#☾ ; asks

[crsssie]

just right - simon "ghost" riley x reader (kinktober prompt 3: size difference)

Ghost is very much aware of his size. He stands tall in his team, taller than the average person, and with the balaclava, it seems his presence only grows scarier. Though, your gentle hands had never really done much hating, thumb brushing his cheek on rough nights, laugh on your lips when the two of you are in private. He only seems to melt into you, seemingly so small in your embrace.

He doesn't forget that he's big, though.

You catch your breath as you lay under him, dick snug inside of you as you close your eyes to breathe. He stares down at where he bulges out of you, hand gentle as to not hurt you as he brushes his thumb over the skin. You whimper at the contact, lashes fluttering as you open them slowly.

"You alright?" He breathes.

"Mhm." You nod, reaching up to where his mask's been pushed up to his nose. "You can move."

"Mm'kay." He whispers, pressing down gently on the bulge as you gasp, letting him feel himself through the thrusts, your whimpering bringing tears that he leans down to kiss away, grunting into your ear at how good you feel around him, so tight. so pretty. pretty pussy made for me.

You squirm with each praise, head turning light as your lashes flutter and beady little tears dribble down the corner of your eyes, Simon's voice rough in your ear when you warn him that you're close. He opts for biting your shoulder instead, and you cum around him with a prayer of his name, simon, simon, simon, spilling past your pretty lips as your pretty pussy grips him like a vice — whimpering as he fucks you through the orgasm. 

He's just big, you whisper into his ear, gasping as he presses impossibly further into you to have his tip kiss your cervix, his own orgasm crashing on him as he burries himself inside of you, fat gloops of cum fed into you as you whisper for him to hold you. He complies, hands gentle on the back of your head as you press your ear onto his chest, heartbeat syncing with his as you close your eyes.

"Thank you, Simon." You let him cage you in and kiss you, lips sweet his as he sighs.

"Always, love."

[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.

[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.

[a-lurking-fae]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── MASTERLIST ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

∂σ уσυ яєαℓℓу ωαηηα яιѕк уσυя ηση-єχιѕтєηт ѕαηιту ву яєα∂ιηg тнιѕ?

αℓяιgнт. нєяє'ѕ тнє кєу

🗝₊˚⊹♡

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──яєqυєѕтѕ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ x ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

《𝙳𝙲》

《𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔱》

⚠︎ησт υηℓσ¢кє∂ уєт... ⚠︎

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

ѕєяιєѕ

《𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕴𝖑𝖑-𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘》 3.6k words

↳ This story follows the path of two young children, both the sons of a witch, living at the hands of a cruel father. Watch over them, o blessing of the witch.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘

𝕬𝖓 𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕲𝖔𝖉

𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑��

𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 - ꗃ]

《𝙳𝙲 x 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔱》

↳ 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊

↳ Fontainian!Reader with a much nicer Damian.

↳ What if Fontainian!Reader + A/B/O dynamics + ill reader?

《𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔱》

↳ Angel!Reader

↳ Love-hate-relationship with Diluc, Neuvillette, and Wriothesly.

⋆｡ﾟ｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ TAGLIST ⋆｡ﾟ｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

@euphoria-looney , @kittzu , @welpthisisboring , @maybeethan69 , @randomperson0ntheinternet , @shadowytravelerlover

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ANONYMOUS ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

🧪 Anon, 🍰 Anon , ✨️ Anon, 🌜 Anon

[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!

[mcrdvcks]

i just watched scoop (2006) with hugh jackman and scarlett johansson for the first time and now i want to write something for peter lyman😭

(so what if he murdered a woman, she deserved it after blackmailing him!)

[lovesickfangs]

🦇 Fangs's Vampire Yan Ask Game! 🦇

🕷Spider: Do you wish you could control your darling? How would you control them?

🕸Web: How do you keep an eye on your darling?

🦇Bat: What's your favorite way your darling gets your attention?

🐁Rat: Do you ever toy with your darling to see if they'll do things or how they'll react? How?

🍷Wine: What's the furthest thing you'd do for your darling?

🌕Full Moon: Are there things that make you obsess over your darling more than usual?

🕯Candle: Use this as a ramble space about your darling!

⚰️Coffin: Do you get jealous over your darling? What do you do about it?

🪦Graveyard: What are you and your darling's love languages?

👻Ghost: Ask your own question!

[junabuggy]

[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):

[djarinova]

dinem miscommunication you say... 👀🎤

(my unpopular opinion is miscommunication is actually be a very good and realistic trope and it's the realism that frustrates people hehe but it can be so good for plot and tension !!)

i do indeed say miscommunication with din 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (although this is probably a more general x reader miscomm than anything selfship related)

AND @stevebabey and i have been yelling about this for days in the dms so everybody say thank you ruby for having such a huge brain and for screaming about this entire concept w me <3 divider by @/saradika

i just think miscommunication goes hand and hand with who din is as a character—he's stoic, almost unreadable at times (and the helmet certainly does not help with that), he doesn't say anything more than is necessary and he has such a complex and interesting childhood and backstory and many of his romantic... viewpoints, shall we say, are deeply traditional and seem very old school to an outsider.

the miscommunication itself will come when he's finally ready to confess his feelings for you (if i was to write everything that came in-between the first meet and this moment then this would become a fully fledged fic but let me just say this: he grappled with his feelings for a l o n g time, im talking years of knowing you, and i know it's implicitly implied but he trusts you more than anyone else in the galaxy and there have been afew moments were he's almost slipped up and spilled his feelings for you—or so he thinks—and he's agonised himself over how best to approach the subject with you) and you completely misread his intention.

he offers you something—an object of great value to him, something that he feels will bring you security and safety or something that he wants you to keep close to you whenever he is far away (a weapon with an engraving, a compass with a glimmering star along the rim, a small piece of cloth embroidered with a word that you can't read in a language you don't understand)—and you reject it. it looks too clean, too fancy, too nice. and so you politely say "Oh. Din, no... I-I can't take this from you..." and you can actually visibly see his disappointment, it's only for a split second, but his head tilts and his shoulders deflate just ever so slightly, but it's there and it makes you a little confused, it's just a gift, there have been plenty of times when I've offered him something and he's said no, why is it only a problem when I do it??

it ticks you off, just a little, but you let it go. turning and stalking back into the hull of the ship as din watched you disappear feeling crestfallen and embarrassed. because he really thought you would accept it.

and here's the thing, this object, this gift that din was trying to give you, it isn't just an ordinary gift. with it came the question of a relationship, it was customary for a man to offer an heirloom to the person he wishes to court—and considering everything he's been through, it was lucky that he had kept that tiny slither of his past with him all this time, after everything he's lost he wasn't even sure he would ever get to offer it to anyone but he had kept it anyway, locked in a box underneath his bed, just waiting, gathering dust... until you came along.

and then comes the angst. he starts acting differently towards you, it's reminiscent of how he acted when he first met you and it makes you sick to your stomach. you constantly worry that youve done something to upset him (which in a way, you have). he barely speaks more than 5 words to you a day and it is enough to make you feel completely guilty over something that you dont even remember doing! and that realisation makes you angry, you dont even remember upsetting him! you havent said anything odd or screwed up a bounty or messed up something with the child and he's acting totally irrationally, ignoring you and treating you like you dont even exist.

the resolution comes after almost 3-4 months of this. youve grown used to your new dynamic now, and even though you wish you knew the reason for his behaviour, and you wish it wasnt like this, you accept how things are. your anger has slowly dissipated and now you mostly feel fine, still hurt and confused, but din has given you plenty of opportunities to leave over the last few months and you have yet to even consider it—you don't want to leave and despite his best efforts, you still care for him.

perhaps you overhear a conversation in a market between two people who are discussing The Mandalorian, or perhaps you hear din talking to a friend or maybe you read something in a book, but whatever it is, something happens and it clicks for you. the reason din has been so distant is not because he doesnt like you, or because he wants you to leave the ship... it's because he felt embarrassed when you rejected his gift, it's because he has been trying to give you space so you dont feel suffocated by his feelings. he's been doing this for you.

and so you storm up to him, wind beneath your sails now, and demand to know what the hell is wrong with him. if he had just been clear about his feelings then neither of you would've had to be so miserable these past few months. and why didnt he just TELL YOU about the meaning behind the gift.

and he's like would that have changed anything?

and you swallow hard, making eye contact with where you assume his eyes sit behind his visor and you say yes, din, in a whispered voice, it wouldve changed everything.

anyways .......

[bloodycoffins]

[crsssie]

class cancelled. see you online - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

In the early years when he first started, Simon didn't cancel class. It was kind of well known at that point. He'd rather spend the class chattering about his wife than cancel class, so imagine everyone's surprise when he sent out the collective email detailing that he was canceling class because his wife was in labor.

What.

He sent them the slides for the day and a previous recording from a while back, letting them know that class on Thursday would be on zoom — a link that he will post onto the class canvas eventually.

He signs off the email with a photo of the baby locked by a password hidden in the slides, and he replies to everyone's congratulations once you're back in the home. He ends up staying back to teach the rest of the term from home because he was taking care of the baby

It was something briefly mentioned on his rate my professor, detailing how Professor Riley had "Moved the rest of our semester online because he wanted to stay home and take care of his wife. How did the school allow this?" and "I for one loved the online classes and congrats to him for finally being a father — 5/5 for my semester tbh" but truth was while the rate my professors ratted him out, his students didn't mention that class was moved online at the time.

So, when he lets his class know that he'll be out for a couple of weeks and moving class online, everyone sends in their congratulations early, earning a furrow of his brows and a laugh from your lips as he reads his emails to you.

"They really read their RMP reviews huh?"

"Sure did. I didn't even mention it this time. I barely talk about our daughter." He hums, hand on your bump as the second kicks at it.

"Well, I think I walked in once or twice." You hum. "Besides, they like it online."

"I do too." He mumbles, pinching at his daughter's cheeks as she giggles. "But most people don't pick up enough when you teach online."

"That's true." You take the berry from your daughter's hand as she hands one to you and presses another to Simon's lips.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

She nods, eyes glued back onto the screen as you glance at the recent check-up results.

"You bet Johnny's gonna cancel class too?"

"Heard he already told his students."

"Crazy."

[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

[miidnighters]

@interxstitial | liked for a texting starter

[ text; Jiwon ] You ever think about frogs?

[fangswbenefits]

Hozier is Irish

Astarion's writer is Irish

Coincidence? I think not

[botanikos]

Stolas has appeared !

What to do?

Flatter Kill Ask to leave Run away