#steamy sex

[mimilind]

4. Control

Summary: What could have been, if Galadriel chose differently on the raft with Halbrand.

Part 4 of Perfect Balance of Darkness and Light.

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Pairing: Galadriel x Halbrand

Rating: M

Chapter Word Count: 2400

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Galadriel just accepted his offer. Halbrand intends to take things slowly in the relationship and not scare her, but she decides to show him just how experienced she is.

M-rated for spiciness. ;) Other tags/warnings: implied past Sauron/Melkor

4. Control

She had said yes! He could hardly believe it was true. She was so pure, so obsessed with fighting evil – yet she had agreed to rule with him. To balance his darkness with her light.

He imagined what they could achieve together as king and queen and was filled with a thrill of excitement. With an elvish captain as wife, no realm would be closed – and even if someone tried to oppose him, Galadriel’s and his joint power would be impossible to resist. Especially when they had finished making the rings.

As he took her hand, meeting the gaze in those impossibly blue eyes, another kind of excitement began to build up within. Her long, blonde curls spilled down her back and her cheeks glowed pink, enhancing her natural beauty. She wore a jade green dress with gold seams and it clung to her shapely curves.

He knew how elves wed – that physical intimacy was all it took to create a bond – and now he began to look forward to that part of their relationship as well. 

Drawing her close, he murmured. “You are so beautiful. I need you.”

“And I you.” Her voice was breathless as she turned her face up invitingly.

He restrained a sudden burst of desire pouring into his body, making him want to throw her to the ground and take her with furious abandon right there on the path. Not for the first time he reflected over how much the body he occupied was controlled by animal instincts and urges, and how hard it was to curb those needs.

Instead of yielding, he kissed her gently, careful not to scare her.

Her lips were deliciously soft as she responded and she turned out to be a surprisingly good kisser. Currents of lust spread through him as his human senses were overwhelmed by her intoxicating scent and taste. 

Far too soon she broke the kiss; someone was talking nearby and she probably feared exposure. Elves were amusingly proper about such things.

“Worried over your reputation?” he teased.

“No.”

“Good. Don’t be.” Sitting on a bench by the river, he placed her on his lap. “I want everyone to know you are mine.” Then he claimed her lips again, and much as he tried he couldn’t quite hold back his need this time.

Blood rushed downwards and his pants quickly became too tight for comfort. He hoped Galadriel wouldn’t notice. Perhaps she didn’t know what the hardness was?

This must all be so new and strange to her, but damn, it was not easy to take it slowly! He wished he could rip her clothes in shreds and expose her body; those perfect breasts he had seen glimpses of through her wet dress on the raft and the more mysterious part between her long legs. He wanted to see whether elf maids really were as smooth and unblemished as they said.

Though it probably was too soon, he trailed his fingers upwards until he reached a breast. As he had imagined, it fit his hand perfectly when he cupped it. He brushed over the nipple with his thumb.

At his intimate touch, Galadriel drew in her breath in a light gasp, and he regretted his haste. Was he an adolescent boy or an ancient Maia? This lack of control was beneath him.

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Galadriel sat astride Halbrand’s legs, his fingers exploring her curves over the silk of her dress as he kissed her with unrestrained fervor. She was taken over by emotions she had not expected to feel again.

Passion. Desire. Need.

When she thought he was a mortal man she had regarded him as a friend, but knowing who he really was somehow changed her view of him completely. He was a Maia, older than time itself, immensely powerful – and she wanted him. 

She had believed that part of her had died with her husband, that she could never feel like this for anyone again. Yet here she was, heart beating fast, her body on fire, wishing Halbrand would rip her clothes off and take her without delay. 

It was as if the centuries of celibacy had created an immense reservoir of dammed up lust that could be unlocked by another key like Adar’s – piercing deep.

He stroked her nipple and she gasped expectantly. That made him stop, swiftly pulling back – as if he was afraid to hurt her.

It struck her he couldn’t know she was a widow, she had never mentioned it. He must think she was untouched.

The thought amused her. If only he knew… 

Well, time to show Halbrand a new side of herself. Grinning impishly, she jumped down from his lap and took his hand, pulling him with her. “Come, I want to show you my lodgings.”

A bit smugly she noticed his cheeks were unusually flushed and that he sounded rather out of breath as he replied: “If you wish.”

When they neared the buildings, she dropped his hand; in time she would tell others about their relationship but it was best to wait until there was no turning back. She knew Elrond would try to talk her out of it, and the king probably would as well. 

But this was her decision to make. She had agreed to be Halbrand’s queen – Sauron’s queen – and she would not back out. Together they could heal Middle-earth, he had said so and she believed him. Darkness and light in perfect harmony. 

She closed the door behind them a bit hurriedly when they arrived, losing no time to wrap her arms around him and resume the broken kiss. 

He was still holding back but she had no patience for that; she wanted his unrestrained passion. An untamed force. Somehow she must lure the tiger out of his den.

It was probably best to be blunt, her usual approach. 

“Halbrand. There is no need to be careful with me; I am not as innocent as you think.”

“No?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I was married before the war. He never returned.”

His eyes became a bit wary. “I am sorry.”

She couldn’t tell whether he apologized for his part in that war or if it was more of a general condoleance, but it didn’t matter. The past was in the past. This was now – a new beginning.

“It was a long time ago.” Then she repeated: “There is no need to be careful. Your ardor does not frighten me.”

His grip on her waist tightened. “Are you certain?” His eyes didn’t look wary anymore; if anything, she would say they had a dangerous gleam.

She felt an excited thrill. “I am.”

No more had the words left her mouth before Halbrand had pushed her back against the wall, his lips suddenly voracious as he kissed her in a completely different way. The hesitation and restraint was gone and his strong arms and tall frame trapped her, making it impossible to do anything but yield.

The Valar help her, she both loved and hated it. 

“Was he good?” he rasped in her ear, biting her earlobe lightly. 

“Are you jealous?” She let her fingers range across his wide shoulders. His muscles rippled under them.

“Yes.” He pressed his hardness against her. “I want you to be mine. Only mine.”

She was a bit surprised that he would admit it so freely, but she supposed that was how he was. He had never lied to her, never openly deceived her.

“He was. Good, I mean,” she murmured, challenging him.

Halbrand made a deep sound in his throat, something between a growl and a groan. “Damn it, elf!” He had been trying to unfasten the tiny buttons on the back of her dress, now he simply ripped it open in a spray of pearls and slid it down her waist. Bending down to reach, he explored her exposed breast with greedy lips.

“And you,” she managed, her voice nearly drowning in the roar of her rapid pulse. “Were you married?”

“Not formally.” He was attacking her other breast now. “Let us say… my master and I were very close.” His eyes briefly flicked to hers. “At first,” he added.

“So then we both lost our–”

His head whipped back up and he silenced her with a new kiss, an almost angry one. Yet when he finally released her from it she was breathless and more aroused than she had ever been. 

“No more talk of the past.” He added: “No more talk, period. Let us get to it.” His gaze was hard, daring her to show defiance. 

“Fine.” Ignoring her racing heart she softly put her hands on top of his. “But as much as I enjoy this, a bed would be more comfortable.”

That broke the intense moment. He smirked amusedly, eyes crinkling. “An excellent suggestion.” He bowed and offered his arm.

Gathering her ruined dress over her bosom, Galadriel took it, a bit bewildered. It was sometimes hard to keep up with Halbrand’s swift mood changes.

In the bedroom, he sat on the edge of her bed and calmly unlaced his boots as if he was doing his normal bedtime routine. The only odd detail about the scene was the prominent bulge in his pants.

He patted the blanket beside him. “Sit.”

She obeyed, following his example and removing her shoes. “I am not a dog.” 

He smirked again. “I hope so.” Gently pushing her back, he lay next to her, turning his head to meet her eyes. He stroked her cheek, looking serious now. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

“I know.”

“I would never hurt you.”

“I know,” she said again. But did she really believe it? Perhaps he thought he could always control himself but Galadriel suspected that if driven too far, he would not succeed. Could he be violent, even to her?

In truth, she was not sure.

He gave her a light, sweet kiss. “I think I am in love with you, Galadriel.”

She didn’t know what to reply to that. It was too soon. To sudden.

Her silence didn’t seem to bother him. His smirk returned and he rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed almost playfully. “Well. Time to get to it, yes?”

Looking up at his boyish smile and twinkling eyes, a mane of hair framing his handsome, scruffy features, Galadriel suddenly couldn’t hold back a bubble of laughter. “Yes, let us.”

His grin widened and he pulled his tunic and shirt off in one smooth motion, finally allowing her to set eyes on his ripped torso. Then he did the same with her dress, easing it down all the way this time.

“Your pants,” she urged.

He took them off, exposing his nakedness almost proudly. “Not too bad, eh?”

“So conceited,” she said with mock disapproval. “But I can see why.” She trailed a hand across his chest, a novel experience for her to feel a man’s body hair, and let her lips follow. The heady scent and taste of him filled her senses. “Not too bad, indeed,” she murmured against his heated skin.

Then she fell silent, for Halbrand began to do something with his lips and tongue as well, and that made her mind temporarily shut off. “Ahh…” she breathed, feeling her body go limp. 

It was obvious he had taken her words about her first husband as a challenge to excel, for with talented tongue and fingers he kindled sensations she would have not thought possible. Soon her entire being was on fire, limbs trembling with feverish yearning and her core aching with a need so strong it threatened to make her burst unless she was allowed an outlet.

“Halbrand,” she cried, unable to keep her voice down, and then added a strong mental command. Move away. 

He seemed a bit confused but obeyed without ado, and she nudged him to flip on his back. Quickly scrambling on top, she positioned herself. She met his eyes that had become so dark, so full of admiration and longing, and slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling their bond form. 

He was perfect.

“Finally,” he grunted, closing his eyes as she began to move over him.

“Finally,” she agreed, increasing the pace. 

She reflected that once more the roles were reversed. Once more she was in control, balancing his desire for dominance with her own, equally strong. 

In truth, she was not sure she could control her power either if driven too far, for she too could be violent. Though he was physically stronger, she now knew she had the stronger willpower, and by his baffled, fascinated look he had not expected that.

“My queen,” he mumbled.

“My king…” Pleasure was building fast within her and she chased her release, focus turning inward and mind going blank.

She was not prepared when Halbrand suddenly grasped her thighs and locked her in position.

“Let me go!” She tried to move, desperate to get more friction, but he was too strong. Physically, at least.

“It is my turn.” His eyes glittered and his face was flushed, making him look impossibly attractive. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over.

With him in control, the pace became faster, harder, more errant, and it was not easy to keep up. Again Galadriel found herself yielding to him, but now it was almost liberating. With his movements he managed to hit all her sweet spots at the same time and she could only lie there and take it; take the gift he was giving to her – and to himself at the same time.

She had reached a plateau, but in the new position her lust grew fast, soon exceeding everything she had previously felt. His deep thrusts unlocked her inner dam, piece by piece, until she let go completely, capitulating to her instincts and to him. 

Borne on wave after wave of unchained passion, her core erupted in spasms of pure bliss. 

Freezing on top of her, Halbrand's breath quickened as her release brought on his, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. 

His eyes grew large and puzzled. “I had no idea it could feel like this,” he mumbled, almost to himself. “No wonder humans do it so much.”

Galadriel laughed, a wild, purely happy laughter, rare as it was. Wiping her eyes, she kissed him sweetly. Oh, Halbrand. I think I love you too.

He smirked. “Creepy. You have to teach me that mind talk.” And then he was laughing as well, hugging her close. “We are going to have so much fun, Galadriel.”

“We will,” she agreed sleepily.

Not long afterwards they dozed off in each other’s arms, husband and wife. All they needed now was a couple of rings…

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A/N:

So, IRL it’s probably best to run fast from a boyfriend who is violent, jealous, emotionally unstable and sometimes has poor self-control (plus is a Dark Lord who plans to conquer the world), unless one has strong mind control or other powers. But luckily Galadriel has, and lucky us, this is fiction not real life. :D

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[leincendiaire]

no but gentlehands really is great like you would think the two characters who hated and dueled and stabbed each other while crushing on the same guy the entire first season would have like. a really slowburn friendship but no. izzy's like ok well new captain hours i guess. I just hang out in this man's room 24/7 now and I watch him twirl around in his pretty coats and I spout ominous poetry at him and give him pirate lessons while making sure I touch his ass and I HAVE TO look softly and proudly at him when he is good at pirate captaining. this is just what I do now

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

Star wars confessions:

Each of our clone boys coming inside you the first time you tell them you love them during sex; just thinking of how they would react as they involuntarily nut inside you because of pure emotional feels is both just so hot and healing to me.

Idk; I'm a sucker for soft and steamy smut.

Feel free to reblog and add any headcannons if you want.

[jjkeremika]

it is hot (with you; love you)

description: eren and mikasa make love in a hot spring… that is all…

pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot, snk)

universe: og/original

**smutty**

ao3

Eren found peace in the hot springs, often spending his free time hiking well within Wall Maria to the hot spring, sauna and spa resort in the mountains.

A small cabin complex for weary travelers, wedged into the side of the mountain, small pools of hot water scattered, isolated. The long trees and tall rock structures surrounded the spring like a cocoon, wooden planks imitating walls creating roof-ed structures.

Eren would sit naked on the smooth wooden surface, let the steam tickle his skin with a warm embrace. The hot dewy air made it easier to breathe, easier to bear the reality and responsibilities of this world. The bright shine of the near-setting sun on the water highlighted what little beauty was left to enjoy, made it more difficult to close his eyes on it.

He heard a splash and ignored it, keeping his eyes closed and breathing meditatively, spacing out his breath into three intervals of five seconds: five second inhale, five second hold, five second exhale. He was always alone here, the splashes always being a small animal or a twig falling in.

Being lost in the crystal-clear air of the mountains had its perks, one being that rarely did he encounter anyone. No one to ask who he was, why he was there, where he was going to, who he was running from. He never had an answer for those questions, or at least never a good one.

Never having to introduce himself, never having to actively be himself... The feeling erupting in his chest, like he had been uplifted from the ancient curse, like the weight of eternal and immortal expectations had dissolved like acid kissing skin... A taste of freedom.

It could only be made better with the company of select friends, the presence of certain family, the close shared proximity with the love of his life.

He thought of her... of leaving her behind. It was inevitable, and he was searching through his dreams for some solution to stop it, to live on by her side. His attempts felt futile, and as he sat in the most beautiful place alone, wondering if maybe he’d end up wasting the rest of his time cluelessly searching for a way to extend it, instead of spending it with her and everyone else too.

He used his forearm to wipe the water droplet from near his chin. Another perk of the sauna is, if it was hot enough, the sweat was indistinguishable from the tears.

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Eren had been feeling particularly dirty today and he'd had an awful premonition that were getting more horribly more vivid and despite Erwin and Hange's disapproval Levi still used Eren as titan-target practice. So it was a long day, and he really wanted nothing more than to hurry to the hot springs.

But Mikasa had insisted on visiting the replacement graves for their parents today, citing that it might be the last time in a while before they can visit again, and only Eren knew just how correct that statement was.

They were silent on the walk there, their bodies actively fighting the magnetic pull between their fingers as they walked.

At the grave site, they had become aware of the temperature drop, and Mikasa started shivering slightly, her muscles too fatigued from training to resist the cold.

He draped his sweater over her arm, his hands lingering on her shoulders as he thoughtfully placed the fabric in a way to keep her warm. The touch from his hands was warm enough, the area instantly heating up her skin and radiating throughout her body.

It was the walk around the cemetery, no particular destination, when Mikasa finally broke the silence: "How are you doing, Eren?"

He stopped walking momentarily, the question catching him off guard. He thought about what he was doing all the time; never how he was doing. Did he even want to burden her with that?

Was there any point in lying? This was Mikasa, she knew so much about him she could likely tell if he were lying from the sound of his voice.

And yet she trusted him so deeply she’d also reject that.

She stopped a couple paces in front of him and turned to face him. He debated how much to divulge. The details were long and nuanced and boring and he was still sorting them out.

“I'm... adjusting," Eren answered neutrally after pondering. Mikasa eyed him carefully, squinting as the final ray of golden light struck her face, lighting up her eyes.

He smiled lightly as he stared her, heat erupting from the center of his chest and spiraling out like an untamed fire. He suppressed the forming tears in the corner of his eyes, blinking them away. He always did think she was beautiful. He never told her that.

Maybe he should tell her that. "I'm happy right now." He smiled softly. With you.

She turned around to face ahead. She was skeptical, but she also doubted that skepticism, leaving her at a crossroads. He felt the stinging signal spread to his tear-glands, forcibly swallowing to take his mind off the sensation. "That's good. Maybe we should visit here more." She started walking again.

Maybe it was because deep down he wanted her to know that despite everything, he was still human, and he still needed joy and relief to survive; maybe it was because he wanted the most serene place in the world to be her surviving memory of him; maybe it was because the weight of the world was crushing him and the strongest soul in existence stopped in front of him and he so desperately didn't want to be alone.

Eren took a rushed couple steps and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a stop and causing her to twist her body to face him. "I want to take you somewhere. Come with me."

He didn’t wait for a response, just started leading without looking back to see if she truly stayed. She followed Eren to the mountains obediently, asking questions at first but stopping after becoming frustrated with Eren's cryptic answers. This place was sacred, exposing this place meant exposing his remaining solitude, his last freedom. Or maybe she'd be the spoon making it easier to taste.

When they'd finally arrived, Eren quickly rushed Mikasa through the main entrance and out the back. Mikasa was confused as there was little time to process her thoughts and surroundings, but she was amazed at how comfortable Eren was here, that alone was strikingly obvious.

He brought her to his most frequented spring, his favorite because of how isolated yet comforting it was. The enclosure was small and warm, moss covering the rocks and wisteria--fake, maybe--hanging between. He stopped in front of the open door and held his arm out, gesturing for her to enter. She did, glancing around in wonder, still taking it all in.

"A hot spring?" Mikasa asked, turning around to face the doorway. "This is where you come every day." It was more of a processing statement than a question and it didn't necessarily require an answer, but Eren nodded anyway. His future and dreams were cloudy and ambiguous; he didn't want tonight to be.

He started taking his shirt off, already warming up from the steam accumulating in the loosely closed-off room. "I love it here," he answered quietly, eyes gazing around the room, noting the small differences from yesterday. He moved on to remove his shorts.

Mikasa's face erupted into various shades of pinks and reds, her eyes widening slightly and fixating on Eren's eyes, biting her lip to relieve the tension from holding her gaze above his sculpted collarbones.

He shifted slightly to pull the short off his foot and Mikasa's eyes glanced at the glistening sweat forming on his sharp collarbones, pointing like an arrow towards the tough ridges that make up his abs.

She licked her lips, catching glimpses of his firm ass as he stepped into the spring, wading to the middle where it reached his naval. She gulped harshly as the water kissed up his thighs, instantly hugging his skin.

"I can't describe it," Eren sighed, running his hands over his face and letting the hot water forge different trails to his chest, his brown hair turning black as it absorbed the water. Mikasa's eyes followed the sweat traveling down his chest, watching it culminate into the reflection of the same site and watching the process in reverse. "You have to try it, Mikasa."

She pursed her lips, hesitant, before complying by slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt. She could feel Eren's eyes on her, intensely watching the finite movements of her fingers caressing the button, and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. The thought of asking him to do it for her crossed her mind.

She shrugged off the top and her hands moved to the buttons on her pants, surprised at the increased breathability for her skin. Mikasa briefly caught Eren lick and bite his lip as he kept his eyes trained on her hands.

Eren waded closer, the water line settling now just above his hips. The water lapped at the paler skin, inching threateningly closer to where his cock was starting to harden. His breath hitched at the sight of her bending over to pull the pants over her knees, her cleavage rounding and the weight of her boobs distorting the structure, starting to fall out of the bra.

He kept his eyes fixed on her chest, fully aware of her gaze on him, as she started to stand up and stepped out the pants, leaving them on the floor.

She placed her hands delicately on the thin straps of her lace panties, and she was secretly psyched at her bold choice this morning. Eren stepped forward, the water loudly splashing out of the way, a splash lapping at her feet.

"Wait," he said quickly, "wait." He looked up at her from in the pool, the water to his knees. He held one hand up to her. "May I?" There was a hopeful rejuvenation sparkling in his eyes, an unspoken promise on his tongue.

His hands were inching towards her hips, giving in to an unseen magnetic pull, like he already knew she'd say yes. She'd paused in disbelief, her body becoming unbelievably warm. "Mika?"

As soon as the breathless "Yes," landed in one ear, Eren's hands snapped to her hips, holding the thin delicate fabric so tightly in his rough hands. His palms and forearms rested against the length of her thick thighs, the fading light still highlighting the muscle.

Eren took a slight step forward, disturbing the peace of the water and pressed his face to her crotch, still clutching onto the panty straps, like he'd drown if he let go. Eren inhaled deeply, a shiver ran down his spine and pulsed right to his cock because she smelled so, weirdly delicious.

He swallowed the saliva building on his tongue and rested his chin just above the top panty line. He stared up at her to find her staring at him, both hands reaching to his hair for stability. He could feel her heart beat to the pelvic muscles; she could feel the panty fabric dampen.

His throat was dry and he was at a loss for words as he stared at her and slowly started tugging down the straps. He stopped when the fabric had bunched just above the lips, letting them teasingly peek out at himself, and he licked his lips. Eren bit the fabric quickly, pulling back, looking up to make eye contact with it in his teeth before abruptly letting it recoil back and roughly yanking the rest of the panties down.

His hands immediately wrapped to her butt cheeks, grabbing one in each hand, like they were his new life support in the still pleasant waters. Mikasa moaned as he fondled the skin, grabbing and folding the soft flesh in his strong, rigid grip.

Meanwhile his mouth pressed kisses like it was paying a nonexistent fare as his mouth ventured lower, lips meeting lips. Her soft gasps served as conductors, waving him on. He sucked firmly, licking out exploritorily, smirking as his tongue registered the taste of her.

Eren lowered one hand from her ass cheek to between her thighs and swirled his thumb in the fluid. She was more wet than the steamed air.

He smirked at the gasp Mikasa released as his thumb cautiously pressed between the labia, his tongue following his finger and his mind making mental notes of where he'd touched that she was the loudest.

His thumb slid easily on her wet skin, alternating pressure with light thin tongue flicks or hard flat licks. Butterflies and extreme heat erupted in her stomach, spreading across her body like wildfire instantaneously.

"Oh, Eren!" she moaned loudly, clutching onto his scalp and pushing her weight onto him slightly, her knees wobbling from the pleasure.

Eren firmly grabbed one thigh in his hand and guided it to rest on his shoulder, his other hand supporting her standing leg. He supported her weight and she pressed into him and tightened her thigh to his face as he continued to lick hungrily at her clit, happier with this angle, with the weight of her thigh against his cheek.

After a few moments he smacked her cheek and pulled his head away, staring up at her with shiny eyes and a moist mouth. “On the ground,” he ordered.

Mikasa instantly obeyed, scampering onto the cold stone ground and sitting down. She hummed as the strangely cool rock soothed the hot stinging of the smack.

He leaned over her a heart’s beat later. Within seconds he was hovering over her legs, manhandling and kissing up her thighs, biting at the skin and licking to make up for it.

Eren moaned when he tucked his nose to her pussy and delicately touched his tongue to her clit again, his hands gripping her thighs that squeezed together, blocked by his head, pressing against his cheeks instead.

The pleasure went on for minutes, the sound an ungodly symphony, before the skin became too raw and too sensitive and Mikasa had to push his face away.

She was aching to catch her breath, her chest heaving, her heart racing, her pulse electrifying. He was smirking at her, also breathing deeply, like he were willing to sacrifice air to drink more of her. His eyes sparkling like he were staring at an angel; she was shining with a halo of sweat and condensation.

Mikasa opened her mouth to say something, barely got the semblance of an “I” out when Eren had lunged to her, the magnetic pull becoming too overwhelming to ignore anymore. Their mouths collided, his hand reaching out to hold her in place, and it felt like the steam from the sauna had penetrated their barriers.

She had moved to hover over his lap, lower thighs kissing but upper thighs barely touching, yearning out and aching to close the space. Eren’s hands were too busy exploring her breasts and upper back to pull her closer, and he was too overstimulated to focus on the drops landing on his hard cock, the mixed droplets of his saliva and her discharge.

Eren’s brain was short-circuiting: there was too much of her to focus on, and there were so many sensations of her skin of his to process. She was overwhelming.

Eren loudly moaned when her hand shyly reached for his cock, confidently gripping it yet stroking it coyly. The contradictory strokes sent electrifying waves of pleasure to his brain, pumping more blood back to his cock so he could feel it more.

The noises blissfully slipped out of his mouth as she tugged on him, kissing and nipping softly at the skin on his neck while bouncing lightly on her knees, letting her clit just grace his tense thigh, the ghostly friction teasingly divine.

When the heat boiling inside became too much and the heat from the moist air made the sweat stick to his skin, Eren roughly gripped her bum with both hands and pulled her onto her lap.

She fell into him, yelping at the sudden motion then quickly moaning at the friction between her wet clit and his thigh, the moist sheen between causing her to slide towards his crotch, his hard cock upright wedged between their abdomens.

He waited until she made eye contact before kissing her, brushing a strand of hair from her eyeline then holding her neck. He used his other hand to guide her hips as she rocked back and forth, both of them moaning softly into the other’s warm mouth.

Mikasa used her hand to lather his cock in the wetness that had gathered between her legs, the mixture of sauna steam and sweat and saliva and fluid. Eren’s eyes screwed shut and his face twisted in pleasure at the movements, pulling away from the kiss and softly moaning her name, his grip on her skin tightening.

The steam was infiltrating his mind, he could feel the water lift the weight of everything despite the very real muscular weight shifting in his lap. He felt the buoyant feeling in his chest, lifting the shackles.

“Mikasa,” he started softly, tears welling into his eyes, “whatever happens…” He tucked his nose into her neck, unable to look at her. A hot tear slid down his cheek. The words choked in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Her hand firmly gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at her. She was smiling so softly, a look that made the warmth of the sauna air around them feel cold. Her thumb unknowingly wiping away the tear.

“I know, Eren,” she replied soothingly, rubbing her thumb once or twice against his cheekbone. “Me too.” He returned her smile before she kissed him gently, slowly, so slowly Eren wondered if time had been paused. “Always,” she murmured against his lips.

“Always,” he whispered quickly in agreement, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

She lowered onto his cock, the explosive burst of electricity inside drastically drowning out their quiet tones, amplified the feeling ten thousand-fold.

Eren’s lips hovered over her chest, panting, periodically pressing kisses or nips to the goose bumped skin. He pawed between her bum and hips as he rocked his hips in rhythm with her bounce, drinking in her loud moans.

The motion was slow, not greedy like before. The kisses were softer and more tender, the touches were longer and warmer. The pleasure felt amplified somehow, like the crowded steam air made it impossible for it to evaporate, keeping it condensed inside them, making every touch and every movement and every kiss feel so much more powerful.

He gently rolled them over, carefully placing his hand behind her head to prevent it from hitting the hard rock.

Her nails clawed into his back, breaking through the steam-heated skin but stopping at the strong muscle, leaving raised red reminders for tomorrow.

He thrusted in and out, slowly, taking his time, like he had all of it in the world. Mikasa’s fingers clawed at his pecs with one hand and the other grabbed a fistful of Eren’s overgrown hair, dragging him closer.

When the sensation in her pelvis spread to the rest of her body and her toes started to curl, she wrapped her arms underneath Eren’s shoulders and held him close, eliminating as much of the distance between their skin. The sweat acted like magnetic glue, pulling and sticking their bodies together with intricate forces.

She moaned loudly and unapologetically, taking each thrust as he whispered compliments and novelties in her ear, telling her she looked so gorgeous like this, being fucked by him.

She was too breathless to tell him he looked and felt godly, hand crafted by a higher power. She worried he’d laugh at her anyway.

Eren was rapidly approaching his climax, and from the way her thighs clenched around his waist—so tight practically preventing him from moving—he could tell Mikasa was too.

He pushed deeper, fighting against the strength of her thighs around him to pull out ever so slightly and using even more force to push deeper inside. Only two hard pumps and he came inside her, Mikasa still grinding herself against his overstimulated cock, causing him to choke out her name and jerk his hips back, which her hips instinctively chased.

Her thighs loosened around him and he slipped out. He layed onto the cool stone and pulled her into his arms, resting her head onto his chest, her skin hot and red and sweaty.

He stared at the wooden ceiling, wondering if his vision was so blurry because of her or the steam. He closed his eyes. He didn’t even care if it was blurry. He was in his favorite place with his favorite person, living in his blissful freedom.

She lifted her head a little to look at Eren, their eyes and lips aligning. “Mikasa… I…” She stared at him with a happy, cozy smile, like the ones they’d wear when they snuggled with his mother by the fireplace when they were kids—at home.

The words choked in his throat. Tears welled in both their eyes, but her expression didn’t waver. He kissed her instead, mouthing the words into her mouth, etching them inside with his tongue.

He relaxed into her touch, fell into her intoxicating kiss all over again, when she carved the reciprocal sequence of letters into his mouth.

Love you.

[the-vanir-queen]

My onlyfans subscribers are if for are in for a treat tonight🤭

I guess I can share a sneak peak😏

(Ignore my face I was in the zone)

I'm running a promo on my Onlyfans right now till the end of the month in celebration of my birthday!

[hornkneebee]

Kinda of sick for the game to let us see Axel on the map AND not make him one of the romance-able NPCs 😭

[sister-lucifer]

Yooo give us the tea on the Scarecrow x reader x riddler fic 👀👀👀

here’s the run down:

You are the star student of Professor Jonathan Crane’s psychology class, a classic goodie two shoes little bookworm. Maybe you even manage to get close to Dr. Crane, maybe even having something of a friendship. One day you accidentally leave your bag in Crane’s class, and have to run back to retrieve it.

The Riddler himself had managed to get into Crane’s classroom through an open window right after you had left, hoping to get a moment alone with his “friend” (theres scriddler undertones oops). Neither of them expected you to come barging in the way you did, and upon seeing Dr. Crane conversing casually with a blood splattered Edward Nygma, you panic, unable to get to the door before Crane grabs your arm and pulls you back, sitting you forcefully in his desk chair. Riddler lets it slip that Jonathan is The Scarecrow, and now you officially know too much.

They can’t just let you leave, they have to figure out some way to convince you to keep your mouth shut…

[Antics Ensue]

[audreythenun]

First recording please be gentle I’m not too confident in my voice. And any comments or constructive criticism is welcome.

[wlw-cryptid]

oh you want me to bring my friends now, hm? pretty girl bodies all soft and flushed with pleasure? pressed together? feeling each other? dripping with so, so much cum?

[android-and-ale]

Spirk Fic Recs

Welcome to the bold new sub-genre of Jim And Kirk's Starbase Date Shenanigans! These two lighthearted, easy reading fics pair together like Steak and Shiraz.

Get ready to enjoy as two very different dates go wrong in all the right ways. You get action! Adventure! Romance! Happy Endings! (Both literally and metaphorically)

Treat yourself to some fun!

The Bet (19022 words) by Introvertia Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: Spock (Star Trek), Joseph M'Benga, Christopher Pike, James T. Kirk, Erica Ortegas, Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel, Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek), Chief Jay Additional Tags: Post-S02E09 Subspace Rhapsody, Pre-S02E10 Hegemony, year 2259, Sex and Chocolate Summary: Spock is on leave at Starbase One. He runs into Jim Kirk and is invited to join Jim for a quiet game of chess. That very evening Starbase One is attacked by an unseen enemy. Christopher Pike is in peril. Spock and Jim go on an impromptu mission to rescue Pike. Spock and Jim's mutual attraction gets a little help from some dark chocolate.

Get Some (13566 words) by flippyspoon Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), Star Trek Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Erica Ortegas, Christine Chapel, George Samuel Kirk, Christopher Pike, Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Romance, Humor, Action, Fluff Series: Part 2 of That Time Spock Wore Chucks Summary: Spock and Kirk are finally going on their big date at Starbase Seven. And because it's Spock and Kirk, everything will surely go smoothly.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Oblong Box (1969)

[thegnomelord]

Good news: I passed my neuro test with a 9.5/10!

Bad news: I'm extremely sleep deprived and won't be doing anything today but sleeping like the dead :/

G'night my gnome army❤️

[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Comparing Sky & Prapai’s Love Scenes

(A one night stand VS our night as one)

Ask and you shall receive. I wrote a post (HERE) a few weeks ago about how I hoped they would give us another Sky x Prapai NC scene, which would provide a direct contrast to their first one. And my prayers were answered. So here’s a deep dive side-by-side breakdown of Episode 8 and 11′s NC scenes.

I’ll start with the more obvious differences in the two scenes respectively. The two exchanges take place at completely different points in their relationship, and these scenes are delivered and framed in a way to reflect exactly that.

> FAST vs SLOW: Episode 8′s one night stand is a whirlwind, a frenzied collision of two strangers. Sky’s objective was to fulfil Prapai’s proposition, and to do that in the most efficient way possible. Due to the indifference in our characters’ execution of said act, the whole rhythm is very staccato: stilted, brash and unsynchronised. In contrast, Episode 11′s love scene is lingering, indulgent and unhurried. Sky and Prapai are attentive to one another’s cues, and it’s an equal back and forth which feels wanting and relishing.

> ROUGH vs SOFT: There were multiple moments in Episode 8′s scene where their interactions in general feel like rough and tumble. There’s an edge of wild aggression, with the way Sky pushes Prapai where he wants him around the room, the way Prapai shoves Sky back onto the bed and bites his neck. There an air of immense impatience to ‘get on with it’ and with that comes a level of heavy-handedness. In Episode 11, Sky and Prapai are gentle and tender with the way they handle one another. This is shown by how they litter each other with kisses and caresses, and how they cup each other’s faces. There’s care and affection laced throughout.

> NOISE vs QUIET: Episode 8 had a very distinctive (almost nightclub like) thrum and beat to accompany the scene. This really helped imitate the headspace of our characters, where the entire engagement feels hedonistic. Their exchange is a heady rush, where the ‘music’ blares out any coherent thinking. Simply do, don’t think. Episode 11 is almost completely the opposite. All we hear is almost entirely just the sounds of them making love; kissing, moaning, breathing, whining, and that’s because this is what they hear. All they can hear is each other, and that drowns out the rest of the entire world. Everything else has fallen away. This time they are completely immersed in one another, and this present moment is all that matters.

> EYE CONTACT: In Episode 8, they barely lock eyes throughout what they’re doing. Most of the gestures feel like Sky is ‘servicing’ Prapai (such as giving him a BJ) or Prapai is ‘servicing’ Sky (when he’s kissing his back) but they’re doing that in physical and emotional isolation of one another. In Episode 11, they constantly face each other and maintain eye contact, especially when they kiss. This is incredibly intimate. To stare into someone’s eyes when you’re allowing yourself to be at your most vulnerable and out of control. When you lock eyes with someone, it means you are intentionally trying to read what your partner is feeling, and registering what is making them feel good. More importantly because you care about their pleasure as much as your own.

Now onto some of the more interesting points of note for me:

EMOTIONAL WEIGHT

I think most people will agree that the reason Episode 11′s scene makes such an impact is due to its emotional weight. Even compared to Rain and Payu’s NC scenes, this one is particularly powerful and touching due to Sky’s trauma around physical intimacy. That puts a huge amount of gravitas on what they’re doing. It’s not just sex, it’s not even just about making love. This is an absolute and fundamental test of trust that could ultimately unravel Sky. Our two characters’ growth throughout the last few episodes is now being epitomised through the act of sex. Unlike Episode 8, this is no longer intimacy with detachment or with doubt. This is intimacy with intentional emotion, and with positive feeling. This is why it’s so important that Prapai prefaced his sentiments clearly to Sky before they went ahead. There’s a mutual acknowledgement of how important this is to both of them.

TRUST: SKY LEADING VS PRAPAI LEADING

Sky taking the lead in Episode 8 was of particular significance because Sky was actively trying to retain control by following through on his terms. In Episode 11, Sky isn’t necessarily being passive and allowing Prapai to do whatever he wants, but it's evident that he is letting Prapai to take more of a lead, where he’ll respond or follow. 

By doing so, he’s allowing himself to be at the mercy of Prapai, “Please shut up and take me,” is a clear nod of consent for Prapai to take the reigns. This once again implies a huge degree of trust. The whole reason Sky held back control from Prapai in Episode 8 was because he didn’t trust him. In Episode 11, Sky is essentially giving Prapai permission to overtake him, to overwhelm him. He submits himself to Prapai willingly. 

Whereas the one night stand definitely felt like Sky’s objective to pleasure Prapai, this was considerably more about shared mutual pleasure. It’s not about one person’s pleasure over the other.

PRAPAI’S GAZE

There are many moments in Episode 8 where Prapai appears genuinely surprised, impressed, taken aback even by how assertive and experienced Sky is. He’s not expecting it at all. His awe derives from what he doesn’t know of Sky.

Comparatively, in Episode 11, Prapai’s gaze is one of wonder and admiration, and this is now derived from what he does know of Sky. Everything he now understands and knows about Sky only fuels his love and adoration further. The way Prapai looks at Sky in Episode 8 is in spite of what little he knows about Sky, in Episode 11 its in sight of everything he knows about Sky.

THE POSTCOITAL

In the immediate aftermath of Episode 8′s scene, Sky has intentionally turned away from Prapai. He’s already shutting himself down, closing himself in, internalising his anxieties alone. Once they both reached their climax, it was done. There was nothing more to be taken, said or enjoyed. The transaction has been reached. An abrupt dose of postcoital clarity, like an all too cold crash from a sudden high.

In Episode 11, they remain in each other’s embrace. It almost looks like they haven’t moved an inch away from each other at all. Bodies still connected and intertwined, they continue to kiss and gaze at each other adoringly. That moment immediately after climax, can be a very vulnerable state to be in, and they clearly can’t bear to separate themselves from each other just yet. This depicts a much gentler, tender, mellow descent from a blissful peak that feels wonderfully content.

The stark contrast between the two scenes was beautifully handled, and I’m so so glad we got to see this comparison in all its glory. It’s really a great example of utilising love scenes to enhance your story-telling.

[kitchen-spoon]

Detective/ crime solvers au:

with (slight) enemies to lovers where Steve is an FBI Agent and Eddie is a reporter but more in a look at how dumb the government is way. They bicker and are bitchy and sarcastic but they also can’t stop making excuses to see each other but they just never acknowledge it and keep playing their weird little game.

Maybe eventually one of their arguments leads to Steve Shoving Eddie away and he hits the door or wall a little and Steve instantly feeling awful being like “I just can’t stand you being so close,” and Eddie just grabs him by the collar of his dress suit and kisses him.

[vomitcomedy]

raghrghgrhgrhgrh

[beforeimdeceased]

at the fucking her with my strap store like yeah i’ll take two whines and whimpers with a side of her calling out my name