#silverusso asks

[rosie-tyler]

Silverusso fight but I see red is the soundtrack

[merv606]

Daniel on a dinner date in Okinawa with Terry in a happier universe (no Mercy-Terry, that's a BAD Terry)

“Is this seat taken?”

Daniel glances at the older man, looking him up and down before answering. “No, not at all,” he gestures, the tall man taking the seat.

“Terry,” he introduces himself as he takes the proffered seat.

“Daniel,” he returns the favour.

“Well, Danny. Do you mind if I call you, Danny,” although he doesn’t wait for the answer as he continues. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re been by yourself since you got here.”

🌶️

“Been watching me have you?”

“So I thought you may want to drink with me,” he says in lieu of answering the statement, waving a waiter over but Daniel covers his glass with his left hand, the ring glinting in the light

Terry chuckles at the obvious display.

“The ring won’t stop me ….. trust me.”

“You do seem to be a man who doesn’t hear no very much.” Daniel amends.

“What kind of husband would leave someone like you alone?!” Terry retorts.

“Someone who is working late.”

“There would be nothing I can think of that would be worth me leaving you like that.”

Daniel takes a sip of wine, their fingers brushing as Terry hands it to him.

“In fact,” Terry says, taking a sip himself, watching Daniel swallow. “I wouldn’t let you leave my side or my bed.”

This turns out to be true because they end up at his penthouse, in his bed.

Daniel can’t help but remark on how beautiful the space is, as he’s shown around.

“I’m renting it for the weekend.”

“On a trip?”

“Business,” he says, “and now pleasure,” crowding Daniel into the wall.

Before he knows it, they’re naked with Terry on his back on the too large bed as Daniel sinks down on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re not getting it enough at home, sweetheart,” Terry groans out. each inch slowly sliding in. “Your cunt is too tight.”

“Well, you are quite …. impressive,” he says diplomatically, not wanting to feed what he knows is an impressive ego but it comes out slightly strained.

“Here … let me help then,” flipped onto his hands and knees, Terry grabbing his hips pressing in until Daniel can feel the body pressed fully against his ass - Terry in him as deep as he can go in this position.

Impaled on the thick length, he’s not given much time to adjust before the older am starts pounding in.

His toes curl from the pleasure of it all.

“Wait,” Daniel moans out, “did you put a condom on?” He thinks to suddenly ask.

But Terry plunges two fingers in his mouth.

Leaning over the smaller prone body now, cock driving in even deeper somehow, mouths right against his ear.

“We both know you want it raw,” he says.

The fingers touch the back of his throat and Daniel gags, although he doesn’t stop sucking on them, drool piling at the corners of his mouth dripping down.

Wet sounds of his ass being fucked.

Saliva, lube, precum from his leaking cock and Terry’s, and god knows what else cover both men.

“Don’t come in me,” he groans, sensing the older man is close as his thirsts become sloppy.

“You think your husband won’t be able to tell you as soon as he gets a look that you? That you finally had a cock big enough to satisfy you inside you tonight?”

Daniel reaches out, grabbing the sheets.

“This pretty little pussy of yours won’t be able to close after I’m done with it.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers, the older man finding and honing in on his spot - determined to feel his ass come around his cock.

“Little cock slut I could tell as soon as I looked at you.”

Gasping and whimpering non stop as Daniel is fucked into the mattress - the cock so deep it’s in his fucking throat.

“Bet you can come from this.”

Daniel cries out as the older man nails his spot over and over.

“You’re going to come from this.”

A final thrust, putting him on his face, as the older man stills, and with a deep groan comes deep inside him.

“Did you …” he asks, even if he doesn’t need to. Daniel can feel it as it pulses and throbs insides him, filling him up.

If he thought he felt full before, it’s nothing to how he feels now.

He breaks off as a hand wraps around his cock, clearly not needed going by the wet spot under him, and the fact he’s already going limp.

Terry pulls out, watching each inch as it leaves the fucked out body, his ass still gripping him like he doesn’t want to leave, and then the gap of the well used hole when his cock finally pulls completely freed.

Daniel collapses then, making a face, rolling out of said wet spot.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Daniel says, turning his head towards Terry. “Was it what you wanted.”

Taking Daniel’s hand, Terry kissing his wedding ring.

“Exactly.”

Terry reaches over, spreading his cheeks, watching as he trickles out of his husband.

“God, the part with the condom,” Terry chuckles. “I almost came then and there.”

“Knew you would,” he smiles.

“It wasn’t too rough was it?”

Daniel will feel it tomorrow that’s for sure. Then again, even after all these years, he always does, but this will be more than normal.

He’s glad his husband had made love to him this morning.

Terry tends to lean towards making love more so than being rough - it’s usually tender more than pure fucking - but ever once in awhile - the mood strikes them both - and his husband wants to fuck - to take - pure animalistic need - and it’s welcomed - Daniel needing to be used and taken just as much

“I can kiss it and make it better,” he leers and as ridiculous as it is, Daniel’s ass still clenches at the words, but he can feel the twinge already.

As much as he would love to, it really isn’t a good idea, because he knows Terry won’t be able to resist and that fingers will quickly follow until he’s being finger fucked so that Terry can force another one out of him.

Of all the things Terry had introduced him to - has shown his what his body is capable under him - multiple orgasms was the most surprising.

“How about a soak in that tub?” He inclines his head to the ensuite where a massive claw footed tubs sits, sadly unused.

“Consider it done,” Terry says, scooping Daniel into his arms carrying him into the bathroom to start the bath.

[silverusso]

I watched that Mike and terry “fight” in kk3 and the way Mike leg was in between terry legs and the way terry kind of dip Mike back by his hair and the way Mike grab terry chest which he is so real for like I really think Mike wanted him so bad

Terry has a type for feisty smart mouth short Brunettes anyways

I just realized Mike and Daniel both have there mouths open when terry is yelling at them in different scenes

With Mike it with this scene the Mike vs terry kk3 fight when terry pulled his hair and was yelling at him like terry was full on spitting in his mouth 👀

With Daniel it when terry was either saying it blood so what line or when terry told Daniel to stop doing kata and told him to say yes sir

They probably want him to spit in their mouths or something. 😈

totally normal behaviour btw

[andygo34]

Wait...you ship Kreese/Daniel? Niiiice I ship Daniel with everyone lmao!

YEES, I ship him with everyone too, male or female, Terry x Daniel? OTP, Johnny x Daniel? Classic, Chozen x Daniel? Beautiful, that would be my OTP if it weren't for the Silverusso, Mike x Daniel? Let the karate bad boy have a little Daniel, KREESE X DANIEL? HELL YEAH, Bobby x Daniel? Cute, Dutch, Tommy, and Jimmy are also the lucky ones I ship with him.

Sensei Wolf x Daniel? It starts with Wolf being jealous of Daniel for getting Terry's attention until he realizes WHY and proceeds to develop his own obsession (and takes the opportunity to mess with Johnny because he loves annoying him)...

and I could go on and on.😆

[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. ;)

[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.

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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.

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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!

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SCREAMING EJEIFIWKEDKRJWKKGHOGOELWLSLSLSLDDJEKKERKLWPWLTOWLL

Waiter? More TIG bts pics please!!!!

Also putting these together because I can😍😌

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they should have kissed, also size difference!

Oh, Daniel was definitely thinking about dudekissing!

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I kinda wonder what it would have been like if they had Terry's reveal when Daniel was locked in the dog cage! I LOVE the sauna, because nakey Terry is delicious but damn this would have been kinda funny too. I would prefer both ;)

Daniel wouldn't get out of this cage that's for sure😭

I like @merv606 's idea that he would drag him into the yacht.

So that would be the last time anyone saw Daniel and Terry😭

Orr another fight🥵

(why is he so hot here😩😩😩😩😩😩)

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[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.

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I swear that Excessive Force is Silverusso fanfic with fem!Daniel. In this essay I will,

You mean Excessive force, released in 1993, 4 years after The Karate Kid 3, starring and written by Thomas Ian Griffith who plays a character named Terry who sings Danny boy

and has a tiny spunky brunette as his love interest?