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heejake-hoon · 5 months ago

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Enhypen hyung line and cockwarming (mdni)

A.N: this ended up longer than i intended sorry TT. Also i don't like the way this turned out but anyways, enjoy 🧡🧡 also this is not proofread.

Heeseung:

You kneel on the plush carpet between Heeseung's spread thighs, breath already coming in shallow pants in anticipation. His big screen is illuminating his handsome features in a soft blue glow as he fiddles with his controller, getting set up for an intense gaming session.

With a subtle raise of his hips, Heeseung silently signals you to take your position - the only warmth and comfort he'll need during his digital battles. Eagerly leaning in, you mouth along the impressive bulge tenting his thin shorts, nuzzling against the thick, heated outline of his half-hard cock through the soft fabric.

"There's my good little cockwarmer," he rumbles in approval, large hand instinctively drifting down to caress the back of your head as you lap hot kitten licks up his rapidly stiffening shaft. The heavy, intoxicating scent of Heeseung's virile musk surrounds you in a thick, arousing fog.

With deft motions, you slip his shorts out of the way just enough to free his growing erection, the thick, veiny length springing out to slap heavily against his chiseled abdomen. An involuntary mewl of desperation escapes as you drink in the magnificent sight - plush lips parting in greedy anticipation.

"Easy there, pet," Heeseung chuckles, amused arousal glinting in his dark gaze as he hooks a thumb into the corner of your willing mouth to pull it wider. "You're doing such a good job slobbering all over my cock already."

Whining around the thick digit stretching your lips open, you lean in to engulf the swollen, spongy head between your slickened lips as Heeseung's attention has already returned to the game. His cock throbs heavily on your greedy tongue, the rich flavor of his pre-cum already beading on the tapered tip.

You slurp it up hungrily as your head begins to bob in a well-practiced rhythm, contentedly working your hand in concert with your mouth to slather every impressive inch in saliva. This is one of your favorite duties - to take good care of Heeseung's magnificent cock while stoking his arousal on low-simmer as he focuses on other matters.

Once he's sheathed to the hilt in the tight, wet heat of your willing throat, you simply hold there and let his impressive girth rest heavily on your dexterous tongue. Your senses narrow to the steady pulse of his fat cock in your mouth, the rise and fall of his clenched abdominals as he breathes through a particularly intense gaming sequence.

When his character pulls off a flawless, multi-kill combo, Heeseung growls out a gruff "Fuck yeah!" and impulsively ruts his hips upward to stuff the rigid column down your convulsing throat. You gag harshly, drool sputtering around the seal of your lips as you forcibly repress your gag reflex.

"Good girl," he pants raggedly, eyes still locked on the bright screen even as he starts to brutally face-fuck you - thick, slurping thrusts of cock pumping against the back of your mouth. "Get nice and ready for my fat load while I kick some ass..."

The intensity of Heeseung's thrusts steadily builds as he gets more and more worked up over his game, each successful kill or close shave fueling the savage jolts of his hips. Your eyes are rolling back helplessly, saliva pooling around his pistoning shaft to drool obscenely down your chin. All you can do is cling to his powerful thighs and desperately breathe through your nose whenever he pulls back enough to allow a sliver of air.

"Fuck yes, taking my cock like a perfect little cumdump," he growls without looking down, the wet squelches of rigid meat slamming against your gasping lips adding to the cacophony. Every nerve is set alight from the brutal overstimulation, your own slick drenching your thighs with each punishing face-fuck.

When a massive combo culminates in victory, Heeseung roars out his excitement and tightens his grip on your scalp, utterly taking control. He hammers into your mouth with wild, punishing abandon, the heavy impact of his full sac pounding your chin making your eyes water.

"Open up wide and get ready, whore," he snarls, right on the cusp of climax. "I'm gonna make sure you're overflowing with my thick seed all the way down your sloppy gullet..."

With a hoarse shout, Heeseung's hips seize as he holds you impaled fully on his cock. You feel the first hot, syrupy blast of cum erupting directly into your abused throat - thick, potent ropes continuing to pulse out in an endless, stifling deluge. He doesn't pull out until his softening cock stops twitching, leaving your entire mouth, throat and chin caked with his pearly spend.

Jay:

You settled obediently between Jay's muscular thighs under his desk, already feeling a rush of arousal as his musky male scent surrounded you. His thick cock hung heavily from the open vee of his suit pants, the flushed head glistening with a bead of precum.

Licking your lips, you leaned in and dragged the flat of your tongue along the underside of his shaft in one long, torturous lick from root to tip. Jay sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers stilling on the keyboard briefly. Encouraged, you swirled your tongue around the swollen crown, teasing the slit until more of the salty fluid leaked out.

"Fuck..." Jay breathed out a groan as you lathed the engorged head with kitten licks. "Been thinking about this sweet mouth all day, baby."

You hummed in delight and finally parted your lips, taking the bulbous tip into your wet heat. Inch by delicious inch, you sank down on his throbbing length until the coarse hair at the base tickled your nose and his impressive girth stretched your lips obscenely wide.

Keeping your movements tantalizingly slow, you massaged the underside with the strong muscles of your tongue as you pulled back up to suckle at the sensitive crown. Jay cursed again, one large hand dropping to fist in your hair as you set an agonizing rhythm.

"That's it, sweetheart... Gonna keep my cock nice and warmed up down that greedy little throat," he growled, the gravelly timbre of his voice sending a shiver of need through you.

You whimpered around his thick shaft, your core clenching needily. Drool quickly escaped the corners of your stretched lips, but you were too far gone to care about being messy. All that mattered was pleasuring your lover and feeling his heavy cock sliding between your lips.

Jay's grip tightened in your hair as his hips began rolling slowly in time with your bobs, his tip nudging the back of your throat with each shallow thrust. Determined to take him deeper, you focused on relaxing your mind and muscles, allowing him to ease further into your convulsing channel.

"Oh fuck... Gonna lose my mind feeling you swallow around me like that," he groaned, his free hand still typing intermittently.

Salty precum flooded your senses as his cock throbbed and jumped on your tongue. You moaned around the girthy stretch, the vibrations making Jay shudder and bottom out in your spasming throat.

Emboldened, you fondled and massaged his heavy sac, reveling in his ragged curses and the tight grip in your hair. His movements grew more erratic, his breathing harsh,

until finally Jay pushed his chair back from the desk. You pulled off his spit-slicked cock with a messy slurp, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes and swollen lips.

"Up here. Now," he growled, voice rough with need as his intense gaze roamed over your disheveled state.

You scrambled eagerly into his lap, grinding your dripping core against the rigid length trapped between your bodies. Jay captured your lips in a searing kiss, his clever tongue plundering your mouth as he yanked impatiently at your clothes.

Soon you were naked from the waist down, skirt shoved up around your waist as Jay's thick cockhead nudged insistently at your sodden entrance. You whimpered into the filthy kiss, shamelessly chasing friction by circling your hips.

"You want this big cock filling you up?" Jay rasped against your lips, calloused fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass to grind the weeping tip through your slick folds.

"Please, please..." you babbled shamelessly, rolling your hips to take him deeper with each teasing pass.

Chuckling darkly at your wanton Display, Jay shifted his grip and hauled you down in one smooth thrust, impaling you completely on his impressive length. You threw your head back with a broken cry, feeling so deliciously full and stretched around his thick shaft.

He gave you no time to adjust before setting a punishing pace, his rigid cock sawing in and out of your fluttering, cream-soaked channel. The lewd noises of skin slapping against skin and your high-pitched mewls of pleasure filled the room as he used you for his gratification.

Overwhelming sensations blazed along every nerve. Your nails scored desperate lines down Jay's back, his harsh grunts and the drag of his cock against your over-sensitized inner walls driving you swiftly toward delirium.

"That's it, sweetheart, gonna fill up this greedy little cunt," Jay snarled, his hips pistoning with relentless force. "Take my load like a good girl."

Jake:

Jake let out a frustrated groan as he stared down at the textbook open in front of him on the desk. He'd been trying to focus on his college homework for what felt like hours, but his mind kept wandering. Until you crawled into his lap and slowly impaled yourself on his thick length.

"Fuck..." he hissed out between clenched teeth as your scorching heat enveloped him in one agonizing descent. "Supposed to help me concentrate, not drive me crazy, babygirl."

You shuddered at the harsh rasp of his voice against your ear, already feeling his heavy cock start to swell and harden further within your fluttering walls. Per your agreement, you stilled completely, your slick internal muscles gently massaging his throbbing length.

Jake tried valiantly to turn his attention back to the books and papers strewn in front of him, but the obscene stretch and smoldering heat gripping his dick made it impossible to focus. He hadn't realized just how deliciously torturous this idea would be.

His cock twitched forcefully inside you as rivulets of arousal trickled down your trembling thighs, soaking the material of his sweats where your pelvis met his. He bit out a muffled curse, fists clenching on the desktop.

"So fucking tight..." Jake ground out, hips flexing with the slightest abortive thrust before he caught himself, teeth gritted.

You couldn't bite back the whimper at the electrifying burst of sensation, already feeling drunk on the heavy stretch and throbbing heat spearing you open. Your pussy clenched greedily around his solid invasion, fluttering and muscles rippling in a desperate milking motion.

Jake dropped his head against the back of the chair with a broken groan, muscles tense and cords of tendons straining in his neck as he fought to remain still. Every flex and convulsive grip of your inner walls had his toes curling, so close to losing control.

One large hand dropped between your parted thighs to stroke through the copious arousal coating your folds and trailing down his taint in lewd rivulets. He gathered the musky essence, coating his fingers before bringing them to swirl around your swollen clit.

The electric jolt caused you to clench harshly around his throbbing cock, frantic choked whimpers spilling from your lips. That only encouraged Jake, fingertips working tight, frenzied circles against the throbbing bundle of nerves.

You were reduced to a mewling wreck of sensation, body practically vibrating with pent-up need as Jake ruthlessly stroked you higher while locking himself in an iron rigid line of restraint behind you.

"Fuck, fuck, you feel so goddamn good," he growled against the sweaty curve of your neck, the words ragged torture. "Need to move so fucking bad..."

White-hot pleasure licked down your limbs, muscles growing taut as a bowstring as you barrelled toward the precipice. Jake captured your desperate cries on his tongue, one hand still stroking your clit as the other fisted in your hair to angle your mouth for a soul-scorching kiss.

The whiplash of ecstasy ricocheted between your joined bodies in an endless feedback loop of pure hedonistic bliss until the swirling vortex of rapture finally broke, crashing over you both in shattering waves.

Your pussy clamped down like a vise, convulsing and gushing around his iron length as Jake's restraint snapped utterly in your climax. A broken roar tore from his chest as he finally unleashed himself, jackknifing his hips to drive his cock in hard, pounding strokes through your fluttering, spasming core.

Jake painted your milking walls with his scorching seed, his cock throbbing and jerking with each thick pulse. Neither of you slowed or softened your delirious thrashing until his balls were drained and your honey was smeared in obscene streaks across the bulging cords of his flexing abdomen.

It felt like an eternity before you finally collapsed, boneless and quivering against Jake's heaving chest. The hoarse groan that escaped him was utterly satisfied as his softening length slipped free with a lush gush of combined release.

"No fucking way I can focus on homework after that," he rasped, voice gravelly with spent lust.

Sunghoon:

The thick bulge in Sunghoon's pants was already straining against the material as he slid into the driver's seat of his car. With a heated look, he crooked his finger at you. "Get that sweet ass over here, baby."

You hurried to obey, eagerly climbing into his lap and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Sunghoon's big hands were rough as they gripped your hips, yanking you firmly against the rigid line of his trapped cock.

"Need to be inside this greedy little hole..." he growled, biting sharply at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

You whimpered at the delicious sting, grinding shamelessly against the promise of his thick length as he hurriedly unfastened both your pants. With your leggings pushed down to your thighs, Sunghoon's cock sprang free - flushed, veiny and leaking at the tip.

Licking your lips, you reached between your bodies to grasp the velvety steel of his shaft. Sunghoon hissed as you smeared the pearling bead of precum from his slit and used it to slick the way.

You both moaned in unison as you slowly sank down on his rigid heat, his thickness stretching you so deliciously wide. Once fully sheathed, his cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside your clenching channel.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Sunghoon bit out, flexing his hips to work his cock deeper.

Crying out at the intense stimulation, you clenched around the thick, sensitive head as he started the car. The heavy throb of the engine only enhanced the shockwaves of pleasure sparking through your core with every lurch of the vehicle.

Bracing his hands on your waist, Sunghoon effortlessly held you impaled as he navigated the streets. He grunted every time you clenched around him, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks.

The obscene stretch and slide of his cock in your aching pussy made your thighs tremble. You couldn't help but squirm and rock in his lap, desperately chasing more delicious friction while he drove.

"Keep that greedy cunt still," Sunghoon growled in warning, one hand leaving your hip to lash across your ass. The sharp smack of flesh on flesh made you jolt and whimper. "Or you're gonna get this dick jackhammering into you at every red light."

Despite his threat, his chest was heaving with ragged breaths, giving away how turned on he was at feeling you clench convulsively around his embedded length. Still, you forced yourself to stillness, mewling pitifully as torturous tingles sparked along your over-sensitized nerves.

Finally, Sunghoon slammed on the brakes at a red light, the rough jolt making you cry out in blissful torment. His grip on your hips wasbruising as he hauled you up until just the thick tip remained stretching your entrance.

Time seemed to still as you whined and thrashed, hole clenching greedily around his crown, desperate for more of his thick cock splitting you open. You stared into Sunghoon's lust-darkened eyes, feeling delirious and wanton.

"You want it?" he rasped, the single worded question somehow filthier than any elaborate dirty talk. You could only nod frantically.

Then he slammed you back down, burying his entire punishing length in one brutal stroke as you screamed in euphoria. Any sense of rhythm or restraint shattered in the wake of his pounding thrusts and hoarse grunts of exertion.

His cock plunged wildly in and out of your spasming, cream-slicked channel, using your body shamelessly for his own release. The lewd sounds of harsh skin slapping mixed with strangled moans and muffled curses filled the car.

Every intrusion of his thick cock battered against your over-stimulated inner walls, dragging agonizing shrieks of pleasure from your raw throat. You lost yourself to delirium, body seized and convulsing without control.

Sunghoon didn't let up, relentlessly hammering his rigid length through your shuddering inner-vice. With a guttural roar, his pace turned frantic and hips stuttered erratically. Scorching ropes of his release flooded and stretched your pummeled hole, his cock jerking with each obscene pulse.

The burning heat of his seed seemed to sear along your sensitized nerves, triggering your own devastating climax. Every muscle locked as you shattered apart with a wail, cunt spasming wildly to milk every last drop from Sunghoon's cock.

Eyes glassy with residual bliss, you can barely move when he effortlessly hauls you up until just the swollen tip of his cock is caught in your fluttering entrance. But then the light turns red once more.

Sunghoon doesn't say a word, just brutally sheathes his entire length inside you again with one punishing thrust. The scream rips from your raw throat unbidden as he pulls almost all the way out and slams home again.

And again. And again - brutal and relentless.

You flail and claw at his shoulders, deliriously overstimulated, but he just pins your wrists against the steering wheel with one iron grip. His free hand at your hip is merciless, controlling the angle and force as he pile-drives his cock into your helplessly convulsing cunt.

The slick sounds of his pistoning thrusts are obscenely loud with each rapid stroke through your mess of mingled juices. The entire car shakes and rocks from the force of his assault as he ruins your battered hole on his thick cock.

Tears stream from your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation. Your voice gives out into hoarse whimpers punctuated by the lewd squelching between your bodies.

You can do nothing but take the ruthless reaming, gasping like a landed fish each time his hips slam home and jackhammer his dick fully into your spasming depths. Each inward stroke seems to punch deeper - stretching, battering, ruining.

Just when you're certain you can't handle another second of his savage possession, just when wavering darkness invades the corners of your vision...

The light turns green.

Sunghoon instantly drags you fully down onto his cock again, grinding deep as you sob around the thick pulse and throb of his length locked inside you. He lets out a rumbling growl of satisfaction at your pitiful whimpers.

"Hold it in, sweetheart," he rasps into the sweaty curve of your neck. "Not a drop can spill from that pretty, ruined cunt."

You choke back a wail as he uses his grip on your wrists to make you grind in tiny circles on the base of his cock. The torturous movement has it dragging and shifting through your swollen, abused walls, smearing his seed deeper.

Every muscle shivers and clenches, desperately trying to obey his filthy command. You're his cockwarming fleshlight, forced immobile and impaled while he resumes driving.

At the first roll of the next red light, he rewards you by unleashing another round of brutal, short thrusts, wrenching hoarse cries from you over and over as his cock batters home. He repeats this vicious pattern, timing each ruthless, punishing series of thrusts to the red lights.

You soon lose all sense of time and space, reality reduced to nothing but the endless cycle of Sunghoon's cock ravaging through your ruined hole, only to have you brought back to torturous stillness on its thick depth.

You drool and sob helplessly, enduring the obscene torment as he uses your body without mercy. All the while, his cum slowly seeps from your gaping, convulsing entrance to dampen his pants and seat beneath you...

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harmoonix · 6 months ago

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MY LOVE

~ Astrology Observations ~

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Having Venus in air sign or house 3H/7H/11H is the best indicator to show that you need lots of communication in your relationships, is a good placement if you like to be more extrovert

Cancer in your big 3 *Sun, Moon, Rising* are empathetic placements, cancer is usually connected so much with the mother nature and feels a deep empathy for everything surrounding

Sagittarius Placements especially in big 3 or big 6 (Sun, Moon, Rising, Mars, Mercury, Venus) is that BITCH. Wild, carefree, savage, all that plate. They're iconic

Can I please say how happy I am when I check (black, poc natives) charts and I see LEO PLACEMENTS???? EMBODY THAT FELINE INSIDE YOU. I love seeing Leo Placements in their chart 100/10.

Leo Venus is top, Leo Mars is fire, Leo Rising is a nuclear bomb. I LOVE THEM. The sun being your ruler makes everything to be perfect

Mars aspecting the Midheaven can bring you faster to the things you want to manifest in your career/job

I love how much Capricorn in big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising) embodies the dark traits of the sign. Like Capricorn was always seen as a dark sign, I love the lore behind this sign and how much it can influence your life

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When the rhythm make it vibrate

Tell me how much can you take

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Venus aspecting Neptune or Neptune aspecting Moon can often have "love dreams" like dreaming about love, dreaming about a partner, or a relationship

Taurus Moon/Rising/Mercury/3H can have a very sensual voice.. like is so blessed by Venus vocally, I love their soft tone

Jupiter in Scorpio/8H/ at 8° 20° is a deep placement in a sense that it makes to discover your life the fullest, also gives you sexual power

Juno in Aries/1h may love a spouse who can take the lead in their relationship, not in a dominant way but more as a role

Jupiter aspecting Neptune can make you more of a dreamer if you have these aspects in your chart, like you can be a part of a fairytale movie

Mars aspecting the ascendant natives have an inner fire inside them that makes them so ambitious. They wanna achieve big things in life

The dark romance between Moon - Pluto aspects is not described enough on this app. There is something so intense about the natives who have the moon in aspects with a destoryer planet

Something I saw within the sun and moon in the 9H natives is that they love their culture/traditions so much. They may also love to share their culture with others

Moon aspecting the ascendant natives is a sensitive placement in a good way. They can feel the energies around them and are able to protect from the bad ones

Venus in Sagittarius/9H may have a very funny love language. They're more playful in their love relationships. They can appreciate partners who have a good humor

Venus in Capricorn/10H may wanna be seduced first and to hit the rock, they wanna act dominant and all but they still a sensible side

Mercury in Gemini is a placement I rarely see. I'm not gonna lie. Even if Mercury is at home here, still is not seen that much, I love how social they can get, I ended up with one once, and we wouldn't stop talking at all

Even if Virgos are highly critical, we have to appreciate their self - care cus' is always on point.

Mercury aspecting the Sun natives can bring others in a good mood with their energy, somehow they always bring some peace in your life

Scorpio Mars should be classified as a sex king, like always horny, always in a mood for racing in bed, and always prepared ( I said king because Mars is a masculine planet)

Men with a Venus in the 6h/10h are husbands material placement. You won in life if your husband has these

Cancer in the 10H/Moon in the 10H, the career or job you choose can play a big role in your emotional being and development

North Node in the 11H/ at 11° 23° or in Aquarius can get popular in online/wealthy on social media, some kind of influencer

Jupiter in Libra/Jupiter in 7H/Jupiter at 7° 19° have a deep need/focus for partnerships. This energy makes the native to be liked/loved by people

Jupiter aspecting Uranus natives have a knowledge of 'future', somehow they have an idea of how the future will influence the world

Lilith in the 1h/5h/8h/12h makes the native to have a sensual aura. Sensuality may play a big role in their lives

People have said that Lilith in the 6H can be one of the most difficult positions for this placement, and I don't blame them at all. Being the house of mental power and health with Lilith here, everything can go into chaos, but you have the power to manage the chaos 🤍

Air Mercuries/Mercury in the air signs 3H/7H/11h can be influenced more easily by music, feelings + music is what this Mercury has to give

North Node in the 7H/Libra can indicate that you tend to depend on others much more in this life, due to focusing only on yourself in a past life with Aries south node/south node in the 1H

Pluto in 2H may indicate intense experiences with your self - worth and your material resources. Sometimes, you may able to control both

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Melody fire, sweet pasi sewu

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Saturn/Capricorn over the 6H/12H might have a fight with their subconscious sometimes, feeling tired, sleepy, even if you sleep enough your body still loves to sleep/relax

Some astrologers have said that after your saturn return happens, you'll be a new person, you will change, and saturn returns happen to change you

Virgo over the 8H/12H can have lots of phobias. These houses can represent fear to some extent, so it can happen, like snake phobias, spiders, deep sea, insects, and many more

Juno aspecting the Moon can indicate you tend to fall in love with people who can understand your emotional needs

Juno in Gemini natives can end up calling their spouse with nicknames (it can be any nickname)

Juno in Taurus/2H may love when their spouse takes them to a fancy place/restaurant. They can also fall in love with ppl who have the same passion for food like them

~ Not a heart on earth can beat my love ~

💚💚💚💚 On Friday we honor the love, THE day of Venus

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dulcescorderitas · 27 days ago

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𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓷 D.Winchester

warnings: 18+, no smut, kissing

the cabin bedroom was steeped in the honeyed glow of twilight, the air thick with the cozy scent of cedar and worn leather. dean stood across from you, his cocky smirk a weapon as sharp as the blade of a hunter. every inch of him was carved from temptation: broad shoulders, a dusting of freckles over sun-kissed skin, and that ridiculous, rugged jawline. a pillow dangled from his hand, more like a challenge than a plaything.

“you really think you can take me, sweetheart?” his voice was low, teasing, the deep rasp curling around your spine and igniting a simmering heat in your belly.

you planted your feet, entirely nude, the soft glow of the setting sun kissing every curve and line of your body. the look you shot him was pure defiance, your pillow clutched tight in your hands like a shield, but the excitement thrumming through your veins betrayed you. you wanted this. wanted him. and you knew it wasn’t just going to be a fight—it was going to be a war.

dean struck first, the pillow arcing through the air and landing with a satisfying whomp against your bare shoulder. you gasped, stepping back with mock outrage.

“oh, you’re gonna regret that,” you growled, your voice dripping with challenge.

without hesitation, you lunged at him, your own pillow smacking against his chest. his deep, throaty laugh filled the room, his muscles flexing under your attack. his strength was thrilling, his arms like steel bands as he caught you mid-swing and wrestled you onto the bed.

his weight pinned you down, firm but never crushing, and the moment froze. his green eyes locked onto yours, a glint of mischief laced with something darker, hotter.

“cute,” he murmured, his lips just a breath away from your ear. his stubble rasped against your cheek, and you shivered, the sensation sending sparks across your skin.

but you weren’t about to surrender. with a surge of effort, you twisted, your legs tangling with his as you flipped him onto his back. now it was your turn. straddling him, you leaned over, your breasts brushing against his chest, the heat of his body soaking into yours. your pillow lay forgotten on the floor—this fight demanded a new kind of weapon.

your nails dragged lightly over his chest, teasing the firm muscle beneath, and dean’s lips quirked into that damned smirk again. his hands slid to your hips, his grip possessive, thumbs grazing over the soft dip of your waist.

“that all you got, princess?” he teased, voice gravelly, the words dripping with mockery and desire.

you didn’t answer. instead, you dove down, capturing his mouth with yours in a kiss that was all fire and no restraint. your teeth grazed his bottom lip before his tongue claimed yours, the taste of him intoxicating. his groan rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against your lips, and his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

the kiss turned savage, your bodies moving in a frantic rhythm as the fight melted into something entirely different. his hands roamed your body, every touch searing your skin as he explored the soft curves of your breasts, the dip of your spine, the swell of your hips.

then he rolled you, quick as a predator pouncing on its prey. now you were beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, grounding you, claiming you. his lips left yours to blaze a trail down your neck, his teeth scraping, his tongue soothing. you gasped, arching into him, your hands fisting in his hair as he left dark marks blooming on your skin.

“you started this,” he growled against your throat, his voice rough with lust and amusement. his teeth nipped at your collarbone, drawing a startled moan from your lips. “now, i’m gonna finish it.”

and God, did he ever.

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txrully · 12 days ago

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I'M FALLING FOR YA

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary when they realized they fell for you

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo falling for ya - grace phipps

·˚ ༘ ꒱ note reader's gender is not mentioned

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

it was that one time you stayed up all night helping him with his game analysis. you had zero clue what you were looking at, but you sat beside him, nodding like you totally understood his football jargon. you even brought snacks and drinks, acting like his personal cheerleader. at some point, you fell asleep on his shoulder, and yoichi just froze.

his heart did that stupid little flutter, and he thought, oh. oh no.

that’s when it hit him—you're his biggest supporter, even when you don’t have to be. and yeah, he’s doomed.

"y/n, you… you didn't have to stay up with me."

"shut up and eat your chips, striker boy."

"...i think i love you."

"what?? i didn't hear you-"

"nothing."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira knew he was done for when you didn’t look at him like he was weird. you two were at an arcade, and he got way too into a rhythm game, like full-on dancing, spinning, doing the most. people were staring, but you? you were hyping him up like he was the main act at a concert.

when you jumped onto the machine with him, laughing like you didn't care who was watching, he swore his heart did a backflip. you got him. no judgment, no weird looks, just pure chaotic energy.

"y/n, let’s run away and start a dance crew!"

"bet. can we get matching outfits?"

"...i think i’m in love with you."

"*le gasp* :'0"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

rin never thought he'd fall in love, but then you stood up for him. it was after a tough match, and some guys were trash-talking him like they had no fear of death. before he could even say anything, you stepped in with the most savage comebacks known to mankind.

rin watched in awe (and lwk horror) as you verbally obliterated them. and when you turned back to him all nonchalant like "what? they were asking for it," he realized… yeah, you’re everything.

"you didn’t have to do that."

"of course i did, no one talks about my man like that."

"...your man?"

"uh, don’t overthink it, rin. :')"

spoiler: he overthought it.

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi realized he loved you when you dragged him out of bed to watch the sunrise. he groaned and complained the entire time, but you didn’t let up. you pulled him outside with a blanket wrapped around him, sat him down, and pointed at the sky like it was the most important thing in the world.

and then he looked at you—eyes sparkling, a soft smile on your face—and suddenly, the sunrise didn’t matter anymore. he just wanted to stay like this forever.

"see? wasn’t this worth it?"

"hm? yeah, yeah, totally..."

"are you even looking at the sky?"

"...uh huh. definitely."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo fell in love when you saw him—not the money, not the status, not mikage reo, just reo. he tried to impress you with fancy gifts, expensive trips, the whole deal, but you just rolled your eyes and told him you’d rather chill at home and watch movies with instant ramen.

he realized right then and there that he didn’t need to buy your love, because you already gave it to him freely. and for once, he felt like someone wanted him for him.

"you really don’t care about all this rich guy stuff?"

"reo, i literally just wanna watch a rom com and eat snacks."

"...i think i wanna marry you."

"woah."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

it was the time you challenged him to a race. he was used to people treating him like he was delicate, scared of pushing him too hard, but you? nah, you sprinted ahead without warning, shouting, "catch me if you can, speedster!"

he hadn’t felt that rush in a long time—the pure joy of running alongside someone who believed in him, not his injuries. when he finally caught up, breathless and laughing, he knew he was completely, utterly in love.

"hyoma, you’re getting slow!"

"oh? you wanna bet on that?"

"loser does whatever the winner says for a week."

"...i’m winning."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori fell in love the day you told him it was okay to take a break. you found him staring at his playbook, stress all over his face, and instead of telling him to push through, you took his hand, dragged him to the couch, and put on his favorite movie.

no pressure, no expectations—just you, showing him it’s okay to breathe. and that’s when it hit him… you were his safe place.

"you don’t always have to be perfect, hiori."

"...but i want to be."

"you already are to me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou fell in love when you actually kept up with his chaos. everyone else called him reckless, but you? you matched his energy, throwing playful insults right back and even out-pranking him at times.

one day, you flipped him off mid-match in a video game, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. someone who could handle his crazy? sign him up.

"keep staring, shidou, maybe you’ll play better."

"i’m staring ‘cause i think i’m in love."

"you’re insufferable."

"and you’re stuck with me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae’s moment was when you called him out on his nonsense. no one dared to, but you? you told him to quit being a jerk and actually open up for once.

instead of brushing you off like he usually did with people, he found himself listening. something about you made him want to be better. and that terrified him—but it also made him realize he was falling hard.

"sae, just admit you care."

"...shut up."

"i'm calling shidou."

"...i care."

"knew it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser fell for you when you didn’t fall for his charm (weirdly enough). everyone else ate up his flirty lines, but you hit him with a deadpan stare and a sarcastic comeback that left him reeling.

it was the first time someone saw past his ego and actually challenged him. and wow, he was obsessed.

"y/n, admit it, you love me."

"i love peace and quiet, michael."

"so... not me?"

"hm, i'll get back to that later ."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness knew he was in love when you defended him. not as kaiser’s shadow, but as ness. you shut down anyone who tried to treat him like an afterthought, and for once, he felt like he mattered—not just to the world, but to you.

"thanks for standing up for me."

"always, ness. you deserve it."

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aikaterini-drag · 8 months ago

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Inside Your Heart

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Summary: After a difficult mission, August returns to you like a man possessed.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI!!, established relationship, explicit content, piv, unprotected sex, cockwarming, basically toe-curling smut.

“Good, you’re so good to me love...yes, love, yes..." August drawled against your ear, his voice a sensual caress.

You lay half-draped across his body, your hair spilling over his chest. He held you close, one strong arm wrapped under your knee, opening you to him completely so he could slide the swollen shaft of his cock inside you. Together, you moved slowly, savoring every moment of your reunion.

You could only whimper as he fucked you with excruciating patience, reaching so deep inside you that you shook with longing. Again and again he teased you. Staying deep, oh so deep. You felt amazing, but you were impatient.

He had returned from his mission and kissed you with savage need, tearing away your clothes. He’d taken you straight to bed, holding you close, keeping you lodged to his cock while he kissed and caressed you endlessly. He seemed determined to drive you mad with longing, nudging deeper inside you while kissing and whispering against your neck. His other hand cradled your body and cupped and fondled your breast, tugging at your oversensitive nipple.

“August, stop that and move, please,” you wiggled desperately but he remained moveless, rooted deep inside you, his fat dick stretching you deliciously.

“Shhh…” He licked across your neck. “I want to savor you.”

You took a quick breath, your fingers grabbing the cotton bedsheets. “Drive me mad you mean—”

Gently, he slapped your clit and you moaned and squeezed his cock tighter. “I’ll give you my load but only after I decide it’s time.”

“You’ve made me come three times already, August come on,” you tried to tempt him by squeezing your pussy walls around him but he didn’t catch the bait.

He smiled, his perfect white teeth flashing. “I have to prolong it, love. If it were possible, I would have this go on forever.” He delved out of your depths only to give a slick thrust that buried him to the hilt inside you.

You groaned, stars floating in your vision.

He devoured your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth. “Forever inside you while you squeeze and drench me with your love.”

He bent down and took a pink nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it. His mustache chaffed you. You were red all over from his touches. You gasped when he fondled the other breast, nipping at the bud, his huge palm shaping the roundness of it.

“Now be a good girl and come for me,” he said, his hand reaching down to stroke your clit.

One, two, three gentle strokes and you shattered, your whole frame shaking with ecstasy. He kept you anchored to his cock the whole time, not thrusting, kissing your face and whispering how good it felt to be inside you, how perfectly you were squeezing his cock, how precious you were, how beautiful and loved.

“The most glorious woman in the world,“ he said huskily against the shell of your ear, “my woman, coming hard for me, my perfect little love. Feels good?” he asked, his thumb gently delving across the swollen lips of your sex that were stretched over his aching cock.

You nodded fervently, so blissful.

And then he started to move, finally giving you what you wanted.

His hips undulated, snapping repeatedly as he fucked you in earnest. He drew back, watching as he exited your depths, his length covered in your juices, then snapped back inside. He kept a wicked rhythm. Snapping fast and then slowly, giving you steady measured thrusts that made your eyes roll back in your head.

Head relaxing into the crook of his shoulder, you rocked against him. Grunting powerfully, he grabbed under both of your knees, spread them open and pistoned into you. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and both your moans were only sounds in your bedroom. The scents of salt and sex were thick in the air.

He fucked you like a man possessed, his grunts loud and frantic, jolting your body with each pump.

Locking eyes with you, he buried himself balls deep and erupted, spurting rope after rope of cum inside you. His huge body trembled violently, desperate moans leaving him as he kissed you hungrily while rubbing your clit maniacally. Your toes curled, your eyes closing tightly and you climaxed with sobbing cries. You felt his shaft pumping, the veins throbbing as he filled you to the brim.

When the pleasure waned, he was still inside you, softening extremely slowly. Keeping you locked together, he moved your bodies to the side, his arms resting protectively around you. You winced when you felt the telltale tickle of his seed down your ass. Even with him inside you, it was always too much.

Sighing in satisfaction, August drew one hand along the pale curve of your thigh. You arched back into him, reaching for his hand. Your fingers intertwined, his big and rough hand against your small, smooth one. You played with his palm then brought his hand against your mouth, kissing each finger. He sighed your name and you smiled.

“You overdid it today,” you said, looking back at him. His hair was tousled, his lips swollen—not as much as yours, you guessed—but it was pleasing to see him roughened and flushed from your lovemaking.

He kissed you, his tongue tracing the plump fullness of your lips. “I’m sorry. I missed you.”

“Difficult mission?” You asked, your fingers weaving with his. Sometimes he returned home with the weight of the mission pressing heavily on his shoulders, making love to you like a man possessed.

“They threatened to harm you,” August began, his voice strained. “It was an empty threat, I knew it. I knew you were safe but when they threatened to hurt you, it… it broke something inside me. I lost control. I thought of nothing but finishing them off and coming to you.”

Your heart ached for him. August always appeared so hard and unbending, brutal even, but his heart was gentle and fragile.

Slowly, you turned around. His shaft slipped from you, softened now and he made a grimace, missing the feel of you. You cupped his neck and he squeezed you against him, your nipples brushing his chest. You caressed his neck then ghosted your lips over the pulse of his neck.

“That must have been terrifying, my love.” You embraced him, arms and legs wrapping around him, your fingers rubbing small circles to comfort him. “But I’m alright. I’m safe. Always will be.”

“I know…” He buried his face in your neck, smelling your rose-scented hair.

“I worry about you, too,” you mumbled, trailing your fingers over his mustache. “Every time you go out there, I fear for your safety.”

He gazed at you, his eyes misty, vulnerable. “I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll always come back to you. No mission, no enemy will keep me from you.”

“And I’ll always be here, waiting for you,” you kissed him, smiling. “We’ll face these fears together. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he hummed while readjusting himself, lining up against you. In a swift move, he thrust up, his hard cock surging inside you. Pleasure reawakening, you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“I want to be everywhere.“ Cupping your pert round ass, he sat straight and bucked his hips up. “I want you, every single inch of you.”

You embraced him and rubbed against him. “You’re inside my heart, August. You’re everywhere.”

He kissed you, possessing you. His lips were demanding, brushing against yours, tongue claiming your taste.

This time, he gave you a fast and insatiable rhythm.

“Yes! Yes!” You blubbered as you rode him, your clit rubbing perfectly against him. He fucked you so good and you tightened around him, sweet bliss flowing through you just in time with his release. You shouted his name, not caring about the volume or your desperate moans.

“That’s. My. Good. Girl,” he panted emphasizing each word with each pump of his seed inside you. “My anchor. My reason for everything.”

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wholoveseggs · 1 month ago

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Stocking Stuffer

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♡♡Merry Christmas♡♡

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader} Elijah spends the season giving to others, but tonight, it’s your turn to show him how much he means to you.

3.4k words - Warnings: sssmuuuttt, riding, festive roleplay, stockings (the sexy kind), praise, oral (m!receiving), blood drinking, slightly sub elijah (if you squint) && a santa hat...

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Christmas time is always a busy time of year, especially when you have a big family. There were decorations, shopping, baking, and more decorating. Elijah had been running around for weeks making sure that his family would have the best Christmas possible.

You had spent entire days shopping with him, watching him meticulously pick out the right gifts for his family and friends. You helped him wrap the gifts, decorate the house, and hang stockings. He was endlessly giving, endlessly sweet. Yet, as much as you loved his dedication, something tugged at your heart. Watching him scurry off to take care of yet another errand, you couldn’t help but smile—but it wasn’t without noticing how tired he looked.

But there was one thing that bothered you. Elijah was taking on too much by himself. You wanted to show him how you appreciated him, how much you loved him. But every time you tried to take something off his plate, he refused. He had a certain pride, a desire to shoulder everything alone. But love meant knowing when to intervene.

And tonight, you would.

While he was out doing errands, you took some time to set up. You grabbed a santa hat that was hanging in your closet and put it on. Then, you kept looking around deep in your closet for the perfect present to wear. When you finally found what you were looking for, you grinned.

It was a pair of stockings, not the kind you hang over a fireplace. These were the type that were only for Elijah's eyes. You had purchased them for an elf costume you wore last Halloween, and they had been tucked away in the back of your closet. You had a red one and a green one, both with little pom-poms at the top. You slipped them on and looked in the mirror. There was a childlike glee in the way you giggled at your reflection. Elijah was going to love this.

You took off everything else you had been wearing. All that remained was the stockings and the very important santa hat. At first you didn't know where to sit, perhaps the chair in the corner? No, that's not quite right.

You decided on sitting on the bed, your legs crossed and waiting. Nervously anticipating Elijah's arrival, you bit your lip and tried to get comfortable.

Candles were lit, twinkle lights hung, a bottle of whiskey was ready on the nightstand, and your favorite playlist was ready to go. Even with all the romantic touches, you could feel the nervous energy bubbling under your skin. What if he was too exhausted? What if the moment fell flat?

The front door opened, and the sound of bags rustling filled the hallway. Usually, you would be rushing downstairs to help him. But this time you sat there quietly. Your heart pounded, each thud matching the rhythm of his approaching footsteps

"Y/N?" He called out. You didn't respond.

There was a loud sound of bags dropping and him rushing up the stairs. "Y/N?!" He called out, worried.

You grinned when the door flew open and Elijah ran in, his hair a mess, and his shirt half untucked. His face was full of worry and his chest heaved as he caught his breath. "Are you oka-"

Elijah froze mid-sentence when he saw you sitting on the bed. The soft, colorful lights of the room gave your skin a glow, and the candles illuminated the space. His eyes scanned your body, from the santa hat on your head to the red and green stockings on your legs, and all the bare skin in between.

"Merry Christmas." You said softly.

Elijah swallowed and took a step toward you. "Am I dreaming?"

You smiled and shook your head, slowly uncrossing your legs and leaning back onto the bed. "I want to show you how thankful I am. For everything you do. For being so good to everyone."

His lips turned up in a smirk. He started walking towards the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. You noticed the small details. A slight tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders relaxed as he stepped closer. The weight of his responsibilities seemed to melt away with every button he undid. "Oh, I see. So, this is all just to say thank you, then?"

"No," you said softly. "It's to show how much I love you."

He tossed his shirt to the side and knelt onto the bed, crawling his way up between your legs. His hands moved up your legs slowly and stopped at the tops of the stockings. He pulled on the little pom-pom and let it go, listening to it snap against your thigh.

"I love you too." He leaned down and kissed you softly.

Your fingers dug into his biceps as he pulled you closer, your legs wrapping around his hips. His hand pressed into your lower back, holding you in place as his lips began to travel across your jaw and down to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him better access.

"I do have a special request." You moaned as his lips grazed your neck.

"Anything." He murmured.

You ran your hand through his hair, tugging gently as his tongue ran along the side of your neck. Then you pulled the santa hat off your head and placed it on his. You pulled away to see the red hat against his dark hair and couldn't help but giggle.

"It looks cute on you." You admitted.

He gave you a mock glare, his playful side shining through, as if daring you to say it again. The contrast between his serious demeanor and the ridiculous hat made your laughter all the sweeter.

You kept your eyes locked with his as you tugged on his belt buckle, pushing it open and pulling his pants down. He pulled away and finished undressing. Standing there in just a santa hat, his broad chest rising and falling, the glow from the lights dancing across his skin.

"Dear Santa," you began, biting your bottom lip. "I've been a very good girl."

"And what is it that you want for Christmas?" He asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"You."

Elijah grinned, his dark eyes raking over your body, and leaned down to kiss you again. Your hands ran up his arms, across his shoulders, and down his chest.

You could feel his hands moving up and down your sides. Every so often his fingers would dig into your skin, reminding you of his strength. You arched your back as he slid his hands down and pulled your hips toward him, his touch igniting a trail of heat.

"You look so sexy in these stockings." He groaned.

"They're elf stockings."

"Sexiest fucking elf I've ever seen." He whispered before kissing down your neck again.

"I love when you swear."

Elijah chuckled against your neck, the sound vibrating against your skin, and then bit down. You yelped and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He sucked the spot where his teeth had just been, soothing the ache.

Then, his hand ran down your stomach and between your legs. Slowly, his fingers moved up and down. Teasing you, drawing out little whimpers. The ache inside you grew unbearable, every stroke of his fingers leaving you trembling.

You were already wet. You had been anticipating his touch for too long. But, as usual, he liked to tease you. It was his way of getting even.

But tonight wasn't about you, it was about him. So, you pulled his hand away and brought it up to your mouth. You made sure his eyes were on yours as you licked his fingers.

You were delighted when you heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his grip on your thigh tighten. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked a little harder, swirling your tongue just the way you knew he enjoyed. The low groan that escaped his lips sent a shiver down your spine.

He watched as you swirled your tongue around his finger and then released him with a soft pop.

"Lay back," you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.

Elijah smirked, his eyes dark with desire, and did as you told him. While you leaned over him, there was a fleeting moment where you simply admired him. His chest rose and fell in anticipation, and his dark eyes were locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered. His vulnerability, his strength, the unwavering love in his eyes. You wanted to give him more than pleasure. You wanted him to feel adored.

You kissed his neck, nipped at his skin, your lips lingered at the hollow of his throat, savoring the slight hitch in his breath before trailing lower. Your lips brushed across his chest, leaving soft kisses in your wake, moving down to his stomach.

His fingers threaded into your hair, his other hand gripped the sheets tightly. The faint tremor in his grip told you how much he was holding back, letting you take control. You kissed his hips, and then ran your tongue along the crease where his thigh met his hip. His breathing grew heavier, and the muscles in his arms tensed.

You licked the underside of his length and looked up at him. He was watching you intently, his pupils dilated, the intensity in his gaze making your skin flush.

Your tongue ran across the tip of his cock, tasting him. Then you wrapped your lips around the tip and swirled your tongue. His hands gripped your hair, holding you there, the gentle tension making your scalp tingle.

You sucked on the tip of his cock and slowly took more of him into your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his length.

He let out a soft moan as you took more and more of him. Each sound he made sent a spark of heat through you, fueling your movements. When he reached the back of your throat, you hummed, enjoying the way his grip on your hair tightened and his breathing picked up.

You bobbed up and down his length, using your hand and your mouth to give him as much pleasure as possible. His hand was still wrapped in your hair, gently guiding you. His moans encouraged you to go faster. To take him deeper.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and his grip on your hair tighten. You knew that meant he was close, so you slowed down. You wanted to drag it out. Make him desperate.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back onto the pillow, the santa hat slipping off his head.

You continued to suck his cock. Slowly. Savoring the weight of him on your tongue. Enjoying the way he tasted. Enjoying the way he clung to the sheets, his muscles tensing. You enjoyed the noises he made. Soft moans. Groans. Begging. He wasn’t just beautiful. He was utterly undone beneath you.

You knew he was trying to hold back, always the gentleman. But tonight, you didn’t want him to be the gentleman. Tonight, you wanted him to be greedy.

So you pushed his cock all the way to the back of your throat and hummed. You felt his body tense up, his hand gripping your hair. His breathing was ragged, and his hips bucked. And he finally let himself go.

His cum filled the back of your throat. You swallowed every last drop, the salty warmth making you hum with satisfaction. You licked his length, making sure to clean up any excess. You pressed one last kiss against the tip of his cock and pulled away, your lips tingling as you smiled.

His chest was heaving, his eyes closed. His features softened, completely at peace. You could tell he was enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. You smiled, feeling rather pleased with yourself. You did a damn good job.

But, the night wasn’t over yet.

You gently crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. Your hands pressed into his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Mmm," he hummed, his voice low and velvety.

"May I sit on your lap, Santa?" you teased, biting your lip.

He let out a soft laugh, his chest rumbling as he nodded. Then his hands moved to your thighs, his fingers running across the lace and silk stockings. You grabbed the fallen santa hat and placed it back on his head. Then you reached down and placed his hands on your ass.

"Santa needs to fill this naughty elf’s stocking," you teased, running your hands over his chest.

He squeezed your ass, his dark eyes glittering. "Oh, I’ll fill your stocking. I’ll make sure it’s stuffed."

You giggled, leaning down to kiss him. Your breasts pressed against his chest, and you could feel his cock pressing against your stomach, his arousal already returning.

You reached between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. The head of his cock nudged against you, slick and hot, as you slowly sank onto him. The stretch was exquisite, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure as he filled you completely. You gasped against his lips, his breath hitching at the feeling of you enveloping him. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to steady you as you adjusted, your bodies perfectly aligned.

Slowly, you began to rock back and forth, letting him slide in and out. Your hands pressed against his chest for leverage, his skin warm beneath your fingers.

You were already so turned on from earlier, that it didn't take long for your body to respond. His hands ran up and down your back, encouraging you.

"That's it. Good elf," he praised.

You let out a breathless laugh, tilting your head back and letting his cock slide in and out of you. You picked up the pace, riding him harder. Your hips rolled and his hands gripped your waist.

You could feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach. He was so deep, filling you up perfectly. His hands held you tight, and his eyes locked with yours. You took one of his hands and placed it on your throat, encouraging him to hold you there.

His hand pressed against your throat, gently squeezing. Not enough to hurt, just enough to add a new sensation. Your mouth opened, a soft gasp escaped.

He smiled at you, his eyes hooded, and his hair messy. The santa hat was barely hanging on. You felt yourself get wetter. The sight of him underneath you, the feel of his cock inside you, the pressure of his hand on your throat, it was all too much.

The orgasm tore through your body, waves of pleasure washed over you. Your nails dug into his chest as your back arched. Your eyes closed, and you cried out his name.

Elijah's hands held you in place, keeping you steady as your body shuddered. He whispered words of praise and encouragement. He told you how beautiful you were, how amazing you felt. His voice was like velvet.

When the orgasm subsided, you slumped against his chest. Your breathing was heavy, and your body was warm.

Elijah pressed a kiss against your forehead and then rolled over, placing you on the bed beneath him. The santa hat long gone.

He hooked one of your legs around his hips, feeling the stocking against his skin. You were so pretty, your cheeks flushed, your eyes sparkling, and a smile on your lips.

He took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, and then pressed them against the bed. Slowly, he eased himself back inside of you. Your body was sensitive and still buzzing from the orgasm. So he took his time, making sure you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

His hips began to move. Slow, sensual, deep thrusts. His lips brushed across your neck, you could feel his fangs against your skin. But he didn't bite. Instead, he left a trail of kisses along your jugular. You knew he wanted to sink his teeth into your neck. But he wouldn't. Not until you told him it was okay.

Your eyes met, and you tilted your head back. You pressed a finger against your neck, an invitation.

"Go on," you whispered.

His eyes darkened, his teeth grazed the skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips moved to the spot on your neck where your pulse was the strongest.

There was a brief moment of pain. A pinch. Then, your entire body filled with euphoria. He held you like you were glass, so careful and precise.

With each sip, your body responded. Your hips rolled. Your toes curled. You let out a soft moan. His hips were still moving in a perfect rhythm, his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside you.

Elijah's hand slid between your bodies and found your clit. He began to circle it with his fingers, applying the right amount of pressure.

You felt your muscles tense, your back arch, and another orgasm build. It was stronger this time. The pressure coiled tighter, and you let yourself fall into it completely. Your eyes rolled, and your legs trembled.

The room was filled with moans, groans, and gasps. Skin against skin. The two of you chasing bliss.

And then, everything came to a crescendo. Your entire body lit up, the pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming. Your vision blurred, and your ears rang. Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being. Your body was shivering. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving marks.

He drank deeply, tasting the euphoria in your blood. His own orgasm followed soon after. He came hard, his body shuddering.

When his teeth left your neck, he ran his tongue over the wound. Closing it up and soothing the ache. Then, he kissed the spot, his lips lingering.

You laid there, breathless. Your chest heaving, the santa hat was somehow underneath you, and your stockings were a mess, torn and twisted on your thighs.

He rolled off of you, staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face.

"You’ve definitely been very good this year," he said softly.

For the first time in weeks, he truly seemed at ease. The lines of stress that creased his face were replaced with a contented glow. The sight filled you with pride.

You smiled, getting off the bed and handing him the bottle of whiskey. He sat up, his chest glistening with sweat, and opened the bottle. He took a big swig, his eyes roaming over your naked body.

"What?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He put the bottle down and grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "I'm afraid I'll have to keep you."

You giggled, grabbing the santa hat and putting it back on his head. Then you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pressed your forehead to his. "I think I’d be okay with that."

For a moment, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence. His hands rested on your hips, thumbs idly stroking your skin as he leaned back, taking in your presence. "You’ve given me a lot of gifts over the years, but this might just be the best one yet."

"You deserve it," you said softly, running your fingers through his dark hair. "You give so much to everyone else. You deserve to have someone give back to you for a change."

His grip tightened slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me." His voice was low, steady, filled with an intimacy that made your chest tighten.

You kissed him gently, savoring the moment. "I love you, Elijah."

"I love you, too," he murmured against your lips.

The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around the two of you as he shifted, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. "Now, I think santa’s elf needs some rest before I keep her up all night," he teased, his signature smirk returning.

You laughed, nestling closer to him as you rested your head on his chest. The faint scent of whiskey lingered as his hand traced lazy patterns along your back.

The world outside faded. No more stress, no errands, no responsibilities. For tonight, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the glow of candlelight and the quiet hum of contentment.

"Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered.

You smiled against his skin, closing your eyes. "Merry Christmas, Elijah."

#elijah mikaelson #the originals #christmas #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #tvdu #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikealson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries x you #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #the originals imagine #elijah mikealson smut

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majinbangus · 4 months ago

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I NEED MORE FERAL 141 🙏 🙏 🙏

(when you are free and willing of course 🥺🥺)

》 18+ if you fail to keep one of them in check, another will do it for you (but the end result is still the same)

You choke on a moan, tears spilling from your waterline as another orgasm rips through you. It's violent and messy just like the man between your legs. He's got you pinned, one large hand holding down your wrist so you can't push his head away and the other leaving bruises along your hips and thighs, soft flesh already mottled with little indentations of his bite.

"G-Ghost..."

He doesn't acknowledge you like he's supposed to, getting a little mean with a nip to your swollen clit. You bite back a whine.

"Ghost... the, the others-"

They're waiting patiently for their turn. Like you trained them to be. But a glance at them tells you they're getting impatient. Ghost is going over his time. You need to get control of the beast between your legs. Decide who's next because that's your decision to make. But maybe it was a mistake to let Ghost go first.

You thought it would be fair. You always try to alternate the order, but clearly Ghost isn't in the mood to play nice today. That's on you. You knew he was a bit antsy today. Next time you'll do better.

"Ghost-"

The savage snarl he lets out reminds you to be careful of such a wild creature, but you can't do anything about it because he yanks you closer, and envelopes your aching core with his mouth. "I'm not done."

Muffling a cry, all you can do is throw your head back, squirming under your misbehaving brute.

"That's enough, Ghost."

You gasp in relief when the man is pulled off you. Your saving grace is the captain. He forces Ghost to kneel, restraining him so he can't overwhelm you anymore.

"Thank," you inhale deeply, "thank you, Price. You... You can go next."

Although, you're thinking maybe you should postpone the other three's turns until later. It doesn't seem fair, but you might not be able to handle them currently.

"Actually, I have another idea." Price tightens his grip on Ghost, a calculating glint in his eyes that Ghost returns with a glare. "If you don't mind that is."

Interest piqued, you wonder what he could want. "Sure? You deserve a little reward. What were you thinking?"

You thought maybe he would want extra time with you, or possibly something else of a similar nature, but you never expected Price to want this.

"How does she feel, lads?"

Gaz gives a lazy roll of his hips, teasing the back of your throat. "Warm, sir."

"And sloppy," Soap adds, thrusting up into your cunt with a groan. "But good. Really good, sir."

Price smirks from his place behind you, fucking into your ass while Ghost is forced to watch, tied to a chair how Price wanted him to be. "And all ours to share. Right, Ghost?"

The man stays silent, but you can see him strain against the rope that binds him to the chair. It doesn't matter to Price. He picks up his rhythm and the other two follow suit.

The pace is something fierce. Relentless. A torturous pleasure rips through you, but there's nowhere to go. You're pinned just like you were earlier.

This may be a lesson for Ghost, but you think they all need more practice in restraint.

a desire of mine is for price to cuck ghost✌️

#soap x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #gaz x reader #captain john price x reader #141 x reader #141 sweet treat <3 #f!reader #bangus answers #anon

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brunchable · 4 months ago

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This is your boyfriend, Mom?- Part 1.5 || Lucas Roasts the Avengers.

Pairings: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Our savage wittle boi Lucas. Summary: Avengers getting a taste of Lucas' fresh roasts. A/N: Some of you are asking for me to bring Lucas back so here you go. Enjoy ;u;

Lucas’s small legs dangled back and forth, his sneakers brushing against the ground.

“Alright, kid. I’ll take you to meet the Avengers, but only if you promise me one thing.”

“What kind of promise?” Lucas eyed him suspiciously, his legs swinging out in front of him as he twisted around to look at Bucky.

Bucky leaned against the swing set, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he gave Lucas another small push. “You have to roast them—just like you did to me when we first met.”

Lucas’s eyes widened, and he twisted his body back to face forward, digging his heels into the dirt to bring the swing to a sudden stop.

“Absolutely not. No way, metal mop. I’m not roasting Tony Stark, or Clint, or—” He paused for emphasis, staring Bucky dead in the eye. “—Captain America.”

Bucky blinked, caught off guard by the firm rejection. He reached out and gave the swing a gentle nudge, sending Lucas slowly drifting back and forth again.

“Wait, what? Why not?”

Lucas tilted his head as he swung back, glancing over his shoulder at Bucky as if the older man were the one acting ridiculous. “Because they’re superheroes, duh! I’m not just gonna insult them like I did you. They’re cool.”

Bucky placed a hand over his chest in mock offense, giving the swing another light push. “Oh, so I’m not cool enough to be a superhero?”

Lucas gave him a long, exaggerated look up and down as he swung higher before smirking. “You’re more like my mom’s grumpy boyfriend with a shiny arm. That’s not the same thing.”

Bucky’s mouth fell open, and he let out an incredulous laugh. He stepped behind the swing, giving it a bit more momentum.

“What the h—? You little punk,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You roasted me without any hesitation, but you’re too scared to go after them?”

“I’m not scared!” Lucas retorted quickly, his cheeks flushing red. He jutted his chin out defiantly as the swing carried him forward. “I just think Captain America deserves respect. And Tony? He’s like… really rich. He probably buys people’s opinions.”

Bucky let out a snort of amusement, crossing his arms as Lucas swung back. He gave the swing another gentle push. “And Clint?”

“Clint’s got arrows. Lots of them. What if he shoots me?”

“He won’t shoot you, kid.” Bucky’s grin widened as he leaned closer, pushing the swing with a bit more force so Lucas’s laughter rang out in the air. “I bet he’ll love it if you roast him.”

Lucas shook his head firmly, the swing rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. “Nope. Not doing it. They’re cool. You—” He paused, poking Bucky’s shoulder with a tiny finger as he swung past. “—are not.”

“Alright, fine,” Bucky said, shrugging nonchalantly as he walked around to the front of the swing, facing Lucas as he continued to push. “Guess we won’t go, then. I’ll just tell them you were too chicken to say anything.”

Lucas’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the swing chains. “Chicken?”

“Yeah,” Bucky taunted, lifting an eyebrow as he stopped the swing with a hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “Too scared to handle it. Guess I overestimated you.”

Lucas’s jaw tightened, and his hands clenched around the chains. He took a deep breath, his expression shifting from uncertainty to determination.

“Okay, fine. I’ll roast them,” he said slowly, enunciating each word. “But I’m not going easy on you even if they’re in the room.”

Bucky grinned and stepped back, giving the swing another playful shove. “Deal. Bring your best game, smart mouth.”

× × × ×

The Next Day: Meeting the Avengers

“Hey, there’s the little guy,” Tony announced as Lucas walked into the room, flanked by Bucky. He glanced at Steve, Clint, and Sam, raising his eyebrows. “So, this is Bucky’s mini bodyguard?”

Lucas looked around at the group of men towering over him and frowned. “Huh, I thought superheroes were supposed to be big and impressive.”

Clint snorted, leaning against the back of the couch. “Oh, trust me, kid, we’re impressive. You just can’t see it from down there.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you’re a superhero? You look more like my art teacher. Y’know, the one who tells me to express myself every time I draw something horrible.”

Clint gaped, his finger pointing at Lucas in pure shock. “I—I do not—”

“Do you also tell people that staring at the trees helps with inspiration?” Lucas asked, crossing his arms with a critical look.

Clint’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water before he spluttered, “That’s—you can’t—”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Do you stutter in battle too?”

Everyone burst into laughter as Clint waved his hands frantically, still trying to form a coherent response. “I—well, yeah, but only when—wait, no! That’s not the point!”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head, but before he could say anything, Lucas turned to him.

“And you,” he said, eyeing the Captain America uniform sceptically. “Aren’t you supposed to be the ‘Star-Spangled Man with a Plan?’ Because right now, I’m not convinced you even have a plan on how to button your shirt.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked down at his perfectly buttoned shirt. “What’s wrong with my shirt?”

Lucas squinted, leaning closer like he was inspecting a mystery. “It’s too tight. Or are you just so big you can’t fit into regular people’s clothes?”

“Hey, I like my shirts this way,” Steve retorted, folding his arms with a smirk. “It’s called having a sense of style, which I’m guessing you haven’t developed yet, mini mop.”

“Style?” Lucas snorted. “Yeah, you’ve got so much style that old people see you and think they’re looking at their yearbook photos.”

Bucky snickered, trying to keep a straight face as Steve glared at him. “Hey, I didn’t bring him here to insult your fashion choices, Steve. I swear.”

Lucas turned his gaze to Sam, who was smirking at Steve’s discomfort. “Don’t look so smug, Birdman. Shouldn’t you be outside flying or something?”

Sam’s mouth fell open. “Birdman? And who said I should—”

“I bet you flap your wings at night and make ‘caw-caw’ noises in your sleep,” Lucas continued, his expression completely serious.

“Kid, I will have you know, I am a dignified, high-tech—”

“High-tech what? Feathery nugget?” Lucas tilted his head and looked at Sam’s wings thoughtfully. “Hey, what do you even eat? Seeds? Bird pellets?”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up as he pointed at Lucas in disbelief. “Hold up, did this mini mop just compare me to a parakeet? Bucky, you need to get a leash on him or something!”

Lucas nodded thoughtfully, ignoring Sam’s protests. “And, Mr. Tony Stark,” he said, turning to the billionaire, who raised his hands defensively.

“Easy, there, killer,” Tony warned with a grin. “I’m sensitive, you know.”

Lucas scoffed. “Sensitive? You’re wearing sunglasses indoors. Who do you think you are, the sun?”

Tony blinked, reaching up to touch his glasses before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Alright, you got me there.”

“And another thing—why’s your goatee shaped like that? It looks like you glued on two fuzzy caterpillars and called it a day.”

“Oh my God—HEUH—” Clint snorted forward into laughter while leaning on Sam, while Sam practically howled.

Tony straightened his back, placing a hand on his chest as if deeply offended. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’ve got some nerve coming in here and insulting a billionaire genius. This goatee cost me a thousand bucks—”

“For what? Your caterpillars to have a vacation home?” Lucas asked, looking up at him sceptically.

Sam snorted, slapping his knee. “He’s really got you there, Tony.”

“Don’t you laugh, Birdman!” Tony shot back, gesturing wildly at Sam. “This kid’s roasting you like a Thanksgiving turkey too.”

Lucas tilted his head, pointing at Tony. “I bet you plug yourself into a wall socket at night to recharge.”

“Okay, that’s not—You know what? I’m not even going to—” Tony ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “Why did you bring this pint-sized terror in here, Buck?”

“Just for fun,” Bucky replied smugly, crossing his arms. “He’s got guts, doesn’t he?”

Lucas turned to Clint, pointing at him again. “You know, you’re not really a superhero. You’re just an overachieving bow and arrow guy. Like, have you ever heard of a gun?”

Clint opened his mouth to retort, but Lucas didn’t give him a chance.

“And Mr. Wilson,” he said, shifting his attention back to the Falcon. “You have a metal bird suit but no superpowers? Dude, you’re just one technology failure away from becoming a guy running around with metal scraps strapped to his back.”

The room went silent for a moment, everyone too stunned to react. Then, Tony raised his hand, grinning. “Okay, kid, I officially like you.”

“Don’t be too proud, Mr. Stark,” Lucas replied coolly, turning to him with a smirk. “You’re basically a walking vending machine.”

Tony’s grin vanished. “What the—”

“Yep. Just one button away from giving out soda and snacks,” Lucas finished, shrugging.

Steve tried not to stifle a laugh and failed miserably. He glanced at Bucky, who looked like he might burst from pride. “I think you’ve found your match, Buck.”

Bucky leaned down, ruffling Lucas’s hair. “Y’know what, kid? You might just make me look good in front of these losers.”

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. “Just doing my job, Mr. Metal Mop.”

“Metal Mop?” Clint repeated, raising an eyebrow at Bucky.

“Long story,” Bucky muttered, shaking his head.

“Hey, Captain America. Ever think about upgrading to a newer version?” Lucas grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What?” Steve asked, bewildered.

“Yeah,” Lucas continued. “I mean, you’ve been around since the 40s. Don’t you think it’s time to, I dunno, get with the times? Maybe drop the shield and use a smartphone or something.”

Steve stared at him, utterly speechless. “I don’t need—”

“Sure, you do. Bet you still have a flip phone.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with flip phones?” Steve grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Gramps,” Lucas deadpanned. “Everything.”

“Watch it, smart mouth,” Steve retorted, pointing a finger at Lucas. “Last I checked, I still had a fan club and you’re not on the list.”

“Fan club? I think they’re more like a ‘Bring Back the 40s’ club,” Lucas shot back.

“Okay, that’s it. Buck, you’re out, and I’m adopting him,” Steve declared with a grin. “Gotta make sure this kid’s on my side before he turns into a Tony Stark wannabe.”

“He just called me smart, can I stay with him instead?” Lucas looked up at Bucky with wide eyes.

“Absolutely not!” Bucky shot back, placing a protective arm around Lucas’s shoulders.

Lucas snorted but turned his gaze to Natasha, who had been standing quietly with an amused smile on her face. He shifted nervously on his feet, his previous confidence wavering as he cleared his throat.

“And you,” Lucas said softly, his tone changing completely as he looked up at Natasha. “You’re… um… really nice. And… and I like your hair.”

Natasha’s eyebrows rose slightly, her smile softening at the change in his demeanor. “Well, thank you, Lucas,” she replied gently, her voice kind. “I like your hair too.”

Lucas’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, and he glanced at the floor, shuffling his feet. “Yeah, um… it’s, uh, good to meet you, Miss Natasha.”

The entire room fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold, completely caught off guard by Lucas’s sudden transformation into a little gentleman.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, glancing between Lucas and Natasha. “What—no roasting for her?”

Lucas looked up at Bucky with wide, incredulous eyes. “Are you kidding? You can’t roast a lady. That’s just… that’s just wrong!”

“Wait, so she’s off the hook, but we’re fair game?” Tony’s jaw dropped, and he pointed at Natasha.

“Uh, yeah,” Lucas replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s a lady, and she’s got really nice hair.”

Natasha laughed softly, shaking her head. “Well, thank you, Lucas. You’re quite the charmer.”

“Just don’t let it go to your head,” Sam muttered, giving Natasha a teasing look. “Kid’s been roasting us like chestnuts on an open fire.”

Natasha smirked, glancing at Sam. “Looks like you boys just need to step up your game.”

Lucas looked around the group, his grin widening. “Just wait till I meet the Hulk.”

Steve and Sam exchanged a glance, smirking. “I don’t know if the Hulk will survive,” Sam muttered.

“Or if we will,” Tony agreed, rubbing his goatee.

“Hey, kid,” Clint called out, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “You ever see someone shoot an arrow through ten different targets at once?”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “What’s the point of that? Seems like a lot of work when you could just use a laser pointer.”

“Kid’s gonna get us all fired,” Sam muttered, shaking his head. “And I’m gonna help him.”

The group dissolved into laughter again, and Bucky looked down at Lucas with a proud smile. “Y’know what, Lucas? You’ve officially made me look cool.”

“Well, someone had to do it. You’re welcome, Mr. Metal Mop.” Lucas shrugged nonchalantly.

“Alright, kid, we’ve had our fun,” Tony said, offering a small smile. “You got anything good to say about us. . . Men, or are we just target practice?”

Lucas squinted, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. “Hmm… Well, I guess I can say some nice stuff… if you’re up for it.”

Clint folded his arms, an amused smirk on his lips. “Oh, this ought to be good. Go ahead, kid, give us your best compliment.”

Lucas looked at Clint and shrugged. “Alright, bow guy, you’re probably the coolest archer I know.”

Clint raised an eyebrow, surprised by the praise. “Really? That’s—”

Lucas tilted his head. “But only because I don’t know any other archers. I mean, it’s not like I’m hanging out with Robin Hood on the weekends.”

Clint’s face dropped, and Tony burst into laughter, slapping Clint on the back. “Don’t worry, Legolas, he’s just getting started.”

Lucas turned his attention to Tony. “As for you, Mr. Stark, I guess you’re okay too.”

Tony looked pleased. “I’ll take it. See, Bucky? The kid does have taste.”

“Yeah,” Lucas continued, “You’re like the rich uncle who shows up to family reunions and brags about his new car but doesn’t let anyone touch it.”

Tony’s grin vanished, and Steve snorted. “He’s not wrong, Tony.”

“Excuse me, I—” Tony began, but Lucas held up a hand.

“I mean, you’re cool, but you still look like you’d hand out business cards to your own reflection.”

“Okay, wow,” Tony muttered, rubbing his goatee. “Kid’s savage. I like it.”

“Don’t take it too personally, Tony,” Clint teased. “I think that’s the closest he’s come to saying he likes you.”

Lucas turned to Clint again and grinned. “Actually, I do like you, Clint.”

Clint’s face lit up. “You do?”

“Yeah, you seem like the guy who’ll teach me how to sneak out of the house or pick a lock.”

Clint looked up at the rest of the Avengers, pointing at them with a wide grin. “Hear that, guys? I’m the bad influence! Finally, I’ve got a reputation!”

“Congratulations, Barton,” Tony deadpanned. “Parent of the year material right there.”

Sam cleared his throat, pointing at himself. “Hey, what about me, kid? You got something nice to say?”

Lucas looked Sam up and down, a contemplative look on his face. “You’re… well, you’re definitely… not as annoying as I thought you’d be.”

Sam blinked, and Tony burst into laughter. “Ha! Take that, Birdman!”

“Wait a second—” Sam protested, “Not as annoying? That’s it?”

Lucas shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I mean, I thought you’d squawk a lot more. So… good job not doing that.”

Clint chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, at least you’re getting a compliment, Wilson.”

Sam grumbled, crossing his arms. “Yeah, whatever. I’m still the coolest here.”

Bucky, feeling left out of the back-and-forth, leaned down to Lucas. "Alright, smart mouth, since you're handing out compliments, what do you have to say about me?"

Lucas gave Bucky a long, thoughtful look before replying. "You're... okay."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Okay? That's all I get?"

Lucas shrugged. "Well, you did bring me here to meet these guys, and I guess you don't totally suck at being a superhero. But your hair still looks like it's trying to escape from your head.”

The rest of the Avengers burst out laughing, and Bucky’s mouth dropped open as he instinctively reached up to touch his hair.

“My hair’s fine!” he exclaimed, looking around for support. “Right, guys?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Tony said, barely able to contain his laughter. “It’s totally not fleeing in horror. You’re good.”

“Absolutely,” Clint agreed, wiping a tear from his eye. “Just maybe… get a helmet?”

Bucky’s jaw dropped, and he looked back down at Lucas with a mock scowl. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Lucas beamed up at him. “Back at ya, Mr. Metal Mop.”

The room finally settled down, and Tony stepped forward again, leaning down to Lucas’s level with a curious expression.

“Alright, kid, we’ve had our fun,” Tony said, offering a small smile. “You got anything else to say?”

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I guess you guys are… kind of cool.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Kind of cool?”

“Yeah,” Lucas continued, “In an ‘awkward dads who try too hard to be funny’ kind of way.”

Clint, Steve, Sam, and Tony exchanged glances before collectively bursting into laughter. Bucky let out a sigh of relief, grateful to be off the hook.

“Okay, I think we’ve had enough roast for one day,” Bucky said, gently patting Lucas on the shoulder. “What do you say we let these guys get their dignity back?”

Lucas pretended to consider it, then nodded. “Alright. But only because you asked nicely.”

“Nicely?” Steve repeated with a grin. “Buck doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”

Lucas shrugged. “Yeah, he’s more like ‘grumble, grumble, metal arm’ all the time.”

Bucky groaned, but there was a fond smile on his face. “Let’s go, kid. We’ve done enough damage for one day.”

As they turned to leave, Tony called out, “Hey, Lucas!”

Lucas glanced back. “Yeah?”

“You should come back,” Tony said with a grin. “We need someone to keep us on our toes.”

Clint nodded in agreement. “And maybe next time, I’ll teach you how to shoot ten arrows at once.”

“Or maybe I’ll let you fly my wings,” Sam offered with a smirk.

“Or,” Tony added with a sly grin, “we build a robot together that’ll really show these guys what’s up.”

Lucas’s face lit up, and he glanced up at Bucky. “Can we, Mr. Metal Mop? Can we come back?”

Bucky glanced around at his friends, seeing the hopeful and genuinely fond expressions on their faces. He couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, kid, we can come back.”

Lucas grinned and looked back at the Avengers. “Cool. But next time, bring the Hulk. I wanna see if he’s really that green, or if he’s just been eating too many vegetables.”

The room erupted in laughter again, and Bucky shook his head, placing a hand on Lucas’s shoulder as they walked out.

“Yeah, you’re definitely one of us now, kid,” Clint called out. “Just don’t teach us all your secrets, okay?”

Lucas shot him a cheeky grin. “No promises, Sparkeye.”

With one last round of laughter, Bucky and Lucas left the room, the sound of their new friends’ chuckles echoing down the hall.

“See? I told you they’d like you,” Bucky murmured.

Lucas glanced up at him, a proud smile on his face. “I guess you don’t totally suck, Mr. Metal Mop.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to saying that,” Bucky muttered, but he couldn’t hide his grin.

The two of them continued down the hall, and as they turned the corner, Bucky knew one thing for sure—Lucas had definitely found a home with the Avengers.

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