Blood on my Name

Name's John Constantine I fight demons and other unworldy creatures I'm a petty dabbler of the occult and demonologist Some people might call me an arrogant, trench-coat-wearing, dark humoured jackass-of-all-trades Not much else you need to know But if you have any questions or you are in quite the scrum of the demon variety...please do call but hopefully its not too late

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She put a hand on the back of his neck, transporting them to her own little play pen. There were restraints and paddles on the walls, with a comfy looking bed and a few pieces of furniture. Everything seemed to have flecks of red but it didn’t over power the room. “Is this what you had in mind pet?”she asked, walking to a cabinet and removing a basic red leather collar.

This wasn’t at all what he had in mind, but he was to say the least pleasantly fuck struck. His eyes scanned the room, and he seemed to smirk “This will do, Mistress…” he said softly, as he found an ashtray to place out his fag and then moved and turned toward her

She moved behind him and clasped the collar in place, feeling damp at seeing him wear it. “Just ‘will do’? You’re the first person I’ve thought worthy enough to be in here…” She moved towards the bed, trying to decide what to do next, “Take off your clothes and place them on the cabinet..”she said, starting to undress herself.

Constantine closed his eyes, feeling the collar in place. Been too long since he last wore one. Once they were opened, he smirked “Well, it will do for now. What happens here, will make it better” he spoke, as he was commanded. He started to take off his clothes and would fold each piece on the cabinet as he was told. When he was fully starkers, he stood there and waited for his next command

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Abaddon smirked back at him, knowing it was a worthwhile recovery. She watched his every move, satisfied with his behaviour so far. “We need some rules - To build trust and know when enough is enough. I’ve seen humans adopt a traffic light system - Green for a turn on, Yellow for within limits, and red for too far. Are you familiar with this?”

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“Not familiar with it, Mistress. But I can be quite a quick learner…” he spoke, and bowed his head down, he was showing her he was able to be completely submissive even if his outward way of being showed a complete opposite

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“I’m going to give a few suggestions for play that we might follow..”she smirked, lazily starting to stroke his cock. “Now… You say you normally prefer men… So what if I were to take my strap on out of the cabinet, bend you over the bed and fuck your brains out?”she asked, her grip becoming firmer, “Red, yellow or green?”

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Constantine was trying to keep his mind on the subject, but the cock stroking was making it hard “Green….Mistress” he groaned, as he looked at her. His eyes widened slowly, as he realized this way he might have the best of both worlds, with being such a powerful demon’s submissive

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“And if I were, in the throes of sex, to lay a claim mark on that pretty little neck of yours, so everyone could see that I owned you?”she asked, still stroking, her hand moving a little faster. “Green yellow or red?” She could tell her hand was distracted him, but it turned her on to watch him be putty in her hands.

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Constantine took a bit to answer, as he was trying to thrust into her hand slightly. but soon he muttered “Green….love being marked…Mistress…” he moaned softly, as he had to be fully hard by now with how she was stroking him

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She moaned lightly in his ear, “So open to what I want to do to you pet…” She found a leash for the collar and led him to the bed. “Bend over the bed pet..” She left him alone while she found some lube and one of her dildos. “I want you prepared when I fuck you. So I want you to fuck yourself with these while you lick me..”she sat in front of him on the bed

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Constantine moved, and leaned over the bed as he was told. He stayed there though curious of where she had gone until she came back and handed him the dildo and lube. As she spoke, he nodded and started to get the lube on the dildo as she sat in front of him. As he moved closer, he started to stick the dildo into his arse. His lips kissed at her puss, before he started to suck at her, as his hand started to shag his own ass as he got more into sucking and licking at her

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She moaned at watching her pet please himself, just as much as she moaned from his tongue on her pussy. Her back arched a little as she ran her fingers through his hair. “So good… I want to fuck you senseless pet… I.. Imagine it’s me thrusting into you..”

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Constantine started thrusting his ass faster, and sucking and licking at her harder. He was trying to moan but it was lost in her puss as he was slamming his prostate with the dildo “so...close, Mistress....so close...” he moaned somehow between it all, as he was arching and writhing slightly

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After Constantine came, Gabriel’s own orgasm was ripped from him as he came deep into  his lover’s ass. “I love you…you’re such a good boy. What have we learned from today’s lesson?” He asks him as he turns off the water and grabs two towels for them handing one to John. 

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Constantine moaned louder as felt his ass being filled. He hardly could moan back an “I love you too” as he was slightly dizzy from it all. As he tried to gain his bearings, he spoke “Never to look away from my Master no matter what, and to right try to live by more words of being able to adapt...” he finally said as he grabbed a towel but kept his head bowed

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Dean started to jolt, as he felt his prostate being rubbed “You both going to make me cum…” he rumbled, as he could feel himself so damn close now. Constantine started to flatten his tongue as he could feel Dean’s cock twitching, he was fully prepared to swallow anything he gave him. His eyes started at the man, as if to okay him to do so “Oh fuck….” Dean suddenly moaned, and started to cum as his ass clamped down around Cas’s finger and he leaned more forward and dumped what he had down John’s pretty little throat as he grabbed his hair making sure he stayed till he was done cumming

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Castiel continued to stimulate Dean’s prostate until he was sure Dean was done cumming and then some. “So Dean how would you like us? Your choice. You know i’m not picky.” Castiel tells him as he moves farther up the bed and once Dean pulls away from John, he doesn’t give him time to catch his breath properly. Castiel kisses the mage roughly and deeply; wanting to taste Dean.

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Dean already had a plan, as he wanted to screw Cas and Cas could suck off John or fuck him, he didn’t care. He was about to tell him, as Cas moved past him and kissed the mage deeply, no doubt trying to taste his tongue and lips. Constantine was thrown off a moment, but soon started to kiss back and held Castiel in his arms as he did. Moments into it, he pulled softly away “Got to let a Mate breath…” he spoke, as his head tilted towards Dean “Is my mouth good for more then just speaking cruelties, and insults?” he asked, as Dean seemed quite pleased “Yea, I suppose if you stick around, at least I know how to shut you up…” he spoke, and then stared at Cas “I want to fuck you hard and deep and your choice to whether you do Constantine, suck him or have him fuck me…” he said, as he pulled at Cas’s hair and pulled him towards him to claim him once more as his and to remind Constantine of that fact

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Castiel let him pull away since he needed to catch his own breath too. He didn’t get much of a chance since Dean tugged him back to his side. He moaned into the kiss and kissed Dean back just as passionately. He didn’t know if Dean’s possessiveness was a good thing or a bad thing, but he loved it. “Oh yes. I want that very much. I’ll suck off Constantine.” Castiel informed then both and grinned. “Dean the lube is in the night stand.” he added before he went back to kissing Constantine. 

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Dean moved to let Cas go, and grab the lube. He was soon coating his cock in it and using his fingers to press on his lovers rosebud and open him slightly too. Constantine watched what was going on above him, as Dean seemed to stare back “He’s one hell of a guy to give head, consider this a treat...” he spoke, as Constantine grinned “Maybe if your lucky, I might see how I like that tight ass of your’s too..” he then returned his attention to Cas, and stuck another finger inside. Constantine meanwhile felt himself grow hard, at the thought of having his cock sucked, and seemingly right good from what the other said

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Another Angel?

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“Does this mean, now I am to cater to you? To mind my bloody p’s and q’s?” Constantine asked “Oh do bloody well tell me what the first order of business is” he spoke, as he was not taking to any of it. He was right tired of bloody angels and all they were 

“I never made the bleeding assumption you could, but in knowing that fact. What makes me believe you’ll want to help clean up this dogs dinner? I’m a bloody hatstand and my life is completely pear-shaped. More then likely why Manny gave up on me, and let me do what I needed to survive” he then looked straight at Gadreel “You realize Mate, your only postponing the enivitable, I’m after all a demon in the making. That one inside me was just a taste of what I am to become one day…” he said, as he let off the smoke from his fag

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Gadreel just looks incredibly confused by Constantine, “I would ask why you are so negative but I know some of your history and you…seem to be in a mood as it is…but John…No-one’s fate is set in stone…and I am not here to fix your life if…that’s what you were referring to as the dog’s dinner?” Gadreel just looks like a confused puppy now.

“In the future….could you speak English more plainly? Metaphors of this age are….odd…” He manifests his wings and flaps them around a bit, “I…will return either when I am needed…or when you are in a better mood..” He flaps his wings hard and has just gotten airborn only to pause and look down at John, “And I  think you would make a crappy demon. Whether you like to admit it or not, you care too much for others to be a good demon.” That said he flies up higher and very visibly disappears from sight

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Constantine stared strangely at this man, as it was how he spoke. He was british and spoke the slang of the area he was from. He rolled his eyes and enjoyed his fag “Let me have a few nips of whiskey and I’ll be in a better mood” he yelled up at the angel, which he was sure looked like he was a hatstand to all those around him As he left him with that thought, he took a breath, maybe the angel was right. Underneath all the sass and sarcasm, he did still care and maybe thats why he hid it. It was a weakness, a demon could easily exploit. He then watched as he had vanished and went back to his flat. He would spend the night as usual, with his whiskey and his news stories, his eyes open to anything seeming like a possession or demonic. 

He wondered slightly if the angel would return like he said once his state was calmer and he had time to think about how much nicer he had been treated over how strict Manny had always been

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“I did not do any of that,” Gadreel frowns, “Lucifer and some of his followers used my likeness to tarnish my reputation. All I ever did wrong was let my brother into the Garden and not listen to the rumors…and it’s as I said before. I am concerned for your well-being. I am a angel acting of his own free will…something not many get to do. My job…my mission is to protect Eden and my father’s creations…every angel in one way or another is supposed to protect humanity in one way or another.”

“I’m sorry? When did I ever say I could get your soul out of it’s contract? I wouldn’t dare make a promise of any sort regarding that. If I were to free your soul I would do it the moment I could and not possibly give you false hope before then.”

“Does this mean, now I am to cater to you? To mind my bloody p’s and q’s?” Constantine asked “Oh do bloody well tell me what the first order of business is” he spoke, as he was not taking to any of it. He was right tired of bloody angels and all they were 

“I never made the bleeding assumption you could, but in knowing that fact. What makes me believe you’ll want to help clean up this dogs dinner? I’m a bloody hatstand and my life is completely pear-shaped. More then likely why Manny gave up on me, and let me do what I needed to survive” he then looked straight at Gadreel “You realize Mate, your only postponing the enivitable, I’m after all a demon in the making. That one inside me was just a taste of what I am to become one day...” he said, as he let off the smoke from his fag

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“It? Why must you insist on calling me an it? I am a ‘he’ despite the many rumours of angels like myself being genderless…and what brought this ‘bother’ to you is like i said…I am concerned for your well-being and how Manny is not doing his job as well as he ought to be.” He then moved forward and offered the cigarette again, “And these can kill you,” He says as he looks to it then to the whiskey, “as can that…”

Gadreel seemed to be trying to search John for something before he shakes his head, “And before you can ask…I am not in spirit form as Manny appears to you..I am physically here. I am a angel actually allowed to walk the Earth without my feathers being taken…I was one of the first created…and I am called Gadreel.”

“You angels are all its to me, you wish to be called a bloke, then fine. Feathery bastards...the lot of you...” he scuffed, as he drank from his flask “Have you not read? I already have terminal cancer, it bleeds through me. Only reason I breath is because of some cruel twist of fate, one of my own doing..” he snatched his fag, and relit it after placing his flask away in his pocket

As he continued on, John seemed to roll his eyes “Gadreel? One of the Grigori...taught the use of weapons, and led the mother of all monster’s astray...I’ll be...what brings me the damn bloody pleasure of meeting you?” he started to laugh “Yet again John, you do stupid in spades...” he shook his head and looked at the man “so what makes you think you won;t loose me to the same thing, my soul already is contracted...what makes you think as perhaps penitence you’ll be able to grab it back?” 

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Another Angel?

Constantine was walking the street, fag in his grasp as his trenchcoat flew out behind him from the light breeze blowing that night. He was muttering to himself about Manny, as the right tosser had been an asshat and made him completely aggro. 

He just had to walk off, otherwise he would have punched him right in the face. Just what he’d need, all the more reason to go the fiery deep he was off to as of now anyways. As he stood for a moment, he heard movement behind him “Let me be Manny, before I do something I’ll regret…” he muttered not bothering to look if it was indeed that tosser Manny or not

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“Then I am glad that I am not Manny,” The Ex-Guardian of Eden says as emerald green wings flap and send a harsher breeze down the alley and then settle at his back before they seem to disappear.

“It has come to my attention that he’s…not been the Guardian he is supposed to be lately. It was on his watch that you were attacked and left to die in a sewer with a monster.” Gadreel smooths out his leather jacket, “I am also aware he did nearly nothing to free you of the demon you invited in out of desperation after it had healed you.”

Gadreel then raises a hand and makes the cigarette disappear and reappear in his own hands, the angel looking it over.

“You are a very valuable asset to the planet, John. Your safety is taken very seriously..so I have taken it upon myself to help you.”

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Constantine heard the voice, and turned now “another one of you winged asshats?” he asked “what has given me the right pleasure of having another bother, my dogs dinner of a life?” he asked with much sarcasm, as he looked to the man

As he spoke. he was shocked in the tone he took. Not the normal aggro kind of tone, like how John did stupid in spades but actual concern of his well being “ain’t that a first, one of you feathery bastards give a right shit about a bastard like me” he shook his head not believing and was about to take a drag from his fag, until it disappeared from his fingers

“and it starts by taking away my fags? whats next my bloody whiskey?” he asked, as he was well aware what he was worth to heaven and hell, He then took out a flask, as if he couldn’t have his fags he’d drink instead, parlour tricks be damned

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Another Angel?

Constantine was walking the street, fag in his grasp as his trenchcoat flew out behind him from the light breeze blowing that night. He was muttering to himself about Manny, as the right tosser had been an asshat and made him completely aggro. 

He just had to walk off, otherwise he would have punched him right in the face. Just what he’d need, all the more reason to go the fiery deep he was off to as of now anyways. As he stood for a moment, he heard movement behind him “Let me be Manny, before I do something I’ll regret...” he muttered not bothering to look if it was indeed that tosser Manny or not

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Dean started to jolt, as he felt his prostate being rubbed “You both going to make me cum…” he rumbled, as he could feel himself so damn close now. Constantine started to flatten his tongue as he could feel Dean’s cock twitching, he was fully prepared to swallow anything he gave him. His eyes started at the man, as if to okay him to do so “Oh fuck….” Dean suddenly moaned, and started to cum as his ass clamped down around Cas’s finger and he leaned more forward and dumped what he had down John’s pretty little throat as he grabbed his hair making sure he stayed till he was done cumming

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Castiel continued to stimulate Dean’s prostate until he was sure Dean was done cumming and then some. “So Dean how would you like us? Your choice. You know i’m not picky.” Castiel tells him as he moves farther up the bed and once Dean pulls away from John, he doesn’t give him time to catch his breath properly. Castiel kisses the mage roughly and deeply; wanting to taste Dean.

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Dean already had a plan, as he wanted to screw Cas and Cas could suck off John or fuck him, he didn’t care. He was about to tell him, as Cas moved past him and kissed the mage deeply, no doubt trying to taste his tongue and lips. Constantine was thrown off a moment, but soon started to kiss back and held Castiel in his arms as he did. Moments into it, he pulled softly away “Got to let a Mate breath...” he spoke, as his head tilted towards Dean “Is my mouth good for more then just speaking cruelties, and insults?” he asked, as Dean seemed quite pleased “Yea, I suppose if you stick around, at least I know how to shut you up...” he spoke, and then stared at Cas “I want to fuck you hard and deep and your choice to whether you do Constantine, suck him or have him fuck me...” he said, as he pulled at Cas’s hair and pulled him towards him to claim him once more as his and to remind Constantine of that fact

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Gabriel starts thrusting harder and faster hitting John’s prostate over and over again. He leans his forehead up against his as he starts to really get into it. “ Cum for me. Now!”

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Constantine was wracked, his body unsure of anything. But the rubbing of his prostate fueled, his body cumming and cumming hard a few moments after being commanded. He moaned softly, his eyes trying to look into his Master’s as he muttered how much he loved him

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*Dean couldn’t help but smile at how petulant the human was and even dared sitting on the corner of the altar to watch him fight off the demons that had cornered him.* Maybe, but let’s not get in the details. Go on, keep going. It’s entertaining. *He lowered his gaze to the orange in his hands that he began to peel before the infamous devil hunter or whatever they called it these days.* Don’t call me mate. It’s impolite. *He seemed to be rather different from the others he had encountered and the thought of it made him grin.* Now, what are you looking for? *Subtly, he seemed to set something aside onto the altar on the spot next to him. A half finished pack of cigarettes and a lighter.* Not these, I hope. Not that I mind about your health. One way or another, you’ll be stuck downstairs. Where you belong. I heard a lot about you… Josh? Jason? *He clearly knew who he was. Who, downstairs, didn’t hear of the infamous John Constantine?*

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Watch Hell go pear-shaped for a few moments thanks to a mage” he bit back, and soon stared at what the man had placed down “I see your into magic too” he spoke, as he grabbed for the fags and started to light one “You do remember I had cancer, had very little time to live. Made a nice little loophole in you “daddy’s” plans. Sure I am promised here, but we’ll see how quickly that happens…” he cocked his brow, as the man continued on “Name’s John Constantine, funny you remember the finer details but not the name of the man himself…and as for what I’m looking for” he blew out some smoke “One of your right bastards dragged someone here, not Astra that ones on me and I pay for that every day, but another soul which has now need to be here except to torture me further in the hopes I’ll give up, and kipper on my back much earlier then you expect” He then stared at him “so tell me Mate, besides what I am to call you, tell me where to find this right bastard of a crossroads demon so I might find that soul and return it properly…”

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*Dean listened and listened and listened, slowly peeling away at his orange and seperating it so he could pop a piece in his mouth.* Oh right. John. Sorry, it totally slipped my mind. *He lied with great exaggeration only to return his attention to the orange in his hand.* I’m glad not all hunters are like you. Do you really talk that much all the time? Must be tiresome by the end of the day. *He muttered the last part to himself as he shook his head lightly at the demand.* Come now, you know I can’t do that. *He crossed his legs at knee level as he set his orange aside and adjusted his leather gloves.* I can’t give you my name just like that. That would give you an advantage. *It was common rule downstairs. Know a demon’s real name, know his weakness. It was easy and stupid like that. Too easy, in his opinion.* I go by Dean. You’re lucky I gave you my human name. Much more easier to remember, don’t you think? *He grinned slyly at him as he set his hands onto his knee and examined him.* Nice trenchcoat. I had a friend that fancied those once. *He completely ignored his other demand to take off his glasses, close his eyes and clean them with his shirt.* Your cancer is such a delight to look at. I wonder how you’re still standing at all. *He kept his eyes closed out of respect until he had his lens clean and could put his glasses back on. Only then did he open his eyes again.*

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Constantine rolled his eyes once more, as this Lad was proving to be a right tosser “are you always this uppity? Or does it just come so natural being the devil’s lackey?” he asked in retort, as he continued on giving his human name “Dean?” he asked, and then pointed at him “Winchester? You’re a damn Winchester...famous hunter. what happened to you? Make a deal a mage like me would?” he asked, as he raised a brow now at the trenchcoat comment “Yes, angel Castiel...whispered there was more to you then just angel and his Hunter...maybe that where it all went pear-shaped too” he was staring hard at him, and ignoring the cancer comment

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Going to answer a few rps

then I’m changing my theme...slow replies

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She put a hand on the back of his neck, transporting them to her own little play pen. There were restraints and paddles on the walls, with a comfy looking bed and a few pieces of furniture. Everything seemed to have flecks of red but it didn’t over power the room. “Is this what you had in mind pet?”she asked, walking to a cabinet and removing a basic red leather collar.

This wasn’t at all what he had in mind, but he was to say the least pleasantly fuck struck. His eyes scanned the room, and he seemed to smirk “This will do, Mistress…” he said softly, as he found an ashtray to place out his fag and then moved and turned toward her

She moved behind him and clasped the collar in place, feeling damp at seeing him wear it. “Just ‘will do’? You’re the first person I’ve thought worthy enough to be in here…” She moved towards the bed, trying to decide what to do next, “Take off your clothes and place them on the cabinet..”she said, starting to undress herself.

Constantine closed his eyes, feeling the collar in place. Been too long since he last wore one. Once they were opened, he smirked “Well, it will do for now. What happens here, will make it better” he spoke, as he was commanded. He started to take off his clothes and would fold each piece on the cabinet as he was told. When he was fully starkers, he stood there and waited for his next command

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Abaddon smirked back at him, knowing it was a worthwhile recovery. She watched his every move, satisfied with his behaviour so far. “We need some rules - To build trust and know when enough is enough. I’ve seen humans adopt a traffic light system - Green for a turn on, Yellow for within limits, and red for too far. Are you familiar with this?”

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“Not familiar with it, Mistress. But I can be quite a quick learner…” he spoke, and bowed his head down, he was showing her he was able to be completely submissive even if his outward way of being showed a complete opposite

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“I’m going to give a few suggestions for play that we might follow..”she smirked, lazily starting to stroke his cock. “Now… You say you normally prefer men… So what if I were to take my strap on out of the cabinet, bend you over the bed and fuck your brains out?”she asked, her grip becoming firmer, “Red, yellow or green?”

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Constantine was trying to keep his mind on the subject, but the cock stroking was making it hard “Green….Mistress” he groaned, as he looked at her. His eyes widened slowly, as he realized this way he might have the best of both worlds, with being such a powerful demon’s submissive

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“And if I were, in the throes of sex, to lay a claim mark on that pretty little neck of yours, so everyone could see that I owned you?”she asked, still stroking, her hand moving a little faster. “Green yellow or red?” She could tell her hand was distracted him, but it turned her on to watch him be putty in her hands.

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Constantine took a bit to answer, as he was trying to thrust into her hand slightly. but soon he muttered “Green….love being marked…Mistress…” he moaned softly, as he had to be fully hard by now with how she was stroking him

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She moaned lightly in his ear, “So open to what I want to do to you pet…” She found a leash for the collar and led him to the bed. “Bend over the bed pet..” She left him alone while she found some lube and one of her dildos. “I want you prepared when I fuck you. So I want you to fuck yourself with these while you lick me..”she sat in front of him on the bed

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Constantine moved, and leaned over the bed as he was told. He stayed there though curious of where she had gone until she came back and handed him the dildo and lube. As she spoke, he nodded and started to get the lube on the dildo as she sat in front of him. As he moved closer, he started to stick the dildo into his arse. His lips kissed at her puss, before he started to suck at her, as his hand started to shag his own ass as he got more into sucking and licking at her

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*Dean couldn’t help but smile at how petulant the human was and even dared sitting on the corner of the altar to watch him fight off the demons that had cornered him.* Maybe, but let’s not get in the details. Go on, keep going. It’s entertaining. *He lowered his gaze to the orange in his hands that he began to peel before the infamous devil hunter or whatever they called it these days.* Don’t call me mate. It’s impolite. *He seemed to be rather different from the others he had encountered and the thought of it made him grin.* Now, what are you looking for? *Subtly, he seemed to set something aside onto the altar on the spot next to him. A half finished pack of cigarettes and a lighter.* Not these, I hope. Not that I mind about your health. One way or another, you’ll be stuck downstairs. Where you belong. I heard a lot about you… Josh? Jason? *He clearly knew who he was. Who, downstairs, didn’t hear of the infamous John Constantine?*

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Watch Hell go pear-shaped for a few moments thanks to a mage” he bit back, and soon stared at what the man had placed down “I see your into magic too” he spoke, as he grabbed for the fags and started to light one “You do remember I had cancer, had very little time to live. Made a nice little loophole in you “daddy’s” plans. Sure I am promised here, but we’ll see how quickly that happens...” he cocked his brow, as the man continued on “Name’s John Constantine, funny you remember the finer details but not the name of the man himself...and as for what I’m looking for” he blew out some smoke “One of your right bastards dragged someone here, not Astra that ones on me and I pay for that every day, but another soul which has now need to be here except to torture me further in the hopes I’ll give up, and kipper on my back much earlier then you expect” He then stared at him “so tell me Mate, besides what I am to call you, tell me where to find this right bastard of a crossroads demon so I might find that soul and return it properly...”

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The moment that John looked away, Gabriel did exactly what he said that he would, he raised his hand to him and slapped him right across his left cheek. “What did I say about looking away?” He didn’t raise his voice or anything, it was just a stern tone. Gabriel was trying to teach John a lesson about adaptation and he was failing. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks with a raised brow. 

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Constantine whimpered, he hadn’t meant to look away its just the sensation, the feel of Gabe’s cock “I know Master, I’m sorry I...I’m just its been too long...” he muttered “I’ll be a right good sub, just let me try harder...don;t stop...” he was almost begging as a lot of this brought back some bad memories but he was fighting them to replace them with better ones like this moment

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Dean started to moan loudly, between his cock and his rosebud being worked “Damn I’m going to fuck you good…” he muttered, as he was talking to Cas. Constantine was meanwhile too busy sucking off Dean and giving him a right reason to keep him around even if it was to be used as a fuck toy, was better then having his brains blown out,he was too into pleasing Dean to realize Cas’s hand had touched him, he just knew he felt something  Dean started to rock his body wanting them both to suck and lick him harder, as his eyes were shut and his moans were getting louder now

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Castiel took his hand off of Constantine and placed it on the bed so he could balance himself enough to insert a finger into Dean’s ass, working him open even more. He pulled away to remark, “Oh i look forward to it. That is if you can even move later.” As if to punctuate his sentence even more, he brushed against Dean’s prostate with his finger before he moved his mouth back to place.Castiel was also sure that Constantine was doing just fine beneath Dean.

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Dean started to jolt, as he felt his prostate being rubbed “You both going to make me cum...” he rumbled, as he could feel himself so damn close now. Constantine started to flatten his tongue as he could feel Dean’s cock twitching, he was fully prepared to swallow anything he gave him. His eyes started at the man, as if to okay him to do so “Oh fuck....” Dean suddenly moaned, and started to cum as his ass clamped down around Cas’s finger and he leaned more forward and dumped what he had down John’s pretty little throat as he grabbed his hair making sure he stayed till he was done cumming

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First Impressions|| Dean Open

I really hope this wasn’t meant to impress me. Please, tell me it wasn’t.

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Constantine rolled his eyes, he had been trying to fend off a few demons with his parlour trick, of using fire balls summoned by very old magic and alchemy means. As the man made his way closer he noticed how they backed off Constantine “Right Devil’s lackey are you? “ he asked, as some vanished and some stayed and soon John made the fire go away too “If I was trying to impress you, believe me Mate. I’d do much better then some parlour trick...” he spoke, as he looked to the other and started to dig around for a fag in his pockets