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"They took the one thing left in the world that I cared about! So if I'm going to hell, I'm taking em down with me."🥃
Thomas Ian Griffith as Terry Silver in Cobra Kai Season 6 Part 2
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Dance in the Dark
Pairing: Ghostface!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, Dom!Terry, mean Terry, SMUT, PWP, PIV, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), knife kink, hair pulling, praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.
Summary: One drunken night, you giggle with your friends as you dared each other to sign up for a fetish dating website that matched your kinks with others. The site took its reputation seriously so you knew that the man on the other side of the screen was real. And he really was that gorgeous. Terry acknowledges that it's time to meet and he makes sure this Halloween is unforgettable.
Word Count: 6,350k
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A/N: WHEW. I'll see myself out on this one. Chilleeee. I need to hose myself down. Enjoy and Happy Halloween, my loves. Taking a much needed break after this one! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.
📥 New Message
You continued to swing back and forth on your gamer chair, grabbing your phone and immediately swiping on the message.
TJ: I look forward to tonight.
You shrieked and bit your nail, pulling your legs in towards you as far as they would go. When that grew uncomfortable, you lifted your sock-clad feet to the edge. It dug into your arch but your mind was only focused on one Mr. Terry Richmond.
It shouldn’t have thrilled you so much to receive a message from him. It had started out as a simple dare with your friends, each of you making a profile on a fetish connection website and laughing at all the desperate men.
You never expected to actually run across someone who looked like him. You thought he was fake or a bot. You thought AI had crept its way into the dating scene, preying on unsuspecting lonely people. The checkmark next to his name let you know that he was, in fact, very much real.
The website took its privacy and its reputation very seriously, vetting all members that signed up. You included. Anyone could message first, the app offering potential matches based on answers to the questionnaire on start up.
You and your friends had giggled, deliriously drunk while you answered the questions. Some you kept to yourself. Not because you were embarrassed, but because you were kind of taking it seriously. You wanted to see what was out there for someone like you, someone who desperately wanted to hand over control to someone capable of leading.
You: Me too.
TJ: Did the box arrive?
You sucked in a rush of air since you forgot to breathe. Over the course of the past few weeks, you shared many messages with Terry. Told each other everything really. You always managed to skirt around talking about the obvious. That you were on a fetish dating website and looking for someone to take control.
You discussed books you’ve read or music you listened to. No matter how silly your tastes, Terry wanted to hear it all. You always felt heard with him. Understood by him. And it made your crush sink further in your chest and take root. Blossom into a full on obsession with his pictures.
He was a private man, evident by his profile that you visited at least ten times a day. Eleven if you had enough time to stroke yourself to his pictures. He didn’t have many, but he had a few of him in the gym and of him hiking. He had one thirst trap picture of him in a berry shirt, staring at the camera with crushing intensity.
As you grew more serious, Terry began to switch up the conversations. Naturally sliding in his dominant nature by telling you to do things. He did it so subtly, so minutely, that you hadn’t known what was going on until he was ordering you not to touch yourself anymore and you actually obeyed. All from texts.
You stared at his latest message, panties growing damp from how excited he made you. The past week, he decided that it was time to meet in person. You were obviously nervous, but every time you thought of it, your thighs tingled and your pussy throbbed.
You: I got everything.
TJ: Good. I want you to relax tonight.
You giggled breathlessly in the comfort of your room, chewing on your nail. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be your life. It would be hard to relax knowing that Terry could slip in at any time. Show off those mysterious Marine skills he talked about on his profile.
You: You really don’t find this weird?
TJ: What’s weird about it? It’s healthy.
TJ: Besides, I’ve been fighting an erection all week thinking about tonight.
“God,” you moaned out loud.
It turned you on even more that he was so open with his desire for you. You were used to weak men constantly trying to play it cool. Play it smart. Act as if they were doing you a favor by being with you. You always knew that a real man wouldn’t pretend. He’d be real. And Terry was real.
You: It’s been so hard not touching myself. 😣
TJ: You didn’t, did you?
You: Noooo 😇
TJ: Am I sensing a brat? A little late in the game to introduce curveballs.
You giggled at your phone, nearly kicking your feet. You were obsessed. You had a job where you couldn’t even try to sneak and be on your phone. Rules were important and you always felt like you had a neon sign professing your guilt whenever you broke a single one. But you were always itching to look at your phone. To see if there was a new message from him or a new command.
Once, he made you stop what you were doing and go to the nearest bathroom to edge yourself. You’d never done anything like that before and you had been so nervous, but fuck, you had been close to cumming. It was impossible to stop yourself but somehow you did.
Another time, he wanted you to take your sexiest picture. You had been fussing and fawning over the correct one, loving them all but you weren’t sure which one would appeal to him. Then it dawned on you. It was about what appealed to you.
After that, you took a teasing photo showing just enough but hiding a lot more. You wore a black bra and panty set and sat on your haunches, letting your thick thighs widen. You tilted your head and gave him a shy smile. The minute the picture went off, you knew it was a good one.
You sent it to him and he sent you a picture back five minutes later showing a puddle of cum on his office desk. This man drove you wild, stimulated your brain in the best possible way. You hadn’t ever known a man to seduce your mind the way he seduced all your other senses.
He sent a few voice notes, enough to understand the cadence of his speech while he issued out small orders. It wasn’t always sexual. Sometimes he wanted you to go to bed early, grab you some tea, or run you a hot bath because you had a body ache earlier.
You: Moi? A brat. I know not what you mean.
An alarm went off on your phone letting you know that it was past time to start getting ready. The first part of Terry's carefully thought out night was that you took a bath, paid attention to your body, relaxed with a glass of wine and unwound from the day.
Hell, that sounded relaxing just on general principle. You took your phone with you into the bathroom, turning on the light and getting the bath started. You added your favorite scent, pouring a healthy dollop of bath soap into the steaming water.
You hummed as you moved around the space, gathering a plush cream towel big enough to fit around your body. Comfort items had to be one of your platonic love languages. You loved soft things. From blanket hoodies, to bath towels, to throw blankets.
You lit a candle as the water ran, white bubbles foaming on the surface of the water. You went to the kitchen and poured your favorite glass of wine, swirling the liquid in your wine glass. You sniffed the glass and took in the subtle notes and highlights.
You hooked up your phone to your bathroom speaker on your way back to the bathroom, turning on some grown and sexy music. Terry wanted you to relax, then you were going to relax.
You told him you were hopping in the bath and he responded quickly.
TJ: Take your time, beautiful.
Your heart fluttered and you sighed, wondering how the hell you got so lucky. Truly, what kind, divine act did you commit to land someone like Terry? You had to pinch yourself as you took off your clothes.
Your silk short shorts and tank top slid down your body, tingling in some areas from how hyper aware you were. You sat on a hand towel on the edge of the tub and ran your fingers through the water. Just a few more minutes before it was perfect.
You grabbed the last candle you used, the smell of spearmint eucalyptus filling the space even if it wasn’t lit. You used an electric lighter to light it. The soft glow played across your hands and you took a deep breath.
Tonight already did wonders for your frayed nerves. Taking the time to soak everything in helped you relax in a way only journaling could accomplish. You needed more nights like these, nights that were just for you.
You tucked your hair into a bonnet and then sunk into the bath, moaning at the hot water touching your cool skin. The water sloshed as you carefully sat down, leaning your back against the back of your tub and moaning once more.
This felt entirely too good. “Falsetto” by the Dream played and you sank further into the water, lighting washing yourself at first. You started with a face mask, smattering the cream on your face. You let that sit while you washed the rest of your body.
With every area that you washed, you wondered which areas Terry would pay attention to. Was he an ass man? Titties man? Thighs man? You had your impressions but you didn’t want to get too caught up in the fantasy. If tonight went well, you hoped to turn this into a full time thing if he was game.
You didn’t have to date on top of it, but god, you wouldn’t say no either. Wouldn’t say no to living life the way you needed to. Being at the mercy of someone who knew what to do with it. How to handle you. How to take all of your stress and worries and let you know what peace felt like. You wanted to do the same for him.
You wanted to be the one he sought out when he had a bad day. Or when he just needed some stress relief. When the world got too loud and unfair and the only thing he could control was whether or not you came.
You wanted that push and pull and you wanted it desperately with Terry. You only hoped he was game as well. He said he wasn’t talking to others on the app and you wanted to believe him. You also wouldn’t blame him if he were lying. You only needed him to be safe and careful.
He sent over his latest test results showing that he was clean. He told you from the onset that he hated condoms. He enjoyed the feeling of pussy wrapped around his dick. You were on the pill and showed him your results as well. Somehow, he even made getting tested sexy.
After your bath, you took time shaving the important bits. You rubbed your favorite lotion and perfume together and then rubbed it into your skin. Your skin prickled. When would he do it?
When you were in bed? When you were in the kitchen? When you were on your way out of the bathroom? You looked towards your bathroom door. It was slightly ajar, your dark hallway beyond.
He could be there now, watching you just beyond the shadows. It should scare you. Yet it only made your skin flush with heat. Your breathing turned choppy and you forced yourself to return to that sense of calm you had before.
You finished lotioning up and brushed your teeth, adding on a mint just in case. You blew out the candle and then pulled on your robe, returning to your darkened room. The blackout curtains worked well. The darkened room felt more intimate than normal.
Terry’s preferred outfit lay across your freshly laundered comforter and sheets. You hoped after tonight, that it would be good and filthy again. You slipped on the lingerie Terry shipped to you, taking your time to pull on the purple metallic bra with fleur-de-lis decorations in black and turquoise blue. The matching panties and skirt set glided smoothly across your dewy skin.
The skirt connected to thigh high stockings and you hurriedly pulled those on as well. You leaned down to pull on high heels, strapping it around your ankle. You’d never felt sexier. There was something deeply erotic about wearing an outfit someone else picked for you.
You took off your bonnet and shook out your hair, arranging it just how you liked. You walked over to your closet, opening the door to look in the long mirror. You turned from side to side, appreciating how well it fit. How sexy it looked on you.
The heels felt like stepping on clouds and you walked around your room, getting used to the feel of it. Hell, you’d fuck you in a heartbeat. You hoped Terry liked it. Speaking of…
You went over to your dresser, cleaning up some of the mess you made while getting ready for work. You grabbed your phone, charging, and switched the song to Under by Pleasure P.
You opened the new message by Terry, tingling pinpricks shooting up your inner thighs.
TJ: See you soon, beautiful.
The message was sent when you began your bath so you had no idea if he was just now leaving or if he was already there. Not knowing had you clenching your thighs. You had to calm down. Had to return to a relaxed state.
Final steps. You dimmed the lights in your bedroom, setting it to where you could barely see. You transferred the music from your bathroom to your bedroom’s speakers. Then you grabbed your wine and took a few more sips until you emptied your glass. You pouted at the missing liquid and then sighed.
You turned around, trudging to the kitchen to the nasty croon of Pleasure P. singing. You hummed as you opened your fridge, bringing out your wine and pouring another healthy glass.
You stopped pouring and lifted your head, an awareness of being watched creeping into your senses. You slowly turned around but there was no one in the kitchen. You fought the urge to turn on the overhead lights, letting the backlighting guide most of your way.
There was no one behind you, yet you couldn’t fight the urge that he was there. That he was near. “Terry?” You called out. Your house never seemed so empty before. You stepped forward, your heels clicking on the tile.
Your phone buzzed in your hand and you jumped with a shriek, laughing as you saw Terry’s phone number flash across your screen. You swiped it to answer it and brought it to your ear.
“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to call out who’s there?” He asked.
“Terry?” You asked, breathlessly, looking for any sign of movement. There was nothing in the pitch black night outside your house and not a peep from the one level house.
Terry’s deep chuckle made you shiver and bite your lip. This man was too sexy for words. Too fucking sinful. He was the total and complete package, driving you crazy with a few well placed words.
“Are you scared?” Terry asked, dropping his voice to a low, purring tease.
“N-No,” you said. You abandoned your wine and then went snooping around your own home, staring at closet doors warily. How did he get in? If he got into your place without a disturbance in the air, you hated to be an enemy of his. Hated to see what he was capable of when he was focused on a mission.
Terry chuckled. “Don’t lie to me,” he said.
“A little. I’m a little scared,” you admitted.
“That’s better. I’d be worried if you weren’t. You smell good by the way,” he said.
Your gasp was a mix of a whine and a moan. Where was he? Where would he pop out? You walked towards the back of the house, towards your room and your bathroom. You checked behind the doors and everything.
“You’re playing with me,” you said, with a breathless giggle.
“A little. Remember our safe word?” He asked.
You nodded and licked your lips but then it dawned on you that he couldn’t truly see you. “Yes. It’s Halloween,” you said.
“Good girl,” he purred.
You whimpered, pussy fluttering. Your essence pooled in your panties. There was no way that you could play it cool tonight. No way to remain cool, aloof, and alluring. You were down bad for Terry Richmond. Down atrocious. There was nothing that you could deny him. Nothing he couldn’t ask for that you wouldn’t try to provide.
“Want to play a game? I have a few questions,” he said.
“What kind of questions?” You asked. You searched high and low but you couldn’t determine where he was. If he was in the house or if he was right outside. You were not dressed for outside so you didn’t even attempt it.
Instead, you went around to check the locks on your doors. All still locked. Nothing amiss. You pulled back the white curtain on your back door window and peered out into the foggy evening. Nothing moved. Not a single leaf or blade of grass.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asked, a dark rumble in his voice that made you bite your lip once more. This was why you could never seriously wear lipstick or lipgloss. Maybe for about ten minutes before you were biting or nibbling or picking at your lips.
You giggled. “Really?” You asked.
“Don’t want to play with me?” He asked.
You sighed and relaxed a fraction. He couldn’t be in the house yet. He was only toying with you and you were letting him get to you. He told you to relax and that was what you were going to do.
“The Frighteners,” you answered.
Terry chuckled. “That doesn’t count.”
“Sure it does. It’s classified as horror and it sure freaked me the hell out,” you said.
“Do you get scared easily?” He asked.
“Depends. I can watch movies but being scared in real life sucks,” you said. Which only made this whole exchange all the more surreal. But you were already a dripping mess. Forget prep time. Terry would have no issues just sliding right inside you.
“Can you guess which room I’m in right now?” Terry asked.
You gasped, turning around. Didn’t you just check all of the doors? You stepped back into your kitchen. You could hear your gasping breaths, heart thumping against your rib cage. “You’re playing with me again,” you said.
“Am I? You’re cold by the way,” he said.
You released your breath in slow increments, stepping forward through your kitchen with blue cabinets making the kitchen darker. You peered around the corner, looking towards the living room. You took a step forward and Terry tsked at you.
“Freezing,” he said.
You giggled nervously, turning around to your hallway. Your steps turned from clacking to pattering on the runner as you walked down the hallway. “Getting warmer. Warmer,” Terry teased as you walked closer to your bedroom.
Your heart was in your throat, beating a thumping rhythm against your neck as you traveled closer to your room. Why had you turned the lights so low? You inched closer, wanting to get close but not wanting to be blindsided by Terry jumping out.
“Burning up,” Terry said as you passed the linen closet. You stopped and reached out a hand, turning the handle slowly and then opening the door. You flinched, prepared for Terry to jump out.
“Found you,” Terry said.
You giggled, relief flooding through you now that you knew he wasn’t on the other side. You closed the door and then walked to your bedroom just fine, putting your hand on your hips. “You’re not really here. Because if you were, you’d be able to tell me what I’m doing right now,” you said.
You made an L on your forehead and twisted around in your room. “What am I doing?” You called out. “What am I doing?”
You giggled and lowered your hand, turning around just as a shadow passed in front of your door. You squealed and tripped over your heels trying to backtrack away. Escape, escape! Your mind flashed warning bells in your mind.
A man stood in front of you wearing black cargo pants, black boots, and a black tank top. Tattoos caught in the low light of your bedroom window and your pussy clenched looking at his powerful arms. The Ghostface mask seemed to float in the air but you knew just beneath that was Terry’s fine face.
“Boo,” he said.
Your mouth turned dry at being scared but heat flooded through your system taking in every delicious inch of him. He was incredibly tall and he had to duck to cross into your room.
You backed away even as your mind screamed for you to move forward. Terry raised a knife in his hand, the metal glinting. It was a standard chef’s knife and you whimpered looking at it.
This was the dumbest thing you’d ever done. The wildest, stupidest, most asinine thing ever. But it was also a wish that came true. You were already a puddle, a mix of adrenaline and arousal confusing your senses in the worst way. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream from frustration or fear.
Terry tilted his head, making the mask go sideways. He stepped closer to you and brought his hand up to caress your chin. He pulled you closer to his mask and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Couldn’t look away at the ghostly visage as he took a deep breath.
“You smell good enough to eat,” he said.
You sighed and finally blinked. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” you said.
“Safe word?” He asked.
“Halloween,” you said.
Terry nodded and then walked around in a circle, perusing your body as if you were on display. He hand followed behind him, reaching out to run his rough, callused fingers across your bare belly. “Gorgeous,” he said.
Fuck, you were ready to burst right out of your skin. This entire week had been nothing but foreplay to you. He gave instructions and a list of things to obtain for him, things he wanted you to choose so that you knew exactly what was coming.
“What are you going to do now?” You asked. You felt like he could hear your audible gulp. Swallowing around the thick cord of lust zapping through your body and making it hard to breathe properly. You were on the edge, itchy with the need to cum, but knowing that it would only happen when he decided.
“Where’s the rope?” He asked. You felt behind you on the dresser for the silk rope he asked you to pick out. Something soft and easily adjustable so that you could escape at any moment. If this continued, you’d work your way up to more hardcore stuff. Hand over more and more of yourself.
Your fingers clasped clumsily around the rope and held it up. Terry leaned to one side and tilted his head once more, playing with the edge of the knife. “Put it on,” he commanded.
You licked your lips and slipped the silk rope around your wrists and tightened it. Terry crooked his finger and you walked forward immediately. No use pretending that this wasn’t exactly what you craved.
Terry had set a neat trap in his messages and voice notes to you. The late night calls where his sinful voice rocked you to sleep. He made it easy to surrender. To give in. To cast off all of the doubt and anxiousness. Now you just wanted to feel. To listen. To shut your brain off for half a second and enjoy yourself.
Terry tugged you forward by the silk rope, testing the limit and resistance on it. You almost hated that you couldn’t see his pretty face. But you’d cum so many times to his pictures that you had it committed to memory.
Terry pulled you forward with the rope, pulling you over to your bed and pushed you down. You bounced with a gasp, your titties bouncing with the movement. Terry stepped into your personal space, leaning down and pressing the cold metal of the knife against your throat. You moaned, feeling the knife slide across your skin. He barely grazed you but it was the dark promise of it that turned you on.
That you were a hair’s breadth away from mortal danger. That at any moment, he could press deeper and draw blood. You whimpered as your body overheated. You burned from the inside out, sweat breaking out in patches all over your body.
“Terry,” you moaned.
Terry moved the knife down to trail over the swells of your breasts. Your chest rose and fell in choppy waves, getting too excited before he had a chance to do anything. He slipped the knife beneath your bra and you moaned, arching your chest into the knife.
“You’re too trusting,” he said. He palmed your breasts roughly, finding your nipples through the fabric of your bra and squeezing painfully. You cried out, trying to close your legs but he had encroached upon your space without you realizing. You had been too busy focusing on the knife and his mask.
He tossed the knife onto the bed and gripped your thighs, spreading you open and yanking you to the edge of the bed. The music still playing in the background only added to the scene, getting you further into the mood.
I know you like it nasty.
Nasty by Joshua Williams began to play, juices slipping between your legs and soaking your panties.
Terry pushed the seat of your panties to the side, trailing his fingers through your wet folds. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered, whimpering as your hands flew to his to stall his movements. He ignored you, smacking your hands away.
“Push them titties up and keep your hands there,” he said.
You grabbed your titties and pushed them together. Terry groaned, leaning forward. His thick fingers played you like a fiddle, gathering up your slick. He shoved two fingers inside and you cried out, body arching. Your hands slipped from holding your titties.
“Put your hand back. Don’t make me tell you again,” he growled.
You whimpered and replaced your hands on your chest. You turned pleading, doe eyes towards him. Terry leaned down and rubbed the mask against your cheek. You shivered from the unexpected coolness of it. It did little to dampen the heat in your veins. The fire in your lower belly.
“Nice and fuckin’ wet. All of this for me?” Terry asked.
You nodded. “Yes, yes,” you said. His fingers worked liquid magic on your pussy, making you soak his fingers with how long and deep his fingers went. You opened your mouth, arching your back and grinding on his fingers. He stroked until you were shaking and moaning on his fingers.
“Gonna stretch the fuck outta this pretty pussy,” he promised. He withdrew his fingers and then shoved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. Taste how wet he made you. Taste how turned on you were under his control.
He ripped at your panties and you gasped at the shredding sound, knees trying to close around his massive frame. His narrow hips kept you spread open. He moaned, getting his first look at your pussy. “Look at that shit. My needy little slut,” he groaned.
Your pussy clenched as he unzipped his pants, jerking it down his hips and revealing his long, thick dick. Your eyes widened taking in the size and girth of him. His balls were big and heavy, drooping and tapping against his strong thighs.
He slapped his dick against your pussy, competing with the music. You moaned with each wet smack, hearing how turned on you were. Your taste was still on your tongue, in your nose, and you closed your eyes to all of the sensations.
Terry pushed you onto your back and slapped his dick against your pussy once more, your juices jumping from the action. Your teeth chattered, unbridled desire coursing through you and driving your pleasure higher and higher.
It’d been too long since you came. Too long since you felt that rush of relief and you were ready to leap from your skin.
Terry grabbed the knife and slipped it beneath your bra. He cut it loose and you cried out, your titties free and spilling out from either side of the cups. Terry groaned, pushing his hips in before catching himself.
He palmed himself with his other hand and guided himself inside, placing the knife against your skin but keeping his fingers there as a barrier so that it wasn’t directly on you. Just held above your skin as a silent threat.
He was so big, you cried out, holding up your hands. Terry ignored you, pushing in deeper and retreated to give you a tiny breather. He grunted and tried again, getting deeper this time.
“Too big,” you moaned, your eyes turning watery at the slow burn working its way through your midsection.
“I’ll make it fit, don’t worry,” he cooed. He dived back in, giving you shallow strokes. It became easier to take him with every downward stroke, and your thighs clenched around his hips.
He used his left hand to slide down your thigh, up your calf, and pull your foot to his face. He rubbed the mask against your foot, lifting your leg higher to sit against his chest. It opened you up further to him, allowing him to nearly reach the base inside you. He was close to bottoming out.
You were crying, whimpering, shivering on his dick as it throbbed the more it slid in and out of you. Terry’s moans rivaled yours. He threw his head back and sank in deeper.
“Oh, fuck, god, damn, fuck, shit,” you whimpered, out of breath and half delirious. The stretch was perfect. Stuffing you completely full of dick.
“That’s a good pussy. Taking what I’m giving you. Feel me in this pussy?” He asked.
“Yes, yes, I feel you,” you cried, tears gathering in your eyes once more. You were driven out of your mind. Body weightless, limitless, stretching your awareness beyond what you could sense. It was metaphysical. Like your soul found his and stitched you together the more he stroked deep inside.
Terry moved the knife up to your cheek. He pushed your face to the side, exposing your neck. He trailed the knife close to your neck. You clenched around him and he moaned, picking up the pace and ramming inside of you.
He fucked you like you had him fucked up. Like he missed you. Like you intentionally kept yourself away from him and he was back to stake his claim. To draw a line in the dirt and dare you to disobey.
“Oh, shit. Ouee, shit. Ouee, shit, fuck you feel so good,” you moaned.
“You look so pretty taking dick. Getting my dick fuckin’ creamy. Can’t stop staring at how much every time I pull out,” he said.
You lifted your hands, intending to push him away. You were close to another orgasm and it was coming too fast. Too fast for you to brace for.
“Move that hand or I will,” he huffed, harsh moans and panting making you sick with desire. Your pussy squelched from the pressure of him entering you.
You moved your hands, holding it above your head. “Ouee, fuck. That dick feels too good,” you whimpered.
“That’s all yours,” he said.
You tensed up, careening head first into the orgasm and crying out, screaming to the ceiling from the intensity. You flopped around on his dick like a fish out of water and Terry continued to fuck you through it, moving the knife when necessary when it appeard you’d get too close.
Terry withdrew and tossed the knife back on the bed. He gripped your hips and flipped you over, re-entering you and you screamed. He matched you with a moan. “Fuck. So fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ wet. Fuckin’ me getting you this wet?” Terry asked.
You nodded and stretched your hands above you. You arched your back, giving him full access to your ass. His large hand came down to smack your ass, causing it to sting with pain. You hissed, not expecting the bite of pain. You flooded his dick once more, fresh juices leaking out of you.
“Oh fuck! Terry! Please, no more,” you cried out. You didn’t have another one.
Terry leaned down, pressing his lips close to your ear. “Aww, you think I care. Come on pretty girl, move that ass. Come get yours,” he said.
You shook your head. You didn’t have enough to hold yourself up with. Each thrust sent you into the bed, fucking you into the matress with unrelenting speed. Your body flushed with heat, great licks of fire. Still, you managed to throw it back on him. Matching his thrusts.
“That’s it. Soak this dick, pretty. Bouncing pretty on this fuckin’ dick. Unf, fuck. Takin’ me very well. You takin’ what I’m giving you?” Terry moaned.
How did he expect you to answer him at the moment? Your mind was gone, down into another plane of existence. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them. He lifted his right hand and then quickly pressed his wet digit against your asshole, pressing in. You fell forward and he followed you down. He continued to stroke, sliding in and out of you, punishing you with his dick whether you could keep up or not.
The pressure was new, weird, but oh so fucking good when he pressed in deeper. You felt full. Stuffed completely.
“Give me another one,” he commanded.
“Can’t,” you gasped, your face smooshed into the comforter.
Terry gripped your hair with his free hand and yanked, bending you at a weird angle. He didn’t care. “I’m gonna paint this fuckin’ pussy with this nut. But you’re going to give me another one first,” he said, voice low and scraping against your eardrums in the most pleasurable way.
He wiggled his finger in your ass and you moaned, tensed up, and screamed with your orgasm. Your eyes burned as you screamed, loudly, shaking uncontrollably on his dick. “There it is. Fuck you think you are making me wait?” He asked and yanked on your hair to the point of pain.
“Sorrrryyyyyy,” you moaned as you came and came. He fucked you through it, chasing his own pleasure in your body. Burying his dick to the hilt and unloading with a deep, powerful growl erupting from his thick chest.
His cum shot inside you like it was a race to get you pregnant then and there. Your brain turned fuzzy, eyes turning black in the corners and he came and came with seemingly no end in sight.
“That’y my good fuckin’ slut,” Terry growled low in your ear.
“Fuck,” you whimpered.
Terry pumped his hips a few more times before withdrawing from your body. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Your pussy clenched as you pushed his cum out. He encouraged you, telling you to try to work every drop out.
He flipped you back onto your back. He grabbed you by the silk rope still tied around your hands and pulled you to your feet with one bicep curl. You moaned. Fuck. You’d go another round if you were able. You needed him back inside. Your pussy was unbearably achy, twitchy, needy.
You whimpered and cried as he pushed you to your knees. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
You opened, staring up at him. He dug his fingers into your hair, pulling you forward. He tapped his dick against your lips, painting it with a mix of his cum and your essence. He shoved his dick inside and moaned, throwing his head back while you sucked him off.
You braced your fingers around his long legs, dusted with hair. You held on as he face fucked you, feeding you his dick.
“Get it nice and clean,” he cooed, at complete odds with the way he shoved past your resistance. You moaned, turning watery eyes to him. His mask was frozen in fake sympathy. He tilted his head at you, thrusting along with fucking your mouth.
“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he moaned. You reached out and touched his balls. His hips jerked forward and you gagged, body rejecting him. “Fuuuck.” His moan tugged at your throbbing clit.
Saliva dribbled down the sides of your mouth, onto your chin, and dripped onto your titties still bouncing in the bra he cut through. You felt his cum leak out of your pussy, likely falling onto the floor.
“Pretty fuckin’ mess too. I’m finna bust. Swallow it,” he said.
You nodded on his dick. He thrust a handful more times before he burst in your mouth, stuffing more cum into your body. You swallowed it all, letting the sticky substance slide hungrily down your throat.
His hips stroked absently, like he couldn’t make himself stop even if he wanted to. He slowed down, pulling his dick past your lips slowly. You let him go with a wet pop. Terry cleaned the corners of your mouth with his fingers.
He dropped into a squat, as much as his pants would allow. He took off the mask letting you get a glimpse of that beautiful, sexy face of his. His eyes were narrowed, intense, focused as he smirked at you. He had permanent bedroom eyes. As if he were just waking up or just falling asleep. No in-between.
He smirked at you. “Ready for round two?”
The end.
Ya'll know I can't leave this man aloneeee. The Secret Terry Richmond Files
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Cobra Kai Season 4
The Bad
-Eli fighting for Miyagi-Do for the sake of the plot. I get that it's about rebuilding his bond with Demetri but I would have like to see him spend more time really embracing Miyagi-Do and learning more about the legacy of the dojo he once trashed.
-Daniel and Johnny going back on their bullshit mid season knowing full well that they needed to work together to defeat Kreese and Silver.
-Yasmin being used as nothing more than arm candy for Demitri. While I love that she's really into him, I feel like they completely erased her personality and made that her only quality. Gross.
-Sam in general this season. I've always given her the benefit of the doubt, but she came across as a real spoiled brat this season. I really hope Amanda has a chat with her daughter next season, similar to the chat Daniel had with Anthony. I love the LaRusso kids but they need to be straightened out.
-Aisha being brought back for only one scene. She was the first girl to compete in the All Valley. She deserved to be competing with the rest of the girls.
-Stingray in general. The joke about him being a desperate man child who hangs out with minors has run its course and was never funny to begin with.
-The love rectangle fight at prom. The whole thing has been played out. Can we just have a night where all the teens can forget that they're living in a karate soap opera and have some fun like normal kids?
-Terry turning on Kreese. Everything Terry has ever done has always been for Kreese. That's where his loyalty has always lied. Now that Kreese is out of picture...what's his motivation for moving forward? To get back at Johnny for betraying Kreese when he betrayed Kreese himself? I get that they wanted to set him up to be the big bad and that Johnny was always going to be the wedge that drove them apart, but I just don't see how taking Kreese out of the equation was necessary.
The Good
-All of the cross training scenes with Daniel and Johnny. Daniel and Johnny sharing their lunches like grade school kids. We love to see it.
-Everyone at Cobra Kai agreeing that Kyler is the worst.
-Terry's explanation for his behavior in Karate Kid 3. A total cop out but it fucking works.
-Amanda going mama bear on Tory and learning more about her own past.
-The Okinawan sparring deck.
-Anthony finally getting something to do and getting some much needed development after being ignored for three seasons.
-Daniel and Amanda finally being called out on their parenting skills. Julia Macchio was incredible as cousin Vanessa.
-Daniel breaking a tablet in half.
-Kenny. This child is sweet and adorable and I want to adopt him and deprogram him.
-Miguel spending more time with Daniel, learning about fixing cars and Peter Cetera. Give this kid the banana boat. He deserves it.
-Robby and Tory's relationship not being toxic and the two of them actually managing to bring out the best in one another. Them actually getting to have some fun on prom night and be normal teenagers for once.
-Demetri's development and how he manages to gain more confidence while still being true to himself. And his Pac Man suit at the prom. Iconic.
-Tory getting help for her issues and more importantly, allowing others to help her. So proud of all the progress she's made. Love that for her.
-Johnny's hesitancy to break the news to Miguel that he and Carmen are dating because he knows what it's like to have a father figure thrust upon you without having a choice in the matter. It's sweet and sensitive, albeit a bit misguided.
-Terry vs Johnny. Terry realizing that despite his loyalty to Kreese, he will he always be second fiddle Johnny Lawrence.
-Drunk unhinged Terry beating the ever loving shit out of Raymond. Did he deserve it? No, but we love to see it.
-Eli and Tory getting their All Valley wins. Wasn't expecting either to pull out the victory.
-Miguel deciding not to fight, realizing he has more important things he needs to do deal with. That if he ever wants to move forward, he needs some answers about his past.
-Robby having his moment of clarity and admitting that he's tired of being angry with his father. Seeing the two crying and hugging it out. I'm not crying, you're crying.
-My man Chozen coming back and Terry all but confirming that we're getting Mike Barnes (and possibly Snake and Dennis?) in Season 5. I really need a scene with Johnny, Chozen, and Mike next season commiserating over their losses to Daniel.
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Dennis ‘Des’ Nilsen is Far From David Tennant’s First Psychopath Role
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David Tennant’s transformation into serial killer Dennis Nilsen for ITV’s Des was unsettlingly convincing. It wasn’t just the physical resemblance, though under that hairstyle and behind those 1980s glasses frames, the similarity was remarkable. It was also the posture, the unwavering eye contact, and the voice; mumbling and unconcerned, listing the terrible details of Nilsen’s crimes as if reciting a recipe instead of multiple brutal murders.
As Nilsen, Tennant pulled off what every actor hopes to in a real-life role – a disappearing trick. He slid clean inside the role, leaving no trace of The Doctor, or Simon from There She Goes, or the demon Crowley, or Alec Hardy, or his funny, self-deprecating public persona. For those three hours on screen, he was nothing but Nilsen.
The role is one in a long line of on-screen psychopaths for Tennant. He might be best loved around these parts as excitable, convivial romantic hero the Tenth Doctor (who, as noted below, also had his villainous moments), but David Tennant has been playing bad guys for decades, starting with a 1995 episode of ITV police procedural The Bill…
Steven Clemens in The Bill, ‘Deadline’ (1995)
In his early 20s, David Tennant went through a rite of passage for the UK acting profession: he landed a part in The Bill. And not just any old part on The Bill, this one was a peach. Tennant wasn’t cast as some kid DC Carver caught snatching a granny’s handbag – he played psychopathic kidnapper and murderer Steven Clemens.
When 15-year-old schoolgirl Lucy Dean (an early role for Honeysuckle Weeks) was abducted after receiving threatening phone calls, the caretaker from her school was brought in for questioning. What followed was a high-stakes game of Blink between Tennant’s character and Sun Hill Station’s finest. Clemens toyed with the police, first denying responsibility and then refusing to tell them where he’d stashed Lucy. It’s a big performance, as suits the soap-like context, but even then Tennant made a good villain, revelling in his evildoing. Clemens came a cropper eventually when Lucy was found alive and the investigation linked him to the kidnap and murder of another schoolgirl. Watch the whole episode here.
Barty Crouch Jr. in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)
Skipping forward a decade, Tennant’s most mainstream cinematic baddie to date is Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. in the fourth Harry Potter film. Crouch Jr. was the Voldemort supporter who engineered Harry’s entry into the Triwizard Tournament, and turned the winning trophy into a portkey that delivered Potter straight into Voldemort’s waiting arms (well, Voldemort was sort of soup at that point, but bit of magic and voila – arms!).
Crouch Jr. did all this while magically disguised as Brendan Gleeson’s character Mad-Eye Moody, so Tennant’s actual screen time in the film is pretty limited. In his few short appearances though – in a flashback to his Ministry of Magic trial and after his disguise is rumbled – Tennant makes a real impression as the unhinged, tongue-flicking baddie.
The Time Lord Victorious in Doctor Who ‘Waters of Mars’ (2009)
The majority of the time, the Tenth Doctor was a sweetie – big grin, lots of enthusiasm, two hearts full of frivolity and love. Every so often though, Ten’s genocidal, survivor-guilt past rose to the surface. Never cruel, never cowardly, no, but sometimes a bit… murdery and drunk on power.
One such occasion was his brutal extermination of the Racnoss children in Christmas special ‘The Runaway Bride’, and another was his Time Lord Victorious trip at the end of ‘Waters of Mars’. In the special, Ten changes the events of a fixed point in time to save the lives of Captain Adelaide Brooke (Lindsay Duncan) and her surviving crew, bringing them back to Earth in the TARDIS instead of leaving them to die. Realising the serious ramifications of his timeline meddling, Brooke confronts the Doctor about his arrogance, and puts the mistake right. It doesn’t take Ten long to come back to his senses, drop the god act, and realise he’s gone too far, and it’s David Tennant’s ability to convincingly play both the power-crazed god and the devastated man that makes him one of the best in the business.
Kilgrave in Jessica Jones (2015)
David Tennant played a bonafide demon from actual hell in Good Omens, the TV adaptation of Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s 1990 novel, but Crowley still had nothing on his Jessica Jones character.
The first series of Marvel’s Jessica Jones on Netflix won acclaim for its depiction of a coercive, abusive relationship through a comic book fantasy lens. David Tennant was Kilgrave, a villain with the power of mind control following experiments conducted during his childhood. Instead of using his power for good (convincing people to pick up litter, be kind to animals, etc.), Kilgrave exerted his will on the world at large, bending those around him to his sick desires. When he stumbled upon super-powered private investigator Jones, he didn’t stop at using her super-strength for his own ends. Kilgrave also used his powers to keep Jones hostage and manipulate her into coerced sex. Jones’ battle to escape Kilgrave was powerfully acted by Krysten Ritter and David Tennant, who had the range to show Kilgrave’s ‘charm’ as well as his chilling megalomania.
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Cale Erendreich in Bad Samaritan (2018)
Director Dean Devlin followed up weather-disaster flick Geostorm with Bad Samaritan, a dark psychological thriller about a small-time crook who gets into the bad books of a wealthy sicko when he stumbles upon his dark secrets while burgling his house. Misfits’ Robert Sheehan plays the burglar, and David Tennant plays the loaded psycho whose obsession with technology earned him the nickname ‘Evil Bruce Wayne’. Cale Erendreich is a Patrick Bateman-like moneybags psycho with a sick taste in torture. Overall, the film itself isn’t a huge amount of cop, but boy, does Tennant commit.
Dr Edgar Fallon in Criminal ‘Edgar’ (2019)
Netflix’s multi-lingual European series Criminal takes the best bit of Line of Duty – the police interview scenes – and strips away everything else. Every episode has a new case, a new interviewee, a new lead actor, and a team of cops trying to break them within a limited time frame.
Kicking it all off with the first UK episode of series one (a second run is available to stream now) was David Tennant as Dr Edgar Fallon. You’ll have to watch the 42-minute episode to know whether or not Fallon is guilty of the crime about which he’s being interviewed (the rape and murder of his 14-year-old step-daughter), but Tennant is chilling and magnetic enough as the well-spoken English doctor to keep you guessing.
Dr Tom Kendrick in Deadwater Fell (2020)
When a tragedy occurs in a Scottish village, suspicion falls on those closest to the victims. David Tennant plays local GP Tom in Channel 4 drama Deadwater Fell, a four-part series available to stream on All 4, about how a small community responds to a terrible event. Is Tom really the perfect family man he appears to be, or is there something else under the surface? Without giving anything away in terms of plot, Tennant moves fluently between the roles of victim and villain in the audience’s mind as this empathetic, clever miniseries twists and turns.
Dennis Nilsen in Des (2020)
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This starring role is the culmination of years spent clocking up experience on how to unsettle on screen. As real-life Scottish serial killer Dennis Nilsen, David Tennant is chillingly perfect. It’s both an on-point impersonation and a disquieting performance that conjures up this peculiarly banal killer. Tennant is ably aided by co-stars Daniel Mays and Jason Watkins as, respectively, Nilsen’s arresting officer DCI Peter Jay and biographer Brian Masters. It’s a triangle of excellent actors at their best, making for a compelling three-parter.
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Dating Jackie Flannery Headcanons
- you're Terry Noonan's younger sister, so you're very close with the Flannery siblings
- eventually, things go a little far between you and Jackie one night when you're both drunk, and the next morning, neither of you can be bothered to regret it
- still... "What do you think Terry's gonna do when he finds out I'm screwin' his sister, huh? He'll fuckin' murder me!"
- "I'll murder him for murdering you."
- He considers this for a while, and eventually starts to smile, nodding and kissing you until you're both back in bed together for round 4
- He can't ever get enough of you. He loves sex with you, loves PDA, and loves it when you hold his arm or his hand. He's just sickly sweet when it comes to romantic shit
- Calls you his babe, his sweetiekins, and his bitch when he's feeling particularly cheeky
- your bro doesn't want you involved in the crime life when you come of age, but Jackie's like "Dude... she's a better criminal than both of us combined."
- sometimes when he wants to clear his head, he asks you if you want to go for a night drive, and you always say yes, because it's his way of coming to terms with shit in his life and he wants you to be there for him in some little way while he does
- the city is so quiet at night, and really pretty. Sometimes you two end up kissing, looking out at the water, and sometimes, you just drive for hours and hours
- gave you a promise ring made of tinfoil when you started dating, and three years later, you're still not officially married (and you probably never will be) but you had this drunken unofficiated ceremony where Terry and Kat sat in church hollering vows at you two while you balanced precariously on an alter and kissed sloppily until the sun came up
- "hvneymvovoom tiiime!" he shouts, stumbling out of the church with an arm hung haphazardly around you, "Do you wannnna fuck, m'lady?!"
- you snort, but it's actually the best sex of your life that night, starting with a little foreplay in the bathroom of a convenience store where you tell the guy working there that it's your wedding night and you're buying wedding snacks for apre sex cuddles
- when Frankie gets the order to take Jackie out, he's gonna do it, (because he's still a fuckin snake) but then, he just can't bring himself to after he hears the news
- you're pregnant with Jackie's child, so Frank's got a neice
- Jackie is fucking e c s t a t i c
- like he'll be on a job with Terry, and he'll randomly blurt out potential baby names while Terry tells him to shut the fuck up jesus
- he immediately makes a promise to quit all the drinking, and like... it doesn't really happen, but he's not violent or unpredictable when he's drunk, so it's not the biggest concern for you
- he does cut back though, because he wants to be absolutely sure he's sober enough to remember his daughter/son's first years: he said once that he drank to keep everything blurry, but now, he was finding some clarity in his life
- having a baby doesn't stop you from fucking on every surface of the apartment, though (and more times than you can count in the back of his car in some random Brooklyn alley)
- you love to tug his shaggy hair during sex, it makes him purr
- sometimes you'll pawn the baby off on Kat and Terry, and just have a literal day of bedridden laziness and slow, giggly sex until you realize you should really be responsible parents
- a mob boss once threatened you and the baby, so in the middle of the next night, Jackie, in an unhinged state, broke into his house and shot him in the head as a message to everyone: you and the baby are OFF LIMITS
- and because the guy was a dick
- you secretly wished you had thought of doing that first, but it was a romantic gesture
- occasionally, Jackie will mumble at night about how he doesn't want your kid to grow up a criminal, and being around criminals. Then you tell Jackie you'll both do your best to protect him as he grows up until he's old enough to find a better life
- "I fucking love ya, you know that?"
- "I know, Jack. Never stop loving me, and I'll never stop loving you."
- just a lot of happily ever after where Jackie never gets shot uwu
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- She Rides (https://youtu.be/x3-Y1jaddbo) and Her Black Wings (https://youtu.be/vk-4LmK6_S4) by Danzig make me think of a younger beloved doing a striptease for old man Terry!!! <3 I can see Terry having a particularly rough day at the dojo, and beloved noticing his sour mood the minute he’s home. The idea of a striptease makes its way into beloved’s head, and they’re quick to tell Terry about a surprise that’s in store for him. While racing up the stairs, they tell Terry to stay put. Once changed into some extravagant lingerie that Terry had purchased for them, beloved gets these songs ready to play. After a few minutes of beloved’s absence, Terry has a feeling beloved is up to something. Before he can investigate, beloved has these songs reverberating throughout the house and is about to put on the performance of a lifetime for old man Terry. By the time the songs are over, Terry’s forgotten about the cause of his stressful day.
- When the Music’s Over (https://youtu.be/nOJSmXSFCWk ) and Waiting for the Sun (https://youtu.be/VUI-ELCdjxo ) make me think of drunk beloved and old man Terry. I’m picturing it being a Friday night, where Terry just got done with training at the dojo, and beloved has some lavish charcuterie board display with a generous serving of wine waiting for Terry. Beloved’s already taken the liberty of connecting their music to the house speakers, with The Doors echoing throughout the kitchen and foyer. While Terry can hear the music upon entering the house, he’s pleasantly surprised by beloved’s gesture of relaxed date night at home. One glass of wine turns into three, and soon after the couple find themselves getting another bottle from downstairs. I imagine various Doors songs are playing throughout the night, while the two converse about anything and everything. When beloved and old man Terry are reasonably drunk, I feel like these songs would segway into the couple wanting to drunkenly dance with one another. I picture a wobbly beloved standing up and extending her hand to Terry, who’s confused for a brief second. She tugs on Terry’s hand and the two practically fall backwards, but catch themselves and are too drunk to do anything besides laugh it off. These songs feel like the perfect nightcap, where beloved and Terry can lazily sway in each other’s embrace.
- I have to include a funny scenario because I cannot stop picturing it! I Don’t Want To Know (https://youtu.be/-V8RrL_TJ68 ) by Fleetwood Mac, TOTALLY gives the impression of Terry engaging in some illegal or unethical dealings, and then just panning to an unsuspecting and unaware beloved. Like old man Terry being absolutely unhinged, and then just seeing beloved at home doing something so completely opposite, like reading a book on the couch or watching a makeup tutorial on YouTube😭😂
I hope you have a fantastic week & sending good energy your way✨🫶🏻 I have a week break before school starts back up again (😭) - but hope to send more recs whenever I have time in-between assignments! 💖 -Doors Girlie <3
Perfect, perfect, perfect! 💖😭 Beloved giving Terry a cute, teasing little striptease to cheer him up after a hard day!? Drunken swaying and dancing as they hold each other and enjoy the music!? Beloved being safely tucked away in the bubble-wrapped reality Terry created for them while he's off getting his hands dirty!? This is the fluff our bad guy deserves.
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When TS is under the influence of alcohol or narcotics, how does his thought processes differ from when he’s sober?
Not as much as you think, scarily enough.
I think Terry 'under the influence of...' is more primal. Feral, yes. Unhinged. His ethics are too. Everything's heightened. Intensified. Every betrayal feels more drastic. Every emotion burns. Every minute of mania, euphoria and energy surges. The world boils down to us vs them and me vs everyone. People are labeled off into 'mine' and 'not mine'. A black and white tribal mentality takes hold. Every slight, insult, interaction no matter how miniscule is a cause for revenge, unholy retribution, scheming and violence --- furthermore, all his sensitives are on full display. Man could kill you and not blink. He’s as devoted as an animal and just as dangerous when pushed. But, at the end of the day, I feel a ‘clean’ Terry still has all these traits in place. He is still him. Alcohol and narcotics merely serve to enhance all the characteristics he already possesses innately. It is simply that when he’s on drugs or in an inebriated state, it becomes harder to control himself and wear a mask pretending that he isn’t all of these things. Terry’s not some reformed saint when he’s not drunk or high. He’s not some morally upstanding citizen. He’s not some paragon of ‘living right’. He might be pretending and fronting that he is --- sure. He does it very skillfully too. But, at the end of the day, the substances merely bring out what he truly is and always was and he would be all of these things with or without them. Terry’s still a very dark individual, even when he lives the healthiest, most admirable lifestyle possible.
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