ᴘᴏᴠ: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴜ.

yeah

pushing my big boobie dagur agenda

I need rich boy adam to kidnap me so I don't have to go to work anymore

me too i’m so done with life

when you finally get to a chapter with the most jaw dropping, mouth watering smut ever

HAMILTON 10TH ANNIVERSARY ART

The colors here was soooo fun to do bro also it was really cool to draw historical burr and ham hehe

Adam's wings are beautiful, we all know that, but what if his wings spread out when he's close to an orgasm?

He'd be thrusting into you, holding you by your hips, and his face is scrunched up because he's so close, he can taste it. He's about to cum, and he's about to cum hard.

Your eyes are screwed shut and your moans echo loudly through the bedroom, when you suddenly feel something tickling you on your chest. With all the strength you have left, (which is not a lot, Adam is restless), you open your eyes just slightly to glance down, and it's...one of his feathers. Then you catch a glipse of another feather falling next to your head on the sheets. In confusion you look up, and see his huge wings spread out, feathers flared up.

Your thoughts are however quickly interrupted as you let out a surprised moan upon feeling Adam cum inside of you, semen spilling inside you. His wings twitch accordingly to the same rhythm as his cock twitches inside of you.

haha ok bye

They probably both act like teens despite being hundreds of years old.

I can't-

body language descriptions please?

(eg: she cocked her head)

thank you 💗💗💗

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Anxiety/Nervousness

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her fingers tugging nervously at the fabric as she struggled to find the right words.

They bit their lower lip.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze, a clear indication of his guilt.

She absentmindedly rubbed her neck.

He chewed his nails, a nervous habit that he couldn't seem to quit.

They rubbed their hands together nervously.

He tightened his jaw.

She felt beads of sweat forming on her brow, betraying her calm facade as her heart raced.

Frustration/Impatience

Their fists clenched at their sides.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for her to finish.

He rolled his eyes, the gesture full of exasperation as he dismissed her words.

She let out a heavy sigh, the sound heavy with resignation as she faced the inevitable.

He threw his hands up in defeat.

Curiosity

He leaned forward in his chair, eager to hear more, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical as she questioned his intentions.

She tilted her head slightly.

He watched intently, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every detail of her story.

Confidence/Assertiveness

He stood tall with his shoulders back, projecting confidence even in the face of uncertainty.

They sat on the edge of their seat.

She gestured wildly, her hands moving animatedly as she tried to express her excitement.

He stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an air of authority and control over the situation.

They held their chin up high, projecting self-assurance even in the face of adversity.

Defensiveness/Resignation

He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his discomfort.

He braced himself against the wall, a protective stance.

She folded her hands in her lap, a sign of restraint as she fought the urge to speak.

They shrank back slightly, their shoulders hunching as if trying to make themselves smaller in the face of criticism.

He held his breath momentarily, steeling himself for the inevitable conflict he sensed was coming.

She covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the situation as she tried to block out the world.

Thoughtfulness/Concentration

She furrowed her brow in concentration, her mind clearly racing as she tried to solve the problem at hand.

She nodded slowly, processing the information, her expression thoughtful and contemplative.

He stared blankly into space, lost in thought as he processed what had just been revealed.

He drummed his fingers on the table, the rhythmic sound a sign of his deep contemplation.

She tapped her foot lightly, her mind racing.

Eagerness/Excitement

He paced back and forth, his restless energy manifesting in the constant movement as he considered his options.

She bent forward, her elbows resting on her knees, a sign of intimacy and engagement in the conversation.

She swayed slightly from side to side, a subconscious display of her nervous energy as she waited for the verdict.

He bounced on his toes, his excitement palpable.

She jumped up and down, a spontaneous display of her joy that couldn’t be contained.

Poseidon: after everything you've done, how will you sleep at night?

Odysseus:

based on this incredible tweet below i only drew over it HAHA