#karate kid fanfiction

[sensei-venus]

gosh darn it tumblr. 😭 my original ask had a request for daniel x female reader where they're at daniel's place doing homework & the reader gets distracted by how attractive he is (aka horny) and one thing leads to another and they end up fucking and that homework gets shoved off the bed so fast

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“Uhhhh I hate this! How are you so good at this stuff when I just straight up suck at it!”

“It’s because I actually pay attention and take notes, not sleep all class. Like someone in this room.”

Reader huffed as she rolled onto her side on Daniel's bed. She fanned out on his bed and groaned into the mattress in annoyance. Her brain hurt just from the thought of another math problem. Daniel was way better at this stuff then she was and she wished he would suck it up and let her copy off of him.

But no he had to “help her” by trying to tutor her. It did little to help her at this point.

Daniel just smirked and rolled his eyes at her before looking back at the worksheet. His eyes scanning over his own work, not even bothering to look at the mess of Reader’s. It looked like it could rip at any minute from how much she had erased over the thin paper. He almost grimced at it.

Reader turned back over and looked at him. Her hand resting under her head as she laid on her side and just studied him.

She had only known the boy for a year and only dated him a few months now.

Up close she could see why some of the girls at school thought he was so attractive. She felt a pang in her heart, feeling like she was lucky to have caught his eye. For him to dating her. But that was nothing in her mind.

Daniel was attractive by all things holy. He might be slightly smaller and more scrawny then most boys, he wasn't beefy or have washboard abs. But it was attractive none the least. His face was a big winner for most girls including herself.

Big brown eyes that always had a glint of mischief in them. Tan skin that was only darkening the longer he stayed in the california sun. The almost invisible dust of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Not to mention his cute nose that fit his other features perfectly.

Kissable plump lips that he was always darting his tongue out to wet.

Reader couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together to try and get some friction. Her pussy was already starting to get damp just from just thinking about him. Her eyes glazed over just a little as she watched him work on his own homework. The way his jaw locked a little when he was thinking or the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He was already starting to get annoyed with his own work and he watched as his jaw started to lock up.

She slowly moved a hand over his bed sheets, her fingers ran up is arm and finally over his cheeks. He didn’t seem to interested or he just didn’t notice.

That was until her fingers ran though his thick hair and her hand grabbed a big chuck, giving it a hard tug at the roots. He grunted and his eyes sprang up to look her way. He puffed out a cheek before huffing, she just gave him a innocent smile.

“Soooo you said your mom was going to be working late today? Taking a double shift?”

He raised a brow before slowly nodding. A smirk coming over his lips as he started to get what she was hinting at.

Not even five minutes later the two where naked on his bed.

Reader giggled as she pushed him down and straddled his waist. She grinned as she started to stroke his already hard dick. He hissed as she played with him, her fingers playing along his shaft and her finger tip running over his slit.

She let go of him only to run herself against him. She was already slick as she rubbed her folds over him. His dick pushing though her soft spongy folds. They both moaned out at the feeling, the tip of his dick digging into her clit with every movement.

“Babe shit, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

“We don’t want that do we, not till your inside me that is.”

She laughed as she lifted herself up a little bit. Her had reached around to stroke him once more before helping to line him up with her pussy. His tip brushed her entrance before pushing fully into her wet heat. Slowly she let herself slid down his dick until he bottomed out. His bass pressed against her ass just right. They both moaned and groaned at the new feeling.

Reader panted as she let him settle inside her tight cunt. She felt so full with him inside of her, and he was so deep. Her head was in the clouds as she started to move on top of him.

Daniel grunted as she moved on top of him, her hands on his chest as she used him for leverage to move herself up and down on him. She was bouncing on his dick like not other and all he could do was try to help push and pull her down. He moaned out as he buried his face into her fat tits. Almost smothering himself in her soft tits as she moved around, her hips circling on top of him. He could feel how wet she was as she spilled all over him.

His eyes rolled back for a split second pushed himself deeper into her breasts. All he could hear was her heavy breathing and moans. The way her voice rumbled in her chest. He could hear the way her heart pounded. He groaned as she felt himself slowly start to let go. The coil in his belly was tight and about to snap, his dick felt like it was going to break off at this rate. The way she moved made his head spin.

His fingers dig into the rolls of his belly as he try’s to find some kind of purchase of leverage. Her bouncing only growing more violent by the minute. He could feel his balls throb. He was so close just a little more and he would be over the edge.

He felt her grind down and her pussy clench around him. Her tight channel fluttered and she squealed out before jerking around. It took him a moment to realize what even happened.

She just squirted on his dick.

That was all it took for him to go over the edge cum. His ball drew up as he unloaded a fat load of hot cum into her tight cunt. It quickly spilled out along his shaft with her fluid’s. Her own juices painted his thighs and pelvis. It was wet and sticky as they both lay together. Her weight was like a heavy blanket on top of him and he couldn’t help but snuggle more into her. His head resting against her pillow like tits. He sighed.

She panted over him before setting back into a normal rhythm. She hummed as her gummy walls flutter around him once again. His dick slowly softened but twitched inside her.

“Remind me to take these sheets down to the laundry later, at least before my mom gets home.”

“Ummm will do baby will do….”

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[jaidens]

hi! could you write something where daniel larusso is at soccer practice & his girlfriend is there watching him, and then afterwards when practice is done, they sneak off under the bleachers and talk & hold hands and kiss? y'know, just typical high school stuff 🫶🏻 thank you!

You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town — Daniel Larusso

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : none

a/n [s] : thank YOU for the request! I hope this fulfills what you asked.

You sat on the bleachers, doing your homework two classes before. The hot sun beams down on you as you stare at Daniel. In all of his glory, he passed the ball through the green grass on the field. His coach is yelling at the team to “get themselves together” because they had choked the scrimmage.

The coach says they're off for the day and you see him running his sweaty hair back. Daniel picks up his stuff from the ground, takes his water bottle out, and takes a chug from it. You hear his Long Island accent ring out as he talks to one of his teammates, Josh. You were never quite fond of his team, as some of them had messed with your best friend.

A couple minutes later you finished your homework and put it in your backpack. You continued staring at Daniel. It was hard not to. His gorgeous tan skin was shining in the sun. He was slightly sweaty, shaking out his dark-brown hair. Daniel walked around the bleachers and up the stairs, carrying his soccer bag. You smile at him as he drops his bag next to yours and sits down. “Hey, Danny! How was the practice? You smell like sweat.” You teased and he put his arm around your shoulders. “Hey there.. the practice was good. Coach just will not get off of us over a scrimmage.” He says groaning.

“So dramatic aren't you? Wanna go under the bleachers? This heat is killing me.” You say, picking up your backpack and standing up. “And I'm the dramatic one?” Daniel says, grabbing his stuff and following you as you race down the stairs and to under the metal bleachers.

There's a couple people, mostly you and Daniel’s friends that are relaxing. You wave at your friend from chemistry and she smiles at you, just before her obnoxious boyfriend starts eating her mouth again. You make sure there are no teachers and pull Danny’s hand to get him closer to you. It provided a secret hiding place for you and Daniel to spend time together.

Daniel takes his jacket from his bag and puts it on the ground for you two to sit on. “Such a gentleman aren't you?" You said, grabbing his jersey to pull him down to the ground with you. He pulls out a couple of snacks his Mother packs for him whenever he has practiced. It's an assortment of finger food, crackers, and pretzels.

“How was class?” Daniel asks eventually, swinging his arms around your shoulders once more pulling you into his side. You remember, one day, his mother said you fit together like puzzle pieces and you almost cried. He was your best love, the sweetest and most caring boy ever who was completely fearless. “It was good. Mr. Johnson was yelling at this girl today and it was so hilarious.” Daniel laughs along with you as he stares at you while you speak about other classes you've had today.

Daniel was always a romantic after being raised extremely well by Lucille. He would never let you open a door if he was there, even if it was your bedroom door. The way he wrote notes for you and hid them in your books for every class. You always wondered how you were able to catch him. The star of the soccer team and the star of the Miyagi-Do Karate dojo. Even if he was the only one in the dojo.

“How was your day Danny? How was class?” You ask, taking another handful of snacks to eat. He starts talking about an annoying teacher, and a random thing that happened with Johnny. You can't help but admire him, the way he always has a small smile on his face when he explains stuff. His nose squeezes together whenever he eats a super salty pretzel but he continues explaining.

“Are you even listening baby?” Daniel says a few seconds later, after seeing (what he calls it) “your head in the clouds look”. You shake your head out of your daydream. “No! No, I'm listening. You were talking about Ashley Henderson!” You spout out, not sure if you were exactly right. You lay further on his shoulder and you smell his cologne. “Yeah alright." Danny’s Long Island was thicker whenever he was slightly tired. After practice, he would be almost unintelligible as you heard the way his words would stick together.

“Y’know. My Ma asked if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. We're having her famous lasagna I think. My Nonna taught it to her.” Daniel asks, running his fingers down your spine, something he did unconsciously whenever you laid on him.

You sat up slightly, looking up at his baby browns and his jaw. He has a small scar on the edge of his face from falling when he was younger. You always liked to kiss over it whenever you were alone. Secretly, Daniel loved it too. You let your lips fall on the scar, giving a small peck onto it. "Yeah, I'll come. Lucille always makes the best food. She could serve me mud and grass and I think I would still eat it.

“She does make pretty good food doesn't she?” He says, giving you a small smirk before holding his hand out for you to take. It was something he did after he got punched in the lip and you said he couldn't talk just in case he'd hurt his lip and to “hold out your hand if you want me to hold it.” You grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers together with his. He smiled at you before leaning close to your face.

You connect your lips with his, giving a slow kiss to him. Daniel slowly reaches his hand to your face, holding it as you continue kissing. Some of Danny's teammates walk up behind him and smack his shoulders before saying, “Get some!” You had to pull away to laugh as he turned away embarrassed.

“Your teammates are crazy Danny.” You say, pointing out the obvious as Daniel runs his hand down your arm. “Yeah I know. I gotta’ play with them baby.” He says sarcastically throwing his head to the side. You laugh at him as he readjusts his hips, slowly pushing them up to fix his back.

You grin as you lay back down on his shoulder. After it got hurt during the karate tournament, you were always careful about putting too much pressure on it. Daniel told you it was fine, but you were still worried. Danny stares up at the clock that sat outside and looks back at you. “We have five minutes until our next class. What do you wanna do for the rest? Jus’ relax or am I thinking what you're thinking..?”

You push yourself up off the ground and stare into Daniel’s eyes. After dating Daniel for a year, you always notice his eyes have a sense of mischievousness in them. Lucille would always point it out too, how whenever he would look at something, there would always be a look in his eyes daring himself to do something.

"Oh, Daniel! No… I'm gonna get to class before I'm late. You know I have Mr. Thompson." You said, gently slapping his shoulder. He always knows you're joking, but you see him pretend to be upset and pout his lip out. You grab your backpack off the ground and his jacket. He grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug. "Hey, I'll see you later," Daniel says. You smile before hugging him again and kissing his cheek before walking off to your class. He waves you off, staring at you and you walk away.

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[satelitis]

in which johnny lawrence is in second place to daniel larusso yet again, but we all know boys don’t cry.

g/n reader x johnny lawrence / g/n reader x daniel larusso (he’s lowkey the villan in this lmfao—)

warnings: fighting,swearing,insecurity, toxic masculinity, emotional abuse in the household. ⚠️ANGST NO FLUFF HERE⚠️

based on the song boys don’t cry by the cure , thank you to spence ml @mictodii for the inspo <3

i would say i’m sorry if i knew that it would change your mind

verbal communication was not johnny lawrence’s strong suit. he tended to be a more action oriented human being. especially when he started bullying daniel larusso, soon after he first arrived in receda. all it took was one black eye to develop around daniels eye, for you to break things off with johnny.

it had only been 2 weeks since he had moved to receda but more fights had arose between you and johnny than you had ever had in your 9 and a half months of dating.

“i’m not dating a bully.” you told him forcefully, your y/c iris’ full of disappointment and animosity, were now trying to dig away at the guilt and hurt in his own.

but i know that this time i’ve said too much been too unkind.

“well it’s not my fucking fault that larusso always gets what he fucking wants! i have nothing left, so if your going to leave me for him that’s fucking fine with me i wouldn’t expect any less! just another brick in the fucking wall.” he spat, now making full eye-contact with you.

johnny immediately knew that he had fucked up but it was too late, your eyes once full of disappointment were now doused in confusion as you didn’t even know who you were talking to at this point. as you bit the inside of your cheek, you turned around and walked the other way not wanting to say another word to johnny as you ventured home.

the moon didn’t shine that night. nor did the stars. the plethora of clouds had made it hardly visible to view the only thing you could count on one hundred percent of the time.

i try to laugh about it , cover it all up with lies.i tried to laugh about it hiding the tears in my eyes.

the next day at school you didn’t look, nor speak to johnny lawrence. he gazed at you from across the halls and lunchroom but it didn’t fix anything.

“johnny what happened between you and y/n?” bobby asked, as he had noticed you hadn’t even acknowledged johnny. johnny laughed bitterly.

“nothing man, we’ve just been off lately, nothing major.” he told the blonde boy as he looked at you, a bright smile on your face as none other than daniel larusso was talking you. joking with you. making you laugh.

cause boys don’t cry, boys don’t cry.

johnny glared at the brunette, trying not to let tears form in his eyes.

i would break at your feet and beg for forgiveness, plead with you but i know that it’s too late and there’s nothing i can do.

johnny had came up with a plan to get you back and apologize. he had bought you your favorite flower and was going to surprise you. he even wrote out a thorough thought out apology in hopes that you would forgive him and he could get you back.

soon enough, every fiber in johnny was inflamed with resentment and anger. daniel larusso had his arm wrapped around your shoulder. he was kissing your cheek. and he was complimenting you.

so i tried to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies, i tried to laugh about it cover the tears in my eyes.

that night bobby had called johnny to see how it went.

“so johnny did you get the girl back?” he asked him. johnny chuckled.

“nah man it’s funny cause she wasn’t home. her mom said she was out with her friends so..yeah.” he lied straight through his teeth. the moments of you and daniel playing in your head again. tears soon began to spill uncontrollably.

“woah johnny man, are you crying? hey it’s okay man.” bobby tried to console once again over the phone. soon enough sid, johnny stepfather came up the stairs.

“boy would you quit that racket?! and stop crying like a little girl, cause boys dont cry! you hear me? boys don’t cry!”

i would tell you that i loved you if i knew that it would make you stay but i know that it’s no use and that you’ve already gone away.

johnny knew it from the day he met you, he loved you. he was just waiting for the right time to say it. however he never got to. daniel had taken you from him faster than a blink of an eye. it was too late. he wasn’t getting you back and he knew it. what was the point?

misjudged your limit, pushed you too far, took you for granted, thought that you needed me more.

johnny didn’t know when enough was enough. so when you broke up with him, he was distraught. he never really understood what he was missing till you were gone and far far from his reach and in daniels now. johnny truth be told couldn’t live without you, and unfortunately he had to find that out the hard way.

now i would do most anything to get you back by my side

johnny tried, and tried to get you to talk to him, and hear him out. but there was no use. you were happier with daniel. and he knew that and understood he had to come to terms with it as well. even if it was going to be hard. he valued your happiness over everything and if that happiness came from someone that wasn’t it, then so be it.

but i just keep on laughing, hiding the tears in my eyes

on the surface johnny seemed okay. he seemed as if he had moved on. sensei kreese had taught him to channel all his grief and anger into karate and cobra kai but within every laugh was hidden tears. because we all know. boys don’t cry.

fin.

AN: why did this lowkey suck. okay bye.

#karate kid x reader #karate kid imagine #karate kid fanfiction #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence x reader oneshot #daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso oneshot #song fic #angst #boys dont cry

[dljcem]

hi !! could you please write hcs about dating daniel larusso from karate kid ?? thank you 🫶

ೃ༄ Lola

daniel larusso dating hcs

warnings: not beta or proof read

lets you ride on the back of his bike. hes not opposed to taking you to and from places in the slightest—he’ll even encourage you to loop your arms around his waist (so you dont get hurt, of course. totally not because it makes him giddy.)

passes you notes during class. they usually consist of trivial observations and invitations to go out; he might ask for answers, if youre covering a topic hes particularly bad at.

his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. he reassures and compliments you daily, keeps his hands on you whenever he physically can.

hes especially fond of kissing your cheek, for some unknown reason. he does it as both a greeting and farewell—its a bit of a ritual between you.

shows off his karate once he starts making notable progress. he enjoys the validation, finds that it motivates him further.

asks you to accompany him to prom. he places a lot of effort into his proposal—finds a pretty spot by the shore, buys your favourite flowers, puts together a small poster, etc.

wins you the prizes at local fairs/golf n’ stuff. you have more than a few stuffed animals from him compiled in your closet—he likes to call them your ‘children’.

hesitant to open up about the situation with johnny. he doesnt want to worry you; if you mention it, he’ll brush it off and insist its not a big deal. even when it shows, through blood and bruises and whatnot, he denies it.

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[eemcintyre]

Cruel to be Kind (Terry Silver)

TW- um... about that... *inhales,* noncon touching, mentions of harassment, size/strength kink if you squint, vomit, blood, literal murder, general toxic yandere-esque behavior; no need to worry about me at all btw thx for asking ❤️

Summary- Terry finds out that a coworker has been bothering you and you insist he stays out of it, but he takes matters into his own hands. Literally. And let's just say that it could go better.

Pls I beg you to be kind for this first foray into writing for this character. I was inspired by the phenomenal writings of @karatekels and @terrence-silver, hopefully it's an enjoyable read. It was cathartic for me to write bc I'm dealing with a v creepy guy where I work right now and it makes me feel just the tiniest bit better to imagine Terry destroying him.

“You’re quiet today. Is everything alright?”

Terry’s curious voice sounded from the leather armchair where he sat. His face was still slightly downturned from when he had been reading the book in his lap, but his eyes were directed up at her quizzically.

It was the end of a long workday for both he and Y/N, and after dinner they had decided to simply sit and enjoy each other’s company- he in the armchair, and she on the couch perpendicular to him. However, his attempts at conversation quickly fizzled out with short, superficial replies from Y/N. While she was usually vibrant, having no shortage of things to say as her dark eyes glittered with excitement, that evening, her distant gaze reflected that her thoughts were elsewhere.

At Terry’s question, Y/N’s gaze snapped out of the distance and onto him, his favorite place for it to be.

“Yes, of course, everything’s fine,” she smiled and nodded, with what looked like substantial effort, sitting with her feet curled up on the couch.

Terry removed his glasses and snapped the cover of his book closed. “Darling, how long until you finally realize that you can’t lie to me?” They’d been together for five years and married for three of them, and she had yet to succeed.

“I…” Y/N opened her mouth to make another hollow proclamation about how fine she was but thought better of it. “It’s nothing; it’s not important. You have better things to worry about.”

She stared down at her hands, twisted together in her lap. Embarrassment washed over her in an intense red flush as she thought about what she was bothered by, praying that she wouldn’t have to tell him.

Terry leaned forward almost imperceptibly in his chair, lowering his voice, his expression softening in the way that it only did for her.

“Should I be worried? Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

“It’s just… you have a tendency to… overreact.” Y/N briefly met his eyes, even though she knew without looking at them that they were piercing through her.

“Oh?”

Y/N could tell from that single syllable of Terry’s response that what she’d said had been the wrong thing to say. The soft expression returned to its typical severity.

“Give me an example. Give me an example of a time I ‘overreacted’,” he gestured for her to go on, leaning back into the armchair and crossing one long leg over the other.  

“Terry…”

“No, I want to know. Tell me so I can learn how to handle myself better.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. Her stomach sank, but there was no turning back from the conversation now. His interest was piqued, and like an animal on the hunt, he wasn’t about to let the matter go.

“Well, like the time that guy hit on me at the charity ball and you roundhouse-kicked him in the garden.” Y/N replied cautiously, cringing, not only remembering the feeling of that creep groping her again, but also the shock of Terry’s dramatic reaction to it.

Rather than hotly debate that past event with her, which was what Y/N expected, he simply cocked his head and asked “Is this like that time?”

“Just… please be calm.”

“I am calm.” His voice took on an unmistakably harder edge as he leaned toward her again, waves of silver hair framing his face, and just like that it softened. His capacity to pivot from one mood to another, moment-by-moment, never failed to amaze her. Terry rose from his chair and took the place next to Y/N on the couch, resting one of his large, warm hands over hers, which were sitting on the tops of her thighs. “You’re just worrying me. What’s going on?”

Y/N sighed, her eyes affixed to the floor, fidgeting nervously with Terry’s hand as she spoke. “There’s this guy who’s a higher-up in my department at work- Brian- who’s been… bothering me. At first, he just made a lot of, like, off-color jokes, but now he’s also touched me a couple of times and- I mean, maybe it was an accident, but…” Her voice had become barely a mumble. “I just feel really uncomfortable… and I don’t want it to escalate anymore…”

She paused briefly and finally turned her head to face him. He remained silent, and unlike how he could so easily with her, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The silence intensified her nervousness, so she rambled on.

“I’m trying to figure out how I should handle it without causing a big scene because, other than that, I have a really good thing going there, but… I’m just afraid that one day he’s going to be outside waiting for me in the parking lot or something.” She was shaking by this point and turned away from him again.

With a husband who was known for being so strikingly intelligent and capable of handling himself, Y/N felt utterly stupid for 1) getting into such a situation in the first place, and 2) not yet managing to get it under control. She wondered if a “strike first, strike hard, no mercy” lecture was coming.

Instead, she was surprised when he rose from the couch and strode toward one of the tall living room windows, hands in his pockets.

“Does this prick know that you’re married?” he asked.

She held up her left hand, adorned with a large and intricately detailed ring that was hard, if not impossible, for anyone to miss.  

“Does he know who you’re married to?”

“I doubt there’s anyone in town who doesn’t,” Y/N uttered a half-hearted laugh.

“And do you dislike that?” He stepped back toward her with measured steps, but his blue eyes flashed. “Is there a reason you don’t want to be associated with me?”

“I just don’t like being treated differently,” she said wistfully, thinking back to when she was just another random person and not Terry Silver’s wife. “Sometimes I feel like I get things I didn’t earn. Sometimes people act like they’re afraid of me.”

“They’re not afraid of you, angel. They’re afraid of me,” Terry replied, his matter-of-fact tone contrasted by the tension of his fists and the vein protruding from his forehead. “But apparently, not enough. If someone disrespects you, they disrespect me.”

Y/N’s shoulders sagged in frustration. “Don’t make this out to be an attack on your ego; this has nothing to do with you-”

“It has everything to do with me!”

She flinched and he made a conscious effort to lower his voice, crouching at her feet and taking her hands, tilting her chin up to force her to look at him. “A threat to you is a threat to me because I care about you so deeply. And no one threatens me and gets away with it.”

“Terry, now you’re scaring me…” She tried to shrink away from his touch, but he was slipping too far into his own anger to notice. The idea of some creep feeling entitled to put their filthy, unworthy hands on his wife, reducing her vivacious personality and sweet smile to a quiet, blank stare, had Terry seeing red.

“This jackass put his hands on you? I’ll put my hands around his neck until it snaps,” he growled.

“Terry! Please, let me resolve this. Don’t hurt him-”

“-Don’t hurt him?” he was incredulous. They rose to their feet together, where he towered over her and gripped her by the shoulders. “He hurt you, I’ll hurt him. Cause and effect. Actions have consequences. If he doesn’t have an understanding of that concept, I’ll give him one…”

“‘Consequences’ doesn’t have to mean breaking his legs. I am begging you, please just let me handle this and don’t do anything, not yet- promise me, sweetheart, please. For me.” Y/N’s voice shook as she pleaded with him, hands fisted in his shirt, trying with everything in her power not to cry as she felt tears shimmer at the corners of her eyes.

Terry stared down at her wordlessly, but his face calmed, and he released her from his hold, making a gesture with his shoulders and arms that Y/N read as acceptance.

“Thank you,” she exhaled, wrapping her arms around his torso in an embrace, her body relaxing when she felt his arms curl around her too.

~

The following day, Y/N pulled her cream-colored vintage Mercedes into the driveway. She was looking forward to an early start to the weekend, having had an extremely productive day and meeting all of the week’s deadlines just after the hour of noon. It was truly shocking how productive Y/N could be when she wasn’t constantly having to worry about avoiding Brian and wondering what he might do next.

When Y/N first clocked in for the morning, she’d been struck with an ice-cold pang in her stomach upon noticing that his desk was empty. She immediately thought of the ominous conversation with Terry yesterday, but before she could fall too far down that spiral, she was relieved to learn that Brian had merely called in sick. She laughed at herself. There was always some kind of cough or cold floating around the office, and to be honest, Y/N was surprised that she hadn’t caught anything herself in a while.

Even though a single day of illness wasn’t going to fix any of her problems, it was definitely a charming coincidence, a welcome surprise. It made the entire day incredibly pleasant- the sun seemed to shine brighter, her morning tea tasted sweeter, and the sound of the Motown music coming from the car radio sounded clearer. Maybe the universe was on her side and, even if she didn’t know how yet, everything would sort itself out after all.

Reaching the garage, she removed the key from the Mercedes’ ignition and took a moment to relish in the silence. The only detectable sound was the distant chirp of birds.

Come to think of it, it was almost too quiet.

Even during times when Terry himself was away doing work, the staff was always clattering around inside and outside the house doing cleaning and maintenance. Maybe they’d also had a productive morning.

Gathering her purse and heading inside, Y/N thought about suggesting to Terry that they go out to dinner, and maybe even take a whirlwind weekend trip. She decided to freshen up her hair and makeup and change into something cute before he returned home. Maybe that delicate champagne-colored slip dress from Paris.

Y/N found the interior of the house to be just as quiet and empty as the exterior, the sound of her lone footsteps bouncing off the marble walls of the foyer. She jumped upon hearing a thud from the floor above but was comforted to finally hear some sort of movement in the house. She was about to call out for some of the staff when Vince, Terry’s head of security, appeared from a side hallway.

Y/N smiled in relief. “What’s going on? Where is everyone?” she asked, realizing that if Vince was at the house, then Terry must be as well. “Where’s Terry?”

Vince did not smile back. “Mr. Silver is working in his office. He asked not to be disturbed until-”

She waved him off, bemused, taking a step forward that he immediately moved to block. “What are you talking about? I’m sure-”

“Mrs. Silver, he ordered me not to let anyone in.”

“I’m his wife,” she insisted, her pulse inexplicably starting to race, eyebrows furrowed as she kept trying to get past Vince and he continued to block her path. It kept repeating over and over in her head that something was wrong. “I’m sure he didn’t mean…”

Their tense dance across the floors escalated as Vince physically tried to hold her in place by the shoulders.

“What the hell? Let me go!” she cried, writhing in his grip, and swatting at his chest.

“Mrs. Silver, please don’t do this-”

Y/N managed to push him away from her for a brief moment, long enough to step out of the perimeter of his reach and sprint up the stairs. She stumbled a few times, shaking and lightheaded, and her thoughts were so muddled from panic that she hardly knew how she eventually reached the door of Terry’s office.

She would have hesitated to dramatically burst in and disturb him under normal circumstances, but these circumstances were decidedly not normal.

She staggered through the doorway.

The rest of the room was slightly sunken-in from the doorway, making it so one was unable to see most of the room without taking a few steps further. She was met again with eerie quiet- apart from the faint sound of someone breathing heavily. Still shaking, Y/N treaded delicately forward until she sighted Terry standing in the middle of the room by the small couch, his back to her.

“I thought I told you not to come in here until I called you,” he snapped, his shoulders rising up and down with the force of his breath. His hair was swept into a ponytail, but it looked askew- loose locks floating at random on both sides of his head.

“Terry?” Y/N approached him timidly, struggling to speak over her knotted-up stomach.

At the sound of her voice, Terry spun around. Y/N froze. Surprise briefly flickered across his face before he brought his expression back to its typical calculated control. “You’re home early, darling,” he murmured, forcing enough of a smile that it would appear he was pleased to see her.

“I… I finished up my projects for the week…” Y/N trailed off, taking in the rest of Terry’s unusual appearance. His face glistened with sweat and one side looked like it was smeared with…

“W-what’s that?” she gasped, eyes widening as she gestured to his face.

Terry lifted a hand to his cheek, and when he lowered it, he studied the dark red that had transferred to the pad of his finger. He would have to think fast.

“You’re bleeding.”

As Y/N neared Terry, he tried to guide her away from where he’d been by the couch, but it was too late. As she grew close enough to just barely see around the front of the couch, her eyes went to an unfamiliar object on the ground.

It was a man’s shoe. With a foot in it.

Terry was silent as Y/N screamed, stumbling back in horror as her gaze traveled further up and recognized Brian, crumpled up on the floor in a heap of blood.

Terry caught her as she fell and attempted to gather her into his arms, but she thrashed against his hold.

“Get the hell away from me- don’t touch me! Don't fucking touch me!” Even though he was far stronger than her, he allowed her to push him away. He spoke in a measured, low tone.

“Listen. I didn’t want you to have to see this…”

“You are so sick,” she choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks, eying him like he was an uncaged wild animal.

“Sick with love for you, yes,” he replied bluntly, slightly tilting his head and giving a small shrug.

“No, you’re a monster; you are evil and vile and perverted…” she sobbed.

“Well, don’t stop there. Go ahead. Tell me more, sweetheart.” Terry’s tone was flat but his gaze was unflinchingly intense. She recoiled. “What did you expect me to do? Did you really think I was going to stand aside and do nothing, knowing that my wife spends every day looking over her shoulder and living in fear, getting preyed on like a piece of meat? Besides, I told you- a threat to you is a threat to me. I protect what’s mine.”

He tried to grab ahold of her again and she tried to wrestle blindly out of his arms, her vision blurred by tears, the anger at being betrayed, and the stomach-turning fear of what he was really capable of, no matter how much of a mellow act he could put on. But, this time, he didn’t allow her to push him away.

“Why the hell are you crying? You didn’t even like this worthless piece of shit- he hurt you and he got exactly what he deserved!”

She was supposed to be relieved- she also wasn’t supposed to see the body or find out Brian had been murdered- but there was no undoing it. Terry roughly gripped her by the chin, confused frustration overtaking his better judgement as he forced her to look at the body seeping blood all over the office carpet.

“Now, look at that. You’ll never hear another filthy word from that mouth,” he whispered gently, the side of his face pressed to hers, gesturing to Brian’s battered facial features. “Those hands will never touch you again.” Terry pointed out the amalgamation of blood and broken bone at the end of each of the man’s arms.

Y/N was able to free her chin, slippery from tears, from Terry’s grip, stomping one of his feet and elbowing him in the ribcage hard. He could have easily kept his hold on her and subdued her but decided it would be best to allow her a couple of minutes to calm down. He would repay her for the blows and the ungratefulness another time.

Terry reminded himself that Y/N, unlike himself, was totally inexperienced when it came to violence, blood, and guts. Doing what had to be done. She took the path of least resistance even at her own expense. But this was a start; something he could work with.

Alarmed by the commotion inside the office, having overheard the conversation but hesitating to interrupt, Vince and a member of the maintenance staff finally crept inside of the room, looking at Terry expectantly.

“Clean this room from top to bottom,” Terry directed, waving his finger offhandedly in the general direction of the couch before stalking past them. As he thought about where Y/N was likely to have gone, he wiped the sticky droplets of blood from his face.  

After escaping Terry, Y/N had run straight to the master bathroom to be sick. Slumped over the toilet, she heaved violently, feeling worse than she ever had in her life, coming down from the pure shock and experiencing a gouging pain in her chest. She hoped with everything in her that Terry would leave her alone, but she knew he was likely only moments behind. And sure enough, she soon heard the door open behind her and felt his body close to her again. Forced to either vomit all over the room or remain clutching the toilet (and choosing the latter) it was impossible to shy away from his suffocating touch.

He knelt next to her on the tile, delicately stroking her back with one hand and holding her hair out of her face with the other.

“Darling, just try to breathe. Try to relax your stomach,” he cooed, wholly unphased by the disgusting sights and sounds before him as she weakly tried and failed to push him off. “That’s it, let it all out. I’ve got you…”

When Y/N appeared to be finished retching for the time being, Terry brought her so that her back was flush with his chest and his own back was propped up against the wall. He snaked an arm over the counter of the bathroom vanity, grabbing a towel to wipe her face with. She burst into tears again, undoing his work, laying helpless as he cradled her.

“N-no…” she groaned faintly.

She was too exhausted and defeated to fight him anymore. Caged by his long arms and legs, she just sobbed into his warm chest, feeling the vibrations of his voice.

“Everything will be alright now. You’re safe with me.”  

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #the karate kid #cobra kai #karate kid fanfiction #cobra kai fic #cobra kai fanfic #one shot #x reader #angst #tw angst #creative writing #tw blo0d #tw bl0od #tw vomit #tw toxic relationship #tw toxic behavior #tw yandere #idk does that about cover it #tw noncon

[happy74827]

He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

『••✎••』

The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence imagine #johnny lawrence/reader #johnny lawrence x female!reader #young johnny lawrence #karate kid #karate kid fanfiction #karate kid x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #daniel larusso #daniel larusso x reader #80s movies #x reader #fanfic #reader #fanfiction #cobra kai fanfiction #ralph macchio #william zabka #billy zabka #billy zabka x reader #ralph macchio x reader #johnny lawrence x you #johnny lawrence x yn #karate kid fanfic #cobra kai fanfic #fluff #angst

[astla-ever]

Chapter 22/22

Just Another Heart in Need of Rescue

Fandom: The Karate Kid

Pairing: Lawrusso

Summary:

Johnny finds an anonymous mixtape full of love songs in his locker.

He's got no girlfriend, no trophy and he might be developing an alcohol problem, but if he can solve this mystery (and pass English) then maybe this won't be the worst year of his life.

Now Complete!

#karate kid fanfiction #cobra kai #lawrusso #karate kid #fanfiction

[spacebugarts]

Hey! You should tell us about your werewolf karate boys au!

While answering this ask I realized there's no way to talk about this au without writing out an entire plot summary of the fic I'm writing which would kida defeat the purpose of writing it so, uhh... I'll shorten it the best I can? Probably still gonna be a bit long so I'll put it under a cut

Johnny gets bit by a werewolf on the way back from the All Valley (bc that night was already so bad for him why not make it worse?) and basically entirely rejects the suggestion that it could've been a werewolf bc

It wasn't a full moon

He was probably seeing things bc he was so stressed and very injured, it was probably just like. A dog or something

He's had bad sensory days before and yeah this is worse but like its not abnormal (autistic Johnny my beloved <3)

Werewolves aren't real

Tommy continues to believe he's turning into a werewolf bc its Tommy, he's chaotic and stubborn, and Bobby continues to try finding a reasonable explanation bc he's the only one with a braincell, while Dutch and Jimmy are just here to make jokes and be idiots about it.

Over winter break Johnny starts convincing himself it was nothing, but then the first full moon hits and the guys need to try and keep him from going feral with very little success, but eventually they manage to pin him down and he wakes up chained to a tree with a vague recollection of what happened and a very bad headache. Eventually school comes back and he has to figure out how to deal with being a werewolf when he has to spend so much time in close proximity to the boy that publicly humiliated him and for some reason his wolf senses seem particularly attuned to... its probably because he hates him right? Yeah, totally (hint hint nudge nudge)

Well eventually Johnny realizes he probably won't get anywhere trying to control himself if he doesn't confront things head on and get some help staying calm, and the only person that can help with that is... *sigh* Daniel. He starts doing some training with him, learning how to control his anger with kata and other calming exercises, and eventually he realizes he actually... doesn't hate him? And also Mr. Miyagi keeps looking at him and acting weird and holy shit does he know something? He knows something doesn't he?

Idk where I'll go from that point, I might get into the actual KK2 plotline and have Johnny go to Okinawa with them, but I know I want him to expose himself at some point trying to protect Daniel, which would be easier to add with the plot of the second movie than to create another threat for him to fight off, idk tho. Definitely want Miyagi to know things tho lol

So yeah thats the au as it stands so far, I just gotta... put it into words in a way that's less scattered lol

#lawrusso #karate kid #karate kid 2 #tkk #tkk2 #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #karate kid fanfiction #werewolf au #werewolf johnny #uhhh what else can i tag this #idk have fun with that #werewolf lawrusso #karate kid au #let them be idiots in love <3 #i love putting supernatural elements into distinctly Not Supernatural fandoms :3

[backinblack-80]

WIP GAME

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

My list:

Lawrusso rock band AU

Kreese comes back and kidnaps the baby!

Vampires!

AU where Daniel is the rich kid and Johnny is the poor kid

Johnny's psycho Dad gets out of prison

Lawrusso caught up in a bank robbery

Degaing fic

Johnny has an accident and is injured but won't tell anyone

Daniel discovers Johnny does porn

Lawrusso BDSM gone wrong

Established Lawrusso Daniel painkiller addiction fic

Plus lots of sequels to past published fics.

Ugh, my WIP file is a mess, and I am not writing as much as I should right now. Which one should I focus on first?

Thansk for the tag @forbiddenfandom @ereiniel @lulamadison @wicked-jade and @secondclassfangirl

Tagging @an-sceal @dedlit @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy @macchiatosdumptruck @zerrah @blinkasaurus @curiousdamage @strikelikeacobrakai @missviolethunter @usaonetwothree

#cobra kai #cobra kai fanfic #lawrusso #karate kid #karate kid fanfiction #WIPs

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Prompt-oween Day 8

@occreatorexchange

Prompt: "Can we do ugly sweaters for Halloween too or is that just Christmas?"

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

Characters: Jimmy, Jenny, OCs Jesse Parker, Alyssa Morgan-Parker

Rating: G

Word Count: 520

Summary: Jesse chooses alternate spooky season apparel after deciding he's too old for costumes and trick-or-treating.

Jimmy and his wife were on the planning committee for the annual neighborhood Halloween party.  They are throwing out ideas to each other that they may present to the committee.

“Hey, Mom?  Dad?”

Jimmy and Jenny look up to see Jesse in the family room.  Jenny smiles at their middle son.

“What is it, sweetheart?” she asks.

Jesse perches on the end of the sectional.  “I’m too old for trick-or-treating,” he states.

Jenny frowns.  She knows how much the boys love the holiday.  They always have and the twins still do.  Jenny wonders if someone said something to Jesse to make him think this.  “Honey, we don’t really have age restrictions here.”

Jesse sighs.  “I know, but trick-or-treating is for little kids.  I’m not one anymore.  I mean, I still love Halloween, but I think I’ve grown out of that part.”

“Okay,” Jimmy replies.  “How do you want to celebrate Halloween?”

“Keep in mind, you can still buy and wear a costume, either at the neighborhood party, Knott’s Spooky Farm, Disney, or at school,” Jenny assures her son.

“Well, as long as the costume is compliant with the LAUSD’s rules,” Jimmy grumbles.

“Maybe,” Jesse says uncertainly.  “Speaking of the neighborhood Halloween party, I’ve been thinking… Can we do ugly sweaters for Halloween too, or is that just Christmas?”

Jimmy pretends to be offended.  “Are you calling my Christmas sweaters ugly?”

“No,” Jesse shakes his head.  But the way he drags out the last syllable is unconvincing.  “Well, not all of them,” he amends.

Jenny laughs.  “You know what, Jesse, I think you have a great idea there.  There are some funny, tacky Halloween sweaters out there, just like at Christmas.  And if people don’t want to dress up or spend money on costumes, they can still show their spooky season spirit.”

***

The neighborhood party was set for the Saturday before Halloween.  Jimmy insists that before they head out, they take a family picture.

“Do we have to?” Alyssa whines.  “I can’t believe you’ve got me wearing this,” she gestures to the pastel lavender, pink, and green sweater with black witch hats, ghosts, moons, cats, and gravestones printed on it along with the black, wide-brimmed witch hat.  “It’s bad enough that I’m going out in public like this.  Don’t torture me further with photographic proof of my humiliation.”

Jimmy pats her back.  “Sorry, sweetheart, but you’ll just have to get over it.”

“I think you look nice,” Jesse smiles sweetly at his sister.  His red hair clashes with the garish orange jack-o’lantern sweater.

She glares at them both.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two.  Let’s just take a quick picture and we can head out,” Jenny cuts in.  She has her red curls pinned up like Winifred Sanderson, which pairs nicely with her officially licensed sweater depicting the Hocus Pocus witch.

Jayden is the first to pose, happy with his orange and black pumpkin patch sweater.  The twins stand in the back, wearing zombie face makeup and Beetlejuice and skeleton sweaters, respectively.  Jimmy uses a selfie stick to ensure that he, Jenn, and all five kids are in frame.

“Alyssa, smile.”

“No.”

#oc creator exchange #ocx-prompt-oween #ocx-tober #halloween prompt challenge #cobra kai fanfiction #jimmy karate kid #jesse parker #jenny parker #alyssa morgan #josh parker #jordan parker #jayden parker #ugly halloween sweaters #karate kid fanfiction #never knew #ocx-moodboard #ugly sweater

[usaonetwothree]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Karate Kid (Movies), Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso & Johnny Lawrence Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, Terry Silver, John Kreese, Mike Barnes, Mr. Miyagi Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Suspense, Hurt Daniel LaRusso, Hurt Johnny Lawrence, Trauma Bonding, There Was Only One Bed (minor), Movie: The Karate Kid Part III (1989), Karate Kid Part III AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

[Karate Kid 3 AU where Mr. Miyagi doesn't rescue Daniel at the dojo]

Safe and Johnny Lawrence were not words Daniel associated with each other. But Johnny was in as much trouble as he was, with Kreese being back. He could still be playing the other side, the voice in Daniel’s brain said, but somehow, Daniel knew that wasn’t right. Johnny’s grief had been real. Barnes and Silver had never been on that level. The place Johnny suggested didn’t have to be forever. Just for a little bit. Until Daniel could come up with a better plan. “Okay,” he said reluctantly. “Where to?”

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[sensei-venus]

Gym Class Hero (1/2)

(Alpha!Johnny/Omega!Fem!Reader/Alpha!Daniel)

(a/o/b Themes, Mentioned Acts of Volence, Scenting/Scent Play, F Receiving Oral, Cum Play, Semi Public sex, Public Sex, Creampie kink, Breeding kink, M/F/M & M/M, Soft Johnny?)

(Not fine edited, we die like that illegal crane kick-)

When she got off the bus age headed right to her locker to put her stuff away. She was even happier to find Daniel waiting for her at the said locker. The past few months had been blissful. She had always thought Daniel LaRusso was cute from the minute she laid eyes on him in the school cafeteria. He wasn't like the other alphas she had met and that made her heart beat a little faster. He wasn't built, not like the more physically active alphas around the school, like the meathead jocks or just random groups of alphas that mauled around the school. He was lanky with a bit of muscle underneath, he was built for speed.

She couldn’t help but smile at him as she opened her locker and shoved her bag into the small space. Closing it she smiled up at the lanky alpha who leaning against the locker next to hers. His own bag was slung over one of his shoulders. His voice was snarky saying “How’s your morning going Doll? You look like you’re in a good mood.” She rolled her eyes at him saying “It’s been great, I woke up early, did my hair, and got breakfast. And get this, I actually got to the bus stop before the bus for once’s!” He looked mildly pleased with her statement. He quickly stood up and ushered her towards one of the other hallways. The two of them walked side by side as they maneuvered through the crowded hallway. Daniel wrapped an arm over her shoulder as he helped her get passed the crowd of students and into a less crowded area. Once they had some actual space, and more privacy, Daniel pulled her off to the side of the hall.

He pressed a little closer to her, his chest to hers, one of his legs brushing in between hers. He smiled down at her, his brown eyes drilling into hers. A split moment later he was dunking his head down into her neck and scenting her. She shivered as his hot breath meet the soft skin of her neck, brushing over her scent gland. She had to stop herself from making a sound as he started to rub against her. Scenting was a completely normal thing, it was natural to scent others, but Daniel never failed to make her red in the face when he started scenting her. She tried her best to scent him back as well. It was a pleasant feeling. She loved being wrapped up in Daniel’s arms, and the way his scent covered her like a blanket made her feel warm and safe. Daniel always smelled like smokey vanilla, more musky and deep than sweet. Just thinking about it made her head spin.

The two slowly pulled away from each other and just stood together in the hallway.

Everything was fine until she felt a stinging sensation in her stomach. For a moment she just subtly rubbed at her belly, trying to make the weird pain go away. It was gone within seconds. Daniel raised a brow at her actions saying “You ok?” She nodded saying “I’m fine! Probably just eat too fast or something at breakfast. I’ll be fine!” She grinned at him. The sound of the first bell made the both of them jump. Daniel rolled his eyes at the annoying sound of the new wave of students that swarmed the once-empty hall. Reader just patted his arm as the two of them quickly tried to usher their way through the crowd.

Things only got worse as the familiar laughter of the cobra gang filled the hallway. Their laughter echoed against the walls. After the all-valley tournament, the cobras hadn’t messed with Daniel too much. They will snicker and laugh in his direction when passing or in class, but they no longer went out of their way to mess with him. The physical assault’s stopped as well and they stopped trying to corner him when they had the chance. Reader wasn’t scared of the cobras, not at all, most of them were just hot-headed alphas. Bobby Brown was nice enough and never bothered her, the Jimmy guy never said much, and Tommy had the laugh of a hyena cackling and laughed at just about everything. Dutch was a hot head that irritated her, he talked even more than Johnny and always had comments that made her blood boil.

Johnny was the one that she was unsure of, and it didn’t help that even the thought of him made her stomach turn again, or maybe it was the new sharp stab of pain that ran through her belly.

She didn’t like the way Johnny smelled, the way it made her heart flutter just as much as Daniel’s scent did. When she first told Daniel about her weird and strange feelings, he was taken aback for a moment. His eyes filled with a bit of jealousy and maybe even a bit of betrayal. She felt horrible about it, she wanted Daniel, not Johnny. She wanted to hate herself for the stupid biological feelings she was experiencing for Johnny. Johnny was a jerk in her eyes, she didn’t even know him that well. The two of them only talked a few times during classes they shared, the ones that Johnny didn’t try and skip. The day that Daniel came to her and said it was ok, that he wasn’t mad about the feelings she was experiencing for Johnny, was the best day of her life. After a long talk, the two of them agreed they loved each other and it was better that they both talk about their feelings, including any feelings toward others. He admitted that maybe he was ok with the idea of Johnny. He was still trying to get over the trauma he faced at the hands of Johnny and his friends, but he could push it off for Reader.

Reader didn’t have time to continue her thoughts on the blond, the pain in her stomach was there again but much worse. She felt like a hot poker was going through her lower gut. She bit the inside of her cheek as she held onto Daniel’s arm. The sound of Johnny and the other boys grew closer until they passed them. She only caught a glimpse of the blue-eyed alpha as they passed. His blond hair was pushed to the side as he looked their way. For a split moment, both Reader and Daniel glanced back at him, all three of their eyes meeting at some point.

It was over before it even started.

Daniel pulled her attention back as he wrapped an arm around her and started to push her down the hall, leaving the blond to watch after them, his own pack pulling him the opposite way.

Daniel’s eyes softened as he chewed on his bottom lip, the two standing in front of Readers first class of the day. He kissed her cheek before saying “Are you sure you're ok? Your scent smells weird, do you think you're getting sick or something? Do you want me to take you home?” reader rubbed at her arm but gave a half smile back saying “Daniel I will be fine, I promise I'll be better by lunchtime. I probably just need to relax. I'll see you later ok? I'll see you at PE if I don't find you at lunch.” Daniel huffed but nodded before watching the omega walk into their class. The bell rang a minute later making him sigh and jog toward his own class. He hoped he wouldn't be too late.

Reader started to regret her decision on telling Daniel not to worry, she should have taken up his offer to take her home. The stomach pain only got worse throughout the class. The pain slowly grew into full-on cramps. Her lower belly felt like it was twisting up. By third period she felt like she was going to puke her guts up. It was hot and uncomfortable. When lunchtime finally came around she wanted to die. She couldn't find Daniel, she felt like crap, and she didn't want to eat.

She sat like that for a while until the clank of something being set on the table made her lift her head to look up. The scent that filled her nose already told her who it was. She raised a brow as the smell of ashy smoke and tart cherry raided her nostrils. For a moment her stomach stopped hurting. Looking up she meets the crystal blue eyes of Johnny Lawrence. For once his blond locks didn’t cover his eyes and the familiar asshole smirk wasn’t plastered on his lips. His scent grew thicker by the minute.

“Eat the pie, you smell like you're going to cry and puke any minute now. Your scent is pumping out like a fucking faucet.”

For a split second, it almost smelt like he was trying to put out a comforting scent to blanket her, in an attempt to calm her nerves.

He was gone within a minute, back to his own table where the cobra’s sat. Tommy was laughing at something and Dutch patted Johnny on the back as he sat back down with his pack. His eyes only glanced back over to her once before going back to his friends.

Looking back at her own table Reader found a single small plate right in front of her. A slice of blueberry pie sat on the plate with a plastic fork. Looking at it with big eyes, she slowly took the fork from the plate and scooped up a portion of the small pie. The moment it hit her tongue she felt ten times better. It was cold. It made her hot belly that continued to cramp cool down. The sweetness made her sigh and her body go limp for a moment. Her body slumped a little on the table as she continued to eat the gifted pie until it was all gone. She used her fork to poke around at the crumbs on her plate until the bell rang. Three more periods and she could go home.

Her next class was PE and she felt lucky she even made it into the locker room in one piece. Her body ached and her head was starting to fog up. She wondered what she could have caught. Was it some kind of food poisoning? By the time she got her gym clothes on she could hardly think straight. Looking around the locker room she found it completely empty. How long had she been in here for? How long did it take her to change? She brushed it off and just headed out of the locker room in hopes of finding someone. Maybe they were out in the gym or out on the field already for soccer or something. Leaving the locker room she found the gym empty and quiet.

A wave of hot pain filled her core and made her face go red. That wasn’t the normal pain she had been having all day, it was new. It wasn’t just her lower stomach that hurt, her womb hurt. It was an unfamiliar feeling that made her want to ball up and hide. Her mind started to fog up even more and her mind was racing. Something in her told her to run, to go somewhere safe, somewhere she could hide. For a second she thought about going back to the locker room, it was safe. No, it wasn’t, anyone could come into the locker room. Her eyes caught sight of one of the old storage closets on the other side of the gym, off to the side next to one of the old meeting rooms the athletic department would use.

Before she could stop herself she was sprinting toward the room. Her brain was still foggy but she smiled at the fact that the door wasn’t locked when she pried the heavy metal door open. She slid into the room and flicked the light on, the giant light flickered overhead as it lit up the room. She quickly shut the door before sitting down. The cramps were coming in wave after wave making her ball up a little. She could feel tears pricking her eyes. Her skin started to feel hot and she knew she was sweating a little. Looking around she found a pile of old blankets from who knows to win. She dragged a few of them over and spread them out before settling down in the middle of the small pile she had made. A few minutes later she was on the verge of tears, she could feel her gym shorts being drenched, and she knew it was from slick pouring out of her hole.

She knew it was from her heat. She had never actually been through a full heat before. When she first presented it was due to a pre-heat coming on. Right after that, she started heat suppressants. She had never actually gone through a full heat before.

Was this what a full-fledged heat was like? Was she going to die? She never read a lot about heats before. If she got through this then she would definitely take the time to read up on it.

Because I’m that moment she felt like she truly was dying.

She couldn’t stop the whimper that left her chest, followed by a sob. She could feel the hot tears flowing down her flaming-hot cheeks. Every tear felt like acid. She squeezed her eyes shut as pain racked her body, she even tried cupping her pussy through her shorts but it did nothing to help with the pain. Slick covered her thighs and started to leak onto the blankets underneath her. The liquid didn’t seem to stop as it gushes out of her with every breath. Every time she let out a shaky breath she felt a new wave of slick fill her panties and shorts. Age couldn’t stop herself from kicking them off after a while, they were completely ruined. The light green fabric was stained, slick causing the material to go from a light forest green to an ugly dark green shade. She tossed them to the side as she tried to curl up into herself once again.

At that moment she didn’t even hear the sound of the metal door being opened and closed. Blue eyes blinked in the shadow of the dimly lit room. They were sharp as they scanned the room, eyes roaming over the half-naked omega that lay on the floor in a ball.

“J-Johnny?”

Her voice was weak as she lived her head towards the alpha. Her eyes were still filled with tears. They slowly lessen as she takes in Johnny’s scent, the warm comforting scent he was pumping out in the lunch room was back. The room was filled within seconds with his scent. It made the burn inside her lessen for a moment, her brain going clear. The blond moved closer and out of the shadows. His own cheeks were flushed against his pale skin. He was shaky as he moved to kneel next to her on the floor. His pupils when blown wide from the smell of her slick, the blue of his eyes slowly becoming hidden. He visibly sniffed at the clearly in pain omega.

His voice was deep “ I was going to skip class when I saw you limp into the locker room. Your scent has been bugging me all day, it's all weird and sweet. It made my stomach bubble all through lunch. I can't believe I was so stupid that I couldn't tell you were going into heat.” he snorted before saying “Clearly LaRusso didn't smell it either. He should have taken you home. That's what a good alpha would have done for their omega instead of leaving them to suffer, and wind up in a storage closet of all places.” at this point he was grinding his teeth. His eyes looked over her.

Reader smiled a little even in her uncomfortable state saying “He wanted to take me home when school started but I said no. I didn’t know my heat was starting, I just thought it was stomach pain. I’m on suppressants, Iv never even had a real heat before.” She hissed and closed her eyes as the pain returned. Johnny stopped himself from trying to move her head to rub at her scent gland.

“I should get someone. Maybe the nurse or something has some emergency suppressants or something, I don’t know how heats work. Can you even stop one?”

“No, once one fully starts you can’t stop it. I’m just going to have to ride it out. Shit, this fucking hurts. Johnny, can I die from this? Fuck Johnny, what if I die from some stupid heat because my stupid pills didn’t work. Johnny what the hell am I going to do-“ her freak out was cut short as Johnny shoved his face into her exposed neck. She chirped out as he rubbed against her sensitive scent gland, her bonding area being bathed in Johnny’s own scent. He moved over her shaking form, pressing his full body and weight onto her. Not in a weird way but in a comforting way, trying to get her to relax against his form. She quickly uncurled from her tight ball and relaxed against Johnny’s muscular body. His breath fanned over her cheek as he looked at her. Their eyes meet.

“Johnny, please touch me.”

“You are with LaRusso, you are his omega. He will literally kill me the minute he smells me on you. That little shit doesn’t scare me, but I respect him enough to not mess with his omega.”

“I promise he won’t be mad, he knows. Please, Johnny, knot me.”

Johnny couldn’t stop himself after hearing her pleas. His tongue lapped at her scent gland and moaned out against her flesh. The sound of her moans and whimper’s filled his ear the fast he moved. His jeans were tight and his shirt felt too hot and itchy at the moment. He hummed at her naked leg and smirked at the friction it caused his hard dick. He was quick to make work of his pants and boxers, throwing them outside the makeshift nest. His cock stood proud and hard, slapping against his abs.

He pulled away for a moment to look down at the Omega underneath him. Half-lidded eyes looked up at him, her pouty lips were soft and raw from biting them. He watched as she huffed and panted out. He watched as her lower belly twitched, the soft belly of an omega was something that made him hard as a rock. Soft hips jerked against him. His eyes lowered and he felt his dick twitch, he could feel the beads of pre spilling down his shaft. He had never smelled slick before in his whole life, it made his mouth water as he got a nose full of the scent. He was basically drowning in it.

He couldn’t stop himself from lowering himself down and stuffing his face into her thick thighs. Her pillow-like thighs were warm and covered in the thick liquid. He couldn’t help but nose at the soft flesh to get a better smell. He didn’t even notice when his hands pulled her leg’s apart and he stuffed his face right in between her legs. His nose bumped against her clit and he felt her clench around him. Hot breath fanned over her sopping pussy. Her folds were drenched in the syrupy fluid. It smelled like heaven between her legs and he couldn’t get enough of it. He felt he was going in slow motion with how foggy his brain was.

Slick flowed down his chin as he pressed deeper into her. He lapped at her lower lips and groaned. Reader whimpered as one of her hands shot down and gripped the blond's golden locks. Her eyes squeezed shut as the alpha worked her over with his mouth. His hot tongue finally found her twitching hole and plunged into her wet heat. All Johnny could hear was the sound of her moans and the wet lapping of his own tongue in her pussy. The faster he trusted his tongue inside, the more slick he drank up. It was thick and hot as it flowed into his mouth. Every gulp of slick made his stomach flutter. He could feel his knot starting to shift in his pants, he could feel the hard bundle of nerves on the base of his shaft start to swell.

One of his hands fell to his lap, rubbing himself roughly through the thick fabric. Stupid jeans. Within seconds he was annoyed with his jeans and made work of his belt and jeans. He grunted out as he pulled his boxers down and let his hard dick spring out, he could feel how it slapped his abs in his hunched-over position. He had long since lifted the omega by the lower body, pushing her legs over his shoulders and holding her pussy to his face. He jerked himself as he moaned into her throbbing pussy. Her toes curled along his back as he continued his assault on her cunt. He tried his best to lick up every drop of slick that flowed out from her hole. His tongue fucked into her faster and harder as he stroked himself. Dick throbbing in his hand, he squeezed at his growing knot.

He was so deep into his own lust that he didn't hear the door open or the sound of shoes squeaking across the hard floor.

He didn’t notice the figure behind him until he felt hot breath fanning over his neck and a tanned hand replacing his own on his dick. The hand stroked along his cock as another hand wrapped around his now swollen knot. A thumb ran over his slit making him moan once again into the wet pussy he had his face buried in. His hands gripped her thick highs as he continued to eat her out.

He didn’t care that the smell of LaRusso was permeating the room now. He didn’t even care that the punk was stroking his dick and sucking at his neck. His scent wasn’t horrible. He didn’t feel like punching him. God his hands were amazing though.

He was so far gone that he almost missed the way Reader locked her thighs around his head. The way she clamped down on his tongue had him growing. Before he knew what was happening she was shaking around him and a hot wave of slick filled his mouth and splashed against his chin. He felt the warm liquid run down his chin and neck. His chest heaved as he was overwhelmed by her scent and slick alone. Her legs and thighs went lax around his shoulders and head. She slumped back onto the floor, panting and shaking. Lowering her to the floor he sighed. He licked his lips of fluid and smirked down at the satisfied omega. Her eyes were half-lidded and wet with pleasure-filled tears.

“Come on Johnny why don't you put that pretty cock in her fat pussy? She's basically begging for your knot.”

LaRusso’s words were teasing to Johnny's ears as they both looked down at the omega.

A minute later LaRusso was yanking Johnny’s pants and boxers down. They pooled around his knees. For a split second, he realized how hard he actually was. His cock was weeping pre against his belly and his balls were tight. He could feel his swollen knot throb. He felt LaRusso move from behind him and scoot over to sit behind Reader. He helped to move her up into his lap, letting her lean back against him. She moaned as his hands moved to rub over her tits before they moved underneath her shirt. He felt her up for a moment before lifting her shirt up over her tits and pushing her bra up. Her boobs spilled out of the shirt. Her nipples pebbled up at the air and Daniel couldn’t help but play with them. His fingers pinching and pulling at them making Reader yelp. He stopped at looked at Johnny, his pupils blown.

He held up and lifted her legs back, making her fold in half. Her whole cunt was spread out, wet and glistening from her own juices and Johnny’s spit. Daniel’s fingers moved to spread the wetness because spreading her open. Her folds open leaving her hole twitching. Johnny looked at LaRusso one more time before taking his dick in hand and quickly guiding the head into the omegas pussy. He grunted and bottomed out, slipping in with no resistance. Reader moaned and her eyes fluttered at the feeling of being so full. Slick trickled from around his shaft.

His thrusts were deep and fast as he humped into the poor omega. His brain was foggy as all e could do was growl out with every thrust. Every time he thrust in he could feel her clench around him. Being inside her was like being in pure ecstasy. She was so warm and wet, it felt like he was being sucked in. Her hands gripped at his arms, her fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms leaving crescents. He grunted as her moans grew louder. Daniel could only watch and bit his lip as he watched his ex-rival fuck his girlfriend. He was getting more and more turned on by the minute. His eyes watched as her tits bounced and her belly jiggled every time Johnny pounded away. The sounds of wet flesh meet his ears and made him even harder.

He played with her tits as Johnny fucked her. His eyes glazed over as he looked down to watch how Johnny’s dick moved in and out of her. His eyes narrowed as he watched Johnny’s already large knot swell even more. He watched as it started to catch along the rim of her pussy. His thrusts grew harder and shorter. Daniel knew the blond alpha was getting close to busting.

“Just knot her already man, we know you want to.”

“Johnny, please! Please knot me, make me cum! I want to cum!”

Johnny couldn’t stop the way his knot finally swelled completely and in one thrust he was completely locked inside. She squeezed under him and he could feel the way she milked him. Her walls clenched and he could feel her soaking him with cum and slick. She thrashed around for a minute or two before settling down into a heap. Johnny kissed her damp skin and full tits. He could feel his hot pants as he nosed at her skin.

He closed his eyes for a while as they all just lay there in silence. He felt hands work over his head, fingers guiding through his blond locks. Fingertips traced over the bridge of his nose and along his cheekbones. Somehow he knew that the fingers that ghosted over his chin were Daniel’s, they were a little too rough, a little too hard to be Readers. The whimper that left his lips where soft as he settled into the rhythm of Reader’s breathing. The way her breasts moved up and down with every gasp of air.

They sat there for what felt like hours but he knew it was only minutes. The ease of the moment was gone when rough hands ran up the skin of his stomach. Daniel moved from behind the now pleased omega to behind Johnny once again. His rough hands moved to massage at his pecks, thumbs tracing over his nips and making them hard and pebbled under his shirt. He could feel himself twitch inside the omega under him, a thick load of cum filling her. Daniel nosed at his neck for a minute. Ghosting over his scent gland. Johnny couldn’t stop the moan that left his chest as the soft pad of Daniel’s tongue slid across the sensitive flesh. He didn’t have the energy to stop him. And honestly, he could say he didn’t care either.

One hand even dared to travel down his abs and through his wire-like pubic hair, brushing over his blond happy trail and down to where he was still connected to the omega. Fingers brushed over the connecting flesh. Johnny’s eyes flutter open as he moved to cup his hand over the tan one.

Daniel’s voice was low, something Johnny had never heard before. He was always so high-pitched. Never once had the smaller alpha made the effort to deepen his voice around the blond. This was something completely new and he didn’t know why he liked it so much.

“How about we make a deal, you can fuck my little omega here all you want. Knot her cunt all you want, then we can switch, and take turns like real alphas do when they want the same omega. Maybe one day you fuck me too, for fun. And maybe just maybe I get to fuck your tight ass one day too.”

Johnny wanted to grit his teeth, maybe even whip around and bite the other alpha's head off. But he couldn’t find the energy too. Something in his bones went lax at the other alphas' words. Maybe he wanted that.

His knot throbbed as he snorted back.

“Sounds like a good plan LaRusso. Maybe you are not as stupid as you look.”

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[jaidens]

Hopelessly Devoted (To You) - D.L.

pairing[s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning[s] : none

a/n[s] : hi! if i made any mistakes tell me please! <3 also writing for unpopular fandoms is fun lol.

wc : 1,107

Daniel was your best friend. He had protected you whenever your ex-boyfriend got angry, finding out that you were not into him anymore. This ended up in Daniel, leaving a black eye and a bloody nose. After the fight, you helped him and brought him to your convertible. You opened the door and sat him in the passenger seat with a napkin held to his cut, temporarily stopping the blood.

You drove to your house as he held a napkin to the cut on his face. You put the radio on to take over the silence wrapping around each other. You sang quietly and tapped your wheel on your driveway.

You opened the door and helped Daniel out of the car and held his waist, and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. His cologne took over these senses as you pulled him into your house. You let him go grab stuff from your medicine cabinet as he walked to your bedroom and sat on your bed. He admired your room, running his hand down your comforter.

You anxiously ran into your room and shut the door softly, your hands filled with medicine, and things to help with the cuts on his face. You sat on your bed in a cris-cross position and wet the cotton pad with an antiseptic to begin running over the open wounds. You padded it to the cut above his eyebrow, and he stared at you with a look of appreciation. It was comfortable tranquility, as the only thing heard was the crickets outside, the passing cars, and your soft breathing as you concentrated on the Jersey boy in front of you.

That is when you realized that you were in love with Daniel. His brown eyes were half-lidded, and his cut lip was pouted. He smiled at you and said, “What I got somethin’ on my face?” You smiled and shook your head, “No I jjustcan't believe you did that for me. Thank you. Really.”

He quickly closed his eyes when the antiseptic touched his cut lips, and hissed in a breath. You let out a soft apology and take it off your lip. “It’s alright. I swear. It just stung.” You put the pad to the side to bandage his cut with a butterfly stitch and pull it away from his face. “Your lip is a gonna take, maybe a week to heal. Just be careful okay?” You tell him before getting up to throw away all your pads and put the antiseptic away. He nods yat ou and smiles.

Once you put everything away, you returned to the room. He stares at you before asking, “How did you know how to do all of that?” You sit down next to him and fall into your bed and huff. “One of my family members is a nurse. They taught me after one of my cousins got hurt real bad. They wanted us to be all safe so we were taught how to stitch things up.” You explained that he had watched your face. “Oh wow, Ma’ usually cleans me up. She would get mad if she saw what I looked like right now. Speaking of her, I should call her.” He speaks.

You point him to your telephone that sits on your side table, and he punches in his house phone number, and it begins to ring. He sits on the call with his mom, explaining how he is staying the night at a friend's house, he will go to school with such a friend tomorrow morning. He mumbles her about how he loves her. You hear a thick accent telling him to speak up, and he does, finally saying “I love you Ma. Goodnight.” You smiled at him, domestically, making your body tingle.

You're in love. With your best friend. The beautiful, handsome, strong, and hilarious Daniel Larusso. You cannot blame yourself, and many girls begin their affection for him. You were definitely not the only one.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He states Before you realize that you have been zoned out on him. Thinking about him. You catch yourself and look away, going to stare at the many romance movie posters you have staples on your wall. Olivia Newton-John staring back at you. “Nothing. I just blanked out and didn't realize where I was looking.” He turned around on your bed, kicked his conversation off the floor, and began lying on your bed.

You begin and turn your head to look at him and he turns as well; staring into your eyes, “Why did you do that for me? Truly. Like, why did you get your ass kicked for me?” You question him before he blows out air.

“Well, I mean, I felt like I had to. You are my best friend, and I think it is my duty to make sure you are safe. And, gosh, watching that dick try and grab you made me angry. I'll always protect you.” He turned to look up at the ceiling and his hands on his chest as you continued staring at him.

He looks at you and you gain eye contact. You put your hand on his face gently and pull your lips together. You can feel that your hand touches your waist softly. You pull away and let out your breath. “I think.. I think I love you anniously. And I do not know what to do. You're my best friend.” You admitted. All of your feelings began to pool in your chest, threatening to come out if they were not let out. “You’re so kind to me. How could I not love you? You are the best guy ever. So many people would agree.” It comes pouring out your hold onto him and feels so close to you.

“If it helps, I've loved you too. I remember seeing you and thinking you were the prettiest girl I've ever seen.” The patient mumbled into your shoulder. You laid him further into him. “Does this mean we're dating now?” Daniel always tries to make light of things, which is what he is doing now. You take your head out of his chest and place your lips once again. “Yes. Definitely yes.” You told him to lie down after going back.

You woke up the next morning, sunlight pouring through your window and laying on Daniel's warm skin. You admired him for some time as he slept. You were so lucky. Maybe you can now officially understand Mrs. Olivia Newton-John when she sings about being hopelessly devoted. Now, you have your boy to be devoted to. Hopelessly, devoted.

#daniel larusso #angst with a happy ending #daniel larusso x reader #Daniel Larusso x reader #karate kid 1984 #karate kid fanfiction #young!daniel larusso #the karate kid #ralph macchio #cobra kai daniel larusso #young daniel larusso x reader

[curiousdamage]

I know this is a super late request, but I never saw your blog post. Bobby/Becca or Mikey/Terry for 1 or 18.

Sneaking Away! For @dream-beyond-the-fantasy. Thank you for the ask!

Becca pouts when her favorite uncles can't make it home for Christmas!

#thanks for the ask!! #Merry #Careless man's Careful Daughter #Karate kid fanfiction

[dljcem]

hi !!! if you're willing, may you write something daniel larusso x female reader where she goes to cheer him up & keep him company while his leg is broken after the tournament? thank you in advance <3

ೃ༄ Uptown Girl

daniel larusso x reader

begging for more karate kid requests…i rewatched the movies yesterday and i cant get it out my head.

warnings: not beta or proof read, slightly rushed

he's annoyed when you and his mother insist he rests after the tournament. sure, his leg hurts like actual hell, and he can't take more than a few steps without promptly falling, but he's itching to continue his karate training.

his restlessness tends to get the best of him during his recovery. he doesn't know what to do, practically bed-bound and unable to do the one thing he's grown to love most.

your visits are his only real source of entertainment. he cherishes them, anticipates the next one before you've even left his apartment.

he coaxes—or tries to, at least—you into staying with him longer. when you tell him you have to leave, he’ll put his head on your shoulder and beg for a few more minutes (which always ends up as a few hours, if you truly give in.)

his favorite thing to do while you’re over is watch a movie. most of the time, it’s some cheesy romance with more kissing scenes than plot. its an easy excuse to have a hand on your waist and press a few sweet kisses to your lips, in his eyes.

he finds comfort in your presence. it's not overwhelming like his mom's usually is—you're calming, a breath of fresh air amidst all the chaos in his life.

he tones down the complaining when you're around. he may be frustrated with just about everything, but he's not letting down the opportunity to have you dote on him a little more.

he thinks you look awfully cute while taking care of/spending time with him<3

#daniel larusso x reader #daniel x reader #daniel larusso #the karate kid #karate kid #karate kid fanfiction #the karate kid 1984 #karate kid hcs #danny larusso #1980s #80s films #80s movies #ralph macchio #1984 #karate kid imagine #cobra kai #miyagi do #dljcem

[eemcintyre]

Wicked Game (Terry Silver)

TW- bondage, sadism/masochism, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, denial, control, overstimulation, humiliation, gagging, power exchange/imbalance, allusions to objectification/human furniture, hurting oneself for another’s pleasure; reader is inexperienced/a virgin, age gap, sub drop.

Summary- Terry Silver takes an interest in one of his adult students; an innocent and inexperienced girl with an obvious crush on him. After they start a relationship, he invites her to explore her interests in power exchange and sadomasochism.

IT'S FINE OK EVERYTHING'S FINE I'M FINE. Anyway this one goes out to all the TIG sluts like me and please be kind because I'm beiNG VERY VULNERABLE RIGHT NOW xoxo please and thank you

It was thoroughly unusual to see the Cobra Kai dojo so quiet. Normally, as the most popular dojo in the Valley since the resurged interest in karate, the building hummed with activity from its large number of youth and adult students. But this afternoon, the only people in sight were a few members of what appeared to be a cleaning crew.

Thinking about it further, Y/N realized it made more sense- it was just the start of a new school year, so the younger students were probably busy acclimating to their classes and the adults with such children were just as busy taking care of them. The next tournament also wouldn’t take place for months. Y/N decided that she was thankful for the quiet, as she had begun to worry about the number of people who witnessed her frequenting Sensei Silver’s office and what they might start to think about why that was. Especially because, if their wondering led them to more scandalous lines of thinking, they wouldn’t be wrong.

She made her way past the cleaning crew, trying her best not to undo their progress on the floors as she made her way to the opposite end of the spacious main room, toward the entrance to a stairway. She knew this flight of stairs well, having traveled up the steps many times over the last few months- the dark grey corridor, dimly lit by cool fluorescent lights, would be an ominous and mysterious tunnel, did it not lead to the thrill of Terry Silver’s personal attention.

From the moment Y/N had joined the dojo’s adult class, Terry had taken a special interest in her training, engaging in what seemed to be more one-on-one teaching than he gave to his other students. He also took an interest in her personal life, asking about what she did outside of their classes and checking in with her anytime she seemed to be having an off day. And while Y/N kept it within her innermost thoughts, she wouldn’t lie to herself that she did enjoy the special attentiveness. While the chances of it leading anywhere were slim to none, she’d been pining for Silver from afar since the beginning.

It wasn’t just something, it was everything about him- the fact that he was so much older than her; learned, well-rounded and traveled and still able to move like he was in his prime. The long, soft-looking curls of hair in his unique, trademark ponytail and the frosty blue eyes that she could feel in her knees. The smallest bit of praise on her technique or obedience to his commands would give her butterflies for the rest of the day. It had all earned him a starring role in the imagery of her night and day-dreams.

As someone who had dated very few people in life thus far, let alone ever had sex, these dreams were ones she’d never had about anyone else and didn’t fully understand. While observing his demonstrations to the class of various moves, Y/N found herself imagining, even wishing for that carefully cultivated and controlled strength to be directed toward her. He seemed to relish the thought of inflicting pain on his enemies, and she found it exciting to imagine him experiencing that same relish because of her. But the idea that she might want someone to hurt her was totally foreign, and trying to sort out the feelings left her confused and disgusted. She didn’t know much about that sort of lifestyle, but she knew that it was generally frowned upon as gross and unnatural. Thus, rather than explore it deeper, she tucked the matter deep inside and tried not to analyze it, merely shyly enjoying the thrill.  

As well as she believed herself to be hiding this array of conflicting feelings, Terry could see right through and, as a result, was taken with the need to possess and deflower her innocent, unsuspecting sweetness. The idea that this reserved, weak little thing had so obviously never been touched, or really romantically pursued by anyone before, but was head over heels for him, who at this point had seen and done it all, was downright intoxicating. Every time he caught her staring at him and she quickly looked away, cheeks flushed and hands fumbling, he felt drunk with power and arousal. Thankfully his gi was long enough to cover what she did to him until he could take care of it. 

One evening's particularly challenging session of board breaking had left Y/N with a bloodied hand full of cuts and splinters. After the rest of the students filtered out of the building, post-attending to their own wounds, Sensei Silver took it upon himself to bandage her hand.

As they sat in closer proximity than ever before, her hand firmly clasped by his own in order to wrap it, she’d expressed how embarrassed and disappointed she was to have torn up her hand so badly without managing to break even a single board. Expecting a lecture from her strict teacher, she was shocked when he, while holding a steady, scrutinizing gaze, replied:

“I’m quite pleased with how hard you worked today. Board breaking doesn’t happen overnight; you have to toughen up your hand first.”

He emphasized his words with a light shake of her wrist as he finished his bandaging work. She managed a small, slightly comforted smile, but found herself unable to return the intense eye contact, glancing down at her knees.

“So, why did you do that?” he asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.

“What?” She stared, disoriented, noticing that he hadn’t yet let go of her hand even though he’d finished tending to it.

“If you didn’t realize that what you did today was part of strengthening your hand, then why did you push yourself to the point of bleeding? There were plenty of other students who knew the purpose of what they were doing and still didn’t push themselves that hard. Why?”

The only answer she could give didn’t entirely make sense to her, and yet she knew it was true nonetheless.

“I guess… I wanted to please you, Sensei, by trying as hard as I could. You always say that fear, pain, and defeat don’t exist in this dojo, and I would have felt like I was giving in to those things and letting you down if I didn’t keep going. I was just trying to do what you told me.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you willingly hurt yourself because you thought it would please me?”

She found herself increasingly distracted by his prolonged, firm grip on her hand, although she didn’t try to extricate herself. She reddened, dizziness and heat twinging and twisting in her stomach. It was such an odd way for him to describe it, and yet it wasn’t untrue.

“I… I guess you could say that… maybe. I don’t know…”

He backed off of the subject after that, not wanting to alienate her by pushing too far and too fast. She was going to require a delicate approach.

But over the following weeks he made it clear that he was just as interested in her as she was in him, and she came to the realization that dating him might not be as remote of a possibility as she’d thought. When he finally proposed the idea of going out, she was hesitant. Not only had her small number of previous partners never included someone so much older, who was so intense and intimidating and also an authority figure in her life, but she didn’t want to ruin the good thing she had going with her Cobra Kai lessons if things didn’t work out between them. But she had taken so few chances in her life, and she decided it would be stupid to pass the opportunity up just because she was scared. This was the dojo where fear did not exist, after all.

They ended up going out for dinner one evening soon after and having a wonderful time, and then one wonderful time quickly led to another and another. Though the time that had passed was short in comparison to how slow she usually moved, they were getting more serious with each other than anyone Y/N had ever dated. But, in addition, she noted that something felt off, like it was lying unaddressed, simmering below the surface.

One night, while at his place after the day’s karate class, Terry was eager to experiment by testing her reactions to the subject of mixing pain and pleasure once again.

As the two of them were making out on the sofa in his study, he dug his thumb into a bruise she’d incurred during a sparring session. She shocked herself when she groaned into the kiss, half in pain and half to express the strange way it warmed her stomach and made her throb. She glanced up at him in alarm and he smirked triumphantly.

“That feel good?” he asked, and she froze. “Like it felt good splitting your hand open on those boards?”

“No…” He quirked an eyebrow at her skeptically, knowingly, warning her to tell the truth. “Yes… I don’t know.” She squirmed as he remained unmoving, unblinking.

“It’s alright, you know. Everyone feels conflicted about it at first, but lots of people are aroused by pain, obedience, deferring control to someone else.” She opened her mouth but couldn’t force any words out. He continued. “Do you want to submit to me? Wouldn’t it feel good to be protected, and cared for in every conceivable way; for someone else to make the decisions? You seem to long for it, and I can provide it.”

“I-I don’t know how- what all is involved…”  

“Well, I’m a teacher; I can teach you. If you’re curious, we can explore that side of yourself- together.” When she made no reply, he spoke to one of the fears he knew was gnawing at her. “No one but us would know. The risk is minimal- either you’ll realize it’s not the right fit for you, or you might feel more fulfilled than you ever have in your life.”

She couldn’t argue with his logic. And, so far, the chances she’d taken with Terry had paid off. What was another one? 

~

“Sensei,” she uttered the title loudly enough for him to hear, but softly enough to not disturb him if he was working on something important.

“Y/N,” he immediately looked away up the contents of his desk to her before flicking his wrist to glance at his watch. “Good, you’re right on time.”

It was thirty minutes before the start of the evening’s karate class, as he’d requested a couple of days before. He wouldn’t say why but did assure her that nothing was wrong. From the way he’d acted when making the arrangement, she figured that it was another invitation to explore their new dynamic, in which case she was still extremely nervous, but in an excited sort of manner, still self-conscious of her body and everything she wanted him to do to it.

For her very first foray into the practice, he’d suggested that, since she liked serving and following orders so much, she should assist him at his home office by holding and carrying papers and anything else he needed, including even making and bringing him drinks. The second time, he’d used her as a footstool while he read a book. Once, he had forbidden her to speak at all during a class, and most recently, they’d made out while her hands were tied. And he had been right- she was a natural. Relinquishing control to him was somehow incredibly exhilarating and a massive relief at the same time.

As Y/N approached his desk, he also rose from his chair, meeting her just in front of the desk and leaning languidly against it. He didn’t say anything else, wanting to study her expression as he maintained the silence. Shifting her weight from side to side, a weak smile twitching at her lips, he could tell that she was burning with curiosity and nervousness while trying to appear still casual and playful.  

“Why the early meeting?” she asked, not wanting to be assumptive if it was not, in fact, for romantic purposes. “And why here? Class starts before too long…” Her eyes flitted anxiously from his daunting form to the discomfortingly quiet room around them.

“Oh, this won’t interfere with class. I have something special for you in mind today. A different training session that I think is going to do you a lot better.” He intruded even closer into her personal space, reaching to grip her shoulders, and she looked up to meet his gaze, her heart thudding as she was enveloped by the scent of his cologne. “Instead of being with the other students today, I have a solo practice for you.”

“Okay,” she murmured, half in agreement and half as a question.

“Come here.” He was intent on preserving the feeling of mystery and anticipation. Taking her hand, he led her to a door off to their side.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you won’t disrupt the rest of the class.”

“What will I be doing? What is this?” Y/N laughed softly, trying to break the tension as her hands became damp with sweat, but he wouldn’t grant her any reprieve and clue her in. He just opened the door, revealing a small closet. While it also housed shelves of miscellaneous office supplies, her attention was primarily drawn to the center of the space, where a chair was positioned, a black duffel bag placed at its side.

“Sit down,” he ordered, and she proceeded shakily to take a seat in the chair, hands folded tightly together in her lap. While he still stood near the doorway of the closet, pacing, he continued speaking:

“This is a test of endurance. Not only will it help you with your Cobra Kai training, but it’s going to help you outside of that as well.”

Finally, he unzipped the mysterious duffel bag, and her mouth went dry when he pulled out several strands of rope.

“Ah, ah… just relax,” he instructed as she began to fidget uncomfortably in the chair, like she was about to get up. Stepping behind her, rope in one hand, he used his other free one to place a steadying touch on her shoulder.

“Do you remember your safeword?” he asked calmly. If Y/N was truly uncomfortable, he always made it clear that she should use it, as trust and safety were to be at the core of such a dynamic. Especially if he wanted to continue in his delicate approach to shaping her into his dearest little slut. She nodded, making a visible but not entirely successful effort to relax into the chair and his touch.

“This is for your own good,” he noted, beginning to loop the rope around her shoulders and arms, as well as her wrists, securing her upper half to the backboard of the chair. “Although I won’t deny that I enjoy seeing you like this.”

Moving to kneel in front of her, he joined her legs to the front two chair legs, spreading them slightly apart as she, torn between obedience and panic, squirmed feebly in the chair. She continued to sputter frantic nonsense phrases and he noted that her eyes were starting to water as he double-checked the secureness of the binds. Tight enough to contain her and give a slight burn, but not enough to bruise. Perfect for her first of such an experience.  

He removed another item from the duffel bag and Y/N let out a soft whine, her shaking growing more intense at the sight of a vibrator wand.

“Darling, I need you to focus.” He said firmly, using the last piece of rope to attach the vibrator to the chair, situated between her parted legs, snug against her clit over her underwear. His cock twitched in his pants when he saw that there was already a wet spot.

“You’re going to sit with this vibrator on your cunt while the rest of us are having class downstairs. You will not come.”

She began to let out an alarmed cry, a tear escaping down the side of her face, and Terry was reminded of the final touch needed to complete her 'look.'

“Oh, that’s right…”

He rifled through the bag for the last of the needed items, revealing a ball gag. That’s when Y/N really started to struggle against the ropes, but by then there was no point. As tears began to slide down her face at an increasing rate, she recoiled when he bent to lick them from her cheek. She was so incredibly disgusted with herself for how turned-on she felt in such a humiliating moment; the mix of emotions was so overwhelming that she wanted to run away somewhere and hide. 

“Wait!” she exclaimed as he held up the gag, about to fasten it behind her head, and, just in case she was about to safeword, he paused. “But h-how… I don’t think I can. What if someone comes in?”

“No one’s going to come in- they won’t hear you if you’re gagged, and I’ll have you safely locked inside with the lights off,” he smirked.

“I’m scared,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I feel so strange, and good, and gross and I don’t know what to think or do…”

“See, that’s why this is exactly what you need,” Terry replied knowingly, stroking the side of her head. “Don’t try to analyze everything right away. I need you to trust that you’re safe to leave all that to me- for at least a little while. You don’t have to see the bondage as limiting you. While your body is restrained, you can concentrate on your mind- but not for thinking and analyzing. The restraints are giving you the freedom to let go. Let go of your control and all of your worries. Your only responsibility is to do what I’ve asked you to do; to please me.”

“But isn’t that like being defeated?” she asked, recalling how defeat did not exist in Terry’s rulebook for life.

“Not at all. Not when you do it willingly and intentionally,” he replied simply, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Finally, she stilled, studying him thoughtfully through her glassy eyes. She was already so lovely like this; he could hardly imagine how beautiful she would be once he’d thoroughly exhausted her and erased every anxious, doubtful thought from her head. When several seconds stretched without her protesting further, he moved again to place the gag in her mouth. He was pleased when she parted her lips obediently. 

“I need you to be strong for me. However, if you reach the point where you need to safeword, you have this…” He pulled a small button device from his pocket, nestling it in her tied fist. “It’s good to challenge yourself, and I believe you can handle it. But I can’t have my little fighter taking on too much and really hurting herself, physically or emotionally. Good girls challenge themselves and try their best, but they also need to take care of themselves so they can fight the next day.”

He paused, leaning into her close enough for their faces to almost touch. His tone and expression were grave. “You press this and I will end class immediately and come up here to get you. Understood? Understood?”

She nodded and he took this as his go-ahead to turn on the vibrator. Though it was only on a medium setting, she immediately tensed back up and bucked her hips against the tip.

“Baby, you need to pace yourself,” he chuckled, placing his hands on her hips to still her. She whimpered softly, overwhelmed by how embarrassed and powerless she felt. 

“Now, just focus on the movement and rhythm of the vibrations for me. Nothing else exists. Pain, fear, defeat, your job, other people… It’s just you denying yourself for me. Just allow yourself to float in the delicious in-between state of pleasure and pain, of tension and relaxation, and let me do the thinking.”

In an admittedly devious move, he placed a firm, hot kiss to her neck before getting up, drawing another oh-so sweet muffled and tormented whine from her throat that made his cock leak.

The lock clicked on the door behind him, leaving Y/N to the total darkness and the longest hour and a half of her life.

The hardest part definitely wasn’t not to think- very quickly, she found it almost impossible to think of anything else except the unrelenting pulses of vibration against her clit. Terry hadn’t specified what would happen if she failed to stop herself from coming, but she figured that there would be some sort of punishment and preferred not to find out what exactly it would be. As she clenched around nothing, she could already feel slick absolutely gushing from her pussy onto the seat under her. It was almost a gift that the uncomfortable feeling of the spit that had started dripping down her chin provided some distraction.

Y/N wondered just how ruined her shirt would be by the end of this, and about having to walk out of the dojo probably looking a sight, but this thought evaporated as she felt a new, more intense pressure building in the pit of her stomach. All of the sudden, the intensity of the pleasure had her fighting with all of her resolve not to come, eyes twisted shut, struggling to pull her hips even a millimeter away from the head of the wand. Just as she thought she might fail, a drop of sweat fell into her eye, jolting her more firmly into focus again.

She wanted more than anything to please him, to be a good student and do him proud; put that beautiful smile on his face and be the reason for it. She also wanted to prove to herself that she had the strength and self-control to fulfill what had been asked of her and what she now asked of herself.

Initially, Y/N had been able to roughly estimate how long she had been left, but eventually she lost all track of time. Upon reaching that point, she finally fully allowed her thoughts to drain away like the slick that coated her underwear and the chair beneath her, giving up all wondering when Terry might return and letting go of the worry she had about how she might look by the time he arrived. All that mattered was that she was not allowed to come.

When she finally heard the click of the door’s lock again, she was pulled from her haze by the light that sliced into the complete darkness of the closet, making her squint. Eventually she managed to focus in on Terry, her eyes filling with tears. The man who was both her challenger and protector, assailant and healer, whom she’d made herself so mentally and physically vulnerable for, was here to rescue and tend to her.

The sight that greeted Terry was nothing short of divine. His angel was drenched in sweat, saliva, and slick, and apart from the occasional twitch against the vibrator, had given up struggling and appeared to have little, if any, coherent thought. When her blank gaze finally fully readjusted to the light, he grinned down at her.

“Everyone is gone now; the dojo is closed.” He gave her a moment to process what he had said, crouching before her to fully appreciate how mussed-up and flushed she looked, inhaling the heady scent of her perfume combined with the smell of sex and the warmth radiating off of her.

“Did you come?” he asked, not yet turning off the vibrator. Her head lolled back and forth in an attempt at a shaking motion.

“Good.” He said in a nonchalant tone that, despite her not thinking it was possible, made her more turned on. It was as if they were discussing traffic or the weather. He studied the darkened crotch of her underwear: “Mm, you’ve really soaked through your panties, though. You must be enjoying this even more than I thought.”

Her stomach dropped as the vibrator continued to run and he fixed her with a mischievous look.

“In that case, since you’ve been doing so well for me, I guess I can let you stay here a while longer. I have plenty of other things I can do. How does that sound, darling?” This time Y/N shook her head more frantically, trying to say ‘no’ through the gag. He pretended not to understand her, even though it was intelligible enough.

“What was that, baby? Oh, you’re welcome.” He got up and headed toward the door once more, noting that she still refused to safeword as he closed and locked her in again.

Y/N had never felt so helpless in that moment, consumed by the darkness again and the now seemingly endless torture of the wand’s rhythmic vibrations. She tightened her grip on the button in her fist, knowing that she could end it all at any time, but did not press it. She was determined to last it out until he decided that she was done. After all, she’d made it this far, right?

In that moment, something about the helplessness and the increasingly hazy mental state she was plummeting into became freeing. He had all of the power and that was okay. It meant that she wasn’t responsible for anything except the one thing he’d asked her to do. Nothing else mattered. He really was helping her; this was good for her, to have no expectations or concerns; to humble herself by fulfilling demands rather than making them and be patient to accept what she was given. 

Just as she had reached this stage of tenuous acceptance, she was surprised and confused when the door slid open after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Terry entered with a glass of water, a towel, and first aid supplies in his hands.

“Sweetheart, I’m joking,” he laughed softly, bending down at her feet to set down everything he was carrying. “But you did so, so well for me.” Finally, he removed the gag from her sore jaw, the ball pulling strands of saliva with it. She gasped from the soreness as well as the relief.

“Just come for me now and we’ll be done,” he said, switching the vibrator to the highest setting and controlling its position with his hand instead of the rope, leaning in close for her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Let it all out for me...”

Within moments, he felt her shake as violently as the restraints would allow, warm and sticky come coating the tip of the vibrator through her panties.

“Aahhh…! Thank you! Thank you, Sensei…” she cried in his ear through strangled moans that gradually decreased in volume as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her invocation of his title made his cock jerk, and he bit back a growl. As the most intense climax she’d ever experienced faded, mixing with the feelings of confusion, disgust, and submission, she burst into tears. It was complete sensory overload.  

“Shh, it’s okay. You can cry if you need to,” Terry crooned as she clung to him. He cradled the back of her neck with one hand while starting to untie her with the other. Once she was entirely free and her sobs subsided a bit, he reached for the glass of water and raised it to her lips.

“Drink this- I don’t want you dehydrated,” he said as she sipped from the cold glass, staring at him with blissed-out, puffy eyes. Once she’d had enough to drink, she sucked in a shaky breath and collapsed into his arms.

“I’m so proud of you, angel,” he praised her, rocking her back and forth like a child and pressing delicate kisses all over her face. After cleaning her with the towel, he set to fixing up wherever it hurt, applying healing lotion and ointment to the spots on her arms and legs where the rope had burned, and stroking her cheeks until most of the marks from the gag had faded.

“Okay. All better,” he sighed and she sniffed, having stopped crying. He tilted her chin up so that she was looking directly at him. “Now, are you proud of yourself? You should be proud of yourself.”

She blushed. He was happy with her. She had succeeded in doing what he wanted her to do. She responded to his pleased grin with a soft smile that made her face glow and imbued his chest with warmth.

“Just don’t ever trick me like that again,” she pouted. 

“That was rather mean of me, wasn’t it?” he conceded with a small laugh, unable to hide the fact that he was a bit gleeful rather than entirely apologetic.

“Mhm,” she added petulantly, burying her face into his shoulder.

“I can’t make any promises there, doll,” he replied slyly. “Not when you make it so much fun to toy with you.” He squeezed his arms around her a final time and they shared a kiss before he shifted his posture.

“Alright, let’s get you something to eat. Easy now.” He helped her stumble to her feet and guided her out of the closet.  

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