#sauna seduction

[jackinhofejr]

Hey, I'm glad you decided to meet me. You look tense. Just relax. This will feel great!

[theeoriginals]

could you do elijah with a catwoman type of reader? she likes the finer things, she's flirty/loves the chase, and whatever else you think fits! maybe they've been seeing each other secretly (like when katherine/elijah were doing it secretly in tvd lmao) OR they meet for the first time (e.g., she steals something from him and gets caught but gets away and she's hints at seeing him again next time) this is so specific but do whatever you want with it!!

cat and mouse | elijah mikaelson

author's note; this was so fun thank u for requesting <3

warnings: witch!female!reader, tension, abruptish ending bc I didn't know how to drag it out more, brief shapeshifting but I like barely touch on it, because it's sort of inconsequential to the story. reader is close with Klaus, but it's purely platonic! honestly could class this at love at first sight, with how I wrote elijah. fluff, just some heavy make outs, nothing too graphic. reader is flirty and confident!! no use of y/n!

There’s an inherent seductiveness to wearing a mask. It’s almost more vulnerable than just showing your face, because you have to rely on your words, your wit, to get the job done. Of course, there isn’t any specific job she’s needing to get done tonight, but she tries to never attend these sorts of things without a personal mission of some kind.

She gets bored, is the thing. 

Even though she's got everything she could ever want and more, she gets bored and she can't help what happens after that. It's a bad habit, she knows. Her friends always laugh, hiding their smirks and smiles behind her hands when they come over and see the newest shiny thing that wasn't there before. When they hear of a shadow that terrorizes people, seemingly at random. 

It's harmless, though. She's never hurt anyone by doing it. She just laughs a little and maybe she stays the night with some of them, and gets what she wants and more. Cures that boredom in a few different ways. 

It’s started to creep in again, that feeling. It’s why she’s here in the first place. Klaus is a friend, but she tries to keep out of his hijinks for her own safety. Most people here in New Orleans know better than to pledge loyalty to the hybrid, because no one around him is safe for long, even his own family. 

That’s the premise of tonight’s party, according to Klaus. Reuniting his family for what seems like the hundredth time. She feels it’s starting to lose its emotional impact, what with how many times he’s daggered and undaggered them, treating them like they’re pets or something. But she doesn’t voice any of this to Klaus, because she’s smarter than that, and she isn’t equipped to deal with the thousands of years of family drama between the Originals. 

It seems odd to have a masquerade ball as a welcome home party, but she digresses. It’s pointless to question his motives, and it causes her more of a headache than anything. It’s easier to just enjoy herself, and even easier than that to try and find a cure to her boredom. 

It's starting to settle in like a fog of some sort, except it's not hazy or particularly tiring, it's more like steam. Like a hot sauna, soaking the surface of her skin, leaving her panting, thirsty. 

So she leaves the relative safety of the open bar, and lifts her chin up, keeping her shoulders in a stiff line so that people move for her, because she certainly won’t move for them. 

She’s nearly through the dance floor when she’s stopped by a firm hand on her wrist, and her arm is extended with the light tug just before she twists around, braced to deal with whatever idiot has grabbed her. 

She stops short at the sight of the man, only half of his face covered by a mask unlike hers that shields everything real about her except her eyes. 

There’s a smirk on his lips, like he’s amused by something, but she can’t fathom what by. “Excuse me?” She raises a brow, incredulous expression hidden by the mask on her face. It’s rather flimsy, overall, but the rhinestones placed strategically around it juxtapose the sleek black dress draped over her frame, making her appear as nothing more than a shadow. 

“You’re not leaving yet, are you?” 

The voice is unfamiliar, and she loathes the thought that a stranger is teaching her with such familiarity. “I wasn’t aware it mattered,” She gestures vaguely with her other hand, reminding herself of the rather loose grip he has on her wrist. “The party will go on without me, I’m sure.” 

The man ducks his head in a conceding nod, but the smirk on his face has done nothing but get bigger the longer she entertains this odd interaction. “You’ve hardly danced all night.” 

She knows he can’t see the twist of curiosity on her face, but her body must portray it anyways, because he’s immediately elaborating. 

“I’ve had my eye on you,” He says, accented voice a lulling drawl. She’s sure it would put anyone under a spell, given the chance. “I couldn’t let you leave without getting at least one dance, and perhaps your name.” 

“Awfully presumptuous of you,” She notes, though she closes a bit of the distance between them, suddenly interested in the proposition. “I’ll give you a dance, but you’ll have to convince me for a name. I don’t give that out to strangers.” 

He nods again, pulling her to him, closing the rest of the distance between them. “Of course,” 

It’s easy to fall into step with him, practically painted against his chest, there’s no real rhythm to what they’re doing, but it’s working. She’s staring into his eyes from behind the shadowy mask, and he’s looking into hers, like he’ll get every answer he wants from them. 

“So,” He starts, blinking slowly like he doesn’t want to spare a split second from them just in case he misses something. “Do you know anyone here, or are you just here by word of mouth?” 

“I’m familiar with the host,” She says carefully, noticing the way his eyes darken with a hint of surprise. “He’s a friend. I do business with him, sometimes.” 

He seems to see the deeper meaning behind her words. “I wasn’t aware he had many friends of your variety these days,” 

“Oh, he doesn’t,” She says, smirking beneath the mask at the short chuckle that leaves him. “But I suppose there’s an exception to everything. It works for us. I’m still alive, after all. Not many can usually say that after dealing with him.” 

The man’s mouth twists wryly. “I can’t disagree with that.” 

“You’ve obviously got something in common with him, too,” She notes plainly, leveling the playing field between them about information they can peel out of each other without really saying anything. “Perhaps he has more friends than either of us are aware of.” 

“He’s got plenty of secrets up his sleeves, I’m sure of that.” 

He turns them suddenly, hand spanning across the open back of her dress, and she can’t stop the quiet gasp that spills from her lips, hopefully muffled by the mask, though the slight twitch of his fingers against the bare skin of her back says he heard it loud and clear. 

“If I give you my name, may I have yours?” She asks suddenly, aware of the song playing for their dance coming to an end sooner, rather than later. “A fair trade.” 

“I am nothing if not fair,” 

She hums, though she partially doubts his words. He’s shown in the past few minutes that he can play any game she plays, just as easily. 

They dip into the shadows for a moment, ducking out of the colorful lights flashing on the makeshift dance floor, and she makes a decision quickly.

She lays her hand flat against his chest, skating her nails along the pieces of his suit as she slides up his neck and to his jaw, moving fast to push the mask off his face as her other hand rips her own off. 

She doesn’t give him time to blink, or get a real look at her face before she’s smashing their lips together, squeezing her eyes shut as he backs her further into the darkness. She twists them just before they hit the wall, relishing in the way his breath is knocked from his lungs. It doesn’t seem to bother him for long, because he’s drawing her back in, sighing against her lips like she’s just breathed life back into him. 

She skirts her hands all around his lithe frame, feeling the muscles that tense under her touch, hidden but not unnoticeable by the lines of his tailored suit. She drags her nails up under his jacket, rustling the neatly tucked fabric, and pulls her lips away from his mouth to drop down to his jaw, flicking a sharp canine against his jaw and delighting in the choked off noise that breaks from his throat. 

She hides her face in the curve of his throat, leaving marks that disappear almost immediately as she makes them. Panting for breath, she clenches her hands where they lay on his waist. “What’s your name?” 

He licks his spit-swollen lips, head thrown back against the wall as he tries to collect what little of himself he’s got left. “Elijah,” 

“Elijah,” She echoes, tongue curling prettily around the syllables of his name. “Elijah.” 

“Yours,” He says, calloused fingers digging into the exposed skin from her dress. “What’s your name?” 

“My name,” She says, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear, smile practically audible. “Is a secret.” 

Before Elijah can even let out his next breath, every point of pleasure she’s got on him disappears, and he’s left feeling abruptly cold. He rips his eyes open, blinking as they adjust to the bleak lighting, and his chest heaves as he looks around for any piece of that mask, or that dress. Strains his ears to hear the breath of her voice, the pulse that drowned out every song playing. 

She’s nowhere to be found. Elijah tries to be annoyed, but a smile grows on his lips and he can’t help but slump against the wall as he attempts to fix his suit where it’s been tugged at and wrinkled amidst their brief burst of passion. 

A smear of lipstick lingers on his skin, and her intoxicating scent drifts in the natural breeze. 

His curiosity is a dangerous thing. 

────── 

She sets out on a familiar path, forgoing her flesh tones and simpering smiles for four legs and a sleek black coat. She covers more ground like this, makes her way to the Quarter and past all of the usual mess happening. No one really looks twice at her in this form– it's how she prefers things, for the most part. 

There's a specific brand of chaos that she's seeking, and she hears the familiar echo of the man's voice as she approaches the compound. If she could smirk like this, she would, but as it is, all she can do is reveal the two sharp fangs that hang down onto the sides of her mouth and pick up her pace ever so slightly. 

The door to his study is open and she sees him pacing back and forth, talking loudly to no one in particular. She isn't sure if there's other people in the house right now, but it certainly wouldn't be the first time she caught Klaus talking to himself. 

He seems to notice her just as she leaps onto his desk, shuffling the stack of stationary sitting atop it. 

"Oh, good, and now you're here to bother me," He stops his pacing, turning to face the black cat sitting primly on the desk. "What is it you want?" 

She stares blankly at him and he rolls his eyes, face set in that familiar glare that's basically tattooed on his features. 

"I don't know why you bother with this," He gestures at her, rolling his eyes again. "The sooner you're in a form I can actually speak to, the sooner I can get you out of my house and back into the Quarter, wreaking havoc on those who have wronged me." 

She can't help the sudden desire she has to irritate him just a bit more, so she bats a leg out and kicks a ceramic figurine off the edge of his desk, watching his fists clench at his sides frustratedly as it shatters. 

Yawning dramatically, she flicks her tail out and perches on the edge of his desk, shaking off the sudden change in appearance as he glares at her, entirely unamused by the whole act. 

"What do you want?" 

She huffs, ever so dramatic, and pushes off his desk, walking around him to drape her arms over his shoulders and dig her chin into the muscles there. 

"I'm bored, Klaus. And nobody likes it when I get bored." 

He sighs, entirely put upon at her dramatics. "What do you suggest I do about that?" 

"What's got you so tense? Maybe I can help with that, hm?" She tries, digging her nails into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. 

"My generosity has come back to haunt me," 

His words earn an immediate laugh from her and she peels herself off of his back, walking across the study to throw herself down onto the couch, laying an arm over her eyes. "Oh, yes, your generosity, which you are so well known for. What have you done now?" 

“Must everything be my fault? It could very well be someone else, you know,” 

She lifts her arm from her face, giving him an entirely unamused look that he dutifully ignores. 

“You know,” He starts again, earning a quiet groan from her that he ignores just as easily. “I undaggered my siblings because I thought they would be less upset with me after all this time. I threw them a party! I gave them access to as many humans as I could!” 

“Oh, I know– how could anyone ever hold a grudge for being stuck in a box for hundreds of years because their brother didn’t want to have a moral compass?” 

He glares at her and she pushes up from the couch, stretching her limbs as she goes. “How about you just let them be mad at you, and you give me the name of one of those people who have supposedly wronged you?” 

Klaus sighs, but he gives in easily, just like she knew he would. It’s why they work so well together. He can’t resist her inherent desire to make a mess. 

────── 

The Quarter is as lively as ever, but the energy is always different when the sun goes down. She likes it better this way, when the tourists have returned to their hotel rooms, scared off by enough local legends that they don’t dare wander too far in fear of being sucked into some magical nightmare. 

She likes when the nocturnal things come out to play, because it means there’s so much less attention on her, and what she’s doing. It makes it easier to get things done, this way. 

She’s nursing a drink at the bar in Rousseau’s, unable to resist the draw this place has for witches and vampires alike. It’s mostly seen as a neutral ground, because no one’s willing to risk a place to get good food and drinks over a turf war. 

She’s been making eyes at a boy across the room, quickly looking away when he catches her eye, hiding a bashful smile in her drink. It’s a fun game to play, and it grows easier with every passing minute to lure them in. Even if there’s something off about her, they can’t resist it. Like a mouse walking straight into a trap, just for a bite of the cheese. 

It doesn’t take much longer for the boy, Ethan, to approach her. He’s got a smirk on his face, and he’s obviously under the impression that this is a sure thing. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but,” He shifts, setting his drink down on the bar next to hers. “I saw you looking at me from over here.” 

She swirls the straw in her drink around a few times, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “Is that all it took? Me looking at you?” 

He chuckles, moving to stand more directly in front of her. “Well, you seemed a little lonely, sitting here all by yourself,” 

She sits up in her seat, smirking. “Are you going to fix that for me?” 

“That will be all, thank you, Ethan.” The strikingly familiar voice comes from behind her, and she instantly slumps in her seat, a wry, defeated smile twisting onto her lips despite how much she tries to stop it. 

The boy in front of her straightens up, defensive at the sudden rejection, but as soon as he sees who it is standing behind her, he backs down. His eyes flicker to her, and she flutters her finger in a wave, dismissing him easily as the man quickly takes his place standing before her. 

“That wasn’t very kind of you, Elijah,” She says, taking a sip of her drink. “I was doing business with him. Your brother’s business.”

“You were a very difficult woman to find, do you know that?” 

She raises her glass to him in a mocking toast. “And yet here you are,” 

“Is that what my brother considers business these days? Usually that sort of exchange was reserved for his closest confidants,” 

“A good businessman is always adapting,” She shrugs, watching his eyes roam her face, committing every part of it to memory. “Did you find me for any particular reason, Elijah? Or am I just honored to have the company of an Original,” 

“You stole my watch,” He says, looking anything but upset. “And a button, of all things. Now, the button I’m less worried about, but the watch is an antique.” 

She hums, eyes narrowing at his easy going demeanor. “You spent all this time tracking me down over an antique watch? Forgive me for my assumptions, but I don’t believe that.” 

He nods, still smiling fondly, like she hasn’t been almost entirely antagonistic to him since their first meeting. “I also want your name.” 

“Surely you know my name by now,” She says, huffing a disbelieving laugh. “You couldn’t have found me otherwise.” 

“I do,” He nods again. “But I want to hear it from you. A fair trade, and all.” 

She heaves a sigh, pushing to her feet off the chair to stand before him, once again practically glued to the front of him. “A man of your word, I see,” 

He hums an agreeing noise. “Even when we have nothing else, we have our word. I’m also not one to go back on a deal. I don’t like loose ends.” 

“That’s a shame, I love loose ends,” She grins widely, earning a chuckle from him that says he’s nothing but charmed. “Follow me.” 

She gestures towards the door, and Elijah is quick to fall into step behind her, though she isn’t sure if it’s her past disappearing act or something else that has him so keen to do as she says. 

They step outside into the humid, but cooling air, and she glances up at the pale moon above them, feeling every bit of warmth from it that one would get from the sun. 

“I’m curious to know how you found me,” She says, looking at him as he walks beside her down the mostly-empty sidewalks. 

He sighs, pushing his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, looking every bit as pressed and pretty as he did at the party. “I thought about asking around at first, of course, but I figured if you wouldn’t even share your name with me, the second you caught wind of someone asking about you, you’d become harder to find.” 

“Smart man,” 

He hums, and smiles. “My brother, his girlfriend, is a witch. I asked her for a favor. You left your mask at the party, so,” 

“Foiled by a simple tracking spell,” She says, putting on an air of defeat that has him chuckling, her following suit shortly after. “I appreciate your tenacity, Mr. Mikaelson. Not many want to play my games,” 

“Is that what it was, then? A game?” 

“Of sorts,” She says, coming to a stop at the steps that lead up to her little apartment. “It’d be quite bold of me to play a game of cat and mouse with an Original, don’t you think?” 

He steps closer to her, eyes narrowing as he tilts his head, examining her. “I think that you seem to know quite a bit about me and my family, but I’ve just barely scratched the surface of you.” 

She steps closer to him, the tips of her shoes hitting his. “I do owe you my name, don’t I?” 

“A deal’s a deal,” 

She echoes his words softly, already pressing up on her toes to meet him halfway. “A deal’s a deal.” 

There’s much less fervor in this kiss than the last, but no lack of passion. It seems to strike them both breathless, and she finds herself leaning into him, wrapping a hand around the end of his neatly knotted tie to pull him in impossibly closer. 

A split second later, she forces herself to pull away, sighing shakily as she looks into his lustful, deep gaze. She whispers her name quietly, watching his pupils blow out as it carries between them. He echoes it back, just as quietly, and she nods, hand still wrapped in his tie, where his are still clutching her waist, keeping her from running again. 

“Is that all, then?” She asks, voice still a whisper, like she’s afraid to break whatever has settled between them. “A deal’s a deal.” 

“What’s that you said earlier?” He sighs, chest heaving with the breath. “A businessman is always adapting.” 

He pulls her back into him, catching the corner of her mouth with his lips before he realigns, barely parting for a second to press repeated kisses to her soft lips that taste like the sugary drink she’d had at the bar. “Besides,” He breathes in between kisses. “You still have my watch.” 

She laughs into the next kiss, and it spills out into the night, making him let out his own laugh that sounds just as utterly besotted as hers. 

He forgets about the watch. But by the time he remembers it, he figures there’s no harm in letting her keep it. If only to have an excuse to see her again. 

[walidgoldpreppy]

Tony and Malik, Goldlove

TonyGold leaves his apartment, his Gold uniform perfectly hugging his new powerful muscles. His physical transformation is undeniable, each step heavy with the strength he now feels. He heads towards the local gym, where other members of *Team Gold* train. He can't help but smile, proud to be one of them, dressed in this bright Gold.

As soon as he crosses the doors of the gym, several eyes turn towards him. The members of Team Gold are easily spotted: all sporting the same Golden equipment, perfectly sculpted bodies, muscular and obedient to an omnipresent discipline.

Among them, one man particularly catches TonyGold's attention. A tall man, with tanned skin, and short black hair carefully styled. He wears his *Gold jersey* with ease, his name embroidered on the back: *MalikGold*. TonyGold approaches, a confident smile on his lips.

"Hey, do you train here often?" he asks, adjusting his cock in your Gold shorts.

MalikGold, looking up, smiles.

"Every day, man. Once you wear the gold, you have no choice, it's like a drug." Malik answers in a deep voice. He gives him an appreciative look, his dark eyes traveling over Tony's bulging muscles.

"I understand you. I'm TonyGold, I just joined the team." Tony says, holding out his hand.

"I'm MalikGold. Welcome to us. You'll see, being on Team Gold is not just about training. There are also... other benefits." Malik approaches, his smile taking on a more seductive turn.

Tony senses the immediate attraction between them, a connection that goes beyond simple flirting. The energy between the members of Team Gold seems more intense, as if their shared devotion to Gold creates an instinctive bond. MalikGold continues,

"You should check out the basement of the gym. It's reserved for us guys, Team Gold. We have a private area with special equipment... and free massages. You know, just to help you recover after training." Malik places a hand on Tony's shoulder, letting the contact linger for a long moment.

"Free massages?" Tony arches an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh yeah, and trust me, you're going to love it." Malik whispers from a little closer, his eyes burning with a mischievous glint.

"Follow me, I'll show you."

Tony follows Malik to a discreet staircase at the back of the gym, which leads to a private area. The mood changes immediately when they enter the basement. The lights are dim, casting a soothing Golden glow. High-end equipment, sauna cabins, private spaces, he sees two men with Gold jersey and sweaty bodies through a foggy window porthole, the sight stirring something in his shorts.

Finally a massage room dedicated to Golden members.

"Welcome to Golden paradise." Malik murmurs with a knowing smile.

"Pick a table and relax. The masseurs here are... very talented." Malik winks before heading to another area.

Tony settles himself on a massage table, his body still vibrating with energy from the workout. A moment later, a man with copper skin enters the room. He wears a Gold uniform, different from Tony's, more fitted, more sensual. He is a masseur, with smooth, tanned skin, his features finely chiseled. His eyes, Golden, sparkle in the dim light.

"My name is WilliamGold. Are you ready to relax?" he asks in a low, hypnotic voice, his expert fingers brushing Tony's back.

"Yes... I think I need it." Tony murmurs, already feeling his muscles relax under Will's touch. The massage begins gently, William's hands expertly sliding over Tony's back, working each tense muscle. The sensation is almost too good, each movement seems to release hidden tension. The warmth and light scent of eucalyptus fill the room, creating an atmosphere of total relaxation.

"You're new to the team, aren't you?" William asks as he continues to massage.

"Yes... I just joined."

"I see... You'll soon discover that wearing gold changes more than just your physical appearance. It changes everything." William increases his pressure on a particular point in the lower back near Tony's buttocks, and Tony sighs in satisfaction.

But something happens. The rhythm of William's hands becomes slower, more circular, and the masseur's voice begins to seep into Tony's mind.

"Let yourself go, inhale... exhale... Breathe deeply... Every muscle in your body surrenders to this sensation... You feel lighter and lighter..."

William's words are soft, almost sing-song, and before he knows it, Tony is slowly falling into a trance. His thoughts become hazy, his eyelids heavy, his cock hard, and soon, all that matters is the feel of William's Golden touch, and the captivating sound of his voice some like flowing water.

"Every member of the team must obey... Follow the rules... You are now part of us... And you want the others to join the team, you want to share this gold... you want to share this pleasure, this erection, you must share it, be hard for your other golden brothers and they hard for you."

Tony, completely under William's spell, drools, smiles and nods weakly, his mind completely overwhelmed by hypnosis. His thoughts are reshaped, his desire to obey the team strengthened, as is his need to convince other men to follow this same Golden path, to look at his beautiful Golden cock, to look at their beautiful Golden cock When William finishes the massage, Tony is in a state of total peace, his Golden eyes sparkling.

After the massage, TonyGold feels completely relaxed, his mind still clouded by the trance William has put him in. His muscular body, his erect cock respond obediently to the slightest requests, a feeling of total submission floating in his mind.

As he gets up from the table, William smiles at him, his Golden eyes sparkling with an almost possessive glow.

"Do you feel good?" William asks in a suave voice, his hands sliding one last time over the firm muscles of Tony's back.

"Yes... really good" Tony murmurs, hypnotized by William.

MalikGold then passes into the room, throwing a knowing look at Tony.

"So, relaxed, bro?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

Tony, still under the influence of the trance, is now completely captivated by Malik, his attention riveted on him. Malik, noticing Tony's obvious interest in him, leans down slightly, his hand rubbing Tony's chest then hard pecs to go down into his shorts towards something equally hard.

"You've got something impressive, TonyGold." he murmurs in a low voice.

"I'd really like to see more... Maybe we could meet outside the gym, what do you say?"

Tony's heart beats faster, his mind still fuzzy, but the warmth of Malik's body so close to his own awakens an intense desire in him.

"Yes... that would be nice." he murmurs, totally seduced.

Malik smiles, satisfied, and slides his second hand over Tony's broad shoulders then down his back and into his shorts, sliding and gripping his fleshy buttocks, before stopping all contact and taking out his phone.

"Give me your number, TonyGold. We can arrange a meeting... and who knows, maybe you'll get another massage, more... personal."

Tony, without hesitation, gives his number, unable to refuse Malik anything, his mind still spellbound by hypnosis. Amir then leans in, his lips gently approaching his, and kisses him with surprising warmth. Tony feels his body shiver under the softness of the kiss, his mind completely captivated.

After the kiss, Malik straightens and motions for him to follow him to the locker room.

There, the two men begin to change. MALIK removes his Gold uniform with effortless elegance, revealing a slim but well-shaped body, before donning a couture suit. The dark gray wool jacket is perfectly tailored, with a Gold satin lining that adds a touch of refinement. His crisp white shirt contrasts with the tie he ties with expert precision. His black leather shoes shine, finely polished, and he adjusts a Gold tie clip that sparkles under the locker room light.

Tony watches him, admiring Malik's poise, mesmerized by his perfect allure. He feels both inspired and attracted, and without even realizing it, he mimics his movements. Tony removes his Gold jersey, revealing his broad, muscular torso, and begins to put on his own suit. He chooses a three-piece navy suit, with a crisp white shirt and a sky blue tie with thin white stripes. His tan leather shoes match his belt, and he makes sure that every detail of his appearance is impeccable, as dictated by his new code of conduct.

Watching Malik adjust his collar in the mirror, Tony can't help but compliment him.

"You really have style. I admire that..." Malik smiles, finishing adjusting his tie knot.

"Thanks, and you don't look bad either. You have to represent the team with elegance, don't you?"

Tony nods, adjusting his tie one last time, satisfied with his look. He feels good, more confident than ever, ready to face the rest of the day with new energy. In that moment, he knows that his life has changed forever.

(End of part 7)

Part 6

[badbookkeeping]

okay but the way that in the storage room and the restaurant style was content to ease off and let fadel do whatever he wanted, clearly enjoying himself but lacking true passion, but in the greenhouse they both grasp for each other and wrap themselves around each other. the juxtaposition of how desperate style looked getting his hand down fadels pants versus the cheeky seduction in the sauna sneaking his hand down fadels towel. yeah.

[rubberizer92]

🔥 **Miguel: The Art of Seduction** 🔥

In the steamy heat of the sauna, Miguel sits like a sculpture brought to life—every muscle carved with precision, each tattoo an invitation to explore the story etched onto his skin. The warmth of the steam only amplifies his allure, droplets tracing over his powerful chest and down his abs, making his bronzed skin glisten in the dim light. He knows the effect he has, that piercing gaze daring you to come closer, to let yourself be pulled into his intoxicating aura.

But it doesn’t end there. With a slow, deliberate touch, his hand moves up, gliding over his chest, fingers lingering on the hard contours as if savoring every inch of his own strength. Then, with a teasing grin, his hand slides lower, a subtle yet unmistakable gesture that’s as seductive as it is confident, drawing your gaze and leaving you breathless.

Miguel’s presence is pure temptation, a sensual blend of strength and seduction, a man who knows exactly how to keep you on the edge.

**How would you handle a moment alone in the sauna with him? Tell us in the comments!** 🔥😈

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[tarotofbadkitties]

Do you think Art was manipulating Patrick and Tashi the whole time? I see it takes that he didn't really mean to, and it was unintentional, but I think it was intentional the whole time.

If you want proof that Art was manipulating Patrick and Tashi the entire time, the proof is in the sauna scene. His vibes are crazy in that scene, if you imagine he's just acting naturally the way he feels, but if you imagine he's up to something and that's part of the mental game with Patrick, the question becomes what is Art doing in that scene and why? The answer is, Art is making sure he wins. Art's being honest when he tells Patrick that what he really cares about is winning, and winning the points that matter is what he's good at. He means that about his tennis career, but also about the fact that he's the one who got the girl they both love to marry him and have his baby.

When he gets back to the room, Art makes the weird choice of asking Tashi to hold him until he falls asleep. Why not invite her to go to bed with him and both go to sleep? She can't fall asleep herself sitting up with him in her lap, so she'll have to get up in a sneaky way to avoid disturbing him. If she's already successfully snuck out of bed without waking him, that's the perfect opportunity to sneak out to see Patrick. Being very seductive with her and getting her riled up and then crashing out on her also ensures that she's going to be sexually frustrated when she meets up with him. Wonder what they're going to do?

Contrary to fandom opinion, Tashi DOES love Art, and Art is fully aware of this. Tashi asking Patrick to throw the game is just as predictable as her sleeping with Patrick, if you consider how high Art raised the stakes of the match in her mind by pressing her into saying she's going to leave him if he loses it. Surely Art doesn't believe Patrick is going to tell a version of Tashi that is both begging him to lose the match in fear of an implosion of her marriage and also so horny she's practically climbing all over him "no," no matter what she asks at that point. Getting those pieces all in order is some real master manipulator work.

Art's history with Patrick meant that he was always going to be both his biggest personal and professional threat, but also his biggest personal and professional motivation. Art made sure that went the right way for him when it really counted. He does want to be with Tashi, and retiring on top ensures she'll get the closure she needed on their careers and they can just be rich and happy together. He also wants his friend Patrick back, and his impending retirement means that his professional competition with Patrick is officially ending. If Tashi takes Patrick up on the offer to coach the next year, it won't put him in conflict with Art because Art's already won everything and retired, so the three of them can just hang out with Patrick on tour and have threesomes lol. Nobody gets a setup that good for them, that screws over or defers the happiness of everyone around them by happenstance. The best part is that even though they may not know exactly how he does it, Patrick and Tashi know when Art is playing them. That's why Tashi looks so upset in the hotel room, and why Patrick gets the general vibe she hates him. It's also why even though Patrick and Tashi are directly confrontational with each other, they never look as hurt as they do when they have a problem with Art. They know he's going to get what he wants, and it's probably gonna hurt.

[the-fluff-piece]

Just a little bit of rice

a tiny fanfic about a misunderstanding inspired by this post (the picture is also taken from there) I just love it when Law eats rice. Totally sfw with a kiss at the end

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You are on kitchen duty on the worst possible day - it's another 'submarine is swimming through volcanic underwater area' - day and the whole ship is more like a sauna than anything else. The stove is heating up the small room even more and you are glad there is a small window to the common room to let out the heat even a little bit. Lunch hours are over, there are just some leftover rice balls for your captain.

Your boiler suit is zipped open and hanging down for addition ventilation, you are basically working in your bra, so you hastily zip it up again when someone entered.

Law came in and grumpily shuffled to the counter to his rice balls and sat down for his late lunch with a groan. The two of you have known each other long enough now that you don't have to small talk on every occasion. So you just greeted each other with a nod. You couldn't believe that Law was wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans in these temperatures, at least he didn't wear his hat or you would have died from heat stroke from the sight alone. His raven black hair is the usual mess and his face is blushing from the heat.

For a while, Law munched in silence as you worked, but you couldn't take the intense heat anymore. "Captain...I'm sorry, it's too hot, would you mind if just opened the suit for a bit?" you ask. He looks up from his meal and nods silently and continues to stuff his cheeks with plain rice.

You pull the zipper down and enjoy the wonderful relief of fresher air around your body and immediately feel better. He is a doctor after all, surely he has seen countless bodies over the years and isn't even interested or flustered anymore.

"Good idea", he comments and peeles out of his shirt, to reveal bis tattooed torso to you. Has it just gotten hotter?

His skin ist glistening and he leans back to stretch as you try not to stare too much but he doesn't seem to notice, like always. Instead he finishes his meal and leans forward over the counter, resting his head on one hand, studying you with lazy eyes.

As you collect the plate, you notice that Law has some rice still stuck on his cheek. It looks adorable! Since he doesn't seem exactly talkative at the Moment you indicate the spot with your finger. He looks puzzled and straightens, raising his eyebrow. You need to smile at his expression and tip the corner of your mouth again, saying "right here", with a wink. He rubs the back of his head while looking left and right, blushing dark red up to his ears. Finally, his light blue eyes meet yours and a whicked grin is spreading across his face. He leans forward over the counter, and, taking your chin into his hand, plants a soft kiss in the corner of your mouth, followed by one squarely on your lips. You purse your lips in response to his and hear his low chuckle.

He breaks away and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. The warm smile and dreamy expression of his face is absolutely baffling to you. "Wha-..Law, what just happened?" you stutter. He looks at you bemused. "You just told me to kiss you", he whispers with the most seductive voice you can imagine, "I was happy to fulfill your wish", he mimics your previous motion by pointing at his own mouth. As he does this, he is feeling the rice in his face and his eyes widen.

"You have a little bit of rice there is what I wanted to say..." you explain.

For a moment he is just staring at you, wide eyed. With a quick movement, he shoves the grains into his mouth and turns a velvet red. He jumps up from the chair and with a mumbled "sorry" he leaves - and turns around, almost stumbling over his own feet, to grab his shirt. With the garment held tightly in front of his bare chest, he flees from the kitchen and out of your sight.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Little One

Media - The Last Legion Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up) Couple - Romulus X Reader Reader - Eli Rating - 18+ ( Non Con/ Master & Slave / fondling /choking/ nudity/ bjs/ gaging) Word Count - 1603

Romulus grew quickly tired of his advisors and councillors. And as soon as the meeting was over he cursed them all for wasting his time and headed down to his private royal baths inside the palace of Rome. The place was grand and beautiful with large hot and cold pools fed by fountains of beautiful Roman goddesses. A sauna in one corner and a hot spring and waterfall out in the garden. A large Celestial mosaic on the ceiling.

the royal baths were manned by a single slave girl that Romulus had hand-picked, mostly using it as an excuse to have his own concubine which his councils denied him to have.

Hearing him enter Eli jumped up from her cushion and bowed. Her body bare with only a chain around her neck, "Your grace"

Romulus chuckled at the sight before him, his eyes lingering on the slave girl's curves as she rose from her seat. He strolled towards her, running a hand through his hair, “Ah, my Little One,” he said with a sly smile, “you look more radiant than ever today.” He reached out and gently lifted her chin, studying her face. “Tell me, what have you been doing since I left for my meeting? Anything interesting happen?” His fingers trailed down to her throat, tracing the curve of her neck where the chain rested.

"merely preparing and maintaining the baths your grace." She answered trying not to shiver as his hands trailed her chain "The hot and cool pools as usual, as well as the rose pool, salt pool and lavender."

Romulus's eyes sparkled with amusement, his thumb caressing the delicate metal. He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky “Oh, my Little One he whispered, “you're so diligent, aren't you? Maintaining the baths for me alone.” His gaze roamed over her face, drinking in every detail. His fingers tightened slightly on the chain, pulling her closer.

Eli gasped her naked body pressed completely against him. She fights the urge to bring her hands to her neck to pull and claw at the chain in desperation as it tightens around her neck but she holds her breath used to Romulus and his use of her.

Romulus's chest pressed against hers, his heart beating steadily as he gazed into her eyes. His grip on the chain remained firm, but not tight enough to cause harm... yet. He seemed to savour the moment, his lips inches from hers. “You know, my Little One” he murmured, “you're so obedient, so willing to serve me.” His words dripped with seduction, and his breath danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer still, their bodies almost one as they stood there, locked in a silent understanding. Romulus's mouth hovered above hers, his lips barely touching her skin as he spoke in a whisper. “Tell me, little one, what do you think I want right now?” His breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. As he waited for her response, his fingers tightened ever so slightly on the chain, causing her to gasp softly.

"to... To relax. And enjoy yourself... To complete desires. Your grace" she gasped as she slightly choked

Romulus's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched her struggle to breathe. He didn't release the chain, but instead, used it to slowly draw her closer, until their faces were inches apart. “I think you're right,” he whispered, “my desires need attending to.” His lips brushed against hers, a soft, gentle kiss.

But even as she responded to the touch, Romulus's grip on the chain remained firm, a reminder of the delicate balance of power between them. As he kissed her deeper, his free hand slipped beneath her hair, cupping the back of her head to hold her in place.

Romulus's tongue slid deeper into her mouth, exploring the contours of her lips as he deepened the kiss. His other hand drifted down her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips before coming to rest on the small of her back. As he broke the kiss, his breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate pace. His eyes burned with intensity, fixed on hers as he spoke in a low, husky tone. “I think it's time for you to attend to those desires of mine,” he said, “don't you agree, little one?”

"yes, your grace." She nodded

Romulus's gaze raked over her, his eyes lingering on the way her body submitted to him. “Now,” he whispered, “get on your knees.” As he spoke, he stepped back, creating space between them. His eyes never left hers, watching with an unblinking intensity as she complied with his command.

Eli gulped but nodded, she gently trembled as her naked body moved to her knees on the cold marble floor. And she looks up at him

Romulus's gaze met hers, his eyes burning with a fierce desire as he took in the sight of her kneeling before him. His chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate pace, his breathing heavy with anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and grasped the hem of his tunic, pulling it up over his head to reveal his torso. His hands dropped to his belt, releasing the ties as he spoke in a low, husky tone. “Now, little one,” he whispered, “Serve your emperor”

Eli nodded "Yes your grace" she moved closer and thought back her discomfort before licking his cock,

Romulus's eyes flashed with pleasure as her tongue made contact with his skin, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down his spine. His hands flexed, grasping for something to anchor himself to as he felt his legs weaken beneath him. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as she licked him, her movements slow and deliberate. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation wash over him, and for a moment, forgot about everything except the feel of her tongue on his skin. He moaned softly, the sound echoing off the walls as he pushed his hips forward, seeking more contact. His fingers dug into the marble behind him, leaving tiny crescent-shaped marks as he struggled to stay upright.

Eli slowly licked and widened her mouth until she took as much as she could and she began to softly suckle,

Romulus's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers as he felt her warm mouth envelop him. He groaned, the sound low and primal, as she began to suckle him. His hands tightened around the marble, his knuckles white with tension as he fought to keep himself upright. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto his nose as he breathed heavily. His hips jerked forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through him at the sensation.

Eli moaned in shock at his jerk Almost gagging at his cock being fully in her mouth but she thought back the tears and kept going

Romulus's eyes blazed with intensity as he watched her struggle to accommodate him, his jaw clenched in a mixture of pleasure and restraint. He felt a surge of power course through him, knowing that he was pushing her limits, testing her boundaries. His grip on the marble faltered, and for a moment, he teetered on the edge of losing control. But then, he regained his composure, his face twisting into a mask of ruthless determination. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to move, thrusting himself deeper into her mouth with a slow, deliberate pace. “Swallow,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing, “swallow every inch of me.”

Eli did her best not to gag or cry as he forcefully used her head she thought she'd be used to Romulus' treatment but even so, she still struggles.

Romulus's eyes flashed with triumph as he felt her resistance begin to crumble, her gag reflex threatening to overwhelm her. He leaned forward, his body tense with anticipation, as he watched her struggle to breathe around him. His grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place as he continued to thrust himself deeper into her mouth. With a sudden burst of speed, he rammed himself further down her throat, forcing a strangled gasp out of her.

Her hands flew up, grasping wildly at his thighs as she tried to push him away, but he held firm, his fingers digging deep into her scalp.

“You're mine,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, “and you'll swallow every last drop.” With a final, brutal thrust, Romulus emptied himself into her mouth, his seed spilling down her throat in hot, pulsating waves.

She choked and sputtered, her body convulsing as she struggled to expel the liquid from her.

Romulus's grip on her hair remained unyielding, holding her in place as he waited for her to finish swallowing.

Eli slowly swallowed everything and licked his cock and her lips clean before she pulled back "Are... Are you satisfied your grace?"

Romulus's chest heaved with exertion as he gazed down at her, his eyes burning with a fierce inner light. He seemed to savor the sight of her, his lips curling into a cruel smile as he regarded her submission. “For now,” he said, his voice low and husky, He reached out, his fingers closing around her chin as he tilted her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “But don't think this means you're free from my attentions yet,” he warned, his eyes glinting with menace. “There's still much more where that came from.”

Eli nodded and got to her feet. 

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Set Me Free Part 8/15

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Ruben and Carla have grown apart. With Rubens career taking off he leaves Portugal to live the life of his dreams, breaking Carla's heart doing so. Years later, upon his return home, Ruben learns that Carla has moved on, happily engaged to another man, but not any man, Ruben's childhood bully João Mendes.

Enjoy!

Ruben ran around the local stadium. He stopped counting how many laps he had done once his smartwatch died. After running he made his way onto the football pitch, a ball at his feet. He moved fast, trying to keep control of the ball. Defending was his job and Ruben was set to not let anybody through, that started with knowing how to keep the ball at his feet no matter what.

He wasn't good enough, not yet. Years of training and Ruben was still not good enough. He certainly hadn't been good enough to keep the love of his life. How could he expect to be good enough for his team? The European championship was due this summer and Ruben had a long way to go. He had to work harder.

His family had left him for the day. Ruben's mother in particular, couldn't stand it when he got like this. His behavior was compulsive. Instead of expressing his emotions, Ruben would head to the gym and push his body to its limits. His family worried about him, but never knew how to reach him. They saw him as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode from all the pent-up anger and stress. However, it's what made him the man he is today. That and other things.

"Hello, anybody home?"

"In here!" Ruben shouted.

He stood in the kitchen preparing his post-workout shake whilst waiting for the sauna to heat up. Emerging footsteps were heard out on the patio, followed by a sun kissed Santina popping her head through the glass doors.

"I thought that was you running up and down the street." She smiled. "Are you training for a marathon or something?"

Ruben shrugged his shoulders and took a swing of his shake. "I'm just trying to stay in shape." He said.

"You, stay in shape?" Santina invited herself in, her eyes wandering shamelessly to the pecks of Ruben's sweaty muscles as he stood shirtless before her. "Come on Ruben, you're built like a sculpture, what more do you want?"

He chuckled.

"I bet you can't do pilates though. I'm good for a spread eagle now that the studio in my house is fully renovated."

"A spread eagle?" Ruben frowned.

Santina glared at him seductively. "I'd show you how I do it but...."

"But?"

"But Carla is my friend so...."

Ruben flinched at the name. A grimace that did not go unnoticed by Santina.

"I saw you talking to her at the party." She said, resting her elbows on the kitchen Island and grinning when Ruben's eyes shamelessly diverged to her ass. "You left kind of early after that."

"Yeah, I was not...." Ruben scratched the back of his head, his gaze returning to hers. "I guess you can say I suddenly felt sick to my stomach." And he still felt sick. Not even the aching pain from working out so hard could mend what he felt inside. The fact that Carla wanted nothing to do with him was simply killing him from the inside out.

Ruben cleared his throat. "Was there anything you needed?"

Santina perked up. "No, not really."

With Ruben's success he had moved his family into a gated community. Santina had become their new neighbor as she lived down the street in the home that her family left her in their will.

"Alright, well I'm about to head into the sauna." He pointed.

"Cool. Mind if I join?"

It wasn't a question. Santina pushed off the kitchen Island and strutted down the hallway, peeling off the laces to her top as she did.

Ruben sighed but bent down to pick up the trail of her clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the bathroom sink. The glass doors to the sauna were foggy, with Santina hiding inside of it. Ruben stepped out of his shorts and boxers before opening the door, welcoming the heat.

"What took you so long?"

Santina sat with her knees to her chin, head leaning back against the wall. She sat up as Ruben stepped up to her, his hand reaching to her lips.

"No talking during."

She smiled, "As you wish."

Ruben's hand went to the back of her neck, aligning her head with his erect cock. Santina's eyes widened at the sight of it, already pulsating in his hand.

She obeyed his wishes by not talking during, however Ruben imagined it hard for her to do anything with his dick in her mouth.

She squinted her eyes, tears running down the side of her face as he fucked her mouth, making her gag as he did.

"Good girl." He grunted.

Santina was no quitter either, swallowing his seed with the audacity to look up at him and smile as it went down her throat.

She had a hot body, no doubt about that. However Ruben was afraid that he would go soft seeing her face. There was nothing peculiar about her face, it just didn't belong to the woman that he loved. Nevertheless, Santina didn't mind getting fucked from behind, something told Ruben that she preferred it. She arched her back with his every stroke, gripping the wood and moaning like a maniac as he knocked his hips against hers. She had him coming within seconds. It would be embarrassing, however Ruben couldn't care less.

"We're done here." He said, falling back against the wood.

Santina nodded and made her way out of the sauna, letting out some of the fog. Ruben sat with his legs spread and glistening sweat dripping down his torso. He was still hard, so hard. Nothing did it for him these days. No other woman could satisfy him anymore. He was being a tad dramatic, but if Carla didn't want him Ruben would quit women altogether. He needed to focus on football anyway and now he could do that without looking back.

The wood burned his back as he slumped down against it. Ruben groand as he grabbed his dick, squeezing it in the palm of his hand. He stroked it slowly up and down, trying to picture her face behind his closed eyelids. "Carla." He moaned. Along with upping the tempo of the stroking of his cock. His biceps clenched, already tired from his workout earlier. He pushed through, biting down on his lip as he did.

Her name escaped his lips when he came.

He felt pathetic.

Ruben felt pathetic and disgusting. He was careless too, having fucked Santina without a condom. But who knows, maybe she could have his baby? Ruben wanted nothing more than a family of his own. But if it wasn't with Carla perhaps it was never meant to be.

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[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Plant, have you read Jia Tolentino’s Trick Mirror? She nails it. Read this part and think of Meghan Markle. This is everything!

The two biggest families in politics and culture today—the Trumps and the Kardashians—have risen to the top of the food chain because of their keen understanding of how little substance is required to package the self as an endlessly monetizable asset. In fact, substance may actually be anathema to the game. And with that, the applause roars, the iPhone cameras start snapping, and the keynote speaker at the women’s empowerment conference comes onstage.

Sophia Amouroso’s brand of “Girlboss Feminism,” and Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In brought in an era of CEO capitalism as a type of feminism.] #GIRLBOSS is an extended exercise in motivational personal branding … [the memoir implies that] becoming successful is a feminist project. The basic idea here is that, for women, photogenic personal confidence is the key to unlocking the riches of the world. The Girlboss Rallies [pay to attend conferences] are supposed to work the same way: you pay to network, to photograph yourself against millennial-pink and neon backdrops, to take the first step toward becoming the sort of person who would be invited to speak onstage. This is meant to scan as a deeply feminist endeavor, and it generally does, at least to its participants, who have been bombarded for many years with the spurious, embarrassing, and limitlessly seductive sales pitch that feminism means, first and foremost, the public demonstration of getting yours.

A politics built around getting and spending money is sexier than a politics built around politics. And so, at a time of unprecedented freedom and power for women, at a time when we were more poised than ever to understand our lives politically, we got, instead of expanded reproductive protections and equal pay and federally mandated family leave and subsidized childcare and a higher minimum wage, the sort of self-congratulatory empowerment feminism that corporations can get behind, the kind that comes with merchandise—mugs that said “Male Tears,” T-shirts that said “Feminist as Fuck.” (In 2017, Dior sold a “We Should All Be Feminists” shirt for $710.) We got conferences, endless conferences—a Forbes women’s conference, a Tina Brown women’s conference, a Cosmopolitan Fun Fearless Females conference. We got Arianna Huffington’s Thrive Global, which aims to end the “stress and burnout epidemic” through selling corporate webinars and a $65 velvet-lined charging station that helps you keep your smartphone away from your bed. We got the full-on charlatan Miki Agrawal, who was regularly given media tongue-baths on the subject of Thinx, her line of period panties, until it was revealed that Agrawal, who proudly called herself a “She-E-O,” was abusive to her employees and didn’t know much or care about feminism at all. We got, instead of the structural supports and safety nets that would actually make women feel better on a systematic basis, a bottomless cornucopia of privatized nonsolutions: face serums, infrared saunas, wellness gurus like Gwyneth Paltrow, who famously suggested putting stone eggs in one’s vagina, or Amanda Chantal Bacon, whose company Moon Juice sells 1.5-ounce jars of “Brain Dust” for $38. On the wings of market-friendly feminism, the idea that personal advancement is a subversive form of political progress has been accepted as gospel. The trickiest thing about this idea is that it is incomplete and insufficient without being entirely wrong. The feminist scammer rarely sets out to scam anyone, and would argue, certainly, that she does belong in this category. She just wants to be successful, to gain the agency that men claim so easily, to have the sort of life she wants. She should be able to have that, shouldn’t she? The problem is that a feminism that prioritizes the individual will always, at its core, be at odds with a feminism that prioritizes the collective. The problem is that it is so easy today for a woman to seize upon an ideology she believes in and then exploit it, or deploy it in a way that actually runs counter to that ideology. That is in fact exactly what today’s ecosystem of success encourages a woman to do.

Heading out, but posting this so I don’t lose it.

[satureja13]

While Jack and Vlad complete their training, Kiyoshi, Grogu and the Jedi Master discuss the 'Ultimate Question of the Life, the Universe, and Everything' (write the answer in the comments ;)

The food is taking a while, so the Twi'leks suggested they could take a shower and go to the sauna.

Dammit. Kiyoshi is doing his demon seduction thing again! Like an incubus! No! Like a Sith he is tempting him to come over to the dark side! And Jack can't resist him!

Vlad: "I'm going to spend some time in the Holo Library after the sauna. Will you two be ok?" Kiyoshi: "Sure. I'll take care of Jack." Jack: ö.Ö'

And while Vlad was happily studying in the library...

...Kiyoshi took Jack over to the hot tub...

It's their third woohoo. They deserved something special <3

I never knew the woohoo in the hot tub is so hot!

And then reality hit again... Kiyoshi: "They are waiting for us with dinner. I go first." sigh...

Rubyn from 'Mos Verdantis' came over and invited them for the '40 Years Episode 6' festivities next month.

Victory Celebration Theme from Episode 6 with scenes from the Movie

TMI Rubyn was adult Ji Ho's first love in another universe ö.ö

From the Beginning   ~  Underwater Love   ~  Latest

[kingakryn]

It’s called a snowball effect

A Rengoku fanfic by Kaen Homura

Warning : angst, fluff, smut, switch rengoku, bj

Ah yes, Summer, Rengoku’s favorite time of year, when the flowers are in bloom, the sun shines bright and when it’s the warmest time of year. This was also his favorite time of year for training as he was able to do his waterfall training without freezing, afterwards he’d soak in his private estate’s hot springs for a while to relax his muscles. 

His day of training was over, after sharpening his skills as per usual he walked towards the hot springs for a long soak. Y/n had just got done cleaning the estate, she felt she could use a nice relaxing bath. After putting away the cleaning supplies and double checking the estate to make sure it was clean she proceeded to the private sauna. Steam was pouring through the door, something that doesn’t usually happen unless the vents were closed for some reason. As she opened the door she saw that recognizable golden hair and red tips. It was her Burnin Flame, Rengoku ! 

Rengoku had heard the door open, causing him to become alert to the situation. He turned his head around with a raised eyebrow as to what or who could be disturbing him while he was relaxing. Much to his surprise his Little Flame came through the doorway and his expression quickly changed from curiosity to joy at the sight of her. “Care to join me my darling?” he asked gently, not in his usual booming voice. The man was in a total state of zen relaxing. “I’ll be in soon, I just have to undress.” Y/n responded with her usual soft tone. 

When y/m was done undressing she walked over to the springs and slowly walked into the hot water so that her body can get used to the sudden temperature change. Rengoku heard her walking towards the bath, he leaned his head forward and opened one eye slightly to see his Darling Flame. “Welcome in, Little Flame, enjoy yourself, the water is just right.” He stated as he proceeded to lean his head back, closing his eyes. “Thank you, Kyojuro.” Y/n said kindly as she sat a few feet away from her lover. 

           The two of them rested for a few minutes, but y/n couldn’t help but constantly look at Rengoku’s large chest and chiseled arms. Her mind began to wander, and so did her eyes as she looked over his entire body, covering every square inch of it as her eyes drifted lower. “His body must have been sculpted by the Gods, he’s so fine.” She thought to herself. She couldn’t help herself but to move closer to him. She did her best to move closer without him noticing, but the sound and movement of the water gave her away. “What are you doing, Little Flame? Is the water not to your liking ?” He asks worriedly. He caught onto her red blushing face as he responded in a burly somewhat seductive manner as he looked at her with a low-lid side-eye “Or did you just want to get closer to me.” 

Her face just went from a pink blush to bright red in embarrassment that he caught onto her deeds. “M-maybe, I just really like being close to you Kyo, I hate to be away from you and I want you arms around me.” She said in a somber tone. “Awe, don’t be sad Little One, I’ll always be there for you. You have nothing to worry about. Come here and sit next to me, we can relax closer together, I don’t mind it one bit.” He said with a super caring tone and bright smile. He wrapped his arm across her back and to her side pulling her in close to him. He rested his muscular arm over her shoulder and held her hand. “Thank you, Kyo. I love you.” Y/n said under her breath as she leaned into his chest. “I love you too my Dear.” Kyojuro whispered as he laid a kiss upon her head. 

That one little kiss and his action of pulling her in close to him got her super flustered and excited her so much. She slid her hand onto his lower thigh. Rengoku’s eyes tightened as he just simply tried to ignore it. “It was just an accident, she didn’t mean to lay her hand on my thigh.” He just thought to himself. Since he didn’t react to that touch, y/n very lightly and slowly up his thigh and grazed a finger past his shaft, sliding up his little patch of fuzz. Rengoku’s body immediately reacted as his thighs suddenly clenched shut and his eyes widened. She decides to play with him more by sliding her hand up his shaft and toying with his tip. Without warning Rengoku stood up and turned to stand in front of y/n as he held her wrists back. His face wa flushed red, looking desperate and hungry. “Little fl-flame. We can't do this. Not, not h-ere.” he said very breathily. He let go of her wrists and leaned down picking her up bridal style to walk up the stairs exiting the bath. He grabbed a towel and wrapped her in it to dry his darling Firefly off before he dried himself off. “Let's go somewhere more, uhm, more private my Little Flame.” as Kyojuro picked her back up and carried her to the room. 

As soon as he got to the room he closed the door behind him by pushing it shit with his foot and layed y/n on her back upon the bed. He climbed on top of her, hands at the sides of her head and legs bridging over hers. His face was still red. He couldn’t help himself but lean down to kiss her. Y/n had anticipated the kiss and she had placed her hand on the sides of his head entangling her fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a searing kiss. Kyojuro pulled back to kiss her again but this time y/n kept his face close to hers, her lips opened slightly and Kypjuro took his chance to glide his tongue into her mouth as the sound of wet kisses filled the room Kyojuro started to move down lower with his tender sweet kisses. As he moved down her jaw to the neck, leaving little love bites behind, trailing lower to her chest, y/n grabbed hold of his shoulders pushing his back. A worried look came across Kyojuro’s face, assuming he had done something wrong or something she did not like. “What is it, Little Flame. Did I do something not to your liking?” Kyojuro asked with a worried tone. “No, you didn’t sweetheart. It’s just that I would like a turn this time around. Can you sit on the edge of the bed for me? Pretty please?” Y/n had said with puppy eyes and an eager tone. 

Kyojuro got off on top of y/n and sat on the edge of the bed, curious and surprised at what is to come, since she usually never takes charge in the room. “Spread 'em.” Y/n demands as she points down at the man's legs. Kyojuro does as commanded, but he’s never been in such a vulnerable position. His ears go red as looks down at the corner floor of the room with a flustered look on his face. Y/n softly grabs hold of his chin making the man look up at her. “Ah ah ah, you have to focus on me my dear and enjoy it.” Y/n said as she looked into his eyes with a devious smile. The vixen in front of him knelt to her knees, on one leg she lightly glided her hand up and down his inner thigh, knowing how sensitive it is. With the other she stroked him to get him going. “Nng~ My LIttle Flame, your hand feels so good. Don’t stop.” Kyojuro whimpered and requested. With a few pumps of her hand she stopped, and rested her hand on his other thigh. Y/n opened her mouth and her warm breath laid upon his tip as it twitched and dribbled pre-cum. Y/n stuck out her tongue and lapped it slowly on the slit to taste him. “Ahh mnn~ Firefly don’t toy with me.” the blonde begged. Y/n placed her mouth over his tip and swirled her tongue around it as she began to bob her head up and down. The moans coming from Kyojuro let her know that she’s doing a good job with him. She kept bobbing her head at a moderate pace but Kyo wanted more. He gently placed his hand upon y/n’s head and bobbed her head faster, in response she moved one of her hands to his sack and began fondling his balls. “Ohh nngh~ R-right there Little Flame, keep going. You're such a good girl for me aren’t you.” He breathily moaned out loud. You loved hearing your man moan, it was always the best to hear his voice like that. 

He was bobbing your head at an impossible speed, gagging on his giant throbbing member as it took up all the space in your throat. “Your mouth is so warm, so wet, and so tight.” he said seductively with heavy breaths. As he continued face fucking you your moans vibrated on his cock as he came closer and closer to his climax. “Mnn ah~ Y-y/n I’m close, I’m so close.” Kyojuro gave you a look of desperation as you sucked him off. He bobbed your head a little faster as he climaxed into your cavity as his warm sticky semen coated the back of your throat and the roof of your mouth with some dripping down your chin, his cock now limp. Quickly you got off his dick and stood up as you held his chin and head with both hands kissing him passionately as you snowballed him, forcing him to taste himself. His eyes went wide so fast in reaction to this sudden movement of hers. “Mmn, mm, ah, *puah*” he moaned out as he tried to pull away from the kiss, but y/n kept his face to hers until she was done. She leaned back in for another kiss keeping his semen in his mouth. His body was tense but as she continued the kiss she felt him submit to her as his body went limp. As Kyojuro got a taste of himself he realized he wasn't bitter or salty at all, he was very sweet. It must be from all the sweet potatoes he eats. As his body went limp he slowly started to lean backwards and had his Little Flame towering over him. “You’re such a good boy for me my darling fire.” Y/n said, almost out of breath. “So I did a good job, my little flame?” Kyo responded with his own seed drippin down the side of his cheek and a fucked out expression. 

After their session they cleaned up and fell asleep cuddling naked to the soft summer breeze. 

[newfallstrangeleaves]

So just found your stuff, and I loved reading vortex! And oo Aaron and the strawberries 🥹. It's just all so good!

Oh, thank you!!! I still get so happy whenever someone says they like something I write (or just do in general) 

But I do really like to write about Aaron and Dylan, they are both really emotional characters just in different ways hehe. 

Speaking of Dylan.

I just had this dream the other night about this guy who was helping me with a party. I needed pots for some reason and he was helping me move them with his car (it was an unholy amount of pots). Then everything got so flirtatious and I asked what he wanted in return for helping me. He said "you" and then I asked, "in what way?" He didn't really want to answer that and said that it was up to me. 

Then I said that I wanted to see him at the party and when he asked why I answered with "Because I like you~" 

Then there was some part with me being attacked by a cat. Just imagine walking away being all seductive saying "I'll see you then." And then a cat comes and beats you up. 

There was also a segment before the party that I was about to get robbed but that's not that interesting.

Then the party started, the guy showed up, we moved to a private area (Which was an old sauna in the basement) and started to make out. He was all nice and wanted to put his jacket under me so I wouldn't be cold on the floor. 

THEN in the middle of undressing this other guy showed up and got all pissed that we were having a thing and pulled me out. Then they got in a fight, which was kind of just one punch and then it was over. The first guy lost and despite my protests, the other guy pulled me away dramatically.

Gave Dylan vibes to me idk. Don't think he would be flirting but would definitely help move the pots.

[rubberizer92]

🔥 Miguel: The Art of Seduction 🔥

In the steamy heat of the sauna, Miguel sits like a sculpture brought to life—every muscle carved with precision, each tattoo an invitation to explore the story etched onto his skin. The warmth of the steam only amplifies his allure, droplets tracing over his powerful chest and down his abs, making his bronzed skin glisten in the dim light. He knows the effect he has, that piercing gaze daring you to come closer, to let yourself be pulled into his intoxicating aura.

But it doesn’t end there. With a slow, deliberate touch, his hand moves up, gliding over his chest, fingers lingering on the hard contours as if savoring every inch of his own strength. Then, with a teasing grin, his hand slides lower, a subtle yet unmistakable gesture that’s as seductive as it is confident, drawing your gaze and leaving you breathless.

Miguel’s presence is pure temptation, a sensual blend of strength and seduction, a man who knows exactly how to keep you on the edge.

How would you handle a moment alone in the sauna with him? Tell us in the comments! 🔥😈

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[bahbzxxx]

Disclaimer: this is just for lolsies don't cancel me

If venti simps all around the world got together, I'm willing to bet it would kind of be like a cult gathering of nymphs in a secret asthetic sauna cavern somewhere vibing, clothing optional, lying around blowing bubbles at each other and doing each other's hair until a barbarian man-thing shows up(Dottore) and then we all start crying and trying to expose of it like it's a piece of lint or something and throw our magic seashells and spears at it until Lord Barbatos comes in and beautifully strangles him to death. Then we all start to fawn over him and lay all over him and kindly take turns thanking him according to our favorite body part of his.

One may be latching into his leg and the other...I'll let them explain yea

(Btw he marks us all in those sexy turquoise markings of his cause that's sexy)

If one venti isn't enough lwts just say each of us has our own version of Venti (cause technically we all do)

Or we could all get into silly comical fights where we rip each other's hair out over who gets to feed him grapes seductively or who gets to fan him

Doesn't that sound fun

Doesn't that sound like hell and fun at the same time

[aziraphales-library]

HI I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT SO MUCCCCHHHHHH

Do you know if there's an au with the movie "10 things i hate about you"? Thank you in advance!!!!!!🩷🩷🩷

Hello and thank you! There's one completed fic and one unfinished likely abandoned fic...

Hell Is Just A Sauna by izzyxhands (T)

Crowley didn’t know whether to be disgusted, or impressed. The nature of Gabriel’s suggestion was bordering on demonic, and Crowley was nothing if not a little sinful. But being paid to go out with someone—with Aziraphale—just so Gabriel could get his rocks off with some girl? It felt, for a lack of being soft, wrong.

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In other words, the plot of 10 Things I Hate About You, but ineffable.

Heaven To Touch by orphan_account (E) (WIP)

“Seduction, of course, is an option,” Beelzebub continues, oblivious to Crowley’s broken brain. “We would like to see him fall. How you get there is unimportant.”

- Mod D