I’d love to see that “Daniel catching Kreese and Johnny in the act (Lawrusso endgame, sub!Johnny)” wip 👀
Oh yay, thank you for the request anon! ❤ I guess I'll finish the ficlet and post it here below, otherwise it will stay in my drafts forever.
For context: Johnny and Daniel are co-senseis here.
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Daniel is much too furious to announce his arrival at the Cobra Kai dojo by calling out, instead taking angry strides towards the office, where a strip of light shines from underneath the door. It's after hours and the rest of the dojo is deserted. When he pushes it open he freezes in the doorway instead of barging in like he was planning to, his anger quickly replaced by shock.
For a millisecond, he thinks that the two men in the room are in the middle of a physical altercation, since Kreese is gripping the other man's blond hair in a tight fist. Johnny's blond hair. It's Johnny on his knees in front of Kreese, uncharacteristically not putting up a fight.
Then he realizes Johnny's completely naked, with a very noticeable erection poking up between his thighs. A wave of lightheadedness hits Daniel. His heart pounds in his ears and he's frozen to the spot, unable to look away from the sight.
Johnny doesn't notice him at first, his eyes trained on the man before him, lips parted and chest rising and falling like he's been sparring. Kreese, however, turns his head towards the door almost immediately, surprise and then smugness flashing across his furrowed face.
After a few long moments that seem to drag on forever, Johnny notices something's up and looks in Daniel's direction. It must be painful for him to do so, with the way Kreese's fist still tightly grips him. Johnny's eyes grow wide. Seeing his own shock reflected back at him releases Daniel from immobility. He does them both a favor by stepping back and slamming the door shut. In a daze, he walks back to his car. When he zones back in again, he's halfway to Miyagi-do. It takes a second ping of his phone before the sound registers.
[Johnny] whre are yuo
[Johnny] i cna explain
The texts contain more typos than Johnny usually makes. Daniel imagines a frantic Johnny, fingers shaking as he types. The thought makes him pull over and respond, telling Johnny that he's willing to meet at Johnny's place and hear him out. His brain is already coming up with possible explanations, trying to makes sense of it. Perhaps it was some sort of deal, and Johnny was only cooperating so that Kreese would leave their kids alone.
Johnny is already two and a half beers deep when Daniel sits down across from him in the small living room. He doesn't talk. Just stares at the table with a clenched jaw, like the empty bottles hold all the answers.
"I thought you hated Kreese," Daniel says, breaking the silence.
"I do! It's just... It's complicated."
"Try me. Are you doing it in exchange for something?"
"What, like money?"
"Is your financial situation that bad?" Daniel asks, eyebrows crinkling, horrified at the idea.
"No! He doesn't pay me. He just... He knows what I need."
"What you need," Daniel repeats blankly.
"Yeah." Johnny flushes, struggling to clarify himself. "What we do has nothing to do with our dojos. I still hate his guts and want to defeat him. But every once in a while we meet up and..." he trails off and makes a vague gesture.
Daniel's eyes darken.
"And he gives you what you need," he finishes for him. "What I just walked in on, that's the sort of thing you need?"
"...Yeah."
It's the easiest, most obvious decision Daniel's ever made. But first, he has to know if Johnny's on board. That's the most important thing right now. And if he is, Daniel will see to it that he never has to turn to Kreese ever again. They can figure out the rest later.
"And since you're willing to get it from a man like him, am I right in assuming that the person doesn't matter, provided that you get what you need?"
"Uh. Yeah, I guess so."
"Alright. From now on, you come to me for that. Do you understand?"
When there's no immediate reply, Daniel gets up to stand in front of Johnny. Grabbing a fistful of hair from the back of Johnny's head, he yanks it down so that Johnny's face turns up towards him.
"I said, do you understand?"
Johnny swallows. When his eyes meet his gaze, Daniel can see his pupils have dilated so much that the blue of his irises has nearly disappeared.
noncon kreese anon AND ASHJFGAHJSGFHJASFGJSG WHAT A FICLET THAT WAS *wipes brow*
obsessed with young Kreese and older Johnny. May I offer the idea of this dynamic + forced feminization (or basically Kreese makes Johnny wear bra/panties and makeup and calls him Doll)
Yay!! So glad you liked that ficlet 😄❤️
And ohhhhh another one of your genius and inspiring prompts 👀👌👌 Let's see...
Behind a cut because I wrote like 1600 words, oops. (CW: dubcon)
Sometimes Kreese buys him gifts. None of that sappy stuff. A sex toy Johnny has never even heard of, a nice bottle of whiskey (which Kreese ends up slurping out of his belly button and licking off his saggy pecs), stuff like that.
Johnny's struggling to make rent, which is embarrassing because he's had so much time to get his shit together and did nothing with it. The point is he can't afford to buy Kreese anything, and to be honest he wouldn't even know what to get him. So he repays Kreese by being good for him, by following orders. He enjoys the hell out of that too, most of the time at least. Sometimes he ends up feeling like crap afterwards. Then again what else is new.
His lack of reciprocity still makes him feel like a failure, since it's usually the older guy buying the gifts. Kreese doesn't seem to mind though. He keeps coming back, knocking on Johnny's front door in a distinct pattern that by now invokes a Pavlovian response inside Johnny's underwear.
Speaking of underwear, today's gift is a pair of red lace panties. There is more lacey fabric inside the pretty box that Kreese just pushed towards him across the coffee table, but Johnny's brain malfunctioned the moment he took the panties out. He's sure his face just turned the same color as them.
Kreese chuckles, a low sound in his throat. "I saw them and they made me think of you."
Johnny makes a doubtful noise.
"Quiet," Kreese warns him, and Johnny doesn't make another sound despite being tempted to (nothing like a sharp slap to his face to really get him going), distracted by the sheer fabric in his hands.
"I'll be in the bedroom. Put them on and join me."
Does he have a choice? The perpetual fear of losing the interest of the younger man battles with the fresh fear that Kreese will look at him—his aging body wrapped in pretty lace that doesn't belong on someone like him—and laugh, or worse.
He knows better than to keep Kreese waiting though.
The panties fit, which is surprising. Apparently they make lingerie for men now, flower pattern in the lace included. His soft dick is visible through the fabric and they only cover half of his ass. The elastic is a little too tight around his hips and stomach. Next, he takes the other item out of the box.
It's a fucking bra.
He should've guessed, the way Kreese always goes on about his tits. To his annoyance, he fills out the bra perfectly. His nipples harden, the lace lightly chafing at them. It feels ridiculous to walk around like this, and has to stop himself from sucking in his gut. Kreese asked for this so he's gonna get it, flab and sag included.
When he enters his bedroom, heart pounding in his chest, Kreese is still dressed and seated on the edge of the bed. His eyes roam over Johnny, a grin spreading on his face.
"You look beautiful, dollface."
Kreese is definitely mocking him, but the interest in his eyes is real. When he beckons him over to stand in between his spread thighs, Johnny goes to him like he's on autopilot. Despite towering over Kreese he feels exposed and vulnerable and has to fight the urge to cover himself. Kreese turns him around, using his love handles to steer him, and playfully snaps the elastic band of his panties.
"Lovely. Now face me again. I've got one more surprise for you."
When he turns back around there is another gift waiting for him in Kreese's hands. A tube of lipstick.
"No." He has to draw the line somewhere. He's already way out of his comfort zone, and usually when Kreese makes him do things he's not comfortable with he makes sure that Johnny's hard and desperate first. It's different without the haze of arousal.
"What did you say to me?" Kreese asks, eyes narrowing.
Shit.
"No thank you, Sir," he tries. It doesn't work.
"You're going into that bathroom and you're gonna doll yourself up for me. Then I want you back right here in front of me."
What choice is there, really. After carefully applying the lipstick he presses his lips together like he's seen women do. Another flush of shame runs through him. For a first time the end result doesn't look so bad. It's a dark red and matches the panties. He looks like a whore. A whore past her prime. His prime, his, damn it.
There is a visible bulge in Kreese's jeans when he's back in his spot. Johnny eyes it and licks his lips, tasting cosmetics. Despite everything, it feels nice to be wanted.
"I knew your tits would look great in this," Kreese rumbles, leaning forward and mouthing at one of Johnny's pecs through the sheer fabric.
The roughness of the lace makes everything more sensitive. Looking down on sandy brown hair, Johnny can feel himself beginning to stir inside the panties. Kreese's hot mouth is joined by a groping hand. When he pulls back the fabric is wet with his saliva and Johnny is half hard.
"You're such a pretty girl," Kreese tells him, his tone still a mocking quality to it. "With that nice rack of yours," he adds, pushing Johnny's pecs together to create the illusion of cleavage.
His words deepen the flush on Johnny's face. This is definitely worse than any other thing Kreese made him do. Kind of odd that the lingerie, despite somewhat covering him up, makes him feel more vulnerable than for instance the time Kreese told him to spread his own cheeks and expose his hole to him.
"Why don't you take out my cock sweetheart?" Kreese purrs, and Johnny sinks to his knees to obey the command, knee joints cracking and highly aware of the snug fit of the panties. "That's it, now wrap those gorgeous lips around it."
Johnny's sucked his dick a bunch of times before, but never while wearing lingerie and never while Kreese strokes his face in a tender way that feels just as taunting as the sweet words he murmurs.
"Good girl," he tells Johnny, somehow making the latter word sound like a slur.
Johnny shivers, closes his eyes and surrenders to what Kreese has turned him into, losing himself in the act. When he zones back in, Kreese's words have turned from sweet to filthy as the younger man gets closer to his orgasm.
Johnny moans, the sound muffled by the dick in his mouth. Kreese figured out his daddy issues very early on and loves exploiting them, even though Kreese is about 20 years his junior. It shouldn't work but it does.
Usually Kreese likes to finish either deep inside his throat (pushing his head down hard without mercy) or on his chest. This time he surprises Johnny by pulling out, pushing Johnny over and aiming for Johnny's crotch—where Johnny's erection obscenely strains against the thin fabric—as he finishes himself with fast strokes.
Now that he's no longer sucking Kreese off, Johnny can see that the lipstick left red smears all over Kreese's dick. The sight makes him realize with a pang of horror that own face probably looks like a defiled mess.
Kreese zips himself up, fully dressed again, and then makes Johnny sit on his lap, facing the room. Cupping Johnny's crotch, he rubs the slimy mess he made around, his other hand roughly squeezing Johnny's damp cloth-covered pecs, until Johnny comes inside the panties with a series of low groans. They're absolutely soaked after two loads of come. Johnny sits back, resting his weight against the other man, suddenly bone-tired.
"How about you put those ruined panties in the washer and then put on an apron and cook me a big steak, hmm sweetheart?"
Johnny stiffens in Kreese's arms. He just wants to peel off the soiled lingerie, wash the lipstick off and go back to being himself again. Shit, what if Kreese wants him dressing like a chick all the time now?
"My fridge is empty. How 'bout I order us pizza instead?"
"Fine," Kreese concedes, his mood usually good and mellow after sex.
He still slaps Johnny's ass though, when Johnny gets up, chuckling when Johnny yelps. Johnny's just relieved he can put his own clothes back on. His relief is short-lived, because when Kreese leaves after dinner he tells him, "Next time, I'm fucking that tight pussy of yours."
And sure enough, the following week Kreese insists he puts on the lingerie again. This time his make-up includes another gift; mascara. Johnny manages not to poke himself in the eye, but the mascara ends up ruined and running down his cheeks anyway, because Kreese pulls him over his lap and spanks him relentlessly for being a naughty girl.
Then he tears the panties in order to fuck Johnny so hard it makes the bed shake with their movements, all the while grunting about how Johnny's pussy is the tightest pussy he's ever had despite Johnny being a dirty slut who spreads her legs for anyone.
Johnny is sore and overwhelmed, and by now so out of it he barely notices his own orgasm. When it's all over he's too exhausted to stop himself from sniffling. It's one of those times where sex with Kreese leaves him feeling real bad instead of good.
"Don't worry darling," Kreese pretends to comfort him while getting up to use the bathroom, "I'll buy you a new pair, I promise."
Still motionless on the bed, Johnny stifles a miserable sob.
For your consideration: Johnny’s heats always trigger Kreese into getting close to going into heat. So that week is always a marathon of the four of them fucking. The combination of hormones and omega neediness makes Terry NUTS.
Daniel gets bitey with Johnny when this happens, not quite claiming him (he can’t anyway). Terry thinks it’s cute their silly little beta wants to claim omega Johnny. John eventually has terry remind them who owns who. Filling their holes with cum and leaving them littered with mean bites.
Kreese esp likes Terry when he does what he’s told and is a big mean alpha for him.
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This is another reason why Terry brought Daniel into their pack. He's a virile Alpha, but dealing with two omegas in heat (fueling each other) nearly did him in last time.
Daniel gets very zealous in his efforts to help Johnny through his heat. Since he can't give Johnny everything he needs, he borrows Kreese's sex toy to use on Johnny as well, because it has an inflatable knot. (It's molded after Terry. Kreese uses it during the times Terry's away on business.)
Daniel definitely has to be reminded of his place a lot. Terry doesn't mind it, in fact he loves it. If Daniel refuses to listen—oftentimes because of his enthusiasm—Terry uses his Alpha Voice. Which doesn't work on Kreese (Terry wouldn't dare talking to him like that anyway), but makes Johnny's eyes glaze over and turns him into an obedient puppet. It also has an effect on Daniel, albeit in a smaller way. For instance he'll stop whatever he's doing to Johnny and make way for Terry to show him how it's really done. Although one (rough, needy) word from Kreese and Terry is climbing off of Johnny to rush back to his mate. Daniel is more than happy to take over from him again.
Sometimes Terry fucks Daniel while Daniel's inside of Johnny, grabbing Daniel's hips and guiding his movements with powerful, well-aimed thrusts.
And once in a blue moon (usually when Terry's on another one of his business trips), Kreese will let Daniel fuck him. Not his preferred bed partner, but by goading Daniel into fucking him harder (and then even harder) by acting unimpressed and insulting his efforts, he can make it worth his while.
To piggyback off of that last anon, an image: Kreese making intersex omega johnny squirt.
Johnny being all shy because he doesn't know what's going on at first.
Also a DELICIOUS mental image, you anons are on fire today! 🔥🔥🔥 👀👀👀
Johnny is horrified and more than a little confused, he thinks he's accidentally wet the bed (which is partly true, for several reasons, but still). Kreese explains it to him with an amused look on his face, but Johnny is still a bit embarrassed about the mess he's made.
(To the anon who asked about 'Daniel catching Kreese and Johnny in the act'; I'm working on it, I want to reply with the finished ficlet in response to your ask 😁)
This fic is set in 1986, and the thought behind it was 'what if Kreese had never been interested in Johnny that way, but when he runs into him a couple of years later and Johnny tries to get into his pants, Kreese realizes that he isn't as averse to the idea as he thought he would be'.
I wanted Kreese to have a few hang-ups about it and to write it from his POV. Here's a snippet:
We sit next to each other at the crowded bar and I slam back the whiskey. Before the sting of it has fully dissipated he’s already ordering my next one. By the time the third whiskey is burning a path down to my stomach I’m able to meet his heated gaze without the urge to punch his lights out. Emboldened, Johnny places a hand high on my thigh. It’s subtle enough that nobody should notice unless they pay close attention, but it certainly isn’t intended as subtle, not with the way he keeps softly squeezing the part of my leg right next to my groin. It’s not quite enough to really get me going, but I can definitely feel myself stir.
I’ve never considered him before, because he was a kid back then and I’m not into kids. Now though, he’s between youth and adulthood and the way he acts makes me see him in a new light. Am I really going to allow this to happen? And how can I know for sure that this isn’t some ploy to get back at me? But no, nobody can fake interest like this. He’s so blatant about it too, I suspect that's partly the booze and because he can tell at least part of me is interested.
No promises that I'll ever finish this, but who knows, out of my two WIPs it definitely has my priority. Thanks again for asking about it!
ok look I have this strange thing in my head that won't leave me and idk you seemed like you might care
but I keep seeing the kreese cobra kai takeover happen more insidiously. like kreese defers to johnny in public, he doesn't encourage the miyagi do defacing. He just leans a little on upset Johnny (after Tommy's death) and just. encourages the drinking.
And now Johnny's falling over in his office, drunk and useless. Visibly falling in the eyes of his students (with a little help from Kreese and a few things he'll 'let slip') about how Johnny's less than fit to lead right now. Stoking that feeling in boys like Hawk.
And then one day he'll go into Johnny's office, and Johnny's blind drunk. Almost passed out. And he's in that gi - the one that shows off those tits he has. Saggy enough that they look like a woman's. And he's facedown on the desk, slumped in his chair.
No trouble at all to rearrange him, pull down the gi pants. Johnny's ass is pale, more full than when he was just a slip of a boy. Kreese slides his unlit cigar between those cheeks, considers. Hawk always stays late to clean up on Wednesdays.
He opens up the drawer, and sure enough. Johnny's such a slob. There's a tube of lubricant in there. He slicks his fingers with it, and pushes in. Johnny starts to stir when he's three fingers in, the skin of Johnny's hole clinging snugly to his knuckles.
He pulls his fingers out and starts to work his cock in. It's something, seeing the angry red of it against the pale of Johnny's buttocks. He's buried at the root when he hears the approaching footsteps. Johnny's shaking his head in confusion as something starts to seep in past the drunken fugue. Kreese smiles, slides a hand into Johnny's gi and yanks back that blond hair as he pulls put and slams back in.
Johnny lets out a high pitched yelp as Kreese starts to fuck him, scrambling at the desk as he tries to get his bearings. And that's when Hawk walks by to get an eyeful of Kreese balls deep in Johnny Lawrence. A Johnny Lawrence with his tits out, Kreese's hand groping and pinching at a tit. His other hand fisted in Johnny's hair, forcing his back to arch as he's fucked ruthlessly on the desk.
And Hawk doesn't leave. He stays, eyes wide in his pale face as Kreese pretends not to notice him. Taking in Johnny's drink red face as Kreese slams into him again and again. And then Kreese comes, a quiet grunt in counterpoint to Johnny's cut off gasps. And than as he's pulling out, wiping his sticky cock against Johnny's asscheek he looks up. Makes eye contact with Hawk.
Johnny needs to learn his place, and until then there are other students who are willing to listen.
Kreese pushes up Johnny's gi, exposing Johnny's ass to Hawk. He pulls those cheeks wide, and watches the boy's gaze follow the slow sticky trickle of jizz down Johnny's thigh. He slams a hand down on the desk, startling the boy.
"Here," he barks sternly and Hawk is near him in seconds. "Take it out, kid." And the boy obeys unthinkingly, just as Kreese knew he would. A few more terse instructions and the boy's cock is inside, Kreese's seed slicking up the way to Johnny's destruction. Hawk doesn't take too long to finish, and he's terrified after but the deed is done.
A few more words in the right ears will ensure Lawrence will staying out of shame and Hawk getting that first lick of power. Everything will fall into place: Cobra Kai to its rightful owner and so too Mr. Lawrence.
First lemme throw in some warnings for people who filter certain content: Noncon, dubcon (extremely dubious consent), underage.
Okay now I can talk about how I love your more-subtle-but-more-evil version of Kreese, because that's my jam.
And omg him using the bond the OG Cobras have with each other to his own advantage is *chef's kiss*. He knows Johnny is devasted and pretends to care while manipulating him into an even more vulnerable state. 😭😭 It's almost embarrassingly easy, Johnny's defences are all down, and well, Kreese believes that exploiting that is only fair, because that's how it works in the real world.
Also looove noncon where the other person is mostly out of it, so 💯💯💯 @ Kreese finding Johnny like that and being able to do whatever he wants to him. (I got a Krilverlaw ficlet in my drafts with a similar premise.)
Also yes, Johnny's tits were meant to be groped! *points at slutty black gi* Look at what he's wearing, he's clearly asking for it 😈
The Hawk x Johnny part is more @zappedbyzabka's and @cobrakatharsis's thing (shout-out to my partners in smut ❤), but it's definitely something I can picture with Hawk's attitude (and in this case, Kreese's control over him).
Thank you anon for sending me this ask, I very much enjoyed this alternate way of Kreese being his lecherous and devious self to gain the upper hand and reclaim not only his dojo but also his golden boy. 👌👌
ugghfhhff Terry and Kreese passing around a cigar AND Johnny? Sign me up!
Terry would be so slow with Johnny, admiring his body and forcing Johnny to go slow when he rides him. He’d force eye contact, gripping Johnny’s face as he watches the boy begin to whine from the attention. Of course, Terry is Terry, and he’s mean to Johnny at times. He sees the boy edging closer to his release, and he chuckles, then grabs his cigar and as he exhales, blows smoke into Johnny’s face, watches him begin to tear up as he whispers, “Not yet, sweetheart. Get off, go to Kreese.”
Johnny obliges with a simple, “Yes, sir. Thank you for letting me ride you.”
Kreese on the other hand is more rough and doesn’t care to take his time. Once he has his hands on Johnny, he’s spearing him on his cock. Kreese doesn’t bother to set aside his cigar either, simply hands it to Johnny with the instruction, “Hold that for me, doll.” Kreese admires Johnny, not like Terry though; he chooses to admire Johnny’s disheveled form as he bounces quickly on his cock.
Johnny is only allowed to cum when he’s being penetrated by both Terry and Kreese, thats the rule. So, Johnny is ever grateful when the time comes. He doesn’t care if Terry blows more smoke into his face or if Kreese grips his hips too tight because he’s in a hazy state where all he can focus on is cock and his own impending pleasure.
When he’s finally cum, all he can say is, “Thank you, sirs.”
Yesssss, this is some great stuff anon! 👌👌 I love how they both have their own distinct style of fucking Johnny.
Terry savors Johnny like one of his fine wines, and he has a mean streak. What's the fun if there are no tears involved, right? Meanwhile Kreese is all action and enjoys Johnny in a more primal way. (Him calling Johnny things like 'doll' and 'sweetheart' is 🔥🔥 btw)
After each evening together, Mr. Silver's driver drops Johnny off at his house in Encino. And each time Johnny can feel their combined seed leak out of him the entire drive back.
