Drabbletag 6 - Supernatural - Abaddon/Charlie
Title: Devil Inside
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Abaddon/Charlie
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Possession Kink
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Summary: “I want to try something,” Abaddon says.
“I want to try something,” Abaddon says, and Charlie wonders what’s even left to try. There’s barely a hotel room this side of the country they haven’t christened with a new kink. Or whatever the demon-on-hunter equivalent of ‘christening’ something would be. “I want to be in you.”
“You are.” The three fingers stretching her open are very ‘in her’.
“Not like that.” Abaddon runs her other hand down Charlie’s chest. “In you. It’ll be fun. I’ll give it back, after.”
“You want me to let you possess me? Why does that not sound like a good idea?”
“Please. You know if I wanted your meatsuit full-time, I’d have taken it by now. Trust me.”
The words ‘trust’ and ‘Abaddon’ shouldn’t go together. Yet, Charlie finds herself agreeing. Abaddon rolls off her, leaving a sudden emptiness where her fingers had been. And then, without so much as a ‘ready?’ there’s the sight of black smoke, followed by the weirdest head rush. And a slight pang of panic, when Charlie tries to move, and finds she can’t.
That’s the point of this, Abaddon purrs. Just relax, and let me.
The demon directs Charlie’s hand downwards, and starts to work her up, again - up and over and over and over. The intensity of Abaddon’s pleasure mixes with her own. One explosion after the next, that she’s powerless to stop. And doesn’t want to.
And then it does. Abaddon curls into Charlie’s dazed and spent self, from beside. “Told you it’d be good.”
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Abaddon/Charlie
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Possession Kink
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Summary: “I want to try something,” Abaddon says.
“I want to try something,” Abaddon says, and Charlie wonders what’s even left to try. There’s barely a hotel room this side of the country they haven’t christened with a new kink. Or whatever the demon-on-hunter equivalent of ‘christening’ something would be. “I want to be in you.”
“You are.” The three fingers stretching her open are very ‘in her’.
“Not like that.” Abaddon runs her other hand down Charlie’s chest. “In you. It’ll be fun. I’ll give it back, after.”
“You want me to let you possess me? Why does that not sound like a good idea?”
“Please. You know if I wanted your meatsuit full-time, I’d have taken it by now. Trust me.”
The words ‘trust’ and ‘Abaddon’ shouldn’t go together. Yet, Charlie finds herself agreeing. Abaddon rolls off her, leaving a sudden emptiness where her fingers had been. And then, without so much as a ‘ready?’ there’s the sight of black smoke, followed by the weirdest head rush. And a slight pang of panic, when Charlie tries to move, and finds she can’t.
That’s the point of this, Abaddon purrs. Just relax, and let me.
The demon directs Charlie’s hand downwards, and starts to work her up, again - up and over and over and over. The intensity of Abaddon’s pleasure mixes with her own. One explosion after the next, that she’s powerless to stop. And doesn’t want to.
And then it does. Abaddon curls into Charlie’s dazed and spent self, from beside. “Told you it’d be good.”