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willel · 9 days

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Castle Byers

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Firstly I want to start off by saying how absolutely perfect this song is for the moment. It starts off so melancholic and hopeful. But as the song progresses, despite that hopeful happy feeling, something sinister and off putting is building under it until it overtakes everything.

It so perfectly suits Will and El's situation the moment she finds him. I imagine she was so relieved and happy to see him alive, but as the connection dims and breaks, leaving her alone, it must've felt awful.

In my brief previous post, I stated how not just the scene itself but all the context surrounding it makes this part of the The Bathtub so.......... perfect. So precious. It really shows the bond of the Byers family and El (and Hopper's) potential place it in before it was even on the table.

Originally, I was going to say it starts with Joyce and El's conversation but no, I think it really starts with Hopper and Jonathan.

First of all, the blooper for this scene is absolutely hilarious. But on a more serious note, I feel as though this is the first time Jonathan has ever even slightly trusted an adult man to keep his word.

"You have to trust me on this, alright?" I'm not sure if he really allows himself to trust here but he does take a step back and doesn't run off on his own again. Not until Nancy decides to follow through with the plan to hunt to Demogorgon. But when you really think about it, he still trusted Hopper (and Joyce) to find and rescue Will while he and Nancy dealt with the monster that would try to hurt them.

I think back to Lonnie planting seeds of distrust over Hopper being the chief. Or even how Jonathan ignored Hopper at the beginning of the season and went to Lonnie's house to search for Will himself.

The change is in no way dramatic or intense, but changes with Jonathan rarely are. This little moment of "... Alright I'll trust you." without actually saying the words and even the still doubtful expression makes me hope for more Hopper and Jonathan scenes in the upcoming season.

Then we have this moment. You must remember, Joyce and Hopper just went on a wild goose chase researching the lab and ended up discovering El existed. Not only that, they met her family. They met her mother that spend more than a decade looking for her and trying to save her.

I feel after Season 1, they don't focus much on just how similar Joyce and Terry are. If Joyce were in Terry's situation, I think she would've also busted into Hawkins Lab with a gun to get Will or Jonathan out. Joyce doesn't know about the details of that of course, but I still think Joyce saw a lot of herself in Terry.

It was this scene that really opened by eyes to El becoming a Byers someday. This is their first time meeting and yet Joyce knows exactly what to say. Exactly how to comfort her. Exactly how to give her confidence and thank her for all her hard work.

You can see how much El struggles to understand Joyce's kindness and warmth. Whenever Papa "asked" her to do something, it obviously wasn't a request, but an order. When she faced something scary or experienced something painful, Papa was really there to give her comfort, he was there to make sure she could keep going.

I wonder if El trusted Joyce to her word and be there for her when things to too scary or difficult, or was it empty promises like before?

And then like a proper mom and dad of a supernatural child, they help her into the bath. It's just kinda cute.

Of course, can't forget to mention when she finds Barb dead and starts freaking out, Joyce is there as she promised. I noticed though Hopper was trying to hold her hand too while she was flailing, she grabbed onto Joyce instead. earfrawed

The void is such a lonely place usually, I wonder if this is the first time she's ever heard someone on the outside calling out to tell her it's ok and she's not really alone. Maybe I'm getting too deep in my feelings but I can't help but wonder.

There's this tiny Joye and Jonathan moment when El announces her new location (sorry about Barb, Nancy). Castle Byers. Castle Byers on the rightside up was one of the first places Joyce and Jonathan looked when they were searching for Will on their own. They weren't wrong to check there. Makes total sense even in another world he'd be there yeah?

And then...before Castle Byers plays, there's nothing but quite droning and her wet footsteps as she gets closer.

And then she says his name so softly and the music starts ahhhh. It's so sad but so so precious??? This is where my theory brain started going ".... Oh. This moment is something more." I've been a delusional Hopper-Byers family fanatic since then! :D

This specific frame lives rent free in my brain. How does it touch my heart so? To see this poor lost girl trying to help this poor lost boy and then the fact that they later become family??? It's just all too perfect. Do you understand my feelings???

Anyway, what partially spurred me to write this post is reexamining the one thing Will said during this scene and his mental state during this conversation.

Firstly, it's unclear if he's even awake or if he remembers this moment. In the show, Will hasn't really said one way or another if he remembers this or not. Even in the comics, when this happens, it's presented like Will is hallucinating something from his d&d stories.

It's been how many years since this happened in the show? Yet it doesn't seem like Will has told anyone about his experience in the Upside Down whatsoever.

When the Hawkins crew in S4 got trapped in the Upside Down, they had to figure out the lights and hearing people on the other side all by themselves because clearly Will hasn't told any of them. Not even Nancy knew and I feel like Jonathan would've informed her of anything Will said regarding Upside Down stuff at least, right? She was so traumatized by the place and though her stint there was brief prior to S4... I dunno. I feel like if Will told them stuff, Nancy would know the stuff.

Back to the actual scene, what had me pondering things was Will saying "Hurry."

I mean, look at him. He's clearly unwell and I'm sure he'd love to go home right now so saying "Hurry" is not weird or anything. But it had me thinking, "Did Will know or suspect something was going to happen to him very soon or that he was "running out of time""?

I know that's a stretch, but it just stuck out to me all of the sudden. Immediately after this, he is captured by the demogorgon or something else.

We have NO idea what really happened over there. We have no idea how much Will remembers.

I can' really call this a theory, just speculation that there is something more here than meets the eye. But, let's get back to the family feels.

I love this little moment of Hopper hearing Will's voice and looking so determined. Season 1 Hopper best Hopper (I like S2 Hopper too though). The drive the becomes stronger and stronger to save the child of his former/new best friend/crush/lover/whatever the hell they were Joyce is.... he's a good guy.

Jonathan just watching Joyce reassure Will that they're coming over and over. I wonder what he's really feeling in this moment. I mean, he's probably feeling just as determined as Hopper and Joyce. But seeing stuff like this makes me wonder what he thinks of El.

Is he amazed? Is he afraid? Thankful? I just wish we got more of his feelings about it all.

I'm so sad we didn't get more sprinkles of Jonathan and El content over the years. S3 and S4 gave us a wee bit but still not enough.

There's this itty bitty detail that is completely irrelevant but for most of this scene, Will is not holding El's hand back. But at some point, he does hold her hand back but starts to let go at the end of the scene. gseranodwe

It's hard to see when it's not in action, but I'm much to lazy to make a full gif right now.

There's two moments when she panics like this. It's during this scene and when she loses contact with her mother in season 2. I've always wondered why she has such a strong panic when losing connection like that, especially with her mom in S2.

I can sort of understand here because Will is in a precarious situation but her mom definitely wasn't. Was her reaction to her mom disappearing PTSD from Will disappearing? Or is it when she uses her powers in this way, it's disorienting or painful when it ends abruptly?

AHHHH. I love this so so much. Joyce just holding her and reassuring her and giving her kisses on the forehead and everything. God, they are so freaking precious oh my god.

"You did so good." I cannot even a believe this woman has so much love to give.

Anyway. That's my rant of the day about the excellent amazing and beautiful Castle Byers scene accompanied with music.

Bonus: Lucas making sure El is warm, he's the best.

#stranger things #el hopper #will byers #willel #joyce byers #jonathan byers #jim hopper #theory #not actually a theory more of a fever rant really

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karatekels · 10 months

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Ahh jealous Terry Silver please! I'd love to see a angry, possessive Silver. Imagine at some gala or business meet, Terry's much younger woman gets the attention of younger business men and he doesn't like it. Ending in something steamy when they get home 😏 if you're comfortable!

Sorry for the wait, anon! I'm happy to write this for you - I'm assuming you wanted CK Terry since you mentioned the age difference. I definitely got carried away with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

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TW: Rough sex; elements of Dom/sub

Terry does get quite rough here (far darker than anything else I’ve written to date), but it’s all consensual. Still, feel free not to read if it makes you uncomfortable!

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Prized Possession

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You give your reflection a once-over in the mirror for the hundredth time, waiting for a knock at the door. You were in the most expensive outfit you’d ever worn – a stunning, royal blue dress, matching heels, and gorgeous jewelry, your hair curled and in an updo like a princess – prepared to go join your boyfriend at an important charity gala. This would be the first time that you would be accompanying Terry to an event like this, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. This was a big step in your relationship, and you were worried that you would stick out from the crowd like a sore thumb. You’d never understood what he’d seen in you, and you were worried that after tonight he’d see that you didn’t belong in his world after all.

You’re interrupted from your unpleasant thoughts by a knock at your door. Taking a deep breath, you grab your clutch and move to open it, expecting to greet Terry’s chauffeur. Instead, you find Terry himself on the other side of the door, dressed in a spectacular navy blue suit, his silver hair slicked back in its signature ponytail. Damn, but you were a lucky woman.

“Well hello, my dear,” Terry purrs seductively, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. “You look absolutely stunning. Shall we?” he asks, offering you his arm. You find yourself speechless and just nod mutely as you take his arm, letting him guide you down your front steps and into the waiting limousine. It was times like this that you really felt the differences between you stood out; he was tall, rich, brilliant and classy, and he treated you with the chivalry of decades past, while you were just a young girl trying to get by, working three separate admin jobs, annoyed with most people your own age. You find yourself lost in your morose thoughts as the limo drives off, and Terry quickly takes notice.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asks, taking your hand, his thumb rubbing in reassuring circles. “You seem quiet this evening.”

You tilt your head towards him, considering how to respond. This was an important evening for Terry, and you didn’t want to distract him with your silly, trivial self-image problems. You decide to be honest, but brief with him, knowing he’d be able to detect a lie instantly.

“I’m fine, Terry, I’m just really nervous. I don’t want to embarrass you, but I have no idea what I’m in for tonight,” you explain, biting your lip nervously. He moves to soothe you, taking the side of your face in one of his hands and stroking your cheek comfortingly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he croons, “you have nothing to worry about, I promise you. Just be your wonderful self, and you will be just fine.” He leans in to kiss you deeply and you melt against him, but he can still see traces of doubt in your expression when you break apart. “I’ll be with you the whole time,” he whispers encouragingly, running his thumb along your bottom lip. You nod, wanting to believe him, and hope for the best. Terry would take care of you, of that you had no doubt.

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Disappointingly, Terry had been wrong, you thought to yourself with a sigh. Over the last couple of hours, Terry had been forced to step away from you again and again, giving you an apologetic look every time he was dragged away to discuss various business dealings. You knew you couldn’t hold it against him; you were proud of how successful he was, and how hard he had worked his whole life. It was just hard, feeling like this was another way that you couldn’t relate to him. You feel him take a seat beside you and put on a smile; the least you could do tonight was to look like you were enjoying yourself to avoid embarrassing him.

“How long will I have you for this time?” you ask playfully, trying to keep your tone light.

“How long do you want me for?” replies a voice in your ear that was definitely not Terry’s. You jump, leaning away from the person, your face turning bright red. The man in Terry’s chair looked to be in his late twenties, with tanned skin and short brown curls. He gave you a wicked smile, his dark eyes glittering in amusement as you try to compose yourself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir!”

“I can’t say that I am. What’s your name, beautiful?” he asks, cocking his head to the side as he surveys you. You suppose he was handsome enough, and like Terry, clearly dressed like money, but you felt absolutely no attraction towards him whatsoever. Like everyone else, this man couldn’t hold a candle to your Terry.

“I’m… uh…” you stammer, trying to think of what to say. You were so unfamiliar with this type of setting, and you didn’t want to do anything to embarrass Terry, or spoil a business dealing. “My name is Y/N. Sorry again for what I said, I thought you were my boyfriend.”

Before he could get a word in edgewise, you get out of your chair, grabbing your clutch and walking quickly to the ladies’ room, trying to freshen yourself up while waiting for the colour to fade from your cheeks. Hoping that the man will have left your table by the time you returned, you left the bathroom, walking out into the ballroom once more.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?” A different man asked, surveying you with his green eyes as he approached. You had been certain this man had been seated just behind you the next table over. Maybe he hadn’t seen you with Terry, or heard you reject the other man.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m actually here with someone,” you say, trying to be polite, scanning the room for Terry. The man pretends to look around with you, before leaning down to speak in your ear.

“Really? I don’t see him,” he says in a low voice, and you roll your eyes, stepping away to reclaim your personal space.

“Yes, well he just stepped away for a moment, I’m going to find him. Enjoy your evening,” you say forcefully, emphasizing that you will not be part of it, and walk away from him.

And so it went on, being interrupted over and over by men while you looked around for Terry. Where was he? You needed him here to get through this night, tired of being bothered by businessmen who looked at you like you were something to be bought.

“No, thank you,” you say, rejecting another man’s request for a dance, feeling yourself getting annoyed.

“There you are, Y/N” Terry says exasperatedly from behind you, and you whirl around in surprise and relief. He wraps you up in his arms, kissing you firmly, but it feels off. You turn your chin up against his chest and see him glaring daggers at the man behind you. Uh-oh, you think, whimpering into his shirt, and he snaps out of it, staring down at you.

Let’s get out of here,” Terry says curtly, blue eyes still cold as ice as they lock with yours, and he leads you away.

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Terry had sulked the whole way home, seeming frustrated. You had watched him out of the corner of your eye the whole way home, biting your lip in concern.

“Terry, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask as you walk into his home. What were you supposed to have done back there?

“Nothing,” he says airily, but you see right through him. “Nothing yet,” he corrects himself. “Not until you go and run off with Mulligan, or Park, or any of the other half dozen men I saw throwing themselves at you all night!” You stare at him, mouth agape.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” you ask incredulously. You start to laugh, but stop immediately as Terry gives you a cold look. “Terry, that’s ridiculous!”

“Is it?” he asks harshly, discarding his jacket on the back of a chair and walking to the bar to pour himself a drink. “It didn’t seem like that to me,” he mutters angrily, downing the glass of whiskey in one big gulp.

“What are you talking about?” you ask heatedly. All you had done all night was wait for him!

“I’m talking about how you even entertained their conversations at all, Y/N,” he says, seething. “They didn’t deserve more than two words from you! You’re mine,” he says, stalking across the room towards you.

You meet him halfway, reaching up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, knowing that he needs some reassurance from you. “Oh Terry,” you say softly, staring into his eyes. “I’ve known I’m yours probably longer than you have,” you say seriously, and his arms hesitantly come to wrap around you.

“Is that so?” he asks, one corner of his mouth lifting up into a smile, and you kiss the smile, giggling.

“Yes, that’s so! I was only trying to be nice to those men because I didn’t want to mess anything up for you, like a business relationship or something. I had no idea how to talk to those people, and I didn’t want to!”

“Really? You weren’t hoping some younger billionaire would sweep you off your feet?” He says hopefully, and you find his uncertainty charming as he calms down, holding you tightly.

“Younger or not, none of those men come close to comparing with you, Terry, in any way” you say honestly, comforting him the best you can.

“Plus, have you seen you?” you ask, pointedly looking him up and down. “Any guy would kill to look like you, love, no matter the age. I mean, I’m not dating you just for your looks, Terry, but trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about in that regard.” He preens a bit at the compliment, and you see his confidence return in full, and you consider the matter settled, turning away to hide your smile from him. It was strangely adorable, seeing a man as impressive as Terry Silver feeling insecure about himself, and it made you feel like maybe you have more in common with him than you thought.

“Plus, men my age just want to fuck 24/7,” you joke, dismissing the whole bunch. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that with you!” You’re still turned away from Terry as you say this, so you miss the way his eyes flash at your comment.

“And just what do you mean by that?” Terry asks, his voice dropping an octave. You look over your shoulder at him, confused by the tone that the conversation has suddenly taken. You shrug nonchalantly, trying to ease the tension, putting one hand on the back of the couch for support as you bend down to undo your strappy heels. Before you can, though, you’re yanked back up into a standing position.

“If you think,” Terry breathes into your ear, trapping you against him with an arm tight around your waist, squeezing you, “that I don’t yearn to be inside you from the moment that I lay eyes on you, my dear, you are sorely mistaken.”

“T-Terry?” you ask in a meek voice, trying to turn your head to look at him and read his face, but he’s holding you steady, and his other hand slides up under your chin, squeezing your neck and keeping you from moving. Your heartbeat quickens and you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat. You know that Terry would never really hurt you, but he was so strong, and could be so intense, that you feel your adrenaline spike anyway.

“And if that’s what you think, then maybe I’ve been remiss in my duties as your lover. Perhaps I should show you just what goes through my mind every time I look at you, hmm?” he muses to himself, knowing that you can’t answer from the way he’s gripping your neck. You shudder against him, feeling him getting hard against you. “Let’s see…”

He spins you around like a ragdoll, bringing you in front of a mirror hanging on the wall. Locking eyes with you in the mirror’s reflection, he takes his time, lifting the hand around your waist to your hair, gently taking out your hairpins one by one. You don’t move your eyes from his, fighting the urge to flinch every time a pin hits the marble floor. Plink. Plink. Plink.

You feel your curls falling down one by one, tickling your shoulder blades, but your eyes are so focused on Terry’s to the point that you can’t see anything else; it’s like you have tunnel vision. He’s been like this with you a few times in the past – incredibly dominant, that is – and you know that you’ll need to watch his expression closely if you want to anticipate his next move. You see it suddenly – a quick flashing of his blue eyes, like lightning – right before he grabs a fistful of your curls, pulling you up sharply, and you barely have enough time to straighten yourself back up, wobbling on your toes and trying to keep your balance. You tighten with need, whimpering, as he holds you there, licking your cheek possessively, his hot breath making your eyes flutter shut. You’re not sure it’s healthy, getting off on this, but at this moment you don’t care, needing Terry to take you and use you however he wants. You want to lose control tonight, and he needs control. A perfect match.

“Do you know what I think, when I see this pretty face?” he asks, tapping your cheek firmly with a finger. You shake your head, wincing as your hair pulls at the movement.

“Mine.” he growls, biting the spot where your neck and shoulder meet hard, and you let out a lusty cry, throwing your head back and he sucks hard on your skin.

“If I had my way, you wouldn’t leave my side without my mark on you, letting everyone know who you belong to.” As if to prove his point, he moves your hair over one shoulder and turns you, making sure that you see the dark hickey he’s left on your neck. You gasp, and try to cover it back up, but this only seems to urge him to go further.

“Men wouldn’t dare to look at you, let alone think about trying to take you from me!” He’s grinding his cock against you now, kneading your breasts roughly over your dress, and all you can do is hold on to him desperately. He suddenly whirls you around, pulling you into the middle of the room and into his arms, kissing you deeply, almost romantically.

Terry has always been mercurial, but when he needs you like this he becomes even more so, switching things up on you just to see your reactions, seeing how best to make you break from pleasure. Making you melt into a pool of lust was a fun challenge for him, you knew, and he was never one to admit defeat.

“You’re in for a long night, Y/N,” Terry says threateningly, tossing you onto the couch as he loosens his tie, his hair messy as it starts to come out of its slick ponytail. He has a wild look in his eyes, but you know that he is fully in control just from the way he’s rolling up the sleeves on his shirt: firmly, roughly even, but always with precision. You know he’s going to treat you the same way, and you draw in a shuddering breath, your mouth dry.

“You’ll count yourself lucky if I don’t end up taking you in every room of this house tonight,” He walks over to you slowly, and you meet him halfway, crawling up onto your knees, the top of your head only coming up to his chest.

His hand whips out – strike first – and grips your chin tightly, his thumb tracing your lips, staring at you on your knees before him like you were meant to be there.

“I am going to have you screaming my name like it’s the only word you know,” Terry promises, and then he’s on you, pinning you back against the couch, his hands everywhere, punishing your lips in a bruising kiss. You try to squirm up the couch to get into a better position, but you feel a tug from your dress, the fabric trapped under Terry’s knee.

“Terry, careful! The dress!” you caution him, not breaking the kiss. He growls in response, grabbing the hem of your skirt with both hands and ripping it straight up the middle to your waist, baring your legs for him, and you let out a yelp of surprise. He runs his hands up your legs hungrily, squeezing your hips.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says huskily, flipping you over onto your stomach to get at your zipper, pulling it down quickly so that he can fully tear the dress off of you. “I’ll buy you a hundred dresses, sweetheart, if it means I can get you like this even a second sooner.” He runs his hand down your bare back and you arch up against him, lifting your hips up and presenting your ass to him, clad in only a pair of skimpy lace underwear. He kneads your ass firmly, swearing under his breath at the sight you make before him.

“I’m going to break you, little one,” he threatens, delivering a sharp slap to your ass, close to your hip. You moan, feeling the area grow hot, and know that within the next minute his handprint will be glowing a warm pink, marking you as his in yet another way. “I’m going to make you mine; you’ll be ruined for anyone else.” He emphasizes his point by spanking you again, hard, and you whimper into the couch cushions, knowing he was right. No one else could give you what Terry could; no one else would even try.

Terry bends over you, his chest pressing against your back, one hand pushing your face further into the couch until you struggle to breathe. “Not that I plan on letting anyone else touch you, isn’t that right, Y/N?” he asks smugly, and you nod your agreement frantically until he lets you up to gasp for breath. “Good girl,” he praises, and you shudder in response. He chuckles, catching the movement, and yanks your strapless bra down to your waist.

“You like that, huh?” he asks, plucking at your nipples with rough fingers and feeling them stiffen, and you let out a wordless moan, unable to articulate a response. “You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?” he purrs, and you arch against him as he pinches a nipple.

“Fuuuck!” you scream out as he pushes you closer to the line between pain and pleasure. “Yes, Terry!” you cry, both because you want to tell him what he wants to hear and because it’s the truth. Something about the way those words sounded in his mouth sent a jolt of arousal through your whole body every time he said them; you would worship him at his feet if he asked it of you. He suddenly stops, sliding off the couch and taking a few steps back.

“Show me,” is all he says, his eyes bright as he sees what you’ll do. Trembling with need, you slip off the couch and onto the rug, crawling over to his feet and kneeling in front of him. Looking up at him from under your eyelashes, you reach up and grab his belt. “Please?” you ask, begging to free his cock. A satisfied rumbling sound emanates from his chest as he takes in the sight, and he nods, unbuttoning his shirt as you undo his belt, pulling down his dress pants and underwear. Your mouth waters as you look at his cock, hard and throbbing for you, and move to stroke it with your fingers.

“No,” the command comes from above you, and you freeze, looking up at him questioningly. “You’ll be on your knees for me plenty, tonight. I want you on the bed,” he says matter-of-factly, lifting you to your feet with ease and shrugging out of his shirt. You find yourself distracted by his body, so broad and strong, with the perfect amount of silvery chest hair.

“You’d better make it up there before I do,” he warns, pausing to take off his remaining clothing. Your eyes widen and you back out of the room before turning and taking off down the hall. You hear the sound of his pounding feet just as you reach the bottom of the stairs; he was going to catch you. Frantically, you take the stairs two at a time, trying your best to escape him, but then he’s on you, tugging you back into his arms and laughing darkly in your ear. You feel his hard cock against you, with only your lace panties as a barrier keeping him from fucking you right on the stairs, and you shudder against him at the thought. You loved when he had his way with you.

“Not fast enough,” he tsks. “You’ll have to make up for that.” He drags you up the stairs by the arm and tosses you into his bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him. As if you would try to escape this.

“Go to the bed and bend over,” he demands, and you rush to obey, throwing yourself face-first onto the blanket and trying not to wiggle around, your toes curling against the carpet in anticipation. He takes his time walking over to you, as if he’s contemplating how long you’d stay that way for, holding yourself in place and waiting for his pleasure.

He snatches up your hands, and you feel the softness of silk as he binds your wrists behind your back with his necktie. You flex your shoulders, testing your range of motion, and feel the weight on the mattress shift. Standing up straight, you take in the sight of Terry spread out naked on the soft sheets, cock erect, hair flowing loosely to his shoulders in those gorgeous silver curls, looking like a king as he lounges against the pillows. He beckons you, two fingers curling in towards him, and you climb onto the bed with difficulty, trying to maintain your balance as you settle between his legs.

“Such a good fucktoy,” he murmurs approvingly, and you shift your position, the words sending little electric shocks of pleasure to your clit, “you went right where you belong, didn’t you?” You nod fervently, pleading with him with your eyes to give you something to help get you off, and he smirks, holding the base of his cock towards you. “Go on then, my little slut,” he encourages, “get my cock ready to fuck you.”

You lean forward, licking him all over as you try to adjust yourself into a comfortable position without falling face-first into his lap, not that you think he’d mind. Terry tilts his head back as you get to work, and sighs at the ceiling. He’d had a mirror up there in the 80’s; maybe he should have it reinstalled? He glances back to you in time to see you take his cock between your beautiful painted lips, his gaze turning hungry at the sight. You really were made for him, he mused, watching you struggle to take his cock without losing your balance. Letting him be rough with you like this was only one of the many reasons he’d had an engagement ring custom-made for you months ago; you were the only person who could take all of him, the good and the bad, all the way down to the darkest parts of him, and you had. He’d waited a lifetime for you, and now that he had you he didn’t plan on wasting a single second. He pulls himself out of his thoughts and gives you his full attention once more. Hearing you let out a strained whimper, his hips buck slightly at the sound.

“Arms sore already?” he asks with fake sympathy, loving to watch you struggle as you pleasure him. You make a muffled noise of agreement as he thrusts into your mouth again, the tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat and making you gag. He moans eagerly as your throat tightens around him, and winds a hand into your hair tightly, moving you to take him as he pleases. His guidance on your head actually makes it easier to maintain your balance, and you take him deeper into your mouth, holding still until you start to choke, just the way he likes. You look up at him with tears blurring your vision, feeling so wholly devoted to this man who treated you the way you needed and didn’t judge you for it, nor treat you like you were made of glass. Mine, you think to yourself as you stare into his eyes, knowing you possessed him as much as he did you.

“Oh yes, Y/N. You were made to worship my cock,” Terry groans, and you hum in response, the vibrations nearly sending Terry over the edge. He lifts you off his cock, dragging you up his body until you’re straddling one of his thighs. He kisses you deeply, wrapping his arms around you, his fingers coming together just below your bound hands. He guides your hips back and forth, and you moan loudly as his leg stimulates your clit.

“That’s right, grind against my thigh like the desperate little thing you are, and beg for it.” You whimper, shamelessly humping his leg, leaning back and thrusting your chest out towards him.

“Please, fuck me Terry!” you moan bouncing on his lap frantically. He clucks his tongue, calm and collected right now as if he hadn’t just been on the verge of snapping completely and fucking you six ways from Sunday.

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you?” he teases, toying with one of your nipples casually. “Unless… you don’t need to come?” he suggests, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Terry!” you cry out desperately, struggling to not scream in frustration. “No, Terry, please! I need you, I need your cock inside me, please, I’ll do anything!” you babble incoherently. “Please, baby, take me, use me, whatever you want, just fuck me!”

Terry laughs mockingly as you struggle to maintain any sense of composure, quickly undoing the knotwork around your wrists and freeing your hands. Before you can stretch your arms, he’s already flipped you both around, pinning your face to the bed with a hand in your hair, lifting your hips up, pushing your soaked underwear to the side and making you whimper, your hands fisting the blankets as you brace yourself for a thorough fucking.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, sweetheart,” he says, thrusting into you in one smooth motion, holding your hips in a bruising grip as you shriek into the mattress.

“I’m going to give you just what you deserve, just what you need.” He punctuates every word with a snap of his hips, fucking you harder and deeper with every thrust. “You were made to take my cock with that tight little pussy, weren’t you, Y/N?” he asks, pounding into you. “Weren’t you?!” he demands through gritted teeth, pulling you up by the hair when he gets no response.

“Yes, Terry! Made for you, just for you!” you cry out, sobbing from the intensity of the pleasure only Terry could bring you to.

“Damn right,” he growls, spanking you for good measure. “You’re going to take all of me, every day, whenever I want you, Y/N.” You feel his thrusts coming faster now, and you know he’s getting close.

“Yes, please!” you beg, right on the edge yourself. “Use me baby, please! I need you to pump me full, Terry, please come in me!” This sets him off, and he thrusts into you a few more times before holding his hips still and biting your shoulder as he comes deep inside you.

“My girl,” he pants into your ear, lowering you both to the mattress and collapsing on top of you. You find the weight comforting as you slowly come down from your own high, trying to get your breathing under control. The room is quiet except for both of your breathing, and you both feel incredibly satisfied.

Terry rolls off of you suddenly, flipping you over carefully, and runs his hands gently over your body, taking in your tear-stained face, seeming almost shy. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Was it too much? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks with concern, and your heart melts at the sight.

“Just in the good ways,” you respond cheekily, placing your hands over his as he finishes checking you over. He rolls his eyes playfully, kissing you on the forehead before laying down beside you in a huff. You roll to the side, bringing your arm up to his chest, toying with the soft hair there and kissing his bicep. He laughs softly at your actions, chest rumbling, and you melt into him further. While you loved the rough, dominant side of Terry this sweet, relaxed side of him was your favourite.

“Don’t get too comfortable, my dear,” he croons, hooking your leg around his hip as you nuzzle into him. “It’s your turn next.”

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #thomas ian griffith #cobra kai #karate kid #kk3 #smut #dom/sub #dom/sub dynamics #possessive!terry

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postal-ech · 18 days

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Alright no, I need to go into detail on this shit cause I swear to god, it lives rent free in my head. I'll split the post off here cause there's gonna be some spoilers for Lisa the Undone as well as a few other Lisa Fan Games that are on my mind

I'm also giving a CW here, cause Lisa covers some dark topics, and I want to unload it a bit here, especially given what I've seen out of Lisa the Undone.

Buckle up, it's gonna be a long, very autistically hyperfixated post.

I initially never really got into Lisa when it first came out. I was a shitlord that saw the fan content first, especially this project known as Interlopers - essentially, a Lisa-Undertale crossover featuring Buddy Armstrong and Chara Dreemur.

It piqued my interest a bit, but I never realized how one sided it was in exploring this stuff, especially given it was this crossover AU. It focused mainly on the Undertale fandom and some of the things that were popular at the time. It WAS going to explore its own version of Olathe on a sequel series but that was canceled later on, and the idea has become dormant since.

Later on, my curiosity grew and I looked into the Lisa side of things more. I discovered Lisa the Pointless, Lisa the Hopeful, and then I started looking into other fan projects here too.

Why this pretext? Because that was the gateway into Lisa proper.

I only got Lisa the Painful and Lisa the Joyful after its definitive edition released. At this point, I was pretty well versed in Brad's story - his trauma and pain, the struggles he faces after, the Joy abuse to numb the pain - so when I saw the campfire scenes between Brad and the other party members, especially with members like Terry or Queen Rodger, Bo and Olan, it sparked something there that's for fucking sure.

And then I got to the secret boss.

I'm a dude thar enjoys reading into shit, looking deep at the meaning of written projects be it games, movies, books, etc - Lore is my god damn drug, to put it in a TL:DR.

Seeing this huge call back to Lisa the First, Seeing the symbolism of joy spiders worshipping a Blue Eclipse above Brad's childhood home, fighting the manifestation of Marty Armstrong and reading the deeper, personal stuff that's said afterwards

That song, too, towards the very end of the sequence, with the music that's reminiscent of s church choir singing as Brad's childhood self descends into the darkness

That's what truly sold me on Lisa.

I know everyone has mixed feelings on Lisa the Joyful of course, especially in the way it handled Buddy - Some people were fine with it, and others didn't like the way she became this bloodthirsty girl out to murder shit indiscriminately

I say fair enough honestly, Joyful was a bit of a slog to get through compared to Painful

HOWEVER

There were two things I still enjoyed about it:

One, Dustin. Dustin was and still is the goddest boy despite his own flaws, and I was upset it wasn't explored more before his untimely death. Buddy actually starting to care about him before it all went downhill was tragic in its own right

Two, the DE content. Again, a lot of people were still mixed on it, but personally I saw it as a better expansion into Buddy healing from her trauma, understanding that- while Brad certainly was in the wrong in the way he raised her, he still tried his best in a world that definitely wanted to exploit her in the most horrific ways imaginable.

I'm fine with her even mentioning Lisa cause let's all be real here, she's definitely at least heard of her through Brad in some way, shape or form, and the ending bit where he explains the dead flower to her only reinforces that for me.

The more supernatural side of things feel interesting too, cause maybe it's just me, but reading into things, The Flash always had this sort of supernatural spin to it - how Olathe got so fucked up, how time doesn't seem to be entirely right in some areas or how everything got all mountainous and the likes. Probably just headcanon stuff but fuck it, I enjoy the speculation.

AND NOW, THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR: LISA THE UNDONE.

So, with that context out of the way, I'll get into my proper thoughts with Lisa: The Undone.

Firstly, again I know not everyone will really agree with the ideas the Definitive Edition put out, especially in the case of Joyful with its Lisa the First callback and Buddy just slamming on Buzzo the way she does. That being said, I love the way Lisa the Undone tackles these ideas Joyful initially set our and explores them more.

The idea of Buddy being less hateful at first, just wanting to genuinely explore the weird and wacky world of Olathe despite its darkness is very welcome. With Dustin especially, this is only amplified.

A lot of the headcanoned and original stuff feel like they can fit right into the base Lisa games too honestly, and that's another thing I really appreciate about this fan gams

But the most important thing to me is the found family relationship between Dustin and Buddy, as well as the two other companions you can recruit.

Dustin is by no means perfect. This is undeniable enough given his actions in Painful and Joyful - He wants to do good, but it becomes a bit of a messiah complex especially for Buddy - who mind you, is only a pubescent kid during all of this shit. This is still translated well in this fan game, just less of a prominent character point - He still wants Buddy to have a good life and to be safe, but there's a clear struggle with seeing her as the Future of Olathe

And seeing her as just Buddy. Just Her.

And the fact that over the time, throughout the chapters, you see Dustin refer to her less as this important figure for the world and more as like a sibling, or just straight up family, that right there is what sells me on this.

Especially towards the end, where depending on your choices in the game, Buddy does eventually admit she can't help but care about people like Dustin.

That hits. That hits a good fucking bit.

And that's what I love to see in this. Sure, it may end with one of the two dying in part 2 of Undone, or depending on your actions it may end with tragedy for either of them

But the fact it works this found family dynamic so God damn well here, with how Buddy and Dustin care for each other AS that family despite Brad's own fuck-ups between the both of them.

Fuck man. It's good, and I hope this fandom explores it more here - especially with DE putting things into an interesting context too.

On a side note, God I also hope it explores DE's Warlord skills mechanics in the future, it's some god damn martial arts shit I love. Sure it may be Mega Man-esque bur god dammit the idea of Buddy learning and incorporating some ideas given from how each Warlord fights is SUCH a good idea and if there's ever a fan game that had Buddy exploring the greater world of Olathe, meeting the likes of Alex Churchland or Beltboy and shit like that, I wanna see her develop her own form of martial arts with or without the katana she's grown accustomed with god dammit.

God, I love Lisa. I love these games as much ad Undertale and Deltarune, and I need to write out some more shit for this series.

Thanks Austin Jorgensen you god damn mad man, and thanks to the Fandom for putting out such genuine bangers.

#lisa rpg #lisa the undone #lisa the painful #lisa the joyful #lisa the pointless #lisa the hopeful #average hyperfixation post

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larabiatasstuff · 7 months

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What would your favourite characters reaction be to you asking them you want to have a baby? Xxx

Thank you so much for the lovely question anon! This is just adorable 🖤

It's no secret Terry wants to have a family but he would give you all the time you need to make that decision. You are a hundred percent sure that Terry will be an amazing dad. So let's say you have a romantic evening, going out for dinner and going for a walk in the moonlight looking at the stars together, when you tell him that you're ready to start a family and that you want a baby. He would be the happiest man alive.Pulling you into his arms, tears in his eyes, kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

It would be a big decision to start a family with you and you know that, so you give him the time to do what he wants to do before you two settle down. One night when you're lying in bed, cuddling, talking about your future, you tell him that you want a baby with him. That would caught him a little off guard and he'd ask if you're being serious and if you assure him that you couldn't imagine a better man to be the father of your child, he'd be over the top. He'd immediately start talking about preparing the nursery, boy and girl names and of course he couldn't wait to try to get you pregnant.

As we know Max has massive boyish energy and wouldn't take many things seriously so you wouldn't even know when it's the right time to tell him that you want a baby .You have seen him with the kids of coworkers and friends so you know he would be a good dad. On a quiet night when you're at home watching TV you'd slowly reveal what your up to like "Don't you think that something's missing in our relationship?" and he'd just ask what you mean, a little scared you could break up with him cause he knows he can be much sometimes, but when you tell him that you want a baby he'd be at a loss for words. He'd start babbling if that's really what you want, talking about that maybe he's not ready for a family or that he doesn't know if he can be a good dad. And you would just pull him in your arms assuring him that you are a hundred percent sure that he will be the best dad ever and that everything will be amazing as long as you're together.

He's the happiest man since you both got together and he would always make sure you're as happy as he is with you . When you're both on a walk passing by some playing children you notice him watching with a smile. You know that deep inside of him he is ready to start a family but because of his past he thinks he doesn't deserve this he's also constantly wondering how he got so lucky to have you in his life. You both would end up having a break on a nearby bench, your head resting on his shoulder, holding his hand. You'd sit a few moments in silence before you look at him "You know babe I thought about something." you'd say. "And what would that be?" he'd ask a little nervousness in his voice. "We've been together for an eternity and I thought maybe we should make our luck complete." his eyes would go wide. "You mean..." he starts and you'd give him a warm smile. "Yes Cash I want to have a baby with you." he pull you into a very tight hug, placing kisses all over your face, telling you how happy that makes him, how much he loves you and that he does his best to care for his family.

Part two 🖤

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #kk3 #max parish #cash

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deafchild2000 · 29 days

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H2O Headcanons #29:

What if Rikki was Karl's granddaughter?

(This is for @opalsiren for her headcanon that Charlotte was Max's granddaughter as well.)

This would be crazy, right? Once upon a time ago, I did a post believing Julia was Rikki's grandmother, and oh, how the tables have turned since then. So, where to start: How did I come up with this?

(It all started when I got into contact with @misuutira for her Calamity AU and didn't hesitate to show her my headcanons to inspire her. We got to talking, definitely hit up WaterSpirit!Gracie tore Cleo in for her part in Charlotte being the "Bad Guy" and might have mutually agreed that Gracie would go after Rikki & make her regret messing with her granddaughter 😅. I won't say what she did, but Gracie called out her cruel & unnecessary behavior towards Charlotte vs her hypocrisy with Bella, and the next thing I knew, I threw out there that Gracie isn't surprised as it's expected of Rikki as she's Karl's granddaughter!... Needless to say, @misuutira loved the idea!)

And from there, what was just put out as dramatics became a deep dive into what would be a plot twist in the tail (pun intended!)

So, to get this out of the way, how or why would make Rikki - everyone's feisty mermaid - related to the man who nearly exposed her 50s predecessor work?

1. Admit it, we've all talked about who would be a fitting "grandchild" to the 50s characters! @Opalsiren pushed it by making Gracie & Max both Charlotte's grandparents (a nice theory but personally disagree with it). The parallel theme wouldn't be surprising if it was Zane being his grandson - but ultimately not following in his footsteps. And given Taryn Marler played Julia before coming in as Sophie Benjamin - any fanfiction writer worth their salts could have seen a potential plot there. So by that logic, the fandom had been playing it safe. But I, for one, push boundaries. If canon went out of its way to make the granddaughter of a former mermaid an antagonist, why can't one of the main protagonists be related to an antagonist?

2. Did anyone ever question the fact that looking back, Karl believed Julia when she told him her secret? Put some realism here: This was the 50s! It would make more cinematic sense that Karl would think she was crazy with her confession or just outright not believe her and the next scene where Julia revealed herself to him would flow better (but even that didn't). We can imagine that talk in many ways, but the main gist is that she told him and he believed her on the first try - got angry and insulted her, but still believed her. That's an incredibly important detail for someone only mentioned once! And yet, he tried to expose her and while we know he was thwarted, are we supposed to believe nothing came of the only other guy outside of Max Hamilton that knew about mermaids?

Now, here's why Rikki being his granddaughter makes sense (with many dashes of irony).

There's a lack of information about Rikki's family other than her father, Terry. While some people believe that Rikki's mother left and is better off without her, there is no mention of her extended family from either her parents' side, which could imply that Rikki wants to keep her family matters private or simply doesn't know much about them. This poses an interesting question: how did Karl, who was presumably from a wealthy family, end up with a granddaughter living in a trailer park? I theorize that Karl's obsession with mermaids might hold the key to this mystery. It's hard to believe that someone like Karl would find out about mermaids and just leave Julia alone after one attempt. I even wager Karl might have posed a threat to Mako Island and that Julia took action (personal and for the sake of the Secret) to protect it. As a result, Karl was disowned and humiliated by his proud and prominent family and left town. Sometime after this, Karl had a child, who could be either Terry or Rikki's mom, but they cut all ties with him, Rikki would never be told about Karl or his obsession with mermaids because they thought he was crazy and mermaids didn't exist.

And then, there's the personality flaws. Karl believed Julia was a mermaid (and Julia exposing herself just sealed away any lingering doubts) and Rikki becomes a mermaid and immediately takes to it. Next, they are distrustful. This follows Karl as he had Julia's trust (she let him in) and betrayed her and whatever followed caused his life to go downhill and likely left him a guarded and mistrustful man from his experiences. Rikki has always had trust issues, even when she learned to be open with her friends, regardless of personal issues or whoever came close to the Secret. Despite the fact Charlotte had many reasons to know about mermaids and Gracie being one, she openly rejected the idea - especially Charlotte being one - listening to Louise's words that there are only supposed to be three mermaids. Any mature fan of H2O likely recognizes the girls were just as much to blame for Charlotte going rogue as Charlotte getting a superiority complex about being a mermaid (stemming from their treatment of her). Rikki was the only one refusing to try to get to know her and enabled seeing her as the villain of the story when her actions - ironically betraying the rebel idea of trying something new - also caused Charlotte's downfall. And lastly is the hypocrisy Karl and Rikki share. Karl was angry with Julia for not trusting him with her Secret (for good reason in the end), yet came around only when it fit his needs and wants. With Rikki, I bring up Charlotte again - notably the volleyball game. While already displeased with Charlotte being a mermaid and having Cleo's powers - it wasn't until Charlotte made herself useful in their plight to not fail P.E. and helped them win beach volleyball (working together) that Rikki began to come around to her...until Charlotte revealed she had all their powers, to which the momentary sense of camaraderie went down the drain and Rikki upped her antagonism towards her. Let me reiterate: Rikki liked Charlotte as long as she was useful. I'd even extend it to Bella Hartley, how after Charlotte and Emma were gone, she let her inside, and given that she was an outlier with her issues and there was a space to fill, there were no problems outside Will. Lastly, Karl wanted to use Julia for greed and ambition, and Rikki - having always aspired to rise above her living situation - in a similar vein, turned her Secret into a lucrative diving/treasure-hunting career that brought her fame and attention.

Perhaps the redeeming quality is that after the pain Karl caused Julia, and for how Rikki grew up to end up in her shoes and loves her tail, she's placed in the best position to be one of Mako's protectors and to understand the value of being a mermaid - and the costs that come with it. But let's be honest, if this was canon, Rikki would not be okay with the revelation as - compared to Charlotte - her familial connection to Mako Island and mermaids is conflicting as knowing she's directly related to the man who once hurt Julia (her counterpart) and a threat to the very Secret she loved.

So at best, Rikki's flaws are the worst traits she got from Karl as his granddaughter while spiritually taking after Julia (with room for improvement) is what saves her from turning out like him.

#h2o just add water #rikki chadwick #cleo sertori #emma gilbert #bella hartley #charlotte watsford #gracie watsford #louise chatham #h2o just add water karl

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