#Lakreese

[puella-peanut]

Cobra Kai is actually a series about a middle aged Italian-American man who slowly but surely acquires a harem of his former and current bullies who are absolutely obsessed with him and have no chill.

In this essay I will,

#cobra kai #karate? that’s just the foreplay! #lawrusso #danzen #labarnes #silverusso #there is always room for more! #in which i post my nonsense #lakreese

[yenforfairytales]

We need an AU with teenage!Daniel in cut off shorts and band tees, and his long suffering neighbor young!Kreese (maybe on leave from the army?) who is totally tormented by this little tease.

Daniel, licking a vanilla ice cream slowly, leaning over the fence with his ass out, all sunkissed and gorgeous: Oh heyyyy John, didn’t know you were there!

John, dying on the inside: …hey kid. [Do Not Rail Him. Do Not Rail Him. Do Not—]

Daniel, sucks on the cherry: Mmm!

John: Yeah, jail’s worth it.

And they were neighbors! NSFW!!!!

----

Kreese braces himself as he passes by the nonfunctioning pool in his complex, taking the steps up to his second-level apartment as measured and purposeful as he can.

Because going up the stairs to his apartment means walking by his next door neighbor. There's no avoiding it.

And normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, but his new neighbor's kid has taken to hanging out right in front of his door, leaning over the railing like there's anything in the courtyard worth looking at.

Kreese curses silently to himself as he pulls his keys out, steadfastly facing his door and not the half-naked twink behind him.

Just his luck that the kid and his mother moved in near the start of summer.

Summer means no school.

Summer means the boy has nothing better to do than pester Kreese in the least amount of clothes as possible.

And he is a boy.

Sixteen, the boy's mother had said.

Although, Kreese wasn't much older when his own mother had died and he'd had to find multiple meager jobs to pay his own bills. Not long after when a gun was placed in his hands to defend a nation.

Kreese is interrupted of his musings by an obscenely loud suck.

He turns to see the little cocktease smacking his lips around some melted ice cream. The boy then wraps those lips around a cherry while creamy vanilla drips down the cone in his hand, leaving gleaming trails along a slender wrist.

"Hey, John," the boy says. "Hope you don't mind the mess. I'll clean it up, I promise."

Kreese can tell there's a smirking playfulness in the kid's eyes, even behind the aviator sunglasses he's wearing.

"Hey, kid."

Kreese can feel his pulse race as his heart beats wildly. It's not going to happen again. It's not.

The last time was the last time.

He's stronger than this. He should have never touched the kid-- Daniel to begin with.

But the thing was, the thing was...

Kreese hadn't felt good once since he'd come home from 'Nam. There wasn't a whole lot in his life that had ever felt good.

"Your mom at work?"

----

Gasps and moans fill Kreese's small bedroom as Daniel rides him like he'll die if he doesn't.

His skin is still hot, sunkissed from being outside, and Kreese groans as he watches his cock disappear again and again into Daniel's body as the kid bounces with enthusiasm in his lap. Just like the first time.

"Fuck, fuck."

Kreese is forced to throw his head back against the mattress. It's so good, so tight that he has to keep himself from shouting out.

Wet slaps in rhythm with the squeak of well-worn bed springs.

Daniel loves it. Eyes squeezed shut as he chases the feeling of something deep inside him, building and sparking. He braces his hands against John's chest for leverage; if he can just get John a little deeper, a little harder...

An itch that needs scratching.

John's hands grip Daniel's hips tight enough to leave bruises but glide down, slick with sweat, to squeeze Daniel's ass.

Daniel cries out, breathy moans getting louder as his body clenches around the hard cock inside him. So close, so close...

"Ah-! God, yes- please-!"

Daniel comes almost painfully on a down thrust. Feels it all the way down to his toes.

Kreese follows a second later-- the sounds Daniel makes, along with his body sucking him in deep as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, too much for anyone.

They moan together as they come down from the high. Daniel's hole occasionally clenching in aftershocks that make them both shudder in pleasure.

Daniel collapses over Kreese and nuzzles in close under the older man's jaw, completely blissed out.

Daniel hums happily. "That was great! Why'd you make us wait so long?"

Kreese wraps a muscular arm around Daniel to pull him in close. His other hand running along his own face to fight off the post-coital fatigue. To fight off the disbelief of his situation.

"Three days is a long time to you?" Kreese grumbles tiredly. "Don't come crying to me when your mother suspects something. I'll deny everything."

Daniel's heard this lecture before. Several times. About stopping before getting caught. About how John is too old for him, too bad, too wrong for him, too male. Too, too, too. He grins.

"C'mon," Daniel coos, running his fingers over Kreese's chest. "She's too busy working to notice. And besides, I'll be cleaned up and in bed before she even gets home."

Kreese stops brooding long enough to finally look at Daniel, a small smile forming before he places a soft kiss against the boy's temple.

Daniel snuggles in closer and laughs as they wrap their arms around each other a little tighter.

"I should get going, actually," he sighs.

Kreese grumbles again, placing more kisses on Daniel's cheek. His lips.

"Can I get my sunglasses back?"

"Not a chance."

----

Things continue on like this. Stolen moments whenever they have the opportunity.

John has the distinct feeling that if it were up to Daniel, with his teenage libido, they'd fuck no less than 10 times a day. But as it is, John is only one man, and he keeps the little punk at bay as much as he reasonably can.

He has to laugh at himself sometimes. He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up in Hell, let alone jail.

But since when has John's life ever been fair? And he's tired of denying himself something he wants.

Every day John grows a little bolder. A little angrier. It isn't fear holding him back. Fear doesn't exist.

It's that Daniel could be taken away from him. Separated. Just like--

And why shouldn't he have Daniel?

Who could possibly stop him?

----

John lets out a guttural growl as he comes inside Daniel, hips rolling as he continues to pulse and twitch inside him.

He has the boy bent over at the waist, leaning over him as he's pressed against the wall. They didn't even make it to the bedroom this time, fucking in the hallway after having gotten their pants down.

John pulls out and blows out a breath. His chest feels like he's run a marathon.

They right their pants as Daniel tells Kreese he has to leave soon anyway. His mother had called to say she'd be home early, and who knows when that'll be.

Kreese walks him to the door and smirks as he watches Daniel move a little gingerly. It makes his dick twitch again, but only because he knows Daniel loves the feeling.

Daniel opens the door and spins back around in the threshold.

"Oh! Hey, so I was thinking--"

"Careful. Wouldn't want to hurt yourself."

"--Hah. What a comedian. No, I was going to say, why don't I come over later tonight? You know, when my ma is asleep?"

It's risky. Makes plausible deniability more difficult.

They'd have to be quiet.

Kreese stares into the kid's hopeful eyes. They were initially what had drawn Kreese to him.

That first day when the kid's mother had caught him on his way to work. Introduced themselves to him.

Kreese had looked at the boy, standing off to the side with a defiant pout. Really looked. He had a black eye and was all the more beautiful for it.

Even then, the kid had stood out. Something in those eyes that called to the deepest parts of John and said chase me, I dare you.

His mother had explained that her son was always getting into fights, and Kreese had felt a tiny twinge in his heart.

Memories of being knocked into lockers. Books shoved off his desk. Bruised knuckles and detention.

Now, Kreese looks into those beautiful brown eyes, with their own light as bright and burning as amber, and knows it was always inevitable.

"I'll leave the door unlocked."

----

Kreese shoves Daniel down onto the bed, overwhelmed that they have all night.

He slicks up his cock with one hand while the other runs greedily over miles of smooth, golden skin.

Daniel spreads his legs in invitation, anticipating the first push of the older man inside him.

Kreese lines himself up with Daniel's glistening hole, soft and yielding as he slowly inches his cock into him.

Daniel sucks in a breath through his teeth. The initial stretch and burn always a little surprising, but always welcome.

John pushes and pulls slowly, rocking into the boy, letting the slick sounds of the gentle slide of his cock into that hole drive him even crazier.

Daniel's moaning quietly with every stroke, not that he thinks they'd really wake anyone up, but he knows they both have to reign it in a little, and for some reason that only adds to the little thrill up his spine. He lets out a shaky breath.

"Okay," he tells Kreese.

That's all the man needs to hear to start fucking him harder, picking up a steady and heavy pace.

Kreese spends long minutes in blissful pleasure, but suddenly it's not enough. He rises up on his knees and throws one of Daniel's legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the supple thigh to pull the boy back onto every quickening thrust.

Daniel's huffing and gasping as Kreese starts pounding into him-- a man on a mission. All he can do is grasp weakly at Kreese's thighs, the sounds of the older man grunting and moaning going straight to Daniel's dick.

The orgasm catches Daniel by surprise. He had felt it cresting and just barely had enough time to wrap a hand around his bouncing dick before he was coming and sobbing.

Kreese chokes on a groan as he watches Daniel come over his hand, his own orgasm pulled from him quite literally. He leans over the boy with taut arms, stilling his hips to savor every pulse of his seed into the warm body beneath him.

Daniel's practically useless afterwards, halfway to sleep as Kreese grabs a cum rag and cleans them both up. He collapses on the bed next to Daniel, pulling him into an easy embrace.

After a minute, Kreese gets up again. He sets his alarm for 5am. That should be early enough for Daniel to sneak back into his own apartment.

Kreese frowns at the thought. But for now, he'll let the kid sleep.

----

It's one Saturday that finds Kreese milling around his apartment, waiting for his best friend to show up.

They have plans to look at potential locations for their own karate dojo. A shared dream that went from the enthused talk of young soldiers trying to pass the time to an actual, legitimate possibility.

John smiles as he hears the stomping footfalls of someone running up the concrete stairs. That must be Terry.

He grabs his wallet and keys but pauses when he hears voices outside his door.

One of them is definitely the smooth rumble of Terry's, but the other sounds an awful lot like Daniel's.

They're laughing together.

Something inside Kreese clenches as he flings the door open a little harder than intended.

Terry and Daniel turn to Kreese in surprise.

For some reason what's even worse, is Daniel dressed in nothing but a pair of red gym shorts. Kreese can feel his blood boil inexplicably.

"What do you want?" He snarls before he can stop himself.

Daniel's eyes widen like a deer in headlights before his brow furrows, eyes burning with bright fury.

"Nothin'," he snaps back. "I was on my way out."

Daniel makes a show of walking towards the staircase and Kreese can't help himself.

"Your mother let you walk around like that?"

Daniel sticks his tongue out and lifts one side of his shorts, revealing the black strap of a jockstrap framed around one round butt cheek. He's gone before John can say anything else.

"Jesus," Terry says with feeling.

Kreese has half a mind to run down the stairs after Daniel and beat the shit out of him.

He clutches the keys in his hand until it hurts.

"Let's go," he commands instead.

----

Daniel doesn't speak to him for one long miserable week.

None of the dojo locations had worked out either.

----

Daniel forgives John even if he never did apologize. He tells himself he gets it.

John is kind of like a caveman that way. Jealous and possessive.

It's only because he cares, Daniel reasons.

But he has to explain to John that California summers are ungodly hot. And he only has the one pair of shorts.

His friend was nice, though.

----

John gets a dizzying sense of deja vú as he and Terry shoot the shit in front of his apartment, ready for another day of dojo hunting.

There's a building for lease that looks especially promising, Terry says.

Daniel steps out of his apartment and waves at them as he passes.

At least he's wearing actual clothes this time; a black tshirt cut into a tank top and a pair of denim shorts cut from an old pair of jeans.

The kid could be a little less generous with the scissors, if he'd bother to ask John's opinion.

It's only a minute later when Daniel is bounding up the stairs again, stopping abruptly in front of the two older men.

"Hey, hi, do you guys have a dollar?" he asks excited and breathless with all the youthfulness of his age.

Terry makes a show of patting his pockets.

"Sorry, I'm all out," he says before leaning down towards Daniel conspiratorially. "You want a cigarette?"

Daniel laughs in surprise, absolutely delighted.

"No, no," Daniel honest to God giggles. "My friends and I wanna go see a movie, but I only have enough for the bus. I was hoping I could borrow a dollar? I promise I'll pay it back!"

Kreese is pulling out his wallet and shoving a five into Daniel's hand before Terry can say anything.

"Keep it," he smiles.

Maybe the kid can really treat himself and get some popcorn or something.

Daniel smiles back a little moony-eyed. Clearly wanting to say something he can't in front of John's friend. He moves back towards the stairs a little dazed.

"Hey, thanks. Really. I appreciate it." He bounds back down to the small group of neighborhood kids waiting for him. "See you around!"

Kreese watches them until Daniel disappears around the corner with the other kids.

He doesn't want to look at Terry, who undoubtedly will be looking back at him with every judgement in the world.

Instead, Kreese is surprised to see that Terry is turned away from him, still looking after where Daniel had gone too.

"Hm," Terry muses to himself before swiveling back towards Kreese. "Cute kid."

Kreese says nothing.

"Have you asked him about joining Cobra Kai?" Terry asks.

Kreese blinks.

"I- I hadn't thought about it."

He really hadn't. Daniel? In their world of warriors and battlegrounds? It never crossed his mind.

John catches himself, scoffs. "That skinny punk? He isn't exactly Cobra Kai material."

Terry's staring at him with a hard expression.

Crystal-eyes cold and calculating.

Hateful.

But just like that, the strange spell is broken, and Terry himself breaks out into one of his signature grins.

Even if it doesn't quite reach his burning eyes.

"Well, you have to start somewhere, right? C'mon," he claps John on the shoulder. "Let's get going. We can get some drinks after. My treat."

John stands a little frozen as Terry swaggers down the stairs.

There's ice and dread creeping up his veins. Something John hasn't felt since Vietnam.

Because Terry's never looked at him like that before.

----

#it got a little angsty y'all #i couldn't help myself #i love drama #hope you like <3 #thank you anon #asks #my fic #lakreese #hint of #silverusso #krilverusso #we all float down here

[kovajean]

another anon brought this up but: daniel in red for terry, and daniel in pink for kreese. PUT THAT LUCIOUS TAN SKIN IN LUCIOUS COLOUR CK COSTUMERSSSSSS ARGHHHHH

You’re so right and I hadn’t even thought about it…Every time I think about Silverusso I imagine Daniel in red and every time I think about LaKreese I imagine him in pink. What the fuck.

Possibly because Daniel wears red a lot in his scenes with Silver (Red Sweatpants, Red Jacket, gets blood on him lol that counts I think), and for LaKreese, pink is a "feminine" enough color that the idea of Daniel wearing it is appealing because it's the opposite of what Kreese's "ideal man" would look like (which is exactly what Daniel is anyway, pink or no pink). Making Kreese mad on purpose stays winning in my mind. One of the many reasons I like LaKreese so much.

And the opposite can be said for Silverusso--I mean, Daniel clearly makes Silver happy (I always go back to the scene where Daniel destroys the dummy in their third training session, and leans up to high-five Silver, and it lasts for a bit too long, and I think "Huh, did Silver forget that he's supposed to hate this guy?").

You know what color I like seeing Daniel in? Green. Every green outfit he's worn over the course of the movies have been cool as fuck. I don't count the damn ugly camo pants outfit because the way I see it that was brown camo. Put him in a green sweater or polo again! That's my request.

#silverusso #lakreese #from sunrise to set

[phoomwhoosh]

Will you ever write a LaKreese through John’s POV? I wanna see how nuts he is about the Prima Donna 😈 💜

I've actually considered it! I definitely want to write a little more with them.

#thank you as always for the asks #in which you ask and i eventually answer #lakreese

[diningwiththeasquiths]

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.

🫠🫠🫠🫠

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.

#ILU anon! 🥵❤️ #and Daniel getting bitey with Johnny is a great mental image ❤️ Terry isn't the only one with a posessive streak #dining answers #anon #kreerence #cobra husbands #lawrusso #silverlaw #lakreese #silverusso #silverussolaw #lakrilverlaw #tagging this is exhausting 😂 #omega kreese #omega johnny #omegaverse

[mysticalsadgirl]

18,22,23 for the fandom thingy. Whichever fandom you prefer.

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Devon Lee! I think she's one of the best new characters and yet I barely see her referenced. Though I'm more into the movie side of the fandom than the series so maybe there is more love for Devon than I think there is

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

That Daniel has insane amounts of rizz and he's a hopeless romantic. He knew Kumiko for like 2 days and was like "come back to America with me" and she probably would've agreed!

ship you've unwillingly come around to

I guess LaKreese, sort of? It's not like I had anything against it but just wasn't super compelled by it at first. There's a few fics for this ship I wanna check out for them but I've been hyperfixated on other stuff so I've fallen behind and not read any yet lol

[thorniest-rose]

is it lakreese or kreerusso

omg no idea!!!!! I think it's actually lakreese but I don't know because I've never posted about it before 🙊

#asks

[dedlit]

I had to reset my password just so I could see that NSFW!!! I believe I have a new ship! Hot as f*ck.

I feel you. I also reset it two months ago because I didn't log in since 2011 🤣

Happy to have a fellow shipper ;)

Someone suggested 'LaKreese' as ship-name and I'm chuckling every time I think of it... imho it's a pretty good one. (Sounds like a French dish)

[puella-peanut]

John Kreese: Welcome to the Fuck Daniel LaRusso Club, where we all gather to say a collective fuck you to that Italian prick!

John Kreese: And now, some words from our newest members!

John Kreese: Gentlemen?

Johnny, Chozen, Terry, and Mike, looking around uncomfortably and sweating nervously: ...Uh...so, so we may have, um, misunderstood—

#this is actual behind the scenes content #cobra kai #john kreese #lawrusso #silverusso #danzen #johnny lawrence #terry silver #chozen toguchi #mike barnes #in which i post my nonsense #labarnes #lakreese

[puella-peanut]

The Daniel effect.

#daniel larusso #lawrusso #silverusso #danzen #labarnes #lakreese #cobra kai #the karate kid #sweep the leg #in which i post my nonsense

[yenforfairytales]

match.com

Daniel: *opens new messages*

Terry: Baby, you're a 9 out of 10. And I'm the One you need.

Chozen: Can I borrow a kiss? I promise to give it right back.

Mike: You look a lot like my next boyfriend. 😍

Johnny: ARE YOU A CANDLE? BECAUSE I'M GOING TO BLOW YOU.

Daniel: *closes new messages*

#kreese: hey. #*one minute after no response* #kreese: bitch. #choose your fighter #i love them all #cobra kai #silverusso #danzen #labarnes #lawrusso #lakreese #daniel larusso #shitpost #my post

[puella-peanut]

oh nooooooooo

LaRusso’s real cute, especially when he’s on his knees with Johnny’s dick in his glossy mouth. Ali hated this shit, hated sucking cock, hated Johnny because of it (and, okay, other shit too)—but Daniel’s got a fucking knack for it, and a prettier mouth by half anyway.  “Fuck, LaRusso,” Johnny half sneers, half groans, banging the back of his head against a broom handle in the janitor’s side-closet they’re messing around in when they both should be in detention. Belittling and bullying is what it said on the stupid slip from Mrs. C (for cunt, not Clarissa) the old hag, while it looked like a purple bruise at the corner of LaRusso’s mouth, and a tear at Johnny’s shirt. Daniel had earned a sucker-punch for that one. The claws on that fucking pussycat.  “Who taught you to suck dick like this? You’re such a slu—“ Daniel pulls away and looks up at him from under long lashes, almost shy-like, pulling off this sweet boyish innocence though he’s on his knees being fed cock. Says, with a grin both sly and teasing and—sticky and dark and bitter, something Johnny can’t quite place though the feel of it lingers—“Don’t you know that I gotta good...sensei?”

in which i wanna write a lawrusso and a lakreese and will be gross about it too <3 lmao

#lawrusso #lakreese #sorry in advance everyone #in which i chase paper cuts #the karate kid #WHAT IF I INCLUDE TERRY FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES OH NOOOOO

[puella-peanut]

Teenage tramp Daniel has the hots for handyman Kreese lmao. Thots?

Gorgeous, seventeen year old neighborhood tramp Daniel LaRusso is…mad. Big Mad to be exact. 

It’s all because his attempts at seducing the local, rugged, handsome neighborhood handyman have…fallen flat. Failed to lift off. Closed on opening night. Houston, we have a problem, and his name is John Kreese. 

Thing is, Daniel’s gone all out. Taken out all the big guns. Brought out the big, flashy, show-stopping numbers. He’s been coy, coquettish. An innocent and not-so-innocent tease. Sweet and shy. Sassy and spunky. A bonafide ingenue to the Lolita of the Valley, and all around the block and back again! 

Jeeze, he’s never worked this hard for a lay in his life!

See now—he’s worn his tiny band crop tops. His tiny tank-tops cut to show plump, caramel nipples. His even tinier, cut off jean-shorts that hardly leave anything to the imagination. 

He’s boosted himself up on the front of John’s battered Ford pickup, just to criss-cross those long, bare, coltish legs of his. Straddled (and stolen) ladders John’s been using while he works, to display parted, slender thighs. (And show off how limber he is. How…flexible.) Reached up to grab at nothing on his toes to show off a waist so small and trim that a pair of (large, callused, rough) masculine hands could span oh-so-easily. He’s bent himself over convenient surfaces—countertops, couches, tables, wobbly banisters and kiddie coloring tables for crying out loud!—to show off his sweet, juicy ass. The lush cheeks that spill out. The roundness of it all. 

He’s brushed up against John, sat touching him knee-to-knee, fallen across him “accidentally”, faked a sprained ankle in the hopes of a bridal-carry, and still—still goddammit!!—John hasn’t paid him any attention!! Not the slightest bit. 

All Daniel has gotten in return is: ‘Hey, you’re in my way.’ To, ‘Put some clothes on, Prima Donna, it’s January, and your sneezing is unhygienic.’ And even a, ‘Join the Service, kid. That’ll whip some sense into you.’

Ugh. 

Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhh. 

…Why, by this time with his other conquests, he’d gotten railed twice over! All stupid, annoying, teenage boys; simple schoolboy, after-school flings to pass the time. Like that total brain-dead bimbo Johnny, or violent karate bad-boy Mike. To foreign exchange student Chozen, followed by future sociopath Dutch. A real slick wannabe named Ponytail got him next, then sweet preacher’s boy Bobby. Jimmy and Tommy had tag teamed him after, and then finally that dorky piano nerd, rich-boy Twig (he’d gotten real maid service, a night in a mansion, and breakfast in bed for that one!). Between all of them, Daniel had gotten laid in six months more than some people did in an entire year! Lifetime even! Yeah, yeah, the lays themselves didn’t rank too high on the scale of one to ten (some far lower than others!)—but a fucking was a fucking, and he had been sixteen and desperately horny. Besides it had been summer, and California had made it too hot to be too fussy. 

…Except that now he is, because there is something about this Kreese that gets him all hot and bothered. Something about those sinewy, hairy, muscular arms. That solid, sturdy body. The heavy booted footsteps. The worn jeans and faded flannel. The fluffy, sandy hair (and matching, coarse stubble). The hairy, broad, hard chest. The squareness of his jaw, the strapping height. The surprising brightness of his blue eyes. The sudden, rare smiles. The fact that he is older, is an adult. A full grown man. That he can do anything to Daniel, and, smitten boy that he is, he’d let him. 

Yeah, Daniel wants him like one would want a cool drink on a hot day. He has it bad. But things have to get worse before they get better, right? And all fevers must run their course. 

And boy, what a fever this is!

(And may he never recover!)

…

Meanwhile, our John has indeed been stoic in the little tease’s presence—but, thing is, the moment he’s alone, tucked away safe in his bed or in the shower or even that one time in his kitchen for fuck’s sake—John has spent nearly every spare minute in his day jacking off furiously. Getting his sheets, tiles—even kitchen countertop—all sticky with jizz like he was fifteen again, and had seen a pair of breasts for the first time in a dirty magazine. (But those thoughts of his former teenage fantasies have nothing on the centerfold that is LaRusso.)

And, damn it, he spends far too much of his day dreaming about that full, red mouth. The glossy, floppy hair. Those long-lashed big brown eyes. The perky brown nipples, the slightest swell of the soft chest on that tiny, fragile body. The endless, shapely legs. The endless, tan skin. The endless smoothness of it. The curve of that plump ass. The bounce it had, the little tormenting jiggle when the boy walked with a spring in his step. The sweet little puckered cunt hidden between those slim thighs. How it would drip and spill and gush out all that John has to give the little shit. Is dying to. 

Oh, John’s got a calendar counting down the days until the boy is legal, until he’s all of eighteen and the law can’t save him—and then John’s gonna fuck him into submission, rail him into obedience. Pound that tight, juicy, boypussy raw until LaRusso can’t think for how good John’s giving it to him. 

And then he’s gonna make the little shit his, because fuck it all—the little Italian brat has made him fall for his charms big time.

Only a matter of time kid, John thinks later, watching the boy work his bag of tricks with a stoic, calm expression. Though he all but grins (inwardly) when the boy fumes in frustration at his non-reaction.

Just you wait, Prima Donna, John promises.

You’re mine. 

#lakreese #daniel larusso #john kreese #tiny bit of lawrusso/silverusso/danzen/labarnes too #also tiny bit of daniel x jimmy/tommy/dutch/ponytail/bobby #daniel really gets around lmao #DLDS in full effect #in which i chase paper cuts #in which i respond to your inquiries #sweep the leg

[yenforfairytales]

Flirty, slutty twink!Daniel is good and all, but there’s something about oblivious, naive twink!Daniel who has no idea of the effect he has on (men) that is dangerously cute.

Like, imagine this tiny, doe eyed brat innocently walking around in cut off shorts and a t-shirt falling off one slim shoulder, who has NO IDEA how much he’s tormenting (Terry? John? Everyone??). Maybe he reaches for something on his toes, bends down to grab something he’s dropped and guys around him die internally. Maybe it’s better that Daniel doesn’t know how much effort it takes for these poor guys not to bend him over the nearest countertop and rail him into oblivion…

He’s too powerful!

DANGEROUSLY CUTE.

YOU CAN'T TELL ME DANIEL WASN'T DRESSING LIKE THIS IN THE EARLY 90'S

With his long legs and curtain bangs? Completely maddening.

I know girls that would kill for legs like that.

Talk about striking first! His looks combined with his attitude are absolutely devastating. And luckily for us, canon has shown that he can be flirty and confident or shy and oblivious, depending on who he's with.

John and Terry are especially obsessed.

He's so submissive and doe-eyed around them. Yet snarky and defiant enough that it makes them grin and drives their instinctual need to dominate wild.

Imagine a 90's au where one or both happen to see Daniel walking down a sidewalk one summer in all his golden-skin glory. Only a Green Beret could do the appropriate amount of retcon without being obvious. Putting other men who dare look at Danny boy in sleeper holds while Daniel whistles innocently down the street.

Terry would probably get caught tbh.

"Local Billionaire walked into a wall because of flexible, long-legged twink. More at 11!"

Kreese would probably do something like pull a bedsheet out of nowhere and wrap Daniel in it to cover up his immodesty. What were you thinking going out dressed like that?! D8<

But yes - it's also canon that Daniel will bend himself over the hood of a car or a bar to order a drink and stick his ass out like a hot girl in a miniskirt.

The men in his life can only resist for so long before grabbing those hips and kicking those legs apart.

Terry or John might say he's asking for it, but the truth is Daniel LaRusso holds all the power and they're completely pussy-whipped. They quietly agree that Daniel must never know lmao

#with great power comes great responsibility #which is why Daniel is a bad man magnet #his power just be out there unregulated #Daniel: *wrapped up to his neck in a fluffy robe* #Everyone: you floozy! #krilverusso #silverusso #lakreese #thank you anon #i am blessed #asks