#for. again. adamsapple

[mistystarshine]

Whenever a female character is widely hated, put the blame on misogyny. However, a good chunk of fans of specific works (with certain exceptions) are teen girls and women. Is it a case of internalized misogyny, then?

Somewhat, yes, but it's also a matter of attraction.

A great deal of fandom is shipping, and people tend to be more drawn to ships that they are attracted to. No, it's not the be-all end-all, yes, you can love characters and ships that you don't find attractive and dislike ones that you do, but it adds a MASSIVE boost. You are more likely to consider ships when you find one or more of the characters attractive. You are less likely if you do not.

I'll use myself as an example.

I don't give a shit about m/m pairings unless they have strong canonical chemistry that appeals to me (or it's a REALLY well written fic) because I'm a lesbian. It is harder to make them appeal to me because I don't get the attraction boost. I will read Adamsapple fics (with a note that I am picky about characterization) because I find the dynamic compelling. I don't mind Huskerdust, but have never once sought it out. Alastor is the major ship-launcher in this fandom, but I have not and will not read any fics that dedicate a significant amount of time toward Alastor shipping (or read Alastor-centric fics in general) because I can't comprehend how people find him hot and I find what we saw of him in canon deeply boring, so there is absolutely no appeal. M/F is honestly largely the same. Constrastingly, although I obviously gravitate toward things I already ship, I will give almost any f/f ship a shot if the fic seems well written. (With another note that I am picky about characterization.) Why? Because there is additional appeal there to make me willing to give the author the time to convince me.

(This is without even getting into smut, and I don't think I need to explain the importance of attraction there. All of the M/M or M/F smut that I've written was as a gift to a friend or because the narrative demanded it. And guess what? The f/f I've written (on a burner account that ya'll will never see) was way better.)

The majority of fandom is women. The majority of women are attracted to men. So guess what? Attractive male characters and m/m pairings get most of the attention. And guess what else? Female characters often get in the way of m/m ships, which provokes hate. Especially around younger fans who might not be experienced enough with narratives to be able to get a female love interest out of the way without demonizing them.

If you want me to say that female characters just aren't as well-written as men, it's not going to happen. There are PLENTY of male characters who are flat as cardboard yet get tons of adoring fans and fandom doing the work to flesh them out to hell and back. Just look at Hux in the Star Wars fandom. There are plenty of extremely well-written female characters who are ignored in favor of the most prominent bland hot man. And yeah, it's because they're hot. And maybe it's a bit of misogyny too, but... from what I've seen, a lot of attention comes from attraction, and when it comes to female characters, much of the hate comes from ship wars that people don't want to admit are ship wars. Plain and simple.

[rius-cave]

Chapter two of my gf's slowburn Adamsapple redemption, Hellbound, updated! Here's some art I did for it 👀 wonder what's going on, hm?

Read it now!

[demonictacobeard]

Adam, coming out of his room for the first time:……Alright what the fuck do you guys even do here? Therapy, or some shit

Lucifer who had been waiting for him by the door: Charlie has activities usually, and is more then willing to talk to residents about their feelings and how they ended up in hell so that’s like therapy. I’m surprised you know about that, has heaven finally implemented it?

Adam, grumbling: No Heaven doesn’t fucking have therapy, but for the last ten years the newer winners have been asking why and the older angels had to find out what the fuck it is

Lucifer, humming: I do have to wonder how all the therapists up there don’t fall from utter frustration

Charlie, watching them come down the stairs excitedly: Hi Dad! Hi Adam! I’m so excited you came down. How are you feeling today, do you think you might be up for an activity? Or ooh, I never got to show you around the whole hotel just to your room. Whatever you feel like! Adam, stepping back: I knew she was excited during the meeting but Is she always this fucking cheery? It’s like Emily has a long lost twin from Hell

Angel Dust, from the bar: It’s the new resident joy, you’ll get used to it lambchop!

Husk, snorting: You act like you don’t adore that girl

Angel, pointing at him with three pointer fingers: You, shut up

Lucifer, beaming with pride: She’s very passionate about her work, always has been

Adam, groaning as Charlie looks at him with glimmering eyes: Dear fucking god, shit alright, fine I’ll take the tour

Vaggie, walking up to them with her spear: Good, because todays activity is Alastor’s idea and I don’t trust him not to ‘accidentally’ scar you emotionally instead

Charlie, gasping: Vaggie! Come on, Alastor wouldn’t do that

Lucifer and Vaggie, deadpan: Yes he would

Adam, crossing his arms: I don’t know the fucker, I just beat his ass, but yes the shit he would. Do you see that smile he has going on all the time? I haven’t seen one so fake since Michael’s

Lucifer, gaging: Hech Mike

Adam, nodding: Fucking Mike

Vaggie, vaguely remembering the angel: Do you mean….the Mike who was your bosses boss, the one who came around and inspected the exterminator’s once every ten years. That Mike?

Adam: That’s the bitch, Vag

Vaggie, her cheek twitching in anger: The ARCHANGEL MICHAEL?

Adam: Adding his title doesn’t unmake him a bitch

Lucifer, laughing: Nothing can

Charlie, smacking her head: Awful uncle Mike! Dad told me about him, don’t worry Adam Alastor is nothing like him. The smile is just….a tool for him? It’s harmless

Adam, rolling his eyes: The bartender just looked at you like you lied to gods face and then fucking spat on it, but whatever. I’ll do the activities and shit, later, but only ones you’re in charge of- why does your face look like that?

Charlie singing to Vaggie, after grabbing a confused Adam’s elbow and happily dragging him on the tour: He trusts meeeee!

Adam, flushing: ONLY MORE THEN THAT FUCKING DEER!

Lucifer, following them: Thats still a little, you know

Angel, laughing at Alastor when he walked in ten minutes later: Hey Alastor, guess what sheep boy trusts the devil and the devil’s daughter more then you. How’s that make you feel?

Alastor, his smile becoming more genuine: Positively ‘devastated’

[bloogers-boogers]

An AU where Lucifer and Adam fall in love after Lilith fled the garden yet went back to convince Adam to join them, in this universe, Lilith convinced Adam and he joined their revolution. Lucifer falls in love with Adam during their time planning, he tells Lilith and she understands. Eventually with time heaven finds out about this whole entire thing, including Adam and Lucifer's now growing relationship/ family. And lastly Lucifer is given a hard gut wrenching choice. To pick choosing to save Adam and their son instead of keeping his memories of falling in love with Adam. The consequences of chosing this option is that both Lucifer and Adam would forget their history together as if it never existed, the gain from this? Heaven doesn't have to get rid of Adam and Abel.

Eve basically raised Abel as her own without the knowledge that she did not birth him unlike Cain. Adam continues being the chosen one to father all humanity alongside Eve, his wife. And ends up growing resentful towards Abel thinking he was the result of Eve’s and Lucifer's affair as Abel looked and acted identical to Lucifer. Eve obviously denied everything but Adam was too blinded by rage and betrayal to believe her word for it. Eve knew Abel was Adam's but deep inside she felt no genuine connection to Abel like a mother would have to their child. But she loved Abel regardless.

And as for Lucifer, he has no knowledge of Abel being his son neither does he hold any feelings for Adam. He remembers nothing.

The moment Adam dies however, Lucifer regains his memories, immediately, his heart shattered into pieces. And also, he so desperately wants to reconnect with his son afterwards.

[tarashima]

"Fucking greedy bastard!! You only wanted the fucking set, huh?!"

"Oh, I'm greedy indeed, but as much as the thought intrigues me, it has nothing to do with it."

"So why the fuck─"

"If you behave, I might reward you with the answer. Now, stay quiet~"

[hydrajones]

[coneheads-deserved-a-noble-prize]

I just spent two hours writing an analysis of how fandom culture infantilizes queer relationships as well as trivialising mental illness through the lens of Lucifer Morningstar fanworks and-

Tumblr. Deleted. My. Draft.

WATCH OUT CEO MATT MULLENWEG, TONIGHT YOU'LL WITNESS YOUR LAST MOON RISE.

[fallenhunnyapple]

Again and Again - The Bird and The Bee

New Animatic is done and out~

No particular AU this time.

Lucifer suggests that he and Adam add an extra element to their meetings. They both eventually want More out of it but neither of them are actually any good at voicing it. They figure it out, it's fine~

A Reminder that I Do Commissions, yes animatics included.

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[libby-for-life]

Adam is eating a piece of pizza and walking around Hell when a rat jumps up and steals his pizza.

Adam: You fucker! That's mine!

The rat stares him down before launching at his face.

Adam: AAAAAA—

Two hours later

Lucifer:....so you're telling me that those bite marks on your neck and face are from cheating on me and not fighting a rat again even though I told you not to?

Adam: Yep.

[itsvelvet-dust]

I just saw someone call Adamsapple, Guitarduck. Wtf that sounds so much better.

[molu0121]

dry lips...

[inubaki]

The Sea Queen

Chapter 8

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story commissioned by the amazing @libby-for-life! Based off one of the first pics @sir-tater-of-the-tot made that got me hooked on this fandom to began with. I blame them entirely.

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Adam gazed out from the dim confines of his cave, the salty mist of the ocean gently curling around him, as he released a melancholy sigh. Years had drifted by like the sand on the ocean floor, and in the depths of his heart, he had lost count of how long he had been submerged beneath the waves. The promise that Lucifer had made—binding and unwavering—was now realized: their undersea home, once serene, was now a bustling haven for Krakens. Swarming about him were not just strangers of the deep but his own progeny, countless offspring and grand-offspring that he cherished, each a vibrant testament to his legacy.

Yet, as night cloaked the world outside and silence settled like a thick blanket, Adam often found his thoughts spiraling back to the life he had left behind. The tumultuous echoes of his former existence haunted him during these quiet hours. He recalled the laughter and warmth of those he had loved, the memories that felt like distant stars shimmering just out of reach. Night after night, while the Krakens slumbered or drifted off to their own homes, he couldn't shake the haunting realization that his found family—the one he had forged through trials and triumphs—was likely scattered by the currents of time, their stories entwined with the vast ocean, perhaps long forgotten by the world above.

The sorrow wrapped around him like the very sea that cradled his cave, and despite the love he felt for his undersea family, a deep longing for the days gone by weighed heavily on his heart. In moments of solitude, he grieved for the connections that had faded, leaving only shadows in the depths of his memory.

"My love, what are you doing out here?" Lucifer's deep, resonant voice cut through the tranquil sounds of the ocean. He approached Adam from behind, wrapping his strong, sinuous arms around him in a warm embrace. Adam leaned into the warmth, feeling a rush of affection as he turned to meet Lucifer's gaze. 

A soft smile graced Adam's lips, one that held a lifetime of memories. There had been a time, long ago, when he despised the creature that now enveloped him in tenderness. The memories of their horrible past felt like echoes of another life, fading with each passing year. Now, decades later, he found himself utterly captivated by the being before him, his heart swelling with love for the magnificent Kraken.

Being in Lucifer's presence had transformed Adam in ways he could have never imagined. His body had adapted to the depths of the ocean, growing delicate gills on the sides of his neck to breathe freely beneath the waves. His hands and feet had become webbed, enabling him to glide seamlessly through the water, a part of the aquatic world that Lucifer called home. Even his eyes had transformed, shifting to a shimmering slitted gold that caught the light like sunlit ripples on the surface. Every change was a testament to his deep bond with Lucifer. And probably because he had traces of his DNA inside him.

“Just thinking… you said you wanted to talk to me, right?” Adam inquired, his voice cutting through the murky depths as he turned to face Lucifer. The Kraken, usually so imposing and confident, suddenly faltered, his gaze dropping away as if he couldn't bear to meet Adam's eyes. The tension in the water hung thick like a heavy mist, signaling that whatever words were on the tip of Lucifer’s tongue were bound to be complex and laden with unspoken weight.

“My population is up again,” Lucifer finally said, his voice steady but devoid of the usual vibrancy. Adam tilted his head, intrigued yet confused, trying to decipher the meaning behind the cryptic announcement. “Our deal is complete. You no longer need to stay here any longer.” 

As those words settled in the space between them, a surge of confusion and disbelief coursed through Adam like a current. Did Lucifer actually mean it? The realization struck him with the force of a sudden tide, leaving him feeling disoriented and unsteady despite being submerged in water. Was he truly just going to dismiss Adam, letting him drift away from the bond they had formed? The thought churned his stomach, twisting it into a knot of nausea and despair.

“Unless you want something different. Jewels? Your own place? Whatever you desire, I’m willing to provide it,” Lucifer remarked, his tone far too casual and seemingly unaware of the storm of emotions raging within Adam. 

What did Adam truly want? The answer hit him like a bolt of lightning—he wanted to stay! He longed to be close to his Mate, reveling in that bond that felt so essential to his very being. But then a sudden realization washed over him: they were technically not fully mated yet. It was a crucial detail he had overlooked in the haze of their connection. 

When he had received his mating mark, he had been blissfully ignorant of the full implications of that sacred bond. The truth was clear now; the process would not be complete until he took that final, decisive step and claimed Lucifer as his own by biting back. 

As these thoughts spiraled in his mind, he glanced at Lucifer, who continued to speak, his demeanor carefree and his gaze diverted elsewhere, not yet meeting Adam’s desperate eyes. The weight of his unspoken feelings felt heavier with each passing moment, as uncertainty gnawed at the edges of his heart. Adam silently grappled with his needs and desires, torn between the instinct to connect and the reality of their incomplete union.

He didn't let Lucifer complete his sentence as he grabbed Lucifer's shoulders and bit his neck. The Kraken stilled as Adam easily broke through the skin. He made sure to clamp down hard, wanting his bite stick and Adam relaxed when he felt hands gently massage his back. "Adam?" Lucifer whimpered out. Adam let go, blood mixing in the water. "Mine. Mate. I want you. If you try to make me leave, I'll just hunt you down again. You don't get to leave me." Adam's form was trembling and that was when Lucifer saw Adam was on the verge of tears.

"My poor Adam." Lucifer said, "Of course I want you to stay." He smirked at Adam and brought him even closer. "Let me prove it to you." Adam's face turned red and he was brought deeper into the cave. It seemed they were going to add more children to their already huge family.

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I was going to save this till I added a little more. But with the fires and everyone sick, I’ll just make it another chapter. But letting anyone who’s interested know, that there will be more. This is more of a time skip. Like… a hundred years. The art is done by @sir-tater-of-the-tot!

pervs:

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[rius-cave]

you want some angst? A demon trying to tempt him by using the form of a young Lucifer, who smiles at Adam, asks him how he is, and what they’ll go do today. Adam knows it’s not really Lucifer, but he’s so tempted by how warm and smiling the fake Lucifer is that he almost gives in.

I present you an even more angsty idea:

Adam does not know the demon is Lucifer. Whoever this demon is wants something from Adam, maybe he wants to use Adam as a hostage to have some sort of leverage on Lucifer or something like that. So he approaches Adam like "hey I prepared a small getaway just for the two of us! Where nobody will bother us! You don't need to notify anyone, I already made the arrangements", so Adam is surprised but accepts, without realizing he's basically being kidnapped. Maybe Lucifer is into sexcapedes or something, he thinks.

The demon thinks the relationship between them is intimate and emotional so he treats Adam as a lover. He talks sweetly to him and oddly nice. Adam is weirded out but specially confused. Not only have they not fucked ONCE since they got there, but also that's not how they are at all. Nonetheless, the way Lucifer is treating him now feels... Nice...

He didn't think they'd be anything other than fuck buddies and he thought that was all he wanted, but this taste of intimacy feels too good to deny. It all tips over for him when "Lucifer" finally says he loves him. It's said casual, an off-hand comment as if he said that regularly, and Adam is so godsmacked that he doesn't even know what to say back. "Lucifer" doesn't seem to notice, it's as if he didn't realize that was the first time he said it.

But Adam realizes he doesn't mind, and it gets him even... Excited! He finds he's actually really happy! Maybe deepening their relationship won't be so bad after all! Maybe they could try that out!

And then all of that comes to a halt when Adam is finally found, that demon gets the shit beat out of him, and the crew take Adam back home. The whole thing happened so fast, Adam was barely able to process it all. Those last few days have been all a lie. Lucifer doesn't actually want him that way. How could he? He is still the same despicable creature that was abandoned twice and now even a third time by somebody who didn't even love him and was just pretending to do so.

Lucifer is happy to have Adam back, but Adam seems almost devastated. He's completely unharmed, but he stopped coming to him, talking to him, he's cold towards everyone again, barely says a word, spends most of his time in his bedroom... What happened to him?

[sugoi-writes]

Guyliner - Adam x Lucifer

Kinktober Day X (Dacryphilia)

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A/N- Sorry I'm late! I hope the 4k word count makes up for that! Aaaaa! Be sure to check out the Coven's Kinktober works as well! @hazelfoureyes @synamartia @macabr3-barbi3 @fraugwinska and @minkdelovely have made some ABSOLUTELY delectable treats for you all!!!

⚠️Warnings⚠️- MLM, angst, hatefuck, anal, rushed anal prep, licking, biting, shoving, cursing, Adam has a potty mouth, dacryphilia, Lucifer being an absolute whore, "Samael/Sam is used to describe Angelic Luci, and uhh-- yeah! Did i mention ANGST? WITH NO HAPPY ENDING? AHAHAHA-- Time to suffer~

The concert went without a hitch, Adam enthusiastically shredding through the closing number. His head was thrown back, chestnut hair wild as the ecstasy of a great performance washed over him. The first man's chest heaved when he landed on his knees before his audience, a shit-eating grin plastered on his plump face. All in a night’s work! A swift flap of his wings has Adam back on his feet, trudging to the mic. 

"Fuck YEAH!" The angel growled, grabbing the lead mic off its stand,"Thanks for fuckin' rocking out with us tonight! We love ya! GOOD FUCKING NIGHT!!" 

As a trademark of his shows, the overzealous lead singer and guitarist walks away, dropping his microphone as he goes. Meanwhile, the rest of the band is left to bow and wave, thanking the audience once more. The fawning crowd goes into a frenzy, demanding more music and attention. Adam rolls his eyes as they chant to him, laughing breathlessly as he disappears backstage. That was the second encore he had mused tonight… there wasn't a way in Hel– Heaven– he had another song in him. 

The chittering, anxious sound engineers and light technicians blew past Adam to the stage. Even with his stellar performance, they were eager to tear down the set and head out. Among the chaos, Adam was handed a bottle of water and a clean towel. The angel was– or pretended to be– none the wiser as he headed towards his dressing room. He pressed the clean, fluffy cloth to his forehead, still panting from exhaustion as he dabbed the sweat away. His wings naturally hung at his sides when he was tired, hugging his figure with his impressive wingspan. Whether it was natural, or to self soothe, no one was ever sure. 

And even with Adam’s mind going blank, he could hear something higher pitched and nasally coming up beside him. Ohh, right– his attendant ran to catch up with him, blathering on and on. 

"Mr. Adam, sir--" 

"Dick Master," Adam corrects, grinning smugly. His assistant groans, but compiles," Dick Master, sir-- the VIPs are here to meet you. You have about 10 minutes to decompress before the Meet and Greet begins--" 

"Ten fucking minutes?!?," Adam barks back, eyes incredulous

“It would have been longer if not for the encores, sir.” 

The distraught rocker groans, ignoring the fact that this was his own doing," That's not even enough time to yakk it! Or to snag a groupie!!!" 

"Please, sir-- Dick Master, sir-- I was told that this was the latest we could push back. We can't cancel this Meet and Greet. These folks paid good money to see you--" 

Adam waves his hand dismissively, groaning irritably," Damn, DAMN, I get it-- fuuuuuck, I know--I just wanted a bit more time before I had to greet those little cunts. Dammit-- how much time do I have left?" 

"9 minutes and 40 seconds, sir," his assistant squawked, before he was shoved out the way. The larger, lumbering angel starts sprinting, waving over his shoulder dismissively.

"PERFECT, I'll be back in 10!" 

"ADAM!!!" 

Complaints fell onto deaf ears as Adam collapsed in his dressing room, head throbbing from his performance. He had intentionally cranked the volume past the sound ordinance– as always– but never took his own hearing into account when the show was over. The tinnitus-induced headache did little for the angel’s sanity. 

Exasperated with the stiff schedule he had set for himself, Adam swiftly inhaled the water bottle that was given to him. All the while, he was still wiping the sweat off his face. He wouldn’t have much time to compose himself before having to put on another face. Ahh, another performance: the emotional kind. He sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror only to smirk cheekily at his handsome reflection. Maybe he could take a power nap? Or better yet, have a little Me Time, like he threatened? Those fucking chumps would be SCREAMING to touch the hands that had just touched his body... He was sure of it.

Face sufficiently sweat-free, Adam throws his rag away carelessly as he goes to do just that. He freezes when he hears a startled yelp coming from behind. Eyes wide with disbelief, he turns towards the source slowly. His blood runs cold as his eyes finally land on the intruder; to his horror, it was someone he was very familiar with. 

"Hehe... Surprise?" A gentle voice called, tail flicking nervously behind his smaller form. ...Lucifer? LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR? 

"The FUCK are you doing here, Piss Stain? And how in the fuck did you get in here?" Adam scoffs, his 'affectionate' nickname for Lucifer's golden hue rumbling through his chest. Not missing a beat, the fallen angel takes off his hat, letting it rest on a nearby side table.

"Well, I had come to attend a meeting– with the High Seraphims, of course. And I wanted to stop by your show on the way out. I saw– well, heard– uhh, you sounded great!" 

Adam's face scrunches up with hardly concealed disdain, gagging at the sentiment," Gross. ‘Didn't ask for you to stay, fuck face. Rude of you to talk to the Higher Ups about your stupid plan while I wasn't there, bee-tee-dubs. You know I already shut that shit down--" 

"Adam, it wasn't like that--" Lucifer pleaded, his eyes genuine," I swear to Go-- I promise it was the only time they'd allow me in. I wasn't trying to spite you anymore than I already do.” 

A disgruntled huff is his own reply, forcing Lucifer to press on,“They... They wanted to keep us apart, y’know?" 

"For obvious reasons," Adam spat, brushing past Lucifer.  When he made a move to take his arm, Adam jerked away, not wanting to touch a single inch of the devil’s cursed skin. 

"Anyway, as you can see, the show's over. Pack up shop and go back to the shit box you call home. You shouldn't even be lumbering around, considering a demon in Heaven is fair game for extermination." 

"Adam, please-- I'm here on good will. If you wanted to kill me, you would have already tried.” A twitch comes to Adam’s eye, showing that Lucifer was absolutely right. He continues, "I know there are rules, and I know it may not be safe, but… I wanted to see the show, I... I wanted to hear your voice again. Despite everything." 

Adam slowly turned back towards the fallen angel, his eyes narrowing. For once, Adam searched his face carefully, unable to believe the gentle tone that Lucifer spoke with.

"...why the FUCK would you wanna do that? Last time I talked to you, it was more yelling than talking. AND, you punched me in the fucking face after you-- Ugh, after you and her--" 

Adam stammered over his words, face red as he tried to restrain himself. Anger suited his face all too well, hard creases setting in his brow. His frustration of being around someone– especially a mortal enemy– has his rage simmering above the surface. 

Lucifer's eyes widened upon seeing Adam rapidly blinking, tears welling in the tired musician's eyes. The angel was quick to rub harshly at his lids, snarling with a thick, palpable venom at his former friend. 

"Why the He– why the fuck do you want to see me so badly? Huh?" Adam questioned, unbridled anger threatening to overtake him. When Lucifer reached out, Adam flinched again, avoiding eye contact. Lucifer sighed, retracting his hand slowly– he could take a hint, at the very least. 

Even now, with threats and tension hanging in the air, Lucifer was distracted by Adam's eyes. His eyeliner had been smudged near his tear ducts, an irritated, distinct chafe forming a downward arch from the outer edge of his. This showed two things: one, he would cry soon enough. And for two: he did so quite often. It was a thought that never crossed Lucifer’s mind until now, but it also managed to break his heart.

"…Adam, today marks the day when we– y'know– all those years ago?" Lucifer cautiously stated, beating around the bush as if it were filled with landmines. And in his case, it probably was.

Adam’s shoulders tensed, his lip trembling," The FUCK are you on about?" he rasped, voice cracking as his anger continued to build. 

"The kiss, Adam. The kiss in Eden," Lucifer said plainly," Y'know... Back when you weren't totally sure about your sexuality? When you... questioned it?" 

Adam had a full-bodied, visceral reaction, whipping around to face Lucifer directly. A memory he had long-since buried now floated to the surface like an Old Man log. The painful reminder stood at full mast in the murky, choppy waves of his mind. Adams eyes, heavily irritated from rubbing them, are on the verge of breeching with fresh tears. His pristine white teeth are borne, tone deadly," Don't you DARE bring that shit up again. You know it was a mistake--" 

"I didn't think so at all–" Lucifer corrected," I never have! I never WILL. I came here to talk about this--" 

Adam shoves Lucifer away roughly, his body striking the far wall of his dressing room abruptly. The space created is soon destroyed by the aggressor, hand slamming against the wall just beside Lucifer's head. Completely caged by the larger man, he listened as Adam barks down at him. 

"Was porking my wife not a mistake either?!?" Adam hissed, causing Lucifer to get defensive. 

"Adam, I wasn't trying to bring that up again–" 

"Yeah, well now it's up again!!! There ya go, Lulu, it's on the fucking table!! So what– you're coming back here just to rub it in my fucking face?! The kiss, Lilith, Eve– all of it?!?" 

"I'm not trying to rub SHIT anywhere! Especially not because OF–or ON–you!!! How do you not get that?!" Lucifer yelled, grabbing his wrist harshly. Adam recoiled but was unable to move under the unyielding power of the Devil. Adam opened his mouth, ready to throw toxic vitriol the fallen angel's way... That is, until a gentle, blackened hand held his cheek. Adam didn't move a muscle as a thumb ran across his skin faintly, the tender act causing a heated tear to finally fall. Lucifer was deathly calm, and irrationally sweet to the simmering angel.

"Wh-what... The fuck... Luci--" 

"Adam," Lucifer said firmly," ...we've both been... Lonely. It's certainly not a secret... And, it's not a secret that Lilith and I don't see eye to eye right now. She... She hasn't been home. Not for a long time." 

The startled angel takes pause, eyes wide and still searching for a lie– for some sort of trick or deceit. Finding none on Lucifer’s face, he presses for more information concerning his former wife.

"How long?" Adam growled

"2 years," Lucifer lamented, his voice much weaker than before. It was his turn to feel his emotions mounting, his eyes becoming misty from the thought.

"...And a part of me thinks she won't ever be back." 

Adam hesitates, breath uneven as Lucifer grows closer. He didn't miss the shift in his cheeks, a light, dusty rose rising quickly to the surface. Lucifer pressed on, testing the waters. 

"...I missed this, you know. I missed how close we used to be, Adam. I was so... innocent back then. A naive angel who had been far too curious… and, I’ll admit, a little selfish." 

Adam didn't make any moves to correct him as Lucifer's other hand came up, holding his round face properly. Even now, amber colored eyes couldn't find the ill intent that the angel was searching for.

"And you... You were so handsome. So strong, so confident... Even when you knew so very little about the world and God’s Plan. You are handsome still, by the way…” Adam’s breath hitched as Lucifer wiped away a stray tear, the touch much warmer and desirable than he cared to admit.

“But you know… I was attracted to all of that. The bravado, the confidence. It's... God, it's part of the reason why I fell so hard in the garden."

“F-Fell…?” Adam echoed weakly, daring him to clarify. Lucifer laughs, a sadness settling over his heart as took a deep breath.

“S-Sam, please, don’t–” Adam pleaded weakly as he tried to pull away, only to be held in place once more. A gentle kiss to Adam’s cheek was all it took for the both of them to shatter.

"I didn't just fall in love with Lilith that day, you know. I was head over heels for you too, you fucking idiot..." 

Adam held his breath as Lucifer closed the distance between their bodies, the demon yanking Adam down by his neck to kiss him. For a moment, Adam’s world went white, tinnitus roaring as he struggled to think through his next action. 

The kiss was drawn out– as chaste as Lucifer's touch had been. Even when Adam didn't reciprocate, Lucifer didn't want to pull away. It took the taller man pushing him away for them to finally part. Lucifer’s back pressed to the wall once more, but he made no attempts to squirm away as Adam loomed over him. Even now, Lucifer stared at the winded, hysterical angel, unable to tell if he was going to be strangled or kissed. The sentiment sent a surge of courage through his body, helping him to act without thinking. The demon pressed further to see what Adam would do to him.

"You're as beautiful as the day I left," Lucifer mused, lost in the misty, golden eyes of the man he hurt so long ago. He hated to make Adam cry… but he loved the way his eyeliner began to run down his flushed cheeks. A bitter reward for a somber, too-late confession.

Adam shuddered, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of Lucifer’s words," Fuck you and your stupid confession, you liar--" 

Despite his harsh remark, Adam caved in to his mental struggle. Fuck it. He would choose Sam–now Lucifer– any day of the week. ...Even if it risked much more than his position in Heaven, as much as he hated to admit it.

The first man yanked the demon off of his feet and back in for a heated, messy kiss. The contact was more urgent now; teeth clattering and tongues sliding along one another as Adam reciprocated physically– like Hell he was using his words. 

Lucifer was pliable and eager, unable to fight for the reigns as Adam asserted himself. Like a perfect puzzle piece, his body molded to his with little issue. A moan was devoured by the former human’s mouth, and a grunt was thrown back as a reward. The devil, in all of his woes and desperation, clung to it like his immortal life depended on it.  Talons fisted handfuls of fabric, hands blindly groping around for places to caress and skin to squeeze. Lucifer practically swooned over how soft and plush Adam had become... Large thighs and hips supported his new stature, though he could feel the muscle that lay just beneath the soft, surface level flesh. Adam found himself sweating bullets, unable to process what he was doing. Lucifer's body hardly changed a bit... Not since they-- FUCK. 

"F-Fuck... Fuck you, you fucking--" Adam gasped breathlessly, his hands hastily cupping the meat of Lucifer's hips. The demon groaned at the manhandling but allowed it all the same. 

"Ahhn~ Well, I'm trying to get to that part--" Lucifer quipped," The fucking, that is--" 

Adam looks to the clock hanging above his vanity, grunting from agitation," Shit-- only 4 minutes left– ugh, why am I even telling you that?!" 

Lucifer grins, kissing Adam's cheek," I don't think either of us can last that long, Big Guy… At least, knowing how long my dry spell is." 

"Speak for yourself, asshole," Adam jabs, kneading Lucifer's ass feverishly, "I could have anyone in this room at the drop of a fucking hat–”

The fallen angel laughs before he bites his lower lip, mewling under his scrutiny,” I don't doubt it, Adam–” 

"Take this off, now," the brunette commanded abruptly, not wanting Lucifer to say another word. And within a flash, Adam touched the pale, marbled skin of Lucifer's ass. He hadn’t realized that his magic had stripped both of them instantaneously, yelping when he felt a warm hand running down his chest. The feeling of long, well-groomed talons grazing the hair that grew there wasn’t unwelcome… in fact, he practically hummed as he felt a familiar warmth flood his loins. He hesitated, not expecting Lucifer to act so quickly... before he guided his hand lower. Again– fuck it. 

"Don't worry about going easy on me, by the way... I can take it," Lucifer assured, eyes fluttering when Adam probed at his entrance experimentally. The needy whine that erupted made Adam's cock kick with imminent need. His brows furrowed as he buried his face into Lucifer’s neck, hiding his face as he grumbled. He wasn't sure what to be mad at: Lucifer, for his perfect, malleable body, or his petulant, always-half-hard cock that throbbed from the tiniest whine.

"I-Im not-- I've never--"

"--Fucked a man in the ass? Yeah, I could tell," Lucifer laughs, amused by Adam’s disgruntled, indignant grunt.

"I prepared in advance for this. You don't have to do anything except take it– take me.”  

Adam hissed when he felt the tightness of Lucifer's entrance yield to him, two fingers managing to push in with ease. All of this work, for a near 99% chance to be turned down? Adam had to admit: Lucifer was either stupid or that fucking desperate. 

"You're fucking disgusting, you know that? Of course you had this shit planned from the start–" 

Lucifer grins, kissing his temple as he shuddered," I was always your favorite angel, wasn't I~?" 

Adam took Lucifer’s offer and chose not to hold back. He aligned his throbbing cock to Lucifer’s hole, before burying himself into the smaller man’s heat. He hissed as he thrust down to the base of his manhood, looking to the fallen angel’s face sheepishly. Lucifer had winced from the intrusion but found himself growing hotter from the mistreatment. A part of him knew he didn't deserve any coddling... And yet, the thrill of just being speared on Adam's cock made him feel like he was ascending. He felt like he was actively and truly alive. A heated, tense stare was shared between the two, before Adam dared to begin.

He hoisted Lucifer up higher by the meat of his thighs, wrapping his trembling legs over his hips. He didn't warn Lucifer as he began seeking the deepest parts the Demon had to offer him, his guilt thrown somewhere far away. Lucifer lost himself in Adam's eyes, searching for the mutual feeling that danced on the tip of his tongue. Said tongue became forked, despite his best efforts to keep his demonic traits at bay.

True, the look in Adam's eyes didn't quite match his own... But a fire brewed just the same. If that was all he could get, Lucifer would take and take until he couldn't anymore. He wanted to taste the salt of Adam's tears on his tongue– to smudge the makeup covering his face onto his own. The miserable, heartbroken look on his face absolutely enchanted him; he would ensure that he could remember it for the rest of his life.

It was the same look that haunted his nightmares... the same one that would taunt his feverish, heated dreams. Despite the conflicting sight, it made the fire in Lucifer’s belly flourish to an untamable blaze. He couldn’t control his moans, mouth wide open and tongue lolling just past his sharp teeth as he was thrust into over and over again.

It’s the same look, Lucifer thought again. The same look Adam made when he realized he loved Lucifer. The same look Adam wore when Lucifer had broken his trust and whisked Lilith away for good. Anger, betrayal, and yearning… a deadly, seductive cocktail that Lucifer practically drowned himself in. Call him depraved... but Lucifer was spellbound by Adam's anguish. 

Adam's hips began to stutter, the warmth of another person's body bringing him close to the edge. He slammed his eyes shut, coaxing his tears to stop falling. This didn't feel right–none of this had– but physically, it's exactly what he fucking needed. God dammit!!!

Adam's grip on Lucifer's thighs tighten, nails digging into the pale flesh unapologetically. He felt himself groaning hungrily when Lucifer mewled, his partner's hole tightening around his cock deliriously. And there was that tongue-- that tongue that hang out of his mouth as he drooled.

The mere idea of a serpentine, eager muscle lapping at his skin didn't make matters easier for Adam. He was unable to catch his breath as Lucifer made it a reality, quite literally consuming his tears. It was something that should be barbaric, but in his current state, it was irrationally hot. 

Adam's mind flashed with images of Lucifer taking his cock into his mouth, struggling to accommodate for his girth as his tongue slithered across the underside of his member. He could almost feel his tongue stimulating the sensitive underside, the flexible muscle dancing in a conniving, sinful pattern. At this rate, he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept thinking of that tongue.

"Cl-Close--" Adam gritted, "God, so fucking close--" 

This would be the only courtesy Lucifer received as Adam turned him around, choosing to slam the smaller man and his putty-like body against the wall face-first. Lucifer shrieked in pleasure, his mouth receiving two calloused fingers to shut him up.

"Mmphhn! Nnnngh~ nnnhh! Nhh– Hnnn!" Lucifer wailed, whining with each impact of Adam’s hips. 

"Sh-Shut up-- Dammit, shut the fuck UP– Unless you want to get fucking caught! " 

Between the new angle, Lucifer’s fluttering entrance, and the debauched noises thrown his way: Adam couldn't hold out any longer. Two harsh, uneven thrusts were all it took for Adam to peak. His perfect, white teeth sunk into Lucifer's shoulder, drowning out his roaring release. Lucifer was no better, fresh tears running down his face as his bullied prostate finally sent him spiraling into an intense orgasm. Both bodies gyrated and ground against each other, milking the overwhelming sensation for a few seconds longer. And for a moment, everything was quiet between the pair.

The two of them stayed connected, unable to part amidst the intense sensations wound down. The volatile, raging storm that brewed in Adam’s mind had dissipated into an eerily quiet drizzle. Adam couldn't stifle his broken gasp among the silence, his cock still throbbing in Lucifer's tight hole. 

The angel dared to look to his right, the clock revealing he had exceeded his time by five minutes. Fuck–

"Alright, you had your way, your ass was tight, now get out." 

Lucifer hiccupped as Adam pulled out hastily, fumbling to the floor when his legs gave out," F-Fuck... Fuck, Adam, you're-- amazing..." 

The angel in question didn't justify him with an answer, hastily wiping the ruined makeup off his face as he looked for his clothes. To his relief, they laid across his makeup chair, ready to be donned. The rockstar stormed to his vanity and uncapped his eyeliner, hastily relining his waterline in an effort to appear normal. From his spot on the floor, Lucifer chuckled as he made himself presentable, the sound of a portal opening breaching the awkward tension. 

"Adam..." Lucifer said more urgently, his eyes wistful. The metal-loving angel stops, allowing himself to look over. 

"What do you want now--" 

The first man was at a loss of words. For a moment, he didn’t see the traitorous angel that broke his heart twice. Instead, he saw the gold and blue, ever-radiant angel, granting him a dazzling smile. The smile that rivaled the Sun... Sam. The soon-to-be Morningstar. His beauty really was captured in the name...

"...I don't know if I can see you again– at least, not here. And I know you're hurting too... But I meant every word that I said before." Lucifer stands to his full height, allowing his horns, his eyes, and other aspects of his demonic form to spring out. 

"...you could come to Hell, though. Outside the extermination visits. I'll wait for you, if you decide to seek my company again.” 

Adam is suddently stricken with a grief he hadn't realized he possessed, frozen in place as Lucifer fell backwards into the golden portal. 

“Wh-What– Wait, Sam–”

"Until next time, Big Guy." 

In a flash, The King of Hell vanished, leaving the husk of a rockstar behind. Adam had no time to cope, hand running through his greasy hair as he choked on a sob. He startles as a furious series of knocks clammer at the door. 

"Adam!!! Ugh, Dick Master, sir!!! You're late to the Meet and Greet!! What is taking so long, sir?!"

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Wdym this wasn’t how episode 8 went

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Lucifer: "Your wives preffer me over you, they said I'm a better lover than you could ever be~"

Adam: "How fucking ironic that I'm the best lay you ever had in your long sad life but you were never my best, Michael is. You're just a middle one that when I remember I think "That is it? That is why they both left me!?" and adding to how much sincere you was about loving what I could offer made me feel so much better with myself and go forward with my life. I was always better than Lilbitch, who the angels never cared as much as me and Wasted Rib, who unlike me fell into hell even if in the end of the day both of us ate your damm Apple."

For a moment Lucifer's eyes open wide like he had been taken back by a blow.

Lucifer: "Y-you did what?! Fuck you Adam!" His eyes turns completelly red.

Adam: "Hehehe, your brother already do it."