This was so much worse than that time he’d drunk the whole little bottle of V and he had to jerk off a thousand times. This felt like it was never gonna end, with Roman’s long tongue flicking over him and then pushin’ inside until tears were practically leakin’ out of Jason’s eyes.
“Please, man, just… please, you gotta—”
Roman slapped Jason’s ass cheek and laughed from behind him where Jason couldn’t see without craning around. “I don’t gotta anything, little human. You’ll come when I let you come,” he purred, sliding two fingers into Jason’s hole like nothin’, and this time the tears of frustration really did come.
Dean’s brother was the one around whom vampires needed to exercise caution; but here Dean was, eyes stroking along the line of Godric’s neck and tongue wetting his lips.
“I feel your gaze,” Godric said softly, “and it speaks to my blood.”
He was upon Dean then, moving Dean’s clothes aside and dragging his fangs down the gently rippling expanse of his torso; a quick motion opened his jeans, and another abandoned them beside the bed. Godric’s tongue was not as gentle as his lips though, thrusting immediately inside of his hole and loosening him in seconds. Dean’s hands grasped, pulling at Godric’s back and then his waist, grappling to turn him and bending to push his own tongue across Godric’s ass; he trembled and convulsed with pleasure as Godric’s fangs slid into the flesh of his inner thigh, and Godric’s tender body went rigid when Dean’s blunt teeth did the same.
"You piece of shit." Eric ground out as he thrust into Jason again, harder this time, as punishment for yanking at Eric’s hair with his greasy, filthy fingers; he’d have to give it an extra washing now. He was just like her, just like Sookie, so impetuous and fiery and…well, he supposed that was why he was here, cock three-fourths buried in his cornpone ass, digging his nails into his skin, impossibly tan for a boy as white as he.
"Why don’ you shut the fuck up and finish the job, bloodsucker? Didn’ come here to lissen to you insult me." Eric grinned and shoved Jason’s head back down into the concrete floor of the basement, thrusting again and again until he yelped.
"No, I expect you didn’t, but I also assumed you knew what you were walking into. I suppose that was too much to hope for a mangy, inbred lunatic such as yourself." Jason growled and, remarkably, shoved Eric onto his back and slamming down onto him.
"You’re just as mangy as me for fuckin’ me, ain’t ya?" Eric blinked and Jason continued to fuck himself on Eric’s cock, panting with every thrust. "So…just…do it…"
Godric tore at the fabric of Roman’s slacks and golf shirt, taking him down to the true vampire, bare and glorious with fangs down and cock up. Roman threw Godric half the distance of the room, the bed screeching its protest across the stone floor as he landed, Godric moaning his pleasure as Roman followed in a blink. Godric trousers and tunic were mere shreds under Roman’s fingernails, and blood red scratches rose across Godric’s pale skin in the wake; he could not help the moan of pained pleasure at the feeling of Roman’s savage touch.
They’d both come from an earlier time when men and vampires both took what they desired with no regard for the one they plundered. Now they grappled, clawed, tore at each other until fangs and tongues and cocks and hands entered each other’s flesh with singleminded focus upon having what they wanted to tear from the other: blood, come, growls of need, it all was fed upon greedily in a way that would have decimated a human man.
How’d a country boy from Bon Temps end up sighing with pleasure when a collar got put around his neck? Hell if Jason knew, but he was that guy sighing as Master laid hands on him, filled him up in every hole and showed him off like a prized possession. He could barely remember a time when he put on that orange vest and dug ditches for a living… that wasn’t living, this was living best he could figure.
Roman looked up at him from their huge bed, tugging on Jason’s collar and then pushing his thumb in across Jason’s tongue. He never did anything too rough; Jason could take it, and Roman gave him so much… For now, he was letting Jason ride him and all he wanted to do was try ‘n be just a little bit of the sun for his Master.
Alcide was hotter ‘n a whorehouse on payday, and Eric felt like the inside of Gran’s chest freezer. Both of ‘em pistoned into Jason, stretching him past the point of sanity ‘til all he could do was hang on for dear life and try to remember to breathe.
This all started with the three of them all yellin’ at each other about Sook; hell if Jason knew how it had turned into him taking the both of ‘em on the couch in Eric’s office. He was pretty fucking sure it had a whole lot to do with their blood runnin’ high and a little too much testosterone making his jeans feel tighter than usual as he held his own between these two giant fuckers. It’d seemed like a good idea at the time to grab both their shirts and yank; Jason just hadn’t expected them to rip, leaving their chests exposed and way too appealing for a Southern boy to resist. He pulled off his own shirt and stood feet wide, makin’ a “come on, I can take ya” gesture with his hands… and, shit, did he ever.
“You’ve been looking for a daddy since you decided to go to seminary, haven’t you, boy?” Russell drawled as he pushed Steve to his knees, making him genuflect to his new god. This one was nothing but wide, eager eyes and pink lips, dressed like a school boy with his collar buttoned all the way to the top like it’d purify his soul; if Steve could have blushed, he would have under Russell’s solid, proprietary hand. “Well, now. You’ve found me at long last, and Daddy Russell will treat you just right. Mold you into a fine little vampire boy.”
“I’d like that,” Steve said with a broad smile, before nuzzling against Russell’s groin. “I want to learn everything.”
Russell didn’t tolerate pussyfooting around an issue, and Steve’s first lesson was a thorough one, leaving the boy with slack lips and loose hole, Daddy’s come and fangmarks showing the truest ownership.
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- Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Chuck Shurley/Joshua (the angel), Joshua quite enjoys the sight of his cock between the prophet’s asscheeks, even more how well the human takes it
- Anonymous asked: SPN > Crowley/Chuck/Gabriel > alpha!Crowley and alpha!Gabriel use omega!Chuck in their fight for dominance, fucking him over and over to see whether he’ll have a cambion or a nephilim.
- Anonymous asked: avengers, odin/laufey, odin fucks laufey over and over with the full intention to get the jotun pregnant
- Anonymous asked: Doctor Who, 10/Martha, Jealous and possessive over her when he finds out she’s engaged.
- Anonymous asked: True Blood | RomanXGodric | Daddy!kink / sub!Godric
They both felt the itch for the blood, and they both knew in their heart of hearts that it’d kill ‘em if they didn’t stop and soon. Sam found Jason that way, twitching over his beer, peeling the label off with chewed fingernails; his hand found the sweat-dirty back of Jason’s neck and squeezed.
They rolled out into the night behind Merlotte’s, bumping over a trash can as they clawed at each other and fucking to the buzzing sound of the back light, throwing shadows everywhere but not letting them hide from each other’s raw need. Jason mewled when Sam pushed inside, driving himself back onto Sam’s cock and hopin’ beyond hope this would take the edge off. He spit in his hand and stroked himself hard and fast, feeling the sharp pain of Sam’s fingertips on his shoulders like it was the sun-bright meadow that Amy had shown him; Sam’s grunt sounded distant and Jason pushed away the guilt at usin’ him like this, feeling the unsatisfying, fizzling flare of his orgasm.