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The TV in the corner of Drew's room had been malfunctioning for the past week, colours inverting and pixels staggering whenever they popped in a tape to watch. Beside the TV was a large VHS stand housing every episode of Hannah Montana Drew had managed to record onto a tape, along with the dozens of vintage films they'd collected over the years.
Drew had a problem: they were dreadfully single. Class was out for the summer, and with little motivation to go out and an extreme distaste for dating apps, Drew was forced to stay in their flat horny and alone.
That's almost definitely why they ended up browsing eBay for old porn tapes to buy. When browsing the internet for such things, it was inevitable to come across some very disturbing content, but one listing in particular caught Drew's eye.
Derrick — VHS T-20
$17.99
No returns.
The description's simplicity was intriguing, but what really caused Drew to click on the listing was the tape's sleeve in the picture. It featured a shirtless man with pointy ears and a devilish smile, crossing his arms and that stupid porn-y stance with his hips thrust forward. He wasn't even hot, Drew thought as they zoomed in further on the image. The text on the sleeve said in bright yellow font "YOUR SEXY NEIGHBORHOOD SUCCUBUS."
They added the item to the cart.
-
It arrived four weeks later in a massive box. Truly, it would have been able to fit an entire person. Instead it was filled to the brim with shredded paper and at the bottom sat the tape wrapped in brown paper. Drew wasn't sure why they felt so excited.
Their roommates were both out at a party that night and wouldn't be home until after midnight. It was only 9pm, so Drew unwrapped the tape, slid it into the VCR slot of the TV, and settled on their bed in their underwear.
The screen lit up with the dark blue tinge that meant it was on before erupting into a screen of static for the first few seconds of the tape. Then it went dark again and music began to play. A man's voice played through the speaker, an annoying, obnoxious voice, and it said, "In the beginning, there was nothing..."
Drew wondered for a second if they'd gotten scammed by some freaky Christian.
"And then... there was ME!" The voice cackled, getting louder and clearer, almost too clearly to be coming from the 30 year old VCR. The man continued laughing, the sound filling the room. The black screen began to glitch and warp. Drew sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed to inspect. They could have sworn there was a dark outline of a hand on the screen. The static was so strong it made the hairs on their arms stand up even from a meter away.
"What the fuck...?" Drew mumbled, reaching out to touch the screen. It shocked them, the speaker blasted static deafeningly loud, and a hand shot through the screen into the air right in front of them.
Drew screamed and scrambled back to the opposite corner of the bed. The hand waved around before gripping the frame of the TV, it's knuckles turning white with force as it seemed to be pulling itself forward. Sure enough, a second hand warped through the black static like it was oil and grabbed the other side of the frame. A Vans shoe came through next, followed by a hairy calf and a second leg, and the hem of some shorts and the belly button on a bare stomach and a chest, and finally the arms connected into shoulders that held up a head.
The man landed on his feet on the carpeted floor of the room.
Drew screamed.
"NO, no, don't do that!" The man waved his hands out in front of him, his eyebrows twisted in shock and confusion.
Naturally Drew did exactly as the strange man who'd came through their TV said.
"Why are you screaming? Don't you know who I am?"
Wide eyed and dazed, Drew shook their head, knees drawn up to their chest.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He looked behind him, locating the VHS sleeve on the ground and picking it up. He pointed to the text on the side that said DERRICK.
"I'm Derrick."
Obviously.
Drew was stunned. They thought the TV must have exploded and this was the purgatory they'd ended up in for jerking off too much. It took a few tries of opening and closing their mouth but they eventually managed to ask, "How did you do that?"
It wasn't so much of a question as it was an admission of fear. Drew was acknowledging that this person was much more powerful than them so he wouldn't feel threatened and attack.
"Uh, I dunno. Kinda just swung through like I always do, I guess." He scratched his head and shrugged. He hadn't moved from his spot, either, which put Drew at ease just the tiniest bit.
It was with that lessening of anxiety that Drew finally noticed the massive, pointed, lizard-like tail curving out from behind Derrick. His ears were long and tapered to a point as well, and they stuck straight out from his head of thick, dark hair. When he spoke, two thin, forked tongues slithered out from between his lips.
"Jesus Christ."
"Ah, can we actually not talk about that guy? My family's had some bad experiences with Him. Ooh, you know, my cousin actually found some tweets from 400 AD that were reeeeally fucked up." He pulled out an iPhone from his back pocket and began scrolling.
"What-? No, who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?" Drew cried.
"Like I said, I'm Derrick. You... summoned me. Do you have short term memory loss? Because I watched a movie about this fish once, and she-"
"I didn't summon you!"
Derrick crossed his arms, speaking with a condescending, motherly. "Well now, you bought the tape, didn't you? And I presume you placed it in the," he paused, swinging his arm down to be pointing at the VHS slot. "Thingamajig?"
Drew was feeling exasperated, and then was further frustrated by the fact that whatever odd delusion they were experiencing was actually getting to them. "Well, yeah, but I didn't know it'd spawn a half naked man in my room! Or, whatever you are."
Derrick pouted for a moment. "I'm a succubus, babe. Again, read the sleeve. And I'm not the only one half naked here." He gestured to Drew's bare legs and thin boxers. They immediately felt goosebumps grow on their skin, but somehow didn't feel the urge to cover up.
A succubus?
Really?
Maybe Drew had found someone to spend the night with after all.
-
"Wait, so let me get this straight. You're a demon who's magically attached to a porn VHS and is summoned whenever someone plays the tape? And you seduce people?"
Derrick paced slowly across the room. "Yes. Why are you repeating what I literally just told you?"
Drew wasn't sure. They'd just gotten the sense that maybe there was some kind of omniscient entity looking down on them who needed to be filled in.
"Okay, how do you seduce people?"
Derrick stopped and looked deep in thought. "I dunno. Guess I'm just that sexy," he shrugged, flashing an obnoxious grin at Drew. They rolled their eyes. That definitely wasn't it. Though, the more they thought about it, the more they began to believe that this guy might be useful in fulfilling their sexual needs. He was either a manifestation of their subconscious or a robber who was really good at SFX makeup. Either way, not the worst fuck Drew would have had.
"So... Are you expecting us to...?"
"That's usually how it goes. The people who summon me usually know what they're getting into, though, so I can just..." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at the TV. "Go, if you want."
He began to take slow, hesitant steps backwards towards the screen.
Drew screwed their eyes shut in disbelief of their own consideration. "Wait."
A devious smile grew across Derrick's face. He knew this was coming. Drew sighed, rubbing their temples. The tensity in their shoulders grew more apparent with each passing second, as did their odd attraction to the strange man in their room.
"I did buy the tape for a reason," they resigned, teeth clenched and waiting for the humiliation.
It never came. "Well then, where do you want me, baby?"
-
Drew didn't know how to tell the demon (if he was telling the truth about that) that they hadn't been able to make themself come in two weeks. They didn't know how to say that they wanted to be touched, kissed, tasted, by anyone or anything but their own damn fingers. Most of all, they didn't know how to tell Derrick that they were skeptical but desperate and that he looked hot and pathetic enough to be their aching wrist's replacement.
"Nervous? First time?" Derrick purred, wrapping his long fingers around the bed post and leaning forward.
"No, it's not my first time." Drew sneered and looked the man up and down. He was just maddening enough to make their stomach curl.
"Alright, no need to get defensive. Just tell me what you want. Believe me, I've got," He gestured to the front of his shorts. "Anything you want or need."
Ew.
But unfortunately intriguing.
Drew wrung their hands, now sitting crisscross in the middle of the bed with a pillow in their lap. "I, um, I finger myself sometimes, but lately it just hasn't been enough. A-and I swear, I'm not some sex addict. I've just been stressed."
"So you need some help relaxing? I can do that."
There was a silence that felt like Derrick was waiting for more instruction. Drew just looked around the room, anxious to make a request. When they met his eyes again, he looked resigned.
"You want me to eat you out?"
Drew gave a staggered nod.
"I need words, babe."
They rolled their eyes and said, "Yes. Please."
Derrick's lips turned up into a smile again. "Manners. You don't see those very often in this line of work." He rested a bent knee on the mattress and waited again for further direction.
Snapping out of a haze of shock, Drew slowly moved the pillow and scooted down closer to the demon on the edge of the bed. He moved a hand to rest just above their knee, fingers splayed out gently. Drew shivered.
Derrick sank to his knees on the carpeted ground and asked, "Is this comfortable for you?"
"Wait."
Derrick rolled his eyes. "You and your waiting." But he waited as Drew sat up, reached down, and touched his arms. He felt real. Like a person. A person with two snake tongues. Drew motioned for him to sit up on his knees. They leaned down, taking his face in their hands, and pressed their lips to his.
They weren't exactly sure why they wanted to kiss him, but it felt like the right thing to do. Drew didn't like fucking someone they hadn't kissed. They found the way someone kissed was reflective of how they fucked, and boy had they endured some bad kissers.
But Derrick's kiss was excellent. His lips were soft and slightly parted, an invitation but not an urge, so Drew flicked their tongue inside the third time they pressed against him. He willingly accepted and returned the action, bracing himself now on Drew's thighs and straining on his knees to push back into their lips. It was both endearing and lust inducing, and Drew suddenly understood why the succubus might actually be good at his job.
They slid a hand into his hair, thick, dark, and perfect to tug on. A small whine escaped Derrick's mouth against Drew's lips, and they had to smile. It was like receiving a new toy on Christmas and figuring out what all the buttons did.
They pulled again, this time taking advantage of his widened mouth and licking inside more thoroughly. They could really feel the two tongues now, twisting around expertly and licking their lips. Derrick's hands slid under Drew's thighs and shifted up so his fingers were shoved just barely under the hem of their boxers. Any last trace of anxiety was gone now as Drew's mind caught up to his body and pulled away, leaning back on their elbows.
Derrick wasted no time in resuming his kissing on their legs, gently pushing their knees apart for better access to the pale, sensitive skin on the inside of their thighs.
Drew shook slightly, probably from shock but also from excitement.
"Deep breaths," Derrick murmured against their skin as he laid another kiss on the spot, nipping and swirling a tongue across the skin.
Drew could do nothing but comply, drawing in deep, shaky breaths as Derrick began fiddling with the waistband of their underwear.
"Can I take these off?" he asked, still kissing them tenderly. Drew nodded vigorously before remembering to say, "Yes, yes please."
They felt Derrick smile against their skin as he slowly dragged their underwear down over their hips. He shifted his attention there, kissing Drew's hips and pelvis. They weren't sure whether they should be ashamed or excited at how wet they were getting this fast, but the thought vanished when Derrick pulled their boxers to their knees and his hot breath ghosted over their vulva. He then gently hoisted one of Drew's legs over his shoulder and asked, "All good?"
"Mhm," they sighed, ignoring their pounding heart.
Derrick dropped his head and nudged his nose over their clit before delicately dragging a tongue over it. Drew managed to quiet their gasp, but Derrick still must have noticed. He proceeded to use both tongues to swirl around their clit, hands comfortably settled around their thighs. He chuckled when Drew audibly moaned but was quickly silenced as they thrust a hand into his hair again and pulled, eliciting a throaty whine. Drew smiled.
"I'm starting to think no one's employing you to do this job, Derrick."
"Worth it," he panted, flattening a tongue to lick a stripe up Drew's slit. They let a breathy "Fuck" float past their lips. Derrick went to lick again, but this time using both tongues to dip inside their cunt and drag along their walls. Drew yelped and slapped a hand over their mouth.
Derrick pulled back, laughing, but he looked slightly concerned as well. They just stared at him, wondering why he stopped. After a few too many seconds, they tugged on his hair again. "I'm okay. Please."
Derrick's face flushed, but he complied, sucking on their clit with increasing intensity.
It was a little ridiculous how good he was. Maybe it was the feeling of control. Maybe it was because they could relax into the mattress, not hunched over themself. Or maybe it was those fucking tongues. Whatever it was, it was tantalizing, and Drew couldn't help but bear down for more. Derrick licked back into their slit hungrily.
Drew's skin burned. They felt flushed all over and each touch sent electric jolts up the small of their back. Without thinking, they pulled Derrick's face in closer, grinding against his mouth. He didn't even flinch as he continued to suck and lick like a man starved.
"Fuck, oh my god," Drew babbled, holding fast to Derrick's hair. His tongues were rubbing circles along their walls, and one particular spot, usually unreachable by a human tongue, made Drew's back arch in pleasure.
Again, they felt the man smile against them. They couldn't even care. The pit that sat low in their gut hummed with energy that just got heavier the more passionate Derrick got.
"Don't stop, please, fuck, keep going." It was getter harder to put thoughts together. They felt dizzy. Derrick's fingers dug into their skin as he persisted, allowing his face to be pressed into Drew's pussy like an oxygen mask. One tongue moved to circle their clit again and Drew began to tremble, desire being carved out of them.
"More, please, please, so good, you're so good," they gasped. The vibrations of a moan from deep in Derrick's throat reverberated through Drew's body, and they didn't even see their orgasm coming until it flew through their body with waves of fire that felt like they reached the back of their eyes. The faint buzzing of the VCR in the room faded for a few moments as they rode it out, eventually feeling Derrick's gentle kisses and hearing his beautiful panting.
Opening their eyes, Drew looked down to see the demon's face wet with slick, pink all over and eyes dazed. His hair was sticking up all over the place. It was almost cute.
Although they were tired, Drew sat up and touched Derrick's arm, getting his attention.
"You okay?"
He cleared his throat. "I should be asking you that, I think."
Drew grinned and admitted, "Okay doesn't even begin to cover it."
He smiled back. Drew tilted his head up by the chin and wiped his cheek. "You're fucking good at that," they said softly.
"I know." He smirked, swallowed, and shifted on his knees. Drew looked down to see his apparent erection tenting his shorts. They had to cover their own smirk with their hand. Derrick's face somehow grew even pinker as he shrunk back. "I usually have more control over this kind of thing..."
Drew leaned over him, captivated. "You mean you can get hard on command?"
He frowned, crossing his arms. "I mean, sometimes. You make it sound weird."
"It is weird! That is so freakishly weird, Derrick. Oh, we are gonna be best friends." Drew climbed off the bed and onto the floor with him, situating themself carefully with a knee between his legs. They snaked a hand back into his hair, pulling his entire head back as they pressed their knee further against his groin. It was a delicious sight, this odd demon-man kneeling for them, painfully hard and not asking for anything. But by hell, were they going to give it to him.
Drew pulled on Derrick's legs, silently suggesting that he straddle them. So he did, looming over Drew, a look of wariness on his face.
"It's okay. You're the magic one here," Drew reassured. "You good?" they whispered against his lips before pressing a quick kiss to them. He immediately kissed back, stuttering in his movements but continuing on, as if his own actions shocked him.
With their bent leg under Derrick, Drew pulled their knee up just slightly before lowering it to the ground again. Derrick's breath caught as his clothed dick rubbed against their bare leg. Catching on, he began to grind into their leg, catching kisses between breathy moans.
"There we go," Drew hummed, entranced by the sight once more. Derrick gripped their shoulders tightly, now intensely focused on the movement of his hips. They could feel how hard he was, all from eating them out. It was flattering, yes, but they couldn't stop thinking about just how pathetic Derrick seemed. So pathetically beautiful.
They pulled his brown locks again, savouring the stutter of hips that accompanied it, and said, "You like that, huh?"
Derrick just sighed, "Mhm."
"Perfect. Beautiful."
Slow, desperate thrusts developed, and Drew grinded back against Derrick.
"You're so good, Derrick," they whispered intentionally in his ear, blowing soft air. "So good for me. Good at making me come."
Derrick whined, a decent gleam of sweat now on his forehead. "S'my j- my job. Oh, God."
"Don't say the lord's name in vain. Be good for him."
Derrick snickered. "Oh, fuck you, that's dirty." A dark spot had begun to grow on the front of his shorts, and Drew was feeling mean. "You don't seem to mind being dirty," they said, and palmed his dick through the fabric.
Looking down at the obscene sight, Derrick thrusting desperately between their bare leg and hand, he whimpered, hands tightening on Drew's shoulders. A drop of sweat fell from his hair.
"Keep going. You can keep going, Derrick, as much as you want. Whatever you want," Drew murmured, growing wet again just at the sight of him. They began moving their leg again, helping Derrick's movements and pushing him further towards the edge.
His head dropped and he rested his forehead on Drew's shoulder, breathless and flushed and now begging, "Please please please please please," so softly under his breath they had to strain to hear it.
Derrick moved his hands to the back of their neck, still gripping tightly, like he might be pulled back into the TV any second and needed to hang on to something. Drew wanted to see him come undone. They wanted someone to touch them and someone to listen, someone to be touched and be told and be looked at.
Derrick looked on the verge of tears.
"You're so beautiful," Drew said into his ear. That was all it took. Derrick muffled a sob by biting into their shoulder. He tensed up, stilled, but twitched, especially what Drew could feeling beneath their hand. They smoothed a hand over his hair repetitively, listening as his breathing slowly evened out into exhausted pants. Eventually, he raised his head again and wiped his eyes.
"You didn't need to do that," he said softly.
Drew rolled their eyes. "Yeah, but you needed it. Besides, that was hot. And, uh, I don't want you jerking off in my TV."
Derrick giggled and climbed off of them. "I won't." He looked at the ground, then the wall, then back at Drew. "Do you... need anything else?"
"Oh, no," they smiled. "Do you? Do demons drink water?"
"Yeah, no, I'm good. I can kind of just, uh..." He looked down at his soiled clothes, snapped his fingers, and in an instant he was sitting there in fresh shorts and... a purple t-shirt?
"Oh, God damn it," he sighed. "You sign up to being an all-powerful sex demon, and the one thing you can't do is not wear a shirt."
Drew stood, reaching for their underwear. "I'll... keep that in mind."
Derrick made his way to the TV and rubbed his face. "I should probably tell you I live in your TV now."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, you own the tape, so you kind of own me."
Drew's horrified face must have been apparent, because Derrick quickly corrected. "I-I mean, I'm at your disposal. You can get rid of the tape — and me — at any time. But if you don't, I'll be in there watching Planet Earth."
They nodded slowly, reminding themself that this is not a really weird sex dream. Probably. "Why would a sex demon watch Planet Earth?" was the question they ended up posing.
He just shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head. The TV, still inky black and buzzing with static, stood expectantly beside him. "Animals are freaky."
They both just looked at each other for a moment. Even though Derrick must have been used to these hookups — having sex with a stranger and being in their possession for an undetermined amount of time — he still seemed to look at Drew with curiosity.
Drew was already thinking about if or when they'd put the tape in next. "So... I'll see you later?"
"As long as you don't meet anyone cuter," Derrick winked. Setting a hand on the TV, he stuck a foot into the black. Seeming to have a foothold on something on the other side, he stepped in with the other, gave a smile to Drew, and slid back into the screen.
Drew's mind was strangely clear. It was probably a post-orgasm haze, but it lasted through their hot shower and late night snack and eased the journey into sleep as they lay down and pulled the covers over themself.