#Hazbin Adam

[diaviz]

Who suffered the most?

[safination]

If You Know, You Know.

Big Four Edition (❤️💙💚💛/ ❤️🦅🏹🐯) + One Extra

|Masterlist| Characters: Adam, Vox, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie. x Reader (Separate) TLDR: Dates around the area with them A/N: Welcome to my dumpster of a mind, where I try to place our beloved Hazbin characters into four to five categories. Will I be explaining any of them? Probably not. Listen, if you know, then you already know. Also, I can't believe I'm falling into this stage as a creator in a fandom. You can take me out of my roots, but you cannot take my roots out of me. Fuck me, honestly. This is the most self-indulgent shit, ever. If anyone irl found out who I am, I would die. Like literally die. Please don't come for me. Yes, this is 100% playing into stereotypes, but it's all in good fun. Nothing I write here says anything about you as a person or a large body of people. Plss lang. Sige an po This is all in good fun, I promise T_T

Adam — 🏹

Come on, this is an easy one. This thing is practically writing himself. Adam would 100% be here. Hatid-Sundo si baby boy by kuya Drivers niya. I can imagine Adam doing such an obnoxious laugh and then going, "Ay, gagi!" ( plus points for the elitism and the momol in hidden spots. I've seen yourFreedomWall)

Adam would walk you around the buildings, especially if you can't go inside. Why is it so hard to sneak inside? He would constantly take you to that one really good burrito and taco place (If you know it, then you know.), and would go to the Power Mac to buy stuff for you because why not.

Vox — ❤️

Hear me out a little. This is Vox we're talking about. So, despite being the type who belongs in the 🦅, at the end of the day, this is still Vox. This holds true considering that . . . uh . . . debate (?) surrounding those who should be accepted into ❤️. While Vox could go with the 🦅, he would snatch up a spot in ❤️. (But like, this is isn't his fault. It really is the fault of the system in place, and we're all proud of Vox because it is a big honor to be here.) Like Adam, Vox would be Hatid-Sundo, and would hang out in UP Town most of the time.

Dates would Vox would include going to Gino's or Nono's or cracking open the books at Tyler's. It would take forever to get anywhere with him because he refuses to walk anywhere, and would either always be driven there or would book a Grab. Plus point for traffic, but you get to bond and talk with him during the traffic.

Alastor — 🏹

He doesn't like being an 🏹 despite majority of the people being really chill and cool. But it's most likely because he bumps into Adam. He's practically crawling up the wall. He sees the life of those in 🏹 and gets really confused at how they act. He rants to Rosie (who would be in the all girl's club) about it all the time. Unlike Adam, Alastor will hop off at Vito Cruz.

Dates around the bay area and MOA, honestly. He would make you listen to his radio broadcast that I do know they have. All four have their own organization. Alastor would take you to Star City, and would insist on walking there because it's walking distance daw, and tricycles are low key a scam there.

(Again, please, don't come for me. 🏹's are mostly chill but come on. You can't deny it. I've seen what the streets look like. I've seen the Power Mac. The aircons.True 🏹 would find it funny.)

Lucifer — ❤️

I don't need to explain why Lucifer would be here. Let's be fr. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

But unlike Vox, Lucifer would take long walks with you around the oval and the Sunken Garden. Fuck it, I'm even bold enough to say that he would join the run club there if you were into that type of thing. You would eat fishballs and kikiam. There would be no kwek-kwek or balut tho. When you get tired, you and Lucifer would sit by the fountain with the Statue™. Lucifer would take jeepnys with you to get around. If you don't go there, majority of date time would be spent trying to find you a restroom to use.

Charlie — 🐯

I debated placing Charlier either with the maroons or the tigers, but ultimately decided that it would be nice for Charlie to be with the tigers. I don't know how to explain it. It just makes sense to me. Charlie would always have an umbrella with her because rain or shine or terrible rain, she would go.

Charlie will take you to paskuhan at the soccer field to see all the lights and the concert. The food dates around that area would go hard. Like seriously, damn. Charlie would constantly take you to Lover's Lane, and explain all the history of the buildings.

Vaggie — 💙💛/ All Girls

This post is supposed to feature, "the big four" but I don't care. I can do what I want. It's fitting that Vaggie would be somewhere where it's all girl. (That recently started accepting boys too. So that's nice.)

Dates with Vaggie would involve CBTL, but in Regis Center instead of UP Town. Sometimes, you would cross over to ❤️to find something to eat. Tricycle rides to get around, and Siomai would be such a constant in your dates.

[eviltortilla]

guitarspear i drew for a secret santa event!

my inability to draw men = masked adam (sorry)

[redvexillum]

A/N: Listen, I heard the cries of my readers. So, here's some pure smut. Enjoy! Also, Kit, this one is dedicated to you - all your kinks wrapped up in fuzzy cuffs uwu. Save your lying protest for when I come back from my trip.

SUMMARY: Adam’s curiosity spiralled into obsession when he discovered Hell’s array of wicked toys and restraints. He’s been dying to share his sinful finds with you, but patience is a virtue—one he only half possesses. Your protests? Oh, those only make it sweeter as he binds you tight and indulges every sinful fantasy he’s been saving just for you.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, foxdicker is OTP, sex toys, p♡ssy pumping, dild♡ in a, p in v, bondage, aphrodisiac, pure smut, reader is a fox sinner

The fuzzy cuffs encircling your wrists felt as though they were crafted from a Christmas wreath—soft, festive, and deceptively gentle against the raw edge of your predicament. They held you fast, tethered to the bedpost above, as your body arched against the relentless pull of gravity and desire. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks, the sharp sting of them mirrored in the gasp that escaped your lips. Bare feet scrambled against the sheets for purchase, a futile effort thwarted by the cold, unyielding spacer bar forcing your thighs wide apart. 

“F-fuck you,” you rasped, voice trembling with defiance and need. Your head lolled back, surrendering momentarily to the sensations cascading through your body. The suction cup adhered tightly to your slick heat, a relentless device siphoning air and sending blood rushing to your swollen, hypersensitive folds. It was too much—too intense—as if every nerve ending in your core was alight, sparking with unbearable pleasure. 

Adam stood over you, a predator in his element, the cool glass dildo gleaming in his hand. He pressed the toy to the puckered ring of your ass, the contrast of its icy surface against your flushed skin stealing the air from your lungs. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed it in, the stretch both unfamiliar and electrifying. Every thrust sent waves of sensation crashing through you, your body tightening and trembling in response. 

Your breath hitched as the suction on your lips and clit reached its crescendo. The tingling edge of numbness teetered dangerously close to pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. You could feel it—your release coiling tighter in your core, threatening to burst free. 

Adam groaned low in his throat, his eyes fixed on you like a man possessed. His gaze roamed over your engorged folds, glistening and flushed, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. With a deliberate slowness, he detached the suction cup, and the sudden absence of pressure made you cry out. Your thighs instinctively fought to close, but the bar denied you even that reprieve, keeping you open and vulnerable. 

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin, making you shudder violently. “Your cunt looks as juicy as that BLT sandwich I had the other day.” He chuckled darkly, the sound rolling over your quivering form. 

A broken whimper tore from your throat—a high-pitched, keening sound as unbearable sensitivity pulsed through you. Even the faintest touch of air over your trembling folds sent shockwaves straight to your core. Your ass clenched involuntarily around the unyielding glass, and you moaned as your inner walls fluttered, unsure if you were fighting or welcoming the intrusion. 

The pleasure was a tidal wave, dragging you under until the world dissolved into a high, tinny buzz. Your lungs fought for air, your vision blurred, and your lips parted in gasping cries. 

Every nerve seemed connected to the taut pull of the chain. Adam tugged, and the sharp bite of the clamps on your nipples sent a hot bolt of sensation shooting through your body. The exquisite mix of pain and pleasure ignited your senses, the ache blossoming and merging with the overwhelming pleasure surging through you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The words tumbled from your lips, raw and desperate, as your body betrayed you. Muscles tightened, walls pulsing rhythmically around the toy, the overwhelming storm of sensation tearing through your composure. Tears spilled freely as your orgasm consumed you, a violent and primal release that ripped a scream from your throat, leaving it raw and sore in its wake. 

Every nerve, every thought, every sensation burned with the force of it. And in its aftermath, you were left trembling and undone, a storm that had spent itself in the most devastating way. 

But the pleasure didn’t end—not even close. Adam’s lips descended upon your trembling heat, his tongue and mouth moving with a torturous expertise. His lips nibbled delicately on your swollen folds, each movement sending electric jolts straight to your core. The groans rumbling from his throat vibrated through your clit, the sensation so intense it made you buck against him involuntarily. 

“Noooo,” you whined, the word drawn out and quivering, torn between protest and surrender. Your hips jittered, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming sensation or at least dull it, but Adam was relentless. His nose nudged against your engorged clit with maddening precision, while his tongue delved deep inside you, curling, stroking, coaxing more pleasure from your already shattered nerves. 

And then he added the glass dildo back into the equation. Its cool, firm length plunged in and out of you, the contrast between its smoothness and the wet heat of your body almost too much to bear. Pressure built to an impossible height before bursting forth in a warm, gushing wave that left you shaking. 

The sensation of release was paradoxically another source of pleasure—liquid heat flowing freely from you only intensified the pulsing throbs that wracked your body. Your jaw fell slack, a soft whimper escaping as drool trickled down your chin. Your chest heaved as your body twitched uncontrollably, shocks of pleasure radiating outward in every direction, leaving you limp and trembling yet achingly needy. 

“Oh, fuck, babe,” Adam muttered, his voice rough with lust. He knelt above you, his cock swollen and flushed an angry red, a black ring wrapped tightly at its base to hold back his release. It stood proud and thick, almost hypnotizing in its intensity. 

Your tongue flicked out instinctively, your mouth watering at the thought of wrapping your lips around him, taking him deep until you gagged on his size. The thought alone sent a new wave of need coursing through you, pooling hot and heavy in your core. 

The bed was a disastrous landscape, strewn with toys and tools from the upturned box of delights. When Adam had said he wanted to give you the best Christmas ever, you hadn’t imagined this—but now you couldn’t imagine wanting anything else. 

Your cunt clenched and trembled, empty and aching, desperate for more. You didn’t care what—his cock, his fingers, anything to stretch you and fill the unbearable void. When Adam finally positioned himself, his cock pressing against your flushed, puffy lips, the heat of him seared your oversensitive skin, and you almost screamed. 

He moved slowly, tortuously, grinding his hips so the head of his cock brushed against your throbbing clit. You sobbed, your voice raw with need. “Fuck, Adam, fuck!” 

“What’s that?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “You want more, babe?” His cock pulled away just enough to leave you gasping, the loss of contact a cruel torment. 

“Please,” you whimpered, need and lust pouring from every fibre of your being. Your mind was a haze, filled with nothing but the craving for him—his cock, his touch, the feeling of being utterly consumed. You wanted to be filled, stretched, claimed, fucked until nothing else existed but the pleasure that threatened to devour you whole. 

A soft sound reached your ears, metallic and familiar, and your breath hitched. The tin. You knew that balm. It was infamous in Hell—a devilish aphrodisiac that lit every nerve on fire, leaving its users delirious with uncontrollable lust. Mortals might have succumbed to its overwhelming effects, but here, where death wasn’t an option, the torment was addicting.

The memory of the last time Adam had used it with you flashed in your mind. A full-day lost in a haze of insatiable hunger, his cock inside you again and again, each thrust a new layer of torment and bliss. The thought alone made your thighs quake, your cunt fluttering with anticipation. 

Adam smirked, his eyes alight with wicked intent. “Ready to really lose your mind, sweetheart?” 

You were beyond ready. You were already his, body and soul, trembling and waiting to be taken to the edge of sanity and beyond. 

Adam pulled out a ribbed string of anal beads, each segment reminiscent of garish Christmas ornaments with its festive, bulbous design. The sight alone made your body tense in anticipation. He took his time, meticulously coating each bead with a thick layer of the slippery cream. The deliberate, methodical strokes of his hands sent shivers coursing through you, every movement a tease of what was to come. 

Your ass clenched involuntarily around the glass dildo still buried deep within you, the sensation heightened by the sticky warmth of your arousal as it slid from you, dripping onto the sheets. The air in the room was thick with heat and the heady scent of sex, and your mind spun as Adam’s sharp grin cut through the haze. That wicked expression promised nothing but pure, unrelenting pleasure. 

Your body thrummed with excitement, vibrating under his gaze like a live wire. Your eyes darted to the array of toys scattered around you, each one a thrilling possibility. Your tail twitched with restless anticipation, and your cunt fluttered, aching for more as a low, needy whimper slipped from your lips. 

With a sudden, fluid motion, Adam pulled the glass dildo from your body, eliciting a decadent, wanton moan that spilled from your throat before you could stop it. The absence was brief, but no reprieve followed. Instead, he pressed the first bulb of the anal beads against your entrance, the cool, rounded shape sliding in with agonizing slowness. The lube-coated beads stretched you deliciously, each one pressing against you in ways that left your toes curling. 

“Ah—hah!” Your moans filled the room, unabashed and raw, as your back arched off the bed. A fine sheen of sweat broke across your skin, trickling down your temple as the fiery effects of the aphrodisiac cream ignited every nerve. Heat coursed through you, burning and buzzing like an electric current. 

“I s-swear to fuck,” you cried, your voice breaking as he pushed another bead into you, “just fuck me already!” 

Adam chuckled darkly, his voice laced with amusement and desire. “Well, since you asked so nicely...” With a firm push, he buried the remaining beads inside, the firm intrusion pressing deliciously against your walls. You felt the fullness of them, unrelenting and perfect. “Fuck, this is gonna feel incredible,” he growled, his cock twitching against the restraint of the ring at its base. 

Reaching for the tin of cream, Adam scooped a generous glob and smeared it along the length of his cock, groaning as the intense heat of it spread through him. His hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting into the air as he hissed, “Shit, this stuff is no joke.” 

His gaze dropped to your trembling form, tied and exposed before him, and the corners of his lips curled into a smug, predatory smile. With the excess cream on his fingers, he reached down and began rubbing your swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles. The touch was pure fire, every nerve under his fingers alive with blistering pleasure. 

Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and your tail stiffened as your body seized under his touch. Your lips quivered, trying and failing to form words, while your screams caught in your throat, leaving you gasping and shaking. The swirling, maddening motion of his fingers sent shockwaves through you, reducing you to a trembling mess of drool and slick arousal. You writhed, tugging futilely against the fuzzy cuffs binding you to the bedpost, but there was no escape from the overwhelming onslaught. 

Your body coiled tighter and tighter until, with a loud, broken sob, you unravelled completely. Pleasure tore through you like a storm, leaving you clenching hard around the thick beads still inside you. The sensation amplified the ecstasy, and you could feel every tremor, every pulse of your body around them. 

Your gaze dropped hazily to your cunt—red, puffy, and trembling as the aftershocks of your orgasm refused to fade. The aphrodisiac prolonged every sensation, forcing you to ride out wave after relentless wave of pleasure. You cried out again as a fresh gush of arousal sprayed from you, soaking the bed and Adam’s thighs. Each involuntary clench only heightened the sensation, locking you in an endless cycle of bliss. 

“Fucking hell,” Adam murmured, his voice filled with awe as he watched you fall apart before him. 

Your mind floated in a sea of hedonistic abandon, your body shuddering and twitching uncontrollably. The intensity blurred the edges of your consciousness, leaving you teetering on the brink of delirium, lost in the pleasure that consumed you entirely. 

Before you could even catch your breath, you felt it—the stretch you had been aching for, the fullness that sent a lance of pleasure straight through you. Adam’s cock plunged into your slick heat, the glide easy from your arousal but no less breathtaking. A guttural groan tore from his lips, his body trembling as he gasped, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking nut just from this. Fuck!” His voice was raw, his teeth gritted as he fought for control. 

“Y-you idiot,” you choked out, your voice breaking between moans. “Y-you used too m-much!” But even as you scolded him, your hips shifted, rolling against his cock to draw him deeper. The burn of need overwhelmed you, your sharp canines flashing as you growled through your haze of lust. “Untie me, baby,” you demanded, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll fuck you so good.” 

Your thoughts were a blur, consumed by the all-encompassing desire to be filled, to chase the high of unrelenting pleasure. Adam hesitated only for a moment, his hands fumbling as he released the cuffs binding your wrists and tore away the spacer bar locking your legs apart. 

It was his undoing. 

Instantly, you had him on his back, his startled gasp turning into a guttural moan as you straddled him, pressing him into the mattress. Your palms braced against his stomach as you began to ride him with wild abandon. Each thrust of your hips sent the beads nestled in your ass slapping against his balls, the sharp rhythm driving you both closer to the edge. 

Your thighs burned, the muscles screaming in protest, but you didn’t care. The pain only heightened the pleasure, and each bounce brought your sensitive pussy slamming down onto his cock, forcing it deeper. The chains weighing on your nipples swayed and slapped against your chest, their sting igniting sparks of ecstasy that shot straight to your core. 

Adam’s head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut as he moaned uncontrollably, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him. “Fuck, babe, I can’t—I’m gonna come if you don’t slow down!” His voice cracked, desperate, but you were relentless. 

One, two, three more thrusts, and his cock jerked inside you, the first hot spurt of his release sending you over the edge. “Oh, fuck yes!” you screamed, your walls clenching tightly around him, milking every drop of his climax as you rode out your own. The pleasure was explosive, blinding, and yet your hips refused to stop. 

Adam’s body writhed beneath you, his face contorted with overstimulation as his cock twitched, still buried inside your pulsating heat. His fingers dug into the sheets, his body trembling as he tried to endure the intensity. Even as his cock began to soften, you kept moving, pushing yourself deeper into the haze of pleasure. 

Finally, his cock slipped free, and a warm gush of his seed dripped from you, drenching his inner thighs before dripping on to the sheets. But you weren’t done. Your eyes darted to the array of toys scattered around you, landing on a thick, girthy dildo. Without hesitation, you grabbed it and shoved it into his hand. 

“Don’t stop,” you demanded, straddling his chest and bending forward, your ass presented to him. “Fuck me,” you ordered, your voice a growl as you wiggled your hips. 

Adam groaned but obeyed, gripping the toy tightly as he plunged it into your dripping cunt. Your back arched, a loud, unrestrained moan tearing from your throat as your tongue lolled out, saliva dripping from your lips. Leaning forward, you captured his spent cock in your mouth, licking and sucking him clean, your hunger for him insatiable. 

Time blurred, lost in the unrelenting haze of heat and pleasure. You couldn’t keep track of how many times he came or how many times you screamed his name. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, moans, gasps, and the slick, filthy evidence of your shared debauchery. 

When it was over, you lay tangled together, your bodies covered in sweat, fluids, and the unmistakable marks of your animalistic passion. The sheets were soaked, the air heavy with the scent of sex, and yet neither of you moved, content to exist in the aftermath of your primal indulgence. 

When morning finally came, it hit you like a freight train. Your body ached in places you didn’t even know could ache, muscles seizing painfully as you groaned and rolled onto your side. Your head throbbed with the unmistakable weight of a pleasure-induced hangover.

Blinking groggily, your gaze shifted across the room to find Adam sprawled naked on the floor, limbs splayed haphazardly. His cock was still adorned with the cock ring from last night, and you choked on a surprised laugh when your eyes caught the sight of nipple clamps dangling from his chest. At some point, you’d clearly decided to get a little mischievous in your haze of passion. 

“Babe,” you croaked, your voice rough and raw from all the screaming. You winced at the sound, clearing your throat before continuing, “Maybe next time, we just go for a Christmas lunch down at that café?” 

Adam stirred, groaning as he rubbed at his temples. His eyes cracked open, bleary and bloodshot, and he let out a pitiful moan. “Fuck, I’m starving,” he muttered, his voice as ragged as yours, his lips quirking in the faintest grin. 

Despite the sheer chaos of the night before, warmth bloomed in your chest. Your body still buzzed, a delicious ache lingering from every pleasurable moment. For the first time, you truly allowed yourself to reflect—not just on what you’d done, but what it meant. Your eyes dropped to your wrists, where faint marks from the fuzzy cuffs remained, and you turned your hands over, studying them. Not once had you felt fear, not even a flicker of trepidation. 

It hit you then, with the clarity of a sunrise cutting through a foggy morning: you had willingly given Adam your trust. You’d handed over the reins, allowed him to lead you into something so intimate, so vulnerable. And he’d held that trust gently, never crossing the invisible boundaries you hadn’t needed to verbalize. 

Your chest tightened as you thought about your past. In Hell, intimacy was often just another commodity, a currency to buy power or survival. Friends you’d known had been trapped in the sex trade, their autonomy stripped, their bodies used as bargaining chips for shady deals. You’d grown up running, learning to stay two steps ahead, your sly instincts your only defence against a world eager to pull you under. Trust was a luxury you couldn’t afford—until now. 

You blinked, your lips quirking into a small, almost incredulous smile. Adam had somehow slipped past every wall, and you hadn’t even realized it. You didn’t think twice about letting him in. 

Adam groaned again, dragging himself up from the floor with the grace of a wounded animal. Half-asleep, he crawled onto the bed, collapsing beside you with a contented sigh. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. 

“Hey,” you protested weakly, though you couldn’t hide the fondness in your tone. “We should at least shower. We’re disgusting.” 

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, burying his face in your hair, his voice thick with sleep. 

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered. Past you would’ve scoffed at the idea of letting anyone in this close, let alone into your bed and heart. She might’ve been disappointed or maybe even angry that you’d let yourself become vulnerable, weak. 

But as Adam’s steady breaths warmed the back of your neck, his presence grounding you in a way you hadn’t thought possible, you realized something. Maybe you didn’t need her approval. Maybe it was enough to live in this moment, to feel the heat of his body and the comfort of his arms. 

Closing your eyes, you let the thought drift away, the ache in your muscles fading into the background as sleep crept over you again. For now, you let yourself be at peace, safe in the embrace of someone who made you feel like trust wasn’t a gamble, but a gift worth giving.

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[honeymustardmew]

IT'S OUT!!!!!! https://www.teamfortress.com/tf07_thedayshavewornaway/

[cholvoq]

Pt 2 of my Hazbin redesigns! More are on the way! (Adam is getting a RE-redesign soon!)

[taterdraws]

Catch me vomiting unrelated doodles onto a canvas as always

[say-sike]

hilarious

[strawlessandbraless]

I am dying at everyone’s reactions to Lucifer Morningstar telling Adam, first man and son of god, that he is going to fuck him 😈

Did he stutter?

[jadeazora]

Valentino better watch himself.

"Charlie told me to stab so I did!" Best girl. 100% best girl.

[obamerzslop]

Adam being jealous of a literal rubber duck, he's so stupid

[hankasventing]

look at their reactions 😭😭😭 vaggie so real

[the-irreverend]

You had one job...

...AND YOU FRICKIN' NAILED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cookiesaddict]

[solwrynn]

I forgot to post this here too