Monster F-er Anon With Some Smut (For Our Sexy Bushy Eyebrow Husband)

Mortal Kombat Masterlist (Updated)

Warning: I wrote a lot with Shang Tsung and Baraka. Also heavily features Medusa!Reader.

Old Era:

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung I

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung II

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung Aftermath

Shang Tsung's Death

Medusa!Reader Intro Walk, Friendship, Fatalities, etc

Medusa!Reader Intros I

Medusa!Reader Intros II

Revenant Reader x Shang Tsung

Some NSFW Headcannon with Shang Tsung with Medusa!Reader

Snake in the Garden

New Era:

The Masked Medicine Woman

Medusa!Reader Story Mode I

Medusa!Reader Story Mode II

Medusa!Reader Story Mode III

Medusa!Reader Story Mode IV

Medusa!Reader Story Mode V

Medusa!Reader Story Mode VI

Medusa!Reader Story Mode VII

Medusa!Reader! Story Mode VIII

Medusa!Reader Story Mode IX

Medusa!Reader Story Mode X

Medusa!Reader Story Mode XI

Medusa!Reader Story Mode XII

Medusa!Reader Story Mode Ending

Medusa!Reader and Syzoth Platonic Headcannons

Shedding Season (Featuring Platonic Syzoth)

Holiday Fun🎄

Thanksgiving🦃

Peeping Tom 😳😳😳

Medusa!Reader Loves Chocolate

What If feat.Medusa!Reader I

What If feat.Medusa!Reader II

What If Feat. Medusa!Reader III

Why Baraka?

Some NSFW H/Cs between Medusa!Reader and Baraka

When Baraka saw You grow Wings

ANGST WITH BARAKA AND MEDUSA!READER

Medusa!Reader Eating

MK1 Intros I

Mk1 Intros II

MK1 Intros III

Pet Store

Valentines Day with Shang Tsung💕💕💕

Mk11 Scorpion with shy s/o

One Night (Baraka x Medusa!Reader)

NSFW Shang Tsung HCs

MK1 Kitana x Female Reader

"The Voice" Fujin x Reader

You're Beautiful (Mk1 Shang Tsung x Medusa!Reader)

𓇢𓆸𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠⭑.ᐟ

Hello! Since I already made the Moodboards of the sexy Dilfs, now I bring you the Moodboards of our sexy boys along with their names so you can get to know them a little better ;)

༘⋆Yandere Rival Oc Link

╰┈➤ Dariel Lucian Campbell

༘⋆Yandere Toxic Ex-boyfriend Link

╰┈➤ Shion Castiel Winchester

༘⋆Yandere Jock Boyfriend Link

╰┈➤ Brady "Brad" Albert Johnson

༘⋆ Yandere Childhood Friend Link

╰┈➤ Oliver "Oli" Benjamin Smith

I really have a type 👀

(Handsome men with long white/blonde hair🧝🏻‍♂️😏)

john price would trap you with a baby. no questions asked. he knew the years were catching up to him. he knew that wouldn't be much longer before he couldn't pass on the price genes.

he felt bad when he masturbated, felt like he was wasting his boys. spurts of hot cum down his large shaft wishing that it was inside a pretty little things smaller cunt. his hand was too rough even with lubrication. he needed something with supple flesh that he could sink his teeth into and a wet pussy to stuff full. he wanted to feel himself impregnating someone.

that was where you came in.

you felt amazing, sex with you was something else. the way you were like a bunny when you rode his cock. you bounced on him, not slowing down until he wrung at least three orgasms out of you. he found it endearing that you could take him. and while cowgirl was fun and missionary felt classic.

if price wanted to get you pregnant then, he knew that doggy style would be the best course of action. sadly, that position was a little more difficult given your size difference. price the bear and his little cub, those weren't just terms of endearment. he was burly, hairy, but you were so much shorter that he couldn't easily slip into you. but things could always be modified.

he smothered you under him as you laid on the bed with your legs spread and price was on top of you with his cock invading your slick entrance. the feeling was different and the weight on top of you only added to the pleasure.

his mind was focused, as he worked himself into you. he slid in easily, little resistance from you. your pussy was greedy for him, not that price could blame you. you were just so perfect for him. he shaped you into the perfect thing for him. you were his angel, the sweetest fruit, the woman he wanted to carry his child. if you liked it or not.

thoughts of you dark puffy nipples, the waddle in your step, the complaints of back pain. how your body changed because of him, he marked you in a way that no other man could. price boys grew strong and were a handful both in the womb and out. hungry boys too, but price would happily massage your fat tits to make sure there was more than enough milk for his boys. might have a little taste himself, see what all the fuss was. the heavy milk on his tongue as he fucked his pretty wife.

no need to go out and find a job. price's got enough to make sure that your wallet and your womb were packed full. no need to worry your little head, just make sure the babies are taken care of and price will do all the thinking in the relationship. he knew your dream was to see your diploma on the wall, but he thought that a family photo would be much better.

hard to complete your degree when your pregnant belly doesn't fit in the lecture hall seat or it was feeding time for john jr. there was nowhere for you to nurse his hefty son and you'd in the end miss too much class because price would be keeping you at home to start on the next one.

"that's it, doll. that's my girl. she suckin' me right in. she know what she wants and she's takin' it. made just for, huh, petal?" he growled as he pressed into you further, his cock didn't slip out. he fucked you feverishly.

he felt you tremble as you came not once, but twice, back to back. price continued to fuck you, ruin your pretty little folds and let him feel as much as he could of your sweet sex. you felt amazing, only pussy price would want. he fucked you roughly with his hands pressed into the covers on either side of your head. you were too blissed out by the time he finished inside of you that you didn't even ask for him to pull out.

a good wife took every drop.

he soon after pulled his cock out, the sight of his cum sticking to your slick pussy lips with most of his seed inside of you. made his cock peek at attention once more. "there she is." he purred, "messy girl." he tipped your hips up and held them in his large hands. he dipped between your legs and played with your pussy. something to distract you while his cum slid into the back of your pussy.

now be good, and get pregnant <3

a/n: i don't know what came over me... i'm sorry

my woman

capt. john price

cw: ex husband!price, jealousy, possessive behaviour, breeding, dark-ish themes, baby trapping, dark!john, proceed with caution!!

bunny says: happy birthday to me <3

you couldn't take it anymore. the stress of his job, the lonely nights, the distance was all too much for you. it broke you honestly, you couldn't be that woman for him. the idea of him coming home in a box made you overwhelmed at times.

price understood, he didn't even try to push against the divorce. but that didn't mean that he left you alone. if anything he pushed himself further into your life. that charming smile and those blue eyes, his hearty laugh and his rumble of a voice.

"c'mon, love. who's been over?" he said while standing at your front door. he stood a good head over you, he was broad as well. his eyes were cold as he asked again, "who's been over, lovie?"

you swallowed, "my sister she came over to see how i was doin'. plus, we're not married anymore, i can have whoever i want over."

price looked at you, "i pay for this place, technically i can decide who comes in and who leaves." he brushed past you and walked into the flat. hands in his jeans as he looked around.

you knew you couldn't physically kick him out, it was like an ant pushing a boulder! you stayed far back from him with your arms crossed, "john, get out."

he peeked into the kitchen before he walked in and said, "don't think so, love. i have to make sure that my girl is behavin'." he opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk, "oat milk drinker, now?"

your throat tightened, "i had a friend over."

price looked at the carton, "must've been over a lot, or used a lot of milk." he shook the carton, "almost empty."

your stomach flipped. after your divorce you had met a lovely man who worked stable hours and had a winning smile. but price didn't need to know that.

"you bringin' men into my home, fuckin' them on sheets i bought. you whorin' yourself out now, love?" his voice was laced with venom as he put the carton down, "everything you are, i made. from your rank when you were servin' to the home you live in." he got closer to you.

you swallowed, "john, leave."

"no, no." he closed the gap between you two. he took you by the wrists and leaned in, "no woman of mine is gonna be a cheap fuckin' slag."

"i'm not your woman, your girl or your wife."

"then maybe i didn't fight hard enough to keep ya."

your stomach flipped once more. there was something about price that broke your resolve. even after all the pain and heartbreak, he was your husband. so when he kissed you, you didn't push him away.

he picked you up with relative ease, you wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct for fear that he'd drop you. he put you down with a bit of force onto the recliner he loved so.

your face felt heated as you were about to let your ex-husband fuck you.

"my girl on my chair." he chuckled. he remembered the nights where he'd have a beer and watch the football game while you were in between his legs like an obedient little puppy.

he watched you strip of your clothes, his larger hands helped you as you struggled to get out of your sweatpants. poor girl, always needs a mans help. price knew that your limp dicked new man couldn't help the way he could.

he loved the sight of your nude, all the curves and dips. the wetness of your cunt that gleamed in the light of the room. he got his cock out of his jeans and stroked it.

"remember this, love?" he smiled down at you, "i know you're pretty familiar with it." he chuckled, you spread your legs for him like a good wife. he reached over with his free hand and ruffled your hair.

"please, john." you moaned.

he chuckled, "impatient girl, bet ya touched yourself thinkin' of me and lied to your new man about it. bet ya told him that you were more than happy to suck his limp cock. nothin' like mine, eh?"

you looked at him, "there's nothing i could find or buy that felt like you."

he laughed, a full hearty laugh then met your gaze once more, "good." he said, "i'm glad i ruined that pussy of yours. because you're my wife and this is the only cock you'll need." then leaned over you and pushed his cock into you.

you choked out a gasp at the fullness you felt. you could feel it in your stomach. you gripped onto the armrests of the seat as you tried to regain the air in your lungs.

your pussy felt like heaven to him.

the sex was brutal, your sweaty back got stuck to the leather as he held your hips and battered your sweet cunt. he liked the idea that he ruined you for other men, that no one else could make you feel the way he did.

"do you see now." he said, "we're meant to be."

you looked away, "john, please." you felt the warmth pool in your gut. he took you by the jaw and pulled you into a kiss as he continued to move against you.

"you're my heart and soul, baby girl." his voice was low and erotic, "made just for me." he wanted to get it through to you that you were meant to be with him. arousal shot through him at the idea, the best way he could make sure that the two of you would be tied together.

it fueled him to push his cock as deep as it could go. his heavy balls hit against your ass as he fucked you without abandon. your sweet moans filled his head and he could feel his grey t-shirt grow hot with sweat.

he didn't worry, next round he'd get undressed fully. for now your sweet slick would ruin the denim of his jeans. he gazed at the expressions on your face as you closed your eyes.

"that's it."

"please, john. fuck, pull out." you whined.

"can't do that, love. you're keeping me in ya. you want this too. keep a little reminder on me in ya when you call that fuckin' prick of yours to break up."

"i'm not breaking up with him." you trembled in an attempt to gain some kind of control

he grabbed you by the hair and made you look at him. his chuckled lowly, "cute, love. but no, you're going to sit there with my cum in your cunt as you call that fuckin' prick to tell him to leave you alone. or better yet, you keep my cock nice and cozy inside ya when you call."

you swallowed and whimpered, "please, john."

he gave you a rough kiss on the cheek, his facial hair was scratchy against your soft, sweaty skin, "it's either that, or he won't be walkin' ever again. i'd suggest you take the more merciful option." he let go of your hair and quickened his pace.

you squeezed your eyes shut once more and it wasn't long before orgasm pulled you under. your slick cunt gripped his cock as the euphoria rushed through you.

price was pleased with himself as a pathetic noise left your lips. he gave a few more hearty thrusts before he finished. his noises were lower, darker and deeper than yours.

"good girl." he said, "lettin' your man do what needs to do to keep this together." he pushed strands of hair out of your face, his cock still hard in you, "see, you can listen. you can behave."

"john." you whined.

he patted your cheek lovingly, "shh, not now. let it happen." his voice was so calm and cool. the tonal whiplash made your head feel murky.

why did you leave him anyway?

he then grabbed you by the hair and brought you down onto the expensive carpet. he took off he shirt while you were on your shaky hands and knees. he knew your pulse was racing.

"don't worry baby girl." he said as he kissed your sweaty back, "just gotta go a few more times... until it takes."

-

while re-marriage wasn't common, being mrs. price was your rightful title. especially now that your little girl was born. price got you a nice house on a piece of land out in the country. you could raise your little family in peace.

"c'mon honey." you cooed at your toddler as she tried to stand on shaky legs, "go see daddy." there was such tenderness in your voice.

who would've thought a nice house and a cute little babe would've fixed ya right up!

price watched you try to teach your little girl how to walk on the grass. your hands held her smaller ones. price smiled at the rim of his teacup. for a moment he thought he lost you, but there's no worries now. you were his and next time he wouldn't let you leave. <3

Question!

So as I was reading the sugar daddy mood board, which is great by the way, I am a little confused about him and just wanted a little clarification

He likes to annoy reader, but hates seeing her sad…so how does that work?

I feel like if someone likes to annoy me on purpose, then I’d just start to get distant and sad cause I know that interacting with them is going to make me upset

Sorry. I’m still a little confused on aspects of his character

Hi dear anon!

Well regarding this I mean that he likes to bother reader in the "playful" aspect (or what he considers funny), you know pinching her (not painfully) when she passes by him , spanking him on the bottom, contradicting her, sending her dirty messages (that bother reader), all those things bother reader, honestly everything related to Raymond bothers reader (except his kids of course) she just makes this face when she sees him "🙄😒"

Eternity // Marcus x Reader.

Fandom: Twilight.

Prompt: “I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Trope: Second Chance Romance + Reincarnated lovers.

Pairing: Marcus x Reincarnation! Reader.

Warnings: none.

A/N: I did it! I finally finished Fictober! And it happened before the year was over so I’m counting it as a win, okay?

He’d been loved once.

Though it may have been hard to believe, it was true.

Long, long ago Marcus had a love that was truer then love, eternity hidden within his darling’s lips, revealed only in the way she laughed and whispered his name, in the way she kissed him. And now? Now all he had left were the distant memories of her, closing his eyes to dream of her once more. Sometimes it was fleeting, something he could not catch. The faint touch of her hand on his, a murmured whisper, things only his heart used to know.

And sometimes it was so real that it became a trace, Marcus losing himself again and again within dream of her…

But he always woke up.

Always.

And every day he lived without her and for nothing, the ghost of love hanging over him.

It was his greatest sin, failing his love in such a way. All of his promises, his vows, had they meant nothing? Had they truly mattered in the end? We all have out crosses to bear and our chains to burden us in life and in death. His was something of everything, neither living nor dying but rather...existing. Lingering. Knowing that he could never live again, love again, nor could he ever right such a wrong.

And he felt it even in the sweeter dreams, the heartbreak heavy upon him, he felt her even now.

Until you appeared.

It was like a dream, something he’d never thought he’d have again. No more then a newborn, you’d been brought to the Volturi with your coven after a rather nasty affair, Aro quite furious about the matter. It was there that he saw you, glittering in the light on the sun and looking at him with a strangeness, an almost dreamy expression upon your face. Marcus was drawn to you in a way he could describe, abandoning this throne and ignoring everything other then you.

“I know you,” you whispered, touching his face softly.

And he knew that touch, falling into it the way he always had.

It was a different hand and another face, but the same heart, oh, he knew you at once! Was it only a dream Or had his love returned to him again?

Ignoring everything else, Marcus stole you away into the sunlight, smiling as he hurried through the garden with you. But you did not question it at all, walking the path as though you had a million times before. You looked over it all with rose red eyes, reaching out to pluck a flower from the thousands and Marcus brought you to a place he knew so well. He was trembling, hands shaking as he fumbled for the key he kept round his neck, hung by a ribbon of scarlet silk. As he did, your hand reached to the ivy-smothered wall, finding exactly what you had not known you were looking for. The door had not been opened for ages, Marcus turning the key quickly and revealing the secrets within.

Ages had passed here and the garden had grown wild, smothered with weeds and tangled ivy. And yet the flowers remained, anemone and bleeding hearts and roses, always roses.

How you had loved the roses…

They had taken over the tree now, blood red blooming against the pale trunk and thorns glittering black and cruel. A silver swing still hung from a low branch and you reach out to touch the ropes softly...you had been here before, hadn’t you? Sitting right here, just as you were now, swaying in the sunlight, spinning, laughing.

He had been here too.

Here with you, laughing and chasing you through the roses, lips on your neck and glitter in your eye. Without knowing it you moved, sitting on the swing and looking up into the sky through half-lidded eyes.

And he had joined you, kissing your neck once more and smiling as you sighed.

“Something just like this...”

You did not know why you said it. It was something that had lingered in your mind even as a human, more of a promise then a phrase.

Once, you had believed, once someone had told you such a thing. That had promised it, everything and anything, and you had known it to be true, dreaming of your happily ever after and then...than what? The dreams always faded into confusion and terror, a nightmare so brutal that you had never been able to make any sense of it. Pain. Terror. Betrayal. But that did not matter now, not when he whispered so sweetly in your ear, his voice like honey and starlight as he promised you everything and anything all over again.

“Please,” he begged. “Anything you want, please just don’t leave me...”

At once you turned to him, nearly falling into his arms. But Marcus caught you easily, just as he always had, pulling you into him and holding you close. It felt perfect just like this, everything falling into place once more.

“Don’t you understand?” you asked. “I never wished to leave you, never...I’ve been trying to make my way to you ever since.”

“I’ve been here! Right here, I have been waiting for you...I was so alone, my love...”

“I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Waiting no longer, Marcus kissed you sweetly, falling into you once more. Any doubt vanished when your lips met his, love devouring him sweetly. It was the same as it had ever been, gentle and soft and so much like you. Marcus forgot himself, falling back into the tangled grass and pulling you along with him. You laughed into his lips, hands playing with dark curls, as you kissed him again and again. For hours you lay there, without care for anything else until you were disturbed.

“Brother?”

Aro’s cool voice cut through the laughter, Marcus rising up with bright eyes and flower petals in his hair. He was confused, clearly, looking between you both and attempting to make sense of the matter.

“Don’t you see?” Marcus asked.

Reaching out, you took Aro’s hand happily, laying on Marcus’s chest. At once memories flooded from your mind to his own, the king desperately searching your mind for answers and finding things he had nearly forgotten.

His mother’s voice, much like his own, singing a soft lullaby as a small child whimpered, storms ravaging the sky.

A girl calling his name, delighted over him.

Laughter and music swelling, figures dancing gracefully.

That same lullaby, sung by a man as a woman whimpered in pain, knowing that a moment of pain would be worth an eternity of love...but she had still been scared and he had still sang to her.

A frightened, dying whisper upon her lips, something so faint that it could no longer be heard...but he knew. He knew it well. Even if you did not remember, he did, shivering as the memories, that final memory, filled him coldly.

“Aro...”

Snapping out of his trance, the king forced himself to smile at the both of you, Marcus holding you close and as you looked up at him. Once upon a time, he’d been your brother and now...he did not know what this was, what strange magic this could be. But it was true, the proof was in your mind, and he comforted himself with the fact that you only claimed bits and pieces of it all.

“Welcome home, sister.”

Marcus was nothing but joy as you took your hand and returned home once again, already talking of your quarters in the tower and new dresses and everything else.

How happy he was! What a joyous occasion!

Laughter filled the castle, Marcus chasing you through the light of the fading sun.

But you did not run far and he caught you easily, pulling you back into his arms as you called him name sweetly, just as you’d done in his dreams.

“Marcus!”

There was nothing else now, nothing but you and this light, this love. He had come alive again, like roses after a long winter...never again would he lose you. Knowing now what that loss was like, he could not bear it again. And he never would, kissing you once more and knowing it now...

He was not alone, not anymore.

And he was loved.

Vinny Hong Uses You for Stamina Practice

Pairing: Vinny Hong x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, marathon sex, cum marking, hand-prints, ass slapping, hair-pulling

A/N: With all these webtoons and manhwa getting anime adaptations I really hope Windbreaker gets one too.

If you were to ask him he would tell you that he doesn't need stamina practice

Yet he still uses it for excuse to have lots of sex with you

Knows you see right through him

But you don't do anything to stop it because it's a little hard to focus on words when he's plowing into your pussy from behind and telling you how good you are at taking his cock

Don't bury your head into the pillow because he will pull your hair to make you scream even louder

You must never, ever hide your pleasure from him

Vinny is a proud guy so naturally he wants to know when he's making you feel nice

Having your pussy constantly trembling around his cock isn't enough

Being vocal is the key with him, praise is the key with him

And punishment if you don't do as he says

Cum marking isn't the only way he likes to mark you

But slapping your ass makes it harder for you to go on rides with him the next day so he tries to avoid it

That being said he does enjoy seeing his hand prints on your ass when you misbehave

Reunion (Terry Silver)

TW- just a general warning for sex-ish things, lowkey body worship; nothing crazy kinky like some of my other content. Very tender and intimate vibes and yeah I got emotional writing it

Summary- You and Terry spend a night together in the bath after a long time apart.

Did I manage to publish the first post-CK Part 2 Terry Silver bathtub fic?? I may make some minor changes to this in the future, but I hope y'all enjoy <3

Y/N sunk into the foamy water and onto Terry’s lap, settling into his arms. The air around them was heavy with the steam of the bath, the sweet scent of soap and the lit candles dotted around the perimeter of the room, and the smoke smoldering from Terry’s cigar, resting in a nearby ashtray.

After a very stressful and busy few weeks, during which they’d seen a lot less of each other than usual, this was an attempt to make up for it. Both of their schedules had been cleared, starting with the current Friday evening, and extending through the weekend.

It was almost overwhelming to be in his arms again, and it was a relief for him to be able to hold her. For a while, neither one of them said anything, apart from Terry checking with Y/N that the water wasn’t too hot. Intermittently sipping from the drinks Terry had ordered for them, they merely studied each other, as if getting reacquainted, mutually entranced by the way the dim and flickering lighting of the room bounced off the exposed surfaces of the water and reflected patterns on their skin.

Y/N reached out a hand to cradle the side of Terry’s face, and their eyes met as he placed his own hand over hers, expression stoic, but melting into her gentle touch. She toyed almost shyly with the charm at the end of his chain necklace, ghosting her fingertips over his firm chest and the shimmery dusting of white hair.

Most of the time, Terry was not opposed to (and actively encouraged) drawing out the tension and elaborate foreplay, but tonight he needed Y/N as close as he could get her and now. Terry was almost harsh as he took the sides of her face in both his hands, pulling her to him in a passionate kiss. He dove hungrily into her mouth with his tongue, removing his grip on her face to pull her flush against him.

“I go crazy when you’re not around, sweet girl,” he murmured against her ear. As she gasped for air, he realized he’d hardly let her breathe between kisses.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, figuring he’d let her catch her breath while he laved kisses and bites down her neck and collarbone- although it merely took her breath away in a different manner. He froze, awaiting her reply. He needed to hear her say it. “Tell me that you missed me.”

She grinned sweetly, giggling in bemusement. “How couldn’t I, you fool?”

Anyone else spoke like that to him and they would catch hands- knowing this, she only abused the power and teased him occasionally. But, in this particular instance, she could see that this was no teasing matter and that his hunger for her to fulfill his request remained unabated.

She pressed her lips to his gently. “I missed you.”

She kissed one side of his face- “I missed you,” and then the other. “I missed you.”

She kissed the tip of his chin. “I missed you.”

She stretched to brush his forehead with her lips. “I missed you.”

No one had ever treated Terry so softly before- the sensation was so foreign and intense that it was almost painful, churning in the pit of his stomach, mixed with the alternately familiar pulse of desire.

The thoughtful silence was interrupted by the turning of the bathroom doorknob as one of the home’s many employees stepped in. “Mr. Silver, you just got a call about…”

Y/N froze, letting out a surprised cry, even while being halfway concealed under the water with her back to the doorway. Normally, Terry would find this sort of modesty amusing, and he certainly didn’t care whether he was seen in such a state, but for her comfort, he’d made it a rule among the staff to never enter the bathroom or bedroom when he and Y/N were spending time together. Terry threw an arm around her, pressing her to him protectively.

“What the hell are you doing in here? I’ve told you, absolutely no interruptions when she and I are in here together. Get the fuck out, now,” he bellowed, and after a few more sputtered words, the man stumbled over the threshold and closed the door, his rushed footsteps disappearing down the hall.

“That motherfucker’s seen his last day working in this house…” Terry growled as Y/N finally relaxed her shoulders, peeling herself far enough off of him to face him.

“Baby, now don’t do that…” She grabbed the bottle of soap from the side of the bath, spreading some on her hands and rubbing his shoulders soothingly.

After a minute or so of fuming, downing the rest of his drink as he kneaded her hip with his free hand, Terry finally relented, giving into her touch. Though he was still aching to take her fast and rough, curiosity got the better of him and he watched with reverent, rapt fascination as Y/N spread the soap across his shoulders and then his arms, before smoothing it across his chest and delving her fingers under the water to reach his stomach.

She finished the ritual by scooping handfuls of water over his soapy skin, acting completely oblivious to the way his cock had started to prod against her center- apart from the blush that tinted her cheeks. Eager to return the favor, Terry turned her so that he could caress the expanse of her back, tracing the path of her freckles. He coaxed her to lay back against him and began to brush his fingers over her nipples, pinching them just hard enough to draw a whimper from her lips before taking her breasts fully into his hands and kneading them.

One at a time, he extended her arms above her head, dragging his touch up the side of her body from her waist to her wrist as he did so. The gesture left her shaking and panting in his grip, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, maneuvering her forward in his lap again and resourcefully using his empty drink glass to pour water over her hair.

“You know, it’s the fucking tragedy of my life that I found you so late,” he murmured, lathering and then rinsing the shampoo from her hair, and she was grateful that he couldn’t see her eyes glisten. She would likely spend most of her life without him, too. But she also had the rest of her life to contemplate that, and the present moment demanded her attention, lest she regret it forever.

Feeling daring, she reached up to gently tug the ponytail holder from the back of Terry’s head. Though his posture tensed and his jaw stiffened, to her surprise, he did not intervene. He liked to be the one doing the touching; he typically didn’t like to be touched- especially to have his hair messed with. But this had started as an evening of returning favors.

She dampened his silver curls, threading her fingers through them, until the tenderness of the situation finally became too much for him to stand. He lunged at her, pinning her to the side of the tub and caging her in with an arm on either side of her.

“We’d better start making up for lost time.”

Dark! Sauron X Celebrimbor's Daughter! Reader

You slowly raise the dagger ready to strike Annatar down with it, not caring for the consequences of such actions.

Before you could even pierce his skin with it, he turned around in his bed, caught the hand holding the dagger, causing you to drop the candle on the floor, ending its dimming light, leaving you with Sauron in the darkness.

After forcing you onto your back, and getting on top of your body, he disarms you of your weapon, throwing the dagger across the chamber.

"Who are you really, Annatar? Speak the truth!" you exclaim, trying to remove yourself from under him but fail.

The light moon's reflection shines down on both of you, showing the vulnerable state you are in.

"I suppose you are not easy to manipulate like your foolish father"

Sauron's cunning smirk sends shivers down your spine, as he leans closer to your face.

His left hand wraps itself around your neck gently.

"I'm Sauron..."

Suddenly, his hand tightened around your neck, causing you discomfort.

"And I have a lot of future plans with you by my side, my dear."

Your heart rate raises as you stare directly into his eyes with contempt and wariness.

"I will expose you!" you say, making Sauron chuckle softly.

Before softly placing his hands on your stomach, causing you confusion.

"What are you going to say? Father, the Lord of the Gifts who took my virginity and impregnated me is Sauron, imagine the shame and humiliation"

Part 2