#Terry Silver x Reader

[terrence-silver]

Now the series is over, I just want to say that it's really cool how Terry having an unseen Beloved in Cobra Kai completely fits the narrative. Fine, it's slightly creepy that he also keeps Cheyenne around but goodness, Terry Does That. He does invent complete personas - like his poorsona and Malibu Terry - and he's been know to lie through his teeth, so whatever he claims on screen can't negate Beloved's existence. You know I like to play around with a specific fanon pairing most of the time but Terry does have a 30+ year gap in his relationship history in canon where a hidden Beloved could be and it would explain so much. So, so much!

Mission Cheyenne.

Terry Silver x Reader.

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(something to commemorate the end of this show with; one for the road!)

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-"So, you wish me to —"-

-"I want you to be her smoke and mirrors."- 

Terry interjects, finishing her sentence for her, doing a sharp turn on his heel to face the woman sitting a divan with a colossal quadruple window facing the ocean, one elbow thrown over the edge of the Pierre Chareau velvet sofa; the low glass table in front of her empty; she didn't drink while negotiating business. Didn't drink depending of her client's preferences either. If they wanted the role of a person of leisure and libertine attitudes, she'd drink, for the sake of the ruse, whatever they asked of her to drink. If their preferences demanded someone who was anti-alcohol and as clean as a whistle, she'd go as far as tentatively sip on a carrot juice and give an Oscar worthy performance pretending she loved it too. She was a professional. With exactly thirty years of experience under her belt. Precisely why he chose her. Furthermore, why he choose this manor, overlooking the coastline too; they went together well, like two specifically commissioned accessories --- a matching purse with matching shoes and the older a man got, the more careful, vigilant and meticulous he needed to be of any and all details. Make sure he wasn't slipping in his golden years. That the sharks wouldn't smell any blood or weakness he might accidentally excrete if he lets guard down for all but a moment, thinking the waters are safe to swim in now --- that he's made sure all the apex predators have gone extinct and that he's the only one left.

Because of that, if anything, an old man needed to be more calculating than ever.

Wouldn't be the first time he'd be doing something like this either.

-"To be her subterfuge. To keep all eyes away from her. That's what I want, yeah."- 

Terry adds simply, because it was a simple matter in its essence.

Yet simultaneously, infinitely complicated.

-"Show up in the newspapers with me. Be photographed here and there and everywhere when it’s opportune. Keep the spotlight tactically on yourself. Things of that nature. Purely business."-

He explains and truth of the matter was that he knew many people wouldn't understand --- people needed to have lived his life for as long as he lived to begin to comprehend the doubled edged sword wealth, power and even fame tended to walk hand in hand with; he never wanted you dragged around in the media. People commenting on what you wore. How you looked like. Where you were from. If your nose was too big, too small, if some feature of yours needed surgical corrections, if you made a gaffe everyone was likely to mock for ages or simply do as much as look at you with ill will. Some people would call it madness. Obsession. Hell, maybe it was. Maybe it was love. After all, it could've been both and maybe there wasn't a difference between the two in the first place. Maybe he wanted to spare you. Needed to spare you, because he knew himself. He knew that if someone badmouthed you, shat all over your good name, tried to use you against him, pierced you with the slightest bit of attention that could make his skin crawl he'd burn the world down and everyone in it, so for his sake, as well as your own; for the sake of self-control, this was prudent. Was that so bad? Sparing someone you cared about? Throwing someone else in the line of fire? Someone willing? Someone who did this for a living? Not unlike a stunt double doing dangerous choreography and performances as to prevent the main star from getting hurt; Hollywood was right in his immediate neighborhood after all. Everything had a price and nothing was for free; if he could buy you the ultimate luxury of privacy away from prying eyes, he would.

The public would think one thing because that's what he'd want them to.

Allow them to.

The truth would be what Terry Silver makes it out to be.

Cheyenne Hamid nods, cross-legged and leisurely, albeit clearly amused.

A professional companion and occasional bodyguard posing as a common escort for several high profile celebrities. Men of wealth, politicians in the making, magnates. Anyone and everyone who needed to keep their private lives under wraps. Former Mossad turned for-hire actress; maintaining Apps, Blogs and the occasional shot at Socially-Environmental efforts as an acceptable facade for her other, more polarizing, dealings. She had all the credentials he was looking for and was global enough to win him some brownie points by proxy, and if anything, he needed the re-brand to someone more digestible by the 21st century's standards. Hilariously enough, she was even adept at martial arts if need be, to some degree.

He smiled a little when he found that one out; the assonance of that particularly apt.

 -"While my professional standpoint demands I don’t ask more questions than necessary if the compensation is right, on a personal level, I need to be curious."-

She clicks her tongue cordially.

-"Just, why?"-

She asks and it wasn't a question easy to answer.

Yet, it was easier than anything in the world.

Because he loved you.

Wanted to keep you safe like he wanted his own lifeline safe.

You were his artery.

Why would he want his artery exposed where someone could hit it?

-"To keep a lady hidden, well, there has to be more to the story than you’re letting on."-

Cheyenne Hamidi raises her eyebrow at him inquisitively as he lowers himself into an armchair opposite of him; the furniture he requested brought only just yesterday and set down exactly as he wanted. The staff would officially start working tomorrow. People who would pose as a posse of Ms. Hamidi's friends? They would come when summoned. Mingle around when he wished. Set out like so many appliances, decorative details and garden chairs. -"It’s not some criminal wrongdoing, is it? You didn’t buy her or something? You’re not on some watchlist, are you?"- She prods, not unkindly, her joke laced with careful scrutiny nonetheless, like she was hellbent to catch a glimpse of the truth through harmless banter, her English accent honeyed and laced with barb --- optionally, she let him know that she could successfully put on any dialect he so pleased, but Terry figured an English-American pairing was very apt for the West Coast elite. Very noncontroversial and conventional. Nothing surprising about that to anyone. So noncontroversial and expected even Taylor Swift sang about how much she loved the English nowadays. Although, it amused Terry just what a convincing French accent his employee could do. Very believable. -"Ms. Hamidi, you ask me that like you’ve never worked for criminals before."- Was his turn to hit back with some barb of his own. He was aware of her CV; read it from cover to cover. Some interesting names in there. Nonetheless, he straightens his shoulders out. No, you weren't a victim of human trafficking. He's married you fair and square and has been engaged to you before heading out to Vietnam. The only person still living today who knew about it was John. -"But, no, I didn’t buy her."- Terry corrects, not liking the playful, insinuating look she was giving him, occasionally being hit by this overwhelming urge for everyone to understand his capacity of devotion and commend him for it. Envy him for it. Revile him for it. -"You’re the pathologically jealous sort then."- She retorts knowingly and well, that bit Terry couldn't deny. So, he doesn't. -"You know, I once worked with a man so jealous that he kept his wife locked in a smart house out in Qatar. In a residence that was exclusively voice activated."- She muses, recollecting, taunting at least a little bit, like someone hellbent on giving him ideas.

Like he hasn't already thought of that.

-"His voice, of course."-

She smiles into her own chin, one hand idly smoothing the velvet of the sofa.

-"No going in, no going out unless he gave the word. Quite literally."-

Unwittingly, Terry imagines a palatial estate somewhere in the desert with nobody around for miles and miles where only you and him could exist in the whole wide world, where everything could be as he visualized it.

-"So, you can begin to imagine a trace of what I feel."-

He responds, finding his own voice peppered with more of a melancholic quality than he intended, reminding himself that even in front of someone working for him, it was infinitely better if he came off like a deluded maniac than someone who loved this much. The waves crash against the beachfront and the white walls separating his private pier from the sprawling, manicured lawn out front and Cheyenne's neck is turned, watching the vista, taking what would be her new abode in the months to come, or however long this lasted. -"Well, you’re not the first Billionaire who keeps his wife, children and grandchildren hidden. It’s more frequent than you can imagine, Terrence."- She shrugs, with a weird aura of understanding; the way she said the words children and grandchildren causing something to ache profoundly inside of him, deep in his gut; some of them were abroad, some of their running the firm, but a man like him? With as many enemies as him? It was infinitely better if people simply didn't know. He was willing to play the role of an abandoned, forsaken old man. Wouldn't be the first role he played either. Was like putting on a new button up shirt. -"Out in the Middle East, anyway. In The Valley, though? You have to be one of a kind out here. I thought you're all Liberals."- She cocks her head to one side once her eyes are piqued in his direction again. Terry chuckles. Yeah, she could be pretty funny too. At least during the duration of this little theatre, he wouldn't be tediously bored. -"Seems like no man truly is. That it's antithetical to their nature."- She sighs and her heavy exhale is a sign of negotiations being concluded, and if they weren't, he was concluding them right now; by Monday, the news title would dawn in every publication that made any sort of difference anywhere and the smaller ones that didn't matter would merely follow suit by osmosis; Exclusive scoop; Terry Silver dates so and so, read more at page so and so. -"We have a deal then."- He doesn't ask. He surmises. -"You call the shots. We have a deal."- Cheyenne raises her hands in defeat, agreeing casually, setting them down to smooth the surface of her floor length, Oscar De La Renta floral maxi dress; he needed something seemingly friendly and approachable on her, but still so ironically infuriating that people would be likely to talk and fume on the choice of attire on someone claiming to be all about being sustainable and green. His goal exactly.

Throw the dogs a bone deliberately.

Watch them go to at each other because of it.

It was propaganda and psychological warfare. Not unlike the shit they did in 'Nam.

-"Any details you’d like to work out? A role you want me to play? Specifications of any kind I should know about?"- 

She inquires as a way of finalizing things; his addendum is immediate.

-"Be obnoxious as possible."- 

-"Pardon me?"-

For once, her self confidence has evaporated and her mouth falls agape.

Terry stands up from his seat, slowly buttoning up his blazer, infinitely pleased.

She asked him, didn't she? Well, he was telling her.

-"I want you to be an irritating, salad-chewing, arrogant, holier-than-thou champagne hippie so people are compelled to read about you out of pure hatred if anything else. Infuriate them so much it doesn’t even cross their mind to look into anything else but the show you’re putting on for them."-

Terry annunciates every word, one at a time, so it has time to settle in, this undeniable reality that he deliberately wanted to make herself a source of vexation for everyone who ever meets her; fact of life was, something he's learned in almost seventy years of being alive that when someone was unbearable people were compelled, perhaps against their own better judgement to linger on such an individual. That meant even less of a chance of any shred of unwanted light ever falling on you. Because a Cheyenne would be here playing mimicry and mimes in front of the labyrinth that was his life. He looms over the table separating their respective seats and he fixates his gaze right on the woman who's brows have shot up, standing in the middle of her forehead, surprised. A man could knew he had it made when he could still shock an individual who's undoubtedly heard and seen it all. -"And when our deal is done and your contract is expired, I expect you to keep up the ruse. Act out the role of the begrudging, jilted irritant who won’t take 'no' for answer. Just in case someone’s wire tapping phones and reading messages. You’ll play out the role from prologue to epilogue because that's what I want you to do."- He points his finger right at her so the point of the emphasis he was underlining has a chance to settle in and dry like concrete while he walked towards a small safe standing on the freshly set up mantlepiece, the code already unlocked for the occasion and nothing but a manilla folder inside of it; unnamed, unmarked and untitled. He lifts it up briefly for her to see, throwing it on the glass table in front of her with a thud. He was just an old man, after all. He had ample time to dedicate himself to things like this, as a side-hobby, for its own sake. -"Here’s a copy of the script I’ve mentioned. You can look through it at leisure. Personally put together by me."- His index finger is still on the file and if Cheyenne Hamidi was shocked a moment ago, her mouth unfurls suddenly as she heartily threw her head full of dark, heavy curls back in laughter, immaculately white, ceramic veneers on full display; he chuckles with her. What? Did she expect he'd allow her to improvise and take matters into her own hands. He knew how to write an annoying, West Coast quasi-hippie better than anyone else.

He was already a young man in the 60's.

-"Oh, how mindful!"-

She covers her lips for a second, right before clapping her hands together in mirth.

-"You know, I was once a crisis actor, a long, long time ago —"-

She starts, trailing off and catching her breath.

Oh, he knew. She once pretended to be a natural disaster survivor posed to take off the attention from actual victims and their families threatening to sue a company responsible for forest fires that devasted an entire neighborhood and the wretched, rotten opportunism of that was so vile that he had to be entertained by it when he first discovered it; so much experience and untapped potential that could've gone to good use with the highest bidder. Now, here's a likeminded, duplicitous asshole, he thought.

 -"But, you? You really are something. Why I enjoy working with you."-

She complements and he hums in response, producing a bottle from one of the cabinets; a thirty year old golden Macallan and two heavy crystal glasses clutched thumb to index finger in each hand--- now that business was done, a toast was very much deserved. -"From one professional to another."- Terry coos, pouring and sliding her her liquor across the smooth, glass table with carved legs, lifting up his shot whiskey glass for a toast, catching her lingering and adjusting herself in her seat, like something was still on her mind. He catches her smoothing her own chin, looking around, as is searching for answers in the walls, on the surrounding paintings, the interior decoration, the discreet folder in front of her, the palm trees in the courtyard swaying against an overcast, vanilla sky that heralded a rain. -"One last thing, though. A woman’s curiosity."- She threads carefully, puckering her lips anxiously, her voice hopeful as she watched him take a sip, digging his own hand into his pocket; recognizing his own body language and what it was saying. -"May I see her? A picture? A portrait? The real flesh and blood person?"- She requests, for once vulnerable sounding, not to be mistaken for a trick to get him disarmed and empathetic. His own shoulders shimmy and he feels himself change positions, from one leg to another, throwing his jaw out, lips firm. -"Not a requirement of my work terms, but lets just say I’d be fascinated to meet the individual who’d inspire, well, all of this."- Cheyenne extends her arm riddled in golden bangles, bracelets and fingers riddled with oversized statement rings, gesturing vaguely at the table and the behavioral script he's designed for her and without a shred of joy, Terry snorts coldly. Everyone always thinks they're the exception to the rule, huh? She really thought a man who made up an entire artificial life for himself; who went as far as acquiring this property, furnishing it in a way that painted a certain light of him, hiring out a whole person to add paint to that image, even going as far as changing his own fashion sense for a spell, everything on him all non-threatening beiges, pastels and jewel tones, his hair worn down, in a display of pliancy and friendless, eyes obscured by the warm tinge of his yellow shades, like a flesh eating plant luring in an unassuming fly with its colors...she really thought that man would just go and make introductions to someone he coveted more than life itself?

The soft drizzle starts beating against the colossal windows.

Winter has come to The Valley.

-"I’ve been married for forty three years and that’s a line I’ve never crossed so far. Don’t intend to now, Ms. Hamidi."-

He senses his voice looming, taking on a low edge; dangerous and unflinching.

The woman sits there quietly as the windswept waves crash outside the veranda.

Something akin to suppressed awe in her face.

-"Extreme circumstances require extreme measures."-

Is the last thing Terry Silver says, downing his liquor in one breath.

Your face as vividly in front of him as the ocean.

[bullet-prooflove]

Everybody Talks: Terry Silver x Reader

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Companion piece to:

A Loaded Gun - Terry begins to struggle after John Kreese turns up on your doorstep.

Letting Go - It takes you leaving for Terry to realise he needs to make a change.

Stranglehold - Terry begs an unlikely duo for help.

Three Men & A Baby - You discover your pregnant at the worst possible time.

Self Defence - You wake up in the middle of the night with John Kreese's hands locked around your throat.

Remains of the Day - Terry and you try to cope with the aftermath of John Kreese's attack.

It Takes Time - Terry chases away your fears regarding your pregnancy.

Failure - Terry makes a decision regarding your home in the aftermath of what happened with Kreese.

Malibu - You and Terry move to a house in Malibu after the attack.

Your baby bump seems to appear overnight. One minute there’s a slight raising and the next, well there’s no doubt that you’re carrying a baby. You sigh, your palm smoothing over the bump because your pregnancy is something you haven’t shared with Terry’s extended circle and you’re supposed to be attending a charity luncheon this afternoon. You hate being on display at the best of times, but this, it’s going to cause a ruckus because those people, they already hate you.

You’re too young for him, only after his money, that’s what they whisper about when they think you can’t hear, although their perfectly cordial to your face. The men are worse, they make sure you overhear their comments, they quite like the idea of all that time you apparently spent on your knees, sucking cock for a black Amex.

Adding to this you now have nothing suitable to wear which is the predicament Terry walks into when he steps out the shower, a white towel slung low over his hips. The bed covered in your clothes and you fighting with a blush coloured dress that’s trapped over your baby bump because the zip is stuck. He reacts immediately because the distress you’re feeling, it’s palpable, something he can taste in the air as you tug at the fabric.

“Georgia.” He says in a soft tone that’s meant to ground you. “Let me help.”

His hand grasps the material as he grips the zipper, drawing it down your back until the dress falls away, landing in a puddle at your feet. You turn to face him, standing there in black cotton underwear and in that moment you absolutely take this breath away.

“Nothing seems to fit.” You say gesturing helplessly towards the bed. “And I can’t go to this stupid thing in dungarees, I’ll just embarrass you…”

“Georgia.” Terry says firmly as he takes your hands in his, drawing you into his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. “There is nothing on this God’s green earth that you could do to embarrass me.”

The baby bump nudges against his stomach as you straddle his hips and he cradles it between his hands, thumbs lightly smoothing over the space where his son resides.

“Hello, little one.” He says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “I see you’ve decided to make your presence known.”

The baby kicks against his palm in greeting and your head comes to rest against Terry’s as he follows the baby’s movements.

“I don’t want to go today.” You confess, your palms coming to rest on his damp shoulders. “I know what they say about me and I don’t want that negativity around our baby. I want to be around people who’ll be happy for us…”

It’s then that he meets your gaze, his voice low and deadly as he says.

“What do they say about you?”

You’d always assumed he’d had an idea of how those people perceived your relationship, that he must have laughed it off the same way you do. It isn’t until now that you realise he had no inclination of it.

“Oh.” You say, your palm stroking over your stomach because you don’t want to repeat the vile things his so-called ‘friends’ have said about you, especially in front of the baby. “The usual things.”

The usual things, so it’s a theme, he gathers. You won’t say any more than that and Terry won’t push you. He ushers you into the shower, leaving one of his shirts on the bed for you to dress in before he calls your friend Sara to organise a shopping trip for maternity wear. She’s about to hang up when he asks her about the luncheon, about what the people who attend it say.

“Terry, you cannot be that naïve.” She chides him because this woman she’s been your closest friend since art school and she’s just as protective of you as he is. “You’re an older man who had a whirlwind romance with an artist. What do you think they say?”

“You know it isn’t like that.” He responds, sickened by the implication and he hears Sara sigh over the line.

“Terry, I know that but those people they are judgemental fucks. She’s been dealing with this kind of bullshit from them ever since the first garden party you took her to. The moment they laid eyes on her, they hated her because they don’t believe a girl like her should be with a man like you. You come from prestige Terry and Georgia, she must be turning some tricks in that bed of yours to get a ring on her finger, that’s what your friend Monty said.”

He’s apoplectic by the time the conversation draws to a close with Sara because Terry, he had no idea that any of this was going on, that the people he thought were his friends were making such proclamations about his wife, about his marriage, he can only imagine what they’ll say about his baby. He’s fucking livid at Monty because Terry has spent years propping up his businesses, saving him from embarrassment and the whole time he’s been…

Well that ends today.

“Will you spoil the hell out of her for me?” He requests of Sara as he slips his own credit card out of his wallet and sets it down on the kitchen table. “There’s something I need to do.”

After Sara picks you up, Terry attends the luncheon. He waits until it’s his turn to speak at the lectern and instead of singing Monty’s praises the way he was supposed, he absolutely decimates the man. All of those confidences he’s kept over the years, they all come out, every dirty secret that man has is told to his friends, his family, his colleagues and eventually the press.

When he gets back home, he calls up his business manager and withdraws all financial support from Monty’s projects. He won’t last long without it, after all Terry’s investment was a favour to a friend, one that has now made himself an enemy.

You’re singing when you get back home, a sign that your mood has improved, that you’re happy. You set down a small tub of gelato you’d picked up on the way, passionfruit, his favourite. You tell him all about your day with Sara, about the clothes you’ve bought to accommodate your new shape, the hours the two of you spent in the Edison Gallery reviewing the new exhibits.

That smile you have when you talk about the artwork. It takes him back to that day in Paris, the one where he sat down on a bench alongside a beautiful woman and decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

It’s a few days later that you read that Monty’s business is folding, Terry’s sitting on the veranda sipping coffee when you set the tablet down in front of him. You don’t ask him the question outright but Terry, he knows you just as well as he knows himself.

“He doesn’t get to treat you that way Georgia.” He says as he draws you into his lap, his palm coming to rest on the space where his baby resides. “Noone does.”

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Smut under the cut, oral(F), MxF, no specific characters, teasing, praise(F)

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He starts kissing down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire behind. He takes his time, making sure to give extra attention to her nipples. He then moves lower, stopping at her pelvis. He teases her with his tongue, causing her to squirm.

He looks up at her, eyes filled with desire. He can hear the pleads in her voice and he smirks. He starts licking and sucking on her clit, slowly and teasingly.

"You want more?" He asks, giving her clit a gentle bite.

She breathes out heavily, breath hitching in her throat. Nodding, she whines, unable to form coherent words. Her hands grip the white satin sheets, the fabric wrinkling up against her palm.

His hands rub at her thighs, he smiles up at her. Placing a small kiss to her heat, he starts to suck and flick his tongue at her clit. Her moans and whines ringing through his ears as her body squirms.

“You’re perfect.” He mumbles out against her, barely audible.

He resumes his previous teasing, flicking her clit gently with his warm tongue. He licks up and down her slick before toying with her hole. He groans at the lewd sound of her wet when he licks into her.

She clenches around his tongue, moaning softly at the new feeling. Her thighs tense and her grip on the sheets grows tighter. She feels herself cum down his tongue, the rush of orgasm taking her over.

“Good girl.”

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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.”

[wh1spersinthedark]

I don’t know about you guys but I need Terry Silver and Sensei Wolf at the same time

[atmostories]

Terry Silver x Reader

Tags: NSFW, Female Reader, Exhibitionism A gift for @terrence-silver 🖤🖤🖤 An Evening At The Opera

You were out like a light. Was the opera really that boring? Terry sniggered to himself as he possessively caressed your hair, fingers twirling and wrapping around the strands. You were napping on his lap while Reginald drove the limo back home to the hills. The lights of LA streamed past him in an unintelligible blur, the events of the evening still rushing through his body like two fresh hits of ketamine in his bloodstream. He could do with a cigar right now, but didn't want to disturb you with any movement. The celebration could wait. There was a growing urge to take you the moment you entered the mansion's threshold, or hell he could even fuck you right on the entranceway, smear his come and yours on the front door to mark this home as both his and yours forever. Like two king cobras marking the entrance to their den, a declaration of their mated nature, a warning to strangers to stay clear or face the consequences. Love and death all intertwined as one. However, his beloved needed to rest. He'd have you again first thing in the morning, wake you up to the sensations of his body desperately rubbing against yours. "We missed over an hour of the opera, my dear, we'll simply have to go again." He'd whisper and giggle into your ear, no doubt thinking of what transpired.

/ / / La Bohème was completely sold out. So of course, Terry had purchased the biggest box of the theatre, best seat in the house. The previous holder of the box had been outbid, much to their distress Margaret had assured him. Well, if you wanted something, you took it. Why was that so hard for people to understand? Just like he took you. Somehow you were both easier and harder to take than he thought it would be. Easier because your feelings for him were so potent even from early on. That made his toes curl just at the thought, how much you wanted him, how your devotion shone through you like a reflection of his own, more blinding than the sun itself. And it was harder because he needed to earn your trust. Trust had never been something he'd needed to foster when he was seducing someone. Usually all he'd need to do was give the right look, mutter an innuendo here or there, and his body would do the rest of the work. He never had to chase someone before. Whoever peeked Terry's interest, already wanted him. There was never any hesitation involved. He never realised how exciting the thrill of the hunt would be. Forever being thrown prey into his cage, fat and lazy from the endless offerings, until the day he spotted you beyond the threshold of his contained dominion. He couldn't just take your body, that was too easy. He needed your mind, your heart, your fucking soul cradled against him to keep for all eternity. When you both arrived at the theatre, Terry ensured you went through the staff only entrance. You simply looked too ravishing tonight, he couldn't allow the paparazzi to have up close shots of you. He guided you through the back area like he owned the place, which he of course did now, past the stage hands and technicians, past the dressing rooms of the performers. They cooed and greeted you like you were both the star lovers of the show, wishing that you enjoyed the evening.

"Break a leg." Terry announced to them. He smirked at you then, enjoying the amused but almost reprimanding expression on your face. His heart panged with desire, fuck he wanted you so badly. The waiting area was buzzing with guests and conversation, the excitement palpable in the air, but the noise noticeably quietened when the two of you came in. Many faces turned to you, Terry subconsciously tightened his grip around your white faux fur capelet-covered shoulder. Your capelet matched the white ribbon adorned on his ponytail, which you had tied yourself. Your blood red tailored dress matched his cravat and waistcoat underneath his jacket. He ensured that it was the exact shade of your blood from the cut he most definitely didn't purposefully cause by prodding your finger against a rose thorn in the east wing greenhouse almost a month ago. His mind was filled with the image of sucking your finger for almost half an hour, the heady metallic taste of you ripe in his memory. Heading to the box, he led you up the stairs, hand in hand. An announcement was made over the speakers that the performance would start shortly. Right on cue. You were shown into box by a personal butler who he immediately dismissed after you'd taken your seat. He wanted the two of you alone, undisturbed. After all, he wasn't here for the damn opera. The box was extremely luxurious, it had its own bar in the corner, its own bathroom. Rather than two separate seats, the two of you sat on an eighteenth century Chesterfield that he'd had specially procured for the evening. He asked whether you liked the box and you were gushing out compliments to him, eyes wide with excitement as you took in view of the theatre, the perfect central location with the best view of the stage and the orchestra in front of it. "Have I told you how beautiful you look, my dear?" Your cheeks reddened like he was summoning your blood to the surface like a satanic blood ritual, your skin almost splitting open upon a rose thorn. “Yes you have, Terry, thank you. And you look very handsome.” "Do I?" He feigned, his hand reaching up to rest on your neck. The lights of the theatre dimmed, his thumb rubbing along your throat. It was his explicit gesture to you that he was hard and desperately needed to be inside of you. A gasp escaped your mouth before you stuttered out a yes. His eyes flicked down to his lap, his silent command for you to place a hand on his cock, to feel how much he needed you, for you to dare question his desire for his beloved. Your motion was slow, delayed, you weren't entirely comfortable doing this here, but you obeyed, you always did. You were so good to him. You gasped again, feeling how hard he was over his slacks. You never could exactly grasp the depths of his want for you, the hardness of his cock physical proof that words couldn't quite place. La Bohème began its opening act with its star lovers rather too preoccupied, he mused before shifting his body like he was paying attention to the performance. You followed suit, though your soft, gentle hand kept up its teasing motions, fingers rubbing against his length.

His hips lazily kept raising slightly to meet your touch, the music and singing mere noise in the background. He slid an arm around your shoulder, his thumb rubbing up and down your throat, I want you, I need you, I want you, I need you, he conveyed to you over and over and over. Branding his desire onto your body. Were you wet yet? Were your thighs aching? Were you finding it impossible to take in a deep breath? Was your clit twitching? His other hand rested on your thigh, and your free hand shot out to his with surprising speed as you began urgently rubbing his inner wrist. Now this was your explicit gesture to him. I want you, I need you, I want you, I need you, you begged him, you screamed at him with your wordless gesture. He shot up from the Chesterfield, wrenching the privacy curtains closed as far as they would go. Climbing on top of you, his mouth devoured yours, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to meet your own before he began to suck on your own tongue. He growled at the way you groaned in surprise at the sensation. He pulled away. This wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all, would it? He hurried you to your feet, ready to carry you out of the box and down the theatre stairs if you weren't fast enough. But you were up and being pulled by him out through the door like the box had been set on fire. “Mr. and Mrs. Silver?” The butler called out, concern heavy in his voice. Terry knew you'd want to satiate this complete stranger, purely out of the goodness of your heart. He sighed internally. "Pressing business!" Terry shouted back, pulling you around the corner. He looked back at you, inflamed by the smile on your face for him knowing just what you wanted. He immediately stopped at the top of the stairs, out of sight from any of the staff. His hand slid under your dress, cupped your cunt and squeezed, forcing a squeal out of your hot, wet mouth. "Pressing indeed." He murmured, capturing your lips for a brief moment before forcing himself to take you down the stairs. Otherwise he'd be fucking you right there and then. He told hold of your waist, taking some of your weight to keep you balanced, how could you not be weak at the knees for him? He came to a halt in the waiting area, head flicking side to side as he took in his options, body shaking in need, cock straining against his underwear, hand gripping onto yours like a lifeline, it was too far to the limo, the back area was busy with people, hmm. . .coat closet? Practically shoving a wad of cash at the attendants, he ordered for them to leave and slammed the door shut behind them. With no time to waste, he stripped off the fur capelet that was covering your bare shoulders and ripped the top part of your dress down, the sound of tearing material made his balls ache. As you stood frozen in shock, his mouth immediately attacked your nipples, he manoeuvred you against one of the coat racks, your back cushioned by real fur coats. He nipped and sucked and nibbled at you without breaking away, you were more out of breath than he was. Something had to be done about those real fur coats, he thought to himself, letting out a chuckle as he pulled back, giving you a second to take in oxygen. Taking to his knee, he wrenched up the dress to your hips, knocked apart your legs and shoved his mouth into your wet cunt like a man dying of thirst and god he felt like it. You squealed and desperately grabbed onto his shoulders for support. He played with your clit with his tongue, incensed by your constant stream of moans and cries. Working a finger inside of you, he began a relentless pace, rubbing your clit side to side, fucking you deep with one finger before working in another, and then a third. Your legs were shaking by then, your eyes kept rolling back, your hand mindlessly gripping onto his hair, undoing the meticulously neat ponytail you'd tied back earlier that evening. His white ribbon fell onto the floor.

He was too selfish to let you come first, he wanted to come with you. Pulling his mouth and fingers away from you, he rose off the floor to stand. You looked like you'd been fucked out of your mind and his cock hadn't even been inside of you yet. As he scrambled to release his cock, he lifted up one of your legs and you cried out together when he sunk into you. He growled at the wet, tight, hot sensation, relishing it for a fleeting moment before he began to move. Leaning down, his forehead pressed against yours, his tongue licking up the side of your face, his lips laying kisses on your cheeks. He could taste your come, your sweat, your skin. He fucked you hard and fast, your bodies laced together, the mated king cobras deep in the throws of heat. The two of you as one, like it was always meant to be. His hips kept thrusting into you. He knew you were close, he was close to. Weeks and weeks had been spent tuning himself to your rhythms, learning how to delay his pleasure and the effort had paid off tenfold. He upped his paced, feeling that you were about come, his body clinging onto yours. Falling silent as you climaxed together, the sound of you orgasming was music to his ears. He slowed his pace after you reached the peek, emptying himself inside of you. He looked at you then, his thumb coming up to rub against your throat. The touch made you come back to reality, you looked back at him, mouth open, expression spent, someone needed a nap, rest her head right up against his cock. Pulling out of you, he took to his knees again to admire some of his come drip down your thighs. He wiped it off your skin with his hand and wiped it on the fur coats behind you. "My dear doesn't like fur." He commented casually as you stared at him quizzically. After collecting more come leaking from you, he wiped it on another coat, and another. He was doing his part after all, ruining these horrible people's coats. The curiosity on your expression was replaced by concern, your eyebrows furrowing when he took to his feet. “Angel, your hair,” you muttered, regret on your expression, hand reaching out to tuck some of it behind his ear. He snatched onto your hand, staring at you for ten long seconds before sniggering and falling into a fit of laughter.

[alessiathepirate]

Cobra Kai

TWO CAN PLAY THE GAME: Terry Silver x fem!reader

Summary: She knew him from '85. She knew how he functioned, how he was thinking. She'd beat him with his own technique - she was sure of it.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing

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A man can't stand, he can't fight.

A man can't breathe, he can't fight.

A man can't see, he can't fight.

She was watching the fight between Eli and Kenny play out as she continued to think about those rules, repeating them like a mantra. Her nails were digging into her upper arms through the material of her shirt as she tried to calm herself down.

You did what you could, she told herself. Even if you had to do that behind the true senseis' backs.

Daniel would've never let her do that - the same with Chozen, even if he had a slightly different view on karate. And Johnny... well, if she does it with him and Daniel figures it out, it would've lead to another fight between the two. And she really didn't want that to happen.

Besides, the kids came to her for help - since hiding the fact that she had something going on with Silver in '85 was hard to do, especially with teens around like Sam LaRusso. They were curious to know what had happened in the 80s - but they were more interested in how they should fight and win.

She didn't want them to get hurt, or worse: to be disappointed with themselves.

Damn it, they were her fucking kids and she was going to help them one way or another.

So she had taught them a thing or two about Terry Silver, and what kind of methods he may have taught for those mislead, Cobra Kai-obsessed kids after he took over.

It was only fair, she had told herself so it would feel less like a betrayal - a very dangerous one. Since Robby told them everything about their defence.

"The Quicksilver method has three rules: A man can't stand, he can't fight. A man can't breathe, he can't fight. A man can't see, he can't fight." she had told them after they met up in the park after it got dark.

"Did he really name it after himself?"

She had just laughed and nodded. "He's full of ego and he's an asshole, what can I say... However, what matters is that you know the right defence! They will go after three key points: feet, chest, eyes. These are also the areas you'll look out for the most. Is that understood?"

She grinned as Eli jumped back just in time to get away from Kenny's fist, which went straight for his chest. Then, he went for his feet and his eyes.

"The technique he wanted to use is simple: get a point from a hit on the head but go for the nose. He won't be able to see from the tears." she had explained as she showed Eli where to hit. "This is a dirty move, sure. But it's not against the rules and if they want to fight dirty, then you gotta be ready to protect yourselves and each other."

"Point, Moskowitz!"

Daniel looked at her from the corner of his eyes, but she didn't care. She just gave Eli a proud nod and continued to look at Terry who seemed to slowly catch on.

One rule of the Quicksilver not working? It could be a coincidence. Eli could be too good. But using two rules of it on the enemy while she's around? That's planned. It's a personal attack.

Terry looked at her from the other side of the dojo and clenched his jaw. She just smiled.

Two can play this game...

She sometimes wondered if she really hated him that much - there were times when it wasn't too obvious... Then she remembered how he played around with her before he disappeared, how he completely broke down a fucking teen she was supposed to be looking out for...

He broke her fucking heart.

Terry Silver can go and rot in the hole he climbed out from with Kreese's help.

"Is everything alright, sensei?"

She looked at Sam, who gave her a knowing smile.

"I'm not a sensei."

"That's not true."

She just chuckled. "He seemed to catch on."

Sam looked at Silver, then back at her. "I still don't understand what you had seen in him."

She made sure Daniel was out of earshot before answering: "You should've seen him in the 80s." after a shared chuckle she gave the girl a gentle hit on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter. Just concentrate, okay? Use what your dad and Johnny taught you, but remember how they like to play..."

His stare was burning her from the inside out after Sam left and Eli's match continued.

And as his fingers clenched into a fist, as the muscles around his mouth and eyes hardened, he looked like the old him. The Terry Silver she had met in the 80s, who had managed to make her fall for him, who had managed to make her open up and finally be honest with somebody...

He had taken her to the dojo, he had taught her a thing or two and didn't ask for a price...

And it was a fake, all of it. The gentle touches, the dates... He was a liar, a con-man, a damn psycho and a rich asshole.

She didn't want to talk to him after the truth came out and after the All Valley he disappeared for decades.

What a shame that he was still good looking...

Eli seemed to be doing just fine. Awesome, to be honest. The kid understood the assignment and soon there was no man - no matter how much Terry paid him - who wouldn't have given him the last point... That kick was beautiful, perfect and it pissed Terry off even more.

"Point! Winner: Moskowitz!"

She clapped and pride made her chest feel full.

She smiled at Terry; her grin showing him all of her teeth. That was the last nail in the coffin - grinning like he did when he sent Mike after Daniel.

Sam's match was up and she stood tall from the confidence she had gained.

Even if Daniel was eyeing her suspiciously, even if Terry seemed ready to kill her, she stood her ground.

Her kids needed the damn support after all.

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"It's good to know that our lessons weren't for nothing."

She felt the chill run through her whole body as she heard his voice, this time speaking directly to her.

She hated how intense of a reaction he could still get out of her, after all those years. But then again, Terry was one in a million. No one could make her feel the way he did.

Amanda always joked about how she very cleverly chose to be single; and Daniel liked to join in to say that he had never ever seen her in love before. Well, maybe he was just too blind and too young to see it.

"Oh please, we both know you always leave a lasting impression."

She turned around to look up at him, eye to eye ever since '85. He still had the same damn look in his eyes and she had to make herself remember to not be naïve.

Terry caught her first.

After the success of both Sam and Eli - and after it was announced that both dojos would participate at the Sekai Taikai (Johnny almost blew up from frustration) - Daniel tried to talk to her in private, but Johnny was faster. He just left to try the juice bar - because "if this son of a bitch with the pony tail got what he wanted, we can at least use his juice bar" - when Terry proved that he was faster than Daniel.

"And you fucking like it." she finished as she continued to look him in the eyes.

She felt Sam's eyes on her, but the girl thankfully did nothing to intervene.

"Don't talk to Silver. Don't even look at him if you don't have to." she had told them. "That's how he functions. He consumes information and he uses it against you. He sees an opportunity, he uses it for his gain."

"If I want to be honest I always knew you'd have the guts to use what I taught you - unlike LaRusso." his lips curled upwards into a smile. "Speaking of LaRusso; what did he say when you taught my method to his students?" he stayed quiet for a second so the question could sink in. "He knew about it, didn't he?"

She just chuckled.

"Get out of my head, Terry." she just said simply, not giving in to his game. "You can't play with me anymore when I know your game too well."

"That's why I like you."

She wanted to burn the damn butterflies in her stomach.

"Although I have to say I never would've thought that you'd care this much about karate. Or the Sekai Taikai."

"Believe me, I couldn't care less about karate or the Sekai Taikai or this 'who will win in the end fight' between you and Daniel..." she explained as Sam LaRusso continued to stare a hole into the side of her head. "But those kids deserved a damn chance against you."

Terry tilted his head, his lips formed a smile so wide she could see his teeth. His shoulders fell back and he seemed even taller when his eyes were shining that way: full of excitement. Through all that interest he seemed hurt - as if she just insulted his whole being. He seemed almost offended.

"Are you lying to me or are you lying to yourself?"

"Don't give him a damn opportunity!" she had told the kids as if it would be the most important rule. "Don't feed him information! Don't pique his interest!"

"Excuse me?"

"Who are you lying to?" he asked again as he leaned closer. "Because you are lying. You're not doing this for the kids. I mean you do care about them, I can believe that, but this isn't about them, is it?"

The frustration she couldn't hide seemed to entertain him a lot.

Then she took a deep breath. Don't let him win.

"In this case, we are both liars, aren't we?" Terry stayed quiet; waiting, listening. "Are you sure this is only about you and that dream of yours? Nothing to do with Daniel or '85, right?"

He seemed to like the challenge, and God damn her, she liked it too. She liked the unsaid, hidden threat what always lingered around when Terry was close by. And he liked her fight - she knew he did. If he didn't, she'd already be on the ground with a black eye or six feet under.

"Are you sure you want to talk about grudges?"

She just shrugged. "It's always great to remember the past, isn't it? So we don't make the same mistake twice."

"Mistakes?" he asked with a chuckle. "It depends on the point of view."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Don't let him play you. If you talk to him, he'll try, for sure. He'll give you something: a story, some info. Something you'd be interested in so he could reel you in and keep you where he wants you to be. But don't let that happen!"

"Really?"

"You don't agree?"

She bit her lower lip.

The bait was out, the trap was set. She shouldn't fall for it. She can't.

She learned long ago that she'd never know why he does the things he does, but she could understand how he thinks and what he uses to get what he wants.

She was a better player now, but was she strong enough?

She swallowed her curiousity.

Grudges. She still had hers. She nursed it for years and it became unbearable when he appeared again out of thin air.

But the past stays in the past. She learned from it, didn't she? She wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Instead of asking what she wanted to - Why Terry? Why did you date me? Why did you teach me? What did it mean to you at all? What did I mean at all? - she just chuckled.

"It's good to know the old you is back, Terry." she said with a smile. "I almost started to worry when I first saw you - I thought you weren't the same man. Good to know I was wrong. 'This' you? I can handle."

The conversation was over. She wanted it to be over so it would be.

She turned to look at Sam who was still looking at her like a warning sign ("use what you just taught us"), and Johnny who seemed to be done with the juice bar.

She took a step aside, then two -- and she was almost successful. Almost.

"Are you free tonight?" the charm in his voice was still present and she hated it. "We could have dinner together. For old times' sake. And I could provide the truth about '85 from my point of view."

She stopped and looked at Sam again. She was talking to Eli and the others, swimming in pride and happiness: the things she gave them by talking about Silver.

The bait worked, the trap caged her and she could feel him reel her in.

"I'll pick you up at seven."

She failed. How could she fail?

She decided to not ask how he knows where she lives. He already knows, of course he does...

She knew everything, yet learned nothing.

She let him win - again.

[fangirlstorycreator]

CK Terry Silver X Reader

Context: You and Terry have always been very physical, but with work being so busy lately, there simply hasn't been enough time. That is, until he surprises you with a trip to Paris! And a few (Other) surprises once your there too....😏

This is written in request from @kimbergoldess, based on her picture on her tumblr page 💚

Contains: NSFW, s#xual content, s#xual intercourse, rough male #ral receiving, female #ral receiving, intimate toys, dirty talk, rough s#x, dom-sub (No Minors!)

Work work work, that's all that life seemed to be lately. You'd been running your own successful hair salon while your fiancee Terry had been running his own company, the Cobra Kai dojo. You yourself had been a sensei in the past and were tempted to ask Terry if you could join the dojo with him and John, but you didn't, worrying it would be stepping on his or John's toes. They built Cobra Kai together, and as much as you loved karate, you respected their friendship and wouldn't do anything to spoil that. The hair salon was an ok place to work, but you pretty much just did it to pay the bills. Terry, being Terry, had told you countless times that money wasn't an issue, and that you didn't have to work when bills at yours and his house was taken care of. But you were a strong and independent woman, and wanted to put something towards the home and your lives, you were the farthest thing from someone who would mooch of their partner for money. Infact, that's one of the first things Terry ever told you that he admired about you, and he loved that someone wanted to be with and around him because of who he was, not because of his money.

It was true, being with Terry was amazing, and every moment spent together was wonderful. It's just a shame that hasn't been the case as of late. With your salon being fully booked and Terry trying his hardest to keep John in check as well as the dojo, it felt like the hours spent having quality time with Terry during the week could all be counted on one hand. You tried your hardest not to let it get to you, but you loved him so much and would imagine him holding you, kissing your forhead and feeling his heartbeat as your head laid upon his chest. Those little things were so special to you. Plus, there were MANY occasions that you imagined you and Terry getting down and dirty! It had been about 3 weeks since you were both last intimate, and you could feel that tention down to your core. Terry was someone who worshiped your body like a goddess, took pleasure in your pleasure and would never fail in making you feel incredible. It's no wonder you would be sat in your salon office on your break sometimes, lost in imagination at the possibly of Terry surprising you at work, barging into your office and taking you right there on the desk.

Someone knocking on your door or the office phone ringing would shake you out of it, and a lot of the time, you hated when that happened. But at the end of the day, maybe this is what happens when work gets in the way, maybe there just isn't enough time to spend with the man you love, despite that being all you want in the world. That day, everyone had finished with their clients early and you decided to close for a half day, it would make a nice change to go home early for you and the rest of your staff. And maybe, you could make a nice dinner for Terry and try and spend some time with him this evening, it definitely felt like you needed him recently. However, to your suprise when you opened the front door to the house, you see Terry. Why wasn't he at work? He's just stood in the living room drinking a coffee and checking off a list with what looks like a suitcase.

"Sweetheart! I was about to come and get you from work!"

"Really? Why? And why do you have a suitcase?"

"I've been packing"

"Packing for?"

You were utterly lost, but Terry just smiled at you. Putting down his coffee, he walked over to you and cradled your face with his hands, leaning in and kissing you so deeply you felt a little dizzy one you both pulled away.

"Wow...it's been a while since you kissed me like that babe"

"I know sweetheart, and I'm sorry I haven't been doing that enough. Look, I know work's been keeping us apart these last few weeks and I haven't had a chance to spend some quality time with you and show you how much I love you and miss you, and that changes today"

"And that's why you decided to pack a suitcase?"

"It's why I'm taking you to Paris tonight"

"What?!"

"(Chuckles) Why so suprised sweetheart?"

"Well duh?! You just said Paris! You remember we live in LA right?"

"Yes I am fully aware. But my private jet can get us to Paris quicker than you can say Tu es l'amour de ma vie"

"Terry, babe, why Paris? And why do this in general?"

"Because you mean the world to me sweetheart. I want to show you how much I love you"

"Terry, you don't have to spend money on me to show me that"

"I know. But that doesn't mean I can't treat you with my money from time to time"

"And that's why you were going to pick me up from work? To suprise me with this trip?"

"I absolutely was. So? Do you want to get a suitcase ready? I've got mine done"

"But what about work? I can't just leave the salon without telling the staff or finding cover for myself"

"Don't you worry, I've already seen to that. I called Sadie, your salon deputy manager and asked her to keep the salon going while your away"

"Really?"

"Yes, and she sounded very happy to do that for you"

"Well...alright then! It would be nice to spend some time away with you babe"

"My thoughts exactly"

"By the way, what was that thing you said in French?"

"Tu es l'amour de ma vie. In english it means you are the love of my life"

"Awww Terry, your so sweet, and such a romantic"

"You bring that side out of me sweetheart"

Now it was you who gives him a kiss. Moving your hands up his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, smiling as he leans down and you lock your lips with his. His kiss was warm, comforting and electrifying all at once, especially when his large, strong hands grip at your hips and hold your closer to his own body. Just these 2 kisses you have shared with Terry right now alone was more than either of you have felt in weeks, and both of you could feel the tention. Biting his own lip and looking down on you, he raised an eye and chuckled.

"I've seen that naughty look before Terry.. what're you planning?"

"Oh you'll see when we get to Paris sweetheart...now go and get packed and we can go as soon as your ready. Oh! And don't forget to bring that sexy little blue and black lingerie with you"

"Mmm? Planning on seeing me in it are you?"

"If by seeing it you, you mean me ripping it off with my teeth this evening..."

"Well then....I'll go and pack now..."

You say seductively, running your hand down his chest as you walk towards the stairs. You didn't see it, but Terry shivered, your touch was always intoxicating. You couldn't believe your luck! You were more than excited to be going away with your fiancee, and have some fun too! In Paris of all places! You started grabbing a few things when a thought suddenly occured to you, you didn't know how long you were going for, how much do you pack? Shouting downstairs to Terry, you say

"Babe?"

"Yes?"

"How long are we going away for? I just want to know how much to pack"

"I've booked us for 2 weeks"

"2 weeks?! I didn't think you'd wanna stay away from the dojo that long"

"I've been away from you long enough, if I could have made it a month I would have"

Aww he was so sweet. Now knowing how long your away for, you pack everything you'd need for that amount of time, plus that lingerie he asked for, it really was his favourite. For some reason, when you wore THAT lingerie, he almost turned feral in the bedroom, but you have never EVER complained. And seeing as it was going to be a fortnight, you grabbed a little black bag from your bedside drawer, with a new dress you bought for when you and Terry could have your next date night. Well, now it's going to be a date fortnight. Rushing downstairs with your suitcase, your full of smiles as you see Terry holding the door for you.

"I'll take the suitcases sweetheart, you get comfortable in the car"

He was such a gentleman. You gave him a little kiss on his cheek as you walk out the door and towards the car, even after years of being together, his fingertips lightly touched the cheek you kissed him, and he blushed all over. It was a very quick drive to the airport, and you know Terry told you he had a private jet but this! This thing was like something you see in a James Bond film! It was so fancy, large, and had a carpet leading up to the open door and what looked like a butler waiting to take the suitcases for us. The driver of the car dropped you and Terry right next to this plane and right next to the entrance, like you were going to a red carpet event. And despite you having your own driver, Terry was the one who got out and opened your car door, taking your hand as you stood out. Whenever there was a moment he could be a gentleman to you, he would take it. The man on the carpet welcomed you both in and you and Terry got comfortable and ready for take off, it was only a few minutes before you were already in the air and on your way to Paris. It was starting to get dark outside when you looked out of the window, and could see the lights start to come on in the streets and houses below. It hadn't occured to you how tired you actually were, and after your dinner on the jet with Terry, you tried your best to hide the yawns.

"Aww sweetheart, your tired?"

"Just a little"

"Why don't we get an early night? There's a private bedroom in the back that has everything we need, plus an ensuite that's just for us"

"But aren't we going to Paris tonight? I assumed we'd wait till we got there and crashed in a hotel?"

"Oh no no, that's definitely not happening. I have a private Villa waiting for us in Paris, we're not going to be cooped up in a hotel for two weeks. Plus, it's going to be quite a while till we reach Paris"

"Really? How long?"

"About 10 maybe 11 hours"

"Wow! I didn't realise it would be that long"

"Yes, but that's the good thing about having a private jet. When the plane journey IS long, there's no having to sleep in an awkward position in an upright chair, or next to a stranger who snores or drools. And definitely not having a stewardess wake you up to see if you would like a packet of peanuts, and even if you DO want some, half the bag is air"

"Something tells me you're much happier flying in this plane than normal ones babe"

"Absolutely sweetheart. Now, shall we get some sleep?"

"Just sleep?"

"Oh my sweet Y/N...I know your eager to spend time together, as I am too. But I can see your struggling to keep your eyes open, and trying to hide when you yawn. Trust me, when we're in Paris there will be ample opportunities for us to make up for lost time. And maybe, if your lucky....something a little fun to bring into the bedroom..."

"Ok, now I'm definitely curious!"

"And your definitely tired. Come on, let's get some sleep, and tomorow we will have some fun"

You knew you couldn't argue with him on this, even though you'd love to get down and dirty with him right now, you simply couldn't keep your eyes open. You both headed to the bedroom, which was surprisingly spacious. The bed looked so soft and warm, and very bouncy. Terry had started getting a few essentials out of his bag as you cured up on the bed, he had no idea that you had passed out mere seconds before he was about to turn to you and speak.

"Sweetheart? I seem to have forgotten my phone charger. Can I-"

He stopped in his tracks when he turned to see you fast asleep, curled up on the bed in such an adorable way. Tutting and smiling happily at you, he couldn't deny how much he loved you, in his eyes, you were perfect. He poped into your handbag and grabbed your charger, put his phone on charge, went to brush his teeth then came back and started getting undressed. Just down to his boxers, he didn't want to bother the staff with getting his silk dressing gown from his suitcase. He carefully pulled the quilt cover from under you, slid in beside and pulled the cover back up. He was the best and warmest big spoon ever, and even when you were fast asleep, you could sence he was there, and smiled through your sleepiness. Snuggling in and holding you in his arms, Terry very soon fell asleep too. What felt like a short nap later, you awake in Terry's arms, and then turn your head slightly to see him fast asleep while he's holding you.

You couldn't get enough of this man, he's absolutely amazing. Slipping out from his embrace and trying not to wake him, you climb out of the bed and tiptoe around to get your spare clothes from your large handbag. Then make your way into the unsuit to take a shower. You hadn't flown in a private jet before and were suprised to see a window in the shower cubicle, which was now shining lovely and bright with the blue sky. Who would have thought a nice hot shower above the clouds would be so peaceful and luxurious? You spent a good 30 minutes in there, and when you were finished you felt awake and refreshed. Terry was still asleep when you came back into the room, and your stomach started to rumble, so you slipped out when you were dressed to see if there was anything in the jet to snack on before you arrive. To your suprise, you only had to walk a few feet before the air hostess walked up to you pushing a shiny silver trolley, laden with fresh fruits, warm pastries, bacon and eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice and piping hot coffee.

"Good morning miss L/N, did you and mr Silver sleep well?"

"Yes we did thank you. Well, Terry's still asleep"

"Wonderful. Well, I was about to knock on the door to bring you this, unless you'd like me to come back later?"

"Nope, that's alright. I can bring it in if that's alright?"

"Of course, do let me know if there's anything else you need"

"Thank you, uhh?"

"Milly"

"Milly, lovely name"

"Thank you miss L/N"

"Please, call me Y/N"

When you brought the trey into the bedroom, Terry was still asleep, but he had rolled over since you left, and he was now lead on his back, in just his boxers. You couldn't take your eyes off him, lying there looking so damn good, you wondered if it was the food making it steem up in hear instead of your older and smoking hot fiancee spread out on the bed like the silver fox that he was. When you began to pour a coffee for you and him, Terry started to stir and sat up in the bed, rubbing his face in his hands to wake himself up a little.

"Morning gorgeous"

"Good morning sweetheart. I didn't know you were awake?"

"Yeh, I woke up about an hour ago. Milly the lovely lady who's our air hostess was sweet and made us a breakfast platter, with fresh coffee too"

"That's great, I could do with a coffee"

As he sat up and on the edge of the bed, you came and sat beside him, handing him his coffee and taking a sip of your own.

"Oooohhh that's good coffee, thank you sweetheart. Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked so peaceful, and noone told us we're there yet so I let you sleep in. It's not just me who's been working very hard the last few weeks, you clearly needed it"

"I suppose you have a point"

He took another sip of coffee, and you couldn't help but admire him. His messy long silver hair, his braud chest, his strong thighs as he wears just his boxers.

"What are you staring at sweetheart?"

"Just my gorgeous fiancee"

"Gorgeous? Like this?"

"If I was sat on this bed wearing just my bra and underwear with messy bed hair, wouldn't you be thinking the same thing?"

"Touche (chuckles)"

He reached over and put his coffee down when your hand slid across the cover and started to feel up and down his rock hard thigh, warm to the touch and so muscular.

"Mmm, like me like this do you?"

"Oh yeh Terry, I don't want to keep my hands off you..."

"Then don't..."

Without warning, he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap, right before spinning himself with you and lying you back on the bed. With him now both leaning on top of you and his hips placed perfectly inbetween your legs. His kiss was hungry, and his tounge had a slight coffee taste, but you didn't mind in the slightest. With your hands on his shoulder and his running up your thigh, it had been so long since he touched you like this that you wanted him to take you then and there. Hot! And dirt-

"Mr Silver? Miss L/N? We are about 20 minutes from landing"

Oh god damn it! Why of all times did someone have to knock and interrupt?!

"Thank you Milly, we'll be out shortly"

Terry shouted as he huffed, disappointment in his face as he climbed back off you and sat at the end of the bed. You sat up too, and both shared an embarrassed yet annoyed look.

"Well...seems we're going to have to wait...again"

You say, feeling deflated. You'd have taken Terry then and there if you had the chance. His heart broke when you said that, and he couldn't help but hold your face and kiss you, still lingering a little when he pulled away.

"We'll have all the time we want when we're in Paris sweetheart. Having our own Villa, pool, jacuzzi, balcony...bedroom...and much more"

"While that all sounds amazing babe, and I'm going to enjoy every moment...if Milly hadn't interrupted us I would have probably would've destroyed you and this bed"

"Mmmm...(kiss) And I would have savored every....single...second...(kiss) Now why don't you pack up your stuff, and I'll grab a shower. By the time were both done it should be time to get our seatbelts back on"

He stood and walked towards the unsuit, and you couldn't help but check out his perfect tight ass.

"I'd rather be wearing your belt...it was always surprisingly comfortable when you tied my hands in it"

"Hmhm...I can't wait to get you into that Villa and back on your knees..."

"Is that a promise?..."

Terry simply smirked, and gave you a devilish look, it was the look that always made you melt. And just as planned, Terry took a shower and you packed your things you used in the flight. You had sat back in the middle of the jet and poped your belt on when Terry was finishing up, and that's where Milly came by and offered you a drink.

"Hear we are Y/N"

"Thanks Milly"

A few moments later, Terry comes and takes a seat beside you, putting on his belt and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"You ready for Paris sweetheart?"

"More than ready Terry, it'll be so nice to get away from the stress of work for a while. What's the plan when we land?"

"Well I have a chauffeur waiting for us when we land, it's just gone 9 am so we can get him to drive us to a lovely restaurant on the shore line"

"What for babe?"

"Well, we were served breakfast. But we got kind of caught up in another matter, remember?"

"There's no way I'm forgetting"

"(Chuckles) Well, once we've had something to eat, it will take a while to drive to the Villa, so we should unpack, maybe take a nice stroll along the beach, see some of the wildlife and...."

"And?...."

"And then come back for some well deserved, and definitely uninterrupted quality time together. And trust me, it's going to be worth the wait"

"It's always worth the wait babe, it's you"

"Your so sweet, and you know I feel exactly the same way. However...I do have a little suprise waiting for us in the Villa"

"Oooo! What is it?"

"Ah ah ah, I can't tell you. Your going to have to....be a good girl..."

"And what if I'm a really bad one?....."

"Even better..."

Time seemed to go by so quick when you and Terry got off the flight, people took your bags, drove you hear and there, and you had never had an airport visit this smooth and calm before. You've always had bad experiences at the airport, flights getting cancelled, loosing luggage or being sat next to a (Karen) who would complain about EVERYTHING! But with Terry, it was smooth sailing. You both did indeed stop by a nice place for breakfast. It wasn't 5 star, and you were happy about that, you wanted something normal and down to earth. It was just a simple boulangerie that has these beautiful scents of freshly backed baguettes and pain au chocolat, it was amazing. You and Terry shared a fresh baguette with butter, you and him simply tore the bread apart as it was still warm out of the over and spread a little butter on it, how can something to simple be so delightful? Then you and Terry drove to the Villa, which looked like it had been hand carved out of white marble! This place was enormous! And so spacious, and clean, and open, the list of how amazing this place is was endless! By the time you and Terry had unpacked and got settled, it was about time for dinner, and he had mentioned a beautiful little restaurant a short walk down the beach from outside the Villa. How could anyone refuse that? As Terry got dressed, so did you, and you had the perfect dress for it, the one from your drawer in the little black bag. Along with these cute heals and the bracelet Terry got you for your anniversary, it was perfect. When he came into the bedroom, he was wearing his gorgeous greyish/white suit, despite us walking along a beach to get to this restaurant.

"Are you ready sweethe-"

The moment you turned around, Terry's mouth was agape and his eyes couldn't move from you if they tried.

"So? What do you think? Do I look nice?"

"Sweetheart....aphrodite herself would be jealous at the sight of you"

"Aww your so sweet, thank you babe. You look so handsome. I'll never get bored of seeing you in your grey suit"

"Oh I know it's your favourite"

"Hmmm? There is just one thing missing"

"What's that?"

You smile, walking to him and running your hands up his chest to his neck, your touch made Terry melt and he could never hide that. He'd put his hair up in a ponytail, but he has had it like that for so long, and he isn't at work now. Snaking your hands behind his neck, you pull at his hair and release all of those beautiful silver curls.

"There"

You say running your fingers through his hair, making it bounce around his head and fit perfectly to his face.

"Now you look perfect"

"You know....I do know you prefer my hair down"

"So was this just an excuse you made for me to play with your hair?"

"That was part of it...this was the other part..."

His hands grip your hips and he pulls you close to his body, locking his lips with yours and savouring your touch, your taste and scent with each second. Your hands held his shoulders, one moving to his cheek and the other sliding around and pressing it to his back, any excuse to feel those toned muscles of his.

"I'm so happy I've got you for 2 whole weeks with noone to disturb us"

"Oh I agree babe, and there have been a few that I can count. Thank you so much for bringing me hear"

"No need to thank me, anything for you. Come on then sweetheart, let's me show you the way to the restaurant"

The walk to the restaurant was wondeful, the sun was still in the sky, the water was lapping at yours and Terry's feet as you held your shoes and walked hand in hand with him down the sand. The air was warm and you could smell the ocean, picture perfect. The restaurant was on the beach, but still looked 5 star, this was Terry after all, if he was the one booking, he'd always get the best. It was beautifully furnished, has wonderful flowers scattered around and a lobster tank in the background, you had only been to these kinds of places with Terry. Before meeting him, the best you'd get was probably a 2, maybe 3 star place at best. A table was already booked and the waiter brought you and Terry over, and again, Terry being a gentleman, he pulled your chair out for you and kissed you before sitting down himself.

"Bonsoir madame et monsieur. Puis-je t'offrir quelque chose à boire? (Good evening madam and sir. Can I get you something to drink?)

"Ah oui. Nous aimerions une bouteille de votre meilleur champagne, s'il vous plaît" (Ah yes. We would like a bottle of your finest champagne, if you please)

"Bien sûr monsieur, je vais y veiller tout de suite" (Of course sir, I will see to it right away)

The waiter happily went back to the bar while you looked at Terry with amusement.

"Wow babe, I didn't know you were fluent in French"

"Yeh, I had to learn to speak it and write it when I was making some business deals in Paris"

"You've made deals hear?"

"Of course, hense why I was able to get such a nice place for us to live in while we stay hear"

"Nice place? Terry we're pretty much staying in a castle!"

"Does that make you my princess?"

"Only of your my knight in shining armour"

"Mhm...I think I can be that and more for you"

He said in his deep and sexy gravelly voice, taking your hand and planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles. When the waiter returns, he opens the champagne for you both and pours it out one by one. Letting you both cling your glasses and take a sip first, the waiter was patient before asking Terry what he would like to order from the menu.

"Que souhaitez-vous commander monsieur?" (What would you like to order sir?)

"Puis-je avoir le saumon grillé avec un risotto au citron?" (May I have the grilled salmon with lemon risotto?)

"Bien sûr, c'est un excellent choix, monsieur. Et pour vous madame?" (Of course, that's a great choice sir. And for you madam?)

Terry was about to lean over to you and ask what you would like, but little did he know, you had a surprise for him.

"Sweetheart-"

"Je voudrais le poitrine de poulet épicée avec une salade grecque s'il vous plaît. S'habiller sur le côté" (I would like the spicy chicken breast with greek salad please. Dressing on the side)

"Ah! C'est un favori de beaucoup de nos clients. Excellent choix, je reviendrai avec vos repas" (Ah! That is a favourite for our customers, great choice. I shall be back with your meals)

The waiter smiled as he walked away and straight to the kitchen with the order. Terry leaned on the table, looking at you, almost astonished.

"I didn't know you spoke French so well sweetheart? You didn't tell me you were fluent too"

"Well I'm not fluent, but I did take a French course when I was in college many years ago. I could tell by that look in your eye that you thought I didn't know what the waiter was saying"

"Well I won't lie, yes I did think that. But you really suprised me"

"I like to suprise you any time I can. I like keeping you on your toes"

"(Whispers) And I like keeping you on your back... or your knees...or the wall if the occasion calls for it..."

"Oooh Mr Silver....you do know how to talk to a lady..."

"My lady....your going to be aalll mine tonight..."

"I'd better be....I know we're flirting hear Terry, and I love it! But I've got to be honest, while I'm looking forward to this time with you hear in Paris, I'm not looking forward to going home"

"Oh sweetheart, why? What's making you feel so upset about going back?"

"Because there's a chance this could happen all over again"

"What? Me wisking you away for a holiday?"

"No...us not being able to spend quality time together like this unless there is a holiday. I miss you so much Terry. I miss having dinner with you when you get home from work, I miss us falling asleep together in eachothers arms instead of one of us being fast alseep while the other comes home late from work. I miss talking to you, hearing your voice, your touch, the way you would hold me in a warm hug when you'd come home and kiss my forhead. Those little things really matter to me, and.... I feel like I'm loosing that"

"Oh sweetheart I'm so sorry you've been feeling like this. (reaches over and holds your hand) Why haven't you told me how you've been feeling? You know I'd listen to any worries you have"

"With work, it's been so busy for both of us that there just isn't any time to discuss this with you. And I would have no idea how to even begin to tell you"

"Well you have tonight, I'm so sorry you've had to go through this on your own sweetheart. I love you. I love you so much, and I've been missing you too, it's been driving me crazy not being able to spend any time with you while the dojo's been a nightmare"

"I'm sorry babe, I feel like I've put a downer on the whole evening"

"No no you haven't, trust me. Infact, there maybe a solution to our problems"

"And what would that be?"

"It starts with a question, and I want you to be completely honest with me ok?"

"Ok"

"Do you enjoy working in the salon?"

"Well it pays the bills when-"

"No no, I didn't ask if it pays some of the bills. Do you really enjoy working there? Tell me the truth"

"I....ok I won't lie, I don't. I took the job to show you that I can work, and I'm not someone who will mooch of anyone, especially you"

"I know that, I know your not with me for my money sweetheart. And thank you for being honest with me"

"So what solution did you have in mind for our issues?"

"Come and work at Cobra Kai with me"

"Wait-what?"

"I've been wanting to ask you for a few months now, I want you to work at Cobra Kai with me"

"But Terry, that's yours and John's company, I wouldn't want to be a spanner in the works with something you and John created"

"You wouldn't be that Y/N, I want you to be a sensei. Just like you were back in the day. Think about it, we'd be seeing more of eachother, you'd be back in a career you enjoy, you'd still have a paying job, and you would actually be enjoying your time at work. John does his own thing in the dojo, but I want you there. What are your thoughts?"

"I can't deny there's a lot more pros than cons with this idea Terry, and while I am very tempted to say yes straight away, what does John say about this? And who would take over the salon?"

"I've already asked John, and he's more than happy to have you work with us. In fact, he said having a feminine touch around the place would make the dojo better. Plus he remembers how you used to teach, and there are some students who would thrive so much better under your care. And as for the salon, why don't you interview some people for the job role? Maybe even your deputy manager? She sounded so excited to be put in charge while you were coming hear"

"That is a good point, and she does get on really well with the rest of the staff there. And your sure John doesn't mind me being there?"

"He would love to have you there. Plus, it will stop us getting into as many arguments as we do. Whenever we have a spat when your around, it's like you have this power to make everything calm again"

"Do you think that's something to do with the fact that you and John squabble like a couple of children who both want the same toy?"

"You can read me and John like a book. (Chuckles) So? What do you say?"

"Can I think about first? I wanna make sure I'm certain about this, it is a big change after all"

"Of course sweetheart, take all the time you need. I love you"

"I love you too"

A few short minutes later, the waiter arrives with yours and Terry's food, steaming and smelling incredible. Your dinner was to die for, and both of you shared in eachothers plates, tasting his salmon and him your chicken. It was such a wonderful evening, this was just what you were wanting with Terry. Quality time together to talk, laugh, smile and just be a couple again, it's amazing how important these things are in life. Once you left the restaurant, you both walked back down the beach again, hand in hand as the sunset was on the horizon, right above the water line in the sea, beautiful. Yours and Terry's fingers interlocked when you walked, how was his touch so addictive? When you were outside your Villa, there was this cute little machine that washed all the sand off your feet before entering the house, and of course because Terry was rich, he made sure the water was warm as it washed the sand away. You'd only ever seen this kind of thing on public beaches, and it was freezing cold with a difficult contraption to use in order to actually get the sand off. Terry's one was much better, and you felt comfort when you went back into the house with him, bare feet on cool white marble. He took you to the kitchen where he poured you a drink, he had saved some champagne on ice, and some strawberries to put into the glass too. Handing you a glass, he says

"To a wonderful holiday"

"Cheers"

Taking a sip, the drink was cold and crisp, the bubbles danced on your tounge and the flavour lingered in your mouth long after swallowing it down. After you have another sip, you notice Terry looking at you in an intriguing way, like your the only thing in the world that matters. But there's something else in his eyes too, a little devilish, and hungry.

"Shall we....get an early night Terry?"

"(Chuckles) Well sweetheart...before we do...I want to show you something..."

"Oh really?...lead the way..."

Taking your hand in his, he leads you down the hallway, up the stairs and to a door down the end of the hall. But it was strange...all the doors in the Villa were white, this one was red. He stopped you just outside the door.

"Now sweetheart. I know we haven't been intimate for quite some time now"

"Which begs the question as to why you aren't already in the bedroom now with half your clothes off"

"Patients...trust me it will be worth the wait. I know neither of us are strangers to adding a little spice to the bedroom, including toys...So behind this door I have bought a whole host of naughty things we could use tonight...if that's what you'd like?"

"You had me at spice!"

"Mhm...plus, I know how you like me to...suprise you in the bedroom too...so my thoughts were, you go in and have a look around. There is a black box in there, and if there is anything you want to use on me, or have used on you, just put it in the box....and wait for me in the bedroom while I prepare everything for you..."

"Ok, you have NO idea how turned on I am just by you telling me this, let alone actually doing it yet"

"I know you sweetheart, I know exactly what to do to make you mine...so why don't you go in, see what you like, and then we'll take it from there"

"You don't need to tell me twice"

Terry waits outside as you enter, and holy sh#t! This was a playroom and a half! This makes Christian Grey look like a virgin! Terry knows you so well, he knows the kind of toys that always get the job done, multiple times! Taking a look around the room, heat begins to build inbetween your legs seeing all these things Terry could use on you, or vice a versa. To be honest, you just wanted to get RAILED tonight, with these things around that was definitely gunna happen.You find vibrating toys for you, hand cuffs of the fluffy black kind, a sexy black laced blindfold and-wait...what was that against the wall? Peeking your interest, you walk over and see this black mannequin, with a collar attached to it, but it's no ordinary collar . Seeing 3 different chaines all looped together, you pull at the bottom one...and oh hell yes! This was definitely going in the black box!

(Note for reader: I couldn't find one with a womans hand, so just ignore that it's a mans hand doing this 😁🤦‍♀️)

"There was nothing else in hear that you needed, to be honest just Terry on his own would have been fine, but when this kind of stuff comes out to play....oooooh we were both in for a looong night. Putting everything in the black box, you see a little note beside it, picking it up, it read

{My beautiful enchantress, I am going to take my time with you tonight and savour every part of your body in any way I can. I look forward to using whatever you choose on you, but I do have a question. On the table is a pen, and with that you can write what you would like. The choices are

Your dom, I'm sub

I'm dom, your sub

Safe word RED, or two firm taps to the legs

Safe word Dojo, one firm tap to the legs

I'll read this paper once you leave, and prepare the items in this box for you shortly...depending on which one you'll choose, I'll either see you in the bedroom sat on the bed, or on your knees...I love you beautiful}

Some people in other relationships might not do what you and Terry like to do, choose what's going to happen instead of just jumping into bed together. But surprisingly, you find this really exciting. While you and Terry do have your fair share of just jumping into bed together, this was a whole new level, one that made you weak to the knees. It was the anticipation, the tention, being this seductress or being seduced by him, it was very sexy and you loved your heart racing and the giddy feeling that came with this too. Terry adored you, worshiped the ground you walk on, but on the other hand, you loved being his dirty little sl#t. Knowing exactly what you want, you tick the 2nd and 3rd pullet point and headed out to the door. You knew the RED safe word mean't he would be a little rougher, so of course you had to pick that! It had been at least 3 weeks after all! When you close the door behind you, Terry was leaning against the wall, and he could see you blushing with a grin across your face.

"I'll see you in the bedroom sweetheart...and don't forget that sexy little blue and black lingerie set you packed"

"No need to forget...I'm already wearing it..."

Blowing him a kiss as you head to the bedroom upstairs, Terry can't help but watch you leave, checking you out and running his hand over his chin, trying not loose control and take you right there on the staircase. He slips into the red door just as you enter the bedroom, and a tidal wave of excitement washes over you, eagerly imagining the expression on his face when he sees what's in the box, and that you want HIM incharge, it was exhilarating. As quick as a flash you undress so now your just down to your lingerie, putting a pillow on the floor to kneel on and pressing your back a little against the bottom of the bed, ready and waiting for him. You could hear slow footsteps coming up the stairs, he didn't normally walk that slow, so you know he was just trying to tease you. Closer, and closer he came, the door handle slowly turned, and in he walked, holding now a small black bag of what you chose. He had changed his outfit too. Instead of the sweet fiancee with his long hair down and flowing freely, in his grey/white suit and a warm smile. He wore black. Black trousers, black belt, shirt and jumper, black was what he wore when he wanted to be incharge of you. His hair was tied back into his ponytail, a devilish smirk plastered on his face as he stalks a little closer.

"(Chuckles) Ahh...look at you...all ready for me to use you...isn't that right? I can use you anyway I like baby girl?"

You can't help but nod, the excitement was too much. Terry knelt down to you, taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him.

"You'll have to use your words...can I use you anyway I want?..."

"Yes"

Sliding his hand to your throat, he squeezes ever so slightly.

"I can't hear you...a little louder for me..."

"Yes Terry"

"(Chuckles) good girl...'

His hand moves from your throat, gently cupping your cheek for a moment, his eyes are gentle and warm.

"You remember the safe word?"

"Yes, it's red"

"Good, and the ones you ticked on the paper, that's still what you want?"

"Absolutely"

"Alright then sweetheart"

Leaning in and giving you a kiss, you loved that he was always so loving to you and made sure you were always comfortable with what he will do. He stood back up, and there was that dark devilish look again, this was dom Terry now. He reached into the black bag, and pulled out the special collar you chose, and heat began to build up straight away.

"Does my little sl#t want me to put this around her delicate little neck? Hmm?"

"...Yes Terry..."

"What do you say?"

"Please Terry"

"Good girl...."

Kneeling down, he puts the neclace around your neck, and the second it's on, he pulls at the bottom chain, just like you did in the room and he has pulled you in to his face, his lips inches away from yours. You were already so wet, and you couldn't contain the excitement on your face, Terry loved every moment of this.

"I think good girls deserve a kiss...have you been a good girl?"

"...."

He pulls the chain harder, ever so slightly squeezing, but it wasn't enough to cut off your complete air supply, only just the slightest.

"I said...have you been a good girl? Because if you haven't, you don't get my tounge in that beautiful mouth...you get this..."

Terry said in a deep seductive voice, unzipping his trousers and pulling at his belt buckle.

"I-I've been a bad girl..."

"Oh have you? Tst tst tst....looks like I'm going to have to show you what bad girls get..."

The moment he stood up, the chained collar ever so slightly untightened and you watched as he pulled off his jumper and shirt. But the moment he reached into his trousers with his free hand and pulled out his rock hard, and pulsating c#ck, he pulls on the chain again. Bringing you up a little higher and making you face his goin, exposed c#ck directly infront of you. Letting his trousers fall a little, he slips the chain under himself so he's holding it from behind, his hand now behind his backside and the chain inbetween his legs and under his c#ck. He looked deep into your eyes, his free hand now running through your hair.

"This is what bad girls get..."

And without warning, he makes a fist into your hair, causing you to gasp. And the second you gasped, he pulled the chain and shoved his c#ck straight into your mouth, pulling the chain, and Your hair back and forth, making you take him in and out, not having any control over what he does.

"Oh that's it...suck my c#ck like the dirty little sl#t you are"

Each time he pulls your hair back, then pulls the chain so he's back inside your mouth, felt like inbetween your legs was on fire, yet so wet. Over and over again you sucked him, hard, circling your tounge around the tip when he pulled your hair. But his pace was quickening, and he was going ever so more into your mouth, and down your throat.

"I love the noises your making when you suck my c#ck babygirl...oh f#ck...I'm going to use you any way I like, aren't I? Say it...say yes with me in your mouth..."

With just the tip in your mouth when he stops for a moment, you try your best to say yes with it in your mouth, but the second you start to make a sound, he pulls the chain hard, and slides his full length down your throat, cutting off any air you have, being completely full of him. His grunts or sexual pleasure when he does this just adds to the excitement, you can't breath, he's choking you with his c#ck, and yet your so f#cking wet and want more. Once he pulls out, you gasp for air as he smiles down on you.

"Aww you poor thing, you couldn't say anything could you?"

Again, he only gives you that moment before he pulls the chain again and forces himself back into your mouth and down your throat, this time going deep, in and out, not being able to breath as he pumps into you, chocking you with his enormous c#ck

"Oh f#ck that's it! You take me like such a good little slut. Oh yeh that's it...take it all"

You rememberd when you ticked the paper in the play room, saying safe word red and two firm taps to the legs. The word was for when you could speak, and the leg tapping was for when you couldn't, and couldn't breath either. If you did tap his legs twice, he'd stop immediately, but you didn't. Yes you couldn't breath right now, but the lack of oxygen strangely made it more s#xual intense, but you did know your limit, and so did Terry. He pulled out, you kneel there gasping for air once again with tears running down your cheeks.

"You look so pretty when your filled with me...take a deep breath for me baby girl, just one final time..."

His hand in your hair manoeuvres your head so your mouth is directly infront of his cock, and once you take a deep breath, he's straight in again, sliding completely down and making you take every single inch of him. He moved back and forth against your face, faster, harder, hearing the sounds of you choking on him, is was like music to his ears.

"Oh f#ck! You feel so good! Tell me you like me doing this baby....are you gunna tell me? No? That's right you can't, because your so full of me...oh take...every...f#cking...inch!"

Just when your feeling light headed and are thinking of doing the tapping put, Terry pulls himself out and allows you to breath. You gasped and coughed, taking in the sweet oxygen you were desperate for. Terry instantly knelt down to you again, still holding the chain but locking his lips with yours and kissing you hard, sliding his tounge into your mouth like he was trying to pull yours out. It was a hungry kiss, he devoured your lips and tounge like never before.

"Now that....was perfect. You were such a good girl taking me like that....and good girls deserve a reward..."

This time, he let's go of the chain and helps you up by taking your hand, only to push you onto the bed where you land on your back. Climbing on top of you, he leans down and kisses you, slowly, slipping in his tounge again. His hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head against the pillow, where he then pulls out the black fluffy handcuffs from behind him.

"This is what you get for taking me so well..."

Taking them, he cuffs one of your wrists, loops the chain around the bed frame and cuffs your other hand too. Now you had no way of escaping, your hands were chained to the bed, and Terry was going to have his way with you. He leans down and kisses your neck, running his tounge down your soft skin, making you gasp. Your eyes close instinctively and you want to much to grab his shoulders and pull him closer, but you instead struggle against the cuffs, this was both pleasure and torture. He stops, leans up so he's on his knees, looking down on you.

"Let's make this interesting...."

He says in that sexy voice again, this time revealing the black laced blindfold and playing with it infront of you. He leans down once again, kissing you while slipping on the blindfold, you can't see anything, it's completely black, but you loved it. Your sight was gone, but that just meant your other senses went into overdrive. You can't see him, but you feel Terry lean back on his knees again, reaching for something behind him, but not knowing what it is. It's only when he pulls down your bra and a sudden wet chill shocks you, making you gasp and shiver. He's running an ice cube over your skin and circling your tender n#pples. When he pulls it away, it's replaced by his warm mouth and eager tounge, sucking and circling your most tender area and making you arch your back.

"Oh!"

You gasp, it seems to be the only thing that your able to say, the only noise you can make. But that doesn't stop Terry. He does the same thing with the other breast, taking his time with every inch of you that cries out for his touch. Moving slowly down your body, he smooths the ice cube down your chest, your stomach, belly button then down inbetween your legs. He's already knelt on the edge of the bed with your leg over his shoulder, kissing up and down the inside of your thigh as he uses the ice on your tender cl#t.

"Oh god....Terry...I need you..."

"I want to hear you beg....beg for me..."

"Please! Please touch me! I'm going to go crazy!"

Hearing him chuckle, he s throws the ice cube away and dives straight between your legs, licking and sucking your soul out.

"Oh! Jesus f#cking-oh f#ck!"

He was full on devouring you like a wild animal, pinning your waist down with his hand as you writhe in his grasp. It's burning your core, the deep s#xual experience is so god damn good, and all you want to do is grab hold of his hair as he eats you, but your cuffed up and can't do a thing except lie there, and take what he gives you. He doesn't even need to use his fingers as he flicks his tounge at just the right speed, making you scream in extacy and shake against the bed, feeling wave after wave or pure orgasmic bliss. You felt lifeless, worn out from just his mouth, but your body still hungered for more. Allowing you a minute to catch your breath, Terry leans back on you and catches your lips once again.

"Now it's time for the big one...those were just a few orgasms babygirl....now we're going for the big ones..."

The big ones! When Terry has said that to you in the bedroom before, it was guaranteed you weren't walking afterwards....and that's exactly what you wanted! He uncuffed you, pulled you up onto your knees and got behind you. He moved your hands infront of you again, putting the cuffs back on and keeping on the blindfold. You feel his face close to your neck as he whispers to you.

"Just kneel up little higher baby, I wanna slip something inbetween your legs..."

Still shaking from the other orgasms, you simply nod and move up a little more, which is when Terry slips something inbetween your legs once you sit back down.

"You know what this is babygirl...the little device you slipped into the black box...now why don't I just turn this around (he turns your collar around so he can pull it from the back) and you can lean a little more onto that device. Go ahead...get comfortable"

The device he was talking about was a kind of vibration silicone plate, but it's moulded so if you sat on it you would be comfy and feel an intense vibration. And Terry had the remote to control the speed, which wasn't on just yet. Despite you leaning on this, there was still plenty on room for Terry to get in on the action, and he did NOT take long to do just that. Pulling at your collar, his free hand gripped your hip but still kept your clit pressed against this silicon plate, that's where the tip of his cock found your entrance and slid right inside you. He grunted when he felt you clench around him, he was so big that despite the amount of times you've had sex before, he still stretched you, and you could feel how hard he was. It began...one hard thrust, then another, and another, each time he went in and out you wimper, feeling every inch pound into you. You already felt like another orgasm was building, and the wimpers turned into moans.

"That's it....take it all babygirl....now, why don't I just-"

He pushed the first button on the vibration remote, making you gasp.

"Uh! Oh god f#ck! F#ck!"

It sent shockwaves through you, pulsating through your body as Terry drilled you from behind. He wouldn't stop, he was f#cking you fast and hard, every few moments turning up the level on the vibration, you could barely catch your breath as you shout with the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through you. He was going so hard and rough you probably wouldn't even remember your own name when this is done, even your eyes rolled to the back of your head with Terry doing all of this to you while still pulling you by your chain and f#cking you mercilessly from behind. The vibration was now switched to it's highest level, and you couldn't take it anymore. You screamed at the top of your lungs, your cuffed hands desperately clawing at the mattress as Terry still drills you, not stopping despite your screams of pleasure filling the Villa.

"That's it! Let me hear you!....Just like that...just a little longer baby, you can take it...I'm nearly-nea-Oh f#ck!"

Terry started to grunt, moan and shake against you once he finaly reached his own high, while you were still coming down from what felt like your 30th! He stopped the vibration toy, and you shake uncontrollably and desperately try to breath properly again, but your body has just gone though overdrive. All you could do was shake, whimper and catch your breath. Terry slid out of you and removed your collar and blindfold, finaly seeing the light again, despite you only being able to see stars. His warm hands hold you, comforting you through the shaking, your still extremely sensitive down there and any move you made felt like another mini orgasm. Terry's hands held you, he kissed your cheek, your head, and was so gentle with you.

"You did so great sweetheart....you were such a good girl"

"Th....thank you...Terry..."

"Aww you poor thing, your exhausted"

"I now...understand the term...f#cking your brains out"

You say breathlessly while Terry just chuckles, kissing your cheek again.

"Let's move these toys out of the way and lie you down. I'll get you cleaned up"

You've got to give it to Terry, his aftercare was always spot on, and made you feel so much better. He cleaned you up, got you comfortable then slipped into the bathroom, where he started to run a bubble bath for the 2 of you. You took that time to relax, get your breath back properly and have a drink that Terry gave you. A short while later, Terry came back to the bedroom and carried you into the bathroom, you would have walked...if you could...He was careful to place you in the bath, the hot bubbly water was perfect. It smelt of coconut and honey, the whole atmosphere was just the right thing after that session, and sweet Terry actually went back to the room to change the bedding before he joined you in the bath too.

"We could have done that after the bath babe"

"I know sweetheart, but I want you to feel comfortable and able to snuggle up into the bed when you want to"

"How was I lucky enough to get someone as lovely as you in my life?"

"Maybe you did what I did"

"Which was?"

"Made a wish..."

"Ok, that is just to sweet!"

During your bath, Terry had given you a back rub with some beautifully smelling oils and lotions, you practically melted against him, he just happily held you against his chest, feeling the warmth of your body and the bath water. Due to the heat, the sensitivity you had was now going away, and you were able to not just walk, but walk and not feel wobbly. A short while later when you and Terry were clean and dry, you snuggled up into bed and felt how soft and fluffy the new bedding was, it was like being hugged by a quilt.

"Oh babe, this bedding is soooo nice!"

"I thought you'd like it (climbing into bed next to you, wearing only boxers) I made sure it was the same type of bedding we have back at home, I know how much you love that"

"You didn't have to do tha-wait a second? How did you get the same kind of bedding we use in LA in France? I've seen French bedding, their pillows are square! Not rectangles! How can anyone sleep like that?"

"I'll have you know, I brought a set with me in my luggage. I had a feeling these sheets would be changed a couple of times, and comfort is a must for my beautiful fiancee"

"You did? Terry your the sweetest (kiss) and you got my favourite colour too"

"Green. I never forget"

You snuggle down into the quilt and lie on Terry's chest as he holds you in his big strong arms. Stroking your hair and rubbing your back, his heartbeat is just perfect to feel and listen to in the arms of the man of your dreams.

"Did you enjoy tonight Terry?"

"Of course I did. I love you and I love the way we play in that kind of way. And you know I'm just as happy being the sub"

"Oh yes I remember! I never knew you were into being spanked like that"

"Well before we started sleeping together, I never knew you liked being called a sl#t"

"Hm, touche (giggle)

"But yes, I loved every moment tonight. Our play time, the meal we had together, walking down the beach to the sunset"

"I couldn't have asked for a better evening"

"I agree. I have an idea, in the morning, why don't we take a trip to the Ifle Tower?"

"Really?!"

"Absolutely. I know you've been wanting to see it for years. And, we could get that romantic picture of us having a kiss infront of it too if you'd like?"

"I would love nothing more babe, thank you"

"Your welcome (kiss) You must be tired sweetheart, why don't you get some sleep?"

"I just might....and maybe in the morning we could...take a shower together....get all warm and soapy..."

"You'd be ready for another round in the morning you think?"

"Oh yeh babe...and we aren't in a rush to see the Ifle Tower, so we could take as looooong as we like..."

"Now that...sounds like a great idea...me belle future épouse" (My beautiful wife to be)

"Moi aussi mon amour" (So do I my love)

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Hey I ❤️ your CK stories so you write one for Terry Silver where he pays readers debts with certain payments required. With lots a of smut please and thank you ☺️

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭 | terry silver × fem!reader

summary | terry offers to help you pay off your debt, but only if you agree to certain "payments" in return. as the tension rises, you realize there's no turning back

warnings | smut, explicit content, emotional manipulation and coercion, power dynamics and debt, dom!terry, sub!reader, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 2.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The lights in Terry Silver’s office illuminated the space with a cold, calculated glow. You had done something you shouldn’t have—something that had led you into trouble with the wrong people. The money you had borrowed, the same money you thought you could pay back without issue, was now drowning you in debt. And it had all led to this moment.

Terry Silver, known for his power and influence, watched you from his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. You knew that if anyone could get you out of this mess, it was him, but you also knew that the terms of his help wouldn’t come easy. And with him, no one got something for nothing.

"So you’ve got a debt, huh?" His voice was calm but laced with an underlying power that made you feel small. You forced yourself to stay calm, not showing the anxiety that was beginning to take over.

"I'm sorry, Terry, I didn’t want it to come to this," you said, keeping your gaze on the table in front of you.

"Of course not," he replied, his fingers tapping lightly on the wood surface. "But here we are. The rules are clear, aren’t they? If you can’t pay, there are other ways to settle the debt."

The gleam in his eyes made you shiver. You knew exactly what he meant by those words. Terry Silver never did anything without there being a price to pay, and the price for your debt wasn’t going to be simple.

"What do you propose?" you asked, almost out of breath.

He leaned back in his chair, that playful smirk never leaving his lips as he leaned in closer. "I’m offering you an exit, but there will be certain payments required, either in cash or services. It’s up to you how you choose to settle the debt, but be careful with what you decide, because there’s no going back."

Your eyes widened upon hearing his offer, but you knew there weren’t many options. You couldn’t face the consequences of not paying the people now after you. And, though his offer felt like a breath of relief, you knew it also meant being at his mercy, one way or another.

You took a deep breath, trying to regain control of the situation, but you knew you had no power here. "What kind of service are you suggesting?" you asked, feeling your words leave your mouth with difficulty. Terry watched your nervousness, then slowly approached, his commanding presence filling the space.

"It’s all up to you," he said, his voice smooth and almost seductive as he stepped closer. "We can do this the easy way, or we can make it... interesting." The way he said it, soft and deliberate, made your insides twist.

"Interesting," you repeated, almost not understanding what that truly meant, but you knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

"Yes," he murmured, running his fingers slowly across the edge of his desk. "What I want, I want it all. And you, darling, will pay for it. But, as I said, you can choose... You’re free to tell me no, if you’re not willing to pay the price."

Seconds felt like hours as you processed his words. You knew you had no way out. Finally, you looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of mercy, but all you found was determination.

"What if I agree?" you whispered.

"Then we start now," he said, his body stepping closer to you, pushing you gently towards him until your chest met his. His hands took yours with unexpected strength, yet with the softness of someone who knew how to get what they wanted.

Your body responded to his proximity, though your mind was still fighting to maintain control. But something in the way he looked at you, the intensity with which he touched you, told you this was more than just a deal. It was something else entirely—something more visceral, more heated.

"You have no idea what you’ve just agreed to," he said, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I know," you said, and for the first time, something inside you completely surrendered. Whatever Terry Silver wanted from you, he would get. There was no turning back now.

The night turned into a game of power, control, and desire. As it progressed, the payments you had agreed to became more intense, more personal, and the price of your debt was paid in ways you hadn’t even imagined.

You had accepted their terms, and you didn't care what happened next.

Until he took off your blouse and his fingers brushed against your nipples, making them harden with pleasure. "Go ahead," you murmured, because there was no turning back, only the darkness of the path you had chosen. And you just hoped that at the end of the road there would be something more than darkness. But you knew it wasn't likely.

Terry looked at you with a smile of anticipation as his fingers continued to explore you, finding all the places where your darkest needs were hidden. And soon, his breath mingled with yours, creating a rhythmic sound that seemed to hypnotize your body.

You felt his fingers on you, exploring every part of your skin with the skill of a man who knew what you needed. You felt him caress your breasts, and then his mouth found your nipples, hardening them even more. "Please," you whispered, your voice barely a whisper.

His hand moved downwards until it found the waistband of your skirt. His touch was firm but careful as he removed it, leaving only your underwear. "You have such beautiful skin," he whispered, and his voice was enough to make you curl up on the couch, longing for something you didn't even know what it was.

"Hmm, yes," you murmured. His hand kept moving, climbing up your thighs, and suddenly, his fingers were inside you. "Ah," you screamed, surprise and pleasure mixed.

"I love how you react to my caresses," he said as he began to stroke you rhythmically. His breathing was quickening just like yours, but it seemed he knew exactly what to do, as if he knew what your body needed before you did.

The intensity grew rapidly, and soon your body began to tremble. "Do you want more?" he asked, his voice deep and excited.

"Yes, please," you murmured and felt your legs opening wider, invading his space. The next thing that happened was that his fingers moved inside you, finding a rhythm that seemed synchronized with your heart.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine," he whispered while looking at you. The intensity of his dark eyes captivated you, and you knew that at that moment, you were completely in his hands. There was no escape, only the path you had chosen.

"Oh!" you cried out when his fingers found you right in the spot. His smile widened as he looked at you with bright eyes. You knew you weren't going to stop, not until you finished what you had started.

"How do you feel?" he asked, and his voice was so excited that you couldn't help but smile.

"Great," you replied. The sensations were so intense that you couldn't stop screaming. His fingers kept moving, finding your most sensitive spots, and it seemed like each touch was going to make you explode with pleasure.

"I want to feel you," he whispered, pulling you closer. You felt his breath mingling with yours as he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. Then, his fingers found your sex again, but this time they weren't alone. His lips found yours, and the kisses turned into something much more passionate, more dangerous.

The next sensation was his hands removing your panties, and soon you felt completely naked in his arms. "Please, don't stop," you whispered as his mouth found your breasts again. Everything felt so intense that you couldn't keep going like this for much longer, but you knew it wasn't over yet.

"We'll see," he said, looking at you with the most seductive smile you had ever seen. "If you keep doing so well, I might give you an extra gift." And his voice was so dark that you knew you shouldn't accept his terms. But you could no longer say no to him.

"I understand," you said, feeling that you had no other choice. If Terry Silver gave you what you wanted, then you would have to accept his terms. And you knew that would only lead to more problems.

However, his touch was so gentle that you couldn't help but feel attracted to him. His fingers found your nipples and caressed them gently until they were hard with pleasure. Then, his mouth moved to your sex, and his tongue found the exact spot that would make you scream with pleasure.

The sensation was so intense that you couldn't control yourself, screaming as your body tensed with pleasure. But soon, the pleasure turned into an intense orgasm, and you felt yourself shuddering as your breathing quickened.

Terry looked into your eyes with a dark smile when he came out of your sex. "That was beautiful," he said, and he looked so excited that you couldn't help but feel proud. But soon he stood up and looked at you with something more serious. "That's not all, you understand?" he asked.

"So, do you want more?" you asked. You knew you had accepted his conditions, but you didn't know it would be so... intense. However, you couldn't refuse him, not after this. You understood that what had happened so far was just the beginning.

"Yes, I want more," he said, taking off his pants and showing you his erection. "And I'm going to give you everything," he murmured as you stood up. His touch was so strong that you felt your breath completely stop.

"Are you sure?" Terry asked, as his breath mingled in a symphony with yours.

"Yes," you replied, knowing there was no turning back. You could no longer say no, after what you had been through. And you knew that if Terry Silver wanted something more, you would have to give it to him.

"Good," Terry whispered, caressing your thighs with his hands. Then, he pulled you closer to him with a strong but not violent movement, and his fingers found your hips with the softness that only an experienced man possessed.

"Yes," you said, your breath quickening. You knew you couldn't take it anymore, but you didn't want to either. Terry had made you feel something you had never experienced before, and you just wanted more.

And soon, you felt his erection slowly enter you. His touch was gentle at first, but soon it became something more passionate. His fingers caressed your thighs and breasts while he penetrated you, and your breathing became more and more intense with each thrust.

"Ah, Terry," you whispered. His touch was too intense, too passionate. You felt his fingers gripping your thighs as he penetrated you deeper and deeper.

"What's going on?" he asked with a dark little smile.

"That is... intense," you said. Each thrust was a mix of pain and pleasure. But I couldn't stop, not after what you had been through.

"I understand," he replied, while looking at you with a seductive smile. Then, he started pushing faster, and soon his breathing quickened as much as yours. "I want to see you come, I want to see you lose control."

You felt his fingers tighten on your thighs as he pushed harder, and soon, you felt something inside you begin to burst. The pleasure was so intense that you came and screamed as your body began to convulse in an orgasm.

Terry followed her a few seconds later, letting out a scream of pleasure so intense that it seemed to shake the entire office. His body tensed as he ejaculated inside you, and you knew you could never forget this.

"Mmm, I love seeing you like this," he whispered as he pulled away from you. His gaze remained dark, but there was something else there, something that almost seemed like... affection.

"I can give you more, I can give you whatever you want," you murmured as you slowly approached him. You felt him take your hands in his and draw them towards him with a smile. And you wondered, for a second, if there was something more behind Terry Silver's smile. Something that wasn't just a deal. Something more like love.

"But only if you want to," said Terry, and his voice was so soft that it seemed impossible. "You can tell me no at any time, you just have to tell me you've changed your mind." But if you do that, there will be no turning back.

You felt his dark eyes watching you and you knew that what you were thinking was not possible. You couldn't love Terry Silver, not after what had happened. He had forced you into this, he had taken things too far.

"But what if I change my mind?" you asked, and your eyes met his. You felt him blink for a moment, as if he were waiting for something more.

"You can do whatever you want, you can tell me no," he replied. Her voice remained so soft that it made you feel strange. "You just can't change your mind once you've decided to move on." And his words seemed so definitive that you wondered if Terry Silver was serious.

"I understand," you murmured. In that moment, you knew there was something beyond the deal, something more than a business transaction between you and Terry. You felt him take your hand in his, drawing you towards him with the gentleness of a man who knew what you wanted before you even knew it yourself.

"This doesn't have to be something bad," he whispered. "You could get something more out of this, something... good."

His words seemed impossible to believe. How could something like this be a good thing? How could something that started with a deal end up being something different?

"What do you mean?" you asked while looking into his eyes. You felt him smile, his smile was still dangerous, but there was something else there. Something that seemed... sincere.

"I can give you what you've always wanted," he said. "You just have to say yes."

And his voice seemed so sincere that it felt impossible to believe.

"And if I accept?" you asked while looking at him. You felt him lean his head towards you, and his breath slowly mingled with yours. "What if I change my mind?"

"Then, we can talk," he replied while stroking your cheek with his. "We can talk about what's going on between you and me." His words seemed incredible to you, but at the same time, something in you believed him.

And before you could speak, his lips found you. The kiss was as intense as the first time, so passionate that you couldn't help but react. And you knew there was only one possible answer.

"Yes," you murmured when he stepped away from you.

"Yes, what?" he asked while looking you in the eyes, his irises as dark as ever, but there was something there that hadn't been there before. Something like... love.

"Yes to everything," you replied and felt his hands hugging you tightly.

"I understand," said Terry. His breathing was still rapid, but he seemed calmer. Then, he took your hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss it. "Let's see if I can keep my promises, do you want it?"

"So yes," you whispered as you felt his lips find the palm of your hand. "Yes to everything." And you knew that something was going to change, something was going to be different after this.

But you didn't know exactly what was going to change. You only knew that there was going to be something more behind the deal.

And you felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes when Terry hugged you, the softness of his arms was so reassuring that you knew you would never feel alone again. You just hoped it was true. You just hoped this was something more than just business. That this was the beginning of something more. Something real. Something truly loving. Something that would allow you to love again. Something that would allow him to love Terry again.

"You can trust me," he whispered, and his words were so soft that you believed them.

[terrence-silver]

Beloved and 80s terry date night at a skating rink 😌 terry would probably buy the whole place for only he can look at beloved while they skate

Buying out property and real estate for those he loves is a classic Terry move.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi 😊

From crab dance prompt list 57.Love letters written in the dead of night for Terry and Georgia please 💞

Tagging: @kmc1989 @thedeadsingforme @mia1653 @kimbergoldess @cortmac1989

I can not believe how quickly this turned NSFW - it is the curse if Terry Silver.

Companion piece to:

Colic - Terry steps in when he realises you're struggling with Sebastian.

It’s three in the morning and Terry is standing in the kitchen with Sebastian tucked into the crook of his arm, guzzling the bottle of formula when he spies the pink heart-shaped post-it stuck to tiny cardboard box on the counter.

“What has mommy left for us little one?” He murmurs to his son as he tilts his head to read the note you’ve written.

For all of those 3am feeds, the post it reads, and for saving my sanity.

He hooks his finger on the lid of the cardboard box, lifting it to see a cupcake.  Not just any cupcake, but a red velvet one from the Hummingbird Bakery, Terry’s favourite patisserie in LA. There’s tiny red hearts sprinkled on top of cream cheese frosting. He swipes his finger through it and the way it tastes on his tongue is utterly divine.

It’s a such a thoughtful token of appreciation, he can’t help but smile as he flicks the post it over so he can write his own note.

Wake me up at the 6am feed and I’ll lick the icing off you. This is an order! X

He wakes up to the sensation of your mouth on him, that wet, hot heat enclosing around his cock as his fingers thread through your hair, hips arching.

“This is not what I had in mind.” He mumbles into the pillow as his dick kisses the back of your throat. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and that doe eyed innocence has him erupting on your tongue, his release spilling into your mouth as you swallow every single drop. He’s breathless as you kiss a heated trail up his chest, draping yourself over his spent form. His palm slips under the elastic of your silk pyjama shorts, smoothing over your ass as you nuzzle into the curve of his throat.

“You’re a bad girl.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over your temple. “I was supposed to fuck you stupid this morning.”

“I’m sure you can get it up again for me.” You tease, your breath ghosting in his ear as his hand slips between your thighs, coating his fingertips with your wetness. You sigh contently as he dips inside of you, fingers lightly pumping.

“I think you were right.” He whispers, using his free hand to guide yours to his stiffening cock. “You’ll be getting that fucking after all.”

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[karatekels]

KarateKels Story Masterlist

Hi everyone! I’ve decided to (finally) get my act together and make a masterlist post for all the requests/stories I’ve done so far. I’m going first by character, then adding Dark Desires October and TIGmas posts for if you’re looking for a ~vibe~. Links that have a * indicate the presence of smut, for if you just want to get to the good stuff! 😉

(I'll be going through these posts and updating them slowly when I can't bring myself to write, so if you see anything that needs fixing or you want to suggest ways to make this... less of a clusterfuck, please feel free to let me know!)

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Currently Writing:

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1. Cold Outside (a Jack Blaylock x Reader fic for TIGmas #12 - sorry for taking FOREVER, @babylonianqueenie; I'm really struggling to make this good!)

2. Solar Flare (a Jan Valek x OC fic)

Note: I am taking requests, but seeing that some of them are around a year old at this point, note that it may be awhile! I'm not planning on starting any of my own projects or theme-months until I clear out most of what I have, and thank you all for your patience!

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Terry Silver:

Silver Seduction: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3* | Part 4* | Part 5* | Part 6*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is the older sister of Jessica Andrews and has taken it upon herself to make sure young Daniel LaRusso stays safe after Jessica returns to Ohio. This includes accompanying him to seek out the training offered by Sensei Terry Silver and learning a few moves yourself from the handsome older man. When his true intentions are discovered, you completely cut him off, but he isn’t willing to let you go so easily. (Reader is in her 20s)

Chef’s Kiss: Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is dragged to a charity event by her parents where she meets Terry Silver. They discover that they have a mutual acquaintance, Daniel LaRusso, and Reader joins Danny at the dojo as she grows closer to Terry. Wanting to surprise him one day, she catches Terry relishing Daniel’s torture – now Terry has to make her see reason. (Reader is in her 20s)

Deluge: Part 1

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You get stranded in the rain trying to make your way to Terry’s place for Valentine’s Day, but Terry comes to your rescue, professing his love for you and taking you to his home where you belong.

An Honest Man: Part 1 | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You meet Terry at a party and aren’t impressed by his smarmy exterior, making him determined to win you over. Colluding with your easily wooed coworker, he talks you into a date and slowly seduces his way past your timid, untrusting nature.

Payment Plan: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader sees Terry training in the Cobra Kai dojo while on her way to work and develops a crush on him. They finally meet face-to-face and Terry invites her inside for a free lesson.

Bath Toy: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry takes a business call while playing with you in the bath but is interrupted by you not being able to keep quiet. To make up for the inconvenience, you let him use you underwater while he goes about his business.

Cat & Mouse: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is a rising star at Dynatox and has caught the eye of the boss himself. Despite being the Terry Silver, however, you adamantly reject his advances, forcing him to take more drastic measures to help you see reason. The two of you engage in a game of cat and mouse that culminates the night of a gala celebrating Dynatox’s successes.

Discipline Training: Part 1* | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry comes home early from a work trip and catches you touching yourself without his permission. He decides to punish train you in the third 'D': Discipline.

All's Fair: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader has been dating Terry for awhile, and he's been patient. When she surprises him with a date at their local funfair, he thinks she'll be willing to finally make their relationship physical. At the top of the ferris wheel, he makes his move. Dubcon.

Unjust Reward:Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Daniel warns Reader that Terry is nothing but trouble, and she tries to avoid him, but when she's being chased by a group of men she turns to Terry's dojo for help. He swoops in to save the day, but it turns out he was just saving her for himself. Non-con.

Clear as Mud: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You’ve tried to get Terry to open up about his time in Vietnam on more than one occasion, and while he’s been doing his best to help you understand, he ultimately decides that the best way to help you is to put you through something similar, hunting you in the middle of a forest at sunset.

What You Do To Me: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You and Terry have been together for quite awhile now and he is crazy about you. Before he can tell you that he loves you, he decides to test your loyalty by seeing how you respond to another man trying to seduce you at a gala. Once you pass his test with flying colours, he sneaks away with you to confess his love, and shows you just what it’s like to have his full devotion…

Turtle Doves: Part 1 | Part 2

(KK3 Cobra Husbands - Terry/Reader/John) It’s your first Christmas spent with both Terry and John, and everyone is nervous about what to give the others. While you’re confident in Terry’s (often overwhelming) love for both you and John, as well as your own feelings for both men, you’re still unsure of John’s feelings for you with the spirit of Betsy still a looming presence in everyone’s mind.

Songbird: Part 1*

(Terry through the ages) A series of snippets of Terry and his wife in the 90s, 00s and the present. Reader is a singer at the bar that Terry frequents as he hits rock bottom, and the two of you fall in love. Years later, the return of John Kreese into your husband’s live threatens to tear your marriage apart.

Lesson Learned: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is a student in Cobra Kai’s adult class and you and Sensei Silver are both clearly attracted to one another. After a month of teasing, Terry decides you’ve both waited long enough.

Strike First: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader and Sensei Silver have been eyeing each other during the dojo’s adult class for awhile now. While you never think it would escalate past flirting, Terry has had other plans, luring you to the dojo when no one is around so you two can get to know each other.

Prized Possession: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You accompany Terry to a charity event for the first time as a couple and he doesn’t appreciate the attention you receive from the other men in attendance. Upon returning home, he needs to make sure that you both know who you belong to.

As I Am: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You witness Terry and Daniel’s fight in Stingray’s apartment and desperately want him to lose control with you. Upon making you confess your desires, he gives you exactly what you need. Size kink.

A Better Offer: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) You are Daniel’s assistant at the dealership and a close family friend. When Terry drops by to gather information for his schemes, he decides to scoop you up and make Danny-Boy regret his mistreatment of you, giving you a dream opportunity: organizing the charity auction for Eva Garcia. The two of you develop feelings for one another as you work closely together, and as the events of the auction unfold, the tension between you reaches its boiling point.

Legacy: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry has fallen for the most promising student in his adult class, though she remains oblivious. Though he desperately wants to have her for himself, he fears rejection and settles for privately training her just to be close to her and build a legacy. Eventually, he runs out of things to teach her.

Fresh Start: Days 4 & 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Days 8 & 9* | Days 10 & 11 | Day 12-A | Day 12-B | Day 13-A* | Day 13-B* | Day 13-C | Day 14-A* | Day 14-B | Day 14-C

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is visiting LA for a few weeks and accidentally wanders onto the estate of Terry Silver, who immediately falls hard for the young woman. With only a few days to convince her to stay with him, he knows he has to pull out all the stops.

Scream for Me: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the "Fresh Start" universe! Reader makes the mistake of telling Terry that she can't believe he was ever scary, and certainly isn't that way now. Terry decides to teach her a lesson, hunting her in their own home until she admits that he is still very much something to be feared.

Wrapped in Red: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the “Fresh Start” universe! You and Terry are invited to a Christmas Eve charity gala by your rival for Terry’s affections, and you’re sick of having to endure her flirting with your man. Surprisingly, Victor has an idea that will make it certain who Terry Silver belongs to.

Eye of the Storm: Part 1* | To be continued…

(CK Terry x Reader) Trapped at the airport on Christmas Eve, Terry grows tired of seeing everyone around him with their families and loved ones, and impulsively decides to start a family of his own. Today. He sets his sights on you to get the job done, with you being none the wiser.

Guided Meditation: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry is fed up with your attitude lately, and decides to help you learn how to channel your pent up frustrations through more enjoyable pursuits... for him, anyway.

Party Favours: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You really don't want your birthday to be a big deal, but Terry is determined to strike the perfect balance, finding just the right way to spoil you...

Reunion: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |To be continued...

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the "Fresh Start" universe! You return to Terry weeks after your initial departure to begin your life together.

The Steadfast Tin Soldier: Part 1*

(Twig Terry x Reader) Terry returns from Vietnam on Christmas Eve, and you are the first and only person he wants to see. After years without so much as a letter, you two try to get to know each other once again.

Cash Ewing (Black Friday/The Kidnapping):

Disorderly Conduct: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4* | Part 5 | Part 6

A dark, tragic fic. Reader is a cop who has been working at the same precinct as Cash for awhile, and gets the vibe that something is... off. Trusting her instinct, she follows him to an abandoned building one day and catches him in the act. Unfortunately, he also catches her, and keeps her as a hostage while he tries to figure out his next move. (Takes place before events of the movie)

Person of Interest: Part 1*

You and a friend attend your precinct's Christmas party; the first time you'll be seeing your coworkers since you went undercover almost a year ago. Rather than the happy reunion with your partner and friend Cash, he seems anything but happy to see you. Locked in the basement together, you call Cash out on his BS and finally confront him about his feelings and your own.

Jan Valek (Vampires):

Heirloom: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6*

An enemies to lovers fic with Jan Valek. Reader is Jack Crow's daughter and a vamp-hunter-in-training. When Valek attacks the old Catholic school where the Black Cross of Berziers is kept and discovers his nemesis’s daughter, he kidnaps her in hopes of using her to lure him out but finds himself falling for her instead.

Saturnalia: Part 1*

Valek catches your scent on the wind and plans to feed on you, but after a single conversation with you can’t bring himself to commit such an act. Instead, he plans to find you at your friend's Winter Solstice Masquerade to be close to you, even just for the night.

Solar Flare: Part 1 | In Progress...

As vampires become a growing problem and the number of Slayers dwindles, the Catholic Church decides to perform another ‘miracle’, attempting to create a weapon that will be able to find the despicable creatures in any and all shadows that they may hide. Similarly to the botched exorcism of Jan Valek, the experimental ceremony that Rose Hanlon undergoes doesn’t go exactly as intended, and she escapes the city with a set of abilities she doesn’t even understand.

Gus Travis (Black Point):

In Deep Water: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

A dark non-con with Gus Travis. Reader is an undercover cop who has gotten in with Gus's gang to get the dirt on him and Malcolm’s crime ring. Gus gets wind of your deception and decides to punish you - for lying, for making him fall for you, for everything.

Terry McCain (Excessive Force):

Yule-Tied: Part 1* | To be continued…

You manage to get Terry to swear off work for a whole week to come with you to visit your family in New York City for the holidays. He has (unsurprisingly) charmed his way into everyone’s good books, so you decide to reward him with an early Christmas present when you get back to your hotel room the night before Christmas Eve.

Jack Blaylock (Ulterior Motives):

Coming soon…

The TIGverse (stories with more than one TIG character):

The NSFW Alphabet: Part 1* | Part 2*

A character study for both KK3 Terry and CK Terry. (I want to do more requests like these, so feel free to send in requests for my thoughts/opinions rather than full on stories if you want!)

A Tale of Two Terrys: Part 1* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader x CK Terry) You and your husband (CK Terry) are somehow joined in bed by his younger self, who had been wondering how his future would turn out. Initially protective, your husband talks you into letting his younger self have his way with you before joining in himself.

Mediation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9* | To be continued…

(Terry McCain x Reader x Cash Ewing) You are assigned as Terry McCain’s new partner after his previous partner – Cash Ewing – goes to prison for the crimes he has committed. Cash returns to Chicago years later, after his release and rehabilitation, and while he can’t be a cop anymore, he wants to make amends to those he has disappointed with his actions, most of all his former close friend Terry. Terry isn’t receptive to Cash’s attempts at reconciliation, and warns you to stay away from him, having grown very protective of his “work wife.” But you find something of a kindred spirit in Cash and want to help him get a second chance at life, deciding to do what you can to support the man and bring the two friends back together.

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Themes/Challenges

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Dark Desires October 2023:

Unjust Reward Disorderly Conduct Heirloom Scream for Me All's Fair In Deep Water

TIGmas 2023:

Person of Interest Saturnalia Clear as Mud Eye of the Storm The Steadfast Tin Soldier Wrapped in Red Yule-Tied What You Do To Me Mediation Guided Meditation Turtle Doves (Cobra Husbands) It’s Cold Outside (Jack Blaylock) Coming Soon...

Fresh Start Universe:

Fresh Start Scream for Me Wrapped in Red Reunion In progress More coming for Fresh Start February!

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AMAs (ask me anything):

Just in case you are, for some reason, interested in asking me about things or reading about what other people have asked me! (These are fun and I'm happy to answer pretty much any question you feel like asking!)

AMA1 | AMA2 |

[eemcintyre]

Surprise very spicy one-shot! (Terry Silver)

TW- daddy kink, humiliation kink, dacryphilia kind of, slight size kink, coming inside.

Summary- Reader is embarrassed to ask Terry (CK era) if she can call him by a title that I think is obvious from the TW

I have no idea what to call this or what dark recess of my mind it came from, but here's a very random little treat for y'all that I hope you enjoy <3 (P.S. happy vacation @karatekels)

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“There’s something you don’t want to tell me,” he realized. “I promise, whatever it is, I won’t be upset with you.”

“No. It’s not… It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, it’s…” The tension in her shoulders dropped from frustration as her voice fell to a barely audible murmur. “I can’t talk about it. I can’t tell you.”

“Come here; sit down.” Terry patted one of his thighs, spreading his legs slightly, beckoning her into his lap.

She glanced timidly up from her shuffling feet to his lap and decided it was better not to keep testing him, as that never seemed to end well for anyone. As he positioned her to straddle and face him, slipping his arms around her waist and feeling her tentatively settle into the familiar, comforting position, he continued.

“You know you can tell me anything, babydoll.” Her back tensed up again and he ran a large hand up and down her spine. “You’ve got me curious now.”

“I can’t…” She tried to wrestle back out of his grip, but he just held her tighter, stroking one hand across her back more firmly and digging the nails of his other hand into her over her clothes as a warning.

“Why? Are you worried I’ll be mad, that I’ll laugh, what?” He smiled gently in an attempt to get her to lower her guard, but she recoiled as much as it was possible from his inquiring expression and touch.

“It’s embarrassing,” she whimpered.

Now Terry was sure- between how she was simultaneously unable to even look at him but also constantly fidgeting against his body, to the pink flush that climbed her neck and had her cheeks absolutely glowing- this was about something sexual.

No longer having to worry about whether something was seriously wrong, Terry’s more mischievous and cunning instincts awakened. He leaned in to begin pressing gentle kisses along her jaw, seeking to both reassure her and heighten the humiliated arousal she seemed to be feeling. Though she still refused to tear her gaze from the wall behind them, her posture stiffened, breaths now coming in short gasps.

“You know I’ll give you whatever you want- all you have to do is ask me.” She opened her mouth, but he corrected her before she could speak- “You have to look at me, baby.”

She tried to curl into herself, hiding her face in the spot connecting Terry's shoulder and neck and letting out a frustrated whine before he pulled her back into his view, gripping her chin to force her to face him. He gazed at her expectantly, not wanting to be too harsh and intimidate her back into her shell, but sternly enough to compel her to obey. Several long seconds of silence ensued.

She swallowed hard, taking one of his hands in hers and toying with it; the action was something solid and concrete to ground her racing heart and thoughts, tracing the veins and his long fingers. He would allow her as long as it took to collect herself, but she was going to tell him what was on her mind. When she finally spoke, he was surprised at how much she managed to steady her voice.

“I was just wondering if… Can I… Can I call you daddy?”

Terry froze, momentarily forgetting to breathe as his vision went hazy and blood rushed to below his belt. When he didn’t immediately respond, she wrenched her chin from his grip and hid her face in her hands.

“I told you, never mind! It’s stupid and weird; it’s disgusting…”

“It is disgusting,” he nodded, his voice hoarse. He slowly pulled her hands from her face, revealing tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes as she tried her hardest yet to struggle out of her spot on his lap. In a sudden move he then yanked her hips so that they were flush against him and squeezed her waist possessively. “I want you to say it again.”

Her jaw went slack, eyes wide with shock as she croaked out “…Daddy.”

“Now, tell me exactly what you want, because I’m aching to give it to you,” Terry groaned, placing one of her delicate hands over his pants and the shape of his hardening cock. She shuddered, this time from arousal rather than anxiety, forcing herself to maintain eye contact as he guided her hand up and down his shaft.

“Please take care of me, daddy,” she whimpered, the title still feeling foreign on her tongue, but not wrong. “I’m so wet for you.”

He felt the last of her stubborn will to fight and hide from him diminish as she started to lean into his touch, melting into the warmth of his large hand over hers and his growing erection beneath it.

“I bet you are,” he replied in a smug, condescending tone that made her feel small and even more embarrassed, if it were possible. “That’s a good girl; keep going.”

She stuttered her way through a few more of the specifics of what she craved; the twisted things she wanted him to do to her that were all the more so with his new title in the mix.

“Don’t worry, angel,” Terry crooned, “Daddy knows exactly what you need.”

With that, he effortlessly swept her into his arms, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. Setting her on her unsteady feet, he undid every button and zipper with reverence, relishing the way she clung to him when her knees buckled.

Once she was bare for him, Terry pulled her back into his lap at the end of the bed, facing the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. It was nerve-wracking to be totally exposed to him while he remained clothed, especially as this image stared her inescapably in the face from the mirror. She clutched the arm he had looped around her stomach as he spread her legs open with his own and studied her hungrily.

“Just relax for me,” he cooed, stroking the inside of her thigh before running the pads of his fingers through her wetness. “Tell daddy how he makes you feel.”

She was already wet enough for him to work two fingers inside her and thrust at a slow but steady rhythm, feeling her fluttering walls suck him in. He looked up from his handiwork to the reflection of the mirror, admiring how his fingers stretched her. They could reach all the right spots inside her that her own fingers couldn’t.

“Hhhnnn, feels so good… ah! Oh…”

His rough fingers curled up and grazed that spongy spot inside of her that made her keen, bucking her hips against his hand. Her free hand shot out to grab his muscular thigh for support as she clenched uncontrollably around him.

“You take it so well for me,” he hummed, craning his neck to plant hot, wet kisses across the side of her face.

“You’re so deep.” She was already nearly sobbing as the obscene sounds of his fingers moving in and out intensified.

“Listen to how soaked you are. That’s all for me?” He took one of her hands in his and pressed a kiss to it, the tenderness of the gesture combined with his degrading commentary making her lightheaded.

“Yes!” she cried. The combination of humiliation and pleasure was getting so overwhelming that, in the interest of self-preservation, she shut her eyes and covered her mouth.

Terry wasn’t going to go for that. He wanted- and felt he deserved- every single look and sound he elicited; every gory detail. His reward for making her feel so good, even if it absolutely mortified her. In fact, that arguably made it all the sweeter. Prying her hand from her lips, he shook his head, sighing. “Oh, don’t get all shy on me again now. You love it when I humiliate you a little.”

She was unable to suppress a gasp at the pressure inside as he finally increased the pace of his fingers.

“Aaaahhh! God, fuck!”

He grinned. Knowing that she was getting close, he withdrew his hand from her pussy. She started to whine helplessly until he took her by surprise and flipped them both around. Now she was underneath him on her stomach, pressed to the bed, rendered speechless.

“That’s why you got all hot and bothered asking if you could call me daddy,” he remarked. They were still facing the direction of the mirror, and she eyed the reflection of him towering behind her from his knees on the mattress, undoing his pants. “That’s vile.”

After Terry divested himself of his clothing, he grabbed her roughly by the ankles, flipping her onto her back and caging her underneath him again. Then he lunged at her, sucking hickeys into her neck and collarbone, his thick cock prodding at her thigh, making her ache in anticipation. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders, drawing a guttural sound from his lips.

“Was your father not there for you when you needed him to be? Was he even around at all?” Terry growled, sounding both like he was trying to further humiliate her and like he was angry at the possibility of anyone having hurt her. Before she could choke out a coherent answer, he continued. “That’s okay. Now you have a man who will treat you the way you deserve,” Terry spat, finally sheathing his throbbing cock inside of her, to the hilt, all in one go. She wailed at the sudden, all-encompassing feeling of fullness. “Surround you with my love and fill you full of it until you can’t take any more.”

The innuendo was not lost on her and, as his balls smacked her ass with each thrust, the thought of him pumping her full of his come sent a fresh wave of heat through her. His powerful thrusts sent her bouncing against the surface of the bed. Each one was initially accompanied by a sharp twinge of pain, but it soon faded into the dull, perversely satisfying ache that she had become used to with him.

At this point, he had her folded nearly in half under him, white-knuckling her legs over his shoulders as he pounded her into the mattress. He would be the sole guiding, protecting and caretaking older male figure in her life from now on. Without interrupting his brutal movements, he bent to make out with her, sliding his tongue into her warm and unresistant mouth. At the simultaneous penetrating movements of his cock and his tongue, she melted in his grip, pussy gushing around him.

“You want me to give it to you?” he asked, breaking the embrace and leaving them both gasping.

“Please! I need you, please!” she pleaded, eyes starting to well up again from the complete and utter overstimulation of everything.

“And who am I to you?” Terry persisted, reason leaving his body as he drew ever close to the edge and the sick animal in him fully took over. He was desperate to draw every last descriptive detail out of her even if it meant overwhelming her to the point of a complete breakdown. He pinned her wrists against the bed, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, only tearing his eyes away from hers to observe the faint outline of his dick rearranging her insides.  

“Daddy!” she cried, the tears finally rolling down her flushed cheeks, her hands fisted into the blankets. Every stroke now had him in danger of blowing his load. He demanded again through gritted teeth:

“Who’s your daddy, baby?”

“You! You are!” she screamed, body trembling violently and words then dissolving into moans as she came all over his cock. The intensity of her pulsating around him was enough to finally set him off as well, and with a few more forceful, erratic thrusts, he came so hard that his eyes nearly rolled back, cock twitching, pumping his come into her with every pulse.

“That’s it, that’s my sweet girl,” he murmured various soothing words in her ear, slipping a hand under her ass for leverage and to fuck his come even deeper as they each rode their orgasm out.

Before he had a chance to pull out, she reached up to maneuver him so that he was laying on top of her, finding the weight calming as the spinning sensations in her mind and body stilled. He was content to oblige, tucking his face in the crook of her neck and taking in the heady scent of their combined perfume, cologne, body heat and sex as he worked to slow his ragged breathing back to normal.  

[mrgriffiths]

A request for what would it be like for a fem reader to be stalked by Terry Silver.

Thankyou.

I'm so sorry for taking this long! Only a month late O_O

𝕾𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝕾𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯

<<𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜>>

- Mr. Silver had been associated with all kinds of people throughout the decades. He's seen the good, the bad, and the in-between. Ultimately, everyone just became a means to an end. So, for a lady to catch his attention? It would have to be someone who is different than what he's used to... even in the slightest way.

- In the 80s, he's a playboy. Always seen with models or with women who have a million dollars to their name or two in the upper crust society. The kind that he'd flaunt around with the intention of showing off his status. These conquests wouldn't last more than a few weeks. He gets a rush out of just seeing the paparazzi in a craze to get the latest scoop on him all while he is fully in control about what gets let out to the eye of the public, even the 'leaked photos'. Everyone is merely a puppet in his world, and it gets him cackling at the very thought of it.

- But that's not all. Hell, it's the tip of the iceberg for Terry. He'd indulge in the mediocre bar dancers and hookers from the dingy parts of LA and likely all over the world too, the man's got to travel for business and he's got to keep himself entertained while he's at it! Women would practically fall at his feet just for a chance, a billionaire with looks and charm that could put the best models and actors to shame.

- So I'd imagine that the kind of lady that would catch the eye of Terry Silver would be someone who he'd seen whilst pretending to be a commoner, a broke karate instructor who's got a blue pick up truck that isn't in good shape. A random woman who works or lives in the area, just a few blocks away from the dojo. Probably isn't one to be seen as a fast or pretentious like himself. One who would generally be described as sweet and humble but would stand her ground if she's pushed too far. I think he'd like the challenge of molding someone to his liking while they have a fighting spirit in them. Makes things a whole lot more interesting.

- It would start off small. Him keeping an eye on you every day, memorizing your daily times of leaving for work in the morning and returning home. The route that you take, whether you walk, take the bus, or travel using your own vehicle, that would most likely be of the same value of his blue pick-up truck. The people that you interact with on the way.

- He'd hire a team of private investigators to get every bit of information about you after you seem to be stuck in his head even while he's coked out in the sauna. 'Nothings for free' there's a price that you will have to pay for occupying the thoughts of Terry Silver, borderline obsession sinking in.Your past, your family heritage, everything right down to your passport and social security number. Any past lovers and their history, too. If you happened to have a lover at the time, they'd swiftly be removed from the picture. He's all about the extremes, and no one will get in the way of him getting what belongs to him.

- Whilst you're away from home, he'd enter with the spare key that he'd seen you put under the small pot plant near the door although a mere door lock isn't something that would be hard for him to pick. Your apartment is small but clearly lived in. He'd have a look at everything you keep around, your drawers and shelves memorizing your interests. Your wardrobe and accessories will definitely get an upgrade in his home. He probably keeps something of yours for himself as a momento of you, your scent lingering on it. You seem to have not found one of your underwear in your laundry this week. That's strange...

- He'd come by and hide in the dead of the night to watch you in your natural state. Your mannerisms and what makes you feel relaxed. The type of shows you watch, the food you cook and whatever else you like to do in your spare time, your hobbies. He'd provide you with it all and more when the time comes. You'd get the weird feeling of having eyes on you, yet everything seems to be normal, and everything around is still in place. Nothing out of the ordinary. He'd even follow you to work and at the spots you chose to spend your leisure time at. Watching who you confide in and who you wouldn't associate with.

- After days, maybe even weeks of stalking his prey, Terry might come over and introduce himself to you. Just taking a walk on the street and offers to help you with the groceries one day. "Hey, need a hand with that?" All smiles and very friendly. He'd pick up the conversation easily with you coming off as innocent as possible. "Terry Silver, nice to meet you! I actually run the dojo a few blocks ahead." He'd tell you whilst offering a handshake after setting your groceries on the kitchen counter..

- That night whilst getting a good soak in the tub, he'd be on a call with John absolutely cackling about it all and going over the details of his plans for you. "Oh yeah! I'm just getting started, John!"

- Present day Terry Silver has a much different style and approach to this kind of situation. His playboy reputation all cleaned up, and the CEO of Dynatox Industries, who used to illegally dump nuclear waste, is now seen as someone who is an environmentalist more than anything. He's sober, has been to therapy, and is now associated with 'like-minded 'people. Yet everyone is still a means to an end, and he's just wearing a mask in front of these people. They don't know him the way they think they do, nothing of his time in 'Nam and certainly nothing about his old-time friend Captain John Kreese..

- It isn't likely that a woman from the upper crust would get his attention this time around either. All of these people are around him because of his money and reputation anyway.. if anything, they would end up just like Cheyenne Hamidi. In this case, it's likely that the woman who catches his eye would be someone who works for him or maybe comes around to one of his dojos. After observing you for a while during the class and afterward in his office through the many cameras installed in the dojo, he'd come to the decision that you are going to be his. There's definitely a fire in you if you have the guts to try out something like martial arts even if you don't know what it is that you're getting yourself into..

- He'd take full advantage of the presence of technology these days and find out everything he needs to know about you. Stalking your social media accounts and using all means possible to get information on you. Again, he'd have everything on you down to the very last detail. No lover or potential lovers will get in the way either. All of that will be taken care of.

- He's more direct in his approach this time, he'd come off as the sensei who's intimidating during training with the most piercing eyes in the room, but the most humble and understanding man outside of it all. He'd make you feel like you could trust him and confide in him whenever you needed to. He'd easily gaslight you into the entire situation, making it seem like it was you the whole time, and he'd be downright successful.

- He'd talk you into telling him everything about you in the shortest amount of time and have you invite him over to your home with ease. He's an old man, he doesn't have all the time in the world to play these games like back in the 80s as much as he liked the chase he would likely speed up the process tenfold. He'd have a look around your home whilst you're in the kitchen or bathroom, and he'd memorize it all. Not a sound would be heard from him. For a man as big as him, he's the quietest. You'd often get spooked by his sudden presence around you.

- You'd find yourself running into him a lot these days, but you couldn't put anything past a coincidence. After all, he's the nicest person you've come across. He's probably got your phone taped while you were non the wiser. Everything you do would ultimately be in his control without him even moving past the facade of friendship with you. Your friends and family start to get distant, but Terry is always there whenever you need it... Once a snake has you secure in its coil, there's no escape other than that of death..

[itsnesss]

Hey could I please make a request for Terry Silver young or old with a newly employed maid reader with juicy smut lots of juicy smut

𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 | terry silver × fem!reader

summary | you’re a maid at terry silver’s mansion, and your first day is tense, as you clean, you feel his intense gaze, making you nervous and strangely drawn to him. one day, while in the kitchen, you accidentally knock over dishes, and terry steps in close, the tension grows, and before you know it, you're in his arms

warnings | age gap, power dynamics, inappropriate workplace behavior, tension, smut, explicit content,

word count | 1.2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You have recently been hired as a maid for Terry Silver's mansion, a man known for his power and control. Your first day has been much harder than you expected. The mansion is enormous, and it seems like it never stops needing tidying up. But the worst part is Silver's presence: always so elegant, so calm, so... imposing. Sometimes, it feels like he's watching you more than necessary.

As you continue cleaning the hallways, you feel his eyes on you. You discreetly turn around, only to find his gaze fixed on you. You can't help but shiver. His smile, although polite, carries something that makes you nervous.

"Hope I'm not causing you any discomfort, Miss," he says. His voice is soft, almost as if he's testing something, measuring your reactions.

"No, sir. I'm fine, just focusing on finishing..." you reply, not wanting to appear uncomfortable, but the tension in the air is undeniable.

You keep cleaning, staying busy, but at every moment, you feel there's something strange between you and him. Every time he crosses your path, his words are brief but laden with an energy that makes you feel smaller and, at the same time, strangely drawn to him. Like you're about to do something you shouldn't.

One day, while you're in the kitchen, he enters without warning. You jump, accidentally knocking over a tray of dishes. The plates crash to the floor with a loud clatter, and you quickly crouch to pick them up.

"Careful," Terry says, approaching with a disturbing calm. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

When you stand up, he's closer than you expected. His eyes shine with something you can't define, and suddenly, everything seems to grow denser. The air between you two becomes thicker, heavier.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his tone now lower, almost with a hint of concern, but his proximity makes you feel vulnerable.

Your body reacts to his closeness, a sudden warmth spreading across your cheeks. And even though your mind screams for you to step away, something inside you urges you to stay. The way he looks at you, as if searching for something within you, makes you feel so small, yet somehow powerful, as if you're on the edge of something you can't stop.

"Yes... yes, sir. It was just an accident..." your words sound empty, but you can barely concentrate on what you're saying. Your whole being is on alert, waiting for his next move.

Then, almost imperceptibly, his fingers touch your arm, a subtle but electrifying caress. The brush of his hand against your skin makes you catch your breath.

"You're very careful, but you don't have to be so hard on yourself," his voice sounds much lower now, much closer.

It's as if the rest of the room disappears. It's just you and him. The tension is palpable, electric. Suddenly, you find yourself in his arms, and you don't know how you got there, but you can't deny that you feel strangely comfortable.

"I don't know if this is what you expected..." you whisper, your lips just inches from his.

"It’s exactly what I expected," Terry replies with a dangerous smile, and in that moment, everything changes.

The kiss is inevitable, as if the universe itself conspired for it to happen. His mouth meets yours with an intensity that takes your breath away, and soon your hands are on his chest, pushing for him to come closer. The heat between you two intensifies quickly, and what started as a spark becomes a fire that consumes any trace of doubt.

And when the clothes fall, the fire becomes uncontrollable.

Suddenly, you are on the kitchen table. Terry stares at you, with a thirst in his eyes that makes you tremble. His hands caress you, taking in every curve of your body and exploring it with deliberate slowness. His lips move with a voracious hunger, finding every corner of your skin and making it his own.

The sensation is overwhelming, as if every cell in your body is waking up to enjoy the passion unfolding around you.

And then, Terry penetrates you, his hard and eager member. The pain is intense, but it mixes with a sensation of pleasure that leaves you breathless. Its rhythm is slow, but determined, as if it knows exactly what you need to completely let go.

The room becomes dark, you can only feel the world through the sensations that run through your body. You are so close to the limit, but at the same time, so far away... as if there were no end to the agony you feel.

"I have to see you..." he says then, stepping away from you a little.

This is how he sees you: naked on the table, surrounded by plates and glass, and completely surrendered to his will. And for a moment, you feel something you had never experienced before: fear.

But the fear disappears as soon as it arrives, when Terry returns to you and begins to caress you with a tenderness that makes you forget that you are a servant in your owner's house, that you only have to do what you are told, and nothing more. You are only his, and he is the one in control.

The room remains dark, but your mind begins to shine with the idea that you can be something more. Something more than the housemaid.

"I want to see you scream," says Terry with a voice that sounds so close to your ears that it makes you jump.

And it is at that moment that it begins again, his hands on your chest, his fingers on your breasts. What had once been a gentle touch now becomes a deliberate massage. He touches you with a confidence you cannot deny, and soon you begin to feel the sensation of falling again.

"Terry!"you shout with an intensity you didn't know you had.

The sound of his name on your lips makes it stronger. His arms embrace you and push you down onto the table with a force that makes you completely lose control. His body beats in harmony with yours, as if they were destined to be this way.

"Ah..." Terry suddenly shouts. "My God!"

And in that instant, you feel something inside you explode. It's as if the fire that burned in your soul had found its release, and your body was the means for it. You are exhausted, but satisfied, as if you have fulfilled what was meant to be.

And when reality returns, you only have time to see that the kitchen is covered in shards of glass and broken plates. Everything has changed.

You have to do something to repair the damage you've caused, but Terry stops you.

"Don't worry". He smiles at you. "You should know that in my house, there is no place for indecision. And if you don't like it... you can leave. But I don't think that's what you want".

The sound of her laughter sends a chill down your spine.

"Then, there's no problem. You can continue being my maid... but it will also be something more".

And with that, the tension between you and him becomes so evident that you can do nothing but nod, and wait for what comes next. Because you know that after all this, nothing will ever be the same again. And you can't help but feel that you want more... much more. After all, you have learned that in Silver's house, there is no place for indecision, only for desire, passion... and absolute control. Everything at your mercy, if you know what you want. And now, you know exactly what you want: Terry.

[terrence-silver]

How do Terry and the kids spoil beloved on mother's day?

I would like to hear about twig, 80s terry, and old man terry. But if you only want to do one, I would like to hear about old man terry's perspective. Thank you!

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See, about these 'what would Terry do for holiday x and y in relation to his beloved' asks; I don't think he would need a specific date, whatever that date may be, to lavish his people. People he considers his.

No, with Terry Silver devotion and his penchant for the love language of acts of service are both so aggressively overpronounced and unbelievably overwhelming that in layman terms...every day could effectively be Mother's Day. Or Valentines. Or Christmas. Or Easter. Or whatever else. You name it. He doesn't strike me as the type of person limited by a calendar or an individual who would wait all years 'round to do something for someone that belongs to him; no, the lavishing, the dinners, the presents, the luxury --- all of that happens here and now, this very instant, whenever and however the whim and fancy strike him (which could be always and constantly) on this regular Wednesday or Friday or Sunday. Or all week, really. It could be midnight. Could be three in the morning. Could be the dead of night. It could be early dawn. Could be the middle of the work week. Could be a blizzard. Could be midday. Could be pouring with rain and the Santa Ana winds could be storming through California as we speak. He takes control of the narrative because control is what he feeds off of. Terry Silver is literally the type of guy who'd phone you up from your sleep, regardless of circumstances, to tell you he has an overseas jet waiting right along with a chauffeur already parked in front of your doorstep, because he has something special planned for you in (throws dart) Tokyo, several timezones away, suits, dresses, footwear, jewelry and all the accompanying knick knacks included and if you ask what's the occasion drowsily he might just cackle into the phone and explain he needs no occasion. He is the maker of occasions and occasion is when he says it's an occasion.

And that's now.

This is literally the approach he took with John at the drop of a hat.

Johnny, my man, feeling blue?

You're going to Tahiti. Yes, right now! I don't wanna hear any arguing.

Heck, wait, I'll drive you there myself!

Man is generally so manic and high on life that you probably hardly even notice holidays as a concept anymore after a while because you're completely and utterly desensitized to the feeling of being spoiled and splurged on non-stop, randomly and to almost unhinged levels where overspending is concerned and to the degree you might be flown out to exotic locations on a whim, you end up presented with million dollar jewelry over breakfast, you're wearing custom-made couture he had specifically commissioned for you purely to lounge around in, he's buying priceless properties and antiques for you while he's in the bathtub and to him it is the equivalent of playing with a rubber duck while washing up or you wake up to a hundred red roses carted in by the staff every day, making all of this your new reality and the norm you become used to, instead of something unprecented that only ever happens every once in a while and something you specifically have to wait on, like, you know, a pleb.

With Terry Silver, you are like a prized cat bloated on excess fat and infinite attention.

That's Mother's Day to him.

And every other day as well.

It is a way of living.