#silverusso asks

[rosie-tyler]

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Waiter? More TIG bts pics please!!!!

Also putting these together because I can😍😌

[merv606]

Any thoughts on Terry being truly scared that he could have lost Daniel (supposing that Daniel was stabbed instead) and he goes to the hospital while Daniel recovers. Danny is surprised at how…soft and gentle Terry is with him, treating him like glass, and realizes that Terry was terrified of losing him.

I’ll try to answer this without having the fill by @thereminwriting influence me too much but I am going to take the idea of Terry being the one who saved him because it adds another layer of 🌶️ to the whole fucked up situation. There may be some overlap with Mercy but, with Silverusso there always is, as the themes with them are always the same.

Link below for her take - a suggestion to read it as it’s brilliant! It will live rent free.

What this ask inspired, while I feel hits some points made in the ask it may ultimately fail to hit the mark for exactly what you were looking for.

“You think you’d be grateful, is all,” Terry says, picking at some imaginary lint on the bed, which is not there. They both know that. The place is pristine, more high end hotel than hospital. The thread count on the bedsheets has to be higher than what he has at home, and he is an admitted snob when it comes to his night time comforts.

“Gratitude?” Daniel says slowly, like he’s both processing what Terry said and also surprised he’d even say it.

If it wasn’t for the dull ache in his side, the way he can feel the stitches and staples pull when he moves he’d do something stupid. As it were though.

“Gratitude, gratitude,” his voice rising, and then suddenly Daniel just deflates, that little bit of anger burning through the little energy he has built up.

That scared Terry more than anything. His boy’s fire was always so bright, so warm to bask in, so strong and big, despite the small frame it lived inside. That was why it came out so often, too big for it’s confines, never truly able to be contained at all times.

A fire that drew Terry to it like a moth to a flame, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it’s seductive allure. Helpless in the knowledge that like the moth stunned and destroyed by the light it sought, he too would die by it’s heat.

He could’ve think of a better way to go though.

Softly, “it’s just another cage, Terry.”

“Never pegged you as the religious type,” Terry says after a few long moments.

He’s not, not really. He goes through the rituals of it - mass on Christmas Eve - stopping only when his kids got older and Amanda admitted she was only going for him, and he had to admit he really didn’t know why he did, except that he did when he was a kid.

Daniel looks at the keychain’s pendant in his hand, the keychain having been ripped off and stretched to pick the lock of the cage, and he hadn’t even realized, at the time when he bought it what it was, he had simply handed the kid over some money.

He only kept it because he considered it a lucky charm of sorts considering, what it saved him from - that belief was cemented by the fact it was in the pockets of the leggings he wore under his GI when this happened.

A coincidence, he’s sure, but still, he thinks he needs all the help he can get. He’s probably in the most danger right now, after all.

It had been placed on the bedside table, and it was one of the first things he saw when he woke, and when he groggily reached for it, Terry had stilled him, telling him not to move, placing it the palm of his hand.

Here now, he turns it over in his hand.

Even you can’t save me now, Daniel thinks.

Sitting in a hospital paid for by Terry - his life forfeit it wasn’t for Terry.

His life forfeit all the same.

All the same.

More like delayed, all things considered.

Because now he owes Terry.

He owes Terry a debt he cannot possibly repay.

He wonders how Terry will try to collect; what he stands to gain.

“I must say, I was surprised to learn of your skills.”

“I’m from jersey,” Daniel answers absently. “Of course I know how to pick locks.”

Terry chuckles but then the doctor comes in and like always, Daniel is not made privy to the decisions. Everything in Terry’s hands which, as much as he hates that, they have proved to be quite capable.

He’s alive because of them.

——————————

When a few weeks have passed, he finally gathers the courage to watch the video, and for the first time he sees Terry, how he was saved, how calm Terry was, how efficient, how …. Not what Daniel expected.

He doesn’t know what to feel, not only about watching himself get hurt but about Terry. The feed had cut rather quickly all the same. He doesn’t know why, but he hits replay.

Terry comes in, and freezes, grabbing the tablet from Daniel, shattering it against the wall. A nurse rushes in, and Terry barks something to her as he strides out, and after she cleans the mess, she injects something into his IV bag. He doesn’t bother asking, they never tell him.

Terry finally reappears as the drugs settle through him. Daniel can feel them as they move through his blood, dulling everything further, the pain never truly gone, leaving behind heavy limbs and bad coordination, but a sense of peace even as he feels the bed dip and Terry’s side press flush to his. Daniel goes slack against the older man, his weight fully pressed against him until Terry is the very thing holding him up.

Terry puts Daniel’s hand in his, the only apology he’ll get for the outburst, the thumb rubbing the skin.

“My team will have it removed,” Terry explains, like they do anytime a new one pops up, and although Terry knows he can’t get rid of it entirely, it helps. Having something he can control.

Daniel, after all, makes him feel so out of control.

Daniel, after all, had never made him feel so scared.

All the blood that was already blooming out from him on the mat by the time Terry got to him, and it had only taken moments.

The knife - Kreese’s knife - embedded deep - and the white of Daniel’s skin as more blood appeared, watching life drain out of him right before his eyes.

Something that only hit Terry after. Terry only allowing it to hit him after, needing to, in that moment, focus on saving Daniel.

Not willing to accept anything else.

You can lose something you never really had.

But Daniel will be now. Something he has. Finally. And Terry will be damned if he’ll lose it.

———————————

“I can’t believe you put me in a dog cage,” Daniel grumbles as he eats his steak and buttered lobster.

Well he can, but a part of him can’t - won’t - examine it too closely. The same coping mechanism he’s been using when it comes to Terry for thirty years now. It mostly proves successful,

“Danny,” he starts.

“Thought that would, what? Make me submit? Like before.”

A deep sigh, and really Terry has no right sound that put upon.

He wasn’t the one locked in a dog cage.

“Of course you would see it like that.” Both exasperated yet fond.

“How should I see it?!”

At first you would think humiliation, and Terry’s attempt to install fear in Daniel - the same fear Terry felt but, that wasn’t it - not at all.

Nothing could be further for the truth.

It was protection.

Cages keep things in, but they also keep them out.

They keep things safe.

They keep them from leaving.

He actually hadn’t wanted Daniel to wake up until reaching the desired destination.

“I fear cages,” Terry starts but stops, not sure what to say, off kilter in a way only Daniel manages to do to him.

“Why do you fear cages?”

The story pours out, and Daniel sits, stunned.

He had no idea. At all.

Terry’s loyalty to Kreese makes so much sense now. As does their falling out. Which has hardened into hate since the accident.

Part of Terry blames Kreese.

It was his knife after all.

“He always tries to destroy the good things in my life.”

It not only makes sense but Daniel realizes, with a clarity he wouldn’t before, as he too carries that same burden now. Carries the same mixed feelings about being indebted to someone you do not wish to be indebted to.

An understanding, a part of him connected to Terry.

A part of himself that will never belong to him again.

———————————-

He protested in the beginning, Terry helping him change, but now he doesn’t; there would be no point.

He winces, the scar twisting, so new it’s still more deep purple, the skin too tight from where he was sewed and stitched back together.

Terry frowns, his hand touching it, and Daniel flinches; he can’t help it. Even he doesn’t even like touching it himself

It feels wrong - foreign. It feels like a change he didn’t want but will have no choice but to accept.

Isn’t that Terry whoever he comes into Daniel’s life.

It feels like the situation he finds himself in.

It looks ugly, even if he knows in time it will fade to pink and then further still until it’s faded to the point that it nearly matches his skin

He knows he should be grateful to be alive, to be here, even if here is with Terry.

He knows all of this but still, he will carry a piece of this always.

He carrie enough of Terry around with him - he has for thirty years.

The older man’s fingers are so damm gentle as they trace the new skin forming, solidifying into something permanent.

Everything about Terry has been so damm gentle.

All his touches, all the looks directed at Daniel, even when Terry thinks Daniel isn’t paying attention.

Terry helps him into his shirt.

————————————-

“Why?” Daniel asks when he finally gathers the courage. The thing that took him the longest to do.

“I wasn’t about to let you die, Daniel,” Terry nearly scoffs. “I’m not that much of ….”

“I know,” Daniel interrupts.

And he does. Truly. Terry is a Bond villain, and like all Bond villains, he lives to monologue and come up with elaborate plots, plots he knows, deep down, won’t work.

Just like they know Bond will walk away each time, that they want him to, so does Terry.

Because If you really want someone gone, it’s not hard. Simple is best.

If you truly want to win, that is.

But the winning isn’t the point. The end isn’t the point, because it’s not even a journey.

It’s a game, and it’s the fun in playing the game.

But when you take out the opponent, and you win the game, oh how you stop having fun.

Because the opponent was what you actually wanted all along, this game, was the only way to get that.

Something almost ruined this ages old ritual, something the villain hadn’t planned himself, hadn’t even accounted for.

“Why all this?” Daniel gestures around. It certainly is above and beyond. Putting aside the part Daniel can never hope to possibly repay, can’t even begin to, the money alone Terry has spent is astronomical, and shows no signs of stopping. The money Terry has assured Daniel he does not want, nor does he seem to even care about.

They stare at each other.

“I think you know,” is all Terry says, and it’s not cryptic, not at all.

Because Daniel thinks he does too.

Daniel thinks, he always did.

—————-

The plastic surgeon is flown in.

Daniel is fine with the scar.

It’s Terry that hates it.

It reminds him of too much.

The overwhelming fear in the days after, the unbridled anger at it even happening. Something Terry has been felt before.

How he had failed.

How he had almost lost something, that while never was his, was something he had never wanted more.

How he would have lost everything all the same, had Daniel not pulled through.

No.

No part of his boy is to be reminded of this.

No part of him will be marked by any man but Terry.

If his body is to change now, to open and accept anything inside, to be split open, to bleed, it will be by Terry’s doing.

And it will be by pleasure and not pain.

——————————————

The night he wakes to Terry sitting in the side of the hospital bed, everything dark expect for the light of the moon filtering in through the near floor to ceiling windows, is the night he really sees.

The older man’s back is to him, and although everything is silent, eerily so, he can tell Terry is crying.

Daniel sits up, hand holding onto his side, where he thinks it will always twinge slightly, although it’s more a habit now than a need, and the fact that Terry doesn’t turn to him, doesn’t hone in on the fact he’s awake and moving adds to the wrongness of this whole thing.

He gently and slowly lays a hand on the older man’s shoulder, not wanting to spoke him, he’s clearly out of it, and in an even softer tone, the ones he’d use on his kids when they were younger and upset, he asked, “Terry?”

Daniel expects the older man to get up, leave, but instead a large hand comes up and covers him.

They say nothing, but then Terry’s hand squeezes his, and in a broken voice finally speaks.

“I could have lost you.”

Terry made a mistake.

A mistake he can’t fix. - not now. Because he’s in too deep, because he loves Daniel.

And this, this was never the plan, all those years ago. To fall for the boy …. to fall again for the man the boy became.

Because when you love something, you now have something that can destroy you.

Destroy you without even meaning too.

Daniel would have destroyed him, without even trying.

Destroyed Terry in away that he would not have been able to rebuild himself from.

Even a phoenix eventually loses its will to rise again.

A world with Daniel is not one Terry wishes to be in. He tried, for thirty years, and it was no life at all. It certainly wasn’t living.

He got it back though, that feeling of being alive, but oh, what he traded for it. Because now he has this fear, heavy on his chest.

This fear of losing something you cannot replace.

When he looks down, sometimes he can still see the blood on his hands.

“You didn’t though.”

Daniel kneels, his chest to Terry’s back, his head on his shoulder, thin arms wrapped around the older man.

“You saved me.”

He had.

Terry had battled death with his bare hands for Daniel and won. But one day, one day …..

“We saved each other,” is all Terry says, focusing on that to stave off the panic.

“Let’s focus on that,” Daniel says, nuzzling his cheek into his shoulder. Terry can feel the warmth of his breaths gaunt his neck.

Plastered against his back, Daniel moves with Terry almost, to the feel the rise and fall of Terry’s breathing. Terry can feel the beat of Daniel’s heart, they’re pressed so tight.

Concentrating on that. On the moment. On what he can control in the here and now.

The dread subsides, for now, even if Terry knows it has simply retreated.

The moonlight shines down on them, this moment in time, and they stay like that until the sun chases it away, illuminating the sins instead.

———————-

“Oh god,” a breathy little moan, as Terry’s cock slides home, opening Daniel to him.

Four fingers, four of Terry’s thick fingers, and his mouth, had put the time in to get Daniel here like this, body open enough to accept the older man inside him; to accept his love.

Like a virgin on a mound, about to be offered up as sacrifice, this is how he will repay Terry.

Daniel arches up, legs squeezing tighter to the older man’s sides as his eyes squeeze shut, blunt fingernails drawing down a broad pale back.

They’ll both bleed for this tonight.

They’ll always bleed for each other.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Terry groans, and Daniel kisses him, only because he can’t handle much more.

He can’t handle Terry here inside him like this - how good it feels - how right it feels - and hear the raw truth in Terry’s voice.

He can’t.

His body is already the temple Terry is about to worship at - to ruin and rebuild - his body the vessel for this offering of his.

He knows his heart and soul will follow suit. If he was being honest with himself, something he seldom is, they already have.

The older man will accept nothing else. Daniel finds he wants nothing else.

Hands roaming, touching warm sweat slick skin, sharing the air moving between them.

The older man so damn gentle as he keeps sliding in.

Daniel finding within himself, to somehow open more and more, until Terry’s cock is all the way in, both men joined as one.

Terry carving a spot for himself that only he will be able to fill.

Hips snapping in, the wet noises of their coupling, the pin pricks of pleasure when the older man’s cock brushes his prostate, the sharp grin, like a shark sensing blood in the water as Terry concentrates on hitting that spot.

Hands pins above his head, Daniel opening his eyes at the older man’s command, Terry staring down.

“I love you. So much, Danny. So damm much,” he groans, rocking in, burying his face into the smaller man’s neck.

The slapping noise of skin on skin as he’s taken, as Terry chases his release, both of their releases, in each other.

Hands grab slim hips, feeling the bone under his palm, fingers digging in, greedy and covetous, but Daniel can feel the love even if he can also feel the bruises it is leaving.

Love with teeth, it suits them.

Always did.

And a love that leaves marks from those teeth, stained red with blood.

A love that is visible - a mixture of pleasure and pain, sometimes in equal measure.

That is them.

“Oh,” he sobs out as he comes in the space between them, not even a hand on his cock needed.

The clenching of his body, already a tight and perfect fit around Terry’s cock, is the older man’s undoing, and his hand grasps the smaller man’s side, covering the now barely visible scar, as empties himself inside the smaller body.

Daniel’s legs fall off his sides, splayed open obscenely as Terry fills and fills and fills him. He moans softly at the sensation of Terry’s come inside him, which doesn’t seem to be stopping, the warming blooming through him as his hips keep gently fucking in, making sure it’s as deep as it can go, making sure Daniel is even more full than he thought possible.

Finally finished, Terry collapses on top of Daniel, careful as he does though. He’s always careful with his boy, even if sometimes it’s his own personal brand of it.

He doesn’t bother to pull out, loathe to leave Daniel’s body until he absolutely has to, even if he is eager to see the mess he’s left his boy in.

There is always later for that.

They have that luxury of later now.

Who would have thought that here, of all places, a second, third, and fourth chance.

Terry’s lost count.

As many as they need to get it right.

Terry will see to that.

[yenforfairytales]

NEED Terry and Daniel to go on a double date with Axel and Sam. Terry giving pointers on how to properly court a spicy LaRusso, Axel all serious and taking meticulous notes, and Sam and Daniel rolling their eyes and enjoying their food.

HAHAHA. I love this so much 🥹

Terry treating this like he's coaching a karate match. Axel taking it even more seriously, like his life depends on it.

Daniel and Sam chilling at the table kind of bored in the restaurant Terry conveniently owns.

Axel is so sweet and quiet he doesn't know what to say. Sam smiles encouragingly but screams with her eyes at her dad for help.

Daniel's too busy trading thinly veiled, backhanded insults with Terry.

They quickly switch to speaking in Japanese when things get too spicy.

Terry knows Daniel is pissed when he switches to Italian.

Sam knows things are not going well when Terry and Daniel begin to swirl their wine glasses aggressively as they talk.

Axel tries to cross his legs under the table but his knee hits the underside and rattles everything on top.

Terry glares at him because he needs someone to blame for angy Danny.

Sam brings up the tournament and the history of karate to which Daniel and Terry immediately nerd out and discuss at length.

Sam has regrets when they begin to give each other smouldering and coy looks, flirting in front of her salad.

She gives Axel a sweet smile and suggests they go for a walk.

Axel feels relieved and tries to hold her hand under the table but gets them tangled in the tablecloth instead.

It's a good night all things considered.

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Daniel gets railed within an inch of his life later when Terry chuckles over Axel's shy awkwardness and Daniel replies:

"It's like looking in a mirror, isn't it"

[bramblesbriars]

I wish we could see Daniel wear something other than blue in CK : / Blue is absolutely NOT his color and makes him look dull and washed out. Or rather, the shades of blue they put him in. Put our boy in jewel tones! Even though he is not tan like he was as a teenager, he is still olive-skinned, and his undertones are warm. Rich reds, scarlets, warm pinks, jewel-toned greens, blues and purples would suit him wonderfully. Mustard yellow! Rust and copper! Turquoise blue and emerald green! All great colors for him that will flatter his skin complexion and his dark brown hair and eyes. He is a gold-toned guy, not silver. Unless the type of silver is called Terry. Then that suits him well ;)

This seriously made me think about the color schemes and why they decided to do this (or may have, I'm just guessing). I agree Daniel doesn't really look good in the blue tones, really at all. He kind of blends into the background, and he's someone, given his feisty personality, needs to be front and center. But I assume the choice was made because of the white/blue association with Miyagi and Miyagi-Do? It contrasted with Cobra Kais brash red, black and yellow scheme so it needed to be softer to show that peaceful heir. That's just my guess. But it's run its course and Daniel just looks...bland.

You're absolutely right that he would be handsome in vibrant reds or greens. His skin tone is perfect for that. The first thought that came to mind was the outfit at the end of Karate Kid 2 when he fought Chozen. The ruby blazer! I always thought that outfit suited him so much better than some of the others (though it was a little big on him, but that's a given).

I hunted and searched for a picture of Daniel/Ralph in ANYTHING remotely green and turned up nothing. I'm so distraught. I feel like emerald would look amazing on him or just anything green in general. That it would bring out his eyes way more than anything blue ever would.

As far as gold/yellow, I did find one image, and he looks good. It suits his olive tone surprisingly well, and I honestly wouldn't have thought so. But I'm officially a believer.

As far as silver, well-

The color might not look good, but I agree Terry definitely looks good all over him. ;)

[silverusso]

Terry is so obsessed with Daniel it’s pathetic lmao. He spends his time hunting the Italian twink down, stares at him in sexy and menacing ways, makes sure Daniel sees him in all his naked glory (and he looks fantastic I must say), he KIDNAPS the poor boy and puts him in a CAGE (!!!!!), he lets his hand linger ever so gently on Daniel’s chest when handing him the envelop.

Our favorite psycho had got it BAD and it makes him STUPID and I love it!

Yes this show is terrible now, but my god is Terry awesome.

They joked about Terry putting Mike in a cage and now they put Daniel in one instead. That's wild. I wish I cared, but alas I do not lmao. But I'm glad silverusso got something for the people who still watch.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

I still say that Terry should be revealed as Amanda’s dad in season 6. Also: that Daniel slept with him in KK3. Keeping it all in the family lmao. That New Jersey pussy is simply irresistible!

I think it would be fascinating and tragic if that was the case and none knew until then. Like. I'm imagining Amanda didn't know she was adopted or something. When Daniel met Amanda's folks they were a nice normal family. He's known them as his in-laws for 20 years, Amanda her parents for her entire life.

Meanwhile, Terry always knew there was a possibility of a random silver child out there, but he preferred men, and no one had come knocking on his door for child support.

For convoluted plot reasons, it comes out that terry is indeed, Amanda's father.

Everyone is devastated.

Amanda at the idea that such a horrible man could ever be her blood. That someone in her family, her own, direct father, could hurt the man she loved in such a way. (Her own issues with anger, and the more... Unhinged aspects of her personality making a frightening amount of sense now.)

Daniel because he had been telling himself for years that the similarities between the two were purely coincidental. So maybe he had a type? Amanda wasn't anything like Terry, not in the ways that mattered. She was kind and understanding, gentle in a way that Terry never could've been.

But also. He. He did that.

He slept with his wife's father. YEARS before he ever met her. He had had inside of himself the very same seed that had spawned her, like some sort of weird, fucked up, Greek tragedy.

What would've happened if he had stayed with Terry? Would he have still met her? Would she could've ever been his stepdaughter?

He slept with Terry, and kept it a shameful secret for years, and now that Amanda knew him, knew who he was, there was no way he could ever come clean now. What on earth would she possibly think of him? Would she think he was dirty? A mistake? Would she even be able to look at him the same?

Everyone was devastated, except of course, for Terry, who was perversely happy at the entire debacle.

Oh. Oh Danny boy.

Terry has him now.

And he thinks back, to how he had never had a legacy to call his own and how wrong he was! He not only had a child, he had grandchildren. Danny's own kids Terry's his own flesh and blood the same way they were his own.

Terry owned him now. He owned his kids. Danny's marriage was hanging by a thread and he held the scissors.

Danny looked at him, the same, wild, sorrow filled eyed he had so many times, the anxiety and despair, and Terry saw the unspoken submission in his body.

It made his blood sing. Terry could taste it on his tongue.

[aurborsau]

The Auction

Content warnings: omegaverse, NSFW, porn with plot, cunnilingus, medical kink, slight angst, vaginal sex

Paring: Terry silver/Daniel LaRusso

Word count: 2.8k

Summery: EIGHT IS ENOUGH AU ~ After the tragic loss of his mother, Daniel becomes a ward of the state and is forced to participate in an auction for unclaimed Omegas.

After his mothers untimely death. Daniel found himself with no place to call home. His father (whoever he was) remained oblivious to his existence, and his aunt callously turned him away. Left with no where to go, He ultimately gets sent to an overcrowded group home, where he had to keep his true identity as an omega a secret, the only other person who knew was his mother, and he had hoped the secret would die with her, but as fate would have it, the other boys in the home began to catch onto his scent and before he knew it, he was packing up his things and being sent to a facility for unclaimed Omegas where his fears of being mated to some Alpha jerk would become a reality. Soon enough, he would become simply a commodity, auctioned off to the highest bidder for them to do god knows what with him.

The place was relatively nicer than the group home, he found solace in having his own room, even if I felt more like a jail cell then anything. The walls were painted an eggshell white that matched the rest of the few pieces of furniture, there wasn’t a window in sight. (He could guess why that was) The room was lit solely by a Recessed light, creating a somewhat clinical ambiance in the otherwise dimly lit space. He wondered how many other omegas had lived there before him, and where they had ended up.

It came the night of his first auction and Daniel thought of every excuse under the sun to try and get out of it but they explained that it was very important for him to be there tonight, leaving no room for any exemptions. The day was spent getting prepared for his new Alpha. That included getting some kind of purity exam — whatever the hell that was.

✧ ✧ ✧

The doctor began by checking the boy's vitals and blood pressure, and then demanded he undress. Daniel’s eyes went wide at the order. He outright refused at first. But with the threat of calling in security, Daniel stood up, having no choice but to remove his clothes as instructed, his eyes glued to the ground as he felt daggers being shot onto his cold naked skin. He positioned himself on the table, placing his feet in the stirrups, trying to conceal his body as best he could with his hands.

The doctor swiftly moved behind the scared boy, gently moving Daniel’s shaking hands aside and placing his own cold, gloved hands on his budding breasts. Massaging in circles gently, making Daniel gasp slightly at the tenderness of his growing breasts as he examined for anything irregular.

The doctor then sat down in the chair in front of him, slowly easing a gloved finger into his tight core, making him squirm and gasp around the intrusion. A pleased sigh coming from the doctor when he hit the hymen. Muttering a simple “you passed.” As he checked him off on the clipboard, Before cleaning up and exiting the room, leaving Daniel feeling dirty and guilty as he laid out on the padded exam table like a lamb, awaiting slaughter.

✧ ✧ ✧

Later that evening, he sat in the bathtub until the water ran cold, His mind reeling from the events of earlier. He hung his head over the side of the tub, tears falling onto the porcelain below, The sound of his sobs echoed in the empty bathroom. He was told to get himself clean for his new alpha, but he couldn’t bring himself to even touch his own body. The body that would soon belong to someone else.

Suddenly, a knock reverberated through the steam filled bathroom, one of the nun’s voice following after. “You’ve been in there far too long now, it’s time to get out. The auction starts in only an hour.”

He towels off and exits the bathroom, where she was waiting for him by his bed, holding what could only be those customary robes reserved for omegas. Only these were sheer, too sheer, with no other piece of clothing in sight. “Where are my under garments?” He panicked. “You won’t be needing those.” She hands him the robe. “Now, I expect you will get dressed and be downstairs in ten minutes.” With that she left him in his own shock, having no choice but to follow the orders given to him. He slips on the sheer white fabric over his damp skin, his small breasts peaked through the material, clear as day.

With a shaking hand, he slowly twisted the door handle open, trying to cover himself the best he could as he made his way down to the main floor where the auction was held.

He watched from the curtain as the many alphas filtered in, all wearing expensive suits and holding a glass of champagne as they mingled among himself. Daniel wondered which one of them he would be going home with, Practically gagging at the thought of having to actually mate with one of them.

They called the first omega on stage, a timid girl who got sold for fifty thousand. They put him at the back of the line, making the wait even more excruciating. His anxiety intensified as he observed others ahead of him, his heart raced as the line got shorter. “We move on now, ladies and gentlemen, to our last item for auction. Our youngest - most desired, virgin, male Omega.” In a moment of panic he was pushed onto stage, his heart racing as he walked centerstage, the lights blinding him as he tried to make out the faces of the hundreds of Alpha’s awed faces in the crowd.

“We shall start the bidding at 50,000 dollars. Do I hear 50,000?” Almost immediately, a number raised in the air. His eyes going wide at the outrageous price, all for him? The bids just kept getting higher, numbers were called out almost inaudibly fast as many hands raised. “Do I hear 130? 140?” Suddenly, a man from the back, calls out “500,000.” The words hung in the silence, Like this stranger already owned him and was just waiting patiently for his moment to strike. The room went still as heads turned to get a glimpse of the generous bidder. “$500.000, going once, going twice… sold to our esteemed Mr. Silver." In an instant, he was whisked away from the glaring spotlight, ushered into a private room where he crumpled into a corner. Like a frightened animal awaiting its fate, his eyes remained fixed on the locked door, his heart beating out of his chest.

Footsteps were heard over the deafening silence. With a decisive click, the lock turned and the door swung open, revealing three men entering the room. Two of them were burly looking security guards, and the third man was freakishly tall and dark-haired, exuding an aura of dominance in his wake.

He walked closer to the boy’s shaking figure, the strong smell of cigar smoke and whiskey hit his nose almost instantly. Trembling, he instinctively curled into himself, his head tucked between his knees.

“My name is Terry Silver.” The man knelt down infront of him. “What’s your name, sweet boy?”

His lips shook as he bid himself not to cry. “D…Daniel.” His voice wavered as he continued to hide his head. “What a nice name.” the man’s deep, raspy voice reverberated through the dimly lit room. “Can I see your face, Daniel?” he lifted his head just slightly, allowing Terry's calloused hand to graze his delicate cheek. The touch was light, gentle even, the chill of Terry's rings against his skin sent shivers down his spine. “Gorgeous.” The man appreciated. “Absolutely breathtaking.” His hand traveled down his neck and taking hold of his shaking shoulder. Concerned by the boys trembling, Terry swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over the boy's quivering frame. Daniel instinctively pulled the jacket close, seeking solace in the comforting scent of the alpha's musk. Terry then turned his attention to the guards, and with hushed whispers he pulled out his wallet and handed each man a hundred dollar bill. With a nod they left the room, closing the door behind them. The alphas scent grew stronger with nowhere to dissipate. It was overpowering, clouding his senses and judgment.

Terry pulled up a chair and beckoned for the boy to come over. Despite feeling fear in the air, he found himself compelled to make the older man happy. Terry's eyes roamed hungrily over Daniel's slender form as he drew closer, his hand firmly grasping Daniel's bony hip. "I know I'm not supposed to touch you until our wedding…" A surge of desire evident in Terry’s voice as his hand ventured further, gently squeezing Daniel's thigh, “but your body. It drives me crazy.” Terry confessed, Daniel’s scent once sour with fear, now configured into arousal, with something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. "The moment you stepped onto that stage, I knew I had to have you. I could smell you from a mile away.” Terry sank down onto his knees before him, slipping off the jacket he gave the boy and letting it fall to the ground behind him. The heat between Daniels legs grew as the Alphas large hand slid under his robes. With the touch of his skin against his thigh, Daniel came back to reality in an instant, snaking away from the man’s delicate touch. “I…I can’t.” His breathing became ragged. “Don’t be shy. I don’t want to hurt you. Just a little taste.”

reached out again, this time placing both hands on Daniel's hips, guiding him back towards him almost in a playful manner, his rough hands sending shivers down his spine. Terrys skilled fingers undid the tie on his robes, making Daniel yelp in surprise as the cool air hit his sensitive skin. “Sir, don’t.” He pleaded weakly as he slipped off the rest of his robe. “Don’t argue with your Alpha, sweetheart. I know what’s best for you… trust me.” *‘Your Alpha*.’ that word sent shivers down his spine, the idea of giving yourself over to someone body and soul, should have sounded like some kind of nightmare, but now only made the heat between his legs intensify, a choked out whimper leaving his lips when he felt himself grow wet between his legs. Terry threw his head back, absolutely reveling in the smell of his sweet Omega’s body, readying itself for his Alpha. Terry's eyes darkened as his gaze locked onto his beautiful body in all its glory. His hands moved up to Daniel’s small chest, feeling the tremble beneath his touch. "You're so responsive,”

His eyes moved down to the proof of Daniel's desire between his legs now. He groaned as his hand trailed up Daniel's thigh, teasing the outer labia of his cunt. Daniel couldn’t do more than whimper as he was fondled. He let his eyelids flutter close in an attempt to hide himself from his true desires, The sound of his moans only made Terry grow bolder. His rough fingers dipped into the slick heat of his core, causing Daniel to cry out in pleasure. "Your scent... it's driving me crazy,” His voice was rough with desire as his thick fingers teased the sensitive folds of Daniel's sex, spreading his slick up to his sensitive clit. It felt like a jolt of electricity shot through him as he doubled over onto the alphas shoulder in defeat. Terry moaned in satisfaction as he felt Daniel’s hips rock forward onto his fingers. He kept them moving, circling and teasing his little nub of flesh that had the poor thing falling apart in his hands. The pleasure was an all-consuming sensation that coursed through every fiber of his being. “I can't take it anymore, Terry. Please..." he begged, not quite knowing what exactly he was asking for. “Be patient, baby. Let me show you how good it can feel." With that, he slowly began to push a finger inside Daniel's tight heat. He gasped at the sudden invasion, his body tensing up around Terry's digit.

Terry continued to push in slowly, His finger twisted and curled, hitting his g-spot dead on. Making Daniel scream out in overstimulation. A sensation he wasn’t familiar with, but welcomed nonetheless. Terry increased the pace of his thrusts, his rough fingers curling deeper inside of him only to be taken away in an instant. “No, no, why’d you stop?” Daniel whined. “Because I want to taste you, Danny. I want to feel you on my tongue." He slowly removed his fingers and licked the juices off his digits one by one and groaning lewdy at the taste. "Now lie down on the ground for me, baby.” Daniel nodded in agreement as he slowly got down on the ground, the wooden floors cold on his back as he stared at the ceiling, shaking as he anticipated what the man was going to do next.

Daniel watched as Terry moved between his legs, his heart pounding in anticipation. The older man's hands ran up his thighs, stopping just short of where he needed them most. "Look at me, Danny.”

he inclined his head weakly to make eye contact with the man before him, the fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on his pale, handsome face. He looked... hungry, almost ravenous, His piercing blue eyes were filled with an insatiable desire, like he was a lion who’s been deprived of food for days, only to find himself face-to-face with a succulent gazelle that’s been released into his cage.

Terry gently eased his trembling, legs open and slowly poked his tongue out and ran it along the small slit of Daniel's cunt.

A shudder ran through his body as the warm, wet tongue ghosted over his sensitive clit. A gush of slick running down the mans chin as he continued his torment. Daniel’s hips lifted off the floor involuntarily, seeking more contact with the invading tongue as it traced his clit. He bit his lip hard, trying (and failing) to suppress the moans that threatened to escape his throat. He threw his arm over his face in an attempt to quiet himself, but Terry couldn’t have that. Stopping his relentless tongue, he pulled Daniel’s arm away from his face, “no baby, I want to hear all those pretty noises your making for me," he commanded softly. A loud moan escaped his lips. And although embarrassing to Daniels ears, It only served to encourage Terry as he lapped up his slick, drinking it down like water. Daniel felt himself nearing the edge. His fingers dug into the floor, trying to find some kind of anchor as his body shook in anticipation. “I… I can’t. I’m so close.”

"Good, come for me, baby. Come for your Alpha," Terry purred, his tongue never ceasing its rhythmic dance around Daniel's sensitive nub.

As he felt his orgasm building up inside him, Terry moved his hand between their bodies, slipping two fingers inside him. The dual sensation was too much for Daniel to handle, and he cried out in pleasure as his body convulsed around Terry's fingers. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he reached his peak. His entire body tensed up as he felt hot liquid shoot out from himself, almost like he was peeing - it was intense, more intense than anything he’s ever experienced. Sure, he’s had orgasms in the past, but they couldn't compare to the level of intensity he felt in those few fleeting moments of bliss. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of the Alpha’s addicting pheromones, making him feel a newfound closeness with the man he was obligated to call his mate.

Daniel's body trembled from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He was breathless and completely exposed, his legs trembling as he tried to regain some semblance of control.

He looked down at Terry, gasping at the sight of his drenched face, his collar stained with his own fluids.

"I- I'm sorry" he said softly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Terry chuckled softly as he wiped his face clean with an embossed “TS” handkerchief stuffed in his pocket, his eyes never leaving Daniel's. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he said, his voice low and raspy. "I love the way you taste.” He leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, Daniel could taste himself on the mans tongue, forcing itself into his mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. Maybe… being mated wasn’t as bad as Daniel thought it was going to be, especially if it was going to be like this all the time.

Based off of an anonymous ask: “Eight Is Enough!Daniel but make it Omegaverse. He’s not quite of the legal age, but he’s been promised to, and is engaged to, Mr. Silver: an older, wealthy Alpha who asked for his hand. They will be married when Daniel turns 18. Until then, they are allowed to meet and have supervised visits during their courtship, as Daniel is an Omega, and it is not considered proper for them to be left unattended with an Alpha if they are not married. Mr. Silver is of course very delighted and charmed by this sweet boy, and can’t wait until he is truly his, body and soul…”

[msfbgraves]

Ahhhh Old Wounds makes my heart ache for lonely, broken-hearted and childless Terry. He has it all—looks, wealth, status—except the most important thing. The poor man!

And yet, I am sorry for Daniel too. Being a 16/17 Omega in such a predatory world is hard enough, but dealing with young Johnny Lawrence wanting you is another thing. Johnny was, even in a canon, a total terror when he was young, and I suppose that’s only elevated here with him being a bullying Alpha head over heels.

Daniel seems so very young when he was with Terry, was he even 18? Or perhaps he turned 18 when they “courted”. Were they engaged? (That makes it even sadder, then.)

If they were engaged, how did Terry propose? Did he give Daniel a ring? Did Daniel give it back?

Daniel rejected Terry's proposal.

[shrinkthisviolet]

for the relationship ask game - 11 (Barry & Cisco), 34, & 47

11. [Barry and Cisco] have just stumbled into a fairy ring, and they've forgotten they ever knew each other! What happens now?

My mind went right to that episode of s3 where Barry got amnesia and fell in love with Iris all over again. In a world with Barrisco endgame...he'd be falling for Cisco (all over again, ofc, because he had a crush on Cisco the whole time in this version of events). And since both of them lose their memories, Cisco would be gushing about Barry too.

But of course they'd both try to disguise it as "friendly banter," because neither of them wanna scare off the cute guy who seems to really like them (platonically, they think. Oh, these lovable idiots).

Caitlin and Iris realize that these two will get their memories back by kissing. And both of them know that Barry and Cisco have been crushing on each other for ages, and are still flirting now, but...how to convince them to go for it?

So shenanigans ensue, in which Caitlin and Iris try to set them up, except those plans go a bit awry. But also, in a way, those plans still succeed, because Barrisco fall more in love with each other until one day they go for it and kiss. And all is well!

(Except they "forgot" where the fairy circle was, so the following week, Caitlin and Iris get stuck there 😉)

34. Are there any well-known fanon relationships (not canon), that you just can't stand?

Oh boy. There's quite a list for this one. And mind you, this is only fandom ships that I have a strong opinion on:

Snowbarry, Zutara, Tokka, Zukka, Silverusso, Samhawk, Irosami, Makroh, Cykesquill (not Aurametis ofc 💞 I’m talking about Athena x Simon), Harringrove, Obikin, Anisoka, Narumayo, Dramione (not that I particularly care about HP nowadays, but still)

(I'm not discoursing about these btw, and anyone who tries is getting blocked ✋ the anti tags are there for a reason)

47. Answered here!

fanfic relationships ask game!

[rosie-tyler]

they should have kissed, also size difference!

Oh, Daniel was definitely thinking about dudekissing!

[rosie-tyler]

[rosie-tyler]

Daniel looks so pretty and bambi at the tournament in KK1 😭 Terry would’ve taken one look and been like: he’s mine :) As soon as he’s 18 :)) lmao

Some things never change

Daniel always bambi

Silver always "dis mine. No one else's"

[merv606]

AU where Daniel is an escort and billionaire Mr. Silver’s date for one night. Daniel is flattered to be requested by him, and is pleased that he’ll be paid nicely for his company. He doesn’t expect anything more after the night despite catching feelings for the man, but Mr. Silver has other plans and doesn’t want to let him go…

Maybe NINY era Daniel and CK Terry, but if that’s too much maybe Black Friday Terry instead or whatever haha.

😎

It was his first day on the job - in that it’s his first real client. The last few weeks have been nothing but training that turned out to be way more intense than Daniel thought, given the job itself.

But once he thought about it, it made sense.

Knowing they catered to higher clientele - and that most escorts would be for appearances only - dates to galas and other important functions where appearances were everything, especially the thin veneer of civility these men who paid for such services maintained. So their manners needed to be impeccable, and their ability to navigate the minefield of social politics.

While some escorts offered sexual services - Daniel didn’t think he was ready for that - if ever - even if that was where the real money was - considering some of the stories he’s already heard.

The older ones tsk, hoping he’ll change his mind.

“Face like that, you’d be turning down marriage proposals, villas in Spain, private jets, and god knows what else.”

Daniel isn’t too sure about that though.

He’s not even fit, like most of the other escorts. Still too slender, limbs too long and thin, and hips too sharp.

“Oh there’s a huge market for that darling, trust us.”

Maybe he does have a lot to learn.

A twink, he’s heard them call him, but he’s too new to this to know what it means, and truth be told, he’s afraid to ask.

But for his first client to be THE Terry Silver?!

Daniel may not know who he is, but every other escort does.

“He never uses these things.”

“Not like a man like that is hurting for company,” one remarks.

“What did they tell you?” another one asks.

“He’s in New York for the weekend and a last minute gala had been sprung on him.”

“I heard that as soon as he saw your picture he didn’t look at anyone else. Just said that it didn’t matter if you were already booked - he’d pay triple,” another says, eyeing Daniel with jealousy and admiration, even if jealousy was winning.

Jesus Daniel thinks, he only left the meeting himself less than ten minutes ago. How does word travel this fast.

“He knows you don’t sleep with the clients, right?” One scoffs.

“He does,” Daniel answers. He thinks he might be the only one actually.

He thinks back to the meeting, and what was implied though.

“Your contract for the night is already drawn up. Read it over and if you’re satisfied, sign there.”

He does. The way they speak of Terry Silver, he doesn’t think he could do anything else.

“A car will be at your place at 7 sharp - be ready.”

Daniel nods, slightly overwhelmed.

“His tailor will be here shortly to measure you for a suit.”

Daniel opens his mouth.

“All on Silver’s dime.”

Extremely overwhelmed.

“In addition to your fee there is also a bonus built in for your behaviour for the night. I strongly suggest to impress him.”

——————-

The car isn’t a car at all, rather a ridiculously long limo, but it arrives at 7, as promised, and the door is opened for him.

He finally meets Terry, face to face, and if he thought he was handsome from the few grainy photos he had found on the web, they are nothing compared to the result thing.

He has only maybe 10 or 12 years on Daniel, but is greying already. It doesn’t detract from his looks, rather adds to them.

Daniel wishes he had styled his own hair better, and maybe sprung for a hair cut, aware now of how floppy it looks.

Terry offers him champagne and he takes it, forcing himself to sip it and not down it in one go like his nerves are screaming at him to do.

They make small talk, and even if the limo is spacious, it still feels small somehow.

Terry though is amenable, and is great at conversation, and is proving to be everything Daniel wasn’t expecting, setting down nerves at ease.

They arrive quicker than he was expecting, but Terry instructs the driver to give them a few moments.

He reaches out, fixing Daniel’s bow tie, the same blood red shade as Terry’s own tie.

“There we go. Now you’re perfect.” Terry tucks a lock of hair behind Daniel’s ear. “Now, just breathe.”

The door is opened and Terry steps out first, turning and bending slightly to offer his hand to help Daniel out.

The lightbulbs flash as they walk the red carpet inside, his arm tucked under Terry’s with the older man’s hand on top of his.

They have to pose for a few. Some together and some with just Terry, Daniel standing to the side.

He swears he’ll be seeing flashing lights behind his eyes when he blinks for the rest of the night.

Terry stops again once inside, waiting for the auras of flashing lights he knows are dancing behind Daniel’s eyelids to stop - even offering some tips to help.

That’s not the weird part though, even if the cameras and shouting for his attention were jarring.

It’s actually the constant looks his way that throw him, as Terry begins guiding them again, further inside, now that Daniel can see properly again.

“Everyone is looking at you,” Daniel whispers, noticing how unbothered Terry is with it all. He must be used to it, Daniel thinks. He can’t imagine ever being used to this though.

“Oh, it’s not me they’re looking at,” Terry answers, bemused at the boy’s naivety. They’ll be the talk of the town by night’s end, if not already.

They sit, Terry pulling out Daniel’s chair before taking his own.

The conversation flows easily between them, lien it did in the limo, and when the first dish is served, Terry watches amused as Daniel clearly panics, his hand hovering over several of the utensils.

“I am sorry, I …” he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He was top marks in etiquette class - one of the reasons he was selected - besides the fact he fit the description Terry wanted to a near tee.

“It’s that one first,” Terry points out, “then work your way outwards.”

Relief floods through Daniel, grateful that Terry is everything he wasn’t expecting. For his patience with Daniel’s ignorance especially when he should know better, and when he thanks the older man, Terry’s hand lands on his upper thigh, rubbing softly before squeezing in a reassuring manner.

He doesn’t take it off.

“I’m forgetting everything it seems. Nervous,” he adds.

“You need not be. You’re doing wonderful.”

“I don’t want to make you look bad.”

“Never,” Terry reassures.

It seems that everyone here knows each other in some way, even if it is superficial - something that is the norm in these circles - so Daniel was told by his fellow escorts.

So Daniel stands and listens, following the parts he can, smiling and laughing when appropriate, and speaking when addressed.

As it were, some of his coworkers are here tonight, however, unlike them, he is so new to this that no one recognizes him as an elite escort, his face not familiar like his longer tenured coworkers

As such, Terry introduces Daniel as his personal assistant - new to the job. “Good practice. He’ll need to be used to this if he continues on,” Terry had said charmingly, although some of the women know better. They may not suspect escort, but they know, from their own experience, even if he is Terry’s PA that his duties tonight will be more than professional.

A woman, dripping in diamonds, especially the one on her left hand, turns to Daniel, a blinding white tooth smile, as she knowingly whispers, “I was this one’s personal assistant too,” she winks, inclining her head to a much, much older man sitting next to her, obviously her husband.

He sits, speaking when spoken to, letting Terry control the conversation, the narrative he’s created; control it all.

Terry seems a man who is used to control; relishes in it.

When they finally finish dining, they spend the time mostly by themselves, Daniel noticing that if someone tries to chat them up that Terry makes perfect conversation, but always ends it as soon as he politely do so before leading them away, a hand on the small of his back.

The one moment Terry’s attention is diverted from Daniel, another man suddenly swoops in, handing him a glass of champagne, taking the barely sipped one from Daniel’s hand.

Luckily his rescue doesn’t take long but, the other man, clearly having had a bit too much, tries to keep Daniel from leaving, a hard grip on his wrist, and Daniel ends up spilling his champagne down the front of Terry’s shirt.

Daniel stammers out apologies, dragging the older man into the bathroom, his intent to clean up his mess.

Dabbing a wet cloth down it, Daniel frowns. This isn’t working,

“Maybe if you take it off I can ….”

“If you wanted to get me out of my shirt all you had to do was ask,” Terry responds breezily, grasping Daniel’s hand in his, giving it a quick kiss.

Daniel can feel the blush hot on his cheeks and the smirk on Terry’s face lets him know it must also be very visible.

“I mean to clean it,” he says, weakly, and his voice is anything but even, so aware of the how close the older man is, the scent of him, the sheer size of him, how good it feels to have his hand still on the larger one.

“Oh this ruined,” Terry confirms.

“How much was it?”

Terry waves his hand. “Certainly nothing for you to worry your pretty head about. It wasn’t your fault.”

Daniel is not sure what to say in the face of that - in the face of it all. Even if it was Terry who moved startlingly fast to break the hold the man had on Daniel’s wrist, causing the spill in the first place.

“We will have to cut our time here short, however.”

Daniel is technically on the clock for several more hours, but he won’t hold Terry to them. After all, he can’t blame Terry for wanting to cut it short - this has been a disaster.

Something must show on his face, because Terry looks up from where he had been dabbing his shirt.

“It’s fine. I’ve been wanting to leave for hours now, but haven’t been able to politely do so, and this is the perfect opportunity. I should be thanking you.”

“Of course. I can see myself home …”

“You misunderstand. We can continue our night elsewhere,” Terry cuts him of, smiling.

“You shouldn’t feel the need to …”

“I still have you for a few more hours, do I not?”

“Of course. I just thought ….” A hand on the back of his neck now as he rubs himself nervously almost.

“Nonsense. I’ve enjoyed myself immensely tonight. You are excellent company. Do not think this night as anything but the glowing success it was.”

They end up back at Terry’s penthouse, a place he keeps in the city as he prefers to stay anywhere but hotels unless necessary, and often finds himself in New York for various business.

More drinks are shared between them, and conversation.

“I prefer this, truth be told. Now I have you all to myself,” Terry says as he takes the empty flute, laying it down, his eyes burning down into Daniel’s.

“I …. my contact isn’t for that,” and they both hear the disappointment in his voice, a plump lower lip captured and worried between his teeth.

“Well, once you’re officially off the clock your time is yours to do with what you wish is it not?!”

“It is.”

“I would ask you second if here with me, if you wish. Let me make love to you,” a hand on the side of Daniel’s face, felling the nod he gives, his words failing him.

They stand, Daniel in his arms, both men looking down at the wrist watch, the seconds ticking down - a sort of game of anticipation.

“Officially off the clock now ….” The rest of what Daniel was going to say swallowed by the older man’s mouth on his and it’s all he can do to keep up.

On his tip toes, arms around his neck, large hands on his ass urging him up until he’s lifted up, wrapping his legs around the older man’s waist.

His back hits the wall, and he’s not sure which is more of the unmovable force, the wall of the hard body trapping him to it.

“Have you been with a man before?” Terry asks, thumbs tracing and pulling down his bottom lip, slipping into his mouth as Daniel sucks on it.

“Yes,” Daniel answers, pulling off with an audible pop, and then feels the need to add the actual number: two. There was Jake, in college, a few drunken rumblings, and then some random in bar one night, just to help him sort his own confused feelings.

“Did you let any of them inside you?!!”

He nods, sucking the thumb back in his mouth as he does, unable to help himself, watching as Terry’s eyes go black.

“How many times sweetheart?”

“Just a few,” he stutters as Terry’s hand grips his ass.

“And you liked it?!”

He can hear Terry unzip his own fly, and Daniel’s eyes drop down, widening.

He liked the pleasure of the act well enough, but the discomfort, and the pain that accompanied it not so much.

And Terry is, in fact, proportional.

The largest Daniel has ever even seen. In reality and in any other form.

“Want you to put that pretty mouth of yours to work first,” he says stroking his cock and Daniel drops to his knees, rubbing his face again the man’s upper thigh, before swallowing him down without any preamble.

“Fuck,” Daniel hears before feeling fingers tangle in his hair.

Head bobbing up and down, mouth pulling off enough to suck at the head, hand wrapped around the thick cock, solid and hard, wet with his own saliva.

Terry pulls him off, his cock dragging out, ropes of precum connecting them, fucking in and out a few times before pulling out for good.

“But,” Daniel stammers, confused, worried it wasn’t pleasing to the older man. D ahem finds he wants nothing more than to please the older man.

“Not your mouth I want to come in, sweetheart,” and Daniel’s asss clenches at the roughness of his voice, at the knowledge of what it about to come; what he is about to be made to take.

He finds himself on his back on a large bed, the older man’s body eclipsing him, pressing him down.

They kiss, their cocks rubbing, Daniel spreading his legs, knees in either side of the older man, before his warmth leaves.

“Hands and knees for me.”

Not a request, and not a demand, but something that they both know he’ll obey.

Terry is fisting himself as he says it, Daniel throwing a loon over his shoulder once he’s in the desired position.

Cheeks spread next, and god he hopes Terry isn’t going to just push in, but then a tongue licks over his hole and he shouts, “oh fuck,” biting the sheets, indents of his teeth when he finally lets up.

“You like this too?!” Another lick, and Daniel whimpers, pushing back; he can’t help it. “My mouth in your gorgeous ass.”

And oh, no one has ever done that to him before. He didn’t even know that it was a thing but he is glad to know it now.

He may sob this out, he’s not sure, but Terry pauses, taking in how wrecked the boy is already, considering. “I find it hard to believe no one has wanted a taste of this gorgeous hole before, sweetheart.”

“No, no one has ever … “ but then Terry is burying his face in his ass, eating him out proper.

Humping back, but trying to get away all the same, overwhelmed, Terry grabs his thighs to keep him in place and Daniel braces himself against the bed, his arms flat to the mattress, his ass high in the air for the older man. It’s all he can do really, to just hang on - a thing for the older man to use. It feels like his body is something new to him, not aware of how it could feel until now - being played by the older man like a master playing their instrument - like he’s been playing Daniel for years which, it certainty feels like it.

“Going to come,” he gasps out, which seems to only encourage Terry.

He shoots onto the bed below him, not even a hand on his cock.

“Sorry,” he says, embarrassed at how quickly he came, and Terry laughs out, “don’t be. It won’t the the only one I get out of you tonight.”

“But, I already came,” he stammers out, and although he can come more than once in a night, he still needs some time to gather himself.

Terry chuckles.

“This is why you need a man, sweetheart - to show you these things.”

“On your back now, legs open for me.”

A hand on his hip, guiding him, as Terry tells him, “I want to see your face when I take you for the first time.”

He moans, can’t help it.

“That’s it, hold them like this.” He places Daniel’s hands along the backs of his own thighs. “Now pull them back to your chest … perfect.”

He feels exposed, he is exposed, his hole on display for the older man.

“Keep them like that, nice and wide for me.”

The sound of a cap of lube, Terry rubbing his fingers together to warm it before Bering then to his hole. “Gorgeous,” he remarks, tracing the rim until the flesh softens and yikes a before dipping the tip inside, the pressure unrelenting, until it’s inside him up to the first then second knuckle.

It doesn’t take long for him to become comfortable enough with one, hips pressing into the fingers, for Terry to add another, and another and then another.

Four fingers fucking in and he would have protested by now, but he remembers the size of Terry’s cock, the sheer size and how it has felt in his mouth and hand.

The head of said cock, teasing the lube slick hole now, which he spits on, even if it’s not really needed.

“Condom,” he asks.

“I’m clean. As are you.”

The escort service is very high end with regular testing, especially at the client’s request.

He’s never done it bare, saying as such and Terry’s eyes go black at the knowledge. “Never had a man come deep inside you?”

“No,” he whimpers, hands bunching the sheets between his fingers as the head of his cock breeches him.

“You’re going to like it,” he groans, not stopping, but going slow enough for his body to try and adjust to the sheer girth of the cock as it opens him up.

“Relax. There we go. Let me in,” he rumbles, hand on Daniel’s stomach.

“Fuck you’re tight,” he grits ….

“You’re so big,” he responds and Terry chuckles.

“Relax for me baby …. Let me in …. There you go … doing so good.”

Oddly, it doesn’t hurt as much as it did in the past.

Besides the initial pain of the penetration, his hole stretching what he thought would be impossibly wide to let the older man inside, while bright, was quick, discomfort in it’s wake as he gets used to the older man indie him, but it quickly seems like just a memory as Terry’s cock hits his prostate, pleasure burning in it’s wake.

He cries out, ass clenching on the cock, hands grasping the sheets in fists now.

“There we go,” Terry smirks, “found it.”

Terry rubs over his fist, until it relaxes enough to lace their fingers together.

“So fucking tight,” he growls, “like I knew you would be. God your ass feels so good.”

“Your,” he gasps as Terry begins to rock into him, fucking him. “Your cock feels good. Fuck, how is it so big.”

It’s a pure porno line and should sound cheesy - ridiculous - but there is a sincerity there even in the way he moans it out. How he circles his hips and the wet sound as his ass opens for energy inch as it slides in and out, how his legs fall open even wider - showing Teddy how much he really likes that.

Terry laughs, “my little size queen,” licking into his mouth messily.

Daniel believes him.

He can feel it in his throat.

“You’ll be ruined for anyone else. No one else will be able to fill this ass like you need now,” he slams his hand over his wrist, large hand wrapped around it ridiculously easy, as is the ease at which he holds it to the mattress. Daniel wouldn’t be able to break the hold even if he tries

Daniel flexes, just to see and it tightens, and that does something to him he can’t quite describe but god he’s never been more turned on.

“Daddy knows best baby boy,” and oh that is new. Daniel arches up, sudden and violent, his release shooting out and hitting Terry’s chest, his ass griping the cock so tight Terry stops thrusting, only shoving back inside once he loosens up, spilling himself inside moments later.

Pulling out, the wet noise his ass makes - full of lube and the older man’s spit and cum.

Despite the ache in his ass - a feel he can’t exactly say is unpleasant. It just reminds him of how well used he was - how good he was for Terry, and later on Terry takes him again, face down ass up this time, even having Daniel ride him come the morning light. Although, if he’s being honest, is not him bouncing on it like he imagined, but more him sobbing and struggling to take him in that position, the cock so deep, and twice as large he swears, his legs spread so wide on either side as he sinks down. That seems to do it for Terry though, who helps him fuck himself on it, large hands on a narrow waist, fingers leaving greedy bruises, praising him for doing so good. “know it’s a lot to take baby, especially like this, and your ass is so tight even after I’ve had it.”

Large hands on narrow hips helping him lift up and down, the punched out little gasps every time Terry bottoms out, each time his cock brushed the swollen prostate inside him, until he’s telling Daniel to rock back and fourth.

Teaching him how to ride his cock.

A long soak in the obnoxiously big tub, overlooking the New York skyline as night falls is next.

By the time Terry has had his fill, Daniel is more glad than ever that he has the next few days off, even if this proves to not be a thing because Terry ends up occupying those days. Terry quickly ensures there is no time in which they will not be apart.

It’s all off the book - it’s his weekend after off - but he quickly agrees.

One of the older ones who took Daniel under his wing tried to advise against it.

“He’s trying to get your services without paying for it”

Besides the fact Terry doesn’t strike him as such a man - he is liberal with his money when they go out - paying for everything - Daniel sees a side of New York he never did before - could never afford to - and he tries to commit it to memory - knowing he’ll never see it again.

So he can’t say he feels used, even if he has also happily spread his legs for the older man multiple times throughout the weekend, and his mouth, blowing Terry on several occasions.

It is, hands down, the best sex Daniel has ever had.

Terry then officially pays for the following week of Daniel’s time, extending his own stay in NY to accommodate it.

Daniel can’t say he is anything but distraught when the time comes for Terry to have to leave, although it doesn’t last long, Terry explains that while he is returning to LA out of necessity, he will be back to NY on the weekend, if not earlier, whisking him away to the penthouse suite when he does.

Having him against the floor to ceiling glass window the second the door is closed behind him. He has already told Daniel to have his ass ready for when he arrived.

“Who wouldn’t give you the world?” Moving his hair to the side, kissing his neck, their eyes meeting the glass’s reflection.

“It’s too bad you have to go,” Daniel laments as they lie on the bed now in the afterglow, Daniel on his back staring at the ceiling as Terry smokes his cigar - something he likes to do after sexTerry’s come slowly making it’s way out of him - the older man pathologically obsessed with marking Daniel in that way.

“What if I didn’t?” Terry questions.

“What?” Daniel turns his head to look at the older man.

“Or more likely, you coming with me?” He says, blowing smoke out.

Rolling to his side now, he just stares at the older man, and he’s pretty sure his mouth is open.

Terry laughs. “Now did you really think I was leaving you here?”

Daniel is honestly at a loss at what to say.

“I went home to arrange a few things for your arrival is all.”

“But,” he starts, head spinning. He was not expecting the conversation to take this turn.

“I’m not leaving you here,”is all Terry says, matter of fact - end of argument, even if there was one (Daniel’s not sure) - case closed.

“My life is here.”

“Your life is with me now,” Terry answers, with no real arrogance - no, just the air of a man used to getting his own way.

It can’t be that easy, he thinks.

“Daniel, you told me yourself, you have no family here, no friends.”

This is true, and it’s not like he’s made any headway with the acting. He took the escort job to save up money for acting classes, to both improve and set up some connections.

“You also have no job.” Terry adds.

He bought the business, and Daniel certainly won’t be rented out, ensuring no other man or woman could have him was the point, and if any escort business knows what’s good for them they would not take him on a should be try to find other employment. Although Terry isn’t betting on that. What he has to offer if much better after all.

“The thought of any other man touching you …” Terry trails off,

He should be mad, he should, but, it’s not like he even wanted the job. That Terry got him first, he considers himself endlessly lucky.

Still.

“This can’t last,” Daniel starts.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

There has been no one, so far, that has kept Terrys attention the way Daniel has. No one he even considered giving him name to, expect now.

“For each month we are together a payout of $100,000 that, should we break up, would be payable to you.”

“I’m not a whore,” he says quietly, but there’s no real heat. Every time he has slept with Terry, he’s made a point that it be in his time.

“Certainly not, and neither are wives. That’s just a standard prenup in our circles.”

“Oh,” he says.

“You told me film school is what you were hoping to achieve. That you wanted to save enough money from working.” A short lived career thanks to Terry.

“It still is,” he agrees.

“So you can go. Here or California. It doesn’t really matter. I prefer California’s weather but I can work from anywhere really. I don’t mind a few years in New York, if it’s needed. A Change of scenery, if you’re that scenery,” Terry says.

Daniel thinks the same thing applies. He won’t mind a change, so long as that change is Terry.

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Love Terry and Axel training together in the final trailer T.T I WOULD DIE FOR THEM

No doubt bonding over their obsession love of small brunette beauties.

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Thoughts on Daniel getting DP’d by Terry and Sensei Wolf? 😈 Daniel whines and fusses the entire time before they actually push in, but moans like a whore and sobs for more when they finally find a position that works. Since he’s being such a good boy, Terry and Wolf think they’ll reward his bussy and fill him up so that he leaks them the entire day.

Such violence in my inbox here.

Cracks knuckles.

We’re doing this.

Tagging @rosie-tyler because this asks seems up her alley - the pairing being what it is 😏

🌶️

They’ve been working up to this.

Daniel is able to take several of Terry’s fingers and Wolf’s while stuffed full of cock, not matter which cock is the one inside him, filling him to the brim.

Expect nearly it isn’t, if the way their fingers can now slip inside is any indication.

Practise does make perfect, and is Terry the perfect teacher for this, to Daniel’s perfect student, who takes the lesson of decadent ruin to heart.

They’ve had him every way they could, except like this.

One in his mouth and the other his ass.

One of their favourites.

One pushing in right after the other pulls out.

One of their favourites.

Terry going first, always first, sliding in bare, coming inside him, leaving him wet messy and iron for a wolf who always ends up fucking more out than in, although his cock is always sheathed in a condom if he’s inside Daniel - a rule Terry was steadfast about.

No one had his boy raw like that but him, and Wolf is just glad any times he’s invited into their bed, to share Daniel, when Terry was in that type of mood, and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Just like he doesn’t look too closely at who exactly is standing on for who. He knows, he’s not dumb. We always go looking for a good knockoff when the original can’t be found.

And Daniel didn’t have a price not like Wolf anyway.

He came cheaply, all things considered, he can admit that about himself, but Daniel was here as a self sacrifice - giving himself to a Terry to stop anyone else from getting hurt - taking it all himself instead.

He’s take the scraps like he always does, like he’s doing right now, receiving the nod at dinner - knowing it meant Terry expected him in their (Terry and Daniel’s) bedroom.

Still, he was loyal servant and would always come when called.

It was a big difference in him and Daniel.

He didn’t resist but Daniel did, it at least he tried, even if they all ended up in the same place at the end.

Puppets on strings, although when he sees Daniel and Terry together, sitting back watching, he has to wonder, who exactly holds the handles that move the marionettes.

If the strings were cut, Daniel would have his freedom but Terry would crumble to the ground unable to move or function - Wolf is sure of it.

Wolf had taken Terry’s money, acting like it was a partnership of sorts.

There was an understanding between them.

Terry had a need for revenge, an order that Wolf could fulfill.

Daniel though, Daniel Terry had already spent half his fortune on, and now, whatever was left.

“You know your place,” Terry would often tell Wolf. It wasn’t intended as an insult or a compliment, and a wolf took it as neither. It was a matter of fact.

It was a good thing Daniel didn’t know his place, because he held enough power as is.

Wolf had self awareness, born of self preservation. Daniel not so much.

It’s another big difference between them.

But here now, like this, he feels equal, even if he’s not.

Here now, Terry is lying on his back on the giant bed, blood red sheets because he prefers Daniel in red, who is currently bouncing on his cock, moaning like a whore for it.

Wolf stands, pushing on his back so Daniel is practically lying on top of Terry, his knees on either side of the older man as large hands grip his cheeks to hold him open.

Lube is drizzled down his crack and he grumbles at the sudden coolness. Terry kisses his temple, shushing him, rubbing smoothing hands up and down his back to calm and soothe.

Feeling the trembling going through the smaller frame; Daniel knows what is coming.

Fingers rub the already stretched opening, taunt from his body already accommodating Terry, who is not exactly a small man.

They had already had him wearing the largest plug before Terry had fucked him with four of his fingers, teasing his thumb before deciding to push his cock in instead.

A finger pushes in along side of said cock.

“Hush now, love. You’ve taken more,” Wolf says, second finger already teasing him.

“We both know what you want. What you can handle. What you will take,” Terry affirms, but then he groans, head tipping back, and Wolf can feel how the smaller man clenches around them.

“Now now, love,” he says, a hand on Daniel’s forehead, pulling it back. “If you keep tensing up you’ll undo all the good we’ve done. We need you loose.”

“Maybe he needs some help to relax,” Terry muses.

Wolf smirks at Terry. He knows what that means.

A tongue laps at his entrance moments later, tracing his rim and Terry’s cock at the same time, around where they are joined.

Sharp teeth in Terry’s chest, and the older man lets out a grunt at the feel.

Terry grabs Daniel’s wrists, holding him as Wolf eats him out as best as he can, given the situation and their position.

Finally he wriggles in a second finger, tongue not leaving his hole, the whining starting when he feels the third put pressure on his rim, quickly developing into a keening when the tip of the third slips in, his ass unable to do anything but yield to the persistent intrusion.

Three full fingers, as deep as can be, moving in and out while Terry tries his best to steady his hips, so his boy gets used to the feel, his cock unmoving inside him, serving as an anchor inside him.

“Use some more lube,” Terry advises, his hand rubbing up and down to ground Daniel, feeling the beat of his heart against his own broad chest, the warmth of Daniel’s soft open mouth as he whimpers against Terry, mouthing at the older man’s skin, almost like a distraction. “Warm it this time,” Terry adds. He does not want to bring Daniel out of the headspace they’ve gotten him into,

Wolf does as he’s told, the excess dripping off Daniel onto Terry. The sheets will be beyond saving.

Sliding in and out, rubbing the rim each time Wolf’s fingers slip free before his body slurps them back inside.

When he’s loose enough they switch, Wolf not moving his fingers, just keeping him there, so his body is full, nice and stretched as Terry moves his cock in and out, coring him open.

Lining up, Terry’s hands moving down to hold his ass open, fingers pushing inside his hole which is obscenely malleable now. Daniel’s hands grabbing onto Terry’s arm as the head of the Wolf’s cock presses against him.

Blunt pressure that turns into an unbelievable feeling of fullness as the head manages to work its way inside.

Wolf ‘s hand find purchase on sharp hips, Terry still holding him open, fingers framing where both cocks have stretched the once small hole of his ass taunt, feeling as each inch of Wolf’s cock slides in deeper - his boy opening beautifully.

“Now that is a tight pussy, love.”

“When is it not,” Terry says and it has no right sounding that fond.

“He won’t be able to close his ass after this.”

Daniel is panting by the time Wolf bottoms out, both men balls deep in him; so full he can feel it in his throat.

Terry always was able to show him things he didn’t think he as capable of.

Both men equally as excited as they were back then - Terry for bending Daniel and his body to his will, Daniel for the thrill and the high it inspires in him.

A few starts and stops, Wolf slipping out a few times, trying to find a rhythm that works.

Unable to do anything but take it, Daniel impaled by two cocks, trapped between two bigger bodies.

But when they finally get it right, their cocks moving in tandem, the pressure on his spot has his spurting his release between his and Terry’s body - not even a hand on his cock.

He’s never come untouched before.

A night of many firsts.

Because this is also the first time Terry is allowing Wolf to fuck Daniel bare as well, although he’s under strict orders to pull out before he comes. A cock ring snug on Wolf’s cock as added insurance, another rule of Terry’s.

Terry fucks up a few times, fingers digging into the smaller man’s narrow hips, littered in bruises matching both men’s fingerprints now.

Their cocks slide against each other inside the near unbearable tight heat of Daniel’s ass, Terry fucking him full as he comes himself. Wolf can feel his cock throb and pulse, wondering how it feels for Daniel like this because there is absolutely no free space in his body.

Terry slips free, warning Wolf, who pulls out, knowing himself that he’s too close to risk it.

Taking off the cock ring, a few strokes is all it takes and he’s painting the gaping hole with his release, his come mixing with Terry’s as it drips out of Daniel.

It looks equal, even if it’s not.

The click of the door behind him as Wolf leaves, confirmation of that.

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How should Terry have dealt with Daniel in the sauna??

I’m working on it

The anon has confirmed that, checks notes, “...it was definitely a fuck nasty request.”

And fuck nasty they shall.

Hoping to have it out in the next couple days. Until then, a small snippet.

Wolf stands to the side, as does Dennis.

“I want to talk.”

“So talk,” Terry gestures, taking another long draw of his cigar, his eyes never leaving Daniel.

“Make them leave.”

Wolf scoffs, but Dennis, already having experience with Terry and Daniel is already turning to leave.

Terry motions his head for him to leave.

“But …” Wolf starts.

“We don’t get paid enough for what’s about to happen,” Dennis says. “Trust me.”

“We’ll just be outside,” Wolf says. He was paid to do a job after all.

“You better not be,” Daniel grits out.

“Who the hell do you think you …. ” Wolf starts.

Daniel pays no mind, simply turning to the older man. “Terry. I’m serious.”

“I know you are,” said through a shit eating grin.

Terry glances at Wolf now, for just a moment, not allowing his eyes off his true prize for long.

An angry Daniel is when he’s at his most beautiful, his most dangerous, and his most fun. God, he’s gorgeous, and it doesn’t help that sweat is already gathering at his temples from the heat of the room.

“We’ll be fine.”

“What,” he hears Wolf start to say to Dennis as he opens the door to usher him out.

“They’ll fight. They’ll fuck. Probably at the same time.”

Terry smirks, and Daniel flexes his fists. Terry watches, serenely puffing his cigar.

So fucking obnoxious.