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Tiny guitarspear comm for a pal🥰

Drew this some while ago, even before my Lucifer redesign. Tried to remember how to draw my sinner Adam. It wasn't all too successful, so i didn't draw anything since xd

Full undercut with translations lol

Tw: nudity, no explition though

Adam whimpered, his knees folded to chest as the cute little ram he'd been stalking for his dinner pounded into him. He writhed, grasping at the grasses and flowers around them, rolling his hips back against Lucifer's thrusts to get the ram in as deep as he could.

That cute little face looked so pleased at Adam's lusty moans and heated body.

His skin ran hot and Lucifer's tongue left a cool trail as it meandered over him.

"You'd make a very pretty ewe," Lucifer teased.

"Baa," Adam panted back.

Lucifer moaned like he liked what Adam said and asked, "Join my herd?"

Adam had lost his pack a few seasons before. It was lonely. Sure these sheep weren't wolves, but they could be his pack.

And how chuffed with himself do you think Lucifer is for gaining a big bad wolf to protect his herd? I can imagine other wolves coming by and Lucifer being all, “my ewe’s got this.”

Adam: What do you mean I’ve got this?

Lucifer: Tell your friends they can’t eat this herd.

Adam: What makes you think they’re gonna fucking listen to me? —Oh, I get it because they’re wolves I have to know who they are, is that it?

Lucifer: …Do… you not?

Little species-ist there, Lucifer.

Lucifer faking out a headbutt and Adam flinching away, Lucifer deciding that means that this wolf is being subservient and once more he's the alpha ram. A lone wolf if no match for him. But that lone wolf smells pretty good.

Adam thinking the small ram was a runt and weak enough for him to take, he by-passed the fat ewes, most of which were already pregnant, trying to mask his scent with theirs.

But Lucifer isn't blind. He sees that Adam is a wolf and now that he's established that he's the alpha, maybe the wolf can join his harem of ewes, wolf or not, he sure does smell like his ewes.

Adam whimpered, his knees folded to chest as the cute little ram he'd been stalking for his dinner pounded into him. He writhed, grasping at the grasses and flowers around them, rolling his hips back against Lucifer's thrusts to get the ram in as deep as he could.

That cute little face looked so pleased at Adam's lusty moans and heated body.

His skin ran hot and Lucifer's tongue left a cool trail as it meandered over him.

"You'd make a very pretty ewe," Lucifer teased.

"Baa," Adam panted back.

Lucifer moaned like he liked what Adam said and asked, "Join my herd?"

Adam had lost his pack a few seasons before. It was lonely. Sure these sheep weren't wolves, but they could be his pack.

Ram 1: Boy, Lucifer sure likes fucking that wolf-ewe of his

Ram 2: Adam? Yeah. Some of the ewes say he threatens to eat any of the ewe that mate with Lucifer.

”Lets’s go”

Like, he's a sinner taking a nap on the couch until a little hand smacks him in the face and there's Charlie leaning over him from the armrest.

So he makes her lunch, they play tea party, and colour until people come home and Lucifer turns Charlie back into herself.

While it's a mildly annoying afternoon for Adam, hearing how Adam took care of Charlie makes Lucifer see him in a new light and he's smitten.

Adam has always seemed like the type that enjoys playing pretend, coloring, and bedtime stories to me. Maybe it’s because he never got to be a real a kid and grow like a regular human, but that’s what makes him perfect for taking care of kids because he truly gets into the joy of connecting with his inner child and the children he has in his care.

He's great with little kids, but not so great as they get older since his sense of when someone should grow up is off.

"When I was five I was already hunting and had two kids, Eve. Cain needs to learn to pull his own weight."

"Dear, we're six and we were made as adults. Slightly different, let the kids be kids."

The angel that had been reported to have landed in Cannibal Town and started slaughtering its denizens was not what Charlie had imagined.

Sitting in a pile of ash, clad in flowing robes that never seemed to accumulate filth of any kind, Charlie was certain the figure stood taller than Sera. Or maybe it was the pure white conical horns jutting up from its head, draped in trailing veils.

Marble-like arms surrounded it, and Charlie realized that none of them seemed to be attached to the angel's body, simply hanging untethered in the air. One of the arms was raking the ashes with what looked like a curved bird's foot, to what end Charlie had no inkling.

She cleared her throat, and slowly the angel lifted its head.

A startling mask adorned his face, like a roman statue devoid of paint or emotion, but Charlie took a step back in alarm.

The face on the mask was nearly identical to Adam's, when he had been unmasked.

Her throat felt dry and she struggled to swallow the painful feelings of yesterday.

"W-who... Ahem! Who are you, and why are you doing this?" Charlie put as much false bravado into her voice as she could muster, hoping the angel wouldn't become violent.

There was hollow sounding sigh, almost echoey, and then the angel spoke.

"I am Adam. I am looking for my son."

Reeling back, Charlie's feet nearly slipped in the brilliant white ash. So many threads running through her mind as she grappled with the information, recontextualizing past events as her head spun.

"So you mean, the Adam I thought was Adam..."

"My son, Seth." Adam went back to searching the ashes, looking for pieces of his devoured child in the remains of Cannibal Town.

There was a large shallow bowl sitting in one of the hands. Various golden scraps of chewed up viscera and gnawed on bones were contained inside.

Charlie shuddered grimly and reminded herself that there had been no other choice.

"I don't blame you," Adam said.

"R-really? Oh that is such a relief, I'm so glad you understand," Charlie smiled, her heart aching underneath.

"Of course," Adam nodded, "It would be like blaming an earthquake or a flood. You are a Morningstar, it is no surprise that you would bring disaster upon my family."

"No, no that's not..." Charlie looked around at the bleached and desolated homes, the angel, the father collecting the body of his son from the stomachs of cannibals. "...true."