If you’d like to fill any of these prompts, submit them here.
- Anonymous asked: The Vampire Diaires x SPN; Sam/Damon; fucking to stave off the dark
- Anonymous asked: spn/highlander, Balthazar/Methos; sophistication, snark, sex
- Anonymous asked: SPN/Good Omens, Crowley/Crowley, sucking up to the new King for survival.
- Anonymous asked: Supernatural/True Blood | Eric/Garth | Eric saves Garth from rogue vampires one night, as payment he requests a little basement time. Include Bondage, biting, and blood play if you can. <3
“Are you, uh, I mean, like, sure that it’s gonna fit?”
Godric smiled and slipped between Jason’s knees, pushing them high and going down on him like Jason had done about a thousand times to girls from Bon Temps… except, not exactly like this. Godric’s tongue darted out and pressed against Jason’s hole; ‘course he tensed right up because it’s not like it was a good idea to let a vampire get his mouth near your fragile parts, but Godric pushed the wet tip of his tongue past the first ring of muscle anyway. He did it again and again, ‘til Jason couldn’t even tell one lick from the next ‘cause they were coming so fast and all he felt like was one warm, desperate hole that needed to be filled up with Godric’s tongue or fingers or dick… Jason barely cared at this point as his fingers tore into the pillow beneath his head.
“I—,” Jason gasped, tryin’ not to beg and failin’. “I think it’ll definitely fit now.” He left the please, God, fuck me ‘til I can’t walk no more unsaid.
Who knew a contractor’s sawhorse was so frickin’ useful… not comfortable exactly, but Jason could handle it when Alcide’s tongue was circling his hole. Jason reached down, grabbing the legs of the sawhorse and hopin’ that Alcide would just get to it before his secretary walked back into the office and this ended up in the Jackson Tribune for people to gossip over: Herveaux Construction Heir Found in Compromising Position.
But that was when Jason could stop thinking about everything that wasn’t Alcide’s long tongue pushing inside his ass. Jason jerked, but his ankles were all tied up in the puddle of his jeans around his boots. Alcide’s huge arm landed on Jason’s lower back to hold him down, and he licked deep again.
“I do love blondes,” Roman sneered, trailing the riding crop along Eric’s shoulders and then Jason’s as they knelt before him with their hands bound. “There’s something so… simple about them.”
Jason felt the rumble of Eric’s insubordinate growl before it exploded into the room, and he felt the zip of Roman’s hand through the air as he slapped Eric’s cheek. Eric’s face whipped to face Jason, and the smirk played at Eric’s lips like he wanted this all along, like he wanted Roman to make them fight and struggle while he fucked them.
Jason couldn’t help it; the sight of Eric baiting Roman like he was a nightcrawler on a hook was making Jason’s dick stand up, ‘cause he kinda wanted to feel that little whip hit him while he had Roman’s dick up his ass.
The crazy, messed up thing is that he wanted this; he even wanted this sober as a fucking priest. Maybe it was ‘cause he felt like he kind of deserved this, out for everyone to see, on show like a stripper or a zoo animal, but mostly he figured it was because this was as good as him claiming Eric for everyone to see. Yeah, it was Eric’s cock in his ass making him groan for everyone to hear, but it ain’t anyone else’s hole milking that come out of him… it was Jason Stackhouse’s hole, and goddamn it, this was something he was good at.
Jason moaned extra loud, putting a little something extra into the show and arching his back to get just the right angle for Eric’s pounding dick. The lights were too bright, but he fucking hoped that people he knew were out there watching him be taken by the most powerful vampire in all of Louisiana and making that vamp collapse over his back with pleasure.
They didn’t even make it back to Sam’s truck before Alcide grabbed Sam by the shirt and threw him against the fence rail, nostrils flaring and taking in Sam’s animal scent. This was about being alive, hunting, vengeance, and power, and Sam Merlotte reeked of it.
Sam growled, lips pulling back from his teeth, wiry muscles tensing as Alcide crowded into his space, chest heaving under Alcide’s pawing touches. They didn’t need words to know what was next, only the smell of victory, and Sam tore Alcide’s jeans open with a single swipe of his hand, taking Alcide’s dick in his hand right out on the driveway and jerking it hard and fast. Alcide lifted Sam, pushing him against the truck’s tailgate and ripping away his pants to get a hand around his cock too, biting at his mouth with too-long teeth and thrusting against him with only sweat and desperation to slick the way.
Chuck had only gone out for milk and porno magazines from the corner store, but there might as well have been a spotlight shining down on the guy leaning up against the wall next to the door. He looked Chuck over and smiled, all white teeth and too-tight jeans; Chuck didn’t know if the guy noticed his slippers (he was just running out for a second, so he hadn’t really bothered to put on real clothes) but Muscles McTighterson over here definitely sent out the ready and willing for only $99.95 signal.
“Hey, come here often?” The blond asked, chewing gum like he was a kid in front of a candy store… except that was what Chuck was right now: facing a guy who wanted him, even if it was only for the wad of cash in his pocket, and Chuck could have him.
“Um,” Chuck said, freezing on the curb while the guy looked him over, pausing on Chuck’s dick and making a satisfied noise in the back of his throat, and then Chuck fished out his money and proffered it in his palm. “I don’t need any porno magazines?”
The guy smiled, nodding toward his pick-up truck and a good time.
“You really need to find better employees,” Eric said, quietly laughing at Crowley from his tacky throne in his tacky nightclub, his tacky bimbo of a sidekick raising an eyebrow as if to emphasize his point.
The worst part was that Eric Northman was correct, and they all knew it; in this damp, oozing corner of Louisiana, Northman was effectively king and Crowley was an interloper with a tailored suit, an attitude problem, and zero remaining underlings within a hundred mile radius thanks to Ms. Bimbo. And yet, Crowley’s eyes traced the long legs of the vampire from ankle to crotch and imagined himself on his knees there, nose shoved against his cock as he inhaled Northman’s scent; he imagined himself following his orders, sucking and being fucked, strung up for all to see with his cock in a cage and a plug in his ass…
“Pam, would you have guessed that the King of Hell would get so aroused by being put in his place?” Eric smiled, and the hungry look on his face went straight to Crowley’s hardening cock.
“You’re right, you know,” Lucifer said in his slow, eternally smug and threatening way that was a torture in and of itself. “You do deserve this.”
The chains burned Godric’s skin like they were made from a frozen sun, but he should have known… this was the first of God’s angels, and Lucifer was born to shine that brightly, enough to sear the last vestiges of Godric’s humanity from him with a single, cold touch. But his eyes were gentle and his smile was genuine as he slid into Godric, taking him through the pain with deep thrusts that struck his prostate with every stroke until the ache and the pleasure were one blinding force.
“I deserve worse,” Godric whispered, his voice cracking as he simultaneously wallowed in his need to be punished and prompted Lucifer for ever more.
“You shall have it then,” Lucifer said, a note of kindness winding through it all as he slapped Godric’s cock, still fucking deeper and deeper, both of them having forever to atone for their sins, and both of them having forever to sin again.
