#helluva x reader

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Warnings ⚠️: it's hell ? ... so hellish stuff lecherous dudes, Canon typical violence, swearing, eventual smut, some canon typical religious overtones, alcohol consumption, poly dynamics (which isnt really a warning but might not be your thing), self-deprecation, angst, blood, horror elements, body horror.

Part 2 | Part 3 - Coming Soon

🔪 You'd Run Too 🦉 P.1

Or: Immediate Murder Professionals & Dubious Hospitality

The rain pelted down in sheets, turning the sidewalk into an obstacle course of puddles and regret. You hunched your shoulders against the cold, eyes glued to your phone screen as you navigated through yet another mindless doomscroll session. Your earbuds were in, some podcast droning on about something you weren't really paying attention to, and your feet moved on autopilot.

Just three more blocks, you thought, sidestepping what you assumed was a puddle.

It was not a puddle.

Your foot hit empty air where concrete should have been, and suddenly the world lurched violently sideways. The phone flew from your hands—screen protector be damned—as you tumbled forward into what looked like a swirling mass of fire and very illegal-looking special effects. Your scream echoed in your ears, raw and terrified, as you fell—

And fell.

And fell.

The hole because what the actual fuck else could it be? seemed to stretch on forever, all crackling energy and the distinct smell of sulfur and burnt hair. Your stomach did approximately seventeen somersaults as you plummeted through the void, limbs flailing uselessly like one of those inflatable tube men at car dealerships.

The colors were wrong.

Everything was wrong.

Red and orange and black swirled around you in nauseating patterns, and the heat—god, the heat—felt like you'd stuck your head in an oven set to "apocalypse."

This is it, you thought with surprising clarity. I'm going to die because I was looking at cat videos in the rain. They're going to find my body and my last browser history is going to be 'cats being jerks compilation 47'.

The fall seemed to last both an eternity and no time at all. Your scream had gone hoarse by the time you saw something solid rushing up to meet you—pavement, actual pavement, oh god you were going to splatter—

Then you hit something that wasn't pavement.

Something that wheezed and cursed and was definitely alive.

"OOF—FUCK! SHIT—WHAT THE—GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKING—"

You scrambled backward on pure instinct, your hands meeting scorching pavement that made you yelp and jerk them back. The ground was hot, like summer-asphalt-at-noon hot, and it definitely wasn't rain-soaked concrete anymore. Blinking rapidly, you tried to orient yourself, your brain struggling and failing to process the scene before you.

A... creature. There was a red creature sprawled on the ground where you'd landed, and he was pissed.

"Do you have ANY idea how much this coat cost?!" the thing screeched, scrambling to his feet and brushing off his jacket with sharp, spindly fingers. He had claws—four of them, you noticed with growing hysteria. "Actually, I stole it, but that's not the fucking point titty-haver! You can't just—just fucking DROP on people! There are RULES! Social contracts! Basic goddamn physics!"

You stared. He was red. Entirely red. Candy-apple red with white blotches across his face and forearms. With horns—actual horns curving from his head. And a tail. A tail with a heart-shaped point that was currently lashing back and forth like an angry cat's. And yellow eyes with red pupils that were currently fixed on you with the intensity of someone who'd just had their entire day ruined.

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" you stammered, finally finding your voice. It came out small and shaky. "Where... where am I?"

The creature—demon? your brain supplied unhelpfully, because apparently that's where we were at now—brushed himself off with sharp, aggressive movements and stood to his full height. Which, you noted with some distant corner of your mind, wasn't very tall. He looked you up and down with an expression that cycled rapidly through annoyance, confusion, and what might have been curiosity.

"Where are you? Where are YOU?" He gestured wildly at the hellscape surrounding you—literally. Buildings that looked like they'd been designed by someone's nightmare committee loomed overhead, all impossible angles and leering faces. The sky was a perpetual red, like an infected wound, and in the distance, you could hear screaming. Actual screaming. "You're in Hell, bitch. Welcome to eternal damnation, hope you brought sunscreen and low expectations!"

"Hell?" you repeated faintly. The word didn't quite compute. Your brain was still trying to process the horns. And the tail. And the fact that the sky was red. "Like... the Hell? Fire and brimstone Hell?"

"No, sorry I meant Michigan. YES, THE ACTUAL FUCKING HELL!" He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Jesus Christ on a—wait, no, don't say his name here, people get all fucking weird about it—how did you even GET here? You die or something? You look too... squishy to be dead."

You patted yourself frantically, checking for wounds, for blood, for anything that would indicate you'd died and somehow missed the memo. "I... I don't think so? I don't feel dead. Do I look dead?"

"I mean, you look like shit, but that could just be your face," he said with a shrug that was somehow both casual and deeply insulting. He leaned in, sniffing at you. "Wait. Wait wait wait. You smell... alive. Like, actually alive-alive. The fuck?"

"I was just walking home!" you said, voice rising. "In the rain! I was on my phone and I tripped and—and there was this thing and I fell—"

"A thing. Great. Super specific. Really narrows it down." He started pacing, his boots clicking against the pavement with each agitated step. "Okay, okay, let me think. Living human in Hell. That's... actually that's new. And I've seen some weird shit. Like, really fucking weird shit. There was this one time with a—no, not important right now."

You became aware, suddenly, that demons were staring as they passed by on the street. Some looked almost human with just small horns or odd-colored skin. Others looked like they'd been assembled by a committee that couldn't agree on what species they were making—too many eyes, too many limbs, too many teeth.

One of them, a tall demon with what looked like a traffic cone for a head, called out: "Hey Blitz! New girlfriend? She's a little... pink!"

"Fuck off, SHITSTAIN!" the red demon—Blitz, apparently—shouted back, flipping the bird with both hands. "Mind your own goddamn business!"

"Alright, alright, come on," Blitz said, grabbing your arm. His hand was hot—warmer than human-normal—and his grip was firm. "We're not doing this in the street. I got a reputation to maintain."

"Come on where?" you asked, still rooted to the spot, staring at his hand on your arm. His very red and white, very not-human hand.

"My office. I.M.P. We'll figure this shit out there." He started walking, then paused when he realized you weren't following, your legs apparently having decided that standing still was the only acceptable response to the current situation. He turned back with an exasperated groan. "Today would be nice, tits! I got shit to do!"

You scrambled after him on shaky legs, trying not to stare at the various demons going about their business on the street. There was commerce happening—shops and signs and what looked like a coffee stand, except the coffee was probably made of something you didn't want to think about. Everything was tinted red from the sky, giving it all a surreal, nightmarish quality.

"I'm Blitz, by the way," he said over his shoulder, navigating through the crowd with practiced ease. "The 'O' is silent."

"There's no 'O' in Blitz," you said automatically, your brain latching onto this small, manageable detail in a sea of what-the-fuck.

He whipped around, pointing at you with a manic grin. "EXACTLY! See, you're smarter than you look. I like you, you got functioning ears."

"I... thanks?" You weren't sure if that was a compliment.

"So what's your deal? Sell your soul? Piss off a wizard? Fuck a demon and forget to read the fine print?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"What? No! I told you, I was just walking home in the rain!" Your voice came out higher than you intended. "And I fell into... I don't know, some kind of hole? It was just there, in the sidewalk, and I wasn't looking and—"

Blitz stopped so suddenly you almost ran into him. He turned to face you, his expression shifting from casual interest to something more dangerous. "A hole. You fell through a hole." His eyes narrowed. "What did this hole look like? And be specific this time, none of that 'it was a thing' bullshit."

"Um..." You tried to remember, but it had all happened so fast. "Swirly? Fire-y? There were these weird symbols around the edges, I think? Kind of glowing? I don't know, I wasn't exactly taking notes! I was busy falling and screaming!"

"Symbols. Glowing symbols." He pinched the bridge of his nose—or where a nose would be, his face was kind of flat there. "Please, and I mean this from the bottom of my cold, dead heart, please tell me it didn't look like someone drew it with sparkly demon chalk and it had that new-portal smell."

You blinked at him. "I... maybe? It smelled like burning?"

"SATAN FUCKING DAMMIT!" Blitz screamed at the red sky. "MOXXIE, YOU INCOMPETENT FUCK! I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE FUCKING PORTAL! I SPECIFICALLY SAID, 'MOXXIE, CLOSE THE FUCKING PORTAL' AND WHAT DID YOU SAY? 'YES SIR, RIGHT AWAY SIR'—WELL CLEARLY FUCKING NOT!"

Several demons on the street looked over with mild interest before going back to their business. Apparently public screaming was normal here?

The building he led you to was a dingy office structure that looked like it was one strong breeze away from condemning. A flickering neon sign read "I.M.P" with what looked like a cartoon demon giving an enthusiastic thumbs up while standing on a pile of skulls. Classy.

Inside was... well, calling it an office was generous. It looked like a tornado had hate-fucked a filing cabinet factory. Papers everywhere, scorch marks on the walls, bullet holes—were those bullet holes?—and a very strong smell of gunpowder, sulfur, and something that might have been old pizza.

"M&M! Get your asses out here NOW!" Blitz bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls.

Two more demons emerged from a side room. One was short—shorter than Blitz—with red skin, white hair, and a perpetually anxious expression. He wore a bow tie. An actual bow tie. In Hell. The other had black hair, a bright smile, and a southern energy that felt wildly out of place in the current situation.

"Sir, we were just organizing the—" The anxious one—Moxxie, you'd learn later—stopped mid-sentence, his yellow eyes going wide. "OH MY SATAN, IS THAT A HUMAN?!"

He dropped the box he was carrying. It hit the ground with a crash and something inside it started ticking ominously.

"Hi there, sugar!" The female demon—Millie—waved enthusiastically, completely ignoring the ticking box. "Well, aren't you just the cutest thing! What brings you to Hell?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out, Millie-Billie," Blitz said, his tone dripping with sarcasm at the nickname. "Because Little Miss Clumsy here fell through one of OUR portals."

"I CLOSED THAT PORTAL!" Moxxie protested, his voice going high and defensive. "I followed every procedure! I checked the seal twice! I even did the little hand-wavy thing you showed me!"

"Well clearly you didn't wave hard enough, Mox, because Surprise! Fucking! Human! Delivery!" Blitz gestured at you like you were a particularly disappointing package that had arrived broken. "And she's alive, which is a whole new level of what-the-fuck for my day."

"Oh crumbs," Moxxie adjusted his bow tie nervously. "This is... this is bad. This is very bad. Sir, if the higher-ups find out we brought a living human to Hell—"

"They're not gonna find out, because we're gonna fix it!" Blitz snapped. "Now where's the book?"

"The grimoire? It's in your office, sir. Where you left it. After you—"

"I know where I left it, I'm not senile!" Blitz stomped toward a door marked "BOSS" in messy paint. "Just—everyone shut up and let me think!"

Thirty minutes later, you were sitting on a questionable couch that had mystery stains and smelled faintly of chemicals, watching Blitz pace back and forth with a massive book in his arms. The grimoire, apparently. It was bound in leather, you were actively trying not to think about what kind of leather and had gold in symbols down the spine that seemed to move when you weren't looking directly at them.

Moxxie and Millie sat nearby, Moxxie wringing his hands anxiously while Millie gave you sympathetic looks.

"Okay, okay, I got it," Blitz announced, slamming the book down on a desk. "I'm gonna open a portal, you're gonna jump through, and we can all forget this weird-ass day ever happened. Sound good? Good."

"Is... is it safe?" you asked quietly.

"Safe? Bitch, you fell through one by accident and survived. On purpose has gotta be an improvement." He started flipping through the grimoire, muttering under his breath. "Portal spell, portal spell... where the fuck... ah-HA!"

He laid the book flat and began tracing symbols on the wall with what looked like red chalk. They glowed faintly as he drew, pulsing with an otherworldly light that made your skin prickle.

"Sir, are you sure you should—" Moxxie started.

"Shut it, Mox. I've done this a million times." Blitz finished the circle and stepped back, spreading his arms wide. "Watch and learn, sluts! This is how a professional does it."

He began to chant in a language you didn't recognize—something guttural and old and wrong-sounding. The symbols flared bright, and the air in the center of the circle began to shimmer and twist. Your ears popped from the pressure change.

The portal opened with a sound like tearing fabric, revealing—

Home.

Your street. Rain still falling, streetlights glowing in the dark. You could see your apartment building in the distance.

Hope surged in your chest so hard it hurt. "Oh thank god—"

"Alright, off you go!" Blitz made a shooing motion. "Nice knowing you, try not to fall into any more Hell portals!"

You rushed toward the portal, relief flooding through you. Almost there, almost home, just a few more steps—

You hit an invisible wall so hard you bounced backward and landed on your ass.

"Ow! What—" You scrambled to your feet and tried again, pressing your hands against the barrier. They met solid resistance, like the world's strongest invisible window.

The portal was right there, you could see rain falling on the other side, could smell the petrichor and city smells, but you couldn't get through. "No, no, no—"

"The fuck?" Blitz strode forward and stuck his hand through. It went right through, no resistance at all. He pulled it back, wet with rain, staring at it in confusion. "Okay, that's... weird."

You threw yourself at the portal again. And again. Each time meeting that same unyielding barrier.

"Let me try!" Millie came over and tried to push you through. Nothing. You couldn't even get a finger through.

"This doesn't make any sense," Moxxie said, adjusting his bow tie nervously—apparently his nervous tic. "The portal is stable, the connection is clear, there's no reason she shouldn't be able to pass through."

"Well she CAN'T, Moxxie, I have fucking eyes!" Blitz snapped. He tried grabbing your arm and pulling you through. It was like trying to drag you through a concrete wall. "Come ON, you stubborn BITCH!"

"I'm trying!" you said, voice cracking. Panic was setting in for real now. "It won't let me through!"

Blitz let go and stepped back, running his hands over his horns in frustration. "Fuck. FUCK! This is... I don't..."

He trailed off, staring at the portal, then at you, then back at the portal. His tail lashed agitatedly.

"Sir?" Millie prompted gently.

"I don't know," Blitz admitted, and the words seemed to physically pain him. "I don't fucking know what to do. This has never—I've never seen anything like this before."

Moxxie grabbed the grimoire, flipping through pages frantically. "There has to be something in here. A spell, a counter-curse, some kind of—"

"Cursed ? I don't want to be cursed!"

"If there was something obvious, I'd have seen it, Moxxie!" Blitz snarled, ignoring you entirely. "I'm not a complete fucking idiot!"

"I didn't say you were, sir, I just—"

"Everyone SHUT UP and let me THINK!"

The room fell silent except for your increasingly panicked breathing. The portal continued to shimmer, showing the world you couldn't reach. You felt tears burning in your eyes.

"Please," you whispered. "Please, I just want to go home. I don't—I don't understand what's happening, I don't know why I'm here, I just want to go home."

Blitz's expression flickered with something that might have been sympathy before defaulting back to irritation. "Yeah, well, join the fucking club. We're all stuck with shit we don't want."

He waved his hand and the portal snapped shut, the sudden absence of rain-smell making the sulfur-stink of Hell that much more noticeable.

"Okay. Okay, here's what we're gonna do," Blitz said, pacing again. "We're gonna... we're gonna figure this out. There's gotta be someone who knows about this kind of thing. Some magic asshole who—" He stopped mid-pace. "Wait. WAIT. I know a magic asshole who might know!"

"Who?" you asked desperately.

"Stolas!" Blitz snapped his fingers. "That feathered fuck knows all kinds of weird magic shit. He's gotta have an answer!"

"Sir, it's almost midnight. And wouldn't he be ... busy... at this time?" Moxxie said delicately.

"I don't give a shit what he's doing!" Blitz grabbed the grimoire, hugging it to his chest. "Fine fuck ... I'll call him first thing tomorrow. Until then..."

He looked at you, really looked at you, taking in your rain-damp clothes, your smudged makeup, your tear-filled eyes, your entire generally pathetic situation.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned. "Okay, look. You can crash here tonight. Tomorrow we'll get bird boy's help and figure this shit out. But just for tonight, got it? I'm not running a fucking hotel for lost humans."

"I... okay," you managed. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. The couch has seen some shit. Literally. There was an incident with a client and some bad Chinese food." He paused. "Also you're gonna need different clothes. You stick out like a—a fucking... I dunno, something that sticks out."

Millie patted your shoulder gently. "Don't you worry, hun. We'll get you sorted out. I got some spare clothes that might fit, they we're my brothers ... there a little bigger, and then we ca—"

"Can I just..." you interrupted quietly. "Can I just have a minute? Please?"

The three demons exchanged looks. Finally, Blitz shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Millie, show her where the bathroom is. Try not to touch anything that's glowing." He turned to Moxxie. "You, start going through that book. There's gotta be SOMETHING useful in there."

As Millie led you down a hallway, you heard Blitz mutter "A fucking human. In Hell. In MY office. That feathered FUCK is never gonna let me hear the end of this b-u-l-l-SHIT."

You locked yourself in the bathroom—which was surprisingly normal except for the sulfur smell and the fact that the mirror had a crack in it that looked suspiciously like a horse—and finally let yourself cry.

You were in Hell. Actual, literal Hell. With demons. And you couldn't get home.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Helluva Boss Characters Reacting to You Asking for a Hug

Tbh this series is just for my own enjoyment at this point lmao

I’m so normal about them, I swear.

BLITZØ

Honestly, it depends on what type of relationship you have with him

Familial relationship? Best BELIEVE he’s coddling the shit outta you rn

^ def a cheek pincher

“Hey sweetie? Do you need me ta fuck someone up for ya?”

But if y’all are platonic, or SATAN FORBID

R O M A N T I C ?

Ur not getting Shit

Well, until you start crying

“You’re a fuckin’ baby, you know that?”

Very casual hugs

Always sits his chin on you

Will complain the entire time

But you both know he loves you

LOONA

“Oh shit, you good?”

She’s blunt, not heartless

Honestly pretty touched that you asked for a hug instead of just going for one

Like her adoptive dad, very casual hugs

Usually just slings an arm over your shoulders

Won’t talk to you about it

Y’all just sit in comforting silence

Don’t let anyone point out that she’s letting you touch her

Will get v flustered

Depending on how you both feel - may let you play with her hair to self regulate

MILLIE

“Sure thing, hun!”

Doesn’t matter who you are, or why you need a hug, she’ll take it

Physical affection is her top love language idc

Squeezes super super tight

Like, you can barely breathe

Gushes over how sweet you are

Will probs pepper your face in kisses too (doesn’t matter what ur relationship with her is)

((Millie is a strong believer in non-romantic kisses, she told me herself))

Will probs ask Moxxie to bring y’all a drink

MOXXIE

“Uhh, you sure you want a hug from me?”

Yes babe I’m sure

Doesn’t think he’s the best one to be comforting you - will palm you off to Millie if he can

But will be offended if anyone else says he can’t look after you

^^ Gets all huffy about it

Distraction is his new best friend

Will tell you a mixture of stories and fun facts to try and make you feel better

Will also make you a hot drink

If you want to, will talk out your feelings with you

STOLAS

Babes just blinks for a hot minute as your words register with him

Has the softest smile

“Of course, dearest. Come here.”

A hug isn’t enough for him, you’re in for a full blown cuddle sesh now

Likes the feeling of having you fully wrapped up in his arms

Forehead kisses. Forehead Kisses.

Will sometimes swaddle you in blankets like a literal baby

Hums softly for you

Tries to ask what’s wrong, will def push the subject

He just wants to fix it, okay?

Will just,,, smother you in affection until you’re okay

And then some

OCTAVIA

Judgemental eyebrow raise.

Judgy, judgy girl

Y’all gotta be CLOSE for her to hug

((But not really, she’s so touch starved its not funny, but we don’t talk about that-))

Long, comforting hugs

If u end up crying, will fix your makeup for you

Don’t mention it though

Like, literally don’t mention it or it won’t happen again

She probs just breathes a sigh of relief when y’all hugs

Holds on a little too tight, for a little too long

If you ask first, she’ll start coming to you for hugs now too

FIZZAROLLI

Baby. Baby, baby man.

Will wrap his arms around you several times over

Another really tight hugger

You had shit to do?

Sike, not anymore

Now you’re spending all day with Fizz

Your fault, you started it by asking for a hug

Is super worried about you, but tries to play it down

Will do stupid shit just to see you laugh

Will ALSO flirt with you until you can’t stand it anymore

ASMODEUS

Immediately concerned, does not try to hide it

Much like his bf, cancels all plans for today

Y’all are gonna be chilling in bed and cuddling now

Just kinda,,, scoops you up?

Definitely plays with your hair

Gives a SOLID head massage

So so gentle and sweet

Just lays you on his chest

Draws pictures on your back and makes you guess what he’s drawing

^^ he does this to help ground you

Tbh he’ll probably drag Fizz to bed too, so know they’re both looking after you

Mans isn’t gonna let anyone get left out

[chrolloluvr]

May you please write Mammon x reader smut. Where the reader is short and has a size difference kink. If you do I give many thanks in advance (Seriously love this blog so much)

♡ Mammon w/ A Size Kink ♡

Note: AHHH TYSM BOOKIE!!! Also yes this has been on my mind for so long... and I have not made a proper NSFW fic yet until now. So here you go! (alot more NSFW coming soon, especially for this man...) So here are my thoughts! Also sorry if its a bit short...

AFAB, Female!Reader

Warnings: Size kink, belly bulge, penetration, overstimulation, size transformation, oral (female and male receiving) ★

The height difference makes him feral. He is at least a couple feet taller than you. So he likes to use this to his advantage. By manhandling you. he will pick you up, grab your waist, literally rip your legs off of its hinges when he pulls them apart, etc. So, he likes when you are shorter than him. It gives him a power influx, and it makes him feel supreme to you. So he will basically use you like a glorified sex doll.

He will purposely make himself transform into a couple feet taller. Like a big, scary spider. So he can intimidate you, and get you riled up. He wont have actual penetrative sex with you in his big spider form, but he will eat you out.

And he delivers very well. His tongue is huge. You feel like your in cloud 9 whenever he eats your pussy, especially because he does not do it very often.

his favorite position, especially due to his size, is Full Nelson. He likes how in this position, he has complete control over you. With his upper hands behind your knees, his hips under your own, and his lower arms circling your sensitive clit, and his other hand pussy slapping you. Sometimes, he will place you in front of a big mirror, while hammering his hips into your vice, little pussy. Also making you look at yourself, being utterly destroyed by his large cock. He will tie your ankles together with his webs when he does this.

His other favorite is picking you up, and putting his hands under your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. He enjoys listening to the skin slapping sounds, and how lude they sound. And seeing your reactions to his every harsh thrust to your G-spot. And how especially cramped you are between his body, his cock, and his arms, with a tight grip on your ass. This position makes you more sensitive and vulnerable, which is just where he wants you.

Belly Bulge. Need I say more? It makes him laugh, and chuckle about how 'your gonna take it- fuck, yeah, you like that don't you- little fuckin' slut-'

It makes him realize just how large he is compared to you. How much he effects you and your body. He craves this kind of dominance over you.

He is a little bastard. When he sees you have a belly bulge from his constant plummeting, he will press down onto it. This, as he is well aware of, makes you see stars. You become a moaning, drooling, babbling mess under his large self. Which is what he wants, of course.

The sheer size of his dick. He cant help but feel aroused, when he compares you and his cock side by side. Every now and then, he will have you sat right behind it, while he holds you, and just admire how small you are. He has to prep you for your first time together, and even every single time you guys do have sex. Simply because of the size of it. And its not just long, its girthy too. So if you dont have some prep, he might end up abominating your poor womb.

He especially likes seeing you struggle, especially when you give him head. you can barely fit your mouth around it. Your jaw gets sore within literal seconds of putting his member in your mouth. So you have to use your hands (which also barely touch eachother), for the rest of his cock.

Overstimulating you. His favorite way of overstimulation you is with his arms and hands. He will have you trapped in between his legs. One of his lower arms will be fingering your supple core; the other one circling harshly around your clit. One of his upper hands holding your waist up; the other one toying with your breast and sensitive, puffy nipples.

He also likes overstimulating you, by having you cock warm him. Its one of his favorite past times. Especially when you two try to be sneaky, like during his pageants ontop of the webbing. (should I make a whole other post about this??) He just loves feeling the warmth of your pussy against his cold self. And he wont let you move. Like at all. Unless he grabs your hips and forcibly bounces you up and down, which is after a while of waiting of course.

Dirty talk. He loves making you feel smaller, so he will talk down upon you. Everything he calls you starts with 'my', because he is very possessive. things like "my slut", "my whore", "my princess", etc. He will never talk about you in a truly bad connotation. So he will say things like:

"You like being my little slut, yeah?"

"C'mon, you can take more. don't be a baby."

"yeahhhh. Takin' it like a fuckin' champ. Good fuckin' girl-"

"Oh fuck... shit just like that"

"Ohh yeah- thats some good shit."

"Dont you dare fuckin' move."

"You feelin' good princess? Yeah I bet you are. Fittin' me like a glove."

"Awww you want more? Your gonna have to wait a bit, m'kay?"

"You want it inside? Ya' want daddy to fill ya' up real nice?"

So overall, he favors when you are small and meek. Just be a good girl for him, and you wont have to worry about his intimidation, okay?

[redvelvie]

charlie, Emily and Verosika x male!reader cuddling headcannons

"Snugglebug" ; Charlie Morningstar, Emily, Verosika Mayday

First off, Charlie is absolutely the big spoon. Like, she loves to be the one holding you. She won't necessarily protest being held instead if that's what you want.

She's also insanely warm. Basically a built-in demonic space heater. Perks of being the most powerful Hellborn, I suppose.

Her favorite position is the sweetheart cradle. She loves having your head on her chest. You're a warm, comforting weight in her arms that grounds and soothes her.

If she's feeling frisky, she may playfully swat you (gently!) with her tail.

An incredibly touchy woman, she LOVES to be touching you, preferably at all times actually. Yes, even right now, thank you.

She also doesn't hog the blankets— you can have them all if you need them. She'll happily be cold for you.

"Warm enough, S/O? Here, you can have my jacket, too!"

She says before draping the jacket over you anyway, not really giving you time to respond to her offer.

She just loves you so much..

So, opposite of Charlie, I headcanon Emily (and all angels) are naturally COLD.

Because of that, she'll instinctively hog all the blankets without really trying to. And unless you bring it up, don't expect them back. It isn't that she'll intentionally do it, she just doesn't really notice when she does.

But on the plus side, dating Emily means your bed is COVERED in plushies! You can take your pick and Emily will rattle off about its name, its personality, its backstory and life, etc.!

"Oh, that's Azzy! She's a baker, and her dream is to open her own bakery one day! But right now she's dedicated to improving everyday!"

Protect her, she's so cute-

She definitely prefers to be held instead of holding, but like Charlie, she won't protest about reversing positions.

Speaking of positions, her favorite cuddling position is the good old-fashioned spooning!

...Which is great until you get mouthfuls of feathers trying to spoon her.

But it makes her happy. And who can say no to that face?

Verosika is always, always, ALWAYS the one holding you. She detests being vulnerable enough to be held instead.

Her favorite positions are the lap pillow and the honeymoon hug.

She loves to feel like she's taking care of you. Thus having you lay on her makes her feel an almost protective sense of love, like she finally has someone to look after and love.

When she holds you, her wings and tail wrap around you, as though she's trying to keep you safe and warm.

She's also super warm, by the way! And like imps, she can purr, which she often does once she starts to drift off.

She'll continue to mumble sleepily to you and card her fingers through your hair until you're both asleep, your head rested comfortably on her pillowy thighs or breasts.

Verosika also may drool if she sleeps, which in many ways, makes it clear how fragile she truly is, and yet trust you anyway after the pain she's suffered.

So be good to her and don't make fun. :)

[msbug15]

Could we get another

SATAN X ARS GOETIA READER but with the trial of blitz and stolas

Ngl, I actually had something in mind for Goetia reader during the trial, lmao

SATAN X ARS GOETIA READER HEADCANONS PT2

Tw: Swearing

. I feel like Satan would want you near him during the trial, for advice and whatnot, so you would be standing on the balcony he made for you.

. He'd give you a bit of a nuzzle, maybe some kisses too, before everyone else gets to the courtroom.

. He might put a finger through your feathers when he gets a bit angered during the trial.

. You'd be a bit suspicious of Andrealphus's words but wouldn't pay it much mind.

. But once he says that Blitz tried to assassinate Stolas, you'd have to try your hardest to not scream "THE FUCK?".

. Coming onto a Goetia was one thing but to try and kill one!? Oh, you were going to have a day full of meetings after this.

. Satan would give you a glance after the peacock's words and put his hand on the railings of your balcony. Letting your hands intertwine (More like your hand being absorbed by his lmao)

. You voted to kill the imp bastard.

. The minute Stolas confesses to being the 'matermind' Satan would need to move his hand away from yours and put it along the railings to barricade you from jumping the owl in a fit of rage as you did not want to deal with fucking Paimon of all people.

. After the court was adjourned he would take you out to lunch at a nice little restaurant in Wrath.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Satan x positive but dominant!reader

Not sure if dominant is the right word-- more like "reader who doesn't take shit and shuts it down before it starts" but that's... a long title

Notes: reader is gn, this is a request, short post, written on mobile, still trying to get a feel for Satan

CWs: none

big angry man folding in an instant under his more fierce and wicked partner... except his partner is truly one of the sweetest and most optimistic people youve ever met in your life-- okay... well folding isnt the best word, its more like... heeling... backing down... its not instant but with enough of a glare you can make him sit back and hold his tongue for at least a little bit

which is a lot more than most people can even dream of doing!

sometimes your positivity sickens him but in an odd way he finds it endearing. he only tolerates it from you, if anyone else dared to tell him to look on the bright side or to take a chill pill he would smite them right where they stand

"someones going to die today." "of fun!" thats it thats the dynamic

you have single handedly saved so many lives when hes feeling cranky

doesnt dare speak up against you when you give him the look, he knows better than to try to argue with you when youve decided something isnt a good idea or worth the trouble or hassle

the longest most defeated sigh after staring at you for a long moment before conceding and agreeing with you- whatever the circumstance may be.... not incinerating someone where they stand.... or simply accepting that pepsi is okay when he wanted coke

[girlboypersonthingy]

I NEEED possessive Blitzø after striker was flirting with reader in season 1 episode 5

maybe leading to yknow

can I be 💿 anon?

I’m literally screaming over this request, holy shit! Yes yes yes, been craving some Blitzø writing. I’ve finally made it 😮‍💨 of course you can be 💿 anon. You’re actually the first anon to claim an emoji! So yeah…thanks for requesting, nonnie. Enjoy! 🖤

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

TW: not really smut but very suggestive, still gender neutral reader, making out, heavy touching, a little dirty talk, teasing, Blitzø using his tail 🤤 possessive Blitzø 18+ only please

Blitzø x reader - Jealousy 🥀

Watching from your spot in the bleachers, sat beside Moxxie and Millie, you let your pride and admiration for Blitzø burst out of you in the form of screaming, cheering and clapping. Of course Blitzø just had to participate in the pain games. You watched as he showed off his skills, stamina and strength all day during the pain games and, to put it simply, you were in awe of him. He and that shady farm hand, Striker, were neck and neck all day. Sure, you’ve seen him at work before, you’ve watched him take the lives of so many living people, you’ve watched him take on unexpected enemies with ease…but this was just a game. Some harvest festival bullshit, that’s what he called it. If that’s all it is, why is he trying so hard to beat some dumb farm hand? Regardless of his reasoning, you supported him through and through, cheering him on from the audience as Stolas announces him and Striker to be tied for first place. “FUCK YEAH, BLITZ!!! WHOOOO!!!”

Hearing his name bellow from your chest in a high pitched yell caught his attention, head turning towards the sound as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the crowd. A smile tugs at his lips as he lifts one of his big hands to give you a wave. Simultaneously, Striker shoots you a devious glare, smirking as he winks at you and waves his hand back at you. The sight of him looking at you with those eyes just…made you shiver. What a creep. Did he really think you were waving at him? As if! But now you notice Blitzø frowning, teeth bared and hands now balled up into tight fists of rage. He was fuming, looking as if he was actively growling and you could see him shaking slightly.

Finally, Blitzø stomps his way off the stage and is on his way to you. This prompts you to jump up and go to him. Carefully shuffling through the crowd, you find Blitzø still looking more pissy than usual. “Hey, you kicked ass, babe! You totally deserved first place. Fuck that other guy.” Your immediate shit talking brings a smirk to Blitzø’s face for just a second before it turns back to a bitter frown. “Blitz… You did your best and I think your best is waaaaay better than that stupid, tacky cowboy and-“

Without letting you get another word in, without even worrying about the fact that you’re in a crowd of wrathians right now, Blitzø grips your wrist and yanks you into him. His lips come smashing into yours, almost painfully at first, but it soon becomes a sloppy, soft, open mouth kiss. And then his other hand falls on your hip for a moment before sliding down to gently fondle your ass. As your lips move messily against his, a surprised ‘hmph!’ comes from your throat when you feel his hand give your butt a squeeze. Quickly pulling back and sucking in a breath, “Blitzø! What’s gotten into you?” You ask with a shy smile, watching as he stumbles further towards you, practically drunk off your lips. “I’m better than him?” He repeats what you had said just a minute ago, his eyes now hungry and darting all over your face and body. “Psh! Of course you are.” Responding with another quick kiss to his lips, you watch as his smile gradually widens, his eyes never leaving your now blushy face.

Then it dawns on you- oh my god he’s jealous. You think back to when you had first met Striker and Millie’s parents, the way Striker was looking you up and down, when he kissed the back of your hand and called you ‘gorgeous’. Yuck. Makes you cringe just thinking about him touching you. What was it he said to you? Something like... ‘You probably have a man, considering how good lookin’ you are…but you should forget about him and come visit me in my room tonight, little one. I’ll show you what a real man is like.’ That’s probably what has Blitzø so annoyed and needy for you…and so pissed that he was tied for first place with that asshole.

Suddenly, Blitzø is dragging you along behind him as you both push through the crowd and make your way back to Millie’s parents’ house. “You okay?” You question softly from behind him. “I will be.” He responds immediately, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing from his tone of voice. In a flash, he’s got you into the guest room he was staying in, flattened out against the bed with him on top of you, his lips unforgiving and desperate against your own.

“Oh~ Jeez, Blitz…Im only yours. You know that right?.” Your lips part finally but he moves back in fast, his lips meeting your neck and slowly kissing down your chest. “Mhm. Tell me more.” He commands between kisses then lets his long, forked tongue drag along your exposed collar bone. “Ah~! I’m all yours. You’re the only one I w-want…fuck.” You lose all focus as Blitzø’s tail slithers up and around your thigh, the pointed end of it gently swiping up and down your crotch. “Blitzzzzz…” Your own moan surprises you a bit but when you look down at Blitzø still enjoying the taste of your collar bone, he’s obviously enjoying this waayyyy too much.

“C’mon…tell me more.” He carefully but firmly grips your face in his hand, his face just inches from yours now and he looks deadly serious, his big eyes searching your face. He’s making you look at him, despite how red your face is and how badly you want to find another spot to rest your gaze. “Who do you belong to?” It comes out of him in a low growl, his mouth back against your skin. “You. You, baby. I’m all yours, Blitz.” You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of his teeth scraping against your neck. “Listen…If this is about when Striker hit on me earlier, you know I-“

“Don’t… don’t say his name. Ever again.” His tone is almost frightening but the expression of pride and satisfaction on his face makes you bite down hard on your lip, your legs quivering as his tail continues to tickle up against your inner thigh. “S-s-sorry…” is all you can mumble out before impulsively reaching up to grab his face and bring it close to yours, continuing the make out session. “Keep saying my name.” He groans into the kiss as your hands begin to travel his body, feeling up his chest and down his sides.

“F-fuuck~ Blitz. Oh! Hmmmm~ Blitz, I love you…I’m all yours, B-Blitzzzzz~.” And now he just can’t control himself, physically or verbally. He completely unravels right before your eyes, huffing as his hands grip your hips, tugging at the waist band of your pants. “Fuuuuuck~ you’re so hot. Yeah, baby. You’re aaaaalllll mine. Only I get to have you like this, only I get to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” The dirty talk is starting to get to both of you, pulling whines and whimpers from you as Blitzø starts to literally rip your clothes- not fully rip them off of you but his grip on the belt loops of your jeans right now is almost scary. The tighter he grips, the more you hear the seams of the clothing popping.

Just when you thought he would finally yank your pants off and fuck the shit out of you, Blitzø pulls back, checks his phone, then uses the waist band of your pants to pull you up to your feet. He pushes you towards the door, placing a hard smack to your ass before again nudging you forward. “W-what? Where are we-“ You ask, confused and weak at the knees. He holds up his phone, showing a text from Moxxie about Striker and his plan to kill Stolas. “We got a tacky cowboy to get rid of.” You sigh and trudge forward, disappointed and extremely horny now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.” Blitzø grabs ahold of your hand and gives you a flirty look as he continues walking. He gestures back at the bed behind you two. “I’ll be sure to pound you into that mattress so hard you won’t even remember that piece of shit’s name.”

[razzle-n-dazzle]

Lucifer x F!Reader [Adam’s ExGF]

[context: she’s was an angel created in heaven, and ends up dating adam for a bit this is long after Eden. and ends up leaving him not being able to handle him anymore.]

So~

Another one of his partners is stolen by Lucifer heheh.. she married him and they have a 12 month old baby. Adam being in hell now and is trying to “rehabilitate” is forced to watch his ex partner being happy something he he did so little for her when they were together.

bonus: if Adam snatches the baby’s toy from their hands causing them to cry and everyone to shout at him and argue

. . . 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 Lucifer / AFAB! Reader

‗( content / trigger warning ) not proofread (we die like Adam), AFAB! reader, reader has a kid, technically this is an (yandere?) Adam / Reader hurt fanfic in disguise, It's Helluva/Hazbin there's going to be cursing. ‗( author's note ) I'm going to try and do Lucifer's personality justice here. I had gone back to reread some of my old Lucifer fanfic to see that I mischaracterized him in a rather noticeable way (at least for me), and that doesn't fly here. So let's hope third time is a charm <3

"To be yours was like holding a thorned rose. It was pretty, sure, yet it pierced, stabbed, and bled my hands the tighter I held on to keep it alive. . . So, I let it die."

To say a bone in his body does not loath Lucifer, would be an understatement. Actually, no, it would be the foulest lie that would have ever been uttered. There was nothing in this world that Adam despised more than Lucifer Morningstar; The fallen angel of corrupted dreams, a thief and tainter of pure hearts, the sole creator of sin and everything that is wrong within the world. Simply to put it, if Adam had a chance to fuck as many women as he could want, in all the positions he could ever hope for, or torture Lucifer without a single repercussion until he's dead on hell's floor; He'd choose the latter. After all, who wouldn't hate the guy after everything he did? Well, apparently one person didn't, and Adam couldn't understand why.

You: The love of his life. Adam didn't get it, he really didn't. How could you, one of the most perfect people in creation, end up with someone like . . . Lucifer? And how could, promptly, Lucifer have been the one to end Adam up in Hell! And how, just how, did Adam ever think he needed the help of Lucifer's daughter to quote-on-quote rehabilitate when he's the original dick and would end back in Heaven by default?! And yet, even with all those questions and odds stacking up against him, Adam still found himself sitting at Husker's bar. He still found himself watching as you sat next to Lucifer, holding a literal baby on your lap, while Charlie cooed over her new baby brother. Honestly, he was a second away from slamming his drink down on the counter or across the hotel lobby to hopefully crack Lucifer's skull open. That fucking bastard. He had no right to not only be sitting next to you right now, calling you his lover, but to knock you up with his kid! He didn't deserve you. No one deserved you but Adam and yet you dumbed him! Him! The original dick, the original first man. Pft. It's your loss anyways. He's so much better than what's his stupid fucking face and his stupid fucking kids. Pft, yeah. It's not like he cared at all! After all, he could have that stupid(ly beautiful) grin on your face ten times brighter than Lucifer could ever.

Adam's days were absolutely miserable anytime You and Lucifer came over to the Hotel, as there was little chances of avoiding either of you. Sure, maybe Adam could hide in his room and pretend like he never say either of you on your visit days. Sure, maybe he could go out on the town and possibly meet someone that was ten times better than you. And, sure, maybe he could just do one of the million annoying tasks Charlie had for the residents. Yet, there was still no avoiding either of you. Not for Adam. Because avoiding you would show Lucifer that he won. That he managed not only to take Lilith, yet Even, and now You away from Adam and let it affect him. Adam was not ever giving Lucifer that satisfaction, and he wasn't going to let you have the satisfaction of knowing that he still . . . loves you. Not that you would be paying attention, anyways. You haven't even spared him a glance, other than courteous waves of hellos when Adam was near some of the other residents. So, if you had moved on, so had Adam! And, frankly, much to Adam's dismay, you had. The fall from Heaven hadn't been a pretty one, not at all. The Seraphim had stripped you of your wings, casted you down based on a senseless accusation that could have "threatened the whole order of the Heavens". It was unjust, and it had stung you heavily during the first few months, but you slowly learnt to cope. Finding someone who could share your same pains helped, immensely. Lucifer had been that person for you. The person who, despite everything you had gone through, seemed to always understand where you were coming from; And, likewise, you were that person for Lucifer. You had made Lucifer believe he could fall in love again, and Lucifer had made you believe you could dream again. That you could create without judgement. And, after years of courting, to two years of being fiancés, to the wedding and now a year and a half of being married you two had a beautiful baby boy. And, much like Charlie, he was the little joy of your shared lives. "Ceyx!" Charlie would laugh as her baby brother tugged on her hair. It was a little painful, yet Charlie didn't mind too much. Not when he looked so adorable with his chubby little cheeks and those big round eyes. "Sorry! Sorry, I should have warned you he started his hair pulling phase," You would pull away from Lucifer, who sat besides you, to gently try and coax Ceyx to let go of Charlie's chair. Though, Ceyx apparently only saw this as a fun little game as he let out a spit of babbles and laughs while you were gently attempting to pry his little hands off. "He had only been interested in Lucifer's hair until now." Charlie would wave you off gently, laughing softly, "No, no, it's alright!" As she had to crane her neck slightly so Ceyx's playful tugs didn't feel like he was trying to rip out her hair. A scowl spread on Adam's face, with furrowed eyebrows and hate-filled eyes, as he watched you five from the top of the stairs. This was the second time You had came over in the last week and he got sicker by the passing visit. And this time was no different, his stomach churn with abhorrence, as he watched Lucifer swoop from next to you to in front of your baby, giving him some tickles on his belly. Adam watched as Ceyx would babble happily seeing his father's face before exploding into a fit of giggles and laughter once Lucifer began to tickle him. He nearly vomited seeing the little baby faces Lucifer was making. Yet, his heart broke seeing the way that your eyes twinkled at Lucifer, staring at him so fondly and lovingly. A look you had reserved for Adam. A look, he knew but continuously denied the truth of, he would never get again from you.

It's not like he cared anyways! . . . Not one bit. Not even as he watched as Lucifer would scoop up Ceyx, whose eyes carried the same shade and light as yours, and spin him around. Entertaining the baby while Vaggie assisted Charlie with fixing her hair, while Charlie watched her dad fond over the newest addition to the Morningstar family. Adam didn't even care when you stood up, gently placed a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, and pecked his cheek. It didn't boil his blood. And, of course, it's not like he needed answered from you. No way. And it was not the reason why Adam stalked your figure from above when you went to the bar to order drinks, after asking your family if they needed anything. And it was 100% not the reason why Adam went to the bar while Husk was mixing your drinks and sit down right next to you. He just needed to catch your eye on final time. To prove to himself that he still held some bit of your heart, that he still had some sort of chance against him, against Lucifer. And, yet, he found no such light in your eyes. You had simply glanced over to him, checking who had sat down next to you. Sure, you didn't give him a vindictive or disgusted look, like most of his exs would have, you didn't really react either. A simply, courteous, greeting before your drinks were finish. You, Adam's eyes, took the first chance to leave the conversation. And it stabbed right through his heart. But it's not like he cared! . . . Right? No! He didn't. He couldn't possibly! I mean, there were so many women fishing after his dick that you, oh wonderful you, didn't even matter to him. Once he got back up to Heaven, he'll find another bitch to replace you like- Snap!- that! He was Adam, after all.

You had been trying to keep things civil between You and Adam during every trip to the Hotel, really. Sure, you had been seriously dating but that didn't mean you had to have tension with the man! Even if he had been a douchebag during your entire relationship, you just didn't need that sort of stress, not with the new baby. But, Heaven's dammit, had he crossed the line today! Charlie had bought a little play pen for Ceyx to play in recently, having set it up and everything for your next visit to the Hotel. It sat a in front of the couch that Charlie, Lucifer, Vaggie, and you usually sat at and wasn't particularly in anyone's way. Charlie had wanted to show you both some of the new-new renovations made to the hotel and you had all thought that Ceyx would be alright with Vaggie in his play pen. You didn't miss the way Lucifer's eyes glanced back towards Ceyx, though, as you three walked up the main staircase. His eyebrows furrowed and his steps slowly stopped, so noticeable in fact that Charlie and you were sure he was about to race down the stairs and snatch Ceyx from his playpen and bring him with you. And you knew he didn't not trust Vaggie, he was just cautious. "He'll be fine, Luci," Your soft, whispered, voice was coaxing Lucifer away from Ceyx. It would only be a moment, you had said, as your hands rested gently on his. The gesture would draw his arm up as you took a step, and then a second, and by the third he reluctantly began to follow you up. Heavens, you wished you listened to his worried father instincts earlier. As mid-tour Vaggie's voice peirced through the whole hotel, "What the FUCK do you think you're doing?!" Which was enough for a signal for Lucifer to dart right back around and sprint down the hallway. Leaving Charlie and you in a dust of confusion for a moment, before you shared a worried look at each other and darted off after him.

The lobby of the hotel was in complete disarray when you caught up to Lucifer, to which he was already on the main floor. His heels clacked on the floor as he skidded to a stop between Vaggie, who held Ceyx, and Adam. Lucifer's breath was labored, yet he still raised his chin as his eyes pierced daggers at Adam. In that moment, in the intensity of his look, you truly understood why Lucifer was dubbed the King of Hell; Even with his wings unfurled and stretched out. Ceyx's cries died down for a moment upon seeing his father, though they only stirred back up feeling the tension, as thick as butter, in the room. "Woah, woah! Hey, what happened?!" Charlie exclaimed as she rushed down the stairs, trying to play mediator before someone decided to jump the other. You soon followed after her, stopping by Charlie's side with a hand rested on her shoulder. Vaggie huffed, standing on the couch with one leg on the cushion and the other on the back of the couch, "Your new guest" —she spat with vigor— "decided it would be a brilliant idea to mess with Ceyx and snatch his toy away while he was playing with it!" And, oh boy, if you didn't smell the smoke from the fire that burnt between Lucifer's horns before, you sure did now. It boiled, flared, and smoked out black with Lucifer's outrage. "How FUCKING dare you!" hissed Lucifer as his fingers flexed, the knuckles in his fingers cracking. "You think you can come into MY DAUGHTER'S Hotel—" "Lucifer," you tried to quell the situation, but knew it would be a futile attempt. "—and put your GRUBBY FUCKING HANDS on MY CHILD!—" Charlie attempted next, stretching out the 'a' in a cautious manner as she gently took a step forward, "Dad!" To only scramble the step back as Lucifer growled. "—and think YOU WOULD GET AWAY WITH IT YOU BASTARD!" and you would subconsciously shield Charlie's eyes with a hand as Lucifer reeled back and punched Adam across the lobby. Flinching as he crashed right next to the bar, leaving a nasty dent in the wall, you whispered a small sorry to Charlie for the damage. Vaggie didn't seem too bothered by the whole event though, as she cautiously stepped down from the couch with Ceyx once Adam was away. There was a jolt back when Lucifer snapped his head around, glaring over at Vaggie once he reregistered that his son was balling his eyes out; And you were a bit afraid Lucifer might punch Vaggie too, yet the haunting glow of red slowly subsided when soft pale yellow eyes grew upon seeing Ceyx. And Adam, as he pushed the debris of the wall off him with a groan, sat up to the scene of Lucifer gently picking up Ceyx from Vaggie's hands. The way his eyes shrunk just a little, while his pupils inflated, with a scrunched and worried eyebrow made Adam sick of looking at his stupid face. Especially when he cuddled and coddled the child, who would have been just fine if everyone didn't make a big deal out of everything. "Fucking snowflakes," Adam would grumble under his breath. His glare pierced the wall nearby before a shadow in front of him covered his light and caught his attention. He was sure it was just someone else there to berate him for something that wasn't even a big deal. And he was about to flip them off, to tell them to go fuck off, until he realized who it was. . . You stood in front of Adam, slamming your foot into his his chest with a snarl on her otherwise beautiful (in Adam's opinion) face, "What the hell was that?!" "What was what?!" Choked Adam as he met your eyes again. You gave him your undivided attention, and sure while it was filled with venom and hate, it was still attention. And, for some reason, he couldn't help but fold under it a little. Dammit! He wouldn't do this for anyone else, so why were you so different?!

"On don't play fucking dumb with me, Adam! You know exactly why you did and I want answers from you." You spat at him, venom leaking from your tone like a snake coiling around his body to squeeze him. And for once Adam was at a loss for words. At least, words that would make the situation better, as all that filled his mind was you. You and how you looked over him. How you were so close Adam could reach his hands out and grab your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. The smell of your perfume, it was different than he remembered yet it suited you. You eyes . . . still that same shade he always loved and- "Fuck, Babe," he would groan, not off put by the way your face drew back with suprise and then scrunched with pure, unfiltered disgust. "You're so fucking hot like thi—" Adam didn't get to finish his statement before a hard— SMACK!— echoed in the lobby, swiftly hushing the voiced that came from around Ceyx. They had been cooing at him, comforting him, though sharply turned to watched as you huffed your way back over to the group and away from Adam; Who was slightly flushed on the floor, a crude snicker stretched on his lips, which did almost nothing to mask the pain that filled his eyes.

Adam had always loathed Lucifer. Yet, after that day it became more deep rooted. Lucifer had taken everyone from him, he started two families that were meant to be his, and he did it without a single drop or tear of remorse. You were meant to be Adam's, Adam was meant to be yours. This isn't how it was supposed to go! And yet. . . when you returned to Lucifer, you whispered to you a concerned question, a small smile returned to your face as you rested his query to bed. And Adam would never forget the way you leaned against Lucifer, gently reaching out for your child, more at content and at peace next to him than you had ever been with Adam. That's when it all truly sunk in for Adam. . . and oddly, it made his desire for you burn more.

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