#adam/oc

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Happy Easter!

Some concept art

[preaching-to-the-fire]

Preaching to the Fire (HH Adam x OC)

Chapter 6 — Stitches

Masterpost (info, tags, index) | [~2 370 words]

Before they leave the studio, Adam makes a point of letting the rat demon know he is starving again. Fortunately, Valska succeeds to puppy-eye the favour out of Nicolas.

"Fine," he'd said. "I'll call them. What do you want?"

— Ensued a two-minutes-long list of Adam's cravings.

When they reach the flat, plenty of food waits for them at the door — and to avoid stepping outside even then, Valska has it all brought up to the flat via the goods lift. She insists that they eat in the bedroom again because, she says, the rest of the apartment is too much of a mess. Adam shrugs, not sure how it's a problem.

As long as he gets to feast on all the wonders they ordered, they could be eating in the fucking toilets and he wouldn't mind. And it's exactly what he does : he wolves down all the burgers, sushi, fries, tacos, fried chicken, flavours crackling on his tongue, coming close to foodgasm.

Meanwhile, he notices, Valska barely eats. They're busy with their phone, tail whipping, foot stomping lightly, she mumbles to herself, pauses, goes back to her phone, caught in deep thinking. When he's finally full, Adam starts to get annoyed that they're so dismissive of his presence.

He burps and scratches his chin.

"Watcha doing ?"

"Thinking of the concert," she mumbles. Then she seems to remember it's him she's talking to, and says, more light-heartedly. "Your first appearance on a hellish stage. Must be prepared! Must be perfect!"

She jumps up on her feet and starts pacing around the room.

"Tomorrow we gotta find the song you're gonna sing, practice it as much as possible, include you to the concert's routine, issue new posters, and !" She turns to him. "We really, really need to something about this."

Her clawed finger is pointing at his face.

"Why change the mask though?"

He doesn't mind that it's broken. It has an edge.

"Not that it freaks me and most of Hell's inhabitants out," Valska says with an apologetic smile. "Although, you know— it does. But for both our sakes, I think it's better no-one knows who you are when you'll be performing. Let's not forget you are the leader of a genocide, krkr. We wouldn't want some rightfully vengeful demon to jump on stage and slit your throat, uh? Accidents like these are rather commonplace here," they say, matter-of-factly.

Then they add, for themself, voice low : "It'd also spare me the backlash. Can't exactly bet the Overlords will be keen on the idea of me producing you."

Adam shrugs. Didn't like politics in Heaven, doesn't like them any more in Hell. Well. Unless it lets him have his fun.

"As long as I have a mask on."

"It's part of your persona. I wouldn't dare take it away."

Adam slips a hand under his t-shirt and rubs his stomach when he suddenly winces.

"Argh! What the fuck?"

He looks down at his hand and his heart skips a beat : red blood.

"... No," he lets out, breathless.

Valska immediately appears in front of him, although it's not really him they seem to be worried about.

"Aaah man, not my 50th anniversary t-shirt !" they whine. They inspect, not exactly daring to touch Adam. Then she raises a hand to calm him (or herself) down. "Alright, don't panick, I'll fix you right up, I just, just--"

She looks around and clicks her fingers. Adam opens wide eyes as a little queue of rats appear at the door and trott up to her, carrying compresses and everything.

He sticks out his tongue in disgust when the small rodents jump on Valska's legs and climb up on her shoulders and head. They grab the medical supplies from their little mouths and crouches before Adam. He notices their tail whips right and left in small, nervous movements. She frowns.

"Can you. Well."

She gestures at his body.

He wants to make a joke about how he'd usually make her beg for that kind of thing, but worry twists his gut, so he shuts up instead and raises the t-shirt up to his neck, swallowing hard. He doesn't want to see the red blood there.

He waits, feeling as they pull softly on the bandages to make an idea of the mess underneath. She doesn't linger.

"That's a really deep wound…" she says in a lifeless voice. "I expected your hellbirth to heal you, as it should've, so I only put a bandage to slow the bleeding but... I didn't expect it to stay open."

Adam risks an eye down at her. No half smile, no malicious eyes. The worry there doesn't reassure him one bit. She seems to notice his gaze and rakes a hand through her hair.

"Uhm... Let's just... I'll just stitch you up and we'll see how it goes."

"Ugh..." moans Adam, pulling a face. "Alright. Do what you gotta."

She takes a needle out of the mouth of one of her companions

"Woah, wait, isn't that supposed to be sterilised or something?" worries Adam.

"Hey! Rats are very clean animals, okay?"

"Sure."

He rolls his eyes and stretches one of his long finger towards the needle — a spark crackles at its tip, then disappears.

Valska's ears shoot up and their rats squeal and hide at their feet.

"Gner, fuck," Adam mumbles. He shakes his hand and tries again. The spark becomes a higher flame than expected, which surprises him and Valska both. Finally, he tames it into a smaller flame and drowns the needle in it.

When he's done, he winces and lies back. "Okay. Do your thing."

"Uh... Okay."

They shake their curls and lean in above him. First he feels their fingers push lightly against his stomach, around the wound. Again, he wants to make a joke to dismiss his vulnerability but can't think of any. Then, without warning, the needle pierces his skin.

"FUCK!"

He sits upright. Valska lets out a squeaking sound and raises both hands to rake her cheeks.

"DON'T MOVE YOU IDIOT, ARE YOU STUPID??!"

"THAT FUCKING HURTS, BITCH!"

"IT'S A NEEDLE, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT??!"

"JUST WARN A GUY, AT LEAST!!"

Adam looks down. The needle's still stuck right through two patches of skin, his skin. He lets out a high-pitched cry :

"Oh my fucking-- FUCK!"

"I know, I know !" whines Valska. "This is the worst… ! Your hellbirth will make all the pain so much stronger… But it was supposed to have healed all your wounds, too! I don't get it!"

Adam breathes in then out, loud. "Alright. Alright. I ain't no pussy. This is fine. Just-- get on with it."

"You sure?"

"Yep. Just fucking do it. I can totally take it, eh."

She leans in again, keeping an eye on him. "Okay but don't move or I'll slit your gut open. Now, I'm going to touch you. This is me warning you."

He feels their hold as they reach for the needle, so he lets out a long, loud, dry breath. He doesn't feel too much at first. Then--

"FUCK!!--okay no, stop, I can't take it, I can't take it!"

Valska steps backwards, claws raking their hair in worry. "But I can't just leave it like that. It'll only get worse." They pace around the room, tap their foot nervously. Eventually she turns to him and says : "Look. Do you do morphine?"

Adam shoots a look at them. His mask buzzes, and they somewhat recoil.

"Really bitch? What dyou think I am, a fucking schoolgirl?"

"That a yes ?"

"Of course I do morphine! For fuck's sake! Why didn't you start with that! Get it out!"

She exits the room with a frown and when she comes back a minute later with a small tray stamped with smiley faces, he questions :

"What, the rats couldn't do it for you?"

"Never," they shoot back immediately. "My kids ain't going anywhere near that shit."

He raises an eyebrow at that.

"Woah kids, really? Okay. Rat-hugger," he mumbles.

They walk up to him and hand him the tray like they're eager to get rid of it. He casts a critical look at the single line of powder.

"Uh--you're serious? What's that? I ain't fucking cherry, you're gonna have to double it if you want it to actually kick in."

"Hellbirth, moron, how many times do I have to spell it out for ya?" they frown. "It'll kick right in, trust me."

Maybe it's just him but he feels his bull-like ears shiver as his mask translates the hurt in his ego. "Don't call me fucking moron, bitch, shut the fuck up," he mumbles. He can't think anything else to come up with.

He raises his mask and sniffs the line in one go.

"Fuck," he groans, pushing on one nostril. "Didn't remember it stung so much."

Valska goes back to their chair and sits down. Two rats slide down her arms.

"Now wait," she says, petting one rodent. "It's your first time so it should kick in pretty quickly."

Adam lets out a shivery chuckle and waits, slowly grasping the implications. He doesn't remember the first time he did this. Hell, drugs didn't even exist back in Eden. So really he thinks, he's been a real saint all throughout his life.

And at least half of his death. Geez. These had been the boring days.

The rat demon was right; the morphine kicks in quickly and hard enough too. He feels a little lighter, or number. But he also feels unusually anxious. Suddenly he remembers he's not in Heaven, not with someone he knows — he's not in control, as he usually is.

His fingers start drumming on the bed.

"Where's my axe?" he asks all of a sudden, loud.

Valska raises an eyebrow at him and motions at the instrument laying by the bed, on his right.

"Oh. Uh, right."

He leans in, curses at the pain, grabs the thing and sits back up, cursing some more. He starts strumming, mechanical, automatic.

"You know," he sneers. "Usually when a girl got me screaming in bed it's for slightly different reasons."

The rat demon's ears first wriggle in confusion. Then, when they understand, their nose wrinkles and their tail whips faster, and Adam notices all of it with sadistic satisfaction. Valska jumps on their feet and casts a mean look at him.

"Strumming, breathing hard, feeling flirty — I'll take it one line was enough and it's working out just fine already. Let's get on with it."

She grabs the needle again and, as he's sitting on the bed, crouches in front of him.

"Cand you ditch the guitar or am I supposed to sew the strings together with your gut??"

Adam gives her the frown and smug smile he knows will drive them crazy. He strums louder.

"You--! Ugh. Ókei," she mumbles and shakes her curls.

Valska resumes the sewing with impressive skill, despite the guitar blocking much of her view. For Adam, it doesn't matter that he has to hold the guitar right below his neck like he's Johnny fucking Cash — he has to put up a front.

Especially when she's literally between his legs, he thinks, and somewhere he feels a twitch but he winces as his hand derails and the guitar screams. Valska stays remarkably calm, if not for their ears shooting up.

They're already halfway through and he didn't feel anything.

"Looks like you did that a lot."

The words stumble out of his mouth and he feels breathless. He stops playing, tosses the guitar aside and takes off the mask completely. Damn it, he thinks, he's done this more times than he can count but this really does feel like... The first time. Fucking hellbirth.

"I started in the sewers," the rat demon grins. "As every rat does. You better know how to fix yourself or ain't nobody gonna do it for you."

She glances up at him and realises he's ditched the mask. They stare into his golden-rimmed, red eyes maybe a second too long.

"You're fixing me up though," Adam says.

"I need my future rockstar up and running for the concert," they say focusing back on the wound. "Don't get attached, big boy."

"Pfft, sure."

And he ain't getting attached, really he isn't. But despite his better instinct, deep down, he likes being taken care of.

Eve used to do that for him. Wrap him in her golden arms, her long fluffy hair gently brushing his shoulders. She never had to stitch him back together though.

He presses a hand against his forehead. He doesn't want to think of Eve.

"I mean, you're the one between my legs."

This time it's not the needle but their claws that dig through his sides, and he winces slightly.

"Shut up."

"Why? It's alright babe, you're not the first one lusting all over me," he smiles smugly.

"You fucking wish!" Valska shoots back, ears drawn backwards. They crack a sadistic smile: "You couldn't handle this rat in bed even if they let you try, angel. And I don't do virgins anyway," they end on a teasing note, shrugging.

Adam frowns. The statement takes time to process. Did they just call him a virgin? He's about to bark back at her but she's up on her feet already.

"Aight, we're done here. Be careful with that. You just went through a rough couple of days so that fix is gonna knock you right out."

Adam grabs his guitars and lies back, starts strumming again, louder and faster. He's feeling sleepy but doesn't want to fall asleep before them.

Valska stands there a second too long. Their look strays across the fallen angel's body and they feel a shiver crawling up their spine.

Meeting his look, they immediately know he's dropping off. And something in those lethargic eyes trying to fight the sleepiness away, like a prey knowing there's danger around, wakes a craving in their own gut. The first man is at their mercy, it would be so easy to--

She shakes her curls and lets out a dry breath.

"Get some sleep. You better be up to my expectations tomorrow."

"Like I ain't already," says Adam with a twisted smile.

Crossing the door, she says :

"Haltu kjafti, angel!"

[nessa007]

#they are so cute 😭 Adam Brody and Leighton Meester being interviewed by Access Hollywood at the 2025 Golden Globe Awards

[lescarnetsdehaku]

If eyes are a window to the soul, hands are an invitation 🫶✨

[shiverspooky]

in a wild and unexpected turn of events I’ve become obsessed w saw (2004) so pls take this unserious Adam appreciation post 🤲🏻

[ravetillyoucry]

sometimes all you need in life is to be a comfy little dude

[ruddyhotelau]

bunch of GuitarHarp doodles

Adam is Eve's no.1 simp

[urprettylildoe]

𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓂

Yandere!classmate x popular!fem!reader

a shy guy and a spoiled girl. What a cliché romance story, right? Wrong. You were his since the beginning, all you needed was some motivation to realise it.

note: yandere thoughts/behaviour, blackmail, mean reader, implied vulgar videos.

♡︎

The door to the classroom shut.

Silence hung after as a stare-off contest ensued. Well, not exactly a stare-off — it was mostly your mean glare and Adam's gaze averted to the ground while he wrung his fingers together.

Your foot tapped against as you lazily looked up at the lanky boy in front of you, patience already running thin. "Well, what do you want?"

Big, puppy eyes darted around before landing on you. Yet, despite the obvious shyness, a hint of something intense lurked under the surface. A breathy chuckle left his lips as he bit the inside of his cheek. "Right. Right-"

The two of you have never spoken much. You were the type of person had the loudest laugh while surrounded by equally shallow friends who normalised your behavior. Why would a girl like you go out with a guy who blended into the background like furniture?

He rummaged through his bag as papers and books clumsily dropped in the process, apologies slipping past his lips while you tsked at his pathetic actions.

In between the mess he made, you caught odd mumbling along the lines of: "this has to be perfect" and "she'll understand me".

Finally, his eyes lit up like a christmas tree as his hand closed around the object he was looking for and pulled it out.

A white flower.

The way it rested in his grip felt...off. His fingers clung to it like it mattered. You didn't care for what kind it was. Probably a cliché romantic gesture, right?

With a nervous yet excited smile, he held it out. You inwardly groaned and braced yourself for the typical speech to come:

"Y/N, I-I think you're a very beautiful and amazing person-" says the guy ridiculed by you on multiple occasions, "-and this, well- I've l-liked you for a while and...I was hoping you'd go out with me?"

...

Silence. Absolute silence. Then you laughed.

Adam's hopeful expression crumbled as you doubled over, clutching your stomach.

It really wasn't your fault. In your defence, it was just so funny that he thought you'd say yes. You almost felt bad, but what were you supposed to do? Humor him? Yeah, that'd just be cruel. You wouldn't be caught dead with a guy like him. More like someone of your type — confident, a party animal and most likely a jock.

A few minutes passed before you found your bearings again. Dabbing at your eyes, you snickered as you eyed his now ashamed face, "Oh my god, it's adorable how you assumed I'd go out with someone like you."

Your words stung him like a physical blow to the heart. He flinched pitifully, sputtering, "I...I thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong." Nearly snarling that sentence, you brushed past his frozen form and headed for the door. "Now, get out of my way." All this for a waste of time? He might as well just've-

A rough arm closed around around yours, yanking you back and slamming you into the wall. He banged his hand on the wall beside your head, the sound reverberating through your entire being.

You winced, before starting to yell, "hey! what the fu..." your voice died down in your throat. His eyes were sharp and predatory, no longer holding that cheery innocence they did a few seconds ago but instead replaced with a glare. The air around you was thicker, like oxygen was sucked out of the room and swallowed by this boy. A cold shiver ran up your spine. Where did the gentle giant go?

And when he loomed over you, you suddenly realised how large the height difference was between the two of you.

"I was going to do this the nice way, but I'm afraid you left me no choice."

Your breath hitched — this wasn't how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to crumble or even shed a few tears, not smile like this was his plan all along. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" It was his turn to chuckle condescendingly, like you always did to him. A wolf and its prey. Except, the tables have turned this time around.

Maybe you did go a little too harsh on him and pushed his limits too much. Should you apologise? He's a sweet boy that's not beyond mending, after all. It's still the same old Adam.

His fingers played with the flowers petals as he asked while ignoring you, "do you know what Jasmines signify, honey?" It wasn't a question as he immediately continued rambling. "They show deep, deep love. And you rejected that love."

Mysteries hung in the air after his words as he turned to his phone, screen glowing against his features. You wanted, no, needed to tell him off as usual. What made it different now? And damn it, why couldn't you speak? His finger stopped scrolling. A manic grin grew on his lips.

"But don't worry, you'll accept it. One way or another."

Before you could even process his words, the screen was shoved into your face. The world stopped suddenly, ringing echoing in your ears.

Oh, no.

Sweat rolled down your temple, heart threatening to leap out of your ribcage. You didn't even notice the heavy pants leaving your lips as your throat felt awfully tight and closed up.

You blinked. Once, then twice. Still, the contents on his phone wouldn't disappear like you magically hoped they would. They were real.

In his opinion, you looked awfully cute like that. Wide-eyed as you adorably looked around for an exit. He couldn't help but croon at how powerless you looked right now, like you weren't such a bratty girl.

"W-what- you..." you swallowed, trying to pick up the shattered pieces of your confidence. "How?"

"it's simple, really." His cold, boney fingers cupped your cheek, but you jerked away. If he noticed, which he most certainly did, he didn't pay the action any mind while he continued his villainous monologue. "When you're practically invisible your whole life, people tend to underestimate your abilties. And I happened to know a little bit of hacking. That's how I found these...videos."

You didn't reply. You couldn't. Teeth sunk into your shaky bottom lip as you mustered up a weak glare, prompting a dark laugh out of him. He cooed, "honestly, I had fun watching most of these. I didn't know you were so naughty, baby. Who knew my pretty girl had such a big secret?"

Adam got his hands on a very delectable treat, that much was obvious. The real puzzle remained...and almost as if he realised the same thing, his smile inched further up his face. "Hm, what shall I do with these? It'd be a real shame if someone got a glimpse of you in all your beauty."

"Just tell me what you want."

He sighed in contentment, utterly delighted by the question of the hour. "I won't show these to anyone as long as you agree to my deal. You could keep your secret and I could get what I want. And I don't think that's much to ask, do you?"

Clammy hands balled up in frustration as you realised you hit a dead end, with Adam hot on your tail. He knew how much you basked in the loving attention and twisted it against you, that scumbag.

You peeked over his shoulder to see if there were any intruders before meeting his amused face again. You hushed urgently, "fine, what's the deal?"

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he placed a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. Dread curled up your spine the second you saw the triumphant smirk on his lips.

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

Did...did you hear him correctly? Girlfriend? You're pretty sure this qualified as blackmail, something the quiet guy at the back of class typing away would never be capable of doing. But now you weren't so sure you're looking at the same person.

"You'll let me go out with you, spend time with you and do whatever I tell you to. You'll be mine, and act like it." He bared his teeth this time, making his upper hand promineny.

Anger coursed through your veins. How dare he? "Screw you, you crazy psycho!"

His eyes narrowed with obvious displeasure, "be careful with your words. You wouldn't want anyone to hear about your..." he glanced down at his phone then back up at you, "...fetishes."

Your hands itched to slap that smug expression off of his face. Everything you worked so hard to build couldn't fall to the ground because of one pesky guy. For the first time in your life, you weren't the one in control.

"Y-you can't do this," the tone sounded more vunerable than intended. Adam's gaze softened in pity as he brushed a hair behind your ear, the action gentle and tender like he didn't just threaten you.

"Love, it's your choice in the end. Though, I promise to take care of you during our agreement." Was it really your choice, though?

It dawned on you in that very moment that Adam had hidden his claws all this time, patiently waiting and waiting as you ridiculed to play the right cards. If the intention wasn't hatred however, then what was it? You needed to tread carefully, then you'd be able to find a way to free yourself of his clutches.

Physically pained by how weak you felt, you dropped your gaze to the floor and slowly nodded. One thing was clear: you sold your soul to the devil.

"Good girl~" he said happily, patting your head. "I promise you won't regret this. I'll give you a few days to get used to this before we become official."

Carefully, he tucked the Jasmine into your hair. A sign of his twisted, deep-rooted love. Warm lips pressed against your cheek and you turned your head away, embarrassed.

You whispered softly, peering up at him through your lashes, "will you delete them now?"

"Delete them?" He quirked an amused brow, "I think I'll keep them for a while in case you get any ideas...but don't worry, be good and I'll think about it, m'kay?"

Adam slung his bag over his shoulder, watching his girlfriend stare at him in a daze. Poor thing, you're probably too flustered to even say anything. He'll definitely buy you more Jasmines, though. Maybe a bouqet?

This game should be fun. A predator and a prey switching roles? What a plot,

He'll keep those videos till the end of time if that's what it took to keep you with him. All of this until you love him.

♡

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎

@yourprettylildoe

[phosphns]

hihi. Seth Cohen smut?

ᝰ . shut the fuck up, seth cohen blurb

“okay babe — slow down your horses! not for god’s but for my sake! — holy shit,” he mumbled between one moan and another, his hands hooked your hips in a bumbling way as you repeatedly impaled yourself on his dick.

you moved your hair to one side with a hand, while the other one wandered around his chest, sticky with sweat, to his face. you leaned in, stopping him from saying another nonsense of his, trapping his lips in a heated kiss, continuing to bounce on his dick.

he whimpered in your mouth when you increased the speed, making you get wetter. “y-you are — fuck! you’re killing my dick,” he said looking upp at you. his body was quite trembling under yours, he struggled to keep his eyes open and his lips were slightly parted. you slowed down to rotate your hips on his length, feeling him caressing your spongy insides. you bit your lips to hold back a moan, but you miserably failed when you felt him twitching inside you. he was about to speak again but you preceded him, “not another fucking word.”

“you can’t just speed up and slow down like that-” he tried but you slammed a hand on his mouth, starting to move on him once again, setting your pace and grinding on him. you knew he was overstimulated, you could tell by the way his hands loosen up on your hips and by the way his thighs shook.

“will you shut the fuck up, cohen?” you asked rhetorically while you continued moving on him roughly. your hand found his and led him to your clit, forcing him to rub it. you were close, your walls tightening on his hard member.

when you felt him twitching again, you reached your highest point: your orgasm hit you hard, milking him with every drop. you continued to ride your high out on him, while he was like in trance — looking up at you, his face sweaty and his eyes begging you to finish him off.

you smirked at him — “what? my little yapper boy needs something?” you teased, almost stilling your movements. he nodded eagerly, his hips bucking up in search of some relief. but you weren’t having it. “you ain’t got any words now?”

“please — please princess-” his hands flew on your hips, tentatively caressing you as a plead.

you pretended to think about it, “mh — since you asked so nicely,” you lifted up, pulling out his dick from your pussy, strands of your cream and his arousal connected your thighs to his balls, and as much as you claimed it didn’t, the sight was getting you worked up again.

you positioned yourself between his thighs and wrapped your finger around his throbbing cock, which you had the suspect could bust just at the contact. you rubbed him up and down, looking at him directly in his eyes.

“like this baby? you like it? you asked, squeezing gently his tip with your middle and pointer finger. you approached to it, brushing your lips against it, earning a quiet whimper from him.

“babe... if you don't-” he stumbled over his words “stop teasing...”

you decided to fulfill his request and finally took him in your mouth, wrapping your pump lips around his dick, kitty-licking his tip as you hollowed your cheeks, forcing yourself to accept the whole length in your warm mouth. he tried to grab your hair with his hand, but you harshly stopped him, slapping his hand down on the bed as he sighed.

however, it took less than two minutes to have him relapsing in your mouth, he moaned loudly, as his cock spasmed — warm seed filled your cavity, ending up directly in your throat.

you continued to pump him with your right hand up and down, while you sucked on his tip to swallow even the last drop.

when he finished, you pulled your mouth away from his dick, your hand still stroking him gently as you got on him again, but he took your hand away, “nuh-huh, if you touch my poor soldier again i’ll kill you — nah, scratch that, i’ll never stop talking again.”

yaps. i couldn’t picture him in anything but a sub scenario… i can’t imagine SETH being a DOM, like wdym he’s just a nerd — ok stop. anyway, live love laugh seth cohen. ALSO seth edit

tags 💌 @ultrviolenxe ៹ @courta13 .

wc. 699

[versacherries]

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] that one meme

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[preaching-to-the-fire]

Preaching to the Fire (HH Adam x OC fic)

AO3 | Explicit | F/M, Gen, Multi | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Con Non-Con

Chapters : 5/?

Current wordcount : 9,800

After being mercilessly jerked around by the Hazbin gang and murdered by our favourite evil chambermaid, Adam is now born again a virgin a Sinner. He is taken underneath the wing, no, tail, of Valska, the Overlord of Hell's music industry (and a former friend of Lilith'). Long story short? They start a band and he ends up kinda liking rats.

(yes the title is AoM)

(tags below the cut - READ THEM)

Index

Encounter with the Devil

Trip down the sewers

Hellbirth

Acquaintances

The magic room

Stitches

(TBP)

Tracklist (TBP)

Tags

Hazbin Hotel | Adam | Vox | Velvette | Valentino | Alastor | Original Characters | Demigirl OC | Demisexual OC | Rat OC | Self-Esteem Issues | Self-Hatred | Dysmorphia | Sinner!Adam | Referenced Adam/Lilith | Referenced Adam/Eve | Adam/Lucifer at some point, probably | Rats | Lots of Rats | Loss of Virginity | Adam is a Virgin | Adam is a Manbaby | Adam has Self-Hatred | Disabled Adam | Internalised Homophobia | Slurs | Blood and Violence | Blood and Injury | Vulgarity | Drug Use | Consensual Non-Consent | Smut | Slow Burn | Praise Kink | Degrading Kink | Size Kink | Furry Imagery I Guess | Post-Season/Series 01 | Angst | Betrayal | Queer Characters | Rock n Roll | Bottom Adam | French | Icelandic | Multilingual

[mischas]

The O.C. 1.02 The Model Home

[lescarnetsdehaku]

Alone, on their own, or together. They have different ways to celebrate, but isn't it beautiful once they've reunited?

Happy new year ✨🥂

[voxslays]

Can I request a little spicy headcannon with the male characters in Hazbin. Would love to see how they would react to the reader doing the walking in naked challenge to them❤️❤️

SUCH A TEASE

Featuring >>> Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Valentino, Vox, & Husk x Reader (separately)

Warnings: Suggestive, Talks of sex (but no actual smut-)

Alastor

Deer in headlights. Will only snap out of it once he had adjusted to it. (Because apparently deer do that??? Google help me-)

The stag will say things such as; “My dear? What are you wearing?” In a horrified way. (Because of the time period).

Would go get you some clothes, a towel, etc. You will be covered up, don’t worry. You can count on this man to go find you clothes, even though that probably (definitely) wasn’t your intention-

Lucifer

Notices immediately…and is such a dork. Would say things like “Oh golly!” Or just stutter and slur his words to the point you don’t even know what he originally meant to say!

His cheeks become a deep golden as the (golden) blood runs to his face. He is very embarrassed about it—so don’t (do) tease him.

The devil will attempt to flirt, but fail miserably. He keeps stumbling over his words. How could he not when someone as gorgeous or handsome as you is in his line of sight!?

Vox

Not phased whatsoever. Is probably too busy working or stalking Alastor to even notice your sheer lack of clothing. It will take him forever to notice—Valentino will have to literally point it out—and even then, he might not pay that much attention to it.

But when he does? He glitches and the proceeds to blue screen…before all the power in the entire city is cut off. What can he say? You’re just to gorgeous.

Oh…you’re in for a long night. Vox will not be able to keep his hands off you, so I hope you don’t need your legs the next day (or week).

Adam

Is the type to go “What did I do to deserve this?~” in a very flirtatious way. You will never hear the end of it.

Like Valentino…this man will be on you within seconds. You are in for a long night (or longer, depending on your stamina).

Over the next evening—or afternoon if Adam is feeling really impatient and decides to just bend you over the meeting table—you will experience every position under the sun. Have fun.

Husk

Won’t really care 2.0. Sure, he might blush a little and admire you, but husk isn’t really one to act on it I’d imagine.

Now Overlord!Husk? Oh boy…He is just like Adam and Valentino. He will bend you over one of the poker tables in the middle of the casino floor as a punishment for teasing him. He absolutely doesn’t care about the forming crowd watching the overlord fuck you.

Valentino

He may have poor eyesight…but he could never miss your gorgeous body any day. Is immediately humping you like the disgusting freak he is. Please do not feed into his weird fantasies…It will only encourage him…

As the two of you are going at it as you inevitably do—because he’s the overlord of lust and depravity—he will tell you how much he’d love to see your beautiful (or handsome) face in his studio.

Seek professional help.

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