✦ pairing — Adam x female!reader
✦ warnings — none.
“Alright, dollface, careful with that— it’s not a sword,” Adam said, laughing nervously as you nearly dropped the guitar for the third time.
You frowned at him over the instrument’s neck. “I’m trying! You make it look so easy!”
“That’s because it is easy.” He smirked, but there was no bite to it this time — just the soft curve of a grin that almost looked shy.
You’d begged him for weeks to teach you, and he’d finally caved. The problem was, he hadn’t anticipated this kind of torture — not the battlefields of Hell or the endless heavenly debates — but this. You. Sitting between his legs, your back pressed lightly against his chest, your laughter warm in his ear as his hand guided yours along the strings.
“See? Like that,” he murmured, his voice lower than usual, his breath brushing your temple. “Now… G chord. Here.”
He reached around you, his fingers closing over yours. His skin was warm, calloused. You could feel the strength in his hands, the faint tremor in them too — the one he hoped you wouldn’t notice.
You did.
You turned your head slightly, and your cheek brushed his jaw. The sound that left him was small — a caught breath, a curse swallowed halfway. His grip on the guitar tightened. “You’re… uh, you’re a fast learner.”
You smiled, pretending not to notice the pink creeping up his ears
“Maybe I just have a good teacher.”
He snorted, trying to recover, but his heart was beating too fast for his usual swagger. “Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to keep.”
You leaned back a little more, the guitar forgotten between you, and whispered, “Your secret’s safe with me.”
And just like that — the mighty Adam forgot how to breathe.
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Summary: Even though you just started your third year of college, you’re still a virgin. In a genius moment of despair, you decide to ask Adam out. Adam Jenesis, the community dick, the virginity taker, self proclaimed ‘dickmaster’, the leader and vocalist and guitarist of that band ‘Edenfall’, with his two very nasty public break ups, and last you heard he’s also involved in some martial arts group.
Adam is known for a lot, and all you want is for him to take your V-card. For whatever reason though, he does not want to fuck you. It makes you seriously consider if there is something incredibly undesirable about you.
Or: You just want to fuck, but Adam wants to take it slow. As it turns out, he’s ready for his hoe phase to end.
Tags: Alternative Universe: University. Idiots to Lovers. Mentions of Religion. Soft Adam and Adam is his own warning, as always.
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This is the seventh first date you had. Which, in three years, isn't a lot. You know that, okay? And honestly, you can ignore the romance part. Yeah, yeah, romantic relationships don't define you, you know that. That's why you don't mind being single.
What you can’t stand is that you’re starting your third year of college, and you’re still a virgin.
Yeah, you’re nearly 21 (twenty-one!), and still haven’t had sex.
You can't explain how that happened. In high school you were too focused on your grades and potential scholarships to pay attention to any potential dating partner and now in college? You’re just completely undesirable, apparently.
It's not like you’re picky. You had kissed people, some steamy make out session, but that's about as far as it went. You just want to know what it’s like. Feel someone else touch you, be inside off you—
You flung yourself into your bed, and proceeded to screech into your pillow. Hands and legs beating into the mattress. This girl you went out with, and she is gay, very gay, a total hot butch, had the audacity to bring you home, look you into the eyes and say, “I’m glad to have found such a great friend—” And then you blacked out.
When you slipped out your phone from your jeans pocket, you checked your Instagram and— Yep, sure enough, she unfollowed you. So, it wasn't in your head. It was going so well and then she just had to check her phone and the air shifted. You could feel it. Fuck her, and her stupid little club off female Muay Thai fighters where they have hot lesbian orgies anyways—
AND YOU WON’T BE INVITED!
Once again you wailed, straight up like a banshee. Seriously. At this point, you don't even want aftercare or a text, or a call after— Just sex. Just to try it out, just to know what it is like, just to know if you like it (maybe there’s something wrong with you).
Your friends tell you, that everything about is you is good. You’re starting to think they’re both liars. Pressing your palms against your eyes, you tried to stop the tears from overflowing. You should go and cry in the shower, cleaning yourself off the rejection.
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Before class you sat with your friends. Nervously bouncing your leg up and down, while turning the cup around.
“And then she just unfollowed you? No explanation? Nothing?” Nicholas seemed shocked, “Damn, lesbians are brutal.”
Jude had her hand over her mouth, eyebrows raised in silent acknowledgement.
You sigh, “It’s totally fine. I think it’s time for me to stop dating— Or, forcing it.”
“No, don’t say that!” Jude insists, “Love waits at every corner!”
“Every corner and we live on a round planet!” You raised your cup and drank it all in one go. “I have to go to class!” You declare, standing up from the chair and stomping out off the cafe. You can feel the pitying looks from your friends follow after you.
When you arrived at your room for the course, Adam was already there, sitting at his usual place. It surprised you to see him so early, so for a second your step falters. Adam’s golden eyes flicker from his laptop to you, and then a smile pulls on his lips.
Once you get close enough, he greets you, “Hey, nerd. Missed your face last night.”
You sit down beside him, and start pulling out your own material, “Oh, really? Are you obsessed with me, or something?” You tease. Honestly, you didn't take his invite to his concert seriously. Maybe you should check it out, one of these days.
“Yeah, you know me. I’ve got serious wet dreams about you, babe.” His tongue wets his lips, and his golden eyes rake all over your smaller figure.
You simply laugh him off. And then, you start thinking about it. Adam gets around, you know that. In the span of your freshman year he had the worst two break ups you have ever witnessed. And the whole spectacle was painfully public.
Just like that he went from a god fearing boy, to a man-whore.
A whore…Would he sleep with you? What stands against it? Holy shit, this might actually work.
You whirl around in your seat, starring at Adam. He was already looking at you. Sharply inhaling, you smiled at him, “Adam.”
“That’s my name. Love how you say it, you wanna try moaning it for me?” He wiggles his brows at you.
“Yes, I do, actually.” You tell him, throwing out any decency you got. Thankfully, you two were alone, “Let’s go out. Us two. Like, a date, nothing platonic or anything like that.” And then he’s going to rail you in the backseat of his car, just like you remember that one girl recalling that story in the restroom.
Adam blinks at you, and then his face splits into a grin that’s down right giddy, “Shit— Yeah, of course. You got anything in mind already? Want me to wine and dine you?”
You didn't think that far ahead, “Uhm, you just choose. I’m good with anything we do.”
He nods his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Oh, he seems to be seriously thinking about it. “You got it, babe. I will text you, alright?” You gave him a thumbs up, before he added on, “Also, if anyone asks, I asked you out. Can’t be emasculated like this in public.” He shudders, like the thought alone hurt him.
“Pft— Yeah, okay, I will spread that message. My lips are sealed.” You giggle.
Students and your professor started to slowly fill up the room, and so you stopped your talking. You were attempting to pay attention to the front, really, and occasionally you did take notes, but you were so relived that you asked Adam out. You will be able to know about sex through first hand experience in no time.
Sometimes you could feel Adam glance at you. His golden eyes were burning. All you really wanted to do was get home, and maybe take a nap. Now that you’re thinking of it, you really need to buy groceries and—
You jumped at the feeling of something on your knee. When you looked, it was just Adam’s hand, with his palm turned up. For a second you didn’t quite know what he wanted from you, till it clicked. So, you put your hand into his, and Adam gently squeezed yours.
Part of you hoped for his hand to wander up your leg, up your skirt and get below your panties. But he doesn't do that, which is good, considering you’re in a full lecture hall. His thumb was grazing circles into your skin.
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Usually you think that growing up with an oppressive religion had no effect on you, and other times, like these, you were sure you will never be able to drop the shackles.
For the longest time, all you heard was how evil sex is.
Sex can spread illness, you can’t do it before marriage, it's unclean, unholy, downright sinful, and for women it is especially bad. Once your virgins gets taken, it’s over. You’re worthless. The only way to prevent all off this from happening is by celibacy.
And you did believe that, for the longest time. Until you turned 13, got a family computer in the living room and discovered the world off ‘girls kissing’ and yaoi, and fanfiction, and actual real porn and you learn one mind boggling thing: Women can enjoy sex.
Which shatters your whole worldview, considering you’ve been told all your life that sex is the burden of women, of a wife, to bear children and be submissive and probably unhappy like your own mother and her mother and her mothers mother— but you don’t have to live that life. You can choose your own destiny.
You check your phone one more time, to make sure you got the times right.
It surprised you how fast Adam got back to you. Usually you have to hound your dates, but he texted you that evening with plans. You didn't think Adam even had your number. Yeah, you do remember you two being in a group chat for some group project, but you never bothered saving his number and by that time you have already left the chat and deleted it. Adam apparently thought he’d have to text you, so he saved your number, or maybe got it from someone else? Questions over questions.
You took one last glance into the mirror. Yup, looks acceptable. You made sure to lock your door behind you, and made your way outside. Right on time, Adam with his yellow sports car came across the corner. He stopped right by you, and he leaned over, opening the door for you. What a gentleman. You didn’t think he’d have it in him.
“Hey, baby.” He greeted you, while you sat down in the passenger seat. Then a frown pulled on his face, “Have you been waiting for long?”
“Hi, Adam.” You sat down your purse by your feet, “Don’t worry. I just stepped outside when you got here.”
“Good, good.” Adam’s fingers drummed against his steering wheel, and he pulled back into the street.
An awkward silence filled the car and you wanted to smash your head against the glass. You took in a deep breath, and your nose was filled with Adam’s musky cologne. “So, uhm, what exactly is your plan? You played pretty coy over text.”
“Oh! Fuck! Right! Alright, baby, we are going to check out a lost place. There is this old hospital outside the city—Lute told me all about it—it’s completely abandoned and pretty sick. We will explore it, and then after, I dunno, we can grab a bite to eat.” He seemed pretty excited, and so did you.
“No way! That sounds sooo cool!” This means you can cling to Adam, while walking around. It makes sense now on why he invited you out so late. The sun has set already.
The air was less tense now, and finally conversation began to flow. Adam liked to talk about himself, mostly what he currently was up to, so you could listen and nod, and ask questions at the right time.
Adam parked the car, and you both got out. It was a quick walk through the forest, and there you could see the abandoned building. There used to be a street leading to it, but it’s broken and overgrown. Nature has claimed its space back.
You couldn't contain your happy smile, but you also couldn't forget your plan, “Dude, hold my hand.”
Before you could even properly raise your hand, Adam immediately snatched it up. He grinned at you, and then he pressed a kiss on the back of it. You felt yourself flush, and maybe, you will hook up in that horrific building. Your heart was nearly beating out off your chest. With that you both made your way inside.
It looks as shady as you excepted. Apparently you weren't the first people here, beer bottled were smashed on the ground and graffiti was everywhere— Oh, you know that artist. He's also active on campus, and if you remember right he is also in Adam's band.
Adam and you carefully navigated the space. Even though nothing seemed rotten, and you (hopefully) wouldn't break through the floor, you still moved with caution. As you learn the hard way, Adam loves scaring people, specifically you now.
You left the ground floor below you and were up to the first one. Looking around, you decide to enter a random room. It's just a patient room, and the beds looked…Nasty. Like every disease on this planet grew on these sheets.
Now that you think about it, can you get some sort of antibotic resistance infection from this place? Better not touch anything.
Walking towards the window, a breeze came past the broken glass, and you could see in the glass how Adam was attempting to sneak up on you. It made you smile, and at the last moment it was you who suddenly turned around, "Boo!"
He didn't even flinch, he just laughed. "Can't be scared off someone that small—" Adam teased you.
You rolled your eyes at him, and stuck your tongue out. Adam chuckled, and then intervened your fingers together. With that you continued. They even had some files left behind, and you wonder how many HIPPA violations you were committing by flickering through the different pages.
Adam pulled some graffiti pens from his pants, and started claiming the space for himself. The way he drew an 'A' was pretty cool, with that dash. He made some more doddles, random phrases and even some flowers decorated the once sterile walls.
He held out a pen to you, and you took it. "What should I write, or draw?" You looked at Adam for guidance.
The man just shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever you want, baby. Go crazy."
You ended up just writing your own name in a fancy over the top cursive, and after that you drew some clouds. That's about all the creativity you got in you. It makes you feel a bit stupid, that you're drawing such a blank right now, and you should be doing something extraordinary, to impress, to leave a good impression.
Adam whistled in an appreciative manner, "Very pretty. You've got huge potential to be a professional graffiti artist."
"Yeah, as if." You gave Adam back the pen, and his finger brushed over your hand, "Cmon, I'm seriously starving." With that you left the room.
Adam was right behind you, and he wrapped an arm around your waist. You smiled up at your date, fluttering your lashes at him and breathing out, "Do you already know what you want to eat?" You were walking back down the stairs, "How about—"
And you were about to say, something along the lines of 'how about me?' or maybe even, if you were feeling extra brave, 'how about my pussy?'. Yes, that would've been good.
Sadly for you, Adam abruptly stopped in the middle of the stairs. You did with him, considering he's leading the way. "Did ya hear that?" His voice was a whisper.
For a moment you considered that he was just going to scare you again, he was totally messing with you. And then you heard it. A moan. Holyshitit'saghost—
Adam slapped his hand over his mouth, to stifle his laughter, "It's some fucking horny highschoolers!" He practically wheezed out.
Which, yeah, honestly makes more sense than ghosts. "Damn." Is all you could whisper out.
"Let's mess with them." Adam had a sinister grin on his face, and he slipped his phone out off his pockets, "Watch this."
When Adam walked down the stairs, he made sure to smash his feet down hard, making the sound hall through the whole building. The moaning suddenly stopped, and got replaced with whispering. Adam threw you a look over his broad shoulders, winking at you.
You couldn't help but giggle at him, trying to hold yourself back from exposing you both. Adam reached the end of the stairs, and then he turned on the flashlight on his phone and he yelled in his gruff voice, "POLICE! You are trespassing on private property!"
By then you went down a few more steps, so you could see better. You crouched down, peeking over the railing. Just like rats, those two teenagers were scurrying around. The girl was still fully dressed, but the guy? Yeah, he was naked. Completely. He had his clothes pressed against his body, and he dropped his socks and underwear like crumbs to follow.
You burst out laughing, and Adam, for extra measure, slammed his feet down on the ground. As if he was following after them. Both off the teens yelped in fear, and just like that they were gone into the night.
Adam put his phone away, he was practically glowing with how proud off himself he was. You stood up, and jumped down the last few steps. Adam held out his hand towards you, and you accepted it. He twirled you around, and you giggled.
"Officer, mam, with great honour I'd like to get you something to eat now." His voice sounded surprisingly posh.
"Thank you, kind sir. Lead the way."
With that Adam once again wrapped his arm around your waist, and you walked back to the car.
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In your hands you held the grease soaked paper bag.
Adam walked you to the door, because he's a gentleman, because he's actually nice and fun to be around. You shifted around on your feet, "You should come inside. We can fish out the fries together, from the bottom." To emphasis your point, you shook the paper bag.
He smiled down at you, "Sorry, baby, I have an early morning tomorrow. 'Nother time I will be down to fish."
Disappointed swelled in your chest. Oh. That's okay. Maybe another time? He said another time. But that's what the other dates said too. This is it? Well, actually, there's one way you can make sure you will see them again.
"Hmm, that's fine. How about a good night kiss?" You asked, blinking up at him.
"Sure thing, baby." And Adam grasped your chin in his hands, and this is it. You tipped your weight into your tippy toes, ready to stand up on them, since Adam was oh so tall and you were so excited!
You closed your eyes, opening your mouth slightly to make things easy for Adam. He was going to full on shove his tongue into you, he seems the type. When he does that, maybe you can convince him with your kissing skills to come inside and maybe then to cum inside.
And then he presses a quick kiss on the top of your head. He lets go off your chin, and you're genuinely confused. He bids you a good night, and he leaves. Just like that.
When you unlock your door, you threw the paper bag somewhere on your kitchen counter. You took your shoes off, and then your jacket and then you slam into your bed and screech. You hate this. You hate him. You hate yourself. Hot tears gathered at your eyes, and you wiped them away in your cushion.
With a shuddering breath you get your phone out, and you order a vibrator. There was a ping, signalling the incoming message.
Warnings: swearing, talks of sex, pining, Adam is down bad for you(rightfully so)
Request: "Hello! Is it possible to make a request about Adam and the femReader? The angel girl is very calm, ironic, and quiet, a little sullen. Adam initially just wanted to sleep with her, but they accidentally ended up talking about music. Plus, she doesn't react to his behavior with either embarrassment or indignation. She can throw a caustic retort at him with a completely stone face, so at first he doesn't even know whether she's serious or not. As a result, they have a very close relationship. Adam falls deeply in love, and this scares him a little, but he still decides to reach out to her. And then the problem arises: she doesn't believe him. She puts it all down to a joke, thinking it's his usual behavior, and so on. (In fact, she loves him herself, but his reputation and normal behavior lead her to believe that for him, it's all just a passing fancy.)
I really want to see Adam trying his best to get through to her, and then finally throwing off his mask (both literally and figuratively) and confessing completely honestly to her. And a happy ending.)
Sorry if this is too long. I hope you like the request. Thanks in advance!
(This isn't the main point, but if possible, I would really like the reader to have very dark brown eyes. You don't have to write this, of course, it's just a wish! Thank you for your time.)" - zuekdaria
Now Playing -> No One Like You - Scorpions
"Girl, there are really no words strong enough, To describe all my longing for love"
The bar he performed at most nights was packed full. Angels of all different origins and time periods mingled amongst one another, gossip and rumours flowing throughout the crowd with the hot topic being Adam’s more than provocative song he’d chosen to perform. No one would say anything to the man, but his brash sense of humour and the innuendos he’d say in every conversation he held was much to be desired.
He greeted the souls with a callous smirk, hands lingering too long on lovely little angels he found pretty, eyes casting glances over the envious ones, but his gaze locked onto one particular angel he couldn’t believe showed. Heaven was enormous, buildings standing tall and proud around the city, yet the population was slowly expanding. Slowly. Which means that everyone knew everyone no matter when you had passed on Earth.
You were someone he’s seen out and about, a blank expression on your face as you greeted people walking by, gracing the waitress at your favorite cafe with the barest hints of a smile, and eyes always scanning around your surroundings like a military soldier back from his ventures overseas. The surprise wasn’t because you found these types of places distasteful– it was because he had asked you with total nonchalance(nerves eating him up from the inside) to stop by and hear him play. That it would change your mind about his many requests to sleep with you. And no, he wasn’t desperate! He just wanted you to loosen up a little from that stiff composure of yours.
His approach was less than graceful, hands landing roughly on the bartop, the stool creaking under his weight, and golden wings spread wide to keep out any nosey little groupies wanting a piece of his time. Attention was always welcomed with him, but his time spent with you was a lot more entertaining than having a round with someone he’d never remember.
The bartender slid him his usual, his mask emulating that prideful smirk of his, eyes raking over your figure with obvious want. You ignored it, sipping at your own drink idly as you tapped along to the beat of the last song he’d played. ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’ had quite the catchy tune, though the lyrics were a bit… much for your taste. Still, the song fit the man in front of you very well, and you loved how he focused his entire musical talent on performing 70’s-90’s rock music.
“Hey, babe. Finally ready to take me up on that offer? We can sneak out through the back-”
“You should perform some Bon Jovi next time you're up there.”
He paused, hands still around the crystal glass, eyes widened in shock. The indifference in your tone wasn’t welcoming, in fact it made him a bit annoyed, but he couldn’t get over the request you’d asked of him. He didn’t take requests. Not from his bandmates, not from the groupies that followed him around, and certainly not from an angel who kept denying his needs for a more mundane task you could always do later. His eyes narrowed, huffing out a humorless laugh and leaning back in his chair.
“Really? And why should I? ‘Cause you say so?” He leaned into her space, teeth gritting in irritation at the lack of a reaction. “Fuck me and maybe I will. Or don’t. I don’t need you showing up if you're just gonna be a bitch to me all the time.” His retaliation was met with silence. Your eyes stayed peering down at the drink you swirled in your grasp.
“So you only perform Scorpions songs? Why not broaden the range a little? Throw in some Guns ‘N Roses or a bit of AC/DC.” Your gaze finally drifted over to look at him, lips twitching in a smile he stared at, lips parting with surprise at your relaxation around him. “Or are you only using such erotic songs to try and win me over?”
Adam breathed out a laugh, his animated face in the mask doing a horrible job at showcasing the actual emotions you were making him feel. Honestly it made him glad you couldn’t see his face. Lord only knows how you’d weaponise the weakness against him in the future.
“Alright you 80’s chick wannabe. You wanna talk music? We’ll talk music.” And you both did. The more the two of you spoke the more Adam felt less inclined to indulge in his needs and more on how your eyes shined a bit brighter as you passionately ranted about Kansas. These classic songs were something you took enjoyment in, expressing your desire to learn guitar one day just to play ‘Bad Reputation’ like you’ve always dreamed of. Adam’s heart sung, mentioning briefly that he could always teach you. That sealed your fate with the man who’s been trying to get a lay with you for months.
You both spent your time together with fingers entangled in guitar strings and patching up the tips after a rough session. He’d play little riffs from the more familiar songs he favoured, but he’d always play out the entirety of songs you mentioned offhandedly once that you liked. With how often the two of you met up to practice your skills the more Adam was starting to realise he was crossing a river he’d never be able to swim back from. His heart raced whenever you’d give him that small smile, stomach twisting in knots at the giggles you’d let out over a missed chord, and he had looked away from you once when you let out a little squeal of joy from finally making it through ‘Carry On Wayward Son’ without missing a note.
The display of happiness made his confidence spike, head raising to watch you with an endearing grin as you did a little dance with the guitar he’d gotten custom made for you. He didn’t mean to spill his innermost thoughts. Not to you at least and definitely not without consulting his closest friend, Lute. Yet the words tumbled out before he realised what he’d said to you.
“Fuck, your gorgeous.”
You stopped, your gaze weeping over to him in stunned quietness, eyes just tad wider than normal as you processed what he’d spoken into existence. The lovestruck smile on his face, eyes drooped as he watched you, but it only took him a second to notice your startled form staring at him in hidden horror.
“Oh-uh- shit. I -uh-” Fear washed through him. Rejection has always been a possibility with you. He wasn’t the greatest with his first introduction to you and he definitely made a name for himself inside your guarded mind, but he clung onto the small hope that the view you held of him would change in these last few months. And from how you were looking at him in this moment made him sag with dejection that it certainly had not.
He reached out a hand to try and smooth things over, say an apology or something, but you backed up. Your eyes stayed locked on him, dropping the expensive instrument to the ground and turning without a look back. He fucked up. He fucked up bad.
“W-wait! I just wanted to-”
“Wanted to what, Adam? Tell me another joke? Another lie to get me in bed with you?” Your gaze was fiery, hands clenched into fists as anger coursed through you. “Was all of this just to have me let my guard down around you? To trust that you wouldn’t do this for a quick fuck?” Your voice cracked, a few tears slipping from your eyes as those bottled emotions erupted in the heat of the moment. “I thought we were friends, Adam.”
He cursed himself under his breath. “We are, angel! All of this? It wasn’t to get in your damn pants! I wanted-” He choked back a shout. “I wanted to get to know you better. You were never going to be another notch in my belt. Not since that day you wanted me to play Bon Jovi.” His hands shook, going to touch your shoulder, but you jerked back. “Somewhere along the way that friendship blurred into something that scared the shit out of me. I tried to deny it, push it down, but every time you smiled at me or laughed it just- it made me realise that I fell for you really fucking hard.”
His confession hung in the air, suffocating both of you for two entirely different reasons. You felt the weight of it crush down on you, the confusion of his previous actions reflecting the ones shown here in the present. To you he would always be the rockstar looking for his next warm body to fill the empty space beside him. And for Adam, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break slowly the more you let the silence go on.
“You’re lying.” You finally stated, eyes cast down to the ground. “Don’t talk to me ever again. I’m done.” You kicked the guitar he’d gifted you out of the way, storming out with blurry vision and a purpose of getting the fuck away from the one person who was sending you mixed signals. If Adam was going to be a dick then he could be a dick to someone other than you.
“Fuck- wait! I’m not-!” The door slammed shut with a loud bang, the vibrations making him shiver. “Lying.”
Days passed with nothing from you. No appearances at the cafe you visited daily, no sign of you at the bar during his performances, and not one glimpse of your beauty in the streets of Heaven. It was like you had fallen off the clouds without a trace. Adam bit his lip with worry. He had already stopped by your place on numerous occasions, but none of your neighbors had seen you enter or leave the apartment since that day. Your sudden disappearance was beginning to eat away at him.
It wasn’t until he came to the bar for his weekend gig. His expression was set in a grim frown, eyes distant from the task he was doing, fingers plucking at the strings of your newly repaired guitar. He’d kept his own in the case back at his house. He wanted to feel close to you even if you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Those fingers stopped their task, trailing over to trace the lines of the engraving he’d gotten done. A wolf howling up towards the sky. You’d always been a lone wolf and it was a playful jab at that personality trait of yours. You even chuckled once you saw the carving in the instrument.
“Okay. Let’s get this shit over with.” Adam grumbled, holding the guitar with purpose and strode out onto the stage. Before the set began, his gaze drifted over the crowd like it always did on the off chance you’d shown up. Hope sizzled in his heart at the lack of your familiar face. “Hey everyone! Get ready for another banger! Tonight, this song goes out to someone special. I hope you’ll hear this, babe.”
‘Girl, it’s been a long time that we’ve been apart
Much too long for a man who needs love
I’ve missed you since I’ve been away
Babe, wasn’t easy to leave you alone…’
He continued on until the last note rang out. The crowd went wild, angels yelling out at the man for his performance, flowers being thrown onto the stage as the members exited one by one. Adam gave one last look out onto the crowd, but you weren’t there. Walking past his bandmates he mumbled something about needing some air. Stepping out into the night made his shoulders relax just a bit, releasing a breath as he escaped from the stuffiness of the bar he frequented.
“Desperation looks good on you, Adam. Can’t say I’ve seen such emotion in any of your performances.” Your voice carried through the air with a teasing tone, stepping out from the shadows you were lurking in. His breath hitched, eyes going over to where you leaned against the brick wall. You were here. You were actually here. And you heard the song he performed for you!
You took a step closer. “And here I thought you were lying out of your ass to get me in bed with you. Turns out I-”
“I love you.”
The words made you pause. Three simple words had your world closing in. As you gazed at him with shock, you held back the gasp as he reached his hands up to take his mask off. He never took his mask off. Always said it was a privilege to see the beauty underneath it. And goddamnit was he beautiful. Tousled brown hair from being kept under the helmet for so long, stubble dusted across his jaw, and golden eyes piercing into yours with a love so raw it made your heart ache. The one time you’d ever seen the genuine emotion in his revealed face and you had no words.
“I have loved you for so goddamn long that it was fucking painful, sweetheart. Watching you smile after each successful chord played, the little laugh you’d let out when you struck a wrong note, the way your nose crinkled up with distaste when the song didn’t come out your way, and most of all…” He placed a hand on your heated cheek, looking at you with adoration. “Most of all, you had me writing the sappiest fucking love song because you thought I was lying. I- I’m sorry it took me this long to make you believe it.”
You let out a garbled laugh, tears brimming your eyes as you placed your own hand on top of his, leaning into the warmth of his touch. “No. I’m sorry I never believed you in the first place, Adam. You were so-”
“Horny?” He snorted. “Yeah, well, always am when it comes to you, babe.” He hissed from the pain of your punch in his arm, but smiled down at you with a joy he couldn’t contain.
“Just kiss me already, idiot.”
Note: I really liked this one! Adam is secretly such a softy for those he loves. And he screams 80's rock more than anything LMAO
warning — starting a little short to get you all in! we've got no smut, only a manchild and an annoyed you, pathetic!vox
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summary — he was known as one of the smartest overlords in hell...so why did he start acting like the dumbest man on earth? He forgot about your date, can't remember a single one of your interests and yet seeks you out every day – the worst part? you like him all in incompet.
With a startled gasp you jolted awake through your bedroom door creaking open and a loud person stumbling in. Scarcely looking around you could see the TV screen of Vox glimmering in the doorframe, your pulse calmed down but your mood did not.
He held himself up, wobbly at that. Even from afar, wrapped in blankets and safety you could smell him, reeking of alcohol. If it weren't for your tired state, you would've snapped at him instead of trying to ignore his presence.
For that Vox didn't care, he stripped himself of his clothes and almost fell to the ground while slipping out of his pants. “Baby? I'm missed you,” he muttered, grammatically incorrect, mismatching his words with a cracking voice. The night out with Val leaving its traces.
Still half dressed he flung himself against you, wanting to fall asleep in your soft embrace. Vox mumbled incoherent words, if you catched one that sounded similar, it was debunked the next second with something that didn’t fit your logic. It sounded like sweet words directed to you, then complained about Valentino and Angel Dust until you reached Alastor.
You wanted to push him out of bed, badly. Despite his body having fans to keep him cool, he was as hot as a heater and it radiated off on you. Add to that his smell, cheap perfume and whisky mixed with all the stereotypes this man could fulfil.
Feeling his limps wrap around you, you tried to even out your breathing and not scrunch up your nose in disgust. The demon nuzzled his head – as good as possible – into your neck, inhaling your scent as his screen dimmed and eyes closed, drifting into deep slumber while you stayed awake with tired eyes and slowly realised what time it was, what he had done and that tomorrow he would have no recollection of this incident.
Carefully you slipped from his grasp, replacing your upper body with a pillow and even that he didn't notice. Taking your blanket and another pillow, you decided on sleeping on the couch as with Vox's extreme odor you would have a migraine in no time. It cut you deep, heart beating a little faster at the thought of leaving him to wake up alone but it wasn't like you had a choice.
You waited all night for him, telling yourself he was held up at work and would be there any minute, but he never came. Instead the evening dragged on and on, like a bad dream you wish to wake up from. It all came crashing down when Velvette sent you a video of Vox and Valentino drinking each other under the table, you wanted to scream or throw something.
In your good nature you decided against it, telling yourself he wasn’t worth your tears and anger. You chose yourself over him and made your dinner alone, ate alone and enjoyed your time alone.
If it weren’t for the state he had arrived in, you would’ve held him accountable but tomorrow seemed like a better choice.
Morning came with eerie light flooding Vox penthouse and with a pained groan he awoke, clutching his head in agony. “Who would’ve a hangover was this bad for a TV,” he muttered to himself as he stretched his limps out, a satisfying pop of his bones echoing along the walls.
As he became aware of his surroundings, he noticed your absence – were you already in the kitchen? You made it a habit to wake up with him, why would you break it now. Slowly he rose from his bed, noticed his worn dress pants covered in wrinkles then stripped them without hesitation.
Truthfully he didn’t need to look for you as he noticed you on his couch, sleeping soundly and wrapped into a fluffy blue blanket. With confusion written over his screen, processors almost overheating in thought he nudged your shoulder, successfully waking you up. “Yes, Vox?” you grumbled, shielding your eyes from the brightness with your fingers.
“Why are you sleeping on the couch?” He questioned dumbfounded, did you flee from him? “Because you came home with drunk as fuck,” you stated the obvious, looking up him, trying to hide your growing annoyance.
“And? Like did that disturb you so much or what?” he continued asking, observing you intensely even as you stood up and threw the blanket away. “Yes, it did, otherwise I wouldn’t have left,” you told him clipped, moving towards the bathroom but having no luck and Vox following you like a lost puppy.
“You always wake up with me,” he argued, but it didn’t have any foundation because it was factually incorrect. He woke up at dawn, before anyone else even thought about waking up and he was loud enough to wake you up too. If you could decide, you would continue sleeping for another hour or two, maybe longer, well and if he was shit faced? You would definitely not wake up earlier just to please him.
Instead of indulging into his fight, you told him; “there is a first time for everything.” He didn’t like that either, but who were you to care? You turned on the shower, testing the temperature of the water and freeing yourself of your bra and panties.
Vox watched you before his brain sprung into action, clumsily putting his boxer shorts off to join you but you held up a hand just before he could enter. “You come home drunk and don’t even apologize for forgetting?” “I forgot to tell you I was going out? Sorry my phone wasn't charged!” Your eyes must’ve been comically wide as you heard those words from him, you knew he was serious and sometimes you wished you didn’t.
“Is your brain even there?” you tapped the glass of his face. If he was able to communicate with Shok.wav then he was able to tell you he was running late, however if he forgot and was embarrassed about it then it wasn't a wonder he claimed his phone was dead.
Speechless Vox took a step back, scowling slightly at you. He would never forget anything, he was the smartest overlord in hell. Meaning it was a prosperous assumption to say he had no brain, let alone have something slip his mind. “Well, you try running an empire! Then you'd forget some stuff too,” he exclaimed, gesturing widely at all of your surroundings as if they helped his case.
You shook your head, reminding yourself you were above his petty bullshit even though he made it hard not to get provoked. Because after all he still hadn't remembered what exactly he forgot and just like a fish swimming in a circle his mind went blank when thinking about the previous evening.
Annoyed, he stomped out of the bathroom, muttering curses along the way as if they would fix his mistake. Oh, you would have a field trip telling Velvette about this. Despite your lack of motivation you showered and dressed yourself nice enough to leave Vox behind – at least in his home.
As you stepped out, you noticed he had cleaned himself up and sat on the couch with spread thighs nursing another drink. He was swiping through holograms, updating himself on any work he had missed or scandals he could use to his gain.
Fuck, why was that sexy? You asked yourself, watching him closely. He had no intention of moving even though he heard you, keeping his eyes trained on the sight before him, “gonna stand there all day?” He teased, a light smirk tugging at the corner of his lips and you knew he knew how attractive you found him just now. Only Lucifer himself could make you admit that to him now.
“No, I'm meeting Velvette. She has new clothes she wanted me to try on,” you explained, keeping your voice monotone. Vox raised an eyebrow, “I thought you hated playing dress up with her?” For a moment you considered throwing a vase at him, you loved trying on Vel's clothes and furthermore make fun of her models with her.
“I always liked it,” you snapped, stepping closer to him. It wouldn't be the first time he forgot one of your interests. One time you told him about a book you would love to read and the next day he brought you a completely different one, a genre you hated.
Just last week you talked about picking up an old hobby you had on earth and as you bought he asked what you were doing, acting as if you had never told him about this. You told him three times. As he swore on not knowing, you pondered if it was actually you who forgot – until Val of all people mentioned how interested he was in seeing what you came up with. Even fucking Valentino knew of your hobby.
“Sure you did,” he huffed, ignoring your fiery gaze as he sipped his whiskey. Banging the door loudly close, you left the penthouse, having the intention of calming down though it was nearly impossible with Vox.
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In your pure hate – not that's too strong, madness? Too crazy…stubbornness, yes that's it – stubbornness, you decided on sleeping in your own flat for a while. It wasn't like you could actually stay away from Vox, because you didn't know why he always chose you instead of letting you be.
You did know though that he had been blowing up your phone for days, wishing you would come back and saying how much he missed you. Funny, how you never told him he couldn't come to yours but he also didn't use that brain of his often. All you did was put on pajamas and dance around your bedroom as one thing was sure, that TV would not taint your good mood.
“And I like my men all incompetent, and I swear they choose me,” you sang along into your hairbrush used as an imaginary microphone. Jumping to the beat of the music, you didn't hear the door opening and only a faint shadow.
Once you turned around you screamed, startled at the sight of Vox leaning against your wall, bow tie undone, no jacket and dress shirt half unbuttoned. He looked distraught and pathetic, what had he done to himself? It was like a train ran him over multiple times and then asked him to apologize, Satan you enjoyed this way too much.
“I'm sorry baby, I didn't want to scare you…I just missed you,” he whined, stepping closer to you and holding out his arms, a desperate ask to wrap himself around you. Rolling your eyes, you backined him to get on the bed with you and like the touch starved man he was, he wrapped his arms around you like an octopus.
“I didn't even see you yesterday, or the day before and I didn’t even know what happened!” he complained against your chest, but you knew exactly he was capable enough to remember but too incompetent to do it on his own, “of course you Manchild,” you whispered. Pressing him tighter against you, admittedly you enjoyed him like it.
He was a huge idiot, whining when something didn't go his way and complaining if you forgot about his favourite shark movie but then couldn't remember your favourite flowers and how important date night to you was.
But he was yours, despite his relations to the other Vee's you were the only one he came back to, even if it was like this and that was something you really didn't want to trade – no matter how red those flags were waving in front of you, you ignored them knowing it was your own fault for choosing a manchild.
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