#ask adam

[birdemethuzunum]

Bir gece haberiz bize gel

Merdivenler gıcırdamasın,

Öyle yorgunum ki hiç sorma

Sen halimden anlarsın.

Sabahlara kadar oturup konuşalım

Kimse duymasın.

Mavi bir gökyüzümüz olsun,kanatlarımız

Dokunarak uçalım

İnsanlardan buz gibi soğdum,

İşte yalnız sen varsın.

Öyle halsizim ki hiç sorma

Anlarsın.

Cahit KÜLEBİ

[ask-adam-the-dickmaster]

what’s lute like in bed

"Uhh... Awesome Sauce... amazing..!⚡"

[adams-sinful-wings]

Welcome to My World Bitches!

I’m Adam. The Adam. First man, the original dick, and—let’s be honest—the only one that really mattered. Yeah, I used to have a halo. Big deal. What’s an archangel anyway? Just another title to add to the list of things I outgrew. Now? I’m doing what I do best: being irresistible, unforgettable, and unchallenged.

You want the real story? Fine. I made one mistake—ONE—and now I’m Valentino’s top moneymaker. Call it a fall from grace, I call it a glow-up. Who needs heaven when you’ve got a fan base and a paycheck that makes angels jealous?

Oh, and the pregnancy? Spare me the lectures. The kid’s gonna have the ultimate dad. If anything, I’m doing the universe a favor. A little Adam Jr. running around? You're welcome.

Feel free to stay and bask in my brilliance. Just don’t expect me to care about your opinions. Unless you’re complimenting me. Then we can talk.

(P.S. If you think I’m just a self-absorbed jerk...maybe stick around. You might be surprised.)

[gawbass]

Adam can you skate 🛹👹

[adam-aka-the-dickmaster]

Is it Tiring for Lute to take care of you?

I myself think it isn't. Why should it be?? She's taking care of the Dickmaster, the head honcho, the First Man! She should consider it a fucking honor.

[lucifers-little-light]

adams is living with the vees now. Oh no that's not good

Bunny: Long post underneath. Sorry no formatting.

Adam sat down at the table, his stomach practically screaming for the food in front of him. The spread was luxurious: succulent meats, fresh fruits, rich sauces, and desserts he’d never dared to dream of. He dove in without hesitation, nearly forgetting to breathe between bites.

Adam: *mouth full, glancing up at Valentino* So, what exactly are these ‘favors’ you mentioned? I didn’t sign up for any weird shit.

Valentino leaned back against a velvet chair, his posture relaxed, his grin like a predator watching its prey. He studied Adam’s hungry, almost desperate demeanor, the way the food was vanishing so quickly. He could already tell that Adam was more than just desperate for sustenance—there was something deeper in him, a need that went beyond what the young demon understood.

Valentino: *chuckling darkly* Oh, don’t worry, darling. Nothing you won’t enjoy. The favors I’m talking about are simple enough. You see, you’re going to be my new star.

Adam paused mid-bite, his mind processing the words in a way that made him think of something entirely different.

Adam: *raising an eyebrow, swallowing his food* Star? Like a... rock star? You want me to play music or something? *He picked up his guitar pick, a habit he’d developed since his early days in Hell, his fingers itching for his instrument.* I can shred like no one else, you know. I’m not just a demon with a bad attitude—

Valentino’s grin widened, but it wasn’t for the reason Adam thought. Valentino had a much different kind of star in mind.

Valentino: *voice smooth, eyes glinting* Oh, I’m sure you could shred, darling. But no, not that kind of star. *He leaned forward, lowering his voice into a more seductive tone.* What I’m offering you is a chance to be my new... special star. You see, after Angel Dust, I’ve been looking for someone to take his place, someone who can really deliver. I have a very specific type of entertainment I deal in, and you’re just what I’ve been searching for.

Adam blinked, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of the words. His mind, still filled with hunger and a sense of satisfaction, hadn’t fully processed Valentino’s meaning yet.

Adam: *confused, wiping his mouth* Wait... I’m supposed to be some kind of... porn star? Like... Angel Dust?

Valentino smirked, enjoying Adam’s reaction a little too much. He could see the exact moment the realization clicked in Adam’s head, and the demon’s face twisted with disgust and anger.

Valentino: *laughing lightly* Oh, darling, I don’t think you understand the power of what I’m offering you. You’ll be more than just some... object in my studio. You’ll be my headliner. My new star attraction. You’ll have everything you want—fame, fortune, and endless pleasure. Hell, I'll even make sure you're never hungry again.

Adam’s stomach lurched—not from hunger, but from the sickening idea that he had just walked into a trap. He had assumed, in his naivety, that Valentino had some sort of ‘rock star’ position in mind for him. Instead, this felt like a step into something far darker and far more exploitative.

Adam: *his tone growing sharper* I ain’t a fucking toy, Valentino. I’m not like Angel Dust. You want to turn me into some sex doll of yours? No fucking thanks. I can take care of myself.

Adam turned and made his way to the door, still processing the twisted offer and the strange hunger that clung to him. But he was no fool. He wouldn’t let anyone control him.

Before he could grasp the doorknob, Valentino’s voice sliced through the air, cold and commanding.

Valentino: *mockingly* Do you really think you can just up and leave?

Adam froze, his hand still hovering over the door. He should’ve known something was off. This was Hell, after all—nothing ever came free. He felt a shift in the atmosphere, a suffocating weight pressing down on him. The subtle dread that had been gnawing at him earlier returned, stronger than ever.

Adam: *turning slowly, confused and wary* What’s your problem? I didn’t sign anything. I’m not doing what you want. I can still walk out of here.

Valentino’s smirk twisted into something darker, something far more dangerous. His eyes glinted with malice, and his voice dropped to a low, threatening tone.

Valentino: Oh, darling... You already signed.

Adam blinked, his confusion growing. He hadn’t signed anything. He hadn’t agreed to anything. Hadn’t he just eaten out of desperation, not knowing what was really at stake?

Valentino’s hand slipped into his jacket, pulling out a golden, gleaming contract. The paper shimmered in the low light, as if it were alive. Adam’s eyes widened as the contract seemed to *pulse*, the signature boldly etched with his name, in his own handwriting. His heart dropped as he recognized it—it was his, yet he couldn’t remember signing it.

Adam: *stammering* What the hell is this?! I didn’t—

Valentino: *interrupting, with a dark chuckle* You didn’t have to, darling. The moment you ate, you agreed. You’re mine now. My new star. I can do with you as I please.

Adam’s mind reeled. He remembered the moment he ate the food—how ravenous he’d been, how desperately he’d consumed everything, but he hadn’t signed anything. He wasn’t stupid. He knew how deals in Hell worked. This wasn’t just a regular contract—it was binding in a way he couldn’t escape.

Adam: *voice shaking, realizing the trap he’d walked into* No... no way. You can’t just—

Valentino: *snarling, his calm demeanor vanishing in an instant* I can, Adam. And I will. Don’t think you can walk away so easily. You belong to me now.

Before Adam could react, Valentino crossed the room in an instant, his grip like iron as he slammed Adam against the wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. The golden contract was thrust in front of Adam’s face, the signature still glowing with an eerie light.

Valentino: *hissing through his teeth* You didn’t read the fine print, did you? This isn’t just a meal. It’s a contract of ownership. A soul-bound agreement. You’re mine, body and soul.

Adam struggled, trying to push himself away, but Valentino’s hold was unyielding. The room seemed to close in around him as panic and anger surged through his veins. He never signed anything. He didn’t want this.

Adam: *voice breaking, desperate* "No! This wasn’t part of the deal! You can’t—

Valentino’s face twisted with sadistic pleasure. He leaned in, his breath hot against Adam’s ear.

Valentino: "Oh, but I can. And I will. You’re not going anywhere, Adam. You’re my star, and you’ll learn your place. I’m giving you everything you could ever want... and in return, you’ll be everything I need.

Adam’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of Valentino’s words sinking into him like a poison. He’d been so naïve. The hunger, the desperate need for food, had clouded his judgment. And now, here he was, caught in the worst kind of trap—a contract with no escape.

Valentino: *sneering* I think you’ll enjoy this, once you get used to it. I always make my stars shine.

Adam could barely process the words. His mind was racing, his heart pounding with fear and disgust. He had walked into this willingly, desperate for a meal, and now... now he was trapped.

With a swift, almost casual motion, Valentino shoved Adam back, sending him crashing onto the floor. The golden contract fluttered to the ground beside him, the last symbol of his freedom slipping away.

Adam lay there, dazed and breathless, the weight of Valentino’s control pressing down on him. But deep inside, a spark of defiance still burned. He wasn’t going to give in, not without a fight. He just had to figure out how to get out of this hellish mess.

But for now, Valentino had him right where he wanted him.

What Adam looks like in this AU!

Art from this video! Please check it out! It’s a great song!

[adam-the-dickmaster]

Is that the First Man, my eyes spy? Why helloooo, Adam-boy! How are you enjoying Hell? Is it as awful as you've probably been told by your ex-superiors? -👑 @prince-pruflas

Nah. This place is pretty chill and full of really hot bitches to tame.

Still fuckin' stinks tho. -🎸

[ask-amnesiac-dickmaster]

Adam..?

-@excorcist-lute

Adam's eyes widened upon hearing a familiar voice saying his name, and whispered that person's name back.

"... Lute?"

[alastor-and-adam]

I guess since Adam is the First Man his birthday would be on the first day of the year, so January first.

Adam: Ha! I’ll take it! *checks calendar* THAT’S IN TWO WEEKS! WOO-HOO!

Alastor: *annoyed but then remembered* Ya know that’s when the exterminations happen.

Adam: Yeah so?

Alastor: It means we are technically on the chopping block of we are not careful. So having coitus during such time may not be fit the best.

Adam: You’re just making excuses! Come on Bambi~ I’ll be gentle for your first time~

Alastor: *sighs* might as well do it now —

Adam: *picks Alastor up bridal style* BITCHIN’! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!!!

Alastor: Wait! I was kidding! I was kidding!!!!

[adam-the-first-man]

Hey how are you man

Anyway questionn

Smash or Pass

Lute Peter Lucifer

"Good man. I mean, they are all hot as fuck, but I'm going to pass Lucifer for the fact he took both my wives, smash for the other two."

[adamshallperish]

✒️ your handwriting looks just like my dad’s <3

[adam-n-dog]

It's been a long time, hasn't it, Adam?

Hello. Do I know you?

[ask-adam-the-dickmaster]

“Adam when are we getting married?”

"You..you want to get MARRIED..? Right now, we are officially wife and husband." He ripped off his robe to reveal himself in a wedding dress "Yay, wedding bells!⚡"

[nyasha-parashaa]

🍒 / adam, how did you get to be so silly??!!?

[lucifers-little-light]

hm I wonder how Adam is doing in the meantime

Three Days Later

Adam groaned as he stood in front of his small stash of food. His stomach growled loudly, betraying him as he stared at the meager assortment of bread, fruit, and some half-eaten scraps. Nothing was enough anymore. No matter how much he ate, he always felt hungry. But he didn’t want to admit it—especially not to himself.

Adam: *muttering to himself* I’m not… I’m not fat. Just… bloated. It’s just the sickness, that’s all.

He scowled at the reflection in a nearby cracked mirror, still trying to ignore how much thicker he’d gotten over the past few weeks. His face was rounder, his stomach fuller. Despite his grumbling stomach, he wasn’t about to admit that he’d actually gained weight. That was too much like weakness for him to handle.

But something was different. His hunger wasn’t just about his stomach—it was like a gnawing ache that wouldn’t go away. A strange compulsion to eat. And his body… well, his body was changing in ways that made him uncomfortable. He could feel it, but he pushed it aside.

Adam: *sighing heavily* Maybe if I just find something decent to eat, I’ll be able to think straight for once.

Later That Day – Pentagram City’s Streets

Adam walked the cracked, darkened streets of Hell, his mind occupied with the incessant hunger gnawing at him. He passed by vendors, stray sinners, and shady corners where deals were made in hushed tones. But none of it interested him anymore. Nothing felt quite as satisfying. His stomach growled again, loud enough for someone to hear, but Adam ignored it, trying to keep up his pride.

However, fate had other plans.

As Adam walked through a narrow alley, his path crossed with a familiar, slick figure. Valentino. He watched Adam with calculating eyes, a predatory grin forming on his lips.

Valentino: *smiling, voice smooth and intoxicating* Well, well, well… Look who we have here. You’re looking a little... worse for wear, Adam. Something on your mind?

Adam froze, his back stiffening.

Adam: *snapping, trying to seem tough* I don’t have time for you. Get lost.

Valentino chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving Adam. He took a step closer, inspecting Adam’s condition, his eyes lingering on the other demon’s fuller frame.

Valentino: Oh, come on now. You don’t need to play hard to get with me. I see the hunger in your eyes, sweetheart. I can help you with that. You need food, protection, a roof over your head. And I happen to have an offer you can’t refuse.

Adam narrowed his eyes, unwilling to show how tempting that offer sounded. He wasn’t stupid—he knew demonic deals came at a cost.

Adam: *gritting his teeth* I don’t need anything from you.

Valentino chuckled again, his smirk growing wider.

Valentino: Oh, you do. See, I’ve got a job for you. A little arrangement. You’ll work for me—do a few… personal favors for me in the studio. And in exchange? Well, food, protection, and a roof over your head. No more starving, no more struggling. Just luxury.

Adam stared at him, anger flaring in his chest. But then his stomach rumbled again, louder this time. He clenched his jaw, refusing to give in.

Adam: *snapping* I’m not some… some toy for you to play with. I don’t care how hungry I am.

Valentino’s smile remained unshaken. He took a step closer to Adam, leaning in slightly.

Valentino: I get it. I know you’ve got pride. But tell me, Adam… when’s the last time you had a real meal? And don’t tell me it’s been a while. I can smell the hunger on you. You’re desperate~.

Adam’s hand instinctively went to his stomach, a small, involuntary gesture. His pride faltered, but he quickly regained his composure. Still, the offer was tempting. Too tempting.

Valentino watched him closely, sensing Adam’s wavering resolve.

Valentino: You don’t have to accept right away, of course. But just know, the longer you wait, the hungrier you’ll get. And I won’t be here forever. So what’ll it be? You can have everything you need, on my terms—or you can keep wandering these streets, starving.

Adam felt something stirring inside of him—a desperate need he couldn’t ignore. His body was screaming for food, for comfort. Valentino’s words gnawed at him, the idea of having everything he needed finally within reach. The offer felt like a lifeline.

Adam: *sighing heavily, his voice barely above a whisper* Fine. I’ll do it.

Valentino: Excellent

---

Back at Valentino’s Studio

That evening, Adam found himself in the luxurious, dimly lit studio of Valentino. The air was thick with lust, and the walls practically hummed with power. The finer details of the studio didn’t escape Adam’s attention, but he was too focused on the promise of food and comfort to care about much else.

Valentino: *smiling as he leads Adam inside* Welcome to my little sanctuary. The food’s already waiting for you. Don’t worry about a thing, Adam. You’re in good hands now.

Adam didn’t say anything. He only focused on the scent of food wafting in the air. He moved toward the table, practically devouring the meal before him. He ignored the sinking feeling in his gut—the sense that he’d just entered into something far darker than he could fully comprehend.