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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.

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fangirlstorycreator · 8 months ago

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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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itsnesss · 17 days ago

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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 ��𝐟 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.

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai series #cobra kai x you #terry silver #terry silver x reader #terry silver cobra kai #terry silver x you #terry silver smut

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karatekels · 1 year ago

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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:

(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.

(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):

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):

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.

(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

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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):

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terrence-silver · 9 months ago

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You know the night in CK in S5 where Terry gets his home invaded, could you rewrite the night but with a heavily pregnant beloved?

The Honorable Thing To Do.

Mike Barnes, Johnny Lawrence, Chozen Toguchi (POV) and the non-shippy presence of Reader!Beloved x Terry Silver (Only Mentioned).

Inspired by this post.

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-"Man, this asshole has more statues than a Vegas casino."-

Johnny Lawrence remarks stumbling through the main pathway of a vast estate comprised of an immaculate trimmed green lawn that resembled a carpet fenced in from all sides by tall, palatial walls and an unusual amount of marble figures dotting the grassy spaciousness of the garden that followed them along the eternity of the grounds, casting long, dark shadows in the cover of night — pillars of carved, pale stone illuminated by a faint moonlight, vines coiling around ankles and wrists, growing in the crevices and curves of sharp, stony edges, seeming like they were deliberately allowed to grow there by a skilled, devoted gardener instead of being old, mossy and unkempt. It was sleek.

A clearly new addition to the fortress of the dragon.

It was quiet, too quiet, as they snuck in, or at least tried to, somehow, in their inebriated state, the sound of their footsteps along the tiled pavement echoed back as uncharacteristically loud in his ears. What struck Chozen the most, he supposed, that they were all chiseled images of women made out of white granite and that the enemy’s domain, well, it was undeniably beautiful, all palm trees, perfectly kept magnolia bushes, decorative rocks, vines and a sleek, colossal front door in front of them, made from what seemed like polished, pitch black Oak. This was it. End of the line. Mike Barnes wordlessly lifts his leg on instinct, intending to crash through with a kick only to be stopped by a slurring Johnny. One too many drinks tonight. No good. The feeling here wasn’t good either. Not what Chozen expected it to be going in. Too serene. Too lulling. Like the quiet before the storm. Like an ambush. A trap on the enemy's own turf and territory. Chozen carefully leans against the surface of the mansion’s entrance, intent on listening. Trying to catch a sound from the great indoors. Complete and utter quietude. He’d almost prefer it if he’d catch the sound of something. Anything. -"No, no, no. That looks heavy as shit. You’ll break your foot."- Johnny chastises, shoving Mike out of the way, getting into a stance of his own instead. -"I’ll do it."- He offers blatantly, and no, not smart, Chozen concludes. They weren't smart right now. They were drunk. Not drunk enough to not be aware they were drunk. Last thing they needed was to trigger whatever hidden alarm system this manor had in place by breaking down the front door and causing enough noise to wake up half of the city. For a man of this much abundance to leave his home unattended, it just wasn’t feasible, but to his surprise, the palm of his hand resting on the dark wood moves and the door slides ajar along with it.

Unlocked?

And no one at home?

Why?

If it the questions didn’t compound skyhigh by then, they’d certainly tumble over right there and then, like a tower made out of cards.

He leads the way, figuring someone had to, and he gestures, ushering the two men behind him into the darkness, minding his steps trying to keep their balance along the surface of the floor that blurred and narrowed through the haziness of his eyesight, causing him to stumbling into what seemed like an open, marble floor lobby descending into small winding corridors, somewhat labyrinthian in nature, if memory served from his last visit here. Many rooms. Many cameras. Many hidden places. Many weapons, Chozen reminds himself, nearly jumping if only due to a momentary distraction, fingers squeezed into fists on the ready, long shadows cast by the reflection of the lobby’s mirrors concealing the silhouette of a person, standing in the doorway quietly. Not large enough to be Silver himself, but nonetheless, a somebody. His intuition told him it was too silent on premises; that something about that was innately suspicious, and as if on cue, Lawrence’s reaction is the loudest, breaking through the noiselessness of the hall, cutting like a knife, putting all three of them on immediate alert and the shadow shaped like a person stirs and moves, head and shoulders perfectly sharp in outlines against the light coming in from the garden, the body shapeless, a black blur in the murky dimness of the entrance foyer. The face? Concealed and pitch black. Seemingly almost entirely featureless, save for the tip of tip of a nose. The outline of a mouth. Someone who deliberately avoided moving to, in equal measure, avoid detection. -"Holy shit!"- Johnny yelps, staggering forward, eyes squinty, like he was trying to make out the details in front of him and failing to do so with precision, only for his nostrils to widen with surprise, leaving Chozen to stare back and forth between him and the blackness at the edge of the immense atrium. -"What’s this? Molly Ringwald in ‘For Keeps’ meets the Poltergeist or some shit?"- Johnny stutters and the confusion deepens, swirling, the reference an unknown, and quickly rendered irrelevant once Chozen catches the outline of a hand on a torso traveling lower, landing on what he recognized as a belly. The airflow of breath hitches in his throat. There was nobody here but a woman in a wide nightgown, halfway embracing herself for comfort, in an obvious bout of anxiety judging by her body language.

Someone terrified of them and trying not to show it.

-"I’ll call the police."-

She says, trying for an obvious air of firmness in an attempt to intimidate them, but her voice coming through shaky. Scared. Her demand unintentionally relayed more as a plea, less like a threat. The needle of instant regret is there, looming, pinching something inside of Chozen, digging beneath layers of skin.

Hostage?

No, no. Something else. A hostage would immediately run over, pleading for help.

Begging to be rescued.

-"He keeping you here by force or something!? Okay, where’s the cameras?"-

Johnny bombastically voices his exact concerns, spewing fire, staring daggers at the corners of the walls looking for blinking red lights watching them from some hidden security room, practically spitting his words and Mike brushes past him, ever the irritant, nearly crashing into him, unfettered, voice gruff and unimpressed, his footsteps loud, wide and booming. Impatient. Determined. Like he intended to demolish the place just for the sake of doing so, irregardless if the owner was present to see it or not, perhaps precisely because he wasn't present to see it or even stop it, giving him no fighting chance, intending to strike from the back, unexpected, kicking below the belt. Aggrieved former student. Lots of anger. He leads the way, practically charging as he ranted in stride, marching deeper into the foyer.

-"I know this guy’s tricks and he’s full of them! A subversion. To distract us. Don’t fall for it! He did worse crap for far less! But, this one’s really bottom of the barrel! Lets go!"-

The needle presses on invisibly and Chozen reaches forward, running after Barnes before he could do something bad, grabbing his forearm, stopping him. Dragging him back. The garden light illuminated by solar pipes and flares casts a ray of distant, pale brightness on the human shaped silhouette in front of them, and all Chozen sees is dignity veiled by fear, frozen in place. This was the shadow’s home and it didn’t intend to flinch, but was nonetheless too frightened and too alone to fight back. This was someone important. To Silver. The hand on the end of its torso guarding someone even more special. -"No."- His demand is final. Simple.

-"His woman."-

He explains hastily, watching Barnes’ face grow from a mask of fury to complete and utter bafflement, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, mouth sliding agape, his wrath caught in a stalemate, having nowhere to go or to be channeled, Barnes expresses it by yanking his hand free and pacing vigorously, not unlike someone trying to walk off the side effects of their intoxication. Clear their head. This was Terry Silver’s woman and his unborn child they just stumbled upon. Johnny approaches him in the midst of Barnes doing exasperated circles around the room, head thrown back and he looks at Chozen, really looks at him, extending his arm forward, pointing at the person who’s acquaintance they accidentally made. Chozen imagines a baby’s crib, standing in a bedroom. A curtain. Terry Silver looming above it. Watching out into the night. He lied. He lied when they talked about their true ambitions. When Silver said his one regret was not having any children to continue his legacy. It was obvious now. He lied, because he didn't want anyone to know. Not the genuine facts of the matter. Didn't want anyone to jeopardize any of it. When a man starts lying about things in order to hide them, a man's keeping a weakness hidden, willing to do anything and everything to avoid having it be exploited by outside forces. Chozen closes his eyes, contemplating things. Big mistake. Coming here. Huge. -"The guy’s like eighty!"- Johnny shouts, outraged. Sato was eighty too at one point in time and he had entertainers come over at the end of every work week to pour his Sake too. Being old meant nothing. The puzzle pieces, though. They fall into place. Creating a cohesive picture. An understanding. An understanding only confirmed once the face of the person in front of them is partially illuminated from a nearby window and the recognition is near instant. It hits him like a flash of lightning. -"All over the garden."- Chozen attempts to explain, certain he wouldn’t be outright understood anyway that he was trying to tell them that they bypassed this silhouette at least half a dozen times, only in the form of carved marble. Silver had filled the premises of his estate with her likeness. Unbidden, Kumiko comes to mind and all the ways their village used to be plastered with the home made variation of posters whenever she’d perform during celebrations. She too, was loved. By everyone.

-"His woman."-

He carefully points to her and then lower, to the protective shield of her hand and what it was hiding.

At this point, Chozen’s whispering, as if though him speaking could actually disrupt the nap of the unborn in the womb, catching himself doing it, feeling the tipsiness engulf him like a swift tide and finding the gesture silly.

-"His baby."-

Johnny scoffs in a mixture of disbelief, drunkenness, snark and the obvious feeling of being entirely at a loss for words, joining an exasperated Mike in their nervous, anger-fueled, partially embarrassed pacing. Sensitive topic? Due to his and Carmen-san’s blessing on the way? They should go. They should go now. You lift up a nearby object from a nearby commode, placing it over your head, defensively; a warning to anyone, that if they step closer, or if they refuse to listen to the given demands, there was a blunt object at hand on the ready, even though, by the looks of you, the rounded, swollen shape of your belly outlining and rounding the edges of your night gown, Chozen was certain you’d attack no one and certainly not three men, calling your bluff. That you couldn’t even if you wanted to, and that grabbing what seemed like a metal, decorative candle holder was simply meant to highlight your horror and desperation and how badly you wanted to be left alone, like a cornered animal bearing its teeth. Your voice squeaks and instinctively, Chozen lifts his hands up, trying to pacify you. Assure you that he wouldn’t. He wouldn't hurt you and he wouldn't let anyone else hurt you either. He left the path of dishonor behind a long time ago, taking a step back, wanting to disappear as uneventfully as possible, fingers hooking themselves into the seams of Johnny’s sleeve and dragging him back with himself too, once you plead, eyes shimmery in the darkness, brightened by the presence of suppressed tears. Daniel and Amanda-san never told him about the existence woman and they lived here for decades. Did they know at all? -"Please, leave. Please."- You beg, out of breath, standing your ground frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, looking like it hurt to stand as long as you were standing in only your house slippers burdened under the weight of your own belly propped up with one arm. Barnes explodes, lounging forward, impatience and impulsiveness culminating in a roar fire that was harder and harder to put out by the minute, his legs floundering mid-movement. Like mud and water, it wasn't good putting together a drunk, pissed off man who's own family was under fire and the family of the man who did it all. Barnes was out for blood. Smelled it like a clumsy, starved shark.

-"I had enough of this crap! Had a couple of drinks, yeah, okay, but I’m not getting conned like this! Where is he!? What hole did he crawl into!? She could be literally anyone and we’re falling for the oldest trick in the book! You think paying an actor stand-in is beneath him!? Nothing’s beneath him! He’s the father of lies!"-

Chozen’s legs move on their own accord and without him even having the chance to think, and before he knows it, he’s cut off Mike’s way, placing his body in front of him like a barrier and his hand to the man’s chest, letting him go no further. There would be days for revenge. But, it would be not this day. This night. Decades of striving to make things right with one’s soul wouldn’t be lost tonight. Chozen invested too much in his soul to drag it through the gutter all over again. -"No! We’re leaving. Honorable thing to do."- He whispers, head bent, the open palm of his hand never flinching from the surface of Barnes’ chest heaving with irritation and then ultimately, cooling down in the cloud of surrender, brows furrowed like he loathed to be told what to do They came here to deal with Silver, fueled by the euphoria of liquid courage, not antagonize a sobbing, pregnant woman. Barnes' features dropped like he was willing to begrudgingly accept that.

Chozen turns to you, speaking softly. Slowly.

-"Our business not with you."-

He couldn’t tell what you looked like. Not entirely. Not in this lack of light.

But, he swears he spots the wave of relief wash over you through a blur.

He bows with his full body facing forward, bent towards you, feeling it’s the correct gesture, throwing in a tiny smile for good measure, wondering if it'll alleviate the tension in the air. Not come off as mockery. As disingenious. The battle is always between the combatants. Involving the innocent — makes the battle dirty. Low. Cheapens the victory. Cheapens even the act of participation itself.

Chozen reminded himself that mantra every day for thirty years.

-"Apologies for intrusion."-

He excuses himself in a clipped manner, lifting his lower body up just as quickly as he paid his respects and Chozen’s out the door, dragging the two fools along with him, giving one last quick bow once his foot stepped over the precipice, his hand closing the door behind him, watching you lower the candelabra, your shoulders suddenly dropping. -"Have a pleasant evening. Gomenasai."- He throws in a final line, speaking Japanese with the conviction that it sounded more sincere and profound than a mere 'Sorry' in English, closing the entrance to the mansion with a loud thud and exhaling, suddenly realizing he’s been keeping his breath for far too long and that Barnes and Lawrence were standing by his side, humbled, eying the door with incredulity, appearing defeated, halfway on the verge of barging back inside, halfway on the verge of questioning what drove them to come here in the first place, the answer being drinks. Mostly the drinks. Terry Silver would come for them for this, Chozen knew, if for any reason, then simply for daring to frighten someone his --- and he paces, walking away from the marble front porch, realizing he needed to be ready. They all needed to be ready. There would be war. For every single tear you cried here tonight. For every bit of stress you suffered. Possibly even the very fact that they saw you and discovered your existence in the first place when it was so obvious now the enemy wanted you hidden. Terry Silver wanted you hidden. -"That’s some bullshit!"- Johnny huffs, protesting catching up with him, Barnes right on his tail, appearing gloomy, eyes dark and distant. The estate grounds open up around them and there they are, marble women with marble eyes, staring into nothing. Lawrence stares at them with suspicion, gaze oscillating between watching the premises lest something came alive and jumped them from the darkness and being in Chozen’s ear, ranting feverishly in a quick stride. Your image surrounds the whole manor. Loved. You must've been very loved. -"I didn’t even know the ponytailed prick had a chick and a bun in the oven!"- Hai. Exactly. Precisely. Treasure’s no longer a treasure if everyone has a key to its keep. If everyone knows where it's buried. Chozen shakes his head, feeling his lips press into a firm line; something inside of him told him there would be consequences for this. A payback. A settling of the scores. And this time around, a lot more than just Barnes’ livelihood would burn and he couldn’t decide if Silver was more dangerous while he seemingly didn’t have who to lose or now that they discovered that he has.

-"That’s whole point. Not to know."-

He reaffirms humorlessly, slipping into the night.

#terry silver #chozen #chozen toguchi #johnny lawrence #mike barnes #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #tw; home invasion #tw; pregnant reader #tw; breaking and entering #cobra kai #kk3

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alessiathepirate · 2 months ago

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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.

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #terry silver x reader #terry silver x fem!reader #cobra kai x fem!reader #alessiathepirate

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mrgriffiths · 10 months ago

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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

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- 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..

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eemcintyre · 7 months ago

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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)

“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.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months ago

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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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moonkitty59 · 2 months ago

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Chapter 2

Summary: ____ Larusso after many years of anger and loneliness in her own home, she decides to leave her family home. The young woman decides to build her future alone, managing to open her own fashion company. She was almost fine alone, until a certain someone appeared in her life.

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•09/19/2013. •New York, United States

The next day at night, young Larusso (White) was getting ready for the party that his friend Cheyenne was giving.

___ it's almost ready, all that was left to do was put lipstick on your lips and you could go to the party. She was wearing a beautiful long dark green dress, which had a long manga on her right arm. She is wearing beautiful dark green heels on her feet.

The young woman takes one last look in the mirror to check herself and see if everything is ok.

She analyzes whether your hair tied into an elegant bun looks good. Seeing that you are ready, she decides to get up and walk downstairs, she reaches the door and leaves the house.

As soon as the driver sees you, he opens the door of the beautiful black car.

You smile at him and thank him as he enters. It closes and enters the driver's side to start driving.

While you're on the road, you decide to quickly turn on your phone to check the time. But see that Cheyenne sent you a message, so with a small smile you open it.

In the message she is asking if "you are already arriving". So you respond with a “yes.”

Just before you can turn off the phone, a message from an old acquaintance appears in your notifications. His smile slowly fades.

You frown, not expecting her message.

The person who sent you a message was one of your family friends. Mary.

You didn't expect her to text you, because you haven't seen her in years.

Well, the message was a photo of the people I once called family. Smiling happily as if there was no one missing there.

You gripped the phone angrily but with a small desire to cry. But he held on. So you decide to delete the photo and pretend you didn't see it.

You didn't need them anyway.

Now you are a successful woman.

___ White. The best stylist you've ever seen. Former number 1 karate champion.

You didn't need them. This was repeating itself several times in your head.

When you arrived at the party, you then got out of the car and went to the entrance to the event.

The house is very beautiful. It is big and has many windows.

Someone goes to her and takes her to where the guests are. Do you see that there are a lot of people talking probably about maybe business? You may never know.

You try to find Cheyenne through the place full of important people. Until you hear someone call your name excitedly.

She looks at the place and sees Cheyenne walking up to you excitedly and hugs you. Cheyenne is in a beautiful long red dress with a v-neckline.

--- I'm glad you're here! --- she releases you from the hug. Holding your arms looking at you with a smile. --- He comes! I have to introduce it to someone. --- she pulls you. --- He is very excited to meet you. --- she says excitedly.

You are a little incredulous with her but you say nothing, just let her pull you.

You walk to a part that was the VIP of the party. In this case, it was for her, the man who is helping her and you to stay.

As soon as you and Cheyenne arrived, you saw an older man with loose gray hair. He is wearing formal clothes.

He notices you and Cheyenne at the door, but his gaze stops on you, mesmerized by your beauty.

You are also paralyzed by the man's beauty, unable to start a conversation.

Cheyenne seeing that the two are staring at each other in silence. She smiles and sits down on one of the sofas in the place.

--- ___ this is Terrence. My business partner. --- says Cheyenne smiling.

The man stands up and walks over to you with one of his hands out for you to shake.

You realize that he is very tall and his height intimidated you a little.

--- Nice to meet you, Terrence Silver. --- says with his charming smile that could make many women fall.

With a small, equally charming smile, you shake the big hand of the man in front of you.

--- ___ White. Equally pleased to meet you. --- it says.

Neither of them could explain it, but that day something shone in both of their eyes.

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fangirlstorycreator · 3 months ago

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CK Terry Silver X Reader

Context: You have been feeling very unwell, and no matter what doctor you see, they just won't listen. But Terry is hear for you, and with his help, the answer to your illness is finaly revealed 💚

For months now, this awful pain has been ruining your life, it had been absolutely terrible. It was effecting you everyday, at least three times a day, even more sometimes. You noticed you tended to feel it the worst when you were eating or drinking a lot at once. You had seen every pediatrician in your local doctors for an answer, nothing. You then went to another doctors surgery, in hopes that a new person with a different perspective might know what's wrong with you. But yet again, noone could diagnose you or give you any help or advice. This had been going on for weeks but it felt so much longer, and Terry had been trying everything he could to help you. One night, Terry had just come back home from the dojo, still in his uniform, when he tried calling out to you.

"Sweetheart?....Sweetheart?......Y/N?"

When he got no response from you, even though your car was in the drive way, he knew something was up. He made his way through the house, before seeing you curled up in a ball, sat beside the bath with red raw eyes and tears staining your cheeks.

"Oh sweetheart!"

He says in a panic as he quickly kneels infront of you, wiping away your tears and holding your hand.

"You look like your in so much pain! Why didn't you call me? I would have been hear within minutes, you know that"

"I know babe, I know....but you've been like this with me for too long....I can't stand this anymore! No doctor or nurse will listen to me and I KNOW something is wrong with me. I can't stand this anymore, it just hurts so much"

"I know sweetheart, come hear"

He holds you in his arms as he let's you cry it out, he hated seeing you in so much physical and emotional pain.

"Have you managed to eat anything today?"

"I'm too scared to Terry, it hurts everytime I eat something, and I can't deal with this anymore"

"What about some soup? Just a little? Please sweetheart, you've lost so much weight from this, I'm worried for you"

He gives you a kiss on the forhead, trying to make you feel a little more at ease, but it doesn't work very much.

"Your right, I have lost weight, but I'd rather be too skinny than in pain all the time"

"Right! That's it! I can't have the woman I love struggling like this. Let's get some clothes and essentials packed up, I'm taking you to the hospital. And we're not leaving until someone helps you"

"What's the point Terry? Noone listens to me, so many doctors have told me it's all in my head. I don't know if I can hear more people telling me that"

"Sweetheart, you have been, and still are a very healthy woman with no history of illness in your family. The fact that it's a physical pain and it hasn't been anything you felt before, MUST be something wrong. Let me help you up, I'll pack your stuff while you just try to breathe through the pain, ok?"

"Ok babe"

He puts his hands under your arms to slowly help you to your feet, and guides you to the bed. Letting you sit down, he gets a bag and starts packing things for you, and him too. He wasn't going to leave you unless necessary. Once he did that, he put the stuff in the car, then came back and helped you into the passengers seat, even putting on your belt. One of the things he did pack was a file of all the things you have been tested for, and any diagnoses doctors have given you, that we're never confirmed. This hospital you were going to had been recommended by a friend of Terry, apparently his friend had gone in there for a simple check up, but they're checks were so good that they found an undiagnosed issue that could have cost him his life. This was the only place Terry could think of, he hoped that someone there would have an answer for you. He walked with you into the hospital, and the lady behind the front desk could already see that you were very unwell. She could see the pain and discomfort you were in, the dark and slightly red bags under your eyes, the pale skin and the shaking as you held onto Terry's hand for dear life.

"Hello, my name is Terry Silver, and this is my partner. She needs to see someone right now. We've seen every local doctor, pediatrician and nurse, and noone can find out what's wrong with her. She needs help, real help, and we're not leaving until someone does just that"

"Of course Mr Silver, your partner is clearly unwell. Let me take you both to a room upstairs"

She was very understanding, and took you and Terry to a room where a nurse helped you into a hospital gown and got you comfortable in a bed of your own room. A few minutes later, a male doctor called Dr James came in and started to speak to you both.

"Good evening Miss L/N and Mr Silver, what can I do for you tonight?"

"Doctor James, for a very long time I have been having this awful pain right hear. I've been to so many people who have misdiagnosed me, and noone seems to know what's wrong with me"

"I see, well we're going to do some tests on you, but we can't until you have fasted for a certain time. We'll keep you comfortable until then, and as soon as your ready, we'll test for what's the cause of your pain"

"Thank you"

Terry gave the doctor the file of all your previous misdiagnosed illnesses, so he can plan what to do.

"Do you think this doctor will find out what's wrong with me?"

"I really hope so sweetheart. I know, and you know that there IS something wrong with you, and this IS going to stop"

He says as he gently squeezes your hand.

"Thank you Terry, I love you"

"I love you too"

Later that night, the doctor starts to administer the tests, and you had your fingers crossed for anything that this doctor could find out. However, it would seem that it hadn't worked very well. The tests all came back negative, and he had no idea what was actually the cause. This destroyed you inside, why wouldn't there be any evidence of your pain? Why?

"I'm very sorry Miss L/N, but I'm afraid the tests came back negative"

"But there HAS to be something doctor! Please! I'm begging you! I can't take this pain anymore!"

"Miss L/N I've given you pretty much every single test we could give you, and nothing is giving me a diagnosis"

"But I've tried everyone! I've been to see an internist, a gastroenterologist, surgeons and doctors who all have had inconclusive tests, and yet they try and diagnose me with anorexia, acid reflux, anxiety! And none of them are causing my stomach pains"

"Now Miss L/N...is there any chance this could be all in your-"

Thankfully, Terry spoke up before the doctor could finish that sentence.

"Don't you dare! I won't have anyone telling her that she is crazy for this! This pain is real!"

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't offend you. But as a doctor, I need to think of all the possible outcomes of this issue"

This time, you spoke.

"Well do I HAVE to be starved for these tests? I know it hurts when I eat but I can't keep starving myself like this! My clothes are starting to wear me at this point"

"I'm very sorry, I do apologise and I will keep trying to find out the issue"

When the doctor left the room, you burst into tears, unable to hold it in anymore.

"Oh sweetheart!"

Terry said, sitting on your hospital bed and holding you in his warm embrace.

"We'll make sure that doctor ACTUALLY finds out what's wrong with you, I promise"

"Terry, I don't know how much longer I can keep feeling like this, is it really all in my head? It can't be right? I can't do this anymore"

"Sweetheart, I promise we will find out what's wrong. When he-oh? Wait a second? I've just thought of something"

"What?"

"Have you noticed that ALL the people you've gone to see....are men?"

"I...I never really thought of that. Do you think that's making a difference?"

"It's an idea, I mean, who else knows about the female body than another woman?"

"But everyone I've seen is a medical professional"

"Maybe so, but woman can be just as good, or even better medical professionals than men. Let's see what this Doctor James has to say once he comes back, and if there's still no answer, maybe we could try that route"

"At this point babe, I'll try anything"

Meanwhile, in the hallway of the hospital ward, Doctor James looks through some paperwork when a young and newly qualified nurse walked up to him.

"Hello Doctor James"

"Hi Nancy. Oh! Nancy! If I remember correctly, you enjoy investing special medical cases right?"

"Yes, I have been interested in any new kind of diagnosis, or any that stump others and just can't find out"

"Then you are the perfect person for this job"

"Job? Your giving me one of your patients?"

"She is a special case, she's been tested for everything I can think of, and still no answer. She is suffering with pains in her abdomen, and she has seen every doctor in her home town without any answer, and unfortunately, I don't know what else to try at this moment. I do have a few more patients to see who are in desperate need, so would you like a shot?"

"I'd love to! Where is she?"

Nancy walked into your hospital room, with a beaming smile.

"Good evening Miss L/N, Mr Silver. My name is Nancy, I'm the new nurse on this ward. Doctor James has told me about your unique case, so if your happy with it, I would like to see if I can help"

"You think you can find out what's wrong with me?"

"I do, I really do. For years, I have been fascinated with any illness that stump doctors. I can clearly see there is something wrong, and I'm going to go through every single kind of medical issue there possibly is. I promise"

"The fact that your happy to help Y/N, is wonderful enough Nancy. I was just telling Y/N earlier that I think having a woman's perspective could help her"

"I agree Mr Silver, right! Let's look at your file"

She reads it over and over again, leaving the room to bring in a list of many other tests that Doctor James and others haven't tried yet, she was determined to find the truth. But when she had poped out of the room, you were struggling with your hunger, you were so hungry that you felt like you will actually be sick, you needed to eat something.

"Terry, do you have anything with you? I'm starving"

"I do have some things, but didn't the doctor say you needed to fast for your tests?"

"Yes, he did. But he also said he'd find out what was wrong with me, and I can't go on anymore with an empty stomach. I really need something babe, please"

"The fact that you have tears in your eyes as you ask me that, I can't deny you this. And this doctor hasn't helped, and until this new nurse can, I want to help you feel at least a little better"

He reaches into the bag he packed and handed you a wrapped up sandwich with your favourite fillings.

"I love you so much"

"Me or the sandwich sweetheart?"

"You of course Terry....and maybe the sandwich too"

He just chuckles as he hands it to you, and the flavours hit you like a tidal wave, it had been so long since you had actually eaten anything decent. So what if it would hurt? You couldn't starve. About 5 minutes later, Nancy walks back in and sees you eating.

"Umm Miss L/N? Are you aware we are still doing tests? You needed to fast before-"

"I know, I know that. But I haven't eaten anything in so long, I needed to have something! I'm sorry ok, I just feel so weak, and I'm struggling-hhhsss AAAHHH!!"

That pain suddenly hits you like a bus! Making you fall back against the bed and crying out in pain.

"Sweetheart! Oh god! Please help her!!"

Nancy gets right into action as Terry tries to help you out, holding you in his arms and trying to rub at the sensitive area.

"Where is the pain Miss L/N?"

"Right hear!"

Nancy puts on a glove and gently feels the area where the pain is, just under your ribs and above your stomach.

"Ow!"

"I'm sorry Miss L/N, just try to take a slow deep breath for me while I listen"

She says putting her stethoscope to your abdomen.

"Hmmm? Strange?"

"What can you hear?"

Terry asks.

"It sounds like a 'wooshing' sound, that's strange"

Just that little sentence was enough to help elevate you, even if it was just for a moment.

"Babe I knew it! I knew there was something wrong!"

"Let me just get the ultra sound machine, we can see what might be happening in there"

A few minutes later, Nancy is putting some jelly on your painful area, and gently moving the stick over it.

"Ok Miss L/N, take a slow deep breath in.....and out"

Terry holds and kisses your hand throughout the breathing, he was so sweet.

"There! I see it!"

Nancy shouts out loud, her face is glowing.

"What? What's wrong with me?"

"The median arcuate ligament! MALS! You have MALS!"

"What is MALS doctor? And what's it doing to her?"

"A ligament is tightly wrapped around your celiac artery! It only expands when you eat food or large quantities, the reason noone has found it is because you had to fast before your visits! We can cut it laparoscopically, it's a very short,20 minute procedure. You have MALS Miss L/N, and we can stop it too"

"Oh thank you so much Nancy, I can't tell you how happy I am that you actually listened to me and found out what was wrong with me"

"Your very welcome Miss L/N, just give me a few minutes and I'll schedule your surgery"

She happily walked out of the room and you had a smile so wide that it felt weird to feel it again.

"I wasn't crazy Terry, I knew I wasn't crazy"

"I know sweetheart, I never doubted you for one second. Before you know it, you'll feel so much better"

You still felt the pain after eating that food, but now you knew what it was, you felt a huge weight off your chest. And hopefully, that will feel more literal after your surgery. Nancy was another 20 minutes before she came back, with two surgeons, already dressed in their sterile uniform.

"Alright Miss L/N, if your ready, we can take you down to theatre. We can stop this pain once and for all"

"Oh, you had me at ready"

The two surgeon's were just moving your bed, but before they took you, you gave Terry's hand one last squeeze.

"I love you sweetheart. I'll be right hear after your surgery"

"I love you too Terry, I'll see you soon"

And away you went, down to theatre, and put under anaesthetic to perform the surgery.

You awoke a few hours later, a little dased, but happy, very happy. You knew that the surgery would finaly fix you, and to now have someone actually listen to you and fix your problem, nothing could bring you down. Your eyes adjusted to the light and your surroundings, and in doing that, you spot Terry, right by your bed side, just as he promised.

"Morning sleepy head"

"Calling me sleepy head?"

You ask in a joking way, but with a slight gravelly voice.

"Your the one who looks like they need a hairbrush"

"Yes, well, sleeping on hospital chairs while you were in a nice cosy bed was unfortunately the cause of my scruffiness"

"And yet, you still look as handsome as ever"

"Interesting? You say that whenever my hair is messy"

"And sometimes, I am the reason it's messy, aren't I?"

"Trust me, I'll never complain about that. I need something for my beautiful girlfriend to hold onto..."

"(Giggle) Hold onto? Or grip onto?"

"Depends on how much of a bad girl you were being...."

Even in the hospital, and looking like you had been dragged through a hedge twice, Terry still flirts and stares at you the same way he would if you were wearing your little black dress and heels. You both smiled, and he leant in to kiss your forhead.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?"

"You know, despite just having surgery, I feel good. Really good. Like this huge weight has been lifted from me. Did Nancy say what will happen now?"

"She said she'll be back in a few minutes, she said she'll explain what will happen now that your out of surgery. But she told me it was a complete success, and you'll be just fine"

And as if her ears were burning, in came Nancy, holding your medical chart with a proud smile.

"I see my patient has finaly woken up. How are you feeling Y/N?"

"I'm alright. It does feel a little strange"

"It will for a while, don't worry, it's ok. You will have a small scar from where the surgeon did the operation, but other than that, your body will heal nicely. Now, you will have to stay hear for observation and to make sure your incision has healed. Some time between 3 to 5 days is how long it will take. But once you have the all clear, we can discharge you and let you go home. I do have to say though, you may find things a little difficult at first, but most people can go about their normal activities and routines within 4 to 6 weeks. So please don't do anything like lifting anything heavy, or working either. Not until that time has gone and you come back in for your check up"

"I'm absolutely fine with that. Honestly, again, thank you so much, for everything. Every other doctor I met made me feel like this was all in my head, except for you. You have no idea how much that means to me, just having someone understand that I wasn't just making this all up"

"I was just doing my job miss L/N. I took this job and your case because I knew this wasn't in your head. I find that exploring what the body is capable of, and seeing what it can do and affect people, is a curiosity that I simply can't turn away from. And yours was the first one since I became a fully qualified nurse. And in this industry, you never forget your first. Now, how about I find you something decent to eat on the trolley? I'm sure now that you will have no pain, that food is no longer a fear for you now"

"Oh, your telling me. I could eat a horse right now!"

"Weeelll, I don't have any horse. How about a nice jacket potato with cheese?"

".....You had me at potato!"

All 3 of you share a little laugh before Nancy leaves to find you something to eat, now it was just you and Terry.

"Your finaly going to be ok, I'm so pleased. I can't wait to take you home sweetheart, you didn't deserve any of what happend to you. I wonder why the other doctors couldn't see what Nancy saw?"

"I don't know babe. Weather they didn't bother, or didn't think that MAL's was a possibility, I frankly don't care right now. Nancy found the problem, she fixed it, and now I just wanna eat everything in sight, and go home to snuggle up in bed with you"

"I have missed you sleeping next to me sweetheart. The amount of times I've woken up to you not being there, and seeing you downstairs crying into the sofa. It broke my heart to see you like that, and not be able to help you"

"But you did Terry, you did. You never gave up on me, stayed with me every step of the way. Even when Doctor James thought it was all in my head, like all the doctors before him did, you wouldn't stand for it. You were in my corner the whole time, and I love you so much for that. God, you've had sleepless nights and days missed at work for me, and you still never gave up"

"And I never will. I love you too Y/N, forever and always"

He leaned over to you, and his kiss, no matter how many times he gives his to you, his lips feel just as sweet, sensual and soft as the day you first felt them. You could even feel his smile through it, when Terry was upset, so were you. But now that you were going to get better, and not be in agonising pain, you felt the happiness radiate from Terry.

"So (brushing a strand of hair from your face) What do you want to do once your discharged from hear?"

"Well, I assumed I'd stay at home until I was good enough to go back to work"

"Oh ho ho! Oh sweetheart, your funny. Do you seriously believe your gunna stay cooped up at home, only to work once your better? Absolutely not. When your discharged from hear, I'm taking you away. Somewhere hot...by a beach....lounging in the sun"

"But what about all the work I've missed?"

"Fuck work!"

"Terry!"

"I mean it! You've had weeks of this, and there's no way in hell I'm letting the woman I love just sit around, unable to do anything. Name a place. Name any place you wanna go, and I'll book us a flight tonight. You know money's no obstacle for me, we can have a villa, our own private beach...spend a day at a spa...whatever you want, it's yours. Now, where do you wanna go?"

"Your not going to take no for an answer are you Terry?"

"Nope."

"(Smiling) Ok.....Greece"

"Greece?"

"Yeh, you know Greece is one of my favourite places to go. And I'd like to see the turtle's swimming in the clear sea. You remember last time we went? And we saw those baby turtles coming out of the sand towards the water? The sunset was so beautiful that day"

"It really was, I'll never forget that day. Alright, Greece it is. I'll organise it when Nancy brings you your food, I'll only be outside on the phone. I think you and I both know that after not eating properly for so long, you won't even think about talking when that baked potato is infront of you"

"You can say that again. Thank you so much Terry. I love you"

"I love you too sweetheart..."

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itsnesss · 20 days ago

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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.

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karatekels · 1 month ago

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Fresh Start February #1

BOO!

I'm back, with some ~randomly scheduled~ little snippets of soft little Fresh Start Terry and reader! I know this is shorter than what I normally post, but... I figured this way I'd actually do it, y'know?

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Reunion - Chapter 1

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Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

Terry snaps to attention, snatching his phone off the desk and dismissing the alarm. He all but abandons his work on the computer without a second thought in favour of taking the familiar path from his home office to the master bedroom.

There is an extra spring to his step as he climbs the stairs to the third floor; it’s the last time this particular routine will be occupying his nights for the foreseeable future.

He has enjoyed his nightly phone calls with you for the past thirty-six nights, having adamantly refused to go a single day without hearing your voice. Not that you had needed much persuading on the matter; it was clear from the way that you fought yourself to stay awake every night that you’ve been just as desperate to talk to him. But – finally – tomorrow would come and put an end to his weeks of suffering.

Tomorrow you were coming home.

His thumb traces the familiar path across the phone screen to dial your number with the sort of tenderness he’d typically reserve for your body, lifting the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” you answer the phone, a tad breathless.

He sits at the foot of his bed, feeling the tension leaving his body at this single sound of your voice.

“Y/N,” he sighs your name into the phone by way of greeting.

“Terry!” you exclaim his name happily, your voice at a higher pitch than normal. What was going on?

“Is everything alright?” he asks hesitantly, afraid of the answer. You sound surprised by his call somehow, though you’d been a part of this routine for over a month now.

“Yes, Terry, sorry. I just lost track of time,” you apologize, and he doesn’t doubt the sincerity in your tone.

“No need to apologize, love. I’m sure you’re stressed about traveling tomorrow.”

He’s briefly distracted by a sudden incessant knocking at what he presumes is the front door, and frowns. He’d normally have received an alert that someone was being let through the gates, and at the very least one of the staff should’ve been there to address this night-time visitor.

Where the hell was everyone?

The volume of the knocking increases and he bites back a growl of frustration, rising from the bed to handle things himself. People were just asking to get fired tonight.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, what did you say?” he asks as he descends the stairs, realizing he hasn’t heard a word you’ve said in his preoccupied state.

“Please don’t be upset with me, Terry,” you beg. “I know I should’ve told you before canceling my flight.”

“What?!” he asks in shock, his voice nearly cracking. You had canceled your flight? You weren’t coming?

The incessant knocking reaches a fever pitch and he lets out a snarl before realizing how it may come across to you.

“Give me just a moment please, Y/N, and then we can talk about this,” he pleads with you. He couldn’t have you getting cold feet now, not after this, not after everything.

He wrenches the door open, fully prepared to lay into whoever was on the other side for their interruption. Someone had better be dying…

“I couldn’t wait,” you inform him, your voice echoing as he hears it from both his phone and your mouth from where you stand on his front doorstep.

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It takes everything within you to keep from launching yourself at Terry the moment he opens the door. You manage to hang up the phone and drop it somewhat carelessly into the tote bag slung over your shoulder, your eyes never leaving his face. Terry is speechless, looking down at you with clear surprise. You bite your bottom lip, both to conceal your amusement at his shocked expression and your own anxieties. He wouldn’t be offended by you showing up unannounced, would he? Especially after weeks of conversations that revealed just how badly you were missing one another…

Between one blink and the next Terry has snatched you up, tugging you covetously across the threshold and into his arms, and you let out a sigh of relief against his shirt before greedily breathing him in. The shirt he had lent you had long since lost his scent, and you realize how much you’ve come to crave the presence of his cologne in the air.

“Y/N,” he breathes your name into your hair quietly, arms squeezing you so desperately it feels like he’s trying to force your body inside his own, and it only makes you feel like you’re home.

“I guess this means you aren’t bothered by me showing up a day early?” you ask jokingly, your voice muffled as you speak against his chest. You hear him exhale through his nose, exasperated by your mouth as always, before he relaxes his grip enough for you to peel your head away to look up at him.

“Never,” he answers fiercely, his blue eyes roaming every inch of you like he was trying to recommit you to memory. You understand the feeling, your hands moving almost of their own accord up his back before sliding down his arms to take his hands in your own, trying to relearn the feel of him.

“How did you get here?”

“I flew, then took an Uber,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly. “Economy class, too,” you chirp, grinning up at him as his nose wrinkles in distaste. He rolls his eyes at your attempts to goad him.

“I meant past the gates. Did you scale the walls, you little beast?”

“Of course not. I had someone on the inside,” you inform him with a conspiratorial wink. “Thanks, Victor!” you call out, waving at one of the security cameras.

The lens pointedly moves away from the two of you – whether to dismiss you or to avoid looking at your reunion any further, you aren’t sure. Terry turns from looking at the camera to gaze down at you with suspicion.

“How have you been contacting Victor?” he demands.

“I have my ways, Mr. Silver,” you offer mysteriously, biting back a giggle. You’re quite enjoying this moment of having taken Terry by surprise.

“Is that how you’ve been spending your time away? Turning my own men against me?”

“Do you really want to spend all night talking about Victor?” you tease, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I, for one, would appreciate a shower.”

Terry hisses, his gaze darkening as he tightens his grip on you. Well, it was good to know that his attraction to you hadn’t abated in your absence…

“I missed you, Terry. So much,” you confess, your heart physically aching as you think back to these past weeks without him.

And it’s that declaration, rather than your sudden appearance or flirty invitation to share his shower that has Terry scooping you up into his arms and pressing you back against the wall next to the front door, his mouth seeking out your own to capture your lips in a kiss that sets your whole body on fire. You do your best to cling to him, locking your hands together behind his neck while your legs fight against your weak knees to wrap around him, your heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s in your chest.

“Y/N,” he sighs your name into your mouth, “My Y/N.”

Terry’s entire being seems to relax now that he’s got you in his clutches, even as he continues to hold you up against him, your lips never parting. You squeeze yourself around his massive form as best you can, needing to be closer to him and feeling him clinging to you just as desperately, his grip on you teetering on the edge of being painful in the best way.

“Let’s see about getting you cleaned up,” he murmurs softly before whisking you away, still in his embrace.

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“I had plans for tomorrow, you know,” Terry informs you breathlessly between kisses.

“I’m sure,” you hum in appeasement, your fingers joining the steamy spray of water in its path down Terry’s firm chest. You resist the urge to lap up the droplets clinging to his skin.

“Flowers when I met you at the airport, champagne on the plane,” he offers, his large hands running up and down your sides firmly but gently as he traces your curves with reverence.

Your feet hadn’t touched the floor of the house until he’d set you down in the shower.

“Sounds lovely,” you sigh, half at the thoughtfulness of these gestures and half in exasperation. Terry didn’t truly think you needed any of that, did he?

“A limo to pick us up from the airport, and a romantic candlelit dinner here.”

“There’s always tomorrow,” you remind him, your hands sliding down and around his body to give his ass a firm squeeze. You need him here with you now, not dwelling on what could have been.

“Everyone was meant to be gone when you got here.”

That has you pausing in your ogling of Terry’s body. The ever-present staff had been the subject of lighthearted debates between the two of you during your time apart, with Terry ultimately concluding that you were just self-conscious about others hearing the noises that he intended to pull out of you.

It wasn’t an entirely inaccurate conclusion, but it is one you’ve been trying to mentally prepare for during your time apart.

“I appreciate the thought, Terry,” you offer sincerely, smiling up at him before allowing your lips to twist into a far more mischievous grin.

“I suppose we’ll just have to give them a reminder as to why we’re going to be sending them away.”

Rather than being stunned speechless the way that you’d anticipated, all Terry does it let out a low, sinful chuckle.

“You, Madam,” he murmurs, staring down at you like you were something to eat, “have just ensured a long night for yourself.”

He abruptly leaves the shower without another word, sealing you back inside and leaving you to watch him towel off through the foggy glass panes.

“Terry? Where are you going?” you call, already feeling the loss of his presence.

“Relax, sweet thing. Take your time. I just have to get a few things ready for you…”

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You force yourself to stay under the hot spray of the shower, trying to relax your tense muscles. You aren’t sure what exactly Terry is planning, but you imagine it’s going to take him a few minutes. Finally, you can’t bring yourself to draw things out anymore, needing to seek out Terry’s embrace once more.

Upon toweling off, you realize he has taken your clothes with him, leaving you with nothing to change into. Your lips quirk into a smile at his antics, and you secure the towel around yourself, moving to leave the bathroom.

The door is locked.

You try the knob again, pushing and pulling the door to no avail. You call for Terry but hear nothing on the other side of the door except for what you suspect is a low, muffled chuckle. Scowling, you snatch your phone off the bathroom counter:

You scowl, grumpy that your plan to surprise Terry and take control of the evening had been so easily usurped. Huffing, you reply, your thumbs tapping the screen with more force than necessary:

You frown down at your phone, feeling butterflies in your stomach despite yourself. Put what on?

You quickly retrieve a sleek black and pink box from beneath the sink, lifting the lid with anticipation, your fingers trembling as you brush the tissue paper aside. As soon as you see the contents of the box, you yank your hands away, leaving the box on the counter. Utterly frazzled, you frantically unlock your phone again.

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Brad Pitt voice: WHAT'S IN THE BOX??

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