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[praysia]

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[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Hellooo. Could I have scenarios of soft Adam? Anything is fine, just possible moments where he’s being soft for reader? Maybe it’s late at night or something? Or maybe it’s early in the morning and he doesn’t wanna get up? Just some prompts just so I’m not being too vague

Thank you!

I DID NOT FORGET MY ADAM PEOPLE- getting other fandom works in there teehee these are so cute tysm for ur request!! apologies if its short 💞💞 also tan/brown adam ftw!!!!! 💯💯💯

Fade into you | Adam x GN! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: None!

It was a common thing to have lazy mornings with your husband. Especially if he had to do something later in the day, he would spend most of his morning cuddling up next to you while you attempt to push him off. Not that it ever worked, and he always showed up late to his events anyway. 

“What’s five more minutes? Not like they will miss me.”

“Baby, they are hosting your party.”

“Ahh who needs that when I have you?” Was what he always said before sinking further into your chest. 

It seemed that today was no different. You awoke to a weight on your chest and hands under your shirt. Already knowing who it is, you place a hand on your husband's hair and comb through it with your fingers. He hums, giving your sides a squeeze for a moment. You tug on it slightly, making him groan and you laugh a little. 

“Is there anything on the agenda today?” You ask him, just as you do every morning. He says nothing, just humming as his hands move under you to your back. You giggle at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your soft spots, hoping Adam doesn’t take advantage of his weight on you. To your relief, he doesn’t, just fully holding you. He shifts a bit, getting comfortable between your legs before once again resting fully on you. You tug at his hair once again, a way of asking him to answer.

“No.” He gruffs, putting his face further into your neck.

“No? Are you sure? If I call Lute, she would tell me the same thing?” He smacks his teeth and bites back.

“There is no need to call danger tits. There is nothing happening today.” You pull your hands up in mock defeat.

“Sorry. You normally lie about these things.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Honey, you literally missed a meeting with Sera and Emily once because you would rather be in bed than do anything else.” You coo, combing his hair again. You feel him take a deep breath as he removes his head from your neck, now looking at you. 

“Try being dead for all of humanity.” You roll your eyes and boop at his nose. 

“While I may not have been dead for as long as you and Eve have old man, I am still pretty old compared to the newer saints.”

“Winners.” 

“No. That is a dumb name. I will never be called or call the others winners.” You argue. 

“No? Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You affirm, before feeling Adam attack your sides, tickling you. You shriek in shock before devolving into laughter. You try to escape, however it proves futile as Adam is on top of you. 

“What are we called?” He asked, still tickling you. Through your peals of laughter, you shout out,

“SAINTS!” Adam mimics an incorrect buzzer sound as he starts to now get at your tickle spots faster. With the feeling of tears gathering in your eyes, your cheeks and tummy hurting, you can’t help but give in to his stupid demands. “F-Fine! We are c-called winners- STOP AH-”

He stops at your hasty white flag, a smug smirk on his face. Catching your breath, you look at your husband. His brown hair was a mess, just as it always was. His tan skin looked wonderful in the heaven light that peaked through your window. It seemed that he was also admiring you, as his smirk began to soften into a small smile, a look of utter fondness and love in his eyes. You wonder if you had a similar look on your face. Rather than ponder it any longer, you pull Adam down by his shirt for a kiss. He lets out a gasp at the suddenness of your grab before sinking into the kiss. Your hands fly to his face as his hands go down to your sides, lightly passing the tickle spots he has abused previously. You giggle a little into the kiss, before pushing his face away.

“I seriously hope you had nothing important today. You don’t have a choice now but to stay with me.”

“Babe, I would stay with you for eternity.” He says, his voice soft, the voice he reserved for you and you alone. You smile and pull him into another kiss.

loll i was going to joke that this was the one year Adam forgot the extermination.

[fangswbenefits]

Smut writing tip:

Describe everything. It's the rare instance where more is actually better. You don't have to, obviously, but if you want that added layer of imagery and to help your readers immerse themselves more effectively, then try doing this.

Sure, you can simply write that you undid his pants or shirt, but what if you describe the act itself? How inherently intimate and sensual it can be? Just undoing the buttons one by one and see them react to their skin being slowly exposed for you.

Or how he tugs at the waistband of your pants and gentle teases it, hooking a finger inside... you know what he wants and he doesn't shy away from showing it to you.

To me, this makes all the difference and can turn a good smut into a delicious one!

[idyllcy]

Jason "dress as slutty as you want, I can fight" todd

YESSS YESS THAT IS SOO JASONNN

jason “touch them and you die” todd

[moved-to-satoruswaifu]

A SOMEWHAT BASIC F/O & S/I EMOJI ASK GAME because we all need more interactions. Anons are welcome - Specify f/o (if applicable!) Please practice inbox karma if you can ♡

Send me... 📸 for a random screenshot / picture i can gush about.

🔎 for something f/o-related in my room (or something that makes me think about them).

🩷 for a headcanon about f/o.

🩵 for a fact about s/i.

❤️ for a fact about our relationship.

💌 for a snippet of a conersation we had.

🎧 for a song that reminds me of us.

🎁 for a gift f/o has given s/i (or vice versa).

🙆 for something i can't stop thinking about.

🌘 for something i love about f/o.

🌒 for something f/o loves about me.

[bisexualfagdyke]

why do u say dyke as a bi person, weirdo lol

You're clearly not asking in good faith, so I doubt you actually care, but I'm gonna answer & link some resources anyway. You are uneducated on queer history!!

Bisexuals, particularly bi women, have identified as dykes for years. In the past the lesbian and bisexual community didn't have a huge clean cut line. Bi dykes have been a thing forever, always have been, and always will. In real life dyke spaces, they don't care if dykes are bisexual or exclusively attracted to women. Bigots who hurl the slur at people do not care if you're bisexual or exclusively attracted to women. Here's an article on bisexual dykehood by Kravitz Marshall.

carrds with many resources and explanations (don't "but carrds aren't reliable" me until you've actually read through them and the sources they have): one + two + three

The artist Leanne Franson has a comic series called Liliane, Bi-Dyke along with other works that discuss being a bi dyke, which I recommend. link + link + link

You can look through the #bi history, #queer history, or #⚢ tags on my account to find posts I have reblogged about this. Here's a good one.

I identify as a dyke because it is a word that I connect with, and it accurately describes my queer attraction to women in a way other words don't. It has been used against me in the past. I do not use it as a slur, I never have & never will, it's a queer identity that I identify with bcuz it includes me and I connect with it.

Finally, here's a bunch of images (I don't have the sources + dates for them all rn, but if you ask me I will find them for you):

[ivystoryweaver]

Based on this request by @whatthefishh: “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” + Steven Grant 🙈❤️

next | miniseries masterlist | my masterlist

In which you are a simpering mess for this adorkable man

Content: f!reader, Part 1: fluff, pining, bit suggestive, not beta'd - Part 1 can stand on its own, you do not have to read part 2 if you only want fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Steven Grant is something else.

Apparently, he vandalized the toilets in the Egyptian wing of the museum.

And got sacked.

Disappeared for a month.

And is now in your office, asking for his job back.

He has some nerve.

The thing of it is, you feel for him.

That is to say, you feel badly for him. You also feel other things for him. Such as attraction. Really intense attraction.

Which is not okay, seeing how he is several steps below your pay grade, begging for your mercy (ahem, professionally) and you cannot show any favoritism in hiring...or re-hiring, in this case.

"I'll get on my knees and beg, if it helps," he lets out a jovial little laugh, his dark curls rustling against his forehead.

That sentence would have sounded absolutely pathetic coming out of any other man's mouth. But Steven Grant is something else. You almost ask him to repeat himself just to hear it again.

"You see...it's just that you're the only one who's ever really been kind to me," he earnestly explains, leaning toward your desk, elbows resting on his knees.

Dark eyebrows shift back and forth - his brown eyes wide and pleading.

"And...well, I'd hate to take advantage of your kindness - "

Please. Please take advantage. Ugh, your intrusive thoughts are not welcome at this meeting.

"But I'd thought you'd be most likely to listen - you see, I have a disorder - "

"Sleeping disorder, right?" You interrupt, glancing down at his file. As if you need his file. You remember every word he's ever said. One time, he inadvertently let it slip that he used an ankle restraint and that just sent you...

"Oh, that? Eh..." He chuckles nervously, straightening up and scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

This is the day you learn Steven is a system.

All intrusive thoughts and unprofessional desires aside, this is something you take seriously. Steven has a diagnosis now - one you cannot ignore, nor can the museum use it against him. True, the toilets have been vandalized...by his alter. Not by him.

"I'd tell you more about why it happened, but you'd think me absolutely mad," he concludes, willing to share with you about his alter, but not an ancient Egyptian deity. Not today.

"Hey, don't talk about yourself like that," you respond, your eyes shining with sincerity and compassion.

There it is - the kindness you regard others with at all times - the dignity. Everyone has a fair shot with you, everyone deserves to be listened to. Sometimes Steven wonders if you would make a better therapist than a museum supervisor. Or perhaps he simply adores talking with you. And looking at you.

"Thank you," he breathlessly utters, his eyes glowing with gratitude, "for listening to me, I mean. Not many people do...listen to me, that is."

"I don't see why not," you return warmly. "I always enjoy our conversations, Steven."

That's not all you enjoy about him.

"Thank you," he repeats, blushing.

"So...which job is it that you're interested in?"

"Oh! Well, I'll take anything you'll give me. I'll do anything, really. Just say the word and I'm all yours."

Jesus.

Is it hot in here? Are you sweating? Oh god, you're staring. Are you staring?

Clearing your throat, you attempt to move this conversation along before you spontaneously combust.

"I think we have an opening for a tour guide," you inform. "Might be a little better suited to you than gift shop clerk. And it's not under Donna's purview."

"Oh god, really?" He gasps, his shoulders straightening from their typical, cute hunch. "You'd really let me interview - for a tour guide?"

"Of course," you sweetly reply. "We just need to set up a time for you to give me a private tour and I'll see what I can do."

The affection and adoration on Steven Grant's face is something you need to see again. Especially if you can be the cause for it.

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"Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I'll be able to stop," Steven confesses, standing with you at the entrance of the museum's Egyptian wing.

Nearly every word out of his gorgeous, kissable lips drives you to distraction.

Feeling uneasy at your silence, he barrels on, "Just don't want to talk my way out of a job, is all."

"No, of course you won't. Please, go ahead."

So he does.

He talks and talks and talks about everything you pass by. And not just the major displays, but the tiniest bits of pottery, cracked and nearly forgotten. But not by him. His brown eyes glow with intrigue, his hands gesture animatedly.

He knows everything there is to know, even going so far as to point out that one of the name plates underneath one of the smallest, dullest, frankly most insignificant display items - is incorrect.

How has this man been stuck at the gift shop counter with Donna condescending to him daily?

He's actually managed to distract you from your desires - from your silly crush - and really impress you, professionally.

"Have I done it, then?" He sheepishly questions, pressing his palms together as if supplicating, then pulling them close to his chest. "Have I gone on too long?"

"No," you breathe, with heartfelt conviction. "It was amazing. You're amazing."

His eyebrows shoot up as he pushes up on his toes eagerly. "Wow, really?"

"Yes," you nod fervently, grinning at him. "You're hired. Congratulations, Steven."

Squeezing his hands into cute fists, he nearly shakes with excitement. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" And then, as if all his puppy energy bursts out of him, he pulls you into a quick, but strong embrace. The heat of his body electrifies you utterly.

"Oh, god, sorry. That wasn’t professional at all, was it? No. Please don't tell my boss," he laughs, attempting to joke his way out of his blunder.

You're reeling. Where others see an info-dumping nerd, you see a man so eager to please. And so handsome. And smart. How is he single?

"D-don't worry about it," you finally stammer, realizing he's withdrawn his fidgeting fingers to his chest. "No harm done."

"Sorry, I just get...passionate. I mean..." He gestures around him, his eyes sweeping over the ancient relics he knows so well - though his eyes ultimately land on you. "It's all so bloodly amazing, innit?"

"Yes," you laugh, although not mockingly. "I agree, it is. And I think this display is best left in your hands, I really do."

Taking you literally, he holds his hands up for inspection, turning them over adorably before thrusting them out toward you. "These hands won't let you down, boss."

Steven is still holding out his hands so you extend your own for a professional handshake. "Welcome to the team. Or - welcome back, rather."

The warmth of his palm enveloping your own sends a wave of desire surging through you.

Steven holds on a bit longer than most people would, his gaze falling on yours. "Thank you. Really. You don't know what this means to me. I don't know how I'll ever make it up to you."

You could think of a few ways.

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All my fluffy babes feel free to stop here and don't kill me for taking this suggestive prompt and making it fluffy! My NSFW fans, continue on to part 2 ->

IvyStoryWeaver's 500 Follower Celebration

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Steven Grant-Centric stories

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[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

Okay, let’s say someone wanted to ask you out, what would you say?

-☀️/Sunny

Max: *smirks* Depends who's asking, doesn't it sweet cheeks?

Steph: *groaning at Max* Uh yeah, I guess that'd be cool, as long they're not an ass like most of the guys in this town.

Grace: Like...on a date? I suppose... if there's no handholding.

*thinks for a moment, gasps* Or worse!

Pete: *voice squeaky* A... *gulps* a d-daTE? Oh, I...I don't know...I don't think anyone would- I mean...me?

Ruth: *squeals excitedly* DID SOMEONE SAY THEY WANTED TO DATE ME? DID THEY? WHO? WHERE? WHERE ARE THEY RIGHT. NOW. TELL MEEEEE

Richie: *stars sweating uncontrollably, hides his sweaty palms under his armpits* u-uh...a...a date...a date? ohhh geez...uh...I...I mean...I'd like to b-but....I... *wheezes, scrambles for his inhaler*

// i CAN'T they're so freakin cute eeee i loved this ask btw!! you're so sweet to our darlings, sunny <3 //

[kooktrash]

ask million dollar darling jk what did u and oc do last have sex oops?

“What did we do last have sex?” Jungkook asked looking at you with slight confusion.

“When did we last have? What we did?” You asked for clarification, “He might not say it but he’s kinda a horny one, so earlier today—“

“Y/n,” Jungkook groaned pulling at your waist to bring you back to him, “It’s kind of personal.”

“He pretends to be shy but then talks on the phone when I’m going down on h—“ Y/n L/n, Million Dollar Darling.

He tackles you down onto the sofa, “We have a normal, healthy amount of sex in our relationship. Is that what the question was?” Jeon Jungkook, Million Dollar Darling

[sonofnyx]

DAMON ADDAMS, é filho de NYX do chalé NÚMERO VINTE E SEIS e tem TRINTA E UM ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há DEZESSEIS ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, DAMON é bastante DETERMINADO mas também dizem que ele é MUITO FRIO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

biografia / playlist / conexões / muses page / aesthetic

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ BACKGROUND;

Concebido a partir da união do Romaniano Andree Addams e da deusa Nyx, Damon Addams nasceu no dia 13 de Janeiro de 1998, na cidade de Cluj-Napoca, na Romênia, região histórica conhecida como Transilvânia. Foi onde passou grande parte de sua infância sendo criado por seus tios, pois seu pai partiu para os Estados Unidos da América atrás do sonho americano de uma vida melhor quando Damon tinha apenas três anos de idade. Os tempos passados junto de seus tios e primos não foram ruins, sua tia Catalina o tratava como se ele fosse um de seus filhos, seu marido era o típico pai ausente grande parte do tempo – por isso sua presença não importava na vida de Damon – e seus primos deixaram de ficar irritantes quando perceberam que o garoto não gostava de brincar nos gramados verdes que haviam por lá e não o importunavam mais para sair de casa junto com eles.

Essa parte tímida, reservada e reclusa da personalidade de Damon preocupava Catalina, que sempre deixava seu pai ciente das coisas que o menino fazia por meio de cartas e vice-versa, – sempre que sua tia recebia as cartas de Andree, ela nunca deixava de dizer o quanto o homem sentia falta do filho. Como da vez que Catalina descobriu Damon lendo livros no escuro total ou das vezes que ouvia o menino conversar sozinho a noite, ou com um amigo imaginário, como preferia acreditar.

Ao completar os oito anos de idade, Damon foi para os Estados Unidos, junto com um de seus primos mais velhos e já maior de idade, Sorin, o mesmo para ingressar numa universidade e Damon para passar a morar com seu pai. A mudança não foi fácil para o menino de oito anos, fuso horário e idioma diferente, escola diferente, ambientes e pessoas diferentes. Acostumado com seus primos para entreter à noite ao falar com e de seus amigos imaginários, como sua tia dizia, Damon sentiu-se ainda mais sozinho do que já era, mesmo com esses últimos ainda por perto. Por sorte tinha o rápido aprendizado e a habilidade da observação ao seu lado e não demorou muito a se adaptar às novas coisas.

De início sua relação com seu pai foi estranha e fria, não que ele tenha se sentido abandonado por algo que aconteceu cinco anos atrás e ele mal se lembrava, entretanto, o homem ainda era como uma estranha para si. Porém também não levou muito tempo até que se sentisse confortável com Andree por perto, ainda mais quando o homem parecia o entender bem e não estranhava seus hábitos noturnos e sua vontade de ficar na escuridão, como acontecia na antiga casa com seus tios.

Em seu aniversário de dez anos, seu pai lhe contou tudo sobre sua história, sobre sua mãe ser uma deusa e de como as outras pessoas não entenderiam e por isso esse fato devia ser o segredo dos dois e, por isso também, não demoraria muito para os dois se separarem novamente, pois em algum momento Damon teria que ir para um lugar mais seguro e onde haveriam crianças como ele. Isso fez com que o garoto se interessasse pela mitologia grega ao qual lhe deu origem e passasse a valorizar mais o tempo com seu pai, que não o estranhava e o incentivava a treinar suas habilidades, longe de olhos mortais obviamente.

As criaturas estranhas lhe perseguindo e destruindo partes diferentes de seu colégio não eram um grande empecilho em sua vida, já que nunca fora um aluno exemplar por causa de seu TDAH, então ganhar o título de “trouble maker” solitário e ser suspenso várias vezes não era um problema – nem afetavam suas boas notas, já que sempre se esforçava para aprender as matérias sozinho ao ler os livros. O problema foi quando, já com seus quinze anos, Manticoras resolveram atacar sua casa. Com muito esforço, Damon conseguiu distrair as criaturas para que seu pai fugisse para segurança. Depois de muitas horas e muitos ferimentos, as bestas mortas, conseguiu se encontrar com Andree e sugerir para que o mesmo voltasse para Romênia, mesmo que temporariamente, para sair da zona de perigo, pois não queria colocar a vida do pai em risco. Andree não se opôs muito a ideia e lhe instruiu ir para Long Island, dizendo que lá haveria um lugar seguro para si; após ambos arrumarem as malas, Andree se despediu de Damon com um beijo na testa e cada um foi para um lado.

Chegando em Long Island, Damon foi recepcionado calorosamente por Harpias, fazendo com que o filho de Nyx corresse para o lugar mais escasso de população o possível para que não colocasse a vida de mais ninguém em risco. Damon foi encontrado e levado quase inconsciente para o acampamento Meio Sangue por um sátiro, após esgotar toda sua energia para destruir as criaturas e se manter vivo por uma semana inteira enquanto vagava as florestas de Long Island sem ter para onde ir.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ PERSONALIDADE;

Damon tem a típica personalidade de um filho de Nyx; quieto, distante e reservado. Por ser frio e calculista, tende a pensar muito antes de tomar decisões e fazer algo; é impulsivo apenas em situações de vida ou morte, para se proteger ou proteger pessoas que julga importantes para si. Observador, tende a notar pequenos detalhes e coisas que acontecem ao seu redor, o que é uma grande vantagem para estratégias quando está em campo – porém por ter pouco tato com sentimentos e vida em sociedade, não percebe muitas coisas desses campos. Tem muita dificuldade de confiar e se abrir com os outros por ter sido sempre muito sozinho e, também, devido as pessoas sempre terem sido hostis ou mantido distância de si por causa de sua aura assustadora – de filho de Nyx. Mas isso não significa que Damon seja desprovido de emoções.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ PODERES;

Ubracinese - Solidificação de Escuridão: é o poder de solidificar escuridão, sombras e trevas. Damon pode tornar qualquer matéria baseada em escuridão ou sombra em algo físico, podendo usa-la como membros extras, como braços e mãos, ou ferramentas, armas e armaduras, podendo danificar objetos e ferir pessoas com uma certa facilidade, além de poder ser tão duro quanto aço ou até mais ou ser flexível, de acordo com sua vontade. Por ser filho da personificação da Noite, seus poderes ficam um tanto enfraquecidos durante o dia e Damon se cansa mais rápido ao usá-los, diferente de quando os usa à noite, que é quando fica mais forte.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ BENÇÃO;

Érebo já vinha observando Damon desde quando sua irmã havia lhe dado a luz; após o garoto descobrir suas raízes, sua devoção e respeito por sua irmã já lhe garantiram diversos pontos positivos com o Deus, porém o primordial passou dar mais atenção ao rapaz quando o mesmo teve sucesso em recuperar e devolver seu item mágico, o Chicote de Érebo, garantindo-lhe a bênção da Aura Assombrosa. Benção essa que concedeu a Damon pois notou que, há alguns anos atrás, o rapaz utilizou de sua umbracinese para parecer maior e mais ameaçador enquanto lutava contra as Manticoras para salvar seu pai.

Benção de Érebo - Aura Assombrosa: Apenas com a sua presença em um combate, o ambiente começa a esfriar, escurecer e enfraquecer efeitos quaisquer que gerem luz e esperança.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ HABILIDADES;

Sentidos aguçados e agilidade sobre-humana.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ATIVIDADES;

Instrutor de Meditação e participante do Clube de Artesanato.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ARMAS;

Espadas Curtas Duplas — Moon&Stars: feitas de ferro estígio, Damon usa duas espadas curtas em cada mão. Treinado desde novo, e devido à sua agilidade sobre-humana, o estilo de Damon com ambas as espadas curtas parece quase que como uma dança.

[praysia]

Hatsune Miku Figure Renders.

― Requested by: @homurasaki. ― Please do not repost my renders without credit.

― Google Drive Link.

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Adam hcs but the third time IS the charm

The moment his girlfriend heard about what happened to his past wives she vowed that she'll be the best lover for him, and she delivered

Please, give this man a happy ending because I need to see him happy

JSD;GDZF i wanted to do this sooo badly when i was writing the harlot reader HC's AND NOW I CAN RAHHHH fr tho the amount of soft adam ask are seriously making me giggle and spin around my room plz keep sending them. If you haven't read it, ask is referecing this post

You and only you | Adam x Fem!Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: NONE ADAM JUST ADAM AND HIS LOVELY GF (you)

You didn’t know why Adam was so clingy. From the moment you woke up, Adam was around you. 

Not that you didn’t enjoy his attention, you relished it. However, he was ever clingy, and hovering over you. It was beginning to get overstimulating for you.

It took you to the point of almost snapping and asking him what his deal was. Instead, you took a second to calm down and talk to him. It didn’t take long for you to get your answer.

“Adam, please. I just need a moment.” You say, rubbing your temple with a hand as you push your boyfriend off of you with the other. He whines and pouts as he moves across the room, no longer near you. It took you a bit to realize that he was in the corner, only realizing it when you heard a sniffle. You look at him, concerned. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

You make your way to your boyfriend and bend down to the floor. You try to peek at his face, but he turns away. You notice that he used his hand to wipe something on his face and put your hand on him to comfort him. He doesn’t say anything, as he begins to cry a little more audibly now. Alarmed, you touch his face and turn him to look at you. Now facing you, you see that he has tears running down his face, his nose runny and red. Wiping away his tears, you look him over.

“Babycakes? What happened?” You coo, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. He avoids your gaze, finding the floor interesting as you pull his face in closer, trying to get an answer. With a huff, possibly out of embarrassment, he answered.

“I just felt…similar to how I felt before Eve ended things.” You looked at him stunned. While you had been dating for a few years, you both never inquired about your past relationships. You and your ex-husband ended things healthily, willing to say hello as you passed one another. Adam knew that there was nothing between the both of you. You never had to explain to him in detail what happened, just that your marriage from when you were alive was no more. On the other hand, you knew nothing of Adam’s relationship with Eve or even Lilith. You obviously never met Lilith, only hearing about her from word of mouth, but Eve was nowhere to be seen. All you know about his relationship with her is that she was the one who initiated the divorce. “'m just scared you’re going to leave too.” 

You pull him in for a tight hug, shocking him. He takes a moment before hugging you in return. You both hold each other for a while before he breaks it. Sniffling, he rubs his nose and looks at you, the soft smile that was reserved for you on his face. You give him one in turn and hold one of his hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He does, he tells you about his relationship with Lilith. How in the beginning, he wasn’t the massive dick he was (to which you think at least he is self-aware) and loved Lilith. Both of them were headstrong, yet they loved one another, or at least he thought they did. When it was revealed to Adam that Lilith had gone behind his back and formed a relationship with an Angel, causing them both to fall, he was heartbroken. 

It took the angels promising him a new wife to even get slightly better. But by the time Eve was born, Adam wasn’t the same person and didn’t treat Eve as he ought to. Not that he abused her, but he wasn’t the nicest to her. When she proposed the divorce, it still hurt him. He knew that the relationship was on its downfall, but he didn’t think it was to the point of no return

He confides in you about his insecurities, and how he believes that he is the reason for his past relationships' downfall. How no matter how much of a dick he was, he didn’t want to risk losing you.

You spent the whole evening holding him as he bore the very essence of his being to you. Becoming the man he once was, before he died, before Eve, and before Lilith. He cried like a baby that he never was, and you were there to soothe him.

That night, as you both held each other in your arms, you couldn’t help but make one wish to heaven and the stars. A wish that you didn’t think the heavens could support alone. You wished for the help of comforting Adam, restoring his broken confidence in love.

From that day on, you vowed to be the very best lover that Adam ever had. 

You figured out that his love languages were words of affirmation and physical touch, so you set out to do small things for him. Giving him small gifts, kissing his cheek when he wasn’t expecting it, and complimenting his body. 

You encouraged him to have more conversations about what was bothering him, giving him the space to open his chest whole for you to glimpse into his essence. 

Eventually, he began to return your actions by complimenting your love languages. He was even less of a dick, which allowed some of the saints to actually hold a conversation with him. 

Through your love and work, he was slowly becoming a better version of himself.

You fixed your outfit and hair through the mirror. Both you and Adam had gotten into the routine of having date nights, some in your shared home, others out at a nice restaurant. Tonight was a night that Adam had planned all on his own, just telling you to get ready. You were done getting ready, now waiting for your boyfriend. 

“Adam!” You yelled to him, who you assumed was in your bedroom. “Are you sure we are going to make it?”

“Relax sugar tits,” He says, entering the living room. He was dressed similarly to you, wearing a maroon color that matched your outfit. Long gone was his mask, now showing his handsome face, his scruff trimmed and his hair slicked back. He had a thin jacket for you and his regular leather jacket draped over his arms as he walked up to you. Kissing you on the head, he looked at you through the mirror as you looked over yourself once more. “We will get there. Reservation isn’t for another 45 minutes.”

You turned to look at your boyfriend, taking in his features. You brushed off some imaginary dirt off his shoulder as you placed your arms over his shoulders. Resting your forehead on his, you let out a breath.

“Sorry. I just…don’t want to be late. This the nicest restaurant in heaven, and I don’t want our evening to be ruined because our table was given away.” You say, closing your eyes. You feel Adam move his head as he kisses for forehead once more and lifts your head to look at him. 

“Don’t worry about it. Even if our table is given away, we can always have a lazy night in.” He puts his hand on your cheek, a touch you lean into. You both stare at one another before you lean in for a kiss. Adam smiles into the kiss and puts his other hand on your waist, pulling you in. You hum and try to stop the kiss. Reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss, his lips now red and glossy from your lip stain. “Or…we could fuck the restaurant and just do each other.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, you laugh and hit his shoulder.

“No. You planned tonight, and I don’t want to miss it.” He shrugs and backs away a bit, no longer pressed up against you. Grabbing your hand, he begins to lead you out of your home. You talk with one another as you leave, you unaware of the box in his back pocket, inside a ring of your favorite gem with an engraving on the band.

‘You and only you’

also so sorry ig he is OOC 😭😭😭 everytime i write him, he strays further from canon LOLOLOL

[fangswbenefits]

Hozier is Irish

Astarion's writer is Irish

Coincidence? I think not

[idyllcy]

number 5 is so jason coded 🤭

random stranger at the bar Jason Todd who goes "bet" as a joke and you wake up married to one of Bruce Wayne's kids and in bed with him like "... did i just sleep with this man" (no you didn't) and he scrunches his face at you and you scrunch your face as him and the two of you are like "...what the fuck happened last night if we didn't fuck" (you got married)

[malleleothreesome]

Not a request just a funny thought. I just am positive that if Yuu/you and Mal bang, Lilia will ALWAYS know. It’s the dad senses in him. Especially if his room is right next door to Malleus.

Next morning:

Lilia: 😏😏😏 Have fun?

HAHAHA this is absolutely canon. He's proud as hell, too.

It's a combination of his dad senses, his age, and also the fact that Malleus can't hide his emotions for anything. Let's say he banged outside of Diasomnia, theoretically far away from peepaw's bat ears and prying eyes. You know damn well Malleus is walking around like a changed man after that. Lilia later swears that not even his coronation had such an impact on the dragon fae.

He's walking around with a stupid smile on his face. He's glowing. Confidence increased ten fold. He just discovered the meaning of life. He's got a hazy look in his eye and he didn't hear what you just asked him because he's too busy replaying the sex over and over again in his head. Oh, there was a student party and they forgot to invite him? Who cares! He was having sex. He was banging child of man. He could be having sex right now. He should b– *fireflies*

Also I don't know about y'all, but if I'm gonna have sex with Malleus for the first time, I'm sure as hell gonna ask Lilia for advice before I do it. I've certainly never had sex with a fae, nor a draconic fae, nor one of the top 5 powerful mages in the world. I'd like to know what I'm getting myself into! What happens if I ask the dude who can break open a coconut with his bare hands to "go faster! harder!"? How do I know his semen isn't lime green and acidic to humans? Is he gonna transform into a dragon if he gets too into it? Am I gonna wake up the next morning to an egg in my bed?! Lilia, stop laughing at me! These are very serious questions!

[goetiiaprince]

Just another lyric prompt!

Send one of the lyrics below to say to my muse and see how they react! Feel free to change pronouns or add/remove names as necessary to better fit your narrative and muse(s).

"I couldn't utter my love when it counted."

"So love me now or let me go."

"You could be the one to make me feel something."

"I am the one that's holding grudges."

"Go one and say what you want."

"I've begged you to come back in, but I can't do this again."

"I fell in love with a girl I met in Hell."

"I ain't Hades, but I'm the King."

"Seen any miracles lately?"

"Maybe you should reflect on your own piety."

"I'll be there when the sky falls down."

"Let me go."

"I bet that if we never met that you'd still haunt my soul."

"Oh, whatever you do, don't come back for me."

"Love is not enough."

"When you're here, it breaks my heart."

"Here's my confession, I've got a death wish."

"You're never changing."

"I know you're nothing but a parasite."

"Look who's crawling back again."

"I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional."

"I'll make you want me."

"Baby, tonight I take you dead or alive."

"If you have the answer, let me know."

"There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone."

"I don't wanna see you anymore."

"So, you wanna start a war?"

"So, you wanna be immortal?"

"Why don't you hurt me a little bit more?"

"I can see the end in sight."

"Don't leave me behind."

"I don't want the world to turn without you."

"I'm in love with the way you hate me."

"Oh, this feels like the end."

"This is exhausting, leave me for dead."

"I swear I only fell for you on accident."

"Tell me it gets easier."

"I'm stuck with you."

"I'd leave you for someone else."

"Loosen your grip before I choke."

"This is a wild game of survival."

"And there's nothing that I can do except bury my love for you."

"I long to hear your voice."

"You never met someone like me."

"My heart has teeth."