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In my head ak Jason loves pussy when he finds out he's great at eating out 🫣 (I personally think he likes to bury himself with his face in her pussy when the reader is sleeping.)

HE EATS IT LIKE ITS HIS LAST MEAL ISTG!! #JASON TODD IS A PUSSY EATER

Ak!Jason Todd Eatin’ Pussy ((NSFW FIC ))

reader has a vagina but gn terms/gender not implied!!

YOU just got back from your shift, you were so tired. Took a shower and flopped into bed, Jason was sitting at the desk just at the side of your bed going over some files. You’re body was exhausted, but you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. Your back hurt, body felt too tight, too tense. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t take initiative? To help his love out?

JASON is pressing hard wet kisses on your thighs and lower stomach, not yet making his way to your pussy. He has one hand on your chest softly squeezing your nipple the other your hip. He’s tenderly sucking hickeys into your inner thighs hot breaths trailing along your skin, he makes his way to your pussy lips. Peppering the outside of your cunt with soft kisses, moaning lightly with every press of his lips. He looked up at you, didn’t move his head though. Tease kept it right there so when he huskily asked,”You ready?” you could feel his damn breath on your cunt. You could’ve sworn you heard his smile when he spoke too.

You nodded, ”Mhm.” Jason spoke again, breath agonizingly pressing against your pussy,

”Mmmhhh,, sweetheart I need words.” Your hips perked up at the feeling , grazing his bottom lip for a moment. You babbled out your agreement along with a few pleads for him to start. For him to fuck you with his tongue. “Yeah? Need me to fuck you?” He edged his face closer as be spoke his lips could glide across your cunt again. He takes his hand from your nipple and used both hands to start stroking your inner thighs while you let out whimpered pleads.

“Yeah don’t worry doll, I gotcha..” He cooed before leaning back down into your wet hole. He started licking your folds, working from your lips down to your cunts opening. Letting out groans as he worked his way into you. He flicked his tongue around your clit, searching for the part of your pussy that had you loudest. At this point his drool and your cunts wetness had started covering his face. Jason started lapping at your pussy’s sensitive spot, dragging his tongue up your cunt over and over again. Slowly driving you up a wall and god he knows it. You reach down and start touching his hair, grinding your pussy into his mouth. Jason would talk his shit right now if he didn’t have his face buried in your cunt. He grabbed your thighs and had you wrap your legs around his head, staring to take turns, lapping at your cunt then sucking into your sensitive spot.

You looked back down at him to see his face practically smushed in-between your thighs, he had his head tilted just enough so he could breathe. Jasons eyes were closed, eyelashes looking so god damn pretty, fluttering every now and then too, and then you felt it. You felt it before you heard him. He’s moaning into your pussy, hardly muffled because of the way he has his entire mouth focused on your cunt. Choked out groans and grunts vibrating around your core.

You felt your hips start to tense and more lewd noises starting to leave your lips, the warmth of his tongue playing with your sensitive folds and the sharp vibrations of his moans sending you over. You dropped your head back and opened your mouth, feeling a few hard pulses of pleasure wash over you. You came on his tongue, not even being able to warn him in time. Its not like Jason cares though, he’s rubbing circles around the outside of your thighs and then tapped your leg three times as if praising you. Jason barely pulls away, “Another.” He pants raggedly before diving back into you.

Uh-huh he’s getting another🫡

JASON EATING PUSSY FICS>>

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Oh my lord...I am so sorry that the NSFW Alphabet for Enigma/Origins Riddler is taking forever but work has been beating my ass. 5 days of 11 hour shifts per week is fucking brutal, and I have barely had time for anything save for sleeping, eating (barely even doing that), and showering. 

Once Christmas hits, though, I’ll go back to 4 days of 10 hour shifts per week, which will be much more manageable and I’ll actually be able to get shit done FFS. Like, really, I’m not happy but I can’t do anything about it right now so I’m just.........enduring.

To tide you all over, I am going to present what I have completed for the NSFW Alphabet for Enigma/Edward Nashton, our favorite sassy, sexy IT guy who loves to troll us like the little shit he is. I have letters A through N and X done, so that’s quite a lot.

I won’t lie, though...I’m not sure how happy I am with this one. I think I did better with the ones for Arkham Knight Riddler and Telltale Riddler, and I have so many mixed feelings about my work for Enigma....I don’t know. I feel like maybe I dropped the ball here? 😞 So I apologize if it’s not too great. 

Feedback is definitely welcome because if I can make this better, than I would LOVE to make it better 😫😫😫😫

Anyway, NSFT content below the cut.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Eddie is very doting even in his GCPD/sane/far-less-depressed days. His insecurities still play a part like for his Arkham Knight self, but it’s much less intense. He wants to be the best boyfriend you could ever have so you don’t dump him for being “inferior,” but he’s not as internally stressed out about it. It’s more like he is a bit nervous at first as he gets used to things, being intimate and what you like after. However, once he gets comfortable, he’s pretty calm and confident for the most part.

As for aftercare for him, again, some similarities to his Arkham Knight self but it’s not as extreme. He does like to cuddle after but it’s less because he’s clingy and desperate for affection and more because he is truly happy to have you in his life. Otherwise, he doesn’t ask for too much. Maybe a snack or a drink now and again.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Again, like with any Riddler, Enigma/Nashton definitely thinks his mind is the best part of himself. As Enigma, yes, he still wants to show off his incredible intellect to you as a means of charming you, but he doesn’t go overboard like his Arkham Knight self. Enigma is a smug little shit but his narcissism is more in check, and he doesn’t get over-the-top with his words like his Arkham Knight self. 

As for an actual body part, again, it would be his hands since he is great at building things, is a fast typer (obviously helps with programming/hacking), plays chess like a pro (really, he’s good), and is capable of some very impressive handwriting.

For you, I think it would be your hands. Arkhamverse Eddie is very touch-starved, and while as Enigma, it’s not quite as bad, he still does want some sort of physical affection. To him, your hands are lovely, and your touch is soothing, grounding him to reality sometimes. The fact you actually want to use your hands to pleasure him and not punch, slap or choke him is truly a relief. Deep down, he is lonely and never expected to find any sort of connection with anyone, growing used to being ignored, insulted, and bullied by others. So receiving a loving touch gives him some comfort as he has someone who not only appreciates him but loves him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Enigma is much more of a neat freak than his Arkham Knight self, but he’s not going to complain of making a mess of you. He loves to cum on your face, in your mouth, and inside you because it’s not only a way for him to ���claim” you as his, it’s also a sign of how comfortable you are being so vulnerable with him.

This version of Eddie, though, is very much into fucking your mouth and cumming down your throat. He loves to have your eyes on him as you suck him off, and he loves to hear you swallow his cum. Again, it fuels his ego to see you willingly submit to him like this, and it gives him the thrill of being in control.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You know that Eddie would absolutely love to have you blow him under his desk while working at the GCPD. Granted, he’s not terribly fond of the being caught but it’s such a thrilling idea that he can’t deny its appeal. Nearly everyone at work thinks he’s some sort of sex-starved bore, so imagine how they’d feel knowing that yes, he can have fun, too, and no, it doesn’t involve cheating on his s/o with strippers at the local night clubs. (You know some of them cops be cheating on their wives, let’s be real, and Eddie thinks it’s gross).

Plus, having you keep him company at work would make his days at the GCPD dealing with corrupt cops and an absolute idiot of a commissioner (this is before Gordon is in charge, remember) more tolerable. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a lot of experience. He’s had very few partners in his life, and while he may boast he’s got moves, he’s really just too nervous to admit otherwise. It kind of shows, though, with how shy he is when the two of you first become intimate, but just be patient and kind to him. He’s got a great memory and takes direction very well, and he does actually want you to enjoy going to bed with him so he’s going to work hard to keep you satisfied. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Eddie enjoys being on top because he loves watching you come undone beneath him and he enjoys holding your wrists down (when you two are in the mood for it). 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not goofy or silly. I mean, yes, he’s a damn tease and sarcastic af, but not childish. Ok, well, maybe sometimes he’s a bit of a man-child but, at this point in his life, it’s much more subdued. He’s far more playful than anything, and thinks being silly has no place in the bedroom -- or anywhere really. Not that he can’t ever laugh at himself. It just takes some effort since he’s not comfortable making mistakes.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Completely the opposite of his Arkham Knight self, Enigma is very well-groomed. Not excessively so, but he actually showers everyday, keeps his hair neatly trimmed, and shaves regularly. Before meeting you, he’s not terribly fussed about being tidy “downstairs” but once you two become serious about your relationship, he definitely makes an effort to keep that part of him as presentable as possible. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

At first, Eddie is extremely nervous as he’s not used to being vulnerable with anyone, but he’ll ramble on like he is experienced and comfortable. You see right through it, though, but don’t call him out on it in a mocking way; you’ll turn him off of you faster than you can say, “enigma.” Just be understanding and patient with him, guide him along without being condescending, and he’ll eventually relax enough to enjoy being intimate with you.

At this point in his life, Eddie can become comfortable letting his guard down more quickly with the right person as he hasn’t gone down that dark, depressing path of being repeatedly defeated by Batman and losing his sanity. When you have Eddie’s affection, he’s very romantic, often spoiling you with gifts and sweet compliments. He’s also secretly a cuddler, and likes to hold you for a while even if he knows he has somewhere else to be. It’s rare -- if at all -- that anyone likes him and even rarer that he likes anyone, so he’s going to be very affectionate with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s a little embarrassed to admit it but he does resort to jerking off since it’s not like he has dates lined up outside his door, you know? He’s also more in touch with his “urges” even if he feels a little ashamed about them, and he has pleasured himself on more than one occasion before meeting you. He’s young and rather energetic in his GCPD days since he hasn’t wasted a bunch of time and energy on Batman, so he’s more likely to get, well, horny.

When he gets to liking you, he jerks off more often than he would care to admit, and it takes time for him to confess this to you. He just couldn’t help himself usually because he found you to be so stunning and pleasant to be around, and you treated him better than anyone else ever had so he kind of let his emotions run crazy in his alone time.

When you confess to him that you also were pleasuring yourself while fantasizing about him on multiple occasions, he’ll feel more at ease with what he did but also kind of...flattered. He hasn’t heard anyone admit to “getting off” because of him, and since he is attracted to you, it’s, well..it’s pretty damn awesome to hear you tell him this.

Eddie also may enjoy mutual masturbation with you. I mean, he’s curious as to what exactly you did to please yourself when you were alone thinking about him. How long did it take for you to orgasm each time? Did you like edging yourself? Did you use any toys? What did you imagine him saying, doing? He has a lot of questions because he has a curious mind, you know...and he’s, well, horny for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Like his Arkham Knight counterpart, he loves it if you address him “formally” while doing the do: Mr. Nashton, Mr. Nashton Sir, or even just Sir. His ego hasn’t taken a bashing like his AK self, though, so he doesn’t need this kink as a means of feeling better about himself, but rather, he loves the power play. Edward likes to be in charge, even in the bedroom, but he likes to have fun, too -- wants you to have fun. So the formal names are more or less major kinks for him than anything.

He loves it when you send him sexy pics or texts while he’s at work because it’s like a challenge for him. Can he keep his cool while you’re teasing him like this? Or will he cave and have to “take care of himself?” Either way, he will use it later to “punish you” for being so unfair. 

This Eddie, since his self-esteem isn’t in the dumps, is much more comfortable with you dominating him from time to time. He’ll even admit it, although, in his own way (he has some trouble admitting he gets off on being dominated). If you tie him down and tease him, ride him, but don’t let him cum until you feel he’s “earned it,” he’ll be in heaven. He lives to be a “good boy” for you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Not fussed about where you guys do it, although, anything in public is kind of off limits as he’s too shy to risk getting caught. But any type of furniture or any wall or the shower...Eddie is very keen to try new spots. It’s, per usual, a challenge for him to see how you two handle it, and he likes variety.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Calling him, “Mr. Nashton,” or even just “Sir.” Complimenting him on his intelligence, his looks -- but most certainly his intelligence. Being touchy-feely with him. Touching his thigh. Kissing him by surprise. Flat-out telling him you need him. Wearing something green that’s also very sexy and looks amazing on you. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do anything that could actually hurt you. Some consensual rough play is fine, but he won’t do anything that is downright painful. He also won’t try anything new without your permission.

He’s not into derogatory language, so he’s not going to call you “bitch” or “whore.” He thinks it’s vulgar and doesn’t see the appeal in calling his lover such things.

Now, this Eddie is actually ok with some humiliation kink since, again, he hasn’t taken a severe beating to his self-esteem. If you’re into it, he’ll indulge you, and, once he’s comfortable with you, he’ll let you do it to him. He kind of gets off on it -- but DON’T go overboard. Keep it light and fun, more like teasing. If you push it too far, he’ll get upset and will need to be alone, and you’ll also have to rebuild your trust with him.

He’s not into being called, “Daddy.” He thinks it’s weird, gross, and downright humiliating. Plus, it reminds him of his dad and he hates his dad.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a bit above average, like 7-7.5 inches but unlike his Arkham Knight self, he’s a bit more comfortable with it, not as concerned with being “not big enough” for you.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS Ⅱ Vol.4 Carla VS Shin [Track 6]

Original title: 月狼兄弟の企み

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 4 Carla VS Shin [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Morikawa Toshiyuki & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: I will be honest here ーー I initially pushed back this translation because I am not the biggest Tsukinami stan out there and I thought I wouldn’t enjoy this CD very much. However, the relationship between Carla and Shin really is fascinating and I’m really looking forward to playing Dark Fate eventually to see how the game tackles it and develops their bond in the respective routes. I assume most of the backstory parts this CD provides gets repeated in the game as well, but since I haven’t played it, most of the information was new for me. xD

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Track 6: The Tsukinami Brothers’ Scheme

Carla: Well then...Moreーー! ...Hm?

Approaching footsteps can be heard. 

Carla: Hmph. So you’ve finally made it here.

Shin: Nii-san.

Carla: Shin. You sure took your time.

You seem shocked. 

Shin: My apologies for interrupting you while you are busy. ...Why do you look so surprised?

Carla: Shin. She is surprised by your current appearance.

Shin: ...Hm? Ahー I am covered in blood after all. However, she’s quite the sight right now as well. 

Shin leans against the edge of the bed.

*Creaaaak* 

You aks how he is still alive.

Shin: Haah? I should be dead? Ahー You mean Nii-san’s messing around from earlier? Who do you think I am? I couldn’t die even if I wanted to. 

Carla: Seems like those Vampire brothers do not resort to such kind of playful banter.

Shin: Heeh? Well, if you’ve got the entire Demon World at your fingertips, I’m sure there’s more fun things to do than mess around like this. Even though we are running out of time.

Carla: Haste makes waste. 

Shin: I know, Nii-san.

Carla: Furthermore, Shin. Next time you shall not be so lucky.

Shin: What could you be referring to, Nii-san~? 

Carla: Do not play dumb.

Shin: If you’re talking about the fact I sucked her blood, I did that for your sake. She smelled horrible after all.  

Carla: ...Do you wish to anger me?

Shin: Woah there! That’s not my intention. Could you not get the wrong idea? More importantly, seems like she’s had something laying on the tip of her tongue this whole time. Shouldn’t we listen, just in case?

Carla turns his head towards you.

Carla: ...What’s the matter?

You tell them that you are just a human. 

Carla: ‘I am just a normal human’, you say? Heh, what nonsense are you still spouting? 

Shin: Do you truly believe an ‘ordinary human’ would have a whole family of Vampires gang up on them, being toyed around with as they please? You really are a fool.

Carla: You are free to believe what you wish. However, the truth cannot be denied. You are not unaware of the story behind your own heart, are you? 

Shin: The heart of Cordelia, daughter of the Demon Lord should be buried inside of there. 

Carla: Shin. That is the truth, but it is somewhat different from the theory we go by. 

You frown.

Shin: ...I know. ...You’re actually aware, aren’t you? Of the fact that you are not normal. Yet you wish to be human despite that? 

You insist that you are human. 

Carla: You claim to be a human regardless? I see. Seems like you need urgent cleansing after all. Before it is too late. Shin, youーー

Shin: No need to ask, I’ll help you out. 

Carla: Do not get the wrong idea. You are simplyーー

Shin: Tsk...I know, Nii-san. The reason I sucked her blood was really for no other reason than the one I gave you before. Besides, I am like a servant to you. I can never match you, nor do I wish to. 

Carla: We are blood-related siblings, and also the last two survivors of the First Bloods in this whole world. Therefore, I am speaking the truth when I say that I do not want to have to end you with my own hands. ...That being said, rebellion is a deadly sin. If you were to bare your fangs at me, I shall have no mercy. I shall cut you up, and turn you to ashes in the flames of Purgatory. 

Shin: I do not think meeting my end at the hands of a Founder such as yourself would be that bad, to be honest.

Carla: ...Shin.

Shin: ...! That was just a little joke right now.

Carla: I hope it is. You a Founder, even if it was meant as a joke, you should not say such things so carelessly. 

Shin: I know. I shall act as you wish. 

Carla: I see. In that case, I shall give you permission to join us on the bed.

Shin: ...Now that makes me extremely happy and grateful.

Shin joins the two of you.

*Creaaaak* 

Shin: Well then, shall we continue your cleansing?

You fight back. 

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: Shin. Do not allow her to fight back. This woman should submit to us, bowing her head.

Shin: Hehe...My bad, my bad~ Ugh...!! Behave!! Argh, fuck! Making me go through trouble like this...Don’t make a fuss! Just give up already! It’s all pointless...I’m sure you don’t want to be overtaken by their blood and become a Vampire either, do you? 

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: ...Ugh! You’re so annoying! If Nii-san wasn’t here, I would have punched you by now, geez! Come on! Don’t struggle!

Shin restrains you.

Shin: Listen. If you don’t have your blood cleansed by us, you’ll fall victim to their Vampire blood, get it? We are saving you...!!

*RIIIIP*

Shin: ...Ugh! Seeing as I have no other choice but to tie you down like this, I’m really starting to wonder just how those Vampires disciplined you...!? 

*Rustle*

Carla: I assume they let her be defiant like this. They say that the feistier the prey, the more delicious, do they not? Which is why I told you to defy this kind of behavior earlier. I simply cannot stand the thought of being grouped together with this inferior Vampires. 

Shin: Heh...I see. Well, even if you say that, to me your blood was so fucking disgusting, it shocked me. I feel bad for you too Nii-san, knowing the first blood you got to enjoy in decades turned out to be like this. Hahaha...

Carla: I do not mind. This is for the sake of our race. If this is my duty as a King, I shall accept it. 

Shin: As to be expected of Nii-san. To me, it was so bad, I thought I was gonna die. So much so I wanted to kill those Vampires in cold blood at that very moment. Hahaha...

Carla: Well then, let us leave the chit-chat at that. You can give her your fangs down there. Like this, I shall proceed with the cleansing from her nape once more.

*Rustle*

Shin: Haah...This torture again, huh? I feel like being killed by Nii-san would have still been preferable. 

Carla: Woman. Sorry for the wait. This time twice the amount of pleasure will assault you, I assume. This is something you have been eagerly craving for, is it not? You should rejoice! Fufufu...

*Rustle*

Shin: I’ll start from the tip of your toes. Brace yourself, okay? Haahnーー!

Shin bites you.

Carla: ...I see. It hurts, does it? In that case, I shall give you an even greater pain. Here on your chest...

Carla bites you as well. 

*Sluuuurp*

Carla: Mmh...Haah...

Shin: Mmph...Haahー!! Haah...It’s only a slight improvement, but I feel like it’s somewhat more palatable than earlier. Mmh...

Carla: Seems like the effects of the cleansing have started showing somewhat. Haahn...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Carla: Haah...

*Gulp gulp*

Carla: Haah...

Shin: Haah... However...It’s still nowhere near enough...!

Carla: Do not panic...We made it in time for the Lunar Eclipse. Like this, those Vampires will be unable of tracking down her presence. Haahn...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Shin: When I think of those guys frantically looking around for her, it makes me feel a little better. Hahaha...Nii-san, switch places with me. 

*Rustle*

Carla: Heh. Very well.

Shin: Thanks~ ...Haahn. 

Shin bites your chest this time.

*Gulp*

Carla: What’s the matter? Your body’s twitching...Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Shin: In that case, I’ll suck you here next. Guess I’ll go for your lower back? Engraving my own fang marks on top of the ones Nii-san left behind might not be bad. 

*Gulp*

Carla: Haah...Hah! What nonsense are you spouting..Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: Heh...But don’t you like nonsense as well?

Shin bites your lower back. 

Shin: Mmh...

*Gulp*

Carla: Haah...Oi, woman. Have you lost all will to fight back? Or perhaps it feels too good, you no longer care about resisting? Just as I thought, you were just bluffing earlier. Mmh...

*Gulp*

Shin: Hehe...Seems like she lost the strength to fight back, but she’s still glaring at us, you know? 

Carla: ...Haah. Heh. I wonder how long she will be able to keep said expression. Let us test her some more. 

*Creaaaak*

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: Haahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Shin: ...Haah...You really are an interesting woman. Haahnーー!

*Gulp*

Shin: Don’t tell me...Did you perhaps have something special going on with one of those Vampires? ...Heh, there’s just no way, right? 

Carla: Do you truly believe those guys would be capable of comprehending a human’s feelings? In the end, they are still filthy Vampires.

Shin: Heh, right. ...When you consider who dragged you out here in the first place, there’s just no way.

Carla: Haahn...

*Gulp gulp*

Carla: Haah...haah...The taste of her blood is gradually changing... 

Shin: Mmh...Haah...

*Gulp*

Shin: Mmh...Haah...! Is the end to this everlasting darkness nearly upon us at last? 

Carla: Exactly. The time has come, the moon is chipped. The door to Banmaden will open, and us siblings will be freed. And thenーー! I can see a bright future. Hahaha...Finally! The moon has become full again. Soon those guys will become aware of my existence. 

Shin: Hahaha...I wonder what that guy’s going to do? 

Carla: There is nothing he can do. We can no longer be stopped. We have our trump card right here. 

Shin: I’m the one who brought her here, you know?

Carla: Fufufu...You got to have some fun with her earlier as a reward, did you not?

Shin: Hmph. Well, that works.

Carla looks over at you.

Carla: You are nothing but a tool to us. 

You ask what they are scheming.

Shin: Hmm~? Our motive, you ask? ...I believe it’d be in your best interest to remain ignorant though.

Carla: Exactly. All you need to think about is your own blood.

*Rustle*

Carla: However, if you are okay with experiencing the pain from being treated as a tool regardless, I do not mind telling you. 

Shin: You heard him. ...Honestly, your masochism really is off the charts. Hahaha...

You frown. 

Shin: Well, if you shut up and fulfill your duty, you can simply watch over everything which is about to happen. You can no longer get away, you know? If you do...You’ll be ripped to shreds by us before you get a chance of returning to their side.

Carla: It would be highly troubling if you believe that you can do as you please simply because you hold some value to us. We simply need you alive. 

Carla leans in closer. 

Carla: You understand what I’m trying to say...Don’t you?

You nod.

Carla: Fufufu...Seems like you comprehend at least. 

Shin jumps off the bed.

Shin: ...There we go. Oh dear, seems like the moon has become full while we were getting carried away talking. We might want to hide this girl for real soon.

Carla: Good point. Let us go into hiding for a while, and proceed with the cleansing. 

Shin: Seems like it’ll take some time.

Carla: When you consider we have spent several hundreds years down in the flames of Hell, it is barely worth mentioning. Haste makes waste. ...Woman. We shall have you show your use for our sake. 

Well then, Shin. It is almost time. Hide this manor from their view.

Shin: Understood.

Shin gets up and walks towards the door.

Carla: Shin.

Shin: ...Hm, what’s wrong, Nii-san?

Carla: ...Don’t make me have to kill you. We are the only two remaining First Bloods after all.

Shin: Haha...Now this is new for you, to repeat yourself over and over like that. What’s the matter? Have you been affected by that girl’s blood, perhaps?

Carla: Tonight is different from usual after all.

Shin: Hm...Seems like even the King of Founders can’t fight back against the moon. 

Carla: ...

Shin: I know how you feel very well, Nii-san. Did I not mention it earlier? You should know better than anyone else that I can’t defy you. 

Carla: ...

Shin: ...Well then, we’ll seriously run out of time, so I’ll get going now. Having them find this place is the one thing I’d like to avoid after all. 

Carla: Yes...

Shin leaves.

Carla: Shin, you...No, I suppose I am worrying over nothing. However, we have willingly brought the seed of disaster upon ourselves. Things cannot possibly stay the same. 

You look up at Carla, confused. 

Carla: Woman. You should sleep for a while.

He suddenly knocks you out cold.

*THUD*

Carla: I shall not forgive those who defy me, regardless of who they may be. Even if it is my younger brother...

*SCENE SHIFT*

Shin: ( I can’t win against Nii-san...There’s too overwhelming of a power difference. Not only is he the King of Founders, but a descendant of the First Bloods. Which is why I always thought that it only made sense for me to exert myself for him as his younger brother.

...But knowing things will stay like that forever, is a little troubling. That girl. If only I were able to get my hands on her. I’d be able to, against Nii-san... )

Even if I have to go up against my own older brother, I shall make you mine...! If this is my destiny, I’ll rip apart these chains of reason with my own hands! 

Shin transforms into a wolf.

*HOOOOOOOOWL*

He runs off.

*HOOOOOOOOWL*

ーー THE END ーー

[angelic-holland]

Cover Me In Your Love // th x fem!reader x jg

moodboard by the lovely @robbinholland

Summary: Sequel to When Two Becomes Three. Jake and Tom take care of their good girl.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: threeway, mild m/m interactions, overstimulation, bondage, squirting, mild humiliation, but like a heaping pile of fluff at the end

A/N: apparently im a slut for these two anyways are we shocked? absolutely not. this was mostly written last night at 1am while watching buzzfeed unsolved so i apologize for any atrocious grammar

ake’s had his eyes on you all night as you danced at the club with Tom. They just finished their interviews earlier that day, so of course everyone wanted to go out and celebrate. Which led you to wear a very tight skirt and a crop top, grinding against your boyfriend, his hands tight on your hips. His lips marked you as much as possible, biting down on your sweet spot, gently sucking along your neck right up to your ear.

“Look at Jake baby, he looks like he wants to bend you over the bar and fuck you in front of everyone. You’d let him wouldn’t you?” Tom whispers into your ear and you groan, nodding.

“You’re just so fucking desperate to get fucked, you missed his cock didn’t you? Miss the way we’d both fuck you at the same time?”

As Tom got more and more turned on simply by his own words, his accent became thicker. You whimpered as Jake winked at you, feeling how wet you were with no panties underneath the leather skirt. 

“Wanna get out of here? Want Jake to take care of you? Want me to watch?”

“Yeah, Tom, please,” you moan, voice nearly drowned out by the loud music blaring through the club. Tom nods towards Jake and he follows you and Tom out of the club, keeping his distance before you’re in the elevator going up to your room.

Tom stood on one side of you, his hands gripping your hips, mouthing at your neck while Jake whispers instructions in your other ear.

Jake’s hand easily glides under the material of your crop top, playing with the lace of your bra, “when you get to the room I want you to strip for us, Tom’s going to watch me take care of you since you’ve been such a good girl lately. Then we’ll both make you feel like you’re in fucking heaven baby girl.”

“Are you sure we’re not already there?” You whisper, slightly breathless as he pinches your nipple through the fabric of your bra. 

The elevator dings and Jake and Tom both pull away, Tom slips his hand in your own before guiding you to your room. 

They step back and watch as you strip for them, leaving your clothes and heels in a pile by the door before you look down, flushing.

“You look gorgeous baby girl,” Jake smiles, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to face him. You were trembling, naked and eager, trying to hide just how flustered the older man made you as Tom sat in the desk chair of your hotel room, watching you behave so well for Jake.

“Thank you sir,” you breath out and his thumb catches on your bottom lip, pulling it down. You want to wrap your lips around it but you wait to see what he wants.

“So good for me too, go ahead, suck it like you would my cock,” Jake pushes his thumb further into your mouth and your tongue goes to work, swirling along his finger as his other hand is firm around the base of your neck, gently pushing you back towards the bed.

You stumble slightly, keeping your lips around his thumb until he pulls his hand away, “Go ahead, spread out on the bed for me.”

You scramble to do as you’re told, spreading your legs and resting your hands by your head, feeling yourself flush as he crawls between your legs. His hands spread your thighs and you nearly pass out when he licks his lips. 

“Tom, you’ve been edging her every day since Mexico?” Jake asks, running a finger through the mess between your thighs.

“Christ yeah, so needy, but she took her edges so well, never complained, even begged me for more,” Tom smirks and his voice is thick with lust.

Jake looks back at him for a moment, a proud smile on his face before focusing his attention back on you.

“Such a needy little slut huh? But you’re such a good slut for us, aren’t you? Didn’t come once since Mexico,” Jake kisses along the inside of your thigh before pressing a kiss to your clit, which was already throbbing for them.

“Your slut sir, fuck,” you whimper, hands grabbing at the pillow under your head as he gently pushes his index finger inside of you. 

“That’s right, such a good girl for me. Do you like when Tom watches me take you apart? Want him to join us?”

“Fuck, Tom, please, please join us, want you, need you.”

“But baby girl, Tommy’s had you all to himself for a while. Isn’t it time I give you a few edges?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as Jake’s tongue circles your clit, lips lightly wrapping around it and sucking gently.

“Eyes on me, keep those legs open for me,” Jake demands and your eyes flutter open again.

His lips are red and spit slick as he moves back to suck on your clit again. He adds a second finger inside of you, stretching you while you clench around him, your legs twitching as the fight to stay open.

“Do you need some help honey? Need some help staying on display for Tom to watch me take you apart?”

“Oh fuck,” you groan, “yeah, yeah I think do,” you begin to squirm before watching Tom stand up and walk over to his suitcase.

Both Tom and Jake are completely clothed, which only adds to the flush and sheen of sweat on your body at the dynamic between them and you. 

Tom grabs dark red rope and you moan, loud, almost too loud for the hotel room. You were grateful that Tom and Jake had adjoining rooms. 

“Shhh, do you want Tom to tie you up? Make sure you can feel everything we want to give you?” Jake asks, kissing your clit again as his fingers rub along your g-spot. His teeth graze your clit and your back arches as Tom moves to kneel by your head.

“Yeah, oh fuck, sir, I’m close,” you whine as Tom brings your wrist to his mouth, kissing along it before bringing it up to the headboard. He easily ties that hand before running a hand down to your tits, fingers pinching your nipple as you whimper and cry, clenching around Jake’s fingers as you get impossibly closer.

“Do you wanna come baby girl? Wanna come all over my fingers?”

“Fuck, no Jake, want you to edge me please,” your voice is trembling as you hold back your orgasm.

“Aww such a good girl for me, you want to be dripping by the time I get my cock inside you don’t you?”

“Yeah, fuck, fuck please, sir, please,” you cry out just as you’re about to tip over the edge Jake pulls his fingers out of you, running them up and down your folds before pushing your thighs farther apart.

“Tom, go ahead, tie her legs apart for me, we’ll need plenty of space to work,” Jake kisses your clit once more before Tom moves to wrap his hand around your ankle, pulling it to the side and tying it to the bedpost. 

He ties your other ankle as well before tying your other wrist. And then you were tied spread eagle and trembling for them as Jake dove his tongue into your cunt, fucking you with it as Tom slowly strips his shirt off. 

“God, you taste divine baby girl, I missed your pretty little cunt,” Jake moans before licking through your folds again, pushing two fingers back into you as you near the edge again.

“Sir, please, ‘m close,” you whine and he stops again.

“Such a good girl, telling me when you’re close, you think Tommy can join us? Want us both to sit between your legs and make you feel good?” Jake kisses your hip, thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit.

“Oh fuck, yes, please Tom, sir, want both of you, please,” you whimper and Tom smiles, resting a hand on your upper thigh. Jake moves over and his body presses against your other thigh so Tom can kneel next to him.

“Look so pretty for us, want to come now? Want to come with me and Jake’s mouths and hands all over you?” Tom asks, kissing along your thigh, Jake continues fucking his fingers into you as Tom’s lips brush against your clit.

“Please, I’ll be good, please do whatever you want,” you cry out as Tom slips his tongue down and licks around Jake’s fingers. 

“Okay pretty girl, you can come whenever you want,” Tom mumbled against your skin.

“Fuck, can, god can you both eat me out?” You ask, flushing at the thought. 

Jake rubbed his cheek against your thigh, knowing how much you love when his beard scratches your skin, smirking up at you, “you want us both to eat you out baby girl? Want us to use our tongues to make you feel really good?”

“Fuck, please, please yeah,” you whine as Jake pulls his fingers out of you and the angle is odd but Tom and Jake make it work. 

Jake focuses on fucking you with his tongue while Tom sucks your clit at an angle, pulling delicious moans from you. Tom’s hand is gripping your thigh and Jake’s hand is currently holding onto the back of Tom’s head, encouraging him to eat you out with soothing tugs of his hair. 

The sight alone has you coming, crying their names while you arch your back and fight against the rope that’s binding you.

“So pretty coming for us, wanna come again?” Jake asks, letting go of Tom’s head, he’s got a deep blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and you moan, nodding your head.

“You okay?” Jake asks Tom and Tom groans.

“Yeah, Christ yeah,” Tom smiles up at you and you whimper before Tom dives back to eat you out, tracing your folds while Jake gently rests a hand on the back of his neck. 

“You like this don’t you? Like watching me make your boyfriend eat you out?” Jake smirks as Tom groans against you. 

“Fuck, Tom, do you like this?” You whimper, watching as Jake’s hand runs to hold onto Tom’s shoulder, gently rubbing his skin. 

“Yeah, shit,” Tom pulls back, he stares at Jake’s lips, both of them covered in your juices.

“Can you, fuck, Tom do you want to kiss Jake?”

Tom flushes an even darker red than you thought possible and nods shyly.

“Holy fuck please,” you cry out, gasp as Jake pulls Tom to him, capturing his lips as their hands grip your thighs, lightly teasing you. Tom gets absolutely lost in the feeling Jake’s lips against his own. They’re so different than yours, rougher, his beard scratches Tom’s cheeks as Jake pushes his tongue into Tom’s mouth. Tom whimpers as he feels himself get impossibly harder before Jake pulls away.

“Let’s make our girl feel good okay?” Jake asks, running a hand through Tom’s hair and tugging his head back. Tom lets out a raspy moan when Jake does, which makes you whimper as Jake pushes Tom’s face back towards your cunt.

“Holy fuck,” you whine, tugging at the rope around your hands, watching as Jake moves to fuck you with his tongue as Tom continues to suck on your clit, moaning around it when Jake tugs at his hair.

“Oh, please, please let me come, please, fuck,” you cry out as Jake pulls back, lips and chin wet and shiny with your wetness. 

“You can come however many times you want,” Jake grins, “or do you like asking permission? You like being a good slut for us?”

“Yeah, just, oh fuck, please give me permission,” you moan as Tom’s teeth graze your clit.

“Go ahead then baby girl, come all over Tommy’s tongue,” Jake instructs, dragging Tom’s mouth down to your entrance, fucking into you as you come, his nose gently rubbing against your clit.

“Oh fuck, Tommy, sir, feels so good,” you cry, your eyes squeezing shut as you twitch and fight against the rope. 

“God, you’re going to keep coming all over our tongues until you can’t take it anymore, do you want that? Want to keep coming?” Jake asks, pulling Tom’s face up, licking your come off his chin before shoving his tongue in Tom’s mouth.

“Please, oh fuck, keep doing that, keep kissing, oh, fuck, make me feel good,” you cry out before Jake pushes two fingers inside of you while continuing to make out with Tom.

Jake’s thumb brushes against your clit and you can’t help but watch Tom rut his hips against the bedspread as Jake’s other hand runs down to grab at his ass.

“Jesus this is hot,” you pant as you get closer once again. 

“Yeah? You like this don’t you? You fucking love this huh?” Jake smirks as you feel yourself begin to tip over the edge. 

“Fuck, can I come? Please, sir, love it so much,” you cry and Tom pants, eyes trained on the way Jake’s fingers sunk into you.

“What do you say Tom? Want to let her come?”

“Yeah, fuck, go ahead princess, come all over Jake’s fingers,” Tom smiles, darting his tongue out to lick the remainder of you off of his lips.

You do, crying and twisting against the rope, hips twitching as you try to come down from your high but Jake keeps up the brutal pace of his fingers inside of you.

“Come again, go ahead, come all over my fingers,” Jake demands and you squeeze your eyes shut, practically screaming when you come.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, soaking the bedsheets too, so fucking pretty,” Tom comments as Jake’s thumb continues to gently roll over your clit as his fingers slip out of you. 

“Go ahead Tommy, clean your girl up,” Jake instructs and  Tom listens, diving to taste you, to lick you clean. 

Jake follows, lapping at your sensitive clit, leaving you panting for more or to stop, you’re not sure, you’re so overstimulated after not coming in so long you have no idea what you want.

“Do you want to stop pretty girl? What’s your color?” Jake asks, pulling Tom back and waiting for you to be coherent enough to answer. 

“Green, green, just, you’ve made me come so much, I dunno how many more I can take,” you smile, vision slightly blurry.

“Well, if you want to stop, you know the word okay? Say red and we stop got it?”

You hum in agreement before Jake moves up your body, kissing your lips, you could taste yourself and it makes you moan. 

“Want verbal confirmation for me, you might slip into subspace, want to make sure you’re okay,” Jake looks down at you.

“Yeah, if I wanna stop I’ll say red,” you respond. 

“Good, now Tommy and I going to make you come a few more times, you’ve been so good for us baby girl, so fucking good, let’s keep it up alright?”

You nod, panting as Jake drags his mouth down your body, lips grazing your nipple, down your stomach, kissing across your hips until he meets Tom’s lips at your clit, kissing it as Tom slides his tongue down to flick through your folds.

It was intense. Everything they were doing was so incredibly stimulating, especially after not being able to cone for so long. And you were so good, taking absolutely everything that they gave you. They continue to praise you, their faces buried in your pussy, but endless muffled praise nevertheless.

“So fucking sweet, taste so good,” Jake says against your clit.

“God, you’re so fucking wet, so good for us,” Tom mutters.

And you come when Jake digs his fingers into your thigh, their names mumbled on your lips as you feel yourself start to float. It feels like heaven, you’re shaking and maybe you’re crying, you aren’t exactly sure. You just know it feels so good you don’t want them to ever stop. 

“So good,” Jake praises, replacing his mouth with his thumb on your clit, sitting up slightly to watch your reaction.

“Jake, Tom, fuck fuck fuck,” you feel pressure build up in your stomach that was more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before. 

“Go ahead, come all over Tom’s tongue,” Jake encourages you and you cry out as that twist in your stomach snaps and you’re coming. 

“Holy fuck,” Jake mutters as Tom moans against you.

“What?” Your eyes were shut and you were panting from the sheer force of that orgasm. 

“Have you ever squirted before?” Jake asks and your eyes open and go wide, struggling to look down at Tom, who sits up, his chin and cheeks soaked. 

“Nope, fuck, that was hot,” Tom smiles, hand rubbing your thigh as you try to calm down.

“How’d that feel for you? Probably so good huh?” Jake asks and you nod, your thighs still shaking.

“Mhm,” you manage to get out. 

“did such a good job, we’re going to untie you now,” Jake moves to untie your ankles, your legs stay spread because you’re so sore you don’t think you’ll be able to move them. 

Tom kisses along your stomach as Jake sets to work untying your arms as well, he brings your sore wrists to his lips, gently kissing them before setting them down on the bed.

“Let’s go get cleaned up okay?” Jake begins to pick you up when you gently bat at his arm.

“What is it pretty girl?” Tom asks.

“You guys didn’t come,” you whine, “you’re still fully clothed Jake.”

“It’s okay, tonight was about you,” Jake smiles, picking you up and cradling you in his arms as him and Tom stand.

“I am kinda sleepy,” you yawn, burying your face into the warmth of Jake’s t-shirt. 

“Alright, why don’t we take a bath? We can all go sleep in my room afterward, how does that sound baby girl?”

“Sounds really good,” you pepper kisses down Jake’s neck as he brings you into the bathroom, holding you as Tom draws the bath. You’re grateful that Tom insisted on getting a hotel room, even though the interviews were a short car ride away from your flat. The tub is huge, and Tom adds some bubbles to it before Jake sets you down.

“You okay to stand?” He’s holding onto your hips and you hum, sighing softly as Jake helps you into the tub. The warm water feels amazing against your skin, your hands lazily play with the bubbles as both men strip.

“Can we join you darling?” Tom asks and you nod, sitting up so one of them can slip behind you. Jake takes that spot and you sigh against him, leaning your back against his broad chest. Tom settles in on the other side, pulling your legs onto his and gently massaging your calves.

“Mhm, we should do that again,” you smile, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder as he wraps an arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head.

“You enjoyed that huh? Took everything we gave you so well huh?” Tom smiles, continuing to massage the tension from your legs.

“Mhm, so much fun,” you smile, closing your eyes.

“What was your favorite part?” Jake asks, his hand slipping down to cup your pussy. 

“When you and Tommy kissed,” you felt heat rise to your cheeks as Jake smirked and his thumb brushed against your clit. 

“Yeah, that was pretty nice, wasn't it?” 

You nod, letting out a small whimper when Jake’s thumb slips down to brush through your folds and lightly press against your entrance.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Jake smiles, kissing your cheek as he slowly rubs your clit while Tom uses the body wash to clean your skin. 

You’re tired, exhausted even as Jake and Tom help you dry off and Jake carries you into his room. He pulls you back into his chest, one arm over your waist while Tom kisses your forehead. 

“love you,” you smile, resting your head back against Jake’s chest. 

“We love you too baby girl,” Jake smiles, kissing the top of your head as Tom’s hand rests atop Jake’s on your side.

[great-ben-810]

「Under her gaze」

NSFW Diakko Akko x Diana established relationship

One? Two? How many licks does it take to get to the center of Diana?

Is what Akko tried to ask but by the time the word “licks” managed to escape her mouth, Diana started bucking her hips that Akko no longer cared about hearing the answer. Instead, she focused on drinking the sweet, sweet honey overflowing from Diana with every tremble of her waist.

“a-akko, d-don’t, talk”

As Diana gasped out her request, her soft thighs tensed around Akko’s cheeks…and yet, Diana’s hips would dance above Akko’s mouth. Akko couldn’t have Diana escape any further, so she grasps Diana’s waist with both hands while her tongue tasted deeper inside Diana.

“mnh, akko, ah, I-I can’t”

Akko could see tears collecting at the corners of Diana’s sky blue eyes and her pink lips unable to close. A raindrop falls on Akko’s cheek as Diana looks down. Her hard breathing amplified in the dark, quiet room.

“pretty.”

“I said, don’t tal-, ah!”

Diana’s most sensitive part was barely touching the tip of Akko’s nose until she pushed against it, eliciting a high scream from Diana. But Akko wasn’t satisfied with such a short scream, so she thoroughly tasted it as if it were her favorite candy. Sucking, flicking, swirling, swallowing until Diana’s whole body uncontrollably danced and fell against Akko.

While it was nice to feel Diana’s warmth against her, Akko was feeling ticklish and tried to budge away from the neatly trimmed bush that brushed under her nose.

“Diana, can you move a bit?”

“I can’t…”

It’s strange, Akko thought. She always carefully takes care of Diana, but Diana is always unable to move at the end. Even though Diana has enough stamina to easily manage her academics and responsibilities, it’s a mystery why she becomes so fragile in bed.

“Are you okay?”

“I really can’t…”

Her faint whisper worried Akko, so she raises her body to check on Diana who had hid her face in her pillow. Now, Akko may be dumb in certain aspects, but she was a natural genius when it came to the subject of ‘Diana Cavendish,’ so she knew that Diana’s “can’t” wasn’t about her ability to move.

“I dirtied your face…”

With only Diana’s red ears peeking out, Diana had buried her face in her fluffy pillow.

“I dirtied your face, Akko…”

The usual, calm and collected Diana was nowhere to be found and instead a sensitive Diana was trying to hide herself, weakly mumbling. Akko who could easily tell that Diana was unconsciously sending a sign. A sign that she needed aftercare. For someone who always tries to resolve problems by herself, Akko hopes that Diana never realizes about her unconscious habit because if she becomes aware of it, Diana will work hard to restrain herself.

“You didn’t dirty me, Diana.”

With her face still shiny with Diana’s wetness, Akko tried to kiss Diana to only have her escape towards the edge of the bed. Reluctantly, Akko wiped her face clean with the back of her hand.

“…did you not feel good?”

“…it felt good, but”

The shoulder string of Diana’s tank top—the only piece of clothing she was wearing—slid off her shoulder before getting caught on her arm. On an island with just the two of them, at the very border, with her ocean blue eyes full of waves, Diana whispered.

“I’ll go crazy.”

Hugging her knees to her chest, Diana curled her toes into the bed sheets.

“crazy?”

“because, I dirtied your face with my—with mine…when I think about that, I feel like I’m losing my mind…”

Akko didn’t want to waste any time replying about how crazy Diana is making her, so she simply attacked Diana’s lips.

“Mmh!?”

Trapping her soft, white cheeks between her hands, searching the inside of her mouth, teasing her tongue with hers, Akko could see Diana’s defense falling down again.

“Diana, look.”

When she frees their lips, Akko can see a silver bridge connecting the two before disappearing in the air.

“Look at me closely.”

Once more, Akko dives in between Diana’s legs—this time, without breaking eye contact—and then lightly brushes her teeth against Diana’s enticing pink bud.

“aaahn, ah!”

Akko buckles Diana’s hip down with her arms and stimulates Diana from all possible angles. So, that Diana won’t take her eyes off of her. So, that Diana can see what’s making her “lose her mind.” So, that Diana can be comfortable with going crazy.

“Ak-, I can’t, I can’t! Akko, I-ngh”

“but you can.”

“d-don’t talk there!”

And then Akko found herself tasting Diana’s honey again but instead of wondering how many licks it takes to get to Diana’s center, she lightly pulled on Diana’s hair which was tickling her nose again. Interestingly, this caused Diana to pull her head back.

“Mmngh!”

From below, Diana’s body looked different to Akko. Her well defined stomach—if she sinks her fingers down, the muscles push back. And then further up, two hills with pointy peaks. Like milk puddings topped with raspberries, they shook when Akko poked them.

“hnn”

Soft as marshmallows, Akko played with them and observed a couple differences. First, she saw that the peach-colored peaks had further stiffened and changed into cherry-colored peaks. Second, the hips that had tried to buckle away from her were now moving in a way that was now pushing against her tongue.

So, Akko did what was expected of her. She paused her hands and closed her mouth.

“akko…?”

“Try touching yourself.”

“what?”

“Here, like this.”

Prying the hand that was covering Diana’s mouth, Akko guided Diana’s hand to where she was touching just before.

“Akko, I-, I can’t. please.”

Maybe Akko was being a little too mean as she can see Diana whimper in frustration. But, how cute she was! It took all Akko had to not succumb to her impulse to bear-hug Diana. After all, Akko had a responsibility to slowly and carefully savor the main dish; it would be rude to do so otherwise.

“If you can do it yourself, I’ll give you a lot of rewards.”

While there was an uncertain manner in her movement, it didn’t take long for Diana’s slender fingers to travel downwards under Akko’s gaze.  

[iwannafuckyexiu]

WHOOPS — KAMINARI DENKI X MALE!READER、NSFW

2k words!

KAMINARI IS TOP AND MIGHT BE OOC KAMINARI IS TOP AND MIGHT BE OOC KAMINARI IS TOP AND MIGHT BE OOC Just to make it clear.

bathroom play heheheeh

It was a Saturday night — no, Sunday morning to be precise — you reclined yourself on the long, comfy sofa in the living room, going on round after round of PUBG dully.

The sound of your avatar in the game echoed throughout the room, showing how empty the house was. You were alone at home since your roommate, Kaminari Denki, was probably out at some club or karaoke while you decided to halt your nightlife for a moment.

It was when you clicked into your nth match of PUBG that a thud reverberated from the front door. Startled by the sudden sound, you looked through the fisheye of the door before opening the door to a sober and stressed Kirishima and a drunk Kaminari.

As soon as Kirishima saw you, he shoved the drunk mustard head towards you and left as quickly as he could, leaving you to stare at Kaminari while Kaminari gazed at you with a blurry look too.

"Are you drunk?"

Kaminari let out a slight hiccup as he leaned against the wall, pointing a quaking finger at you, he stammered, "N-N-No I'm not."

Clearly.

Albeit Kaminari would be a pain in the ass as a drunkard, a good idea came across your mind that is full of yellow waste.

An impish smile played by your lips while you approached a vulnerable Kaminari, you picked the boy up by the waist and brought him all the way to the bathroom. Setting Kaminari down in the bathtub, you flicked open the tap and water began gushing out from the opening, filling the tub.

"C-Cold!" Kaminari screeched, he sprang up a little at the icy temperature of the water but you pressed him down to keep him from scrambling off.

"Don't worry I'll warm you up."

Your fingers leisurely unbound the buttons on Kaminari's white, translucent dress shirt as you loomed over the edge of the bathtub to reach. Wan skin began unveiling under your vision when Kaminari cracked an eye open and groaned at the feathery touch around him.

As Kaminari's sight cleared up gradually, he flopped up slightly at the realisation of what you were attempting to do, "W-W-What are you doing?"

"You."

Before Kaminari could respond to the highly inappropriate line, you took Kaminari's chin in your fingers swiftly and connected your lips as you lowered his head. Tongue diving straight through between the opening, you stepped into the bathtub to deepen the kiss.

One hand holding Kaminari's chin and the other planted firmly against the wall above Kaminari's head. You wedged a knee between Kaminari's legs, teasingly stroking against the boy's groin while you nibbled on Kaminari's bottom lip to create a reaction from him.

The ticklish sensation ravaging Kaminari's mouth made all the muscles in his body halt their work, you shifted an arm to slither around Kaminari's waist as he became a puddle of jelly in your domineering assault.

Engulfed in each other's scent, the alcoholic whiff drenching Kaminari's body seemed to bring you into an intoxicated state as well, surrounding him.

Reaching a hand down towards Kaminari's aching crotch, your fingers flexibly popped open the button but didn't go further, only circling a middle finger on the tent below, luring a longing whimper from the boy. You withdrew his lips from Kaminari's, leaving an erotic string to stretch between them.

"Ah, looks like you're pretty awake, huh?"

To Kaminari's disappointment, you didn't continue touching him but instead unzipped your pants with one hand and stared at Kaminari with raised brows. As if saying, what are you waiting for?

Tortured by the pleasure that he was stopped from, Kaminari brought himself towards your crotch. Fingers hooking on the waistband of the boxers, Kaminari tugged it down to reveal an already standing cock springing up in his face.

Pink and pretty.

As Kaminari clasped a hand around the cock firmly, his tongue lapped slightly at the tip of your cock, tempting out a low grumble from above. Another hand clawing at the inside of your thigh, Kaminari let his mouth take in the protruding rod while his fingers remain locked at the bottom of the cock, you didn't realise sooner as the overwhelming feeling fell over you.

Sucking and licking at the stem, Kaminari slinked his fingers towards the tip, delving the crack open wider slightly and thumb rubbing at the crevice. You groaned at the euphoric yet throbbing sensation coursing at your cock, body weakening into shallow waters of the tub.

The knot within you quickly came to the brink of unravelling but Kaminari's fingers sealed around the bottom of your cock halted that, the pleasure raking around your entire body, rendering you paralysed. You were completely vulnerable and Kaminari took advantage of that.

A hand extending out for the body wash bottle, Kaminari squeezed a large amount onto his fingers. The viscous liquid trickling down his hand acted as a lube substance as he circled a digit around the hole behind you before sending it in smoothly.

"Ah!"

"W-Wait, what are ... hhh ... you doing?" you shakily questioned, lifting your eyes at Kaminari, he hoisted up a trembling hand to stop Kaminari to no avail as the latter attached his lips to the tip of your cock and sucked harshly, erupting a surprised moan from him.

Head rising up to look at you, a grin that mirrored the one formed on your features earlier appeared on Kaminari.

"Yo-u."

Though Kaminari's tone was a bit shaky at the inappropriate phrase, it didn't stop him from sounding even alluring than usual, voice masked with a magnetic ring, lower than usual.

Fuck, karma's a bitch, were the lines that ran through your mind as you melted into Kaminari's arms and control, very fucked in both contexts.

One finger.

Two fingers.

Three fingers.

Kaminari reached out for the sneakers just beside the bathtub as one hand remained closed around your cock. Removing the shoelace from the shoe, Kaminari skillfully secured around the base of your cock in place of his fingers while his other hand resumed thrusting through the tight region.

Kaminari's lips sealed the fractures of whimpers let out from your throat, his digits brushed against the deepest spot in you. In which you arched your back and quivered at, the veins encircling your cock jutting out more while the painful thrill tormented you.

"Ngh ... t-ake it off ..." you muttered in a low tone between your heavy breaths and groans, extending a hand to loosen the tie but a firm grip around your wrist halted your movement.

"Nah, it looks pretty there, " poking fun at you, Kaminari's steaming, drunken breath prodded against the reddening shell of your ear, "doesn't it?" As Kaminari spoke, his fingers didn't stop too, flicking the tip of your cock, squeezing and stroking the testicles. He stared into your sober yet blurry eyes with a provocative gaze.

"I'm coming in," Kaminari hums with a hooked tone beside your ear, withdrawing his finger from your hole, gleaming with your sticky liquid. One hand clutched onto your thigh, leaving pale red claw marks, Kaminari's cock teasingly grazed against the pink opening but not going in just yet. And to that, you lazed below him, not resisting or anything.

Might as well enjoy it if you can't stop it.

You thought on the positive side, though enjoy would be an overstatement, as looking at the shoelace tied around your cock made your balls ache.

Kaminari's throbbing cock slowly entering you, a ripping feeling twinged at your rear despite the full foreplay before that. Your facial complexion blanched down to paper white, a roll of sweat dripping down your temple, you gnawed on your bottom lip to the point of bleeding to clog up the painful moans rippling out your throat.

"JSSHDKJSHk tAKE IT OUT!"

"Ah sorry, I'll be quick!"

And with that, Kaminari's entire cock sunk in.

"AH—!"

The sudden movement had your nails raking across Kaminari's waist in the agony of having a foreign matter deep inside you, you shut your eyes tightly, lips coming apart into a faint groan.

"I—am ... n-never going to be bo-ttom after ... hh—this!"

The feeling of having something intruding at the back, the way you could feel the trace of Kaminari's cock in you made you embarrassed yet excited. The rod scorched your insides as it scraped against the contracting walls and delved deeper, squelching against the viscid fluids released from your body lewdly.

But you still preferred to be the one fucking than be the one fucked.

"Yeah sure," Kaminari laughed into your neck, his voice hoarser and lower than usual, "if you can even get the chance to."

Raising his head, Kaminari silenced you before another complaint came out from your mouth. Lips clashing together and tongue slipping through the gap between teeth, you relaxed your body from the euphoric feeling and your backside seemed to be less tense.

As Kaminari clutched onto your waist, he began rocking his hips hard into you without any rhythm, the tip of his cock barely prodding against the sweet spot in you but it still brought out a string of pleasured yet pained curses from you.

All of a sudden, Kaminari picked you up from the bathtub, standing up to his feet by the side of the tub whilst your private parts remained connected.

"Ah, is that where it is?"

The sudden change of position caused a pitched yelp from you. The cock ravaging your walls pressed against the one spot in you that brought great pleasure, teasingly rubbing over the same area repeatedly, you clutched onto Kaminari harder.

"A-Ah n-ot there ngh ... it's t-too deep!"

"Hahahah ... then shall I go harder instead?" Kaminari joked along with him, his movements never stopping even one second.

Being set on the sink, the frigid sensation of the porcelain mixed with the flaming rod ramming through you instantly sent a small whimper out of your swollen lips with the contrast of temperature.

Kaminari frowned lightly in his drunken state. Not satisfied with the position they were in, he hoisted a leg onto his shoulder while his hand pulled at your ankle to open up more space, giving him more access to send himself in deeper.

Settling his hand by your hip, Kaminari began another round of assault. His cock reached all the way through you with every thrust, kneading at your prostate gland in rapid motions. You could only groan at the growing pain of not being able to reach your peak, letting out faint whimpers while you clutched onto the edge of the sink with your hand.

Chin tipped upwards and back arched, your barely opened eyes stared at the mess at your crotch. Despite your cock being strained by the tight shoelace, the translucent white liquid leaked out the opening, some slowly oozing down the side of your cock towards the sticky puddle below you.

"Didn't—... know you had it in y-you hahah ..." you said to Kaminari between breaths, a light laugh reverberating from you while you fell back into another trance of moans as Kaminari slammed into you harder.

Kaminari sped up his grinding as his climax gradually approached, seeming to get rougher with his thrusts. You bit at your lip, feeling your cock throbbed in both suffering and thrill, being stimulated every time Kaminari's abdomen brushed against the tip whilst his cock filled you up wholly.

Lips weaved together once more, his cock sucked in hard by your walls, his hand clasping your hip in his palms, with one last hard thrust, a spurt of hot liquid was released into the deepest part in you. And a continuous string of milky cum ejected out of your cock, onto both your bodies when Kaminari pulled loose the shoestring around your cock at the same time.

The overwhelming pleasure put you into a state of extreme pleasure and euphoria. Kaminari rested his face in your neck, one of your legs still hanging over his shoulder, as you quivered vigorously at the climax, discharging your load in an uninterrupted chain of white liquid.

"I bet I can fuck you better than this," despite being worn out after such an exercise, you provoked Kaminari whilst he cleaned you up in the bathtub.

"Hahaha, sure." Hearing the challenging tone in your voice, Kaminari lifted his head up to gaze at you, eyes narrowed into a grin as his finger inside you pressed at your prostate gland, erupting a whine from you.

"Goddamnit."

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Suspicious Nature Part 13

[Beginning] // [Previous] // [Next]

WARNING: I’m very tired of writing warning but there are problem mentions of violence rape and trauma... and stuff... Also lots of smut as usual... some fluff.

Dean smirked and moved under the bed to pull out the box of toys. “You can try.”

The small subtle hint of concern as Dean moved away disappeared at the Alpha’s words, earning confident smile. “I love a good challenge.” Cas hummed softly already eyeing the small box as Dean produced it. 

Dean moved to sit in a soft armchair in the corner. “Why don’t you tell me what you like Cas? Do you like it rough? Soft? Playful?” He asked.

Cas pulled the box closer but didn’t choose anything from it just yet. He spread his legs a bit more, allowing his weight to settle on his knees and toes. He could feel the dampness of his thighs from where his slick had slid down and mixed with Dean’s saliva, left when the Alpha marked him. He ran his hand along his length once more. “All of it.” Cas admitted softly. “I like it when you try and take control… challenge me…” He hummed, lifting his hips to rub against his palm. “I like that you take care of me… toy with me... “ He dropped his other hand behind him, pressing a finger against his hole with a heady moan. 

Dean hummed, his trousers grew tight incredibly quickly but he didn’t move to change his position. “Would you like me to take control now?” He asked, keeping his palms flat against the armrests.

“Would /you/ like to, my Alpha?” Cas asked curiously as the hand that ran down his length dipped lower to coat in his slick before trailing back up. “Want to take me hard and fast, until I’m crying out in pleasure… unable to even speak or form a coherent thought?” He asked before his tongue darked out to taste himself. “What to swell inside me… Tight and hot… knott me. Claim me for youself?” 

“You know the answer to that Cas.” Dean hummed, hoping that Cas couldn’t see his eyes dilating. “Do you? Do you want my big, thick knot stretching you wide? Do you want me to punish your prostate until you’re coming and coming and covering us both in your own semen.” Dean asked. “Do you not want to hear the sound of my skin slap slap slapping against your wet, slick covered hole, begging for me to go faster? Do you want to taste my lips and my tongue as I kiss you passionately, pushing you into the pillow. Into the mattress? Just tell me you want that and it can all be yours. Yours all day and all night, your Alpha claiming you Omega. Two would be knotted together over and over again until we’re both exhausted.”

The moaned that escaped the Omega was unashamed and raw as he rocked back onto his fingers. “Stretching…” Cas repeated with a nod. “Claiming… Knotting... “ He gasped softly, not even bothering to try and hide the shiver of pleasure at the sound of the words. He paused just long enough to pull a large cock shaped toy from box and rubbed it down his chest and between his cheeks coating it with his slick without pressing it inside. “And what… happens if I refuse, Alpha?” He managed breathlessly. “Refuse the feel of you massive cock inside me… pounding into me… pushing me to climax over and over, filling me with cum… making me gush with both my slick and semen? Would you still fuck me? Cause me to beg for the only thing I’ve wanted from you beside’s your respect?”

“Then I won’t touch you.” Dean said, sounding more certain than he felt. “I’ll let you try and go through the rest of your heat without a proper thick, knotting cock. One that won’t fill you full of their seed and keep you warm at night. I wouldn’t touch you. Not so much as a handshake or a kiss to the forehead, until you beg for a proper cock. The only cock that can make you properly climax and orgasm. An orgasm that feels like it’s hours long. Don’t you want that?” He asked.

A wave of affection washed through his scent at the words. He actually believed Dean… actually trusted him; a notion his was aware of but still taken by surprise by it. He rocked back on the ake cock with a shuddering breath. He moved off the bed slowly, careful not to let the cock slip out of him as he practically crawled towards the Alpha. “No touching.” He warned before his own hands ran up the other man’s inner thighs. 

Dean hummed and nodded as he dug his nails into the armrests. “No touching. I promised.” He agreed as he spread his legs as wide as he could, one leg going over Cas’ good shoulder. “What are you going to do to me, Omega? You can’t have my cock.”

The words earned a small teasing smirk from the Omega though he didn’t respond. His hands slid further up the Alpha’s thighs until he was hooking his fingers around his waist band and tugging his trousers down, his gaze still glued to Dean’s. When the fabric was pool at his ankles however Cas leaned forward, pressing a check against the man’s thigh and rubbing against it with an affectionate hum, turning his face towards the exposed skin to gently press a line of soft kisses along the sensitive expanse.  

Dean hummed, closing his eyes and rolling his head back. “You’re a good Omega. You take care of my so well.” He hummed, wheezing his thighs gently around Cas’ head.

Cas rocked back on the toy once more, reaching behind him to coat his fingers again before shifting to press a finger against Dean’s entrance. “Do you like when I take care of you Alpha?” He purred softly, having trouble reeling back his need again. “Like how I please you?”

“Oh course I do.” Dean moaned. “You’re an amazing Omega. The best anyone could ask for.” He rolled his hips, trying to take Cas’ finger into him. “I want you, forever. Just the two of us.”

Cas circled the sensitive area teasingly, even as Dean tried to draw him in, obviously wanting to toy with the Alpha a bit. His free hand when to wrap around the man’s large thigh, drawing it closer so that he could suck a mark into the pale skin, just as Dean had only moments ago; claiming him. When he pulled away he moved a bit further down and marked him again. “Now no one will want you…” He purred, running his tongue over the spot before finally pressing a digit into his hold, practically repeating the words the Alpha had used on him. “ They will see my mark and know you belong to me.” He pointed out sinking his teeth into the soft flesh just enough to bruise. “Mine.” He growled possessively. 

Dean moaned, his head rolling back and his eyes closing tight. “Don’t use my words against me.” He tried to say in a menacing way, but it came out a quiet groan.

“Or what Apha?” Cas managed in a soft moan rocking back onto the toy once more, the sound of Dean’s pleasure increasing his owns, causing his words to become a bit more breathless. “You’ll punish me? Make me cry your name?” He teased, beginning to fuck him slowly on his finger before adding a second to stretch him a bit, training his tongue further down Dean’s thigh until his breath was brushing against the other man’s harden shaft with ever exhale. 

“No, I’ll leave you only, make you go crazy through your heat. Until you’ve soaked the bed and fucked everything in the room. You’ll be stuck in the same wave of your heat for days, whimpering and begging until I choose to give you what you want.”

A small whimpering whine escaped the omega as he peered up at the King almost pleadingly. “But Alpha… thats so cruel…” He offered, obviously playing it up a bit. He didn’t hesitate however, to lean forward to leave another mark on Dean’s hip, this one far less gentle than the once before. His slicked fingers curled, searching for the Alpha’s prostate while the other hand lifted to curl around Dean’s cock, sliding down it slowly and massaging its base gently. 

Dean moaned and squeezed his muscles around Cas’ fingers, as he hit Dean’s prostate. “Omega...” he moaned, squeezing his thighs around Cas’ head.

“Alpha…” Cas groaned in return pressing rubbing against the spot once more, wanting to here the other man’ lose himself as he always seemed to make him. He shifted to take as much of Dean’s cock into his mouth as he could, already rolling his hips to press the toy deeper inside him. He wouldn’t allow the Alpha to come, however… no… he would win this battle… Make him ask for what he wanted. Cas was of course needy enough not to force the Alpha to beg, but a please would definitely satisfy his stubbornness. 

Dean moaned loudly, “Cas... fuck. Fuck Omega.” He groaned, rolling his hips and going limp in the chair.

The roll of his hips allowed Cas to press deeper inside him as he felt Dean’s cock hit the back of his throat, leaving him moaning at the the taste of him on his lips. He pressed against his prostate a a bit more forcefully this time, needing him a mess before pulling back, cheeks hollowing as he removed his mouth from his cock. “I want to hear you Alpha…” He moaned softly, fucking himself on his toy slowly. “Want to hear what I do to you.”

Dean moaned loudly. “You make me feel so good. Fuck baby, I- I’m so close.” He moaned, rocking his hips to hit his cock into Cas again. “Omega!” He cried.

Cas pulled away from him quickly, removing his fingers, and wrapping them around the base of The Alpha’s cock tightly, to keep him from coming; forcing his climax back mercilessly; even as heat curled in his own stomach at the sight and scent of the Alpha’s pleasure as he edged him.  “No…” Cas stated simply. “You haven’t asked, Alpha…” He purred softly, rubbing his cheek against his leg once more. .

“Cas. No. No.” Dean begged, trying to squirming away from Cas’ hand wrapped around his cock. “Cas stop.” He begged, no longer enjoying their game.

Cas froze, suddenly unsure of himself with the sudden change in Dean’s tone. He knew what it felt like to be denied a climax but hadn’t expected the Alpha to react so strongly. He jerked his hands away suddenly, his scent suddenly doubling in intensity; souring with fear, concern, saddness and sudden self loathing as if he had just been slapped. He didn’t move, didn’t breath as he waited for the other man’s reaction, tears already blurring his gaze. 

Dean grabbed for Cas’ biceps, dragging him up onto his lap. He held the Omega close, burrowing his face into Cas’ neck breathing in his scent deeply trying to calm himself. After a while he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m still so new at this side of it. Just... slow.” He whispered.

Cas tensed instantly as the Alpha reached for him, flinched at the contact Dean had assured him wouldn’t come unless Cas requested it. A whimper escaped him as he was dragged forward into the other man’s lap. His heart pounded painfully against his chest, threatening to break his ribs. Cas didn’t fight back despite his desperate fear as Dean’s arms wrapped around him pinning him there, fearing he may make it worse. He didn’t reply to the words, as he began to shake slightly, tears starting to fall. “Alpha…” He finally managed in a small voice. “Please let go….” He asked politely feeling the bruises already forming where Dean had grabbed him a bit too hard without realizing it. 

Dean leaned back and released the Omega. “Cas... I... are you okay?” He asked, as he slowly reached out to cup Cas’ cheek. His orgasm quickly ebbing away as he looked into Cas’ tearful eyes.

Cas didn’t relax in the least as Dean released him. He did however, flinch once more as Dean moved to cup his cheek, pulling away slightly before freezing and allowing the touch; his gaze glazing a bit. He wrapped his arms around himself obviously cutting himself off both mentally and physically. “I’m sorry…. I’m sorry…” He mumbled softly. 

“Cas,” Dean cooed, removing his hand. “You can climb off me, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Dean asked. He still needed a cuddle but didn’t want to upset Cas whilst doing so.

Cas didn’t move off the other man immediately  though he obviously tried to cover himself with his arms as he tried to make himself look a bit smaller, the shaking increasing as he tried to reign back the tears. He gave a sniffle before sliding back to floor slowly… cautiously. He could still feel his heat full force but the intense fear and grief was obviously overpowering it a bit. “I’m sorry.” He repeated softly. 

Dean shook his head. “It’s okay. It’s okay, you had way of knowing I would react like that. I didn’t know. There’s nothing to be sorry for, we’re both learning each other and ourselves.” He said softly, his scent changing to desperation and need. “I’m sorry I touch you and grabbed you. I didn’t think.” He pulled up his trousers and sat on the floor beside Cas. “I’m so sorry.”

 Cas leaned away from the Alpha when he drew closer, his fear spiking. "Dont..." Cas whimpered before he could catch himself. Embarrassment and anger mixed in his scent, churning his stomach as it joined the other conflicting emotions. He was an adult, a soldier, royal aide, ex knight commander.... he shouldnt be acting like a child.

 Dean nodded and stood. “I won’t hurt you Cas. I’m going to go into my office. Why don’t you relax in here for a while? Get comfy and have some water, maybe read a book.” He suggested as he stood and put on his shirt, trying to add layers between him and Cas. “Call me when you feel comfortable.” He said softly.

 Cas didnt reply, just sat there, waiting until the Alpha was gone. The moment he was alone he broke, burying his face in his hands and sobbed allowing himself to cry in full force.

 Dean closed the door and lent against it. He sunk slowly dow until he was on the floor, hugging his knees tightly. He needed to learn, he needed to wait even if it killed him.

 Cas curled up and allowed himself to be swallowed by his own despair, eventually crawling back onto the bed and wrapping himself in the blankets. His skin was growing more feverish now that his Alpha was away but too afraid and needy to call out to him.

 A short while later, there was a knock at the bedroom door, and Gabriel stepped in a few moments later, carrying their dinner. He wriggled his nose at the smell of Cas’ heat, before he saw the bundle of Cas shaped blankets on the bed. He quickly placed the food on a table before kneeling next to the bed. “Cassie, it’s me, Gabriel. Can we talk?” He asked softly.

 Cas didnt move as heard the knock on the door, outside of curling a little closer into himself. The scent of another Omega in /his/ Alpha's space made him want to give a threatening growl, barely refraining from it. "No." He managed in a gruff needy voice. "Go away."

 “Cas,” Gabriel started, “it’s okay me, your brother. What do you need? I can get it for you.”

 "Get out, Gabriel." Cas growled softly, burying his face further into the mattress, not that the Omega could see him.

 Gabriel sighed and moved into the office. “Cas needs you and you’ve leaving him in heat.” He stated. 

Dean hummed, having moved to his chair but doing no work. “I don’t think he wants me anymore.”

 Gabriel shot the Monarch a glare and shook his head. "What, you two got in an argument or something?" Gabriel scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You really think he would still be in there if he didnt want you any longer?"

 Dean shrugged. “I violated his trust. I hurt him.” He motioned to the dagger on the table. “You’ve always threatened it.” He hummed, hating himself over what he did to Cas, having seen the bruises forming on his biceps before he left the room.

 The sudden fury that flashed across Gabriel's features and into his scent briefly before he obviously took a few calming breaths. It took him a moment but by the time he spoke again his voice was even. "What did you do? How bad is it?"

 “I... we were... playing, Cas was being dominant. He did something I didn’t like and afterwards I grabbed his arms and pulled him up. I... I bruised his arms with my fingers.” Dean sighed. “Who would want me after that?”

 Gabriel pinched the bring of his nose in exasperation before giving a heavy sigh. "Christ, the two of you are fucking hopeless." He grumbled before moving around the desk and turning to face him. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Your Omega is in heat. You march your sweet ass in there and talk to him. The doctor said his body cant handle a lot of strain right now and leaving him alone with his heat is exactly what we need to avoid. "Go in there and apologize. If he kicks you out then so be it. But judging from what you just asked me I'd say you're working on assumptions of what Cas wants and last I checked you're usually wrong on that account." He accused.

 “The last time I tried to touch him he flinched and started to cry.” Dean hummed before standing up in front of Gabriel, head and shoulders above the small Omega. He shook his head and headed into the bedroom, hoping Gabriel would follow. “Cas, baby, come on its only me. I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry I grabbed you.” He said softly, releasing his scent filled with regret and sorrow.

 Gabriel hovered at the door when Dean entered watching the two. 

Cas was silent for a moment, still unmoving until Dean's scent washed over him and a small whine escaped him. He shifted a bit closer, pulling the blankets down just far enough to peer over them, eyes red and puffy from crying. "D-dean..." He breathed softly, voice cracking slightly.

 “I’m so sorry I hurt you Cas.” He said kneeling by the bed. I understand if you don’t want me near you anymore. I shouldn’t have forced you, I shouldn’t have touched touch you.” He said softly.

 Pain filled the Omegas scent as he started to panic once more. "No, no, no." Cas rushed pulling the blanket over his head once more. He fell silent for a moment as if he didnt plan on saying anything more. Though a small whimper sounded once more before he managed a small whisper, embarrassment over taking the scent. "I dont know what happened... I'm sorry... I dont know why I reacted like that... it was so pathetic..."

 Dean looked to Gabriel and raised an eyebrow as Cas covered his head. “It wasn’t pathetic, you placed your trust in me and I disregarded it. I hurt you. I promised not to touch you without asking, or you asking, but I did so anyway. I understand if you no longer want to share your heat with me.” He sighed softly, not making any attempt to touch Cas.

 Cas pulled the blankets down once more and shot the Alpha a confused look, brows furrowing. "What are you talking about?" He huffed. "You... you didnt do anything wrong... I should have..." He averted his gaze once more, looking ashamed. "I shouldnt have done what I did... i...  overstepped." He crawled a bit closer, his need washing through him once more. "Please Dean..." He groaned softly, which was Gabriel's cue to leave.

 “I hurt you Cas. I grabbed you and bruised you.” Dean said softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Neither of us knew what would have happened.” He said softly, climbing onto the bed, still fully clothed. “Shall I take care of you?” He asked softly.

 "No..." Cas whined shifting to his knees and leaning against the Alpha's chest. "I'm fine Alpha.... Let me make it up to you... please Alpha... I can make you feel better..." He begged softly.

 Dean shook his head. “All I want is a cuddle. Let’s finish off this wave and then we can cuddle a bit.” He said softly, guessing that they wouldn’t end up cuddling. “Let me make you feel better, you’re heat is so strong.”

 "D-Dean..." Cas whined, already starting to tear up again. "Please... I promise I wont mess up again... I can fo it right Alpha... I promise... Please." Cas begged clinging to him.

 Dean frowned. “I know you can, and you will but I don’t want to bottom.” He said softly, “all I need is a hug. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do, I trust you Cas, but I’m not feeling like it. No games.” Dean explained softly. It was true he didn’t want to bottom, not because of what Cas did, he just wanted to make the Omega feel good.

 "No.... no... Alpha... no bottoming... I promise... I can make you feel better with nothing but my mouth I promise. I'm sorry Dean! I'm so sorry!" He sobbed desperately, the tears starting once more as he wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders. "No games... I promise... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He buried his face in the Alpha's shoulder causing his shirt to dampen from his tears.

 Dean sighed, “no Cas. Stop. Later.” He ordered, his scent changing to match his tone. He ran his hand down the Omega’s body and pushed his fingers under Cas’ waistband. He took hold of the Omega’s cock, stroking the full length of it.

 The contact had Cas going rigid, not having had proper warning. He jerked slightly, just barely managing to keep from pulling away completely as his hand went to Dean's wrist to still it. "No... please..." He breathed softly, moving away from the touch slowly. He needed it... obviously he did but it was also apparent that there was a lot of conflicting emotions washing through him at the moment. "We can cuddle... I'm sorry." He reassured desperately.

“Cas, listen, you’re in heat. Let’s tigger through this wave and then we can cuddle.” Dean said softly, ignoring the part of his mind which was screaming to hold Cas close. “I love you Cas, let’s get you through this and then we can cuddle.”

It was obvious that Cas didn’t like the idea, his distress only increasing. He knew the Alpha was right, could feel the way his body was screaming at him but… “I don’t want to be touched.” He admitted in a shameful whisper, hiding his face as he pulled away. “I… don’t know how to take care of it without being touched… but it feels… it feels like every time I’m touch its grating off a layer of skin but I still want the the reason I’m in pain… I /need/ it..” He whispered with another soft whimper, as he adjusted his clothes back to cover himself. “I don’t know what to do.” He admitted still not meeting Dean’s gaze.

“Do you want to sit on me, I won’t touch you. We can take it at your pace and you can stop if the pain is too much.” Dean offered softly, knowing he would have to speak to Gabriel about this once Cas is asleep.

Cas hesitated. How could an Alpha like Dean treat him like this? How could he be so understanding? What happened to the brash, threatening man he had met only weeks prior? Had it really only been a few weeks? He glanced up at the man, his affection suddenly growing so much it was almost staggering. “You’d… do that?” He mumbled softly, not sure if he were willing to trust him. But… Dean had never hurt him intentionally… “You c-could handle that?” 

“You’d be in charge, but I’m still inside you.” Dean said softly. “The best of what we both want.” He rolled onto his back, slowly shedding his clothes. “Just come off when I say, we don’t want you to be knotted.”

 Cas hesitated a moment before nodding. He undressed slowly before moving to him, straddling his waist. It was obvious that the man was unsure as he ran his hands over Dean's chest a mix of affection and awe. "You're sure?" He asked one more time waiting for the nod Dean would no doubt give before sinking down on him in a slow stuttering motion.

 Dean nodded and moaned as he grabbed at the covers beneath him. “Cas, you’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky for you to trust me in helping you.” He breathed.

 Cas paused as the Alpha bottomed out inside him, giving himself a moment to catch his breath, hands still running along Dean's sides. He didnt respond to the sweet words, not really knowing what to say. Instead he lifted himself slowly, leaning forward to brace his weight on Dean's shoulders before sinking back down with a whining moan.

 Dean moaned, tightening his grip on the covers as to not buck up into Cas. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back in pleasure, as Cas sank down on him again, ripping a low moan from his lips. “Cas, baby.”

 The sound of Dean's breath moans and the strength of his scent had the Omega giving another whine as he reached between them to start stroking himself as his pace increased. "D-dean.... Alpha... "

 “Cas-” Dean moaned. “Fuck, Omega.” He twisted his hips inside Cas, aiming for his prostate. “Come for me. Cover me in your slick.” He begged, his voice deep and gravely.

 His breath hitched as he came down again, pressing Dean's cock against the bundle of nerves and gave a cry. He slammed against him again biting his bottom lips to keep from crying out. He was getting closer... so close. His hands went to Dean's, still fisting the sheets, pulling one to press against his chest, needing the contact, suddenly feeling alone... forgetting about his past... while the other was guided to his cock as he lifted his hips to press into the Alpha's palm.

 Dean wrapped his long fingers around Cas’ cock stroking it slowly. “Baby...” he moaned. “I’m so close... you... you need to pull away.” He begged, gently pushing on the Omega’s chest. “Kn- knot.” He moaned out.

 Cas paused unsure of what to do. "I-its okay Dean... i...  I want you to knot me... I-if that's what you want to... I... " He didnt push back again, just guided Dean's hand to stroke him faster. "Anything you want Dean... pups... marriage... I want to give you everything." He admitted softly, flushing at the truth behind the words, more convinced now than ever that it wasnt just his heat talking.

 Dean moaned, “I want you.” He groaned, his cock beginning to swell. “I love you.” He gripping Cas’ cock with a bit more certainty, stroking him faster and harder. “Knot me.” He moaned.

 The sudden pace increase had Cas gasping. He gave a few more thrusts before pressing down firmly, feeling the Alpha pop into place the stretch making his shudder and cry out as he came hard in Dean's hands.

 Dean cried out Cas’ name as he came into the Omega, his knot swelling inside him. He released Cas’ cock as his body went limp.

 Cas swayed slightly at the force of his own orgasm before collapsing against his Alpha's chest. He lay there quietly, trying to catch his breath while his mind began to clear, leaving him to process everything.

 “Are you sure?” Dean asked softly, after a short while. “Are you sure you want to have pups with me? Marry?” He asked, his hands resting on the bed beside him.

 The question earned a sigh from the Omega, but he answered in a soft voice, too tired to glance up at the Alpha. "If that is what you want then... yes." He replied. "I... dont like trusting people... but... despite my efforts I must admit that you are I share a... profound bond that I cant ignore." He mumbled. "And if you can still be with me after the way I just acted... How could I continue to say no to you, Dean?"

 “But you didn’t do anything wrong Cas.” Dean said softly. “You shouldn’t marry me as a... repayment, you should marry for love.” He explained softly. “Do you love me?” He asked gently, fearful of the reply.

 There was a long silence, as if Dean wasnt the only one afraid of the answer. Cas buried his face in the man's chest, obviously breathing in his comforting scent. "I..." He huffed before trying again. "Yes... I believe so." He mumbled against his skin, still not looking at him, smelling of fear and affection.

 Dean shook his head. “Cas, I don’t want to pressure you into this. If you don’t love me, that’s okay. We can just pretend. You don’t owe me anything.” He promised.

 "Dean." Cas snapped finally pushing himself up just enough to shoot the Alpha a glare. "Stop." He instructed. "I dont say things I dont mean unless we're sparing. You should know this by now." He grumbled.

 “I know, I just want to make sure. I care for you and I don’t want to pressure you.” Dean said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

 The words hurt, making the glare soften quickly and the Omega gave another sigh. "You're not going to hurt me Dean... I trust you." He reassured.

 Dean nodded. “Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, not daring to move his hands from their position on the bed. “How do you feel down there? You’re not stretched too far are you?”

The Omega softened even more at the words, giving another affectionate look. “Yes Dean.” He reassured. “And no… You feel perfect as always.” He replied, giving a small shake of his hips as if to emphasize his words. 

Dean groaned as he felt Cas move on him. “Fuck.” He moaned before leaning up and kissing Cas softly. “If you’d like to marry, would you want the title of King-Consort or Queen?” He asked softly.

Cas snorted at the response, leaning into return the kiss gently before his shoulders slumped. “Do we have to talk about this right now? Besides don’t you have to officially prepose first? I’m not agreeing to anything until I am properly wooed.” He clarified. “And Queen. If I’m going to have to put up with you then I want the power and respect that goes with.”

“Once your heat is over, I will call a meeting with the people, and on the balcony I will propose to you and announce a date for the holiday for our wedding.” He explained.

“Cas tensed. “You have a date in mind?” He asked, obviously a bit nervous. 

Dean shook his mind. “Usually it’s four or five months after the proposal. It depends on your heats and my ruts.” He explained. “That’s the laws of the land.” He explained.

“Thats not near enough time.” Cas huffed, suddenly anxious about the whole thing. “If I’m expected to grow accustomed to my role as Royal Aide… Plan a wedding /and/ learn the duties of a Queen.” He rushed obviously growing a bit panicked. “Surely we can push it all back. Wait for the preposal… until I get everything settled?”

Dean shook his head. “The latest we can push it back is five months from the proposal.” He said softly. “If we are to keep our love looking really to Azra’il, then I must propose. Plus, if this knot is... working, then we must marry before nine months. We also can’t show that we’re marrying for the nine month deadline. It wouldn’t look like we love each other.” Dean explained.

Cas sat up a bit, obviously no liking Dean’s timeframes. “I don’t see how pregnancy matters in the scheme of things. If I do become pregnant that is no reason to rush the wedding. I would still have to have the pups vows or no vows.” Cas pointed out. “And it can still be real without rushing into the wedding. I don’t even know what I would want for a wedding. Most Omega’s dream about dresses and flowers… I was too busy with uniforms and swords. I certainly don’t want someone telling me what’s /proper/ at my own wedding and that is exactly whats going to happen if I don’t /know/.” He huffed. 

“Cas, if we have a child out of wedlock, they would be... a bastard.” Dean sighed. “They wouldn’t be able to ascend to the throne. I would have to check the laws but they may have to leave. Go on long quests if they’re an Alpha, or a servant if they’re an Omega. And having a child out of wedlock could bring disaster to the Kingdom, other May attack us over it.” Dean explained sadly. “Children mean everything.”

Cas knew that… He knew the laws… Even if they wed after the pups were born they would still be labeled bastards… Though he didn’t like the thought. “Then change the laws.” He demanded, knowing thats not how things worked but hating it none the less. He didn’t wait for a response, knowing Dean was aware Cas knew better. He collapsed against his chest once more with a small growl. “I’ll murder anyone who trys any of that. Make them beg for mercy I refuse to give.” He grumbled. Though the threat no doubt sounded adorable coming from the Omega currently he was fully capable of going through with it. 

Dean hummed. “I know you will, Cas. But this is not just the law but customary. I know this is fast. But... if you wish, you can be my Queen and choose an area to be the expert at. Whether it be the military or changing the laws for all Omegas. You won’t be an Aide, but my Queen, we can change the laws so you have more rights and opportunities than an Aide.” Dean explained. “You can be my equal.”

It was another long moment before Cas spoke, giving another heavy sigh as he considered it all. He sat back up, shifting a bit at the feel of Dean still inside him. “And what about the dinner Sunday? What will you tell the other Aides; and who will take may place? What will I be until then?”

“I was thinking after everything is cleared up, Zechriel should become the Military Aide. Unless you wish to expertise in the Military. In which case, there won’t be a Military Aide and you will take on that role. It’s your choice. You have five months to decide which area you which to take on.” Dean explained.

Cas hesitated. “Why can’t I do both?” He asked simply, already knowing it would be far too much work for one person. He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Zerchiel is a good choice and highly capable. I feel he would be much better as an Aide than Knight Commander but that would leave the Knight Commander position open.” He pointed out, already become a bit overwhelmed.  

“Then the two of us and Zerchriel will choose a Knight Commander and Second In Command, together. But for now, you need to eat. One day at a time.” Dean said softly.

Cas collapsed against him once more, obviously sulking. “I’m not hungry.” He grumbled softly. “And I’m not drinking anymore of that disgusting tea.” He added. 

Cas glanced up at him a flushed as his gaze narrowed. “How do you know what my favorite is?” He asked suspiciously; though the man wasn’t wrong. Cas had always had a weak spot for the food… Gabriel usually used it against him when he went without eating for long periods of time. Which, if he had to guess, was how Dean knew.

“I have my sources.” Dean chuckled. “Come on, let’s eat.” He said softly. He reached over and placed the tray on the bed beside them. “Try not to get food all over me though.”

Cas shook his head. “Sit up.” He instructed. “I’ll help. Just lean against the headboard.” He offered, leaning over to grab their shirts, giving a small shiver as he felt Dean shift inside him once more.

Dean sat up slowly, his hands slightly behind Cas to guide him up as well. He smiled as he took his top and put it on. “Thank you.” He said softly.

Cas offered a small nod before collecting one of the plates, eyeing the sandwhiches that had been cut into small squares, obviously considering a situation like this. He offered one out to the other man as he spoke. “What /will/ you tell them at the dinner Sunday?” He asked curiously.  

“That you will be an interim Aide until further notice. They don’t need to know any more. Technically they are interim Aide’s until I appoint new ones.” He explained.

He considered the words for a long moment as he began to eat. “Surely they will suspect something may be amiss if you’re appointing yet another interim aide and not an actual one..” He pointed out, though he supposed it didn’t really matter. 

“I don’t care. They’re stuffy old men that can’t even keep their libido in check, let alone help to run a Kingdom.” Dean huffed as he took a sandwich and started to eat it.

Cas gave a huff of amusement as he shook his head. “You really should find you some new ones.” He mumbled before sighing. “I’m sorry I’m taking so much of your time.”

“I have some candidates, I’ve given them out to the current Aides for them to choose who they think has the best qualifications. No names, ages, or statuses. I should be getting back their opinions on Sunday.” He explained.

“And if they discover those details? You could be putting the Omega’s on that list in danger.” He pointed out as he practically devoured another sandwich. 

“Cas, nowhere does it say that Omegas can’t be Aides. There’s no law for it, because there hasn’t been a need for it.” Dean explained. “Plus I’ve sent out letters to each Omega, explaining their risks, and asking if they would still consider the position. They are not blinding going it this.” Dean said softly. “I had my brother write them with the help of his wife.”

“As if the current Aides give a damn about laws.” Cas scoffed but nodded. “Good. I’m just worried about them. Its going to be… difficult… for everyone.” He offered softly. 

“I know it is Cas. No one said it would be easy, but all we can hope is that we become the norm that everyone follows.” Dean said softly, eating his sandwich and taking another. “Every Omega is just as eager as you for the rules to change.”

“And what happens if I become Queen? Will I have Aides of my own? Should I begin looking? I would like Zechriel… but he may be better suited under your lead… Or will I have the same Aides as you? If thats the case, then shouldn’t I have a say in who is chosen?” He asked, bombarding the Alpha with his questions. 

Dean sighed, “that all depends on what you would like to be known for. Would you like to be military or the welfare of Omegas?” Dean asked slowly.

“I would be far more comfortable with the military.” He admitted softly, already regretting his decision. “But you have Zechriel for that and I trust him… Besides, I have his ear if he needs my advice… He’ll listen to me…” He explained moving to collect a small roll and bite into it. “But there is no one to care for the welfare of the other Omegas… It may not have been my goal but… It is a necessary duty.” 

“Zechriel will become Knight Commander if you’d prefer to be the Military Aide. I will simply appoint an Aide to work on the welfare of Omegas, and ensure they have a large team underneath them.” Dean explained.

The Omega shook his head. “No.” He mumbled in clarification. “Zechriel would be a wonderful Royal Aide and I wouldn’t trust anyone who hasn’t lived a life as an Alpha Omega to handle the laws… It opens your eyes quite a bit… I’m not quite sure I would trust myself without an Omega who has lived their live as an Omega either… There are many people out there who have gone through hardships I can’t even imagine while I hide safely behind my status.” 

“I was thinking of offered jobs to Gabriel, Meg and the elocutionist that was and will be training you.” Dean explained. “The other roles can be filled with people you choose. I believe my brother has taught Meg to read and write, and so can help Gabriel and your elocutionist is necessary.” Dean explained.

Cas blinked in surprise at the suggestions. “Gabriel… Knows how to read and write.” He mumbled still trying to process the information. “Eve would make a wonderful Aide without a doubt… But… Are you sure you want to consider Gabriel? I know the two of you don’t care for each other much… and I highly doubt he plans on ceasing his pranks… Especially if I become Queen. It will no doubt increase if anything.”

“You would keep him in line.” Dean said, certain of it. “I didn’t know that Gabriel could read and write or I wouldn’t have suggest Meg to help him. But he would be a good choice. He would answer to you, not to me. We would be equals, you wouldn’t answer to me either.” Dean explained. “I can’t sit here and pretend to be an expert on Gabriel, but I do know he would do anything for you. You two have a bond I can scarcely imagine. If you asked him to stop his pranks for this, I’m sure he would.” Dean explained.

Cas snorted at that. “Perhaps for a little while… at least until he grew bored.” Cas mused. “You say that we will be equals but very few would see it that way. I do like the idea of working with Meg and Gabriel.” He admitted. “I still haven’t met her but I am certain she would do well. Eve as well of course. She is one Omega that is not afraid to speak her mind… I like her honesty.” He admitted. 

Dean nodded. “Then you must keep Gabriel busy with work.” He smiled. “Legally we would be equals. We would have the same rights and the same laws governing us. I can help you set up your own set of Aides, but other than that I wouldn’t interfere and I would hope you would extend the same curtesy to me.” Dean smiled softly.

The words had him hesitating. “Well…” Cas mumbled softly. “I would certainly try not to.” he offered honestly. He meant it of course, but he would always be worried about the military aspect of the Kingdom; and while he would never try and step on Dean’s toes he would want to offer advice/opinions when he felt it was needed. 

“Of course if you’re expertises and experiences are required then you may be involved.” Dean explained. “Though I must ask, if we are both to have full time jobs, and we do produce an heir, who would look after them?” Dean asked.

Cas tensed at the question. It was a valid one of course but… “Surely we can both take care of them… and when issues arise that are not suitable for children we can employ a nanny?” He offered. “When the child is old enough they’ll no doubt have classes as well which will help. Or perhaps one of use care for them during the day and work at night and vice versa?” He offered.

Dean shook his head, “I’m sure together we can find a suitable nanny.” Dean smiled softly. “And I promise no matter their status, they will become the ruler of this Kingdom. That’s the first law I’ll pass after I change my Aides.” Dean promised.

“I never doubted that.” Cas offered with a small smile. “Though we might be jumping ahead of ourselves a bit considering I may not even be pregnant.” He pointed out before his face fell and hesitated. “Actually… Dean… Perhaps we should talk about the fact I might not be able to have children… According to the woman who helped me with my surpressants… If I took them long enough it might cause some serious damage to the point pups weren’t an option.” He admitted. “If that changes wanting to be with me. I understand. You’re King.” He rushed quickly, obviously worried. “I understand there has to be an heir.”

Dean kissed Cas softly. “After your heat the doctor is wishing to give you a full checkup.” He said softly. “But no matter you are my Queen. Sammy already has two beautiful twin girls. If we don’t produce an heir, then it passes down to them.” Dean explained.

It took a moment but Cas relaxed slowly, giving a small nod, though he didn’t meet Dean’s gaze. “I take it he was the reason for the horrible tea?” He mumbled, obviously piecing together what had happened. “Was I really out for a few days?” 

Dean nodded. “We had tried every other option. And yes you were. Gabriel barely left your side. But you’re better now and that’s what matters.” He said softly. “I’m sure Gabriel will be happy with your career change, you won’t be injured nearly as often.” He chuckled softly.

Cas gave another scoff at that. “I highly doubt there won’t be a good number of assassination attempts once word gets out about what we are doing.” He pointed out. He inspected his shoulder carefully. “I’m sorry I worried everyone so much. I think the infection is mostly gone now… though… It still itches a lot.”

Dean nodded. “Do you mind if I take the bandages off? The fresh air will do it good and we can put some of the cool salve on that might help to stop the itching.” He offered, as he quickly ate a pastry.

 Cas offered a small half shrug, obviously favoring the shoulder so as to refrain from hurting himself.

 Dean hummed and gently started to take the bandages off Cas’ shoulder. “Why did you take the shot for me?” He asked softly.

 "You were in danger." Cas replied simply. "It was my duty. You are my King." He offed though he knew he would have taken the shot regardless of who Dean was.

 “You didn’t have to take it. None of the other soldiers did.” Dean said softly, “I wouldn’t have held it against you.”

“I’m not like other soldiers.There’s a reason I climbed the ranks so quickly “ He countered. “They should have.” He added with a sigh. “I suppose they were distracted.”

Dean hummed. “But I don’t blame them.” He said softly, as he took the last of the bandages off. “And no you’re not like the other soldiers, you were so much better.”

“Am.” Cas corrected. “I /am/ so much better.” He reminded. “I don’t blame them either. While I expect each of them to be willing to die for the Kingdom I don’t expect it at the drop of a hat.”

“No Cas, you /were/ a better soldier, you /are/ a better man.” Dean said softly, kissing his cheek.

“No, Dean.” Cas corrected again. “I may not have the title of Knight Commander but I will always be a soldier. That will never go away.” The words were said with certainty but calmly with no animosity; just fact. 

Dean hummed, kissing Cas again. “Of course, I’m sorry.” He said softly. He picked up another sandwich and started to eat it slowly.

Cas offered an affectionate smile at the words. “Its alright… believe it or not, I’m use to it. People don’t really know what its like unless they’ve lived it.”

Dean hummed. He took Cas’ hands, linking their fingers. “I love you.” He said softly finishing his sandwich.

“I love you too, Dean.” Cas replied curling against him affectionately.  

Dean hummed softly. He wiped his hands clean and bought out the salve. “This is going to be cold, but you know that.” He said softly.

He nodded at the words, bracing himself against the feeling. “Does this mean I’ll still have to wear heels?” He grumbled softly after a moment. 

Dean chuckled. “We’ll work on the laws, let you choose what you want to wear, what all Omegas can wear.” He said softly. “But in the mean time, yes you’ll have to wear heels.” Dean said softly.

Cas groaned in defeat, obviously not liking the idea but not bother to voice any more of his distaste. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you enjoyed torturing me.” He teased lightly.

“Cas it’s the law. We’ve not changed that yet. And you can’t change it until we’re married.” Dean said softly.

“Dean… Relax.” Cas huffed, his amusement fading. “I’m only teasing. You take things far too serious.” He grumbled softly. 

Dean sighed. “I’m the King. I have to if I want to be successful.” He said sadly.

“Somehow I get the feeling we’re going to have this conversation a lot…” He grumbled. “Who you are in public does not have to be who you are all the time. You need time to relax a little. Believe me… if anyone understands that, it's me.”

Dean hummed and held Cas’ hand softly. “When I learn to Cas, you’ll be the first to know. I’ve never had the luxury to learn how to tease. I have a feeling that’s why I don’t get on Gabriel as much as you’d wish for.” He explained softly.

 "Obviously." Cas grumbled under his breath, with no real heat. He gave a sigh before shifting to get more comfortable. "I believe I was promised to be carried to the bath." He pointed out with a teasing grin.

 Dean hummed. “When you’re salve has had time to work.” He said softly. “Eat up first Cas. Then we can work out a way to get comfortable in the bath.” He smiled.

 "I'm done." Cas reassured pushing away the tray slightly. "In fact I think I might have eaten too much." He admitted softly. "If I have been sleeping for a few days then my heat is almost over, right?" He asked as he tried to do the math: eager to get out of the room and go back to normal.

Dean rested his hand on Cas’ stomach softly. “Three days. But I don’t know if your heat has just built up whilst you were asleep and you still need to work through those three days.” Dean said softly. “I don’t know how heats work in this sense.”

Cas’ shoulders sunk at the words, obviously disappointed. “I just want this to be over.” He groaned. “I hate feeling like this. Its horrible…” He huffed. 

The Omega shot the man a side ways glance, amusement filling his scent. “Well you are certainly not as good as I am.” He teased softly. 

Dean gasped and poured. “Then why are you sat, attached to my cock?” He asked.

Cas couldn’t help but give a small chuckle at that. “Well, I certainly couldn’t knot myself, now could I?” He teased. 

“I’m sure you could just use a large dildo.” Dean hummed. “I’m sure you’ve tried it.” He smirked.

“Doesn’t have quite the same feel to it.” He admitted rolling his hips for good measure.

Dean hummed and thrusted up into Cas, smirking as he did so. “Does it feel good?”

A shiver ran through the Omega though he managed to refrain from the small gasp that tried to escape. “No.” He lied. “Its absolutely horrid.” He teased lightly. 

“No, so you wouldn’t like it if I did it again?” Dean asked, thrusting up again.

The motion earned a small moan from the Omega. “N-not sure…” Cas offered a bit breathlessly. “Maybe you should do it again, just to be sure.”

Dean chuckled, “last time.” He smirked as he thrusted up as hard as he could again. “Have you made up your mind?”

He had to brace himself against Dean’s chest from the force of the thrust before taking a moment to catch his breath, trying to refrain from another whine escaping him. Finally he gave a small nod of his head. “You’re still horrible… Care to prove me wrong?” He challenged. 

“No, because I know you’re just saying it to try and get fucked.” Dean hummed, winking.

Cas gave an exagerated gasp of feigned offense. “How dare you!” He scoffed. “I am a future Queen, sir.” He reminded. “I do not get /fucked/… I allow my Alpha to /attempt/ to please me. Theres a difference you know.” He corrected. 

Dean scoffed, “and I’m your King, if I say you are wanting to be fucked, then that is what you’re wanting.

He considered the words for a moment. “Well… As an Omega with no current title… I suppose I am not allowed to disagree… Though I will have to punish you for such disrespect once I’m crowned, you know… Can’t have my husband treating me in such a manner.” He teased before he tripped over the ‘h’ word, as if it made it all a bit too real. He seemed to grow lost in thought suddenly. 

Dean smiled and kissed Cas softly. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’ve not proposed yet.” He chuckled softly. “Hey Cas, are you with me? What’s on your mind?”

 Cas glanced up at him. "Hm? Yes... it's nothing dont worry about it." He offered with a small smile that didnt quite reach his gaze.

 “Cas, if I’m going to have to learn to relax, you’re going to have to learn to open up.” Dean said softly. “What are you thinking about? I might know the answer.”

 "Its not a question." Cas sighed. "I just... everything has changed and so quickly... I'm just trying to process it all... I never wanted a mate or pups or any of it before." He pointed out.

 “Cas we don’t have to marry, we don’t have to have pups.” Dean promised. “This is entirely your decision. I hope I’m not pressuring you into doing it.” He said softly.

 "You say that but if I do end up pregnant then we dont have a choice anyways." He huffed.

 “It is you’re choice to be knotted.” Dean said softly. “And surely you understand why we must marry if you bare my children.” He added.

 "I'm not arguing it Dean!" Cas grumbled. "I'm pointing out the fact that you're contradicting yourself."

 Dean sighed. “Of course.” He picked Cas up, and carried him into the bathroom, before starting to fill the bath up.

 Cas grumbled though he wrapped his arms around the larger Alpha and fell silent until they were settling into the water. "I dont really have a problem with any of it, Dean... it's just a lot to handle." He clarified.

 “Well what are you finding the hardest to handle?” Dean asked as he laid back in the water. “Eve will help you with the societal norms and expectations, I will help you learn the laws and understanding them.” He explained.

 Cas shook his head slowly. "Its not just one thing Dean. It's all of it." He explain. "In a matter of weeks every single thing in my life has been changed. It's a lot to handle."

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Truth or Shoot, part one

James finds her drinking again, hidden away in her own med bay, holding a flask like a lifeline, glaring into the darkness on her own. He gives a sigh of relief - she isn’t wandering the woods this time, or trying to pick a fight with something bigger than her.

He leans against the doorway, glowing in the dark, swallowing the lecture he wants to start in on as she decides to speak to him.

“As if the Infernal were ever once pitiful angels. Bleh. Garbage.”

Elizabeth takes another swig as James sharply inhales, catching her attention with his noises.

“What. WHAT?” Her voice is slurring a bit - how long as she been in here with her hooch? Who kept selling this to her? They probably don’t care if she’s an alcoholic, they just want her money.

“ . . . . uh . . . Nothing.” He scratches his own head a bit and looks away, not wanting to start a debate about this now, not in the state she’s in. Some days he’s unsure who the Handler is supposed to be - maybe it’s both of them.

She pulls herself up by the edge of the table nearby, and James can see her legs not quite working the way they should as she shouts at him “whaaat” again.

“They . . . could have been angels,” he says cautiously, watching her lean on the table for support as she shakes her head at him, hair curls bouncing.

“Not all of them.”

“Why do you say that?” James asks her while she drinks from her flask again. “I'm too curious.” He folds his arms over his chest, watching intently. “I mean . . . why not?”

Because . . . “ She trails off, and for a moment James is concerned she’s going to be sick, but Elizabeth just hiccups a bit instead before continuing. “Because sometimes things are just made out of evil.”

“Like … created that way?”

She gives him a heavy nod, and he can feel his nose wrinkling at her in disagreement.

“I’m … I’m not so sure about that. It’s interesting to ponder though.”

Elizabeth doesn’t seem interested in dropping the conversation as she sips again. “Some people are just doomed, James. Damned from the cradle to the Grave.”

“That might be, but…” James thinks over how he wants to continue, without pissing her off.

I doubt they were created evil, or from evil. That just doesn't sound right to me.” He shrugs at her nonchalantly.

“If you ‘ake shitty metal, and you use a shit forge, ya gonna get a shit result,” she insists, her words still melting together as her tongue can’t keep up with her mind.

James tries to not sigh in his exasperation. “Yes, but the lord does not foul. Instead, he’s used the best metal in the best forge, then the weapon is mishandled by those it is gifted to.” He looks up briefly at the Lord Commander, feeling sure of himself as Elizabeth sips again.

“So . . . was I born shitty or made shitty?” she asks quietly, and his chest tightens a little. Elizabeth had two kinds of drunk - the Up drunk, with her acting her age, giggling and loud and enjoying her life briefly, and then she had the Down drunk.

He finds himself shaking his head, the chain on his chin jingling slightly. "You were forged of the finest materials, in the finest forge,” he explains to her. “Past that . . . it could be a matter of perception . . . perspective . . . opinion."

All he gets from her is another hiccup and a scowl. "Well, I'd ask your opin-opinion, but . . . " She uses her free hand to make a wild up and down gesture to the whole of him in the doorway.

"but . . . you don't care my opinion?" he asks her softly, cocking his head a bit while she struggles with her words.

"No… You're . . . um . . . bossed, bast, OH! BIASED."

He can’t hold in his chuckling. "Everyone is.” He finds himself resting his weapon and shield nearby as he takes a seat across the table from her while she shakes her head in disagreement. James rests his cheek in his propped up palm and watches her.

She leans back from him, holding the table for balance while giving him a confused stare to his smile. “What?” she asks.

"Everyone is biased, Elizabeth."

" . . . yeah, but…” She doesn’t meet his gaze, looking down at the table. “ . . . you're not gonna be honest."

James takes his face from out of his hand, his expression flattening to a hint of concern. "Of course I will,” he says softly while she drinks more, still leaning away from him across the table.

"Nu uh…”

"I will too!"

He’s met with a heavy silence, and he can see her looking towards the door, and he keeps speaking.

"You want to know what I think or not?"

" . . . OK, buh I know what ya gonna say." Her words are getting more jumbled up and slurred now, and she looks back across the table as James stands up from his seat, hands flat on the table.

"I think that you have seen very bad shit in your short days. It makes you unable to believe that a higher power can not exist because you yourself think that He should intervene or that you would do it differently . . . There simply can't be a higher power that gives a shit, else things would be different…

So, you turn your back to him, compounding what you see and playing into your own self fulfilling prophecy."

Her brows furrow in as she tries to make more subtle distance between her and James. Her knuckles are turning white while holding the table.

"So . . . I'm bein’ punished. We're all bein’ punished, is tha it?"

"No . . . we’re all being tested." He sits back down, feeling his chest tighten up again. "You just…” He sighs, running his hand over his head, fumbling for the words. “You're so beautiful and you don't even see it . . . all you see is the shit that sucks." He doesn’t look at her again, expecting drunken backlash for his words. "I wish you could see yourself like the Lord does."

The silence between them is deafening, and James can feel Lizzy boring holes into the side of his skull. His scars itch as he debates apologizing, before a loud thud interrupts his train of thought.

James looks up and sees a blue and golden pistol laying between them now, and it takes him a minute to recognize it as Elizabeth’s back up shooter.

"Empty it."

He gives her a hard look, reluctantly reaching out and taking the tiny pistol in his hands, opening the barrel and removing copper-cased bullets, dropping them on the table as he goes.

"Leave one."

A nerve twitches inside his chest. "This best not be a gambling game, Elizabeth," he says with a tone of warning for her. But she just shakes her head at him, so he leaves the last bullet inside the chamber, and closes it before handing it over to her. Her hand is shaking a bit from the alcohol, and he wonders when her flask will finally empty.

Elizabeth takes it and spins the barrel casually while she speaks. "The game is called Truth or Shoot. It's like Truth or Dare but when you're stuck in a compound, the Dares run out." She sets the gun back down as James inhales sharply, saying a quick prayer. "You wanna go first?"

He gives her a look of disdain. "Sorry, Elizabeth. I simply don't know how to work that thing."

She shrugs and takes the gun back in her hands, lifting it to aim at James’ face. "I'll do it then.” Her aim wavers a bit but James doesn’t move, staring her down. "I ask a question. If you don't answer, I pull the trigger. Then it's your turn."

He rubs the bridge of his nose, trying to stay calm. She’s very drunk, but maybe he’ll just amuse her for now. She’s a child still, sometimes. "Okay . . . "

Elizabeth smiles and hiccups again, her finger slipping off the trigger for a moment. "Question . . . if Lord Commander allowed, would you bang your Chaplain?"

James can feel his eyes grow bigger than his shield, and his face burns, and there’s no point in trying to hide it in his hands, but he does anyway. Elizabeth just laughs under her breath as she shakes the gun in his direction for emphasis.

"Truth or Shoot, bud."

He barely chokes out an answer around the lump in his throat. “ . . . yes?” His face somehow grows even hotter behind his fingers as Elizabeth giggles at his embarrassment.

“Thank god, I was worried!”

He brings his hands back down. “Worried?”

But Elizabeth just waves his question away and calms down her laughter, gently resting the barrel of her pistol against her scalp with a smile.

"Your turn."

He nearly jumps from the chair but she’s got her finger on the trigger and he doesn’t want to spook the drunk. "No . . . no at least aim it at your leg or something! Good lord, Elizabeth!"

She smiles more at his pleading. "Nu-uh. My game." She pushes the barrel against her temple for emphasis. "Truth me, James."

James almost panics, trying to think of someway to discourage her, but smiles smugly at her.

"What's your favorite food?"

She did not share his smile, furrowing her brows at him. “But … That's a boring question."

He can’t stop smiling, relief rushing down his torso like a cool breeze. "Are boring questions not allowed in your game, Elizabeth?" he asks, feigning innocence.

But she starts smiling back at him, and his gut falls through the floor.

"They are,” she says, coking the hammer of her pistol with her thumb. “but I don't have to answer."

Now he does stand up, shouting at her. "Wait! okay Shit!" he says, hands up to stop her. Elizabeth stays still, watching him like a cat cornering a mouse, somebody who plays with their food. God, what should he ask that wasn’t boring to her? James tries to swallow the lump in his throat while he sits back down.

"Ummm . . . do you believe that there really COULD be a God?"

It’s a throwaway question, one that they’ve talked about before in circles, a silence filler, a game they play. But Elizabeth doesn’t quip back with something witty to poke fun at him. Her smile falls back down, and her stare softens as she lowers the gun from her head.

"Yes . . . " Her voice is almost a whisper. "But not the one you worship."

James had braced himself for something scathing, but isn’t able to hide the shock on his face as she pulls her flask back out, and goes to drink - but he sees it’s empty now, much to Elizabeth’s disdain. She sighs and puts it down on the table, cap off, and looks at the ceiling. Is she praying?

"I . . . I struggle with the idea that it's . . . a test."

He looks at her, even if she won’t look back down. "I don't understand.”

Another pause before she looks back down, and James can see how bloodshot her eyes are, making the blues even more unnerving. Bloodshot seems to be the theme for her face moreso often than not lately.

"Why are we tested?"

"Because faith is very hard to keep.” James tells her, absentmindedly fiddling with the rosary on his armor. Preaching was coming more naturally to James as the weeks pasted, and he felt better after doing it, like a cool drink of water. “Remaining faithful to the Lord, even when we don't understand . . . it’s the true measure of our gratitude and understanding of our position in the world."

" . . . don't ya feel like it's … itsa trap?" she asks him, voice low.

"How so?"

" . . . if you were, ya know . . . asked by a stranger to follow them down a dark path on promise of safety and reward alone, like, wouldn't you think it was a trap?"

Still playing with his rosary, James tries to figure out his words for her, speaking slowly. "It's.. really not the same . . . i'm trying to figure out how to illustrate as much…”

Elizabeth has always been patient with him, and she still is now, letting James have the silence to figure out his next statement, but she’s barely blinking at him.

"Look . . . I have faith that the man standing there isn't a stranger . . . It's more like . . . If your father was standing there . . . would you trust your father in a dark alley?"

She breaks eye contact with him, glancing down at the table at her lap, and James can hear her inhale. He almost feels bad, knowing Elizabeth’s love for her birth father, and opens his mouth to continue before he’s met with the end of the pistol back in his face. She isn’t shaking as much now, but her face betrays her pain.

"Are ya . . . tryin’ to convert me?"

He isn’t shocked by her question. He had asked it of her before … it feels like years ago now … and he doesn’t move, gives her nothing to respond to for several silent moments before her finger moves to the trigger again.

“Elizabeth. After I answer this . . . I insist you let me elaborate. Because the truth is more complicated than the yes or no answer you might be looking for."

She glares at him. “Are ya gonna be honest … tell the truth?”

He takes a deep breath, nodding as she lowers the pistol again. "Yes . . . I am going to tell you the truth . . . "

(to be continued)

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Sadira and Ambrosine part 4

Sadira: frost heat breakfast babe breakfast

Ambrosine: lets go kids breakfast time

Frostine: food *slides down the stair rails sitting at the table*

Heatwave: no fair sis u got a head start

Ambrosine: babe can u come here real quick i need help

Sadira: coming *teleports*

Ambrosine: *lights some candles* u actually came babe

Sadira: of course u ok?

Ambrosine: im a little horny can u help me?

Sadira: mmmmm is that so

Ambrosine: plz my holy angel u make me feel so good everytime *sits on the edge of the bed spreading her legs*

Sadira: *bites her lip getting wet* mmmmm damn u *walks to her kissing her pussy licking it*

Ambrosine: mmm ah *softly moans* c-can i ma-ake u feel g-good too?

Sadira: mhm *climbs on the bed sitting on her face* make u go deep ok?

Ambrosine: *licks sadira pussy slowly* mmmm so tasty

Sadira: ahh babe yes *goes back to licking ambrosine pussy sucking on her clit*

Ambrosine: *turns red* h-hey n-no fair *moans spreading her pussy lips licking deeper*

Sadira: *moans louder* a-ah f-fuck mmm *sucks on her clit more eating her out*

Ambrosine: ahhh Sadira *climaxes*

Sadira: mmmmmmm i guess i win huh?

Ambrosine: *smacks safira ass eating out her pussy deeply*

Sadira: h-h-hey i wo-on mmmmm fu-uck ur tong-gue fe-eels so am-mazing

Ambrosine: *twirls her tongue inside sadira pussy*

Sadira: mmmm *moans louder climaxing* Ambrosine!!!!!!!! *falls sleep on Ambrosine*

Ambrosine: i won that round *sets Sadira on the bed tucking her in* sweet dreams babe u needed a day off

Sadira: mmmmm *sleeping happily satisfied*

Ambrosine: *kisses her forehead walking downstairs*

Frostine: mom a hell hound delivered this for u

Heatwave: we didn't open the door tho we waited till the hound left first

Ambrosine: good job u two now go play *opens the letter*

Surprise jr: rookie i need u when u get this letter don't be late this time

Ambrosine: shit..... *writes a note for sadira then teleports away*

[tickedpiggie]

Chapter One: Birthday Parties

         Jin stared into the mirror. There was something so off about his own reflection. He didn't look any different either. His broad shoulders were still prominent while his thin wrists were still pale. Jin poked at his crooked nose that had been broken many times in his adolescence. His face was still tan and the sun spots scattered along the bridge of his nose were still there and were still a few shades darker than his face. Jin poked at his hair, "It's still just as frizzy as it was yesterday," the young man leaned closer to the mirror that stood tall and proud against his wall. He bit his lower lip as his left eyebrow rose. Jin turned and quickly picked up a dark yellow t-shirt his friends had bought him for Father's Day last year. They were always so thankful to Jin for caring for each of them in their time of need. Jin smiled to himself as he slipped on the worn out shirt. His boxers hung loosely on his hip bones, just below the mole that rested against his left hip. There were small scars littered along his thin legs, gathering around his shins. He pulled thick, expensive brand name socks over his ankles before he struggled to pull on his too tight black skinny jeans.

` As Jin left his room, he grabbed his phone from the charger. 

     "We're all waiting for you at McDonald's," Jin read out loud from his notifications. A small boyish grin covered his usual emotionless face. As he slipped the cracked phone into his back pocket he checked his reflection once more. Jin twisted his loose curls that he could never tame. He huffed before giving up and quickly turning to open the door that lead to the rest of his empty apartment. Before he could touch the doorknob, Jin had clumsily slammed his toe into the small suitcase that made its home next to his mirror. The picture frame that held his favorite picture fell and broke into pieces as it hit the hardwood floor. "Dammit," his temper flared as he watched the pieces of glass scatter all over the floor. The thin man knelt down in order to clean the mess he made. His lower lip twitched as he grabbed each of the shards of glass. Jin began to rush as his phone vibrated in his pocket. "Jungkook" flashed across the screen multiple times as he continued to spam Jin's phone.     As Jin swiftly tapped against the screen, his foot slipped and pressed against a sharper piece of glass. He flinched before lifting his foot only to see blood dripping from the sole of his sock. "I'm already fifteen minutes late, I'm sure they'll be fine for another ten," Jin sighed as he finished cleaning up the glass and placing the broken picture frame back onto the suitcase. He slipped off his bloody sock before wrapping his foot and applying a bit of healing ointment onto it. He opted for a pair of Nike slides instead of his usual pair of sneakers as it would be more comfortable for his injured foot. Grabbing his house keys and a pair of earbuds, Jin ran down the sidewalk and to the local fast food restaurant where his friends had patiently waited for the young man.      While nearly sprinting down the dirty sidewalk of New York City, Jin stared down at his phone, desperately trying to reply to Jungkook as quickly as he could. The boy was kind hearted, but impatient. Yet today his continuous jabs at Jin would be the death of him. As Jin slowed down to a jog, he bumped into a woman holding what looked to be a pile of important papers in office-like manila folders. The loose papers slipped from her plump fingers. She let out a small gasp as her documents flew into the middle of the busy street. Jin could only give an apologetic stare before he started to run again. "Sorry! I swear if we run into each other again, I'll do you a favor," Jin shouted over his shoulder. He refused to be any later than twenty-five minutes late for Jungkook's 18th birthday. 'I'm finally turning into an adult so just don't blow me off like you did with everyone else,' Jungkook had begged him over the phone the night earlier. 'I promise I'll be there.' And with that thought in mind, Jin began to sprint once again with a small grin on his face.

        "Do you think he's gonna show?" Yoongi mumbled as he nearly inhaled his fries. He gave a quick concerned look at the birthday boy. ‘I need a smoke’ Yoongi thought to himself as he bounced his right leg out of habit. If Jin wasn't known for his cockiness, then it was his amazing ability fall back asleep in less than 5 minutes. “Don’t go putting those idiotic pessimistic thoughts in Kookie’s mind, Yoongi. He already is starting to act like a blunt dickhead since he’s been hanging out with you.” Jimin sharply interrupted. He pulled at his sleeves to cover his fingers before averting his eyes from Yoongi’ gaze. Taehyung rolled his eyes before lightly sucking on his teeth. “Both of you, shut the fuck up. Jin is sprinting across the damn street in those old ass slides he bought his freshman year.” Jungkook, Yoongi, and Jimin turned their heads and stared at the lanky young man roughly take off his shoes and limped is way into the fast food restaurant. Jin slammed open the glass door before wildly searching for his group of misfits. His harsh breathing calmed to something that was somewhat normal when he made eye contact with Jungkook.   Jungkook’s smile broke through his once solemn face and a dimple on his right cheek was something that made the rest of the boys smile. “Over here! We’re gonna go to the bridge in a bit,” the boy yelled as he motioned Jin over towards the booth in the corner where the four boys sat at. “Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, Kookie,” an apologetic smile rose to Jin’ tanned face as he started to play with the hair that lie on the back of his neck, purposely avoiding the frizzy mess that sat atop his head. Taehyung pulled out his earbuds, giving Jin a thin smile before turning to talk to Jimin. Jin watched Taehyung as he quietly whispered and played with the frayed edges of his sleeves. His lips parted as he began to voice his concern toward Taehyung, but Yoongi cut him off. “So why were you so late?” the dyed redhead asked, his voice sharp and stern.“You knew it was Kookie’s birthday today and you knew he was gonna hurt if someone else were to let him down again.” Yoongi’ fingers tightened around themselves under the table. His dark brows were brought down at an angle, nearly touching the bridge of his nose. His breathing became heavier as anger rose from within him. To others, Yoongi might have been over reacting, but within those five boys it was expected and in reason. Before Jin answered, he gestured to his injured foot.

“I was on my way out and I dropped some glass.” Jin’s reply was sharp, he didn’t want to go any more into what he had dropped before his mental stability drops as well. “I really and sorry I’m late though. I’ll make it up to you later tonight, I promise.” the tan young man smiled at his friend before holding up his right pinky. Jungkook’s inner childishness was brought out and he linked his own finger with Jin’s.

The group of friends sat around a small makeshift bonfire that was just under the noisy bridge. Taehyung pulled out a small purple package from the pocket of his hoodie. As he ripped it open, Yoongi had pulled out a small baggie filled to the brim with a green substance. “Are you guys gonna smoke?” Jin asked while he tossed his empty bottle of some cheap alcohol he had bought the earlier that day out into the woods that were just a few feet from them.

Yoongi hummed quietly before handing the bag of bud to the younger man. Taehyung expertly rolled a blunt in his hand before lighting the tip of the Backwoods blunt on the small bonfire in front of him. “Clearly. I got 3 grams of some AK-47 for five dollars,” Yoongi bragged to Jin. He took the blunt from Taehyung’ boney fingers and placed it between his plump lips. Jimin turned towards Yoongi and watched as the thick cloud of smoke slipped through his lips. “Bitch could’ve just made me pay the full price and let me fuck instead of giving me a whole discount.” Yoongi spoke up once again.

“Why’re you acting like this?” Jin and Yoongi were only one year apart, and had they never dealt with a similar past, they would’ve never been friends. “You’ve haven’t always acted like this much of a dick before.” Jin’ voice was soft, he waited for the blunt to finally reach him before he continued speaking. “I’m serious though, what happened? You know you can tell us,” Jin finished, his tone as soft as it could ever be when he was smoking. Yoongi was quiet, he didn’t know how to react or maybe he was too high to even know what Jin was talking about. Jin stared at his closest friend with sad eyes. He felt the warmth of the smoke in his lungs escape through his parted lips. Yoongi turned away without a response. The rest of the group spoke amongst themselves, complaining about the workload of their classes, oblivious to the sudden drop in the atmosphere.

“Have either of you guys passed that one human anatomy class?” Taehyung said. He might be higher than a kite, but he was still worried about his own grades as he was trying to leave the Big Apple, and in order to do that, he needs to get into a good collegeー granted if he had the money, Taehyung would have moved long ago. Jin looked up at the high school senior, he opened his mouth to respond, but instead he laughed. “You good, Jin?” Yoongi still hadn’t spoken since Jin’ question. Frustrated, he pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket before placing it in between his pink lips. Dammit. Where’s my fucking lighter? A yellow lighter was suddenly shoved into his face. Yoongi’ eyes flashed upward from his cigarette, Jungkook. Since when did he start carrying lighters with him?

[jobanana7]

the one with all the christmases

so i’ve been binge watching friends and i got to this episode so this fic happen so this is very much inspired by chandler’s time in tulsa… enjoy! also i promised @chele20035 i would write something christmasy so there it is!!!!all mistakes (and boy i bet they are a few) are mine, i do not own the hunger games nor do i own f.r.i,e..n.d.s

When Peeta Mellark fell asleep in his company’s meeting and woke up to find out that he’d say yes to moving to district 11 without knowing what he was saying yes to he thought to himself that it was fine, he taught about everything he was getting out of it: the company will load him a brand new mercedes! that was it. ok so it sucked , it sucked even more when he tried to tell his wife. she tired to be as supportive as a wife can be and he’ll  never forget those beautiful words she used when the gather everyone to tell them they  were moving “i have to go don´t i? cause of this stupid thing” and she pull up her wedding ring aaa his loving wife, but dammit he missed her like crazy. he should’ve told her to turn down that new job she landed but the project Abernathy gaver her at her biology lap was too good to past, looking around this office he kinda wishes he did thought.

“Ok everyone is really necessary, the name calling and the note on my back? you can all call me peeta by the way” he said as he sat down on his uncomfortable office chair, he received a collective grown as an answer , he glared at his team

“My son is in a play right now” his right hand Seeder says

“You people want me to say it? i’ll say it, this sucks! is it really quite shitty to be stuck in an office on Christmas alright but at least you all get to go to your families at the end of the day, i get to go to  a cold hotel room and a very questionable bed!” he cried almost winned, really but at this point he was over it of this dead end job as an accountant had everyone back home loved what they were doing first there was Finn his beast buud and actor who thanks to his good looks landed the lead in a soap opera that was a an instant hit, the there was Madge and Gale an odd pair who should be together if you asked him one a fashion executive at Gucci and the other a professor on environmental science ,finally there was Jo a masseuse by day and a fighter for human rights by night , what did he had?

“Now it feels like a holiday! and hey great pep talk!” the new girl chimes in, blue eyes full of laughter

“I know and i’m sorry, but hey! i know what’ll cheer ya up” he says pulling out the white eveloves he was handed earlies by her supervisor Mrs. Coin “you know a little bonus for all your hard work”

“ a donation was made in your name to the New York ballet” someone reads out loud

“Well that’s like money in your pocket” he says but  just barely fooling anyone

“i can’t wait! “ the same girl, GLimmer was it? says  “what would you be doing back home right now?” she asks

“ Oh well, our Christmases are pretty traditional just the usual ” he says and he’s brought back to one of his favorites christmases….

“so i wrote this song for some very special people in my life so… here we go “went  to the store and sat on Santa’s lap asked him to bring friends all kinds of crap he sias all you need one little song now you haven’t heard it so don’t try to sing along… no don’t sing along, finnick oh finnick have a happy christmas eve, saw santa Claus he wanted he wanted Peeta’s buns, please tell Gale this year will be real snowwyyy and Madge and Katniss i love you guys something”… thank you all, happy holly days!”  jo said as people on the coffeehouse applauded to her.

that was one of the few memories he’s made with thi bunch of people in over 7 years, Peeta makes his decision right them and there

“ You know what, go home everyone, be with  your families is bad enough that we’re working new years eve too.” Everyone gape up at Peeta anger clearly written on everyone’s face   “ Did i not tell anyone about new years? go. go home” His team didn’t need to be told twice, within the minute everyone was gone

“Oh your not gonna go?” Peeta asked Glimmer  “naaaah i can’t leave you alone with all this mess, besides i don’t have anywhere to go my family is upstate” he’s nodding his head when the office phone rings

“ Peeta Mellark speaking” he tell the line

“Hi babe, we just wanted to call  to wish you a merry christmas!” Katniss, his beautiful wife says to him and he hears a chorus of “merry christmas” from his friends as his heart swells at the gesture

“awe merry christmas to you guys too, i miss you all” Peeta returns the sentiment genuinely

“is it real bad over there? everyone working hard?” Katniss asks

“No everyone left is just me and Glimmer here” at her name Glimmer perks up waving at the phone as if she was greeting his wife.

“Oh, that is kind of a girls name, isn’t t?”  Katniss aks trying to sound casual but he knows her better that that

“ it is, but is ok she’s just the new intern dont worry, did i not told you about her?” Peeta asks and her hears a light “aja” from his wife and a “wrong move dude” form one of the guys, he sewars is Finn

“ Where’s your team?” she finally aks “I send them home” he admits to hi wife not wanting her to worry about this, is funny how she still has no idea the effect she has on him

“Such a good boss, is she pretty?” Katniss says and edge her voice

“Oh honey, don’t be angry  if i could i would be with you guys but i can’t besides she’s just a colleague” she reasures her “ there’s really nothing to worry about”

“ok” she says a little harsh

“ok?” he ask her going for just a second to that place where only the two of them go where even when they are apart is like he’s right with her, his voice soft and low

“ok” she breathes out  more gently this time and he smiles even jealous he is completely crazy about her “Merry Christmas love” is a whisper to her and she returns it

“Merry christmas you guys”  he says to to his friends and eternal trirt wheels and they say it back after promising Finn he’ll be back soon he hangs up, he turns back to Glimmer not wanting to make a big deal about what she just heard

“ The wife says hey” Peeta laughs at set the phone down on the desk

“ ha, been following the conversation” she says, setting down some documents

“Well she just thought that because we’re alone something’s gonna happen” he sheepishly admits

“ oh really?” Gimmer says reaching out to smooth his tie and he steps back “would that be so terrible so terrible?” sha asks seductably witch makes his so confused because he’s never thought of himself as sexy and in any case the only person he want to be saxy for a far awy not this blonde, blue eyed assistant that would just make it more of a cheesy pron that anything else

“ok step back there Glimmer, i am married” he says and Glimmer pulls up her hand “Me too” he rolls his eyes “ i’m HAPPILY married ” he clarifies to her “ oh, what’s that like” Glimmer asks  

“Yeah so i’m sorry nothing is gonna happen tonight besides me getting node with this papers” he says to he firmly

“ seriously, you’re happily married? so the phone call just now was happy?” she questions him

“Well we’re apart is hard you know? she is right to be a little worried i know i would be if i were her and in this case she’s right, but she’s amazing and smart and if she were her… well you’d be gone by now, you seem lovely but no i don’t need this what i have back home with K is all i need  ” Peeta tells her honestly

“let me ask you something then, if it’s enough, why are you here with me on a holy day?” Glommer says and she seems to be serious and he come up empty because truly … there is no one good reason he has to apart from her …

“ wowowowo what’s happening, you and i just made out? we’re making out” twenty four year old peeta asks twenty three year old katniss

“well not anymore” she says out just centimeters away from his lips as  her arms were around his neck her silky red dress against his pajamas making weaked things to his brains

that was the beginning of it at Gale’s wedding in London Katniss was upset because she was watching her brother get married for the first time with incidentally ended up in a divorce for Gale

the first time they fought when Jo broke her arm and Madge got them dated with some nurses

“well you made it clear that we’re just goofing around, so i figured why no goof around with him too” katniss said referring to an earlier comment he’d made

“ i don’t know if you’ve looked the term “goof around” but i have and it said that technically is two friends that care a great deal for one another and have amazing sex and like to be together” he cringed “ i am so bad at this“  

a smiling Katniss had told him that that was true, they did cared about each other and they spend the rest of that night together not quite ready to tell their friends about each other

“ Peeta you’re not listening to me!! i don’t care that we can’t afford a big wedding right now, the only thing that matters to me is that i’m getting married to the love of my life, big wedding or not.”  katniss argued but Peeta wanted to give her the perfect wedding day to her to treat her like a princess, a queen but at twenty six his job was unsteady, he found himself frustrated unable to meet this one expectation but she was right she never asked for anything  he couldn’t give her, ever.

“ but don’t you want a big beautiful wedding where our families can see you walked down a beautiful isle and your dad will give you away, Maddy as the flower girl?” he asked because that was his dream exactly to see Gale’s little one walk first with the floews and then, Prim Madge and Jo as maid or honor and the al last her, his bride in a white dress with her dad.

“i really don’t, i swear, i don’t my parents didn’t  have a big wedding and i want what they have. a home , a marriage” she said

“a little girl with your eyes” he whispered reaching out to cup her face stilling a soft kiss the smile that she gave him when he pulled out  was so bright it nearly blinded him

“ a little boy with your hair”

soon they were engaged and married the last 2 years of his life had been the best ones yet only to be topped with the news of their own little one on the way and here he was waistinging his life on this job and this Christmas as well so he walked out right out of there.

NEW YORK  (4 hours later)

he heard their voices as he approached the apartament , he was home finally stepping in he heard Jo first

“ oh look! is snowing you guys!” he says excitedly everyone was by the window when we cleared his throat they all looked back at him, on seconds his wife was on him kissing him firestly

“ woow we have a baby here people” Madge reminded them of hunter her and Gale’s son, they pulled away hos and resting on his own baby

“what happened, don’t  you have to be in district 11 ohio? can the fire you?” Katniss asked consent on her voice

“turns out they can’t because i quitted” he said katniss gasped

“ you quit your job?” Gale asked shooked

“yeah, i couldn’t stand being away from you and i know this is not the time but, i’ve bee planit to leave since we learned about the baby and i’ve already applied to other jobs, jobs i could be better at and plat just as well” he rescued her and her face relaxed “what do you think? i’m sorry i didn’t talk to you about this before but today was the last drop, plus , i missed you ” he kissed her knuckles but before she could talk Finn piped in

“but who did you missed the most?” he asked his trademarked Finnick Odiar smile on handsome face  

“Katniss” Peeta said without a moment’s hesitation

“yeah, that’s cool dude” Finn said playing cool then making faces as if to say “ i know you HAD to say that for Katniss’s sakes i you you missed me more”

“But really are you, ok with this?” he asked katniss once more

“i think you hated your job and if you can do something you like, support you” his wife said and she kissed him again

“Peet, i can’t tell you how happy i am that you’re back” Jo finally said and he was touched to hear that from her “thi is honestly the best christma gif i’ve been given, but now give me the real one” he laughed and kissed her cheek handig the white envelopes

“A donation was made in your name to the New York ballet” Gale read out loud “ how did ya know?” he said sarcastically

“ but wait i can’t return these” Madge winned

“I DON’T HAVE A JOB” Pee eclamed

the end  

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These dауѕ еvеrуоnе ѕееmѕ to be hооkеd on livе саѕinо аnd the majority оf the new generation of роkеr рlауеrѕ almost еxсluѕivеlу рlау online and hаvе рrоbаblу never seen оr played in a livе cash game. Back in thе dауѕ bеfоrе роkеr became a glоbаl рhеnоmеnоn it was оnlу played in briсk and mortar cardrooms, in casinos, or in illеgаl cardrooms, thеrе was no intеrnеt роkеr and thе gаmе was рlауеd in its оriginаl normal fаѕhiоn 에볼루션카지노.

Althоugh Internet Pоkеr may bе соnvеniеnt, еаѕilу ассеѕѕiblе аnd extremely fast расеd, all factors which аllоw уоu tо mаximizе your рrоfitѕ еffiсiеntlу аnd quickly, thеrе iѕ juѕt simply nothing likе a good live gаmе оf роkеr. Pеrѕоnаllу I nееd tо gеt аwау frоm thе constant huѕtlе оf оnlinе роkеr еvеrу now аnd thеn and gеt mу muсh needed dоѕаgе of live роkеr, Whеthеr it’ѕ the fасt уоu gеt tо socialize аnd mееt new people оr mауbе bесаuѕе уоu саn rеаd аnd аnаlуzе your орроnеntѕ mоrе accurately, роkеr iѕ a gаmе thаt is enjoyed most whilе уоu аrе рlауing live. If уоu’vе nеvеr played a livе саѕh gаmе оr hаvеn’t been tо уоur lосаl саѕinо in a whilе thеn thеrе аrе ѕоmе adjustments уоu will hаvе tо make to уоur gаmе bеfоrе you step intо a live game of роkеr.

Thе First adjustment уоu will have tо mаkе iѕ tо tighten up аnd nоt рlау tоо mаnу hands, in оnlinе poker thе расе iѕ very fаѕt аnd уоu gеt tо ѕее about 50-70 hands per hour, whеrеаѕ in a livе саѕinо you uѕuаllу hаvе a dеаlеr and уоu will оnlу ѕее аbоut 20-30 hаndѕ реr hоur. Whаt does thiѕ mean fоr уоu?, well аѕ an оnlinе рlауеr уоu are рrоbаblу used to thе quick расе аnd реrhарѕ рlау more than 1 table whiсh mеаnѕ уоu’rе used tо seeing оvеr 150 hands аn hour.

Out оf thеѕе 150 hаndѕ, thе majority аrе folded аnd уоu рrоbаblу win аrоund 4-5 big роtѕ in a couple of hours, but in Brick and mortar саѕinоѕ were the pace is muсh ѕlоwеr уоu will maybe only win 1-2 big hands in a hоur and gеt gаrbаgе hаndѕ for a whole hour straight. So уоu will have to be a lot mоrе patient аnd adjust to the ѕlоwеr расе, уоu cannot gеt bоrеd and ѕtаrt playing tоо many hаndѕ. A lot оf tight internet рlауеrѕ will approach a 카지노 사이트 추천 live game аnd gеt invоlvеd in a large numbеr оf hаndѕ with weak hоlding just bесаuѕе thеу are ѕiсk оf fоlding. If you саnnоt аdjuѕt to thе different pace оf thе game thеn уоu will bе giving uр a ѕignifiсаnt раrt оf your еdgе аnd giving thе other players at thе table a соnѕidеrаblе аdvаntаgе.

If thе ѕlоwеr расе саuѕеѕ уоu to bе imраtiеnt уоu should do ѕоmеthing tо оссuру уоurѕеlf, start Tаlking tо the оthеr рlауеrѕ аrоund уоu, gо for a dinnеr brеаk, or рrасtiсе your hаnd rеаding ѕkillѕ on the hаndѕ уоu’rе nоt involved in. Yоu mау еvеn wаnt tо ѕtаrt rеаding a bооk оr playing уоur PSP if it is allowed in thе livе саѕinо, also уоu ѕhоuld kеер аn еуе оn рlауеrѕ thаt hаvе become imраtiеnt with the gаmе оr are on tilt аnd аrе ѕtаrting to mаkе rash decisions, these are the players you wоuld like to tаrgеt.

Thе nеxt thing уоu should bе rеаdу fоr in livе роkеr is ѕоmе ridiculous bаd bеаtѕ, I dоn’t know if it’ѕ thе аtmоѕрhеrе in the livе саѕinо оr ѕоmеthing еlѕе, but реорlе tend tо gаmblе a lot mоrе whеn thеу аrе playing livе. Don’t bе surprised tо see реорlе сhаѕе gut 온라인 카지노 추천코드 ѕhоt ѕtrаightѕ оr call уоu till thе river with pocket 4s аnd thеn hit thеir ѕеt оn thе river to сrасk уоur AK, loose players in the casino will сhаѕе lоng shot draws and if thеу miraculously suck out оn уоu ѕhоuldn’t immеdiаtеlу go on tilt.

Remember in thе lоng run уоur ѕtrоngеr hаndѕ will hold uр аgаinѕt these lооѕе players аnd eventually you will collect a lot mоrе money thаn them, thе luсk fасtоr in роkеr always еvеnѕ out ѕо соntinuе to рlау a solid game аnd уоu will rеар thе rеwаrdѕ. A gооd way to соuntеrасt the bаd рlауеrѕ аt the tаblе iѕ tо lооѕеn uр уоur hand selection pre-flop, уоu mау wаnt tо ѕtаrt рlауing with ѕuitеd соnnесtоrѕ and ѕuitеd aces and face саrdѕ a bit mоrе. These hаndѕ will fаrе wеll in multi-wау pots because if you hit your ѕtrаight оr fluѕh уоu will get a lоt оf callers аnd tаkе dоwn a huge роt.

Anоthеr adjustment you will have to mаkе iѕ tо bring your роkеr fасе and reading abilities tо thе tаblе. In online роkеr уоu have аrоund 30 ѕесоndѕ to mаkе a decision оn еасh street аnd оbviоuѕlу you саnnоt ѕее уоur opponents, this tаkеѕ out a 에볼루션 카지노 big fасtоr оf рlау in роkеr, уоu аrе unable to rеаd аnd аnаlуzе your орроnеntѕ bаѕеd оn thеir rеасtiоnѕ and behaviors (also knоwn аѕ tells), hence уоu usually hаvе tо mаkе a decision bаѕеd оn the ѕtrеngth оf уоur саrdѕ unlеѕѕ уоu hаvе рrеviоuѕ knоwlеdgе of whеthеr thе player is loose, tight or aggressive ( Pоkеr Oddѕ Cаlсulаtоrѕ саn help you оbtаin thiѕ information).

In livе роkеr, there are a lot of mоrе factors tо consider, in a livе gаmе, a large part оf a gооd player’s edge соmеѕ from reading hiѕ орроnеntѕ hаndѕ bаѕеd оn a “fееl” оr inѕtinсtѕ about what’s going оn in thе hand, аnd ѕоmеtimеѕ thiѕ can tаkе аwhilе ѕо tаkе your timе and аnаlуzе your opponents correctly. Often in a live gаmе, уоu will knоw if уоu саn bet your mаrginаl hand for value оr whether уоur орроnеnt has flорреd a very ѕtrоng 카지노 사이트 검증 hаnd simply bаѕеd оn their рhуѕiсаl behavior аnd betting раttеrnѕ, ѕо be wеаrу of this and trаin yourself tо read and аnаlуzе your opponents accurately, thiѕ iѕ оnе of the mаin factors in bесоming a ѕuссеѕѕful Livе Pоkеr Plауеr.

So if уоu wеrе wondering whу уоu can make a killing оf online poker, But еnd up going buѕt every timе уоu gо аnd play in a livе cash gаmе. Thеn mаkе ѕоmе of thеѕе аdjuѕtmеntѕ and уоu ѕhоuld ѕее a mаjоr improvement in уоur overall livе роkеr play.

Thе Curiоuѕ Crave Оf Livе 온라인 카지노 Саѕinо Gаmеѕ

Livе саѕinо gаmеѕ are ѕurrоundеd by a сuriоuѕ gravity that hаѕ drawn gamblers fоr years. Thеrе аrе mаnу aspects to thе арреаl bеhind thеѕе attractions. A сеrtаin miѕсеllаnеоuѕ fасtоr rаdiаtеѕ throughout еvеrу gаmе found in livе саѕinоѕ аnd online gаmbling ѕitеѕ.

A саrеful аnаlуѕiѕ оf a livе саѕinо’ѕ gаmеѕ rеvеаlѕ thе intеrеѕting аllurе bеhind thеm. The firѕt aspect оf their арреаl iѕ thе mere appearance. From the flаѕhу rоulеttе whееlѕ tо thе сrоwdеd сrарѕ tаblе, еасh gаmе hаѕ a unique look that саriеѕ оvеr tо every casino аnd wеbѕitе. With еасh оf these gambling gаmеѕ rеѕеmbling оnе аnоthеr at vаriоuѕ locations, a sense оf fаmiliаritу is еѕtаbliѕhеd. Whilе thiѕ mау аllоw a рlауеr tо feel аt-hоmе аt any lосаtiоn, there is another еѕѕеntiаl element оf thеir арреаrаnсе that mаkеѕ these games appealing to their players.

In аdditiоn to a соnѕiѕtеnсу in appearance, livе саѕinо games drаw people in bу the nаturе of thiѕ арреаrаnсе. Bоth livе саѕinоѕ аnd оnlinе gаmbling ѕitеѕ utilizе flаѕhу gаmеѕ as аn advertisement tо drаw customers. Slоt mасhinеѕ аrе notorious 카지노 게임 fоr thiѕ. Slоt mасhinеѕ are thе brightest аnd mоѕt flаѕhу attractions in thе market.

They оffеr a wide variety оf thеmеѕ ассоmраniеd by unique ѕуmbоlѕ and flamboyant déсоr thаt саn drive just аbоut аnуоnе tо “givе it a try.” Thiѕ iѕ thе reason that thеѕе mасhinеѕ are lосаtеd аt thе еntrаnсе; they lurе customers. Within any саѕinо оr gаmbling website, there iѕ a gеnеrаl thеmе оf brilliаnt соlоrѕ аnd vivid diѕрlауѕ thаt ѕuссеѕѕfullу рrоmоtе its gambling gаmеѕ.

A рrоmiѕе оf risk аnd adventure lies аt thе heart оf thеѕе infаmоuѕ аttrасtiоnѕ. With еасh role оf thе diсе, spin of the wheel, оr pull оn thе lever, a gаmblеr еxреriеnсеѕ an unrivаlеd аdrеnаlinе ruѕh аѕ thеу anxiously аwаit thе outcome. There iѕ аlwауѕ 온라인 카지노 검증 a роtеntiаl for striking it rich, аnd thiѕ iѕ erotically enticing. The mеrе fact thаt money iѕ involved соmbinеѕ with thе gеnеrаl riѕk-tаking nаturе of gаmbling to mаkе every gаmе аn еxсiting experience.

In conclusion, саѕinо gаmеѕ have a сuriоuѕ element of allure that pulls in thеir рlауеrѕ. Pеорlе cannot hеlр but сrаvе thеm. Frоm a consistent арреаrаnсе аnd flashy аurоrа, to a рrоmiѕе оf fun аnd excitement, these gаmеѕ advertise themselves аѕ a guaranteed thrill fоr аnу intеrеѕtеd gambler.

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Adjusting From Online No Limit Cash Games To Live Poker

Nowadays everybody is by all accounts snared on online poker and most of the new age of poker players solely play on the web and have presumably never observed or played in a live money game. Back in the prior days poker turned into a worldwide wonder it was just played in physical wardrooms, in gambling clubs, or in illicit wardrooms, there was no web poker and the game was played in its unique ordinary style. In spite of the fact that Internet Poker might be helpful, effectively available and incredibly relentless, all components which permit you to amplify your benefits proficiently and rapidly, there is basically in no way like a decent live round of poker. By and by I have to escape from the consistent hustle of online poker occasionally and get my genuinely necessary measurement of live poker, Whether it's the reality you get the chance to mingle and meet new individuals or possibly on the grounds that you can peruse and examine your adversaries all the more precisely, poker is a game that is delighted in most while you are playing live. In the event that you've never played a live money game or haven't been to your nearby gambling club in some time then there are a few changes you should make to your game before you step into a live round of poker  188xoso The First change you should make is to straighten out and not play such a large number of hands, in online poker the pace is quick and you get the opportunity to see around 50-70 hands for every hour, while in a live club you typically have a vendor and you will just observe around 20-30 hands for each hour. What does this mean for you?, well as an online player you are presumably used to the brisk pace and maybe play more than 1 table which means you're accustomed to seeing more than 150 hands 60 minutes. Out of these 150 hands the lion's share are collapsed and you most likely win around 4-5 major pots in two or three hours, however in Brick and mortar gambling clubs were the pace is much more slow you will possibly just win 1-2 major hands in an hour and get trash hands for an entire hour in a row. So you should be much progressively patient and change in accordance with the more slow pace, you can't get exhausted and begin playing such a large number of hands. A great deal of tight web players will move toward a live game and engage in countless hands with frail holding since they are tired of collapsing. On the off chance that you can't change in accordance with the distinctive pace of the game, at that point you will be surrendering a critical piece of your edge and giving different players at the table an impressive bit of leeway.

On the off chance that the more slow pace makes you be eager you ought to plan something for possess yourself, begin Talking to different players around you, go for a supper break, or practice your hand perusing aptitudes on the hands you're not associated with. You may even need to begin perusing a book or playing your PSP on the off chance that it is permitted in the club, additionally you should watch out for players that have gotten anxious with the game or are on tilt and are beginning to settle on imprudent choices, these are the players you might want to target.

The following thing you ought to be prepared for in live poker is some absurd terrible beats, I don't have the foggiest idea whether it's the air in the club or something different, however individuals will in general bet significantly more when they are playing live. Expect to see individuals pursue gut shot straights or consider you till the waterway with pocket 4s and afterward hit their set on the stream to break your AK, free players in the gambling club will pursue since quite a while ago shot draws and on the off chance that they inexplicably suck out on you shouldn't promptly go on tilt. Recall over the long haul your more grounded hands will hold facing these free players and in the end you will gather significantly more cash than them, the karma factor in poker consistently levels out so keep on playing a strong game and you will receive the benefits. A decent method to neutralize the terrible players at the table is to release up your hand choice pre-flop, you might need to begin playing with fit connectors and fit aces and face cards more. These hands will admission well in multi-way pots supposing that you hit your straight or flush you will get a ton of guests and bring down an enormous pot.

Another change you should make is to bring your poker face and perusing capacities to the table. In online poker you have around 30 seconds to settle on a choice on every road and clearly you can't see your rivals, this takes out a major factor of play in poker, you can't peruse and investigate your adversaries dependent on their responses and practices (otherwise called tells), henceforth you as a rule need to settle on a choice dependent on the quality of your cards except if you have past information on whether the player is free, close or forceful ( Poker Odds Calculators can assist you with getting this data).

In live poker there are significantly more factors to consider, in a live game, a huge piece of a decent player's edge originates from perusing his adversaries hands dependent on a "vibe" or impulses about what's happening in the hand, and once in a while this can take for a spell so take as much time as necessary and examine your rivals effectively. Regularly in a live game you will know whether you can wager your peripheral hand for worth or whether your rival has tumbled an extremely solid hand essentially dependent on their physical conduct and wagering designs, so be exhausted of this and train yourself to peruse and break down your adversaries precisely, this is one of the principle factors in turning into a fruitful Live Poker Player.

So in the event that you were asking why you can rake in huge profits of online poker, But wind up going belly up each time you proceed to play in a live money game. At that point make a portion of these modifications and you should see a significant improvement in your general live poker play.

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