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scekrex · 2 months

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YOU ASKED FOR MORE ADAM REQUESTS SO UH HERE I AM

so yk how adam knew angel dust was a pornstar when charlie mentioned his name. uh i have not been able to get that out of my head because he knew him by NAME it wasnt just like he passed by an angel dust billboard cause those are probably fucking everywhere and was like “cool” NO bro looked at it closely enough to know his name by memory— anywaysss what about adam x male reader whos a pornstar cause thats cool dhdkd maybe he sees an ad with the reader on it or something and gets intrigued 😋 anyways have a super silly day

I fucking adore you for that prompt bc the fact that Adam knew Angel by name was/is stuck in my brain too and I've been meaning to write pornstar!male!reader for a while, you simply gave me an actual reason to do so. Also the warmest, cuddliest hugs to @ultimateissuessimp who not only helped me to come up w a plot but also fixed my writers block xoxo to you bro.

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me

pairing: Adam x pornstar!male!reader

warnings: language, smut, sex without consent (it's not Adam guys, chill), mention of sexual abuse, choking (with and without consent), unprotected sex, reader dies (then he ends up in heaven)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your pimp massaged his temples and sighed, “Stop acting like a fucking picky whore, if you want your fucking money you'll do the job.” You crossed your arms over your chest, you were having none of it.

It had been a couple of years since you started doing what you did, it had been a couple of years since you had dedicated yourself to that fucking asshole who was trying to force you into something that was way outside your comfort zone. So you have learned to stand up for yourself, to say no. And usually that was fine because usually your clients weren't some snobby bitches with an ass full of money. This time your client was exactly that though, and that asshole of boss - at this point you were sure you could call him that - saw the money and nothing but the money. So a ‘no’ wasn't on the table for you this time as it seemed.

“Fuck you, I'm telling ya, I'm not doing that bullshit,” you told the man in front of you. He however simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, “You’re gonna drop that fucking attitude of yours right fucking now because you're gonna do it, if you want or not is irrelevant.” You huffed and ripped your arm from his grip, “Fucking fine, but if that whore breaks me it's on you.” At that your boss chuckled deeply as he gave your cheek a light pat, “Good boy.”

So there you were huh? In a room with some asshole you didn't trust the slightest bit.

It didn't take long for the man to not only undress himself but also to basically tear the fabric off your body - quite literally because your shirt was being ripped open and he yanked your pants down hard enough for the stitches to give out on it.

Your mind went blank after that, everything was just a hazy blur as you tried to get it over with. There were cold hands on your body, then you fell, the landing was surprisingly soft.

A scream filled with pain ripped from your throat as the man thrusted in, in, in until he was fully inside of you, no lube, no preparation. A hand was firmly pressed against your mouth and while probably not intended, he also covered your nose leaving you no way to breathe but you took it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? With that hand on your lips? Yeah, pretty impossible. You also doubted that the asshole would care about your wants. It all went down when his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, he didn't even try to ask for consent, he just took what he wanted, maybe needed.

Your hands were on his wrists in an instant, your nails dug into his skin in order to try and push his hands off of you but to no result, he was stronger. And then the hazy blur faded to black.

When Adam read the news about his favorite porn actor being killed he was quite furious.

The news articles all stated the same, that some rich bitch had paid for a session with you - an recorded one on top of it - and had choked you to death. And on top of that the manager of you had published the video, hell Adam was even able to see you die at his hands.

The news articles also blamed you for not giving him any signals to stop, Adam thought that was bullshit. He had followed your porn career for a while now, he had seen interviews too, if only two - it wasn't like many people wanted to interview pornstars on a daily base - he knew you had this little rule about consent and therefore he knew you had given the man signals he just tended to ignore them.

“Can you fucking believe it, Lute?” he asked angrily as he held his phone in front of her face, on the tiny screen there was a news article about your death, a picture of your corpse covered by a white sheet was also featured. Lute looked at it briefly, then shrugged, “Who cares? Just another whore that'll end up in hell.” Adam put down his phone and grabbed Lute by her shirt, “Watch your fucking mouth, he wasn't like the rest of those disgusting sluts.” Lute just shot him a weird look and mumbled a quiet, “Whatever, Sir,” as Adam let go of her clothes.

When the world around you got bright you were confused, what had happened?

You found yourself in someone's office, the walls were painted white and there were golden accents to make the room seem less stirile. “Where the fuck am I?” you asked, visibly confused as three pairs of eyes stared at you, one of them was a small girl, she looked delighted to see you. Then there was a woman, you figured it must have been her mother or something like that, she offered you a small smile. The last one was the face of a man who seemed to be equally confused as you were at first, but soon his expression softened a little.

“Well look who we have here,” the man spoke and got out of his seat to walk over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he shot you a sharp grin.

“Welcome to heaven, Y/N.”

It took a good while for you to get used to the afterlife you were expecting, it looked like your beliefs had been with you and that God had decided to put you out of your misery and send you to heaven a little sooner than you had thought. Not that you complained though, the company was better than the people that had surrounded you on earth.

Adam and you had grown to be close friends in no time and soon after your bond had increased so much you had asked the first man out. He had agreed and so the two of you started dating.

He was surprisingly soft with you - was it really surprising though, given that he knew how you had died? No, not really. But it was nice that he accepted your ‘no’ without further questions - sometimes, when he was really into something you said no to, he sat down with you and talked it out, gave you all the options to stop whenever it got too much or you simply didn't like it. Consensual sex without fighting for what you wanted and didn't want was new to you, it wasn't something your former boss or former clients had ever given you.

But that all shattered when Adam requested something that really didn't sit right with you.

“Fuck no,” you exclaimed, and got up from the bed, “No choking, not after-” you cut yourself off, you weren't able to say it out loud, not yet at least, “No.” Adam sighed, he wasn't annoyed or frustrated, he was actually able to understand the situation you were in quite well. “Babes, I’m not gonna hurt you like that bastard did,” he explained himself while also giving you the space you needed, otherwise you'd feel cornered and that was the least thing he wanted you to feel in that moment.

You knew that, in the name of God, you fucking knew Adam wouldn't choke you unconscious and he most importantly wouldn't kill you again by doing so but it felt wrong to let anyone grab you by the throat with the slightest bit of force. “Adam,” you pleaded, your eyes begging him to drop the topic. Adam's body language softened and he patted on the bed, a nonverbal request for you to sit down again. You hesitated for a moment, then you sat down again.

His wing wrapped around you immediately and his arms pulled you to sit on his lap. His chin was resting on your shoulder as he softly spoke, “I’m not asking you to live through a full fucking session, I'm asking you to try it, to let me show you how it's properly done. You can always tell me to stop and I'll be off of you in an instant. I won't ask you to ever try it again if you don't like it.” The brunette's hands rested on your chest, one of them slowly moved upwards to caress your neck and acting out of instincts you leaned into the soft and warm touch of his.

You thought about it. You thought about it for a while and you came to the conclusion that Adam was right. Trying was okay, trying meant you were allowed to hate it. So you hummed in agreement adding a quiet, “Okay.”

Soft lips were kissing your throat and you tilted your head upwards to offer Adam more excess. The first man gladly took it as an invitation to leave hickeys on the soft skin of yours which earned him a throaty moan. “Someone’s fucking horny,” Adam grinned and pressed his palm against the slowly growing bulge in your pants. You immediately lifted your hips to chase the friction that was given to you, a deep groan was ringing through Adam's ears, fuck he could listen to the sounds you were making all day. “You’re one to talk,” you breathlessly countered and lifted your knee against Adam's crotch. The taller man's hips stuttered and his wings flapped in excitement at the newfound and unexpected friction. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled against your throat as his fingers clawed at your shoulders and his nails dug into your skin, the pain it caused was different than the pain men had brought you back on earth, the pain Adam was giving to you always felt so deliciously holy and you could drown in it.

You have had sex before with all kinds of men, rude and harsh ones, shy and soft ones, ones that took what they wanted and then left without the slightest thought of satisfying you. But with Adam it was different, Adam always made sure you were feeling as much pleasure as he was experiencing and if he were to get too caught up to jerk you off, he'd blow you afterwards.

Your fingers itched towards the hem of Adam's robe and pulled the soft fabric up until his lower half was exposed. “Get that stupid shit off, it's cockblocking us,” you growled with lust audible in your voice. That was something Adam was quick to do, he was always so eager to get undressed for you, no matter what, no matter when.

Once Adam's robe had hit the floor, your clothes were joining it in no time. Your naked bodies were pressed together, his lips never left your skin long enough for you to actually miss them, they were on you constantly. “Gonna fuck that brain out of your pretty head babes, it'll be all you will be able to think about for the entire week,” the first man whispered in a deep, aroused voice that gave you the most pleasant kind of goosebumps you've ever had and your body shuddered against his lips. “You gotta try real hard for that, you sure you can fuck me that well?” you teased, very much aware that, yes, he was able to do as he had just said, he had proven it before and he'd prove it again. “Watch it, whore,” he grinned up at you and then your nipple disappeared between his lips and another moan tore from your throat to let the first man know what an incredible job he was doing.

Back on earth you had disliked, maybe even hated the term. It was always used as an insult that was supposed to play down what you were doing but when Adam said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing to achieve, to be called whore by Adam was something you took with pride, something that made your body heat rush to all the right areas.

“Nah,” you replied and even though it was more of a whine than an actual statement, you confidently continued, “You like it when I use my mouth and we both fucking know it.” Adam's wings twitched at the thought of you sucking him off and his eyes revealed that he liked the idea - not for now though, now you two had other plans. “Sure do, babes, sure do,” the brunette agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bedside table earlier.

That was also another thing you appreciated about the sex with Adam, while he made sure you were feeling that holy version of pain earth could never compare to, he was also gentle, well as gentle as someone like Adam could be. But he prepared you, always did, and he was the type of guy who'd rather use too much lube than not enough.

At first it had been weird for you that Adam knew about your carrier, in the name of Lord above that motherfucker had seen you die because of that stupid porno. But it turned out to be quite useful for him to have all that knowledge about your past, that way he knew how far he was allowed to go without constantly having to ask you. He did check on your well-being during sex though, a thing you appreciated very much. He also knew about the things you were into, figuring his kinks out was as easy as breathing, the first man did nothing to hide the things that turned him on.

Adam covered his fingers in lube, waited a moment for the liquid to warm up and then slowly started to push his index finger inside of you. Your back arched and your hips rocked down on his finger, taking it like it was a daily thing - maybe because it was. “Gimme the second one,” you breathed out and watched as Adam moved his hand a little, his index finger almost slipped out and you were about to complain but before you had the chance to, two fingers were thrusted inside of you and you groaned, “That’s what I'm talking ‘bout, pretty boy.”

“Just look at the filthy little slut you are,” his hand moved up and down your side before it stilled on your hip bone, “So fucking eager to take the first dick ever made.” You nodded, “And so fucking ready too, so what ya waiting for, big guy?” Your lips had curled up into a shit eating grin as you challenged him, “Scared you'll hurt me?” Oh and that made something inside of Adam snap.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, causing you to complain about the emptiness you were left with. “Adam,” you whined and wiggled your ass closer to his hips, “I can take both, your fingers and your dick.” That earned you a light slap on your hips, “Don’t be so fucking impatient, you'll get what is needed to shut your mouth.” “I think it'll make me open up instead, moaning yo-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan because the brunette had just bottomed out inside of you without any kind of warning. And the burn that came with it from how wide his dick stretched you was beautiful through and through.

“Don’t just fucking talk about moaning my name, do it,” he demanded and gripped your hips firmly to keep you from squirming, he didn't move however, gave you the time you needed to get used to the feeling. Oh the self control this man had was driving you insane. “Goddamn it, fuck me already, what use is it to have the first dick inside of me when it doesn't fucking do shit,” you whined as you threw your head back into the pillows.

Adam didn't move his hips, however he leaned over you and wrapped his left hand around your throat, there was no pressure at all, just the feeling of his hand. For a moment panic flooded your brain and your body screamed at you to make him stop, to tell him not to fucking touch you like that, but then he spoke up and his voice was so soft, sounded so worried, “You decide when it is too much, if this is too much you simply say so and I won't touch you like that again unless you ask for it like a good fucking boy you can be.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, his hand was still on your throat but you relaxed. “No, it's okay,” you whispered without looking at him, then added, “Now get to the fucking point and fuck my brains out like you promised.” And then there was pressure on your throat but at the same time the brunette started to move his hips, the pace at which his hips slammed in and out was bruising but it was exactly what you needed. You bared your throat as much as you could, showing him that it was okay, showing him that you trusted him with this, “Fuck, Adam.”

The sound of Adam's balls slapping against your ass filled the room and while one hand was firmly yet not painfully wrapped around your throat, the other slowly slid up your torso until it reached your nipple, the skilful fingers of your lover twisted it in such delicious ways that moan after moan spilled from your lips and Adam admired it, admired you. He was purely enchanted whenever you got vocal during sex - which was quite often.

“Fucking right, whore, moan for me ‘n’ my dick,” he hissed before he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, your back arched off the mattress even more, your hips tried to chase his whenever he pulled out only to slam himself back in again a second later. A whine fell from your lips and seeped into the kiss, your wings closed around his back, trapping the both of you behind feathers but neither of you minded, you were both too caught up in pleasure to care about such things. “Adam, please,” you moaned as your hips helplessly moved in sync with his own, “Fucking touch me.”

Normally Adam would make you beg for it, deny you your orgasm for as long as he could, but not that day. You had been doing so well for him, had tried something that neither of you were sure you would like. You had given him your trust by allowing you to touch in ways no one ever touched you with consent and he wanted to reward you for it, wanted to give you what you so desperately graved. As he attempted to let go of your throat you stopped him. Your hand tightly gripped his wrist in order to keep his hand where it was and you looked him in the eyes as you said, “I fucking dare you to stop choking me, use your other hand to jerk me off.”

He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through his body but he did as he was told and once his hand had started to stroke your dick, it only took you a few moments to reach your climax. The white wetness covered your stomach, a few drops even reached Adam's chest but you were too fucked out to pay any mind to it, all that you were able to focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam. Adam, who was fucking you through your orgasm to chase his own, Adam who didn't take much longer to reach his peak, Adam who filled you up with his cum until it started to leak.

The first man breathed heavily on top of you as he pulled out, a weak snap of his fingers cleaned both of your bodies before he fell into the sheets beside you. Well to be fair he had landed on your wing instead of the mattress but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turned around to face him and curled up against his chest, Adam wrapped his entire body around you in order to keep you warm and protected.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He kissed your head softly.

“Anything for you, babes.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you #smut

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ramhaiba · 2 months

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𝖧𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖵𝗈𝗐𝗌 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖, ℕ𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

MINOR DO NOT INTERACT SERIES TW: Violence, Sexual themes, major character death,tba

previous chapter

"Nobara, what am I looking at?" you laughed, staring at the carefully laid black gown on your bed.

"I don't know but it's awful" Nobara replied, staring at the dress's lack of detail, and poor stitching. "Megumi is expecting me to wear this. Tonight. In front of his entire family," you added, standing next to Nobara as you both looked at the dress.

"Well, Megumi is going to just see you in the dress I personally picked out for you" Nobara smiled, walking towards your wooden closet, and dramatically opening the doors. There was one of the most beautiful corset dress you've ever seen, elegantly dangling on the coat hanger, basically begging you to wear it.

"Judging by your silence, I'm going to assume that the dress that I have so gracefully blessed you has left you speechless. However, if you could say something it probably would be 'Nobara Kugisaki is the best lady in waiting ever and she has the nicest hair in this castle." Nobara mimicked, a grin on her lips.

"It's perfect" you uttered, tracing your finger on the hem of the dress. "Thank you, Nobara" you added.

"I know. I'm great" Nobara laughed, crossing her arms.

"Well, I'll trust that you can get changed by yourself because I also intend to look my best if I'm going to meet blood thirsty conquers " Nobara added, patting your shoulder as she walked passed you.

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You were tightening the corset of your dress, looking at yourself through your bedroom's vanity as Megumi walked through your door- not bothering to knock, pausing in this track, scanning your outfit.

"You're not wearing the dress I picked out" he uttered, eyes narrowing. "Well, I thought I would wear something nice when I'm meeting my future in-laws" You replied, a passive-aggressive smile across your lips. Megumi huffed, blowing a strand of dark hair off his forehead, "Let me tighten that for you, you're taking forever."

"You don't have to" you replied but it was pointless, Megumi was already behind you, so close to you that you could feel his breath hit the nape of your neck. His fingers trace your corset before wrapping the ribbons around his digits and gently pulling them.

He wrapped his palm around your waist, slowly spinning you to face him, "the dress is...alright. I suppose" he mumbled.

"Well unlike you, I understand women's fashion" you teased causing Megumi to roll his eyes. "I don't care what you wear or even how you look like. Honestly, it'll all be about the way your actions that matter to me. All the dresses I've assigned you were meant for mere comfort, not fashion" he added.

God, of course, a guy like Megumi doesn't care about looks- He's already naturally beautiful.

"What happened to your hand, Y/n." Megumi huffed, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts, his eyes widening as his attention was caught by your bandaged hand.

"N-nothing" you replied, trying to laugh his worries away, hiding your palm behind your back. "It's not nothing. I'm your fiancé. You can't hide these types of things from me" Megumi mumbled, gently holding your bandaged palm, tracing his thumb on it.

"Sorry," you replied, unsure what you were apologizing for. "Did someone do this to you? Was it one of the twins?" Megumi asked, slightly panicked, aware that his family could be quite... impulsive sometimes. "No-no, this was all me. I picked up a shard of glass by mistake" you replied, trying to wave him off. Megumi sighed, shaking his head, "god, please be more careful next time."

"I usually am" you mumbled, unsure why Megumi is such a concern when he almost fed you to wolves...Maybe because he thought someone else hurt you?

"Tonight is going to be one of the most important dinners you'll ever have. That's why I want you to let me do all the speaking for you" Megumi advised.

"So, you want me to shut up and just eat dinner. That sounds unreasonable, doesn't it?" you asked, eyes narrowing. "Well- If you put it that way of course it sounds bad" Megumi muttered, an irritated expression on his face.

"Well is there anyone I'm 'allowed' to talk to" you replied. Megumi took a moment to think, "Am I not enough conversationalist to entertain you, Y/n?" Megumi questioned causing you to roll your eyes.

As the night approached, you found yourself at the birthday dinner you had been dreading all day, a chair filled with members of the Zenin clan, each one of them looking more rugged than the first.

And of course- you're 'fresh meat' so you'll be their subject of interest tonight. There was a person that made you sick to your stomach, a certain blonde hair, ear pierced, brown-eyed Zenin member. Also known as Naoya Zenin.

"Y/n, how are you liking living in the Zenin manor," Naoya asked, sitting across from you on the long wooden detailed dining table, his head resting on his palm.

"She's getting used to it" Megumi answered for you, blue eyes narrowing at Naoya. "I think she can answer for herself. There's no reason to be quiet, I mean we're going to be family soon, right?" Naoya laughed. Megumi directed his glare at you, giving you a subtle nod to speak.

"I'm still learning what things are like in this family" you uttered.

Naoya clapped his hands, "I suppose us, Zenins, is a bit different from... Wherever you came from" Naoya laughed.

"My father told me that you and Megumi were arranged, is this correct?" Naoya questioned, leaning over the table.

"Yes, my father agreed to Mr. L/n's proposal" Megumi answered for you again, his tone stern.

Naoya clicked his tongue, "You should be lucky, Toji agreed. Y/n here is quite the looker" Naoya chuckled to himself, knowing that he's overstepping boundaries.

Megumi rolled his eyes at the comment, "that's a bold statement to say to her fiance" Megumi replied.

"What? It's not like you actually love her" Naoya blurted.

"We're Zenins. We don't fall in love" Naoya added.

Megumi went silent, unable to argue with Naoya's logic causing a big smirk to lay on Naoya's lips.

"So, when will you be giving us the next Zenin child?" Naoya asked, shamelessly.

"Excuse me." you laughed as a response.

The rest of the night was quite...unpleasant, filled with constant nagging and a drunk Toji who tried to find someone to gamble with.

As you try to laugh off a somewhat controversial joke made by Naoya, from the corner of your eye you spot Megumi slipping away to the balcony. You excused yourself from a disappointed Naoya- only letting you go because you promised you'd 'consider' letting him give you a speech at your wedding.

"Megumi" you called out, pushing the window's curtain aside as you stepped onto the balcony, the midnight sky illuminated the stars, a soft breeze brushing against the branches of the forest, Megumi's back pressed against the balcony's railing, his eyes closed as if he's trying to regain his composure from that awful dinner.

"It's cold out here, you should go back inside" Megumi uttered, his eyes remaining closed, admiring the breeze pushing his hair off his face.

"Probably...but I wanted to give you your gift first" you responded, opening your purse to pull out a tiny silver gift box.

Megumi sighed, reluctantly taking your gift into his hand, "You didn't have to get me anything, honestly I don't care about my birth-" Megumi paused, his pupils dilating as he unboxed the chain, holding the piece of jewelry up.

"Where did you get this" he asked.

"In a box store in the cellar. I figured the 'F' stood for Fushiguro. So I polished it for your birthday gift" you lied, praying Toji's story was believable.

"It's not mine. It's my mother's" Megumi confessed, putting the chain back into its box.

"I-it is? Sorry, I- I seriously had no idea" you apologized, feeling guilty about reminding someone about their dead mother...on their birthday.

"No. Don't be. It's a lovely gift. Thank you." Megumi responded, his lips subtly turning into a sweet smile.

"If you don't mind me asking...why do you go by Fushiguro- and not Zenin?" you questioned.

Megumi sighed, "My father took my mother's last name. When I was four- the old assholes in there asked me if I wanted to go by Zenin or Fushiguro like my dad. I picked Fushiguro, I don't know why- maybe to honor my mom or something. Never really got the chance to know her" Megumi answered.

"Because of the trials," you uttered, remembering Maki saying something about Megumi's mother not exactly...passing her tests.

"It wasn't fair. Those bastards forced her to take the trials the week after she gave birth to me. Didn't even let her body recover" Megumi huffed, closing his eyes and imagining his poor mother having to go through god knows what right after the pain of labor.

"I'm sorry" you replied. "Don't be it's not your fault" Megumi added.

Megumi slowly approached you, the silence being filled with his footsteps, standing in front of you.

"I want you to wear this" he uttered, leaning over to wrap his mother's golden chain around your neck. "But it's supposed to be your gift" you argued, holding the 'F' shaped pendant in your hand.

"A much better gift is seeing my wife wear something so dear to me" Megumi mumbled, stepping back to admire you with the lovely piece of jewelry.

"Besides, I think the word Fushiguro suits you. "