#older officer!terry

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Caught within the trapped Cells: Part 8||

Hi. Today I'm going to try once more to add something of another chapter in this little series. Again, this is heavily focused on the inmates and officers so I hope you like. So we are still moving on but it's still Terry and Sai this time. Then we will have another two couple come in next with their fun.

~~Chapters so far~~

First Cell: Officer Katsuki and Inmate vanguard

Second Cell: Officer Mills and Inmate Vin-Shia

Third Cell: Officer Nakano and Inmate Seon

Forth Cell: Officer Davion and inmate Knight

Fifth cell: Officer Hayakawa and Inmate Ink (part 1)

Fifth cell: Officer Hayakawa and Inmate Ink (part 2)

Sixth cell: Officer McGinnis and Inmate Sai (Part 1))

((Your reading chapter 8 right now))

||Drabble Summary||

Terry was trapped within Sai's cell but his body was burning thanks to Sai's venom. Now the snake has his bat right where he wanted him but what sort of punish is he planning? Also, what else is happening in the max prison? Will Terry give into the pleasure like punishments? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Strong Sexual NSFW warning ((This is going to be present in all the chapters. If your under 18: Do Not READ!))

~Teasing

~Flirting

~Rough play

~Dom and Sub play

~Punishment

~demon corrupting an officer

~Chapters will or could be really long

||Muses in this drabble||

Sai Barrajandro Narong a.k.a. Shdwkyz and some others that will show in later chapters belong to my amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

While Terry Mcginnis is a muse that's from the animated series Batman beyond along with some others that will show in later chapters are from their anime shows but also to me due to having them as muses.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please. Also as I warned: This will have heavy sexual themed content. If your under 18, please don't read. Thanks for understand and enjoy.))

"So that's the next one hmm?" Van ink was sitting up but she was smiling while running her fingers through Denji's hair as he was relaxing on his back with her other hand caressing his chest.

"Y..Yes. I think you can go after either Izuku and Atsushi. Their a bit more easier to get to but Rin is so-so with Ren being a bit more challanging." He was blushing again as Ink thinks but her grey eyes looks to him but gently smiled.

"Well, I think I can leave that to you and Bakugo. Just decide who you think will do perfect for me to break next. If you do, I'll reward you and him for it. Understand?" she asked but he sits up kissing her neck understanding.

"I do...I'll do it and I'll pass the information along to Bakugo." He mutters that Ink chuckled to smile.

"Good. Thank you Denji. I'll be sure you and Bakugo are rewarded after this okay?" she sees him nod before letting him rest before he would head back to his post like nothing happened though Ink was excited while knowing another would be hers. For now, she will wait.

~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~

"Melinda, are you sure your not just over reacting here? I know it's a little nervous like but that feeling might be just something else." She blinks to look at Yuria then sighed crossing her arms.

"M..Maybe your right but I can't help it. Being in lockdown is not what I thought and with other inmates being a bit more rough than normal. It's scary to say the least." she knew that after a few tried stopping one dangerous inmate from killing some of the other guards but lucky for them they did. Now the inmate is on isolation cell.

"....Even so, just try to relax. We will get through this lock down after the inmates stop trying to mess with it. I heard Rex and the others are still on guard right now so things are fine." Yuria said but Melinda looks quiet to sigh.

She was worried but it's a gut feeling something was off. Even with noticing most of Rex's team was not back from their own but they were still on guard duty. Though, she didn't know in those four cells of the ones their watching, noises of whimpers, squeaks, moans, and crying of pleasure is heard. And yet, no one is around to hear it execpt the inmates in their cells having their fill of a member of Rex's team.

"....."

"Though, I wonder if Ryu and the others are alright? I heard down below things have gotten bad down there." she said.

"I don't know...Lets just hope it's nothing serious." Melinda said before standing up. Checking the time, it was time to go back on guard and checking on her inmate Mr. Jackal. Taking a slow breath, she heads off to his area leaving Yuria there in the break room.

'I wonder if Terry is feeling the same about this.......' She thought as she walks.

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"You know I'm shocked. You are able to withstand that much after a while but it's fine. Knowing you, your not that easy to break."

Terry struggles in his bonds but his eyes were covered while being chained up against the wall. His wrists were above his head, hand cuffed by the leather belt he had on but he twitched feeling something stroking his cock. He knew Sai was punishing him but his hand was hot moving up and down while teasing the tip.

"Nugghhhh....."

"Heh, though, seeing you all tied up like this is rather nice. You look all nice tied up. Makes you wonder how it's like if you got that chance to tie me up." He speaks against his ear but Sai only moves looking down. Terry couldn't see but his eyes were glowing again due to both his hunger and arousal. Sai knew he could control himself better but he was holding on for as long as he could.

"S...sai...let m..me out o..of this.." he said but he only twitched when feeling his chest touched by the snake, even warm kisses against his neck. Seems like Sai wouldn't let him go yet. He's not ready to.

"Ah ah ah....your still being punished you naughty bat. Besides, It took a while to find these for him. Seems even now you don't mind it right? Even now, your getting excited and getting bigger too..." he looks to see it twitching in Sai's hand but heard Terry groan while bucking his hips.

"Heh, even right now you look like your going to cum too.." Sai teased it more and more now seeing pre-cum at the tip. Was his venom that strong? It should be knowing his bite was that he saw Terry shaking now even if he was struggling in his bonds to get out of them and punish him for this.

"What the heck are-" That's when he got kissed by Sai deeply while he was holding his cheek when doing so. His golden color eyes still hidden under the bangs of his hair even if his tongue swirls against Terry's own.

However, even if Terry was trying to fight or struggle, Sai had his wrists bonded above his head that he groans in the kiss before Sai breaks it.

"Haaa..haaaa....."

"Heh, liked the kiss? It's fine. Though, I bet that's not what you want is it?" he teased to slowly lower one hand down now stroking him slowly as Terry hissed feeling his hand again. "You want to punish me back after this but not till I'm done.." he said only to push Terry on his back then looks to lower now stroking him faster. He heard another groan from Terry as he shook in his hands.

"Ahh...ahhh...You s...snake st..stop st..stroking s..so nuggh....mmmmm....."

Sai said nothing but he keeps going while blushing himself. Seeing it hard in his hand that he wanted to really make him go crazy but he shook his head shaking. "Not yet...not yet.." he hissed to himself even if he was getting more and more aroused.

"Didn't y..you hear m..me? E..Enough..a..all.....Ssssss.." that's when he felt something warm like he kissed against his neck while Sai kept stroking him faster. He knew the bat was going to cum but he wanted to see it.

"Ahhh...ahhhh...st...stop...nuggh..g..gonna......gonna.."

"Your going to cum? Go ahead, you can cum." he said against his neck only for Sai to kiss his lips again deeply that Terry shook as he was being kissed that his hips shook feeling his cum coming out in bursts. He groans as Sai keeps him close while kissing him. He did open one eye to see he came half way but still keeps stroking him.

Though, he slowly breaks the kiss showing a thin trail of saliva between them as Terry was panting with Sai chuckling. "Did it feel good to cum? It was a lot from the looks of it." he teased and yet, this made him blush worse that he looks away feeling Sai biting against his neck again.

"Or maybe punishments is more fun between us. Your already getting hard again." he mutters but Terry shook from the bites, kisses, and touches that he was closing his hands into fists wanting more.

"So...wanna keep playing bat?" he teased but he looks at his eyes covered before leaning in to kiss him again slowly. Terry only closed his hands into fists kissing him back but he feels him sit on his lap while wrapping his arms around his shoulders while feeling the bat already pressing up against him.

Terry felt he was kissing deeper but Sai only keeps him down for him to grip his open shirt. The bat and snake even breaks the kiss again panting against each others lips before Terry feels Sai grinding against him.

He chuckled seeing Terry twitching a little while feeling Sai teasing and messing with him. Though, he wanted to really punish him that it leaves him struggling in his binds again. This made Sai stop to move back a little. That's when something sharp bites his shoulder making him hiss. Sai bit him with blood running down his shoulder that made the snake pull up showing some of his own venom from his snake fangs.

"What did I say? Behave....you naughty bat..." he warns but Terry was feeling him give more kisses to his neck touching him. Once more, Terry tries to break free but he feels more and more venom given by the snake. However, he only feels the venom burning through his body that it made him groan out drooling as Sai slowly sits up to look at him.

"What? Got nothing to say Bat? Or do you give up?" he teased but Terry panted wanting relief but the snake's venom was punishing his senses wanting Sai.

"Haaa.....hhhhaaaaa..."

"Terry?" he leans in to look at him but he only sighed to see him shaking. "Maybe I need to leave you like this more. Your already a quivering mess.." he chuckled.

"D..damn it mmmmm snake...I t..told you ssss...t..to let m..me...hhaa...o..out of this....." he said and yet Sai smiled to look at his flushed face.

"Now why would I do that? Your already pumped with my venom and your already ready to burst.....I want to savor your punishment a bit longer......besides...I might have more games for us to play." That's when he moves back away from the bat while Terry struggles again. He begins to only feel worse that his own desires flooded his mind now stretching out the leather growling.

"Hmmm...though how should I punish you this time?" he asked himself while Terry was getting free. The snake was wondering but had a idea.

"Maybe we can get something to tease your spots inside....what do you think-NUggh!" as soon as he turned around, Sai was pinned down on his back while he looks up seeing a heated Terry.

"Hey, let m..me up. I was not done punishing you-Mffmm!" right away he got kissed by the bat deeply while holding him down. However, Sai felt his face red even when that thick length of his was throbbing now.

"Mmmm.....mmmmm......hhaaaa...Now now..you could have handled a little punish. You can't be mad about that?" he said but Terry panted not listening. However, Sai feels Terry gripping his waist but it told the snake he was going to punish him for this.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours pass showing Terry growling while holding the snake down on the bed. He was twitching gripping the sheets as the bat was ruthlessly punishing him. His moans were screams out while the glowing serpentine eyes were dazed over by lust and pleasure.

"MMMMMM!!!"

"Haaaa.....hhaaaa.." Another heated growl of pleasure leaves the bat as he rams into the snake hitting his spots. "MMMMMMMM!!"

"So t...tight....damn it's too tight...." he panted drooling as Terry was pounding away. Even Sai was biting down on the pillow to hide his moans and yet Terry noticed to grip his arms sitting him up on his knees.

"!?"

"Oh no you don't..let it out. I want to hear you moan for me snake!" he moans snapping his hips up making Sai jolt and scream loudly in pleasure.

"AHHHHH!! N..NOT THERE!! PLEASE N..NOT THERE!" he begs drooling as the bat was reclaiming the snake for his own. He only keeps going pressing Sai's back up against his chest, seeing how dazed out his eyes were. His skin coated in some sweat as he was moaning out lustfully like a girl almost.

"See? Your moaning out so much..it must feel good right? Feeling my cock hitting all your spots just right. You naughty haaa dirty snake!" Terry moans that he snaps his hips only to hear Sai moaning out loudly that he feels his cock cumming suddenly. Even if he did Terry didn't stop that Sai screams out moaning worse.

"W..wait I just came! I'm still cumming! Cumming!!" He begs till Terry snaps his hips forward groaning out while cumming inside the snake. Sai shook moaning out weakly feeling the strong grips from the bat before he gasped being flipped on his side but yelps when Terry slams into him again.

"Ahhhhhhh?!"

"Haaa...haaaa....."

"T..Terry..p..please...e..ease up on the....." that's when he yelps getting his ass spanked by the bat. He tenses in pleasure but gets another one. Then another. And another. This made Sai yelp while gripping the bed and tightening around his cock.

"Nffmm!! MMMM!!! Nmmmm!!!!....Gahh!!!!"

"Oh? Is spanking you getting you excited? Your tightening around me each time I spank. *heard sai whimper from a hit* Your. *gets another heard a weak moan* ass!" Terry said hitting it hard that Sai moans drooling.

"Answer me!" He said hitting his ass harder and harder that he saw Sai squirming under him as he was panting heavily gripping the bed. He was just tightening up more and more that he lowers his head groaning out.

"Ahhh! Y..Yes..Yes I d..do..I love w..when you.....do this I g..get tighter and t..tighter!" he moans shaking trying to move but the bat pulls him back still thrusting into him even stronger.

"That's a good snake. I wanna break you just like before......but you wouldn't mind that would you?" he said against the back of his neck that Sai only shakes again only to feel him get pushed down on his front as Terry quickens his hips hearing Sai moaning out.

"Come on Sai..you need to answer me...I know you can so do that or I'll stop." He warns pulling him close to hold his head back by the chin. He saw how out of it Sai was that he was moaning trying to buck his hips back only to feel Terry grip his hips.

"Mmmm....mmmmm..p..please..c.come on. I thought you were going t..to punish m..me...." he begs only to get another smack to hear a weak hiss from the snake.

"I am..but I guess I should let you savor it. Knowing once you answer, you'll be fine. Won't you?" he teased but grinds against him while Sai was shaking in pleasure. Feeling the thick girth pulsing inside of him that he whines trying to move but felt Terry slowly stroke his back.

"Now, answer me. You wouldn't mind me breaking you again will you? I get to give you a good pounding while you taking it well. That will be fun..won't it?" he said into his ear as Sai shudders feeling the slow kisses.

"Mmmmmmm..y...yes i..it's f..fine..I don't mind. I w..want you t..to break me. Break me to your heart's content." he begs hearing Terry laugh.

"Good snake. I will since you punished me from before..now I'll be sure you get the same twice as rough." he said before starting to snap his hips down pushing all the way inside as Sai cries out shaking.

"W..Wait! Wait wait wait wait!" He begs feeling his eyes rolling in the back of his head as his spots were hit so ruthless.

"Grrrr..I'm not..going to. Your going to t..take it all. Take my girth and submit to me!" he said moving more with Sai crying out drooling again. In that moment, Terry keeps him down till he slams down cumming again inside.

"Ahhhh f..fuckkkkkk!!" Sai shook cumming with his head leaning back biting down on his arm but feels the hot cum filling his stomach before Terry panted while kissing his neck for him to force his hips up again and starts again.

"Haaaa! T..Terry..f..fuck y...yes!!!!" he moans laughing as he drools wanting this. "G..go harder! Take me as much as you want! Show me you want to break me!" he begs slamming his hips back against his thrusts with Terry grunting while gripping his hips doing just that.

"Oh trust me, you naughty snake..I plan to."he said before pounding away, with his cries and moans echoing in his area but no one could hear. Just the ruthless punishments from the bat to the snake.

Seems Terry and Sai were busy but another officer falls. However, the story is not over. For now, we go to a nervous Brooks but she got word that the elevator was locked but something must have happened. But right now, she was in front of her own charges cell. Gripping the door handle, she turns and heads inside.

What will happen now and what is going on down below the lower holding cells of the max prison? Come back to find out.

[demon-blood-youths]

Wow, I had no idea Rust nd Sai were that crazy on the officers. I worry about the other officers that is watching some of your members and the others. Do you both enjoy teasing them like that?

@the-silver-peahen-residence Rust and Sai look at each other after hearing the anon's question before laughing and snickering with each other. "Is it bad if we do?" Sai smiles slyly. "Those guys were the ones teasin us first, ya know? Goin bout that they can take care of us and make sure we don't get into trouble cuz of our records." Rust grins. "I mean who wouldn't want to mess with them?" Rust laughs. Said nods, "It started out as business as usual until we decided how far we can tease them until we have them under us."

"Davion was hard to get down." Rust smiles, "I try to take him down so I can touch the pretty sensitive places. He couldn't take it so he made sure I behaved. It helps both of us be in this place. It's a good exercise if ya know what I mean.." Said the blond. ------

"Ah..ah...damn...this is a good workout!" Rust panted as the rouge knight rode the dragon non-stop. Davion is growling underneath while he is being tied up. "Come on. Don't be like that! It's fun for both of us."

"Ah..fuck...Rust..." Davion groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Rust bouncing onto his cock. He feels so great. "I might get tired so let me drink some of your blood. As payback, I can offer some of mine." Rust tells the dragon before he goes to speed up the pace. "After this, you can have me however you like." "Shit...when I do. I make sure you behave, Knight." Davion growls as his eyes glow. Rust grins with a lustful look in his glowing crimson eyes, "I can't wait..." ------- Sai nods, "Same thing with Officer McGinnis, I enjoy his company very much. We started off as light first before further down the rabbit hole. I had him in a lock before biting my fangs into him." Said Sai, revealing snake fangs. "I made him super aroused to where I have him. It was fun. ------ "That's it! Right there, bat!" Sai moans as he makes sure to keep the bat close inside of him while wrapping his legs over his waist as the bat is under his spell, pounding into him non-stop. He made sure to have Terry close to his neck so he could bite him or whatever. Sai moans when Terry bites into him, feeling those fangs. Sai bucks his hips back. Sai is enjoying the pleasure now between them. His cell is a good place for them to release their urges. "Fuck...there! Don't stop! I make sure to give you some of that in return." "Fuck..Sai...you...snake..." "Yeah..I know. But I like you love this, don't you?~" Sai's words are like the temptation to Terry. He couldn't help himself to chase that pleasure as he kept thrusting into that warm tight hole of the snake. "We can go...ah....many rounds if you like. We got all night, my lovely bat~" ----- "That's how we spend our time with them." Sai smiles. Now he thinks about it, he hums, "I also heard that Ink got six officers looking after her. It seems like Mr. Henderson looks like he needs serious help." Sai smirked. Rust nods before blinking, "Oh yeah! Did you hear? Itadori and Fushiguro got assigned to that guy named uh...guy with the red streak in his hair. You know. That guy? Officer...Hash..moto or something?"

"Him? I pity the poor soul. He is about to get eaten up by those two. Those two are what I consider tops. Officer Hashimoto is a...hmmm..what do you call it?" "A sub?" Rust goes to drink some water. "If you present someone that looks ready to eat, no doubt that those two want you. I bet you that they're having fun with him and making him come back to them over and over. Knowing Itadori, he makes sure that his partners feel good. Ask Fushiguro." "Indeed. Fushiguro told me that they use toys to keep the game going." He said. "But anyway...we aren't worried. You see...Ink and Oblivion are good when it comes to officers." Rust grins, "Yeah. I mean...after all..most of the inmates run the join. The officers are like our....um...people we love to hang out with or pass the time in here. Fun times." He grins. "Now you know, anon. That said...we should find the bat and the dragon. I'm up for another round." Said. "Same here!" Rust grins.

[noirandchocolate]

RICE Alzheimer's Research Institute

Terry died on 12 March 2015, having given his PCA a run for its money.  Open about his diagnosis, he has helped to unlock the secrecy and stigma that often surrounds dementia.  His legion of fans is undoubtedly grateful that despite the inevitable progression of the PCA he was able to fight his ‘embuggerance’ and continue to produce a number of both well-received and well-reviewed books.  Terry was also a great example to me in emphasizing how important it is that, in caring for people with any type of dementia, we always look for what people with a condition like PCA can still do, rather than what they can’t: by maximizing what is possible, a person can still live well with dementia for a significant time.

–Professor Roy Jones, Director of RICE (taken from “Terry Pratchett: His World”)

I wanted to post something for the Glorious 25th about the Research Institute for the Care of Older People (RICE) in Bath, where Sir Terry Pratchett received treatment for Post-Cortical Atrophy, the type of Alzheimer’s disease that eventually took his life. From the organization’s website:

RICE established one of the first memory clinic services in the UK in 1987 – a service which has since been widely replicated and is now considered standard and best practice by the NHS. In fact, RICE now runs the NHS Memory Clinic in Bath and North East Somerset on behalf of the local clinical commissioning group and local authority through a sub-contract with HCRG Care Group. To date, we’ve assessed, diagnosed, treated and advised 12,000 people with memory problems and their families in our memory clinic. 

Most of RICE’s clinical services and research activities take place in our own purpose built, specialist centre located on the Royal United Hospital site. The building of the RICE Centre was possible as a result of generous donations from major donors, trusts and foundations, and members of the public. RICE moved into the ground and first floor of the centre in 2008. Following the success of the DementiaPlus Appeal and further generous donations from major donors, trusts and foundations and members of the public, RICE converted the attic floor in 2019 to create more office space. This has given us access to much needed additional rooms and offices which will enable us to grow and run more services and activities. We’ve worked hard to ensure that the areas of the centre visited by our patients meets their needs and we regularly receive feedback on how much our patients enjoy their visit to our centre.

RICE not only provides clinical services to patients, but also conducts research into aging and dementia, including performing clinical trials for new drug treatments for memory-related diseases and developing other “techniques for diagnosing, managing, treating and understanding dementia and memory changes in older adults.”

Lady Lyn Pratchett is the patron of the organization, and the website includes a page about how people can donate funds or volunteer at the clinic and participate in fundraising events.

SO, if you’d like to help fund Alzheimer’s research on this Glorious 25th of May–or at any time–in honor of the Man in the Hat, take a look!

[lazlolullaby]

Bruce just. Cannot be free of Family.

Parents dead?

Kickass Butler Alfred and non corrupt police officer Jim Gordon co parenting.

No social life or stable girl/guy he can see having kids with?

Dick Grayson tumbling from stage left.

Pushing your growing teenager away for fear of his safety/personal control issues?

Jason Todd stealing the tires off the Batmobile. Barbara Gordon getting her claws in the city systems for support.

Also pushing this kid away and him dying, causing untold pain and grief?

Tim Drake is adopting Bruce now.

Getting older?

Doesn't matter feral kids fighting crime stay in the same age range. Get a Stephanie, a Cass, and a Duke!

Your old flames getting older?

Talia has access to technology and makes a kid thats actually related to you. And Damian keeps adopting animals.

After all of that, all of these people in your life and you still end up alone in the Manor at 80 something?

Meet your semi-clone Terry. You can't out stubborn a teenage version of you.

In conclusion:

Get loved idiot.

[terrence-silver]

Imagining high school sweetheart!beloved and Terry getting married before he gets shipped off to war and Beloved always sending letters to Terry while he’s away

Bonus: Terry comes back home after the war and finds Beloved’s unsent letters to him that were written when he was M.I.A. and sees how worried she was about him

---

I feel nobody would believe Twig is married because he's, well...Twig!

He's so young! So shy! So wide eyed! Scrawny! The idea of Privates infinitely more experienced and worldly than him only just being in the stage of sharing correspondence back home with their respective sweethearts and go-steady girlfriends while this kid here is already legally married is straight out of the Twilight Zone for most of his fellow soldiers who immediately wrote him off as a sore loser, perhaps with the rare exception of John Kreese who stands up for him and defends him when he's teased and called a liar who just about invented a full-blown Missus for himself to seem cool and less of a wimp in the eyes of everyone else, the letters he receives from beloved deemed fabricated one way or another even though they're actually entirely legitimate, the parcels bearing the seal of the military mail, arriving the same as everyone else's packages do.

''Did your momma write those?''

Someone might cruelly jest right before Kreese gives them a look, telling them to step off.

Gets slightly worse during POW captivity. All the members of Twig's platoon are in the same mess but it doesn't prevent in-fighting and the day-to-day cruelty and microaggressions from continuing even inside of a cage when validly, once communications are entirely cut off and they're trapped deep in enemy territory, there is no way for beloved's letters or anyone's as for that matter to come in and circulate, and the soldiers and even Twig's own Commanding Officer Turner never let him forget that like he's somehow to blame (And in their mind's eye, he is. They feel he's got them all captured through his negligence and incompetence. There will be payback for that. If the Vietcong don't do him in, his own will. For all Turner cares, Terry Silver got them here and pray to God, in the following weeks, he'll make this kid's life so difficult in this cage he'll wish the Vietcong ended him day one, bullet to the brain, same as Ponytail and what better way to utilize psychological warfare than to use the boy's own spouse against him the way he later tries with John and Betsy), finding it an apt pastime to pester one of their own even when facing death, torture and execution from the Vietcong that captured them. It's easier in a weird and very sick sense; poking and prodding at the weakest link in the hierarchy of things to better endure the gravity of the situation and just forget for a while.

You do some pretty awful things under duress.

''Guess the love letters stopped now, eh, Twig?'' Turner mocks.

''Momma back home ran out of ink?''

The older man laughs into his own chin as Twig scoots further back against the bamboo bars of their shared jail, missing beloved so badly he can feel the ache of it in his bones, loathing the fact he has no control of anything going on and John Kreese, witnessing the sight and having stood up for his friend countless times vows that one of these days, he's gonna give their Commanding Officer a piece of his mind even if he ends up court martialed for it after they're released seeing as how John can vouch that if the other soldiers are boneheads Captain Turner has enough intel on his own men to know for a fact Twig never lied and that he is in fact married back home. That beloved's real the same way his Betsy is real. Man has no excuse for the hell he's putting Twig through just because he can. John gets his chance to retaliate for the abuse a few weeks later once the Vietcong force them to fight over an open pit of snakes.

As for Twig?

Once they're rescued from the POW camp, he is finally reunited with the stack of letters beloved's been sending him back at base and it's like being reunited with a missing limb. When he gets home, beloved gives him a package of unsent mail just around the time he was captured and gone missing. Everything he's been made fun of entirely real and genuine; not one word of it a lie or made up. Everything right there, in black and white, written down with beloved's own pen. Every bit of concern. Fear. Care. Of course, it only serves to turn him a little more...well...Terry Silver as we know him. No point in being truthful if he won't be believed anyway, even when he is. Might as well fabricated. Might as well manipulate. Everyone who ever laughed at him died. And he's here. He survived. He is loved. He's won. And he'll keep winning and winning.

He hugs the stack of letters and beloved close to his chest with a vice grip.

The first seeds of something very dark have long been sown.

[dronarryfest]

What an incredible first week of dronarry! Here is the roundup of all the amazing works we’ve shared so far. We’re giving you the Sunday off to catch up if you haven't yet! And we want to send a huge THANK YOU to our wonderful readers for all the comments and kudos you’ve been sending. Keep them coming and stay tuned for week two!

[FIC] Some Nights || E || 23k || by @thecouchsofa

Ron fucks up his Silencing Charms in the dorms one night. Then Malfoy does. The rest, as they say, is history. 

💭 Came for the filth stayed for the feels. And the filth. Scorching hot, funny as fuck, got me curling my toes so hard my whole leg cramped. - emsuemsu

💭 This is so incredibly perfect, like the smut is perfect but Harry’s cluelessness and excitement is amazing and Ron just rolling with the punches…needless to say I’ve already read it more than once - marebear723

[FIC] Hear Me Out || E || 5k || by @rainstormradish

“I know this is all just a big joke to you,” whispered Draco, his lips inches from Ron’s ear, his breath on his neck, his hips pressed against him, Merlin, “but I need you to fucking commit to the bit here, Ron.”

💭 I am burning UP. i love how distinct each of their characters are. And the tension???? God, they’re all so sexy. - lostinyourcostellation

💭 Scorching hot! Absolutely love this premise & the way you carried it out here felt sooo good. Wonderfully done :) - thestarryknight

[ART] Signing The Forever Bond || G || by @digthewriter

No fanfare adorned their sacred moment, no gaze of a world eager to witness, for they sought not the spotlight's glow but rather the quiet dance of shared hearts. And some paperwork.

💭 I adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. -schmem_14

💭  This is so gorgeous! I'm obsessed with ALL the details. Bearded Draco! There isn't enough Bearded!Draco content, honestly. - sleepstxtic

[FIC] Permanent || M || 14k || by @citrusses

"Harry's always been fixated on older men. Have you ever noticed that, Ron?” Granger asks. “Have I ever noticed—Hermione, we’ve lived with the bloke for years! He doesn’t bring them home much, but I’m not blind. I see who he’s shagging.” “And David, an older man, tells Harry ‘Saviour Complex’ Potter he needs him to save the world?” “He didn’t stand a chance,” Ron agrees. “Fascinating,” Draco says, in a strangled voice.

💭 I love this so much. I can't wait to reread it. What a gorgeous fucking fic with beautiful, agonising detail and introspection. - TheGoblinMatriarch

💭 Omg I don’t want to be that person BUT I COULD READ 300K OF THIS it was brilliant! - Moonflower_Rose

[FIC] These Foolish Little Games || E || 8.5k || by @schmem14

Thanks to a falling out between Harry and Ron, Draco can finally get together with Harry, have the most spectacular and inappropriate office sex, and enjoy Weasley-free weekends out. Life is perfect. So why does he have the nagging feeling he should get the estranged best friends to patch things up?

💭 Incredibly steamy, love the setup of a Ron/Harry fight and Draco’s scheming ❤️❤️❤️❤️ - citrusses

💭 yesssss - i am always here for the under the desk shenanigans. Lol at how easily they convinced Ron. There was no hope for him 😂 - MaesterChill

[FIC] Edging into His Heart || E || 5k || by @chelsiewhitlock & diplobeanz

Stuck on a long stakeout, Draco has reached the end of his patience with Ron Weasley's rule. In an effort to make the best of the situation, he decides to push the boundaries and past the edge of propriety. Shenanigans ensue.

💭  THIS is the Draco Ron dynamic I’m here for 😍 this story was fucking hot, and that tantric spell thingy oh, my… 🥵 - schmem_14

💭 wowww the dynamics you have going on here!!! 100/10 will be thinking about forever.  - fluxweed

[FIC] People Are Boring || E || 14.3k || by @starquestingfordrarry

“Alright, what’s your terrible news?” Draco braces himself on Harry’s desk. “Weasley’s hot.” “You’ll have to be more specific, there are a lot of hot Weasleys.” Draco makes a strangled, groaning sound in his throat. “The Weasley. Weasel. Weasel-by. Your Weasley.” Harry’s heart jumps to his throat, and his stomach drops to his shoes. “Ron’s back?”

💭 THAT.WAS. DMCJSKDKCJDH. I was excited, my heart ached at one point, I cried, then screeched, this really did have it all 🔥 - Jaqie

💭 So softly angsty then so tender then so sexy. This dynamic just works beautifully, and your Ron is 🔥🔥🔥 - gr8k8

[reddbuster]

The Hawthorne sisters make me so insane because they're so interesting and have so so much potential but the way they're written (Especially Dahlia) encourages the audience not to look below the surface.

(long ass ramble-y analysis below and cw for mentions of the shitbag that is Terry Fawles. btw)

Remember that the Hawthornes are also Feys. They spent their early childhood raised by Morgan, a notoriously horrible parent, in a society where they were essentially viewed as disappointments. To their own mother, they were nothing but a waste of space. Dead weight born to drag her own name through the mud. Not to mention the fact that they were identical twins. Morgan probably barely treated them like people, let alone as her daughters. And then, when Misty took her role as the Master of Kurain, she shipped them off to the same father that didn't hesitate to leave the family behind.

And then, unsurprisingly, he decided that he didn't need them either. Even having left behind everything they'd ever known, The Hawthorne twins could never escape the curse of being unwanted. And so he shipped one off to Hazakura, and, reluctantly, took the other into his home. Their entire childhoods were just comprised of being left behind, again and again and again, and then, finally, being ripped away from the only person who'd ever understood them. And then their paths diverge.

Iris is alone. She's left at a temple in the mountains with a stranger. After a childhood of the twins likely being treated as a single, undesirable unit, (And with Dahlia probably being the more outspoken and therefore more noticed sister) Iris probably wouldn't have much sense of who she is. And she's been brought back into the world of the Kurain channeling technique, where she already knows she is useless. All she knows about herself is that nobody wants her. But Bikini is different. Over the years, they become a sort of family. And Iris has her issues, of course, but at least she has a place where she's needed, wanted, loved.

And then there's Dahlia. She's left in much the same state as Iris, except she doesn't get that same experience of finally belonging. She grows up as the awkward stepdaughter that nobody really wants around. But at least, if she can finish growing up in this household without losing her mind, she'll finally have the freedom to build her own life.

She's just starting high school. She gets a tutor to help her with math. Everything is normal. And then it turns out her tutor, a adult man twice her size, is attracted to her. This grown ass man starts dating her, a traumatized and vulnerable 14 year old girl. Somehow, Dahlia gets a hold of poison (what the fuck were her parents doing!!!!!!) and finds a way out, a way to get rid of her abuser. But Valerie, a) Dahlia's older sister and b) a police officer, who has a responsibility twice over to protect this girl, encourages her to stay in this relationship so she can get a share of her father's money.

The plot is Dahlia's last chance to get out of this. The others see an opportunity for a profit, but for Dahlia it's so much more than that. She can use this to escape, from her family and from Fawles. If she can just wait out the plan, she can eventually start fresh, with money and a new identity, away from her past. And she asks her sister to help. Because, of course, Iris is just like her! Iris must be alone and desperate too, so surely she will understand. Meanwhile, Iris is scared. She loves her sister, but Iris has finally found a family. She belongs somewhere. And now her sister wants her to help commit a crime? What Dahlia wants could put everything Iris has gained in jeopardy. When she decides not to assist in the plan, Dahlia feels doubly betrayed. Not only is Iris not helping, but it seems like she's moved on from her sister. Iris has everything Dahlia wants. A safe home. A mother. A place in life. And Dahlia is alone, just like she's always been. At this point, she may not even have a sister.

Dahlia commits her first murder because she is abused, desperate and scared. And every subsequent crime is fueled by these same emotions. Dahlia is not a genius or an evil mastermind. She's a girl who is scared and angry and bitter and at this point she's too far gone to start over. She kills Valerie, the sister who used her. Fawles dies on the stand. She poisons the defense of her abuser. She is scared. She's left behind a trail of evidence. She's practically running away from her own shadow at this point. The only asset she thinks she has left is her looks. She probably doesn't think twice about using Doug Swallow, because what has life taught her so far but that any man who wants her cannot be trusted? Doug and Phoenix are collateral damage. She doesn't see humanity in them.

When she is convicted in Phoenix's trial, he has failed at what she sees as his only asset. To her he isn't a person who loved her, because the only man who's ever claimed to love her before is Terry Fawles, and look how that turned out. It's not like she was actually there to get to know him. In this long waiting game that is her life, he's just the piece that didn't stay put. She couldn't predict him, and that fact leads to her downfall. And maybe there's no point anyway. Maybe her whole life was a downfall of sorts. Maybe Dahlia knows she doesn't have a future. But she keeps going because what else is she going to do, this broken, miserable girl fueled only by hurt. In the end, all Dahlia Hawthorne's life amounts to is 2 dead men and a murdered sister. Those were all people from her past. But now, the ones who ruined her, Phoenix, Mia Fey, her own sister who she loved and who betrayed her, they're the ones who get to live what was supposed to be her future. And then she dies with that knowledge that her entire life was nothing more than a bump on the road on someone else's path to happiness. No wonder she was bitter. No wonder she wanted them dead. She's like the living embodiment of everything that's wrong with her family.

And then Iris has to live with that knowledge! And it's not like she did something wrong. Of course she didn't. She saved an innocent man from being murdered. But her choices hurt someone she loved anyway, because that's what it means to be a Fey.

Yeah so anyway I'm normal

[eemcintyre]

Wicked Game (Terry Silver)

TW- bondage, sadism/masochism, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, denial, control, overstimulation, humiliation, gagging, power exchange/imbalance, allusions to objectification/human furniture, hurting oneself for another’s pleasure; reader is inexperienced/a virgin, age gap, sub drop.

Summary- Terry Silver takes an interest in one of his adult students; an innocent and inexperienced girl with an obvious crush on him. After they start a relationship, he invites her to explore her interests in power exchange and sadomasochism.

IT'S FINE OK EVERYTHING'S FINE I'M FINE. Anyway this one goes out to all the TIG sluts like me and please be kind because I'm beiNG VERY VULNERABLE RIGHT NOW xoxo please and thank you

It was thoroughly unusual to see the Cobra Kai dojo so quiet. Normally, as the most popular dojo in the Valley since the resurged interest in karate, the building hummed with activity from its large number of youth and adult students. But this afternoon, the only people in sight were a few members of what appeared to be a cleaning crew.

Thinking about it further, Y/N realized it made more sense- it was just the start of a new school year, so the younger students were probably busy acclimating to their classes and the adults with such children were just as busy taking care of them. The next tournament also wouldn’t take place for months. Y/N decided that she was thankful for the quiet, as she had begun to worry about the number of people who witnessed her frequenting Sensei Silver’s office and what they might start to think about why that was. Especially because, if their wondering led them to more scandalous lines of thinking, they wouldn’t be wrong.

She made her way past the cleaning crew, trying her best not to undo their progress on the floors as she made her way to the opposite end of the spacious main room, toward the entrance to a stairway. She knew this flight of stairs well, having traveled up the steps many times over the last few months- the dark grey corridor, dimly lit by cool fluorescent lights, would be an ominous and mysterious tunnel, did it not lead to the thrill of Terry Silver’s personal attention.

From the moment Y/N had joined the dojo’s adult class, Terry had taken a special interest in her training, engaging in what seemed to be more one-on-one teaching than he gave to his other students. He also took an interest in her personal life, asking about what she did outside of their classes and checking in with her anytime she seemed to be having an off day. And while Y/N kept it within her innermost thoughts, she wouldn’t lie to herself that she did enjoy the special attentiveness. While the chances of it leading anywhere were slim to none, she’d been pining for Silver from afar since the beginning.

It wasn’t just something, it was everything about him- the fact that he was so much older than her; learned, well-rounded and traveled and still able to move like he was in his prime. The long, soft-looking curls of hair in his unique, trademark ponytail and the frosty blue eyes that she could feel in her knees. The smallest bit of praise on her technique or obedience to his commands would give her butterflies for the rest of the day. It had all earned him a starring role in the imagery of her night and day-dreams.

As someone who had dated very few people in life thus far, let alone ever had sex, these dreams were ones she’d never had about anyone else and didn’t fully understand. While observing his demonstrations to the class of various moves, Y/N found herself imagining, even wishing for that carefully cultivated and controlled strength to be directed toward her. He seemed to relish the thought of inflicting pain on his enemies, and she found it exciting to imagine him experiencing that same relish because of her. But the idea that she might want someone to hurt her was totally foreign, and trying to sort out the feelings left her confused and disgusted. She didn’t know much about that sort of lifestyle, but she knew that it was generally frowned upon as gross and unnatural. Thus, rather than explore it deeper, she tucked the matter deep inside and tried not to analyze it, merely shyly enjoying the thrill.  

As well as she believed herself to be hiding this array of conflicting feelings, Terry could see right through and, as a result, was taken with the need to possess and deflower her innocent, unsuspecting sweetness. The idea that this reserved, weak little thing had so obviously never been touched, or really romantically pursued by anyone before, but was head over heels for him, who at this point had seen and done it all, was downright intoxicating. Every time he caught her staring at him and she quickly looked away, cheeks flushed and hands fumbling, he felt drunk with power and arousal. Thankfully his gi was long enough to cover what she did to him until he could take care of it. 

One evening's particularly challenging session of board breaking had left Y/N with a bloodied hand full of cuts and splinters. After the rest of the students filtered out of the building, post-attending to their own wounds, Sensei Silver took it upon himself to bandage her hand.

As they sat in closer proximity than ever before, her hand firmly clasped by his own in order to wrap it, she’d expressed how embarrassed and disappointed she was to have torn up her hand so badly without managing to break even a single board. Expecting a lecture from her strict teacher, she was shocked when he, while holding a steady, scrutinizing gaze, replied:

“I’m quite pleased with how hard you worked today. Board breaking doesn’t happen overnight; you have to toughen up your hand first.”

He emphasized his words with a light shake of her wrist as he finished his bandaging work. She managed a small, slightly comforted smile, but found herself unable to return the intense eye contact, glancing down at her knees.

“So, why did you do that?” he asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.

“What?” She stared, disoriented, noticing that he hadn’t yet let go of her hand even though he’d finished tending to it.

“If you didn’t realize that what you did today was part of strengthening your hand, then why did you push yourself to the point of bleeding? There were plenty of other students who knew the purpose of what they were doing and still didn’t push themselves that hard. Why?”

The only answer she could give didn’t entirely make sense to her, and yet she knew it was true nonetheless.

“I guess… I wanted to please you, Sensei, by trying as hard as I could. You always say that fear, pain, and defeat don’t exist in this dojo, and I would have felt like I was giving in to those things and letting you down if I didn’t keep going. I was just trying to do what you told me.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you willingly hurt yourself because you thought it would please me?”

She found herself increasingly distracted by his prolonged, firm grip on her hand, although she didn’t try to extricate herself. She reddened, dizziness and heat twinging and twisting in her stomach. It was such an odd way for him to describe it, and yet it wasn’t untrue.

“I… I guess you could say that… maybe. I don’t know…”

He backed off of the subject after that, not wanting to alienate her by pushing too far and too fast. She was going to require a delicate approach.

But over the following weeks he made it clear that he was just as interested in her as she was in him, and she came to the realization that dating him might not be as remote of a possibility as she’d thought. When he finally proposed the idea of going out, she was hesitant. Not only had her small number of previous partners never included someone so much older, who was so intense and intimidating and also an authority figure in her life, but she didn’t want to ruin the good thing she had going with her Cobra Kai lessons if things didn’t work out between them. But she had taken so few chances in her life, and she decided it would be stupid to pass the opportunity up just because she was scared. This was the dojo where fear did not exist, after all.

They ended up going out for dinner one evening soon after and having a wonderful time, and then one wonderful time quickly led to another and another. Though the time that had passed was short in comparison to how slow she usually moved, they were getting more serious with each other than anyone Y/N had ever dated. But, in addition, she noted that something felt off, like it was lying unaddressed, simmering below the surface.

One night, while at his place after the day’s karate class, Terry was eager to experiment by testing her reactions to the subject of mixing pain and pleasure once again.

As the two of them were making out on the sofa in his study, he dug his thumb into a bruise she’d incurred during a sparring session. She shocked herself when she groaned into the kiss, half in pain and half to express the strange way it warmed her stomach and made her throb. She glanced up at him in alarm and he smirked triumphantly.

“That feel good?” he asked, and she froze. “Like it felt good splitting your hand open on those boards?”

“No…” He quirked an eyebrow at her skeptically, knowingly, warning her to tell the truth. “Yes… I don’t know.” She squirmed as he remained unmoving, unblinking.

“It’s alright, you know. Everyone feels conflicted about it at first, but lots of people are aroused by pain, obedience, deferring control to someone else.” She opened her mouth but couldn’t force any words out. He continued. “Do you want to submit to me? Wouldn’t it feel good to be protected, and cared for in every conceivable way; for someone else to make the decisions? You seem to long for it, and I can provide it.”

“I-I don’t know how- what all is involved…”  

“Well, I’m a teacher; I can teach you. If you’re curious, we can explore that side of yourself- together.” When she made no reply, he spoke to one of the fears he knew was gnawing at her. “No one but us would know. The risk is minimal- either you’ll realize it’s not the right fit for you, or you might feel more fulfilled than you ever have in your life.”

She couldn’t argue with his logic. And, so far, the chances she’d taken with Terry had paid off. What was another one? 

~

“Sensei,” she uttered the title loudly enough for him to hear, but softly enough to not disturb him if he was working on something important.

“Y/N,” he immediately looked away up the contents of his desk to her before flicking his wrist to glance at his watch. “Good, you’re right on time.”

It was thirty minutes before the start of the evening’s karate class, as he’d requested a couple of days before. He wouldn’t say why but did assure her that nothing was wrong. From the way he’d acted when making the arrangement, she figured that it was another invitation to explore their new dynamic, in which case she was still extremely nervous, but in an excited sort of manner, still self-conscious of her body and everything she wanted him to do to it.

For her very first foray into the practice, he’d suggested that, since she liked serving and following orders so much, she should assist him at his home office by holding and carrying papers and anything else he needed, including even making and bringing him drinks. The second time, he’d used her as a footstool while he read a book. Once, he had forbidden her to speak at all during a class, and most recently, they’d made out while her hands were tied. And he had been right- she was a natural. Relinquishing control to him was somehow incredibly exhilarating and a massive relief at the same time.

As Y/N approached his desk, he also rose from his chair, meeting her just in front of the desk and leaning languidly against it. He didn’t say anything else, wanting to study her expression as he maintained the silence. Shifting her weight from side to side, a weak smile twitching at her lips, he could tell that she was burning with curiosity and nervousness while trying to appear still casual and playful.  

“Why the early meeting?” she asked, not wanting to be assumptive if it was not, in fact, for romantic purposes. “And why here? Class starts before too long…” Her eyes flitted anxiously from his daunting form to the discomfortingly quiet room around them.

“Oh, this won’t interfere with class. I have something special for you in mind today. A different training session that I think is going to do you a lot better.” He intruded even closer into her personal space, reaching to grip her shoulders, and she looked up to meet his gaze, her heart thudding as she was enveloped by the scent of his cologne. “Instead of being with the other students today, I have a solo practice for you.”

“Okay,” she murmured, half in agreement and half as a question.

“Come here.” He was intent on preserving the feeling of mystery and anticipation. Taking her hand, he led her to a door off to their side.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you won’t disrupt the rest of the class.”

“What will I be doing? What is this?” Y/N laughed softly, trying to break the tension as her hands became damp with sweat, but he wouldn’t grant her any reprieve and clue her in. He just opened the door, revealing a small closet. While it also housed shelves of miscellaneous office supplies, her attention was primarily drawn to the center of the space, where a chair was positioned, a black duffel bag placed at its side.

“Sit down,” he ordered, and she proceeded shakily to take a seat in the chair, hands folded tightly together in her lap. While he still stood near the doorway of the closet, pacing, he continued speaking:

“This is a test of endurance. Not only will it help you with your Cobra Kai training, but it’s going to help you outside of that as well.”

Finally, he unzipped the mysterious duffel bag, and her mouth went dry when he pulled out several strands of rope.

“Ah, ah… just relax,” he instructed as she began to fidget uncomfortably in the chair, like she was about to get up. Stepping behind her, rope in one hand, he used his other free one to place a steadying touch on her shoulder.

“Do you remember your safeword?” he asked calmly. If Y/N was truly uncomfortable, he always made it clear that she should use it, as trust and safety were to be at the core of such a dynamic. Especially if he wanted to continue in his delicate approach to shaping her into his dearest little slut. She nodded, making a visible but not entirely successful effort to relax into the chair and his touch.

“This is for your own good,” he noted, beginning to loop the rope around her shoulders and arms, as well as her wrists, securing her upper half to the backboard of the chair. “Although I won’t deny that I enjoy seeing you like this.”

Moving to kneel in front of her, he joined her legs to the front two chair legs, spreading them slightly apart as she, torn between obedience and panic, squirmed feebly in the chair. She continued to sputter frantic nonsense phrases and he noted that her eyes were starting to water as he double-checked the secureness of the binds. Tight enough to contain her and give a slight burn, but not enough to bruise. Perfect for her first of such an experience.  

He removed another item from the duffel bag and Y/N let out a soft whine, her shaking growing more intense at the sight of a vibrator wand.

“Darling, I need you to focus.” He said firmly, using the last piece of rope to attach the vibrator to the chair, situated between her parted legs, snug against her clit over her underwear. His cock twitched in his pants when he saw that there was already a wet spot.

“You’re going to sit with this vibrator on your cunt while the rest of us are having class downstairs. You will not come.”

She began to let out an alarmed cry, a tear escaping down the side of her face, and Terry was reminded of the final touch needed to complete her 'look.'

“Oh, that’s right…”

He rifled through the bag for the last of the needed items, revealing a ball gag. That’s when Y/N really started to struggle against the ropes, but by then there was no point. As tears began to slide down her face at an increasing rate, she recoiled when he bent to lick them from her cheek. She was so incredibly disgusted with herself for how turned-on she felt in such a humiliating moment; the mix of emotions was so overwhelming that she wanted to run away somewhere and hide. 

“Wait!” she exclaimed as he held up the gag, about to fasten it behind her head, and, just in case she was about to safeword, he paused. “But h-how… I don’t think I can. What if someone comes in?”

“No one’s going to come in- they won’t hear you if you’re gagged, and I’ll have you safely locked inside with the lights off,” he smirked.

“I’m scared,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I feel so strange, and good, and gross and I don’t know what to think or do…”

“See, that’s why this is exactly what you need,” Terry replied knowingly, stroking the side of her head. “Don’t try to analyze everything right away. I need you to trust that you’re safe to leave all that to me- for at least a little while. You don’t have to see the bondage as limiting you. While your body is restrained, you can concentrate on your mind- but not for thinking and analyzing. The restraints are giving you the freedom to let go. Let go of your control and all of your worries. Your only responsibility is to do what I’ve asked you to do; to please me.”

“But isn’t that like being defeated?” she asked, recalling how defeat did not exist in Terry’s rulebook for life.

“Not at all. Not when you do it willingly and intentionally,” he replied simply, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Finally, she stilled, studying him thoughtfully through her glassy eyes. She was already so lovely like this; he could hardly imagine how beautiful she would be once he’d thoroughly exhausted her and erased every anxious, doubtful thought from her head. When several seconds stretched without her protesting further, he moved again to place the gag in her mouth. He was pleased when she parted her lips obediently. 

“I need you to be strong for me. However, if you reach the point where you need to safeword, you have this…” He pulled a small button device from his pocket, nestling it in her tied fist. “It’s good to challenge yourself, and I believe you can handle it. But I can’t have my little fighter taking on too much and really hurting herself, physically or emotionally. Good girls challenge themselves and try their best, but they also need to take care of themselves so they can fight the next day.”

He paused, leaning into her close enough for their faces to almost touch. His tone and expression were grave. “You press this and I will end class immediately and come up here to get you. Understood? Understood?”

She nodded and he took this as his go-ahead to turn on the vibrator. Though it was only on a medium setting, she immediately tensed back up and bucked her hips against the tip.

“Baby, you need to pace yourself,” he chuckled, placing his hands on her hips to still her. She whimpered softly, overwhelmed by how embarrassed and powerless she felt. 

“Now, just focus on the movement and rhythm of the vibrations for me. Nothing else exists. Pain, fear, defeat, your job, other people… It’s just you denying yourself for me. Just allow yourself to float in the delicious in-between state of pleasure and pain, of tension and relaxation, and let me do the thinking.”

In an admittedly devious move, he placed a firm, hot kiss to her neck before getting up, drawing another oh-so sweet muffled and tormented whine from her throat that made his cock leak.

The lock clicked on the door behind him, leaving Y/N to the total darkness and the longest hour and a half of her life.

The hardest part definitely wasn’t not to think- very quickly, she found it almost impossible to think of anything else except the unrelenting pulses of vibration against her clit. Terry hadn’t specified what would happen if she failed to stop herself from coming, but she figured that there would be some sort of punishment and preferred not to find out what exactly it would be. As she clenched around nothing, she could already feel slick absolutely gushing from her pussy onto the seat under her. It was almost a gift that the uncomfortable feeling of the spit that had started dripping down her chin provided some distraction.

Y/N wondered just how ruined her shirt would be by the end of this, and about having to walk out of the dojo probably looking a sight, but this thought evaporated as she felt a new, more intense pressure building in the pit of her stomach. All of the sudden, the intensity of the pleasure had her fighting with all of her resolve not to come, eyes twisted shut, struggling to pull her hips even a millimeter away from the head of the wand. Just as she thought she might fail, a drop of sweat fell into her eye, jolting her more firmly into focus again.

She wanted more than anything to please him, to be a good student and do him proud; put that beautiful smile on his face and be the reason for it. She also wanted to prove to herself that she had the strength and self-control to fulfill what had been asked of her and what she now asked of herself.

Initially, Y/N had been able to roughly estimate how long she had been left, but eventually she lost all track of time. Upon reaching that point, she finally fully allowed her thoughts to drain away like the slick that coated her underwear and the chair beneath her, giving up all wondering when Terry might return and letting go of the worry she had about how she might look by the time he arrived. All that mattered was that she was not allowed to come.

When she finally heard the click of the door’s lock again, she was pulled from her haze by the light that sliced into the complete darkness of the closet, making her squint. Eventually she managed to focus in on Terry, her eyes filling with tears. The man who was both her challenger and protector, assailant and healer, whom she’d made herself so mentally and physically vulnerable for, was here to rescue and tend to her.

The sight that greeted Terry was nothing short of divine. His angel was drenched in sweat, saliva, and slick, and apart from the occasional twitch against the vibrator, had given up struggling and appeared to have little, if any, coherent thought. When her blank gaze finally fully readjusted to the light, he grinned down at her.

“Everyone is gone now; the dojo is closed.” He gave her a moment to process what he had said, crouching before her to fully appreciate how mussed-up and flushed she looked, inhaling the heady scent of her perfume combined with the smell of sex and the warmth radiating off of her.

“Did you come?” he asked, not yet turning off the vibrator. Her head lolled back and forth in an attempt at a shaking motion.

“Good.” He said in a nonchalant tone that, despite her not thinking it was possible, made her more turned on. It was as if they were discussing traffic or the weather. He studied the darkened crotch of her underwear: “Mm, you’ve really soaked through your panties, though. You must be enjoying this even more than I thought.”

Her stomach dropped as the vibrator continued to run and he fixed her with a mischievous look.

“In that case, since you’ve been doing so well for me, I guess I can let you stay here a while longer. I have plenty of other things I can do. How does that sound, darling?” This time Y/N shook her head more frantically, trying to say ‘no’ through the gag. He pretended not to understand her, even though it was intelligible enough.

“What was that, baby? Oh, you’re welcome.” He got up and headed toward the door once more, noting that she still refused to safeword as he closed and locked her in again.

Y/N had never felt so helpless in that moment, consumed by the darkness again and the now seemingly endless torture of the wand’s rhythmic vibrations. She tightened her grip on the button in her fist, knowing that she could end it all at any time, but did not press it. She was determined to last it out until he decided that she was done. After all, she’d made it this far, right?

In that moment, something about the helplessness and the increasingly hazy mental state she was plummeting into became freeing. He had all of the power and that was okay. It meant that she wasn’t responsible for anything except the one thing he’d asked her to do. Nothing else mattered. He really was helping her; this was good for her, to have no expectations or concerns; to humble herself by fulfilling demands rather than making them and be patient to accept what she was given. 

Just as she had reached this stage of tenuous acceptance, she was surprised and confused when the door slid open after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Terry entered with a glass of water, a towel, and first aid supplies in his hands.

“Sweetheart, I’m joking,” he laughed softly, bending down at her feet to set down everything he was carrying. “But you did so, so well for me.” Finally, he removed the gag from her sore jaw, the ball pulling strands of saliva with it. She gasped from the soreness as well as the relief.

“Just come for me now and we’ll be done,” he said, switching the vibrator to the highest setting and controlling its position with his hand instead of the rope, leaning in close for her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Let it all out for me...”

Within moments, he felt her shake as violently as the restraints would allow, warm and sticky come coating the tip of the vibrator through her panties.

“Aahhh…! Thank you! Thank you, Sensei…” she cried in his ear through strangled moans that gradually decreased in volume as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her invocation of his title made his cock jerk, and he bit back a growl. As the most intense climax she’d ever experienced faded, mixing with the feelings of confusion, disgust, and submission, she burst into tears. It was complete sensory overload.  

“Shh, it’s okay. You can cry if you need to,” Terry crooned as she clung to him. He cradled the back of her neck with one hand while starting to untie her with the other. Once she was entirely free and her sobs subsided a bit, he reached for the glass of water and raised it to her lips.

“Drink this- I don’t want you dehydrated,” he said as she sipped from the cold glass, staring at him with blissed-out, puffy eyes. Once she’d had enough to drink, she sucked in a shaky breath and collapsed into his arms.

“I’m so proud of you, angel,” he praised her, rocking her back and forth like a child and pressing delicate kisses all over her face. After cleaning her with the towel, he set to fixing up wherever it hurt, applying healing lotion and ointment to the spots on her arms and legs where the rope had burned, and stroking her cheeks until most of the marks from the gag had faded.

“Okay. All better,” he sighed and she sniffed, having stopped crying. He tilted her chin up so that she was looking directly at him. “Now, are you proud of yourself? You should be proud of yourself.”

She blushed. He was happy with her. She had succeeded in doing what he wanted her to do. She responded to his pleased grin with a soft smile that made her face glow and imbued his chest with warmth.

“Just don’t ever trick me like that again,” she pouted. 

“That was rather mean of me, wasn’t it?” he conceded with a small laugh, unable to hide the fact that he was a bit gleeful rather than entirely apologetic.

“Mhm,” she added petulantly, burying her face into his shoulder.

“I can’t make any promises there, doll,” he replied slyly. “Not when you make it so much fun to toy with you.” He squeezed his arms around her a final time and they shared a kiss before he shifted his posture.

“Alright, let’s get you something to eat. Easy now.” He helped her stumble to her feet and guided her out of the closet.  

[creepiecreator]

Understanding Him

Terrence Silver wasn't like the rest of the soldiers in their unit. He stood out like a sore thumb, so of course Ponytail fell into the habit of judging the other..or at least. He did at first.

This is just an exercise to get me back into writing for now, so not my best work! But enjoy your Implied Future Silvertail either way! __________________________________

Terrence Silver wasn’t like the rest of them. Seth, now nicknamed Ponytail thanks to his signature hairstyle, could pin that the first moment that he had seen him. He was taller than practically everyone in their unit, skinnier too. The man was more like a tree branch than a tree in that regard. And hence, Ponytail had given him the moniker of Twig extremely early on. Course, he knew it annoyed the hell out of the other man from the moment that it had been given too. But he didn’t exactly care either. He was friends with him, sure, but there was no doubting that Ponytail was closer to John than he was to Terry.

It wasn’t technically the guys fault. John was just more like Seth when it came down to it. They were both shorter than Terry, both of them had more muscle than him and they both came from working class backgrounds. They both had a pension for finding trouble too. Of course, the difference was John didn’t really ask for it, instead it often found him in forms of abusive boyfriends or husbands, and him getting into fights to protect their girl from them. For Ponytail, it was more self-inflicted than not. He had typically ended up causing his own problems, whether it be through pranks or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. When his actions inevitably came back to haunt him, he would deal with it of course. He’d complain about it some, despite it most certainly being all his fault. But he’d still take it like the man he was.

Terry, he didn’t seem to be any of that. His soft hands and build made it seem as if he had never seen a day of hardship in his life, his demeanor was more fitting of a socialite rather than a soldier. It was pretty clear that he had come from money, unlike the rest of them. And on occasions, Ponytail would find himself questioning why this man had ended up out here. Why he hadn’t paid his way out of getting the draft, as the rich and famous often did.

Ponytail thought of himself as a pretty nice guy overall. And he hated to admit this, but those prejudices against the other man were exactly what prevented him from being as close to him as he was to John Kreese. He’d never once say any of those thoughts out loud though. Which seemed to, at the very least, make him a better man than the others in their unit. He had overheard what they called the taller man, both to his face and behind his back. Some weren’t the worst. Like Richie Rich or soft, other times they were slinging real insults, calling him faggot or worse. But still, when it came down to it. It was just name-calling. So when John got even with them, Seth often wouldn’t get involved with the fights himself. Instead, he’d just give the lanky man a few reassuring words here and there.

As time went on though, he started to notice more and more about the men he fought alongside. On rough nights, where exhaustion hung heavy on his bones and yet, he couldn’t quite reach the peaceful sleep his mind so desired, he learned that Twig would often lie awake at night as well, looking to be holding back tears. Ponytail could figure out what that meant easily enough. He didn’t want to be here like the rest of them, and he was terrified to be in the midst of war. Some men signed up for this, sure. But any man who reacted like that very clearly didn’t want to be here. Maybe there was a reason that the guy didn’t pay his way out of the draft. Maybe he had a family who forced him into this. Truthfully, that wouldn’t be a stretch to believe, considering how many parents he had seen back at home, dragging their older sons to the recruitment office to be sent off to fight in the jungles of Vietnam. He had taken a point to try to be more attentive after that night. Wanting to see exactly what kind of man Twig was, beyond the rumors and insults that the others had spoken. He was talking to him more than he had before, putting in more of an effort to be closer to him the same way Ponytail was with their Johnny. He had noticed how attentive Twig seemed to be to both him and John, his intelligence, and how he cared so much about them despite being terrified himself. There was no doubt in his mind. Twig was a good man, one he was proud to call his friend despite the differences between them and despite any insults or rumors anyone else may throw about.

He had no doubt in his mind that Terrence Silver was the type of man he would take a bullet for.

[joanofart5]

Did I just read the sexiest smuttiest fic I have read in a long time in the middle of a doctors office waiting room? Yes. Was it an advisable thing to do? No. Did I nearly embarrass myself during a particularly obscene part of the fic. Definitely. Do I regret it? Absolutely not.

In case you were wondering about the fic I’m referring to, it is this beautiful masterpiece by @depraveddame

A Great Conjunction (29637 words) by depraveddame Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor Aziraphale (Good Omens), College | University Student Crowley (Good Omens), Age Difference, Dom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Sub Crowley (Good Omens), Dom/sub, Gentle Dom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Top Aziraphale (Good Omens), Bottom Crowley (Good Omens), BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Praise Kink, Face-Fucking, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Coming Untouched, Crowley Has a Praise Kink (Good Omens), degradation kink, Power Dynamics, Power Play, Hair-pulling, Finger Sucking, Kneeling, Aftercare, Very Slight Bratting, Brat Tamer Aziraphale, Crowley Is Kind Of A Brat, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Orgasm Edging, Come Swallowing, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Biting, Marking, Consent, Office Sex, Secret Relationship, New Relationship, Smut, Shameless Smut, The opposite of a slow burn, Wildfire Burn, but even less controlled, Crowley Cries During Sex (Good Omens), Dirty Talk, An Ode To Face Fucking, Aziraphale Is Hung Like A Horse, NSFW Art, Embedded Images, Size Queen Crowley (Good Omens), Safe Sex Discussion, Crowley is a Pain Slut, Pillow Grinding, Masturbation, thigh fucking, Intercrural Sex, Come Eating, Verbal Humiliation, Nipple Piercings, Nipple Play, Sharing a Bed, Being told to get off in front of your professor, Eye Contact, Author is Open to Hearing about Dead Batteries Summary: Astrophysics student Anthony Crowley is purposefully doing badly in his English literature class (that he put off taking until his last year) in order to try and secure an opportunity for extra credit in order to hopefully to meet his professor outside of class; Professor Fell is devastating in every way, and every sense of his submissive self is ignited by and drawn to the dominance oozing from the older man. This starts, as it often does, with a bench conversation, which leads, as usual, to much more. Intensely kinky D/s smut.

[virgo-mess]

Can you make a terry silver x fem reader smutshot based off the song "one of the girls" by the weeknd?

Thanks for the Request!

And I've finally got the first part of this request done! Aiming for two parts but it could end up being three depending on how the next part goes! This request ended up CK Terry adjacent I hope that's okay. I've also taken some creative liberties with this song, but I will do my best to incorporate most of the pre chorus in the next part or parts ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Broken Spirit: Chapter 1

TW: Stalking mostly, Terry being hotly deranged, its implied reader is also lowkey deranged though a match made in heaven essentially, and that's mostly it for this part. I know it's short, but I hope you enjoy!

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Terry’s POV

A haze of purple hues, pulsating strobe lights, and wispy lines of thin gray smoke swirl around the crowded dance floor of the Hollywood bar, Warwick. The thrum of wavey synths filled Terry Silver’s ears while his incisive blue eyes surveyed the room in languid motions from his spot against the bar wall having just ventured from the classier, more adult lounge upstairs. He gazed at the drunk, strung-out LA clubbers with a certain degree of distained apathy. He hadn’t been inside a club or had a line of coke since the 80s, a rather contentious phase in the older billionaire’s life. To be quite honest he didn’t enjoy the hubs of the LA youth’s night life anymore now, in his graying age, then he did back then. Now a club like this only served as a bitter reminder of the days John Kreese raged through Terry’s lavish LA life like a tornado. Only to leave it in shambles just as suddenly, even all these years later the thought left a bitter lump forming in the back of his throat.

What’s passed has past, of course, as far as Terry was concerned John Kreese no longer existed. John was as much a ghost of lifetimes past as the cocaine fueled daze of Terry’s dim, but still flickering empires of addiction. Once an addict, always an addict is what they say after all. It only took Terry over a decade to replace that ghostly powder with something else, something corporeal, in all its lovely delight and there it was now. Terry couldn’t help the delighted somewhat bashful way his lips curled upwards when his eyes finally spotted you. There you stood, glittering in a hazy sea of strung-out blurs adorned in the black miniskirt and silver halter top. He’d been moving that outfit to the front of your cluttered closet during his routine visits to your empty condo while you sunbathed next to the complex’s pool in the most conservative one-piece swimsuit you had. Terry swiped all the tiny bikinis you owned on his first inconspicuous venture into your empty bedroom, the evidence of which now lay neatly folded in his dresser drawer. Normally he’d work his way up to petty thievery, but it was a necessary risk to take. How else could he ensure outside eyes didn’t linger on what he silently declared was his, the moment he’d laid eyes on it…

Terry met you exactly a year ago last week at some trendy art gala in Beverly Hills. He’d stumbled upon you, sitting on the terrace rail in a fetching cream gown almost as if you were contemplating flying off into the starry night sky like an enchanting swan. But in one hasty conversation Terry came to realize you were more akin to a black mare, a free spirit immune to his charm. A beautiful yet fully untamable party girl with a captivating aura of intrigue surrounding you. How you ended up at a sophisticated gala was beyond him in the last year he’d learn night clubs and house parties in the Hills was your prerogative at least when you weren’t holed up in your swanky corner office. You kept a surprising balance between work and play, a balance Terry wouldn’t quite achieve till his early to mid-forties and here you were mastering it just shy of thirty. That steely ambition was all it really took for Terry Silver to become infatuated with you. Though the conversation you gave him that evening was equal in measure to the passive niceties one would share with a cashier at the grocery store. Thus began a yearlong game of cat and mouse.

For months after the gala, you appeared uninterested in him despite all the “chance” run ins and “spontaneous” cocktail invites Terry meticulously sent your way. Terry tried to be “discreet” about his yearning for you at first, even as tedious as it was. That was way before he realized you were merely making a game out of the chase at his expense like the wild mare you were at heart. Terry caught on to your coy little game during one of his chance run ins with you on Rodeo Drive. Intrigued alarm bells were ringing his head when you suspiciously delighted him with trivial small talk over lunch for an entire afternoon, up until then you’d been incredibly frivolous. Terry considered it a win if he was fortunate enough to hold you up for an hour or so on your weekly trip to the grocery store. He had basically made it impossible for you to avoid him or sneak away anyway, he all but glued himself to your side as you rolled up and down routine aisles of produce. Never questioning why he’d strayed so far from Malibu to linger by your side amongst pints of Ben and Jerrys in west Hollywood. He had thought perhaps you hadn’t noticed but it was quite the contrary, you had noticed.

It struck him over lunch that day on Rodeo drive when you nonchalantly let it slip you and your friend Bea would be attending one of the four raves in LA that weekend. You had the gall to tack on a cute “You’re welcome to join us” with a coy smile etched on your plump lips and mischief swirling in your big eyes. Terry couldn’t help but smirk, taking in your thick fluttering lashes. He found your very first attempt at lying to him right through your pearly little teeth surprisingly endearing. He had already seen the phrase “Napa Valley with Bea” elegantly scribbled in pink ink on the calendar you had sitting on the desk in your home office.  A million thoughts raced through his mind at that very moment.

Part of him wanted to call you out on your lie right then and use it as an excuse to “lure” you into the back his Ferrari, whisking you back to his Malibu mansion whether you wanted to or not was beyond the point. The image of you stripped bare and bound on your knees in front of his California king, begging for forgiveness and mercy among other things was quite tempting after all. But what would it get him in the end? He could fuck you hard and raw until you were incapable of forming coherent thoughts or words let alone, running away from him. You certainly wouldn’t be out roaming the droves of sordid LA raves you seemed most privy to into the early hours of the morning if he had. But breaking in a rouge mare was no easy feat. Regardless of whether you break a horse in hard or soft, it requires time, patience, good groundwork, and attention to detail. Luckily, Terry Silver was an expert at all of the above in his greying age…

So, after weighing his options he decided to take you up on your coy little game. He could play along and let his prized mare think she had the reigns for quite some time, and he had. Terry waited an entire day before coincidentally running into you and Bea on your oh so, “last minute “, Napa Valley getaway. Your aura was more aloof than usual that day, but your big eyes gave away your dumbfounded wonder when he strode into the hotel lobby like some aplomb show pony. And that dumbfounded, endearing sort of wonder swirled in those big eyes every night Terry managed to track down his unbroken little mare since. Surely tonight would be no different once you finally spotted him lingering coolly in the back of yet another lively LA bar for the hundredth time in the past few weeks. But, most unbeknownst to you, his prized untamed mare, tonight would be very different… It was finally time for, Terry Silver to finish breaking you in properly and he knew just how to do it. He’d been planning it meticulously for weeks now, the perfect corral for his free spirit was set, decked out quite lavishly and sat out on the Malibu beachfront. Now, all Terry had to do was get you there, which shouldn’t be too hard, he clocked your subtle jealous tendencies when you found him engaging Bea in polite albeit meaningless conversation at some bar in the Valley last week, when you’d finally found your way back from the bathroom. It was quick, a mere flicker in those big eyes of yours in the warm bar lighting but it was enough for Terry to perceive a degree of unspoken but requited loyalty on your part. That was all the proof he really needed that you were finally ready to let go of this frivolous game. To finally let him “ride you”, metaphorically speaking, whether you knew it consciously now or not. If you didn’t know it now, you’d know it by Friday evening Terry was sure.  After all, if there was one thing Terry Silver knew how to do without a doubt, it was throwing a party….

“They don’t know that I love you…

I broke you just to own you…”

Terry pushed himself off the wall, his lips still curled in a smug predatory smirk as he eyed you from afar. Your doe-like eyes looked bored while they surveyed your surroundings quite pointedly as Bea rambled in your ear about something trivial, most assuredly. If it weren’t for the hordes of ogling eyes from young vulture-like reprobates on you at present, Terry would be keen to watch you like this all night. Those doe eyes gave way the fact they’d been looking for him for quite a while in all their feigned innocence, silently begging for him to swoop in and save you from your untamed proclivities. Begging to be broken…

“You’ll get what you’re begging for soon enough, sweetheart…” Terry cooed under his breath, letting his legs carry him to your shimmering corner of the cluttered dance floor. He knew ignoring you in that little black skirt and silver halter top was going to be hard. Terry had never longed to touch anything the way he longed to touch you but ignoring his little prize was a necessary measure to ensure you’d show up at his mansion hot and ready. So, Terry straightened out his Tom Ford blazer and ran a large hand through his nearly silver hair coolly. His eyes bore into you intensely enough for you to finally meet his gaze across a sea of blurred gyrating bodies, everything around him always seemed to fade when you were around. Every high he had in his youth failed in comparison to the one his ethereal free spirit provided him, how he lived without you all these was beyond him.  But that would all be remedied come Friday, he’d make up for every ounce of lost time…

Terry closed in on you and Bea, feigning a polite smile, he watched as a dusty pink blush spread across your cheeks. Your plump lips fought the urge to curl into one of your coy little smiles as you eyed him up with dilated pupils. The rapid rise and fall of your ample breasts made you look like a dog in heat, Terry had to bite back an ominous chuckle at the sight of you before him.

“Good evening, fancy running into you here” Terry said charmingly, he finally peeled his steely blue eyes off your curvy form and let them settle on Bea with a coquettish aura. Bea was the type of girl he would’ve dated at the height of his coke heydays. She was the hallow type of pretty you’d find on the cover of Vouge with a personality to match or lack thereof, the type of girl he’d take to a charity gala and nothing. You on the other hand were quite pretty but in a petite cute, ingenue beauty type of way that most people wouldn’t find intimidating. You made up for that with your exuberant, quick witted, occasionally sarcastic charm.

“Look what the cat dragged in Bea, we’ve been standing in this corner of the dance floor all alone for almost two hours now, did you get lost?” You quipped coyly, Terry saw your signature coy smile twitch on your plump lips out of the corner of his eye and fought the urge to let his eyes stray from Bea. Bea looked up at him before looking at you almost anxiously as she realized he was talking to her, and only her. Terry let the wave of awkward silence stretch on for quite some time, his blue eyes bore into Bea expectantly. Silently urging her to put her dry personality to the side and play along with his little game long enough for him to slip her a meticulous invite.

“Oh, uh, Mr. Silver what brings you to Warwick…” Bea trailed awkwardly, Terry maintained his polite smile though internally he was rolling his eyes. He would trudge through tedious trivial small talk with your snooze box of a friend for you, and only you.

“Oh, you know just out on the town, they have a more intimate lounge just upstairs for us oldies. My friends packed it in early, so I thought I’d come down and see what all you young darlings were buzzing about.” Terry said in the same mildly coquettish tone. He allowed himself to glance at you long enough to catch the way you were adorably grinding your teeth as you glanced between him and Bea with a faux aura of aloofness. Terry fought a giddy smirk as he watched your ample breasts rising and falling faster than they had even a moment ago. You were silently seething already, and he hadn’t even mentioned the party yet.

“Don’t be silly Mr. Silver, you’re not that old, you blend in down here just fine” Bea said still looking incredibly awkward under his gaze. Her brown eyes seemed to be silently pleading with you to save her from whatever was brewing between the three of you right now. Your eyes bore into him, lit up by the hues of flickering lights as a new wave of intensified synths poured through the speakers overhead. If it weren’t for the obnoxious club atmosphere one might say the stare off the pair of you were having was pulled right out of The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. An exasperated huff escaped you plump lips as you finally turned you seething gaze towards Bea. Terry let his polite smile falter just so, getting the urge his prized filly was gearing up to buck at any moment.

“Don’t be silly Bea, you don’t have to lie to Terrence just because he’s a billionaire. He is that old and he really doesn’t blend in with us young commoners in his Tom Ford blazer now, does he. You know, aside from the fact its 85 degrees outside (29 degrees Celsius 😉)” you said in a biting yet sickly-sweet kind of tone with some attempt at a sinister smirk on your face. And there it was, Terry chuckled under his breath at the pointed usage of his full name you’d be paying for that little jab at his greying age real soon…

“Y/N, that was rude…” Bea muttered to you softly, it was nearly impossible to hear over the blaring of supposed music above them. Terry waved his hand dismissively, pulling an emerald, green envelope with an elegant, gold wax seal out of his blazer pocket before you could respond. Your big eyes swirled with eager curiosity at the sight of the lone invitation clutched in his large hand, Terry did his best not to let such an endearing look dissuade him from the task on hand. He assured himself he could relish such a look in due time as he forced yet another polite smile; he settled his blue eyes on Bea once more.

“That’s quite alright, I’ll be heading back up to my rightful place on the lounge sofa Y/N just as soon as I give Bea this…” Terry said weaponizing the sickly-sweet biting tone you had just used on him with an almost sadistic look in his eyes. Your face fell astronomically though you did your best to play it off with your signature aloof expression, but your eyes appear slightly…glassy as they peered over at the emerald envelope. Honestly, the look in your eyes was enough to have the faintest twinge of guilt bubbling in the older man’s chest, a feeling the coke had numbed for quite some time. “It’ll all be better Friday, sweetheart you’ll see” Terry replayed the thought in his head like a mantra in the brief stretch of silence that lingered in the air.

“Um, what is it…” Bea trailed looking at the letter with a constrained look in her eyes. The twitch of Bea’s hand suggested she wanted to take it, but your sudden withdrawn expression made her hesitate. Terry considered the fact that maybe he was taking this a step too far but how else could he make sure you waltzed into his mansion Friday evening? One split second decision would allow him to both wrap up this tedious small talk foreplay and strike hard with no mercy.

“It’s an invitation to the party I’m hosting Friday evening, I’m willing to give you the details if you accompany me to my rightful place on the lounge sofa” Terry said in a tone that managed to be charming towards Bea and mocking towards you all at once. Bea’s dry expression for once looked dumbfounded, her brown eyes looked between the two of you, equal amounts conflicted. You, however, were gritting your teeth again with a fire a blaze in though big eyes of yours. Terry didn’t fight the urge to smirk, instead he turned and looped an arm with a still dumbfounded Bea and guided her a fair distance through the droves of strung-out blurs on the dance floor. He ignored Bea’s soft cries of protest though he felt her trying her hardest to unloop her stringy arm from his. “Strike first, Strike Hard, No Mercy” a new mantra swirls in Terry’s head and he forces himself to a stop in the middle of the cluttered club floor. He turns to meet doe eyed gaze with a giddy, sadistic smirk that leveled the one he bore in the dojo with the ghost of his lost friend John Kreese all those years ago…

“Oh, Y/N, you’re welcome to join us” the words float out of his mouth tauntingly. The blaze in your eyes dies down just enough for a smirk to curl onto your lips.

“…He knows how to get the best of me

I’m no fool for the world to see

Trade my whole life just to be….”

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Caught within the trapped cells: Part 7||

Hi. Today I'm going to try once more to add something of another chapter in this little series. Again, this is heavily focused on the inmates and officers so I hope you like. So we are still moving on but it's still Terry and Sai this time. Then we will have another two couple come in next with their fun.

~~Chapters so far~~

First Cell: Officer Katsuki and Inmate vanguard

Second Cell: Officer Mills and Inmate Vin-Shia

Third Cell: Officer Nakano and Inmate Seon

Forth Cell: Officer Davion and inmate Knight

Fifth cell: Officer Hayakawa and Inmate Ink (part 1)

Fifth cell: Officer Hayakawa and Inmate Ink (part 2)

((Your reading chapter seven right now))

||Drabble Summary||

Denji has fallen as well to the sea of lust thanks to a sneaky dragon. Right now, things are still going as normal in the max prison with others waiting for the lockdown to end. However, one officer is concerned about things and is starting to notice other things happening. Meanwhile, it seems another officer will fall today but who would it be? Will he be able to withstand and stay above the cravings of the inmate? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Strong Sexual NSFW warning ((This is going to be present in all the chapters. If your under 18: Do Not READ!))

~Teasing

~Flirting

~Rough play

~Dom and Sub play

~Punishment

~demon corrupting an officer

~Chapters will or could be really long

||Muses in this drabble||

Sai Barrajandro Narong a.k.a. Shdwkyz and some others that will show in later chapters belong to my amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

While Terry Mcginnis is a muse that's from the animated series Batman beyond along with some others that will show in later chapters are from their anime shows but also to me due to having them as muses.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please. Also as I warned: This will have heavy sexual themed content. If your under 18, please don't read. Thanks for understand and enjoy.))

After a while, the remaining claws were in the work officer wondering if Denji was alright. He's been still on duty for now after Bakugo and him switched. Bakugo of course was fine but he knew what she was doing. He knew it only knowing he would get rewarded for it later. He just hopes Denji didn't blow this.

"Do you think one of us should check on Denji? He didn't come to get lunch during his break." Midoriya sighed saying this to the other guys with Ren thinking about it.

"Maybe he is being sure Ink is taken care of first and got something later right after." he suggested though he couldn't pass up talking to a beautiful cute girl like Ink. Who would?

"Well, whatever he's doing, I hope he's alright." Atsushi said wondering the same.

"Oh give me a break, I'm sure he's fine. He tends to be a dummy but he knows what he's doing." Bakugo knew that much but he also knew the real reason. Before long, the door opens to make the guys look seeing Denji right there!

"Denji, hey welcome back. You good? You were gone for a while after lunch." Rin said to him that Denji laughed rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry sorry. After my shift, I took a break in my quarters for a while before going to get more food and checking on the inmate. Though, she's good for now." he said seeing the guys understanding.

"I see. Well, if your good. Did you want to help us with the inmates later this afternoon? It's almost time to do a scouting check." he heard Izuku said to see Denji nod.

"Yeah, I'm up for it." he said happy but while he was taking to them, Bakugo noticed something on his neck hidden away. A hickey it seems. So she did do it. She got to him already but he wonders if she gave him a new task of targeting another one.

"By the way, did one of you guys want to take the next shift watching Vanguard? How about you Rin? Did you wanna take the next one?" he sees Rin blink confused.

"Uhhhh, you sure? i don't mind but just being sure."

"Yeah, I don't mind. I mean, we all have to take turns after all." He laughed to see Rin understanding.

"Alright then. I'll take the next shift." he said.

"Alright then!"

'.....So she already corrupted Denji. Tch, I told her he would be easy to break knowing how he is with women...Though, what are you planning Ink?' Bakugo thought to himself seeing Denji going to sit at his desk to rest up before the shift period changes.

~~~~~Meanwhile in the Main hall room~~~~~

"I'm telling the t..truth Ryu. I feel like s..something is wrong here." Officer Brooks was nervous right now, noticing some things going on in this Max prison. Something hidden to make him think about it.

"Melinda, what makes you think that?"

"I.....It's just you didn't notice that some of the officers seem a lot more..distracted now? Officer Mills is more busy, So is his team that is gone most of the time. We haven't heard anything from Officer Davion. The same for Nakano and she's resting in her quarters right now." she was speaking with some of the other officers while seeing Yuria worried.

"Hmmmm...."

"Come on guys, I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe it's just us over working.." Kisho said.

"Kisho, that might be true but most of us are used to this sort of payload of work. Even when it involves the inmates. Besides, none of them has tried anything unlike the brainless idiots that keep trying." Rioto points a thumb at a few cells seeing some of those brainless idiots trying to woo other officers though they get ignored.

"But it can't be nothing. It's just...don't you think it's odd in any sense? Any way at all-"

"Melinda, Listen. It's fine. We all are either on our guard after what happened. I'm sure things are alright. We just need to stay focused. You do too. If you need to, you can take a day off today if you wish." Terry said.

"...B..but..."

"Come on, we have work to do people. And you try to relax Melinda everything is going to be alright. If your ok, you can go back to work but if not, head to your quarters for the day." he said before most of the officers did that. Melinda was quiet but she sighed to look down at the table.

'Is it just me? I feel like theirs something else about this max prison. Something off. Why is it just me? Is the prison letting the inmates do what they want e..even...t..that?' she felt her cheeks heat up only to calm down to sigh.

'Everyone else is fine and even when I tried to talk to Rex and the others about it, they said they were fine. I don't know if something is up...or maybe it's me......am I going crazy? Is Mr. Henderson letting this just happen? What sort of prison are we stuck in?' she thought nervous but when she stood up to leave she tenses feeling someone's eyes on her. She looks behind to see.......familiar yellow eyes that she knew it was her own charge.

Jaron Jackal was looking at her but she didn't say too much to look away quickly hiding her blushing face. 'What...wait, why am I getting nervous? I just looked at him for a bit..but..the way he's looking at me. Is he.....'

She shook her head to calm down but gently hits her cheeks to snap out of it. 'Come on Brooks, focus! It's fine...I have to do a daily check on him l..later. I have to calm down. I have to calm down.'

Right away, she goes about her duty. However, Jaron only looks to see her leave with a small smile showing on his lips. Seems she was getting nervous....or was she growing curious? With a sigh, he finishes up his lunch and relaxes till it was time to be sent to his cell like the others. He even saw Maggie with some others but she seems a bit tired after getting in a fight with the ice fire wolf T-bone.

Seems more things are happening for fun. Though for him, he had other plans. 'Just a little longer my little lung dragon....I'll be sure you never forget the night when I make you mine.'

~~~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~~~

For now, most of the inmates would have their dinners in their cells for safety reasons. Though, Officer McGinnis was walking already doing a look out after he did gave Sai his food but he would recheck on him later on. He held a flashlight seeing some inmates grumbling in the cells further away from this area. Though, he was worried if Melinda was okay.

"Something seems to be bugging her..but what? I'm sure everything is okay....right?" he asked himself walking and yet, Terry only shook his head to wonder that himself when making a left turn down the hallway. That's when he noticed Officer Akutagawa with some other officers ready to head down to check on the more dangerous inmates below.

"Hey, Ryu. Your heading down?"

He looks to see Terry but nods as everyone else was heading in.

"Yeah, we do a triple check in case. Most of the inmates in here tend to be like wild animals but we will be fine. Theirs rooms down there in case. You going to check on your charge too?" he said.

"Yep. I already did my rounds so I'm about to go check on him. Just...be careful when you do your shift. I guess the other officers are growing worried now." he sees the others in the elevator confused seeing Ryu sigh.

"Might be due to the lockdown. As I know, things will be alright. I'm sure their just over worked. Anyway, we better head down, it's almost time for night watch." he steps into the elevator to push the button.

"Be safe down there Ryu." Terry nods seeing him give a salute before the elevator doors close to send the group down. Terry sighed to turn heading off to Sai's cell but he had no idea his evening will be something. Just like the others during this night or maybe later on. For now, he heads off.

For right now, Terry was heading down the stairs to Sai's location or his area within the max prison. He knew other inmates were watching the snake but knew how dangerous he was. Soooooo...giving the feeling of what he could do, he was a dangerous individual with his fraction. Though, he was a lot more dangerous when he's alone.

'I hope that snake behaved himself today. I know he tends to be a bit more....grumpy after what Mr. Henderson ordered from us but..I'm sure he's fine right?' he thought walking but as he gets near the area he heard heard some whispering.

"????" He goes to open the door but he saw something else as soon as he did. Blood stains were seen on the wall and floor? Did something happen here!? Concerned, he hurries into the cell hall where Sai was only to show a bigger view.

Some of the inmates or the more dangerous ones were laying on the floor but one person was standing up holding what seems to be a knife from the kitchen. He was coated in some blood with his yellow serpentine eyes glowing dangerously at the filthy thugs that tried to gang up on him. Though, from what he saw, Sai looked ready to kill them.

Even the inmates were pale in fear, keeping away from this snake while looks to the knife dripping of the inmate that tried to touch him only to get stabbed in the process.

'What the hell happened!?' Terry thought only to rush over to look.

"What the fuck happened here!?" he shouts seeing the inmates tense but Sai didn't look at him only seeing the bodies around him to slowly lower the knife.

"...Nothing. They started it by trying to gang up on me. Just trying to defend myself." he said simply not facing Terry and yet, looking at the now wetting themselves inmates who was shaking. "Besides, they wanted to play some games...even when I wasn't. in. the. mood." he hissed.

"Inmate Narong, drop it....Now." Terry said but Sai said nothing only to look at it then turn his head a little to look over his shoulder. Terry saw his hair covering his eyes but he shows the kitchen knife one of the inmates stole so they could use it to attack Sai only backfired. All this did was upset him and he was not in the mood even when he only wanted one person. And that person was behind him.

A little chuckle was heard from the snake but he slowly looks to do something else. Terry tense to see him slowly licking the blood off the blade slowly showing snake fangs right at him. "........."

"I was only...defending myself....that's all like I said. They ruined my afternoon...so why not get a little revenge hmm?" he said looking to the inmates. "Since they wanna try ganging up on me..what's stopping me from stabbing them like these fools under me?" when saying this, the inmates jumped only to quickly rush to their cells closing the doors and locking them.

Now it was Terry and Sai in the hallway wing of this section. Terry didn't know if he was pissed off but he looked like he was. Just standing there under some darker area of this place still holding a knife stolen from the kitchen. However, terry stays firm.

"I won't say it again Sai...drop. the. knife. Please..." he said again only for the snake to remain quiet but he opens his hand to slowly drop it as Terry goes to see other guards show up but gasped seeing the bodies.

"Get a clean up crew in here now. I'll take Narong to his cell.." Terry goes to take Sai away while he was quiet looking ahead. Though, he would be sure to ask if he was alright.

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In a few minutes, they arrived at his cell for Terry to open the door and get him inside. Right now, he was helping with cleaning the blood off of his skin while Sai remains quiet.

"Geez, If I had known you were going to kill them you should have-"

"Their still alive. I didn't kill them. Like I said, I was defending myself. Bastards were trying to gang up on me. So...I had to do something to show them not to mess with me." he said quietly.

"By stabbing them?"

"........"

"*Sighs* Sai-"

"It's not my fault..they tried messing with me and I was not in the good mood. You should know why officer McGinnis." he said to Terry and yet, he remains quiet now carefully holding his cheek so he can clean the blood off his face. Even with him being attractive, feeding urges still come and go even when they-he shook his head not thinking about that but Sai noticed to chuckle.

"What? Something on your mind officer?"

"No Sai. You know I.......wait, why were you in a bad mood? Did something else happen?" he asked.

"....in a way. Lets just say.....someone was ignoring me for too long and now...he decides to check on me after so long...your not very nice you know that." he said looking to Terry.

".......I'm sorry but you know I have my duties Sai. I try to check on you when needed but by order of the warden I-"

That's when Terry got shoved down on Sai's bed but he was sitting against the wall. He winces from the strength but looks seeing Sai's glowing serpentine eyes. "Sai-"

"Forget about that damn order for once, bat. Right now, it don't matter. Given were in a fucking lockdown." he said but looks at him with one hand resting on Terry's chest.

"Sai, Let me up.."

"No. I've been good and waited for a week as you said but the two weeks were..pushing it. I been aching for so long..trying to find a way to fight the damn urges in wanting you to claim me over and over. And yet, you follow the rules like the other officers. Why not just let loose for once? Don't you have the urge to let it out too?" he asked that's when Terry feels him lower his hand down his uniform only for him to look at him. He tries to speak but Sai bends down to hold him there.

"I've been waiting...too long. And I need something to get rid of this extra rush of adrenaline thanks to those idiots. So....why not? We can have a little fun can't we? You been pent up yourself right? Don't you want to at least let it out?" he asked.

"I..."

"Don't you miss me? Touching me? Kissing me? I know you do since I missed it." he whispered that he even gives a kiss to Terry as he rests his body up against the bat. Even after so long, it was good to feel his lips again. Terry only shook feeling this while his arms wrap around Sai's waist not wanting to let go but he had to. He breaks the kiss panting a bit softly.

"H..Hey, you-" He gets kissed again but deeper, feeling his tongue almost slip past his lips while they were making out. He could hear Sai's soft moans while gripping the back of his prison uniform. The kiss was still good to the bat but he breaks it again seeing Sai chuckle.

"See? You do miss me........so why not have some fun with me? You will won't you? You can see just how badly I've missed you Terry....." looking at him, Sai didn't want to let go but Terry sees Sai lower down almost kissing him again. That's when Terry quickly grabs his wrists to flip them so Sai was on his front wincing.

"Hey!"

"Easy......something tells me your going through something yourself snake." he said as Sai struggles but was glaring.

"Let me go Bat. We don't need to fight about this. Just let me up and let me.."

"You really think you are going to do anything then you are wrong. Not till you calm down first and I might let you go." he said as Sai said nothing.

"Oh come on, am I really that sneaky? I won't do anything Terry..I'll behave if you really want me to. You just have to let me go..." he said softly to him as he sees Terry not doing anything.

"Come on..you can trust me. I will behave....I give you my word." he said to him once more.

"I know that can't be-"

"Trust me...I'm going to behave..I'll be a good snake..just like you asked...so let me up...I'll behave.."

Terry said nothing but he slowly sighed, easing up his grip on his wrists to let him go. He turns to look away from him.

"Fine. I'll leave so you can get some rest after..that. Just try to behave yourself okay? I'll come back later and check on you." he said heading to the cell door.

"Hmm? What do you mean? You can't leave yet......" Wait, what did he mean by that? Terry got his answer when suddenly feeling arms wrap around his waist to pull him back to the bed and felt something sharp sink into his shoulder. Sai grips his uniform while drinking some of his blood but also injecting some of his venom into him!

"Sai?! What the heck-Nuggh!!" he winces feeling him tightening his grip as Sai feels him land on his back but saw the sneaky snake get on his lap while holding him down. Terry felt something hot in his blood but he twitched bucking up against Sai only to feel him keep his hips down.

In a moment, he lets go panting heavily while leaning his head back. Terry said nothing wincing but he growls gripping the sheets. "Hmmm...seems the venom kicks in pretty strong don't you think, Officer McGinnis?" he panted while licking his lips clean.

However, Terry panted with one eye open but the other closed. "S..Sai, what d..did you...do?"

".....I gave you a little...'help' so that way, you'll help me out. You were not coming to spend more time with me...and that got me sorta..losing it. I grew hungry to have you again. To feel you again, my body was aching so badly I was trying everything to feel better. From fingering myself, stroking myself, doing both, using toys, anything..but nothing worked. What I wanted.." He grips his uniform jacket wanting to rip it off but was panting.

"Was you taking me over and over till I'm full......I been so needy and hot. Aching for pleasure I couldn't control myself. It's like my body's gone into heat.....s..so badly." he said panting but he looks down at Terry but his eyes were darkened.

"So right now...I'm going to punish you because you left me alone for too long. I am needy...and your the only one that can help me officer." he leans down but was holding his wrists even doing this, Sai felt wet as he winced from his body aching in need.

"So now...you'll help me out........but you have to be punished first." Then right in front of Terry's eyes, Sai reaches to start removing his prison clothing but keeps the black t-shirt on while he was panting. Terry struggles but he looks down at him.

"Oh don't worry Terry...we'll a long night ahead of us...and I'll be sure you are lost to the pleasure and begging for me to let you take me again.." he whispered now excited but he hopes to keep himself in control without the hunger growing.

"So bat.....Shall we begin?"

[hello-eden]

revere robins au

I have more ideas for my reverse Robins AU.(Most ideas are about Alex)

I have split the bat kids into groups in my head

 terry, helena, Anastasia and Carrie  - older siblings

 matt, alex, Steph and Tim -middle siblings

 duke, cass and Jason -younger siblings

 Richard and Barbara -baby siblings

The groups that I usually followed my head for who they are the closest to 

 I have somehow given Alex eldest daughter syndrome due to her ending up taking care of her younger siblings. 

Stephanie, Tim, Alex and Matt originally met due to Stephanie starting a brawl with a bully that had a lot of kids involved, they became friends in the principal's office.

Tim was taken with Stephanie by the joker but was the last one to know that she died.

Tim was still missing when Anastasia killed the Joker and when the big fight happened. He ended up being found by Alex  a few hours later. 

Alex and Matt got into a huge fight after the big fight due to Alex wanting to stay behind to look  after Tim and to not go to bludhaven with him. the fight only lasted 2 weeks before Matt caved and called Alex after a bad injury( it was not life-threatening but it did hurt badly)

Alex originally only stays at the Manor to find Tim but then realizes that Bruce is not taking care of Cass due to his grief and ends up staying there longer.

Alex went from the youngest to being the oldest in the house taking care of her younger siblings; she is still the oldest in the house when Bruce starts taking in more kids. 

Duke thinks that Alex is the oldest child until Carrie comes to the house to talk to Alex about Anastasia and the rest of her siblings.

Alex has a lot of resentment towards her Elder siblings due to them  not contacting her thinking that she was on Bruce's side. 

Tims not paralyzed in this au but he does switch between canes and his wheelchair Due to the torture that he endured. 

Alex gets into a lot of fights with Bruce due to him taking in more children but not talking to his Elder ones until Stephanie is back. She feels like she has taken care of the children more than he has for a long time And she is very much not afraid to yell at his face about it though not in front of her younger siblings. 

 Carrie runs a diner in this Au. I do not know why but it just has been something that I've had in my head since the beginning. 

All of the older children except for maybe Carrie have gone at least borderline villain though they do end up being more of a morally gray hero in the end.

Tim and Alex become codependent for a time due to them being the only person they can lean on for their grief. They can also talk to Matt but he is literally another city to get away from what happened.

 I feel like the younger siblings end up thinking that the older ones are so cool And because they didn't see what happened for them to leave they definitely don't understand what Alex Matt Steph and Tim feel about the older ones.

 I have so much angst for how Matt Alex Steph and Tim view there older siblings you do not understand the amount of angst that I have. 

 Duke is taken in barely a year after Stephanie has died and all of the older siblings are not talking to Bruce. Everyone in the family is still grieving and Duke is now thrown into a family still in morning but not able to talk about it due to Stephanie technically not being legally family. Unlike Jason's death in Canon that was very publicized Stephanie's was very much on the down low as to not Turn Stephanie into a spotlight tragedy and to not link their identities. 

 While Bruce is in the timestream all of the older siblings are fighting for the cowl. The middle siblings are taking care of the publicity and custody of the younger siblings. The younger siblings are trying to figure out if Bruce is actually dead and the baby siblings are traumatized.

[noirandchocolate]

RICE Alzheimer's Research Institute

Terry died on 12 March 2015, having given his PCA a run for its money.  Open about his diagnosis, he has helped to unlock the secrecy and stigma that often surrounds dementia.  His legion of fans is undoubtedly grateful that despite the inevitable progression of the PCA he was able to fight his ‘embuggerance’ and continue to produce a number of both well-received and well-reviewed books.  Terry was also a great example to me in emphasizing how important it is that, in caring for people with any type of dementia, we always look for what people with a condition like PCA can still do, rather than what they can’t: by maximizing what is possible, a person can still live well with dementia for a significant time.

--Professor Roy Jones, Director of RICE (taken from “Terry Pratchett: His World”)

I wanted to post something for the Glorious 25th about the Research Institute for the Care of Older People (RICE) in Bath, where Sir Terry Pratchett received treatment for Post-Cortical Atrophy, the type of Alzheimer's disease that eventually took his life. From the organization's website:

RICE established one of the first memory clinic services in the UK in 1987 – a service which has since been widely replicated and is now considered standard and best practice by the NHS. In fact, RICE now runs the NHS Memory Clinic in Bath and North East Somerset on behalf of the local clinical commissioning group and local authority through a sub-contract with HCRG Care Group. To date, we’ve assessed, diagnosed, treated and advised 12,000 people with memory problems and their families in our memory clinic. 

Most of RICE’s clinical services and research activities take place in our own purpose built, specialist centre located on the Royal United Hospital site. The building of the RICE Centre was possible as a result of generous donations from major donors, trusts and foundations, and members of the public. RICE moved into the ground and first floor of the centre in 2008. Following the success of the DementiaPlus Appeal and further generous donations from major donors, trusts and foundations and members of the public, RICE converted the attic floor in 2019 to create more office space. This has given us access to much needed additional rooms and offices which will enable us to grow and run more services and activities. We’ve worked hard to ensure that the areas of the centre visited by our patients meets their needs and we regularly receive feedback on how much our patients enjoy their visit to our centre.

RICE not only provides clinical services to patients, but also conducts research into aging and dementia, including performing clinical trials for new drug treatments for memory-related diseases and developing other "techniques for diagnosing, managing, treating and understanding dementia and memory changes in older adults."

Lady Lyn Pratchett is the patron of the organization, and the website includes a page about how people can donate funds or volunteer at the clinic and participate in fundraising events.

SO, if you'd like to help fund Alzheimer's research on this Glorious 25th of May--or at any time--in honor of the Man in the Hat, take a look!

[raayllum]

Chapter length: 7.8k Summary: Callum and Rayla make their way north. Terry and Ezran ask questions. Karim receives some news. a/n: the Lore comes in, and is self indulgent. thank you xo

CHAPTER 8: Flowers of Elarion

Callum didn’t have the heart to remove Rayla from his bed when she fell asleep, curled up and all cried out. He simply laid there and looked at her, tucking white strands of hair out of her face till he drifted off, too.

The next time he woke up, he wasn’t in the dimly lit, wooden inn room at all—he was in a brown stone tower, drenched in sunlight pouring in from one of the many windows, but less ultimately spacious than his office in Katolis. A few curved, thin oaken tables were along the walls, with boilers emitting faint, multi-coloured smoke and books with fancy, loopy script along the spine. Clearly a mage’s study, but nothing like anything Callum had ever seen. A bright glowing orb, a primal stone of some kind, rested carefully on the nearest table.

How had he gotten here again? It was so very hard to remember where he’d been before here, the way it happened in a dream. This had to be a dream, but of what? He’d never had dreams be so blurry like this before, everything faintly fuzzy, like the bleeding edges of a watercolour painting. What was he doing here?

The answers came unbidden, like a revelation from the heart. He was busy with a project. The boilers. Humming a tune as he bustled around the room, taller than he thought he should be by a good few inches at least.

Raising a hand, Callum reached toward the tiny row of phials intending to pour one in, and reeled back. His skin was a deep, purplish blue, beset with perpetually twinkling stars. That wasn’t—

“Laurelion?”

He turned instinctively at the sound of his name—was that his name—as a woman walked through the office door. Human, with a heart shaped face, light brown skin and curlier, darker hair. Her orange dress and gold adornments were almost reminiscent of Katolian fashion, just—older. Ancient, even if she was fair younger, in her mid-twenties maybe at most.

“Elara,” he greeted with a smile, fresh warmth welling up from an endless spring in his chest. 

[karatekels]

TIGmas Day #9 – Mediation

This fic is dedicated to @thedeadsingforme, and will be posted in at least a few parts (currently 8!) because I got carried away (you’ll likely understand why as soon as you read the summary). This one is going to be interesting, and while it’s a bit of a stretch (more like not compliant with the canon of either movie), I think it’s in a fun (or at least kinky!) way. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: 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.

Pairings: Reader x Terry; Reader x Cash; … Terry x Reader x Cash

TW (For the whole fic, not necessarily in every chapter): Deception, stalking, sketchy police business, references to crime, flirting, teasing, dirty talk, M/F sex of all kinds (no M/M though)

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Mediation

Prologue: Acclimation

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- 1991 -

Terry's POV:

“No. Absolutely not.”

“That’s funny, McCain – I don’t recall asking if you were okay with it.”

“I don’t work with a partner. Not anymore, you know that. I can work with Dylan and Frankie if I have to, but –”

“How many different ways do I have to tell you this is non-negotiable before it gets through that thick skull of yours?” Captain McLaren bellows, spittle flying past his bushy moustache.

“Do I or do I not get the job done on my own?” Terry asks flatly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

“That’s not the point, McCain. It’s departmental policy to work in pairs; keeps officers safe, and keeps them from stepping out of line, being rougher with suspects than they need to be,” McLaren replies, his voice think with implications.

Alright, so maybe he had been a little excessive with his use of force lately when handling perps, but so what? He was trying to clean up the city. And it wasn’t as if these people didn’t deserve it; they were criminals, they all did.

“I’d rather take things on alone than have to worry about someone stabbing me in the back instead of watching it.”

McLaren sighs deeply, looking across his desk at him with a weary expression, and Terry stiffens. He was not going to tolerate another unwanted, fatherly discussion about his last partner.

“Officer Y/N has a spotless record –”

“Anyone can be crooked, Captain.”

“Y/N is fresh out of the academy, McCain – no opportunity to go crooked yet. You could make sure she stays that way.”

Terry gets out of the chair, angrily shoving it back into place, his large hands gripping the back of it tightly as he stares down at the older man with a furious expression.

“A rookie?!” he snarls incredulously. “You want me to be a fucking babysitter? Why are you punishing me?”

“Maybe because you’re having a tantrum in front of your superior officer.”

Terry whirls around, having not heard the door to the Captain’s office open; who the fuck had the nerve to talk down to him like this? He lowers his gaze to look down at the short woman standing at the door.

Your arms are crossed and you have an unimpressed expression on your face as you look up at him. His temper is somewhat quelled, and he feels his cheeks heat in embarrassment – his mother would have his head if she knew that he had spoken disrespectfully about a woman, rookie or not.

Terry opens his mouth to speak, but you look past him to the Captain. “I apologize for the behaviour of my partner, Captain McLaren. Hopefully we can settle into our new roles quickly and get to work with fewer disruptions,” you say, your tone cold as you glare daggers up at Terry. Before he can get an apology in, you’ve whirled around, leaving the office and closing the door behind you. Through the blinds of the office windows he sees you take a seat at your assigned desk, right next to his.

A low chuckle from behind him makes him turn around to face the other man.

“What?” he snaps, irritated once more.

“Devlin said he thought L/N might be able to keep you in line. Looks like he was right,” McLaren explains, still laughing.

“So, what? Now I need a babysitter?”

“Don’t be an idiot, McCain – no one is babysitting anyone. You’re partners, you take care of each other. It hasn’t been that long, you still remember how it works, right?”

“Yes.” He gives the answer reluctantly, through gritted teeth. Looks like he wouldn’t be able to get out of this.

“Good. Now go play nice with Officer L/N – I don’t want to hear any complaints about your conduct, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Looks like she’s rubbing off on you already. Dismissed!”

Biting his tongue instead of responding, he turns and exits the office, resisting the urge to slam the door behind him. Lashing out at McLaren for enforcing a rule wouldn’t change anything, and he supposes that taking out his frustrations on you wasn’t fair either.

He hesitates as he approaches the workstation you two will be sharing, staring at your back. No one had sat at that desk for months; no one had dared to. Seeing you there, taking the place intentionally left empty fills him with trepidation. Would you screw him over too? Show your true colours, abandon him, make him feel like –

“What the hell are you staring at, McCain?” you bark, eyes narrowing suspiciously as you catch him staring. He swallows, trying to tamp down his temper as it threatens to flare up once again, and takes a deep breath.

“Look, I… I just wanted to apologize. It’s not that I have anything against y–”

“You know, the only thing worse than hearing you make assumptions about me before we even met would be you changing those assumptions just because I’m a woman,” you interrupt him crossly, closing the distance between the two of you to avoid raising your voice.

“I get that you don’t want to work with me, McCain – you’re a big, bad tough guy who’s too good for a partner. Well, guess what? I don’t really have any interest in working with you either, no matter how good a cop everyone says you are. So why don’t we agree to just stay out of each other’s way and cut the crap?”

His nostrils flare; you really know how to push his buttons. He wonders what he could have possibly done to Lieutenant Devlin to make him seek revenge by partnering him up with you.

“Fine,” he seethes, scooping up his current open casefiles and looking for an empty interrogation room to work in instead.

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Reader’s POV:

Your so-called partner Terry McCain had stormed off hours ago, presumably to sulk in solitude, and hadn’t returned since. That was just fine, in your opinion. You doubt he could teach you anything valuable anyway – you’d had enough experience dealing with whiny, temperamental man-children at the academy.

Still, this behaviour is just unprofessional, and certainly not a great start to your career as a police officer. You had overcome so much, earned the respect of your fellow trainees during your training by graduating at the top of your class, making them come to terms with their prejudices and recognizing that they had been wrong about you. You had landed your dream job, working at one of the busiest precincts in Chicago alongside one of its – apparently – finest detectives. But his reluctance to work with you has you feel like you’re starting your training all over again – down at the bottom of the totem pole, judged and looked down upon by all the men.

Your frustration with McCain fuels you throughout the day as you set up your and your computer, intermittently filling out paperwork as it is brought to your desk. You would not be scared off by the man’s childish antics.

The precinct is relatively empty, everyone out working cases or walking the beat, so you don’t feel guilty setting up your radio and turning the dial to your favourite jazz station, the music soothing your bad mood.

“You listen to WNUA?” The speaker’s voice is filled with surprise, and you turn, seeing that Terry has returned from his self-imposed exile.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” you ask, arching an eyebrow challengingly, but the tall man’s lips twitch in an almost-smile.

“Not at all, it’s actually my favourite radio station. I just never met another cop that liked smooth jazz,” he replies, his mouth giving in and stretching into a pleased smile that lights up his face.

“Well… good then,” you finish awkwardly, turning back to your desk. As you root around through the last few desk drawers you have to sort through, you hear him settling in at his own desk behind you, and bite the inside of your cheek. Perhaps there was hope for an amicable partnership after all…

Taking a seat, you sift through the papers, seeing if there was anything you needed to keep. A lot of the documents seem to belong to the same officer, someone named Cash Ewing. Could this have been Terry’s previous partner?

“Did you used to work with someone named Cash Ewing?” you ask, frowning at the thick stack of papers that belong to the man. “He left a lot of random crap in his desk…”

You lower the documents after a moment to see why he hasn't responded and see that Terry has stiffened in his chair, his jaw clenched shut as he glares off into the distance. After a stretch of silence his eyes flit over to you.

“He’s no one. He got fired. I can take those for you,” he says tersely in a hoarse voice, standing up and taking the papers out of your hands, walking out of sight before you can protest. You look after him, your brow furrowed, wondering at what had happened between Terry and this other cop to have him so angry.

Everything within you wants to ask Terry – ask anyone – about what exactly went on with Cash Ewing. You were the type of person that hated an unsolved mystery, possibilities swirling through your head as you try to put the pieces together.

But this man was meant to be your partner, and clearly didn’t want to discuss the topic. Swallowing your curiosity, and resolving to get to the bottom of things without him, you let the issue go for now.

Terry returns some time later without the documents and wordlessly retakes his seat beside you, typing up a report on his computer.

“Hey,” you say softly, trying to rekindle that brief spark of camaraderie you’d had before the subject of Cash had come up. Still, you watch Terry stiffen before he looks over at you with guarded eyes.

“What?” he asks, and you can tell that he’s bracing himself for the questions you desperately want to ask.

“Are there any good jazz clubs around here?” you ask, giving him a small smile. Terry’s shoulders sag slightly in relief at the change in topic, and his gaze is filled with warmth as he looks at you now, returning your smile.

“My friend Jake owns the best in town.”

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