#trans adam

[stan-height]

As of today you are legally obligated to start watching Saw

[cary-elwes]

Guilt and Hope

[inubaki]

Married to-? ——-

FluffWeek prompt: husbands

I made up an idea of a reincarnated Adam in a modern suburban setting. In which he thinks he has it all. A lovely house. Job. Friends. Spouse. As long as he doesn’t think about it too hard.

—- I talked it over with @libby-for-life and commissioned her to write the story since people seemed interested but I know my own writing is awful.

hope you all enjoy as much as I do. ———-

Adam woke up as he always did, stretching his arms overhead with a wide yawn and a sleepy grin spreading across his face. The sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. He turned to the side, his gaze falling on his husband, Sam, who lay peacefully asleep next to him. Smaller in stature, Sam had always been the perfect counter to Adam’s broad frame, and despite his delicate appearance, Adam knew all too well that his partner was far from fragile.

With a growing smile, Adam gently brushed back the tousled blonde hair that had fallen over Sam’s forehead, tucking it softly behind his ear. He admired the way the morning light highlighted the sharp angles of his husband's face and the faint smile that teased at the corners of his lips even in slumber. "I love you..." Adam whispered, his voice barely above a sigh, watching as Sam stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently in his dreams. The sound was endearing, and Adam couldn't help but chuckle softly, thankful for the quiet moments they shared together.

He gently got up to make breakfast for his hubby. Humming to himself, Adam got the clothes he would wear for the day and stepped into the opulent bathroom, his gaze immediately drawn to the luxurious surroundings. The floor was covered in polished marble tiles that gleamed under the warm glow of strategically placed LED lights. Each tile reflected the light like a polished gemstone, creating a mesmerizing effect.

The walls were adorned with rich, textured wallpaper in deep hues of navy and gold. A large, ornate mirror framed in antique gold hung above a double vanity that was crafted from dark walnut wood, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. The vanity was equipped with high-end fixtures, shimmering in chrome and accented with intricate detailing.

As Adam walked further in, he noticed the spacious freestanding bathtub, which was a work of art in itself, featuring a sleek, modern design with smooth curves. A waterfall faucet that could have water cascade into the tub, producing a soothing sound that complemented the serene atmosphere. Plush towels, neatly arranged on a heated towel rack nearby, were invitingly soft, hinting at the comfort that awaited.

To the side, a glass-enclosed walk-in shower boasted multiple showerheads and an array of luxurious toiletries displayed on a minimalist shelf. The steam that came from the shower would be a soft haze, giving the room an ethereal quality. 

Adam took a moment to appreciate the thoughtful details—a small potted orchid on the vanity, the subtle scent of essential oils wafting through the air, and the soft, ambient music that played in the background. Sam knew him so well and he still couldn't believe that he designed this bathroom with Adam in mind.

He gently stripped from his silk pajamas, a gift from Sam with a note saying how sexy he would look in the nightgown, and he hopped into the shower. As much as Adam wanted a bath, he wanted to personally make Sam's lunch and that meant racing their cook to the kitchen. Lathering some apple-scented body wash, Sam had a thing for apples that Adam didn't mind indulging him in, and washed himself clean. 

He took his time, running a hand over the scars under his chest. While he didn't used to be, Adam was confident in his body and while his body may not be under traditional gender norms, his lack of dick didn't make him any less of a boy.

Despite the body dysmorphia growing up, Adam did have a good childhood. He was born into a loving family who thought he was a girl and treated him as such. Until he was four years old. 

Adam was in his small bathroom, glaring at the pigtails that his mother had put up in two pretty bows. He hated it. Why couldn't he have the hair that all his friends had? They had told him that girls weren't allowed to play with them. That word. He hated it more than anything. He had taken a pair of scissors and cut his pigtails off, bows and all. 

He immediately smiled at his reflection, liking how short it looked. His parents didn't understand at first but indulged him. To this day, they were still his loving and supportive parents who paid and fought for his right for top surgery at fifteen when Adam realized he wasn't going to be small-chested but be on the bigger side.

And while he had definitely gotten heavier as he got older, and spoiled by his husband, he still had a masculine appearance and Adam couldn't be happier with it. Especially with the beard he had growing.

Adam quickly dried off, the soft cotton towel brushing against his skin, and slipped into a comfortable pair of simple navy pants and a classic white shirt before making his way to the warmly lit kitchen. The inviting aroma of fresh coffee wafted through the air as he moved. He arrived just in time, beating the cook to the kitchen. 

"Ah, Mr. Morningstar. I was just about—" Jerald, the cook, started to say, his voice tinged with surprise.

"I've got breakfast for today, Jerald," Adam replied, flashing a kind smile that lit up his face. Jerald nodded appreciatively, his smile widening, before he exited the kitchen to make his rounds. 

Adam rolled up his sleeves and got to work, carefully mixing the batter for the pancakes, the gentle clinking of the whisk against the bowl filling the air as he added just the right amount of vanilla extract. He sizzled strips of bacon in the skillet until it was perfectly crispy and arranged plump, juicy strawberries on a plate. He could already envision Sam’s delighted expression at the sight of his favorite breakfast.

Moments later, Sam stumbled into the kitchen, his tousled hair hinting at the long night he'd had. A small but tired smile graced his lips, his blue eyes, still hazy with sleep, sparkled with affection as he took in the scene. "And how is my wonderful husband?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Adam’s back, warmth radiating from his touch. 

Adam giggled at the affectionate gesture, turning to face him with genuine joy. "Good morning! I'm good, and how about my Ducky? How is he?"

"Good...what are you cooking?" Sam inquired, leaning slightly against the counter, his curiosity piqued

"Your favorite!" Adam exclaimed, his voice bright with enthusiasm. Sam’s smile widened, and his eyes glimmered with love as he watched Adam pour the pancake batter onto the hot griddle, the sound of bubbling batter echoing in the kitchen. They soon both sat down and began to eat their meal.

Sam looked at his watch and nearly choked on a syrup-drenched pancake bite. "Golly! Is that the time?!" He yelled standing up. Adam blinked and watched as Sam quickly ate the rest of his food before kissing Adam on the cheek. "Bye, my love! Don't wait up!" Adam watched with a smile as Sam ran from the kitchen to get to work. His husband was always running late for something.

Adam shaking his head fondly, he cleared the table and placed the dirty dishes in the sink before leaving the rest for the maid to clean knowing she had a particular way of doing it and found it scandalous that one of the Masters of the house would clean when it was her job.

Besides, today was a special day for Adam—he was finally meeting up with some old college friends he hadn’t seen in years. Angelia and David had reached out, excited to shop and spend some quality time with him, and who was Adam to refuse such an invitation? The drive to the quaint little coffee shop downtown was filled with anticipation, the streets bustling with late-morning activity.

As he parked and stepped inside, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the sweet scent of pastries enveloped him. He spotted Angelia and David seated at a cozy corner table, their faces lighting up as they waved him over. Adam smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of them. He walked over, exchanging hugs as he exclaimed, “Guys! You look amazing!”

David, with his usual effortless charm, leaned back in his chair, long hair casually falling over one shoulder as he placed their orders for lattes and blueberry muffins. Meanwhile, Angelia eagerly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, I’ve heard you settled down well! How’s it feel to be married to a big shot?” 

At the mention of his husband, Adam felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks, a mix of pride and affection warming his heart. He couldn’t help but smile as he replied, “He’s amazing... really. It’s been a whirlwind, but every moment is worth it.” The nostalgia of their college days mingled with his present happiness, reminding him just how far they all had come.

"What does he do?" David asked as he gently placed Adam’s hazelnut latte on the table, the rich aroma wafting between them. Adam took a sip of his drink, savoring the warmth, before finally replying, "Oh, he's a contractor." The foamy surface of the latte reflected the late morning light filtering through the café window. As Adam continued to drink, he felt the weight of their stares, a gentle pressure that urged him to elaborate. 

"Well?" Angelia chimed in, her green eyes shimmering with curiosity and a hint of mischief. "Contracting what?"

Adam hesitated, a frown creasing his brow as he tried to dig through the mental fog. "He...uh, you know...I don't quite remember?" he stammered, his mind racing. Sam was definitely a contractor—he owned his own construction company, after all. They often discussed their workday in the evenings, but the specifics were a blur. 

"Wait...you don't know what your husband does for work?" David raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "Don't you think that's a little weird?"

"I'm sure he's told me, but I just forgot!" Adam insisted, laughter laced with nervousness escaping his lips. He tried to sound reassuring, but as the conversation shifted, the nagging thought clung to him—how had he forgotten something so fundamental? What exactly did it mean to be a contractor? Did Sam never explain it in detail? Or had they just never had the chance to delve into such a vital aspect of each other’s lives? They’d been married for four years, for God's sake! Adam has even met Lucifer’s daughter from her work from overseas. They called all the time—Surely at some point, the nature of Sam’s work had come up some variety of their conversations.

He'll ask Sam tonight. That'll clear the whole thing up.

Later on that night, Sam came home in a ruffled suit looking exhausted but perked up when he saw Adam reading on their bed. Adam smiled when he came in, ready to ask his question but stopped when he saw Sam giving him...the look.

Adam blushed heavily. This meant Sam was feeling especially sexually frustrated and Adam was going to have a wonderfully long night. Sam took off his tie, his shirt, and then his pants. He was purposefully teasing Adam and it was working. He bit his lip as Lucifer stood before him naked, his long thick appendage hanging low.

"Addy....are you going to be a good boy tonight?" Adam nodded as Sam showed him the tie he would be using to blindfold him. Adam gently knelt before Sam and he gently tied it around his eyes, obscuring his vision. "Oh, Addy...you have no idea the day I've had...and the only thing that made me sane was thinking about what I'd do to you when I came home." He was roughly pushed onto the bed.

This was Sam’s other side. While Adam loved Sam’s gentler and softer side, the one who loved ducks and could name you the most obscure fact about them to making duck-shaped butter balls to place on toast, Adam also loved this side of Sam as well. Dominating and controlling. An animal in the sheets.

He felt hands glide over his skin, slipping under his nightgown. Fingers pinched sensitive nipples causing Adam to cry out. "Now, didn't I say to be a good boy? Good boys are silent. Don't make me gag you~."

Adam nodded and kept quiet as Sam explored his body excruciatingly slowly. And then, faster than Adam was expecting, he was rolled onto his stomach and his nightgown lifted. "There's the dessert...don't mind if I do." Adam bit his pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure as a tongue entered.

Adam didn't know how it was possible but the man seemed to be able to lick everything inside of him all at once, hitting places that Adam didn't think were possible, it had to be otherwise Sam wouldn't be doing it, but it made the man moan, high and needy for more.

Almost immediately, he whimpered when a palm struck his ass. "I said no talking. A gag is what you need." And then a ball gag was being forced into his mouth, making the taller man's cheeks blaze even hotter. "No talking or I'll take the switch to your naughty ass. Nod if you understand." Adam frantically nodded and a searing kiss was placed on his ass. Sam always ran hot but this kind of sex with him always felt like they were burning together.

Sam finally let go of his pussy with a pop, ruining whatever orgasm he was going to have and growled low in his ear. "Remember your silent safe word." That was all the warning Adam had before he was slammed into. Adam moaned into the gag as the bed rocked with their combined effort and tears soaked through the blindfold and onto the sheets. They both heard creaking and splintering, but neither cared.

"You're mine, Addy! Mine!" Sam bit his neck over and over, leaving bite marks for all to see. Adam knew it would be a mess in the morning but the taller man liked having Sam's mark. It made him feel protected and owned in all the right ways.

Sam came deep into him and Adam could have sworn that he smelt burnt wood as he came as well. They both fell asleep together and Adam knew the tie would be gone in the morning.

And if Adam saw the broken bed in the morning, he would shrug it off as the material being faulty, not knowing that it was made of solid oak.

The questions came around lunch, a time when the sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over their kitchen. Sam had managed to linger at the table longer than usual after breakfast, his caffeine fix pulling him back from the clutches of sleep. The night before had been long leaving them a bit bleary-eyed yet content. 

Adam, sensing the moment was right, decided now would be the perfect time to broach the topic that had been on his mind. He smiled to himself, reassuring himself that this wasn’t an interrogation, just an inquiry. As soon as Sam settled into his chair, looking slightly weary yet relaxed, they exchanged pleasantries, the familiar rhythm of their relationship easing the atmosphere.

Adam leaned forward and asked, “Dear, I know this might sound silly... and you’re free to laugh, but what do you do for work?” His eyes sparkled with curiosity, eager to hear Sam’s response.

For a brief moment, Sam froze, a fleeting hesitation crossing his face that would have gone unnoticed if Adam hadn’t been watching so intently. Then, as though shaking off a brief wave of surprise, he took a sip of his steaming coffee, allowing the rich aroma to ground him. “I’m a contractor,” he replied, his voice steady but still carrying an undercurrent of thoughtfulness. His gaze drifted momentarily towards the window as if searching for the right words to follow.

"Contracting what?"

"Buildings, land disputes, and territory mainly. You'd be astonished how many times the ownership of some land ends up somebody else's the next week and the paperwork involved hurts my brain." Sam winced at the mental image.

Adam nodded but something still felt....off. "Hey, do you mind if I invited some of those clients for dinner then? Oh, it would be so nice. Me and Jerald would—"

As Adam continued talking, Sam seemed to grow more pale. He meant to say that he couldn't possibly ask clients on such short notice for dinner. That it would be unprofessional to ask them over. He needed to get Adam to stop talking.

"Of course, Dear! What time?" No. Stop! You were supposed to shut him down!

"6:00 would be good for guests to come!" No! Say that can't work! "Sounds perfect." You goddamn pushover. 

"Hahaha! Well, I do got to go to work but I'll see you tonight!" This was a disaster!

Adam kissed Sam on the cheek and hummed as Sam practically ran from the table, whipping out his phone. "B? Yes, I have a favor to ask. A big one. Yes, it involves the others."

XxX

Adam glanced over the bustling kitchen, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him as he helped Jeralod plate the meal. Their teamwork had resulted in a delightful spread: a golden roast chicken, its skin perfectly crisp and seasoned with rosemary and thyme, sat proudly in the center. Fluffy mashed potatoes, infused with garlic and cream, were generously topped with a pat of melting butter, while a vibrant green bean casserole—adorned with crispy fried onions and a creamy mushroom sauce—added a splash of color to the table. Freshly baked bread rolls, still warm and lightly brushed with garlic butter, beckoned invitingly alongside a decadent cheesecake drizzled with raspberry coulis for dessert.

As Adam surveyed the feast, he hoped it would be enough to satisfy the appetites of all who would gather. Sam had mentioned he was bringing six of his clients, and Adam wanted to make a good impression. With the clock ticking, he turned his attention to getting ready, wanting to look his best for the evening ahead.

He decided on something simple but sophisticated. A navy blue suit, black tie, and some polished leather shoes. Adam’s brown hair wouldn't cooperate for a while but eventually, Adam decided it was fine and straightened his tie. Time to impress the masses.

He came down the stairs and was startled when there was a knock on the door. The maid, her name was Elena, came running to the door before smoothing her skirt. "Go, Adam! I'll bring them to the Parlor!" She said and Adam quickly made his way there as the door opened up.

Soon, six tall people came inside. Adam thought they were...taller than average but shook it off as he introduced himself as Adam.

"I'm Beatrice." The blonde one said. "This is Bel, Manny, Levi, Sanderson, and Ozzie." She introduced. Adam smiled at them all and asked, "Would you all like a snack while we wait for my husband?"

"Oh, we couldn't pos—

"Thanks, I'm starving!" Manny said as he flopped on the couch. Beatrice and Ozzie glared at the man but Adam simply laughed. A man after his own heart. 

About an hour in, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves when Sam came bursting in. "About time you showed up," Manny said and Beatrice punched his shoulder in warning.

"Sorry! Sorry! Um, dinner?"

As they all sat down to enjoy the meal, Adam couldn't help but ask, "So, you all seem very close. Did you all know each other before you became his clients?" They all shared a look that Adam didn't quite understand but they all unanimously said, "Yeah, sort of."

The dinner unfolded with effortless charm, the soft glow of candlelight casting warm shadows across the elegantly set table. Adam found himself enjoying the company, laughter echoing around him, but a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind. Everything seemed too perfect as if the evening had been meticulously orchestrated for his benefit. 

As he glanced across the table at Sanderson, who was animatedly chatting with Levi, a flicker of unease washed over him. When he attempted to call Sanderson's name, his voice was swallowed by the cheerful atmosphere. Sanderson, despite meeting Adam's gaze, didn’t respond. When their eyes finally connected for a long time, Sanderson offered a chuckle and shrugged, saying something about getting "spacy sometimes." Adam raised an eyebrow; who forgets their own name in that moment? 

As the evening wound down, the laughter and light banter faded as everyone left, leaving Adam alone with his thoughts. He felt overwhelmed by an avalanche of questions—why had he felt so out of sync? Was he merely overthinking things? Yes, that had to be it. Just a figment of anxiety playing tricks on him. He turned over in their new cozy bed, leaning in to kiss Sam goodnight, but deep inside, the unease lingered like a shadow he couldn’t shake off, despite his best efforts to dismiss it.

Three Months Later:

Adam had a nagging suspicion that he might be pregnant, but he initially chalked it up to the flu that had been going around for weeks. However, after he found himself vomiting for the fifth time in a row, a realization struck him: this wasn’t just the flu—it was morning sickness. 

As he stepped out of the bathroom, a wave of emotions washed over him. He found his husband, Sam, comfortably sprawled on their bed, lost in the pages of a novel. “Dear?” Adam called softly, drawing Sam's attention. 

“Hm?” Sam replied, turning a page without looking up.

Taking a breath to steady his nerves, Adam said, “I think I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh, that’s nice, dear,” Sam responded nonchalantly, his eyes still glued to the book. 

For a brief moment, Adam stood there, waiting, a mix of hope and anxiety coursing through him as he watched Sam process the information. Then, as comprehension dawned on Sam, he flung the book across the room in excitement. “Pregnant?! Do you really think so? Adam!” 

Within seconds, Sam was off the bed, bounding toward Adam and enveloping him in a warm, jubilant hug. Laughter bubbled up from both of them, and Adam felt an overwhelming surge of happiness wash over him as he smiled, finally embracing the reality of their new journey together.

Sam was ecstatic about the pregnancy, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he envisioned their future as a family. But soon after the announcement, Adam found himself haunted by a series of bizarre dreams that left him both puzzled and disconcerted. 

In one dream, he wandered through a lush, vibrant garden filled with flowers he had never seen before, their colors almost surreal. In another, he labored in a barren, desolate landscape, feeling an unbearable weight pressing down on him as if he were trapped in a world that was entirely foreign.

Among the shadows of his dreams, two faceless women appeared repeatedly, their presence unsettling yet familiar. It nagged at Adam, a deep-seated feeling that he should know them, yet their identities eluded him like wisps of smoke slipping through his fingers the moment he awoke. With every passing night, the intensity of these dreams escalated, distorting reality and blurring the lines between his waking life and the nightmares that consumed him.

Then, a new figure emerged—an ethereal being who radiated light so bright that Adam could hardly bear to look directly at them. This figure embodied warmth and kindness, reaching out to him with an understanding that felt profound and comforting. Yet, beneath the gentle exterior, Adam grappled with a sense of betrayal, as if this luminous presence held secrets that he was not meant to uncover. The conflicting emotions stirred within him; he felt drawn to this figure, even as a flicker of resentment simmered beneath the surface. 

As the dreams spiraled into chaos, Adam felt increasingly disoriented. They grew darker, and more vivid, each one amplifying his feelings of confusion and dread. He was at a loss, unsure of what these dreams meant or how to escape their grasp. The echoes of his subconscious left him restless, wrestling with fears that seemed insurmountable and questions he couldn't articulate. Each morning brought no relief, only a persistent weight that pressed upon his chest, a reminder that something deeper was at play.

Adam sensed something was deeply wrong. A new dream had haunted him—he found himself in a shadowy field, digging desperately in the earth, burying a child whose face felt achingly familiar, though he couldn't place it. He jolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks, his heart racing. Sam was there, wrapping him in a comforting embrace. 

“The dreams are getting worse,” Adam confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t even know a Seth, and yet, for some reason, I was burying him in that dream!” His sobs shook his frame as Sam gently rubbed his back, offering a steady presence amidst the turmoil.

“I—” Adam tried to articulate the turmoil within him, but the flood of thoughts and emotions spilled out first. “I’m seeing too many things at once,” he continued, his voice breaking. “They all feel so familiar yet I couldn’t have possibly experienced them before! It’s like I’m trapped in someone else’s life, and I don’t know how to escape.” 

As he spoke, Sam held him tighter, sensing the chaotic storm of confusion and grief that enveloped Adam. The weight of his dreams pressed down on both of them, intertwining their fates in a mystery that begged to be unraveled.

"I... Adam? I need to speak with you." Adam sniffed, his heart racing as he looked up into Sam's eyes. A flicker of confusion crossed his mind—were Sam's eyes...red? No, it had to be a trick of the light, he reasoned. But just as he began to dismiss the thought, something even more unsettling happened. Sam told him he—wasn’t Sam? He was the Devil? Adam's heart leaped into his throat, fear and confusion mixing in a tumultuous storm. What was Sam playing at with this revelation?

"I didn't mean for it to go this long without telling you, but when I found you, I was so captivated. You were like a breath of fresh air, a reprieve from the oppressive darkness of Hell. I just couldn't stay away!" Sam's voice cracked, desperation painting his features as tears shimmered in his eyes. "You have to understand! I had to get more of you!" Adam's heart ached at the raw emotion, yet the weight of Sam's words pressed down on him like a heavy fog. He pulled away from the embrace, staring at him in disbelief. "Are you on drugs? The Devil? I’m pouring my heart out to you, and you’re playing this sick game?!"

Adam's mind raced as he tried to process the bizarre situation. He attempted to leave the bed, his instincts screaming at him to find safety, to seek refuge with his mother. But just as he made a move, a firm hand shot out and grasped his wrist, anchoring him in place. The grip was both tender and unyielding, sending shivers down Adam's spine, a mix of fear and a strange longing coursing through him. What on earth was happening?

"Adam, I'm not lying, look!" Adam gasped as Sam began to change. His already pale skin went white. His eyes bleeding into a more vivid red. Horns sprouted out of his blonde hair and wings...three on each side sprouted from his back. "I'm not Sam...my name is—"

"Lucifer." Adam didn't know why but that name had been burning in his brain for the longest time along with those dreams.

Adam sat numbly as he found out that he was actually married to the Devil. He had sex with the Devil. And he was now pregnant by the Devil.

"I—I....need some time to think. Please." Adam said as he quickly packed a small bag. Sam, no, Lucifer watched as Adam left the bedroom but not before saying, "I want you to respect what ever answer I give you." He tried to ignore Lucifer sobbing on their bed as he left the house for his mother's place.

Six Months later: 

It wasn't easy, but Adam came back. He came back to the Devil to make it work. God, what was his life becoming? He made Lucifer lay it all out. No more lies. He answered every question until Adam was satisfied. And then, he had to prove it to Adam. Trust wasn't just given back. It had to be earned.

He didn't try to think too hard on the fact that he was the reincarnation of the First Man Adam. "I mean...it makes sense that you're transgender, Adam." Lucifer said. "You were the First ever male. It's hard to go against what you were made for. Of course it would transcend your mortal body."

Nope. Moving on.

The dreams stopped being so frequent as Adam accepted who he was. Didn't mean he had to be dredging up old memories. The past was the past and Adam was going to leave it there. Of which Lucifer quietly accepted with admittance to having already accepted this division when Lucifer had decided to marry him.

His last bridging gape had been both tender confined, more to a ghost than wards himself, “It’s wasn’t so much that you were different. It’s more that are everything now that you were meant to be…” It quickened something inside himself he couldn’t explain, like a settling Adam never knew was out of place.

In the place of uncertainty something new slowly began to settle between them. Lucifer still had his ‘work’ that judged up a few added details that Adam was happy to shove back till later. Terms like ‘Queen, King’ being tossed around while Adam was only interested in his current settled life. Be it prince or another princess, Adam wanted only the same love and acceptance that himself had been privy too.

"This baby is going to be...normal, right?" Adam asked as he felt another kick from the baby. They were due any day now. Lucifer froze on the snack he was making for Adam. "Uh...maybe? Depends...would you still love them if they had goat hooves?"

Adam recalled his step-daughter Charlie’s unveiled form and snorted when he realized Lucifer wasn't kidding but immediately said, "Lucifer, they could be part snake and I'd love them. Do you know how much of a hypocrite I'd be of I didn't accept who they were?"

Three days later, Adam was holding his little clone baby with a playfully judgmental look. Beautiful big yellow eyes, a long tongue, and a long tail wrapped around themselves making Adam glance at Lucifer. "You know, when I said they could be part snake and I'd be fine with it, I'd didn't mean for you to take it as a challenge."

Lucifer laughed as Adam kissed their son's cheek. "Either way, he's perfect.”

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This posts from @lisandra-phillips helped the idea along. While the story was being written, @sir-tater-of-the-tot actually took the original prompt I made and drew it! Ahhh!! It’s so cute!! Please check all these talented people out. The rest of the art is sadly by me. Hope you all enjoy. In which, Lucifer was mainly there to fuck with him at the beginning but fall unexpectedly. link here:

i'm in love with the landscape

Adamsapple harvest Day 30: Devil's night Here's the final piece of my participation in the harvest🍎🎸 (I'm looking forward to Adamsapple w

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I really need some FtM Adam feeling comfortable wearing a dress.

I'm having some gender issues, so I'm craving some trans!Adam.

Rp of sinner!trans!Adam??

Oh are you okay? We can do that! ☺️

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Adam brushed off any little crumbs that were on his dress, it wasn't very often that he wore feminine clothes anymore since transitioning but something about a nice dress every once in a while made him feel so fucking hot.

Not to mention that it was just his color, Adam swore he was meant to be rich why else would be look so fucking amazing in gold?

He should probably finish getting ready, his husband was waiting on him downstairs.

Adam slipped on some gold heels and earrings before going down to meet Lucifer.

Lucifer: There you are I've been-...... Wow

Adam: Looks nice right?

Lucifer: You look gorgeous my dove.~

Adam blushed as he took his hand and kissed it.

Adam: Worth the Wait?

Lucifer: More than worth it. You'll put everyone to shame at that party. Kinda wish we didn't have to go now, so I could poke around up your skirt.~

Adam giggled: Luci!!

Ugh, his voice cracked that hadn't happened in a while. But that's how flattered he is! Cheeky man working him up.

Lucifer: What?~ There's always time in the limo.~

He took Adams hand and they got in the limo. Lucifer put up the tinted window divider so the driver couldn't see them. Adam laid back in the long seat, he bit his lip as his husband went up his dress and pulled his panties down before disappearing underneath to eat him out.

((Adams outfit))

[adambrainrot]

Another Eden twins AU idea...

A classic, but... Trans AU. Imagine they were born identical or opposite gender, but switched later in life. Or transmale!Lilith and/or transfem!Adam!

I specifically have idea where both of them are trans and... they switch each other's deadnames, so they stay Adam and Lilith, but each now has the name he/she likes! Or canon implied, during Lilith's stay in Heaven, Adam comes out to Lilith as trans woman and she's like "Okay, until you pick a name, I'm calling you bitch or something" and they laugh.

Mainly fluff and hurt/comfort. Tell me, what you think!

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @cakerybakery @fanofstuff01 @decentsoupperson

[lilacwriter07]

Omega!Lucifer always loved his childhood best friend Beta!Ada, but then he moved and never saw her again .

Now he was standing at the front door of her apartment, ready with flowers and a heart full hoping to court her .

His heart drops for a second as a man opens the door ."Luci ?"

He blinks ."Ada ?"

"It's .. It's Adam actually .." Adam confessed as Lucifer took a look at him, before giving him the flowers ."For you !" His face flushed red as he feels his heart beating faster ."Thank you .." Adam smiled .

Lucifer can picture his future with Adam, as he steps into the apartment andthe door closes .

[zekeyboy]

Trans Adam?

obviously trans adam. nothing more beautiful

[emmykaze]

Heartbeat play with Chainshipping, one of my biggest headcanons 💔

This was my first time drawing kinky art digitally, first time with this perspective... A LOT OF FIRST TIMES! So let me know what you think and sorry if it's not perfect😭