#Adam and Eve have a complicated relationship

[aro-in-danyl]

Eve!Alastor AU with Fallen!Adam AU

Continuation of this post

A snake demon ascended to heaven, it's only fair that it's the first man that proves souls in heaven could also fall.

But of course, that wasn't quite correct.

Just like with the apple in Eden, it was Eve who had first eagerly jumped headfirst into sin. Consuming the apple and making a deal for access to hell; never thinking of the consequences.

That's how Adam thought of it in his more narcissistic moods. But in his fleeting self-reflective moments, he admitted that it was because she was more courageous, confident, and charming than he ever could be. And he loved her for it in the same measure that it made him insecure.

There was a reason both the women made for him had a personality that shown brighter than the light-bringer himself.

Eve did as she pleased, giving zero fucks about how others perceived her. When they'd both reunited in heaven, Adam observed how the angels saw Eve, they watched her like she was an equal. He was a joke to them, the second human to eat from the apple.

And now the second former angelic human soul to fall. What a fucking joke.

[written-in-flowers]

Eve and Her Apple: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, light angst

Word Count: 8k

Summary: A few weeks have passed since the golf course, and your feelings for Rafe have become complicated. Very complicated.

Tags: friends with benefits to lovers (?), forbidden romance, secret relatinship, slight mutual pining, brat!reader, dom!rafe, blackmail, hair pulling, dick slapping, face fucking, cum swallowing, masturbation w/ somene watching, dom/sub dynamic, cnc-ish play (very light), drug use (cocaine), sex under the influence, biblical references, car sex, outdoor sex, rough blowjob, orgasm delay, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, multiple locations, oral sex (f. and m. receiving/giving), clit play, nipple play, LOADS of dirty talk/fantasy talk, overstimulation.

Part 1 < | > Part 3

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Did Eve eat the apple because God forbade it? Was it knowledge she craved or a deeper desire for something she couldn’t have? Adam, understanding of his position in the Garden of Eden and aware of the way of things, would not even consider touching the apple. It wouldn’t cross his mind. Did Eve feel differently? Did she see the hanging apple and yearn for its taste? You wondered about this while sitting in the back of John B’s van.

“Do we really have to see this lame movie?” JJ said from his seat beside you. 

“Yeah,” Kie answered firmly. “It’s my birthday and we have to do whatever I want today. I want to see The Man on Mars, and that’s what we’re doing.”

“It’s just a boring old movie.”

You couldn’t help sympathizing with Eve these days. Once upon a time, you might’ve identified with Adam. You’d be going by Outer Banks rules and maintaining the status quo. But, ever since you started meeting up with Rafe, you no longer felt that way. The hanging fruit forever dangled itself right above you, and you gave into the temptation every time.

“...It’s a cult classic,” she argued. “You’ll get it once you’ve seen it. YN loved it when she saw it at my house, right YN?”

“Yeah, yeah, it was great,” you responded distractedly, using your phone to keep out of the conversation. 

On the screen, you’d left your last conversation open. JJ’s position kept your screen out of view, so you felt safe looking at it. 

‘Let’s meet up tonight. I need you.’ 

Rafe often sent you stuff like this. At times, he’d tell you his obscene fantasies and other times he’d say sweet things as lovers do. You knew he likely did not want a real relationship with you. His friends would rag or question him for dating a Pogue. Your friends would gasp and scold you for considering the idea. They were God telling Eve to stay away from the apple tree. During the silent moments, you wondered if it was a good idea, but then you remembered what Rafe held over your head. 

“...I personally don’t mind it,” Pope said across from you. “I’ve seen bits of it, and it seems okay.”

“It’s in Figure Eight territory.”

He’d saved screenshots of things you posted on your OnlyFans and Twitter profiles. Yeah, you’d deleted them as instructed, but he carried enough evidence to prove it's you. Sometimes, you wanted to call his bluff. You wanted to tell him to go ahead and post what he had; you didn’t care. But then, that serpent called humiliation slunk its way into your gut and wrapped itself around it. You’d think of your friends’ faces and their shock. Boys around town would start harassing you for sex while girls looked down at you. It’d be used against you in every argument, and make you the subject of gossip to last forever. You didn’t want to think about your parents’ reactions. They both worked hard so you could focus on school. Your acceptance into the local college made them happy, since you’d be the first in your family to attend. They wanted you to do well. Also, they’d likely tell you that wasn’t how they raised you. People around town saw you as a ‘good girl’. You didn’t want that to change because of your secret hobby. 

“So what?” Sarah said from the front seat. “We have as much right to be there as them.”

“Says the former Kook herself,” JJ said snidely with a playful smirk, earning chuckles from everyone. 

Rafe made you feel different. Not just in the ‘mind-blowing-sex’ sort of way, but something deeper and more meaningful. There was more to him than drugs, booze, sex and his country club. He carried demons inside him that not even your watery eyes and fake sobs could heal. You saw it whenever he grew particularly upset. Something dark took him over, and it was hard for him to fight it off. You grew closer together in those moments. You’d bring him close to you, stroking his soft hair and cradling him to your chest. He said you brought him peace. The bad voices in his head quieted whenever he was with you. Hate and anger often washed away, and he’d be left with nothing but love. 

“You guys, it’s Kie’s birthday,” John B said, “And if she wants to see a lame movie, then we’ll see it.”

Those moments made you believe his feelings went past lust. You’d be sliding into that thought, and then he’d do a one-eighty and suddenly he’s only interested in sex. As much as you enjoyed the things he did to you, emptiness and shame often lingered afterwards. If he harbored any real feelings for you, it’d be less terrible. You did like the softer things he did. He’d been the one who bought your new necklace. On a string of gold hung a rose carved out of rose quartz the size of a dime, petals bordered in glittering gold. It was the most expensive thing you owned. You told your friends your parents got it as an acceptance gift to avoid awkward questions. You smiled whenever you touched it, recalling his gentle tone and loving eyes. 

‘I just, you know, thought my girl should wear nice stuff sometimes.’

A few nights ago on his family's boat, the two of you grabbed a few beers, chips, snd hung out underneath the stars. Eith nobody home, you enjoyed each other's company in peace. While suggestive comments and innuendos were made, neither of you went past kissing for most of it. He pulled the necklace out of his pocket halfway through the night, while you smoked a joint and enjoyed the ocean waves. He pretended it was no big deal, being nonchalant and indifferent, but you saw right through him. 

‘I thought we agreed no romantic gestures, Cameron,’ you'd said playfully, letting him put the necklace on you. 

‘We did. This isn't romantic. I want you to wear it so you remember that you're mine.’

‘Hm, that sounds borderline romantic to me.’

You remembered his hesitation. ‘Consider it a platonic gift.’

“We’re here,” John B parked on the outskirts of a community building. “Let’s get going.”

As a fundraiser for the high school, a booster club hosted an outdoor showing of an old sci-fi movie Kie happened to like. You personally didn’t care either way, since you always had a good time with your friends. But, that guilt of lying to them started gnawing at you as you all made your way to the large crowd. JJ, Pope and John B took out lawn chairs and a cooler, planning to find a place to set up; Kie and Sarah went to get tickets while you went off to buy snacks. Standing in line, you wondered how Eve felt after eating the apple. Did the guilt fester inside her during a long silence or did she admit her crime right away? Knowing the story, she’d been punished. You knew your friends. Yeah, they might get upset by it, but you couldn't imagine them casting you out or never speaking to you again. They wouldn’t hate you. Or would they? 

You turned to the crowd where you saw JJ unfolding a chair. If your actions hurt anyone, it’d be the blond surfer with a charming smile and good sense of humor. That’s your Adam. That is who you are crafted to be with, and it made sense in your little Pogue world. People honestly expected it despite your age difference: JJ was sixteen while you'd just turned nineteen. JJ is safety. JJ is familiarity and certainty. He is the Adam to your Eve. Rafe is the serpent, whispering promises and sweet words as it pushes you to the apple. Eve chose the serpent and his apple. Should you make the same choice or risk God’s wrath?

“Hey, beautiful.”

You knew his presence before he said a word. Several weeks had passed since the golf course, and you’d become intimately familiar with Rafe’s body. You kept facing forward, and made another step to the snack table. 

“Hey,” you replied over your shoulder. 

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said, “Now I have something better to pay attention to than this dumb movie.”

“If you think it’s dumb, why are you here?”

“Topper.”

“Topper?”

“He heard Sarah was going to be here, and the dumbass thinks he can still win her back,” he huffed. You imagined him shaking his head and fixing his cap. Ever since he learned you liked his backwards cap look, he wore it more often. Though, of course, you preferred him naked the most. “I told him he’s wasting his time but dude is whipped.”

“Sarah’s with John B now. There’s no way he’s breaking that up.”

You spotted the young couple by the sitting spot. She stood on tiptoes to kiss him before smiling happily. You remembered the outcry when John B admitted to dating Sarah. Kie disapproved full heartedly, while JJ and Pope wavered in theirs. You saw the break in Outer Banks rules, and the crossing of enemy lines should be frowned upon. Yet, when you saw the pair together, wrapped in their undeniable love for each other, you found peace with it. Having once been a Kook, Sarah left everything behind to be with him. It was the forbidden romance of movies and TV. You didn’t share that with Rafe, and likely never really would. 

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said close to your ear. “I love it when you wear your hair up.”

“It’s hot out. I didn’t want it to get all frizzy and stuff.”

Nothing to do with the subconscious habit of putting it up how he liked. A shiver went down your spine when a finger traced the back of your necklace. 

“You're wearing it today,” he pointed out. 

“I wear it everyday.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

You got to the front of the line and bought an array of drinks and snacks for everyone. Everything in you yearned to turn into his arms. All the stress from lying and deceiving your friends weighed too heavy to carry. The scent of his expensive cologne and soothing voice became the medicine to your pain. You resisted like Eve resisted the serpent. Even as the phantom sensation of his arms came, you moved to leave before you betrayed yourself. 

“I miss you,” he whispered, grabbing your wrist to hold you next to him. “Shit’s been crazy and…I need you.”

He wanted to be with you. It was these moments that hurt the most. “I miss you too,” you said, giving off the usual disdain your friends expected. 

His thumb rubbed the back of your wrist, and he let you yank your arm away. You walked off, putting up a disgusted front as you went back to the group. Everyone took a snack and Pepsi from you before you sat down beside JJ. 

“Rafe is bothering you again?” he asked, popping his can open. 

“Yeah, but it’s no big deal.”

“What did he say to you?”

That he missed you. That in the chaos of his life, only you gave him a semblance of peace.“Nothing out of the ordinary,” you answered, “Just the usual gross bullshit.” 

JJ’s jaw clenched, “Somebody should teach him how to talk to a girl.” 

You giggled, “And that’s gonna be you, JJ?”

“It could be. He’s always bugging you and making you uncomfortable,” he drank from his can, “And…I don’t like it.”

This pushed a blade deep into your heart. JJ was much younger than you. Sixteen and still in high school, surely he knows he has no chance with a college girl. Plus, you’re friends. It’d ruin your friendship if you guys hooked up. You saw what that’d done to Pope and Kie when they did. Yes, they worked through it and back to their friendship, but she admitted to slight awkwardness. You didn't want that with JJ, who made you smile so easily. You listed all these reasons as you opened a packet of chips. JJ will eventually move onto somebody else. His interest bounced around from girl to girl regularly. He’ll get over you. 

At least, that’s what you hoped happened. 

The movie soon started, the black and white film playing on a large projection sheet. Your friends engrossed in the movie, none of them noticed your phone lightly buzzing in your jacket pocket. You knew better than to open the message with them so closeby, but you still took it out. 

‘I’ve been thinking about what we did last time all day.’ 

You’d done it in his truck last time. The both of you met up in the dead of night by The Boneyard, a deserted area of the island where it was easy to not be spotted. His black truck parked on the outskirts, he’d laid out a blanket in the bed and ravished you right there. Yes, he handled you with his usual roughness, but not as badly as that first time. You sensed the loving caresses behind his tight grips; you heard the words of love laced into his dirty talk. Your cheeks flushed remembering it yourself. You thought about his heavy body on top of yours, hands on his shoulders and legs around his waist. You mostly thought about why you’d met up: he’d needed your soft sighs and kisses to calm the storm raging inside him. Apparently, he’d spent money he shouldn’t have and now he needed to come up with it before his dad found out. Rafe often did things he shouldn’t, then regretted it afterwards. You liked to think holding you soothed him somehow. 

‘Did you ever get the money back?’ You texted back, not wanting to test emotional waters at the moment. 

‘Yeah, sold some coke at a party and used it for those dumb generators,’ he responded in record time. ‘I have some on me if you’re interested.’

‘What’s it gonna cost me? A blowjob?’

‘I was going to say nothing, but I won’t say no to that mouth. Nobody throats me like you do.’ 

‘Meet me by my truck in like 20 mins? Topper’s starting to annoy me.’

Even Eve showed hesitation. It’s wrong of you to take yourself away from her special day, knowing she wanted to share it with you. You casted a glance over at Kie. Your best friend. Your closest confidant that you were currently lying to. She’d been looking forward to you guys hanging out on her birthday, since it was hard for you to get away from work and school. You’d decided to make one lie true and work with your mother cleaning houses. It didn’t pay like OnlyFans, but you found tranquility in the constant work. 

‘Later? It’s Kie’s birthday and I don’t want to just bail on her.’

‘Not even for a quick one? We’ve had quickies before.’

‘Sorry, hun. You’re just going to suffer in your horniness a bit more.’ 

‘I’m destroying you when I catch you.’ 

‘Looking forward to it,’ you replied, smirking slyly to yourself. 

You left JJ’s side for Kie’s, planting your seat there. “This movie isn’t that bad,” you whispered, taking some popcorn from her. 

You put Rafe from your mind, and concentrated on the movie. You wanted to put your effort into making Kie’s birthday the best. You even silenced your phone to avoid temptation. Having seen it with Kie, the both of you whispered about certain parts and laughed at the movie’s very terrible special effects. It felt like before you and Rafe. It reminded you of times that were unburdened by secrets and lies. You let yourself soak in the moment instead of paying any mind to the man in the back of the crowd. 

When the movie ended, you all planned to end the night at John B’s house with beer, pizza and a cake you’d baked yourself. Climbing back into The Twinkie, you took your phone out of habit. Several messages from Rafe proved he’d truly been bored throughout the film. 

‘Topper won’t SHUT UP about my sister. Dude’s her bitch, I swear. He’s like Sarah this and Sarah that. I told him he’s better off without her, but when does anyone listen to me?’

‘You actually like this movie?? I never thought you would. It’s so dumb.’ 

‘I guess it ain’t that bad if you like it.’

‘Can’t wait to get you alone. I love anything you wear, but you look best when you’re naked and cumming on my dick.’

‘You’re going to be crying by the time I’m done with you, slut.’ 

These and several more had you concealing a cackle. You put it away without answering, knowing he’ll see you had read it and chose not to answer him. Rafe didn’t like being ignored by you. You knew the feeling. He often returned the favor, going hours without answering even your naughtiest of texts. Perhaps you both liked the game. Perhaps the serpent enjoyed taunting Eve and much as she enjoyed taunting him. You only answered when you reached The Chateau. 

‘Looks like Topper isn’t the only one who’s whipped.’

“Here,” Kie came over to you at the picnic table with a beer. She handed it to you and sat down on the table. “So, who’s the guy?”

“Huh?” 

“The reason you’ve been glued to your phone all night,” she said with a knowing smirk. 

You wanted to tell her, consequences be damned. But, the whole situation sounded so ridiculous and embarrassing. Where would you even start? You hardly processed it yourself, so how can you explain it to her?

“Nobody important,” you answered, putting your phone down and opening the beer. You took a sip of the foamy drink, and said, “Just a ‘for-fun’ guy. Good in bed, but boring otherwise.”

“Is it that tourist from the kegger?” 

The tourist from the kegger. A sleazy guy with boring conversation whose name you hardly remembered made for a poor Rafe substitution. You nodded, “Yeah, that guy. It’s whatever, honestly.”

“He’s still in town?”

“He extended his stay apparently.” You hated how good you’d become at lying. “I don’t even think I’ll meet him.” You needed to change the subject, “What about you? What happened with that conservation guy?” 

You listened to her talk about her meaningless connection to a guy she’d met at the party. The tourist was meant to take Rafe out of your mind. He’d been a lanky, skinny dark-haired beauty who played guitar and sang for his indie band. You barely paid attention to anything he said; getting into his pants was your main focus. Anything to wash Rafe out of your head. Sadly, that hadn’t worked. The tourist didn’t have Rafe’s aggression or tenderness. His bony, clammy hands didn’t match up to Rafe’s thicker, warmer fingers. His voice was higher compared to Rafe’s low groans. The dirty talk didn’t do anything except make you giggle from cringing. At the end of it, it was Rafe who finished you. 

‘You’re lucky I don’t post those screenshots right now, bitch. Get on your knees. I’m gonna remind you who you belong to so you never forget.’ 

He’d left you sore and tender on his bed quivering and teary eyed. It was his gentle kisses and praises that kept you from slipping. He’d apparently kept aloe vera by his bed, and ice packs in his refrigerator. You didn’t think he had a soft side until then. He’d let you stay over, cuddled in his arms, and snuck you out the next morning before anyone woke up. 

‘Wowwwww I text you and you ignore me??’ 

His text made you giggle. You left it unanswered, being brought to an impromptu dance floor JJ created and twirled around. The both of you danced to the pop music Sarah played, drinking and munching on the pizza on the table. You let yourself drown in the small party. If you kept checking your phone, they’d catch onto you. You only paused to take a photo of the beer can on the table, then texted him. 

‘Sorry, been a bit busy.’ 

He responded with a photo of a small white bag on his lap. ‘I got something better waiting.�� 

The offer might be nice, but it was his hand that enticed you. Veins more noticeable than usual, the scale of his hand to the bag created ideas in your head. The beer left you feeling loose and warm, craving Rafe’s hands. 

‘Where?’

‘Boneyard.’

‘I'll think about it 😝’

‘You're definitely getting it now.’

And you really couldn't wait. 

****

His truck parked underneath an old tree, tingles bursted when you imagined him behind the tinted windows. Already, you could feel his hard body flushed against yours, his mouth in places that elicited sparks from your loins. Rafe brought out an excitement in you that most men these days could not. When they kept a mild interest, Rafe’s ability to ensnare you should be studied. You might’ve thought he’d taken lessons from Lucifer himself with how easy he did it. Like a snake with its prey, he coiled around you and never let you go. You didn’t want to either. 

A cool salty breeze met you when you stepped out of your car. Taking in lungfuls, your nerves suddenly dissipated when the driver’s door opened. You drank him in as if you’d never see him again. Wearing a plain tshirt and shorts, he made the most casual of outfits damn near lethal. Perhaps that was the alcohol buzzing in your system. Maybe it was your ever growing desire for him. It might even be that annoying voice in the back of your head that created images of something more. 

When he reached you, his arms instantly went around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You buried your face in the soft cotton, inhaling his scent. A familiar woodsy scent came off him all the time, and you couldn’t stop yourself from drowning in it. Your mind associated him with the scent, causing you to think of him if you caught a wisp of it. He did not wait to show his eagerness for you, immediately pressing you to the truck bed and holding you there. Whether he confessed it or not, Rafe’s longing for you came in each deep kiss.

“You kept me waiting on you,” he murmured between kisses. “I’m sitting at home, desperate for you, and you kept me waiting.”

“It’s fun making you squirm a little,” you giggled before he sealed it with another kiss. “Humbles you, you know?”

“I’m far from humbled, sweetheart.” 

He quickly opened the truck bed, and nearly threw you on to a dark blue wool blanket. You hit the bed hard, bringing a shock of pain that went up your back. Rafe ignored your cry, and climbed on top of you right away. He became the entire world to you, blocking out the sky and waves around you. He pushed your thighs apart with his hips, and rested himself between them as he kissed up your neck. Your fingers slid right into his slicked back hair, tangling in the roots and scratching his scalp. Fire rose up from under your skin, reaching your cheeks as it stirred your arousal. How could one person ignite your desires so easily? You would’ve thought he’d taken his time studying it when he looked at your old content. He set fire to you with only a few kisses and touches. But even Eve felt the same rush as she bit into the apple of knowledge. You sunk your teeth into a forbidden fruit, and wanted more of it. 

He brought you in for another kiss, a hand wandering up to your chest as he did so. Rafe lifted your flimsy halter top over your breasts, your bra turning into another annoying layer. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling of his lips crossing over the tops of them, making notes of the shape and warmth of his lips. They caressed the round curves, giving the supple flesh small bites while he gradually raised the bra over. You let out a small pleasurable gasp when he finally cupped them both, kissing over the pebbled nipples and softly sucking them. 

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he muttered against one, working his way to the center and flicking the very center. “They’re so soft,” he tugged one with his teeth, dealing out shots of pain and pleasure, “And they look so pretty with clamps on them.” He said this with his cocky smirk as he gave the other side the same treatment. “Maybe I’ll do it next time, hm? Would my slut like that?”

“Yes, sir,” you sighed, pushing your chest into his mouth for more of him. 

“Noted.”

This promise earned him a roll of your hips. His hard bulge poked your inner thigh through layers of cotton and denim, tempting you. You held onto his shoulders, fingers digging into them as you started sliding against it. The simple motion brought on heavy panting and soft whimpers. 

“I was told there’d be coke?” You asked playfully, pushing your chest out to his eager mouth. 

“Right here.”

He rifled in his pocket for the small balled up bag. Cocained wasn’t typically your drug of choice, but anything from Rafe was good with you. You watched him dump a small amount on your left breast, making a small line before putting his nostril to it. The brief inhale tickled you and you let out a soft giggle. Though, this was then covered by a moan when he licked the remaining residue which ended in another suck on your nipple. He snorted a second line on the other side, making sure to skip his tongue over the hard peak before handing you the bag. Switching positions, you lifted his shirt to reveal his toned abdomen and chest, mouth agape at the firm body underneath you. The movement caused his pants to sink down an inch past his waistline, revealing the tantalizing space above his groin. You teasingly unbuttoned the pair, his bulge sticking out from the opened zipper. 

“You want to see it that bad, huh?” he taunted, hands going under his head in a relaxed position. 

“Always.”

You sprinkled a bit on the indent of his v-line, the white powder just barely visible in the half light. You held a side of your nose down, then quickly inhaled the drug before the urge to breathe came. The harsh burn broke through your nostril, causing you to cough from the harshness going down. You knew it’d only take a few minutes to kick in for just one line, but this didn’t stop you from doing a second on the other side. Licking up what you left behind, you started groping the hard muscle poking your chin. Still semi-hard, it moved against the curve of your palm when you grabbed it. Rafe gave a contented sigh and even shifted when you rubbed the shaft starting to fully harden at your touch. The heat radiating through the boxers joined the spongy muscle pressing to your face, and you couldn’t help kissing up to the throbbing head. You continued stroking and kissing him through his underwear, a tang of saltiness seeping through after a while. The drug in your system started doing its euphoric magic, and seeing the bag with a little bit left, you knew you'd be taking more soon. 

The teasing brought Rafe to his boiling point, and your excitement soared. A hand sunk into your hair, roughly grabbing your head and yanking it away as he pulled his cock out for you. No lustful words. No warning. Not even a hasty, breathy command. Rafe pushed his tip to your lips and you instantly opened up. Your clit throbbed the moment the heavy, thick cock filled your mouth. You remained still to let him guide himself further in, moaning when the head reached the back of your throat. His thrusts started quickly right away, his moans filling the air when you greedily sucked on it. Each throbbing vein, every hard inch that passed your lips became slick with drool. You pictured the moment when he'd finally fill you with it, pumping hard and fast like that delicious first time. You thought about that more than anything else. The taste of him started leaking from the head in small beads, smearing on your tongue each time he pushed inward. You swallowed them, letting him feel the motion when he hit the back. Rafe moaned particularly loud at this, holding you to his pelvis to thrust in and out of your throat. Even when your jaw and cheeks began aching, you continued sucking him. 

He grunted when he pulled out, leaving strings of saliva and precum between you. It dribbled from your lips to your chin, falling to the cock right under you. He slapped his length on your face, wet spots dotting your cheek with every tap. You tried catching it somehow, tongue out with hopes of getting it again, but he kept it well out of reach. He chuckled at your weak attempts before sinking himself back into your mouth. You held onto his thighs as he pushed deep into your throat once more, holding you there despite your gagging and choking. 

“Let’s see how long you can hold it there,” he sneered, pulling you off to let you breathe before pushing you back onto him. You muffled his name, and he chuckled. “What was that? I can’t quite hear you.” You pretended to be pushing away from him, knowing he liked a little resistance sometimes. You protested once more, shaking your head before he forced you back to the base. “Huh? You want me to cu-cum d-down your throat?” he asked, panting softly as you tried withdrawing again. “Well, if that’s what you want.”

He let you back up, smiling at your harsh coughing and gasping. You knew your knees and throat would ache in the morning, but it’d be worth it. “Ra-Rafe,” you croaked, licking your swollen lips, “Please…”

“Give you my cum?” He finished, holding you by the chin now. “We can’t end the night without filling your holes with cum, can we?” 

“It h-hurts,” you made an attempt to escape his grasp. 

“But you wanted this,” he said, “It’s what sluts like you deserve.” 

He forced you back on him, guiding you regardless of your aching neck and body. “You’re going to regret making me wait for it like that,” he said, his muscles starting to tense and his grip on you tightening. “I…I fucking…fucking own you, bitch,” he went faster and you sucked harder, “You come to me when I tell you to. You don’t get to decide if we fuck or not, got it?” he forced you all the way down, “Got-Got it?”

You could only nod and let him keep going. Your body shivered with anticipation at what would happen next. It’s what you’d wanted since you saw him earlier. It was a craving that only Rafe could satisfy; a need only he supplied. Not a single thought broke through your mind as the droplets became thick ropes going down into your throat. More and more came out in every stroke, Rafe’s moans elongated and strained. You looked up at him, tears stuck on your lashes and spilling from your lower lash line, and swallowed. He finished with a final shudder, then took a minute more before finally releasing you. Your scalp aching, your jaw and cheeks worn out, you cleared your throat after swallowing the last of his cum. You’d begun taking off your shorts when he stopped you. 

“Nu-uh,” he shook his head, carefully rolling you onto your back, “You made me wait. Now you’re waiting too.”

You should have known he’d do this to you. He helped you out of the bed, and while you hoped for at least a kiss, you received nothing. Your body felt like it was on fire. The pressure remained, and even the light brush of your underwear made you tremble when you slid into the passenger’s seat. You knew he’d drive you back here in the morning for your car like before. You tried not wiggling too much nor thinking about what you wished he was doing as the truck started up. 

Rafe passed you a water bottle and a tissue, and you cleaned yourself up on your own. His taste still remained after you washed it down, and this only furthered your arousal. Yet, your thighs still clenched together when the slightest vibrations came from the seat. 

“Rafe,” you whined his name, desire causing you to lean back in the seat and show off your body to him, “I’m sorry I teased you. I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” he said sternly, focused on the road. “You’re mine, and you know that. I let that movie shit slide because Topper’s too observant for his own good, but the texts? You know better.” 

“I only wanted to do it a little,” you pouted. You felt up his arm, wishing he’d take off his shirt again so you could feel every inch of him. You leaned into his ear, placing a delicate kiss on the outer edge, “Just enough so you’d wreck me when you got me alone.” 

Rafe bit his tongue in hopes of resisting the lips brushing a weak spot. You rested your hand on his lap and gave his inner thigh a light squeeze. Weeks of sleeping together taught you both each other’s sensitive points. You learned the special zones of his body; you studied them until you knew exactly what to do to turn him on. He did the same, knowing what spots turned you into putty in his hands. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve pounded my tight holes,” you continued, hand sliding up and down his muscled thigh. 

“Been busy,” he said firmly, though you heard him starting to falter. 

“Yeah, but you have stuff to jerk off to when you miss me,” you nuzzled his neck and kissed the curve of it. “I only have my imagination and videos where I can pretend it's you doing it to me.” 

“YN…” 

“I’m always at home, playing with my toys and wishing it was you,” you said, reaching his groin for a second. He’d just finished cumming, but here he was already getting hard. You loved that about him. You didn’t have to wait as long as with other guys. “I really like using the one you got me too. It’s just as big as you, and makes it easier to imagine you.” Your own dirty talk caused your sex to pulse in your panties. 

“That’s why I got it for you,” he said, coughing and making a turn back into town. You noticed he was heading north towards Figure Eight, and not The Cut. “What do you, um, think about?”

“Nothing particularly weird,” you shrugged, fingers dancing up and down his crotch. “Just you kidnapping me, taking me somewhere private and doing whatever you want with me.” You purposefully whimpered in his ear as you bit the earlobe softly. “You fucking me for as long as you want, muffling my screams with duct tape so nobody hears me begging you to stop…” Delicately, you took one of his hands and put it between your thighs. Automatically, he started returning your teasing movements, getting you to moan in his ear. “Thinking about you doing whatever you wanted to me gets me so wet, and I really mean that. Anything, Rafe. I want to be your special toy; a set of holes that are yours to do whatever you please with.”

“Fuck, you’re so dirty and horny,” he almost chuckled. 

“And you love it,” you said. 

“I do,” he confirmed, “I really do.” Long digits traced the inner seam of your shorts, focusing on where your clit was from time to time. You raised your hips for him to touch more, but as expected, he went at his own pace. “I’ve never done things like that with other girls. They’re always too prudish. Honestly, they all talk up a big game but once I get ‘too rough’ or ‘too weird’, they back out.” He looked over to you when he stopped at a red light, “But not you.” He gazed down to your chest, which you’d covered back up before getting into the car. “I could tell you to show me your tits right now and you’d do it.”

And you did, knowing an order when you hear one. This time, you completely removed your top and pulled your bra down, fully exposing his favorite part of you. Luckily, the streets were empty, so Rafe lingered at the light to stare at them without a problem. Cupping them, you whined at pinching and rolling your own nipples, unable to stop squirming from the arousal inside you. It elevated when Rafe grabbed one, brushing his thumb over the sensitive spot to hear you whimper again. 

“See?” he said, staring at your chest. “No other girl would do this for me.”

Neither of you mentioned how the subject of his blackmail material played a part in it. It started out that way: you only doing things to keep him from outing your internet persona to the whole town. But, as time went on, you started loving these little hookups. Rafe became the guy who fulfilled your every fantasy. You couldn’t picture yourself doing this with anyone else. He let go of you and continued driving. Since he never said otherwise, you kept playing with your breasts for him. Licking two of your fingers when he glanced your way, you stared at him as you rolled them around one of your nipples. The wetness made it harden, and you gave it a small tug between the two fingers. Being so exposed in a semi-public space only aroused you more; knowing any passerby might catch a glimpse through the windshield made you want more from him. Rafe liked public sex, especially if people happened to be nearby, and you never failed to indulge him.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered as you got closer to his neighborhood. 

One hand still teasing your tits, you unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts and pushed your hand inside. Finally getting some kind of contact, you let out a soft moan when your fingers slid over your moist lips. The velvety outside felt damp from the pooled juices in the middle; you only rubbed the folds around your hard clit, teasing the sweet pearl poking from under its hood. Rafe took deep breaths when he heard your moans, likely doing his best not to give into his desires right there in the car. You loved teasing him to the breaking point. The idea that only you could turn Rafe Cameron into a frustrated, horny mess stroked your pride a bit. Is this what Eve did upon seeing the serpent in the garden? Maybe she tempted him first. She might’ve desired more than the fruit of knowledge. Adam might have bored her, and she wanted something better, something different and erotic. You didn’t blame her. Every guy seemed so bland compared to Rafe. 

“Take those off,” he said, “And lean back.”

Shifting around, you only removed your shorts to show the drenched spot in your underwear. You continued sliding your fingers up and down your pussy, occasionally circling your clit to bring out the moans he craved. If any other guy asked this of you, you’d turn them down right away. They didn’t earn the privilege like Rafe did. Damn the evidence he had. Damn his empty threats. Rafe could burn it all and you’d still give yourself over to him. Once you had a bite of him, you simply could not stop. 

“You’re fucking drenched,” he breathed, swallowing the tightness in his throat. “Other girls I know act like they’re too good to suck me off, but here you are getting wet from just that.” He reached over and placed his hand over your own. You allowed him to guide you on your own pussy, shivering at the small amount of pressure he applied. “Why is that, I wonder?”

“Because I’m a slut,” you said, knowing what he wanted to hear. “A big slut that loves your cock.”

“Only my cock? Nobody else?”

“Yes.” 

“Good,” he smirked when you moaned at a particular spot, “No competition then.” 

He continued teasing you while he drove. By the time you reached Rafe’s house you were dripping and aching for him. When he parked, he took a moment to lean over to you. A loud moan broke through when he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked it. Your entire body lit up from his mouth and hand alone. Other guys had to go a lot to get you worked up these days, but Rafe did it as if it were second nature. 

“Little slut,” he said, tongue swishing over your nipple. “I bet you’d let me fuck you right here instead of on my bed inside.”

“That’s how turned on you make me,” you huffed, eyes closed as the overwhelming sensation took over. “I’d do it wherever you wanted,” your hand sunk into his hair again, “As long as I got to cum on your cock.” 

“I believe that,” he laughed, softly biting your nipple. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping down to your tight little ass.” 

He sucked your tits for a bit longer, then pulled away. You knew what to do without him asking. As he slid out of the driver’s seat, you fixed yourself back up. This time, when you opened the door and moved to get out, Rafe easily lifted you into his arms and set you on the ground. He held you for a moment, giving a long, passionate kiss before leading you into the house. His house, richly decorated and bigger than your own, was dead silent. Even if his parents and sister weren’t home, you knew his youngest sister, Wheezie, was. From what you’d heard from Rafe, the girl had ears like a bat and constantly listened in on other people’s conversations. If she knew anything important, she’d tell anyone who’d listen. Rafe told you Wheezie is the last person he’d want discovering you two. So, that was why you snuck past her room so silently. Rafe carefully opened his door, and let you get inside. 

Once there, Rafe gave into his desires and hungrily kissed you. Hands cupping your jaw, he worked your mouth open right away and brushed his tongue there. His kisses, sweet like honey with a hint of mint, broke your restraint and you nearly dragged him to his bed. Rafe didn't make you wait. He didn't continue his teasing or whisper more filthy talk in your ear. He placed you on top of a stack of pillows, and undid his own pants. Holding up your knees, you let him fold you as he pushed inside. That delicious release spreads through you, bringing out bouts of pleasure and relief. The moment he reached the end, he gave you exactly what you needed. All the build up to this moment exploded within you, and you balled up his sheets just to stay grounded. No drug beat the euphoric, blissful, near magical feeling Rafe gave you. His girth stretched and sunk deep in every thrust, pushing on the very center of your body. When you began moaning above a whisper, he put his hand over your mouth and laid down over you. This changed his angle, and the restriction took you closer to the edge.

“Shut up,” he said harshly, “Or I stop.”

‘Please, Rafe, don't. Not now when I finally have you inside me,’ is what you would have said if he didn't have his hand over your mouth. 

It didn't take much to have you shaking under him. With deep, hard, fast pushes, Rafe untangled you. Every coherent thought in your head was blown away by the hard orgasm. Your body clung to his by his waist and shoulders, urging him to get closer and go even deeper. 

“Gonna…Gonna cum inside,” he grunted in your ear. When you shook your head, as you did at times, he nodded. “Yeah, Yeah I am because this hole is mine. I get to do whatever I want with it….whatever I want…as much as I-I-I-oh fuck! Oh god!”

Rafe's dick twitched and you soon felt hot cum shoot inside you. You held onto his tense arms, nails making crescents on his skin and scratching as he kept going. Even as you felt him soften, he didn't stop right away. His pelvic bone brushing your clit, the sparks of sensitivity had you wriggling around like a worm. He wasn't done. He never really was when it came to this. Standing upright, he pulled off his shirt, withdrawing from you for a few moments. 

You admired the body he worked hard to keep in shape, eager to run your hands all over him. He was beautiful. He was cruel, perverted, brutal and beautiful. Yet, as they say, even Lucifer was beautiful once. 

Both of you fully undressed, he rested against his pillows and pulled you onto his lap. Your hands instantly glued to him, wandering his naked chest and arms while you kissed his neck. Grinding on him, your lips went across his collarbone to his shoulder, then from his neck to his ear. The soft moans his cock produced became all Rafe heard, while his own vibrated into your neck. Your sex slid up his shaft, sometimes hitting the tip if you went far enough. This made the head brush the underside of your clit, urging and tempting it for another round. Yes, a sting of pain came with it, but you loved it. However, you’ll always say something different. 

“Rafe,” you said, putting on that sweet, innocent tone he liked, “Stop, it's too much.”

“You can take it,” he assured you, reaching down to grab your ass. “Sluts like you take dick every day. It's all you're good at,” he smacked a cheek hard, “It's all you know how to do.”

“But it's sensitive right now,” you cried when the head slid over your clit once more. 

“Oh, is it?” 

“Yes.”

He tossed you onto your back right away, taking the air out of you. You laid sprawled between his legs, your lower half completely exposed to him. 

“You say this here is sensitive right now?” He asked, his thumb already working your clit. He smirked when you twisted to the touch, moaning his name. “Hm?”

“Yes!” You cried though tried to keep it down. You’d lose your mind if Wheezie walked in, curious and nosey. 

“And you want me to stop?”

“Yes, please!”

“The thing is that I don't want to stop,” he groaned, spreading his cum and your essence over you. “You look so cute when I’m overstimulating you.” He drooled over your sopping pussy, and rubbed it into your folds, “Plus, you know the rules, we stop when I want to.”

“Raf-”

He covered your mouth again, then began rapidly rubbing it. Three fingers went side to side, causing small pangs to go through your body. An obscene slick sound came from your combined juices coming together inside you. Rafe occasionally spat on it, making it even wetter. This sent you spiraling, and you found it hard to stay quiet now. He didn't care about your bucking hips or the nails scratching down his legs. Your tormentor focused on bringing you to another orgasm with only his hands. His tongue soon joined, lapping at your clit and entrance while you did your best to control your volume. Once he sunk two fingers into you, it was over. You came undone on his hand and face, trembling and muttering his name in between pleas to stop. 

“Rafe, Rafe,” you panted his name, but he cut you off. 

“Ride me.”

He brought you onto his lap once more, this time burying himself in your soaked cunt. You didn't hesitate to start bouncing on him. You both shared a deep kiss, moaning into each other's mouths as you became one again. How many apples did Eve have? It couldn't have been just the one. Not when temptation came in the form of a Greek god like Rafe. He grabbed and smacked one side of your bottom while he grabbed your tits. It was as if he had no clue what to touch, just knowing he wanted you. It didn't take you much longer to cum, once again sent over the edge despite your waning energy. Rafe took a bit more after two orgasms back to back, but you greedily accepted the third on your stomach and chest when he did finish. 

Satiated for the night, Rafe wiped you down himself before settling next to you. The tenderness that came after always created butterflies in your stomach. Wrapped up in his arms, you listened to his slow breathing as he drifted to sleep. Your own exhaustion crept over you, only waking when you felt his hand go to your chest. He examined the small rose shaped charm, holding it between two fingers. 

“I didn't think you'd ever wear it,” he said groggily. 

“Why?”

“Questions.”

“I got some, but I said my parents saved for it to be a graduation gift.”

“And they believed that?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed the back of your shoulder. “Good,” he said, “It looks nice on you.” 

Neither of you had to say anything. Rafe might say ‘you’re mine’ the way a master says to their slave, but this wasn’t that. At least, you hoped so. Lord, you actually hoped this guy, who is blackmailing you into a secret relationship, truly feels something for you. Why? Why did you care what he felt for you? You should hate him for doing this to you. He is making you lie to your friends and family about you two. Him holding this secret over your head is wrong, and him forcing you to sleep with him is cruel. Yet, you found it hard to feel that way at times. Like right now, when you’re resting in his arms after being satisfied by him, listening to him fade into his dreams. When he’s vulnerable and sensitive, opening up to you in ways he won’t with others feels more intimate than sex. You imagined he usually kicks girls out when he’s finished, but here he is clinging to you as if you’ll float away. A snake trapping its prey in its grasp. A serpent beckoning a young maiden over, offering an apple that would give her freedom and knowledge. The Devil seeing a beautiful woman and wanting her all for himself; no longer interested in defying God, but instead desiring His greatest creation. It made you feel special, even if it wasn’t real. 

But, the tiniest part of you hoped it was. 

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A/N: heeeyy guys! Looks like things might start getting more serious, hm? Who knows? Hope you guys liked it, shoot me a comment or an ask if you're bad enough, or reblog and like <3

[the-muppet-joker]

Croaker is your other selfcest polycule Eve Adam and Vriska

Yes. But it is far more complicated than that.

You see, I have only discovered my Eve kin identity recently. Before that, I only felt the misplaced resentment from Adam towards Eve for him losing his rib for her creation. Now that Vriska has made me Bigender, I was able to unlock Eve from her prison within my subconcious and realize, as Adam, that he should have been hating God, not Eve as well as womenkind. Eve did not ask to be ripped out of Adam any more than Adam asked to be mutilated by God. But I digress. Reading homestuck has helped me process my feelings about religion and gender in a way therapy never could. It also helped me understand the unique relationship that Adam, Eve, and Vriska have within my twisted mind. Are you familiar with the quadrant system? If you are not, read all of homestuck before proceeding with the rest of this post. Basically, Vriska acts as the Auspistice for Adam and Eve, managing their previous resentment for one another and ensuring their rivalry does not spiral out of control. There is also an element of vacillation to this relationship. Adam and Eve are now sometimes able to challenge each other as respectful and erotic rivals, ocasionally shifting to a healthy kismesis relationship without Vriska's mediation. During this time, Vriska and Eve are matesprits, showing each other the beautiful love and appreciation that neither of them fully received in their source materials. Two women in love against all odds? A bold act of Dark Feminism. Additionally, Vriska and Adam will vacillate into wholesome moirails during this time. They talk each other out of their previous toxic behaviors, have fun, and are willing to express a more vulnerable side of themselves around one another. It is a complicated, but overall healthy and trusting dynamic between the three of them. And by the three of them, I mean just me as they are my three kin identities and live in my mind.

[sepublic]

The Titan paralleling Adam from the painting and not God is interesting to me, like it really emphasizes in the end that he was a mortal, just some guy, and the forebearer of other mortals; His direct descendant is ‘immortal’ in a lifespan sense but still very capable of dying and even human, for lack of a better term. One could say the Titan committed a ‘first sin’ by trapping the Collector, which then hurt her descendants (because being Bigender, the Titan would also be Eve wouldn’t she?) when the Collector was left vulnerable to Belos’ manipulations.

I think it emphasizes that the Titan is not God, she’s a flawed mortal, even after the comparisons to God and Jesus and whatnot with Luz’s resurrection; Because the reference are ultimately tongue in cheek, and about exploring the positives of Christianity and embodying the compassionate spirit, without being an actual official Christian and all of the other baggage that Dana criticized in Belos.

It was about Luz living the closest thing she can to her fantasy for a moment; But it can never truly happen and it shouldn’t, and she’s quite fine with that, after the guilt from the time loop Philip called ‘destiny’ and King’s existential crisis. Hence why Luz has to make being a Chosen One happen, rather than the Titan deciding it for her before Luz was born. There is no higher entity imbuing meaning or laying out destiny, the time loop was just temporal physics preventing a paradox, things just happen without any grand purpose or design to it.

Likewise, given my analysis on TOH expressing Dana’s relationship with Christianity, this could also be a nod to that; Dana having a complicated relationship with the idea of God in her life, and the Titan being a way to explore that. And fittingly it’s reiterated in the idea of a mortal reaching out to understand the connection there.

[heliza24]

No Children, etc in ep 2.6 of IWTV

This episode is all about children and women, isn’t it? And how difficult and painful having a child as a vampire is.

Misogyny is big theme in the episode: way the plot moves around Claudia and Madeline, Madeline’s almost rape, her abuse at the hands of the mob. The women are cut out of waiting for Godot; if Godot is hope, and never arrived for the pair on stage, it never arrives for Claudia and Madeline either.

It also makes Armand exposed because it lets the coven plot around him. His kind of feminized role and his trauma leaves him exposed too, torn between Louis and the coven. Armand is the wife being asked to reproduce here. The way he reacts to Louis asking him to turn Madeline is so interesting. He doesn’t even want to watch Madeline’s turning, and the only way he would have conceded to that was if Louis had stepped into the dom role (the “masculine” role, if you will indulge outdated gender roles in order for me to make thematic point) to make him. This is likely based on his own trauma of his turning and his relationship with Marius, but maybe also because he’s already torn between loyalties to the coven and Louis by then.

The way his refusal to turn someone plays in Dubai is so fascinating. In some ways Daniel reacts to Armand like some people react to women without kids. He’s just totally shocked about how it could be possible that Armand has never made a fledgling. (of course this whole interaction is complicated and given layers by any history Armand and Daniel had together, including times that Daniel may have asked to be turned. I am sure that is playing on Armand’s mind; he’s delivering everything in that scene directly to Daniel. Daniel used to know, extremely intimately, all of Armand’s hang ups about creating a fledgling. And there’s still grief and bitterness tied up in that conversation for Armand.)

The fact that the magnolia tree in the Dubai penthouse could have been propagated from a cutting taken by Armand in Paris is so interesting. I think that can symbolize a lot of things: the hope that Louis feels in their relationship, the intertwining of New Orleans and Paris, Armand’s own sentimental attachments (to Louis and the world) that he rarely lets himself vocalize. It’s even in some ways a painful reminder of Armand’s betrayal of Louis and Claudia, a monument to his false promises. There’s also the fact that he was intentionally growing the tree in Paris, giving it new life in a way he won’t give a fledgling life, and that if the tree in Dubai is related it was propagated, artificially replicated, and not grown from a seed. But I also think it’s fascinating that we find this out in the same episode that Armand is inserted into a scene that has strong Adam and Eve symbolism. In his interaction with Madeline, Armand is the unwilling serpent, trying to scare Eve out of eating the apple she’s taken from the sacred tree of knowledge. So his connection to the tree feels important! And here’s that theme of misogyny again. Even though the roles are somewhat inverted here, Eve still gets punished for her acceptance of vampirism and of Claudia.

I do love that Madeline is the first person to make Armand question- even just for a second- his certainty that he knows exactly how Claudia will end. Nothing is prewritten according to her, and of course she’s right. But it’s not enough to shake Armand out of his other biblical role this episode. He still plays Judas, and self fulfills the prophecy he created for Claudia, and all child vampires, in the process.

I think it’s so fascinating that Louis’s one fledgling is not his child, but a partner for his child. Turning Madeline is like walking Claudia down the aisle at her wedding. It simultaneously reinforces how distant he is from Claudia (they didn’t have this turning experience together) and how much he would do for her. And there’s something so painful about how deadened he is to everything afterwards. Something about seeing the true love between the women and of letting go of Claudia takes the last pieces of feeling out of him. It’s what makes it so uncomfortable for him when Madeline still senses the love he has for Armand/Lestat (I do think she was feeling both in that scene, in a complicated way).

In this episode that’s all about children and the characters’ complicated relationship to them, it feels significant that Claudia is seen, really and truly, as an adult for the first time. As much as Louis has claimed to be thinking of her as a sister, he can never really let go of her as a daughter. I think it’s really beautiful the way that Madeline sees her. Claudia’s younger body isn’t a forbidden subject between them; they discuss it in one of the earlier episodes. But Madeline sees her agency and her joy and her hard won wisdom before anything else. I’m so glad we got to see Claudia through Madeline’s eyes, as she would like to be seen, at least once before next weeks’s episode.

@bluedalahorse and I have talked a lot about the queer phenomenon that sometimes happens, when someone’s lover also becomes their mentor and maybe even parental figure, guiding them into queer culture and making up for nuclear family that may have rejected them. I think this is hard coded into the concept of makers and fledglings, and is a big part of why vampirism works so well as a metaphor for queerness, amongst other things. I think this episode did a really good job of exploring the complications of those type of relationships.

[bloogers-boogers]

More Marriage au ~

Adam was dragged to a small office for more privacy. He was never the problem?, what was this bitch talking about??

Anyways he was being questioned in almost everything that happened, felt and did while freshly married to Lucifer, it got to the point where it went too deep, and thats when it hit to his first marriage.

"So in the Bible it states you were married two times, is that true?"

"No. It only states when I was married to my awesome smocking hot ex wife: Eve~ and us being created."

"So that's a lie?"

"Not entirely, they just covered up the small mistakes, glossing the story up a bit."

"Which was?"

"Lilith. That unfaithful bitch. They covered her entire existence. Everything related to Lucifer, his rebellion, they didn't even stated his real name in the bible, cause he wasn't "worthy" of being recognized as his angel self. I personally think it would've been a lot more harsher if they kept his old name instead of Lucifer but whatever I guess. Then somehow those nosy ass theorists from the afertmath of Noah's shit load started looking into it too much and found actually more dirt in the hole, that revealed more to our creation. And that's how we got many split versions of it in different scriptures."

"What's his real name?"

"We're not allowed to say it. It's an angel thing."

"Prehistoric heaven stuff huh. But you're no longer a angel, your highness.."

"Fuck you. I was originally a angel before I was murdered totally unjustified btw. How does any of this information does anything in fixing my marriage?!"

The counselor scoffed, but kept her own opinion on that matter (exterminations) to herself. She's a marriage counselor not a therapist, and she wasn't getting paid enough anyways, "you were human. Originally human. Not an angel."

Now it was Adam's turn to scoff offended, but said nothing. He hated to see that side of him after his death on earth. It only brought bad memories, linked to only negative feelings, sorrow and thoughts.

"Tell me more about your marriage with Lilith."

"Pssch what's there to say? Where do I even start? What exactly do you want to know. I can go all into detail about how shit she was as my wife."

"Go on. Tell me everything you want to share, I'm here until 8 and your paying so.."

"More like aPplE hUbBy is paying for everything but whatever, took his card and shit HAHAHAHA! HAAAA," Adam snicker for himself, wiping a tear; thinking he was being funny. But he wasn't. At least for anyone else in the room which was just Gladis (counselor's name) and the only response she did was write a note to that comment.

Note one:

'Apple hubby. A subconscious, possible meaningful name for his spouse. If it referring to events of the bible, may mean about the whole apple incident (weak spot?) or it could be related to King Morningstar's obsession with apples (concerning). Or both.'

"Firstly she cheated on me. Obviously. That's the whole tea, bitch. Secondly she didn't agreed on anything I did, suggest or thought. It's like she wanted to be against everything I believed in. Nothing I did to impress her sastified her. She made ME question my entire faith and existence!" The more Adam spoke the more his pupils shrank by the dark memories of his past.

Note two:

'First wife trauma.'

"Then Lucifer shows up and POOF! Now everything that twink ass looking angel did was 'amazing' and worth looking forward to. He only sang and dance with her, ONCE, and it was like, her whole world turned around.. facing away from me..."

"And did Lucifer have any connections with you at the time? Did he also approach you when he firstly approached Lilith? Did you two spend time together? Talk? Bond?"

"More like it was all a whole distraction for their affair to continue."

"So you two did have a relationship."

"It's complicated."

"Why was it complicated, Adam?"

Adam's face soften in sadness. The question taking him off guard. He wasn't entirely sure?

What went wrong. What did he do, to not deserve Lucifer and Lilith's loyalty? Friendship, honesty.

Why wasn't he ever worth something. Enough.

"I have no fucking idea, man. I was literally perfect, still am and yet they wanted more than what they could bite and CHOKE on it in the progress."

"You're including Lilith in this. Why's that?"

"Because those two bastards were a team. The damage was done by both, all planned out and ready for what was gonna come. Got both me AND Eve. It's plural. I wish I could say I was alone in all this but I wasn't which is why it makes things hard to forgive and forget."

Note three:

'Gayass.'

"So how did you two end up falling in love?"

"We didn't, we kinda just poofed into existence already married and stuff."

"I meant you and King Lucifer."

"Just call him Lucifer he doesn't deserve that sorts of respect, he's an ass. A snake full of cock that doomed humanity."

"How did you and Lucifer get together," she asserted much more frustrated seeing Adam was getting nowhere to the subject in hand.

Adam then realized immediately everyone actually thought they were truly an item. Well this went awkward all of a sudden. So he decided to keep up the lie.

"I died."

"And—— what else?"

"Wdym 'what else'? Bitch wanted to complete the full set y'know. First dick, father of humanity, the only one that refused to join him. I'm basically his forbidden apple."

"And you just let him?"

"Sure. Why not? What's there to lose y'know. That's my jam. I just go with the flow. If it works for me then let it be damn and fuck me hard, I'm fucking doing it."

"Adam, are you taking this session seriously?"

Adam in response digs his pinky finger inside his ear with indifference, "Look. I just want answers, babe. I don't want spiritual solutions or tips. Tell me how to fix this."

She sighed, "when was the last time you two were intimate?"

"WOW, wow. WOAH. Where going to that territory now? Little tea maker right here but whateves."

So Adam went on full detail on one of his sex escapes back in heaven, plastering Lucifer’s name on whatever freak he has fucked in the last centuries. He was not in any way gonna go on about sex with Lucifer (they did it only two times; one outta traditional terms, the second we don’t talk about the fucking second.) that shit was private and humiliating to say the least.

He blushed. Just the thought of Lucifer’s claws running down his skin and his fangs digging through his neck and wings. It sent shivers down his spine. Made his throat go all dry and his limbs all numb.

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[rius-cave]

Angst corner:

Adam is struggling in the Hotel as both a Sinner, and living in close quarters with Lucifer, who he's always been equal parts madly in love with and still in firm nemesis mode with. It doesn't help that Lucifer still pulls the "Got both ur wives" card as the finisher move on their arguments that ALWAYS sends Adam info a rage.

But after some talks with Charlie and opening up and she gets Lucifer to back off that topic, and gives them both some trust-building exercises. Adam feels closer to him, gets the feeling that Lucifer is about on the same page. He gets up the course to confess to Lucifer that the bulk of his feud was out of jealousy of not having what Lilith and Eve had...

...and finds Lucifer and Alastor in a private compromising situation.

Heart: broken 💔

Side plot: Lucifer had been feeling the same way, the whole time, but Alastor decided to stir up the shit for the lolz.

ANON I'M GONNA BE HONEST, I'M IN A KINDA COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP WITH RADIOAPPLE RIGHT NOW (the ship is fine and the shippers are valid but IM SO RRGGGHHGHGGH) SO THIS HONESTLY JUST KINDA MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL A LITTLE UGH

[scekrex]

Hi!! I love ur stories sm and im gonna ask anonymously for my first time cuz im lowkey shy LOL 🥲..

I was wondering maybe a Adam x Male reader where they had a huge argument, reader mentions something mean about Eve or Lillith to Adam after he says something petty, and Adam reacts without realizing and accidentally hits Reader. (by instinct) Then in shock, reader storms out and doesn’t come back home for a couple of days. (Or you can make it as long, or as short as you want!) You can make it as angst to your liking, and maybe add a makeup (fluff) at the end!! :)) I just think it would be interesting to see.

Thank you, and take care of yourself ! ❤️

Can do, the fluffy end is probably not as fluffy as it could've been but idk it just turned out the way it did ig

All this pain and the words that I cannot say, at least I'm trying

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hitting (without consent), low-key toxic relationship

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The air felt tense, the vibe wasn’t as happy and cheery as it had been only moments ago and your neighbors were complaining about the loud screams and yells that kept coming from your apartment and yet neither you nor Adam got it together to simply leave in order to calm down. To be fair, it was your apartment so if someone was in the position to leave it was Adam. The argument between the two of you wasn’t just a tiny thing, it might have been the biggest fight you ever had with him.

The screaming and yelling was loud, the arguments were weak - not only his but yours were too. And yet you both found yourself too prideful to actually admit that to that. Hell would freeze before you would give him the boost of being right by admitting you were wrong, no way you’d admit to that to someone like Adam. And then he said something that caused you to snap.

“Maybe if you wouldn’t be so fucking complicated it would be easier to love your bitchy ass,” Adam yelled at you, his voice already sounded raspy and broken, his body language told you that he was not the only one who was slowly growing tired from fighting - you were too. You clicked your tongue, then responded in a quiet yet annoyed tone, “At least I didn’t lose the fucking women God created for me and only me, you did. So be my fucking guest Adam, if it’s so hard to love me, break the fuck up.” The shock in Adam’s eyes was visible, it was paired with betrayal that he felt, the comment had hit exactly the right spot to actually hurt the brunette and while you regretted it immediately, you did not apologize for it. “Leave them out of this, this shit’s between you and me, bitch,” the first man growled angrily and suddenly the betrayal and shock were overplayed by anger - pure rage vibrated through his body and he made it obvious. You simply crossed your arms over your chest, why though? Why did he get to say mean things about you and you were not allowed to shoot queally mean things back at him? “It’s not my fucking fault you were a horrible person in Eden - horrible enough to make the devil seem nicer. Maybe I’ll go down and suck Lucifer’s dick-” you were not able to finish your sentence.

Adam raised his hand and slapped you across the face. It stung, the part of your cheek that he had hit turned red but worse than that was the fact that he hit you. He had never hurt you physically before, yes there had been fights, yes there had been arguments but never had he hurt you before in any form or way. Your mind was blank, your body felt numb except for your cheek and all you were able to do was to stare, stare at him, stare at his hand, stare at the wall behind him. Before Adam was able to apologize through the fog that had clouded your brain lifted and you stormed off, you grabbed your backpack on your way to the front door and just as the brunette you called your boyfriend was about to say something, you slammed the door shut. From the hallway you heard how one of the picture frames fell to the ground and broke, you couldn’t care any less.

-

Adam just stood there and watched because what else was he supposed to do? He knew it was too late to apologize, he knew he fucked up badly and that there was the possibility of you breaking up with him and if he was completely honest with himself he deserved it. He had never been the perfect boyfriend you deserved, he had always been out of line, loud and simply too much but you had always assured him that that was simply who he was and that you loved him for who he was - but was that still the case? Did you still love him after that? Because it was one thing to pick fights with each other far more often than other couples did but it was a different thing entirely to hit your partner, Adam was very aware of that. And yet he had still raised his hand against you, a thing he had sworn to himself to never do had been done and he wasn’t able to simply undo it. A weak apology wouldn’t do either, not after that.

He wanted to go after you but he knew you well enough to be aware of how stupid that idea was, the fight would only continue outside of the apartment and he would only cause things to escalate even more and that he really didn’t want. He wasn’t even sure why he hit you in the first place, it had just… kind of happened? He didn’t know. What he did know was that you were gone and that you’d surely spend the night at someone else’s place and while he hated the idea of it, he was smart enough to know that it was for the best to have a little distance between you and him for the night. Surely you’d come back the next day and you two could sort things out.

-

But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that day.

Adam was freaked out to say the least, he was worried you might secretly dump his ass, stop by when you knew he wasn’t home to pick up your stuff and just disappear. His wives had left him and he was convinced you would leave him just like them. You weren’t his husband yet, you could simply disappear if you wanted to and that scared Adam, it scared him deeply. Because deep down he knew that afterlife without you wouldn’t make any sense, that he was simply a lost soul without you by his side.

He was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to come back, he had canceled all the appointments and band meetings to simply sit on the couch of your apartment and wait for you to come back home, that was all he wanted. He wanted to know you’re safe. But he didn’t know shit because you weren’t answering his calls or responding to his texts, you did read them though. It was driving him crazy to not be sure of anything despite the fact that you were gone.

Where were you?

When would you come back?

Would you come back to begin with?

The brunette jumped off the couch when he heard a key in the lock and his face reflected the relief he was feeling when he saw that you were the one opening the door. Without thinking twice he rushed over to where you stood, the front door still open behind you. The first man pulled you into a bone crushing hug, mumbling sweet nothings under his breath as his wings wrapped around your body in protection. “Fuck, you’re back,” he whispered, sounding so lost, so hurt, so scared. You weren’t hugging him back but you also didn’t try to push him away or get out of the hug in general.

What were you supposed to do? Hugging him back felt wrong after he hit you but pushing him away seemed even worse - yet you wanted an apology. An honest and emotional apology with an explanation of why he did what he did. But you got none of that, instead you listened to Adam who was brabbling everything that he had worked so hard on to bottle up inside of him. “Don’t fucking leave me, do what you want, punch me, scream at me, kick me out but don’t fucking leave me.” And if Adam would be more emotional than he was he would’ve cried, would’ve broken down in front of you while holding you. But he wasn’t emotional and therefore didn’t cry. What he did was that he made sure you understood how desperately he needed you in his life.

And while that was not what you wanted - an apology - it was okay for the moment.

[trashsfanficgarden]

What are Eve's thoughts on Cain?

Divine Intervention (Yey!)

Warning:: Mentions of sexual abuse, traumatic pregnancy and birth. Discussion of child abandonment and abuse.

This is a bit tricky to answer because Eve and Cain are very old characters who went through many stages and changes during their life and death, but in a very short answer: Eve doesn't love Cain and has never thought of him as her son.

After Cain was born, Eve wanted to leave him in the wilderness, hoping he'd either die quickly or be taken by an animal, but she reluctantly agreed to keep him after Adam begged her.

That was the worst thing she ever considered doing to Cain, and it happened while she was still recovering from a traumatic pregnancy and a birth that nearly killed her.

She was never emotionally or physically abusive towards Cain, but she did treat him with a very obvious coldness compared to how she treated her other children. Adam was the one who took on the emotional work of raising him.

It wasn't something she did out of malice, but given her own trauma, the only thing she felt she could do was keep an emotional barrier to avoid hurting herself or Cain any further. Of course, it wasn't perfect. Eve never truly healed, and Cain grew up resentful for feeling inferior to his siblings.

I want to make it clear that I'm not trying to turn Eve into a villain or an antagonist. She’s a complicated persone who endured terrible things and was trying to rebuild herself. She was sexually abused by a figure of authority, and in a single day she lost her innocence, her home, and was abandoned by those who were supposed to protect her. And all of that happened when she was just 2 or 3 years old.

The apple didn't instantly make her mature, it only allowed her to have more complex thoughts and emotions.

That, among other things, is why there's such a huge shift in Adam and Eve's personalities and dynamics after Eden.

As for Abel's murder and everything that followed, that was the worst moment of her life and began a chain of events that ended with her estranged from her family. She hated Cain for a long time. She did resent Adam for a while, but she hated herself more for not getting rid of him when she had the chance.

I will say that she does recognize Cain's efforts to help his siblings who were enslaved by the Sins, but it didn't really change how she feels about him.

She doesn't love him. She doesn't forgive him. But I don't really consider it a flaw or something Eve have to overcome. No one in the family has forgiven Cain.

I honestly don't think that by the end of the story they'll have a happy mother-son relationship or a friendship. I think it would be more appropriate to say they'll reach a mutual understanding and a proper goodbye.

[twost3ps]

So , I've read about the swap AU, and I was wondering how humanity came to be if Adam and Micheal are replacing Lucifer and Lilith?

Tbh I haven't thought about it much but I had 2 ideas

Since lucifer and Lilith are supposed to still have their affair and Adam and lilith weren't having kids, they made Eve for Adam because Adam seemed more obedient. After the forbidden fruit incident, that was clearly not the case. Eve ate the apple afterward out of trying to stay with Adam but that act was seen more as a sacrifice of love and foolishness rather than betrayal to she gets kicked out of the garden and given a man named Steve to start humanity with outside the garden

Alternatively, lucifer and Lilith were found out to be having an affair because either michael or Adam revealed it before getting sent down. Due to both of their failures, Lucifer having failed to continue the Plan and both of them having an affair and keeping their mouths shut about adam and Michael, Lucifer was turned human and both were sent out if the garden. Seems a bit fine, but being human is very difficult for Lucifer to come to terms to, and it makes him extremely uncomfortable for the first few years. And them having to start humanity together and compromise on their own personal beliefs complicates their relationship in the process. Idk what they’d do to eve, maybe keep her or turn her to dust or sumn idk

[certified-bi]

Thinking about how sir pentious not only being in heaven but being a seraphim is a game changer in terms of power plays between heaven and hell. I mean think about it - He died(I truly think he died and didn't just get zapped up) in battle protecting the Heir to Hell and her hotel, and got reborn into heaven. Adam also died in that battle, and either is gone or is a sinner now.

Who in heaven is going to side with Lute publicly if she tries to continue exterminations or go against Charlie? From pure logistics it doesn't make sense, and morally it's horrible.

Like the only reason Sera allowed the exterminations was to keep Hell from usurping. If there is a way to redeem even half that(Extermination Quota) amount of people each year and put them in heaven there's no reason to go to battle. Especially when the power houses of hell(Lucifer, and Charlie) are the ones who are giving away power to heaven. Not to mention Emily and Sir Pentious(Both seraphim) are both vocally in support of redeeming sinners. And the souls from earth are probably going to be in that camp if they learn about it. Assuming Molly was shown in the song intro to heaven(And the fact she has a positive relationship with her brother is still canon), how do you think she would feel about Angel, her brother, being denied a chance at redemption and left to be tortured? Because that's going to be how most of the souls who have loved ones in hell are feeling if they find out.

Which brings us to season 2. If Lilith &/or Eve are truly planning their own scheme OR another set of demons(The Vees) comes up to threaten the heaven themselves that would complicate the whole hotel plan.

Lute would have a much easier time if she sets up a usurper who is a actual threat to heaven....

[avionvadion]

Okay so I made a post before how Lilith might be one of three things- two of which involved her being a Red Herring, one of which involved her working with Eve, and a third with her being a villain duo with Eve. Now I have a different theory, and one I’m leaning towards.

In the Jewish Text and Bible, Lilith becomes a Succubus. A creature of temptation and lust.

We see in the family portraits that Lilith has horns. If Hazbin Hotel is following the lore, then she was probably still transformed into a Succubus. But, we also know that, in Hazbin Hotel lore, those who become demons take on traits based on their souls. (Ie, Angel Dust and his family all being spiders due to their mafia family’s “web of crime”.) So if this applies to Lilith as well, since she fell from humanity, there has to be a reason for WHY she became a Succubus specifically.

My theory: Lilith approached Lucifer first. She seduced him to escape Adam, and fell into lust. Maybe she loved him, maybe she didn’t.

(And yes I know the creator said they were madly in love, but that was also back when we only had the pilot and when we thought Lucifer was an asshole instead of an adorable duck obsessed dad who’s trying his best.) (It could also just be the creator trying to trick everyone so as to make the twist a bigger surprise; some creators do that.)

Unlike Lucifer, who fell into despair, Lilith thrived in Hell, her songs being the reason why everyone sings. She wanted an escape, Lucifer was her way out, and I’m absolutely convinced it was her plan to feed Eve the apple.

I also think she gaslit Charlie- a lot- because in the first episode Charlie says that “saving her people” was her mother’s dream, believing her father to have just “allowed” the extermination. But we later find out Lucifer fought to have the Hellborn protected, and that he once tried to do exactly what Charlie is doing now and redeem Sinners. But he failed.

Whether or not Lilith eventually fell in love with Lucifer, I’m convinced their relationship started as Lilith trying to use Lucifer, and when his ideals began to deviate from her own, she took that as a sign and “split” from him. (As Charlie has said in episode five). Lilith lied to try and create enmity between the father and daughter, probably so Charlie wouldn’t continue what Lucifer started, as that would go against Lilith’s ultimate goal (most likely a Rebellion against Heaven, if we go with the posters seen in the pilot) but evidently failed.

Lucifer still wears his ring because he’s still in love with her, but to Lilith he was most likely a means to an end and being with him no longer served a purpose. Now Charlie is standing in the way of Lilith’s goal, having successfully redeemed a Sinner.

And what are some of Lilith’s many titles in the old texts and bible?

“”A breeder of evil spirits” and “a child murdering monster of the night”.”

As a special mention, one of Eve and Lucifer’s punishments were this; “Enmity will be born between you and her, between her offspring and yours, and they shall bruise your head and your offspring shall bruise their heels”.

So Lilith is definitely going to be a complicated character, whereas Eve will be more the result of God’s will/punishment.

Anyways, this is all to say that I support both women’s rights and women’s wrongs, and as much as I’m obsessed with Lucifer I would absolutely adore a (potentially villainous) Lilith who is doing fucked up things for a misguided/believes she’s in the right kind of reason.

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

Eve demon design, Forbidden Fruits AU

Hazbin's style is a good excuse to really indulge in more out there ideas and I would recommend, I haven't this much fun designing a character in a while, it really got me out of comfort zone

she is shorter than Charlie, but taller than Lucifer, only barely

General idea is Eve has come to replace the tree of knowledge as the running faucet through which evil leaks into our world, the apple has taken root and grows out from her, it comes with some cool powers but it also kinda trying to eat her alive so she has to keep it from expanding to much, she stops paying attention for too long and the bark starts spreading and before she knows it she rooted to the ground and hurling up black vile

also some birth horror imagery because whats an interpretation of Eve without birth horror

Wanted to make her sinner form contrast with how Lilith had not died and received a demon form in the same way while also making both of them contrast next to Lucifer as human woman, which really just came down to giving her a nose but tell me how well it worked

She is a Morningstar however she gets so very weird if you try to treat her like royalty like, yes, theoretical she's a Queen of Hell but in spirit she's more a court jester/royal advisor

She's a dude, a bro, a dudebro even, a punk to Adam's frat and some alt to mix in with Lu and Li's musical tastes

A good partner for Adam, the devotion and tolerance of his bullshit as Lute but with the willingness to give just as much shit back without taking it all too seriously

Yes she does love Adam, she spent her entire life with him even after the apple, then they got send to different afterlives which would have been a hurtle for any relationship without Adam's extreme hatred of sinners and the exterminations while Eve still cares for all their descendants as her own children

her feelings are complicated, to say the least

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Adam apple high school AU PT. 2

. Back before everything, back at Eden Lucifer had the biggest crush on one Adam Mann

. though he never actually spoken to him, only heard his voice while passing by or in class when asking a question he’s seen him doing all these amazing things and is just absolutely enchanted, in that 13 year old puppy love way

. he wasn’t at all interested in Lilith he only started talking to her to get to know Adam better, that was when he learned that she was Adam’s girlfriend/Alpha(at the time)

. he started to become friends with her and would even admit that he found her attractive but wasn’t interested in her

. that was until she came to him crying and saying that Adam dumped her for an omega named Eve

. all he was trying to do was comfort her, and try to get over the initial shock of finding out Adam already gone to someone else, when suddenly her lips are on his and they start to kiss

. They stay like that for a while until Lucifer opens his eyes to see Adam slack jawed and teary eyed, but he doesn’t understand why so he just closes his eyes again and ignores him, since in his mind Adam’s made his choice

. and as many would say the rest is history, eighth grade ended, Adam moved away, but was never gone from Lucifer’s mind

. While Adam may have been living the high life in Vermont back in Florida Lucifer was going down a spiral

. See while he may have been dating the most popular/hottest girl in all of Damnatorum high school, was popular, and was rich, it was all so much more complicated than that

. his girlfriend Lilith while in the beginning felt amazing turned south a little after a year in to their relationship Lilith began to act, and this is putting it lightly, cold to him

. And he was only popular because of his girlfriend, and if he was being honest he didn’t exactly enjoy all the attention, sure the attention from his close friends were nice but with popularity you constantly have to put a mask on for other people to pretend to be someone you aren’t, and with depression that’s hard enough as it is

. and there’s the fact that he comes from a high class family he constantly has to try and make it through countless events his family has put together and be the perfect son

. it all eventually came to a head on his 17th birthday

. Lilith had texted him that, yes texted not face to face she did it over a freaking phone, that they were done

. and after that with everything that had gone down, he became a shallow hole of his former self,

in fact it became so bad by the time he was 18 he flunked out of damnatorum

. after that he was sent to stay with his brother Uriel up in Vermont to help set him straight

. Uriel opened his arms for the troubled teen and got him enrolled into the local academy

. Lucifer didn’t think much about it, he was going to do school, get his grades up, graduate and get his degree and then…work his way up from there

. what he didn’t expect at this new school was to meet again with the boy of his dreams

[i-creatied-au]

One day I just thought "hey... What if put applecore in Hogwarts". So... here we are

Adam - Slytherin

Lilith - Gryffindor

Lucifer - Gryffindor

Eve - Hufflepuff

Some facts about au:

• Lilith and Adam have been engaged by their parents since childhood. They're both not happy about it

•Lucifer is from a famous family, but he was expelled from his home (for his “inappropriate” views)

•Lilith is in the choir, and Adam carries a Muggle guitar with him (although he has a magical one)

•Eve loves to take care of plants and is on the Quidditch team

•Lucifer's patronus - duck

•they all dating, but their relationships are still complicated

if you have questions I'll be happy to answer :>

[yuikomorii]

I always wondered about their dad.. was he evil or just doing his duty’s? His plan? Was he really the villian? Or just seen as one because he wasn’t there for the DL boys

From my understanding while he isn’t there for his kids much he does try I Mean he gave KOU his eye and does some smaller stuff in games here and there

// He's evil, but we don't know if that's always been the case. I don't believe anyone is born wicked, so perhaps he developed that way owing to a desire for power? As far as I recall, it was also proven that he couldn't become Adam, which may have seemed like a smack in the face and probably caused him to turn so bad.

Karl's relationship with the Mukami brothers is complicated. We, the players, know that he just gave them their lives back and Kou's magical eye, so as to use them as pawns in his game. He took them to Eden and taught them about Adam's plan, allowing them to act as snakes and intervene when necessary. The Mukamis, on the other hand, believe he saved them out of his own selflessness and a wish to redeem himself, which is not true.

For people who didn’t know, Karlheinz committed a Romanian genocide, and he turned the victims into ghouls. However, he was dissatisfied with the outcome, so he abandoned them. He could have rewinded time if he truly felt guilty, but he didn't. Why? Because he couldn't care less about innocent people’s lives being ruined.

True, in the happy endings, he enables the Mukamis brothers to be with Eve/Yui, but this is only because they were chosen by Eve so his plan might also work that way. He may appear friendly with the Sakamakis at times, but only because they assist him progress his plan. He will act nicely as long as he succeeds; otherwise, he will either punish the "failures" or rewind time.