#hazbin Sinner Adam x you

[redfoxwritesstuff]

AN: I'm sorry for misleading everyone, Vexi hasn't been licking actual doorknobs in the airport. She drank at a airport bar- I'm sorry, lounge- and biologically that's the same thing. And what did it get her?! What did it get us?! Angstmas dressed up in a Smutmas hat!

Summary: You had a simple request for Adam- All you wanted for Christmas was a new charger plug for your tablet. It was a small, simple request, something well within his powers even with the household's limited financial budget. When he fails to even get that right, you have a gift of your own to fill his Christmas stocking... (Guest starring Vexi's BLT sandwich)

CW: Dub con, strap on, unprepped anal sex, vibrator, dildo, angry spouse, hand jobs, Anal as punishment

You sat at the table, the tablet, leaning against the vase of long dead flowers, glaring back at you. It wasn’t, not really at least. It didn’t have eyes, but the reflection of your face in the cold black glass did the job just as well. 

You were angry. So angry, in fact, that you were shocked that your reflection didn’t actually have steam pouring from your ears. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” Adam hardly looked over at you from where he leaned against the counter, shoving what should have been your magnificent BLT into his gullet. “Fuck, this sandwich is dry as hell.” 

“Like I will be the next time you touch me,” you grumbled under your breath. 

“What was that, babe?” The dryness of your perfect sandwich- which, for the record, had the perfect amount of mayo and juicy tomato, topped with crisp fresh lettuce and most certainly was not dry as fuck- did not slow him down in the slightest as he polished it off. 

“Nothing,” you answered in a singsong voice, not really having it in you to fight him today. 

It wasn’t worth it. You knew he wouldn’t get you the right charger for the tablet. You had set him with a picture of the fucking thing. You told him the model number. You had the barcode written on a scrap of paper- not that it had actually made it in his pocket even though you physically put it in his goddamned hands as he put his shoes on. There was nothing you could have done to make it clearer which one you needed in an effort to try to avoid getting the wrong charger out of the hundreds of slightly different, all unique chargers VoxTek used for their marid of products. 

It didn’t matter. All your efforts were for nothing. Adam got the wrong charger. 

“You sure you’re not mad?” Adam spoke through a mouth of crumbs. 

“Nope,” you answered, voice clipped as you stood, chair scraping harshly against the scuffed, peeling floor. “I’ll just go out and get the right one.” 

“I really tried,” Adam said, following you, looking very much like a kicked puppy as you stepped into your shoes and grabbed your wallet. It was too late for those big, brown and red eyes to dump water on the embers of your anger.

“I know.” You rose up on your toes as you and placed a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek, small, leathery wing twitching at the feeling of crumbs under your lips. That was as close to eating your BLT as you would get once again. “Enjoy your new VoxPlay.” 

“I will,” Adam said as the door shut behind you. 

You knew he was already setting up the newest handheld gaming system. He didn’t need it. You couldn’t afford it. That didn’t stop him. He found a way to afford, fucked if you knew who he begged, borrowed and maybe fucked for the funds. 

That was Adam’s secret power. He could afford anything if it was for himself. He could remember anything, if it was for himself. 

If it was for you, though? If it was something you asked for? If it was a gift for you? 

He forgot. He got the wrong thing. He couldn’t afford it. He didn’t try. He never tried. 

You would find a way to make him listen.

The display of sex toys in the window of a store across the street caught your attention. Large dildos promising to split open even the hardest nut to crack. Adam’s nuts were far from hard to crack open, but his brain? Ha! That was a different story. 

It seemed, no matter what you did, you couldn’t make Adam listen to your words. Why? He was too busy looking at your tits or thinking about what he’d like to do with his dick. 

Maybe if you had a dick bigger than his, he would listen to you… 

And if not, at least he was sure to remember for a few days. 

You were laying on your side, tucked into bed already, waiting for Adam. In the living room, his boisterous laugh carried easily as he played the game he had purchased earlier. It was his third new game today alone for that fucking VoxPlay. 

That was alright, you would stay up as long as it took for him to join you in bed. You were far from an impatient demon. You had waited all of your life and into your afterlife to have anything resembling the tenuous security you had now. 

Until then, you would wait. You were just fine waiting for him. 

Absently, you ran your hand up and down the long, thick shaft that extended from you. It was already coated in lube, ready and waiting for you to have somewhere to put it. Your fingers struggled to wrap around its girth. Thick, plastic veins traced the path up to the wide, tapered glans. 

You were used to taking cock, growing accustomed to and even craving Adam’s intimidating size. The monster you had secured between your legs was thick enough that the idea of having it inside of you made your knees weak. It would take time, stretching, and effort, but you could accommodate it… probably. 

A soft buzzing sound was nearly inaudible as the plastic pressed against your clit rumbled softly, providing just enough stimulation to keep you entertained as you waited, teasing you slowly closer to an orgasm. The getup you wore wasn’t cheap, but every time the harness shifted slightly, the dildo lodged inside your body stirred your insides, pressing against your fluttering walls. 

“Adam, baby,” you called for him sweetly, running your lube free hand over your breasts. You intended to wait for him, but the constant low stimulation was getting to be too much. If he took much longer, you’d abandon your plan and just fuck yourself. 

“What do you need?” Adam answered from the couch.

“You,” you whined just in the way you knew would have him up off the couch and crossing the apartment. 

He didn’t come. The couch didn’t even creak. 

“Please, Adam,” you moaned as you rocked the harness, thrusting the large dildo lodged inside you slightly. “I need you.” 

“Oh fuck,” you heard it in his voice. Adam got it now. “Hold on.” 

Hold on? Hold on?! He didn’t get it well enough, clearly. 

“Please, Adam.” You softly pinched your nipple, waiting in the dark. “I’m so ready to fuck you.” 

Adam all but flew into the room, crashing into the bed with a thump that had you bouncing, hand wrapped around the thick shaft of the dildo jerking, thrusting the one inside you. 

“Why are you in the dark?” Adam asked, slipping under the covers. “And hiding from me?” 

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss Adam while keeping your lower body at a distance. “Roll over. I want to rub your back.” 

“What did I do to deserve this?” Adam asked, rolling onto his stomach and thrusting his hips lightly into the bed on reflex, seeking some stimulation for his already hard cock. 

Adam was always quick to get hard and ready to fuck at a moment’s notice. 

First, you turned on the music before you straddled his back, careful to keep your hips high enough that he wouldn’t feel the harness. The last thing you wanted was for Adam to hear to soft vibrator working against your clit or feel what you had planned for him. 

He moaned, rutting slightly against the bed as you rubbed down the soft skin of his back and shoulders. With a bit of pressure, you could feel the strong muscle that existed, hidden just under the softness of Adam. He was deceptively strong, something you had always loved about him. 

You worked lower and lower until your hands dug into the muscles of his lower back. He was moaning now, clearly in a happy place from your pampering, thrusting weakly into the mattress. Your smile twitched, knowing he was smearing precum onto the sheets you didn’t have money to take to the laundry matt to wash. 

“Fuck, babe. What’s up with this?”

“I wanted to thank you,” you said as you worked your hands over the muscles of his ass, taking the time to spread his cheeks as you worked. “Get on your knees?” 

You asked the question sweetly, hoping he wouldn’t question it. 

“Why?” 

Fuck, his question left you scrambling for an answer that would make sense. 

“It’s a new message technique I read about.” The lie almost made you feel bad… Almost. 

Adam climbed up on his knees, ass facing you. His heavy cock hung down in front of him, twitching with the beat of his heart. What would he do if you reached around and squeezed his shaft, yanking down in an attempt to milk him like a cow? 

Nevermind, that wasn’t his lesson for the night. 

You made a performance out of rubbing his lower back, then the back of his thighs, moving higher and higher as you spread his ass cheeks apart. 

Part of you knew this was wrong. You and Adam had never really discussed this, though you knew he wasn’t against the idea. That didn’t change the fact that you were not warning him, nor were you prepping him. 

What little guilt you felt died as you heard the sound of the video game, still turned on in the living room. The pause music continued to play, showing you he had every intention of fucking you then returning to the game. 

“Come on, babe.” Adam whined as you admired the way his balls and cock hung. This wasn’t an angle you looked at the man you hadn’t intended to end up with as your unofficial partner from. “You said you wanted to fuck. I left midway through a fight.” 

That killed any remaining guilt.

You grabbed ahold of the shaft of your slicked up cock and placed it against the puckered ring of his asshole. Adam’s whole body tensed at the contact. A wicked smile stretched across your lips, sharp teeth reflecting what little light filtered into the room.

“Babe?” Adam looked over his shoulder at you. “What are you doing?” 

“Well, Baby.” You pushed forward, speaking in a high, singsong voice as the head of the artificial cock breached the tight ring of muscle. “I thought if you wouldn’t listen to me half a damn because I don’t have a dick, I’d get my own.” 

“What the actual fuck?” Adam snapped, only to choke on his words when you pushed the head of the artificial cock deeper in the tight ring of his asshole. 

You pushed forward, slowly and steadily, as he gasped for air, sounding very much like a fish out of water. Deeper and deeper, you pushed on as Adam started trembling. 

You knew everything he was feeling, in theory at least, from the times he had convinced you to take his cock up your ass. 

You slowly filled him, gripping his hips as he would you. You moaned as the dildo inside you shifted, pushing against your walls. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of the vibrator as the distance between your hips and Adam’s ass closed. 

His arms gave out, and he collapsed in a heap onto the mattress, ass in the air. Each tremble of his body shook the dildo moving deeper into him, moving through the harness to shake the dildo inside you. You paused for a moment, letting him adjust. It was a small mercy.

“It’s bigger than you,” you told Adam as your hips kissed his ass. “How’s it feel?”

“Holy fuck, babe.” Adam’s voice carried the same tremors running through the rest of his body. “Too much.” 

“Is it?” The hum between your legs increased as you fished the remote out from where you tucked it in the back of your panties. It wasn’t the sexiest storage option, but it worked. No woman was immune to using creativity to manage storage, anyway, since fashion designers long ago decided women were not worth of the simple joy of pockets. 

“I thought maybe if I had the bigger dick,” you punctuated your words with shallow thrusts. “You would finally listen to me.” 

“Fuck,” Adam moaned, body chasing the dildo as you pulled back. Sweat gathered on his body, sparked by the intensity of the sensation as you filled him again and again. “Fuck, fuck.” 

“Feel good?” You asked as his cock jumped between his legs. 

Each thrust into him pushed against the harness, ensuring you never could forget about the fat dildo shoved deep in your own cunt. 

“Fuck yeah,” he admitted, swallowing thickly as he struggled to breathe through the sensations. “Fuck.” 

“Do you want to cum?” Your voice was a tempting mix of sinfully sweet and heavy with your own lust, the powerful vibrations and fullness in your cunt tempting you closer to your orgasm. 

“Please?” Adam whined, his ass bouncing slightly against your every thrust. 

“I don’t think you deserve to,” you hummed, much like the vibrator did against your swollen, sensitive clit. “You couldn’t even get me the right fucking charger.” 

“I’m sorry,” Adam whimpered, fingers digging into the bedding as you fucked into him. “I’m sorry, please- I want to cum. I’ll be good for you. I won’t fuck up again. I promise, please.” 

It surprised you how well he submitted, how quickly he submitted. He hadn’t once reached for his cock, though his hands were free to do so. You didn’t have to tell him not to. Was that a side of your partner you didn’t know about or was he so overwhelmed he simply forgot he had to ability to use his hand?

“Will you?” You reached around, wrapping your hand around his cock. Pre-cum wept from the head, falling in drops from his tip. You ran your fingers over the soft bulbus head of his cock, smearing the slick fluid over his skin.

“I’m sorry. I will. I will. I promise, Babe. Babe, I’ll be better. I’ll do better. Fuck, please?”

You wrapped your hand tighter around his cock, pumping it slowly. Every babbled pea that fell from Adam’s lips made you feel powerful. Is what he felt when he made you dumb, mindless, and desperate for his cock? Was this what he liked so much about making you dumb for him?

His cock was heavy in your hand as you pumped his length, working him in time with your thrusts. Each pathetic sound he made was a thrill down your spine, tightening the spring in your core, independent of the vibrations. 

Who would cum first, you or Adam?

You rocked your hips, working the dildo in and out of him mindlessly, fucking the vibrator in the harness more than you were fucking him. Your hand pumped Adam’s shaft as you fucked him and yourself. 

Your back arched as you felt your walls grip the dildo inside you. Each thrust rubbed the vibrator against your clit as you pounded the up button, seeking more and more until it couldn’t give you anymore. The vibrations were so powerful that Adam could feel them every time you bottomed out the dildo in his ass. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he clawed the sheets as he tried weakly to thrust forward, still taking the hard cock as you rode out your orgasm, deep, gasping moans falling freely from your lips as your walls tried to milk the dildo inside you. “Fuck, Babe. Babe. Fuck. FUCK!” 

He came, screaming your name as his load shot onto the bedspread. You fucked him through his orgasm, riding the waves of your own as it tapered off. A dull ache settled into your thighs, ass and abdomen as you stilled.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you pulled the dildo from Adam, falling back on your sore ass as you gasped for air. “Fuck, that’s hard work.” 

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HOW HAZBIN HOTEL REACT TO ST. PATRICK’S DAY BY SINNER TEEN! READER

Prompt: sinner! Reader teaches the gang how St.Patrick day is like when they were alive.

MUHAHHA YOU ARE PINCHING BITCHES LEFT AND RIGHT😘☝🏾

I can see you just wearing hella green and pinching the others. Now only if you survive Alastor. Cause it’s cannon that he hates touch. But if you are like his child, he may spare you and want to know the tradition you did.

If you aren’t like a child to Alastor, you better pray to Lucifer that you aren’t getting eaten tonight cause you dipped the hell out of his room seeing his eyes turn to radio dials.

You dress the egg boiz up fancy in green suits and a nice leprechaun hats.❤️ it’s so cute as they just smile at you and hug your legs

Charlie had to talk to you about the pinching today, you softly pinched her as she talked. But you told her how in the modern world that there’s a day where people pinch each other if they don’t wear green on St.Patrick’s day. But once you told Charlie that a green four leaf clover meant good luck.

You better believe she went to Charlie Morningstar, to “GOOD LUCK CHARLIE”😭😭😭

She’s literally going to try and find one so her good luck can help the hotel. She dragged vaggie into this which made vaggie glare at you. You just smirk holding a green flower.

Charlie would go crazy with this small holiday thing as she makes you decorate the hotel in green for it. Hell, and you don’t hate as you help her out with doing the decorations and green painting.

After that, they all started to wear green during that March. Plus, your pinches are like death themselves because you actually accidentally paralyzed husky in his neck

Husk didn’t like the whole holiday until you told him about the drinking. The mf smiles and switched so fast it made you side eye him.

You’re giving the meanest, tightest, skin ripping pinch to Valentino in his damn sleep.

Heaven isn’t safe either 😈

LMAO IMAGINE ADAM WATCHING TV AND HE FEELS A PINCH ONLY TO TURN AROUND TO SEE A FUCKIN LEPRECHAUN- aka which is you

“WHAT THE SHIT?!”

“SURPISE MOTHAFUCKA!” And you just dip like that throwing down a green smoke bomb.

After that hell and heaven both had a meeting to make st.Patrick day a thing, cause how the tf did you get to heaven..no one knows. You are secretly a god/j

You also teach the residents it, like you teach the old school and probably the new school sinners what St.Patrick’s day is like for you.

Who knew a minor like you in hell was such a damn menace, cause straight after St.Patricks Day. People were scared to get pinch whilst you just walk around the hotel and pride ring.

[voxslays]

Lucifer, Alastor, Vox, Adam, & Angel Dust as the five stages of grief

Warnings: Mild mentions of death, depression, & murder. also the death of our almighty queen Y/N

Lucifer: Depression

He would definitely be numb to the whole ordeal. Having lost his first wife, Lilith, and now losing you?

He would probably cling onto your dead body and cry. Charlie might try to pull him off, but he won’t budge. How could he possibly let you go?

After your death, he would often be seen by the hotel residents, either crying while holding up your picture, or staring into space.

Charlie would try her best to comfort him. Afterall, you were like a second mother to her. But nothing could take away his pain.

He would probably grieve your death for the rest of eternity, but eventually (and slowly) start to get over it.

Alastor: Anger

After he murders ẃ̸̝̝̰͋͒ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ṽ̵͇̟̺̣͓̰̭̲̼̻̪̩̰͒̓̿̄̾̔̊͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ǎ̴̯̀͠r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅ ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝u̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅṽ̵͇̟̺̣͓̰̭̲̼̻̪̩̰͒̓̿̄̾̔̊͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅf̵̢̻͈̫̬̻͔̘̞͈̆̇̍̈̌͊ͅ ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅs̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅ l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅf̵̢̻͈̫̬̻͔̘̞͈̆̇̍̈̌͊ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝, and broadcasts their screams as he slowly mauled them to death. Like Lucifer, he would probably cling onto your dead body. It would take the whole hotel crew to pull Alastor off you.

The hotel would hold a miniature funeral for you.

Alastor’s mental health would probably start deteriorating quickly–not that it wasn’t before, and he would probably kill any sinners who reminded him too much of you.

If the pain became too much, he might even leave the hotel forever.

Adam: Denial

He would probably laugh.

There is no way you, the almighty Y/N, his lover, could be dead. Right? He would probably just stare in disbelief.

After your death, when people would come up to him and say how sorry they were that you were dead, he would simply stare in disbelief.

Your funeral? He’s still in denial. Expecting you to wake up, open the casket, and jump out.

Months later, he would stay up late at night, hoping, praying, begging, for any sign of you. He would still expect you to walk through the front door and jump into his embrace.

Vox: Acceptance

Vox would grieve just as hard as the others, however, he would quickly accept the harsh truth that you will never come back to him.

Although he would accept your death, It would take him a while to move on – probably years.

He would try to talk to a therapist to get rid of these complicated feelings he had buried deep inside, knowing that you weren’t going to come back.

Valentino and Velvette would comfort him throughout the whole ordeal, having deep complicated feelings for you of their own.

It's safe to say that it took Vox at least five years to move on.

Angel Dust: Bargaining

Angel Dust would hold your cold, lifeless body, and shake it, saying things like ‘come on sugartits!’ or ‘it's time to wake up!’

It takes Angel a while to comprehend things.

Angel probably would think he could’ve saved you if he had been a better person, or if he had changed something even slightly.

He would bargain with himself, deep inside begging you to come back, even though he knows you will never return.

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@crackrodent I really am using your requests as tribute for my Kinktober/Flufftober, lol. This is my very first Adam ask and I'm sorry, I can't kill Adam! You know how much I love Adam! That's it *rolls up sleeves* imma show you what happens when you mess with the d1ckm@ster! Rawr! 😈

Special thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for being my muse for this story. Bless you. I had way too much fucking fun writing this. 💖

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, reader is fox demon for plot, sinner!adam, d☆ggy style, reader has a potty mouth, adam is the dickmaster, an☆l play, sp☆nking, hair pulling, multiple ☆rgasm (f!receiving), sq☆irting, rough s☆x, bl☆w job, big d☆ck adam, dom/sub undertone, so much f☆cking banter istg please shut up, adam being adam, adam figuratively sucking his own dick, toxic masculinity just oozes out of adam but the sex is hot af tho, adam is kind of a loveable idiot (?), I really went overboard here...sry kit (but not rly ayyy 🤣), CRUFTTY (crack + fluff + smut)

Building a sandwich was fucking art.  

The bread had to be perfect – moist and soft, but not so soft that it turned into a soggy mess under the weight of the toppings. It needed strength to hold everything together, to create a flawless bite.  

Every ingredient was handpicked by yours truly, each one deserving its place. The crispness of the lettuce, the savoury crunch of bacon, and the creamy balance of mayonnaise all had to align just right. Too much of anything, and the delicate flavour of harmony would soon collapse into a desolate heap of failure.  

It was your first day at “Hazbin Hotel,” a place with the dumbest fucking name you’d ever heard. Redemption, they called it. A program to save sinners, to help them earn their way to heaven. So far, all you’d seen was a ragtag crew of lunatics who wouldn’t have spent five minutes together unless they had their own selfish reasons for being here.  

Not that you gave a damn. You were here for one thing: free rent and free food. Your pointy ears twitched at the sound of manic laughter echoing through the halls. Niffty? Swifty? Whatever the hell her name was, you didn’t care enough to remember.  

All that mattered right now was your sandwich.  

Your orange tail, fluffy and tipped in black, swayed behind you as you worked with precision. The smell of freshly fried bacon lingered in the air, and a satisfied shiver ran down your spine. You squinted, eyeing the perfect amount of mayonnaise that dropped onto the bread with a soft plop. A sense of pride bloomed in your chest as you spread it evenly, knowing this was going to be the best fucking sandwich you’d ever made since coming down to Hell.  

Your lips stretched into a grin as you placed the final slice of bread on top, your tail flicking back and forth in anticipation. 

This was it. 

Perfection.  

Nothing could ruin this beautiful moment.  

Until, of course, all hell broke loose.  

As you stepped into the lobby, plate in hand, you barely had time to process the chaos before you. Your feet skidded to a halt, and you almost dropped your sandwich. The sandwich you would’ve committed six counts of murder for. 

“Holy shit!” you yelped, barely saving the plate from tumbling.  

There, right in front of you, was Niffty – or Swifty – going full psycho mode, cackling like a maniac as she repeatedly stabbed the newest guest. The guy was on the floor, writhing in agony, while Niffty giggled like it was the funniest thing in the world. “DIE! DIE! DIE! HAHAHA!” she screamed, her voice high-pitched and sharp.  

The blood splattered in bright red streaks as her tiny form hovered over him, the blade of her dagger glistening with every wild thrust. You watched, half in horror, half in disbelief, as she continued her assault with a grin that could only belong to someone completely unhinged.  

It wasn’t until Charlie – or was it Marley? - rushed in, shouting and waving her arms, that the scene started to settle. “Niffty, stop!” she yelled, scooping up the small, crazed girl with a panicked gasp. The dagger slipped from Niffty’s hand, clattering to the ground, blood still dripping from its blade.  

Huh. So, the girl’s name was Niffty.  

Noted.  

You picked up your sandwich, sinking your teeth into it, and damn near moaned right there in the lobby. The crisp, salty bacon mingled with the fresh crunch of lettuce, all balanced perfectly with the smooth creaminess of mayo. The bread was just the right kind of soft, with a subtle sweetness that tied everything together. It was like biting into a small piece of fucking heaven, even if you were in literal hell.  

“Oh, fuck,” came a groan from the man on the floor, interrupting your moment of sandwich bliss. The shitty guy who’d just been stabbed was slowly getting to his feet, looking dazed. “What the fuck!” he whined, wincing as he touched his back, his fingers now slick with blood. “That fucking hurts, like, real bad!”  

You rolled your eyes. Drama queen. This was hell, he was going to regenerate in a couple of minutes anyhow. You looked at him, and you almost dropped your sandwich, again.  

This guy.  

This fucking guy.  

Why was this fucking guy here, of all places? 

Marley – no, Charlie, fuck, whatever – chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that,” she said, flashing a nervous grin. “I, uh, forgot to tell Niffty that you’re not a bad guy anymore and at least she didn’t stab you with Angelic Steel!” she smiled way too brightly, as if that would somehow smooth things over.  

The man groaned again, straightening up with an exaggerated wince. “Ugh, I was never a bad guy,” he huffed, raising his hands in a condescending little air-quote gesture. “I was chosen and ordained by the big man upstairs to do what was right.” His nose shot up in the air like he thought he was some hot shit, and he crossed his arms with the kind of arrogance that made you want to punch him in the throat.  

You didn’t give two shits about the conversation. Hell, it was taking every ounce of self-control not to rip his trachea out right then and there. Of all the scum in hell, this asshole was the worst.  

Before the hotel, you’d made the horrible mistake of matching with him on Vinder, thinking maybe you could enjoy a no-strings-attached fling. 

Big fucking mistake.  

Your eyes twitched at the flood of memories. His obnoxious, open-mouth chewing. His laugh – raucous, loud, and so fucking embarrassing in public. And the way he’d slapped your ass during the first date like he fucking owned you.  

Chauvinistic.  

Pig.  

Every fibre of your being hated him.  

Well, almost everything.  

Your fingers tightened around the plate; the half-eaten sandwich forgotten. You hated him with a passion, but you couldn’t deny one thing: he had a huge cock. And, fuck, he knew how to use it. No matter how many times you swore it would be the last time; you kept crawling back, falling into the same damn cycle.  

One more fuck turned into two, then three, then how the hell did this happen again?

You were a goddamn addict – specifically, addicted to his dick. If you could slap a paper bag over his head, tie him up, and just ride him without hearing his obnoxious voice, that would be ideal. But you had no fucking self-control, and now here you were, in this weird-ass hotel,probably a cult at this point, hoping for a clean break.  

Adam – fucking Adam – caught your eye. His lips curled into a wide grin, teeth flashing like he’d just found a new toy. His red eyes sparkled in the dim light as he swaggered toward you, arms wide open. “Sugartits!” he called out, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. He moved in for a hug.  

You ducked under his arm, shooting him the nastiest scowl you could muster. Your ears flattened against your head, tail dropping between your legs in a stiff, unamused twitch.  

“You two know each other?” Marley – Charlie – whoever, asked, looking between you both with a raised brow and growing curiosity.  

“No,” you said curtly, biting into your sandwich again with more aggression than necessary.  

Adam, of course, couldn’t resist. “Oh, you could say I know her very well,” he said with a shit-eating grin, waggling his eyebrows like an idiot.  

“Ew,” Marley muttered, grimacing without even trying to hide her disgust.  

You groaned inwardly. Of all the fucking people in hell, why did it have to be him? 

Before you could even form a word, Adam’s fingers wiggled playfully, his lips curling into an “O” as he honed in on your sandwich like a predator eyeing its prey. “Aww, babe, you shouldn’t have!” he exclaimed, snatching up the sandwich you had poured your soul into for the last thirty minutes.  

“Wha-Wait-” you sputtered, horrified, as he stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in two massive bites, crumbs tumbling from his lips without a single ounce of grace.  

“Oh, hmm,” he chewed noisily, his cheeks bulging with food as he smacked his lips obnoxiously. “Ya know, I think you-” smack, smack, smack – his disgusting chewing noises clashing with the image of your sandwich being annihilated. “You may have put too much mayonnaise,” he continued, crumbs flying as he spoke with his mouth open. “So, I’d give it a 4 out of 10.” 

The low, primal growl that erupted from your throat felt volcanic, like every ounce of rage you’d bottled up over the miserable dates and hollow excuses was bubbling to the surface. 

You were fucking done.  

Every humiliating dinner where he’d “forgotten” his wallet, every time you’d fucked him to deal with your frustration with him – it all flashed through your mind in an explosive torrent. Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and yanked him down to your level.  

“We need to fucking talk,” you growled, teeth clenched, venom practically dripping from your words.  

Dragging him towards your room, your eyes narrowed in disgust as Adam shot a wink at Marley, fingers raised in an unmistakable gesture for “fucking.” Of course, he thought this was just some sort of game.  

No amount of good dick would make you compromise on your self-respect–-

And yet, here you were, kneeling naked in your room, your mouth wrapped around his thick cock, the taste of him flooding your senses. The worst part? You didn’t even remember how the hell you got here.  

“Oh fuck, you missed my cock, didn’t you babe?” Adam groaned; his voice thick with smug satisfaction. His hand gripped the base of his cock while his other fingers curled into your hair, tugging hard enough to make you gasp. “Open that pretty little mouth for me. Say your prayers like the good girl you are,” he crooned, his voice dripping with arrogance.  

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  

You hated him. You hated how he could still make you fall to your knees with just a look. One second, you’d been screaming at him, ready to shove a 21-inch dildo up his ass, and the next, he had his cock out, and there you were – sucking him off like nothing had changed.  

Fuck.  

Your lips stretched painfully around his girth as he pushed deeper into your mouth, groaning as your warmth engulfed him. His soft, pudgy stomach pressed against your forehead as he shoved his fat cock all the way to the hilt. Your throat tightened around him, gagging slightly, but the reaction only made your pussy throb with need. The taste of him was heady, familiar, and it brought back memories of the way he could fuck you into oblivion, no matter how much you hated him.  

“That’s it, babe, suck it nice and deep,” Adam grunted, his hips thrusting forward as he buried himself deeper in your throat. “Bet you fucking missed this cock, huh? It’s been too long since you had a real man inside you.” 

You rolled your eyes, choking back the desire to tell him to shut the fuck up. If he would just be quiet for one goddamn second, you’d probably cum just from sucking his cock alone. But no, he always had to run his mouth.  

Then, his foot pressed firmly between your legs, the top of it rubbing directly against your slick pussy. Your breath hitched as his smug grin stretched wider, his eyes locking onto yours. “Go on, babe,” he taunted, his voice low and teasing. “I want to see you hump like the needy slut you are. Show me how much you fucking need it.” 

The words should’ve made you furious, but instead, they sent a shudder of arousal through your body. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down against his foot, your wetness soaking his skin as you rode him like you were desperate for release.  

You should hate this. You should hate him.  

You do hate him.  

But goddammit, you don’t hate this. 

“Mmph,” you moaned around his cock, your voice muffled by the thick shaft filling your throat. Your hips bucked wildly against his foot, the pressure building inside you faster than you’d like to admit. The musky taste of his pre-cum sliding down your throat made your whole-body clench in anticipation, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.  

“That’s right, sugartits,” Adam groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Look how good you are, sucking my big, fat cock.” The grin on his face was full of smug pride, and you could practically see the self-satisfaction swelling in his chest.  

The words “fuck you” echoed in your mind, but the moment his foot sped up, rubbing your clit in rapid strokes, your defiance crumbled beneath the weight of pure pleasure. The sharp edge of it cut through you, sending heat spreading like wildfire as your body tensed. Then, the first orgasm ripped through you, crashing like a wave and leaving your nerves buzzing in its wake.  

A muffled moan escaped around his cock, your spit trailing down your chin, your eyes rolling back in your head as your hands dug into his thighs for support. Fuck, it felt good. Fuck, it’s been too long.  

Adam pulled his cock free with a wet pop, and you barely had time to catch your breath before your legs trembled, the aftershocks still rippling through you.  

But just as you started to get your bearings, the world spun as he flipped you upside down, blood rushing to your head, disorienting you. His cock was right in your face again, and your brain struggled to catch up.  

“Wh-what the fuck are you doing?” you screeched, grabbing onto his bare hip for balance, your legs flailing helplessly in the air like a fish out of water.  

“Relax, babe. I’m going to eat you out,” he said simply, his breath hot against your dripping folds. He didn’t wait for your reply. “Now, shut up. Either suck my cock or wait your turn like a good girl for your second orgasm.” The condescension in his voice made you want to punch him.  

“Fuck you,” you spat, but your words were cut short as Adam ground his cock against your cheek, the heat of him searing into your skin.  

“You’re not that – ah – ah – fuck!” The insult died in your throat as your knees buckled, legs trembling with the sudden rush of pleasure. His tongue was already working between your folds, lapping at your wetness with obscene slurping sounds, like he was a dog drinking from a fountain.  

“Oh fuck, I’ve had better, you know,” you gasped, but even as you said it, your vision blurred from the lightheadedness, the blood pooling in your head making you dizzy. Your words rang hollow.  

Adam didn’t respond with words. Instead, he shoved his thick tongue deeper inside you, practically fucking your pussy with it. The roughness of his beard brushed against your sensitive clit, sending shockwaves through your body that had you trembling.  

“Fuck...fuck...” you whined, unable to stop the involuntary moans spilling from your lips. Your hand instinctively found his cock, pumping it with desperate need. You fucking jackass. You hated how his scent, his cock, his fucking presencehad this kind of power over you. The desire to ride him until you couldn’t walk for days burned in your gut.  

You hated everything about him – his cocky attitude, his smug grin, his fucking voice.  

But fuck, his cock? His cock almost made up for it. Almost. 

With a loud curse, as his mouth latched onto your swollen clit and sucked with relentless abandon, you felt yourself losing control. Your mouth opened wide, taking him back inside, your head bobbing back and forth as he fucked your mouth in rhythm with his tongue devouring you.  

The pressure from hanging upside down added to the dizzying pleasure, the blood rushing to your head making you lightheaded, while the taste of him hit your tongue. You needed both hands to grip his cock, stroking it harder, faster, desperate for his release – desperate for something to satisfy the ache growing inside you. Every orgasm he gave you left you unsatisfied because you knew the only thing that could truly wreck you was him fucking you senseless.  

As he always did.  

Your stomach clenched tight, thighs shaking as Adam moaned into your cunt, the vibration sending shivers of delight through you. His nose nudged against the base of your folds, his breath hot and heavy. “You gonna cum again, bitch?” he growled, his voice muffled, but the meaning was clear. The vibration of his words only pushed you closer to the edge.  

You hated how right he was. Fuck, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum again. You wanted to prove he wasn’t that good, that he didn’t know your body inside and out, that he couldn’t make you sing like a fucking instrument in his hands.  

But it was like he could read your mind, taking your challenge as an invitation. He bucked his hips, pistoning into your mouth harder, while his lips and tongue attacked your clit with reckless fervour. Saliva dripped from your mouth, your face flushed and wet with the effort of keeping up with his pace.  

It was only a matter of time. Your body betrayed you, your ass clenched, your legs spread wider, and with one last pulse of his tongue against your sensitive nub, you exploded. Another orgasm hit you, more intense than the last, your muffled cries of release vibrating around his cock as your body shook in his grasp.  

Tears blurred your vision, streaming down your face as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you breathless. The world spun once more as Adam laid you down, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.  

Your chest heaved, breath ragged, and your left leg twitched with the aftershocks pulsing through your still-throbbing core. The only sounds were your gasps and his own laboured breathing, tangled together in the humid air.  

Through bleary, tear-filled eyes, you glared up at him. “Fuck you,” you managed to spit out between shaky breaths.  

Adam, ever the cocky bastard, stroked his cock, slick with your spit, his hand gliding smoothly along his length. “Babe, that’s exactly what I’m about to do.” His smirk was infuriating, and all you could think about was shoving his face between your legs, smothering him with your pussy until he couldn’t talk anymore. God, you wanted to suffocate him with it. Death by cunt? Sign me the fuck-up. 

Why did he have to be such a colossal dick? The thought barely crossed your mind before his knees sank into the mattress, the bed groaning under his weight.  

“It you didn’t - hah – talk so much, you’d almost be tolerable,” you shot back, each word laced with venom.  

He burst out into bright laughter. “Tolerable? Baby, the way you worship my cock, you’re practically my most devout follower.” His sharp grin caught the dim light, and you couldn’t help the eye-roll that followed.  

“Holy fuck, you’re the biggest douchebag I know, I can’t even – ah!” Your words turned into a yelp as he slammed his hips against yours, burying himself deep inside you, aided by the slick remnants of your previous orgasms and his saliva.  

“Feel that?” he huffed, rolling his hips against your oversensitive clit, his voice dripping with smugness. “Look how fucking needy you are, bitch,” his grin widened as he looked down at you, eyes gleaming. “How many other cocks have tried to fill you since me? Any of them as good?” His hips slammed into yours, the wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.  

“Tell me, huh? Bet none of them could do this.” He pulled out, teasing you, before driving his cock back in, deeper, harder, the tip nudging against your cervix.  

“FUCK!” you screamed, legs instinctively spreading wider, your body arcing up to meet his. “You’re - ugh – such – a – fucking – ugh – ASS!” Each word was broken by the force of his persistent thrusts, the bed beneath you creaking in rhythm with his movements. It was like the damn thing was protesting as loudly as you were.  

“Good?” he smirked, filling in the blanks for you with every thrust. “Sexy? Amazing? Fantastic?” His pace quickened, clearly getting off on his own damn ego. If there was one thing he’d come from, it was the sound of his own bullshit.  

“All - ugh – you're good for – is your dick,” you growled, strands of hair sticking to your sweaty face, your skin slick with the sheen of your effort. You hated him, hated how smug he was, how cocky – and fuck, how right he was about how good his cock felt.  

Adam pulled out, his cock rock-hard and glistening with your arousal clinging to him. He gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up and pressing your face into the mattress.  

Your heart skipped. This was the position that always wrecked you. Every. Single. Time. 

“That’s why,” he lined up, the blunt tip of his cock teasing your entrance, “they call me the Dickmaster.” He punctuated his words by thrusting into you in one fluid stroke, filling you completely, pushing deep until he hit your womb. Your back arched as a shameless moan tore from your lips, your body curling from the overwhelming fullness.  

“FUCK.” You nearly screamed. “Dickmaster? Are you fucking serious?” But despite the sheer cringe of the nickname, your body betrayed you. You moaned, louder, longer, as he thrust into you. The pleasure mixed with the sheer absurdity of it all.  

He was so fucking cheesy. The cringiest man alive. Dickmaster? More like Cringemaster. And yet, here you were, being dicked down by this walking embarrassment, moaning like a bitch in heat. The passion you felt for him, the anger, the lust – it all mixed into a chaotic storm, burning hot inside you.  

“Fuuuck youuu,” you wailed, voice trembling as Adam’s hips resumed their brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, his hand coming down hard on your ass, the crack of skin-on-skin only fuelling the fire that was already burning through you.  

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you sobbed, the sting from each slap merging with the pleasure, searing through your core as the heat radiated across your skin. You were sure his handprint was branded on your ass, marking you as his.  

The pleasure built and built, his heavy balls slapping mercilessly against your clit with each thrust. It was overwhelming, your body trembling in a puddle of your own arousal, tears, and drool. 

Why did you keep coming back to him? Out of all the sinners you could fuck, you always crawled back to him for a taste of that damn dick.  

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted mindlessly, your cunt squeezing tight around him as another orgasm threatened to break loose. But just when you were on the edge, he reached for your tail and yanked. Hard. 

“YIP!” you screeched, the sharp, high-pitched squeal erupting from your throat as the flames of your arousal were doused instantly. You whipped your head around, glaring at him over your shoulder. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” you barked, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that you were on all fours, impaled on his cock with your ass still up in the air.  

Adam’s eyes widened, his expression morphing from confusion to realization. “Oh shit, so that wasn’t your butt plug?” he asked, cock still buried deep inside you, pulsing against your fluttering walls that betrayed the fury burning inside you.  

“WE’VE BEEN FUCKING FOR OVER HALF A YEAR, YOU ASSHOLE,” you snapped, baring your teeth in a snarl. “YOU EVEN FUCKED MY ASS! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’D BE WEARING A BUTT PLUG NOW?” 

He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his hips didn’t stop rocking gently into you, sending shivers up your spine despite your anger. “Babe, it was an honest mistake,” he said before licking his fingers and sliding one thick digit down, pressing against your ass. “Let me make it up to you.” 

Before you could protest, his finger was already pushing past the tight ring of muscle, sinking into your ass as your tail stiffened in response. “Oh, fuck,” you groaned, your resolve crumbling as the pleasure returned full force. His finger curled just right, rubbing the thin wall separating your pussy from your ass, sending jolts of ecstasy through both holes.  

“Remember when I took your anal virginity?” Adam’s voice was smug, but the curl of his finger had you moaning instead of cursing him out. He pumped his finger slowly, in sync with the thrusts of his cock, his breath ragged with excitement. “You told me you hated anal, but look at you now. Begging for more.” 

Your head dropped onto the mattress, your tail wagging unconsciously as he added another finger, stretching you wider. You closed your eyes, trying to block out his annoying voice, but your ass wiggled back against him, betraying your need for more. “Fucking hell,” you whimpered, completely undone.  

He laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Told you. After I finish with your pussy, I’ll give that ass some love too. They don’t call me the dickmaster for nothing.” His voice was maddening, but the way his fingers curled inside you made you forget how much you wanted to punch him.  

Your ears flicked back, frustration mingling with desire. If only he would shut the fuck up, you would’ve come already – twice, even.  

“Babe, you want my load that bad?” Adam cooed, his voice breathy as his cock twitched inside you. “You wanna be my cum dump?” he chuckled, fingers and cock working in perfect, relentless tandem.  

“Sh-sh-shut up,” you moaned, voice low and trembling as your walls tightened around both his cock and his fingers. You were so close, teetering on the edge. 

If he would just stop talking... 

He pulled his fingers out of your ass, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness. His wet fingers gripped your hips, pulling your ass up higher as he pressed his weight down on you. Then, he started to fuck you hard – exactly the way you liked it – each brutal thrust forcing you down into the bed.  

Your breath came in broken gasps, each thrust stealing the words from your lips as his cock filled you completely, forcing your slick walls to stretch for him. The bed creaked and groaned under you, matching the wet slap of skin on skin, the rhythmic pounding filled the room. Your stomach clenched, thighs quivering as you squeezed your eyes shut, knowing you were about to explode.  

When his cock hit your g-spot again and again, your moan rose low and long, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You babbled incoherently, swearing and pleading for him to fill you.  

And he did.  

He always fucking did.  

Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy, painting your insides as the pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. You were wrecked, ruined, and thoroughly fucked – just the way you wanted it. 

He pushed your body down, rolling you onto your back and stretching your thighs wide apart like he was prepping a canvas for his masterpiece. The thrill of being exposed sent shivers down your spine, and before you could catch your breath, his lips found your aching, sensitive clit.  

His fingers dove into your cum-soaked folds, the squelching sounds echoing in the air, making you feel like a goddamn wet sponge. You were so close to the edge of another orgasm that your muscles quivered with anticipation. Your head tilted back, pressing against the bed, and you gasped as warmth flooded out of you, mingling with Adam’s thick, syrupy load.  

“OH FUCK, FUCK!” you cried out, fingers curling tightly against the bedsheets, heels digging into the mattress like you were trying to anchor yourself to sanity. His mouth continued to suck at your oversensitive bud, relentless and teasing, even as you drenched him with your essence.  

You peeked open your eyes to find him grinning like a kid in a candy store, his face glistening with your juices, and it sent a fresh wave of heat rushing to your core. The feeling of him latching onto you was intoxicating, pushing you to new heights as your walls pulsated around his fingers, unable to tell whether this was yet another orgasm or simply an extension of the last.  

“ADAM!” you screamed, practically sobbing as your body jolted and convulsed under his ministrations. Pleasure poured over you, and your breath came in heavy gasps, your mind slipping into a blissful haze. His fingers curled perfectly inside you, mashing your g-spot like he was playing some twisted game of whack a mole, keeping you suspended in a state of everlasting pleasure.  

The last thing you registered before the world faded away was Adam moaning your name, his voice vibrating through your very core like a damn choir.  

When you fluttered your eyes open again, your body was still bare and sprawled out like a starfish on the bed. You heard that familiar sound of suckling, and looking down, you couldn’t help but groan at the sight – his familiar mop of brown hair nestled between your thighs, still focused on drinking you up like a man starved for 40 days and 40 nights. 

Pleasure washed over you in soft, slow strokes as Adam continued to eat you out. “How long have you been down there?” you asked, voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.  

His head popped up, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. “Dunno, but they do call me the ultimate pussy eater,” he said with a cheeky grin, like he was the fucking king of the world.  

You dropped your head back against the bed, trying to stifle a laugh. “No, they don’t,” you muttered, breath hitching as his tongue parted your slick folds again. “Fuck, we can’t keep doing this,” you whined, instinctively opening your thighs wider to give him better access.  

His fingers gripped your hips, anchoring you as his tongue burrowed deeper into your pussy, pressing against your inner walls, exploring every inch like he was on some treasure hunt.  

Naturally, he didn’t listen to your protests. He continued to slurp and lick, devouring you like a feast, and you should have stopped him.  

You really should have.  

But as a jolt of pleasure shot up your spine, tingling all the way to your core, a soft, breathy moan escaped your lips.  

Fuck, this was bad. You had come to the hotel knowing you had little self-control around him, and at this rate, you were destined to fuck him every day.  

Your body, soft and pliant, refused to budge; instead, you pushed your hips deeper into his mouth. “Fuck you,” you murmured weakly, as he coaxed another sultry moan from your lips. “This will be the last fucking time, I swear,” you insisted, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushed you closer to the edge of pleasure.  

But deep down, you knew you had said it was the last time so many fucking times that you’d lost count of your own vows.  

You hated him, yes.  

But fuck him and fuck yourself. 

You didn’t hate this. 

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[callmerainman]

Accidentally In Love | sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader

PART 1 | PART 2

plot. You and Adam became friends with benefits. The lines of your situationship are blurred. Even more so when you and the First Man get closer and closer. What will it take you to understand that you and Adam are falling in love?

word count. 3.8k

tags. enemies to lovers, sinner!Adam, friends with benefits, sexual content, p in v sex, Adam Has a Heart, falling in love, Reader has wings, Reader is Lucifer's Royal Guard.

TW! this chapter contains an explicit sexual scene, MINORS DNI

taglist. @kaces-mind @call-me-nyxx @serendipitous-fernweh @plutodestr0yedme @luvvnightingalee

a/n. here it is, final chapter! Thank you for reading this silly little fic, I'll for sure write more about Adam soon! Hope you enjoyed it <3

"and now I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like I love you"

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It’s karaoke night for you and Adam. Yeah, karaoke night. At first it started off as a joke. One time, after an usual afternoon of strenuous intercourse, you and Adam found yourselves singing “Out on the Tiles” by Led Zeppelin. You had decided to put on some music in shuffle to try to muffle up your obscene sounds that both of you understood you couldn’t contain. Next thing you knew you and Adam were performing an improvised gig on the already ruined bed of your room.

“I’m so glad I’m living and gonna tell the world I am” you sang out of your lungs, holding an imaginary mic.

You pointed towards Adam, prompting him to finish the lyrics. Smiling, Adam clenched his hand in a fist to pretend to be on the mic too. He leaned backwards, throwing his head back.

“I got me a fine woman and she says that I’m her man” he sang back, enthusiastically.

This singing shenanigans would happen so often that you decided to set your own karaoke night on Fridays. You and Adam stole a karaoke machine from a bar and installed it in his room. And now he’s holding you by the shoulders, vigorously shaking you in a playful manner as you can’t stop laughing.

“Feels like you’re dying, you’re dying” he sings with all the air he could gather.

You bend in half, this time a real mic in your hand “Youuuuuuu, your sex is on fire”.

Adam mimics a guitar riff with an high pitched voice as you sing along to Kings of Leon.

“Consuuuuuumed, with what’s to transpire!” Adam goes, crouching onwards himself.

Something definitely changed between you and Adam. You still don’t know what it is but it’s pacifying you.

—

The other patrons at the Hotel noticed, even though a bit later. Your relationship was so obviously sexual that none of them really stopped to think if there was more. Until signs started to show.

One time, all of you were watching a movie downstairs. You had forced Adam to participate even if he didn’t want to and was suggesting to have another karaoke night instead. But in the end, you both plopped down on the couch next to each other with everyone and got comfortable in front of a romantic comedy Charlie put on. At first, you and Adam tried to keep your facade of annoyance. You and him were so dense, you didn’t think the others knew that you two were fucking, so you had to pretend to still hate each other. But, as the movie progressed, you and Adam lost your purpose of showing a fake resentment. You glanced down and noticed the tip of your fingers resting really close to Adam’s. His fingers, weirdly enough, were moving in a jerking motion, stroking the fabric of the couch back and forth, as if he was nervous. You moved your fingers closer. With unusual uncertainty from his part, Adam slid his fingers even closer to yours, making them touch. And you and Adam held hands. You decided not to mention it, staring at the TV with your face on fire and his cheeks colored in a red hue. Your hands stayed intertwined the whole movie, and when it ended you separated quickly, again naively thinking that nobody noticed. But, during the movie, Angel had definitely noticed. The spider demon let out one of the loudest gasps in his life as he covered his mouth with four hands. When you and Adam went upstairs later, everyone was still hanging out in the common room. And Angel raised his shoulders and arms.

“Are y’all blind or did you see what I saw?” he asked, almost irritated.

“What?” Cherri asked while mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

“Like, (Y/N) and Adam holding hands?!” he exclaimed, his arms dramatically falling flat on his sides.

“They’ve been fucking like two horny rabbits for months and this is where you draw the line?” Husk questions, raising a red eyebrow.

“Fucking is one thing, holding hands while watching a romantic movie is another!” Angel protest.

Cherri chuckles “It’s obvious by the amount of sex they have that there’s more”.

“Obvious?” Angel questions “Uhhh, hello?? Hate sex is a thing!”.

And that wasn’t the one and only time. Seems so obvious to everyone now, except to you two. It’s in the way you and Adam snuggle during movies, or when you’re cooking and he hugs you from behind, resting his chin in the space between your horns. It’s in the fact that you don’t call each other names anymore unless you’re having sex. Or when you fly around the city together pulling pranks on people, and sing your hearts out during karaoke. Now it’s not only in the way you two wildly wrestle under the sheets. It’s in the goofy way you try to sweep it under the carpet.

“Uh, we’re going upstairs uh to…FIGHT! Definitely not to have sex! Because we hate SEX!” Adam stopped “No wait, I love sex, I mean-“

“We’d HATE to have sex with each other!” you say, trying to back him up.

“Exactly, not with such a stupid cunt!”

“Hey, too much” you whisper, elbowing his side.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry babe”

And everybody looked at you the most unconvinced, inexpressive poker face. But Charlie, underneath, felt that it was heartwarming. Even if Adam whispered in your ear a “can’t wait to fuck your brains out” when displaying apparent affection, she knew that something was going on and it was nothing but beautiful. This is the purpose of the Hazbin Hotel, after all.

—

Honestly you have no idea what you and Adam are right now. First, you were just a Royal Guard who had to surveil the First Man on Earth, the Exterminator. Then you became his friend with benefits. Now sex is still here, but maybe you’re more friends than anything? Or more. Nothing was defined. You never set boundaries. You had your fair chances of getting intimate with other people, but it felt so wrong so you never went for sex. Adam felt the same. When Cherri brought everyone to the club to have a night out, he had his opportunities to have sex with other girls. But he just didn’t feel like it was right. Especially not if you were in the club with him.

“You can do what you like, you know?” you suggested him in his ear one of those times, in a space between the bar counter and the dance floor. But Adam just shook his head.

“Nah, don’t really feel like it. I mean, yeah that bitch with the black top was all over me but she’s not my type”

He tried to play it cool, not looking at you in the eyes. But in reality, Adam was just checking around to see if your friends were looking. And when he made sure that they were out of sight, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. It was unexpected coming from him, sure, but you let yourself melt in his kisses as music bumped in your ears. Something was happening.

—

“Here you are” you say.

Your hair is flowing, moved by the slow but firm flapping of your wings. You’re suspended meters and meters high, just in front of the Hazbin Hotel sign. Adam is sitting on the “Z”, holding his golden guitar in his hands. He looks kinda annoyed.

“I was just practicing guitar” he says.

“And I’m still a Royal Guard on duty”

“If your duty is going at it with the one guy you were supposed to surveil, then you’re already doing a great job”

You roll your eyes and scoff “Funny, very funny Adam”.

“Alright, you can hear me play something” he gives in.

“As long as it’s not Wonderwall”

“The fuck no, I fuckin’ hate the Oasis!”

So, with another flap of your wings, you gracefully land next to him. You expect Adam to go wild with one of his exaggerated, over-the-top and ego-boosting guitar solos. But instead, Adam quietly starts a finger picking, quite tune. It’s not a specific rock song, just a chill, peaceful chord progression. Adam starts humming a tune, eyes closed. You press your elbows against your knees and rest your cheek in the open palm of your hand, looking at the view. Pentagram City is a mess, for sure. But with Adam’s unusually calm vocalizing, and his presence, it feels like home. You peek a look at Adam. He’s still keeping his eyes closed, it’s the first time you see him so calm, and not his loud, immature self. He’s beautiful. You realize that your face is hot. And you can’t see it but your pupils are dangerously dilated. You press your lips together, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Oh you know what’s happening. Maybe you should make it stop. You try to take a deep breath. You’re so in love with Adam.

Adam is lost in his own thoughts and music. He was so comfortable in your presence as he strummed that he almost forgot you were there. He opens his eyes, he just wants to take a quick look at you before closing them again. He realizes that he’s done for the moment he sees how you’re looking at him. With shining eyes, dilated pupils, a fond smile on your face. He doesn’t really realize what it means for you, neither do you. But now his heart is beating at unprecedented speed. Shit, shit, shit. It’s not the first time it happens with you. One time, he felt this way when he woke up before you and saw you sleeping naked next to him, cuddled in his arms. The other was when you held hands for the first time during movie time with the other guests. But this time he’s feeling it on a whole other level. You’re so beautiful. And you’re standing by him listening to his tunes despite the man he is. The one who did so much harm but it’s trying to get better. Adam doesn’t know if he actually has gained any redeeming qualities, but one thing he’s sure about is that at least with you he is a better man. He thinks back on when you two used to argue non stop, resenting each other’s presence. It looks like a far, distant reality that never happened, if anything it’s at least a joke. Adam is so in love with you.

—

Sex still represents the majority of your relationship with Adam. Unlike your feelings, it never changed. Always so loud, fun, satisfying for sure, and unhinged. You and Adam could unleash your personalities at best under the sheets, and that was the best part of it. But this time, something is out of place. Not in a bad way, at all.

Adam is on top of you, placed between your spread legs. His wings are wide open, covering your naked bodies and encapsulating them in a small space reserved to only you two. His thrust are firm, but also slow and sensual, which wasn’t really his style. He’s holding your face with both hands, as he’s mesmerized by your deep moans of pleasure. You cling onto him with nails and legs, holding him as if he was about so slip away. You open your eyes, and catch him staring. He would usually say something sarcastic, like asking the fuck are you looking at. But instead, he looks lost in a profound state of blissful hypnosis, his pupils dilated and mouth slightly parted. Then, Adam plunges forward, still sliding in and out of you with slick sounds. Your breathing becomes even more irregular, hips jerking under his body as waves of pleasure hit you. You tug at Adam’s hair in the spot between his horns. With one hand, Adam firmly holds your hip, while the other has its fingers entangled in your hair, lightly pulling them.

“A-Adam…please I’m so close” you stutter. You would never beg usually, but this time it’s hard not to do so.

What surprises you is the way Adam responds. He would have usually bragged about you begging for him to make you reach your climax, reminding you how much of a whore you are for him. And you would have protested by flipping the roles and making him a mess under your body. But Adam just sinks his face in your neck, whispering.

“I know baby, I know. I got you” he says, interrupted by a moan “Fuck you’re doing so good I swear”.

His movements in you become more erratic, sloppier, and his breath hotter against your ear. The fingers plunged in your hair start stroking your scalp, you try to suffocate your moans of pleasure in his shoulder. You come first around his shaft, whispering quietly his name until you come down from your high. Adam climaxes second, emitting a low, strangled moan in your neck as his wings twitch. You take some time to realize how good it was, your chests rising and lowering with every breath, holding each other. It’s when your mind clears that you realize how atypical of a sexual encounter that was for you and Adam. It was…sweet? Really intimate and not in the physical meaning of the word? Adam never praised you in bed, and you never spoke to him so gently asking to make you finish. And the way he looked at you was absurd, to say at best. With a cherry colored hue on his cheeks, and a light in his eyes you rarely saw in him.

“Ah shit that was great” Adam chuckles, collapsing next to you.

The pride in his face says it all, maybe you were wrong before. You mentally shrug.

“Yeah” you roll on your side, facing him “but I’m so hungry right now”.

Adam sighs, looking up at the ceiling “When I was in Heaven, there was this place that delivered the best fucking ice cream your taste buds could ever graze. A mountain of it. Great for after sex I swear. I miss it”.

Adam takes the opportunity to talk about Heaven more. He’s clearly being nostalgic. He misses it. And while you like hearing him waffling about all the crazy concert he performed, the best restaurants, theme parks and clubs in Heaven, you can’t help but frown. A small smile still lingers on your face, but you ask yourself if Adam really belongs in here. A part of you says of course yes, the other is unsure.

“You know” you say, scooting closer to him “I’ve never really asked myself about how life in Heaven would be. But it really sounds like a beautiful place”.

Adam nods, twisting on his side to face you “Oh fuck yeah it was, I wish I could…”

He interrupts himself as he meets your face, pressed against the pillow. A small, comprehensive smile is gently placed on it, and your eyes are stuck in his own with a visible shine.

Oh no don’t look at me like that.

Adam’s grin disappears, he looks away and tries to play it cool as always, glancing around the room. He clears his throat.

“Yeah I mean, Heaven was great but under a certain perspective…” he trails off.

You wait for him to finish, and he can’t escape your eyes. He finally reciprocates again, getting lost into them.

“Hell is not half-bad, for some reasons” he says.

Adam doesn’t realize it, but now he’s smiling too. His eyebrows are arched upwards in adoration as he ponders on every inch of you. Your now relaxed expression, your glimmering eyes, your naked body covered in white sheets, your head slightly plunged in the pillow. Suddenly, Adam’s smile fades. His eyes go wide, and his heart skips a beat. A wave of realization hits him.

“Holy shit (Y/N) I’m so in love with you”.

Both of you jump in surprise, moving away from each other as the mattress bounces under your bodies. You clench the sheets, and you feel your heart pounding. Where did that come from?!

“What?!” you exclaim.

“WHAT?!” Adam yelps back, incredulous of his own words.

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, he didn’t even mean to say it in his mind actually. You can feel his own panic on your skin, as every inch of your body figuratively catches fire. You don’t know what to say. Adam sits up, covering his face with a hand in embarrassment.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry I ruined everything!” he exclaims, voice panicky.

“Ruined what?”

Oh no. It takes you a second to realize what you said. Adam’s hand files down from his face and looks at you. And you see something you thought you would never witness on Adam’s face. Pain. Adam is hurt. His mouth is slightly open, his breath suspended, his eyebrows knitted. You used to call him many names when you two argued. An asshole, a dirtbag, a dickhead, an irresponsible, immature jerk. But Adam never batted an eye. It’s the first time you see an unmistakable, terrible flash of pain in his face. You feel horrible. You sit up, your mouth open and about to say something. It’s hard to gather the right words after saying something so wrong. You extend a hand towards him, but Adam leans back, away from your touch.

“Adam fuck that’s not what I…” you say, voice shaky.

Adam shuffles away from you again, his face full of regret, embarrassment and clearly pain. He shakes his head, proceeding to get out of bed. He starts looking frantically for his clothes, putting them on as quick as he can. No words come out your mouth, your mind too confused and full of things to process. In just a matter of seconds, Adam is already dressed.

“I-I’m sorry, I gotta go” he stutters, looking at you for a split second.

“Adam, wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sa-!”

You don’t have time to finish what you have to say. Adam had already opened the window of your room, and in the blink of an eye he flew away. Shit, shit, shit! Why did you even say that? That came out so wrong. But you couldn’t help it, you were so taken aback by his sudden confession. You mentally punch yourself in the face. Physically, you limit yourself to drag a hand down your face and groan loudly in your palm. You try to give yourself some time to think, you don’t want to hurt Adam even more. You spend some minutes with your face smothered in your pillow, suffocating sounds of pure frustration. After you gathered your thoughts together, you finally get up from the bed. You put your clothes back on, and head towards the still open window. With a strong flap of your wings, you sprint upwards. As you thought, Adam is sitting on the Hotel sign. He looks pissed. His lips are tightly pressed together and his eyebrows are knitted at the corners. He notices you but doesn’t look up.

“Adam, c’mon…” you say, as kindly as you can.

You keep floating in front of him, the wind generated by your wings making Adam’s hair slightly flow. He doesn’t look at you, he’s just staring at his own knees. For a solid minute you two don’t say anything. Silence has never been a thing between you and Adam, but you respect his wish. Suddenly, Adam breaks it.

“It’s not like you have to pity me” he mumbles.

“I’m not pitying you”

“Um yeah? I just ran off like a pissy school girl and here you are looking at me like a lost child”

“Adam-“

“You know how much time has passed since I last said those words?”

You don’t say anything. Adam finally looks up at you, his eyes a mess of emotions.

“Centuries” he says, spiteful of himself.

Your eyebrows arch upwards in surprise, your forehead corrugated. Your stomach burns, as you can finally feel every emotion Adam tried to hide under sarcasm for so long.

“Centuries?” you ask.

“Yeah, and I know I’ve been literally fucking around for a lot of time so it’s actually my fault, but I can’t say that I don’t mean it once I say it”

“Adam, my question was genuine”.

His mind stops in his tracks. You look weirdly calm. A bit unsure, of course, this is your first very serious conversation. But you’re still collected and he envies you.

“I really wanted to ask you what did you think you ruined. Because I’ll admit it, and I don’t wanna hurt you even more, but I don’t know what goes on in your head. We have all this sex, but also some care, but we also bicker. It’s confusing. I don’t even know if monogamy is your thing. But you showed me care. Sometimes, you still are a bit of a jerk let’s be honest. But I felt care too”.

Your stomach is twirling around, but you can’t stop your flow of consciousness. You wanna know what Adam means, what the First Man wants from a sinner he swore to hate not so long ago. Adam strokes his hair with a hand. His blush intensifies.

“I myself don’t really know what we are. If you know please fuckin’ tell me. What I know is that I feel something, love if that’s what we wanna call it. I mean, look at you! You sing along to rock songs with me, you know how to fight and look so badass while doing it, and you’re hot as fuck too! But if you don’t feel the sa-“

In a sudden movement, you zip towards Adam and grab him by his robe to push him on your lips. He lets out a muffled sound of surprise, but quickly closes his eyes to reciprocate the kiss. It’s calm, sweet, your lips and tongue are moving in tandem in such a tender yet passionate manner. It’s full of care, whatever it is. When you pull away, you look at each other in slight embarrassment. But you push it back immediately.

“I would have never thought I’d say it to you, but I do love you, Adam. Even if you’re still not perfect at all, you’re still a dickhead let’s admit it, I feel something for you. And I don’t expect you to suddenly become a better person just for the sake of being with me, but right now I’m sure I love you like this”.

You had blurted it all out in a single breath, still close to Adam’s face after your kiss. And finally, he smiles. Not with his usual teasing, shit eating grin. He smiles genuinely.

“I still don’t know if I’ll be a redeemable man, or if I want to become one. But at least with you I feel a bit of a better man”.

You smile back at Adam. He looks like a whole other person compared to how he was when you met. He still is his old self. But you came to love him. You and Adam lean forward, capturing yourselves in another deep, thoughtful kiss. Your wings meet, grazing each other as they close around you two. After a while of getting lost in your affection, you separate and playfully smirk.

“C’mon you whiny baby, why don’t we go downstairs to join everyone for movie night?” you suggest.

Adam groans and rolls his eyes “Us being a thing doesn’t mean that I have to participate in every fuckin’ activity of this Hotel”

“Uhh, yeah it does? I’m still in charge of forcing you to join. Now get your lazy ass off of there and let’s go”

“Okay, finee but can we have sex again after?”

“Of course we can”

“Hell yeah”

[writtenbowss]

Self indulgent Adam x reader...that man....he's got one strong grip on me and idc atp :3

Adam x winged!sinner!reader

Takes place after the final episode, he gets judged again and is now a sinner in hell, new member of the hazbin hotel!

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Sometimes you wish you didn't bend to Charlie's will so easily when she used her puppy eyes, she knew you had a weakness for cute things despite your colder demeanor, it was this weakness that had led you to taking care of the first human, dick master as he wanted you to call him, Adam. Who nifty had swiftly killed and now lives in the hazbin hotel after being re-judged as a sinner, though still injured.

You begrudgingly walk into his room where he is admiring himself in the mirror....again. he doesn't look that much different from when he was an angel, just more demonish, kinda human in a way? His wings are now a charcoal black from being disgraced from heaven. You groan and cross your arms, your own wings tucked in since you didn't have the power to just magically retract them....that would be nice though.

"Adam. You should still be in bed, resting." You say with an annoyed tone, he just looks at you before starting to flirt with you again for the millionth time, although with more backhanded compliments and insults thrown in this time. "C'mon cold tits, you sure you wanna hide this body? I may be one of you shitheads now but I say this dick is still holy~"

....yeah no. You go over and force him back onto the bed, having forced him back into bed countless times before since he doesn't seem to grasp the fact that his wounds aren't fully healed, he grasps your wrist, quickly dragging you down successfully this time, he had tried before but never succeeded...

You land on top of him, eyes slightly wide as you keep your arms propped up so you're not on your hands and knees on top of him....what an embarrassing position, you had to get off him quick, but he was quicker. Without thinking he wrapped his arm around your back in an attempt to make you stay, smirking and winking at you as you look down with slight uncomfortableness apparent on your face. Your wings move so that he's not touching them, you never liked anyone touching your wings because their a little sensitive in some spots, although Adam had tried to disregard that boundary in favor of trying to tease me by attempting to touch my wings which earned him a slap across the face once.

His hand slipped up your back, causing you to flinch slightly, it felt weird. You thought about punching Adam, not caring about his healing wounds, until that thought was tossed out your brains window when his hand grazed the base of your wing which caused you to gasp and flinch. Dear God cock, when was the last time someone massaged there? probably no one but it felt nice, like you had just found a comfy spot on your bed, your ears slightly brushed as you felt embarrassed being this kind of vulnerable in front of him.

He instantly noticed your reaction, his smirk turning into a full blown grin as he realized he found a delicate spot on the infamously cold (name), his rough hand then pressed and moved slightly at the base of your wing which made you flinch and sigh somewhat contently.

He continued moving around the base of your wing before you full on collapsed on him, laying against his chest looking like you're about to fall asleep, he chuckles and finally says something "looks like you're not so difficult to deal with after all, cold tits"

It sounds somewhat like mockery, but he honestly has grown some feelings for you, he enjoyed a challenge anyways! Now that he's seeing you like this, all sleepy and laying against him he can't deny that he wouldn't mind being like this with you, even if you glare at him yet don't stop him as he ends up massaging the base of your wings as you lay completely flat against him.

This feels like complete bliss, even if it's by someone you don't really like, you can't deny that it's lulling you to sleep. Maybe it's because he has his own pair of wings that he knows how to maneuver his hands against your back, now under your shirt that's surprisingly, not in a sexual way. It's quite nice, actually.

....he looks down again after spacing out for a second, seeing you asleep against him. Honestly, he thinks that you and him can maybe become more than just cocky asshole and a cold sinner...just maybe.

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RAHH IM SORRY IF THIS FEWLS RUSHED THIS IS LIKE PRETTY SELF INSULGENT SO UHHHHH

[fansta]

First of all, I apologize for how lazy the shading and everything about this is…

I completely lack motivation to finish art rn, so this is the best I can offer ;-;

He got ears now though, because all my favorite sinner Adam designs have goat/lamb ears and it just looks right

[musical-shit-show]

little taste of heaven

Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #53 (“why don’t you make me?”) from Prompt List #1 and #78 (“oh, i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”) from Prompt List #2 with added inspiration taken from a request from the lovely @odins-nsfw

Warnings: cursing, Adam is an asshole (what else is new), tiny bit of angst if you squint, general kinda rough smut (18+, MINORS DNI!!!), oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, digital manipulation, unprotected sex, Adam and reader are definitely toxic, enemies that are also lovers :)

Word Count: 2,149

Author’s Note: This took me a little longer to write but I’m very happy with how it turned out! Definitely getting more comfortable with writing smut, and writing for Adam is still proving to be very fun. Thanks to everyone who has interacted with my other Adam one shots (which you can read here and here); it seriously means so much to see the positive feedback. I still have one more request in my inbox, but I will definitely be writing for more Hazbin characters as the year goes on (especially since we don’t know when the show is coming back). But if you’d like to submit an ask, check out my About Me page, Prompt Lists, and other works in my Masterlist! Thanks and happy reading, depraved sinners!

“Hey, toots, settle a bet for us, would ya?” you heard Angel Dust call to you from across the hotel lobby. Ever since Charlie Morningstar successfully staved off an attack from Heaven’s army, you decided to join her crusade towards redeeming the seemingly irredeemable.

You were first assigned as a quasi-concierge, since you had spent most of your time in Hell bouncing from one side of the Pride Ring to the other. You hopped up from your desk and met Angel, who was slumped across the bar; Husk was silently cleaning a glass, a small smirk on his feline face.

“What’s up, guys?” you breathed, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You were grateful for the free accommodations that the hotel provided, but you didn’t expect the afterlife would involve diving into the wonderful world of customer service.

The porn star shifted his gaze to Husk, and you could tell they were both up to something. “Are ya fuckin’ the angel or what?” the bartender asked, his voice gruff. Angel almost spit out the swig of malt liquor he had just taken.

You feigned confusion, turning to the spider-like demon. “Angel Dust, I think I would know if I were fucking the biggest porn star—”

“Actor.”

“—Actor,” you corrected yourself, “on this side of Hell. You should know he’s not my type, Husk, honest.”

Angel Dusk tsked. “You know that’s not who we’re talking about, babycakes,” he said, his voice lowering, “We’re talking about the angel. Or, I guess the fallen angel.”

Oh, shit.

You shifted uncomfortably on the barstool, swirling the whiskey glass Husk had placed in front of you. “No clue what you mean by that.”

“Bullshit,” Husk said testily.

“See, I told you she’d lie,” Angel drawled, smiling smugly, “You can read it on her pretty little face.” You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Yes, you had been fucking Adam. And yes, you had been keeping it from the rest of the hotel residents. Even after showing up—in a new demonic form, no less—to be redeemed, you knew no one, not even Charlie, trusted him fully after the last botched exorcism and direct attack on the hotel itself.

But he was drawn to you almost immediately, singling you out as someone to pursue and torment. And stupidly, you found yourself attracted to him, despite your better judgement.

“Who told you,” you deadpanned.

Angel Dust’s gaze flickered from you to Husk and back again. He sure knew how to be a fucking tease.

“Your stupid boyfriend,” Husk confirmed, not wanting to torture you any longer.

“Ya shoulda seen him bragging about it last night,” Angel added, no doubt living for the drama this would cause, “He’s got some loose lips once the booze starts flowin’. Real keeper if ya ask me.”

Stomach in knots, you attempted to put up a brave face, even with their taunting. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said definitively, now feeling anger welling up inside you.

This was all Adam’s fault. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and now you were the one dealing with the humiliating fallout. “Fine, fuck buddy, whatever,” Angel corrected, watching as you stood up from the barstool in a huff, “Doesn’t sound like it’ll last very much longer, given the look on your face.”

You rolled your eyes, completely over this conversation. “Would you excuse me?” you asked rhetorically, your voice dripping with poison. Even Angel looked perturbed for a moment.

Husk glanced over to his companion as you hopped off the barstool, practically seething, “Yeah, ‘course toots,” Angel called after you, still clearly tickled by this development. He loved this kind of soap opera drama bullshit.

You were still able to hear Husk say “Oh she’s gonna fuckin’ murder him,” as you climbed the steps and stomped to Adam’s room.

Pounding on the door, anger and embarrassment grew like a vicious virus inside you. When no one answered, you pressed your ear against the door and was met with the irritating sound of a whiny electric guitar.

“Perfect,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed the ring of keys Charlie had given you when you were on shift. Even though you had technically clocked out, you weren’t above bending the rules to give Adam a piece of your mind.

You threw open the door, letting the thud as it hit the wall startle the fallen angel strumming his guitar lazily. “Jesus fu—” he started to say as he shifted on his bed, but then his eyes softened at the sight of you, “Oh, hey babe—”

“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me, you fucking prick,” you spat, fire practically spewing from your mouth, “You’ve been telling people about us?!”

A tense pause.

“Maybe.”

Another pause.

“No?”

You could feel your eye beginning to twitch.

“Ugh, fine. Yes. But what’s the big deal?” Adam asked incredulously, finally putting his guitar down.

You paused for a moment, your anger simmering. The big deal was that you were embarrassed. That the thought of you and Adam going public made you look like a desperate sinner latching onto the only other wayward soul that would look your way.

And hell, you actually liked sneaking around, until he ruined it with his big, dumb mouth of his.

And maybe, just maybe, you were afraid that once the novelty wore off and everyone knew about you two, Adam would leave you behind and move onto the next shiny new toy to waltz into the hotel.

“Cat got your tongue, dollface?” he prodded, wanting to get a rise out of you. It was one of his new favorite pastimes.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your anxiety being replaced by annoyance. “Jesus fucking Christ do you ever shut up?” The former angel smirked, his eyes flitting up and down your form.

“First off, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he said as you rolled your eyes, “It’s fucking rude.”

You wanted to punch him.

“Second, why don’t you make me?”

That was the last straw.

You lunged at him, practically pouncing on top of him to kiss him hungrily. Adam knew exactly how to push your buttons, and pathetic as it was, you actually fell for it every time.

You were straddling him, and felt him wince as you bit his lip in the heat of the angry makeout. Adam knew you were pissed, and the more you fought for dominance, the harder he felt himself get. 

After all, pleasure always tasted sweeter with a little pain. And you tasted fucking delicious.

Adam groaned as you pulled away from him, your face still radiating with heat and anger. You weren’t letting him off that easily, and he knew it.

“Lie down,” you muttered, your eyes scanning his smug expression. “Now.” Wordlessly, Adam complied, lying on his back as you removed your pants and underwear swiftly.

Adam raised his head slightly just in time to watch you remove your shirt and throw it across the room in a huff. He waited patiently for you to do his own disrobing on his behalf; the lazy bastard loved when you rode him.

But he didn’t feel the desperate grasp of your hands around his cock.

No, instead, you climbed up his chest, until you were eye to eye, his gold pupils dilated. “I’m going to have to take drastic measures to shut you up, aren’t I?”

Adam felt his pulse quicken. “What’d you have in mind?”

A sinful smile spread across your face. “Something I know you hate,” you teased, cupping his face gently, doing your best to seduce him into submission, “And something I happen to know your bestie Luci is very talented at.”

Adam gripped your arm, pulling your hand away from his face. You became frightened for a second, before he started peppering the inside of your wrist with small love bites.

The games you played toed a dangerous line between love and hate, and luckily Adam had been fucking you long enough to understand the moves you were making.

“I’m not eating you out,” he said, his expression darkening, “And don’t try to bait me with that little pretty boy. It won’t work.”

You felt your pulse quicken; clearly you had struck a nerve. You just had to push him a little further to get your way.

“Is that why Lilith really left?” you said, rolling your hips against his, feeling how hard he was underneath you, “Because you couldn’t…satisfy her the way that Lucifer could?”

You knew this would send him over the edge. And the moment you looked into his burning gold eyes, you knew you had won.

A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he growled, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. You smirked as he finally complied and laid on his back. Adam would rather give up control than have his skills in the bedroom be compared to the King of Hell.

You knew he was insecure, and if he was going to be a dick about it, the least you could do was take advantage.

Before he could change his mind, you placed each thigh on either side of his head, kneeling until your aching core met the lower half of his face. After a few seconds of resistance, you felt his lips part and flinched as his tongue slid into you.

“I can’t believe this was—ah—” you bucked your hips as he found his way to your clit, “This was the only way to get you to shut the fuck up.” You felt a hum of disapproval as his slender hands found his way to your ass.

You smiled to yourself as you felt the annoyed hum that radiated from your stubborn lover’s mouth. Finding your pace, you felt the tension in your abdomen rising as Adam continued to eat you out.

For not loving the act, you had to admit he was good at it. Feeling his tongue swirl inside you sent a shiver down you spine, and you felt a yelp leave your lips as he slapped your ass as you continued to buck on top of him.

In retaliation, he tried teasing you with small sucks and flicks, but you didn’t care; the fact that he was focusing on your gratification for a change was rewarding enough.

After a few minutes, though, the fallen angel had had enough of your domineering; if he was going to finish you off, he was going to do it his way.

Coming up for air, he placated you by circling one of his fingers around your clit. “Alright baby, you got what you wanted,” he breathed, “Now it’s my turn.”

In one fell swoop, he flipped you over onto your back, and disrobed in the blink of an eye. ‘Showoff,’ you thought to yourself, annoyed by the lack of his mouth on your pussy.

Before you could protest, two of his long fingers found his way inside you, pumping and curling to hit your sweet spot.

“After this, I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion,” Adam muttered, his tempo growing more erratic, “You’re lucky I’m even bothering to get you off after your little outburst, but you can consider it a favor this time.”

You tried to focus more on satisfying sensation you were feeling than his bitching. “It’s the least you could do after that bullshit you pulled with Husk and Angel,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your back as you tightened around him, “They’ll fucking crucify me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby,” he cooed, resting his thumb on your bud as he continued to pump his fingers into you, “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

It only took a few more moments of stimulation for you to humiliatingly come undone around him, knowing he’d make you pay for it later.

Getting off always seemed to come with a price when it came to fucking Adam; at the very least you were able to shut him up for a few glorious minutes.

You contemplated if the grilling from the other guests and constant bickering was worth it, but you didn’t have much time to change your mind. Adam pulled you off your back and onto your stomach, and you winced as he slammed his cock into you, your ass on full display as he took you from behind.

You gripped the sheets, the friction of him inside you equal parts painful and gratifying. ‘Another question for another day,’ you thought, burying your face into the mattress as he fucked you at an agonizingly delicious pace.

Right now, you had a pissy angel to placate and a couple of sinners to swear to secrecy.

Royally fucked didn’t even begin to describe the mess you had gotten yourself into.

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[dreamerlucifer]

*Gross giggling is heard over the phone* YEAH, I’m lookin for a Jack? Is a Jack there?? A Mr. Jack Mehoff???

twitching a bit as he listened to the, if anything else but, odd laughter, that preceeded the call, "Uhmm, Yesssss??, may I help youu??

immediately abliging, the voice ask for a "Jack, and whether or not he may be present.." Now, not one to pry into others' calls, Lucifer merely stated, "Ill check and see if your uhh... Jack, is arou d for you.." Once down, he began calling out for the hotel patron of such name... for 5min to 10min.... until 40 whole minutes had passed!!! and not a single patron Luci was able to stop, had heard neither heads nor tails from the guy... So, feeling a little like he had failed Charlie on this one, he walked over to the phone with a heavy heart....

He reached forward, grabbing it off the sticky bartop... "Ewww", he whispered to himseld, thinking up a good cleaning method for later as he used the bar rag to clean the dingy cellphone-

His heavy hand once again lifted the receiver to earshot, where he was told to check again, just using his surname, well that could have helped from the beginning!! he exclaimed to himself, now annoyed..., "Yess alright, i suppose, IS THERE A JACK MEEO--"

"Ohhh ho, yess, small king himself asked for an openner and im gonna--"

"Sit the fuck down, Angel, what do you want him to go all 'shortking' on yourse--"

"Damnit, Husk!!! He could have been my perfect sugar daddyy...."

Eyes quite wide at this point, Lucifer picked the old phone up towards him once more, however this time... He was listening with precise intent....

The incoherent giggling could ne heard yet again... but only to Lucifer,'s Highly trained ear... He... Was...Furious...!!!!!! but he kept it cool, instead taking the approach of his staff's aid in Magical teleportation... a little hit of a pentagram annnnd Waaalaaaah!!!

To the amazement of the clapping barstaff and patrons alike!!! A giant Fallen Angel fell from the end of the small receiver... And Lucifer smiled a wild grin as all onlookers got to see King O Hell 01 vs Fallen Dickmaster 00...

"So @fatass-adam??" he questioned the now currently face planted Fallen angel..., "Was it all worth it???"

[the-whole-honking-circus]

Fourth Chapter of Welcome to Hell is up now!

If you're new: Come have a read if you're interested in a Sinner!Adam redemption fic with some canon x oc!

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

The Original Dick (Sinner!Adam x Reder)

CW: Rough blowjob, semi public blowjob, m receiving oral, stalking, reader is a bit craycray Rated: Adult Summary: After repeated encounters with Adam at work, through the hole, you have no choice but to follow him in hopes of finding an organic way to meet again. When you're less of a skilled stalker than you thought, you're faced with the repercussions of your actions.

You knelt on the ground, looking up at Adam. He looked down at you, large black bat wings flexing, a mockery of the angel wings he had once had. It didn’t make you want him any less, though. That’s how you got in this position. 

You had been following him for weeks, wanting him and yet unsure how to approach the first man. 

He had walked into an alleyway and you followed, only to have him round on you. You were far from fast enough to prevent him from getting a fistful of your hair, using it to whip you into the concrete wall of the building. 

The air was knocked from your lungs as you bounced off it, falling to your knees in front of the man you wanted so bad. 

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Adam yelled, pulling his leg back to deliver what would surely be a rib cracking kick only to hesitate as you looked up at him. “It’s you?” 

“I’m- I’m sorry.” You crawled closer to him, not caring that the alley was dirty and wet. 

“Do you have any idea who I am?” Adam pointed to himself with a long, thick finger. 

“You’re Adam,” you answered eagerly, small bat wings twitching behind you. You and him both had bat features. It was a sign, you were sure of it. The stars or the gods or whatever it was that made these decisions fated the two of you to be together. You were sure of it. “You’re the first man.” 

“Exactly.” Adam’s chest puffed out slightly even as the rest of him remained tense, “So why the fuck are you falling me around?” 

“Don’t you- Don’t you remember me?” Carefully, you got one foot on the ground only to have Adam reach out, shoving you back with a large palm to your forehead before you managed to get standing. 

“Bubblegum cunt,” Adam shrugged, as if you meant nothing to him. “From the field. It’s been, fuck, like, a year since then.” 

“But you remember me?” You crawled toward him again, not phased at all by the name he had given you. 

“Yes, I fucking remember you.” Adam ran his hand through his hair, disgusted at the simple notion of being seen as he was, a worthless sinner, by someone who had known him in his glory. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“I-” you hesitated, not sure how to word what you wanted. “I wanted to see you again.” 

“Why?” Adam scoffed. “To laugh at me? To point out how far I’ve fallen?” His voice rose, anger at his situation fueling it. “We’ll I’ve got news for you. I may not still be a winner, but this sinner is still the Original dick.” 

“I know,” you whispered, looking up at him. What would he say if you told him you had wrapped your lips around his dick three times this month? Would he be angry?

“Is that why you’re following me?” Adam worked his belt open, hands moving in a threatening promise. “Want to ride the original dick again?” 

“Yes,” you moved to stand, only to have him knock you on your ass again. 

Wide eyes looked up at him, towering over you as he pulled his cock out. You licked your lips as you watched it grow harder, expanding with every beat of his dead heart. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you eagerly awaited having it inside you. 

“Right here?” You tugged the hem of your skirt higher, letting the fabric graze your upper thighs. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Adam asked as he stroked his cock. “I didn’t say I’d fuck you.”

“What?” Big pink eyes blinked up at him. 

“If you want the Original Dick, you better show me how fucking bad you want it. Make me believe you deserve it.” 

“I-” you shuffled forward on your knees, dirty gravel and puddles of water covered your knees, cutting into the soft pink skin. “Okay.” 

Red tongue slipped from between your dark plum lips, running over them as your eyes zeroed in on the dark red head of his cock. Eagerly, you licked the tip, taking in the familiar taste of him. 

Salty pre-cum coated your tongue as you ran it over his slit. You pulled him deeper into your mouth with every bob of your head. Eagerly, you sucked him into the back of your throat. You realized after a few moments that you finally had your wish. You could reach out and touch him. 

Reaching up, you rested your palms on his thighs. Strong, thick muscles flexed and bunched slightly as his hips twitched. You swallowed around him before backing off his cock with a pop. Eyes locked together as he watched you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, tilting him up.

Being able to properly feel him was intoxicating. You ran your tongue over the thick vein that wound its way over the length of his shaft. The feel of it pulsing under your tongue drew a moan from your throat.

Saliva pooled in your mouth as you struggled to take him deeper and deeper. Adam’s hand wrapped around your horn, pulling your face closer while you struggled to gasp for air. 

It spilled from your lips, running down your chin as you looked up at him. It was hell. You were already dead, so what if you couldn’t breathe? Each breath was hard won, a gargled gasp of air followed by a deep moan as you swallowed around his cock. 

Fingers wrapped around his shaft, working over what you couldn’t take into your mouth. Every bob of your head took him to the back of your throat, pushing deeper and deeper. 

Your hand traveled down your body, pulling your skirt up. Just as you pushed your panties aside, Adam thrust harshly into your throat. The powerful thrust surprised you, leaving you no choice but to take all of his length, even as you nearly were knocked off balance. 

“Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” 

“Ugh” you struggled to answer around the cock that thrust into your throat again and again. He did not let up until your hand pulled away, letting your skirt fall and returned to his though. 

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” Adam’s hips stilled, letting you again take control of the pace. You worked yourself over his length, moaning at the taste of his precum on your tongue as it leaked from him in a steady stream. 

“Please,” you begged, as he pulled back enough for his cock to fall from your aching mouth. You stroked him, running your hand up and down his slippery shaft, not sparing a moment to wipe the saliva from your face. “Please, fuck me.” 

“Why should I?” Adam asked, flush high on his cheeks but otherwise looking painfully unbothered. 

“I want your cock,” you pleaded. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the extermination. I dream of it. I think about it when I’m fucking others. I pretend it’s your cock.” 

“No,” Adam said simply, shoving your head back down on his cock as he thrust harshly into your mouth. Tears ran down your face as he hit the back of your throat again and again. The pace grew wild, leaving you little choice but to hold on to his thighs and try to fight off the black encroaching on your vision. 

He moaned deeply as he chased his release, seed exploding from him in hot ropes that splashed the mach of your throat. There was no choice but to swallow what he gave you. It was a task you failed at, the bulbus head of his cock pulling his essence from the back of your throat toward your lips as he continued his thrusts. 

It dribbled down your chin, mixing with saliva. White drops gathered on the sweater you wore. 

He fucked into your mouth again and again, not slowing into the throbbing pulses of his release slowed. Even then, he was still shooting short spurts of seed through the air as he pulled you off of him, throwing you back onto the wet ground as if you were nothing more than trash. 

He watched you as you gasped for air. At one time, he had thanked you for letting him fuck through the heat of the stupid hell flowers but he was a changed man now. He wouldn’t thank his stalker a second time for letting him use her.

“Stop following me,” Adam ordered, shoving his softening cock back into his pants. He fastened the buckle of his belt as he stepped onto the sidewalk again, leaving you alone with the taste of him still on your lips. 

“Never,” you whispered. “We’re meant to be.” 

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[sharonaparadox]

[Images: fanart of Adam, Eve, Lilith, and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel. Adam is depicted as a sinner wearing black robes with purple accents, and he has curved demon horns sprouting back from his forehead, long pointed ears like those of a goat or lamb, golden eyes with black sclerae, and a long tail with a purple diamond shape on the spiked end. Eve is a tall thin woman with light skin and golden eyes with black sclerae, dark brown hair falling past her waist as she wears an off-the-shoulder long-sleeved white dress with a slit up the side to her hip and a purple diamond-shaped pendant necklace.

The first image is in a rounded cartoony style, in contrast to the more realistically detailed artworks after it which all also have glowing lighting effects over them instead of the flatter coloring used here. Adam has tiny dot eyes and a vaguely surprised expression as Lilith and Eve grab his shoulders and lean in to bite each side of his face, causing his cheeks to look puffed out. Adam’s horns are significantly smaller in this picture to better show a starry-eyed Lucifer chomping onto the top of his head, drool running from the devil’s grinning mouth. Above and behind them are two large purple and golden eyes with spirals in place of the irises.

The second picture has Eve grinning back at Adam as he holds her from behind, his darkened hands resting upon her waist. Light is shining just above Eve’s ring as she curls her arms in front of her, one of her eyes closed as she turns to look at Adam. Dark circles can be seen under his closed eyes as he presses his face into Eve’s shoulder, his tail curling upward behind him.

The third image shows Adam smiling with half-lidded eyes as he raises one of Lilith’s hands up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of her knuckles. Lilith, who has red curved demon horns in this picture only, is looking to the side away from Adam with slightly furrowed eyebrows and a small frown, her other hand hanging to her side and seemingly curling into a fist at the bottom of the canvas.

The fourth picture has Lucifer grinning and posing dramatically as if he were fainting into Adam’s arm, while Adam raises an eyebrow and grits his teeth in an annoyed frown. A small anime-like vein is popping on Adam’s cheek as his tail curls upward to his side.

The artist’s reblog adds an additional three images, the first of which has Lilith wrapping an arm around a surprised Eve’s waist to press their chests together. Eve is blushing with wide eyes as she raises one hand up to Lilith’s side near her waist and other hand. Lilith is tilting her head slightly down to look at Eve with a slight smile and half-lidded gaze.

The next picture has Lucifer and Lilith smiling serenely with closed eyes as they press against each other, their hands held together out to the side as if the pair were dancing. Lucifer’s other hand is on Lilith’s back as she turns and tilts her head slightly down to rest the side of her head against his forehead.

The final image has darker lighting in comparison to the rest as Lucifer presses into Eve’s side, his eyes closed as he licks a long forked tongue down her throat with a smile. Eve’s face looks to be red as she turns slightly with closed eyes and a wide grin, while Lucifer holds onto one of Eve’s arms with one hand on her wrist. End description.]

I live in delusions

[voxslays]

His Second Choice ~ Lucifer x Female!Reader ~ Part 1

“Once upon a time, when the world was first created by the father, ‘god’, there were two lovers. A bright young man, with fantastic ideas for the future of human creation—and a beautiful young woman, whom was created to be his lover. Unfortunately, while the woman loved the man very much, she was forced to watch from afar as he fell for a human woman on earth.” The woman paused, looking down at her daughter, pulling the little girl close. 

“Is this the story about Lucifer and aunt Y/N!?” The little girl asked excitedly. “Mhm.” The mother nodded, continuing her story.

“Although Lucifer went to earth to visit Lillith—your aunt Y/N still had hope that one day maybe they would fall in love as they were destined to. However, with the help of Lucifer, Lilith ran from the garden and Adam. Together, the new couple gave Adam’s new wife, Eve, the forbidden fruit, damning both of them to hell for the rest of eternity.” 

“Poor aunt Y/N!” The little girl said sadly, looking down.

“Well-” The mother was interrupted by the creaking sound of a door. In the doorway stood Y/N, her h/c hair shining brightly in the mid-afternoon sun. She was wearing a short puffy blue dress, with pink and white stripes, white stilettos, and a small golden butterfly necklace. 

“Aunt Y/N!” The little girl squealed, jumping out of her mother’s arms and into her aunt’s embrace. “Mommy was just telling me the story of you and Lucifer!” She giggled, seeming happy about this.

Y/N seemed less excited about this news. Nobody besides ‘The Seven Heavenly’, Sera, Y/N’s sister, Evangeline, and the father knew about this. “Why don’t you go play outside,” Y/N stopped to look at her sister with a quick glare, before smiling back down at her niece. “I need to talk to your mother.”

“Evangeline, why would you tell her!?” Y/N shouted at her sister, eyes full of tears. “Why not? It's not hurting anybody N/N!” Evangeline yelled back at her sister. Y/N paused to wipe her tears, before speaking to her sister calmly.

“It hurts me, Angie. It hurts every single day. Knowing he won’t come back.” She broke into a full sob. “I…”

“I know it hurts. I understand your pain. But you’ll never get over it if you try to hide from it N/N.” Evangeline spoke softly, rubbing her sisters’ back gently. “I have something to tell you.” Angie spoke sadly. “What is it..?” Y/N spoke slowly, still half crying.

“Lucifer’s daughter is arriving today.”

[redvexillum]

A/N: FoxDicker, my OTP has returned. Tagging @redfoxwritesstuff as she continues to be in denial of how much she actually loves Adam. I'm also currently away right now, so please leave a message, after this beep. Except Kit. Kit. You stay away.

SUMMARY: On Christmas Day, you had the perfect holiday planned with Adam, eager to enjoy the festivities together. But everything went off course the moment Adam decided to surprise you with a visit to Loo Loo Land—the most cursed amusement park ever created.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, p in v, soft!adam, adam tries his best, cunnilingus, exhibitionist, loo loo land is mid, reader is a fox sinner, foxdicker is the official ship name, fluffy-wuffy

Your body lay sprawled across the bed, each shaky breath drawing in the cool air that kissed your sweat-slicked skin. The sheets clung to you, damp and tangled from the primal activity that had unfolded moments before. Every nerve felt alive, thrumming as though you were a live wire, sparking and overstimulated. You turned your head, languidly, to find Adam beside you—his chest heaving, his goofy grin painted on his face like a masterpiece of satisfaction. 

It was Christmas Day, and unlike last year, where he’d thrown a surprise party so loud and chaotic you’d considered kicking him out from your shared apartment, Adam had done the unthinkable: he’d listened. He’d agreed to keep things quiet, just the two of you. You’d envisioned the day perfectly—a warm breakfast at the quaint café down the street, twinkling with holiday cheer, followed by decorating the apartment to make it truly feel like Christmas for once. 

But the morning had other plans. 

You’d barely stirred awake when you felt him—Adam, radiating heat like a furnace, his morning wood pressing insistently against your stomach. The smug waggle of his brows told you everything you needed to know about his intentions. You’d opened your mouth to protest, to remind him of the plans, but all coherent thought dissolved the moment he ground against you, slow and deliberate, before pressing a feather light kiss to your cheek. 

And that was all it took. 

Fuck, you really do fold like a soggy newspaper. 

One moment, you were swaddled in the promise of a productive morning; the next, pyjamas were discarded—well, yours anyway, considering Adam always slept naked—and you were a mess of limbs, moans, and relentless desire. The way his body moved against yours, how his hands gripped your hips as if you were his anchor to the world, sent you spiralling into a haze of pleasure. You swore he lived for moments like this, bending you in ways that made your back scream in protest, your knees practically kissing your ears as he pounded into you. 

It was overwhelming, electric. 

Perfect. 

And yet, as the high ebbed, you muttered to yourself through a half-laugh, half-groan: You really need to work on your flexibility. 

The realization hit when you glanced at the clock. Breakfast was no longer an option—it was well past noon. “Lunch it is,” you murmured, voice hoarse but amused. A Christmas lunch date sounded far more reasonable anyway, especially since you were still trying to recover from the morning’s activity. 

Adam, though? He was utterly unbothered, lounging in the aftermath like a king who had conquered his kingdom. His arm lay lazily over his chest, that smug, silly grin still plastered across his face. 

You stared at him for a long moment, thoughts wandering, as they often did. Adam wasn’t exactly a paragon of reliability—Hell wasn’t known for its steady job market, after all—but his circumstances were… unique. When you’d first discovered who he was, the revelation had hit you like a slap. Adam. The Adam. The first man, the original sinner. The “original dick,” as he’d so eloquently put it mid-fuck one night. 

It explained so much—his cocky demeanour, the whispers behind his back, the reason no one seemed willing to hire him. The arguments that had erupted between the two of you when he refused to explain himself made more sense now, but even with the truth out in the open, you weren’t sure how to approach the topic. What could you say? Hey, babe, let’s talk about how you used to be the commander of a battalion of angels in charge of exterminating sinners for centuries every year has ruined your career prospects. 

Instead, you let the thoughts drift away like smoke. Slowly, you crawled closer to him, nestling yourself against his side. He let out a soft sigh, his arms wrapping around you instinctively, pulling you closer. For a moment, you stayed like that, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. 

Dating Adam was like navigating through a mall during a crazy Black Friday sale—you never knew if you’d be swept away by passion or sheer chaos. Most of your dates could hardly even be called dates, considering they usually ended with you screaming at him over some thoughtless blunder or outrageous stunt. Then, inevitably, he’d kiss the fight out of you, pressing your body against his until the world dissolved into breathless moans and shattering pleasure. By the time he was done with you, the anger always seemed so trivial. 

But this time, you wanted something different—something special. It was Christmas, after all, and you were determined to have a date you could treasure. One that didn’t devolve into arguments or excuses. Sure, the morning hadn’t gone to plan, but if the rest of the day went smoothly, you’d still consider it a win. 

“All right, big guy,” you said, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice. Your tail swayed behind you, betraying your eagerness as you grinned. “We should get dressed and go out for lunch.” 

Adam leaned back against the headboard with a satisfied smirk, patting his stomach. “Aw, fuck yeah! I love lunch. Let’s get some back ribs.” His lips stretched into that crooked smile of his, the one that somehow managed to be both cocky and endearing. 

A giggle escaped you before you could stop it. Moments like this—when he wasn’t being infuriating or insufferable—you almost found him… cute. 

“But, babe,” Adam started, his voice casual as he stretched his arms over his head, “I got us tickets to Loo Loo Land for today. But, y’know, we don’t gotta go.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, though the hint of smugness in his tone said otherwise. 

Your ears twitched, catching his words, but it was the mention of tickets—Lu Lu Land tickets—that sent you bolting upright. Your tail wagged uncontrollably, thumping against the sheets as your smile stretched wide enough to hurt. 

“No way! Shut up!” you squealed, leaning forward with barely restrained excitement. “I’ve always wanted to go to Lu Lu Land! Those tickets are crazy expensive. Who did you kill to get your paws on them?” 

Adam basked in your attention, his smirk widening as he straightened up. “Got ’em for free, baby,” he said, voice dripping with pride. 

“What? No way!” Giddy laughter bubbled out of you as you practically leapt out of bed. “All right, baby, let’s hop in the shower then head to Lu Lu Land!” 

Adam’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he finally sat up, his gaze dipping to your bare body as his cock twitched with interest. “Round four?” he asked, his tone low and teasing, a devilish grin curling his lips. 

For once, though, you were too caught up in the thrill of the moment to be derailed by his antics. He’d actually planned something thoughtful—a romantic date to an amusement park on Christmas Day, no less. That realization sent a warmth blooming in your chest, making your smile grow even wider. 

“Better hurry,” you sang over your shoulder, giving him a playful wink before skipping toward the shower. The sound of his groan followed you, but you knew he wouldn’t be far behind. Today, against all odds, was going to be perfect. 

The shower stretched on until the water turned icy cold, but neither of you cared. Every moment was electric, every touch a spark igniting something primal and consuming. By the time you both stumbled out, bodies pressed together, breathless and grinning, you knew it was some of the best sex you’d had—so far, at least. 

Lu Lu Land didn’t live up to its reputation—or rather, the reputation you’d dreamed up in your mind. The place was a mess, more imps than you’d ever seen darting chaotically between rusting rides that looked like they’d collapse with a stiff breeze. Trash littered the grounds, and the attraction lights, with their flickering bulbs and gaping dark patches, gave the park a dilapidated, haunted feel. 

Strangely, the park was emptier than you expected for Christmas Day. Entire stands were shuttered and abandoned, their chipped paint and faded signs whispering tales of better days. It didn’t make sense to you. 

“This is Lu Lu Land?” you asked softly, your voice wavering as your heart sank. You didn’t mean to sound so defeated, but the disappointment was like a weight pressing on your chest. 

When you were younger, the idea of going to an amusement park felt magical, a dream just out of reach. But there was never enough money, and when adulthood came, life demanded everything you had—every dollar, every ounce of energy. The amusement parks of your childhood fantasies faded into the background as you scraped by, paycheck to paycheck. 

You swallowed hard against the lump rising in your throat. There were many regrets you carried, and this—never experiencing the whimsy and joy of a proper amusement park—was one of them. 

“Yep! This is Loo Loo Land!” Adam declared with his usual overconfidence, puffing out his chest and placing his fists on his hips like he was proud of the place. “Way better than that other shitty park, if you ask me!” 

You blinked once, then twice, as a lone flyer drifted on the breeze and landed against your leg. Frowning, you picked it up, your eyes scanning the brightly coloured text. The flyer advertised the park—but the name wasn’t “Lu Lu Land,” the famed amusement park of your dreams. It was Loo Loo Land. 

Your gaze darted around, taking in the off-brand chaos: the peeling paint on the “best attractions” sign, the cheap circus tent rising in the distance like a sad parody of fun. Realization hit like a bitch slap. This wasn’t the amusement park of your childhood dreams. This was the off-brand version—the amusement park equivalent of generic cereal in a plastic bag. 

You wanted to pout, to stamp your foot and demand answers, to yell at Adam for getting your hopes up. But the words never came. It wasn’t his fault you’d misunderstood. He’d said, “Loo Loo Land,” and you’d let your imagination and misunderstanding fill in the blanks. 

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to look for the silver lining. Adam had thought of you. He’d gotten the tickets, however dubious their origin because he wanted to share something with you. And an amusement park was still an amusement park, right? You could still salvage this day, still create a happy memory to look back on. 

Swallowing your disappointment, you spun on your heel and met Adam’s gaze with a forced but hopeful smile. “Well, we might as well have fun, right?” 

The gleam in his eyes and his wolfish grin were enough to make your heart flutter. For a moment, you let yourself believe this would be a magical day, off-brand or not. 

But after an hour of sketchy rides, overpriced snacks that tasted like cardboard, and constant interruptions from screaming imps, you were ready to explode. This day wasn’t just off-brand—it was a disaster in the making. 

If there were awards for sheer determination to stay optimistic—or perhaps delusional—you were confident you’d win an Emmy. Hell, maybe even a Golden Globe. You kept up the facade, smiling through gritted teeth, convincing yourself that this off-brand nightmare could still be salvaged. But as the day dragged on, your resolve began to crack. 

For starters, the prices at this rundown park were ridiculous. A bag of popcorn cost nearly as much as a week’s worth of groceries. Still, you bit the bullet, wanting to embrace the experience. That was until you opened the bag to find cockroaches scuttling around your popcorn like they’d paid for admission, too. 

When you marched back to the stand, livid, the imp vendor had the audacity to deny everything. “Oh no, ma’am, those didn’t come from our popcorn,” he said, waving a clawed hand like you were being unreasonable. The gaslighting only fuelled your fury. Shoving the bag in his smug face, you unleashed a tirade. Behind you, Adam was doubled over, laughing so hard tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“Glad you’re enjoying the show!” you snapped at him, but your heart wasn’t in it. His laughter was annoyingly infectious, even if it made you want to smack him upside the head. 

After that fiasco, you decided to give the rides a try. Maybe they’d turn the day around. 

Big mistake. 

The first line you stood in—for a merry-go-round, no less—dragged on for over an hour. Just as it was your turn to board, the ride broke down. A loud groan of frustration escaped you, but you swallowed it back and told yourself there were other rides. 

And there were. 

...Like the Line Ride. 

It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize you’d been standing in line for another hour... only to find out the “ride” was the line. Just a joke at your expense. By then, your patience was paper-thin. If someone so much as sneezed in your direction, you were pretty sure you’d snap and stab a bitch. 

Adam, however, was in great spirits. “I’m having a great time,” he said, flashing you a grin. “I get to stare at your ass all day.” 

You shot him a glare, but it didn’t deter him. Every now and then, his hand would creep down to squeeze your backside, and you’d slap it away, muttering curses under your breath. 

Still, you clung to your fragile optimism. One ride. That’s all I need. One ride, and I can call this date passable. 

But then Adam whined, “We haven’t had lunch yet. I’m starving.” 

He wasn’t wrong. It was well past breakfast and lunch—closer to dinner, really. Your stomach growled in agreement, though your wallet, now painfully light, protested. “Fine,” you sighed. “Let’s eat. Maybe food will help.” 

That hope was short-lived. 

You approached the cleanest-looking stall in the food court, which wasn’t saying much. The imp behind the counter barely glanced at you as you ordered two BLT sandwiches. But then he reached back, scratching his ass with a gnarled claw, in plain view, before grabbing for the bread. 

The sight turned your stomach. You felt your appetite drain away like water from a sieve, replaced by sheer disgust. “Cancel my order,” you said, trying to stay calm. 

The imp ignored you, pretending not to hear as he continued assembling the sandwich with the same unwashed hands. “I said, cancel it! And give me my money back!” 

No response. Just that same vacant look as he slathered mayonnaise on the bread with all the enthusiasm of a corpse. 

Adam’s chuckle behind you made you whirl on him. “What’s so funny?” 

“Babe, you’re adorable when you’re mad,” he said, grinning ear to ear. 

Adorable? You wanted to scream. Instead, you turned back to the imp, eyes blazing. Today was supposed to be perfect.Perfect. Instead, you were standing in the middle of this trash heap of a park, ready to commit murder over a BLT. 

And it wasn’t even lunchtime anymore. 

You should have killed them. You wanted to—really wanted to. But instead, you unleashed every vile slur, every curse word you could think of, before walking away. 

As you took your first few steps away from the shabby food stall, a sudden collision threw you off balance. You stumbled into a young imp child, its chocolate ice cream splattering across your pristine white dress—the one you still had threepayments left to make on. You froze, eyes burning as the little imp cried over the loss of its treat, its pitiful wail cutting through the air. 

The weight of everything that had gone wrong that day pressed down on you, settling heavy on your chest. How had this happened? All you’d wanted was a perfect day with Adam. Just a few stolen moments of happiness, making memories together on Christmas Day. Instead, you were left with frustration, anger, and a gnawing feeling of disappointment that lingered, suffocating. 

Your eyes stung as the first wave of tears began to form. You wiped them away harshly, forcing yourself to smile, though the gesture felt hollow. You thrust a handful of change into the kid's hand, pushing him toward the ice cream stand, before stomping away, feeling the familiar sting of tears threatening to spill. 

You couldn't break down here—not in public. Not in a place like Loo Loo Land, of all places. 

You found the washroom in a haze, the door slamming shut behind you with a thud that echoed through the empty space. The tears came quicker now, too fast to stop. You twisted the faucet, water rushing out in a steady stream, but it did nothing to erase the stain on your dress. In fact, the more you tried to scrub it away, the worse it became. The stain spread like a cruel reminder of everything that had gone wrong. The frustration bubbled over, tightening your chest as you fought to control the sobs threatening to escape. 

And then, that voice—Adam’s voice—cut through the chaos. 

"Babe," he said, his tone smooth and comforting, but somehow laced with an energy you knew all too well. 

"Adam!" You spun around quickly, wiping away the treacherous tear with the back of your wrist. You met his gaze, trying to hold it together, praying that your makeup wasn't ruined. "You shouldn’t be here," you started, but the words died in your throat as you caught sight of the men’s urinal beside you. Your shoulders slumped in a resigned groan. 

"I know what you need," Adam said with a grin, one that made your pulse quicken. Before you could protest, his strong arms encircled you, pulling you into the cramped stall with ease. 

The small space felt even tighter with him in it. His broad shoulders barely fit, his tall frame bending slightly to accommodate the imp-sized toilet. The absurdity of the situation hit you all at once—here you were, standing in a bathroom stall meant for imps, with Adam so close you could feel the heat of his body. You barely had enough room to breathe, let alone move. 

"I swear to fuck, Adam," you huffed, frustration tingling in your voice. "I’m not in the mood for this right now." 

But Adam wasn’t having it. His lips curled into a mischievous grin, and his fingers slid down to your hips with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "But babe, we haven't ridden anything yet. So, how about you ride my dick?" He waggled his brows, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. "You can skip the line, VIP access, baby." 

Your body betrayed you. Despite the chaotic mess of emotions swirling inside, despite the anger and the sadness, the pure audacity of his words made something else stir within you. His touch—gentle, yet confident—ignited a fire deep inside you. Your body responded without your permission, heat flooding to the places that had been craving him for far too long. 

And before you could think, you were giggling. It was absurd. His crass humour, the ridiculousness of this whole situation, was precisely the thing you needed. As you met his eyes, still twinkling with mischief, the tension in your body melted away. 

His grin widened as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You can’t deny it," he whispered, the words heavy with promise. 

You couldn’t believe you were actually considering it, considering giving in to this madness. You let your eyes drift lower, catching the prominent bulge straining against his pants. 

With a lazy smile, you leaned in closer, your voice a seductive whisper. "I always wanted to ride roller coasters." Your fingers trailed down his body, unbuckling his pants with a slow, deliberate motion. "I want to feel my body thrown around with every twist and turn," you murmured, feeling his breath catch as your fingers brushed against his hard-on. 

You could hear his audible gulp, his body tense with anticipation. 

“Fuck,” Adam groaned, his voice low and desperate, and before you could even think to respond, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. His lips brushed the soft fabric of your dress, lips trailing upward as his head dipped beneath it, his mouth finding the curve of your panties. He suckled gently, teasingly, wetting the fabric, before his tongue slid against your quickly hardening clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. 

“Oh, fuck!” you gasped, the pressure building inside you as the pleasure crept steadily, like a slow burn, igniting every nerve. The stress of the day melted away instantly, replaced by the primal need to be consumed, to feel something, anything—until you saw stars. Your head tipped back, your eyes flicking over the edge of the stall, and you saw the washroom door. A rush of heat flooded you as the realization hit: anyone who walked in would see exactly what he was doing to you—his face buried between your legs, devouring you with an intensity that left you breathless. 

You should be embarrassed, but today? Fuck the imps, fuck the world. You needed this. You were going to feel every inch of him, and if it had to be Adam, then so be it. 

He manoeuvred quickly, claws of desire pulling at the fabric of your underwear, tugging, yanking, until you heard the unmistakable sound of it tearing. The hole he made left you gasping, but before you could voice your frustration, it dissolved into a moan—low and sultry—when his tongue delved deeper, tasting you in ways that made your pulse race. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” you sighed, your hips grinding against his face, the sound of his lips and tongue working your pussy turning your brain to mush. “God, you’re so fucking hungry.” Your fingers threaded into his hair, guiding him, urging him to take more. The wetness on his lips, the feeling of him dragging his tongue across your slick skin, was a sensation so carnal you could hardly breathe. Every moment of pleasure set fire to your nerves, your body humming with need. 

Before you could spiral into ecstasy, Adam pulled away with a growl, lifting you in one swift motion and spinning you around. Your breasts pressed eagerly against the cool stall wall, your ass thrust out, and he didn’t hesitate—slamming into you from behind with a force that made you cry out. The stretch was overwhelming, the thick, heavy length of him filling you in a way that made your entire body ache. He pressed deeper, relentlessly, until he hit your cervix, the sensation so intense that a sharp cry ripped from your throat. 

You were a screamer. You craved rough, dirty sex—the kind that left you breathless, the kind that made you feel alive. 

And Adam? He was just as wild, just as hungry. 

He pounded into you with abandon, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers leaving marks as he slapped your ass, the sting making your entire body tighten. “Fuck, squeeze me tight, babe,” he growled, “Yeah, moan for me, bitch.” His words were raw, his voice thick with lust, and they made you feel like you were the only thing in the world worth fucking. Your body responded to him instinctively, your voice growing louder, desperate for more. 

Each wet slap of skin on skin only intensified the heat between you, and you couldn’t help but encourage him, your words slipping out between heavy breaths: “Yes, baby, harder, harder, harder.” You whimpered as your body responded to him, riding the waves of pleasure as they crashed through you. “You fuck so good,” you moaned, the rhythm of your words pushing him to go faster, harder. 

The stall wall shook with every thrust, the sound of your bodies slamming together filling the space. You swore you heard gasps, voices from outside, as if the whole world could hear how fucking good he was making you feel. You were sure there was an audience, but it didn’t matter. Let them listen, let them hear how desperately you were being fucked. After the day you’d had, you fucking deserved it. 

His cock nudged against your g-spot, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hand slid around to the front of your hip, fingers expertly swirling over your clit, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. You gasped, your breath growing shallow as the sensations built. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m going to make a mess if you keep doing this,” you moaned, the words tumbling from your lips without hesitation. You didn’t want him to stop; in fact, you wanted him to push you further, harder.

“Yeah,” he grunted in response, smacking his hips against yours, the heavy swing of his balls hitting your skin with each deep thrust. “You know how I like it, babe,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust as he quickened the pace, each thrust driving deeper. “Now, scream how good my dick feels inside you,” he commanded, his words pushing you into a haze of desire, pushing you past the point of no return. 

His rhythm grew faster, more frantic, and you pressed your cheek against the cold stall wall, the friction between your bodies sending jolts of fire through your veins. Drool pooled at the corner of your lips, your vision blurring as you felt the peak drawing closer, your body trembling under the intensity. 

Your muscles tightened, and with a loud, unabashed scream, you finally gave in, “Fuck, yes, baby!” you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, hard and overwhelming. Your body convulsed, squirting wildly, the wetness soaking the front of your dress, dripping onto the floor, and pooling at your feet. 

He grunted, a low, primal sound as he followed you, his cock throbbing inside you. With a deep, guttural moan, he pumped a thick load of his seed into you, his hips grinding against you, urging you to milk him for every last drop. You could feel him deep inside, your walls gripping him desperately, as if trying to hold on to him, to drink him all in. 

Both of you breathed heavily, hearts racing from the intensity of the fuck. The tension of the earlier part of the day, the stress, all melted away in the euphoria of the orgasmic daze. As he pulled out slowly, you felt his warm seed dripping down your thighs, the mixture of his release and your own slipping down to join on the floor. 

“Fuck, that was fucking amazing,” Adam said, his voice rough but satisfied. The moment you turned to face him, he cupped your chin, lifting your face to meet his, and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his touch tender in contrast to the rawness of what had just transpired. “Now, just chill here for a second, babe,” he said, his grin lazy but affectionate. 

You could only nod, still lost in the aftershocks of the pleasure, and as he squeezed himself out of the stall, you leaned back against the cool wall, your breath coming in uneven gasps, slowly feeling his seed continuously dripping out of you, mixing with your own juices. 

That’s when you heard it. 

Voices shouting, cussing—Adam’s angry voice cutting through the air as he shooed the intruders out of the washroom. 

“Fuck off!” Adam yelled, his tone rough and possessive. “Don’t fucking jerk off to my girlfriend, you fucking assholes!” 

Your shoulders stiffened, a jolt of something fierce and unnameable coursing through you. Your breath hitched, caught on the edge of a gasp as your eyes widened. A strange, disarming warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading like wildfire, and before you could stop it, the heat reached your cheeks. They burned, your lower lip trembling—not from fear, no, but something rawer, deeper, something that made you feel both vulnerable and... 

Alive. 

He’d just called you his girlfriend. 

Out loud. 

Openly. 

The words rang in your ears, soft and almost careless in his tone, but their weight hit you like a sledgehammer. Your heart was pounding, a frantic, unrelenting rhythm that refused to be ignored. For a moment, all you could do was stand there, trapped in the swirling tempest of emotions that his simple declaration had stirred. 

He was such a fucking loser—messy, aimless, and someone you’d convinced yourself you were only keeping around out of pity. And yet, despite everything, he made you feel like this. 

Alive. 

Wanted. 

Consumed. 

Sure, the incredible sex played a part. That was undeniable. But even in the heat of those moments, there was always something more—a connection that ran deeper, messier, and far more terrifying than either of you dared to acknowledge. 

Still, you weren’t blind. You weren’t naive. This thing between you wasn’t built to last. It was fire and chaos, the kind of passion that burned bright and reckless, destined to burn out long before it settled into anything stable. You knew that. You accepted that. 

So why was your heart still betraying you? Why was it racing like this, pounding like a war drum in your chest? Your trembling fingers brushed over your cheeks, your skin impossibly hot, the blush spreading like a stain you couldn’t hide. 

You took a steadying breath—or tried to, at least—and when the moment passed, when your body cooled and the flush began to fade, you smoothed out your dress as best you could and stepped out of the stall. Your legs felt unsteady, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but it was the emotions twisting in your chest that left you truly off-balance. 

You sank onto the bench, needing the grounding sensation of solid wood beneath you, and waited. Adam was off somewhere, picking something up—probably something stupid, knowing him. And as much as you wanted to stay indifferent, to hold on to the simmering frustration of how thoroughly he’d upended your carefully guarded emotions, you couldn’t stop the damn flutter in your chest every time he moved, every time you thought of him. 

When he jogged back into view, his hands hidden behind his back and a playful, self-satisfied grin lighting up his face, you swore your heart skipped a beat. 

“Took you long enough,” you teased, though your voice faltered as Adam thrust something in front of your face, startling you. 

A candy apple. 

It gleamed under the garish, hellish lights, its glossy red shell capturing the chaos around it like a tiny, sugary miracle. Your breath hitched as your eyes locked onto it. It was perfect, almost unreal, and yet it was very much in his hand, being awkwardly thrust toward you. 

“I’m not really a fan of apples,” he admitted with a shrug, his brow quirking up. “But I remember you said you liked candy apples once.” 

The words were simple, but they hit you like a tidal wave. Your heart skipped a beat, then another, and suddenly, it wasn’t the candy apple you were looking at. It was him. Adam, with his soft, uncertain expression, his lips pressed together like he wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. His usual bravado was muted, replaced by something genuine, something vulnerable. 

“Listen,” he began, his voice rough with hesitation but tinged with sincerity. “I ain’t good at this kinda thing, but… Merry Christmas, babe.” He gave you a crooked, lopsided smile, nudging the candy apple toward you again. 

For a moment, the world stood still. The noise of the carnival, the blaring music, and the distant screams of the rides—all of it faded into the background. All you could focus on was the candy apple and the boy standing in front of you, looking like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin but refusing to let go of this moment. 

Your fingers brushed his as you took the wooden stick, the faint warmth of his touch lingering against your skin. You held it tightly, the reality of his gesture sinking in. “I—I can’t believe you remembered,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Adam’s brow furrowed, his lips twitching like he wasn’t sure whether to smile or scoff. “'Course I did,” he muttered, looking off to the side. “You don’t shut up about sweets, so… yeah.” 

You couldn’t help it—a soft, breathy laugh bubbled up, breaking through the overwhelming tide of emotion. Adam, the man who barely listened when you talked, who acted like he didn’t care about half the things you said, had remembered something so small, so inconsequential. 

And it mattered. 

It mattered more than you wanted to admit. 

Your fingers curled around the stick a little tighter, your chest aching in the best way. “Thanks,” you said softly, your voice trembling with a quiet kind of wonder. 

Adam’s face softened at your words, though his smirk quickly returned. “Well, are you gonna eat it, or are you just gonna stare at it?” he teased, his tone light, but the way he watched you gave him away. 

“Fine,” you huffed, unwrapping the candy apple carefully. The scent of sugar and caramel wafted up, sweet and familiar, and as you lifted it to your lips, Adam’s voice interrupted you. 

“Let’s go home,” he said, blowing a stray lock of hair off his face. “This place sucks anyway.” 

You blinked, startled by the sudden shift, but before you could question him, he reached out and took your free hand, pulling you up from the bench with ease. His grip was steady, his palm warm, and as his fingers laced with yours, you felt your chest tighten all over again. 

The candy apple in your other hand felt heavier now, more significant. It wasn’t just a treat—it was a moment, a gesture, a piece of him he’d handed over without realizing its weight. 

As the two of you left the chaos of Loo Loo Land behind, the gaudy lights fading into the distance, everything felt a little softer, a little more vivid. Adam didn’t say anything else, and neither did you. But his hand stayed in yours, his touch grounding you, reminding you that sometimes the smallest things—like a candy apple—could mean everything. 

And as you took your first bite, the sugary sweetness melting on your tongue, you decided it was the best candy apple you’d ever had. 

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MORE WINGED SINNER READER X ADAM PLSSSS🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ i love their chemistry and the whole massage thing was so cute, could we maybe get an aftermath of when reader wakes up?? or a whole separate story of the two, ur choice!

- 🦝anon

OFCCC BESTIE!!! WELCOME TO THE BLOG OMG

also I agree, I like their chemistry of just... Cocky asshole and cold but easily soothed reader,,,, like MMMM

Welcome racoon anon!! Enjoy your stay!!

Rough awakening || Adam x winged sinner!reader

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Safe to say Adam was not expecting to be punched awake after falling asleep with you on his chest, when you punched him he launched up and you fell back, head lowered as you attempted to gather your thoughts.

You had just woken up from a nice nap, almost forgetting about what caused you to fall asleep like that, but seeing Adams resting face was enough of a wake up call to realize you fell asleep on him. Your face flustered when you realized you were coaxed asleep by him, and being pissed off you punch his face, which is where you two are now.

Even though you tried to hide your flustered face, he instantly knew you were blushing from your visible ears turning a light shade of pink, he smirked and spoke cockily "hah! Don't try to hide it cold tits, I know you enjoyed me massaging your back!"

Angrily, you got up off the bed and stormed out of the room muttering curses and telling him to shut up, as he reaches out to you, you not even bothering to look in any mirror to fix yourself up for any interaction with the other hotel inhabitants.

You passed by angeldust who was making his way downstairs when he saw how you looked, looking a bit surprised before attempting to speak to you "woah, what happened to you? Ya look like you were gettin all hot n' heavy with someone!" He said while making the sex gesture with his hands

Even though you wanted to tell him fuck off, you knew better, you're here to redeem yourself after all. So you storm into your room, slumping to the floor as your wings relax, having been tense the entire way to your quarters. Turning your head, you see yourself in the mirror, your hair is a bit messy from the nap, face flushed from embarrassment and slight anger, and clothes in slight disarray. Now you know what angel meant.

Instead you curl into a ball, bringing your wings to surround you so you don't have to look in the mirror anymore, hoping that those damned thoughts come back. Why would anyone be interested in you? Everyone in hell either wants to kill or have sex. Sometimes both. You had learnt that lesson before, reluctantly remembering your own first days in hell as your fingers trace over the faint scar on your left wing, being slightly covered by the feathers that you've become accustomed to.

Quickly burrying your head into your arms, wanting to forget that time, you're stronger now. You won't let anyone ruin your chance to get to heaven and finally have that security of safeness, not even the stubborn, cocky, annoyingly handsome first man....what are you thinking?! It's ADAM, the same man who destroyed the hotel and attempted to kill your friends!

Squeezing your eyes shut, your mind wanders, beginning to form the very face of the man who you despise...but that stupid smirk of his just pisses you off in the best way possible.

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Yawners.... Adam POV soon? 🤔

-Ash (this guy has me in chokehold HELLO??) (also this may end up being a series uhmmm) (potential series name?? Send suggestionsss)

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