. Amanda doesn't want to either, so they'll watch her sometimes claiming they're inside "working from home."

Then one day Daniel decides to get some sun. He comes out in a pair of trunks and steps into the pools with Reader saying, "Hope you don't mind if I join you."

They're lounging about in the pool, chatting about this and that. He comes onto her a bit and then she playfully splashes him with water. He tells her how she's going to regret that and they run each other around in the pool until he corners her against the poolside. She looks up at him, skin wet and shining under the sunlight, curvy body pinned between him and the wall of the pool. He's already half hard, but as he starts grinding his cock against her thigh, it doesn't take long for him to reach full hardness.

He kisses her and shoves his tongue into her mouth pulling her as close as possible. He pulls her legs up to wrap around his waist and pressed his hard on against her bikini clad pussy. She moans and whimpers into his mouth, eventually pulling away from him with a desperate whine asking if they should go inside. He tells her not to worry about that and pushes his hand into her bikini bottoms and starts playing with her pussy. They start making out again while he pushes two fingers in and out of her tight little hole and he's throbbing in his swim trucks that have become a little too tight.

He asks her to help him out of his trunks and she makes quick work of undoing the tie and shoving them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

"Now turn around and hold onto the edge of the pool," he instructs her.

She does as told and this is when she realizes Amanda has come outside. She's snuck out in her own hot bikini and laid out on a pool chair, a massaging wand in her hands and a grin on her face as she watches them.

Reader gasps, surprised she's there and loving the extra attention. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Amanda teases. Then she pulls her bikini aside to show off her wet cunt. She turns on the massager and puts it to her folds, biting her lip. "I couldn't miss the show."

Before Reader can say anything else, she feels Daniel yanking her bikini bottoms down to her knees. She moans loudly at his manhandling as he grabs her hips, positions his cock at her burning slit, and pushes into her. He doesn't give her a moment to adjust and starts fucking her roughly, and she loves every second of it.

The pool water sloshes around them, causing a lot of noise, but none of them care. Reader can only hold onto the edge while Daniel has her standing on her tip toes, controlling her movements as he pulls her back and forth on his cock. He hits all the good spots deep inside her and her walls are hugging him tight. Meanwhile, Amanda starts fucking the want massager into her cunt, moaning as she keeps her eyes on the two. She eventually works the toy into her cunt so it's massaging her g-spot and almost has her eyes rolling, but she fights the urge because she's enjoying watching her husband fuck their little friend.

"Fuck, how is she taking you, Daniel?"

"Like a dream! Her fat cunt is still tight, wrapped around me like a vice- fuck! Fucking dream!"

His thrusts get more erratic as he gets close to coming and he says the dirties things into Reader's ear.

"You love it when one us watches you get fucked, don't you? Don't try to deny it, we all know you do..."

All she can do is moan and whine in response, nodding or shaking her head. Her nails are scraping against the patio and all she can really feel are her tight velvet walls squeezing his cock as it hammers into her. Each thrust into her is like heaven and she cries out as he hits a particularly deep spot inside her.

"Oh, is that it?" he chuckles and starts hitting that spot repeatedly. He has her coming in seconds, creaming on his cock. Now, when he pulls out, her thick cream comes with him and enters the water. They make it messy as he fucks her through her orgasm, drawing it out as he loves the feeling of her hot cunt trying to pull him in and milk him. "Fuck, look at you! Gonna make me come in this pussy."

And he's not opposed to it. Neither is Amanda.

"Do it, Daniel. Fill her up. Give her a nice creampie."

Those few words are all it takes for Daniel to bottom out and come. His balls draw up and he unloads everything into Reader's tight college pussy. He groans into her ear, face scrunching up with knit eyebrows and small whine that follows. Amanda starts rubbing and clit furiously so she can come with them. She end up squirting so hard, her pussy pushes the toy out of her and she gushes all over the pool chair. It's a fucking mess.

But no one cares. In fact, they ignore it in favor of heading inside to wash the chlorine out of their air and have a another round in the shower...

[hearts4skywalker]

can i call you tonight? | anthony larusso

masterlist!!

summary: anthony larusso has always had a crush on y/n l/n. he had always seen her around school but never had the guts to talk to her. until he sees her at the beach and uses his larusso charm to score a date with her!!

parings: reader and anthony

warnings: she/her pronouns, sam and ant bonding, dayglow coded!!

a/n: its def a little shorter but yk !! also new format!!

w/c: 972

"hey, y/n. i'm anthony. i was wondering if you'd like to- forget it. this is pointless." anthony threw his hands down. this whole idea was stupid to him. there was no way y/n l/n would ever go on a date with him. he was hopeless. sam sat on the edge of his bed while he paced around his room.

sam rolled her eyes at her younger brother. "anthony, you literally haven't even gotten through the whole sentence." she grabbed her phone, checking the time. she had been trying to help her brother for a few hours now. "sam, you don't understand. y/n is like next level gorgeous. i don't think she's ever even looked my way." anthony looked at his sister like she was crazy.

she shut her phone off, setting it next to her. "the one with h/c hair, right?" anthony felt himself smile just at sam describing y/n. "yeah. she always hangs around with lia or nathaniel." anthony sat on the rolling chair that was always at his desk. sam sat up straighter. "y/n is super sweet, anthony. all you have to do is just talk to her." and with that, sam stood up, leaving his room.

just talk to her? easy for her to say. anthony could never just talk to her. he had tried countless times before. it always sounded like mumbled gibberish. and then y/n would look at anthony and smile her gorgeous smile and he would have no choice but to walk away embarrassed. sam just had no clue how hard it was to talk to girls.

anthony continued to pace around his room. the thought of y/n never left his mind. she never did. he had heard that whole "if you can't sleep it means someones thinking about you" and if it was true, anthony felt horrible about her sleep schedule. he ran a hand through his hair, going over what he would say to her on monday in his head. "anthony, let's go! get your shoes on!" daniel knocked on anthony's door.

anthony stumbled around his room in search for his other shoe. when he found it, he ran down the stairs. amanda was waiting for him at the front door. someone always had to be after anthony when leaving the house since he forgets to lock the door. "go get in the car. your father and sam are already in there." amanda patted his back while he walked out the door. anthony made sure to sit on the opposite side of sam.

pulling up to the beach, it was late evening. sam and anthony both rushed out of the car, walking towards a spot on the sand. it was a tradition for sam and anthony to walk the beach one night during the week, just so amanda and daniel could catch up. sam stayed with their parents. anthony was a fan of beach walks. there was no chance he would pass up on this.

anthony had walked a good distance away from his family when he stopped. he stood at the shore line, watching a crab gracefully walk into the water. he watched the crab dig in the sand to find a spot. anthony enjoyed watching the little sea creatures walk around in the water. he walked a little farther, stopping when he saw a very familiar figure.

there she was. y/n l/n. she was mindlessly walking around, just as anthony was. he knew this was his chance. no one else was around like they were at school. "y/n?" anthony smiled, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. "anthony! hey!" y/n came running up to him. she knew his name? anthony would have to tell same about this.

"uh yeah! hey." he rubbed the back of his neck, the same smile still stuck on his face. y/n stood next to anthony, returning the smile. "you uh, wanna walk?" anthony turned to face her. y/n smiled at him. "sure!" anthony loved how she was always so willing. and how polite she was. he loved a lot of things about her.

the two walked towards where y/n had came from. the entire time the two were talking. talking about school, about karate, about y/n's friends. just anything they could think of. y/n's eyes lit up when she looked down at the sand and saw a pinkish looking shape buried. the two immediately got to their knees and pulled the shell out.

so that's how the two spent the next hour. they dug in the sand, finding different shapes and colors of shells. y/n's favorite was the pretty blue toned shell. anthony admired how pretty she looked, even with sand all over her.

as the sun set, it was time for the two to get back to their families. anthony was walking y/n back to her family before he went back to his. "you'll be at school monday, right?" y/n turned on her heel to ask anthony. "yeah, of course." anthony continued to have the same smile he had the whole time they were hanging out. "alright. see you, ant." y/n gave him a little wave, walking away. anthony knew it was now or never. "wait, y/n!" he hollered after her. y/n turned around. "yeah?"

"can i call you tonight?" anthony asked. y/n smiled the biggest smile he'd ever seen. she nodded her head, unable to form words. anthony smiled before walking back to his family. "he's just like his dad. he's got that larusso charm to him." daniel patted his back, the three had seen all of that. "dad." anthony muttered, his ears turning red.

he didn't know yet but he had just one y/n l/n's heart.

[berry-loves-yandere]

Hi. I love your yandere cobra kai content and I was wondering if you could do poly yandere Amanda and Daniel Larusso headcanons with a badass reader who thinks she doesn't need anyone in life and they think they know what's best for the reader? Thank you 😊

This is perfect! Thanks for requesting this!

"𝒯𝑜𝑜 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒"

Platonic Yandere Daniel and Amanda LaRusso with rebellious foster daughter:

Warnings: obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, kidnapping (sort of), abuse mentions, underage smoking, violence, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

(Y/N) was a troubled kid who went through the foster system.

She had to fend for herself in the dangerous and crazy world she lived in, especially since most people who would foster her used her as a punching bag or meal ticket rather than a person.

So when she was with her social worker, it was quite a shock when the older woman's friends, the LaRussos, asked to attempt fostering the young girl.

(Y/N) scoffed at the idea, thinking it was stupid, that they would be the same as the rest.

The minute she entered the LaRusso house, she scoffed, thinking she knew exactly what kind of people they were.

Rich people who wanted some extra cash from fostering a kid.

Daniel and Amanda pretended not to hear her scoff.

"Welcome to your new home!" Daniel announced.

"Mhmm. Where's the dinky shed? I wanna know where I'm sleeping so I can get out of here already." (Y/N) questioned.

The adults turned to her with clear shock on their faces.

"Shed? Why on earth would you sleep in a shed?" Amanda questioned.

It was now (Y/N)'s turn to be shocked but she didn't express it.

"I'm a meal ticket. Extra cash. Punching bag. I don't give two fucks where I sleep as long as it's no where near you two." (Y/N) shrugged it off.

"How about I show you where your actual room is?" Daniel tried to break the tension.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes then nodded.

She was put in the guest room, which she had to admit was rather nice but she still had her guard up.

The adults of the LaRusso family told their biological children to be nice to (Y/N).

Daniel and Amanda did their best to make (Y/N) feel welcome, but she would ignore them or flinch if they tried to reach their hand in her direction.

Without them noticing, she would steal cash from their wallets and sneak out to buy cigarettes or smoke.

It was a stress reliever for her, especially since she had fought back against one woman who fostered her.

That woman smoked frequently and when (Y/N) pissed her off, she would snub out her cigarettes on (Y/N)'s body.

When (Y/N) fought back, she snubbed her own cigarette on the woman's skin, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

(Y/N) was sitting on a park bench and took a long drag from her cigarette before blowing smoke circles to amuse herself.

She decided to walk to a convenience store to buy something quick to eat.

On her way there, she happened to pass by a restaurant which Amanda and Daniel were exiting from.

"Shit! Fuck! Shit! Crap!" (Y/N) cussed, quickly snubbing her cigarette under her shoe and flipping her hood up so they couldn't identify her.

She continued walking in the direction of the LaRusso house like nothing was wrong, hoping that Daniel and Amanda didn't realize she was there.

Luckily for (Y/N), they didn't recognize her.

She hurried home once she knew she was out of their line of sight.

(Y/N) hopped the fence and used a thin string to pull down a rope she put in her room.

The rope came tumbling down and (Y/N) quickly climbed up before pulling the rope through the window and putting it back into hiding.

She took off her sweater and cargo pants before hiding them with the rope.

(Y/N) put pyjamas on and got into bed, pretending she was asleep and not out smoking.

But in her hurry to fake sleep, her sweater sleeve ended up peeking out from behind her dresser.

And it just so happens when Amanda was cleaning the next day, she noticed the sweater sleeve.

"What's this?" She mumbled to herself before tugging it out.

The hoodie, cargo pants and rope were tied together, (with the rope) so everything came out from behind the dresser.

Amanda was shocked to say the least, especially when a cigarette box fell out of one of the cargo pant pockets.

She showed her discovery to Daniel, who linked the sweater with the odd person they saw the other day when leaving the restaurant.

So when (Y/N) returned from school with Sam, Daniel and Amanda said they wanted to have a chat with her.

(Y/N) thought it was going to be about opening up and smiling more often but she was dead wrong.

The minute Daniel put the box of cigarettes on the table, (Y/N)'s heart felt like it fell into her shoes, she felt like vomiting and her ears were ringing so loudly.

But how? I was so careful! (Y/N) thought.

"Care to explain?" Daniel asked.

(Y/N) kept her composure and pretend everything what normal.

"Explain what? A box cigarettes? You want the content information? I'm pretty sure you can look it up." (Y/N) sarcastically replied.

"Let me clarify. Explain why we found a box of cigarettes and rope in your room behind your dresser." Daniel rephrased his words.

"Okay. I use the rope for exercise, I climb up and down from my window to tire myself into sleeping sometimes. The cigarettes aren't mine they're probably a pack that Yasmin left here and Sam tried to hide." (Y/N) smoothly lied.

"Right. So you're not sneaking out at night to smoke? Like in the park? Or nearby a restaurant?" Amanda pressed.

"Even if I was, it's none of your business! Why do you even care?!" (Y/N) exclaimed, getting pissed off.

"Because we care about you! We're your parents!" Amanda retaliated.

"No! You'll never be my parents! I'll refuse to sign those stupid adoption papers! I don't want to be adopted by you then I don't have to be!" She protested.

"Too late." Daniel replied and Amanda held up a paper that read 'adoption certificate' with both LaRusso adults signatures and (Y/N)'s.

"How the hell did you get my signature?! There's no way I signed that!" (Y/N) yelled.

"Slipped it into the pile of papers you had to sign to transfer schools again. You didn't even read it before signing." Amanda explained.

"Fuck both of you! I'm outta here!" (Y/N) yelled, marching towards the door.

"Oh no you don't! We're your parents now, and we know what's best for you!" Daniel said, gripping (Y/N)'s wrist.

(Y/N) winced in pain from the grab of her wrist but tried to free herself from his grasp.

Daniel used his other hand to hit a pressure point on (Y/N)'s neck, knocking her out.

Amanda began hiding the adoption certificate while Daniel dragged his daughter into her room, laid her down on her bed then grabbed some tools and nailed the window shut.

After that, he put a nail in the door and one on the doorframe and connected them with a chain and a heavy lock.

He also made sure that the door handle's lock was on the outside, not the inside.

She just needed to understand that it was for her safety.

[terrence-silver]

I have a prompt for CK Terry (Season 5) with a younger woman (say her 30s?):

Daniel & co. manage to execute another infiltration plan, but unlike with Chozen (as "Joe"), this plan actually works, and now they've got a woman on the inside, working as a spy. Her main goal is to find something - anything - incriminating about Terry Silver, and to get out. After a few months, she finds some dirt on him, but he catches her alone in the dojo before she can make her escape with the evidence. I'm imagining him as having trusted her and been attracted to her, but feel free to change his feelings to suit your desires (I'm hoping they will be suitably diabolical, as mine are!).

Thank you as always for your wonderful words!

FATALITY, FIDELITY, FORMALITY

(Terry Silver x Reader)

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-"Find what you were looking for?"-

Your heart leaps into your throat when you hear that voice and a flash of everything you diligently strived to achieve so far goes collapsing in front of your eyes like a waking fever dream; Terry Silver was right behind you, standing on the threshold and he’s caught you rummaging through a study desk drawer and of course he made no sound, not even the most meager announcement of his presence or any of his movements, footsteps, as always, catching you unaware while somewhere deep down you desperately hoped that he too was human, and that he too, as such, would make the simple mistake of being at least barely audible when sneaking up on you so that you could avoid him. Intercept him. Cease whatever you were doing and make yourself scarce. Rely on the faint hope the coast would be clear while you were incriminating yourself like this. Stop before you were spotted, outright, bending over the work surface, hand gripping a manilla file in a heated rush. Once he moves forward, with a smile, leisurely, like he wasn’t in a hurry, you forget to breathe.

-"It amazes me that you’re really here thinking someone’s gonna throw a fit over a copy of a document on depleted Uranium from 1979. Most people don’t even know what that is."-

He was laughing. He was laughing at you.

Your panicking eyes dart back and forth between him and the folder you were squeezing for dear life, a sudden flash of shame washing over you like a searing hot shower, causing the top of your scalp to sweat and your guts to start coiling deep inside of you belly; point was, you spent six months alone just building up the territory and the trust to even dream of recovering as much as you recovered, feeling, no, being convinced you were on the verge of something important only for him to show up and snicker in your face like you were an idiot. An idiot going through a flash of so much dread you swore you were frozen stiff and unable to move. Terry Silver was a tough nut to crack. There was always insinuation of some sort of maliciousness and malpractice behind the corner, somewhere, out of reach, but never any concrete evidence and like a string pulled away before you could grab onto its end, you were always further and further away from discovering any actual dirt on the man. Not even continuous and meticulous Google searches yielded anything on him. It's like everything was scrubbed and his name was perfectly pristine. He was someone who was frighteningly clean where his reputation was concerned. Larusso’s firm sent you in to scoop out the place, but you couldn’t even find something as stereotypical as mistreatment of staff which was the go-to scandal with these big, rich guys. Making inappropriate passes at the maid. Being prejudiced towards the racial background of his chauffeur, for example. Not even that much. Terry Silver treated his employees surprisingly well and even amicably. Better than anyone you’ve ever seen so far. You gulp hard once you catch him stepping even closer; the grace of a panther.

You needed a defense for yourself. A way out. A lie. Anything.

Somehow to rationalize why you were going through his stuff like this.

But, it was all blank. Blank. Blank.

You felt faint. Sick.

-"Not to mention, I singled that one out for you and I caught you red handed like I knew I would. Fingers deep in the jam. You really think someone’s stupid enough to keep damning things where anyone can just waltz in and take them and waltz back out like it’s an episode of Looney Tunes?"-

He shakes his head, snapping his fingers jokingly, chuckling into his own chin, but you could tell the smile never reached his eyes; something sharp and dangerous behind them, sticking out like needles. He was angry. Validly, he had every right to be. Except, you never planned on getting caught or having to face his ire. You hoped you’d be far away by now. Far from him. He wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place. His dojo office should’ve been closed. The whole gym compound should’ve been. Classes dismissed until two days from now. The whole weekend ahead. The very fact he was here was unpredictable. Unexpected. You could’ve swore you came to understand his schedules by now. His comings and his goings. You could’ve swore there wasn’t any mistake in your observations. You could’ve! -"Terry, I —"- You stutter, unsure how to finish your own sentence, standing there in limbo, trying to catch his bluff around the fact that you recovered evidence he planted for you to find, feeling your knees shake with indignity. If you had a secret you wanted to hide real badly, you supposed…well, you supposed you’d hide it as well as possible too. Never somewhere where someone else could see it. Take it. But, you were desperate. So desperate. For anything. Any clue. Any bit of anything. Any straw to grasp at. That you were willing to take anything at this point and run with it, even risk being seen by the cameras riddled all over the dojo, because, to hell with it — you didn’t plan on returning to this place, this city or this side of the country ever again. You needed anything, if it meant it could make the slightest bit of difference. You never did this before. That’s why Daniel Larusso picked you. The less you had to hide, the more innocent and seemingly inexperienced of any wrongdoing, bad intentions or foul play you were, the more convincing your act would be. But, it was an act. All an act. And at this point, Terry’s face to face with you, only the desk’s surface separating you like a wall, his finger eagerly tapping its polished finish like a tickling time bomb. -"Make an excuse. Go ahead. I really wanna hear it."- His shark-like teeth on display, you decide to tell the truth. At least a fragment of it, certain he already knew what he knew.

-"I was sent here."-

-"I know you were."-

Terry chides with an almost impossible ease that nonetheless sends shivers down your spine.

-"How does it feel that your supposed friends pushed you into the lion’s den alone with no backup, huh?"-

He shrugs, visibly taunting and the pit in your stomach only deepens, hollow, entirely empty.

-"Some friends."-

He adds, tilting his head to the side once he caught your eyes scrutinizing the nearby windows.

Assessing whether you should jump out through them or not.

Life wasn’t a movie. You knew you’d end up scared, broken bones, bruised and all.

And he knew that much too, something knowing twinkling deep inside of his eyes, almost daring you.

You feel the hand grasping at the folder growing limp, suddenly hopeless.

-"Larusso’s shacked up with his family and his guest from Okinawa is enjoying his Californian vacation while you’re here risking your life for them, without anything to gain from it and everything to lose."-

Terry purses his lips, self-content and positively dripping venom and you look away from him.

The embarrassment weighing down on you like an anvil.

Suddenly, you felt a burning, overwhelming sensation you didn’t feel a moment ago.

You felt dirty. Somehow used. Disposable. A useful fool.

-"Did they at least pay you?"-

-"It’s not about money."-

You rush back in with a hasty retort, stumbling over your own words, vigorously shaking your head.

You needed to maintain at least the illusion of dignity.

Integrity.

Fact was, you never paid a dime and you never wanted to be paid a dime.

Terry snorts crudely. Like he's just about heard the funniest joke in the World.

-"What is it about then?"-

His thighs move slowly, doing a smooth turn, finger still maintained firmly planted on the center of the desk, like the needle of a compass, the bejeweled ring on it in the limelight of your vision. What was it about? Did you have a clear cut answer? Except peer pressure? Feeling talked into it? Both directly and indirectly guilted into doing all of this? Thinking you were doing a good deed? That this was as easy as getting in and getting out?

-"Playing vigilante?"-

He drawls with a voice challengingly laced and no — that wasn’t it.

-"Truth, justice and the American way?"-

No.

-"The honor of rummaging inside of someone’s desk drawers?"-

No, no. You wanted to sob out. Inching further into the side of the wall.

Hoping to disappear.

Hoping he’d stop advancing forward and cornering you in.

Your body reacting violently, overtaking by a sudden shiver of sheer terror.

-"The possibility of Danny-boy and his pretty wife inviting you to a country club cookout and giving you a car discount one day if you ingratiate yourself to them hard enough?"-

His tone was oozing venom and sarcasm and you understood what he was trying to do; he was trying to humiliate your efforts and cheapen their worth, and worst of all, it was working like a charm, an unexpected flash of jealousy jabbing at your heart at the notion Terry would call any other woman pretty, no matter how pretty she actually was. Were you envious? This wasn’t the time to be envious. This was the time to be scared shitless. Your fingers stiffen and the folder you thought would make such a vast difference slips out of your hand and onto the floor beside your quivering feet, landing somewhere underneath the desk. At that point, you felt your vision blur and tears unwittingly flood your eyesight, flowing down the edge of your cheeks. The look Terry gives you seems oddly tender then, through the haze. Somehow fatherly. Like he was genuinely trying to understand how you scraped your knee due to your own negligence. You felt like a lost child. Vulnerable. Jittery. Wordlessly pleading forgiveness. -"What?"- He asks again, words barely above a whisper and you shrug through shivering sobs, ineptly, having no response for him as his eyes searched your face even as you tried to look at everything but directly at him regardless of the fact he was inches away, bending forward, towards you, to catch your gaze by force. Ultimately, his finger props itself underneath your chin, hoisting your stare towards him. -"Betraying someone who wined you, dined you, let you inside of his home, fucked you in his own bed — is that it?"- A seductive sheen flashes over his face and his wrinkles and you try to scoot away, as far as the wall and the desk allowed you to go from the way he beamed at you, the statement making you feel lower than ever before. This was a relationship and you trampled over it. You shattered his trust. That was the point right from the get go. Didn’t make it feel any less difficult, though. Suddenly, what the dread in your gut has been anticipating all along happens and he reaches forward, grabbing your hair, fingers tangling in the strands and dragging you forward towards him with all the violence contained in his eyes.

You yelp.

You knew everything so far was merely the calm before the storm and you were partially paralyzed, too afraid to move lest you trigger it into motion prematurely.

-"You broke the basic rules of hospitality! The two F’s! Fidelity towards your host’s privacy and enough formality not to crap all over their belongings!"-

Terry’s jaw tightens dangerously and he practically spits his words as you squint your eyes shut, desperately — as more of a feeble, last-resort self-defense mechanism rather than anything else — not daring to look at his expression up close in that moment, your own arm reaching forward and digging its nails into his skin by instinct, trying to alleviate whatever pressure he was placing there, hopefully avoiding your scalp getting ripped out of its roots, your lids only bolting open by accident, once you felt the rough, course texture of a wet, hot something dragged along the surface of your cheek followed by a gush of searing breath and the scent of saliva only to realize Terry was licking away your tears, angry chuckles lining the rhythm of what he was saying. -"What you get is the third, decisive F; the fatality of thinking I should be screwed around with."- He hisses and you spot the edge of uncharacteristic desperation in him, eyes appearing bloodshot, cold, wild, enraged and there and then — you’re dragged by the hair, stumbling behind him in wide strides on the corridor outside of his study, groaning at the sudden onslaught of pain. You knew then, the only reason he was telling you all of this was so you’d understand how profoundly you fucked up. So he’d relish your fear. Your pain. Your terror. Your stare bolts up. The cameras were off. The red blinking dot on the side of the device nowhere to be seen anymore. That could’ve easily meant that the exists have long since been shut off. The entrances. The gates. The whole dojo estate under lockdown. Security undoubtedly on the gates. There was no way in. No way out. You were effectively trapped, hauled forward towards your own doom, hyperventilating, digging in your feet against the sleek black tiles, hoping it’ll slow him down, only for Terry to yank your hair forward even harder, until you cried out and your voice echoed across the empty hallway, going entirely unheard. Deep down, you knew what he said was correct; you were risking your life out here while everyone else was safe and sound. The Larusso’s were probably having a meal by now, judging by the hour, Chozen Toguchi in tow, gathered together in the family dinning room over some homemade Lasagna. You could see them all so clearly it made you ache. How none of them were here now to save you, but even if they were, could they really?

Would they?

-"You know what happened to John Kreese!?"-

Terry simmers, looking ahead, sauntering down the foyer, pulling you along.

You knew, of course you knew. You didn’t walk into this situation entirely ignorant.

The fact that topic was brought up now only served to push the fear of God into your very bones.

-"And I knew that man for half a century!"-

Terry yells, so suddenly, it practically makes you jump even while restrained like this.

-"Loved that man for half a century!"-

He continues, wrathful, burning eyes fixated straight ahead in determination as he marched.

-"Owed my life to him for half a century! Longer than you've been alive!"-

There’s a growl of finality when he finally reaches a large, dark door, enraged as he pulled the metal knob, practically shoving you inside and all you’re met with is darkness. Somehow, momentarily, it’s more welcoming than the artificial sharp halogen lights of the dojo or his twisted sneer; it’s a short lived mercy as the neon pipes overhead flicker up and you hear the thud of a door closing somewhere in the pitch blackness, all sound losing its echo. Once the sound padded abyss clears, Terry stands in front of a sealed entrance of an otherwise empty chamber, sauntering forward like an Eldritch horror, all long limbs clad in black and an an icy sneer. His index finger pointing at you. Accusing vigorously. A single strand of hair falling loose from his ponytail, settling disheveled on his forehead. -"If I did what I did to him, what do you think I’ll do to some six month long two-bit trick!?"- He growls, appearing genuinely disgusted and you fold your hands over your chest. That hurt. That really hurt. So much so you could feel it vibrating inside of you, even though you felt you shouldn’t have been surprised. Those words. You did this because…well…because you were judged, in actuality. The pressure of you being with someone so much older. The criticism. The looks. The fact you knew you were talked about and that you couldn’t help but be bothered everyone viewed your association with Silver as a negative; something to be commented upon. Amanda Larusso asking what you had to gain out of the arrangement like you were someone who’s company was paid for. Like you were no better than a rich man's whore. The guilt you felt over it. The anger at yourself that you were viewed this way even though your connection wasn’t monetary. That you weren’t seen as an equal and probably never would be. You rushed to prove yourself. To prove your substance to people who had no right to demand you prove a thing, only to end up being encouraged to do something you shouldn’t have done and make an enemy out of someone you knew very well was powerful enough to destroy you. You sink to your knees in desperation. You had no way to take any of it back and fuck knows what he was going to do to you now because of it. You cry out, utterly crestfallen. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, self-sabotaging, overly complicated, insecure idiot. That’s what you were. -"Please! No!" - Was there ever going to be any mercy given, though? He had no mercy. Not towards enemies. He had no mercy towards friends either according to his own story. Not when he was crossed. And you did more than just cross him, you knew. You shat over months spent together so you could get the approval of individuals you were certain didn’t even like you all that much.

Least of all, Terry himself.

-"Now, here’s the agenda; you’re never leaving this place."-

He approaches, towering over you and you scoot back, hugging your knees to your chest defensively.

The one feeble wall between you and him.

His eyes pink and red. Why did it look like he was on the verge of tears himself?

You’re too stunned to speak.

Did...did this whole thing hurt him too? Emotionally, that is?

The heartbreak type of hurt?

You wanted to cry out for him. Instead of him.

-"Of course they’ll come looking for you, your supposed friends, but not because they give a crap about you. They’ll try to use your disappearance as a proof against me, but it’ll only end up biting them in the ass."-

He chuckles coldly, his jaw shaking as he spoke, looking down at you, practically shivering with wrath. He somehow seemed just as upset as you were, if not more, yet simultaneously sharp and unyielding enough to split atoms. -"If they say it’s suspicious that you entered my property and never left, I’ll simply ask how they know the whereabouts of my estate and social circle in the first place."- He makes yet another step towards you, until his legs loom above you, like an archway, causing you scoot even further into the vast emptiness of what seemed like the entrance of a pristine, minimalist cellar. Clean. Antiseptic. Windowless. No way out but in front of you, barred by his body, undoubtedly automatically locked. Terry Silver, always a proponent of the state of the art high tech. -"If they keep pushing it, they’ll just give themselves away and eventually open their mouths about the fact they’ve sent you here deliberately to endanger my privacy, that’ll only serve as proof of illegal entry and the conspiracy to spy."- He gives you a sudden grin, self-content, smug, but still reeling with rage. You were certain that however this situation was twisted and turned, he’d come out on top and that you screwed up, royally, ironically, risking the most and paying the steepest price for it. You were lucky if he didn’t kill you here and now, and God, all things considered, it would’ve been piety in the vastly creative line-up all the things you knew he was capable of and yet had no direct proof of. He cocks his head to the side, his mouth appearing fleshier than ever, hungry, oddly snake like, curved upwards. -"And you know what we used to do to spies during the war?"- He inquires, practically purring and you want to beg. You want to beg so badly. Just kill me, you desired to plead. Just kill me and collect your moral payback and revenge that way, but please, please, please, don’t martyr me.

-"They were making fun of me, Terry, please, understand."-

The truth suddenly slips out, unbidden, ugly, raw, uncomfortable and vulnerable.

And those words are gone, set loose, escaping across the threshold of your mouth before you can push them back inside and swallow them whole.

You liked Terry, but didn’t feel comfortable being viewed as merely someone’s arm candy. As someone’s attractive sidepiece. As someone sponsored by a man decades your senior. Correction being; it never crossed your mind to be genuinely bothered by anything until someone else pointed it out and the seed they planted germinated until you found yourself revolting, ready to do something truly suicidal purely so you’d be seen as more than what you were assigned from the point of view of others. It was revolting, really; agreeing to spy on the man you were seeing just on the off chance you’d be considered more than an expensive kept woman. A sugar baby. Now, here you were, thrown down on the basement floor, hugging your own torso for comfort and digging your teeth into your lower lip, looking up at him with the most apologetic look you could muster. Forgive me, it was meant to say. The stare you get back from him is harrowing. His fingers reach forward, grasping at both sides of your cheeks, pressing down on the tender flesh there, mushing your face beneath his thumbs until your lips pop, forcibly puckered. -"And you wimped out and collapsed under the slightest bit of peer pressure from people who aren’t even your peers."- He squeezes your face, gloating, hindering your ability to speak properly without muttering, humiliation burning through you like a searing haze. He was right. He was so right about everything, albeit, a little too content compared to his ire from a moment ago. Like he actually rather relished the development of this situation now that impressions finally settled in. You weren’t certain if you preferred him angry in this context, or seemingly happy. You weren’t certain what daunted you more, even more so when his index and middle finger pushed past your lips, grabbing the tip of your tongue, pulling at it with a pillar of saliva trickling down your chin as you groaned in pain, your neck moving forward, following the route he was dragging you towards. This was pure sadism for sadism’ sake. Nothing more. You eyes dart down, catching his other free hand tinkering with the buckle of his belt, the metallic clamor of the sound ringing out like the bells of doom.

Somewhere in the back of your head, fear and desire clash.

-"Well, down here, nobody’s gonna see. Nobody’s gonna know. Nobody makes the rules of convention but me. And I can have you all to myself."-

Terry’s brow shoots up, seeming self content. Triumphant.

His fingers digging into the tent in his trousers and his fist squeezing around the hard cock he pulled out his pants, facing you, thighs spread and zipper down. What was he going to do? Was he just going to keep you down here? For how long!? Was it so he could just abuse your flesh in retaliation for what he caught you doing? Make you disappear that way? Ensure you’re never seen, never heard from again? Panic settles in slowly, way too slowly, torturously so, washing over you like an arctic breeze from afar. Your first instinct was to call for help, but you knew then, help wouldn’t come. There was nobody to help you. He beams down on you, gleefully, almost like he could read the train of your thoughts once your fingers hooked themselves into the antiseptic, minimalistic black wall-to-wall carpet beneath you, hooking your nails into the threads, bracing yourself.

-"You were afraid of being seen as a mindless whore, but if the shoe fits —"-

He coos, cocking his head, bringing his tip to the precipice of your mouth.

Pushing.

Not asking whether you wanted to receive it.

-"Then it’s best to wear it."-

He adds, almost purring, eyes burning into you as your lips part, causing you to groan, embarrassed.

Saliva, right there, on your tongue, hot, anguished, ready to trickle down your chin.

He was going to fuck you, and fuck you and fuck you, but you knew, even know —

Beforehand, there would be degradation. There would be humiliation.

Discipline.

-"Only lubrication you’ll get, so make it count. There will be pain."-

He warns, once he catches your hesitation in making his cock wet, kneeling on the rug, paralyzed.

And yes, the pain. How could you forget the pain.

Perhaps, if you bit down on his dick now it would make him so infuriated he’d just finish you off on the spot.

You consider it.

You’re not sure what stops you. Perhaps it’s what he uttered then.

-"But, you’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?"-

He taunts, tilting his face to the side and the deep abiding shame burns its way into your skull, settling down there, like a plague. -"Yes."- You muster. You felt you deserved this. Deserved it for getting caught so stupidly. Deserved it for not being confident enough. Faltering under other's people judgement. For being bothered with they thought and said about you. For betraying someone in the hopes you'd impress someone else. For thinking that if you backstab Terry Silver, you'd be respected more by some vague margin, when truthfully, could a traitor ever really be respected even if it's an objectively bad person they're doing it to? Did you really think Amanda and Daniel would pat you on the back and be your friends and sleep soundly with you around and never think that if you could do this to the man you were dating, you'd never do it to them in some other shape, way or form? A tear slides down your cheeks. You did this all for nothing. Terry grabs your jaw to get your attention. -"I can’t hear you! Louder! With conviction!"- He seethes, holding his length in his hand, practically slapping you with it, the precum leaking from his tip leaving a wet patch on your cheeks intermingled with your tears. -"Yes, I am!"- You huff, squeezing your eyes shut. It was too embarrassing. Too embarrassing. Too embarrassing. -"You’re a what!? Extended sentences!"- He demands, the subjective impression given that his nails were digging holes into the sides of your face with the ferocity of his grip on you. You were certain the bruises would show, in so many patterns. You shriek. -"I’m a glutton for punishment!"- The words come out, peddled forward by pain. -"And are you anything more than my robot!? Mind, body and soul!?"- He asks, verbally tenderizing the most hidden, sensitive part of you. The part of you that led you to do all of this in the first place. The want to be independent. Strong. Someone with agency. More than just eye candy. Someone's lover. Someone's company. You cared for him, you did, but you needed to be a little more than that. If you wanted to stay sane, it was a requirement. -"It’s too much. That’s too much. Don’t."- You plead, desperately shaking your head as far as his fingers holding you allowed you and then he gives you that stare. That unblinking, cold stare. Devoid of all light. All warmth. All understanding. You falter, like you always did.

-"I’m no more than your robot."-

You capitulate, wantonly, willingly and it was disgusting.

Disgusting how liberatingly it instantly felt.

To acknowledge you were his.

His lover, his whore, his hole, his heart, his everything.

You weren't cut out to be a spy. One for subterfuge. Double crossing. Relaying secrets to a third party. You were cut out to be the warm, soft someone he returns to and that was it. A boudoir kitten. Soft satin beds. His embrace. Made for his lips and his lips alone. You gulp as the realization settles in as hard and as heavy as a rock, both punishing with shame and freeing you of all bonds. You were fighting against the certainty of the incoming tide when there was no point so fiercely combating your own nature. -"Mind, body and soul, Terry."- You asses, gulping hard, practically hiccupping with an onslaught of raggedy breathing. Whore, whore, whore, your subconsciousness struggles. You're a whore, it calls out. -"The correct title’s sir."- Terry reminds casually, letting your jaw go, causing you to goddamn nearly tumble back, sprawled across the carpet. Your hand instantly takes to massaging the sore his grip left behind. He advances, cock in hand. Fear and desire clash. -"Sir. Please."- You drawl once he's close enough to smell; all salt and heavy musk. -"Say 'Aah'"- He teases and you do something on instinct, because every atom of willpower in you spasms at once from conflicting sides, hot and cold meeting, bidding you to obey; you open your mouth and your tongue unfurls, receiving his cock, your gut saying yes and every bit of logic and sense still present in your brain telling you no, tears streaming and dripping down your face unbidden, almost like they were mourning you and the fact how much you ached right now. How dubious and messed up this all was, yet how much you were here, on the floor, kneeling and sucking dick like everything you so fiercely avoided being seen as. Terry didn't seem to mind your reaction one bit, though. In fact, he encouraged it. God, if Amanda could see you now. If Daniel could. If Chozen could. How disappointed they'd be? They'd all nod in unison and probably think to themselves they were fools to ever believe you could amount to anything more. But, did you want to, though? That was the question? Did you want to be anything more than Terry's? Did you really? -"Go ahead. Cry."- He coos, patting your head with a sense of encouragement that has you longing, his voice emanating a deep rumble once he's inside of you and you moan on instinct, letting him settle around your lips. Funny that. How you were fighting this so hard just a moment ago.

Well, at least one part of you still was, soldiering on.

Holding unto sanity by a thin, loose thread.

Eyes still hazy with crying.

-"It’s all junk anyway. Weakness purged. The type of bullshit that led you to crap over me the way you did! Playing at independence like a kid plays with a toy castle."-

His voice hits your ears like velvet.

With a filled, muffled mouth, you nod, opening your eyes.

Looking up at him.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sweetie.

His hand caresses your wet cheek as your head bobbed back and forth.

You groan into the gentleness of the contact.

-"We’ll have all the time in the world to train those tear ducts down here. Get rid of excess junk."-

Terry firmly believed weakness manifests itself through emotional reactions sometimes; crying, screaming, bleeding, sweating, pain, even cumming after sex. That this was the body's way of getting rid of things, by effectively self-cleaning --- a process that very well should've been embraced, if not encouraged. He told you this once and explained it elaborately over a candle-lit dinner and it remained embedded in your memory ever since --- and told you again now, smiling at you, like he was pleased by something unfathomable; you shiver, your imagination momentarily not being developed enough to even conceive of what'll happen to you down here. What are all the ways he'll seek to purge you, as he so delightfully put it. But, you supposed you were both far past being coy, and that you were in deep enough shit as it was, so when he pulls back, his length plopping out of your mouth with a moist popping sound, leaving a trickling droplet of spit to leak down your chin, almost like he predicting you'd ask, catching your breath, in a rare flash of bravado, you do just that.

-"What are you going to do to me!?"-

-"Turn you into meat."-

He explains with a blissed out chuckle. You freeze up in primordial dread.

Your cunt itching for him.

His hands lift you then, almost in a loving gesture. Loving. Yes, loving.

Causing you to slump against him once he grabs hold of your face.

Forcing you to look at him. Really look at him.

-"And then? I'm going to perfect you because you're mine to do with as I like."-

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Second Chances (Johnny Lawrence x F!Reader)

Requested ages ago by @awesomemikaus:  a request from johhny. where is he talking to miguel about life, girls and when he asks him if he loves someone, someone special, johhny answers yes, he fell in love with the reader since high school, they got married but then everything went wrong, bc johhny is johhny Maybe she was cheated on by Robby's mom. I know you have made a request where the reader is larusso, but I would like the reader to be too, just because I love drama, angsty. and they meet again at the scene where johhny goes to daniel's house. thank you 

Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE BUT I FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH IT AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!!! I also went with a different direction to this story, I made reader Amanda's sister XD

Warnings: infidelity, mention of drinking, Johnny giving Miguel a beer, past drunk Johnny, language

Main Master List Cobra Kai Master List

Word Count: 1.4k

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“Hey Sensei?” Miguel walks into the small office of the dojo where Johnny sits, popping open a Coors Banquet. “Can I talk to you?” Johnny takes a swig before swallowing his sip and moving to the front of his desk, propping himself on the edge.

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong, Diaz?”

“So you know the girl I’ve been talking to?” Johnny nods his head, “well, I want to ask her out, but I don’t know what she’d say, let alone what to say if she rejects me,” Miguel slumps in the old office chair as Johnny walks to his fridge, pulling out a beer for Miguel, who looks at it in question.

“Don’t be a pussy. Drink,” Johnny orders, bringing his own drink to his lips. “Listen, Diaz, don’t let a girl slip away because you weren’t manly enough. With babes, you’ve got to show dominance and assertiveness, because if you don’t, they don’t pay attention to you,” he states as Miguel waits for him to continue. “Don’t cheat too. Chicks hate that.”

“Well yeah…” Miguel hesitates, looking at the bottle before taking a sip and grimacing at the taste. “Everyone hates cheating,” Johnny raises his bottle in agreement.

“If you do cheat, some girls beat your ass so badly and then leave you in a ditch,” Miguel spits out his drink in shock.

“Sensei?” Johnny chuckles.

“I was dating a girl before, married her somehow, and we were happy, but a drunken one night stand ended our whole relationship.” “What happened?”

“I slept with someone else, she found out, dented my car and kicked me out on my ass. I was so piss drunk that I couldn’t do anything. Woke up the next morning and everything was gone. She was gone.” Johnny’s face falls slightly as he thinks back to all the times you and him were together. 

After he lost the All Valley Tournament to Daniel and had lost Ali to Daniel, no one had really wanted to go out with him, let alone hang with him. He found himself lost and lonely, until you showed up. Through the summer of his senior year and into his college years, you and him formed a relationship, eventually starting to date his sophomore year of college. Although he dropped out of college, you continued on with your education and it wasn’t until your graduation where he dropped to his knee and asked you to be his. 

Of course you were questioning his proposal. You loved Johnny, you really did but what could he offer you that somebody better couldn’t? However, the love outweighed the needs and so you and him got married and it was nice for a while, except when you would come home from late nights only to find him passed out with a beer in his hands. It didn’t take you long to find out that he was messing around with a new girl, Shannon and ended up getting her pregnant, so with what little dignity you have left, you threw his ass out and moved states and he hasn’t heard from you since. “Sensei,” Miguel’s voice snaps Johnny out of his thoughts as he looks over the teen. “Are you ok?” Johnny tosses the empty bottle of beer in the trash and picks up his coat before heading out the door. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Class is dismissed today. I have some business to take up with LaRusso. You alright gettin’ home by yourself?” Miguel nods as he follows Johnny out of the dojo, the latter locking the door behind him. “Good, because some assholes last night torched my car and I’m gonna get payback.”

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Commotion outside your window stirs you from a nap. Stretching out your limbs, you look over to the clock and note that it’s almost dinner time and judging by the smell wafting through the house, Amanda is cooking something good, however, it’s not the food that has your attention. It’s Daniel and Amanda’s yelling followed by another person. “What’s going on?” You ask out loud to nobody as you slip out of the bed and fix yourself before making your way down the stairs, trying to see who’s causing all the commotion. Amanda and Daniel are standing in the doorway, their frames blocking the intruder’s but you did manage to get a glimpse of moppy blonde hair. 

Spotting Anthony, you quickly pull the younger LaRusso to the side. “What the hell is going on out there?” Anthony doesn’t bother looking up from his gameboy to meet your gaze.

“I don’t know. Some douchebag out there is saying Uncle Louie burnt his car. He’s trynna get dad to fight him.”

“Fight him?”

“Some bullshit about karate.”

“Watch your language young man,” you pinch his arm but let him go, trying to see who’s causing the trouble, however deep down you feel like you know who it is. Rounding the corner, your heart drops as your stomach lurches forward. In the courtyard stands no other than the man who broke your heart all those years ago. 

“How about we resolve this over dinner?” Amanda suggests, the three unaware of your presence. 

“I could eat.” “No!” You shout out before you could really think about what you’re saying, alerting the trio to your presence. “He’s not allowed to eat here.”

Johnny squints against the sun trying to make out the silhouette, but your voice is unmistakable. “(Y/N)?” Amanda and Daniel look at each other before looking between you and Johnny.

“You two know each other?”

“Wish I didn’t.”

“That was harsh,” Johnny snides back, stepping into the house as Daniel eyes Johnny warily and Amanda eyes you. 

“Ok what the hell is going on here?” Amanda questions as you let out a sigh, trying to relax your body. 

“Johnny and I were marri”

“Are married.”

“Were married until he cheated on me.” Johnny hangs his head in shame as you struggle to push back the tears that are resurfacing. 

“Look I know I made a mistake, but you didn’t have to damage my car and then literally kick me out,” Johnny steps toward you as Amanda pulls Daniel to her side, not wanting either of them to get into the argument. 

“That’s all you care about? The fact that I kicked you out and damaged your car?”

“Yeah! It was my ride!” Johnny yells back, extending his arms as you put up a stone wall around your heart because despite you being angry at him for cheating on you, you still love him more than you would care to admit. 

“Why don’t you stop bitchin’ and let’s eat,” Anthony comments, earning a slap at the back of his head from Daniel while you roll your eyes as Johnny stares at the kid. 

“Asshole sure has a mouth for a 5 year old.”

“I’m not five!”

“Ok look, everyone just calm down, (Y/N), would it be ok if Johnny joined for dinner?” Johnny fiddles with his fingers in anxiousness as he waits for your response. He won’t tell anybody but the prospect of having a conversation with you after all those years excites him. He knows he fucked up and even though he’s glad he has Robby - despite the kid wanting nothing to do with him - he regrets every other moment he spent with Shannon.

“Whatever,” you reluctantly agree as you take a seat at the table, Johnny sitting the opposite of you. “Don’t think I’m over what happened.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. I would, however, like it if you could maybe give me a chance to explain?” His blue eyes silently beg you as you twirl the knife between your fingers. Finding love after what happened hadn’t been easy and despite his tendencies you do love him. 

“Can we discuss it after this? In private?” Johnny looks at Daniel who clenches his jaw, irritated that his former enemy is in his house, having dinner with his family and is married to his sister in law while Amanda sets down the plates of food.

“Yeah. That sounds good.” 

“Now that that’s settled, how about we eat?” Amanda breaks the awkward tension as you give her a small smile, picking up your fork and eyeing Johnny, who meets your gaze.

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” you comment with a smile as Johnny smiles back and you think to yourself, maybe this time will be different. 

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The Weight of Water: Daniel LaRusso x Reader

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Summer School Series:

Part One: Summer School - Daniel's excited to meet Anthony's new art teacher.

Part Two: Dirt - Daniel learns more about you and your business.

Over the course of the summer Daniel starts to learn more about you, it’s snippets of conversation in between picking up Anthony and dropping him off but he enjoys the time you spend together. The glimpses of you he gets to see.

It’s through one of those conversations that he learns you surf every morning. You come into the studio with wet hair, the scent of the ocean clinging to your skin and he can’t help but ask what you’ve been up to.

“You should come with me one morning.” You say as you carefully set out the tools on your desk. Anthony is already at his workspace, combing through the box of cogs, selecting the different sizes he’ll need for his next project. He’s become one of your most diligent students over the summer. Excited to be there, the last to leave, always peppering you with questions. “Being on the water, its therapeutic. Good for the soul.”

“I haven’t done anything like that since Sam was a kid.” Daniel tells you, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck. “We gave it up when she got into volleyball. I used to really enjoy it.”

“My friend owns a surf shop near the place I go, she’ll let you borrow a surf board and wet suit if I ask nicely. She lets me store my board there.” You say as you turn to face him, your voice lowering so Anthony doesn’t overhear. “Besides it might be good for you to take a beat,  do something for yourself.”

Daniel crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back against your desk with a sigh. He can’t remember the last time he did something that didn’t involve the kids, the dealership or the dojo. He loves all three but there’s a responsibility that comes with them, he always has to be present and focused. There’s never time to just take a breath.

“Does it show?” He askes quietly, his gaze coming to rest on Anthony as he sorts through his equipment.

“You have this little furrow right here.” You say, your fingertip rubbing lightly over the space between his eyes. “I’m scared it’s going to become permanent.”

The edges of his mouth turn up into a small smile as he captures your hand in his. His thumb caresses your palm as he looks down at it.

“The kids are at Amanda’s tonight, I can come with you tomorrow morning if you’re up for the company.” He says, looking down at your linked fingers.

“I am.” You tell him, squeezing his hand lightly. “I’ll text you the time and place.”

***

Daniel doesn’t remember the last time he was at the beach, the house he used to live in with Amanda had a pool so they never ventured outside of the neighbourhood unless it was to the country club. He hasn’t been back there since the divorce because those people were always more Amanda’s speed than his.

It’s only with hindsight that he sees how much his marriage changed him. Her aspirations became his, together they build an empire, a successful life for their kids. He doesn’t know when they fell out of love, only that he woke up one morning and realised he that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a conversation with the woman sleeping next to him about anything other than the kids. They’d tried dating after that and discovered it was the only thing they had in common.

So they’d made the decision to uncouple, divide everything in half and coparent the kids. Amanda still lives in that house in Encino Hills, they’d both thought it was better for the kids that they have that consistency. Daniel’s moved to a smaller house a couple of blocks away, with a reflecting pool and grass that he likes to feel under his feet first thing in the morning.

That’s what he thinks about when he’s out on the water with you that morning, the changes in his life, how he’s happier now than he’s ever been. There’s no roles, no assumptions, no responsibilities out here, he’s just himself in its rawest form and he finds that liberating. He watches you as he sits on his surfboard and lets the waves lap against him. You’re a natural in the water, catching waves as if you’re attuned to the whims of the sea, laughing when you bail. There’s an authenticity in you that calls to him, you never try to be anything other than yourself and he can’t describe how attractive he finds that.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” He tells you in the aftermath. The two of you are standing at the back of your Jeep, wetsuits unzipped and rolled down to the waist. He’s dabbing himself off with towel while you’re drinking from a bottle of water.

It does something to him seeing you in that sports bikini, the way it clings to your form, covering your assets. It has a skull and a couple of roses on the front in a similar style to those that are inked into your upper arms. He had no idea you had tattoos until today, he wants to chase his fingers over them, ask you what they mean but he holds himself back, he always does.

“We’ll have to do it again sometime.” You tell him as you pick up your towel to dry off your hair.

“I’m free tomorrow.” He tells you with a boyish grin.

It becomes a standing thing between the two of you then. On mornings he doesn’t have the kids he’s with you at the beach, it’s usually followed by coffee and breakfast at the café on the corner. His days feel happier, his life full. He talks about the books he’s reading, the podcasts he’s listening too, the lessons he’s trying to instil in the kids, both his own and the ones he teaches at his dojo.

This, he realises is what he was missing from his relationship with Amanda, the sense of connection, the individuality. With you he’s his own person, an entity that exists outside of all the roles he plays. He doesn’t disappear, the way he did in his marriage. He thinks about asking you out, telling you he wants more but there never seems to be the right moment.

The end of summer art show, he promises himself. That’s when I’ll do it.

Of course, he’s Daniel LaRusso and his life…

It never works out the way he planned.

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