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cheoridoll · 8 months ago

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distraction —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: none, just something cute

words counted: 1.582

includes: just Robby like a puppy after his love

playlist for the fic: spotify. | forgive the bad english! it's not my first language.

A toss or a distraction, Robby felt useless at this point in the day, sitting on the couch at his half-brother's house, while staring at the turned off television, totally disconnected from his current reality, only remembering how he was used by a girl. And damn, he liked it. He couldn't deny that he was like a puppy, obeying all the orders of the tough rookie girl, the one who arrived suddenly, the distant female cousin of the Larusso family. Because Daniel loved her, she was like a daughter to him.

At first, he just wanted revenge, now he finds himself in love with his own karma.

"Hey bro, grab your backpack, let's go to school" — Miguel said, throwing the backpack against Keene's rigid body, waking up to life, as his father would say.

He forgot so much about the world outside his head, that he also ended up forgetting why he was awake so early. School.

"Shit! Miguel, did you do the french work?" — like a light bulb, it lit up his mind. He spent so much time focused on Larusso that he left aside his obligations, like an idiot in love, preferring to remain in the illusion of his own daydreams.

"Yes, I did." — he agreed, transforming his expression into a somewhat confused one, eyebrows drawn together and mouth half open.

"Put my name? Please!" — he asked with a huge pout on his lips, making Diaz understand and laugh loudly at the gesture.

"Okay, but stop making that weird face."

Robby was getting more and more electric as the hours passed, excited for class after lunch. Arts had become one of his recent passions. He loved painting feelings, the most recent being the common mix of love and fear, which he affectionately nicknamed "chocolate and pepper." Love creates artists, it created Robby, and disappointment makes them better. But deep down, I hoped it would continue as an unfinished creation.

Keene continued rambling in his head, and all paths ironically led him to her, to her beautiful hair, penetrating, oblique and hidden gaze. He hated love, he hated being attracted to someone who held him up like a spear, a fucking distraction.

"Where are you looking, Keene?" — Robby's head went straight to the empty food plate, making the blow have a greater impact, his face burned with pain, his throat wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

"Shit Kyler, get out of here you idiot." — Miguel accompanied him.

Kyler had been thinking about the guy with the clear eyes in recent days, vowing to give him a good beating one day, also stating that he would at least see where the blow came from. No sooner said than done. After the crash, he became dizzy, it wasn't like he had the strength to stand up there, his face was fucked up, he lost consciousness, he even lost sight of the fact that one of the shards of glass had flown onto his shoulder. Damn the day he decided to wear a shirt with a loose collar. I lifted the table, still tipping sideways and my vision was blurred, holding his belly, as if that would give him more balance. Kyler saw the biggest opportunity, turned his body and kicked the other person's heel, knocking Robby to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Miguel tried to advance towards the other, but was stopped by the idiots, cowardly held by three people. While struggling, Kyler threw the first kick.

"Oh, Kyler!" — a female voice tore through the place.

There were feelings in the speech, not so positive so to speak, perhaps hatred, anger with a hint of jealousy.

"Only I can mess with my blond." — ran towards the brunette, kicking him away from Keene, his kicks were high, Kyler didn't really know how to attack at that moment, nor did he know if he should, opting to take small steps backwards while using defense.

"Are you such a coward that you can't just slap me?"

He attacked her with hatred, threw her body to the ground and stood on top of her torso, while holding the thin collar of the girl's blouse, ready to throw the first punch. She smiled, not an ordinary smile, a devilish smile, and the surprise came with her tears, a desolate and fearful look.

"What's going on in that cafeteria?" — shouted the director, who with heavy steps walked towards Kyler, taking him off the girl.

Behind him was Daniel, who was helping prepare the dance that night.

"Uncle, I tried to defend my friend, but when I saw..." — he burst into tears, being lifted from the ground by his uncle, who hugged him carefully.

"Fine my love." - Larusso left the girl leaning against one of the tables, heading towards the body of the former apprentice. With compassion the silence against his body, the support between his arms in the most comfortable way he could.

"Are you okay, Robby?" Nothing was said, he was still dizzy from all the blows and the coffee didn't help his anxiety at that moment.

"Uncle, I'm going to take him to the infirmary, okay?"

"Okay, princess, I'm going to go to the principal's office and sort out this mess." — The older man left, while Larusso placed Robby's arm over his shoulders, in order to avoid another contact between the other person's body and the ground.

"Robby, look at me, tell me it's okay." — He requested. "I..." - he paused, completely rethinking that moment.

"Take me to the infirmary straight away."

Without saying anything else, she took him there, the silence killed them, I missed their diverse conversations. In the end, Robby felt a little hurt, beyond the physical.

"Tell me sweetie, why are you like this?" — asked the one with locks, bringing her fingers to the other's injured face. "I know you're strong and you'd take him down whenever you wanted."

"You. I'm like this because of you." — he took his arm away and threw himself on the sofa in the infirmary.

Karla, the nurse, was at least scared by how deformed Keene was, after all, he was at a school where practically every day there were around three students injured after a hidden fight. I'll get the ice. - was the only thing he said before leaving.

"What did I do, Robby"

"Everything, just answer me one thing before I tell you to leave this room and leave me alone." — He shouted. He was more upset than actually angry, in order to just take her away from his mind and heart for a few minutes.

"Am I what to you? Cheap fun, love." — he laughed to himself. "forget the last part, I must be some idiot that you only catch when you feel like it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" — he raised his right eyebrow.

"I love you so much, and look, if I didn't show you signs of that, it's because I'm insecure. Robby, you have anyone at your feet, your exes are incredibly perfect, they fight well, they are beautiful... " —she sat next to him.

"I'm afraid of not being good enough like they were."

"I should slap you for thinking like that." — he joked.

Not that he had the courage to lift a finger at her, he loved her in a ridiculous way, which sometimes found it strange.

"I love you, I love you in a way that I've never loved anyone else and you can bet that you're the only one I want to have in my life, or better yet, build one."

"I called him, I'm not good enough to fight someone experienced yet." — she laughed, throwing his body against hers, to create a hug.

"You're over the top, Keene." — she leaned his torso, kissing the wound on the older man's face close to the wound.

"No, I'm just ridiculously in love with the new girl. In fact, how did you know the director was coming?"

"Needy. For you." - they laughed.

"Look, you kicked very well, I was quite jealous of what the highs were."

"I don't even know how I did that, I just wanted to protect you at any cost."

"Damn girl. I love you so much that I could go to hell just for you."

he didn't want hell, he wanted heaven, the roof of her mouth, to calm her busy and stressful days. The calm kiss, full of desire and passion no longer repressed, was everything they wanted and what they finally got.

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xgryffinwhore · 8 months ago

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if you’re still doing johnny, could you do a smut where your basically ali. you broke up with him, and he is kind of like a obsessed ex? not sure where im going with this, but i hope you can do it way better than me lol

The spill

Summary: Johnny wants his ex back, seeing her at the movie theatre giving Tommy an idea.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word count: 6.8k

Johnny Lawrence had it all—captain of the Cobra Kai, All Valley cham, best of all, her by his side. She was different from the other girls, smart and always challenging him. With her, he felt like he could be himself—no Kreese, no pressure, just Johnny and her against the world. But things changed. She’d had enough of his temper, of the way he was always trying to be in control. It came to a head at the beach party, right there in front of everyone. She broke up with him, saying he was too possessive, too jealous, that she couldn’t take it anymore.

Since that night, Johnny hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that she was meant to be his. He’d go through his day, but his mind would drift to her—wondering what she was doing, if she ever missed him, if she’d realize that they belonged together. And then, every time he saw her with Daniel, the jealousy burned so hot it felt like it would consume him. Sometimes he’d end up driving by her house or showing up at the spots they used to hang out, just to feel like he was close to her. His friends started noticing, and even Kreese gave him a hard time, but Johnny didn’t care. She was worth it.

Tonight, Johnny’s parked outside the movie theater he knew she liked to go to, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, maybe remind her of what they used to have. He tells himself he just wants to talk, but the truth is he’s desperate for any reason to stay connected to her, no matter how messed up it looks.

Johnny’s leaning against his bike with the Cobra Kai's, eyes fixed on the theater doors, his mind replaying memories of her in his car, of their late-night talks, and the way she used to look at him before everything got so screwed up. He’s still holding onto hope, convinced she’ll come around if she just remembers the good times. His fist clenched as he thinks about LaRusso, about the way she’s letting that punk take his place.

"You don’t even know her, LaRusso," Johnny mutters under his breath, eyes narrowed. "You’re just… borrowing her."

"What was that, Johnny?" Bobby asks.

"Nothing," Johnny says, rolling his eyes. "Just… forget it."

Bobby shakes his head, Johnny was always pulling antics to try to get her attention, as if she forgot he existed. There were giggles coming from around the corner, sure enough her and her posse rounded the movie theater heading straight for the door.

As soon as Johnny saw her, his heart started beating faster. She was so close he could almost touch her. Her laughter floated through the night, as natural as breathing. Johnny felt a pang in his stomach, like he always did around her.

She noticed him and his crew, trying not to look over for more than half a second. He looked good, he always did, but he was too damn much. Beating up Daniel once a week really gave her a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Look who it is," her friend Susan whispered as she gestured toward Johnny. She huffs "I know."

Johnny caught the glimpse she made in his direction, holding out hope that she still cared. But when she didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, Johnny knew he needed to make a move. "Hey, wait up!" he called out. She pretended not to hear, but Johnny knew better than that.

"We've been over this. I don't want to talk" annoyance laced her tone.

Johnny knew he was losing ground, but he couldn’t let her slip through his fingers again. "Just listen for a second, okay?"

She whipped around at an almost violent rate, "What!" she snapped. Johnny's friends chuckled at her fiery attitude.

Johnny raised his hands defensively. "Just five minutes. That’s all I’m asking for," he said, hoping his sincerity would get through to her.

Her eyes softened for a second, when she looked at him all she could see was the secretly sweet guy he used to be. But the menace he was on the surface loomed over her, she snapped out of her thoughts. "Yeah, I'll pass" she turns back around, her and her friends whispering and looking back at him as they head into the theater.

Johnny’s heart dropped as she walked away. He knew he’d been pushing his luck, but the thought of losing her for good was too much to bear. He stared at the door where she’d disappeared, feeling more determined than ever to win her back.

"What are you doing man?" Dutch shouted, his hands on his hips. "I thought they broke up," Jimmy sighed, rolling his eyes.

Johnny turned to face his friends, irritation clear on his face. "Stay out of it, Dutch," he snapped. "It's none of your damn business."

"It is my business when you drag us places acting like you want to hang out, when you really just want to run into her" Dutch countered.

Johnny bristled at Dutch’s words. "I can do whatever the hell I want, Dutch," he said through gritted teeth. "And if I wanna see her, I'm gonna see her. You got a problem with that?"

"Doesn't really look like she wants to see you," Dutch said while getting on his bike. "I'm out of here, it's been weeks man, This isn't like you, to be so weak over some girl." With that, Dutch started his bike and drove off. On one hand, Dutch was right, it really wasnt like Johnny at all-- but they dated for two fucking years, so it was different.

Johnny watched as Dutch zoomed away, his words stinging. He knew his friends were fed up with his obsession, but he couldn’t shake the need to be near her. He glanced at the theater door, then back to his bike, unsure of what to do next.

Bobby came up and patted Johnny on the shoulder, "Listen man, Dutch is just being an ass." Bobby pointed toward the theater "We'll go in with you, maybe there are seats behind her and her friends still open." Tommy and Jimmy nodded, parking their bikes and heading toward the theater.

Johnny let out a sigh, grateful for his friends' support despite their frustration. "Alright," he said, a small spark of hope reigniting. "Let's go see if we can ‘accidentally’ sit near her."

They all smirk, they knew Johnny's tricks all too well. As they bought tickets and came in, her and her friends were in the middle of the theater, the back was pretty open. She noticed him walk in and sighed, she couldn't believe he came in.

Johnny and his friends took their seats a few rows behind her and her friends. As the movie started, he couldn’t help but glance in her direction from time to time. Each glimpse of her sent a rush of longing through him.

Jimmy nudged Johnny, "So what's your big plan?" he whispered.

Johnny kept his eyes locked on the screen, trying to sound casual. "I dunno," he said, "Just see if I can get her attention, maybe." He took a breath, feeling more confident in his plan than he had a moment before. "And if she doesn’t... Well, I’ll just have to be more creative." The wheels were already spinning in his mind.

She shot him a look, trying to act like she was just stretching. She was curious as to why he and his friends followed them in; she knew he wanted to talk, but this was a romance movie- and Johnny couldn't stand those. "Man she totally just looked!" Tommy commemorated.

Johnny’s heart raced as he heard the others’ excited whispers. "Yeah, she looked at us," he said, trying to play it cool. "But that doesn’t mean anything. We need to be smart about this... " He glanced over again, studying her with a mix of longing and determination. "We've still got time. Let's see if we can draw her out of the theater."

"I think I have an idea" Tommy whispers, standing up with his drink and a malice smirk. "I'll get her away from her friends."

Tommy grinned, sauntering down the aisle. When he got just a few feet away from her, he exaggerated a stumble, spilling his drink all over the back of her hair. "Woah," he said in a mock slurred tone, making a big show of his accidental clumsiness. "Damn, I am so sorry."

She shot up, only seeing red "Tommy, seriously?" she shouted, the soda dripping from the ends of her hair. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat as Tommy feigned apologies. She stormed out to the bathrooms, her friends shooting glares at the rest of the group.

Johnny watched with a mix of worry and anticipation as she ran to the bathroom. "Great move, Tommy," he said sarcastically, "Real smooth." He turned to the guys, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

"Now's your chance, idiot" Jimmy exclaimed "She's alone in the bathroom.." he trailed off, trying to make Johnny connect the pieces.

Johnny's mind raced as he realized the opportunity in front of him. "Right," he said, rising quickly from his seat. "I'll go talk to her, see if I can smooth things over." He shot the guys with a determined glance before making his way toward the bathroom.

She washed her hair in the sink, the sticky soda washing away down the drain. She wasn't sure if Tommy was a clumsy fool, or if he tried to embarrass her in front of everyone. She tried off her hair with the paper towels available before exiting.

Johnny hovered outside the bathroom, waiting for her. When she finally came out, he stepped forward, a sheepish smile on his face. "Hey" he said tentatively. "I just wanted to check on you, see if you're alright?"

"I'm fine." She brushed him off, just as she did not earlier, and walked past him back toward the theater.

He stepped in her path, preventing her from moving further. "Hey, hold up for a second," he said, his tone demanding. "I know you're pissed, and you have every right to be, but you can't just ignore me like this."

She looked at him like he had three heads "Johnny, I broke up with you, what don't you get?"

Johnny's eyes darkened. "Yeah, and you just expect me to move on? It doesn't work like that. We were together for two years. You can't just dump me and move on like I never mattered."

"The whole point of breaking up is not being together and moving on" She huffed. Johnny never took no for an answer.

Johnny clenched his jaw, frustration radiating off of him. "So that's it?" he shot back, "You just woke up one day and decided I was disposable? Like our whole relationship meant nothing?"

"We both know that's not what happened" she shoved him out of frustration. "I waited for you to calm down for two years, but you couldn't help yourself" she shakes her head "you let your temper ruin everything good in your life!"

Johnny's face hardened, hurt and anger swirling within him. "My temper? That's rich coming from you. You never understood me, you wanted to change me into some perfect boyfriend who never got mad." He stepped closer, his voice low and intense. "That's not who I am. I'm not gonna be the guy who just smiles and pretends everything is fine all the time."

"You let every little thing set you off, while I try to tear you off of someone before you damn near kill them” she twitches.

Johnny's jaw clenched as her words hit home. "And whose fault is that?" he retorted, his voice rising. "You knew I was like this when we got together. You just wanted to be the hero who could tame the bad boy, make him into your perfect boyfriend. Well, newsflash- I'm not some charity case for you to fix."

"You're such a jerk" she curses "I saw the best in you, who you were outside of karate, outside of who you pretend to be in front of your friends. I'm not going to stick around and watch you make yourself look like an ass day after day." She saw this conversation was just turning into one of their classic fights. "Just leave me alone, Johnny."

Johnny's eyes flickered with a mix of regret and anger. He knew deep down that she'd seen the best in him, a part he tried to hide beneath his tough exterior. She was right, he'd lost himself in the cycle of aggression and bravado. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm within him. "Fine," he said, his voice low and strained. "But don't expect me to just walk away and forget about everything we had. You meant the world to me."

She felt tears well up in her eyes, she hated how hard it was to stay away from him. She opened her mouth as if to respond, but instead pushed back him to the door outside. She had to go home, take a long shower, and mull over what she was feeling.

Jimmy, Bobby, and Tommy came out a few seconds later "Man, you've been out here for a while" Jimmy said "What happened?"

Johnny turned to his friends, his eyes conveying a mix of disappointment and frustration. He shrugged, playing it cool. "She's just being stubborn," he said dismissively, trying to hide the pain that still tugged at his heart. "Nothing new. Just forget it, let's go."

"She'll come around man" Bobby said opening the door "that girl is crazy about you, she wouldn't let you get her all worked up if she wasn't."

Johnny managed a small smile at his friends' words. Maybe they were right, maybe she did still care. But he knew he couldn't just sit around and hope things would magically fix themselves. He had to take action, show her that he could change, that their relationship was worth fighting for. "Thanks, guys," he said, determination glinting in his eyes. "I'll figure it out."

She laid in her bed that night, restlessly thinking about seeing Johnny. Every time she saw him, his image lingered in her mind, he was real easy on the eyes, which is why she forgave him for two years. As she tossed and turned, the memories of her time with Johnny flooded her mind. She couldn't deny the chemistry, the spark that drew her to him despite his flaws. She remembered the moments they shared, the laughter, the stolen glances. His easy charm and confidence always seemed to win her over, making it hard for her to stay mad.

Johnny couldn't sleep either. He replayed their conversation in his mind, the hurt in her voice still lingering in his ears. Deep down, he knew he had messed up, let his anger get the best of him too many times. But the thought of losing her for good was unbearable. He couldn't shake the memories of their time together, the way she made him feel like he could be better. And he desperately wanted a second chance to prove it.

Johnny glanced at the clock, its numbers casting a faint glow in the darkness. It was late, but he couldn't wait any longer. He knew what he had to do. He rolled out of his bed, got dressed, and quietly slipped outside into the night. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal light over the quiet neighborhood.

Johnny walked down the empty streets, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. He made his way to her house, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He climbed the familiar tree that led to her bedroom window, just like he had done so many times before.

She laid there sleeping, the rise and fall of her chest as her lips part deep in dreams. Her window was slightly open, letting the cool night air in. Her room looked the same as it always did, band posters everywhere, and the picture of them from last year facing her bed on her night stand.

Johnny's eyes lingered on the photo on her nightstand, a snapshot of happier times. He carefully opened the window and climbed inside, trying not to make a sound. Once inside, he just stood there for a moment, taking in the familiar sight of her room. He knew he shouldn't be there, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back. He looked at her, sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.

He moved closer to her, almost tempted to reach out and touch her. But instead, he just stood there, watching her sleep. He knew she would be mad if she woke up and found him there, but he couldn't leave things the way they were anymore. He took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Babe..."

She stirred, still in sleep, but somehow she registered his voice. "..Johnny.." she said.

Johnny's heart skipped a beat as she spoke his name in her sleep. It was as if she was reaching out to him, even in her unconscious state. He couldn't resist the pull any longer. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Hey," he whispered again, his voice filled with tenderness. "Wake up."

Her nose twitched, as her eyes fluttered awake slowly. She rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the dark. "J-Johnny?" she said shocked, almost yelling

Johnny quickly covered her mouth. "Shh," he whispered. "I know I shouldn't be here, but I had to talk to you." He looked into her eyes, hoping she could see how sincere he was. "Please, just hear me out."

She breathed heavily, her eyes darting down at his hand. She slowly began nodding.

Johnny held his hand over her mouth for a moment longer before letting go, his voice low and urgent. "Please. I need to talk to you." He took a step back, giving her space. "I know you're mad, and you have every right to be, but I couldn't go another night without telling you how I feel." He gazed into her eyes, pleading for her to hear him out. "I still love you. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. But I'm asking you to give me another chance."

"You broke into my house to do this?" she questioned, not fully awake yet.

Johnny took a deep breath, knowing he was pushing his luck. "I know it was a crazy move, but I didn't know what else to do. You won't see me, you won't take my calls. I just... I had to talk to you, to make you understand." He reached out, gently taking her hands in his. "I'm not giving up on us. I won't let you go that easily."

She scoffed, putting her head in her hands. "Yeah well you should have thought about that while we were together."

Johnny sighed, his determination unyielding. "I know I made mistakes. I was hot-headed and let my temper get the better of me. But I'm more than just my mistakes. I know I can be better. I miss you like crazy, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove it to you." He looked at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Just give me a second chance. That's all I'm asking."

She is at a loss for words, she wants to take him back, she really does. But she knew he would always be a short tempered, violent mess, was that something she could live with? She knew he could make small changes, but there will always be a fire that burns bright in Johnny for fighting. "I.." she starts, taking a moment to collect her thoughts, "I still love you Johnny, more than I should."

Johnny felt a surge of hope as she spoke those words. His heart raced, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hands, squeezing them gently. "I love you too. More than anything. I know I'm not perfect, but I promise I'll keep working on myself. I don't want to lose you again." He took a step closer, his voice softer. "Just... Please, give me another shot. Let me prove to you that I can be the guy you deserve."

"Okay, Johnny" she nods, his big, veiny hands making her own look so feeble and small.

Johnny's face lit up, his eyes filled with gratitude. He pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You won't regret this. I'm gonna make it up to you, I swear." He held her close, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, a reminder of the love they shared. "From now on, I'll be the best damn boyfriend you ever had."

"Yeah, yeah" she giggles, a weight being lifted off her shoulders by his touch. She laid down, dragging him down with her and nuzzled into his chest.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "I missed this so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I've been such an idiot. But I'm gonna make it right, I promise." He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

She looked up at Johnny, his cocky smirk spreading across his face at her gaze. "What's the first thing you're gonna do, to make it right?" she teases.

Johnny chuckled, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I have a few ideas." He tilted her chin up, his lips brushing against hers lightly. "But first," he whispered, his voice low and seductive, "I think I owe you a proper kiss." Before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, pouring all his affection and desire into the moment. It was a promise, a declaration of his love and determination to make things right between them.

As they lock lips, a warmth builds deep within her, one only he can produce. She never truly realized how affected she was by him, he molded into every crevice of hers perfectly, like he was meant to be hers.

Johnny's heart swelled as their kiss deepened. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, never wanting to let go. He knew he had to cherish her, protect her from his anger and hot-headedness, and he was determined to do so. In that moment, all he wanted was to hold her, to make her feel loved and safe. He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of tenderness and devotion. "I love you," he whispered, "And I'm gonna spend every day showing you just how much."

"I love you, Johnny" she said, coming to smother him with another kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping into his mouth while they reclaimed each other with a tongue numbing kiss.

Johnny responded eagerly, his hands roaming her body as their kiss deepened. He couldn't get enough of her, as if he was trying to make up for lost time. His hands traced her curves, pulling her closer, as he poured all his emotions into the kiss. He had missed this, the undeniable connection they shared, and he never wanted it to end. As they finally pulled apart, panting, Johnny rested his forehead against hers, a mix of longing and contentment in his eyes. "I don't ever want to let you go again," he whispered.

"So don't be stupid again" she banters back, her lips wet from the contact. She stroked his back, his pheromones and sweat mixing to make such a stirring aroma.

Johnny couldn't resist her playful banter, his lips curving into a crooked grin. "I'll do my best, but you know me," he teased, his voice filled with mischief. He pulled her even closer, savoring the way their bodies fit together perfectly. "You have no idea the effect you have on me," he said, his voice laced with desire, as his lips found the soft skin of her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses. "I can't get enough of you."

"You never can" she purred, the blood rushing to her head from the high his lips gave her. She moved her hands to his hair, gripping onto his bleach blonde locks as he kissed her tenderly.

Johnny's heart raced as her fingers tangled in his hair, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He trailed kisses down her neck, each one more intense than the last. "You're right," he whispered against her skin, his voice low and husky. "I can't resist you." He nibbled at her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear. "You're my weakness."

She pulled him in tighter, she swore if he moved even a little bit away from her he'd disappear. "Hey I thought Kreese said you shouldn't have any weaknesses" she teased "It's not good for your karate."

Johnny laughed softly against her skin, his arms wrapping around her securely. "Screw Kreese," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "You're the best weakness a guy could have. I'd choose you over any trophy or title." He captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his hands roaming her body, as if to prove the depth of his devotion. "You've got me hooked, babe. There's no turning back now."

She giggled into his kiss, loved the rare moments when he was so needy and clingy to her, like his love was too much to bear. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, exploring him like she always used to.

Johnny reciprocated eagerly, his tongue meeting hers in a passionate dance. He poured all his desire and longing into the kiss, wanting to show her how much he missed her. His hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and dip, as if to memorize every detail. In this moment, nothing else mattered to him but her, and the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. "I want you," he murmured between kisses, his voice heavy with need. "I need you."

She let out a whimper at his pleas, he was never one to beg. He usually made her do that, it felt arousing to feel him under her spell. "Oh yeah?" she managed to gasp out a tease.

Johnny growled softly at her teasing, his desire only growing stronger. "Oh, you know it," he said, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "But I know you like it when I'm in charge." He nibbled at her lower lip, his smoldering gaze never leaving hers. "Are you gonna make me beg for it, babe? Because I will."

"I think I like the sound of that" she bit her lip, oh how the roles have reversed.

Johnny smirked at her reaction, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. "Begging it is then," he said, his voice low and husky. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed against each other. "Please," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I can't take another night without you. I need you, all of you. Show me how much you miss me too." He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands exploring the contours of her body as he whispered sweet nothings into her skin. "Please, babe. I'm desperate for you."

She smirks at his words, "Mm" she hums, goosebumps rising all over her.

Johnny continued to trail kisses down her neck, his lips grazing her collarbone. He moved even lower, nuzzling against her chest. "Please," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "I'll do anything. Just say the word and I'm yours." He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. "I can't live without you, baby. You're my oxygen." He gently took one of her hands, placing it on his chest, right above his heart. "Feel how fast it beats for you."

She felt the organ inside him beat like it was the last thing on earth. "I think I'd feel better if your shirt was off.." she teases.

Johnny's eyes darkened at her suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Is that so, babe?" he replied, his voice low and seductive. He leaned back, stripping off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his toned, sculpted chest. He flexed his muscles playfully. "Better now?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his lips.

She was hypnotized by his biceps, I mean, how couldn't she be. He was a Greek god in the making and he was totally and utterly desperate for her, she felt so lucky. "A lot, thanks" she responded, her throat beginning to feel dry.

Johnny chuckled, his ego boosted by her obvious admiration. "Like what you see, huh?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He took her hand, guiding it to his chiseled chest. "You can touch, you know," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I'm all yours." His free hand snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer, his lips grazing her ear. "And I plan to show you just how much I need you tonight."

She reaches out and trails down his shoulders, his arms, down his chest and abdomen. She found it hard not to moan at just him under her hands, he was so fit. His warm tan skin felt smooth under her fingers, "I bet you are.." she meant to tease, but it came out as more of a plea.

Johnny's breath hitched at her touch, his body burning with desire. He couldn't resist the way her hands explored him, the way they sent electric jolts of pleasure through him. "Oh, I am," he said, his voice husky with passion. "And I plan to make you feel just how much." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming her back, tracing every contour of her body. "You drive me insane, babe," he whispered against her lips. "I want to devour you."

She couldn't hold back the guttural groan at his suggestive words. "I missed how dirty you talk to me" she sighs, closing the gap between their lips.

Johnny smirked against her lips, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "You have no idea how much I've missed this," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "And I'm not gonna hold back anymore." He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a heated dance. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed a trail down her neck. "I'm gonna remind you just how wild I can get," he said, his voice a low growl.

Images flash in her mind of their past times, the steamy back seats, the sneaking off at the beach, him covering her mouth when her parents were in the other room. Johnny really did get wild. She squirmed as his lips moved down her.

Johnny could feel her squirm beneath him, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. He reveled in the way she responded to his touch, the way her body arched against his. He made his way lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, his hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. "You like that, huh?" he teased, his voice laced with desire. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet."

"Take it off" she begs him, her brain firing off rapidly at the sight of him doing what he does best-- driving her crazy.

Johnny eagerly complied, lifting her shirt over her hips and discarding it on the floor. He leaned back, taking in the sight of her. "Damn, you're so beautiful," he exhaled, his voice laced with desire. He ran a finger over the curve of her breast, savoring the way she arched into his touch. "How did I ever let you slip away?" he murmured, his lips finding her collarbone.

She moans as her body responds to him, it was nothing new-- how little he had to do to make her lose control of herself. "You're driving me insane."

Johnny chuckled against her skin, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Good," he said, his voice thick with desire. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." He continued his trail of kisses down her body, teasing her with the lightest of touches. He reached the waistband of her pants, tugging at them gently. "You want more, babe?" he asked, looking up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She nodded feverishly, "Yes Johnny. Please. I need more." She writhes under the teasing touch of his hands.

Johnny relished in her response, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants, slowly slipping them down over her hips. "You're so impatient," he teased, his voice low and husky. "But I'm gonna take my time with you, babe. I want to savor every moment." He traced his finger down the length of her inner thigh, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her squirm with anticipation.

He was pressing every single one of her buttons, he was too damn good at it. One thing about Johnny, he might mess up, but somehow she was always begging him for more after. Her breath hitched with anticipation, the skin under his touch tingled. "God, don't do this to me. Don't tease me like this" she whimpered.

Johnny chuckled, his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh. "But I love teasing you, babe," he said, his voice filled with a teasing lilt. "It drives you crazy, and that's exactly what I want." He continued to trail his fingers upwards, just barely grazing over the fabric of her panties, his eyes locked on her face, savoring every reaction. "Beg for it," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to hear you beg for me."

And just like that, the roles were back to normal. "Please Johnny" her throaty begs fill the quiet room "Do whatever you want to me- anything to me-- just make me feel good. I need you so badly."

Johnny's eyes darkened with desire as her words filled the room. He could feel her anticipation, her desperate need for him and it only fueled his own desire. He moved closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke, his voice low and seductive. "Anything, huh?" he whispered. "That's a dangerous thing to say to me, babe. But I'm more than willing to oblige."

He captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, teasing her with a skillful touch. He toyed with her core, his fingers tracing circles around her most sensitive spot. "How does that feel, babe?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Is that what you wanted?"

Her back snaps up as she arches in pleasure, her needs being quenched. "Oh god.." she whimpers, little pants slipping out of her mouth "Johnny it's amazing.. feels so good.."

Johnny's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her writhe and gasp beneath him. He loved seeing her lose control, the way her body seemed to respond to his every touch. He intensified his movements, his fingers finding a steady rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "You like that, huh?" he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "You like how I make you feel?"

"Love it" she slurs, his digits making her lose all thoughts other than the circular motion of his fingers against her sensitive clit. "I fucking love it Johnny" she moans.

Johnny's heart raced at her words, the fire inside him burning stronger than ever. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With a final, skillful motion, he pushed her over the edge, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "That's it, babe," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let go for me."

She moved her hands to his pants, grabbing a hold of his bulge. "But.. I want.." she pants, giving him a knowing look.

Johnny groaned at her touch, his desire for her only growing stronger. He knew what she wanted, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He leaned in, his lips finding her neck, his hands working to release himself from the confines of his pants. "You want me to fuck your sweet brains out, don't you?" he whispered, his voice husky and filled with need.

She blushed at his bluntness, "Yes Johnny" she said softly as she slipped him out of his shorts and boxers. She began eagerly stroking him, showing him how badly she needed him inside her.

“Easy now” his self restraint snapping “You're gonna make me cum before I even got to wear you out.” He tore off her panties, spreading her legs sinfully as he slid between her legs. He bared his weight on both of his forearms, planking above her as he rested his tip at her entrance.

She lined him up, her eyes silently begging for him to take her. He slowly thrusted into her wet heat, shuttering at the familiar pleasure, she returned the shutter with the familiar burn. “Fucking christ” Johnny groaned “I dont know how I went weeks without this.”

She gripped tightly onto his biceps, digging her fingernails into him with each stroke. She wasn't used to his size, not after almost a month without it. He quickened his pace, both of them getting lost in the pleasure.

She let her head fall back, eyes pinned shut in pleasure, Johnny smirked at the sight he had drilled into her. “So pretty for me” he growled, his hand firmly grasping her neck “Look at me when I fuck you, baby” he demanded. Her eyes flew open, her lips parted as little moans and pans ran through her throat. He took his thumb and caressed her bottom lip.

He swiftly pulled out, flipping her on her back. He brought her hips up to his as he slammed into her once more God- he loved how easily he could use her, plus, it was a hell of a view, one he’d missed. “You like how deep I am?” he leaned down near here ear, fucking her relentlessly.

“Yes” She screams into her pillow, tearing of pleasure harboring at her lash line. She felt the coil inside her begin to undo itself.

He snapped his hips into her, his strokes getting slower and deeper “That's my girl.” He felt her tiger getting around him, he knew she was close to being finished. “Say my fucking name baby” he begs, getting lost in his own pleasure, being inside her was almost too much to handle.

She grips her bedsheets, her arch getting weaker as she approaches her climax. “Johnny! God, Johnny… Please Johnny” she cries out, tightening around him as her whole body is hit with weaves of ecstasy. This drives Johnny over the edge as he pulls out and paints her back with his cum. “Fucking-Shit..” he curses as hee strokes out the remaining fluids, admiring his work.

She lays there, quivering underneath him. He wipes the remaining evidence off her with his shirt, then collapses onto the bed next to her, the afterglow of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, as he let out a content sigh. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of awe. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, savoring the moment. "I've missed you so damn much, babe."

"I've missed you" she says trying to catch her breath. "I love you Johnny, I'm glad you broke into my room" she giggles.

Johnny chuckles, his heart swelling at her words. "I love you too," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "And don't worry, I'll break in again if I have to." He nuzzles her hair, inhaling her scent. "I couldn't stay away from you any longer. I had to see you, touch you, be with you.”

She kisses his shoulder, "Johnny, do you think you can stay the night?" she asks. He used to spend the night all of the time, he'd sneak over and leave when he wanted because she had a lock on her door.

Johnny smiles softly, his heart swelling at her request. "Of course, babe," he says, his arms tightening around her. "I'll stay as long as you want me to. I don't ever want to leave your side again." He kisses her forehead, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "Just like old times, right?"

"Right" she smiled, resting her head and arm on his chest, listening to his heart thump in his chest. The sound makes a wave of peace wash over her, it's so soothing and cyclical. Her eyes slowly shut as she drifts back into a deep sleep.

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shelbgrey · 3 months ago

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Hot for teacher(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso!Reader

Summary: fuck around and find out🤷

Warrings: SMUT, age gap(of age tho), has that mark Sloan and Lexi Grey 'teach me' vibes, unprotected sex, slight Dom!Johnny, sensei kink, fingerimg, cream pie?, wall sex, dirty talk, innuendos, not edited.

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That night y/n ended up at his karate dojo, she didn't know why - or maybe she did, she wanted to see him more than anything. It was after hours, the dojo closed and classes were over for the day. The door wasn't locked yet.

“You know, you should really lock your doors after hours” y/n called out, walking in. She figured he was in his office. She walked deeper into the dojo, taking it in. It was so different, but you get that growing up and training with miyagi. As she walked past the weapons display, curiously picking up a bo staff.

Johnny wasn't sure if there was even someone in the dojo or if it was his imagination. That was until he heard a familiar voice call him. He peeked out of his office, and spotted the tiny curvy brunette holding his bow staff and walking around like she owned the place. Damn. She's cute he thought before snapping out of it and making his way over to her.

“What are you doing here, y/n?”

She ignored his question Seriously, Of course she ignored his question. Typical. Y/n twirled the staff between her fingers, she learned to use one way back when her and Daniel were being taught by Terry Silver. “some psychopath could just walts in and rob you blind, maybe even kick your ass” she smirked, twirling the staff between her fingers skillfully.

Johnny tried to keep from watching her hands gracefully flipping the staff, reminding himself that it was totally not a turn on. Totally. Johnny leaned against the wall of the dojo and crossed his muscular arms against his chest, one eyebrow raised as he watched her with amused interest.

He had to admit. She was handling the staff like a seasoned pro. Which was unexpected. He couldn't help but watch her, there was something so captivating about this tiny, curvy little thing confidently and effortlessly handling the staff like it weighed nothing. Johnny's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail. ‘Damn’ he thought to himself. ‘Snap out of it. She's off limits to you’

Y/n lifted the staff, resting it on her shoulder. She shamelessly checked him out, he was still wearing that damn black gi. It wasn't fair how hot he looked in it, the best part was how it showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

Damnit.

Johnny caught her checking him out, and a smirk formed on his face. It made him want to tease her a little. He shifted his weight, leaning even further against the wall and raised an eyebrow. “I can feel you staring, princess” He said in a low, teasing voice, his smirk only growing wider.

“Can you blame me��

Johnny's smirk turned into a cocky grin at her response. He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to her, closing the distance between them. “I suppose I can't,” he admitted, his gaze roaming over her body again. He tried to keep his eyes off her curves, but he couldn't help it. “But I'd love to hear you say why”

“Just checking you out, sensei” the way she said sensei was almost seductive - no it just plain was. But it was also in a submissive way that was fake and condescending. Y/n circled him, bo staff at her side and trailing behind her. “I've been meaning to broaden my horizon in my karate skills”

Damnit. Why'd she have to say it like that? It made something stir inside him, something he was desperately trying to ignore. Johnny's gaze darkened as he followed her circling him. He watched her as she moved, his eyes lingering on her curves and the way her clothing hugged her figure.

“Broadening your horizon, huh?” He said, his voice lowering. “And what exactly are you hoping to learn, princess?”

“Anything you want to teach me, sensei. I'm a fast learner” y/n smirked.

Johnny chuckled at her smirk, his gaze still roaming her body. “Anything I want, hmm?”

He moved closer to her, closing the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of her, towering over her. He reached out and lightly traced the edge of her jaw with one finger, his touch gentle but possessive.

She looked him in the eyes, lust filling hers. “teach me”

The lust in her eyes only made the desire within him burn hotter. He let his hand trail down her neck, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin there before coming to rest on her hip. He pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching. “You want me to teach you?” He said, his voice low and gruff. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

“Karate, that is” y/n smirked, gently pushing him back with the bo staff, Johnny let out a low growl. She did this all just to tease him, just to see what buttons to push.

He immediately caught the teasing tone in her voice and rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You're a little tease, you know that, Princess?”

Johnny lunged forward, grabbing the staff and using it to pull her closer, his other hand wrapping around her slim waist, her body pressed against him now. Y/n placed her hand on his chest, keeping her grip on the bo staff with the other hand. “maybe I just hunger for knowledge, you can never know too much”

Johnny's chest was firm and toned beneath her hand, and he had to fight back the urge to move his hand from her waist to cup her ass. “Oh, I think you know plenty” Johnny's eyes darkened as he looked down at her, a smirk still on his face.

“Defense karate is fun in all and I've dabbled in taekwondo. But maybe I want to learn more,” she paused. “So, teach me”

Johnny felt his dick throb in his pants as she spoke, the implication clear. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to say yes, to teach her everything he knew in the bedroom - about karate. His grip on her hip tightened slightly as his hand gently squeezed her hip. “You're a demanding little thing, aren't you?”

Johnny tilted his head, studying her for a moment before nodding. “Fine, I'll teach you. But first, you're gonna have to give me the staff”

Y/n stepped back, pointing at him with the staff. “Come and get it”

Johnny's eyes darkened at her challenge and he grinned. He lunged forward, moving with surprising speed and agility for a man his size. He quickly closed the distance between them, attempting to grab the staff from her. Y/n pulled it back, blocking him away with the staff.

Johnny's smirk widened as he realized that she was going to make this a challenge. He continued to push forward, trying to get close enough to grab the staff. But she was quick, parrying and blocking his every move with surprising skill and grace. “You're good, Princess, I'll give you that”

Johnny said, his eyes glittering with a mix of excitement and desire as they continued their little game. “You're using offense against someone who has years of defense,” y/n smirked, holding the staff behind her back. “maybe it's you who needs the teaching, sensei”

Johnny scoffed, his smirk turning into a cocky grin. He was enjoying this little game of theirs way too much. “Oh, You think you have me all figured out?” Johnny lunged forward once again, but this time he attempted to feint going for the staff in her back, and instead lunged for her waist. He spun her around, pinning her against the wall. He had one hand on her hip, the other grabbing the staff from her hand and throwing it away. He pressed her against the wall with his body, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion of their little game.

“You were saying something about me needing the teaching, Doll?”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she paused, staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Johnny smirked, noticing the effect he was having on her. His body was pressed against hers, pinning her against the wall. He leaned in, his face inches from hers, his gaze intense and desire evident in his eyes. “I've got you cornered now, princess. Any more bratty little comebacks?”

“No, sensei”

Johnny's smirk widened at her response. He could feel her body pressed against his and it was taking all his willpower to resist the urge to kiss her. He let his hand slide up her side, his thumb lightly brushing over the sensitive skin of her hip. “Now that's what I like to hear. A little obedience goes a long way”

His mind was racing with ideas of all the things he could do to her, but he knew he had to keep his composure. He couldn't let himself lose control. Not yet. “So, Princess, are you ready to learn now? Or are you still going to give me any sass?”

“I can learn”

“Good girl,” Johnny smirked at her words and he nodded. He slowly pulled away from her, stepping back and giving her some space. He picked up the staff and turned to face her, his expression serious now. “See, a little obedience is not hard at all, is it princess?”

“No, sensei” she whispered.

The way she called him 'sensei' again nearly made him groan. Fuck, she was perfect. He held the staff out and slipped it behind her, pressing it to her lower back. He pulled her closer with it. Y/n pressed her hands to his chest, sliping one in the opening of his gi. Her finger brushed against his skin.

Johnny sucked in a breath as her fingers grazed his chest. His abdominal muscles tightened and he had to fight back a moan. He watched as her fingers toyed with the opening of his gi, slowly inching lower. “Johnny” she said softly.

Johnny swallowed hard as her fingers dipped lower, brushing against his abs. The way she whispered his name sent a jolt straight to his dick. He grabbed her wrist with his free hand, halting her teasing motions and she looked back up at him. His eyes were dark and unreadable as he looked down at her. He could feel his self-control slipping, his body aching to pull her into his arms and forget about the training entirely. He squeezed her wrist gently, warning her to stop. “Baby”

“Yes, sensei?”

Johnny's grip on her wrist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over her pulse point. He was torn between scolding her for being so distracting and pulling her into a kiss. “You're making it very hard to teach you right now”

“I think we both know this isn't about teaching”

His smirk returned at her bold statement. He pulled the staff away from her back slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're not wrong,” He watched as her hands slid up his chest again, slowly driving him crazy. “y/n” He warned softly.

She gripped the front of his gi. “I always thought you looked so fucking good in this thing”

His eyes widened slightly at her sudden profanity, a spark of excitement in his gaze. He could feel his dick getting harder by the second as she gripped his gi. He swallowed hard, unable resist any longer. With a low groan, he dropped the staff and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips crashed against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. He kissed her like he was starving for it, his tongue immediately seeking entrance.

Y/n moaned desperately against his lips, her tongue tangling with his as her hands went to his hair. Johnny's hands slid down to grip her ass, squeezing as he deepened the kiss. He ground his hardening cock against her, not caring anymore if she could feel how much she was affecting him. One hand left her ass to fist in her hair, tilting her head to kiss her more thoroughly. Y/n gasped, arching her hips against him out of instinct. She moaned feeling his erection press against her core.

He growled against her lips, the sound rumbling through his chest. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. He knew he was leaving marks, but he didn't care. He wanted everyone to see that she was his. “J-Johnny” she moaned softly.

Johnny's mind finally snapped. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the training room wall. He pressed her back against it, caging her in with his arms as he continued to kiss and bite at her neck. Y/n’s skin got hotter, like fire. She arched her back off the wall, rutting against the erection that was pressing against his black pants. She pulled his black headband off his forehead, making his blond locks messier.

Fuck. The combination of her arching against him and removing his headband completely undid him. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall as he ground his hips against hers. “You should stop before I -”

Y/n gasped, her heart pounding as she stared into his blue eyes. “before you what?”

His breath hitched, chest rising and falling quickly. His usually controlled voice came out gravelly and thick. “Before I fuck you against this wall without any fucks to give about who might walk in” He thrust against her again for emphasis, making sure she could feel every inch of his hard cock.

“Maybe I don't have any fucks to give either,” her wrists twisted in his grip, desperate to touch him. “and no one is gonna walk in, unless you a few ghosts around here” y/n said softly, soaking through her panties just from even the slightest movement against her.

A pained groan left Johnny's lips as she spoke her desires aloud. He'd never wanted anyone more than he wanted her at that moment. He brought his face down to rest in the crook of her neck, inhaling her name like a prayer. His grip on her wrists tightened, and he let out a shaky breath. “You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?” He ground against her again, feeling the heat and moisture through her clothes.

“Y-yes,” y/n's breath hitched, the clothes blocking them from each other made sexual frustration increase. “yes, sensei”

Johnny let out a strangled groan at her admission, his self-control crumbling by the second. With a swift movement, he released her wrists and grabbed the hem of her tank top, yanking it upwards impatiently. Once it was on the floor in a wrinkle mess, y/n took her opportunity to yanked the top of his gi the rest of the way open and pushed it off his shoulders. He let out a hiss as his gi fell to the floor, leaving him bare-chested. His abs clenched as she touched him, her small hands exploring his muscles. “Fuck”

Y/n leaned in and kissed just below his jaw then traveled south. Her hands gripped his shoulders. God, he was perfect. Her hands traveled down his shoulders and over his biceps. Y/n shuddered softly, brushing her fingers down his torso as her core throbbing against his erection.

His abs tightened with each touch, each kiss she placed on his body. He could feel her thighs squeezing his waist, her core rubbing against his dick. He growled softly, watching as her small hands mapped out his body like she was trying to memorize it. “Jesus”

His hands roamed up her sides, his fingers splaying out on her ribcage possessively. He looked down at her as she touched him, his blue eyes darkening with each passing second. He needed more. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. Their eyes met and she quickly nodded, giving him the green light to undress her the rest of the way. With a sharp tug, Johnny ripped her shorts and panties down her legs, revealing her slick folds. He groaned lowly at the sight, drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. His fingers trailed teasingly along her inner thigh, brushing achingly close to her dripping center.

“J-Johnny” she stuttered.

He looked up at her with hooded eyes, a smirk playing at his lips as he enjoyed the way she trembled under his touch. “What do you want, hmm?” His fingers continued their maddening trail up her thigh. “Want me to touch your perfect little pussy?”

“Y-yes” y/n shuddered desperately, her head tilting back against the wall and squeezing his biceps to ground herself.

His smirk turned dangerous. He loved watching her like this - needy, breathless, practically begging for his touch. He paused, his first two fingers barely touching you, his voice dropped. “‘yes’ what?”

“Y-yes, sensei” she whimpered desperately.

His smirk widened wolfishly. “You want my fingers inside you?” He dragged his fingers through her folds softly, teasingly. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, his voice dropped lower, almost unrecognizable. “Answer me”

“Yes, sensei,” y/n shuddered, rutting her hips against his hand. “p-please”

With a low growl of approval, Johnny thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. Y/n gasped, gripping his biceps and pressed her back against the wall for Leverage. He began to pump them in and out slowly, his thumb circling her clit in tight circles. His other hand gripped her hip tightly, keeping her in place.

“Oh, shit” she shuddered, staring into his blue eyes.

Johnny's pupils dilated as he watched her response, a shudder of pleasure running through him at her helpless gasps and moans. He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, angling them to stroke her inner walls just right. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, determined to drive her wild.

“J-Johnny!”

His name on her lips sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock. He could feel her inner walls clenching around his fingers, her body responding beautifully to his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “That's it, baby. Let go for me”

Breathlessly moans left her lips uncontrollably. Johnny could feel her tightening around his fingers, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She was close, and fuck if that didn't make him harder. He pressed his thumb down firmly on her clit as his fingers curled up sharply inside her. “Come on my fingers”

Y/n gasped, the knot in her stomach snapping. He groaned deeply, feeling her orgasm pulse around his fingers. He continued to move them slowly inside her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. His thumb gently rubbed her clit, coaxing more moans from her lips. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath ragged. His name left her lips in that broken, satisfied whisper, destroying any remaining self-control he had. His voice came out thick and heated. “Fuck, you're beautiful when you come apart like that” He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean.

Y/n shuddered, her heart pounding as she caught her breath. He watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers as he sucked the last of her juices from his fingers. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching to be inside her. But he wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment. “You taste so fucking sweet”

“I need you” she mumbled.

Johnny smirked at her desperate plea. He quickly pushed his pants down just enough to free his hard length. He lifted one of her legs up against his hip, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall. “Is this what you need, baby?”

Y/n whimpered desperately. “p-please”

Johnny couldn't take it anymore. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling her wetness coat him. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Y/n's head fell back in pleasure, digging her nails into his back as they both moaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming. “Fuck” He groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Johnny hissed sharply from the pleasurable sting of her nails, his hips jerking involuntarily as he sank even deeper. He could feel every tight, wet inch of her surrounding him, clinging to him. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in as he fought for control.

Y/n tugged at his hair, raising her hips and wrapping her other leg around his waist, making Johnny's eyes rolled back as he sank deeper. He started moving his hips, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. The position had him hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, making her cry out and claw at his back.

“Oh, shit,” y/n cried out. “right there”

Johnny's lips curled into a smug smirk against her neck as he felt her tighten around him, hitting that spot perfectly with each thrust. He knew exactly where to hit to make her fall apart. He wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them up and spreading her wider. "Right here, baby?”

“Yes!”

Johnny's pace became relentless, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision as he pounded into her, over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixed with their loud moans and cries. “Take it, take my fucking cock like a good girl”

“Yes, sensei” y/n whimpered, her head falling forward against his shoulder. Her moans muffled as she bit down on his skin, making Johnny groan. The sensation of her teeth on his skin sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.

He loved how she submitted to him, how she took every inch of him without hesitation. “Fucking hell” he grunted, his thrusts becoming even more ferocious.

“I'm close” y/n shuddered, her breathing getting heavier.

Johnny could feel her body tensing around him, her inner walls clenching tightly as she approached her climax. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting that sweet spot even more intensely with each thrust. “Come on, baby.”

Y/n reached the edge unexpectedly, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became stary and blurred, her legs tighten around his hips and her nails bit into his biceps, Johnny watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while her head fell back against the wall. Her orgasm washed over her, loud moans and pants were coming out from her mouth.

Johnny's eyes never left hers as she completely unraveled. He could feel her entire body convulsing around him, her pussy contracting so tightly it was like a vice around his throbbing length. “Fuck, Johnny” y/n moaned softly and breathlessly.

He wrapped his arms around her legs again, pulling them even higher and wider as he continued to pound into her convulsing body. He was chasing his own release. “Look at me”

Y/n gulped, staring into his blue eyes, he pupils blown. Johnny stared intensely into her dazed eyes, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing violently inside her, but he held back, focused solely on bringing her to the peak again. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you come undone like this,”

Y/n buryed her face into his neck, muffling her moans. He felt her body shudder violently against him, her muffled moans vibrating against his neck as she came undone for the second time. It was too much. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep, animalistic groan, Johnny finally let go, his cock pulsing violently as he erupted inside her. His hips jerked forward uncontrollably, emptying himself in powerful spurts. He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her flush against him as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him.

“F-fuck!”

He buried his face into her neck, his breathing hot and heavy as he rode out the aftershocks of his release. He could feel her trembling beneath him, still sensitive and shuddering from her own release. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Slowly pulling back to look at her face, his eyes filled with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness. He was still inside her, not ready to break their connection yet. One hand gently cupped her cheek, thumb brushing across her swollen lips. “Jesus Christ”

Y/n shuddered softly, catching her breath as Johnny studied her face, taking in the flushed skin, the glassy eyes, the swollen lips. He leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her mouth. It was a stark contrast to the rough, passionate kisses they had shared earlier. This one was filled with affection and reverence.

“Thanks for the lesson, sensei” y/n joked softly, smirking lazily as carded her fingers through his messy hair.

He chuckled softly against her lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “The pleasure was all mine, actually” He pressed another quick kiss to her lips before slowly pulling out, making them both gasp at the sensitive contact.

Johnny groaned softly, the slick friction sending little sparks of pleasure through his oversensitive cock. He set her gently down on shaky legs, keeping one arm securely around her waist. “Easy there,” he murmured, grinning at her unsteady stance.

“I'm good”

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his gaze roaming over her flushed skin and swollen lips. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he took in her disheveled appearance. “You look thoroughly fucked” he said approvingly.

“I feel thoroughly fucked”

Johnny laughs softly, catching her face in his hands “And you loved every fucking minute of it, didn't you?” His thumbs traced her swollen lower lip “Those pretty legs are probably going to feel this tomorrow.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Totally worth it” she smiled lazily.

He smiled softly, his heart skipping a beat at her words. He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest, something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “You're amazing,” he laughs softly “Fucking amazing”

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. He felt content and surprisingly gentle towards her, a side of him he hadn't shown anyone in a long time. “Come on,” he murmured.

“Come on, what?” she asked softly.

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes soft and warm “Let's get cleaned up and order some food. I'm fucking starving,” He grinned, giving her a playful smack on the ass. “And then maybe we can do this again, hmm?”

“definitely do this again”

He laughed, the sound rich and deep as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. “definitely” He felt a sense of ease and comfort with her that he hadn't experienced with anyone else. He couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment. He had found something special with her, something he hadn't even known he was missing.

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itsnesss · 6 months ago

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Could you perhaps write some (older) Daniel LaRusso x fem!reader smut and also include like the after care and just have Daniel treating the reader like an absolute princess? I really love your works

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 | daniel larusso × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | old daniel, smut with little plot, explicit content, oral sex (reader!receives), p in v, size kink, unprotected sex

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

“You're a princess.”

It's the first thing he says every time he sees you, when he looks at you with a soft, affectionate smile. And today is no different. You're sitting on the couch in Daniel's house, the soft afternoon light filtering through the windows, while he approaches with two cups of coffee. The way he looks at you makes your heart race, and it's not because of the coffee.

“Do you like coffee, princess?” he asks in his soft tone, the one he only uses when he's near you.

You nod, feeling as if the entire universe has reduced to this moment. To him.

“I always like it when you make it.”

He watches you, his blue eyes glowing with a touch of admiration. It's not just what you say, it's how you say it, and he knows it.

“You're perfect, you know that?” he says as he sits next to you, his hand touching yours, caressing it gently.

You blush, although you know he means it. Everything you do, he sees with that mix of awe and devotion, as if every detail about you is gold. But there's something more, something that makes you want more.

You let your finger trace small circles on his hand, and he responds immediately, as if he's in tune with every movement of yours. It's not just his kindness, it's that masculine energy he carries with him. And it excites you.

“Daniel…” you whisper, your voice low, as if tempting him.

He leans towards you, the distance between you two shortening, the air thickening. His breath brushes against your neck, and for a moment, everything else fades. It's just him, and it's just you.

“What, princess?” he whispers, his lips almost touching your skin.

You shiver slightly. He knows you're nervous, but he also knows you're attracted to him, that you want more. And he always knows how to give you what you need.

Gently lifting your face, you look into his eyes, searching for the same spark you feel burning inside you. And when you find it, your lips meet his in a soft but urgent kiss. Time stops, but only for a moment.

“You're everything I ever wanted,” he whispers against your lips, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you closer.

You feel the warmth of his body, and the softness of his touch only increases your desire. He pulls away a bit, looks at you, and then, as if he can't wait anymore, he kisses you again, but this time with more intensity. You let out a sigh when he presses you against him, and his tongue finds yours. But it's not a violent or desperate kiss; it's a kiss that makes you feel like you're the only person in his life.

The intensity of the kiss makes you feel dizzy, and only when Daniel pulls away a bit, are you able to breathe again. You look at him and see a man who craves you, who needs you. And you know you're in the same place.

"I want to make you feel good, princess," he says as his hand begins to caress your legs, brushing against your thigh over your pants.

You tremble a little at his touch, but you don't resist. You want more. You need it, like air to breathe. And he knows it.

He begins kissing you again, and this time his lips travel down your neck, soft but firm. You have to stifle the scream that rises in your throat. He makes you feel so good that you can barely stand it.

When it reaches your collarbone, the buttons of your shirt start to fall off. You don't know who did it, but you feel it. The silk of your blouse opens to reveal a black lace bra, and you feel exposed and vulnerable.

But he looks at you as if you were the most precious treasure he has ever seen in his life. And gently begins to take off your blouse.

"Don't worry, princess. I will be here to protect you from everything".

You will let out a small gasp of pleasure when his hand brushes against your nipples, barely covered by your bra. You feel it harden through his pants. You don't have to do anything to feel loved, and that's what you like the most. You have him as excited as he has you, and you want to feel it. You want to feel him inside you, savor his touch.

But Daniel has a plan, and he begins to go down, his mouth caressing your abdomen, his tongue exploring the skin that is revealed as he descends. You feel him moving slowly, as if it were the first touch he has felt in years. It's gentle but intense, and you know he is in control.

"You should see yourself, princess. You are so beautiful" He says, as he pulls your pants down.

You want to object, you want to do something, but his kiss silences you. Gently licking over your panties, barely grazing them. Then he stops and looks at you, his eyes shining with desire.

"Tell me, princess, what do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice a whisper in the room, the echo of your hurried breath.

You look at him, and you can't help but smile. It's as if he were at your feet, waiting for you to tell him what to do.

"I want you to make me feel good, Daniel," you say as you gently tug at his hair. He is so gentle that you don't have to try very hard for him to do what you ask.

That makes him smile. I understand that you are a very important part of his life, and that he will always be there to make you happy. And you couldn't feel more loved.

His mouth caresses your skin again, and this time it goes lower, until it reaches your pussy. You feel it warm up, his breath on your skin and his fingers exploring your inner lips. A moan escapes you as he slides down with his tongue, brushing just the top of your lips. You feel it move carefully, as if it were afraid. And you know he doesn't.

"Shh, princess… You don't have to speak" you say, while gently tugging her hair.

He nods, without pulling away from your pussy, and gently licks from top to bottom, exploring you, savoring you. You have to bite your lips to avoid screaming when his fingers approach your clitoris. You feel it throb with every lick, with every caress. And soon you begin to feel a tension growing inside you.

"Daniel!" you scream as you begin to dye with pleasure.

He doesn't stop. In fact, he presses a little harder against you, his fingers gently caressing your clitoris while he continues to lick. You feel yourself reaching the edge of orgasm, how the pleasure begins to take control. And in that moment, you let yourself go.

You let out a small scream as your body tenses, the pleasure exploding like fire. Your mind clouds for a moment, but you feel Daniel hugging you tightly while gently stroking your back, trying to help you relax.

You do it, allowing him to caress you, to hug you while you relax. And you know he will do it for as long as you want.

You feel him move towards you, cuddle you in his arms as if he were going to protect you from the whole world.

"You are so beautiful, princess" he says, while gently kissing your neck.

Your response is just a smile, a sigh of pleasure. You don't have to say anything else. He understands. You know it.

Shortly after, you hear him getting up. He looks up and you see him taking off his clothes. Then he looks you in the eyes and tells you something you know is true.

"You are beautiful, princess. You make me feel alive every time you look at me".

Just minutes later, he positions himself above you, his hardened member pointing downwards. You feel a moan in your throat when you feel him press against your entrance, trying to open you up. Your vagina tightens a little when he begins to enter you, but soon it opens, allowing him to penetrate you completely.

You feel that he fills you in a way you've never felt before. Daniel is a big man, and his member is no exception. But soon it slides easily inside you, as if it had always been there.

A scream escapes you when it starts to move, its rhythm fast and urgent. It doesn't hurt, but you can't help feeling small compared to him. Which makes you feel loved and protected. A thought that quickly fades away when pleasure begins to grow again.

"You are so tight, princess..." he says with a whisper between his teeth.

You feel a pride growing inside you at his words. Not only are you important to him, you are everything to him. And you can feel it in every thrust.

You feel how the rhythm becomes faster and faster, as if Daniel couldn't stop. And you know why. You need him as much as he needs you. You can't wait for him to fill you up, to make you feel like you belong to him. And you can feel that he can't either. Then, an explosive orgasm takes control, and both scream as they let themselves go. They feel themselves losing control. They feel like they are being carried away.

And it's incredible.

A moment later, you feel Daniel gently caressing your thighs, wiping away the semen that has come out of you. Then he looks at you and smiles, his eyes shining with a touch of tenderness.

You look at him and nod, knowing that there's only one thing you can say.

"You are incredible, Daniel." And you know it's true. It's incredible.

You see him smile again before kissing you. He cuddles up to you, gently stroking your back.

"You are mine, princess. And I am yours" he says, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist.

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dljcem · 29 days ago

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daniel larusso fluff alphabet? <33

— ❀⋆˙ JUNA

daniel larusso x gn!reader

tags: fluff alphabet, not proofread, written with karate kid 1 daniel in mind

“i don’t have to think; with you, there’s no pretending.”

a- admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

he loves how you can stand up for yourself. he’s more than happy to step in when needed—show off a few of his trusty karate moves—but it’s always captivating to see you hold your own. the fire in your eyes is enough to make him melt.

b- body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he likes your eyes—how they soften with concern after his rougher practices, how they light up with excitement when he shows up unannounced. he could stare into them all day and never get tired. but he’s still a teenage boy at heart, so… he thinks your thighs are pretty nice, too.

c - cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

his preference is holding you from behind—wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head in the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. there’s something so intimate about it—it makes him feel soft and a little mushy inside. he’s not opposed to being held, either.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he hasn’t given the future much thought—life in the present keeps him plenty busy—but he’s always known he wants to settle down someday. get married, have a kid or two, maybe a dog just because. it’s one of those certainties he’s carried with him for as long as he can remember. and when he meets you, something shifts. suddenly, it’s not just a distant dream—it’s a real, tangible future.

he’s not exactly skilled in the kitchen or all that handy with chores, but he’s more than willing to try. even if it ends with the floor soaked or eggs somehow stuck to the ceiling.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he wouldn’t take it lightly. even if he’s not in love with you anymore, he still respects you more than anyone else. he’s not the type to ghost or pull away quietly—he’d want to talk, even if his voice shakes the whole way through.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

he’s all for commitment. when it comes to relationships, he’s headstrong—and when he knows you’re the one, he’s all in. no hesitation, no second-guessing. as for timing, he’d probably pop the question not long after you both turn eighteen. he doesn’t see the point in waiting around. he’s certain about you, and he’s not afraid to show it.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s usually playful, full of teasing grins and comments—but when it matters, he can be gentle. physically, he’s always careful with you; not because he doubts your strength, but because he loves you. and he wants to treat you with the utmost respect, always.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he absolutely adores hugs. they become something of a tradition between the two of you—a wordless hello, goodbye, i love you, and everything in between. on ordinary days, his hugs are light—a quick wrap of his arms around your waist. but in the moments that matter, he holds on tighter, buries his face in your shoulder, and lets himself sink into the warmth of your skin.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

as soon as he knows, he says it. no second thoughts, no hesitation—it just slips out, unplanned but entirely genuine.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

he’s driven more by his heart than his head, so jealousy comes easily to him. it’s usually fleeting—just a heat-of-the-moment reaction—but it happens more often than he’d like to admit. when it does, he tends to get a little clingy: hugging you from behind, slipping a hand into your back pocket, anything to keep you close.

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

kisses turn into a habit between the two of you. soft ones in greeting, deeper ones as good luck charms before his tournaments. he’s a simple guy—he prefers kissing you on the lips, though your cheek is a close second. as for him, he’s not picky. kiss him anywhere, and he’ll melt. having your lips on him feels like a blessing, no matter what.

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s great at entertaining them—cracking jokes, making silly faces, playing games. but when it comes to calming them down or scolding them? yeah… that part doesn’t come as naturally.

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with him are slow and lazy. he loves his sleep, so getting out of bed is always a struggle. most days he’ll wrap his arms around you and plead for just a few more minutes. on busy mornings, the two of you move through your routine together—brushing your teeth in the same mirror, sharing breakfast, maybe even squeezing in a shower before heading out.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

nights with him are nothing short of comforting. he’s usually worn out by the end of the day, so his playful energy softens into something gentler. he’ll pull you close, half-listen to you talk with sleepy eyes, or run his fingers through your hair while telling you about his own day. it’s his favorite way to unwind—just the two of you, warm and safe.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he doesn’t always mean to, but he’s an open book the second he realizes how safe he feels around you. it doesn’t come out all at once, though—he shares things gradually, in passing comments and deep conversations.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

his emotions tend to get the best of him, so he can get frustrated pretty easily. but after a few early arguments, he learns to rein it in—when to bite his tongue, when to walk away, and when to simply listen. all because he cares about you that much.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers all the little things his brain latches onto—your coffee order, your favorite color, the way you fidget when you’re nervous. but birthdays and anniversaries? total blank sometimes. it’s like his brain forgets how to function when it actually counts.

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first date means the world to him. it was the night everything shifted—the night he realized how much better he was when he was with you. you went to an arcade. laughed until your stomachs hurt, took goofy photo booth pictures, shared a giant bottle of lemonade, and kissed—giggled into each other’s mouths with the taste of sugar and citrus on your lips.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s extremely protective. if someone even looks at you wrong, his body’s already on high alert—jaw tight, eyes sharp, muscles tensed like he’s ready to step in. he’d argue for you without hesitation, and if it came to it, he’d fight for you too.

being protected isn’t his favorite—it bruises his pride more than he’ll admit—but when you cheer him on or take his side in a fight, it makes his heart flutter.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts minimal effort into the everyday. over time, dates become part of your routine—grocery runs, sunrise bike rides, walks where you don’t really go anywhere but still end up holding hands. but for birthdays and anniversaries? he goes all out. decorations, plans, handwritten notes, the whole thing. he wants those memories to stick.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

his communication sucks at first. when he’s upset, he shuts down completely—goes quiet, pulls away, avoids you entirely like it’ll somehow fix things. he means well; he just doesn’t know how to talk about things without feeling overwhelmed or guilty. it takes time, and a lot of patience, but he slowly gets better.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he keeps himself clean and his hair in check, but beyond that, he doesn’t stress. says he’s “effortlessly charming” with a grin that both annoys and endears you. and honestly? he kind of is.

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

completely. you’re not just his partner—you’re part of his rhythm, his daily routine. he kisses you before class, eats lunch with you when he can, calls you before bed. when you’re not there, everything feels a little off. like he’s going through the motions without the part that makes them matter.

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

even though he’s soft with you most of the time, he loves sparring. something about the fire in your eyes when you’re trying to win makes his heart race. he never really minds losing either—because losing means you pinning him down, grinning with that victorious glint in your eye.

y - yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he can’t stand people who play games with feelings. loyalty matters a lot to him—he gives it fully and expects the same in return. if someone’s flaky, noncommittal, or treats love like it’s disposable, he’s out. no second chances.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he sleeps like a starfish—and somehow, you’re always the surface he lands on. one leg slung over your stomach, an arm across your chest, his face tucked into your shoulder. it’s sweet until you wake up sore and stiff and he just blinks at you like he has no clue in the whole wide world.

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malfoys-demigod · 11 months ago

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hey there! heard you were looking for some Logan fluff ideas. What about something where Logan’s significant other is pretty much his opposite. They are super happy, and like to laugh, they are really short compared to him, that sort of thing. And taking inspo from jenna marbles, what if the reader likes to sit there at like 1 or 2 in the morning watching tiktoks that make them laugh so hard they’re crying, and Logan will walk into the room and be confused until they show him some random, dumb tiktok. And he just kind of shakes his head but sits there with them while they continue to laugh at more tiktoks. I’m thinking Deadpool 3 Logan cause he’s the most serious out of any Logan. Thoughts?

Headcanons of Logan taking interest of his S/O’s tiktok fyp

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: Hi @welcometochilis585 !! Loved your thoughts and hoped you don't mind me using my own favorite tiktok trend right now which is the Daniel Larusso glazing Mr. Miyagi videos since it's been on my fyp and all I do is keep laughing every time I see it!

If you guys aren’t aware of the tiktok trend, I highly suggest you check it out on tiktok! It’s so funny and it’ll help make you understand the humor behind the fic! :)

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First of all, you were an entirely different person to your boyfriend.

He was such an old man that carried some of the following personalities: unenergetic, downbeat, and grave.

It was reasonable for people to wonder how the two of you became an item, but hey!

Opposites can attract!

Especially when it comes to height.

He was around 6’2, constantly towering your short built

That was one of the things he found cute about you

How a joyful and energetic person could run around for him to tower with his opposite energy and still be their same self.

Another thing he secretly liked about you was your uncontrollable laughter, laughing about anything and almost everything.

One time when Wade was throwing a party and invited everyone to come over, he once told you he was on a seafood diet.

“I’m on a ‘see-food’ diet. I see food, and I eat it. It’s surprisingly effective!”

You started giggling as if you’ve heard Wade’s best joke, even if it wasn’t.

Logan just watched you giggle, trying to keep a straight face.

But what he had a hard time finding funny for a while were the things you were watching on your phone, specifically on Tiktok.

At first, they were just moments by the couch when you’d start laughing at your phone and Logan, sitting beside you, would look over to your view and see nothing but people making weird faces and actions.

“BFFR” (Be fucking for real) was what came out of your mouth after watching some videos and Logan would just raise an eyebrow to himself, trying to decipher what you just said

The breaking point for Logan when he couldn’t help but want to know what was making his girl laugh more than his own regular old man jokes was when you started watching more tiktoks on your phone at night before sleeping.

While Logan was trying to sleep, you were still up at 2 in the morning, swiping from video to video, still giggling like you weren’t tired to sleep yet.

You were watching the recently viral “Cobra Kai Daniel Larusso Glazing Mr Miyagi” videos that were taking your fyp by storm.

The current video you were watching included the latest viral addition to the trend that had the chaotic “GET OUT!” meme included after Larusso would mention Mr. Miyagi that made you howl like a maniac, followed by heavy laughter.

Logan shot up from the bed, turning over to see you scrolling through the comments of the video. He looked really pissed. Not because you were keeping him from sleeping, but because he still couldn’t understand what was so funny. He wanted in.

“What the hell is that, darl?”

“Oh, sorry babe, was I too loud?”

“No, I wanna know what the hell is so funny. Can you at least try to explain to me your little tiktoks?”

You sat up, with a giddy smile, scooching closer to Logan. “Have you seen the Karate Kid movies from the 80s?”

“Yeah, ages ago.”

“Well there’s a reboot television show called Cobra Kai with some of the same characters from the movies and in the show, people have noticed that Daniel Larusso keeps glazing Mr. Miyagi every time he has the chance and on tiktok, people have been making edits where every time Larusso says Mr. Miyagi, there’s this funny “GET OUT” audio that’s included after which just makes the theory that Daniel’s somehow heads over heels with him.”

Logan looked at you with a concentrated face. You were hoping he somehow got it, but with the silence ongoing, Logan only seemed to have gotten confused with one tiny bit of your explanation.

“Right, but what’s a glazing?”

You bursted out laughing over a simple question. “Logan!”

“It’s basically to over praise or over compliment someone, and in this case, it’s over Mr. Miyagi.” you explained

You continued watching more of the mentioned tiktoks, teaching Logan how funny it was to you and how the repeated comments such as “Stroke it Daniel-san” and “Hai Daniel-san” would constantly make you laugh still, even after watching the same tiktoks with the same comment sections.

Logan kind of understood the humor behind the viral videos now, but he still just sat shaking his head as if he was watching the same videos all over again while you continued laughing your ass off and reading the comments after each video.

But at the end of the night, as you both settled into the bed all snuggled up together, the soft glow of the screen flickering in the dark, he found himself more captivated by your laughter than the videos themselves. You were curled up next to him, eyes sparkling with delight, as another clip played. He couldn’t quite grasp the humor the way you did, but it didn’t matter. The way your laughter bubbled up, pure and unfiltered, made his heart warm.

As you laughed, he couldn’t help but smile, soaking in the sound and the sight of your joy. It was infectious, and he loved seeing you so happy, your laughter filling the room with an energy that was impossible to resist. When the video ended, and the room grew quiet again, he realized that watching you enjoy yourself had been the best part of his night.

Later, as you both drifted off to sleep, he found himself replaying those moments in his mind, a content smile on his lips. He didn’t understand the jokes, but he didn’t need to. Seeing you so carefree and full of life was all the reason he needed to be happy.

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meadowfics · 2 months ago

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bruised knuckles

1984!daniel larusso x f!reader

you take care of daniel after he runs into the cobras

you sit on the edge of daniel’s flimsy couch, the dim light from a single lamp casting soft shadows across the small apartment in downtown reseda.

the air smells faintly of antiseptic and the salty tang of blood. your hands tremble slightly as you dip a cotton ball in rubbing alcohol, your eyes flickering to daniel’s bruised knuckles.

he’s slouched beside you, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his jaw tight with the kind of stubborn pride that got him into this mess.

the cobras...johnny, bobby, tommy, and the rest of their pack...had cornered him again, this time over some petty grudge about daniel mouthing off at school, defending a kid they were bullying.

it wasn’t about ali, not this time. they've accepted that daniel and ali (johnny's ex) were friends and nothing more, but it was just their need to pound on someone who dared stand up to them.

your heart aches as you take his hand, his tan skin warm but rough, split open at the knuckles from swinging at johnny’s face.

“you didn’t have to do that,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

you press the cotton ball to his wound, and he flinches, a sharp hiss escaping his lips.

“sorry,” you add quickly, your touch softening even more, like you’re handling something fragile.

you are.

daniel’s tough, but he’s not invincible, no matter how much he tries to act like it.

“i couldn’t just let ‘em push that kid around,” he mutters, his jersey voice low, defensive. the guy's eyes meet yours for a moment, then dart away, like he’s ashamed of the state he’s in.

daniel's lip is split, a purpling bruise blooming along his cheekbone. you can still see the fire in him, the same fire that drew you to him when you first met a few months ago, both of you new to california, both trying to find your place in this sun-bleached 'tubular' world.

that fire’s dimmed now, weighed down by pain and the weight of always being the underdog.

you don’t say anything, just keep working, your fingers gentle as you clean the blood from his knuckles.

you’re careful, so careful, like you’re afraid one wrong move will break him. you’re not used to this aka patching someone up, tending to wounds that shouldn’t exist.

you’ve only been in reseda a little longer than daniel, your own move from a small town back still fresh. in this town, you've made a few other friends but the sting of being an outsider was still harsh.

with daniel, it’s different.

he makes you feel like you belong, like you’re not just drifting. now, seeing him hurt, it’s like a knife twisting in your chest.

“you’re too good at this,” he says, trying to joke, but his voice cracks, betraying the ache he’s hiding.

you glance up, and his eyes are on you, softer now, the defiance melting away, “you don’t have to do this, y/n. i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine,” you reply, your voice firm but quiet. you set the cotton ball aside and grab a roll of gauze, your fingers brushing against his as you start wrapping his hand.

“you’re bleeding all over your mom’s couch, daniel. you’re lucky she’s not home.” you try to keep it light while chewing on some mint gum. but the words come out heavy, laced with the fear you felt when you heard he’d been jumped behind the arcade.

the cobras don’t play fair... four against one, kicking him when he was down. you weren’t there, but you can imagine it, and the thought makes your stomach churn.

he doesn’t argue, just watches you as you work.

your hands move with a tenderness that feels almost out of place in this moment, like you’re weaving something delicate between you. you tie off the gauze, then reach for a damp cloth, dabbing at the cut on his lip.

he winces again, but this time he doesn’t pull away.

instead, he leans into your touch, just a little, like he’s craving it.

“you’re too good to me,” he whispers, and there’s something raw in his voice, something that makes your throat tighten.

“someone’s gotta be in this community,” you say, managing a small smile.

you set the cloth down and cup his face gently, your thumbs brushing over the unbruised parts of his cheeks. his skin is warm, and you can feel the faint stubble under your fingers.

“you can’t keep doing this, daniel. picking fights you can’t win.”

“i didn’t pick it,” he says, his voice rising slightly, but there’s no real fight in it.

“they came after me, y/n. what was i supposed to do? run?” his eyes search yours, desperate for you to understand.

you do, in a way.

you know he’s not the type to back down, not when it’s about what’s right. it doesn’t make it easier to see him like this, battered and bruised, his pride as wounded as his body.

“i know,” you say softly, your hands still on his face.

“i just… i hate seeing you hurt.” your voice breaks, and you look down, blinking back the sting of tears.

you’re supposed to be the strong one right now, the one holding him together, but it’s hard when all you can think about is how close he came to something worse.

the cobras have some 'no mercy' moto that you hear all around school. shit, you share a class with dutch and all he ever talks about is how he loves kicking someones ass without any regrets.

daniel reaches up, his bandaged hand covering yours, pressing it against his cheek.

“hey,” he says, his voice gentler now.

“i’m okay. i’m right here.” he tilts his head, trying to catch your gaze, and when you finally look up, his eyes are warm, reassuring.

“and i’ve got you, right?”

you nod, a shaky laugh escaping you.

“yeah, you’ve got me.” you lean in, resting your forehead against his, careful not to press too hard against his bruises. the italian's breath is warm against your lips, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you, the pain and the cobras and the weight of everything else falling away.

you pull back slightly, just enough to grab a small jar of salve from the coffee table. you unscrew the cap and dab some on your fingers, then start smoothing it over the bruise on his cheek.

your touch is feather-light, and he closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

“that feels nice,” he murmurs, and you can’t help but smile.

“good,” you say, your voice barely audible.

you keep going, tending to every cut, every bruise, like you can heal him with your hands alone.

maybe you can’t fix everything, but you can do this. aka be here, be gentle, be his.

when you’re done, you set the salve aside and wrap your arms around him, careful not to squeeze too tight. he hugs you back, his chin resting on your shoulder, and you can feel the tension draining from him.

“thanks, y/n,” he whispers, his voice muffled against your mousse covered hair.

“for everything.”

you pull back just enough to look at him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“anytime,” you say, and you mean it. you brush a strand of hair from his eyes, your fingers lingering.

“just… try not to get beat up again, okay?”

he laughs, a real laugh this time, and it’s the best sound you’ve heard all night.

“no promises,” he says, but his eyes are bright, and he’s smiling, and that’s enough for tonight.

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#daniel larusso #daniel larusso x reader #karate kid 1984 #the karate kid 1984 #the karate kid 1986 #the karate kid 1988 #the karate kid #the karate kid 2010 #cobra kai #johnny lawrence #bobby brown karate kid #karate kid #lawrusso

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heartofcupid · 2 years ago

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saw a video of a deer playing in the ocean, i love u daniel larusso

#the karate kid #how can i make this about daniel larusso #daniel larusso my love #ralph macchio

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starkrebellion · 2 months ago

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my opinions on some different Cobra Kai ships 🤗 (no one asked for this but currently I have too much free time in my hands so... . )

Samtory (Samantha LaRusso x Tory Nichols)

the potential was there from their very first scene, but I really started shipping them in season 4. And have not looked back since!!! I love love love them. They would've actually been a perfect wlw enemies to lovers story and every day I grieve the fact that they weren't. My favorite way to pass time is to watch edits of them and cry. If I could, I'd get all of their season 5 and 6 scenes tattoeed on my forehead.

Kiaz (Robby Keene x Miguel Diaz)

they're so controversial now 😔 but they're right up there with Samtory for me. I love them. I would trade Johnny x Carmen for them in an instant... They're also the ship that inspired me to start writing fanfics again lmaoo (and I'm still very bitter we didn't get a proper scene with them after Robby broke his leg)

Elimetri (Eli Moskowitz x Demetri Alexopoulos)

I don't have as strong of an opinion on them as I do for the two previous ships, but they're literally boyfriends in my eyes. Out of all the queer ships in this show, them becoming canon would surprise me (and everyone else probably) the least.

Keenry (Robby Keene x Tory Nichols)

My favorite canon couple! There's a few things about their development that I wish had been done differently, but it's not that big of a deal or anything. I love the dynamic that they have but when I tried to put it into words it sounded so dumb I'm just gonna leave it here

Samguel (Samantha LaRusso x Miguel Diaz)

They're cute. But I think that's pretty much all I have to say about them. They have a lot of adorable scenes together, but I'm not that invested in their relationship even if Sam and Miguel are both in my top 5 characters. But I am glad they got their happy ending together.

Samrobby (Samantha LaRusso x Robby Keene)

Not a big fan of them romantically, but I adore their friendship. They just make more sense as best friends to me. If it wasn't needed for all the drama in season 2, I would have wanted them to stay platonic throughout the whole show.

Toriguel (Tory Nichols x Miguel Diaz)

No. I'm sorry, but I don't like this ship at all. They had a few cute scenes in season 2 and I like how Miguel defended Tory even after they broke up, but I could never get into their relationship. I do think it's a shame we couldn't get more scenes of them in the later scenes as I do think they would've made a great friendship, but romantically I very much dislike this ship.

Lawrusso (Johnny Lawrence x Daniel LaRusso)

The original gay karate rivalry. Obviously I love them. Nothing else to add actually.

Samhawk (Samantha LaRusso x Eli Moskowitz)

I don't ship them, but honestly?? the enemies to lovers story with them could have served... like the drama would've been insane. But to me that's just a what if to think about from time to time. I wouldn't want it to actually happen.

Kenthony (Kenny Payne x Anthony LaRusso)

Apparently they were supposed to be canon?? Wouldn't be my first pick for a (main) queer couple, but I would've been there for it. Give me all of the gay karate enemies to lovers stories!!

Yasmetri (Yasmine x Demetri Alexopoulos)

They're lowkey iconic. Like yes Demetri pulled her. Since this show is full of clichés I can comfortably say that I love the nerdy boy getting with the most popular girl in school trope. Miles better than the other way around if u ask me. Season 6 did them dirty but well endgame so...

Torisha (Tory Nichols x Aisha Robinson)

I wish they would've had more screen time together!! I don't really ship them but like the potential was there if Aisha wouldn't have left after season 2.

Terry Silver x John Kreese

Honestly, didn't even consider this before seeing people ship them here on tumblr... but you know what hell yeah let's make the grandpa's gay as well!! so beautiful

Samantha LaRusso x Moon

Another one that I didn't know existed, but then I saw an edit of them on tiktok. It was to Chappell Roan and it was perfect and it changed my view on them!!

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partiallypearl · 1 month ago

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hi hello. i decided to torture myself emotionally and rewatch s4 ep8 of cobra kai and once again found myself sighing in distaste at sam and tory’s prom outfits.

now to the credit of the show and the costume designers/costuming team, i do think their outfits are cute! they follow the narrative that both girls are in, and how they are viewed by the audience and the people around them in universe.

sam’s dress, which btw retailed for $500, in my opinion looks like what a child would imagine wearing to prom. which. considering how infantilized sam is in the show is fitting.

it appears to be slightly tailored and hemmed in the show - most likely because of the fight sequence that occurs later in the episode but it’s virtually the same dress otherwise

now do i think this dress fits sam’s aesthetic and style? yes. it’s more juvenile than the other dresses we see the female characters wearing in this episode (and the show overall in my opinion.)

i mean for christ’s sake, it has bows on the shoulders.

it fits the image that the larussos want for their daughter, this sweet docile girl who isn’t purposefully trying to start fights and antagonize the girl who assaulted her the previous school year.

but is it sam? i don’t know. i think sam’s the kind of girl who has had her prom and her graduation and wedding dresses picked out since she was a little girl. she’s the kind of girl that would be incredibly excited and happy about those events.

but i think we can all agree that this bubblegum pink dress, for a lack of better words, doesn’t fit her. at least not at the moment in her life she’s in.

so pearl? you may be asking, what would you choose as sam’s prom dress?

i’m glad you asked!

i think for starters i would go with a silhouette that would be more flattering for mary. love her dearly, but it’s well known that she is short. 5’3 according to google. the dress she’s in in my opinion makes her look short.

instead i’d go with a more a-line style. and tying into the fact that the larussos appear to be stuck in the past, i’d go for a late 90s/early 2000s style dress, something ala this:

it still is pink, which effectively is sam’s signature color, but it’s more elongated which will make sam not look so short and childish. and the 90s reference ties in!

plus imo, it’s almost reminiscent of daniel’s iconic blue suit in the karate kid 2.

like yeah. that’s the larusso fam’s love for pastel formalwear.

now if sam’s the madonna of this equation (which is fitting considering her east coast italian heritage), then tory is the whore. said with all love.

i mean. she shows up to junior prom is what i can only describe as a middle aged man’s wet dream. 80s style leopard (or is that cheetah? someone with better animal print knowledge than me, feel free to chime in) print, with the bounciest 80s style curls i’ve seen since the Golden Girls went off air.

i’m honestly surprised that she didn’t get dress coded immediately. i wore a dress very similar to sam’s dress to my gr 9 graduation (minus the bows unfortunately that would have made it A LOT cuter) and i was dress coded almost immediately and had to wear my leather jacket for the rest of the night.

but hey. maybe cali’s more relaxed than alberta about teenage girls having cleavage and high slits at their junior prom.

again, i think tory’s dress fits her narrative in the show perfectly. she is effectively becoming one of silver’s best students and thus is finding herself under his attention and eyes more frequently. it makes sense that her prom outfit would evoke him.

but is it tory? i don’t know. i think the argument could be made that it is. from her first appearance on the show, it’s been clear to audiences, that we the viewers (and more specifically the teenage boy viewers and fans of the show) are meant to view tory as being hot.

she’s the hot, mysterious violent girl in comparison to sam’s sweet girl next door.

and this outfit definitely symbolizes that.

but what would i have tory in? great question! i have two options.

the first is based on something that we learned about tory this season (and that gets further elaborated on in s6), that she loves mermaids, even to the point of playing one at a birthday party princess company.

now is the mermaid a clear knockoff of ariel? uh duh.

but i think it gives good symbolism for who tory is and what she wants from life.

she wants to escape the systemic poverty that she’s lived in, she wants to escape the feeling of not being good enough, of not being able to sustain her family, of being a girl from the “wrong side of the neighborhood”

she wants as ariel herself so eloquently put it to, be part of that world (world in this instance being the affluence she sees around her, and a world where her mother’s illness hasn’t taken over her life)

but that’s a lot even for our favourite karate soap opera, so instead i’ve looked at some dresses that popped up when i searched up ariel inspired prom dresses

i think any variation of these three would have been stunning on peyton, and paired with a seashell headband or an elaborate hairdo? i think it would have been everything out of tory’s mermaid dreams.

but alas in my pinteresting, i forgot that this is cobra kai. and we have characters shoved into certain boxes for a reason. so. if we do want to continue with the throughline of tory being the whore to sam’s madonna, i decided to go for what i felt was a more… age appropriate look.

still “sexy”, still very red which means it’s very cobra kai coded, but significantly more feminine and more school appropriate. her chances of getting dress coded in either of these dresses goes down to like 80% (albeit the dress on the right would probably be a no based on the spaghetti straps and the higher slit)

but yeah, what do you guys think of tory and sam’s prom dresses? about their narrative purposes? hell, about the choice from tory (and robby) to go to prom at all? yes it’s mostly silver’s doing, but they decide to actually go rather than to just take the money and car and lie about going. which is probably what i would have done in their shoes. their very expensive uncomfortable looking shoes.

alright enough cornplating, i’m gonna continue to rewatch and cry a little everytime miguel gets hurt.

#cobra kai #sam larusso #tory nichols #cobra kai costume design #costume design #s4 #cobra kai season 4 #cobra kai meta #ck meta #ck #*mine #*mine: meta

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dotties-things · 30 days ago

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can I get an imagine where older Johnny tries to surprise Daniel with breakfast in bed, but it turns into a disaster? Something funny and sweet

“Breakfast in Bed? - Never again!”

Johnny x Daniel : LawRusso | Imagine | Fluff & Humor |

Rising to the challenge came with its own set of hurdles, especially for those with a natural competitive streak. Namely, Johnny Lawrence.

Long story short, their usual back and forth of harmless bickering became something that picked beneath the skin. It wasnʼt intentional nor was it malicious. Though, when Daniel playfully insinuated Johnny probably couldnʼt boil an egg, Johnny saw an opportunity. He is more than capable, even if his skills are basic culinary. Nevertheless, Johnny isnʼt a man to back down from his word.

In this case, perhaps he should be...

The stove is practically burning from the spillage of oil that seeped onto the ring when Johnny tilted the pan to examine the cooking process with his spatula. A curse has also been thrown into the mix, amongst other obscenities due to almost enduring a burn on the edge of his hand; mostly during the stages where Johnny stabbed the sausages with a fork.

And to make matters worse, the butter knife ended up clattering to the floor, coated in butter. So now, not only does Johnny have a mess to clear up from his overuse of kitchenware, he also has additional carnage.

To say the ‘breakfast in bedʼ undisclosed bet was going pear shaped would be accurate.

“Easy does it, Johnny. Easy does it,” he mumbles to himself, loading the plated goods onto a tray, twenty minutes later. It is flanked by a cup of coffee.

Johnnyʼs self psyching abilities proved little benefit, especially when he stubbed his toe while ascending the staircase. The tray wobbles and the coffee dribbles over the rim onto the wooden tray.

“Piece of crap...” Johnny grumbles, shaking off the ordeal. He lets out a sigh, pushing open the ajar bedroom door with his hip a few seconds post recovery of the nearmiss incident. “Honey, I got you breakfast in bed...”

Daniel groans, turning over. He rubs the sleep from his eyes. There is a noticeable stall in conversation. A repetition of eradicating sleep from his eyes occurs. “Am I dreaming?” Daniel teases, smirking.

Johnny rolls his eyes. There is an undeniable fondness in his expression. “Hilarious LaRusso.” He tentatively settles the tray onto the divan.

“What have you done? Actually, spare me.” Daniel extends a palm, slowly sitting upright. The duvet pools at his waist. “Do I even wanna know the state of the kitchen?”

“Not if you wanna run the risk of heart failure, then I would probably advise against it, babe.” Johnny winces primarily, but then grins as if to conceal and wash over the topic at hand.

Daniel hums, glancing down at the assortment of food and refreshment. “Why is there a pool of coffee coating what probably should be an apetitising dish of sausage and egg? Not to mention, how the yolk is — politely put, burnt to a crisp, Johnny?”

Johnny lets out a sigh, throwing his hands up. “Improvisation, without intent.”

Danielʼs brow arches suspiciously. “Right...”

“Fine. I tripped and the coffee may have...yʼknow. But cooking is all about experimenting, right? You tell me that all the time, Daniel,” Johnny tries. His mischievous smirk arises.

He sighs in defeat, shaking his head. “I mean, I guess I do but —” Daniel stabs the egg with a fork. It barely moves an inch. It might as well be made of rubber, burnt rubber that is.

It is however, safe to say, from that moment going forward, Johnny refrained from balancing too many objects on the tray. And having breakfast be brought into bed, became a thing they never talked about again...

GIFset Credits: @wkomd

#imagine #imagines #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #lawrusso #Husbands #fanfic #anon #request #thank you #breakfast in bed #Lawrusso domesticated #Domestic husbands #cobra kai #ck #thanks anon!

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shelbgrey · 3 months ago

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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.

MasterList ML2

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.

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