#and he's head over heels for the reader

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

reading this gojo fanfic

[dxckgrxsonx]

uhm. jason todd who absolutely needs to jerk off in his car after taking you out on a date and kissing you goodnight for the first time.

he can’t wait until he’s home to finish. too worked up by you. so hard it aches. hips pushing up into his hand. fucking his fist. gasping your name. mouth parted. eyes rolled into the back of his skull. he’s almost disgusted with himself. jerking off in his car outside your place. all from something so goddamn simple. but it hurts.

he can’t help himself. you have no idea what you do to him.

[inkbybambi]

Hi! Can please get #56 with ghoap x reader for Spotify 100 blurb? I am curious to see what happens... >_<

hi darling! yes absolutely, thank you for the prompt!

it's all about confidence baby / she's making me nervous, she's making me nervous

a smirk paints simon's lips as he leisurely sips his whiskey. two fingers, love — he had asked when you offered him a drink.

you gave him three with a glittering smile and a wink.

johnny is a right mess, nervously fiddling with his glass that’s still untouched, salted rim of his top-shelf tequila enticing, but not enough to actually take it.

you pout when you walk by, ready to refill him, your own glass hidden under the table to take one with him, but it’s still as neat as when you first placed it in front of him.

you open your mouth to say something, but a call from the other end of the bar catches your attention. another quick look to johnny shows he’s no closer to taking his drink. you slink away, your own glass untouched.

the bar is decorated with flashes of silver and gold, glitter dusting the countertops to ring in the new year. but you were the most gorgeous creature there and soap can’t look away.

“it’s been an hour, mate,” gaz slurs as he comes to the bar, his third glass of the night already empty. “just ask ‘er out.”

simon snorts into his glass, far too amused for soap’s liking.

gaz tips his glass in your direction, and you visibly brighten. they are your favorite regulars, after all.

“another one already, pretty boy?” your voice floats over the music, teasing, paired with a lethal grin that makes soap weak in the knees. soap knows the pet name isn’t directed at him, but his face heats and he ducks his head. you wouldn’t be able to tell in the low light of the bar anyway, but he doesn’t want to risk it.

“johnny,” you whine, and he can’t ignore you when you sound so sad. he looks up, the pout on your face even worse as you eye his glass. “do you not like it? it’s your favorite.”

gaz has a fresh drink in hand but is pointedly not leaving. he knocks soap’s shoulder — wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it — so now everyone’s attention was on him. your eyes are extra sparkly under the lights, and soap decides it’s now or never.

“can ah take ye on a date?” he blurts out, blush hot on his cheeks, heart doubling over itself.

your answering smile is blinding, perching up on your toes enough to lean over the counter. your fingers are soft on his cheeks, if not a bit sticky from the drinks you’ve been pouring all night, but he doesn’t care when your lips press against his.

the kiss isn’t perfect, both of you too caught up in smiling to kiss proper, but you give him a cheeky bite to his bottom lip before pulling away, a promise for more later.

price comes to gather his boys, motioning to a billiards table that just opened up for them. he gives you a nod in acknowledgment, and you make sure they’re all topped up on their drinks before they amble away. soap finally gives in to do a shot with you, and price mutters christ under his breath when you pass soap the lime from between your teeth.

“we’ll see you at home, doll,” simon calls as soap drags him away, saying that he’ll beat gaz and price this time, for sure.

[kodzuken-chan]

HIS CARDS KEEPS GETTING CUTER AND FLUFFIER AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

😔🩷 We love Softie Sylus🩷😔

[malebreastmilk]

pining!gojo imagines, school picnic outing!

pining!gojo who watches as all his students come out from the school building, their tired expressions turning to that of great joy as they are met with all their instructors setting up a picnic for all of them. all sorts of snacks and drinks are set up atop of the tables that had been set up for the outing. who finds you sorting through the stacks of sandwiches making sure that you really have brought all of them

“Hey! Let me help you pass them out. I can’t have you taking all the credit now can I?”

pining!gojo who makes sure to mention that he helped make the sandwiches to each person you passed one to, making sure that yaga and kusakabe especially got the message that he was clearly capable of helping. shoko sends you a knowing glance as he hands her the bagged sandwich that she had requested. who insists that you sit with him and some of the students so you can tell them about how well he helped

“It’s like I was made for it– Panda! Savor it, both of us worked very hard on that! ”

pining!gojo who can’t keep his eyes and mind off of you as you chat with everyone at the table joking and laughing as everyone eats their fill. who can only hear your giggling and words that cloud his mind only focusing when his name was mentioned in passing or called, acting as if he was completely disconnected from the ongoing conversation. who only then realizes he must have missed out on something being mentioned as the students rush off toward ijichi and yaga who are carrying out different types of sports gear leaving only the two of you side by side at the now dirtied table

“While they’re distracted I’m going to get first pickings of the dessert! You might as well join me, not like I’d let you get in trouble or anything.”

pining!gojo who is overjoyed as you walk by his side towards the table filled with all sorts of sweets and desserts finding himself more interested in you rather than the thought of all the treats on the table. who despite that tears his eyes away from you to the field of desserts spread out before the two of you, taking a mental note of all his favorites that were sprinkled in between. who opens his mouth ready to bombard you with his favorite treats and why you should try them before he momentarily pauses in thought, instead opting to ask you about your favorite types, noting the slight shift in your expression, his heart fluttering in response 

“Mm, I like those too! Let’s make those together next time then! …Please?”

[iwmflbb]

I'm sorry but he's sooooooo Hobbit coded... Maybe, just maybe that's why I love him so much👀🩷

[general-dweebous]

I was thinking about this scene the other day, and couldn’t help but imagine this scene but Tav (reader) and Astarion.

I mean, think about it. Poor boy is traumatized from Cazador and has a triggering moment, and Tav/Reader is right there to reassure him that they’re okay. She’s okay. He’s okay. He’s so concerned thinking something happened to her, or that Cazador found him, and the only thing that brings him back to reality is this tender, caring (and dare I say sexually frustrated?) moment between the two of them.

Honestly, I like it best when imagining that maybe they’ve hooked up, maybe he’s been flirty, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized how truly deep he’s in it. It wasn’t until this moment that he had to admit to himself that he’s not playing games, this is the real deal, and he’s got it bad.

Just like I’ve got it bad for this fictional vampire

[iguessigotta]

Idk any actual lore aside from what I've picked up in other fics but listen. I need to write something about Ramattra have you seen the man???

Ramattra x male reader (not specifically trans but that's implied in all my fics 💜)

You started worming your way into his life the moment you first cracked some dark joke about the state of humanity

He was initially curious - what would make a human turn on their own kind?

And, even more confusing, why were you still so kind to those around you - human and omnic alike?

It started as pure curiosity. A simple need to understand.

He started to....linger...near you at times, you could feel him watching you occasionally (every time you turned to catch him staring you'd find him focused on something else way in the distance)

It took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop his amused chuckle at the suspicious squint you'd always send his way

something something now you're dating so bonus thots™️ under the cut

SFW

Ramattra sometimes gives you his version of piggy back rides

It's really just you standing on his hips, arms draped around his neck for balance, watching over his shoulder as he goes about his day

He'll let you hang out there as long as you want tbh he likes being close to you

It's very silly to see but if Ramattra catches anyone laughing...... 😬😬

🔞NSFW🔞

Sometimes, Ramattra is amazed that you, a frail human, would put so much trust into him. That you'd feel safe with him in your most vulnerable moments. He was an Omnic built for war, not-

The thought makes him weak when he's knuckle-deep in you

Though you writhe and pant under him, gripping the sheets until your own knuckles turn white, strangled cries escaping your open mouth while you teeter on the edge of release

Though you haven't even touched him yet

Somehow, Ramattra is just as much of a mess as you are

He feels as though he's trembling, terrified of hurting you (part of him still scoffing at his own concern for a human)

He's so focused on your reactions he swears he can feel your heart beating in his own chest

If you were able to hear anything over your own sounds, you'd notice the once-soft whirring of fans within Ramattra's body has gotten much louder, vents opening on his back to release hot air

He's desperate, touching you as though he'll find his own release through yours

You reach up, intent on dragging his face down to you, but Ramattra beats you to it, burying himself in the crook of your neck

When you finally do tip over the edge - back arching high off the bed as your head flies back with a startled cry - the deep groan that rumbles in your ear and against your chest makes you think he might actually have come undone just from touching you

The thought sends you over the edge a second time, legs locked and trembling around his arm

[sevendutchies]

People in this fandom will really look at The Fool, Patience, Lacey, Carson, Sedric, Hest, Davvie, Lecter, Kennit, Ash/Spark, and yes, even Fitz himself, and still have the gall to call it queer bait.

These characters are explicitly queer, their actions impact the narrative, they are well written, and their identities are treated with respect. That is the best possible queer representation you could ask for in any story.

I've seen people on tumblr basing the likelihood of if they read this series on whether or not it's "actually gay" and I'm here to tell you that it is. There are queer characters. There are queer protagonists. And no matter what you see people in the fandom say, Robin Hobb wrote some amazing queer representation in a genre that rarely sees it at all.

TLDR;

Queer bait = disrespectful marketing ploy that exploits queer audiences

Queer bait ≠ "my two favorite characters never have sex"

[eddiemetalheadmunson]

just thinking about eddie and his mannerisms and needed to get this cute lil thought off my chest

eddie wears his every expression blatantly and unapologetically on his face, so when he sees you, its like the sun coming out from behind the clouds

he will straight up light up and get this huge, dorky smile on his face with his pretty white teeth on display as he's walking while his eyes stay completely glued to you, until he runs into something/someone and trips, momentarily breaking his trance

his hellfire buddies will chuckle and give him shit about it but his eyes will quickly find yours again and he'll give you a wry grin and a shoulder shrug because who can blame him for being distracted by someone as beautiful as you? he's not sorry in the slightest

you blush beautifully and he sees your flustered reaction from across the room and it fills him with confidence

he shoves his hands into his pockets and departs with a cheeky wink, a crooked little grin, and a pep in his step.

[cicobuffs]

hi! i'm the anon that asked about the preacher's son pinterest board. thank you so much for sharing it! it's so tender i love it sm! :) also the picture of the note that reads "you look beautiful today. i like you in blue" is so real. he would totally write you little notes throughout lecturers and even just randomly slip them to you throughout the day. he's so soft i love him.

anon im so glad u liked it!!! i worked so hard on it 😭

and yesss i think he would try to give you little notes everyday or at the very least a few times a week, like i was just thinking about how he is such a lover boy…you would have him sooo whipped. he gives me such words of affirmation love language vibes for sure.

[winter-ashes21]

My Home (Jean Kirstein x Reader Fluff)

Jean watches from afar, sitting underneath a tree, the wind blowing through his hair. He was leaning back against the tree, his long legs stretched out in front of him and he had a scratch pad in his lap, his pencil resting against the page but unmoving. His lips were slightly parted and there was the faintest of blushes across his face, his eyes soft as they looked across the clearing in front of him to the beautiful person standing in the middle of a field of flowers. The sunlight lit up their skin and hair, the wind blowing their hair across their face. Their back was to him, but that didn’t matter since he already knew just how beautiful they were up close. 

He watched as they swayed with the wind, lost to a melody in their own head. He watched as they stepped carefully over the flowers, not wanting to crush them underfoot. He watched as they pushed their hair back from their face and tilted their head up to the sky, before turning towards him, a large smile stretched across their face and Jean knew he had a sappy look on his face, but he couldn’t help it. They were beautiful, so beautiful and they were all his. He smiled back at them, tilting his head slightly as he gazed upon the one he loved. They gave him a wave before turning back to the field and continuing their careful walk through the flowers. 

Jean watched them for a moment more, admiring them before turning his gaze back to the sketch pad in front of him. He was sketching out the scene that was in front of him, the flowers and grass, the trees in the distance, the few clouds in the sky and in the middle of it all was them. He smiled as he resumed moving the pencil across the page, sharpening a few details, doing some light shading and bolding lines that needed to be bolded. He tilted his head to the side and glanced back up, wanting to make sure he had everything perfect. He smiled softly as he watched them twirl, arms out and face to the sky. This was the most carefree he’d seen them in a long time and he was glad they’d suggested to leave the city for a bit and come out to the middle of the woods to a clearing they used to visit as a child. They belonged here, amongst the flowers and the sunlight, with the sweet smells in the air and the peace this place held. 

He had felt honored when they had asked him to come with them to a place that had once brought them joy as a child. They had told him that this place had been a safe space for them, a place to run away from their troubled home life and to come and breathe. He loved how they trusted him so much, how they felt so comfortable and safe with him that they allowed him to see a safe space of theirs. He wouldn’t take this for granted, he would cherish it as the gift that it was. This was such a show of trust that it made his heart ache, made him almost want to go misty eyed. 

He gently closed the sketch book and sat it aside and stood up, stretching slightly and he looked out back at them. They were facing him, a soft and small smile on their lips. They held out their hand to Jean, palm up, a silent invitation to join them. He walked out to them, taking in their features as they came into view and feeling his heart clench. They were so achingly beautiful, so perfect to look at that he neve got over seeing them. Everytime his eyes took in their features, it was always like the first time, seeing their smile, the way their eyes sparkle, the ay their hair fell around their face. It always made his heart clench and speed up, always made him want to blush and smile. 

Jean slid his hand into theirs as he got in front of them, curling his fingers around their hand and pulling them close as he stepped in towards them. He slid his other arm around their waist, pulling them to his chest, a small smile playing on his lips. They grinned up at him and wrapped their free arm around Jean’s neck, leaning against his chest. He pressed his forehead to theirs and they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before they started to move them in slow movements. They started out swaying, following the movement of the wind, then they started taking small steps, moving in sync with one another. After a few minutes, they were dancing to a song all their own, lost in each others gazes, the sun beating down on them and the wind blowing the flowers around their feet. He spun them, watching as they grinned wide, their hair flowing with the movement. He brought them close and dipped them as they finished the spin, grinning at one another. He tightened his arm around their waist, pulling them closer to him, and they wrapped both arms around his neck, staring up at him with a warm smile and bright eyes. 

Jean slid one hand to the back of their head and slowly lowered his head and they kissed softly. He gently coaxed their lips open with his, deepening the kiss and pulling them closer as he slowly stood back up. He then broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to theirs, his fingers tangling in their hair as they play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He always felt safe here, in their arms, felt like he’d finally found a place to belong. He knew that they were his forever and always, knew that no matter what, they would always be the one he loved unconditionally. They smiled up at him and rubbed their nose against his and he felt the tug in his heart and he grinned, closing his eyes and pulling them closer and kissing them again. This was perfection. This was love. This was where he belonged. 

[chilling-seavey]

All you [lovely] followers sending asks for TWIG seem to always be trying to make 'reader' famous - LADIES WE DONT HAVE TO BE FAMOUS TO GET THE MAN LETS STOP PUSHING THIS NARRATIVE!!!! /lh

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hhhhh i wanna write a kenny fic so BAD but i cant come up w a good concept for it………. T_T

[leatherbookmark]

pretend to be shocked if you wish but i don’t even see mxy’s incestuous harassment of jgy as something like... Bad™, twisted or something that proves how Wrong In The Head he was. it’s just sad. chances are jgy was his first and last love, because -- how incredibly easy it would have been. i don’t think mxy was, hmm, mentally equipped to process “half-brother! off-limits!” -- he’s never seen this man before in his life, that’s a stranger! but what a stranger. he’s kind, respectful, capable and brilliant, hardworking despite the way he’s treated in jinlintai -- and mxy probably isn’t well-liked either, so even if jgy wasn’t also handsome, he would’ve gravitated towards this cool older dude who Understands. and hormones do the rest! and it didn’t even have to be immediate, or particularly sexual in nature, because i assume teens often don’t realize their crush is Obviously Showing. i’m just thinking about mxy who likes jgy so, so much and wants to be around him all the time, asks him about things, looks at him, catches a whiff of the incense on jgy’s robes as he walks past, blushes at the way jgy looks at a particular angle... just this sweet, innocent young love that’s so similar to the way jgy’s wife loved him before she was his wife So Fucking Doomed and mxy can’t even process it because he’s not even aware. :(

[ladysophiebeckett]

the problem with the book im still reading is that

im slow

ive been busy with other things

the pacing of the book,,,like,,, babe there's a lull here what are we doing???