Nightmare (Or Maybe Not)
Title: Nightmare (Or Maybe Not)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Devon’s Prompt: Adam is a demon, who possesses Kris. He just loves to watch Kris squirm whenever he does any ~naughty things in his body. One day, demon!Adam decides to come out and play with Krissy. And Krissy secretly likes but tries (and fails) not to show it. Not asshole Adam, just... teasey. And snarky is love.
Warnings: M/M sex, demonic possession, cussing.
Notes: Written for a friend’s birthday taking the prompt he put on kradamfest on DW.
Kris wants to blush, but his body isn’t doing it. All he gets in response to the overwhelming embarrassment of his current situation is teasing laughter from the demon in his body. Said demon who is currently rocking Kris’ body back and forth on this huge… thing.
“It’s called a dildo.” Kris whines in his head and another chuckle in his voice comes back. “It feels good, your body likes it, you shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
Oh but I should, Kris thought. Ever since this stupid demon possessed him when he was coming back from a gig He holed Kris’ body up in his apartment and abused him. First it was just hand jobs, stuff that he was used to. It was just weird to not be attached to the hand doing it when it looked like his and… the entire situation was just wrong.
Then when He finally left the apartment, and He went straight to a sex shop. He came back with several tubes of… lube, the current… thing… inside him, and several condoms. Kris has no idea what those are for, though.
He hears another chuckle. “You’ll find out soon, Krissy.” He mentally blushes some more and struggles under the invisible bonds in his head. He wants his body back, dammit, and he wants that… whatever out of him.
“Whatever you want.” He hears, and then something feels… lighter? His head spins for a moment and then he notices he can finally move his own body. And then he feels the… the thing pressing up against him inside and groans. He reaches to pull it out but is stopped by two pairs of large, freckled hands. “Nuh uh uh, Krissy.”
Kris’ eyes widen and he turns his head just enough to see black hair, and sharp blue-gray eyes staring at him like he’s a piece of meat, and a huge grin full of sharp, sharp teeth. “U-uhm…?”
The man laughs then sits on Kris’ legs to stop them from kicking out like he’s about to, then, with a hand still wrapped around his arms, pushes him back and twists the toy. “Fuck!”
“Oh yes.” The man chuckles, rocking it back and forth now and that makes Kris’ toes curl into the covers and his eyes roll back. “This is going to be fun.” The man leans forward, licking a stripe up Kris’ neck, then pulls the toy out. He tosses it to the side, then grabs one of the tubes of lube from the bed. “I’m gonna make you fucking scream.”
Kris swallows, watching as the demon grabs one of the condoms and - holy shit.
Kris gapes at the monstrous… thing jutting out from the man’s body, leaking lewdly at the tip until the rubber sheath slides over it. The demon grabs Kris’ hip with his free hand, shifting off Kris’ legs and settling between them, then nipping at Kris’ collar bone. “Don’t struggle.” He pants, licking into the dip as Kris arches when he feels the tip brush up against him. “It’ll be easier.”
Not that he has much of a chance. Right after the demon finishes talking he thrusts forward until hips are flush with Kris’ body. Kris gurgles and the demon chuckles, dragging his tongue along Kris’ throat until his lips meet Kris’ ear. “Something tells me you’re going to be enjoying this, too…” Kris’ hips twitch as the man rocks back and forth a bit, and much to his embarrassment he feels himself getting more excited by it. It feels good. But… but this is a demon, taking him like this. It isn’t right.
The demon scoffs, teeth dragging over Kris’ ear just enough to leave a sting - he refuses to believe he’s excited by that, either, his body’s betraying him. “You can stop thinking of me as just a demon, we have names too, you know.” A long tongue lashes out, leaving a burning trail on his skin. “Call me Adam.” He feels the smirk against his throat, and he cries out at a particularly well-aimed thrust. “I better be hearing it a lot for the next few hours.”
Kris gulps down air, then releases it all again in a partial scream when Adam thrusts viciously inside him and then he’s coming. It’s pretty eye-opening; it’s the highest he’s ever felt after, and he’s sure he can’t do anything but just smile dopily and let Adam continue leading him down whatever pleasuring - sinful, the part of his brain that’s still against this says - path.
His eyes slip shut as Adam starts moving again, and he can just barely hear Adam chuckling through the blood pounding in his ears. He shudders at the hand dragging over his chest and stomach, a light push of nails making him arch, and then Adam is leaning over him again and it makes the angles of his thrusts all-that-more delicious feeling. “So pretty…” Adam hissed. “I knew from the moment I saw you I had to have you.”
Kris almost wants to scream that Adam could have him, that Kris was all his for the reaping, but he can’t quite get his mouth to work and the ever-shrinking part of him that’s saying this is wrong and that Kris shouldn’t like this as much as he does let’s out a huff of relief.
Adam purrs above him - Kris would gape if he had the energy - and nuzzles into his neck - in a very undemony fashion, more like a cat than anything - and licks before biting down and reminding Kris just what he’s dealing with. Kris, though, takes it more-than-willingly with a few whines and arching into his touch.
It seems like it’s a few more hours when Adam finally seems to decide he’s had enough fun - Kris is even less useful than a limp noodle, but, really, he has no complaints - and drops Kris back to the bed with bruises he can already feel forming on his hips and all along his neck, and flopping - Adam is getting less threatening my the minute - next to Kris and cuddling in - what he said before about Adam the non-threatening.
Then, Adam says one thing, one simple thing right into Kris’ ear, and that gets him riled up enough to want to go for round… whatever it would be by now. “I think I’m keeping you.”
Yes please.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Devon’s Prompt: Adam is a demon, who possesses Kris. He just loves to watch Kris squirm whenever he does any ~naughty things in his body. One day, demon!Adam decides to come out and play with Krissy. And Krissy secretly likes but tries (and fails) not to show it. Not asshole Adam, just... teasey. And snarky is love.
Warnings: M/M sex, demonic possession, cussing.
Notes: Written for a friend’s birthday taking the prompt he put on kradamfest on DW.
Kris wants to blush, but his body isn’t doing it. All he gets in response to the overwhelming embarrassment of his current situation is teasing laughter from the demon in his body. Said demon who is currently rocking Kris’ body back and forth on this huge… thing.
“It’s called a dildo.” Kris whines in his head and another chuckle in his voice comes back. “It feels good, your body likes it, you shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
Oh but I should, Kris thought. Ever since this stupid demon possessed him when he was coming back from a gig He holed Kris’ body up in his apartment and abused him. First it was just hand jobs, stuff that he was used to. It was just weird to not be attached to the hand doing it when it looked like his and… the entire situation was just wrong.
Then when He finally left the apartment, and He went straight to a sex shop. He came back with several tubes of… lube, the current… thing… inside him, and several condoms. Kris has no idea what those are for, though.
He hears another chuckle. “You’ll find out soon, Krissy.” He mentally blushes some more and struggles under the invisible bonds in his head. He wants his body back, dammit, and he wants that… whatever out of him.
“Whatever you want.” He hears, and then something feels… lighter? His head spins for a moment and then he notices he can finally move his own body. And then he feels the… the thing pressing up against him inside and groans. He reaches to pull it out but is stopped by two pairs of large, freckled hands. “Nuh uh uh, Krissy.”
Kris’ eyes widen and he turns his head just enough to see black hair, and sharp blue-gray eyes staring at him like he’s a piece of meat, and a huge grin full of sharp, sharp teeth. “U-uhm…?”
The man laughs then sits on Kris’ legs to stop them from kicking out like he’s about to, then, with a hand still wrapped around his arms, pushes him back and twists the toy. “Fuck!”
“Oh yes.” The man chuckles, rocking it back and forth now and that makes Kris’ toes curl into the covers and his eyes roll back. “This is going to be fun.” The man leans forward, licking a stripe up Kris’ neck, then pulls the toy out. He tosses it to the side, then grabs one of the tubes of lube from the bed. “I’m gonna make you fucking scream.”
Kris swallows, watching as the demon grabs one of the condoms and - holy shit.
Kris gapes at the monstrous… thing jutting out from the man’s body, leaking lewdly at the tip until the rubber sheath slides over it. The demon grabs Kris’ hip with his free hand, shifting off Kris’ legs and settling between them, then nipping at Kris’ collar bone. “Don’t struggle.” He pants, licking into the dip as Kris arches when he feels the tip brush up against him. “It’ll be easier.”
Not that he has much of a chance. Right after the demon finishes talking he thrusts forward until hips are flush with Kris’ body. Kris gurgles and the demon chuckles, dragging his tongue along Kris’ throat until his lips meet Kris’ ear. “Something tells me you’re going to be enjoying this, too…” Kris’ hips twitch as the man rocks back and forth a bit, and much to his embarrassment he feels himself getting more excited by it. It feels good. But… but this is a demon, taking him like this. It isn’t right.
The demon scoffs, teeth dragging over Kris’ ear just enough to leave a sting - he refuses to believe he’s excited by that, either, his body’s betraying him. “You can stop thinking of me as just a demon, we have names too, you know.” A long tongue lashes out, leaving a burning trail on his skin. “Call me Adam.” He feels the smirk against his throat, and he cries out at a particularly well-aimed thrust. “I better be hearing it a lot for the next few hours.”
Kris gulps down air, then releases it all again in a partial scream when Adam thrusts viciously inside him and then he’s coming. It’s pretty eye-opening; it’s the highest he’s ever felt after, and he’s sure he can’t do anything but just smile dopily and let Adam continue leading him down whatever pleasuring - sinful, the part of his brain that’s still against this says - path.
His eyes slip shut as Adam starts moving again, and he can just barely hear Adam chuckling through the blood pounding in his ears. He shudders at the hand dragging over his chest and stomach, a light push of nails making him arch, and then Adam is leaning over him again and it makes the angles of his thrusts all-that-more delicious feeling. “So pretty…” Adam hissed. “I knew from the moment I saw you I had to have you.”
Kris almost wants to scream that Adam could have him, that Kris was all his for the reaping, but he can’t quite get his mouth to work and the ever-shrinking part of him that’s saying this is wrong and that Kris shouldn’t like this as much as he does let’s out a huff of relief.
Adam purrs above him - Kris would gape if he had the energy - and nuzzles into his neck - in a very undemony fashion, more like a cat than anything - and licks before biting down and reminding Kris just what he’s dealing with. Kris, though, takes it more-than-willingly with a few whines and arching into his touch.
It seems like it’s a few more hours when Adam finally seems to decide he’s had enough fun - Kris is even less useful than a limp noodle, but, really, he has no complaints - and drops Kris back to the bed with bruises he can already feel forming on his hips and all along his neck, and flopping - Adam is getting less threatening my the minute - next to Kris and cuddling in - what he said before about Adam the non-threatening.
Then, Adam says one thing, one simple thing right into Kris’ ear, and that gets him riled up enough to want to go for round… whatever it would be by now. “I think I’m keeping you.”
Yes please.