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"31 notes"

*Lucien and Inigo sitting in jail together*

Inigo: So who should we call?

Lucien: I’d call Kaidan, but I feel safer in jail

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rite of sin [m]

SYN: your evening starts off as a nightmarish betrayal from a friend, but you find that better things happen to those who are loyal.

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WARNINGS: praise, murder, demonic activity, demonic imagery, incubi, dacryphilia (if you squint with both eyes), voyeurism(vanessa did watch💀 ) fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex, penetration, sharp objects, blood.

the click of nails is what first draws your attention to look up, your friend vanessa tapping the acrylics against the wood of the bar. she doesn't need to speak for you to know she got another tattoo, the ink of what looks to be a strange red symbol on the back of her neck covered in a bandage told you itself. you took a swig of your smirnoff, not really interested in what she had to say. you had no real problems with vanessa, she was fun to be around when you looked for fun. but there were moments where she seemed like she was engaging in your friendship for selfish gain. asking you for money, telling you to leave your own house so she may call someone. she just seemed self-centered, so her offer now surprises you.

"so don't freak out, but me and the others planned a surprise for you." she squeals, and this time you wish she had told you about the tattoo. knowing her and everyone else, that surprise would soon find it's way back into their arms.

"do i get to keep the surprise this time?" you smile toward her, fake, and her gaze becomes steel.

"those were things i needed, ok? it's your fault you let me borrow them." she's quick to blame, so quick to make sure she's never the one wrong. you don't have the energy to deal with it.

"fine, ness. let's go see what you got me then." you smile, your eyes crinkling with how hard you're plastering the happy attitude. she seems to prefer this y/n compared to the real one. her arms pull you outside of the small bar, toward her car. her boyfriend, whose name you never bother learning seeing as it changes every other month, stands by the door with another friend, two actually. they offer shy waves and the boyfriend keeps his hand in his pockets.

"get in! we have to drive there." she smiles and you roll your eyes, climbing interesting the backseat and groaning when the two friends squish into your sides as they situate themselves inside her small four door.

"so, where is this grand surprise-" you freeze and go rigid as the woman to your left grabs onto you and pushes you against the seat, her hand pressing a cloth to your mouth.you widen your eyes and push against her grip, willing yourself not to inhale.

"please, y/n. just take a fucking breath. there you go." vanessa speaks, babying you as the other friend punches your gut. it causes you to take a deep inhale in shock. your ears go numb first, and then your arms. you swear your limbs fall asleep before you do, body going slack in the backseat. the world around you turns black, but you catch the others pulling hoods over their heads.

coming to, you first notice that every direction you can look there's a candle. and that your body is tied limb and limb to bed posts. you can't see behind you, but ahead you can see vanessa with her hood down, looking at you. she almost looks pitiful, demeaningly so. you feel a breeze and also make the realization you're naked, except for your pair of cotton panties. you have no time to be embarrassed, anger taking over your actions.

"if this is some kinky fucking bullshit you've roped me in ness i don't consent." you spit the words out, straining against the bed. vanessa clicks her tongue and shushes you. you shut up when you notice the knife in her hand.

"no, y/n. i told you time and time again that i don't find you attractive, didn't i? no, you're being sacrificed to a demon." she smiles, wild with no abandon. she raises the knife and you flinch, shutting your eyes. the sound of flesh being cut scares you, but when you realize it isn't your own you open your eyes. and immediately scream as you see she's holding a goat's head, the blood pouring over the bed and your bare skin. you gag. she throws the head to the side and sighs in relief, sending another smile your way.

"you can't be too upset. surely you didn't think someone like me was at a book club, right? I was planning, once I learned that little ol' you never had sex. now please, quiet yourself, the rituals beginning." she speaks, condescending, and begins to yell words.

no book club? she had a point, but you thought perhaps it was a guilty pleasure outside of being a sleazy party animal. but they are using it as a cult hangout to sacrifice a virgin? that's what they're doing to you? looking at the candles and the woman you once called friend chant some edgy poem you're sure she googled. virgin sacrifice, that's what you were.

"demon, we offer this virgin in turn for your servitude. do with her what you will." she finished her chant and you looked at her with baited breath, a deadpan look spreading across your face.

"good going, dumbass. you didn't get a demon but i am calling the poli-" you're cut off by every candle surrounding you shooting up, the flames licking at the ceiling and burning brighter than any fire you've ever seen. vanessa jumped back, eyes wide as she stared in horror behind you. you turned your body the best you could to see just what in the fuck she brought into her attic using you as a sacrifice. a man, although the horns and color of his skin told you he was nowhere near the same thing, stood, floating upward through a circle of flame. he came down onto his feet, graceful and quiet, opening his eyes to look at you. bright pink skin, feathered purple wings, pointed tail and piercing red eyes that trailed your body before staring at vanessa. he was clearly unimpressed or angry.

"it is true that i need a virgin sacrifice, but i will not serve you. i serve no one." the demon speaks, a voice soft and sultry, glaring at vanessa and the friends you couldn't recognize through their hoods.

"my lord, then we will serve you!" vanessa was pleading, afraid, and you thought it served her right. dumb bitch. he gave her no mind, a strange force pushing her back and pressing her body in a sick twist against the wall. he turned his attention to you.

"pretty, so pretty. what to do with you, hmm? what is your name?" he speaks with authority suddenly and you feel obliged to answer. he's a demon, and he's gorgeous. like sin and divinity mixed themselves into one being. and he could probably kill you easily, how could you not obey?

"y/n."

"y/n? such a beautiful name. you," he bends down to your eye height, a fanged smile gracing his face," can call me donghyuck."

"donghyuck? isn't that a very...human name?" you can't help the curiosity, you swear you've heard a similar name mentioned on tv or youtube. he smiles as he stands back up, flicking his hand toward you. your body floats upward, and for a split second you want to scream because you're not touching the floor. however, with his gaze staring at you so warm, inviting, you feel safer. you're also somewhat impressed he's holding a bed up with his mind.

"I have another name of course, but a demon's...publicly named by the first person who summons them. a young man in korea, many, many years ago chose my name, one i quite like actually. of course as an incubus i milked him of everything he had and left him to die in the middle of the wilderness where he summoned me." he explains, all the while he circles you, observing and studying your body. assessing it for further use.

"incubus? you drink blood or something?" you turn your head and trail his body as he steps out from behind you, coming to a stop. he comes closer and tilts your head up, your skin blushing underneath his touch. he places the bed down, chuckling at your fearful expression when he moves you.

"sweet, sweet thing you are. do you know why i require virgins, y/n?" he purrs your name, like it satisfies him just to say it. you shake your head, looking up at him through your lashes. there's something heavily erotic about the entire experience, although rational thought brings you back to the reality that he is an unholy creature summoned at your undoing. he drags his hand up your side, slowly, and you're shocked by how good it feels for him to caress you.

"because no one feels pleasure so soundly like someone who's never known it. it's the surefire way to get my attention. i feed on the screams, the moans, the whimpers. the juices and the cum that soaks a bedsheet after i'm done with them. incubi are sex demons, sweetheart." he explains perfectly, but all you can focus on his how much your body responds to his words. your clit aches, and you do some kegel in chase of something else. he smirks watching you, sitting beside you on the bed.

"it looks to me that i have you aroused. do i, pretty? does me talking make you want me?" he asks, low and sweet, and you whimper. because fuck, it does. you've only ever cum once or twice, on your own. it was awkward and probably didn't count in several books. this, however, aroused you. your underbelly was heating up quickly. you've never grown this wet before, but you can feel that you're close to spilling at the edges of your underwear or soaking through the fabric.

"a beautiful noise, but i want a word this time. tell me what you need." despite him asking what you want, his hand seems to already know. it runs at your thighs, deliberate. kneading and teasing as it grows closer. will it touch you? or will it stay where it's at, forever bruising your thigh?

"your hand. bring it closer to...me." you stutter the words and he smiles, bringing the hand to your stomach.

"do you mean here?" he presses his hand to your face, then retracts and ghosts along the indent of your lower lips, feeling warmth radiate from the spot. "or do you mean here?"

"there! touch me there!" you whine and try to move your hips closer to his finger, and he chuckles, crimson eyes slanting with his smile. his fingers retract their claws and press down, rubbing. he's so close to touching your clit, but he misses it by a fraction to run at your folds. it still feels so nice, and you wish you could kiss him in this moment.

"you want to kiss me? such a romantic, but i can not kiss you." he speaks, and you realize you spoke your want aloud. you pout and grind your hip against his hand.

"i know, i know. if i kiss you, you will be marked for death. and when you die, you will become a succubus. a female of my kind. i don't want that for you." he mutters the last words, but he smirks.

"however, i can kiss you here." he rearranges himself so he lays on top of your legs, bringing his pink hands to your breasts. the cold air and your arousal caused your nipples to harden and become sensitive. he wraps his lips around the bud of your left and sucks, tongue whirling around. you keen against his body, because wow. his other hand trails down your navel and catches onto the hem of your panties, pulling. you blush, whimpering and moaning as he continues his assault on your breasts. you look down to admire the view. his horns are so close to your face, so you do what you can to kiss the right. he stops, looking up at you. his expression is unreadable.

"you deserve a reward." you realize that the pink on his cheeks has gone crimson and he stutters. we're his horns sensitive? or was that a romantic spit for incubi? he kisses down your body and presses a kiss directly above your clit.

"fuck yes." you sigh the words out as he takes the bundle of nerves in his mouth, and sucks. his tongue, forked, prods at either side of the clit in a delicious way, you want him to do it forever. you reach for his head, surprised to find he undid the ropes without you looking. you take hold of his horn and press against his face. he moans into your clit, a beautiful sound you want to hear again. the vibration adds another sensation to your already fluttering core.

"you feel….fuck." you have no words as he twists his tongue quickly. the warmth in your underbelly only grows. he makes eye contact with you through his lashes, and moves his head up and down against clit, his tongue forking its way to tease your hole. your eyes don't leave him, despite your mouth falling open and letting out a breathy whine, biting the bottom lip to stop it. he pulls away and you whimper at the loss of contact, you were so close to something, you could only assume it was an orgasm.

"that was so fun, wasn't it pretty? and the noises you made, so delicious. i'm no where near full yet, so i am going to fuck you," he pauses in his words to slide his fingers against your lips ,"with my fingers. you have yet to earn my cock." he plunges his finger in before you can respond and you gasp, never having felt such a thing. it was a welcome intrusion, and you soon found you wanted more. pistoning his middle finger into you, tapping against your walls and rubbing the right spots.

"donghyuck, put another." you plead and he chuckles, but obliges. sure, if he extends your pleasure he can stay with you longer and feed for longer. but if you need more, that would make his meal taste even better. he brings his ring finger and slides it alongside, continuing the same movements before. his thumb brushes against your clit and you suck in your breath.

it was coming.

"yes, please like that fuck, fuck-" your hips begin to shake as you clench around his fingers, panting as the pleasure just builds and builds. he finger fucks you faster, hands moving at a rate you didn't think possible. you came, a blinding white feeling that had your head becoming lighter and your hips and count spasming. whimper and moans of all sorts escape your lips, donghyuck moaning himself because the taste of your ecstasy was indescribable. the shock of your orgasm and your situation muddle and you begin to hyperventilate, or pant, but a quick kiss to your lips stops you. you freeze. he freezes.

he kissed you? the shock goes away for a calmer, underlying fear. it seems donghyuck feels the same, because his hand goes rigid and he looks at you. his eyes, the color of blood, are shaking slightly. he looks close to throwing up, or crying.

"i didn't mean-" he takes a deep breath to calm himself and you're reminded of something, something you weren't thinking of at all. despite his demon nature, he was once human. and it seems making mistakes could still carry over. you bring your hand to his face, his mouth opening slightly.

"calm down. i'm not exactly afraid of death or clinging to this life. and if it means i become anything like you," your trail your hand down his face, biting your lip, "you can kiss me a thousand times." you smile, and he looks down at your navel. a strange heart rune has placed itself there, signaling you were going to die and born anew. there's no going back anymore, so he feels the next best thing to do is welcome you to the life properly.

"then sit tight, pretty." he pulls you upward, so now you're straddling him while you both sit, your knees surrounding his. he holds you close and kisses you again, properly and passionate. his lips taste sweet, and his tongue even sweeter. you wrap your arms around him and your fingers find the bar of his wings.

"don't." he warns in a low growl, but you feel his cock twitch from beside your thigh. he liked his wings being touched. of course, you couldn't let the opportunity escape, not when excellent purple feathers were inches away from your curious fingers. you massaged the base, and he stuffed his face into your shoulder, a muffled hum reverberating against your skin.

"you are going to be the death of me." he pants, and he bucks his hips against your own subconsciously. he goes in for another kiss, gasping for air as your tongues wrestle together.

"and you are the death of me, donghyuck. now, fuck me." you break away from your kiss to speak, giving him another one and pulling his lip between your teeth. he cradles your hip in his hand, the other taking a hold of his dick and running it along your folds. once he finds the spot, he stops and gives you a quick kiss. and then, he begins to ease himself.

"ooh-" you cut yourself off not to alarm him but what the hell? you thought it would be this great pain, but there's only a small pinch at the meeting between you two. he presses further until he's full hilt, and then moves his hips back to slowly thrust inward. you kiss him again to ground yourself.

"you're beautiful. did i tell you that?" he sighs the words out and pecks your jaw, making his way to your neck, biting and sucking. his hips roll fluidly against you, creating a rhythm slow and deliberate. you giggle at his words, because he's only said it like fifty times. you let out a sigh of your own as you start to feel the true pleasure of having a cock buried inside you.

"use your words, baby. tell me how it feels." he demands, in that same authoritative tone that buckles your knees.

"so good. wanna cum." you whimper as he fucks faster, rubbing against your walls so often you have no break from stimulation.

"my girl...wants to cum…, does she? where do you want…. me to cum?" he kisses your neck between each word, fangs pricking at the skin. you clench around him as heat pools in your abdomen.

"inside. wanna feel you inside." you whine, his thrust causing your noises to stutter. he growls at your request, his wings shuddering.

"pretty wants me to cum inside. such a good girl. does she deserve it?" he asks,and you nod rapidly, chasing the high that peeks around the corners.

"yes, all of it! please." you tear up as you speak, breathless and so in love with the pleasure you're feeling. you don't think you could go back to mundane life after this. every orgasm had to be him. only him. you're wrecked for.

"let me help you." he speaks quietly as his hand reaches for the bridge between you two, thumb flipping over your clit tenaciously. the dam breaks and you sob as your orgasm takes you, entire body clenching and shaking. you're sure any of your neighbors could hear you, screaming and crying. he cums after, his seed spraying against your sensitive walls and tickling your nerve endings. you shudder from the feeling, before going limp in his hold.

"going to sleep? i wanted a kiss." he fakes a pout and you smile tiredly, pressing your lips against his. the rune glows on your navel and you bite your lip at the small pinching feeling.

"aren't you supposed to kill the sacrifice anyways? why not make me a succubus sooner?" you ask, all rationale having left with your orgasm. no, this was real and you couldn't deny the thrill and want that being a demon gives you. he tuts.

"that's not how it works, my girl. you are marked for death, so you will die at the time you're meant to. and i don't kill the sacrifices." he pulls himself out of you and stands, glaring over behind you. you turn your body wearily, widening your eyes when you see a horror stricken vanessa plastered against the wall still. crying, with her voice stuck. she can't shout for help or run.

"i kill the summoners. I may be a demon, but i have a heart still. it's what makes us incubi so desirable." he raises his eyebrows up and down cockily as he stride over to her. the spell seems to wear off as what sounds like it could have been a scream dies off in her throat.

"y/n, don't let him kill me! i-i just got you laid, didn't i? you owe me!" she shrieks and you sneer, standing. you wobble, but ultimately come to your feet.

"i don't owe you anything, vanessa. perhaps a thanks for getting me out of my boring life, but i don't think you deserve it. you don't deserve anything." you hiss the words and she shakes her head, crying harder. you don't spare another glance as donghyuck's fangs extend and ravage vanessa. you hear a crunch and assume he's broken her neck. not being able to stop the dry heave, you sigh.

"it's not a good sight, pretty, so don't look. i will be waiting for you at the gates of hell." he speaks when he makes his way in front of you and you shake your head.

"i thought you were going to stay with me until i died?" you ask, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can.

"legally i can't. as a succubus created by the rite of sin, you have to wait out your death and descension alone. once they give you the once over and the rules, you have free will. but i will wait for you." he reassures you, and you watch as a circle of fire begins to slowly surround him, and he begins to sink into the wooden floor.

"rite of sin?" you ask, but he doesn't answer, the fire dying out and leaving you alone in a room with corpses and a bloodied bed.

"i think he forgot me." you jump when you hear her boyfriend's voice, shaky and fearful, and see him hiding in the corner. donghyuck surely wouldn't forget this asshole, would he?

no, he didn't forget. he gave you an opportunity.

you glance at the knife, cast aside when vanessa got thrown against the wall. you grab it and turn back to face him, his eyes widening with a gasp. fully naked, covered in blood, with a pink rune on your navel. and a knife in hand. you waste no time and run, stabbing him. over and over. and again. he screams loudly, the breath leaving his body causing his scream to fizzle out.

the police find you sitting calmly on the bed, messing with the knife.

and you simply smile when a fellow inmate slides her shiv against your throat, blood spraying and your vision going black. you'd see him again. even if the other prisoners called you a freak, and the police categorized you as insane. you'd see donghyuck at the gates of hell and start a life of debauchery and sin to your heart's content.

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I DONT KNOW HOW TO END FICS OR WHATEVER BUT I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS COMEBACK PIECE!! incubus! hyuck supremacy. also...I feel like the ending ant the plot line was kind of sloppy/cringe but I kinda can't be fucked with to change it.

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