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malice-ov-mercy · 4 days

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“You’ve broken me. All I can think about is you.”

Pairing: incubus!Adam De Micco x unnamed OFC

Content Warnings: mentions of death/dying, mentions of life/soul transferring (???), (im not entirely sure how to tag any of this to be completely honest)

Word Count: 600

Prompt from this list

“You’ve broken me. All I can think about is you.”

A/N: kind of a continuation of Adam’s Version. Also kind of just a mish mash of words.

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“You’ve broken me. All I can think about is you.”

A statement that was more like a plea, I stood firm, willing away the unpleasant feeling coursing through blood. Until now, I’d never feared Adam. Other than being a demon, he’d never given me reason.

Sinfully beautiful and dripping with faux innocence, his smile blinded me.

“My sweet lamb, that’s entirely the point.” His voice held no remorse or sympathy for the way he’s ruined me.

I suppose I can’t blame him because he’s right. Adam’s sole purpose is to wreak havoc, make me helpless, crazed, and so reliant on him that I become involent. He’s to strip me not only of clothes, but my humanity and will so I’m less inclined to resist the inevitability of my demise. Seduction was an art, and by the Devil, Adam was a master.

Naive I may be to think I’ve somehow had a positive influence on him, this creature of dark nightmares, but I hadn’t given up hope yet. I was bought, a purchased good, but I still believed that somewhere in the depth of his demonic heart and the place where his soul used to be that he cared for me—more than he’d admit.

He stole less of my life every visit. Often, he’d bring me morsels of others to replenish what he stole. Did that make me the same as him? I didn’t feel any different.

“You let me feast on you, allow me the pleasure of returning the gesture. You taste better when you're alive and full.” He’d say, pouring essence into me. Those kisses and intimate moments were my most cherished. He was most tender and lovingly giving me life.

Perhaps Adam was lying to himself like I was myself. He’s been this way for longer than he can remember. Maybe he’s just forgotten what it’s like to love. He’s capable of it, I’m sure.

I knew my fate was sealed the second he appeared in my unconscious mind. Death would sing her hauntingly beautiful melody and soon I would have to join her.

“I’m not sure how much more I can offer you, Adam,” I confessed. Clouds obstructed the soft sky blue of his eyes, hiding his intentions—something that’s never happened before.

“There’s… enough.” He didn’t sound convinced. “As long as you keep accepting my offerings.”

I memorized every crack and print of his lips, could draw a perfect replica if or if not my life depended on it, but—

This was nothing like any of the others we’d shared. Pieces of me instantly broke apart and flowed easily to him the second we connected. Not now. I didn’t feel the familiar yet odd tingle of another’s life filling me. I felt… an unusual heat, like the beginnings of an eternal fire. It spread through me quickly, delightfully burning from the inside out.

Dizzy and lightheaded, I clung desperately to him, unashamed of my desire. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, asking for a taste of mine. I sold myself to him, he no longer had to ask, I was his forever—but still he always asked and I swooned all the same, like I always did.

A harsh sting of teeth piercing my neck pulled a pained moan from me that quickly dissipated to one of pleasure.

“A sweet little lamb,” Adam rasped against my skin, his breath fanning the fire he started, “once so perfect, so pure, sent herself to slaughter.”

I threaded my fingers through his silken tousled curls, overwhelmed with arousal.

“What is a wolf to do when he can’t kill his prey?”

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malice-ov-mercy · 7 months

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“I’d sell my soul a thousand times over just for you.”

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Summary/Author’s Note: Do you ever get a word or phrase stuck in your head? That’s exactly what happened with this. Each story has the title in it. The writing style is different than anything else I’ve posted. I’m very proud of these five drabbles. I hope you all like them too. Links under the cut. As always, if there’s something I missed that should be tagged in the content warnings, please let me know!

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Ofc, Jolly x Ofc, Nick Folio x Ofc, Nicholas Ruffilo x Ofc, Will Ramos x Ofc, Adam De Micco x Ofc (could be read as x Reader, but I envisioned different characters for each story when writing)

Content warnings: truthfully, I don’t know. Each story has its own. Things to be mindful of: religious themes and tones, mention of mythology, fire, angst, sorrow, brief implication of blood, implied vampire Ruffilo, Siren Will

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Noah’s Version

Jolly’s Version

Folio’s Version

Ruffilo’s Version

Will Ramos’ Version

Adam’s Version

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malice-ov-mercy · 4 months

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Adam’s Version

“I’d sell my soul a thousand times over just for you.”

Pairing: Adam De Micco x OFC (could be read as Reader)

Content Warnings: 18+!, implied dub-con, incubus!Adam, implied sexual encounters (dreams), implied humiliation kink, implied mention of blood, brief religious theme/mention

A/N: I’ve not been able to get the thot of Adam as an incubus out of my head since I thought of this. Send help. or send incubus!adam

Word Count: 612

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Noah’s Version

Jolly’s Version

Ruffilo’s Version

Folio’s Version

Will’s Version

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He only comes to me in my dreams. He’s not real, a figment of my lewd imagination—but his touch permeates beyond my dreamworld. His nails are permanently scarred into my hips and back, markings to claim to my soul and body as his only. He is not kind. He’s coarse and harsh, like a steel wool brush. Handsome as sin and cunning as the Devil himself. Blue eyes, a prize winning smile, and a soft bundle of wavy curls.

The being had a name, but he refused to tell me, stating I wasn’t worthy and it was of no importance. I asked if I could bestow him one, and he pondered long and hard before agreeing.

I named him Adam. He rather liked the name.

I'm not sure if I have a choice, but I willfully submitted to Adam. I craved sleep and rarely spent my days awake. Sleep became addicting. He became addicting. He humiliated me for being so eager, which only fueled my sick, demented fantasy. I’d never begged for sex before, but I begged from him. Adam ruined me the first time he appeared in my dream. No man or woman made of flesh and bone could fulfill me the way he does.

When Adam didn’t visit, I felt my grip on reality loosening. My body and mind didn’t know how to cope without him. Could it be withdrawal if it was fabrication? Was it even fabrication anymore? His mark on my skin was as real as any other scar.

Every nerve and cell in my body ignited, responding in kind to his rough caressing and power when he returned. It was intoxicating and exhilarating but so unhealthy and harmful. He had me in the palm of his hand and I was none the wiser to the danger that lurked.

Adam devoured my essence, gluttonous and eager. His thirst never dwindled. He spoke with a clever and experienced tongue. He often referred to me as delectable, confessing he’d never been so enamored with a mortal before. Life was being drained from me with each erotic escapade.

I could tell I was losing myself, but I didn’t care. My sanity was being toyed with haphazardly, allowing Adam to further pull me under his spell and incapacitate me.

“I’d sell my soul a thousand times over just for you.”

My voice was so weak, feeble. Desperate and shamefully pathetic.

A sinister glint flashed in Adam’s eye with an evil smile to match.

“How long I’ve waited to hear those words, my sweet little lamb.”

Sharp teeth pierced my neck. He bit me countless times. I didn’t know he had fangs. Something coursed through my body. It wasn’t blood. I think it was my soul.

Fog formed in my head, enveloping my brain and clouding my senses. I lay there, completely helpless and at Adam’s mercy while he slowly feasted on my soul, pulling it from the depths of its home. I don’t know what would become of me or how important a soul was to mortals, but I cared not. As long as Adam had whatever he needed, I would be happy.

He already had my body and mind. He stole my heart at some point as well. Now he had everything. Mind, body, heart and soul.

“An Angel of of Death I am not,” His words spread over my neck like smoke. “Though Azrael was my given name.”

His forehead pressed to mine, a gesture far more tender than I expected. Red stained his lips and facial hair. Whatever he was, I hoped this wouldn’t be the last I see of him. I hope he stayed and finished devouring me.

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