Can you write a cocky masc!reader (maybe sinner or new angel) with chunky Adam? Love your work btw!! I really love how you write Adam 😭

Adam x f!reader

after a one night stand with Adam, around a month or two later she reveals she’s pregnant with his kid..

his reaction and maybe his life when the baby arrives him failing at changing a diaper

him falling asleep on the couch watching tv with his baby on his chest with a tiny spot of drool on his shirt 🥹

bonus

Lute holding the child and then the baby pukes on her

Adam and (Name) had been friends for a long time. Just friends. Until one drunken night, they can’t pretend anymore, and they hookup. The one night stand shakes their friendship, and they don’t talk nearly as much over the next two months.

That’s why Adam is so surprised when he opens his door to find (Name) in tears.

“(Name), what’s wrong?” “Can I come in? You should maybe sit down for this.”

Adam has absolutely no idea what (Name) is about to throw at him, letting her in and sitting next to her on his couch. (Name) pulls something out of her pocket and hands it to Adam. Adam felt the world stop. It was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

He’s silent for a long minute before shakily asking, “You’re sure it’s mine?”

(Name) hits his arm. “Yes, I’m sure, you’re the only guy I’ve fucked in like a year.”

Adam is silent again, before snapping out of his daze and taking (Name)’s hands into his. “I… I love you.” The tension that had been between them since the one night stand was finally put into words.

Tears poured down her face as she threw her arms around Adam’s neck. Adam pulled her into his lap and (Name) buries her face in his neck. “I love you too.”

The nine months flew by, Adam and (Name) learning to live as a couple before they had to learn how to live as parents.

Luckily, years of friendship made it easy, and their relationship had very few bumps.

Adam was fast asleep when he was abruptly awoken by (Name) shaking him, telling him when he woke in a small, scared voice, “My water broke and I’m having contractions.”

19 hours later, their son was born. Adam, the egotistical bitch he is, insisted on naming their son Adam as well. (Name) allowed it, and they celebrated the arrival of Adam Jr.

They took him home a day later, and Adam basically went through the five stages of grief. He loves his kid and he’s proud to be a father of a child he actually wanted, but he realizes he has no idea how to be a dad, and is now worried he’s going to fuck up his son.

(Name) assures him he won’t fuck up their child and Adam finds himself believing her.

The first night, Adam sleeps straight through the baby crying. The second night, the same thing happened. The third night, (Name) shook him awake and grumbled “Your turn.”

Adam drowsily made his way to the nursery, and crying baby at three in the morning was now his least favorite thing. He sighed, picking his son up out of his crib and carrying him with him to the kitchen.

He bounced and shushed baby Adam while he prepared a bottle of milk. Thank god it was simple enough, all he had to do was heat it up. When he was done and bringing the bottle to his son’s lips, he immediately stopped crying and Adam sighed in relief.

Adam never woke up from the baby crying, he slept like a rock, but (Name) would wake him up and they took turns with the night feedings.

Once Adam half woke up to see (Name) breastfeeding their son in bed next to him. “Me next,” he murmured, before promptly passing back out.

The one thing Adam couldn’t seem to get a handle on was changing diapers. His son had peed on him twice. And something about baby poop smelled especially bad, and he gagged everytime he had to change a poop diaper.

He was such a baby about it that (Name) did most of the diaper changes.

Three months in, and (Name) had two favorite memories.

The first one was when she’d come home from the store to find Adam asleep on the couch, baby Adam asleep on his chest. Despite being knocked out, Adam still had a secure grip on the baby. They were both drooling. Like father like son.

The second was when Lute was holding baby Adam and finally getting comfortable holding a baby when he suddenly threw up on her shirt.

Adam thought it was hilarious. Lute did not.

Adam isn’t the world’s greatest dad by any means, but he’s trying his best.

Pls could i request a fix it of Adams death where reader saves him (somehow, i dont know *magic* 😭) and its hurt/comfort but ends up happy 🥺 because my soul hurts and needs comfort 🫠 pretty please and thank you for writing him so on point 😍

(Name) had told Adam that attacking the hotel was a dumb and dangerous idea. So she watched the attack from afar in case something went wrong. And something went wrong. She could feel it. She rushed to the scene of the battle’s aftermath.

She wasn’t seeing Adam anywhere, until she saw him lying on the ground in a pool of his own golden blood.

“NO!” she screamed, sprinting over to him. She dropped to her knees and rolled him onto his back, panicking. “ADAM!” Adam’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled when he saw (Name). “Fuck, what did I tell you, what did I tell you?” Adam opened his mouth and blood trickled out. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

His eyes closed. “No no no, Adam, ADAM!” (Name) shook him before placing her ear on Adam’s chest. His heart was slowing.

(Name) sat back on her knees, taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes and placed one hand over his stab wound and one hand on his heart. Her hair began to float around her head, and her entire body glew green. Adam’s wounds stitched themselves back together and his heart restarted.

Adam suddenly shot up into a sitting position, gasping. He hands ran over where his injuries had previously been, finding no stab wounds. “Hah!” he exclaimed, slightly shocked but mostly excited.

(Name) collapsed.

“I’m alive! I’m alive, you fucking did it– (Name)?” Adam turned to find (Name) unconscious on the ground.

“No, what the fuck, no!” He pulled (Name) into his arms and shook her. (Name)’s eyelids fluttered open, eyes half-lidded as she stared up at him, a grin stretching across her face. “Adam,” she whispered.

Adam let out a massive sigh of relief. “Jesus, don’t fucking do that shit, bitch. Scared the fuck out of me. What happened?”

(Name) tried to sit up but found herself too weak. “It’s just exhaustion. I’ve never used magic that strong before.” They were both brimming with relief. (Name) reached up to cup his bare face in her hand. Adam leaned into the touch.

“You’re alive,” (Name) said in awe. “Thanks to you, babe,” Adam grinned. He created a portal and stood, picking (Name) up. “You were just stabbed, I can walk,” (Name) insisted. Adam shook his head. “Shut up.” He carried her through the portal.

Back in Heaven, (Name) finally managed to convince Adam to put her down. Her legs were only a little shaky, but Adam held onto her until she kissed his hand and steadied herself.

(Name) received stares from every angel around as she was very clearly a demon. Adam held her against him and took flight to get to his home faster. He landed on his balcony and ushered (Name) inside.

Once they were inside, (Name) threw herself at Adam, hugging him as tightly as she could. Adam chuckled, hugging her back and wrapping his wings around her. “I thought I was going to lose you,” (Name) mumbled. “Never be that stupid again.”

Adam smiled softly. “I won’t, I promise.”

Their moment was interrupted by a pounding at the door. Word of seeing Adam had spread to Lute, who came to see if her beloved commander really was alive. Adam let her in and she simply stood and stared with her mouth slightly agape.

“You– how?”

Adam stepped aside and gestured towards (Name). Lute stared at (Name). After a long moment, she suddenly rushed forward, hugging (Name) with her one arm. (Name) was surprised, realizing Lute was hugging her and not attacking her.

She awkwardly hugged the angel back. “Thank you,” Lute muttered. “Thank you so much.”

Lute pulled back and turned to Adam, teary eyed. “Don’t be a pussy, Lute, I’m fine,” Adam teased. Lute sniffed and wiped away her tears. “It’s good to see you, sir.” She left without questioning why (Name), a demon, was in Heaven, grateful enough to turn a blind eye.

As soon as she was gone, (Name) and Adam embraced again.

“You’re never allowed to leave me,” (Name) said, slightly muffled by her face being buried in Adam’s chest. “Don’t tell me what to do, bitch,” Adam joked. (Name) was so happy she didn’t even have a retort.

“I love you,” Adam admitted after a moment.

“I love you too.”

Adam and Lute with a very powerful overlord reader who is doing multiple jobs at once and is obviously tired and overworked, and is just like, "I'm done, I'm too tired to deal with your bullshit." She kinda has the same personality as Aizawa from mha (Reader may or may not have an addiction to coffee, tea, and energy drinks. I can see them meeting when Charlie drags her to her meeting with adam and Lute. Charlie:(y/n)? When was the last time you slept? (Y/N): What the fuck is sleep? *drinks 10 gallons of coffee in one sitting*)

Adam was already bored of this meeting with Lucifer and Lilith’s daughter. She and her associates were pleading their case to let sinners go to Heaven (ha!) while he chowed down on some ribs. Then the door swung open.

A demon came stumbling in, an energy drink in each hand, looking disheveled and tired. But fuck, she was hot.

“(Name)!” Charlie exclaimed. “Thank you for coming! I know you’re busy.” Adam and (Name) had made prolonged eye contact. “What? Oh, yeah, no problem, Char.” She tore her eyes away, looking at the ribs he was eating. “Fuck those look good. Now I’m hungry.”

“And who’s this hottie?” Adam smirked, slumping back in his seat. The demon rolled her eyes, slamming one of her drinks on the table. “She said my name already, asshole. And put some respect on it, I’m highly ranked down here.”

“Whatever you say, tits.”

She hissed at him. Adam felt a small thrill at the action.

“Eat shit.”

“Um, (Name), maybe don’t fight with Adam, we need him to approve the plan-” “I’m not going to approve the plan,” Adam laughed. “Sinners? In Heaven? As if.”

(Name) sighed, patting Charlie’s back. “Looks like my services are pointless.” She made to leave, but Adam stopped her. “Well wait, what was your role in this little presentation?” He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want her leaving yet. “I have statistics from asking sinners if they would take the Hazbin Hotel seriously if Heaven approved it.”

Adam pretended to think on that. “Interesting, but Heaven will never approve.”

She flipped him off.

“Right back at you, bitch.”

Despite the annoyed face he put on, Adam liked this demon much more than the sunshine and rainbows princess. She spoke his language.

(Name) pounded back the energy drink she was still holding while the room watched on, Charlie and Vaggie looking vaguely concerned. “(Name), did you sleep last night?” “Who needs sleep?” The overlord crushed the drink can. “Aight, I’m out.” She saluted the room and left.

(Name) woke up the next morning to an invitation outside her door. To her shock, it was from Adam. He requested they meet, listing coordinates and a time for when he would open a portal to Heaven. Curious, (Name) decided to go.

At the time allotted, she stood at the spot, nursing a coffee. A portal opened in front of her, and apprehensively, (Name) stepped through it. “You actually came.” Adam looked surprised to see her. “Curiosity killed the cat,” (Name) replied. Adam smirked. “Well welcome to Heaven, hottie.”

They were stood outside what looked like an apartment building. Adam turned to enter it. “Coming, sugar tits?” “Don’t call me that.” Still, she followed him. They rode an elevator up to the very top of the building, and the doors opened to reveal a penthouse.

“Is this where you live?” (Name) asked, stepping out and beginning to look around. “Yeah.”

Adam was unusually quiet, watching (Name) anxiously. “I made more ribs,” he spoke up. “If you want some.” He sounded unsure of himself. (Name) almost found it endearing. “Sure.” She followed Adam into the kitchen and sat down at the table, and Adam placed a plate of ribs in front of her.

(Name) wanted to ask what this was about, but she had forgotten to eat yesterday, and hadn’t had time to eat today, so she was absolutely ravenous. She dug into the ribs with vigor, ignoring Adam’s eyes on her. He took a seat across from her at the table, picking at his own plate of ribs.

“Damn, girlie, you can really put it away. One would think you’re starving. When’s the last time you ate?” “Mm, don’t remember,” (Name) answered through a full mouth. “You really don’t give a shit about yourself.” (Name) frowned. “I do, I’m just… I’m so busy. Overlord duties and shit, y’know?”

“I don’t, actually,” Adam replied as (Name) polished off the last of the ribs. He took two off his plate and put them on hers. “Tell me about it.”

(Name) realized, suddenly, that this felt a lot like a date. But these ribs were really good and Adam was being strangely sweet (he wasn’t bad looking either), so (Name) didn’t say anything about it.

“Well the other overlords have been holding a lot more meetings recently because Carmilla and Velvette are fighting, not that those names mean anything to you.” “What are they fighting about?” “I can’t disclose that.” To her surprise, Adam didn’t push. She continued.

“On top of that, I’ve got all these new contracts, I definitely took on too many deals recently, but the more souls I own, the more powerful I am.”

“I can respect that. I guess Lute isn’t the only Danger Tits I know.”

(Name) rolled her eyes. “Stop talking about tits.” “Aw, but yours are so nice, babe.” (Name) found herself actually flustered by the comment, but didn’t let it show on her face.

Her tail swished, giving away the fact she was flustered, but luckily Adam didn’t know her well enough yet to realize her tell. (Name) noticed vaguely that she’d thought yet.

Like she was going to let Adam get to know her better. Although, she supposed she already was.

They talked for a while longer, discussing (Name)’s life in Hell as an overlord, and occasionally things about Adam. But she noted he let her do most of the talking. When the conversation came to a natural conclusion, (Name) realized she’d been there for almost two hours.

“Fuck, I have to go,” she said, and Adam stood. Wordlessly, he made a portal in the middle of his living room. Before (Name) stepped through it, he spoke. “Maybe we can do this again?”

(Name) smiled to herself.

“Yeah. Maybe we can.”

So I though I had after reading "failed 3 for 3" is if Adam ever had a nightmare about reader leaving him(are nightmares even possible in heaven?idk).

So basically Adam has a nightmare about us leaving him for Lucifer just like his 2 ex-wifes did. He wakes up and panick (bonus poits if we aren't in bed when he wakes up cuz we needed a drik, go to the bathroom, or something and Adams like "Holy shit it actually happened").

So naturaly like a good wife we are, we need to comfort our little problematic person.

AND I KNOW WHY ALL THE ADAM HEADCANON ARE LIKE "oh he won't let you be a big spoon, no chance" BUT I JUST NEED TO HAVE HIM LAY ON MY CHAEST WHILE I STROKE HIS HAIR, KISS HIS FOURHEAD AND WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS INTO HIS EAR. ITS A PAIN </333333333

Sorry for any gramer or spelling errors English is not my first lenguage.

I love you'r writing and have a good day <3

Adam tossed and turned. His dream was particularly unpleasant. It was replaying the events of today except in this dream, (Name) fell for Lucifer’s flirting, and he lost her. Adam watched on helplessly as (Name) and Lucifer leaned in to kiss… then woke up with a gasp.

He immediately reached for (Name), only to find her side of the bed empty. His heart dropped. What if that wasn’t a dream? “(Name)?” he calls out weakly.

She doesn’t answer, but he hears the toilet flush in their connected bathroom. Then running water, then the door opens and (Name) steps back into the room. “Adam?”

Adam clambered out of bed and picked (Name) up, squeezing her like he might lose her. He wrapped his wings around them like some sort of shield. (Name) pressed a long kiss to his cheek, running a hand through his messy hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Adam mumbled. “Well this sure isn’t nothing,” (Name) said. Adam set her down, and she took his hand and led him back to their bed. She sat, patting the spot next to her.

Adam sat down. “It was just a bad dream,” he said nonchalantly. “About today?” (Name) asked gently. Adam rolled his eyes but nodded. “Aww, baby,” (Name) teased. “I fuckin’ know, okay?” Adam snapped.

(Name) crawled into the bed and laid down on her back, opening her arms. “Come here, big guy.”

Adam crawled over to her and laid down on top of her, his head resting on her chest. (Name) wrapped her arms around him, and Adam calmed, listening to her steady heartbeat. (Name) began to run her fingers through his hair with one hand, and Adam sighed contently.

He loved when she did that.

She kissed the top of his head.

“It was just a silly dream,” she whispered. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” Adam hummed.

(Name) continued to whisper reassurance and sweet nothings, lightly scratching his scalp, and it didn’t take long before Adam’s weight became dead with sleep on top of her.

(Name) smiled.

Her big baby.

omg i love the fic of yandere adam and lucifer !!

what if lucifer goes up to heaven to try and get reader back himself but only hurting reader in the process maybe pulling her wing off when him and adam were having a tug of war , and then reader becomes scared of him which makes adam job easier of trying to make reader his new wife :3

Yandere!Adam x Reader x Yandere!Lucifer

The next time Adam opened a portal to talk to Charlie, Lucifer was ready. He barged past both Charlie and Adam, into Heaven. Of course, because god forbid she leave Adam’s side, (Name) was right there, looking at him in suprise.

“Lucifer!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“Get the fuck out of here!” Adam was furious, moving to push Lucifer back through the portal.

Lucifer dodged him, reaching for (Name.) He grabbed her arm. “Come back, (Name).”

(Name) blinked in surprise, trying to tug her arm out of his grasp. “Lucifer, no–” Adam grabbed her other arm to keep her in place when Lucifer started tugging her towards the portal. It was like a sick game of tug of war before Lucifer decided to tug on her wing.

He underestimated his strength, and accidentally ripped (Name)’s wing off. She screamed. Adam let go of (Name) and rushed Lucifer while he was stunned, and body checked him through the portal before closing it.

(Name) had fallen to her knees, sobbing from both pain and the fact she would no longer be able to fly. Adam dropped down beside her, pulling her into his arms.

He couldn’t help but feel slightly responsible.

She cried against his chest, “I hate him.” Adam smiled.

He soothed her gently, knowing that he’d won the war. (Name) would never look at Lucifer the same way again, while Adam had been nothing but kind to (Name), if not sometimes a tad misogynistic. (Name) would never choose Lucifer now.

Lucifer was currently throwing a tantrum in Hell. “I refuse to lose to ADAM.” “Dad,” Charlie said softly. “You have to let it go. You have to let her go.”

(Name) got used to life without her wings. Transportation was a bit of an issue as Heaven was built for flying, but Adam was always there to carry her wherever she needed to go.

A part of (Name) still cared about Lucifer, but his persistence had scared her, and her wing was the nail in the coffin. She slowly began to forget about him and her life in Hell, fully settling into routine with Adam.

You became good friends with Lute due to this fact, who had originally been cold to you upon your arrival, still against sinner’s coming to Heaven, but when she saw how happy you made Adam, she came around.

Adam was lovely. Well, not to most people, but he was lovely to (Name), and she was a sucker for that. He was protective and affectionate and reassuring. (Name) found herself beginning to fall for him. It helped that they spent every waking day together.

So when Adam brought up the idea of marriage, (Name) was surprised because she didn’t really see Adam as the settling down type, but she definitely wasn’t opposed.

Adam was thrilled that (Name) was receptive to the idea of marrying him, and immediately began planning his proposal with Lute.

It was going to be on the beach at sunset. Watching the sun set over the ocean was one of (Name’s) favorite pastimes, and it was super romantic, so therefore it was perfect.

“Do you want to watch the sunset at the beach tonight?” “Hell yes!”

The beach was practically deserted and it was perfect. This must be meant to be, Adam figured, with how perfect everything had been going. Fate wanted (Name) to be his third and final wife.

Despite the fuckboy persona Adam held, he was very secretly and deep down a lover boy, but that part of him had been buried after losing both Lilith and Eve. He felt betrayed and abandoned and filled the void with meaningless sex. But he was ready to settle down again. He knew (Name) wouldn’t break his heart.

While (Name) was staring at the sunset with her feet in the water, Adam knelt down behind her. “(Name).”

She turned around and gasped.

“Will you marry me?”

The ring was gorgeous, the scene was gorgeous, Adam was gorgeous, and (Name) was pleasantly overwhelmed.

“Yes!” “Fuck yeah.”

When the time came to send out wedding invitations, Adam sent one to Lucifer behind (Name)’s back as a “fuck you, I win.”

And when (Name) said “I do,” Adam knew he had won for good.

drunk adam. what kind of drunk is he, how would reader handle it? would they comfort him crying, hold him in a hug so he can't do dumb shit. i imagine it would be something like Adam walking off to yell at a street light. how is he calmed down? *points down* Adam look, boobs. *shook adam face* boobs! lute totally makes fun of him later

Adam having to take his baby doauther to a meeting with Charlie cuz we (his wife) are away (maybe a spa taking a small break). Like he has this weird thing that parents wear to carry their baby i'm their stomach, his and Lutes mask are off cuz the baby is scered of them, their have this bag full of baby stuff, for the first time on his live tries to avoid swearing (what the ffffff *looks at the baby* fffffFRICK?) just Adam trying to be a good dad.

(Name) was gone for the day on a spa trip, which was unfortunate for Adam because he had another meeting with Charlie. How was he supposed to be cool and intimidating with a baby strapped to his chest?

There was no one available to babysit their child, which meant the baby was coming with Adam to his meeting. On top of that, their daughter was scared of Adam’s mask, so Adam couldn’t wear his mask. He was cursing everyone and everything as he slunk into the meeting room, Lute on his heels with the diaper bag.

Charlie looked confused when Adam and Lute entered. She recognized Lute, but she certainly didn’t recognize Adam. “Um, hi, I’m supposed to meet with Adam?”

“Yeah, yeah, toots, it’s me.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped. “Adam?” Quickly followed up by, “Who’s baby is that?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Mine,” he snapped. “My wife is gone today and no one could babysit.”

“You’re a fucking father?” Vaggie asked, appalled. “Enough about the kid,” Adam dismissed with a wave of his hand.

“What about your mask?”

“The baby is scared of it. Now focus. What’s the update on your shitty hotel?” Charlie cleared her throat. “Of course.”

She launched into her spiel, and was interrupted about three minutes in by the baby crying. “Fuck,” Adam cursed before covering his mouth and looking at the baby like the little one could understand him. “Daddy said duck,” he whispered to her.

Charlie heard him and giggled. Adam shot her a dirty look. “What are you laughing at, bit-” he cut himself off. “Mm.” He grunted. Charlie stifled her laughter. Adam scowled. “Shut up.”

The baby kept crying and Lute handed Adam a bottle. Adam unstrapped her from his chest, cradling her in his arms instead. He grabbed the bottle and began to feed her. “Stop laughing and get to your point so this meeting can be over.”

“I never pictured you as one to care about your language in front of kids,” Charlie snickered.

Adam rolled his eyes. “My wife has been up my ass, something about not wanting the baby’s first word to be a curse.”

“Well aren’t you a good dad.”

“Finish your stupid presentation or I’m leaving right now.”

Charlie cleared her throat, finishing her presentation and concluding the meeting while Adam threw a bib over his shoulder and burped the baby.

As she and Vaggie watched Adam, Lute, and the baby go, they exchanged glances. “Who knew Adam had a kid,” Charlie said. “I’m just shocked someone else would marry him,” Vaggie said.

“Still, it was kind of sweet,” Charlie shrugged.

“Sweet? The last word I would use to describe Adam is sweet.”

Charlie grimaced. “Good point.”

Meanwhile Adam was ranting to Lute. “How are they ever going to take me seriously again? That was so degrading, (Name) is fucking taking her with her next time.” “Relax, sir,” Lute soothed. “You’re still perfectly intimidating.”

Adam grumbled. “Whatever.”

His daughter cooed and gurgled and Adam’s anger softened as he looked down at her. “Maybe you’re right. It wasn’t that bad.”

Hi! Im new here on your blog so i don't really know if it's okay to request but if not feel free to ignore this, I'm really having bad cramps, they are making me nauseous, giving bad headaches and I'm feeling like I can drop dead at any moment, like it's the same way that someone is punching me on the stomach and dropped me in the streets and a fucking bus hit me and to complete I'm sick, im taking as many pills you can imagine and boiling the water of the Thermal bag , I wanted to see if you can make Lúcifer or Adam taking care of reader who is having the same pain as mine and she puts a really really Thermal Bag on the stomach burning her but she feels way better than the cramps (cof cof, totally not me)

reader that is related to one of adams band members. but has no interest in adam due to his reputation (at first) since she only bothers with long-term and committed stuff. tends to hide behind her sibling and snitch if adam ever tries to make a move. at some point its more to fuck with adam than actually avoid him, I assume it eventually works out, after more effort than expected from adam

Adam and his drummer, David, had beef. Was it because Adam constantly pursued David’s sister? Well that was David’s beef. Adam’s beef wasn’t exactly clear, but he had started pursuing David’s sister for the sole purpose of pissing David off.

(Name), David’s sister, came to all of their shows and had a free pass backstage due to being family. She had absolutely no interest in Adam. Every time Adam flirted with her, she would tell her brother and hide behind him, smirking as he and Adam got into a fight.

But Adam was nothing if not persistent.

His reputation was working against him, his fuckboy persona not benefitting him for the first time in his life. (Name) was a conservative girl, only interested in the long term and unconcerned with hookups and all things shallow. And in her mind, Adam was a shallow as they came.

“There are 206 bones in my body. Want to help me grow another one?”

Unimpressed, (Name) turned to face him. “I’m shocked you know how many bones you have in your body. I figured you were too stupid to know a fact like that.”

Adam placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Babe, you wound me.”

“Leave me alone or I’ll tell David you’re trying to fuck me again.”

Adam pushed a little more, and true to her word, (Name) spun on her heel and marched over to the drummer, tapping his shoulder. She whispered in his ear and David looked over at Adam, pissed.

He stood up and just like that, he and Adam were in another fight.

See, maybe Adam would have given up by now. It was funny the first few times, but the constant fights with David were getting old. The problem was, Adam had legitimately started catching feelings for (Name). He supposed he’d just have to try harder.

Maybe heavy flirting wasn’t the way to go.

Instead of heavy flirting, Adam started asking her questions about herself instead. (Name) seemed skeptical and sometimes she’d tell on him to David just to fuck with Adam, but it was working much better than the heavy flirting was.

(Name) actually enjoyed having normal conversation with Adam. Once you got past his flirting and ego, he was actually a good conversationalist. (Name) came to learn more about him too. He only takes his mask off to sleep. He can’t cook. Doesn’t have any STDs (surprise), how that conversation even came to be, (Name) didn’t know.

It was kind of nice, but Adam could tell her guard was still up. He started ignoring his groupies in lieu of talking to (Name) after every show, much to David’s chagrin. If David had it his way, Adam wouldn’t interact with (Name) period, but she was more than capable of making her own decisions and if she wanted to talk to Adam, he couldn’t stop her.

(Name) felt slightly special that Adam blew off easy lays just to pursue her. Still, she was sure it was an act to get into her pants, so she was cautious.

Adam started dedicating sets to her at shows, and David hated it. (Name) found it kind of sweet that he was pubic about liking her. He was getting in his own way when it came to getting laid and he didn’t even care.

One night, after a show, (Name) was talking to her brother when Adam approached her. “Hey babe, can I steal you?” David scowled. “No–” (Name) silenced him with a hand on his shoulder. “Sure,” she agreed.

Adam grinned and led her away while David glared after them. He led her outside the venue before abruptly picking her up bridal-style and taking flight. (Name) shrieked. “I can fly by myself, asshole!” Adam just laughed at her.

They weren’t in the air for too long before Adam reached their destination. It was an open field, a beautiful clearing, where the stars and moon shone brightly. Adam carefully set her down on her feet before pulling his guitar off his back.

“I learned a new song, I want to play it for you.”

“Did we have to come all the way out here?”

“I needed to set the mood,” Adam rolled his eyes. “Just listen.”

He began to strum his guitar.

“I had a thought, dear, however scary

About that night, the bugs and the dirt

Why were you digging? What did you bury

Before those hands pulled me from the earth

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask and neither should you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do.”

(Name) was silent. Adam had such a nice voice. She’d never been serenaded by a guy before.

“I knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking

Was there in someone that dug long ago

So I will not ask you why you were creeping

In some sad way, I already know

So I will not ask you where you came from

I would not ask and neither would you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do.”

(Name) couldn’t believe a metalhead like Adam had learned a love song just for her.

“I could not ask you where you came from

I could not ask and neither could you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We could just kiss like real people do.”

(Name) was quiet when Adam finished the song, and her heart fluttered when she noticed how nervous he looked. “Did I get the message across?” he asked.

“That you want to fuck me? You’ve made that very clear.”

“No,” Adam said exasperated. “That I like you.”

“Oh.” (Name) was quiet. He seemed so genuine she found herself believing him. It scared her.

“Oh?” Adam repeated. “Is that all you have to say?” (Name) shook her head. “I’m just… processing.” “I thought I’ve been making it pretty clear,” Adam said.

“Well sure, but you’re a fuckboy,” (Name) retorted.

Fair enough.

“Which is why I did all this. I wanted to ask you something and make it special.”

“Ask me what?”

Adam put his guitar back on his back, reaching his hands out for (Name) to take. Cautiously, she did.

“To be my girl.” “What?” “I’m asking you to be my girlfriend,” Adam said, tone devoid of all humor. “Are you serious?” Adam nodded. “Dead serious.”

Now (Name) looked unsure. “What is it?” Adam asked. “Anything you’re worried about, any questions you have, I’ll answer. Put your mind at ease.”

“I’m just having trouble believing the great Adam wants a serious relationship.”

“You’re forgetting I’ve been married twice. And I really loved Lilith and Eve. They left me, not the other way around. Fuck, Eve cheated on me. So I know that pain and I’d never be unfaithful. I know I’m kind of a man whore but who cares what I do when I’m single? I’m a man who can commit. To the right woman.”

(Name) had to admit he plead his case well. She couldn’t deny her own feelings for him any longer, not with that reassurance.

“...Okay.” “Okay?” “I’ll be your girlfriend.” “Really?” Adam almost looked like he didn’t believe her.

(Name) smiled. “The song kinda sold it. Did you really learn it just for me?” Adam blushed. “Yeah, I know you like Hozier and I figured that was the most applicable song so…”

(Name) took her hands in his. “That was sweet.”

They stared at one another, faces illuminated by moonlight, before Adam bent down and carefully connected their lips. He’d waited for this for so long.

The stars twinkle above they as they kiss like real people do.

Hi! I hope you have a wonderful day. Can I request Adam x affectionate reader. Basically his wife shower him with attention at all times. Y/n is likes to constantly hug him, kiss him and holding hand with him and pretty much lovey-dovey in public?

reader that keeps adam in line and behaving well by simply flooding him with affection. adam being rude? grab his face, call him baby, tell him how handsome and great he is. then have him be have nicer to prove how kind a man he apparently is.

“Holy fucking shitballs, am I seeing who I think I’m seeing?” Adam stopped walking abruptly as Charlie and Vaggie passed them. “What is she doing here? How did she even get up here?” Lute snarled.

“Who cares? I’m handling this shit, right now!” Adam moved to follow them, but (Name) stopped him with her hands on his chest. He looked down at her, his anger softening.

“You want to start a fight on the promenade in front of everyone?” Lute pointed out.

“Better than waiting for the fucking extermination–” (Name) cuts him off, yanking him down by his collar. “Adam,” she said sweetly. “Baby. Remember the Seraphim’s rule?” Adam grumbled, but didn’t argue. (Name) patted his cheek. “And you’re better than starting a fight like that. That’s not the kind of man I’m dating.”

Adam whined, but leaned into her hand on his cheek.

Lute rolled her eyes at Adam’s behavior. At least (Name) had him on a tight leash.

During court, (Name) was working overtime.

“Webster’s Dictionary defines redemption as–” Charlie began. “Objection!” Adam interrupted. “Lame and unoriginal.” (Name) nudged his arm. Sera, however, agreed with him. “If you have actual evidence then show it already,” Adam snapped. (Name) rubbed his back.

Court carried on, and eventually Lute got pissed and interjected. “What are we even talking about? Some crack whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot like the cocks in his mouth, this discussion is senseless and petty.”

Adam joined her and they flew down to Charlie and Vaggie’s level and (Name) didn’t even bother trying to follow. Adam and Lute fed off one another, and (Name) wasn’t at all surprised when Adam let it slip about the exterminations.

The room errupted into chaos, and before long, Adam was outing Vaggie as a fallen angel. As he threatened Charlie and Vaggie into the portal back to Hell before closing it on them, (Name) flew down from her seat.

“That was unnecessary, Adam,” Sera said stoically. She looked at (Name) with a “take care of it” look. (Name) marched over to Adam and Lute and dismissed Lute. Once Lute was gone, (Name) pulled Adam down by the collar to cup his face in her hands.

“That was mean, handsome.”

Adam looked sheepish. “Yeah I know…”

(Name) sighed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Mean enough to warrant no sex tonight.” Adam’s jaw dropped. “No!” (Name) let go of his collar, taking his hands in hers. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice, pretty boy.” Adam sighed in relief.

“But you are going to leave their hotel alone.”

“What?”

“I’m serious, Adam. You’re going to go about the extermination the way you usually would. You’re not going to target their hotel.”

“But–” “Or we could just not have sex tonight.”

Adam whined before finally agreeing. “Ugh, fine.”

“Thank you, baby,” (Name) cooed, cuddling up to his chest. Adam wrapped his arms around her. “Yeah, whatever.”

“You’re too handsome to be doing all that asshole shit.”

Adam softened under the praise, picking (Name) up so she could kiss him on the lips. “I’m sorry,” he said when (Name) pulled back.

“Just do better, my love.”

“I will.”

Hi! Would you be willing to write something for Adam with a sensitive reader?

Everyone knows that he is loud-mouthed jerk, even reader, and she loves him regardless, but one day he crosses the line and says something particularly mean that makes her cry. Like REAL mean. To the point that he pauses because he did not think before speaking (or, well, less than usual lol)

I'm happy with whatever format you feel like using! Thank you!