#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??)

[nonscathingbullets]

Here is my drunk fic I wrote last night! I ✨️passed out✨️ before I got to finish, but here's what I managed to get down for anyone interested, lmao.

(In the interest of preservation, it is not proofread or edited)

🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃

Amanda LaRusso

SMUT!!! Minors DNI

(Drunk fic- I'm fuckin hammered bro)

You were working your ass off all week at the dealership in hopes Amanda would notice. Her dark drown hair and tall frame caught your attention in an instant. You imagined every possible scenario of you two together- even at the dealership if you were honest with yourself.

To your surprise, your work and body didn't go unnoticed. "This all for me?" Amanda questioned in a sultry tone as she made her way over to you. You froze nervously before answering.

"Y-yes," you stuttered, backing against the brand new Mercedes parked in the dead center of the showroom.

"Well," she began, taking your face in her hands and bringing her plump lips close to yours, "I guess I better show you my appreciation." Little did you know she had the keys in her hand, and she unlocked the door, opening it and pushing you inside as she kissed you hungrily. You let out a soft moan as she opened the door skillfully and pushed you down onto the leather upholstery. Lucky for you, everyone had gone for the day.

"A-amanda...." You moaned softly as she kissed down your neck, sliding down your pants.

"Shh... baby. Let's me take care of you today," she murmured, taking off your work pants. You obeyed. Not uttering a word as she went down on you. Slurping up your juices greedily. "So beautiful for me, baby. How would I get anything done without you here, beautiful," she murmured into your dripping pussy.

"Aaaahh...ooohh..." You mewled out, desperate for more.

[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

[captivatingckcreations]

— interlocking fingers.

˖°📷 summary ;; their reaction when you wish to hold their hand ˖° cobra kai characters x you/non-binary reader ˖° cute, fluff, sfw

—. Carmen Diaz

she would notice that you want to hold her hand, she puts her hand gently over yours. she plays with the grooves of your knuckles while smiling at how your fingers react to her much warmer and softer hands.

—. Miguel Diaz

he would ask if you were sure that you want to hold his hand, when accepting your offer he interlocks the fingers. he played around with them; wiggling his fingers in and out of yours (you do the same to him).

—. Robby Keene

the two of you offered to hold the other's hand at the same time, he was really shy about it as you would be the first one he held in a long time. when holding, he only holds them by the finger tips and that's all he would do.

—. Amanda LaRusso

she would hold your hand regardless if you asked or not, she will hold onto it gently. she would play around with the palm and knuckles, smiling gently as she does so. it's also very ticklish when she does (she has very soft hands; she reapplies lotion every hour or so).

—. Anthony LaRusso

he expresses that he's not used to holding hands with another person, hoping that it didn't offend you any. he says it's because of his stupid overwhelming fear of his hands being too sweaty to hold onto for long periods.

—. Daniel LaRusso

he would nudge his hand into yours, or be the first one to offer the hand holding between the two of you, however he would never force you to hold it if you didn't want to. he would rub your fingers and take note of how your hands look in his, making him gleam and smile.

—. Samantha LaRusso

she would do a similar thing to her father, but she does it a little differently as she does it to play with you/your hand. she would shyly push her pinkie to the palm of your hand before asking if it was okay for her to do that, if it was she would interlock her fingers with yours.

—. Johnny Lawrence

he would act like he didn't know how to hand hold correctly so you offered to teach him how to hold your hand, but you realized he was faking at not knowing. feeling betrayed a little you slap his hand away, but he grabbed a hold of it and held it the way you taught him, also he would play with your fingers.

—. Eli Moskowitz

he would fiddle with his fingers, not sure if he wants to hold your hand but there is a look in his eye that gives it away that he does. you gently lean over and hold onto his hand, making him smile and peck a kiss on your cheek. the two of you go back and forth with whose thumb should be the one on top hehe...

—. Tory Nichols

she would know that you are wanting to hold her hand by looking at you; your eyes; your body language, so she would forcibly grab a hold of your hand and put it in hers. she would actually be gentle when holding it, though she would tend to drag you around some. you recall the rough texture of her skin of yours, in contrast you are the one who is soft and she is the one who is brittle and rough.

—. Kenny Payne

he would be the mix of both awkward and shy to even offer his hand over to you. you promised to be real gentle with his hand as the two of you laid the other's fingers on the other, he was really excited to have someone hold his hand. you pretend to not notice the excitement to not embarrass him later.

—. Shawn Payne

similar to both Eli and Tory, he would forcibly grab a hold of your hand and drag you around though he would be very gentle. he does play around your thumb almost thumb wrestling with it for his time on top of your hand, and he would hold your hand so tight that it popped your knuckles. the sound of your knuckles were quiet but he did feel them underneath his palm, making him turn and ask you if you were alright.

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[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.

[m1guelsgf]

Hi I have request for axel. I was wondering what if axel and reader already has a pre-established relationship. The reader is sam sister which she was bitter that she took the spot for female captain for miyagi-do but leading up to the sekai Taikai it revealed that she was the new captain for the iron Dragons also can you make her and axel an unbeatable team. Thank you so so much i appreciate you

jealousy, jealousy

axel kovacevic x larusso!reader

this is such a fun concept, i hope u like it!! kind of rushed it bc i took too long on it and i wanted it finished but if this does well, i'll write a pt.2!

send more reqs! i love working on the ideas you guys have. my other axel req will be out probably after christmas (also working on my short film so i'm very busy lately) but i have an idea for a miguel fic and a kwon fic so lmk what u wanna see!! enjoy the fic!! also no sam hate pls thats my bbg.

being the eldest larusso daughter came with a lot of privilege and a lot of expectations. you and your father were close because you took after his love for martial arts. you had your mothers beauty and sense of humor. you were the envy of encino, riding around in a nice car while spending your daddy's money. you were spoiled, of course, but that didn't mean you hadn't earned everything that came your way. you lived up to the expectations your parents set for you, which is probably why your siblings so often threw your name around in vain. you were at the top of your class. you were a 2 time all valley champ just like your dad, until miguel and cobra kai came back to town. you had even competed internationally, winning silver and gold in different tournaments, which is where you met your boyfriend.

axel kovacevic.

the two of you met in italy, where you competed in the same tournament. your dad was oblivious to the relationship because your mom, amanda, was on the trip as well and the two of them can get distracted with each other. especially in a foreign country.

ever since then, you had a long distance relationship with axel. you spent hours on the phone, running up the bill with international calls until one day your mom asked you about it and you confessed. you were dating the croatian gold medal martial artist, and you maybe even loved him.

your dad freaked out, obviously, taking away your phone for days until finally giving in and letting you be with him (not that it would have stopped you anyways). you two were long distance for a year before both being informed of the opportunity to compete in the sekai tekai. it never bothered you that you were in different dojos, and axel never seemed to mind either. your relationship worked well but you often wished to be closer to him. which is why when the sekai tekai came around, you were giving it your all.

you dominated all the challenges and lessons you were put through and it all came down to the match against either your sister or tory for the captain spot. you were anxious to get it over with. they were skilled, but you knew you were better. you had been at it for longer, you had competed and won against tougher opponents. they didn't want this as bad as you. there was only one thing you really wanted at the end of the day and that was to be able to call axel and tell him you were going to be the captain of your team too.

after robby had won his match against miguel and secured his spot as captain, it was time for tory and sam to fight. the winner would fight you for the captain spot. sam had been on her game recently. she had been training hard and getting prepared for the match. tory, on the other hand, was nearly jumping out of her skin. her eyes were swollen and puffy like she had been crying and she was bouncing on her toes. electric energy sparked when they both got on the sparring deck.

it was intense. tory was fighting ferociously, in a way you hadn't seen since she switched sides. it was almost no surprise to you when your dad stopped the match. the surprise came in it being revealed that tory's mother had just died. both you and johnny rushed to tory's defense.

"well if sam doesn't want to fight her, i will." you weren't afraid of the challenge and you knew what it would mean to tory to be able to finish the fight. you didn't know the type of grief she was going through but you could tell that it wasn't going to be worked through by doing nothing.

"y/n, listen to dad." sam, ever the teacher's pet, shook her head. "it's not right."

"what's not right is us not listening to what she needs." you shot back. "we can hug and kiss later, right now she needs to let it all out."

"i understand sweetheart, but this isn't the right way." your dad shook his head at you.

"you don't understand! none of you understand! you just don't want me to beat your daughters." tory shouted at your dad and sam. "she would have wanted me to fight, i have to do this for her. just let us fight."

"tory..." robby approached her and she immediately softened.

"robby, no..." she tried to pull her hands away from his but he held onto her.

"we'll decide who's captain another way. i can't let this fight continue."

"you want this fight to be over. fine. it's over." tory stormed off.

"where are you going?" robby called out after her.

"i'm done!" she shouted before leaving.

"what was that?" your dad looked at you, disappointment all over his face. "we don't teach violence as a solution. that's not the miyagi do way."

you sighed, still angry that they wouldn't let tory finish the fight. "how are you going to decide on a captain, dad? if you're not gonna let us fight? are you just going to choose your favorite, because we all know it's going to be sam."

"y/n, that's not fair." daniel shook his head.

"what's not fair is you and sam not letting tory fight." you shook your head and walked off.

"where are you going?" sam called out after you.

"i'm done too. congratulations sam." you got in your car and drove home, sending tory a text that never got a response.

by the time your parents got home, you had finished showering off the day. you were sitting in your room, drying your hair when your dad knocked.

"hey, sweetie." he started.

"is this about the tournament?"

"yes." he was honest. "i think you're making a mistake by dropping out just because you're mad at me. i know tory is your friend and she's grieving right now but you have worked your whole life this. don't throw away your opportunity."

"are you going to give me a fair shot at captain?" you asked.

"it's not that simple. you're one of the best in the class. you're the only one who has fought on the level we are going to. this may be their only and last opportunity to go this far. we need to give them a chance to win."

you laughed bitterly. "so because i'm the best, you're keeping me on the sidelines for the biggest opportunity of my life. how does that make sense?"

"i'm not keeping you on the sidelines, i'm just giving the others a chance to prove themselves."

"well, now theres a spot open so someone else can prove themselves." you and your dad stared at each other for a moment before he left your room. he knew you shared his temper so he understood it would be a while before you forgave him.

"hey- are you crying?" axel's expression quickly changed. he had answered your facetime while on a break from practice.

"no... yeah..." you sighed. "i'm not competing in the sekai tekai."

"what happened?"

"my dad. he said i've already won tournaments, so i need to give others the chance to win." you rolled your eyes, still upset at your dad for not giving you and tory a fair shot at competition.

"that's stupid." he furrowed his brows. "they're going to lose without you."

"i know." you frowned. "and i told him that but he doesn't want to listen and i don't want to compete if i'm not captain."

it was silent for a moment before axel had a realization. "you should be our captain."

you laughed a little, not thinking he was serious until you looked at his face on the screen of your phone. "you don't mean it."

"i do. zara is training with a master in japan so we have the open spot. sensei wolf was just going to borrow from another dojo but i'll tell him about you."

your heart skipped a beat. were you really willing to switch teams and turn your back on not only your friends but your family as well? "i'm in. i can talk to him too if that will help."

"let me talk to him first."

"thank you axel." you smiled at him. "how's training?"

"intense."

"is your sensei being the worst again?" you asked, knowing what sensei wolf could be like based on what axel told you.

"yeah. our team has a new sponsor so we've been learning new techniques. sensei wolf doesn't want us to lose a single point." axel sighed out.

"well if anyone can handle it, it's you." you responded. "plus, i can't wait to say that my boyfriend won the sekai tekai."

"i can't wait to say that my girlfriend won the sekai tekai." axel flashed his million dollar smile at you. "i have to go but i'll call you tomorrow okay?"

"okay. bye axel."

"bye."

you set your phone down and looked in the mirror. you couldn't believe you were ready to betray your friends and family to compete in the world championship of karate. you could feel the guilt creeping up but you pushed it down with your anger, remembering that your dad and sister took away the one thing you cared about. they knew this was your life. they didn't care about trophies or medals but you did.

three days before the competition, your dad was still trying to talk to you. "i understand if you're still mad at me but don't be mad at sam. she needs your support. we all do." daniel spoke from across the kitchen table.

you bit your tongue, still bitter and upset at the both of them for the way things turned out. you needed them to think you weren't still upset. "i'm not mad. anymore, at least."

"so you'll coach us?" sam asked from her spot at the table.

"on one condition." you looked at your dad. "i want to go to barcelona a day early."

"what? why?"

"to see axel. he's competing. this is the first time i get to see him in months." you explained, hoping they would leave it at that.

the second you mentioned your boyfriends name, daniel stiffened up. "i don't know..."

"come on, dad. its not like anything can happen. we're just gonna get dinner together. he has to train all day anyways, i just want a normal date with my boyfriend before all the karate drama." you pleaded and daniel was never able to say no to you, especially when you gave him the puppy dog eyes that he used to use on his mom.

daniel looked between you and sam. you were looking at him expectantly and sam was nodding, encouraging him to give you what you wanted so they could have your support.

"i want you back in your hotel room no later than 11. you stay safe, keep your location on, text me every couple of hours." daniel spoke his list of conditions. "okay?"

"okay." you nodded.

"okay." sam repeated, smile on her face.

"i love you, honey." your dad kissed the side of your head. "the both of you. i'm gonna go make all the arrangements for you to leave tomorrow."

"thanks dad." you smiled at him and you were starting to feel bad for lying to them but you had committed to your decision already and that was final.

"do you... want to spar with me?" sam asked. "so we can work some of this stuff between us out. you're my sister and i hate us being mad at each other."

you took a deep breath. "i'm not mad at you. i have to start packing anyways. maybe later." you said, knowing later would never come.

when you got off the plane, your heart started racing when it finally hit you that you were seeing axel. you were getting to see your boyfriend after months of long distance. you were also joining his dojo. you had always envied sam a little bit for how perfect her social life was. all her friends trained at her dojo and her boyfriend was arguably the top fighter of the dojo. sam's friends automatically became your friends and you didn't mind because of how great they were, but you also felt like you weren't an individual. you were sam's sister and daniel's daughter and all you wanted to be was yourself. the female champion whose boyfriend is the male champion.

catching a glimpse of axel, your mind immediately went blank. you hadn't seen him in person since the tournament last year in new york where the both of you took gold, and now he was right in front of you. you both started walking to close the distance and once he was within arms length of you, he pulled you into a deep kiss.

axel had been waiting for this, just like you. it killed him that he didn't have you within close reach at all times and now he never wanted to let you go. he kissed you like it was his air. his frame completely shadowed yours as he pulled you closer to him.

"axel!"

the both of you turned in the direction of the voice, axel still holding you close to himself protectively. it was sensei wolf, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his face.

"you'll have time for that later." he spoke and waved you two to follow him through the crowd of people in the airport. axel snaked his arm around your waist and led the way as he followed his sensei.

the car ride was silent. you didn't know what to say or if saying nothing would be better so you stayed silent and held onto axel's hand.

"you're not going to be a distraction for my champion, are you?" sensei wolf asked once you were in one of the gym spaces of the hotel.

you shook your head no. "i came to win."

"and what makes you think that you can?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at you. "you may be a champion, but what makes you good enough to be my champion?" you didn't know what to say. of course you had dealt with sensei lawrence's constant questioning and pushing. he always refused to treat you any differently than your teammates just because you're a world champion and a larusso. this was different. it felt like sensei wolf was trying to humble you- no, humiliate you. "i'll tell you what, if you can land a point on me then i won't get in between you and axel. how 'bout that?" he offered, outstretching his hands like he was offering himself up.

you shook your head and turned around like you were about to walk away before doubling back with a hook kick that he narrowly dodged.

"there it is." sensei wolf laughed and took a fighting position. "come on." he beckoned you closer before performing a complex kick that you blocked and countered with your own. he grabbed onto your leg mid air and pushed it away, effectively dropping you to the mat. you grunted, feeling your anger start to rise. he was playing with you.

you stood back up and took your stance again. "hai!" you shouted and began attacking, using a combination of everything you learned from chozen and johnny to attack him tactically but aggressively. you threw multiple combinations of strikes, making wolf keep up his defense. his defense was as good as chozen's and you were struggling to break it.

"enough!" he was starting to get annoyed with how long the fight was going on for. before you could throw another punch, he kicked you. you blocked it with your forearms but he then dropped you to the floor with another kick to the face. "okay, i can admit that you're good."

"i'm not done." you blinked away the tears in your eyes from the forceful kick and quickly hopped back to your feet. you held your hands out in front of you and began performing a kata. it caught him off guard but he laughed you off.

"fine. have it your way." he threw a punch which you blocked with the drum technique. he threw another and another and another and then shouted in frustration when none of them landed. you noticed how you were managing to get him off his balance as his breathing was starting to become more erratic and rushed as he tried to break your defense. in a quick movement, you snaked your way around his body, arm wrapped around his torso, and took him to the floor with you. it was a struggle, as he had a tight grip on one of your arms but you managed to roll over him and strike him in the face.

"point." you panted, standing up and walking away as fast as you could. your heart was racing. you were actually doing this. it wasn't anything like you thought it'd be. you were honestly a little scared. "axel and i are going out tonight." you said when you reached the door, turning around to see sensei wolf staring at you with a curious gaze.

"i can't believe you actually got a point on sensei wolf." you and axel were sitting at a bar near the beach. it was a perfect night. you were under axel's arm, head resting on his shoulder.

"yeah, after he got like 3 on me." you muttered, swirling the mai tai around in its glass. you both had already had a pleasant dinner and now were sharing drinks.

"still. i'm sure he's impressed. i'm impressed." he kissed the side of your head. you only smiled and leaned closer into his side. you definitely were enjoying the normal evening you got to spend with your boyfriend. your love life had been intertwined with karate and while it still was, it was like you could forget all of that and you and axel could just be a couple with no other worries. "are you ready for tomorrow?"

"yes." you answered quickly. he looked down at you with a questioning look, already knowing your tendency to talk fast when you're nervous. "i mean, yeah. i'm ready to fight and i'm ready for the challenges that are coming..."

"but...?" axel asked, knowing you were holding something back.

"but i'm nervous to face everyone. you know, my family. i lied to them." you were feeling guilty, which was a big part of why you couldn't completely enjoy yourself with axel. you felt evil, letting them believe that you came to help them.

"they'll understand. eventually." axel took a sip of your shared drink.

"i hope so." you were already imagining the betrayal on everyone's faces when they finally saw you in the iron dragons gi. "i know sam is gonna be pissed. and my dad is gonna have that disappointed look on his face. and sensei lawrence is gonna-"

"hey. i know it's hard, but don't worry about them. it's you and me now." axel had a soft look in his eyes. "just us."

you nodded. "just us." a soft song started playing ans you immediately stood up and held your hand out. "wanna dance?"

"of course." he took it and the two of you walked onto the dance floor. in the middle of all the people, you still only had your focus on axel. it was just the two of you as you swayed to the music.

axels hands were resting on your hips and yours were on his arms. he twirled you around and pulled you close, to where your back was pressed against his chest. "i missed you." he whispered in your ear, pressing an open mouthed kiss against your cheek. your face turned red and you tilted your head to the side to allow him more access.

"i missed you too." you looked at him over your shoulder and he captured your lips in a kiss. it was full of want- the both of you wanting each other so bad for so long and finally being able to have each other. it felt like a dream. the warm, dim bar lights were making everything fuzzy around you and you could only feel the heat of axels palms through your clothes as he all but pried your mouth open with the kiss.

when he pulled away, the both of you had matching glossy lips and dazed expressions. you were both buzzed from the drinks you had and it was making you two all smiley and giggly as you fell into movement with the crowd.

the night ended in a long detour on the way back to the hotel as the both of you wanted to walk on the beach. you both made it back to your rooms with swollen lips, little love bites on your skin, and sand in your shoes.

morning training was no joke. axel had told you about sensei wolfs intense regimen but you didn't expect to have to participate. "if you wanna be an iron dragon, you have to train like an iron dragon." he had told you before the 3 mile run in the morning. you held your tounge when you really wanted to tell him that you didn't want to be an iron dragon at all. you had also heard from axel that his temper was quick and you didn't want to be on the receiving end of that.

'hey sweetheart, we just landed. be at the hotel soon.'

your dad texted you and you typed out a white lie.

'okay, me and axel are getting lunch. will see you in the arena tonight.'

'be safe. tell axel i said hi. love you."

'okay dad, love u 2'

you turned to axel. you were at the end of your training session and it was almost time to head into the arena. "my dad said hi." axel smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. he had only ever met your dad in passing. your dad found out you were dating axel after the last time you had seen him in person. you didn't mind it, considering your dad always got involved in all your relationships. it was nice to know axel recognized you as an individual and not the daughter of daniel larusso. it dawned on you that sensei wolf probably had no idea who you were or anything about miyagi do karate and that made it a little sweeter.

"are you ready?" he stood up and held his hand out to you. you took it and let him pull you up.

"yes." you nodded after taking a deep breath. "are you ready?"

"i can do anything with you by my side." he leaned down and kissed you softly. "let's go."

inside the arena, you felt a strange mix of confidence and anxiety. you were prepared for this tournament. you had earned your right to be there and you were ready to fight until you were the last one standing. you couldn't help feeling anxious over having to see the miyagi do's. it was sinking in that you weren't wearing a bonsai on your back and fighting on the same team as your sister.

then you saw them. they were taking their place at the edge of the mat. miguel was the first to notice you. he didn't look away from your eyes as he tugged on the sleeve of sam's gi to get her attention. he nodded in your direction and it was almost like she was looking through you, the way she didn't immediately spot you. eventually she did though, and her face fell.

it was a chain reaction, miguel told sam, sam told robby, robby told his dad, his dad told your dad, and then your dad was finally looking at you with betrayal and disappointment all over his face.

you could only stand there, one piece of your heart on the other side of the mat. at least you knew axel was on your side, with the other half of your heart.

[shelbgrey]

Heyyy can i get a smutty fic with older Johnny Lawrence 😩 it is so hard to find good fics of him and i love the ones you wrote. I’d like something with an age gap (as in reader being much younger but legal ofc) but anything you’re okay with! Please and thank you 💕💕

The great outdoors(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso!Reader

Summary: Miyagi-do and eagle fang go out for a weekend of camping and luckily for Johnny, Daniel's baby sister tags along to help. The two have been dancing around each other for months, ignoring their feelings - or Johnny has. But what will happen when Chozen forgets to bring the extra tent and y/n and Johnny end up sharing.

Warrings: SMUT, one bed trope but with a tent, oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, rushed ending, age gap(10 years are mentioned), slight orgasm denial, language, not edited, not my best work - sorry pookies.

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Daniel had this idea to take the members of Miyagi-do or eagle fang, whatever they decide to be that week out camping. Y/n always help both Johnny and Daniel out rather it be with classes or tournaments. She went even though she hated camping with a passion, she kept telling herself it was to help Daniel out, but part of her was aching to spend the weekend with Johnny. Then to make matters worse, Chozen forgot to get the extra tent from Daniel's garage. The tent y/n was supposed to sleep in.

“I'm sorry, y/n-San. I had forgotten you'd be joining us this weekend” Chosen said sheepishly.

“It's alright,” y/n tried to reassure Chozen, the both of them had become pretty good friends over the last few months, but she was pretty frustrated and she had become comfortable enough to put him in his place without anyone getting butt hurt. “But where the hell am I sleeping this weekend?”

“It's alright, you can share a tent with Amanda and I'll bunk with Chozen” Daniel said, trying to defuse the situation. Part of him was glad both Amanda and Johnny were too occupied helping the others set up or else he'd have their two cents too.

“no, share a tent with your wife,” y/n told her brother then looked over at chozen. “but I ain't sharing a tent with him, he snores”

“I don't not snore!” Chozen scoffed.

“dude, I could hear you all the way in my room when you were staying with us” y/n shot back.

“then I guess you're sharing with Johnny-San, so ha!” Chosen said in a way a child tried to win an argument.

“Wait what?” y/n paused, not realizing she was already turning red. Daniel missed his little sister's genuine reaction.

Then Johnny looked up from the tent he was helping Robbie set up. “Who am I sharing what with?” he asked, making Robbie snicker.

Daniel sighed, shaking his head. “the three of you can just figure it out,” he walked off to help Amanda and the girls, as he did he passed Johnny. “if she's staying in your tent, keep your hands to yourself”

Johnny rolled his eyes. This was his worst nightmare. Or was it? He really liked y/n and this would be torture, or it could be amazing. Daniel's scolding stayed on repeat in his head, making himself promise to behave.

“Seriously, you don't have to” y/n said to Johnny, trying to hide the inner excitement and nervousness she felt at the thought of being in that little tent with him.

“What are you gonna do? Find a cave to sleep in?” Johnny raised an eyebrow. “you can stay with me, it's only for two nights”

“Thanks Johnny” she smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, don't mention it” he smirked, leading her over to his tent with her stuff in tow.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, trying to hide whatever she was feeling with sarcasm. It's not the first time the two of them teased and gave each other crap. “pretty small, how do you expect the both of us to fit”

“Well, excuse me, princess. I wasn't expecting company” he said, unzipping it and grabbing her backpack to toss it in with his.

Later that night the kids - well, can't really say that now, so the members of Miyagi-do went stargazing or something, I wasn’t paying attention and all I knew was Daniel and Chozen left with them. Some hours earlier, Demetri had gotten sick and Amanda left to take him home. I think she was thankful that she had a reason to leave. So that just left me and Johnny at the campsite.

Johnny had left to get some wood for the fire and y/n sat next to it, poking at it and trying to stay warm. Johnny came back moments later, setting down the fire wood before sitting down on the fallen tree next to her, but not too close. The fire was giving her a beautiful glow and only made her more attractive. Johnny cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

“Cold?” he asked, shrugging off his flannel and wrapped it around her shoulders before she could actually answer.

Y/n tried not to blush, putting her arms through the holes and wrapped the soft, thick material close to her body. It was warm and smelt like him, best of both worlds. “thanks” she smiled softly, hiding how much the tiny jester affected her.

Johnny couldn’t help but look y/n up and down in his flannel, it was big on her, but it looked cute. He had only imagined how she would look in one of his t-shirts. Johnny shook his head and looked at the fire, getting flustered and trying to distract himself.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.” He mumbled, awkwardly running a hand through his hair.

Johnny looked back at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked great under the fire’s light, it made her eyes look brighter, the shadows were highlighting her curves. Johnny quickly looked away from her, before his mind could wonder any farther. Johnny was fighting himself internally, trying to stay focused.

“So, umm” she said softly, breaking the silence. They were always so comfortable with each other and ever since the knowledge of them sharing a tent this weekend hung over their heads it's been kinda shy around them. “You wanna roast some marshmallows or something?”

He immediately nodded, glad for the distraction. Anything to keep his mind off how attractive she looked in his flannel. “Hell yeah” He reached for the bag of marshmallows, trying to keep his hands steady.

Johnny could literally feel the heat radiating off her as she sat close to him. He could feel her arm brush against his as they held their marshmallows in the open flame. couldn’t get enough. He wanted to reach out and just touch her, hold her, but he was fighting the urge the best he could. His arm would brush against hers and he’d feel electricity run through his body. As Johnny tried to distract himself he watched her roast the marshmallow, noticing how she bit her lip in concentration, a small habit he found adorable.

“You're gonna end up burning yours” y/n said, pulling hers away. It was golden brown, perfect.

Johnny failed to notice his marshmallow turning black. He pulled his burned treat from the fire, cursing at the sight of it but then chuckled. “Damn” he mumbled, flicking the peace of coal off the stick.

Y/n let out a soft laugh. Johnny glanced up and watched her lips wrap around the marshmallow, biting into the gooie, roasted treat. Her eyes met his blue ones as she swallowed, not realizing there was a small string of marshmallow on the corner of her lips. “something on your mind?”

He then noticed the small string of marshmallow on the corner of her lips. He almost groaned at how hot that was. He willed himself not to lean over and lick it off. He was fighting the urges hard again.

“What?” she asked softly, raising an eyebrow.

Johnny was just staring at her, the way she bit her lip, even the way she swallowed was driving him crazy. Then he noticed the marshmallow on the corner of her lips again and without a second thought his thumb was swiping it off. Johnny’s thumb was now right on her bottom lip, his hand still cupping her face. Y/n’s eyes shot up, staring into his blue eyes. Her cheeks heated up from the feeling of his rough, warm palm against her face.

Johnny didn’t even realize he did it, it was completely on reflex, but now he was stuck. He tried to take his hand back, as he realized the situation but he couldn’t move. She was so close. The fire danced in her eyes, she was so beautiful. Johnny’s thumb moved back and forth on her lip almost subconsciously.

The silence was deafening. The only sound was the crackling of the fire and you could cut the tension with a knife. Johnny’s eyes traced down to her lips, and he had to fight every urge not to lean forward and capture them in a kiss. But their age difference was the only thing keeping him back.

It was only ten, ten useless years. Johnny was pushing late 40s and y/n was in her 30s, past grown adults. So, instead of admitting his feelings he just went for a playful banter and he tried to convince himself he wouldn't go after her in respect for Daniel. Even though that's total bullshit.

“Johnny” she said just below a whisper as she went too close in the gap, but he pulled away.

“y/n, we can't” Johnny trailed off. He didn’t want to upset her or hurt her, he wanted to tell her how bad he wanted this, wanted her, but he needed to stay strong and keep the distance between them, even if it killed him.

“But we can” she said softly, inching closer again.

Johnny’s resolve was weakening. Her soft words and gaze was making his willpower waiver. He could only hold on to his argument for a few moments longer. “I’m just so much older than you” Johnny felt like he was grasping at straws with that excuse.

“ten years,” y/n couldn't help but let out a chuckle, it was ridiculous. We were adults. “Is that really the issue here?”

Johnny’s excuse crumbled when y/n laughed at it and he knew he was in deep. His argument was terrible, he could only use one more argument against this, the only one he still was holding on to. “I still have enough common sense not to flirt with LaRusso's sister”

“Ooo, what's Danny gonna do?” she rolled her eyes, she knew what he'd do.

“Beat my ass, that’s what. Daniel’s still got a hell of a kick.”

Y/n stared up at him, moving closer. “since when did he make you such a, In your own words a 'pussy'?”

He was right up to her now looking down to keep eye contact to avoid being obvious. “You know how Daniel is, if he found out the way I want you he’d throw me through a wall.”

“And how do you want me?” y/n whispered, lust and love clouding her eyes.

Johnny’s mind flashed through all the different ways he wanted her but he didn’t let it show on his face, he was too stubborn. “Stop asking stupid questions you already know the answer to” He grunted out, trying to ignore the shiver that ran through his body.

“Okay, then stop saying stupid things and do what you want like usual”

That was the plan. Johnny no longer tried to hide it and let his inner voice take over. He moved his head to the back of her neck and began pulling her closer, closing the space. His eyes were still on hers, giving her a way out, but the way she looked at him was telling him what he wanted to hear. Johnny’s face was only an inch away from hers as he spoke softly. “Are you sure?”

Y/n grabbed his shirt, pulling him against her and smashed her lips against his, gripping his black thermal in her fists tightly. Johnny wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer as she kissed him back roughly, all the bottled up desire finally exploded. They both knew the line they were crossing should be handled with care, just like how you'd handle a firework. It's badass if you're smart and you light it with caution, but if you're stupid it will blow up in your face.

Johnny's hands roaming down to her lower back as he deepened the kiss. He broke away only to breathe and look into her eyes, making sure they were still on the same page. Y/n pressed her lips back against his, moaning softly and climbed into his lap without breaking the kiss.

Johnny groaned at the feeling, his hands instinctively gripping her hips. The kiss intensified, tongues tangling as he lost himself in the moment. Years of pent-up desire unleashed, he tilted his head, kissing her deeper, more urgently. Y/n cupped his jaw, moaning as their tongues tangled together. She pressed her chest against his and Johnny lost balance on the fallen tree he was sitting on at the campsite.

Johnny stumbled backwards, taking her down with him. He landed with a grunt, hitting the forest ground first before she landed on top of him, both of them laughing breathlessly as they laid there in a tangle of limbs, trying to regain their balance. Y/n shifted, sitting back a bit to look at him. He was laying on the soft pine needles and dead leaves covering the forest floor and his legs were still draped over the log he was once sitting on. “you alright?”

Johnny had to take a moment to find his words. His eyes traveled down her body, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, in one of his flannels and it was the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. Without hesitation he grabbed her face, pulling her fully on top of him, kissing her fiercely. Y/n let out a soft moan against his lips, cupping his jaw as their lips moved against each other in a rushed pace.

Johnny’s hands were all over her. One was on her face, holding her in place and the other was on the small of her back, keeping her as close as possible. His body was reacting to everything she was doing, every small sound she made was enough to make his pants feel a little tighter. His hand on her back slowly dipped down, grabbing a handful of her ass, his hand squeezing and gripping her in a possessive hold.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss, their noses brushing against each other as she let out a small moan and rutted against him, making his hips bucked up to meet hers. His strong arms wrapped around her to pull her flush against him. He nuzzled his nose against hers, his breathing growing heavier as he whispered, “Dammit, you gotta stop moving”

“or what?” she teased softly.

Johnny growled, his eyes flashing open, he murmured huskily. “Or I might just pin you to this fucking ground and show you exactly what happens when you tease me like this”

“Nope, I rather not wake up with splinters on my ass and thighs”

Johnny chuckled darkly, his hands moving to her hips to stop her from moving. He squeezed them possessively, his thumbs brushing the crease of her inner thighs. “Then get your ass in the tent” His voice was hoarse, his face flushed, his pupils dilated.

Y/n scrambled to her feet and he grabbed her hand, walking quickly towards the tent they were sharing for the weekend. Johnny was still holding her hand as he unzipped the tent door, and guided her inside. The space was a little small, considering it was only made for two people, but they could make it work.

Y/n pecked him on the lips then layed back on the air mattress that was in the middle of the tent, it was barely big enough to hold two people. He watched her body stretch out on the small air mattress. He took off his thermal slowly, throwing it on the side. He was left with his jeans, his chest visible. He saw her watching him, her cheeks were pink. He smirked slightly.

Y/n sat up, smirking. God, he was perfect. The way his arms flexed when his hands gripped her waist and how his frame easily towered over hers. Y/n's hands traveled down his chest to his stomach. He was the perfect mixture of muscles and fluff. She brushed her fingers down his torso to his jeans as her core throbbed for him, soaking her panties. She grabbed the front of his jeans, guiding him down towards her.

He didn't need an invitation. Johnny fell down on top of her, his large frame pinning her down to the air mattress. He caught himself on his elbows, looking down at her with hooded eyes. His lips parted, breathing heavily. “Fuck, y/n. You're playing with fire here”

“Good thing I don't mind being a pyromaniac” she said softly, carding her fingers through his hair.

His hips jerked down against hers at her words. He let out a low growl, his hands moving to either side of her head. He nipped her jaw softly, his body slowly moving down hers. His lips found her collarbone, placing open mouthed kisses there making her moan softly as her head fell back in pleasure.

His eyes darkened as he saw her neck arch back. He took the chance to suck on her neck softly, his teeth nipping lightly. His hands traveled down her sides slowly. He was careful with her, his touch feather soft. He unbuttoned the flannel he gave her slowly, his thumbs brushing her stomach softly.

Y/n shivered softly when the chill breeze hit her skin. “you know how cold it is?” she said softly, of all the nights Daniel picked to go camping it happened to be freezing.

He chuckled softly against her skin, his hands moving to warm her waist. “I'll keep you warm, baby” His voice was a husky whisper as he trailed kisses down her exposed stomach. Y/n shuddered, carding her fingers through his blond locks.

His smirk deepened as he unbuttoned her pants slowly, his thumbs hooking in her panties too. He pulled them down her legs slowly. He threw them somewhere in the tent then spread her legs slightly, his eyes watching her body carefully.

“J-Johnny” She shuttered in anticipation.

He hummed against her stomach, his eyes flashing up to meet her for a moment before he moved lower. “Shh, just relax,” His voice was thick with desire as he settled between her legs, pressing a feather-light kiss to her inner thigh, making her moan. “Fuck, you're perfect”

He smiled against her skin, placing one more kiss before slowly trailing his tongue up her thigh. His hands gripped her legs firmly, keeping them open for him. His breath was hot against her core. He looked up at her one more time before pressing a soft, purposeful kiss right above her sensitive spot, making her gasp.

He growled softly as she arched her hips and tugged at his hair, his tongue finally flicking against her core. His hands moved to grip her hips firmly, holding her down. “Fuck,” he muttered against her, then started slow, deliberate licks. “Stop trying to rush me” His voice was strained with desire.

Y/n whimpered. “J-Johnny”

He slowly slid one arm under her leg, lifting it over his shoulder. This new position allowed him to bury his face in her core, his fingers parting her folds as his tongue flicked against her clit. “Shit” He murmured against her, his free hand sliding up her body to pinch her hard peaks.

“Fuck, stop teasing” y/n moaned softly and breathlessly, tugging at his hair and pulling him closer.

He groaned against her, the vibration sending shivers through her body. He intensified his efforts, making her gasp as he sucked and licked her clit with more fervor. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as he devoured her. "Someone's eager”

He curled two fingers inside her suddenly, finding that spot that made her head fall back against the pillow in pleasure. He hooked them upwards, hitting her g-spot over and over as he sucked on her sensitive bud. He could feel her tensing up, trying to pull his hair to get him closer.

“I'm so close” y/n said softly and desperately.

He felt her body trembling, his fingers curling deeper inside her. He could feel her release building, ready to break. He looked up at her through his lashes, his eyes filled with mischief as he slowed down his movements, denying her the release she so desperately needed.

“D-dammit, Johnny” y/n shuddered softly.

He chuckled softly at her frustration, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he slowly withdrew his fingers, making sure to brush against her g-spot teasingly one last time. Y/n moaned desperately, holding on to his shoulders as he kissed up her stomach.

He trailed kisses up her body slowly, taking his time to explore her soft skin. He bit softly at her neck, sucking lightly to leave a mark. He grinned against her neck as he felt her body shudder with pleasure. “Shh” He whispered against her ear before kissing her jaw.

Y/n moaned softly, hooking one of her legs over his waist and pressing his hips against his. She moaned, grinding desperately over his erection. The roughness of his jeans gave some sweet relief, but it wasn't enough. He groaned loudly, his rigid length throbbing with need. He gripped her thigh tightly, pressing harder against her as he matched her movements. His other hand tangled in her hair, tugging slightly as he crushed his lips to hers in a heated kiss.

Y/n pulled away, catching her breath. “I need you”

He growled possessively, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand. He kicked them off along with his boxers, revealing his toned hips and powerful thighs. He wrapped her leg around his waist more securely, pulling her closer. “You sure?”

“You know I am”

“Fuck” He muttered against her lips, aligning himself at your entrance. He pushed inside slowly, making her head fall back as she cried out his name as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Johnny!” she cried out, gripping his shoulders. Johnny slid the rest of the way in, inch by inch, his blue eyes studying her face for any signs of discomfort. “Goddamn,” He cursed softly, completely sheathed inside her. “How the fuck are you this tight?”

He buried his face in her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin as he held himself still, trying to regain control. He felt her nails dig into his back, her hips lifting to take him deeper. He growled, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, filling her completely.

Y/n moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips. He groaned deeply, his hips moving faster and harder against her. He could feel her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. “Fuck”

“Oh, shit,” y/n gasped. “right there”

He smirked against her neck, feeling her body quiver with pleasure under his touch. He maintained that perfect angle, his thick cock stroking her most sensitive spots with every sharp thrust. “That's it, baby” He groaned, his voice gravelly with lust.

“Johnny, I'm gonna cum” she gasped, raking her nails down his back.

Feeling her walls tightening around him and hearing your desperate moan, Johnny lost the last shred of his control. He pumped into her harder and faster, each thrust precise and designed to push her over the edge. “Cum for me, fuck” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Johnny!” Y/n finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became white and blurred, her legs tightened around Johnny's waist as her eyes rolled back for the immense pleasure while she buried her face into his neck. Johnny didn't stop his thrusts while her orgasm washed over her. She couldn't stop the moans and pants that were coming out from her mouth.

That pushed him over the edge. He buried his face against her shoulder, muffling his loud groan as he found his release deep inside her. He stayed like that, holding her in his arms and trying to catch his breath. “Damn it”

“fuck” she whispered, holding on to him like her life depended on it, like he was only thing keeping her on earth. Her head was tilted back as she caught her breath, her legs losing their grip around his hips

He slowly lifted his head, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. He gently kissed her lips, still trying to catch his breath. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah” y/n whispered back, smiling.

He gently slid out of her, making both of them gasp at the sensitivity. He carefully settled beside her, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her flushed face. His hand traced lazy patterns on her stomach. “Those fucking noises you make” He shook his head, smirking.

“Oh yeah?” she asked softly, smirking. “You're into that?”

“Hell yes,” He laughed softly, his fingers finding her side. “You moan like it's the best damn thing you've ever felt. It's hot as shit” He grinned.

“Well, it kinda was,” y/n grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “the best thing I've ever felt” she admitted softly.

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that resonated through his chest pressed against hers. His eyes softened as he gazed down at her, one hand coming up to gently caress her cheek. “Flatterer” he teased softly, his thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It was soft and tender, a stark contrast to the rough, passionate kisses they had shared earlier. He nuzzled his nose against hers, his eyes fluttering closed. “I fucking love you,” he murmured against her mouth.

Y/n pulled away, her eyes shut up to his and she swore her heart skipped a literal beat. “you do?” she asked softly with hope in her eyes.

Johnny's eyes snapped open, meeting her gaze. He saw the genuine question in her eyes. He realized that she might not know how serious he was. He captured her lips softly before answering. “Yes, smartass. I do,” His thumb grazed her jawbone.

“Like, a lot”

“I love you too” y/n said softly.

His face broke into a genuine smile - the kind that lit up his entire face - and he pressed his forehead against hers. “Thank fuck,” he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of relief and pure emotion. “Because I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to you”

“Me too”

Johnny kissed her forehead. “get some sleep, who knows what Daniel is gonna make us do in the morning” He said, making y/n chuckle. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was lying on his chest. His fingers gently combed through her hair as they fell asleep to the sound of the great outdoors and their hearts beating as one.

[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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[sensei-venus]

Newish idea about uni!reader 🤭😈

She cokes with Sam to visit over the holidays and the whole time she's there, she can't shut up about babies. She's going to school to work with children but she works ar a daycare part time for the students on campus who have kids. She loves it and can't help saying she wants a cute little baby. She gushes about it. Sam is giggling with her because Reader hasn't shut up about how cute the babies at the daycare are. It's just a bout of baby fever in Sam's eyes.

However, all the talk about babies gets Daniel going. He can't deny that he finds the chubby college student kind of cute, with all her curves and those pretty cheeks of hers. Amanda sees it too. She sees the way Reader effects her husband and she teases him about it. She catches him staring at Reader's ass as she walks out of the room and she whispers in his ear about how much he must want to squeeze it. When they have sex, she brings up Reader and how much she must want to be bred with how much she's talking about wanting a lil baby of her own. Daniel went a little wild thay night.

So Amanda plans a little outing with Sam and Anthony, something to get them out of the house for a few hours so Daniel and Reader are alone. They're talking about this and that and Daniel is getting a little closer each time. Reader becomes smitten when he starts flirting, after all Mr. LaRusso is quite hot though she'd never say that out loud. But then she remembers he's married.

"But what about your wife?"

Daniel just smirks. "Oh hon, she's the one that put this all together for us... she can't wait to see you all round and plump with my baby."

Next thing she knows, they're fucking in his bed. Her legs are thrown over his shoulders as he plows into her fat pussy and she's allowed to be as loud as she wants. She's clawing at his bed sheets and making a total mess. At some point she admits she's in the middle of her cycle and its the perfect time to get her pregnant, which just makes Daniel fuck her harder. They lose count of how many times they come, but Daniel always makes sure Reader has what she needs - water, snacks, a little break - before they go at it again. He fucks her everywhere, his bed, her guest bed, the window, over the stairwell banister, the shower. He makes sure to fill her to the utter brims.

When Amanda comes home with their kids, everything is as they left it. Reader is helping Daniel prepare dinner in the kitchen, learning knife techniques from him as the rest of his family come into the room. Sam is none the wiser that her friend is standing there with a pretty little plus stuffed in her full little pussy, starting a conversation about how she hopes Reader wasn't bored to death while they were gone.

When Sam and Anthony take leave upstairs, Amanda comes up behind Reader and wraps her arms around Reader's waist, kissing just under her ear before whispering "Don't think we're done with you just yet." (Girlcock!Amanda pressing her bulge against Reader's fat ass as she says this) (I couldn't decide if this was including girlcock!Amanda or not. So up to you ig)

Reader just shudders and bits her lip as she's told to ce to their room that night after everyone has gone to sleep. It makes her a little giddy, certainly excited.

- gemini sensei

@gemini-sensei, Actually us right now-

(Will never regret converting Gemini to the dark side....better known as Poly! Daniel & Amanda😈✨💕)

[6rookie-writer0110]

I thought the night was done

Sam LaRusso x Male Reader

Request: Cobra Kai, dont know if you have seen the show. male reader x Sam LaRusso.

Y/n is Tori’s ex, during the episode where Sam and Tori is at s childrens party where tori is a mermaid.

•sam sits by the pool just thinking back to when Sam and y/n had a huge fight because Sam admittet to only being with him to hurt Tori’s feelings…

Amanda thought it would be fun to take her daughter Sam to a children’s arcade. But Sam doesn't like the idea, because she thinks it's embarrassing.

“Mom I can't believe you convinced me to come here” Sam sighed

“You used to like this place with your brother. Just have fun and forget everything else” Amanda said

“Fine,” Sam said

Amanda went to get the tokens then Sam and Tory noticed each other. Tory isn't happy that Sam is at her work but Sam is in shock and she can't believe it. Sam watches Tory work and she has on a mermaid outfit. Now, Tory starts to tell a story while Sam sits next to the little kids to hear the story. While, Tory is telling the story, Sam would interrupt and Tory is starting to feel annoyed and angry at Sam.

After that, Sam got up and she was walking towards her mom. Tory convinced the kids to throw glitter at Sam with a story. Tory convinced them that Sam is a witch blending in with normal people. The kids start to run towards Sam and she turned around. Suddenly, she feels the glitter hit her then she sees Tory smiling at her.

“Sam?” You said

She turns around and Tory can't believe you are at the arcade.

“Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” Sam asked

“I should be asking what happened to you? Is it a new trend girls wearing glitter?” You teased

You start to wipe the glitter off her shoulders, then she wiped the glitter off her face.

“Something like that but thanks,” Sam said

“I’m here to check on my niece, she loves this place. i see you around, Sam” You said

You walked away and Sam’s smile went away. Between you and Sam it's complicated and she feels bad for what she did. Sam watches you talk to Tory then your niece hugs you from the side.

“What’s wrong?” Amanda asked

“I think he hates me,” Sam said sadly

Amanda put her arms around her daughter's shoulders and they walked away.

“He doesn't hate you. Why would you think that?” Amanda said

“I really like him a lot. I wasn't an idiot, I used him to hurt Tory’s feelings because she used to date him and I just wanted revenge. When I got to know him, I actually started to like him, and he made me feel special but I ruined it” Sam said

“Oh, Sam you shouldn't have done that” Amanda said

“I know, mom. What should I do?” Sam said

“If you want to make it right with him. Apologize first then tell him how you feel, that's the only thing you can do” Amanda said

“Thanks, mom” Sam said

You are still talking to Tory and she wishes things were different.

“I didn't know you were going to be here,” Tory said

“My niece wanted to be with her friends here and play games, plus she loves mermaids,” You said

“Y/N, I-”

“Tory, I don't want to talk about it. You made it clear you want Miguel not me” You said

While dating Tory, she had feelings for you and Miguel at the same time. She started to spend more time with Miguel and you didn't like that and you forbid her to be friends with him, but she is stubborn and she didn't like you telling her what to do. The relationship got messy then the breakup got messy. While single, you started to spend time with Sam, and Tory didn't like that. But Sam knew and she wanted to use you to hurt Tory, but Sam started to get strong feelings towards you but you broke up with her when you found out what she was doing.

Tory still lhas feelings for you and wants you back. You told Sam and Tory to leave you alone because you didn't want them to keep lying to you.

“I’m hungry, Y/N” your niece said

“Okay, we will leave now and get food. Bye, Tory” You said

“Wait. Maybe we could hang out?” Tory said

“I will think about it,” You said

Tory nods and she was hoping you would say yes. She watched you leave with your niece and she sighed heavily. Your niece starts to tell you what she did for fun and Tory told the story about a witch.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✯

Sam is sitting by the pool with her legs in the water. She starts to think back to when she got into an argument with her ex-boyfriend. She blames herself for what she did and she missed the good times she had with him.

You were walking towards the pool and you saw Sam. You noticed that she is sad, you go up to her and sit next to her.

“Sam?, are you okay?” You asked

“Not really,” Sam said

“What’s wrong?” You asked

“Just this amazing guy I let slip through my fingers because of pettiness,” Sam said

“Tell me about him” You said

“he is so sweet, so hot and so amazing in bed,” Sam said

“I think he still has feelings for you too,” You said

“You think miguel still likes me too?” Sam asked

“Wh-wh-what, I thought… oh haha” You laughed

She did smile then she frowned.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I regret what I did when I hurt you, I wish I could take it back. When I got to know you, my feelings for you got stronger. I hope you don't hate me” Sam said

“I don't hate you, Sam I mean it. I didn't like what you did but I know how you can make it up to me” You smirked

“How?” Sam asked

“Well there is a bathroom right there, I Can think of a few ways to say sorry” You smirked again

“Let’s go” Sam smiled

You and Sam get up and head to the bathroom. Tory is feeling sad and hurt, because she thought you would talk to her but she saw you with Sam. Tory grabbed her stuff and she went home sad. She wishes was with you right now and not Sam.

You and Sam are in the bathroom kissing each other. Sam is smiling and you have your hands on her ass and you squeezed it hard and let out a small moan. You start to kiss her neck but the moment got ruined because you and Sam hear too many people walking into the bathroom.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✯

It’s valentines day and Sam can't wait to see you. Sam finished decorating the pool house with LED lights, she put the gift by the couch and two cupcakes on the table. She can't stop smiling, before she can check her phone you walk in.

“Wow,” You said

“You are here” Sam smiled

She went up to you and put her arms around your shoulders. Automatically you put your arms around her waist, before you can say a word she starts to kiss you. Her lipgloss got on your lips and you don't let go of her.

“I wanted to surprise you” Sam smiled

“I like it” You smiled

You start to kiss her again. After the kiss, she gave you her gift and you start to unwrap it then you kissed her on the cheek. Then you take out a jewrly box and give it to her and she opens it and she gasps.

“Oh, Y/N I love it” Sam smiled big

You put the bracelet on her wrist then she kissed on the lips. You and Sam sit on the couch and staff to eat the cupcakes. Then you and Dam cuddled on the couch and just started to talk, her head is on your chest and you play with her hair.

[captivatingckcreations]

— to the wall…

˖°📷 summary ;; them pinning you to the wall ˖° cobra kai characters x you/non-binary reader + plus johnny friends: bobby, dutch, jimmy, tommy ˖° cute, fluff, fun, mostly sfw / a bit of nsfw

—. Carmen Diaz

you would not be the one pinned to the wall when it comes to Carmen, more likely because she's the one who likes the dominance in the relationship, but she does allow you to try. she does it primarily as a teasing gag, or if she's confronting you about something. [different than how Amanda does it]

—. Miguel Diaz

he would learn how to pin you properly, catching your guard off at the swiftness he does it. he almost cradles you down as he pins you, he examines every crevice of your face like he's studying for something important. he says he likes to do it to see if you would reveal any secrets you're hiding from him, if there are any...

—. Robby Keene

would tug you by your hair first before bring you to the wall as he pins you, you catch him smiling as you looks at every detail of your face. he teases you when you shown you were frightened by his sudden grab of your hair, he does apologize for it then asks you if you have anything to say while he's all in your face. you tell him to "fuck off" with a polite tongue as the two of you are sharing smiles to one another.

—. Amanda LaRusso

she actually finds humor in the fact that you are pinning her, she gets very excited about it exactly and encourages you to do it more often, maybe when you are angry? You get your guard thrown off by how she is not scared or threatened when you are pinning her down, you watch her carefully to find that she finds great amusement in it, almost as if she was liking it too much?..

—. Anthony LaRusso

he would definitely try to pin you against the wall but would ultimately fail as you slipped right on out from his grasps, so the you are the one pinning him to the wall. he is very flustered and surprised that you managed to slip out and asked how you did it, but you never revealed how.

—. Daniel LaRusso

would use you as a demonstration so he would be pinning you down on the ground, during the hours for practice at Miyagi-Do, primarily teaching the other students how they would pin down an opponent on a different team. he makes a comment at how well you were positioned underneath him, which ended up making you flustered for the rest of the evening (you could hardly look at him the same, though you knew it wasn’t his intent to be suggestive with his language).

—. Samantha LaRusso

wouldn’t necessarily pin you down the ground or wall, but would if given the chance to. she has decided when the moment is right to strike with you, and your guard is thrown off every time as you do not hear her behind or in front of you at all. she would use it in a way to hold you still or get you to look at her while she’s talking to you.

—. Johnny Lawrence

similarly to Sam, you never know when he’s going to do it as you don’t hear him. he’s pretty stealthy on his feet, as he scoops you up from the ground to pin you against the wall. both his hands are hoisting you which you call out in teasing voice, thinking he can’t possibly lift you with an arm but he proves you wrong but hoisting you up further with an arm. so you stand corrected, but you question why he’s holding you up if he can already meet your eyes? *his friends are at the end of the post*

—. Eli Moskowitz

would pin you out of frustration primarily, or even to give you a little kiss to your mouth without you trying to run away. he would get slightly offended if you laughed at the way he’s holding you when in the pin, but he’ll miss you to shut you up again. you wonder if he’ll hold you when he’s not angry...

—. Tory Nichols

would be another person who rather pin you to the ground than the wall, well at least the ground is comforted by mats from the dojo. she was working on a technique with you, she works real quick so you got to watch out for any flying legs she might have. also, she loves to see you struggle to get out of her grip and isn’t shy from teasing you either. you take note of her smile is when you’re flustered.

—. Kenny Payne

would try to show you something cool like some move he had learned from Silver but you’re not exactly paying attention to what he’s telling you, so he pins you to the wall demanding your attention. you aren’t easily flustered by him doing this, you two just stare into one another. he realizes what he was doing and immediately gets flustered about it (and you definitely tease him about how rosy his face is).

—. Shawn Payne

spent most of his time pinning people in juvie so it was rather easy for him to do it to you, no explanation or warning just a straight pin to the wall. you try getting him off of you, he just laughs as you are underneath him trying to run free. he pats your head as you are left defeated and unfree from his hold. the two of you just stare at one another, only breathing and sighing in the other’s presence.

• Johnny's friends: Bobby, Dutch, Jimmy, and Tommy ↓

—. Bobby Brown

is actually rather gentle when it comes to pinning to the wall, it’s not like he’s forcing up there, it’s more like he just wants a free and dramatic way to look at your face. he would tease at your surprised reaction, giving the fact he is a pastor of a church. "not very professional of you, father," is what you muster, teasing him back because you can. he crooks a smile at that, he likes that you acknowledged what he is.

—. Dutch

often teases a little when it comes to things like these, he says he wouldn’t do it to you when you weren’t ready… then he does! jumps from behind and holds you against the wall, you rub your elbow from hitting it. you slap him on the arm telling him that he gotten you hurt. he gawks out a laugh, not believing you until he saw your elbow bleeding. you just look at him before he sticks out his tongue to lick it. you retract your elbow without expecting him to actually do that.

—. Jimmy

pounces on you ready to tickle you at your tickling point making you shift and turn your arms to prevent his hands from tickling you more. you slap away his hands, but before you can do that, you’re pinned to the wall with one of his arms holding both of yours. he takes a moment to get together before planting a couple of kisses in the crevice of your neck by your left ear. it tickles you even more by making you squirm downward trying to hide from him. he picks you up and does it again, as well as kissing you on the chin… that’s not where he wanted to kiss, but he’ll deal with it for now..

—. Tommy

would also tease you by pinching and lightly slapping your shoulders indistinctly from left to right, it will annoy you at some point, which is exactly what he wants. he wants to annoy you to a point where you turn around, so he can pick you up and pin you to the wall. he holts you up, playing with you even further. you jerk his eyes while you two linger in the other’s eyes for a moment, but you break into laughter when you see the silly face he has on.

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[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)

---

-"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."-

[thatcobrakaifan]

| snakes in the shadows |

chapter twenty of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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The Valley Unity Tournament was two weeks away, and things were escalating.

Fast.

The Miyagi-Do/Eagle Fang alliance was stronger than ever, with training now happening in triple shifts. Tory had stepped into a leadership role like she was born for it—confident, commanding, protective. You’d never seen her like this, and every time you watched her coach the younger students, your heart did a full somersault.

But beneath it all… you could feel it.

Something was off.

And it wasn’t just pre-tournament nerves.

-later that night – the larusso home-

You were helping Amanda and Sam clean up dinner when Miguel burst through the back door, breathless.

“They trashed the dojo,” he said.

Silence. Sharp. Immediate.

You dropped the plate you were holding. Tory, who had just walked in behind him, froze.

“What?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

Miguel nodded. “Not everything. Just the inside—equipment smashed, scrolls torn off the wall, someone spray-painted ‘Strike First or Get Crushed’ across the mat.”

Daniel and Johnny showed up five minutes later. And after confirming it wasn’t just kids pulling a prank, the mood shifted from focused to furious.

“Terry Silver’s sending a message,” Daniel said quietly.

Tory clenched her fists. “Then it’s time we send one back.”

You touched her hand gently, grounding her. “Not like them. We do this our way.”

She looked at you for a long second, then nodded. “Right. Our way.”

-the next day ─ back at the dojo-

The dojo was quiet. Too quiet.

Everyone stood in a circle around the damage. The banners were still shredded. One of the practice dummies had been lit on fire. You recognized Cobra Kai’s aggression like muscle memory—and felt your spine straighten.

“I trained with them long enough to know,” you said to the group. “This wasn’t about sabotage. It was about intimidation. They want to get in our heads before the first round.”

“Let’s not give them the satisfaction,” Sam said firmly.

Tory crossed her arms. “No. Let’s beat them. In front of the whole Valley.”

The fire in her voice was enough to quiet the room. Even Johnny looked impressed.

You stepped forward. “We rebuild. We get sharper. And when that tournament starts? We show them that balance doesn’t mean weakness. That peace doesn't mean surrender.”

And just like that, the dojo buzzed to life again.

-that night ─ your room-

You were stretched out on your bed, textbooks forgotten beside you, when there was a soft knock.

Tory stepped in, hoodie over her training gear, face soft but tired.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting up.

She closed the door, then sat on the edge of your bed. “I hate how fast I slip into that headspace. The one where I just want to fight, destroy, hit back harder.”

You reached over and laced your fingers through hers. “You’re not that girl anymore. You’re allowed to be angry. But you’re also allowed to grow.”

She looked at you then like you were the only thing anchoring her to earth. “What if I lose control again?”

You leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Then I’ll be there. Every step.”

She turned toward you, and suddenly her mouth was on yours—more desperate than usual. Like she needed to remind herself that she had something to fight for.

You didn’t stop her.

And when you pulled away, breathless, your forehead rested against hers as you whispered, “They can come at us with everything they have. We’ve got each other. That’s more than they’ll ever understand.”

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CHAPTER FOUR: FRIENDLY REASSURANCE

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KATHERINE

Family dinners at my aunt and uncle's house have always been a cherished escape, a vibrant memory I cling to since I can remember. They were my favorite, not just for the delicious food or the boisterous laughter, but because they were a stark contrast to the lonely reality of meals at my own home. My mother, lost in the haze of her addictions, was rarely ever present, either too drunk or high to cook or even acknowledge my existence. My father, a workaholic driven by necessity, was perpetually absent, his long hours leaving me to fend for myself.

More often than not, dinner at our house meant skipping a meal altogether, or microwaving something quick and tasteless to eat alone in front of the TV screen. That is until today. Apparently in some desperate attempt to get in my uncle's good graces, Samantha had decided to bring her "friend," Kyler, to our family dinner. Samantha had been practically buzzing with nervous energy all day, chattering about Kyler's supposed charm and wit. I, however, remained unconvinced. I couldn't fathom what she saw in him.

And so, here I was, spending my Friday night trapped at the dinner table, directly across from Samantha and her oblivious plus-one. Samantha was practically vibrating with excitement, hanging on Kyler's every word. Meanwhile, my uncle Daniel, was attempting to explain the intricacies of sushi to Kyler, who seemed more interested in the decorative chopsticks than the actual food. "The yanagi, or yanagi ba, depending on the region, is a knife used exclusively for cutting sashimi," My uncle explained, holding up a gleaming slice of fresh fish.

"I picked up this bad boy on my first trip to Okinawa. Voilà." He presented it with a flourish, the delicate pink and white flesh glistening under the warm dining room lights. "The famous... LaRusso ponzu toro," Daniel murmured. My own mouth practically watered. It looked absolutely divine. The glistening toro, draped in the tangy ponzu sauce, was a stark reminder of how long it had been since I'd enjoyed a fresh, home-cooked meal, let alone something as exquisite as this. The aroma alone was enough to make my stomach rumble in protest.

"Oh, no, thanks. I don't like sushi." Kyler announced, his nose wrinkling slightly. A wave of stunned silence washed over the table. Amanda and Daniel exchanged bewildered glances, clearly taken aback. "Uh, are you sure you just don't want to try a little piece? It melts in your mouth," Daniel offered, trying to be polite. I had to bite my lip hard to stop myself from bursting out laughing. The irony was too much. This guy, who was clearly trying to impress my uncle with his supposed sophistication, was turning down a delicacy that most people would kill for.

"Uh, no," Kyler grimaced, his face contorting into a mask of disgust. "Fish kind of grosses me out." I could have sworn he was fighting back a wave of nausea. "No, you do like fish," Samantha insisted, her voice a little too high-pitched, a little too desperate. She was clearly trying to salvage the situation, to convince my uncle that this guy wasn't a complete and utter embarrassment. "What about the fish sticks at school?" She offered. I couldn't help the amused smirk that spread across my face. This was getting better and better by the minute.

"Oh, yeah, fish sticks are dope," Kyler agreed, his face lighting up with a sudden enthusiasm. He paused, then looked up at my uncle with wide, innocent eyes. "You have fish sticks?" He asked, completely oblivious to the waves of judgment radiating from the rest of us. "Uh, no," Daniel muttered, setting down the plate of glistening toro with a sigh. "Just this fresh fish I picked up from the Japanese market this morning." The sarcasm in his voice was thick enough to cut with a knife. "You know what?" Amanda interjected, her tone strained but polite.

She shot Daniel a pointed look. "Why don't we go see if we can find Kyler something he can eat, okay?" She rose from her chair, a forced smile plastered on her face. "Sam, you want to come with me to the kitchen?" Amanda asked. I couldn't resist adding my own little touch, giving Samantha a raised eyebrow and a look that said, “Really?” Without much being said, they scurried off to the kitchen, leaving Kyler alone with us. "Thank you for inviting me over, Mr. LaRusso," Kyler muttered, attempting to fill the awkward silence that had settled over the table. "Um, you have a really great house. And I think Sam is really cool, too." His words made me grimace, almost as if they were rehearsed.

"Well, thanks," Daniel chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "She takes after her mother." I wasn't about to let this go that easily. Kyler's cluelessness was too entertaining to ignore. "Where are your parents from?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Irvine, I think," He replied confidently, as if the location of his parents' origin was some great mystery he'd finally solved. I choked back yet another laugh. "Irvine, right," I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Daniel, sensing my impending onslaught, decided to steer the conversation in a different, yet equally awkward direction. "So, tell me about that shiner you got there," He asked, pointing to Kyler's noticeable black eye.

"Oh, this. Um... this is from wrestling," Kyler stammered, clearly making it up as he went along. "You know, I dodged the wrong way, and I caught an elbow. It's stupid." He offered a weak smile, but his eyes darted around the room, avoiding contact. I exchanged a knowing glance with my uncle. "Is that how you hurt your hand, too?" I asked, pointing to his swollen and bloodied knuckles. He looked down guiltily, the color draining from his face. "It's okay," Daniel interjected, trying to defuse the situation. "I was in my share of fights back in high school." He chuckled, a forced, uncomfortable laugh.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kyler insisted, still trying to play dumb. This guy was on a role. "Come on, Kyler," Daniel insisted, "I know high-school kids can be rough." What Kyler said next, however, was a surprise. "No, it wasn't a kid." I arched a brow, now genuinely intrigued. This wasn't just awkward anymore; it was getting interesting. "So there was a fight," I stated, cutting to the chase. "Is there something going on at home?" Daniel asked, his voice laced with concern. Kyler quickly shook his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He was clearly uncomfortable, but he wasn't offering any real answers. "Oh, no, no, no," Kyler stammered, his story shifting again.

"Okay, some guy at a mini mall. He just jumped me and my friends." I silently scoffed. Yeah, right. There was clearly more to it than he was letting on. "What?" Daniel questioned, his eyes widening with concern. Just then, my phone started to ring, I was incredibly grateful for the diversion. "Excuse me," I mumbled, quickly rising from the table. I hurried out into the hallway, eager to escape the awkwardness. "Hello?" I answered, surprised to see Mrs. Moskowitz's name flashing on the screen. "Mrs. Moskowitz? Is everything okay?" I asked, wondering how she had gotten my cell phone number.

"Hi, honey," She greeted, her voice warm and familiar. "I heard you're back in town. Are you busy right now?" Taken aback by her sudden question, I paused for a moment. "Uh, no," I replied instantly. "Eli had a really bad day today, you know how kids your age are," Mrs. Moskowitz sighed, her voice laced with a familiar blend of concern. I clenched my jaw, knowing exactly what she was insinuating. Despite the familiar wave of irritation rising within me, I kept listening. "Can you come over by any chance?" She continued. "He really needs a friend right now." Not wanting to spend another second listening to Kyler's increasingly absurd stories, I immediately nodded.

"Yes, I'll be there in ten minutes." With a grateful "Thank you, honey," she hung up. I turned and walked into the kitchen, where my Aunt Amanda was diligently preparing something for Kyler. "Aunt Amanda," I started, trying to sound casual. "Do you think I could borrow your car?" She raised an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air. "What do you need the car for, Kat?" She asked, her eyes searching mine as I leaned against the kitchen counter. "You know my friend Eli," I began, hesitating, not wanting to overshare something so private, but needing a believable excuse. "He… he gets bullied a lot, and I guess today was one of those days,”

“So, his mom called me over, said he needed someone. Is—is that okay?" I fumbled with my hands, a nervous habit I hadn't quite outgrown, waiting for her response. I watched her face soften, the lines of concern around her eyes deepening. She quickly nodded, reaching for her keys. "Of course, Kat. Take it." She placed them in my hand, her fingers brushing against mine for a brief moment. "Kat," She coaxed, stopping me as I turned to leave. The look on her face, momentarily taking me by surprise. She sounded serious. "I'll talk to Daniel. I think it's about time you had your own car." A genuine smile, the first real one of the evening, spread across my face.

"Thank you, Aunt Amanda," I beamed, rushing over to give her a tight hug. She nodded letting out a soft chuckle at my enthusiasm, squeezing me towards her before practically urging me out the door with an authoritative "Go!". With her blessing, I practically ran to the car, slid into the driver's seat, and placed the key in the ignition. As I pulled out of the driveway, my thoughts instinctively shifted to Eli. I only hoped I could offer him some comfort, a small measure of support, and maybe, just maybe, help him find some peace from the turmoil he was more than likely facing all alone.

Driving to the Moskowitz's house, my hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. I was a nervous wreck. I could never fully imagine what Eli had to face on a daily basis, the constant taunts and ridicule. A part of me, a big part, felt incredibly guilty. Normally, it was me who reassured Eli, who fought his battles, who stood between him and the cruelty of the world. But I’d been gone, wrapped up in my own complicated family drama, and I’d left him vulnerable. I sped down the familiar streets, pushing the car a little faster than I should have, desperate to get to him.

I made it in less than ten minutes, screeching to a halt in front of their house. I jumped out of the car, my heart pounding in my chest, and raced to the front door. As I was about to knock, when I heard yelling from inside, harsh and laced with pain. This could certainly not be good. "Do you realize what you've done?" Eli heaved, his voice thick with anger and frustration. "The school needed to know that this behavior should not be tolerated," Mrs. Moskowitz reasoned, her tone strained but firm. I stood frozen by the door, my heart breaking with every word. Being gone so long, I never knew it was this bad, this raw.

"Don't you get it?" Eli yelled, his voice cracking. "They're never going to stop making fun of me because I'm a loser!" Mrs. Moskowitz replied, "That's not true," her voice trembling. I stood there, paralyzed, listening to the agonizing scene unfold. "Wake up, Mom!" Eli cried. "I'm a freak." He paused, catching his breath in a ragged gasp. "I'm never gonna have any other friends besides Demetri and Katherine. I'm never going to get a girlfriend, I'm never going to be anything other than a kid with a weird lip!" That’s when I heard a door slam shut inside, the sound echoing through the house. I knew it was time. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly on the door, trying to compose myself. A moment later, Mrs. Moskowitz opened it, her eyes red and bloodshot.

As soon as I saw her, I pulled her into a hug, offering silent comfort. "Thank you for coming, honey," She whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I know that must have been hard to hear." I simply nodded, unable to speak, as she led me inside, closing the door behind us, shutting out the world and the pain within it. "Go on," She coaxed, gesturing towards the hallway that led to his bedroom. "He needs you right now." I nodded slowly, my heart heavy, and walked towards his room, each step echoing in the tense silence of the house. Gathering what little courage I had left, trying desperately not to crumble before I even reached him, I finally knocked softly on his door. "I said I want to be alone, Mom!" I heard him yell, his voice muffled by the closed door.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door, revealing my best friend face down on his bed, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The sight of him like that, so vulnerable, so broken, twisted a knife in my gut. "Well then," I muttered, trying to keep my voice light, "I guess it's a good thing I'm not your mom." At the sound of my voice, he immediately sat up, his eyes red and puffy, trying to dry them with the sleeve of his worn sweatshirt. He looked utterly miserable. "She called you?" He asked, his voice hoarse. I made my way towards him, my heart aching with every step, and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Why didn't you tell me, Eli?" I questioned softly, avoiding his question. My voice was thick with unshed tears. He shrugged, avoiding my gaze. "All those times I called to check in on you?" I pressed gently. "I guess I just didn't want you to worry," He mumbled. "Besides, you were all the way in Paris. What could you have done from all the way over there?" The guilt hit me like a ton of bricks. He was right. I had been in Paris, wrapped up in the whirlwind of my parents, while he was here, struggling, alone. "Eli, I'm so, so sorry," I apologized, my voice breaking, a tear finally escaping and sliding down my cheek. He must have noticed my tears because the next thing I knew, we were both a sobbing mess, wrapped in each other's arms.

Two broken people, seeking comfort in each other's embrace.

"I-It's not your fault," He stammered, his voice choked with emotion. "You're my best friend, Kat. I'd probably be way worse without you. Let's face it," He added, a hint of self-deprecating humor creeping into his voice, "Under different circumstances, you probably wouldn't give me the time of day." I shook my head instantly, my grip on his shoulders tightening. "No, don’t even think that," I affirmed strongly. "Besides," I added, trying to lighten the mood, "Who else could I possibly watch Twilight with?" That made him crack a small, watery smile. The tension in the room eased slightly.

"Thanks, Kat," He mumbled, his voice still thick with emotion. "For everything." The comfortable silence that had settled between us, a fragile truce in the midst of our shared pain, felt like it needed to be broken. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. "Can I show you something?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. He nodded hesitantly, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of curiosity mixed with apprehension. Taking another deep breath, I slowly lifted my shirt, revealing a long, jagged scar that marred the entire left side of my ribcage. It was a brutal reminder of a night I'd tried to bury deep within my memory. Eli’s eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat.

"I was eight," I began, my voice low and steady, trying to keep the emotion out of it. "My mom… she was drunk. She was driving a motorbike back home, and I was holding on to her for dear life. We were almost home, but she… she took a wrong turn. A car slammed into us. The doctor said I was lucky to survive, especially since I wasn't wearing a helmet. But," I added, a small, wry smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, "Bye-bye bikinis." I chuckled, a slightly forced sound, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. He hesitantly reached out a hand, his fingers tracing the raised, uneven line of the scar, just like I had done to his own scar so many times before. His touch was gentle, as if he were afraid of breaking me.

"Battle scars," I grinned, pulling my shirt back down, the scar now hidden from view but not from memory. Understanding the reference, a small, amused laugh escaped his lips. "How long have you been waiting to use that line on me?" I shrugged, a playful smile dancing on my lips. "Honestly? For a while," I admitted, sitting back down next to him, the weight of the shared secret lightening the atmosphere considerably. "What I'm trying to say, Eli, is that we're both insecure about our scars. We try to hide them, we’re ashamed of them. But in reality," I continued, meeting his gaze, "They only show how badass we are,”

“We shouldn't want to hide them; we should be embracing them. Everyone else," I smirked, giving him a playful wink, "Is just jealous of how unique we are." He rolled his eyes, a reluctant smile playing on his lips, almost as if he hated that I was right. "I guess you're right," He caved, finally acknowledging the truth in my words. He pulled me into a hug, a warm, comforting embrace, and I immediately returned it, grateful for the closeness, the understanding, the shared experience of being imperfect, yet strong. Wiping away the last of his tears with my thumb, and then wiping my own, I sat up, reaching for the familiar DVD case that sat on his nightstand. "Okay," I declared, trying to inject some levity into the situation.

"Enough of this emotional bullshit. Let's watch Harry Potter to get our minds off things. What do you say? Marathon, for old times' sake?" I grinned, the wave of nostalgia already lifting my mood immensely. He nodded, a small smile finally gracing his lips, and reached for his laptop. I jumped onto his bed, sinking into the soft mattress, and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Try to keep your thoughts to yourself when we reach the third movie, okay?" Eli begged, a playful glint in his eyes. I nonchalantly shrugged, pretending to be clueless as to what he was referring to. "No promises," I responded, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips.

He rolled his eyes playfully, but the tension in his shoulders had visibly eased. As he pressed play, the familiar opening theme of Harry Potter filled the room, washing over us in a wave of comforting familiarity. I noticed that his body had now relaxed against mine, his head resting against mine. We settled into a comfortable silence, our shared love for the wizarding world a silent bond between us. However, halfway through The Goblet of Fire, I felt a familiar lump forming in my throat. I knew what was coming. Cedric Diggory’s death. I always teared up at that scene, no matter how many times I’d seen it.

"Hey, no emotional bullshit, remember?" Eli whispered, nudging me gently with his elbow upon noticing my silence, a teasing reminder of my earlier declaration. I swatted him playfully on the back of the head, my eyes starting to sting. Luckily, as the plot progressed, and the Triwizard Tournament reached its tragic conclusion, my eyelids started to feel heavy. I shifted into a more comfortable position, practically sprawled across my best friend, and drifted off to sleep. Completely missing my chance to make fun of him when he cried over Dobby's death in the movies that followed. What a complete hypocrite. No emotional bullshit, my ass.

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i love ur fics! been reading them all day lol. could you write more fluffy older johnny fics pls? like with age gap reader but it’s legel obvi.

Too much to drink(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso!Reader

Summary: Johnny and Daniel have to deal with their drunken wives after Chozen takes them out for some fun.

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Chozen called Johnny on the phone, it was late in the evening and he was helping Daniel at Miyagi-do.

“So umm,” Chozen said nervously through the phone. “Daniel-san wouldn't answer the phone, but Amanda and Y/n are little... No, very drunk. Both of them” A little known fact about Y/n is that she doesn't drink, like at all.

“We went to bar and one thing led to another... And on top of that we started a bar fight... Well Amanda-San started a bar fight”

Johnny sighed. “Jesus Christ”

“What?” Daniel asked, walking over.

“hold on, Chozen” Johnny sighed, pulling the phone away from his ear then glanced over at Daniel. “Well um.. Amanda and y/n started a bar fight”

Daniel was immediately taken back. “They what now?”

“Yeah…” Johnny said, honestly trying not to laugh.

“Uh, guys?” Chozen said through the phone sence Johnny hadn't hung up yet.

Johnny sighed and quickly brought the phone back to his ear “What?”

“Are you guys gonna come get us?”

“Yeah, yeah, we'll be right there” Johnny immediately answered as he was already heading with Daniel towards the car.

Daniel was still trying to process everything he was told about Amanda. “My wife did what now?”

“You heard me, dude. She started a bar fight” Johnny said as climbed into the car and Daniel followed, getting behind the wheel.

“My wife,” He shook his head, putting the key in the ignition. “started a bar fight... My baby sister got drunk” he shook his head.

“Well we better go get those idiots before they get arrested” Johnny said as Daniel started pulling out of the dojo.

“Y/n wouldn't survive jail” Daniel sighed.

“She would sharpen her toothbrush to a shiv and stab anyone who got too close” Johnny responded matter of factly, making Daniel roll his eyes.

“What? She totally would!” Johnny said.

“I knew you'd rub off on my sister a little too much”

Johnny chuckled. “You can blame me all you want but it wasn't my fault this time”

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While Johnny and Daniel drove towards the bar they were at. Chozen, Amanda, and y/n were outside waiting. Chosen was sitting on the curb, looking at his phone while Shelby and Amanda were doing unbalanced, drunk karate moves behind Chozen. It was almost a mockery of their guys.

Daniel felt a stress headache coming on at the sight of his wife, which caused Johnny to smirk. Daniel then parked the car and the two guys climbed out and headed over to the drunken trio. Just then, Amanda fell backwards and landed on her ass and y/n cackled and pointed. Chozen looked like He was about to knock their heads together.

Johnny chuckled and Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. “You two are a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?”

“Oh, no. It's my boyfriend” Amanda said in a drunken way as she stood up, looking at Daniel.

Johnny had to hold back his laugh at the sight before him as Daniel frowned, his brows scrunching together. “Husband. I'm your husband”

Amanda drunkenly squinted and nodded. “Husband!” She corrected herself as she stood up with the help of Chozen.

Johnny chuckled softly as Daniel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again as he held onto y/n's shoulders, making sure she didn't fall. “How much did ya have?”

“Umm,” she looked down at her hands, trying to count. “ummm... 0.. 4 umm..” held up three fingers then went to Seven. “umm....Chozen! Buddy!” she yelled, making Chozen roll his eyes and look up. “How much did I drink? Chozen knows the answer… He's smart”.

Chosen sighed. “lost count after 6 shots”

Daniel's eyes bugged out. “what?!”

Johnny stifled a laugh. “6 shots, huh?”

Y/n stumbled a bit. “T-that's!” she held her hand up in a drunken way. “that's w-when a-ah... Amanda started a bar fight with some kunfoy moves!”

Amanda gasped, offended. “did not!” she stuttered, stumbling into Daniel's arms.

“Did too!”

Johnny shook his head while Daniel held Amanda to keep her from falling again. “Why did you guys start a bar fight?”

“because Stana Claus wouldn't leave me alone and wanted me to take a ride on his crotch rocket!” Amanda said.

Y/n responded quickly. “so I krate kicked him in the nuts!!” she did a krang kick, but started to stumble.

Johnny cought her as he lost his composure and burst out laughing. Daniel, on the other hand, just looked annoyed.

“Then!” y/n shouted. “This fucking viking came in and got handsy, so I krate chopped him in the jugular!” she said swinging and karate chop into Daniel's arm, making him wince as he caught her. “Jesus, that was my arm!”

Amanda laughed. “Yeah! That's not miyagi-do way!” she mocked, laughing and making fun of her husband's dojo.

Y/n giggled. “that's a miyagi don't”

Johnny couldn't help but laugh again as he watched the drunken display. “Damn, you two are something else tonight”

“Beacuse there's no fear in this bar!” y/n said now making fun of cobra Kai and eagle fang(Johnny's previous and current dojo). “Strike first, strike hard, NO MERCY!” she kicked Daniel in the butt then topled into Johnny's arms.

Johnny caught her in his arms then looked at Daniel who was rubbing his butt. “Real mature” Daniel rolled his eyes, y/n stuck her tongue out.

Daniel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “You're acting like a child right now”

“Meh Meh Meh” she mocked, wrapping her arms around Johnny's waist from his side, holding on to him like a child.

Johnny chuckled and held onto y/n, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “You're gonna be hurting tomorrow morning”

“You should take me to your dojo and keep me safe, sensei Lawrence” y/n flirted with her Boyfriend still drunk.

Johnny chuckled at her attempt to flirt with him as she drunkenly hung off of him. “I'm pretty sure I should just take you home instead”

“Going home is for pussies!” she responded. Johnny called people pussies a lot, it was like using his own words against him.

Daniel choked on his spit. “Jesus... You're a pain in the ass when you're drunk, you know that?”

“Meh Meh” y/n went to walk away from Johnny only for her to fall on her butt. Amanda laughed as she was being held up by Daniel.

Johnny shook his head and crouched down, picking her up and holding her in his arms. “You're so damn clumsy”

“And You're so damn sexy” y/n smirked at Johnny.

Johnny rolled his eyes but smiled, he was used to her flirting. “Not tonight, Babe. You're a little too drunk at the moment”

“Pussy” y/n rolled her eyes as Johnny threw her over his shoulder and walked her to the car. Daniel led Amanda to the car too and put her in the passenger seat.

Johnny opened the door to his back seat and gently put y/n in the backseat. He buckled her up. “behave yourself”

“Come back here with meeee” she grabbed his flannel, pulling him in the back seat with her while Daniel got in the driver's seat.

Johnny sighed as he didn't even put up a fight, knowing she wouldn't let go of him if he tried to get away, and climbed in the backseat with her. “Happy now?”

As the car started, y/n grabbed the side of Johnny's face and pressed her lips to his roughly, catching Johnny of gaurd. Her lips had the taste of alcohol which was way too new. Johnny drinks beer like water, but he had to admit he hated tasting alcohol on her sweet lips. She didn't drink, and Johnny liked to keep it that way. Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair, kissing him roughly as her tongue brushed against his bottom lip. Her hand slowly traveled down his chest to his belt.

Daniel cleared his throat loudly from the front seat and Johnny quickly grabbed her hand before it could go any lower. “Behave yourself”

“But…”

“But nothing. You're drunk and I'm not taking advantage of you like that… I Love you too much” Johnny said as he still held her hand, so she wouldn't try and touch him in any other inappropriate places.

“aw! You love me” y/n grind childishly.

“Damn, don't act so surprised” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You love me” she mumbled, nuzzling her nose against his neck.

Johnny rolled his eyes playfully. “You're being extra clingy right now”

“Cuz I'm cold” y/n mumbled, changing the subject randomly as she cuddled to his side. Johnny wrapped an arm around her as she cuddled him, trying to keep her comfortable.

“Well, here” Johnny proceeded to take off his flannel, draping it around her shoulders. Y/n wrapped herself in it, covering her cocktail dress in the old red flannel. She buried her nose into the collar, smelling his natural scent mixed with his cologne. He couldn't help but think that it was adorable, even if she was completely drunk off her ass.

Y/n then shifted, laying across the backseat with her head in his lap. Johnny's hand went to her hair as he began gently playing with it. Daniel glanced through the rear view mirror and couldn't help but smile at the sight of them, he rarely saw Johnny being so soft with someone. While at first he he hated the idea of Johnny with his younger sister, he now knows Johnny treats her right.

Johnny noticed y/n was beginning to doze off and he just continued to play with her hair, his fingers running through her curls as her breathing slowed and she slowly fell asleep.

Johnny looked up as he heard Daniel chuckle, he had been caught enjoying the sweet moment. “What's so funny, Larusso?”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “You're a huge softie when it comes to her”

The car made it to their place a few minutes later and Johnny shook you gently in an effort to get you to wake up. “Babe…We're home”

“Hm?” she shifted, slowly sitting up. The drouzyness was finally hitting her and her head was swimming in alcohol. Johnny got out of the car then helped her out, making sure she wouldn't fall over.

Y/n stumbled and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him. Johnny was quick to catch her as she attempted to hang off of him and his arm went under her knees and picked her up. “Damn... You're a hot mess right now”

Johnny carried her into the house, and into the bedroom, gently laying her down on their large bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and started to remove her shoes, before gently pulling the comforter over her. Y/n looked like a hot mess, and a little adorable in her drunken state too.

“cuddle me?” she mumbled, reaching for him.

Johnny rolled his eyes but agreed, crawling under the comforter and wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her close to him, rubbing her back. He watched as she basically snuggled against him instantly, and nuzzled her face in his chest. Johnny shook his head, a small smile spreading on his lips, as he held her close, rubbing her back to help her fall asleep.

Johnny smiled softly when y/n finally fell asleep, he was almost revealed to see her asleep in his arms. He gently kissed the top of her head, before drifting off to sleep himself.