#reader x adam

[redvexillum]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was his undoing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[activesplooger]

Having A Bad Day | ᴠᴏx x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Notes: Quick blurb i did bc ive been having a bad day. Dw, im still working on my cult leader vox x reader :)

Summary: Today was... less than great, to be honest. You've managed to keep it together, but as soon as your partner asks "what's wrong?" you immediately burst into tears.

CW: fluff, suggestive, adam

Masterpost

ᴠᴏx

You walk in to the penthouse utterly exhausted. Kicking off your heels, you drag a hand down your face and walk in yours and Vox's shared bedroom.

Vox is already lying on the bed as you enter, scrolling on his phone with a neutral expression. He looks up as you enter, "Hey, doll.". After examining your expression, he furrows his eyebrows and sets his phone on the nightstand, "What's wrong?".

You take a deep breath and try to hold it together. Fuck, you were doing so well why'd he have to bring it up?! Your composure cracks, you start to sniffle as tears well up in your eyes.

“Woah woah,” Vox gets up from the bed, “shh, come here, tell me what’s wrong.”. He approaches you and hugs you tight while cradling your face. “I had a shitty day at work,” you lean your head on his chest, “my boss was on my ass and then this guy honked at me on the way home.”. Vox runs his claws through your hair as you sob into his chest, “It’s okay, it’s over now. I’m here. Let’s get you in bed and we can watch your favorite TV show.”.

Nodding yes against his chest, he lifts you up into a bridal carry and sets you down on the bed. Vox plops in bed beside you and drapes a heated blanket over you both. You scoot across the bed next to him, laying your head on his chest as you sniffle.

Vox’s hand returns to your head where he tangles his claws into you hair, gently massaging the area, “That’s it, doll, let it out.”.

You end up falling asleep on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothing you into slumber. Once you fall asleep, Vox would immediately make sure your boss got a “friendly” electrocution and cut off their wifi. As for the morning, Vox would spend all day scanning the camera footage for whoever dared to honk at you the previous day. He’s take that persons punishment into his hands and “take care of them”.

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𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶

Adam's sprawled out on the couch as you enter, rolling his eyes and throwing his phone on the couch cushion beside him, "Fucking finally! What took you so long?!". You stare at him blankly, too emotionally exhausted to respond.

"Fuck's your deal?" he asks as he sees your state, immediately regretting his harsh response as he sees you start to cry, "Oh shit-". Adam springs up from the couch and rushes over to you.

He traps you in a tight embrace, completely enveloping you in his large body. You sob into his chest, arms coming up to wrap around him (even though your arms couldn't possibly fully wrap around him). "I didn't mean to yell, baby, I'm sorry," he coos softly, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"I had a shitty day," you mutter into his chest. "I'm sorry," Adam lifts your head up and peppers your face and neck with kisses. "Just stay home next time," he coos, his voice muffled against your skin, "shouldn't fucking be away from me anyways.".

You lean into his kisses, closing your eyes as you let his embrace relax you, "I had a super stressful day today... Then, on the way home, some asshole honked at me.". Lifting up his head, Adam stares at you with a firm expression, "Someone fucking honked at you? Who the fuck even honks in heaven anyways?". You smile softly at his words and lean against him.

Adam pulls you tighter against him, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "I'll have that piece of shit thrown into the fucking depths of hell.". You chuckle softly, "Pft, thanks, Adam.". "Let's go to bed," without warning, Adam slings you over his shoulder and pats your bottom, "I know just the thing to cheer you up.".

He then carries you off to the bedroom and plows into you for the rest of the night like there's no tomorrow.

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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇

Lucifer strolls by you with a plate of pancakes as you walk in. "Helllloooo, my lo-!" He immediately senses your sadness and sets the pancakes down, "what's the matter, darling?". Tears start to flow down your face, the simple question completely breaking your composure.

Lucifer rushes towards you and wraps you in a hug. White and scarlet wings emerge from his back and wrap around you in a cocoon of comfort, "No no no, please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong.". Slumping against him, you sniffle softly, "I had a shitty day at work and-and then some guy honked at me!".

"Awww, sweetheart," he coos, soft hands coming up to gently hold your jaw, "I'm sorry...". Still crying softly, Lucifer uses his powers to float the plate of pancakes over to you, having it hover beside you. "I made you pancakes~" he says playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

You laugh through tears, "Luci it's 10pm and you made pancakes?". He nods eagerly, a goofy smile plastered across his face, "Yup! Why? Do you not want them?". Teasingly, he floats the pancakes a bit farther away.

"No no wait I do!" you reach out for the pancakes, the flow of tears starting to halt. "What's the magic word~?". "Pleeasse?" you look up at him with big doe eyes, still a bit watery from your sobs.

"Good girl," he brings the pancakes over to the two of you and grabs a forkful of soft buttery pancakes, "say "Ah"~" you obey and open your mouth. Lucifer gently pushes the food in your mouth and smiles, "How about I draw a bath, hm?".

You nod, and he takes your hand, gently ushering you to the luxurious bathroom. He makes a lovely bath filled with essential oils, rose petals, and bubbles. Once he joins you in the bath, he pulls you between his legs. As you settle snugly with your back pressed against his chest, you start to feel something stiff pressed up against you...

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the end

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random blurb i did in like 45 minutes bc yeah

also i had a shitty day and someone fucking honked at me and i started crying (again) so that's why i wrote that in lol

[amphibiahawks321]

Female adam from hazbin hotel x male reader

Female!Adam : .....Why the hell is that whore of an angel flirting with MY man...

Lute : You're getting possessive again ma'am...

Female!Adam : she's acting like the literal first tits doesn't own him...

Lute : Own?

Female!Adam : it Sounds hot–oh finally that winged thot leaves him....

10 minutes later

Female!Adam : Who the fuck did she think she is?

[Y/N gently cups her cheeks]

AngelM!Reader : Darlin you need to calm down... You know she can't replace you ^v^

Female!Adam : You're fuckin right... My tits are bigger anyway–

[klttn]

thinking about adam being balls deep in your cunt, mercilessly pounding into you, slapping you, hurting you. all whilst whispering the most delicious praise you’ve ever heard.

“so hot,” he groans, so lost in you, the words are just spewing out. “fuck- so cute like this, cryin n shit for me.” your tears and spit a puddle on the pillow he had your face pressed into. one of his big hands wrapping around, gripping your hair so tight you fear not even lucifer himself could pry him out of his hold. he’s pushing you impossibly further down onto him, your back arching at a full curve to get him even deeper.

“ fuck, baby-“ he pulls your hair in a manner to make you look at him. but you can’t. your eyes are lidded and you’re panting so cute, just so delirious from his cock you can’t do anything but cry and take him. “my pretty girl, made for my cock.” his free hand snaked round to land a slap across your cheek. a whiny whimper falling from your lips, making his dick throb inside you.

“so fuckin cute, you feel that baby, my cock just loves to see you like this, all silly and fucked out, so good for me aren’t you?” he slaps you again and you cry harder, nodding your head frantically and tightening your pussy around him making him let out a breathy moan. “shit- fuck, baby, so tight.“ his words going straight to your cunt as you push your ass back into him, meeting his thrusts in desperation. something you knew drives him crazy.

then he just couldn’t help himself, lost all restraint, his thrusts so brutal his hips are leaving bruises on your ass, grip so tight you could see the harsh red outline of his hands on you. it wasn’t enough though, he needed you ruined. forcing you and having you cumming on his cock more times than you can count.

but he wouldn’t just stop there. he wouldn’t care that it’s been so long the red blotches are fading to that pretty purple shade he loved oh so much on you. didn’t care you were now fighting him nd trying to escape. didn’t care he nearly had you passing out from choking you so hard. just cared about you’re pretty little pussy n feeling his pretty girl against him. whether you liked it or not.

“don’t fight it baby, just need your soft cunt around me a little longer,” his hand cutting off your oxygen just right so it had you teetering on the edge of consciousness whist he listened to the cute, muffled whimpers n cries falling from your puffy lips. “you milk me so good when you’re struggling to breathe, good girl, good girl. let me hurt you, that’s it, give in again-“ you open your big glassy eyes, long eyelashes batting up at him with such innocence. a contrast to everything else. so helpless in his hands. your face a mess of your drool and the salty droplets streaming down your cheeks, soft lips parting in an attempt to catch your breath.

and looking at you like that, seeing you so messy like this, his grip falters finally. he thrusts so deep into you you swear it’s coming out your mouth nd he spills his load, pumping all his cum into his precious little girl.

[k-nayee]

Fallen Hazbin Hotel i

wc: 3.3k a/n: this will be a slight au goes cause ngl i never really made it past episode 2💀

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The creation of your soul was unlike any other.

In the hallowed space where human souls were molded, Seraphim Sera worked beside the successor of Lucifer in the celestial sanctum dedicated to new life.

Though Emily had grown adept at forming souls over the eons, she still found herself studying Sera's technique with curiosity and deference.

This time, however, she noticed an unusual stillness in Sera. There was a hint of sorrow in her—deeper than any Emily had seen before.

The state of humanity weighed heavily on Sera's heart. It was something even the sacrifice of Jesus had not remedied.

Where she had hoped to see more unity and compassion, humanity continued to stumble.

Devoted to creation and guidance and yet here she was: moved to a grief that seemed to reach even her divine powers.

Without Sera's knowledge that sorrow imprinted itself on the soul she was forming.

As her fingertips hovered over the amorphous light, her unspoken worries and heartache transformed it, seeping into the essence she shaped.

You were different from the start—a rare blend of purity and compassion, a hope born from despair.

No other soul had quite the same resonance as yours. It was as if each fragment of light carried Sera's lingering wish for humanity's redemption.

Emily remained silent as she observed. For all the thousands of souls she had seen, none had been like this. She could sense Sera's guarded admiration as well.

Though Sera (ever the professional) did not show overt favoritism, there was a lingering gaze—a brief stillness, every time her eyes fell upon you.

And then, just as quickly, she'd retreat to her disciplined demeanor as though she could not allow herself the luxury of attachment.

Once your formation was complete, you were sent to Earth with no knowledge of the watchful presence behind your existence.

From the beginning the world proved to be harsh and unforgiving.

Abandoned as a child and abused by those who should have protected you, you were thrust into a life of struggle.

And yet in spite of it all no bitterness clouded your heart nor did hatred take root; instead you grew wise to life's difficulties, meeting each day with a kindness that was resolute.

Each act of goodwill, every kindness you extended, seemed to spark a subtle ripple effect—something that shaped the lives of others and sent positive changes flowing into places you couldn't see.

Having never grown hard or cynical to life, you were granted angelic ascension upon your death.

Upon your arrival Sera awaited you at the gates, a subtle smile softening her usually serious expression as she guided you to your new position before going off to her own responsibilities.

Life in Heaven felt nearly surreal.

Though the celestial realms were as awe-inspiring as they were vast, you felt a strange pang of loneliness among the hierarchy of angels—most of whom seemed untouched by the hardships you remembered from Earth.

Your days was spent in quiet work under higher-ranking overseers with often yourself as company in the towering halls of Heaven.

That was until you were summoned to Adam's chambers.

You had heard much about him from other angels beyond his legacy as the first man. He was someone who had a commanding presence—sharp wit.

But as you stood before him, despite his evident authority, he exuded an oddly modern charm—a confident, slightly arrogant air that might have been more suited to a CEO than an Archangel.

He looked you up and down, his piercing gaze sizing you up as if deciding whether he could work with you at all.

In those first weeks Adam had made his displeasure known. He rarely missed an opportunity to grumble about the favor he was doing for Sera.

You were a lower-ranking angel after all. And Adam made no secret of his annoyance over this fact. It was shown through your tasks.

They were menial at first: simple records and errand-like duties—which unbeknown to you, was actually ordered to test your resolve rather than develop skills.

He was meticulous and unyielding, a mentor who would not accept anything less than perfection and barely acknowledged your efforts even when they met his exacting standards.

But as the days weeks turned to months there were subtle changes. Sometimes he would sit back and watch you with a look that lingered a bit longer than he intended.

You'd catch him softening in brief moments when he thought you weren't watching with a slight curve of his mouth when you managed something especially well.

And over time his critiques mellowed into an almost playful teasing. The conversations once clipped and formal took on a different tone.

He would linger after giving you a task—recounting stories of the early days of humanity, speaking of his own creation and the burden of his role with a tone that almost resembled confession.

Then one day he invited you to walk with him in the gardens—an invitation that you knew wasn't extended to just anyone.

As you strolled among Heaven's flowering vines and ethereal fountains he casually asked about your Earthly experiences, or as he put it, the "domino effect" Sera mentioned in your file.

You told him of your life as a human and the trials you faced and the choice to meet the world with kindness despite its many hardships.

Then, for the first time ever, a full fledged smile graced his face. Its tenderness filled the stillness around you.

That unspoken bond grew. 

Even the other angels began to notice Adam's (in all his aloofness) distinct warmth that was reserved only for you.

He still carried himself with that familiar arrogance and exuded his usual authority, but his eyes softened when you were near.

His usual cutting words now had an underlying fondness that only the two of you fully understood.

You didn’t speak of it—didn’t dare name it. But when you were alone there was an undeniable closeness.

It went beyond his usual dismissive flirtations or occasional compliments. His hand would linger on yours a moment too long, his touch warm and grounding as he guided you through the grand halls.

You still felt the guarded edges around him even as he allowed this closeness. Almost as if he were keeping a part of himself hidden.

Though you yearned to know more, knowing the gentleness Adam has for you was reserved for no one else made up for it.

For now that was enough.

════════════════*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═════════════════

The revelation came upon you like a sudden storm.

It seemed ordinary enough—one of those rare quiet days where Heaven’s peace felt genuine and untouched by schemes or whispers of unrest.

You had been looking for Adam, searching the grand halls where he often spent his time in secluded contemplation or strategy.

Upon entering his quarters you stumbled upon a series of records and texts you hadn’t seen before—drawings, schematics, plans filled with the details of an endeavor you could hardly comprehend at first.

Shock locked you in place as your eyes darted over the pages, the full picture beginning to take shape.

Adam was planning to eradicate all of Hell in a brutal purge. His intentions scrawled out plainly with plans to make it a bi-annual devastation.

His motivations seemed focused—almost obsessive: he desire to destroy Lucifer for corrupting both his wives and damning humanity to sin.

The righteousness of it felt  sinister in a way that clashed with everything Heaven should represent.

It was the sound of footsteps that pulled you from your horrified trance. You look up, catching Adam’s steely gaze as he entered the room.

He stilled, his eyes narrowing as his lips twist into a brief condescending smile before disappearing just as quick. “Eavesdropping now are we?”

“What...is all of this?” your voice shaky but resolute. There was no hiding your distress nor the raw betrayal evident in your tone.

He watched you carefully, his silence stretched painfully long with each passing second drawing his gaze sharper.

“It’s necessary,” he finally replied, each word precise and calculated. “You of all people should understand that.”

You shook your head with disbelief flashing in your eyes. “Necessary? Adam you’re talking about genocide. A-an endless cycle of destruction! How can you say this is the right thing?”

His expression darkened.

“This is for the greater good. Lucifer’s actions have damned humanity, cast shadows over Heaven itself.” Irritation seeped into his voice. “The world would be purer without his influence infecting it, without Hell festering beneath.”

The certainty in his tone left no room for negotiation and you felt the depth of the chasm between you.

You shook your head, taking a step back. “I can’t be a part of this Adam. I...I won’t.”

He watched you as a flicker of something like disappointment shined in his eyes, though it quickly cooled to an unnerving calm.

“Perhaps you’re just not seeing the full picture,” his voice smoothed as if he were offering comfort. “Meet me at our usual spot. I’ll explain everything. Trust me.”

There was a note of gentleness in his words, a familiar echo of the kindness you’d come to know.

Against the shadow of doubt that churned in your chest, you wanted to believe him. You wanted to think that somehow there was something you’d misunderstood.

And so you went to the place that had become yours over the years—a quiet grove within Heaven’s gardens where the two of you spent your time together.

The serenity of it now felt almost mocking.

As you waited you searched for a sense of reassurance, for the feeling that this was all some awful misunderstanding.

That Adam would arrive, put a hand on your shoulder, and explain everything away.

But instead when Adam appeared, his presence felt cold—almost mechanical. There was no trace of the man who had once softened around you nor a lingering warmth in his gaze.

“Adam...” you began only for your words to die on your lips. He raised his hand, and suddenly you felt an unfamiliar pull.

It was as though gravity itself had turned against you. Your wings flared instinctively, but they were useless against the force drawing you downward.

Realization gripped you as you looked up; this wasn’t an explanation. This was a sentence.

Adam’s face was the last thing you saw before the Fall: a sharp tooth grin stretched across his lips.

He raised his hand in a mock salute, almost playful as if he were bidding farewell to an old friend rather than sending you into damnation.

That look—that chillingly gleeful expression was imprinted itself in your mind; searing a deep wound of betrayal that would never fully heal.

Your voice caught in your throat, eyes wide with disbelief as you fell. He hadn’t wavered. Didn't hesitate.

The one who had been your confidante, who had once looked at you with something like love, has casted you down without so much as a flicker of remorse.

Tears escaped and scattered into the wind around you. Just as Heaven faded from sight, darkness fully enveloped you and your world went black.

.*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

You plummet from Heaven like a comet; a streak of searing light tearing through the thick red skies of Hell.

Your form was enveloped in flames as you crashed down with a force that made the very ground tremble.

The impact was like a small explosion—flames erupting, leaving a crater scorched and steaming as debris scattered for yards around.

Slowly you regained consciousness, faint prickles of pain tingling at the edges of your senses.

Your entire body felt heavy. Every inch of your body throbbed with the reminder that you’d been ̶b̶̶e̶̶t̶̶r̶̶a̶̶y̶̶e̶̶d̶ casted down by the very person you trusted most.

Suddenly, you feel warmth pressing against your cheek. You blink, finding yourself face-to-face with a strange malformed creature—a bird if you could call it that.

It had way too many eyes that blinked in eerie unison with a beak far too sharp as it pecked at your face.

You instinctively swat it away with more force than you intended. The creature squawked in protest before flapping its leathery wings and vanishing into the smoky distance.

Looking around you find yourself lying in the center of a deep crater as steam rose from the ground. For a second your mind struggled to reconcile where you were.

Then realization crept in slowly along with a numb sort of disbelief. Hell. You were in Hell.

As you shifted to sit up, soft murmurs above made you snap your head upwards. There on the edges of the crater stood  gathering figures— Hell denizens that drawn to the commotion.

Sinners and demons, the curious and wicked souls damned to this place, they all watched you in curiosity.

That is until they caught sight of the faint remaining glow of your halo and pure white wings.

Their gazes turned alarmed before they scattered away in screeches and shrieks, stumbling and tripping over each other in their desperation to flee in the mistaken belief that your arrival was the start of an unexpected purge.

The silence that followed was almost jarring, leaving you alone in the crater as the echoes of their hurried footsteps faded into the distance.

Your body screamed in protest as you slowly rose to your feet.

You try to open your wings in attempt to take flight, but the moment you flexed them, a searing pain flared down your back making you clamp your wings shut with a wince.

It seems flying wasn't an option right now.

With painstaking effort you hobbled toward the crater’s edge, eyes fixed on the steep walls.

Your teeth grit from the pain when you reach out and grasped a jagged piece of rock jutting from the crater wall.

'Okay,' a grim look of determination cross your face. 'Guess I’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.' 

.*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

With a weak but firm grip you grasped the edge of the crater, using every last ounce of strength to pull yourself up onto the cracked pavement.

A heaving gasp tore from your throat as you collapsed onto solid ground before scooting yourself away from the crater’s edge.

It had taken longer than you’d hoped, but you’d done it. You were out.

Lying back, you let your head fall against the pavement to stare up at the crimson-tinted sky above.

Clouds churned in dark ominous shades of red as a massive pentagram symbol loomed high above—it glowed sinisterly, slicing through the swirling clouds in sharp precise lines.

Hell’s “moon” hung beside it—a twisted scarred orb that looked as though it had been dragged from the depths of something far darker than night.

And even higher in the distance, just barely visible against the hellish skyline, was the faint shimmer of Heaven’s gate. A cruel and unreachable mirage.

You closed your eyes, letting out a long shuddering breath as you try to gather yourself before reluctantly forcing your exhausted body to move once more.

Just as you managed to stand a strange warmth flickered above your head. Your fingers reach up to touch your now sputtering halo.

The steady glow dimmed as it pulsed weakly—and before you could fully process it, the light extinguished altogether.

The once radiant halo fell and clattered to the ground with a hollow metallic ring.

You stared down at the cold dull metal lying lifelessly in the dust. Your legs buckled and you sank to your knees, reaching out with trembling fingers to pick it up.

The weight of it felt foreign now, devoid of the light and comfort it once radiated.

A sad hollow laugh bubbled up from your throat; a weak attempt to mask the sharp ache of loss.

“...and it was such a good reading light to use,” you murmured, voice barely a whisper.

The familiar warmth of Heaven was gone and replaced by an oppressive heat that clung to you as the air around filled with the bitter scent of sulfur.

The betrayal, the Fall, and now your halo—each piece hammered at your heart, leaving you grasping at the edges of your composure as the weight of this new reality pressed in on you.

Fortunately you didn’t have time to dwell on it for long. 

“Hello!” A voice cuts through the stillness.

Startled, you look up to see a young girl standing at the edge of the abandoned street, her bright eyes wide with wonder.

She was small, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she wore a frilly red dress that looked almost too pristine for a place like Hell

She moved before you could process her intentions, darting toward you with surprising speed.

You instinctively opened your arms, catching her as she flinged herself into your embrace with childlike trust.

Her weight was slight with a warmth to her that felt strangely comforting. She nestled against your side, tiny hands exploring your feathers as her eyes sparkled with awe.

“Oh wow!” she squealed, brushing her fingers lightly over the downy feathers of your wings that had unconsciously curled around her as if to shield her from the world. “Your wings are so pretty! They look kinda like my dad’s!”

You blinked, still processing the fact that a child was not only here in Hell but clinging to you like you were an old friend.

Her innocent curiosity and lack of fear threw you off guard. For a moment faint memories of the children you had in your human life resurfaced and a bittersweet warmth filled your chest.

“Who might you be little one?"

The girl looked up at you with a giggle, eyes wide with innocence. "My name's Charlie, Charlie Magne!"

You couldn't help but smile. She reminded you of them in a way—of the tenderness you’d once known.

"And why are you out here alone?” concern was heard in your words. It was dangerous even for a child who clearly belonged here.

“I just wanted to see if it was really an angel causing all the fuss. I overheard my dad talking about it and well...I got curious! So I snuck out and—bam! I found you!” She gave you a triumphant grin as if discovering you were her own special accomplishment.

“Your...dad?” you echo softly causing her to frantically nod.

“Charlotte!” A booming voice calls out sending a shiver down your spine. Charlie looked over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up even more.

“Oh! There he is!” she chirped. Wriggling out of your arms, she hops down and began waving enthusiastically in the direction of the voice. "Over here!”

You quickly got to your feet, bracing yourself as you saw him: Lucifer Morningstar—The King of Hell himself striding down the street with an air of authority.

His softened gaze was locked on Charlie as she ran to him. But the moment she pointed back at you and exclaimed, “Look Daddy! I made a new friend!” his expression shifted.

The smile he’d given her vanished and was replaced by something far darker. In a flash he was in front of you, his crimson eyes piercing through you like twin blades.

You barely blinked before you were slammed to the ground.

The impact stole the air from your lungs, you were left gasping as his weight pressed down on you, a foot planted firmly on your chest.

Charlie's pleads of Daddy stop! seemed distant, almost muffled as you struggled to catch your breath.

'Geez...What s up with this family and tackling?'

Your dry thought is interrupted by the cold bite of metal on your throat. The sharp blade is pressed against the skin of your neck making you give a wide-eye stare up at the man towering over you.

His expression hard and unforgiving with an air of suspicion around him.

"Who sent you to the land of the Damned?" 

[queen-of-roaches]

KINKTOBER

Anal with the first man

Adam x gn!reader

Warnings: smut, anal, Adam being an asshole (haha, get it?), spanking, foul language, porn with no plot, etc

“Fuck! Ur so tight back here!”

Adam said, panting almost as his dick thrusted into your back hole with no mercy. You could feel the veins on his cock rub around and against your insides. Making your squirm.

“Don’t squirm away from me, sugar tits~”

He said, his palm landing a spank on your ass cheek. You yelped, almost in tears right now.

“Yeah? Gonna be a lil cum slut for daddy?”

Adam said, talking down on you. His dick plowing into you from behind as he took you like a dog. An animal. Fuck he was so big he could be an animal. It was so deep, it almost hurt. But you liked it. It felt so good and Adam was giving it all to you without teasing too much.

“Fuck! I’m coming baby!”

Adam yelled, plowing even faster. He then froze, emptying himself inside your insides. Your back hole leaking with the thick cum.

“Fuck… your so needy sometimes babe”

KINKTOBER

A/N: sorry it was very short! Just did this quickkk

[euaphora]

Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

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[bloodyboi]

[doja365]

POV- Writing for ____x reader fic

[redvexillum]

@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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[activesplooger]

After Sex Head-Canons | HAZBIN HOTEL

Includes Vox, Adam, and Lucifer! MDNI.

cw: suggestive! MDNI Masterpost!

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You’re currently in Vox’s bed, panting as he lays on his back beside you. The room was silent, aside from the heavy breaths emitted from the two of you. The silence is broken suddenly,

“B minus” The TV Demon states flatly

You raised your head to look at him and quirked an eyebrow as you spoke “What?”

He looks at you with an annoyed expression, like what he said was obvious and didn’t need context. “I said B minus, the rating for how good you were.”

What the fuck?! This man did not just openly rate your sex skills… And a B minus?! “Excuse me?” your tone was offended and confused, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and a glare that could kill.

Vox rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow as he looks at you with his bright red and teal eyes. “What’d you expect? An A plus? Pfftt, hah!” He sits up and slides off the bed, grabbing his clothes off the floor and putting them back on.

You huffed, about to defend yourself before he rudely interrupts you “No I-“

“Ridiculous… Haha! An A plus! That’s funny!” He has a good laugh for a solid minute, all the while you’re giving him a “What the fuck” look as you lay on his bed. You drag a hand down your face in disappointment, not at him, but at yourself “Why did I sleep with you…” you mutter under your breath.

The TV demon looks back at you and stops laughing “Oh, you’re still here… You’re dismissed.”

You fight the urge to bash in his stupid TV head, and instead spring up out of bed without a word. ‘What was I expecting… Stupid ass samsung face… If only his dick was as big as his ego…’ you thought to yourself. You put on your clothes as fast as you could and walked out.

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𝑨𝒅𝒂𝒎:

You cringed to yourself as you laid beside Adam. That’s it? That’s the ‘most awesomest sex’ Adam was bragging about relentlessly until you agreed to have sex with him? What a fuckin’ bummer…

Adam stretched out on the bed and turned to you with a cocky grin “I know right?”. You turn to face him “What?”.

“Best sex ever! I know, it was great, you’re probably never gonna have sex like that again!” He gloated.

‘I hope not…’ you thought. You force a smile on your face and nod “Mhm… That was super…”

His inflection went up as he sung his words in a rock-and-roll falsetto “Because I’m the original dick, bitch!” Adam then went on to play air guitar while making the sounds of a guitar solo which dragged on for a few minutes.

Adam stretches his arms above his head, looking down at you, taking notice your strained grin. He groans and rolls his eyes at you “Ughhh, you want aftercare or something?”

Thats what he thinks you want? You were about to decline and book it out of there before you realized you might as well get something out of this. “Sure.” You responded flatly.

Adams exhales roughly and mumbles “All women are the same I swear… Didn’t even compliment me on my great dick giving ability…”. You pretended not to hear that part. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

To your surprise, the aftercare wasn’t too bad. His plump figure was actually really comfortable to lay against… for the first few minutes. Eventually he must’ve gotten bored and started boasting about how great he was. Once he started talking about how many girls he’s “graced with his amazing presence”, you got up and left.

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Lucifer:

Before you could even catch your breath, Lucifer pulls you into a tight and loving embrace. He nuzzles into your chest and smiles against your skin. The feel of the soft silk sheets and Lucifer cuddled against you was exactly what you needed after a passionate and wild love making. It was clear Lucifer hadn’t been intimate in a while with his hungry, wild, desperate movements with you in bed. Though he hadn’t had a partner a looong time, he definitely wasn’t off his game.

You were pleasantly surprised at the action, running your hands through his blonde hair, eliciting a pleasant hum from him.

“I take it you enjoyed that?” You say as you press a kiss to his forehead.

Lucifer looks up from your chest and beams “Very much so!”. You two spent the rest of the morning cuddling, only eventually getting out so he could make you some pancakes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Masterpost!

[washeduphazbin]

Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

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Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

[klttn]

I NEED MORE SOMNOPHILIA WITH ADAM PLEASE 🥺

nonnie i like your thinking, the world is a better place when adam likes to play with you all sleepy and shut eyed <3

— 𝜗𝜚 adam x female reader nsfw. somnophilia. lots of praise. soft!adam. coercion. slight manipulation. dubcon. adam just <3’s your cunt.

adam loves your pussy. needs it. craves it. would be inside it all day if he could. but being an exorcist means long hours and little to no time to have his fingers or his tongue and most importantly his dick nestled into the sweet puffy folds of your cunt.

it didn’t help that you were such a sleepy little girl either. never being awake when he’s home after his long shifts. always too lethargic for him to stuff your pussy full and get you messy. too busy huddled up with adam’s clothes and your blankets, lashes fluttered shut and soft snores falling from your lips. such a precious sight. so he’d leave his girl to get her rest.

instead, he’d be palming his cock next to you quietly, looking at your adorable sleep ridden features and pumping one out to the soft lines of your curves. occasionally daring to peel the covers back, sometimes getting lucky to see your plush tits falling out of your pyjamas, the newly cold air making your nipples peak and look so enticing. of course he’d cum on the spot from that.

but out of all the times he’d done that. he’d never touched you. never slid his hands over your body and claimed it whilst you slept. never had your hole stretching around his girth whilst you let out sleepy little noises in that shared bed of yours. never dared lay a finger on you. but that changed today.

the creaking sound of the door to your bedroom being pushed open reverberated on the walls around you. a frustrated huff leaving adam’s mouth as he stalked his way over to your bed, clothes being discarded as he did so. already hearing your little snores and knowing you’d be sound asleep next to him. “so cute,” he muttered, “but i guess it’s just me and you tonight,” adam sighed, holding his right hand in front of him.

when he was ready to slide in bed next to you, he was left in just his boxers — dick sporting a semi already. peeling back the quilt so he could get under with you, nothing could have prepared him for the sight that he was about to see. “fuck meee,” adam all but groaned.

there you were, on your side, one leg hiked up so your ass and pussy we’re all on display, only covered by the pathetic piece of fabric you called your underwear. one arm lazily draped over your waist and the other cuddling what appeared to be one of adam’s shirts, gripping little crescents into the fabric as you held it. the barely there straps of your top half way down your shoulders, your tits bulging to be free, the tops of your nipples already visible, just begging to be sucked. fuck, it was his own personal wet dream.

skimming his gaze up to your face, he noticed your cheeks flushed such a pretty shade of pink, your fluffy tendrils of hair falling around your face, framing it so perfectly. you were always cute but this was just sinfully so. he didn’t know what about today made it so different, you wore these things all the time, you slept like this so often. maybe it was the way he could see your pussy clench at nothing in the cold air of the night, panties doing little to hide it all, him so badly wishing it was around him instead. or maybe it was the little moans that escaped your lips every time you shifted slightly, imagining all the lewd noises you’d be making if he was having his way with you right. now. or maybe his cock just got harder because he’s a perv and right now, you were his porn. so what if he decided that you’d also be his fleshlight. you didn’t have to know. you were sleepy and dead to the world after all.

“i don’t know if im still gonna be in heaven after this,” adam mumbled, pulling the covers back all the way before leaning to place a kiss to the top of your head, such an innocent thing, and then taking his position beside you. on his knees and his left hand fisting his cock. the right ready to wreak havoc on your body.

adam trailed his calloused hands up the smooth flesh of your body, raking over every detail, loving the way you shiver under his touch. his fingers only stopping to hook under your strappy top and finally free your tits, the hand around his cock tightening at the sight. he groaned louder and traced his hands to your ass, following the curve and looping his fingers under the material of your panties to pull them aside. “shit,” he cursed, his hips instinctively bucking up into his hand causing him to let go. he needed more. needed to touch you more.

one of his hands slipped into your hair, kneading and stroking, keeping you tranquil and out of it as he finally decided to slide his fingers between your cunt. “fuck, baby, so fuckin wet for me and you don’t even know what i’m about to do to you.” he cupped your pussy, holding it and palming it, loving how warm and wet you feel on his hands. “you think you can handle my fingers without waking up, pretty girl?” something about talking to you, asking you questions when he knew you couldnt answer or stop it drove him further, his cock long forgotten now.

his fingers slid over and circled your cunt, grazing over your clit, loving how your little snores were turned to soft pants and hushed, desperate whines and still you weren’t waking up. his finger tips swirled the top of your entrance, coated in the sweet slick you were practically oozing because of his touch. “nice and slow baby, you just keep sleeping,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek, his hands never waving with their gentle strokes to your hair.

adam’s fingers slowly, but surely, bottomed out in your messy cunt, your tight walls squeezing around him so deliciously. imagining that was his dick. “taking my fingers so well, sweetheart.” gradually, he started thrusting, gentle and controlled, nice and slow, careful to keep you just the way you were. asleep and pliant. “such a sleepy little thing, not even waking up to your pervy boyfriends fingers defiling your sweet little hole, you’re just so pretty like this,” he praised, losing himself a bit and thrusting a little bit harder, still barely any force. he just knew all the right spots to have you reeling. “so cute, fuck, if you were awake i know you’d be begging for my cock right now, those pretty eyes looking up at me whilst i paint your insides white.”

it was pathetic really. he was so addicted to your pussy he didn’t care that all he originally wanted to do was cum to staring at your pretty body whilst you slept. god, now all he wanted to do was see if he could make you cum without waking you up.

your panting got a little heavier and the growing pleasure was starting to build up, moans also slipping out, high pitched and whiny even when you’re asleep. the hand in your hair got a little rougher too, still so gentle but gradually fisting your locks and giving the occasional pull when your body would instinctively try to chase his fingers. his thumb now lazily rubbing over your clit. watching you unfold like this was addicting.

he watched as your thighs started to shake, your sign you were ready. “cum for me, fuck, please baby, that’s it, cum for me, cum on my fingers like the messy little thing you are, love watching you like this, cum for me sweetheart,” and as if you could hear him, you did. “good girl, good girl, so good, my adorable sleepy little girl, good girl, so good for me,” he cooed, he’s fingers never ceasing and touching you through it. your whole body twitching softly whilst you bucked against his fingers as you came. “make me so proud, baby, so lucky to have a pretty thing like you.”

your eyes started to flutter, the pleasure dizzying and keeping you confused and out of it. “w-what’s happening?” a sleepy voice questioned immediately stilling his fingers.

“shit,” he muttered, so quiet you could barely hear him, quickly moving the hand on your head to cup your face to rub his thumb in a soothing manner, trying to distract you from what he could feel was your throbbing walls still clenching and spasming after release. “shh shhh, it’s just a dream baby, just go back to sleep, i’ve got you, your safe, i’ll take care of you, no need to panic,” he keened, watching as your lids closed again nodding to yourself, startled look shifting to a placid and fucked out state like it was before. adam now daring to continue to rub your clit again in sync with the one on your face. “that’s it, good girl, go back to sleep, won’t even remember this tomorrow, baby, don’t you worry.”

he stayed like that for a while, making sure his pretty girl was knocked out before continuing. deciding it was too risky to finger you again and instead he would just keep his fingers settled inside, his thumb gracing your clit still but this time his left hand would return to his cock to cum all over your tits. only pulling his fingers out of you to taste your sweet cunt after he painted you so cute with his favourite type of pearl necklace, his own.

of course he would clean off his mess but he would have to think of a way to explain your drippy hole to you though, if you didnt remember waking up that is. maybe he’d tell you that you’re just so silly and such a dirty girl getting all wet like that in your sleep, revelling in your embarrassment and getting to ruin you all over again.

and maybe you’d pretend to be that little bit dumber and let him. it’s not like he’d know you weren’t always asleep. after all how could you when you woke up to that?

[k-nayee]

Fallen Hazbin Hotel ii

wc: 4.7k a/n: i hade fun dipping my toes into the Hazbin universe! and though this might be the final installment of this specific series, expect another HH project soon!

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You take a deep breath as you stand outside the door of the Hazbin Hotel.

It had been years since you'd last seen Charlie, and in that time, the little girl you'd known had grown.

Nervously you reach out and press the doorbell with a trembling hand, the faint chime echoing beyond the heavy doors.

As you wait memories begin to surface—filling you with the bittersweetness of everything that had brought you here.

"I...wasn't sent. I was cast out. I—"

Before you could continue a small determined voice cut through the tension.

"Daddy stop!" Charlie's tiny hands pulled insistently at Lucifer's arm as she cried out. "She's my friend. She wouldn't hurt me."

As Lucifer glanced down at her, his grip on the blade eased just a bit, though he still held you firm.

With one final look he lifts his foot from your chest, allowing you sit up with a heaving gasp..

Charlie immediately rushed to your side and threw her small arms around you in a comforting hug.

"See?" she said brightly as though this simple gesture proved everything. "She's nice!"

Lucifer's expression shifted into something more reserved, his eyes cold still wary as he regarded you. "Why have you fallen to my realm?"

After a moment of struggling for words you took a shuddering breath.

"I'm not a...a spy. I...did not come here willingly." Your voice cracked slightly. "I was cast out. Kicked out of Heaven...by someone I trusted."

The Accuser of Humanity's gaze softened ever so slightly. He seemed to weigh your words carefully, watching you closely for any hint of deception.

Finally with a nod, he extends a hand toward you. "Come with me."

Too tired to resist or even question you follow him out of the scorched landscape.

The Magne-Morningstar home was grand and imposing—its sharp gothic lines softened only by the warm glow of lights spilling from the windows.

Inside the atmosphere felt surprisingly welcoming, and yet there was a kind of grandeur to it that reminded you who exactly you were dealing with.

No sooner had you crossed the threshold Charlie whipped towards you with sparkling eyes.

"So what do you want to do first?!" She's bouncing on her feet in excitement. Before you could answer she lets out a gasp. "Wait! I can show you my favorite stuffed toy. I'll be right back!"

With that the golden haired child goes rushing down the hallway and around the corner.

Your steps felt heavier with each one you took the further Lucifer guided into the home. That's when you felt it: a gentle warm presence of comfort that seemed to fill the room before you even saw it.

You looked as a tall and graceful woman appeared.

Lilith. The first wife of Adam.

You had heard stories of course. But none of them did justice to her beauty or the aura of calm authority that surrounded her.

She had an ethereal quality as her golden hair flowed softly over her shoulders. Her gaze was serene yet sharp—it was as if she could read the depths of your being with a single look.

Though that expression softened upon seeing your weary form; your lack of a halo and the unmistakable redness around your eyes telling her all she need.

"Oh...you poor thing," she murmured a motherly sympathy in her tone. Without another word she crossed the room to gently place a hand on your shoulder.

Her touch was a kind of nurturing kindness you hadn't felt since your time in Heaven.

It caused the last bit of your composure to crumble.

Your wings sagged behind you, mirroring the despair you could no longer keep inside.

You found yourself blubbering, barely coherent as you recounted everything—Adam, the discovery of his plans, his betrayal, the Fall...

Lucifer and Lilith exchanged a look of shock, their expressions reflecting the enormity of what you had just shared.

Lilith moved closer to wrap her arms around you in a comforting embrace.

"Shh it's all right." Her hand gently rests on your back. "You're safe here" she whispers soothingly.

Meanwhile Lucifer's jaw tightened as his eyes flashed with a barely restrained fury.

You could hear the anger in the heavy steps he took leaving the room, muttering something about "speaking with Heaven" as he stormed off.

Left alone with Lilith you felt the weight of exhaustion settle over you like a heavy blanket.

But before you could sink too deeply into it...

"Are you okay?" You look up to see Charlie had crept back into the room, stuffed tortured teddy bear in her tiny hands as she watched you with concern in her wide eyes.

Lilith turned to her daughter with a hint of a reprimand in her tone. "Charlotte, I thought I told you to stay in your room."

Charlie's face fell. She looked down as her shoulders lowered in a mix of disappointment and shame. "I'm sorry Momma..."

Seeing her so crestfallen, you wipe away the last of your tears before putting on a small reassuring smile.

"It's all right, really," you glance at Lilith. "She's just trying to help."

Hesitating at first, the Queen of Hell Lilith steps back allowing Charlie to approach you.

The small child's face lit up instantly. She sidle up next to you and began spewing out questions—she wanted to know everything about you.

Where you'd come from? What Heaven was like? Do angels really sing all the time like they did in stories?

You found yourself chuckling softly and indulge her endless inquiries; each answer drawing out a little more light from you.

Lilith watched with a hint of a smile curving her lips as she observed the two of you.

Seeing her mother's expression, determination gleamed in Charlie's red eyes.

"Are you going to stay here?" her tone was both hopeful and expectant.

You shoot a glance to Lilith. There was a warmth in her gaze as gave a small nod. "If...if it's alright."

The First woman stepped forward, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Of course," she replied, voice as gentle as ever. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need."

The words settled over you like a warm blanket and a sense of belonging slowly started to take root.

You offered her a grateful smile as a tear slip down your cheek, though this time it wasn't from sadness.

Charlie was practically buzzing with excitement. She threw her arms around you in a hug with a loud squeal making you laugh.

You hug her back, your wings curling around the two of you in a cocoon of soft feathers.

In that moment, you felt a strange sense of peace, a flicker of hope stirring in the depths of your heart.

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You were playing an intense game of tag with Charlie.

She had grown over the years, now physically around eight or nine, her features beginning to show hints of maturity.

Life in Hell wasn't as foreign as it once had been. And though it would never be Heaven, the Magne-Morningstar family made it bearable—especially Charlie.

Since Lilith's disappearance you had unofficially become the Princess of Hell's nanny.

A steady presence in her life, you were the one who instilled in her the belief that not everyone deserved damnation if they chose to change.

"Gotta be quicker than that!" Charlie teases as she continues to dart and giggle around you.

This has been going on for a while now of you being It; your body beginning to tire out as she zips around with gleeful squeals.

It was just by chance you manage to tap her shoulder. A grin decorated your face as she skidded to a halt, pouting at you with a glare.

"Fine fine...I'm It," she grumbled. Then a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes, her lips curling into a sly grin when a red glow began to faintly surround her body.

Your brows raise at this. "Using your powers to cheat? Now Charlie..." you warned despite your smile betraying you.

In a blink of an eye she appears before you and shoves against your chest a victorious grin "Tag you're IT!"

The moment she touched you a sharp intense pain coursed through your body, cutting off your laughter and leaving you gasping.

The playful atmosphere vanished.

Your hand flew to your chest where her fingers had brushed against you and you stumbled back, eyes wide and pained.

"Oh no!" Charlie's voice wavered with panic, her eyes wide as she stepped back. "Are you okay?!"

Her small hands fluttered nervously as she saw the pain cross your face and her concern only deepened when you couldn't answer her.

Tears pricked at her eyes. Without waiting, she bolted from the room. "Daddy!" she cried out. "Daddy come quick!"

As her footsteps faded you dropped to your knees, the pain slowly ebbing but leaving an unusual warmth in its wake.

Your breathing hitched as the intense sensation spread throughout your body.

You looked down in shock as your hands began to darken, the pitch black color pooling at your fingertips before spreading upward to your forearms and stopping in an ombré-like effect where it faded back to your original skin tone.

The once soft and pure white feathered wings darkened, shifting into a sleek obsidian black as the top layer took on a hardened almost shield-like form while the inner feathers retained their soft down.

You sensed you could control the layers, making them sharp and protective or soft and welcoming.

Hands flew to your face where you felt your incisors  growing sharper and longer before moving up to your ear, feeling where they tapered into a subtle elfish point.

In the corner of the room you caught sight of a mirror. You stumbled toward it, your breath catching as you saw your reflection.

Your eyes...

What was once warm and full of light had now turned black as a void. Even the whites of your eyes dimmed to an eerie black, reflecting no color or depth.

The hollow look was unsettling; it made your smile look fake and deceptive—a contrast to the kindness you still felt inside.

You sighed. Seems like the delayed transformation of your Fall finally happened.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from down the hall. You turned as Charlie burst back into the room dragging her father along with her.

Lucifer's usual composed expression faltered as his eyes landed on you.

"Um...you look..." He stammered at a lost for words. "...you...look—"

"Amazing!" Charlie interrupted in awe. Her eyes sparkled with uncontained giddiness as she looked you up and down, not the slightest bit put off by your new appearance.

Before either of you could react, she darts forward and leaped into your arms, immediately peppering you with questions.

"Does it hurt? Can you still fly? Oh your wings look so cool now!" Her hands eagerly brushed over your blackened hands while eyeing the new texture of your wings in infectious excitement.

You glance over her shoulder to meet Lucifer's gaze.

He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "This is...going to be a while."

The opening of the front door snapped you back to the present. You stood at the entrance of Hazbin Hotel, taking in the familiar figure who now occupied its doorway.

Charlie was all grown up. She had changed so much in the years since you'd last seen her.

She looked taller, her face holding an edge of determination and resilience, but the warmth and earnest in her eyes were exactly the same.

You found yourself tilting your head just to meet her gaze, memories of the little girl she'd once been rushing back as you saw the woman she had become.

Charlie's expression froze as she took in the sight of you. "....____" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Overcome with warmth and nostalgia you gave her a soft smile. "Charlotte Magne-Morningstar," you whispered fondly, your voice catching as you took her in.

She look to the ground with an embarrassed but happy smile playing on her lips. "It's...just Morningstar now. I've decided to just use dad's name," she said softly, a hint of sorrow in her tone.

You gently cup her cheek and lift her face to meet yours. "Morningstar...Magne...Either way it's a beautiful name no matter what. Just like you."

At that her composure broke and she flung her arms around you into a fierce hug. You held her close as the years of separation seemed to melt away in that single embrace.

After a few moments, she pulled back, laughing a little at her own tears as she wiped them away.

Regaining her cheerful spirit once more she turns back to the open doors. "Well come inside—I've got so much to show you. And I can't wait for you to meet the rest of the team!"

As you entered the hotel you couldn't help but marvel at its vibrant chaotic charm. It was a colorful place, full of life and personality—a reflection of Charlie's dreams for redemption.

She led you through the lobby in excited chatter, clearly eager for you to meet the others.

The first person to approach was Vagatha. She regarded you with a cautious look, and as you moved forward to greet her you saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes.

You already knew her from Charlie's early days, and though Vaggie wasn't much of a hugger, she allowed you to pull her into an embrace.

"Vaggie~" you cooed with a gentle squeeze. "You've taken such good care of her haven't you? I always knew Charlie had the best taste—and here you are as strong and dependable as ever."

Clearly not used to such open displays of affection, Vaggie stiffened, but a hint of a smile cracked her otherwise serious expression.

"Yeah well...someone's gotta make sure she doesn't get herself into too much trouble," she mumbled as she awkwardly patted your back before pulling away.

You grinned, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "I knew you'd be the perfect match for her Vaggie. You keep her grounded."

"Well, well, who's this classy broad Charlie dragged in here?" A tall slender figure with an almost impossibly long set of legs strutted into view.

His spidery frame was clothed in a light pink blazer with white stripes running down its length and a grey miniskirt.

Standing in a playful arrogant stance, his hands was on his hips as he leaned closer to examine you, a mischievous glint in his cerise pink eyes.

"Well look at you," he drawled, a smirk curling over his lips as he eyed you up and down.

"I usually don't swing that way, but for you sweetheart...." his voice lowered to a flirtatious purr, "I'll even give ya a 99% discount."

You held his gaze, raising a brow with an amused smile as you gave him your own once-over. "Oh I'm flattered. But I'd be careful with discounts that high—someone might think you're giving it out for charity."

For a split second the Sinner's confident expression wavered. He blinked, obviously thrown off, before tossing his head back with a little laugh. "Feisty huh? Well your loss."

In attempt to regain his composure, he wiggles his brows with a smug grin. "Name's Angel Dust. First official Sinner to sign up to this joint! My man works here too, at the bar no less."

"Fuck no I'm not!" A gruff voice immediately barks from across the room.

You turn to see another demon slouched at the bar. He had scruffy looking cat features with large red wings that were speckled with roulette wheel designs.

His top hat sat low over his eyes as he stood with an aura of a man who'd seen more than his fair share of life's troubles.

With a bored look, he lifted his glass and tossed back in one go, muttering something under his breath.

Angel Dust lean toward you as if to share a secret. "That one's Husk. He's our resident grump. Don't let the wings fool ya though; he's got about as much pep as a wet mop."

"Yeah yeah," Husk grunted in response, his piercing yellow eyes briefly landing on you with a look of mild indifference. "Nice to meet you whoever you are."

Before you could reply, a small blur of energy barreled into your chest with surprising force.

Years of experience with a young Charlie had honed your reflexes so you managed to keep your balance as a little figure attached itself to you.

You look down to see a pint-sized girl already looking up at you with a her big sparkling eye.

She wore a frilly maid dress, her pinkish-red hair in a messy bob and a bright sharp-toothed grin that made her appear younger than she probably was.

"Hiya!" she squealed, practically bouncing in your arms. She quickly slipped free and darted around you; poking and prodding at your wings, your clothes, your hair—her curiosity boundless. "Oh wow! Are you an angel? Why do your eyes look like that? Are your wings real? They seem sharp, are they sharp? Why're you here? Can I help you clean something?"

The fuzziness in your heart grew as you took in her enthusiasm. She reminded you so much of young Charlie—curious, innocent, and full of boundless energy.

"Well aren't you just a little ray of Sunshine?" you say warmly. "And yes the wings are real. I'm just visiting here to help Charlie."

"Oh I love helping!" she announced proudly as she beamed up at you. "I'm Niffty! I clean the whole hotel and I can fix things and catch bugs and—"

"Well Niffty it's nice to meet you." You ruffle her hair at her eagerness. "I'll be counting on you to help me settle in then."

Niffty giggled, bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes. "You got it! I'll show you the ropes don't you worry!"

Just as she gave a mock salute a sudden chill washed over you. Your entire body went rigid, feathers ruffling and bristling instinctively as you scanned your surroundings.

The shift in your stance didn't go unnoticed—everyone around you paused, watching in confusion as you snapped your head toward a shadowed corner of the room.

In one smooth motion you scooped Niffty into your arms and shielded her with your wings.

She blinked up at you in surprise but was content enough to stay nestled in your arms.

The others exchanged puzzled glances as the room continue to fill with a static-like energy.

"Interesting," came an eerie voice from nowhere. The sensation of dread sharpened, twisting in your gut as air in the room thickened with glitching shadows that warped with a pulse.

"My my my...How delicate your radar must be my dear!" the voice drawled, distorted and warped, as if coming from an old radio.

The shadows swirled together in a grotesque display of shapes and symbols, each flickering with demonic intent.

Glitching in and out of focus, a figure began to take form, limbs stretching unnaturally until they merged into a humanoid shape.

Finally, the figure solidified into a man in a tailored red suit adorned with a permanent razor-sharp smile.

He was tall and dapper with crimson eyes that gleamed with amusement as he tipped his head.

"Radio Demon," you murmured, a slight edge still in your voice as you took him in.

"Ah! I see my reputation precedes me." His grin sharpened as he extended his hand with exaggerated elegance. "A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

Your gaze move down to his extended hand. Then, steeling yourself, you reached out and grasp his with your fingertips delicately.

"The pleasure is all mine Alastor." Your gaze remained steady.

He chuckled lowly as his gaze dart to Niffty.

The little demoness remained calmly in your arms—an unusual sight as she was normally a bundle of energy bouncing around the room.

Noting her stillness his eyes widened ever so slightly before his smile stretched further.

For a flicker of a second he looked truly entertained.

"Why Miss Niffty, so well-behaved," he commented smoothly, his voice laced with mock surprise. "I must say this is a rare sight indeed."

You held her a bit closer. Alastor chuckled softly, clearly amused by the subtle tension lingering between you and him.

It was as if the very air was alive with a quiet electric anticipation.

The weight of his stare was sharp and calculating as if he were trying to decipher something deeper about you. "Quite rare to meet someone here with such an...elegant composure, don't you think?"

"I like to call it being prepared. After all, if Charlie's advertisement caught my attention it's only right to be ready for any characters I might encounter in this..." Your head tilt just slightly "...endeavor."

Charlie's cheeks flushed. "You saw that?" Her face grew redder as she nervously glanced around at the others with an embarrassed laugh.

"I mean of course you did! I was um...reaching a broader audience," she stumbled over her words.

You couldn't help the playful smirk that tugged at your lips as you raised a brow at her.

"Yes. It was very...persuasive I'd say." you teased gently, a glint of humor in your eyes. "I suppose you didn't inherit your mother's love for subtlety?"

Charlie scratched the back of her head with a sheepish smile. "Hey well...I had to make sure people would notice right?"

Alastor chuckled, the sound both amused and mocking. "Oh I assure you, it was quite unforgettable darling."

The tension in the room gradually began to ease and Charlie's slight embarrassment gave way to a warm grateful smile as she turned to you.

"I can't say I knew for sure you'd come, but I hoped you would." Her voice was with relief, "You've already done so much for me and now that you're here...I feel like maybe this really could work."

You met her gaze, your expression softening as you gave her a reassuring nod. "Then it sounds like I'll be sticking around."

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Time passed at the Hazbin Hotel and the chaotic yet oddly comforting environment began to feel like home.

You had settled into a familiar rhythm of helping Charlie manage the place and creating a warm, nurturing atmosphere for anyone who entered.

From helping with the more eccentric residents to patching up old furniture and sewing comforting quilts for the rooms—even the smallest gestures seemed to lift her spirits.

To the Princess of Hell, her dream of redemption had finally gained some grounding.

She took on the role with a fierce optimism and you couldn't help but admire her dedication.

One of the more surprising connections you formed was with Alastor.

He frequently appeared whenever you were working alone, often in the most unexpected ways, with that trademark grin of his.

At first his intense fascination was unsettling; his attention always lingered just a moment too long, his eyes following you with a glint of curiosity that felt...predatory.

But over time a strange rapport developed between you.

Alastor had a habit of calling you My Doe, a nickname laced with a sinister charm that made you wonder if he viewed you as something to be admired—or as prey.

You gave him a half-smile the first time you heard it; equal parts wary and intrigued. "I'm honored you think so, Alastor. But I can't imagine you chose that nickname out of respect for my innocence."

"Oh no," his eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. "I simply enjoy...delicate creatures, especially ones who wander into the woods so willingly."

He often observed you as if studying an intricate puzzle, letting out certain remarks every now and again to test your reaction.

And yet you handled his presence with the same calm poise you extended to everyone else.

One particular afternoon, you were sitting in the hotel lounge, carefully sewing a quilt to place in one of the rooms for a newly arrived sinner.

Each stitch was precise—your hands moving rhythmically as you worked on the fabric.

Alastor lounged nearby in an armchair with a newspaper in hand, though his eyes frequently drifted over the top of the paper to watch you.

"You're quite the homemaker my Doe," he remarked as he lowered the paper slightly to catch your reaction. "It's rare to find such...dedication in these infernal lands."

You look up to meet his piercing gaze with a small amused smile. "Someone has to bring a bit of comfort here. Besides, it helps Charlie's mission if the guests feel more welcome."

Alastor's smile widened with a hint of mischief.

"Ah, ever the gentle spirit. I must say it's fascinating to watch." He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he continued to observe you with that keen predatory interest.

"Perhaps one day you'll teach me your ways," he added, voice dipped in mock reverence. "Though I can't promise I'd make as lovely a hostess."

You chuckled as you folded the edge of the quilt. "I think the hotel is charming enough without your help Alastor. But perhaps I'll teach you a few things...that's if you're willing to learn."

His eyes glinted with amusement as if accepting a challenge. "Oh I'd be delighted my Doe."

Just as the banter between you settled into a comfortable silence, a faint sound echoed from the entrance hall.

You chose not to care but Alastor's sharp gaze flicked towards the source, his smile fading as he gracefully stood up with an unsettling swiftness.

The shift in his posture was immediate; he was no longer relaxed but rather alert, as if sensing something powerful approaching.

"Ah my sweet daughter. Did you really think you'd get away with such...ambition without inviting your dear father to see the spectacle?" A deep voice, with an edge of malice, boomed into the lounge.

Footsteps echoed down the hall before the room was filled with an aura of that seemed to make the very walls shudder.

Dressed in a crisp white suit trimmed in red with a wide-brimmed hat topped by a gold snake and crowned with a gleaming red apple, the sleek black cane in his hand tapped the floor as he entered.

Lucifer Morningstar had arrived.

He stood tall and regal as he exuded his usual aura of authority and charm. Sharp crimson eyes shining with amusement swept over the room.

But when Lucifer's gaze fell on you, his entire demeanor shifted.

His stern expression softened and his eyes brightened as a wide smile crept across his face.

"Ah...there you are." His voice dropped to something tender and almost bashful.

The First of Fallen practically beamed at you, a blush dusting his cheeks. "I...missed you," he murmured, a touch of nervousness coloring his tone.

He crossed the room quickly, eyes fixed on you with a gleam. The moment he reached your side, he gently took your hand in his and pressed it to his chest with a dramatic sigh.'

"My dear ____," he was filled with a childlike glee. "I've missed you more than you can imagine. It has been simply dreadful without your presence. Every day felt like an eternity."

You couldn't help but smile back, equal parts amused and fond. Reaching up you give his head a gentle pat on the head. "Lucifer it's only been a month."

At the touch his face turned a deeper shade of pink. "Yes but two weeks without you," he insisted, his voice soft and adoring.

A faint giggle escaped him as he tilted his head toward your touch like he was savoring every second of it.

The room had fallen into an almost comical silence.

Charlie stood frozen in shock, mouth slightly open as she watched her father—Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell—behaving like a lovesick puppy.

Vaggie's usual expression of skepticism heightened to the point where she looked like she was witnessing a miracle.

Angel Dust had to physically stifle his laughter with a three gloved hands pressed to his mouth as he shook with barely contained glee.

But it was Alastor's reaction that stood out the most.

His trademark grin had faltered; head tilted slightly as his eyes narrowed at Lucifer's affectionate display with you.

It was as if he were analyzing each expression, each movement—trying to understand the spell you seemed to cast on Hell's most feared figure.

Whatever it is, he couldn't help but feel like this was just beginning.

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[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

[helluvapoison]

How do you think Adam and Lucifer would be as romantic rivals??

threes a crowd if you’re a coward

[i], [ii]

• First things first, it’s deadass funniest beef in history

• Adam lost to Lucifer twice, which is bad enough on its own, and now they’ve both laid eyes on the same person!? Fuck that, he’s not losing this time

• In theory, Lucifer doesn’t see Adam as a threat. It’s not until he sees you chatting with Heaven’s First Man that the sickening, all too familiar feeling of envy begins to rise in him. He hasn’t lost before and he doesn’t plan on starting now!

• You cannot keep up with the amount of gifts they give you. It’s obvious they’re both trying to outshine the other, giving flashier and shinier items that you have no use for. Did you realize you stomped on their hearts when you put your foot down?

• Secretly, you keep one of the more meaningful gifts from each of them

• Adam made you a mixtape that he of course starred in. “Lute helped,” He admitted almost bashfully. The final song is different from the rest; softer and more genuine. He named it after you

• Lucifer gave you a duck— “But this is no ordinary duck, my dear!” He wagged a finger in the air, nervously darting his eyes across your face like he was expecting ridicule. Instead of quaking when squeezed, the duck he gave you shouted positive phrases in Lucifer’s voice. Things like “Today will be great!” or “You’ve totally got this!”

• You don’t tell them that you listen to both at least once a day. It would only give them fuel for this little pissing match

• You should have known banning excessive gifts wouldn’t stop these two. They’re fucking stubborn

• If Lucifer asks to cook you breakfast, Adam asks to take you to dinner. If Adam wants you to come to his rock concert, Lucifer wants to give you a private show with his violin. If Lucifer wants to take you for a flight, well, Adam can fly higher!

• They drive you crazy. You drove them crazy first

• After an emotional night with both Adam and Lucifer— it was supposed to only be the latter but Lucifer crashed Adam’s date yesterday, so he proclaimed to be returning the favor— you were too tired (and weirdly happy?) to make a proper exit

• You planted a kiss on Lucifer’s cheek, then Adam’s, then announced that you were retiring to your bed. Closing the door behind you, you realized what you’d done. They were stunned to silence for exactly 60 seconds

“I got a kiss first.”

“I got a kiss last, that means I’m winning.”

“Have you ever heard the phrase coming in dead last?”

“First is the worst, you fucking—“

“GET OFF MY PORCH!” You shouted from inside, still beet red from embarrassment

• Lucifer and Adam wished you a good night and promised to see you tomorrow

• Damnit. You smiled hearing that. You couldn’t wait