#demon!adam

[mothratta]

talent show is back in town 💸🎸

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Okay hear me out:

Demon!Adam, falling for fallenAngel!Reader that left heaven due to wanting to help Charlie.

Maybe Adam kinda had a thing for the reader before they left.

The reader has to help Adam be a better person, and bam!

Demon!Adam realizes he loves the reader

[hecatek1812]

So Adam died (obviously) and I just hope he comes back in season 2 and we get an entire arch between him and Lucifer. Lucifer offered him an apple before in Eden, but back then, Adam didn't take it. This time though, he barely has a chance.

I decided to adapt several of his angel and human design, with the wings, horns and golden eye. The halo is almost like a collar now and I just leaned totally into Adam's love for Rock music, and made him a punk rocker... because it fits.

I had to work really hard to have Adam not look too much like an Imp, with the horns and tails and all. But he has neat goat hooves. I definitely wanted to incorporate elements from Lilith, Charlie and Lucifer, because the Morningstars and Adam share a connection of being... ancient and stuff

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

What if Adam Lost His Wings?

I’ve seen a lot of Sinner!Adam & Demon!Adam designs that give him red/black wings, and they all look good & make sense since we meet Adam WITH wings. But what if, should Adam return as a Sinner next season, on top of all the other changes his appearance may take, he lost his wings completely?

There’s the comedic side of this - Adam nonchalantly walking off cliffs or tall buildings thinking he’ll catch an updraft only to plummet to the street (or need to be caught by Vaggie, Lucifer, or Husk before he hurts himself), or Adam constantly hopping into the air like he’s trying to take off only to fall back down because he forgot he has no wings to flap.

But what about the tragic side? What if he can’t figure out what to do with his arms when he no longer has wings to rest under them while he’s walking? What if he can’t sit or sleep comfortably for months because he misses the familiar bumps along his back, or wrapping himself up in his wings like a bat? What if he sees Vaggie, Lucifer, or Husk just flying around the hotel & feels intense pangs of jealousy & sadness? What if he sees the portal to Heaven and KNOWS he can get back to his old afterlife if he could JUST reach it, but without wings he’s stuck looking at it for days at a time from the tallest building in Hell?

[cozycryptidcutie]

Lucifer and demon!Adam starting their relationship via flirt insults (which is just insults but with sexual tension) and then they hate fuck. One of them (guess who) catches the day after feels. Gets all awkward and blush. Avoids them for a few days. they get invited to a holiday party. (Or maybe a certain daughter noticed the tension and sets them up to make up) the other one continues their banter as usual with added signs of missing him but indirectly and sarcastically. Which makes him laugh and realise he was being nervous for no reason. And like I dunno maybe that makes him get up the courage to ask the other out. And the other one laughs and is like “sure why the fuck not” I think that last line shows who I was picturing but with it being all them and he and the other one I acknowledge it might be hard to follow.

[cyberrat]

81st Batch Of Fics: 7th Fill

Adam/Lucifer – Part 2/2 – degradation; sub!Adam/dom!Lucifer – Now it's Lucifer's turn to grab the bull by his horns and take him for a ride :)

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The satisfaction Lucifer gains from the knowledge that Adam has become one of Valentino’s bitches is something that should not be underestimated. The only thing that would have been even sweeter would have been if he had gotten that contract under his belt before the moth.

Adam is already in the room as he thrusts open the door. In fact, he is lying on the bed, his robes rucked up to his belly, jerking off with a truly impressive anger.

He taps his staff against the door behind himself, as Adam seems not to have noticed his entry. “Knock knock!”

Adam jerks his hand off his swollen cock as if burned. “Holy f…UCK!” he exclaims, the expletive becoming more pronounced as he looks over and recognizes Lucifer standing there. “What the… what the actual fuck?! What is wrong with you and your fucking family, huh?! Are you here to torment me personally? Is that it? Fuuuck!”

Lucifer cocks his head slightly, a confused smile on his face.

“Beg your pardon?” He comes closer as he speaks, gently putting his cane at the side of the bed and shrugging out of his jacket, eyes never leaving the sight of the now demon Adam. He looks absolutely delicious. Nice and sturdy and with a pair of impish horns that are just made to be used as reigns…

“Your damn daughter was here just like… minutes ago? Did you not see her? The fuck-”

Lucifer chuckles. “Ah… the apple truly doesn’t fall far,” he murmurs, tail slowly lashing behind him with eager anticipation. “If she’s been here, I don’t need to tell you what I’m here for, then. You look ready enough, boy.”

Adam’s anger suddenly falters at that, his eyes flicking from watching Lucifer’s hands work with his belt, up to his face to just stare at him, stunned at being called ‘boy’ by him.

Lucifer wanders what is going on inside his head as he crawls onto the bed, his tail swishing behind him and his horns slowly emerging as he gets excited about what he is going to do. He has been thinking about this for… so long.

And all Adam is doing now is stare at him with his eyes wide open and his mouth in a little dumb ‘o’. Like he can’t believe this is what is going to happen. Like he can’t fathom that Lucifer would take him after he’s taken both of his wives already.

He grunts low and pained when he’s flipped over and his angry erection crushed between his soft belly and the mattress.

It does get him to wake up from his stupor, though, it seems.

“Hey… hey wait a second!” he exclaims, voice trembling with nerves as Lucifer pulls his hips up in the air and slots in behind him. He drags his cock along the crack of his ass, a copious amount of fluid dripping from the tip and getting everything nice and wet. “You can’t be for real,” Adam whines. “Can’t we talk about this? Like… like face-to-face?”

“Oh? You want to look at me while I fuck you?” Lucifer croons, one hand curling around the thick base of one of Adam’s horns, making him turn his head so they can peer at each other like that. His cock is now nudging against his tight hole; just playfully pushing and threatening with sliding in nice and deep. “Sounds kind of gay, not gonna lie,” he sing-songs.

Adam’s mouth opens a bit wider. He looks absolutely stunned again before stuttering: “No! I don’t want to look at you, I want you to not-”

“Well then everything’s just dandy, isn’t it?” Lucifer interrupts him with a broad grin as he pushes forward, forcing Adam’s muscle to spread apart for his slippery cock. The silence that follows is loud, but doesn’t take for long. Not at all. Not when Adam is so fucking tight that Lucifer can’t help the low gurgling groan bubbling from him chest deep.

“Fuck… fuck, you feel like a virgin,” he grits through his teeth. As his words register, Adam’s hole screws even tighter around his cock, holding him in a strangle grip that is borderline painful.

He can hear the moment he finally regains the use of his own lungs. He exhales forcefully, claws digging into the bedding. “Sh-shit-” Adam whispers. The muscles in his back are trembling as far as Lucifer can see. He grabs the robe he is wearing and pushes it up even higher. He needs to see more of this. He needs to see everything.

His tail is lashing behind him, betraying how much he loves this moment of utter dominance over this man.

“Shit… fuck,” Adam says again, his voice a bit louder but also more whiney. Lucifer’s sharp toothed grin widens. He slowly pulls back, watching how his cock emerges nice and glittering with wetness before he slowly moves back in. Adam gurgles on his dick and arches his back like a pro.

“Hey, if I weren’t like… 99 percent sure you’ve never done this before, I’d say you’re a fucking pro at this, my guy. You’ve been holding out on us? You’ve been secretly fingering yourself all this time or something?”

He starts up a rhythm; nice and loose-hipped and easy, the hand on Adam’s horns a steady, calming presence. Keeping his head down and against the rumpled sheets at all times.

“I… I… n-no… fuck you-” his ire is not as impressive when he’s whining like he is now, shuddering intermittently on the cock gently reaming him. His hole still has trouble getting used to the feeling, it seems; trembling around him, occasionally clenching down in sudden desperation to push him back out… “Get out… g-get ouuuut,” Adam whines, clawing the sheets into ribbons.

There’s a flush on his cheekbones that is all too delicious looking.

Lucifer watches him intently as he fucks him in even, easy strokes; reaming him without any particular brutality, but also not letting him get all too accustomed to the sensation of having his pussy spread on dick.

And oh, would you look at that… Adam is getting all quiet real fast, whimpering softly as he drools into the sheets, his insides starting up a nice, rhythmic squeezing motion…

“Oh someone is enjoying himself,” Lucifer croons. He can’t deny that he’s downright disturbed about how good this bastard feels on his dick. He leans over Adam’s back. “Are you going to come on my cock? Hmmmn? Are you going to cum on your first ever dick without a hand on you? Huuuh? Are you going to call me daddy while you do it?”

Adam’s whole body jerks beneath him. His eyes, previously half-closed in reluctant pleasure, suddenly are wide open again. There’s genuine hate in his gaze, but his body is betraying him as he starts to cum like a good boy, pumping out his desperate load while speared deep on Lucifer’s dick.

There’s a sob in his voice as he rattles out a “F-F-FffuuuUUuck YyyooouUUuu” all uncoordinated and vitriolic.

Lucifer is grinning but out of breath himself. He hangs on to his own orgasm out of sheer spite. He wants to drag this out for hours. He wants Adam to lick his boots like a puppy and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ by the time he is done with him.

No… This is just the fucking beginning.

[taterdraws]

Catch me vomiting unrelated doodles onto a canvas as always

[bloodyboi]

[allastoredeer]

What if angels could break soul contracts and Alastor keeps taking L’s

Edit: The amazing HazbinVixen on AO3 wrote a fic based off of this comic "Breaks for Dates" and ya'll should give it a looksie if you're into Adam/Alastor.

[6esiree]

How They React To You Sitting On Their Laps

Imagine you sit on Alastor’s, Lucifer’s, Husk’s, Vox’s, Adam’s, Sir Pentious’s and Saint Peter’s laps? You’re not in a relationship with any of them.

Alastor:

Alastor’s hands seized your hips, his claws threatening to tear into the thin fabric of your skirt as you shifted on his lap, trying to make yourself comfortable. “What are you doing?” He hissed, a forbidden feeling stirring in between his legs. Alastor was struggling to pay attention to Charlie’s speech, distracted by the feeling of your clothed cunt against his crotch.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, but you only apologized for the dampness that suddenly seeped through your panties, staining his once pristine slacks. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Oh, darling, it’s too late for that,” Alastor whispered back, the usual static behind his voice absent. “Now, be a good girl and keep that mouth of yours shut.”

Alastor’s ragged breaths caressed your nape, giving in to the need to feel you and tentatively moving your hips against his. Even though your clit dragged perfectly against his erection, you only finished quickly because the Radio Demon was dry humping you in a room full of people, your lips parting with a silent moan as he told you to meet him at his tower later.

Lucifer:

Lucifer stared up into the ceiling, his hands restlessly flexing against your waist as he tried to avoid the sight of your ass wiggling against his crotch. “I don’t mind standing, you know,” He told you, chuckling nervously. You couldn’t let the King of Hell give up his seat for you, but by the time you settled down, it was too late, his erection slotted in between your clothed cunt.

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, feeling utterly ashamed, but you pretended to act clueless. “I’m not a pervert, I swear.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, looking over your shoulder and peering down at the man, a look of surprise on his face.

Lucifer sucked in his lower lip, stifling a groan when you proceeded to grind down onto his lap, his crotch dampening in no time. He felt absolutely filthy as you, a stranger, effortlessly coaxed an orgasm out of him in a room full of people. It took all of Lucifer’s willpower not to hike your skirt up over your waist and push your panties aside to bury himself into you.

Husk:

Husk held onto your hips, his face nestled in the crook of your neck as you sat on his lap, trying to distract you from his growing erection. “How’s ya drink, doll?” He spoke into your ear, pop music blaring in the background. You peered down at him, an amused smile gracing your lips. Husk wasn’t usually so talkative, but you quickly figured out what was his deal.

“It’s good, do you want to try it?” You asked him, purposely shifting against his crotch as you turned around to offer him some. “Come on, I know you want a taste, old man.”

“The Hell is that supposed to mean?” Husk responded gruffly, his eyes nervously darting to everybody else at the booth, making sure they weren’t paying attention. “I’m just…ya know, ‘cause ya movin’ too much—“

Husk hissed when you wiggled your ass, his hands gripping your hips with a bruising strength. He tried to warn you, but you didn’t care, taking a sip of your drink as you dragged your clothed cunt against his erection. Husk eventually gave into your ministrations, taking advantage of the loud environment and sighing into your neck, thrusting up to relieve himself alongside you.

Vox:

Vox’s claws tapped impatiently against the armrest of his chair as you sat on his lap, that dreaded pencil skirt of yours riding up incredibly high. “Are you almost done?” He asked, trying to focus on you working instead of your exposed panties, the thin, lacey fabric teasing him from his peripheral vision. You nodded, sitting down completely as you rebooted his monitors.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry for taking long,” You said, smiling to yourself at the feeling of your boss’s growing erection poking your ass. “You need to stop interacting with random links, by the way.”

“I swear, I haven’t interacted with a single link since you last helped me out,” Vox protested. You hummed… as if you weren’t the one who had purposely downloaded viruses to sit on his lap again. “It must be something else.”

Vox huffed, annoyed, but then you leaned forward, slightly lifting your ass up and pretending to resume your attention on his monitors. There was no way you hadn’t felt his erection, his eyes flitting down to see your panties drenched in your slick. Vox decided to buck up into your clothed cunt, and when you responded with a soft moan, he decided to fuck you on his desk for being a tease.

Adam:

Adam bounced his leg as you sat on his lap, a wicked smile growing on his face when you dropped your pen, your clothed cunt throbbing against his thigh. “Something the matter, babe?” He said, hooking his fingers underneath your skirt, moving it further up your waist. You were annoyed, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but part your legs and give Adam what he wanted.

“This is due in less than half an hour, sir,” You huffed, picking up your pen once more and trying to get back to your paperwork on your desk. “I need to do my job—“

“I’m your boss, babe, relax! You won’t get fired—I won’t let it happen,” Adam said, his erection digging into your ass. “Now, be a good girl and ride my fucking leg. Come on, don’t be shy.”

Adam placed one hand on your hip and the other on your breast, encouraging you to move against him. And you did, abandoning the paperwork and bracing yourself on the corners of your desk, feeling absolutely filthy as you dragged your cunt on the man’s leg, drenching his robes with your juices in no time. That was only the beginning, however, feeling him pushing your panties aside.

Sir Pentious:

Sir Pentious tried to give up his spot on the couch for you, but when you declined, he offered you his lap like the gentlemen he was. “Is everything alright, my dear?” He asked you, his hands flexing against your waist. You kept shifting in his lap, and oh, Pentious was trying his absolute best to not let it get to him. But with your skirt hiking up with your ministrations, he was struggling.

“Sorry, we’ve just been here for a while so I’m starting to get restless,” You whispered to him, which was partly true.

“Oh, I sssee,” Pentious said, interrupting himself with a squeak as he felt the warmth of your clothed cunt, but he didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop.

Sir Pentious sunk into the couch, biting his tongue as you subtly rocked against his crotch, oblivious to the fact that you were trying to figure out if the rumors about him having two dicks were true. And they were, a blush creeping up your neck at the feeling of them poking you. You felt bad for lying to Pentious, but you’d make it up to him later, willing to put both of your holes to use.

Saint Peter:

Saint Peter shifted underneath you, your clothed cunt slack against his crotch as you sat on his lap, so warm and tempting. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” He nervously chuckled, struggling to fend off the feeling stirring in between his legs while you looked through the list of people slated to arrive in Heaven. Peter hoped that God would forgive him for the sinful thoughts that circulated his mind.

“It gets longer with time, right?” You asked him, slowly turning to the next page, a small smile gracing your lips as his breath hitched.

“I, uh—excuse me?” Peter said, confused, but then you said ‘The Book,’ shame flooding his brain for misinterpreting your question. “Oh! Yes, yes. Of course. Every day there’s a new page.”

Saint Peter deflated at that, so you decided to stop being a tease and moved against his crotch. He opened his mouth to ask you what you were doing, but you tossed your head back onto his shoulder, carding a hand through his hair and bringing him in for a kiss. You swallowed the surprised gasp that escaped Peter’s throat, including his shame as you ruined his favorite robes with your juices.

[mothratta]

Val and Adam make a deal. Definitely not shady at all and Adam definitely won’t regret it later

[the-gabardine-fox]

The Hazbin Hotel shadow boxes I made so far! I still need to add Vaggie, Lute, and Val!

[hecatek1812]

This ended up looking like an Album cover, but I'm not mad about.

In order not to get fucked by hell, Adam entered into a deal with Lucifer and since he absolutely hates being seen as weak, he just pretends to be Lucifer's big bad bodyguard. And it works. Demons are successfully intimidated by the duo. (And Adam gets in so many fights, lol)

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

Hazbin Hotel - COULD Adam Come Back As A Sinner?

(Note - this is NOT meant to pressure anyone on Hazbin Hotel to include or exclude Adam from future seasons. DO NOT USE THIS TO HARASS ANYONE INTO DOING ANYTHING WITH ADAM!!!!! BE BETTER THAN THE VOLTRON FANBASE!!!!!!! These are just all the points that could support or disprove Adam returning next season, compiled by a very bored person who’s suffering from a terrible case of Alex Brightman brainrot.)

Evidence supporting Adam being gone forever:

Perma-death has been established many times in Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel.

We see Adam’s dead body on screen. He doesn’t get dragged away to an uncertain fate, or die off-screen - we get to watch Niffty put lots of new holes in his vital organs (or where his vital organs would be if he still had any - how exactly DOES Angel physiology work?)

Adam was stabbed many times with Angelic Steel, which is supposed to be the ultimate weapon & guarantees perma-death. Maybe. It’s Kryptonite for Princes of Hell & puts down imps & demons, and is the only substance that harms angels.

Adam’s very much a Baby’s First Boss Fight. The practice baddy the heroes defeat in the first season before facing more nuanced, terrifying threats in future seasons. Like Zhao in Avatar the Last Airbender, or Nightmare Moon in My Little Pony. And next season promises to do some interesting stuff with Lute, Sera, and possibly Lilith as primary antagonists.

Adam’s kind of the worst. He has his fans, don’t get me wrong, and there’s something intriguing about such a major asshole. But I wonder how many folks like Adam for Adam, and how many like Adam because Alex Brightman’s having a ton of fun voicing him.

Evidence supporting Adam’s return as a Sinner

Dramatic Irony. Adam spent all of Season 1 dumping on Hell & its citizens, made his mark as the leader of the Exorcists, and has a whole villain song about how “Hell is Forever.” Imagine how he would feel to find himself trapped in Hell with all the other Sinners.

While perma-death DOES exist in Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel, the folks who HAVE died were demons, imps, Hell Hounds, angels, and sinners who made no effort to redeem themselves prior to biting it. The majority of which were never human and, presumably, never had souls. But Adam was a human - The FIRST Human, as he’s always bragging, and therefore has a soul. Just as Sir Pentious’s sacrifice led to his soul being redeemed enough to get him into Heaven, maybe Adam being killed by Niffty for all of HIS sins would land his soul in Hell to think about everything he’s done.

If Sir Pentious is going to be in Season 2, it means Alex Brightman will still be part of the cast. So if he’s recording for Pentious & background vocals, it’s not TOO big of a lift to have him record for Adam.

We haven’t had proper introductions to Lilith or Eve yet. It might be interesting to see how they interact with their first husband. Watching Lucifer heckle Adam before beating the crap out of him was entertaining - I’m kind of curious to see what Adam’s exes have to say about him.

If a Sinner getting into Heaven would shake things up, imagine how much chaos would ensue if folks found out they could be cast out of Heaven for being hypocritical jerks.

[kailysander]

Adam & Eve

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] She likes her smile

Again, I would like to specify that the horns on Grace Huffman's head are for artistic reasons and she is human, not a demon.

Hazel Adams likes Grace Huffman's smile because, as a toon, she loves it when she sees other people happy. [One of the main jobs of being a toon is to entertain and make people laugh.]

She's not so different from Jack Desmond to be honest.

Heh.