#john kreese smut

[80s4life]

No Time For ‘What If’s?’*

Word Count: 5,096

Status: Requested!

Ask: can I get a SFW/NSFW whatever. Cobra Kai John Kreese x f! reader student (who's 20+ and not in highschool) who sometimes looks at him a certain way but always looks depressed and Kreese took notice... {There's more, but I'm not giving away all the goodies}

@: @harlequinautumn​

Summary: I decided to make this somewhat of a song inspired prompt. This is based off of the song "Daddy Issues" by The Neighborhood. I think you can see where this us going...

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut, dd/lg type of energy, age-gap, master/sensei/daddy kink, teacher/student kink, READER is in her 20′s, self-consciousness, self-hate, uncomfortable with body issues, appearance, etc.

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{Gifs are not mine, credits go to @sensei-venus & @danlarussc​}

Had to put this last gif here because GRAND DADDY...

Scribbling in the notebook, you try to hide the blush on your face with the final thought you write into it. ‘He touched my arm during practice to help me keep my balance. His hand was warm and comforting, yet strong and held the promise of security,’ you smile. It’s childish, you know that, but unlike most of the kids in Reseda, Kreese, or better known as Master Kreese in your diary, was a man. He held a great promise with his status and a stern maturity in his movements and emotions. 

What’s more, he can manage to keep it in his pants, to both your comfort and frustration.

You look up, feeling his eyes on you and your smile instantly drops into a numb pout. You’ve loved him for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t your fault however, as it was never planned. 

He was your Sensei in the beginning, knowledgeable and strong, stoic with knowledge. Somehow, you’d find as the more time you’d spent in his class and in the higher rankings, you grew tired of his teachings and more interested in him as a person. He kept his personal life private and away from public eyes - most certainly the cool teacher you could sneak into a bar or eat at a fast food restaurant with just to hang out. Soon your innocent interest had faded into something carnal, sinful. There was nothing you could do to stop the mind of a young adult, much less one that still held the feelings of her teenage years.

He made you feel like that little 15 year old girl every time he looked at you, unable to see his feelings through any aspect of his body. You could never tell if he was scrutinizing you or just plainly looking. 

“Break’s over guys. Back to the mats!” he commands, eyes sliding from yours to encase the room through a tactical sweep.

Clasping the tiny lock through its metal bearing, you lock your diary with a click and shove it into your drawstring back, hurriedly shuffling back onto the mats to endure your next beating.

After about an hour of endless training without any breaks, Kreese glanced at the watch embracing his veined, muscular wrist, checking the time. Without a word, the class is ordered to do another set of push-ups before he calls it a day. 

Huffing, you grab your tiny towel and lay it across your shoulders, using one of the ends to dab at your forehead. The boys pat you on your back as they start to gather their things, some heading to the showers to wash up quickly, others complaining about the homework they haven’t gotten to yet.

“God am I glad I don’t have to do that shit anymore,” you murmur, giggling as you could hear Tommy groan.

“Can I give you a call later, Y/N? Help me go over my essay for Mr. Whees?” Johnny asks, breathy and miserable.

“Sure Johnny Boy, but you’ll owe me an ice cream cone next time we head to the beach.”

“Sweet! Deal!” he punches your shoulder, speeding out of the dojo to get a headstart on finishing said writing that’s due tomorrow morning.

Giggling, you wave your goodbyes to some of the other guys as you grab your bag, walking slowly towards the showers, feeling the extent of your workout in your calves and knees. Stopping just short of the room, you peer into Kreese’s office, “Sensei?”

“Y/L/N,” he answers, the rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna head to the showers. It’s going to be a while, so if you need me to lock up, I can.”

“No, you’re fine, Y/L/N. I’ll be working on some paperwork for a while also.”

“Okay, thanks,” you blush, a small smile spreading on your lips as you slink off of the doorframe and continue your way to the showers. 

In your drunken haze of lust, you had seemed to miss Kreese’s eyes slip to your bag, shiny pink diary having poked through the jagged holes in the old drawstring bag. He couldn’t help his curiosity, having taken notice to your attachment to the small object, always writing, always peering over its covers to see if anyone was watching. It was peculiar, and though he had been caught a few times, your reaction and apparent nervousness is what made him want to know exactly what was in that book.

Hearing as the soft hums of pleasure radiates with the heat of the streaming water, Kreese keeps a close eye on where your book lied, checking to see if any of the boys were left in the dojo. Walking towards the chairs at the front of the dojo - where you had last left your drawstring bag - Kreese closes the blinds of the dojo; the appearance of it being closed a small comfort and reassurance of another day spent and gone. No one else will try to come back in, no one will bother him.

He turns to leave and go back to his office, but his feet won’t carry him. Peering down at the loose drawstring bag, pink book still peeking out of its covers, he debates whether or not he should satiate his curiosity or infiltrate your personal space. Choosing the latter, he pulls the book slowly as to not mess with the bag’s positioning too much.

Walking back to his office, he leaves the door open a crack, the sound of the shower humming prompting him to see what’s been eating at him. What has been making you look so enthralled and sad at the same time. What’s been making you so mysterious. 

Kreese almost doesn’t even want to open the book. He knows everything about his students, but you? You’re a mystery. A chase. He almost doesn’t want the high of the cat and mouse game to end. However, he just rolls his shoulders, prying the key to the lock from the bindings you had not-so-subtly tried to hide.

‘Silly Girl. So mature yet so naive,’ he thinks, unlocking the small metal that kept him from his answers.

Leaning back in his chair, he props his feet on his desk, opening the book at last. Shuffling through some pages, he comes to find this pink book as your diary. Delving deeper, he flips through some random pages, the headers and dates catching his eyes and honing in.

January 21st: The Reckoning

This date isn’t far different from any other day, just a date. However, the header is what piques his interest.

‘Another day at the dojo. Another array of cuts and bruises. Johnny and the boys are just finishing their first year as freshmen in highschool and I’m stuck here. 22, young, single, graduated, andddd no life plan ahead of me. I realized that my interest in Sensei Kreese is starting to feel different. I no longer want to know about him, I want to know everything. What type of coffee he likes, if he even likes coffee, what he does in his freetime, what does he like most in a partner? Ugh.’

January 22nd: The Realization

‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! Rereading what I was feeling yesterday and watching it bloom tenfold has finally made me come to my senses. 8 years of practicing with this man and I finally catch whiff of what my so-called “interest” was and I finally come to my senses now? “Stupid Girl” as Kreese would say. Stupid Girl is right!’

A bemused smile perches on Kreese’s lips. It’s like high school all over again, and he’s the center focus. He flips a few pages more.

February 3: Valentines Sluts

‘February has just came around and so has my birthday. However, I keep seeming to find myself going into a Valentines craze. Almost as bad as high school. I stared at Master Kreese for a while during break today (thank God we got one). He was wearing his signature black gi with yellow accents, his arms string with veins of hard labor drawn into them. His hair was a bit scruffier and his eyes were a tired blue. God, how I could get lost in them. My eyes trailed down a bit though. Sorry...not sorry. I used an excuse that I rolled my ankle and needed to rest for a bit, but I only ended up watching him. How he helped the boys stretch and train. He worked so hard that his skin turn a light shade of red, sweat droplets sliding down his forehead to his cheekbones, jaw, down his neck, on his collar bones, and sadly, disappeared down his shirt. Oh what I would give to be that droplet of sweat. Almost as exciting as it would be if I could get him that riled up. Happy almost Valentines Day *winky face with heart eyes drawn on the side of page*’

Kreese lets out a low whistle, chuckling a bit. Suddenly, things were getting steamy. He’s a bit surprised by your diary; such a pristine, put together, grown woman, and here you are, displaying your thoughts like a horny teenager. 

Skipping through more dates, Kreese finds more and more sinful readings, something small turning much greater. However, there were undertones of regret, sadness, and...lack of self worth. Not only have the thoughts gotten increasingly dirtier, but they also grew more insecure and sad. And, as the dates grew closer to present day, it seemed that all confidence and harmless thinking were starting to take a toll. You were no longer happy with yourself, however, you kept writing all your fantasies as if they would make you feel any better.

Finally, Kreese nears the end of your diary. 

Today: Confusion

‘Again, I found myself staring at him. Again, I snuck away to write about him not even 10 feet away. And, again, I find myself no closer and so much farther away from the man I thought I was getting to know. I’m 25 now and still have the mental and physical strength of the lowly 14 year old that met him in high school. I’m starting to fear I will never get to tell him how I feel. Never get to live and explore. Never be enough for him. I almost got caught writing about him today and I couldn’t care less. If anything,  maybe it would be a gateway to romance? Those hot scenarios I’ve built up, gotten off to, and scribbled down in these old pagers. But, those are all just more scenarios and fantasies never lived. Maybe it’s time to move on.’

You go on to think of your past, future, and present, and how any of it was either worth or waste of time. He wants to keep reading - wants to delve deep into your wondrous mind.

He didn’t hear the shower stop, too caught up in the insecurity you call yourself.

“Sensei?” your light voice calls out, hair damp and pinned in a clip. Rugged jeans with rips, converse, and a white cropped tee with black sleeves adorning your delicate features. Your brows are furrowed, a mixture of confusion, loss, and fear flashing in your E/C orbs; rounded by the initial surprise and emotions that cross you in such an unexpected predicament. “W-What are you doing?”

For a moment, Kreese just sits, book still open with the presence of his thumb on the page he’s left off on. He’s silent, studying you as he recounts all that he’s read from your book and more. “Reading your diary,” he states plainly, obviously. Truthfully.

You crumble on the spot, wanting to dig a hole and die in it. “Where’d you find it? Wait - How’d you unlock it?” you all but screech, going straight for your bag. 

Kreese slings out of his chair and around his desk instantly, catching your wrist in the middle of the dojo. 

“What are you doing, Sensei? Can’t you see I’m already embarrassed enough? You’re just making it worse-”

“Is all of this true?” he asks, holding the book up, now closed. His thub no longer holding his place. ‘Shit,’ he thinks, shaking his head.

“It’s a diary, isn’t it?” you try to lighten the mood, scratching the back of your neck and nodding to the front cover plainly stating, ‘DIARY’.

“Yes, but everything inside?”

“Every page, every day, for the past 8 years.” You figure it’s time to come clean, no matter the consequences. This has gone on for long enough, and by the looks of it, he’s not too mad at you. Or happy, or sad. In fact, now that you look at it, he looks as if he feels nothing.

You take a step back, your hand limply being allowed out of its hold, and briskly walk for your bag. Just as you go to walk for the door this time, the same warm, calloused hand wraps itself around your much tinier wrist, yanking you back the other direction. “Sensei, please,” you beg, “Just let me go home! I’ll never bother you again, and you can forget all about this ordeal. It’s really not that big of a deal!”

Pulling you through to his office, he turns and locks the door with a key. To ensure your inability to get out, he takes the key and places it in his front jean pocket and sits down on his side of the desk. Motioning for you to follow his lead, you just stand there.

Almost annoyed, he states, “Well, I’m not going to tell you again,” pointing to the chair opposite him.

Eyes rounded, you stare blankly from his face to the chair and back again. ‘Is he serious?’

Sitting down, you watch in horror as Kreese opens the book back up again, finding a specific page in your novelty of recountments. “Ah, here it is,” he chuckles.

Reading the page out loud, he starts with the header:

“June 11th: Midnight Blues

‘I took some time alone today. It seems everyday is getting harder and harder. Not only am I trying to finish my senior year, but I’m trying to find my way - my path. Sitting on the hood of my car, somewhere tucked behind the Hollywood sign (my hiding spot), I looked up and watched the stars and tried to get my plans in order. 

Mom wants me to go to college in Charleston, SC with her, but Dad wants me to stay somewhere close and doesn’t care if I go to college or not. Mom’s got family down South, Dad has just me. Both are choices I don’t want to make; I don’t want to hurt either or’s feelings.

Then there’s Kreese. God how I love him. If I were to choose to leave or which parent, it would be a choice solely on where he will be or how he feels. But, then again, what does he feel? I mean, he would never look at a little girl like me. It’s disgusting, though I’m legal, and a big inconvenience. A little girl following a man who has seen all parts of the world with her tail wagging and eyes bugging out of her head at the sight of him. He’s grown, experienced, and independent. He would look for someone way older than me for sure. It’s only right, given they would share similar aspects to him. 

No one ever looks at me. And neither will he.’”

“Ring a bell?” he asks, finishing off the page.

“It was the end of senior year and there was a whole ton of shit going on. I don’t remember much, i-it was 4 years ago. All I remember was being diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression sometime afterwards. Though, if I can add to that, I’d had it for years, but neither mom nor dad wanted to get me examined since I was 14. It was a shitshow that summer.”

“Do you really think such heinous things of yourself?” he asks, brows furrowing as he stands, looping around the desk slowly as he assesses you.

“Yes. There’s always been that little voice in the back of my head...” you trail off, fingers interlocking and fiddling to try and ease said stress, eyes locking with his in a trance. 

“Where do you get that shit from?” he almost snarls, making you bow your head in shame. “Ah. Ah. I want to see those pretty eyes.”

“Why’s you read that page to me?”

“I wanted you to feel exactly as you felt then and try to sum up your thoughts and emotions. You see, I study you, and now, I’ve read you. Those feelings were never resolved...Why do you hate yourself so much, Babygirl?”

“I-I.” you stutter, trying to form some sort of answer. “I’ve never sought the validation I’ve needed.”

“And, why not?” he asks, arms splayed behind him and hands propping him up as he leans on his desk before you. Staring down at you.

“Because the only person I’ve ever needed validation from was you.” This time, you stand to meet his level, “I’ve never cared for what my parents thought because they only cared to one-up each other with me as their weapon. I never sought the validation of teachers because they only said what would get them more money in the end - once again, using me. I never sought validation from the girls or the guys at school because I’ve always been the odd one out. The only person I’ve ever sought validation from was you. You because you treated me as equal with the rest of the boys. You saw something in me that made me feel like I shined like a brand new corvette. So, you tell me: why have you always done that, knowing damn well I could’ve gone without it?” You got so close to him that you hadn’t realized the inches between you two, breath heavy with the long-held exasperation. 

“That,” he points at you, “That fire. You’ve always had it. You shined through everyone else and paved your own way without making any noise, or causing any destruction. You’re a strong, beautiful force that somehow has managed to fall over and over again, yet always got back up and never sought anyone’s help.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you’ve finally heard what you’ve always waited for. He’s watched you all along, guided you. He’s ensured your safety since he had met you - 14 years old, scared, weak, and hopeless. You thought you’d never get out of that shithole you were stuck in, but you had Kreese.

Sniffling you couldn’t help your actions, hand grasping his black T-shirt and pulling him in. Your other hand goes for his cheek, cupping it and pulling him down to your height. Slowly, you allow yourself the reprieve of almost a decade with this man, lips just hardly touching each other. You’re waiting - waiting for him to turn his back and pull away, but it doesn’t come. 

His huge hands grasp your waist to pull you in close, one hand leaving your hip to brace the back of your head, connecting his lips to yours. He pulls you as close as he can, your body getting up to straddle him on his desk, his arms crushing you chest to chest.

Your tears mix in to your kiss, the salty droplets of water mixing with the dancing of your tongues and you feel him squeeze. You grab at his shoulder, neck, chest, and soon grasp the hairs at the nape of his neck tenderly; starved for the attention and connection you’ve wished for ever since your teenage years.

He happily obliges, his own hand tangling in your hair at the base of your head and yanking it back - not hard, but strong enough to make you gasp at the excitement, sudden movement, and slight pain it had caused. His lips are on your neck now, suckling and licking at the coloumn of it, growling like a crazed animal about to eat its next meal.

You moan out, the action causing you to gasp again, eyes wide and mortified.

You can feel his cheshire grin on your neck, suckling a huge hickey into your collar bone with pride. Pulling back, he takes a good look at you, breathless, chest bouncing at the force of it, straddling his hips with your slimmer, toned ones - both from young age and practicing in the dojo. 

His hands move from you head and back down to lay on your hips, “Tell me how you want me to take you. Or should I look at one of your excerpts? Hm?” he teases, hazely green eyes turning to dark, mossy embers.

“I’m sure you’ve read enough,” you tease back, breathing out with defeat and humor.

“I can think of something,” he assures.

Standing up, his hands supporting your weight by your thighs, he loops around the desk, placing you to sit on it. Slowly, he traces your thighs, then your hips, waist, outline of your breasts, collar bone to your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your eyes are glued to him, his arm slipping from your hand back up to the sleeves of your T-shirt, tugging at them, signaling for you to lift your arms.

He pulls your shirt off slowly, tantalizingly, taunting you as it is lifted over your head and thrown to the floor. He sucks in a breath, the sight of you leaving him silent. No words were spoken, but his lips were on your once more, forcefully taking you in like it’s his last time. ‘Impossible.’

Unbuttoning your jeans, he helps you off the desk to shimmy out of them, pulling you close to him once they’re thrown somewhere, too. He kisses in between your thighs, one for each, going to trace up your stomach. You stop him. 

Looking at him with uncertainty, you’re hit with embarrassment and uncertainty.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“It’s not you... I-It’s me.”

Deeply, he searches your eyes, already knowing the answer but searching for the confirmation. Sighing, he places a knuckle under your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet his. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, you’re gorgeous, Baby Girl.”

You still look at him hesitantly, which causes him to sigh again.

“Let me show you what I see,” he smirks, a softness in his eyes that tells you there’s nothing to be scared of. Just as he had throughout your highschool years: the drama, bullying, home life, and all.

You nod, hands grasping both sides of his face and pulling him in, kissing him sweetly. He whimpers a little bit, hoping you wouldn’t catch it, but you did. It ignites a fire deep within your gut.

He teases you, a finger sliding your underwear over to the side, fingers playing with your clit. You suck in a deep breath, back arching as you support your weight behind you, on your hands. His hands lays on your sternum, pushing you down further until your resting on your elbows.

Refusing to be pulled down, you sit back up, allowing him to play with you while you attempt to lift his shirt above his head, shakily. He watches you with amused eyes, liking the struggle your body portrays under the heat of his pleasure. He allows you to fumble around a bit more before he helps you out, lifting the bottom of his shirt and taking it off over his head. Hands going back to what they were doing prior.

Your eyes are glued to him, drinking him in as the fire burns brighter and hotter within your core. Greedily, you go for his belt, able to take it off with want and newfound strength as you grow more impatient.

You can hear him chuckle under his breath, pressing you back down by the sternum again, helping finish your goal. He removes the belt with one hand, pulling you off the desk and forcing you to face it. Taking the belt, he ties it around your wrists, tucking it into a drawer like a leash, too thick and sturdy to be able to pull it back out. 

Whining, you look at him over your shoulder, begging him with your eyes.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Good girls don't get tied if they do as they’re told. You keep moving without permission, so I had to limit you. Now. If you use your words, you’ll get what you want.”

You moan in frustration, head spinning back to lay against the desk, arching your back and attempting to wiggle your ass against his crotch. But, to your disapproval, he takes a step back, watching you squirm.

You groan again, giving in, “Please, just fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Pulling your panties down to your ankles, Kreese teases and taunts you with a finger, sliding it through your folds and occasionally at your entrance, but as quickly as the finger is there, it’s off and somewhere else less needy. 

“Goddammit! Fuck me, please!!” you grit out, growing antzy and frustrated with your head laid against the hardwood. If you weren’t tied down to the fucking desk, you’d take matters into your own hands by now.

He yanks your hair by the back of your head, pulling you up, the back of your head against his shoulder. His mouth nips your earlobe, whispering, “I’d watch your tone if you want me to give you what you want.”

“Yes, Master,” you grit out, smiling as you feel his whole body grow still.

Letting go of your hair instantly, his pushes your head down into the desk, taking his member in one hand as the other makes sure you are fully prepared. Without warning, he plunges in about halfway, giving you time to adjust, although surprised by the intrusion. 

You groan loudly, your voice echoing off the desk with force. You can feel him shake with pleasure within you, a loud, breathy moan releasing from his lips. Nodding your head weakly, he starts to set a pace within you, making sure he’s arched enough to tease your G-spot. 

You moan again, hands clutching the vice he’s got you trapped in. “Say it again,” he yells, starting to thrust deeper, the pleasure building.

He’s starting to go off the edge quickly, but you can’t let him. Not yet. “Untie me first,” you order plainly, refusing to give him what he wants just yet. “It’s my turn.”

He shuckles with a little annoyance, but otherwise pulls out, slightly shoving you out of the way so he can quickly untie the belt. Because of the force he’d given you at a simple command, you decide to give him just as much of a hard time. 

Once untied, you turn to face him, a sultry smile on your face, a devilish look in your eye. Using the same force he had applied, you shove him into his desk chair, forcing him to sit when the chair hits the back of his knees. Slowly, you go to straddle his hips, your raises above him, teasing him. 

“Masters aren’t supposed to be so mean if they are promised to get what they want, are they?”

“N-No,” he stutters, the change in demeanor so delicious to soak in. You have him wrapped around your little finger.

“’No’, what?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Good enough,” you giggle, grinding down into him, bottoming out inside of you.

He whimpers out again, the sound music to your ears. Slowly you set a pace, his hands coming down to grasp your hips and help you grind in perfect tandem. Together, you bounce, while he charges up to meet you, slowly grinding you forward and backwards a bit, too. The motion makes you gasp, the perfect mixture of friction and being full of him. You moan out, your hands laying on top of his tightly as you feel the edge creeping slowly.

“Call me again,” he groans out, head leaning back onto the headrest of the chair. 

“Look me in the eyes.”

Doing as you asked, he looks at you fully, a bit of heat rising to the surface and making him a tint of red from the chest up. A sheen of sweat covers the both of you, making you both shine in the dim lighting of the room. “Master.”

His head throws back into the shair again, his thrusts intensifying in speed and force. You whine out, grabbing his biceps now, nails digging. “Master, make me finish. Please.”

His hands dig into your hips, forcing your body down as he charges faster, the chair squeaking. Your moans get louder and louder, more frequent with the force applies. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you warn, too close to wait for permission.

Just as you feel the tight knot snap, you’re filled with his warm seed, one hand moving from your hip to yank your hair again, his lips capturing the colum of your neck as he bites down, a deep growl releasing as he fills your with his potential kids.

You ride your high until there’s nothing left, jumping at the overstimulation or any contact at all. Finally releasing his hold, his hands lay on your thighs as yours rest on his shoulders, catching your breath. 

You giggle, opening your eyes after a moment to look at him. You kiss his lips sweetly, a grin on his face as well as he admires you. “I love you, Kreese. Always have.”

He chuckles as he tucks your head in the crook of his neck, hands rubbing your back, fingers playing with the clasp of your bra. “I love you, too, Y/L/N.”

“Y/N.”

“John.”

“John,” you mimic.

“Y/N,” he copies, chuckling as he plays with your hair.

“’February 14th: Valentines Day’,” Kreese recounts the page he had engraved in his head. That was one of your dirtiest of fantasies.

You gasp, swatting his shoulder as your cheeks burn with the reminder, “You Devil!”

May 28th: When Two Hearts Intertwined.

[terrence-silver]

Formally requesting a follow up to your married-to-his-high-school-sweetheart Twig story where he finally reunites stateside with his beloved. He gets a bit carried away in his need to convey just how much he's missed her? Maybe it gets a bit dark as he wants to possess her so deeply that no one questions their relationship again?

(You know me, there are really no boundaries on my end, so take this where you will!)

The story is a continuation / expansion of this post right here.

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Momma Back Home Ran Out of Ink

Twig!Terry Silver x Reader

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The limousine rushes from the airbase, his chauffeur hitting the 180 miles per hour mark.

He just about didn’t care who saw — who gawked — the image of him leaving in big style like this, his uniform the only thing lingering on him from the flight back home alongside the boxed in beige parcel on his lap — his luggage long since having been sent where he wanted it sent, meanwhile; all your letters, correspondence, pictures, perfumed paper, tokens collected from nearly three years overseas where with him. The first thing he asked for upon release to base and the one thing that stuck to him like a second skin after he was out of the cage was every bit of devotion showcased in written form; Terry Silver was only seventeen when he married you, before being deployed, technically needing parental consent to do so, and of course his old man fought the idea. Of course he waged war, of a different kind, at home, yelling and shouting until the walls practically shook, wagging his bejeweled finger and listing all the requirements of what a potential partner should be, what the acceptable age is, how life should be lived, our own kind of people being words dropped frequently, like a bomb, and Terry recalled that being his first bit of checkmate, telling his father that if he gave his consent he, like a good son, would compromise. He wouldn’t go off to the war and do something stupid and endanger his own future, like all the supposed lowlives did --- boys without prospects other than being live canon fodder were doing and the minute the signature was on paper and Terry had you secured and his, he left anyway.

He laughed then even as he was laughing now, into his own chin, all the way to the airfield.

That was then, his first ever victory.

And this was now.

And now? In the present? He needed you. He needed you badly.

Almost two years in the bush and there were nights where he’d secretly slide his hand into his green fatigues while laying in the sack during patrols, the scented envelope your letters arrived in pushed into his boxers and wrapped around his cock as he rubbed it on the tender flesh there, up and down, envisioning your fingers and lips wrapped around him instead, not minding the chafing sensation of paper on his skin. Quite the opposite; he found the slight discomfort exhilarating, cumming against the material and the itching sensation of pain, holding back groans, stashing the soaked, stained remains away and saving them for later like a lucky charm. Thing is, most of those punks never believed he was married back home in the first place, the same way his father never thought he had the guts to go against his word. Terry wasn’t sure if he preferred it that way, because it meant none of them would ever ask for your picture, never ask about you, never hassle him, never even contemplate you, convinced you were a fragment of his imagination or he despised it for being doubted. Looked down on. Underestimated. It was poetic justice when one of them would rip your newly arrived letter from his hand, jumping around like a rabid ape, giggling and reading your words aloud to everyone only to step on a landmine a week from then, losing the very leg they were jumping on in a state of mockery. Momma back home ran out of ink, they’d call it, whenever the letters were late. Somehow delayed. When they were on time, they’d say momma was diligent, writing to her son as per schedule, prodding and poking at him; it was this running gag, that his mother was posing as wife to make him look good out here, in front of the boys.

Those were the nights he wanted to kill.

Simultaneously the nights when he’d squeeze the collected envelopes of your letters harder.

Tighter. The pace vigorous and angry. Desperate.

Scrunching them around his dick until he could feel himself bleed.

-"So, married man, huh?"-

John Kreese remarked on one occasion, sitting beside him in the busy canteen, giving him a broad smile, seemingly eager and warm, the type someone gives you when they’re honest — genuine — regardless, Terry instinctively braced for more mockery, having been used to it by now. Desensitized in ways. Kreese fished into his pocket, lowering himself into the chair beside him, pulling out a photo of his own, tapping him on the back with a big, heavy hand with a gesture sudden and firm enough to be felt in Terry’s spine, John being almost twice his size where muscle mass was concerned. -"Right on!"- A sense of congratulation in his voice and Terry remembered sitting there, surprised. The picture offered to him. A girl. An introduction. Like they were equals. Two brothers. Not even his own father gave him such a welcome sensation after he’s gotten hitched; quite the contrary. He’s threatened to disown and disinherit him. Which he would’ve done too if he simply he had in who’s favor to disown and disinherit him. -"This is my Betsy. My Pasadena girl."- John explained with a twinge of visible, twinkling pride and Terry held that photo between shaking fingers, feeling his own mouth partially fall agape. Acceptance? This was acceptance, wasn’t it? A way of saying ‘I believe you, friend’. All the more reason then, for him to rush home now, in John’s name, in his own, and fuck you, on the foundation of everything that he lived through in Vietnam. The news that Betsy died. That you, on the other hand, were alive and well, and that he should push himself inside of you so deep you feel him in your bloodstream, precisely because you weren’t taken from him. That Captain Turner wasn’t announcing that you were the one who wasn’t alive anymore, during that fateful night when the bamboo cage sprung open and they were handpicked and led outside.

The car comes to a sudden halt and you’re already on the front porch, eagerly waving.

Waiting for him, having got his call, hour, date and all.

His cock twitches in his trousers at the sight of you as he rushes out, slamming the door behind him.

-"Terry! Sweetheart! Baby!"- 

Your arms open towards him, he doesn’t even know when he’s managed to cross the street that separated the parked vehicle from your house by a narrow road, but it’s one of those things a man does in a trance, he supposed. Instinctually. Naturally. The body didn’t need reminds to breathe at night, while it was asleep. Organs didn’t give out while he was dreaming. Having nightmares. Thinking of you. They’d just seamlessly continued to do their own thing, without reminders needed. He figured it was the case now. Terry ran to you because nothing in the world could’ve made more sense. Your soft hands encircle his face, holding his cheeks, gaze scrutinizing every feature riddled with the sheen of warm tears. You speak, exasperated, and he’s heard your voice before. In the sound or rifles. Gunfire. The rare quietude of the night. Nothing beat hearing it live, like piecing together a puzzle from memory. -"Terry, you’re here!"- You speak through gasps, like you couldn’t believe the sight of him. He changed. He was aware he changed. Internally. Externally. In every way possible. The widening of your eyes testifying as to how much exactly. He supposed he did it for himself. For you. For all the people who ever doubted him to the degree they’d fail to imagine him a married man because they couldn’t reconcile he had it in him, leading him to go to Korea after the war and take even more time away from you — make that ultimate sacrifice of discipline and willpower if it only meant how he’d look the part of everything he started being convinced he could be. -"Let me look at you!"- Your stare riddled with happy tears travels up and down his uniform in shock once you release yourself from an embrace he’s reluctant to break — allowing you only so much breathing space, backing you further away from the front yard, the lawn and further up the porch, causing you to walk backwards. Too happy to notice it too. Terry wasn’t looking at his surroundings. He was only looking at you. At this point, a car could’ve pulled up from the roadside and he swears he could’ve stopped it with desire and power of tenacity alone for daring to interrupt him. -"I swear, you got taller somehow! They've been feeding you good out there!"- You chuckle out, trying to alleviate the situation, observing his head and reaching back, finding a wisp of hair tied at the nape of his neck, tenderly tugging at the strands, needing to stand propped up on your toes to even touch him.

Quite the contrary to your endearing, adorable statement; you couldn't even imagine half of the things he was forced to eat 'out there', as you put it so poetically.

He grins at the fact.

He'd much prefer eating you, though. Right now.

 -"This is new too. I like it!"-

You remark, a smile revealing a row of teeth behind a pleased lip, eying his locks.

 -"It’s just like you described it!"-

You add, twirling a curl of hair around your finger and he unwittingly thinks of Ponytail. From his letters, you assumed the tied, long hair was simply a fashion choice, but Terry doesn’t allow himself time to fall behind any longer and get distracted by explanations, hoisting you up without warning, there and then on the sidewalk and lifting your body up, towards his shoulder, eliciting a jolted cry of surprise from you as he balances you by grabbing unto the back of your hips, right beneath your buttocks. He doesn't linger. Ponytail wouldn’t want him to linger either, in fact. Ponytail would want him to fuck your brains out right about now, regardless of the fact that he frequently believed getting married at seventeen is either some Redneck nonsense or Waspy nonsense, never anything in between. You either had to be trailer park destitute or richer than God to be pulling things like that, he'd theorize. Terry nearly cackles at the idea, beaming at the recollection. -"You like it, huh?"- He remarks with a contented hum, sauntering in wide strides towards the house, practically carrying your body forward, his nails digging into the flesh of your ass, feeling the tender skin there through the fabric of your clothes and underwear. It takes a cosmic amount of self-control not to throw you against the front porch wall and screw you right against it, in view of the entire street, letting everyone who accidentally caught ahold of the sight that you’re his. That he did it. That it was his fucking right to do this. You were his wife and he was consummating his marriage. 

The front door slams shut behind him.

He puts you down, cornering you against the nearby wall.

When the buttons of your blouse snap scattering across the floorboard, with each rolling and tumble of the fasteners disappearing under chairs, tables and cupboards like so many ants, Captain Turner’s voice echoes through his mind.

-"So help me God, you got us into this shit, and you’ll pay for it."-

His grimace flashes before Terry’s eyes, obscured by the shadows of the canopy.

His fingers unbuckle his belt like they had a mind of their own, seeking your warmth.

Your cunt hidden underneath layers of fabric.

 -"I’ll make you pay for it, kid."-

His familiar voice repeats and rumbles inside of his brain and Terry isn't certain what way he'd rather fuck you, trying to quell the noise inside of his head, yet simultaneously embracing it gladly, hoping that in some weird way, everyone he was intrusively remembering could hear him. See what he was doing right now. That they were witness to it, as they should've been, as he was getting ready to claim you and preform for each and every one of them, including you, purely so they'd all understand this was real. This was his wife. He was having her. A big collective 'screw you' to the very lot of them --- every doubter in his life so far. He grabs you underneath your hips, effectively lifting you up and spreading you, up against the wall. Thank fuck for the practicality sundresses, because your whole wetness falls open like the most delicious treat inside of a wending machine, the scent of you salty and pungent. Delectable. Soaked and obscured by the thin fabric of your panties. He could see exactly where you were split. Yearning for him. It's child's play to dig into the material and rip it open right in the middle, exposing you for him. You shriek. -"Those bozos out there will seem like a kitten in comparison and by the time they walk through to get you, you’ll beg them to finish you."- His commanding officer had the tendency of saying, moving as close as the tightly confined space of their shared cage allowed back, believing in equal measure retribution as he threatened him, even though Terry knew it was more than a threat --- it was a promise. The buzzing sound of his radio station alerted the enemy to their position out in the wild, endangering the whole platoon and the only reasonable conclusion was for the unit to take the matters of justice into their own hands and ensure clumsy little Twig pays dearly for his negligence. Code Red. Extra judicial punishment. The idea that he isn't safe outside of the cage as much as inside of it. That his own compatriots would make him suffer as much as the Gooks would've and that it would've been John and him against all of them. But, he was here. He was alive. He was devouring you.

-"That little missy of yours? Swear on my heart and hope to die, you ain't never seeing her again except in the front pews while they put to rest whatever's left to ship home of you of you and your ass."-

Turner threatened in his thoughts and you moan, lashed with velvety hot licks.

Hips bucking against Terry's mouth.

The thought of seeing you again was the chief reasons why he felt he survived.

To have someone tell him even that will be taken away from him?

He wondered how he stayed sane. If he was sane at all.

Sane? What was sane anymore?

-"I still own whatever's left of you and your ass."-

The words come out of his mouth of his own volition, repeating lines he's heard before, halfway paying homage, halfway mocking his commander's statement. Lines address for him initially. Reframing them. Causing you to moan from above him once his mouth separates from the slick moisture of your pussy. -"When I'm done."- He adds, once he catches his breath, letting you slide down against the surface of the wall right back into his embrace, not giving you too little or too much pleasure, rather just enough to make you suffer. You huff, breathless, hair falling over your forehead shiny with sweat, mouth partially open in delight, partially on the precipice of inhaling oxygen, like you were on the verge of saying something while he was feverishly massaging your slit with the tip of his cock, easing himself in. He's grown in every way he could. Even his cock would need time to re-adjust to your cunt. But, he knew you'd like that. You'd like that very much. He would too. -"I know this isn't the right time, Terry, but your dad --- he's called and called and called. Almost every day. I just think you should know. Even before we were told you were MIA."- You practically gasp your words once he's inside of you, rocking back and forth --- there was something very amusing, remising about family mid-sex, but admittedly, he barely gave you time to properly greet him after such a long time being away and so much shit he had to get through to merely come back alive, practically hoisting you up and carrying you inside, never even giving you time to say too much. -"And what did you tell him?"- Terry practically purrs, inhaling the scent of your neck. -"What did my hole tell him?"- He corrects himself, allowing himself to laugh. So? The old man did maintain some contact with the only daughter-in-law he'd ever get. He promised Terry he'd never utter a single word directed your way. Clearly, it was a short lived promise. The same way the threat that pa' would disown him if he went to 'Nam was. Funny how people tended to capitulate in strange ways when faced with someone who took the matter of agency into their own hands.

His father told him to leave the whole Karate-Vietnam business behind too.

And then he went and bought John his first dojo, as a gift.

What was the old man gonna do about it?

Get angry twice?

-"I told him the same thing every time."-

You mutter into his ear with what sounded like infinite tenderness.

Gentleness peppered with the shadow of desire.

-"That deep down, against all odds, I know you're okay."-

Terry looks at you then, separating himself from the precipice of your throat riddled with kisses that he was certain would bruise red by tomorrow, You knew he'd be okay. You knew? You told his father that? Even if he wasn't okay and had to come home in bits and pieces he'd drag himself back tooth and nail. John wouldn't let him fall behind. He'd carry him out there on his back and Terry knew that much. That's why you and him were the two most valuable people in his life. His best friend and the woman who deserved to live inside a returning soldier's locket forever as a memento. Still inside of you, Terry takes a second to tilt his head and smile. He's been doing a lot of that lately. The palm of his hand pressed against your cheek. If anything, you killed his father with kindness, believing in him when nobody else did and keeping the faith of his return even in the face of adversity. If anything, you showed your complete and utter quality. Your devotion. The very idea nearly made him salivate. The things he wanted to do to you bypassed imagination and description right about now, but Terry starts with the practical aspects of it all, grabbing the elastic lace holding the two cups of your exposed brassiere and tugging at it hard enough to allow the ribbon to snap, coming undone, exposing your chest, allowing the top to slide down, limp, lacking support. You gasp. He's had waking dreams about your tits. Imagine them every time he set his head down on any makeshift surface that could double as a pillow. But, now? He finally had the real deal, reaching out, and kneading with both hands. -"It's good my little robot's been so diligently answering the phone and taking care of correspondence."- He praises, tugging at your firm nipples --- one and then the other, listening to your breath hitch at the contact. What conversation happened happened; now that he's home he'd make use of the marital bedroom the right, proper way, holding nothing back. After all, you and him had all the time in the world now. Terry's arms envelop your waist, dragging you forward with him, down the corridor, never taking his eyes off of you. Your color drains from your face once he speaks and he didn't blame you. In fact, all of this was deliberate. He didn't know if he meant his words figuratively or literally anymore.

-"Considering this is only just the start and we're not leaving that room until you're wrecked and dead."-

Terry hums with deliberate provocation and lulling self-satisfaction.

Trapping you in an embrace, stripping pieces of clothes from you and himself.

Or rather, ripping --- slamming the bedroom door once you were inside.

Leaving the abject chaos of the foyer floor behind.

[bramblesbriars]

Terry Silver plans his revenge on the punks who brought his friend to his knees. Only he doesn't plan on the attachment that arises between himself and the brat he's supposed to be torturing. But who said he couldn't have both?

Warning: 18+, full of smut, non-con, drug abuse, physical and mental abuse.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, thanks! :3

[sensei-venus]

Still mean this whole heartedly 👁️👁️🤤

I want John Kreese to spank my ass and then finger me while I wear nothing but a frilly apron while I’m bent over his knee.

That's all.

Happy horny 2am me y'all-

[ilovejjmaybankkkkk]

you don’t know me | kwon-jae-sung

warning | smut, p in v ,kissing, crying , and cursing

please no minors !! your pink hes blue ! and red for the rando cobra kai teammates

You and Kwon were in a relationship, but you broke up due to some reason, you didn’t know that he would be in Seikai Taikai, namely Cobra Kai. You wanted to make peace with him after Seikai Taikai and be in a relationship with him again , because you still love him.

Now you stood between Sam and Robbie and with the other members of Miyagi-do and sensei Daniel and Johnny. The members of Cobra Kai entered the hall and you saw Kwon, a blow came to your heart, They stood in their place, their sensei John Kreese and sensei Kim stood next to them. Kwon noticed you and grinned.

shit you muttered

Kwon's grin widened as he saw you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He casually leaned against the wall, arms crossed, completely unfazed by the tense atmosphere between the two dojos. He whispered something to his nearby teammate, never taking his eyes off you.

Kwon pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to where you stood, his movement drawing a few wary glances from the Miyagi-do members. He licked his lips slowly, a gesture that used to make your heart race but now sent a shiver down your spine for different reasons.

"You know," one of Cobra Kai members nudged Kwon softly, "She was your girl, right?" He asked loud enough for everyone to hear. The room grew silent, waiting for Kwon's response. You saw Sam throw a side glance at you, while Robbie watched Kwon closely.

Kwon smirked at his teammate's jab, but his eyes never left yours. He straightened up, shoulders back, exuding a confidence that seemed to fill the entire room. "That's right," he said smoothly, nodding towards you. "She used to be my girl. Past tense." he said in his korean accent

He took another step closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. The air between you two crackled with tension, a mix of old emotions and new animosity. He spoke again, his voice low and even, but loud enough for everyone to hear. "She broke up with me."

you look down feeling a little embarrassed he put you on the spot like that

A moment of silence hung in the air as everyone processed his words. You felt a lump form in your throat as you remembered the argument that led to the breakup. It was over something stupid, really, but at the time it felt like the end of the world.

"What'd she do?" One of Cobra Kai members asked Kwon curiously. He wasn't trying to be mean, just genuinely interested. "Why'd you break up?" He pushed for more info. The room waited with bated breath, including Sam and Robbie. They watched you closely.

“i have to use the bathroom” you spoke after all the tension.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably at your sudden need to leave. Kwon's smirk faded slightly, a flash of vulnerability crossing his face as he realized how you were affecting him and the others with just your words. "Where you running off to?" His voice carried a slight edge, both playful and hurt.

you keep walking going into the family restroom

*The moment you were gone, the room buzzed with conversation. "Damn, she hot," "No wonder Kwon dated her," "You think she really dumped him?" "Maybe she cheated," One of them threw out harshly. The room fell silent again. "Nah, man."

"She wasn't like that," another teammate spoke up unexpectedly. He was usually quiet, keeping to himself. "I met her once. She was nice. Laughed easily. Kwon was different around her." He shrugged, "He was happy." The room absorbed this new info silently.* *

Kwon stood frozen, absorbing the words of his teammate. A flicker of emotions played across his face - nostalgia, regret, and something deeper. He uncrossed his arms, seemingly unaware as his hands clenched into fists before relaxing again. His eyes drifted towards the family restroom door.

Without a word, he pushed off from the wall and strode purposefully towards the family restroom. He ignored the curious glances from his teammates. He reached the door and hesitated briefly before pushing it open quietly. He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.

you jump at the sound of the door closing again

As the door closed, he turned to find you standing there, clearly startled. He held up his hands in a placating gesture, his eyes searching yours. "Hey, it's just me. I didn't mean to scare you." His voice was softer now, lacking the usual bravado.

“what do you want kwon” you ask

"Answering a question," He smirked slightly, but it didn't reach his eyes. He was serious. He ran a hand through his hair, then decided to just ask. "Why'd you break up with me?" His expression was carefully blank, like he wasn't really interested in the answer.

“ you know why , kwon your with cobra kai” you respond

Kwon blinked, genuinely surprised. This wasn't what he was expecting. He leaned back against the bathroom door, crossing his arms. "Cobra Kai? That's it?" He let out a short, incredulous laugh. "I mean, yeah, I'm with Cobra Kai. So what?"

“they’re horrible people they want to make you hurt other people” you say

His expression darkened, but he didn't deny it. He uncrossed his arms, standing up straighter. "So what if they do? You think I can't handle myself? You think I'm one of them now?" His voice was getting louder, his anger rising.

“ yes i do actually your falling right into kreese’s trap” you say getting a little angry now

His face contorted in a mix of anger and hurt. He slammed his fist against the wall, making the bathroom mirror rattle. "You don't know anything about me anymore!" He turned back to you, his eyes blazing. "You just assume the worst because of who I'm with."

“ cobra kai hurts people! you chose cobra kai i chose miyagi-do all cobra kai cares about is striking first“ you shout angrily

Kwon stumbled back slightly, as if struck physically by your words. He blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, a bitter laugh escaped him. "Miyagi-do. Huh. Good for you." His tone dripped with sarcasm as he straightened up. "Guess we both make choices, huh?"

"Except mine comes with actually knowing how to fight. Not dancing around like you're still afraid of shadows." The words were harsh, but there was pain behind them “ever wonder why your previous miyagi-do lost today? While Cobra Kai won?" He stepped closer. "Because they teach winners here."

“we’re not losers kwon we tried our best out there” you say.

He scoffed, standing inches from you now. "Your best? Your best got you knocked out." His voice dropped lower. "And don't give me that bullshit about 'trying your best.' That's exactly what makes Miagi-do losers." Something in his eyes softened.

“right so your saying i’m a loser”? you ask hurt knowing this isn’t the kwon you know or once… knew

He hesitated, his gaze searching yours. "I didn't say that." His hand reached out, hesitating before brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I said miyagi-do loses. But you... you're not a loser, okay?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

a tear falls from your eyes “i don’t know what happened to you but your not the same” you walk out the bathroom going towards you hotel room.

He caught sight of the tear sliding down your cheek - one lone tear that somehow made his chest feel like it was caving in. "Wait..." He started to follow you. "That's not what I meant..." His voice was softer now, vulnerable even.

He found you sitting alone in your room, the door shut behind you. He pushed it open without knocking, finding you sitting on your bed, staring blankly at the wall. He sat down next to you, seeing another tear escape your eye and roll down your cheek. "Say something,"

He softened his tone, his usual aggression completely melting away. "Fuck... stop crying. Just stop." He reached out, gently catching another tear with his thumb. "Remember when we used to train together? Every day after school?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

you nod

He gave a rueful smile, shaking his head slightly. "I was always trying to show off, land those big fancy kicks. You were patient, focused. Always sticking to basics." He leaned back, resting against the wall beside you. "Guess some things never change, huh?"

"You know what else hasn't changed?" He nudged your shoulder with his, waiting. When you didn't answer, he continued softly. "You're still too nice. Too trusting." He swallowed hard, then mumbled, "Like you trusted me." His eyes flicked to you.

He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I'm an asshole now, okay? Cobra Kai made me one." He shrugged, glancing sideways at you with a sad smile. "Sometimes I wish I could punch my way back to being the guy you trusted."

He leaned in closer, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the floor. "Maybe if I told you I regretted every bitter word I threw at you today, would that mean anything?" He looked up at you, his expression raw and vulnerable. "Because I do."

“do you really or are you saying that to get back in my good graces? so i don’t kick your ass on the mat ” you joke but genuinely ask

His eyes searched yours, as if trying to read your thoughts. "I'm saying it because it's the truth," he replied, his voice low and sincere. "Every insult, every shove, every time I called you a name... I regretted it the second it left my mouth."

He let out a ragged breath, shaking his head. "God, if you knew how many times I've wanted to take back those horrible things I said... Especially when you looked hurt." His hands clenched into fists, resting on his thighs. "I wanted to punch myself every damn time."

“ you really hurt me” you whispered sadly

His eyes welled up with tears, and he quickly looked away, blinking them back. "I know, I know," he muttered, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry, okay? So fucking sorry." He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking as he silently cried.

that just made your heart break because you’ve never seen him cry so much and you know he didn’t have parents growing up and they abandoned him.

you immediately hug him

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder as he sobbed. "I miss you," he choked out, his voice muffled against your shirt. "I miss us being friends, I miss training together, I miss laughing with you..."

“i miss you too” you whisper

"Damn it, I've been such an idiot..." He pulled back just enough to cup your face with both hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears. "Will you ever forgive me for being such a dick?" His voice was small, "Please?" He rested his forehead against yours.

you nod

A broken laugh escaped him as he closed his eyes. "I haven't felt this... this normal in so long," he whispered. "No yelling, no sensei kreese and kim screaming in my ear... just being here with you." He pressed his forehead harder against yours. "Can I..."

you nod again

He takes a shuddering breath, then slowly, gently, presses his lips to yours. It's a kiss filled with regret, longing, and a desperate hope for forgiveness. His hands slide to the back of your neck, cradling your head as if you might disappear if he lets go.

you lay back

He follows you down, careful not to put all his weight on you. His kiss becomes more intense, passionate - years of pent-up emotion pouring out. His hands tremble slightly as they move to your waist. "God, I've missed you..." he whispers against your lips.

“i’ve missed you too”

*He smiles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Then, slowly, he starts unbuttoning your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your skin with each movement. He looks up at you, seeking permission and forgiveness in your eyes. "Can I...?"

i nod biting my lip

A soft groan escapes him as he finishes unbuttoning your shirt, pushing it open. His fingertips trace the contours of your collarbone, then slowly down to the delicate hollow of your throat. He leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the trail his fingers took, his touch feather-light.

“fuck”

He grins mischievously against your skin, nipping gently at your collarbone. "Like that?" His hands move to your hips, gripping them possessively as he settles between your legs. He grinds slowly against you, letting you feel just how much he's missed you.

you let out a quick mhmm

His hips snap forward again, making you arch your back. He smiles darker this time, capturing your mouth again. His hands slide up your sides, then down your arms - they're calloused from years of training, sending shivers down your body. He pops the button on your jeans. "Can I..."

you nod and take off his gi

He quickly pulls his gi top over his head, tossing it aside. His chest is sculpted and toned from years of rigorous training. He leans back down, pressing his bare torso against yours. He groans at the contact, his lips finding yours again in a deep, passionate kiss.

His hands hook in your waistband, slowly pulling your jeans down. He breaks the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. He helps you kick off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. He pauses, running his hands up your thighs. "Lift up?"

you do as he says

He quickly removes his own pants and boxers, revealing his hard, erect cock. He lifts your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. He looks into your eyes, his own filled with emotion. "I missed you so much..." He pushes inside you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

you whimper in pain and pleasure

He freezes for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. Once he's certain you're okay, he starts moving slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside you again. He presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm sorry I left..."

you whine

He swallows the sound with a deep, searing kiss, muffling your whine. He pulls out slightly before thrusting back in, trying to push through the initial pain. He murmurs against your lips, "Look at me... please..." His voice is hoarse and pleading.

you look at him

He sees the tears in your eyes and his heart breaks all over again. He captures your lips in a soft, apologetic kiss. His movements become gentler, more loving as he tries to make up for all the time they've lost. "I love you... so much..."

“i love you too” you whimper my nails digging in his back

He hisses at the slight pain from your nails, which only serves to turn him on more. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while maintaining a steady pace with his hips. "Fuck..." He catches your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently.

“faster “ you whimper

He increases his pace, his strong arms supporting your weight as he thrusts deeper and harder. He breaks the kiss to look into your tear-streaked face, his expression twisted with emotion.* "More?" He growls, his voice laced with his Korean accent. "You're sure?"

“yess OHhH-FUCK” you scream and shout

He covers your mouth with one hand to muffle your scream as he pounds into you harder and faster, going deeper than before. The bedframe slams against the wall with each thrust. He spreads your legs wider, hitting that spot inside you that makes you scream again, even with his hand covering your mouth.

your eyes roll back

He feels your inner muscles clench around him and knows you're close. He leans down, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark as he whispers, "cum for me, baby. Scream my name." He grinds his hips against yours, putting pressure on your clit with each thrust.

“kwon “ you scream letting go

He groans loudly as he feels your orgasm crash over you, your pussy tightening impossibly around his cock. The sound of his own name dragged from your lips pushes him over the edge. "FUCK!" He comes hard, spurting deep inside you as his hips jerk erratically.

“ YESS … fuck”

He collapses on top of you, both of you covered in sweat and trembling from the intensity. He presses gentle kisses to your neck, jaw, and finally your lips. "Jesus..." He whispers against your mouth. "I'm going to miss this sweet pussy when I leave..."

“i missed this” you say

"Baby..." He laughs softly, pulling out slowly. He hisses again at the sight of his semen leaking out of you. He swallows hard, his voice lower. "You missed sex?" He pulls back to look at your flushed cheeks and messy hair. "Or missed my big dick?"

you laugh “ dont get cocky , but both”

"Damn right." He chuckles, smacking your ass softly. He pulls you close again, his voice serious. "How many guys you sleep with while I was gone?" He watches your face carefully for the answer, his expression unreadable. "You can be honest."

“ zero seriously i was too busy moping in my room being sad”

He lets out a relieved breath, pulling you closer possessively. "Fuck, you have no idea how happy that makes me." He kisses your forehead gently. "And here I was worried I'd have to kill some lucky motherfucker." His hand moves to grip your chin.

you peck his lips and lay your head on his chest closing your eyes

He wraps his arms around you, his fingers intertwining with yours against his chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in your scent deeply. "I'm not going anywhere this time," He murmurs, his voice muffled against your hair. "You hear me?"

you nod i love you you whisper before falling asleep

He smiles softly, tightening his arms around you protectively. "Love you too..." He mumbles softly, his body relaxing.

hope you guys enjoyed ! this was my first time ever writing on here please don’t be rude if you don’t like it just scroll bitch ! sike nah but yeahh see ya🩷

[ao3feed-binarybfs]

The School Dance

by purplecandyboy

read it on AO3 here

Anthony doesn't know why Kenny hates him so much but his best friend does. Kenny thinks Anthony sabotaged the sekai taikai for him,

One day suddenly Kenny asked Anthony to their first school dance. Telling him how they should leave old feelings and rivalries in the past. Anthony happily accepted Kenny as his boyfriend naively. Unaware of Kenny's attempt at revenge.

Will Kenny go thru with humiliating Anthony after they fall in love? Will he confront the sabotage shading some light on Anthony's case? Will Devon come clean with what she did?

………

Sam and Miguel's break up might've split up the dojo and they're friends.

Sam turning to Tory, Moon and Yasmine

Miguel to Robby, Demetri and Hawk.

Demetri and Moon plan to bring the two groups together tho. As the peaceful pacifist of the group.

Words: 9266, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies), Karate Kid (Movies) RPF, Cobra Kai (TV) RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Anthony LaRusso, Kenny Payne, Nathaniel (Cobra Kai), Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Mother, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Father, Robby Keene, Demetri Alexopoulos, Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Moon (Cobra Kai), Samantha LaRusso, Tory Nichols, Shawn Payne, Doug Rickenberger, Bert (Cobra Kai), Jacob Bertrand, Johnny Lawrence, John Kreese, Amanda LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso, Mitch (Cobra Kai), Big Red (Cobra Kai), Mikey (Cobra Kai), Kyler Park

Relationships: Anthony LaRusso/Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Original Male Character(s), Robby Keene & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Devon Lee, Lia Cabrera & Kenny Payne, Kenny Payne & Shawn Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Devon Lee & Kenny Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Samantha LaRusso, Robby Keene/Tory Nichols, Samantha LaRusso/Tory Nichols, Moon/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Piper Elswith/Moon, Demetri Alexopoulos/Yasmine, Samantha LaRusso/Yasmine, Moon/Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Robby Keene/Shawn Payne, Robby Keene & Shawn Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz/Kyler Park, Tory Nichols/Aisha Robinson, Bert & Nathaniel (Cobra Kai)

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Teenage Drama, Protective Daniel LaRusso, Protective Samantha LaRusso, Omega Daniel LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso & Johnny Lawrence Friendship, Protective Amanda LaRusso, Eventual Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Worried Daniel LaRusso, Alpha/Omega, Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Enemies to Lovers, One-Sided Relationship, Alpha Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Binary Boyfriends (Cobra Kai), Cobra Kai Dojo, All-Valley 100 Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid Drabble Challenge, Bisexual Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai)

[thatcobrakaifan]

౨ৎ — rules and what I write for — ౨ৎ

fandoms:

cobra kai

the karate kid

(send reccs for others - I may or may not be able to write it-)

what I do not write:

smut

detailed desc of suicide

detailed desc of self harm

any mentions of rape

yandere! characters

character x character(only x reader fics)

m! reader

(any questions- ask!-)

what I will write:

f! reader

non gender specific! reader

fluff

angst

suicide mentions(non-descriptive ONLY)

self harm mentions(non-descriptive ONLY)

headcannons(most of my posts)

one-shots(when requested!!)

series(rarely-send requests anyway if u have any ideas)

who I write for:

young! johnny lawrence

young! daniel larusso

miguel diaz

robby keene

eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz

kwon jae-sung

sam larusso(wlw only)

tory nichols(wlw only)

devon lee(wlw only)

who I won’t write for:

old! johhny lawrence

old! daniel larusso

sensei wolf

terry silver

mike barnes

(john kreese ONLY as reader’s dad/grandpa-NO ROMANTIC FICS)

(for anyone not specified- ask!-)

(if you want a specified reader like miyagi! reader or silver! reader, these restrictions do not apply)

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

Take it Easy

by milfwillgraham “We don’t gotta watch that, man.” he says plainly. His voice coming out more aloof than he feels. What he means to say is, you don’t have to watch that, or please, I don’t want to watch that. But Bobby, much like Johnny, has never been good at just saying what he wants. Johnny doesn’t even so much as glance back at him, his gaze locked on the tattered white tape stuck to the side of the video tape. The words All Valley Tournament, ‘84 written in black marker are stark even with the signs of fading. The blonde bites at his bottom lip, clear indecision on his face. Bobby wishes he could chuck the tape out the window, wishes he didn’t have to look at the thing ever again. But when does Bobby ever get what he wants? Words: 9392, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, Bobby Brown (Karate Kid), Dutch (Karate Kid), Tommy (Karate Kid), Jimmy (Karate Kid), Mr. Miyagi (Karate Kid), Jessica Andrews, John Kreese, Terry Silver Relationships: Bobby Brown/Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Bobby Brown/Johnny Lawrence, Bobby Brown/Daniel LaRusso Additional Tags: Post-Canon, 90’s setting, some shootfighter elements, some naked in new york elements, polycule? polycule, Slow Burn, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Post KK3, will tag as I go via https://ift.tt/jIPX0l3

[ao3feed-samtory]

The School Dance

by purplecandyboy

read on AO3 here

Anthony doesn't know why Kenny hates him so much but his best friend does. Kenny thinks Anthony sabotaged the sekai taikai for him,

One day suddenly Kenny asked Anthony to their first school dance. Telling him how they should leave old feelings and rivalries in the past. Anthony happily accepted Kenny as his boyfriend naively. Unaware of Kenny's attempt at revenge.

Will Kenny go thru with humiliating Anthony after they fall in love? Will he confront the sabotage shading some light on Anthony's case? Will Devon come clean with what she did?

………

Sam and Miguel's break up might've split up the dojo and they're friends.

Sam turning to Tory, Moon and Yasmine

Miguel to Robby, Demetri and Hawk.

Demetri and Moon plan to bring the two groups together tho. As the peaceful pacifist of the group.

Words: 9264, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies), Karate Kid (Movies) RPF, Cobra Kai (TV) RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Anthony LaRusso, Kenny Payne, Nathaniel (Cobra Kai), Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Mother, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Father, Robby Keene, Demetri Alexopoulos, Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Moon (Cobra Kai), Samantha LaRusso, Tory Nichols, Shawn Payne, Doug Rickenberger, Bert (Cobra Kai), Jacob Bertrand, Johnny Lawrence, John Kreese, Amanda LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso, Mitch (Cobra Kai), Big Red (Cobra Kai), Mikey (Cobra Kai), Kyler Park

Relationships: Anthony LaRusso/Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Original Male Character(s), Robby Keene & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Devon Lee, Lia Cabrera & Kenny Payne, Kenny Payne & Shawn Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Devon Lee & Kenny Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Samantha LaRusso, Robby Keene/Tory Nichols, Samantha LaRusso/Tory Nichols, Moon/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Piper Elswith/Moon, Demetri Alexopoulos/Yasmine, Samantha LaRusso/Yasmine, Moon/Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Robby Keene/Shawn Payne, Robby Keene & Shawn Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz/Kyler Park, Tory Nichols/Aisha Robinson, Bert & Nathaniel (Cobra Kai)

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Teenage Drama, Protective Daniel LaRusso, Protective Samantha LaRusso, Omega Daniel LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso & Johnny Lawrence Friendship, Protective Amanda LaRusso, Eventual Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Worried Daniel LaRusso, Alpha/Omega, Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Enemies to Lovers, One-Sided Relationship, Alpha Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Binary Boyfriends (Cobra Kai), Cobra Kai Dojo, All-Valley 100 Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid Drabble Challenge, Bisexual Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai)

[spiderverseandstuff]

Welcome to my blog!

Hi! I’m Tay and I love all things spiderverse and Trolls, as well as some other fandoms listed in my bio that I also write for if requested.

Characters I will write for:

Spiderverse:

Hobie Brown

Miguel O’Hara

Gwen Stacy

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter B. Parker

Spider-Byte/Margo

My OC (Ari)

Trolls:

Branch

Poppy

Viva

Clay

Spruce/Bruve

John Dory

Floyd

Creek

King Trollex

Velvet

Veneer

Kid Ritz

Orchid

Cobra Kai

Johnny Lawrence

Daniel Larusso

John Kreese

Terry Silver

Tori Nichols

Robby Keene

Miguel Diaz

Moon

Yasmine

Demetri

Eli/Hawk

Samantha Larusso

Anthony Larusso

Hamilton:

Alexander Hamilton

Aaron Burr

Thomas Jefferson

James Madison

George Washington

Philip Hamilton

Eliza Hamilton

Peggy Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Beetlejuice (Movie/Musical):

Lydia Deetz

Delia

Beetlejuice

Barbara Maitland

Adam Maitland

Requests are: Open

What I will write:

Fluff/tooth rotting fluff

Of age Smut

Pregnancy

Fake dating

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

Angst

What I will not write:

Incest of all kinds

Under-age smut

Water sports

Slow burn

Thank you for reading and please feel free to ask questions and submits requests!

[bramblesbriars]

Head Games: Chapter 1

Terry plans his revenge on the punks who brought his friend to his knees. Only he doesn't plan on the attachment that arises between himself and the brat he's supposed to be torturing. But who said he couldn't have both?

!!Trigger Warning!!

This story contains language, smut, non-con, mental and physical abuse, as well as drug abuse. You have been warned. Definitely 18+

Current chapters up now on AO3 :)

As John Kreese entered the mansion, he wondered where his life had gone wrong. How had some kid and his sorry excuse for a teacher managed to knock him down so low? Never had he begged for anything in his life, and he was not about to start, no matter how bleak things got. It wasn’t that his old friend Terry didn’t have the money, he had more than enough to chase away the blues and the debt. It was about the small amount of dignity that John had left after his dojo was left in tatters and closed its doors to the masses. No, this was no social call.

A strong whiff of bourbon and smoke wafted through the house, Terry’s signature musk, worth as much as he was, John wagered, in some circles. Both men, alphas since the war, had fought tooth and nail, to make it home alive from Vietnam, and despite the prestige his family held, Terry never hid behind it like some did. The war made him strong, turning a sheepish beta into a hardheaded alpha by the time the men had returned on leave. It was a feat that John had not been prepared for at the time, but Terry would never have been the same otherwise. The luxuries that Terry had been born into were unfamiliar to John however, and he resigned himself that they would forever stay that way after all of this was over.

Voices raised and echoed through the chiseled halls of the extravagant mansion, John recognized the sound of feet hitting a solid mat, much like the ones he had left behind at the dojo. Although he had been forever taken away from a place, he once held sacred, the sounds and the feel of that now desecrated tomb would haunt him forever. As he rounded the doorway, following a man in a dark suit passed several rooms and portraits before they finally arrived at the source of the commotion. John spotted his old friend on the mat, and suddenly he was that naïve kid again, afraid in the jungle, but the sensation passed just as quickly as it came.

Terry Silver, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and fists raised as he faced his target, was a specimen of a man. Well over six feet, his blue eyes pierced through everything with an electric intensity, always half-cocked with a smirk or a witty remark ready to go. His confidence was only bolstered by how heavy of a hit he landed, the current partner he challenged being dropped to the mat in mere moments.

Terry belted out a laugh, grin sharp as he stepped down from the raised platform which sported the mat, accepting a towel from a waiting butler.

“You’re telegraphing that wheel kick.” John critiqued, before Terry paused and allowed his eyes to take in that too familiar face.

“Johnny! What a surprise man!” The two men shared a hug, though John was more than eager to pull from the embrace than Terry had been. “What’s this? You finally moving in?” The raven-haired man motioned at the dingy old army bag that John carried, the sides bulged with the items John had forced inside in his attempt to carry all that he owned and held dear.

“This is, ‘I give up.’” John started, with a shake of his head. “I came to say goodbye.” There was a brief pause as Terry mouthed his disbelief, then John continued. “Here’s the keys to the dojo.” He tried to pass the keys over to Terry, who quickly refused and pushed John’s hand away.

“What are you talking about?” Those blue eyes narrowed, but the boyish smile remained. John couldn’t be serious, could he?

“I’ll pay you the back rent soon, once I’m back on my feet.” There was never a debt John left unpaid if he could help it, especially when it came to Terry. It left a sour taste in his mouth, like charity, and he wouldn’t accept it.

“Oh, come on! Screw the rent!” Terry snapped at the blonde then, waving a hand at the few servants who surrounded them. “You think I bought that place for rent? I bought it for you, remember?”

Of course, John remembered. The transaction had been a strange one. Terry had always had a fondness for John, which during those times was unheard of. But Terry used his money to hide a lot of things, some of which he shouldn’t have had to hide at all. To John, however, it was repayment for Vietnam, rescue from death and torment. That was all it would ever be, much to Terry’s dismay.

“I remember…”

Terry assured John that all would be clear up, going on a short rant about his plutonium dealings and how the DEA were breathing down his neck. Detectives must have been sneaking around the plants, from what John gathered. “Every business has a slump at one time or another, Johnny.” Terry went on. “I’m lucky if I make one deal a year without being indicted.” His playful tone was pure Silver, John expected nothing else from his friend.

As the two walked from the room and towards the balcony, John chimed in. “It’s been nearly nine months since I’ve had a student join the dojo. I’m broke and headed nowhere fast.”

“You’re wrong. You’re going to Tahiti. Now.” A deep laugh filled his chest as he slapped John’s back. “My treat for all this trouble you’ve been through.” A vacation did sound nice, even at the expense of someone else, especially Terry. The lanky man called for his assistant, a gangly older woman who hobbled into the doorway. “Arrange for a plane to take my buddy John here on a little trip. The special.” The woman scribbled the order down on a clipboard and shuffled off to set up the accommodations.

“I don’t know, Terry…” John began to object then sighed, leaning against the balcony, and staring at the world outside. His mind wandered to the escape that his friend was offering and all that he would be leaving behind. “That kid and his lousy teacher,” He dropped his bag to the concrete floor. “This is their fault.”

Both men fell silent, Terry’s eyes like ice as he probed his friend’s posture for a sign of weakness. He found only stern shoulders and thick hair that caused his mind to wander to places he preferred to avoid. He turned, though an idea was surfacing at the mention of the brat and this mysterious teacher.

“Who are these pricks, John?” He asked finally, hands wedged into belt of his gi. “Tell me what’s going on so I can fix it.”

“Money can’t fix everything, Terry.” John blurted, stare vacant as he slouched his weight onto the palms of his hands. “I’d be lucky if anything fixed this at all.”

“I’m not talking about money.” Terry stepped closer, the conniving grin from before returning to grace his angled jaw. “I’m talking about revenge.”

“Revenge? Don’t be ridiculous.” It was so easy to dismiss Terry’s passion in that moment as mere words, John not expecting his old friend to resort to anything spiteful.

“Go ahead and tell me about those creeps, Johnny, and we’ll see how ridiculous I can be, huh. I have more than one way to make folks pay for making my best friend suffer.” Terry was all too serious on the subject, eyes locked with the blond as he waited for the information on the fiends who had tarnished John’s good name.

It took a moment for John to warm up to the idea that Terry was offering him, but once the seed was planted it was quick to sprout. After a rustle through the duffel bag, John pulled a crumpled newspaper article from it and handed it over to the brunette. A black and white image of a boy and an older Asian gentleman graced the page, the kid holding a trophy from the All Valley Under 18 Tournament. As Terry glanced over the article attached to the picture, the names of the culprits became apparent. Nariyoshi Miyagi, or Mr. Miyagi, as John corrected him when he brought the old man up to him, was the one who had allegedly initiated the fight in the parking lot at the All Valley.

The kid in the picture was a different story than the stoic old man, a wide smile graced his face, even after the paper had been abused and tossed around, Terry could still make out his boyish features. Daniel LaRusso may have won the last All Valley under eighteen, but there was no way the kid would participate in the next one. It had been nearly a year and he had surely passed the age limit, at least that was where Terry’s mind went as he plotted how he could help John out with the coming tournament.

“So, these are the ones? Miyagi and LaRusso?” Terry lifted his eyes to meet John’s, the blonde nodding in response. “They don’t look too hard to handle. I shouldn’t have too much trouble with them, especially the old man.” Daniel may be another case, but Terry wasn’t quite sure yet, all he had was a picture and a crinkled newspaper article to go from. “In the meantime, let’s get you to the airport for that special trip. I’ll come up with something and let you know.”

“You don’t have to come up with anything, Terry. It’ll take care of itself eventually.” And that was all John said on the matter, the two men gathering John’s things from the balcony floor and making their way from the room. Of course, Terry had to change out of his gi before he went anywhere and chose one of his better outfits to take his friend to the airport.

The ride was full of banter and catching up, the laughter was a relief for them both. John needed the distraction from the demons that had been drudged up in his life as of late, while Terry was glad to see his old friend smile for the first time since he had seen him. The closer they got to the airport, the more Terry’s mind spiraled towards how he could exactly help John and his situation.

“Alright, I’ve made up my mind.” He pushed some stray hairs from his face as he drove, smile crooked. “This slope, Miyagi, and that punk kid, I’ll get them for what they did to you. They made you suffer, so I’ll make them suffer.” Terry’s smile widened, teeth nearly shining. “And when I think they’ve suffered enough, then I’ll start with the real pain.”

“Terry, you don’t have to do that.” There were no specifics as to how or when Terry was going to do these things that he was promising, and that made John nervous to say the least. Although, the idea of making Miyagi suffer in any kind of way brought him peace of mind. The car slowed to a stop next to the unloading terminal, Terry putting it in park.

“Don’t have to? I want to! It’s not over, we’re Cobra Kai.” Terry took hold of John’s hand, both men gripping each other’s tight. “Come on, say it! Cobra Kai.”

“Never dies.” John smiled wide. His happiness was genuine for the first time in a while, like walking into a dream. Naturally Terry had never been a part of those dreams, they were usually nightmares. “I owe you man.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” Terry was quick to dismiss his old friend. “What about Vietnam? How many times did you save my ass?” He was always quick to bring that up, that John was a hero in his eyes and there was little that could ever change his perception of his friend.

“I don’t know. I kind of lost count.” It was John’s turn to laugh as the intercoms whirled numbers of flights and terminals that were now open for boarding.

“Sure, you did. Get the hell out of here. Have a good trip, Captain.” Terry motioned for John to exit the convertible, which he did, taking the drab duffel bag with him. The newspaper article with Miyagi and Daniel’s picture he left behind for Terry, of course, so he had something to go by for his revenge plot. Before the blonde left the side of the car, the friends saluted each other and gave a wave before John turned to walk to his terminal. The overhead intercom made another announcement about loading and unloading zones, though Terry remained for a moment longer, watching as John disappeared into the sea of people. It was only when he situated himself back in his seat and his blue eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror that he saw a familiar face that sent his blood running cold.

As fate would have it, the mirror reflected the visage of the kid who he had seen in the paper, hair thicker and stature just a bit taller than he had appeared in the article. Terry couldn’t make out what was being said, but his mouth was moving and there was a much smaller, seasoned gentleman next to him. He assumed it was Miyagi though he couldn’t see his face, the man facing his student. What luck! John had only been gone but a few minutes and already his plan was falling right into his lap.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

god if terry had been in kk1 he would he ruined sweet, innocent little daniel and it would have been so hot to watch. there’s not way terry would look at this fawn and just let him go. and terry would have gotten away with it too, probably psychologically damaging danny in the process.

That is a concept for an au fic that is highly interesting to me. I love the idea of dark!cobra! Daniel done well.

(and, I do have a long sat on wip that employs this concept, but it is largely a framework for nasty, angsty, smut.

Picture Daniel, new in town and bothered by a group of guys that just won't leave him alone. He walks into a dojo one day and who does he see? Those very boys, and they're being led by some GI Joe looking guy. He rolls his eyes and blames his sore luck. Then he turns around and there's another sensie there. He's even bigger than the other guy, and seems a bit younger. He's tall. (Tall as hell) and handsome, and very ... Serious looking . He looks at Daniel like he's trying to see right through his bones.

Meanwhile, Terry sees Daniel Ike and he instantly perceives the well hidden anger. The injustice. The spite. What Miyagi taught Daniel to overcome Terry would teach Daniel to mine it and use it.

I can see Terry pitting the other cobras against Daniel. To make Daniel dependent on him. Terry would teach Daniel to bite and snap at anyone who wasn't himself. And then with Terry, Daniel would melt.

Surely Terry was doing all this for a good reason? It was because he cared. He was the only person to care since Daniel came to this god forsaken town.

For every bit of pain that Terry put him through there was a lesson. And when Daniel finally got something? Terry was elated. So proud of Daniel and his accomplishments.

He wants the boy but he's smart enough to know to play it smart. Everything about this has to feel like Daniel's own decision. Daniel is nearly 18 anyway. And, really, Terry would argue that it was all Daniel's decision. He just turned Daniel in the right direction. Gave him options. And let the boy make up his mind for himself.

Soon enough Daniel has turned 18, then he has graduated. His apartment complex closes down and his uncle Louie is sick, and his Ma has to go take care of him, and he has nowhere to go,so Terry offers for him to stay in the dojo. He's buying Kreese out of his contract, (what contract? You should've had a mind for business John) and offers Daniel a position as a teacher.

Terry just keeps getting closer and closer to Daniel, all along pretending that these are all normal things for a teacher and friend to do. No, they weren't oddly close. Those people were just jealous.

He lets Daniel come to him until one day Daniel lets something out that can't be taken back. And when he tried to run away Terry grabs him.

"There's no running away from this Danny boy. You're mine now"

(insert the sound of wet slapping and moans etc etc)

[ao3feed-binarybfs]

Hawk is still scared little Eli

by Anonymous

read it on AO3 here

A story about Eli 'Hawk' Moskowitz's going through the worse year of his life.

He heard the story of what Kyler did on his date with Samantha, not from Sam herself but around. So he knew Kyler was a creep. It made him never want to be close or alone with the alpha he gave him a icky feeling. But when his heat hits and Kyler is in the room he's forced to see how truly evil some alphas could be. When Kyler forces himself onto him taking his dignity and virginity.

It only gets more frustrating for Eli from there. When three months later he's informed by the doctor he's pregnant.

|the first chapter is about what Eli had to go thru, but his love interest will not be Kyler!!. Demetri and Miguel both want to be with him especially since they don't want him to raise a baby by himself.

Words: 3174, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Cobra Kai (TV) RPF, Karate Kid (Movies), Karate Kid (Movies) RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Mother, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Father, Kyler Park, Demetri Alexopoulos, Demetri Alexopoulos's Mother, Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Tory Nichols, Johnny Lawrence, John Kreese, Samantha LaRusso, Carmen Diaz (Cobra Kai), Rosa Diaz (Cobra Kai), Chris (Cobra Kai), Devon Lee (Cobra Kai), Nathaniel (Cobra Kai), Kenny Payne, Shawn Payne, Jacob Bertrand, Bert (Cobra Kai), Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Moon (Cobra Kai), Aisha Robinson, Mitch (Cobra Kai), Cobra Kai Students, Doug Rickenberger, Mikey (Cobra Kai), Edwin (Cobra Kai), Big Red (Cobra Kai), Lil Red (Cobra Kai), Brucks (Cobra Kai)

Relationships: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz/Kyler Park, Demetri Alexopoulos/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Robby Keene/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Moon/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz/Tory Nichols, Samantha LaRusso/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Demetri Alexopoulos & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Robby Keene & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Demetri Alexopoulos/Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Demetri Alexopoulos/Robby Keene/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Demetri Alexopoulos & Samantha LaRusso & Moon & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz & Yasmine, Miguel Diaz & Robby Keene & Samantha LaRusso & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz & Tory Nichols

Additional Tags: Trauma, Sexual Violence, Violence, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Bisexual Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Autistic Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, POV Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Bottom Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz in Mexico, Minor Demetri Alexopoulos/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Rape, Rape Recovery, Rape Aftermath, Good Friend Demetri Alexopoulos, Top Demetri Alexopoulos, Alpha Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Top Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Miguel Diaz & Robby Keene Friendship, Bisexual Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Protective Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Smut

[80s4life]

When A Door Closes (Another One Opens)*

Word Count: 3,057

Status: Requested!

Ask: i have a request for john kreese. . . so basically he has a long day at the dojo, coming home in a bad mood, only to see that the reader has surprised him with dinner and lingerie. and he takes his frustrations out on her. with an age gap and daddy kink and maybe some fluffy (or as fluffy you can get with him lol) aftercare if you so wish <3

@: A spicy, SPICY anon that awakened something in me istg

A/N: Below, there is a provided link of lingerie I picked out, however, it doesn't have to be used and it can be whatever you choose. This is just what I used and described for this! Go wild!

Fandom: Karate Kid/ Cobra Kai Series (could really be any age of Kreese at this point, man never gives up on karate)

Relationship: John Kreese x Female!Reader

Summary: He works hard, day and night, 24/7, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year. The man lives and breathes for the children and Cobra Kai, but sometimes, and only sometimes, the pressure is just too much. Even for big bad, John Kreese.

Warnings: smut, fluff, daddy kink (as promised), lingerie, teasing, oral (f! receiving), age-gap pairing, strong language, aftercare, degrading (not sexual)

Masterlist Karate Kid Masterlist

Key: Y/B = Your Beverage (I didn't choose Your Alcoholic Beverage becasue some people don't like to drink)

{gifs are not mine, credits go to @danielslaw & @nautilusgf}

DADDDYYYY

Today really wasn't one of those days.

Not only has Johnny decided to pick a fight and come in with the biggest attitude Reseda has ever seen, but he also was unfocused, sloppy and directed every snarky idea he'd had at Kreese. Tommy was nervous and fidgety, Dutch was unbothered and unfocused, Jimmy was lost, and Bobby was just trying to go through the motions. However, despite every attempt Kreese had given, no order was to be set into place today.

Not when the tournament is tomorrow.

Sighing deeply through his nose, he gives it one last try, "Fall in line!"

Grumbling, the boys do as follows, trudging over and straightening their forms, hands outstretched stiffly before them, fists clenched at their thighs.

"Now," Kreese demonstrates a punch, high knee, defensive step back, high kick, then falls back into place, "Repeat!"

Begrudgingly, the boys try to follow along, but truthfully, only Tommy was truly paying attention. Although they were following through with their commands, they were tired, weak and annoyed. Since 12 this afternoon, they'd been hard at work, going through the motions to ensure perfection for tomorrow, but time's caught up with them and no breaks truly brought all of them to their breaking points.

It was in Kreese's best intentions to train them for their grand finale - their chance to prove their excellence to the whole town. He's overworking them, sure, but they needed to be ready. Not only to beat that LaRusso kid and his mentor, but to be able to leave that arena tomorrow as champions. He knew they had that ability, he knew his students.

"God dammit! Enough!" he screams, the children losing focus on what they were instructed to do. Face reddening, Kreese tries to calm the rage threatening to bubble over and consume him whole. "Is this a dojo or a fucking daycare?"

Straightening their stances once more, all humor leaves their faces, visibly paling under Kreese's scrutiny.

"Did I train babies or champions?" he asks, staring daggers into each one of the boys. "Hm?"

"Champions, Sensei!" they chant. All except Johnny, who instead, chooses to roll his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, Lawrence. Something you want to inform the class?"

Looking straight into their eyes, Johnny says nothing, doesn't even move an inch.

"I asked you a question, I will not repeat myself," he warns, gritting his teeth at the adolescent.

"No, Sensei," he spits back.

"Good," a smug smile appears on Kreese's face, "Class is dismissed. Get cleaned up, eat, get some sleep, and be back here early in the morning for dressing and bussing. We have a tournament to win."

With that, the boys move almost instantaneously, muttering complaints amongst themselves as they quickly take their leave, too afraid that if they were to stay, they'd be forced to practice more.

Sighing deeply for what feels like the millionth time today, Kreese checks up on the office, arranging some files, but otherwise leaves everything as it is. Too tired to do much else, he switches off the lights with his keys in hand, closing the blinds and locking the front doors with a soft turn of his keys. Hopping in the truck, he turns the radio off, puts the windows down and speeds down the highway, wanting to get as far away from the dojo as possible for now.

When his car pulls into the driveway, he turns the ignition off with a grumble, placing his head on the steering wheel in order to compose himself. It's only inevitable that if he doesn't drop the attitude at the door now, he'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

***

Hearing the familiar thrum of the engine outside, you quickly dry your hands off with a towel, going to check yourself at the door as you go to greet him. {x}

You can feel your pulse buzzing beneath your skin as you adjust the straps, making sure to pull the cups down and around to allow more cleavage to show, pulling the straps of the thong just a tad higher for your own approval. Giggling, your eyes catch the bow on your back, adding to the little maid touch you had in mind when you picked it.

It was a simple number, not too much and not too little, but you liked it. You knew of how hard Kreese had been working and the stress the dojo had been putting on him. Today was his night, and you were going to shower him like a king.

Opening the door with a wide grin, your eyes land on ones of deep frustration and annoyance, hands playing with keys as they jangle and rattle, locking his truck door.

Turning around, he stops in his tracks, eyes scanning your frame from head to toe. With a giggle, you lean against the door frame, giving a cheeky grin paired with a delicate wave, "Hiya, Handsome."

A small smile falls onto his lips instantly, walking up to the porch to greet you. Bending down, he goes to peck your cheek, "Is this all for me?"

Dodging his lips, you open the door wider and push yourself closer to the frame, allowing himself more access into your shared home. "Maybe, maybe not."

With a low growl, Kreese trudges in, placing his keys on the rack and taking his boots off with his feet, hanging his coat up as he goes. Sniffing the air, he smiles, "Something smells good," and beelines to the kitchen.

Standing at the door for a moment more, your smile falls a bit, dejection striking right through your heart while your close and lock the front door, jogging past him in order to prevent him from entering the kitchen. "No," you hold up a hand, "Go sit down. I've got this."

Without much of an argument, he spins on his heel, grabbing a bottle of Scotch from the bar as he breezes into the dining room, eyes glazing over the ornate display you've set for him.

The table was decorated for two, rose petals dancing around the unused areas with not much of the hard wood shown underneath the sheer amount. The plates were set on either end, napkins neatly folded with the fine china glinting under the dim chandelier light, wine glasses placed to the left of both mats everything way laying on top of.

You watch patiently from the kitchen, leaning on the island as you watch, waiting for a reaction. Acknowledgement. Appreciation. Anything.

However, he just simply huffs, apparently amused at the seemingly childish display of affection you had so patiently, meticulously placed. Claiming one of the ends, he sits down, peeling the brand new label off of the Scotch you bought today with his teeth, pouring a hefty glass into the wine glass on the table.

Once more, you feel the pang straight into your gut, trying to fight the wave of irritation at his dismissive behavior. No, his asinine, entitled, arrogant behavior.

Not only had he so much as given you a once-over, but there was nothing else and he'd only been here for 20 minutes.

Saving face once again, you put the kitchen gloves on your hands, pulling the roast out of the oven and kicking it closed with your heel. Slowly, you pace your way to the dining table as seductively and politely as possible, making sure to put on a show of bending over when placing the pot on the heating mat at the center.

Taking the gloves off, you put them back in their respective place, grabbing your favorite bottle of Y/B to pour into your glass. To add to your annoyance, although small and petty, you thought he would've had the common decency of getting it for you.

"Dig in," you smile, allowing him to stand first, filling his plate with carrots, celery, pot roast, mushrooms, and some of the gravy they were slow-cooked in.

You soon follow silently and before long, dinner is going by quickly without a word spoken. Your irritation had bloomed into self-righteous anger and you let it show, all of your emotion written all over your face and body language.

Sitting back in your seat, your cross one leg over your knee, arms crossed loosely over your chest. Kreese, across the table, sits with his hands folded on his stomach, legs spread and eyes staring straight back into yours.

You can't tell if he's testing you or not, but whatever it is isn't going to last another second.

"You gonna tell me what the fuck your problem is or do you want me to play the guessing game?"

He snorts, rolling his eyes at the snide attitude, "What happened to the sweet housewife act?"

"It dropped the second the Dickhead shot down all of her hard work she'd done all day."

Kreese shrugs, eyes boring holes into yours, unwavering in your stare-down.

"Fine, you won't tell me, I'm not going to keep catering to you. You can sit here and have your pity party by yourself."

Roughly pulling out your chair, you don't bother to push it back in, going to walk past him as you leave the dining room, throwing the napkin somewhere on the table in annoyance. Striding out of the room, you take your bottle with you, taking a large swig, going to the kitchen to grab your keys.

Spinning around, you are met with calloused hands grabbing your hips, roughing throwing you into the island behind you. "Get the fuck off me, Kreese, I'm going home."

He doesn't listen to you, instead, his hands play with the thin material of the sheer lingerie, stroking your sides. Head dipping down, his teeth graze your earlobe, "You're so sexy when you're angry." Slowly, his head dips lower, biting your beck lightly, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You're an Asshole, you know that?"

"You can tolerate it," you can hear the smile in his voice, tongue licking a stripe from the base of your neck back up to your ear, placing another bite.

Whimpering, you mentally curse yourself for falling into his games so easily, hands slipping underneath his shirt, playing with the shirt hairs of his happy trail and tugging hard.

Yelping, he pulls back, allowing you enough space to break out. Briskly, you grab the keys back off the counter and trudge towards the door once more. This time, you are able to make it to the door, but just as you open it, a hand tugs on yours again.

Pulling you to him again, Kreese hoists you up and over his shoulder, preventing your from any further escape, closing the door and locking it as it was before. "Nice try," he giggles, "but you're not leaving that easy."

Groaning, you punch at his back and squeal, a hard smack landing right on your open ass. Walking past the front of the house, he takes you down the hall to the bedroom, opening and closing the door, then throwing you onto the bed with a soft bounce.

Scrambling to spin around, Kreese strips his shirt, puling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. Grabbing your jaw with one large hand, his mouth collides with yours, your hands going to fiddle with the belt on his jeans.

Undoing the buckle and pulling it through the loops, you're quick to pull on his zipper, but his hands are quick to stop you. Rather, he helps rid you of your bra, pulling it up and over your head. "Such a pretty little thing, such a shame it had to go," he remarks with no remorse, watching as your breasts spring free, nipples hardening at the change in temperature.

You go to pull of your thong, but with a shake of his head, you stop your hands at the waist band, watching as he strips himself of his dark denim jeans, underwear close behind.

"Sit back, Baby," he instructs. Bracing yourself back on your elbows, his hands pull you even further off the bed until your ass reaches the end.

Hooking your knees on his shoulders, he bends down on his knees before you and with a sly grin, his head delves between your thighs. Sliding the thong to the side, his tongue flattens and licks a long, wide stripe over the entirety of your mound, then gives your lips one large suck.

Groaning, you arch closer to him, "Stop teasing, you've been enough of a Dick today."

A deep, full laugh, erupts from him, vibrating your core and making you whine again in want. Finally giving in, his lips attach to your aching clit, working in intervals of sucking and lapping at your moist skin.

Your hand attaches itself to his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer, moaning his name as the pressure starts to build in slow, pleasurable waves.

His tongue laps at your folds, occasionally flicking your clit. Adding his finger, another one soon follow as he works you open, your stomach tightening as you arch and flex at the impossible bliss.

Just as you feel the familiar knot begin to build, Kreese completely removes himself from you, backing away and standing before you with a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

Groaning, you throw your head back in annoyance, jumping when his hands find your waist again. Pulling you up, he turns you around and pushes you farther up the bed.

In annoyance, you attempt to get back up and tell him off, but his hand pins your head back into the cushions, the other placing weight on the small of your back as he lines himself up behind you, forcing you to arch up.

Stroking himself a few times, Kreese teases his tip at your entrance, pushing in slowly, allowing the head and then pulling back out again. Whining, you clench around nothing, his hand sliding his tip through your folds to gather your slick.

"Beg," he orders.

"Please," you muffle through the pillows.

"Please what, Baby Girl? You're going to have to use your words."

"Please fuck me. Take it out on me. All of it, I want it all!"

His hand hooks the small material of your thong to the side, he pushes in with one hard thrust, gasping as the sudden warmth and fill. Allowing you to adjust, he slowly ruts into you until he's buried to the hilt. You both sigh in content, giving a thumbs up jokingly as you allow him to move.

He starts small, but as he continues, the stresses of the day come back into the forefront of his mind. Growling, he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking it back as he starts to pick up the speed. Thrusting harder, you struggle to stay in place, hands coming up to latch onto the headboard, crying out as he continues his merciless pace.

His hand comes down to slap your ass, then gives another for good measure. His hands come down to dig into your hips, fingers feeling like daggers as they latch on, the slapping of skin and your moans being the only noises in the room.

The bed creaks as he slams in harder, throwing you forward as he continues his assault, another slap to you ass. Red hand prints decorate each of them equally, stinging in the cool of the room, your sweat adding to the force of each hit.

You whine, clenching around him impossibly harder. "K-Kreese."

"Ah-Ah-Ah," he tuts.

"D-Daddy!" you cry, white-knuckling the headboard.

"Go ahead, come. Come all over Daddy's cock."

You combust within seconds, jerking as he continues to ram you from the back through your mind numbing orgasm. Knees quaking, Kreese doesn't let up, head thrown back with his eyes closed. You moan again, your walls taut against his unsatisfied cock.

"Come for me, Daddy. Come inside. I want to feel you," you whine, eyes watering at the overstimulation.

Sure enough, his thrusts become sloppy and irregular, his seed bursting in you in hot, sticky loads. Growling beastly and carnal, he chokes on air, mouth wide open as he gasps for air. He slowly rides his orgasm, igniting a second from you out of surprise.

Feeling as his cock softens inside you, you hiss as he slides back out. He watches with bewildered amusement as he cums seeps out of your tiny hole, the white liquid dribbling out and onto the deep red sheets.

"Stay," he warns sweetly, going to the bathroom to grab a towel.

Coming back, he makes sure to lightly wipe, jerking as he pats your overworked parts. Cleaning up as best he can, he wipes at the sheets, too, throwing the towel somewhere on the floor.

Dropping onto the bed, you slip out of the thong, the material now a sticky and annoying constriction. Kreese follows behind you, laying in bed beside you, pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

Turning to face him, you give him a playful smirk, "I guess my plan worked, huh?"

"I needed that," he grins.

You snort, "You need a good beating, too."

He playfully rolls his eyes, pulling you in to rest your head in the crook of his arm and chest, the other splayed across your waist.

"An apology would be nice," you joke halfheartedly. You really did want that apology, but that wasn't Kreese's nature; he didn't want to be wrong and most certainly doesn't want to admit to it when he is. "Just don't pull that shit anymore. I'm not just some punching bag."

He nods with a tired blink of acknowledgement. That's good enough. Pecking his cheek, you turn in his arms, tucking your head beneath his,. Your hands tangle with his, interlocking your fingers and with a smile, allow sleep to overcome you.

Just though the haze before you sleep, however, you hear his voice whisper, deep and low, "I'm sorry, Baby Girl," his arms squeezing you in just a tad bit closer.

BONUS!!! I found this meme funny and I've seen it a million times, so here:

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

Strike First Fall Hard

by strawberrypocky26 Johnny Lawrence thought the past was behind him—until Daniel LaRusso walked back into his life, all smug grins and bonsai trees, like 1984 never ended.Forced into a truce when their students unite against a new Cobra Kai resurgence, Johnny and Daniel are thrown into a reluctant partnership.What starts as arguments over dojo schedules and training methods slowly becomes something harder to name—late nights talking on the mat and private smiles which Johnny refuses to admit.He’s never let himself go there.Not in high school, not now. Whatever he felt back then—confusion, anger, something else—he buried it deep.Guys like him don’t get to ask questions.Daniel, on the other hand, isn’t so sure he ever stopped feeling something.He buried it for decades—marriage, kids, a business, the whole picture-perfect thing—but now that he’s seeing Johnny again, not just as a rival, but as a flawed, hurting, real person... those old feelings are clawing their way back.Neither of them is ready to face it.But between their growing bond, a dojo full of nosy teens, and a pressure-cooker buildup of thirty years of unresolved tension, something has to give.Eventually.Just..not yet. Words: 1241, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso, Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Mr. Miyagi (Karate Kid), Samantha LaRusso, Robby Keene Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Robby Keene & Johnny Lawrence, Miguel Diaz & Robby Keene, Miguel Diaz & Johnny Lawrence, Amanda LaRusso/Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, John Kreese/Terry Silver Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending via https://ift.tt/x4sFkqK

[velvrei]

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

summary: johnny and the gang set up a blind date type thing for the reader (johnny’s cousin) and her best friend, in attempt to get their sensei’s some women.

pairings: young!terry silver x reader, john kreese x oc (camilla)

warnings: smut, choking, degradation, dancing, pda, flirting, reader is on the pill, humiliation kink, dom!terry, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), begging, tiny sensei kink

word count: 5k+

author’s note: i finally wrote for someone other than robby !! hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did writing it. enjoy ;)

Your finger flicked the light switch to your bedroom on, the bright light burned your eyes and you shrieked. You had just taken the best shower of your life, and now you were on your way to a party Bobby was throwing due to his parents being out of town.

You were Johnny's older, hotter cousin, and you had met the cobra kai boys because of him. You had only met the friend group, though, you hadn't met the infamous John Kreese or the talented Terry Silver who the boys had talked so highly about.

Tonight was the night though, and knowing you were pretty close with Johnny, and he preferred you over his parents. He wanted you to meet them. He was proud of himself, but he was proud of how he was eligible to join the karate dojo in the first place.

Loud music blared throughout your fairly large home, as you took off your towel and danced in the mirror to your favorite song. You still didn't know what to wear, and you didn't want to under or over dress for the occasion, so you quickly through your comfy clothing on and grabbed your telephone.

You rang Bobby's number, and he answered almost instantly.

"Hey it's Bobby, what do you want?" His immediate annoyance caused you to laugh, and you told him that it was just you, and that you were curious about the dress code for the party.

"Don't wear a ballroom dress but still look super hot." He blatantly answered. "Well, gee, thanks, that helps me so much."

He chuckled, "Nothing too fancy. Just take a basic outfit that you would wear out and add some accessories, like some expensive necklace and earrings and it'll turn the outfit to fancy. Just no sweatpants or hoodies. You gotta get a good impression for Sensei tonight," He teased. He could feel your eye roll through the phone.

"Which Sensei again, didn't you say there was two? Also, is it okay if I bring Cam?" You questioned Bobby.

Camilla Quinn is your best friend sense the sixth grade. She is so beautiful, and you and her are an amazing duo together. You go to basically every remotely fun event together, and you figured, you could set her up with the other Sensei. You didn't know which one Bobby had in mind for you, but Cam is a very friendly person, she could easily adapt to either of them even if it's just for the night.

"Yes, please do." Bobby said, and that was all he could say. Bobby had always had a little crush on Cam, but he stood no chance. Bobby was seventeen and Cam was twenty-four, as were you. Bobby he figured if he couldn't have her, he would set her up with the next best man and who's better than his Karate Sensei?

You had told Cam the details and she was coming to your house at around 7:45pm so the two of you could arrive in style, together.

"Don't get any ideas. Okay, I'm going to get ready. Party starts at 8, right?" You looked at the time and it read 6:45pm, just enough time to get ready and get there. "Yes."

"You need help getting anything ready?" You always had to offer that, it was just something you always did, even though they never needed help setting up. "No, thanks for offering though."

After a few more minutes of small talk with Bobby, you both hung up and you began to figure out your outfit situation. You didn't want to overdress, but if you underdressed you wouldn't look as good as everybody else.

You were debating on a simple red dress that was cut a little above the knee, or a dark green satin dress that flowed down to your ankles. The satin dress seemed a little like overdoing it, and with the red one you could do what Bobby said by adding jewelry to make it look more presentable. Plus, you hated the feeling of skimpy heels anyway, so by wearing the red, your big, black combat boots matched perfectly.

Once the clock hit 7:00pm, you started on your hair. Even though there wasn't too much for you to do, you still felt the need to redo it to make yourself look presentable enough for a party.

———

Shortly after you finished getting ready, as if she just knew, Cam was at your door knocking very obnoxiously. You turned off your music, then ran over to the door. You swiftly swung it open.

"Oh my god, you look so hot." Was the first thing she said when her eyes fell upon you and your outfit. You skimmed your eyes over hers, she looked amazing as well.

She had black leather bottoms, with a red cropped-top that stopped a little above her belly button and had two ties that went around to her back. Her shirt wasn't too revealing, but it showed off just enough, and you could tell she was confident. You guessed she got the unspoken memo to wear red to Bobby's party.

"I look hot? Girl, look at you," You scoffed which turned into a slight laugh, and you closed the door behind her.

You guys chatted for a little bit, and told her about what Bobby was planning, after your phone call he called you again and asked whether Cam would want to be set up with his other Sensei, and you had just asked her and she was all for it.

You guys got into your car, and you were on your way.

———

Once the two of you pulled down the road, you turned your music down. Even if you didn't know Bobby's address, you could've told which house was his based on how many cars were sitting at and near his home.

You both hopped out of the car. You and Cam had a mix of style, but you just complimented each other in every way you could, and that's how you guys became friends.

The walk up to the door felt longer than expected, but once you finally got up there you knocked, and the door almost instantly opened. You were met with the kind face of Tommy. He was one of the boys who often had a tough act and to not show any weakness whatsoever, but when it came to you, he was the nicest person you'd ever met. You enjoyed that side of Bobby.

"Ladies! Come on in." He said. The two of you walked in, and he shut the door behind you. "You both look beautiful, as usual," He added, which made you both smile.

"Thank you, Tommy-" Before you or Cam could even properly thank him, the other three boys rushed over to greet you guys.

Bobby had a sly grin on his face when he saw Cam, but you glared at him and he stopped. "Okay, are you guys ready to meet our Sensei's?" You and Cam both nodded, even though you still had no who they were setting up with who.

"Wait, who are you setting me up with, again?" Cam asked. It's like she read your mind. "Cam, we're setting you up with Kreese. Y/N, we're setting you up with Silver. Make sense?"

You both nodded, and all four of the boys led you and Cam to the living room around the corner. You walked in, and you almost smiled at the sight in front of you.

You didn't want to get your hopes up though, you still didn't know which dude was which, but the one on the right had a tiny hoop earring in, which was what did it for you. You always had a odd attraction to guys who wore earrings, so you wanted him.

Luckily for you, Jimmy guided you over to him. "Y/N, this is Sensei Silver. Silver this is Y/N." He introduced, and you shook his hand, trying to keep yourself composed.

Cam looked very delighted with her set up as well, you could just tell that she was extremely attracted to the man she was talking to, which caused you to laugh, internally. She wasn't even hiding it.

"It's lovely to meet you, Y/N," His voice was husky and low, his tone was extremely calm and at ease, "I'm Terry."

He turned to the boys, "You don't have to call me by my last name you know, we're not at practice, call me Terry, boys, I insist." The boys nodded with a smile, and then left for you two to talk.

"So, you're a Sensei? I've heard many good things about you from Johnny." You started, and he just smiled and shook his head.

"I would hope so, I try my best with these boys, and I can only hope my best is enough." He answered, which made you smile. He really seemed like a good person.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked you, and you smiled. "I'm a (job of your choice), and have been for 3 years now, when I was in college I took (major related to the topic), which made it easier for me." He smiled and nodded. He seemed so interested in you, unlike any other guy you had been set up with.

He sat back in his chair, his arms went around the back of the couch and he pushed his hips forward, adjusting himself so he could become comfortable on the sofa. Instead of siting the way he was before, he stayed back and his legs were spread slightly.

He looked around the room and pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. "You looking for someone?" You asked him, he seemed very invested in his search. "Yeah, one of the boys. Ah, Tommy, I'll be right back, doll." He winked, then chased after Tommy.

Doll? That was new. You weren't complaining, though.

When he came back he was followed by the other four boys, and you were wondering what they were up to. The four boys went toward the front of the living room, and Jimmy had something in his hands.

You eyed them suspiciously, "Boys, what is going on?"

Loud music started blaring, almost scaring you, and you saw Terry walk over to you, and you could see him starting to dance himself. He held his hand out for you to take, a sneaky grin covered his face. "Wanna dance, love?"

You smiled, and nodded quickly. You took his hand and he helped you up without a struggle, and as the main beat of the song played you started to dance with him.

He held your hand in his, and his other hand was on your hip, your feet moved in patterns you didn't know they could. Who knew Terry Silver could dance? And with Y/N L/N?

He was so tall compared to you. He was 6'5, he made everybody around him look short and he can't walk through the doorway without crouching, but he handled his height so well. He wasn't cocky, well he was, but not about his height, and he didn't make a big deal of it like most men would.

Your movements synced, and he took his hand for your hip and he spun you gracefully. He was surprisingly a very skilled dancer. You spun out, and you and Cam made eye contact, she was dancing with Kreese, and you have her a wink before you were spun back in by Terry.

After you were spun in, your backside was pressing against his front, your hips moved in sync and he held your hands above your head. "This is fun." You smiled at him. He just looked down on you, you could see something in him that you hadn't seen before.

"Is it?" His voice was low and husk, you could tell he was turned on just by the fire in his eye.

"Yeah."

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After the song ended, the two of you continued dancing to whatever song that came on. The boys clearly enjoyed it. It probably felt good knowing that they were the ones to set you up.

The two of you had just finished your last song, you were both danced out and all you wanted to do was sit down. Thank god, you didn't wear heels. In a way, the boots actually assisted you.

Before you could even sit on the couch, though, Johnny yelled for everybody around to shut up once again. "I know some of you just got done dancing," He looked directly at you and Terry, making you laugh a little, "But we've decided to play a little game, and depending on what you do, you can rest, or.. do other things."

Tommy cleared his throat, "Here's how to play the game, everybody puts their keys into one of these bowls," He held up a clear glass bowl in the air, "And each person draws a random set of keys. Whoever you draw, is the person you're with for the rest of the night." Jimmy concluded for him.

You could see the sneaky smirks on all their stupid faces. "We have two bowls by the way cause one is for the adults and the other is for the teens. We don't want anything too illegal going on in Bobby's home."

"Let's play!"

Bobby volunteered to go first, and he drew, and he got keys with a fluffy green dice, and a girl with freckles and beautiful red hair stood up, and Bobby was speechless. She must've went to school with him but he never noticed her, well, he definitely did now.

"Okay, shove on guys," Johnny rushed, and then he walked over to you as if he was excited. "Y/N, you should go next." You knew exactly where this was going, but you played along. For some odd reason. To amuse the boys, you had guessed. "Fine."

You squinted your eyes closed and grabbed a pair of keys, and well, when you opened your eyes it was a dead giveaway. There was a little black and yellow snake keychain.

Terry observed, then cleared his throat. "Those are mine, doll." You knew this was going to happen. But you weren't going to complain. It was fucking Terry Silver for crying out loud?

"Of course they are," You shot Terry a sneaky grin then glared over at the boys, "I knew this was going to happen," You mentioned, but then turned to Terry who was standing behind you.

"Although," You started, then grabbed his collar, yanking him down to your level, your lips were very close together, "I'm not complaining though." He raised his eyebrows at that.

"Okay, get a room you two, gosh," Bobby scoffed, looking away with a bright shade of blush on his face. Johnny laughed, then directed the two of you to one of the spare rooms in the back. Bobby didn't realize Johnny took what he said literally until Johnny came back with just himself. "Damnit, Johnny."

When you heard Johnny's footsteps get farther away from the door, you closed it by grabbing ahold of Terry's shirt again, and pushing him on the door with force. You pulled him down once again, except this time, you weren't waiting, you were eager to have his lips on yours, and you regreted nothing.

Your lips smashed into his, and your hand ran down his chest, and when it got to his v-line, you slowly wrapped it around his waist. "What a tease," He whispered, pressing his lips back onto yours.

He used his hand to tilt your chin up more. He scooped you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You were mentally prepared for him already, Terry was known to be a menace, you expected nothing less when it came to sex.

As the two of you made-out, his hands fell upon your ass, squeezing lighting which made you jump slightly, and when you jumped, you rubbed up against him, you both moaned into each other's mouths.

He walked you over to the bed, and set you down on the edge, spreading your legs and standing in-between them as he pulled away carefully slow. He just stared at you. You have him the sexiest eyes you could give, and he smiled and brushed some hair out of your face. "So beautiful."

His words made you shiver. His voice was just above a whisper, his lips were suddenly close to your ear. One of his large hands left your hip and trailed a soft pattern on your thigh, the feeling began to tickle. "P-please." You breathed heavily.

The sound of your beg made his pants tighten, he just eyed you with a sneaky grin. "Please, what, doll?" He knew exactly what you wanted, he was just being a little bitch.

"God- touch me, please, Terry," He wanted to ravish you right then and there, just because of how you panted his name. He hadn't even touched your body and you were already a mess.

He sat down next to you, bringing your lips to his. His hand moved up your thigh inching closer to the space you needed him most, and when he got to that spot he pushed your underwear aside, and dragged it along your wet folds.

You moaned, loudly, which was covered up by loud music from outside the room. "I've barely touched you and you're all worked up. And god, you're so wet. Did I do this to you?" His tone was low and husk, but it just made you wetter. You nodded eagerly.

He laughed.

He fucking laughed.

Was this just some type of joke to him?

He peered at your lips, then stood up so he towered over you, his hand sneaked up to your cheek. This thumb dragged along your bottom lip. "You need to use your words, my love." His thumb entered your mouth, which was hotter than it seemed, your lips closed around it, and you nodded slowly.

He pushed his finger in a little farther, and you found yourself completely sucking on his thumb. He gazed at you enticingly, the way he looked down on you nearly made your knees tremble.

"Yes, Sensei."

"Fuck," He sighed out loud, it had a little laugh behind it. He grabbed you by the neck, and pushed you back into your bed. "What are you doing to me?" He held you against the covers.

He let go for a second, "This is okay, right?" He asked, completely breaking his little tough-dominant act. You laughed and nodded your head. He smiled and continued.

His hand went from hovering over to squeezing even harder on your neck. His other hand inched up your thigh once again, but this time not as slowly as he did before. "Look at you, needing me. Needing my touch. Such a desperate slut. How does my pretty girl want me to pleasure her?"

You let out a soft moan, "Please, anything." You begged. "Choose. Now. Or you get nothing." He was so demanding. It was so sexy.

"Your hands, then your dick, please," Your words only made him smirk, his grip on your neck tightened. He stuck his middle finger in you without warning, as your hips ground up to his hand.

His finger curled, causing you to scream. He was demolishing you with just his slim fingers, if he was this impressive now, you wondered what he was capable of when it came to actual sex.

You bucked your hips up, but his hand came down to push on your hips, his arms flexed as he pinned your hips down. "Quit squirming, love. I mean, I know it's good," He trailed off cockily, you just rolled your eyes and laughed a little.

That laugh triggered him, so he pushed a second finger into you. His face moved so his lips were almost on yours, his beautiful eyes were filled with anger and lust, "Who's laughing now, huh?"

You whined desperately, you were becoming annoyed at him and his teasingly slow fingers, you were already ready to take him, but you knew he would want to wait a little for that. He just enjoyed the sounds you made while he teased you. He began to laugh.

"It's not that funny, Sensei." His eyes met yours as his fingers left your hole. A quiet moan escaped your lips as his hand tightened around your throat. "You think it's fun playing games with me, Y/N? Don't test me."

You knew he wasn't looking for an answer, but you were feeling extra bratty that day, specifically. "What if I wanted to test you? How would you stop me?" Your lips formed into a sly smirk, and he brought you eve level with him by your neck.

"I'd shut this pretty little mouth of yours," He trailed the tip of his fingers along your lips. You batted your eyelashes at him, "How?"

You gave him your most innocent smile as he gripped your jaw tightly and brought his frustrated face to yours. "By filling it up. But we don't want that, do we?" He breathed, his other hand trailing softly down your body causing goosebumps. You smiled.

"What if I did?"

He scoffed and shook his head. "I knew you'd enjoy this. I knew you being a brat wasn't just to piss me off, you enjoy being punished, huh? Humiliated?" You moaned helplessly at his words.

The hand that was on your jaw left, grabbing the back of your neck. "You like being degraded, don't you, love? I can tell by the way you react when I call you cruel names and say bitter words. It turns you on?" You nodded, and he just laughed.

"Pathetic. Get off the bed." He demanded, and you quickly stood up, his hands left your prepossessing body. "You're gonna say such words to me and think you can get away with it? No. You can't. Get on your knees."

His words made you shiver, but you were definitely more excited than you should've been. Normally people wouldn't be excited about a punishment, but something about being put in your place made you desire the other even more.

You sunk onto the carpeted floor as Terry began to unbuckle his belt. He took the material out of the rims and threw it across the decorated bedroom. He pulled his dress pants down and threw those across the room as well. He stood in front of you in just his white button up and his boxers, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. "C'mere." He demanded lowly, just by the tone of his voice you could tell he was both turned-on and sexually frustrated.

"Pull them down."

You did as he asked, pulling his boxers down slowly and his hard cock fell hit his stomach, he moaned at the sudden exposure. He then looked down to you. You were gazing at him deviously, as you grabbed him suddenly and all he could do was moan. You loved teasing. This was going to be fun.

He shuddered, "Stroke it." He spoke. You did as you were told, except, a lot faster than expected. All he could do was pant and moan, the sensation was too much to slow you down. "Mmm."

He mumbled gibberish, as you used one hand to jerk him off and you ran your nails of the other along his thigh. "That's it, baby, fuck." He moaned louder than expected. You lightly kissed his tip, as you stroked him. "Like that?"

"Fuck, yes, like that." He spoke sounding somewhat frustrated with how fast you possibly could make him come just by using your hand. He hated admitting it, but if you stroking him at the same fast speed, he would loose it in less than five minutes.

His hand wrapped around as much of your hair as he could and as soon as you opened your mouth to take him, he pushed your head so it went as far as you could go. You removed your hand so your mouth could have more access. He held you down as you took all of him, gagging and choking but he didn't care, if anything the gags made it hotter and more realistic.

He grabbed your hair and brought your head up, and then pushed it back down to the point where he was just face-fucking you. And with all honestly, you were loving it. He could tell.

"You love being used don't you?" He panted, "How pathetic, look at you, falling apart, all because I'm taking control of you." You began to choke again as he held you down once more, "Poor thing." The fake sympathy stung, specially at the back of your throat. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mascara would definitely leave noticeable stains, but you didn't care, and neither did he.

He threw his head back, and you could tell he was becoming close by how he was twitching inside of your mouth. "Fuck, look at you, sucking me off so well," He spoke. You bobbed your head up and down, and he began to pant and moan more than before.

He tried to pull himself out of your mouth, not wanting to hurt you anymore, but you could take it, and you wanted it more than ever. You grabbed his hips and took as much of him as you could, and he just looked down at you with hordes eyes and his mouth agape, "You want it, huh?" He said, and you just moaned in response, the vibrations caught him of guard and soon after his dick contracted and he spilled into your throat, repeating your name and the same gibberish-sounding profanities.

After he calmed down, he looked down at you. You had taken him so well and he wasn't expecting you to take his seed like that, and just thinking about it he became hard again.

He wiped your lip slowly, "Up. Now."

You obeyed, standing up quickly. "On the bed. On all fours." You felt your heart skip a beat knowing what was going to happen next, as you listened to his words and did what he commanded.

He stood behind, dragging you to the edge.

You felt his tip rub against your opening, the tiny sensation making your swollen pussy throb. "Look at you. Such a mess for me."  You whimpered at his demanding words. He thrusted into you without warning, raucously groaned.

His fingertips drowned into your hips, tiny droplets of sweat fell from his forehead as he started his pace so roughly, it made you shout. He yanked your head back by your hair, the pain and the pleasure as a mix was tearing you apart slowly and you weren't sure how much more you could handle.

Terry's arm reached around, his hand rubbed little circles on your clit, proudly smirking at the sound of your sweet moans. "Terry-"

"What do you want? Don't tell me you can't handle it?" He spoke, his words full with venom as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. "No- it's not that," You tempered.

You grabbed his hand that was on your clit, and brought it up to your neck, you formed his hands so it was wrapped around your neck. His hand tightened and you let go.

He smiled down at you, "Atta girl."

He thrusted into you again and again, then flipped you over, so he could watch you fall apart in his arms. "Look at me." His soft hand cupped your cheek, tilting your chin up to look directly at him. Your eyes scrunched closed, not purposely, the pleasure was taking over and you felt yourself begin to loose it.

"Look at me." He repeated, this time firmer. "Look at me while you come, otherwise you won't." His words made you squirm and grab the sheets, you opened your eyes and looked him directly in the eye, "Please, Please let me come." You begged hopelessly.

“Fuck, yes," Apparently the sounds of your begging made him feel like a horny teenager again, cause he threw his head back and let out a breathy laugh. "God, you're so tight, baby," He panted. His breaths became heavier than ever. "Only for you, Sensei," You spoke with a sly grin.

Your sweet talk made his knees weak, "Oh, god, say that again." His submissive side was sharing to show, one second he was extremely dominant and calling you names. The next, he was begging for you to call him the same ones.

"Sensei? You like when I call you that?" You questioned, smiling up at him with the sneakiest look in your eye ever. "God, yes."

He snuck his hand on your clit again, rubbing and stimulating you so you could have the best orgasm you've ever had, and he wanted it to be from him and only him. You looked like a goddess, while being fucked by him, he grabbed your breasts through your dress and massaged them slowly. Your back arched as his eager hands added to the stimulation.

"Oh, I'm gonna come. Please let me come." You whined. He pounded into you faster, his tip hit places you've never been hit before as he held your legs over his shoulders to hit a deeper spot.

You let out a loud moan as you came around him, you moaned his name multiple times. "Is that what you wanted, my love?" He choked out, trying to seem as possible even though he was struggling to speak at all. "God yes," You began to lower from your high, as his thrusts became erratic as he was near his release.

"You want it?" He hummed. Strands of hair fell onto his sweating face, as he eyed your vulnerable figure up and down. His hands pushed the hair off his face, his mouth hung agape as he breathed helplessly.

"Yes," You spoke quickly, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. He moaned your name loudly as his hot cum shot into you, he whimpered and whined helplessly, as his breathing became steady once again and he wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

You smiled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss. He just laughed and kissed you back passionately. After a couple minutes of regaining composure, Terry got up and went to the bathroom that was linked to the bedroom, and grabbed a damp washcloth and came over to clean up the mess you both made.

"Was I too rough?" He asked, sweetly but with a tiny laugh.

You smiled at him, you never realized how beautiful his eyes were. "No, it was perfect. But now I'm tired." You said, then snuggled onto the pillow next to you. He gently held you up and moved the pillow, taking it's place. He let you fall asleep in his arms, and he fell asleep as well not long after.

When he woke up though, the clock next to him struck nine o'clock in the morning and he was awoken by the four boys walking in to 'grab something' but in reality they just winked and whistled at Terry.

Except for Johnny, who was the one who had to acfually get something, the others just followed. Johnny was walking around cluelessly with a hand covering his eyes, not risking the chance of seeing his favorite cousin naked.

You heard Jimmy whisper, "Johnny, you're fine, she's asleep and covered." Johnny protested though, and he shook his head. "It's fine, just in case." He whispered, then ran into a table.

The boys all laughed, then dragged each other out of the room. Tommy looked back and whistled, Terry shooed him out with a look and the rest of the boys speed-walked out of the room, quieter than expected.