#Ian Kay

[oldschoolfrp]

Medieval village in 15mm scale with houses from Hovels and pigs from Irregular Miniatures (Miniature Wargaming 13, September 1988). Dennis Coleman's buildings are still available on the Hovels website in multiple scales from 6-28mm, and you can still find Ian Kay's pigs and more on Irregular's website under the "Animals" link.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Treasure island

‘A flamingo tongue snail in Cayman Brac, Cayman Islands.’

Photograph: Ian Kay/Guardian Community

[undergroundrockpress]

Iron Maiden, The Number of the Beast (1982) / Photo Montage by Ian Kay.

[hibiscusbabyboy]

Ian Kay

[cinemapix]

COBRA KAI (2018 - ) 4.08 - 6.10

[sourceblog]

COBRA KAI (2018 - ) 6.10 "Eunjangdo"

[rosie-tyler]

(X)

[skylessknights]

COBRA KAI ▸ 6.09

Enough Terry! You've got three seconds to get out of there, or we're gonna get you out. 3, 2, 1—

[karatekels]

Hayden just confirmed Terry's nudity on Twitter lmaaaaaaao

[crimmson-sight]

"You look a little tense John. You should book yourself in here. My treat, just like the old days" Thomas Ian Griffith as Terry Silver Cobra Kai 6.09 "Blood in Blood"

[calirph]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 and 𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

the karate kid: part iii (1989) / cobra kai season 4 episode 4 / cobra kai season 4 episode 6 / cobra kai season 5 episode 5 / cobra kai season 6 part 2 episode 8 (2024).

[eightyfours]

Thomas Ian Griffith as Terry Silver

Cobra Kai (2018 - )

[eemcintyre]

Reunion (Terry Silver)

TW- just a general warning for sex-ish things, lowkey body worship; nothing crazy kinky like some of my other content. Very tender and intimate vibes and yeah I got emotional writing it

Summary- You and Terry spend a night together in the bath after a long time apart.

Did I manage to publish the first post-CK Part 2 Terry Silver bathtub fic?? I may make some minor changes to this in the future, but I hope y'all enjoy <3

Y/N sunk into the foamy water and onto Terry’s lap, settling into his arms. The air around them was heavy with the steam of the bath, the sweet scent of soap and the lit candles dotted around the perimeter of the room, and the smoke smoldering from Terry’s cigar, resting in a nearby ashtray.

After a very stressful and busy few weeks, during which they’d seen a lot less of each other than usual, this was an attempt to make up for it. Both of their schedules had been cleared, starting with the current Friday evening, and extending through the weekend.

It was almost overwhelming to be in his arms again, and it was a relief for him to be able to hold her. For a while, neither one of them said anything, apart from Terry checking with Y/N that the water wasn’t too hot. Intermittently sipping from the drinks Terry had ordered for them, they merely studied each other, as if getting reacquainted, mutually entranced by the way the dim and flickering lighting of the room bounced off the exposed surfaces of the water and reflected patterns on their skin.

Y/N reached out a hand to cradle the side of Terry’s face, and their eyes met as he placed his own hand over hers, expression stoic, but melting into her gentle touch. She toyed almost shyly with the charm at the end of his chain necklace, ghosting her fingertips over his firm chest and the shimmery dusting of white hair.

Most of the time, Terry was not opposed to (and actively encouraged) drawing out the tension and elaborate foreplay, but tonight he needed Y/N as close as he could get her and now. Terry was almost harsh as he took the sides of her face in both his hands, pulling her to him in a passionate kiss. He dove hungrily into her mouth with his tongue, removing his grip on her face to pull her flush against him.

“I go crazy when you’re not around, sweet girl,” he murmured against her ear. As she gasped for air, he realized he’d hardly let her breathe between kisses.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, figuring he’d let her catch her breath while he laved kisses and bites down her neck and collarbone- although it merely took her breath away in a different manner. He froze, awaiting her reply. He needed to hear her say it. “Tell me that you missed me.”

She grinned sweetly, giggling in bemusement. “How couldn’t I, you fool?”

Anyone else spoke like that to him and they would catch hands- knowing this, she only abused the power and teased him occasionally. But, in this particular instance, she could see that this was no teasing matter and that his hunger for her to fulfill his request remained unabated.

She pressed her lips to his gently. “I missed you.”

She kissed one side of his face- “I missed you,” and then the other. “I missed you.”

She kissed the tip of his chin. “I missed you.”

She stretched to brush his forehead with her lips. “I missed you.”

No one had ever treated Terry so softly before- the sensation was so foreign and intense that it was almost painful, churning in the pit of his stomach, mixed with the alternately familiar pulse of desire.

The thoughtful silence was interrupted by the turning of the bathroom doorknob as one of the home’s many employees stepped in. “Mr. Silver, you just got a call about…”

Y/N froze, letting out a surprised cry, even while being halfway concealed under the water with her back to the doorway. Normally, Terry would find this sort of modesty amusing, and he certainly didn’t care whether he was seen in such a state, but for her comfort, he’d made it a rule among the staff to never enter the bathroom or bedroom when he and Y/N were spending time together. Terry threw an arm around her, pressing her to him protectively.

“What the hell are you doing in here? I’ve told you, absolutely no interruptions when she and I are in here together. Get the fuck out, now,” he bellowed, and after a few more sputtered words, the man stumbled over the threshold and closed the door, his rushed footsteps disappearing down the hall.

“That motherfucker’s seen his last day working in this house…” Terry growled as Y/N finally relaxed her shoulders, peeling herself far enough off of him to face him.

“Baby, now don’t do that…” She grabbed the bottle of soap from the side of the bath, spreading some on her hands and rubbing his shoulders soothingly.

After a minute or so of fuming, downing the rest of his drink as he kneaded her hip with his free hand, Terry finally relented, giving into her touch. Though he was still aching to take her fast and rough, curiosity got the better of him and he watched with reverent, rapt fascination as Y/N spread the soap across his shoulders and then his arms, before smoothing it across his chest and delving her fingers under the water to reach his stomach.

She finished the ritual by scooping handfuls of water over his soapy skin, acting completely oblivious to the way his cock had started to prod against her center- apart from the blush that tinted her cheeks. Eager to return the favor, Terry turned her so that he could caress the expanse of her back, tracing the path of her freckles. He coaxed her to lay back against him and began to brush his fingers over her nipples, pinching them just hard enough to draw a whimper from her lips before taking her breasts fully into his hands and kneading them.

One at a time, he extended her arms above her head, dragging his touch up the side of her body from her waist to her wrist as he did so. The gesture left her shaking and panting in his grip, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, maneuvering her forward in his lap again and resourcefully using his empty drink glass to pour water over her hair.

“You know, it’s the fucking tragedy of my life that I found you so late,” he murmured, lathering and then rinsing the shampoo from her hair, and she was grateful that he couldn’t see her eyes glisten. She would likely spend most of her life without him, too. But she also had the rest of her life to contemplate that, and the present moment demanded her attention, lest she regret it forever.

Feeling daring, she reached up to gently tug the ponytail holder from the back of Terry’s head. Though his posture tensed and his jaw stiffened, to her surprise, he did not intervene. He liked to be the one doing the touching; he typically didn’t like to be touched- especially to have his hair messed with. But this had started as an evening of returning favors.

She dampened his silver curls, threading her fingers through them, until the tenderness of the situation finally became too much for him to stand. He lunged at her, pinning her to the side of the tub and caging her in with an arm on either side of her.

“We’d better start making up for lost time.”

[cortmac1989]

I am sooo all over this scene!! 🥵🥵🫠🫠

[hibiscusbabyboy]

Ian Kay - A Man Like Me

[mrgriffiths]

"𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔." 🥋

Thomas Ian Griffith as Terry Silver in Cobra Kai Season 6 Part 2

Iron Dragons 🔥

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